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A Bit of Fun

By: AsnyLark



Jen slammed the closet door, checked the drier, set out the iron, kicked off her shoes, threw a load of laundry in the washer, retrieved her purse from the kitchen, grabbed a lint brush and rifled through her closet. "Did you get the wine?"

"Yes, dear," Carl answered from the common room of their apartment. It was kitchen, dining room and living room all in one. A football commentator analyzed some jock's or other's performance on the television in the background.

"It's not something cheap, is it? Dad hates cheap."

"Four hundred dollars."

"Four hundred! Can we afford it?"

"Yes, dear."

"Would you check the cake please?" The red velvet smelled divine.

"It's out. You frosted it half an hour ago."

"Oh. Would you wrap dad's gift?" She wasn't sure what he could do but she wanted help.

"Already did it." A heartbeat passed. "What's the matter, honey? I haven't seen you this uptight, since well, the wedding."

"It's dad. I haven't seen him in six months. Since our wedding. Now we're going to his birthday and it's this all big formal affair. They'll all want to see honeymoon pictures. I wore that bikini. I'm his little princess and now I've been -- now I've been . . ."

Clark entered the room and leaned against the closet door. "Fucked?"

Jen dropped the dress she'd taken off the rack. "Carl! Don't call it that."

"Had sex then. I am you husband but you can't tell me I'm the first man you've slept with."

Gary. Tom. Drew. A little heat surged in her core. Paul. Lyle. She bit her lip. A few heartbeats cycled. Finally, she said, "I can't pretend anymore. Mom's going to ask when we're going to have a baby."

Carl's eyebrow had climbed his forehead while Jen gnawed her lip. It was a sure sign he knew she had almost lied. When she didn't, his trademark lopsided grin returned. "A long time from now, I hope."

Jen started rifling through her clothes again. "Me too. But we can't tell her that. She'll have a conniption." Her voice crescendoed. "What should I wear?"

Clark stepped into the closet with her. He put his hands on her shoulders. "Honey, relax. It's only dinner."

"The Haleys and Larsens will be there and that friend Dad knows from work and his snob daughter."

"Jen, relax."

A pair of slacks slipped off its hanger. Jen retrieved it. "Shit, now there's cat hair on it." She started beating them with the brush. "Why couldn't we have rented a clean apartment?"

"Jen—" Carl tugged on her shoulders. "—relax, sit down for a moment."

"I've got ironing, I still need a shower and—"

Carl tugged harder. "Come out or I'll carry you out."

"Fine."

Jen let her husband usher her from their room to the common room rocking chair. It had been a wedding gift from her Mom, for when she got pregnant. Her turned her about and gave a gentle push.

"Sit."

She sat. Carl pulled over a foot stool and sat facing her. "Now give me your foot."

"Carl, I don't have time for a message."

"You don't have time to run about helter skelter. It'll go quicker, not to mention smoother, if you slow down and relax. Now foot."

"My socks are dirty."

"Foot." He dragged out the vowels.

"Okay, but not too long." She kicked up a foot. She squirmed and bit back a kick as his fingers first pushed into her flesh. Then he pushed both thumbs into the apex of her arch and a jolt shot straight up her leg almost dislocating her hip.

And then she started to melt. Her muscles unfurled. Tension bled from her foot. She sank lower in the chair and her head tilted back. Her eyes closed.

"So how did you know I was stressing?"

"You mean besides your crazy frantic behavior? More crazy frantic than normal. Well—" He extended his ells. "—you never even asked me about my trip."

"How was your trip, dear?"

"Pretty ordinary. Just the normal phsyco-babble convention crap."

God, men. "Who was there? Meet with anyone interesting?"

"Most were stuffy, but yes. The majority of speakers droned on about this recycled theory or that. This one dude was studying hypnotism for clinical applications." Carl began gently pulling on her toes. One of them popped.

"Does that shit really work?"

"For most people, to varying degrees. About one in five won't hypnotize no matter what you, or they, do. Another one in five practically hypnotize at the snap of the fingers. The remaining three in five fall somewhere in-between."

"That's a little scary."

"What makes you say that?"

"Having someone mess with your mind at the snap of the fingers."

"Well, I'm sure there's more to it than that."

"So what's this guy do? Wave a watch around?"

"I'm sure I don't know." There was the vaguest hint of a lie in Carl's voice. "We don't have a lot of time. Just relax and enjoy the moment."

"What else did you—"

"Shush, no talking. Just relax. Feel my hands. Feel your feet. Breath deep. Let the tension bleed from you."

Jen sighed. It did feel wonderful just existing in the moment. Carl's hands felt so good on her, kneading her, pulling the tension out of her. She sank lower.

He was talking. She didn't pay attention to what he was saying. She didn't want to. The hot sand. The ocean. The sun. The string bikini she wore on their honeymoon. Carl was talking to her and she was far away.

"Jen. Jen!" There was a pause in his words. "Time to wake up now."

"Wha—"

"You were sleeping."

"What? No!" She jumped up and wobbled. Carl caught her.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." She hesitated. "My legs feel like jelly though."

"Must've been the massage."

"Yeah."

"You go take your shower." He said something that didn't quite register "Shave. I'll make sure the ironing is done."

"Okay."

The hot water felt almost as good as the massage. Heat and lather washed over her. She lavished in it and although she'd had her legs waxed a few weeks before she ran a light razor over her legs. The party was to be formal afterall. The event demanded a skirt.

Jen lathered again and ran a hand over her legs to insure there wasn't any stubble. Her fingers traced over her lotus petals and she started. She checked again. She rinsed the lather away.

Jen regularly trimmed. Oh my gawd. She hadn't been this bare since before puberty. A heat of a different kind toasted her cheeks and the tops of her small breasts flushed rose. I feel like a girl. The blush grew hotter.

She heaved a sigh. Well, Carl will like it. She rinsed and climbed from the shower. She wrapped her hair and slipped on a bra. She rummaged through her underwear drawer. She shoveled aside bikini briefs, thongs, a g-string she'd only worn once, lace, cotton, silk. Where's my panties? She dug deeper.

"Like the look," Clark said, coming up behind her. He wrapped his arms about her waist. His hands traveled down her belly.

"Carl!"

"What?"

"Not now. Later."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"Okay." He stepped back. "What's wrong now?"

"I can't find my panties."

Clark reached beyond her and pulled out a random red bikini brief. "Aren't these panties?" There was a slight chuckle in his voice.

"No. I can't find my panties."

"Then you'll have to go commando."

"What? No! Not with Dad."

"Okay, but we're runnin' out of time."

Jen glanced at the clock. "Shit! Check the drier while I do my hair."

Clark left the room. Her hair was nearly dry when she caught him staring at her in the mirror. She glanced down, blushed and toed the door closed.

"You find them."

"Just jeans."

"Where are they?"

"I don't know, dear."

Jen finished with her hair. She dug in the drawer once more, then the laundry basket. Shit! Shit! Shit! Where the hells were they? She had to have like a hundred pairs. She'd have worn crochless if she could've found them.

"We're runnin' out of time, Jen."

"Shit, okay." She ran to the closet.

Carl stepped to the door. "Wear this one." He held out a little black number she'd gotten for a New Year's party."

"I can't wear that. That's—"

"Sexy and modest. Say's I'm grown up. My own woman. No longer Dady's little girl."

"It's a little short."

"You have nice legs."

"I mean like short short. And I don't have any panties."

"If you did, would you be showing them off?"

"No."

"Then don't show off."

"Carl."

He shoved the dress at her. "Put it on. It'll look nice."

"But—"

"I'll be the only one who knows."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay." It was a nice dress and appropriate for the occasion. She couldn't find any pantyhose either so she settled on a pair of nylon stockings. The dress was just long enough to keep the tops hidden. She matched a pair of strap on heals to her dress.

"Ready?" Carl asked.

"Ready. You got the cake?"

"It's in the car."

"Dad's gift."

"In the car too."

"Okay, here goes nothing."

"Oh, you're quite something," Carl said, handing her into the car. She stuck out her tongue.

Carl came around his old Camaro and fired her up. Carl backed her up through a cloud of white smoke.

A left, right, another left and they were out of the neighborhood. A few minutes later and the old girl roared onto the interstate. Its rattle smoothed out into a gentle shimmy.

Jen smoothed her skirt down. Hyper aware she was bare, her seat's vibration licked at her senses. She did a slight shimmy of her own and ground her ass deeper in her seat.

Carl hand reached over to rest atop her thigh. Her breath hitched.

"You okay?"

"No. God Carl, I'm going to Dad's without anything on."

His finger traced the top of her stocking. Warmth coiled about his touch and then swirled in small eddies, higher. Jen crossed her legs. She smoothed down her skirt. She subtlety pushed at his hand. He did not remove it. A few heartbeats later, she uncrossed her legs again.

"He'll never know." Carl pulled the car off the interstate. They pulled up to a stoplight.

"You sure?"

"I'm—" The car backfired. The sudden jolt coupled with her flinch drove his hand right into her most delicate spot. The drop of warmth that had curled there burbled to greater life.

"Carl." She pushed at his hand. She squirmed, causing friction. His hand remained locked in place.

"Carl."

A wicked grin split his face. "Good job girl." He patted the dashboard with his spare hand. The light turned and they started moving again.

Jen rocked her ass in and out of her seat. "Carl!" She shoved at his hand. He glanced at her, caught the look on her face and took his fingers away.

Rather than dousing the burbling warmth, the breath of air that bushed across her as his hand retreated fanned the heat higher. She crossed her legs against the ache and wrenched down her skirt.

