6 comments/ 25329 views/ 28 favorites Eve, Modern Cave Girl By: Wifetheif My husband Nick got me into this, but I really can't blame him, I stepped into this situation with eyes wide open. I too saw the potential financial bonanza. None of that matters much right now. I am revising my diary at this point because of recent events. I've had to reconstruct some of what I wrote earlier because several pages of my journal were damaged In the beginning this seemed like a million dollar idea, now I wonder if Nick and I will ever leave this place ... I feel kind of guilty because I first made the suggestion to my husband Nick that he flesh out a sketchy report I read in the internet from a small town North Carolina newspaper. "The Primal Collective" was some sort of commune built around Cro-Magnon principles in wilds of the North Carolina mountains. Not much was known about the group as they were extremely secretive but their "commune" for lack of a better word, had been a going concern for several decades. They dwelt on land owned by a n eccentric billionaire, who used the presence of the small tribe of people to take advantage of an obscure tax loophole. The concern seemed to be thriving. When I showed the story to Nick, my husband got that glaze in his eye. That faraway look, of an author on the trail of a hot story. Digging deep into the internet and a few weeks of phone calls and investigations, Nick was sure that he had an idea for a book that would be a huge best seller. "Imagine! Cave men and women right her in the United States, wouldn't You buy that book? Oprah will sell a million copies alone!" Nick called Sherman, his agent, who told him that the idea was a winner. "You have a HUGE bestseller here, a movie is a sure thing!" To maximize the potential of the book Sherman suggested that both Nick and I spend a year with the cave folks. "You are a fine writer yourself, Eve." he told me, "Besides, this seems like the experience a couple should share together. As it happened I was between jobs. My teaching gig had just ended and there did not seem to be many current openings for an artist like myself. Sherman and Nick thought that incorporating my pastels and watercolors into the book would make it more appealing to buyers and would lure more female readers to the book. "I'll bet they don't allow cameras but your artwork will fill in that void." stated Nick confidently. We used much of my husband's advance to prepare for taking a year- long vacation from civilization. We cleared our schedules, hired a house sitter, and plunged into research. It helped that the advance was quite large. Actually getting in to the remote compound required skulduggery worth of a an Agatha Christie novel. The only person who had regular contact with the tribe was the billionaire's care taker, Floyd, and he was almost as shy and retiring as the cavemen occupying his land. The cave folks did trade, after a fashion, with the outside world, books, teaching materials, and a precious few things they could not manufacture themselves went in ; beautifully handcrafted baskets, ceramics, and leather goods came out. Because they were on private land, the children did not have to report to the local schools but the tribe saw to their education. In their only concession to outside bureaucracy, the tribe certified that every child received the equivalent of a high school education. The number of children led outsiders to extrapolate that there were between fifty and seventy adults. Judging by the last names on the school rolls, the families did not seem to be exceptionally large. It took a good portion of the book advance to induce Floyd into setting up a meeting between Nick, Myself and the leader of the Primal Collective. The billionaire landlord, in contrast was spectacularly easy to deal with. He gave us carte blanche so long as Nick redacted his name and the location of his remote estate from his book. I still recall the first meeting with the leaders of the collective. Nick and I had to hike for a day and a half into the woods from the closest parking lot (I can NOT emphasize enough how remote this place is) That first day I found the leader of the tribe quite handsome and rather endearing. A very fit man of middle years. His name was Karl Powers (He introduced his wife and himself as the "Powers that be." Nick laughed, only to be polite.) He was well muscled. I just ADORED the touch of gray at his temples. He reminded me of that old time actor, Jeff Chandler. He carried a stone tipped spear .On his feet, very handsome, handmade sandals. He wore a leather vest and a cross between a loincloth and shorts. About his waist a steel hunting knife and a small sack that closed with a drawstring. He carried a staff that seemed to denote authority. It was encrusted with attractive stones. His wife, Janice Powers, wore a short leather dress, the same type of sandals, the hunting knife and sack. Around her neck, a very attractive quartz and native semi-precious stone necklace. Later I pointed out to Nick that her jewelry was the compliment to her husband's staff. "I have a hunch that the "primitive" society is a feudal one." I could tell that she had once been very beautiful, her hair still held touches of auburn. At one point her hair must have been glorious. She was still a very attractive middle aged woman, in spectacular physical shape. Yet, she reminded me of those "granola grannies" that used to follow the Grateful Dead around. Too much sun, not enough moisturizer and a devil may care attitude. I image we looked just as odd to him. I'm tall and raven haired. I work hard to keep the weight off and remain trim. No one believes me when I tell them my age. Nick is actually an inch shorter than myself, he peers at the world through thick glasses, is losing his hair and his sedentary life style means that he always has a paunch. He is not classically handsome, but his way with words swept me off my feet. Our friends call us the odd couple because we seem such a random pairing. Nick made a persuasive presentation. Part salesman, part journalist, part showman, he sold the book as Karl's way to get his beliefs and lifestyle before a large and curious audience. Even if it did not bring in a single new member of the Primal Collective, many people would see the merit of his beliefs. Nick covered the topic from the ecological, political, and historical angles not missing a beat. After more than an hour of Nick's spiel, Karl Powers was convinced, saying, 'I think your experiment will benefit both of our communities , HOWEVER, both of you will have to live to our dictates and abide by the tribal rules. We hold all things in common, unlike other communist societies our actually works. We will provide you clothing and all of the essentials for life with us. In exchange, the two of you will contribute to the collective, performing all assigned work. All the two of you may bring into the camp are four knives, a straight razor, and an open mind. I understand that you will need to record your interviews and impressions so you may bring in as many notebooks, sketchpads, and art supplies as you need. We do have the capacity to make ink and paper if you should run out. Those are the terms and they are non-negotiable." After shaking hands all around, Floyd the groundskeeper agreed to return us to the same spot in two weeks' time. Karl, Janice, and the groundskeeper then exchanged bundles and the two aging hippies vanished into the foliage. "Well, darling," I told my husband as soon as they had vanished, with a tinge of awe in my voice, "That certainly went much better than we had any reason to expect." "Eve, dearest," replied Nick, "If I were not so charming, A dumpy guy like me would never have ended up with a woman as staggeringly beautiful as you for a bride." "You're not dumpy," I replied, "You're rumpled!" Then we shared a laugh and made final preparations to live off the grid for a year in an anachronistic society. I realized that I would miss my makeup and my cell phone especially. I wondered whether I would even get a shower for the next twelve months. I was very grateful that my IUD would last me through the year. Somehow I doubted the tribe was fans of condoms. The next two weeks were quite nerve wracking for me. I asked Nick some very important questions which he sloughed off. The story was the thing to him now, our safety seemingly less of a concern. I remember almost screaming at him once, "But that is just the point, Nick Dear. We have NO clue as to what their society is like! I have a feeling that it greatly reflects the psychology of their leader, Karl and what do we REALLY know about him? How do we know this isn't a colony of perverts He DID say that they "hold all things in common" you don't suppose that means people as well as possessions?" "Where's your sense of adventure?" asked Nick. "Very much alive, but tempered with my sense of caution." I replied. I wish he had listened to myself back then, now it is too late. In any event two weeks later we were following, Floyd, the caretaker. back into the deep woods of Carolina. Nick brought a house warming gift, A set of books on natural science and another of advanced do it yourself projects. I wore a favorite pair of jeans, hiking boots and a blue Tee shirt over my panties and bra. Nick wore khakis, boots, and in a bit of whimsy, I thought stupid, a pith helmet!" At almost exactly the appointed hour, the primitives appeared. Karl arrived in the company of Janice and another much younger, very fit, woman. Perhaps because it was a warm day, the younger women wore very little, a clingy bodice that exposed a healthy amount of bosom and a brief pair of leather shorts and the expected tough sandals. The younger woman possessed long brown hair and legs I envied. Her face had a very natural beauty. At first I thought that she might be Janice Powers' daughter, but there was no resemblance between the women whatsoever. She seemed to be in her early to mid-twenties, it was hard to tell, Unlike Janice, she wore no adornment whatsoever. She did have a simple blue tattoo of a bird on her left shoulder. The young man, looking just like Tarzan, wore just a leather loincloth and sandals, his long hair held in place by a piece of leather. A dusting of small tattoos only accentuated his attractiveness. He was exceedingly handsome and filled