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Accidental Fantasy

By: fantac64



It had to be the freakiest of freak accidents. Both cars ran the red light, trying to beat the yellow and the came together right in front of me, sending both cars skidding towards mine. I slammed on my brakes and thankfully received just a mild bump as they came to a stop. 

People were running everywhere and it seemed like only seconds before the sirens could be heard in the distance. An officer had me move my car to the curb and I sat there, shaking, my head on the steering wheel. I wasn't hurt, just frightened and relieved that they missed me. 

Suddenly, a rather attractive man of about thirty-five or so appeared at my window and inquired as to my safety. I told him I wasn't hurt but he insisted on checking my pulse. As he held my wrist, a strange feeling, a warmth if you will, came over me. I can't explain it, I just had no fear or anything. It was as though I had known him all of my life. Obviously, my pulse was racing and he suggested that I needed to get out of the car and stretch so I could take a few deep breaths, which I did. It helped a lot. As I stood there, I noticed that he was staring at me. I'm certainly no beauty, but I'm happy with myself. I was grateful, though, that I wore my favorite outfit. Medium blue slacks and matching jacket top with a light blue blouse under it. With my auburn hair and brown eyes, I looked great.

When he offered to buy me some coffee while they cleared the wreckage and cleaned the street, I gladly accepted. The coffee shop was just a few yards from my car so I could watch it in case the police wanted it moved. I ordered a cappuccino while he just had regular coffee. He was good at getting me to talk about my family and I felt the stress leave my body. I told him of my ailing husband and his long recovery. I told him of the affect that his illness had on our daughter who was sixteen and had been putting on weight because she ate when she was worried. 

As we left the coffee shop, he walked to my car with me. He took my hand as I got in and smiled. "You're husband will be fine in about a month," he said. "He's a lot stronger now and you'll see a big difference in him when you get home."

"How could you possibly know that?" I asked. 

"I've had a lot of medical experience and I'm sure you'll find that I'm right. Talk to your daughter. She's only about fifteen pounds overweight. Tell her to eat one of these a day and to watch what she eats and she'll be lean and mean in about three months." He handed me a package of Mint-O-Licious butter mints, something she loves. "Only one a day," he said, "or it won't work." 

"I wish I could lose weight that easily," I remarked. 

He smiled at me and patted my hand. "I wouldn't worry about that," he said. "Besides, your clothes wouldn't fit and your pants would fall off." 

"I didn't mean instantly," I replied, "just easily."

"You'll be fine," he said, "it just takes a short time."

He walked away and disappeared in the crowd. A few minutes later, an officer came over to tell me that I could leave and just stop down at the police station at my convenience to make a statement. 

It was hot in the car and I slipped off my jacket before I pulled away from the curb. For one reason or other, I became aware of my blouse feeling like it belonged to someone else. I had never noticed how baggy the sleeves were on my arms and when I looked in the rear view mirror at a light, the whole blouse looked baggy and downright absurd. I felt ridiculous to say the least. 

When I arrived at the house, I put my car keys in my purse and suddenly found an envelope sticking up from the top of it. Puzzled, I opened it and found a short note. "Be careful when you get out of your car or you could be very embarrassed when your pants fall off." I laughed because I thought that he had just wanted to make me feel good. When I got out of the car, however, I had to grab at my belt because my pants fell down to my knees!

Holding them up, I ran into the house and ignored my husbands greeting as I ran into the bathroom. My God, I looked like I had lost thirty pounds. My bra and panties didn't fit and my slacks just fell off when I let go of them. I looked like I had when we got married twenty years ago. My daughter was at school so I did something quite bold, at least for me it was. I stripped everything off and walked into the den where my husband sat, reading. His face was a picture of pure lust. I hadn't seen that look in his eyes for years. I turned slowly so he could get a good look and went over to kiss him. His hands were all over me, and he pulled me down onto his lap. There was absolutely no doubt of the effect it had on him. I unzipped his slacks and pulled his cock free, stroking it slowly. I had to have him inside of me. I lifted myself up and eased myself down to onto his erect cock and we made slow and glorious love. It was the first time in months and he didn't last long but I loved every minute of it. I could satisfy myself later. He needed the reassurance at that point. 

"I had the strangest thing happen today," he said later, "I was sitting here and all of a sudden, I felt so great that I got up and took a few steps. In fact, I walked all the way out to the bathroom and back without my walker or anything. It felt great and I was hardly tired at all when I got back."

"Sheer coincidence?" I wondered. I told him that I had to take a shower and find something to wear as I got off his lap and headed for the bathroom to retrieve my clothes. As I started up the stairs, I looked over at him and saw a very satisfied look on his face. I could hardly wait to make love to him some more but I was concerned about his health. I didn't want to stress him too much. I showered quickly, then looked at my reflection in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. My breasts hadn't been that firm in at least fifteen years. In fact, they actually looked perkier than I had ever seen them. Curly brown hairs lay below my flat stomach and there wasn't a sign of cellulite on my thighs. There was a make up mirror on the vanity and I held it so that I could look at my ass. Hot damn, I looked good. I was getting turned on by my own body. 

I pulled the belt from my slacks and as I did, another envelope fell to the floor. I opened it up in sheer wonder at how he got the envelopes into my purse and now my slacks without me even knowing about it. I opened it and found another note similar to the first one. "I hope you forgive me," he wrote. "I have this fantasy about you and I together. You may want to be naked and lying on your bed when you read this. Just lie back and close your eyes and let your imagination take over."

I turned it over a couple of times, looking for something else but there was nothing. As I stood there however, a warm feeling moved over my body and I felt as though someone were touching my face. The longer I stood there, the more flushed I became and without giving it a thought, I stretched out on my bed and closed my eyes. 

Warm soft lips caressed my ears and forehead. Kisses were placed on my eyes, my nose and my cheeks before my lips were wrapped in heavenly kisses and a tongue probed between them. They were sucked gently into his as I felt his hands move over my body. He stroked my shoulders and arms before beginning to softly trace his fingers down over my chest. I opened my eyes but of course there was no one there in the room with me. I suppose that if I had kept them open, none of the rest would have happened. However, I didn't want it to stop so I closed my eyes once more. 

His touch was like a feather as he moved over my breasts and surrounded them with his big warm hands, lifting them, kneading them gently before taking my nipples into his fingers to press them and twist them. My breathing became labored and I moaned my appreciation as he pulled them out and pinched them. The he let them go and I felt his warm, moist lips surround one of them as he sucked it into his mouth and tongued around it. I was on fire but I didn't want it to end. He nibbled at them and kissed my breasts, taking little nips of flesh into his mouth and sucking on them.

As he continued kissing them, his fingers had begun probing into my navel and I pushed into them. No one had ever done that before and I never knew how erotic it could be. Then his hand moved downward and softly moved over my pubic hairs. I tensed and moaned in anticipation of what was to be and spread my legs to him. At the first caress over my labia, I pushed up with my hips. I was ready. I wanted to be entered but it was not to be. Not yet, at least. He passed over them several times and each time, I tried to get him to enter me but to no avail. He finally parted them and traced up and down, opening them to his touch as I mewled loudly and dug my hands into the bedding. Then it happened. His finger tip slowly entered into me and withdrew then re-entered before moving into my wet opening. A second joined the excursion and they moved deeper into me and began slowly stroking in and out while turning and twisting. I felt the orgasm building long before it hit me. Just I began to climax, he pinched down on my nipple with his free hand and I screamed into my pillow as I came harder than I ever remembered. 

Now he moved down to place his mouth over my clit and begin sucking it from it's hood. He rubbed it with his fingers then licked it with his tongue before once again sucking on it. All the while, his fingers remained inside of me, moving slowly in and out, and twisting, bending his fingers to touch new places. 

Suddenly, he removed them and moved to place his mouth over my entire vulva, moving his tongue over me in wide circles. Then he sucked me into his mouth. He milked my labia like a spring calf, pulling me into his mouth before releasing me. His fingers spread me open and his tongue attacked my clit and then moved into me. For what seemed like hours, he licked and sucked and nibbled at me until I threw my hips into the air and cried out in orgasmic bliss. 

After I came down, I felt him move closer and felt the tip of his penis moving over my labia. Then he began to enter me. There was no tentative moves, he was in me in three strokes. He had to be at least nine inches long and I cried out as he rammed it home, his balls slapping on my body. He began steady strokes and I thrust into him, stroke for stroke, driving into him, wanting more as he picked up speed. His thrusts became for forceful and at times painful. He had unbelievable stamina and I came twice more before he pushed deep into me and slammed it in several times. I felt him pulse within me and before long, he withdrew. I felt his lips on mine and he was gone. I lay there panting, spent completely. The bed was soaked through with our fluids and I toyed with my nipples as I came back to reality.

"Thanks," I said softly, "come back whenever you want."

I showered and found some clothes in the back of the closet that I had worn many years ago. They too were large on me but they didn't fall off. When I went down to fix dinner, my husband asked if I was all right and I said that of course I was. He said that he had heard me moaning and wanted to come up to check on me but couldn't. 

"I just dozed off and had a very vivid dream," I replied. "I'm sorry if I worried you. I guess I was more tired than I thought." 

I told him of my experiences in town, leaving out the part about my mysterious stranger and how he had given me my youthful figure once more. When my daughter came home, she was in a great mood. 

"I've decided that I'm going to lose weight," she said. "There's a new boy at school and he's real cute but he didn't give me a second look. It made me realize that I needed to get rid of some of this stuff." She poked her stomach as she spoke. 

"This is going to sound really stupid," I replied, "but a friend of mine gave me something for you and told me that you should take just one each day. He said that if you do that and watch what you eat, you'll lose all that weight in three months or less."

She looked at me for the first time and shook her head in disbelief. "Mom, you are a fox!" she cried. "What happened? I want some of what you took."

‘I didn't take anything, honey," I replied, "I had a bad scare and this is what happened, I guess."

"Someone scare me quick," she said, as she ran up the stairs.

"She has a basketball game tonight," I said. "Is there something that you'd like to do while she's gone?" 

Richard looked at me and grinned. "Several things," he said, "and I think that you'll like the way I've changed."

Accidental Fantasy



This was going to be a wonderful vacation. It had been years since I had actually taken time off from work to get away with my family, so I was going to enjoy every minute of it. And asking Becky and Walker and their kids to join us seemed so natural. We all had so much in common, even the kids. Our daughters were the same age and so were our sons, so they would have someone to keep them company and give us time to relax and enjoy the fun and sun of the beach. John and Walker would spend much time drinking beer and fishing and Becky and I planned to just relax and enjoy being "away'. The only flaw in the plan was that Becky and I ended up both having to work that Friday and the realtor was expecting us to arrive early Friday evening. We decided the guys(our husbands) and the kids would go ahead of us, taking the luggage and supplies, and she and I would ride down together after we got off work. Five o'clock that Friday afternoon couldn't come soon enough, but finally Becky and I were on our way to Mexico Beach and two weeks of rest and relaxation.

The ride down in my Jeep, with the top off, was so enjoyable. Becky and I talked about everything under the sun. When we finally arrived at the cabin, we found it locked and our husbands and kids were nowhere to be found. Checking the spot where John and I (we think so much alike) hide an extra key at home, I found what I was looking for and we let our selves in. In the hall was the luggage and all of the supplies that didn't need to be refrigerated-you know, the important stuff like beer and wine and food. In the bathrooms we found wet swim suits, so we knew the guys had come in, put everything down where it was and changed and headed down to the water. Becky and I rolled our eyes at each other and said "typical" in unison, then laughed that we had said it at the same time. On the table we found a note telling us that they had decided to drive to ‘town', more than an hour away, and eat pizza for dinner and would be back soon. Becky suggested we make ourselves a sandwich, mix up some margaritas and sit out on the deck and listen to the waves since it was already dark and we had no idea what time they had left or when they would return. I was more than delighted at the idea and grabbed my make-up case from the stack of luggage in the hall and went into one of the two master bedrooms downstairs to change quickly. We got busy, one making sandwiches, the other making the margaritas. The moon was bright enough, but we lit a couple of the centrinella tiki torches to ensure we wouldn't be eaten up by mosquitoes. The sandwiches were gone quickly, and we both sat back in the lounge chairs, enjoying the feel of the tequila coursing slowly into our blood stream. Life was good...much too quiet for two moms used to having a son and daughter around, but we weren't complaining. We knew this little piece of utopia would last only until we heard Calefb's Yukon drive up.

Becky and I each drank several margaritas, listening to the waves crash and waiting for our men and children to make it home. Eleven o'clock came and went. Midnight came and went and she and I both we getting slowly drunk and finding everything funny. At 1:00 a.m., I suggested we go to bed. We had both been up since around 5:00a.m. that morning, and the lack of sleep and the margaritas were working in unison pushing us into Slumberland. We knew the kids would be sleeping upstairs so without even thinking about it, we left our luggage where it lay, and I went into the bedroom I had changed in and Becky went into the other master bedroom. We said goodnight and closed our doors. I didn't even bother with putting on a gown or pj's. I simply undressed and crawled into bed naked and drifted into one of the most peaceful sleeps I had experienced in a while. I awakened only momentarily when I felt John crawl into bed beside me.

"Mmmmmmmmm" I purred as I felt the warmth of his body against my legs. Floating somewhere between sleep and tequila, I felt his warms hands gently open my thighs. 

"Oooooh, yes", I moaned as I buried my hands in his hair and felt his mouth on my thigh. Through the clouds in my head the feeling was incredible and I quietly whispered words to encourage him to proceed. He needed no such encouragement. His hands caressed my thighs, parting them to his satisfaction, as his mouth explored me at his own teasing pace. 

"He knows what I like" passed through my mind, "and he knows how to make me beg for it until he wants to give it to me." I arched my back and pulled his face deeper into me, loving the feeling of what his hands and tongue were doing to me. His mouth sucked in my clit, nibbling it gently at first, while a finger invaded my pussy, then harder as he sucked me to orgasm. I spurted all over his hands. While I rested my hands caressed down his arms and pulled his body upward, wanting to feel his body against mine and his lips on mine. Taking his own sweet time he gently moved up my body, his hands and mouth taking what he knew already belonged to him, my pussy, my body, my breasts and nipples, until he and I were face to face in the dark. I couldn't see his face, but it didn't matter. I lifted my head and licked his lips, tasting myself on his face. His head bent down to me and we shared the taste of me in a deep kiss....with me stopping only long enough to suck his bottom lip or lick his chin or jaw...knowing what it did to him to clean my juice from his face and mouth.  My hands played over his nipples, kissing down to suck them as I felt his hardness seeking the heat of my wet opening. It had been at least a week since we had made love, so I knew his the hardness of his cock would have to stretch my lips and pussy to gain entrance...just as it always would when days went by without our making love to each other. I felt the head dip in, wetting itself to make its entrance easier. I reached down and pressed is ass to me, trying to pull him into me.

"What's the matter" John whispered teasingly, sounding oddly hoarse.

"You know what I want" I whispered back.

"Tell me..." again the hoarse whisper

"Please........" I begged.

"Say the words." I knew what he wanted to hear. My husband loves to hear me talk dirty, and loves to hear me beg. Enjoying the game as much as he did, I played along.

"I want your big, thick, hard cock to punish my tight little pussy" I whispered, my mouth against his ear, keeping in mind we weren't alone in the house.

"You mean this?" he asked and pressed his cock into me a bit further, only to pull out.

"Oh, please, give it back!" I whispered, as deep into the game as he was, urgently wanting him to fill me.

"Like this?" again pushing into me. This time a little deeper but again withdrawing immediately.

"You are driving me insane. Please let me have your cock inside of me. I want to feel you stretch my pussy beyond its limits..... pleeeeeease.....!"

With his arms under my knees, he drew his arms closer together pushing my legs up onto his shoulders. This surprised me because it wasn's something he usually did, but I've always enjoyed new things and was beyond rational thought, wanting what he was making me beg for, more and more. Slowly he lowered his weight onto me, effectively pressing my thighs against my breasts and my feet over my head... I was almost bent double when I felt him shove his cock deep into my wanton pussy. I expected a little stretching, but it must have been the position that made his cock feel the size of something much bigger than what I was use to. I was fully awake now and had it not been for the fact that our best friends were across the hall and our kids upstairs, I might have screamed at the unexpected amount of stretching my poor little pussy was experiencing-but I didn't have time. He withdrew and pushed his cock back into me, the second time, his hardness still feeling much thicker than I was use to. But I was not about to complaing. I had long had a fantasy of having a man with a huge cock do with me what he would and if this position my husband felt just that big.....so it was making that fantasy come true, I was not going to waste it. I begged John, "oh please, tear my pussy up with that big cock." He needed no further encouragement. He slammed his cock in and out of my over stretched pussy. When I knew he was near orgasm, I asked him to stop. "Come over to the side of the bed. I want to feel you in my throat. I want you to cum in my mouth"  I lay across the bed, with my head hanging over backwards. We had discovered this position recently...he could slide his cock down my throat and play with my nipples and breasts and he watched himself fuck my mouth. In the dark, part of the effect would be lost, but he wasted no time moving around to the side of the bed. He held his cock and rubbed it all over my face, rubbing the mixture of my juice and his pre-cum all over my face, teasing my lips with the head..... but I knew this was driving him crazy as well. He rested the head against my mouth and my tongue immediately pressed into what I like to call his little pussy on the tip, tasting the precum and moisture there. He loved the feeling of my tongue there. John suddenly seemed unsure of himself...as if he wasn't sure if he should push deeper into my mouth. Reaching around his body, I gently pulled him forward. Pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and slowly, inch by inch down my throat. The alcohol still coursing through my veins made his cock feel much thicker than I was use to....even in my mouth. But again, this thought was only fleeting and I proceeded to work his cock down my throat. As the head of his cock touched my tonsils and went further, his breath became labored and he raspily whispered , "oh my god, I've never felt anything like this before in my life"which again struck me as strange because he had felt his cock in my throat many times, "... it feels tighter than your pussy and your pussy squeezes so tight it's almost painful at times."

Again he seemed unsure of what to do, so I pushed his body back, pulling his cock out of my mouth and then pulled his body back to me, pushing his cock back into my throat. It struck me as odd, but only for a moment, because he seemed to get back into swing of things very quickly.. His hands found my nipples and breasts-and he pushed his cock in and out of my mouth slowly. His intakes of breath let me know he wasn't far from orgasming. I reached up and began playing with his balls and sac and I felt him tense up. I stopped long enough to ask, "What's wrong?"

"Babe, I am so enjoying this, but if you keep that up, I'm going to cum in your mouth," came the hoarse whispered response.

I didn't say a word, just opened my mouth and sucked his cock back into my mouth. With one hand playing with his balls and the other on his ass pulling him into my mouth, I felt his sac tighten and knew he was going to cum. With the head in my mouth, I waited to taste his salty seed. I didn't wait long...his thick cock filled my mouth with warm cum. Swallowing part of it, I held part of it in my mouth... pulling his mouth down to mine I let him taste himself in my mouth and on my lips. This seemed to drive him crazy and he kissed me deeper, as if to get the last drop. It did nothing but arouse me more. Without a word, I rolled over onto my stomach. John moved up on the bed and began kissing the small of my back, moving down over my ass. His hands played between my legs as his tongue tickled and licked the crevice there. I enjoyed anal sex, but John seldom wanted it, so I endured his tongue's playful teasing as his fingers played in my wetness.  It pleasantly surprised me when his fingers parted my cheeks and I felt his tongue playfully teasing my anus. 

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned. "Don't tease if you have no intentions of playing" I warned.

Again he surprised me by dipping a finger into my wetness and rubbing it over the rosebud he seldom wanted, pressing in just a bit....... then licking up my juice there until I felt myself opening up to his tongue. John was always much more horny and more willing to be a little ‘kinky' when we were away from home and to my distinct pleasure tonight would be no different, I mused. Moving quickly, I scrambled out from under him, causing him to fall forward on the bed. "If you're really in the mood...." I whispered as I began caressing his thighs and kissing his tight muscular ass, "...let me take you there first." I purred, knowing if he was in the mood for anal play, he would enjoy what I wanted from him. Spreading his legs open with my hands as he lay on his stomach, I reached in very carefully to tug and play with his balls and was rewarded for my ministrations when he arched his ass up, giving me more access. Remembering that I had brought my make-up case into the bedroom and set it down beside the bed, I grabbed a bottle of baby oil gel from it. Squeezing some of the gel into my hand, I rubbed both hands together to warm it, then began massaging the gel into his ass cheeks. John moaned and lifted his ass a bit more into the air, "Oh, yes....", he moaned softly, "that feels unbelievable." I massaged his balls with the gel and moved upward from there. Putting more gel in my hand, I warmed it again and began playing along the crevice of his ass.....never quite touching his anus, but coming very close. His body was on auto-pilot as he pumped gently up and down into the bed. Spreading his cheeks apart, I ran my tongue from the small of his back, down into the crevice and over his anus. His body stiffened as my tongue touched his anus and he made as if to move up on the bed, but my hands spreading his cheeks held him in place as my tongue continued its soft assault on his anus until I felt his body relax and the tightly closed bud open up under my tongue. While pressing the tip of my tongue into him my fingers massaged more oily gel around his opening, moving closer and closer to the target. Slowly, I replaced my tongue with the tip of my well lubricated pinky finger, pushing in deeper than my soft tongue was able to go. I worked the finger deep into him, then began moving it in and out. "Oh my god..."came his insistent, but hoarse whisper between breaths. "What are you doing to me?"

"Oh, should I stop?" I asked as I pulled my finger completely out.

"Oh, no, please don't stop!"

"Don't stop what?" I asked, my turn to be in control.

"You know. Don't stop what you are doing to me," he said evasively.

"Tell me what you want" I said and pressed a well lubricated middle finger into him slowly. 

Under his breath I heard him say, ‘I can't believe I'm saying this'. "What was that?" I said, "I didn't quite hear you."

"Please fuck my ass. Use your fingers as a cock and stuff my ass full."

Not wanting to hurt him, I let him adjust to the difference in size then gently pushed it deeper into him. His body pushed back, making sure I knew what he wanted, without saying the words. In and out I moved my finger, adding a second and then a third, massaging deep inside of him, occasionally touching his prostate......feeling him tremble all over when I did. At this point I slid my body between his knees face up, legs bent over his back until the backs of my thighs were resting against the back of his thighs-effectively spreading me wide open underneath him. My fingers never stopped moving in and out of his tight rosebud. Reaching down I pulled on his balls, gently at first, then with a little more intensity. When he felt the head of his cock brush against the wet opening of my pussy, he looked underneath to see what I was doing. He wasted no time at all pushing his cock into my waiting pussy as three of my fingers moved in and out of him. His legs spread wider as he lowered himself deeper inside me. As he did so, I worked a fourth finger into his ass. His deeply guttural moan and the force he was using to abuse my pussy told me this was his limit and he was very near the edge. I worked my fingers in and out of his ass as I watch his cock thrust in and out of my pussy. Purposely I pushed my fingered deep into his ass and massaged his prostate, knowing that this drives a man crazy and will make him cum instantly. His body fucked mine with a force I had not felt in a long time, as he rode that fine line between pleasure and pain of having his ass fucked. "Oh my God, harder....fuck it harder, baby. I have never felt anything like this before" he whispered, almost a hiss, with its intensity.

John came over and over, his body being racked with the longest orgasm I had ever witnessed in him. We had used this position before, so I wasn't sure why it was so much better for him this time...... but I was too busy milking the cum from him with my fingers in him, to give this a second thought.

He collapsed forward on the bed, breathing as if he had just run a mile or two.  Into the pillow I heard him mumble, "I don't know what's gotten into you but keep it up. I want more of it." I lay down on the bed next to him, my hands caressing down his back, over his ass and down his legs, then back up. Planting small kisses here and there as I did.

John rested only a moment before I felt his hand on my ass, "It's my turn now. You aren't going to chicken out, are you?" Again, strange, because my husband new I loved anal sex.

"Now when have you ever known me to chicken out?" I laughed softly.

"Oh, I can count a few times. But tonight is not going to be one of them." He said as his hand reached over and found my ass. "It's all mine tonight and after what you just made me do, your ass is mine for as long as I want it." His hand caressed down my ass as his thumb dipped into the crevice.

"Anytime, baby....it's your's anytime you want it."  I purred beginning to wonder if he had a few beers too many himself, tonight.

He wasted no time rolling me over on my stomach and I wasted no time pushing myself up on my knees with my ass in the air. I loved the feeling of being totally exposed to him and this position did it for me. He moved around behind me and began kissing my ass cheeks, his hands softly massaging them....his fingers sliding over that tight entrance from time to time, teasing me. Pulling me back to the edge of the bed, he got down on his knees beside the bed and began nibbling my outer lips, softly at first, then a little harder...sucking hard on the fat outer lips that protected the gem inside. Spreading my fat pussy lips wide, exposing that gem, I felt his fingers graze over it as his mouth latch on and begin to suck it between his top teeth and tongue harder than the first time, but I was so aroused the feeling was exquisite. His tongue dipped deep into my pussy licking and cleaning the cum he had just filled me with. With his finger he spread his cum from my pussy to the tight rosebud he wanted to deflower. One finger pressed into me as his mouth explored my pussy, then a second finger began to working itself in and out of my ass. I reached over and handed him the bottle of baby gel, patiently awaiting my just rewards. As I felt two fingers glide deep into my bowels, I gave quick reminder since we didn't do this often, "Remember, darlin', stretch me open slowly one finger at a time until you reach the thickness of your cock." I felt a third finger being worked slowly into me and began to feel that ‘full' feeling that I love to feel. John knew that three of his thick fingers were about the same thickness of his cock.  With my head and face buried into a pillow to drown out my loud sighs and moans, I waited anxiously for him to replace the fingers with his cock. I was shocked and surprised when I felt him work a forth finger deep into my now overstretched ass. The feeling was not just full, I was past full and stretched to the limit. Or so I thought. He worked his big fingers covered in baby oil gel, in and out of me. My body tensed to start with, but the more his fingers gently fucked my ass, the more I began to enjoy it. Finally, I felt him pull his fingers out and felt the tip of his cock.  He rubbed the head over my clit, dipping it into my swollen but soaked pussy. I felt the oil covering his cock as he teasing his way up to his target and pushed in. The unexpected stretching of just the head brought a scream from me. My face was buried in the pillow already, because I was very aware of how vocal I get during anal sex and I didn't want Becky, Walker or the kids to hear my screams of passion. . He stopped, the head of his cock still buried in my opening, "are you okay?"




Accidental Fantasy



I lifted my face from the pillow, breathing raggedly, "Yes, you know how vocal I get during anal sex. I'm trying not to wake everyone in the house up, ok?" I said with a breathless laugh.

