0 comments/ 15004 views/ 0 favorites Welcome to Sin By: WasabiBeans Painted toe-claws clicking loudly against the cool tile floor of "Sin's" lobby, Beatrix nervously flexed her slender fingers around the plain manila envelope in her hands as she walked towards the front desk. Taking the final few steps to bring herself level with it, she smiled nervously and lightly cleared her throat to catch the attention of the young female otter sitting behind the counter. "Ah, Hello and welcome to Sin's. How may I help you?" the secretary asked, tilting her chin to look at Beatrix. Tucking a lock of unruly black hair behind her ear and quickly licking her lips before responding, Beatrix's gave the bespectacled otter a small smile. " I have an appointment with Mr. Rougyn" she stated, fingers crinkling the corner of the envelope in her hands. "Your name?" the secretary inquired, eyebrow raised. "Oh, right! Beatrix Riddlen. I believe that the appointment is set for 3pm?" the tall snowshoe hare responded, a faint flush turning her otherwise white fur a pink hue. " Do you have your test results?" the otter inquired, letting her glasses slide down her muzzle as she leaned forwards to assess the rabbit. In all realty, the otter just wanted to get a glimpse of those long legs covered in silk stockings. Beatrix, in turn nodded and held up the manila folder. " Test results, pictures, references..." she stated, as if checking off a mental checklist. I'm pretty sure I've got everything." The secretary nodded, picked up the phone on her desk and dialed through to the head office. She spoke into the phone for a moment, nodded, and hung up. " Fourth floor, first set of doors as you leave the elevators. I'll buzz you in." the otter stated, tapping a pencil idly against the desk. Smiling her thanks, Beatrix turned and walked to the set of glass doors that led to the elevator door, waiting to hear a buzz and then click before proceeding to push against one of the handles, and swinging into the corridor. Walking to the nearest elevator, she pressed the up button, idly fiddling with the stays on her shirt. She had dressed to impress, and had brought along a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, a request stated in the job application. Shrugging, the hare decided she was to find out soon why that odd request had been made. *********** "I want the preliminary drawings by Tuesday. No more extensions. I've already given you an extra week. No. Have them on my desk by noon tomorrow, or else." Slamming down the phone, Rougyn sighed and ran a hand through his mane, kicking back in his plush leather chair. Whirling around and away from his desk, he surveyed the busy street outside, bars, clubs and restaurants lining the pavement. A smiled lined his lips as he thought of what it had taken to build Sins, and the success it had turned into. He swiveled back around to face his desk as a knock sounded on the door. "Come in!." he called, looking forwards to the interview he was about to conduct. *********** Bea's ears twitched slightly as the masculine voice calling for her to open the door and enter reached her ears. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed a hand down her front, flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and waked into the plush office. *********** Rougyn leaned back in his chair, surveying the young snowshoe hare who strode into his office, a certain confidence to her step. 'Ah, she's a dom. Or a switch, at least.' he thought, eyes trailing up from her feet and traveling oh so slowly over those long, silk covered legs. Around mid thigh, the stockings stopped to reveal pristine white fur and a peek of garter strap before they both disappeared beneath a short pleated skirt. The horse's eyes traveled up further, taking in the scantily clad midsection and torso before settling on Bea's attractive face. His smile grew wider as he stood and reached out a hand, " Welcome to Sins, my name is Rougyn Conners, the CEO and founder." ******* Smirking as she felt the roan horse's eyes travel over her body, she gave him with the same unabashed perusal. She took in the strong neck and shoulders, covered by a clean blue shirt, thick muscular thighs encased in black dress pants, and the short, well kept mane resting upon his head. Reaching out a hand, she met the males handshake with a firm grip of her own, nodding her head slightly, "Beatrix Riddlen, but please, call me Bea." "Please, take a seat. You have your papers?" Rougyn inquired, while gesturing to one of the two chairs on the opposing side of his desk. He in turn, returned to his seat, pulling himself forwards slightly and giving the snowshoe hare his full attention. Bea nodded and handed Rougyn the envelope before taking her seat, crossing one leg over the other and causing her skirt to ride up slightly. She made no effort to tug the wayward fabric down, instead giving the horse a peak of the lacy black underwear she wore beneath. There was really no sense in putting up a prude pretense considering the job she was applying for. For all she knew, she'd have to perform a few services to convince the male of her abilities. She watched her soon-to-be employer with scrutiny, trying to catch any fleeting emotion or expression that passed over his handsome equine face. She didn't think she'd have any problem at all...servicing the stud. Turning her attention away from Rougyn as he carefully read over her tests, she noted the adorable amber armadillo paperweight sitting on the corner of his desk. She ran the tip of her finger over it idly as her attention turned to he furnishing of the room. There were several interesting paintings a photographs adorning the warm, cream walls, but one in specific caught her attention; A young, slender jackal sat staring directly out of the frame at his audience, clearly abashed at his nudity. What a wonder photograph it was. She wondered if it was the work of the resident photographer. 'Hmm.. Tests are all negative, means she's clean. Reputable clinic as well. Ahhhhh, photos. Lovely. She's got quite a nice ass......' The horse flipped through the test results and the photos, pausing here and there to study the glossy sheets. ' Seems I was correct. Bea is most definitely a switch, although I think she prefers being stuffed by several cocks at once..... Interesting.....' Rougyn could feel a bit of a bulge growing beneath the zipper of his slacks, thoroughly 'impressed' by the hare's resume and photos. Putting down the papers, he crossed his forearms on the desk and leaned forwards, clearing his throat to gain Bea's attention. " I'm sure that Sabi went over the details of the interview with you on the phone. And I am correct in assuming you've brought a change of clothes?" he inquired, ears turning to capture every word the girl spoke in her smooth smokey accent. " Ah, yes. I was a bit puzzled about that request, but I brought along an exchange. Is everything in order? Do I have the job?" Bea asked, long ears perky up as her attention was drawn away from the photographs on the wall and back to the impressive male figure in front of her. Her nose twitched slightly as his earthy musk reached, and she smiled. It would seem her new boss had gotten a little excited over her photos. 'As well he should have. Those photos were bloody expensive and a lot of work...Although they were fun.' Chuckling, Rougyn sat back in his chair, the leather releasing air in a slight poof of sound. He reassessed the young hare sitting in front of him, enjoying her spunk. It was refreshing. " Not quite yet. There are a few tasks I want to run over with you, and then give you a tour of the building to see if it suits you. Here at Sins, everyone takes great pleasure and pride in what they d----Whoa!" At the mention of tasks, Bea had dropped to her knees on the plush carpeted floor, crawling beneath the desk to put her hands to work unbuckling the horse's buckle and pulling down his zipper. Smirking, she let out a laugh. " Let's not be coy, hmmm? We both know what those tasks are. I'd rather just... jump right on in." she husked, winking at the male. Slipping one hand into the male's slacks, her eyes widened as her fingers felt not barrier between herself and the horse's warm, pulsing semi-erection. ' Oh, he goes commando. I should have guessed.... I hope I'm not being too forwards... Ah, what the hell.' The hare's second hand went to release they few stays the kept the fabric covering her chest in place, revealing round, perky breasts unencumbered by a bra. Rougyn stared down at the hare, eyes wide in surprise, a puff of air escaping his muzzle in a huff. Shrugging his shoulders, he relaxed back into the chair and decided to enjoy whatever Bea had planned. His eyes drifted away from her face and down to her chest, taking in the rounded slopes of her breasts, and the light pink nipples just visible to his gaze. 'Are the boys ever going to love this one....' ********** Down in the lobby, Sabi had switched her security monitor over to a private channel the showed the CEO's office. A soft laugh passed her lips, and her whiskers twitched a little. Pushing her glasses up her muzzle, the ginger-colored otter settled in for what she thought to be quite a show. ********* Bea pulled Rougyn's long dark length from his pants, smirk widening as she watched more blood flow and stiffen the member. Licking her lips, she leaned forwards, long straight hair falling around her face. She hadn't tasted an equine in quite some time, and was eagerly looking forwards to the coming 'tasks'. Letting her pink tongue slowly lave over the round, broad tip of the horse cock now clasped in both hands, she let out of a soft purr, enjoying the salty taste. As the flesh reached it full, impressive length, the girl opened her maw and engulfed the head in a wonderful moist heat, hands running up and down the area that had not yet passed her lips. A burst of air that sounded much like a whiny emitted from the horse, his head tilting to rest on the back of his chair. Rougyn let his hands drift down to tangle in the ebony mass that flowed in stark contrast against her white-furred ears. Opening his amber eyes, he stared down at the girl and watched with satisfaction as she paid a great deal of attention to his shaft. Bea added a slow suction to the caress of her tongue, before pulling back and running the tip of her tongue around the head and down along the prominent shaft that lined the underside of Rougyn's cock. Sliding back up, she enveloped the head in her mouth again, before sliding her mouth further down. 'Ah, fuck she's good. She's got the job, hands down....Oh-h...' raced through Rougyn's mind seconds before he lost the ability to form any more coherent thoughts. ********** Welcome to Sin City My husband, Nick, and I are your average couple. Through 20 years of marriage we have enjoyed a very healthy sex life and have shared fantasies with each other. We had talked about swinging, but I wondered whether or not we would go through with it if the opportunity actually presented itself. Recently we took a trip to Las Vegas. Nick had been a few times, but this was my first trip to Sin City. I had heard many stories of the loss of inhibitions and wondered if it would carry over to us as well. We arrived on the strip and did some normal tourist things. I could feel myself begin to loosen up and told Nick I wanted to take him to a strip club. He had never had a lap dance and I was going to rectify that. We found an upscale club and were enjoying the dancers with their gorgeous bodies and sexy dancing. I was looking for a reaction from Nick to see if there was a particular dancer to choose for his lap dance. I noticed that he was not focused on any one dancer, but rather on another woman a little further across the room. I saw him looking over at her frequently and when I took a longer look, I understood why. Nick loves a great set of legs and she had legs that didn't quit until her rounded but firm ass. She was wearing a short dress to further showcase her legs and ass and they were encased in silky pantyhose and had on stiletto heels. When I looked at Nick, I could see that his pants were getting tighter and tighter. I looked at him and asked, "You want to fuck her, don't you?" He didn't realize he had been that obvious but admitted that he wanted her. I don't know if it was the setting or the drinks I had consumed but I told Nick that we were going to see if we could join them. We approached the table she was sitting at with her husband and asked if we could share their table. We sat down and were introduced to Tammy and her husband, Ted. I had been so busy looking at Tammy that I hadn't noticed Ted. He was a well built man with a little bit of rough bad boy look that was getting me turned on. We talked for a while and discovered that they were tourists as well and staying in the same hotel as us. Tammy and I went to the ladies room and she confided that they had noticed us across the room as well. The club didn't have very many couples in it, so they noticed us quickly. Tammy told me that she caught Ted staring at my chest quite frequently. This is not unusual as I am very large busted. She then told me that he also noticed my lips, which are quite full and men tell me they are made for giving blowjobs. When we returned to the table, I ordered another drink and asked for a garnish of cherries. I'm sure Nick knew what I was going to do since he tells many men of my particular skill. With what Tammy had shared with me, I decided to tease Ted a little and removed the stem from the cherry and tied it in a knot with my tongue. I could see Ted's eyes staring at my mouth while I worked the stem. When I presented the tightly knotted stem to him, Tammy must have sensed how aroused he was because she said it was time for them to leave. I suggested that we share a cab since we were all going to the same hotel. I was feeling pretty free so I began to stroke Nick's leg and eventually rubbed the bulge that continued to grow in his pants. I leaned over and told him that I wanted to see him fuck Tammy and he told me he wanted to see Ted in my mouth. We invited them back to our room once we arrived at the hotel. Once we got to our room we ordered some champagne along with cheese and fruit. Ted asked if there would be cherries along with that. Then he asked Nick if I was as good at everything with my mouth. Nick asked, "Do you want to find out?" I could see a look between Ted and Tammy, then Ted replied "Hell yeah." I told Tammy that it was only fair that both men receive the same treatment so she would have to take care of Nick. She didn't hesitate. We each began to stroke the man we were with, and quickly released their cocks. I began to tease Ted, flicking my tongue slowly around the head of his cock, then up and down the shaft before taking him fully into my mouth. I heard him moan as my mouth slid down and my lips wrapped around the base. Next to me I could see Tammy furiously working on Nick's cock. I began to suck harder and faster on Ted. I could feel him growing harder in my mouth as I continued to fuck him with my lips. Both Ted and Nick were moaning and enjoying their blowjobs when we heard a knock at the door. We had forgotten that we ordered room service. Nick hesitantly removed himself from Tammy's mouth to answer the door. He returned with our champagne and food in record time and went right back to having Tammy service him. I continued to work on Nick until I heard him say he was about to come. I sucked as hard and fast as I could as he exploded in my mouth. I pulled his cock out and stroked him as he shot the remainder on my face. I saw that Nick had not come yet, but was probably getting close. I went over to him and Tammy. I got behind Nick and began to suck his balls while Tammy continued on his cock. I began to take the tip of tongue and run it from his balls to his ass. Knowing how sensitive his ass is, I probed just the tip of my tongue into his ass then went back to repeating the path from his balls to his ass. I did this several times when I heard him moan in a way that I knew meant he was about to come. He shot down Tammy's throat and she drank up every single drop. I was so turned on watching another woman take my husband's come down her throat. I went over to Tammy and kissed her deeply so I could taste my husband in her mouth. My panties were soaking wet after this. Both guys were tired, but Tammy and I were ready to go. I ran my hands over Tammy's body, up and down her fantastic legs and then to her tight firm ass. I know why Nick couldn't take his eyes off her. Tammy returned the favor and we were soon touching everywhere. Her tits were small but firm and I eagerly grabbed them and worked on her nipples, which were rock hard as were mine. We quickly undressed and continued to explore each other. As I slipped my fingers down to her pussy I quickly discovered that she was shaved. I knew Nick was going to want to get a closer look, feel and taste of that. I asked him to join us and told him that Tammy had a pussy he'd want to be in. I could see Nick's cock starting to