his loincloth nicely. Fortunately, Nick did not catch me ogling his muscles. I thought to myself, "Maybe, with all the exercise these people do, Nick will finally lose that gut he carries around." I don't think I was a bad wife for wanting a more healthy and handsome husband. Karl introduced his companions. "This is Roger. Rene is the younger woman and Janice you know." after a pause the caveman chief said. "We are as a rule, not an especially modest bunch, but we felt that the two of you would like some privacy while you prepare. We have garments for both of you. We had to guess at the sizes but your garments can be adjusted later. Each of you will be inspected before being permitted to dress. Absolutely NOTHING aside from what has already been approved will be permitted entry into our settlement. Floyd will hold on to your possessions until your little experiment concludes, whenever that may be. You will also be blindfolded until you reach our settlement. You must appreciate our desire for privacy." Nick and I were led behind separate bushes, he by Karl and Roger, I by Janice and Rene, and compelled to strip. I KNOW I was being appraised like a side of beef as i stood there in the all-together. I should have called an end to the experiment then and there. They made me remover EVERYTHING, including my Wedding and engagement rings. They even made me squat and cough! The clothing they gave me to wear was a bit more modest than Rene's. My vest like top close with wooden buttons and did a fairly good job of keeping my large tatas from public view. The shorts were as brief as Rene's but were very comfortable. The guess on my size was by Janice was on the nose. I had to respect her eye. Nick does NOT look good in a loincloth, especially a saggy one!. I had to suppress a chuckle when I first spied him. He had been allowed to keep his glasses but nothing else. I LOVE Nick but he makes pasty white people seem pale. I knew that by sundown he would be burnt red like a cooked lobster. We embraced and kissed each other for luck as we watched Karl carefully inspect our packages to make sure that we were not trying to sneak in a recorder, camera, or computer. At that moment I realized that I had not turned anything in in longhand since junior high. Nick's scrawl is so bad, his agent dubbed it "ransom note font" I hoped he would be able to read his own notes! Everything we had worn was boxed up and handed to Floyd the groundskeeper for safe keeping. From the sack about his waist, Karl withdrew a homemade calendar and scheduled his nest meeting with the billionaire's representative. "One of the concessions we make to both our own world and this one is a date book." stated Karl as he gave final approval to our experiment. Rene and Roger strapped Nick's and my own parcel to their backs and Floyd drifted off towards home. Nick and I were blindfolded. Rene and Janice held my hands as we hiked into the forest. Our walk was rather long. What we had expected we did not find. Once our blindfolds were removed we spied a quiet valley with a stream, waterfall, and lake. From the shore of the lake a massive tor of limestone reared up into the sky. Nick and I spotted the caves carved into the limestone hill immediately. We heard the bleat of goats, the honk of geese, a few cattle lolling, and the laughter of children. Both Nick and I thought the spot one of the more lovely landscapes we had ever seen. "We have a nice cave set aside for you." stated Karl. At dusk we will have a tribal meeting where you will be introduced. Until we sort out your particular talents, we will ask Eve to help prepare the meals and Nick to assist the men when they butcher game, that gives the two of you a few hours to set up your home." And that is just what we did. The cave was quite clean and about the size of a small efficiency apartment in Manhattan. Reeds on the floor and animal skin rugs felt divine underfoot. In one corner was a mound of dried moss topped with a very soft skin mattress filled with goose down, more than large enough for two people. I tried it out the bed. To call it "comfortable" does not begin to describe it. There was even indoor plumbing, after a fashion. Clay pipes led from a wood and clay commode carrying the waste to a bin some distance from the caves. There, a contraption separated the solids from the liquids. The urine was used in the tanning of leather, the solids were mixed with animal dung and used for fuel. These folks wasted NOTHING. Of course you had to lug water in every morning to refill the flush tank of the commode, but I have endured far nastier camping trips Near the entrance to the cave was a small stone stove, clearly meant to just warm things up and make very simple meals, two chairs and several oil lamps completed the decor. "As we visit other caves we will have some idea of how to furnish this place. It is nice and cool and the view is spectacular." opined Nick. I had to agree that the cave had a nice location. It was clearly manmade with smooth walls . It was indeed cool in the current unusually warm spring day and looked down right out on the lake. Very quickly we learned how the caves were made, The limestone was easy to excavate. Oh it took brute labor, but the rock was relatively easy to work. Our cave had belonged to an older man who had passed away from a fever. He had been their oldest member by many years. I have no idea if the tribe reported the death to authorities or not. When we asked we got contradictory and evasive answers. Had he not passed away we would have had to spend about a month excavating our own cave. We took the convenient housing opening as a good omen. Nick and I spent the first few days settling in. Aside from breakfast, meals were communal. All ate at four large tables; one for adults, one for the male teens, one for the female teens, and one for the younger children. Nick tried his hand at a bit of everything, observing how to make stone tools, instructing the children, helping prepare the meals. The children were fascinated by us. Nick was delighted that everyone was literate. There was a modest lending library. How to books were very popular as were natural histories, books on natural remedies and medicinal plants, especially from the local area. Since things like cars and airplanes had no corollary in their world, most absorbed adventure fiction from the late Nineteenth Century to the Early Twentieth Century, Edgar Rice Burroughs and H. Rider Haggard, and Jack London were are very popular. They made paper from local pulp and used inkwells and goose quills to write. Among his first project, Nick had the grammar school kids write down their life stories. It was a neat idea that gave us the outline inspiration of our first chapter. My artwork made me very popular. Some members of the tribe were artistic, but, frankly, none of them shared my ability. I soon found myself giving uncompensated art instruction. I amused myself by producing portraits of all the adults and most of the teenagers. Younger kids were satisfied with characters, which take far less effort. The tribe was wary of outsiders, but otherwise very friendly. The society was rather egalitarian. Kids had their role, teenagers had theirs and every adult was expected to contribute to the wellbeing of the tribe. Karl Powers, was not kidding when he said they were "not an especially modest bunch." Adult bathing was co-ed and scheduled daily. The closest thing the tribe had to an army were guards toting spears who kept everyone on schedule. Adult bathing was from about 1:30 to 2:30. Once the adults were out of the water, the teenage boys took the next hour followed by the teenage girls after that. Then the parents supervised the bathing of the children. The tribe made a natural soap that did wonderful things for my skin. Of course my eye drank in all of the exposed skin. The men were all nicely muscled. Nick was the only circumcision in the camp, a point of real interest for the younger men. Some of the women asked me very blunt questions about its difference it made during oral sex. I politely demurred from answering those questions. The women were all in pretty amazing shape, even the ones that had given birth seemed to have recovered their figures far more successfully than most women in the rest of America. I made a note to interview at least some of the women who served as midwives. Birth, like death and initiation into adulthood was a communal affair, Nick and I had sometimes gone to nude beaches, on at least two occasions, for a story so the nudity did not really bother us. Our first month was quite nice indeed. It was a very nice life these folks had carved out for themselves. Not necessarily, better or by any means for everyone. But there was much to admire in their "want not, waste not" culture. After the first week it almost felt normal to not get moment by moment updates about celebrities on your cellphone. The natural sounds of the forest, village life, and, and Mother Nature, were certainly more relaxing than the incessant drone of the twenty first century world. Some things that should not have surprised us did, probably because Nick and I are kind of squarish. The tribe grew a VERY potent strain of marijuana, brewed an alcohol concoction with a tremendous kick and mushrooms and various other fungi that altered consciousness. Nick and I knew implicitly that we had to soft peddle this information. Our problems began after our first month. We had settled in to the point where we sought to host other married couples. Our first guests were Karl and Janice Powers. They arrived with a clay jug of the potent potable and a dozen spiffs. Janice also brought along her dulcimer which she played expertly. The weed was far too potent for me, after a few puffs I begged off. Nick can smoke an entire barn full of Mary Jane and not get a buzz. As a consequence he smokes only socially, THC seems to abhor his nervous system entirely. Our evening went well until it dawned on us that Karl and Janice expected us to swap partners with them. Nick and I had prepared for everything but THAT! Stupid, I know, in retrospect, we really should have expected it. Unprepared and as a loss as to how to react, the night ended badly. Eve, Modern Cave Girl Ch. 02 I suppose the worst moment of all for my husband Nick came a short time later when Blake led me off