Feeling more sure himself, he slowly pushed the whole length of his dock deep into my ass. 

"Don't move. Let me get use to it, " I whispered quickly. "God, have you been taking penis enlargement medicines?" I joked, "You cock has never felt this huge inside of my ass.... or my pussy, or my mouth, for that matter."

His time to laugh, "Of course not. This is the same cock I've had since our first time."

Feeling ready for what, I felt, was going to be the anal fucking of my life,. I pulled forward, his cock pulling out of me, then pushed back on it. "You know how I like this, so don't take it easy on me, okay? I want your balls to spanking my pussy and I want you to spank my ass....... I know you don't like this often, so when you are in the mood, I want everything you've got!' I said and felt his hand grab ahold of my hips. He pulled that big cock out of my ass then slammed it back in. I buried my head into the pillow, biting the cloth, to muffle my screams of pleasure. John got into it very quickly. In and out he thrust his cock, his balls slapping my pussy as he did so. "Oh, fuck, that's tight! Oh..... yeah....... take all of it. Open that tight ass for me and take all of my big cock. I am going to ride this ass until I can't ride it anymore," he said, as he swatted my right ass cheek. It stung like hell, making bear down on his cock. "Shit, I didn't think it could get any tighter" his whisper getting more hoarse and more hoarse. "Damn, you are one naughty cowgirl, aren't you?", he mused. "You like your saddle to be ridden hard, don't you?" as he slapped my other ass cheek, not too hard, but enough to make me bear down again and push down on his cock. The whole time, I had my head buried in the pillow muffling my moans, but I was so close to cumming. I lifted my head and begged, "harder, love....... you're taking me over the edge!" That's all he needed, suddenly I was his mare and he was slapping my ass and riding my ass with his hard cock as hard as he could, as his ball slapped my open pussy and clit. My body tensed and I came in wave after wave of pleasure. My body spent with so much activity, I lay down on my side just enjoying the feeling rushing over me. John moved up on the bed. I was sure he was worn out. He had come more in this one night, than in any other one night in years. We lay face to face on the bed, not being able to see each other...but easily finding one another with our hands. We kissed tenderly as my hands found his nipples and gently played with them. His hands caressed over my breasts, down my hips until his fingers found my sloppy wet opening. "I want more of this," he whispered, so close that I felt his breath on my face.

"I'm suppose to be the insatiable one here," I quipped. "Did Walker give you some viagra or something?" I laughed.  Without waiting for an answer to that question, I said, "If you want more, you'll have to wash....going from front to back is okay, but never back to front" a gentle reminder, that I didn't want a nasty infection to ruin my vacation. With fluid quickness, he rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Without turning on the light, which I though unusual, I heard water running, a rag being soaped up, the rag being rinsed, then the water was turned off. I heard, rather than saw him walk across the carpet back to the bed, the aroma of soap following him. "Aren't you such a good little boy," I softly teased.

"And what does a good boy get for being so good?" he quipped, moving onto the bed.

"Anything he wants...."I purred

With out a sound, he moved between my legs again.... kissing my stomach, then holding my breasts, caressing them while sucking in a mouth full and biting hard, the nibbling the nipples.  I kept pressing my hips up to let him know I was ready for more, but he moved his hips up and focused on my breasts and nipples, nibbling them softly at first, then biting a little harder. Kissing up to my neck, he nibbled and sucked softly..... the feeling going straight to my clit. God, this man made me feel constantly in heat!!!! His lips teasing mine, licking my bottom lip, then nibbling it before capturing both of my lips in a deep passionate kiss. With is hands in my hair he pulled my face closed to his, pressing his body against mine.....his chest against my breasts, pelvis to my pelvis. Holding his body close to mine, I rolled over, ending up on top of him. I sat up, straddling his thighs then reached down.... wanting nothing more than to climb onto the saddle and ride this mustang one more time tonight.  My hands encircled his cock for the very first time since our lovemaking had begun tonight. With a start, I realized the cock in my hand was too thick to wrap my hands completely around it......."Oh, my!" I whispered, catching myself mid-thought.  I knew as I stroked the rock hard monster between my fingers, even through the fog of intoxication, that this was not my husband's cock. I guided my pussy down onto it and just lost myself in the feeling of being impaled on the thickest cock I had yet to experience. I had gone much too far already, so I was going to enjoy it tonight and face the consequences tomorrow.  "Oh, sweetie, fuck me hard. I want to know you were there a week from now." I pleaded. He slammed into my pussy several times then one last time and came hard hard filling me with his warm liquid. I lifted myself gingerly off of his still hard cock and in a feline crawl, made my way up his body until I was over his face. There was no question what I wanted of him and there was no question he wanted it as much, if not more, than I did. I watched as some of his warm fluid dripped from my open pussy into his open mouth before pressing myself down on his face, making him lick me clean and wiping the mixture of his fluid and mine all over his face. Moving back down his body until I could feel his face on my cheek, I licked his face in a cat like gesture before kissing him deeply for several minutes. I turned over on my side and he spooned me. "Would you mind letting me fall asleep with your cock inside of me, John?" I asked him, never hinting that I knew he wasn't John. 

"God, no, Clair, it would be my pleasure."came the hoarse whisper again.

Thinking as clearly as my mind would at the moment, I was sure that Walker was the man in my bed...... which left another scenario playing out in the bedroom across the hall...these were the last thoughts my worn out body had before dropping into a welcome sleep with a strange cock deep inside my stretched and sore my pussy and Walker's body pressed against mine.

I awoke alone, early the next morning. I put on my swimsuit, grabbed a towel and headed down to the beach to enjoy the sun and solitude and to contemplate the night before. On the kitchen table was a note from Becky saying she had run to the store to pick up some ‘essentials' she had forgotten and would be back soon.

Walking down to the beach, I opened up my lounge chair, spread my towel over it and lay down to enjoy the warmth and peace and quiet of morning. If Walker was the man in my bed...... then my husband was the man in Becky's bed. A smile played across my face as I thought of Becky and John doing the things that Walker and I had done with each other last night.

A ‘good morning' brought me out of my slumber of thought. Holding my hands over my eyes to shade the brightness that penetrated even the dark sunglasses I had on, I saw Walker walking up the beach in swim trunks with a rod and reel and tackle box.

"Morning yourself." I yelled back. "You're up early for your first day of vacation."

Moving the index finger on one of his hands back and forth, he chided, "Early bird....."

"...gets the worm." we finished in unison and laughed. He came over and sat his gear down on the sand and dropped down to take a seat on the sand beside my chair.

"Where's everyone else?" he asked.

"I think everyone but Becky is asleep. She left a note saying she had to run to the store for ‘essentials', so I'm not sure when she'll get back."

"Hmmmm, okay" he said. "So why are you out so early on your first day of vacation?" he queried?

"Oh, just sitting here contemplating and enjoying the warmth of sun."

"Contemplating? You're on vacation, Claire. Now what could be so important that you're up so early worrying about it?" Walker laughed lightly.

Looking around to make sure we were still alone on the beach, I began,"Well, for one.....I've been trying to figure out how to tell to my husband that I that I spent the night making love to his best friend last night...but as it stands I'm sure he's wondering how to tell me he made love to your wife."

"You knew it was me?" Walker asked with a surprised look on his face. "‘When did you figure it out?'

"God, if Becky and I hadn't drank so many margaritas last night I would have known from the beginning. But the liquor made it so easy to look over little things I thought were odd. The point I knew you really were not John came almost at the end when I reached down and grabbed you to guide you into me. I couldn't even get my hands around your, um, thickness." I said, getting very embarrassed, blushing at discussing it. "Intoxicated or not, I knew you weren't John."

"I'm so sorry, Claire. It was a mistake. John and I got back with the kids, put them to bed then sat outside drinking a few beers. When we decided to head to bed we both went into the Master bedroom we had changed in before going out for pizza. We figured you girls would see our wet suits in the bathroom and know which room we had picked to sleep in."

I started laughing, "Becky and I were just so happy to get here we didn't even pay attention. We made sandwiches and sat out on the deck drinking margaritas waiting for you guys and the kids to make it back. When we knew we were well past ‘toasted' we decided to go to bed. We both just picked a room and were lucky to make it to the bed."

"I'm sure John and Becky are freaking as much as we are right now." Walker said thoughtfully. "How are we going to handle this?"

"I don't really know. But I do know if they made love like we did, they can't complain too much. And they'll have to admit it was all by accident, too. I just don't want this to mess up our friendship. You and Becky are our closest and dearest friends and I certainly don't want something of this nature to break up our friendship." I said with worry in my voice.

"You're right," Walker said with a confidence I wasn't feeling at the moment. "We'll just all have to sit down and talk it out. Maybe when the kids are out swimming and we are all alone. Saying nothing and acting like it didn't happen will only make things worse, I think. After breakfast, we'll send the kids out to play where we can keep an eye on them from the house and we'll talk this over until the four of us are okay with it."

"Good," I said, relief in my voice. "And I must warn you now, John and I have no secrets, so if he asks for details, I'm not going to lie to him, okay?"

"Everything?" Walker asked incredulously, his face turning a bright red, "Even the things you did to me.....making me beg....making me screaming in pleasure while, um...well, you know."

A devious smile crept across my face, "What do I know?"

‘Yes, you do know." He said quietly.

"No, I don't know. What is it that you don't want me to tell him?" I purred purposely. "Maybe that you begged me to fuck your ass?" I said slyly. "Is that it?" 

"Jesus, Claire," he hissed, looking around as if he might be overheard. "Are you really going to tell my best friend everything we did together last night?"

"Like I said Walker, John and I have no secrets. But you have to keep in mind....I thought you were John until almost the end. So everything we did are things John and I have done together."

This seemed to calm Walker down a bit, but not much. "Can you just leave out the part about my ass? Please?" He pleaded. "I don't want John thinking he has to worry about me, you know, coming on to him when we're around each other."

I had to laugh out loud at this, "Okay, okay, I'll leave out that you begged me to finger fuck your ass.." I said with a wink. "It doesn't make you gay to enjoy that you know, Walker. But it's our secret, promise."

"Whew! Thank you, Claire." He said, returning the wink. "I have to say though, John is one lucky man to have a tigress like you."

"We enjoy sex and we both have no hang ups about what happens between two consenting adults, it's our business and no one else's...at least until last night.  We've pretty much lived out most of our fantasies.... John tells me I'm a bit wilder than he is, but he's never complained about my ‘tastes'. I just enjoy trying new things, experimenting."

"I wish I had that problem with Becky. She likes sex, but these days she likes ‘quickies'. I shouldn't complain because all of my male friends would love a wife who just likes to make love quickly and go to sleep." smiling at the irony. " I like to tease and draw things out. Make her earn her reward." again the sly smile on his face.

"Oh, you're quite a pro at that and I enjoyed every minute of it. John is like Becky, I guess. He enjoys getting straight to the nitty gritty and when he's done, we're done...if you know what I mean. Don't get me wrong, he has his times.... but I love being teased, long and slow, being made to beg for what I want–having it within reach just to have to wait a bit longer for it. Makes the climax much more intense and bigger." I said, dreamily. "And I have to say, between you and me," looking around to make sure none of the kids were up yet. "Last night was a fantasy come true! I have a fetish, if you want to call it that, for being stretched and you certainly did that last night. More times than one and in more ways than one."

"Well, if I hadn't had so many beers, I would have known your weren't Becky when you told me to move to the side of the bed and said you wanted to swallow my cum." Walker laughed loudly. "Becky, or any other woman I've known, has never been able to get me into her mouth, much less their throat..GOD that felt soooo amazing. Becky doesn't swallow either. She says it's disgusting. I've never had a woman feed me my own cum either. And when you let me even touch your ass, I knew right then, even drunk, that it wasn't Becky in bed with me. Last night took care of a few ‘firsts' for me and more than one fantasy came true."

As I was laying there in the sun, eyes closed, listening to him talk about last night, I gave a deep gutteral purr. "But you know the one bad thing about last night.... I'm mean other than the bedroom switch, of course?"

"What is it? That's the only bad thing I can think of, except for telling Becky and John."

"All of that wonderful pleasure and I haven't a clue what you look like naked" I said, laughing at the irony and humor in the middle of our bad situation.

Walker got a look of deep thought on his face, "By jove, you're completely right. I slept with a tigress last night and I have no idea what her stripes look like. I guess my tongue, fingers and um, well you know, will just have to be my memory." he said in his best imitation of Sherlock Holmes' English accent. "Or maybe....." he said quietly with a wink

"Yeah, you wish," I said and adjusted myself on the lounge chair.

"Do you suppose John and Becky did, um, anything last night" Walker asked, out of the blue.

"I surely hope so. It gets us out of the hotspot if they did ‘things' too. Your guess is as good as mine, but if I know my husband, being away from home always makes him ‘randy'. So I'm sure Becky got more than she bargained for. " I mused.

"What do you think John will say?"

The thought struck me as funny because I knew exactly how he was going to react. "My husband will be pissed off because he couldn't watch." I said, matter of factly.

"He wants to watch you make love to another man?" Walker asked, astonished.

"Oh, yes. He loves the idea of me with other men." leaning over I whisper secretively, "even better if he can watch and join in."

"Wow!" he smiled, "I would love to watch another man make love to Becky. She thinks I'm nuts, though., she's more the missionary type and we don't stray far from that. But it's good to know I'm in good company."

"Oh god, I must have traumatized you last night then!" I laughed outloud..

"Hey, you can traumatize me anytime, lady!" he laughed.

"But would Becky give her permission?" I asked, knowing my friend well enough to know the answer.

"Oh, hell no! Not in a million years." he said.

As if on cue, just then we heard "morning". Looking toward the cabin, Becky was walking down the path toward us. I sat up and turned around, "Hey, you. You were up mighty early this morning. And what the hell is so ‘essentials' it got you out of bed so early?"

Becky laughed heartily as she walked toward up. "Essentials, my dear friend, are our dear friends-Capt. Morgan and Jose' Cuervo. We swallowed way more than we thought last night."

Walker and I looked at each other and laughed at her unknowing joke. "Soooo you do swallow! You always tell me you don't" I teased her.

"Oh, you....." she said, turning red. 

"Well, Walker's here. I could ask him." I said daringly

"Don't you dare!" she said, turning more pink.

"Is John still asleep?" I inquired, moving on to another subject.

"Yeah, I think he is." Becky said, suddenly a little fidgety.

"Well, I'll walk up with you and wake his butt up." I said jokingly.

"Oh, I can knock on the door and wake him up.  You and Walker just sit and enjoy the sun a few more minutes, then you and I can get breakfast started." she said, not waiting for an opposing response as she began walking back to the cabin.

When she was out of earshot Walker and I looked at each other and whispered, "they did the nasty too, last night." and we giggled like two teenagers, in unison. We threw our heads back and laughed heartily knowing we were in no more trouble than the two of them probably thought they were. "That was the fastest exit I've ever seen in my life." I whispered. "I guess she didn't want me to find him laying in her bed."

"Damn, this is going to be some discussion after breakfast, don't you think?" Walker asked, picking up his rod and tackle. Folding up my chair and picking up my towel I replied, "Way more interesting than I thought to begin with" and we walked up the sandy path to the cabin.

When we got inside, the kids were just waking up, asking "What's for breakfast. We're hungry!" After getting everyone's order, the kids opting for cereal and milk in their hurry to get into the water and the adults opting for a real breakfast of ham and cheese omelets, Becky and I set about feeding the kids first, while preparing the omelets and hash-browns. The two 14 year old boys and 7 year old girls ate their Fruit Loops and Frosted Flakes in record time. All asked to be excused to change into their swimsuits, then ran upstairs to see who could finish first. When everyone was changed and back down stairs, we gave them the warnings our parents gave up: no swimming for 30 minutes-wait for your food to digest and DO NOT venture out of view of the sliding glass window of the cabin....otherwise the culprit would spend the day inside doing absolutely nothing. This was enough to make them know we were serious and off they went.

Things were very quiet after the kids headed down to the water. We all ate for a few minutes in silence until I boldly asked, "Did everyone sleep well last night?" 

John piped up with, "Best sleep I've had in months.

Becky chimed in cheerily with, "Last night was one of the best nights of sleep I've had in a long time. What about you?" She said, looking first at me, then at Walker.




Accidental Fantasy



Walker said nothing, but I decided I would be the one to get it out in the open. "I slept very well last night. The margaritas did a wonderful job of relaxing me and putting me in ‘the mood', so when John climbed into bed with me I was more than ‘in the mood' and so it seemed, was John. Imagine my surprise when I woke up cuddled up to Walker this morning."

There! I had said it.  It was out in the open now.

Becky's first words were, "Oh, my god!" her jaw slack with dismay.

"I'm sure the both of you came to the same realization at some point during the night, or at least this morning, Becky, when you awoke to find John in bed with you."

John and Becky started talking at the same time, "It was all a mistake!!!!!"

"I thought it was Walker crawling into bed with me," Becky said.

"And I thought it was you, Claire, when I crawled into bed to find you naked, ready and in the mood."

Finally, Walker spoke up. "No one is pointing fingers. It was a big mix-up. What we have to decide here and now, is whether or not we are going to let this mess up our friendship."

"Exactly!" I said. "I don't want this to mess up my friendship with you, Becky. You're my best friend. Can we make it past this room blunder and all that it entails? I really hope we can."

Silence. For the next few moments none of us said a word.

Finally, John spoke up. "So we know in the room mix up, Walker made love to Claire and I made love to Becky, right? We have to look deep within ourselves to see how we feel about this and if jealousy is going to be a problem. Right?"

"Yes," Walker said. "I can say with certainty that it's not going to cause any problems for me...I just want to make sure it isn't going to cause problems between John and Claire, between me and Becky, between John and me or between Claire and Becky."

"As far as I'm concerned it was a mistake so no one is to blame. I feel no jealousy that Becky made love to my husband because he thought it was me and I don't feel guilty making love to Walker while thinking he was my husband. Am I wrong?" I asked the group around the table.

"I have to say, for all intents and purposes, Claire is right." Becky said. "We all thought we were making love to our spouses. Granted, if we had not drank more than usual we might have known the difference from the beginning.... but being drunk and in the dark and already horny as hell, I was laying in wait to pounce on Walker when he came in.....so John never had a chance." The impish smile on her face made me feel much better.

"And after having a few beers myself, I was more than ready to jump Claire when I climbed into bed.  I slid up under the covers from the bottom of the bed, between those luscious thighs and that sweet..." his sentence trailed off as he realized he was describing to Walker what he had done to Becky the night before. "Sorry, man." He said to Walker, "but thinking it was Claire, I went straight to the good parts." he said with a sly smile on his face.

"So no one's really upset?" I asked, looking around the table.

"How can we be? It's not like, being best friends we would have done this on purpose. It does unnerve me that John knows me quite intimately now." she said blushing. "Otherwise, I was making love to my husband last night."

"Well, if asked for details I'm going to be open and honest, so maybe we should say ‘don't ask, don't tell'....if you don't want the details, then don't ask and don't give specifics unless they are asked for. Agreed?" I said, looking around the table at each face to make sure they understood.

"Agreed" came from all of them. 

"And if feelings change in any way for any one of us, we're all willing to sit down again and talk it over?" I asked, watching all nod their head in agreement.

"Good, can we get on with our vacation now?" I whined

Grabbing the rods and reels, bait and tackle, the men were out the door before Becky or I could say anything else.

"Are you really okay with this, Becky? I'm scared to death that this will come us."

"Yes, I'm okay. Not something I ever thought about happening, but if it had to happen, at least it was by accident and at least it was with someone I trust." she said coming up behind me and hugging me. Turning around, I hugged her back. Turning to clean up the breakfast dishes I said, "Good, I feel the same way...I can't imagine being okay with it if it had been any other woman. Strange sounding, I know."

"Not strange." Becky said. "I feel the same way for some reason." she said as we finished up the kitchen. "Let's hit the beach and join the rest of them" I said. Turning around, I saw Becky already ahead of me with lounge chair, towel and beach bag. 

The boys were swimming in the surf while the girls built sandcastles in the sand as I set up my lounge chair next to Becky's. I spread the towel over my chair and sat down watching the kids at play. Becky lay silently on her stomach in a chair beside me, basking in the sun.

"When did you realize it wasn't John?"came from the motionless figure beside me.

"Welllll, had I not had so many margaritas, I would have realized it almost immediately. But as it was I didn't realize it wasn't John until almost the very end." I responded.

"Quite a difference between the two of them, isn't there?" she offered.

"Oh, yes....," I said, not sure where to go with this.

"You didn't ‘feel' the difference from the beginning?" 

"Did you?" I countered

Becky giggled before answering. "Honestly, I can't say that I did. I remember thinking, ‘oh that feels soooo good' which should have sent off bells because Walker is so, um, thick, that it's almost painrul when he pushes inside me."

My turn to snicker, "John always stretches me when we've not made love for a few days, but I remember thinking that he never stretched me this much. It just didn't make it through the tequila."

"So Walker stretched you, too? Was it painful for you, like it is to me sometimes?" 

"Oh, god, did he ever stretch me. There are several places on my body that's feeling it this morning and I won't walk right for a few days." I whined.

"More than one? What other places would be sore, Claire....?" her voice trailed off as she lifted her sunglasses to look at me. "What other place did he stretch?'

I could do nothing but sit there with a stupid grin on my face.

"You had anal sex together?" she asked, not quite believing. "You took all of him in your ass?"

"Yes." I replied quietly, more than a little embarrassed at her reaction for some reason

"You said ‘several'. Where else?" Her eyes penetrating me as she waited for me to answer.

"My throat."

"What?! No way. I can't get even the head in my mouth....are you saying you got all of his cock into your mouth and down your throat?" she said fascinated, but not believing.

"Yes. I thought it was John. I laid down on my back with my head dropped down over the side....John loves that position. He says he slips in to my mouth so easily. It took a little bit of work last night, but I just assumed it was because it's been a few days since we made love. He stretched me but I was enjoying the feel of him in my throat."

"Oh. My. God.!" Becky stated emphatically.

"I'm sorry" was all I could think to say.

"Don't be sorry. NOW I'm jealous. Walker must have been in heaven if he was able to do that...well not just that. Anal sex, too... his fantasies coming to life" she laughed.

"Please don't be jealous. I thought it was John, that's the only reason..." I said

"I'm jealous because I can't do it, Claire.... that's all. Damn, you two must have made love for hours last night." she said watching, trying to read my face, "You did, didn't you?! Come on, I'm asking. Tell me."

"Yes, we made love for hours." I confessed "What about you and John? I'm sure you made love for hours pleasuring each other."

"Hmmmm, I'm not sure, but it might have been an hour. I woke up to his head between my legs, geeez he knows how to use that tongue of his... all the right spots to hit. And then I, um, well I did him." She said quickly.

"You did, um, what?" I asked, wanting her to fess up as I did.

"I sucked his cock," she said, not looking at me. "I should have realized when I was able to get all of him in my mouth that it wasn't Walker."

"Yeah.....alcohol and pleasure can play tricks on the mind, can't they? Don't be embarrassed, Becky. I take it, no anal sex for you, though?"

"Oh hell, no." she said without hesitation. "He is much too big for that. How did you manage?"

Playing the memory over in my head, "Oh, a slow course in the art of soft stretching helped....I have to remind John that you just can't stick it in, so Walker got the lesson last night instead of John. And then he gave me a lesson in ‘it hurts sooooo good'"

"Wow. It hurts like hell to me....nothing good about it. You are a wild woman." she said thoughtfully.

"Listen who's talking" I said, smiling. "I just enjoy good sex."

"Oh belive me. It was incredible just making slow, gently love......no pain, no stretching." she said dreamily. "I drifted off to sleep with the biggest smile on my face."

"I'm sure we all did last night." I said.



Accidental Fantasy Ch. 02



There will be more later but some readers were unhappy about the ending of part one so I wanted to address their issues right away...slyfox

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The physical therapy got harder and more painful, a fact that helped keep me sane because I was so tired all the time that I slept a lot. Speech therapy was done three times a week along with some exercises that I got on-line.

I really missed Jennifer, but I could usually force my memories of her away if they became strong enough to bring the tears on. About the only time I really felt the heartache was at night, when I would end up kissing the pillow next to me. which I'd named Jennifer, before I went to sleep. 

Two weeks after I went home, I started learning to walk again. Oh my god, the pain was excruciating. I got to the point that I hated the therapist and that damned equipment. I think part of it was that it took a lot out of me and even more out of my caregiver to get into the van to go to the therapist. By the time the session ended, I was so exhausted that once I was in the van, I fell into a deep sleep.

The caregiver I had was as sweet as she could be and she had the patience of a saint. She was older than Jennifer and I loved her to death. I asked her if she knew Jennifer but she said they'd never met as far as she knew. I tried the phone number Mom got for her but all I ever got was her voice mail. Every day I told her I loved her, but she never called back. 

A week later, my nurse was off with the flu. I assured Mom that I could be on my own for a day or two if I was in my wheel chair so I could get to the bathroom. Of course, I would have to miss therapy. She said there were leftovers in the refrigerator and juice and bottled water if I got thirsty. The phone was sitting right next to me when she left, along with a list of emergency numbers.. 

I was half awake and half asleep in my chair on Tuesday, trying to watch a movie on the television, when the doorbell rang. I called out for them to come in but I guess they couldn't hear me so I wheeled over to open the door and burst into tears when I saw my sweet, wonderful nurse in the doorway, a beautiful smile on her face.

She ran over to me without a word and grabbed me in an embrace so strong that the wheelchair tipped over. I didn't care. I was wrapped in Jennifer's arms and she in mine. Not a word was spoken as we held to each other, rocking back and forth as the tears flowed unashamedly. 

"Oh god, Jenni, I've missed you so much," I said. 

"I know, I know," she said, "I'm sorry." 

When she kissed me, I nearly died of joy. That little kiss became deeper and more intense until we were moaning into each other's mouths as our tongues fought for more.

I wanted to rip her clothes off right there in the living room but that might be dangerous simply because Mom and my sister were prone to walking in without so much as a word of warning that they were coming. 

"Help me up," I said. 

She helped me back into my wheelchair and held the chair while I got settled in.

"Why haven't you called?" I asked.

"I couldn't," she said. 

"But why not?" I insisted. 

"I was ashamed, Danni; ashamed and frightened. You have to believe me. Danni. I'd never done that to a patient before, but I'd never felt a desire like that. It was more like a need that I couldn't deny. When you woke up and I knew that you were aware of what I was doing, I felt so guilty and so ashamed that I couldn't face you." 

"But what were you afraid of?" I asked. 

She turned away from me and went to sit on the recliner. I wheeled closer to her and offered my hands, which she took in hers. 

