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Second Honeymoon

By: sr71plt



"I vote for a scarlet one with see-through lace," Cliff whispered in Susan's ear.

"So, no more than eight months' married and suddenly I'm the scarlet woman, am I?" Susan said in her Miss Prim voice. With that, she rolled away from Cliff and off the couch and stood there, hands on hips, giving him her over-the-top pouty look and keeping just out of his reach.

"It was your idea to do a second honeymoon inside a year, toots," Cliff shot back. "That's you playing the fast woman. It's hardly my fault that I see a fast woman as wearing peek-a-boo red."

"Well, we shall see what we shall see. I'm off to Victoria's Secret and, if you remembered, today's the day you were to sign up for the Bermuda cruise at the AAA. So, we'd both best be off."

"Ah, and I'd just gotten the couch warm," Cliff answered. It was now his turn to try out the pouty look and little-boy-hurt voice.

But Susan wasn't having any of that. She was already half way to the door and grabbing her coat off the back of the wing chair.

"And I want a junior suite with a balcony," she tossed over her shoulder. "I don't care if it will be too cold to sit out there; those are the lowest-price rooms with full-glass walls."

"Money grabber. Tramp. Exhibitionist. Elitist," Cliff tossed out at her. But she was already through the door and revving up her Miata convertible.

Cliff made a note to call AAA from the office. He planned to go in for a few hours today, while everyone else was off for the weekend. It was the only way he could get out in front of the work without all of the distractions of a normal day at the office. 

The Claytons were only planning this second honeymoon because they'd been married on a national holiday weekend and both had to get back to work the following Tuesday. They'd triangulated between Susan's home town, where they'd tied the knot, and Washington, D.C., where they both had to be at work bright and early two days hence. This process had resulted in two nights at the Foodergong Lodge in Bird-in-Hand, Pennsylvania, for their first, abbreviated honeymoon. Susan had thought the room with the Jacuzzi shaped like a transparent champagne glass was a little too corny, and what was to be their first sanctioned romp in the hay went terribly downhill from there when she had gotten her foot stuck in the stem of the glass à la drain and they'd had to call in the house plumber, he of the sucking teeth and roving eye, to extract her—a little too slowly and too hands on for Susan's taste.

Christmas was the first time they could get free for two weeks, so Susan had insisted that they go for a REAL honeymoon so that she could wipe out the memory of the first try. Cliff had agreed, but only with the stipulation that they considered it their second honeymoon, because he hadn't been at all disappointed with their first one considering what had transpired after the plumber had pulled Susan out of the champagne glass drain and had been convinced to reduce the number of blushing people in the room by one.

* * *

Susan smiled as she maneuvered the Miata into a tight space near the entrance into Macy's, and not just because she had jockeyed for position to get the space with a bottle blonde in a big-ass Mercedes—and lost—only for the blonde to discover that her car didn't fit in the space and Susan's car would. Susan also smiled at the thought of that first honeymoon. She didn't want to forget it at all—and especially the part about Cliff's prowess and that cliché heart-shaped bed—but she certainly didn't mind the chance at a real honeymoon this soon after they'd been married. They deserved this time away together. They both worked hard at their jobs. And they weren't exactly making money hand over fist, although, granted, they were lucky that both were still employed in this economic atmosphere. No, they weren't rich, and had been forced to scrimp and save to get what they needed for this trip, short as it was. But still, they were better off than most.

Susan climbed out of the Miata, still thinking of that first night at the Foodergong Lodge. No, she couldn't see that she missed not having to display for that plumber more than once. The thought of how ridiculous it all was made her laugh, as she closed the door to walk into the mall. Certainly something to tell the grandkids.

As she gave that little laugh, Susan heard a snort and looked up to see that the blonde of the big-ass Mercedes had apparently found a parking space nearby and was just passing behind the Miata. She was staring daggers at Susan. Then she flipped her head—without moving a single curl of her set-in-cement hair—and flounced off toward the Macy's entrance.

Susan momentarily felt deflated, realizing that the woman had misconstrued her laugh as somehow directed at her. But then Susan decided not to give it another thought. "And a merry, merry, jolly to you, too, Sweetheart," Susan mused. Some people just never would get into the Christmas spirit.

Susan was picking out a red, lacey nightie in Victoria's Secret, deciding that if that's how Cliff wanted her, that was how Cliff would get her, when she heard the snort again. It must be her lucky day. Helmut Head Blonde was passing by her again—and giving her that knowing smile of victory. Susan wondered why until she looked up and saw that she had been pawing around on a "last chance" sales table.

This wouldn't do.

Quite deliberately, Susan dropped the perfectly fine nightie she had found in the pile and turned and surveyed the store. She focused on a rack of obviously best-quality lingerie and made a beeline for it. The nightie she zeroed in on actually wasn't quite as nice, she thought, as the one on the sales table—at least it wouldn't as flattering to her as that other one would be. But Blondie was still in the store and keeping track of Susan's movements.

"Such a gorgeous nightgown," the sales lady gushed. "I know your man will just drool to see you in it. But, you know, I hope, that you can return it if you decide it's not suitable."

"Oh, that's all right," Susan said in a voice that was a bit too loud if she were only speaking to the saleswoman. But, of course, she wasn't. She was trying to project over to the bra table, where Helmut Head was pretending to look for the biggest cup size on offer. "My husband is taking me on a cruise to Bermuda for Christmas, and I'm sure this will be just perfect."

A half hour later, as Susan was shopping at the lower-end grocery store for the cereal Cliff liked and she could only find here, she was feeling a little testy—with herself. She didn't know why at first, wondering why she suddenly felt out of sorts. But then she thought back on her little challenge match with the Mercedes woman and felt a tad ashamed of herself. It had been so petty and she'd wound up with a nightie that was half as satisfying for twice the price. All because she had let a woman irritate her who had some justification, no matter how mistaken it was, to have been irritated with Susan. On top of that, Susan had criticized the woman's lack of Christmas spirit.

As she moved down the aisle, Susan noticed another woman pushing a squeaky cart ahead of her. She had one toddler boy sitting in the cart and a somewhat older girl hanging onto her skirt. She had a list in one hand, a fist full of store coupons in the other, and a hang-dog look of near collapse of her shoulders that gave Susan the impression she was bearing the cares of the world.

Susan would had zipped around her and grabbed Cliff's cereal and high-tailed it out of a store that she didn't want any of her friends to know she stepped foot in, except that the store was crowded. This store was where many of the people who held down more than one substandard job through the week that forced them to shop on Saturday afternoon came to. There were just too many carts coming at her down the aisle on the other side for Susan to get around the woman pushing the cart so lethargically.

But then, after a few minutes, Susan became mesmerized by the woman and her little girl and toddler son, and she found herself forgetting all about Cliff's cereal and following along behind this young family. The woman was methodical in her shopping, especially considering how little she had in her cart. She would stop and study the shelf, check her list and her coupons, take a can of something really basic—tomato soup or spaghetti in sauce—off the shelf, seem to almost pray over it, and then, more often than not, reluctantly and ever-so-carefully replace it on the shelf. The toddler was snuffling quietly, almost listlessly. In contrast, the little girl was chattering away, asking if they could get this or that—until, at last in the cereal aisle, where Susan had the presence of mind to realize that she had reached her own goal—Cliff's special maple crunch cereal—the little girl pointed at a chock-full-of-sugar cereal that was being pushed hard at American's children this month by Kellogg's. She begged her mother to buy a box, and she received a sharp retort in a very tired voice. Susan looked up sharply as the little girl, full of rebellion, if only for a moment, reached out and snatched a box off the shelf and pushed it up and over the top of the side of the cart and into the basket.

The mother stopped dead in her tracks, looked down at the little girl and admonished her in a whisper that Susan couldn't quite hear. The woman hesitated and then, with a sigh that reached Susan's ears, shuffled around in the coupons in her hand as if some cosmic miracle would have put a 100 percent off coupon for that particular cereal in the collection without the mother having noticed it. Coming up blank, the woman reached down and picked the cereal box up and, moving slowly, as if fighting with herself on just what to do, managed to put it back on the shelf. Susan could see tears in the woman's eyes, and then snuffling started in harmony—not just the toddler now, but the little girl also, as the wheels on the woman's cart started to squeak again slowly along the aisle.

This time Susan did not take up her position in the parade. Indeed, why should she? She had reached her goal. She was standing in front of a whole row of Cliff's favorite maple crunch cereal. Beyond this, Susan felt welded to the spot. She had no control over her legs, even though they were trembling slightly. She was plastered to the spot, finding that her eyes were moving between Cliff's cereal and the sugary puffs the little girl had wanted. And she didn't know why, but there were tears in her eyes.

* * *

Cliff had counted on being alone in the office that Saturday afternoon. He most certainly hadn't counted on trying to think over the sound of a vacuum cleaner out in the hall.

And now the door to his office was opening and howling Hoover sounds were reverberating off his walls.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Clayton. I didn't think anyone was here today. I'll just take my business over to the other side of the offices. I hope I won't be too noisy over there for you."

"No bother, Clarice," Cliff answered. "There's more reason for you to be here working today than me. Although it's too bad you have to work today. Doesn't your son, Maurice, have his football games on Saturday afternoons."

"Yes, thas' right, Mr. C. But Saturday is 'big' day for us cleaners. Thas' not only the day when we can do sweeping like this without disturbing folks—beggin' your pardon again, though, for not knowin' you were here. But we also get paid more on a Saturday. More than when we can get for night work even. So I don't turn down no Saturday work here. Not me."

"And you don't mind missing Maurice's games."

"Course' I mind missing them. But my sister, Chanel, takes him mostly and roots for him in my place. She's got a disability; she can't work like I can."

Clarice turned the Hoover and started pushing it back out of the office.

"Well a Merry Christmas to you and your family, then Clarice. I guess you won't have to work that Saturday, Christmas day, at least. I guess you'll have the family all together around a Christmas tree and with a big meal with all the trimmings. I've heard what I good cook you are. You do that cake baking over at Hot Cakes, I hear."

"Oh, I don' do that no more, Mr. C. They had to cut back because of the economy and all, ya know. No, it's just this job now. And I'll work that Christmas Saturday if I can. It would mean double time."

"Oh that's a shame," Cliff said. "Having to leave Maurice and your other little guys at home alone with the tree on Christmas day."

"No tree this year, either. Not for our family. I just feel lucky I have this job and we'll still be able to have a roof over our heads and a bit of heat in the grate. No, the way things are down where I live, we'll be living high on the hog this Christmas just to have some boiled ham for sandwiches come Christmas night when I can get home.

"But that's enough jawin' from me, Mr. C. You've come in to get some work done and I'm standin' here just a jawin' and not getting my own work any closer to done. Ya all have a great Christmas yourselves, Mr. C. I'll just go on over to the other side and put this machine on low."

And then Clarice was gone, shutting Cliff's office door behind her with a decisive click.

Cliff had felt pretty good when he'd come into the office. Now, for some reason, he didn't feel pretty good at all. He looked down on the surface of his desk, meaning to get right back into crunching those sales numbers and shaking off this sudden feeling of melancholy. But it wasn't the ledger sheets that caught his eye. It was that note with the number of AAA on it. He'd meant to call AAA and book the cruise to Bermuda as soon as he'd arrived at the office. But he'd forgotten to do so. He reached for the phone.

* * *

Susan had noticed that Cliff was very quiet and a little withdrawn ever since he had come back from the office. She would have said something—asked him if anything was wrong—but she felt a little nervous and sheepish herself. She needed to talk to him. But she could hardly find a convenient way to slip what she had to say into a conversation with him if he was being unusually reticent and they weren't having a conversation. It was very strange. Cliff wasn't normally like this. He was usually all over her—and joking and making her feel so good about everything. And she did feel good; but she also felt worried. She had no idea how he'd react to what she had to tell him. She opened a beer—and than another. She didn't often drink beer herself, but this was one of those occasions where it might be just what she need to do. Then she straightened her shoulders and her resolve and marched into the living room and over to where Cliff sat in his armchair, atypically lost in thought.

"Honey, I need to . . ." she blurted out.

"Susan, I've got to tell you . . ." Cliff was saying at the same time. Then he flashed a wan little smile and said, "Ladies first."

Susan handed Cliff one of the beers, cleared her throat and wetted her own whistle from the other beer and sat down on the couch. This was probably not going to be a short conversation.

"I went shopping at the mall for that scarlet lady nightie today," Susan said. But then she stopped.

"Ye-s-s-s, and . . .?" Cliff prompted her after a moment.

"Annnd," she picked up again. "I didn't find anything I wanted. I mean I found something at Victoria's Secret, but after I left the store, I decided it wasn't what I wanted at all. That I would have just felt foolish wearing that for you. So, I took it back. You've always liked the black Teddy. I think I'd like to just go with that one . . . I mean . . . if . . ."

"No problem with me," Cliff said with a laugh. "You wouldn't be in a nightie for very long, if it was up to me anyway." Then he laughed again, a little nervously this time. "Susan . . ."

"And I also accepted a dinner invitation for Friday night after next—Christmas Eve," Susan rushed on. "I know it was an impulsive thing to do. But I met this woman and her two kids—a little girl and a darling baby boy—in the Food Lion while I was getting the maple crunch cereal you like so much . . . and we just hit it off . . . and we were buying all of this food . . . and, well, she was so grateful that she asked us over for dinner to share their Christmas Eve dinner. Now I know it sounds strange . . ."

"Grateful?" Cliff asked. There was a twinkle in his eyes. He hadn't been raised by dummies. He thought he'd caught onto what was going on. And he didn't mind. He didn't mind at all. In fact, it made what he had to say a little easier.

"Yes . . . well, it's sort of complicated. You see . . ."

"Oh, no need to explain, Susan. I think I know. And this is the Susan I knew I wanted to marry. There's just one glitch, but I think we can work it out."

"A Glitch?" Susan asked. Relieved and suddenly all aglow that she hadn't misjudged the man she had chosen to marry. That they wouldn't be having a row over this.

"Yes, while I was at the office, the cleaning lady, Clarice was there—I think you remember her, don't you? And we were talking about Christmases and . . . oh, but first, I have a bit of bad news. I couldn't get cruise reservations to Bermuda. They said they were all booked for the sailing that fits with our vacations. So, we'll have to do that another time. I hope you don't mind too much." Cliff rushed on, being a little worried about how Susan would take that vacation-shattering news. But, to his surprise, Susan was giving him a broad smile touched with that "you-sexy-man" look she often gave him just before they headed for the bedroom.

"Anyway," Cliff went on. "Clarice saw that I was a little down at not getting the cruise we wanted, so, out of the blue she upped and invited us over to her place for Christmas Eve to help trim their tree with her family. She's taking her son, Maurice, to a Redskins game that afternoon, but she thought we could come over later. And it might work that we could go to your friends' place for dinner and then desert at Clarice's around their tree. You know Clarice makes a mean cake . . . What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Christmas Eve with friends and then Christmas here, just the two of us. It sounds just about perfect to me," Susan said in a hoarse voice that she cold barely control. She didn't know when she'd been happier and had felt so good. And she had no idea why she was on the edge of tears. She'd seen the credit card slips on his dresser after he'd come home. She'd wondered what he was doing shopping at that Christmas trimmings store and buying tickets to a Redskins game for while they were supposed to be on a cruise. She figured he'd explain that to her sooner or later. But now he didn't have to.

"But the second honeymoon. I'm sor—"

"Shush, Babe," Susan whispered. She leaned over and gave Cliff a big, sloppy kiss. "We don't have to wait for Christmas for a second honeymoon. And we don't have to go anywhere special for it. Here, stand up and come with me—I'll show you a second honeymoon you'll never forget—starting right now."

Second Honeymoon



"A toast," Adam held up his glass. "To a fantastic vacation!" He taped his glass with Lexy's. 

"Hear, hear," Lexy agreed as she took a big sip of her wine, savoring the dry taste as it rolled down her throat. Adam grasped her hand and smiled. He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, blue-green eyes flashing above her hand. She blushed and he lowered her hand back down. She loved looking at him, he had the face of a movie star with a straight nose, strong jaw line, an adorable dimple in his chin, full kissable lips and dark shaggy brown hair, just curling over his ears and collar. 

Adam and Lexy were eating dinner at a 5 star Caribbean resort celebrating their 5th wedding anniversary. Their surroundings were both luxurious and airy at the same time. Adam looked over at his wife. She was petite with amber hair that touched her shoulders in soft waves. Her big brown eyes smiled back at him with a hint of mischief.

After finishing her dessert, Lexy sat back, patted her stomach and groaned. "I always seem to eat too much. Every meal, I swear I won't stuff myself, but it keeps happening. The food is so good here." Closing her eyes, she imagined how she'd like to work off the extra calories she'd consumed. Tangled limb to limb with Adam. Up against the door to her room. On the bed, her on top then him on top. All soapy wet in the shower. 

"I wouldn't worry about it," Adam leaned closer. "There are lots of activities we can do at the resort," he whispered. She opened her eyes to look at him, wondering if he could read her thoughts. "Let's get out of here." He said standing up and holding his hand out. She put her hand in his and pushed her chair back. They walked hand in hand towards the theatre and found a couple of seats in the back. They settled in to watch the evening entertainment at the resort.

Adam slid his arm around the back of Lexy's chair. Her body was very aware of who was sitting next to her; it was practically tingling with anticipation. Adam still elicited the same response in her body as he did when they first met almost 7 years ago. She leaned back so she could feel his arm touching her bare shoulders. The lights went down and people came out on the stage. What actually happened on the stage, she didn't know -- trying to concentrate on it was useless. Observing Adam out of the corner of her eye, she took in his strong profile and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Sitting there she could feel him with every nerve of her body. She was starting to get incredibly turned on, blood thrumming through her system so fast that she felt like she was almost panting. Lexy wondered how long the show was going to go on or how long it was polite to stay. Closing her eyes, she tried to get her breathing under control.

"Don't fall asleep there Lexy," Adam whispered to her.

She opened her eyes and inhaled deeply. "There's no way I can fall asleep right now, believe me." Looking up at him she saw his eyes darken with desire as he took in her rapid breathing and hazy eyes.

He swallowed visibly. "Let's get out of here," he whispered. 

Adam took Lexy's hand and they walked out of the theatre into the night air. "Where to, Madam?" he asked, swinging their hands as they walked.

"I don't really care. I just wanted to get out of there."

"Me too. How about a walk along the beach?"

"Sounds perfect."

They walked in compatible silence along the pathway that led to the beach. It was a beautiful night. She savored the scent as they approached the ocean. It was such a nice crisp smell. The ocean waves were rolling gently, lapping steadily up onto the sand. Adam steered them towards an unusual tree on the beach. Lexy remembered seeing it in the daylight. It was bent over slightly and had one large branch growing sideways out of the trunk, relatively low to the ground. It stuck out like a bench, the end pointing down to the ground while leaves and smaller branches steadied it in the sand. He stopped in front of the tree and leaned back facing the water. Lexy hopped up, sitting on the branch-bench. "It's so beautiful here." She said watching the ocean ripple.

Adam turned towards her. "The view is pretty spectacular." He reached out and touched the hair behind her ear.

Angling herself to face Adam, she looked into his eyes. Need coursed through her as she dropped her gaze to his mouth. 

His mouth closed gently over hers. A jolt of electricity shot through her body as their lips touched. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. Sliding her hands up his arms, she rested one on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck. Adam wound his arms around her waist, getting as close they could while sitting next to each other.

"Fuck, this isn't working," he breathed moving to stand in front of Lexy. Shifting her legs apart so he could be closer, Adam ran his thumb over her jaw. She reached out and curled her fingers into his silky hair and pulled his lips back to hers. Heat spiraled through her body causing her to moan. Turning her head slightly allowed him to deepen the kiss. Tongues twisting together Adam ran his hands down her back and gripped her hips. Need pooled in her stomach, blood pounded through her veins. Pressing her body closer to his, she could feel the answering throb in her lower stomach. Breathing heavily, she wrapped her legs around Adam's waist. His hands slid under the hemline of her dress and along her bare skin. They traveled up her leg and caressed her bottom, finding it bare as she was wearing a thong, and pulled her even closer. Lexy could feel his pulsing erection rubbing against her. She hummed when Adam nipped his way up her jaw to her ear. Hands roaming across his shoulders and down his back, she pulled his shirt out of his pants needing to feel his bare skin. She ran her hands up his flat stomach, over his chest, then around and down his strong back. He reached up and palmed her breast through her dress. Flicking her nipple with his thumb, it hardened under his touch sending shocks of desire flowing through her. Adam watched her face as Lexy groaned. His accelerated breathing matching her own.

"You are so hot right now," he panted.

"I am so hot for you," she replied.

