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My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 02

By: BilyumQ



Foreword: This notice is to those readers who have issues with reading anything that may be gay in nature. A small part of this chapter contains descriptions of male masturbation and a short passive gay scene. The two passages are about 1000 words out of nearly 6000 words, so it's relatively short. These passages are integral to the storyline, serving the purpose of defining the unique relationship between the main female character of this story and another man. Nonetheless I hope you enjoy this chapter. _____BilyumQ 

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This is chapter two of an ongoing story about a long term relationship I had with one of the most exciting and provocative women I'd ever met. Well let's be totally honest here and call it what it is, an affair. At the time this affair began I'd been married for twenty plus years to a wonderful woman, who I can admit is much too good for the likes of me. 

Throughout my marriage I've always had a problem remaining faithful, not because I wasn't getting what I needed at home, quite the contrary, my wife and I enjoy a robust and healthy sex life. No, my lack of fidelity is solely my fault and stems from my own compulsions. I've always craved being with other women, craved the difference in how they felt, how they smelled, how they tasted, how they kissed, how they made love...these differences are what I wanted to experience the most. 

Selfish of me? Absolutely. 

Candy, my current lover, and I met though a work related event. She'd attended a presentation I'd made out of town at an industry trade show. Because of that presentation she contracted with us to take a look at her company and make recommendations on how she could improve certain aspects of her business. And for the first eight months of our relationship things were strictly business, everything that occurred between us was friendly but very professional. But on the night of the dinner she held for her staff celebrating the end of the project things changed between us...dramatically. After the initial first two encounters that first night, we met about a week or so later at a downtown hotel and made love again. After that... 

Candy and I spoke often, about once or twice a day by phone during the next few weeks. But even though we were both eager to get together again we'd not had an opportunity because either she or I had other obligations. 

But on Thursday of the third week since our last rendezvous Candy asked if I could come to her home early on Saturday morning. 

By coincidence my wife had informed me just the evening before she had a full day planned with her girlfriends for the upcoming Saturday; they were making a day of it at the mall after an early morning round of golf. 

Since I knew I was going to be free that day and also given I was very eager to get with Candy again I told her I'd be there. 

After our call I thought about Candy and realized how much I missed her. I've got to admit this revelation came as a surprise. 

I arrived at her home about nine a.m. and after closing her front door we stood in the foyer and she stepped into me, pressing her body against mine and placed her arms around my neck then gave me a very long, very passionate kiss. Afterwards she took my hand and led me into the living room where we sat together on the sofa, Candy still holding my hand. 

After talking a bit more then an hour, catching up on what had been going on in our respective lives, Candy turned around, folded her legs behind her and lay in my arms. We spent the next twenty minutes or so making out as she allowed my hands to roam over her and her hands moved through my hair. 

Candy seemed to enjoy kissing as much as I did. And I do love kissing. Kissing someone who enjoys being kissed is as much of a turn on for me as any kind of foreplay you could engage in. Not everyone enjoys kissing like this, but I do, and so it seemed did Candy. 

After twenty or thirty minutes of kissing Candy stood and pulled me by my hand saying, "Let's go upstairs."

Her bedroom was huge and fittingly very feminine, all pink and frilly with floor to ceiling mirrors running about six feet from the room corners along the walls on each side of the bed. On the far side of the bed in the corner nearest the headboard she had mirrors set up like they use in a lot of clothing stores. You know, two mirrors set at a forty-five degree angle to the back mirror, offering a view all around you if you were standing inside them. 

After entering her bedroom Candy turned back to face me, stepped into my arms, and we hugged and kissed standing near the foot of her bed. We kissed long, deep and passionately, our hands exploring each other. Then we began to undress each other between kisses and once we were both nude we fell onto the bed together. 

After kissing me one last time she moved almost immediately down my body, letting her tongue flick over my nipples as she cupped my balls. As her hand played with my balls her tongue flicked over each nipple then she pursed her lips over my right one and sucked on it about fifteen or twenty seconds. 

Finished with my nipples Candy moved down and licked along the shaft and over the head of my cock as it lay flat against my belly. She held onto my balls while her lips slid up and down my six inch length. My cock leaks a lot of precum when I'm excited and every so often she made sure she licked up any that had collected. 

Before scooting herself up on the bed just a bit she released my nuts then held my cock in her hand. Once she'd positioned herself where she wanted to be she took me into her mouth and sucked my cock for several minutes, her mouth moving silkily up and down my shaft. On each upstroke her tongue would lick at the head of my cock, over the tip and around the ridge before sliding my member deep into her mouth again. 

After three or four minutes of great head her mouth gave up my cock, but she kept her hand wrapped around it as she moved lower and licked and sucked on my balls. She sucked each of my balls into her mouth one at a time and gently sucked on them as she stroked my cock. 

Releasing my balls she said, "Pick your legs high up for me." 

When I had she moved lower and passed her tongue over my asshole several times, the tip moving around and over my rear opening. She ate my ass for a minute or so before licking and sucking her way back up. 

After I'd lowered my legs she took my cock back into her mouth, holding it around the base with one hand. She picked up where she'd left off, delivering superb head. After her wonderful mouth, lips and tongue had moved up and down on me for five or so minutes I reached down and pulled her up to me and kissed her again. 

I needed to cool off just a bit as she'd brought me not necessarily to the edge of cumming, but maybe to the edge of the edge. 

We kissed for another minute or so, then while still holding my mouth to hers I rolled her over onto her back. She laid back, her head on a pillow as I moved down her body pausing to suck and play with her nipples after I'd nuzzled her neck and earlobes a moment or two. 

I ran my left hand over her breasts, caressing them for several seconds, gently squeezing them. Then I moved my mouth close to one nipple and licked around then over it. Taking the nipple between my lips I teased the end of it with the tip of my tongue as I nursed gently on her. Her nipple hardened and the areole around it crinkled to the touch of my fingers and tongue. As I sucked one nipple I played with the other, using the flat part of the tip of my middle finger to lightly caress around the hardening bud of her other breast. That areole too crinkled to my touch and after sucking on the first nipple twenty or thirty seconds I moved my mouth to the second and played with the first with my fingers. 

For the next three minutes or so I moved back and forth sucking on each of her nipples in turn. My fingers and mouth keeping contact with her tit flesh during this entire time, never leaving them un-stimulated. 

Ready now to move on to something different, when I next moved my mouth from one nipple to the other I didn't bring my fingers to the one I'd just left. Instead I moved my hand back and forth, left to right over her lower chest and belly, eventually changing the motion to a small circular one. My fingers lightly touched her, dancing so close they sometimes touched and they sometimes didn't. Candy's belly muscles rippled and contracted to the light caresses. 

Still nursing on her nipple my hand moved through her pubic hair and then onto the top of her left thigh. At first my hand rubs, almost massages her thighs, first the left then the right. Then my fingers curled, as my mouth traded nipples again, so that I was now using my fingernails to lightly and gently scratch from the bottom up the tops of her thighs. 

Candy spread her legs for me as my hand caressed her thighs, allowing me to caress the inside of her left thigh before moving my hand over her sex, cupping it. Using the flat of my hand I rub over the outside of her pussy, at times allowing just three or four fingertips to caress her. 

Leaving her nipple I move down her body, licking and kissing as I go, pausing at her navel to lick around it. 

As I lick and kiss her torso I lift myself up and move between her legs. Crawling back on my thighs I keep licking and kissing her body as I move lower. 

Now laying between her legs my face at her pussy I pass my tongue up her right outer lip, right along the edge where the side of my tongue brushes against the side of her inner lips. Bringing my tongue back down I work it between her lips at her hole, prying her lips apart with my tongue as I drill deeper, eventually pushing my tongue into her hole. I can taste the fluid of her excitement there as my tongue moves up out of her hole, upwards parting her lips moving up to the bottom of her clit where I stop and move down again, flicking my tongue as I go. 

My tongue moves up and down, left and right through her lips. Sometimes I use the tip of my tongue flicking it here, there, everywhere. Sometimes it's the tip licking rather then flicking and other times I use the flat of my tongue to lick between her lips. My tongue, either flat or with just the tip moves over and though her pussy, occasionally licking and flicking against her clit too. To my mouth and tongue action I added two fingers inside her, her pussy clasping against them as they pumped in and out of her. 

A couple of times Candy held my mouth over her clit as I licked and flicked it, or even sucked it as she had several small orgasms. By the same token she also moved my mouth and tongue away from her clit when she was too close to cumming and wanted to prolong it. 

Finally after I'd eaten her pussy for more then fifteen minutes Candy was ready to cum. Candy was one of a very few women I'd ever been with that enjoyed their clit being sucked on, didn't find the feeling too intense. So when she felt her orgasm approaching Candy held my mouth over her clit and told me, "Suck it," which I did as I also kept my fingers pumping in and out of her wet clasping pussy. When Candy came her back arched, her orgasm intense, her hands pressing my face into her crotch, her pussy walls clamping on my fingers. Candy pushed herself against my probing fingers, tongue and sucking mouth as her orgasm, wave after wave rolled over her. 

When she had come down from her orgasm I remained where I was, lying between her legs with my head on her thigh as she caught her breath. I lay watching as her chest, her breasts rose and fell as she breathed deeply in and out. 

A minute or so later I knelt up and put my hands on her hips and physically rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her up onto her knees. 

Candy lay with her head on the pillow but she spread her knees apart for me. 

I sat and ran my hands over her ass and the backs of her thighs for a minute before leaning in and licking her ass cheeks. Pushing my face between her cheeks I lick her asshole, licking over, around and into it. My hands on her cheeks I spread her wide as my mouth moves up and down the length of her ass licking as I go. My mouth moves low enough to tongue fuck her pussy again licking inside her tasting her delicious pussy juices. Then it moved up and over her asshole again. 

After two minutes or so of my eating her ass Candy said, "Wait a second." Then she pulled away and reached into her night side stand and took out a tapered vibrating dildo. Moving into the center of the bed she got back into the position she'd been in. After I'd moved myself around so she could use the vibrator on herself I went back to eating her ass as she rubbed the tip of the vibrator over her clit and lips before pushing it into her pussy. 

I ate her ass for another two minutes as she masturbated with the vibrator. Another minute later and she began to moan and move her hips more animatedly as she pushed and pulled the vibrator in her pussy. 

But before she came she stopped playing with herself and fell down onto the bed and rolled over and asked me, "Would you get on the bed like I was?" 

I nodded and knelt on the bed as she had just been. Candy sat cross-legged on the bed and with her hands on my hips pulled me back until my knees were straddling her hips, her knees under me. She kissed and licked my cheeks then moved her mouth between my cheeks and licked and ate my asshole. After two or three minutes she pulled away and replaced her tongue with the soft flexible tip of the tapered dildo she'd used on herself, rubbing the vibrating tip over and around my anal opening. 

From behind me as she rubs the tip of the vibrator over my rear hole she asks, "Can I put this in you?" 

After hesitating a moment I nod my approval. 

Getting some lube from the night side table she squeezed a dollop onto my asshole and smeared it around with the tip of the dildo. She rubbed the vibrators tip over my asshole several times before inserting it into me. She worked the tip deeper and deeper inside me, pushing it in only so deep and holding it there for a second or two before pulling it out again, allowing me to get used to it in my ass, before pushing it in a little deeper the next time. She finally got it all in my ass, the base of the vibrator pressing against my asshole. Then she slowly sawed it in and out several times before she sensed I was comfortable with it. Then she fucked my ass with the dildo in one hand and took my cock in her other and stroked me. 

As I knelt on the bed Candy's hands moved in and out or up and down as she played with my cock and fucked my ass with the toy. With the toy she alternated her strokes depth and speed as she fucked me and my cock was leaking precum like a faucet as she did. 

I let her fuck my ass and stroke me for four or five minutes more when I just couldn't take anymore. It was stop or cum and I wasn't quite yet ready to cum so I moved forward off the probing sex toy. Then I half turned on my knees and pulled Candy down to lie on her back on the bed. 

Getting between her spread legs I rubbed my cock up and down between her wet lips, nudging her clit a few times before placing the head at her hole and entering her. 

Candy's eyes were afire with passion as she pulled me deeper into her with her heels on my ass. Looking up at me from her supine position she said huskily, "Fuck me, fuck my pussy and make me cum. Shoot your cum inside me, fuck me now baby." 

I started moving my hips back and forth sliding my cock in and out of her at a slow comfortable pace. After a minute I picked up the pace a bit as she used her heels to pull me into her. Another minute passed and I started to pick up a head of steam fucking into her hard and fast, occasionally slowing just a bit to prolong our pleasure. 

Candy came once, not a small one but certainly not a big one either. Without stopping I continued to saw in and out of her and after another minute or minute and a half I gave her all that I had left, picking up the pace, slamming my cock into her pussy as hard and fast as she apparently wanted me too, given her heels on my ass were pulling me in on each stroke. Another thirty, forty seconds later Candy began to cum again followed seconds later by my own nut, my cock shooting several heavy spurts of semen into her. 

Candy squeezed her legs around my waist as she came, her face a grimace of sexual release as she convulsed twice as her orgasm rolled over her. 

When she finally let me go from between her legs I pulled my now semi-hard cock out of her and sat back on my heels. My cum leaked out of her hole and ran down the crack of her ass as I moved to lie down beside her. I placed my arm across her chest below her breasts and pulled her to me, snuggling. 

We lay like this for one or two minutes, cuddling together, catching our breath, holding hands, when in the mirror on her side of the bed I notice a section of the mirrored wall behind me swinging slowly open and a naked man emerge from a walk-in closet.  

Expecting the worst I quickly roll over and go to get to my feet when Candy placed her hand on my shoulder and said, "No, wait, it's ok, he's my husband." 

In my mind I say, "Husband!!" I turn and look at Candy with utter shock and surprise on my face. 

In the almost year I've known Candy, the months we worked together on her project and the past few we've been having an affair she never once said anything about or even hinted at having a husband. 

She pulled me back to lie beside her again then lay back and spread her legs to let her husband crawl between them. He dove in and ate her pussy ravenously obviously licking up my cum. 

When he was done he got off the bed and sat in a wooden chair next to the dresser against the wall near the foot of the bed, never having said a word. 

Her husband was dark haired and eyed, about 5'10" and 140 pounds, and while his cock was soft now and dangling between his legs I'd noticed it was about seven inches hard when he came out of the closet. 

Confused and wary I sat up against the head board as Candy did the same. 

After a moment she introduced her husband as Richard who nodded and said hello. 

Then she asked, "Are you upset?" 

After a moments thought I told Candy, "I can hardly be upset you're married given my own marital status. But why didn't you tell me, after all you're aware I'm married." 

Candy said, "Richard and I have a marriage in name only, one of convenience and for the sake of appearances." 

Confusion tingeing the question I asked, "Appearances?" 

She looked affectionately at Richard who sat quietly in the chair and said to me, "Richard's gay, strictly gay. And although we've been married thirteen years the marriage has never been consummated. The closest thing to sex with Richard is when he eats other men's cum from my pussy or asshole or when I make him eat it from one of my girlfriend's pussies or asshole. And sometimes I'll use a toy to fuck his ass or make him masturbate for me, but that's about it." 

When I didn't say anything she went on. 

"We've been friends since my family moved to the old neighborhood when I was in the fourth grade. Richard and I were inseparable and did everything together. You see I was a bit of a tomboy as a young girl," she said shyly. 

She continued, "I discovered Richard was gay quite by accident when I walked in and caught him having sex with another boy when we were in the seventh grade. Poor Richard freaked out, crying, begging me not to tell anyone. I told him I understood and shared my secret that one of my girlfriends and me sometimes did things together too. This confession made him feel a little better and he admitted that except for me being his friend he'd never had any interest in girls. After we had talked a while more and both of us realized how important our friendship was to each of us I told him I'd always be there for him." 


My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 02



Candy said looking at Richard, "You're the first person I've ever told Richard was gay without first having his permission." 

Richard smiled and Candy nodded as some communication passed between this unique couple, this husband and wife as they looked into each others eyes. 

Going on with her story she said, "I was Richard's 'date' for our high school prom and we went to college together. While in college I fell ill and we discovered I had a female problem that left me unable to become pregnant. Richard stood by my side throughout this ordeal, holding my hand and comforting me. After college Richard and I got married, since in the professional world married people were deemed more stable and reliable if they had roots and responsibilities. Over the years, although we have occasionally slept together for companionship we've always kept separate bedrooms. Richard has his male lovers and I have my lovers, both male and female. The one area where our sex lives intermingle is Richard's submissive to me and does as I tell him." 

She looked at me and asked, "Have you ever had sex with a man before?" 

I shook my head in the negative. 

She asked, "Would you be willing to let Richard suck your cock later? You'll enjoy it; I hear he's quite good at it." 

Saying, "We'll see," ended the conversation...for now. 

To illustrate her dominance over Richard she told him "masturbate for us." 

Sitting in the chair Richard spread his legs wide and started to play with his soft cock, shaking and stretching it until he began to get hard again. He wrapped his right hand around his cock and pulled it up his shaft until the head disappeared into his fist, then reappeared again as he stroked downward. 

Candy let him play with his cock about three or four minutes then told him, "Show us your special trick." As Candy watched Richard do as she had told him she played with herself, her left hand between her legs. 

Richard scooted his ass to the edge of the chair and grabbed his cock near the base and bent over and after making a couple adjustments to how he was seated was able to take the head and first inch or so of his cock into his mouth. 

I admit I was impressed. I'd seen pictures of guys doing this but this was the first live show. 

We watched him suck his cock for another two minutes and then Candy told him, "Get the dildo." 

It was obvious this was all old hat to them because he responded to such short instructions from her. 

From the night side stand he took a large dick shaped dildo, one about eight inches long and very thick with a suction cup base. 

As he sat back in the chair Candy told him, "Suck it." 

Richard held it to his mouth and licked around the head before taking the head of the dildo into his mouth. He began to take more and more into his mouth and was able to take seven of the dildo's eight inches. As he held the dildo to his mouth with one hand he continued to masturbate with the other. 

Candy had her hand between her legs and was idly stroking her clit and lips watching Richard pull his cock and suck on the dildo. 

I rolled onto my side and lay my head on her shoulder and played with her nipples as she played with herself. She switched the hand she had on her pussy and placed her left hand on my cock. 

After watching him suck the dildo for a few minutes she told Richard breathlessly, "Fuck it." 

Richard pulled the cock from his mouth and licked the suction cup base then stood and stuck it to the seat of the wooden chair he'd been seated in. Taking some lube from the night side table he spread a liberal amount on the head of the rubber dick before turning around to sit on the cock. He reached between his legs and held the cock as he sat on it, riding it up and down, taking it in to the base in several lengthening strokes. 

It amazed me he could take such a large dildo so quickly and easily. 

He rode up and down on the cock as he stroked himself and we could see the head of his cock become wet with his precum. 

Candy's right hand was moving quickly between her legs and her left was squeezing and stroking me in time to her masturbation as I continued to play with her nipples, her breathing becoming more of a pant as she watched Richard. 

It was obvious that Richard was building towards his own orgasm when Candy told him between pants, "You better not cum." 

With that he slowed down the pace of fucking the dildo and stopped jerking his cock. He placed both hands on his thighs and rose and fell on the cock rolling his hips when he had taken it all in then started it over again rising until just the head of the dildo was in his ass. 

Candy turned to me at this point and again asked, breathlessly and with her eyes aglow with passion, "Will you let Richard suck you now?" 

I could see a look of almost desperation in her eyes; she really wanted to see this happen. After a moment I nodded. 

She smiled broadly, kissed me then told Richard, "Get up here and suck him off." 

Richard rose off the dildo and crawled onto the bed from the foot. He knelt between my legs, took my cock in his hand and stroked me a few times smearing my own copious precum over the head before leaning in and licking me. 

Candy got out of bed, rummaged through her toy drawer a second, and removed a slightly smaller dildo than the one Richard had used on himself. Then she sat in a chair by the side of her bed, one more cushioned than the one Richard had sat in. I watched as she lubed the six inch dildo and lay back in the chair, lifted her legs and inserted the toy into her ass.

As Richard sucked me Candy watched with wide fiery eyes. She shoved the dildo into her ass repeatedly with her right hand around the outside of her hip, her legs bent down at the knees, her knees spread wide resting against the armrests of the chair saying, "Suck him, suck that cock." 

Richard started by giving me cheater's head but switched to just mouth action a second later giving me a superb blow job, even better then Candy's. 

I looked back and forth, watching Richard's mouth side up and down my cock then would watch Candy fuck her ass with the dildo as she alternately played with her pussy or nipples with her other hand continuing to encourage her husband saying, "Suck that dick, you cock sucker, suck him." 

He sucked me for about four minutes and I knew it wouldn't be much longer. Less then a minute later I felt my cum running up and out my cock, filling his mouth as he sucked and swallowed. 

As I shot my load and Richard swallowed, Candy moaned loudly and passionately and continued to masturbate, shoving the dildo in and out of her ass faster, her other hand on her pussy, the fingers moving rapidly through her tender flesh saying, "Swallow his cum, oh fuck yeah swallow it." 

When I'd finished cumming and Richard had pulled his mouth from my cock she breathlessly and anxiously said to Richard, "Do it now." 

He knew exactly what "it" was because when she said that Richard got off the bed and stood between Candy's legs which were pulled back and up as she continued to push the dildo in her asshole, her other hand now playing with her nipples. Standing between her legs Richard stroked his cock just a few times and suddenly shot his load onto Candy's pussy. Almost immediately she threw her head back and began to cum, moaning and fucking her ass faster still as she brought her hand down from her nipples and rubbed his cum into her pussy. 

I lay watching this surprisingly erotic act, Candy fucking her ass and rubbing Richards cum through her lips as she moaned and groaned a desperate look on her face as she came once and then came again. 

When he'd finished shooting his load onto Candy's pussy Richard walked over and sat back in the wooden chair he'd been in earlier, after removing the dildo that was still standing up on the seat. 

When she'd finished cumming Candy let her feet drop heavily, them landing on the floor with a thud, and lay still in the chair, breathing deeply, her eyes closed. Twenty, thirty seconds later the dildo fell to the floor where she'd squeezed it out of her ass. 

Slipping out of bed I scooped Candy up from the chair and lay her on the bed where she rolled onto her side into a ball and immediately fell asleep. 

Richard said, "Candy will do that sometimes when she's had multiple orgasms, they wear her out." 

Nodding my understanding I said, "Thanks for the wonderful blow job." 

He smiled and said, "Anytime." 

With that he left the room the way he'd entered; back through the closet, pulling the mirrored door closed behind him.

I chuckled to myself and wondered if Lewis Carroll had envisioned anything like this when he'd written "Through the Looking Glass".

Then I lay down beside Candy and covered us and held her to me as she slept. We napped until one thirty in the afternoon then got up and showered together. 

Before showering I opened the door and looked into the closet that Richard had come out of and saw that it was huge and had a big comfortable looking chair set to one side of the aisle. Opening the door wider I saw the mirror on the closet door was actually two-way and anyone inside the closet could see everything going on in Candy's bedroom. 

After showering we went downstairs to her kitchen and ate the late lunch Richard had prepared then the three of us sat and talked for another hour or so. 

After our meal, at Candy's encouragement Richard entertained us with his impressions. He was really quite good, maybe not professional grade but very good nonetheless. He imitated several celebrities believably and we had a good time and laughed uncontrollably at some of his banter. 

All and all it had turned out to be an enjoyable Saturday, even given the unexpected sexual "exhibition" and oral performance of Richard. 

But now unfortunately it was time for me to leave and Candy kissed me goodbye much as she'd kissed me hello earlier that morning. We stood in her foyer, her arms around my neck as we passionately kissed. Afterwards we held hands as she walked me to my SUV and she gave me one more kiss, her lips pressed against mine for several long seconds before she moved away and said, "Call me soon sweetie." 

On the drive home I got to thinking about Candy and I; our relationship. I concluded I was pleased with the way things were progressing between us. 

She was independent minded and wasn't looking for anyone to "take care" of her financially. Quite the contrary frankly, she had to be careful some swinging dick wasn't trying to hook his wagon to her horse and ride her success to his security. While by no means would I be able to retire I was financially secure, so she knew I wouldn't be trying to tap into her money. 

I enjoyed Candy's company very much; she was just such a great pleasure to spend any kind of time with. Candy was attractive, pleasant, well-mannered, fun, politically and socially aware, someone you could talk to about anything. No, Candy was no airhead. 

Sexually she was a dynamo, but she knew there was a time to play around and a time not to. 

Even before our affair began Candy knew I was married and had no issues with it. And as I found out today, she was already married too so she wouldn't be looking to get married. It appeared this issue wasn't going to be a problem for us. 

Or as it turned out several years later, so I thought. 

But for now things were going great. We talked daily, sometimes several times a day by phone, especially when one or the other of us was out of town or otherwise indisposed. We got together often, sometimes just to talk, not always to have sex, although sex did happen more often than not. 

We seemed to be settling into a girlfriend/ boyfriend type of relationship. I didn't know about Candy but for me it was exclusive, outside my wife of course. 

In fact several weeks later Candy asked me about this very thing and after I'd told her she was my one and only girlfriend she said that she too was "faithful" to me, adding afterwards with a sly smile on her face, "Man-wise anyway." 

Given how busy we both were with work and in our personal lives, and how often we talked and saw each other I believed her. We were talking together and seeing each other so often it's a wonder, no make that a miracle my wife hadn't found out about this affair. 

"No," I thought as I drove home that day, "This is not going to be the typical affair for me. This one may last more then a few months or so. Candy's just too much fun to be around, sexually or otherwise, to let go. Yeah, we're going to have a lot of fun together."



My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 03



This is chapter three in this story of my affair with Candy, a woman I met through doing business with her company and with whom I entered into a long term intimate relationship after that business was completed. 

To refresh your memory, if you've read the first two chapters, I'm an admitted adulterer. But I can also admit I'm married to a woman who's much too good for me. And while I do love my wife very much, I can only explain my need to be with other woman as a compulsion. Frankly, I crave being with other women. And it's the differences I crave most, not in comparison to each other or to my wife, but the differences in and of themselves. The difference of how they feel in my arms and under my hands, how they smell, how they taste, how they kiss, and how they make love. This is what I want to experience.

At this point in our affair Candy and I had been involved with each other for about four months and have met for sex several times. I've related the story of four of those rendezvous' in past chapters and of course we've made love other times as well. 

We've met in hotels, at her office, at her house, and we've had sex in public a few times because it seems Candy has a thing for semi-public sex. Since we work in the same industry, although not together, we attend many of the same seminars and other industry meetings out of town which offer us opportunities to be together too. 

Candy was aware I was married and that my wife and I had a very good and strong marriage, my infidelity notwithstanding. In fact the first time we had sex, which she initiated, she told me she knew I was married and didn't care. She was also ok with the situation of being able to see me only so often and had no problem being seen out and about with a married man. 

I also now knew she was married, although hers wasn't a conventional marriage in any sense of the word. 

Nor was she interested in an exclusive relationship with me. Frankly between the sex with my wife and Candy I had about all I could handle at the moment, so for all intents and purposes my relationship with her was exclusive, again my wife notwithstanding. And although I had no right to expect her not to, to my knowledge Candy wasn't seeing any other man besides me at the time. She had told me as much some time earlier. 

I'm fortunate to have a job where I spend a lot of time either wining and dining clients or being wined and dined, so my wife expects me to be out late often. Also both she and I have jobs where one or the other of us travel out of town a good bit. All of this combines to offer Candy and me numerous opportunities to be together. 

When we've gotten together it hasn't always been to just have sex, sometimes we just sit and talk or just cuddle. We also speak by phone often, at least two to three times a day, especially when one or the other of us is out of town or otherwise indisposed. Sometimes the phone calls do turn into phone sex, but mostly they're not about sex at all, other then maybe to set up to meet for sex. Sometimes when the calls turned into phone sex it occurred at not so opportune times, such as when… 

During one such call Candy was driving home from her office and I was sitting in the airport waiting for my flight to board. 

"Where are you?" Candy asked.

"Just came down from the club. I'm sitting in the gate area now; the plane will be boarding shortly." 

"Wish I could have found the time to go with you this trip." 

"Me too, especially since I won't be back until Monday or Tuesday of next week, depends on how it goes." 

"That really sucks you know." Then after a deep sigh she asked, her tone slightly teasing and suggestive, "But anyway do you know what I'm doing right now?" 

"Candy I wouldn't even begin to hazard a guess." 

She laughed and said, "Well right now I have my right hand under my skirt playing with myself." 

Smiling I asked, "Really? Having fun?" 

"Oh yes. You know I like playing with my pussy when I drive. Its better then listening to the same old shit on the radio." 

"I know you do, and I hope you're wearing your hands free head set rather then driving with your knees again. You remember what almost happened the last time you did that." 

Giggling she said, "Yep, I remember. And yes I have the hands free thingy on." 

"Where are you?" 

"On the interstate passing Bonnabel Boulevard. You know what?" 

"No, what?" 

"My pussy's very wet right now. My fingers are just sliding ever so smoothly in and out of me." 

Still smiling I asked, "Slippery, huh?" 

"Uh-huh. Now my fingers are slipping and sliding all over my clitty too and up and down through my lips, mmmmm. Ooops, my fingers just slipped back inside my pussy again." 

What she'd said about liking to play with herself as she drove was true, although she also liked playing with herself if she were just a passenger too. We'd taken a couple of road trips together and at some point she'd lean the seat back, hike up her skirt and masturbate. 

Believe me when I say at the very least it's more than a little bit distracting trying to drive when you have a beautiful, hot blooded, hot bodied woman masturbating beside you. 

Hearing how she was breathing over the phone I knew she was really masturbating too, having heard her many times before. I was glad I was sitting; I was able to lay my suit coat across my lap to hide my erection. 

"Oooo, you should see my nipples; they're standing out against my blouse. I'm wearing that half cup bra on you bought me. Hmmm, they're all tingly too." 

I heard a loud noise that sounded like the horn on a semi-truck and then heard Candy giggling. 

"What was that?" 

"A big truck. The driver saw what I was doing and blew his horn." 

Knowing how much Candy enjoyed public or semi-public sex I knew being seen caused her pussy to give out another little squirt of lubrication. 

"How high is it?" 

"What, the truck?" 

"No, the covering," having to be vague with people sitting on either side of me. 

"The covering? Oh my skirt you mean." 

"Yes, that's right." 

"Oh he can't see anything other than my hand going underneath the hem of my skirt and it's around mid thigh right now. Should I pull it higher and show him what I'm doing, let him see my pussy?" she asked wickedly. 

"Um, I think he's probably already aware of what you're up to. And I don't advise you showing him anything. But if that's what you want to do I can't stop you." 

Laughing she said, "Ok then, I won't show him my pussy. What I'll do instead is this." 

I heard nothing on the phone but background noise for three or four seconds, then Candy moaning into the phone and then another long honk of the trucker's horn. 

"What happened?" 

"Nothing really. I just took my fingers from under my skirt and put them in my mouth to taste myself." 

In my mind I could picture her doing this, as I'd seen her do it many times in the past. Candy loves the taste of her own pussy and often sucks her fingers after she's taken them from her pussy. 

"What's happening now?" 

"My fingers are rubbing my clitty again. It's so hard, hmmmm. I need to leave that alone else I'll cum." 

"Isn't that the point?" 

"You know what, it is. Ok then I'll cum for the guy in the truck." 

She'd said it so matter-of-factly I could only sit and shake my head at her boldness. In my ear I heard as her breathing deepened. 

"My fingers are inside me now and I'm moving them in and out. My thumb is against my clitty too, rubbing it as I finger myself. Yesssss," she said dragging out the last word then breathed heavily through her nose. 

