2 comments/ 31259 views/ 6 favorites Three Wishes By: PrincessJezebel Three Wishes .....The virgin wishes to be taken, the prince wishes to take her, and the Fairy Godmother grants all wishes! The handsome prince and the fairy godmother had finished binding the slightly-tipsy fair maiden firmly to the bed. The virgin pulled against the cuffs and whimpered into the gag, but she had been rendered completely helpless. Worse yet, she felt herself becoming aroused! The prince and godmother stood smiling over their lovely captive, and then the prince set out on his quest. He slid his young, muscled body languidly up the length of her taut, lean form, still covered in the black satin gown, til his whole body was covering hers and his raging manhood was throbbing against her virginity. He pulled the gag out of her mouth and kissed her deeply, feeding at her mouth as she lost herself in his kiss and moaned softly. The prince replaced the gag in the maiden's mouth and proceeded to kiss and lick his way down her body, stopping to bury his face in the satin covering her small breasts. Then he pulled down the front of the gown and began to suckle her nipples, as she moaned softly into her gag. The prince slid his hands under the maiden's body and stroked the slippery satin down her back to her little bum, at the same time sliding his own body downward until it rested between the virgin's wide open legs. She began to squirm as he lightly rubbed his cheek over her satin-covered loins, pushing his face down into her womanhood and smelling her lovely fresh aroma. The poor virgin was thrashing and pulling on her bonds, her moans becoming louder as her handsome prince worked his way closer to the fulfillment of both their wishes.... ************************************** Maggie and Crystal unlocked the door to their hotel room and spilled inside, still bubbling with animated conversation about the play they had just seen. The two women, though 30 years apart in age, shared a passion for the theatre, and had become good friends when both were cast in a community theatre production of "The Rocky Horror Show." The show had been great fun for the outrageous Maggie, who had played the naughty maid Magenta, and quite an eye-opener for the more naïve and inexperienced Crystal, who had played the naïve and inexperienced Janet. Maggie had taken young Crystal under her substantial wing and set out to corrupt her innocence (but in a GOOD way!). Now they were in Chicago for a weekend of regional theatre, museums, great restaurants, and of course, shopping. Earlier that afternoon, they had visited a wonderful high-end lingerie shop, from which Maggie had emerged with a mysterious package that Crystal had not even seen her purchase. They were taking off their coats and preparing to get comfy and enjoy an evening of screwdrivers and girl talk. Maggie had bought the vodka and orange juice, also during their afternoon shopping trip. Crystal had been 21 for a month now, but was often mistaken for a high school girl, so it was just easier for Maggie to buy the alcohol. Maggie, at 53, rarely had trouble obtaining ANYTHING she wanted! Crystal had removed her dress, shoes and stockings (she rarely wore a bra), and was about to slip into her oversized T-shirt and Hello Kitty flannel pajama pants, when Maggie brought forth the mystery package from the lingerie shop. "Wait just a minute, young lady!" she said, assuming a stern motherly tone. She opened the box, which was beautifully printed with the store's sophisticated logo in shades of mauve and lilac, and carefully took out a shiny black satin nightgown. Maggie ceremoniously handed the gown to the younger woman. "This is for you, sweetie. Now that you are 21, it's time to start looking like a woman!" (Maggie frequently spoke in exclamation points.) Crystal's bright blue eyes grew large with surprise as she carefully held the gown and examined it, then let the luxurious satin slide over her head and down the full length of her body. As she stood in front of the large mirror, she laid her black-framed glasses on the side table and released her girlish ponytail, shaking out her shoulder-length brunette hair. She was amazed at the transformation! Still wearing her evening makeup, her face no longer looked like that of a little girl. She ran her hands over the satin from her shoulders, across her small breasts, and to her slightly flaring hips. She was petite and lithe, but the gown was cut and draped perfectly to give the illusion of womanly curves. In the meantime, Maggie had slid into her own new satin gown, in a deep teal color trimmed with black lace. Where Crystal needed the illusion of curves, Maggie had curves to spare. As she moved to the mirror next to her young protege, she smiled at the way her own gown wrapped around her plus-size body emphasizing her luscious breasts and hips while graciously downplaying the less-perfect parts. She also appreciated how the color complemented her green eyes and the mahogany curls with streaks of silver that fell halfway down her back. As Maggie ran her hands down her shoulders and over her breasts, her very large nipples hardened and became quite prominent sitting in the underwire cups of her gown. Both women giggled as they compared their similar height, milky skin and perky noses, and contrasted their very different body shapes. Maggie gave Crystal a big warm hug and couldn't help noticing how deliciously their twin layers of satin slid against one another. She also found herself unconsciously caressing Crystal's satin-clad back, and came to her senses just at the moment her hand was slipping toward Crystal's tiny ass. A bit taken aback, she moved away from Crystal and said, "Why don't you get out the glasses, vodka and orange juice, while I get us some ice?" "Maggie!" Crystal cried in dismay. "You're not going out in the hallway like THAT, are you?" "Of course, hon!" the older woman laughed. "You never know who you might meet!" With that, Maggie tossed her hair, gave Crystal an evil smile, and swept out the door. Crystal was one of the legion of young people that Maggie thought of as her "theatre kids." Her own daughter had moved to New York City more than ten years earlier, to pursue her own career in theatre. So Maggie had become a sort of "fairy godmother" of the theatre—always there with a smile, a kind word, a hug, a tissue to wipe away tears—and a raunchy story. Many young actors of both genders had received their rudimentary sex education from Maggie's bawdy backstage stories, and yet she was also the person you could trust to answer your questions about sex that you wouldn't dream of asking your parents, to pat you on the back when you lost your virginity, or to give you a hug if it didn't turn out to be all you had hoped for. Since Crystal had shared a dressing room with Maggie during "Rocky," she had learned a lot from Maggie. And what Maggie had learned from Crystal was that Crystal was still a virgin. The younger woman wasn't entirely innocent—she could talk sex just like the big girls. But somehow, she had just never managed to HAVE it. She had spent so much time in shows that she had little time for dating, and the few boyfriends she'd had proved themselves to be losers before she felt ready to sleep with them. Now that she was 21, she considered her virginity to be something of a nuisance, but hadn't quite worked out how to dispose of it. She and Maggie had discussed the topic at length. Crystal had even quipped, "I almost wish some handsome prince would come along and take me against my will, just to have it over with!" Unbeknownst to Crystal, Maggie had arranged this whole trip to grant that wish, and the wishes of two other people as well. As she returned down the hall from the ice machine, Maggie stopped to very lightly tap on the door of the room next door, which also happened to adjoin the room she shared with Crystal. The door opened a few inches and Maggie whispered to its occupant, "Go ahead and get everything set up. I'll get a drink into her and then signal you." The person behind the door shared a delighted smile with Maggie as he closed his door. Maggie walked to the opposite end of the hall to fill some time, and then returned to her room. Crystal had everything ready when Maggie came in the door with the ice, and Maggie set about making the drinks. She made a weak screwdriver for herself and a strong one for Crystal. She had not observed the girl drinking any water since they had returned to the room, so she hoped that Crystal would be thirsty and take several gulps before she realized how strong her drink was. Maggie felt slightly guilty because she knew that Crystal got tipsy easily, but she reasoned that this would help her relax during the major event planned for the rest of the evening. Maggie handed Crystal her glass, raising her own in a toast. "Here's to two lovely ladies enjoying the big city!" She clinked her glass with her young friend's and was pleased to see that Crystal did empty half of her drink before stopping to cough and giggle. "Wow! That's strong!" the girl said, but she continued to sip at the drink as they both giggled and told each other funny stories about drunken escapades. They were having so much fun that between stories and fits of laughter, Crystal had quickly drained the rest of her drink. She slammed her glass down on the table, exclaiming, "Woo! I gotta take a piss!" and stumbling to the bathroom as she laughed loudly at her own crudeness. Maggie stood as if to help Crystal walk to the bathroom, but even as Crystal was closing the bathroom door, Maggie rapped softly on the door between theirs and the next room. The doors opened on each side, and a stunning young man wearing nothing but silk boxers stepped into the room. Maggie kissed him playfully on the lips and hugged him, one hand squeezing his tight young ass. As he pulled away, he took the opportunity of grabbing one of her ample breasts and running his thumb over her responsive nipple. "Mmmmm..." Maggie sighed, "I think we shall have a lovely time tonight!" The young man grinned and responded, "Yes, I believe we shall!" They heard the toilet flush, and stepped back into the frame of the adjoining doorway and waited gleefully for Crystal to exit the bathroom. As the door opened and she giggled and stumbled out, she stopped dead in her tracks, mouth hanging open, as she saw the young man. And he WAS a sight to behold! Right at 30 and not much taller than herself, he had a lean but well-muscled body, shoulder-length golden hair, deep blue eyes, a strong and regal nose, and gorgeous full pouty lips which curved into a radiant smile when he saw Crystal. "Omigod!" Crystal blurted, "It's a real handsome prince!" Maggie put her arm around the still-stunned girl and began to guide her into the adjoining room, saying, "Well, not quite dear, though he has played a few of them on stage. This is my friend Matt. We did Shakespeare (and a few other things) together back when he was in college, but alas, after graduation he came here to Chicago to make his living as an actor. And Matt, this is Crystal." "She's perfect!" he muttered conspiratorially to Maggie as he took the girl's hand and kissed it. Poor overwhelmed Crystal could only sputter, "Um...hi." As they made their way into the room, Maggie smiled appreciatively at the king-sized bed and noticed that Matt had followed her instructions and attached the furry cuffs to the bottom corners of the bed, and the other set to the middle of the headboard. This boy was thorough! Crystal, on the other hand, was still completely flummoxed. "But....why...? What....?" she stammered. She stopped in the middle of the room and shook her head gently to try to clear the alcohol fog, but still had no clue what was about to happen. Maggie carefully tightened her grip on Crystal's shoulders and nodded to Matt, who moved in and put his arm firmly around Crystal's waist from her other side. "Well, you see dear," Maggie began in her most soothing tone of voice, "I asked Matt to join us tonight so that all three of us could have a specific fantasy brought to life. Happily, our three separate fantasies fit together like puzzle pieces!" "Fantasy? What fantasy?" Crystal asked, looking from Maggie to Matt with a growing sense of trepidation, suddenly realizing that Maggie had taken up position directly behind her, and Matt was standing directly in front of her. Matt moved in closer, and placing his strong hands on the sides of her sweet face, kissed Crystal deeply, passionately, while at the same time pushing her backward into Maggie's sturdy body. "Don't you remember, sweetie?" Maggie said, as she wrapped her arms around Crystal, pinioning the girl's arms to her sides. "You wished for a handsome prince to appear and make your virginity disappear!" Matt broke the kiss but moved his lips to the stunned virgin's ear, whispering, "And my long-time fantasy is to deflower a fair maiden just like yourself." "Isn't that lovely?" Maggie cooed. It took a few moments for Crystal to comprehend the meaning of the words, but when she did, she tried to wriggle out of the four arms holding her. But she was firmly sandwiched between Matt's muscular body and Maggie's cloud-soft one. "No!" she screamed, though she was beginning to feel that warm little twitch between her legs. Maggie clamped a strong hand firmly over her mouth, saying calmly, "Now, I don't want to hurt you dear, so please let's just relax and enjoy, okay?" Meanwhile, Matt had produced Maggie's favorite training ball gag. Maggie removed her hand from Crystal's mouth, and just as the girl opened her mouth to scream, Matt thrust the gag into her mouth and Maggie quickly fastened it in back. Her cries now muffled, the young man held her small hands tightly and stretched them over her head, so that the older woman could run her hands first down the front, and then down the back, of Crystal's satin nightgown. Maggie then wrapped her arms around the girl, fondling her small breasts as she rubbed her own satin-draped body (and large breasts) against the back of Crystal's body, satin to satin. Though she wasn't inclined toward sex with women, the girl shivered under her older friend's experienced touch. Then Maggie and Matt easily dragged her small, struggling body to the bed. Maggie also could feel herself becoming aroused, and she smiled at Matt as she noticed the growing bulge in his shorts. They had reached the bed, where Maggie brought Crystal down on her back and lay on top of her, the older woman's considerable weight subduing the girl's struggles. Maggie took advantage of this quiet moment to place her lips close to Crystal's ear and whisper, "Oh yes—and my fantasy is to watch a woman tied