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She Said No

By: MoonHalo



Aah, the warm water feels relaxing, the soap bubbles on top swirling as I lean back, my long red hair pinned atop my head, strands of curls escaping at the sides. Arriving home after a day at work, all I wanted to do was run a bubble bath, light some candles and sink into the warm water. 

My body relaxes as I slip down into the soothing water and my fingers lightly caress my nipples, imagining him standing there watching. Watching and telling me what he wants. "Yes, now touch your pussy for me, make it wet." I imagine him saying as my fingers rub up and down my slit… I open my eyes, not wanting to cum just yet… 

Stepping out of the tub, I grab a towel and dry off… What was that? A bolt of fear hits my spine and charges through my body. I thought I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, but when I glance back, there is nothing there. Wrapping my robe around myself, I decide that I will look. Did I lock the door? Checking the lock, I see that I have, and a feeling of relief washes over me. It must have been just a dance of the candle flame that caught my eye. As I think about the candles, I walk back to snuff them out. 

As I walk through the bedroom doorway, a large hand covers my mouth and my body is yanked back hard against his. An alchemy of fear and rage run through my body as I try to bite the hand that covers my mouth. "No" is all he says as he tightens his grip, crushing my lips against my teeth. I cease my attempt at biting immediately, swearing at myself that it takes just that little threat of strength to be controlled. 

My mind is overwrought, escape plans formulated and just as quickly discarded. He has my arms pinned down, I am trapped against his body. I try to twist my body away, his arm tightens and he chuckles. "I saw you, you need this." He pulls my head to the side and leans down to gently nip my neck with his teeth. 

What is he doing? Oh, god no, if you're going to do it, just take me, don't make me feel… I hear high-pitched whines and realize they are coming from me. "Sshhh, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, just be a good girl and I won't hurt you." I realize then that I am well and truly caught. He has control. I relax infinitesimally, eliciting another chuckle from him. "Now, I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth, and you're not going to scream." It wasn't a question so much as it was an order. I nod my head in the affirmative as he removes his hand. Still tucked against his body, I whisper "Please don't do this, just let me go, I'll never tell."

Silence. Silence, as he bends to place more gentle nips on my neck. "No, please…" My mind rages at my body, silent screams tell me not to feel the heat rising as his hands slide down my waist. "Don't…" as his hands roam back up to cup my breasts, lightly rubbing my nipples. "I won't stop, no matter how much you beg, how hard you cry, I won't stop." Why do those words send a tingle through my body, this can't be real, this can't be happening. I gasp as his fingers slid down my pussy lips, I struggle, he can't, he mustn't feel how wet I am.

He pushes me onto the bed, wresting my robe from my body as he does. I scramble to get off but he is on me, pinning me beneath him. I push at his chest with my hands; he grabs my wrists, slamming them down on the bed beside me. "Stop." Fear wagers with pride and fear wins. I am still, feeling his body on top of mine. Straddling me, he takes my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, twisting to the point of pain. I turn my head and avert my eyes. He turns my head back and says, "Look at me." I nod slowly as he says "Good girl."

He begins to remove his clothes, shirt first. "Don't move." As he gets up to remove his pants, his cock swings free as he draws them down his legs. "I know what you need, I know what you need before you do." He bends down to suck a nipple into his mouth, his tongue moving in circles, then gently nipping with his teeth. I draw air between clenched teeth. "You're wet, aren't you?" I shake my head, as I say "No."

He slips his finger between my pussy lips. "Fucking liar" he says as he feels my wetness. I groan as he slips one finger, then another inside. I have nothing left to hide; he knows that I need this. The beast of desire has replaced the rational and now feeds on his power, his control. His thumb brushes my clit as his fingers continue to move in me. He leans down to suck my nipple into his mouth, licking and nibbling. My pussy arches into his hand, wanting more, needing more. 

"Tell me you want it." I groan with need, not wanting to let him have this last victory. "Tell me, or I'll stop." No, I don't want him to stop, so close, so close. His cock is hard and heavy on my thigh, waiting. "Please, do it, take me, fuck me with that hard cock." I say as I look into his eyes.

I gasp, lost in pleasure and pain, as the thrust of his hips fills me with his thick cock. My nails grip his arms, his back as he slams into my pussy. Pure lust races through my veins as the waves of orgasm bring my body the pleasure it seeks. Waves of ecstasy pour over my body as my pussy contracts, milking his dick. He explodes inside me, the hot cum rushing inside me as I am cumming. His pleasure mixes with mine as he kisses me, tongues dancing in the aftermath.

As we lay on our sides, I say "I like that game…" My boyfriend chuckles as he starts to kiss my neck. "And just who…" as his cock leaps against my leg "…said it was a game?"

She Said Nothing



I didn't really have anything to do that weekend, so I figured I'd go to the party. My friend invited me, but he really wasn't a reliable guy-everybody has a friend like that, I think. He told me he'd be there, then he'd later be bragging about being at some other, more exciting party later, and tell me that he didn't have his cell phone, or couldn't call me, or make some other damn lame excuse about not letting me know about the other gig.

But I was in the mood to go out, no matter what, I guess. And so I went. It was across town, and if it wasn't fun, I figured I would just go to some bar, or come home, or maybe even just go for a long drive to nowhere in particular.

I followed the directions out behind the university. The houses in these neighborhoods were far apart on giant lots and much larger than the homes where I lived. They weren't exactly mansions, but most had pools and four or five car garages.

Before I even found the address, I found the street-there were plenty of cars, and I just parked and marched right up. I didn't bring anything for the host, this guy that I knew through my friend because we all worked out at the same gym. I finally found him in the living room, and said hello. Even then, everyone was starting at me because they didn't know me; our social circles didn't have much overlap. I paused to find anyone I knew, came up empty, and then bolted to wander around more-and find the keg.

And I did, out on the deck. I poured myself a beer. While taking the pull, that's when I noticed this attractive woman. She was wearing a floral-print dress, very thin and sheer. It was just a summer dress, with short sleeves and a scooping princess neckline, and not a lot of length. Brunette hair, drawn to a clip behind her neck, and probably longer than her shoulders. Her lips were-

"Hey, Dude!" Some guy was yelling at me. I looked down just to see my beer overfill into the bucket, and I let go of the line. I looked back up to see her disappear through the sliding glass door into the house.

"Hahaha, Mackey, he would've drained the whole thing if you didn't stop him!" some other kid said.

I started walking towards the house, without saying anything. I guess that pissed off the first guy, who became indignant. "Hey, dude, I was just making sure you didn't get your pants wet!"

His friend said something to him. There was a bit of a crowd at the door, and I had to wait, and lost sight of that girl in the sundress. I pushed into the kitchen and mingled some more. But there wasn't really anyone I knew.

I stood there, listening to someone else's story, and then noticed her pass by the doorway to the living room. I followed into the living room, only to see her disappearing down the stairs. I shouldered through the crowd and met up with her at the bottom of the stairs. On the landing, there was a bit of a dark corner because no lights were on in the hallway. I heard pool balls clack and a large group of people make noise, and figured the hallway must have led to the game room downstairs.

The woman turned to me, her red lips smiling. 

"Hi," I said. "I'm Joe."

She didn't say anything, and took my hand. She began leading me away from the game room, towards some double doors that opened onto the pool.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

She turned to me, and pursed her lips and touched them with her index finger. We emerged onto the pool deck, on the other side of the pool from most of the crowd. I presumed they were hanging around the outside of the game room.

She continued to lead me to the other side of the pool, though I tried to keep up with her to appear that I wasn't being led and that we were walking hand-in-hand. On the other side of the pool, we arrived at a small out building. We walked to the far corner, hidden from the house by the building itself. She opened a door and brought me into a dark room. She closed the door and locked it.

As my eyes adjusted to the dark room, she pressed herself against me. I put my hands on her small hips, and she kissed me deeply. She smelled wonderful, thin and lithe in my hands. Her hips flared from her tiny waist under my palms as I ran my hand over them, gently caressing her ass over though the thin fabric.

Our lips parted and our tongues began caressing each other. Her hands moved to my back, pulling me to her. My chest pressed against her chest, her breasts fuller than belied by the thin, loose dress she was wearing. She broke the long kiss, taking her lips away from me and stepping back.

With my eyes accommodated to the dimly lit room, only illuminated by a floodlight shining through a window, I looked around a little bit. There was a barstool and a bar with a sink, and a large massage bench, and a door that looked like it led to a very small sauna. At the far end of the room, there was another closed door, which probably led to a changing room or maybe opened into guest quarters.

She pushed me onto a barstool and began grinding against me, pressing her breasts against my chest, then my groin. She pressed her face against my shorts, caressing my hardening cock with her cheeks before nipping at the fabric with her teeth. She stood upright again, and pulled her dress over her shoulders and off her body.

I gasped: her tits were absolutely perfect. They were round at the bottom, sloping from her shoulders in a firm bosom, and capped with hard, thick pink nipples. Her collar bone was visible at her shoulder through her skin. Her narrow shoulders were square, and highlighted her wide, full bust line. With her hair up, I was treated to a beautiful view of her neck and jaw line, swooping towards her wonderful shoulders and her delicious rack.