"Keep your eyes on the road Candy," I warned. 

"Uh-huh, keeping my eyes on the road and my fingers in my pussy." 

I could hear her breathing getting heavier and knew it would be just a little bit more before she came. 

"Fuck I wish I had one more hand to play with my nipples while I drove and played with myself. I wish you were here to do it for me." 

"Me too Candy, me too." 

From her breathing I could tell she was very close now so I said, "Maybe now's the time to touch the button only." 

"Yeah touch my clitty, touch only my little button now. Ooooh." There was about two more long seconds of heavy breathing coming over the phone when she let out a long, "Oh yesssss, fuck yeah! I'm cumming now. Oh my…that's…that's good…oh fuck. Oh fuuuccckkk." 

My cock was twitching in my pants and I knew I'd be wet because I could feel the precum leaking from my cock as I listened to Candy cum. 

And she must have been louder than I'd thought because the man on my left, which was the ear I had my phone to, leaned towards me just a bit turning his head slightly as if trying to pick up an illusive sound. Then he turned his head to me and smiled knowingly at me, then went back to his paper. 

On the phone the only sound I heard now was Candy breathing deeply in and out. 

"You ok?" 

"Hmm, oh yes, I'm just fine." 

"What are you doing now?" 

"Pulling over to take my exit; I almost missed it." 

"So I guess everything's good now, right?"

"Hmmm, everything's wonderful. But now the car smells like pussy."

"I don't see why it should," I said teasing her.

"Me neither," she said all innocently.

Just then the airline gate agents made an announcement. So I said to Candy "they're calling for us to board so I need to go now. You headed home?" 

"Uh-huh." 

"I'll call you when I land." 

"You better. I miss you already." 

"I miss you too. Bye babe." 

"Bye sweetie." 

Although they'd already boarded first class passengers I had to sit for a moment and let my hard-on go down. Luckily I went soft before I lost my seat or the plane departed. 

Boarding the plane I saw the man who'd sat next to me in the boarding lounge was now seated in the aisle seat in the first row of business class, about three rows behind mine in first class. As I came aboard he nodded and again smiled knowingly at me, then looked back down at the magazine he was reading and shook his head just a slight bit. 

I reminded myself to tell Candy in addition to her trucker watching her cum, this guy had heard her get off over the phone. Could you imagine the stories these two would tell their friends? 

While on this trip, like any other, I spoke daily with both my wife and Candy. No matter what was going on I always made the time several times each day to talk with the two women in my life. Our conversations would last anywhere from a couple of minutes to about twenty or so, but I didn't mind because I enjoyed our talks. And while I'd talk to both just after waking and just before going to sleep, a call to my wife was usually the first and last I'd make each day. 

Luckily after finishing up my business a bit sooner than expected I was able to get an earlier flight home. Just a day earlier but since I had been gone for a week, I was ready to get home. 

The limo service dropped me at home late Sunday afternoon and my wife and I spent the evening making love after we'd gotten back from dinner, falling asleep where we lay on the living room rug. 

When she got home the following evening she was in a foul mood. 

"Uh oh," I thought. 

But it turned out she was pissed at her bosses, not me. Unexpectedly she had to make an out of town business trip, leaving early the next morning. Business travel for her was pretty common, almost as common as it is for me, so traveling didn't bother her. But the fact she was being forced to make this particular trip didn't sit well with her and put her in a really bad mood. 

"So why are they forcing you to go?" 

"Because Cynthia got sick and can't go, she has the flu. And Margaret, who should be making the trip in Cynthia's place can't go because she already asked for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off and has plans. So they're making me go." 

"It's not Cynthia's fault she got sick." 

"I know and I know she's really sick too. She looked terrible when she came in this morning. And I'm not really mad at Margaret either because she had asked for this time off several weeks ago. She has something to do with her kids. I'm just pissed because of the way those assholes at work handled it and I'm really not prepared." 

"Believe me I understand." 

So she spent the rest of the evening cramming, getting ready for her meetings. And early the next morning she left the house before me, the limo service picking her up at six-thirty to take her to the airport. 

After I'd showered and dressed for work I hopped into my SUV and naturally took the opportunity to see if Candy and I could get together at least for dinner. 

Punching her number up on my cell phone from speed dial I waited while the phone rang three times before Candy picked up. 

"Hello sweetie, I missed you." 

She must have seen my name on her caller ID. Smiling I said, "Good morning baby, how are you?" 

"Good, but tired, had a late night last night," she said as she stretched, her voice strained as she stretched her body. 

"Did I wake you?" 

"No, no, but I did just get up." 

"What kept you up last night, didn't sleep well?" 

"No, I slept fine, just not enough. I didn't get out of the office until after eleven last night. By the time I got home and wound down enough to try to go to sleep it was two-thirty. It seemed like I'd just fallen asleep when the fucking alarm went off." 

"What kept you at work so long?" 

"Was going over a bunch of reports about that acquisition I'm thinking of making. Time just got away from me." 

Candy was thinking of buying a smaller competitors business and her people had been gathering a lot of information about that company. 

"Look like its worthwhile pursuing?" 

"Yeah, if we can agree on a price. We're going to make an offer next week, after I talk with the bankers. So what's up with you?" 

"Well Helen's out of town for a few days and it's been a while since I've been able to see you since I'd been gone so long. So I called wondering if you'd like to get together for dinner tonight, but if you're too tired I understand." 

"No, I'd love to have dinner with you tonight, every night really. I want to see you as soon and as much as possible lover," she said enthusiastically. Then she followed this by saying with some real emotion and feeling, "I could never be so tired I'd not want to see you. Besides I've missed you…a lot." 

The thought entered my mind immediately and I realized I'd really missed her as well. "I've missed you a lot too Candy. Talking on the phone is nice, but being with you is so much better. So how about this evening at six?" 

"That's perfect and instead of going out we can eat in, here at home." 

"That sounds good, so I'll see you at six. But I got to run now; I'm just pulling in at the office. Talk to you later. Bye." 

"See you at six dear," Candy said then we broke the connection. 

I left work early, went home, showered and changed into fresh clothing before heading over to Candy's. As I drove I called my wife. She was in a moderately better mood then she had been in the night before and was just getting ready to step into the shower when I called. Their meeting had run over later than expected and since she was being taken out to dinner by the company reps she was visiting she had to rush to get ready. Before we hung up I told her I'd be out for dinner that evening myself and I'd call her in the morning. 

I pulled into Candy's drive just a few minutes before six and noticed a Jag was parked behind her car. I walked up the four steps of the porch that ran three sides around Candy's home and rang the bell. 

After a half minute or so the door swung open and I was greeted by Jocelyn, a thirty something redheaded friend of Candy's who let me in and led the way back into the kitchen. 

Although she'd been the redhead at the ballpark the first day I'd met Candy, I'd really just formally met Jocelyn the last time Candy and I had been able to get together. We'd stopped and had a drink together at one of the neighborhood bars and Jocelyn was with her. 

When we came into the kitchen Candy was preparing salads for our dinner. She stopped and gave me a kiss and hug saying, "God I've missed you," while she held my face between the palms of her two hands and looked into my eyes. 

"And I missed you more then I thought possible," I replied before kissing her again. 

After Candy and I stepped apart Jocelyn asked, "Like some wine and cheese and crackers while we wait on supper?" 

"Sounds good to me," I said. 

Jocelyn took down another wine glass and poured from the bottle of Pinot Noir that was in the bucket on the island counter top. 

I volunteered to cook the veal chops Candy had for our meal and prepared Veal Piccata. While seasoning some flour I asked, "Is Richard joining us?" 

Candy cheerfully said, "No, he's out for the evening with one of his friends." 

"Should we fix him something for later?" I asked. 

Candy thought a moment then replied, "It's unlikely we'll see him this evening, he'll eat out I think. I don't believe we'll need to make him anything." 

I nodded and went back to preparing the veal, shaking some of the excess flour from the cutlet I'd just coated. 

The three of us chatted about this and that while I cooked, sharing what had been happening in our lives. Candy filled me in on her potential acquisition and asked my opinion of a couple of points. 

Once we sat for dinner along with the veal we shared good conversation and a bottle of red Meritage before clearing the table. After the dishwater was loaded we moved into the living room. 

Candy put on a CD of romantic music suitable for slow dancing and she and I danced for a couple songs, kissing each other occasionally as Jocelyn danced with her wine glass. 

At the end of the second or third song Candy said, "I want you to dance with Jocelyn too, ok?" 

Taking the redhead into my arms I could feel as we danced she had quite a firm little body, which she was not shy about pressing against me. 

After Jocelyn and I had danced for a couple of songs Candy came over and we all placed our arms around each other and swayed to the music as a threesome. It was a little awkward but very intimate. 

After a few minutes of dancing together like this Candy leaned in and kissed me passionately. Then afterwards she looked up at me with her eyes burning bright and shiny and with a slightly devious leer playing on her lips she turned to Jocelyn and kissed her as passionately as she had me. 

With our arms still around each other Jocelyn then stood up on her tip toes and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth before pulling away and kissing Candy again. 

Interested (go figure) in this turn of events I stepped back and the girls began to dance with each other and kiss. While they danced Jocelyn tightened her hold on Candy and kissed her with great fervor, her hands caressing Candy's back and ass over her clothing. 

Sitting on the sofa sipping my wine, I watched these two very attractive women move sensually to the music and make out, their hands moving familiarly over each others bodies. 

Dancing and kissing their way through one last song Candy stepped out of Jocelyn's arms, took her hand and they walked together toward the staircase. Pausing at the bottom, both women turned to me and Candy asked, "are you coming up too?" 

Now, while I didn't exactly leap off the sofa like I'd been shot from a catapult; you know you have to be cool about these things, I also didn't hesitate a second accepting Candy's invitation and joined them as they went up the staircase. 

Entering Candy's bedroom we all stood together again for a group kiss, our hands roaming freely over each others body until Candy and Jocelyn began to open each others blouses. 

I stepped back to watch them and began to undress myself casting a wary eye to the mirrored closet door and wondered for a moment if Richard were really out on a date or actually behind that door. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 03



By the time I was down to my underwear Candy was nude and laying back on the bed stretching languidly as Jocelyn, still in bra and panties walked the few steps over to the bed and lay face down next to her and immediately they went back to kissing and fondling each other. 

Sitting in a chair next to the bed that Candy had sat and masturbated in during an earlier visit I watched as these two beautiful women made love to each other. 

As they kissed, Candy had one hand on the back of Jocelyn's neck and the other running up and down the redhead's back and into her panties feeling her ass. 

It was obvious, at least to me, this was not the first time these two had been together. There was too much familiarity, too much comfort with each other for it to have been. 

With one hand Candy undone Jocelyn's bra and freed her 36A breasts. After dropping the bra onto the floor she rolled Jocelyn onto her back and began to nuzzle her neck, then licked and kissed down to the redhead's pert little, not quite a handful sized freckled breasts. 

Jocelyn's nipples were pink and hard standing up on her bumpy areoles as Candy took one between her lips and nursed on it. She sucked and played with each of the redhead's nipples in turn before putting her hand inside her lover's panties and cupping her sex. Jocelyn's hips moved around as Candy's hand played between her legs. 

I moved to the bed, leaned over and kissed Jocelyn as Candy's mouth continued to move back and forth, sucking each of her friend's nipples in turn as her fingers played with the redhead's pussy. 

Jocelyn placed her hand behind my head, her fingers splayed wide in my hair as she sucked on my tongue, moaning into my mouth as Candy never stopped playing with her pussy and sucking her nipples. 

After Jocelyn and I had made out for about a minute and a half or so, Candy began to move south, her hands pulling Jocelyn's panties down her long thin legs as she went. 

Candy's mouth trailed the rest of her body as she kissed and nibbled her way down Jocelyn. Half on her knees and half crawling she slipped her body between the other women's spread legs as she moved slowly downward. After slipping the panties off, Candy placed her hands back on Jocelyn's breasts, gently squeezing and kneading them, playing with the nipples. Now lying on the bed between the redhead's thighs her hands moved down from Jocelyn's breasts, moving caressingly over the redhead's belly, through the thick pelt of red pubic hair and over the top of her thighs. Then finally Candy's fingers parted her lover's lips. 

As her fingers held Jocelyn spread open Candy looked at her lover's pussy for a second or two before licking it with just the tip of her tongue, but just two or three times before placing her face fully into the inviting treat in front of her. Her open mouth plastered itself to Jocelyn's pussy looking as if she were about to take a big bite out of a piece of delicious watermelon or something just as sweet and succulent. 

As Candy went down on Jocelyn she had her eyes closed, her mouth tight against the redhead's pussy, her tongue, lips and mouth working against it. Her hands kept Jocelyn's lips spread wide for her mouth to do its hungry work between them. And good work they must have been doing as Jocelyn's breathing deepened and she moaned as Candy went down on her. 

Turning my head for a second to watch as Candy ate Jocelyn I can see she is indeed a natural redhead with a full thick bush. All I can see of Candy's face is from her eyes up, that part above the fluffy red forest of hair. 

Since Candy has left them alone and unattended my fingers go to Jocelyn's nipples and play with them as she reaches up and pulls my mouth back down to hers so we can kiss some more, her tongue pushing its way insistently into my mouth. 

Jocelyn and I make out for about two minutes more then I slide off the bed. I walk around behind Candy and lick my way slowly up her thighs until reaching the round globes of her ass. My mouth moves over the smooth twin globes of her rear, kissing and nibbling at them as my hands knead their flesh. 

Lying face down between Jocelyn's legs Candy spread her own legs wider for me as she continued to eat Jocelyn's pussy. Her head moved from side to side and up and down as she kept her mouth plastered to the redhead's snatch. Both women were moaning audibly; Jocelyn to Candy's oral efforts and Candy as she savored her lovers delicious pussy. 

Jocelyn, who is now playing with her own nipples rolls and stretches them between her thumb and forefinger as she lies back enjoying the head she's receiving from her best friend. 

In the position she's in; lying face down between Jocelyn's legs, her own legs spread, her bent arms resting on top of the redhead's thighs, her hands holding the pussy her mouth is against spread open, I can't lick Candy's pussy but I can finger her. 

My hands move up her thighs from the back of her knees, my thumbs on the inside of her legs, caressing Candy's thigh muscles as they move nearer to their goal. When they reach the tops of her thighs I turn my hands and slide them inside her legs. The sides of the fingers of my right hand brush against her pussy lips and I can feel how wet she is. Moving my hands from the inside of her thighs my fingers part her lips and my thumb slips easily into her. As it sinks inside her I move two fingers down between her lips, parting them until my fingers are lying along each side of her clit. I pump my thumb in and out of her a couple of times, my fingers rubbing her clit. Then I position myself so I can continue to finger her as I push my face between the cheeks of her ass and eat her. Her clit hardens against my fingers, her pussy grasps at my thumb and she pushes her ass back against my probing tongue as she now fingers and continues to lick her redheaded friend. 

Nearly two minutes later, as I continued to finger Candy and eat her ass, Jocelyn placed one hand behind Candy's head and humped her hips against the brunettes face. She stretched her right nipple amazingly far, her face contorted into a grimace as the first wave of her orgasm rolled over her. Moaning loudly, her back arched, she pulled Candy's face tighter against her pussy, holding it there as she moved her hips in a fucking motion against Candy's mouth, breathing erratically as each wave of her orgasm rolls over her. Suddenly Jocelyn collapsed, releasing Candy's head and her own nipple and she lay breathing deeply, her chest heaving. 

Pulling her pussy off my fingers and her ass away from my probing tongue, Candy crawled atop Jocelyn, who's hugging the brunette to her. 

As they kiss she can taste her own pussy on Candy's mouth and I can hear Jocelyn moaning as their lips and tongues move together. Jocelyn has one arm wrapped around Candy's shoulders and the other hand is on the small of Candy's back, the tips of her small and ring fingers just inside the top of Candy's ass crack as the two women's tongues do battle. 

With the two women laying one atop the other, their legs spread I look up and can see pussy over pussy, just an arms reach away. What a beautiful sight it is too. Both women's pussies are wet, glistening in the subdued light of Candy's bedroom. The inner lips of both women are splayed open and the pink insides of their respective holes are open to my view. Jocelyn's lips are red and puffy from the oral stimulation they'd received. Candy's are not quite as red or puffy but they are just as beautiful as Jocelyn's nonetheless. 

After they share a final kiss they separate and Candy rolls onto her back and lies alongside her friend. As I crawl further up onto the bed they scoot apart making room between them for me. 

Lying on my back between them, my arm around each woman, Candy rolls over and lays her upper torso across my left side, throws her left leg over mine and brings her lips to mine. As we kiss I can still taste a trace of Jocelyn on her mouth. 

Jocelyn is lying on her side on my right and has her hand on my chest playing with my nipples and chest hair, watching as Candy and I kiss. 

After a minute or so Jocelyn, not wanting to be left out, reaches up and pulls my mouth from Candy's and then brings hers to mine. Pressing her lips to mine she thrust her tongue into my mouth, making a small sound of contentment in her throat as she did. 

Back and forth we kiss each other in turn, the two women not in competition with each other, but each in need of fulfilling their own desire to be kissed. 

After several minutes of kissing, Jocelyn takes hold of my erection and strokes me as she moves her body down mine. She licks and sucks my nipples for a minute or so before moving further down, taking my cock into her mouth after licking up the precum that had leaked from me. 

As Jocelyn sucked me Candy laid her head on my shoulder, her fingers now playing with my chest hair and watched as her friends head bobbed on my cock. 

Jocelyn's tongue and lips moved up and down the shaft of my cock and around the head before she moved down and sucked my balls into her mouth. After she'd sucked my balls for a bit she licked her way back up the shaft, her tongue swirling around and over the head several times before she swallowed me. 

Candy lay beside me for two or three minutes watching as Jocelyn sucked my cock then she got off the bed and went to her dresser. From one of the drawers she removed a strap-on dildo and harness. Putting the strap-on on herself she pulled it up and adjusted the straps and tightened them. Then as she walked back around to the foot of the bed the six inch dildo bounced obscenely with each step she took. 

Getting onto the bed behind Jocelyn she pulled the redhead onto her knees then knelt and licked her pussy from behind for a minute or so. Then getting onto her feet and squatting behind Jocelyn she placed the head of the dildo between her friend's lips and rubbed it up and down the length of her pussy wetting it. She rubbed the outside of Jocelyn's pussy with the dildo for almost a minute before she placed the head at the mouth of her pussy and pushed it slowly into her. 

As Jocelyn's passion rose from being fucked by Candy her sucking of my cock became even more passionate as well. She moaned onto my cock as she was rode from behind, the vibrations of her moans adding to an already fantastic oral treat. As her passion increased the movements of her mouth along my cock would leave no part of my six inches untouched. At times her lips would be flat against my pubic hair, my cock head in her throat as Candy pounded into her. 

Candy's hands were on Jocelyn's hips as she drove the faux cock in and out of the redhead, her tits bouncing as her hips slammed against Jocelyn's ass. From time to time Candy would look down between them to where the rubber phallus slid in and out of her friend. Other times she'd have her head up, maybe rolled to one side, her eyes closed with her lower lip between her teeth as she sawed the redhead's pussy with the dildo. And yet at other times she and I would look at each other and smile, or blow a kiss or just stare into each other's eyes. But no matter which of these things she was doing it was all sexy as hell. 

Not wanting to cum just yet I pulled my cock from Jocelyn's mouth, who relinquished it with a slurping sound. I flipped around and kissed her as Candy continued to pound her pussy from behind. Jocelyn moaned into my mouth as we kissed, her breathing very ragged against my face. 

After being fucked by Candy's rubber cock for another two or three minutes Jocelyn reached her second climax of the evening. She pulled her mouth from mine and her hands clenched the bedspread in her fists as she buried her face into it, moaning and saying something incoherent, her words muffled by the bedspread. Her hips rolled and pushed back against Candy as she continued to cum, the muscles in her arms taut, her fingers claw-like on the bedspread as her orgasm rolled over her. Finally, slowly, she stopped moving and relaxed, still on her knees, breathing deeply, her head now turned to the side as it rested on the mattress, her open hands cupped over the little mounds of bedspread she'd made with her clenched fists. 

Candy held her hips against her lover's, the dildo still buried deep inside her for ten or fifteen seconds after she went still. Then Candy pulled the dildo from her lover's pussy and stood on the bed. 

Jocelyn flipped around taking the fake dick into her mouth, cleaning her own juices from it. Jocelyn licked and sucked the dildo like it was a real dick and almost a minute and a half passed before she was satisfied she'd gotten all there was to get from the dildo. 

Then she rolled over and lay on her back between Candy's wide spread feet. She reached up and urged Candy down with her hands pulling on her legs until she was kneeling over Jocelyn's face, the rubber dick hanging out in front of her obscenely. 

As Jocelyn ate her pussy I moved and knelt on the bed behind Candy's kneeling form and reached around and played with her breasts and nipples. I nibbled and kissed her neck as Candy leaned back against me, her head tilted to one side exposing her neck to my mouth. 

In my arms Candy moaned from the attention she was receiving from Jocelyn and I, the moan sounding almost like a cat-like purr. 

But was Candy's contentment from her pussy being eaten, her breasts and nipples being played with or from her neck being nibbled and kissed? Did it matter? No. Jocelyn and I weren't in competition, but shared a common purpose, Candy's enjoyment and satisfaction; just as earlier Jocelyn's had been the purpose. No, there definitely wasn't any competition here between Candy's lovers, just mutual passion and desire. 

Reaching down Candy undid and removed the strap-on tossing it aside then fell over into a 69 position with Jocelyn. Jocelyn placed her hand over her sex as a signal to Candy not to do anything, she was too sensitive still, and so Candy laid her head on the redhead's leg. 

I picked up the strap-on and removed the dildo from the harness. Rubbing the head of the dildo up and down between the cheeks of her ass Candy moaned, picked her head up from Jocelyn's thigh, looked back at me and said, "Do it." 

Going to the night side stand I picked up a tube of lube she had there. Getting back behind Candy I leaned over and licked her asshole for twenty or thirty seconds as Jocelyn lapped at her pussy. 

Then I squeezed out some of the lube onto my finger and smeared it on and over her asshole, working it inside of her one finger at a time. As I probed Candy's ass with my finger I looked down at Jocelyn, who as she licked and sucked Candy's pussy watched as I played with her lover's asshole. 

In no time Candy had three of my fingers inside her ass. I worked them in and out of her, opening her, getting her ready for the dildo. 

In frustration she looked back at me again and said desperately, "Put it in, oh please put it in and fuck my ass." 

Picking the dildo up from the bed I rubbed the head in the lube smeared around her rear hole then pushed it slowly into her. Candy was able to take the dildo to the base after only about six or seven shorter in and out strokes. 

Once I had it almost all the way inside her Candy looked over her shoulder at me again and said, "Go ahead and fuck my ass hard now. Fuck my asshole good and hard baby. Fuck my nasty ass and make me cum." 

I pulled the dildo almost all the way out then pushed it all back in, long stroking her ass with the dildo, picking up the pace and force that I fucked her with. In no time I was shoving the dildo in and out of her ass at the rate of about one stroke a second or so. All the way in, except for the piece I was holding on to, and all the way out the rubber dick moved in and out of her. A couple times I accidentally pulled the dildo all the way out but her asshole remained open ready to accept it immediately back in. 

From the combined stimulations of Jocelyn licking and sucking on her pussy and her ass being fucked it only took about two and a half minutes before Candy began to cum, her moans filling the room in a series of "oh, oh, oh's" as she pushed back to meet the thrusts of the rubber cock in her ass. 

"Fuuuck, fuck my ass, fuck itttt," she said between gasping breaths as I continued to pound away at her with the dildo. 

When she'd had enough she fell forward pulling her pussy away from Jocelyn's mouth, her head around the redhead's knees. When she fell forward the dildo slipped from my hand and she laid atop Jocelyn breathing deeply, the dildo sticking out of her ass. 

I had to walk around to the side of the bed to do it but once I'd pulled the faux cock from inside her, she rolled off Jocelyn and they lay head to foot with Candy still trying to get her breath. 

I walked to the other side of the bed and lay the dildo on top of a hand towel on the night side stand. Then I turned and reached over the bed and pulled Jocelyn's ass around and to the edge of the mattress. Then I knelt on the floor and ate her for several minutes savoring the flavor of her heated, wet, twice cum pussy. 

You know that old song "Some of my favorite things"? Well two of my many favorite things are the first kiss with someone and the first taste of their pussy. And I'd had both this evening with Jocelyn.

Damn, and didn't Jocelyn taste wonderful. I loved her taste and smell and the way her pussy felt against my mouth and tongue. There were two distinct tastes to Jocelyn, one was the flavor of her natural lube and the other was the flavor of her orgasmic fluids. Which was which, I didn't know? But I certainly hoped I'd have another opportunity to find out. 

I stopped eating her before she came, although she was well on the way to getting there from the way her hands held my head in place and her other reactions. 

Standing back up between her legs I lifted them and pulled her ass closer to the edge of the bed into position to fuck her. As I entered her she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in with her feet. Without moving my hips I leaned over to kiss her for a moment, her right arm going around my neck. Then as we kissed I began to fuck her pussy, slowly at first but was able to move more when she released me from our kiss and I stood. She's very wet, and obviously from the stimulation and two orgasms she's had, she should be. But surprisingly after having been fucked so well by Candy and her dildo she's also still very tight. As I pump in and out of her Jocelyn's pussy walls grasp at my cock and she pulls me into her with her heels setting the pace she wants. As I stand over her, fucking in and out, my hands are on either side on her waist and her own hands are at her tits playing with her nipples. 

A couple minutes later Candy moved around and over next to Jocelyn and with her two hands spread the redhead's lips wide then using her fingertip rubbed her friend's clit back and forth, left to right. 

My cock moving in and out of her and Candy playing with her clit combine to make Jocelyn come quickly. When she does her legs clamp around my waist, her back arches and she throws her head back, her mouth open as if in a silent scream. Her nipples are trapped between the ends of her curled fingers and the palms of her hand as she squeezes and pulls them through the end of her orgasm. 

As she collapsed onto the bed and released me from between her legs I pulled my cock from her pussy and sat in the chair by the bed, my hard cock sticking up, glistening with Jocelyn's juices. 

Candy's hand moves to Jocelyn's pussy and she buries three fingers inside her friend as deep as she can. Candy moved her fingers around a bit then pulled them out and put them into her mouth one at a time, savoring the taste as she cleaned Jocelyn's juices from her fingers. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 03



We all stayed as we were for a bit and after a few minutes rest Jocelyn got off the bed and picked up the dildo from the night side stand and went into the bathroom with it. A moment later we heard water running in the sink, presumably so she could wash the sex toy. After about a minute the water turned off and fifteen, twenty seconds later Jocelyn came back into the bedroom with the dildo wrapped in a towel as she dried it. She placed it back into the harness and put it on herself, having to readjust the straps from where they'd been set for Candy's body. 

Fully strapped in Jocelyn pulled the straps that rode across her hips up a little higher as she looked down at the rubber cock sticking out in front of her. Then she wrapped her hand around the shaft at the base of the fake cock and shook it as she looked at me sitting in the chair and said, "Get on the bed on your back." When I had she told Candy, "Now you get on top of him." 

From her face down prone position on the bed Candy got onto her knees and straddled me as Jocelyn took hold of my cock and aimed it at her brunette friend's pussy. With her hand on the lower part of Candy's back she directed her to sit back down onto my cock. With Jocelyn lining things up I slid into Candy's warm, wet sheath, and then she began to move up and down on me, her hands resting on each side of my head on the pillow. 

Jocelyn smacked Candy once hard on her ass and said, "Not yet, you slut." Then she directed Candy, "Lean forward on top of Bill and stay still." 

Jocelyn picked up the tube of lube I'd used earlier and smeared some more of it onto Candy's asshole and then some onto the dildo. 

I'm thinking Candy just got her ass fucked and now Jocelyn wants to do it again? 

But Candy clarified the issue immediately saying excitedly, "Oh goody a DP." 

Getting on the bed behind her, Jocelyn straddled my legs and worked the head of the dildo into Candy's ass. I can see her looking down between them as she alternates pushing her hips slightly forward then rocking them back out as Candy's ass opens to accept the dildo again. 

Once Jocelyn has the dildo inside Candy's ass she tells her, "Go ahead you can move now." And as Jocelyn and I basically stay still Candy fucks herself on our cocks. 

After about two and a half minutes Candy's exhausted herself and can't move anymore. When she sees Candy fading Jocelyn begins to fuck her from behind, her movements causing Candy to ride back and forth on my cock. 

My fingers are on her nipples playing with them as I'd seen her do with them herself many times. 

Candy's eyes are closed, she's breathing hard and saying in between pants, "Fuck my pussy…oh yeah and fuck my ass too…oh God I love it…fuck me…fuck me harder…oh shit…fuck me." 

Jocelyn's hands are on Candy's hips as she slams the dildo into her lover's asshole and in another three minutes or so Candy cums again, loudly saying, "oh, oh, oh," then, "oh my Gawd," as she rides the wave of her orgasm. 

I can feel Candy's pussy clasping my cock as it contracts during her orgasm. It washes over her quickly, but intensely and when it passes, she falls forward and to my left side onto the bed, the dildo and my cock slipping from inside her. 

I watched Candy's face as she fucked herself and as Jocelyn and I fucked her too. So many different looks crossed it as we made love to her. When Jocelyn first pressed the dildo into her ass her eyes were closed, but not tightly and her mouth was relaxed, slightly open, her lips covering her teeth, but not curled over them as she breathed through her open mouth. 

As Jocelyn pushed the dildo deeper into her, her eyes remained closed and her mouth formed a silent "oh" as Candy blew out a breath and her face took on a slight smile. 

Then after Jocelyn told her to start moving her eyes opened, but only halfway and I'm sure they saw only what was playing on the screen in her mind. She alternately sucked on her bottom lip and opened and breathed in through her mouth as she pushed herself back onto the twin cocks. 

At times as she fucked herself, her face took on an almost angelic look, a look of peace and satisfaction. But as her legs tired out I saw her eyes squeeze tight, saw her bite her bottom lip harder and watched as her forehead wrinkled into a deep frown as she tried desperately to work through her fatigue. 

Once Candy could no longer move for herself and Jocelyn had to start moving for her, Candy's face relaxed. Her eyes remained closed at first, her lips parted and a smile slowly came back to her face. Her mouth smiling, she'd bite on her lower lip, sometimes opening her eyes and looking at something imaginary on the head board or something far away through the window of her mind. She'd blow out through her lips which were formed into an "oh", then part her lips slightly and breathe in again. 

As she neared her orgasm Candy's hands were on the pillow and her elbows rested on my shoulders as the dildo is driven into her from behind. Her breathings ragged through her slightly open mouth, her lips pulled back baring her teeth which were parted just a bit. And now when open her eyes are two burning coals of desire. 

When she came her face scrunched up, her eyes closed tightly into a squint, her bare teeth clenched together. Her orgasm rolling over her she could neither breath in or out and her face turned downward as if to look at her breasts. 

The waves of her orgasm passed now, her head came back up, her face slowly relaxing, to a point where it appears she could have been asleep sitting up, breathing through her mouth as she fell off onto the bed beside me. 

Just watching Candy's face you could tell the story of the rise of her passion, the pleasure of sex savored, through the release of her pent-up sexual desire. Even if you were watching a silent movie and seen only her face, you'd known what was going on. 

When Candy slid off and lay next to me, Jocelyn got onto her feet and walked on the bed until she was standing above me. She bent over, held my cock in her hand then squatted and put it into her ass. Sitting down on me burying my cock in her she began to ride up and down in long, quick strokes, her rubber cock bouncing off my stomach as she fucked herself on my cock. 

