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The Conversation

By: WildaRaven



I will write this as close to the truth as I can remember it. After all I am now a sixty seven year old widow. I was married for thirty years and after I was widowed I kept my legs closed and my mouth shut for nearly five years. Then I met a group of other singles and started to think of dating again. 

In the group I met a man that was pleasant to be with and I readily accepted this offer for dinner. I was only fifty six at the time and right up until the first kiss I did not know or even believe I was horny. 

We had been out to dinner and returned to my house for a drink. Don had been a perfect gentleman so when he stepped up behind me as I pulled a bottle of wine from the refrigerator I did not resist when he kissed me on the neck. 

It had been so long since I was kissed on the back of the neck I almost dropped the wine. Don reached around taking the wine from my hand and set it aside. I turned in Don's arms and he found my mouth. My body stiffened and I felt my nipples tighten in my 40-DD bra. When Don's hand found my breast I was feeling dizzy and my knees felt like jelly. 

My head fell back, my mouth opened and Don's mouth followed my mouth still sucking my tongue into his mouth. I was lost in a fog and the next thing I knew Don had let me slip from his arms and slide slowly down until I was resting on the floor with my head pressed to this thigh. 

I was not sure what happened next but I remembered holding Don's thigh with both hands. Don reached down taking my hair in both hands. He pulled my face up and there was his cock in all its glory. It was thick, hard and the large head was a deep purple and very glossy. I had not had a cock in my mouth in many years. 

But sucking cock is a lot like riding a bike. Even after a long time it comes back quickly. 

Here let me say I am of Polish decent. I am five foot six, one hundred and fifty two pounds. A natural blonde with what has been described as a generous mouth. This is just a nice way of saying I have a big mouth.

My breasts are large and round with substance to them even today at my age. They don't point straight out and they never did. My nipples are sensitive to touch when the mood is right. I believe there is a straight line between my nipples and my clitoris. However I must also admit that my husband was not too keen on how to find that line. But Don was about to show me that he knew how to please a woman in need.

His cock was not that long but it was thick and I willingly accepted the offered appendage for my enjoyment and hopefully his as well. I feel of his warm soft skinned cock was exciting to me. I felt the hardness under the wrinkled skin that hung loose around this manly shaft. 

I cupped two heavy hairy balls in my hand and eagerly sucked his cock deep into my mouth. Don held my head still by gripping my hair as he moved his hips back and forth slowly fucking my mouth. 

"Wilda I wanted to fuck your mouth the first time I saw you. I knew you were a class act and a classy cocksucker. So come on baby suck me off. Let me fill your cock-sucking mouth with cum."

His words were like fire to my ear and my pussy quivered with every dirty word. No one had ever talked to me that way. Never in my life had anyone said such dirty words to me. I of course had heard all the words before and read some as well but no one had ever spoken to me directly and in such a tone. Don's words were kind of moaned and with great air bursting from his lungs as he spoke. He was so excited and aroused he could hardly speak and his arousal excited me. Kind of like one match lighting another until the whole book burst into flame. 

I reached up to grab Don's ass cheeks and pull him forward driving his cock all the way to the back of my mouth. The head did not go into my throat but I had read of deep throat and I was thinking about that when I felt the first jerk of is cock. I felt the tip end swell up and a drop of a salty fluid flowed across my tongue. I pulled back only a little so I could feel the full burst of his sperm flood my mouth and so I could savor the flavor. 

His cock jerked and his balls bounced in my hand as the first splash of molten lava shot out like an eruption and I jerked his cock to make it cum even more. I did not swallow it at first I let his cock shot of two or three times with the thick sweet milky sperm running freely around in my mouth. The pulsating slowed and I then tilled my head back and swallowed the warm sweet cum savoring it like a good wine.

Don was shot in more ways than one. His legs stood straight and held his weight but he had to hold on to the counter. I let his handsome cock slip from my mouth. 

I stood and looked into a pair of eyes that knew when to give up. He was beaten and he was shot for this night. I thought then I was not going to get fucked. But to my delight Don was not a quieter and he knew of many ways to please a lady. If one can call a girl that sucks cock on the first date a lady. 

I showed Don to my bathroom and retired to the bedroom to await his pleasure. I had removed my cloths and was resting at the head of the bed with my legs pulled up under me when Don came out of the bathroom naked as I was. His cock had recovered nicely but not fully. 

It was strange as Don came to the bed. He lifted one foot placing it on the bed near my legs. He leaned forward resting both forearms across this thigh. It was hard for me to take my eyes off his manly cock as it hung down over the massive sack below it.  

"Wilda you're one hell of a cock-sucker and now I want to return the favor to you." He said as he reached down with his right hand and wiggled his hand up between my slowly parting thighs. 

"I see you are a true blonde." She said laughing. 

"And you have a lovely cock." I said smiling up at him. 

I felt a finger penetrate my wet lips and a thumb press hard on my swollen clitoris. The two fingers wiggled into my pussy. And the thumb rubbed back and forth and across my slowly awaking clitoris. I was breathing hard and gasping as his fingers did magic in my pussy. I was rapid to arrive at that crest and ready to scream for him to stop but of course not wanting him to stop. I was just starting to cum for the first time in ages when he some how rammed two fingers up my ass. 

My ass was virgin territory and had never been touched before. I was shocked, threatened some how and it was so unexpected I did not now how to react at first. But I was so close to this climax I did not want to loose it or stop. I had not had a climax for over six years. I wanted this climax I wanted to scream out and feel it twist inside of me. I wanted to feel it convulse from me.

I really did not feel his fingers in my pussy or his thumb on my clitoris it was just a total over all feeling like none other I had ever felt in my entire life. So I screamed out and felt a torrent of fluid burst forth and run freely out of me and out over his hand wetting the sheets. I had a climax and I ejaculated like a man would. This was something I had never before done either. Most of my climaxes were mild and remained within the confines of my body. I have always been quick to climax but nothing like this had ever happened to me. I let it go and go I let my while body shiver and quiver and shake as I screamed through the entire climax. Finely I came down and stopped shivering. I was a heap of broken flesh when I felt Don wiggle his fingers in my ass.

I had some how moved around so I was flat on my back with my legs spread wide for him to do his magic. But now I had recovered enough to realize his fingers were still well up into my rectum. I did not know what to do. It did not hurt, it did feel strange and slightly uncomfortable but it still had some magic to it as well as what else he had done to me. 

"How did that feel?" he asked me. "You seem to enjoy a good finger fucking. I think you enjoyed my fingers in your ass too. Did you like the ass finger fucking too?" 

"I; well I. Oh, Don I never had my butt played with before. It feels strange but I guess it added to the over all pleasure of what you did." 

"I have found most women enjoy a finger in there ass if it is done with the fingering of their pussy's at the same time. So I take it you have never been fucked in the ass either." 

"NO, oh my no. but I must say your fingers seem to excite me and when you wiggle them it feels so strange. I have read of women that fine anal sex very exciting and some need it to reach a climax or so I have read." 

"Wilda I had found that to enjoy sex to the very fullest both participants need to enjoy a full range of pleasures and they both need to enjoy the other pleasure's well as there own. The ring around the anal opening has I have read has thousands of nerves just waiting to be stimulated and can be very erotica and arousing when accepted at a normal part of the sex act."

Don was telling me of the many pleasures one can find in many different ways while he still had two fingers well up my ass. He was telling me how words can be as exciting as the sex act and here I had to agree. 

I said "Don no one has ever talked to me the way you did. I found it erotic and exciting at the time." 

Don laughed and said "You mean when you were sucking my cock. By the way let me say again you are an excellent cock sucker and I do love a good blow job as a regular part of sex. I agree words can be stimulating and can add a great deal to the foreplay."  

"Don." I looked at him and he knew I was excited and aroused again. He was slowly running his fingers in and out of my rectum. I said "It has been a long time but you have found my button and pushed it very well. Will, will you, ah will you fuck me?" 

"I don't get as hard the second time as I did a few years ago. But if you suck my cock some I am sure I will get hard again and yes I would love to fuck you. If you get up on all fours I'll fuck you doggie style and finger your ass at the same time. You might find this kind of different." 

I knew Don had been married for many years and was a widower. I don't know why I asked the question but I asked "Did you wife like you to fuck her ass?" 

I was moving closer to his cock with the idea of taking his cock in my mouth. But was stopped when Don said "Wilda I was married for over thirty years as were you. My wife in the early years was as interested in sex as I was. But when she found out we could not have children she kind of slowed down. Then one night when we got home after an evening of drinking we started to fool around. I reached down between her legs and my middle finger touched her rear. I don't know why I pushed it in her ass as I rammed a finger into her pussy but I did. She yelled and reached down and started rubbing her clitoris. She never said stop or don't she just moaned and wiggled her ass harder on my finger. 

I got excited and moved around between her legs to mount her. I lifted her ass up and aimed my cock for her pussy but I got my cock in her ass instead. I hooked one leg and pulled her ass well up under me. So I drove my cock as far up her ass as I could and she was acting so wild I just kept fucking her ass. When I cum in her ass that first time I knew that from then on I was going to fuck her ass when ever I had the chance. " 

This little story worked some kind of magic on me and I cried out "Don fuck me in the ass?" 

That was the start of my sex life and a free for all at the swinging life style. My ass got fucked, I learned all over again how to suck a man's cock so he would cum for me. And I knew then I was on a roll for this my second time around in the world of sex.

I dated Don a few more times and he did give me a royal fucking in every hole and he awoke me to what I had been missing in my marriage years.

After a few months I was introduced to a retired Marine and another side of my new found sex life.

Hope you liked my first attempt at writing about my life after marriage...

Wilda Spark 

The Conversation



Liam was 48, overweight, losing his hair, on the outs with his third wife, feeling useless, and drinking whiskey at 2:10 in the afternoon at his local. His first born, a lovely daughter by his first wife was having her 18th birthday that day. He'd not seen his daughter in better than ten years and grieved that to himself daily, but was still happy for the day. His current wife seemed more interested in the €50 weekly savings of child support payments, than of the health and whereabouts of his daughter. Thus the row.

He sat in the back booth of the dimly lit pub, the only patron, trying to read an article in the NME. A stunningly beautiful, impeccably dressed man with a calm, almost serene smile appeared opposite the table from Liam. "The article on Oasis won't be in until next week," he said.

Liam wasn't in the mood for company at the moment, but lowered the paper all the same and met the man's gaze. "And just who the fuck are you?"

"You can call me... 'Lou'," he smiled, extending his well manicured hand in pleasantry.

Liam ignored the gesture.

The young, buxom waitress arrived, leant in to show a nice bit of cleavage, "Are you wanting a cocktail?"

Lou looked up at the cleavage and then the girl's face and beamed, "Sure, Love. Whatever Liam's having, twice. And an ice water for me as well. Cheers." The waitress glided off to fill the order. Lou's eyes were temporarily fixed on the swaying of the waitress' perfectly shaped behind as she walked away from the table. He straightened back up in his seat with a sly grin and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, you were saying...?"

Liam wasn't in the mood for games, but caught on quick. "I believe my exact words were 'And just who the fuck are you?' to which you replied 'You can call me Lou'." Liam grinned. "Now that we're up to date, Lou, since I don't know who the fuck you are, I believe my question still stands. Who the fuck are you?"

"Well, my boy, straight to the point, eh?" Lou grinned back. "A couple of more whiskeys and you'll be ready to take on the world, won't you, mate? I like that in a man."

"I think you're in the wrong part of town, and certainly in the wrong pub, Mister. I don't play that way and the gay bar is more than a few blocks over." Liam said, insulted and pointing toward the door.

"No, no, no. As much fun as that would be, that's not why I'm here," laughed Lou.

The waitress returned with the drinks. Lou handed her a €500 note and said "Let me know when we've spent half. Thank you."

The waitress had never seen a €500 note, but smiled and gathered herself as best she could, almost losing her English, "Oh, yessir, you can count on me. You'll be lettin' me know when you'll be needin' anytin' else, will ya?"

Lou smiled and watched again as she walked away. "There's just something about the sway of a young, healthy woman's arse when she walks, isn't there, Liam?" Lou took a sip of his whiskey, not touching the ice water.

Liam took a peek and then quickly said "She's young enough to be my daughter! I can't go around ogling teen aged girls!"

"No, no, of course not." Lou countered. "But you can have a toss or two while looking at 'em on the internet every night, now, right?" he cackled. "Looking at 'em is looking at 'em, might as well enjoy the real thing when you can, eh? She's got lovely tits, too, I'll wager."

Liam finished the drink he had when Lou arrived and started to get up. "I still don't know who the fuck you are, Lou, but I'm thinking I don't want to know."

"Sit down," begged Lou. "C'mon! Where else do you have to go today? I bought you a drink and everything... Don't get yer knickers in a twist, we're just being guys. Have a seat." Lou slid the other whiskey the young waitress had just delivered toward Liam. "C'mon... what have you to lose?"

Frustrated, Liam sat back in his seat and took the whiskey. He picked up the drink and peered up through the bottom of the glass, then looked back down through the beautiful amber coloured liquor. "Well," he muttered, "I don't see a sixpence," and took a sip.

"See?" Lou laughed, "I knew you had a sense of humour!"

Liam took a deep breath and looked at the man sitting across the table from him. Liam couldn't quite sort this one out. For a man, he was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. If he were a woman, Liam would be asking for a phone number and trying to arrange a date, or something similar. And that suit! It had to easily be a €2000 suit. The red tie, the cuff links... Who in this part of town wears clothes like that if they're not lost?

Liam took another long sip of his whiskey. "Well, you're obviously not going to tell me who you are. But, could you be so kind as to tell me what the fuck you want?"

"Oh, don't worry, darling, I'll tell you exactly who I am in good time," Lou grinned in a fashion that made Liam very nervous. "And if you don't like 'Lou', you can call me 'Queen Victoria' for all I fucking care. As for what I want, well, my boy, it's you who called me."

"Alright, then," said Liam. "Now I know you have the wrong place and the wrong man. Cheers for the drink." Liam drained the glass and started again to get up from his seat. "Better yet, I'll pay for the drink me self. But, I'm off..." Liam was heading for the door.

Suddenly Lou's brogue was so thick you could cut it with a knife "And here I thought you'd be wantin' to know about yer Morgan, then."

Liam was half way down the bar to the front door, but spun quickly around on his heel. "What?!?" With three large steps, he neared the table. "What have you done to my Morgan? If you've so much as touched her, I'll see you in Hell!"