He crushed his mouth to hers, holding her against his body. His hand moved down to her knee and slid up the inside of her thigh. His fingers skimmed along the edge of her thong. Heat radiated off her through the material. Her breath hitched as a finger brushed her pussy more insistently. He slipped a finger under the elastic of her underwear and found her hot and wet. Gliding his finger up into her, he found her hard clit and circled it lightly, teasing her. Lexy moaned and shifted her legs to give him better access. He slid a finger inside of her, while his thumb worked her clit. He pushed a second finger in, then a third, thrusting them steadily. Lexy pressed her face into his neck and started panting. She lost all capabilities of rational thought as he increased his pace. Delicious sensations coursed through her, desire coiling tighter and tighter until it reached an unbearable level. Her orgasm took her quickly causing her to tremble. She gasped at the blinding white bliss that shot through her as she crested on a strangled cry. His strokes slowed down after her insides started to release their grip on his fingers. Coming down, she swallowed hard and sighed.

"Wow. That felt so good." She looked up at him, her eyes still glazed from her recent orgasm. His eyes were heavy with desire. Lexy was surprised to feel need building again so soon again after she came. Sliding one hand down from his neck, she trailed it down his torso over his pants, until it came to rest on his erection. Rubbing him firmly, she slowly undid his belt with her other hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked, fingers gripping her hips tighter.

"What do you think I'm doing?" She popped the button on his pants and slid down the zipper. The sound was loud compared to the quiet on the beach. She reached into his boxers and grasped his cock. She reveled the hard, hot feeling of him in her soft hand. She stroked him slowly, the best she could in the confines of his underwear, thumb circling the head, spreading his pre-cum around. Lexy skimmed a hand up around his neck and threaded her fingers through his hair. She trailed open mouthed kisses across his throat, up his neck and sucked one of his earlobes into her mouth. She smiled when she heard Adam's breathing catch. She kissed her way over to his lips. She trailed her tongue across his bottom lip before biting it lightly.

"I want to feel you in me. No, I need to feel you in me. Now," she said against his lips.

"God yes, please," he practically begged.

He tugged his underwear and pants down enough to free his cock. Adam then moved aside her thong and placed himself at her entrance. She moaned deep and low as he slowly eased himself inside until he fully entered her. Good God the man was big. She was so completely full. She flexed her hips and squeezed him with her inner muscles signaling for him to start moving. Thrusting slowly at first he increased her arousal causing the most amazing heat to ripple through her body. Crossing her ankles behind him, Lexy moved her body with his. She shuddered as the tension began to coil within her again. Leaning back slightly, she pressed her breasts against his chest wanting to feel him everywhere.

Adam panted in her ear. He groaned as he struggled to keep control of his pace. "Ah...hell, Lexy," he shuddered against her. Grasping her bottom tightly, he started thrusting long and hard into her. 

"Faster" she whispered in his ear.

"I won't last long if I go faster," he panted back.

"Neither will I."

Adam picked up his frenzied pace, jaw tight as he struggled for control. She gripped his shoulders tightly, riding on the feeling building inside her body. She could feel the tingling start at the bottom of her spine, signaling that her orgasm was close by. Her clit burned as he pounded into her. She cried out as she peaked. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body causing her to shudder and contract around him. He buried his face in her neck to stifle his yell as he finally lost control. Thrusting deep, he poured himself into her.

They clung to other until their breathing evened out. Adam breathed in deeply, inhaling her scent. She smelled like island fruits and arousal. Very intoxicating. He lifted his head off Lexy's shoulder and looked down at her. That was probably the single hottest experience he'd ever had. He'd never had sex in public before. True, there was nobody around but the fact that anyone could happen upon them at any time held a thrill in itself. If someone did walk by, it would just look like they were embracing since other than a body part of his that was still ensconced deep inside her, they were both fully dressed. Sighing, he slowly withdrew from her, stepped away and did up his pants. When he stepped back to her, she was smoothing her dress down her legs. Adam leaned down and kissed her gently, rubbing his lips against hers. The kiss seemed to have a mind of it's own, growing more insistent even though they'd just finished going at each other. He pulled away, trying to tamp down the need growing inside him again.

"You okay?" he asked.

Lexy brushed her hand through his hair. "Oh yeah. You?" she asked looking up at him.

"I'm good. More than good, actually. You want to finish our walk?"

"Sure. I hope my legs can hold me. They're feeling a little wobbly right now," she smiled, grabbing onto his arm as she slid her feet to the ground. As she stood there for a minute, Adam surveyed her body. She was still flushed with the after glow of desire. Her eyes were bright and clear, looking out over the water. His mouth went dry as he took in her classic hourglass figure. The swell of her breasts that went down to her small waist and flared out to her womanly hips and a great pair of legs that seemed to be holding steady enough at the moment. He started growing hard again. She was looking up at him when his gaze shifted back to her face.

He took her hand as they started off across the beach.

"That was definitely a first for me," she commented.

Adam chuckled. "What, you've never had sex in a tree before?"

"Or a beach or out in the open. I don't know what it was, but I just couldn't help myself." She bumped his shoulder as she walked.

"Hell, I'm not complaining!" he laughed as he bumped her back.

They slowly walked back to their room. Stopping in front of the door, Lexy turned to face Adam. He trailed his fingers down her cheek to her neck, and then rubbed his thumb across her jaw. "And here we are again," he murmured.

He lowered his head and pressed his mouth to hers firmly. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer. Desire started to grow within him as her lips moved under his. "Let's go inside before we get arrested," Lexy said turning to open their door.



Second Honeymoon



"Danny?" Chris called to her husband as she came through the front door. She practically fell over the two pieces of luggage sitting just inside the entrance. 

Danny rounded the corner from the kitchen, his arms laden with jackets. A huge grin crossed his face when he saw his wife standing there, looking confused and a little bit miffed. 

"What did you do?" she asked, planting her hands on her hips for emphasis. 

"What do you mean?" Danny asked, knowing full well what she was talking about. 

"Connors called me into his office at three this afternoon, and told me to have a nice weekend and he would see me on Tuesday. I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. Do you want to come clean?" Chris demanded. 

With no option of drawing out his surprise out any longer, Danny knew it was time to confess. He dropped the jackets and plunked his arms around Chris' shoulders and did his best to charm her. 

"Look, we've been married coming up on ten years. You and I work more than forty hours a week, and probably each spend another twenty hours running the kids to practices, dance, games, and friends' houses. I thought it might be nice to surprise you with a long weekend away – just the two of us." 

Danny watched her face for a positive reaction. Right now all he saw were her eyes looking at him suspiciously, and her mouth opening like she wanted to speak, but chose to wait. 

"School just got out for the summer, I got your mom to take the kids, I cleared the time off with Connors and I've already got us packed. Happy Second Honeymoon!" he said, sounding quite proud. 

The logical Chris spoke first, "Danny, we can't afford this. Besides, it's the end of June and the weather isn't supposed to be that great. Where can we go for just a weekend? Surely, not somewhere warm." 

"Hun, I'm not that cheap but I am smart. My mom still has her cabin on Grover's Pond, and she never goes up before the 4th of July. She called the guy who opens and closes it for her, and asked him to flush out the pipes and turn the electricity on. She also asked him to find someone to clean the place. I haven't been up there since dad died when I was in college, but Chris, it's like a piece of heaven there." 

"Camping – like with sleeping bags and cooking on an open fire?" she asked, not looking all that happy. 

"Nooooo – it has a full kitchen, a living room with a fireplace, shower, and a big front porch. It's a short walk to the pond. Trust me – you'll really like it. Please honey? Trust me," Danny begged. 

"You planned this whole thing?" she moved closer to him and put her arms around his neck. "All by yourself? You are the sweetest guy (kiss), the greatest father (kiss), and the best husband in the whole world." 

With her final words, she leaned the full length of her body against his, and kissed him with her entire being. She really did love this man. 

Chris did a quick check of what Danny had packed, noting there was no sleeping attire. She smiled and felt herself getting excited. It had been way too long. She joined him in the garage as he loaded a case of bottled water and the cooler into the back of the SUV. 

Traffic was hell leaving the city that Friday night. Chris had wanted to wait until morning, but Danny was anxious to start their trip. It was evident that the trip was going to take longer than the three hours it should have taken, so when they turned down the dirt road, it was already ten-thirty. The sky suddenly lit up and a deep rumble echoed around them. As Danny brought the car to a halt, the heavens opened their faucets and let the rain pour down. 

Danny and Chris ran to the porch, visible only because of the lights from the car. 

"I'm surprised there aren't any lights on," Danny yelled over the sound of the storm. 

"Hurry up, Danny. I'm cold and I'm soaked to the skin. There had better be hot water for a shower," Chris said shivering. 

Danny tried flicking the light switch, but nothing happened. He made his way to the kitchen to try the lights there, but still nothing. The only light was the faint glow coming from the car lights. 

"Shit! Okay, look – I'll bring the stuff up out of the car, and the emergency flashlight. I know we'll find candles, and then we'll figure something out. Could be the storm took out the electricity," he said, giving Chris a quick kiss. "Trust me baby, we're still going to have a great night." 

Chris had her doubts as she watched her husband slide through the mud to the car. There wasn't enough light for her to get her bearings, so she stuck near the door and waited to help with their supplies. 

Danny was drenched when he finished bringing everything up to the porch. His lips were already blue and he was shivering. "I swear the temperature feels like it dropped fifteen degrees." 

"Get out of those clothes and into dry ones. I'll take the flashlight and see if I can find candles and matches." 

Danny normally would have made a remark about getting naked, but he was too damn cold to think about anything other than wanting to be warm and dry. When he came out of the bathroom, Chris had been able to find about a half dozen candles and had them lit around the room. 

"I can start a fire," Danny told her, as he turned towards the stone fireplace. 

"Oh no, Danny, it's so late and I won't get any sleep if I know there is a fire going. Let's just put away what we can and go to bed. We'll be able to check out more things in the daylight." 

There was no sense in putting food in the refrigerator, because it wasn't running. Danny pushed the latched metal cooler out onto the porch. When he came in, he found Chris putting sheets on the bed. 

She didn't look too happy as she said, "I don't know who cleaned this place, but I would have thought the bed would be made. I'm just going to wash up with some cold water and throw on some sweaters." 

Danny stopped her, "Um, sweetie, there's no water. It runs on an electric pump. No electricity, no running water. You can't flush either." 

Chris was too tired to get upset. She grabbed a bottle of water and a candle, and went into the bathroom to make do with what she had available. Danny was waiting for her in the bedroom doorway. His wife was dressed in panties, big socks, two sweatshirts and one of his sweaters. He thought she was beautiful. He pulled her close and tenderly kissed her shivering lips. 

"I do know a way to warm up," he whispered. "Do you still trust me?"

Chris giggled and pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth. They inched their way towards the bed, the whole time kissing and caressing each other. They got into bed and moved to the center, trying to get as close as possible. Their kisses continued, their hands began to explore, and their breathing turned to panting as limbs intertwined. 

It would have been so perfect, if the cracking sound of splitting wood hadn't filled the quiet of the night. As the lovers clung to each other, the bed trembled and the left side of it collapsed. 

Instead of cries of anger, laughter filled the bedroom. Chris and Danny pulled the mattress and box spring onto the floor and pushed the broken bed frame out of the way. They moved towards each other, once more, and fell soundly asleep. 

There was no bright of day, the next morning. The rain continued, but at least they were dry. Breakfast consisted of peanut butter on bread and bottled water. 

"Look, I'm going to get dressed and see if I can figure out if the problem is at the main power box," Danny told Chris. "Do you want me to get the fire going in the fireplace first?" 

"I'm not helpless, Danny; I'll take care of it. I just hope we get power soon. I need hot water and coffee, before I start going through withdrawal." 

While Danny dressed, Chris set the fire. She used old newspaper and kindling, building a teepee with the logs she found sitting on the hearth. She thought she heard scratching at the window and expected to see hail, but it was only rain. 

When she put the match to the paper, it caught immediately. What didn't catch was the wood. It wasn't quite cured and the room began to fill with smoke. Danny was just coming out from getting dressed and rushed to open the front door. The smoke in the room quickly began to clear as the cold air swept through. Danny promised he'd be right back, and headed off to figure out why they had no electricity. 

Chris turned her attention to the fireplace once more and was greeted by two beady black eyes staring at her. Almost before she registered what she saw, the eyes were gone. 

No, she thought, I must have been imagining things. Chris adjusted the flu and when she did, a small furry pile dropped out onto the hearth. 

"HELP!" she screamed, as the balls of fur came alive and began running around the room. "Danny, help!" 

Danny had just made his way through the mud, to the back of the cabin, when Chris' screams pierced the silence of the woods. He ran, clumsily, trying to keep his balance and as he got to the porch a lightning fast ball of fluff ran up one side of him and down the other, before taking off and climbing the nearest tree. 

He found Chris inside, wrapped in a blanket, shaking with fright. 

"I hate this, Danny! I hate this! Fucking squirrels living in the fucking chimney! God damn it, I want to go home!" Chris cried into his chest as he held her. 

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. But trust me, it's only going to get better," he said as he lifted her chin so she would look at him. "I love you, Chris, its okay now, so please baby, and calm down." 

He looked around the cabin and confirmed that there were no more friends staying with them, and pulled the green wood aside, to stop any more smoke. The smoke had pretty much cleared the room, so he turned to Chris once more. 

"Look, I found the electric box, so I'm going to see if the main breaker is on. You sit here and stay wrapped in the blanket. I'll be back in two shakes." 

Chris sat in the corner of the room, wrapped in the blanket, fuming with anger. This was not the way her second honeymoon should be going. She hated it here, but she also stopped to think of everything Danny had done for her. He tried so hard to make this a perfect weekend. She swallowed her pride and slapped on a new coat of determination. Nothing was going to spoil this for them. 

Suddenly, she heard Danny screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs. She ran to the window and saw him running around, flailing his arms and smacking his own head. When he slipped and face-planted in the mud, the cursing finally stopped. He rolled around for a moment, and then got shakily to his feet. 

Chris ran outside. She almost fell too, as she ran through the slippery mud. 

"Danny! What happened?" she cried. 

"Go back inside before they get you, too!" 

Through the slime coating Danny's face, hands and clothes, Chris could see angry bumps already appearing on her husband's skin. 

"Are there any still on me?" Danny yelled. "There's a nest under the power box. Bees, or wasps, or some damn thing. They came after me. The little bastards ganged up on me!" 

Chris looked toward the electrical box on the side of the cabin, and could see a cloud of angry insects swarming around it. 

"Oh my God, baby, are you OK?" she asked. 

"We need to get inside before they come after me again!" Danny yelled. "Come on!" 

Together, they slipped and skidded around the side of the cabin and on to the porch. Danny continued to slap himself and yell as a few stragglers stung him. Chris received a couple stings, herself. 

"Wait!" she cried, as Danny reached for the door. "You can't come inside like this." 

"Why not?" Danny moaned. 

"We have to make sure all the bees are off you. There could still be some in your clothes. Plus, you're a muddy mess," she said. "You're going to have to take your clothes off our here." 

"Out here? I can't just strip naked outside." 

"Well, it's not like anyone's going to see you. There doesn't seem to be another living soul around this God-forsaken hell-hole you brought me to." 

"Oh honey, trust me, things will bet better. I just need to get cleaned up and to put something on these stings." 

"Did you get the power turned on?" Chris asked. 

"No, the bees came at me before I could open the box." 

"Well, then, there's no water to clean you up with." 

"Oh." For the first time, Danny's infuriating optimism seemed to waver. "So what am I going to do?" 

"Take your clothes off. I'll get some bottled water to wash you off with." 

"But it's cold out here." 

"It's not exactly hot inside, either. Now strip. I'll be right back," Chris said, taking off her own muddy shoes and going inside. 

Working together, the couple managed to clean the worst of the mud from Danny's hair, face and body. As his skin was exposed, they began to appreciate the number of stings Danny had received. His hands, face, and scalp were covered with angry welts; there were a number of stings on his forearms, and a few on areas that had been covered by his clothes. 

"Baby, you've never been allergic to bee stings, have you?" Chris asked, sounding worried. 

"No, but I have so many stings on my hands that they're starting to swell. And my hands and head feel like they're on fire. Plus I'm freezing," he whined. 

"OK, I'll be right back with some towels and dry clothes. You finish washing," Chris said. 

"Do we have anything for bee stings?" 

"How would I know? You packed our stuff." 

"Oh, right. Then no, we don't have anything." 

"Wait, I have my hay fever pills in my purse," she said. 

"Your antihistamine? I can't take that stuff. It knocks me out." 

"Yes, but it will help you fight the reaction to the stings. Do you have a better idea?" 

"No," Danny mumbled. 

Chris went inside to look for her pills and some clothes for her husband. "Some second honeymoon," she grumbled as she climbed over the wreckage of the bed in their room to get to Danny's suitcase. 

Outside, Danny stood, shivering and miserable. "Come on, hurry up!" he called. "I'm freezing out here." 

"Maybe ya oughta put some clothes on, ya damn fool! Who the hell are ya?" 

A voice said from out in the yard. 

Danny spun around, nearly falling again on the muddy, wet porch. "Who the hell are you?" 

"I asked ya first, and ya better have a damn good answer," the man said. "And for God's sake, have some decency and cover yerself." 

"This is my place," Danny said. 

"The hell it is! This is the widow Jenkins' cabin," the man snarled. "Now ya best tell me what the hell ya think yer doin'!" 

"Waiting for my wife to bring me a towel and some clothes. And some pills," Danny answered, shaking with cold. 

"I shoulda knowed it! You're one of them damn druggies, ain't ya? I have half a mind to run home and get my gun. Some buckshot oughta warm ya up, ya damn pervert!" the man said, spitting a long line of tobacco juice on the ground. 

At that point, Chris appeared in the doorway. 

"Go back inside, Missus, this ain't nuthin' for no decent woman to see. Some weirdo out here was tryin' to break into.... Hold on a minute! What the hell are ya doin' inside the widow Jenkins' cabin?" 

Chris came outside. "This is my husband. Who are you?" 

"Yer husband? So yer another damn druggie, are ya? Ya got some kinda nerve, Missus, helpin' this here pervert break into the old widow's place!" 

"I'm Danny Jenkins. This is my mother's place." 

"Yer little Danny Jenkins?" 

"Yes," Danny replied, shivering. 

"Then ya ain't breakin' in?" Another stream of tobacco juice hit the ground. 

"NO!" Danny and Chris yelled in unison. 

"Then why are ya out here nekkid?" 

"It's a long story," Chris said, completely exasperated. "But you still didn't answer my question. Who are you?" 

"I'm Chester Hooper. I take care of this place for the widow Jenkins." 

"So, if you're supposed to take care of this place, why is there no electricity? Why is there no running water? Why hasn't it been cleaned? Why is there a bee's nest in the electrical box? And why were squirrels living in the fucking chimney? You should have taken care of that!" Chris was starting to sound a little hysterical. 

"Calm yerself, Missus. That's why I'm here. You wasn't supposed to be here until late tonight. That's what the widow Jenkins told me." 

"Yeah, well my husband just couldn't wait to get here to this little piece of heaven, so we drove up last night," Chris said. 

Hooper spat on the ground again. "If you woulda got here when you was supposed to, I woulda been done with all that. Don't take no time just to turn on the electric and clean out a chimney, and we was comin' over this afternoon to clean." 

"You can't turn on the power," Danny said. "There's a nest of bees or wasps or hornets under it." 

"Shit! Oh, sorry, pardon my French, Missus. I reckon I'll run home and fetch a can of that there spray ya use to shoot 'em out of the air. I can stand twenty feet away and soak the nest good with that stuff. I'll come in and clean the chimney while I wait for 'em to finish dyin', and then ya'll have electric and water just as nice as you please. All the comforts of home." 

"Please hurry," Chris said. 

Danny and Chris went inside and Hooper started walking back to his house for the insect spray. 

By the time Hooper came back in his rust-bucket pick-up truck, the rain had stopped, and the sun had started to shine. Danny was dressed in dry clothes and bundled up in a couple of blankets, trying to get warm, since the cabin was still cold and damp inside. Chris was trying to remove some of the stingers the bees had left in Danny's hands, scalp, and face. The couple could hear Hooper outside. 

"Yeah, take that, ya little rascals! Hoo-wee! Yeah, die, ya bastards! Ha! Ha! Ya don't scare me! I brung plenty of ammunition to this here little war!" he hollered from the back of the cabin. 

"What the hell is he doing?" Danny asked. 

"I guess he's spraying that nest," Chris said, getting up to look out a window. "Oh my God, he's out there dancing around, yelling, with an aerosol can in each hand, spraying stuff at the bees that are coming at him." 