"That wasn't cool," Jen snapped.

"What?" Carl sounded genuinely confused.

"Behave."

"Oh, come on."

"Carl."

"Okay. Okay." He threw up one of his hands. "But you're in for it later."

"Maybe."

"Oh come on. You said—"

She scowled at him. He shut up and stared straight ahead. She recrossed her legs the other way. She ground down on the ache that just wouldn't go away.

Carl guided Camaro onto Hunter's Glen. Mansions of ever increasing size rolled past. They turned onto her parent's private drive at the end of the dead end loop. Other guest's vehicles already filled the drive.

"We're late."

"Not my fault you couldn't find your underpants."

She stuck out her tongue. Carl's depressed expression cleared. He parked, ran around and handed her out. She retrieved the cake from the back. When she bent over, he ran her hand up under her skirt and over her ass.

"Carl!"

"If you weren't so hot—" He rolled his shoulders. "I can't help it." His hand retreated.

Jen's meager breast heaved with a heavy breath.

The mansion door opened. "Oh God, Jen, dear, is that you?" Her mother tottered down off the porch in heels. Her dark hair was down. She wore a deep blue, nearly black, matronly high society party dress. The chime of ice on glass accompanied her. Her husband, Jen's father, followed more slowly.

"Good to see you, Jenny."

Carl slipped an arm about Jen. His hand slipped down her waist.

"Behave," Jen whispered. Carl's hand stopped just above her hip.

"Come here. Hug your Mother." Jen shed Carl's arm. Balancing the cake, Jen navigated a brief embrace. Bourbon breath kissed her cheek. Jen extracted herself and moved to her Father.

"Jenny, darling," he said and squeezed her tight. He held on a moment long even after Carl presented his hand.

"Carl."

"Mr. Standlewood."

"Baby girl," Mother said. She grabbed Jen's arm and led her inside. "You're as flat as a pancake. When am I going to see that baby bump?"

"Mom."

"Don't tell me you're not trying. I'd be trying every night with that stud."

"Mom!"

"Ah, Janet—" Her mother waved over a fifty something woman. "—you remember my daughter, Jenny."

"It's good to see you, dear."

"You too, Mrs. Larsen. Mother, where should I put the cake."

"In the kitchen. Since you're not pregnant get a drink. You know where it is."

"No thanks."

She made her way to the kitchen and plunked the cake on the counter. She placed the heel of a hand on her forehead. Maybe a drink would be good.

Carl came up behind and slipped his arms around her. "Surviving?"

"Barely."

He chuckled. "Well good thing we're late. Dinner'll be served soon. Then we can make an early exit."

"Okay." She rested a moment in the cage of his arm and then slipped free. "Want a drink?"

"That's what I'm here for."

She grabbed him a port and mixed herself a cosmopolitan.

The vodka loosened Jen's nerves. Dinner was served. Her hubby sat protectively between herself and her Father. Her Mother started into some outrageous story about Dad's first business deal. Jen started to have fun.

Carl's hand slipped to her thigh between courses. A finger teased the edge of Jen's skirt. The pool of naked heat between her legs hiccupped. She kicked Carl under the table. She hitched an eyebrow at him. He demurred, but only for a moment. His fingers pushed higher. The ache at her base boiled.

The cake came and went. Stories, alcohol and laughter chased themselves about the table. Jen excused herself to redo her makeup.

She popped her lips in the mirror. The bathroom door rattled.

"Just a moment."

There was a loud click and the door jumped open. Jen's momentary stress fled. She rolled her eyes at her husband and turned back to the mirror.

"Can't you wait?"

"No." He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. He smashed his lips to hers.

Jen broke free, a little breathless. "Carl, I just did my lipstick."

Carl crowded close, pinning her to the bathroom counter. "I always liked your lipstick." He ran his hands down her torso. One slipped between her legs. The other lifted her skirt. The evening's gnawing ache wept with sudden hunger.

Jen's breath hitched. "Carl." She wasn't certain what she was trying to say. He pushed her up on the counter. He maneuvered between her thighs. He forced her lips to his again.

The kiss broke. Jen tried to follow it. Carl's hands left her shoulders. She rocked back slightly. His belt buckle jingled against the counter.

An icy breath of fear washed over Jen. "The lock's broken."

"How you think I got in here?" An iron bar of heat tapped the flesh inside her thigh. A shiver rocked Jen's thighs.

"But—" She sucked in a breath. "—the others."

"Are upstairs." He pressed against her. He missing his mark, but his heat added to her heat. She began to burn. He pulled her into another kiss.

God. Shit. I— She reached down. His member jumped in her grasp. She placed the tip of his brand at the entrance to her quench. Her breath raged in her lungs. "Oh, God, Carl, what if someone comes down?"

Carl welded his lips to Jen's. She pushed into the kiss. He pushed into her.

She trembled. Heat added to heat. She broke their kiss and clung to him. He rocked her. She tried to hold him in. He tapped within her. With each touch, the ache spiraled higher. Her heels rattled against the counter.

"Carl." She bit her lip against the high pitched whine forcing its way out.

Carl grunted. A wave splashed in her core. Jen's heart stopped. She convulsed on his steel. After an eternity, her heart stuttered and restarted.

Carl withered and withdrew. He stepped back, buckling his pants. He helped her down off the counter.

"G—G—God." Her shakes wouldn't stop.

"Yeah. Wham bam thank you mam."

"Carl!"

"You'd better clean up. Your makeup's a mess."

She made bug eyes at him. "Whose fault is that?"

"You lined my iron up."

"Out. Out!" She pushed him at the door. "Out, before someone comes looking." He let himself be pushed through the door. He only popped his head in once while she attempted to clean up.

"Out!"

He clomped up the stairs. She followed a bit later. She had another drink. Time slipped by.

It was late. The other guests had left. Carl approached.

"Jen, honey. Time to go. Work in the morning?"

Jen shot her Mom a crooked smile. "Well . . ."

"It was good to see you, dear," her Dad said.

Mother and Father escorted her and Carl to the door. Dad and Carl shook hands out on porch while she gathered her purse and coat. Her Mother embraced her.

"Thank you, Jenny. For coming over. It's been awhile."

"You're welcome, Mom."

"It was a good evening. Good to see you two flirting still."

Jen blinked.

"Oh come on, if you wanted to hide your wicked ways, you should have worn a longer skirt."

Jen choked. "Does Dad . . ."

"Of course. He's old. His nose isn't broken."

"You mean . . . the bathroom?"

Mother cocked an eyebrow at Jen. "It is a rather exotic perfume, dear.

"And effective. I may not be getting to sleep any time soon."

"You mean Dad approves?"

"Of course baby girl. You're grown up now. He knew about Gary, Paul and Lyle too. I don't think he caught onto Drew."

Heat seared every inch of flesh from the top of Jen's breasts to her forehead.

Jen's mouth opened. She snapped it closed just in time. What about Tom?

Her Mother raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Oh yes, that was something. Who was he?"

"Jen!" Carl called. "Jen, we really got to go."

Jen hastily hugged her Mother. "Bye Mom."

"Oh no you don't."

Jen ran out the door as fast as her heels would allow. "Bye Dad. Love you Dad. Happy Birthday Dad."

"Love you too Jenny."

"Bye!" She didn't wait for Carl to hand her into the car. He closed her door and scrambled around to the driver's side. She waved as they pulled away. As soon as they were out of sight she flopped back in her seat.

"Oh God!" She giggled.

"What is it?"

"She knows. They know. They knew all along."

"Of course. I told them."

"You what?"

"I told them."

"No way. Why?" She punched Carl.

He swerved in his lane. "You were so nervous. You needed to know it was okay. And just on the odds that it wasn't, they needed to know you and I are a thing now."

"A thing? What did Mom and Dad say?"

"Your Mom said to get to it and get you pregnant."

"Of course she did. What about Dad?"

"He grunted something and downed his whisky in one gulp."

"Huh."

They drove the rest of the way home in silence. Clark placed a steadying hand on the small of her back as they climbed the stairs to their third floor apartment. Jen shucked off her dress and fumbled her way straight to the shower.

Hot water sluiced over her naked flesh. She leaned back and let the crown of her head rest under the spicket. Water curled and steamed and stripped tension from her muscles. It rippled over the backward curve of her body. The heat teased and twisted at that extra bare spot. Of their own accord, her fingers traveled there.

"Now I've got to watch this." Carl popped the shower door open.

Jen jumped. She came down and slipped. Carl caught her arm. He stepped in with her.

"Careful." He pulled her upright.


A Bit of Fun Equals Shattered Lives



My name is Oscar Cooke. This is a story of something that happened a couple of years ago which caused me tremendous anguish and heartache although the good thing, if such is possible, is that I found out about it just before my wedding and not after. Other people close to me were adversely affected by this event, so it was quite far reaching and damaging.

At the time I was 26 years old. I was engaged to Annette DuMonde, a very pretty 25 year old. I couldn't believe no one had snatched her up before me. She had a great personality, a quick wit and a wonderful figure, not too small and not too big, but with pleasing soft curves in all the right places. She was great in bed, too! She had a Masters degree in sociology and was employed by a Christian family center in the city. I was a recently minted CPA working for a corporate accounting firm. 

I met Annette when I came to her workplace to audit their books. She was asked to show me where everything was and to act as liaison between her boss and me. We hit it off and began seeing each other soon after the audit was completed. It started with lunch, then progressed to dinner, movies, drinks and dancing. Before long we were an item and saw each other as often as our schedules permitted. Within 3 months we were living together and all the signs pointed to a long and happy future. A few months more and I popped the question and Annette excitedly agreed to be my bride. I was on cloud 9! She called her folks and her two sisters and gave them the good news. My parents are dead, so I called my older brother Laurence and told him. He sounded as thrilled as me!