Lou took such amusement at that statement he clapped his hands together and laughed out loud. "I knew you had a sense of humour!" Lou said through chuckles. "Oh, my poor boy! I've done no harm whatsoever to your daughter. Come now, sit. Drink. We'll talk." Lou motioned for the waitress, "Deirdre, Love, please get Liam another. And while you're at it, the ice in my water seems to have melted."

Liam sat back down, glaring at Lou, his fists clenched on the table top. "I don't know what you're playin' at, but you're about to see the evil side of me come out if you don't tell me what the fuck is going on."

"You wouldn't know evil if it came up to you and bit you in the bollocks," laughed Lou.

Deidre arrived with another whiskey and a large cup of ice. "This'll be on yer tab, right?"

"Yes, of course," smiled Lou. "We're not to the half way point yet, are we?"

"Oh, God, no!" smiled Deidre. "No wheres close, sir!"

"Fine, Love, just fine. But let's leave God out of it, eh? I don't think He'd enjoy it nearly as much as we do." Lou chuckled and stuffed a €20 into Deidre's ample cleavage to her delightful squeal. "There's a good girl..."

"Now that you've finished fondling that child, it's time you started telling me what this is all about," growled Liam. His still bundled fists hovering above the table top. "What have you done with my daughter? What the fuck do you want?"

"Nothing, son, nothing at all..." smiled Lou.

"Don't think to call me 'son'! I'm nowheres near being your son!"

"Oh, everybody's my child in one way or another, Liam, even you."

Liam raised his fist at Lou.

"Do you really want to do that? Really?"

"About Morgan, then?" Liam said, slowly retreating.

"She's well, actually. She and her girlfriend are going out this evening to celebrate her birthday. After they get bored with clubbing, they'll end up going back to her flat and have sex together."

"That's all? Oh, you're fucking good, you are!" Liam sneered. "What? D'you think you'd blackmail me or something with this knowledge that my Morgan likes girls?" 

"I was just answering your question. Besides, Morgan's Sapphic desires aren't why you called me, are they?" Lou smiled.

"We're back to that, are we? I make a lot of business calls in my day, and I know each and every client I have. And I know damn well that I did not call you." Liam jabbed his finger in the air at Lou to emphasize the last of that statement.

"Ah, Liam, my boy, I'm a salesman of sorts, as well, but you'll not find a number for me in your mobile." Lou smiled and pulled out a small wallet from his suit coat pocket and produced a business card, handing it to Liam.

Liam slammed the card on the table without caring to see what was written on it.

"Your passion, Liam! All that anger and hatred and resentment building up inside you! That was your call to me Liam! That was your call!"

"You're fucked," Liam growled, unconscientiously picking up the business card. "Here you come, bursting into my day, my..." he paused to think, waving the business card about in his hand, "my decade long annual event, mind you, being all mysterious and, down right fucking weird, to tell me that my 'passion' and my 'anger' called you?"

"Yes."

Liam sat in his seat, shaking his head, the business card still in his hand. Lou just sat in his seat, a contented smile on his face. Another shake of his head and Liam finally realized that he had the business card in his hand. The back of the card was facing him, but he could feel the quality of the paper and the raised ink on the opposite side. He flipped the card in his fingers to reveal its message. There was only one word printed on the card.

"Lucifer."

Liam dropped the card on the table, it landed face up. Liam started laughing. "Whoever put you up to this don't know me very well."

"I assure you, there's no one behind this."

"Lucifer, yeah?" Liam chuckled. "That Lucifer? The Lucifer?"

"Who were you expecting? Peter Cook? Al Pacino?"

Liam laughed again. "No," chuckle. "No. But I'm no Christian. That's all nothing but a faerie story to me. The person, or being, you're claiming to be doesn't exist."

"Deirdre, Love," smiled Lou, "I really am sorry, but my ice..."

Liam was still chuckling when Deirdre arrived with yet another cup of ice. "D'ya know who this man is, then?" Liam asked of her.

"Who? You're date here? I didn't know you went that way, Liam, but he's pretty enough, and he's a good tipper." Deidre smiled at Lou, still leaning in to show off her cleavage, "I have no idea what you're doing with this ice..." She walked away giggling.

"He's not my 'date'," Liam called after her, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Well, Liam, we do have a date of sorts," Lou smiled.

"Look you, Lucif... Lou, just because you're pretty and obviously able to get your hands on some money, doesn't make you the devil."

"I really dislike that term. So demeaning, don't you think?"

"Demeaning or not, that's who you're claiming to be. And since I really don't buy into that whole faerie story to begin with..."

Lou interrupted, "I enjoy your lack of faith, Liam, but..."

"No, I have plenty of faith, Lou," Liam smiled, draining the glass of whiskey in front of him. "Just not in the character you're assuming or your counterpart."

"Oooo! Well put! I didn't see you going into politics! I'm sure a few arrangements can be made..."

Liam chuckled again. "Yeah, I'm sure you make that deal every day."

"Not daily, no. But that is one of the most frequent deals that I do make." Lou's smile was chilling.

"No. Just wait a fucking minute..." Liam stammered, at a loss for words. "Bollocks!"

"It's alright, I get this reaction a lot."

"Ok, ok! Just for shits and giggles, let's suppose you are who you say you are."

"Lucifer."

"Right. Lucifer."

"Right."

Liam growled. "That's about enough."

"Sorry, it's just too fun aggravating you. I do apologize, though. Continue," Lou said with a grin.

"Right. Ok. Lucifer..." Liam wandered, collecting his thoughts. "Deirdre, another, please."

"Ice as well?"

"Why break habit now, Love?" laughed Lou. He then looked at Liam and saw the confused look on his face. "I know, I know. You want proof, don't you?"

"Well..."

"That's what I thought. Everybody wants proof. I told them the card wasn't enough anymore. What shall it be? Something spectacular or something subtle?" Lou looked around. "Well," he smiled, "I do have one idea."

Deidre arrived at the table with the drink and ice. She was totally nude and unashamed, and she was stunningly beautiful. "You boys are behavin' back here, aren't ya?" She smiled as she placed the whiskey in front of Liam and then reached across both men to place the cup of ice on the far side of the table, totally comfortable with her nudity. Her clean, smooth skin carried a faint scent of lavender, and was just inches away from Liam. 

Liam did his honest best to keep his eyes to himself, but was not very successful. Deirdre walked away smiling.

"That was not nice to do to that girl," whispered Liam.

"What? She didn't seem at all to mind. Plus, I really didn't do that for you. That was for me. I told you she has great tits!" Lou laughed. "Oh, alright!"

Liam looked at Deirdre again and she was fully clothed, seemingly unaware of her recent public display.

"What do you need, then, Liam?" Lou paused a moment. "How much money do you have in your wallet?"

"A ten, a couple of twenties. Maybe a fiver," Liam said without reaching for his wallet.

"Take a good look, then," Lou smiled. "Go on! Look!"

Liam took out his wallet and opened it up. There were 100 €500 notes! But, upon closer examination, Liam noticed in that space between the EU banner at the top and the denomination at the bottom, there was Lou's face, in red, grinning with stereotypical devil horns. The caricature on the note winked at Liam, then with a quick flash, Liam's wallet contained proper EU currency, a €5, a €10, 2 €20s, and one €100.

Liam just stared in his wallet for a moment. Shaking his head, he grinned "Impressive..."

"So was the girl..."

"Yes, so was the girl. But I'm not interested in you or your little magic tricks."

"Not interested?" bristled Lou.

"Look, Lou, if you are who you claim, and I'm not totally convinced that you are, then what you represent is not what I want. On the other hand, if you're more along the line of an escaped loony, which is more in conjunction with my theory on you, I don't want to get mixed up in that mess either. D'you see?" Liam sipped his whiskey.

"Hhhmmmmm..." Lou pondered.

"Besides," continued Liam, "Payment to you, Lucifer, for any type of business partnership we 2 would get involved in would be my Eternal Soul, right?"

"That is the standard currency. Yes."

"And you continue to claim to be the fallen angel Lucifer."

"Yes."

"Alright, then, down to business," Liam clapped his hands together. "It's true that I'm not Christian, but I ain't stupid. I'm not at all willing to give up my soul. There is no wish that can be imagined that you wouldn't loop hole into something horrible. Nothing that you could entice or bargain. Nothing at all that is worth trading my soul."

"Since you've wasted my time, what keeps me from just taking it then?" Lou growled as his face contorted in anger.

"Don't be cross, Lou, no pun intended," Liam chuckled. "Even a person such as yourself knows that in everything there are rules that must be followed. And the big one? Free will. The Bible, the Torah, the Koran, they all teach that there are only 2 options for a soul, Heaven or Hell. Good or Evil. God or you. Right? Well, I don't believe that we're that limited."

"Go on," Lou sat back in his seat.

"Free will, y'see. The soul is on an eternal journey, not meant to be stuck in one place after it's done here. I think you and your mate God have nicked a couple million souls each simply by default. I'd wager that most of the souls that either one of yous got would have told you both to toss it if they'd believed they had more options." Liam took another sip of whiskey and smiled.

"Really..."

"Don't feel bad, there, Lou. God ain't getting' me, either." Liam finished the whiskey in his glass and stood, patting Lou on the shoulder. "Oh, and to make sure there isn't anything at all misconstrued by me drinking with you, I'll pay for the drinks me self. Don't bother to get up. Nice chatting with you. I'll have Deirdre bring you some more ice." Liam walked over to the bar and after a moment of convincing and pointing, he paid Deirdre for the drinks and gave her a kiss on the cheek, leaving Lou sitting in the booth alone.

"I knew it would be a good day when my Morgan turned 18," Liam said to himself as he stepped out of the pub onto the walk and into the sunshine. 



The Conversation



"Baby," She said dreamily. "I want to have sex with another man."

His eyes flew open. "What?" he exclaimed.

Lust burned deep in her eyes. "I want to fuck another man," she said breathlessly.

He stopped moving his hips. Did she just say what he thought she said? 

"Why?" he said

She continued to gyrate her ass on his pelvis, impaled on his erection. "I don't know. 'Cause I want to have another cock in me," she said as she pressed both hands down on his chest. "While you fuck me." The mere thought of two dicks in her, vying for her attention, sent waves of pleasure through her body.

He propped himself up shaking his head in disbelief. "Wait. Are you telling me you want to have a three-way?"

"Mmmmmmm," was her only response. She continued to rub her throbbing clit against him. 

He grabbed her arm. "Baby. Stop," he said.

"What?" she asked, annoyed that he had broken up her fantasy.

"Are you saying you want to have a three-way?" he asked again.

She pulled her dark hair away from her face. It was clinging to her skin, damp with sweat from several hours of hot lovemaking. "I guess. I don't know. Why are you asking?" she said breathlessly.

"Why? Are you kidding me? Why?" he said incredulously.

"Yeah. Why? Do you have someone waiting in the closet for me?" she asked hopefully.

"Funny," he said, shifting his weight under her. She ran her hand between their bodies, leisurely rubbing her clit. She was too close to peaking, to let it get away that easily.

"Why do you want to have sex with another man?" he asked.

"I don't know. Didn't I tell you already?" she replied.

"Well, yeah. But..." he started to say.

"But, what?" she interrupted.

"Aren't I enough for you?"

Smiling at his response, she leaned over to kiss him lightly on the lips. They were soft and wet against his. She purposely pressed her tits against his chest. "Of course you are, baby. I just want to try something new," she whispered.

He squirmed himself out from under her body to get a better look at her face. "But," he hesitated.

"But, what?" She started moving her ass again, slowly sliding her pussy along his length.

Doing his best to ignore the sweet feeling of her tight wetness, he concentrated on his words. "OK. What if this guy you want to fuck you has a bigger cock than mine?"

"Oh, God. I hope so," she said dreamily.

He slammed his hand down on the mattress in disbelief. "What?" he blurted. This was getting to be too much. 

"Oh, honey," she giggled. "You're plenty big for me. But, once, I'd like to have a really big one," she sighed at the thought of it. "Big and thick." 

Was she being serious? "Well, well, what if you fall in love with him?" he said.

She stopped grinding against him. "Because he might have a bigger cock?" she giggled.

"Well," he hesitated. It did seem a bit ridiculous. "Yeah."

She leaned forward again to kiss him warmly on the lips. "Your insecurity is so cute," she said with a smile. "Stupid, but cute."

"But,"

"But, what?" she said as she moved to suck on his neck. "Would you leave me for a woman with bigger tits?" she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. He felt her tongue dart around his earlobe. He grabbed a fistful of the sheets in response to her tongue-lashing. "Or a smaller ass?" she continued.

A smirk crept across his face. Probably, he thought as he checked out her ample tits.

Sensing his answer, she playfully slapped him on the cheek. "Knock it off. You wouldn't."

Ignoring her entirely, he grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her apart. He absentmindedly began to fuck her, considering how he would love to put it to another woman. He paused for a moment. "So, are you saying that I can have sex with another woman?" he said pointedly.

"Hmmmmmm?" she replied, lost again in her own fantasy of sucking two cocks at once. Her brown hair fell back in her face. 

"Are you saying I can fuck another woman?" he repeated himself.

"Ummmmmmm," she replied nearly bouncing off his dick.

He grabbed her leg. "Baby," he said insistently.

She stopped bouncing. What was his problem? That was the second time she almost came. "What?" she asked, slightly annoyed.

"Are you telling me I can fuck another woman," he asked again.

She started up his cock again. "Not without me there you can't."

"Wait," he said as he sat completely up now, nearly tossing her off him. "Wait. What are you saying?"

She threw her arms behind her, to keep her balance on him. His erection was driving a bit too deep in her. "You can fuck another woman only if I'm there," she gasped.

He studied her amber eyes for a moment. "I don't know, baby," he said uncertainly.

She forced him back into the bed. "Don't you dare move," she instructed. She once again began to slide up and down his length. After regaining her rhythm, she continued. "Let me ask you this, you want us to have sex with another woman, right?"

He shrugged sheepishly. "Well, yeah. I guess." he said.

"You guess?" she chuckled. She tightened her pussy as she raised her ass off his body. "OK. Well, would you like me to kiss this lil' honey of yours?"

An embarrassed grin crept across his face. "Sure. I suppose."

She lowered her wet hole back down his rock hard shaft. "You suppose? Hmmmm. OK," she said her breath quickening. She leaned in to suck on his neck. "I suppose you'd like me to suck on her tits, too."

He didn't know if he was getting more embarrassed by her obvious reading of his desires or more turned on at her purposeful fucking. Either way, the sensation of her pussy on his cock was seriously causing some synapses to misfire.