"Yeeeee-haw! Almost got me that time, ya cowardly little prick! But America always wins!" Hooper shouted. 

"He sounds deranged." Danny muttered from inside his cocoon of blankets. 

"He looks ridiculous," Chris giggled. "You should see the look on his face. He's having fun. He looks like John Wayne out there, doing his Rooster Cogburn thing, shooting from the hip!" 

"Well, I just hope he kills them all and gets the power turned on. I can't get warm, and I really need a hot shower to get the rest of this mud off me." 

"Oh honey, I know. I guess it will take a while for the water to heat up, but when it does, you can have the first shower," Chris said, returning to the sofa. 

"Thanks, baby." 

"Or we could shower together," Chris said, a gleam in her eyes. 

"Maybe tonight," Danny said. "Right now, I'm too miserable to even think about that, even with you, sweetheart. And I'm really sleepy." 

"That's the allergy medicine. We knew it would make you groggy, remember?" 

"Yeah, but I thought it would take away some of this itching and burning, too." 

Hooper knocked on the door. "Anyone in there?" he yelled. 

Chris opened the door. 

"'Scuse me, Missus," Hooper said, pushing past her with an armload of firewood and leaving a trail of muddy footprints on the floor. "I brung some dry wood and kindling for ya, since all of yours is wet outside. I'll clean out that chimney and get a good fire going while ya wait for the electric heat to catch up." 

He dumped the wood on the floor near the hearth and went back outside. 

"Look at the mess he's making!" Chris exclaimed. 

"Who cares?" Danny said sleepily. "At least maybe we'll get warm." 




Second Honeymoon



It was a fantastic honeymoon. A single week in a one room croft on a Scottish island in the middle of October would not seem to have a lot going for it but it was pure magic. Sarah and I must have spent the whole seven days with our anatomies conjoined in one way or another. We were particularly fortunate with the weather for that time of year and did occasionally venture out but even in the wild outdoors our carnal urge was not quiescent and consequently we fucked in the heather more than once.

For the next three years until the first of our kids turned up we certainly kept passion alive but without ever quite matching the wild hedonistic abandon of that first perfect week. Unfortunately since then our sex lives have imperceptibly but continuously declined.

On leaving college I secured a position with a small family firm. Sarah was the typist cum office girl who was instructed to help me settle in. She undertook this task very happily and I thought she was lovely. A purist would undoubtedly point out flaws in both her face and figure but to me she seemed perfect. A mere fortnight after meeting I asked her out and was overjoyed when she accepted. 

While in college I had enjoyed two relationships, lasting a year and nine months respectively, but without ever envisioning an enduring connection with either girl. Sarah was different, call it 'love at first sight' or not but after one kiss I knew with absolute certainty that she was the woman that I wanted to spend my life with. We were married six months later.

Married life suited her and she began filling out with the transformation from girl to woman. At 5' 7" Sarah was three inches shorter than me but whenever she wore her really high heels she was the taller. Maybe she wasn't super model material but I'm sure that she has always got more than her share of lustful glances from other men 

Then our offspring arrived, first Sophie followed by Duncan three years later. They are now aged seven and four and we both love them dearly but let me state categorically that young children are not conducive to an adventurous sex life. I've lost count of the occasions when, just as I was getting really amorous, there was the patter of tiny feel and a distressed small child slipped into bed with us. 

There was also the tiredness to contend with. I was putting in the hours and effort to advance my career while my wife looked after the house and children and latterly did a part time job. We somehow got out of sync, whenever Sarah felt frisky I was exhausted and conversely, my randy moments always seemed to coincide with her libido lulls. I not saying that we didn't still have our occasions; especially when one or other grandparent took the kids overnight. Then we did the whole thing, sexy lingerie, toys, role play and even porn. Yes, those times did recapture the passion we had known but they were like oasis in the desert, growing ever sparser as time went by. Apart from that it was a Wednesday Saturday routine when it was more a matter of 'let's do it and get it over with before we get interrupted'. 

With out ten year anniversary coming up I was desperate to use the occasion to put the spark back in the marriage but could not think of anything that I hadn't already tried. Then, while doing some work connected internet research on Scotland, I found myself gazing at a picture of our honeymoon cottage. 

A quick check showed that it was free for the relevant week, which fortuitously was also the school holiday for the autumn half term. Sarah was ecstatic at the idea and both sets of grandparents were eager to share looking after the kids while we were away.

With everything arranged we still had just over a month to wait and we were both filled with eager anticipation. In fact, had the holiday fallen through we would still have derived substantial benefit from just the idea because our sex returned to near old levels, as if we felt a mutual need to get back in practice for a week hopefully crammed with continuous copulation. Actually, we rather over did it and this prompted Sarah to suggest that we try a bit of celibacy for the week before departure, to ensure that the new honeymoon was still something special. It certainly worked because on the train up north I was straining at the bit and there were many clues that my wonderful sexy wife felt exactly the same.

Arriving at the small mainland port we had just missed one sailing so with almost two hours to kill until the next, we parked our luggage at the ferry terminal and wandered round the small town. We quite enjoyed exploring the shops but then it began to rain and as a fierce wind was getting up I suggested that we collect our bags and spend the last hour getting some refreshments in the cafeteria near the ferry. Happily we collected trays and started making our way along the display of foodstuffs for sale and that is where everything went wrong.

"Gordon! Gordon Bradley, I thought it was you. Good to see you again Brad." a male voice said loudly and I turned to see a tall figure striding purposefully across the cafeteria floor towards me. My heart sank because this was the last person in the world that I ever wanted to see again.

His name was Alan Proctor and a decade before, throughout a three year college course he had been a disruptive element in every student's life. He was tall and good looking, very intelligent with an athletic physique and reputedly exceptionally well hung. When gifts and talents were being dished out by fate, Alan must have been right at the front of the queue and he used all of those attributes to further his role of sexual predator. When it came to seducing he was a phenomena and he seemed driven by a need to add more and more notches to his belt.

The college was coeducational with an even mix of male and female. Now with most young people, away from home for the first time sexual relationships should be in a state of flux, pick and mix with plenty of one night stands but for some reason it wasn't like that at all. Almost from the start everybody split up into fairly stable pairs. I'm not saying that there was no changing of partners over that three year period but most relationships lasted a minimum of several months. The exception was Alan. No relationship was sacred to him, he just moved in whenever he saw a chance and his success was phenomenal. I know of at least twelve separate occasions when he fucked another guy's girl. In some cases the relationship survived his intervention, most did not. I was included in that number but in my case I didn't mind too much because I had started thinking that my relationship had no future and I was rather pleased when he effectively let me off the hook. However, it didn't do my pride a lot of good.

Alan was big enough to beat any one in a straight fight so he had no real fear of revenge by jilted boyfriends but I wondered why several aggrieved males never ganged together to take him down. An unproved reputation for being a Karate black belt is the probable explanation. Possibly the most impressive thing about Alan is the speed at which he worked, he had no sooner seemed to appear on a scene when bingo, it was a done deal. He also had a wide range of targets such, as when he used some form of global warming to conquer the legendary ice queen, and I know that he seduced and fucked two girls who had persuaded regular boy friends to help preserve their virginity until marriage. Life in college was not unlike swimming off a nice beach on a beautiful warm day but knowing that there was a shark in the water.

Now seeing him again near the check out, I balanced my tray on one arm and reached out to take his outstretched hand, saying coolly, "Hello Alan, what are you doing here?"

"Same as you I reckon," he said avoiding the question but then seeing that this distraction was halting the queue, he muttered, "I'll catch up with you in a minute."

I paid for both me and my wife and carrying our respective trays, we carried them to an empty table. The moment we were seated, with an element of wonder in here voice, Sarah asked, "Who was that, he's very good looking, like a film star or TV presenter."

"He's a nasty, devious, underhand shit, "I told her. "I knew him at college and he made a career out of pinching other bloke's girls. He'll be coming to our table when he gets served so it will be best if we both give him the cold shoulder and perhaps he will leave us alone."

"Well he certainly looked pleased to see you," my wife argued, "I thought he looked rather nice. Don't you think it will be bad manners if we're not polite, especially when you haven't seen each other for so long?"

"You don't know what he's like," I protested. "Back then he could get any woman he wanted, almost like magic and he'd got no conscience at all about who he went after. He was a menace."

"I can certainly see why a lot of girls would be attracted to him. He's exactly what women's magazines describe as the ideal man." Sarah said thoughtfully.

"And I've heard that he has a huge cock," I added unnecessarily. 

My wife smiled. "Well then, if he'd got so much going for him why not make use of it. If all that happened ten years ago, I don't blame him for sowing his wild oats, most boys do at that age or at least try to. He is probably happily settled down now with a houseful of kids. The least we can do is be pleasant, at least until it's time to catch our ferry. I think you're just a bit jealous of him. What did he do, pinch one of your girl friends?"

I just grunted, not wanting to admit that he had. At that moment I saw Alan heading towards us and just had time to whisper, "All right, we'll pretend to be friendly, just be wary of him."

Alan arrived at the table and then stopped, gazing at Sarah in awe. "Who is this absolutely gorgeous creature, don't say she's with you?"

"This is my wife Sarah," I said reluctantly, "Sarah this is Alan."

My wife held her hand out to him, her face glowing with pride at the complement. He put his tray on the table and they shook hands quite formally but my watchful eye saw both the way that his fingers curled round her small hand and that he caused the handshake to linger just that bit longer than necessary. Sitting down and turning to my wife, he continued the flattery by saying, "Gordon always did have excellent in females but he really has excelled himself with you. I only wish that I could be half as lucky." 

"So you're not married then?"

"Sadly no."

Sarah looked puzzled. "I wouldn't have thought you would have much trouble attracting women," she said, joining in the flattery game.

"I can attract them alright, it's keeping them that's the problem," Alan said ruefully. "Unfortunately, for some reason females don't seem to regard me as what I think is called a 'keeper', perhaps because after just a few dates they realise how shallow I am."

Sarah was about to say something else but I broke in quite rudely to ask, "You didn't say what you are doing here?"

"I'm meeting someone across on the island so I'm waiting for the ferry," he said vaguely, "What about you?"

"We're going to the island too," Sarah answered for me. "We've rented a croft for a week. It's a second honeymoon to celebrate our anniversary and it's the very same cottage we were in the first time," she told him excitedly and divulging far more information than I was happy with.

"I'm pleased for you. It sounds like you are going to have a lot of fun," he said with a cheeky grin, placing a lot of emphasis on the word 'fun' and causing Sarah to blush quite prettily.

The conversation continued, with me mainly filling the role of spare part, during which my wife proudly told about our two children and Alan revealed that he had had a bit of luck on the lottery.

"I've got no real money worries now, so no need for a specific occupation," he added, "I pass my time doing this and that, in fact anything that sparks my interest."

It was amazing the way that he managed to say so little about himself and yet very subtly managed to pump Sarah for a lot of data that was nothing to do with him, such as the state of our marriage and whether we planned on any more children. She saw nothing wrong and responded you his interest by telling him everything he wanted to know. After a while he asked if we would like another coffee and getting two affirmative replies, he returned to the self service line.

The moment he was out of earshot I said angrily, "What the hell has got into you, I would swear that you're coming on to him? I know that you haven't looked at me once since he sat down."

Sarah answered with equal irritation, "I certainly am not coming on to him. I'm just being pleasant as we agreed. If you're not happy with me talking to him then you say something. You've hardly spoken a word up until now and I'm fed up with having to carry the conversation, I'm running out of things to talk about."

"I'm sorry," I said, realising that I was being a bit unreasonable.

Sarah smiled her forgiveness and said, "I think you are wrong because he could easily have changed since you knew him. I think he's nice and I actually feel a bit sorry for him. I know how happy we are and I don't think he is. I know he seems rather full of himself but his eyes aren't happy."

When Alan returned, despite his efforts to re-involve my wife in the conversation, I kept his attention focussed on me by talking about college days. While deliberately avoiding any mention of his many conquests, I concentrated the different tutors and various incidents that occurred during the three years.

Suddenly most of the other customers stood, almost in unison, and started moving towards the door. 

Sarah took this as a sign that the ferry was boarding and started to rise to join them but Alan was not in any hurry. "If you want to queue go and queue but I've been here several times and there's never any problem getting aboard," he said confidently, "Personally, I don't intend standing outside in this weather a moment longer than I have to." 

Quarter of an hour later we did venture outside to find only a few queuing at the gangplank. We made our way down there followed by a handful of stragglers who I think had taken their cue from us. We were walking straight into the wind but Alan stepped in front and his breadth shielded both Sarah and I from the worst of the weather. I was rather puzzled by the fact that an official looking individual was standing on the quayside very obviously counting the passengers as they moved in single file up the walk way onto the ferry.

The storm had intensified while we were in the cafeteria and I was concerned by the power of the wind. For a moment I considered staying on the mainland and finding overnight accommodation in the hope that the sea would be calmer on the morrow but just then Alan reached the head of the queue. Instead of moving forward he stepped aside in gentlemanly fashion, ushering Sarah to board first. I moved forward carrying the hold all, rather assuming that he would also give me precedence but Alan quickly stepped forward almost roughly to keep me behind him. 

It seemed of little importance but as I moved forward to follow, the individual who had been counting held up his hand to stop me. "Sorry Pal," he said, "The boats full."

"But my wife is already on board," I protested, "Surely it won't harm to let one more on board.

"Fraid it will," he said. "Due to the weather we've had to cut capacity by twenty five percent and it's more than my job's worth to exceed the limit. You'll just have to wait a couple of hours for the next sailing."

During this exchange I saw Alan bustling my wife ahead of him away along the deck but at this point she looked back and, seeing the situation, tried to run back. Initially the big man managed to block her way but she managed to dodge round him. Unfortunately, she was too late because by the time she reached the gang plank it was almost fully retracted. I saw her pleading with the guy operating it but to no avail. I shouted that I would be on the next trip but in that weather I'm not sure if she heard me.

By this time the engine had started and Alan walked back to stand behind Sarah, waving confidently to me as the vessel moved slowly away from the dock. His whole posture betrayed his intention and for a moment I felt completely helpless but then I took the obvious action. I needed to tell my wife not to go anywhere with the seducer when they reached the island and instead to enter the hotel and stay in the bar until I arrived. Pulling out my mobile I typed in her number, with my over hasty fingers needing three attempts to succeed. My reward was to hear the sound of her phone impotently ringing from the holdall at my feet. 

I stood on the quayside watching until the ferry had disappeared into the storm then made my way despondently back to the cafeteria. Knowing I had two hours to fill and a need to sustain energy, I selected several items from the food on display. I was concerned that Sarah was with Alan and not with me but for the moment I was more concerned about her physical safety because the magnitude of the storm had definitely increased since I left the shelter of this building. I calculated the probable arrival time on the island and resolved to return to the departure point to check on its safe arrival.

In the meantime I had the problem of a demon seducer who had somehow managed events so that he was alone with my wife. But had he arranged it or was it just a stroke of luck that had aided his nefarious plan? I could not see how he could have stage managed what had happened but I could believe that fortune had smiled on him. Long ago I decided that Lady Luck doesn't like losers, if you don't need luck then you get it in spades but if you need a little help from fate then you are a long time waiting. If a man has a sound plan to make a million then he will probably make five when everything favourable falls into place but if you need a thousand to pay the rent, taking what you still have down to the casino never solves your problem.

Knowing that Sarah was not a fool, I managed to keep myself calm by arguing that realistically there was not that much which Alan could do before I arrived to rescue her. When the time came, I fought against the now howling gale to reach the small quayside office and was told the good news that the ferry had just docked safely on the island. Unfortunately my euphoric relief was short lived because the Ferry master's next act next act was to pick up a notice which he went to pin up outside. The notice read, 'Due to inclement weather this service is suspended until further notice'. That's when my panic really set in.





Sarah takes over the story.

When Alan sat down at our table in the cafeteria I was very impressed. He had that combination of wavy jet black hair and intense very light blue eyes that always were my particular weakness in men. Just those two things would have been enough at one time to set my heart pounding but this guy had also the full set of other attributes that all women like. And if Gordon was to believe he had a large cock as well. It was very easy to believe that ten years ago he had been devastatingly successful at turning young girl's heads. 

When I was young and relatively fancy free I would certainly have been in that number but now I was a very happily married woman. I had a doting husband and two wonderful kids and I cherished the stability of our lives so why should I think of risking it, even in a passing fantasy. I had a perfect marriage with the only flaw that sex had become rather mundane compared with our early years, but that was what we were here to cure. It was easy to see that Alan was a practised charmer but his superlatives didn't really cut much ice with me, even though I might have given a different impression.




Second Honeymoon



I admit that I did flirt with Alan but for my own devious reason - after the build up that he had given Alan, I thought that a bit of sexual tension might provide the initial spark when Gordon and I were finally alone in our cottage. 

Apart from concern at the weather I was happy at the way things were going until I got on board the ferry. Alan seemed to be rushing me along and I looked back to see if Gordon was keeping up with the holdall, only to see him still on the quay and obviously protesting about something. I immediately tried to go back to see what was happening but it seemed that Alan deliberately got in my way. By the time I got back to the gang plank it was almost fully retracted and, despite my pleas, the man refused to put it back and let me off.

When the boat started moving off I stayed where I was watching the forlorn figure of my husband receding into the distance but all the time trying to send a message with my eyes telling him to try to stay calm. When I eventually got inside, I angrily asked Alan why he had blocked my way to prevent me disembarking. He looked at me guilelessly with a hurt expression saying, "Please don't think I'm capable of doing something like that. I was concentrating on getting you out of the wind as quickly as possible and when you suddenly darted back it took me by surprise. Being tall has a lot of advantages but I can be bloody clumsy at times. If I'd realised what had happened as quickly as you, I would have physically pushed the gang plank back to let you get off."

What he said fitted the facts and looking at his sincere face I found it hard to disbelieve him. "I'm sorry, I'm a bit upset," I apologised. 

"There's no need to be sorry, its perfectly understandable, "Alan told me indulgently, "And to set your mind further at rest, don't worry about me because I promise to be the perfect gentleman until Brad gets here."

True to his word Alan helped me ashore but when I turned towards the hotel intending to wait in the bar, he gently resisted saying, "I think you should go straight to the cottage and get it sorted out now. If we wait elsewhere, in another two hours it will be bloody cold and you won't want to be lighting fires and preparing food then. Don't you think it will be far better to have it all nice and cosy for when Brad eventually turns up? I'll only stay with you until you're nicely settled in and then I'll head off to get myself sorted for the night." 

It was hard to argue against that logic, so I agreed with a feeling of gratitude. As I had been assured the cottage was unlocked, it seemed that the incidence of crime was so low there was little need of security. Alan took charge in a masterful way, first lighting the oil lamps and then sorting out the peat blocks for the fire. I stood watching and shivering until noticing this, Alan stood up and pulled a bottle from his pack, then finding a tot glass he poured me a measure saying, "Get this down you, It's just what you need." 

I took the glass of white liquor, but suddenly my husband's words of warning came rushing back and I froze. Alan looked puzzled but then with a grin, he took back the glass, swallowed it in one gulp and then refilled the glass before handing it back to me. He was correct; the spirit both warmed and relaxed me. Soon the kindling was crackling under the peat and then he turned his attention to the pantry, sorting out ingredients and starting to prepare some sort of meal. I'm ashamed to say that I just flopped. I did nothing except sit near the fire to feel some heat and watch him work.

Alan kept up a stream of entertaining banter which made me laugh a lot. He was very efficient in what he was doing except that he did pause occasionally to do something flamboyant, such as casually juggling three eggs. All this successfully distracted me from worrying about my poor husband stuck on the mainland, which I think was the intention. Suddenly Alan ordered, "Come here and give me a hand. When I volunteered for this I wasn't counting on having a sleeping partner," the grin on his face showing that he was fully aware of the innuendo. I smiled back but was not witty enough to come back with a suitable riposte.

Having shaken off my lethargy we worked together for ten minutes or so, mainly in silence, until I dropped a spoon and we both crouched at the same time to retrieve it. I'm not saying we actually bumped heads but we finished up in a frozen position with our faces only inches apart. The shock I felt was very like an actual blow. I was aware of his slightly parted very full lips but it was those eyes that dominated my consciousness. Intensely blue they seemed to penetrate to the depths of my mind and I knew how ridiculously easy it would be to fall under this man's spell. 

Shaken I stood and moved away, feeling my fingers trembling as I forced them to busy themselves on some task. I was terrified that he was going to follow me but perhaps Alan had also been affected because he kept his distance. When I regained my composure I walked back to where I had been sitting and said politely, "Thank you Alan for all you've done. You've been a big help and I'm very grateful but I think it's time you left to sort out your own arrangements for the night." 