Annette and I got together with her parents and sisters and their families and Laurence to begin making plans for the wedding. Actually, the women made the plans while her father, named Adam, Laurence and I left them to it and went off to do manly things like drink and talk sports. The date for wedding was set for Saturday, January 26th, about 4 months hence. 

Time flew by. Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years came and went and we got together to celebrate. It was just over 3 weeks before the wedding. Annette asked if her dad and my brother were planning to throw me a bachelor party. I honestly didn't know, but figured we three, her sisters' spouses plus some male friends would get together and drink and watch some porn. I assured her that was as rowdy as we would be. I asked Annette if her mom, sisters and girlfriends were going to throw her a bridal party. She said something was planned for the coming weekend, but she didn't know exactly what. I asked why it was so soon and she answered that some of her friends could be available only during that time because of prior commitments nearer the wedding date they couldn't break. I thought it odd but shrugged my shoulders.

It was now the week of the wedding. I was pretty nervous. I asked for and got Thursday and Friday off from my company along with a gift of $500. On Wednesday Laurence and Adam picked me up after work and we drove to a hotel in town. Three connecting rooms were reserved for the bachelor party and to have a place for those of us too drunk to drive home to crash for the night. Altogether there were about 16 men, including me. There was a lot of good natured ribbing about being shackled with the "old ball and chain". Adam thanked me for taking on his last daughter and releasing him from the job. We ordered food and drink and all was just fine. After we'd eaten and had a few drinks in our systems one of my friends announced it was time for the entertainment. He brought out a couple of DVDs, one a vintage porn flick and the other a newly distributed bachelorette party video. The vintage movie was great, with a good story complementing the hot sex, so good that it seemed believable.

Laurence called room service to deliver more booze and beer. Soon the refreshments were being put to good use and it was time for the bachelorette party movie. The date of production was shown as January of that year, so these events presumably happened during the past 3 weeks. The first scenes showed the crowded interior of a hall. There were 30 to 40 women sitting at a number of tables enjoying themselves, talking and laughing and drinking. Then a couple of men entered, one from the left and one from the right of the hall. They began dancing and the ladies went wild. So far there were no close-ups. Soon two more men joined in. They moved in very provocative ways and the ladies were shouting at them to "take it off!" 

The men did begin to strip, although they did it slowly and in very teasing ways. It took maybe 10 minutes before they were down to very brief briefs. They roamed from table to table encouraging the women to touch their chests and arms and legs. Many did just that and more than a few copped a quick feel of butt and crotch. My buddies were hooting at this display of unleashed estrogen.

Then the announcer said that this was a special celebration for a certain young lady soon to be married. The lights dimmed. At least a minute passed. There were all kinds of background noises mixing with the sounds of female voices. Suddenly a spotlight illuminated a door at the rear of the hall. There was now a red carpet leading from the door to a stage in the middle of the room. There was a trumpet fanfare as the doors opened and four women emerged. The first was dressed in a bridal gown and the others as bridesmaids. Two of the male dancers escorted them "down the aisle" to the stage. The other two were waiting on the stage at the foot of an "altar". 

The camera shots were from above and ahead of the "bridal party" so, while it was easy to get a general image of what was happening, one couldn't make out details such as faces. It seemed that would soon change as two cameramen with handheld units emerged and took position near the "altar". One more person came from behind the camera. He was dressed in robes resembling those of a priest and took position at the head of the "altar". The procession finally reached the staged and everyone climbed onto it. The bride and the four male dancers came together, two dancers on each side of the bride. The "priest" began the "service".

It was short and to the point

"Do you, young lady, agree to give up your individuality to become united with one man to ..."

She said yes. I had heard that voice before, I was sure of it. Adam turned toward me as if to say "Sounds familiar, doesn't she?"

I just nodded. 

The "priest" continued

"But before that vow is consummated, to you agree to suck our cocks and fuck us every which way?"

All too enthusiastically she answered

"You bet your ass I do!"

She tore off her veil and that's when I saw she was my Annette!

She dropped to her knees and took the "priest's" penis into her mouth. One of the dancers tore off her gown, yanked down her panties and impaled her from behind with his erection. The other three dancers moved in on the three bridesmaids. One was Annette's mother, Rose, and the other two were her married sisters, Pamela and Estelle! 

The cameramen on stage made sure to get close ups of the four women sucking and fucking and having their breasts pawed. Adam, Joe and Kenneth (Pamela's and Estelle's husbands who had set things up at the hotel), Laurence and I just sat there with our mouths agape! We couldn't believe what our women were doing with those men! By the time it was over, each of the four had had multiple sex partners penetrating every hole. Other male dancers joined in as did the audience and there was a veritable orgy going on!

Ninety minutes after it started, the video was over. Somehow, none of the friends made the connection relating the women to us! I guess there are some small mercies shown by too much alcohol! It seemed like forever, but the party soon broke up. A few of my friends decided to sleep it off in the rooms but Adam and I returned to his house. It was deathly silent in the car and I thought I'd made a mistake by having him drive, because the mounting fury in his face was frightening. But we did get there safely.

Adam let me in and we went to his office. He made sure to lock the door behind him. We sat down and he booted up an old computer. The DVD was put into the player and Adam set to work taking down the website for the company that produced the video. He then started playing it from the point the face became recognizable. He was furious at his wife for the sexual betrayal, but even more angry when he realized she had removed her wedding band and engagement ring! He saw his other daughters weren't wearing their wedding rings either. Annette kept her engagement ring on, but that was to be expected to maintain the story.

Finally he turned to me and began

"What do you think of that! I can't believe my wife and two married daughters could stoop so low. But Annette... You must be hurt very deeply by this!"

"I ... I ... I just don't know what to think, what to do!"

I looked at Adam through tears.

"Oscar, I love you as the son I never had. I was ready to welcome you into my family. I'm still hoping to do that, but you have to decide what's best for you."

"Adam, you know I might be willing to overlook this. After all, many men have a stripper or two at their bachelor parties and most of the time there's sexual contact. But in today's world it's a scary thing to know that Annette had sex with several men and none wore protection! I'd be willing to go on the wedding but only after Annette gets checked for possible STDs and is cleared. I realize this is difficult to say, but you should have Rose tested and tell Joe and Kenneth to have their wives tested as well."

Adam looked at me wild eyed

"I didn't even consider that! You know, when Pam and Estelle were getting married they each had a bachelorette party! I wonder if the same kind of things went on there?"

He was linked to the net and typed in the website information. 

He clicked on the link and then chose a tab giving information on setting up a party. He read that all women attending got $100 just for being there. If they agreed to touch the dancers they got an extra $100, an extra $200 for sucking their cocks, $500 for vaginal sex and $1000 for allowing the dancers to have them anally. There was another tab with testimonials from "satisfied customers". Adam clicked on that and read comments about a recent party in a near suburb involving a real bride-to-be and some female relatives. The people writing expressed how hot it all was and how they hoped their hubbies and boyfriends wouldn't find out where they were that night and what they were doing! 

Adam removed the DVD and shut off the computer. He called his two sons and asked them to take a cab to his house ASAP. We all had to talk. They agreed to come and were there within the half hour.

We sat and cried and wondered how it all got so out of control. Adam had it the worst but Joe and Kenneth were almost as bad off because they were already married to unfaithful spouses. I wasn't married just yet, but I totally understood how bad off they were. We finally talked and decided to confront the four women together and to do it when we were all together.

It was 6:30 Thursday morning. Rose came downstairs and was surprised to see her husband, two sons and soon to be 3rd SiL in the family room. She wished us a cheery "Good morning!" and asked what we wanted for breakfast. We mumbled something about not being hungry but agreed to strong black coffee. Rose guessed we had all had too much to drink and wanted coffee to clear out the cobwebs. Adam asked if the girls were up yet. Rose thought that Annette and Pam were, but didn't know about Estelle. He asked her to go upstairs and wake them up and have them all come down because there was something important we needed to discuss. A look of concern crossed Rose's face but she went up to get her girls. About 5 minutes later all four padded down the stairs. Pam saw Joe and ran to him and Estelle did the same with Kenneth. They tried to kiss their husbands, but both men turned away. The wives looked hurt and confused at this rebuff of their affections. 

Adam began

"You know that last night we had a small stag party for Oscar. There were about 16 or 17 of us and we ate, told stories, a lot of them lies I'm sure, drank a lot, and watched some porn. Nothing terribly exciting, although the porn proved quite interesting."

He then took a remote from his jacket pocket and turned on the TV and fired up the DVD player. It was set to the moment Annette's face was revealed, followed by Rose, Pamela and Estelle. When they saw themselves they shrieked and demanded he turn that filth off. 

Adam did. In a very reasonable voice he began

"You just called that filth, but you four were the stars of that 'filth'! I guess that means Joe and Ken and I have been living with filthy whores and Oscar was just about to marry another! Imagine that, here we are, all trusting and true to you, but you're stabbing your husbands in the back! In this video I stopped counting after FIVE different men had had each of you in your mouths, pussies and asses. I don't know how many others there were. I also don't know whether this kind of thing happened at Pam's and Estelle's bachelorette parties. Did it?"

Rose and her daughters were crying, begging us to understand, that they loved us and cared for us and nothing had to be different.

Adam continued, but in a more forceful manner

"I noticed, Rose, that you had removed your wedding band and engagement ring before getting fucked. I guess that was so you wouldn't feel guilty, right?"

