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Somewhere In  Between

By: BANJAR



We've all seen it at one time or another. A beautiful couple gives birth to an ordinary or even ugly child and the mousy couple gives birth to a stunning beauty. So it is with the main character in this story. I know such a person as Anna but this story is pure fiction.

Anna's parents came from Europe. Her father was a tall blond from Poland and her mother a red-haired beauty from Ireland. Yet poor Anna was stuck with the wrong branch of the DNA. She was six feet and then some in her socks. Her face was plain with a broad forehead, long jaw and beaked nose. Most of her height was in her legs. She wore men's jeans with a 30 inch waist and 36 inch inseam. Her hair was neither blond nor red but a sad mixture resulting in a rough brown. Her height served her well in obtaining a volleyball scholarship to college where she majored in business. But there was little demand in the sales and marketing field for a tall and unattractive woman; BS degree or not. She wound up working in the customer service department of the phone company. Her most redeeming quality was a melodious, deep voice which soothed angry and confused customers who called to complain about their bill. She was so good at her job that her supervisor would not promote her knowing that she could not replace her at that salary with anyone of her skill level. And so, by 1992 she was four years into her career with little to show for her work. She lived in a studio apartment in a fairly large building. What few contacts she had outside of work consisted mainly of girl friends and occasional arranged dates which rarely went past the first night out. She had a brief affair with a guy at work who was married and made all sorts of promises to her, none of which were kept.

Bill graduated with a degree in chemistry in 1962 and immediately went to work in a plastics plant. Upon his 30th anniversary with the company he was informed that he could take a buy-out or get laid off. His position as senior manager of a company being downsized in an attempt to compete with overseas suppliers did little to guarantee his job. So, at the age of 52, he took the buy-out. Divorced now for nearly 8 years from a woman who could not bear the thought of living with a man who could not give her a child, [a bad case of mumps at age 23 left him sterile], he sold the house and moved into a two room apartment in the same building as Anna, . 

Bill rarely saw many of tenants of the building. Occasionally he rode in the elevator up to the sixth floor with Anna and some others, but most of the time he took the stairs in a vain attempt to maintain a semblance of a good frame. 

And so it was on a cold and blustery Friday afternoon, he was pulling the mail from his box in the lobby when he noticed a couple of letters on the floor. He picked them up and saw Anna Czerwinski's name and apartment number. He could have just shoved them in the outgoing mail slot and let the letter carrier sort it out but then he decided to do the nice thing and bring them to her door. He entered his own apartment and tossed the mail on the end table. He went into the kitchen and started his ritual of Friday spaghetti, based on a secret recipe his mother had given him years ago. With the sauce coming to a simmer, he picked up Anna's mail and went out to her door. He knocked lightly several times and she opened her door just a crack, with the safety chain still attached.

"Hi, I'm Bill Wilson. I live in the corner apartment. I found a couple of your letters that you must have dropped on the floor of the lobby when you picked up your mail."

He could see only a small portion of the long face that peeked out at him with a suspicious stare. He passed the letters through the crack. They were quickly snatched and the door slammed shut.

"Well, shit," he thought. "So much for being a good neighbor." Suddenly he heard the safety chain being snapped and the door opened. In a voice that reminded one of Lauren Bacall she said,

"Thanks for bringing up my mail. One of these is my yearly bonus check. I'd have been in deep trouble if I'd lost it. I didn't mean to slam the door in your face. It's just that I don't know anyone in the building and I was a little surprised. I thought it was some sort of scam.......or something"

"Aw, that's ok, as long as you got all your mail. That's what's really important. "

Now he could see her face and most of her shoulders as she leaned out of the door.

True, she was not a beauty by any stretch of one's imagination but there was a clean simplicity in her appearance that struck Bill. Although he was used to living alone,

the onset of another weekend by himself suddenly overwhelmed him and in an impulsive moment he blurted out,

"Look, I'm cooking up my famous spaghetti right now. I've made enough to feed a small army. If you haven't already started your own supper, why don't you come over and have some?"

"Oh, I don't think so. I'm kinda busy right now but thank you anyway."

"Well, I'll tell you what, I'll leave the front door open so if you change you mind, just come on in. You'll be safe for sure. I'm old enough to be your father and if you're at all like me, you don't particularly like eating alone every night. So just come on down to the end of the hall. Dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes."

He walked away from her and didn't look back. He heard the door slam and thought that once again his instincts where wrong and he probably scared her off. He went back to his kitchen and finished preparing his meal. He set the table for two places, just in case she might change her mind. He poured a glass of Chianti and was about to fill his plate when he heard a soft knock.

"Bill?" said the low and sultry voice." Am I too late?"

"No, no. Come on in. I was just about to serve up. Here, you sit there and I'll get you a plate."

At first there was little conversation other than a glowing compliment to the cook.

"This is the best I've ever had," she exclaimed. 

Bill went on to tell her how his Irish born mother was an accomplished cook in an Italian restaurant while he was growing up. Eventually they began to talk about their lives, sharing with each other the ugly side of being in the work force. As she relaxed in the presence of this fatherly figure, she began to pour out her frustration of doing the same job with apparently no path to a future. She frowned when Bill told her how he had been ushered out the door of a company he helped to build. He wasn't sure what he was going to do but his interest in coins might prove to be something he could earn some income on. The discovery of 12 nearly mint twenty dollar gold pieces stashed in an old desk he bought at an estate sale brightened his finances as he began to sell them off. After cleaning up the kitchen he showed her some of his collections including a 1943 copper penny.

"It's a fake. They made them out of aluminum in 1943, during the Second World War but there was always the rumor that a few were minted in copper. I keep it as just sort of a curiosity."

As the evening wore on they found more and more in common. A howling wind began to come in off Lake Michigan. It whistled around the windows of the apartment and broke the flow of conversation. Anna said,

"I don't know why but the wind howls loudest in my apartment or at least on my side of the building. It must be the way the building is situated to the lake but sometimes it's so loud I can't sleep. Well, I guess I'd better get back to my place", she mumbled. "It's getting late."

"Ok, he said, but there is one thing you have to do before you leave. In my family it was always a custom that if you liked the food, you have to kiss the cook."

She looked at him with a small smile on her lips. 

"Oh sure, I'll bet you say that to all the girls you bring here with your 'famous' spaghetti sauce."

"Actually, you're the only one I've shared it with since I moved in here and if you doubt my word about our family custom, I'll give you my brother's phone number and you can call him and find out for yourself."

He turned his head away from her and puffed out his cheek. 

"Come on, just a quick one, right here."

Taller than Bill by at least 3 inches, she slightly tilted her head and pecked him on the cheek. They both had a good laugh.

"So, she chided him, you've not had anyone over here yet. You must like sleeping alone."

Suddenly serious he said,

"Actually, sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. I've been alone for 8 years now since my divorce and at first, I relished the peace and quiet. But then there are times when sleeping alone is the pits. Do you like sleeping alone?"

The question caught her with her guard down. She felt at this point she could tell her new friend anything without fear of humiliation. What she hated most in men was their patronizing attitude that somehow their presence should be seen by her as a gift. Such was not the case with Bill and she said,

"I've never spent a night with someone in my bed. I was an only child and the few relationships I have had never included an overnight stay. But I agree that sometimes the loneliness gets to me when I try to go to sleep. It is especially bad when it's a night like tonight when the wind howls outside. I've never liked that sound.

There was a short silence and then Bill threw caution to the wind.

"I've always liked the sound of the wind but for you I have a suggestion. The wind doesn't sound so bad on this side of the building. That couch over there is the best I've ever slept on and believe me; I've spent many a night there. If you want you could sleep there tonight. You know you're safe and it's not really like sleeping with someone and yet not like sleeping alone. It's somewhere in between."