come back to life. We were lying on the bed with Tammy between Nick and me. Nick's hand took my place on Tammy's pussy as I worked on her nipples. Her moans were coming more frequently and louder and her hips pushed higher and higher. I felt Ted come up behind me as his hands stroked my tits and worked the nipples. His cock was pressing into my ass and I knew he was ready for action again. I heard Ted say that he wanted to see me eat Tammy's pussy. I had fantasized about eating pussy many times and seized the opportunity. As I lowered my mouth I could smell the fragrance coming from her and knew how wet Nick had made her, which got me even hotter. When my tongue made contact with Tammy's clit, I could feel electric jolts go through my body. I probed my tongue deep inside of her to get all the juices that my husband had caused to flow from her. What an amazing feeling. Both Nick and Ted were working on Tammy's tits while I tongued her pussy. She rewarded each of them by taking one cock in each hand and pumping them with the same rhythm that I was using to tongue her. They both moved closer to her face and she alternated sucking one cock while stroking the other. I heard her scream at the same time I felt my face covered in her cum. I lapped up every drop driving my tongue deep inside of her. When I was done I went to Nick and kissed him hard so he could taste Tammy on me, then I did the same to Ted. Both men were hard and ready. I was now on all fours so Ted got behind me and slipped his cock into my wet pussy. I told Nick to get in front of me so I could suck on his cock. He was already hard as steel and was pumping my face fast. We were getting a rhythm going when I felt a tongue on my clit. Tammy sent me over the edge as she continued to work on my clit and would tongue Ted as he pulled out of me. I came with a force I had never experienced before. Ted was not ready to come yet, so we all switched places. Nick finally got the chance to get into Tammy's pussy and Ted went to work fucking her mouth. I never knew watching my husband fuck another woman would be so exciting. I got behind Nick and worked on his ass and balls again. The faster I worked on him, the harder and faster he fucked Tammy and the faster she sucked Ted. Ted was about ready to come and I told him I wanted him to come in my pussy. He flipped me onto my back and fucked me as fast as he could, squirting his load into me. He collapsed onto me and we continued to watch Nick and Tammy. I could see the look on Nick's face that indicated he was about to come. He unloaded into Tammy with a great intensity. I could tell he loved being in her pussy. We lay on the bed for a while just touching each other, licking, stroking wherever we wanted. I knew there was one thing Nick hadn't done but that he loves and I hoped Tammy was up for it. I reached for Nick's cock and stroked him until I felt him getting hard again. I proceeded to lick down his body until I reached his cock again and started to work on him. He began to thrust into my mouth and I knew he was ready to go. I asked him if he was ready to fuck some ass. I could see the excitement in his eyes. Ted asked if Tammy was going to be part of this. I said I hoped that she would be. Ted then told us that Tammy had never done anal before but he really wanted to see it happen. I could see that she was apprehensive so I told Nick that she might need some encouragement. Nick headed down to her pussy. This got me excited because I know how good Nick is at eating pussy. He can make me come in no time. Ted started to work on my pussy to make sure I was good and wet. His tongue flicked over my clit and got me ready to go. I could see by Tammy's face that she was thoroughly enjoying what Nick was doing. Her hips began to buck and she ground into his face and covered him with her juices. Nick asked me if I was ready. I got on all fours and put my ass high in the air for him. He stroked my pussy and feeling that I was good and wet, took those juices to begin to lube up my ass. His fingers slowly slid into my asshole to open me up for his cock. When I began to push back onto his fingers, he knew I was ready. His cock replaced his fingers and he slowly began to push into me. As I could feel him going deeper in, I pushed back onto him to drive him in deeper. He slowly stroked in and out of me. I could see Tammy and Ted watching us and Ted was working on Tammy's pussy. I told him I needed to suck his cock and he was quickly in my mouth. He continued to finger Tammy's pussy as I sucked him off. Tammy then said she was ready to try. She got in the same position as me and Nick began the same treatment on her. She let out little whimpers as Nick placed first one finger and then a second into her ass. Slowly she eased back and settled on his fingers. Ted was talking to her and telling her how hot it was that he could watch this. When she decided she was ready, Nick entered her very slowly and gave her time to adjust to the feeling of his cock in her ass. As he went deeper she became even more wild and was soon riding his cock as if she had done this many times. Ted stared at his wife while I sucked his cock. I told Nick that he needed to take care of both of our asses. He was happy to have two women willing to let him fuck them up the ass. The look of sheer pleasure on his face made me even more excited. As he drove into my ass Ted moved over to Tammy's mouth and she sucked him while Nick fucked me. Nick would fuck each of us for a little bit, then switch over. Ted got sucked by whichever woman wasn't being fucked. Nick told Ted that it was time for him to experience his wife's ass for the first time. Ted didn't need to be asked twice. He quickly positioned himself behind her and dove in. Nick went back to work on my ass so both were furiously fucking their wives. It wasn't much longer before they came, almost simultaneously. Nick shot his load in my ass, while Ted pulled out and shot it all over Tammy's ass. We collapsed into a heap, exhausted by everyone completely pleased. After Ted and Tammy left our room the next morning we never saw them again. After the warm welcome we received, I'm sure we'll be going back to Sin City soon. Welcome to St. George Sara and I were sitting by a boarding gate at Miami International, waiting for our flight to St. George. We traveled between the States and St. George a great deal and had become friendly with many of the flight crews who worked this run. However, the flight attendant who picked up the PA microphone this morning was new to us. She was a pert blonde with a wide smile and what looked like what was probably a good body. I nudged Sara. Nodding towards the flight attendant, I asked "Do we know her?" "No," Sara replied, "she must be new." "Huh," I said. "We don't see much change in the crews who work this flight." "Maybe someone's sick or quit," Sara speculated. Looking around, I noticed that the gate area had become reasonably crowded. We had about 45 minutes until scheduled departure. It looked like we'd have a pretty full flight. The people whom I took to be our fellow passengers were a pretty usual cross-section. There were, perhaps, more young couples than on a flight elsewhere. There was a sprinkling of older people and several whole families. In the corner by the window looking out onto the tarmac was a group of girls whom I guessed to be college students. Off on a Spring Break trip I assumed. Indeed, I assumed that most of the passengers were off on vacation. Sara and I were returning to what had become our primary home. Just then, the new flight attendant was joined by a brunette whom I recognized, Joyce. The blonde picked up a typed sheet and started to read the pre-boarding announcement that was a staple of a flight to St. George. Although I had heard it a great many times, I still found it enjoyable. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Flight 2745 to the island of St. George. We will begin boarding in a few moments. First, we need to alert you to some special rules which apply to this flight. By the Act of the National Assembly of 17 January 2012, every person entering the nation of St. George must be nude. Nude is defined as the face, torso, limbs, breasts, buttocks, and genitalia being uncovered and completely visible. Footwear which leaves most of the top of the foot exposed is permitted. Persons who are not nude when they present at St. George customs and immigration will be denied admission and must leave the country within 12 hours. There are no exceptions." With this last sentence, the flight attendant's smile grew a bit wider and I thought that I saw a glint in her eye. She continued, "You should also be aware that, by the Act of the National Assembly of 22 March 2014, the wearing of any clothing is prohibited at all times and all places in St. George. Waivers will be granted for demonstrated reasons of health or safety. Application for waiver must be made in person at the Ministry of Internal Affairs located in Chamberlain, St. George." "Caribbean Airlines has no obligation to provide return transportation for, or to reimburse any expenses of, persons denied admission to St. George by reason of their failure to comply with the Acts of 17 January 2012 and 22 March 2014. Therefore, if anyone scheduled on our flight today is unwilling or unable to comply with these laws of the nation of St. George, we ask that you please see the agent at the desk in the center of this concourse immediately. The agent will be happy to make other arrangements for you. You are entitled to a full refund of your fare if you can demonstrate to the agent that you were unaware of these laws of St. George at the time you booked your ticket." The flight attendant stopped reading from her sheet and looked around to see if anyone was leaving the gate to get off of our flight. After a couple of minutes, she keyed the microphone again. "Good. I see that everyone is still planning to go to St. George. We will start boarding any passengers needing special assistance in a moment. I want to welcome you all on Flight 2745 to the island of St. George. We look forward to seeing more of you, and you seeing more of us, when we get to St. George." The blonde and Joyce were smiling as the blonde placed the microphone back on the podium. The two flight attendants turned and walked down the jet way towards the plane. A gate agent replaced them at the podium and started the boarding announcements. A lady sitting on my opposite side from Sara asked, "Why do they bring the flight attendants out for that announcement? Why can't the gate agent make it?" I volunteered that "I think that the airline thinks it is better PR if that particular announcement is made by one of their employees who is going to St. George and will, him or herself, have to comply with the nudity laws." Boarding happened a bit more quickly than a normal flight. Few people had huge carry-on bags that had to be forced into the overhead bins. To my pleasant surprise, we were airborne more quickly than was typical going out of Miami. The flight to St. George took about two hours. The first hour and a quarter were much like any flight anywhere. The seatbelt light finally went off and several passengers got up to squeeze by the flight attendants with their drinks and snacks carts in the aisles. Sara dozed. I read the copy of The Economist I had bought at the airport. About 45 minutes out from St. George things changed. Unless one was paying careful attention or was familiar with this flight, passengers probably did not notice that the flight attendants, five ladies and one man, had not been visible in the cabin for the last few minutes. What you could not fail to notice was the chief of the cabin crew, Jane, a friend of ours, walking up the aisle from the rear of the plane to First Class. You couldn't fail to notice because Jane was naked except for her shoes. Jane is also a very attractive lady, naked or clothed. I swore, and kidded her, that she had a more pronounced swing in her hips when she walked through the plane naked. Behind Jane, the rest of the cabin crew was making a first pass to gather cups and cans. They were all naked too. Jane got on the plane's PA system. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are approximately 40 minutes from landing in St. George. Just a reminder that St. George law requires everyone to be naked to be admitted into the country. Caribbean Airlines suggests that, like the crew, you undress before we land. It is much easier to undress here on the plane than in the arrivals area at St. George airport. If you need a bag for your clothing, just press your flight attendant call button. We will be happy to provide you with a complimentary bag." Sara and I were, of course, familiar with the St. George nudity laws. In fact, we had been involved in the campaign to get them passed. We never wore much for a flight into St. George. Sara had worn a light sundress with nothing underneath, and she had quietly slipped that off once we were in the air. I had worn an old Northwestern t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts that I had slipped off shortly after Sara disrobed. The nervous laughter and comments led me to think that we had more than a few first-timers on the flight. Just then, the new blonde flight attendant leaned into our seats, her bare breasts pointed towards Sara's bare lap. "May I take your cups? You have something to put your clothes in?" We handed her our cups and assured her that we didn't need a clothes bag. The flight attendant straightened. My speculation had been correct; she did have a very good body. "Are you new on this run?" I asked. The flight attendant smiled. "Yes, this is my first flight to St. George." Sara interjected, "We live there now. Enjoy your stay on our island." The PA spoke again. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain. We hope that you have enjoyed Flight 2745. We will be landing on the island of St. George in a few minutes. Would the flight attendants please prepare the cabin for landing." I had not seen the pilot on boarding. The voice on the PA told me that our friend Elaine was in command today. Elaine was one of the two pilots who had captained most of the flights into St. George since the nudity laws passed. Another little quirk of St. George law was that every flight crew coming into the island had to be given a 24 hour layover. Elaine had gotten into the habit of using some of her layover sunning on the beach just south of our house, which is how we had met her. Since we had become friends, Elaine had several times stayed in one of our guest rooms. Since I knew that she was also friends with the manager of the hotel which the airline used on St. George, I suspected that she had a hotel receipt for the nights she had stayed with us and got reimbursed, but I never asked. Elaine was good people. Watching the flight attendants "prepare the cabin for landing," I marveled a bit at how the St. George flight always had a physically attractive crew. I had been told that the airlines had stopped hiring based on looks decades ago. Yet, the people who worked this flight were always physically beautiful. Even Elaine was a very attractive woman. Perhaps it was self-selection and only beautiful people were willing to work a flight on which they would have to go naked. Once we were at the gate and the cabin door had been opened, there was the usual line in the aisle to leave the plane. Looking over the passengers, I saw that everyone had, indeed, stripped down, including a few families that were on the flight. We were in no hurry to disembark because we wanted to say hello to Joyce and Elaine when they came off of the plane. We were about the last passengers off, with our small bags, and we dawdled just outside customs and immigration. Finally, Joyce came off of the plane walking bare, tall, and proud with her small travel bag on one shoulder. Walking with her was the new flight attendant. Sara waved to get Joyce's attention (not that St. George's terminal is large enough that she would be likely to miss us). Joyce came over and gave each of Sara and me a warm, bare hug. After a few seconds of "How have you been," Joyce beckoned the other flight attendant to join us. "Sara, Harry, I'd like you to meet Kelly." The lovely naked blonde stepped forward and we shook hands. "Kelly, are you on the St. George flight permanently?" Sara asked. "Yes. I've had my bid in for this flight almost since the beginning of my time with Caribbean. There is quite a waiting list to crew these flights. I'm so happy that I finally got it," Kelly responded. "Really?" I asked. "Why did you want this flight?" "Are you kidding? Getting to work about half of a flight naked and every other day I get to spend a day someplace where it's illegal to wear any clothes, who wouldn't want that job?" Kelly responded enthusiastically. Joyce chimed in, "It drives the union nuts because they claim that it is sexist to make us strip and that St. George needs to create an exemption for flight crews. But, pretty much everyone at our company wants to work these