Glancing at his watch, Alan said, "Brad er Gordon will only be another hour and I was thinking of hanging on until he gets here. I wont be seeing him again for a long time had been hoping to catch up on old times during the trip here but now I'll wander down to meet the ferry and walk back with him here but I won't come in." 

It would have been churlish to refuse. I accepted another tot of booze but insisted that I would be the one to make a mug of tea. We sat drinking the warm beverage for several minutes but now the conversation was desultory and gradually petered out. Suddenly Alan announced, "I'm going to ring the ferry office to see if it's likely to arrive early."

That was easier said than done because he had to wander round the room holding up his phone to catch a signal, and occasionally banging the mobile against his thigh. Eventually he succeeded and after a small exchange of words he came to me with a serious look on his face to say, "I'm afraid Gordon isn't going to make it tonight. It seems they cancelled the service soon after we left."

Waves of panic swept over me. "Thank you for telling me," I said, "Can you leave now please." 

The expression on Alan's face didn't change much except that now he looked uncomfortable rather than concerned. "It's not that straightforward," he said unhappily. "I've got nowhere to go because the hotel is always booked up months in advance. You see, I was meant to spend the night here."

"I don't understand," I told him, completely mystified by his words.

Looking very embarrassed Alan said, "I was told that you're here to get some oomph back into your sex lives so Brad asked me to be here to provide that oomph."

"I don't believe you," I told him bluntly, that wasn't at all what the man I loved was likely to do. As far as I was concerned it was completely out of character."

"Am I wrong in saying that your sex has never been as good as it was the last time you were in this cottage," Alan said urgently. "Can you deny that you and Brad have talked about you having sex with another man or that sometimes he has pretended to be someone else?"

That was all true and I couldn't think how he could have known that if Gordon hadn't told him but then I remembered something important. "In the cafeteria Gordon very specifically told me all about your past and warned me to stay away from you. Why the hell would he do that if he wanted you to seduce me?" I said triumphantly.

Alan was completely un-phased. Smiling confidently he said, "Reverse psychology. If Brad had told you I was fantastic and hinted that you'd really enjoy having sex with me, it would have turned you off, probably made you angry. Instead he deliberately made me sound dangerous in the hope that would intrigue you."

Suddenly I was unsure. My husbands words after Alan had appeared could equally fit either interpretation. And why had he felt a need to mention the man's huge penis? "Alright, you can stop here for the night," I conceded, "but that doesn't mean I'm going to do what my husband wanted. You can have some blankets and sleep on the couch. I'm going to bed and if you cross the distance between there and here, there will be trouble."

I found a couple of blankets and threw them carelessly in his general direction before striding to the side of the bed. "I'm going to get undressed now so turn your back," I ordered firmly. I climbed out of my jeans and then quickly scrambled beneath the covers before removing my top. Bra and pants I kept on, just in case. He did take a peak at me but I knew I had to expect that. To be fair I got a look at him, and for far longer. Alan had walked round extinguishing the lamps, except for the one nearest to the couch, then he also only undressed his lower half but in his case he removed both outer and undergarments. However, he showed no urgency to lie down and sleep, instead standing facing my bed as he scratched and enjoyed a luxurious stretch, illuminated by the light of the lamp. 

His penis hung down on full display and despite myself I couldn't stop looking at it because, although completely flaccid, it looked longer than my husbands did when fully erect. I knew well that when aroused, Gordon's cock quickly expanded from a tidy two inches to a little over six and applying the same mathematics to the organ front of me gave a mind boggling answer. 

As I lay waiting for sleep, I started to plan the harsh words I intended to use on my husband when he eventually arrived; I was certainly going to make him suffer for wanting to turn me into a whore. However, after a few minutes I became aware that I felt uncomfortably hot and rather agitated. I was also very wet and couldn't understand it until I reasoned that it was probably the normal reaction of any female trying to sleep in the same room as a strange male.

While I was puzzling over my physical condition, from across the room Alan said softly, "I'm so sorry that I got involved in this, you must be very angry with old Brad."

"He's certainly going to get the rough side of my tongue," I answered shortly.

"Is that enough?"

"No it isn't but I can't think what else I can do."

"Why not do what he wanted, "Alan suggested quietly. "When Brad first asked me to do it, his main fantasy was seeing you being fucked by another man, so possibly the most apt punishment would be do it when he can't watch."

I could see quite a lot of merit in the idea so I probably too long rejecting it. Alan laughed, "That was only a joke. Now that I've met you I can see you're not that kind of girl and I don't see how Brad could have thought you might be."

Illogically I felt a need to defend my husband so I said, "As you mentioned sex between us has not been that great for quite a long time and I think he must have been more desperate than I realised. "

Nothing was said for several minutes but it was one of those silences when you know the conversation hasn't finished. "I think we've gone to bed far too early," Alan offered. "I know that I won't sleep for a long time and the way you are tossing and turning I don't think you will either. Why not get up again and spend time chatting until we are more tired? Come and join me on the couch, I promise no strings attached. We can either share another drop out of the bottle or I will make us a nice cup of tea."

I don't know quite why that sounded such a good idea but almost without thinking I sat up, draped part of the covers round my shoulders and padded across to the couch without bothering to dress again. In response, Alan swung his long legs on to the floor ending up with his blanket modestly covering his thighs. "I think I prefer something out of the bottle," I told him.

Obligingly Alan wrapped the blanket round his lower half and went to retrieve the bottle and two glasses, however on regaining his seat he sat far less decorously which resulted in his genitals being left partly exposed. I didn't want to embarrass him by pointing this out so instead I concentrated on my glass.

"Tell me more about how and when you and Gordon arranged all this," I demanded. I wasn't quite convinced about my husband's perfidy and hoped a few more details might help resolve the issue.

"We bumped into each other again just over a year ago," Alan told me without hesitation. "After that we stayed in contact through Email until one day he asked to meet. When we got together, he told about what was lacking in your marriage and said that you having sex with another man might make the difference. Knowing of my history, he asked if I would help out and I agreed. There was no money involved, I've paid all my own costs getting up here and it wasn't cheap but I'm glad I came. He paused and went on, When Gordon asked me to do this, I agreed as a favour without any idea what you looked like but when I first saw you in the cafeteria I realised I'd hit the jackpot."

"You haven't hit the jackpot yet, "I said and immediately wondered why I had added the word 'yet'. 

"Just being able to gaze at you is more than sufficient recompense for my efforts, especially with those lovely legs on display."

"And how exactly did my devious husband plan to get me into bed with you?" I asked, ignoring the flattery.

"On the ferry I was to pretend I was booked at the hotel but Brad would invite me to spend the evening with you at the cottage. I would pull out all the stops on the charm front and we were meant to end up on the couch (this one I suppose), with you in the middle. We would all have a few tots, sharing a bit of banter and sexual innuendo, and then Gordon was going to start kissing and fondling you. After a minute or so he would invite me to join in."

"And that was meant to make me weak at the knees and eager to join in a threesome?"

"Actually we were hoping that Goliath would do that."

"Goliath?"

Alan glanced down to his groin where his cock was now stiff and pointing up making a partial tent with the blanket. It was long and thick, probably a bit more than nine inches. I could see it was fully erect and, remembering my earlier calculations, I blurted out, "Is that as big as it gets?"

Alan laughed, "You are the only female who has ever asked me that. Lady, what kind of men do you associate with?"

My face turned scarlet and I jerked round so that my back was to him and I wished the earth could open and swallow me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean......." I floundered.

Alan eased his arm clear and rested it behind me along the back of the couch. "Don't worry, there's no need to say anything. Brad told me that when watching porn you got excited seeing extra large cocks so he probably exaggerated my endowment."

That was the clincher because Alan could not have possibly known that unless Gordon had told him. I remembered the occasion. I hadn't been really excited by what I was seeing but I do remember making a remark about the gigantic organs on screen. 

"Come on, don't let that spoil the mood, please come back here where you were," he urged.

Doing as he asked I moved back into position but as I did so his hand dropped down, quite naturally, to lightly rest on my breast. Surprised but not really shocked, I turned my head to protest, only to find his mouth waiting and next second his lips were on mine. I didn't deny entry and for the next minute we pleasurably fenced tongues but when I started to withdraw he stopped immediately. My heart was pounding and although that interlude had been very pleasant, I had to cease because already I had found my self control starting to slip.

By now the blanket had fallen away leaving his large and impressive, beautifully proportioned cock standing proud in all its glory. "I think you should play with Goliath or at least give him a stroke. You did rather hurt his pride you know," Alan urged softly. 

I had returned his kiss as a peacemaking gesture with no intention of going on any further but the chance to feel that gorgeous penis was too good to miss. Just one quick stroke couldn't do any harm.

There was a kind of sheen on the tightly stretched skin on the mushroom head and the whole thing looked so perfect that it hardly seemed real. Tentatively I stretched out my hand but the touch was like an electric shock and I sensed a kind of vibration passing into my finger. A mere touch was no longer enough and, outside of my own volition, my fingers closed round it without being to fully encompass the shaft. Alan's fingers had started lightly stroking my nipple sending pleasurable tremors down to my groin but my concentration was fixed on the living thing in my hand.

His organ had a definite vibrancy and seemed to throb or at least I could clearly feel the pulse in the thick veins running up the side. I continued to fondle, unwilling to break contact although I knew I had gone too far but then as globule of pre-cum stated to gather around his slit everything slipped out of my control. I can't explain my next action but I do believe that everything that followed was a direct result of this act. Call it irresistible compulsion, but I leaned forward and scooped up the cum on the tip of my tongue. I think that it tasted sweet, sweeter than my husband, but it was hard to tell because all other sensation was drowned out by the pounding of my heart.

I think I went into limbo for a few seconds because next I was aware that Alan was rolling my nipple between his fingers and my hand was still firmly grasping his turgid organ. "Why not give it a proper suck?" Alan suggested, "You were almost there."

His invitation didn't take a lot of consideration. Keeping my voice calm, much calmer than I felt, I turned to look in his eyes and said, "I will if only because I feel that I owe you something to compensate for your fruitless journey but only for a couple of minutes and then no more of anything."

Alan looked pleased if not surprised but said nothing. I leaned forward again and took the head in my mouth but it felt completely different from anything I had experienced before. My lips were more stretched and my mouth felt fuller but it seemed that there was a lesser length of cock inside. Unable to do a proper sucking action I was reduced to swirling my tongue round the head. I puzzled why this should be so and reasoned that it must be the angle. Although I had sucked Gordon hundreds of times it was always in the sixty-nine position when we reciprocally pleasured each other. That was the other difference, I sucked my husband for his pleasure not my own but now I was sucking Alan because deep down I badly wanted to. Where Gordon's penis was just part of him, this magnificent cock seemed like an entity in its own right and as such deserving of worship.

I got rather immersed in the task and I'm sure that I carried on for far longer than the stipulated two minutes but then I wasn't exactly watching the clock and I only stopped then because I felt he was about to cum and I didn't want it to be in my mouth. As I pulled back, I discovered that Alan had unclipped my bra and that it was now pushed up exposing my breasts.

This was not part of my mental script so I shuffled quickly along the couch trying to disengage and put some distance between us but Alan followed and next moment he had my nipple in his mouth. That I might have tolerated but simultaneously he slid a hand up my leg, brushed the crotch of my panties aside as if it wasn't there, and plunged two or three fingers up inside me. Trying to keep calm and keeping my voice firm I ordered, "Stop, stop now, you're going too far."

Alan took his mouth away from my tit just long enough, to hiss in a voice I hadn't heard before, "I decide what's too far."




Second Honeymoon



Now I did panic. I started slapping at his head with both hands while bucking and flailing my legs in a vain attempt to dislodge those intruding fingers. This had a result but not the one I wanted. Sitting back he very calmly, somehow managed to capture both my wrists and pin them against the back of the couch with only the one hand. Then he rolled on top of me, his mouth descending on mine to suppress further protest. During this manoeuvre, of necessity he had removed the hand from my pussy and I took the opportunity of pressing my knees together hoping to deny further entry, of any kind. 

That was to no avail because he easily forced my legs apart using his spare hand and next moment his body was securely ensconced between my legs. Jerking my head to one side I pleaded "No, No, I don't want this," but it was already too late because even as I spoke I could feel the head of his huge penis pressing against the lips of my vagina.

I had sex with six guys before meeting Gordon and although about half were noticeably bigger than my husband, none had cocks as large as this monster. I expected that Alan would need to work it in slowly an inch at a time but to my surprise it slid straight in without undue resistance but I did finish up feeling incredibly stretched and full. This was rape, plain and simple, and although I was already aroused I was determined to deny Alan the pleasure of making me cum. So I flopped, letting my body go completely limp and unresponsive, determined to mentally concentrate on suppressing the sensations that being fucked would certainly generate.

My expectation was that, after pushing quickly into my vagina, Alan would start to thrust hard, building quickly to a steady rhythm but to my surprise, once in he remained perfectly still. I didn't move a muscle and neither did he. I was puzzled but started to grow tense awaiting the start of the inevitable thrusting, I'm not sure how long that limbo period lasted before, again doing the unexpected, he started to either twitch or swell his already swollen organ. I wasn't prepared for this, especially when his action started to cause the most delicious sensations. It was as if I had hundreds of butterflies fluttering about inside me causing the most exquisite sensations wherever they touched. 

That was amazing. Despite all my resolve, the bastard gave me an orgasm and he hadn't even started to fuck me properly. It wasn't a huge orgasm, in fact Gordon had often caused much larger ones with his tongue but those butterfly sensations managed to make their way right down to my toes. Alan started to move his pelvis while I was still coming down from that mini-high and that somehow picked me up and thrust me back on the crest of the wave. 

The rest of that session is a bit of a blur except to say that during it I metamorphosed from resistant rape victim into abandoned slut. My cunt was alive and I could feel it convulsing round his thick shaft. I know there was power fucking and I know I was kept shouting out, I can't remember what I said but it could only have been encouragement. I've never experienced such wonderful sensations, in fact I wouldn't have believed them possible but I was literately out of my head with pleasure as, for twenty minutes or more, my rapist lover kept me surfing from one mind blowing orgasm to the next.

I couldn't understand how Alan managed to keep going for so long without losing control and ejaculating but he wasn't a total iron man and eventually that point was reached. Suddenly he announced, "I'm going to cum," but his warning wasn't needed. I had become acutely attuned to every nuance of the column of hot flesh inside me and now it had started a preparatory pulsing along the whole length of the stiff shaft. The next moment, as if a volcano had erupted, a torrent of hot semen exploded inside me. In the whole of our time together I had never known the exact moment when my husband ejaculated, apart from his cry of pleasure and a feeling of slightly more lubrication. I certainly never felt it actually coming out of him but with Alan there could be no mistake as his cum gushed out with the force of a pressure hose. 

Due to the abandon of the fucking we had ended up in a very awkward position and with the urgency gone I think Alan felt something akin to cramp because he suddenly, almost violently he hurled himself away from me to the other end of the couch. Apart from straightening my limbs I didn't move and continued to lie where he had left me. I won't say that I passed out but I certainly started to drift away. I remember thinking lethargically that I ought to put something underneath myself so as not to soak and stain the furniture but I couldn't be bothered. I knew that I was safe but can remember that, in an almost inebriated way, I was illogically playing with thoughts of pregnancy as I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept but I woke feeling refreshed and very empty. Traditionally I should have been overwhelmed by guilt and asking, 'What have I done?' but instead I felt that I actually deserved the experience and proud that I had been able to cast aside the inhibitions of a lifetime. Glancing towards the other end of the couch, I saw that my talented seducer's eyes were open as he lay apparently contemplating the ceiling. "Are you awake?" I asked. 

Alan rolled partly towards me grinning and asked, "Do you want to try that again?" 

In response I gave an almost imperceptible nod. I did desperately want to feel the wonderful sensation of his cock inside me but if he just took me again I could still pretend to myself that I had no choice in the matter. 

Unfortunately Alan easily saw through my small stratagem, "Then you better ask me," he said.

With an ache quickly building inside me, I struggled with my conscience. The fact that I had enjoyed having his cock inside me was a physical reaction and not my fault because I had been forced to participate in the sex but if I invited Alan to continue the assault then I would have crossed the line into infidelity no matter which way you looked at it. I was still engaged in this internal conflict, when Alan interrupted to say,"I'm going to count up to ten after which my cock will no longer be available."

He started counting very slowly and I let the count reach nine before I said, "Please will you fuck me again."

Alan nodded complacently, as if there had never been any doubt and speaking in a bored voice, as if doing me a favour, he said, "I suggest we use the bed this time, we might as well have a bit of comfort."

Immediately I jumped up and ran to the bed where I lay in readiness with legs spread and knees raised.

My handsome seducer seemingly had not the same haste because he took his time standing and then advanced towards me only slowly, his huge phallus swinging ponderously from side to side. 

I lay in tense anticipation but instead of mounting me, Alan lay nonchalantly alongside saying, "If you want this inside you, you better start getting it properly stiff." His penis already looked swollen and stiff enough for my needs but without any reluctance, I jumped up to obey his command. I followed roughly the same phallic worship routine as before but this time he insisted that I gave his balls an extensive tongue bath before he declared his cock to be again fit for duty. I did thoroughly enjoy the task and by the time I lay back again in the fucking position, my vulva was positively throbbing with eagerness.

As he slid into me my pent up breath exploded in a big gasp and I think I also moaned. I felt complete again and as he started with a series of steady thrusts I found my internal tension building until I was hovering just below the ecstatic plateau. I knew that I was about to experience the same almost out of body pleasure as before when suddenly he halted and withdrew until the head of his cock was lightly touch my lower lips. Again I held my breath, awaiting the deep plunge which would take me over the edge but it didn't come. Even in my fevered stat I knew he was teasing me so I waited, and I waited but it didn't come. In the end I had to beg, "Please put it back in."

"Put what back where?" he asked.

"Put your cock back in my pussy."

"It's not a pussy, it's a juicy hairy cunt," he said, "Ask me again properly."

"Please put your lovely cock back in my juicy, hairy cunt"

"A cunt that was made to be filled by stiff, real, man-sized cocks." 

"A cunt that was made to be filled by stiff, real, man-sized cocks," I enthusiastically repeated.

"And not by little boy peckers."

"And not by little boy peckers."

"Like your pathetic husband."

Now I had a problem because I knew that if I parroted those words I would be betraying Gordon far worse than I already had by begging Alan to fuck me again. Gordon, the kindest, gentlest, most loving husband in the world and the love of my life. I remained silent.

Alan waited but I waited longer. "Say it," he hissed but I shook my head. 

He pressed a bit harder until his cock head entered me by about half an inch. It felt red hot but then it withdrew. This was repeated two or three times until my whole body was twitching consumed in an agony of desire but I stubbornly clenched my teeth tight. I thought I had won. I really thought I'd won Alan leaned forward until I could feel his breath in my ear. "Say it," he whispered, "It's only words and I know that you want to." 

This time there were tears in my eyes but my resistance was almost done and when he gave me an inch or more only to withdraw again, I blurted out, "Like my pathetic husband."

The reward for my betrayal was instant as Alan slowly but smoothly slid back inside me until his magnificent weapon was once more buried up to the hilt. My arms clasped around him and I opened up fully as I realised what a drug addict must feel when the effect of his fix first hits. That was the start of a long protracted session of almost continuous sex during which we tried every position imaginable and I completely surrendered to depravity. I had sold my soul to the devil and there was no going back, there was no excuse left and very little to offer in mitigation.

Since our original honeymoon, I had always believed that Gordon had taken me to the heights of passion but now I realised that on the scale of mountains he had managed little further than the foothills. I also knew that this night with Alan was an experience that would have to last me for a lifetime because, even if I was to start regularly cheating on my husband, I was extremely unlikely to find another lover like him. Often when females start chatting together the topic turns to girls who work as escorts, wives notorious for their sexual misbehaviour or famous courtesans of the past. Like the others in the group I would put my nose in the air to show disapproval but secretly I was filled with envy of the women who they had dared to act in that way. Now was my chance to be like that, if only for the one glorious night. 

I knew from the start that Alan was very strong but hadn't realised quite how strong he was. We had reached a situation where he was lying on his back and I was on top in the reverse cowgirl position, bouncing up and down in a leisurely fashion when I suddenly I felt very thirsty. I apologised saying, "I'm sorry, I've got to get off and make a cup of tea, I'm terribly thirsty."

Alan stopped me saying, "Stay where you are, I'll take you there." He then stood up so that I was in a horizontal position facing down. My legs were hooked round the backs of his thighs, his cock was still embedded in me and my body was supported by his hands underneath my tits. Holding me like that he, walked across to the kitchen where he held me up as I filled the kettle and put tea bags in the cups. While the water was boiling, he began slowly thrusting while I supported myself on the counter top but for some reason in that position, my pussy made a disgusting squelching noise which set us both laughing.