Anna was truly shocked at such a suggestion from a man she just met but she saw the sincerity in his face and quietly said,

"Oh no, that won't be necessary. I'm quite comfortable in my place. Thank you for a lovely evening, Bill; I really had a good time. Good night now."

She walked to the door and headed down the hall to her place.

Bill inwardly cursed himself for being so forward. Even so, he made up the couch with sheets, pillow and a blanket even though he knew she would probably not return. He crawled into his bed and was soon asleep. About an hour later he heard a soft knock on his door. A bit dazed with sleep he threw on a robe and opened the door. There she stood, all six foot three, in a long nightgown and ratty looking robe. Her hair was mussed up and she clutched a small pillow in one hand.

"Is that couch offer still good?"

Bill was flushed with a warm feeling that, once more, his instincts were correct. . He let her in and showed her the couch already made up. She smiled at him a little shyly and once again kissed him on the cheek.

"You are really a cool guy, Mr. Bill Wilson. It's amazing how you seem to read my mind."

As she crawled under the covers he pulled a chair next to the couch and, much as a father would to his child, proceeded to tell her a Russian fairy tale about Ivan and the Fire Bird. By the time Ivan had reached the second kingdom, she was sound asleep. He quietly tip-toed back to his room and crawled nude into his own bed. He began to talk to himself.

"Somewhere in between. That's a good way of putting it."

He was about to start a new life after 30 years of work and a failed marriage. She was stuck in between the security of a boring but well paying job and her desires to move on.

As he dozed off, the wind picked up in velocity and the howling became worse. This was a big nor'easter that was sure to bring a foot of snow. Tomorrow would be Saturday so she would not have to get up early. He could let her sleep as long as she wanted. Once again he drifted off to sleep. 

Bill had always been a very light sleeper. The slightest noise or change in light would awaken him. He suddenly sat up in bed, not knowing what aroused him. He looked to his right and saw Anna standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the dim glow from the front windows. For a second he thought he might still be dreaming. Then the silhouette spoke:

"You may think that couch is a great place to sleep but I think it is more lumpy than you remember. I think I'll go back to my place."

"Sure, Anna, just let me get my robe."

He grabbed it and put it on quickly. As he approached her he was suddenly overcome with a feeling of impending loss. He had just met the girl. She was a sweet person but just about the last he would have been attracted to, given her age and overall appearance.

Once again, relying on gut instinct, he said,

"Look, this bed is a king sized bed. There is enough room here for four people. I know this is sort of suggestive but......why don't you just take right side, I'll take the left. I promise you that there will not be any funny stuff going on. The wind is louder than ever and......." He ran out of words and just stared at her.

Once more Anna was shocked that this sweet and gentle man would make such a proposal to a girl he just met. For a brief moment she did not feel like a gangly, unattractive girl. For just an instant, she was a woman to be desired, not as some dalliance but as a real person, an equal member of the human race, a genuine female.

It is impossible for anyone to crawl inside the head of someone like Anna and experience the years of suffering at the hands of uncaring and mean people who delight in making fun of others who are not as physically attractive as they. The years of rejection, loneliness and abuse can create a lasting imprint on one's self evaluation. And so, as the shell of indifference she so carefully crafted over the years began to crack, Anna began to allow herself to be attracted to this older man. She hesitated a moment and said,

"Sure why not? The worst that can happen is that you're an axe murderer and I'll never wake up. Right now I'm so tired I don't really care."

She walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled under the covers for the third time that night. For a moment Bill was a bit nervous. He said,

"Uhm,.....I forgot to mention that....I .....er.....I sleep in the nude. I always have. If you want, I can put on some boxers and a T."

"Don't worry Bill. I won't attack you. You're safe with me!"

That brought out a belly laugh from both of them. He sat with his back to her, slipped off his robe and pulled the big down comforter over him.

"Good night Anna. I'm glad you decided to stay."

"I'm glad too, Bill. Good night."

Now, although she was tired, Anna's brain went into overdrive. Here she was, sleeping with an attractive naked man. Her libido, long ago suppressed, began to become active.

No one knew of the vibrators she had been using since puberty. No one knew of the frustration she suffered seeing loving couples all through high school and college. Who but such a woman knows the feeling of opening your mailbox on Valentine's day and finding just one card from your mom and dad and no one else? Day after day her biological clock ticked on with the hope of experiencing something other than a self-induced orgasm slipping further and further away. She rose on one elbow and looked at Bill, breathing heavily in deep sleep. She slowly slipped her hand over his chest. His chest hairs were so soft. Suddenly his eyes opened and he looked into her face. He did not move or speak. Something was connecting between them, something each of them had consciously forced to the back of their minds.

"Anna,...." He started to speak but that was all he managed to utter and she quickly covered his mouth with hers. As if on auto pilot, his arms reached around her huge frame and pulled her onto him. The frantic kissing continued unabated for some time. He gripped her head and held her in place while they tongue wrestled. Then, she broke it off and sat up. She crossed her arms and whipped the night gown off. She was instantly self-conscious of the fact that while her classmates in high school were developing the breasts and broad hips that precursored child bearing, Anna's breasts hardly made an appearance. They were now evident but only in the slightest way. Once again she threw herself onto Bill's chest. By now his erection was evident to both of them. With her left hand she reached down and took hold.

"Anna, are you sure that....." was about all he could utter. He felt now that he was indeed being attacked by a ravenous woman.

"I lied, you're not safe!" she said with a broad smile on her face. 

"I feel like the luckiest prisoner in the world," he muttered as he grabbed her broad shoulders and with surprising strength, threw her on her back. 

Now he was the attacker. He continued to cover her face with kisses as he tweaked and pulled on her large nipples. Noisily, he sucked each one. Anna moaned in appreciation. In the past she had always been the one to do most of the work but now she was the object of her partner's passion and she reveled in it. Bill slid down her long legs until his face was at her crotch. No panties, no thong, nothing. The long, bushy hair on her pubis excited him even more. He parted the forest with his hands and pressed his tongue to her slit. His own libido was now in full force as he attacked her clit, her outer lips. He then trailed kisses along the huge inner thighs of her legs. This really got to Anna. She cried out and raised her knees, offering him more room to maneuver. Even the spot between her cunt and her ass was now exposed and he thrust his tongue at it again and again. He returned to her clit and sucked it into his mouth. Then it happened, her first orgasm not self induced. Her huge legs suddenly grasped his head in a grip that he thought for a moment might crush his head like a walnut. Her keening continued for some time as her entire body trembled. Bill was motionless, trapped in this lovely vice of bone and flesh. His erection seeped into the sheets as he waited for his chance to crawl up on her and complete this sex act that both of them subconsciously craved.

As he moved up her long frame Bill pressed his cheek against hers and felt the dampness of fresh tears. She was crying.

"Anna, he whispered, are you......?"

"Do it, Bill. Come inside me now!"

He did not hesitate but fumbled with one hand, supporting himself with the other and pushed his erection into her. Those long legs immediately locked over his back as he began the rhythmic thrusting. Soon the slapping of their pelvises brought grunts and moans from both of them. Their differences in age and appearance now meant nothing to either one. All of their senses were concentrated on the act itself. Bill was coming closer to his climax. As for Anna, the thought of his ejaculating inside her never elicited any thoughts of caution. She, like Bill, was totally caught up in this primordial coupling common to every mammal since time began. His release came suddenly. He gripped her shoulders tightly and pressed his forehead into her chest. They lay still linked together and breathing heavily.

"My God, Anna, that was wonderful. It's been so long since I've had such a strong....."