Her eyes are tightly closed, her hands at her nipples, pulling them, stretching them, pulling one tiny tit up, one tiny tit down, back and forth as she rode my cock and I know it'll not be long before I cum too. 

Jocelyn's bouncing up and down, abusing her nipples as she says, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," over and over until, as if sensing my approaching nut she suddenly hopped off me and scooted back. Taking my cock in her hand she jerked me just a few times until I blew my load up into the air. 

Some of my cum spurted onto her face landing on her forehead, lying across the bridge of her nose and down onto her cheek, the rest plopping back down onto my stomach. 

She released my now softening cock and using one of her fingers scooped up the cum that had landed on her face. Jocelyn put that finger into her mouth and closed her lips around it, sucking it clean. Then she leaned forward and licked my cum off my stomach. 

Finished cleaning me Jocelyn crawled up and lay down on her side against my right side, the dildo and harness still attached to her. Candy rolled over onto her side and cuddled up against my left side. 

Each of us was spent by then and fell asleep entwined together on the bed. I rose about four a.m., wrote a note thanking them for such a wonderful evening and explained they looked so angelic sleeping I didn't have the heart to wake them before leaving. I kissed each sleeping woman on the forehead, covered them with a blanket then headed home to get ready for work.



My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 04



This is chapter four in the story of my long term affair with a women I'd come to love very much. In fact I honestly believe I loved her as much as I did my wife, although admittedly my wife still held an advantage over my lover. 

The first part of this chapter is non-sexual, although there were definite sexual undertones involved, and is told to explain how I ended up in the situation that followed.

Candy and I have been involved intimately for almost a year now. We're able to get together at least two to three times a week and when my wife travels out of town on business, we spend most of those nights together too. Also since we work in the same industry we attend a lot of the same seminars and other industry meetings so this too allows us to spend time together. 

Now we don't necessarily have sex every time we meet, our relationship is deeper than that. But Candy is a very passionate and sexual person so consequently our sex life is healthy and robust. When we have gotten together for sex we've met variously at hotels, at her office or at her house. We've also had sex in public a few times because it seems Candy has a thing for semi-public sex. On top of this, about seven or eight months ago Candy brought her long time female lover Jocelyn into our sex life. So between my wife, Candy and Jocelyn I was a busy boy in the sex department. I had no need or desire to look elsewhere for sex and frankly had about all I could handle at the moment.

One of the things I loved about Candy was she was spontaneous and unpredictable when it came to sex. She'd initiate sex at the oddest times and in the oddest places, for instance our first sexual encounter, the men's room at a lounge. At other times she'd slip into a role to do a little sexual role playing and not always tell you about it, so it sometimes caught me by surprise. Yes being with Candy was never dull, but sometimes her unpredictability was a little off-putting. Like the time… 
My wife and I were out for the evening and had stopped for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. They weren't ready to seat us when we'd arrived even though we had a reservation because they were incredibly busy, especially for a weeknight. 

As we stood near the hostess station talking someone touched my arm and said, "Hello, there! So good to see you again, it's been such a long time." 

Turning I see Candy standing there along with a young, attractive black woman. It was absolutely unexpected seeing Candy at this restaurant tonight and knowing how unpredictable she is my pucker factor shot up by about 50%. But keeping my cool I introduced her to my wife Helen and Candy introduced us to her companion, Darla. 

I reminded my wife, "Candy's the owner of the company where I'd worked on that project several months ago." 

My wife said, "oh, yes, the woman from our son's ball game." 

Candy replied, "That's right, you have a good memory." 

"Not always," my wife replied. 

Candy said, "I really didn't expect them to be so busy tonight. Do you folks have a reservation?" 

Nodding I said, "Yes, we do." 

Speaking to Darla Candy said, "I doubt we'll be able to get a table without a reservation as busy as they are. You mind going elsewhere for dinner?" 

In my mind I almost let out a sigh of relief. And then my wife spoke up. 

"Why don't you have dinner with us?" she offered. 

Candy asked, "Are you sure you won't mind? We'd hate to impose." 

Helen responded, "Of course not, they'll seat us at a table for four, plenty of room for everyone. Please you're most welcome to join us." 

Candy smiled sweetly and said, "Well, in that case we'd certainly love to have dinner with you." 

Standing with what I'm sure was a stupid smile on my face, my P-factor rose another ten points. When the Hostess called to seat us I let her know we'd be four now and she said, "No problem." 

"So you say," I thought.

When we sat my wife was to my right and Darla to my left, which left Candy seated across from me next to my wife. Going through my mind was the adage "you danced the dance now it's time to pay the fiddler". But I was determined to get through this evening without having a heart attack, although I guess that would have been just desserts for my adultery. 

After we were seated and had ordered a drink Candy said, "Darla and I are here because she's leaving the company. She's been with us for quite some time and since she's also been one of my most reliable employees I wanted to take her out and give her this small note of thanks for a job well done." 

Darla explained, "I really don't want to leave; it's a great job and Candy is wonderful to work for. I'll really miss working there but I have to go home to Philadelphia to tend my sick mother." 

My wife and I expressed our condolences on her mother's illness and prayers she'd soon recover. 

Candy asked, "So are you two out for a special occasion or just dining out tonight?" 

My wife responded, "Oh no, nothing special, just eating out." 

To my wife's response, specifically the 'eating out' part, Candy placed her hand on my wife's forearm, raised her eyebrows, gave a Cheshire cat grin and said, "Hmmm, sounds like fun." 

My wife is definitely not a prude so I wasn't worried about any negative reaction to Candy's turning her comment into a double entendre. But the circumstances of the situation were having a definite effect on me and I could plainly see that Candy was going to push the envelope tonight and hoped she wouldn't go too far. 

During our meal we shared good conversation over a variety of topics and it seemed to smooth out some even though Candy involved my wife in private conversation several times. I didn't mind they talked, not at all. But I hoped Candy wouldn't make a statement of any kind about our relationship. Regardless of how subtle Candy would think she was being, Helen was quite astute and could possibly pick up on something. This was my concern with their talking.

And during one of these private conversations they put their heads together, Candy whispering something into my wife's ear. Then they both looked at me, then each other and then both burst out laughing simultaneously. 

Then after their laughter subsided, and as Helen whispered back into her ear, Candy, who had her hand on my wife's forearm, looked my way with that damned devilish grin of hers on her face and pursed her lips at me. 

Cheeky to say the least; but this was Candy being the quintessential Candy. 

When they separated she looked into Helen's eyes, held her hand and said most seriously, "Most men do honey, most men do, being the pigs they are." And then they both burst out laughing again. 

Not leaving Darla out of the joke, Candy leaned over and whispered into her ear, evidently sharing what she and my wife had talked about. 

Darla smiled then said, "Oh you are so right, men are such pigs." 

In addition to the private conversations, during drinks, the appetizers, dinner and now after dinner, Candy seemed to go out of her way to touch my wife as often as possible. She'd placed her hand on Helen's arm or hand several times as they talked, letting her hand linger. 

After dinner when the bus boy had cleared our tableware and while we waited for the waitress to bring our coffee Candy announced, "Well, I've got to go to the little girls room, anyone want to accompany me?" 

Given my previous experience with Candy and a restroom it was a good thing I wasn't eating or drinking anything because I probably would have choked on it. 

My wife said, "I'll come; I can never wait until I get home." 

Once Candy again gave me that devilish look of hers and said as she put her hand on my wife's arm…again, "Helen, you can come with me anytime you want," her emphases on the word 'come'. And as if that wasn't enough she went on, "And poor dear, I know what you mean," adding as she looked at me, "sometimes you just can't wait to get home to take care of certain things." 

As they left the table Candy, who was trailing, looked back and playfully smirked at me and I thought, "Oh boy, this isn't going to be pretty." Any reduction of my P-factor that may have occurred during dinner was wiped out and it soared to new heights with this turn of events. 

Darla and I made idle chit chat as I waited for them to return, or for the bomb to fall, and the six or seven minutes they were gone seemed like an hour. 

The waitress arrived with our coffee about the same time Helen and Candy returned to our table. As they sat Candy looked at me smiling, raised and lowered her eyebrows rapidly a couple of times as if to say she'd been naughty. 

I knew nothing happened because if it had my wife would have gone ballistic. In all the years we've been married, even though I've made numerous attempts, I've never been able to get her interested in swinging and she definitely had no sexual feeling for other women. If something had happened in the restroom the whole restaurant would have known about it, so I knew Candy was just fucking with me. 

Don't get me wrong, I would have LOVED for something to have happened sexually between them, with my wife being a willing participant, but I know it wouldn't have worked out that way. 

Nothing more occurred during dessert and coffee to make me uneasy about the situation. We finished our meal with pleasant conversation, laughing and joking. 

When the checks came Candy grabbed both. She said, "Since you folks were kind enough to share your table with us, you have to let me pick up the tab."

My wife thanked her and we finished our coffee as we waited for the waitress to bring Candy's credit card and receipt back. 

Outside the restaurant we said our goodbyes and my wife and I walked to our car in one direction as the other two women walked to theirs in the other. 

Hand and hand we strolled to our car and as we drove home my wife said, "I enjoyed dinner very much. Candy and Darla were very nice and that Candy is a hoot, although she is a little touchy-feely. But I enjoyed our little visit." 

I hoped she'd get around to telling me what the joke had been about and knew she would in her own time, so I decided to be patient. 

We lay in bed that evening, reading when she asked, "Were you upset by our laughing at you?" 

Finally!! I lay my book down and said, "No, I figured it was just girl talk." 

"It kind of was. What Candy whispered to me was, "Your husband must be pleased with himself, being seen having dinner with three lovely women and could I imagine what fantasies were running through your mind at the possibilities?"" 

"What did you tell her?" 

"The truth, that I knew you had fantasies of me being with another woman or really about any women playing together." 

Laying there I thought a minute before telling her with a playful pout, "There you go again, tormenting me about my fantasies of you with other women." 

Playfully she said, like all the other times before, "You'll get over it." 

Shortly thereafter we turned out the lights and fell asleep snuggled together, our legs intertwined as usual.

The next morning as I drove to work Candy called my cell and I asked, probably a little snippier then I intended, "What was that about last night?" 

She said, her voice almost pleading, "I swear it was innocent, I had no idea you and Helen would be there. I was just taking Darla out for dinner because she really is going back to Philadelphia because of her sick mother. We just ran into you on coincidence." 

I thought a moment and concluded what Candy said was probably true. I had mentioned to her Helen and I was going out to dinner but hadn't said where. And there are so many fine restaurants in town there was no way for her to guess which we would go to. 

Finally I said, "Ok, I can buy that. But do you know what you put me through last night, showing up unexpectedly like that?" 

She laughed and said, "Oh, I've got an idea. But my darling sweetheart, that was nothing compared to what I intend to put you through." 

I asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?" 

She said, "Not now, let's meet for lunch and I'll explain." 

When I couldn't get anything more from her I suggested the time and place for lunch and she agreed. 

We met for lunch at a friend's restaurant. Candy knew the restaurant but didn't know I was close friends with the owner. The restaurant was upscale and had an old world feel but the reason I suggested this place was because it has several booths surrounded by heavy drapes offering privacy to diners, and my friend is very discreet. 

I was already seated in one of these booths when Candy arrived and she slipped in next to me. She leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the mouth. 

Sitting back we ordered cocktails and when the waiter left I asked with no prelude, "Ok, what are you up to now?" 

Candy gave me an impish smile and said, "My, but aren't we impatient?" 

"Candy, I know you wouldn't do anything to harm me or Helen so I'm not concerned about that kind of thing in the least. But I also know you have a devious side. So again I ask what are you up to?" 

She smiled and said sweetly after a long pause, "Helen's darling, I could just eat her up. I'd love to share her with you sometime or maybe even get her alone for myself. Hmmm, delicious I bet," then shrugged and shook her shoulders sexily at that final comment. 

"Candy even though I'd love it to, that would never happen because Helen has no sexual interest whatsoever in other women." 

"I know." 

"Then what are you asking?" 

She picked up her water glass and looked at me over the rim as she sipped, then set the glass down, picked up her napkin and dabbed her lips. 

I knew she was trying to control the pace of this conversation, trying to build up my anxiety. Just as she was about to finally say something the waiter appeared with our cocktails and I decided she was in fact succeeding at building up my anxiety. 

When the waiter left she picked up her cocktail glass but before she could take a sip I asked tersely, "Candy, what the fuck are you playing at?" 

She stopped with the glass midway off the table, looked at me with that impertinent grin of hers and said offhandedly, "One way or the other I'm going to get a taste of her pussy," and then sipped her drink. 

I was dumbstruck. All I could do was sit there staring at her wondering if I'd heard her right. If I had awoken that morning with my pillow glued to my head I couldn't have possibly been more surprised or shocked by that than at what Candy had just suggested. 

Putting her drink down on the table she casually continued, "It's up to you to figure out how to make it happen and if you don't help me do this…then I'll just have to do it on my own." 

Got to admit the woman's got balls. 

I sat back thinking about all this when Candy said, "You know, I could throw a party, we get her drunk and then I could do whatever I wanted." 

I looked sharply at Candy and said, "No, if something like this were to happen it would have to be with her knowledge and willingness. But never like that." 

Candy smiled that fucking evil little grin of hers and said, "There's no "if" honey, I told you, this will happen. And I'm not going to wait forever either. You know I have limited patience when I want something and can't have it. So you better think about it very hard and come up with something quickly," then took another taste of her cocktail as she stared at me. 

She let me stew in my thoughts for a couple minutes then sat forward, placed her hand on mine and said, "Oh don't worry darling, if I have to do it on my own I wouldn't involve you. You know I wouldn't want to mess up our thing, it's too important to me. I just mean if you can't figure a way for me to get what I'm asking then I'll have to try my damnest to get it for myself. I'll have to figure a way to seduce her, that's all. But I tell you what, if you do get me what I ask, I'll back off." Then with one of her impish looks on her face she said, "And you won't be sorry." 

The rest of lunch was spent talking about other things, but my thoughts were jumbled and confused. I honestly wanted to make this happen almost as badly as Candy did. But how could I make this happen without putting my marriage at risk? I knew this concern made no sense because I routinely put it at risk with all my other philandering. But this was somehow…different. 

We finished our meal and after Candy gave me another quick peck on the lips we went our separate ways. 

The next few days were difficult; I couldn't come up with any argument to use with my wife that I hadn't used before on the subject of swinging. No plan where I could innocently maneuver her into a situation where something could possibly happen between her and Candy. 

I knew the clock was running and didn't know where, when or how Candy would make her move if I didn't come through. And honestly I all but gave up and decided that perhaps the best way out of this, for me, was to let Candy try seduction, even though that route was fraught with danger for me. 

My wife and I awoke on Saturday morning and lay in bed cuddling and talking a few minutes when she got up and walked into the bathroom asking, "I'm going to shower, care to join me?" 

It's our routine to shower or bathe together when we're both home so this wasn't unusual. After we'd washed ourselves and each other my wife stepped out and dried as I shaved. 

After drying, she stepped into and pulled up her panties and stood in front of the mirror brushing her teeth. Standing in the open shower door I saw her in profile and had an epiphany, I knew how I was going to get Candy what she wanted. 

After drying I tossed the towel over the towel bar and stood beside her and brushed as well. I rushed through my oral routine so that I'd finish as she did. 

When she had I stepped over and scooped her up and walked back into our bedroom. As I threw Helen onto the bed she laughingly said, "What're you doing I don't have time for this." 
I jumped in beside her and kissed her then began to nibble on her neck just under her ear. Helen has a weakness for this and quickly lay still with a smile on her face and her eyes closed as I cupped her breast. I played with her nipples for several minutes, alternating kissing her mouth and nibbling her neck, before I moved my hand down into her panties. 

While my wife doesn't get so wet she can "soak a mattress" or anything like that, she does indeed get very wet when she's excited and I could feel her juices dampen her pussy as I played with her. In no time she was soaked and from then on I alternated rubbing her pussy under and on top of her panties. 

When I rubbed under it was to make her wetter and when I played on top it was to soak up some of those juices. Back and forth I went for about fifteen or twenty minutes, fingering her through several small orgasms and then I knelt and lifted her legs straight up into the air. I licked the back of her calves as I pulled her panties over her hips and up her legs. 

Pushing her legs apart I lay face down between them and pushed her panties between her lips and partially into her hole before removing them and pushing them under the covers at the foot of the bed. 

I ate Helen's pussy until she pulled me up on top of her, my cock finding its way on its own and slipping into her easily. 

We fucked at a steady rhythm, until she pushed me off saying, "Lie down on the bed." Then she got on top, held my cock and aimed it at her pussy then sat on it. 

She leaned forward holding herself up with her hands on the mattress as she kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. She rolled her hips fucking me for several minutes before she picked up her pace and rode my cock until she came, moaning and arching her back. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 04



Lying forward on top of me we cuddled for a few minutes until I softened and slipped out of her, having not cum and hoping she hadn't noticed. 

Helen lay on top of me until she turned her head and looked at the clock on the night side stand. When she saw the time she said, "Oh, shit." She gave me a quick kiss on the mouth then jumped off the bed saying, "I've got to get going. My appointment at the hairdresser is in twenty minutes." 

As she ran back into the bathroom I told her, "Well since you're getting your hair done I'm going out to the driving range." 

She said, "Ok. After the hairdresser I've got some shopping to do but should be home by one o'clock." 

I got up and began to dress as my wife hurried out of the bath and pulled another pair of clean panties out and put them on along with her bra. When she stepped into her closet to get the rest of her clothes I found the panties from the bed and stuffed them into my pocket. 

When she came from the closet carrying her slacks and blouse I kissed her and said, "I'll see you at one," then walked down to the kitchen. 

Opening the pantry I found a zip lock bag and put the panties in it, after holding them to my nose. I could smell Helen's delicious aroma on them and smiled. I squeezed out all the air from the baggie before sealing it and pushed it back into my pocket. Grabbing my keys and cell phone I jumped into my SUV and backed out the garage. 

Once on the road I dialed Candy and said to her, "I'm on my way over and have something for you." 

Excitedly she asked, "What? Tell me, tell me." 

I replied, "You'll just have to wait; I'll be there in ten minutes." 

Pulling into her drive eleven minutes later I was about to put my key into the front door lock when the door swung open and there stood Candy dressed in a pair of white shorts and a pink blouse tied under her breasts. 

She grabbed my hand and literally pulled me inside her foyer asking, "What do you have for me?" Candy was acting like a kid on Christmas morning she was so excited. 

After she'd pulled and tugged me into the living room we stood together as she lifted up on her toes, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. 

Our lips were pressed together just a second or two when she pulled her head back a bit, cocked it to one side, looked at me with her impish grin and said, "Someone's been eating pussy recently." Then Candy pressed her mouth back against mine again, kissing me passionately, hungrily. As part of our kiss she'd take her lips from mine for a couple of seconds, pulling her mouth away just far enough so her tongue can lick around the outside and into my mouth. 

While we kissed I pulled the baggie from my pocket and when we broke apart I held it up for her to see. 

She cocked her head from side to side looking at the contents of the baggie for a couple seconds. Then that evil grin of hers reappeared and she asked almost in a whisper, "Is that what I think it is?" 

Struggling to keep a straight, neutral face, I nodded. 

She took, rather she practically snatched the baggie from me and opened it only about halfway, held her nose to the opening and inhaled deeply, her eyes closing as she savored the aroma of Helen's pussy. 

Looking at me she asked, "How long?" 

"Within the past twenty, thirty minutes." 

Her eyes opened wide and she asked smiling, "You fuck her?" 

I nod in response. 

"You shower after?" 

I shook my head. 

She resealed the baggie saying, "This is for later," and put it into her pocket claiming the used panties as her own. As she opened my belt and fly she said, "For now I bet I can get a good taste down here," and as she knelt she pushed my pants and underwear down. 

She closely inspected my soft cock and commented, "You're still wet. Is it hers?" 

Knowing how freely my own natural precum flows I answered, "Mostly." 

She took my soft cock into her mouth, moaned then pressed her nose tightly against my pubes, again inhaling deeply. 

The head Candy gave me was as usual superior but I felt she was more cleaning up my wife's sex juices than sucking me. 

After she had cleaned as much as she could from my cock and pubes she stood and began to take off her shorts and panties as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants and underwear. 

From the floor Candy picked up her shorts and took the baggie from the pocket then dropped them again.  With the baggie in hand she walked around her coffee table and lay back on the seat and ottoman of her big old easy chair. She spread her legs, raised her knees and said, "Get on and fuck me right now lover."

Candy lifted her legs and I held them back with my hands on her thighs. As I mounted her she opened the baggie and took out the panties, opening them so she could inspect the crotch. As my cock slipped inside her pussy she rubbed her fingertip over the crotch panel of Helen's panties and said, "Ooooo, it's still wet." Then Candy pressed the crotch of the panties against her nose, her two hands cradling the panties and hiding her face from her nose down. 

As I fucked Candy she kept her eyes closed and moaned almost continuously into the panties, deeply inhaling Helen's scent and I'm sure licking at the crotch too. My cock fucked in and out of my lover for only about four minutes when she began to cum, her back arching as I drove hard and fast into her. Throughout her orgasm she held the panties pressed tightly against her face, saying something incoherent into them. 

After her orgasm peaked she collapsed into a heap where she lay. I looked down at Candy lying on the seat and ottoman of the chair with Helen's panties draped over her face as her chest heaved from the aftereffects of her orgasm. As I watched her I sat back on my heels which pulled my cock from inside her but I remained kneeling on the ottoman. 

After fifteen or twenty seconds Candy pulled the panties from her face and sat up, placing her feet on the floor on either side of the ottoman. She found the baggie and put the panties back into it, zipped it up, smiled at me and said, "I should be able to enjoy these awhile more," then put them aside. 

She held her arms open to me and I moved forward into them. We kissed, our tongues twisting together for nearly a minute. After the kiss she pressed her face into my chest, hugging me, holding me tight against her nearly another minute before she gently pushed me back and I stood up. 

Candy took hold of my cock and pulled me by it to her mouth as she sat on the edge of her chair. As I stood straddling the ottoman Candy's mouth moved up and down my cock, now cleaning her sex juices from me. With one hand she played with my balls and held me to her with her other hand on my ass. After only about three minutes of her excellent oral ministrations I shot my load down her throat.  Candy kept her mouth on my cock until I'd stopped shooting and had softened. Then she moved her head back and let my cock slip from between her closed lips. Her tongue continued to lick her lips for another second or two as she savored the taste of my cum.

Afterwards, she lay back on the chair on her side and lifted her feet onto the ottoman. She slid to one side of the seat so I could lie beside her. She lay pressed against my back, our legs intertwined as she stroked my hair.  We lay quietly for a bit then she said happily and with a touch of amazement, "I didn't think you'd do it, didn't think you could pull it off, but you did." 

"Satisfied?" 

She hesitated a moment then said, "For now." 

"I don't think you'll ever get more then what you got. Maybe that'll have to do." 

Saying nothing in response Candy lay against me, unmoving, her arm around me. But after a minute or so she said, "You delivered on what I asked for." Amused she added, "It may have been in a totally unexpected manner, but it was good enough." 

After another long pause as we cuddled she said, "You held up your end so…I'll hold up my end of the bargain and let it go." A moment later she again repeated, "For now." 

We lay together for another thirty minutes or so then I told her, "I don't want to but I've got to go. I promise I'll see you again soon, this week sometime if you can find the time too."

"I've already told you I want to be with you every chance we can, so we'll find the time. We'll make the time."

Before I left we shared a passionate kiss standing in her foyer. She was still nude from the waist down and I ran my hands over her smooth ass as we embraced. 

When we broke Candy said with a smile, "Oh, and thank you again for my treat."

Smiling at her, we looked deeply into each others eyes and I kissed her once more before I left her. 



My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 05



This is chapter five in this retrospect of an affair I had with the most exciting, sexually free, provocative and open minded woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing and having in my life, my wife included in that assessment. 

Yes, I'm married and playing around behind her back. And yes I know what that makes me, but I can live with that. Let's face it not everyone is cut out for monogamy, male or female. Throughout my marriage I've always had a problem remaining faithful, though not because I wasn't getting what I needed at home. Quite the contrary, my wife and I enjoy a robust and healthy sex life. No, my lack of fidelity is solely my fault and stems from my own compulsions. I've always craved being with other women, craved the difference in how they felt, how they smelled, how they tasted, how they kissed, how they made love...these differences are what I wanted to experience the most. 

Selfish of me? Absolutely. 

My lover, Candy, and I met through some business our companies did together. That stage of our relationship lasted about eight months and during it there was nothing going on between us other then business. But once the project she'd contracted for came to a successful end our personal relationship changed. 

Since the beginning of the personal side of our relationship two years have passed. And during this time the sex was as it had always been with Candy; hot, spontaneous, sometimes semi public, sometimes in her office, occasionally at hotels, very often at her home, and even sometimes when we traveled on the road together. And while sometimes she invited other women into her bed, most often her best girlfriend Jocelyn, most of the time it was just her and I. 
 Candy's aware I'm married and that my wife, Helen and I have a very good and strong marriage, my infidelity notwithstanding. She has no problem playing second fiddle in this relationship and has said right from our first sexual encounter that she didn't care I was married, she wanted this affair to continue. 

Now while she and my wife are not exactly friends they are friendly acquaintances. And while I personally feel this is a dangerous situation Candy insists on including Helen in social settings such as parties she throws from time to time. But on the other hand she doesn't ask me to bring my wife every time either; she does want me for herself every now and again. But Candy inviting Helen happens often enough to make it uncomfortable, albeit solely for me. Sick fuck that Candy is, and I say that with great affection, I think she enjoys seeing me in this situation. 

Candy's also married. But hers is a marriage of convenience borne out professional expedience. She and her husband Richard have been best friends since they were ten years old or so. After they graduated from college they got married, but the marriage has never been consummated. You see Richard is strictly gay. They got married to further their respective careers since married folks presented more maturity and responsibility in the business world and gave them a slight advantage. 

Over the nearly fifteen years of their marriage Candy has had many lovers, both male and female and Richard has had his male lovers. But all of Candy's lovers were transient in nature, short term affairs that lasted just a few months, not unlike my own past frequent affairs. 

The one constant in her life, besides Richard I mean is Jocelyn. Jocelyn, like Candy is bi-sexual and these two have been lovers for more then fourteen years and share almost a husband/ wife relationship. I'm not trying to say that either woman would ever be mistaken for a man, not at all. Both women are definitively feminine and carry themselves with class and style. But both are also similar in nature sexually, almost a mirror image of each other in that sense. 

Now while I've been part of several instances where these two seduced another woman and it turned into a foursome, there was one particular occasion where I played the role of voyeur. For my part there was no regret that I'd been relegated to this role, it was a stimulating and exciting change. The way it came about was... 

One Saturday we were sitting in her living room, Candy, Richard and I talking about this and that when her cell phone rang. 

Candy looked at the caller ID, said, "It's Jocelyn," and answered. 

What Richard and I heard on our side of the conversation was roughly, "Hi Joce, what's up?......Oh nothing, just sitting around talking......Richard and Bill......Really?......You did?......How'd she react?......Did she like it?......She did, huh?......Well what'd you do? ......What'd she say?......Cool......You are?......She is?......Now?......What's her name again?......Sam?......Oh short for Samantha?......She's hot, huh?......Hmmmm......Sounds yummy......How old?......Yeah, sure we can do that again......Now?......Now's good......Twenty minutes?......See you then, hon. Bye." 

Hanging up Candy looked at us with that smile and I knew something naughty was about to happen. Then she explained what the phone call from Jocelyn had been about. 

"Jocelyn's been working on a girl she met about four months ago where she works out and feels she has her curiosity peaked about some girl/girl loving. She just told me that last night they were sitting on the sofa at her house talking and sharing some wine when she leaned over and kissed Sam. Jocelyn said at first Sam kissed back but then suddenly the girl pulled away embarrassed. Jocelyn passed it off as a heat of the moment thing and said she was sorry." 

"Was she upset by that kiss? The girl I mean?" I asked. 

"Apparently not. Jocelyn said Sam said it was ok, but she was a little shy the rest of the evening afterwards. Now today they're at the mall shopping, trying on clothes, shoes and such. Jocelyn says that Sam seems much more animated, helping her with her dress, lingering touches, small things like that. And to Jocelyn it seems like Sam was dropping subtle hints that maybe she'd like to kiss her again, or maybe even more." 

"So they're together now?" Richard asked. 

Nodding Candy went on, "Jocelyn figured she'd better do something while Sam is in the mood for it, since she's hinting and all. So she slipped away from her for a minute and went into the restroom to call me. Jocelyn asked if they could come here and maybe together we could seduce Sam, like we've done other women in the past." 

Smiling I asked, teasing her, "You and Jocelyn really get off on seducing poor innocent women don't you?" 

Candy just smiled her devilish grin and nodded then said, "Jocelyn said they'd be leaving the mall shortly and should be here in about twenty minutes." 

"Sounds like you and Jocelyn have got quite an afternoon ahead of you with this gal. Maybe I'd better be going," I said. 

Candy, holding my hand squeezed it tighter and placed her other hand on my forearm and said, "No, no you don't have to leave. I don't want you to go. You and Richard can watch from the closet," she suggested with a nod and an impish smile. 

I looked at Candy with my eyebrows raised and she asked, "What, you above a little voyeurism?" 

"No but I'm not sure about this." 

"Why? You want to join in?" 

"No. Well not necessarily. I mean you've included me in these little seductions in the past, but that's not it at all. It's just seems with the situation as you've described it this is something you and Jocelyn should take care of with it being just you girls." 

Candy said, "Look it's no big deal. We're not going to rape the little darling, if she says no then its no. No harm, no foul." 

I looked at Richard who shrugged and said, "Its fun to watch Candy play." 

"Well I certainly can't disagree with that, can I?" I asked. 

After agreeing to stay Candy said, "You'll have to go upstairs with Richard though so Sam won't see you two." 

Richard got up from his chair and added, "Yeah and we'll need to go up now because I'll need your help moving some furniture around before they get here." 

Candy and I got up from the couch together and she put her arms around my neck. She gave me a quick kiss then said, "Don't worry, it'll be fun." Then she put her lips back on mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. 

I could tell by her breathing and kiss she was already excited just at the thought of what may happen in a short while. 

Richard and I went up the stairs, walked past Candy's bedroom door and went into his. He went directly to a double set of louvered doors and when he opened them I saw it was his closet. He walked in and called for me to follow. 

Entering the closet I saw the aisles formed an "L" and the aisle to the left was filled with what were obviously Candy's clothes. At the far end of this aisle was a window looking out into Candy's bedroom. After a moment I realized the window was actually the two-way mirror set in the closet door of her bedroom. 

In the center of the aisle in front of the door was a lounge chair which Richard was pushing to one side. 

Going back into his room he went to and patted a cushioned easy chair and said, "We need to put this chair next to the other one." 

I was curious so as we moved the chair I asked Richard, "That's some closet you guys have. What's the story, I mean why is it so big?" 

He said, "Actually it used to be a bedroom, but we converted it. When we bought the house it had a master bedroom and two smaller ones. Candy got the original master bedroom with the bathroom and I took one of the smaller bedrooms at the end of the hall. We knew we didn't need a third bedroom but did need more closet space. So we expanded Candy's bathroom taking up a piece of the middle bedroom on one side. Then we moved a side wall in my bedroom back into what was the middle bedroom, which took up more of it, but on the opposite side." 

Pointing at the wall with the door to the hallway he further explained, "Then we pushed that wall back until it was past what used to be the hall bathroom door and the door on the opposite side of the hall to the middle bedroom, which is now this closet door. Of course we widened it so it would be able to have these folding doors." 