up and well-fucked!" With this Crystal began to squeal and squirm again, but Matt had already set to work securing her hands in the fur cuffs, which he then clipped together and fastened to the headboard above her head. Maggie's plan was progressing just as envisioned. She straddled Crystal's chest while Matt carefully removed the tiny thong from under the black satin gown. "Mmmmm, she's nice and wet!" he exclaimed. He brought the scrap of fabric to his nose and inhaled her scent. Then he set to work securing her ankles to the opposite ends of the footboard, spreading her long, lean legs invitingly. The handsome prince and the fairy godmother stood next to the bed admiring their captive, as the maiden made a valiant effort by resuming her well-muffled screams, shaking her head from side to side and thrashing against her bonds. Matt grabbed Maggie and kissed her hard, grinding his mouth into hers as she dug her fingers into his firm but full ass, grinding her crotch against his growing and hardening cock. His cock was only of an average size, but Maggie had reasoned that this would make it easier for her little virgin to bear. Still, she knew that Matt knew quite well what to do with it! When they finally parted, both gasping for breath, they smiled at each other broadly, as Matt said, "And now, on to our fair maiden!" Crystal whimpered into her gag and pulled at the cuffs as Maggie kissed her on the cheek, positioned and turned on the video camera, and pulled up a comfy chair to sit and watch. Then Matt moved to the foot of the bed, and on hands and knees, began sliding his young, muscled body languidly up Crystal's taut, lean form. When he came to rest with his whole body covering that of his fair maiden and his raging cock throbbing against her virgin pussy, he popped the gag out of her mouth and kissed her again, even deeper than before, tangling his fingers into her hair and feeding at her mouth. This time, she allowed herself to be lost in his kiss, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth as she moaned softly. When the kiss finally ended, Matt replaced the gag in Crystal's mouth, eliciting a small whimper of disappointment which soon became a moan of pleasure as he used his talented lips and tongue to kiss and lick across her face, first to one ear and then the other, slowly drawing his tongue up the curve of her ear so she could feel and hear his hot breath. He began to lick and suck his way down the girl's neck and chest, burying his face in the satin covering Crystal's tiny titties. He rubbed his cheek against her chest, and then bit at her nipples through the satin. Her body tensed and her back arched up to meet his inquisitive mouth. Then he pulled down the front of the gown and began to slowly kiss, lick, suck and nibble on her breasts and nipples, as she moved slightly under him and sighed softly into her gag. Matt slipped his hands under Crystal's body and stroked the slippery satin down her back to her tight little ass, at the same time sliding his own body downward until it rested between the virgin's wide open legs, with his face rubbing over the girl's taut young belly. She had begun to squirm now, but she was no longer trying to escape. Instead, she was trying to lift her wet, needy pussy to his face, and he obliged her by lightly rubbing just his cheeks at first all around the area of the girl's satin-covered crotch. Then he pushed his face down into her mound, still holding her young ass and pressing it up toward him. He smelled her lovely fresh aroma as he ground his nose and mouth into the girl's cunt lips, still covered by the satin gown. The poor virgin was beginning to thrash and pull on her bonds, her moans becoming louder and more insistent as her handsome prince worked his way closer to the fulfillment of both their wishes. Matt lifted his head from Crystal's pussy while pulling his hands out from under the girl's ass and sliding them around her hips and over the front of her, pushing the folds of the gown into her pussy lips and then stroking over the satin to her inner thighs and down her lean legs. She was squirming wildly now as his hands slowly began the journey back up her legs, this time pushing the gown up with them. But when he caught his first glimpse of her sweet virgin pussy, he was overcome with need and no longer able to hold his passion in check. Matt forcefully pushed her gown up the rest of the way and dove headlong into her with his lips, tongue and teeth. Startled, she first squealed loudly, then began to writhe beneath him, nearly overwhelmed by the sensations of his ministrations. Crystal had had a couple of boyfriends who went down on her, but they really hadn't known what they were doing. Despite her relative inexperience, she could tell that Matt DID know what he was doing! He wrapped his mouth around her smooth lips and sucked gently as his tongue quickly parted her folds and immediately found her swollen clit. She nearly screamed into her gag now, as his warm, wet tongue applied the perfect pressure to her love button. Three Wishes = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = This story was inspired by a friend of mine who says that she keeps dreaming that she used to be a man - a very unhappy man. She said she didn't know if it was "past life memories" or her subconscious telling her that she is lucky to be a woman. I thought of another possible explanation. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It was late evening. The sun was setting and a full moon was just beginning to rise. I was walking on the beach, but not to enjoy the breeze or the view. I was debating with myself whether on not to swim out into the ocean until I was too tired to swim anymore and thus end it all. I'm told that if you aren't struggling against it, drowning is a rather quiet and peaceful death, but was death what I was seeking? "To be or not to be?" That was my question, but I didn't yet have an answer. I knew I was miserable in my life, but should I just end my miserable life or "take up arms against it." I had thought about ending it all before, but tonight was my final decision point. Either I ended it all tonight or I did something to turn my life around. Those were the only two options available to me. I had left everything but the swimsuit and T-shirt I was wearing at the apartment. I walked the two miles to the beach and as I walked out onto the sand, threw my sandals into the trash container next to the boardwalk. There was no way I could leave the beach. When my roommates come home early tomorrow morning after a night out with their current girlfriends, they will find my wallet, my watch, my car keys, and my suicide note on the coffee table in front of the couch. I know how they will react. They will call the police or someone and come looking for me. If I am still walking on the beach, I will be forced to deal with my life. If I'm no longer on the beach, then my decision had been "not to be." Tonight was decision night, but my decision was not yet made, so I kept walking... and walking... and walking. Then I saw something glowing dimly in the sand. It looked brassy or golden and was either reflecting the last light of the sun or the first light of the moon. Maybe it was actually glowing. In any case, it caught my eye and I was almost irresistibly drawn to it. The mind does strange things when you are debating whether or not to kill yourself. Somehow I thought that if I could just uncover this glowing whatever, my choice would become clear. I started scooping sand away from the object. As I knelt in the sand and dug with my hands, I slowly uncovered what appeared to be a giant golden lamp. I tugged on the handle and it loosened slightly, but the narrow handle almost cut into my hand and I was unable to pull strongly enough to free it from the sand. I looked up and down the beach for something to wrap around the handle to cushion my grip. Except for starfish and plastic bottles, the beach was clear. I tried using a plastic bottle, but that didn't help. Finally I decided that since it was dark and I was wearing a long T-shirt no one would notice if I didn't have on any trunks. So I slipped off my swimsuit and wrapped it around the handle. With the additional padding, I was able to pull with all my might, and as I did the lamp popped free of the sand. It didn't look exactly like what I envisioned Alladin's lamp to be. It was much larger, and more pot shaped, but it had a long neck and a handle like the drawings in the books. And it was definitely golden in color beneath a rather thick layer of dirt and soot. I thought to myself, "It's probably some cheap tin sign that got washed away in a storm." But considering why I was on the beach, I figured I had nothing to loose and, after looking up and down the beach to make sure that no one would see me doing something really stupid, I rubbed it three times with my right hand. As I was rubbing, I reached up to the cap with my left hand to steady myself. Suddenly it was as if a large amount of electricity stormed through me. I was thrown back onto the sand and a huge cloud of smoke and steam erupted into the air. I was surrounded by a blue-gray mist and in the center of that mist a dark form stood before me. He didn't have a solid body, but the mist and smoke were darker in his shape. The smokey figure said, "I am the genie of the lamp. You have rescued me. So, as a reward I grant you three wishes." I wanted to say something really cool and sophisticated, but all I managed to say was "Holy Shit!" To which the Genie responded, "Your three choices have been recorded and your life has been changed accordingly." "Wait a minute," I sputtered. "I didn't choose anything. Don't I get to choose?" "We used to do it that way," he responded with a grin, "but people always ended up unhappy with what they got. Either they didn't know what would make them happy, or they didn't have the guts to ask for what they really wanted. So now, we just read the depths of your heart and mind and soul and give you the top three things that will make you happy. The first is already in place. The others will soon fall into place." "So what did I wish for?" "Your first wish is that you would be a beautiful young woman, and so you are." "Wait a minute, smoke man." I replied. "Shouldn't that be 'handsome man?' I am a guy, after all." He laughed - a deep, baritone laugh. "You WERE a male, but you were a very unhappy male. You were so unhappy that you wanted to end your life. Am I not right?" I looked out at the now dark ocean and then down at the sand. He continued. "You no longer have to decide. I have ended that life for you. Look at yourself." I looked down at myself and I was gorgeous. I was also naked, but somehow that felt alright. I ran my hand across my now perfectly formed breasts and tweaked the nipples. A rush of pleasure ran through me. I reached down to where my prick should have been, but instead my hand slid unimpeded between my legs. Again there was a rush of pleasure and I felt moisture forming on my smooth slit. "Hairless, just as you desired," the smoky form intoned. Your body is now incapable of growing hair except for your scalp and eyebrows." "But I don't know how to live as a woman," I said, now surprised at how high my voice had become. "Yes you do. You always have known how to live as a woman. What you didn't know was how to live as a man. That is no longer a problem. Soon you will have totally forgotten what it was to be man. You weren't all that much of a man anyway, were you?" I cast my eyes downward at the sand and softly muttered, "No, I wasn't." "Don't you feel better as a woman?" I continued staring at the sand as I answered, "Yes." Then I looked up at the genie. His form was becoming much more solid. His hair was light brown. He eyes were green. He smiled at me with a set of perfect teeth set between perfect cupid-bow lips. I suddenly felt myself getting much wetter between my legs. I stammered slightly as I asked, "What was my second wish... or whatever?" "You wanted to be loved by a handsome, loving man. You will meet him shortly. You will know he is the one." The genie, now in a very solid human form once again laughed. That deep baritone laugh seemed to light a fire within me. "And my third wish?" I asked. Genie smiled broadly showing his bright, perfectly formed teeth. "That is the one that perhaps you would not have wished for because you would not have known that it would bring you such perfect contentment and happiness. Your third wish is that you love this man so much that you totally give yourself to him. You become his slave - in all ways, and he becomes your master." I started to object to that and say that I would never be anyone's slave, but before I could speak I realized that a feeling of intense calm had come over me. It wasn't happiness as in jumping up and down happy. Instead it was a glowing fire of happiness deep within me. It was contentment. Yes, if I could have someone who totally loved me and took care of me, I would do whatever he wanted me to do. I would be his willing slave. I felt warm and safe for the first time in my life. Things were beginning to get much lighter - literally. It was starting to get bright... very bright... very, very bright. A bright light shone into my eyes and I could hear a woman's voice, "She seems to be coming around, doctor." Doctor? Where was I? I could feel the light pressure of a sheet against my body. A different woman's voice said, "Miss... miss... can you open your eyes?" I did and found myself looking up at two women dressed in hospital scrubs. "Do you know what happened to you? Do you remember anything?" I remembered a lot, but I wasn't about to tell them what I thought had happened, so I just slowly shook my head. I looked down at the hospital ID bracelet to see if it would give me a clue as to why I was here. It said simply "Jane Doe 734 - Electrically Induced Cardiac Arrest." That wasn't real helpful. She continued, "It would appear that you found a piece of space debris while walking on the beach last night. Unfortunately for you it was an energy cell and was somehow still charged. You tried to pick it up and were electrocuted when you discharged the capacitor banks. If someone hadn't seen you fall, you wouldn't be here. He called 911 and immediately started CPR. There shouldn't be any permanent damage, but with such a heavy shock, your memories of last night - or even all of yesterday may be permanently scrambled." One of the women, evidently the doctor, again shone a bright light into my eyes and asked, "What do you remember?" "Nothing," I replied. She paused, her eyes narrowing in thought. "Do you know your name?.. address?.. where you are