behind some concealing shrubs and took me in the open air. I realized that I was rather loud, I felt certain that Nick could hear me from where he was, hell, the whole camp probably heard me. I could not believe how completely Blake's passion was wearing away my resistance. I remembered that the Colorado river had begun as a trickle that eroded the Grand Canyon. It was not hard to envision Blake's magnificent cock blowing me away utterly. Painfully aware of the stares I had drawn, I emerged sheepishly from behind the foliage and made my way over to the clothing Blake had made for me. I gazed around for Nick, and considered myself fortunate when I did not find his face amongst the gawkers. I hoped he had left before my little escapade with Blake began. I sincerely prayed that he was not in a cave somewhere, in a suicidal funk over my betrayal. If only Blake was less good looking, was less well mannered, was no so god damned eager and so hopelessly besotted! Maybe then I could better keep my emotions in check. Perhaps if Blake were less of the man than he was, I could seal my self off from him. But he was so honest, so guileless, and so secure, that any woman would find themselves weakening in his presence. I ran my hand over my sex, silently I cursed its hold over me. I've always orgasmed fairly easily. Nick has learned every trick to stimulate my responses, but Nick and I had had years together. We had built a passion between us from an initial bonfire to a steady, intense flame. After two days, Blake had gotten out of me, what had taken Nick more than three years to achieve! As I dressed, Blake materialized next to me, grinning broadly. "Eve, the sunshine suits our love making." I gaped at him like a stuck fish before I was able to come up with a response. It was as inane as possible as I sputtered out a weak, Thank you Blake. I enjoyed it too." Inside I was composing a list of reasons why I should run from Blake, why I should hide myself in some corner of the settlement until Blake agreed to return me to my husband, but then I was in his big strong arms and his lips met mine. Instead of running I allowed Blake to lead me back to the cave. Blake brewed some herbal tea and made an omelet for both of us. I hated the physical hunger my public display of affection with Blake had aroused in both of us. In addition to being devilishly handsome, a skilled artisan, he was also a first class cook. I found myself wolfing down my portion. In a quiet moment after we had finished eating, Blake asked sincerely, "Eve, do you like me?" I knew that this question would be coming from the moment Blake first won me from my husband. Fortunately, I had an answer ready. "Yes, Blake. I do like you. You are easy to like." "But you like Nick more?" I saw the direction Blake was trying to steer the conversation and I woke my inner diplomat. "Blake, dear. Nick is my husband, we have been married for a long time. We built a life together. I like you but I love Nick" "But things can change, Eve." stated Blake firmly. I knew I had to let him down gently, I embraced Blake and said, "I really don't think my heart is going to change, Blake. You are a wonderful man, a gifted lover and extremely sweet, but we come from two different worlds." Blake appeared hurt and stated, "Let's see how you feel in a couple of months. As for me I love you, Eve." And then he hefted me into the air. "No other woman can compare to you, Eve. Let me show you how much I love you." The two subsequent rounds of lovemaking should have enraged me, but there was a tenderness and earnestness to Blake that caught me completely off guard. I came for this caveman like I had never come before. Post coitus, my mind was a mix of emotions. On the one hand, the sex had been perhaps the best of my life, on the other hand I was acutely aware of the guilt I felt in betraying my husband, especially after having just affirmed my love and commitment to him. My mood was not improved when Blake gently stroked my perspiration drenched body and asked, "Can Nick give you THAT?" I tried to screw my face into a mask of neutrality. I must have failed because Blake broke out in a soft chuckle and stated, "I thought not." We were late for dinner. I noticed that Nick noticed our tardiness from his corner of the table. I flashed him our secret sign, "I love you." Nick returned his own salute but I could read the hurt in his face. I knew that one of Nick's greatest fears was that some taller, more handsome man would steal me away from him. Throughout our relationship I had always been able to convince Nick that he was just imagining things, creating phantoms where none existed. But Blake was no phantom. The eighteen year old caveman was everything Nick was not and could never be. I could only imagine how his imagination was running. More than anything I wanted to speak to Nick, to reassure him that I would never fall in love with Blake. But right now, how convincing would I be? Suddenly I realized that I had to completely believe whatever words I told him. Looking back upon my behavior of the last two days, "How convincing would I be?" I thought bitterly. My mind clouded over until I felt Blake gently stroking my thigh. I turned and looked into his beautiful blue eyes, and lost myself in fresh memories of making love to him. I no longer thought that I was the worst wife on the planet. I KNEW that I was a miserable excuse for a bride. Blake bent to kiss me, and God help me I kissed him back, in full view of my already paranoid husband. "What must he think of me?" I thought followed almost immediately by "What do I think of me?" Blake spent part of his two week "honeymoon" period, when we weren't fucking, making me wo more outfits. His skills as an artisan never ceased to awe me. Not only was he supremely talented, he was extraordinarily fast. The first leather dress he made, was two piece. The asymmetrical skirt with built in pantie, really flattered my legs. The midriff bearing top clung to my breasts like a second skin while simultaneously supporting them. In the outfit, every eye in the camp devoured me. This time Blake received requests for copies of this outfit from the men in the camp to dress their partners. Blake smiled from ear to ear as various men offered him goods in trade for the dresses. I realized that his skills would quickly make Blake, by the primeval standards of the collective, one of the richest men in camp. He had found a niche and was exploiting it to the fullest. The other outfit Blake made for me was a comparatively demure dress. It was short and clingy while still flattering my figure. This time all of the older women in camp, including Janice Powers, wanted one. I realized that Blake would be just as much a success in the fashion world beyond the camp as he was in it. I wondered, not for the first time, if this small universe could keep him happy for too many more years. I felt a little bit of my husband Nick fall away each time that Blake took me. To my profound consternation, with the passing of every new day, Blake became more and more adept at understanding what I needed and providing it to me. He had become as experienced lover in a remarkably brief time. Blake still drew stares and sighs from the young women of the settlement. They looked at me with either jealousy or disdain. Once the two weeks after our first night together passed, Blake was inundated with work. It also coincided with my monthly, I had hoped that this would allow me some space to disengage from him and spend some time apart from Blake. Visions filled my head of sneaking off while he was working. My part of the book had fallen weeks behind. Out of Blake's sight, I thought I might be able to sneak off and see Nick. Perhaps we could even disappear a short distance into the woods at least sped some quiet moments together. My plans came to naught. Blake's cottage industry expanded its floor space in the cave. He had to find places to store leather and thread. In one corner he set up a small desk and a ledger to keep track of everything coming in and going out. While I was menstruating Blake asked no more of me than very passionate make out sessions. While part of me was quite happy that these forays into romance did not end in coitus, part of me very much wished that they had. I was so confused as to my own emotions. I desired Blake a tremendous amount, I also wanted more than anything to be returned to my husband, Nick. I was Miss Contrary in a twilight zone. Despite myself I fell into a support role with Blake as I had with Nick. Since I was far more experienced in the business world and seeing that a fair share was always provided, I got corralled into serving as, more or less, his secretary. The work appealed to me more than any other job in the colony and I had to do SOMETHING to focus my mind elsewhere. Pretty young women Blake's age arrived in a steady stream to trade for one of the caveman's creations, usually accompanied by the man in their lives. These young women and I silently and constantly appraised each other. Without a scintilla of embarrassment or shame, they stripped down so that Blake could take their measurements. Part of me hoped that Blake would take a shine to one of these lovelies. Most were a more appropriate age for Blake and, unlike me, they planned to stay in the colony. I thought, "The faster Blake get interested in someone else, the faster he will tire of me and allow me to return to my husband." But even as I contemplated this, I realized that Blake had given me the best sex of my life, as much as I wanted away from him, I desired his manhood inside of me; his skilled tongue massaging my cunny. In short, I had become a hopeless mess. My period ended and Blake took me like he was making up for last time. It was damnable! It was was wonderful! A short time later, Blake and I paid host for the first time as a couple. Andrew, a lifelong friend of Blake's, and his partner, Jill were our scheduled companions. From the moment Bake and I placed the cave in as much order as it was going to achieve, I was under no illusions as to how this evening would end .Blake insisted I don the faux cheerleader outfit. That I would be expected to sleep with Andrew was unspoken but obvious. At this point, I rationalized, fidelity to my husband meant very little. Blake needed to experience women other than myself. He