flights. No one gives up one of these assignments. I sure wouldn't." Just then we saw Elaine coming off the plane accompanied by her co-pilot Ed. Elaine came up and gave Sara and me each a hug too. "What were you two doing up in the States?" she asked. Sara explained that we occasionally went back to tend to business interests. Then she asked Elaine, "Are you coming to the beach?" Elaine nodded. "As soon as I dump my bag at the hotel." "Can we get you to stop for dinner?" Sara asked. "Sure. That would be great," Elaine agreed. I turned to the others. "Kelly, Joyce, Ed, do you want to visit the beach on the southwest side where we live and then come over for dinner?" Ed declined. However, Joyce said, "Sure. That will be a great way to introduce Kelly to St. George." Kelly nodded her acquiescence. "Give us about an hour," Joyce added. The six of us walked towards customs and immigration. The "border" was staffed by two men and two ladies, naked except for their official caps. Since Sara and I lived on the island, re-entry was a simple procedure. The other four had to show their passports. Since the customs staff didn't recognize Kelly, they made a cursory inspection of her bag. Waiting briefly for Kelly to finish with customs, Joyce quipped, "I should have suggested a body cavity inspection just to jerk her chain." Sara replied, "Those are really more fun when you are one of the first off the plane and everyone is lined up behind you watching. There's no one around now." Kelly left customs and rejoined us. Sara fished in her bag and pulled out a tube of sunscreen. "Kelly, you are only a degree or two off of the equator here. The sun is intense and you are kind of pale. You'll burn terribly before you reach your hotel if you don't have sunscreen." Smiling, Kelly pulled a tube from her bag and began spreading the sunscreen over herself. "Don't forget the places that are usually covered," Sara instructed. "Get it in your crack and all around your pussy." Kelly dutifully covered all of her body that she could reach with her sunscreen. Then she turned to me, held out the tube, and asked "Do my back?" Being a gentleman, I couldn't refuse. I spread the sunscreen over her shoulders and her upper back and worked it in as though I was giving a massage. Initially, I stopped at Kelly's waist. Turning her head, Kelly said, "I think that I forgot my butt. Would you?" Gladly, as Kelly had a very beautiful ass. I put sunscreen on each of her cheeks and worked it in carefully. Finally, pulling myself away, I stood back. Kelly reached behind herself with both hands and spread her cheeks. "Sara said that I need sunscreen here too." I resumed, spreading sunscreen as far in between her cheeks as I thought necessary. I couldn't resist lightly fingering her rosebud a time or two, though. When I finished, Kelly turn around to face me. Smiling, she said "thank you" and then gave me a peck on the cheek. Ed had already gone on. We said temporary goodbyes to Elaine, Joyce, and Kelly as they set off on the short walk to the hotel the airline used. Sara and I flagged one of the cabs marked "All Island." Internal combustion engines had been banned from St. George. Bicycles were the common means of transportation, including special bikes with passenger benches that served as cabs. Most were dual and pedaled by two cabbies, usually one man and one woman. However, because the interior of the island was hilly, if not borderline mountainous, some cabs had a battery-powered motor to assist the cabbies. These were the "All Island" cabs. Needless to say, St. George cabbies were all very fit young men and women. We had our cabbies stop at a market on the outskirts of Chamberlain so we could get food to serve at dinner that night. After leaving the market, we skirted around the perimeter of the island for almost 40 minutes until the cab dropped us at home. After putting our purchases in the refrigerator (the island has very reliable power, generated largely from a farm of solar cells and wind turbines at the island's highest point), we opened up the house. Privacy isn't much of a concern on St. George and there is virtually no crime. Consequently, we were able to design our house with moveable panels for walls. That enabled us to open virtually the entire house to the outside. As we were only a few meters from the beach, there were reliable breezes that eliminated any need for air conditioning. Our house was on a small cove, and we had our "own" beach (all beaches to mean high tide are actually public property). However, just around the point was "Southwest Beach," one of the more popular beaches on St. George. About 20 minutes later, another cab dropped Elaine, Joyce, and Kelly in front of our house. They each carried a large towel and Joyce had a beach bag in which I could see the tops of a couple of bottles of wine. Sara and I loaded more drinks into a cooler and gathered our towels. The five of us walked down to the beach and around the point. It was early afternoon on a weekday, so Southwest Beach wasn't crowded. There were about 35-40 people on the beach. Southwest Beach was not one of the designated "family beaches" on the island, so the crowd was all adult. We spread our towels and sat down. Joyce pulled a bottle of wine from her bag along with an opener. After opening the bottle, she distributed the wine into five paper cups and passed them out. After a few moments, Kelly said, "I think that it's a great idea, but why is it illegal to wear any clothes on St. George?" Sara nodded at me to answer. "Well, I'll have to give you a short lesson in island history. It starts with the fact that, in the 1960s, St. George was very inexpensive and became very popular with what I guess you'd call 'hippies' or 'flower children' from the US and Canada. Some of them never left. That was, of course, the era of the 'sexual revolution' and the island acquired a pretty relaxed attitude. After independence, the island was looking for some way to develop an economy. We don't really make or grow much here, so tourism was the obvious choice. However, the challenge was to differentiate St. George from all of the other resort islands in the Caribbean." I sipped some wine and then resumed. "No one here really cares about nudity, so the first thing done was to create several officially permitted nude beaches. That brought a few people, but didn't do much to make St. George a more desirable destination than, say, Jamaica or St. Martin. About ten years ago, it was thought that we'd boost tourism if we let people go nude everywhere on the island. That worked, but we also got a lot of 'gawkers' who came just to see naked bodies and stayed clothed themselves. That was a real deterrent to a lot of people who wanted to enjoy St. George in the nude. Finally, a few of us, Sara and I were involved, began pushing to make nudity mandatory. Our idea was that visitors would be more at ease going nude if everyone else was nude too. Surprisingly, the idea got a lot of support from the full-time residents and became law about six years ago." "What happens if someone is wearing clothes without a permit?" Kelly asked. Sara responded, "Well, if you did that as a tourist, the police would take you to the station. You'd be stripped naked and your face and genitals would be photographed. Those photos go on the government's website and never come down. Then, you'd be fined about $ 2,000 and put in a boat to St. Kitts immediately." "What if you live here?" Kelly asked. "I'm not sure because it has never happened," Sara answered. "Everyone who lives here is perfectly happy to stay naked." I looked at Joyce and asked her, "Did you show Kelly the Garden?" Joyce just smiled. "What Garden?" Kelly asked. I nodded at Sara. Sara explained, "In colonial days, a huge, very lovely park was built in the center of Chamberlain. Even when nudity was just optional, it became understood that anyone in the park was looking for sex. It splits so that the northern half is hetero and the southern half is gay/lesbian. You can certainly decline if you're in the Garden and someone asks you to have sex, but people don't go to the Garden if they're just interested in looking at flowers. The other thing is that no one hides behind the bushes. Sex in the Garden is very open and anyone is welcome to watch." Kelly seemed a bit shocked, "Really?" "Yes," Sara continued. "Like Harry was saying, it's probably a holdover from the Sixties, but folks on St. George don't consider sex something to be done in private. We also don't place a lot of importance on monogamy. You can certainly enjoy sex with many people besides the person you love." Kelly was obviously trying to get her mind around the freedom of the Garden. Sara added, "The Garden is really a great place. Harry and I go there often, sometime together, sometimes individually." Welcome to St. George I told Sara, "Tell her about the amphitheater." Sara smiled. "Part of the Garden is a natural amphitheater. So the Government built a small stage with a roof over it and built benches into the hillside. There are arts performances there, but on Tuesday nights it is traditional for people to have sex on the stage. It may be a couple, a gay or lesbian couple, a group, or just one person masturbating. It's kind of a sexual 'open-mike' night. It draws a good crowd usually." Joyce and Elaine already knew all of this. All Kelly could say was "Wow." Sara went on. "Harry and I go there a lot. Several of our friends from around the island usually come. It's great to see them and talk to then knowing that they'll be watching you fuck in a few minutes and, of course, we get to watch many of them fuck too. But, the real fun is being watched. I promise you that you will never have an orgasm as intense as one you have when you know a large group of people are watching you come." Kelly asked, "Is sex open everywhere on the island?" Sara replied, "No. There are several designated 'family' beaches, mainly on the east side of the island, where sex is absolutely prohibited on the beach. Apart from the Garden, there is no public sex in Chamberlain. Generally, you will not see sex on the beaches. Now, a sort of a convention has developed at many beaches, like this one, that people who want to have sex go back into the dunes." Sara giggled. "Of course, it is also accepted that, if you see a couple going back into the dunes, anyone else who wants to is welcome to go back and watch." Thinking that Sara was exaggerating the public sex on the island a bit, I interjected, "There really isn't sex on plain view outside of the Garden. The Government has tried to encourage family tourism on the island, and it seems to be working." "Really?" Kelly said with some surprise. "Yes," Sara said. "I've forgotten the number, but the Government claims that many thousand families with children visit the island each year. We actually met and have become good friends with one of them." Kelly laughed, still somewhat disbelieving, I think. "How did that happen?" Sara gave a summary of the story. "It was five years ago. Harry and I were on a flight back from the States. Harry likes to have an aisle seat and, as we were on the three seat side of the plane, I took the middle seat. There was a girl about 16 who had the window seat. We quickly figured out that the three people in the row in front of us were her parents and her brother. I think that the brother was about 14 then. We got talking to them. It turned out that none of them had gone nude publicly, or with each other, before. The parents, Bill and Sue, thought that it would be interesting to try and persuaded their kids, Sally and Jeff, to come along." I picked up the story. "It was fairly obvious that the parents were looking forward to an adventure. The kids, on the other hand, seemed to have great trepidation. I give them credit for trying it because their parents really did give them the option not to take the trip." Sara resumed, "It was interesting when the cabin crew made the announcement about stripping down before landing. Bill and Sue kind of took a deep breath and stripped right off. It was obviously the moment which Sally and Jeff had been dreading. I'll give them credit though, they did get naked. I think that was the first time Sally and Jeff had seen each other, or their parents, nude." "Any way," I picked up, "we ran into them the next day and invited them down to this beach. By their second day on the island, when they came here, all four of them were having a great time and loved being nude. They have come back as a family at least once every year since that first trip. We've gotten together with them each time they come to St. George." Sara added, "When Sally started college, they started coming down on her Christmas break. Of course, Jeff is in college now too so they scheduled their trip to fit with both kids' breaks. Actually, they're staying with us this year." Realizing that we were not pulling her leg, Kelly said, "That is so cool." I glanced towards the southern end of the beach. There were a couple of huts that sold short order food and drinks there and, just behind, an area for parking bikes. I saw a group of girls get off of their bikes and walk onto the beach. They looked like the group of college girls who had been on our flight that morning. Just then, two couples of twenty-somethings walked up to us. One of the guys was holding a volleyball (there was a volleyball net erected on the north end of the beach). "You guys want to play?" one of the girls asked. "We could use a few more." Elaine wasn't interested, but Joyce, Kelly, Sara, and I agreed to play. One of the two couples went to each side of the net. Joyce and Sara joined one couple while Kelly and I joined the other. We played five games. The two couples who invited us were significantly better players than Sara and I. Kelly was also a very good volleyball player. "I played varsity in high school," Kelly told me between games. After five games in the afternoon sun, we were all very hot and very sweaty. Everyone dashed into the ocean to cool off. I surfaced several yards out where the water was just below my chest. Kelly surfaced next to me. With her blonde hair washed back, she looked stunning. "This is great," Kelly said. "I've played beach volleyball a bunch of times and always got sand in my bikini. Not this time!" Kelly smiled broadly. Once we came out of the water, it was late afternoon. The five of us packed up our beach gear and went back to our house for drinks. After a drink, Sara and I got working on dinner. We had a convivial dinner. Most of the dinner conversation was just small talk. Then Kelly broke in. "Guys, this is all a bit new to me. Yes, I know that I bid to work the St. George flight because I thought that it would be fun to get naked some. What I didn't realize is how much fun it is. I mean, I like a naked guy. I've enjoyed looking at Harry's dick all afternoon and I enjoyed looking at the guys we were playing volleyball with. But, I think I enjoy it more knowing that everyone is seeing me, my cunt, my asshole, and my tits. Am I weird?" "No dear," Elaine responded. "It is naturally stimulating to be seen naked." "What she's really saying, "Joyce interjected, "is that you are an exhibitionist. We all are. We all get pleasure from being seen naked. I love it that I can walk down the aisle in the plane and my bush (Joyce's bush is very neatly trimmed) is level with everyone's faces. Now, you need to take the next step and get fucked with people watching. Like Sara said this afternoon, it will be the most powerful orgasm you'll ever have. Especially that first time." Kelly sat thoughtful for a moment. "You know, when I got on the plane this morning in Miami I knew that I was going to take all of my clothes off in front of other people. That actually excited me. But, the idea of sex in front of other people, well, no way. But now, the idea does sound enticing." It was starting to get dark. Joyce said, "We'll leave that for another time. We'd best get back to the hotel. Harry, where is your phone? I'll call a cab." "Foof, " Sara exclaimed. "Harry and I bought a passenger bike. We can take you back." I hauled the bike out of the garage. Kelly, Joyce, and Elaine climbed into the passenger carriage. Sara and I mounted the parallel seats and started peddling. It was about 40 minutes back to the ladies' hotel. However, because we took the relatively flat route near the beach, it was not particularly strenuous for Sara and me. It was dark as we began peddling back to our house. Given the island's tropical climate, it was perfectly comfortable to be nude on St. George any time night or day. On the road just past our home, we saw two figures walking along the road. People walking the roads at night were not common on this part of the island, so we peddled on to see who it was. The figures turned out to be Gretchen and Beth, an older lesbian couple who lived part way up a hill on the inland side of our road about a quarter mile from our house. We stopped. Gretchen and Beth greeted us warmly. We caught up on what had happened in the neighborhood while we were in the