"Danni, I took an oath. I accepted a great responsibility to my patients and any violation of their trust would result in my immediate dismissal or worse. Nursing is my life, honey, and the thought of not having that frightened me to death. After I left you, I remembered the way your mother looked at me when I was brushing your hair one evening and when I rolled you over to smooth the sheets under you. In my heart, I knew she suspected that we were closer than a normal nurse patient relationship. I believed then, and I believe now, that she knew there was an inappropriate emotion there. 

"She hasn't said anything to me," I said.

"But I haven't been around you," she reminded me. "She might just feel that my absence solved her concerns. If she sees me here, it might not be that way."

"I don't care," I said. "I can't stand not seeing you."

"That wasn't my only fear, Danni," she said. "An even greater fear, and the one that hurt the most, was the fear that you would resent me for what I'd done or that you could never grow to love me as much as I loved you. I had no right to assume that you were open to another woman touching you that way, and little hope that you felt the way I did. I fell in love with you almost immediately, but I took advantage of you, Danni. I used you for my own personal pleasure. 

I lifted my hand to her face and tenderly stroked my finger over her cheek. "I've loved you since I first saw you, Jenni."

"How could you possibly know you love me?" she asked. "How do you know it isn't just lust because of what I was doing to you?" 

. 

"I thought about that a lot, Jenni," I said, "and I went through a period that I questioned my acceptance of your lovemaking. I couldn't understand why I wasn't appalled at what you were doing, but I wasn't. Not once. Then I decided that what I was feeling was lust. No one, man or woman had ever given me such pleasure or such satisfaction, but when I couldn't get you out of my mind and my heart, I knew I loved you. No matter what I did. I thought about you day and night, and I saw you lying next to me almost every morning. When you left, my heart ached so much I knew for sure it was more than lust. I can give myself a deeper satisfaction with my toys now because I see you when I do it, but it hurt so much to know you weren't there and that you might never be there again."

"Did you just say what I thought you said," she asked. "Did you say that when you masturbate, you see me there with you?"

"All the time," I said. 

"Maybe I was there," she said, "because I saw you, heard you and felt your love every night."

"It's always been there, Jenn," I said. "If you'd kiss me, you'd know how much love you and how much I need you in my arms. I need to hold you."

She came to me and we held to each other as best we could, what with the wheelchair between us. The room was filled with our love for one another, a love that had us both in tears of absolute ecstasy until she finally pulled back. 

"What are we going to do, Danni?" she asked. "We can't go through life pretending that I'm just your nurse. You're almost ready to walk and you won't need a care giver any more."

"I might not need a caregiver, Jenni, but I'll always need you. We'll find a way,I promise. I won't always be confined to the house and in the meantime, you can come to visit me whenever we want to be together."

"Is once a day too often?" she asked. 

"Not often enough," I said. She kissed me again and again. 

"Do you need anything?" she asked.

"I need you," I replied. "Will you let me love you the way I've been dreaming of?"

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I said. "Take me to bed, Jenni. I want to be with you."

She wheeled me into my bedroom and closed the door. "I can't wait to make love with you," she said, lifting me from my chair to put me on the bed. I swung my legs clumsily off the bed and motioned to her. . "Let me undress you," I said. "I want you naked."

I slowly took her blouse off to confirm what I already knew. She hadn't worn a bra and her breasts were an absolutely astonishing c cup and firm, with dark pinkish brown pink nipples, erect and begging for attention. I reached up to take them in my hands, pulling her to me so I could worship those soft warm orbs I'd dreamed of. After kissing them all over, I took her in my lips, sucking her nipple deep in my mouth as my hand lifted and fondled her breasts. I loved the feel of them, the taste of them, and the sounds she made as I hungrily fed on nipples that came to life in my mouth. . 

Without letting her slip from my mouth, I reached down to release her belt and fumble for the catch before sliding the zipper down. Her slacks fell to the floor and she kicked them away. My hands shook as I slid her panties over her hips and pulled them from her wet pussy lips. Releasing her nipple from my lips, I moved my head down to lick around her navel. Now, I could smell her desire and feel her need as I dug my fingers into soft ass cheeks and pulled her closer. Now her pussy was near my face and the sweet fragrance nearly drove me mad. Pulling her to me, I kissed her over and over from her navel, down her thighs and when I felt the heat of her vulva on my face, I dove into her as far as I could get. 

She pulled away long enough to strip me naked and lift my legs up to move me over before crawling in next to me. The heat from her body made me quiver with a desire and a need I'd never known.

We ;came together like animals in heat, rolling around, fighting for a better hold on each other as our lips stayed locked. Moaning into each other's faces, we forced our bodies ever tighter together until we were as one body, molded together forever in passion.

She finally pinned me long enough to settle on top of me, her pussy just below my breasts. 

"Now, I'm going to love you like I wanted to while you were in that hospital bed," she said, as she slid down my body to bend over and make love to my breasts in a way that had me fisting my hands into her hair so she couldn't get away from me. I could hear someone mewling like a hungry kitten and realized it was my own voice begging her for more. Taking my nipple in her teeth, she chewed and tugged at it until I felt a familiar pressure building in my groin. I'd never known a woman could achieve orgasm from breast play but I was so close I was begging her to take me there. Instead, she moved down my body and for the first time in my life, another woman's head was between my wide-spread thighs and her lips were kissing my upper thighs. The heat from her face was on my pussy lips and then her tongue stroked over them, pressing them apart. 

I almost screamed when she found my clit and sucked it out of its hood. She sucked it so hard I thought she was going to rip it from my body, but then she started licking it with snake-like flicks of her tongue; over and over and over until I crested in a loud cry. 

A wave went over me with such force that I lost the ability to breathe and yet she kept licking at me even as her fingers moved into me. Without a pause, she began pumping them as she rubbed her face into my clit. The second orgasm was even more intense than the first and the third more than that until I couldn't take it any more. I felt my head begin to spin and I lost the ability to function. I just gave in to the wonderful feeling that seemed to engulf me in heavenly bliss. 

Eventually, I became aware that she was kissing me and I tasted my juices for the fist time. I wanted to lick her face clean but it took a few seconds before I could. We held each other in a beautiful afterglow, rubbing into each other's bodies until I couldn't stand it any more. 

"I want you, Jenni," I said. 

"I'll make it easy for you," she said, getting up on her knees, with my head between her legs. Holding to the headboard, she guided my face to her wet pussy where I tasted for the first time, the sweet nectars of a woman. My fist kiss was quite tentative, but when she pressed her body into my lips, I knew exactly what to do. My tongue slid cleanly through her outer lips to open them to me. I licked, I sucked, I worshipped her wet pussy. I sucked her outer lips until they were so swollen I was afraid they would shut me away from her clit. When I found it at last, I sucked on it like a tiny cock, then licked at it hungrily. I couldn't wait to taste her first orgasm and I didn't have to wait long. When she started humping my face, I knew it was close and her whimpering groans became cries that I not stop, I lapped at her until she seemed to release a flood gate and her cum pulsed from deep within. I sucked every drop from her until she pulled away. If I had ever had a doubt, it existed no more. 

"I want more," I said. 

"So do I," she said, "but you're going to tire easily. We'll have time later, but don't forget that your sister or mother could come in and catch us and I don't think either of us is ready for that."

I smiled and kissed her. "I almost don't care. I love you so much."

"I'll get a cloth and clean you up," she said. "You smell like sex."

"Who? Me?" I asked, wishing the taste on my tongue could last forever. 

She cleaned me up and put some toothpaste on her finger to clean my teeth and freshen my breath. I sucked on her finger so hard she had to fight to get it away from me. 

"I think I should leave before your mother gets here," she said. 

"Please don't," I said. "Just get me back in my chair and out to the family room."

"Danni, I think she'll know or at least suspect."

"I'd never lie to my mother, Jenni, and I don't think I have to but she won't say anything while you're here. She's just not like that and she won't ask you to stay away or anything. Besides, it wouldn't make any difference. I never want to be away from you again."

Once I was back in the family room, she became "caregiver Jennifer," getting me fruit juice and a bagel, before going up to make my bed and straighten my room. When she came back, she was grinning. 

"Your bed smells like sex," she said.

"I'll sleep good tonight, then," I said. 

She was sitting on the couch, watching a talk show with me when Mom walked in. I could sense a feeling of apprehension when she first saw Jenni, but it vanished as fast as it appeared. 

"What an unexpected surprise to see you here," she said. 

"The agency called me at the last minute to fill in for Mrs. Thompson. She sounded really sick this morning."

"I hope it's just the twenty-four hour variety," Mom said. "The other type is just terrible. One of the girls at work has been off for almost a week with it."

I wanted to jump with joy at the thought of being with Jenni every day, but I didn't want to get my hopes too high. 

"Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?" Jennifer asked.

"No dear, I think we're all right for now. Will you be back tomorrow?"

"I won't know until I talk to the manager," Jenni said. "She may send Mrs. Thompson back if she's better."

That was something I didn't want and I hoped that Jenni would talk her manager out of it if she could. Life without Jenni in it even for one day would be terrible.

"Is there anything you need?" Mom asked after Jenni had left.

"Not a thing," I said. "Jenni did say that if she came back tomorrow, she would have dinner waiting for you when you came home if you told her what you wanted her to fix."

"That's not what she gets paid for, Danni," she said.

"Mom, Jennifer isn't like that. She even went in and straightened my room and made my bed up for me."

"Just don't take advantage of her," Mom said. "She's treated you extra special."

"Believe me, I know that," I replied. "All the time I was in the hospital she kept my bottom sheet tight so I wouldn't get sores and every single day I got a back rub."

"I wouldn' t mind one of those myself once in a while," she said. 

"When I get better, I'll give you a back rub every day," I promised. "It's the least I can do after all you've been through with me. "

"I look forward to that," she replied. "My back isn't as strong as it used to be."

If she was having any second thoughts about Jenni being there, she never expressed them that evening. When I went to bed, I slept to her scent and mine and I slept like an angel, with my hand on my pussy. 



Accidental Fantasy Ch. 03



I wasn't sure who would show up the next morning, so when Jennifer came in, I was thrilled, though I tried not to let my excitement show.

"Good morning, Mrs. Baker, morning Danni," she said, acting perfectly normal. "I hope you don't mind, but I stopped on the way here this morning and picked up some absolutely delicious Danish."

"I'm afraid I don't have time this morning, but thank you," Mom said. "Danni, don't forget your speech exercises this morning, and the van will be here a little after ten to take you to therapy. Dr. Winstead might drop in to see how your therapy is going."

"No problem, Mom," I said, "Jennifer can get me out to the van and work with me on my speech exercises. Will you be late tonight?"

"No dear, I turned down overtime for a while. It's just too much right now."

"Mrs. Baker, is there anything I can start for dinner?" Jennifer asked. 

"No dear," she said, "but you're welcome to stay if you wish. I've already ordered a family rib dinner from DeGracio's. It's one of Danni's favorites, and we always have extra."

"Please stay, Jennifer," I said. "Their ribs are to die for and their side dishes are made fresh right there at the restaurant."

I could tell that Jennifer wasn't sure whether she should stay or not, but she finally agreed just before Mom left for work.

"What do you suppose brought that on?" Jennifer asked. 

"Probably nothing at all," I replied. "She doesn't act as though she suspects anything."

"I hope not," Jennifer said. 

I wheeled over to her, intending to get her interested in some hot sex, but she turned me away. 

"No you don't," she said. "You're going to do your speech exercises first. Did you have your shower yet?"

"No," I lied. "I need help for that." "Nice try Danni, but I was watching your eyes. You lied to me, girl."

I shrugged and smiled up at her. "You can't blame a girl for trying."

"Come on, let's get this over with before the van gets here."

We had just finished up the exercises and Jennifer was brushing my hair when Mom came walking in the door.

"I have to have some reports I left on my nightstand," she said. "I can take you to therapy and the van will bring you home."

"Awesome," I said, grateful that Jennifer had been the stronger one.

"Can I help get her in the car?" Jennifer asked.

"Sure," Mom said. "I'd appreciate that."

When she was putting me in the car, she whispered to me, "That's one point for us," she said, grabbing my breast.

As we were driving to the therapy center, Mom asked me about Jennifer. "Do you like Jennifer better than Mrs. Thompson?"

"I wouldn't say that, Mom. I think it's just that Jenni is closer to my age. She challenges me more too. She doesn't do anything for me that she thinks I can do for myself."

"That's important," she said. "Did you do your speech exercises?"

"Are you kidding? She had me doing them just a few minutes after you left. She even threw in some extra stuff too and I liked that. We just finished a few minutes before you got there and she was getting me ready to leave when you came in"

"She seems to like to brush your hair for you," Mom said. 

"I love it when she does that. Remember when you used to do that? It's such a great feeling."

"I remember," she said. "I guess it's been a while though."

"That's okay," I said. "You're doing everything by yourself. I guess I can do my own hair if I have too."

"I'm worried that you'll become too attached to her, Danni. We won't need her more than a week or two longer."

"I had those same thoughts, Mom, but I have a feeling we're going to still be tight after she leaves. She's getting to be kind of like a big sister to me. What would you say about me going on vacation with her this summer?"

"That's a bit premature to talk about, Danni. Is she trying to talk you into that?"

"She doesn't even know I'm thinking about it. I saw a vacation brochure she was reading for Colorado and I started thinking about how much fun it would be. I'd still go on vacation with you, of course, but it's obvious that I won't be able to work through the summer this year so why not give you some time to yourself? I've never been out west."

"I'd have to give a lot of thought to that, Danni. I don't have a right to stop you any more now that you're over eighteen, but I just wonder if that's such a good idea."

"Just take some time to think about it, Mom. Like I said, I haven't mentioned it to her and I'm not even sure that's where she's going."

"Just be careful not to make any promises or commitments until you're a hundred percent sure it's what you want for yourself."

"Before I do anything, I'll talk it over with you," I promised. 

When I got home, Jenni came out to meet the van. She wheeled me into the house and right into the bedroom. 

"We don't have a lot of time," she said. "It took longer at therapy that usual."

She helped me to stand and we ripped our clothes off as fast as possible. There wasn't time for foreplay this time and I didn't need any. I'd been thinking about her all the way home. To save time, we quickly moved into a sixty-nine, attacking each other's pussies like mad women. It must have sounded like a full fledged cat fight to anyone that could have heard, what with all the moans and mewling, the cries when one bit the other, and coarse language. That house had never heard the word fuck before and we were using it a lot to describe our emotions. The orgasms were quick, hard, and loud and memorable. We drove into each other with tongues, fingers and teeth. It was the first time I'd ever done a 69 with a woman, and I loved it, but strangely enough, I felt that I was left wanting for some reason. Fast sex is all right, I guess, but no where near as satisfying as slow, passionate build up to a mind blowing orgasm.

We showered, dressed, stripped the bed and made it, straightened the room, sprayed with room fresh and were reading in the family room when Mom came home. Little did she know that my pussy was still quivering even as we talked. 

That night, I'd been in bed about an hour, writing in my journal, when I heard a light tap on my door. I knew it had to be Mom, so of course, I told her to come in.

She was wearing some lightweight summer pajama shorts, a tee shirt without a bra, and the fuzzy slippers I'd given her for Christmas. To my surprise, she came over, and slid into bed next to me.

"Mom, I'm naked under here."

"I've seen it all before," she said. 

"Yeah, but not since I got breasts," I reminded her. 

"Yes I have," she said. "Don't you remember showering together at the lodge last year?"

"Oh yeah. That freaked me out too. So what's going on?"

"I can't sleep, Danni," she said. 

"Why not?"

"I've got something on my mind and I can't get past it. Do you remember how we used to lay in bed and talk all night?"

"Sure but I was a kid then."

"Can we pretend you're still a kid Danni? Can we just turn off the light and talk?"

"Sure," I said, pretty sure that I knew where this was going and wishing Jennifer was with me for support. 

After turning off the light, I turned on my side and snuggled into her with my head on her arm. The heat of her body on mine sent some very improper thoughts racing through my mind, which I quickly forced away. 

"So what's up Mom? Why the cozy time all of a sudden?" I asked. 

She started kissing my hair while she played with my fingertips. "It's terribly hard to be the mother of young woman now, Danni, and I just hope I'm doing a good job."

"Of course you are Mom," I assured her. "I'm not pregnant, I don't have an illegitimate child, I'm not a drunk or a dopie, and I'm not promiscuous. That didn't just happen. I had a great roll model and a mother I'm seriously proud of."

"Thanks honey, but I got to wondering why you don't date much."

"Mom, I was in a long relationship with Kobie until we just decided that we wanted different things in life. We're still good friends. I dated some others, but I'm not a party girl and it's been quite a while since I've met anyone that even interested me."

"Does Jennifer have a boyfriend or anything?" she asked. 

"Oh, oh, here we go," I thought to myself. 

"I don't know," I said. "I don't think so. At least she never mentioned one."

"It's possible she doesn't have any interest in men," she said. 

"I don't know," I lied, "but don't forget, she's studying and going to college nights to get her RN."

She lay quietly for a while, stroking my face and arm. It was the closest physical contact we'd had for years and I felt so much love, I fought back an urge to cry. 

"Do you think Jennifer is a lesbian?" There, I just decided to put it out there.

"I'm not sure," she said. "I guess I was wondering that myself."

"What if she is?" I asked. "Does that change anything?"

"It might," she said. 

"In what way?"

"Danni, I hope I'm not going to screw this up, but I have a very strong feeling that she has seduced my daughter." 

SHAZAM. There it is, right out in the open. I'm busted and I don't have anyone to turn to.

"Why would you say that?" I asked.

"Danni, I've known you since you slipped from my body. There is very little I don't see. When she was caring for you in the hospital, I saw a change in a very short time in the way she looked at you, the way she spoke to you, and the way she stroked your face and hair. It was very obvious that she was falling in love with you almost from the start. It wasn't that she was inappropriate; it was the tenderness she showed. I kept waiting for her to kiss you and it almost frightened me. You're so beautiful it didn't surprise me that she would love you, only not in a sexual way."

"You never said anything about it, Mom. Why not?"

"I really don't know," she said. "For a while, I guess I was in denial, but I don't know. I could have gotten a different nurse and I didn't. I think I just appreciated the way she cared for you, and I guess it never occurred to me that you might fall in love with her as well."

"Are you saying you think that I'm in love with her?" I asked. 

"Honey, I've watched you when she comes into the house. I watched the way your eyes seemed to glow with love and the way your face took on a different complexion. It's a look that only a woman who has loved and been loved would recognize."

"I don't know what to say, Mom." 

"You don't have to say anything, honey. It would be nice to know what your feelings for her are but it really doesn't matter. I guess I just wanted to let you know that I know and I guess I understand in a way. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet though."

"I think I fell in love with her almost the second I saw her," I said, "but I didn't want to, and even when I kind of knew, I didn't want to admit it. There's never been a woman before, just men and it confused me and sort of frightened me. Sometimes when she was bathing me she'd caress me so tenderly. It wasn't necessarily an obvious sexual caress, but it seemed sexual to me and I couldn't figure it out. I decided it was just lust or sexual frustration or something but when she wasn't there, my heart ached so much it hurt."

"I wish you'd spoken to me," she said. 

"I couldn't speak yet and I don't know how I'd approach you about something like that anyway."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," she said. 

"Oh but you were, Mom. You've always been there for me...always."

"Have you been intimate with her?" she asked. 

"Yeah Mom, I have," I admitted. "I'm sorry if I've hurt you or disappointed you in any way, but I can't deny my feelings for her."

For a few seconds, there was nothing said. When she did speak, it broke my heart.

"Does this mean I will never have a grand child?" she asked, and I felt her tears on my shoulder and back.

I quickly turned over to take her in my arms. "Please don't cry, Mom. You know as well as I do that things change, people change, and life changes us. I'm still a young woman and there are a lot of unanswered questions." 

Her tears never slowed, even when I kissed them away. "Oh god, please don't cry. I love you so much."

"First your sister and now you," she said. . 

I'd completely forgotten that my older sister and only sibling could never bear children and her husband absolutely refused to consider adoption. I had hurt my mother beyond words. I might as well have put a knife in her heart. It has been her dream to have grandchildren and now her dream had died, at least for now.

For the longest time, we just held on for dear life, sharing a loving bond that was priceless. 

"Mom, I promise that no matter what happens, you will have grandchildren," I said.

She didn't reply for a few seconds, but when she did, my heart bloomed with a joy I'd never known before. 

"If you and Jennifer are going to try to make this work, you'll need all the support you can get, Danni. I won't lie to you and say I'm overjoyed but all I ever wanted was your happiness and if this is direction it takes, than I will be happy for you and love you both."

"I don't know what to say," I said. "I only know that I love her more than any man I've ever known, and I believe she loves me the same way. I don't have any idea what's going to happen but just knowing that you're there and we can talk openly with you means so much to me.

"I think I'm taking tomorrow off to be with my daughter when she tells her lover that she is a part of us. I want her to know that she damned well better take care of you or I'll rip those pretty tits right off her body."

"MOM," I yelled. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"From the woman that bore you, raised you and loves you so very much. No one, man or woman hurts my girls without hurting me and I'm not the kind to stand there and take it."

We talked until the wee hours of the morning and fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning, I anxiously awaited Jennifer's arrival. At breakfast, we'd discussed how Jennifer was going to learn of Mom's acceptance and I decided that I wanted Mom to be the one to tell her, even though I knew that she was going to make Jennifer sweat first. 

When Jennifer arrived, I was sitting in the living room waiting for her. She put her book on the table and came to kiss me but I shook my head. 

"Mom wants to see us in the kitchen," I said, concealing the excitement I felt.

"Oh shit," she said. "I was afraid of this. How did she find out?"

"I told her," I said. "I told you I could never lie to my mother."

"Oh my god, I'm so busted. Now what do I do with that education? No one will hire me with this in my file."

"We might as well go talk to her. Putting it off isn't going to change anything."

She rolled me into the kitchen, where Mom sat, reading a book."

"You wanted to see me, Mrs. Baker?" Jennifer asked.

"Indeed I do, Jennifer." Mom said. "Do you deny that you seduced my daughter?"

"I guess I can't," Jennifer said. "Are you filing a complaint with the nursing department?"

"Why would you do a thing like that, Jennifer. Didn't you realize that she was not a lesbian? Didn't you realize the possible ramifications of your actions?"

"Yes ma'am," she said, "but I never intended for it to get out of control like this. I fell head-over--heals in love with Danni almost immediately and I really can't explain it."

"So you don't deny your part in this development then?" Mom asked.

"No ma'am, and I can honestly tell you that I'm not ashamed of how I feel about her."

"What do you think, Danni, have I made her squirm long enough?"

"I think so, but she'll have to come over here and kiss me or I won't let you stop."

"What's going on?" Jennifer asked. "I don't understand."

"Mom knows everything, Jenni and she's given us her blessing."

"Oh my god," she said, as tears flowed down her cheeks. "Oh my god, you're kidding, right?"

"No, Jenni, I'm not kidding. We had a long talk last night and again this morning. She just wants me to be happy and I told her that my happiness was being with you."

"Understand that there are going to be some problems with this relationship," Mom said. You'll have to be very discrete unless you're willing to be openly gay and I wouldn't advise that at this point."

"As long as we can be together, I don't care," Jennifer said. "We can be discrete. That's not a problem. No one knows about us but you. I wasn't a lesbian before so there's no warning flag hanging over my head. We've both dated guys recently so we might not have a problem. Oh my god, Danni, I'm so happy."

She came over to kiss me, and then she went to embrace Mom. 

"I'm going to be watching you both," Mom said, "so no game playing. If you're going to be messing around here, be sure you close your door tight and keep the phone close by just in case. I'd also suggest you lock the front door from now on."

We talked for quite a while about the problems we might face and the challenges as a couple, not just as a gay couple. Jennifer told Mom that she wanted to keep it the way it was for a while at least to give us a chance to grow the relationship. Mom suggested we keep it low key until my rehab was complete and I was able to go back to work. Jennifer said it would be hard to do sleepovers anyway because of her workload and school.

"Now," Mom said, "I have to be at the office at noon so you can lock up tight and celebrate but please clean up after yourselves and you might burn a candle to keep the air fresh in your room." 

The instant the front door closed, I stood with my arms out. We held to each other, bawling like babies, but they were tears of pure joy. Eventually, I had to drop back into the chair. 

"Oh my god, Danni, I was so scared," she said. "I'm still shaking, but I don't know if it's relief or happiness. God, it happened so fast. One minute I'm peeing my pants in fear and the next minute I'm floating in the clouds."

"I know," I said. "Can you believe it? We talked almost all night long. She scared me when she came in and climbed into bed with me. I was stark naked. She was so cool about it though. We talked, we cried, we hugged each other like we haven't done for years. I think we got so much closer last night."

"Did she warn you about me or anything?" she asked.

"No, but she warned me that this might all be about the sex and if it is, it isn't going to last long."

"She's right, Danni," she said. "It's something that frightens me a little, because I just don't know."

"Jenni, there's no way to predict that. Just remember that a lesbian relationship is like any other relationship. It takes hard work, communication understanding and honesty to make it work. I guess we have to ask ourselves if we're ready for that, and to tell you the truth, I don't know."

""So where do we go from here?" she asked. 

"Right this minute, I want you naked next to me," I said. "I want to make love in a way we'll both remember for ever."

"I'd like that too," she said, as she came to wheel me into the bedroom.

We were naked and on the bed in just few seconds. For what seemed like forever, we stared into each other's eyes, softly caressing every inch of flesh we could reach as our libidos went out of sight.

"I want to make love to every inch of you," she said. "I want to bring you to the most explosive orgasm you've ever know, and then I want to do it again and again."

"Make love to me," I said, "but do it slow. Drive me insane with need before you make me come. We have all day and I want to make it a day of celebration and joy."

She began with my toes, moving slowly up my calves to lick behind my knees. I'd never known the knees were one of my erotic zones and she made me purr with happiness before she slowly moved up my thighs, kissing, sucking, nipping, licking all the way up until I wanted her to take me but she moved around my hips and over my mons, then up to my navel before moving back to my mons again. Then she rolled me to my stomach and started at my heels again. By the time she reached my cheeks, I was whimpering like a hungry kitten. 




Accidental Fantasy Ch. 03



She kissed and licked her way over my cheeks and into my crease, then she moved to my other cheek and licked her way back to my crease. He tongue started at the top of my crease, and slowly slid through my crease to swirl gently around my anus, then move down over my perineum to just shy of my pussy, now wet and wanting. 

I wanted her so bad by that time but she was nowhere near done torturing me. She moved her tongue up slowly to once again rim my anus, move up my crease, then slide it back down to probe at the tender flesh around the opening. She spread my cheeks wide and probed into me over and over again until I felt my anus relax to allow her tongue to enter me, pressing in deeper and deeper until her lips were on my anus and her tongue was completely in me. 