had to be made aware that his community was full of beautiful, willing, females, who were far better matches for him than a much older, married artist from the outside world. I would do what was expected of me in hopes that it would eventually lead back to my husband's side. Andrew and Jill arrived with a bottle of the potent potable, some Marijuana joints, and same incredibly beautiful down filled pillows. The same night that Blake had wrestled me away from Nick, Andrew had fought for Jill. I though him quite handsome and she quite lovely. Andrew was a bit shorter than Blake, and not quite as finely muscled. He had brown curly hair which he wore long, an attempt at a beard lightly fuzzed his chin. He was a goose minder, providing down, goose quills, meat and other products to the settlement. Jill was petite, blonde, and beautifully proportioned. I admired her legs, derriere, and complexion. She tended to non-hallucinogenic mushrooms the settlement dined on and was beginning to learn how to care for small children. The colony was very careful as to who watched over their youngest members so the apprenticeship for the job was exceptionally long. Jill had the very sort of bubbly personality toddlers gravitate towards. Andrew and Blake exchanged handshakes and then bear hugs. Jill and I slightly embraced and kissed each other cheeks, I towered over her. From the very first, I could tell that jill was very interested in Blake. While Blake gave Andrew a tour of the cave and they caught up, Jill and I went to the small stove. Jill had also brought along four pre-cooked goose breasts and some very savory mushrooms. We warmed everything up and handed plates to everyone along with a mug of the hooch. As we dined, sitting in a circle on the floor on the wonderful pillows Andrew and Jill had gifted us, conversation came very easily. All three of them wanted to know about the world beyond their settlement. I answered their questions but also made clear the negatives of life in Twenty-first century America. We all had a joint. This particular weed was not as potent as what the Powers had supplied Nick and myself. I felt myself getting rather mellow, I knew that I would need to be. As besotted with me as Blake was even he could see the naked desire in Jill's eyes. Gently he placed a strong hand upon my thigh, lightly squeezed and said very softly, "Eve, honey, why don't you make Andrew feel welcome?" Rising a bit unsteadily to me feet, I crossed the short distance to Andrew and waited for him to stand. I was in his arms moments later. His arms were warm, strong and comforting. As far as kissing went, it was clear that he was no where near as talented as Blake. There was an earnestness, almost a naivety to Andrew's oscular efforts. In a way I was not with Blake, in these arms I was the experienced older woman, Andrew reminded me of a virgin I seduced in college. Oh, Andrew had had lots of sex, but his busy, stroking of y body and the neediness of his kisses demonstrated that had not yet learned patience and slowness in lovemaking. Softly I whispered in his ear, "This isn't a race, Andrew. Slow down and enjoy the scenery." He briefly pulled away from me, flushed a deep red and frowned. I knew just what to say. "You are very good, Andrew. Your passion is nothing to be ashamed of, you just have to focus it a bit more. Let me show you." From that point on I was in the driver's seat. After being so overwhelmed in every sense by Blake, it felt good to be in control again. Andrew's hands disappeared under my leather top. After a bit of ham handedness, I slowly instructed him on the proper approach. "Why don't you undress me?" I asked in in a way that made it seem like his idea. Before too much longer I had him nuzzling my breasts like a pro. And then his fingers were on the wooden button to my short skirt. I allowed it to flutter to the floor. I worked his loincloth off and was pleasantly surprised by his equipment. He seemed a different man entirely when he picked me up and carried me to the huge bed. Blake and Jill were there ahead of us, my caveman engaged in cunnilingus with our very appreciative cave girl guest. Andrew caught sight of what was occurring and how thoroughly his partner was enjoying Blake's tongue. "Teach me that." he gasped. We found a place for ourselves on the down filled mattress and I gently but persuasively instructed my new student. Attention Deficit Disorder does not seem to exist among these modern cave people. Before long Jill and I were moaning together as we laid next to each other. I felt Jill grasp my hand and squeeze. I reciprocated. We came at almost the same time. Andrew was so proud of himself he hugged me tight and kept repeating, "Thank you." I took note of his erect manhood and positioned myself for fellatio, No man has ever complained about my technique and Andrew was no exception. He purred contentedly as I work on him, out of the corner of my eye I noted Jill watching me work. She learned as quickly as her partner and was soon giving Blake a far more expert blow job than previously. Soon our only difference was that I swallowed and she did not. All four us became a scrum of intertwined flesh as the men waited for their recharge. This was the first time Jill kissed me full on the lips. There was an intent behind her actions I was not prepared for. "You are beautiful, Eve. I like you." stated the petite blonde who had ended up in my arms. "I like you too Jill," I replied, but probably not in the same way." "That doesn't matter, Eve. Kiss me again." The men were now paying rapt attention to us. There was one girl I had messed around with in high school. We had also hooked up a few times in college. I had gone some of the way with her but would not complete the task, much to my friend's disappointment. And that was the extent of my sojourn into lesbianism, until now. Jill reminded me of my friend, like her she was small and pale, Jill was far prettier however. Maybe it was the alcohol and the joint. Whatever it was I wanted some more, Our lips met again, and this time, I kissed Jill back. It was very nice. Old instincts coming back to me, I kissed my way down her body. Jill had medium sized boobs that were quite pert and enticing. Her areolas were light brown, each surmounted with an enticing pink nub. I nuzzled each breast in turn and was rewarded in my efforts by the sight of her nipples becoming erect. Jill gasped heavily as I moved down to her flat tummy and adorable navel. Just ahead, the blonde tangle of her sex, still damp from Blake's exertions beckoned. Previously my nerve had failed me at this point, but Jill was so pretty and so trusting and sure of me that made my first foray into licking pussy. It turned out to not gross me out at all. I wondered what I had been afraid of all those years ago. Gently and then with more enthusiasm, I began to work on Jill just like I preferred men work on me. That seemed to do the trick. Before long Jill was repeating my name over and over. I was so caught up in doing a good job that her orgasm took me by surprise. I smiled from ear to ear as Jill's sighs of contentment filled my ears. "Again, Eve!" gushed Jill as her position changed. She slid out from under me and turned, burying her face in my pussy while her own honey blonde snatch was in my face. I got her off even more quickly this time. As for Jill, one would never have guessed that she was neophyte when it came to cunnilingus. A few minutes after I got her to the place all women seek to visit, I squeezed her tight and came all over her face. I had nearly forgotten that the men were there, but suddenly I was in Blake's arms and Andrew was embracing Jill. Side by side, Jim and I held hands and watched as our original partners mounted us. Somehow, this time with Blake was better than any previous encounter. The four of us made the leather mattress extremely messy before we all drifted off to the sleep of the dead. I awoke to discover Jill in my arms and Blake and Andrew smiling down on us, Blake whipped up a breakfast and we all sat naked, knee to knee. Instead of idle chatter, there was a deep and cheerful silence about the cave. Andrew and Jill had discovered deep truths about themselves, as had I. Blake had tasted other flesh and I could tell that he liked the experience, there was a subtle but profound difference in how he gazed at both myself and Jill. Andrew and Jill appeared the most changed. The previous night there had been some distance between them. It was not the distance of conflict, rather it seemed to be a frustration of failed expectations. The new found maturity that both now possessed had clearly banished their prior discontent. The way that Andrew had taken Jill forcefully demonstrated that his insecurity and its accompanying paradoxical hastiness was a thing of the past. Now the two of them seemed remarkably close. After every morsel of food was consumed, Jill broke the spell. "Well, Blake and Eve, Andrew has to get back to the geese and I have a child care class later today. Would you help me dress, Blake? After that we will be on our way. Certainly we must do this again." Blake, produced my most modest dress, and Andrew dressed me in it, very slowly and very carefully. In return, I slid Andrew's loincloth back on, giving his penis a few playful tugs as I did so. Blake seemed especially attentive to Jill as he helped her dress. He promised her one of each of his three dress styles, before he kissed her deeply on the lips. Andrew then kissed me. We disentangled and he strode over to Jill and placed an, obvious very welcome, arm over her shoulder. Eve, Modern Cave Girl Ch. 02 Now arm in arm, Blake and I watched them step back into their sandals and head out of the cave. From the opening of the cave Blake and I followed their forms until they vanished from view. Only now did Blake kiss me. Wordlessly, he led me to the bed. We were very late for lunch that day. When I spied Nick at his corner of the table, I realized that my life had just become infinitely more complicated. Eve, Modern Cave Girl Ch. 03 The rest of that day I had a very warm glowing memories of Andrew and Jill, and, of course, Blake. My teenage lover was really something else the day after our menage a quad. He seemed even more gentle and tender. All day long he praised my beauty, my intellect, and my artistic abilities. I