"And I can only guess that you'd love to see me lick her tight pussy, right?" she said nearly panting in his ear. She ran her tongue up hungrily around the base of his collarbone.

He didn't answer, enjoying her mouth on his neck and his cock deep in her hole. She stopped momentarily to catch his gaze. 

"Right?" she persisted.

"If you wanted to," he exhaled sharply.

"If I wanted to," she repeated. "I see. Well, I just want to have 2 men fuck me at the same time. You at one end, with another guy at the other. It's not like I'm asking you to suck his dick, right?" 

He winced at the mere suggestion of it. 

"Do you see where I'm coming from?" she said. "You want me to perform lesbian acts. I just want you to fuck me with another man. You can't do that for me, if I'm willing to do all that for you?"

"I guess," he said. "I don't know. I just don't think I could watch you suck another man's dick."

"How do you think it would be for me to see another woman suck your dick?" she said. "Or watch you put it in another woman?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Probably not too good."

"But, I'm willing to do those things, plus so much more, because it'll turn you on, because it'll make you happy," she said. She ran her hand under her ass to grab his balls. "Don't you want to do the same for me, baby?"

His eyes rolled back into his head. The sensation of her massaging his ball sac, drove him further away from reality. "Yeah," he muttered.

"Well," she said, leaning forward. "What would really turn me on, what would make me happy, is sucking your dick while someone else shoves his massive cock in my really wet pussy."

"Oh, man," he moaned. "That's it."

He jerked his dick from her pussy, and got up from underneath her. He easily flipped her onto the bed. 

"Get on your hands and knees," he directed.

She laughed as she leisurely picked herself up and positioned herself in front of him. She tauntingly shook her tight ass at him. 

"Like this, baby?" she teased.

He grabbed her by the hips. 

"Yeah. Just like that." He growled.

In one fluid motion, he thrust his engorged member deep into her pussy.

"God damn!" she moaned. He fucked her hard and deep, his balls nosily against her pussy lips.

"Yeah. That's it, he said forcing himself deep into her wetness.

Her toes curled as her orgasm quickly approached. 

"Oh, baby, fuck me," she panted. "Fuck me hard."

He reached under her and grabbed her swaying tits. 

"Who fucks you the best?" he taunted.

"You do, baby!" she moaned loudly as her orgasm ripping through her body.

He fucked her hard, completely withdrawing his cock from her body, then driving it deep into her. She yelped when he was completely in her.

Feeling the pressure build up in his cock, he leaned into her hard driving his dick deep within her body. 

"Say it again," he whispered, sucking on her ear lobe.

"Oh, baby," she whined. "You definitely fuck me the best."

He wildly withdrew from her pussy one last time, to thrust back into her with all his might. She wailed to God as he squeezed her hips and drove himself as deep into her wetness as he could. 

"Yeaaaaaa," he yelled out as his cock exploded in her.

She could barely move, almost paralyzed from the onslaught of orgasms coursing through her body. His cock continued to twitch hard in her, releasing the final waves of cum. 

"You definitely fuck me the best," she panted.

He patted her lovingly on the ass. 

"And don't you forget it," he said softly.

***

"Okay," he whispered, his voice breaking through the late-night silence.

"Hmmmmmm?" she responded, drifting into sleep, her face buried deep in her goose down pillow.

He gently ran his fingers over the swell of her bare ass. "Okay," he whispered again.

She turned her head to see him through sleep-glazed eyes. "Okay? Okay, what, baby?" she replied.

"You can have sex with another man," he said. "But, only if I'm there."

Reaching over to gently rub his spent cock, she gave him a sleepy smile. "Don't worry, baby," she said dreamily. "That was just the sex talking. You're the only man I really want."

He smiled through the darkness, feeling somewhat relieved. A thought occurred to him then.

"I can still fuck another woman, though, right?" he said playfully.

She answered him with a noisy slap across the cheek. "I guess that's a 'no' then," he laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and slowly drifted off to sleep. 



The Conversation



A dear friend, who also writes for this site, inspired this story. You can read his stories under the name Nogrod63.

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The phone rang and she looked over at the clock, 10 PM, he was right on schedule... Anxious to hear his voice after 5 days apart, Andrea picked up the receiver quickly, smiling to herself.

"Hi, lover." The voice coming to her was deep, melodic, soft and distinctly masculine. Hal's voice made her wish he were home holding her in his arms.

"Hal," she breathed his name like a prayer, "I miss you so much."

"Two more days' angel seems an eternity. Be naked when I get home." he laughed a soft, sexy laugh.

"I'm naked now, honey. I'm yours, always have been. Please, don't torment me; I'm wet just talking to you. I hate when you have to leave."

"I'm sorry sweetheart, you should know I never kid about sex, tease maybe." Hal sounded as lonely as Andrea felt.

"I do know" Andrea replied," teasing is always very good, I love to be teased."

"Mmmmmmmmm, teasing is an art." Hals voice sounded thick, Andrea knew he wanted her, she felt herself getting wetter. 

"Oh yes, Hal, an art that requires light touches, nails barely scraping soft skin." Andrea heard her own voice deepening with desire., "and feather light kisses."

"Yes and teeth, teeth are very good." Andrea heard Hal's breathing quicken she knew he was aroused. She pictured his thick, beautiful cock hard and ready for her.

"Oh yes," he said, "Light nips grazing across your skin tingly, erotic grazes my soft lips and tongue moving in little circles across your skin."

"Mmmmmmmmm soft kisses." She said and heard him give a sigh, "Ohhhhhhhhh, you make me want more."

"And you have so much lovely skin to touch and tease with my tongue and lips." Hal was almost whispering now.

"MMMMMMM, Hal I know you love my skin, as soft as fine velvet."

"I do, Andrea, and I want to touch it all, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head and everything in between."

"I love it when you explore me that way." Andrea's hand had moved on its own to her soft pussy, her legs were spread open and she stroked herself, wishing it was Hal's hand.

"I know you do, sweetheart, I love it too. I want to kiss every inch of your beautiful body."

"Blindfold me, Hal, so I can't see where you're going to touch me next. Surprise me. And tell me what you would do to me if you were home."

"Mmmmmm, I like that idea, I'd wrap a soft silk scarf around your eyes and lay you on the bed."

"Each of your touches touch would make me shiver, Hal." She could barely speak.

Hal's voice was so husky, she knew he was touching his hard cock, " Andrea, I'd lick across your hand, then on your hip, then brush my lips across your toes."

"Oh, yessss, I can't even guess where you would go next, Hal."

"I'd give you a soft lick inside your thigh, a quick kiss on one nipple." His voice was like honey, caressing her ear.

"Ahhhhhhhh, Hal."

"I'd nibble on your shoulder and just when you think I've settled on an area to love, I'd move on."

"Omg, this is so delicious and so frustrating, Hal." Andrea's clit was hard and swollen, she was moving her fingers on clit, desperately needing Cal inside her.

"I have to move on, baby, to your neck, your ear, behind your knee, a light kiss on your pussy, your hip, inside of your elbow..." Hal's voice trailed off, Andrea heard him groan.

"I'd be moaning with pleasure, Hal, wanting more of your touch."

"Feel my hands caress you, Andrea. Feel my fingertips and nails all over your body; I want to see you squirm at my touch. I enjoy watching the shocks ripple across your skin, as you finally surrender to the unknown."

"Ohhhhh, yesssss Hal, I surrender! Do to me what you will."

"I'd kiss your forehead, your lips, hands, across your hips, your thighs..." Andrea could hear him breathing harshly, feel his need so strong, saw him in her mind's eye stroking his cock.

"Put your finger in my mouth, Hal let me suck the salt off your skin."

"Ahhhhhhhh," Hal moaned "I'd lick a finger, slid it up your body to your mouth, and slide it slowly between your soft lips."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh." Andrea had one of her own fingers in her mouth, sucking it caressing it with her tongue, pretending it was Hal's finger.

"I'd caress your breasts lightly, circling your nipples with my fingertips making them harder."

"My lips are parted, Hal, waiting for your finger. I'm not speaking at all, only making mewling sounds as I feel you slide your finger into my mouth."

"Oh, yesssss. Andrea, I'd put my other hand between your thighs while my tongue would circle one hard nipple."

Andrea didn't speak, she was so consumed with desire and need, her fingers moved faster on her clit...and she slid one of her fingers into her soft, wet pussy. Finally Andrea spoke, "I'd slide my tongue around your finger, wishing it were your cock."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Oh God, baby."

"I'd press my hand softly against your pussy, and softly lick around your nipples." Hal was now hoarse, his normally soft voice harsh and thick.

"Mmmmm, I feel your hand at my pussy, your finger in my mouth, your wonderful fingers sliding between my soft pussy lips." Andrea knew he could maintain an erection and tease her for as long as she needed. 

"I'd flick my fingers lightly across your clit, my finger moving slowly in and out of your mouth."

"Oh Goddddd, Hal, my body aches for you."

"Andrea, feel my finger moving slowly in and out of your pussy rubbing the palm of my hand against you as I do it."

"Oh, godddddddd." She moaned into the phone, her own breathing ragged, "My nipples are so hard they hurt, Hal"

"Put your cock in my mouth, Hal, please," Andrea begged Hal, real need in her voice, "slide your hard prick between my lips."

"Yessssssss, I'd slide my hard thick cock between your breasts and straddle you. Then trail my cock up slowly between your breasts to your lips." Now his breathing was louder, he could barely speak.

"Yessssssss!" Andrea cried out.

"Andrea, I'd let my balls drag against your breasts while I move to rest the tip of my cock on your lips. I'd slide back a little so you can move your head, oh godddddd, I love the feel of your teeth on my cock!"

Moaning, her hand moving faster on her clit Andrea said, "Hal, feel my tongue circle the head of your cock feel my teeth graze the head of your cock, feel my teeth gently scrape your hard cock. Feel me suck you into my mouth so slow, so gently."

"Yesssssssssssss!" Hal cried out..

"Push your cock deep into my mouth, Hal."

"Ohhhhhhhh, Andrea!!!"

"I'd bring a hand up to your body and cup your balls, Hal"

Hal groaned into the phone, "Andrea, I'd reach back and rub your clit, slide my finger back inside you"

"Oh, yesssssss." Andrea moaned, "Hal, feel me gently pull your balls, and suck on your hard thick cock moving so deep in my mouth. I feel your cock hit the back of my throat and I open my throat to you and pull your cock deeper in my mouth, sucking you, tasting you. Caressing your balls my hand goes to your ass. I feel your ass tight in my hand."

"Ohhhhhh, goddddddd I'm so very hard, Andrea! Ohhhhhhhh godddddddddd, take all of me!!! NOWWWWW!"

"I want to see you, Hal, take the blindfold off me, I need to see your face.

"Yessssssssssssss I slowly untie the blindfold off your eyes."

"Hal, I'd I open my eyes and look up at you...your cock stroking my mouth like a lover. I moan thru my lips around the thickness of your beautiful cock."

"Goddddddddddd, yessssssssssss, that feels so wonderful"

"Do you want to come in my mouth, Hal?"

"God, I'm so hard, yessssssssss I do."

"Hal, feel me stroke your ass, and slide a finger softly in the opening to your rectum...still sucking on you." Andrea was so close to orgasm she could barely talk, but s he wanted to get Hal off.

"Damnnnnnnnnnn, yesssssssssssssss!"

"Hal, I can smell your musk. Oh, godddddddd."

"Ohhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssssss, Andreaaaaaaaaa!"

"Fuck my mouth, Hal, cum in my mouth!."

"Yeaaaaaaa, Andreaaaaaaaaa, oh yessssssssssssssss!!""

"Come in my mouth. Hal, let me suck your sweet juices!" and Andrea shuddered as her orgasm shot through her, she cried out "Haaaaaaaaaal!!!!!"

"Goddddddddddddd, Andreaaaaaaa babyyyyyyyyyy, OMGGGGGGGGGG!!!! Going to cum, ohhhhh goddddddddddd!!!!!!"

"Yessssssssssss.....cumm for me, Hal, cum hard!"

"Cummmmmmmmmmmming ohhhhhhhh goddddddddd cumingggggggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Fill my mouth, Hal.....Oh yessssssssssssssss!!!"

Andrea heard his long drawn out cry of pleasure.

"Andrea, sweetheart, goddddddd that was intense I'm still shaking. That was awesome"

"Oh yea, you are truly awesome, Hal. You rock my socks, baby."

"Mmmmmmmm and you are a sex goddess, for real."

Andrea laughed, a silvery light laugh, now 2 days did not feel like such a long time to wait.

"See you in two days, baby, love you lots." and Hal said, "Goodnight, sweetheart, 2 days it is."

Andrea placed the phone back on its cradle and before she knew it, she fell asleep smiling.



The Conversation



The young woman walked up with a smile on her face. She could have been older. There were lines bracketing her mouth and eyes, telling stories. Those line told stories no lips could. Still, she was pretty, but a deep sadness mingled with understanding and compassion in the chocolate brown depths of her eyes.

The smile stayed in place, and she grasped her skirt between her fingers, settling gracefully onto the lawn. The sweet, green scent of grass wafted up around her as she sat, and the smile deepened.

The conversation was trivial. The usual hello, how are you, how's the family. Each seeking information the other already knew. Then they let the silence speak. It spoke through the birds, the wind, the rustle of the leaves. It spoke mysteries left unsolved, feelings left uncovered, burdens yet unveiled. It was to be expected. And it was fine. There was an underlying understanding of this, and neither one held it against the other.

The woman looked down, still quiet, intent on the task of straightening her skirt. The way it pooled around her legs fascinated her. The ripples in the cloth, so like that of a stream. A stone tossed in, created them. The ripples in life defined you, and maybe that's why she was entranced. The sound of her voice startled her; she hadn't realized she spoke aloud. She felt herself flush. These thoughts surprised her- so meaningful, yet they really meant nothing. They explained nothing. 

She allowed herself to get lost in the ebb and flow of her thoughts. Every inconsequential detail of everything around her emerged, and she concentrated on that. Other people's faces, what their eyes said, the stories their faces spoke. The birds, the insects, all had their own special language known only to them. She felt as though she was eavesdropping on Mother Nature. 