His voiced trailed off as he disengaged and rolled over. She immediately turned to him and laid her head on his chest. 

"I didn't mean to start crying but I felt so good inside, I couldn't help it. Thank you Bill for being such a good person, good cook and good lover. I hope you don't think I'm some kind of slut or...."

He immediately turned and kissed her hard.

"No, Anna, you are beautiful to me. This has been a wonderful evening for me and I hope it is the start of many more."

She smiled and closed her eyes. With her hair under his chin he softly rubbed her back as she continued to lie on top of him. Once again her hand wandered down his abdomen until she found his cock. Still damp from their fucking, she fondled it gently. Her long fingers cupped his balls. It began to rise once more as she stroked it. She made up her mind then and there that she would try once more to do something that in the past had repulsed her. She took his cock in her mouth, tasting the tangy mixture of their union.


Somewhere In Between



My name is James and I have been married to my wife, Cali for twelve years. All of those years we were very happy and we enjoyed being with one another. We liked the same types of movies and had lots of friends with whom we socialized. We didn't enjoy the same sports, but that was all right too. She loved baseball; I was into football.

We had parties with our friends. We had them over for dinner and played cards every couple of weeks. We even went on vacations with our closest friends.

I was a good provider; had a very prestigious job and we lived comfortably. We had never had children. But our love seemed to transcend that problem.

About two months ago, we started having problems in our marriage. We argued often and one or both of us would end up yelling or crying. It was really uncomfortable. We were starting to hate being together.

I wanted more from her in the way of asking for what she wanted and being assertive for herself.

She got angry every time I suggested that we change something we had been doing for so long that it was more mechanical than loving.

I wanted to try new positions; she wanted to be led and not really take any initiative in changing our love life. It wasn't that I didn't love her. She was and still is the reason I wake up every morning. 

I just felt I needed a more aggressive partner. Someone who would take the lead now and then; I wanted her to be able to tell me what she wanted. I also wanted to try some new things. 

The word rut was not sufficient enough to describe the state of our relationship. Crevice would have been a more appropriate word. 

The missionary position was so boring and she never asked for sex. But she always gave into me when I asked. However, she refused to get on top or let me fuck her tight ass. I tried a few new things, gentler thing but they just turned her off. Even new positions upset her. "Where did you learn that?" she would ask, repulsed.

I told her, "I saw them in a men's magazine." 

She asked, "Why are you reading those?"

Then we would argue and she would cry. So I finally just stopped trying to make things better and buried my life in my job.

Cali wanted me to be more understanding. I just couldn't do that. I was getting more frustrated by the day. I masturbated every night in the shower before going to bed and then I'd get just hard enough to push it into her slightly lubricated cunt.

Before we got these problems worked out, I was sent out of town for several weeks. I called Cali in the evenings, occasionally, but not with any real consistency. And I felt like a chasm had formed between us.

When I thought I would be going home, I received a call from my office and was informed that I would be needed in another area and that I would be gone for at least another six weeks. I called to tell Cali and apologized, for not being there to support her. I don't think she thought I was real sincere. 

I felt relieved that I was going to be detained. As time went on, my calls to her became less and less often. 

One night, I felt like I just needed to get out of my room. There was a small bar down the street from my hotel and I stopped in for a drink. I sat at the bar and the bartender feed me drinks while I complained about my life. 

He plied me with alcohol and his words were encouraging and soothing. Just before I was ready to stumble back to my dismal hotel room, a beautiful young lady approached me. 

She sat beside me on a barstool. Her eyes were emerald and her lips ruby. Her smile was bright and diamonds sparkled in those green eyes when she laughed. 

I hadn't heard such an angelic sound in years. She seemed so enthralled with me and I was really turned on by her. I invited her back to my hotel room. 

She feigned shyness but took my arm and I led her to my bed. 

She took over once we were in the bed. She told me what to do and how to do it. She directed all of my moves. And if I didn't follow her instructions she slapped my ass. 

A bit shocked, I realized that I enjoyed her aggressiveness in the bed. Cali had always been the passive one. She never asked for what she wanted. So I had to just guess.

Monica, on the other hand, knew exactly what she liked and she demanded that I give it to her. She really excited me and I discovered that I could fuck much longer than I had ever fucked my wife, Cali.

In the middle of this exciting adventure, my phone rang. I was reluctant to answer it. I didn't want to interrupt the rapture that exhilarated me. 

Monica rolled off me and looked at me with stern eyes. I answered the phone.

"Hello?" I answered a bit gruffly. 

"Hi Babe! I haven't heard from you in a few days. I was worried that there might be something wrong." Cali's voice broke the passion.

"I'm sorry, I've been rather busy with all this new stuff they have me doing. I come here exhausted every night and just take as shower and fall into bed. 'Don't even watch any TV, I'm so tired." I explained feebly.

"Well, I wish you would just call from time to time so I know you're alive. I worry about you so far away," she seemed to whine.

"I'll try honey, but I can't make any promises," I was getting aggravated. All I wanted to do right now was suck Monica's tits and lick her clit. 

Monica smiled and rubbed her clit, trying to tease me as I talked to Cali. My dick started aching for her. 

"Look, honey, I was in the middle of a report when you called, and I really need to finish it before I forget what I was saying. I'll call again soon," I promised and hung up the phone before she could say good-bye. 

Monica smiled a devilish grin and grabbed my dick to make it hard again. She stoked it slowly at first. Then when the pre-cum made it to the surface she covered the head with her warm lips.

I caught my breath and pressed my hand on the back of her head. She pushed me off her. She continued to suck my cock but I could not hold back any longer. I exploded into her hungry orifice.

She sat up, a strange look on her face, and her cheeks were full of my seed. She spat the sticky fluids into my smirk.

Shocked, I didn't know what to do. I had never been with such an aggressive woman. But it intrigued me so much, I wanted more.

"Come here, baby, I want to fuck you crazy!" I commanded.

"What makes you think that's what I want?" she demanded.

"Well," I hesitated then tried to proceed, "You just gave me the greatest blow job I've had in many a year. I just want to give you as much pleasure as you just gave me." I explained.

"Okay, baby, tongue fuck me... and don't forget my clit!"

My dick stood at attention. She excited me so much that it tried to grow bigger than it was use to. I actually felt a pain of desire.

I opened my mouth and I slipped my tongue into her wetness. I loved the musky smell of her and I wanted to bury my face in her cunt.

Monica's hips rose to meet my tongue and she gyrated her hips so that my tongue would find all of the places she wanted stimulated.

Her fingers pushed her clit over my nose and she moved side to side to stimulate it as my tongue fucked her.

My dick grew hard again and I couldn't control my excitement. I spilled my seed all over the sheets.

Monica smacked my face! I was shocked. And it made me hard again. 

"Oh yeah baby! I love when you take control like that. My wife would never show me what she wants. Let alone ask for it or get mad if she didn't get it. You make me so horny. I can keep an erection all night with you!" I cried.

Monica laughed and told me to turn over on my stomach. 

Following her instructions, I did as she commanded. 

She rolled off the bed and went to her purse. She took something out but hid it from me. She came to back to the bed and her smooth hand made circles on my bare ass.

"Pretty white ass you have baby. But I like red."

"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" The paddle cracked against my bare skin.

I bit my lip not to cry out. My prick became hard again. "DAMN Bitch!" I cried.

"You don't like to be spanked?" she asked.

"Oh no, its exhilarating. I just wasn't expecting it. I've never had a woman spank me." I confessed,

"How long you been here?" Monica asked.

"Six weeks now. But I don't know how much longer I'm going to be here." I told her.