I almost came just from that, but then I felt her fingers on my thighs begin to move upward. With her tongue still attacking my anus, her fingers moved over my very wet pussy lips, massaging them slowly as they worked their way up to spread my slit open with maddeningly slow circles. 

She suddenly flipped me over and shoved two fingers deep in my pussy so fast that I almost screamed. My hips were way off the bed but then she pulled her fingers out and forced my knees over my chest to lift my pussy and anus high into the air. She dove into my pussy, sucking, biting, nipping at clit and pussy until I was getting so close that I never stopped mewling. 

She kept me on that high plain until I was begging her to let me cum. Even then, she wouldn't let me finish until she stopped sucking on me and left me near tears. I screamed at her and begged her for completion but she wouldn't even acknowledge my demand. I could barely stand the strain my body was under as the elusive orgasm worked at destroying me completely. Then she bent and sucked my clit into her teeth and bit it. 

All I could do was close my eyes and hang on for dear life, the bedding knotted in my hands, my hips high over the bed as my body imploded. I knew exactly when my spine twisted into a spiral and when my anus turned itself inside out. Unfortunately, I can't tell you much else about what happened because my mind left my body completely and I got lost in a darkness I'd never known.

I returned from outer space to the sound of her voice trying to tell me that I had to come back now. I felt soft lips raining kisses down on my face, a tender hand caressing me and a warm body wrapped around me.

The next thing I knew, a beautiful angel was over me, smiling down on me and I knew I was in heaven by the glow that filled me with love.

"Hi," I finally whispered. "Welcome to my corner of heaven."

"You haven't reached heaven, angel girl. That was just a short shuttle trip to let you sample one of the many pleasures on your journey."

"I might have to cancel the reservation," I said. "I may not be strong enough to make the trip."

"That's why you start with a short trip, sweetie. You have to build your strength with lots of trial runs."

For a few minutes I just rested. I was covered with sweat and it felt like I had a small lake under my ass. 

"Did someone have sex in this room?" I asked. "I smell sex."

"Maybe" she said. 

"I need a shower and some clean bedding. If this bed is as wet as it feels, we may have to go buy a new mattress."

"You are indeed a woman of bountiful fluids," she said. "I felt like you peed in my face one time."

"No wonder my mouth is so dry," I said, as I struggled to get out of bed. 

"Get your ass in here and clean up your mess," I told her as I headed for the shower. 

We showered together, which took nearly an hour due to frequent interruptions for passionate moments as well as some very sexual play, in which I was mostly the aggressor because my pussy was too sensitive to allow contact. 

Sitting at the kitchen table, drinking glass after glass of juice to replenish my fluids, I suddenly realized something wasn't right. 

"Wait a minute," I said. "Didn't you tell me you were a lesbian virgin before you met me?"

"So?"

"So how do you explain your level of skill as demonstrated by the way you systematically reduced my entire body to a puddle of cum and a shell of a woman?"

She smiled and came to kiss me. "Secret training program," she said.

"Training program? What training progam?"

She pulled me closer, kissed me several times and whispered to me. 

"Did you enjoy getting your ass licked? I got that from a lesbian support group. How about the way I kept you right on the edge? I got that from a web site. It's amazing how much information is available to a woman that's bi-curious. "

"So you cheated," I said. "I can't compete with that."

"It's not a competition, honey,"

"I know, but I want to make love to you just as good as that or better."

"And you will, honey. You just have to practice, practice, practice."

"You're so not funny," I said. "You'll probably leave me after the first time."

"It won't be your first time, Danni," she reminded me.

"Yeah, it will. What happened before was just a maniac fuck fest. We just wanted a quick release and that's good sometimes but that's not making love."

"Honey I could never leave you," she said.

I pulled her to me and gazed into those beautiful gray-green eyes as my heart did flip flops. 

"I have no intention of letting you," I said. "So just get used to having me in your life and your bed."

"Speaking of beds, I understand that there is one just a few steps away where the most beautiful girl in the world sleeps. Trouble is that it's empty and so are the arms of the woman that loves her."

"Easily remedied," I said. "The girl that sleeps there just happens to be headed that way and she's looking for an absolutely gorgeous woman with empty arms."

"Why in the world would she want to be with her? What could she possibly be planning on doing with her?"

"I do believe the poor gorgeous woman is going to be tortured until she can't stop coming."

"If we hurry, maybe someone will save her." She said.

"I'm afraid she hasn't a chance. The beautiful girl has some special plans to make her want to stay there."

When we got to the bedroom, we put a new bottom sheet on the bed and arranged the pillows. I intended to make her remember this day, even if I did have to cheat to get it done.



Accidental Fantasy Ch. 04



All the time Jennifer and I were talking, I was working on my plan. She had a big advantage over me since I hadn't been aware of her so called training program. Not that I was complaining about the results, but if my efforts to give her a memorable day were to succeed, I'd need some help and fast. Code word...toys.

I may have mentioned that I had some toys, but not the fact that I have a collection in a box under my bed. Almost every month for a long time, I'd been buying toys on line and having them held for pickup. Since I got the mail every day, I simply took the card out of the stack before Mom got home, and picked them up the next day. 

Mom probably knew what was in the box but I doubt that she checked it or she would have freaked...or asked to borrow one to "make sure it worked." Believe me, they all worked. The batteries all had to be removed so they were stored in my computer desk in a box marked "power supplies."

So anyway, by the time we headed for my room, my plan was set and I was ready. 

She said she had to go to the bathroom first so I had time to grab some toys and hide them either under my pillow or in the nightstand drawer before she came out. I went after she was done and when I came out, I looked to see if my pillow had been moved. She was sitting on the bed, with her feet tucked under her, holding one of my favorite vibes in her hand. 

"Is this for me?" she asked.

"No," I said. "I just forgot it was under my pillow."

She turned it on and held it to her nipple. "Oh I like that," she said. "Maybe you could demonstrate."

"And maybe not," I said, dropping to the bed."Scoot over," I said, smacking her leg.

"Say please and promise to use it on me," she said.

"How about if I just said, "See ya, and left?"

"You know you won't baby. You want me so bad right now, and you know it. Look at this pink pussy," she said, spreading her legs and leaning back. 

"Watch what happens when I put my fingers in there. Oh, my goodness, it swallowed them. Maybe I don't need you after all."

I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward me so I could roll on top of her. She could easily thrown me if she hadn't been laughing so hard until I reached back and pushed my finger against her anus and rubbed it. 

Instant submission. 

Before she had time to think about it, I grabbed the toy from her and rolled off. She rolled over and I started kissing her. As the kisses intensified, our tongues met and the dance began amid a chorus of mewling and moaning. 

Her nipple was wrapped in my fingers, as I rolled it back and forth and pinched. She seemed to love it when I did that or when I pulled them away from her and twisted them. Taking the other one in my mouth, I sucked hard several times before taking it in my teeth, nipping at it and biting it. I pulled both nipples away from her and with my teeth still locked around her, I mumbled, "Do you want these?"

"Oh my god," she said. "Please,"

She yelped when I finally released the one in my teeth but when I wrapped my mouth over her breast and sucked, she could only moan in pleasure.

With her nipple still in my mouth, I moved my hand down to cup her sex while my finger flirted with her wet lips. She spread her legs wider as I pushed into her. 

"Are you going to behave now?" I asked pushing it in as far as I could get it.

"No," she said.

"Good," I said, sliding down between her legs. 

I left my finger in her but slipped my tongue into her slit and licked up and down with my tongue flat to get her clit aroused. Then I used my thumb to open her up more and flicked my tongue over her clit several times. Licking and sucking, I pushed a second finger into her and started a steady rhythm of strokes.

She almost screamed when I threw the toy toward the chair. "What the hell? Aren't you going to use it?"

"No," I said. "I told you I wouldn't."

"Please?" 

I didn't answer and I stopped doing anything at all while I moved up to reach into the drawer, palming my 'when-all-else-fails" vibe, a tiny thing just over three inches long and a half inch thick, it has a clit destroying vibration that never fails.

I leaned over and kissed her. "Are you ready to cum?"

"Yes, oh god yes," she said. 

"Are you sure?"

"Please make me cum, honey, I'm so ready."

"Okay, but you have to keep your eyes open and look me right in the eyes when you come, or I won't let you."

She opened her eyes wide, and with my eyes gazing into the beautiful orbs, I reached down and put my friend against her, rubbing it in to make sure it was directly in contact with her clit.

"Ready?"

"Don't tease me honey," she begged 

I tapped it against her clit and she threw her hands down to get a fist full of bedding but I stopped. 

"You closed your eyes," I said.

"Oh, god, don't," she said.

Open your eyes, Jenni," I said, and once she had them wide open, I put it back and watched as her mouth flew open, her head jerked back and the bedding came up, but I stopped just long enough to make her look at me with an almost frightened look before I put it there and held it while rubbing it up and down at the same time.

She threw her hands to my hair first and then my shoulders. Her eyes got real big and rolled back into her head and she fought to lift her body up. I knew the instant she came because even more noticeable than the scream was the pain as her nails dug pieces out of my back.

I finally let her come down and for a second, I thought she'd passed out. Her arms dropped to the bed, her eyes closed and drool seeped from her mouth. Her body shuddered between convulsive spasms and wave after wave of spasms went through her thigh muscles. 

She wasn't going to ever forget that orgasm, I knew. 

I held her to me, running my fingers through her hair as I whispered to her of how much I loved her and how I wanted her next to me forever, until I felt her body just collapse into me. 

I continued talking as I bathed her with a cool cloth, stopping to wipe cum from her pussy so I could suck it from my fingers. Then I lay down next to her and waited for her to recover. 

Just lying next to her, watching the steady rise and fall of her breasts was such a beautiful thing to do. That's what I was doing when she took my hand in hers. I lifted it to my lips and kissed her hand and fingers over and over as I waited for her to look at me.

"Open your eyes honey," I said. 

"I don't want to," she said. "It's nice in here."

I kissed her several times on her face and lips. "It's absolutely beautiful out here," I said. "The most amazingly beautiful woman is lying here naked and I love her."

She opened her eyes and tipped her face to me. "Prove you love me," she said. 

I spent a long time proving it with kisses and caresses.

"What the hell?" she asked, taking her arms from around me. "Oh my god, Danni, you're bleeding!"

The insides of both of her arms were covered in blood...my blood.

I went into the bathroom and tried to wipe it away but couldn't reach it. That problem was solved when she took the cloth from me.

"Your back is covered with blood, honey. It might hurt a little, but I've got to clean you up before I can do anything."

I gritted my teeth and winced a couple of times as she bathed me from my hips to my neck. She threw the bloody cloth into the sink and started patting me dry.

"Honey, I need some bandages of some kind," she said. 

"In the drawer," I said, pointing to the top drawer in my vanity.

She rinsed the cloth, cleaned me up again and patted it dry. She blew her hot breath over me before applying the bandages, and turned me around to hold me. She had tears in her eyes and I found myself crying because of it.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," she said, with her head on my chest. 

I pushed her head back and looked into her eyes. "Look at me, Jenni. I'm fine," 

I said, only lying a little bit. It hurt like hell.

I kissed her and we held on to each other, kissing everywhere we could reach. 

She kissed the bandages, and my back, and we went back to strip the bed. The bloody sheet and cloth were dropped into cold water in the tub to soak and we put clean sheets on the bed. She changed the pillowcase as well when we found some stains on one corner.

"What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Well, you can love me forever," I said, "and you can kiss me and then you can stop beating yourself up."

"It's just that..."

"Stop," I said, kissing her again and again. "Honey, I'm fine. I shouldn't have done that to you."

"No, you shouldn't have," she said. "Now I'll want it ever time."

"Special occasions only," I said. "I call that my 'when-all-else-fails' toy."

"It's so fast," she said. 

"I know. It scared the hell out of me the first time," I told her."What else are you keeping from me? She asked.

"Oh, you'd be surprised, my little pretty one. One by one, they will be revealed and each and every one will give you yet another orgasm."

"I hope you have a lot then," she said.

I just smiled and kissed her.

She glanced at the clock and pushed me toward the shower. "Let's go," she said. "You have speech therapy in fifteen minutes and your mom will be home in a couple of hours. 

We showered together but she wouldn't let me play. We dressed and she did a wheelie getting me over to the computer for speech therapy.

"This is stupid," I said. "You and Mom have no problem understanding me, so why do we have to spend all this time repeating shit."

"We understand you, Danni, but we're used to the way you beat up the language. To the rest of the world you sound like you have a combination of hair lips and retardation. Besides, I found a way to change things up the other day. Before you start each day, we can type in a word you're having problems with, and the computer will focus on that sound combination."

"Whatever," I said. 

Mom came in and went to the laundry room, where she stripped off panties, blouse and bra, wrapping a towel around her top to go to her room. I heard her mumble something and the next thing I heard was,

"Did one of you cut yourselves? There's blood on this pillowcase that didn't come out."

"No, Mom, we didn't cut ourselves."

"Danielle Jeanine, what happened?"

"It was my fault Mrs. Baker," Jennifer said.

"It wasn't anyone's fault Mom, it just happened that's all."

She came in to where we were working. "Exactly what was it that happened?"

"I need to trim my nails, Mrs. Baker. I'm sorry."

"I'm not sure I want to hear any more," Mom said.

"Did you put any antiseptic on it, or any mellsporin cream?"

"I didn't know what to do," Mrs. Baker. "I cleaned it real good and put bandages on them."

"There's more than one?" she asked.

"A few," I said, "But they'll be all right in a day or two."

"Take that shirt off and get into my bathroom."

"MOM," I yelled, I'm not wearing a bra."

"Too bad," she said. "Cover yourself up but get in there. Jennifer, you too."

Jennifer damned near laughed when I peeled my shirt off to leaving my breasts swinging in the breeze so to speak.

We went to her bathroom and she got the medicine box out of the closet.

"Jennifer, I've got a job for you that you'll love. Cover miss modesty's breasts you're your hands so she can raise her arms. Honest to god, you two are going to be the death of me yet."

Jennifer smiled and cupped my breasts but the bitch kept playing with my nipples the whole time and I couldn't make a sound.

"Danni, did you tell her what I said about hurting my girl?"

"She said if you hurt me she'd rip your pretty tits off." I said.

"You told her about my tits?" she yelled.

"Right down to your special spot," I lied. 

"Danni," she yelled. 

"Sorry, she asked and I can't lie to her." I said.

"Liar," Mom said. "I never asked you."

I don't think Mom even realized that the towel had slipped and her hooters were bare.

As we left her room, Jenni covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.

"Stop it," I said, but I was about to lose it too. I hadn't seen my mother's breasts in years and I guess I just didn't remember how beautiful and firm they were. 

"You can drool all you want," I said, "but if you so much as touch one at all, you're ass is mine."

"Danni," she said, "I could never do that. She's like my mother to be or something like that. Besides, yours are almost as cute." She laughed and ducked away to avoid my fist against her arm.

"Aren't you supposed to be leaving now, you witch."

She ran over to pick up her things, but I knocked her to the couch and kissed her so hard it hurt. "I don't want you to go," I said.

"I know," she said, kissing me, "but you know the rules. Besides, I've got to study for a test. If we're going to be living together any time soon, we've got to be ready to pay the bills. Once I get my degree, we'll be all right, but for now, we've got to watch our money."

"I'll be able to work in about three months," I said, "at least that's what the doctor said." 

"You've got enough to worry about sweetheart. Let me worry about the money. I've got to talk to your mom about that too, but let's wait a week. You just focus on your therapy."

"I love you," I said, trying not to get all teary-eyed.

"I love you so much, Danni. Let's work hard to make your mom proud of us. That's the least we can do after what she's done for us."

She waved a weak good bye on her way out and I dropped onto the recliner. 

"Don't go all sullen on me," Mom said, as she walked into the room. 

"I won't," I said. "I just have to get used to her walking out that door and It's not going to be easy."

"I hope you two got a good laugh out of my accident," she said. "I didn't even know they were hanging out." 

"We didn't laugh," I said, but then I smiled and added. "Not much anyway. You should be proud of those things, Mom. You have beautiful breasts."

"Aren't you the smooth one," she said. 

"I'm not kidding Mom," I said, "they are."

"Whatever," she said," exaggerating the word for effect.

"I really do love her, Mom."

"I know you do, honey. I like her a lot. I like the way she makes you smile."

Lying in bed later, I talked to 'Jennifer The Pillow' until I fell asleep.



Accidental Fantasy Ch. 05



Jennifer was right on several counts. We did have to show Mom that she could be proud of us and we absolutely had to have a plan. The sex had been fantastic but if that's all we had, we had nothing at all.

That night, as I did my journal entries, I took a few minutes to take a look at myself, not physically but as a person. I hadn't worked in months and I was still facing at least three months of idleness. Eventually, insurance would compensate me for my lost time, etc, etc. but that did literally nothing to advance career or personal goals. It was time for some specific steps, a course of action if you will. 

The next morning, I told Jennifer that I wanted to do my speech therapy right away and I wanted her to start getting tough with me.

"What brought this on," she asked. 

"You," I replied. "You made me think last night that if we have any chance to make it as a couple, we have to start with a plan and I realized that I didn't have a plan for myself. Without that, we can have no plan as a couple."

"So?"

"So I'm working on one and one of the first things I have to do is to be able to speak clearly and distinctly. I'm assessing my career goals and how to get there too. I can't just sit on my ass for three months, Jenni. I have to have a purpose and a plan of action. I know you said to relax and let you worry about our financial goals but that's not realistic. If I can't work, there must be other things I can do."

"Have you been reading my mind?" she said. "I stopped at the school last night to turn in some papers and I saw a brochure on her desk. It was about rehabilitative educational opportunities and Danni, the state will pay for whole thing. She told me she has eleven people in her classes right now and she has no doubt that you'll qualify for college study funds. Their whole goal is to get you to be productive again. You have to face one fact Danni. There's no way to know your eventual physical condition. I'm not trying to be negative, just honest. You're doing great right now and there's no reason to assume that you won't be a hundred percent but there is no guarantee. You can't do your job without doing a lot of standing and walking so now is the time to give yourself some options."

I was speechless. How could I not have even considered that I might be handicapped or more? The injuries had been traumatic and extensive. A year from now, two years, ten years, how do you plan for the 'just in case' factor?

"Danni?"

"Sorry, I guess I zoned out there for a minute. Do they have someone at the school like a counselor or something?"

Her face brightened and she kissed me. "Her name is Dr. Grodney. She's awesome. Oh baby, I'm so proud of you right now, I could burst. I love you so damned much."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I said. "Now are you going to help me with speech or just stand there looking beautiful? I've got therapy in just over an hour."

I drove myself so hard at therapy that my therapist told me I had to slow down or risk muscle damage. I had goals now and by god, I was going to walk without stumbling all over, wobbling, or limping if I could help it. When he handed me a cane, I almost told him to shove it up his ass but when he showed me how to use it just to help my balance and coordination, I accepted it. It wasn't as easy to use as I thought but it really did help. 

When I got home, my smart assed girlfriend/nurse/lover said she'd buy some condoms so I could use it as a dildo. 

Our lovemaking that day was less frenetic and more enjoyable. She spent a great deal of time on foreplay, making love to my breasts, one after the other, until I was so wet I felt like I should be floating. Instead of diving into my clit, she licked, kissed and caressed my thighs, pausing here and there to nip at some flesh and hold it in her teeth. When she licked over me, it was slow and sensual, dragging her flat tongue over my labia until they were puffy and sensitive.

She spread me open and blew her hot breath over my clit several times before she pressed her tongue into me in her special way, forcing it into a very sensitive spot just below my clit until I was so far gone that nothing could reverse the path of the oncoming orgasm. Just before I came, she slid a long dildo into me and slowly made love to me. My orgasm wasn't a powerful one, it was a beautiful one. I slid so gently over the top that it was only with a slight quiver that I came. It was beautiful. I returned the favor with the same slow paced love making, gently bringing her to the brink, to take her over the top with two fingers and my lips.

""We'd better change these bandages," she said, as she caressed me. I winced as she pulled off the bandages, and again when she applied the cream before replacing them.

"There, that should do it," she said, but her voice sounded funny. I turned around in time to catch her wiping at her eyes. I grabbed her and pulled her to me, holding her so hard I thought I'd crush her.

"Will you stop that, honey? Please? It wasn't your fault, and they will heal."

"I can't help it, Danni," she said. "You can't see what I did to you."

"I don't care, sweetie, I really don't. I love you too much to worry about it."

She went to wash her face and I got up to straighten the bedding.

When we got on the bed, I started fondling her breasts. "We don't have time," she said. "You're mom will be home in just over an hour and we have to clean up in here."

"Too bad," I said. "I want more." 

I reached in the drawer to get the two vibrators I'd placed there just in case as we moved into a sixty-nine.

She tasted so damned good that I kept licking and sucking until she was squirming all over the place. I had just pushed the vibe into her when we heard the garage door open. 

She jumped off of me and pulled me to my feet. "GO," she commanded, pushing me to the shower.

We didn't have time to really shower so we wiped soapy foam through our pussies and rinsed off. We pulled on our clothes without bras or panties and more or less made the bed. A quick spray of room freshener and we were on our way to the living room.

Mom smiled when she came in like the cat that ate the canary, but she didn't say anything. .

"I've got dinner if you're interested," she said. 

"Sure," we said. 

We went to have some cavatina from Rediccio's restaurant and some ooey gooey French bread to go with it full of herbed butter and sun dried tomatoes.

As we shared some tiramisu later, Mom said the words that sent me into a tailspin.

"Jennifer, we have to talk about next week," she said. "The insurance company called and they may not pay your wages after this week. We can go after the other insurance but can we justify it if they file an appeal?" 

"I won't be here during the day any more after tomorrow anyway," she said. 

I excused myself, went into the bathroom and proceeded to fall apart. Of course we knew that it had to happen sooner or later, but we hadn't discussed it or anything and I wasn't prepared for it. I choked back some tears and fought to maintain control but I didn't have a chance. 

Mom thought I was throwing up so she came to check on me. "Are you all right?" she asked.

"She didn't even talk with me about it." 

"She hadn't planned on telling me that until tomorrow night. Talk to her. She's really hurting too. She could have said it better but she can't help it. She has to go back to work at the hospital to pay her rent. I can't afford to keep paying her."

I finally washed my face and went back out. She was in the living room with her back to me. I walked over and wrapped my arms around her and just held on for dear life. "I'm sorry, Danni. I didn't mean to say it like that, I really didn't. I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I didn't intend to say anything till tomorrow evening but..."

"Mom says you have to go back to work," I said.

"I can't pay my rent if I don't," she said. "You're mom can't pay me after this week."

"When am I ever going to see you?" I asked. "You go to school almost every night and you have to study too. Are you trying to say we have to break up?"

She spun around like a top. "No, honey, oh god no. Never. Danni, I love you. I could never hurt you like that. Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry if you thought that I..."

I think the pressure had been building for so long that when the dam burst it was like the Grand Canyon ruptured. 

We finally got settled down and went back to the dining room where Mom was waiting for us. 

"I'm sorry, Mary," she said. "I didn't handle that at all well and I hurt Danni. I hope you both can forgive me."

"Of course," she said. "You'll be paid thru Friday. Will you be here this weekend then?"

"I was hoping to spend the weekend here if I can. I took my name off the registry as of tomorrow and I don't start at the hospital until Monday. Danni and I want to talk with you about some things such as school anyway."

"You're going to college after all, Danni? "

"The state will pay for it," I told her. "Jenni got the information for me. I'll fill out the forms this weekend and she'll turn them in on Monday and set up an appointment with Dr. Grodny, the counselor, to go through it with me." 

Mom was thrilled. She'd been bugging me to go and now she'd get her wish.

I was sitting cross-legged on the bed that night, making my usual entries in my journal when the phone rang and Mom told me it was Jennifer.

"You must feel guilty or something to call me," I said. 

"I've been sitting here watching you," she said.

"Yeah right," I said. "Funny, I don't see you here."

"Look up, Danni, what do you see?"

"Ok, I'll play your silly game," I said. "I see my reflection in the mirror over my dresser."

"It's an illusion, she said. 'its really me. You're sitting cross-legged on the bed and your journal is in your lap."

"That's too easy," I said. "You know I do this every night."

"I know," she said. "Put your journal on your pillow, darling."

I shrugged and did as she asked. "Now what?"

"Open your legs for me baby. I want to see your sweet pink pussy."

I covered the phone with my hand and whispered. "Stop it. My mom might be listening in."

"She isn't," she said. "Driven Woman" just started and she never misses it." 

She was good, and she was right. Mom wouldn't let anything stop her from watching her favorite show. 

"Close the door, Danni, and open your legs to me," she insisted.

"Oh god, Jenn, don't do this to me," I begged. "You know how I am."

"Put the phone in front of you and put it on speaker but turn the volume down," she said.

"If Mom comes in here, you're dead meat," I said, but I did as she said.

"Touch yourself, Danni. I want to hear you when you do it. Run your fingertip through your slit."

"God you are a bitch," I said, reaching down to do as she told me. I leaned back a little and pushed my finger through my lips and dragged it from bottom to top and back again. I was determined not to make a sound but the moan just escaped before I could stop it.

"I love that first soft moan you make," she said. "Do that until I tell you to stop."

Of course, I did it but the soft moan she referred to became a series of mewling sounds.

"You can put your fingers inside now," she said. "I want you to masturbate just like you'd want me to be making love to you right now."

"You do know I hate you, don't you?" I said, as two fingers entered me. 

"No you don't baby," she said. "Let me hear you. Put the phone right by your pussy. I want to hear your fingers as they make love to your sweet pussy."

"Oh god," I groaned. 

"Look up, Danni," she said. "Watch your fingers make love to you."

I didn't want to do it, but I did. She knew what would happen and it did. Watching me masturbate kicked my libido into overdrive, but just about the time I was really starting to get into it, she stopped me."

"Fuck, Jenni," I said. "Why did you do that?"

"I changed my mind, baby. Reach in your drawer and get the white vibe."

Oh shit, she was evil. The toy she mentioned is a multiple function, multi speed vibe capable of reducing me to a puddle of cum and sweat.

"Do you have it all the way in, baby? I can't tell." 

"I will so make you pay for this," I said, but I pushed it all the way in and turned the vibe on slow.

"What a sweet sound that is," she said, "but it would sound better if you press the pink button."

The pink button would energize the tip of the toy, making it rotate in a slow arc pattern deep in my pussy. I thought about not doing it but she would know by the lack of the sound of the motor.