She stepped towards me, wearing only her low brown heels and a beige thong panty. She put a leg over mine and began stroking herself through her panties. Gently cupping her breast with one hand, she stroked her mound and rubbed her pussy. I sat with my hands at my side and didn't touch her, but I was very conscious of my cock in my shorts straining with excitement.

I could smell her, her faint perfume being overcome by her sweet musky scent from her pussy. She rubbed herself just a little more though the thin fabric of her panties, and then pushed her hand under the elastic to fondle her pussy directly. I leaned forward to watch her hand, and she pulled me to her, resting my head on her shoulder. I looked over her breast at her wrist as it disappeared under the thin fabric, watching her fingers manipulate herself. 

Her breath was quickening, and her free hand left my shoulder and returned to her breast. She aggressively clutched at her breast, kneading her own flesh. I moved to nibble at her nipple and she gently but firmly pushed me away. She turned to the massage table and twisted it on the floor so it was oblique to my seat. Swiftly, she pulled her panties off and hopped onto the table.

Lying back fully, she resumed touching herself. Her hands moved in unison over her flat belly, over her hips, then between her legs. She parted her legs, offering me a lewd but breathtaking view of her pussy. She caressed her lips, which were thick and full, and very visibly wet, with one hand. With her other hand, she cradled her chest in her forearm and cupped her breast with her hand, stroking her nipple with her thumb.

Her eyes were closed, and her torso fell and rose rapidly with each breath. Her fingers spread her vulva, exposing her dampness. She pushed two fingers shallowly into herself, exhaled sharply, and then removed them. With her fingertips wet, she patted and circled her clitoris. Her breathing slowed just a little, and then she started to tense.

I could not longer just watch; I undid my belt and pulled my shirt over my head. I dropped my shirt on the floor and the noise caused her to open her eyes. She looked at me and smiled, and nodded, but didn't stop playing with herself. I kicked off my sandals, unbuttoned my shorts, and dropped it all in a heap.

My nameless lover continued to fiddle herself, more earnestly grasping her breast now pulling her nipple occasionally. She stared at my cock as I leaned against the barstool and watched her please her own pussy.

And so I began stroking myself. I'm proud of my cock, I guess most guys are, but I'm very quiet about it. I don't tell my girlfriends to call it "Little Joe", or anything like that. But I trim my pubic hair and always carefully wash myself in the shower. I'm circumcised, and just more than seven inches long when erect-like I was for this masturbating beauty-and very thick. I found myself eager to masturbate for this beautiful woman, to show her how excited she had made me, to return the favor of sharing her soft and inviting pussy. 

I gently fingered my penis, watching her push her fingers into herself again. Instead of going for more moisture, she penetrated herself deliberately and gently withdrew. She said nothing, still, but her breathing was again very sharp, sucking in a breath sharply as she pressed into herself again.

As she frigged herself, I began stroking myself in time. When she penetrated herself, I pulled back on my cock. When she withdrew her fingers, I pushed towards my head. Her breathing quickened again, and she let to of her breast to begin rubbing her clit as she finger-fucked herself with her other hand. She lay flat, with her head turned towards my cock. She moved her hips towards me so I could see, and I adjusted myself so she could see me.

Her hips rose suddenly from the table. "Mph," she said-the first thing that escaped her lips. I watched her, her eyes still fixed on me. In rhythym with her fingers pumping her pussy, she quietly squeaked: "Mmh, mmhp, mmhph!" and on the fifth or sixth bounce, she mewed and cooed as she came. Her belly flexed, accentuating her hipbones, and her legs straightened to press against the table. She arched her back and finished, humping her hips as she slowed her base. "Nnnnnh", she whined, climaxing in front of me.

"That looked great. Did it feel good?" I asked her.

She dreamily looked at me and nodded.

A bit of precome had oozed from my cock, and I stopped pumping to swirl it around my head. I began stroking myself again.

"I want to come, too, okay?"

She nodded again, propping herself up on one elbow.

I started stroking myself earnestly, looking at her breasts, imagining that I was plowing my cock between them, covered in lubricant, listening to her encourage me verbally to fuck her chest and spray on her face.

With my left hand on my dick, I leaned back a little more and cupped my balls with my right hand. I spread my legs, leaning more on the stool. I was getting closer; I could feel myself tensing, and I started developing a rhythm: I stroked myself hard three or four times, then swirled my fingers over my head once or twice before stroking myself again.

Very close to orgasm, I felt the need to interact with my mystery slut a little more.

"I'm ready. I want to come. Will you suck me off? I want to come in your mouth."

She sat up on the stool. "Can I spray it on your chest? Or just let me come in your mouth."

She stood, and then kneeled in front of me. Her hands caressed my thighs, then she nuzzled my groin. I stopped stroking myself as she nibbled at my balls.

"Oooh, god." Her breath was so hot, her lips were very soft. She licked my cock from bottom to top before taking my head into my mouth. She looked up at me, maintaining eye contact with me as she sucked me deeper, swirling her tonge around me.

"Jack me off into your mouth. Are you going to swallow it for me?"

She freed my penis from her mouth and nodded, then started stroking me. She nibbled at my head with her lips, swirling her tongue around me. And pumping.

I really was close-it didn't take long. An insidious idea hit me. "Baby, don't swallow it all, save some in your mouth for me."

She stopped just for a bit, then nodded.

"Is that too kinky for you?"

She shook her head.

"God, I'm about ready."

She put me back into her mouth, pumping me with a slightly tighter grip. She sucked me into her mouth, her soft lips wrapped around my cock, and I began to spurt. "I'm ready. Here it is," I grunted. I tightened my buttocks, and spurt after spurt left me. I groaned and grunted, and I let go of my load in her mouth.

Her mouth sucked me as I came. I could feel her swallow, triggering another spurt. As I subsided, she released me and stood up. 

"Did you save some?" 

She nodded, a trickle of paste at the edge of her mouth.

"Spit it into my hand."

She did so, a huge wad of my come and her saliva.

"Lie down."

She lay on the massage table, leaning back on her elbows. I spread her legs, wiping the paste of my jism and her spit all over her pussy. She deeply sighed, and opened her legs even more. I smeared the mixture over her lips, spreading them, pressing it in as it seeped and oozed. I wiped my hand on her thin pubic hair.

"Do you like that?"

She nodded again. I started masturbating her gently, rubbing my knuckles up and down her folds, then across her clit, the slick mixture lubricating all my movements. Reacting to every move my hand made, she wiggled her hips and gently pressed her genitals against my hand. My new lover got off her elbows and lay with her back flat on the table; her knees up and spread wide. She began cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples.

I continued to manipulate her with my fingers, strumming her gently. My hand smoothly slipped over her folds, over her clit, soaked in my come, her saliva, and her dewy wetness. She began to buck her hips slowly, mewing and murmuring: "Muh, unnnh, muuh, unnnh."

She sat up abruptly and grabbed my forearm, tugging me.

"Are you done?"

She shook her head violently.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

She started nodding just as violently.

"I'd love to fuck you. Stand up."

I asked her to stand, and lean over the table. Swiftly, I was inside her hot pussy, thrusting into her as hard as I could. Pulling on her hips, I pushed forward and bumped into her ass. Looking down, the view was beautiful; her asshole puckered between her cheeks as my cock penetrated her pussy, her thick lips gripping my cock as I withdrew and disappearing as I pushed into her.

My wordless woman had balanced her weight on her tits, rubbing them into the soft bench with each of my efforts. She was moaning louder with each thrust I made, and I could feel her fingers under my balls, stroking her clit.

I fucked her has hard as I could, staggering my feet to push my weight into her as I entered. What a great fuck she was! Her tiny pussy accepted every advance of my member, her ass cushioning my landing as I pounded into her so aggressively.

Her coos became a deep groan, and with two more thrusts she finally came. The muscles in her legs tightened and she yelled incoherently. To stay in her body longer, I modified my pace slightly. I pressed myself into her then quickly withdrew and thrusted again only to pause within her again. Her orgasm was very long, lasting for seven or eight slow thrusts, and I felt her vagina spasm. Just as her throws subsided, I withdrew from her and came all over her back in spurt after spurt. I was surprised at how much I produced after coming so soon before! When I stopped, I rubbed my cock between her beautiful buttocks, smudging the last of my come towards her rectum.

She stood up and turned around and kissed me briefly before taking a towel off the wet bar and wiping off her back. She slipped into her dress and pushed her feet into her shoes. Approaching me, she cupped my balls as I stood watching her, and nipped my ear.

And then she moved to the door.

"Wait! Won't you at least tell me your name?"

Smiling at me, she shook her head. She unlatched the door and left our little room. 



She Said, She Said



Nicole had been friends with Marge Petersen since college. They had even been each other's maids of honor at their weddings. They were godmothers of the other's first born child. I knew when I asked Nicole to marry me, that Marge would be an integral part of our relationship.