"Well, as long as you're here, you can be my man; and I teach you how to please your woman. You can do that?" she asked.

"Hell yeah, I like that a lot!" I told her. "I'm ready for an adventure that makes me a better lover!"

"Good, tomorrow you move in with me," she instructed. "You will not call your wife when I am around. And if you call her it will be from a pay phone," Monica directed.

I agreed to her directions and the next day checked out of the hotel. I would call Cali in a few days and tell her that I will not be able to call for a while.

**After a few days of playing around with Monica and getting to know her, I became very comfortable. I liked having an aggressive woman around who liked to take charge from time to time and who knew exactly what she wanted.

Monica liked to play a little rough sometimes. Paddles, Cat-o-Nine-tails; she loved toys. She also knew exactly how to ask for what she wanted. She knew how to bring me to my knees and keep me in my place.

Cali was very independent. She had never really needed a man. She just wanted one to support her. She was in love with the idea of marriage. She didn't seem too concerned when I called her and told her I would not be calling her for a few days.

"That's okay, I've been pretty busy lately. I had some friends over the other night and we had a good time. I miss you, but I'm doing okay. Seems my friends feel that they can keep me company while you're away."

"I'm glad to hear that. I'm just not sure how long this is all going to take. Seems every time I turn around they're sending me someplace else. It could take months." I told Cali a half-truth.

"That's okay, take your time, you know I love you," she said sweetly.

I was hanging up the phone when Monica entered.

"Whom were you talking to on the phone?" she inquired.

"It was my wife; I had to let her know it would be a while before I would call her again." I explained.

"You are a bad boy! What am I going to do with you?" Monica cried.

"I'm sorry, baby. You knew I was married when you asked me to move here!" I tried to explain.

"I don't give a fuck if you're married. I just want you to learn that you are living under my roof and you will do as I say!" Monica exploded.

"Okay, let's not loose it here. What is it you want? I'll do anything you want baby," I pleaded.

"Oh, yes, yes you will," she agreed. Now come here and please me!" she spread her legs apart and I could see her mound glistening there before me.

"Mama's pussy needs to be licked deep inside. Mama wants you to suck out all that stuff in there." She pouted.

"Mmmmm, baby, let me at it. I love the taste of your pussy!" I whispered as I crawled between her legs into her wet twat. 

My nose smelled the musky scent and my dick got hard again. I seemed to always be hard when she was around. She didn't have to show me her stuff... I just had to know it was there.

I opened my mouth wide and licked into the liquid hidden in that valley. It was sweet and salty. I licked deep. I sucked her hard clit and my fingers pushed in and out of her ass as she moaned with pleasure.

"That's it my good boy, clean momma up, then she'll let you make her dirty again!" Monica whispered as her hands pushed my face deeper into her wetness.

One afternoon I returned to the apartment and Monica was gone. She had to this point always been home when I arrived. No note, just gone.

I went down to the pay phone on the street and decided to call Cali. It had been about a month since I had talked to her. 

After three rings it was answered by a male voice. 

"Hello?" he said.

"Is Cali there?" I asked.

"Nah, man! Wanna leave a message? She went to the grocery," he asked.

"Who is this? I asked.

"Ethan," he said, "And who's this?"

"I'm James, her husband!"

"Sorry man, like I said, she's gone to the store; I'll tell her you called." He hung up the phone.

I was furious! How dare she cheat on me! Then I remembered I was also cheating on her. She hadn't asked to be left alone for three months. She'd probably never take me back either. 

When Monica came home, she instructed me to clean the house because there were some friends coming over for dinner. 

"I got you something to help you through the night," she said.

I became anxious, "Really? Something I'll like I hope?" 

"Maybe not at first, but you'll get use to it," she was vague. "Come, let's take a shower together and afterwards, I'll give you your gift."

She ran hot water and I stepped in after her. The water splashed on my face and Monica wrapped her fingers around my hard prick. She squeezed hard deflating my erection.

"Bad boy! I don't want to fuck you tonight. I want you to be my guardian tonight. I want you to see how I like it. And if I need you, I want you to take over."

"Anything for you baby!" I kissed her neck and pulled her hips close to me.

Monica pushed away. "I said I don't want to play with you tonight and if you don't be good, you'll get your present earlier than I planed," she scolded me.

We stepped out of the shower and I dried her off as she always expected me to do. Then she sat on the toilet cover and pulled me close to her by my balls.

"Damn! That hurts!" I protested.

"Poor baby! She laughed. "Get use to it."

She reached beside the toilet and came up with a box. It read "CB-3000."

I remembered seeing that somewhere but couldn't remember right away. Then she opened the box and what she brought out looked like a torture device. It had a clear piece of plastic that would cover my penis with a cuff ring and lock that wrapped around my shaft.

"Wait, wait! What the Hell are you doing!" I demanded.

"Why honey baby, I'm just preparing you to play tonight. Don't want you to get too excited, you know. Have to keep you under control." She explained soothingly.

"Why do I have to be chastised?" I complained.

"Well, sweetheart; I'm not going to fuck you tonight and I want you to stay calm. So I'm putting you into this so that you don't get too excited. You just can't give me what these men can give me baby. But you can watch and learn."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I protested; "Give me that key!"

"Hell no! By now you should know whose the boss around here. Now get dressed and help me find something that will drive you crazy for the next half hour." She walked into the bedroom and lay on the bed. 

She spread her legs. "Come lick me baby, show me you still love me."

I licked my lips and felt the weight of the chastity she had placed me in. I crawled between her legs and lapped at her musty cunt. My bishop pushed against the restraints and then deflated.

"Good boy, you're a fast learner. That's how I want you all night. Then, if you're really good, I might let you clean up." She whispered.

"Go find me a dress you love me in!"

I got her a dress and she made me dress her. She made me brush her long, silky hair, spray her derriere with her favorite fragrance, and then she slapped my ass and told me I could not touch her the entire night unless she gave me permission.

She checked the security of my CB-30000 and made me put on a pair of boxers; she would not allow me a shirt.

At six o'clock, the doorbell rang. "Answer that," Mistress commanded. "And you get my guests drinks as they arrive. The bar is open so you will have no problems finding what they desire."

Embarrassed, I followed her orders and opened the door. Before me stood two young men, both taller than me and from the tightness of their jeans also better endowed than I, as well.

"Where's you're mistress, boy?" one asked.

"She's in the bedroom," I replied.

"What was it you just said, boy?" the man asked.

I started to reply with the same answer, but then I realized that I had better watch what I said. 

"I'm sorry, Master; my Mistress is just finishing up and she will join you immediately. Won't you have a seat?" I groveled and invited them into the living room.

"Would you like a drink while you're waiting Master?"

"Scotch rocks!" he said as he turned his nose at me.

"Yes Master and I scurried to the bar and made his drink.

The second man wanted Gin. 

I put the drinks together and served them on a silver platter.

Within minutes, Monica came out and was stunning in her see through blue silk dress. The deep slash of the bodice showed her beautiful milky breast and the dark circles of her nipples made both men show their appreciation in their crouch.

"Hello Kenny, I'm so glad you could make it. And I see that you're glad that you did." She walked up and kissed him. Her lips were full and red and left a stain on his mouth.

"Chuck, I like your new suit. You didn't have to dress so elegantly though," she also kissed him.

As I watched, both men's hands found their way to Monica's voluptuous breast and hips. Each of them pulled her close, their stiff dicks showing their appreciation of her body.

"Have you met my boy, James?" she cooed as she turned and pointed at me. They never took their eyes off her.

"Yeah, let's go get started!" the one named Kenny responded.

"Good idea. James, go prepare the bed." Monica directed me.