When the tea was brewed, I manoeuvred onto my back; Alan sat me up perched on the edge of the counter, placed a mug in each of my hands and then carried me carefully back to the bed without his cock slipping out of me once. We drank our refreshments with me on his lap, still connected and with neither of us actually moving but I've already mentioned the amazing twitching trick that he does with his dick. 

The fucking continued, both fast and slow, until late into the night I lay sucking his cock again. I was feeling tired but more than that I felt that we had done everything possible and that there was really nowhere else to go. Suddenly, without any warning, in a complete change of attitude, Alan ordered, "Get on your hands and knees this minute, you dirty slut." Something made me obey him, (perhaps expecting to be fucked doggie style again), but I had hardly got myself comfortable when I felt a stinging slap on my bottom. I really hurt and I tried to get up but his other hand on the back of my neck held me in place. There was another slap, even harder, followed by another. I don't like pain so I swore at him but this only served to increase the severity of my chastisement. The blows continued and I think I received six on each buttock. At the start I had tears in my eyes but by the end the pain had changed to a wonderful warm glow. 

Lost in the new sensation I didn't feel him move but he must have leaned forward because I could feel something nice and new. Using the tip of his tongue Alan was tracing delicate, tantalising circles on the skin of my glowing rump. It tickled but felt soothing at the same time. After doing one side for a minute or two he moved across, ensuring that mistreated both cheeks got equal treatment. I could tell that he was moving back across and happily assumed that he was starting a new round but instead he paused half way and pulled the cheeks of my ass withy his finger and the next moment his wet tongue was exploring the puckered rosebud of my anus, where no man had ever been. It was so nasty, so taboo, so delicious that I had a minor instant orgasm just from that. Throughout our marriage, Gordon had intermittently pestered me to let him go there but it was the only area of my body I had consistently denied him. It felt so nice that now I had to wonder why.

I had rather expected (hoped) that Alan would make a meal of this new activity but I suspect that he only did it to get me nice and wet there. The next moment I felt the bulbous head of his huge cock trying to gain entry. As he pushed vainly against my tight anal cherry I knew that this was bound to be horrendously painful. With a penis of my husband's size it would have been bad enough but with a tube of hard flesh with these dimensions, I didn't really think that it could be possible. Suddenly, as if coming to the same conclusion, Alan switched and plunged back into my vagina, leaving me uncertain whether to feel relief or disappointment. However, after only two or three thrusts he returned to my anal orifice and I realised that he had simply been coating his cock with his own cum and my internal lubrication.

The ploy worked because slowly but surely he slid inside and the pain was every bit as bad as I had expected. At the start the agony came very close to that of giving birth (but without the epidural option.) Why did I allow it? That hard to say except that, after Alan had given me such minding ecstasy, I wanted so much to please him that I was prepared to do anything that he wanted. Gradually the pain eased, first to a dull ache and then to something different, as if having broken through the pain barrier I had arrived on a much higher plateau of pleasure. For much of what followed I really felt as if the huge cock embedded in me was actually an integral part of my body.

I can remember little that followed except that I was wracked by continual orgasms. I think that the duration was shorter than intended because Alan suddenly said, "Fuck" and immediately came. I did feel it but I think that his reservoir was finally becoming depleted because it felt less forceful than on the previous occasions. I flopped face down, still with his softening cock inside me. I don't even remember him taking it out but I know that I lay for sometime thinking without his weight on me before sleep overcame me.

As I lay in a kind of limbo, drifting and waiting for sleep, I idly wondered whether, when setting up his dubious arrangement, had my stupid husband ever thought how much the limitations in his own sexual abilities were going to be exposed. Was it just a perverted visual thrill he had wanted or had he really believed that one session of Alan's sexing would reinvigorate our own marital lovemaking. With that thought I felt some sympathy for Gordon. Was he at that moment in his hotel room on the mainland, pacing about in frustration or was he masturbating to mental images of what he knew must have happened. Just before drifting into dreamland, I vowed to make it up to him by vividly describing everything he had missed.

I awoke at 7 am, to see Alan lying by my side, partly uncovered and still sporting that everlasting erection. Knowing that my night of a lifetime was almost over; I wanted one last taste so scrambled down the bed and took it in my mouth. For some ten minutes I suckled happily with Alan unconvincingly pretending to be still deep in slumber but as soon as I felt him getting close he suddenly sat up saying, "Lie down, I want to put a load into you for hubby to find, a kind of money shot to prove you've really been fucked by another man and fulfilled his fantasy." Then he laughed and added, "Talking about 'money shots' a multi orgasmic girl like you would do well in porn, especially as you seem to like large cocks so much." He was very close to ejaculation already so the ensuing quick fuck was fast and furious and completely unmemorable compared to all that had gone before. He must have replenished reserves while we slept because plenty of his creamy cum ended up inside me.

It must have been nearly two hours later before I woke again and for the first few seconds I didn't recall the events of the night. I knew that I felt terribly sore between my legs and both tender and bruised deep inside. It was a nice feeling. Lazily I opened my eyes to find Alan standing at the bottom of the bed, already dressed and looking at me. "It's almost ten. The morning ferry will be docking soon and it might be better if I wasn't here when it arrives," he said. "I'm going to hang around in the hotel until all passengers have disembarked." With that he turned and walked to the door but before exiting he paused long enough to say, "I enjoyed last night, it was rather special. We'll have to do it again sometime."

With that parting line he left me to face my husband when he arrived. I should have jumped up and tried to repair the ravages of the night but there seemed little point. Generally when you are inside an environment you become unaware of the odours within it but I could tell that the cottage room still smelled heavily of sex. There was nothing I could do about that so, giving up, I laid back languorously to wait, wondering if I still had a marriage. 

Suddenly the door burst open and Gordon rushed in only to freeze with a stricken look on his face. "What happened?" he gasped.

From somewhere a rush of guilt fuelled my irrational anger as I told him, "Isn't that obvious. I've been fucked, very well fucked. You weren't here to watch and it serves you damn well right. He fucked me the back way as well if you want to know."

"Why?" I could tell that my husband put every ounce of feeling he could muster in to that word.

"Because I'm married to a pervert, a pervert who wanted to see me being fucked by another man.

I'm married to a man who colluded with his friend to turn me into a whore," I went on, my anger unabated. "Well I certainly acted like a whore last night but you didn't have the pleasure of seeing it and it serves you bloody well right." 




Second Honeymoon



At first Gordon had seemed to shrink under my verbal onslaught but now he drew himself up to full height to say, "You've got it all wrong. This is the very last thing I ever wanted to happen. I've arranged nothing with anybody and I haven't seen Alan since before I first met you until he turned up in the cafeteria. My heart sank the moment I saw him because I knew how easily he can bend both the truth and female minds. I don't know what he's been telling you but its all lies."

"He told me things he couldn't possibly have known unless he had heard it from you," I said accusingly but I was suddenly unsure because sincerity shone forth from my husbands face. 

"Such as?"

"Well for a start he knew we came up here to put the spark back into our marriage, he knew we watched porn films and fantasised about me going with someone else. He even knew about that time in bed when you pretended to be another man."

Gordon shook his head in frustration. "Darling, just think how many couples having a second honeymoon would all that applies to? I'd bet nearly all of them."

Suddenly everything seemed clear and I realised that I had been had, in more ways that one. Alan had simply floated generalities at me and I could see now how easily he could have back-tracked had I disputed anything he claimed to have been told. I looked at my husband sadly. There was nothing I could say except 'Sorry' and that was totally inadequate. 

"Where is he?" Gordon asked.

"He said he was going to wait in the hotel and then catch the ferry you arrived on."

"I'm going to find him."

"Please don't. It can't do any good and I don't want you to get hurt," I said but my plea fell on deaf ears because my precious husband had already gone. I lay there not knowing if he had left just the honeymoon cottage or our marriage as well.





Gordon concludes the story: 

Seething I ran down to the quay. There was a small queue of passengers filing on to the ferry with Alan near the rear. He must have been watching for me because when I appeared he broke away and took a few paces towards me then stood waiting with a confident smirk on his face. "I know, I know," he said, "It's daja vous all over again."

"You fucking bastard," was all I could think of to say.

The triumphant smile on Alan's face grew even broader. "I do love taking your women Brad, You get so delightfully upset and that's the real icing on the cake, I hope you have the sense to hang on to this wife though or else I'll have come back and fuck the next one for you. Don't be so uptight old pal, its only cunt after all and I actually believe I've done you a favour."

This was all within earshot of the people in the queue, together with all others on the quayside and they all stopped and turned to listen. I knew that it was a mistake coming here but I couldn't bear to stay in the cottage and there was nowhere else to go.

"I know that you want to take a poke at me and I do owe you one. Take your best shot," he goaded. "You won't make contact of course but I promise I won't hurt you. I'll block and overpower you but I won't humiliate you any more than necessary."

"I haven't come to fight," I said with dignity, "All I want is the answer to two questions. When I was stuck on the mainland, I knew you had engineered it but I can't work out how?"

Alan was pleased with his cleverness and almost eager to tell me. "I'll admit that the ferry being cancelled was a stroke of luck but not all that unlikely given the weather. All that I was counting on was a couple of hour's head start. As to you not getting onboard that was simple, I just bunged the ferry man a bunch of notes not to let anyone board after me and I stayed near the back so he wouldn't lose too many customers. I'd spotted you quite a bit earlier and set it all up before announcing myself in the café. "

I know I was humiliating myself but I had to know, "How did you manage to seduce Sarah. I knew what you were up to as soon as the boat sailed but I convinced myself that my wife loved me enough to resist you."

Alan threw me a crumb. "She loves you alright and she was very reluctant at the start but lets say that I insisted. It's the same technique I usually use, the females always end up enjoying it enough not to press charges and their partners can never be certain that it wasn't their women who started it. Sarah certainly resisted in the beginning but then she became acquiescent and gradually started to enjoy it until she ended up screaming for me to fuck her harder and fuck her in places where you've never been." 

I did not give Alan's last claim the dignity of a response. Instead I turned and started walking slowly back to my wife and a very uncertain future. My heart hurt as if it had been torn in two but I couldn't understand why my penis was so painfully stiff.



Second Honeymoon



New and improved version. Thanks for the input from A.

*

Bonnie saw the contest at local business. "Win a second honeymoon in the Caribbean all expenses paid. Let our Private jet fly you to the vacation of your dreams" it read. It looked fantastic. She and Don had not had much money when they married. Instead of a real honeymoon they had spent a weekend at a friends cabin. It was rustic but not particularly romantic. They both had to be at work on Monday so the time for romance was very limited. Now however, five years later, Don had a great job and Bonnie's had improved benefit and wage wise. A second honeymoon would be wonderful. It would be a great time to start working on a family. 

The rest of their congregation at church was looking at them a bit strangely. No other couple there, married for as long as Bonnie and Don, remained childless. Bonnie had been to about twenty weddings over the last five years and every one of those brides, save one married six months ago. were either pregnant or already had one or more children. 

Their childless status meant that they were the judges of the church's Holloween contests and the go to couple for last minute baby sitting. That was getting tiring. More annoying than the gossip at church were their parents. No matter the situation, either Bonnie's or Don's parents would steer the conversation around to the subject of grandchildren. But now Both husband and wife thought that the time to start a family was at hand. Bonnie filled out the detailed form and dropped it in the box next to the forms and thought nothing of it for the next two weeks. 

The call came one Monday evening. A man who identified himself as the head of the travel agency offering the contest informed Bonnie that she and Don had won the contest! She could scarcely believe her luck. The only stipulation was that they had to take the trip by the end of the month. As luck would have it, both Bonnie and Don had some vacation time stashed away with their respective employers. Two weeks in the tropical sun! Bonnie and Don could hardly wait. 

Clearing their schedules was not too hard. There was only a dentist appointment to move. Bonnie and Don bought new bathing suits and a few other things for the trip but according to several phone calls they had received since winning, there really wasn't much to bring. Certainly not more than one suitcase. At last the big day arrived.

Their friends had given them a small but sweet going away party in a nice restaurant. After that it was a drive to the international airport. About the only thing that Bonnie and Don would have to pay for was two weeks of parking at the airport lot. But even that cost vaporized when one of their friends offered a parking space at his uncle's house just outside the city. After making sure that parking there would be no problem, Don and Bonnie realized that a short cab ride to the airport would be the only thing they had to pay for. It seemed too good to be true.

After the Bon voyage dinner, Don and Bonnie drove to the uncle's house. He showed them where to park and Don gave him his set of car keys in case the car had to be moved in the interim. With that it was a trip to the airport to meet with Ms. Parker, the company representative, who was to help them board the plane and get off OK.

At the airport, Don carried their suitcases (Bonnie had over packed, as usual) through the terminal to the assigned office. The airline desk for the private jet was off to one side. It looked almost like an afterthought. But behind the desk an attractive blonde wore a name tag that said Parker so the couple knew that they were at the right place.

"Ah ... you must be the Hendersons. I am Jane Parker. I know who you are but I have to see your ID's Homeland Security strikes again."

Don and Bonnie produced their diver licenses and passports and Ms. Parker ran them through a scanner. An attendant appeared and toted off the Henderson's luggage.

"That was Mr. Woo, your steward. He will be flying with you."

In short order, the Henderson's were led to the tarmac and a sporty looking corporate jet, The Henderson's were a striking couple. Don stood an even six feet. He had blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was in terrific shape from both his job which required lots of physical activity and by smoking the guys at the health club in just about every game of racquetball he had ever played. When he golfed he carried his own clubs and never took a cart no matter how hot the weather.

Bonnie, was five foot six. Her clear even skin stood out sharply under her long curly brown hair. Her bust was perfect for her frame. Her legs were long and shapely. Her green cat like eyes were perhaps her best feature, but all of her 116 pound was quite attractive. A firm believer in her church's philosophy that a wife should make herself as attractive as possible to please her man; she worked out at the gym four days a week. Champion spinner and fastest woman in the pool, Bonnie was proud of her physique. 

Without a care in the world the two mounted the steps to the jet. As instructed, they turned off their cell phones and settled into the seats. The jet had seats for eight but, apparently, the Henderson's were the only passengers aside from Mr. Woo, the steward. The jet taxied down the runway and was airborne moments later. Mr. Woo opened a bottle of wine and poured glasses for the couple. He also had some hor dourves on a silver tray which the Henderson's also helped themselves to. Neither one thought it odd when they both became sleepy. It had been an exciting day. It was probably the good kind of exhaustion.

Don woke up first. He found himself in restraints! He and Bonnie were in a large warehouse or similar structure. Harsh light filtered down from the ceiling. Don's arms were cuffed to a pulley which had him stretched to his full height. His shoes and socks had been removed and his ankles were cuffed to the floor. There was no give in the line. A gag of some sort was in his mouth. Opposite and facing him was Bonnie in identical restraints. 

Although he could not talk, Don made as much noise as he could in an effort to wake his wife. At last she awoke. Her eyes flashed with fear as she looked a Don and her realization, instants later, that she was in the same predicament as her husband. 

After an interval two men and a woman entered the room.

"I see that you two are awake. That is good."

The man stood between Bonnie and Don. A huge powerfully built man, he carried a whip and he wore a pistol in a holster belted around his waist.

"Welcome to your new lives. We will be processing you shortly. We will be removing your gags momentarily. Any yelling and screaming results in a horsewhipping for BOTH of you. No one can hear you scream. We just don't want to deal with the ear aches. If we are in a good mood we MAY answer some of your questions. Please avoid obvious ones such as where are we and who are we. 

Don noticed that the second man in the room, tall and wiry, approached him. He took out a knife an sliced away the tape holding the gag in his mouth. The tall beautiful red haired woman had done the same for Bonnie. The husband and wife sputtered and Don was able to gain his voice first.

"What do you mean by our new lives?"

"A very good question." Said the large man. "This will require some explanation. As you have by no doubt surmised your trip to the Caribbean was a sham. As far as the FAA and the world is concerned is concerned you two are dead. Our pilots filed a flight plan but deviated from it at one point and avoided radar until they arrived in this nameless country. IF you know what you are doing its not hard to have a plane send off false telemetry. At a specific location in the Atlantic an explosion was sited and your plane seemingly vanished, An oil slick and some convincing debris were released by one of our ships. The speed with which your plane apparently hit the water means that the black boxes were vaporized. There is no search and rescue mission, the depth of the water and the unimportant nature of your flight means that the authorities are NOT looking for you. I am sure that your church will give the two of you the most moving of funeral services however."

"Oh my God," said Bonnie.

"As a matter of fact," stated the large man, "You should view me as something akin to God. I will controlling your lives and conducting your training until you are sold."

"Sold?" Said Don.

"Yes, the two of you will bring quite the price on the market, especially your lovely wife. Well she is not your wife anymore really. Your marriage ended in death."

"Please tell me this is a cruel joke." Said Bonnie, "Why us?"

"I assure you it is no joke. We have already invested quite a bit of money in the two of you but your sales will easily double or , if we are lucky, triple our investment. As to why you two. Don is handsome and blond there is quite the market in some parts of the world for a well trained male slave although in all probability he will be sold to a very well off gay man. You better learn to develop a taste for cock Donald, and quickly. As for you Bonnie. You have every attribute of a high value slave. The only way you would bring a higher price were if you were a natural blonde but we have to take the best options we can."

"You can't sell us, we are human beings and free citizens."

"Correction. You are dead citizens. The cavalry is not going to come charging over the hills. Your parents will get a nice insurance payment. Your church will hold an empty casket funeral and that will be the end of things. And selling people is what we do. Of course its illegal. It is however very lucrative.

You are probably wondering about how we decided on the two of you. You can thank your wife for that. The contest forms are a sham that we have placed in several large cities. The name of the travel agency is always different but the particulars are usually the same. Some times its a cruise. Sometimes the couple reach their scheduled destination but are apparently swept out to sea or have other 'misfortunes' befall them. We check out the names and ages of the entrants. With the internet being what it is today it does not take long to find out everything and anything about a particular individual or couple. It was no great feat to hack into your Facebook and e-mail accounts. For example Bonnie, we loved the sexy photo of yourself in that pink nightie that you sent Don while he was at work to cheer him up last week. Other data we need comes from our investigators, most of whom have no idea what our real business is." 

Bonnie, comprehending that she and Don were in this fix because of her began weeping.

"Oh get over it woman! You will have plenty to cry about later. Now its exposure time."

He nodded and the man and women switch places. The red haired woman approached Don and the tall wiry man neared Bonnie. Then with deliberation and determination the man and woman began cutting off Don's and Bonnie's clothing. Don was too stunned to react but Bonnie began crying and thrashing in her bonds. That brought a whip strike against her buttocks by the large man. 

"Move one muscle and I whip you fifty times.!"

The pain was sufficient for Bonnie to compose her self. Her blue pants suit was in tatters on the floor. She was clad now only in her bra and panties. The tall wiry man sliced through the front of her bra, loosing Bonnie's spectacular breasts. A slice up either side of her panties revealed her full but sparsely carpeted bush.

The red haired woman cut through Don's khaki pants and polo shirt. Then she slowly sliced away his boxer shorts. His modest size penis hung loose in the cool warehouse. 

"How big is he erect?" Asked the large man,

"I'll tell you in a moment." Said the red head. Before Don realized what was happening her cool lips were around his flaccid penis. The woman was far more skilled than Bonnie. Involuntarily Don felt himself harden. The Red haired woman withdrew her mouth and laughed.

"You're eager big boy," she said.

The large man eyed Don's engorged penis and said. "Big enough to attract buyers. I had fears he would be another pee wee like that one last month. What a disaster that was. We practically had to give him away. If not for the wife we would have lost money." 

The large man stood between Don and Bonnie and eyed them up and down and all over. 

"You will be released from your restraints now. Any movement towards my gun or whip will result in a severe thrashing for both of you. Once you are released you will place your jewelry in this basket. Yes that includes your wedding rings. Dead people are not married. You no longer belong to each other. You belong to us. We decide what you will and will not wear."

The wiry man and the red haired woman released the Henderson's. They groaned with relief at the easing of the stretching of their joints. Both Don and Bonnie rubbed their arms and legs to restore circulation. The large man allowed them to preform this activity for a few moments then indicated the basket with the handle of his whip. Don understood what was wanted. He removed his watch his school ring and his wedding ring. With hesitation Bonnie removed her earrings, bracelet, watch, and necklace. Her eyes filled with tears as she twisted off her wedding and engagement ring and dropped them in the basket.

"Now its time to get you two cleaned up and off to your next destination. He walked over to a chest in one side of the room. From the chest he brought opt two revolvers and holsters. He gave one to the wiry man and the red haired woman who in turn pointed the weapons at Don and Bonnie. 