Steve Petersen figured the deal out pretty quickly when he started dating Marge. We spent our free time together and often went on vacations together. Our kids had been best friends while growing up. They had to be, since they spent so much time with each other. Our two girls were now 23 and 21, and were both married. Marge's two daughters were 22 and 20, and both in college.

Steve Petersen was a stock broker. He was smart and had a great sense of humor. I always enjoyed his company, but there was one thing that he was not. He just wasn't handy. I owned my own insurance company, but I had grown up on the farm. There I had learned how to fix just about everything that could break. 

The most important thing I had learned was that if I could manage to get something apart, I could usually figure how it was meant to work, why it didn't work, and how to repair it. My dad and I had torn more than a few things as far down as was humanly possible, discussed the theory behind the mechanics, and then fixed the thing and reassembled it. There were a few times when we had to tear something back down a second or third time to get it right, but those difficult repairs were out greatest victories.

One time, we had a twelve acre field of hay ready to be baled when the baler quit tying knots in the twine that wrapped around the bales. We tore those knotters apart and studied them for half an hour and then put them back in the baler, using some parts off another baler we had sitting around. It still didn't work, so we did it again. It took four tries, but we finally got it right. Dad went out and baled 1500 bales without a single one breaking! He and I replayed that day for years afterward. How Cyrus McCormick managed to incorporate knotters into his reaper over a hundred years ago was another topic of discussion. You'd have to see them work to appreciate how complicated, and yet how very simple, they really are.

That's how I gained the reputation with family and friends that I could fix just about anything. It made me proud to have people think about me like that. It also placed me in some hot, dirty, uncomfortable situations, as I struggled to help one of Nicole's relatives or friends out of a jam. I was occasionally loaned out by Nicole like a wrench, or a beast of burden. 

One time I volunteered to bring a homemade apple pie to a card game I had been invited to join at Nicole's cousin's house. When I explained to Nicole what I had done, she hit the roof. How could I volunteer her time and effort without asking her first? How inconsiderate could I possibly be? 

Luckily, I remembered that the local Ladies Auxiliary was having a bake sale that Saturday at the fire hall and I picked up a pie there. It was delicious and everyone assumed that Nicole had made it. After that, she was asked to supply apple pies to every family event we attended. That was when I realized that sometimes things have a way of balancing out. 

That was how I came to be in Marge's kitchen with my head buried in her dishwasher. It had simply stopped cleaning the dishes although it kept taking in water and pumping it out. When Marge heard how much the loneliest repair man in town was going to charge her to drive out to look at her two year-old machine, and then how long it would be before he could schedule her repairs, she called Nicole.

That's right. She didn't call me. She went right to the top on this one. Her dishes were piling up and she was going to be compelled to wash them by hand if help didn't arrive soon. Nicole was horrified at the thought of her best friend being forced into demeaning, manual labor. I was dispatched bright and early on a Saturday morning to remedy Marge's unbearable burden.

It didn't take me too long to determine that the nylon impeller was stripped and wasn't throwing water against the dishes as it should. Nicole had stopped in while I was buried in the dishwasher and she and Marge were sitting by the pool, catching some rays and relaxing from the ever present pressures to which they were subjected. Steve was out playing golf with some clients. As I smashed my knuckles when a screw driver slipped, I wondered just how, and when, this situation would even out. It seemed like it would have to be something pretty dramatic to make me feel like the scales had been balanced.

I told the ladies that I had to make a run to the Home Depot for the needed replacement parts and I'd be back in an hour or so. Then I hopped into my car and headed down the road. I hadn't made it a block when I realized I didn't have the faulty part with me. I never go for parts without taking the one I was replacing. Whenever I did neglect to take it, the jackass working for whatever place I found myself, would invariably sell me the wrong part. 

It was one of those axioms, or conundrums, or guarantees that you learn in life. Maybe it was just Murphy's Law. I don't really know why it is. I just know that it works like this; if you trust a parts guy to give you the right part, you'll be fucked. Take the old part whenever possible and compare it with the one the guy's trying to push on you. With careful study, you'll see that he's giving you the wrong part. When you tell him it's not right, he'll say something like, "Oh! You said XKY not PT14ST 78 deluxe? Just a minute and I'll get it."

His day has been ruined. You won't be forced to waste two hours, and 20 dollars in gas to discover the prick has fucked you over, again. His peers behind the counter will call him a wuss and a wimp. His pay will be docked and his chances for advancement to management will be greatly diminished. He'll work twice as hard to fuck over the next unsuspecting customer, especially if some dumb schmuck sends his wife for the part. She'll return home with a goddamn new appliance, along with a ten year warranty for just an extra two hundred bucks. The parts guy will receive a raise that will be immediate and substantial. 

I turned my car around and went back in the house to the kitchen table to get the faulty component. That was when I picked up on the conversation between Marge and Nicole. The window was open and I easily heard every word they were saying.

"If I could catch Dan with another woman, I could threaten to make his life hell until he had to take me to Hawaii. He'd do anything to appease me and save our marriage," predicted Nicole with confidence. 

"There are a couple problems with that train of thought," replied Marge. "Dan doesn't chase skirts, for starters. Secondly, you'd be devastated if you did catch him with another woman. We both know how much you love him."

"I was thinking more along the lines of tricking him into thinking he had slept with someone and pretending to be angry with him," revealed my loving wife.

"I guess Dan is so damn dumb he thinks he's fucking a woman when he's watching football or something? You'll just pretend to catch him and he'll accept that?" asked Marge incredulously.

"Marge, think outside the box, literally," laughed Nicole. "If Dan drank way too much and woke up next to a naked woman, he'd have to believe he had sex with her, wouldn't he? He'd especially have to believe it if I caught him in the bed with her and read the riot act to him while they were both naked on the bed!"

Dan doesn't usually drink that much, Nicole," reminded Marge. "Are you going to slip some sleeping pills into his beer or something?"

"Marge, going to Hawaii is not worth killing Dan or making him ill!" exclaimed Nicole. "I would never try to give Dan drugs that he didn't have prescribed. We'll just have to make sure that he drinks a lot of beer, or we'll call the whole thing off."

"As your best friend, Nicole, I think it wise that I be the woman subjected to the ordeal of lying naked with Dan," volunteered Marge. "You find us in the morning with my pussy a mess and big grin on my face and you call me every name in the book. I'll finally slide off Dan's cock and apologize to you. How's that scenario?"

"I don't like it very well, Marge. I know better than to put you naked in bed with Dan. I won't have to pretend to be angry. I can see how you look at him when you think I'm not watching," admitted Nicole. "I've already ruled you out. Besides, I need someone I can't ever forgive. Otherwise, Dan will be suspicious. If I'm your best friend again when we return from Hawaii, Dan will know something's wrong. The woman that seduces Dan has to remain my enemy forever."

"I can live with that, Nicole. I'm the kind of friend that will sacrifice her virtue and friendship for her sister in need," boasted Marge.

"You're forgetting about Steve, aren't you, Marge?" asked Nicole. "He'd take that sort of thing pretty hard, don't you think?"

"The jealous bastard! You're right. If I cuckold Steve, my ass will be bouncing down the street in a heartbeat," agreed Marge. "Even if Steve were out of town, Dan would get all guilty and tell Steve everything first chance he had. Those two guys know what best friends are, so I guess I'd better not be the one to make the supreme sacrifice."

"Damn it, Marge! There isn't going to be a supreme sacrifice. I only want to create the illusion of wrong doing. I don't want Dan to actually get laid. He's my husband and no one gets his best but me," stated Nicole.

"Well, what you're suggesting is a dangerous game for a woman that wants to both keep her husband, and go to Hawaii," observed Marge. "Why don't you just tell Dan that you'd like to take a vacation to Maui?"

"I've been dropping hints for a year, Marge. I hate nagging Dan. I want him to want to take me there. I just have to create a situation that will make him realize that taking me to Hawaii will be far less trouble and expense than losing me," allowed Nicole.

"It doesn't sound like less trouble, especially if Dan finds out about your scheme, "Lucy". He'll be fit to be tied, if I know Dan," Marge predicted.

I was both disgusted and excited at the little plot that Nicole was considering. If I was aware of everything she was going to attempt, I should be able to turn the tables on her. I wasn't sure exactly how, or to what end, but I would give it some thought.

"Didn't you say that Debbie Trainer was going to move back to the west coast now that she's divorced?" asked Nicole. "I could be mad at her forever since she's leaving town anyway! She'd be perfect, if she would only do it."

"Earth to Nicole! Getting a woman to jump into bed with Dan is not going to be the issue!" asserted Marge. "It's keeping her from taking advantage of him that will difficult. To the normal female between 17 and 70, he's a pretty acceptable morsel, if you catch my drift." 

"I'll make sure she won't have the time for any funny stuff. I'll catch them within minutes of getting into bed. I'll cry and then I'll threaten her and Dan. I'll call her names and tell her how I'll never talk to her again," laughed Nicole. "I'll even give her a few hundred dollars for her time. Since she's leaving anyway, it shouldn't bother her to go along with this. Then Dan will be glad to take me to Hawaii. I'll even forgive him once we get there and screw his brains out every day! He'll be happier than ever."