Rose's eyes bulged! She didn't realize she'd done that! She just broke down and sobbed louder.

"RIGHT, you sleazy cunt?"

Adam turned to his sons and in a low voice told them

"Joe and Kenneth, I'm sorry to tell you that your wives also thoughtfully took off their wedding bands. I don't think they wanted to have reminders of the vows they took."

Then he turned to his daughter Annette and asked

"How could you do something like this to Oscar? Do you have any idea how hurt he is? But you know what, he told me he's willing to overlook this, hopefully, one-time event, but only on one condition. Joe and Kenneth, you need to hear this because it applies to you and to me as well."

Adam turned to me and signaled the floor was mine.

"Annette, I had no idea you were capable of something like this. I know that for a long time men had bachelor parties where strippers performed and sex was the usual outcome. But that wasn't me and Joe and Ken said they had fairly tame parties, a lot like mine was last night. Drinking, telling tall stories and watching a porno or two. But you, your sisters and your mother did something stupid and dangerous. You all had unprotected sex! Do you understand what that means? Each one of you could have picked up one or more STDs! Do you know who those men were with before the party? Annette, I'm willing to marry you, but you first have to get tested for STDs and get a clean bill of health. That can be close to a year for me to be sure! AND you can't have any other sex partners at all. If you can't guarantee me that, then it's over. If you promise and I find out you broke the promise, it's over! If we do get married and I find out later you lied to me, your ass'll be out the door so fast you won't know what hit you. AND I'll divorce you on grounds of adultery AND I'll let everyone you know who, what, where and when. I guess I'll never fully understand 'why'. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

Annette nodded that she did.

"Do you agree to everything I've said? You WILL get tested for STDs today. I hear preliminary results can be had in about a month, but 6 months is more definitive and 9-12 months is an almost sure thing. We will not have sex during that time. YOU will not have sex during that time with any other human being. Do you understand and accept?"

Again she nodded yes, she did.

"On the other hand, since we haven't had sex in several weeks, I think I'm clean and I claim the right to have relations with any woman I want. I'll even do you the courtesy of telling you about it because I don't like sneaking around behind anyone's back, especially yours! That's fair and reasonable, isn't it?"

Annette was unprepared for that statement and was in shock by its impact. She quietly spoke

"Oscar, you won't do that, will you? What I did was stupid and inexcusable! It'll never happen again, I swear!"

Oscar held up his hand in a "stop" position.

" But you DID do it, and I feel I should have the chance to even the score. Let's see, your FATHER counted at least five different men access to your three fuck holes, so that's at least 15 times I can have sex with people I may not know. We know there were 2 cameramen and that several other male dancers showed up. I'll be generous to you and assume that altogether eight men did your three holes. That's 24 times I'll have sex. Let's add one for good luck and that makes 25 times I claim the right to have sex with someone. I'll tell you the details about each time. You'd like that, wouldn't you? I'll also be thoughtful and always carry a couple of rubbers with me so I can use them when I get lucky. I don't want to pass on anything catching, you know? Maybe I'll let you smell her scent from my face and fingers. How about that, my faithless little bride-to-be!"

Annette , her mother and sisters were wailing. Each professed her deepest sorrow at having done us wrong and each said it happened in a moment of weakness never to be repeated.

Joe spoke up

"That whole thing was choreographed and probably rehearsed because everyone knew where she or he had to be at each moment. Don't give us bullshit about a moment of weakness! I'll bet you probably practiced the whole thing once or twice to get it right. I wouldn't be at all surprised if you practiced fucking them as well!"

Kenneth nodded his head in agreement. 

Almost as one, Joe and Kenneth announced they were going home and wanted their wives to move out ASAP. They didn't care where. There were no children to think of which, to the husbands, was a great relief. Joe and Ken said they'd be contacting lawyers to see what their options were by way of divorce. With the DVD and the internet links, they thought their wives wouldn't fare too well. They also insisted that Pamela and Estelle be tested for STDs today to know whether they had passed any disease on to their unsuspecting husbands or any other sex partners they had. 

All four women were completely devastated by how events had unfolded. Only two weeks had passed since their night of fun. They were letting off steam, getting some kicks, and too bad if their stodgy men weren't doing something similar! Oh, but how things had turned out!

Oscar piped up and said to Annette

"You realize this means that for at least 6 months the wedding is off. I'll leave it to you to explain to the guests that were coming why. It's on you to explain to the church and the reception hall and the limousine company and anyone else who was hired to help, why. YOU will explain, not WE. Got it?"

She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Adam stepped up and told Rose

"You WILL be tested today. You can stay here in a guest bedroom, but I'll be goddamned if I'm going to touch you, much less make love to you! What Oscar said to Annette goes for you, too. No sex until the test results and in, verified and re-verified. That could be almost a full year. I need to be sure you're clean!"

He stopped a moment and considered what he just said

"I meant to say, no sex for YOU, Rose! Since I wasn't the one breaking our vows, I claim the right to continue having sex with whomever is agreeable, at any time and any place. Unlike Oscar, who was so kind to limit his number to 25 times, I won't. I'll have protected sex as many times as I can with whomever I can until the year is up. How's that grab ya, honey?"




A Bit of Fun Equals Shattered Lives



As he said that he found Rose's tit through her pajamas and squeezed hard.

"Nooooo, please don't do that, sweetie! Please, I beg you! I love you!"

"Sweetie is it! You love me? You beg me not to live like a normal man and satisfy my natural urges, do you? Just like you didn't allow yourself to satisfy your carnal urges? I don't think so!"

"Annette, you'll need to find a place to live. I don't think Oscar wants you to stay with him anymore, do you Oscar? besides, it would be awkward if you came home one day to find him and another woman in the throes of hot sex, wouldn't you say? I'd offer to let you stay here, but I don't think I could live with two prostitutes under my roof."

Looking at his wife, he added

" It'll be tough having one in the house!"

Annette objected to being called a prostitute but her father told her to shut up and listen.

"The website said women are paid $100 for sitting at a table and not dying. The more they allow the dancers to do with them, the more money they get. I think it was $1000 extra if they permitted anal sex. You did permit those men to have anal sex with you, didn't you my dear daughter? So you should have received $1100 for the night. Money in exchange for sex equals P-R-O-S-T-I-T-U-T-E. It's a very simple economic principle. The only thing I'm not sure of is whether you got $1100 for all the sex, or if you got $1100 for each man you allowed in back there. If that's how it worked, you made out pretty well! So did my two other darling daughters and my wife. Anyway, you're on your own and if you expect to ever salvage anything from your relationship with Oscar, you'd better do what he said earlier."

He turned to Joe, Kenneth and me and proposed we put everything down on paper and have the appropriate woman sign in agreement. We thought that was a great idea and soon Adam had a list of grievances against the women and demands on their behavior for the next year typed up. We looked it over and after a few editorial comments it was finalized. Personalized copies were generated and printed. Adam told everyone to get dressed since we were going to sign before a notary. 

That whole episode was extremely painful for us men, but it was worse for the women. They had compartmentalized their behavior and didn't think it was a big deal. Obviously they were wrong. After the notary, we drove to a clinic and were all tested for STDs. Sadly, a few weeks later, Rose and her three daughters all showed signs of chlamydial infections. So did Adam and Kenneth because they'd had sex with their wives prior to the stag party. Fortunately for Joe, he was out of the country on a business trip, having returned the afternoon of the stag party, and he was free of the disease. He had expected to get really horny and jump his wife's bones when he finally got home. That never happened, thank goodness for him! I was also pronounced clean. The physician reminded us that chlamydia has a relatively short incubation period which is why it was found so quickly. Other, more insidious diseases like syphillis might still be lurking in the bloodstream waiting for right time to make their presence known. 

Rose, Pam, Estelle, Annette, Adam and Kenneth were each prescribed treatments and given instructions on what to do to rid themselves of the disease. The three husbands all filed for divorce from their wives that day on the grounds of adultery and conspiracy to commit bodily harm and assault for passing at least one STD to them. Those last two were a stretch, but in court the judge allowed them. His analogy was that ignorance is no excuse -- if you violate a traffic law unfamiliar to you and are caught, just because you didn't know the law existed doesn't mean you get a pass, in particular if the violation of that law causes an innocent third party harm! I broke off any chance of reconciling with Annette. Adam sold his house and donated the furniture to the needy. Everything except the bed he'd shared with Rose all those years. He had that burned. He gave Rose the net proceeds from the sale and nothing more. She kept her retirement money from when she worked. I heard Joe and Kenneth treated their exes similarly. Annette was fired from her job. Imagine the scandal caused by an employee of a Christian institution publicly behaving in such a lewd manner! She found another job but, it gave her little satisfaction. 

At the 6 month anniversary of the medical test it was found that Rose and her daughters showed no indications of another STD lurking in the shadows. Neither did Adam and Kenneth. But Estelle did learn that the chlamydia did cause her to become sterile. In short, she could no longer have children. That nearly killed her! Her former husband, Kenneth, got similar news. He turned to his ex and spit in her face and walked away. 

At the one year mark we all met again at the clinic. Rose, Adam, Pamela, Estelle, Joe, and I were declared clean of any disease. Annette, though, was found to have contracted gonorrhea. It seems my almost-wife was having trouble keeping her body off limits to men. She took the news stoically and gave a "big deal" shrug of her shoulders and walked out of the clinic. Later that week there was news that a woman's partly decomposed body was found in a deeply wooded area of the main city park. Animals had found the corpse and eaten much of the flesh around the face and upper body, but investigators were confident dental records would reveal her identity. I was pretty sure it was Annette. 