states. The biggest news came from Beth. "That house way up the hill just south of your place sold. The word is that some very rich guy from New York bought it for a ridiculous price. He's supposedly never been here. Joe at Bare Pleasure Realty said that the guy bought the house so that his college age daughter would have someplace 'safe' to go on her breaks." Beth shook her head at the extravagance of the very wealthy. Sara asked, "What are you guys doing out?" Gretchen responded, "We got an urge to go down on the beach and make love. No one should be there after dark. You guys want to come along?" We agreed and rolled our dual bicycle off of the roadway. It was a lovely night as we walked onto the sand. Once we were in the center of the beach, Beth leaned down and began sucking one of Gretchen's nipples. Gretchen spread her legs so that Beth could start fingering her too. While it may not sound that exciting, standing there naked with Sara watching the two older naked ladies start on each other was quite exciting. From her nipples, I could see that Sara was getting turned on too. Soon, Gretchen was on her back on the sand. Beth was on her elbows and knees over Gretchen. Gretchen's face was buried in Beth's cunt as was Beth's face in Gretchen's. That was too much. I was swiftly on my back on the sand. Sara straddled me and then settled down on top of me, taking my dick inside her. The sensations that Sara and I were giving each other were intense, and were augmented by the sounds of Gretchen's and Beth's sex right next to us. At one point, I vaguely thought I heard voices, but I really didn't care. Sara and I had been together long enough that we could synch with each other. We came more or less simultaneously. As Sara breathlessly collapsed into my arms, we heard applause. Sara sat up, startled. I was still inside of Sara, but, looking around, I saw Gretchen and Beth, and six much younger women. Sara got off of me and I stood up, still semi-hard. With a chuckle, Beth said "Harry, Sara, you do know how to make a first impression. These girls are from the house on the hill that I was telling you sold." One of the girls, with a splendid ripe body, stepped forward and extended her hand. "Hi. I'm Joanne. My dad recently bought the house on the hill over there." She pointed towards the inland hills. "These are my friends. We're on break from ____ (she named a prestigious school on the US East Coast that was very difficult to get into). We've never done it before, but, since the house was free, we thought it would be interesting to spend a whole week naked." Sara and I introduced ourselves and explained that we lived just around the point that formed the north end of the beach. I was a little embarrassed because my erection was not going down. It also dawned on me that these were the girls on our flight down. "So, how do you like being naked all of the time?" Sara asked the girls. A taller girl with large breasts answered, "Being naked is wonderful. We haven't been here a full day yet, but what we're finding so far is that there aren't that many guys our age here and the ones who are here think that, just because you're naked, you automatically want to be fucked by any bare dick you see." Another girl, whom I took to be blonde in the dim light, said, "Its really kind of fun being looked at, and I'm starting to enjoy bending over and giving people the full cunt and asshole view, but I'd at least like the guys to act like they think that there is more to me than that." Sara put her arm around my waist. "I can promise you," Sara said, "there are men on St. George who appreciate both your naked beauty and your mind." Sara leaned up and kissed me. I still wasn't sure how to play this situation. Sara took it out of my hands. "Since we're neighbors, why don't you come over for breakfast in the morning?" Sara said to the six girls. They giggled, but accepted Sara's invitation. We chatted a few more minutes. Beth and Gretchen walked off first, then the six girls. Sara and I went back to our dual bike and peddled the short distance back home. Once the bike was garaged, we began opening the walls. When we were finished, our bedroom was open from floor to ceiling on both the beach and road sides to allow the breeze to blow through. It had been a long, but pleasant, day. Sara and I soon went to bed. I tend to sleep on my stomach. A byproduct of that is that I am grinding my dick into the mattress and usually have a hard-on. Sara's way of addressing that, which she used that night, is to guide me into her. Then we go back to sleep united. That is how we still were when we awoke the following morning. Except, our six new college age friends were standing around us. With the walls slid back, they could see us in bed from the road and had only to walk over. A truly stunning natural redhead, whom I learned later was named Stacy, said, "You guys and fuck in full view of the road and the beach? That is great! I like it." Sara and I got out of bed. I said to the girls, "Excuse us for a moment while we shower." Sara and I stepped out of our bedroom to the outdoor open-air shower in the yard. I washed Sara off and then she washed me. Our new friends had followed us and watched our shower. As Sara and I were toweling off, Joanne said, "You have my Dad's place beat with this outdoor shower. Do you mind if I come down here to shower? I feel that, if I'm naked all the time anyway, I ought to be able to enjoy an outdoor shower." I wasn't quite sure how to answer a very beautiful girl who looked about 20 asking to use our outdoor shower. Once again, my Sara took the lead." "Certainly, any of you are welcome to use the shower whenever you wish so long as you don't mind if Harry or I join you." That was acceptable to the girls. The eight of us went back inside. I made fresh mango juice while Sara assembled a large plate of sliced meats, cheeses, and fruits for breakfast. Over breakfast, the girls questioned us about St. George and the mandatory nudity rule, much as Kelly had the day before. They also asked how we had migrated to St. George and how we liked living in the nude. "I love it," Sara said. "I can go months without wearing a stitch and that's great." Another girl asked, "You don't mind being seen naked?" Sara responded, "Well, you've been naked since before you got off of the plane yesterday. A lot of people have seen all of you. Do you mind?" "No, but it's a novelty for me, a bit of taboo breaking," the girl responded. "Does the thrill wear off?" "You get used to being nude all of the time," Sara said, "but, you know when someone is looking closely at you and that thrill never wears off." Stacy said, "Well you two look very fit and good with your all-over tans." Sara replied, "All six of you are very beautiful women. Don't you agree Harry?" I did and said so. In full light, I realized that my initial impression from the day before was correct. These were very beautiful young ladies. Sara and I turned the questioning around, trying to learn a bit of our new friends' backgrounds. They were all American. All of them came from well-off to wealthy families. Joanne was studying architecture (Sara's background). Two were in chemical engineering. One was studying physics. One was studying chemistry. "And I'm the odd girl out," Stacy said. "I'm a dual major in dance and political science. I love dance, but I know that I'm not good enough to be a featured dancer with one of the renowned companies. My tits are too big. So I'm planning on law school." Sara shot me a look. In a prior life, I had been a lawyer. A fairly good one. Sara immediately told Stacy that. "Oh, can we get together and talk?" Stacy asked me. What do you say when a very beautiful 20 year-old girl who is completely naked asks to get together with you? I said "certainly." Sara said, "I've got classes most of tomorrow" (Sara had been a swimmer in college and taught swim and swimming fitness classes for children and adults at the municipal pool in Chamberlain). "Harry, why don't you take Stacy, and anyone else who wants to go, out on the boat?" We kept a decent sized sailboat at the marina in Chamberlain. Stacy said, "That would be great. While my Dad was alive, I used to sail with him on San Francisco Bay several times a year. May I go sailing with you Harry?" "Sure," I said. "Although, if you can handle the Bay, you're probably a much better sailor than me. The waters around St. George are usually pretty placid. Anyone else want to go sailing?" The other four girls demurred. "I get seasick" one said. Another added, "I want to go shopping. I've never gone shopping naked." Joanne asked, "Sara, could I go with you to your classes? I swam in high school. Maybe I can help out." Sara gave Joanne an appraising look, which Joanne gave right back. I thought that both of them liked what they saw. Sara answered, "Of course. That would be wonderful." After a time, the girls moved on to the beach. Sara and I had things to do around the house. There was also a phone call with Kelly and Joyce before they got to work on their return flight to Miami. During Sara's part of the call, I heard her saying something about taking Kelly to the amphitheater in the Garden next Tuesday. That night, before we went to sleep, Sara looked me in the eye. "Harry, when you take Stacy out on the boat tomorrow, please fuck her. I know she'll enjoy that." Sara and I have a somewhat open relationship. There is no doubt in either of our minds that we love each other very much. However, neither of us believes that love should be a barrier to either of us enjoying life as much as possible. Sex with other partners in allowed and even encouraged. Our only rule is that each of us needs to know whom the other is fucking. The other four girls rode into Chamberlain with Sara and Joanne in our dual bicycle carriage. I assume that was a good workout for Sara and Joanne. Stacy and I rode individual bikes to the marina in Chamberlain. It quickly became apparent that Stacy was, in fact, a better sailor than I. With her taking the lead, we had the boat out of the marina swiftly. I took a reach tack towards the northeast. "There is a reef a few miles up. We can anchor off of the reef and snorkel," I explained. That is what we did. My choice of site was validated by an unusually large number of colorful fish swimming around the reef. Snorkeling behind Stacy in the water, I got a good look at her nude form. Stacy was a very beautiful woman with a fantastic figure. Although I could see how her chest, while not disproportionate, might hinder her dance career. After a couple of hours in the water, we went back to the boat for a light lunch. I also broke out some wine. We were sitting on deck, facing each other. Stacy and I talked at length about the pros and cons of law school and lawyering. I explained that the profession was changing drastically and that I didn't think it was as good a thing to do as it had been when I started. Finally, I shifted the conversation away from law. "How did you end up on break on St. George?" I asked. "Joanne's a very good friend. I knew that her Dad, who has shitloads of money, had bought a house in the Caribbean. I was thrilled when Joanne asked us to stay at it with her," Stacy replied. "Of course, I knew about St. George and the mandatory nudity. That was part of the appeal to me. I'm an exhibitionist." Welcome to St. George I raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "Oh yeah. I've already danced four or five roles nude at school. When I was a freshman, the dance department at school staged an experimental dance. There was one dancer who went naked the whole dance. I tried out for that role and got it. It was so cool. We did eight performances and every performance, I ran around naked while everyone else was wearing clothes." Stacy went on, "That created a bit of a stink, especially when people found out that I was only a freshman and I was dancing naked for audiences. So, the school decided no more nude dancers. But, one of my instructors works with a very progressive dance company in town. Thanks to him, I've gotten to dance several other nude roles." "What interested you in dancing naked to start with?" Stacy laughed. "Well, if you think about it, a dancer's medium is his or her body. It never made a lot of sense to me why that medium should be covered up." "But," Stacy went on, "there's more to it. It was really my mom who got me interested in letting other people see me naked. The story I was told was that mom didn't have a lot of money when she was in college. So, she got a job being a nude model for her school's art department. I guess she liked it. I think that she stopped modeling when she married Dad. Dad died of cancer while I was in middle school. I guess Mom was bored and she started modeling again. Mom is still in great shape." "Anyway, when I was a sophomore in high school, I went to one of her modeling gigs with Mom. I watched Mom standing naked in the middle of the room while all these people looked at her very intensely and drew her. I thought Mom was the person who was really having the fun and I thought it would be a great thing to do. As we were driving home that day, I asked Mom if I could model with her. I was really too young to be a nude model, but Mom worked it out somehow so, along with dance class, I started being a nude model with my mother." Then, Stacy turned the focus of the conversation to me. She asked how I'd met Sara and thought that it was funny that I'd been naked and Sara had been dressed the first time we met. I explained how we came to St. George. "So, you have a great tan. How do you feel about everyone seeing you naked?" Stacy asked. "I'm very comfortable with it." "Do you enjoy people seeing your dick?" I laughed. "I guess I do now that you ask." "Spread your legs," Stacy directed. I unfolded myself from the quasi-lotus position I was in and extended both legs. Then I spread the, so that Stacy had an unobstructed view of my dick. Stacy looked at me for several seconds. "May I touch you?" she asked. "Of course." Stacy leaned forward and gently ran her index finger along the top of my shaft and then around where I'd been circumcised as a child. Stacy looked up at my face and smiled. "I've been laid a bunch of times, but I've never really looked at a guy's dick. I like it," she said. Stacy ran her finger along the underside of my head. I was starting to get a bit hard from her touching. "Would you stand up?" Stacy asked. I stood and she sat up onto her knees. My dick was right in Stacy's gorgeous face. She put her hand around my shaft, lifted me up a bit, and kissed the very end of my dick. That, of course, made me harder. Then, Stacy opened her mouth and took my head into it. I could feel her tongue circling around my dickhead. She knew something about giving head. After a few moments, Stacy took me out of her mouth. She looked up into my face. I saw real desire in her face, which made her even more beautiful. "Fuck me, now, bareback, please." Stacy lay back on the deck, spreading her legs. I reached down and fingered her once. Stacy was already very wet, so I lowered myself over her and slowly slid into her beautiful cunt. Stacy was a good lover. Her pelvic muscles were well-developed and she clamped down on me so that I was getting the maximum sensation. After a few seconds, I figured out where her favorite spot was and began thrusting my dick against it. We were going pretty hard when Stacy leaned up slightly and bit my earlobe. She whispered "I don't want this to end." In deference to her wishes, I slowed my pace. We kept each other happy, but not quite at climax for maybe an hour. I know another boat went by while we were at it. Finally, Stacy looked at me and said "Now!" I picked up my pace again and focused on the spot in her cunt that seemed to please her most. Soon, Stacy was moaning, and I was close to coming. Between moans, Stacy gasped "Come. . . in . . . me." I did. Just as I came, Stacy let out a shriek that must have been heard back on St. George. Her whole body convulsed. She did it a second time, and then relaxed. We were both sweaty and breathing hard. I kissed Stacy and started to back out of her. "Don't, please. Let's just stay like this," Stacy said. We lay there, kissing, for quite a while. Finally, Stacy said "ok." I pulled out, stood and helped her up. We both dove over the side to wash off. We swan around a little, then Stacy went over to the ladder I had put over the side for snorkeling. Stacy grasped the sides of the ladder, turned her head back to me, and said "help me up." So, I put one hand on each of her ass cheeks and gave her a boost. Stacy went up the ladder with her legs apart, giving me a wonderful view. Back on deck, we realized that the sun was approaching the horizon. We swiftly took up the ladder and hauled in our anchor. Due largely to Stacy's skill, we made in back to the Chamberlain harbor quickly on a close haul. As we boat the boat alongside the dock, Sara and Joanne were waiting for us smiling. "Did we have fun?" Sara asked. More to Stacy than me, Joanne said, "the other girls took a cab