from?.. There was no identification on you or near you and according to the EMTs, you were wearing only a long T-shirt." "I don't know." I was telling the truth. I didn't know. There were vague memories, but I couldn't hold on to them long enough to make any sense of them. It was as if I didn't want to remember. "There is no brain damage, but sometimes a traumatic incident can trigger episodic amnesia. You may or may not ever regain your previous memories. We will know in a few days how much you will recover. The police will check against missing persons reports and we will publish your picture and see if anyone recognizes you, but the possibility exists that you might have to prepare yourself to start a totally new life. Do you think you could handle that?" The doctor looked somewhat startled as I smiled broadly and said, "Definitely!" I tried to sort out what was happening to me. Were my foggy memories of living as a man just an electricity induced hallucination? Or, impossible as it sounds, did what happened actually happen? I knew that I was now a woman. That much I was sure of, but did I used to be a very unhappy man? Maybe my rescuer could help explain things. If he saw me fall, he might have seen what happened before I touched what I thought was a magic lamp. "Is it possible to meet the man who rescued me?" I asked softly. The nurse chuckled lightly and replied, "He's just outside. He says he doesn't know you, but hasn't left your side since they brought you in. You seem to have made quite an impression on him. Would you like him to come back in?" I nodded my head, "Yes." The nurse beckoned with her hand and a handsome young man stepped into view. He looked very familiar but I could not place him until he laughed slightly and said, "I thought we had lost you. It would have been very bad to lose the love of my life once I had found her." It was a deep, baritone laugh. "What is your name," I asked weakly. "My name is Gene," he replied with a smile. "Should I call you Genie?" He laughed again and said, "Don't you know that once the genie is out of the lamp and your wishes have been granted, HE is the real master?" I smiled. The smile came from a deep, inner happiness that I thought that I could never have. I looked deeply into his green eyes and answered, "What is your first wish, Master?" = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Three Wishes I had to laugh when I rubbed the gravy boat and the genie came out. It only looked like a magic lamp; I didn't really think it was one. Still, plain as day, there stood a shimmering, slightly-see-through female genie, dressed in the classic Arabian getup. Now, I'm not one to believe in ghosts or fairy tales or supreme beings. But somehow my conviction of disbelief vanished when it called out to me, in a commanding voice, "Robert Dalton, you have freed me from my prison!" "Rob," I corrected, sliding my glasses further up the bridge of my nose. "And you're welcome." "I'm just shitting you," the genie said, suddenly shifting the tone. "My name is Kink." "Kink," I repeated. "I like the sound of that." "You know," she mused, "you'd be surprised how many people are disappointed when they don't get the full-on all-powerful genie treatment." "Doesn't bother me," I said, shrugging. "Do I get any wishes for the liberation?" "Well, actually, yeah. Three." "And I can't wish for more wishes or more genies?" "Nope." Before we get into the story of my wishes, let me just preface it all by telling you about my fetish. See, I get my kicks to this thing called Natural Body Magic. It's harmless, I assure you, but a lot of people looking in from outside don't get it. In Natural Body Magic, a woman's body can be painlessly disassembled and reassembled. It kind of takes a cue from sideshow guillotines or classic stage magic acts like sawing a woman in half. Wherever it comes from, it gets me where I need to go. "Okay," I said to Kink. "Do you know what Natural Body Magic is?" I looked over to her, and did a double take. The genie had unbuttoned her vest and now stood juggling her detached head and breasts as if it were afternoon tea. "I have no idea what that is," her head muttered as she passed it from one hand to the other. "Great," I said, turning away. "So you know it. Good." I paused, and looked back at her. "You're not by chance one of those asshole genies, are you? You know, the kind that fucks wishes up so they don't work like you plan?" Kink's head laughed as it sailed through the air. "Nope. That's not me." She caught it and began to screw it back on her shoulders. Her breasts floated in mid-air. "I've found that letting you mortals play out your fantasies is far more interesting than anything I could come up with." "Perfect," I said. "In that case, I wish that I could painlessly and safely detach the body parts of any person, a la NBM, provided that I touch the person's body part with the intention of it coming off." Kink, head now firmly reattached, pressed her breasts against her chest and buttoned up her vest. "Sounds like you'll get a lifetime of boners out of this one, big guy. One kinky wish coming right up." She waved her hands and I watched, grinning, as magic swirled around me. The next day, Caroline came over. We'd been dating for a few years and last month, I'd told her about my fantasies. I can't say she was enthused. She didn't take it as badly as I imagined she might (imagination is so much scarier, sometimes, than reality). She just wrote it off as the odd fantasy of a girlfriend-less adolescent (as I was, growing up), and suggested her womanly charms were plenty for me in bed. I honestly can't say what I was thinking that day. But I doubt you'd be in a clear state of mind either, if your weirdest fetishes were suddenly possible. So there we were, in my dorm room, fucking in Caroline's then-favorite position. I don't know if there's a name for it, but it was basically me throwing her against the wall and fucking her from behind, standing, while she turned her head to the side and I leaned forward, over her shoulder, to lock lips. I was waiting for the right moment to use my wish – I've always appreciated subtlety – when she complained halfway through our lovemaking session that her neck was bothering her. "Rob, honey, I can't turn around any more." I rubbed her neck gently, spelling out my intentions in my mental voice. "How's that feel?" I asked, hoping at least that it didn't hurt. "That's actually not bad," she replied. "I feel like I can turn it again." And turn it, she did. But nothing happened. She had the same range of motion as before. Thinking quickly, I asked her between breaths, "You know if you exhale you can turn a little bit more?" She looked at me funny, and then closed her eyes and turned her neck. Her head swiveled around, backwards. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised, but I think she was completely shocked when she opened her eyes again, and looked down. "Holy fuck," she whispered. She watched, eyes wide, as her ass crumpled under each thrust. "I can see my ass, Rob. Holy shit." I'm not sure if she realized the extent to which her head had rotated. "I know, Carol. This is nuts." "God, this is kinda hot. We can make out now, baby." That was my cue. I leaned in, and I kissed her deep. But just then, something happened. As I broke the kiss off, she leaned into the wall. I stood back up to get a better grip on her hips, and her head bounced down her back. Her face was caught between my groin and her own ass for at least one thrust, and then it bounced onto the couch, where it landed with her head facing her body. I quite possibly may have been even more startled than her, and I stumbled backwards, tripped over some clothes and grabbed a curtain as I fell, ripping it right off the rod. As I looked up, I saw her staring, unblinking, at her headless body, groping at her smooth shoulders. "Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" Her hands patted her shoulders frantically, and her naked body fell to its knees. I saw the color leave her face as she felt the slight dip where her head would've been. "Rob!" she whispered, in a shrill voice. "Rob! I think I'm gonna be sick." I flung the curtain off myself and ran over to her head. Her neck was capped in flesh, as if she'd always been a head and body. "What do you mean?" I asked. Caroline stared at the couch cushion she rested on. "I mean I'm going to throw up." "So go to the bathroom!" Her eyes darted to mine, and she stared at me. I'm not going anywhere like this, she seemed to say. "Okay," I said, awkwardly picking her head up. It was heavier than I expected. As I left the room, I stepped over her body, which at that point was getting up on all fours. "What're you getting up for?" I asked, squatting next to the toilet with her head in my hands. "It's easier to ralph when you're in the position, you know?" "I guess. I just – " And then she heaved. I cracked a smile as I turned back. In the room behind me I could see her body on all fours, leaning over a chair. Every time I heard her heave in the bathroom, I saw her stomach tense up in the other room. Finally, she was done, and gave an exasperated sigh. "Jesus," she said as I flushed. "Can I get some water?" "Well, can I just put you under the faucet?" "No, Rob. For fuck's sake, don't you have a cup?" "Downstairs I do." "Fine." Caroline's head cradled in my arms, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, and put some water in a cup. She took a drink, and then I stood there, looking at her neck. It looked almost like a screw with the tiniest amount of threading, as if one turn would be enough to unscrew it. I rubbed it with my thumb, and then I heard crying. I flipped her head over so that she was facing me. "Rob," she sobbed. "What happened to me?" There came a crash from the dorm upstairs. "What was that?" I asked. "Sorry, I was getting up. I can't see anything." "Just, just sit down, okay?" I heard the scooting noise the couch makes when someone sits on it. "You comfy?" "Yeah," she sniffled. I wiped her nose. "Good. Caroline, I have no idea what's going on, but I need to look at your body." "Whatever." She looked away, out the window. "I know this is your fantasy." "Hey," I said, tucking her under my arm as I went back upstairs. "Maybe this is your dream, and I'm just a figment of your imagination." "Whatever." We stood outside my dorm. "Can we go back in here?" I asked. "You won't freak when you see yourself, will you?" She was silent, but she gave me an odd look. "I was trying to shake my head," she explained. "Good," I replied, opening the door. There, on the couch, she'd sprawled her body. She wasn't very demure; it was as if someone had thrown a headless sex doll onto my couch. "Comfy?" I asked sarcastically, plopping down next to her. Her body sat up and leaned forward. I put her head out for her to grab. "Look," I said. "I need to you hold your head so I can see how it goes back on. Can you at least hold it for me?" She begrudgingly took it from me. I saw her freeze for a second when she held it the first time. I imagine it was strange; she turned it left, then right. Her stomach was inches from her face; above her head swayed her sizable breasts, and just below her chin, a tuft of hair between her legs. "Hold it upside down," I said, bringing her up to the correct height and flipping it upside down in her hands. I saw her staring, confused, at her breasts. "You know I've got vertigo," she complained. "Yeah, I know." As I looked at her shoulders, I noticed that the dip where her head would go had the same threading as her neck. I gave a triumphant "aha!" "What? Can you put me back together?" "I think so." I took her head from her hands and dropped it back to her shoulders. A quick twist, and she sat up. "Good as new?" I asked. "I think so!" she laughed, turning her head one way, and then the other. And then, it rolled off. I caught it, thankfully, before it hit the floor. But it wasn't enough to stop her from crying. I handed her head back to her body, and couldn't help feel some pity for her. She looked up, eyes wide, at her headless heaving shoulders, and wiped a tear from her face. "I'm in two places, Rob. I hate it. Please put me back together." "I will, Caroline. Calm down. You just got something in your...uh, neck socket. It's probably just dust. Let me get a paper towel from the bathroom, and I'll put you back together." I was always good at bullshitting. Once I was back in the bathroom, I hunched over the sink and whispered "Kink!" loud as I dared. Immediately the shimmering genie appeared behind me. "You see what I said about you mortals being more interesting than me?" "Yeah, yeah," I waved a hand. "What's going on with her head? Why won't it go back on?" Kink laughed. "You never wished that detached parts could go back on." "Jesus, really? Consider that wish number two. Same as number one, but with the intention that it reattaches." She waved her hands, and magic again swirled around me. "Just to be clear," I said, wetting a paper towel in the sink, "I don't really need to worry about cleaning the area before I reattach stuff, do I?" Kink laughed, and disappeared. When I stepped back into the dorm room, I laughed. Caroline sat, naked on the couch, holding her head above her shoulders. She had turned it so she could see her own neck socket, and she was blowing into it as if it were a non-functioning Nintendo cartridge. "That's not going to work, Carol. I've got a paper towel right here." "Forgive me for being desperate," she snipped, resting her head on her lap. Two wipes later and I was fairly certain I'd gotten all of the dust out of her neck. "Do you want to do the honors, or should I?" She stared daggers at me. "Okay," I muttered, lifting her head up and twisting it into her neck. Gingerly, she turned it side to side, and then she bobbed it, and it stuck fast. She gave me a light hug, but I could sense she was unhappy. "When do I wake up?" she asked at the door, a few minutes later. "Caroline, I have no idea what happened, okay?" "Whatever, Rob. I'll see you later." And then she walked out to her car. Kink reappeared next to me when I closed the door. She was holding her head in her hand as if it were Yorick's skull. "Well, Rob, that was certainly hot," she said, turning her head to me. "Any thoughts on your third wish?" I thought about how my first two wishes had gone with Caroline, and I beamed at Kink. "Does it even matter?" Three Wishes CHAPTER ONE The glow from a singular candle fills our private alcove at my favorite restaurant. I look across the table and into the crystalline blue eyes of my love as he stares right through me. I can't help but soak in the moment looking around at the