"Ngggggggggg," I groaned. "Oh god, that feels so good in there. Oh my god."

She was silent for a few minutes as my pussy was being massaged deep inside and my clit was being stroked by the clit finger attachment. I gave up trying to conceal my sounds of pleasure and just let it out.

"High speed now," she said, snapping me out of the pre-orgasmic haze I was in. "Do it Danni," she insisted. "Come for me, honey. Come for me."

I decided I wouldn't give her the satisfaction so I focused my mind on a verse that came to me. 

"You can't stop it," she said. "Your thighs are twitching now, aren't they Danni. Your back hurts right at the top of your ass isn't it? Oh, you can fight it, but your body will win and we both know what happens when you hold back. Is your anus drawing in yet, Danni? Is your body getting tight? Be careful because you're going to scream when you come. Better bite down on something because your almost there and there's no turning back now because your about to lose control. Scream for me, baby. Come for me honey, I'm waiting to suck your sweet cum away."

I grabbed my pillow and jammed it into my mouth and dropped back to the bed as my body defied my will and disintegrated in a cloud of blackness that swallowed me.

I started breathing just in time to hear her calling my name. "Breathe, Danni. Breathe now. You have to come back now. Talk to me, baby."

I dragged the phone up near my face. "Fuck you," I said. "I'm dying and you're too late to save me."

"You love me and you know it," she said. "Besides, I just gave you one of the best orgasms you've ever had."

"You gave me nothing," I said. "I did it without you."

"Sure you did," she said, "just like I just came almost as hard as you without you."

"You didn't." I said.

"I did," she repeated. "I used my pink tornado twister and a certain blue probe you saw in the catalog."

"Go to sleep," I said. "I'm too tired to talk any more and my bed is so wet I'll have to make it or sleep on the floor. I think I'll sleep on the floor. It smells like pussy in this room."

"I love you so much, Danni," she said.

"No fair," I said. "I can't stay mad at you when you say that."

"I know, honey," she said. "I love you so much."

"So now I'm supposed to say I love you too, I suppose."

"You'd better," 

"Well, I don't"

"Then I'll have to find another woman to love," she said. 

"You do and I'll cut your tits up and shove them up your ass," I said.

"Well?"

"Oh very well. I am so damned deep in love with you that I can hardly stand it and if you don't get your ass over here early, I'll have to attack you, kiss the breath out of you and have my way with you."

"I may be late," she said.

I hugged my phone and softened my tone. "I love you so much, please hurry, Jenni. I miss you so."

I waited for her in the morning, wearing my robe with nothing under it. The minutes dragged by so slowly. I could feel my body almost vibrate with anticipation and when I heard her coming in, I stood and took a few steps toward the door. She smiled and came to me with sweet kisses and loving embrace. Within seconds, my robe had dropped and we were heading for the bedroom. I'd lit several vanilla candles in my room so the air was sweet with their fragrance as she laid me on the bed and began stripping.

We embraced with so much love that we had tears in our eyes, wrapping our legs around each other as we rolled back and forth on the bed. Her hand found its way to my pussy and slowly entered me as I held her tight, my fingers grasping at her ass. She worked her way down between my legs and put my legs over her shoulders. Her tongue made its way into me and once it found my clit, her lips surrounded it and her tongue caressed it. 

My hands were knotted in her hair, forcing her face into me and my legs were crossed behind her back as a beautiful orgasm built and began to take control. Her fingers took over to finish me off with a coup de'gras from her thumb rubbing over my clit.

She licked up every drop, then put her head on my stomach as I calmed. 

I started to move to give her the same pleasure but she stopped me.

"Save it for later, baby," she said. I started to complain, but she put her finger to my lips and kissed me. 

We spent most of that day cleaning the house and especially my room so that Mom could relax some the next day. The rest of the time, we cuddled and snuggled into each other, not talking a lot, as we tried to prepare ourselves mentally for the way things would have to be after the weekend. 

"I'm going to spend every minute I can with you,' she promised. "once I get my schedule from the hospital, we can plan some things together. I can study with you and if we're careful, we can still make love several times a week."

"I know," I said, "but it won't be the same."

"Of course not, but we can do it, honey. We just have to adjust."

She got up and went to her bag and came back with the pink tornado and the blue anal probe. 

"They tried their best to take your place, but without your touch, it just wasn't the same."

She lay back on the bed and pulled her legs up over her chest. It is a position that I love because of the way it exposes both pussy and anus so well. 

I kissed, licked and nibbled her until she begged for more and pushed the vibe into her. It has one of the most vigorous vibrating actions I'd ever seen while it twisted and turned inside of her.

"Oh god," she cried, "I need the blue one. Hurry honey. In my ass. Please."

I sucked on the blue probe to moisten it and pushed it into her to begin slow strokes that matched the strokes of the vibrator going in and out of her pussy. She sank her teeth into her own calf as she started to come, but had to throw her arms out to dig her fingers into the bedding, dropping her legs down to dig her heels into my ass as she came. I'd never seen her come that hard and I'd never seen that much come pouring from her pussy. It was all I could do to keep up with it, but I did.

We lay in afterglow for almost an hour but had to shower and clean up before Mom came home. Jenni was staying over for dinner at the Roadhouse Steak House so we put on some jeans and shirts and were ready when she came home.

The steaks were perfect and the mood was cheerful that night but it got even better. 

"Jennifer," Mom said, "Can you stay over tonight?" 

"Holy shit, did you just say what I think you said," I asked.

"You did," she said, "but I didn't appreciate the way you started it. You need to watch your language."

"I'm sorry, Mom. You just caught me with my brain spinning."

"I can, Mary," Jenni said, "but I didn't bring any clothes to stay over."

"We can pick you up some jeans and a shirt," she said, "and since my darling daughter seldom wears panties any more, I'm sure she can spare some if you wish. I'm sure we won't be offended if you don't wear a bra."

"Mom, what's going on?" I asked. "Why the sudden change in attitude?"

"I need some help tomorrow," she said. "I want the guest room completely cleaned and the linens washed."

"We can do that," Jenni said. 

"What's the occasion, Mom?" I asked. "No one has used that room in months."

"Well, she said," If Jennifer is going to be living with us, we need to be able to at least pretend that she's not sleeping with you." 




Accidental Fantasy Ch. 05



"WHAT? Oh my god, oh my god," I cried and I watched as the tears began to flow down Jenni's cheeks.

She had a death grip on my hand and I wanted so desperately to kiss her and hold her and love her at that magic moment but we both knew we didn't dare.

We hurried through the process of paying the bill and literally danced around the car all the way home. Mom almost got knocked down as we held her and kissed her and told her how much we loved her, but then it was our turn and we cried and yelled and kissed and hugged and danced until we were exhausted. 

Mom laid down the rules and told us straight out that she was not going to accept any nonsense from either of us, but she knew we were so excited that we'd agree to anything. Jennifer agreed to teach me to cook better and I agreed to focus on college and my plans for the future. Mom agreed to look the other way as long as we didn't get loud when she was home. 

That was a day none of us will ever forget. It was to be a life changing day to be sure.



Accidental Fantasy Ch. 06



With Jennifer settled in to her room, which probably never would be slept in, we began working on a more permanent life together. After a long meeting with the counselor at the college, I decided I'd take pre-med which would leave a lot of options open for the future. I really wanted to go into medicine but wasn't sure which way to go. Jennifer would have her RN in less than a year and she was happy that she could support me through my education. She still worked part time at the hospital, but through some negotiations, got her hours set to coincide with college so she could attend more classes and our schedules would mesh. 

Mom really liked the fact that I could cook a pretty tasty meal so we ate out less and spent more time together. She really loved Jennifer, that was obvious and Jennifer thought she was just the best mom ever. 

When neighbors started asking about Jennifer, Mom invited them in to meet her. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but after introductions were made, Jenn and I went to the kitchen to prepare the canapés while they had their discussion. Before anyone could work their way around to ask about her status in our house, Mom told them that Jennifer had been my caregiver and continued to help me in my daily activities and now that we went to college , it just made sense to let her rent a room from us. That way, she could get me to college and back without disrupting any schedules at all. She told them that Jenn had her own room, and a private bath. Old lady Danners from down the street said something about it being odd that no men ever came to the house. Mom told them that we didn't have time to date because of our very busy schedules. 

I'm not sure they bought it, but it seemed to pacify them for the time being. 

Just about the time I thought I'd kick the wheel chair, a routine ex-ray revealed that one of the bones in my leg wasn't healing right so I had to go in for more surgery. They re-aligned everything and added two more screws so the wheelchair was to be my only option for some time. It kind of depressed me for a while, but Jennifer refused to give up on me and just rearranged her schedule again to accommodate the additional therapy.

We were lying in bed one Sunday morning, toying with each other's hair and faces, when I asked her, "Jenn, are you sorry we fell in love?"

"Oh for god's sake, honey, what brought that on?"

"I don't know," I said, "I guess I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what, sweetheart?"

"Afraid that you'll get tired of playing nurse to me or you'll find someone else that doesn't require so much of your time." 

"Isn't that a part of loving someone?" she said. "I mean if something like that can separate us, maybe we don't have the commitment we thought. I'm in this for the rest of our lives, no matter what. Do you really believe I could turn away from the woman I love so deeply, just because she's not perfect? That's never going to happen."

I took her in my arms so she couldn't see my tears and held her so tight, I thought she might break. "I love you so much," I whispered as I kissed and sucked on her ear.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I've got something in my purse for you."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I'll be right back," she said, as she got up and ran out the door. A few minutes later, she was back, her face a deep shade of red. 

"What in the world?" I asked. 

"OH-MY-GOD," she said, dropping onto the bed. 

"What happened," I asked. 

"I forgot I was naked and ran into the living room to get my purse not knowing that your mother was there. Oh my god, honey, I was NAKED."

"She's seen naked before," I said. "She's seen me naked several times."

"Yes, but she's your mother not mine."

"I'm sure she doesn't think any less of you," I said. "She might even have enjoyed it."

"Stop it," she said. "Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed."

"I'll go ask her if it bothered her." I said. 

"Don't you dare, Danni. I swear, if you do, I'll beat your ass red."

"In that case, I'll be right back," I said, acting as though I was headed for the door.

She fell on top of me to keep me there and kissed me. "Keep it up, and maybe I'll see if she's interested in taking care of me."

"I'm not worried," I said, "she could never keep up with you."

"Might be worth a try," she said. "You better be careful."

I reached around to push my finger into her ass crease. "Don't forget, I know your weak spots."

She moaned as I pressed into her pucker. "You're not being fair." 

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, as the tip of my finger slipped into her.

"You die if you do," she said, pushing back into my finger.

"Roll over," I said, as I pulled it out. 

She rolled onto her side with her back facing me. I moved down a little and pushed my finger in deep and started moving it in and out. 

"Oh god, Danni, you are so good to me," she said. 

"Should I add another finger?" I asked, knowing what the answer would be.

"Oh god yes, please," she said. She tensed just a bit as I forced a second finger in and groaned loudly when I started twisting them inside of her ass. 

"On your tummy," I said, but I held the fingers in while she rolled away from me. 

Still pumping my fingers into her ass, I pushed my thumb into her pussy and started stroking into both holes at the same time. 

"Make me come, honey," She said, as her body pushed into each stroke. I felt her tighten on my fingers and heard her start mewling as her orgasm began but I wanted to make her come hard so I started really driving into her until she grunted and cried out. 

"Don't stop, baby, don't stop," she said. "Oh god, I'm coming. Oh fuck yes, I'm coming."

"Hold on," I said. "Make it a big one."

"Can't stop it," she muttered and with a loud groan she flattened her body into the bed and dug her toes in.

With a final shudder, she shook off the orgasm and slumped onto the pillow. 

I rolled her onto her back and crawled between her legs to start licking and sucking her pussy while I pushed a finger back into her ass. She wrapped her legs around me, sinking her heels into my back as I started nipping at her clit between hard sucks on it. She kept slamming her hands down on to the bed and driving her body into my face until she came again. 

"You're just feeling horny," I said. 

"I'm always horny, honey, but lately, I've been taking care of it myself whenever I can. Maybe this idea of me moving in here wasn't all that good after all."

"What in the world are you talking about?" I asked. "Are you worried that Mom might hear us? She doesn't care, sweetie. You know that."

"It just feels strange, that's all," she said. 

I rolled to my side and looked at her. "Come over here and I'll show you how wonderful it feels. I've been wanting you all night long but you fell asleep so fast I never had a chance."

She rolled up on to her side and put her arm over me. For a few minutes, nothing was said as we just stared into each other's eyes. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" she asked as she toyed with my hair.

"I guess not," I replied, "maybe you should show me."

"Are you going to scream, like you did last time?" she asked, as she kissed me with deep strokes of her tongue.

"I will if you make me come that hard," I said. "God, I vibrated for hours."

"I told you not to buy that vibe," she said. "I knew it would destroy you."

"I love it," I said, "and we still haven't tried all the functions."

"Save it for when I'm not so hungry for your taste," she said. She wrapped her lips around my nipple and sucked it into her mouth. I put my hands on her shoulders and mewled like a tortured kitten. She knew just when I wanted her to nip and chew on them and before she was finished, I was so close to an orgasm that I didn't think it would wait for her to feast on my pussy. 

The tension eased as she slid down to nibble on my thighs and the cheeks of my ass, but when her tongue slid over me, I moaned and threw my legs wider still. Her tongue opened me and went straight for my clit. In less than five minutes, I was sailing off over the cliff and into that land between conscious and unconscious thought. I left bright red marks on both of my breasts as I dug my fingers into them when I came. My body continued to shake and shudder long after my cum leaked onto the bedding.

She hesitated less than a minute before she rolled me over and pushed two fingers into me as she licked over my anus and tried to plunge her tongue into me. Leaving the fingers in me, she worked the thumb of her other hand into my ass while she continued kissing, licking and nipping at my ass, 

I was in heaven with fingers in my ass and pussy and a tongue sliding up and down my crease. I felt my orgasm building but I didn't want it yet. With every stroke of her fingers though, it got harder and harder to hold it back. It felt so damned good until it got so intense it started hurting. I didn't scream but I yelled "fuck" so loud over and over that it might have been easier if I'd screamed. I finally just let it take me away.

I guess I never really passed out, but I danced a fine line around it. When I opened my eyes, I was looking into the eyes of an angel. Her lips caressed my face and she kissed away my tears while she held me close.

I was covered with sweat from my face down to my stomach, and my thigh muscles ached like I'd been running a marathon. 

We lay tightly snuggled into each other's bodies as I recovered, sharing tender kisses, soft caresses and words of love for nearly an hour. It was such a beautiful and glorious feeling that neither of us wanted it to end.

We finally got up and showered together, stripped the bed and left it to air out for awhile. We were just heading out the door, when she remembered why she ran naked to the living room. 

"Wait," she said, as she went to the nightstand to get a thick magazine of some kind. "One of the girls at the hospital left this in the break area," she said. 

The name on the cover was "Toys of the World. Inside we found more toys than we'd ever seen along with oils, lotions, fragrances, lubes, edible lubes, and on and on. There was a section of lingerie and game wear, and another of a wide assortment of gear for bondage and everything from discipline to slave training.

"Save this for later," I said. "I can't handle anything more for a while."

Mom was sitting in her recliner when we went down to find something to eat. 

"See what you can find," I told Jenn. "I'm going to go talk to Mom."

I sat nxt to her and leaned over toward her. "Mom," I said. "I know we got pretty loud and I wanted to apologize. It's been building for a while and I guess we didn't realize how much we'd been holding in. I'm sorry."

She put her book down and turned to me with a smile. "It brings back some sweet memories, Danni. Just don't do it too often or I'll have to finds someone myself."

"Why don't you, Mom?" I said. "Dad's been gone for a long time now. You're still a very beautiful woman and you're only thirty-eight."

"It's a long story, honey. Maybe we can take some time and talk about it soon. Are you getting something to eat? I haven't eaten yet and I've had enough coffee to float a small battleship."

"How about going to Patterson's for brunch?" I suggested.

"I guess we can afford that," she said.

I went to the kitchen to tell Jenn we were going out and she pulled me away from the door. "What did she say about this morning?" she asked. 

"She said she thought you looked quite tempting, even if you were a bit on the pudgy side."

"She did not," she said, grabbing a dish towel to snap it at my ass as I wheeled from the room. 

As we went through the catalog later, we were amazed at the variety of toys that were available, noticing that some of the ones they listed were only available online from suppliers in Japan and China and a few other international areas. The other thing that was amazing was the range in prices from about eight dollars to over two hundred dollars. There were a number of furniture items, from ramps to wedges to platforms, and some really frightening apparatus in the BDSM and slave training section. One thing we laughed at were the ads for mechanical sex machines, Some of them, like the Sybaris, were intriguing, but some were so ridiculous and they were the most expensive. We marked about a dozen we might order and a few items we wanted to know more about. 

"We don't need a machine," she said. "but I might consider a new strap-on."

"I can't use the one you have," I said. 'it's hard to get on and off."

"We need one that you can put on with Velcro or something," she said."

We went through about twenty different harnesses and settled on one that I could use, even in my present state of disability. We also ordered two new dildos to use with it. 

One of the dildos we wanted had to be special ordered from China and it was quite expensive so we put that one on the back burner for someday when we could afford it. 

Three weeks later, I celebrated my twenty fifth birthday, still in my wheelchair, but able to walk enough to get from the bed to the bathroom or from the kitchen to the living room as long as there was a chair available right away. Mom ordered a beautiful lemon chiffon birthday cake with lemon crème frosting. She'd had my image put on it surrounded by lavender blossoms, and of course, the requisite "Happy Birthday."

Mom gave me a red silk blouse and pale yellow teddy. Jennifer gave me a gold necklace with a diamond encrusted pendant. On the back, was engraved, "Two hearts bound by eternal love and under that were two small diamonds marked "Jennifer and Danni, 2008. She also gave me some Victoria's Secret panty and bra sets.

When we went to bed that night, she gave me another package, wrapped in rose colored paper. I unwrapped the ribbon and opened it to find a double ended dildo of almost 22 inches in length. 

"No fair, I said, "It's not your birthday."

"I know, so I'm going to sit here and watch you to see how far you can push it into that little pussy of yours."

"It looks so big," I said. 

"I got some really slippery lube," she said, taking it out of her nightstand. "Just take your time."

She put a generous coating of lube on it and held it while I started working into my pussy. I almost backed out because it really stretched me out, but once the head was in me, it was just a matter of slowly feeding it in with slow strokes, going a little deeper each time until I felt it bottom out. The last four inches or so felt like they were all the way into my womb. I wound up with just a little less than ten inches in me.

She sat on the chair with her legs spread over the arms to wait for me to start moving it in and out. As I masturbated, sheused my tiny dynamite vibe on herself. She ran it over her pussy several times, working it slowly through her slit. When I started to ram my body into the toy, she pushed it higher until it brushed over her clit. When my orgasm began building, she held it to her clit until she couldn't hold it there any more. She dropped the toy and started ramming three fingers into her so fact they were almost a blur. I didn't see her finish because I had to close my eyes to keep from passing out. God, it was so good and then I rammed it even deep at the finish, a strong and very stressful orgasm that left me drained of any strength at all.

We fell asleep in each other's arms but early in the morning, I woke to find her working her way between my legs to lay one leg over my hip. The dildo was already pushed into her pussy and as she inched closer, she put it to my lips and began working it deeper and deep into me until we were just inches apart. I dug my fingers into the bed to keep my body against hers as we began thrusting into each other. Our hips drove into each other as we started announcing the orgasms that were going to bring tears to our eyes. I knew I might hurt myself in there but I couldn't make myself slow down or stop The harder she pushed into me, the harder I pushed back. Our final strokes were so hard, we drove our pussies into each other, with the full length of the toy buried deep in our pussies. There was a second where neither of us could breathe or scream but then our lungs forced us to breath and we drove hard into each other and held it there, as sweat poured from our faces and bodies and hard spasms swept over us both. After we came, we allowed our bodies to relax with the dildo still held in my pussy. 

"Don't even think about putting that in my ass," I told her, before we spooned into each other and went back to sleep.



Accidental Fantasy Ch. 07



In the weeks following Jennifer's move, there were periods of adjustment to compensate for changes in schedules, therapy appointments, school and work.

The days were the worst for me. Jennifer and Mom would be at work, and I'd start dinner about four so it would be ready when they got home. A quick meal and Jennifer and I would have to leave for school. When we got home, we were so tired, the sex was less than spectacular. Actually, it almost got non-existent at times. It finally got to Jennifer. We were on our way home from school when she fell asleep at the wheel. 

Fortunately, we missed a power pole and wound up in some thick bushes. 

"That's it," she said. "We have to do something or we'll be killed."

We sat down and discussed it with Mom later and Mom told her she had to make a choice. Either cut back on her hours at the hospital or reduce her school work load. 

"I can't do anything about school," she said, "If I do, Danni won't have a way to get back and forth. I've only got eight more blocks to go and I don't want to lose out on any opportunities. The sooner I get my degree, the sooner I can make some decent money, and the sooner I can take care of Danni."

"Take a look at your finances," Mom said. "If you can make it on less hours at the hospital, talk to your human resources department. I'm sure they'll work with you. Don't worry about taking care of Danni until you get squared away. I'm not hurting for money and I'm sure Danni won't kick you out."

"I might," I said. "It depends on whether she tries to kill me again or not."

"I was so afraid," Jennifer admitted. "I thought I'd hurt you and just the thought of you not being here made me shake."

"I'm not hurt, you're not hurt, the car's not damaged so stop worrying about it."

"One thing you girls may have forgotten," Mom said. "Danni only has four more weeks of therapy so that will be one less thing we have to schedule. She's getting around without her wheelchair most of the time now so I don't think they'll extend the treatments."

"That would help," Jennifer said, "although I kind of like the way they torture her down there."

"The way she was howling the other night, I thought you were torturing her yourself," Mom said.

I could feel my face turning red. Jennifer had taken me over the top so hard with a new toy that I was crying by the time it was done. As we lay in bed that night, I reached over to smack her on the arm. "I told you Mom would bring that up," I said. 

"You could have asked me to stop," she said. 

"Would you if I asked?"

"Probably not," she said, "but you can always ask."

"God, I was so embarrassed," I said. "I need to start wearing a gag or something."

"I was thinking the same thing," she said. "Maybe we should order one."

"Maybe," I said, "or maybe you just need to stop torturing me like that."

"No way," she said. "I love it when you come that hard."

"That's because it isn't your gut that's being ripped out. I don't think my anus will ever be right side out again. I had cramps twice that night in my legs and when I tried to wake you up, you just shoved me away. Next time, I'll give you charley horses in both legs and we'll see how much you love it."

"Wah, wah, wah,", she said. "You loved it and you know it."

"I won't be an invalid forever you know," I said. "One of these days I'll be the one on top and we'll see how hard you can come after I hold you down and toy with that pretty pussy without letting you come for a couple of hours."

"I can't wait," she said. 

I got up and went to the bathroom but while I was in there, I put on my new strap-on. The vibe I selected was a wicked looking nine inch cock with long slender clit fingers at the top. They weren't as firm as some we have but they looked like they'd drive her insane, and since that was my goal, it should be fun. I layered on a good coating of lube and walked back into the bedroom. She was on her back, looking at a magazine when I went in. I don't think she even saw what was coming because I kind of slid onto the bed and between her legs like I was going to eat her out. She put the magazine down and spread her legs real wide so I started licking into her while I rubbed into her clit with three fingers. 

'Oh baby, I love you," she said, as she started pushing her pussy into my face. 

I slid a finger into her, and added another without letting up on my tongue work until she was whimpering in need and then I stopped.

"What are you doing?" she whined. "Don't stop now. Oh god, honey, don't stop now."

I looked down at her as I put the head to her lips. 

"What the hell?" she asked, just as I pushed it into her. 

"OH FUCK" she yelled. 

"Do you still think you can torture me like that?" I asked as I started a steady stroke, going about half way in before pulling it back for the next stroke.

When I pushed it in and held it against her, she squirmed like she was trying to get away from the clit tickler, and every time she showed signs of being ready, I pulled it completely out and held it away from her for a few seconds before I buried it in her again.

"All right, all right," she said. "I surrender. Oh god honey, don't do this to me. Please baby, I'm begging you. Let me come."

I pushed it back in again, but this time, I drilled her with rabbit like thrusts as fast as I could. She started beating her hands on the bed, and her hips came off the bed so I pushed it in deep, held it, pulled back, and buried it again. She absolutely fell apart. Her hands fisted into the bedding and her face got red as she tried to fight it. When the veins in her neck swelled, she buried her face in the pillow and screamed. When her orgasm hit, her body went wild, taking me all over the bed and nearly onto the floor as she literally gushed, almost squirting her come onto the bed. The spasms in her thigh muscles didn't want to let up and when they did, her stomach muscles took over. Wave after wave swept over her as she grunted and groaned with her eyes tightly closed. Sweat beaded on her face and chest and I started to worry about her but she inhaled loudly and slumped back onto the pillow. 

I got hot cloths to apply to her thighs to calm the stress and slowly massaged them until I felt them relax. Then I lay down next to her and kissed her everywhere I could reach.

By that time, the cloths had cooled so I wiped her face and chest, kissing each nipple as I did. 

For the longest time, she didn't speak to me, but I saw her watching me so I knew she was faking it.

"Girl, you are one vindictive bitch," she finally said. 

"You know what the say about paybacks, honey," I said.

"Are you sure my pussy's still there?" she asked.

"I thought it would still be shaking," I said. 

"Oh, is that what's going on down there? I thought we were having an earthquake." 

"Do you want me to get the shower going?" I asked.

"I'm not moving from here," she said. "I have to wait for all the pieces of my body to come back."

"Let me see if you're clit's all right," I offered. 

"Oh my god, don't touch me down there," she cried.

I smiled as I lowered my head to kiss her there tenderly. She wasn't kidding. It was so sensitive I think I could have brought her off with a single lick. 

Eventually, we showered and changed the bedding before dropping to the bed to fall asleep with our bodies intertwined. 

The next morning, there was a note on the table from, Mom. "Thanks for the entertainment last night. I think I'd better get some new toys soon. I'll be home late so don't wait dinner for me."

"Guess what she's getting for her birthday," Jennifer said. 

"You're going to be late for work," I reminded her.

"I have an appointment with human resources at nine," she said.

She wanted to know how I'd managed to hide the strap-on from her and I told her it had just arrived that day. I didn't tell her about the other things in the box.

"Did you hear your mom come in last night?" she asked.

"Now that you mention it, no, I didn't. I wonder if she even came in at all."

She went to look in Mom's room and came back with a huge smile on her face.

"The bed wasn't slept in and her clothes from yesterday are all over the bed except for one thing."