After we set the second chair in place beside the lounge chair, leaving just enough room between them to slip past sideways, he opened a drawer next to the mirrored door and took out a speaker box with a toggle switch. He set it on a shelf, plugged it into what looked like a phone jack then pushed the toggle switch down from the center position. 

When he saw me watching he explained, "Candy 'bugged' the living room and her bedroom so that we can have sound in here as well as being able to watch what was going on in her bedroom." 

Indeed we heard through the speaker the faint sounds of Candy moving around downstairs then her cell phone ringing. 

We went back into his bedroom and he began to undress. He caught my look and said, "I like to be naked when I watch Candy do things like this. Go ahead, you might like it too." 

Shrugging I took off my clothes down to my underwear. 

While undressing, I asked Richard, "You've watched Candy with other men often?" 

He nodded then said, "But since she's been seeing you for the last couple of years the only extracurricular activity she's been involved in is with other women, which makes it somewhat less entertaining for me." And after a pause and with a shrug of his shoulders he added, "But it's still exciting to watch Candy enjoy herself." 

Candy has hinted at this herself a couple of times in the past. Was she being faithful to me, other male-wise? Why should she be? I surely had no right to expect her to be. I was married to someone else and certainly had no intention of leaving my wife. And she was married to Richard, albeit for convenience. She was a highly sexed woman who I didn't think for a second could be satisfied being with only one man regularly and long term. But on the other hand I've never had reason to suspect her of seeing anyone else and she was always available to me when we were both in town. Even when either she or I were out of town we spoke on the phone regularly, the calls lengthy and sometimes bordering on, if not outright, phone sex. I just wasn't sure. 

"How many times have you watched Candy and me?" I asked. 

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Just that first time when I came out and startled you." 

I knew he was lying but what could I say, what could I prove? 

He went on, "Candy's forbidden me from watching you two. She said I can watch all I want when it's her and another woman though." 

On this I really didn't know how much, if any was the truth. Candy could have told Richard to knock off watching her and me, but why would she? I was well aware that being watched was a major turn on for my girlfriend. And as far as allowing him to watch her with other women what's the harm? For Richard who was strictly gay it may have been alright as an occasional diversion, but it wasn't what he really wanted to see. 

By now at least fifteen minutes had passed since Richard and I had come upstairs and Candy had expected Jocelyn and Sam to arrive in twenty. So I was thinking it wouldn't be much longer before they got here. 

A couple minutes later the phone on the night side stand in Richard's bedroom beeped twice and then we heard Candy's voice over the intercom feature saying, "Jocelyn just called and said they stopped at another store so it's going to be a little while longer guys." 

Richard said, "Ok," then pressed a button on the phone. Then he clapped his hands together once and asked, "Well since we have some time to kill, care for a massage?" 

I'd learned somewhere during the past two years that while Richard by profession was an accredited physical therapist he had worked his way through college as a masseuse. 

"Sure," I said. 

He went into his closet and came out with a portable masseuse table that he set up at the foot of the bed. He laid a towel across it where my hips would be and told me, "Climb on but take those off first," while pointing at my underwear. 

After dropping my shorts to the floor I lay face down on the table and placed my face in the opening. A moment later I felt Richard begin to rub the flat of his hands over my back and shoulders. He did this for a couple of minutes, and I began to relax under his touch. Then using his fingers he started kneading the muscles of my shoulders and neck and man did that feel good. Richard worked his way down my back then began to massage my thighs and calves. 

Richard was really very good at this and I totally relaxed as he worked me over. Alternating gentle rubbing with deep massages, Richard worked my legs, back and shoulders for about fifteen minutes. 

The phone on the night side table again beeped twice then we heard Candy saying, "They're here." 

Slapping me on the bare ass Richard said, "Come on; let's get a good seat for when they come up." 

Back in the closet he said for me to take the recliner as he sat in the easy chair. 

On the speaker we heard the door bell ring then listened as Candy was introduced to Sam by Jocelyn. The voices were slightly hollow sounding but as they walked from the foyer into the living room the sound improved immensely. 

After the obligatory offer of something to drink we heard the clink of glasses and then the pop of a cork from a bottle of wine. Then the three women settled down and talked about the clothing and other items Sam and Jocelyn had bought. 

We could hear the rustle of the bags as items were removed from them followed shortly by compliments from the three of them on how cute this or that was. 

After about fifteen minutes of this Jocelyn suggested, "Let's try on some of the clothes and get Candy's opinion on how they look." Knowing full well she did, she asked Candy, "Don't you have a big mirror upstairs?" 

Candy said, "Hey, that's a good idea. You can try on your new things and see how they look on you in the mirror." 

We heard them gathering their things and the voices took on that tinny sound again as they moved towards the stairs. 

Upstairs in the closet Richard said, "Flip the toggle switch on the speaker from down to all the way up." 

As the girls came up the stairs the sound improved as they came closer to Candy's bedroom. They appeared at the bedroom door with Candy leading the way, the girl named Sam following with Jocelyn trailing. 

When I saw Sam I was stunned...I knew this girl! Her family lived across the street and several doors down from my wife and me. Her parents and us had been friends for the nearly twenty years we'd lived in the neighborhood. I'd watched this girl grow from an infant to the beautiful young woman appearing in Candy's bedroom. 

I knew from conversations with her father she was a little wild, like most teens, but was not a major teen problem. She was a beautiful girl, about 5'8", blond, tanned, hazel-eyed, and athletic having played soft ball and soccer in school as well as having been a cheerleader. She was thin, toned, had hand sized breasts about 34C, a brilliant smile, a sparkling personality and I knew she was only nineteen. She dated regularly so it was apparent she liked guys, but here she was with these two older women about to be seduced into Sapphic love. 

When the three of them had come into the bedroom they placed the bags and boxes onto the bed and the wine bucket and glasses on one of the night side stands. 

Candy pulled back the drapes covering the mirrors on the far wall from where Richard and I sat in the closet. This brightened up the room considerably and gave us a view of what was happening no matter which way anyone was facing. 

For the next twenty minutes or so they tried on various dresses, skirts, slacks and blouses but Sam never had less then her bra and panties on. 

Now they were a nice bra and panties and it seemed that Sam was partial to thongs but I really was hoping for more (or less). 

The only thing of note that happened during those first twenty minutes, other than a fine fashion show, occurred after they'd tried on various clothes for about fifteen minutes. And that was when Jocelyn removed her bra to put on a silk blouse she'd bought and Sam was stealing glances her way. 

As she slipped her arms into the sleeves of the blouse, over the speaker we could hear Jocelyn saying, "I love the way silk feels against my bare breasts and how the smoothness of the material rubbing against them always keeps my nipples hard." After buttoning up the blouse Jocelyn said, "See," and pointed at the way her nipples poked out under the material. 

Candy stepped over and rubbed her fingers over the silk blouse and Jocelyn's nipples and playing along with the redhead's comment said, "I've noticed the way they stand up before and figured that's why you wear so many silk blouses." 

Sam watched, more stared really, while nibbling on her bottom lip as Candy caressed Jocelyn's nipples through her blouse. 

Then Candy reached onto the bed, picked up a different blouse by its hanger and held it in front of Jocelyn, covering the one the redhead was wearing and said, "But I think this one goes better with those pants you have on." Then Candy laid the blouse back onto the bed, turned and walked around to the foot of the bed. 

Jocelyn slipped off the blouse she had on and lay it neatly on the bed. Then she started unbuttoning the blouse Candy had suggested as it lay on the mattress, giving Sam another long, long look at her naked breasts. 

And Sam was looking too as she bit her bottom lip or passed just the tip of her tongue between her lips, her eyes darting up every few seconds from what she was doing to peek at Jocelyn's pert tits. She watched until Jocelyn had put the new blouse on and then looked directly at how the redhead's nipples protruded underneath this silk blouse. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 05



Standing at the foot of the bed Candy saw that Sam was checking Jocelyn out and smiled to herself. 

Between changes of outfits the three women would sip wine from their glasses which Candy kept filled. 

There were very few boxes or bags remaining with clothes left untried in them when Sam walked around to the side of the bed nearest the closet Richard and I were watching from. She bent over and picked up a bag that had fallen to the floor and pulled out a pair of yellow shorts and a green halter. 

Sam had her back to us in the closet when she pushed her black slacks over her hips and down her legs displaying her gorgeous ass, the twin globes separated by the powder blue strip of cloth running up between her cheeks. 

Bending over she stepped into the shorts before putting on the halter top. She turned and Richard and I were looking right at her standing not five feet away as she adjusted the top and looked at herself in the mirror. Her head cocked one way then the other, then she twisted her hips slightly one way then the other, studying her image. 

Candy stepped nearer and stood behind her looking over her shoulder at Sam's reflection and said, "You look so beautiful in that." 

Sam actually blushed and said, "Stop, you're embarrassing me." 

Candy replied, "You shouldn't be embarrassed by compliments, especially when they're deserved." After a moment she shook her head slightly and said, "There's something wrong though," and looked up and down the reflection of Sam's body in the mirror. 

In the closet I could see the look in Candy's eyes as she studied the girl's body in the mirror. I'd seen it often and knew it was one of pure desire. 

After a long twenty or thirty second perusal she broke out in a smile, nodded as if what had eluded her had suddenly come to mind. Then she told Sam, "Oh I see. You're not wearing that the way it's meant to be worn." 

Sam didn't utter a word or make a sound, nor did she make any move whatsoever to stop Candy, although her eyes did follow as the older woman's hands went up and untied the halter top from behind her neck. The halter fell forward, hanging upside down by the tie where it had slipped down to her waist from where it had been loosely tied around her below her breasts. 

Sam watched silently, unmoving, maybe not even breathing as Candy's hand's reached around her and undid the front clasp of her bra, leaving the cups hanging loose but covering her breasts. 

From the clasp Candy lightly slid her fingers along underneath the cups of the teen's bra. As her fingers moved up the outside of each breast Candy drug the backs of her nails over the bra's thin material. Then as her hands moved over Sam's upper chest up along the bra straps she again used just her fingertips to caress her flesh. Then Candy brought her hands up and over each of Sam's shoulders where she used the sides of her thumbs to push the straps outward, over each shoulder and down the girl's arms. Candy's fingers never lost contact with the girl's body as she moved her hands up from the bra's clasp, the garment finally falling off Sam's arms to the floor. 

When the bra fell Candy held the open palms of her hands against the outside of Sam's arms, just above the elbow as she held the teen's eyes with hers in the mirror. 

Sam's breasts were very nice; about a 34C, round, firm with the nipples pointing upward. 

Still with open palms and while maintaining eye contact with the teen through the mirror Candy slid her hands around Sam, over her belly and down to the halter. Then she pulled it up by the tie strings and retied them behind Sam's neck, allowing her hands to ever so slightly brush against Sam's pink nipples as she did so. 

Did Sam's body give a slight shiver when Candy brushed against her nipples? I would have sworn I'd seen one as her eyes closed. 

After tying the halter's straps back into place, Candy looked back into the mirror and said, "Now that looks so much better without those bra straps showing." 

Sam opened her eyes but they were looking into the mirror at Candy standing behind her, not at her outfit. It appeared to me, sitting in the closet that Sam and Candy held each others eyes in the mirror for a long time. 

After a long fifteen or twenty seconds Candy's eyes left Sam's and looked down at the girls shoulder and said sympathetically, as if the teen were marred for life, "Oh look, your bra straps left a mark." Then Candy leaned down and kissed one of the marks, her fingers caressing the other. 

Sam's eyes closed as Candy's lips touched her shoulder and when the older woman's hands came to her breasts and cupped them, Sam leaned back into Candy turning her head slightly. Candy gently squeezed and caressed Sam's tits passing her fingers over the nipples as she kissed the girls neck. 

With one hand Candy reached up and untied both ties of the halter, pulling it down and away with the other, dropping it to the floor. 

Placing her hands back on the young girl's tits Candy caressed the soft, smooth, firm flesh for fifteen or twenty long seconds. Then she took hold of the teen's nipples between her thumb and forefinger, stimulating them as Sam's mouth dropped open. 

After playing with both nipples for some time and while keeping her fingers on one of the younger woman's teats Candy placed her other hand on Sam's chin and pulled the girl around to face her. As the younger woman's body turned Candy stepped against her and the two women kissed, their bodies standing in profile to Richard and I watching from the closet. 

Candy hugged the girl tightly to her, her more experienced hands caressing the younger woman's bare back. We watched as Candy pushed her tongue into Sam's mouth, and as Sam's eagerly did battle with it. 

Sam lifted her hands and placed them on Candy's hips as she returned the older woman's kiss with enthusiasm. Sam's hands moved up and down Candy's hips, over her curves from her waist to the tops of the older women's thighs. 

Jocelyn, on the other side of the bed had removed all her clothing as the other two women began to kiss. As she stripped she watched as Sam appeared to become more passionate with Candy and get into what was happening. Knowing now there would be no terrible scene with the young woman, she began to quietly remove the remaining packages from the bed. 

Taking a step back Candy took Sam's hands and placed them on her breasts over her blouse. As she undone the younger woman's shorts and allowed them to fall to the floor, Sam's hands were squeezing the older woman's tits while watching with a touch of amazement on her face what her hands were doing, as if they were doing it of their own volition and she had no control whatsoever. 

After Sam stepped out of her yellow shorts, Candy turned her to face the mirror again. Then she took up her original position behind Sam, kissing and nuzzling her neck. 

Sam watched their reflection in the mirror as she leaned her body back against Candy's. She raised her right arm and hooked her hand behind Candy's neck as the older woman continued to kiss and nibble hers. The older brunette was again playing with the younger woman's tits and nipples with one hand as she began to move the other lower. Candy's hand was rubbing below the girls breasts, then over her taut, flat belly and then under the waistband of her panties. 

Sam's mouth dropped open and she breathed deeply through it as Candy's fingers worked her nipples and between her thighs. Her left arm was bent up at the elbow in front of her; her hand just inches from Candy's at her breast. The hand was relaxed, not open, not closed and wavering in the air as if she wanted to put it somewhere, but couldn't decide where that would be. 

Jocelyn came to stand beside the pair and reached out and cupped the girl's tit nearest her. 

Sam looked to her left at Jocelyn and smiled dreamily at the redhead before closing her eyes and letting her head hang down, her neck exposed to Candy's kisses. 

As Candy continued to finger Sam's pussy and play with her breasts, Jocelyn knelt and pulled Sam's panties down her long legs and we saw the young lady was indeed a natural blond. 

Remaining on her knees Jocelyn caressed Sam's legs and watched the other two women in the mirror as Candy softly told Sam, "Open your eyes and look at yourself in the mirror Sam. Look, see how lovely you are." 

With Candy's continued urging Sam slowly raised her blond head, opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Sam had what I'd describe as a dreamy look in her eyes as Candy, smiling at the girl in the mirror said, "Look at yourself, you're beautiful, you're radiant, you're smiling. There's a blush on your chest, your nipples are erect, you're wet and you're content. Enjoy it. Let it happen." 

With that Sam turned in Candy's arms and passionately kissed her bringing one hand up to the side of Candy's face. 

As the women kissed Jocelyn stood and ran her hands over the younger woman's back and down over her ass. As she caressed the younger woman Jocelyn turned her head towards the mirror and stuck her tongue out at her reflection and then smiled. 

These gestures were meant for Richard and me. At the very least she knew I was here having seen my SUV in the drive when she'd arrived. 

Breaking from Candy Sam turned and kissed Jocelyn, again with them standing in profile to us. 

The redhead placed one of her hands on Sam's breast and the other around her waist, pausing for just a heartbeat before moving it down onto the young girl's ass as they kissed. 

Watching the two women kiss, Candy began to remove her clothing. When she removed her bra Candy cupped both her breasts then slid her hands over them, squeezing her flesh until her fingers found her nipples and began to gently roll them. After giving her nipples a moment's attention she removed the rest of her clothing. 

Getting into what was happening Sam placed both hands around Jocelyn, one on the small of her back and the other on the redhead's ass. The two women's tongues were moving back and forth into and out of each others mouth, their bodies pressed together. 

Now nude Candy stepped up behind Sam and placed her arms around the younger woman and on Jocelyn, sandwiching the teen between them. As Jocelyn and Sam continued their kiss, Candy kissed and nibbled the teen's neck again. 

Breaking from their kiss Jocelyn looked into Sam's eyes and said, "Candy's right, you are beautiful and radiant too." 

Candy took this opportunity to move things to the bed. 

Candy lay on the bed, patted the mattress beside her and Sam lay on her back next to the older woman. 

Jocelyn crawled onto the bed from the foot and lay face down between Sam's spread legs, her head just above the teen's knees. 

Candy rolled onto her side, leaned over and kissed Sam as her right hand went between the girl's legs to play with her. From the closet we could see Candy's fingers moving between the girl's thighs as Sam's hand on Candy's neck held the older woman's mouth to hers. 

While Candy kissed the teen and her fingers played with Sam's pussy, Jocelyn nibbled the inside of the younger woman's thighs. After the two older women had kissed, fingered and nibbled on the teen for a couple minutes or so, we watched as Jocelyn moved up and placed her mouth on the girl's sex. As Jocelyn brought her mouth to Sam's pussy, Candy's fingers moved up the girl's slit and onto her pubes. It was a seamless transition from being fingered to being eaten and done with practiced grace by the two older women. 
 Candy kept her lips pressed to Sam's as the girl slightly arched her back and placed her other hand on top of Jocelyn's head, not pushing her away but holding her there, making sure the source of such delicious feelings between her legs didn't leave. 

After another minute or so they broke their kiss and Sam looked down at Jocelyn's head between her legs. She watched for five or ten seconds as the older woman ate her then dropped her head to the pillow, her mouth open as she took in a deep breath. 

As the young blond lay flat Candy's fingers went back to Sam's nipples, playing with each of them a few seconds before she lowered her head and brought her mouth to them. Candy sucked each one in turn and played with the other as Jocelyn continued to go down on the teen.

As the two older women made love to her Sam's head rolled to the side, facing Richard and I. She had her eyes closed and the tip of her thumb between her teeth, nibbling and sucking on it. 

It took another four minutes or so but the teen's orgasm built, her breathing becoming more rapid and deep as she breathed through her mouth. Her face contorted into that pain/pleasure look and with her back arched she moaned loudly and came, holding Jocelyn's mouth to her crotch and Candy's to her breasts. Twice her body wrenched as her orgasm moved through her. 

Her orgasm finished Sam fell flat and after a second or so opened her eyes and looked up at Candy. They held each others eyes a moment then Candy leaned down and gave the younger woman a short five or six second kiss. After their lips parted Sam picked up her head and looked down at Jocelyn who still lay between her legs and smiled at the redhead before dropping her head back down to the pillow again. 

After recovering a minute Sam sat up and held her arms outstretched and open to Jocelyn who crawled forward into them. Sam wrapped her arms around the woman who'd given her such oral pleasure and brought her lips to Jocelyn's for a kiss. 

Lying back with her arms around the older redhead they kept their lips pressed together as Sam pulled Jocelyn down on top of her. They made out for another minute or so then Jocelyn lifted her head and looked down at the teen below her, running her fingers through a few loose strands of blond hair, pushing them from Sam's face. Then after another quick kiss Jocelyn rolled from atop Sam onto the bed leaving the girl lying between her and Candy. 

Sam rolled onto her side facing Jocelyn, and the closet we were in. She got up onto one elbow and studied Jocelyn's face and then looked over the older redhead's body, assessing it. As she studied Jocelyn's body Sam sucked in her bottom lip and she alternately bit it or ran her tongue over it. 

Candy, who had assumed a similar posture as Sam's, reached around the younger woman with her right arm and cupped the blonde's breast, nibbled at her ear and asked softly, "Did you enjoy that?" 

Sam nodded, her eyes still taking in Jocelyn's body. 

Then Candy asked her, almost in a whisper, "Then what do you want to do now?" 

Sam bit her lower lip, looked over her shoulder into Candy's eyes a second or two, then turned back to Jocelyn and placed her hand on the redhead's pubic hair. 

She ran her fingers through the hair as Candy, still playing with Sam's nipple and nuzzling her neck asked, "Would you like to give Jocelyn the same pleasure she gave you?" 

Still biting her lower lip she stared at where her hand was and nodded, barely moving her head. 

Candy said to the teen, "Go ahead then. Don't worry honey. You can stop if you don't like it, no ones going to force you to do anything you don't want to." 

Hesitating a second or two more, Sam began to move down the bed and lay between Jocelyn's legs as she spread them for the younger girl. 

Candy moved closer to Jocelyn and scooted down too, her head now next to Jocelyn's hip and asked Sam, "Have you done this before sweetie?" 

The young blond shook her head in response as she stared at Jocelyn's sex and continued to lick and bite at her lip. 

Candy asked, "You know what you like when it's done to you, don't you?" 

The blond teen nodded as she continued her visual journey between Jocelyn's thighs. 

Candy said, "Well then that's a good place to start. Just do those things you like done to you. Jocelyn will show you what she likes as you make love to her." 

Sam lay looking at Jocelyn's pussy as Candy reached over with one hand and parted the redhead's lips with her fingers. 

As she held Jocelyn's sex spread open Candy looked at Sam and asked, "Isn't she beautiful? I know her pussy's pretty and besides that I know it's delicious too. I know this because I've eaten it so many times myself." 

Sam looked at Candy and stared into her eyes for a second or two then turned back to look at the wet, puffy, red haired pussy in front of her. She replaced Candy's fingers with her own, keeping Jocelyn spread open. As she studied Jocelyn's pussy she cocked her head from side to side as she explored it with her fingers and her eyes. After a minute or so she slowly leaned in, closed her eyes, stuck her tongue far out and tentatively licked the redhead's flesh. 

A barely audible moan escaped from someone in the bedroom, and I'm not sure if it was Sam or Jocelyn. But the next thing you know we see Sam pressing her open mouth into the pussy in front of her. 

Candy placed her hand on Sam's back and caressed her as she now eagerly licked and sucked on Jocelyn's pussy. 

Candy said, "See, I told you it was delicious," and then looked up at Jocelyn who mouthed the word, "Wow!" 

Candy instructed the teen, "Put a finger in Jocelyn's pussy as you eat her." 

Sam took her mouth from Jocelyn's pussy to do as Candy had advised, immediately placing her mouth back on Jocelyn's sex as soon as she had. Sam's head moved up and down and from side to side as she ate Jocelyn, obviously enjoying her first taste of pussy. 

As Sam eagerly ate Jocelyn, Candy rolled off the bed, walked around and stood at the foot. She stood watching as Sam ate Jocelyn for a moment or two then she began to rub Sam's calves. Her hands moved up and down the girls legs higher and higher until they were caressing the teen's thighs as well. 

Candy's hands pressed against the inside of Sam's legs pushing them apart as she knelt on the bed between the young blonde's legs, massaging her thighs and up onto the twin globes of her tiny ass. 

While her legs and ass were being felt up by Candy Sam's mouth kept moving between Jocelyn's thighs, her right arm pumping in and out as she fingered the redhead. 

Candy and Jocelyn made eye contact for a moment, as if they could communicate intuitively, before Candy lay down between the blonde's spread legs. 

Candy looked towards the mirror, towards Richard and I, and gave us one of her nasty, naughty, impish smiles before sticking her tongue out and running it around her lips a few times. 

Then she turned back and kissed the girls right buttock, following her kiss with a long swipe of her tongue along the crack of Sam's ass. Placing her hands on each cheek Candy pushed the teen's ass apart and then pushed her face between them. 

Sam took her mouth from Jocelyn's pussy and looked into the mirror at the older woman eating her ass. Sam closed her eyes and bit her lower lip again as she rolled her hips against Candy's probing tongue. 

Several long seconds later Jocelyn pulled Sam's mouth back around and the teen eagerly pushed her face back into Jocelyn's sweet meat. 

Sitting in the closet my cock was as hard as it'd ever been, standing straight up as I slowly stroked myself watching the three-way action not ten feet from where we sat. My cock was leaking a copious amount of precum, which was running down the length of my shaft pooling on my balls. My hand was well lubed by my natural juices and even though I had to stop stroking myself often to keep from cumming, the precum just kept flowing. 

Back on the bed Sam cocked her right knee up allowing Candy more access. 

Jocelyn was playing with her own nipples as the blond fingered and munched on her pussy. 

As Candy ate Sam's ass she pushed her fingers in and out of the teen's wet snatch, mimicking what Sam was doing to Jocelyn. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 05



After about three or four more minutes of this action Jocelyn began to cum, placing her hands on the back of Sam's head holding it where she wanted the girl to lick and suck. 

Candy took her face from Sam's ass and while still pumping her fingers into the teen's pussy said, "Yeah, baby that's it. Make her cum, Sam. Lick up her pussy cream, suck it out of her." 

Jocelyn had her head rolled facing our way; her eyes closed tight, her face scrunched up, both hands on Sam's head and her body rigid as she reached her climax. As her orgasm rolled over her her mouth opened wide and it stayed like that for several seconds. As her orgasm ebbed her face relaxed. 

Finished cumming Jocelyn released Sam's head, who continued to lay facedown where she was as Candy fingered her and ate her ass to orgasm. 

Sam held her head up, her eyes closed, head turned our way, repeatedly saying, 'Yes, yes, yes," as Candy brought her nearer to her sexual release. Opening her eyes into little slits and breathing through clenched teeth, she looked into the mirror seeing Candy's face buried in her ass, the older woman's hand moving against her pussy. A moment later Sam lifted her face towards the ceiling, eyes closed again, her mouth wide open as if in a silent scream as she came on the older brunette's fingers, collapsing onto Jocelyn's thighs as she peaked and came down. 

After one more kiss on the cheeks of Sam's ass, Candy got off the bed and walked over to the night side stand where they'd left their wine glasses and refilled each of them. She placed the bottle back into the ice bucket and using the same hand she'd poured with picked up her glass. Sipping from it she watched about a minute as the young blond lay breathing deeply in and out, her head resting on Jocelyn's thigh. As she stared at the teen, her wine glass in one hand, she brought the two fingers of her other hand, the ones she'd masturbated Sam with to her face and held them to her nose and inhaled deeply before putting those fingers into her mouth. 

Before sitting back on the bed next to Jocelyn Candy handed one glass to her, who'd scooted up and was resting her back against the headboard and the other to Sam who was now on her knees, sitting back on her heels at the foot of the bed. 

Holding her glass in one hand Sam wiped her mouth with the palm of the other. For several seconds she held her hand cupped over her lower face and nose, inhaling Jocelyn's scent. Then she looked at the other two women and said shyly, "I can't believe I did that; I've never even tasted pussy before. Licking another woman's pussy is not something I'd ever even thought vaguely of doing. This was a first for me." 

Jocelyn asked, "Did you like it?" 

Sam smiled and nodded, her hand cupped over her mouth and nose again. 

"Then taste your own pussy, sweetie," Candy said to Sam.

Her hand still cupped over her face Sam sat staring at Candy but didn't move. 

Candy got a look in her eyes and that devilish smile on her face. Then while keeping her eyes on Sam she said, "Show Sam Jocelyn. Taste yours." 

Sam turned her head and watched as Jocelyn lifted her knees until her feet were flat on the bed, her legs spread wide, exposing her red wet sex. 

Even in the closet we could see how wet, red and swollen her excited pussy was. 

Jocelyn rubbed her fingers through her lips along the length of her slit. Then after parting her inner lips wide with one hand she pushed two fingers deep into herself. She moved her fingers in and out and around, digging deep before removing them. 

The redhead held her glistening fingers under her nose, her chest expanding as she inhaled her own scent. Then she placed the two digits into her mouth while looking at Sam. Jocelyn slowly sucked the digits as if they were tiny cocks licking her own juices from them. Taking the fingers from her mouth Jocelyn licked her lips to emphasize how much she liked her own taste. 

"Now you," Candy said to Sam. 

After a moment Sam passed her glass to Candy then spread her knees wide after rising up onto them. As the two older women watched she reached down with both hands and spread her delicate lips then pushed a couple fingers from one hand between them. 

Jocelyn told her, "Finger yourself deep to get your fingers well coated. Deep, that's where the sweetest juice is." 

After fingering herself for nearly three quarters of a minute Sam pulled her fingers from her snatch and brought them up, her eyes watching as the shiny, glistening fingers neared her mouth. 

She had her mouth open and was moving her fingers toward it when Candy ordered, "Stop." 

Sam looked questionably at Candy, her fingers just an inch from her lips. 

Candy said, "Smell yourself, tell us what you smell." 

Sam sniffed her fingers and said, "It smells like pussy." 

Candy shook her head and with a look said to the teen, "No, inhale yourself and tell us what you smell." 

Sam closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, thought a moment then said, "It smells clean, fresh not at all like I thought it would. It smells good like something you'd want to bottle and sell as a scent...something like..."pussy perfume" but with a fancy French name." 

The three women chuckled at Sam's suggestion then Candy said, "Now taste yourself on your fingers." 

Sam parted her lips and slowly brought her fingers towards her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and rested it against the bottom of her pussy coated fingers then used her tongue to draw them into her mouth, her lips sealing around the digits. After sucking on her fingers for a bit she slipped them from her mouth, her lips staying sealed around them until they were out. Then her tongue darted out from between her lips, licking them, savoring her own essence. 

Jocelyn asked, "Well, what do you think?" 

In response Sam pushed her fingers back between her legs and into herself for another taste. After pulling her fingers from her mouth a second time she said, "I like the way I taste very much, almost as much as I loved yours. This could become a habit," she said as she buried her fingers in her pussy for a third taste. After she'd sucked her fingers clean she reached to take her wine glass back from Candy. 

For the next few minutes the three of them sat on the bed and chatted about the wine and eating pussy. 

After they'd talked for several minutes Candy asked Sam, "Do you feel guilty about what we've been doing?" 

Without hesitation Sam answered emphatically, "No." 

Then as Sam handed Jocelyn her glass she said to Candy, "In fact, now I want to eat your pussy." 

Candy smiled and responded, "I'd like that very much." Then Candy set her wine glass on the night side stand and moved down the bed from where she'd been sitting against the headboard. She spread her legs wide so the young blonde could lay face down between them. 

Again using her fingers as she had on Jocelyn, Sam spread Candy's lips apart and explored her pussy with her eyes and fingers before leaning in to lick the older brunette. 

Jocelyn rolled onto her left side and placed her and Sam's wine glasses on the night side stand. Then as she quickly raised and lowered her eyebrows once or twice she smiled at her reflection in the closet door mirror, smiling to Richard and me, while reaching up and cupping her right tit. 

Sometimes I believe Jocelyn gets off on being watched as much as Candy does.

Then the redhead rolled over onto her right side and began to suck one of Candy's nipples and play with the other with her fingers as Sam ate Candy's pussy. 

Watching from the closet we saw Candy place her right hand on Sam's head and heard her telling the teen to, "Lick there", "Flick your tongue there", "Suck there", once or twice saying "Not so hard" or "Not hard enough." 

With Candy instructing the novice pussy eater it took Sam about five minutes to bring her to a satisfying orgasm. After Candy's orgasm had ebbed, when Sam sat up we could see her face was coated with Candy's juices. 

Just as Sam had done earlier with Jocelyn, Candy held her arms out to Sam who crawled up from between Candy's legs into her embrace. The two women kissed passionately, and then Candy licked around the blonde's mouth, cleaning up her own juices from the teen's face. 

Afterwards the three of them lay together on the bed for several minutes resting. Sam lay between the two older women but their arms and legs were all entwined together. 

As they lay cuddling Candy asked Sam, "Have you had enough or would you like to play some more." 

The blonde teen shyly responded, "I'd love to play more if you're up to it too." 