admit that went to my head. I knew that he had seen me as more than just a warm body to share his bed since day one, but now, he seemed different, somehow. Blake appeared to gain even more sensitivity and maturity. All day I was in a hazy afterglow. We spent the entire day making goo goo eyes at each other, like a couple of high school prom goers. Blake interrupted his busy work schedule three times that day to make love to me. I reveled in his touch, his strength and sincerity were such a kick. Mid-morning, he asked me to hold a pattern while he trimmed the leather. I was on all fours, my pert little ass in the air. I saw the fire come on in Blake's eyes, soon, he forgot all about the pattern and took me right there on the floor. I think I made a show of protesting, but I could not deny Blake what he sought. It was all so primal, caveman, me suddenly naked, essentially a cave woman in a limestone hole miles and miles away from civilization. We stained some of the leather, causing Blake to laugh and state, "Good thing that our love juices are mostly on the edge, I can still turn this into a dress, but for a much shorter girl." The second time was just before lunch. I hadn't even bothered to put my clothes back on. I was going over Blake's record books. We were talking inanities, I was trying to deduce what one of his notations in the margin meant. He strode across to see what I was inquiring about when the next thing I knew I was in his arms, his firm kisses turning me into melted butter. While I mewed like a contented kitten, he worked on my cunny. Blake has oral talent, but this time he out did himself. I came as I had rarely come before in my entire life. That spectacular kind of dizzy, that happens every once in a blue moon. I felt like a complete wonton. How we managed to avoid making love in the great outdoors either just before or just after the communal bath, is a complete mystery. All I remember of the bathing was my intense focus on Blake's muscles as they glistened with water and sunlight. In some strange way, it was like seeing him for the first time. Oh, I had been aware of his physique for a long time. What I mean is this is the first time I viewed Blake's muscles and body as MY muscles and My body. I was really looking at him as my lover, in a new and profound way. Blake had read my emotions, As soon as lunch was over, we were back in the cave. This time, I sucked him off like he was made of honey before I mounted and rode him. I contentedly worked myself up and down his shaft, Blake's massive tool feeling like a mighty oak inside me. This time, the orgasm was like being hit by a rogue wave at the beach. I shouted his name and collapsed onto his broad chest and tried to collect my breath. As I returned to earth I wondered what had come over me. I DID know that Blake had new assurance and, for lack of a better word, sophistication. Whatever it was I wanted it, I NEEDED it! Thus passed one of the more perfect idylls of my life. Then came nightfall. I was almost literally sick when I realized that I had not thought of my husband, Nick for the entire day! With complete dread It occurred to me that I had not even looked his way at lunch or dinner! "What must he be thinking in his bachelor quarters?" I thought. By now he must be convinced that he had lost me. For the first time since Blake had won me from Nick I cried in earnest. Blake stepped away from his work to embrace me and try to and comfort me, but I was inconsolable. "Have I done something wrong, Eve?" he asked innocently. How could I explain to him the guilt I felt? It was hardly HIS fault that he was a spectacular lover and amazingly sensitive man. He was everything my sweet, dumpy Nick had always longed to be. The kind of man that Nick feared losing me to ever since he slid his ring on my finger. Now, I had, as never before, lived out his waking nightmare. I realize that I should have pulled away from Blake, but I buried my head in his shoulder and let loose with even more waterworks. Blake was too young, I thought, to understand the concept of a lifelong commitment. His tribe did not practice that nicety of the outside world in any case. How could I tell him that his sensuality had raised a wall between myself and the man I loved the most in all of the world? "But, what exactly do you feel for Blake?" I asked myself, and for the first time I did not know the answer! I thought that an inexperienced kid could never get to me. Naively I had believed that Blake would quickly tire of me, that experiencing Jill's charms would cause Blake to withdraw from me, but his experience with her seemed to actually draw him closer! "Please, Blake," I cried, "please let me visit Nick. So much has happened that he wouldn't understand. He has to understand that I still love him." An intense expression crossed Blake's face and he said softly but firmly, "No, Eve, you love ME. I am sure that you feel something for Nick, but you cannot deny what has transpired between us this past month. I KNOW that I give you things Nick never has never been able to and never will. We work very well together, Eve. Perhaps Nick is your past and your destiny is with me." I was floored, Blake had somehow grasped a deep thought of mine I had strived to keep buried. It was like he was seeing into my soul. I struggled for an answer. In the end, I mouthed an unconvincing, "Blake, I'm very fond of you, but I have a life to return to. I STILL love my husband. I want to go back to my quiet little house at the edge of the city at the end of the year. Yes, I know how I told you that much of the Twenty-first Century sucks but, for better or for worse, it is MY world. It is a place where cavemen simply don't fit in." Then Blake surprised me in a way I never thought possible. "I could live in your world, Eve, IF I had you at my side." he said in complete sincerity. "Blake, you don't know what you are saying. Even if I wanted to leave Nick for you, and I don't, there is so much you would have to learn about my world, You've never even worn a pair of shoes or ridden in a car. How would you make a living?" "The women of your world need dresses just like the ones of this world. I may not know much of anything about your world, but I am pretty sure you have leather workers there as well. You could teach me, Eve. Together we make a great team, it doesn't matter where our team is, in my world or yours, together we can handle any obstacle. You know that your body needs my body, as for me, If I were to sleep with a thousand girls, none of them could replace you in my heart and soul. I want so much more out of life, now, Eve, because I have known you in so many wonderful ways. Let us go together to Nick. He and I can talk things out. I promise that all I will do is talk." "Don't I have any say in the matter?" I interjected. "Eve, your heart and body made up it's mind some time ago. Your head and your outside world traditions are preventing you from seeing things clearly. You can lie, and deny that you love me all you want and as loudly as you want, no one will believe it, especially you." Blake gazed at me. In that moment, he did not seem the be an eighteen-year-old teenager. The look of his eyes, the set of his jaw made him seem decades older and far wiser. I stared at him dumbly. "Nick is a rational man," he continued, "I'm sure he can see the truth you deny about yourself. Together, he and I can talk about you, I'm sure that he still loves you, what man wouldn't? However, he as seen us together. I've seen the look of defeat in his eyes. I don't wish him any hard feelings. The three of us can hammer this out. If nothing else, I need to apologize for dislocating his arms" "And for stealing his wife." I added. Blake smiled and replied. "I couldn't have stolen you if he had had a firmer grasp upon you." And with those words I collapsed into a knot of grief upon the bed. Blake stroked my hair and spoke softly to me. In the morning, I awoke naked and between the covers of Blake's bed. I had only the vaguest memory of Blake undressing me and tucking me in. His face wore a concerned expression as he strode into view. He had a small mug of steaming tea in his hand. "Drink this, Eve." After taking the beverage from him, Blake sat on the bed and rested his hand on my shoulder. "I talked to Karl Powers very early this morning, I know he is not your favorite person in the world, but he is the only mediator my people know. I asked him to set aside some time so he can sit with us as we have our conversation with Nick. I think it best he be there." "But, Blake..." I began before allowing my voice to trail off. I had to admit that I never felt as alive as I had for the past few weeks living with Blake. The caveman KNEW I loved him, and now I was willing to admit that to myself. The road would be hard, I would have to teach Blake so much, yet the prospect of his discovering the outside world seemed like the most alluring of adventures Suddenly Nick's quest for a single book had become dueling editions. Nick's would chronicle life within the settlement and Blake and I could write a journal of a Paleolithic man coping with the Twenty-first Century! At last I stammered, "Yes, Blake, that is fine. Give me a few moments to collect myself and we can get started." I dressed automatically, my mind elsewhere. Blake, who I had assumed was a hormonal overgrown boy, had wisdom beyond his years. I knew that being with him had permanently altered me. Even if Nick and I left this settlement as a couple, for the rest of my life I would ache to be fucked by Blake. No matter what Nick did, no matter how good a lover he might be in any future we shared; I would still wish for Blake's touch and presence, his firm jaw, his broad shoulders, his soft kisses, his wondrous tongue, his strong arms, and yes, his incredible cock. Was I really in love with Blake, or was it raging lust on my part? There was not a simple answer to that question. Would the age difference become an issue? Could Blake and myself ignore the gossip of outsiders? Could Blake adjust to the culture shock? I did not know the answer to any of those questions. What I did know was that, even if the relationship ultimately failed, I wanted to be with Blake. Even if I had to remain here and bid my old life goodbye, I wanted to be with Blake. As for Nick? I had known since that first night with