lush burgundy color palette and rich fixtures. This place brings back such good memories. We've been here plenty of times over the last few years, coming back to East Lansing fairly often for business, but to me this will always be remembered as the spot we had our first date. Back then we were two young, hungry college kids eager to grab hold of the proverbial brass ring. He'd brought me back to where it all started in our college town to celebrate. Funny to think back on that now that we've come so far. I inhale deeply, close my eyes, and blow out the candle sitting atop the most elaborate confection I have ever seen. The smell of the warm black forest cake with fresh mascarpone cream and brandied cherries assaults all my senses. I peer up at him, hesitantly. Those blue eyes are smiling at me before it even reaches his lips, and I feel like giggling but think better of it. I break eye contact before I completely ruin the moment. As long as I can remember, he's had this power over me that cannot be described. It just is. I can command a boardroom in my sleep, but when he assumes that posture I'm completely his. My body betrays me and willingly succumbs to this hulk of a man. I will do anything for him to keep looking at me exactly like that. Can I really follow through on this? The mixture of desire welling low within me, and the wetness of my panties tells me I definitely want to. "You want this" he says, in that low rumble that tells me he's affected by this just as much as I am. No shit. His body language tells me all I need to know even though I still haven't made full eye contact. How long will he let me avoid the inevitable spark that will ignite when I finally look up and drink in his spell? The game is up. The cards are on the table and I've declared 'all in'. This is going to be the ride of a lifetime, quite literally I hope. I scoop the still warm cake into my mouth making sure to wrap my lips seductively around the fork. I snake my tongue out to prevent a single crumb from falling. I'm startled with a low groan from across the table. Oh shit, he knows my game. Four years into our marriage, I shouldn't be so surprised he caught on so quickly. He can read me like cliff notes to my favorite novel. The jig is up as I peer at him through hooded lids, my lips still wrapped around the warm fork. "Amelia darling, I'm prepared to dish out a birthday spanking if that's what you're looking for." My mind screams hell yes, but my body warns me to be careful what you wish for. I simply nod and return to savoring the moment. Eyes downcast, I smile as I think back on the day. That morning, I walked into the living area of the hotel room in my usual comatose pre-coffee state. I stopped dead in my tracks. Sitting at the small table, fully dressed, Johnnie looked absolutely edible. He still takes my breath away. He gave me that knowing Cheshire grin as he handed me my morning ritual. What is he up to? On the table next to a mouth watering breakfast was a small blue box with a beautiful white bow. I squealed with delight and looked to him for approval to open it. Inside was a beautiful diamond tennis bracelet. "Happy Birthday sweetheart, how does it feel to be 30?" he said with a smirk knowing that I wasn't exactly thrilled to be yet another year older. He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. I felt the air in the room change as he held me in the grasp of his stare. He has been naturally dominant as long as I've known him, and no doubt in this moment, he wanted the undivided attention of not just his wife but his sub. "I have something I want you to consider as my birthday gift to you." Oh shit. The tennis bracelet is from my husband, but this gift is from my Dom. "Three wishes, no restrictions." I sat straight up at full attention as the words left his mouth with absolutely no hint of sarcasm. If I had seen anything but desire pooling from his gaze, I might have laughed thinking this had to be a joke. He stated it so matter-of-factly with extra emphasis on the word 'no', I could only help but think he had quite the adventure in mind. After a long pause, he finally offered me a bit more explanation. We had discussed in depth over the last six months, the possibility of one day extending our kinky fun to include other partners for me. I always allowed him to lead the conversation, never bringing it up myself, for fear he might think I wasn't entirely content. That was definitely not the case, but once he introduced the possibility, I must admit, it was playing a big role in my late night fantasies. This wasn't something we wanted to rush into and definitely not something either of us took lightly. Am I ready to take this step? I was understandably apprehensive. It's one thing to talk about one day having some kinky fun and another thing completely to commit to doing it. He did tell me I had time to think about it. My husband would never pressure me into doing something like this, but make no mistake my Dom would gently nudge me into doing what he knew I wanted but was too scared to admit. My face flush, I quickly snap back to the present. Not knowing how much time had passed in my absence, I glanced up to see a smirking Johnnie. He's no idiot. He knew exactly where my head was. He had gracefully let me escape there while sipping the last of his wine and taking care of the check. "You didn't eat much dessert," I tell him, wondering if he's enjoying himself. I sure hope he is, "Not yet I haven't, Amelia." Oh fuck, as if my panties weren't already soaked enough from my little flashback. We headed back to the hotel hand in hand where Johnnie proceeded to make love to me in the most tender of ways. Completely sated, I was curled up in Johnnie's arms as a lone tear rolled down my cheek and landed on his chest causing him to stir and ask me what was wrong. "Amelia babe, talk to me." I took a deep breath. It was now or never. "Can I tell you my first wish now?" Immediately I felt my entire body blush at the thought of admitting my deepest desires. Even after all that he had introduced me to sexually, I still felt shy when talking about it. His chest rose as he inhaled deeply no doubt anticipating what I would say. I know he would be open, or at least consider, anything I wished. He was always so supportive of me when I chose to step outside my comfort zone in any way, knowing that it was never easy for me. That went for all things business, personal or otherwise. I gathered my resolve and pushed forward. At least it was dark and he couldn't see my face aside from the dim moonlight that filled the room. "I want you to fuck me outside my old high school." Whew... that wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. He was quiet and I just laid there hoping he didn't barrage me with questions. "Okay," he answered with hesitation, as if he was proceeding cautiously. "I'm always into fucking you in the great outdoors babe," he said with a chuckle. "We have a couple more days here and it's only a few hours' drive. We can go tomorrow." What have I gotten myself into? I wrapped myself in him in an attempt to calm my nerves as he held me close. I fell fast asleep. CHAPTER TWO He was quiet the next morning, no doubt plotting in his mind what the day would entail. Before I knew it, we were on the road in a sleek black convertible he had commandeered just for the outing. Taking back roads whenever possible, we made our way to my small hometown stopping for a late lunch at a hole-in-the-wall burger joint. It was Sunday after all, and the sun was shining overhead with bright white wispy clouds filling the sky. I lean my head back, soak in the rays as the years play back in a matter of moments. We met back at Michigan State University. I was a sophomore and he was a senior. We ended up in the same corporate finance class that year. I always sat up front since it seemed I had to work extra hard to make the same grades many others earned effortlessly. I felt the connection to him long before we ever spoke a word to each other. Always the cool and collected one, he sat in the back of the room. I didn't even have to turn around to know he was there. On the rare occasion I had the guts to meet those blue eyes of his, they would burn right through me. I recall many days where I barely made eye contact with anyone much less struck up a conversation all on my own. Once insecurity and shyness grabbed hold of me in grade school, it never let go. Until him. I'll never forget the day we ended up paired for a debate project. Why couldn't I be partnered with someone more like me? He waltzed up to my desk and struck up the conversation first. What was it about him that drew me in? "You ready to go up against me?" he said in that challenging tone I would come to know very well in later years. Meeting at his off campus apartment, we worked through the debate and unbeknownst to me, he gradually instilled confidence in me. With the quiet way he addressed each scenario and the open dialogue he created for me to defend my thoughts, I started to come out of my shell. On the day of the actual debate in front of the entire class, I was nervous. We had practiced enough times, but this was the real thing. I had splurged and purchased a new outfit from Forever 21. I looked good in my tight black pencil skirt and bright blue scoop neck blouse, with jacket. My body was curvy and I was not yet at peace with my above average height, but as I looked in the mirror, I think I looked pretty damn good. Did I want him to notice me? I shook off the thought. If I had any doubt about how I looked it vanished as soon as I caught his gaze. He eyed me from head to toe painfully slow, taking it all in. "You ready Amelia?" he said, almost as if he was working to shake off any remaining thoughts. I didn't quite know what to think. We kicked ass on the debate, and I felt like a million bucks afterwards. We had classmates stopping us on our way out and telling us how good it was. Right in the middle, when I was arguing my point, I looked up at him and nearly lost my focus. The sparks were undeniable. Pure electricity. There was definitely a chemistry that I had chosen to ignore during our month of preparation. Was it always there? "Want to go celebrate?" he asked as we walked out of the building and into the cool crisp afternoon air. "Sure," I said quietly, the single word leaving my lips before I had the chance to filter it. What on earth was I going to do now? The confidence I had only moments before had vanished. He actually looked excited to spend time with me. Me? But why? "I get the feeling you need to learn how to let go and have fun Amelia. You're going to do that tonight." He said it as though it was already a matter of fact, and just like that, I was taken. We went our separate ways with plans for him to pick me up later that evening. I remember fretting over what I would wear, finally choosing a simple vintage summer dress with a cardigan. It was almost summertime, but the nights were still cool enough to warrant the need for a sweater. Plus, I liked the idea of being able to cover up and hide a bit. I had just enough cleavage peeking out to make me nervous. Secretly, on some level, I wanted him to be attracted to me. I left my light brown hair down in light waves around my shoulders. He looked lick-worthy when he pulled up in his sleek black Dodge Charger, looking like something out of an Urban Outfitters catalogue. He eyed me up, and I shuddered. Opening the door for me, "Let's go have some fun," he said sounding very enthusiastic. That night he took me to Baker's Steakhouse, a family owned, five-star and dare I say quite expensive, landmark in our town. Interesting choice for a first date in my opinion. Was this a date? I didn't even know. What guy takes a girl to a steakhouse without even knowing if she likes steak? "I hope you eat meat," he smiled, as he said it not even looking in my direction. Such a guy! I just giggled and shook my head responding honestly, "Of course I like meat." My best crack at flirtation, and it included the word 'meat'. Lovely, just lovely. The atmosphere inside was quite nice. High end, but in a laid back kind of way. Conversation flowed easily over dinner. It always seemed to with us. I wasn't shy about ordering my favorite filet with all the trimmings. He just smiled to himself when I ordered, and I could tell he was happy I hadn't held back. We talked about the debate from earlier that day and laughed about a few things we screwed up, hoping nobody else had noticed. I had rattled on with nervous chatter for far too long, so when the check came, I felt relieved for a change of scenery. "Up for something different?" he asked as we walked out of the building. He ended up taking me to the local planetarium just outside the city for a stargazing event. It was the perfect night for it with no cloud cover to speak of. I had never seen anything like it. I must say, I was completely surprised at his knowledge and obvious interest in the subject. By the end of the evening I think my face hurt from smiling so much. He took me home and with a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of the hand, said goodnight at the door. With no talk of a repeat and no expectations on my part, I just chalked it up to a fun evening and that was that. We saw each other in class of course, and always said 'hi' and chatted. Slowly I felt more confident around him. What was it about him that made me feel like I was worthy of holding my head up high? Before I knew it, summer had flown by and we were entering the fall semester. We had gone out a few times to the local pub with friends and grabbed a burger once or twice. We just had a comfortable, easy friendship. More and more, he would see me home and hang a little closer to me during the evening. Oddly enough, I felt relaxed around him, and even though I always felt those little butterflies, I couldn't help but feel settled when he was nearby. One evening close to Christmas break we hung out a little late and instead of walking home, I caught a ride with him. He walked me to the door and our eyes connected as this magnetic pull grabbed hold. I was done for. His lips met mine and it was like heaven on earth. Warm and tender, soft yet forceful, taking what he needed from me, while I willingly gave. I opened the door with the one hand that wasn't snaked up the back of his neck and almost fell inside. My legs were so wobbly and weighted with lust. He ignited something in me that only one other had ever come close to tapping into. Barely finding the time to close the door, we ripped at each other frantically; both of us caught in a spell as I led the way to my bedroom. I needed him. Had to have him. At that