I ran into the bedroom and turned down the bed. I fluffed the pillows and then returned to announce that the room was ready.

"You stay here for now James, I'll call you when I'm ready," she instructed.

"Yes, Mistress, as you wish." I bowed to her as she passed and patted my head. Once they entered the bedroom, I sat on the couch looked at my caged, throbbing prick. I wondered how I had ended up out here and was no longer allowed in her bed.

I sat on the sofa; my cock pressing against its new restraints was painful. I wanted to be the one in there fucking Monica. Thoughts of why had she decided that I wasn't good enough to please her kept running through my mind. But those thoughts couldn't stop my dick from trying to reach hardness.

I wanted to talk to Cali. I wanted to tell her what had been going on and why I was avoiding coming home. But I knew she wouldn't understand. Besides, Mistress Monica would punish me more if I called Cali.

And it seemed that Cali had a friend to play with anyway. Why would she break her vow to always love me? Why would she give up on what we had shared for so many years?

My musings were interrupted by the words; "James, come here now!" The call from the bedroom was one of desperation. It took my mind off of those awful thoughts out of my head. 

I jumped up, zipped up my shorts and ran into the room.

Mistress Monica was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide apart. Kenny had his dick in her mouth. 

Chuck was knelling beside her. He was stroking his prick; his balls had pulled tight to his body. He was about to spill his cum over her breast.

My choad pressed against my chastity device. Seeing her that way made me crazy. I wanted to fuck her or pull on my on rod. I could do neither.

"Yes, Mistress, how may I assist you?" 

"James, lick my pussy clean then suck my clit. I wanna be fucked again, but can't until you've gotten out the last deposit. Lick it up baby." She directed me.

This wasn't what I had bargained for but in a strange way it really turned me on. I loved the way she made me do things I would never have done before. 

I crawled onto the bed and between her legs. I took my fingers and spread the hairy lips of her cunt and stuck my tongue deep into the hole. 

It tasted salty cum and the musk of her sex drove me mad. I buried my face in her wetness and my tongue darted deep inside her searching for the salty sticky cum left by her lovers. My nose devoured the mixture of scents and my heart raced as my prick tried to expand.




Somewhere In Between



I licked as deeply as my tongue would allow and pushed my face deeper into the wetness. My dick pressed harder against the restraint. Monica moaned with pleasure as my tongue dove deep into the mixture of juices there. 

Her hands on the back of my head, forcing me deeper into her liquid cunt made my heart race and stirred the fluids in my groin. I just knew I was about to cum.

Then a foot pressed against my shoulder and I was pushed away from the fountain of her desires.

Chuck wanted to fill that sweet slit with his pungent seed. I could smell the musk of her sex reaching for his manhood. 

"Yeah, fuck it good baby! Make me feel like a real woman and show that sissy there what a real woman wants." Then she took her foot and pushed me off the bed.

I heard the laughter as I left the room on my knees. I looked at my watch; the calendar indicated that it had been four months since I had seen my Cali. 

Why have I stayed away so long? Did I get in so deep that I could never go back to the woman I had loved for so long?

Sitting on the floor in the hallway, I could here the moaning and cries from the bedroom. My dick stained against the device and my heart hurt for Cali. 

I wanted to go back to the life I thought I didn't want. I wanted to go back to the same loving wife I had married. She could remain passive. I was comfortable with that. I loved her. I knew that now.

I lie on the thick piled rug and fell asleep. Then was awakened by feet kicking me. 

"Get up now and go tend to your Mistress, little one!" One of her lovers was saying.

I pulled myself up to my knees and then to my feet. My head hurt. "James! If I have to call you one more time, you will not only have your dick chaste, you'll also be put in a box!" came her cries.

After the men left, Monica had me clean out every orifice she had. It was strangely arousing. Then she released my caged dick and let me fuck her. 

It didn't take long for me to blow my load and the release caused my body to convulse with pleasure and left an emptiness in my being.

"That's the last time you get to fuck me little boy. You're nothing compared to those guys I had tonight. You're only good for cleanup. And that's what you will do from now on!" Monica informed me.

The next morning I left for work. Along the way I stopped at a pay phone and called Cali. This time she answered.

"Cali, I'm so glad to hear your voice. Last time I called, that guy, Ethan answered the phone. Are you seeing him now?" I asked.

She paused and I heard her take a breath. Then the dreaded words echoed in my ears. 

"Yes, James, you've been gone for a long time. I thought you didn't love me anymore. I believed you had abandoned me. I've been with Ethan for two months now. I like being with him. He cares about me. You haven't even called!"

"I know and I'm sorry. I would like to come home and make it up to you. Please, let me come home," I pleaded.

"I love you James, but you have hurt me badly. I have someone now who wants to be with me. I know we had problems but we were always able to work them out until this trip. I need to know that you really love me before I can let you come back home now." She sounded determined.

"Please give me the chance to prove my love for you Cali!" I pleaded. "If I do not meet your expectations tell me and I will leave. But please give me a chance to prove my love to you. Let me try to make it right again."

There was silence. I thought she had hung up. Then I heard her breathe. 

"Okay, but I will not give up Ethan until I know you will stay with me and love me," she informed me.

"I understand, just give me a chance!" I agreed.

I packed my stuff while Monica was gone. I didn't leave her a note. I didn't call to say goodbye. I pried open her nightstand drawer and stole the key to my chastity device then I just left.

I flew home and Cali met me at the airport. I was so glad to see her that I almost got an erection. I had forgotten how beautiful she was. Tears came to my eyes. She cried too.

We drove home in silence. It was uncomfortable but I guess she had to think. 

Once we were in the house she turned to me. "James, I want you to know that I have changed since you've been gone. I'm no longer the meek little woman I was before you left. I have learned that I have some say in our relationship and I will tell you that I like it that way."

My mouth dropped open. I heard Monica in Cali's words. I had enjoyed Monica's dominance of me but wasn't so sure I wanted Cali to treat me that way. 

"And James, I've grown close to Ethan. I love him, too. I won't let him go. I would love for you to watch him make love to me. He is so passionate. He enjoys my body and I enjoy his. It's like when you and I were first married."

I was shocked. I didn't know what to say. 

Then the words blurted out of my mouth, "Okay, I guess I'll try to live like that. I don't want to lose you. I know now that I love you more than I ever knew."

"What happened James? Why did you stay away for so long? Why did you wait so long to call me? I need to know those answers.

Once we entered our home, I dropped my pants and revealed the chastity device. I held out the key, that I had taken from Monica's nightstand drawer.

Cali took it then said, "Hmmm, I like you that way. Maybe I'll have Ethan over tonight and you can watch with your cock shackled. That'll keep you under control. Then tomorrow night, I will see if I want to fuck you or not."

"Wow, you have changed!" I whispered audibly, shocked.

"Well, I was no longer under your 'manly thumb,' she smiled. "And if you don't like me this way... well you can just go back to where you came from."

"Its up to you. Take it or leave it. I don't really care anymore." She smiled.

Again I was shocked at her reaction to me. She seemed indifferent. She seemed to not care if I was there or not. My timid wife had grown balls while I was gone.

"I like you this way. I guess maybe I lost some respect for you when I started acting like I ruled the world and you just accepted it. I like this new you. I'll be your boy if you want me to." I smiled back.

"Good, because I'm not about to go back to being your submissive maid. You see, I've learned that I have the right to choose and I choose to be in control of my wants and needs. If you don't like it; well then you can leave."

"Oh, I think I'll like it," I assured her.

"Don't be so sure!" she smiled devilishly.

I swallowed and licked my lips. "What do you mean by that? Are you going to let your lovers use me as their bitch?"