Blake that I was the worst wife in the world. No matter how I phrased it, even if I had the oratory gifts of an angel, I would still break his heart. "And part of you will die, too girl, don't forget that." I told myself as I combed out my hair. I had made a mess of things like no other misstep in my life. Would today be the greatest misstep yet? Only the future could answer that question. I gazed up at Blake, accepted his kiss and held his hand. United we strode out of the cave. Eve, Modern Cave Girl Karl and Janice were not exactly rude, but were clearly angry and disappointed. They maintained their composure but as soon as they left, Nick and I knew that there would be trouble. We hoped that we could handle it. The book shrank in importance a bit. Surprisingly, the next day things appeared fine, for some reason that worried me more. Nick and I had a long talk. We believed in fidelity. Nick had done a story on the swinger lifestyle once, I went as his date. The other swingers were content to just let us watch and hang loose while we gathered material for the story. Of course during the course of writing the story, we both received offers from swingers, but, to a couple, they respected our desire to not participate. We hoped that this situation was similar. Even so we made it a point to only host other couples outside and away from the caves, to ward off unsolicited propositions. One of the rituals we enjoyed watching was the "call to adulthood." At the end of each quarter the teenagers who had turned eighteen, were welcomed into the adult realm. There was much feasting and partying. Part of the ceremony involved pairing off for sex. A newly adult male buried a spear at the feet of the female he was interested in. Then, some other young man would challenge for possession of the same female. The males wrestled in quite good humor for the final disposition of female in question. Nick and I quickly discerned that nearly every wrestling match were as authentic as those on television back home. Upon investigation I learned that the young woman's preference won the day. The kids had all grown up in close quarters and knew who amongst them made the best couples. The faux wrestling matches were a way for everyone to have fun. The boys got to blow off steam and the girls got to watch their designated hero try and impress her. It was all in good fun, and then, Blake happened. Blake, despite his youth, was probably the best leather worker in the entire camp. If he ever left this place for the outside world, and the colony did lose about three to eight percent of its new adults annually, he could have made a fabulous living making luggage or saddles for well-heeled clients. It did not hurt that he was also amazingly large and incredibly handsome. Every woman and girl took notice of Blake. He was exquisitely muscled, could have stepped into the front line of any Big Ten college football program and had blond wavy hair that he wore in a distinctive style. In short, the kind of man women dream about no matter their culture or their geographical location. This night the match was going on in apparently typical fashion. All the girls had their eyes on Blake. The soon to be adult girls as well as quite a few of the older women, were openly flirting with him. Everyone was curious which young woman Blake would lay his claim to. In all honesty he could have had any of the girls preening for his attention. None of his male peers would have begrudged him his selection, what happened next put the entire crowd into shock. Ignoring the dozen or so comely eighteen year old girls, he strode over to the gallery and buried his spear point into the ground at my feet! He was challenging Nick for possession of me! My mouth fell open in the same wide O as the lovely stunned teenage girls. I was too deep in shock to find my voice. Nick was a bit bolder; he rushed to my side and tried to make a joke of it. "Very funny son, but this woman is spoken for." Blake seemed to stare right through my husband as he coolly announced, "The one called Eve Wentworth, I challenge you for her." "No dice kid!" replied my husband. At this point Karl Powers strode forward, "Blake is well within his rights, as an adult he can challenge any other adult." "That's preposterous, Powers. I'm not wrestling this kid, he will tear me apart." "Then you lose by default." replied Karl Powers. "Fuck you, Powers!" bellowed Nick. "You DID say that you would abide by the rules of the tribe "the call to adulthood" and its challenges are a long standing tradition with us. Accept his challenge or yield your woman." At this point I tried diplomacy. "Blake, what do you want with an old married woman like me?" Blake's response was simple and disarming, "You, Eve, are by far the most beautiful woman in the camp and you have an excellent cave." At that point I remembered what I had learned about the right of challenge. The winner got the woman in question and the man's residence; not an issue when the match is between homeless rivals. Blake had done his homework. There was an agile brain behind that huge handsome face. "We are out of here!" yelled Nick. "Come on, honey let's get our stuff and head home!" Karl Powers coolly countered with, "How are you going to make your way "home"? Especially burdened with your research? Neither of you could find the trails that lead out of the village nor out into the world you knew, especially at this hour, in the dark?" "But that kid is twice my size!" My husband said. "IF you lose you can challenge Blake in three months, perhaps by then, his eye will be attracted to a woman closer to her age." "Does anyone care that I have NO interest in Blake?" I asked. "I'm not about to let him take me like I'm some God damned video game damsel. I'm Nick's wife!" At this point Janice Powers interjected into the conversation. "We don't share the same concept as marriage that you do, Eve. We view it as a convenient living arrangement that facilitates open relationships. It really is high time for you to get with the program. Blake is strong, young, handsome, and eager. Sleeping with him would probably be very enjoyable, after some time, he like, all of our men and women will, no doubt, move on." "That's rape!" I spat. "Our society does not know the meaning of that word. At least, not in the sense that you do. Sex crimes are unknown amongst us. With everyone held in common, another cannot "take" what does not belong to him as ALL belong to the collective." said, Janice Powers wearing a smirk I wanted to claw off of her sanctimonious face. "But I have NO interest in Blake! I want to remain faithful to my husband." I said. "Sometimes for the sake of our society either member of a marriage must sleep with someone they do not favor. It is a necessary concession to the greater collective." stated Karl Powers. At this point Janice stepped closer to me and said, "It's going to happen, Eve. It can either be a pleasant experience or a very miserable one. The choice is up to you. It is high time that you and Nick became full members of our collective and participated in ALL of its traditions." As he was speaking several of the tribe's armed guards were herding my sweet rumpled Nick to the wrestling circle at spear point, Blake a few paces ahead of them. "Oh God, Eve." he said as he was being led away, huge tears in his eyes, "These folks are NUTS! I can't take this kid. Do what you must to protect yourself. Whatever you have to do I will understand. No tribe of backward barbarians can ever tear us apart." Blake towed over my Nick in the ring. I wanted to run to my husband's side but a group of the women encircled me. I watched helpless as the referee went over the rules several times for Nick's benefit. The only thing that could have saved Nick was a machine gun! It was over in a matter of moments. Nick was unwilling to simply concede. Blake ended the match in a way everyone could tell that he did not enjoy, by dislocating both of my husband's arms! My wonderful Nick went down in a knot of pain. The women around me held me fast as I saw several of the tribe's healers tend to Nick. As they worked, I heard the bones slide back into their sockets as Nick got sick all over himself. The fight out of him, Nick allowed the guards to lead him away. Blake frowned at my husband, then turned and eyed me with naked lust. I could not slink away as the women were all on Blake's side. And then he was looming above me, his blond hair capturing the glow of the fire and the torches. He offered me his hand and said, "I hated to do that, but Nick did not give me any other option. I will be very gentle with you however, Eve. I want you to like me the way I like you." He flashed me a goofy, sincere grin, and at that moment I saw him for what he was, a kid whose infatuation was being exploited by people he trusted, so that those people could score a point with Nick and me. I stopped hating and fearing Blake at that moment. I recalled what Janice had spoken just moment before, "It can either be a pleasant experience or a very miserable one. The choice is up to you." I knew it would be beyond stupid to fight Blake or protest any longer. What would either of those buy me but bruises? Those bruises would not diminish my humiliation one iota. Then I realized that Karl and Janice Powers wanted my humiliation. They expected me to make a scene and carry on. Well, I would not give them that satisfaction! Quietly, but seething inside, I took the huge mitt that Blake offered me and allowed him to lead me back to the cave. A cave I had shared until this moment with my husband. Just as Nick had fallen silent when he was defeated so too would I soldier on in silence, they would NOT get the pleasure of seeing me cry! As Blake and I neared my cave, we heard the sound of the festivities resuming on the shore of the lake. Several of the guards were busy removing Nick's presence from the cave and toting in Blake's leather working supplies and personal items. It was then that I realized just how well organized was this little extravaganza. My eyes followed where my husband's possessions ended up. I was able to conclude that he had been exiled to the bachelor housing. That was a large cave where the gay men of the tribe resided as well as the men who were such pigs sexually that no women of the tribe would have them. I felt that Nick