moment, the shy girl was long forgotten, and I was all but begging him without uttering a word to make me his for the night. Landing on the bed he took control, gently orchestrating my body. Completely naked with him hovering over me, I think I stopped breathing. That look. Nobody had ever looked at me like that before. His boxers, the only clothing item remaining between the two of us, did absolutely nothing to hide his erection. His power stood fully erect, long thick and hard. I shuddered at the thought of him filling me. Pushing me back, as if he wanted me to forget all that for now, his mouth left a lazy hot trail over my entire body. That magical spot on my neck would never be the same, scorched with his tongue and nipped with his teeth. I was marked for life in more ways than one. His hands raked over me exploring every unknown inch as if he was cataloguing each curve. He moved over the tender skin along the side of my breast, the cleft between them, the ticklish spot above my hipbone and the curve of my ass as I squirmed to both escape his heat and dive into it all at the same time. He touched parts of me that had never been explored by another, and I feared would never be the same after. Propped up on his elbow, his right hand moved slowly from shoulder to toes and back up again stopping at the curve of my back, while his eyes made the same journey. Reaching around between my body and the bed he ran his hand along the top curve of my ass finding that sensual spot where the two globes meet and a slight dimple formed. A groan escaped his mouth, the first sound aside from heavy breathing since we had come to the bedroom, "Fuck Amelia, what are you doing to me?" I had no answer to that. Surely a simple girl like me could not cast a spell on a man like him. He groaned again as if he knew what I was thinking and was annoyed, his eyes gained what I could only guess was determination to prove otherwise to me. Quickly and with more pressure than he had used before, his hand snaked around and before I knew it, his long fingers were diving into my core. I was soaked and needy and ready for him to take me there. He took me over that edge into oblivion more times than any of the few before him that night. It was nothing short of magical and marked the beginning of something neither of us had the power to stop. Music blaring, wind blowing in my hair, Johnnie broke my trance. "Are you ready Amelia?" Oh how I will never tire of the way my name rolls seductively off his tongue. Truth is I was nervous but more than ready. He hadn't asked any questions regarding my first wish and I didn't offer. "Put your right foot on the dash," he said sternly. I had chosen a long dress with strappy sandals and little did he know his shy girl hadn't bothered wearing panties. I smiled at the thought. Shifting into gear on a long straightaway his right hand moved over and quickly pulled my dress up, his large palm covering my pussy before I knew what hit me. A moan escaped his mouth at the bare discovery. "Mmmmmm, good girl!" Two fingers slipped effortlessly inside my core, all the while never taking his eyes off the road. "Fuck baby...you are so hot and wet." And I was. Admittedly. How could I not be with that sitting next to me! I had no words to refute his statement. I was soaked just thinking about him fucking me outside my old high school. His fingers began to pump in and out painfully slow curving upward and touching that sweet spot down deep while his thumb traced lazy circles over my clit. My back arched of its own accord lifting my ass off the seat in a silent plea for him to go deeper. He was coaxing my body. Playing the instrument he knew best. All I wanted was to soothe that aching need for him that I felt so desperately. I begged him silently please, please take me over the edge. "Johnnie!" I gasped. His fingers disappeared abruptly and I was left feeling empty and achy. I couldn't stop the look of disdain I sent his way as he returned a mischievous smile and looked back to the road. He slowly proceeded to lick each finger, one by one, spending extra time circling his tongue around each digit provocatively knowing I wasn't missing a second of his show. "This is it right?" he chuckled as he pulled in to the parking lot of the main building. It wasn't a very large school, but I knew exactly where I wanted to go. He parked the car and I hopped out as fast as I could. My body was racing with feelings of anticipation as my mind replayed memories from long ago creating a mixture of sweet and sour. Some of those memories I just wanted to erase and forget. Replace them with newer, better ones. Today would be a good step in that direction. Shaking off those thoughts, I met Johnnie at the front of the car as he reached out for my hand. Pulling me close he kissed me deeply, wrapping his hands around my body and cupping my ass. He ground his erection against me as his tongue traced my lips and explored the deep recesses of my mouth. Somehow he always knows when I need to be rescued from my inner dialogue. That inner voice of mine is a real bitch. I relaxed into him craving his approval through body language hoping that this was a wish he didn't mind granting. Three Wishes "I can't wait to be buried inside you, out here. Lead the way." And there was my answer. Tugging at his hand, I found the spot behind the school next to the juniper bushes. It still looked the same, only the plants were more established. As soon as I stopped he was all over me, hands everywhere. His soft lips made their way to my neck tracing the most delicate of trails along my clavicle. I was buzzing with electricity along every surface of my skin and utterly lost in this moment. Him. Here. With me. It was everything I could have wished for. His hands reached up under my long skirt, squeezing the globes of my ass, they found their way to my drenched crevice and skimmed the surface. "Don't stop, please." I wasn't above begging. It wouldn't be the first time, and it certainly won't be the last. My desperate plea to him was received with a simple chuckle. He loved to tease me. It wasn't lost on me that we could be caught at any moment, regardless of it being Sunday. There were very likely grounds keepers or custodians milling about. Sure we had fucked in the great outdoors plenty of times but people around here knew me. In a small town like this, if we got caught, it would be town news within the hour. That was part of the fun, I guess. "Turn around, I want to fuck you from behind like the dirty slut you are," he commanded knowing how much I loved it when he talked to me that way. My mind reeled and my body ran with it, abiding by his command before he'd even finished saying it. "Show me how bad you want me Amelia. Put your hands on the wall just like that baby girl, and show me your beautiful ass." Oh yes, that's the Johnnie I know and love. This is definitely a new and improved experience. Exactly what I wished for. I quickly moved into position as his hands grabbed my hips and stilled me. Two fingers dipped in slowly. I couldn't help but rock on my feet hoping for more friction. His hand dug into my hip in a silent gesture, reminding me he was the one in control and to take what he gave. Nothing more. I was rewarded with a curve of the fingers as he pumped them in and out building that wave I knew would take over only too soon. He steered my body towards release. His thumb circled my clit every so often as his fingers pulled me further and further, "Give it to me Amelia, you know what I want." Closing my eyes, I surrendered to that sweet heavenly wave as it glided over my entire body taking my mind with it. As I came back to him, he was leaning over my back, his breath heavy in my ear and on my neck. "I will never get tired of seeing you come undone for me." I couldn't even respond. There was nothing that needed to be said anyway. His hands left me and all I could do was try to hold myself up leaning, face first, into that warm brick wall. My legs shaky, I heard the clang of the metal on his belt and the beautiful sound of his zipper being lowered. God I loved that sound. I bet so many people ignored those little things, the little treasures that fill the air before, during and after lovemaking. I didn't. I held onto them like a soft blanket and replayed them every chance I got. Moans, zippers, snaps, breathing, the faint ticking of a wristwatch, music from a car as it drove by in the distance. I would no doubt replay it all as I replaced the old memories with the new. "What do you want baby? Tell me." Oh my! He knew how shy I got when he wanted me to ask for it directly. I blushed but secretly I completely loved it. Steeling my resolve, I vowed to tell him exactly what I wanted. "I want you to put your big cock in my wet pussy and fuck me hard. I want to be consumed by you." A smile filled my features as I talked, suddenly feeling like a silly school girl trying to talk dirty. I arched my back hoping he would put me out of my misery sooner rather than later. Damn I am a greedy slut. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit getting it all wet passing my greedy hole several times, finally pushing in when I had all but given up hope. One swift push of his hips, and I was filled so deeply I couldn't help but gasp and try to lock my elbows, keeping my face from planting into the wall. Slowly he pumped in and out of me luring me into his lair. With increasing speed he pressed forward filling my pussy with his thick shaft. Over and over he pounded into me as I pushed back to meet his thrusts. We were both lost in each other, bound in the moment until we both reached our peak one right after the other. Quickly tucking his still semi-hard cock away, he grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned me up. Looking at me with a grin he dropped the small cloth on the ground and all I could do was giggle at the thought of the groundskeeper finding it. He took my hand and in a warm embrace asked me if my first wish was everything I had hoped for. I nodded and simply said "more." As we walked away I took one look back to that spot, now even more magical than before and tucked that memory away for safe keeping. Johnny hit the button to trigger the top back up on the car and off we went, hitting the closest interstate. "I'm curious Amelia," Oh gosh here it comes, I knew I would have to explain myself sooner or later. "Why your old high school?" His tone was neither accusatory nor aggressive. I can do this. I can tell him why. After a long pause I went for it. "That is the spot where I lost my virginity to my first real boyfriend. You are the love of my life Johnnie; I wanted you to make love to me there as well." He didn't say a word, but sat up a little taller in his seat. Noticeably more relaxed and definitely pleased with our afternoon escapade. "Tell me about him," he asked. The drive back was filled with funny stories and memories of our first loves. I told him about Jeff and how we met when I helped him with chemistry homework. He was a star athlete but struggled in school. Things didn't end well for us. He was the reason I switched from the small community college in a nearby town to the large University several hours away. I still had warm feelings about him and plenty of good memories to help cover the hurt, but it was definitely still there after all these years. Hmm...Jeff...whatever happened to him? CHAPTER THREE "So, you want to have sex with another man?" he says to me with a wicked grin. I can tell he's only repeating it in an effort to let my second wish sink in. A month had passed since that amazing day at my old high school. It was exhilarating to say the least, but I was eager to up the ante and push myself a bit further out of my comfort zone. We've talked about exploring with other partners so this is no huge surprise, but I'm sure it's a thought that will take some time for him to absorb. Three wishes. No restrictions. I replay his words in my mind and smile back in his direction. He can't refuse my smile. Ever. It's my secret weapon. "Hmmmm. Okay. Do you want it to be someone you know or someone random?" I think about my response carefully not wanting to be anything less than truthful. "Maybe on our business trip to Texas next week, we will meet someone at the bar or something?" I suggest. "Could be fun," I shrug trying not to act like I want it that bad. I hope he takes the bait because my plan is already in motion. It's just way too perfect that Thomas recently moved to San Antonio, and we are headed there. After Johnnie granted my first wish back at my old school, I couldn't help but think back to my first love and wonder. I had followed him for years on Facebook, just out of curiosity, and recently I noticed he had moved. Late one night I pulled him up and got the nerve up to send him a message. To my surprise he answered back immediately and despite some past tension, the conversation seemed to flow quite easily. I was surprised by it all which got me thinking about what my second wish could be. I could always count on us stopping in this one particular bar along the River Walk, whenever we had time on trips to The Alamo City. I sent him a private message letting him know the location and date and he confirmed that he would be there. I could feel the adrenaline pulse through me, knowing what I was doing was not quite right, but proceeding regardless. This was my free hall pass. A chance to go back in time. Who wouldn't want to do that! Johnnie said it himself. No restrictions. This is not cheating. The trip was upon us before I knew it. Days filled with long meetings and nights. The River Walk has some of the best restaurants and we were determined to get our fill before it was time to leave. Friday afternoon rolled around and I was completely on edge. Back at the hotel I opted to take another shower to freshen up while Johnnie straightened up the room. I took a little extra care fixing my long brown waves and sat down on the bed. I found myself staring out the window just letting the sun warm my bare flesh while Johnnie caught the news in the other room. As the water evaporated, goosebumps rode a wave up my body, thinking about all the possibilities tonight could hold. How would Johnnie deal with this? Would Thomas and I knowing each other be obvious? I had filled him in on my plan. He knew Johnnie would have no idea we were ex-lovers years ago. Thomas Jeffrey. Otherwise known as Jeff. The star athlete. My first love. I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard so I opted for a simple, pretty, white thong and bra combination. It was one of my favorite sets comfortable enough for daily wear and pretty enough at night when the