The two gun bearers directed Don and Bonnie to a door. There was a bathroom on the other side of the door. There was a shower stall with several heads. The Henderson's were instructed to shower and wash themselves with the soap provided. Bonnie kept staring at her naked ring finger. Aside from the occasional cleaning Bonnie had not taken off her rings even for a moment. Not even the night Don wanted her to leave it home before he rendezvoused with her for a scheduled dinner. He wanted her to play a single woman while Don played the wayward husband, Bonnie was usually tolerant of Don's games but she drew the line at that one. She did let him tie her to the bed that night however, as a compromise. 

As they showered their abductors discussed the Henderson's as though they were not there.

"She will bring a fine price. The fact that she's never been bred but is fertile will increase her worth exponentially." Said the redhead 

"The guys are going to cream themselves once he goes on the block." Said the wiry man.

Don and Bonnie washed themselves in stunned silence in the tepid water.

"OK you two," said the wiry man. "Time to turn off the water. There is one towel for both of you to use. Think of it as your last moment of togetherness."

Don allowed Bonnie to dry herself first. He did the best he could with the damp towel afterwards. While drying himself Don thought that he could disarm the wiry man, He figured he could take the gun away and get off at least one more shot. He had visions of the wiry man lying in a pool of blood.

Don made his move. Instantly he realized that he was hopelessly outclassed. The wiry man was far more powerful than he looked. He dropped the gun and placed his foot on top of it. Then he put Don into a wrestling hold and tossed him to the floor. Before Don had time to react he was on the floor and the wiry man was choking the life out of him. Don went limp and the wiry man retrieved his gun. 

"That was very stupid meatbag, and totally expected. Don't do anything that stupid again or next time I throw your little woman around."

The wiry man and the red haired woman led Don and Bonnie to the toilet and ordered them to relieve themselves .

"If you have to shit, now is a good time."

Bonnie felt extremely humiliated using the toilet before strangers. As it happened she did have to go number two. With her embarrassment visible in her full body blush and her body language Bonnie did her business. Don was instructed to wash off again. Afterward the couple were led to the first room. While they were in the shower two large wooden boxes had appeared. Each was labeled "machine parts" and was rather large. The man with the whip was waiting for them. 

"Your chariots have arrived."

The large man slid aside a board and a foam lined seat appeared. Don was ordered to get into the seat. Don noticed an IV bag hanging above the seat.

"You two will be asleep for the next phase of your journey." The read haired woman produced some alcohol and taped the IV needle to a vein. Before Don even had time to protest he felt himself losing consciousness. Vaguely he could visualize Bonnie being led to the second box. A gag was placed in his mouth and then blackness. 

Don came to in a small windowless concrete cell. He was on a tiny cot under a blanket he was naked. The only change he noted on his person was that all of his pubic hair had been shaved off save for a small rectangle an inch or so above the shaft of his penis. He checked his face and discovered that he must have been shaved there recently as well for the five o'clock shadow he had at their last location was absent.

Don got up and explored the cell, It didn't even have a toilet just a round shit hole and a roll of toilet paper at the base of the far wall. Thick iron bars sealed him in. There was an formidable looking lock. Beyond the bars was an open court blazing with sunshine. Across that expanse was another cell which mirrored his own. Don saw a figure on the cot in the second cell. Hoping against hope Don yelled "Bonnie?"

Eventually the figure roused itself. And answered "Don?"

"Oh thank heavens!" said Don. "I thought I'd never see you again."

Bonnie kept the blanket wrapped about her self and approached the bars of her cell.

"I seem to be OK but I don't have any hair ... down there. I can tell that my underarms and legs have been shaved as well. Are you OK?"

Don and Bonnie assessed each other on their situation and then began speculating as to where they were and what was going to happen to them. Don said that based on the, heat, the intensity of the light and the angle of the sun that they were probably in the tropics. But that meant that they could be anywhere from the Caribbean to South America or even Africa, Australia and the East Indies were also not out of the realm of possibility. There was no way on telling how long they had slept of how far they had traveled since their time in the warehouse.

"We could be anywhere at all. Wherever we are I have a pretty good sense that it is well off the beaten track. Even if we could get out of these cells we would find ourselves in the middle of nowhere," He depressingly opined.

Presently a figure entered the expanse between their cells. Both Bonnie's and Don's heart fell when they recognized the large man with the whip and the gun from the warehouse.

"Good you are both awake." He sneered and then announced. "This is what will happen to you now. These cells will be your home between training sessions. Your training will take between two weeks and a month depending upon how difficult you make the process for yourselves. Under my tutorledge your wills will be stripped away and a compliant personality will take its place. When I am finished with you you will both be submissive, willing to please toys that will be sold to some rather high heeled clientele. When I am done with you all you will want to do is serve your new master. You will fuck on command, you will suck on command, you will offer your cock your asshole and pussy to any cock and pussy that has authority over you. The woman will no doubt be pregnant shortly after she is purchased. She has more value, for as a female she can produce more slaves on a regular basis, The male will probably be sterilized. Depending on the client he may be castrated after sale."




Second Honeymoon



Bonnie and Don stared at each other thunderstruck as the large man made his speech.

"I tell you these things because I will not fail in my goal. I have lots of experience turning straight men into avid cocksuckers and straight women into contented pussy lickers. Needless to say I have some assistants on my staff but I am your master . You will address me ALWAYS as Master. Failure to remember that will result in punishment. Among your daily ritual from now on is submitting to the razor. Slaves are not permitted body hair. The only reason that the male has been left with a token amount of pubic hair is so that potential buyers can see that he is a real blond. That increases his value. You will be shaved daily. You WILL quietly submit to the procedure. There are other details but these will be told to you as needed."

"Shortly you will be fed. You will eat everything. Utensils will not be provided. Failure to eat and drink everything results in punishment. I will also tell you that you will be trained separately. Only while caged will you see each other. In other worlds you have already had you last kiss, your last hug and your last fuck. Put any ideas of a reunion out of your minds. That simply is not going to happen. As a matter of both logistics and necessity you will be sold to different owners. Your owners may be straight, gay or bi. That will not matter to you for at the end of your training you yourselves will be open to any one or any combination of those." 

Two masked figures approached the cells. They bore trays of food an drink. Each cell was equipped with a hinged door trough which the metal bowl of food and metal tumbler of liquid could be introduced. Don's first impulse was to dump the food on the floor but he was very hungry and worried that their captors would punish Bonnie for his intransigence. The food was an easily grabbed and eaten with the hands noodle or pasta. It was very spicy and forced the diner to drink from the tumbler. Neither Don nor Bonnie recognized the flavor of the cool liquid. Don detected hints of beer. Bonnie noted honey,

The masked figures watched and waited for them to eat. They were clad in black and hooded as to hide any physical aspects or to give any sense of gender. It did not take Don and Bonnie long to clear away all the food and beverage. A few moments later Don's head began to spin, convincing himself that he had been drugged. A pleasant buzz like he had had too much wine began to overtake him. Don remembered lastly being removed from his cell by a clad figure, Dimly he heard Bonnie object to something followed by the sound of her screams.

Unknown hours later Don came to consciousness in his cell. Everything was the same, His memory was simply a haze of recollections of pleasure. He knew that he had had sex very recently but that was it. His body felt slick and he realized that he had been shaved everywhere, even the backs of his knuckles. The postage stamp sized thatch of hair above his shaft and that on his head remained his only adornment.

He looked across at Bonnie's cage. Bonnie was not alone!

The man who called himself Master was in Bonnie's cell. His pants were down around his ankles and Bonnie was on her knees servicing him! Don could not believe his eyes. "Bonnie he called. Bonnie for god's sake wake up!" 

"Ahh welcome back to the world of the living Donald. Your wife will be out of it for at least a half hour more. She will be finished in a moment." The look on the Master's face and the sound he made indicated that he had cum while his shaft was deep within the mouth of Don's wife. Bonnie thirstily lapped up the Master's seed. Bonnie wouldn't even let Don come in her mouth let alone lick up his spunk. Bonnie had a look of total bliss upon her countenance.

"Your woman is quite the cocksucker," said the Master as stepped away from a purring Bonnie and hiked back up his pants. "You're not so bad yourself."

Don gazed uncomprehendingly.

The Master smiled and said. "You did to me exactly what the woman who used to be your wife has just finished doing, a few hours ago. In another two weeks, taking cock will be as natural to you as breathing."

"You bastard!" Screamed Don. "Get away from my wife. How dare you defile her that way?"

"Aren't we old fashioned. 'defile' You religious people are weird. You are a bit easier to train however. She's not your 'wife' she's an organic sex toy in training. Before you know it she will be parading her stuff up on stage trying to maximize the dollar value of her sale. She has been trained by your church to please her man, to please her "god" to please her fellow congregants. We just take those desires amplify them, pervert them a little bit and, in no time, she will hope for no other life than to be a valued slave. Aren't you two "slaves of the Lord" anyway?"

The master exited Bonnie's cage while Don hurled invective at him.

"That's not what it means you blasphemous cretin! Its something sacred and Holy! Its a bond between man and God a bond between a man and wife!" 

"Oh my dear," sneered the Master. "The deeper you believe that happy horseshit the easier my job becomes. Your deep and abiding devotion makes you perfect subjects for our treatment. When we are done with you all that will remain is your childlike desire to please your god. Instead of GOD you will have a master whom you will view as God. Its all so simple because you and she are so monumentally simple!" 

The Master strode up to Don's cage and said.

"I have just told you what your future will be. NOTHING you can do. No resistance that you can mount will alter that future. You will enter it, eventually willingly, and you will fully embrace it. When your master asks you to suck his cock you will be eager to please. When your master wants your asshole you will bend over and smile. If your master decides that to be better controlled you should be castrated, you won't shed a tear over losing your testicles. Those are the facts mister and they are unalterable."

With a nod and a smile the Mater strode out of view between the cages. Dan stared with rage as the man disappeared from view.

Bonnie drifted over to her cot and fell asleep. A short while later her eyes opened.

"Don! Are you OK?" She called.

"I'm here honey. Replied Don.

Bonnie said that here head was full of confusing images, not all of them unpleasant.

"I'm pretty sure I was raped." she said "But every part of my flesh and my soul are telling me that whatever happened to me I wanted it. Oh its sick. They are in my mind Don!"

Don told her that he was feeling many of the same things. He did not tell her about having seen her preform fellatio on the Master.

"The food and drink are drugged with god knows what. We shouldn't eat it but I have no doubts that that asshole will use the whip on us if we refuse. I could take it but if he went to work on you I'd cave in a heartbeat. We have to keep our minds focused throughout the process so it doesn't affect us."

Bonnie suggested a psalm or a song. "If we sing Holy, Holy, Holy to ourselves all the time the forces of evil won't be able to get in. God will protect us."

Don was not as devout as his wife. He thought to himself, "If God is going to protect us He's a little late to the proceedings." But for lack of any alternative Don suggested that they try it.

Bonnie looked again at the ring finger on her left hand.

"What do you suppose they did with our rings?" She asked wistfully

Don decided not to sugar coat it. "By now the gold has been melted down and the diamonds re-cut. They could be anything now from use in industrial purposes to even jewelry for someone who has no idea of the gold's history."

Bonnie sighed sadly and said. "When we get out of this will you buy me a new diamond ring?"

"Sure baby, as big as you want!"

That made Bonnie smile. The first smile Don had seen her flash since their ordeal began. Some time later the Master returned.

"How are my slaves this evening? He asked.

Don shot back. "We are NOT your slaves. There is a way out of this cage and we will find it."

"That's rather a bold statement coming from a man who has no idea where he is or how long he has been a captive. A man who was sucking my cock just a few hours ago." Stated the Master

"Go to Hell!" Spat Don .

The Master laughed. "Look around you man. Look at yourself and your bride. IF there IS a Hell you and the former Mrs. are IN IT!" 

Don just scowled. 

The Master said. "Presently you will be fed. This is not so bad a place as far as meals go. Three squares a day. If you choose to not eat, food will be forced down your throat and the end result will be the same. After you have eaten you will have a new training session. The female is pulling a train later this evening and the male will have an unknown number of guys enter his back door. After that, a bit of exercise, extensive mental training and a return to your cells for a rest. The drug dosages you both are on will be gradually tapered down. By the end of your training my voice or the voice of anyone in authority over you will be sufficient inducements for you to behave as ordered. It will be fun to watch. It ALWAYS is!"

Bonnie began crying. "Please let us go. We won't tell anyone what happened to us." She began wailing loudly.

"There is no place for tears in your new life slave!" Yelled the Master. He approached Bonnie's cage wielding the whip. With amazing dexterity he waved the whip between the bars and quickly cracked it several times just millimeters before Bonnie"s face. The shock and fear quickly led Bonnie to stifle her outburst.

"Several general rules need to be addressed now. Said the master. "One. There will be no whining and no emotional outbursts the only time those are permitted you are during training or torture as part of training. Two Obedience will be instantaneous. Three. You shit and piss in only the assigned spots, fouling your cell results in punishment. Four. We will provide for the female to take care of her feminine needs, but through our observations of your habits we believe her period is about three weeks away. Five. You will answer all of our questions, We are under no obligation to answer yours.'

With that the second meal of the day arrived. Don was about to dump his when he heard the Master state. "Refusal to eat results in punishment of your partner. I start with the whip. Then I get really nasty.". 

Dejectedly Don and Bonnie began to eat. Despite its spicy nature the food was quite delicious. Again the couple felt the oncoming buzz. It lit their senses like LSD (Don had experimented with the drug before his conversion,) Don intended to protest. Instead he allowed the masked handlers to lead him from his cell. Desperate to hold on to his faculties he began humming and praying to himself, trying to focus on anything. Don had one moment of lucidity. He was aware that at one point he was sucking a cock while another man entered his ass, When he awoke back in his cell. Everything else was a sea of languid images.

Bonnie awoke with an audible gasp. When Don asked her what was wrong she said. "I think that I have been a very bad girl Don. What I remember is not very complimentary to my morals, God help me Don I can remember laughing with contentment and moaning with pleasure. I feel like a slut."

Don assured her that whatever happened he would never stop loving her. However he remembered the Master's words. He knew that his wife, like himself, had been fucked quite a lot this day. He also knew that he could feel his grip on reality slipping away. To Don's consternation the more he tried to focus on his identity and the world he knew, the more elusive and hazy they became.

The days sped by.

Both Don and Bonnie quickly lost track of the passage of time. Eventually Don became aware only that someone he was once fond of occupied the cell across the way. He began to resent the time he spent in the cell because it kept him away from the cock he craved. Don was most fond of the Master's tool. He loved to suck it. Nothing was sweeter than man seed. Occasionally he serviced women. It was a present experience but doing men was much more enjoyable. Aside from sucking one having one up his ass was a profoundly enjoyable experience.

Bonnie eventually hungered only for pleasure. She loved cocks in all forms and all colors and she loved pussy as well. All that mattered to her were orgasms. Either giving them or receiving them nothing else was important. She would crawl on the floor and beg Master for the privilege of sucking his cock or fucking him, either ass or pussy both got her off. She became an apt pupil of the Master and he considered her some of his finest work.

Exactly one and a half month after The Henderson's plane had disappeared over the Caribbean two small ads appeared in select electronic mail boxes in various corners of the globe. The buyers had to attend the auction in person but that was a minor matter, The interested parties were all extremely well heeled. There were Mideastern oil dynasty members, Russian "business men", Swiss bankers, Wall Street financiers, Internet billionaires all with the desire to own the ultimate accessory. Of course it could not be shown off like a supermodel on your Armani sleeve but it was more loyal, more ferocious in bed, and fully compliant. It needed to be fed, bathed and exercised. Aside from that it cared only for you and your pleasure. Like a wife could never or would never be. To the men so inclined the lure of a perfect stud was a powerful intoxicant. He would never tire or complain and was always eager to please.

The auction was in a small hotel in Paris. Don and Bonnie had new identities that would get them through border security in any first, second, or third world country. With the right amount of money anything can be purchased. As the buyers entered their purchasing stalls they received catalogs of the merchandise. Bonnie never looked more fetching than she did in these photos. The short biography gave her correct age of 27 . her measurements, and pointed out that she was a fertile female who had never been bred. It listed her native language as English but pointed out that she had been trained to respond to basic commands in French, German, Russian, Arabic, and Spanish. The minimum bid was 18 million.

Don looked ruggedly handsome in his photograph. There were closeups of his face and his private parts. All of his dimensions were listed. His training had actually taken off some more of his body fat so that in the photos he rippled like a movie muscle man. His bio was much the same as Bonnie's save it took two years off of his real age of 28. Bidding for Don started at 11 million. 

There were four other slaves to be bid on that night. There was an Algerian couple and a pair of French Canadians. The scarcity of the product guaranteed a high price and the high risk of investment, There were fifteen bidders so at least eleven would go home unhappy. Until the next sale that it is of course.

Because Bonnie had sparked the most interest before the event her sale was saved for last. The Algerian Male was offered first. He was handsome and well muscled. His caramel colored skin was luminous in the spotlights. His body was hairless and he strode about the stage with a regal almost proud bearing. He was sold for 14 million to the owner of a Russian internet start up.

The Algerian female, who a short time ago, had been the sister of the male, brought a great deal of interest. She was five feet two and petite everywhere. She strode about the stage as if she were born to it. In the end she sold for 22 million to an American entrepreneur who had been born in France.

The Canadians were sold next. The male was rather short and stocky, although it was a build that appealed to some. He had black hair and deep black eyes. He sold just above his list price at 11 million dollars.

The French Canadian female was a real stunner. Her long red hair cascaded down her back. Like Don she retained a postage stamp size rectangle of pubic hair . Proving that her scarlet tresses were natural. She stood five feet six, the same height as Bonnie, and was in spectacular shape. Her appearance on the stage brought out cheers in a way that the previous product had not. She and the short stocky man had been on what she considered the worst date of her life when they had been abducted. The only thing bringing down her price was the obvious Ceaserian scar high on her abdomen. 

Despite this flaw she netted 30 million, She was sold to an Arab oil sheik. 

Don hit the stage next. There was appreciative applause as he strode around in his birthday suit. His muscle attracted whistles and cat calls, The bidding was hot and heavy. Don was made to do some sit ups and push ups on the stage, a gesture that was greatly appreciated. 

In the end Don was sold for 26 million dollars to a gay Spanish industrialist. The first thing Don's new owner did was have the postage stamp shaved off. As this happened, he saw the next item of merchandise arrive. He thought as he looked at her, 'quite nice if you're into females' as Bonnie hit the stage. But Don was almost salivating at the thought of servicing his new owner and was soon on his knees giving an award-winning blow job.

Bonnie's body had been oiled so that it glistened under the spotlights. She had been instructed to strut and strut she did. With the poise and bearing of a high fashion model Bonnie strode across the stage. She was naked except for 4" black patent pumps and a string of pearls that hung between her enticing breasts. Bonnie held her hands behind her head, thrusting her proud breasts forward and showing her nipples hard with excitement. She turned slowly to show her shapely bottom, and as she did so, slapped each cheek hard, causing gasps of excitement from the audience. She then turned again and spread her legs, going into a slow back-bend, revealing her smooth shaven pussy now glistening with her dew.

As the audience erupted with cheers, whistles and shouts of appreciation, the Master smiled to himself, thinking, 'that little exhibition would have added at least 5 million to her price'. This is what all of the other bidders had been waiting for. Bonnie also looked like she could easily bear many children. Slave children were beyond desirable because legally they did not exist and on the black market could bring in millions. Many of the bidders looked upon Bonnie as an investment. Once purchased, she would earn money for her buyer as a prime breeder. 

The slave owner network was close knit. Breeding programs were one of their most prized yet most elaborate secrets. Bonnie was not one body on that stage she was a mother of at least three or four, She was in other words the slave bonanza.

Bonnie quickly sailed past her reserve price. When the gavel fell at last, she had been sold to the largest Brazilian investor in South American Hydro-electricity projects. Bringing light to the Amazon Indians had made him a billionaire, he gladly paid 40 million for Bonnie. The woman who had been Bonnie Henderson was taken immediately to her new owner's purchasing stall where, on his order, she fell on her knees, crawled to him, opened his pants and gave him a hot, wet blow job. She brought him to a roaring eruption that Bonnie took without spilling a single drop.

If anyone who had known Bonnie Henderson just two months ago could have seen her now, they would never have recognized Her. Not in a thousand years."

After the sale the Master sat with his huge cut of the proceedings. He had made enough money for three lifetimes but his job meant more to him than just money. He considered himself a serious artist." I work on psyches the way other men work in clay or oils ." He would tell his investors and his partners. He didn't have to, of course, but he sincerely believed that he would continue in this job even if he never earned another paycheck.