Candy smiled, chuckled and said, "Honey, you're a dream, an insatiable little girl, just like I was...and am." 

Not wanting to be left out Jocelyn chimed in with, "Me too." 

They moved about on the bed and this time Sam and Candy leaned against the headboard and Jocelyn lay facedown across the bed with her feet towards Richard and I as they continued their talk. 

Candy asked Sam, "Sweetie, have you been with a man yet?" 

Sam nodded answering, "Well, not really a man, just a boy I'd thought I was in love with. But he just wanted to bang away at my pussy and get head, not really caring about what I needed." 

Jocelyn commented, "Typical for young guys." 

Candy added, "Some older men too." Then she asked the teen, "Have you ever had your ass played with?" 

Sam shook her head and said, "My ex-boyfriend wanted to do that and I really wanted to try it, to please him, but it hurt too much and I had to make him stop." 

Candy nodded and said, "I understand. But honey never, ever do anything like that to please someone else. You have to do it because you want to, not because they want you to do it. Besides I'll bet he just wanted to shove it right in." 

Sam nodded in answer then said, "Yeah, and I tried to get him to wait a second and stop, but he just kept on pushing it in." 

Both older women nodded knowingly and then Jocelyn said, "Anal can be very enjoyable if done right." 

Sam shyly asked, "Do you guys do it, do you like it?" 

Candy nodded while saying, "I enjoy getting my ass played with and fucked very much, but Jocelyn loves it even more." 

Jocelyn stated frankly, "I like it better then regular sex." 

To which an amazed Sam asked, "Really?" 

Jocelyn nodded and said, "I love getting my ass fucked and it's a regular part of my sex life. I'll even do it when I'm by myself and I masturbate." 

Sam asked Candy, "You like it like that too?" 

Candy replied, "I don't prefer it over getting my pussy fucked but yeah I like my anal sex. And sure I sometimes fuck my ass with a dildo when I masturbate." 

Jocelyn asked Sam, "Do you masturbate hon?" 

You could see the blush rise from the young blonde's tits to her face as she nodded but quickly added, "But I've never played with myself back there." 

Jocelyn asked, "Would you like to find out what it's like when done right?" 

After just a bit of thought the teen replied, "Yes I would. But not today, ok? Maybe next time after I've had time to think about it, if that's alright?" 

Sitting in the closet I immediately picked up on the "next time" part of her response. Interesting Sam was thinking of doing this again with Candy and Jocelyn, and was even willing to do more. Well at least try. 

Candy said, "Sweetheart we've told you already, no one here will ever force you to do anything that you don't want to do. And when you're ready to try this, or anything else for that matter, we'll be there for you. Understand?"

Sam smiled, nodded then said, "Thank you." 

Candy looked down at the foot of the bed where Jocelyn lay and asked her, "What about you, you want that ass fucked?" 

Jocelyn grinned, wiggled her ass and said, "Need you ask?" 

Candy looked at Jocelyn with true affection and said, "You are such a slut." Then she got off the bed and opened her drawer of toys and took out several dildos of different lengths, your basic six inch white plastic vibrator and a tube of lube. 

Walking around to the closet side of the bed Candy set the toys and lube down on the mattress. She slapped Jocelyn on the ass saying, "Get up on those knees girl." 

Laughing Jocelyn rose up on her hands and knees and as Candy pulled back on her hips she moved to the very edge of the bed. 

Candy said to Sam, "Come stand over here so you can see what's going on." 

Candy stood to the right of Jocelyn's kneeling form and Sam to the left, framing our view of the redhead's rear end. Jocelyn had her knees spread wide apart and her head and shoulders on the mattress leaving her puffy pussy and the brown eye above open to our, and Sam's view. 

Candy picked up the vibrator and rubbed the tip and side of it over and through Jocelyn's wet lips and against her clit for several minutes. Then while holding the side of the vibrator flat against Jocelyn's pussy, Candy reached down and picked up an eight inch dildo. After taking the vibrator away and wetting the dildo by rubbing it through Jocelyn's juicy lips and teasing her hole with it for a bit she pushed it into the redhead's pussy from behind. 

After fucking Jocelyn for a minute or so with the dildo Candy tells Sam, "Take this and fuck her with it." 

Sam took hold of the base of the rubber phallus hanging out of the older woman's hole and moved it in and out tentatively a few times. 

Candy placed her hand on top of Sam's, stopped her and said, "No dear, not like that, do it like this. Just don't shove it in and out like you're pumping water, alternate the speed and depth that you fuck her. Stimulate her and be aware of her response. If something is working, keep doing it, if it's not working try something else. If what was working isn't anymore try something new." 

Releasing the blonde's hand Sam does as Candy instructed and a bit later is rewarded with a moan from Jocelyn. The teen looked triumphantly to Candy, who smiled and nodded back. 

As Sam continued to fuck Jocelyn with the dildo Candy smeared a dollop of lube over her finger and rubbed it over the outside of the redhead's asshole. 

Feeling someone's touch on her asshole causes Jocelyn to move her hips around and from side to side some. 

After smearing the lube around and a little into Jocelyn's asshole Candy dipped her finger into the kneeling woman's rear opening to the first joint then took it out again. Then she poured a little more lube directly onto Jocelyn's hole then pushed her finger in again, this time to the second joint. To this depth Candy moved her finger in and out several times. Finally as she pumped it in and out Candy began to sink her finger in deeper until she has it all the way in to the third knuckle. 

As she fingered the redhead's rear hole and Sam fucked the older woman's pussy with the dildo Candy explained to the teen, "With someone as experienced with anal sex as Jocelyn it takes a lot less prep time then say someone who has little or no experience, such as yourself." 

Over the next few minutes as she added a second and then a third finger to Jocelyn's ass Candy went on with her instruction adding, "In some cases I've spent nearly half an hour working on some women's asses just getting them ready for a fucking. It takes a lot of time and patience to prepare a novice for their first anal play." 

Sam watched as Candy pulled her fingers out to between the first and second knuckle and then spread them apart, opening Jocelyn's rear hole wider. 

Candy took her fingers out of her redheaded lover's ass and Sam's eyes went wide as Candy picked up a six inch dildo and rubbed the tip of the head in the lube around Jocelyn's asshole. Then the teen's mouth dropped open as Candy slowly but steadily pushed the dildo into Jocelyn to the base. 

Candy says, "Keep fucking her pussy as I fuck her ass." The two women continued to push and pull the toy cocks in and out of the kneeling redhead's asshole and pussy. Sometimes they're synchronized going in and out together, other times they are on a contra beat. 

As Jocelyn's moaning begins anew and her hips are rolling to the pleasure the two women are giving her, Sam nods in response when Candy asks her, "Remember what I told you about being aware of her response to what you're doing?" 

"Ok then, we can see Jocelyn's passion building; now let's push her over the edge. Reach under and rub her clit with your finger and fuck her pussy faster with the dildo." 

Doing as she had been instructed Sam watched as Candy kept up her steady pace of fucking Jocelyn's ass with the six inch dildo. 

When the redhead began to cum to the twin assault she yelled out passionately and breathlessly to Sam, "Pinch my clit, please pinch it." Turning her head around the other way she yells at Candy, "Fuck my ass you bitch fuck me." 

Jocelyn pushed her hips back onto the twin rubber dicks being shoved into her, meeting the other women's thrusts. As the two dildos move in and out of her and Sam's pinching her clit, not too hard but just enough, Jocelyn is repeating over and over, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," and when she cums it changes to one single long drawn out crying, "Fuuuuuuck." Her body goes stiff and the long "fuuuuck" turns into a loud squeal, her body jerking a couple of times as she continues to cum. Then as the final wave of her orgasm rolls over her she collapses onto the mattress the two dildos coming out as she falls forward. 

Still holding the eight inch dildo in her hand Sam looks down in amazement at the redheads back as she lays on the bed breathing deeply, catching her breath. Then Sam looks at Candy and says, "Oh my god, it's incredible we could make her cum like that." 

Candy nodded and smiled then replied, "Isn't it though. Jocelyn's orgasms tend to be intense when her ass is played with." Then she said to Sam, "Let's take these toys into the bathroom and clean them." 

They disappeared from sight for about five minutes and when they came back into the room Jocelyn was sitting on the edge of the bed facing us. Jocelyn stood as they came back in and kissed first Sam then Candy after she'd dropped the toys back onto the mattress. 

After their kiss Candy took a step back from Jocelyn, pointed to a spot on the floor and told Sam, "Stand there." 

The young blond stepped over and stood where Candy had told her to, between the two older women facing the closet door mirror. 

Candy placed one hand on Sam's forearm and the other arm around the blonde's waist. Then she asked Sam, "Now what do you see in the mirror?" 

What I saw facing me were three beautiful women; two thirty-something years old and a nineteen year old. While obviously the nineteen year old had the edge in the firmness department, the older two women more than held their own in comparison. 

Sam studied their reflection for a moment then said, "I see three attractive women who are enjoying each other, having a good time together." 

Candy smiled and asked, "Would you like to know what I see?" 

Sam nodded and answered, "Yes." 

"I see the same as you and a bit more also...I see a young woman who knows so much more about herself this afternoon than she did this morning. A young woman who has spread her wings a little and wants to fly, to experiment, to learn about her own sexual enjoyment and satisfaction. A young woman who wants to experience full force the benefits of her sexuality and sensuality." 

Sam thought a few seconds about what Candy had said. Then she smiled, nodded and responded, "You're right. I am a different person then I was this morning." 

Candy pulled Sam around to face her and kissed her deeply, her arms around the younger girl, holding the teen tightly against her. Sam's arms went around Candy too as they kissed, her hands on the top of Candy's ass.

As the other two women kissed Jocelyn caressed the girl's back then moved her hand down over the swell of the teen's ass and then lower going under and between her legs. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 05



Breaking their kiss after about a minute Candy takes Sam's shoulder and turns her to face the bed then tells her, "Spread your feet honey." Sam moved her feet apart some, but not wide enough for Candy who tells her, "Wider." After she spread her feet wider still Candy patted the bed and said, "Lean over and lay your head here." Doing this makes Sam's ass stand out prominently. 

The two older women are standing on either side of the young woman's hips caressing the globes of her ass as Candy tells Sam, "You need to trust us baby. We're not going to penetrate your little bum but we will play with you to stimulate you. Ok?" 

In the closet we could barely see Sam's head over her hips and ass as she nodded. 

Each on a cheek, Jocelyn and Candy pulled Sam's ass gently further open spreading her cheeks wider offering us a view of her pussy and asshole from this position. 

Sam's pussy was delicate looking, almost fragile being a pale pink color but glistening with her own juices. Her inner lips were clearly visible and were splayed wide revealing the color of her inner flesh and trailed downward towards her clit. She was a natural blonde and we could see thin wisps of hair along her lips. Her asshole by contrast was a deep brown color with wrinkles radiating out all around it. 

Looking at where she knew we were behind the mirrored door Candy asked, "Look at that, isn't she beautiful?" 

Sitting in the closet, my cock in hand I could nothing but agree with Candy's assessment. 

Jocelyn wet a finger in her mouth and then rubbed the flat of it over the girl's rear hole as Candy caressed her right thigh and ass cheek. We watched as Jocelyn leaned over and stuck her tongue far out and flicked it across the hole she'd been rubbing. 

Candy hooked her thumb into Sam's pussy hole and it was evident from the teen's reaction that Candy was also rubbing her clit. Sam's hips began a slow roll as her pussy was fingered and her asshole was licked. 

After about two minutes, as the teen's passion steadily built, Candy stopped her pussy play and walked around the bed. Jocelyn squatted behind Sam and pressed her face between young blonde's legs. 

What a scene it was that was playing out just a few feet in front of me. All that was visible of Sam that wasn't lying on the bed was the back of her calves, a part of each thigh and the outer edges of her ass. 

The rest of that part of Sam's body was blocked from my view by Jocelyn's squatting form. The back of Jocelyn's head was moving minutely left and right and up and down as she pressed her face between the teen's legs from behind, her hands on the young blonde's hips. 

Lowering my eyes down Jocelyn's long smooth back they came to the twin globes of her ass, the bottom of the two rounded halves split by the vertical crack between. Her asshole was plainly visible as she squatted, and her inner lips were just in view hanging down between her legs. 

Candy went to her toy drawer and removed a harness and then selected a dildo for it. Fitting a six inch dildo into the harness Candy stepped into it and adjusted the straps. 

She came back around the bed and picked up the tube of lube still on the bed from earlier, and then smeared some over the head of the rubber cock. 

Jocelyn moved aside as Candy took position behind Sam. Between Candy's spread legs we could see her moving the dildo up and down the length of the girls slit. Candy aimed the head at the mouth of the teen's pussy and pushed into her and began a slow in and out movement fucking the young blonde. 

My view from the closet was spectacular. Sam's legs were spread wide, her feet well apart. Candy stood between them, her own feet almost as widely spread. Candy's ass was framed by the straps of the harness she wore. As she pushed into the blonde's pussy her ass would clench together, the muscles taunt. As she pulled back those muscles relaxed and her cheeks took on a smooth, alabaster look. Between her legs I could see Candy's lips hanging down between the straps of the harness and beyond could see Sam's inner lips pull slightly upwards as Candy pushed into her, then drop back down as Candy pulled out. I couldn't see the dildo moving in and out of Sam, but I didn't need to, I could picture it in my mind. 

In no time Sam began to respond to the fucking she was getting, moving her hips around as Candy fucked into her. 

Jocelyn was kneeling to one side watching the fake cock slide in and out of the young blonde as she played with her nipples with one hand and her pussy with the other. At one point she looked down between her legs and spread her lips with the fingers of one hand and with her other rubbed her middle finger rapidly over her clit for about fifteen or twenty seconds. Then after she had teased her clit she pushed her fingers back inside herself and brought her other hand back to her breasts. 

As Jocelyn masturbated beside them, Candy moved her hips back and forth, sliding the faux cock in and out of Sam. After about three minutes of fucking the teen Candy told Jocelyn, "Get on the bed and lie against the headboard." 

When the redhead had gotten into position Candy pulled her rubber phallus out of Sam's pussy. She told the blonde, "Get on the bed on your knees and eat Jocelyn's pussy while I fuck you some more." 

Sam scurried onto the bed between the redheads spread legs, pressing her mouth into her pussy straight away. 

Candy stood up on the bed and squatted behind Sam holding the fake dick in her right hand as she aimed and pushed it back into the young blonde's pussy. Holding onto her hips Candy started to fuck the young girl slowly at first but within ninety seconds began to thrust into her fast, hard and deep. 

Sam was rocking her hips back and forth as Candy slammed into her. 

Jocelyn held Sam's mouth to her pussy but it was obvious Sam wasn't doing much licking with the pounding she was taking. 

Candy yelled out to Sam, "You keep your face in that fucking pussy even if you can't eat it. Fuck her pussy with your face." Candy slammed into her over and over as Sam's pretty face rubbed against the wet flesh of Jocelyn's pussy, her nose bumping against the redhead's clit. 

Within another minute Sam began to show signs she would soon cum again. She raised her head up slightly calling out to Candy in a loud voice, sounding almost as if she were about to cry, "Fuck me mama fuck me. Fuck my pussy with your big cock. Please, oh please make me cum." 

Smiling that evil grin of hers and with her eyes afire somehow Candy found the strength to fuck the teen even harder and faster slamming her hips against Sam's young ass. 

Moments later Sam went stiff, her back arched, she was squealing through gritted teeth and then suddenly she collapsed face first onto Jocelyn's lap. 

As Jocelyn sat petting Sam's head resting in her lap Candy stepped off the mattress and sat facing us on the edge of the bed. 

She'd undone the harness and pulled the dildo from it and put it into her mouth, sucking Sam's juices from it. Then she scooted back onto the bed some and twisting her upper body lay back on one elbow and her hip. Candy left one leg stretched out and placed her other foot flat on the bed then pushed the dildo into her own snatch to the hilt. She fucked herself to an intense orgasm in about a minute while watching herself in the mirror. As she came she threw her head back and shoved the dildo deep inside herself leaving it there. As she peaked and came down from her nut she lowered her raised leg and held the dildo buried deep in her pussy, trapped between her legs and rolled over onto her belly. 

These three were finished, there was no way there could have been anymore action between them with what they'd been through, what they'd accomplished. 

I was practically done too. I sat in the recliner in the closet with my cock so hard it could've cut glass, precum running freely out of the slit in the head. My hand was pumping my cock, the head was red and sensitive it'd been stimulated so long. I'd come close to shooting my load several times during the exhibition we'd seen this afternoon, but now could wait no longer. I jerked my cock quickly sliding my hand up and down its length, the head disappearing into my fist, only to reappear on the next stroke. Suddenly cum shot out of me, the first spurt shooting straight up almost to eye level before falling back down and landing on my belly. Three other spurts quickly followed. The first of these was as copious in amount as the previous spurt but not as forceful in its exit from my cock. The second sprung from my cock only about an inch and was in an unbroken string when it crested and fell over my fist. The final spurt wasn't even really a spurt at all; the cum just kind of ran out of the piss slit and over my hand. 

Breathless I released my shrinking cock relaxed and sank back into the chair. My orgasm had been intense, having built up over such a long period of time watching as the three women made love. Now that the show was over I sat in the chair looking into Candy's bedroom through the mirror at the three beauties. 

Jocelyn had her hand resting on Sam's head, her own head resting back against the headboard apparently asleep. Sam had her head still resting on Jocelyn's lap and Candy was laying face down, both also apparently asleep. 

Richard passed me a hand towel to clean myself up with and whispered, "You shot a ton of cum, it's all over." 

All I could do was nod in agreement as I wiped up as best as I could. Then joining the girls in a nap I fell asleep where I was seated in the recliner. The last thing I saw through droopy eyes as I fell off were the three lovely women lying on the bed. 

About ninety minutes later noises woke me from my nap. I looked to my right and Richard wasn't in the chair or anyplace else in the closet. I heard something to my left and realized it was the speaker box amplifying the sounds of the girls in the bedroom beginning to stir. They were still pretty much as they'd been when I fell asleep except now Jocelyn was half laying over on her side on top of several pillows she'd piled up. 

Candy rolled over and said, "I've got to pee," as she slid off the bed. Apparently either she'd just or sometime earlier while she'd slept removed the dildo from her pussy because it now lay near the foot of the bed on the mattress. 

Lying on her side Jocelyn began to stroke Sam's blonde hair again who still had her head lying on Jocelyn's thigh. 

When Candy came out Jocelyn said, "My turn," and wiggled her legs from under Sam's body and left my view. 

Candy sat on the edge of the bed and lightly scratched the young blonde's back. She asked, "How about we all jump in and shower together when Jocelyn comes out?" 

Sam replied with a sleepy, "Ummm," which apparently was a yes because just moments later when Jocelyn returned, they all left the bedroom in the direction of Candy's bath. 

I slipped from the closet and went back into Richard's bedroom and quickly dressed. Richard was still nowhere in sight as I walked lightly down the hall, down the staircase and out the front door. Jumping into my SUV, I started it and backed out of Candy's drive. 

An hour and a half later Candy called and asked, "Well, did you enjoy the show lover?" 

"Abso-fucking-lutely," I told her. 

"When did you leave?" 

"When all of you went in to shower." 

"You stayed that long?" she asked surprised. 

"Well to be honest, after I came I was wore out and fell asleep in the chair. Watching you ladies go at it tired me out." 

Candy laughed and said, "You should have stayed a little longer." 

"Why's that?" I asked. 

"After we showered Sam wanted to go down on both Jocelyn and me again before she left. I wanted to see if I could get one more thing out of her and told her she could but only if she masturbated for us afterwards." 

"And?" I asked, regretting I had left. 

"She definitely likes eating pussy. Sam ate each of us for about ten or fifteen minutes. I came at least three more times and I know Jocelyn came twice." 

"And afterwards?" 

I could actually sense the look on Candy's face from the wistful tone of her response. 

"It's been a long time since I've seen a girl that young masturbate. And by now Sam wasn't shy in front of Jocelyn and me at all, what with everything we'd done all afternoon. Bill, she was beautiful, her head was on the pillow, her blonde hair spread out around it looking like a halo. Jocelyn and I sat on either side of her at the foot of the bed by her feet. The first thing she did was she used both hands to spread open her flower and held it open for us to look at and enjoy. Then she started with her fingers, moving them over her lips and clit, dipping them into herself. As she fingered her pussy she traded her hands a couple of times tasting herself in between. Then after about five minutes of fingering herself, she picked a dildo out of the drawer and fucked herself with it for another two or three minutes. Through a mighty intense orgasm I might add, using both hands to push and pull the dildo in her pussy. I think we may have created a beautiful, luscious, sweet, delectable monster." 

Well now I had another erection and could only say, "Damn," in response. 

Candy laughed and went on, "While we were showering together Sam wanted to wash both Jocelyn and me herself. Afterwards we both washed her. During our shower Sam did ask if we were lesbian's or did we like men too." 

"Well I know the answer to that one but what did you say?" 

"Oh we set her straight alright. We explained while we both had female lovers we both loved men too. There was no way we'd give up real cock for just toy cock. I asked her why deny yourself pleasure from both sexes? There's nothing wrong with making love with both and enjoying it too. Jocelyn told her sex is different with a man than with a woman. Not better just different that's all." 

I could hear her smile when she added, "I told Sam in fact I was having a scandalously torrid affair with a married man right now." 

Inwardly I may have cringed a little at that, but what the hell. "I know her family," I told Candy.

"You do!?" 

"Yep, they live on our street, about five or six houses down." 

"Wow, small world huh? You must have been surprised when you saw her." 

"Surprised isn't the word for it. But knowing Samantha and her family somehow made watching...I don't know...naughtier?" 

"Naughty is good." 

With a smile I replied, "It certainly can be. Did she make any plans to get with you or Jocelyn again? Seemed to me she wanted to from some of the things she'd said." 

"Nothing firm, but I think she'll be back." 

"You hope," I said laughing. 

"Fucking right I hope. Sam was a hot little vixen, lots of potential." 

"There you are, always looking for opportunities to corrupt the young." 

Laughing Candy responded, "Well, everybody's got to have a hobby you know." 

We talked another five minutes or so comparing schedules and promising to get together again soon. Shortly after that we rang off. 



My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 06



Foreword: This notice is being posted for those readers who have issues with reading anything that may be gay in nature. While this chapter, specifically the latter half, is mostly non-sexual in content a small part however does contain conversation where a gay act is discussed, about a hundred words total. If you've read any of the previous five chapters you know how small a role passive gay sex plays in this story. Nonetheless you have been warned. _____BilyumQ

This is chapter six in reflection of a long term affair I had with an exciting, vivacious, uninhibited, intellectually and sexually stimulating woman named Candy. 

At the time this story is set I'd been married for twenty plus years and had been involved romantically with Candy for more then two. And no, absolutely no, does my wife know about this affair. And Heaven forbid she ever find out. 

Yes, I'm an adulterer. But let's be frank with each other; not everyone, male or female is cut out for monogamy. Throughout our marriage I've always had a problem remaining faithful, but not because I wasn't getting what I needed at home. Quite the contrary, my wife and I enjoy a robust and healthy sex life. And I can admit my lack of fidelity is solely my fault and stems from my own compulsions. Ever since I discovered sex as a teen I've always craved being with other women, craved the difference in how they felt, how they smelled, how they tasted, how they kissed, how they made love...these differences are what I wanted to experience the most. And, not to brag, I've had more than my fair share of opportunities to experience those differences. 

My lover and I met through some business our companies did together. That stage of our relationship lasted about eight months and during it there was nothing going on between us other then business. But once the project she'd contracted for came to a successful end our personal relationship changed. 

Candy's aware I'm married and that my wife, Helen and I have a very good and strong marriage, my infidelity notwithstanding. She has no problem playing second fiddle in this relationship and has said right from the time of our first sexual encounter she didn't care I was married she wanted this affair to continue. 

Candy's also married. But hers is a marriage of convenience borne out professional expedience. She and her husband Richard have been best friends since they were ten years old or so. After they graduated from college they got married, but the marriage has never been consummated. You see Richard is strictly gay. And if you didn't know he was gay you'd never be able to tell from his mannerisms, he's not "gay-acting" at all. They got married to further their respective careers since married folks presented more maturity and responsibility in the business world and gave them a slight advantage. 

Candy and I find time to get together two or three times a week. We also talk on the phone at least that many times a day. And when Candy and I do get together it isn't always for sex, we do talk as well. I couldn't be involved with someone in this type of relationship this long if I couldn't hold a conversation with them. 

That being said, over the past two plus years Candy and I have had many exciting sexual experiences together. Since the last 'big' event where Candy and her long time female lover, Jocelyn, seduced a young woman and introduced her to the pleasures of women loving women about five or six weeks have passed. 

While sex with Candy is always exciting and never routine, since the last 'big' event sex between us has been more or less 'routine', with one notable exception. And that was when on one rainy day we made love in the park. 

You see, Candy has a thing about being watched having sex or having sex in public where she might get caught at it. The very idea of it turns her on incredibly. 

What happened that day was we were lying out in a field where we'd gone for a picnic when the sky opened up. Given the intensity of the downpour most people left almost immediately. There were still a few people around, who like us didn't mind getting wet, but no one was within fifty yards of us. 

When it started to rain Candy, who was holding her face up to the falling drops with her eyes closed said, "I love the rain; it's always so fresh and clean. Let's just sit here and let it come down on us." 

So we put everything back into the basket and sat on the picnic blanket as the rain continued to fall. As we sat and talked occasionally Candy would put her hand on my thigh and sneak a feel of my crotch. My own hand was high on her thigh caressing it. I could see the look when it came into her eyes and knew she wanted to do it right there, right then. 

So I went to my SUV and got another blanket; one of two army surplus wool blankets I kept just in case of a breakdown on a cold night or something. Going back to our picnic spot Candy and I lay together on the wet picnic blanket and I spread the wool blanket over us. 

Lying under the blanket Candy opened first her then my shorts, pushing and pulling the wet garments down over our hips. Then as we lay covered by the wool blanket we masturbated each other as we kissed. My fingers moved over and between her lips, already wet with her natural lube. They slipped into her hole and slowly pumped in and out, my thumb resting against her clit. Candy's hand stroked me, lubed by precum as it leaked out of my cock. We made out and played with each other for quite a while until Candy stopped, lay on her back and struggled out of her wet shorts. As she worked her shorts off I did the same. Candy was wearing no panties and after she'd pushed the shorts off her feet she rolled on top of me. Sliding her ass around until my cock entered her pussy she rode me as she lay flat atop me, our mouths pressed together again. Candy ground her crotch into mine, rolling her hips and sliding back and forth. The sheath of her pussy caressed my cock for four or five minutes until she had had at least two orgasms before I reached mine. When we'd finished Candy stayed as she was lying atop me and we kissed some more. 

After our lips parted Candy looked down at me with amusement on her face and her eyes still glowing with her excitement. Speaking softly she said, "The couple over there," and gave a nod of her head to my right, "was watching us almost the whole time." 

I looked over and maybe fifty or so yards away saw a young couple also sitting under a blanket in the falling rain. He had his arm around his girl and they were both sitting up facing our way. There was no chance they didn't know what we'd been up to, although they were far enough away not to really have seen anything other then some movement. But for Candy that was enough. 

"Is that why you decided to jump my bones in the park, because someone was watching us?" 

Candy just smiled one of her impish smiles and nodded then pressed her mouth back to mine. 

A bit later, after we'd cuddled awhile, I found and got back into my wet shorts and Candy wrapped one of the wet blankets around her. Then we gathered our things and walked back to my SUV. The rain had been a bit cold and now that we'd finished our physical exertions and we were both soaked to the skin our teeth began to chatter. Luckily I had a second blanket in my emergency kit that Candy wrapped around herself after she'd removed all her wet clothing while standing in the door of my SUV. As we drove back to her house I turned the heater in the vehicle up high to try and warm thing's up for us.

Candy sat in the passenger seat with the blanket pulled tightly around her. She had her legs folded under her and they were also covered with the blanket. Her head lay against the corner of the door post and the seat and she shivered for most of the ride home. As we drove I heard Candy say, almost to herself she'd said it so softly, "I love you so much."

I looked at Candy, reached over and tucked the edge of the blanket under her legs where they were exposed and replied, "I love you too Candy." 
Anyway, that's not what I'm here to tell you about, this is. 

One day Richard, Candy's husband, gave me something to think about. While not exactly a watershed event our discussion did have implications that gave me cause to pause and think about the direction of Candy and my relationship. Although our talk occurred about a week after Candy's and my encounter in the park, events would bring it back to my mind about two years later. 

The afternoon we spoke I ran into Richard at a bar I'd stopped at after work. When I came in I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. As I waited I turned around to see who I might know and saw Richard sitting alone at a table with a distracted, far away look in his eyes. 

After I got my drink I walked over and asked, "Care for some company?" 

His face brightened and he broke into a smile when he saw me standing there. Then he replied, "Always, please sit down." 

Sitting I said, "You seemed lost in thought sitting here all by yourself?' 

"Yeah, I've got a problem I'm thinking through." 

"Anything I can help with?" 

"No, no. It's a client. She's just not responding very well to therapy the doctor ordered. She was in a bad car crash and while there's no physiological reason for it, she has very limited use of her legs. The doctors and I are meeting tomorrow to discuss it. That's all." 

Not knowing anything at all about his field of work, physical therapy, I could only nod. But I could understand the concept of working through a tough problem in your mind. I'd done it many times myself. 

"Anyway, what brings you here tonight?" he asked. 

"Wife's working late on a project, Candy's out of town, didn't want to be alone. Thought I'd come in and see if I could find someone to talk to." 

"I'm here." 

"That you are." 

We chatted about this and that for nearly an hour. Richard's a huge sports fan and went on about his favorite ball teams and how well, or poorly they were doing. We talked about the cruise he was taking in a few weeks. We talked about my wife and kids. We talked about sitting in the closet five or six weeks earlier watching as Candy, Jocelyn and Sam had sex. 

Finally I asked him, "Can I ask you a frank question?" 

Richard nodded as he sipped his beer. 

"Do you really enjoy Candy dominating you the way she does?" 

"Yeah, sure. I really do." 

"The performances she's made you do in front of Jocelyn and me; that's ok with you too?" 

Again he said, "Sure," then asked, "Why?" 

"I'm just curious, that's all. I'll admit you never seemed uncomfortable doing it, any of it. But I've wondered if you've liked doing it as much as Candy liked having you do it." 

Richard took a long pull from his mug then said, "Candy and I have a special kind of relationship. We love each other deeply but it's more a brother and sister love than husband and wife love. But more importantly, there's respect on both sides of the relationship." 

"I can see that, the love and respect between you two I mean."

With an ironic smile on his face he added, "Well maybe it's more a perverted brother and sister love but it works for us. And Candy would never do anything or ask me to so something that I'd not already agreed to do." Richard took another drink from his mug then asked, "You know anything about a D&S relationship?" 

I asked, "Domination and submission?" and he nodded. 

I said, "Some." 

"Do you know who's in charge in such a relationship?" 

"Ok I get it, the sub is in charge." 

Richard smiled and said, "See, you do understand," then finished off his beer. 

The waitress passed by our table and we ordered another round. When she'd gone off to fill our order Richard went on. 

"So often I've sat in the closet and watched you and Candy make love, and Jocelyn too when she's there with you guys. And afterwards, on those occasions when she's called me into her room, I've eaten your cum from one or both of their asses or pussies. Also, when you've let her talk you into it, Candy has had me suck you off while she masturbated and watched. But none of it, let me make this clear, none of it has been anything she would, or could force me to do if I didn't want too." 