clothes come off. I settled on a body hugging, low-rise pair of black skinny jeans and my favorite off the shoulder vintage Led Zeppelin t-shirt. If I was going to go back in time why not take it all the way. Keeping my makeup light, I simply applied some mascara and lip gloss and pinched my cheeks. Before long they would be flushed anyhow so no need for blush. We headed out hand in hand into the cool night air. At the bar, we found a corner by an open pool table and ordered drinks. I was surely going to need a few more of those in order to actually go through with this. Johnnie made the opening break on the table bending over and licking his bottom lip like he always did when he was concentrating. I couldn't help but stare. That man makes me hum in the most delicious way. Once he was done and no balls had been pocketed, he signaled to me that the table was open, laughing as he realized I was not paying attention to the pool game at all. I stood up to make my move, bending over the table seductively showing him my cleavage as my loose shirt billowed down in front of me. All is fair in the game of pool and I was going to use every asset to my advantage. Just as I lined up my shot, I caught sight of him walking in the door sauntering over to the bar area. My cue, already in motion, sprung forward and struck the ball popping it awkwardly off the table with a loud rattle. Oh shit! The entire bar turned and looked my direction. Including Thomas. The ball had rolled right to his feet. He reached down to grab it and offered it up to me with an all too familiar smile. I eyed Thomas with that 'tone it down' stare hoping Johnnie wouldn't notice. "Hey thanks man, much appreciated," he laughed. He invited Thomas to join in our pool game. Well that didn't go exactly how we had planned, but hey, I'll take it! Easy conversation fueled by a very attentive waitress had the night passing by quickly. With every drink my confidence soared. I carefully manipulated my body around the pool table in an effort to obtain the most dramatic effect. By the looks on their faces and the bulges in their pants, I had them eating out of the palm of my hand. Johnnie winked at me and I knew it was time for him to make his move. Little did he know Thomas was already a done deal. Prearranged! "Hey man, want to have some fun tonight?" Johnnie spoke in a low tone to Thomas as if he didn't want me part of the conversation. "My wife has a fantasy she wants to fulfill." There was no innuendo. He cut right to the chase. All Thomas did was nod, and we were out the door, Johnnie handing the waitress a couple hundred dollar bills. The three of us hopped in a cab and headed towards the hotel. As we walked in, Johnnie told me to just head on up to the room; he and Thomas were going to have one last drink at the hotel bar. Thank goodness it wasn't the three of us going up at the same time. That would surely make some heads turn! They weren't gone too long before they came walking in, drinks still in hand. Not one to be alone with my thoughts for too long, I was thankful for their presence. Thomas excused himself to the restroom and Johnnie used that opportunity to confirm with me that I was still on board with this. I quickly confirmed and Thomas returned from the restroom, buttons left undone at the top of his shirt leaving a small tuft of chest hair peeking out. They both proceeded to move in sync with each other. Pleasantries were over. Let the fun begin. Johnnie sat down crossing one leg over the other and leaned back in his chair. "Amelia darling, why don't you make our guest feel welcome." Oh he was going to enjoy this wasn't he? I turned around and faced Thomas who was now sitting in the middle of the couch looking very relaxed. His eyes were hazed over with lust and reflection. Walking slowly towards him, I stopped between his feet and leaned my body forward, arching my back not wanting to leave my husband without a view, and grazed my lips ever so gently with his. My hands resting on the back of the couch on either side of his head, the front of my shirt completely open to his wandering eyes. He sat stock still his hands never leaving his side. I pressed further, moving my lips in open invitation for his tongue to sweep in, and he joined me. Running his warm tongue along my bottom lip, he gently nibbled and a quiet hum escaped my mouth uncontrollably. This would surely be my one and only opportunity of the night to have any semblance of control and fuck if I didn't want to make it last. We lingered, tasting each other, both of us undoubtedly recalling the past in our minds. Thomas stood up, grabbing the bottom of my shirt on his way, and swooped it over my head in one smooth motion. He made quick work of my jeans while leaving hot trails across my abdomen with his mouth. It tickled and I wiggled slipping the jeans over my feet along with my shoes. I stood still in front of him not daring to turn around and look at my husband. He would put a stop to this if he truly wanted to. I trusted him implicitly. I was in a daze. My body knew this man in front of me. It remembered him. A feeling that never entirely went away. Two hands skimmed from my ankles to my waist. I snapped out of my haze to see a naked and very erect Thomas sitting before me. His legs spread wide. His engorged cock glistening with pre-cum resting on his abdomen. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Just how I remembered it, long and thick. I dropped to my knees. I had to taste him...one last time. "That's it baby, suck his cock. I know you want to you dirty little slut. Show him how good you are." The love of my life knew me so well. His words lit a fire in me that left my pussy hot and wet. If only he knew how true his words were. I was much better at this now than the last time I tasted Thomas. I traced my tongue slowly from base to tip following that beautiful ridge. Moving my right hand up to hold him steady, "Hands behind your back slut." Oh shit. Quickly I laced my hands together and leaned forward forcing his erection in my mouth. He glided all the way in as I surrounded his shaft with my greedy mouth, relaxing my throat until my nose tickled with the curls on his abdomen. Thomas groaned while his head flew back to the cushion behind him. By the look on his face he was struggling to maintain control and not cum in my mouth within the first few minutes. I wanted him to lose control. I craved it. That sense of power over his pleasure made my body hum. I continued to suck his engorged cock and bob my head up and down increasing the tension in my lips as I came up only to loosen my jaw on the way back down. His hands still by his side, he sat there watching me work him over, periodically closing his eyes to keep himself from the brink. As focused as I was on my task at hand, making sure Thomas enjoyed it, I didn't want to displease Johnnie either. I hoped he was enjoying his view angled behind me. I spread my legs and perked my ass in the air still bobbing up and down never breaking pace. I felt him grow and popped my mouth off just in time to stave off his impending orgasm. I wanted him inside me. I stood up, turned around to face my husband and awaited further instructions. I wasn't sure what his plan was, but I was up for anything at this point, as long as it brought relief to my aching pussy eventually. Slowly my gaze reached his, as he stared right through me, taking in my full form. Dressed only in my dainty bra and panties, my nipples poked through begging for attention. The look on his face said more than any words that could have come from his mouth. "Strip, slut. Don't take your eyes off me." Fuck me. He knew my instinct would be to sink within myself in this situation. As soon as he said it, I cringed at the thought of being completely bare before both him and Thomas. I'm not sure why. It's not like I was wearing much anyways. I moved to remove my bra while staring straight at him. I couldn't escape into myself. He kept me here. In the moment. Once my bra was off and tossed to the floor, I slowly removed my thong. My ass bent over right in front of Thomas' face. I returned to full posture arching my back ever so slightly to show the full form of my tits. Johnnie was pleased with this subtle show of confidence as he finally broke a smile. "Sit on his cock. Do not take your eyes off me." His instructions rang loud in my ears. I was going to ride Thomas while looking at my husband. Holy shit. He sure as fuck knew how to 'up-the-ante'. If I was honest with myself, I would admit this was a huge turn on for me as well. I glanced over my shoulder at Thomas. He was sitting there, holding his cock straight up. By the looks of it, he was more than ready. "Are you wet? Stick those pretty little fingers in that hot pussy of yours and show me." Moving quickly, ready to get the show on the road, I snaked my hand down and inserted two fingers. I was dripping wet. Reaching in deep to my core, I pumped a few times, my eyes rolling back into my head. Just a few more and I could make myself cum. "Oh no, baby girl. Stop right there. Taste yourself." I pulled my fingers out, my pussy aching at the absence, and inserted each digit slowly into my mouth savoring the salty juices. A moan quietly escaped, and I heard Johnnie groan. His eyes were dark and his pants were bulging. His beast of a cock wanting to be the one in Thomas' seat right now. His look turns to that of a question, are you ready? I give a small nod. I am more than ready. I position my legs on either side of Thomas, never turning around to look his way. I can't let Johnnie see a single ounce of emotion that is suddenly coursing through my veins. I lower myself until I feel the tip of his cock positioned at my greedy entrance. I take a deep breath and go for it, sinking down on him in one fluid motion. We both groan as I begin rocking while moving up and down. Positioning his cock at that sweet spot inside on each and every downward thrust. My eyes are trained on Johnnie. His gaze displays lust, pride, love and a thousand other emotions. Despite the fact that I am receiving pleasure from fucking my ex-lover, my connection remains with my husband. I pick up speed, my thighs burning. Thomas grabs my hips in his tight grip and pulls me down harder effectively bouncing me up and down on his slick shaft. "Oh fuck!!" The orgasm rips through me. Three Wishes "Open your eyes Amelia, look at me," his warm voice carries across the space. "I want to watch you cum all over his cock." I train my eyes on my husband as pleasure tears through my body at breakneck speed. Fighting the all-consuming urge to close them and throw my head back. Thomas picks up speed and I can feel the swell that I crave. I reach my fingers down and trace circles around my pulsing clit. He slams into me burying his cock to the hilt. I hurtle once again into oblivion. Void of thought. No room for anything other than to feel. He slips out of me, limp from exhaustion. I attempt to stand, lightheaded and shaky, still reeling from that last orgasm. I pad over and stand directly in front of Johnnie as Thomas heads to the bathroom to clean up. "Stay right there," he says quietly as he walks towards the bedroom. Coming back with a hotel bathrobe he slips it lovingly over my shoulders. He touches my skin with purpose. Our connection as strong as ever, as tingling heat develops with every contact. I'm a mess of emotion knowing this will likely be the last time I ever see Jeff. I know I am right where I am supposed to be in my life. There will always be a fondness, a history. But Johnnie is the love of my life. He is my everything. I turn around and Jeff is dressed. He shakes Johnnie's hand. "Thanks for fulfilling my wife's fantasy man." I almost giggle. I'm not sure what I expected him to say, but it strikes me as funny. Like he was going to say, "Hey man, thanks for fucking my wife." He leans in to kiss me on each cheek as we say our goodbyes. The awkwardness of this is not lost on me. What am I supposed to say? I decide to leave it simple. "Goodbye, Jeff." Johnnie, holding me from behind, goes rigid. I feel it immediately. The air has changed. I fucked up. Jeff quickly slips out the door. Johnnie knows. Holding me tight to him, my back to his front, my arms essentially pinned by his grasp; I can feel his body temperature rise. "Jeff?" I don't want to turn around and face him. "His name was Thomas, Amelia. Thomas. Why did you just call him Jeff?" He lets go of me and walks away. His back to me as he moves in long strides across the room and pours himself a drink. I watch him raise it to his mouth and down it in one swift move. "That man was no stranger to you was he? WAS HE??" His voice. Controlled. Raised. Angry. Accusatory. Everything I deserved and more. Guilt raced through my body. What have I done? I try to think quickly. Do I lie and say I don't know why I called him Jeff? Do I come clean about everything? All I know is I love Johnnie with all of my heart. I know what I need to do. I tell him everything. I can't even look at him I am so mad at myself. I was selfish wanting to have one last fling. I know he said no restrictions, but that didn't give me the right to deceive him. Deceive is exactly what I did. I explain to him that after we had gone back to my old high school, I reconnected with Jeff and found out he had moved to San Antonio. After chatting with him I thought, on a whim, that it would be fun to fuck him again. That's when I hatched the plan to have him waiting at the bar. Johnnie looked at me with a blank stare while I tried to explain. Then walked out. The sound of the door slamming shut rang in my ears. The look of disappointment on his face replayed over and over in my mind. I don't know why I was so stunned. Of course he was pissed. He had every right to be. I made my way to the bedroom, curled up and cried. Ugly, regretful tears. I could only hope I would wake up in his arms. Morning light came through the window when I stirred the next morning. The bed next to me was cold. Throwing my robe on, I made my way to the living area of our suite. Johnnie was passed out on the couch. He reeked of alcohol and cigar smoke. I didn't care. I was just relieved he was here. The flight home was quiet. Too quiet. He barely said two words to me all day. We had a lot to talk about that's for sure. I had apologized, but it was going to take a hell of a lot more than that to make things right between us. Arriving home, I quickly made my way to take a shower. I needed to cleanse myself. Only nothing would help this time. Not even the almost-scalding water. I stood under the spray and let it run over my body. I should have handled things differently. As I washed my body it