back to the house." Sara asked Stacy and Joanne, "Do you guys want to get an early dinner? There's a place here in Chamberlain run by a friend of ours." The girls said that would be nice, so we took them to the Crayfish Boil, a Cajun restaurant run by a friend. We had a wonderful meal. As we were finishing, Joanne said, "Well, this was something new. I've never had a meal in a restaurant naked before." Sara asked, "How did you like the experience?" "Its odd," Joanne answered, "but I really think that the meal tasted better because I have no clothes on." "Most things in life are better if you are naked," Sara opined. Then Sara asked, "Hey, are you guys still here next Tuesday?" "Yes, we're here two weeks," Stacy answered. Sara explained a bit about the live sex at the Garden amphitheater. "Would you like to go?" Joanne and Stacy looked at each other. They both smiled. In unison, they said "Definitely!" Walking back from the restaurant to the marina where we'd left the bikes, Joanne asked, "Do cruise ships stop in St. George?" Sara chuckled. "Most of the big lines won't because our mandatory nudity rules mean that most of their passengers won't leave the ship. There are one or two that stop when they are on an alternate itinerary. It is amusing to watch when one comes in. Anybody who wants to get off here has to strip on the ship. You'll nearly all of the passengers standing around watching the gangway to see who among them has gotten naked." We peddled back to our house. Joanne said that she was going to walk back to her father's house. Stacy wanted to talk a bit more. Once Joanne left, Sara asked Stacy "Would you like to stay the night with us?" "I'd like that very much if it is no imposition, "Stacy answered. "None at all, we'll be glad to have you," Sara said. It was fun. Stacy had her first experience being eaten by a woman and eating a woman. Stacy also said that she had never seen a guy jack-off, so I had to give a demonstration. After opening the bedroom up to the air, Sara, Stacy, and I slept together. In bed with two highly intelligent, very beautiful naked ladies is not a bad thing. Stacy stayed with us the rest of the week. As promised, Joanne came down each morning to use our outdoor shower. Sara and I both helped her get clean. Joanne stayed one night with us. She and Sara used one of our guest rooms while Stacy and I slept together. Well, we really didn't sleep that much. Tuesday came sooner than seemed possible. Sara had organized quite a group to go to the amphitheater. In addition to Stacy and Joanne, their four friends came along. We met Joyce and Kelly, who were on their layover, in town. Shortly before 6:00 p.m., the ten of us were walking into the Garden. The area around the main entrance was heterosexual. We saw the usual range of copulation, blow jobs, and the like. I could have been wrong, but it seemed to me that most of the participants were tourists taking advantage of the freedom of St. George. When we walked into the amphitheater, it was almost full. Sara and I saw several friends from around the island. We exchanged greetings and introduced our new friends. On the stage, there was just a table with some padding on the top. To one side was a cart with a lot of towels and two dispensers of disinfectant wipes. There was no MC or announcer, but, on the dot of 6:00 p.m. everyone sat down. After a few minutes, the guy who owned one of the dive shops walked up onto the stage. He already had a hard-on; the product, I think, of his girlfriend's efforts. On stage, he began wordlessly stroking himself until he spurted. Everyone applauded and he went back to his seat. Next up were two gay guys who were also the best carpenters on the island. Bob did his partner Ron in the ass. I'm not much for gay sex, but the girls seemed to be fascinated. The carpenters were followed by an older couple, friends of ours who ran a nice little hotel on the east side of the island. Ken lay down on his back on the table and his wife, Karen, rode him until they both came. I was sitting between Sara and Stacy. As Ken and Karen were finishing, Stacy stood up and grabbed my hand. "What?" I asked. "Come on," Stacy said. "What?" I asked again (slow on the uptake, I admit). "Harry, I want you to fuck me up there on stage," Stacy declared. I glanced at Sara, who gave an approving nod. So, I got up and started walking towards the stage with Stacy. Looking back to our seats, most of Stacy's friends seemed a bit shocked. However, Joanne and Sara were smiling broadly. Behind them, I could see Joyce and Kelly smiling also. I followed Stacy down the steps to the stage. Like some other redheads I'd met, Stacy's skin had a reddish cast. Almost two weeks naked had obliterated her tan lines. Her bare, tan back, ass, and legs looked exquisite. The idea that in a couple of minutes I'd be fucking her in front of a couple hundred people was having its effect. I was getting hard. On stage, Stacy moved me over to the table. I was standing with my ass against the edge of the table. Stacy bent down so that her face was just above my hard dick. Then Stacy looked up at the audience. She nodded her head once, and I could see many people in the audience nodding in response. Stacy gently pushed me back so that I was lying on my back on the table. Stacy got on the table, straddling me. She grasped my dick and guided it into her cunt as she lowered down on me. Then she rose back up so that I was out of her again. Oddly, that motion felt great. Stacy looked out at the audience and shrugged her shoulders. I saw audience members nodding again. Stacy lowered herself back down, again guiding me into her. And then she rode me, almost frantically. Much sooner than I'd have liked I was ready to come. I was trying to hold back. Stacy started telling me, "Let go, let go." I did let go with an ejaculation so forceful that it actually hurt. Stacy leaned forward so that she was now lying on me. Her nipples were hard as stone. Stacy began yelping. Then she had the convulsions I'd experienced with her on the boat. They lasted longer this time. Finally, Stacy's convulsions stopped. She lay on top of me panting for several moments before she whispered in my ear, "That was so hot! I love you." Finally, we stood up and faced the applauding audience. Stacy saw a bead on seaman on the head of my dick. She wiped it off with her finger, and then put her finger in her mouth. Then she kissed me. As we walked, somewhat unsteadily, back to our seats, we met Sara and Joanne heading for the stage. They did an enthusiastic 69, by which time Stacy's and Joanne's college friends were completely shocked. I had just sat down to watch Sara and Joanne when I felt a hand on my back. It was Kelly, sitting behind me. She leaned forward and said into my ear, "next Tuesday, you're doing me up there." Late the next morning, Sara and I took all six girls to the airport for their flight to Miami. We bade a good trip to Joyce and Kelly as they walked, still naked, to board the plane and start their prep. Saying goodbye to Stacy and Joanne affected me more than I had anticipated. Joanne told us, "This was great and you guys are special. Now that Dad has that house, I expect that I'll be here a lot. You also need to meet Dad. He is interesting. He and Mom split up about three years ago. Now he's got a girlfriend who three years older than me. Still, she's pretty cool and Dad's heart is in the right place. I'll see you both again soon." Pointing at my dick, Joanne added, "Next trip, that goes in me." Stacy hugged Sara, and then she hugged me for a long time. We had traded e-mail addresses and phone numbers earlier that morning. All she said was "thank you, thank you very much. I'll be back soon." As we bicycled away from the airport, Sara said, "I think we've found some long-term friends in Stacy and Joanne. We need to get them both here and keep them here Welcome to Stepford, Mr. Anderson My marriage was good. My wife loved me and never had any inclination to cheat on me. She was very good domestically; she cleaned the house and cooked when she had the opportunity. The problem was that last word: opportunity. She was always so busy. Her work kept her till all hours. She would never call home to let me know that she would be running late. Dinners wound up cold. Plans with other couples were cancelled. Family was neglected. Planned intimate liaisons were forgotten. We had no children, which helped to keep matters simple. She was always up for sex, but never did the things that turned me on like she used to do. Gone were the sexy lingerie and blow jobs. Passion was there, but only after I spent hours focusing on her to get her "in the mood." Any time that I asked for the same kind of attention in return, I would be snubbed or little effort would be expended on her part. "I am too tired," she would say, "I am too sore." She was a leader in the field of veterinary medicine. She was making breakthroughs in treatment and surgery. She was so successful and happy doing what she was doing. She was always off at the clinic working on her latest research. The money came in and was spent making a home. I am no slouch as a cook, so I was very happy to have my professional grade kitchen. But a professional grade kitchen is no consolation when you are horny and left alone at home again. For many years I was able to cope with this lack of attention. I found hobbies to occupy my time. These afforded me some social contact and gave me comfort. On rare occasions, I would encounter a woman that shared a passion for my hobby. We would flirt shamelessly for a few days, but I would break it off. I couldn't bring myself to cheat on Christina. The results of my hobbies started to fill the rooms of our home. I became restless, longing for the attention my wife gave her work to be given to me. I found solace on the internet. A poor substitute for the real thing, but it helped me get through the darker, lonelier moments. Then, one day while I was prowling my favorite sites, a banner caught my eye. I clicked on the link on a whim, deciding to see what it was about. The site was for a community name Stepford in Connecticut. The site went on to explain that this community was for the husband who was tired of having his wife neglect him for her work. Their goal, or so their website claimed, was to remove wives from the hustle and bustle of their work to allow them to reconnect with their husband and family. It sounded like just the ticket for Christina and me. Now, I just had to convince my wife to move. It turned out to be even easier than I thought it would be. I did book keeping for my wife's clinic and so I knew exactly what the financial status of the clinic was. I did some research and found that the area around Stepford had a very low overhead for businesses. I spent some time creating a presentation for my wife that was sure to persuade her. That evening when she got home from the office, I took her out for dinner at her favorite restaurant and wined and dined her like I did before we were married. Upon arriving at home, I sat Christina down and gave her my presentation. "Well, Tina, what do you think?" I put myself out on a limb. "It sounds like a wonderful idea, John. We can sell the clinic here to one of my associate vets and move. I suppose a brief sabbatical while they finish my new office will be okay," Christina smiled, "When can we be ready to move in to a new place?" "I thought you might agree with this plan, so I did some research and the place should close next week," I replied. "Well, then, we better start packing!" A sparkle in Christina's eyes let me know she was excited. "They will have a crew out at the end of the week to pack everything and move it down there. They have a guest house we can stay in until the house is settled. The community is very welcoming from their website," I grinned at my wife and her naïveté. This was like taking candy from a baby. So pleased was Christina that night, that she actually reminded me of earlier in our marriage. She wore one of the slinkiest night gowns she owned. Green silk clung deliciously to every curve of her body. Her gorgeous breasts were quivering in anticipation. Her nipples pushed through the fabric and I couldn't resist biting one. An animal moan was my reward. Her hands worked at my belt and zipper, and then my trousers were a pile on the floor at my feet. My cock bobbed out of the gap in my boxers, already stiffening at this sudden change in Christina's attitude. Christina knelt in front of me, brown eyes gazing into mine. Her short brown hair was clipped back out of the way. Her hands reached out and stroked my now rock hard cock. She lowered her head and licked my cock from balls to head, slowly and seductively, the texture of her tongue almost sending me over the edge after so long being absent. Then her head started its back and forth motion. She could only get my dick in so far, before her gag reflex kicked in. So the blowjob was shallow, but Christina hadn't given me head in so long, that this short motion soon had me nearing orgasm. I clamped down my hands on the back of her head, but Christina slapped my hands away. She pulled her head away and my cock felt a cold rush of air. "John! You know I don't do that. Go ahead and finish that one up in the bathroom. That way you will have more stamina for me. I want you to last awhile, so I can have more fun. It balances out." It turns out that she hadn't changed her mind as much as before. She was still narcissistic and still wouldn't let me finish the way I wanted to when she gave me head. After jacking off disappointedly in the bathroom, I walked out into the bedroom to find Christina asleep. I would let her sleep this time. She only had a few more days when she would be this tired. Her new business would hopefully take less time out of her day and allow me to see my wife for more that one hour a day. With thoughts of a happier future in my thoughts I fell asleep. My dreams were filled of my wife and of a life I could actually enjoy. *** The next week we drove out to Stepford. We took our time getting there, enjoying the scenery and the sites. There was still no change in Christina. She was still just as self-centered and aloof. She also spent endless hours on her cell phone talking with one of her associates to finalize the sale of the clinic. I was still left spending hours of foreplay just to have Christina flop on her back and moan, while I did all of the work. By the end of the week, I was feeling very bitter toward my wife. I was in a foul mood when we finally arrived at the gates of Stepford. The guard greeted me genially and gave me directions to the guest house. Driving down the road through the community I felt better. Everyone was smiling and appeared to be very happy. There was no sign of stress or worry. No one was rushing to get anywhere. The lawns and landscapes were perfectly manicured and well maintained. I felt like I was driving through Perfectown, USA. I didn't mind. Christina didn't either, she had always wanted a beautiful lawn and landscape and it was all I heard about on the drive in. Several people waved at us as we drove past. I pulled into the driveway of the guest house and was amazed. It was hardly the small building that I had been expecting. It put the house that Christina and I used to live in to shame. It was palatial. I would have been happy to move in to this house and live. As I entered the house I was greeted by a voice that startled me. "Welcome to Stepford, Mr. Anderson," a pleasant female voice came from my left as a gorgeous woman walked in to the entryway, "My name is Julia Edwards, I am the head of the welcoming committee. On behalf of the citizens of Stepford, I would like to extend to you an invitation to a country fair we are having later this evening. It will be in the center of town, near the big red barn. We hope to see you there. Oh, and you will find a full fridge and kitchen ready for you." "Thank you Mrs. Edwards," I beamed. "It is Miss Edwards. I am not married," Julia said as she slinked out the front door and greeted my wife. "What do you think, Tina, it could be fun to go to the fair?" I tested the waters. "I don't see why not, John. It would give us a chance to meet some of the neighbors," She replied. After cleaning up and dressing in clean clothes, we drove down to the center of town and were greeted by what seemed to be the entire town walking around talking and having a good time. The women were all flawlessly beautiful and friendly. The men were clustered around each other and conversing quietly, which I found odd, but ignored it. Christina seemed to be having a good time talking with the rest of the ladies, so I decided to let her have fun and enjoy the time with them. I sauntered over to where the guys were hanging out and introduced myself. One man seemed to be in charge and made a round of introductions. "What brings you to Stepford, John?" The man, a Tim Hansen, asked. "Well, my wife has spent a lot of time devoting herself to her research in veterinary medicine. Honestly, she has also become really selfish and hardly