"I understand. Like I said I was just curious." Changing my tone to a more playful, teasing tone I said to Richard, "But another thing, just now you said something about watching Candy and I often." 

Richard picked up his mug, took a sip and nodded. 

"A few weeks ago when I asked you that question you said you'd only watched us the first time Candy and I had made love in her bed." 

Richard smiled big; then chuckled and said, "Well I guess you caught me in a lie. I've watched you and Candy more times then I can even begin to guess at." Again smiling hugely he went on, "You see that closet is my own personal peep show." 

I couldn't do anything but smile same as Richard and shake my head. 

"Does Candy know you watched so often?" I asked. 

Richard gave me a long look then said, "Yeah, she knew, about most of the times anyway. Oh, I'm sure there were times I was watching she probably didn't know about, but suspected I might have been." 

"Yeah I guess I know the why behind that. We both know how excited Candy gets at being watched." 

Of course Richard knew how excited she got and nodded his agreement. We sat in silence for nearly a minute sipping our drinks. Then Richard said, as his eyes studied his beer mug, "You know......no, never mind, maybe I shouldn't say anything." Then he took another sip of his beer. 

"No, go ahead. What were you going to say?" 

Richard paused almost another minute, debating something in his head. Finally he leaned forward, his arms resting on the table crossed in front of him and spoke as a father would to his daughter's suitor. "Candy and I have been married for a long time now, and you know what I mean when I say we're married. We've been best friends since grade school and all through college. I've seen men come and go in her life. Maybe forty, fifty different boys and men...," Richard held up his hand and said, "Yeah I know that's a lot, but I don't mean she's had sex with all of them either, not by a long shot. What I mean is she's had some sort of relationship beyond "hello" with them. But the point is in all these years I've never seen her like she's been since you came on the scene." 

"What do you mean?" 

He thought for a moment then said, "Let me put it this way. Imagine a special clock with a single one hour cycle, just one, no more then that. That one hour cycle would represent the total elapsed time of every relationship Candy has ever had added together, leaving out our relationship of course, but including any she's had with other women. Then take each of those relationships one by one and assign a value based on its total duration as related to that special one hour clock. Now picture each relationship as a slice of pie. The biggest slice would be Jocelyn's, probably...oh...thirty-five minutes of it. The next largest slice would be yours; around fifteen minutes. Everyone else, the forty or fifty other men and however many women there've been, all those remaining individual slices would be crammed into that last ten minutes." 

"What you're saying is typically Candy doesn't stay in a relationship very long." 

Richard nodded and said, "That's right. Except for you and Jocelyn, she's never maintained a relationship, particularly a sexual one with anyone more then a month or two, usually a lot less. Oh, sure she has friends that she's had for years, but these are people she's never had a romantic or sexual interest in. You're the only man that Candy's ever kept in her life this long. What is it...two years now?" 

Nodding I said, "Nearly two and a half." 

"You see then don't you?" he asked. 

I sat thinking, occasionally sipping my beer, for several minutes. The first time I went over it in my mind I thought the conclusion was suspect, that I'd rushed it. So I did it again slower, turning over the details in my mind, looking at them from different angles but arriving at the same place. The conclusion scared me. "No, that couldn't be it, can it?" I was thinking. 

I stared at Richard and after he'd looked into my eyes and read my face he nodded. 

"But Candy knows I'd never leave my wife. She knows what we have is..." I searched for the right word and settled on, "fleeting." Going on I added, "Candy has said or has hinted at the same thing herself several times, you know...the nature of our relationship. And she's also said she didn't mind being the 'other' women as long as I stayed in her life for as long as possible." 

Richard just shrugged. 

I knew Richard wasn't suggesting these things to get me out of Candy's life. Quite the opposite, he knew the role he played in her life and was comfortable with it. Besides if he was trying to move me out, or more accurately anyone Candy wanted in her life out, and she found out about it, there would be hell for him to pay. I didn't think Richard really wanted to take that kind of chance. I could have been wrong but I knew Richard pretty well by now and such a move would have been out of character for him. After all, truly he's always had Candy's best interests at heart. 

"You know, I'll admit this to you. Just like Candy I've never had an affair that's lasted this long either. They've all lasted days, weeks, maybe a month or two, but never this long. I've got a good woman at home and yet I'm out here fucking around on her." 

I paused as I thought for another minute or so then said, "Something's wrong with me you know that? I know better and yet I can't help myself. I'm every bit as addicted as any druggie." 

I took a long drink and emptied my mug, stewing in my thoughts. 

After a long pause I said, "I hate to say this because it'll sound so terrible but if anything were to happen between my wife and me, I'd be with Candy in a second. There'd be no question; I wouldn't even have to think twice about it. But even though my actions belie my love for her I adore my wife, I really do. But I guess my love just doesn't run deep enough to remain faithful to her." 

I looked at Richard who'd remained silent throughout and said to him, "You know I really didn't need to know this." After another minute of silence I said, "Looks like I should have just gone home this afternoon." 

Richard finally spoke up saying, "Like I said earlier maybe I shouldn't have said anything about it. But I just don't want to see Candy get hurt." 

I gave a short laugh that sounded more like a snort and said, "Too late for that. Someone always gets hurt when these things end." 

Richard said, "Look, maybe I'm wrong. Candy's never said anything at all about this to me and I've never heard her talk about it either. But on the other hand this is new territory for her, keeping you in her life this long. And I've also got to admit that I've never seen Candy as happy and content in her life as she's been since you two have gotten together." 

"She's had Jocelyn in her life longer," I offered. 

Richard thought a moment then said, "True. Maybe that's it then, you're just one of the lucky two who she wants in her life like this. Maybe it's best if you forget about this conversation. I'm sorry I even mentioned it to you." 

"Well Richard ...it's like Pandora's Box ...it's out there now and it'll be impossible to get back in." 

I sat for a bit more, finished my beer then said, "Look, I'll see you later." Then I left Richard as I'd found him, sitting alone in the bar. 

On the drive home I tried to think it through logically but my little head kept intruding on my thoughts reminding me of the times Candy and I have had together. 

In the end, even though I knew better, my little head won out over my big head. I let it decide that maybe Richard was right; maybe Candy wanted me in her life like Jocelyn was, as a friend and lover, no more then that. Anyway, both heads hoped that was it. 



My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 07



This is chapter seven in a look back at a long term affair I had with a woman named Candy. Due to its length this chapter has been broken down, hopefully at logical breaks into four parts. 

Candy is one of those one in a hundred women you come across every now and then; sexy, sensuous and totally uninhibited. Don't kid yourself, they're out there, maybe well camouflaged, but they're there. And if you're really, no, make that exceptionally lucky, you get to be a part of their life, even if it's only for a little while. 

At this point in our relationship I'd been involved with Candy for slightly more then two and a half years. We met through doing business together. The company she owned contracted with the company I work for to assist in making some changes to their business model to improve their overall throughput. For the approximately eight month duration of the project everything between Candy and I was strictly business, but after the project ended things turned decidedly in a different direction. 

We're both married, and as far as I know my wife is unaware of this affair. My wife and I do not have any kind of marital problems, other then my philandering, so I don't play around because I'm unhappy at home. I play around because of my own compulsions; I enjoy the difference of being with other women. Although she hasn't as yet with Candy, she's caught me having affairs a few times but has always let it slide; after a while anyway. And despite my lack of fidelity we have a very satisfying sex life and a good personal relationship. 

Candy's married to Richard, a man she's known since they were kids. They grew up and went to college together and got married shortly after graduation. Theirs is not a conventional marriage, it is one of convenience. Richard is gay, strictly gay and the marriage has never been consummated. They married because married people presented a more mature and responsible image in the business community they were trying to break into. They have what I'd describe more accurately as a brother/ sister relationship; in fact I stole this description using Richard's own words. 

Candy's bi-sexual and has a long time female lover, Jocelyn, who's also bi. They've been together almost as long as Candy and Richard have been married. 

Sexually there's very little Candy won't do or at least try once. She's also very much into role-playing as a part of sex and we've indulged many times in play acting. It's really a stimulating way to keep things fresh. You should try it. 

All this having been said as well as what's been written in previous chapters may be leaving you with the wrong impression. Don't get me wrong, Candy is not sexually active with everyone she knows. She does have many friends who are just that; friends. 

But one time a friend asked Candy to help her out with something suddenly very important to her. Candy's friend Julie was the stereotypical wall flower. She was plain in appearance, mousy, naïve, very prim and proper, not very worldly, and she even taught school; fourth graders. Julie explained she wanted to experience some of the things she'd seen and secretly read about, some of the things she'd heard Candy or others talking about. In short what Julie wanted was to be awakened sexually. 

But who could have expected the manner in which she wanted this awakening to happen; certainly not me.

Realizing the enormity of what her friend was asking and that the specific things she wanted to happen was too large an undertaking for just her, Candy asked for my help in this project. And that's exactly what she looked upon this as; a project to help her friend. In hindsight I don't think any military operation could have taken much more planning and preparation then this did. The way I came to be involved was... 

It was the first Friday in May when I got a call from Candy. She'd been out of town on business for nearly a week so when I saw her home number on the caller ID I answered and said, "Hello, baby. See you made it back ok." 

"Yeah, it was a bore. I'm glad to be home," she replied, then immediately asked, "Can you come over tomorrow morning?" 

My wife had already told me she was going to her club to work out first thing in the morning and then she and a girlfriend were going shopping in the Quarter. I knew when she went on one of these shopping treks it would be an all day thing. 

"Sure, I can be there. What time?" 

"Anytime, just let yourself in. If I'm not up you know where I'll be," Candy purred. 

Smiling I said, "Ok, I'll get there as soon as I can." 

"Good and by the way Julie is coming over sometime tomorrow morning too and we want to discuss something with you." 

"May I ask what?" 

"She wants us to do something for her." 

"Alright I'll see you as soon as I can. Love you. Bye." 

"Love you too baby, bye," Candy echoed. 

Pressing the end button on my cell phone I wondered for a second, "Now what can this be about?" 

Julie's a good friend of Candy's and I truly liked her. I'd been involved with Candy about two and a half years at this point and to my knowledge she was not part of Candy's 'sexual' circle of friends. In fact I'd never even heard her mention anything vaguely sexual in nature before...at all...ever. Hell I'd never even heard Julie use a curse word before. 

Personality-wise Julie couldn't have been more the opposite of Candy, or for that matter Jocelyn too, than she was. I mean personality in the sexual, sensual sense. Julie was always very cheerful, friendly and upbeat. But if anything even quasi-sexual, naughty or risqué was being talked about Julie would turn as red as a tomato. The woman was just too damn nice for her own good. And of course knowing this Candy and Jocelyn would occasionally take the opportunity to say something just to embarrass Julie, to put her on the spot. But Julie was a good sport and took it all in stride, safe in the knowledge that Candy and Jocelyn genuinely were her friends. 

Julie's parents had both died in a plane crash several years earlier, before I'd even met Candy, and they'd left their only child quite well off. Her father had made quite a bit of money in real estate and other investments, so those earnings as well as the insurance and the settlement with the airlines meant that Julie didn't have to worry about her future. Although comfortable enough not to, she worked as a school teacher, and always took the summers off when school recessed. 

She was recently divorced and from what I'd gathered from Candy and Jocelyn the divorce hadn't been pretty, but Julie would be better off without this guy. I'd never met Julie's ex because he never went anywhere or did anything with his wife. But from Candy and Jocelyn's description the guy really was a lazy, opportunistic leech. 

For all I knew their description of the guy may have been totally accurate, but remember Julie was their friend and this was the female point of view. Besides, who am I to judge? After all I'm an opportunistic letch. 

Julie was not what you'd call pretty; she wasn't ugly or anything, just not pretty. If beauty were the basis for being asked to dance, in a room of ten average women she'd be one of the last two asked. That is assuming there would be ten men in the room who wanted to dance. She was tall and slim, but not lanky though. She stood just a hair under six feet and had brown eyes. Her face was long and angular, her features sharp and pointy. Julie had a fairly nice figure with large breasts, 36C or D from what I could tell. But she was careful to hide her figure under long loose fitting dresses. Frankly her hair was her most obvious outstanding feature. Her mane was thick, luxurious and raven colored, absolutely magnificent. And she had the longest fingers, like people say make the best pianists. 

Julie was also the sweetest person you'd ever meet. Her kids, her pupils I mean, loved her. My niece was in her class the year before and I'd gone to her school once for career day and these kids hung on Julie's every word. I watched her with her class before the other people there and I got started talking about our respective work. Julie didn't just teach 'to' the kids, or 'at' them. She took the time to explain to them in an effusive animated entertaining manner the point she was trying to get across. The class participated and spontaneously laughed out loud several times during her demonstration. It was my impression this was the norm, not the exception. Later the class was actually disappointed, collectively letting out a long, "Awww," when the bell rung ending the school day. Some hung around a few extra minutes talking with Julie before they had to leave to catch their bus. It was more than the change in routine with the career day event. It was deeper than that. These kids just flat out liked coming to her class. Her fourth graders always, and not just on the Holiday's, brought her little gifts. A lot of these they'd made themselves and Julie displayed them in her classroom and in her home. She was definitely proud of her kids. 

Julie also did volunteer work at a local assisted-living home. Most everyone who lived there knew her on sight and by name and they all loved her too, looking forward to each of her visits. She played games with them, read to them, told them stories she mostly made up on the fly. Even dressing up in gaudy little costumes acting out the story she was telling, trying to make them smile at least for a little while. But I think what the old folks liked the best is when she'd just sit and listen to them as they reminisced. And she'd talk to them like an adult and not down to them as some of the homes staff did. I believe the simplest way to sum up what she did for these folks is to say she gave them the one thing a lot of them no longer got from other people...respect. 

It was all these things together that made what Julie asked of Candy and I all the more surprising, disturbing and shocking. Frankly I was dumbfounded by her request. 

The next morning, Saturday, I arrived at Candy's around eight-twenty and let myself in. She was up already and sailed into the foyer and threw her arms around my neck and gave me a deep passionate kiss then said, "Damn I missed you," before pushing her tongue back into my mouth, kissing me for nearly another minute. 

When she gave me the chance I whispered into her ear as we hugged, "Not half as much as I missed you." 

She whispered back, "Wait till you hear what Julie wants." Then Candy leaned back and looked up into my face with one of her looks and you knew this was going to be interesting. 

But in answer to the question of 'what' on my face, Candy just smiled up at me, took my hand and led me into her living room. 

With the ottoman pushed aside Julie was seated in a big, comfortable, old easy chair and Candy and I sat on the sofa. I sat forward and topped off the two women's coffee cups and poured one for myself from the pot Candy had on a silver tray on the coffee table. When I sat back Candy settled in under my right arm, snuggled herself against me and placed her left hand on top of my right thigh. 

Julie and I exchanged the usual pleasantries for several minutes until Candy said to her, "Well, he's here. So tell us what you want." 

Julie sat prim and proper on the front edge of the easy chair. Her back was straight, her knees together under the skirts she always wore, feet flat on the floor, hands on her lap, one on top of the other. 

With the exception of a one piece bathing suit, I'd never seen Julie in anything other then dresses or skirts; very unusual these days. And the dresses or skirts she wore were never too short or too tight either, never showing off her figure. 

Looking down at her hands in her lap Julie scratched at an imaginary blemish on one thumb nail with the other. After a lengthy pause she said somewhat lamentably and with a bit of a blush on her face, "I'm thirty-six years old and I've only been with two men in my entire life." After showing an ironic smile on her face for a couple of seconds Julie gave a short derisive laugh and added, "Well, one boy and a man anyway. Petey took my virginity when I was sixteen and we only did it once more after that and neither time was very good for me." She paused again still looking at her hand but now turning the flat of it in the light examining the top looking at...well, who knows what. 

Turning my head I looked at Candy and arched my eyebrows in question and she just gave me one of her smiles and mouthed the word, "Wait." 

"Ralph and I were married for almost six years and his idea of making love was to climb on, move around for a minute or two, ejaculate, then roll over and go to sleep. Needless to say it was all very...unsatisfying. But it really wasn't entirely his fault. I didn't know what I was doing either. I had no experience, nothing to base any kind of judgment on if it was good or bad sex we were having." With a sad look on her face she shook her head at the memory then after a moment said, "For the longest time I asked myself, is that it, is this what sex is? What's the big deal?" 

With nothing to say to that I kept quiet. 
Looking up from where her hands lay on her lap she said, "I met Candy, what...fifteen years ago?" 

Candy nodded and replied, "About that." 

"And shortly after through her I met Jocelyn. And although they always embarrassed me, secretly I marveled at the stories they would tell when it was just us girls around." 

With a nod Candy silently acknowledged her friends embarrassment and smiled in sympathy as we waited for Julie to say more.

"And also secretly I wished I could be more like them, so open and free, so unashamed of enjoying sex. It made me wonder all the more what I was doing wrong. Made me ask myself why wasn't I experiencing the pleasure they were?" 

"You wanted to be more like us? You won't even use words like pussy or tits for heavens sake. And remember the one time we got you to talk about anything sexual you admitted you've never even masturbated before," Candy reminded her. 

Her face turning a deep crimson Julie confirmed, "And I still haven't. What's more I'm not even sure I've ever had...," she paused as she cast her eyes my way for less than a second then looked back to Candy and hesitantly finished her sentence saying, "you know...an orgasm." 

This was the frankest talk I'd ever heard from Julie and was surprised she'd said this much. But she had more to tell us. 

Julie paused in thought for another moment, took in a deep breath, let it out slowly then said, "But now I'm free. I've no one to answer to but myself. And now I want to experience it, I want to experience it all. I want to experience what I've only heard or read about. I want to know what it's all about. I want to be shown what's it's all about. I want to be taken by someone, repeatedly. I want to be ravaged." 

When she didn't say anything more for several long seconds I said, "Julie what I'm hearing is you're asking to be made make love to, not just to be screwed." 

"No, no I don't want to be made love to. At least not in the sense that you're meaning it right this moment," she said as she shook her head. 

Frowning I said, "Then Julie I'm sorry. I don't mean to be this slow but I just don't understand." 

For the first time since she began speaking Julie made and held eye contact with me. Then slowly and quietly she said in a voice just above a whisper, annunciating each word carefully, "What I want...what I need...is to be is ravaged, abused, dominated and humiliated. I want to be made to do things I've never done, things I've never even heard about or thought of, and not to have any control over it. In short what I want to be...is raped." 

As Julie let it come out, actually put into words what it was she wanted to happen to her, Candy's hand squeezed my thigh tightly. I sat there dumbstruck, stunned, not sure I'd heard Julie correctly, but knowing I had. The only way to put it is to say my gast was utterly flabbered. 

I went to say something a couple of times but nothing came out, my mouth just opened and closed; I guess I looked like a goldfish. Finally getting my thoughts together I leaned forward, placed my coffee cup and saucer on the table and asked incredulously, "You're asking to be attacked?" 

Nodding Julie sat primly with her hands clasped on her lap, a demure smile on her lips and answered simply, "I am." 

Julie had said 'I am' as casually as if she'd answered 'yes please' when asked if she wanted more coffee.

Sitting back I ran my hand through my hair as my brain processed what I was hearing. Then after nearly a minute of thought I leaned forward again and asked, "Isn't that a bit extreme? I mean you're very inexperienced, from your own mouth you've said that. And now you want...this? Isn't that a bit ambitious?" 

Julie thought for several seconds then nodded and responded, "It is. Look I can understand your shock. But I know what I'm asking and this is something I really want." 

Wide eyed, eyebrows arched, blowing a breath out slowly I again rubbed my head. 

Seeing I was confounded by what she had told us Julie offered, "Let me explain. I know this is going to sound sick, and it is but I can't help that. When I was a sophomore in college a girl in our dorm was raped. I mean really raped. She was badly beaten by her attacker and when she stumbled back into the lobby she was practically naked. Two other girls and I took her to the campus infirmary and stayed with her. I held her hand as the doctor examined her and while the nurse took pictures of her injuries and took samples from her. When the police came to ask her questions I was asked to step out of the room but stayed right by the door in case she needed me." 

I was wondering where this was headed, but neither Candy nor I said anything. Instead we waited for Julie to continue. 

As she tugged down the hem of her skirt, insuring her knees were covered, Julie began to shift in her seat as she told her tale. "The girl didn't say much at first but the policewoman was very gentle and coaxing. She empathized with her and explained that the only chance they had of catching this guy was if she helped them. Finally the girl began to tell the police what had happened. The things she said the rapist had done to her both disgusted and excited me. I couldn't believe the things I was hearing. Tears ran down my face as I listened to what the poor girl had endured. But inexplicably I was also very excited and...and wet, you know...down there," Julie said nodding towards her lap. "My heart went out and I felt horrible for her, for everything she'd gone through that night. And I felt horrible for myself too, for what was happening to me right then. I asked myself what kind of sick person gets sexually aroused hearing what she'd had to endure. But I had no answer." 

I thought, "Who would?"

Looking up at Candy and me with sad eyes she said, "Still don't really." Then Julie went quiet. 

Almost a full minute of deafening silence had passed when Candy quietly asked, "Can we help her?" 

Thinking she'd lost her mind too I looked at Candy, not believing she was serious. 

"Come on, we can help Julie live out her fantasy," Candy urged. 

Sitting quietly thinking for a moment more I finally said, "Julie I think I understand what you're asking for. You don't really want to be raped, you just want to play act some, right?" 

Shaking her head vigorously Julie responded, "No. Like I already said I want no control over what's happening to me. I want to be raped." 

I looked at Candy and with a hopeful look on her face she nodded indicating she understood what Julie was asking. 

"Look," I began. "I'm not saying no, but I need to think about this. Ok?" 

"That's fair," Julie said. 

I left Candy's shortly after, my head awhirl. I really did understand what she was asking for. Regardless of what Julie was saying I knew she didn't really want to be raped or actually hurt. She just wanted a little kinky fun. And that was fine. But as I'd pointed out to Julie earlier this was a bit extreme for someone of her experience. And it was not something I was real comfortable with doing, at least not without some safeguards. Julie had to understand that she may not 'know' exactly what it was she was asking for. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 07



So for the next few days I thought about it, at times to distraction and by Wednesday I'd reached my decision. I called Candy at her office and asked, "Can you get Julie to your house this evening?" 

Candy excitedly asked, "You've decided? You going to do it?" 

"Can you?" I repeated. 

"Yes, yes I can get her there. Are you going to do it or not?" she asked testily. 

Her question was met with silence and after five or so seconds she gleefully said, "Oh you dog, you're going to do it aren't you," making it more a statement then a question. 

"It depends." 

"Depends on what?" 

"You'll find out this evening. Six-thirty's good?" 

"Yes, six-thirty. And I promise you won't be sorry." 

I arrived at Candy's home promptly at six-thirty and saw Julie's car was in the drive. Letting myself in I walked into the living room where Candy and Julie were and saw there were seated where they'd been last Saturday. I leaned over and gave Candy a quick kiss then sat next to her on the sofa. 

Candy sat fidgeting about and Julie had a look of concern on her face, as if worried about my decision. 

I sat looking back and forth between them for several moments until Candy slapped me playfully on the arm and said, "Oh come on, tell us already." 

"We can do this," I said simply and both women broke out in wide smiles. 

"But there's got to be some rules," I went on. 

"What kind of rules?" Julie asked guardedly. 

"First what you're asking to be done can get pretty intense, maybe even a little out of control. So you've got to understand that you're in charge." 

Julie interrupted whining, "But that's not what I want, I don't want to...," and I held my hand up to stop her. 

"Let me finish. We'll do the things you've asked. We'll dominate, humiliate, abuse and rape you. You won't have any choice in the matter. We'll do anything we want to you, for however long we want to do it and there'll be nothing you can do about it. That is except for one thing." 

"And what's that?" 

"The only thing you'll be able to do is stop it." 

Julie was shaking her head no as I went on, "This is for your own protection Julie. It has to be this way." 

Julie was still shaking her head so I said, "Julie, it's this way or for me it's no way." 

Julie sat looking dejected and disappointed so I needed to show her what I meant. "What's your favorite color Julie?" 

"Lavender. Why?" she asked. 

"That's good, that's unique enough. That can be your safe word. If at anytime while we're doing this and you feel we've gone too far all you need to say is your safe word 'lavender' and it'll stop." 

"But that...," she began then stopped when I held up my hand. 

"To give you an incentive to not use your safe word there'll be a penalty associated with its use." 

"What kind of penalty?" 

"If you use your safe word, no matter what's happening the game will end...immediately and permanently. There'll be no do-overs, no restarts, no 'I didn't mean to say it' taken as an excuse. The game will be over. Finished. Done. Understand?" 

Julie nodded. 

"With this safeguard in place the decision to stop the game in its entirety is yours. But you can't stop any individual thing or act we'll do to you without bringing the entire game to an end. Is that acceptable to you?" 

Julie sat in thought for a couple of minutes before replying. "I can see where you'd feel you might need this." After a few seconds more consideration she said, "Yes, sure, I can accept that." 

I nodded then said, "We also need to come up with a safe signal in case you can't talk." 

"Can't talk?" Julie asked with surprise in her voice. 

"Yeah, say if someone had their hand over your mouth or something like that." 

Candy asked, "What kind of signal?" 

We all sat thinking then Julie suggested, "How about this?" 

Julie was demonstrating her suggestion by holding her hand up with just the index and little finger extended and the other fingers and thumb down as she rotated her wrist back and forth. 

"That should do it. But if you use this signal use both hands because we may not see one or the other. Ok?" 

Both Julie and Candy nodded their understanding. 

"Just so we're clear on this, your hand signal will work the same as the word lavender; it will bring an immediate end to this game. Ok?" 

Again both Julie and Candy nodded their understanding. 

"Now for the game itself, is there anything that's off limits?" 

"Well I guess there may be a couple things after all. I don't want to really be beaten up. I don't want to bleed and try not to bruise me where others could see it. But other than that do anything you like. As you've pointed out I can stop it if I want to. And besides that's what I want; to experience some of the things I've been missing." 

"Then what about a time frame?" 

"Time frame?" Julie and Candy asked almost simultaneously. 

"Sure. You want this to be as real as possible right?" 

Julie nodded. 

"Ok then this has to come as a surprise, or as much of a surprise as we can make it." 

Candy said, "Oh I get it. You know it's going to happen but you just don't know when it'll happen. Right?" 

"That's the idea," I answered. 

Again we sat quietly for several minutes as Julie thought and then she said, "School lets out on the last Friday of this month and I don't have anything I have to do or anywhere I have to be until two weeks before school starts again." 

"So you're free anytime from Memorial Day weekend until around August fifteenth?" I wanted verified. 

Julie nodded and said, "Yeah that sounds about right." 

"Ok then. It looks like we have at least the framework of the game now. Julie we'll not speak of this game again when we're together, other then if you have a change of heart about doing it or about not wanting something specific done to you. In that case just tell Candy. This way we can still hang out together." 

"Sounds good," Julie said with a big smile. "I can hardly wait. I can't believe how excited I am. Thank you guys, I really mean it." 

"Well don't let your excitement overwhelm you. It could be three months before anything happens. But then again it could be tomorrow," I said with a smile. "And don't thank us yet; you may not like what happens." 

Then I looked at Candy and saw she had that look in her eye and could tell she was already very excited by what lay ahead. 

I stayed until about nine-thirty then left to go home. On the way out the door Candy said after she'd given me a long kiss goodbye, "Thank you for going through with this, but I knew all along you'd do it. I knew you wouldn't pass up an opportunity like this."

I could only smile in reply. Candy just didn't know how close I'd come to deciding not to do this at all or how uncomfortable about this whole thing I still felt. But now I'd said I'd do it I'd follow through, I'd keep my word.

Although we talked daily by phone Candy and I couldn't find any time to get together during the rest of the week or that weekend. I do after all have to spend some time with my wife. So on Tuesday I called Candy at her office and told her we needed to get together and talk some about the game, that I needed some help planning it. We agreed to meet at her house on Wednesday evening, as my wife would be out of town on business. 

Wednesday evening I was in Candy's kitchen chopping up some vegetables and chicken for dinner. We talked about this and that as I sliced and diced when the phone rang. Candy talked about five minutes on the phone and after she hung up she let me know Jocelyn was on her way over too. So I made sure I prepared enough for her to join us. 

We finally got around to discussing the game about the time Jocelyn arrived and walked in on our conversation. As I stir fried the vegetables I was saying, "The way I see it we have several problems. One, how do we grab her, two, where do we grab her, three, where do we take her, four, how do we secure her and five, what do we do to her." 

Jocelyn was leaning on her forearms on the island countertop snacking on a baby carrot when she asked, "What in the world are you two talking about?" 

Candy explained what Julie had asked us to help her with and how we'd agreed it would have to come as a surprise to her to make it as real as possible. 

The initial look on Jocelyn's face was a lot like my initial response had been; one of shock. But moments later she realized the potential involved with playing this game. She stood up and said excitedly, "Oooo, I want in on this. You've got to let me in. I want to play too." 

Candy turned her head my way and asked the question with a look then said, "We could probably use her help." 

Thinking Candy was right about that, after flipping the vegetables over in the pan I looked at Jocelyn and said, "You're in." 

Jocelyn said, "Yeah, alright! What's first?" 

Candy shrugged, "I'm not sure." 

Then I said, "I see it as two first questions; the how and where do we grab her. One will determine the other." 

They both agreed and the room was silent for a bit as each of us thought about it. 

Jocelyn asked, "Why not from her house?" 

I shook my head and said, "Those houses over there are pretty close and we could be seen. We don't want someone calling the cops thinking it's real. And besides remember, she has that old busy body that lives across the street you guys sometimes talk about." 

Candy nodded adding, "Yeah, last year when Julie went on vacation and Richard and I took care of feeding her cats the old lady would always come out front and watch as I went in. She knew I was a friend of Julie's but she still gave me the evil eye." Candy shivered at the memory then went on, "And once when Richard went over he was going back out into the garage from the kitchen and she was standing right there when he opened the door. Richard said she about scared the crap out of him. He said after that he always closed the garage door back down and locked it before going into the house." 

Jocelyn said, "And there's all those kids always running around the neighborhood too. Point made I guess. Where else then, the nursing home?" 

"Same problem, always a lot of people coming and going," I said taking the pan from the fire. 

Candy suggested, "How about the mall parking lot." 

"Camera's," I told them. 

They both nodded then Candy asked, "What about the park where Julie jogs?" 

"Would that be the park where they had that little fair we went to and saw her jogging?" I asked. 

Candy nodded.

I thought about it for a minute then said, "No good. It has houses on three sides and the fourth side is right on the main street, lots of traffic. If we did it there we'd have to drag Julie across the park to a side street or out to the main street. I really don't think we should be doing that." 

Jocelyn agreed, "Yeah, I guess not."

During dinner we kicked a few more ideas around but really weren't getting anywhere. 

As we cleared the table I said, "It appears we need to do it right on the street, but someplace isolated. And if we do find such a place then the question becomes how we would get Julie to come to that spot." 

Candy rinsed as I loaded the dishwasher when Jocelyn suddenly slapped her hands together and said, "I think I know where. I think it'll probably be a good spot too." 

Candy asked, "Where?" 

"Come on," Jocelyn said as she grabbed her purse. "It'll be easier to show you." 

We got into her car and as we drove to the location she had in mind we passed on our right what I thought was the park we'd talked about earlier. At the road that bordered one side of the park Jocelyn turned left onto a side street and we started up a small hill. About twelve hundred feet later after we went around a curve she pulled to the curb and we all got out. 

"Well?" Jocelyn asked. 

I stood behind her car and looked up and down the street. We were just above where the street straightened after it came out of the curve coming up from the bottom of the hill. From about the center of the curve to the crest of the incline the street rose about twenty feet over roughly nine hundred feet in length. 