Second Honeymoon



Postscript - A Year later 

Don, who was renamed Doug settled into domestic bliss with his industrialist. His owner/lover had invested in Spanish lessons for Don and made him exercise regularly. He was delighted to discover that Don knew how to play golf. They were often on the course where Don knew better than to win. Although he considered castration for Don, the industrialist did not like how that looked. However to protect himself from the maids who were all taken with Don's good looks; the industrialist did order a vasectomy for his slave. That made his maids happy and made no difference to Don.

Bonnie was renamed simply Mel, the Portuguese word for honey. Her owner enjoyed her charms for seven moths and then began the process of breeding her. Keeping it in the country the Hydro-power maven knew of a fellow Brazilian with a large African slave he used as a stud service. It was decided that the two would make very beautiful children that would be very valuable in the Brazilian market. After deciding on a stud fee and the dispensation of any children that issued. the two owners watched with delight and filmed for posterity the mating of their slaves. The films themselves were a nice source of income for the slave owners as Bonnie was quite passionate and vocal. After two months of regular intercourse Bonnie was pregnant. Her Owner was beyond delight when he received word from the gynecologist that she was carrying twin girls.



Second Honeymoon



When Gerry and I got married, both of us had jobs but almost no vacation, so for a honeymoon we simply went to a resort near where we lived, stayed for a weekend, screwed non-stop, and reported to work the next Monday. We promised ourselves at the time that we'd do a second honeymoon soon, more relaxed and maybe at a more exotic location.

For the next six years we did well at our jobs, receiving promotions and raises earlier than we had hoped for, but somehow the opportunity for that second honeymoon never presented itself. Gerry and I were still madly in love; we almost never argued and the sex was still great. But I began feeling more and more that I'd like some more spice in our lives. Of course I didn't tell Gerry that, because I didn't want to give him the impression that I wasn't happy with my life or my marriage. On the contrary, everything was going great. Maybe too great; our marriage didn't seem to have quite the challenge I'd expected. We were both in our 20's and with both of us working long hours, we weren't ready for kids, yet.

Even though I hadn't said a word about my ennui, Gerry seemed to sense it; or maybe he just felt the same. One evening when we were both home from work and sipping our cocktails, he told me he thought the time had come to take that second honeymoon we had promised ourselves. He would pick the place, he said, but I was to pick the time (mainly because I had to ask for leave from work). He kept our destination a secret, to surprise me. The only thing he would tell me was that I should bring my sexiest bikini and I wouldn't be needing warm clothes or anything formal.

I arranged to take a week off, toward the end of the summer. In the intervening weeks, I did everything I could think of to find out where Gerry had booked our vacation. I even looked on his laptop once, when he left it on his desk while he went to the bathroom; but he must have made all the arrangements from his computer at work, or else he buried the confirmations pretty deep, because I couldn't find them. Clearly, I would have to resort to other tactics.

As the Germans in those awful World War II flicks used to say, "Ve haff our vays."

One evening, I prepared his favorite dish, made us both a couple of martinis and served the dinner with a bottle of expensive wine. By the time dinner was over, Gerry was clearly a little tipsy, even slurring his words a little. But despite numerous efforts on my part to steer the conversation to our upcoming vacation, he didn't even give me a clue. After dinner, Gerry helped me clear the table and we stood by the sink, rinsing dishes and loading the dishwasher. I was also tipsy, of course, having kept up with Getty all evening, and feeling frustrated.

"We are going on this second honeymoon, aren't we?" I asked.

"Of course we are; I promised."

"Well, you haven't said anything about where we're going, and I'm dying of curiosity. If I don't know, how will I know what to pack? For example, what if I bring my burka and we're not going to an Arab country?"

He laughed. "Well, first off, you don't own a burka, so I think we're safe, there. And second, what's the point of having a secret if I tell it to you?"

"So, not an Arab country? I mean, if it is an Arab country, then I'll have to buy a burka."

"OK, you figured it out: Not an Arab country."

"Well, that sure narrows it down. Is it in the Western Hemisphere? If so, I won't have to put sleeping pills in my carry-on because we probably won't be flying overnight."

"Not another hint. Not one word."

I turned to him, put my arms around him, and gave him a deep kiss. When we broke off, somewhat out of breath, I said, "You're so good to me, Gerry. I love you."

"Hmmm ...," he replied, "Trying to bribe the answer out of me? Well, I suppose I might give a hint, for the right inducement."

Without a word, I dropped to my knees and pulled down his zipper. "So, your favorite meal and fine wine wasn't enough of a bribe? How about this?" I reached through the fly of his pants, into his shorts and wrapped my hand around his cock.

"Well, it's a start."

"And ... how about this?" I asked, pulling his cock out of his pants and flicking the tip with my tongue. 

"I think that might be the right general approach."

Gerry has a large cock, I'd guess about 7 inches long flaccid and at least 9 inches long when hard, as it was fast becoming as I fondled it. He's circumcised, and when he's really hard the knob flares out, which has its uses when it rubs against my g-spot. All in all, I'm quite happy with my hubby's equipment, but blow jobs are a challenge; it's all I can do to get my mouth around him. That night, I started by just licking up and down the shaft, giving little tongue flicks right under the knob, where he's the most sensitive.

His cock hardened rapidly. I put the big knob in my mouth and sucked hard, cupping his big balls in one hand while pumping the shaft with the other. I was getting into it, when I remembered what I was trying to accomplish, here. I pulled away from his cock and settled back onto my haunches. Still holding his hardon in my hand, I asked, "So, will it be an overnight flight?"

"That's not a big enough bribe," he laughed. "Maybe if you suck on me a little longer ..."

"Or maybe if I don't," I said, dropping my hand from his cock and watching it bob in front of him like a dashboard toy. A drop of pre-cum fell to the floor.

"OK, you've got me," he said. "An overnight flight, it is."

"Ahah!" I said, taking him in my hand again and squeezing another drop of pre-cum out of the tip. "So, Europe?"

"That's all you're going to get out of me," he replied, "Even if it costs me one of your fantastic blowjobs."

"Oh, baby," I mock whined. "Are you sure?" I opened my mouth wide and took his big knob in my mouth. As I sucked, I worked the tip of my tongue into his pee hole, then ran it down the underside of the knob. I felt his balls with my hand, then ran my fingers along his skin to his anus.

"I'm ... sure," he moaned, pulling my head toward him. I ran my lips down the shaft until my mouth and throat were completely filled with him. His musky scent made me even hornier, and I attacked his big cock, pulling back and thrusting forward so I was fucking him with my mouth. The smooth, soft knob felt good sliding along my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I could only get about half of his length in, but I had both hands wrapped around the base of his cock and was pumping them up and down the lower part of the shaft. I felt the familiar tingle in my crotch, and redoubled my efforts.

He seemed to get even harder, and was making little grunting noises as he met my motions with thrusts of his own. I could tell he was almost about to cum, and thought for a moment of simply bringing him off in my mouth. But I knew that after all that alcohol my darling husband wouldn't be worth much to me after he came, and I needed that big cock in me. I reached down to the elastic waist of my skirt and pulled my skirt and panties down over my bottom. Then in one motion I pulled my mouth off Gerry's cock, stood, turned around, and bent over, putting one hand on the counter edge.

"Fuck me," I pleaded, reaching the other hand between my legs to guide him in.

"Don't you want me to ..."

I interrupted him. I didn't want him to feel me up, or lick me, or whatever he was about to propose. "No, dammit, I don't. I'm so hot. I just need you to fuck me." I was now rubbing my palm over my clit and labia, building my excitement even more. My hand was slippery with lubricant. My vagina ached with desire. God, I thought, if he doesn't put that thing in me, I'll just cum on my own. 

"... tell you where we're going on vacation?" he finished his sentence.

"Yes! I mean, no! I mean, fuck me, dammit!" I pleaded. It occurred to me that I had lost track of my original goal, but by now I didn't care.

He pushed the tip of his cock into my hand and I guided it into the entrance to my slippery hole. He slid in smoothly and started to pump. God, it felt good! I continued to rub my clit while enjoying the sensation of his flared knob stroking the entire length of my vagina, at one moment filling me completely, at the next, rubbing against the tender nerve endings just inside my hole.

I could feel the orgasm coming from deep in my center, radiating out, consuming me, my vagina on fire, my breasts aching, my hand moving ever faster on my clit. "Oh, God, yes! Yes! Yes!" I cried, as I pushed back to meet his every thrust.

The orgasm flooded over me, and I sagged against the counter. But Gerry wasn't finished yet, and kept plunging into me. After only three or four strokes, I could feel another orgasm building in me. Here it came, washing over me like a wave. My cries got louder and louder, and I think maybe became incoherent. I could feel my vagina muscles contracting and then I felt my clear liquid squirting out around the cock that filled my hole. Just as I thought I couldn't stand it, I felt Gerry's cock expand and harden even more. Amazingly, instead of dying out, my orgasm rose to a new crescendo just as I heard Gerry grunt and felt his hot semen filling me.

My knees suddenly felt too weak to hold me, and I sagged down, still holding the counter's edge for support. I wanted Gerry's cock to stay in me, but it slipped out.

"Oh, God," I whispered. "That was fantastic. I love you so much."

"Croatia," he replied, and we stumbled off to bed.

Croatia? I barely knew where it was. But a few minutes with my handy friends Google and Wikipedia and I was an expert, more or less. Croatia is just east of Italy; the two countries are mostly separated by the Adriatic Sea. Apparently one of Gerry's colleagues at work had grown up in Croatia and was continually crowing about how magnificent the Adriatic coast was, with its sun, beautiful beaches and crystal-clear blue water. So Gerry had booked a room at a little seaside hotel on the northern part of that coast, near the border with Slovenia. My vacation time finally came, and we flew overnight from Kennedy to Heathrow, connecting with a flight to Trieste, Italy. We rented a car, crossed the borders into Slovenia and then into Croatia without any difficulties, and drove down the coast to the little town where we were staying.

Our second-floor room was sunny and clean. It had, in addition to the king-size bed, a nice lunch area, with a round table and four chairs. The room had French doors opening onto a spacious balcony with a panoramic view of the Adriatic Sea, and a nice little breeze flowed in, stirring the curtains and cooling the room. Not-very-good paintings of Mediterranean fishing villages were hung on the walls. There was a spacious bathroom with a huge, old-fashioned bathtub on claw feet, in addition to the shower stall. I eyed the tub, which had to be at least 10 feet long, and thought about taking a long hot soak, but in the end I opted instead for a shower. I didn't even unpack my things, just grabbed my toilet kit, stripped, peed and got into the shower. Standing there letting the hot water course down my back, I could feel my entire body relax. The trip had actually gone smoothly, but still, I was tired of traveling and happy to be at our destination. The hotel was perfect for us; much nicer, in fact, than the expensive resort where we had spent our first honeymoon. Despite my fatigue I felt happy and, I realized, sexy. I thought with pleasant anticipation about Gerry and what he and I were going to do on that big bed. Gerry is a big guy in all ways, from physical size (over 6' tall, 200 lbs.) to his personality and sexual appetite. He keeps himself fit by swimming and bicycling. He has dark hair, combed back but with one lock that seems to go astray and fall across his forehead in a sexy kind of way. He's one of those self-assured people who does everything well and doesn't seem to care about it. Sometimes I think Gerry has discovered the real secret to success: throw away all the self-help books and simply live life to the max. As far as I could tell, he's never had any real career goals -- yet he had risen from lowest-level associate to junior partner of the hedge fund he works at, just in the six years we'd been married. I'm 5'6", slim, with firm C-cup breasts. My ass is a little big, but Gerry always says he likes it that way. At the time of our second honeymoon I went to the gym at least three times a week and played tennis a couple of times a week, so, I thought as I soaped my body, I was in pretty good shape, considering. I noticed that my nipples were erect from thinking about Gerry. I lathered my breasts and rubbed the nipples with my thumbs. Shivers ran down my stomach and congregated in my crotch. I rinsed my breasts off and soaped my stomach, causing even more delicious ripples. This was nice, I thought. A hot shower, thoughts of sex, and an always-horny husband just the other side of the door! I soaped and scrubbed my legs and feet, then turned my attention to my crotch. Sure enough, my cunt was slippery with anticipation. I stuck two fingers into my hole and then slid them up to my clit, pulling the hood back and gently spreading my own lubricant on it. God, that felt good! I returned my fingers to my pussy and did it again.

I pulled the skin of my pubic area up with one hand to expose the nub of my clit, and barely touched the exposed tip with my middle finger. The shivers multiplied and ran over my entire body. My legs began to feel a little weak. I leaned against the wall, my body warmed by the hot water running over it as well as by the sensations I was feeling in my groin. I realized that I'd gone beyond the point of no return. I felt the familiar waves of sensation spreading through my body, building slowly but surely to an orgasm. I put my hand down to my cunt again, but this time I shoved all my fingers into myself and pumped, my palm rubbing against my clit on each thrust. I fantasized Gerry's big dick pounding into me, and it was only a moment before my orgasm was upon me. With a moan, I succumbed to it. To sustain the feeling just a little longer, I turned toward the shower, pulled my outer lips all the way back and let the warm water run over my exposed clit. The sensation sent me over the edge one more time. After a moment to recover, I quickly washed up my sopping crotch, turned off the water and stepped out. Gerry was standing in front of the sink, shaving. I wondered if he had heard the sounds of my cumming and felt a little embarrassed. He knows I sometimes masturbate, and in fact we occasionally masturbate in front of each other, but still, I felt a little awkward. Then he turned toward me with a smile, and I could see from the big erect cock he sported that he knew what had just happened.

"Hi love," he said. "If you're done, can I jump into the shower, now?" "Well, I'm not sure I'm done, exactly," I grinned, "but be my guest. Want me to help you wash?" I reached out and stroked his hardon gently to clarify my meaning -- as if I had to do that! "No, that's OK. Why don't you wait for me in that bed? I won't be a moment."

I went out into the bedroom and pulled the covers off it. Then I lay across the bed, spread my legs and gently massaged my clit. Having one orgasm doesn't tire me out -- it makes me hot for another. And I knew that was what I was about to get.

True to his word, Gerry reappeared shortly in his bath towel. For a moment he gazed lovingly at my nude body. Then he dropped the towel and climbed onto the bed alongside me. His cock was now almost flacid, so I pushed him over onto his back and took it in my hand as I planted a long, slow but passionate kiss on his lips. Slowly, I ran my lips down his neck and across his chest to his nipples, teasing each one as I felt his cock grow in my hand. Still moving slowly, I slid down until I could smell the familiar male odor of my man. I breathed in deeply, savoring his smell and thinking loving thoughts. Then I moved to his cock and sucked it down my throat. He loves it when I do that. I held it there a little. Then I slowly pulled him out, sucking the whole time. It came out with a pop, and I licked around the head. Gerry moaned and a drop of clear pre-cum appeared in the little slit at the end of his cock. I licked it up, savoring its slightly salty taste. It was now hard as rock, and I could barely get my mouth around it. But that didn't matter; I wanted it in my hot pussy.

Gerry started to turn around into a 69 position, but I pushed him onto his back and quickly straddled him. I reached down, slipped him into me and eased down slowly, driving that wonderful cock deep into my cunt. "Mmmmm.... Oh, yes," I moaned. I rocked my hips, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone and feeling his cock moving forward and back inside me. Pretty soon I could feel my orgasm building again. I thrust my hips harder and faster, and Gerry grabbed the bits of fat on my hips, helping me thrust my hips and increasing the sensation for me. I was crying out now, almost out of my mind with lust!

"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes! Oh, God! Gerry! Gerry!" I screamed as wave after wave of my orgasm passed over me. After I had come down to earth I rolled off Gerry's supine body. His cock was still hard, and I realized that in my ecstasy I hadn't noticed that Gerry wasn't cumming along with me. "Poor baby," I said. "Do you want me to help you out, here?"

"Actually, you can owe me one," he replied, kissing me lightly and rolling off the bed. "I'm famished. Let's get something to eat."

We found a nice little seafood restaurant right on the main square. It was only about 6 PM, early for dinner, and the restaurant was empty. The headwaiter guided us to a nice table with a view of the square and we ordered a bottle of local wine, which turned out to be quite good. While we were examining the menu, another couple came into the restaurant. They were about our age or a little older, fit, good-looking and smiling. We heard the guy asking whether the restaurant was open for dinner, and almost laughed out loud at his strong Southern drawl. "You sound like an American," Gerry said. "Where are you from?" "Texas," came the reply. "And you-all?"

"Wisconsin, originally. But right now we live in New York. Look, as fellow Americans abroad, would you like to join us for dinner?"

"Well," the guy drawled, "we hate to interfere with your meal."

"No interference at all," said Gerry smoothly, standing and holding a chair for the woman. She was blonde and petite, small-breasted and compact. Maybe an athlete, I thought?

"Well, that's good of you," she said. "By the way, my name's Sue, and this is Tom." She held out her hand to me. "I'm Andrea," I told her, shaking her hand. "And this is my husband, Gerry."

As Sue took Gerry's hand, I could see she was blushing. She was clearly having trouble maintaining her composure, and when she looked at her husband, they both burst into laughter. "We're sorry," Tom said. "We're not laughing at you. It's just that we heard Gerry's name mentioned recently ..."

I suddenly remembered shrieking out my husband's name when I was at the peak of my orgasm. The windows had been open and the other couple must have heard me. This time it was my turn to blush!

"We're staying at the same hotel you are, I guess," Tom continued. "In the next room, actually."

"Well," I replied, recovering, "at least you didn't hear me from the street."

"No, it wasn't that loud," Tom reassured me. But he gave me a very considering look.

We had a wonderful dinner, with two bottles of wine and brandy afterward. It was getting dark by the time we walked back to the hotel together, and, as frequently happens, the women paired up while the two men trailed behind. I could hear them talking about the upcoming football season. Sue said quietly to me, "I'm sorry about recognizing Gerry's name. I hope we didn't embarrass you too much."




Second Honeymoon



"No, not at all."

"You sounded very ... excited. Do you always cry out like that?"

"Not that loud, I guess; but I'm definitely pretty vocal. This time, I was really turned on. Being in a strange place, and everything."

"I got pretty excited just hearing you," she confessed. "I hope you don't mind my saying that."

"No, actually it kind of turns me on to think you guys were listening."

We turned in at the hotel door where we were met by the proprietor. "Here you all are," he beamed. "I have a little something for both of you." With which, he pulled two bottles off the shelf. "This is a kind of local slivovitz," he explained, "but better than what they usually sell to tourists. It's courtesy of the house."

"Well, we'll have to try this," Gerry said to our new friends. "Do you two want to join us in our room for a little nightcap?"

"We'd love to," Tom said, and Sue agreed happily. The slivovitz lived up to its fiery reputation, but was quite good and very smooth. We sat around the little table for more than two hours, exchanging stories and opinions. I felt right at home with Tom and Sue, and Gerry, well, Gerry gets along with everybody. At one point, the conversation got around to "Texas Hold 'em" poker. Gerry and I had never played, and Tom offered to show us how the game worked. "Just a minute while I run to our room and get some cards," he said. "Good idea," I replied. "Meanwhile, I'll go to the little girls' room." As I peed, I wondered what the Texas Hold'em demonstration was leading up to. Surely not a money game. A game of strip poker? I rolled the thought over in my mind and realized I found it kind of exciting. I decided I wasn't going to be the one to suggest it, but I sure wasn't going to object if somebody else did.

Tom returned with a deck of cards and we all sat around the table while he explained the game. It seemed pretty simple, and he offered guidelines about when to bet and when not to. Gerry and I both knew the order of poker hands, and that helped a lot. We played a few hands just for fun, pretending that we had chips to bet. Then Tom said the half-expected words.

"Why don't we play some strip poker?" he asked. "Sure," agreed Gerry. "What do you women think?" he asked.

"I'm all in!" Sue exclaimed. "Andrea?"

"What the hell," I said, feigning reluctance. "I'll join in, I suppose." I could feel my heart beating faster. What would Tom and Sue look like, naked? What would happen then?

"Here's what I propose," said Tom. "We're not wearing all that much to start out with, so let's say, there's only one blind, of one article each hand. We bet verbally, and pay up at the end of each hand."

"Do we get to bet the clothing we've won from other people?" Gerry asked. "And if we win it back, can we put it back on?"

"Gerry," I pointed out, "if the point of this game was to play poker, we would have used pennies or something. I'd say, once an article of clothing is off, it stays off."

Amidst general laughter, we all agreed to leave lost clothing out of the game. The four of us sat down around the table and Tom dealt the cards out. I was the blind. Sue and I folded immediately, leaving the two men in. Eventually, Gerry lost two pieces of clothing. He pushed his chair back and pulled off his shoes. I took one shoe off and put it behind me.