Everyone involved now lives apart from the others. At first Adam tried to keep in touch with Kenneth, but Kenneth quickly distanced himself from that family. Joe fell off the face of the earth. No one knows where he is and what he's doing. Estelle took an overdose of sleeping pills, just enough to put her into a coma, but not enough to kill her. Rose spends her waking hours at her daughter's bedside apologizing for everything and begging her to come back. Pamela actually convinced some priests and nuns and their bishop of her true desire to enter a convent and live out her life helping others, expecting nothing in return. That's where she is, hoping to end her days performing this self-imposed penance. Adam is a broken man. Everything he knew, everyone he loved and trusted was gone. He cursed God for playing such a cruel joke on him. He turned to drink and was last known to be a regular at a dive in a seedy part of town.

Another year has passed. I've moved to a different city and have resumed a somewhat normal life. I'm even dating again, although I'm cautious not to get too involved with anyone. When the right one comes, I hope I'll know and I hope she values loyalty and trust as much as I do. I sometimes think of Annette and wonder what could have been had she not had that stupid party. I then shudder and think what could have been had I not seen that DVD!



A Bit Of Fun In The Woods



Most of what follows is true. I've changed the names to protect the real 'Gary' and 'Jessica'.

L.J.



"Hi Gaz, how's tricks" Archie's voice boomed out as he approached across the saloon bar of the Rising Sun.

"Not so bad. I got one in for you." Gary indicated a pint of Boddingtons waiting on the table ready.

"Good man. I'm surprised that new girlfriend of yours has let you out." Archie sat down and took a long pull at his pint. "You seem to be spending all your time with her, completely ignoring your old muckers."

"Hey, lay off my bird. Anyway, she's off with her mum shopping. They've gone into Manchester, you know, that Trafford Centre."

"What's she shopping for, wedding dresses or a ball and chain, maybe?" Archie laughed. He wasn't the sort to let his mate off the hook that easily, indeed, their joshing was all part of the ritual; a mutual piss take that communicated their deep friendship ever since they had met at college. Gary was now working in I.T. whilst Archie was a ranger or some such for the council. Even when Gary had met Jessica and fallen head over heels in love they still kept their Friday evening drink together as part of their lives; their way of touching base.

"You'll never guess what happened to me last night." Archie started after a good half of his pint had disappeared. "I was up on Barton Fell, you know the place."

Gary did indeed know Barton Fell; half nature reserve, half leisure amenity its deciduous woods covered several square miles of rugged countryside. On Sundays the car parks were full but mid week it was the perfect place for a quiet walk. He and Jessica liked to take a spin out from time to time and watch the sunsets; well, that was their excuse, anyway.

"So, I'm working on this new hide out by the tarn near where the grebes are hatching and yesterday I only went and left my binoculars there." Archie continued. "I nearly left them be but I'd promised the nipper we go star gazing and they're just the thing for a youngster to use so, there I was, well gone nine at night, heading through the woods towards the tarn. I was a bit rushed so I cut across country, worked my way up Pismire beck and right in the thick of it I suddenly hear voices. More than that, it's a woman's voice and she's calling out 'Stop, stop, please stop!'"

Archie took another long sup of his ale.

"Well," he went on. "I'm not going to leave a damsel in distress, am I? On the other hand, if I go blundering in then the blighter who's doing this will run off and they'll never catch him. So I go slow, softly, softly, like."

Gary smiled at the thought of Archie going softly softly but, having been out on a badger watch with him he knew that the big man could move very quietly when he needed to.

"I creep up on them and there, in a bit of a clearing I can see this woman, completely starkers, hanging from a tree... no, not like that, you berk, hanging by her wrists, like." Archie held his arms over his head to demonstrate. "He had a bit of rope over a branch and he'd tied one end off to some leather cuffs around her wrists. She's not off the ground or anything but she's pretty helpless. He's holding a riding crop and laying into her like there's no tomorrow. Then he lays off for a while and he's right in there, groping her cunt and giving her tits a good old feel. I thought I'd got me a right pervert so I put on my best park ranger voice and I'm in there."

"Stop that! Stop that at once!" Archie mimicked himself, trying to sound as official as possible. "Before he knows what's hit him I have him over and on the ground with his wrist up behind his back in a half nelson. I was pretty pleased with myself, to tell the truth.

"So?" Gary was intrigued. "Did you call the cops?"

"Nah, I'm busy giving this guy a little talk about how he should treat women when she chimes in, tells me off for hurting him! She's still hanging by her wrists but now she's giving it lots of 'Stop it, leave him alone, you big bully. Get off him, you're hurting him.'" This time Archie mimicked a woman's voice. "There I was thinking I'm rescuing some poor bint from a fate worse than death whereas it turns out they're husband and wife enjoying a bit of hankie-pankie. I let him up and turn my back while he unties her and she puts on a bit of clothing and then it's all embarrassment, sorry, won't do it again, sort of thing. I'm still playing the stern park ranger but inside... hah, it was all I could do to keep from pissing myself with laughter.

"So what did you do?" Gary asked.

"Nothing, what was I going to do? It's not really a police matter, it was just a bit of fun, no one was hurt, well, not more than they wanted to be. Silly thing is they'd have been fine if only they'd have gone over the other side. There are plenty of spots over by Blay Tarn where they would have been perfectly safe. OK, so it's a bit of a trek from the car park but that's the point, isn't it? Now, your glass is empty, ready for round two."

Without waiting for an answer Archie got up and went to the bar. Two more pints of Bods were on their way.

*****

After the second pint Gary made his excuses and left. Jessica was due over by nine thirty and he wanted to be home ready and waiting. He was fast learning that it did no harm to do a quick tidy up to his bachelor pad before she arrived. He'd never felt like this before about any woman, she was special, very special, and if she liked the place spick and span then he was glad to oblige. Secretly he admitted to himself that she was right; he had become a bit of a slob in his bachelor years and he was glad that she was looking after him, making him live up to what he knew he ought to be. 

In particular he changed the bedding. Jess, lovely sweet, adorable Jess, made it quite clear that her favourite thing was getting into a bed with freshly washed bedlinen and, given what happened once she was there, he was more than glad to oblige. She was a tigress between the sheets and Gary smiled to himself in anticipation as he smoothed down the covers and squared away the duvet. Archie might take the piss but this one was different, this one was special and, if she was checking out wedding dresses, well, he hadn't proposed yet but they both knew it was only a matter of time. He had never felt so blissfully happy.

At nine thirty he heard her car pull up outside and his heart leapt. He rushed to the door to let her in and she was still in the hallway when they were in their first clinch. He'd put aside a sloppy movie for them to watch but, somehow, they never got round to it but rather they put his pristine bedding to good use again, and again, and again. Finally satisfied, for a while anyway, they snuggled down together under the covers.

As they chatted Jess told Gary all about the shopping trip and, no, wedding dresses weren't involved, this time at least. That done Gary told Jess about Archie and what he had come across in the woods.

"God! What a hoot!" Jess laughed as Gary got to the punch line. "Imagine how embarrassed that poor girl was. Mind you, that could be part of the turn on."

"What do you mean?" Gary asked.

"Well, that's the point of doing it outside isn't it? She's dangling there stark naked, unable to run and hide if anyone comes; half the thrill must be the risk of discovery. It must be a different thing when it actually happens though. Not that you'd ever catch me like that. You on the other hand..."

"What do you mean?" Gary asked carefully. The atmosphere was still light and jokey but there was something else, some other undercurrent going on.

"I mean, my messy friend," Jess tweaked his nose playfully, "you're not going to get me tied up like that but I can imagine having you hanging naked from a tree. Maybe a good smacking might teach you not to leave your boxers in the middle of the bathroom floor - again." Jess was half joking, half serious. "And something, maybe it's that wistful look in your eye, tells me that you wouldn't be completely averse. Is that what you want?" Jess rolled on top of him and knelt up straddling him, pinning his shoulders to the bed with his arms.

"Please, please, Mistress, please have mercy on your humble slave." Gary said in a jokey voice.

"Oh, you'll have to beg much harder than that!" Jess joked back and she bent forward and kissed him, a kiss that went on and on as, once again, they discovered just how much pleasure could come from the physical side of their relationship. And with that the subject was closed but both knew it was far from over. 

*******

It was Saturday morning maybe a week or so later and Gary and Jess were, once again, cuddled up in bed together. 

"Gaz, honey." Jess started. "Do you remember what you were saying, you know, the other night when you told me that story about Archie finding the couple in the woods."

"Umm..." replied Gary.

"Well that got me thinking and I've done some shopping..." She rolled over and reached out to her hand bag which was on a chair beside the bed. When she rolled back she was holding a pair of wrist cuffs. "Why don't we see how these fit for size?"

"Where did you get those?" Gary was amazed. This was far beyond simple handcuffs. 

"Anne Summers." Jess replied simply. "After seeing you so excited about Archie's little story I thought I'd do us both a favour. Now put your wrists out, there's a good little boy."

Gary didn't hesitate to do as he was told and Jess positioned the cuffs around his wrists. They were fastened by buckles and, simply held in front of him, he would have no problems undoing them himself. However, Jess had been ready for this. She reached back for her handbag.

"Hands above your head, that's the way." She produced a short length of chain and two padlocks. In no time the cuffs were attached to the headboard and now there was no way he could twist his wrists and reach the buckles. She lay back down next to him.

"Does that turn you on?" She asked sweetly. "Judging by the state of this..." She gently teased her finger tips along his rigid penis. "...I'd say you're just loving every minute of it. Well, does it turn you on?"

"Yes, Jess." Gary replied.