The girl lightly ran her fingers on top of the grass, then ran her fingers through it, almost as if she would be able to comb it. She sat there, idly stroking the ground, and began pouring out her heart and soul. Dreams, goals, day-to-day goings on. Fears, wants, needs, worries. Feelings, emotions, reactions. The past several months and everything about them came pouring from her lips, same as the tears poured from her eyes. The salty tang wet her lips and it suddenly halted her speech. A tear hung daintily off her top lip, and with her next breath she jarred it loose. It landed on her thigh, and she could have sworn she heard it splash. Her grief was so complete, it itself flowed through her veins, taunting her, burning her as it trailed through.

How well did they know each other? Really. Truly. Had the past six years been an act? Had either of them really been themselves? Lord knew the girl had held much back. Hadn't said a tenth of the things she wanted to. If she had, would've the outcome been different? It probably wouldn't have changed anything, same as you can't change the direction of the wind. She wouldn't allow that cloak of despair to accompany her every day. It could settle about her once and again, for it made her know she was alive, but it would not, could not, be her constant companion.

How was it for him? Did he know she bit her tongue, and held much away from him? When she did speak her mind, how did he feel? Did it matter to him? Did he care? Did it hurt, those words of truth? 

Now, the time had passed- there wasn't a chance to discover the answers. 

The midday sun beat down on the woman's head, and a breeze flitted through the trees. She glanced up, watching the puffy clouds, seemingly looking for answers. But none came. No apologies, no excuses, no reason.

She said 'I'm sorry' out loud, and was surprised by that. She didn't feel she was really in the wrong. But it poured from her lips, her heart, and a new wave of tears stung her eyes. She blinked rapidly, but they fell anyway. She didn't even try to wipe them away. The heat of them seemed to scald her soul, but in a way, it was clarifying her. Once that wave of emotion was spent, she leaned back, crossing her ankles.

Her eyes drifted shut, and she felt at peace somehow. The anger, the sadness, the confusion, the guilt- all seemed to abate. The woman sighed, thankful for the release of pressure. Then she heard the words, 'It's not your fault. Don't be sorry.' Ahh, at last, her companion took notice. She felt warm, and knew it had to do with more than just the heat of the afternoon. She sat and thought a while more, but all that could be done, had been.

The girl decided to bring the meeting to a close. As she stood, she brushed a few wayward strands of grass from the polished stone. Pressing a kiss to her fingertips, she laid them across her father's name, and said goodbye.



The Conversation



The Conversation 

	on [the mad inventor fiend's] next invention 5th invention 

		WOW's future hyper tense





Flash Three: Conversational Shots: 1st Person: Doubled: Doppler Tense: 






1
So, what's the biggest problem?

2
Well, WOO know this, I that stand before WOW, can never tell when {those bitches're} aroused .

3
Don't {those bitches} wanna tell WOO?

4
Yeah, sure. But how I that stand before WOW gonna believe {those bitches}? When, WOO know this: {those bitches} love to lie a lot .

5
Yeah. I that stand before WOO know that. That's biggest mistake I that stand before WOO ever made.

6
Hey, {those bitches'll} lie as much as {those bitches'll} lie around .

7
More sometimes, I that stand before WOO hear.

8
So that's the biggest problem. That aint like with [men].

9
Uh, [men]?

10
Yeah, [WOO men]. 'Cause [WOO men] all got pricks. When [wee WOO men] wanna prick {a woman} , {that bitch} can tell WOO, right away.

11
Well, WOO, I that stand before WOO know that all {those bitches} do kind'a have mini pricks .

12
Oh, WOW, I that stand before WOW mean, WOW must mean {those bitches's} little piece'a useless muscle hanging around at the top'a {those bitches's} cunts .

13
That aint useless. 'Cause, WOO can be surprised how much'a {those bitches's} pleasing pleasure {those bitches} can get out of that.

14
That right? I that stand before WOW hear that stuff gets clipped right off in Africa .

15
When?

16
Here. And here. See?

17
Barbaric practice, [nigger] tribes aint never gonna learn.

18
Yeah, well, WOW know WOO knows [chinks] bind {little bitch} feet in the Orient .

19
Yeah? When's that?

20
Here. And over here too.

21
Another idiocy I that stand before WOO never understood.

22
Oh, WOW, WOW knew about that?

23
Yeah. I that stand before WOO guess that's 'cause [chinks] are always bowin' and scrapin' in front'a [other chinks] so much. Must be [chinks] must'a developed a foot fetish , or something weird like that.

24
Did WOW know [U rope ians] make {bitches} wear big metal hoops in Europe ?

25
Oh, WOO, WOO's kidding? Where the hell {bitches} gonna put {bitches's} big hoops ?

26
Under {the bitches's} dresses .

27
Oh, yeah? When?

28
Right here.

29
What the hell {those bitches} do that for?

30
That's got to do something with [white] prudery or some shit like that. [U rope ians] don't wanna be tempted by {the woman's} hips and butt shape , I that stand before WOW guess. 

31
Yeah, but look at {those bitches's} bodices . That shit's designed to make even {a flat bitch} look like {the flat bitch's} got a pair'a mounds on {the bitch's} chest .

32
Yeah, well, I that stand before WOW know WOW knows [white] prudery don't wanna hide what all. Just where the real party's going on.

33
Yeah, well. The only thing stupider than [a nigger tribal member] is [a prudish milk crud].

34
Yeah, that aint like that stopped the birth rate.

35
Yeah. Look over here.

36
Wow, [one a' those's] old time orgies .

37
Disgusting.

38
I that stand before WOW don't know. I that stand before WOW kind'a like that stuff.

39
Yeah, but look at [that guy].

40
Which, [the guy] sneaking under that big broad's hooped dress ?

41
The nerve a' [the guy].

42
I don't know, {that bitch} looks like {that bitch's} got a real big ass . 

43
Oh, WOO, WOO like that stuff, huh?

44
Don't WOW?

45
I that stand before WOO use'ta. But this's been a long time. I that stand before WOO have forgotten most'a this.

46
I that stand before WOW aint. That's what I that stand before WOW wanted to talk to WOW about.

47
Hey, this aint that I that stand before WOO's forgetful. I that stand before WOO's got I that stand before WOO's lotta things on I that stand before WOO's mind , is all.

48
Yeah, but what I that stand before WOW wanted to talk to WOW about is, WOW, [this inventor's] device I that stand before WOW's planning.

49
But, WOW know too, because once [somebody] points [somebody's] something out to this I that stand before WOO. I that stand before WOO remember again. Right away. This's just that I that stand before WOO've forgotten a lot of things. Eh, WOO, WOW know?

50
Yeah. Listen. About, WOW and [this inventor's] next invention .

51
Oh, that's right. Ah, WOW know WOO's [an inventor]. So what's the problem?

52
I that stand before WOW need WOW to tell [this inventor] something.

53
I that stand before WOO'll give WOO all the advice WOW want. That's part of, WOW and [this I that stand before WOO's] chosen profession . Giving advice. But, WOW, WOO better understand something right off [this inventor's] bat .

54
What?

55
A lotta the stuff I that stand before WOO've invented got screwed up.

56
I that stand before WOW know. But I that stand before WOW can fix anything.

57
Can WOO fix this?

58
What's that?

59
 [this I that stand before WOO's] future hyper tense .

60
What's that do?

61
I that stand before WOO don't know yet. I that stand before WOO haven't decided.

62
Well, WOW, see. This's WOW'S mistake .

63
What? Inventing [this I that stand before WOO's] future hyper tense ?

64
No. Not knowing what WOW wanted that to do before WOW invented that.

65
Hey, WOW can't just decide what this's gonna do before WOW invent this.

66
Why not?

67
'Cause, WOW gotta test this first. See what this's good for. Can't test this, if WOW don't invent this first.

68
I that stand before WOO like to work different.

69
Oh, WOO plan ahead, right?

70
Yeah. I that stand before WOW like to.

71
So, WOO don't wanna invent [this inventor's] stuff like this before WOO know what [this inventor's] stuff's good for?

72
That's right.

73
Then why WOO comin' to WOW for advice. I that stand before WOO don't work that way.

74
Not really WOW's advice I that stand before WOW want so much as WOW's some information .

75
About what?

76
Well, WOW might be able to tell WOO if I that stand before WOW'm gonna screw something up when I that stand before WOW change that something.

77
What WOO wanna change?

78
The way women are designed .

79
What for?

80
I that stand before WOW is [a founding member] of [the friend's] secret secretions society .

81
What's that?

82
Just [a founders's] secret ass fucking organization I that stand before WOW founded.

83
Is that WOO name , [the friend]?

84
No, I that stand before WOW'm [the mad inventor fiend].

85
Oh, I that stand before WOO think I that stand before WOO heard'a, WOO.

86
Yeah, well, [wee WOO men're] having lotta trouble finding enough big assed women that love to take lotta what up the ass .

87
Take lotta what "what" up the ass?

88
Just these pricks that [WOO wee men] have .

89
Oh, WOO talkin' about sex, right?

90
Yeah.

91
Well, as I that stand before WOO remember that, most women have built in urge to give birth . What? Did women stop cooperating? I that stand before WOO'm not gonna take the blame.

92
Well, WOW know {those bitches} only give birth when WOO fuck {those bitches} in {those bitches's} cunts .

93
So. What's the problem? Why don't [this inventor's] organization stick a lotta [this inventor's] organization's what pricks in there?

94
'Cause [we WOO men] all love big assed women .

95
Don't big assed women have big assed women's cunts ?

96
Yeah, sure. But [WOO wee men're] all in touch with these primeval urges that [WOO men wee] have as expressed in GKMM .

97
What the hell's that mean?

98
That's a reference.

99
To what?


100
To [this inventor's] organization's piece of writing that aint here right now.

101
Then do WOW WOW's wee WOO favor .

102
What?

103
Don't quote WOW stuff that I that stand before WOO can't read right away.

104
I that stand before WOW'm just trying to tell WOW [wee men WOO] prefer to fuck {a lusciously big assed woman} in {a lusciously big assed woman's} ass as well as in {a lusciously big assed woman's} cunt .

105
So. Leave that at that. That's that simple sentence. That don't need no explanation. I that stand before WOO understand that completely. What WOO want from WOW?

106
I that stand before WOW want WOW to look in WOW's database and see if [this inventor's] new specifications here are gonna screw anything up.

107
Let WOW look at those.

108
Yeah. Sure. Here. As WOW can see that's {these bitches's} total re design .

109
Well, here's [this inventor's] basic problem right here.

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Yeah. I that stand before WOW noticed that. But look over here. That's how I that stand before WOW'm gonna handle that.

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That aint gonna work.

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Sure this will. Look over here.

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Oh, I that stand before WOO see. So  [this inventor's] planning to overhaul {the bitches's} whole ingestation process.

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Yeah. Look,  {the bitches's} intake and {the bitches's} dispersal.

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Where's  {the bitches's} excretionsgonna go?

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There aint any, {the bitches's} dispersal process totally replaces any need for the excretion process .

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Hey WOO, know what? I that stand before WOO should'a thought a'that.

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Neat, aint this?

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Yeah, well, I that stand before WOO could'a thought a'that. Just that I that stand before WOO got lotta things on WOW's wow wow woo mind .

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I that stand before WOW aint accusin' WOW of anything.

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'Cause WOO know this aint that I that stand before WOO'm lazy. I that stand before WOO work hard.

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I that stand before WOW know. And WOW did good job too. Just that this could stand some fixin'.

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I that stand before WOO really could'a thought a'this, WOO. I that stand before WOO mean this's [this inventor's] really simple shit .

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Well, that aint that simple. I that stand before WOW had to work night and day for ten years to come up with that.

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Ten years? I that stand before WOO mean, that's like an eye blink.

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Aint to [this inventor].

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Well, that's [this inventor's] elegant solution .

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Then WOW think this's gonna work?

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I that stand before WOO don't see why that wouldn't.

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So WOW think I that stand before WOW can proceed then?

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How much time WOO got.

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I that stand before WOW got few years I that stand before WOW can spare.

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Oh, then, WOO don't wanna go and re design half'a the human race in just a few years.

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Why not?

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Well, aint like I that stand before WOO did botched up job of this. I that stand before WOO mean everything does work, don't all?

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Yeah, sure. But there's whole lotta room for improvement.

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Yeah, but still, not half'a the whole human race . Not in just few years.

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Why not?

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'Cause WOO be like tellin' WOW I that stand before WOO'm screwed up. I that stand before WOO'd have to take this personal.

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I that stand before WOW wouldn't wanna do that. And this took WOO whole lot longer than just few years. I that stand before WOW've only made [this inventor's] some improvements in WOW's device .

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So what? And besides. When WOO take {a small butt woman} and give {the small bitch} {a big bitch's} big ass , all WOO gonna get is  a skank with a profile .

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So WOW sayin' I that stand before WOW should stick to {the bitches} that got a big ass already .

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Well I that stand before WOO gotta think {those bitches're} WOO's best chance to make [this inventor's] good job of this .

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So WOW sayin' I that stand before WOW should organize [this inventor's] organization's sum search parties . Search out {the bigger assed bitches} , {the big assy bitches} with lusciously curvaceous forms , {the bitches} that are already self aware that {bitches's} big beautiful asscheeks are an object of sexual stimulation .

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Hey. What's that?

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That's just WOO [this inventor's] hard on . This gets that way sometimes.

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Oh, I that stand before WOO remember. So that's what [a prick] looks like in [person], huh?

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Yeah.

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And WOO want {those bitches} to want [this inventor's] one a'those up {those bitches's} … what'd WOO call {those bitches's} asses's assizement ?… "luscious"?

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Yes.

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Well, I that stand before WOO don't see no problem, [this inventor's] these specifications are sure gonna take care a'that.

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So WOW think everything's gonna work?

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I that stand before WOO don't see why not, [this inventor's] these plans are real good.

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So nothing's gonna get screwed up, right?

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I that stand before WOO didn't say that. With [this inventor's] these plans . Hey, those broads are gonna require one hell of a lot of screwing up . Right up {those bitches's} what WOO call "lusciousness" .

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Well, that takes load off, WOW, right off of WOO's mind .

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See this here?

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Yes, {the bitches's} sexual dynamism organ .

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That's one hell of an addition.

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Had to add that. That does a lotta work. With that {the woman's} ass tunnel becomes a second cunt complete with muscular control of both {the woman's} rosebud and {the woman's} whole ass tunnel . Had to add that. With that {the specific woman's} sexual secretions get tailored to {the specific woman's} wishes , which {the woman} can secrete at will from either {the woman's} cunt or {the woman's} ass . Had to add that. Because with that {the big assed woman} has {the big assed woman's} new and complete heightened muscular control over both {the woman's cuntlips} and {the woman's} cunt tunnel .