"It sounds like positive reinforcement of a bad habit to me, Nicole. You catch him cheating, go to Hawaii with him, and sentence him to death by fucking? What's to stop him from trying the forbidden fruit again if it turns out so well the first time?" reasoned Marge.

"I'll make sure he knows better than to do it again. I'll threaten to take a lover if he does it again! That'll stop him for sure!" exclaimed Nicole.

"You'd sleep with another man to get even for something you started?" asked Marge in surprise.

"Marge, I'd never cheat on Dan, no matter what, but he won't know that. He sure wouldn't like the thought of me being with someone else and he'll do anything to prevent that from happening," answered Nicole confidently.

I listened a couple more minutes as the two women began to plan a party, as well as set their trap. It was an eye opener. Nicole would stoop to trickery and deceit to get me to take her to Hawaii on a vacation. On the other hand, it was reassuring to hear her say that she would never take a lover, and that she felt I would have to be tricked to even appear to be unfaithful to her. Nicole could annoy me at times, but she loved me and she knew I loved her. She was a bit spoiled but she had done a great job raising our kids and she never held back in bed. 

Once I felt that I had heard enough, I left to get the replacement part so I could return and repair the dishwasher. When I came back to Marge's, the girls were making a lunch in the kitchen. Nicole seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood. It appeared that the scheme had been set in motion.

"Dan, you've been gone a long time," observed Nicole. "Did you have any trouble, or did you get sidetracked?"

"Well, I didn't laze by the pool or play eighteen holes, if that's what you mean, Sweetheart," I responded with a smile. "The moron behind the counter gave me three different wrong parts before he finally gave up and sold me the one I needed. He was receiving grief counseling when I left."

Marge and Nicole looked at me for a few seconds, then looked at each other and shrugged. Women trust the spawn of Satan that stand behind those counters and sell parts that either won't fit, or won't work. Therefore, they had no idea what I was saying.

"It's a good thing you're getting this dishwasher repaired, Darling," continued Nicole. "Marge is having a party next Saturday night and she'll need clean dishes, and lots of them."

So Marge's role was to be the hostess for the snare they were preparing? Now I knew where, when, and how the scheme would go down. All I had to do was attend. 

"Great! I'll have this thing cleaning dishes so well, you'll think you're mom washed them by hand," I predicted.

"I don't think that you've seen my mom wash dishes, Dan, but you're right," admitted Marge. "She really gets them clean."

"I just know the women of that generation, Marge," I chuckled. "Everything was always clean and neat. Anything less would have been embarrassing and reason to be shunned by other like minded ladies of the community."

I dropped the new impeller in and reassembled the machine. Then I returned the racks already laden with dishes, added detergent, closed the door and pressed the "start" button. By the time I finished my sandwich and beer, Marge was singing my praises.

"Dan, you're a genius! I wish Steve was as smart as you are!" she exclaimed. "These dishes are positively sparkling!"

"Let me see, Marge. Steve is sitting at the nineteenth hole about now, looking down the cleavage of the red headed bar tender after winning a couple hundred bucks golfing. You're right! I'm so much smarter, twisting my back like a pretzel, smashing my knuckles, and spending over three hours fixing your dishwasher. I'd sure hate to be dumb like Steve," I added.

"Well, I do appreciate your efforts, Dan. If playing dumb is smart, then Steve is a genius. You helped me when I needed it and I owe you," conceded Marge as she leaned into me to give me a peck on the cheek.

I couldn't help but think how she seemed sincere, yet she was a major cog in Nicole's effort to entrap me in some inappropriate behavior. I was appreciated, but Nicole was a sister, and a co-conspirator. I couldn't help but think that Black Widow spiders have more sympathy for males than most wives. 

During the following week, I considered the situation I was facing. I realized there wasn't too much that I could do ahead of time to thwart Nicole's plot. I was certain of one thing. I was not going to over indulge at the party. I needed to be able to think fast and react to whatever situation was thrust upon me.

On Friday morning, George Harmon handed me a plastic pill cylinder with a couple of very blue pills in it.

"These puppies will give her a workout, Dan," he chuckled. "It's a shame I waited until I needed them before I got my doctor to write me a prescription. If I had them when I was your age, I would've fucked all night!"

I thanked George and put the pills in my pocket. I had plans of my own and those pills were my insurance policy.

The party was well attended and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Nicole looked great in a short black dress. She still had the power to excite me when she dressed up for an occasion. 

I wasn't surprised to see that Debbie Trainer was at the party, too. She looked great in a low cut dress and her hair piled up on her head. Oddly, she seemed to hang pretty close to me much of the evening. When Nicole wasn't handing me a fresh beer, Marge or Debbie was. As far as they knew, I drank every one of them. In reality, I didn't have more than beer or two, in total. I managed to wander into kitchen or the bathroom every now and then and dump most of the beer down the drain.

As the night wore on, I became quieter and seemed to have difficulty initiating speech. I lurched and staggered when I walked. I felt a little guilty that a couple of the other guys seemed intent on matching me beer for beer. Their decreasing motor skills served as a model for my act. I did manage to sneak a blue pill as the evening was winding down.

By the time Debbie suggested that I go lie down for a few minutes, and even offered to help me, I felt like I had dropped a piece of granite in my pants. Looking at her cleavage only served to exacerbate my condition. 

"Let me help you up the stairs, Dan," offered Debbie. "I wouldn't want you to have a problem and get hurt."

I mumbled my acceptance and glanced around the room out of the corner of my eye. Nicole was standing by the far wall, watching intently. Debbie took my arm and draped it over her shoulder and began to lead me toward the stairs. Since she wasn't very tall, it was a simple matter for me to slide my hand over a little and cup her breast. Nicole was standing where she had a perfect view of what I was doing.

Debbie made a hissing sound as she sucked air over her teeth, but she kept trying to lead me. I didn't make two more steps before Nicole slid under my other arm and snarled into my ear.

"Let go of Debbie's tit, you jackass!" she said just loud enough for me to hear. 

Before she finished her sentence, I filled my left hand with my wife's left breast and squeezed it. Now I had two women's tits in my hands as I lurched toward the stairs. Then Marge tried to rescue Debbie.

"Debbie, let me take this side. Dan is pretty wasted and doesn't realize what he's doing. Why don't you go first and open the bedroom door for us?" requested Marge as she replaced Debbie on my right side.

By this time we were ready to begin the ascent up the stairway, which was wider than most. Steve had insisted it be extra wide so he could replace his Jacuzzi without ripping a hole in the wall to do it. As we took our first step, I took a handful of Marge's breast in my right hand.

Nicole was hissing in my ear, threatening me with fates worse than death as I kept my death grip on a couple of very nice orbs.

"Nicole! Dan doesn't know what he's doing. You're wasting your breath," reasoned Marge. "Let's just get him into bed!"

As she spoke her voice suddenly raised an octave. I had taken the opportunity to slide my hand inside her top and pinch her nipple. It isn't every day you can get away with feeling a woman up in front of you wife, or have the nerve to even attempt it!

"Goddamn it, Dan! I don't care how drunk you are, let go of Marge's nipple!" hissed Nicole just as I slid my left hand under her top and applied the same pressure to her as Marge was feeling. 




She Said, She Said



That was how we walked the rest of the way up the stairs and down the hall to a guest bedroom. Debbie had the door open and her eyes were big as saucers as she watched my hands moving under the women's clothing.

"Just put him on the bed and I'll take care of everything else," offered Debbie. "He'll probably be asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow."

It took a few tries, but Marge and Nicole finally managed to free their very hard nipples from my hands and sit me down on the side of the bed. I sat there bent over facing the floor, seemingly in a drunken stupor.

"We have to get him at least partially undressed for this to look real," stated Marge as she leaned over and began unbuttoning my shirt. 

I reached out and ran my hand over Marge's ass while she worked on my shirt.

"Let me do that, for God's sake! You've got Dan feeling your ass like crazy. I know you have to be able to feel him do that. Why don't you stop him, Marge?" demanded Nicole as she took over on my buttons.

"I'm just trying to help, Nicole. The poor guy is out of it. He doesn't know whose ass it was, or even that he had his hands on an ass," responded Marge as I reached out and cupped both of Nicole's breasts in my hands. "Look, he's so drunk he's even copping feels from his own wife!"

It wasn't easy but Nicole managed to get my shirt off and then pulled my undershirt over my head. When she did that, I just flopped back on the bed with my feet still on the floor. I kept my eyes open in slits so I could watch everyone. Nicole seemed to hesitate, then unbuckled my belt and pulled my zipper down. 

I watched Marge and Debbie and I could tell that their eyes were fixed on my boxers. If my cock looked anything like it felt, it was expanding the material considerably. Nicole gave my pants a pull and I tried to lift my ass up without seeming too cooperative, or eager. When Nicole finally removed my pants and my shoes and socks, she stood up and joined her two accomplices, as they stared at my lower abdomen. 