"Ooh, bad boy! It should be 'Mistress Jessica' when you're wearing the cuffs, shouldn't it? Now let's try again. Does wearing the cuffs turn you on?"

"Yes, Mistress Jessica." Gary's voice was guttural; a mixture of nerves and excitement seemed to slog his throat; he had no idea just how far Jess was going to take this.

"Maybe I should take you out to the woods, smack that pretty little bottom of yours, would you like that?" All the time Jess's fingers were playing with Gary's penis but gently, just teasing, and she was delighted by how hard he was, how obviously aroused. 

The truth be told it wasn't just Gary who had been turned on by Archie's story. Jess too had felt the thrill and, although she hadn't said anything, the thought of having Gary strung up in the woods was very alluring. When she'd found herself in town passing Anne Summers she couldn't resist popping in and, whilst the fur lined handcuffs had seemed ideal at first the more she thought about it the more the wrist cuffs were more suited to what she had in mind. They wouldn't cut into the flesh so much and he could wear them for longer.

Now that it was real, now that she had him at her mercy it was a whole new thrill and it awoke a little devil inside her. Sure, she wasn't, and never could be, the heartless cruel dominatrix, she loved Gary far too much to hurt him in any real sense of the word, but, if he was as willing as he looked then there was plenty of fun to be had playing along. She could tell from Gary's breathing that, despite her going slowly on his penis, he was close to coming so she stopped and kissed him gently on the lips.

"That's enough of that." She said as she pulled away and sat up.

"But... but... but... Jess, please..." Gary stuttered. He'd been so close and now the need from his groin was urgent.

"What did you call me?" Jess feigned anger.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Jessica. Please, please don't tease me. I need to come. Please."

"That's better but I'm still not sure you've got the message. I decide what you do or don't need, is that understood?" Jess was enjoying this.

"Yes, Mistress Jessica." Gary said resignedly.

"Good. Now, if you're going to come you're going to have to earn it. You can start by kissing my nipples." For the next hour or so Jess continued to tease. From time to time she'd break off for a while, making herself a cup of coffee, for example, before returning to Gary and, once again, playing with him, bringing him to the edge. Both knew that this was just a game, that Gary could call a halt to it at any point but, for all his frustration, for all his unresolved need, there was no way he wanted to stop and his ever rigid penis was testament to that. Finally Jess looked at the clock. It was ten thirty; the day was slipping away.

"If we're going to get into town before lunchtime we need to get on with things." She said matter of factly as she got up off the bed.

"But... but... but..." Gary spluttered. "Please Mistress Jessica, please; I need to come so badly."

"Do you deserve to come?" Jess asked, sitting back down, her fingers once again returning to his penis.

"Deserve..." In time Gary saw the trap. "No Mistress Jessica, your slave can only beg for mercy."

"My slave, eh? I think I like the sound of that. Tell me how much you love me."

"You're my Goddess, my one, my only, oh, Mistress Jessica I love you so much I... Oh... Ahhhh..." Every muscle went into spasm as Gary came, great gobbets of jism shooting from him, covering his chest.

"Hmm... You did need that, didn't you?" Jess laughed. "Now let's get you out of those cuffs and get on with the day. You go and shower whilst I clean up round here."

It was well gone eleven before they were in the car and on their way into town.

"Gary..." Jess was thoughtful. "I had a lot of fun this morning but... look... I don't want it to take over. I want us to be Gaz and Jess, most of the time. I want a partner, not a slave, but, now and again..."

They pulled up at some lights so Gary had a chance to look across at this women, this perfect woman, this woman he loved.

"Jess, darling, absolutely. I know just what you mean." He said

"Mind you, I still want to try a session in the woods." Jess returned.

"Whenever you're ready." Gary replied. With that the lights turned green and, as they pulled away the conversation turned to other things.

******

Over the next couple of months bondage play became a regular part of Jess and Gary's sex life. By gently pushing the limits they found that, apart from the bondage aspect, there was a D/s side to their relationship and, one time, after Gary had left the bathroom in a state, again, "Mistress Jessica" decided it was time to show her naughty little slave just what happened to untidy slobs. A little experimenting led her to Gary's table tennis bat and she soon discovered that a bright red backside did nothing to diminish his rock hard erection. Furthermore, whilst Gary had never been reticent about offering oral sex he was now getting lots more practice and becoming far more proficient in knowing exactly what turned her on.

Spring rolled into summer, July turned into August and Britain experienced one of those rare heat waves with daytime temperatures up into the high eighties. Gary was working away in the data centre when his mobile rang.

"Hi there honey." Jess purred once he had answered. "It's far too hot to work. How about we bunk off early and have some fun."

Jim looked at the rota. He, like Jess, worked flexible hours and he had enough in reserve so he called over to the boss and pleaded domestic emergency. Just how much his boss believed him is moot as, half an hour later, he was away from the office and pulling into the car park outside where Jess worked and five minutes after that they were free. He was delighted to see that Jess was looking bright and summery wearing a short skirt and a light blouse. Her legs were bare and on her feet was a pair of strappy sandals. Instead of her normal handbag she was carrying a holdall that looked quite heavy as she shoved it on to the back seat. When Gary asked what was in it a curt 'you'll see when the time comes' was all he got in reply. A quick discussion on where to go ruled out most of their usual haunts as being to hot, too indoors or just over done. When Jess suggested a spin out to Barton Fell Gary agreed at once. It was maybe a twenty mile drive but Gary's sports car made light of the distance and, in no time, they were pulling into the main car park.

The woods were nigh on perfection. It was quite cool in the dappled shade and, being midweek, it was pretty peaceful. At first they walked together hand in hand down the main pathways but, more and more they strayed and, as they got deeper into the woods Gary couldn't resist pulling Jess to a stop and, pinning her to a tree, kissed her long and hard. Naturally his hand strayed to her thigh, up under the hem of her skirt and was heading for all points north but, as his fingers reached the elasticated leg of her panties he was firmly told to wait.

"There will be plenty of time for that later, don't you worry." Jess whispered. "Doesn't this heat make you horny? It certainly does me."

At that point Gary's restraint nearly broke but a party of school children on a nature trail approached. Fortunately they were noisy enough that Gary had time to get his hand out of Jess's skirt before they got too close.

At six-o-clock Jess suggested that they eat at a nearby pub which had a good garden where they could sit out and enjoy the weather. Gary's main hunger was for something other than food but he knew better than to demur and they went back to the car park, retrieved the car, and drove the five miles or so to the Rose and Crown at Duck Green. The weather had brought the crowds out but, after a short wait, they found a table and ordered. 

As they chatted together over the meal Gary started to realise just how much the woman opposite meant to him. Maybe it was the two pints of Boddingtons he'd had with the meal, maybe it was the unrelieved tensions in his groin, maybe it was the perfect afternoon they'd just spent together or maybe, maybe it was that this was the one for him, his one true love. He was nigh on the point of proposing there and then but he hadn't got a ring and proposing without a ring just wouldn't be right. By the time they had finished the sun was getting low. Hand in hand they walked back to the car.

"I'm driving." Said Jess firmly as they approached the car. "I know you with two pints inside you. You may be legal but you're not safe. Hand over the keys."

It said much for their relationship that Jess was the only other person allowed to drive Gary's precious sports car and, without demur, he handed over the keys and got in the passenger side. Jess got in the driver's side and they drove off, out of the car park. It wasn't long before Gary realised that they were not heading back towards his flat, or hers for that matter, but were, once again, heading deep into the countryside. 

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"Can't you work that out?" Jess said, playfully.

"But this is the road back to Barton Fell." Gary said. Then the penny dropped. "Are we going to...?"

"You betcha!" Expertly Jess steered the car through the narrow country lanes and, minutes later, they turned into the car park and drew to a halt. "Grab the bag from the back and follow me."

They got out of the car and Gary took the holdall out of the back before Jess pushed the switch that put the roof up and locked the doors. Then, with a purposeful stride she headed off into the woods.

Gary was beginning to realise that she had planned this all along. After all the bag had been there right from the start. Furthermore the afternoons walk hadn't just been for pleasure, judging by the assured way she was taking turn after turn she knew exactly where she was going. He was pleased to see that she had remembered Archie's comments and they were heading towards Blay Tarn. It wasn't long before they came to a clearing, a patch of soft turf tucked away under the overhanging branches of a mature beach tree. 




A Bit Of Fun In The Woods



"This will do." Jess said. "Bag please." 

Gary handed her the holdall and she fetched out the wrist cuffs from home. 

"Strip to the waist and put these on." Jess said in a 'matter of fact' voice before passed the cuffs to Gary and, whilst he was complying she fetched a length of rope out of the bag and, with a practised swing tossed it so that it went over a branch that overhung the clearing. "What? Didn't you know I used to be a Girl Scout?" She joked. 

In moments Gary found himself standing with his hands over his head. Jess tied off the rope adjusting it until he was at full stretch but still taking his weight on his feet.

"Now then, I don't want to hear a squeak out of you." Jess said in a playful voice. "So I think a gag is in order. Unfortunately I don't seem to have brought one. Now, what can I use...? Oh, I know." She reached up under her skirt, pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. "Yes, these will do fine. Open wide." Gary opened his mouth and Jess balled up her panties and pushed them inside. She reached into the bag and fetched out a silk scarf which she fastened around his head holding the panties in place before standing back to admire her handy work.

"Very pretty but you're a bit... overdressed, don't you think." She came and stood next to him and, as her fingers fiddled with his belt buckle she reached up and kissed him on the nose. Then, gripping his jeans either side if his hips she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slid the whole lot down until they were puddled around his ankles. She slipped off his shoes and helped him step out of his jeans and boxers.