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Yeah, but look what that does to {the bitch's} sex drive .

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Heightens and enlightens.

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Way over, WOO, way over WOW's roof'a visibility . This is [this inventor's] quantum leap in sex drives , [kiddo].

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That's [this inventor's] whole holes idea .

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Well, I guess WOO know what WOO doing. I that stand before WOO never do. I that stand before WOO just invent WOW's stuff and then find out what WOW's stuff does.

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Well, [wee WOO men] [all] got [WOO wee men o's] these ways that [wee WOO men o's] have .

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So, listen. Ah, WOO haven't told WOW yet.

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What?

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How'd WOO get hold of WOO's invention ?

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Oh WOW mean [this inventor's first invention ?

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Well, that wasn't really [this inventor's] sole idea WOW know. I that stand before WOO'm [the one that invented that].

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Yeah, but. Oh WOW know.

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What, [losers] gotta weep, 'cause [the finder's] gonna keep this?

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Nah. I that stand before WOW don't believe in crap like that.

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I that stand before WOO don't really care. Echh, WOO can have this. I that stand before WOO just wanna know how the hell WOO got hold of this.

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Why?

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'Cause WOO [the only one] that ever dropped in on WOW so unexpectedly. Usually I that stand before WOO know when [anybody's] coming. That was WOW's whole idea with that invention .

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Oh, so that's why WOW invented [this inventor's] first invention ? To keep [everybody] from dropping in on WOW unexpectedly.

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Yeah. I that stand before WOO couldn't get any work done.

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Well, WOW know WOW's this has a lotta new uses now .

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I that stand before WOO'm sure that does. But do WOW WOO's WOW favor , huh?

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Yeah. Sure. What?

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Don't let [anybody else] know WOO have that.

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Why not?

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I that stand before WOO don't want no more [unexpected visitors].

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Okay.






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The Conversation



[Author's Note: This story is dedicated to Just Plain Bob, with thanks for all the enjoyment his stories have given to his many readers.]

*

Over dinner, while Julie was getting Tim more macaroni and cheese and I was wiping some of the ketchup off Will's face, I asked her if we could talk later.

"Just for a few minutes after the boys are in bed," I said.

"Sure, baby." She smiled at me from across the room. "What's up?"

"I don't want to get into it now," I smiled back, glancing at the boys.

So it wasn't until about 8:30, after Tim and Will had been bathed, put into pajamas, and had "Goodnight Moon" read to them for the 300th time, that Julie and I could sit down together in the living room. I brought in a couple of glasses and poured each of us some wine.

"You know how much I love you, right?" I began. Julie smiled and squeezed my hand affectionately.

"Of course, baby—and I love you. We are both pretty lucky."

"Okay," I said. "So, well—listen. Just, please, hear me out, okay? Let me say all of it before you jump in, so I can really explain."

She nodded, looking curious.

"I want to take a lover." Julie's mouth dropped open, and I could see she was about to say something, so I hurried on.

"Please, let me finish—not really a lover, just someone I'll be having sex with. It's Andrea Walden, the new assistant in Edward's office. We've gotten to be friends, had lunch a couple of times, and it turns out she's been divorced about eight months and is horny as hell. We both think we'd be great together, and she understands completely that I'm married and committed to you. So it wouldn't be a romance or anything like that.

"And the fact is, she's really hot. I think that fucking her will be great, and I'm looking forward to doing a lot of it."

Julie looked like she'd seen a ghost. I went on.

"Here's the thing, Jules—it would really be just for sex. I love you, you know that. And we have a great sex life. I love making love with you and I won't be giving up on that at all.

"It's just that, well, I'm feeling the need for some variety. I think it could help us, actually—maybe bring back some of the spark that we had when we first got together, that's been lost a bit after ten years.

"Whatever happens, you will always have my love—I will always be here with you, always fully committed to you and the boys. You won't be losing a thing, I promise.

"And I just couldn't do this behind your back—that would be cheating. So I figured the right thing was just to come out and talk to you about it. I felt sure you would see it my way."

I sat back. "So, honey—what do you think?"

I'd never seen Julie more at a loss. She looked shocked and disoriented, and I waited while she tried to figure out what to say.

"Dan, I—is this one of your jokes? You know, that dead-pan thing you do?"

Julie was referring to a frequent occurrence in our marriage: the times when she can't read my expression. I perfected a poker-face growing up, and in fact I won a great deal of money playing poker in college. So it's kind of a joke between us that she can't always tell if I'm angry, if I'm happy, if I'm kidding about something.

"Not at all, Julie," I said, "I'm completely serious."

"Well, I--wait, have you already...been with her?"

"No, sweetheart, I would never do that! I needed to talk to you first. But she and I are looking forward to spending Saturday afternoon together; I'm going to fuck her brains out!"

Another silence. Then she said, hesitantly: "Honey, I—I just don't...I mean, what about our wedding vows? You know, 'forsaking all others' and all that?"

I nodded my head. "Of course, Julie, we did both promise that. But this won't be like replacing you or anything. You will always be my wife, my lover, my partner, the mother of my children. This will just be a little fun I have on the side, something to keep me young, put a little spring in my step.

"And I promise, it will never affect anything between you and me."

Julie looked as uncomfortable as I'd ever seen her—pale, shaken, very uneasy.

"Dan, I—I just...Jesus, I have no idea what to say to you."

"How about if you think about it, sweetheart? Give it a day or two, and we'll talk about it again, okay?"

She nodded doubtfully. "That's...I guess that's all right," she said.

"Terrific!" I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks, Jules—you're the best. I'm going to go see if I can catch the end of the Cardinals game. I'll be up to bed in a little while."

And with a smile, I got up and left the room.

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It was only a bit at a time that I had learned that Julie was cheating on me. Probably a good thing, because if I'd discovered it suddenly I might have just beaten the shit out of her, put Will and Tim in the car and gotten the hell out of town. 

But as things happened it was gradual: a little doubt, a hint of suspicion, some looking around, more bits of evidence, and then finally the awful day when there was no longer any doubt about it.

I'm not even sure what first made me wonder. Was it noticing a couple of times when Julie came home from work and headed straight for the shower before even starting dinner? Or was it a subtle lessening of her interest in bed—not less frequent sex, but less enthusiasm?

In any case, once I started wondering I began seeing more things I wasn't happy about, and my wondering turned into worrying. One day she came into the house and went straight to the bedroom without taking off her coat. When she came back out a few minutes later she had changed her blouse.

So I waited until she was in the middle of cooking, then went and checked the laundry hamper in our bedroom. She'd pushed her blouse way down to the bottom, and I could see why: it had several stains on the front, droplets of what might have been vanilla milkshake but which smelled like semen.

Even then—and I guess I'm a cautious person—I didn't confront her. Julie and I had been happily married—very happily married—for eight years. Our two boys were five and three, and we both adored them. Julie was a terrific, loving mother; and I would have said a terrific, loving wife as well.

So I didn't confront her, not then, but I did invest in a small recorder for her car and a discreet tap for our home phone. I didn't have to worry about Julie using her cell at home, because our reception was terrible.

Within two days my worst fears were confirmed, and after another week of listening I pretty much knew the whole story. She'd been fucking Thomas Attlee, one of the other fourth-grade teachers at her elementary school, for about three months. And she'd been telling her best friend Ruth all about it.

It was easy for her and Attlee to arrange some motel time a couple of afternoons a week, because school ended by 2:30 and she didn't need to pick up the boys at day care until 5:00. Julie routinely stayed after school to work in her classroom a couple of days each week, so I had no reason to wonder where she was. And on the days they were off bouncing on a bed somewhere, the other teachers just assumed she'd gone home a little earlier.

From the phone calls between Ruth and Julie, it appeared that Attlee had pursued her, though she hadn't fought him off too hard. Within about two months of starting to flirt with Julie he'd gotten in her pants. Since then they'd been screwing regularly, with no sign of ending it.

And the excuses Julie made to Ruth for her behavior were classic—all the bullshit justifications that I suppose cheaters have been using since the dawn of history.

"It's not anything about Dan, Ruth, you know that—I adore him. And our sex life is great! It's just, I don't know, a little something extra for myself. Just for me—like a secret hot fudge sundae.

"What I'm doing will never hurt him. Dan knows how much I love him, and we make love just as much now as before. In fact I make sure of that. There's no way Dan could say I'm depriving him.

"Above all, it's just sex with Thomas. It's hot—really hot!—but it's just fucking. There's no romance, no 'darling let's run away together'." She giggled. "I just want his hard cock, and he just wants my pussy—" she giggled again, "or occasionally my ass, and that's fine. So there's no way it's a threat to anything between Dan and me.

"In a way, it's probably even good for us! Because being with Thomas is, you know, it's exciting. It makes me feel young again, and sexy, not like a schoolteacher-housewife who's getting up into her mid-thirties. And Dan gets the benefit of that."

I won't even try to describe the kind of pain I went through, listening to all that. She didn't say those things all at once, but in different conversations I recorded with Ruth. (Apparently she didn't talk on the phone with Attlee at all—they must have made all their arrangements in quick conversations at school.)

The worst was the happiness in her voice, the laughter and pleasure, the fun she was having: I have a great marriage, a great husband, and fucking another guy on the side just makes it all that much better!

I did want to kill her. I wanted to confront her at Thanksgiving in front of the whole family—or get pictures of her and Attlee fucking and give a slide show to the PTA. I wanted to drive away with Tim and Will and leave her in an empty house, wondering if she'd ever see us again.

I had some truly miserable days, and I couldn't entirely conceal my feelings. Even Julie noticed—she kept asking me why I was so down in the dumps, and trying to cheer me up. She made me a peach pie; she got a sitter and took me out to the movies; she even arranged for her mom to take the boys for a sleepover one Saturday night, and she bought a sexy black nightie and a bottle of champagne and gave me a night of seduction and sex. 

My sore and angry heart didn't prevent me from enjoying the three rounds of fucking we did that night. I don't know what was in her head--what was in mine was "this is my whore of a wife, but she seems to still love me and want me to be happy, so I might as well enjoy what I'm getting."

But did it make me feel any better about what was going on? About being cuckolded? Fuck no.

****************

When I came down to breakfast the day after telling her about Andrea, Julie was a changed woman. She'd gotten up extra early and not only made the usual breakfast for the kids, but cooked eggs and bacon and pancakes for me.

She smiled at me when I came into the kitchen, brought me a cup of coffee and gave me a long, loving kiss. But the look in her eyes was tentative, even frightened.

"Morning, Julie--thanks for the coffee. What's with the big breakfast? It looks great!"

She smiled happily. "Oh, I just thought you needed a little fattening-up; I don't want you to waste away to nothing."

I thought she'd head upstairs and get the boys out of bed, but instead she plopped herself down on my lap and twined her arms around my neck.

"Got time for a quickie? I think you might like what's under this robe."

I opened it to find she was naked underneath, those pretty breasts and that dark bush right in front of my eyes. Without a word I picked her up in my arms and headed for the living room couch, where I laid her down on her back and pulled down my pants.

Julie giggled, then reached for my cock and took it into her mouth, sucking on me while I stroked her tits. As soon as she had me hard enough she dragged me on top of her and we fucked energetically, her hands pulling on my ass to get me deeper inside her.

This had to be the first weekday morning fuck we'd had in years, I thought--perhaps since the days before we had the boys. It didn't last long but I enjoyed every bit of it.

And the rest of the week was full of similar surprises. Julie was attentive and very affectionate. She made sure we made love every night--though to me, torn between my love for her and my rage, it felt like fucking. One night I got the longest and most sensual blowjob of my life.

Outside the bedroom, she was equally devoted: the dinners were delicious, she was doing more than her share of taking care of Will and Tim, and in every way I was being treated like a king. Clearly she was scared to death.

I hadn't brought up Andrea again, waiting to see if Julie would mention it; or, if not, what Saturday would bring.

When the weekend came, it didn't take long for her plan to be clear. Julie let me sleep an extra hour, fending off the boys when they wanted to come in and jump on our bed. By the time I came down for coffee, Will and Tim were off for the day with Arlene, their favorite babysitter.

Julie smiled at me, fed me another great breakfast, then dragged me back to the bedroom. Her intention was obviously to fuck me half to death so I couldn't go have sex with Andrea, and I let her do it. She was a wild woman: the menu included another great blowjob and a round of anal sex, something Julie does for me only rarely. I'd had three great orgasms by 11:30 am and there wasn't anything left.

So she was pretty shocked and unhappy when I appeared downstairs at 12:30, all shaved and showered and dressed for a date, the car keys in my hand.

"I should be back by around 4:30, babe," I said cheerfully, and she stared at me in dismay.

"But, but Dan--I thought that ... that, well, after this morning--" she smiled at me, "you wouldn't be...going to, uh, see Andrea today."

I chuckled. "It WAS great, baby--I don't think we'll be doing any fucking today, Andrea and I. But we made a date to get together, and it would be rude of me to cancel on her. We'll probably just have some lunch, maybe make out for a while, I don't know." And with that I gave her a big kiss and headed out the door.

I treated myself to lunch at Dominic's, where I caught up with the sports page, and then went to see an action flick that I knew wouldn't interest Julie. I was back home by 4:00 or so. Julie lifted her head from the Candyland game she was playing with the boys and looked at me reproachfully but said nothing; I could tell she'd been crying.

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It surprised me a little that Julie hadn't talked to me again about my plan to take Andrea as a lover; but I knew from her phone calls with Ruth that she was totally at a loss.

"How can he even think about fucking someone else? Don't I give him all the loving he wants, and more?"

Ruth laughed. "Says the girl who's been bonking Thomas Attlee for three months! How's that any different? Wouldn't Dan say he's been giving you all that YOU wanted?"

Julie whimpered, "I know, I know. But that was, I don't know, harmless. You know--casual fucking, it didn't mean anything. Just for fun.

"But if Dan starts having sex with Andrea--I mean, he said she's incredibly sexy! What if he prefers her to me? We've been together ten years, how can I compete with someone new like that?"

Ruth didn't let her off the hook. "You mean, like Dan not being able to compete with Thomas?"

"Dammit, Ruth, whose side are you on?" Julie cried. "I'm really suffering here, and I haven't got the slightest idea what to do!"

"Okay, okay, honey," Ruth said soothingly. "Of course I'm on your side. But you've got to see that what Dan is planning to do is pretty much what you've been doing."

"I know," Julie said morosely. There was a silence.

"Well, I have decided one thing--it's over with Thomas. I told him in the Teacher's Lounge yesterday. I sometimes can't even believe I let it happen in the first place."