This was the moment I had been waiting for and the reason I had popped the blue pill. I drunkenly reached down and slid my boxers off. The effect was dramatic and, I thought, rather complimentary. 

"Sweet Jesus!" gasped Debbie as she pulled her hand to her mouth while leaning ahead. Marge was breathing fast and her hand began pulling on the breast that I had been manhandling. Nicole turned beet red and swung to see the reactions of the other two women.

It was Marge that finally found her voice as she asked, "So, Nicole, should we let Debbie slide in bed next to this stallion while we go downstairs for awhile?"

I was pretending to be falling asleep as I slowly pumped my hand up and down my shaft. I had to admit the little guy felt as big and hot as it had ever been in my life. Finally I stopped moving my hand and started snoring lightly. My cock remained exposed and hard as diamond.

"Well, I think he might be asleep, but it doesn't seem likely that he'd wake up and understand what I was saying if I yelled at him now," conceded Nicole. "I've never seen him really drunk before. I can't believe how aroused he is. I'll have to bring more beer home for him from now on!"

"If you want, I can just sort of lie down here next to Dan," volunteered Debbie as she sat down on the side of the bed and swung her feet up. "He'll just sleep for awhile and then you can chew him out, Nicole."

Debbie hardly got the words out before I flipped over on top of her and then slid down her body, stopping when my face was even with her pussy. I flipped her dress up, grabbed her thong and broke the string on one side. Then I flipped the tiny piece of material to the side and buried my face in her tight little muff!

Debbie gasped. I can only assume that Marge and Nicole were so surprised, they were frozen in place. I really couldn't see much of anything except pussy from my vantage point. I had Debbie's clit in my mouth and was tickling it with my tongue as I moaned, causing the vibrations to increase the sensations on her clit. Her hands dropped to my head and she pushed my face against her sex.

I felt another hand grab my hair and pull back. I resisted as long as I could but the pressure increased until I was in real pain. As my head started up, I could feel Debbie try to pull me back down.

"Get the hell off that bed, Debbie!" yelled Nicole as she lifted my juicy face off her former friend. "What kind of a tramp are you?"

"That's easy for you to say, Nicole!" whined Debbie as she crawled out from under me. "You get this service all the time! Try going without for six months and see how easy it is to refuse to have your kitty eaten by a fucking starving man! At least I'm not screwing up my own marriage, trying to set up a great guy like Dan!"

I managed to get a grip on the hand pulling my hair so violently. I squeezed the wrist until it released my hair and I slowly pulled it down in front of me. Not surprisingly, Nicole was attached to the wrist, and she had no chance. I pulled until she tripped over the bed and fell on her back in front of me. 

Once again, I executed my crouching tiger move. I had Nicole's dress over her waist and her thong ripped off in seconds. Then I had my face buried in my second pussy in less than minute. I chewed on Nicole's lips lightly and ran my tongue all around her surprisingly wet slit. It occurred to me that watching me and Debbie had started her juices flowing. Once again, I felt hands pushing my face into a steaming little snatch. 

In what couldn't have been more than a minute, Nicole started bucking and thrashing around in an intense orgasm.

I took that as my cue and I rose up and impaled her on my aching cock. Nicole's scream was not only heard by the partiers downstairs, but by the neighbors two blocks over! I just kept pounding my throbbing cock into my wife's foaming crevice.

"What the hell happened?" demanded Steve as he lunged through the doorway. 

I turned briefly and saw several faces looking over his shoulder. I never missed a stroke as I returned my attention to my wife, who was making inarticulate noises and loud moans.

"Shit! Everybody, get out of the room," instructed Steve. "Marge, that goes for you and Debbie, too. I don't know what the hell you two were doing watching Dan laying pipe like a man possessed, but give them some privacy! The guy is a fucking machine!"

I heard the door slam shut just as I felt my cock begin to discharge more cum than I ever thought I could produce in a week. Nicole was gurgling and gasping under me as I reached my grand finale. I took a minute to catch my breath and then climbed off her and picked up my clothes. After I was dressed, I reached in my pants pocket and pulled out a paper and tossed it on a panting Nicole. Then I left the room.

Steve was laughing hysterically as I grabbed a beer and sat down near him. Debbie and Marge were eyeing me with a new found respect. Most of the others were either laughing out loud or at least chuckling pretty hard.

"What the hell got into you, Dan?" asked Steve. "I never knew you to be so public in your attentions to Nicole. What was in that beer you drank, and how can I get some?"

Just then, there was yet another scream from upstairs.

"What the fuck?" yelled Steve in obvious surprise. "Who's with Nicole now?"

Nicole came running down the stairs and threw herself on me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me on my lips, my cheeks, my neck... anything and everything she could reach with her lips.

"Dan! I love you so much!" avowed Nicole between kisses. 

Then she turned to a confused Marge and waved the paper in the air.

"Look at this itinerary, Marge! Dan is taking me to Hawaii!" sobbed Nicole. "I had hoped that if he heard our conversation by the pool, he'd know how badly I wanted to go! Debbie, you were a great sport, too. Just don't think that will ever happen again. Right, Dan?" 



She Said Yes



This story is the sequel to Will You Go With Me

Jason watched as his steady girl-friend, Leigh, walked barefoot across his kitchen. He could hardly believe that she was finally his. They had been seeing each other for several weeks. It had taken him a long time to get her to even consider seeing him. She had just gotten out of rocky relationship shortly after he had met her. She had been very leery of starting a serious relationship. But he knew with time she would hopefully decide to take a chance on them making it last. He stared at her thoughtfully. Christmas was right around the corner and he was hoping that she would give him the best present in the world. He wanted her to be his wife. At that moment, Leigh turned around and stared at him. 

"What is it?" She asked him as she walked back towards him with two cups of coffee.

"Just thinking." He said honestly. "I'm a happy man." He finished as he took the cup that she offered to him. "It's just started to snow and I have a hot cup of coffee and the woman that I love with me. Can't get much better than that." 

"Jason, you have such a way with words. You know that I don't want to be any other place." She said softly as she stepped into his arms. "And I love you too." She finished as he wrapped his arms around her. 

Leigh felt like she was walking on clouds as she met her friend, Gloria. They had a planned a shopping date. It had become quite the ritual for them to buy their Christmas presents together. 

"I see that life with Jason is sure treating you good." Gloria stated as they walked through the store.

"Yes, he makes me happy." Leigh said. "I keep waiting for the newness to wear off. But it still hasn't." 

"I'm glad, sweetheart. You need a man that is going to treat you right. Not like that other dick. He hasn't been bothering you anymore, has he?" 

"No, thank goodness." Leigh said. "But enough of that. I've got to find the perfect gift for Jason. Any ideas?" She asked her friend.

"Has he said what he wants?" Gloria asked.

"No. He says he has everything that he wants. He's gonna make it difficult for me." 

"Well, lets look around and see what we can find." Gloria said. "Surely something will pop out at us." 

"If not I guess I could just serve myself on platter." Leigh said mischievously.

"You are so bad." Gloria laughed.

The man watched Leigh and Gloria get into her car. The bitch had caused nothing but problems for him and his family. He would see to it that she didn't have a Merry Christmas. But first he had to deal with that big lug of a boy-friend. 

Leigh woke to the sound of her doorbell ringing. Frowning, she saw it was 2:37 by her bedside clock. Next to her Jason stirred then opened his eyes. 

"What is it, Minx?" He asked as he pulled her closer. 

"The doorbell." She said as slipped out of his arms and the bed. Pulling her robe on she walked down the hall to her front door. Looking through the peep hole she didn't see anyone. Frowning, she unlocked the door and pulled it open as far as the chain would allow. Laying on the doorstep was a furry lump. 

"What is it?" Jason said from behind her. 

"I don't know." Stepping back she let him see. Undoing the chain he pulled the door all the way. Squatting down, he examined it more closely.

"Leigh, call the police." He said quietly as he straightened. 

"What?"

"Just do it, Minx. Some sick bastard, left a mutilated cat on your doorstep."

"Oh." Turning she walked back down the hall to the phone.

After the police left, Leigh sat on the couch with a worried look on her face. Jason closed the door, and walked back over to her. Sitting down next to her he pulled her into his lap. Sighing, she curled up even closer to him.

"Everything will be alright, Minx."

"That poor cat." Leigh was very much an animal lover.

"I know, Minx." Jason said before giving her a slow kiss. He had meant it to be just for comfort but as usual the heat that they always generated, flared up. She groaned and wrapped her arms around him tightly. He ran his hands down her back to cup her bottom and pull her more snugly against him. When they finally came up for air, they were both gasping. 

"Minx, I don't want to take advantage..." He started.

"You're not. I'm gonna take advantage of you." She replied before tugging on his earlobe with her teeth. 

"Oh, lord help me." He growled.

"Not tonight." She said as she reached between them and untied her robe. Underneath she wore nothing but the heart locket that he had given her. 

"You went to the door like that." He growled before, lifting her breasts level with his mouth. "You need to be punished, Minx." Then he pulled one of her hard tipped breasts into his mouth and started to suck. 