"Maybe, if I'm in the mood to see you butt fucked or sucking a long rod," she winked and laughed out loud.

I had never heard her use that kind of language in all the years we've been married. It excited me and scared me at the same time.

"And by the way, Ethan will be here for dinner tonight. I expect you to treat him with the utmost respect and when he takes me to our bed, you will either stay in the living room or the spare bedroom! I'm not ready to fuck you right now!"

My dick flinched behind its shield. My heart hurt. What had become of the woman I had married? This woman was so much stronger than she, more determined and self-assured.

Walking into the house, I felt like a stranger. The furniture had been rearranged, and most of it was new, more modern than what we had lived with. Bright, vivid colors made the room feel larger. 

And there were toys, sex toys on the couch. I tried not to pay too much attention to this, but my dick was pressing against my restraints and my heart was beating wildly. I wanted to fuck my wife!

Cali stopped in the middle of the living room. "I think you need to go start dinner. I have guests coming. But first go wash that stink off of you. You smell like that other woman! I won't have that smell in MY house!"

I stood there dumbfounded! I didn't know this woman, my wife.

"What are you doing? Didn't I just give you instructions? Why are you not moving?" she asked very loudly.

I shook my head and came back to the present. "I'm sorry, I just am a little confused as to how things got this turned around," I answered while I fumbled with my pants.

I released the zipper and let them fall to the floor. I stood there, naked from the waist down with only my CB3000 on.

Cali smiled, and then she laughed out loud. 

I was embarrassed. I held out my hand and opened my fist. The key lay in my palm.

Cali took it. Should I release you or keep you that way for the evening, I wonder?"

"Please, I know you are disappointed in me and the way I have acted, but I have been in this thing for a long time. I need to have a release! Please don't make me stay this way much longer!" I pleaded.

"But I like you that way and now I have the key!"

The doorbell rang. I tried to pull up my pants but was having trouble. 

"Come in!" Cali called.

The door opened and I turned to see whom she had invited in without even asking who it was. 

He was taller than I, and much better looking. He walked up to my wife and kissed her hard as if I wasn't standing there with my pants around my ankles. "Ethan, you're early, darling!" Cali smiled and it looked like her nipples became hard.

"I thought I'd help you cook dinner, but it looks like you have a little one to help you tonight!" he laughed.

I was becoming angry. But that didn't help the situation. I was, after all standing there with my pants around my ankles and my prick locked in polycarbonate to keep me from getting hard.

"Eric, this is my husband, James. He's just returned home after more than six months."

Oh yeah, I remember talking to him on the phone. Welcome back man!" he laughed.

He turned to Cali, "It didn't take you long to get him under control! I'm impressed!" he laughed.

"Actually, honey, he came home this way. And then he handed me the key!" she laughed.

He looked at me like I was really stupid and that's how I felt. 

Then he took the key from Cali and walked up to me, took the lock in his fingers and clicked it open. 

I let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, man!"

"Buddy, you're just a fool! How could you leave this beautiful woman like that?" Ethan asked.

"I went crazy, man, I didn't do it on purpose."

"Well, now you are going to have to share her. Because she belongs to me and two other guys now."

"Yes, Sir, I understand. I will serve both of you as you wish. I have been here before. But at least I'm serving a woman I love this time." I explained.

"Good, so go cook dinner!" Cali demanded as she took Ethan's hand and headed toward our bedroom.

Dejected and happy at the same time, I went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. 

An hour later, Ethan came out and said that I was needed in the bedroom.

Excited, I ran in to my wife and she lay there on the bed; disheveled and her legs spread wide. I could see the thick cum oozing out of her slit. 

My now free cock twitched and I wanted to ram it into here pussy and then suck my own seed out of her. 

But I took a deep breath and crawled onto the bed. I moved as close to her as I could and started stroking myself to get it hard.

"You're not going to fuck me! Not tonight and maybe not ever again!" she said with defiance that I had never heard from her. "All I want from you right now is your tongue to scoop out that sweet, sticky cum from my REAL man! Now do it right little boy!" 

Shocked, I did as I was told. I kept telling myself, this is my wife. But it soon became apparent that she didn't see me that way anymore.

I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. Then I spread open those full pussy lips and found her erect clit. I ran my tongue over it and she pressed my face deeper into her liquid joy.

Cali's hips lifted off of the cotton sheets and her musky, cum soaked pussy covered my nose. I opened my mouth and my tongue probed her cunt, as my cock grew harder.

Lapping up Ethan's juices made me excited and I never enjoyed Monica's pussy as much as I was enjoying my wife's. 

The scents were stronger and the contours more familiar. I buried my face and nose as deeply as I could. My tongue lapping at the spoils left behind by Ethan. 

Moans seeped out of my mouth as I lapped at her like a thirsty dog would water. Then I ground my face in her fluids, making sure they covered my mask.

I spilled my own seed on the sheets but didn't care. I hoped she would punish me for soiling her bed.

As I licked Ethan out of my wife's cunt I whimpered with delight. My wife was now my Mistress and I wanted no more from her. I wanted only to serve her and know that my service made her happy.

Cali let me lick and suck her for a long time. My prick rose and fell many times before she took her foot and pushed me away from her.

"Stop! You've gotten all you're going to get from me tonight. You're lucky I allowed you to clean a real man's seed from my pussy!"

She rolled off the bed. "Change the sheets and take a bath, you stink!" She directed me as she joined Ethan for dinner.

After I had cleaned up there mess, I went to eat dinner with them. But they had already finished and were fucking on the living room floor.

I wondered what had changed my beautiful wife into a slut. But that didn't really matter. I loved what she had become and I wanted to watch her fuck other men for as long as she would allow me. 

After Ethan left, way past dawn, we talked about what we wanted in our lives. She told me that she would not be faithful to me any more. She said that I had lost that privilege when I had abandoned her.

"I know, and I understand. I will be glad to be you cuck. I will suck out all cum that your lovers can deposit, gladly. I just want to love you and have you be pleased in ways that I can and could never provide. Please let me serve you!" I pleaded.

We talked the rest of the night and she agreed to let me be her cuck and serve her the way I should have from the beginning.

Why don't we invite some people and celebrate our new lifestyle. You can use me anyway you wish. You can even share me with your Men if you like," I assured Cali.

"I like you this way," Cali said. "I enjoy being in control. That's something you never believed I could be. Well now you know!" 

"I love you Cali, I always have. I don't know what overtook me when I went on that last job, but I will never leave you like that again. I will worship you and do your bidding for as long as you will allow me." I pledged my love to her.

The next few days we talked a lot and got reacquainted. My wife was a person I had never known. She was bold and outgoing and I had smothered her from the beginning because of my own shortcomings. 

About six weeks after I returned home, Cali told me about the other women she had met and who had helped her along her road to cuckoldom. "I've invited them over to meet you. I hope you don't mind!" She smiled mischievously.

"I'd love to meet them," I replied. 

The following night as I stepped out of the shower, the eyes of four women I had never seen before greeted me.

I quickly wrapped my towel around my nakedness. One of them, just as quickly, snatched it off of me. Then Cali walked in.

"James, these are my friends. They wanted to meet the man who helped turn me into the woman I am today."

"Hello Ladies!" I smiled.

The first one to speak was Lydia. She was a large, tall blonde whose breast hit my face as she squeezed my prick tight in her hand. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

"So you're the wimpy husband who just couldn't keep his little thing in his pants!" She said.

Looking up, I replied, "Yes, Ma'am!"

She squeezed tighter and I bit the inside of my lip to keep from crying out.