"What's that....oh wait, let me guess. No panties, right?"

"She must have donated them," she said.

"Looks like Mom got her hair curled last night and it wasn't the hair on her head." I said.

"Good for her," she said.

"No kidding," I said. "Way to go, Mom."

When she came home from work, I was ready for school so we grabbed a burger on the way to school. As we drove, she told me that the hospital was cutting hours anyway so they were more than willing to work with her. She still went in at eight but now she would leave at one and on therapy days, she didn't have to go in at all. Now I could stop worrying that she'd fall asleep at the wheel again. 

When we got home, Mom was on the phone and as we walked in, she turned away from us and whispered something and quickly put the phone down.

"Young lady," I said, "do we need to have the talk about curfew again?"

She flushed and walked into the kitchen. "I'm sorry," she said." I guess time got away from me."

"Time and a certain item of clothing," I said. Jennifer gave me a sharp warning look but I ignored her.

"Why didn't you clean my room while you were in there snooping around?" she asked. 

"We weren't snooping," I said. "Jennifer just went up to be sure you were all right. I guess it's a good thing you had somewhere to stay."

"Danni!" Jennifer said.

"It's all right, Jennifer," Mom said. "She's sounding just like I used to."

"No, really," I said. "I'm happy for you, I truly am, but don't come crying to me when you come home pregnant."

"Oh shut up," she said.

Lying in bed later, Jennifer gave me hell.

"You heard her," I said. "It didn't bother her. I just hope the guy is good to her and isn't just using her."

"Or woman," she said. 

"Get out," I said. "My mom? You have got to be kidding."

"Why?" she asked. "It could happen."

"Yeah, sure, and so could world peace." I replied, but she'd planted the seed of curiosity in my mind and whenever I woke up during the night, I wondered about it.

Thursday, she was home at noon. I thought maybe she got laid off or maybe just laid, but I didn't know. 

As soon as Jennifer got home, she wanted us to go shopping with her. Hey, I'm always up for shopping so we got ready and left before she could change her mind. She left us to shop while she headed down the mall. About a half hour later, Jennifer nudged me as we sat in the center, sucking on a slurpee. She pointed toward one of the shops and I saw Mom just going in. A quick glance confirmed my initial thought. She was going in to one of the hottest erotic wear sights in the state. My mom. Who'd have thought I'd ever see that. The temptation was strong to slip over there to see what she was buying but I wouldn't want her to do it to me so I stayed put.

When we got ready to leave for school, she was on the phone but she covered the mouthpiece and told us she probably wouldn't be home that night. Wow, she was really into this guy or woman, whatever. I told her no problem and we left.

"Ten buck says it's a woman," Jenn said on the way. 

"Sorry," I said. "I don't like the odds."

"I know how we can find out," she said.

"Does it really make a difference?" I asked. "Isn't it enough to know she's happy, at least for a while?"

"I suppose," she said. "After all, look at what she's done for us."

"Actually," I said, "I'm pretty sure it's a woman and I think it's our fault."

"What are you talking about," she asked.

"The way we get so loud, honey," I said. "I think she's missing that in her life and the fact that its two women getting it on might have gotten her thinking about it."

"Maybe, or maybe not," she said. "It makes sense. Who would she turn to? Someone from work?"

"Not someone that works directly with her." I said. "That would be too risky, but someone associated with her job either way. She doesn't date and very seldom goes out. When she does, it's a show or dinner and she's always home by ten or eleven."

"Danni. Hello in there. She didn't stay out later because you would have been home alone. Along comes Jennifer and she starts dating. Simple as 1-2-3."

"I know," I said. "She gave up so much for me after the accident. Sometimes I feel so guilty, even though I know none of it was my fault. I feel like I've cheated her out of almost a year of her life."

"No, honey," she said. "You most certainly did not. That stupid reckless inconsiderate ass hole of a car thief cheated both of you out of a year of your life, and in your case, he cheated you out of more than you'll ever know."

"I know but I wish I could make it up to her some way."

"Honey, listen to me, that day will come, I promise you. From the bottom of my heart, we will find a way to let her know how much we both appreciate her."

When we got home from school, we went through the mail to find a letter to Jennifer from her mother. I watched as she read it, looking for some clue as to the tone of the letter but other than a pause a couple of times, as though she were trying to fight off a tear, she was pretty hard to read. 

She folded the letter and sat with her eyes closed for a while. I decided that the best thing I could do was to leave her alone so I went to the kitchen for iced tea. With two tall glasses, I went back into the living room and handed her one.

"You don't look happy," I finally said. 

She shook her head and took a sip of tea. "She wants me to come home for a few days to talk things over," she said. 

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked. 

"Danni, my mom and I haven't been what you'd call close for a long time. A lot of it was my fault, I know. I just sort of drifted for a long time and she never approved of my friends, my dates, my way of dressing, or anything else."

"Did you get along with your dad?" I asked.

"They got divorced when I was thirteen," she said. "I haven't spoken to him ten times since then and it's usually just hi, how are you, etc. etc. He doesn't know how to be my dad. He married another woman less than a year later and it's working fine because she can't have any kids. I guess they're happy together and I'm happy for him."

"Are you going home then?" I asked.

"You know I can't, Danni. I can't just take off from school and work to spend time with her."

"Are you going to call her?" I asked.

"Not now," she said. "I have to think about what to do."

"I guess she doesn't know about us then."

She shook her head. "What would I tell her, Danni? Guess what Mom, you were right. There is something wrong with me. I'm in love with another woman and we're living together." 

"It doesn't have to sound that way, Jenn. You don't have to tell her everything. You don't have to tell her anything at all. You should at least call her and acknowledge that you got the letter and explain why you can't do what she's asking of you."

"I know, honey, and I will. Just not right now." 

"You know I'm going to nag you till you do, don't you?"

"I know," she said. "Don't say anything to your mother about it though, please."

"I'll give you a week to tell her yourself."

Nothing else was said about the contents of the letter and we just went on about our usual thing, speculating about Mom's love life. 

That night, we lay together, just touching and stroking over arms and faces, kissing and holding our bodies together. I was spooned into her at one time when she got up to go to the bathroom. I heard her opening and closing drawers and smiled. I knew what she was looking for and it wasn't in there. It was in my closet in a shoe box, under some other shoes. 

"I'll tell you where it is," I said, "if you ask nice and convince me you love me enough."

"Never mind," she said. "I'll just have to forget about making love to you tonight. That's all right because I was getting a bit sleepy anyway."

"You're a terrible liar," I said. "It's in the brown shoe box in my closet, but you can't use the toy I used on you. It's a special Jennifer only toy."

"I'm sure I can find something in my collection that will do just fine," she said.

She fumbled around in both closets and came back wearing the harness but there was no dildo or vibe attached to it. That part, she hid from me.

"No way, baby," I said, sitting up quickly. "Anything you plan on doing to me has to be something I've seen or used. After what I did to you, I don't want to take any chances."

"It's nothing special, sweetie," she said, pulling a blue dildo from behind her back. 

It was one we'd used before, about eight inches in length and about one and a half inches around. I watched as she snapped it on, and when she took hold of my feet and slid me down, I didn't resist. For several minutes, she licked and sucked on me, chewing on my clit enough to get me close without giving me any satisfaction. When she slid it into me, I was so wet it slid all the way in without stopping and it felt so good as she moved it in and out in slow strokes. Once again, I got close and she stopped before starting again. She lifted my knees high to get deeper penetration, something I love, and the strokes got a little faster and a little more forceful until I told her I was close. She pulled it out and held my hips off the bed. I was begging her to let me come and then I felt the head brush over my anus. 

"No, you don't," I said, trying to get away from her. With my hips high off the bed,though, she had me pinned to the bed with just my shoulders and upper back making contact with the bed. The next thing I knew, the head slipped into my ass.

"Easy, baby," I said, knowing she wasn't going to stop. "Take it easy. That hurt." 

"Just relax, sweet cheeks," she said. "You're going to love it, I promise."

With a smooth, even pressure I felt it move into me, deeper and deeper. She paused several times to let my body accept it but she didn't stop until she was all the way in and her thighs were against my ass cheeks. I won't lie to you, it hurt several times and I almost made her stop, but once it was in, she just held it in there and moved her hips enough to cause some movement in my bowels. 

"Take it easy, honey," I warned.

She began long, slow strokes, as she brought me to not only accept it, but start to enjoy it some. 

"You can go a little faster now," I said. 

She gradually picked up speed while I rubbed over my clit with my fingers. I was getting close again and the moans and groans I was making let her know so she went faster and more forceful until I was grunting with every thrust. When I came, she rammed it deep and held it there, grinding her body into my ass.

I don't know how to describe that orgasm. It hurt, it felt beautiful, it nearly killed me, and when it was over, I was sure I'd be shitting in a bag for the rest of my life. 

She took it off and went into the bathroom to clean it up. When she came back, she had wet cloths and towels which she used to clean me up. 

I had the strangest yearning as we went off to sleep, spooned together. I could feel it in me and I almost went to get it to put it back in there but I fell asleep instead.



Accidental Fantasy: The Day After



The heat of the morning's sun rising soon took it's toll on me as I began to sweat. The stickiness soon roused me from my enjoyable slumber. A glance at the blue water was enough to make me want to take a dip to cool off. Leaving Becky sleeping, I walked down the beach past our little girl, Taylor, and Amanda, Becky and Walker's little girl, digging for periwinkles in the sand, to where John and Walker had been fishing. I found only their tackle and gear. A yell from the water told me they, too, had decided to take a swim. Walking down to the edge of the water, I was shocked by it's coolness, but it felt so refreshing to my sweaty skin. I was still getting use to the temperature of the water when I felt two hands on each of me feet and my feet suddenly pulled out from under me. Coming up out of the water, I knew before looking that I would find my son, Dylan, and his buddy in crime laughing because they had pulled a prank on me.

"I finally gotcha, Mom!" my son said.

"Man, that was so easy." Walker's son, Matt, said, diving under water as I dove after him.

"You two are now officially on my list. Bread and water for you for the duration of the vacation." I said, laughing that they had gotten me.

"I started to warn you, but it was just too good an opportunity to miss." John said, pulling me into his arms and kissing me.

"Oh, we're leaving if you're going to start the mushy stuff." the two boys moaned.

"Get a room, you guys!" came one of my son's favorite sayings as he and Matt swam away.

"We do have a room," I yelled after them, "You don't hear us screaming and moaning every night?" I asked, knowing what the response was going to be.

"Ewwwwwww! God, why can't you be like other parents who don't have sex and don't talk about it with their kids?" Dylan asked, with Matt saying "Yeah!" in agreement.

"Oh, you know you boys love it! I saw you talking to those two pretty girls on the beach. Now go play like good little boys." Walker yelled to them as they quickly put distance between us and them.

Turning my attention back to John, I kissed him again. "What happened to the fishing, boys?"

"Boys? We got your boys right here." Walker piped up. I didn't need to see the gesture he was making under the water to know what he was talking about.

"Only a figure of speech, Walk. You know that." I said.

"I'm sure after last night, she knows the men from the boys." John laughed, knowing he would make me blush. And blush I did, deep crimson.

"Hey, no fair....this is two against one. We can have this conversation when Becky's awake." I responded and swam out a bit deeper. Past the waves to calmer water.

John swam out behind me, grabbing my leg and pulling me to him. "Sure we can talk about this when Becky's around. But we can also talk about it now," he said. Wrapping my legs around his waist so I wouldn't float away, I looked at Walker then back at John, wondering what the hell they were up to.

"Sounds like the two of you have been comparing notes, is that it?" I inquired.

"Sure we have," Walker replied, "haven't you and Becky?" a bemused smiled creeping across his face.

"Well, not in any depth, no." I countered.

As the conversation continued, my hands were on his shoulders and John's hands were roaming my body under the surface of the water-unbeknownst to Walker. His hands slid up into the legs of my suit, cupping my ass cheeks, at times spreading them open, as he talked to Walker and I. 

‘You will, though." he said, his eyes twinkling. "You girls talk about everything."

"Ohhhh, like you guys don't? I bet the two of you talked about every detail of what happened to each of you last night, didn't you?" I asked, watching them smile at each other guiltily. "You did, didn't you?" feeling myself turn pink again.

"Okay, yes....we've talked about it . Guys are guys are guys, and I wanted all the details. And I'm sure when you and Becky get the chance....girls will be girls will be girls. You tell me you aren't going to compare the size of our cocks and everything we did to you with them?" John asserted.

"Okay, okay. I give." I said in defeat. Hugging him to me, loving the feeling of his warm hard body against mine.

"You do?" Walker mused, "can I have some, too, then?"

"Down Big Boy, you got your's last night." I quipped, not believing the words came out of my mouth. Neither, it seemed, could the guys, because they both burst out laughing raucously.

"Am I missing all the fun?" Becky called, working her way out to where we were.

"Oh, no, not at all. The ‘boys' are just trying to find out whether you and I have been comparing notes about last night, as they have. And John wants to see how many times he can make me blush in the process." I explained.

"You can't blame me cause you blush so easily. And we've already told ya', we have your ‘boys' right here." again the unmistakable gesture of them cupping their ‘manhood' underwater. 

Since my legs were still wrapped around John's waist, he had to reach around and between my legs to achieve this. Instead of cupping himself, his fingers slipped into the leg of my suit bottom and spread my lips open, one finger teasing my slit. Looking over, I saw Becky making her way to Walker. The water coming up to her chest, as it did to the rest of us. Walker pulled Becky into his arm and I heard her whisper, "No one would ever mistake you for a boy, Sexy."

John's fingers brought my attention back to him quickly. My hands caressed down his stomach and down the front of his swimsuit until I found what I wanted. Leaning in, stroking him softly, I whispered very softly, "I want some of that right here and right now."

Looking around the see all of the kids on the shore, he searched my eyes to see if I was serious about the request. "Here? Now?" he whispered back, his eye motioning to Walker and Becky not 5 feet away from us talking and kissing.

"Don't let the boys see you doing that mushy stuff," I said as I reached down and pulled the waistband of his suit down until it cupped under his balls. I rolled his balls in my hand and stroked his cock, slyly watching him attempt to keep a straight face. 

"And why is that?" Becky asked, now behind Walker with her arms wrapped around his waist.

"Because you'll get a lecture for not acting like a ‘regular' parent." I laughed, still stroking my husband to hardness. When he was hard, I pulled my swimsuit to one side and slid my pussy down on his cock, all the while talking to Becky and Walker.

"And what, exactly, is a regular parent?" she laughed.

Walker finished this one for me, "Parents who don't kiss and hug or discuss s-e-x around their kids." he mused.

"Uh huh. Right. Like their little ears don't pick up when they hear us say anything about sex." she replied.

With the waves rocking us gently, Becky and Walker didn't seem to suspect a thing. "I don't think they like the idea of their parents actually ‘doing it'," John managed in a normal voice, to my disbelief. "Get Dylan and Matt away from you women and they want to know everything about woman and sex."

"Okay, okay. Some ideas I don't want put in my head right now." I said shaking the thought out of my head and giving John a meaningful look and purposely squeezing him with the muscles of my pussy. John involuntarily sucked in a loud breath and pushed deep into me.

"You okay, John?" Walker asked.

"Yeah, man,"catching his breath and gently rocking into me as he talked, "felt something against my leg. Almost jumped out of my skin."

Worried looks came over Becky's and Walker's face. "What did it feel like? Maybe we should move in toward shore a little ways. Sharks come up into more shallow water than this don't they?" Walker said anxiously.

"We are a good ways out, don't you think?" Becky worried aloud, both of them looking back to shore and checking the water around them. With their attention focused elsewhere for a moment, John thrust his cock hard into my pussy several times and came deep inside of me. Becky and Walker both turned just in time to see us part and him shiver all over. John laughed, turning a little red and said, "Sorry, I've got the heebie-jeebies. It was probably just some seaweed or a fish. I'm going to get out of the water for bit."

Seeing his red face, Walked tried to console him. "Don't be embarrassed man. I'm a wuss about things like this, too. I'd have screamed like a girl if whatever touched you had got me."

John had to laugh at this, knowing Walker had no idea what had just taken place right before his eyes. I couldn't resist chiding him, "We don't want the big sea-monster to get us then, Becky. Our husband's would be too busy running."

John whispered in my ear, "You are so wicked, wench."

"And you wouldn't have me any other way, would you?" I whispered back.

Out loud so the others could hear, "You've never run from my sea monster before, Claire."

"I don't know... Becky ran from mine the first time she saw it." Walker added. "She got use to it after I broke her in, though."

Becky and I both splashed them with water. "You two are incorrigible."

"Hey, no big words. If you want to call us horny, one track minded guys, just say so." John teased as we walked out of the water.

"Is everyone ready for lunch?" I asked, knowing the kids answers already. 

"Mom, can we stay out here?" was the majorities request.

"We're here for a week and the water's not going anywhere, I promise." Becky put in.

"Let's have lunch, then we can go out on the boat after lunch." John added, knowing this would be a bribe they wouldn't refuse.

"YEAH!" came the roar from the kids.

The guys made sure the kids showered off outside as Becky and I prepared a quick lunch of hoagies sandwiches, soup and chips. The kids consumed their lunch in no time flat. While they waited for the ‘slow' adults to eat, the boys went up stairs to play video games and the girls went up to watch cartoons. 

We all finished eating, cleaned up the kitchen quickly with Walker and John's help. Becky went upstairs to tell the kids we were ready to go. Dylan and Matt bounded down the stairs, out the door and into the Tahoe. Becky came down the stairs slowly. "Looks like the girls are pooped,"she said. "They are both conked out on their beds. I hate to wake them up, they'll be grumpy for the rest of the afternoon if I do."

I knew what she said was right, so I offered, "John and I will stay here and let them get their nap out."

"No, you go and Walker and I will stay. It's your boat. We don't want to be the first ones to use it on the vacation." she insisted.

I had to laugh at her words, "Tell you what, John and I will take the boys out and bring the boat around and anchor out just a bit in front of the cabin and use the raft to come ashore. If the girls are awake by then, you can join us."

She and I walked out together to talk to the men about the change in plans. Everyone was agreeable with the arrangement. After little fuss, John, Dylan, Matt and I were headed to the Marina to take the boat out.

**Becky and Walker's Talk about it**

After watching Claire, John and the boys leave, I went up to check the girls. They were both deep in sleep. I came down stairs to the sound of the shower. Walking into the bedroom I had shared with John last night, I found my husband in the shower. Not one to miss a chance for fun, I took off my swim suit and stepped into the shower behind him. "Hello, stranger. Mind if I share your bath?" I teased.

Turning to find me naked, "Ma'am you can share my bath any day. I have to warn you though. You have to pay your way." he said in his most sexy cowboy voice.

"I do? Kind Sir, what would you have me do to pay my way?" I purred in a deep southern drawl.

Handing me the soap, "You'll have to wash every inch of me....and I mean everywhere." he said.

"Everywhere? You mean like this?" I drawled, soaping his chest, paying special attention to his nipples.

"Ooh, yes"

"And this?" my hand soaping down his stomach, further to the thick pubic hair, then soaping his balls and scrotum, then around behind him, playing in the crevice as I soaped his ass, purposely not touching the most important part. "Am I doing it right, sir?"

His voice cracking just a bit, "Oh yes, but I think you missed a spot." his hands guiding my soapy one to his now hard cock. "Mmmmm, that's it. But it's my turn now." he said, taking the soap from me, he began rubbing soap all over my breasts, using his fingers to tease them and pinch them. He soaped down my back, over the curved of my ass before I felt his fingers spread my cheeks and soap me there. He soaped my stomach and worked his way down to the full bush covering my outer lips. He covered them with soap before spreading them wide and soaping all that they protected within them. Taking the showerhead out of its holder, I began to rinse him off as he continued to soap me. Making sure I rinsed every inch of him, paying special attention to his manhood, which was now rock hard. And when he had finished soaping me down, he took the shower head and began slowly rinsing me, spreading every nook and cranny, making sure he left no inch of me unattended with the shower head. Turning off the shower, we stepped out, forgetting about drying off. My lips found his and embers that had been simmering all morning, burst finally into flame. Lifting me up onto the sink, he spread my legs and stepped in closer to me. My hands played down his back as our lips and tongues played with each other.

"You were turned on when you realized it wasn't me in bed with you, weren't you?" he asked.

"Walker, I thought it was you. Of course, I was turned on."

"I'm talking after the fact, Becky. When you knew for certain, the cock inside your pussy was not mine. Say it. I want to hear you say it how good it felt."as his hands spread open my lips and teased me.

"Careful, Walker. This isn't one of our fantasy talks. This is your best friend." my hands trailing down to his nipples, loving the feeling of them under my touch. Enjoying the way it made him moan when I pinched them gently and rolled them between my finger and thumb.

"Then look me in the eye and tell me you didn't enjoy it." he said, his hands in my hair making me look him in the eye. "Tell me when you realized it was John in bed with you, that you stopped everything right then?

"No, I didn't stop. I was drunk, my body was on fire and I thought my mind was playing tricks on me–it just felt sooooo good." my fingers still playing with his nipples as I admitted this.

"When did you realize it?"

"When I slid down to take the head of your cock in my mouth and took you in my hands to guide into my mouth. I knew it wasn't you because you're so thick and I was able to get more of my hands around the cock I was holding....and was able to slip more of his cock into my mouth," looking sheepishly, "...and down my throat. But I wasn't thinking straight after three, maybe four strong margaritas." I said, feeling guiltily.

"So my cock is thicker than John's?" he asked as his eyes searched mine. "What else did you let him do to you with it? Come on, tell me.""

Sensing my husband's arousal at my words, it was dawning on me that the idea of my being with his best friend didn't bother him at all. He wasn't jealous in the least.

"Sweetie, you have to remember, I thought he was you." I carefully explained.

"I believe you. What did he do to you?"

"He crawled into bed and started eating me...."my husband's fingers spread my lips open and massaged my clit. "He seemed intrigued with my clit....couldn't get enough of sucking it. Wrapping his lips around it and running his tongue around it over and over. It really turned him on and I didn't complain. I kept thinking how long it had been since you'd really gotten into to eating my pussy like that."

Walker smiled at this, "That's not true. He's probably never seen a clit like your's. Claire is clean shaven and her clit is more of a button, so your little erection must have driven him wild. I bet you enjoyed pulling his mouth down onto your little cock, too, didn't you? Making him suck it until you came?"he whispered in his deep sexy voice.

With is fingers working in and out of my pussy, my climax was building, "Yes, yes, yes, I enjoyed having him suck me." I said breathlessly.

"What if it had been Claire sucking you?" he said added wickedly, knowing what the thought would do to me. "You would have let her eat you as long as she wanted, I know." he said, breathless himself, then quickly getting back to the details of last night. " And if he got his cock down your throat....I bet you let him fuck your mouth, didn't you? What about your ass? Did you let him have your ass?" those words from my husband caught me a little by surprise. 

"Yes, I enjoyed being able to swallow his cock, but I let him no where near my ass. The feeling was new to me, being able to swallow him. It felt so good, sweetie." Walker kissed me so hard I thought he would bruise my mouth. "I know we've fantasized about this many times, but does this mis-up really turn you on this much? This idea of my making love to John?"

"Becky, you have no idea how turned on I was this morning at breakfast when I found out that you and John had sex last night, too. I wanted to bend you over the table right there and ram my cock into you right in front of them. Add my cum to the cum he had already put there. And finding out that he fucked my wife's mouth while I was doing the same to Claire's..... God, that is beyond incredible."excitement filled his voice.

As strange as that sounded, hearing those words come out of my husband's mouth sent shock waves over me..... down to my pussy. He softly kissed my lips, playing with my breasts, sucking them and nibbling them. Working his way downward between my thighs, opening me wide for his pleasure. "damn, I love your hairy pussy." he said as he began sucking me and biting my outer lips softly at first, then harder making me moan louder. Stretching them wide open he began drinking and lapping up the wetness he had created within them, mixed with the remaining remnants of John's semen.. His tongue swirled over my clit as I moaned loudly at the thought and pulled him deeper into my pussy. "If I knew having a strange cock between my legs would do this to you, I might have done it long ago." I said, breathlessly. He looked up at me, his face covered with juice. "Or maybe it's Claire's pussy that has you so turned on."

He looked up at me and grinned, "What man wouldn't love to eat and fill two beautiful pussies in one day? You know I've always had fantasies about her...... but would never ever have acted on it. And the idea of you fucking another man? I've always wanted to watch that...the expressions on your face when we make love. To be able to see them while someone else was making love to you.....just the thought. Knowing that you and John were making love while Clair and I were having marathon sex is driving me crazy." 

His fingers and lips went back to work on my pussy as I thought about what he had said. "Did you enjoy her body last night?" I asked, picturing him eating her bare pussy with this type of vigor.

He stood up, his rock hard cock teasing my pussy but never penetrating me. As he sucked first one nipple, then the other he began, "I slid up under the covers thinking I would give you a nice surprise. I spread your legs open and looking forward to pressing my lips into those thick hairy lips of yours and was very pleasantly surprised to find them clean shaven. After six beers this didn't sink in, I thought maybe you had decided to shave to wear that bikini swim suit. I spread your pussy lips open ran my tongue over the clit and found a button instead of your little hard-on. It was so erotic... different, I guess you could say." he explained in his sex filled voice.




Accidental Fantasy: The Day After



"I know, kind of like reaching down and wrapping your fingers around something normal sized instead of the size of a drink bottle." I giggled.

"Yeah, just like that," he said, again teasing my pussy with the head of his cock. "Becky, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Will you marry me?" he teased.

Winking at him wickedly, I said, "Let me think about it........ So how did if feel to have your cock down Claire's throat?" I asked slyly. "Did you enjoy fucking her mouth?"

"I knew you two had compared notes!!" he exclaimed, "Claire said you hadn't had time to."

"Only a very few minutes. But it was time enough to find out that you lived several of your fantasies last night." I insisted mysteriously.

"What did she tell you?" Walker asked, trying to find out how much I knew.

"Enough. Now answer the question."

"Yes, God, yes I enjoyed feeling my cock down her throat. That is a first for me." he said much too excitedly he realized. "I mean, I love it when you suck me..."

"Don't lie," Becky teased, "Just because I can't do that for you doesn't mean you wouldn't enjoy it if it happened by mistake."

"Really? You aren't jealous?" he asked.

"Yes, I am jealous, " I stated emphatically. "Jealous that I can't do it for you.... but at least I experienced it with Johan." I smiled to let him know I wasn't angry. "But I can't be jealous that you fulfilled that fantasy since I was doing the same with John. And I know you got off having anal sex with Claire."

"What?! She told you about that?" he said, a little too concerned.