makes any time or effort for me. I saw your ad on a website and decided it sounded like the perfect place to move. Hopefully, Christina will see that she would rather spend time here at home than spending every waking moment at her new clinic. Everything seems so nice and tidy here," I answered. "Christina won't be spending much time at the clinic anymore. In fact, she won't be spending any time there. Walk with us, John. We will head to the men's club and talk to you more about the joys of living in Stepford," Tim half-whispered, as he turned to walk down a path leading away from the barn. I was a little confused, but I decided to follow Tim and the other men of Stepford. The Men's Club was like a hunting lodge and a sports bar thrown into one building. There were sports on every screen and lots of alcohol, the finest money could buy. I settled down in an overstuffed chair with a pint of Guinness in the great room. Tim sat down in a chair near to mine and the other men clustered around in the other chairs. When everyone had quieted down, Tim leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner and started talking to me. "John, Stepford is not a community like other communities. We are a very structured community. We really don't leave Stepford very frequently, except on rare occasions. We don't work. Our wives don't work. Hear me out, John. The income we generate is from some very smart investing by one of my colleagues who happens to also live in Stepford. Allen over there is really the only one who works at all. And even then, he doesn't work that much. We live a life of absolute luxury. You have all the time in the world to pursue your hobbies. Doesn't that sound fantastic, John?" "It does. But my wife will never be satisfied not working. Her research has been her life for so long. How am I supposed to convince her to stop working?" I inquired. "That is simple. Tell me, did you enjoy meeting Miss Edwards?" Tim asked. "Yes, I did. She was gorgeous. I am amazed that she isn't married," I answered. "Well, she is a robot. That is the simple explanation. Or a robot of sorts. She used to be married, but her husband died shortly after they arrived in Stepford. But back to the robot piece. The secret to Stepford is in the women of Stepford. They are still very much themselves. But they are also changed. Reprogrammed if you will. The women of Stepford have been reprogrammed to be exactly what their husbands want them to be." Tim paused. "So they are brainwashed then?" I asked, still puzzled, but intrigued as well. "In a sense they are. But it goes beyond that too. The women are programmed to behave a certain way, and the men can change that programming however they want. But we also do something far greater. Tell me, John, is there anything about your wife's appearance that you would like to change?" Tim asked again. I was wishing that he would just get on with things, but I decided to humor him. "Yes, there are a number of different things that I would like to change about my wife," I answered annoyed at beating around the bush. "That is the other part that makes Stepford women so special. We have had some breakthroughs scientifically because some members of the Men's Club are fascinated by genetics and genetic engineering and others like nanotechnology. What we have created is a way to change a person's body at the genetic level. The body is changed in such a way that they appear to have been born with a different genetic code. That way there is no awkwardness when body proportions change. Infinitely better than plastic surgery and with no downtime. Julia, can you come here please?" Tim had yelled this last sentence. Julia entered the great room wearing only the skimpiest of lingerie. The sheer fabric of her brassiere allowed me to clearly see the red buds of her nipples protruding. The thong that she wore covered very little of her pubis. As she walked passed me, I couldn't help but reach out and squeeze her firm, round ass. She squealed slightly at this unexpected contact. She recovered her bearings and stood stock still next to Tim. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a palm pilot and handed it to me. "This is the control unit for Julia. Every woman in Stepford has one. There are two main menus to choose from. One is..." Tim went in to a lengthy explanation on how this control unit could change everything about Julia's personality and behavior. It was amazing the breadth that was covered in these menus. Every fetish and turn-on could be added in so that the woman would be responsive. It was like being a puppet master without the strings. That and the puppet still had some freedom of thought and will. You could just override that will. "These changes are less noticeable than the other changes that you can make. The second menu is the physical appearance menu. This is the one that most of the men in Stepford use the most. Go ahead and make Julia look like you want your wife to look like. Just generics are fine. We can save the preferences and use them later for your wife when the time comes. She will obey any commands that you give her," Tim prompted me. "Julia, remove your clothes," I commanded. She responded instantly and without hesitation. I looked at this gorgeous piece of flesh in front of me and realized that I had a blank canvas to work with. I had the opportunity to make the perfect woman for myself. I was overwhelmed by the thought of this and just stared for awhile. I also couldn't help but think about the fact that there were about fifty other guys that were going to know what my dream woman looked like. "Tim, is there any way that I could do this in private?" I sheepishly asked. "Of course, John. Julia, show John the private room," was Tim's reply, "When you are done changing her push the save button and she will remain like that. Oh, and push the green button on the wall when you finish too. I have some more matters to discuss with you." With that, Julia was leading me down a hallway, to a fading chorus of catcalls and whistles from the men of Stepford. We walked for a long time before Julia stopped and opened a door for me. She followed me in and closed the door behind her. I looked around the room and saw that the room was well lit and looked like an artist's studio. There was a comfortable chair for me to sit in and a pedestal that rotated for Julia to stand on. I guess it was more like an auctioneer's block I suppose, but I didn't mind. "Julia, please step onto the pedestal," I demanded. "Yes, Mr. Anderson," she responded. I could get used to that kind of response. She stepped onto the pedestal and into the bright light of the studio. I studied her naked body and thought about what I had always dreamed my wife would look like. I decided to start from the ground up. I had always disliked that Christina's feet were so large. She couldn't wear any shoes that were flirty and sexy at all. So the first order of business was to give her a smaller foot. I watched in amazement as Julia's feet in front of me changed their shape and size to fit what I was looking for. This was excellent. My wife had always had long and luxurious legs, so I left that part alone. Next came the buttocks. There are a variety of differing views on what a woman's derriere should look like. I was a fan of firm and round, the kind that sticks out. Some people would call it a bubble butt; I liked it. I was growing hard as I saw these changes taking place on the gorgeous woman in front of me. Hips were next. I love generous hips. More so when I can see the front two hip bones just barely sticking out. A sign of fitness. Another thing that I programmed in was an overall leanness of body mass. I like lean, it looks sexy. Defined ab muscles, but not chiseled. I like lean, but I don't like ripped. On her back went a dimple on either side of her spine, just above the pelvis. I had seen this before on other women before I was married and concluded there was something decidedly sexy about them, so I thought that my wife should have them as well. Then came one of the hardest parts for me. Breasts have always been a fascination of mine. I liked breast to be firm and yet soft. Too large and I am turned off, too small and I am uninterested. So decided to go for a size that I had always found acceptable: no bigger than I could fit in the grasp of my hands. Symmetry is important too. Nipples I decided to leave alone. I like my wife's nipples, they are perfect size. This brought me to the one part of my wife's body that drove me the craziest: her head. Not the shape, but some of the more defining features. This started with her hair. I hated that her hair was kept short. She liked the short, almost boy cut, style because it kept her hair out of her way when she worked. I loved long hair that could be played with and styled in different seductive ways. So I made her hair really long, it touched just above the dimples in her back. I hated the hair color too. I had always liked the look of Irish women, so the hair I made a bright red. Her eyes had to be a matching emerald green to complete the Irish look. The last change that I made was too her skin. Somehow, despite being too busy to come home and spend time with me, Christina found time to go to a tanning salon and get a "healthy tan." I paled her skin to be a more milky white and gave her adorable freckles everywhere on her body. I sat back and looked at this erotic display of physical perfection before me and smiled. It was the smile of a child that has exactly what they want. I was very happy. It was too bad that I would have to wait to see such perfection from my wife. I then pressed the save button on Julia's control unit and spent a few more minutes taking in the absolute fulfillment of my ideal woman's look. A few minutes later, I started and realized that I had been spacing out. I remembered Tim's request that I push the green button on the wall. I did so and waited. A few minutes later a knock came at the door to the room. "Yes?" I inquired of the knocker. "Tell Julia to put a robe on and then let me in," it was Tim's by now familiar voice. "Julia, please put a robe on," I commanded. She obeyed completely. When she had covered herself, I got up out of the chair and opened the door to admit a grinning Tim. "Did you enjoy that process John?" Tim asked. "Yeah. It was a blast. So what happens now? When do I get to do all of this to my wife?" I was full of questions. "The process has already started," was his mysterious answer. "What do you mean?" Welcome to Stepford, Mr. Anderson "As soon as we left the "fair", the women took your wife down to the Women's club. There they gave her a few drinks. One of them was spiked with a sedative. From there, they took her down to the lab to have some tests run and the process started. The whole process takes about a week. When she wakes up, she will be programmed to look how you like her and with fairly submissive attitude. She will wake up in bed with you and you will get to go from there. By that time the house will be ready for you to live in. The guest house is more for you," came Tim's reply. "So Christina is undergoing the beginnings of this process right now? When she is done I will be able to change her appearance like I did with Julia just now?" "Yes to both of those questions. And so you don't get lonely during the week, you get to have Julia accompany you home. She will be your wife for the week. Oh, and I lied about where she was from. We can't just have the same person welcoming every man that came into Stepford. We have an understanding with the Connecticut women's penal system. This is a life sentence. Once a woman welcomes a man to Stepford, they are made to look the same and unattractive. They become our lawn care specialists, our cooks, and our menial labor. And they do it happily. You will get to keep Julia's control unit as well. That way if you ever feel like a change of pace, you can bring Julia back and have a little fun while your wife is at the women's club. Enjoy your week. And again, welcome to Stepford, Mr. Anderson." *** I walked with Julia to the parking lot of the Men's Club. I realized that I didn't know how to get back to the guest house. Before I could say a word, Julia grabbed my hand and led me to her car. She opened the doors and I climbed in. She started the car and drove like she was on autopilot, which I suppose she was. We arrived at the guest house in a manner of minutes. I took hold of Julia's hand and led her inside. I took her up to the bedroom and had her sit down. I pulled out the control unit and decided to do some personality adjustment. I liked having power and control, so I decided to make Julia very subservient. She would only call me Master. She would have to beg and plead to do anything I did not tell her to and even then she might. I felt like indulging in something that I had never done before either. I put a lot of compliance into this first round of personality. I hit save and began the process. "Julia, are you hungry at all?" I asked of my pseudo-wife. "Yes, Master, I am," She hesitated before continuing, "Master, is there something you would like me to prepare for you?" "I want something light, and I want you to cook naked," my reply. "As you wish, Master," a quiet acknowledgement. Julia proceeded to take off the robe she had put on at the Men's club. It fell in a silken puddle on the floor. She walked, swaying her hips in an exaggerated manner, past me and into the kitchen. The sight of her slinking past me with her breasts bouncing at every step and her hips undulating awoke in me an animal passion. I could not wait for dinner to be finished to take what was mine. Thankfully, Julia had not gotten very far with dinner when I entered the kitchen. I stepped behind Julia and wrapped my arms around hers. She resisted at first, but then gave up all resistance. My hands stroked her hips slowly, possessively. It was pleasant knowing that I had complete control over this perfect woman. "Julia, we will order food in. I don't want to waste your time with cooking. You have better skills that I can make use of at the moment," I told her as I picked her up off of the floor of the kitchen. I carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. I threw Julia onto the bed and watched as she bounced and wriggled. She managed to still herself on the bed after a few moments. She looked at me with a question in her eyes. There was a longing there too. She wanted to please me; to make me happy. I gazed at her lovingly, but stood silently. I knew this would make her anxious; make her think I was mad at her. She couldn't stand when I was mad at her. The silence was having the desired impact. She began to pout. Her arms were crossed enticingly beneath her breasts, lifting them slightly as if in offering. Her lower lip was set out and she looked at me with sad eyes, just on the brink of tears. Her angst was delicious. It finally became too much for Julia to bear. "Master, what did I do wrong? I always have done what you asked of me. Why do you torment me? Please, Master, tell me," I loved hearing her beg. She had crawled down off of the bed while she was talking and now she knelt in front of me with her head bowed. "Julia, you did nothing wrong. I torment you because I love to see you pout. You are beautiful when you pout," I told her, lifting her chin so she could look into my eyes. "Thank you, Master. What can I do for you, Master? What will make you happy?" Julia pleaded. "You tied up. Your ankles tied to your wrists. I trust you know where it will go from there?" I answered with a question of my own. "I do, Master. And I can't wait to be pleasing you this way, Master," Julia was quivering with the anticipation. The sexy Irish maiden that I had made Julia flopped onto her back and brought her ankles up and touched her wrists to them. I fetched the rope out of the closet and walked to the bed. I had been doing research online with bondage. I tied her ankles and wrists together. This way her legs were spread and she couldn't use her hands at all. She was helpless. Her eyes begged me to continue. I wanted this to last as long as it could. I traced my fingertips along her calves. With deliberate strokes, I massaged her upturned thighs. These ministrations brought out a whimper from Julia's mouth. I was rock hard. I continued my feather touches all over her body until I reached her breasts. I grabbed and squeezed her breasts forcefully. Julia tried to squirm and writhe, but she couldn't escape my touch. I lowered my mouth to her rosy nipples. I sucked and bit them with a fervor I had never before displayed. Her whimpers turned to moans of pleasure. I continued my pursuit of her breasts for a few moments longer and then stopped entirely. Julia stopped moaning when my mouth left her nipple. Her breathing turned ragged. Her breasts heaved up and down, with the quiver of her ragged breathing. She wanted more, but only I could give it to her. "Please, Master. I want you now. Don't tease me any more, Master," were the words that came next. I took off my clothes slowly in front of her. I