"Ooh look!" She exclaimed. "Someone's enjoying this." She stood up and took his rigid penis in her hand. Gently she eased his foreskin back and forth over his glans and Gary shuddered as his penis seemed to get harder than ever. There eyes met, hers twinkling with wicked amusement, his already pleading for more.

"And that's enough of that to be going on with." Jess retuned to the bag and fetched out two more cuffs, a pair of tent pegs and a rubber mallet. As she bent down to fetch the stuff out of the bag the hem of her skirt rode up at the back and, knowing only too well that her panties were in his mouth, Gary got a tantalising 'almost' view. She came back to where he hung and drove the tent pegs into the soft turf either side of him so that, once Gary's cuffed ankles were attached to them, his feet were maybe three feet apart. It was now much harder for him to retain his balance and he was starting to take some of his weight with his arms. Then she went back to the bag and as she retrieved something from it, Gary once again got a teasing half view of his favourite pair of buttocks. When she stood up he saw that she was holding something that looked like a cross between a riding crop and a fly swat. The business end was maybe ten centimetres square and she flicked it back and forth experimentally.

"Now then, let's see how well this works." She went round behind him and flicked the end across one buttock. Gary gave a squeak, as much of surprise as of pain. "A little harder, perhaps?" This time she chose the other buttock and, as suggested, was less restrained. Gary was starting to realise that, far more than their sessions back at his flat, Jess was not going to hold back.

"You see..." She continued. "Back at the flat I have to worry about making too much noise, about upsetting the neighbours, but out here... out here I can make as much noise as I want. We have the whole place to ourselves. Don't we?" Another quick flick caught Gary out and he once again squeaked in pain. "But why am I doing this? Is it because you've been a slob – again? Is it because you left a black tide mark in my bath last Thursday? Is it because you lay in bed all Saturday morning instead of getting up and helping with the cores? Well, what do you think?"

All this time Jess had been circling Gary, giving occasional flicks with the crop. Now she stood in front of him and was pleased to see that, despite the concerned look on his face, his penis still stood proud and strong. She reached up and gave his right nipple a tweak with her finger nails. "Well, slave, what do you think."

With his mouth full of Jess's panties Gary was in no position to answer. However Jess seemed to be demanding something to he tried to say 'I don't know' although all that came out were muffled sounds. He shook his head.

"I can't hear you." Jess said. Gary tried again. "What's that? You don't know." Gary nodded gratefully. "Well, you may not know but I do, I've tied you up because I can, because I want to and now we're going to see just how many strokes of this you can take."

She went back round behind him and started to really lay into him. She had to use a certain amount of caution. The sight of his rapidly reddening buttocks was really getting to her, as was the thwack of the leather on his backside and the squeak of pain that accompanied it so she had to be careful not to get carried away. From time to time she would move around to in front of him and smack his nipples for a change and she was pleased to see that, despite the fact that he was obviously hurting his erection was as hard as ever. She upped the tempo a bit, trying to find that fine line between pain and pleasure and was actually hitting quite hard before a change in the tone of his muffled cries told her that he'd reached his limit.

She went back round in front of him.

"Had enough?" She asked. Gary nodded and she could see that his face was tear stained and, if it weren't for the evidence of his still semi-hard penis she would have thought the poor lad had really suffered. "And are you ready to say thank you?"

Gary nodded fervently so Jess went over to where the rope was fastened off and let it free. Gary slumped to his knees. She quickly untied the rope from his wrist cuffs, unfastened his ankles from the tent pegs and undid the scarf holding her panties in his mouth. Then she went over to where she had laid a blanket on a suitable log and lay along it.

"Here, slave, come and thank your Mistress."

Gary took no time in shuffling across the clearing and burying his head between her thighs. He was slightly surprised to find out just how turned on Jess was. He knew she enjoyed D/s games as much as he did but, as he eased the lips of her sex apart with his tongue he found that she was fully aroused, her juices were flowing freely and her clitoris was an inflamed bulb of flesh. As ever he started slowly but she was having none of that and told him to get on with it if he didn't want another beating.

Almost immediately Gary was glad they were deep in the woods as Jess held nothing back and vocalised her growing arousal in ways she would never dare do back at the flat. Partially it was instructions to go harder, to stay there, not to stop, partially it was cries of pure passion, pure fever, pure animal desire until with a massive "Oh Yes!!!" she came, her cries disturbing a flock of starlings. 

It took Jess a few moments to get her breath back before she sat up, got up, off the log and pushed Gary backwards to the ground. Straddling him she reached under her skirt so that, as she lowered herself down onto him, she could guide his penis deep inside her. Again there was the passion, the intensity the power as she rode him and rode him hard. She lent forward and rested her hands on his shoulders, gripping furiously as she rubbed her groin back and forth, back and forth. 

"You're mine, aren't you?" She asked breathlessly.

"Yes, yours Mistress." Gary replied.

"What are you?" There was an edge in Jess's voice now.

"I'm yours." Gary repeated.

"My what?"

"Your slave, Mistress, your slave, your... ughhhh.... ughhhh....Oh Jess!!!!"

With a shudder Gary exploded inside his Goddess and, as he nearly blacked out with pleasure, he was vaguely aware of Jess climaxing too.

For a while the only noise was the feint rustle of the wind in the leaves. In the end it was Jess who spoke first.

"Are you OK?" She asked tentatively.

"OK? God, Jess, that was fantastic." Gary replied.

"But your poor bottom..."

"Well, I won't pretend I won't be feeling sore for a while but it was worth it, oh, god it was worth it. Oh, Jess, I love you so much, really, really I do."

"You're not so bad yourself." Jess joked. "Now, let's get dressed and back to the car before it's too dark to see."

She stood up and went over to the bag and started tidying the bits and pieces away whilst Gary put his clothes back on. She saw him wince as the waistband of his boxers went over his buttocks; she really had laid into him pretty hard but there were no complaints from his side and definitely none from hers. Already she was planning their next trip, after all, in a couple of months the summer would be over and it would be too cold for outdoor games.

Dressed at last Gary came over and gave Jess a long, long hug.

"Jess, darling, thank you, thank you so much." He said as they broke.

"Thanks for what?" Jess asked.

"For... for... for playing along with my kinky side." Gary looked slightly abashed. "You're so good to me."

"Yes, I am good to you." Jess replied. "But what makes you think I'm doing this to play along to your kinky side? Now grab the bag, it's getting dark."

Hand in hand they returned through the woods, each one wondering how they had got so lucky as to find their perfect lover.



A Bit of Fun



"You startled me."

"Sorry." He stepped in close. She huddled in close and rested her head against his chest.

"Quite a night, wasn't it," Carl said.

"Yeah."

He tilted her head up. "You had fun though, didn't you?"

"I guess so."

"You guess so?"

"Well—" She paused. "—the sex was good."

"It was, was it?" He gaze captured hers. He leaned in for a kiss. Heartbeats tapped out time as they drown. Hot water sluiced over them.

Carl broke the kiss first. Jen went up on tip toes in order to chase his lips. He rejoined her in a second kiss.

Jen's arms, pressed between her breast and his chest, snaked out about his back and pressed him closer. A leg twined about one of his. Their kiss broke for a hasty breath and resumed. One of his hands trailed down over her back. Other fingers traced a trail over the top of her pelvis. They found the inside of her thigh and touched. Jen's breath came faster. His manhood snaked over the muscles of her belly as it grew.

Jen giggled and pulled away.

"What?" Carl sounded a little put out.

"That—" She tapped his solo finger. "—tickles."

"Oh, it does, does it?" He pushed her up against the wall. He grabbed her under the thighs and lifted. She grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling.

"Does this tickle?" He jabbed the wrong spot.

Jen snorted and nearly choked on the shower water. "Yes. Kind of hurts too."

Carl jockeyed her about. His piston found her valve. "How about this." He pushed.

Jen stiffened as he forced his way in. "Oh, God. Ow." The words forced their way from stiff lungs. The water wasn't making the best lube. She panted when he came to rest fully impaled.

A slow heartbeat pulse of heat pushed from Carl to Jen where his rod invaded. Her engine warmed. The pressure increased. He began to cycle in her chamber. Jen pumped higher. She ground her naked flesh against his wirery hair. A sparkplug arced. She shuddered and fired up the pace.

Carl's face was purple. "Fuck! Jen." His body shook.

Jen hooked her legs behind Carl's buttocks. She slammed herself upon Carl's piston. Every muscle in her body strained.

Carl's injector spilled. Fuel ignited within Jen's chamber. Combustion nearly pushed her past critical. She rose and fell, once, twice, thrice. Her face contorted with the strain that pushed her gaskets to the limit.

Jen slammed down again on Carl's broken rod. It banged about within her. Just as all seemed lost, Jen's radiator ruptured.

"Oh, shit!" Her arms locked about Carl's head. She rose up over him, her breasts planted in his face. She ground the arch of her pelvis down over the rock hardened, washboard pavement of his abdomen.

She reached the wires about his sex. Her sparkplug ignited. "Oh." The single syllable dragged on. "God." Her body convulsed. "Shit. God. Carl. Shit. Oh, shit." Strength bled from her body. She would have fallen had Carl not trapped her against the wall. The water grew cold before her heartbeat recovered.

"Good?" Carl asked. He handed her from the shower.

"Good." Her voice was a little hesitant.

Carl helped her from the shower. From there, towel dry, blow dry, cozy oversized flannel shirt night gown and comb. Jen slipped in under the covers. She rolled up on her side to watch the play of muscles on her husband's back.