"Oh, I'll have to be bad more often." She gasped as fire raced across her body to settle in her core. Wrapping his arms more tightly around her, he took turns tormenting her breasts. He knew that he could make her climax just by playing with her nipples. They were that sensitive. But tonight he didn't feel like letting that happen easily. He wanted to drive her crazy. Just to take her mind off of the shock of earlier. Leigh squirmed helplessly in her lover's arms as he teased her relentlessly. 

"Jason," she pleaded. 

"Relax, Minx. There's no rush." He said softly.

"Sadist." She groaned as he lifted his head and pushed the robe off her shoulders. 

"And you are beautiful." He replied cupping his large hands around her breasts. As he continued caressing her, she squirmed on top of him. He growled in pleasure at the feel of her warm bottom squirming against his swollen manhood. He went still, then groaned when she reached between them and unzipped the jeans that he was wearing. He had only thrown on his jeans to follow her, so his manhood sprung out to greet her.

"I love it when you go without." She whispered as she stroked him.

"And I love you period." He growled as he pushed her hand away and slid two fingers through her damp folds and into her warm nest. She moaned and arched her hips into his hand. "Christ, Minx, you are so wet. I love it." He growled.

"Please." She whispered as she felt her orgasm pulling at her. Pushing his hand away from her, she took him in hand and placed the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed down. 

"Slowly." He gasped, always concerned that he might hurt her. 

"No." She gasped and slammed herself down on him, taking him to the hilt. Her orgasm ripped through her without mercy and she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. "YES!" She squealed.

Jason growled with surprise when her tight little cunt took every inch of him and then exploded on him. "Oh Minx," he growled, "now you've asked for it." Pushing off the couch, he wrapped her legs around him and started staggering towards the bedroom. Gritting his teeth, he tried to control her little squirms long enough to get to her bed. Leigh was gasping and moaning softly as each step he took pushed him in out of her in little nudges. They had made it as far as her closed door when another orgasm rushed over Leigh. 

"Oh, please, Jason." She cried as it started.

"Oh, Hell." he said, when he felt her sheath start gripping his hard cock. "You are such a little Minx. Always coming all over me." Then he grabbed her hips in his hands and started thrusting hard against her to intensify her orgasm. Then he lost it. Pinning her against her closed door he thrust his cock in and out of her. 

"Yes! Give it to me!" She pleaded before pulling his mouth down to hers. He growled when she slipped her tongue inside of his mouth. He yanked his head back and growled as he continued to thrust. "I want you on your hands and knees, Minx. I love being able to play with your nipples while I pound in and out. Now. Right now." He demanded as he pulled out of her and slid to the floor. After flipping her over he surged into her again. Leigh screamed as he hit deep. Jason, stilled. "Are you okay?" He gasped.

"No! Just fuck me." She said as she slammed her bottom back against him. Letting her head drop between her arms she kept pushing back against him until he got the point. Jason looked down and watched his hot little lover move under him. No other woman had ever pleased him, had fit him near as well as this one. He could feel her tightening around him again. The little Minx, he thought before he started thrusting again. 

Leigh was in a world of pleasure that she knew that was unique to her and Jason only. She was one stroke away from coming again and she knew that Jason wouldn't be far behind. She could feel him getting thicker in her. When he covered her body with his and took her breasts in his hands, she knew for sure. He was such a great lover, he knew all her hot points to make sure she came with him. He didn't realize that she was already there. With one arm pressing on both of her hard nipples, Jason toyed with her button of pleasure knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer. 

"Let go, Minx." He pleaded, just before the world exploded around them.

"Jason!!!" She screamed. Her orgasm rocked through her lower body and she nearly bucked him off her in frenzy, if not for the arms he had wrapped around her. That was all it took, Jason let out a war cry as he pounded through her orgasm to reach his own spine tingling one. When it was all over they laid tangled together in the hall in front of her bedroom door. 

"Did you get the license plate number?" Jason asked.

"Of what?" she asked with a smile, as she pushed his damp hair off his forehead.

"The truck that hit us." Their laughter filled the hall.

Leigh was in high spirits the next morning, all things considering. She stepped out of the shower to find Jason in his usual spot. Leaning against the bathroom sink, holding a cup of coffee. Taking a drink, he gave her, their customary morning kiss. Feeding the coffee to her one sip at a time. She smiled when he lifted his head. 

"Thank you, sweetheart." 

"No thanks needed, Minx." Jason replied, getting his morning fill of warm, wet and naked woman. His woman. "I asked you last night, and you didn't tell me. It got real intense. Did I hurt you?" He asked as he wrapped her in a bath towel.

"Only in the best way." 

"Leigh, it's the last thing on earth I would ever do. I'm a big man. I was a big man before I became a man. I have to be careful. I break things easily. And Minx you are so much smaller than me. I don't want to break you." 

"I'm stronger than I look, Jason. Besides dynamite comes in small packages." Leigh said as she placed a kiss on his chest before slipping out of the bathroom. "Hurry up, lazybones, or we'll be late for work." She called over her shoulder. 

"Minx." She heard him mutter before the shower turned on. 

Leigh was on the warehouse floor when she heard a page for her. Pausing she yelled at her partner over the roar of the conveyers. "Be right back." Walking up to foreman's desk, she took her call.

"This is Leigh." She said, then her blood ran cold.

"How much do you love that boy-friend of yours?" A voice rasped.

"Excuse me?" Leigh said with a frown.

"Just answer me, woman. How much do you love him?"

"Who is this?" She demanded.

"Never mind that." the voice said harshly. "Do you remember your previous boy-friend?" 

"Douglas? What does he have to do with-" 

"Everything. Unless you break it off with Jason, something bad is going to happen to him. Maybe his brakes on that old truck he loves will fail. Or just maybe his house might catch on fire with him in it. So how much do you love him? Enough to let him go? Or does he get to suffer the same as you."

"Why?"

"Because you ruined Douglas's life. He's gone now. He lost his job, his house, even his life. I buried him last week. And you, my little conniving bitch are going to pay for it."

"You left that cat on my porch."

"I see you are starting to see the light. Break it off with him. Or he pays the same as you." The dial tone buzzed in her ear.

"Oh my lord." Leigh said as a wave a dizziness washed over her. Gripping the desk she tried to keep herself up right when darkness surrounded her. No one noticed when she hit the floor. 

Jason was on a forklift when his supervisor ran up to him. Stopping he placed the machine in neutral. 

"Hey Randy, where's the fire."

"You are needed upstairs, pronto. We found Leigh out cold on my office floor. I didn't even realize that she was in there til I tripped over her. 

"Son of a bitch. Minx!" Jason grated as he vaulted off the forklift and ran for Randy's office. Randy swore and dove for the forklift that had started to roll. He just shook his head. No one could say that, that man wasn't deeply in love with his woman. He damn near ran his supervisor in the process of trying to get to her. 

Jason rushed into Randy's office. Around Leigh were two paramedics. One was waving smelling salts under her nose. 

"What the hell happened to my woman?" Jason asked. 

"Well, sir, it looks like when she fell she hit the side of her head on the desk. She has a real nasty gash on the back of her head. She's gonna have a couple stitches put in. As soon as she comes around we'll see how she does. If all her vitals are fine, she'll be able to go home as long as someone stays with her. About that moment, Leigh moaned softly and tried to sit up. 

"Minx, sweetheart. You'll alright." Jason said as he pushed one of the paramedics aside and knelt beside her.

"Jason." She said then grabbed her head. "It hurts. What happened." About that moment Randy walked in with Craig. 

"She was working with Craig when she got paged for a call. She must have come in here to get it." Randy said as Jason helped Leigh sit up.

"Guess I must have fainted." Leigh said softly before the medics checked her vitals. 

"She'll be okay to go home. After we put those stitches in. Do you have someone to stay with you, Leigh?"

"Yes, she does." Jason said protectively. 

"I guess I can ask Gloria." Leigh told Jason after the medics were done with her.

"Like hell, Minx." Jason said firmly. "You are my woman. It's my job to see to your care. I love you and I want to take care of you."

"Jason, I can't. I don't-I have my reasons." She finished. She felt so guilty. But the raspy voice in her head wouldn't quit. She didn't want him to be hurt. And that sick bastard that left that cat was more than willing to hurt the man she loved. 

"What reasons, Ms Sunshine." Jason asked after setting her on top of Randy's desk. He was sitting in the chair behind it. It brought her eye level with him.

"I don't want you hurt." She said finally. 

"Minx." He protested.

"You don't understand. That person that called. He left the cat."

"Wait a sec. The call you got was someone threatening you!" Jason roared coming out of his seat.

"Not me much. But you. I don't want you to get hurt because of me. He said that he might cut your brakes or start your house on fire."

"Minx. You and I have something that I won't let go because some sick bastard says that he doesn't want us together."

"Jason, this has to do with Douglas. He said that Douglas lost everything. That he was dead."