am not in bad shape, a little on the overweight side, but I still have good definition in most of my major muscle groups. Julia groaned her appreciation of my physique. I dropped my boxers and was greeted with a gasp. My cock stood fully erect and throbbing after all the anticipation that had gone into this evening. Six inches and thick. I flexed it a few times for show before I climbed back onto the bed. I took my cock in my hand and aimed it at Julia's waiting pussy. This would be the first time I ever had sex with someone other than my wife. It was an exciting thought. I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit and teased her clit a little, eliciting a scream of pleasure from her mouth. Then I waited for a second on the brink of penetration. I smiled at Julia and she nodded emphatically for me to go ahead. Instead of the single hard thrust that I always saw in the porn videos that got me through college, I used a slow gentle rocking motion to loosen up her pussy. Julia was very tight, almost virginal. I eventually got all of my cock into her and stayed there for a few seconds. Then I withdrew most of the way out. I proceeded to slowly thrust in and out of Julia's sopping wet pussy. I felt Julia's pussy start to tighten more around my cock. She was squirming and screaming now. She was in the throws of ecstasy. I hurried up my thrusting to keep time with her. Her pussy exploded in a flow of wetness as she arched her back and yelled. This unexpected happening set me off and I came in a blinding wave. I regained my thoughts a few minutes later. I pulled out Julia's pussy with a wet pop and untied her. I led her to the shower so that we could get cleaned up enough for dinner out. "Master?" she whispered, the question just audible. "Yes?" "That was incredible, Master. I want to do that every night. No, every hour of every day. Thank you, Master," she sighed after saying this. "You are welcome, Julia. We will have more fun later. But now it is time for us to get some dinner. Fucking you like that worked up an appetite. Put on something sexy and barely their. I want to show you off," I commanded. Julia left with a small curtsy and left me alone to finish getting dressed. I was definitely going to enjoy the rest of this week. Hell, I was going to enjoy the rest of my life here in Stepford. But, I realized something that night as I ate dinner with the sexy Julia. I realized that I didn't want some vapid slave to call me master and just fuck. I wanted there to be a give and take. I wanted a wife that would be less self-centered, but not what I had made Julia. I made the decision that I would get most of the fantasy out this week and be more serious about how I would handle Christina when the time came. *** That week with Julia went by very quickly. Time flies when you are having fun they say. A part of me felt sad, but the other part was happy. Julia was perfect for getting out all the years of pent-up frustration. But she only satisfied the physical and not the emotional needs. Today, I would get to wake up my wife after a week of not seeing her. I would get to experience a whole new side of my wife. The part of her that I always knew was there, but was too high-strung to let out. This would be amazing. Julia drove me down to the house where my wife and I would be living in Stepford. I waved goodbye to Julia, who had already been made unattractive, as she drove away. I walked into the foyer of the house and felt like I needed a map to find my way around this palace. I decided that the stairs would be a good choice and started to climb. One room at the end of the hallway had a door that was slightly ajar. I opened the door and was blown away by what I saw. My wife lie upon the bed, but she didn't really look like my wife. She looked like a woman straight out of an old Irish picture book. She was naked before me, but I couldn't do anything. I knew that I should be overjoyed to see this perfection in front of me, but something held me back. I thought it out and figured out the problem. I walked over to the nightstand and found the control unit for Christina. I keyed up the personality menu. Thankfully, there was a default button. It would change a woman back to her original personality. I sat down on the bed and pushed the button. A few minutes went by and Christina opened her eyes to look at me. She had a languid smile waiting for me. "Good morning, John. How are you doing today? I feel great. Yesterday was crazy. I drank way too much with the girls. I hope I didn't make an idiot of myself," Christina said. "I am doing well, Tina. And you didn't make an idiot of yourself. Tina, how would you feel if you never had to work again?" I ventured. "What do you mean?" Christina responded. "If you never spent another day of your life doing research or surgery or working again," I answered. "John, what are you talking about? You know that my research is my life. I couldn't stand to give that up. Did something happen with the clinic?" Christina was sounding anxious, with an edge of anger. "Nothing is happening with the clinic, Tina. I was just thinking it might be nice if you would spend less time at the clinic. That is what I was hoping would happen when we moved. I was hoping that we could work on us," I stammered out. "Are you crazy, John? I have no idea what you are talking about. What are you trying to do?" She was standing and practically shouting now. "I am trying to see if you would fit in Stepford as you are. I guess not. I am going downstairs to make some food. Take your time getting ready," I spat as I turned to leave the room. I walked down the stairs, with my mind heavy with my realization. I had some idea that somehow, my wife could be a part of Stepford without the help of the control unit. I thought that not working would be okay. But apparently, I didn't realize how far my wife had come from what I fell in love with. I set the control unit onto the kitchen table and looked at it for several minutes. I sighed with resignation when I picked it back up and opened the personality menu again. I pushed a few buttons and came to what I wanted. I took Christina's passion for her research and directed it toward myself. I made her less self-centered. I made her like we were before we were married. Before she went to vet school. Back when sex was all that really mattered. Other than those things, I left her exactly as she was. In my week with Julia, I spent time with some of my neighbors in Stepford. The men all had wives that were sex slaves. Women that followed commands. Exactly, what Julia had been for me. I realized as I saw those vapid smiles from the women, and the juvenile glee the men had, that I realized that almost every man in Stepford had one thing in common: they were all middle school boys at heard. They just wanted sex with beautiful women, not a relationship. It was that thought that originally made me press the default button. My wife wouldn't like Stepford as she was now. But I knew she would love it the way she had been at one point. I hit the save button on the control unit and waited. A few minutes later Christina walked into the kitchen with a languid smile. That was the smile that I had fallen in love with. She flounced over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She leaned down and kissed me. The ferocity of the kiss surprised me in a good way. I collected Christina into my lap to continue the tonsil hockey that she had begun. We broke apart to catch our breath and I looked at the appearance that Christina bore. It somehow felt wrong. She looked like the woman I always had in my dreams: voluptuous, red-headed vixen. Then it hit me. This is what I wanted Christina to look like. I decided to change this, so that I wouldn't feel like such a sexual miscreant. I keyed the control unit to the physical appearance menu and hit the default menu. Instantly Christina was back to the way she was before we moved to Stepford and she had undergone the Stepford process. I left Christina to her own to grab some breakfast while I went searching through the house to find a room like the one in the Men's club. I found it in the basement of the house and called Christina down. I had Christina stand on the pedestal and lowered the mirrors so that she could look at herself. I asked her to strip naked and then asked her what she would like to change about her body and she began to instantly critique herself in a manner that I did not she had ever done. Well, I guess I just never saw her do it. She was going a mile a minute before I remembered the reason that I had brought her down. "Christina, stop! One thing at a time. Where do you want to start?" I asked her with the control unit in my hand. "My tits. They are too small, I want bigger ones." She replied. I entered a command into the unit and her breasts grew. "What about your tits now?" I asked her. "They are too big, I have always wanted smaller ones," her answer. This puzzled me. First she says she wants bigger tits and then the next minute she says she always wanted smaller tits. It didn't make any sense to me. It seemed like when she answered the second time that her tits had always been as big as they are. I thought this through for several minutes while Christina stared at herself in the mirrors turning this way and that. Then it hit me. It was the way the change took place. The genetics and memory thing. I decided to try my theory. I made her breasts smaller again and then asked her what she thought about her tits. "Oh, John, I have always wanted my tits to be bigger, like those models that have big firm tits," Christina answered this time. "You just wait right there, Tina. I need to go make a phone call," I told her. I ran upstairs to the kitchen and grabbed the phone. I dialed Tim and waited three rings before he answered. I told about what I was trying to do and he didn't sound surprised. Apparently I wasn't the first guy to try this sort of thing. He told me to enter a string of commands. I wrote down the string of commands down and asked him what that would do. Tim asked me if I wanted Christina to know about Stepford and what was happening and to be aware of what she left behind. I thought about this for a second and told him yes. He then gave me a different string of commands and told me that Christina would know what she left behind and be okay with it. She would be exactly the way I wanted her to be. She would also ask questions about any changes that I made. I thought that this sounded more like I wanted from Stepford. I chatted with Tim awhile long and then thanked him for his assistance. I entered the commands into the control unit and walked back down into the control unit and started over. "Tina, one thing at a time, tell me what you would like to change about yourself. When you see what you like, just tell me so and then move on," I began. "My tits. I have always wanted bigger tits; like the ones that the models in lingerie ads have," She said looking over her shoulder at me. I entered a command and her breasts grew. "Just like that, John, they look perfect. Thank you for thinking about how I want to look. It makes me happy." "I love you, Tina!" I whispered. "I love you, John. And now that I have the tits I have always wanted let us move on to my hair and face. I have always wanted to be blonde; so many sexy women are blonde. Mmmm. I already look hotter with blonde hair. Now make it longer. Longer. Perfect. How about green eyes? No, try grey. Mm, no. How about blue? That is more like it. What do you think of tans? I have always kept up a tan because I thought it looked good, but now that I am looking at it, I am not sure. Thoughts, John?" Christina asked me. The whole process so far had taken about five minutes as I scrambled to enter commands quickly. "I have always wanted to see you with milky white skin. Soft and fair, almost like a Swede or something," I replied. "Sure, let me see how that would look. Oh, my. I look so much sexier like this. I just want to touch myself," she said, then shook her head," Sorry, I got caught up in my own image. Next are my feet. I hate how my feet are road slappers. It is so hard to find good fun shoes. How about something smaller. Too small. There! Perfect. I think I can find some really sexy shoes for these feet. I feel pudgy now. I want to be skinnier and in better shape. Mmm...yeah. John, I look like a model. Hmmm...What else do I want to change? How about my ass? Give me what you like, John. Oh, wow! I like the look of that ass. Anything else? Oh, yes. I want to not be short-waisted anymore. It is so hard to find good tops that fit my tits and are not too long. Oh my goodness this is what I have always wanted to look like, John! Thank you." I hit save on the control unit and walked up behind Christina and hugged her from behind. I leaned down and kissed her neck seductively. I looked up at the total package that was my wife now. It seemed that she and I had a lot of ideas in common about how she should look. We stood there for a long time just admiring what we had created. Then I realized that there were things we could do to enjoy this new body of hers. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder and scrambled up the stairs to our bedroom. Welcome to Stepford, Mr. Anderson "Oh, John, I want you so bad," she moaned," But I want to do something special for you first. Take off your shirt and drop your pants. I want to suck on that magnificent cock of yours." I complied with her wishes and stripped down naked. She fell to her knees and took my cock into her hands and started stroking me. A moan escaped my lips at this feeling. Her tongue met my cock with such eagerness that I was breathless for a moment. Then she put my cock into her mouth and started sucking. It was short and shallow as always, but it felt great. Plus, Christina seemed to be enjoying herself. I grabbed a fistful of her hair as I felt myself nearing the edge. She slapped my hands and pulled her mouth away from my dick quickly. I glared down at her, but she was smiling. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. "I just realized something that you could change. I know you don't like that my gag reflex is so strong. Make my gag reflex weaker so I can take all of your cock into my mouth," she giggled a little as she said this. A sexy, throaty giggle. I fumbled for the control unit and made the necessary adjustment and turned back toward to Christina. She leaned down and kissed along the length of my shaft. I was in heaven. I was lost in thoughts about how my life was going to be so much better now that things had changed for the better. I wouldn't feel guilty now that Christina was aware of why I moved to Stepford. My wife's voice brought me back from this thought process. "Say that again, Tina. I was lost in my thoughts," I admitted embarrassed. "I was asking you how you would like to finish. I know you have always wanted me to swallow, but I don't want to do that tonight. Would you be willing to come all over my face and tits?" She asked brazenly. "That would be fantastic, Tina," I answered her and prepared myself for this moment. Christina proceeded to lick my cock from balls to head. She spent several agonizing minutes repeating this process with a methodically slow pace. Then she finally decided to go for broke and put my cock into her mouth. She was fine up to a certain point and then she hesitated. I realized that she had never sucked my cock deeper than that point and she was nervous. I grabbed hold of her hair and brought her head forward past the point of her nervousness. She squealed briefly before she realized that she had all of my cock in her mouth and her face was touching my pubis. She smiled as best she could with a cock in her mouth and proceeded to work her head up and down the entire length of my shaft. After that initial hesitation, she worked my cock like she had been doing this a long time. It didn't take long for me to near climax with this newfound feeling working its magic on me. I let her continue until I felt the rush that let me know that I was about to come. I pulled out of Christina's mouth and took a hold of my cock to aim my come. The first spurt splashed onto her face leaving one of her eyes shut with the white, sticky come. The second spurt hit her half open mouth and chin. Christina half-screamed at this unexpected shot. The third spurt made a beautiful curve across her tits. I always knew that my wife would look good with pearl necklace. The remaining spurts were not very monumental, but I put them where I could. When I finished coming I looked at the masterpiece I had left on my wife's face and tits and decided I needed to immortalize this moment. I told Christina to hold still while I grabbed the camera from the dresser. I took several pictures of my wife covered in my come and decided to go a little bit further. I told her to start wiping the come off of her with her fingers and to lick it off of her fingers. She looked at me with a confused expression, but decided to go for it. I snapped pictures of my wife doing this unexpected action. Something