Ruth snorted. "Let it happen? Julie, you make it sound like an accident, like a fender-bender or something. You've been balling the guy for three months!"

"Oh, shut the fuck up! What the hell kind of friend are you?" Julie yelled, and there was a loud bang as she slammed down the phone.

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On Monday at about 4:00 pm, I looked up to find a very angry Andrea Walden standing in front of my desk. 

"Is your wife a fucking psychopath or what?" she demanded.

Startled, I got up to close my office door, then politely asked Andrea to sit down and tell me what was going on.

"About a half hour ago, a woman came into my office and asked if I was Andrea. When I said yes she leaned over my desk, stuck a finger in my face and told me she was your wife and to stay the hell away from you!"

I laughed aloud, then quickly stopped when I saw Andrea's furious glare.

"I'm sorry--I'll explain the whole thing. What did you say to her?"

"I said I had no idea what she was talking about--because I had no idea what she was talking about!"

"Did she leave?"

"No, she started screaming at me! You were HER husband, she loved you, and I had no right to fuck around in your marriage. After about a minute of that shit I picked up the phone and told her I'd call security if she wasn't out of my office in ten seconds.

"So she left, but not before giving me one last 'I'm warning you!'

"Just the what the FUCK is going on here, Dan?"

"I'm truly sorry, Andrea--I never dreamed anything like this would happen."

I quickly filled her in on my having discovered that Julie was cheating on me; and before I could continue she interrupted me.

"So what the hell are you playing at? Why don't you dump the bitch and go on with your life?"

I sighed. "It's complicated. My parents split up when I was a kid and it was an awful mess. My mom moved us far away, we had to start a new school, we hardly ever got to see my dad... Just take it from me, it sucked, and I really don't want to do that to Will and Tim, not if there's any way to avoid it.

"And then...well, to put it simply, I still love the stupid cunt. She's been a selfish little fool, but I know that she loves me." I told Andrea about the phone conversations that I'd been listening to for weeks.

"I don't know if we can get past this--sometimes I'm so angry I can't see straight. But I wasn't ready to just toss her ass out."

Andrea looked thoughtful. "And exactly how do I come into all of this?"

I laughed again. "Please forgive me. I decided to shake things up a bit. I told Julie last week that you and I were going to start an affair." 

"What?!" 

Smiling, I filled her in on the rest of that conversation.

"Okay," she said, "I guess...but why me?" She was smiling despite herself.

"Well, that question is easy. You're by far the most attractive woman in the building, Andrea. There's not a straight man here who wouldn't love to take you to bed. I'd already mentioned you a couple of times to Julie, and she had a pretty good idea of how hot you are."

Andrea smiled, and seemed to blush a little. "What a bullshitter you are, Dan! I don't mind hearing it, though.

"So what are you going to do now?"

"To tell the truth I don't have it completely worked out. I never thought she'd come in here and confront you like that--clearly the thought of me with someone else has got her pretty freaked out.

"She's already ended her own affair. And she'll obviously know that you would come tell me about her little visit today. So I imagine that when I get home she'll explain to me why you and me screwing would be bad for our marriage.

"Though how she'll be able to say it with a straight face is beyond me."

Still smiling, Andrea moved to the door. Just before she opened she turned and faced me.

"Well, keep me posted, okay? I seem to be in the middle of all this, thanks to your over-active imagination!

"And Dan?" She winked at me. "Let me know when we're starting our affair--I don't want to miss it."

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Julie had a half-defiant, half-frightened look on her face when I walked into the kitchen, but I ignored it.

"Hi sweetie," I said, and kissed her on the cheek. "How are the little guys?"

"They're fine--they're inside watching Barney."

"Listen Julie, I want to--"

She cut me off. "How about we save that conversation for later, all right?"




The Conversation



A couple of hours later, when I turned off the light in the boys' room and stepped into the hallway, I was greeted by Julie, wearing the sexiest of her nighties and a determined expression. Without a word she gave me a long hard kiss, pressing herself tightly against me, then led me by the hand to the bedroom.

When we got there, though, I wasn't as willing to play as she hoped. I kicked my shoes off, settled myself on the bed against the headboard, and said, "got anything to say about this afternoon's little escapade?"

"Oh, Dan, couldn't we talk about that later?" She slid alongside me and began to kiss my neck, while one hand tried to snake down into my pants.

"No," I said, "this seems like a good time to me." I pulled her hand off my dick and gently moved her away from me.

"Okay, honey," she said, obviously not happy. I waited.

"I guess that Andrea told you about, uh, my visit."

"Uh-huh." Another pause.

"Well, I've been thinking about it--about what you told me, last week. And I finally decided that I, that it was, that...I just couldn't do it. I couldn't let you start sleeping with someone else.

"So I went in there to tell Andrea to leave my man alone! That's all. And she pretended not to know what I was talking about, so I got pissed off."

"Why shouldn't I fuck Andrea?" I said calmly. "I thought I explained it all to you, how it would just be a little fun for me, and it wouldn't hurt you or change anything between us.

"You know I love you, Julie. So what's the big deal?"

I watched her struggle. She was in an impossible situation and I was loving every minute of it.

"Dan," she said seriously, looking imploringly at me, "it's just wrong, that's all. We're married, and the only person you should be having sex with is me. What if you fall in love with her? What if she...if the sex with her is hotter? God, she's gorgeous--I saw her today! Those boobs and those legs?"

"Honey, even if sex is better with her, that's not going to change anything between us! We have the kids, and a whole life we've built together. I just don't see what you're worrying about."

With a smile, I threw back at her some of the excuses I'd heard her express to Ruth over the phone weeks earlier.

"Above all, it's just sex. It'll be hot—really hot!—but it's just fucking. There's no romance, no 'darling let's run away together'. I just want her pussy, and she just wants my big hard cock. So there's no way it's a threat to anything between you and me.

"In a way, it's probably even good for us! Because being with Andrea is going to be exciting. It'll make me feel young again, and sexy, not like a businessman-father who's getting up into his late-thirties. And you'll get the benefit of that."

A flicker of something crossed Julie's face, and I knew that my carefully-chosen words had triggered her memory of things she'd said to Ruth, her own attempts at justifying what she'd been doing.

"Darling," she began again, her voice trembling a little, "this is hurting me--very much. I need to know that your wonderful loving is only for me, that I don't have to compete with another woman. That's the only way I can feel safe with you.

"We made each other a promise, the day we took our vows, a promise of faithfulness; and I need you to keep that promise."

I looked hard at her, and she couldn't hold my eyes. The lying, hypocritical bitch!

"And if I go ahead? If I have an affair with Andrea? Are you going to divorce me?"

She started to cry, noisily. "I don't know, I don't know! But I can't believe you'd be so cruel to me! To risk breaking up our family over...over some new piece of ass!"

I waited several minutes, watching until Julie was calmer. Then I said, "listen--before I go ahead with Andrea, how about if we consult an expert? I know a guy who knows all about adultery, what do you say we go see him and get his opinion?"

She nodded, looking slightly less devastated. "If you think it would help, Dan. I'm willing to talk to anyone who can help me persuade you what a bad idea this is. What's his name?"

"Thomas Attlee," I said, watching her face. Her jaw dropped open and she turned very pale, just staring at me.

Without another word I got up and walked out of the bedroom.

****************

I had a surprisingly good night's sleep in the guest room. And I was perfectly normal to Julie the next morning, completely calm and cheerful.

She, on the other hand, was a wreck. She looked awful, with deep circles under her eyes, and she moved around the kitchen like a ghost, unable to speak to me or even look me in the eye.

It was the same that night at dinner. I made no reference to Attlee or to any of our previous conversations; I was civil and friendly to Julie, and my usual loving self with the boys. 

Julie spoke to me as little as possible, and in a hushed voice just above a whisper. She seemed absolutely terrified. Even Will started to notice; he said, "mommy, why are you talking so soft?" in an annoyed voice that startled her.

After the boys were in bed, I relaxed and watched a ballgame, noticing Julie poke her head into the room to stare at me when she didn't think I could see her. But she didn't say a word.

The following day at work, I came back from a mid-afternoon meeting to find an envelope on my desk, addressed to "My Dear Husband Dan" in Julie's neat, fourth-grade teacher handwriting. The letter was neatly written, too. Knowing my wife, she'd probably written several drafts before copying out a final version.

*****

Dear Dan:

I can't begin to say how ashamed I am of my selfish, unthinking behavior. Your conversation with me about having an affair with Andrea made me realize how very painful that would be for me--and how inexcusable my affair with Thomas has been.

You threw all my shallow rationalizations back in my face, and I see now how utterly false and ridiculous they are. There is NOTHING that can justify my having sex with anyone but you, ever. How stupid and short-sighted it was for me to think otherwise! 

Now that it is too late to undo it, I understand how deeply I must have hurt you. I know that saying how sorry I am is utterly inadequate, but I am sorry--as sorry as I have ever been in my life.

I pray that I have not broken our marriage beyond repair--that you will be able to find a way to let me earn your forgiveness, so that we can once again be a happy family. I will do whatever you ask of me--anything--to show you how much I adore you, and how sorry I am for my wretched behavior.

I know that you love the boys with all your heart--do you think that there is any way you can love me again?

Your loving, foolish wife,

Julie

*****

As I sat in my chair, thinking about the letter, Andrea waltzed into my office and shut the door, a mysterious smile on her lips.

"Would you like an update?"

I put the letter aside. "Sure--what's up?"

Sitting down, she said, "I had a second visit from your wife this afternoon. Quite different from the first, I might add."

"Oh?"

"Instead of furious and accusatory she was humble and pleading. The poor thing could barely contain her weeping."

"You'd better tell me the whole story, Andrea."

"There's not that much to tell. She came in timidly and said, 'May I speak to you for a moment? I've come to apologize.'

"So I gestured her to come in and sit, and she said, 'I'll only take a minute of your time, Miss Walden. I had no right to yell at you the other day--there is no excuse, and I hope you'll accept my apology.

" 'I know now that Dan knows about...he knows that I...was having an affair myself. So I hardly have the right to preach to him about fidelity--or to order you to stay away from him.'

"And then she looked at me imploringly--she actually wrung her hands! And she said, 'but please, Miss Walden: don't take him away from me! You're so much more beautiful than I am, and there's no way I can compete with you. Only please, please just...just sleep with him, and send him home to his family.

" 'I know that if you want to break up our marriage, there's no way I'll be able to stop you.' By now she was weeping, and I had to hand her the tissues.

" 'He must be so angry with me, and I can't blame him. But I'm hoping that, maybe, that...you two can just have an affair, just for the sex, but that he won't divorce me. We need him so much! Not just me, but our boys, they're only 5 and 3!' And then she started sobbing so hard she couldn't say anything else.

"So I let her calm down, and before I could really answer her she tried to smile and said, 'thank you for listening,' and tiptoed out."

I tried to imagine the scene. Julie must have been beside herself to behave so submissively to Andrea. I didn't know whether it was guilt and shame, or just the fear of losing me, or some combination; but she was clearly suffering.

"Well, Andrea, you've certainly had more to do with my family than you would ever have wanted! I've got to apologize again for dragging you into the middle of this."

She smiled, and said, "actually it's started turning into a lot of fun, Dan. I can hardly wait to see what happens next! By the way, when ARE we beginning our affair?" Her gaze was bold, even challenging.

"Oh, we started last Saturday--only some necking, though. I told Julie I was meeting you in the afternoon, and she screwed me three times that morning to try to get me to cancel. But I still spent the afternoon with you."

"You did, eh?" Her grin widened. "Well, I'm sure I enjoyed the making out. But when is the screwing going to start?"

To my amazement, I could see that behind her teasing she was absolutely serious. "I'm not sure yet," I said, "but believe me, you'll be the first to know."

She came over to the desk, bent down and gave me a sizzling kiss, winding her arms around my neck. Then she stood up, said, "don't keep me waiting too long," and disappeared out the door.

****************

Here's the ironic thing: Andrea turns out to be a disappointing fuck. She does indeed have a hot body--young and tight and just gorgeous. My hard-on was like a steel rod the first time I saw her naked.

But she's just not that responsive, and it turns out she's a bit uptight beneath her sexy and somewhat aggressive façade. So we've fucked half a dozen times, and I have taught her to give a somewhat better blowjob, but it's not going to last much longer. It's just not worth the trouble, frankly.

But sex with Julie, on the other hand--it's never been better! Nothing like the combination of guilt and terror to turn your loving wife into a whore in bed. She clearly wants to make sure that Andrea isn't giving me anything better than what I'm getting at home, so she's going all out.

The kids have been spending a lot of nights and weekends with Julie's mom, and I've been getting my ashes hauled more than ever--maybe five times a week. There are special treats, too: several new negligees that she looks fantastic in, a bubble bath and massage one night, and one Sunday morning when she poured warm maple syrup all over my cock and balls and licked it all up.

Julie doesn't know anything about what I've been doing with Andrea--she's clearly too scared to ask. And I'm not about to tell her that it's not so great! I'll just let her keep working her ass off to please me. 

I'm not over being pissed off at her, but I've got to tell you: there's nothing like seeing your wife just about kill herself to keep you happy, in and out of bed, to make you feel that she's probably worth keeping around. Above all, she knows she's still on probation, and I'm not in any hurry to change that.



The Conversation



My beloved Mistress R sat naked on the end of the bed, still slightly wet from her shower. Her legs were pressed together, hiding her delicious pussy from view. I was trembling slightly as I looked at her gorgeous, glistening naked breasts which were right in my line of sight as I knelt on the floor, naked except for the cock ring that was making me agonisingly hard. She placed a finger on my chin and lifted my head to look into her eyes. Her voice was calm, but authoritative.

"Okay slave, so let me make sure I completely understand what you are asking..."

She paused for a second and then continued as I swallowed hard.

"...you want to give me, no... you need me to take total control of your orgasms. Is that correct?"

My mouth was dry and I faltered at first but then found my voice.

"Yes please Mistress."

She smiled and a slightly amused glint twinkled in her eye.

"Hmm let me think about that while you worship my feet."

She lay back on the bed and lifted one of her beautiful feet up to my face. I took hold of it to support it and then immediately started to kiss it as she relaxed on the soft mattress. Soon I was sucking on her toes and I could hear her fingers rubbing her pussy as I did so. 

"Other one, slave," she said and I quickly began worshipping her other foot. Kissing her instep and all over the beautifully soft skin, before sucking her toes into my mouth one by one. I could hear her fingers rubbing against the neatly trimmed hair above her slit and closed my eyes as I enjoyed sucking her toes, picturing the image of her pussy opening up and her long-nailed fingers sliding in and out.