"Minx. I'm sorry that someone called and scared you. I love you and I won't let anyone run me off. I've told you before that the only way that I'll leave is if you tell me that you don't want me anymore." Jason said, lifting her face to meet his gaze, he smiled softly. "And mean it." He whispered brushing his mouth across hers. Just then Randy poked his head around the door. 

"Is everything going to be alright? How are you feeling, Ms. Sunshine?" He asked.

"I don't feel to sunny right now. But I'll live." Leigh said quietly before sliding off the desk and walking towards the door. "I need some time alone." Leigh told them as she escaped the office. Heading for the docks, she decided that a breath of fresh air might be just what the doctor ordered. 

Leigh sighed as she stood under the shower. Hot steam filled the bathroom. She had managed to persuade Jason to let her go home by herself. It hadn't been easy but he had finally relented. He had still followed her home but had not even walked her up to her door. She knew that he was not happy with her. He had not been happy at all but he had relented. Providing that she let him escort back and forth. Shutting the shower off, she pulled the curtain back.  After drying herself off, she pulled on her favorite robe and padded down her hallway towards her bedroom. She paused as memories of the night before flooded her mind. How was she suppose to give him up? Then the phone rang. Picking it up, she said hello. She was not surprised to hear Jason's voice on the other end of the phone. 

"Hi, sweetheart." She said softly leaning back against the kitchen door.

"Don't hi sweetheart, me." He growled. "It's damn lonely here without you. I don't know how I let myself get talked into letting you go home alone."

"Maybe it's because, I promised you mind blowing sex." She teased.

"I'd like to know how I am going to have mind blowing sex, when you're at your house and I'm at mine." Jason said as he leaned back against his head board. After arriving home, he had taken a quick shower and crawled into bed. He didn't realize how much he was going to miss having her next to him. His bed had never seem so big and empty before.

"Oh I have few ideas." Leigh teased. "It's a good thing you can't see me. Cause I'm gonna be red for the next hour or so." she whispered as she pushed off the door and headed towards her bedroom with the cordless phone. 

Jason was sure that if she could have seen him she would have smiled wickedly. He could see his own expression in the mirror on top of his dresser. If he was catching her drift, his lovely little minx was thinking about having phone sex with him. And the thought was enough to make his jaw hit the floor.

"Minx, are you saying what I think you're saying?" He asked hoarsely as his cock began to swell. Leigh laughed softly in his ear. He could hear her moving around on the other end of the phone.

"That I want to have phone sex with my incredibly hunky boy-friend?" She said teasingly. "Yes. Just the thought of you stroking yourself, is enough to make me come right now." Leigh said, not believing her own daring. Jason groaned in her ear.

"Minx, you better no be teasing me." he all but growled. "I'm laying in our bed with nothing but a hard-on. I miss you."

"Hmm, sounds like you miss burying yourself in me." Leigh teased. Laying down on her bed after dropping her robe on the floor, she lightly pinched one of her own nipples. She gasped softly. She remembered the first time that Jason had sucked on them. It was almost enough to send her over the edge. Jason stilled when he heard her soft exhale. 

"Minx, what are you doing?" He asked with excitement. "You're not playing fair." He scolded.

"And who says I've ever played fair." She asked impishly. "If you tell me what you're doing, I'll tell you what I'm doing." She said.

"I'd like to show you what I'm doing." He growled. "But since I can't. I guess I'll just have to tell you. I'm watching myself get aroused." 

"The mirror." Leigh said as almost to herself. 

"Yes, the mirror that I watched your ass bounce up and down in, the last time you rode me. Do you realize how hot that looked?" Jason asked her roughly.

"How did I know that you were watching us?" She gasped. "Next time I'll turn around so I can watch too." 

"Now what are you doing? Turn about is fair play." Jason reminded her.

"I was playing with my nipples. Remembering the first time you sucked them." Leigh responded feeling heat fill her face.

"Oh man." Jason groaned as he slid his hand down his torso to his waiting cock. "I've never seen a woman come from me just sucking on her. I almost came in my pants. I bet if you play with your nipples long enough it'll push you right over the edge." Jason murmured watching his hand sliding up and down. 




She Said "Yes"



He could not believe it when the phone rang and it was her on the other end, he really liked to have fallen over when she told him that she would have that drink with him.

He had been trying to get her to submit to that for a while now but she always refused. 

He met her some time back at the place where she works; he had went there to do some checking on the prices of their products. When he walked in the sight of the most perfect woman he had ever seen immediately overwhelmed him.

She was so perfect that when he tried to ask her a few questions he looked like a schoolboy who had his first crush on the most popular girl in school. She was blonde and had the most seductive eyes and lips of any woman he had ever seen. Her body was a perfect specimen of an adult woman not some young bebopper.

He tried his best to be professional but all he could think about was taking her in his arms and kissing her right there right then. 

As she talked to him he forced himself to look away from her perfect face long enough to look at her hands and sure enough she was wearing a ring. He had learned a long time ago not to let that discourage him, he knew that in order to get what he wanted he could never give up and he agreed with the fact "you never know until you ask." 

So he did just that, after they talked business for a minute he asked her if she would like to have a drink with him some time. She immediately blushed just a little and told him thanks but she was married. 

He left that comment alone for a minute and took out a business card with his name and number on it and gave it to her and told her that if she ever changed her mind to just give him a call, she just smiled and said thanks. 

He drove away and could not believe what he had just done, but smiled to himself and thought you never know.

As the next couple of days pasted he could not believe how much he thought of her; every time he saw a pretty woman, he used her in comparison. He was not in love with her but knew this was the most he had ever wanted a woman in all his life. It was not his intentions to ruin her marriage he just wanted her in his arms, at least one time. 

He waited a couple of days then he called her to see if she had changed her mind yet, she giggled and told him no and that she was still happily married. He told her he was not trying to steel her, just buy her a couple of drinks, she still said "no." 

Every couple of days he repeated this routine, just to let her know that he was still interested. On one occasion, he even sent flowers just to tell her to have a good day and left his number again. Still nothing that is until today, today she called him, and she asked if that offer for a drink still stood, he did not ask any questions just said "yes."

They agreed on meeting at the local bar next to his motel after she got off work. He arrived there early and got a couple of the "courage in a bottle in him right away" the whole time he was hopping she would not back down. 

At about fifteen after seven, she walked in and he noticed her right away. She looked as seductive as ever. He waved at her, stood up, and met her half way to the booth. 

They both said, "Hi" and sat down, he asked her what she was drinking and she asked for a beer. He waved to the waitress and asked for a round. He started the small talk by asking her about her day, she said that it was a terrible day, and that it was hectic ever since she got to work, the closer it got to quitting time the more she was ready for a drink. She had looked down at her counter, and saw his name and number and thought what the heck and decided to give him a call and take him up on her offer. 

He told her that he was the luckiest man in town, and she got a real kick out of that. They kept the talk simple, she told him how her husband was out of town right now and with his work, this was a regular routine. He knew, she must be getting comfortable talking to him or she would not have brought it up.

They continued enjoying each other's company and drinks all the way up until a quarter to ten when, she told him she must be going. They got up and he paid their tab. He walked her outside and to her truck and could tell she was feeling a little tipsy. 

She unlocked her door and he opened it for her. She hopped in and turned sideways to him as to tell him thanks and that she had a good time. He thought to himself it is now or never and he stepped towards her and in between her legs, and kissed her.

She acted a little shocked, and before she could say anything, he kissed her again. This time he kissed her with more passion. He gave no response at first, but he did not give up. He placed his hand on her cheek and pulled her closer to him, it was then that he heard her give out a little moan.

She followed by starting to kiss him back, each second getting more and more passionate. After about five minutes, he stopped kissing her, when he looked into those beautiful brown eyes of hers, and could tell that they were full of lust. He took her by the hand and pulled her out of her truck she never said a word just locked her door behind her and walked with him. 

His motel was only about one-hundred feet away, and his room was the closest. They walked in silence but did walk hand in hand. He unlocked the door and they both stepped in, when he closed the door, she turned to him as if to say something. Her grabbed her and pulled her to him kissing her passionate before she could utter a word. 

The more he kissed her the more she gave herself to him. His hands started to roam all over her body, and he was thinking to himself, that she felt as wonderful as he had imagined. When his hands stopped on her breast, she let out a moan of passion. He quickly began unbuttoning her blouse and then removed it from her shoulders letting it fall to the floor.

As he continued to kiss her, he led her backwards to the bed and when her legs touched it, he gently laid her down. He took a moment to look at her nearly naked body and sighed at her beauty. When their kissing continued, he unclasped the front of her bra releasing the most beautiful set of breast a woman could ever ask to have. 

He gently started kissing her neck and working his way down to her nipples taking one at a time into his mouth and gently biting and pulling on them with his teeth, working his way from one to the other. As he nibbled on her breast, he eased his hands down to her pants and started undoing the buttons, she offered no resistance.

When he had opened her pants, he rose up, grabbed a hold of them at her hips never loosing eye contact with her. As he pulled, she raised her hips and when he succeeded in getting her pants off, he noticed that she was not wearing any panties, he looked at her naked body and could see the glistening of her juices between her legs. 