"Of course, she did. Said she had to give you a lesson in the art of anal pleasure first, though." I added mischievously.

"How much did she tell you?" he questioned.

"Enough, to know that you enjoyed the lesson." I said.

"Hmmm, well right now I want to give you a lesson in pleasure." he said, as he stopped teasing my opening and pushed his hardness deep into me, gently. "So did you enjoy him doing this to you?" he asked as he pushed in deeper. When I didn't answer, he pulled out completely and waited for me answer.

Exasperated and wanting him back inside of me, I said, "Yes, I enjoyed having his cock inside of me." pulling his hips back to me.

"Was he as gentle as I am with you?"

Averting my eyes from his, I didn't say anything.

"He gave you a good fucking, didn't he?" he asked, a little disbelieving. "Tell me. I thought it hurt to fuck you hard. Did it?"

Embarrassed to admit this to my husband, I finally whispered, "Yes. He made love to me hard and I begged for it. His size made the difference, Hun. It didn't hurt when he rammed his cock in. It felt, um, incredible." Walker pressed deep inside of me, careful not to thrust as hard as I knew he wanted to, but I could tell talking about all of this had him very close to climax.

"Did you fuck her hard, I mean the way I know you like to? She must have enjoyed it if she wanted you to take her ass?" I asked him.

"My size didn't bother her. In fact, she was a wild woman. She told me it was a fantasy to have more than she could take. I gave her all that I had, everywhere she wanted and she begged for it, too." he said with a wicked grin. "Guess John and I both had you begging." For some strange reason, the thought of him pounding my best friend sent me over the edge. I pulled him deep into me as I thought of him doing the same to Claire. "Fuck my pussy, Hun, like you did Claire's last night," I whispered, sending him over the edge into orgasm and feeling his warm seed fill my center.

The pitter patter of little feet on the stairs and giggling brought us back to reality. "The girls are up." I said, in case he had not heard them. Not having time to dwell, I washed and cleaned up. Dressed quickly, leaving my husband getting dressed, as I went down stairs to look for the girls. We lay in silence enjoying the sun and the sound of the waves.

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It was around 3 o'clock when John, the boys and I anchored a little bit from shore and zip up to shore in the raft. The girls had finished their naps and were playing in the surf. Becky and Walker looked completely serene basking in the sun a few feet away on lounge chairs. John's cry of "Up and at ‘em" both the calm scene in front of me.

"It's about time you guys made it back," Walker piped up. "I was getting ready to call the Coast Guard."

"Oh quick your bitchin' man," John chimed. "We figured about an hour or so was long enough for the girls to nap."

"And you timed it right," Becky said. "The girls have been up for maybe 15 minutes. It was nice to have the ‘down' time." she said, looking mischievously over at Walker, who grinned from ear to ear. "Yeah, ‘down' time. That's a good word for it." he said, noting the kids weren't within earshot.

Looking between the two of them it was evident what they meant. John just laughed and slapped Walker on the back.

"Ready to go out on the boat for a bit?" the question directed at Walker but the kids all gave a resounding "YES!!!" before he could even think about answering.

Becky, who I knew was not fond of being on the water, begged off. "You all go and I'll stay here and sun a bit, then start dinner."

"I'll stay and help with dinner, too." I offered. "Sweetie, you and Walker go with the kids."

"Are you sure?" John said because he knew I loved being on the boat.

"Yes, I'm sure. We have the whole week, okay?"

The kids were in the raft waiting for the adults to stop talking, "Come on, hurry up!"

Walker climbed in and John started the engine and Becky and I watched them zip back out to the boat and climb on, then slowly move out into deeper water.

"You didn't have to stay because of me," Becky insisted as they moved out of sight.

"I wasn't leaving you to cook dinner by yourself for this brood. And besides, I'll take quiet time when I can get it, believe me." I laughed and spread the towel Walker had been sitting on, out on the lounger and laid down on my tummy to enjoy the sun before dinner time.

Becky and I had a dinner of grilled chicken, scalloped potatoes, barbeque beans, tossed salad, with hot dogs for the girls, done and the table set by the time our husbands and kids came ashore. We had each poured a margarita and sat down outside to watch the sun set over the water, when the normal sounds of home reached our ears. Everyone was ravenous, thus dinner was fast and quiet. The kids, even the boys were worn out from their first day of vacation and sun. After baths were done and the girls were settled playing ‘house' up in their room and the boys playing video games in their room, we adults sat on the deck, sipping our drink of choice and talking about everything and nothing. After a short time we all decided this day had worn us out too, and we headed in to bed. This time making sure we were in the right bedrooms.

I was up early the next morning, again, wanting to enjoy the solitude as I watched the sun come up while I drank my morning glass of tea. Walker again had somehow made it out onto the beach before me and was busy fishing. I spread a towel on the sand and sat down, put my sunglasses on and watched him as he fished. He finally became aware of my presence and put his rod down and walked down the beach to where I was sitting.

"You must get a lot of worms," I said remembering our conversation the morning before.

"Yup...best time to fish is before the sun comes up. At least it is to me." he said dropping down on to the sand beside me.

"Are you okay this morning?" I ventured.

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?" he asked in a serious tone.

"You know," I said. "I just want to make sure you and Claire are okay and things are right between you."

"Claire, don't worry about us. Things couldn't be better."

"Really? So, I'm assuming that means that it turned her on as much as it turned John on...this mix up of ours."

"Honest. Becky has always been jealous of any woman I've looked at......this with you and John has her more turned on than I thought something like this could." We were quiet for a few minutes the Walker said, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure. I can't promise I'll answer it, but ask away," I said giving him a sidelong glance under my glasses.

"You said that you and John have lived out most of your fantasies"

"Yes, we have." I said

"And you said anything that happens between two consenting adults is game for you. That struck me as funny since you didn't say between a man and a woman. Don't get mad, okay? My question is, have you ever been with a woman?"

A broad smile crossed my face, "What makes you ask that?"

"The fact that you are so...so...so open about sex and making love. You said you've experienced almost everything you've fantasized about."

Removing my glasses, I looked into his eyes and extracted a promise. "If I tell you, you must tell no one else, okay? Our small town would not understand and my family is very important to me. Promise me."

"Ok, ok, I promise. I can't say anything about you, you could easily bust me, so my lips are sealed about anything that's said or happens this whole week."

"Okay, then. Yes, I've been with a woman, two in fact. One long term and one short term, which amounted to one night and I didn't like that."

"Did John know?"

"He and I have no secrets, so yes he knew before anything ever happened. Only he and the women, and now you, know that little secret." 

"How long ago?"

"It's been at least two years since I last had a ‘friend'" I said.

"Why that long?"

"Because I'm not attracted to every woman I see. And when I do find a woman I'm attracted to it's hard to tell whether or not she would be receptive, or totally turned off. I'm very discreet. I have to be."

"What type woman are you attracted to?" Walker asked with sincere interest.

"If you must know, I'm attracted to intelligent, down-to-earth, witty, doesn't take herself too seriously and independent women. A natural woman who doesn't need all the make-up to look good; she can be a tomboy but is still feminine when she wants to be. A woman comfortable in her own skin, with a little meat on her bones, preferably long hair to run my fingers through. There, does that answer your question?" I asked.

"You realize who you just described, don't you?" He said with a smug smile on his face.

"Don't even go there, Walker" I warned.

"You're attracted to Becky, aren't you?" he said with an incredulous laugh, hitting himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand. "I can't believe I never saw it."

"How could you? I'm not in the habit of letting things like that show. Becky is my best friend and I'm not going to mess that up by coming on to her."

"How long have you felt this attraction?"

"I am not about to answer that question!" I snapped

"Please. Come on, tell me." Walker begged.

"First I mix up and spend the night having sex with you and now you are asking me how long I've been sexually attracted to your wife? Does that not feel strange to you?"

"Honestly? You have no idea how turned on you've had me since last night, right up to this last second. So no, it doesn't feel strange. If you tell me, I'll tell you a secret. How about that?"

With a sigh of exasperation, "Since around the second week our boys started football practice together. I loved the way the two of you were so much in love, like John and I. And I loved the way you treated each other, how independent and in control she could be when needed and how beautiful she was in just a t-shirt and jeans. I really didn't realize it until she leaned in to talk to me one cold morning and she lost her balance. My arms went around her to steady her and it was so natural to her....she didn't act embarrassed or silly about falling into my arms or jump away like I had cooties or something." I mused, "She stayed where she was, finished what she had to say then moved back. I was so aroused being breast to breast with her and I've never forgotten it.....but I would never ever come on to her. Does that answer your question?" I asked. "So what's your big secret, my new bestest friend? " I said winking.

"You can't mention this to John and you definitely can't tell Becky I told you or she kill me and be embarrassed to death. Okay?"

"Ok, so get on with it." I quipped

"Becky and I talk about each other's fantasies, too. And more than once, when she's had one drink too many and I can actually get her to let her hair downs, she's said she wants to make love to another woman. That in itself, was a turn on for me, but I knew it would never happen unless she was totally drunk. One night she was especially amorous and we were having one of our dirty talk sessions, she said lately she's almost obsessed with touching, feeling, kissing another woman. This surprised me because she never usually went into detail. So I asked her if she had someone in mind. She smiled slyly and said, ‘yes'. She didn't want to tell me at first, but I finally got it out of her that it's you." he said, a happy grin on his face.

"What?" I said, not believing what I was hearing.

"If she's ever with a woman, she wants it to be with you."

"No way!" I said, not wanting to complicate this little soap opera anymore than it already was. But I was left with images I had thought of on more than one occasion. 



Accidental Fantasy: The Next Day



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Part Three: The Next Day

Walker was eager to get my reaction to what he had just told me, but I was equally uneager to discuss my thoughts of Becky with him. The part of me that was attracted to women was a very private part of me. Inside, I was kicking myself in the butt for ever telling Walker that I was bisexual. 

"I need you to promise me one more thing, Walker. And this one is very important." I stressed.

"Okay. What is it?" he asked warily.

"Promise me that you won't try to push Becky. I want my friendship to stay as it is with her. I don't want you telling her, or even hinting to her that I'm bi or that I'm attracted to her. It's a turn on to you, I know that….but don't think if you give her gentle nudges it will help. You'll end up embarrassing her or embarrassing both of us. Are we clear?" I asked, removing my sunglasses to look into his eyes.

I could see he was wrestling with himself to give such a promise. But I also knew if he tried to push Becky into sex with me that would be the end of our friendship.

"Ok, ok." Walker replied, his shoulder slouching a bit in defeat.

"I'm not against it happening. But if I feel pressured, I tend to put on the brakes. The same will be the case if you decide to force this to happen." I said, and not wanting to discuss the subject further with him, I stood up, "I'm going to see if John and the kids are awake yet." effectively closing the subject with him.

I was greeted with quiet as I walked up onto the back deck and knew before I opened the door of the cabin that the kids were not awake yet. It was much too peaceful. Walking into the kitchen, I found Becky still in her PJ's, hair tousled, making herself a cup of the coffee I had put on before going down to the beach.

"Good morning, Beck. Did you sleep well last night?" I asked, grabbing a clean cup and pouring a cup of the steaming liquid for John.

She turned around and leaned against the counter, coffee cup in hand, as I spooned sugar and poured cream into the cup. "I slept superbly last night." She said with a crooked smile on her face.

"Me, too." I laughed, "And after yesterday, I say we both deserve it."

"You….said…...a….mouth….full." she said between blows on the hot cup of coffee in her hands.

Turning around, I leaned on the counter beside her. "So you and I are okay?" I asked, apprehensively awaiting a reply.

Leaning her head on my shoulder, "We couldn't be better, Claire. It happened, we can't change that. And everyone involved enjoyed the mix up, soooo…." She said, pushing off from the counter and walking into the living room with her cup of coffee. 

Following her lead, I took John's cup of coffee and walked behind her, but turned and headed down the hall into our bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I saw that John was just beginning to stir. 

**John and Claire's Talk about It**

"Good morning, Sleepyhead." I said, setting the cup of coffee on the bed table and crawling onto the bed to kiss him.

"Mmmmm," he moaned his voice raspy with sleep. 

"Is that for the kiss? Or the coffee?" I asked, reaching over to get the cup of coffee.

"Mmmmmm, a little of both…" he said, sitting up to take the cup from me. "You are so good for me….and to me."

"Don't fool yourself." I said, teasingly, "I married you for your money."

"Oh yeah?" he laughed, blowing on the coffee.

"Yeah." I said, leaning over to kiss him again. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Claire. You make me so happy, in so many ways."

"Do I?" I asked inquisitively

"You know you do." He said emphatically, turning in the bed to face me. 

"Even after yesterday?" still feeling the apprehension I felt earlier talking to Becky.

"With or without yesterday." He said, "You know me, Claire." And set the coffee cup down on his bedside table. Turning he pulled me into his arms, "…and you know the only thing that I didn't enjoy about the other night.." he whispered with his chin on top of my head, "…was that I wasn't there to watch."

I pulled back and looked at him, searching his eyes for the truth. Finding this, I questioned, "So this fantasy you've talked about incessantly for years is real?"

"Of course, it's real. And 'what happened'," he emphasized, "still has me turned on." He said, pulling me back into his arms. "The idea of you and Walker……doing the things you do to me….he never knew what hit him, did he? He thinks I'm married to a wild woman."

I had to laugh at this. "So you don't mind…..?"

"No, I don't mind…" he said as he nibbled my ear, "…that he got just a taste of my full course meal."

Leaning my head back as he kissed down my neck, "Ooooh, Becky and I both agree that Walker's a full course meal all by himself." I purred.

"Oh really?" John quizzed, as he moved my swimsuit top to the side, his lips capturing one of my nipples and suckling it. "So you enjoyed the fantasy of finally having a thick cock? And yes, I know Walker's cock is thicker than mine. I've gotten a glimpse of it while showering at the gym. So I know he gave parts of you a bigger work over than you're use to. But I still am not totally sure just what parts of you he got to 'stretch' and work out…" he said, laughing at his play on words.

"I thought it was you, John." I said to remind him.

"Yes, I know you did. Just as I thought Becky was you," He murmured, "but it was your fantasy come true, wasn't it? Did his cock hurt?"

"No…well, yes…you know how I enjoy it when I'm really turned on…pleasure with just a hint of pain. Yes, I'm still sore from him." I said, knowing this was what my husband wanted to hear.

"Oh, god…." He said, pulling my swimsuit bottom down, his fingers in a quest for the wetness he knew he would find. "You begged him to put his thick cock deep inside your pussy, didn't you? I know you did!" 

"Yes, I did that and more." I gasped.

"More? Meaning?" he asked, as he moved so that he was between my legs. 

"Meaning I know that he told you everything. So I know that you know he fucked every part of me. I thought it was you, John, so he and I did everything you and I do when we are both very turned on." I said.

"Jesus, Claire……." He said, his hard cock teasing me. "I wish I could have been a fly on the wall."

Giggling at the thought, "Are you so sure you would have liked what you saw?" I asked.

"What do I have to do to convince you?" he asked.

Rolling my eyes, as if in deep thought, as his cock found my center, "Mmmmm, lick me clean of the next deposit from another man." I purred, just to see what his answer would be.

"If that's what it takes……..that's what I will do." He said.

"Really?" I asked, having not expected such an answer. "You would eat another man's cum out of my pussy?"

"Uh…..well, if it took that to convince you that I want to watch another man make love to you, yes, I would." He said with an uncertain look on his face, but he never stopped driving his cock deep into me. "But I'd much rather be licking your clit with a front row seat, while he shoves his cock into your pussy….hear you beg him to fuck you or beg him to stop." He said breathlessly in my ear as he moved his cock deep into my pussy, then pulled back…..over and over.

"Yessss," I begged, "yes, Sweetie, just like that."

"Did you enjoy his cock in your ass?"

"Oh, gawd, yes….it hurt like hell at first, but when I finally got it all in….ooooh!" I said. "Fuck me, John. Stretch my cunt the way I like."

John shoved deep into me then pulled out. "Like that?" he asked. "I bet Walker's cock felt like it was tearing you apart, didn't it?"

"Yes, it did. I thought he would rip my pussy apart before he was through." I panted.

"Damn, I wish I could have been there." He said.

"No, you don't. You were having much too much fun with Becky." I said. "You enjoyed her hairy pussy." I stated simply, "I know you did. And the feel of her throat as your cock stretched its way down?" I said, knowing he was close.

"Yes, yes, yes…."he gasped as he shoved deep into me, orgasming in several thrusts. His warmth spread deep inside of me. "Hell yes, I enjoyed her mouth and throat. And that hairy pussy was so different from your baby smooth muff. When my fingers found her hard clit standing erect, I realized it wasn't you….just knowing it was a strange cunt…..I almost came right then. I've never felt a clit as big as her's. I could actually wrap my lips around it and run my tongue around it. No way could I be upset with you………….not when I was doing the same thing in the room across the hall."

We laid in each other's arms and fell asleep for a little while. Waking about half an hour later, we heard the kids' voices down stairs and knew it was past time to get up.

Jumping up out of bed, I dressed in a matter of minutes and hurried to the kitchen to feed the kids.

After breakfast the kids were chomping at the bit to get down to the water. Becky and I headed down with them. Spreading our towels on the lounge chairs, Becky and I prepared to lounge and enjoy some time in the sun while John and Walker fished and kept their eyes on the kids.

Realizing that Becky had not put on sun-block, I cautioned "You really don't want to cook the early into the vacation, Beck."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." she mumbled.

Sitting up, I grabbed her sun-block and poured some into my hand, letting it warm up. "I'm not worried. I just don't want to be seen with a lobster the rest of the week." I teased as I began massaging the lotion onto her back. "You'll be miserable the rest of vacation if you get burned today." I said as I put lotion on her shoulders and arms. 

Her incoherent mumble in response told me she was not listening, but enjoying the massage and relaxing into sleep. I poured more lotion into my hand and gave it time to warm up. Starting at her ankle, I worked the lotion into her skin and began moving up her calf to the knee. Then, I moved to her other ankle and spread lotion up her calf. Pouring more lotion into my hand, I spread lotion upwards from her knee to her thigh and did the same on the other leg. Hands still working at spreading lotion, I glanced over at the others to see the guys fishing, the boys still swimming and the girls enmeshed in their sandcastle. Hearing a low moan from Becky, I glanced back to find that my hand had strayed from the back of her upper thighs to the inside of her thighs. My fingers froze, horrified that she might think I had done so on purpose. Watching the slight rhythmic rise and fall of torso, I realized that she was moaning in her sleep. I massaged lotion up to where the curve of her ass began, just below her swimsuit bottom then allowed my hands again to stray downward, softly massaging the insides of her thighs. Feeling my hands on her thighs, she spread her legs a bit, making me wonder if she was really asleep or awake and aware of what my hands were doing. It didn't matter, the movement allowed my hands better access and I took the subtle liberty of caressing her inner thigh. I made sure my fingers stayed just shy of those forbidden areas, just grazing what I knew to be very sensitive zones, over and over as I mindlessly watched the activity around me.

"If you keep that up, you'll have me begging you to finish." Becky said, turning her head in my direction, the big grin on her face showing her pearly whites.

"I thought you were asleep." I said, feeling my face flush.

"No, I've been just enjoying it…and didn't want you to stop. You've had me so close several times now." She said.

"Close?" I asked, not quite understanding her statement.

"…. to cumming," she whispered. 

"U-u-h-h!" I stammered. "I'm sorry, Becky. I didn't realize…." I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Don't worry, I'm not upset. You didn't realize what your fingers were doing to me. And I wasn't about to ask you to stop." she laughed turning over to her back. "Walker's idea of a massage lasts about two minutes and is usually too hard for me to enjoy. You have incredible hands….so soft, so firm…..and so knowing." I wanted her to explain 'knowing', but any further conversation on the subject was cut short by the sound of distant voices.

"How do?!" we heard.

We both turned to look up toward the cabin and saw my husband's parents walking down to the water. I got up and walk up to meet them.

"Hi Mom. Hi Dad." I replied, happy to see them.

"We aren't too early, are we?" John's mother asked.

"Of course not!" I told her, just as my kids caught sight of them walking down.

"Mema! Pa!" Taylor and Dylan screamed in unison, as they ran up to greet them.

"Good. We wanted to get an early start." My father said as he scooped up his granddaughter. "Are you ready to go to the Miracle Strip?" he asked the kids.

"YES, SIR!!!!!!" they both yelled at the same time.

"Can Matt and Amanda come along, too?" John's mother asked Becky.

"Oh, no." she said. "This is your time with your grandkids." 

"Oh, don't be silly!" My mother said in mock consternation. "Of course they are welcome to come along. It'll be fun. We wouldn't hear of leaving them behind. Please let them come along!" she said.

Becky thought about it for a moment. "Are you sure they won't be an imposition?" she asked.

"Of course they won't!" she stated emphatically. "We'll have a ball."

"Okay then." Becky said, then turning to Matt and Amanda, who had followed Taylor and Dylan up, she asked, "Matt, Amanda? Do you want to go to Miracle Strip with Taylor and Dylan and Mema and Pa Lawrence?"

"YES, MA'AM!!!!" came the unmistakably excited response.

Becky and I walked up to the cabin to get the kids ready for an overnight stay in Panama City, while John's parents walked down to the water to say hello to him. The kids ran ahead of us and were changed within minutes. It took them only several minutes more to get strapped in to their seatbelts. They were ready and waiting when John's parents walked out to the vehicle. Becky and I kissed them goodbye, instructing them to behave. Telling them we would see them tomorrow, we waved goodbye as they drove out of sight, headed to Panama City Beach and all the fun amusements a kid loves.

Becky and I walked back into the cabin. John and Walker had given up fishing and were inside, their rods & reels and tackle boxes in hand.

"We're going to head out on the boat. See if we have better luck." John said, kissing me as he headed out the front door with his arms full.

"It's almost lunch time. Do you want to stay and eat lunch or pack a cooler with sandwiches and take it with you?" I offered.

"A cooler of sandwiches and beer would be great, Sexy'." John answered, leaning over to kiss me.

"We'll get the cooler ready while you guys put the gear in the vehicle." I said, grabbing some Kaiser rolls and opening the refrigerator. A few minutes later we had lunch packed for them and decided to make lunch for ourselves while we were at it.

"Do you need any help with the gear?" Becky asked, as I took the cooler out and put in the back seat of my Jeep.

"No. You girls just enjoy the rays…and the peace and quiet." Walker said as he kissed Becky and headed out to the vehicle. Becky walked out behind him. I leaned in a gave John a quick kiss as he cranked the Jeep. 

"No using my vehicle as a chick magnet." I teased them both. 

"What you don't know can't hurt you." Walker teased back as he settled in.

"Oh but it can hurt you," Becky said, "if I hear the local girls talking about two sexy, older guys trying to pick them up in a topless jeep."

"Older?!" they said in unison. "Speak for yourself, lady!" John retorted as he backed out. "Just for that, we're gonna go cruise the hunnies. You took your Viagra, right, Walker?" winking at me as he drove off.

After the guys had gone, Becky and I ate our lunch and mixed up some margaritas in the blender. We finished one each before pouring ourselves another into big draft mugs and heading down to the beach. We sipped our mugs and drifted in and out of slumber as we enjoyed the beach and sun without any responsibilities.

After what seemed like forever, Becky broke the silence. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can, Becky." I murmured, swimming up from the bottom of my slumber.

"How did you ever swallow Walker?" she questioned.

"I don't know." I smiling wryly, turning my face toward her. "Practice makes perfect, I guess."

"Can you teach me how?" she asked awkwardly, a sheepish look on her face.

"You want me to show you how I suck a cock?" I asked dubiously.

"Not just suck, but swallow. And not just any cock…Walker's." she said. "Until Friday night, I really didn't think such a thing was possible. And I'm pretty sure that he didn't think it was possible either." Tilting her head at an angle, "And my mouth is much bigger than your's….so how in the hell…" her voice trailed off. "did you manage to show me up with my own husband." She said, smiling drolly.

"Becky, I didn't mean to. I thought it was John." I said to remind her that it wasn't intentional. Then thinking about her question, I answered carefully. "It would be a bit…umm… unorthodox, to say the very least. But yes, I'd be willing to teach you."

"Could we do it now, while the guys are gone and the kids are away?"

she asked. "And if it's okay with you, can we keep this 'lesson' between us?"

Sitting up on my elbows and looking over at her, "Sure. What are best friends for?"

"Is that what best friends are for...," she said, smacking her palm to her forehead. "....to show me how to swallow my husband's cock?" she said laughed.

Laughing at her lighthearted joking about the whole thing, I got up from my lounger, and instructed her, "If you're really sure this is something you want to do, then let's go."

Becky followed me up the sand path to the cabin. We both poured another margarita and she followed me into the bedroom that John and I shared. Searching through my suitcase, I found what I was looking for. "Come here." I said, turning around to show her what I had in my hand, I waited to see her response.

"Is that a……?" The look on Becky's face was one of total surprise. I watched as a blush crept up her neck and face. Walking around and behind her, I reached around her body and between her legs. I pulled the straps back and fastened it on over her swimsuit bottom

"Yes, it is." I said, "Lie down on the bed. I'm going to show you rather than tell you what to do."

Suddenly, she didn't seem so sure that she liked what I was suggesting. Reaching over and picking up her mug, Becky drank deep of her margarita. Putting the mug down on the bedside table, she sat down on the edge of the bed and moved up onto the bed. Stifling a giggle, she reached down and squeezed the clear but deep red appendage standing at attention between her legs. "You are going to show me how to swallow my husband's cock by sucking my cock, Claire?"

"Yes, I am." I said, "So let's get started." climbing up onto the bed and between her legs. "There are a couple of tricks to getting a cock down. The first is lots of saliva. The wetter the cock is, the easy it slides down. Lubrication." I said. "You can drip your saliva onto the head. Or spit into your hand and cover the cock with it." I suggested, "There are flavored lubricants you can buy, but they never taste as good as they say, believe me. John and I have tried almost all the flavors."




Accidental Fantasy: The Next Day



She watched as I dripped saliva onto the head of the rubber cock, covering its surface completely. Leaning down, I sucked the head of it into my mouth. "And the angle of your head is important. Adjust your body so that your mouth and throat are in a straight line to make the 'slide' easy." I explained. Moving my mouth down onto her cock, I took it a little deeper into my mouth, then pulled back up. "Gagging is normal until you are comfortable with it…. relaxation is the big key here. Just relax and move down on it a little bit at a time. It might help to stick your tongue out against the underside of the shaft…like you would when saying "aaaah" for the doctor. Just pretend Walker's cock is the tongue depressor." I laughed, demonstrating what I meant for her. "Let your throat adjust with each little bit you swallow." I explained, and sucked the cock back into my mouth. Slowly I worked more and more of it into my throat until my nose touched the fabric of her swimsuit bottom. Coming up for air I noticed Becky's face was flushed. "Are you okay, Becky?" 