The deal passed to me; Gerry was the blind. I again folded, but Gerry, Tom and Sue had good hands, and by the end each of the three had bet two more items of clothing. Sue won with three of a kind. That brought Gerry down to his shirt and boxers and Tom down to shirt and trousers (neither men had been wearing socks). Sue was "best dressed" so far, with only her shoes off, while I was now down to bra, skirt and panties. That changed on the next hand. I won, and Sue lost her blind plus two more articles of clothing. She didn't call me at the end of the hand, and I suspected she had lost intentionally in order to stay more or less even with the rest of us in the disrobing process. She was now in bra and skirt, just like me. Each of the men had lost one article of clothing.

Gerry pulled his shirt up over his head, showing off his nice pecs. Sue definitely noticed them, and I saw her glance down at his shorts, but they were too baggy to show anything. Tom followed suit, leaving himself dressed in trousers and whatever he had underneath.

It was Tom's turn to ante up an article of clothing, then he lost the hand to Gerry. Sue lost one more article of clothing and I lost nothing, having folded my original hand. "You first," Tom told his wife. Sue stood and reached behind her to unfasten her bra, then shrugged it off her shoulders, exposing beautiful B-cup breasts with nipples fully extended. I wondered if that was from being turned on, but maybe not -- some women's nipples are always "out". I also wondered why she hadn't taken off her skirt first, rather than exposing her breasts. Maybe she just wanted to move the game along?

"Well, big boy," Sue said to her husband with a grin, "Now it's your turn." Tom stood and unbuckled his jeans, then slowly pulled the zipper down. "I'm afraid I went commando tonight," Tom said, as he started to pull his pants down. Sure enough, he was wearing nothing underneath. He pulled the open fly down to the top of his penis and hesitated. I stared at the smooth shaven skin just above the root of his cock. Then, with a little wiggle of his hips, he slid his pants down around his ankles. His cock was nice-sized, though not nearly as big as Gerry's, and uncircumcised. His pubic area and balls were completely shaven. As I had guessed, he had the body of an athlete, perfectly proportioned and all muscle, no fat. Not at all shy, he stood for a moment to let us all get a look at him naked, then sat down at the table. "What are we going to do now?" asked Sue. "Is Tom out of the game?"

"No, that's no fun," Gerry said. "I'll tell you what: After each hand, the winner gets to tell anybody who's naked, something to do. If he or she doesn't want to do it, they just say so."

Well, I thought -- that could take us past the awkward question of what to do after we're nude, all right. We all agreed, and Tom dealt the next hand. I won the hand, and immediately turned to Gerry. "Time to show and tell," I said.

Gerry stood. He waited a moment, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts. Very slowly, he eased the shorts down, past the root of his cock, then down its length, inch by slow inch, until it finally popped out. Gerry wasn't hard, but he wasn't completely soft either. Sue took in a quick breath as she stared at Gerry's cock.

Then he sat down. "You've got to give Tom an assignment," he pointed out to me.

"OK, Tom, kiss Sue for 20 seconds."

Tom stood, walked around the table, bent over and began a torrid, deep kiss with his wife. After a few seconds, he put his right arm around her back and placed his left hand on her breast, tweaking her nipple with his fingers. She let out a little moan and renewed her attack on his lips. "Time!" said Gerry. As he returned to his chair, I noticed Tom was now sporting a very nice boner. Tom won the next hand, costing Sue another article of clothing. She stood at her place, undid her skirt, and dropped it to the floor without ceremony. There was a hush in the room as we all realized why she had taken her bra off before, rather than her skirt -- she had not been wearing any panties. Her pubic region was shaved except for a thin line of hair directly above her slit. She sat down immediately.

"But Gerry lost, too," Tom said. "Now I get to tell Gerry something to do. " He thought for a moment. "What's fair for one is fair for all. French-kiss your wife for 30 seconds."

With a smile, Gerry stood and came over where I sat. On an impulse, I leaned over, took his half-erect cock in my hand, and popped the tip into my mouth.

"No fair!" Tom cried. You're supposed to be French kissing!"

I had to pull my husband's cock from my mouth to respond. "You never said anything about where I was to kiss him," I pointed out. "But OK, have it your way." I stood, moved into Gerry's arms and opened my mouth. He pulled me to him as he responded, his cock pressing against my tummy. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him even tighter against me, then wriggled against his cock. He moaned into my mouth.

"Time!" cried Tom. "Next hand."

The next hand, everybody dropped out as soon as Sue bet. That theoretically cost Gerry his ante, but of course he had no more clothes to take off. "So, Sue, what do you want Gerry to do?" Tom asked.

"Gerry, I want you to come over here and feel my tits for 30 seconds," she said. Nobody said anything and nobody moved. This was the first request that hadn't involved spouses, and Gerry clearly didn't know how to proceed.

"Go ahead," said Tom. There's no harm in that." So Gerry stood, walked over to Sue and began fondling her breasts. This put his cock at eye level for her, and she stared directly at it while he massaged her nipples. Her breath was coming in short little gasps and I could see her hands move nervously. Was she thinking of reaching up and taking my husband's semi-hard cock in her hand? It sure looked like it.

When the 30 seconds was up, I slipped my bra and panties off. "I was feeling distinctly overdressed," I explained. We all agreed to play just one more hand, with everybody naked. Tom won. "So, I get to tell each of you something to do. Gerry, go over and kiss Andrea again, but this time, fondle her breasts, too. Sue, I noticed you're interested in what Gerry's got down there; while he kisses his wife I want you to give him an erection, using your hands only."

Gerry came over and stood by my chair, leaning half across me. Sue knelt on the floor and reached out to take Gerry's cock in her hand. I gave myself up to the sensation of Gerry's tongue in my mouth and his hands on my breasts.

"Time!" cried Tom. As we broke from the kiss, Sue was straightening up from where she had been. She had accomplished her assignment -- Gerry's cock stood out from his body like a battering ram. "Well, what now?" asked Tom. He was standing by the table, and as I turned to look at him, his cock stood straight out from his crotch, slightly above horizontal. He looked me straight in the eye and made it twitch, without any stimulation. Cool!

"I know," said Gerry, "Let's all take a bath in that huge tub. I'm sure it's big enough for the four of us!"

We trooped into the bathroom. Gerry opened the faucets and the water gushed into the tub. Sue was standing next to Gerry by the tub. Was she holding his cock? I couldn't tell, as he was facing away from me. Tom moved next to me and put his arm around me. I looked up at him and it just seemed natural to raise my lips to his. He was a great kisser.

The sound of running water stopped and Gerry said, "I'll get in first, at this end. Sue, sit between my legs facing away from me. Then Tom, sit between her legs. Andrea's at the other end." He slid into the water, and Gerry and Sue quickly followed. As I stepped over to climb into the tub I saw Gerry's arm was around Sue's waist, his hand in the general region of her crotch. For some reason, the whole scene turned me on.

My only problem was, where to sit? Clearly there was no space between any of the others, and Tom was sitting Indian fashion, with his legs crossed almost at the end of the tub. The only place to sit was facing him, between him and the faucets, so I did so, putting my legs outside his body. I suspended myself by my arms and slowly began to sink down into the hot water. The next thing I knew, the bulb of Tom's cock was inside my cunt lips, right at the entrance to my vagina. I hadn't forgotten his hard cock, but had somehow assumed that it would end up between our bellies, not in my twat. "Sure you did," I can hear Dr. Freud saying.

If I just continue lowering myself into the water, I thought, Tom will be inside me. How good it would feel to have that rock-hard, pulsing cock in my hot cunt! Even as that thought occurred to me I decided not to risk my good marriage on a whim. I hunched my pelvis, forcing Tom's penis to slide up my slit, past my tender clit and between our bodies as I sank down and sat on his legs.

Nobody said anything, and I wondered if anybody except Tom and me had noticed how close we had come to actually fucking. Then Tom put his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. I used that motion as a partial cover as I moved my hips in a little jab to force my pelvis against his trapped penis. My clit was now pressed hard against the base of Tom's cock and sending little tremors into my whole body. God, how I wanted that cock in me! Tom moved his lips down, kissing me on my neck as he tweaked my nipples with his fingertips. I looked over his shoulder at the other two. From the motion of his arm, Gerry was rubbing Sue's cunt under the water, and her arm was behind her back, obviously holding onto his prick. Her eyes were closed. Gerry looked at me, a question on his face -- Are you fucking Tom? I frowned and gave just the tiniest shake of my head -- No, dammit. Then I took Tom's head in my hands and gave him a deep, sensual kiss. I loved the pressure of the base of Tom's hard cock against my clit, combined with lashing, probing tongues in each others' mouths. I could feel an orgasm slowly building. Somehow, the inability to move made the sensation of his throbbing cock between our bodies almost unbearable. Finally, it was too much; I gave a little moan and thrust my hips against him in little jabs that made ripples in the water. It wasn't a big, mind-blowing orgasm, just a series of little quakes, but it felt very good. I opened my eyes, looking directly at Gerry. I saw his eyes widen in recognition of what had just happened to me. Abruptly, Sue stood and stepped out of the tub. "That's it for me," she said. "There's only so much titillation I can stand." She took a towel off the rack and began to dry her body.

"I agree," Gerry agreed, stepping out of the tub and standing next to Sue, "I think that's it for me, tonight, too." He started drying himself as Tom and I clambered out of the tub. "What a great time," Tom enthused as he toweled himself off. There was a moment of uncertainty. Had we all crossed a line, even if we hadn't crossed THE line? "I don't know about you guys," Sue said, "but I feel really happy about what happened tonight." To my surprise, she reached down and teased her clit with her fingertip. "But now I'm taking my guy back to our room and fuck his brains out." She wrapped the big towel around her, picked up her discarded clothes and headed for the door. "Coming?" she asked Tom.

"You bet!" he responded, pulling his jeans on over his still-hard cock. "See you-all at breakfast!" he said as he picked up the rest of his clothes and went out the door.

Gerry and I almost ran to the big bed. He was still as hard as a rock. I remembered that I owed him at least one orgasm from that afternoon. I had him lie on his back, then knelt over him and took his cock in my mouth. As I tongued him and pumped him toward an orgasm, I tweaked my clit with my other hand and imagined that Tom's cock was buried in my cunt from behind. We came almost simultaneously, and I wondered if Gerry was imagining fucking Sue as he came. Just as we were stretching out for our night's sleep I heard Sue cry out from the next room. The windows were shut now, so I couldn't make out what she said. But it might have been "Gerry."



Second Honeymoon



Chapter One:

When I was eighteen, my mom and dad decided to take a two week long second honeymoon vacation. They coordinated this with my summer vacation, and I would therefore have the displeasure of spending my holiday with my mom's sister, Ruth. Ruth was married to a farmer named Waldo. Their twin sons, Hans and Dirk, were nineteen years of age. The boys had been named, after their father's German ancestors. 

Waldo was a huge 6'3" man, and looked like your typical farmer Joe, with a full beard. Dirk and Hans took after their father, and both already stood 6'2" tall. Although Waldo was not fat, he was very bulky, and must have weighed 240 lbs. Dirk and Hans already topped the scales at 200 lbs. Dirk and Hans, took after their father, and had dark brown hair, with brown eyes.

I took after my dad, who was 5'9". Unlike my two cousins, I was very slender, and must have seemed like a complete wimp to them. 

My two cousins had been the top wrestlers, at the school that they formally attended. I had only encountered them twice before, and on both occasions, they had scared the shit out of me. Having seen them previously when I was eleven, you can imagine my surprise, when I arrived at the farm to witness their increased bulk. 

These were going to two very difficult weeks. 

Upon my arrival Hans had a fat lip, and Dirk a slightly puffy right eye. I was told by Waldo, that the boys had got stuck into one another two days before; "Because that's what boys did".

The boys both had two three-quarter beds, in their separate bedrooms, and I would spend the first week in Han's room. The second week apparently, I would be staying in Dirk's room. I was sure, that this was a compromise that had been reached in the household, prior to my arrival.

Ruth was virtually a slave to the three men, and was; seen and not heard. Virtually every night, I would hear her yelping in the main room, as according to the boys, "She was being put in her place". I was further assured that, "Women needed to be disciplined". I thought I had arrived in hell. 

Thankfully, my first night went without incident, and I fell asleep once my head hit the pillow. 

My first morning however, turned into a nightmare, when I was informed that due to water scarcity, all the men showered together. Each person would quickly wet themselves, after which the water was turned off. You would then soap and scrub yourself, before the water was turned back on, so you could hastily rinse yourself off. 

The three bodies, before me, were totally stunning. Waldo was hairy, but not overly so. His two boys were already well on their way, to emulating their father. They all had solid bodies, with large hands and huge feet. Rough as their hands were, they were masculine, and stunning. Their feet were magnificent. 

They were all uncut. Waldo's meat was so thick and fat, that it looked like it belonged on a horse. The other two cocks were marginally smaller. My cut cock looked totally out of place, compared to the three huge sausages, flopping about in the shower. The effort it took, not to get a boner was extreme, and thankfully we finished hastily. Soon we were on our way to breakfast.

It was decided, that I would alternate working with each of the guys, on a daily basis. My first day, would be spent with Dirk. He was the broodier of the two boys, and had always been the cousin that frightened me the most. I did as I was told, and contributed as best I could. Naturally, I was no match for the incredible strength of my co-worker. Thankfully he went easy on me, and did not push me too hard. 

After dinner that evening, we were all off to bed shortly after 8pm, as was the tradition with these farming people. Hans' bedroom was next to his parent's bedroom. 

That night Ruth's yelping, was followed by whimpering. Hans informed me, that his mother was being fucked, as the whimpering escalated. He told me, that he couldn't wait for a bitch of his own one day. I pretended to be asleep shortly after. I heard him furiously masturbating a while later, while grunting and groaning.Unfortunately, my head was facing in the opposite direction, and I was reluctant to turn and enjoy the spectacle. 

The following day, after our shower and breakfast ritual, I spent with Hans. He was far more engaging than his brother, and asked personal questions about my parents' sex lives, and my masturbating habits. Naturally, I was somewhat coy, and offered very little information on the subjects. 

Chapter Two:

That evening, the same ceremony as the previous evening was followed, and we were soon in bed after eight. There was no yelping from next door as before, but his parents were clearly having sex, from the grunts, and groans, emanating from their bedroom.

I shortly pretended to be asleep. Before the bedside lamp was turned off, I became aware of Hans sitting on my bed. Before long, I felt his hand caressing my back. I continued to act as if I was asleep. He gently pulled my pyjama pants down, and was soon touching my backside. 

Han's told me that he knew I was awake. He said that my butt looked like a pussy, that he wanted to practice on. Before I could react, my pyjama pants were pulled completely off, and he was on top of me. With his left hand over my mouth, I could feel his erect cock between my cheeks. He put his mouth to my ear, he told me to relax, and shut up. 

I started blubbering, as his moistening penis began rubbing against my butt-hole, and his hand intensified its grasp over my mouth. After a while, I felt him lift himself, before he started guiding his dick-head into my hole, with his right hand. As I began to feel the pressure of his entry, I almost passed out from the pain. 

Han's slowly, and relentlessly, began crossing the threshold, as my sphincter capitulated to his painful invasion. His vicelike grip completely overpowered me, and I knew that I was totally at his command. Before long his infiltration was complete, and I lay still having been totally conquered. 

As the pain started to subside, he removed his hand from my mouth, and asked if I was okay. I groaned my acknowledgement, before I felt him start to rotate his hips, and plow into my backside. Hans started grunting as he intensified his thrusting, while pushing my legs further apart with his knees. 

Han's was now in full stride, and my fantasy, had become a reality. Fortunately, the pain continued subsiding, and soon I was enjoying my anal assault. He kissed my neck and ears, and then pulled my head to the side, to envelop my lips with his mouth. 

As my discomfort totally diminished, I really began enjoying my first sexual experience, blissfully succumbing to his machinations. The episode continued for another ten minutes. I then felt his body go rigid, before he spewed his seed into my eager backside. 

Spent, he lay on top of me for a few minutes, before I enjoyed one last, lingering kiss. This honeymoon had just become a total delight.

The following morning during our shower, I felt Hans insert his finger into my backside, as we paired off to wash each other's backs. I had to restrain myself from gasping, but fortunately, the other two guys did not notice. 

At breakfast however, I did notice what I thought to be a look of acknowledgement, between the two brothers as we ate our food. Dirk kept giving me a knowing look, throughout the meal. 

That day I worked with Waldo, and he was a lot of fun to be with. I had really started liking him, despite his misogynistic attitude towards my aunt. I had also begun to believe, that she was comfortable with her husband's behavior, and maybe that's what worked for them in the bedroom. 

That evening, Dirk joined Hans and me in our bedroom, shortly after we went to bed. To the sounds of a prolonged yelping from next door, it soon became apparent that I was about to experience my first threesome. Dirk suggested that we move through to his bedroom, at the far side of the passage. 

Thankfully, lubrication was introduced, and Dirk immediately entered my backside while I sucked Hans off. Hans was determined, to push his meat all the way down my throat, as I joyfully succumbed to my spit roasting.

Although I gagged like hell initially, I was soon able to relax, and swallow Hans balls-deep. The boys swapped positions, and after a few minutes, I had Dirk's meat, all the way down my throat as well. 

Dirk came first, and I finally got a taste of someone else's cum. Boy, did he shoot. I had to swallow as never before, and can proudly say that I hardly spilt one drop. I cleaned Dirks' cock while Hans continued thrusting into me. Once cleaned, Hans pulled my torso up, before Dirk moved forward on his knees, encasing me between the two guys. 

I felt like the sausage in a huge hot dog. With their arms totally enfolding me, Hans continued fucking my butt, while Dirk passionately kissed me. As Hans started coming, I could feel Dirk's arms manically pulling his bothers backside, towards my arse. 

After the session ended, both cousins lay back on the bed. As they kissed, I cleaned Hans' cock. I soon joined them in a three-way, gob-swapping smooch, before Hans and I returned to our room.

Chapter Three:

The following morning in the shower, both cousins got raging hard-ons. Waldo just laughed, and slapping each one of them on their dicks, commented that it seemed he wasn't the only one getting lucky at night. We all looked embarrassed, but Waldo just slapped my backside, and said that he was happy the boys were getting, some carnal rehearsal. 

That day, Dirk and I had sex twice, during our working schedule. He firstly face-fucked me, and then butt-fucked me the second time. When we went to bed that night, the same procedure from the previous evening was followed. 

All the guys had erections the following morning, in the shower. Waldo's cock was almighty to behold. I couldn't resist, and asked if I could wash it for him. He nodded his assent. Once finished, I got a kiss on my forehead. 

Hans and I emulated the previous day's sex routine, when I worked with him that day. We also had sex twice. With him however, it commenced orally on both occasions, and ended anally. That night, the cousins and I again enjoyed, what had become our nightly threesome. 

In the shower the following morning, I got to wash, all their erect penises. 

I would be working with Waldo that day, and was very interested to see, if he would escalate the shower fun. At around eleven that morning, as we worked in the barn, my curiosity was answered. He thanked me for looking after his boys, and said he hadn't seen them as happy as they were, for a long time. 

Pulling me towards him, Waldo started passionately kissing me. As we kissed he undid his belt, and opened his trousers. As he pushed me to my knees, I knew that I would be put to my biggest test yet, blowing his huge cock. 

He was gentle at first, but soon gripped my head in a vice like hold, and began obsessively face-fucking me. With tears and spit gushing out of me, his dick assaulted my head mercilessly. I was experiencing Waldo's predilection for the rough sex, first hand. 

Waldo started pulling his cock out of my mouth at regular intervals, to slap my face with his huge hands, before forcefully reinserting his dick, into my abused mouth. He also began verbally abusing me, as I spluttered and choked. Before long, I was pulled up and thrown over a bale of hay, after which my pants were pulled down. 

My butt now became the focus of his violence, as he slapped the living shit out of me, while continuing the verbal abuse. Without pause, he pushed his bull-cock straight into my anxious hole, causing excruciating pain. With both his hands on my head, he rode me like a rodeo cowboy. 

My yelping outdid my aunt Ruth's effortlessly, as I squirmed and flailed, under his manic attack. Thankfully, he came rather quickly, before flopping onto me. Strangely, his demeanour then completely changed, as he started licking my ears, and kissing me passionately. 

That evening, my routine with the two boys, continued as before. The following morning, the shower ritual also went to a new level, and took a lot longer than normal. 

The rest of my visit was an on-going fuck-fest, with all three guys. My final night, at the farm, was an orgy of monumental proportions. My aunt had been given a pill that put her out, for the night. 

I could not wait for my next visit, after I left, the following day. Thankfully, I spent many happy times with mom's family, in the ensuing years.