He rolled to face her. "Something wrong?"

Jen considered not answering. Her meager breast rose with a heavy breath. "Still can't find my panties."

"Oh?" Carl scooched a hand-span closer. His fingers crawled under the sheets towards her.

"Carl. No. Aren't you satisfied?"

"No." His hand slid up her right thigh to rest on her ass. He drew her closer. "Never will be. Not with you in my bed."

Jen pushed off his chest. "Well I am. It's time for sleep."

Carl kissed her. The warmth of his fingers trailed from her ass, over her thigh and towards her abdomen. She moved her leg to block entry and found herself granting entry instead.

What the— Kaleidoscope thought disoriented her. She broke the kiss and rocked half way back. He moved with her and spearmint toothpaste breath washed over her face.

Carl's hand trailed warm streamers down over her nexus. Little eddies of fire swirled wherever his fingers touched her. Butterfly wings unfurled within her core. He thumbed the flower-bud at her juncture.

Jen's breath hitched. Her uphill shoulder fell to the matters. Her legs splayed open more.

Carl rose over her on one elbow while at the same time teasing liquid warmth from her groin with the other hand. He teased her wings open. Up. Down. Slide. Swirl. A pause. Up. Down. Slide.

Jen melted into the bed. Her breathing became deeper.

Her husband leaned close and hovered over her lips. Jen had to reach for his kiss. As she did, his finger entered her. She gasped. He drew back. She chased him. His finger sank deeper.

Their lips welded. They breathed as one and as they did so, Carl finger feathered the hot flesh inside her.

Jen broke the kiss. Her head fell back the bed. Her face flushed. Her breasts heaved. She rocked her hips seeking firmer contact.

Carl's feather touch torment continued. Jen's legs twitched open further. Lava heat wept from her juncture, trailed over her ass to wet the bed.

"Oh, God." She grabbed his wrist but had little strength. She tried to force him tighter to her. "Shit. Carl."

Mercifully, he stopped. Jen drew a shuddering gasp. He withdrew his fingers and abandoned the blistering ache within her. He pulled her hand up over her head, gathered her other wrist and pinned them. He shifted awkwardly so that the arm he supported himself on could hold her and then his fingers snaked under the sheets again.

Jen's heart raced. When his finger touched the inside of her thigh half way to her knee she bucked.

"Antsy, aren't you."

"Oh God. Carl." Her breasts heaved. "Please."

He trailed her own wetness up the inside of her thigh. Hot and then cold. It left her shaking.

Carl touched her bud.

"Oh!" Jen's spine arched off the bed.

He stroked her peddles. Her legs trembled. He pried just a little to hold her open so she couldn't feel his invasion until his feather touch.

"Oh God. Oh shit." She sucked in a breath and held it. Her body coiled so tight tears leaked from her eye.

Somewhere inside, Carl flicked her.

Jen's breath exploded from her breast. She heaved and crashed against the bed. Her pelvis rose of the bed, hunting, seeking, something. Kaleidoscope pleasure seared every available inch of her skin. It swallowed her mind.

Jen came back with a snap. She felt raw, like her flesh had been scraped clean with a straight-razor. Her nipples hurt and Carl hadn't even touched them. He was positioned above her.

"Carl?"

"Jen, that was so hot! God, I ache for you."

"Can you wai—"

Carl lowered himself upon her.

Jen hissed. She was warm and wet but also soft. The white iron of his arousal stabbed her.

"Ow."

Carl froze a moment. "What?" His weight pressed into her further.

Jen adjusted herself and accepted his dagger. "Nothing." Her tenderness was receding and the fire in Carl's eyes sparked her dying embers once more.

The next morning Jen wanted to skip the gym. Carl wouldn't let her. After exercise, returning home and a shower Jen dressed. She'd shimmied her jeans half way up her thighs when she froze.

She'd shaved again. It left her feeling quite naked under her panties. Her eyes darted to her drawer. Like normal, it was full of panties.

"Carl?"

"Yes?" Her husband strode naked from the bathroom. He scrubbed his hair with a towel displaying his muscles in all their naked glory.

"Where did those come from?" She nodded her head towards the drawer.

"Your panties. That's where you keep them."

"I know!" There was a little fire in her voice. "They weren't they last night. Why'd you hide them?"

"I didn't," he said, but there was a smirk on his face.

"You did too."

"I did not. Look. I even found you this pair." He snapped the red elastic about her waist. "You just ignored them."

Something slimy and a little frightening turned over in Jen's stomach. A swarm of moth's clouded her mind.

Carl caught her before she could fall. "Jen, are you all right?"

"No, I—" Panic, with its millions of hooked claws, surged up her throat and nested behind her eyes.

Jen put her face in her hands and cried.

"Jen. Jen! What's wrong?"

"What's happening to me?" Her question came out as a wail. "I remember them. You showed me. The whole drawer full. I -- I -- I couldn't see them. Do I have dementia? Alzheimer's?" Sobs racked her frame.

Carl spun around in front of her and grabbed both shoulders. He sank to his knees before her. "No. No. Jen. You're fine. I hypnotized you."

Jen's entire frame shook with the force of her fear.

"Jen! I hypnotized you. Are you listening? Jen!"

His words finally penetrated. Fear flashed into fire. "You what?"

"I hypnotized you."

"Why?" She almost screamed.

"You were so nervous. So uptight. About your Dad. You always are. I had to show you that you can be yourself."

"You made me shave! I -- I—" She blushed so hard she felt faint. "I went to the party naked."

Carl's timber was nearly a sigh. "You weren't naked."

"I was below. And then you fucked me, in the bathroom. I suppose that was hypno-mumbo-jumbo too. God I hate you."

Carl surged to his feet. "I was trying to help you. And I did!" He stormed into the bathroom. "And I did not fuck you. I made love to you. And there was no hypno-mumbo-jumbo involved. That was all you!" He slammed the door.

Jen rocked back on her heels. A void opened in her breast.

Work was the shits. Every pull of her jeans, ever slip of her panties, broadcast her nakedness straight to her brain. That made her squirm. Squirming brought Carl to mind and him, their fight.

Jen was trying to balance the balance sheet for the fifth time when Kay stuck her head in the office.

"Haven't seen you today. You want lunch?"

"No, go without me." A tear burnt the corner of her eye.

Kay stepped in, shut the door and sat down. "What's wrong girlfriend?"

The tear and several more eked from her eyes. "We had a fight." She sniffed.

"That's all. Tom and I fight all the time. It happens."

"Yeah, but does Tom hypnotize you so you humiliate yourself in front of your parents?"

"Say what?"

"He hypnotized me. I shaved. I couldn't find my panties. He fucked me in the bathroom."

Shock etched Kay's face. "When did you start saying fuck?"

"This morning. He probably hypnotized me to do that too."

"Okay girl. This is serious. You need some calories and then we need to talk."

After a phili-cheese-steak Jen talked. She told Kay everything. Lara joined them. Jen told Lara everything too.

"Come on, Jen. That's not that bad," Lara said. "Did he leave you shivering with delight?"

"Um." Jen felt a little heat on her face.

Lara definitely noted it.

"Then what're you complaining about. What's a little spat next to a man that can make you come?"

A customer at the table next to them glanced over.

Jen leaned forward. "Not so loud, Lara."

"Lara's right, Jen. Maybe other than the part where he didn't ask for permission, what Carl did wasn't that bad. I know I'd let Tom hypnotize me if it left me shivering."

Jen looked at one and then the other of her girlfriends. "Really?"

"Really," they said in unison.

The clawing pain within her breast eased.

Lara leaned over the table. "So did you really hypnotize you and you shaved?"

Jen rolled her eyes. "Yes."

"I'm surprised he let you find your underwear."

The man at the next table glanced over again.

"Well, maybe he has more brains than you do."

"No man's that smart."

All three laughed. The rest of the day was a breeze right up until fifteen to five.

Jason, her boss, strode into her office. "Is the Harcort Proposal ready?"

"No," Jen said. Her tone was cautious. "You asked for the Langrom Report this morning."

"I have dinner with Mr. Harcort at eight. I need that proposal. Tonight. Before you go home."

But— She never voiced her complaint. "Yes, sir."

It was well after seven when she pulled into her apartment parking spot. She dragged herself from the car. Her purse bumped up the stairs in her wake. She let the door fall closed behind her.

A meal was laid out upon their coffee table. The slight sent of wax perfumed the apartment but the candle wicks upon the table were cold and black.

Oh Carl. Thank you.

"Jen. Jen! Is that you?" Carl burst from their bedroom. He fell to his knees. "I'm so sorry, Jen. I really am. What happened? Are you still mad? I was so worried. You didn't call. Not even at lunch and I thought maybe you'd run away for the night. Or -- Or -- I was about to call your parents."

Jen couldn't help herself. A smile twitched her lips and then blossomed full grown across her face. "No—" She choked back a giggle. "—I had to work late."

"You're not still mad at me are you?"

On his knees, looking up at her, begging, Carl forcibly reminded her of a puppy dog. You just couldn't stay mad at a puppy dog.

"No."

Carl jumped up, grabbed her about the waist and spun her in a circle. He set her down and kissed her. She kissed him back. His second kiss was much harder.

When it broke, he made a grand gesture towards the table. "I made you dinner."

"Wow—" Cold veil. "—romantic dinner. Candle light. What are you going to do for Valentine's Day?"

"Uh."

"Maybe you could hypnotize me." Her eyes dodged his sudden stare. "To be a stripper." Heat seared her cheeks. She met his eyes. "Private. Yours."