felt numb. No desire to explore. I didn't deserve to. I exited the shower, wrapped only in a towel, and went to the bedroom to grab my clothes. Johnnie was standing there. No shirt. No shoes. Just a pair of low slung jeans that did amazing things for those toned abs of his. Good God. I was done for. I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of him. All the air left my lungs. In his right hand he held a single silk sash. My eyes darted from the sash to his eyes, desperate to know what his intent was. We never did any serious play when either one of us was not in the right frame of mind. Especially angry. "Who do you belong to Amelia?" he questioned. "You. Only you." I replied with as much strength as I could muster. "Drop the towel and lay on the bed. On your back. Right fucking now," he instructed. Oh fuck. This was definitely pushing a boundary we hadn't before. He was no doubt still angry with me. I wasn't scared. Apprehensive, perhaps...but not scared. I loved my husband with all my heart and I trusted him endlessly. I wanted him to forgive me for my deception. I needed him to see how sorry I was. How much I needed him and nobody else. I would do anything to make things right between us. I padded over to the bed and climbed up, lying on my back as instructed, my arms angled by my head. The bed dipped under his weight and the silk slipped under each wrist as he tied them together lifting them firmly above my head. Securing me to the headboard tightly. I didn't dare move. My body was pulsing with adrenaline, my clit beating in time with my frenzied heartbeat. "Why am I not blindfolding you Amelia?" He was in full Dom mode. "So I can see you," I replied, trying not to sound sarcastic. "That's correct. I want you to see every moment of me owning you. You need to be reminded who fucking makes this body sing." He says this, while spreading my legs. "Don't fucking move. Not even an inch. Understood?" I simply nodded. Now was not the time to risk upsetting him even more. This was about me surrendering. Going to that place where my control was not needed. I wanted to please him. All I needed to do was listen, and do as he said. He moved to stand at the end of the bed to take it all in. His breathing was heavy, his angled chest rising up in fluid motions. His will strong. His tone stronger. His control threadbare. "If I glide my fingers over your folds will they be soaking wet Amelia?" I nod. He moved over to the closet where our supplies were all hidden. As he walked back I noticed a few things in his hands. I couldn't make out everything. Climbing on the bed he straddled my waist, the rough feel of his jeans making my skin tingle and come to life. "What shall I do with that dirty little mouth of yours?" I could think of a few things, but I opted to keep those to myself. "The same fucking mouth that sucked your ex-boyfriend's cock right in front of your husband, you greedy little slut." Oh fuck. He was right. I had, and I loved every minute of it. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the ball gag in his hand. "I think for the moment I would rather just put this on you so you don't startle the neighbors while I remind you who you belong to." He moved to place the ball in my mouth and I opened willingly. In place, I could breathe and make sounds but there was no way I could utter a word. "Do you remember what to do Amelia? Raise one, two or three fingers depending on what you need. Nod if you understand." I nodded. He pinches my nipples. HARD. I pull against my restraints, my legs instantly moving to bend at the knees, struggling to absorb the discomfort. "Do not move an inch or I will pinch your fucking nipples harder next time." Not wanting to taunt him beyond my pain threshold I moved my legs back and stayed still. He takes turns rubbing circles around them and pulling, pinching and smacking them with his hand. My body wants to struggle so badly but I remain still. He reaches around and runs a single finger through my folds. As it moves down and back, it's noticeably slick with my juices. He raises it in front of my face so I can see the wetness then proceeds to rub it over my lips around the outside of the gag. "Can you smell what a greedy slut you are Amelia?" I nod. Truth is I could smell it before he even did that. I needed release in the worst way. He reaches back again. Two large fingers spread my silky juices all along my crease. They moved round and round my clit, teasing me. Taunting me. No doubt preparing me for the upcoming invasion of his cock. I held my breath. Just as I could feel my body prepare to let go he stopped. The sash is abruptly untied and I am flipped over roughly to my stomach. "This little fuck session isn't for your enjoyment Amelia. Your only task is to remember who owns your body," he says to me with an undercurrent of disdain. "You will cum when I say you can, IF I say you can and no sooner." He pushes my legs up under me so my ass is up in the air. I don't know what to think. My mind is reeling. Wishing I had told him about Jeff from the beginning. He removes his jeans and moves in place behind me while I continue to stare at the wall. His body heat hovers over my back. Reaching around, he pinches my nipple then removes the gag. "Not a fucking sound slut." I reach forward and grasp onto the bars of the headboard, instinct telling me this is going to be a rough ride. He grabs his cock and traces my slit from top to bottom roughly over and over, coating it with my juices. I fight the urge to push back and sink onto him. With every ounce of controlled fury raging inside him he thrusts forward filling me so full I gasp. How am I supposed to stay quiet when he does that! Without giving me any time to adjust to his size, he begins pounding me from behind like an animal. "Who owns this fucking pussy Amelia?" he growls. I don't answer. He's never fucked me like this before. Then again, I don't think I've ever made him this angry before. It's pulsing off his skin. WHACK! His hand makes full contact with my ass. WHACK! WHACK! The sting radiates and burns like a flash across my skin. Fuuuuuuuck! That hurts! Stay quiet. Don't scream. With no gentle caress afterwards to soothe the fire, he delivers blow after blow never breaking pace. WHACK! WHACK! He continues pounding mercilessly and I'm not sure if it feels good or hurts every time he bottoms out. I want to scream my apologies over and over, to beg for him to forgive me. Instead I keep my mouth shut, willing my body not to betray me as my orgasm builds. "I fucking own this pussy Amelia. I DO!" I thought I could hold off my orgasm, but at the sound of those words, my body starts hurtling towards the cliff at break-neck speed. I'm fucked. I'm so close. Please, please let me go. He pulls out abruptly, continuing to pump his cock with his hand. "Roll over NOW!" And I do. He leans forward, "Suck my fucking cock like you did his, you dirty slut." Lifting my head up, I take the head in and begin circling my tongue around the sensitive ridge. I can taste myself on him. He knows how much I love that. He pushes forward even more and forces his entire length into my mouth and down my throat, my head forced back onto the bed. I try to relax as he hovers over me and fucks my face. He's watching me as my eyes water and meet his. He's coming back to me, I can see it. "Aaaaahhhhh fuuuuuck!" I feel his cock swell, and the first few jets of warm cum slide down my throat. He pulls out quickly and releases the remainder of his hot load all over my tits. Marking me. Owning me. "You'll do good to remember this should you ever try and pull something so stupid in the future Amelia." He comes back with a warm wash cloth and helps me clean up. I am reeling and aching. My body frustrated from lack of release. Numb. I know I deserved that and more from him, so I accept it willingly. Rolling over to my side with my back to him, eyes watering, I struggle to gather my thoughts. To my surprise he stays, and soon I find myself tightly embraced in his arms. My back to his front. His hot breath on my neck and I begin to drift off. "I love you Amelia," he says tenderly. And I know he does. CHAPTER FOUR It's been a couple months since that night I took her so harshly. I know it took her a while to recover. Good. Fuck. It took me a while to recover. She needed to be reminded who she belongs to after that little stunt she pulled. I have never felt so betrayed. Just thinking about her orchestrating a rendezvous with her first love without me knowing makes my stomach turn. Shit, my cock is hard just thinking about tying her up and fucking her hard. How could he have let that go? Fucking dumbass. That woman is everything I desire and then some. My sunrise and sunset all rolled into one. Amelia. Fuck, I scored when I found her. I knew it the minute I saw her outside that classroom. Her hair all shiny as fuck, glistening as she walked with that sexy ass sway of hers. I tried to play it cool for as long as I could. She needed to trust me that much I knew. I played my cards right and fuck if I'm not the luckiest guy on the planet. Fuck me. I sound like a pussy. When is she going to get home from work? I need to sink balls deep into her soon or I'm going to lose my mind. All was good after we cleared the air. I fucked it out and then we talked it out. It's behind us. If I don't think about who it was, I can still get rock hard picturing her riding his cock right there in front of me. Eyes locked on mine. Drowning in pleasure. It's like having my very own porn movie I can watch in my mind anytime I want starring my sexy as sin wife. She's been so quiet the last couple of weeks and I wonder if she has given any thought to her third wish. One night, we order in, both feeling incredibly lazy after a long week. She changed into these tight yoga pants and my eyes can't focus on anything else. My dick can't either. Sitting at the coffee table in the living room, enjoying sushi, I go for it. "Amelia," I adjust my tone and I have her attention immediately. "Have you thought at all about your third wish?" Those beautiful brown eyes of hers go wide and she looks both shocked and excited. I don't think she ever thought she would get that third wish after what she pulled. I never told her one way or the other. She licks her bottom lip like she does when she's nervous and fuck if she only knew what that does to me. "I...I have, but I didn't really think there would be a third one." I move my hand to her face to brush the few strands of hair away. The need to touch her is overwhelming at times. "Tell me," I simply say. She looks down and I let her. The fact that she's blushing tells me this is going to be good and I can't fucking wait for her to spill it. Tell me baby. Tell me what you want. I want to hear it. Taking a deep breath she let's go. "I want to be taken by more than one man at the same time," she utters shyly still not making eye contact with me. I ponder that request for longer than I really needed, simply for affect. What can I say? I like to make her squirm. I'm anxious to move this conversation along so I can get to the good part, the part where I strip her naked and take her right here on the living room rug, so I push forward. "Amelia, when you say more than one man do you mean two? Three? More?" I keep my tone level and strong but curious so she doesn't get overly nervous or apprehensive about how I feel. This isn't about me necessarily. This was her gift and fuck if I didn't say no restrictions in the very beginning. My mind is racing, already filling with ideas on how this can play out. She moves to answer my question but then stops before any words come out. She looks up and meets me square in the eyes. Wow. My love for her knows no bounds when she looks at me like that. "Johnnie, I would like for you to decide the rest. I don't want to arrange any of the who, what, when or how. If that's ok with you?" Is that ok with me? Really? I question her to make sure that's what she wants and she assures me it is. I'm in my glory. This is going to be fun. I let a few weeks go by making sure not to bring it up knowing her anticipation will only deepen the more she thinks about it. Meanwhile I'm plotting a surprise trip on the side. I'm not going to tell her what I'm up to, this way she won't have enough time to get nervous or worse yet - back out. I'll surprise her with a trip to Vegas, the home of all things debauchery. We'll have some drinks, party a bit and blow some money at the tables. I'll get my shy girl all loosened up and then she won't know what hit her. The night before we are set to fly out I inform her of my plans over dinner. "Tomorrow morning we are leaving for Vegas. Pack your bag for 3 nights/4 days." I don't give her any hint that this is anything more than just a spur of the moment four day weekend. She smiles and giggles when I tell her and I can tell she is excited just to get away. Wait until she figures out what I have planned. I've already packed so she can't see a few of the special items I've chosen to take along on this trip. I know exactly where to stay. You know how hard it is to find a hotel bed with an actual four poster bed frame these days? The hotel clerk never even blinked when I called and asked. We arrive in our suite at the Bellagio and everything is exactly as they described. The most important part of the room, the bed, is a beautiful four poster bed with a canopy equipped with mirrors. Fuck yeah. My mind is already visualizing her splayed there dripping wet and panting. I roll my head and shoulders stiff from the flight but more in an effort to stop my raging hard on from taking hold. I'm not exactly sure how this will all play out, but I've already got the basic framework in mind. This way I can roll with it and see what happens. The first night we go crazy catching all the sights and sounds, hitting the tables and enjoying the free flowing drinks coming from an overly eager waitress. I take a drunk Amelia back up to the room and we snuggle in bed somewhere around three a.m. She's horny since I've been holding out on her for a couple of days and reaches over to stroke my cock through my briefs. I nudge her away feigning being tired and I know she's wondering what the fuck. It's rare I turn down sex. But I've got an ulterior motive. I need her hot and needy tomorrow night when I start the ball rolling on her third wish. Saturday night is finally here. I take her out to a nice dinner. I can't take my eyes off her, she is so damn beautiful. When she finally relaxes and isn't so stressed, she radiates happiness. I wish I could give this to her all the time. She's flirtatious and I know she's more than ready. She just doesn't know it won't be by