would be safe there. Two guards remained posted at either side of he entrance to my cave. Obviously they would be there all night and were intended to suppress my expected attempts to flee. Well, I would prove to these modern savages that I was more civilized than they. Before too long it was just Blake and I in my altered home. For the longest time Blake had been staring at me like a giant, besotted puppy dog. I understood that it behooved me to keep Blake in this goofy state of bliss. He would be much easier to handle that way. I took the initiative, "So Blake here we are, all alone, what would you like to do?" "Well, Eve, if it's all right with you I would very much like to kiss you. We can work up to ..." he left the rest of the sentence dangle. I looked at him, really took him in under the soft light of the lamps. If I had set out the violate my marriage vows, I could not have found a more attractive man than Blake as my co-conspirator. I was older, experienced, and, in his eyes at least, supremely desirable. He was kid who had just become a man in his own eyes and the eyes of his people. I did not know his sexual history, but I could not imagine that it was greater than rudimentary. In all the ways that counted I was in charge of the relationship. I sneaked a quick look at the bulge filling his loincloth. I knew my blow jobs would curl his toes. I could control him, after a brief interval of passion I was just as capable of making him bored with me. However I played it, it meant letting him fuck me for several weeks at least. I summoned a picture of Nick in my mind. Silently I apologized to the image for all of the things I was about to do to this overgrown boy. Most fervently, I asked his forgiveness for any enjoyment I would get from sharing a bed with this kid. I hoped that before the year was over, everyone would have cooled down enough that life would resume an air of normalcy. I also fervently hoped Karl and Janice would let us return home. I had the rest of my life to apologize to my husband and give him incredible make up sex. I led Blake to a chair, sat him down, slipped off my sandals and slid onto his lap. "Before we begin, young man, some rules. We go only as slow or as fast as I decide. You will get what you want, but patient, slow, and tender boys get a hell of a lot more than hurried, clutching, insensitive boys. Remember this is new for me as well? Is that clear?" "Yes, Mrs. Went... Eve." And with that I began planting soft little kisses all over his face before I locked lips with him. The kid surprised me by being more than a competent kisser. I had not been with any other man since Nick had entered my life. To be honest, while we still made love regularly we had been in rut for some time. I had forgotten how much fun simple passionate necking could be. Disconcertingly, I found my body becoming far less rigid as I sank into his arms and felt the warmth of his broad and muscular chest. He began feeling me up and I indicated that he could continue. With patience I would never have expected, Blake slowly teased open each button of my bustier like top, nuzzling my skin as it is bared. I noted that his large, yet surprisingly tender palm and fingers felt very nice indeed on my breasts. Almost at the same time, his tongue encircled, first my right nipple, and then my left. I feel my nipples pucker erect as he daintily teased them with his lips and teeth. I just have time to ask myself, "Where did the kid learn this?" when I feel him stroking my pussy through my leather shorts. I felt my wetness and cursed myself for becoming so aroused so quickly. His large fingers force their way into the leg opening of my shorts. Blake does not try to storm the fortress with a full frontal assault, he gently probes. It becomes apparent that this part of foreplay is new to him, I respond with soft sounds when he returns to gentle stroking Utilizing strength that awes me He lifts me over his head with both hands and begins peeling my shorts off with his teeth. Talent like this is not learned through observation; Blake, confound him, is a natural. And now I am starkers in his lap, Blake slides to the floor under me and position himself so that he begin to eat me out. Only now do I realize that his tongue is a large and as powerful as the rest of him. For a novice, it does not take him very long to discover my clitoris. He may not yet understand what it is for, but he can certainly tell by my breathing what it does to me. The orgasm simultaneously shames, amazes, and humbles me. I slide off the chair, repeating his name as we end up sprawled on the floor. I don't remember the circumstances under which his loincloth was removed but I DO recall the first view of his massive tool. His huge uncut rod reminded me of a male French porn star whose films I am partial to. I cupped his balls and gently began to lick his phallus. I felt just like a house cat tending to one of its kittens as I licked ever millimeter of Blake's manhood. After this preamble I began performing fellatio to the very best of my abilities. Blake made sibilant little sounds and occasional tiger like growls as I pushed to the point of climax. I felt his body stiffen and prepared myself to take his load. He came like a god dammed horse. It felt like he unloaded the contents of an entire yogurt container in my mouth at once! I did not swallow; I turned my head and emptied my mouth on a stone spot on the floor. I hoped that my actions did not offend him and judging by Blake's blissful smile, I doubt he even noticed. We laid there for a while, caching our breath before he began kissing me. He managed to keep hold of me as he stood up. Toting me as though I weighed nothing he walked me over to the bed and slid me between the pelt covers. I felt like a total heel as he whispered softly how much he loved me. Only this morning I had shared this bed with my husband, been intimate with him in fact. I kept telling myself that I should not be enjoying his attentions. Why I was amazed that this total package of maleness had amazing recuperative powers is a confusing mystery yet I was totally floored when, just a few moments later, he was at full staff again His blue eyes met my brown ones as he rose over me and, like a practiced pro, slid his cock into my gunny. He began pumping away, not like a frenzied newcomer but like a suave, older lover. It was at this point that I fully realized that I had bitten off far more than I could chew. I came again with equal vehemence, then all I remember his gentle strokes of my hair and his soft kisses on my lips. Maybe because of the stress of the day, I was instantly dead to the world. I woke up the next morning to discover Blake smiling, like the love struck idiot he was, down at me. Suddenly painfully acutely conscious of my nudity, I pulled the covers tight around me, causing Blake chuckle My eyes searched out my cast off clothing, When I did spy them they were in tatters. "Blake!" I screamed, did you cut apart my clothes?" Blake's visage broke out in a wide smile, he chuckled again and said, "I have a surprise for you, a little gift. Now you can't say no to it." he turned away from me and reached for something from the part of the cave that had been converted to his workshop. "I've been working on it for a long time. I made the final adjustments while you were asleep." He placed a small parcel in my hands, wrapped in some of the paper the tribe manufactured. This type of paper was of the lesser quality, it served as a substitute for expensive wrapping paper in the outside world. I wrapped the blanket more tightly about myself as I opened the parcel. Out fell a cute little leather blouse cut like a sweater and a short pleated skirt with built in panties. The workmanship was incredible. The leather was the softest type of kidskin I had ever encountered. "Thank you, Blake its lovely. I'll try it on in a moment." I felt his eyes on my flesh as I stood and strode over to the commode. The kid was polite enough to turn his head while I tinkled. As I returned to the bed and prepared to dress in what was now my only option besides complete nudity, Blake spoke again. "I got the idea from something some of the guys and I found in a part of the woods we had never explored before looking for game. It was like a book, but was bigger and had soft covers. One of the old guys with us said it was something called a "magazine." I really liked the pictures. Several of them inspired your gift. I have worked on it in secret and always planned to give it to the first woman I slept with as an adult. That is you. With a shock of recognition I realized that it was a modified cheerleader's outfit! I instantly gathered the nature of the magazine he found in a random part of the woods. The stitching was wonderfully ornate. I could tell that Blake had poured his heart and soul into this thing. First I tugged up the skit and pantie combination. It fit nicely and closed in back with a wooden button on a flap that caused it to fit snugly around my waist. The skirt was very short, but at least it wasn't any briefer than my now destroyed shorts. Next, I pulled the soft leather faux sweater over my head. It clung to my frame like a second skin and felt marvelous. I imagined that I looked ridiculous in this outfit. Even in my prime I detested cheerleaders, but the look in Blake's eyes when he surveyed me in his creation was almost heartbreaking. I was his every fantasy personified. "Turning this kid off is going to be a tall order," I thought as modeled the sexy little dress for its creator. I could see that my attire was arousing Blake. I attempted to side track him, "Blake," I said, "You must let me give you a gift in exchange. I think a pastel portrait of you would be a lovely addition to the cave. You should see how handsome you are." My little play to his vanity had the desired effect. After a moment of contemplation he asked, "How long will it take?" Eve, Modern Cave Girl "Not long. Blake. At least the preliminary sketch won't.'" Blake started a small fire in the cave's stove and started to boil water to steep the potent, herbal tea the tribe made. "When the tea is ready, I will make a meal for us." said Blake as he returned from the stove. "How should I stand?" I had him place one knee on the chair, so I could capture a nice three quarters view of him. Unlike