In the opposite direction around the curve, the way we'd just come, the bottom of the street headed towards the park. But standing where we were you couldn't see beyond the curve because of a high brick wall which ran that side of the street. Coming uphill you'd have to be halfway through the curve before you saw the portion of the street on which we were standing. 

And because of a similar wall on the opposite side of the street and all the vegetation on top of it, this part of the street was also blocked from the view of the few houses behind the wall on that side. From what I could see the wall on each side of the street ran from below the curve on through the crest of the incline. 

Standing where I was you couldn't see beyond the upper end of the street where it crested. So I walked up there to look around and saw that about a hundred and fifty foot beyond the crest of the hill the street curved the opposite way from the first curve. We were actually standing on a kind of elongated S-curved street. 

Along the length of the street from beyond the crest to below the lower curve the trees on either side had been here a quite a while and had grown to meet in the center forming a canopy over the street. This was good; no random traffic reporter, news or police chopper flying over could see the street from the air. What I was considering was Murphy's Law. If we decided this was the place to snatch Julie and if someone were flying over who's typically looking down for something to report they would be doing so at that moment. Again we didn't want someone seeing this and thinking it was real. 

I stood right at the crest and looked down the street to where Candy and Jocelyn waited and from here could see no homes looking out onto the part of the street from me to the girls. 

Taking my cell phone out I called Candy and had them move the car up about three hundred feet and park again. This left them a little less then halfway down the hill from my position. When they had parked again I asked them to get out and stand by the front of the car. 

I walked further away from their position until I just lost sight of their heads. After looking around I then walked an additional hundred feet or so which brought me into the upper curve of the street. I walked this extra distance to compensate for someone's line of view if they were sitting in a truck. My thought being with someone sitting higher the location where Candy and Jocelyn were would come into view sooner. Again I looked around and saw no houses with windows facing down the street. 

Walking back down the hill to where the women were I kept looking around to see if there were any houses with a view of that part of the street and saw none. Arriving back at the car I again looked back uphill for someone with a view and there was one house with one small window that looked out onto the street. But from here it looked like a small frosted window in a bathroom and figured no one would be looking out that one. 

This was a residential side street and there was little traffic on it, pedestrian or otherwise. In fact while we'd scoped out the location only two or three cars had passed. 

Jocelyn asked, "What do you think?" 

I looked at them and said, "This is the place. It's perfect. We'd still have to be quick but this is it." 

The girls grinned pleased with themselves. 

"We still have to figure out how to get Julie out here in the first place though," I reminded them. 

That tempered their enthusiasm somewhat. But I had the germ of an idea developing in my mind but just couldn't quite grasp what it was. 

As we drove back to Candy's house we passed a guy changing a tire on his truck and the idea in my head gelled. 

I tossed out the question, "What would you say is one of Julie's defining characteristics?" 

They shot back with several answers until Jocelyn hit the one I was thinking of when she said, "She has a big heart." 

When she said that I broke into a broad grin and in unison they both asked, "What?" 

"What would Julie do if a friend called and said she had a problem?" I asked. 

"She'd help," Candy answered immediately. 

"That's right," I agreed. 

Jocelyn and Candy looked at each other a moment, then back at me. Then both looked forward, thinking. 

After ten or so seconds of silence Jocelyn said, "I don't get it." 

Candy said, "I think I do. If I were driving on that street back there and say...say I got a flat and then called Julie for help...she'd come help. Right?" 

"Pretty much. But more importantly it would bring Julie to this spot at a time of our choosing," I pointed out. 

Both women smiled and nodded then Jocelyn said, "First problem solved." 

"Yeah, that just leaves the other problems. Next is how do we grab her?" Candy wondered out loud. 

We were back at Candy's house and sitting in the living room talking it over some more when I asked Candy, "You told me a couple months ago your company was buying new service vans for your fleet. You're still doing that?" 

Candy nodded and said, "Yeah we're buying twenty over ten months. Why?" 

"The ones you've already bought, they're already painted with your logo and all?" 

"All but the last two. They come to our shop first and the guys fix up the insides with the worktable, trays and other equipment stands they need. Then we send them out for painting." 

"These are regular delivery type panel vans with the sliding side doors or with the hinged doors?" 

Candy nodded saying, "They have sliding doors." 

"What does the back look like before your guys put in the stuff they want?" 

"They come with just the two front seats and nothing at all in the back. Our guys put in safety mesh behind the seat and then the other things I'd mentioned." 

"Can you hold one of these from being fitted out and painted? Or when would you buy the next set in June?" 

"Well I can certainly hold one from being fixed up and painted; I do own the company. But why?" 

I looked from Candy to Jocelyn then back again before saying deadpan, "Because we're going to use one of your vans to grab Julie." 

Candy thought a moment then said, "I'll get one for us. But how are we going to do it, how are we going to grab her?" 

"Well I'm not exactly sure yet, but I've got a couple ideas I need to think through first before saying anything." 

Candy nodded then picked up her glass of wine, held it up and said, "Well here's to our plan starting to come together." 

That weekend my wife and I visited some friends, a couple who'd shortly be going out of town on vacation. I'd known Carl forever. All through school he'd been the classic nerd right down to the pocket protector and black horn rimmed glasses he wore. His family lived down the street when we were kids so we've known each other a long time, having played together even before we were old enough for school. I liked Carl and had protected him from the bullies in school pretty much as long as I'd known him. And even though after about the third grade we didn't run in the same crowd anymore he was still my friend. In high school I ran with the so-called "bad" kids and rode a '59 Harley FL pan head. It was chrome with blue tank and fenders with a springer front end. And to complete the image I wore an old leather bomber jacket too. Man how I loved that bike. Wish I still had it.

After graduating from college Carl had done pretty well for himself over the years, career and investment-wise. He'd been able to buy one of the huge old landed estates that had once dominated the area before the developers turned most of them into subdivisions. He and his family were avid sailors and once every second or third year he'd take the summer off and sail his boat. He has a pretty big sailboat, about a forty footer I'd guess and one summer they sailed the Gulf of Mexico and part of the Caribbean. Another summer after sailing around the Keys in Florida they sailed up the east coast to Massachusetts and back again. This year he'd paid some people to sail the boat to California for him and they were going to sail parts of the Pacific. It would be just him, his wife and their kids and that's all they could talk about during our visit. Finally Carl had to tell the kids to go play and leave the adults alone. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 07



As usual he asked me to keep an eye on the place for them while they were gone. Later when I finally got him alone I asked him if he minded if I used his house for something during the summer. There were few secrets between us and one of the big ones he knew about was Candy. 

With a friendly smile he asked, "Oh Lord what are you and Candy up to now?" 

Without telling him the who I laid out a vague outline of what we had in mind. 

After hearing the tale he said, "Of course you can use the place. Hell man just make sure if you video this I get a copy, I'd love to see it." 

I thanked him and said, "I intend on keeping this whole thing just in the garage." 

"Don't worry about it. I know you'll take care of the place." 

"When do you guys leave?" 

"June third. We fly out to San Diego and sail from there." 

Just then the wives came out to the patio and we joined them in other conversation for the rest of the evening sitting around the pool. 

I asked to use Carl's place because it offered what we needed for the game; isolation and privacy. The old estate he'd bought had a long-standing red brick wall around its entire perimeter. While his house on the property was relatively new, the wall dated back about a hundred and fifty years but was still in sound condition. The wall was ten feet high and coupled with the much newer electronic security gates at the driveway it all served to keep things nice and private. Not that the property needed a wall at all for privacy, it was so huge. But more importantly for my purposes the size of the property meant the house of his nearest neighbor was more than seven, eight hundred yards away from his. This would give us the isolation we'd need. 

I met Candy for lunch one day the following week. During our meal we talked about several things but she finally got around to asking, "You get a plan worked out yet on how to get Julie?" 

"Just about," I said between bites of my lunch. 

"How are we going to do it?" 

Smiling at her I took another bit of my salad. 

"Are you going to tell me?" she pressed. 

"When I get it all worked out I'll let you know." 

Candy gave me a little look of annoyance mixed with a pout. 

Then I said to her, "By the way. We've got a place to take her." 

That perked her back up and she leaned over the table and whispered conspiratorially, "Where?" 

"Carl and his family are going away for the summer sailing the Pacific. We're going to use his place." 

Candy sat back nodding and with a sly smile said, "Oh, that's a good place. It's far away from any neighbors too. When are they leaving?" 

"The third." 

Picking up a piece of rare prime rib on her fork she asked, "It's really starting to come together now isn't it?" 

"Well hold on, we still got a lot to do. It's only been about two weeks since I was brought in on this and we still need to figure out how we're going to hold her and what we're going to do to her." 

After she swallowed what was in her mouth she said, "Jocelyn has an idea of how to hold her and she and I have been talking about the other stuff too." 

"Care to share any of that with me?" I asked. 

"Why should I, you didn't share," Candy teased. 

Since my earlier comment I'd been waiting for her to say something like that so I replied, "Ok then." Taking a bite of my fish I acted as if I was totally disinterested. 

"All right then, be that way," she said miffed and took another bite of her prime rib. 

But about ten seconds after she'd chewed and swallowed that bite she broke down and said, "Oh alright, I'll tell you. Jocelyn said her dad has a home made twin size bunk bed that was broken and he was going to throw it out. But she asked him to hold onto it for her because she knew someone who might want it. Jocelyn said it's pretty sturdy and she thought if we could fix it somehow it should be good for what we want to do." 

"Where is it?" 

"At her dad's house." 

"When can we see it?" 

"I'll give her a call this evening and find out. When would you be able to see it?" 

Thinking for a moment I said, "Tomorrow afternoon if we can." 

Candy nodded and said, "I'll let you know." 

When Candy didn't say anything about what she and Jocelyn had discussed about what they thought we should do to Julie I asked, "And the other thing?" 

Candy looked around us at the other diners and said, "Not here, later." 

So we finished our meal as we had started; talking about other things. Afterwards as we stood on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant Candy asked, "Can you come to my office for a bit? I want to tell you about what Jocelyn and I talked about." 

I looked at my watch and said, "Sure." 

It was a short walk over to her office building and we held hands as we strolled. As we rode up in the elevator Candy still held my hand and lightly stroked the inside of that same forearm with the nails of her other hand as she leaned against me. 

Passing her personal assistant Rosemary, a strikingly beautiful older black woman, Candy told her pleasantly, "Please hold my calls." 

"Yes Candy," Rosemary replied and shot me a dazzling smile. 

I sat in the chair in front of Candy's desk as she sat behind it. For the next fifteen minutes she told me what she and Jocelyn had discussed. She told me what they thought would be fun and also be what Julie was looking for. 

When she was done I said, "Sounds like we got some shopping to do." 

Getting up from her chair Candy walked around the desk saying, "Yeah I think we can get everything we need from an adult bookstore and what we can't, we'll order." 

I nodded then rose from the chair and Candy stepped into my arms and kissed me long and passionately. 

After our kiss, her arms around my neck she said, "I think Julie will be surprised and delighted, at least I hope so." 

"I hope so too with all we're going through. I don't think I've ever been involved in something sexual like this that took so much planning and such. Not to mention this is going to cost a little bit too." 

Her arms still around my neck Candy pulled my head down and placed her forehead against mine, looked into my eyes and chastised me, "Oh don't be such a tightwad," then smiled. 

Pulling her head back she looked up at me and said, "Look at it like it's a gift. When we're done we'll give everything to Julie, who I think will be able to find a use for it afterwards." 

I nodded, kissed Candy again then afterwards said, "I've got to run." 

We released each other and I walked to the door. With my hand on the doorknob Candy asked, "You sure you don't want to stay a little longer?" 

When I looked back she was bent over her desk, resting on her forearms with her skirt pulled up around her waist. She was slowly moving her bare ass from side to side looking back over her shoulder smiling at me. 

How could I pass this up? I walked back over to Candy and caressed the cheeks of her ass and the backs of her thighs. As I moved my hand over her smooth flesh I slid it between her thighs and felt along her wet slit with my fingertips. Candy was very wet already and when I passed my fingers between her lips I was able to sink two of them into her immediately. 

Candy moaned and pushed herself back onto my probing fingers as I masturbated her and rubbed my thumb alongside her clit. As I fingered her I continued to caress her cheeks and thighs with my other hand for another minute and a half or so. Then I stopped playing with Candy long enough to undo my belt, zipper and button at the waist of my pants. They fell free to the floor and were quickly followed by my shorts as I pushed them down with both hands. 

As I opened my clothing Candy remained bent over the desk, her right hand underneath her and between her legs. Placing my hands back on her backside again after I dropped my pants Candy took her hand away from her pussy. Moving one hand between her legs I caressed her outer lips for fifteen or twenty seconds more then pushed my two fingers back inside her pussy. I fingered her as I stroked my semi-hard cock with my other hand, bringing myself to a full erection. 

After masturbating us both for about another minute and a half I pulled my fingers from inside her and stepped squarely behind Candy. With one hand on her ass I pressed the head of my cock between her lips and rubbed it several times up and down her slit, rubbing it over her asshole then down to nudge against her clit. Placing the head of my cock at her opening I pushed myself slowly into her pussy then lay over her and nuzzled her ear as I offered her the two fingers I'd had inside her. 

Candy held my wrist and took the fingers into her mouth and licked and sucked them lovingly. As I pumped my cock slowly in and out of her she cleaned my fingers of her juices. When she was done she released my hand and I placed them both on her hips as I stood and increased the pace of my thrusting. As I fucked into her she pressed back to meet me and kept up as I changed pace from slow and easy to fast and hard and back again. 

Staying bent over the desk she rose up onto her hands as I rode her from behind. In the glass of the door on the cabinet behind her desk I could see her reflection. Candy had her eyes closed and was biting her bottom lip as she neared her orgasm. Her head slowly sagged and hung down the closer she came to her release until she was right at the edge of cumming. Then she began pushing her hips back hard to meet my thrusts, so hard our hips slapped together making an audible sound as they met. 

As she began to cum she moaned softly, her left hand going to her breasts. I could feel her pussy clasping at my cock as she rode the waves of her pleasure, her hips still pushing back to meet my fucking cock. 

As Candy came down from her orgasm she pushed things aside and lay down flat on top of her desk. She lay bent over like that breathing deeply for fifteen or twenty seconds as I stood behind her my hard cock still inside her. 

Standing she pulled herself off my cock, turned, squatted and took me into her mouth. Candy cleaned her own juices from my cock as she licked and sucked me to my nut two minutes or so later, swallowing my load as it filled her mouth. She let my softening cock slip from between her lips and sat back still squatting while holding herself up with one hand on the edge of her desk. With her other hand she used her finger to wipe up some cum that had leaked from her mouth and down her chin, putting that finger into her mouth afterwards sucking it clean. 

Finished eating my cum Candy stood and we embraced, kissing deeply as our tongues played back and forth in each others mouth. Leaning back in our embrace she looked lovingly up at me and with one hand pushed a shock of hair from my forehead then hugged me to her again. 

I held Candy tight for another minute or so, hugging her, holding her against me. Then I kissed her again and after our lips parted said, "I really hate to fuck and run, and although I'd much rather stay here with you I really do have to go. I've got to get back to the office." 

Not letting go of me Candy hugged me tighter still. Her head rested against my chest where she'd placed it after our kiss and after nearly half a minute she finally said, "I know." A few moments later she turned her face up to me for one more kiss. 

After that one she released me and said, "You better go before I jump you again." 

As she pushed her skirt back down I bent over and pulled my pants and underwear up. 

After we'd straightened ourselves up Candy walked me to her office door and before opening it we kissed and hugged again. Then we confirmed our plans to get together tomorrow night to see what Jocelyn had at her dad's. 

Walking through Candy's outer office, Rosemary gave me what appeared to be a knowing smile and cheerfully said, "Bye." 

As I closed the door leaving from Rosemary's space I heard Candy telling her, "Come on in let me tell you about it." 

I wondered as I walked down the hall to the elevator if the 'it' she was telling Rosemary about was our spontaneous little tryst. I wouldn't put it past her. 

The next afternoon Jocelyn met me at Starbuck's and then we drove to her dad's house in her car. 

Her dad, Dylan, was a hulk of a man with red hair, a friendly face and the handshake of a bear. I liked him immediately. He took us out into his garage and showed us the bunk bed. 

It was a massive home made bed constructed by someone who knew a thing or two about carpentry. Dylan said with a hint of an Irish brogue, "My older brother built it for his sons when they were little and when they outgrew it he gave it to me for mine." 

In my mind I thought, "Outgrew it!!" How big were the sons that they outgrew this thing? 

The bed was custom made with a twin sized mattress on the bottom bunk. The spring frame for the top bunk's mattress was hanging down on one corner where the corner post had split. The corner posts were made from 4x4's and the sides and ends of each bed frame was 2x6's. I picked up the lower mattress and saw the spring frame under it was in fair shape but more importantly the runners the frame sat on were in good shape. I looked at the broken corner post and saw that it had split from the top down through the holes for the bolts holding the bed frame to the corner posts. Since we wouldn't be using the top bunk at all this wasn't a problem. 

When Dylan saw me inspecting the spilt corner post he said, "Yeah Michael was playing with a hatchet one day and decided to stick it in the post. It started splitting not long after." 

I'd never met Jocelyn's brother Michael and didn't think I wanted to since he seemed to like to sleep with a hatchet in his bed. I asked Dylan, "Are you willing to sell it?" 

"Oh glory no. You're welcome to it," he said in that subtle brogue. "I was just going to trash the damn thing until my Jocelyn asked me to hold on to it for her." 

"My Jocelyn," he'd said. It was easy to see that Jocelyn was still the apple of daddy's eye. And Jocelyn being his only daughter I guess I could understand that, having only one daughter myself. 

"Well we'll certainly take it off your hands if that's alright." 

"That'll be fine my ole sod." 

Keeping in mind Carl and his family weren't leaving until the third, another nine days away I asked Dylan if we could leave the bed here until the Saturday after next. I explained I needed to borrow a friend's truck for the task and get some help to move it. 

Dylan gave it no thought and said, "Ah, that's no problem. You can just pick it up that Saturday whenever you like." 

We spent a few more minutes visiting and I could see even in this short period of time that Jocelyn and her dad had a very good, very loving relationship. When we left Dylan took my hand in his huge paw again and shook it, then hugged and kissed Jocelyn on the cheek. 

As we drove back to Starbuck's I asked Jocelyn, "What's this 'my old sod' thing?" 

She laughed and said, "Daddy meant it in a friendly way, like if someone would say to you 'oh you old bastard'. But friendly, playing with you, you know?" 

"Oh ok. I just never heard that before." 

She looked over at me and said, "You know he really liked you. Daddy doesn't usually take to new people too easily and I could tell he took to you right away." 

"That's good to know because he's a bear of a man." 

"Daddy?! Oh he might be a bear, a teddy bear maybe," she laughed. 

I smiled then told her, "You were right about the bed. With a little work we can put it to good use. It's solid too; Julie won't be able to hurt that thing." 

Jocelyn nodded in agreement as we pulled into the Starbuck's parking lot where I'd left my SUV. She put her car into park and we sat talking for a couple of minutes. 

"Candy told me about what you two discussed doing to Julie and I think that's on the right track. We're going to a couple of the adult bookstores Saturday evening to shop and I'd like you to come to." 

She nodded and said, "I'll be there. What time?" 

I told her what time we planned on meeting at Candy's house then teasing her said, "You sure are the apple of daddy's eye, aren't you?" 

She just grinned, sexily shrugged her shoulders and said, "Yeah I guess so." 

"Oh don't be modest, you got him wrapped around your little finger and you know it," I teased. 

She just gave me a broad grin in response. 

"I wonder if you'd still be the apple of daddy's eye if he knew what a wild, dirty little slut you really are," I teased her again. 

"Daddy would never believe anything so horrible about his little angel," she smiled innocently and batted her eyes. 

Laughing I said, "See, you got him wrapped," then leaned over and kissed her before I got out of the car. 

On Saturday morning my wife and I had taken our niece and nephew to the zoo. After dropping them off at their home we got back to our house just before noon. Helen and I spent the rest of the lazy afternoon making love and napping. 

Late that afternoon she got a call from her girlfriend Barbara and after answering I handed her the phone. 

They spoke for several minutes and after hanging up Helen told me, "Barbara, Shirley and I are going to the Repertory Theater tonight to see a comic adaptation of Hamlet." 

I made a face at her and she laughed and said, "I know, I know. Not your kind of thing." We stood hugging and looking into each others eyes for a moment. Then she placed her hand on my cheek and said, "That's why I love you so much, no class at all." Then she kissed me. 

After our kiss I said, "Well since you're going out I think I may do something too." 

"Ok dear, see you when you get home." Then Helen went in to shower. 

I stood in the kitchen for a moment, debating with myself then said, "Fuck it," and headed in to shower with her. 

Helen smiled at me when I stepped in then handed me the liquid soap and asked me to wash her back. I poured soap into my palms and rubbed them over her back and shoulders raising a lather then used her face cloth to wash her. 

After rinsing her with the showerhead I poured more soap into my palms. Then standing front to back with her I wrapped my arms around Helen and soaped her breasts and belly. I spent an inordinate amount of time washing her breasts, wanting to make sure the nipples were very clean. Helen reached up placed her hand on mine and said, "You keep that up and neither of us will get out of here tonight." 

"So?" I asked; my mouth next to her ear as I held her to me and reached my right hand down between her legs. As I kissed and nibbled her neck I spread her lips and ran my fingers up and down her slit as she dropped her hands and laid her head back against my shoulder. The water from the showerhead pelted us as I brought two fingers up and with one on each side of her clit began to rub in a small circle and up and down. 

Helen moaned, raised her hand and took mine which was wrapped around her just below her breasts. Her other hand went to my forearm and rested there as I masturbated her. Her breathing became deeper as I rubbed her stiffening clit and after about ninety seconds of this direct contact she came, her legs quivering then giving out as I held her up. 

I held her to me and when she recovered she turned and we kissed passionately and lovingly as the water sprayed down onto us. 

Afterwards Helen stepped back and said emotionally, "I love you so much." 

I smiled, kissed her once more and said as honestly as she had, "I love you too baby." 

Then we finished our shower, dried and I dressed as she put on her makeup. 

As she finished dressing I kissed her again and said, "Have fun and enjoy the show," then left. 

On my way out the door she yelled down to me, "Be good," and for several heartbeats I hesitated. Each beat thundered in my head, her words echoing back to me. Then I stepped through and pulled the door closed. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 07



As I drove to Candy's I thought, "Man what an asshole you are. You have a wonderful woman at home who loves you and who you say you love too. Yet you're out here doing this and all the other crap too. One day you're going to lose her." 

I shook my head in disgust at myself and admitted sometimes I do feel guilty about my adultery, but not enough to stop. I guess besides being an asshole, I'm also stupid. 

By the time I pulled into Candy's drive I'd shaken it off, like I'd done a thousand times before. 

I parked in front of the right hand garage door, got out of my SUV and walked to Candy's front door and let myself in.



My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 08



This is part two of four in the story of the Domination of Julie. To recap our story so far; at the time this event with Julie occurred I'd been involved with a woman named Candy for a bit more than two and a half years. Throughout our affair it had been romantic, torrid, stimulating and adventurous. One of the adventures we shared was the sexual awakening of Candy's schoolteacher friend Julie. 

Julie was a real wall flower; plain, mousy, naïve, very prim and proper, and not very worldly. She was inexperienced sexually even though until recently she'd been married for six years. By her own admission she'd only been with two men in her entire life and now was ready to experience more, much more. She was divorced now and wanted to move ahead with the 'new' Julie as soon as possible. This is what she'd asked Candy to help her with. 

Julie had lain out to Candy an outline of sorts of what she wanted to happen to her during this game. Candy realized this was going to be too much for just her to deal with so she brought me into it hoping I'd help her help Julie live out her fantasy. 

When I'd first heard about what Julie wanted I was shocked; this was so out of character for her. But after some thought and politicking from Candy I agreed to get involved. 

Julie shared with us a story that at least in her mind explained why she wanted certain things to happen to her. As she related it; when she was in college a dorm mate of hers had been raped and as sick as it sounds, and Julie admitted as much, this sparked a fantasy. Her approximate words of that fantasy were "I want to be ravaged, abused, dominated and humiliated. I want to be made to do things I've never done, things I've never even heard about or thought of, and not to have any control over it. In short what I want is to be raped." 

After agreeing to get involved in the game Candy and I sat with Julie and explained there had to be some safeguards applied for her protection. Julie reluctantly agreed to these safeguards after much discussion. And to make the game as real as possible we had to surprise Julie with the beginning of it. The three of us talked about it a bit and Julie indicated we had almost a two and a half month window during the summer months to begin the game. The point of having this window was Julie wouldn't know when, where or how we would strike against her. 

And frankly neither did we. So we set about formulating a plan and it was soon evident we'd need some help carrying this out so we enlisted Jocelyn, Candy's longtime lover, and Richard, Candy's quasi-husband in this project. 

Five things had to be decided about the game; one, how do we grab Julie; two, where do we grab her; three, where do we take her; four, how do we secure her and five; what do we do to her once we have her." 

Several weeks into the project none of these things had been absolutely resolved. But we had filled in some of the 'blanks' of points two, three and part of the fourth point. The rest of the plan was essentially complete but I was still working over a few details of specific items in my head before I shared it with the others for final approval. While they didn't come up with all, Candy and Jocelyn had come up with many ideas for a large part of point five; what we do to Julie once we have her. In fact that's why I was headed to Candy's house this evening, to pick up Candy and Jocelyn so we could go shopping for the items we'd need. 

Prior to having left my house, my wife and I had spent a particularly nice day together. So on the drive over to Candy's I battled another bout of guilt over playing around on her. As I had many times before, by the time I arrived at Candy's, parked and let myself in using my key I'd overcome and buried my guilt. 

When I walked in Candy, Jocelyn and Richard were in the living room. Soft music was playing on the stereo and the two women were dancing together. Richard was seated on the sofa watching them.

I sat on the sofa with Richard and asked, "You coming with us tonight?" 

He shook his head and said, "No I've got a date." 

Just then the song ended and Candy came over, sat on my lap, kissed me then asked, "Are we ready?" 

"Whenever you are," I said. 

She said to Richard, "Have fun sweetie," then she and Jocelyn picked up their purses from the table in the foyer and we were out the door. 

We drove to one of the larger adult book stores in town and went in. The toys weren't on display in one area of the store but all over so we roamed about checking everything out. We looked first at the bondage items. The cuffs they had were really kind of cheesy so we passed on them. 

But we did buy a lot of other sexual devices. Although they were cool about it I imagine the store clerks had quite a discussion once we'd left. 

Our purchases included; a couple of regular dildo's, one six inch and one eight inch in length. A dual penetration dildo made up of two six inch cocks, one over the other. The thicker dildo was an inch and a half in diameter and the other one was one inch in diameter. Which hole you stuck them in I guess was up to you and her. We also got two new strap-on harnesses with six and a half inch dildos. 

As I was perusing the sex toys a few steps ahead of them, Candy and Jocelyn had their heads together chattering while they checked out a veined, textured double headed dildo that was twelve inches long. That also ended up among our purchases. 

Walking up and down the aisles we found something that was really interesting and in fact, Candy and Jocelyn were so excited by just the way it looked and from reading the box it came in, we bought three of them. It was called a golden bumble bee. It was made of soft pliable jelly and was a suction cup you placed between a woman's lips and over her clitoris. Then using a bulb pump you applied suction to the clit, pulling it outward and the top of the suction cup down until the woman had it where she wanted it comfort-wise. Finally there was a vibrating egg attached to the top of the suction cup. It looked like it'd do the job and was sure we'd see if it did when we got back to Candy's place. 

We bought a set of suction domes with a hand pump. The set of fifteen we bought were made of Pyrex and were maybe a bit longer than the length of your thumb and ran from about three quarters of an inch to two inches in diameter. You placed these on the nipples or clit and used the hand pump to apply suction distending them. There was no vibrator attachment with the domes, the suction would just distend and hold a woman's nipples or clit in an erect state. 

We also purchased some clit clamps. These look kind of like oversized tweezers but are actually a sort of spring. You placed each leg of the clamp over the clit and inner lips and it applied inward pressure, but they're totally painless. Least I've been told they're painless. They also have little plastic jewels hanging from them for decoration. We didn't know if Julie's pussy lips and clit were of a size we could even put these on, but what the heck. 

Jocelyn insisted we needed to pick up a couple sets of anal beads. After much debate between them over the different styles available Candy and Jocelyn picked out two; a small set with beads about a half inch in diameter and a larger set one inch in diameter. Both the smaller and larger sets of anal beads had about ten beads on each string. On display at the store was also a set with much larger beads, about three inches in diameter but we knew there would be no way Julie could take them. 

The next items we selected were a variety of butt plugs. One plug was six and a half inches long and had four graduated bubbles from three quarters of an inch to an inch and a half in diameter. The second plug was a smooth tapered one, four and a half inches long, an inch and a half wide at the wide part, and the neck was only an inch wide. The last one we bought was a five inch inflatable vibrating plug that expanded to almost three inches at the wide part and an inch and three quarters at the neck. 

While we were at it we bought a twelve inch by an inch and a quarter anal probe. This had a handle on one end and a twelve inch smooth tapered three quarter inch shaft with an inch and a quarter bulb right on the end. The diameter of the tapered shaft just behind the bulb was about three eights of an inch. Julie's asshole would have to expand to accommodate the bulb but Candy thought she could get her ready for it. 

Now you know if you're going to an adult book store to buy sex toys there was no way you weren't also going to buy a vibrator. So of course we purchased a variety of them. The one Candy picked out was a ten inch rabbit vibrator that had a section of the shaft that rotated and had raised dots on it. On the box they called these dots 'pearls'. The vibrator had separate controls for the rotating shaft, the vibrator itself and the rabbit ear part stimulating her clitoris. We picked up a run of the mill six inch white plastic vibrator too, along with a four inch pocket rocket which is a high intensity vibrator. 

Lastly we bought lube, a lot of it. 

We spent in excess of two hundred dollars on these purchases and still had things to find. 

At another store we found a leather ball gag and a leather blindfold we liked. We also found a studded leather bondage collar that to me looked more like a dog collar. To go with the dog collar we also picked up a long leash. 

The girls got excited over some massage oils they found and added those to our purchases; along with something to heat them up in that to me looked like a fondue pot. I believe these oils were more for their use and had nothing to do with Julie or the game. 

Going through the store we passed some enema equipment and I realized this was something we needed to meet the humiliation part of Julie's request. When I explained it to Candy and Jocelyn...well you can imagine their reaction. I told them they had to get over the "ew" factor and remember why we were doing this. They reluctantly agreed and an enema also went into the basket. 

We found some nipple clamps and picked up two different types. One was an innocent looking device that looked like an 'E'. The center leg floated and as you turned a screw at the top it moved up and down. It had wide legs so it would squeeze a good portion of the area of a nipple when applied. The other set of nipple clamps were a regular spring loaded 'scissor' style that came with some additional weights to add to the connecting chain. 

In another area of the store we found some small cat-o'-nine tails whips and picked up a pair of them. The rest of the whips, straps and paddles looked a little too intense for what we in mind so we left them alone. Although we did discuss buying a riding crop in the end we decided it wouldn't be necessary.

One of the store clerks was a real Goth type and after talking to her about it I picked up some cotton rope too. As long as we didn't get carried away this type of rope wouldn't abrade the skin, or so she said and it seemed she talked from experience. 