He could not stand it any longer and quickly buried his face between her legs taking her clit into his mouth. She gave out a cry of lust and grabbed the back of his head and grabbed two hands full of hair, as he nibbled on her clit she had an orgasm, her first of many. She told him to kiss her and as she kissed her juices from his face, she reached down and started undoing his pants. He quickly stood up, removed his shirt, and practically tore his pants off. 

He climbed back on top of her and for the first time she grabbed his manhood, and when she did, she let out another moan. He guided himself between her legs and started to penetrate her; he found her lips and started kissing her again. Penetration was slow, although she was extremely wet and hot she was the tightest woman he had ever felt. He could tell that it had been a while since she had been with another man. 

Before he could penetrate her completely she was coming again. After about three minutes, he finally got full penetration and started making slow but strong strokes. She was going crazy with ecstasy, she started digging her fingernails into his butt cheeks as hard as she could and this just turned him on more. He started pounding her with all his might slapping his balls against her with every thrust. 

She was saying "yes, yes, yes" and he knew that he was close to climaxing and she could tell too, she bit down on the side of his neck and grabbed on to him as tight as she could, as he started coming deep inside her, she had yet another orgasm, this one stronger that any of the others. 

Her saying "yes" over and over were the only words spoken once they got to his room. 

They laid beside one another catching their breath, he thought to himself that right now at this moment he was the luckiest man alive and he had just had the most incredible sex with the most seductive woman in the world. 

To be continued...



She Said Yes



"Jason, don't tempt me." She groaned. "We haven't even got started yet."

"Speak for yourself." He growled into the cell phone that he had squeezed between his ear and shoulder. Leigh gasped. She had seen him stroke himself a few times in the past and she had almost gone through the roof. Nothing seemed sexier than a man fondling himself. "Should I tell you what I'm doing , Minx? That I'm stroking my hard cock, wishing you were here to watch me? Because that's exactly what I'm doing." He groaned. "I want you sitting beside me and watching as I tease myself into coming all over my stomach. Then I want you to run your fingers over your hard little clit and rub it for me. And when you get close to coming, I'm gonna grab that sexy ass of yours and drink my fill." He panted as he watched his hand move faster. In his ear he could hear the small cries that were coming from her.

"Oh dear lord." Leigh gasped, sliding her hand down to her soaked womanhood. "You are going to drive me insane. My pussy is so soaked that I'm surprised you can't hear it. I've just slid three fingers in me, but it's not enough." 

Jason all but growled, sitting up in bed. Swing his legs over the side, he grabbed a pair of exercise shorts and the small box sitting on his bedside table. Pushing it into the pocket he walked down the hall to his back entry way.

"Move the phone down there." He ordered. " I want to hear it. But just for a minute, then I want to hear you explode." Leigh's hand trembled as she placed the phone on her sweaty thigh and continued to shove her fingers in and out of her wet folds. She was so close to coming. And it hadn't even been ten minutes. Damn the man was dynamite even on the phone. Jason gritted his teeth when he heard the familiar squishing sounds. She definitely not lying about her readiness. Shoving his feet into a pair of old running shoes, he ran down to his truck. He was so hot he barely even noticed the cold night air. Turning it on he waited for her to pick the phone back up.

"I'm so close." She panted when she came back on.

"I can tell." Jason said hungrily. "And I'm gonna push you right over the edge." he promised. "You know what I'm gonna do to you, the next time I see you?" he asked as he started the drive to her house.

"What?" she panted as she pulled her wet fingers out of her pussy and started rubbing her clit again.

"I'm gonna replace those fingers with me. I'm gonna slam all ten inches of me inside of your tight pussy. And I'm gonna fuck you til you come again and pull me over with you." He promised as he stopped at a red light.

"Jason. You can't. The next time we'll see each other is at work." She protested softly even as the thought of him fucking her at work sent her closer to the edge.

Wanna bet, he thought silently, then told her, "Oh hell, Minx. I don't care." He said as he waited for the light to turn. He couldn't resist giving his hard-on a quick rub. "We'll go into Randy's office. I'll strip you out of those tight jeans you like to wear. Then I'm gonna pin you up against the door." He paused for a moment to tease her as the light turned green.

"Then what?" She begged as she crept even closer to coming.

"I don't know, Minx. You tell me what you want." He coaxed as he turned down her street. He wanted to keep her mind filled with images until he got there. He didn't want a fight with her about him showing up on her doorstep. All he wanted was to fuck the hell out her then sleep with her in his arms. Where she was suppose to be.

"I want you to unzip you pants." she panted. 

"And then what? Do I slam into you or do you watch me stroke myself." he asked as he coasted to stop behind her house. Turning the engine off, he jogged up the back steps. 

"Nei-t-t-heir." she stuttered as he quietly let himself in the back door. 

"What?" he growled.

"I want to drop to my knees and eat you up." She gasped.

"Oh you are a minx." He growled as he felt the familiar tingle in his balls. 

"Then when you get close, I want you to-"

"I'm gonna bend you over Randy's desk and hammer the hell out of you." He growled as he slipped his shoes off and headed down the hall towards her bedroom. 

"OH...OH...OH...." he heard as he passed through her open bedroom door. He saw her laying on her bed with her eyes closed as she rubbed her clit furiously. Her cordless phone laying next to her ear on the pillow. He could see her other hand buried in her tight folds as she desperately tried to bring herself off. Throwing his cell on her dresser, he watched as her eyes flew open and locked on his. 

" You're gonna come, Minx. Right damn now." 

Leigh heard the clatter and opened her eyes to see her vastly aroused lover standing at the end of her bed. Then at his command her whole world exploded. She didn't care if the man on phone had threatened this man. Her body was beyond control and she couldn't stop now if she wanted too. At the edge of her mind she knew that she should be but at that moment it simply didn't matter. 

"Yes!" She squealed.

"Oh damn it. I gotta have it." he growled as he dove into bed with her. Shoving his shorts down far enough to free his close to exploding cock, he pushed her hands out of the way and slammed into her. Her lust filled gaze locked on his face as she wrapped her long legs around his already thrusting hips. "I warned you." Is all he could say as the world start to unravel around him. Underneath him, Leigh groaned as her orgasm returned with a vengeance. "Yes, Minx!" He yelled as her contractions pulled him over the edge. For the next few minutes the bedroom rang with the sounds of their ecstasy.

Leigh yawned and tried to wake up when her alarm went off the next morning. She reached over to the bedside table and slapped at it. She felt a warm arm, under her breasts, tighten. 

"Good morning, Minx." Jason whispered. "I'll go start the coffee." He said before sliding out of her warm bed.

Jason was standing at the sink staring out the kitchen window when he notice a man crept up to Leigh's car. He watched with disbelief as the man attached a small bundle underneath it. 

"Son of bitch." He growled. He ran out the front door and tackled the man from behind as he turned to flee. After knocking the breath out of him, Jason yanked on the ski mask the man was wearing. He was shocked to see Douglas's face. He stared in disbelief before rage flowed through him. Here was the man that had made his Minx's life a living hell before she finally had gotten rid of him. And for the first time in his adult life, Jason lost control of his temper. 

"You little bastard." He growled before slamming his fist into the scared man's face. Jason grinned with satisfaction when he felt the bone in Douglas's face break. Getting to his feet he hauled the bleeding man up onto his tip toes. Holding him eye level he stared into the man's eyes.

"She's mine. Get it through that thick head of yours or I'll rip it off and shove it where the sun don't shine. Got it!" The man nodded shakily. Just then the a police car pulled up in front of the house. Jason turned and looked at the approaching officers. 

"He assaulted me officers. Arrest him." Douglas babbled. 

"Look under the car." Jason said calmly. "I caught the little bastard putting something under my girl-friend's car." One of the officer dropped down on one knee and examined the undercarriage of the car.

"Hey Marv. Call the bomb squad!" The man exclaimed. 

By the time that the police had left for the second time in two days, Leigh found herself sitting in a daze on her loveseat. 

"Oh god, Jason, I could have died." She said soberly. "Thank god you were here." 

"I'll always be here." He said softly.

"I hope so." She said. Looking up at the Christmas tree she smiled sadly. "What a way to start Christmas day. I can't even give you your gift. It was in the trunk of the car." She said looking at the floor. The police had impounded the car to process it for evidence.

"Minx. You can still give me something." Jason said softly. She laughed sadly.

"I wish I could, but no dice. No stores are open." She said finally looking at him. She was surprised to see him kneeling on one bent knee in front of her. 

"Marry me, Ms. Sunshine." He said with his heart in his eyes and an open jeweler's box in his hand. "That's all I want." The tears started to flow down her cheeks. 

"Are you sure?" She croaked.

"Yes, Minx. And I won't stop asking until you say yes." He said with an impish gleam in his eyes. "So you better say yes." 

"Yes." she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him passionately.

Later that day, Jason called his parents, who had retired to Florida. 

"How did it go?" His dad asked. 

"She Said Yes." He said happily.