me, Blake seemed oblivious to his nudity. I made my way to my sketch pan and pens; I would color him in later with my pastels. I moved the other chair in the cave into position and set to work. I felt like I was sketching Michelangelo's David come to life. The natural life he had lived made Blake muscular in a way that was almost primeval. Blake wasn't muscular the way some of competitive bodybuilders. Blake had not had to work to sprout the sinews and knots of muscle that adorned his frame, it was as though he had stepped out of the ages from some ancient Greek Olympiad .To be honest it was difficult at first to focus on the job at hand. When the mood hits me I can work very fast, and I was supremely inspired by the physique on display. My pen seemed to have a life of its own as is impelled my hand across the paper. In a matter of moments I was able to capture Blake in all of his naked glory. I turned the pad for Blake's inspection. He smiled at first and then guffawed loudly. I was abashed as never before as I realized that I had preserved him at full arousal! I flushed red and felt the shame in every part of my body. I could only stare at the floor of the cave to protect myself from further embarrassment. Blake gently touched my arm and said, "I like the picture Eve. What's wrong?" Finding my voice at last I was eventually able to meet his gaze. "Nothing is wrong, Blake, at least nothing is wrong with you. Is that tea ready yet?" Blake poured two cups of tea and made eggs and venison sausage for the two of us. "Your cooking is excellent, Blake." I stated sincerely "Thank you, Eve. When we hunt for game sometimes we are gone all day. Everyone tried their hands at cooking but everybody decided that I was best at it so it became my duty to feed the men when we were foraging. Cooking's OK but I prefer working my leather. Now that I am an adult, they will expect me to hunt less, which give me more time working leather. Becoming a man could not come fast enough for me. Now I have a place to work permanently and the most beautiful woman in the entire camp to love and protect." I stiffened a bit at those words and I tried a bit of diplomacy, "Blake, doesn't it bother you that I am nearly nine years older than you?" Blake reacted as if I had just said something stupid and replied with, "Of course not. Why should it?" "Well Blake, wouldn't you be more interested in a girl closer to your own age." "They are girls, I want a woman." I did not know how to respond to that other than smile wanly. Turning Blake off would be more difficult than I had first hoped. I was standing there contemplating this new complication when Blake embraced me, lifted me above his head and lowered my lips to his. Reflexively, I kissed him back. Blake began feeling me up through the kidskin sweater. "You had better take that off, Eve, I'd hate to see it damaged while we make love." "But I don't..." I began but the determined, lustful look from Blake caused the rest of my protest to die on my lips. I could lie and say that I was better behaved this time, more of the woman I wanted to be, that I thought of my poor husband and laid there like an inert log while Blake did his thing. Let us pretend that is exactly what happened. When we were finished, Blake decided to redress me. I simultaneously resented and adored his giant hands as they restored my clothing. Obviously he was falling for me and I knew no antidote to his infatuation. By now it was time for lunch. Blake slid on his loincloth and sandals and said, "Eve, you will be the most beautiful woman at lunch, like you always are." I felt acutely self-conscious of my attire as I stepped from the cave into the mid-day brightness. The guards, not the same from when Blake and I had entered the cave, smiled wryly at my ne attire. Blake insisted on holding my hand as we made our way to the communal tables. Since Blake was now an adult in the eyes of the tribe, he could sit with the adults. As we walked I heard many comments about my sexy little dress. Several of the teenage girls, the very ones whom Blake had rejected the night before, came forward and petitioned Blake to make them a dress just like mine. Only a blind man could not have read the salacious ulterior motives on the young girls' faces; Blake, however, only had eyes for me. He beamed with pride as he replied, "I'll start taking orders when my vacation is over." At that point I remembered, new adults got a two week pass from having to perform any tribal duties. It was a chance for the new couples to experience a little honeymoon. I felt my skin grow cold. If Blake did not have to work, then for the next two weeks all he would want to do was... I wanted to throw up. That feeling intensified when I spied Nick making his way to the bachelor's section of the table. Blake and I discovered that we had a reserved spot, directly opposite of Karl and Janice Powers. Janice was obviously trying to stifle a smirk as Blake and I took our seats. Karl wore a poker face, worthy of a Vegas pro. "How are you settling into the adult world, Blake?" Karl asked. "It's everything I hoped it'd be. Mr. Powers" replied Blake breaking out into a giddy smile. Karl smiled, turned to me and asked, "And how do you find your companion, Eve?" He and Janice wanted a frazzled humiliated woman, with a breathless, shamed demeanor. I was really angry at both of them, and I was also angry at the way they were exploiting Blake. I buried those feeling however. I put on my best neutral face and said simply, "He's been a perfect gentleman, the tribe should be proud of how well you raised him." I took great delight in the anger that briefly darted across Janice Power's face. I was not giving her what she wanted, and that was infuriating her. Her eyes shot me daggers before she got control of herself. Through a facade of sincerity Janice replied, "Yes, we are all very proud of Blake." Aside from occasional small talk, the rest of the meal passed in silence. Blake inhaled one helping after another. I could tell that aside from sex, food gave him the most pleasure in life. When the Powers' were engaged in side conversations, and not focused upon me, my eyes sought Nick's at the corner end of the table. He nodded at me, flashed the OK sign and the little gesture we had created to say "I love you" to each other across a crowded room. I flashed our little sign right back at him and tried to convey with my eyes that I was OK and that the kid had not harmed me. I could tell by Nick's body language that he understood almost all of what I had communicated to him. Lunch ended and tribe's guards began the task of segregating each sub community. The children were marched back to school, the teenage boys and girls who had started school earlier were organized into foraging parties or sent off to apprentice at their crafts, leaving the adults alone. It was time for the communal bathing. I really need to bathe, but I knew it would be weird with both Blake and my husband washing with me at the same time. With no alternative, I bit my lower lip, found a spot for my new outfit and stripped down. Blake took the opportunity of his first adult co-ed swim to drink in all of the naked females. I saw him spy women his own age, and hoped he would find one of them more attractive than me, but his eyes kept returning to my form. The look he gave me did not match the ones he gave the younger women. I tried to bathe apart from Blake but he caught me up in his big hands and set to work soaping me from head to toe. It was infuriating! It was wonderful! We rinsed off under the waterfall and Blake held my hand while we found a warm rock in the sun to dry our bodies. While we were sunning ourselves my husband Nick approached. I felt the sting of his hurt look as he realized how well hung Blake was. Nick's cock is respectably sized, he had always been able to please me. Even so it must have been quite disconcerting for him to realized that a man who dwarfed him in nearly all respects was fucking me. I could tell that he was relieved that I bore no scratches or druises. Nick still looked rumpled, he had lost some wight, but not enough to make any difference to his gut. My besotted teenager rose to his feet as Nick approached, Blake interposed himself between Nick and myself. His posture was a defensive one. "Easy son, I have no beef with you. I just want to talk to Eve." Blake eyed my husband warily and said, "You can talk from where you are." "That's fine, kid." Nick stared at me and asked in an emotion choked voice, "How are you, Eve." "I'm fine, Nick." I replied softly, "All things considered, Blake is a gentleman." "He wasn't very gentlemanly when he threw me around like a Frisbee." "Things are complicated, Nick. I think there are more powers than you know behind the scenes and pulling the strings." I hoped that my words would go over Blake's head but be clear to Nick. My husband's mind was as keen as ever as he replied ,"Is that so? We've been sent to detention then?" "Yes Nick, we did not deserve it but its what we got." Nick understood fully, "It was my time to express sympathy. "How are you doing,Honey?" "I'm getting by, Eve. The interviews with the gay cave men will add color to the book. My arms don't hurt anymore. I'm making new friends." At this point Blake stated rather forcefully, "Enough Talk!" to emphasize his position, he made a point to bend and kiss me full on the lips. Nick visibly blanched at this sight. He licked his lips, flashed me our "I love you" signal, waited for me to return the sign and then turned to leave. Sadly I watched my husband's back recede into the distance. More than anything I wanted to run up to him and hug him tight and kiss him like he was made out of chocolate, but when I would ever be able to do that again was a great unknown. I wanted to cry but I knew that I could not. Blake began stroking my thigh with an intent that was clear. I looked into his sky blue eyes and prayed that I never got to the point where I authentically returned his affections. "If that happens," I realized, "Neither Nick nor myself will ever leave this place." Despite myself, my palm began massaging Blake's hair as his lips returned for another kiss." I am the worst woman in the world!" I though, as something deep inside my soul cried out, a gentle roar like a motherless kitten. I kissed Blake until the sound went away.