Eventually she pulled her foot away and sat up again. She offered her finger to my mouth and I greedily licked and sucked her juice from it.

"You love that taste don't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress, more than anything."

"Is that true slave, do you really love the taste of my hot, wet pussy more than anything else in the world?"

"Yes Mistress. I do."

"And would you sooner give up anything else in the world, just so long as you could keep tasting my beautiful pussy?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good slave, that pleases me greatly."

Mistress leaned back slightly, using her left arm to support herself as she opened her legs to exhibit her wet slit. Her right hand fell between her legs and she used her fingers to spread her lips, exposing the pink flesh inside.

"That's what you dream about isn't it slave, it's your obsession..."

I sighed deeply as I saw the beautiful pink folds of her pussy..

"Yes Mistress."

She smiled, "I'm glad you love it so much slave, but tell me... how often do you think about touching it and tasting it?"

"All the time Mistress."

"Yes slave... but honestly, you can't be thinking about my pussy 24 hours a day, so how often, truthfully..." 

"I don't know Mistress, it seems pretty constant to me...but certainly no more than thirty to sixty minutes between times...."

"Really slave? So you truly are constantly thinking about my sweet, wet pussy?"

She sounded utterly delighted with my answer.

"Always Mistress."

She opened her legs wider and slid two fingers into her dripping wet hole, closing her eyes and groaning softly as she enjoyed the sensation between her legs, and the thought of her slave constantly tormented by his need for her.

"I bet you want to taste me properly now don't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress...I would love to."

She smiled to herself and opened her eyes.

"Ask me nicely."

"Please may I taste your beautiful pussy Mistress?"

She looked at me through half-closed eyes for a few moments as she continued to rub herself and then offered her sticky, wet fingers to my mouth. I opened my mouth and sucked and licked them clean, savouring the delicious juices as they slipped across my tongue and down my throat.

Then she sat up again and removed her fingers from my mouth. She leaned forward, reached down between my legs and then gently traced her fingertip along the underside of my throbbing cock. I trembled noticeably and Mistress let out a small sigh of pleasure.

"Licking it off my fingers just isn't the same is it slave, but don't worry, I'll let you taste me soon enough."

Now it was my turn to moan softly.

"I love to see you like this, desperate for release, but at the same time desperate for denial. It must be so confusing for you."

"Yes Mistress," I said, my voice trembling as I focused on the delicate touch of her finger. 

"Is that why you need me to control you properly slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I'm still undecided slave, I like the idea of you being totally under my control, but I'm still not 100% convinced it's the right thing to do. If you really want it, then why don't you try and convince me."

"Yes Mistress."

I tried hard to focus my thoughts as she used a couple of fingers to very softly tease my twitching cock.

"Well, Mistress... it's well known that when a man's orgasm is denied, he concentrates his efforts on pleasing his partner, and I already love doing that so much... when I make you cum I feel so elated and so content... and when I'm under your control that feeling is even stronger...." I paused momentarily to enjoy the touch of Mistress's fingers on my aching cock. "...and as much as I love to cum myself, making you cum is the greatest feeling in the world to me, and being teased and denied and knowing that I'm under your control and can't cum unless you let me only makes it more intense and satisfying."

Mistress whispered in my ear, prompting me to continue as she carried on stimulating my cock with light, teasing strokes.

"Mistress....for the last six months or so, I've....I've been under your control for ten to fourteen days at a time, but even when I haven't been on 'stop' I still haven't cum, except for when I'm with you."

Mistress stopped stroking but held my cock in a gentle grip and looked directly into my eyes.

"Is that true slave? You've honestly not made yourself cum once in the last six months?"

"Yes Mistress."

Mistress continued to stare into my eyes, making me tremble slightly with nerves until I found myself explaining further.

"It feels like the next best thing to being completely under your control Mistress..."

Mistress gripped my cock harder as she continued to stroke, and whispered in my ear.

"And that's what you really want isn't it slave?"

"Yes Mistress," I gasped desperately.

She silently teased my cock for a while, alternating between firm strokes and gentle, teasing stimulation. Occasionally she would lick her finger tip and use it to rub the head of my cock until my chin started to shake as it became harder and harder to keep control. 

Eventually she spoke again. "But I know you slave, you still can't keep your hands off it can you?"

"No... Mistress."

"Even when I tell you it's totally forbidden, you still can't help it can you?"

"No Mistress."

"And I bet you must have got so close to coming sometimes?"

"Yes Mistress."

"But you never came?"

I hesitated, unsure whether to answer completely truthfully or to give her the answer I wanted to give her.

"I did go too far once or twice Mistress. But...."

"But what slave?" She asked, stopping the stroking abruptly and digging her long nails into my aching flesh.

"I..."

"Come on slave, spit it out."

"I....I let go Mistress. When I came, I let go...of my cock.... I ruined it Mistress."

"Why slave?"

"Because..."

Her fingernails dug deeper into the skin of my cock and I struggled to think clearly.

"Because, I only want to cum when you decide I can, Mistress.... but I love the frustration of being really close to the edge and then stopping."

"And...?" she said, releasing her grip only slightly.

"And, sometimes I get to the edge sooner than I anticipate Mistress."

"I see," she said, releasing my cock completely and sitting back up. "Or maybe I should see. Show me, now." 

I looked at her with a slightly gormless expression.

"Go on, rub your cock until you are about to cum and stop. I want to see it."

I looked down between her legs at her waiting pussy and curled my fingers around my shaft.

"I know what you want slave, and you're not getting your tongue in there until I've seen you stroke to the edge."

It didn't take long, not with her there in front of me and her pussy just inches from my face. I stroked it vigorously until I felt the unmistakeable feeling of the beginnings of orgasm and let go. I looked up at her, slightly embarrassed, even though she'd done far worse to me over the years. 

"Is that as close as you can get?" she asked.

Again I spent a fraction too long mulling over my answer and Mistress new the truth.

"Do it again, and get as close as you can without spilling it."

She opened her legs and started to stroke her pussy as she watched me start pumping my shaft again.

"Tell me when you're nearly there," she said.

I continued stroking for a while longer and then confirmed I was getting close.

"Don't stop until you absolutely have to," she said. "I want you to watch you enjoy that feeling of absolute frustration that you love so much."

I stroked slower and slower, and loosened my grip until I knew it would take just one more gentle stroke to push myself over the edge. I let go and my cock throbbed painfully. For a second I thought I might have gone too far as it pulsed madly, threatening to release a stream of cum onto the carpet beneath me. I looked down at my cock and saw a drop of pre-cum appear on the tip and then a very small amount of thick, white spunk trickled from the eye. I had not just stood on the edge, I had practically jumped off the cliff and held on with my fingernails.

I was breathing very heavily and Mistress bent down again, her hand moving down between my legs. I had to warn her before it was too late.

"No Mistress, if you touch it I'll cum!!!"

She studied my throbbing cock and the cloudy liquid spread across the tip and then kissed me gently on the lips. My reward for complete and total obedience. 

"Thank you Mistress," I said, trembling as she pulled away.

"You have pleased me slave. And so I will allow you to taste my pussy properly."

I thanked her, but hoped that she might wait a few moments to allow me to cool down. Tasting her at this exact moment could have only one outcome.

"But first, I have a few more questions..."

She closed her legs again and placed her hands on her knees, her upper arms pushing her gorgeous breasts together and making them even more enticing than usual.

"You have proven to me that you have dedication and a lot of self-control slave, even if you can't keep your hands off your cock...and that is something that we may have to address at some point. Wouldn't you agree slave?"

"If it pleases you Mistress."

"Yes slave. If it pleases me. And you do understand that if I agree to take full control of your orgasms, that it means exactly that. I know you dream of being kept frustrated and aching for days and weeks, but if I control your cock and I want to see you cum every night, then that's what will happen. On the other hand, if I decide to make you wait for a long time, that will be entirely my decision too, yes?"

"Yes Mistress."

She leaned closer again and softened her voice almost to a whisper.

"You'd like me to make you wait a long time wouldn't you?"

"Yes Mistress," I groaned.

She smiled at my reaction.

"What if I decided to make you wait a very long time, could you handle that slave?"

"If it pleased you Mistress."

"Even if I teased you and made you ache like you've never ached in your life?"

I could hardly speak now, I was trembling at the thought of such treatment.

"Y, yes... Mistress."

"I know you dream of me being a heartless, cock-teasing bitch who uses your tongue for her own pleasure, whilst revelling in your desperation for release... that's right isn't it slave?"

"Yes Mistress." 

If this pause in proceedings was supposed to help me cool down, then she was going about it all wrong. My cock was throbbing as she spoke these words to me, words that I had dreamed of hearing from her mouth for so long.

"I also know that you want me to ignore your pleading when you beg to be allowed to cum, isn't that right?"

"Oh God yes, yes Mistress..."

"You told me before, a long time ago, that when you beg... it's only because you want to hear me say 'no'. You did tell me that didn't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"And that hasn't changed has it slave?"

"No Mistress, not at all."

She licked her lips and moved even closer. Her fingertip returned to stroking the underside of my rock-hard stalk.

"I know, you love it when I let you inside me even though you know you can't cum...I know you love it when your balls ache for release....and I know that you love that it's only me who can grant that release...isn't that right slave?

"Yes Mistress." 

I could barely speak now, my cock was threatening to erupt at any second, so I was relieved when she sat up again and took a moment to collect her thoughts. 

"If I agree to take full control of your orgasms, then I would want something else from you as well slave, would you agree to that?"

"Anything Mistress."

She raised an eyebrow slightly before continuing.

"If I agree to take full control of your orgasms, then you have to agree that I control what happens to your cum afterwards. So, potentially, every time that you are allowed to cum, I could make you clean it up with your tongue. If that's what I decide. Would you agree to that, slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Are you sure slave? I know you love to eat your cum out of my beautiful pussy, so I'm sure you wouldn't take much persuading if I let you cum inside me. But I would consider that a treat for you... being allowed to cum inside me and being allowed to clean my pussy afterwards! Remember, it will be completely my decision. Could you really cope with knowing that every time I allow you to cum, you might have to swallow your load, no matter how often or from where I say.?"

"Yes Mistress."

"What if I made you wait several weeks and then allowed you to empty your balls deep inside me. I might kneel over you afterwards and let you watch your cum drip out of my beautiful pussy onto your chest, knowing full well how desperate you were for me to sit on your face and allow you to clean me up with your tongue. Could you cope with that slave?"

"If it pleased you Mistress," I sighed.

"Maybe if I was feeling very generous I might scoop it up off your chest with my fingers and feed it to you."

She opened her legs once more and her fingers moved back between her thighs.

"And what if I said you could only cum by your own hand slave? What if I made you wait for weeks and then said that you could cum, but only if you wanked yourself off while I watched. What if I laid on the bed, fully clothed and made you strip off and jerk off while I watched. Would you do that for me slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Even though I might make you cum in your other hand and swallow it?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You'd really do that if I told you to?"

"Yes Mistress."

She let out a small groan and continued. "You really want this don't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

She leaned back and closed her eyes again, her fingers teasing her clit as she spoke to me.

"There's something else slave...."

"Yes Mistress?"

"I know you don't want to lose our special monthly sessions, and neither do I. But there's one small thing that has to change. Up until now every 'session' we've ever had has culminated in an orgasm for you, once you've satisfied me and taken whatever punishments I decided were necessary... But if I take full control of your orgasms, that certainty will end. I may allow you to cum in those sessions, or I may not. If I have already decided to make you wait a certain amount of time and there is a session, well, you won't be cumming, unless I decide you can. After all, it's my decision and I can change my mind whenever I want to."

"Yes Mistress."

Mistress fell silent and all I could hear was the sound of her finger sliding back and forth over her clit. My cock had relaxed a bit now, but the cock ring was still keeping it more than hard enough.

"You know slave. Every time I allow you to cum, as I'm watching you licking up your mess for me, if that's what I've decided to make you do, I'll already be thinking about how long to make you wait before you get to cum again. It might be a day, it might be a week, it might be much, much longer. But I'm only human slave, and it's inevitable that your behaviour will influence my decision, after all, I won't be telling you how long you're going to have to wait, so I'll be free to adjust it as I feel necessary. Of course, that might work in your favour, especially as you're such a loving husband, and one who loves nothing more than to make me cum as often as possible."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

"But as I know you really want me to be a heartless bitch when it comes to your release, I'll have to make an extra effort to ensure that I don't go too easy on you, isn't that right slave?"

"Whatever pleases you Mistress."

"So slave, knowing all that, do you still want me to have 100% control of your orgasms?"

I paused momentarily as I realised the gravity of what she was asking me, then gave her my truthful answer.

"Yes please Mistress."

"Even if I promise to be the cock-teasing bitch of your dreams and to make your balls ache like they've never ached before?"

"Yes Mistress," it was impossible to hide the shaking in my voice.

"Even though you know you could be made to wait a very, very long time to cum, or you could be made to eat your own cum every single day if that's what I wanted?"

"Yes Mistress."

She opened her eyes and looked at me, her fingers still rubbing her clit. Then she pushed me down onto the floor on my back and straddled me, her dripping wet pussy hovering just a few inches from the tip of my cock.

"Just so you know what you're in for..." she said, as she grasped my shaft and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pussy lips several times and then slipped the first inch into her pussy. Then slowly, agonisingly slowly, she pressed down and my cock disappeared into her tight hole a millimetre at a time. When she finally got to the base she sat perfectly still for a few seconds and then lifted herself off again, just as infuriatingly slowly.

"If that feels good now, can you imagine how it will feel when you haven't cum for a long, long time."

I let out a load groan and tried to push my cock upwards into her pussy.

"Uh-huh!" she said, lifting herself higher. "That's exactly the sort of thing that would delay your release, and you wouldn't want to that would you?"

"No Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress."

She moved so that her pussy was directly over my face and then used her fingers to open herself up, showing my every detail of her beautiful, slippery cunt.

"What's the longest you've ever gone without cumming slave?"

"Fourteen days Mistress."

"Really slave, and was that hard?"

"It wasn't too bad Mistress."

"Really, so you could easily go for three or four weeks then?"

"I, I don't know Mistress..." I said, gazing at her gorgeous wet slit, desperate to bury my tongue in it and taste her gorgeous juices.

"When I say easily slave, I don't really mean 'easily', I just mean you could get through it without using a safeword and stopping the whole game...."