she would never have done before coming to Stepford. Seeing her do this made me hard again. So I set the camera down and picked up my wife. I threw her onto the bed and looked into her eyes lovingly. "I am going to fuck you so hard, Tina" I told her. "Good. After all of that sexiness, I need a good fucking," was her answer. I climbed onto the bed and attacked Christina's naked body. My hands grabbed her breasts, kneading them like bread dough. I kissed her passionately the way we had when we were dating. She wriggled under my ministrations, making it difficult to keep a hold of her. I lowered one of my hands to her pussy and spread the lips with my fingers. Her body shuddered as my fingers explored a little. Then, I stopped doing anything entirely. Christina looked at me and whined, almost like a dog, and I chuckled and made her wait. I lowered my head toward her dripping pussy and exhaled. The warm air caused her to moan like a porn star. I licked up her slit and thought her convulsion would break my neck. I spent several minutes sucking on her clit and nibbling it as well. All the little tricks that I had picked up in years of being married to my wife came to bear. Christina's hands were grasping and scratching at my shoulders. I think she grabbed so hard once that she drew blood. I came up for air, ready to continue, but my wife's hands managed to keep me away. "Stop teasing me and fuck me!" She pleaded. "Your wish is my command, Tina," I replied. I scooted up on the bed and inserted just the head of my cock into her pussy. This was welcomed by a groan of pleasure. I took my time rocking in and out of her pussy. This was a first time all over again, even though we had been married for several years. Her pussy felt like it did the first time we made love. I had to work to get all of my cock in. Finally, I bottomed out in her pussy and smiled at my wife. She smiled back at me and strained up to kiss me. When we broke the kiss, I decided that the sweet moment was over and that I needed to fuck the woman that now lay impaled by my cock. I grabbed Christina's knees and brought them up over my shoulders. We both liked the deeper penetration that afforded. I settled in to a steady rhythmic thrusting. I pulled out almost completely and then thrust back in balls deep. The thoughts of emotion and feeling were banished. All that mattered now was raw animal lust. Grunts and moans filled the room as the temperature rose to a boil. The pace increased with each passing moment, bringing a climax nearer and nearer. Our cries of pleasure rose in a giant crescendo. I felt her orgasm start before I heard it. Her pussy starting squeezing my cock in a vice grip. Her hands clawed into my back. I felt extra moisture easing my thrusting. And then I heard her screaming orgasm. It was filled with vulgarities I seldom heard from Christina. All of this was too much for me to handle. I reached my orgasm and held my wife's hips tightly to mine as I pumped my come into her willing pussy. The moment gone, we collapsed onto the bed to sleep. *** We woke several hours later when the sun shone through the curtains of our bedroom. I blinked my eyes open slowly, adjusting to the light in the room. I turned onto my side to face my sleeping wife. I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. She purred and smiled and shifted closer to me under the covers. I wrapped my arms around her in a warm embrace. We stayed like that for a long time before Christina spoke up. "Why didn't you tell me about how you felt earlier, John?" she asked. Taken aback, it took me several seconds to respond, "Because you were so happy, Tina. I knew that you loved your work so much, that I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. I found this place on the internet and I thought you would still be able to work. I...," I couldn't decide how to continue my thoughts. "What made you decide to let me know what was going on?" Another question. "Because I realized that I was being selfish. I.... Do you know about Julia? That she was my surrogate wife?" I asked. Christina nodded and I continued. "It was during my time with her. I had always thought my dream girl would be an Irish woman. I made Julia that and I made her subservient. I liked that for the first little bit. I spent time with some other couples and realized that the men were doing with their wives, what I was doing with Julia. They were being selfish. They are like middle school boys that are living out their sex fantasies. I walked in to our bedroom here and saw you as the Irish Maid lying on the bed and I realized that this is what I wanted. I set your personality back to what it was before we came. You were pissed. I tweaked it so that you could be happy living in Stepford. Then I decided to give you the body that you always wanted. I tried a couple of times and it didn't work. So I called for some help and got it figured out. And you know the rest from there. Well, what do you think?" "Thank you, John. I know I enjoyed my work. But I also know that I was stressed and overworked. I am glad I can relax with you know. This is why I married you. You take good care of me, even when I don't take care of myself. I love you, John," was her reply. "I love you, Tina," I told her," I am looking forward to starting over with you." I kissed my wife on the forehead and we fell asleep again. We fell asleep, both of us happy. Happy again together, for the first time in a long time. Welcome to Suburbia [This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities whether it be person, place, or thing are entirely coincidental.] (C) 2009 M Saint The suburban town of Hyattsville had gathered in the local park, holding its annual bake sale for charity. Roberta Tanner was a soccer mom, member of PTA, and was part of various small organizations in her community. She had a job at the factory making clothing, and other products for bigger corporations. She stood at 5'8", had long firey red hair, and captivating eyes. Her work schedule changed, compared to others, because she was a part of so many things. She was a dedicated, hard working, and fun mom in the eyes of everyone who knew her. It was just a little past 9 A.M. on a Thursday morning. It was a full day off of work, meetings, and organizational gatherings. Her daughter was at school, and the neighborhood was clear of everyone. She had woken up to birds chirping, and the sun illuminating the room as she lay under her silk sheets, naked, and very comfortable. She was happy, and got up to prepare for a day of peace. As she slipped on sweat pants, she also put on a sports top, and went to her gym room that was setup in the back of the house where the guest room used to be. She flipped on a tv, and muted the sound, then turned to her left and flipped on a music disc on a small radio. She turned on the machine, and began to walk, then jog, then increase the speed to really get a workout on her legs, and her heart. She breathed steadily, and took a sip of water from her bottle every so often to hydrate herself. After 20 minutes of good exercise, she stepped off and made her way towards the shower. Once inside, she slid her sweats down her long smooth legs, and pulled off her top to reveal her nipples. As the fabric rubbed and pulled on both nipples, a sensation powered through her body. Once inside the hot shower, she lathered up and washed her body. She rinsed away as the soapy hot water ran between her breasts and washed away down the drain. Stepping out from the shower, she grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around the top of her breasts, and left for her bedroom. She made it halfway there when she heard the doorbell ring. "Who could that be?" She asked herself. The doorbell rang again, and Roberta reversed her tracks heading now for the front door. The cool breeze tickled her legs as she walked through the hall, and into the living room standing right by the front door. Opening the door, she stood before a tall, built man in a power company uniform. His long sleeves rolled up slightly, and he stood looking at his clipboard. That is, until he lifted his head to find a sexy, seductive woman in a towel right before his eyes. His dark brown hair short, and his muscular build screaming out "sex" to Roberta. "Can I help you?" asked Roberta. "Uh, yes. I'm sorry to bother you ma'am. We're out today doing a routine check on everyone's meters to make sure that each works correctly," He said to Roberta. "Oh, well that sounds okay," She replied, opening the door wide enough for him to step in. The man eased his way past Roberta, and tried on his own to find the way towards the meter. Roberta put on a smile. "This is an old house, so, the meter is right out back," She said to him, and pointed the way to the back door when he turned around. "Oh, okay then," The man said, walking out the back, and to the meter. Roberta stood in the back doorway. The towel still wrapped around her body as she watched on. After a few minutes, the man called out, "Oh, wow, I think it is broken." "Really?" Roberta asked, knowing that it was perfectly fine. "Yeah, uh, looks like I need to make a few fixes on the box," He said trying to think of stuff to say. "Well, you're the expert," She said, then turned to go put some clothes on. She made her way to her room, and once inside, grabbed a pair of fitting, cut jeans, and a nice tee shirt to match. A pair of sandals, and she left the room to check on the Electrician. She watched as he stood next to the box, unsure of what he should do next. She kept her watch, as she noticed he looked around, then opened the box to pull out a few pieces. "Oh my God," She thought to herself. "I wonder if that is dangerous." She turned around, and walked into the living room. As she started to sit down, the front doorbell rang. "Oh, who is it now?" She thought, and hurried to the door. As she opened it up, she recognized the face of her long time best friend, Ramey. "Roberta, hello," Ramey stretched her arms out to give her a big hug. "Gosh, it's been so so long." "Yes it has, look at you," Roberta looked over her friends sexy body, but noticed that her boobs were a little bigger than her own. "I have to show you something, " She said, leading her friend into the kitchen and to take a look out the back window. "Oh my, he's a hot one," Ramey said. "Oh, I just want to go out there and rub my hands all over his arms and chest, and....." Ramey trailed off. Outside, it grew hot. The sun was closing in overhead, and it took a toll on the electrician, forcing him to take off his shirt. "Oh, look. He's taking it off," Ramey became excited. "Oh, I think that's turning me on," Roberta said, slightly touching her breast on the outside of her shirt. "Yeah, me too." Both women stood in awe of the hot electrician doing his job. Ramey began to slightly rub against Roberta, turning her on. Seconds past, and Roberta turned around, and planted a soft kiss on Ramey's lips. Their tongues wiggled arond inside each others mouths, and soon, Roberta had lifted herself up onto the counter. Ramey slid between her legs and kept kissing Roberta on the mouth. their bodies became hot, and Ramey kissed along the sides of Roberta's neck, sliding down and rubbing up her side. Roberta slid her fingers in Ramey's hair, and guided her down to between her legs. Ramey undone the button, and zipper. She grabbed the waist and pulled them down, showing the shaved pink center in between Roberta's legs. Without hesitation, Ramey licked between her slit, and wiggled her tongue. "Mmm, that feels so good," Roberta cooed softly. Ramey slid a finger into the hole, and licked on Roberta's clitoris at the same time. The pleasure was so great, Roberta gave in and released a very hard, but sexual orgasm. Ramey licked it up and tasted the sweetness of Roberta's juices. "Mmm, again?" She asked, but Roberta had another plan. She smiled, slid up her pants, and hopped off the counter. She walked over to the back door, and looked out. In the sun, the electrician stood there. Pieces back together, but trying to figure out what else he could do to stay longer. She called out to him, "Hey, you look a little hot. Why don't you come inside for something to drink?" He agreed, and made his way inside, once again brushing past Roberta. "This is my friend, Ramey," Roberta introduced them. "Hi, nice to meet you," He said to her, and lightly shook her hand. "Likewise," Ramey answered. Roberta handed him a cold glass of iced tea. "Here you go." "Thanks, boy it's so hot out there." He rubbed the sweat from his forehead. The women, both with devious smiles looked at each other, then at him. "Could you help us with something?" Roberta stood up and asked. "Sure, what do you need?" He answered. "It's in the room," She said, leaving into the direction of her bedroom, guiding him along. "Yeah, I can't figure it out either," Ramey responded, acting dumbfounded. "It's just over there," Roberta pointed to over by her bedroom window. He went first in, and looked around. Roberta followed, and then Ramey came in last, kicking the door closed with her left heel. "I'm not sure what it is, where is it?" He asked, turning around to find both women pulling the tops off. "Get on the bed," Ramey demanded him to do so. As the man got on the bed, he lay back. Roberta and Ramey pulled each other close, and kissed again, tasting each others saliva and touching breasts together. Ramey slid her hands down, unbuttoned Roberta and slid her pants back down. Roberta took note, and did the same to Ramey. She stood back, and noticed that her friend was also clean shaven. She knelt down between Ramey's legs and licked her pussy softly, then pulled her close to get closer and deeper inside of her hole. Her tongue explored and she tasted the sticky sweet fluids that dripped. The electrician lay back, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his thick hard cock. He stroked it up and down, and watched as he was getting a good show. Ramey looked over at the man, and winked, assuring him that he was about ready to get fucked good and hard. She slowly pulled Roberta back up to her mouth and kissed and tasted the juices that were lingering on her lips. Roberta looked over at the man, and slowly walked over to him, lay on top, and grabbed hold of his cock. Ramey hovered in front of his face, exposing her pussy for him to lick, and suck on while Roberta sucks him off. Roberta took his shaft into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around, stroking him with her right hand, and cradling his balls with her other. He moaned, and licked deep into Ramey's hot pink pussy hole, sending her head backwards in the heat of the moment. "Oh, yeah, lick it up baby," Ramey cooed aloud. She slipped her finger down to rub her clit as he did so. Roberta sucked hard, pumping his shaft making him shake and convulse on the verge of an exploding orgasm. Just as he was ready to explode, she stopped. She got up, and traded spots with Ramey. Ramey crawled around, and instead, slipped herself over the man's dick, and bounced back and forth, riding his meat hard. Her pussy made squishing sounds as she moved back and forth. The wetness was from him eating her pussy, and her creaming lightly as soon as she sat on his cock. The man ate Roberta's juicy wet pussy just as she liked it. He slipped a finger in, and nudged her clit with his teeth, then licked away tasting her fluids that dripped sweetly from her center. "Suck my pussy baby, suck it good and hard," Roberta cooed and came in his mouth, allowing his lips to taste her as the aroma filled his nostrils. Ramey leaned forward, and kissed him on the mouth, tasting the flavors her friend left behind. She continued fucking his cock, pumping hard, and wrapping her hands around the back of his neck to pull him close. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Ramey screamed, and released a hard orgasm making her convulse and shake even seconds after-wards. Roberta noticed that the electrician still had a rock hard cock, and looked almost disappointed that he couldn't release. She took action, and laid Ramey down on the pillow, and lay between her legs to lick her pussy, all the while lifting her ass up for the man to fuck. As she began to lick her friends pussy clean, the man slipped his cock inside Roberta's slippery pussy, and thrust deep to fill her whole. He fucked her hard, and slammed against her ass making her quiver as she licked and slurped away at her friends hot juicy cunt. Roberta reached under her and rubbed her clit as she was beaten against and rammed hard. Her pussy was ready to explode, and she licked away harder at her friends cunt. "Oh God, I'm gonna...." She screamed as she burst. The man came with her at the same time, squeezing her tight and pumping his load inside her. Ramey looked very happy. She nestled her clit softly with her right index finger, as she watched Roberta recover. The man leaned back and breathed. "Oh, hurry and get dressed before my daughter gets home," Roberta ushered them both to do. They got dressed, and made plans for the future to meet again.