"Oh, yes, Claire." She said breathlessly, looking a little bit uncomfortable. "Just, um, focusing on what you are doing…..and saying."

"Sure about that? You don't 'look' okay." searching her face. When she laughed nervously, it occurred to me that her discomfort was due to her arousal at being in this situation.

"It's not every day I get to lay back and have my cock sucked." She giggled, though this time seemingly less nervous than she was in the beginning. "And watching you do it is causing a, um…god, it's turning me on, ok?" she said, the blush returning to her face. "Satisfied? You make it look so easy and even though I can't feel what you are doing, it's arousing me."

"Not easy," I smiled up at her from between her legs. "just enjoyable. If you don't enjoy doing it for a lover, they know it. It's going through the motions."

"I can tell you enjoy doing this….for John, I mean." she stuttered, "don't you?" 

"Yes, very much." I told her. "The reaction of his body. His moans. It drives me crazy to know I am responsible for pleasing him so much." I said, no longer sucking her strapped on cock. "Here, let me show you an easier position. Stand up by the side of the bed. It's easier to swallow his cock without gagging so much." I told her and lay down with my head hanging over the bed's edge. "With my head at this angle, my mouth and my throat are in a straight line. And I am more relaxed. It puts you in just the right position for him to just slide into your mouth and throat, especially a thicker cock like Walker's." I told her. "Don't expect to be able to take all of him the first time. It will stretch your throat in the beginning, because you aren't use to it. But the more often you try, the more relaxed you'll be and you'll be able to get a little more down each time."

She stepped up and touched the head of her strapped on cock to my lips. Upside down, I opened my mouth to her cock and let her do the rest. Feeling less anxious in this new position, she seemed to get more into it and actually pressed her cock into my mouth. Reaching my arms around her legs, I pulled her closer, thus deeper into my mouth until again my nose was being tickled by the fabric of her swimsuit. I was only too aware of her fragrance emanating through her swimsuit. It was my turn to be 'heady'. Becky seemed more relaxed and actually started to enjoy this little lesson. She began pushing her new found cock in and out of my mouth. In no time at all she had settled into a rhythm, fucking my mouth at a regular pace for a few minutes before stopping.

"Damn!" she said breathlessly. "I can see why men are so 'cocky' about having a cock." She said as she watched her body move the strap-on cock into and out of my mouth. "Watching you swallow all of that….it's like I'm accomplishing some major feat making you take all of it. What a power trip."

"Yes, it can be." I said when she pulled out completely. "Just think how big a rush it would be if that," pointing to the cock, "actually had nerve endings and you could feel what it was feeling." I purred, sitting up on the edge of the bed. 

"I can only imagine what it would feel to a man burying his hard cock in a wet pussy." She said more to herself than to me. "That would be the ultimate power trip."

Her new found aggressiveness and courage effected me enough to ask, "What if you could do that? Would you like to find out?" I asked her.

She looked at me with an incredulous look on her face. "And just how would we manage that?" she asked.

"I think between the two of us we can manage to give you that experience." I answered. 

Becky looked at me totally dumbstruck, "Claire, I couldn't…that would be…NOO." She stated emphatically.

"Why not? When are you ever going to have such a chance again?" I asked.

The look on her face told me she was giving it serious thought. We were both feeling 'fine as wine'(or in this case margaritas), so I could see any serious doubts were losing the battle against her arousal at the thought. "And just how do you propose we do this?"

With a good buzz on, I did something I had only dreamed about. Boldly, I took off my swimsuit bottoms, watching Becky the whole time to gauge her reaction. Moving up on the bed, I lay back on the pillows. With my eyes still on her face, I opened my legs and said, "I think I have all the equipment you would need for this experience." Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I used my index finger to beckon her back up on the bed. "Don't you think?" I asked.

"I, uh…." she laughed nervously, probably thinking we had both lost our minds. She gazed hungrily at my wet, smoothly shaved center. "I don't know, Claire. I don't think I should…..that we should….," she stuttered. Then changing tactics. "Why would you do this for me?"

"It's a new experience," I said laughed. "…and I'm always open to new experiences. No pun intended." As I looked down at my legs still spread open for her. Then with a little more sincerity, "Becky, I will enjoy it as much as you do. And if you don't, then we'll just stop." Again I beckoned her to me.

She moved up onto the bed between my legs, which I took as her consent. "Since we aren't lovers, there's been no foreplay, kissing, nibbling or caressing, you'll have to make me wet," I told her, watching her eyes get big at my words. Reaching over, I picked up the bottle of lubrication I had placed on the bed, "Use this." handing it to her.

Slightly relieved, she looked at the tube and a funny smile crossed her face as she opened it up and squeezed some into her hand. I watched closely as she smoothed the gel up and down the shaft, spreading it as she stroked herself. The look on her face changed to one of slight puzzlement….she hesitated a bit more, seemingly wrestling with herself over something. Finally she reached down with one hand to spread open my outer lips and spread the gel over my pussy with her other hand.

With much concentration, she directed the red gel cock into my waiting opening, pushing in slowly. Her hands supported her body as she moved up, her face even with mine. "Tell me if it doesn't feel right, okay?" she asked.

"Of course, I will." I said, bringing my legs together around her body and pulling her deeper into me. I inhaled deeply as she rocked deep inside me.

A moan escaped my lips involuntarily, "Oh, yes, Becky."

"Like that, Claire?" she asked.

"Yes, just like that." I gasped.

She moved in and out of me, my hips thrusting upward to meet her against my own will. I wanted to let her experience it without my input, but it was becoming increasingly hard with her thrusting deep into me, breast to breast with my body. I was in a battle with my own body not to enjoy having Becky in such a position. With her face to face with me, I fought the desire to lift up and kiss her deeply. Even with the knowledge that she was attracted to me, I did not want to scare her and lose a friend by taking advantage of her.

She had no clue what she was doing to me inside or just how turned on I was to be under her like this. In the end, I thought it better to just close my eyes, lay still and let her experience the power rush of using a cock to fuck a woman. A part of me wanted her to get so aroused that she would forget any reservations. I wanted her to make love to me willingly…..open herself up to me.

"Oh, God, Claire." She said as she moved up on her knees. Grabbing my ankles and holding them wide apart, she watched as she thrust the bright red cock in and out of my pussy. "Watching it pull your lips outward when I move out of you. I can't believe how arousing this is." She said between gasps, letting my legs rest on her shoulders. 

I couldn't take it any longer. Watching Becky's eyes, I moved my fingers down to rub my clit. Looking down between my legs, and seeing my fingers busy massaging my clit, she gasped, "What are you doing, Claire?"

"I can't help it, Becky. Your cock feels so good in my pussy." I said as she continued to push into me with the strap-on. I knew I should stop, sure that she would hate me later for what I was doing, but I couldn't fight what she was doing to me….it wasn't long before I was on the edge and falling over. 

I didn't hold back, "Oh fuck, Becky, fuck me!!!" I yelled through clinched teeth. "Bury that beautiful cock deep between my legs." I moaned. "Oh, God…..yes, yes just like that!"

Becky thrust into me faster as my fingers moved faster on my clit, until I screamed in orgasm. I hugged her to me, keeping her buried inside of me for a few minutes afterward. "don't move, stay…" I requested, and felt her whole body relax and lay still on top of me. 

"Thank you, Claire." Becky said as I felt her weight lifted from me minutes later. She moved up to lay beside me, both of us still catching our breath.

"The pleasure was all mine." I giggled, turning to look at her.

"I can't believe that you……that we…" she began.

"Shhhhh…." I whispered. "Just tell me this….what did it feel like?"

"Claire, that….was.....such….a….rush!" she said emphasizing each word. "I enjoyed it way more than I should have. What a power trip." She said, moving off the bed without looking at me.

"Yeah? You didn't orgasm, so you surely didn't enjoy it as much as I did, sweets." I stated, watching her take off the strap on and adjust her swimsuit. I reached over and picked up my bottoms, slid over to the side of the bed and pulled them on.

"Oh, but Claire, you have me so aroused. What must you think of me….. a complete slut……lesbian, even." She returned quietly, still avoiding looking at me. "for…um, getting so turned on while I did that to you."

"Sweetheart, I think no such thing. Just because you enjoyed it, that does not make you a slut nor does it make you gay. What do you think of me for letting you do it?"

"Oh, Claire…," she started, her voice distressed. "I asked you to show me."

"And we both enjoyed ourselves doing it. No harm, no foul." I said, standing up to pull my swimsuit bottoms on completely. "Besides," I said, winking at her, "I haven't finished your lesson, yet."

"How's that? I think you went above and beyond what I asked you to show me." She said, again cocking her head to the side, inquisitively.

"Yes, I 'showed' you what you need to do to swallow a cock, but you haven't actually swallowed a cock yet, have you?" I said, with a glance in her direction. I picked up the strap on and fastened the strap around my hips, then between my legs, taking the time to place the base just right in order to get the best friction for pleasure. "When you swallow my cock, then my lessons will have been a success." Climbing back up on the bed, I turned to find an awe struck look on her face. "Now you didn't think we were through, did you?"

A bit of an hysterical giggle escaped Becky's lips as she blushed behind a hand covering her mouth. "Well, yes…"

"Oh, noooo. The lesson is never over until you've passed the test." I told her, my eyes moving from her face down to the obscene red gel cock between my legs, "Come pass my test, Becky."

She moved very timidly to the bed and climbed on, moving up between my legs. Her hair fell over her face as she bent down to cover the head of my red cock with her mouth. I reached down and gathered her hair in my hand. I wanted nothing blocking my view as I watched her mouth work so sensuously. "Yes, just like that. Remember, the wetter the better."

Her glance up at me told me she was embarrassed at doing this. I didn't want that. I wanted her to enjoy it as much as she had enjoyed being in my position. A pang of guilt hit me. "Becky, you don't have to do this. I feel like I'm pushing you into it now."

"Claire, of course this is awkward for me." she said smiling up at me. "And yes, I'm embarrassed….but after the last few minutes with you…I want to do this. I asked you to show me. Why would it be okay for you to be here and not me?"

"Yes, but it's just you and me. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I've shown you everything you asked me to. This was just turning the tables and having a bit of fun." I told her.

"Uh huh. And what's good for Claire, is certainly good enough for Becky….and I'm not quitting until I've sucked this red…..hot… cock of your's down my throat." She purred grinning broadly as her head again descended down to the head. Her tongue licked up the underside of the shaft and it occurred to me that she was tasting me. I had not washed or rinsed the strap on before strapping it on to myself.

I lay back quietly. Observing as she worked her way down the shaft. I was completely fascinated by her determination to do this. And more than a little aroused as I watched her lick my cock clean of my juices, pondering whether she realized this. A few gags later her lips touched the base of the strap on. Looking up for my approval, she found me flushed this time, with a big grin on my face.

"Very good. My best student ever. You get an A+, darlin'." I told her, wanting nothing more than to kiss her and taste myself on her lips.

Moving up beside me, her legs next to mine, she faced me on the bed and inquired, "An A+? Is that all I get after all of that hard work? I want more than that."

It was my turn to be inquisitive, "Is there something more than an A+? A cookie to celebrate, perhaps?" I said teasingly.

Becky spread her legs and pulled her swimsuit to the side, revealing the thick down fur hidden by the material. My heart jump at the sight and my body throbbed with desire. "Your cock…. here." She stated matter-of-factly, spreading her outer lips open to show the pink wetness within. I could see her clit peeking out from its haven. Oh my God. She was teasing me. This couldn't be happening.

"Becky….what are you saying?" I asked to clarify her movements.

Without saying a word, she moved up on her knees and straddled my legs. I breathed a sigh, realizing she still had her swimsuit bottom on. She was teasing me, I thought again.

She reached down and pulled the material to the side and lowered herself onto the cock, her eyes never leaving my face. She moaned as she took the entire length of the cock into her pussy. "This is what I want."

I could only watch her move up and down on my strap-on, wishing I could feel her muscles tighten around me. "Geeez, Beck." I moaned as she moved up and down, almost obscenely, on the red totem between us. Becky lifted herself off my cock and turned around on her hands and knees, her beautiful ass and gaping pussy smiling back at me. I didn't need her to tell me what she wanted. I moved up behind her and slid into her slowly. "Is that what you want?" I whispered. "You like it doggy style?"

"Yes, Claire. Give it to me." She said, pushing back to meet me. I held her hips and moved in and out of her. I wasn't sure just how hard or soft to thrust, so I decided to let her guide me. And guide me she did. Slowly and gently, so it was this pace I kept for a little while before asking her to lay down.

"You are incredible, Becky." I said, in a very intense gasp. I pulled her swim suit bottom off and she spread her legs to grant me access to her treasure, if only with my red gel cock. At that moment I would have quite happily discarded the strap-on and pleasured her with my mouth and hands until she begged me to stop, but I knew that wasn't her frame of mind. She wanted only to repay the favor. I moved in to guide my cock into her wet pussy. She made no mention of needing to use lubricant and I could see that it wasn't necessary by the amount of wetness flowing out of her. I reached down and spread her open with my fingers…wanting any excuse to touch her there. Gently I guided myself into her. Moving up breast to breast with her, I pushed deep into her as my eyes watched her reaction.

"Is that okay?" I asked, worried that I might be too aggressive and hurt her.

"Oh, yes…. Just like that." She said. I began to move in and out of her pussy, watching for any hint of discomfort. Seeing none, I pressed deeper and deeper into her, using my pelvis to rub up and down on her clit as my cock used her pussy. I was in way over my head, I thought, using every ounce of self discipline I could muster to not touch her the way I wanted to. The face to face was getting to me, so I moved up on my knees and pulled her legs up to rest on each shoulder. I held her ankles and watched my red strap on cock fuck her juicy pussy. "Oh god, Claire, that feels so good!" she moaned.

Reaching down and taking her hand, "I know what would feel even better." I said, as I moved her hand down to her clit. "Go ahead, Becky…..you know you want to. You watched me do it. Let me watch you." I implored of her. 

Hesitantly, her fingers began a slow rotation around her clit. I watched more and more of it peek out of its sheathe. John was right….her clit looked like a small cock when she was aroused. I reached down and spread her lips open….again, just wanting a reason to touch her pussy. This seemed to speed up the motion of her fingers. I thrust into her faster and faster, watching the action as my cock used her pussy, my hands stretched her lips open and her finger stroked her little cock/clit. "Do it, Beck. Cum all over my cock, sweetie." I whispered encouragingly. This was just what she needed to push her over the edge. Faster and faster we moved together.

"Stuff me, Claire. Shove that cock deep inside me." She hissed to me. "Fuck me…." She moaned loudly as she orgasmed. "Yes, yes……yes."

I was as worn out as if I had been making love for hours, rather than the hour she and I had spent in 'lessons'. I lay down beside her, out of breath and out of energy. "Thank you, Claire." She whispered. 

"For what?" I asked, thinking there was no thanks necessary for having fun.

"You know 'for what'." She said, back to my normal timid Becky in a matter of minutes.

"Believe me…it really was all my pleasure." I laughed, moving off the bed and taking off the strap on as Becky stood up and slipped on her swimsuit bottom.

The slamming of doors gave us advance warning that the men were back from fishing. With a worried and somewhat nervous look, Becky checked her swimsuit again. With a quick warning of, "Our secret, okay? I certainly don't want to do this for an audience" she said, referring to John and Walker, knowing their reaction if they found out. Before I could answer, she rushed out of the bedroom.

I hastened to put the strap-on back into my suitcase. I wasn't prepared to discuss what had just taken place with neither of our husbands yet. This really would be a secret that was safe with me.

Walking into the living room, I found John and Walker telling Becky dejectedly that they had failed in their manly duties to catch dinner for the women. Becky was laughing a little too loudly, but the guys didn't notice.




Accidental Fantasy: The Next Day



"How about we head down to that new seafood bar & grill for dinner? We can eat, play some pool…and maybe we can get you guys drunk enough to dance with us." I suggested.

"I vote for eating and playing pool." Walker put in. "As for dancing….you'll have to ply me with some good stuff to get me on the dance floor." He told us.

"Oh come on….." I whined. "Why are men such wusses about dancing?" I teased.

"Wuss? I'll show you wuss." Walked said, threatening to pull down the front of his swim suit.

Becky and I threw our hands up in front of our eyes in mock indignation, "Nooo." We said in unison, peeking between our fingers.

"Talk about wusses!" John said. "I'm up for the bar & grill, but I need a nice long shower before I go anywhere. We smell like fish bait." He said, gesturing to Walker and himself.

"Speak for yourself, bro. Real men don't smell like fish!!!" Walker interjected.

Becky and I laughed boisterously out loud. "Man, you not only smell, you are ripe!!" John said, joining in the laughter.

"Ok, ok," Walker said holding up his hands in defeat. "Guess I'll take my monthly bath tonight then." Winking at Becky, he headed toward their bedroom. "Maybe I'll get lucky tonight."

An hour later, I stood admiring Becky in her short denim dress that buttoned up the front, showing off all of her curves, and sandals. "That really shows off your tan, Becky. You look great. The guys are gonna fall over themselves looking at those tanned legs." 

She looked at me appraisingly in my thin gauzy sun dress that came mid thigh. "Girlfriend, I have nothing on you with those long legs up to your neck. And you tan so well." Stepping closer so the guys wouldn't hear, "Are you wearing a bra?"

"I don't know." I smiled brazenly. "You tell me."

She didn't answer, but I knew she could see my erect nipples through the material or she would not have bothered to ask. I loved to feel the material of this dress against my nipples and knew it was evident to anyone who cared to look. 

The guys came out dressed in shorts and T-shirts. "I could eat a horse…" Walker had stopped mid sentence, to looking alternately at Becky then at me. His eyes traveling the length of Becky, then moving over to me. 

John was admiring the view as well, whistling under his breath. "You can have the horse, Walker." He said waving him off. "These ladies look delicious enough to eat."

"Uh uh. I take it back. That would be one meal you'd definitely have to share." 

I looked over to see Becky blush and I'm sure she saw me flush pink, too. Clearing my throat, I walked over and stepped into John's arms. "Let's go get some FOOD to eat." I said, emphasizing the word 'food'. 

John leaned down and whispered into my ear, "No bra….I'm not going to be able to keep my eyes off your nipples tonight." And we walked arm in arm out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, the four of us were sitting in a booth at the bar & grill. The walls, decorated with a variety of nautical items, were very apropos for a beach restaurant. One room held a bar with several small table and stools, and several pool tables. The other room was lined with booths, with several tables in the middle and a good sized dance floor in the corner. This second room was almost empty except for a few women occupying several of the tables. We thought nothing of it, figuring it was still early and that bar & grill would begin to fill up after the sun went down. 

The seafood was sufficiently fresh and delicious. John and Walker ate what looked like a mountain of crab claws. Becky ordered a variety platter. And I had fried shrimp. When everyone had eaten their fill, John headed to the bar to get a rum and coke for me and a Gentleman Jack on ice for himself. Walker followed behind to get Becky a Fuzzy Navel and Wild Turkey for himself. Becky and I stayed at the table, enjoying our people watching and watching a band set up for live music. 

John and Walker came back with our drinks just as the band began to warm up. Setting our drinks down on the table, they informed us that they had a date with a pool table. Picking up their drinks, they headed into the bar leaving Becky and I alone to listen to the band. 

"So much for being 'delicious enough to eat'." Becky murmured disappointedly. I was feeling a bit deflated, too, since I was looking forward to a night out dancing.

The place did begin to fill up as the night wore on and the band was actually pretty good. I wasn't sure Becky noticed, but at some point I began to notice the booths and tables around us were occupied by either women OR men exclusively. Only one other booth was occupied by women AND men. But what I was seeing really didn't sink in. I was enjoying the company. I was enjoying having no parental responsibilities. And my body was enjoying the rum and coke that I had just finished off. As the band got into full swing, playing songs from the 70's and 80's, several of them got up and began to dance together. I thought perhaps their husbands were in the bar playing pool as ours were. Or that it was girls or guys night out…and they just liked dancing. 

Seeing Becky had finished her drink too, I slid to the edge of the seat and suggested, "Let's go refill our drinks and check on the guys."

With a somewhat relaxed smile on her face, Becky replied, "Sounds like a plan." and slid out of the booth.

John and Walker were playing pool against two other guys. One very cute preppie type, dressed in jean shorts, a golf shirt and deck shoes. The other, with the exception of being very clean cut with short hair, could have stepped out of a Hell's Angels wanted poster. This mountain of a man was dressed in a tank top that showed his well muscled, tattoo covered arms, well worn jeans and leather boots.

I could see several empty drink glasses, so I knew John and Walker were having fun. John, who is usually as reserved as I am in public, becomes very amorous after several shots of straight liquor. And tonight was no different. I had just barely made it to their table when I felt him behind me and his arms slide around my body. Pressing his pelvis against me, I could feel his hardness. "Shawn. Beau. I'd like you to meet my beautiful wife, Claire. And this beautiful lady is Becky, Walker's wife." Each one bowed their head in our direction. 

Beau, the biker said 'Nice to meet you." in a deep, sexy voice.

Shawn, the prep offered "Good evening." He sounded very well educated and refined. Very gentlemanly of them both, I thought to myself.

"Nice to meet you, Shawn. Nice to meet you, Beau." I said. Then turning to face John, still in arms, I said, "Becky and I just wanted to check and make sure you two were okay, but it seems you are having way more fun than we are. We're going to get a couple of drinks and head back to listen to the band….since we've been abandoned by our dance partners…..maybe we'll dance by ourselves." I said dramatically, rolling my eyes at him. Turning back to Shawn and Beau I joked, "Don't take too much of our money, gentlemen." Kissing John, I walked with Becky over to the bar.

We picked up our drinks and headed back into the next room. As we sipped our drinks, the band began to play Bad Moon Rising by Credence Clearwater Revival. I looked over and saw her moving to the music with the same longing look that I felt. "Let's dance without the guys. They don't seem to mind…" gesturing my head in the direction of the dance floor at the women dancing, no men in sight.. 

"I'm game." she said, jumping up, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the dance floor, "we can have some fun, while the boys have their fun in the bar."

We felt right at home dancing among all the other women on the dance floor. We were all dancing and laughing with each other, just having a fun time, with Becky and I right there in the middle. We danced to several fast songs, as the band moved smoothly from one song to another. When the band cued a slow song, Becky and I stopped and turned to head back to the booth. The look on Becky's face said it all as we looked around us expecting to see the women heading back to their tables. There were several female couples and a couple of male couples slow dancing. Some of them so intimately that there was no mistaking the relationship. I looked at Becky, she looked at me and we made to walk off the dance floor as quickly as possible. 

The women around us sensed our anxiety and mistook it as two lovers too shy to show such public display of affection. In unison, it seemed, they decided to help the shy lovers….us. Still dancing to the music, they moved in and surrounded us, pushing us toward each other. The not-so-subtle group-move told us they had no intention of letting us leave the floor until we had slow danced. 

Becky looked at me and I looked at Becky. We both shrugged as if to say "Who's gonna care?" I pulled her into my arms. Being just a little taller than she was, we were breast to breast. It was initially awkward, since we were both use to our husbands' leading a slow dance. And since I was taller, it seemed natural that Becky rest her head on my shoulder. Becky put her arms around my neck and began to move with the music. The expressions on the faces of the women around us mimicked those of proud parents watching proudly as their children accomplished some major feat.

I couldn't help but giggle from the irony of it all. In all my experiences, this was new to me. I had never been in a gay/lesbian bar, because it wasn't something I could not do in Smalltown, USA. I had fantasized about it so many times, of going away for a weekend, somewhere that no one knew my lover and me. Just being able to be ourselves in public. Hold hands, kiss and cuddle…..dance. The irony was that had I been here with a lover I would have been more than willing to stay. But Becky wasn't my lover, not in the classic sense of the word, as much as I wanted her to be. And being curious at your own pace and having it thrust upon you like this were completely different things. I was even more certain that Walker and John would be highly pissed off if some unknowing male mistook them as gay and made a pass at either one of them. 

Holding her close, swaying softly to the music, I whispered into Becky's ear. "Did you know we were in a gay bar?"

She nuzzled my ear, but shot back, "Oh yeah, I'd bring my homophobic husband to a gay bar. I don't think they know it yet, though."

"Can you imagine what will happen if a guy comes on to one of our macho Marine husbands?" I had to giggle at the thought. 

"Sshhhh," she whispered, her hands playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. "I'd rather not think about it, right now."

She had no way of knowing what her fingers were doing to me. Just holding her against my body was making it hard to breathe normally. With her head on my shoulder, my nostrils were filled with the scent of her. And her fingers were easing away what little bit of resolve I had left. I concentrated on keeping my hands on her back. I caressed from her neck down to her lower back, my hands never straying further down or up her sides. I knew myself and I knew what I wanted. And I had never been shy about going after it…..except when it came to Becky. I was very protective of my closest friend in the world, other than John.

As the song drew close to ending, Becky lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me. The urge to kiss her was so overpowering. She smiled up at me and softly cleared her throat. "There's something I've wanted to do since this after noon…." she started. I opened my mouth to speak, but she pressed a finger to my lips and shushed me. "Don't interrupt me. If I don't finish I'll lose my nerve, and if I lose my nerve, I don't know when I'll ever summon it up again." She removed her finger from my lips and began again, "There is something I've wanted to do all day, but was more scared of how you might react. If I don't do it now, I'm not sure I'll ever have the courage again." And with those words, she leaned her face up and pressed her lips to mine. 

I was stunned but my shock lasted only seconds. My hands found her hair and pulled her into me. Opening my lips, her tongue aggressively sought mine. Her tongue explored my lips then moved in to find my tongue again. Gently I nibbled her lower lip between my teeth, careful not to bite too hard in my excitement. I was lost in this kiss to her. 

I'm not sure how long the kiss lasted, but at some point I realized there was no music in the background. Looking at Becky's flushed face, then around the room, I realized that everyone in the room was beaming and smiling at us. 

I didn't want Becky to realize that this very personal moment had been witnessed by a roomful of strangers, so I took her hand and led her off the dance floor. I looked around and didn't see John or Walker and breathed a sigh of relief. We had dodged that bullet at least…she wouldn't have to endure the teasing that would most certainly have occurred had our husbands witnessed that kiss. 

Still holding Becky's hand, I went in search of our husbands playing pool in the bar. As I guided her along, I thought vaguely to myself. Hadn't I just this morning told myself I did not want to complicate a certain little soap opera? And the road to hell is paved with good intentions, isn't it?