Michelle was next. She was a flashing redhead with emerald green eyes that could mesmerize any man. And I was sure that she had many admires. She was gentler than Lydia. She ran her long fingernails from my knee to my groin. Then she squeezed my gonads.

"A virile cuck, we have to fix this!" Cali held up my cage and smiled. 

Michelle took it and before I realized it, I was shackled once again.

Then it was Liza. She was a smaller woman, about five-foot tall, I would guess. She had a beautiful smile and nice breasts; I wanted to squeeze them. But instead she squeezed mine. "We should pierce these," she suggested.

I winced at the thought of a needle piercing my nipples. My dick shriveled.

And finally, Jessica, a perky smile adorned her gentle face, but a nasty disposition set her aside from the others. Her nails dug into my skin as she pushed my shoulders making me kneel before her. 

She pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wide. Her unshaven, furry pussy was at my nose. "Suck my clit, boy!" she demanded.

First looking to Cali for instruction and then shocked at her direction, I stuck my tongue in the hair and found the little clit standing erect. I stuck a finger in her cunt and it was wet.

Her hand grabbed my head and held it tight. Her hips moved in and out on my face. Her breathing became heavy and her weight bore down on me as her legs began to give way.

She pulled me down on top of her as she fell to the porcelain floor.

On my knees over her, the other three surrounded me. One behind me rammed a dildo up my ass. It burned as it was forced deep inside of me. Jessica held me tight against the back of my head so that I couldn't break free.

I searched for Cali but she was nowhere to be seen. I guessed that she had gone out because she really didn't want to see me attacked by these women. Later I found out that Ethan had come over for a fuck.

When the women finished humiliating me, I was led into the bedroom to clean up the mess.

The women were talking while I licked and sucked my wife. Ethan had gone back to work; his lunch hour was over. 

Someone suggested that we have a party to celebrate my homecoming and my becoming a cuck.

"That's a fantastic idea!" Liza said. "We can dress him up in some real cucky shorts and a flap in the back just in case."

"That sounds like a great idea. You can be the guy's bitch at the party and they can but fuck you for my enjoyment," Cali agreed. "I like this already!" 

"You can watch while big cocks attack my delicate flower. Then you can lick out their seed and hope I don't give them a child. I don't keep the same friends anymore. I didn't fit in their tight little world. "

"Some of your colleagues have helped me through the rough times though. They will enjoy seeing you in your rightful place."

"Really?" I was shocked at the way my wife had changed. "I'm so sorry that I abandoned you. But I will be your boy for the rest of my life. I will worship you and do all you want of me. Feel free to humiliate me and use me as you see fit. I promise to always be true to you."

Cali was self-assured and she had achieved Mistress stature while I played around. She didn't need me anymore. But I needed her. I would do anything she wanted me to do.

That night she used a cat-o-nine tails on me and it was such a pleasurable pain. I knew that this was what I wanted from her. We talked through the night and shared stories of our adventures while apart. I had no idea my wife was so vibrant. I loved this new woman I was getting to know.

However, I was a bit afraid about the party we were planning to celebrate our new lifestyle. It seems that Cali was more into it than I was aware. She had met several other Mistress' and gotten lots of tips. 

She also had two lovers or Bulls that serviced her a couple of times a week. I was to be her cuck and clean up after them. I knew about Ethan but there was also some guy named Philip. I was to meet him at the party as well. 

I also learned that Cali had flirted and played with a couple of my co-workers; who had evidently consoled her in the early stages of my disappearance. There were two that she had told me about.




Somewhere In Between



Hearing my wife talk about the men she had fucked in my absence, made me horny and before I knew it, I shot my wad on the bed. Cali pulled out the chastity device and placed it on me once again. 

Cali told me that from now on I would not be able to choose how I dressed or when I would wear the chastity. "And I will decide when you can touch yourself" she informed me. Those freedoms that I had enjoyed, when I first returned home, had made me want to masturbate constantly. I snuck into the bedroom and hid in the closet just to get the privacy to stretch my dick. 

I, of course, had to lick up what I got on my hands or Cali would have had a fit. She probably would have re-chastised me.

Oh, but that release was so fulfilling. My entire body shook for what felt like several minutes. I had to lie down, once the coast was clear, and take a nap.

Two days later Philip showed up. Cali was so excited. He was about five-feet ten inches tall. Fair skin with dark, curly hair, he had the kind smile that drives women wild.

Cali introduced me as her cuck husband. She didn't feel a need to give him my first name. 

"That's great, finally someone to clean us up. I like that. You'll do fine, man. You'll even like it," he assured me as he led Cali into the bedroom. 

I followed like a good cuck should according to Cali.

Philip sat on the side of the bed and opened his legs. His cock, probably nine or ten inches long, lay there limp. I watched him as he just sat there. Then he said, "Well little boy, aren't you gonna get me hard for your Mistress?"

"Yes, sir! Forgive me for being so slow," I groveled.

Crawling up to him I took his penis into my mouth without touching it with my hands. When I started sucking it, Philip placed his hands on the back of my head and guided me up and down his long, thick shaft.

Cali lay on the bed behind him and she was rubbing her clit as I sucked his dick. I guessed that seeing me submissive like that turned her on. She sat up next to him and kissed him hard on the mouth. From my vantage spot on the floor, I could see the glistening of her wet pussy.

It made me hard, but I had to conceal this information from both of them. Cali would have locked me up again. Philip probably would have slapped me around for getting aroused by my wife.

Finally, he had a stiff prick and he pushed me off him. Cali had straddled his legs and her cunt slid up and down on the choad he had just provided her.

She moaned and breathed heavily as Peter pleasured her. She cried out in sounds of rapture as he pumped his seed into her sweet pussy. 

I licked my lips as I watched this stranger fucking my wife. My own dick flailed back and forth in excitement as I watched. Somehow I had convinced myself that I would get to fornicate with my wife after he was finished with her.

Touching my wagging dick as I watched Philip screwing my beloved, I spewed cum all over my legs and the carpet. Quickly, I wiped off the sticky cum from my legs and hands with my tongue. 

But I didn't know what to do about my deposit on the carpet. I thought, well I'll just go get a towel and soak it up. But then I thought, 'what if they see me leave?'

I tried to blend it into the carpet with my toes. That just made it more visible. So I threw my underwear on top of the stain. 

Seconds later, Cali called to me to come clean her up. As I stood up, I noticed a drop of cum remained on the tip of my boner. I just knew I'd been caught.

"Yes, Mistress, how may I assist you, Ma'am?" I followed the script I knew I must.

James, it's time for you to clean Peter's dick. It got all sticky when he dipped it in my Venus pond. Look at all of my juices mixed with his on his staff. Clean them off James, Now!"

"Yes, Mistress, as you wish!" I replied and bent over this other man's dick and sucked it into my mouth. I tasted Cali on him and I tasted his slimy cum as well. And my prick got hard. 

While I sucked him off, Cali took a paddle and slapped my buttocks. It stung and excited me at the same time. I began enjoying the taste of her on Philip's dick just as he pushed me off.

Cali climbed back onto the bed and smiled at me. Her sapphire eyes smiled at me and her long auburn hair drove me wild. My dick stiffened.

She slapped my cock with her hand and demanded that I not let it get hard again as long as Philip was there.

"If you do, then you'll be locked up again! Do you understand, little boy?" Cali scolded me.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied with a bowed head.

Philip took his foot and knocked me off the bed. "Stay there until you can control your body little boy!"

I sat on the floor, next to the bed and watched as my wife went down on him. I was angry and embarrassed that I had been caught and that I couldn't touch my wife.

Two hours later, Philip could no longer keep it up. I thought, 'I wish I could go that long.'

After I cleaned him up, he rolled off the bed and went to take a shower. 