I tore my eyes away from her beautiful pussy and looked up at her.

"Because you will only get to use your safeword once, and after that the game is over. And you won't want the game to end will you slave?"

"No Mistress!"

"Even after merely wanting to cum has passed, even if think you truly need to cum, you'll still wait until I decide won't you?"




The Conversation



"Yes Mistress."

"Even if you are truly, truly desperate and you can't imagine waiting for another hour, let alone another day, you'll still wait for me to decide won't you?

"Yes Mistress."

My cock was throbbing uncontrollably now and honestly began to fear that I might cum without even being touched. 

"Are you sure slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Because this is what you asked for, and I'm granting your wish."

She reached back and gently squeezed my balls in her fist.

"You think you're desperate now, but you're not. You're not even close. You know that don't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. Then we will start today."

She gave my balls a much harder squeeze.

"Thank you Mistress," I moaned.

"But it will be a trial period...of three months. After the three months is up, I will decide what happens next. I may decide to go for another three months, six months, a year, or maybe I will just make it a permanent arrangement. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I will ask you once after the three months if you wish to continue, but if you do not, then the game will be over, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"When I say the game will be over, you understand what that means don't you slave?"

"I think so Mistress."

"Well, just so we're clear, it means that you will have complete control of your orgasms returned to you. If you beg me nicely and for long enough I might consider some kind of chastity play again sometime in the future, but it won't be like this. It would never be like this..."

She got up off of me and sat on the edge of the bed again, looking down at me. She lifted her foot and started using her toes to tease my straining cock.

"How do you think it would feel to know that you could never cum again without my permission slave?"

I looked up at her and gave her my brutally honest answer.

"Wonderful Mistress." 

"Are you sure slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

She smiled warmly at me and now it was her who seemed to tremble a little.

"Good slave. But before we begin, I want to see you cum. And you better make the most of it, because you don't know when you will cum again do you?"

"No Mistress."

I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her foot rubbing against my cock, while realizing that my fantasy was finally about to become reality.

"I want to make this something to remember slave, something you've never been allowed to do before, even though I know you want to. Does that sound good to you slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

I struggled to imagine what was about to happen, I knew there was no way she would allow me to cum inside her ass, but I couldn't push that thought out of my head to make room for something else. Thankfully she didn't keep me waiting much longer.

"Stand up slave."

I pulled myself to my feet and stood in front of her, my cock twitching as she reached underneath it and gave my balls another squeeze. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Now, I'm going to jerk your cock until you explode on my beautiful breasts and then I'm going to lie back on the bed and you are going to lick them clean."

She smiled at me again as I let out a small groan of pleasure.

"You're going to lick them clean because you want to, not because I tell you to, but because deep down inside, you want to. You do want to lick your hot, sticky cum off of my beautiful, soft tits don't you slave?"

"Oh God, yes Mistress!" 

My stomach was doing backflips, I had only cum on Mistress's breasts once or twice in all the time we had been together and this had been something I had been fantasising about for a long time.

She grasped my throbbing shaft in her right hand and began to pump it hard, while her left hand moved down between my legs and she started squeezing my balls quite hard, certainly harder than she'd ever done before. She didn't say another word until she saw the first string of cum shoot from my cock and splash across her left breast.

"That's it slave, get it all out, empty your balls for me...I own your cock now, you'll never do this without my permission again!"

String after string off cum erupted across her chest until finally I was spent and Mistress milked the last few drops of cum onto her skin. She looked stunningly beautiful with my cum sprayed all over her and as she lay back on the bed I willingly leaned over her and licked every drop of spunk off her gorgeous tits. As I did so she began stroking her pussy again while softly whispering that I 'belonged' to her now and how she intended to make me suffer for her like I had never even dreamed. 

Once I had swallowed every last drop of my cum she moved up the bed and told me to eat her pussy. I didn't need to be asked twice and quickly got inbetween her lovely soft thighs. She was so aroused that it took barely a couple of minutes until I felt her tense up and then she was jerking up and down on the bed as I licked her clit and massaged her G-spot through a massive and intense orgasm. Her pussy seemed to flood much more than usual and I swallowed every drop of her beautiful pussy juice as she came. She pulled herself upright and held my head tightly, telling me how much she loved me and how amazing that had been. She stayed like that for quite a while, breathing heavily as her heart rate returned to normal.

When she finally regained her composure I could feel that my cock was already starting to harden again, but I knew that there was nothing I could do about it. My orgasms belonged to her now and that was exactly what I asked for and what I truly wanted. 

The next morning I found a small piece of paper my Mistress had left for me. It was folded in half with the word 'safeword' written on it. I was about to unfold it when I thought better of it. Instead, I walked into the kitchen, turned on the gas ring and set it alight. I didn't want to know what it was, I had no intention of ever using it and this way I couldn't be tricked into using it, or regret my actions in the heat of the moment. As the paper burned to nothing, I opened the kitchen blind and stared out of the window at the new day. The very first day of my new life as a true chastity slave.



The Conversation & the Conclusion



She walked into the house ahead of me and didn't bother holding the door open for me.

"Thanks," I said as I pushed the door open.

"Well, I'm sorry. But I can't believe you sit and stare at some girl and I'm not supposed to be pissed off."

"Look Jenny, we've had this conversation before but have never taken it seriously. Why don't we just sit down and talk this out."

"Fine. You're a jerk. I think that about covers it."

Mike looked at his very hot girlfriend. She was even better looking when she was ticked off. Her eyes always sparkled but now they were totally alive. "I'm not a jerk. Now just cool down and let's talk this thing out."

"Okay, go ahead."

I got up, went to a closet and returned with a Penthouse magazine. When Jenny saw it, she started seething again. "God, you are such a jerk. You've got Penthouse in this house? Why the hell do you need that, I'm not good enough?"

"Settle down. Jenny, all I can do is tell you what I believe and then we'll see if that makes any sense to you." She sat back with an "I can't wait to hear this bullshit" look on her face. "C'mon Jen," I begged, "listen to me with an open mind."

"I already said for you to go ahead, so go ahead already." Sitting there in her halter-top, Jenny's tits really looked great.

"Okay, now look at this babe, the centerfold. She's absolutely gorgeous, can you at least admit that?"

"Yeah, with an airbrush or whatever they call it."

"Oh BS, she's a babe. Now my point is this. The fact is all of us know she's a babe. But only some of us will allow ourselves to appreciate her beauty. Some of us have to act like she's just a dumb slut or stupid or on drugs or something ridiculous."

"Well Mike, let me ask you, would you want me to pose nude for Penthouse? Would you want your friends, your mom and dad and kid brother, your work-mates, your softball teammates all to look at my naked body?"

I looked her dead in the eye. "Yes, I think it would be great if you posed for Penthouse. You're every bit as hot, if not hotter, than this babe." Jenny shifted her legs a little and I could see the line from her pussy in her short shorts.

She squinched her face up, "Oh, you lie. You would not want your mother to find out from the women down at church that her son's girlfriend is naked in a girlie magazine."

"Jenny, everyone has their own tolerance and intolerance. My point is this. If you posed nude for Penthouse, that would most likely mean you were a lot less inhibited about your body and sex than you are now. We plan on getting married some day. I'd rather be married to a woman that loves sex."

"What the hell's wrong with me and sex? I love it, I do it."

"Yes, a lot of times you seem to really enjoy sex and those are our best uh, 'sex times'. But, there's plenty of times when you sort of use sex as a tool. Instead of giving into the natural good feeling of it, you make me beg and many times, you say no. Sometimes you say no for weeks."

"I've done that, I know. But what's that got to do with this?"

"Jenny, I don't know the statistic, but science has shown that men think about sex something like 100 million times a day. Most men notice every woman and girl of a certain age and they make a decision without even knowing they're doing it. Would I fuck her, or wouldn't I?"

"So, all men notice me and when they do, they're voting on how good I am? What a bunch of jerks."

"I don't know if voting is the right word, they just make an almost unconscious note to themselves about you. In your case, because you're model beautiful, their thoughts are a little more conscious. And don't act so dumb. You know damn well men are checking you out and I'm certain the more attention you receive, the more you like it."

"I do not. Well, I guess if I'm totally honest, I like the attention. But so what?"

Okay, so men are thinking about sex off and on all day. Just think if our society was a lot freer. If women got off their asses and started enjoying life, we'd all have more fun. Instead, women deny a man what he's been thinking about all day. Now that's stupid."

"What are you saying? Are you suggesting that we should all go around screwing everyone? I can't believe it."

"Jenny, I'm not saying that, but only because that's too far of a leap from where we are today."

"God, you're weird." Jenny looked disgusted. I still wanted to pull her top off. Maybe I am weird.

"I'm not weird, I'm just more open than you are and that's the case with most men compared to most women. But some women get it. And my guess is, they have pretty damn good lives."

"I see. So, Mr. Science here has decided that if women would only pose nude in Penthouse and play up to every man that whistles at her and if she were really advanced, perhaps she'd give them a blowjob too, her life would be great. Do I have this thing just about nailed?"

"No, you're making it sound shallow. But that's to be expected because you think sex is dirty and you feel a little guilty about liking it. And finally, you feel like you're powerless when you give a man what he wants."

"I don't think sex is dirty. I think it has its purpose and usually, it feels really great too."

"Well, good. So allow me to go back to the beginning of this conversation. If I'm a man, there's not much I can do about it; science has proven I'm going to think about sex a lot every day. When I walk through a store or a park and see a hot looking chick, I can't help but notice her. And when I notice her, certainly that will trigger a judgement. And the judgement most men make is "Hot babe, I'd fuck her." So then I come home and I see another hot babe and now I really want to fuck. It all serves its purpose to make us horny and to use that feeling to have a good time together. If a man looks at a Penthouse, he sees pictures of hot babes and it helps make him want to fuck his girlfriend or wife."

"Give me that Penthouse."

I passed it to her. She thumbed through the pages and found a pictorial of a man and a woman having kissing, fondling each other and having sex. She held it open for me to see. "Okay, you're saying that if I'd loosen up, look at pictures like this and shut off the negative judgements, I'd probably end up wanting to have sex with you more often?"

"Exactly, don't you think that's true?"

"I don't know. I hear you. I admit that if some guy is good looking, I pay more attention to him. And if he doesn't act like a jerk, that's a plus. And then if he looks at me like I'm hot, that's exciting. And, usually, when I get home I'm ready for you to jump my bones."

"So, rather than me being jealous, I should thank God above that there are good looking guys out there to help you feel more turned on and horny. And, frankly, that is how I feel. If society were really loose and accepted everything as okay, I think our relationships in general would be vastly better than they are."

"You do. You think that if I were to sleep with other men, you and I would have a better relationship?"

"I'm not certain. Our society is so far removed from that; it probably would be too much for just the very occasional couple to deal with. But, if sex was basically unlimited so no one was deprived, people would probably be with the person they loved and for the reasons women say are important. Things like faith, communication, respect and appreciation. I mean, if I could go out and fuck that centerfold and you had absolutely zero upset about it. And if you were off fucking some other guy and I wasn't upset. Wouldn't that enable us to both enjoy sex more and to remove sex as an obstacle in having a happy marriage?"

"Maybe. I guess there's only one way to find out. If I decide to go along with your wishes, we'll find out if we have a better relationship, including better sex."

"So, I understand that you were uncomfortable that I noticed that girl at the park, but I would have been dead to miss her."

"True, she did have nice tits and a hot ass."

I looked at Jenny. She was giving this the college try. "And she had a great face and hair." I added.

"Yeah, she did." Jenny pushed her halter-top up over her gorgeous tits. "I think her tits were as nice as mine."

I sat back and watched Jenny. My cock was hard. I rubbed it on top of my shorts. "Look at the babe in that picture. She's almost as good-looking as you are, but I think your body is much better. Yet, I could cum whacking off as I looked at her pictures."

Jenny tugged on her nipples. "You like my nipples don't you Mike?"

I licked my lips, "I sure do, I like the tits they sit on too."

"Well why don't you pull your hard cock out of your pants and stroke it while you watch me fondle myself."

I didn't need to be begged. I pulled my shorts down to my ankles, spread my legs and long stroked my very hot cock. It was Jenny's turn to lick her lips. She turned the page in the Penthouse. "Mmmm, I do like his ass. Oh, and I like this picture of the chick holding his dick."

"Wouldn't you like to hold his dick?" I toyed.

"Yeah, I think I'd like to suck it."

God I was hot, "How about if you were sucking on his cock and the babe was licking your pussy. That would feel great."

She closed her eyes as she slid a hand inside of her shorts. She moaned.

"And Jenny, think if I was there too and all four of us were fucking and sucking each other."

"Yeah, and you were sucking his cock."

"Jenny, don't go there. Don't ever go there." I squinched up my face.

She giggled, "I'm just kidding. You could put your cock up her pussy while she licked mine and I sucked his cock."

"Mmmm, I think I'd enjoy that."

"Me too. In fact, let's find a couple to fuck, you want to?"

"Are you serious Jen?" I really couldn't believe my ears.

"Yeah. They need to be very attractive though."

I kneeled down between her legs and pulled her shorts off. I licked her pussy. I almost burned my lips. She wasn't just fooling around, she was hot.

"Put your cock in me Mike."

I sat down in the chair and had her straddle my aching cock. She slipped her tight pussy up and down. I talked to her. "Just imagine, you're fucking me and a beautiful babe is standing behind you, kissing your neck while she plays with your nipples." Jenny squeezed my cock with her cunt. "And imagine that her boyfriend, a big black stud with a cock bigger than mine put it up to your lips and you sucked it in. He put his hands on the sides of your face and he gently fucked your mouth with his big black cock."

"Oh Mike, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum now."

I grabbed her ass and helped her slide up and down my cock even faster. "Cum babe. I want you to cum more than ever."

Her whole body spasmed as she orgasmed. She threw her arms around my neck and pressed her beautiful tits into my chest. After she'd regained her strength I asked her for a blowjob. She kneeled down between my legs and guided my hot cock into her mouth. Jenny deep throated me better than ever before and for the first time, she swallowed my cum, every drop of it.

"Jenny, I love you babe."

"I love you too Mike. I don't think I really want to be with another couple though, just talking that way helped get me more aroused."

"I feel the same way. If you notice a good-looking guy and it helps make you want to give me a hummer, that's a good thing. That's a very good thing."

Jenny gave me big hug, "Well Mike, I'm glad we were able to talk our way through this. Do you suppose we ought to discuss that financial matter now."

"Uh, not tonight Jen, not tonight."