me. Not this time. "I can't wait to get you upstairs Amelia," I tell her in that voice she knows best. Her body perks up and I swear her nipples might poke through her dress at any moment. I pay the check so we can get out of there and take her upstairs. "Strip." I mean business now. There is no time to waste. It's going to take me a little while to find a few willing participants. I have her lie on the bed and then I blindfold her with the sash I had been playing with in my pocket all night. Then I pull out my spreader bar, expand it, and attach her feet to each end. I chuckle at the thought of airline security possibly searching my bag. I take her wrists and tie each to the top corners of the bed. I know she still has no idea what's coming. She thinks it's just the two of us tonight so when I move to kiss her lips and tell her I'll be back she immediately stiffens. Her pulse increases and I can see her chest rise and fall at a much faster pace. I place my hand on her heart to calm her. Then I snake it down just inside her folds. She gasps and I might blow a load in my pants if I'm not careful. I insert a single finger into that hot tight pussy of hers and then circle her clit briefly. Bending over her so my mouth is right at her ear I speak softly, "See how wet you are. You want this don't you?" Three Wishes All I hear in return is, "Yes." Showtime. I take one last look at her to make sure she is as comfortable as possible, place the 'do not disturb' sign on the door, and head downstairs. I sit at a craps table and strike up a conversation with a couple of suits. I must have taken my in too early as they completely blow me off giving me some bullshit line about this being a Vegas scam. Fuck them. They don't know what they're missing. It hits me. The Bellagio is full of men and women from some sort of coaches' convention. I decide to head over to the sports betting area and sit at the bar next to a group of dudes talking smack about what team will win the game they've wagered. They won't give a fuck about who wins this game after I tell them what I have planned. I settle in making small talk with them. I can't just blurt out that my wife is upstairs, tied up naked and more than ready to be fucked by a few men. We have a few drinks, talk sports and of course the conversation eventually turns to women. Lucky for me three of the five guys are single and unattached. I find out they are all weight lifting coaches for college football teams out East. I mean, I take good care of myself running and weight training but these guys put my biceps to shame. I figure what the hell. I find my opportunity when a couple of the single guys start rambling on about needing to get laid. The hitched ones must have seen that as their cue to take off as they shake hands and head out. I discreetly show one of the guys a pic off my phone of Amelia splayed out on the bed upstairs. His eyes about bug out of his head and I know he's in. Somehow I share it with them without spooking them or making them think I am some sort of freak. Hey...you know what they say about Vegas. Turns out they are kinky and with nothing to lose, they all agree to my plan. I check out my watch since there are no fucking clocks on the walls in Vegas. Damn! It's been almost two hours since I left her tied up in the room. I stand up to leave and they all move to follow me. None of them want to miss out on this action. As soon as we make our way up to the suite, I go check on her. Her chest is rising and falling evenly and she looks calm. I know she hears me enter the room and I can practically see her eyes darting from side to side under that blindfold. No sense in trying baby. I whisper in her ear how much I love her and I want her to truly enjoy tonight as my gift to her. Her third wish is about to come true. With my face still lowered, I can hear a faint gasp escape her when she hears the men's voices coming from the living area. "That's right. You hear three men. They are going to take good care of you tonight, and I'm going to love watching every moment of you coming undone my little slut." I untie her wrists and take the spreader bar off. I want her to be able to touch and feel them since I have no plans on taking that blindfold off. She takes a deep breath and without a word nods that she is ready. I motion for them to enter the room. I'd already told them I didn't want a lot of talking just a lot of doing. All three men take her in from head to toe and I know they like what they see. They move to the sides of the bed and caress her beautiful form all over. Her back arches and they sate her need by caressing her breasts and roaming to her pussy. She's got six hands all over her exploring every inch. Welcome to sensory overload baby. One of them bends down and takes a nipple in his mouth. If I remember correctly that dudes name is Jared. As if on cue the guy on the other side of the bed, Matt, takes the other nipple in his mouth using his hand to squeeze it to a nice hard peak. He must have bitten a bit because she fucking squirms and moans. I know she loves that. Before long they are all stripped naked and stroking their dicks eager to move things along. I just sit back in my chair, sipping my cocktail and take it all in. Fuck! Who knew watching live like this could be so hot! My eyes are on her. Scanning her body, watching for any signs of distress. The only thing I want to see is pure unadulterated pleasure. The third dude, Craig, has been exploring her pussy with his fingers for a while now. I understand the draw. His fingers are soaking wet as he pumps them in and out of her. He doesn't know her body as well as I fucking do, but with those other two licking and biting her nipples, it shouldn't take much longer. I take a moment to watch her face as she comes closer and closer to the edge. Craig moves in and blows cool air on her clit while spreading those beautiful lips apart. Her gasp reverberates in my fucking dick and I hold onto every ounce of control I possibly can. Craig moves in for the kill licking her from ass to clit stopping to roll his tongue around that little nub. I see him move down and he's tongue fucking her greedy hole while pinching her clit while the other two are feasting on her breasts and neck. Oh yeah. Here we go. "Oooooohhhhhh FUUUCK!" she cries. Her whole body is shaking as she fists the sheets and bends her knees squirming with overwhelming pleasure. Ride that wave, baby. Then come back so you can do it again and again. Before she gets a chance to recover Jared has the tip of his dick touching her lips. She opens up like a good girl and moves her tongue to explore every inch. For the first time her hands move from her sides and she grabs hold of it, stroking and pumping while sucking and bobbing her mouth over it. I must admit my wife gives great head. I fucking taught her everything she knows. I wish that was my dick right now. I see Craig's had enough of licking her pussy and is slipping a condom on. He hovers over her and strokes his length across her slick pussy then pushes in. I think she just about bit Jared which makes me chuckle. That's right, soon you will have all your holes full. Matt is feeling a bit left out and I hear him quietly encourage her to suck his dick too as he stands on the other side of the bed leaning in placing the tip close to her mouth. Each of her hands is now wrapped around a dick as she takes turns sucking both of them while getting fucked by Craig. She's close again, I can feel it in my balls. "Aaaaaaghhhhh!! FUCK!" she screams a little louder than I would like for a hotel room. But this is Vegas and I'm sure they've heard a lot worse through these thin walls. Craig is thrusting balls deep and is right behind her with his own orgasm. By the look on his face she had his cock in a vice grip and he stood no chance. Jared follows suit and is blowing his load down her throat. While Craig finds the trash can in the bathroom the other two maneuver Amelia on top of Matt. He's busy placing the condom on his rock hard shaft while my wife takes the time to finally explore his body. Her mouth drops as she glides her hands up and down his arms and chest. "Holy Shit," she exclaims. Her hands take in every muscular plane of the bodybuilder below her and I'm pretty sure she wishes she could see it. She will have to settle for touching this time. Matt lubricates his cock with her soaking wet pussy as she hovers over it. He utters his first words encouraging her to sink down on it slowly. She sinks onto him and shudders as he engages her g-spot. She doesn't stay still long and starts bobbing up and down riding him like she does so well. Both Craig and Jared are standing next to the bed taking it all in, stroking their dicks back to full hardness. It doesn't take long. Amelia is close again. She bobs up and down and throws her head back arching her beautiful tits out lost in the moment. Jared wraps it up, applies some lube and climbs on the bed behind her. With his hands on her shoulders he guides her down to lay on top of Matt. He picks up where she left off pumping into her from below. Jared guides one and then two fingers in her tight little rosebud opening her up for him. That's about all she needs as she hurtles off the cliff once again. Using that as his opportunity he gently places his cock in her forbidden entrance and slowly pushes forward. She's beside herself. I'm watching her breathing closely. I can tell she works hard to relax and take him all in. You can do it baby. I silently encourage her. She's never had two men at the same time. I lean forward with my elbows on my knees and take it all in. It's taking them a few minutes to coordinate a rhythm. Matt pushing in from below while Jared is pulling out from above. She doesn't know whether she's coming or going. Craig climbs up to the front of the bed and smacks the tip of his cock to her mouth. She takes the hint and opens wide. He slides all the way in and she bobs up and down on every thrust from the men below and behind her. Fuck me. That is a sight to see. My wife with all three holes filled. I resist the urge to take a picture. I don't ever want her to see it. The memory can be so much more powerful than viewing a picture. I take a moment to scan from top to bottom marking it all in my mind. My beautiful sexy as sin wife on all fours with a cock in her mouth, a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass. Matt blows his load first pounding her pussy from below with Jared right behind him squeezed by her tight little hole. Craig bottoms out in that gorgeous mouth of hers and shoots his load down her throat. All three of them pull out slowly and move to clean up and get dressed. They know I don't fucking plan on having them stick around. That was the score before they ever even agreed to this little escapade. As soon as they leave her side she collapses face down into the soft bedding below. I'm at her side, to comfort her and let her know I am here. I move her to her side and wipe her face down with a soft warm cloth and clean up her tender swollen pussy. Then I lovingly kiss her face and tell her how proud I am and how much I love her. I hope this wish is everything she dreamed of and then some. Moving the covers over her body I encourage her to drink some water and sleep. Stripping down I curl in behind her and wrap my arms tight holding her close. She simply moans and then drifts asleep. I'm not even close to tired but I know she needs me here. Holding her. Loving her. CHAPTER FIVE There's a knock on the door as room service arrives. Amelia is still passed out in bed. She woke up briefly sometime around 3 am and whispered, "I love you," then fell back asleep. I couldn't help but smile as I drifted back too. I look over and she opens her eyes right as I am tipping the guy. I didn't want to disturb her but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy to see her awake. I crawl into bed, with fresh fruit within range. We lie there most of the morning and talk about last night. I tell her about my time on the casino floor trying to find a few willing guys. It took more time than I thought it would. She laughs when I tell her about those fucking suits at the craps table, thinking it was a scam. She just giggles and shyly admits she was happy I ran into those 'muscular' guys. I explain to her that they were weight lifting coaches in town for a convention. She talked about the three men and how it felt to have them all over her body at the same time. I watch her expressions as she described the feelings that tore through her. She uses the term sensory overload more than once and I consider that a success. No surprise her favorite part was at the end when all three men were taking her simultaneously. Stuffed with three cocks in every hole. Not every guy would be able to handle watching his girl with another man, much less three. But a connection like ours will never be lost. No matter who we invite into our bed. Our bond feels stronger than ever. Her trust in me. Her love for me. Mine for her. We head home from Vegas and before we know it several months have passed. My birthday is upon us and I don't care much. Amelia wants to celebrate and I hate to see her pout so I go with the flow. My only request is to keep it simple and low key. She invites a few friends over to our loft and we relax feasting on Thai takeout and plenty of wine. She knows exactly what I like. After everyone leaves we just chill on the rug in the living room. Our backs leaning on the couch. We finish our wine and put off cleaning up. After a few minutes she hops up and runs to the kitchen real quick as if she forgot something and I'm left wondering. I hear her tinkering and then a flick. Turning around I see her beaming and softly singing me Happy Birthday as she comes back to me with a single cupcake and a lit candle. It's burning fast so she rushes in front of me as she finishes her serenade. I can't help but think how lucky I am. "My gift to you is to grant you a wish, with no restrictions!" she says, overly excited. I know exactly what to wish for so I take a deep breath, close my eyes and blow out the candle solidifying it. As I open them I look back at her. "I want to tell you my wish." I set the cupcake down. Pushing forward, I move so she has no choice but to fall to her back with me hovering above her. Leaning on one elbow, I place my hand on her face moving her hair away so I can get the full view I desire. I move in and kiss her with every ounce of passion I have. My hand behind her neck holding her to me. Her body goes limp as she submits to me. That's it Amelia. Give yourself to me. I lean in close to her ear. "My wish is to grant you three more wishes." THE END