Cali rolled on to her back and spread her legs. She took two fingers and spread open her pussy lips. I saw the wetness of Peter's cum shining there and my dick wanted to rise again. 

Using all of my energy, I forced it back down. I crawled onto the bed with Cali's permission and dipped my tongue into those aromatic juices and a shiver ran through me.

I could barely catch my breath; I was so excited. Most of my strength went to keeping my dick soft. 

Cali's hips slid up and down as my tongue licked at the salty cum in her pussy. Her fingers forced me deeper and deeper into the juices there. I exploded on the sheets and prayed that she would forgive me.

When she decided that I had sufficiently cleaned her, she rolled off the bed and joined Philip in the shower. 

Left there in the aftermath of their coupling, I masturbated quickly and when my seed spewed all over the sheets, I licked them up along with some of Philip's and Cali's juices. 

Then I stripped the bed and took the sheets to wash. Pulling clean sheets out of the closet, I remade the bed before they finished their showers.

Peter patted me on the head as he exited the shower. "You did good little boy. I think Cali will enjoy having you to clean her up. And look at this, you even made the bed."

"Thank you, Master Philip," I groveled before him.

Cali stepped out of the shower and I ran to give her a towel. She patted me on the head and said, "Good boy James."

Wrapping the towel around her she went to the bedroom and began to dress. "James, please see Philip out."

"Yes Mama!" I replied excited to be done with him.

Philip patted me on the head as he left. "Glad you came home man; she missed you," he said and shook my hand.

The next day Cali started planning the party. She had lists of people that she wanted to invite. But she didn't want too many people there either. Definitely her fellow Dommes had to be there. Some of their Bulls and she just had to invite some of my co-workers; the ones she was cozy with.

Thinking of this embarrassed me. I could just imagine what the real thing would be like.

Cali took me shopping. She wanted me to be dressed like a "good cucky boy." She brought me some leather shorts and a mesh T-shirt. She added to this a leash, gold with black studs on the collar.

The shorts had a zipper in both the front and back. So that the Bulls could use me should they have a notion to. "You will be one of their favorite bitches I'm sure," Cali laughed.

It was the big night. I was nervous. Cali placed me in chastity and made sure I looked just he way she wanted. Then she put my leash on and led me to the party.

When I walked in, I was shocked at the number of people there. I had no idea how many friends she had been talking about before that moment.

The first to approach was a tall black man. He was actually very good looking. He kissed Cali and then yanked on my chain. "You got'ya a new cucky there Ms Cali?"

"Actually, Henry, this is my husband. He's just returned from a long trip. So now I have to train him." 

"Well, Ms Cali, I'd be glad to break him in for ya!" Henry smiled at me and grabbed his crouch.

A trickle of sweat ran down my brow. My dick shrunk to its smallest size. "Nice to meet you Master Henry!" I said after Cali introduced us. "I'd love to assist you as you please my Mistress, sir.

Cali had given me much more instruction than Monica had ever dreamed of. She was much more strict and malevolent than Monica too. She kept me in line at all times.

She handed my chain to Henry and said, "You want to yank him for a while?"

"Yes, Misses, I would love to yank him a while; should I also introduce him around?" 

"Please do, teach him a few things while you're at it." She turned and a grin crossed her face. I followed her glance and there was Jacob, a guy from my office. I could see his dick pushing against the fabric of his pants. I was red with anger but kept my mouth quiet for fear of Henry.

I tried to keep an eye on here and Jacob. The first thing he did was grab her tit and pull it out of her low cut dress. Then he sucked her nipple. Her hand slipped into his pants and I saw the fingers as they wrapped themselves around his large member.

Henry pulled on my chain and led me across the room where two guys were talking. 

"Hey Tony, Justin! You'll never guess who this is!" he said as we approached.

"You're right Henry, who is he?" One of them asked.

"This here's Lady Cali's husband. You know the one who disappeared?"

"Oh really, and she let you come back home? Aren't you a lucky limp dick!" 

"Good one Tony! We'll call him that the rest of the night," said the one who must have been Justin.

"Oh, look at this, a glory zipper in the back of his shorts! Let's go find a dark corner." Tony laughed and took my chain from Henry. 

He pulled me across the room laughing and when they found an area that was sparsely populated they gathered around me. Henry held me while one of the other two unzipped my ass.

Then Justin held my shoulders and head while one of the other two put some lube on my ass. Then Justin bent me in half and one of the two men stuck his prick into my butt.

It stung and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Whoever was butt fucking me was large. I guessed it was Henry.

While they were taking advantage of me from behind, Justin released his zipper and pulled out a good nine-inch cock and rubbed it across my lips. "Open up you pussy. I want you to suck a real man's cock!"

I tried to clinch my jaw and prevent him from forcing his choad into my mouth. But one of the others heard what was going on and helped pry my jaw open enough to slip in the pipe.

"Now be a good little by and swallow me!"

His pubic area smashed into my face as someone else's dick assaulted my ass. Both pricks were wide and long. Then one of them grabbed my balls and squeezed. "Come on baby, spill that useless seed all over the floor."

"Oh yeah, suck me good... I'm gonna cum in your mouth until it overflows and runs down your pretty new shirt. Mistress will surely punish you when you go home with a dirty shirt on."

It seemed that the two men spewed at the same time. My knees became weak and I slipped a little from the position I had been held in. I had cum running down my legs and on my chest.

I was defenseless. Then I heard Cali's voice. "There you are James, I see you've been getting to know some of my friends. I'm glad you're getting along so well.

She patted my bare but and stuck a finger into my sore ass. "You're a really good bitch, aren't you baby?"

"Yes, Mistress! I aim to please you always!" I whispered.

"Okay boy, thanks for taking care of my husband tonight. I think I'm going to get us a drink and then take him home. We've had a wonderful time tonight and we're glad all of you were here to welcome him back home." 

"Also I expect each and everyone of you to come over and please my Lady real soon," I said as politely as I could.

Cali drove home; I was in no condition to do so.

"Well, James you made friends easily. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes Mistress Cali, I did and I am glad that you brought me along to take care of your friends. I look forward to submitting to them time and time again.

"I'm glad you had a good time and I do hope you really liked my friends, because they will be around... often," Cali said as she scooted next to me in bed and grabbed my sore dick in her long fingers. She squeezed tightly and a drop of cum slipped out. 

"Guess I had better milk you tomorrow and put you back in chastity. Keep you a good boy that way, won't we?"

"Yes, Mistress, as you wish," I whispered as I slid my arm around her waist and cuddled close to her tush and my dick grew hard once again.

~ Lady Dora



Somewhere In  Between



Bill moaned in appreciation of the thrills that coursed through his frame. Anna took this as her cue and began to suck more of him into her mouth. On her knees now, she forcefully fellated him, using her hands to tease his scrotum and inner thighs. Bill hadn't come twice in one night since his college days but now he felt the old tingle once again. After a few minutes of this, Bill spoke, 

"Anna, I'm getting close again." 

Where in the past, she would have taken this as a sign to stop sucking and complete the act with her fist, she now continued her rapid pumping of his shaft, determined to give this gentle soul the one thing she had never given anyone else. His ejaculation came in a few weak spurts on her tongue. She gave his cock a few more kisses and then returned to his chest. Bill pulled Anna to his face and kissed her hard once more. 

"Anna, you are the best ever," he whispered.

The two strangers, now friends and lovers, lay together in the huge bed and as the wind and snow continued outside, they drifted off into a content and satiated sleep. This might have been the beginning of a long term love affair or maybe it was just one of those serendipitous moments in people's lives that occur when they least expect them. Or maybe it was something in between.