We also found some nice wide, padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs that had double straps and buckles. Each cuff had two D-rings and there was a double spring loaded snap ring hook that would hold the two cuffs together; like handcuffs. I placed a set on Candy to see if she could reach the catch on the spring loaded hooks and there was no way she could do it, even using her mouth. We also picked up a set of waterproof ankle cuffs made of a webbing material with Velcro straps. 

At the recommendation of the Goth sales clerk we went to a third store to find the spreader bars we needed. After looking at several of the styles they had available, each serving a different purpose, we picked up four. 

The first spreader bar we selected was called an anal impaler. It attached to the ankle cuffs and would hold Julies feet twenty-four inches apart. There was a detachable center rod that adjusted from eighteen to thirty-two inches in height and on top of that you attached the dildo of your choice. The dildo would be placed in either her pussy or ass and as she hobbled around the dildo would fuck in and out of her with each step. 

The second was a doggy style spreader bar. This one was also applied to the ankles and would hold her feet spread eighteen inches apart. Besides the D-rings that attached to the ankle cuffs there were four others. Two were at the extreme outside of the bar and held your wrists, in wrist cuffs, right at your ankles. The other two D-rings were on either side of the center of the length of the bar and held your hands there instead. Either way in this restraint Julie would be on her knees with her head and shoulders down. Her ass and pussy would be in the air, on display and open to whatever we wanted to do. 

The last two spreader bars we bought were an adjustable set that we'd use to tie her to the bunk beds. They would adjust from twenty-five to thirty-seven inches and had several D-rings along its length. We bought two of these; one for her wrists and one her ankles. 

One of the last items we picked up, almost as an afterthought, was a waist belt. This was a four inch wide leather belt, kind of like a weight lifters belt, that would hold Julie's hands at her waist when you hooked the wrist cuffs to it. It buckled at the front like a regular belt would and had several D-rings around it. Standing in line to check out with our purchases it dawned on me we would need something to hold Julie's hands secure when she wasn't tied to the spreader bars. I had seen the belts earlier and went and got one and added it to our pile. 

Ever since we'd started this project I'd been reading up on the bondage lifestyle and had a basic understanding of what was done. By no means did I understand it all or could I claim to be anything but a novice at it. I'd become aware we needed to be careful and not go too far in our inexperience; it would be very easy to do so. But after all, above all other things we didn't really want to hurt or harm Julie. 

In my reading I'd come across the description and use of two interesting items. During our shopping spree I came across these items at the last store and picked them up. One of the items I'd read about was feathers and the other was something called the Wartenburg Wheel. This is a small spiked wheel on a handle. The spikes aren't sharp enough to puncture skin unless you press too hard but it is intended as a nerve stimulator. The label on the feather package said they were ostrich feathers but I don't think it really mattered if they were or not. They were of the right size and softness for what I had in mind. 

All total at all three stores we'd spent nearly six hundred dollars. This was turning into an expensive game. 

On the ride home the girls chattered about this toy or that one and how they couldn't wait to use it on Julie. They teased each other, and me saying how maybe we should test them out first. 

I told them unequivocally, "We are going to test them first. We need to know how they all work so we can use them properly. And you two just volunteered for that testing." 

When we arrived at Candy's house we toted in all of our purchases and placed the bags on the coffee table. Of course the first thing Candy and Jocelyn wanted to try was the golden bumble bees. As soon as they found the bag the toys were in both women stripped off their clothes and opened the boxes the sex devices came in. 

Jocelyn plopped down in the easy chair, held out the sex toy to me and said, "Put this on me please." 

Before we got started I took both of the bumble bees into the kitchen and washed them at the sink. After their wash I brought the toys back into the living room, put the batteries into the vibrators and gave Candy hers. 

Jocelyn had her ass right on the front edge of the seat and was more laying in the chair than sitting. She had her legs spread wide for me, her knees turned out as I sat. Sitting on the ottoman in front of Jocelyn I attached the hose for the vacuum bulb to the suction cup. Then I spread her lips with my fingers and could feel she was quite wet already. I placed the yellow jelly toy over her clit and moved it in a small circle to make sure the rim of the toy was wet too. Then I began to work the bulb applying suction to Jocelyn's clit. Through the cup I could see her clit begin to extend some as the top of the cup collapsed towards her little man in the boat. 

"Tell me when it's enough," I said to her and she nodded as her breathing deepened a bit.

I pumped the bulb a couple more times then Jocelyn said, "That's enough." 

Disconnecting the hose I set the pump aside then handed her the control for the vibrating egg on top of the cup pulling at her clit. I stood, leaned over and kissed Jocelyn then said, "Enjoy yourself." 

Jocelyn thumbed the wheel turning on the vibrating egg attached to the bumble bee and immediately her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide as an extended, "Ohhh fuuuuck," came out of her. 

After thirty or forty seconds Candy asked her, "What's it feel like?" 

Breathlessly Jocelyn replied, "My clit is so sensitive the way it's being pulled I can feel every vibration pass through it. It's like...pulses of pleasure." 

Candy excitedly said to me, "Come on, I want to feel that too. Put mine on now please." 

So I repeated with Candy what I'd done to Jocelyn and when she turned on the vibrating egg she too let out an extended, "Oooh fuuuuck." 

After a minute or so Candy exclaimed, "Oh damn mother fuck that feels good. I can feel every vibration and as it goes through my clit it makes my ass tingle too. It's odd to feel all this without any direct contact of a vibrator." 

Jocelyn agreed with Candy saying, "Ummm." 

Both women were in their respective spots seated basically the same. They were both slumped down, asses at the front edge of the cushion, their legs spread wide with the yellow toy vibrating and pulling on their clits. 

Jocelyn's eyes were closed, her mouth open, her lips barely parted as she breathed through them. In one hand she held the control for the vibrating egg and the other was at her nipples, idly playing with them. 

Candy's eyes were closed also, her bottom lip between her teeth as she nibbled on it. She held the control box for the vibrator in both hands as she thumbed the wheel back and forth, varying the intensity of the vibrations. The way Candy held the control box in her hands it appeared almost as if she were praying.

Within four minutes both women came almost simultaneously with their new toys, their moans filling the room as their orgasms overlapped each others. 

After her orgasm had passed Candy turned off the vibrating egg then reached between her legs and pulled the suction cup off her clit. It released with a soft popping sound. As soon as it pulled free Candy's hand shot between her legs, holding her pussy. With a look of obvious discomfort on her face she said, "Ow, but fuck that didn't feel good at all." Lifting her head and looking at Jocelyn Candy said, "Don't just pull it off your pussy, it'll hurt if you do." 

Heeding Candy's warning I reattached the hose to Jocelyn's bumble bee and opened the release valve. The pressure inside the cup gently lowered and the cup came off easily. 

After we'd removed her toy Jocelyn slipped out of the chair and crawled over between Candy's legs. Jocelyn put her mouth on Candy's pussy and ate our lover to another orgasm saying she wanted to make up for her having gotten hurt. It only took about another three minutes for Jocelyn to bring Candy off with her mouth and fingers. As Jocelyn licked, sucked and fingered her pussy, Candy held the kneeling woman's head between her hands. 

After Candy had cum a second time, they'd shared a long kiss. Then we got back to examining the other things we'd bought. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 08



Candy, Jocelyn and I would need to know how to correctly use all the items we'd bought. We'd need to know how to put the cuffs on quickly, how to put the ball gag on so that it worked as it should but not be too tight or too loose. How long could someone wear it and it not become uncomfortable? We had to be aware of anything that may give us problems in the use of the various spreader bars we'd purchased. We had to know the best way to attach someone to the spreader bars. What position should they be in for application; standing, sitting, kneeling, laying? We had to know how to use the cat-o'-nine tails. What would be too hard or not hard enough? 

So for the next two hours we tried putting the cuffs on Candy and Jocelyn in turn. We attached the cuffs to each of the spreader bars so we'd know how they worked. They both put on the ball gag and blindfold too, seeing how best to set the straps around each other's head and under the chin. They slapped each other with the cat-o-nine tails, learning what was too hard, and how to swing it without hitting themselves. I also practiced using all these devices on them too. I had to understand how everything worked, in particular the restraints. Satisfied we understood how these items worked we put everything away. 

We talked about the different toys and other equipment, discussing how and when we thought each item should be used and for what purpose. We talked about which device each of us liked the most. Personally I liked the way the doggy spreader bar worked and the position it put you in, leaving you absolutely vulnerable. 

Sitting curled up together on the couch the girls looked content. Jocelyn asked, "We're getting close to being ready aren't we?" 

I nodded and said, "We still need to get the bed from your dad's and modify it somewhat and I've got a few more things to think through before I share the plan with you guys. But one thing I do know right now is we're going to need Richard in this too." 

Candy said, "I'll take care of that, he'll do it for us." 

"Ok then." 

I looked at them sitting naked in each others arms on the sofa and knew they'd be at each other shortly. So I warned them, "Don't take out anymore of the stuff we bought tonight. You have your new toys for now. We need to save the other things for later." 

They both nodded and Candy asked maybe a little disappointedly, "You're not staying?" 

I paused a second then said, "No, I've got to get back. I'll have to stay another time." Then I leaned down and kissed each of these wonderful women in turn, then left. 

Actually I'd already finished the plan for the game but was running it over in my mind several times to make sure everything worked and spent the next week fine tuning it. 

On the next Saturday Richard and I picked the bed up from Dylan's house and brought it to Carl's. We looked it over and I explained to Richard what I'd envisioned and together we came up with a list of things we'd need from the hardware store. After we'd gotten back we used Carl's tools to modify the bunk bed. 

We took out the bed frame for the top bed, leaving the side and end runners and reinforced the split corner post. 

Next we raised the lower bed from eighteen inches to twenty-four. This would put the flat of the bed at a better height for us and we wouldn't have to stoop so low to do anything to Julie. 

Next we added additional runners all around, four inches off the floor. When we were done the bed was very sturdy and didn't shimmy at all when we shook it. 

Richard is about an inch and a half shorter than Julie so using him as a model I measured how high we'd have to place the cross members at the head and foot of the bed to support what I had in mind for her and to compensate for raising the lower bed frame. Using those figures we extended the height of the corner posts by ten inches, using two 2x4's vertically on each corner. This formed a 'U' inside of which we inserted another 2x4 running horizontally across the head and foot of the bed. We found we had to use shims to adjust the gap between the three boards as we bolted them together. Looking at it afterwards we thought for safety sake we'd better add another piece of 2x4 vertically on top of the original corner posts inside the 'U's' and set against the bottom of the cross boards we'd added to support them, rather then let them just be held up by the bolts passing through them. The boards at each corner were all bolted together for further strength. 

Then as we took a break we discussed where we felt we needed eyebolts and hooks. These would be used to feed the ropes through or be used to clip the spreader bars at the head and foot to. 

When we finished pre-drilling all the holes and installing the hardware I realized we were missing something. We had no way to tie off the ropes once we pulled them through the eyebolts. Richard and I sat looking at the end of the bed trying to figure it out when I had to go pee. As I walked to the bathroom Carl had in his garage I spied what we needed on his workbench. After peeing I picked up a nautical cleat from the bench and showed it to Richard. We both thought cleats would do the job but we'd need smaller ones than this. So off we went to the boat supply store and bought two smaller cleats and attached one to each end of the bed. 

We stood back and walked around the bed checking it out and were both satisfied we were done. As a final check I lay on the mattress and Richard tried to rock the bed but all it did was slide. 

Then we pulled the mattress off the bed and wrestled a zippered plastic cover over it to protect it from any...accidents. 

Afterwards I called Candy and asked her to bring over the cuffs and the two spreader bars we were using on the bed. 

While we waited Richard and I walked out onto the patio and over to the pool deck and looked at the ladder for the elevated diving board. I explained to him what I had in mind for it and he took up a position mimicking the one I'd described and said, "That'll work." 

Candy showed up about thirty minutes later and as Richard put the cuffs on her I used some of the stronger rope we'd bought at the hardware store and strung it through the eyebolts. 

As soon as I attached the ropes to each end of the spreader bar I saw we had a problem. The way we had it rigged with the rope passing through the eyebolt in the center of the bed's end runner would only allow us to raise the spreader bar so high. The angle of the rope as it passed through that eyebolt to where it connected to each end of the spreader bar would be put the whole rig into a bind pretty quickly. We solved that problem by adding four more eyebolts, one at each corner of the bed and passing the rope through them first. Now the ropes ran from each end of the spreader bar straight up through the eyebolts in the corners of the bed then over and through the eyebolt in the center. Whatever rope we pulled through the center eyebolt as we lifted the spreader bars would be tied off to the nautical cleats on the head and foot boards. 

The only thing to do now was a live test. So Candy lay on the mattress and we clipped her wrist and ankle cuffs to each end of the two spreader bars. Then we attached the spreader bars to the hook and chain arrangement we'd made near each corner on the side of the bed frame. The hooks held the spreader bars in place and kept Candy flat on the mattress. Once we had her secured we asked her to try and get out. Candy struggled mightily against her binds but she couldn't slip free of the cuffs or pull them free from the spreader bar. 
When we were satisfied Candy couldn't get out we removed the hook and chains from the spreader bars. Then with Richard and me each on one end of the bed we pulled the ropes and lifted Candy off the mattress. We raised her about four inches then tied the ropes off on the cleats, suspending her in the air. I asked Candy, "How do the cuffs feel? Do they chafe you hanging like this?" 

She wiggled some then shook her head and said, "No, it's not bad. They're pretty well padded and I think it helps they're so wide too." 

We let Candy hang for about twenty minutes and when we asked again about the cuffs she said, "It's pretty comfortable, except for my neck. Having to hang my head back is a bit uncomfortable." 

We lowered her to the mattress and Candy lifted her upper body and I said to Richard, "We've got to do something about that too." 

Candy asked, "What?" 

Richard said, "You were able to lift up." 

Candy mouthed an, "Oh," as we unhooked her from the spreader bars. 

Richard said, "How about if we put another eyebolt here," squatting and pointing at the headboard below the bed frame, "and tie the dog collar to it." 

Nodding I said, "That should do it, but let's add two eyebolts a little bit apart and use them like a cleat to tie the rope off to. That way we won't have to try to thread it. And we can add another crossbeam over this end of the bed to tie the collar off to from above to support her neck when we suspend her." 

"That should work," Richard said. 

Candy and I walked out to the pool and showed her what I'd shown Richard earlier. She stood looking at the ladder visualizing my idea and finally said she thought that was a good idea. When we went back into the garage I pointed out a few eyebolts that Carl had put into some of the garages support posts. 

Candy asked, "What are they for?" 

"I think Carl hangs his nets there so they don't dry rot but we may be able to use them someway too." 

After making the final modifications to the bed, collecting the tools we'd used and putting them away, cleaning up was our final chore. Candy swept up the saw dust and was about to put it into a metal trashcan when I stopped her. 

Candy asked, "What?" her hand poised over the trashcan with the full dustpan. 

I said, "That's not a trashcan." 

Candy looked at it then at me and asked, "Then what the fuck is it? It looks like a fucking trashcan." 

Smiling at her I said, "That my dear is a toilet." 

She looked at the trashcan for a long moment and then back at me and said, "Well it certainly looks like a trashcan to me." 

"Look, Julie wants humiliation as part of this game. So when she has to go she uses either this metal trashcan or that plastic one." 

Candy made a face and said, "Ew, yuck," then pointed to the bathroom across the way. 

"I know, but that's not for her to use and neither is the shower." 

Candy looked at me very oddly, like I'd lost my mind and I said, "Hey, you brought me into this and asked me to help you give Julie what she wanted. And like it or not this is one of the things Julie wanted; to be humiliated." 

Candy thought about it for a few seconds then said, "You're right. But I still say eewww." 

"This will be the worst of it for us but it'll be much worse for her, if we get this far." 

"You think she'll end it?" 

I shrugged because I honestly didn't know. 

"So when do we get to hear the plan?" Candy asked. 

"What about Tuesday night? Helen's going out of town on an overnighter and we can discuss it then." 

"Tuesday's good. I can't wait to hear what you've come up with." 

"Well, it may not be a perfect plan but it's the best I can think of." 

Candy nodded and then we went back to our cleanup. It took another half hour or so but once we'd finished we locked up and the three of us left. 

Early Tuesday evening we met at Candy's. Richard and Candy were seated on the sofa to my left, Jocelyn sat in the chair across from me and I was in the easy chair. Everyone was sitting comfortably drinking the wine we'd opened as they waited patiently to hear the plan. I'd asked Candy to get some paper and pens for the three of them so they could take notes if they wanted. 

After every one was settled I began to lay out the plan for them. "I've put a lot of thought into the game we're going to play with Julie and the plan to make it happen. I'm sure I've overlooked some detail or you may have a better idea of how to do something specific but please let me lay it all out before you ask any questions. This way you can see how it all fits together. Each of you plays an integral part in this plan so I do want your feedback. But for now please just make a note of your questions or suggestions and we can talk about it afterwards." 

Pen and notepads on their laps, the three of them nodded their understanding. 

"First of all remember Julie's safety is the most important aspect of this game. If any of you feel it's gotten out of hand, even if Julie hasn't called an end to the game, please say something." 

Each nodded their agreement that Julie's wellbeing would be our most important concern.

"Now for the benefit of Richard and Jocelyn who weren't there when Julie told us what she wanted out of this game let me repeat what she said. Julie was very clear, very specific on this and said what she wanted was to be abused, dominated, humiliated and ravaged. She wanted to be made to do things she'd never done or thought about doing before and not have any control over it." Hesitating a moment I finally said, "And Julie also said she wanted to be raped." 

Candy nodded in reply when I asked, "That was pretty much it, right?" 

Addressing the group again I said, "I'm still not entirely comfortable doing this at all but I gave my word so here goes. I see this game as being made up of several phases. Phase one will be the acquisition phase where we grab Julie and take her to Carl's. Phase two will be the abuse and domination phase. Phase three will be the humiliation phase and phase four will be the satisfaction, or as Julie puts it, the 'ravage' phase. Phases two and three can be interchangeable depending on the circumstances at the time. For instance we may want to exploit a particular situation." 

No one had any comment so I went on. 

"Ok, phase one; acquisition. Candy will get one of her vans for us to use. For the snatch...," when I used the word 'snatch' Candy giggled and I stopped and looked at her sternly. 

"Sorry," she said contritely. 

"...for the snatch Candy will drive the van, Richard will ride in the passenger seat and I'll be in the back. In the back I'll have the leather cuffs, the gag, the blindfold and some plastic zip lock cuffs I got from a deputy friend to put on Julie until I can get the other cuffs on her." 

Candy and Richard scribbled something on their notepads. 

"We're going to do this early in the morning on a Friday in the spot we've chosen. We'll do it on a Friday because Julie won't suspect anything, thinking we'll all have to work. So I hope no one objects to using a sick or vacation day. I've been back to the site several times at different times of the day and on different days and there's little vehicular traffic on this street and even less pedestrian. Only once did I even see a bicyclist so I still think this is the best spot." 

There were no protests about having to use a sick or vacation day and only Candy made a comment about the traffic saying, "That's good." 

"Jocelyn, you have the most important role in this phase. If you don't sell your desperation to Julie and she suspects something, nothing happens and we have to start over again with a new plan. At least for phase one. But you do have a significant advantage. Julie doesn't know that you, or for that matter Richard is even involved in this game."

Candy commented, "That's right. I forgot about that."

"You'll also need to take Richard up to the spot we picked out since he hasn't seen it before and show him where you'll park." 

Jocelyn looked at Richard and nodded. 

"A few minutes before eight a.m., Jocelyn you'll call Julie and say your car just quit running and you can't get it started. You're on the side of the road by yourself and you're a little scared being in this neighborhood, because you've seen some creepy characters pass by. You've tried everyone and she's the first one to answer her phone. Could she please come and wait with you until the garage comes. Now don't oversell it, just sound needy." 

Jocelyn nodded her understanding. 

"Ok, I've mapped out the three routes Julie could take to get to where Jocelyn will be but given the urgency I don't think she'll take any but the most direct. That will bring her past the shopping center parking lot on Wilkes Avenue, where we'll be waiting in the van for her to pass. Once she passes us we'll pull out behind her and Candy will follow at a distance and speed that will put us next to them after Julie's gotten out of her car. From the time Jocelyn calls until Julie passes the parking lot should be ten or twelve minutes, maybe a bit longer if she still has to dress. When she passes us we'll call Jocelyn to let her know we're on the way." 

Jocelyn and Candy nodded their heads and Richard made a note on his pad. 

"Jocelyn, when Julie pulls up you'll be waiting at the rear of your car on the street side so that when she gets out of her car and walks to you she'll be in a predictable place for us. So don't go to her, let her come to you." 

Jocelyn nodded and made another note on her pad. 

"As we approach the site I'll crack open the sliding door a bit and Richard will crack open the passenger door. This is so we can get out quickly and won't be fumbling with the door latches. Timing is important. As soon as the passenger door clears where Jocelyn and Julie are standing Candy will stop the van and Richard will jump out and confront Julie." 

To Richard I suggest, "You may even want to lunge at Julie and yell to startle her. Don't yell so loud the neighbors will hear but something sharp and menacing should do." 

Nodding as he jotted down notes on his pad he said, "I understand." 

"If we time it right Julie should be startled enough by Richard she won't notice when I jump out. I'll grab her from behind and drag her into the back of the van. Once I got Julie in the van Richard you'll close both doors on the van and then Candy you'll drive away. Richard will get into Julie's car and Jocelyn into hers and you'll both follow us to Carl's. Julie may not leave her keys in her car so we need to see if we can get a copy. Any ideas?" 

Candy said, "I know where she keeps an extra set. We'll take those." 

"Take them to make a copy but put the original back as soon as you can, preferably the same day. Make an excuse to go back and replace them. We don't want Julie knowing we have a key to her car. She may figure something's up," I said. 

Candy nodded and said, "Ok, right." 

"Once we have her in the van it'll be just Candy and me and since I don't want to stop until we get to Carl's house I'll get the zip lock cuffs on Julie by myself. I figure she'll put up a struggle so once we get her under control we'll replace them with the leather cuffs. I don't think I can get the leather cuffs on her using one hand so that's why I'll use the zip locks first. At some point either before or after I put the leather cuffs on her I'll gag and blindfold Julie. After she's secured we can sit back for the rest of the ride. It'll take about twenty-five minutes to get to Carl's house at that time of the morning. I ran it two day's to check it out." 

No one had anything to say so I continued. 

"Candy can you bring the van home on the Wednesday before we do this so we can practice our timing?" 

"I can do that." 

"The critical moment is the time between when Candy stops the van and Richard leaps out. Candy stops too soon or too late and that'll give Julie too much time to recover and react. Richard you jump out too soon you hit Julie, Jocelyn or both with the door or you turn an ankle. I wait too long to jump out Julie may back up past me and then we'll have to take her from the front, and maybe a knee to the crotch. Julie may not intend to do that but she may be that startled by what's going on and just react. So I have to time my stepping out to your startling her. To try to get the timing down we'll practice a few times." 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 08



"That's why Candy's bringing a van home that Wednesday?" Jocelyn asked. 

I nodded then said, "Phase two. The abuse and domination phase. On the Thursday evening before we grab Julie, Richard and I will go over and move Carl's cars from the garage. We'll park them behind each other in front of one of the other garage doors. Then we'll get the garage door remote from one of those cars and give it to Jocelyn who will take it with her in her car. Carl gave me one so I could get on the property while they're gone and we'll take that one with us in the van. We'll absolutely need the remotes because besides the garage doors they also control the access gate to the street at the head of the drive. Richard, while we're there we'll also look over the bed one more time." 

Jocelyn and Richard made notes on their pads and Richard underlined his. 

"Candy, when we get Julie to Carl's we'll use the remote and pull the van into the garage, closing both the street gate and garage door behind us, unless Richard and Jocelyn are on our bumper."

Addressing Jocelyn and Richard I said, "Candy and I won't wait for either of you. We need to get Julie to Carl's as quickly as possible because if she's raising a ruckus in the van we don't need to draw any attention. Remember Julie may not yet realize it's us. If you two do fall behind Candy and me on the way over to Carl's it would be better for you to wait for each other. You should try to arrive there together since Jocelyn would have the only other remote to open the gate. I don't think either of you should be in a car outside the closed gate waiting for the other to get there. That might make the neighbors a little suspicious seeing a strange car parked in the neighborhood. Especially at someone's home they may know is out of town. In any event Jocelyn you're responsible for making sure the street access gate is closed. Even if that means you have to wait at the head of the drive, inside the gate for Richard to show up. Even if we should all arrive at the same time you're still responsible for making sure the gate is closed. Understand?"

Jocelyn nodded as she made a note on her pad.

"Candy regardless of whether Richard and Jocelyn are right behind us or not, we need to plan on you and me getting Julie out of the van alone. We'll carry her to the bunk bed and tie her down. You can help carry her, right?" I asked. 

Candy shrugged and said "Shouldn't be a problem." 

"Ok. Everything I've read about dominating a female says she should be forced to undress herself. Apparently it's more humiliating for the woman then being stripped by others. Unfortunately that's not an option here; we'll have to strip Julie. So once we have Julie in the bed and everyone's there we'll strip her and then start a progression of abuse and domination. In fact we've already started. First we've bound Julie so she's under our control. Then we've stripped her, the first time she's probably been naked in front of anyone except maybe her parents, her husband or her doctor. But next......next we do nothing." 

"Nothing?" Richard asked surprised. 

"Yes, nothing. We want to give Julie time to think about the situation she's in; give her imagination time to mess with her mind. But at some point she'll realize it's us who's doing this to her. So we'll want to take steps to make her think there are others involved. Richard this is where your talents come in and play a big role." 

Not sure what I was talking about Richard had a questioning look on his face. 

"You've entertained all of us before with your impersonations. For this game what you need to do is come up with four or five distinctively different voices. Not celebrity voices like you usually do, just voices." 

Richard nodded but I could see there was still some question in his mind as to why.

"I would presume by now Julie's figured out the game is on. She's seen Jocelyn and Richard and she knows it's Candy and me who had her in the van. She may have been surprised that you two are involved but she won't expect anyone else to be there too. Hopefully she won't figure out too quickly all these other voices are just Richard." 

"What's the point?" Candy asked.

"Humiliation. Julie's put some thought into this too. She's steeled herself to being seen naked and handled by the people she knows, specifically you and I. But like I said earlier, by now Julie knows Jocelyn and Richard are involved in the game too. Perhaps also by now she's accepted they too will be among that number. Adding what she thinks is unfamiliar or unknown people to the situation will embarrass her." 

Candy asked, "You sure have thought this out haven't you?" 

I smiled then said, "Yeah but there's one golden rule about plans. As soon as they're put into motion the plan goes out the window and we have to be ready to improvise." 

There were nods all around. 

"Ok as I said, once we have Julie bound and naked we'll do nothing. In fact we're going to go dead quiet and just let her stew. We won't make a sound, we won't move and if we can help it we won't even cough. We want to make Julie think she's alone then slowly add stimuli. This is where Richard's voices, the feathers, the Wartenburg wheel and whatever else we can think of comes into play. We continue to raise the level of stimuli until we've reached the abuse stage with the nipple clamps, suction cups and such." 

Everyone was listening, making notes and smiling just a bit. 

"Now listen, there's one paramount goal in this phase and that's torment. No matter what we do to Julie she is not allowed to cum. If you sense she's getting close we need to back off, stop if necessary. We want this to build in her. Not being able to cum or do anything about it is part of the 'control' aspect of the game. Everyone understand?" 

They all nodded they did. 

"Ok. On to phase three; humiliation. I know we just talked about doing some humiliating things as part of the second phase but this is different. And besides remember I said at the outset that phases two and three were interchangeable." 

Looking at the group I hesitated before going on then said, "This phase has a downside for us too. We'll need to do a couple of things that aren't erotic, sexy or fun at all. Specifically Julie's toilet needs." 

Candy and Richard were making the same face they had the other day at Carl's when we discussed it and Jocelyn had a curious but unpleasant look on her face too. 

No one said anything so I went on. "Julie won't be allowed to use a regular toilet or shower. When she has to go we'll make her tell us what she has to do first...humiliation. We have a large metal trashcan and a five gallon plastic bucket she'll use instead." 

Jocelyn asked, "Why two?" 

Candy, Richard and now Jocelyn knew the 'how', now I explained the 'why' saying, "When Julie has to use the toilet we won't allow her to sit on the cans but make her squat over them. When she has to pee she'll use the metal can because as the water hits the metal it will give off that rattling sound it makes. In the other bucket we'll put in a few inches of water for two reasons. One, when she takes a dump it'll make a splashing sound as she goes and secondly it'll be easier for us for the cleanup. But the point of all this is again humiliation. Especially when we give her the enema and she goes." 

Candy asked with a disgusted look still on her face, "Who gets to clean her afterwards?" 

I looked around at their expectant faces and said, "I guess me. It's my plan and besides I've had kids and changed their diapers along with various nieces and nephews." 

That settled we moved on. "Bathing Julie is next. We may have to wash her a couple times a day." 

Jocelyn interrupted, "A day? How long we going to do this?" 

"Through the weekend unless Julie stops it or it comes to a logical conclusion on its own. Is that a problem?" 

Collectively they shook their heads. 

"Ok then. Julie will also not be allowed to wash herself. The first few baths we'll tie her to the ladder of the diving board and wash and rinse her with the garden hose. It'll be a little cold but discomfort's part of the game. Later once we wear her down a bit we'll make her stand as she's washed and rinsed. But each time we wash her we'll be rough about it, scrubbing her body hard, pinching and pulling a nipple or her pubic hair, handling her tits hard and washing her pussy and ass not so gently. We don't want to hurt Julie but remind her we're in control and can do what we want, how we want." 

I looked at their faces and saw nothing but growing interest and excitement. 

"Part of this phase will be where we begin to do sexual things to Julie using the toys we bought. Remember though, whatever we do we still don't allow her to cum. This is very important," I reminded them. 

Everyone nodded and Jocelyn said, "No cumming for poor Julie. How mean. But deliciously so." 

Candy said to her, "Maybe we ought to do it to you sometime too; tease you and not let you cum for a long time." 

Jocelyn smiled sexily and said, "Maybe we should." 

After their exchange I went on, "Now the last part of planned humiliation. Richard this is where your voices come into play again." For effect I paused for four or five seconds then said, "We're going to make Julie think we're selling her body." 

Both Candy and Jocelyn leaned forward at that, curiosity on their faces. 

"We'll do this several times and each time Richard will use a different voice pretending to be someone who's out looking for a good time. Each 'John' and I will haggle over the price within ear shot of Julie. Jocelyn and Candy, keeping absolutely silent and wearing the strap-ons will do the actual deed. Richard will position himself wherever it's appropriate and say things to make Julie think it's this other person having sex with her." 

I paused before continuing as they all nodded their heads in agreement and understanding. Jocelyn and Candy both had big smiles on their faces. 

"Phase four. This is what we've been building to. We'll start phase four by bathing Julie gently, lovingly and softly, the total opposite of all her previous baths, although we'll still be using the garden hose." 

Looking to Candy and Jocelyn I said, "What I have in mind is as you two wash Julie you begin to arouse her, but still deny her the release she'll want. Lovingly stroke her body, tease her pussy and nipples, and gently caress her. What we're doing is changing our tactics from hard and rough to soft and gentle. Then we'll take Julie back to the bed and all make love to her. We'll have sex with Julie and play with her until she's experienced as much sex and hopefully as many orgasms as she can handle." 

As a recap I reminded everyone what Julie's two safe signals were and that if used the game came to an immediate and permanent end. I also pointed out the plan was flexible and any opportunities that arose should be taken advantage of, within the guideline of not allowing Julie to cum until near the end of the game. 

Finished laying out the plan I settled back into the chair and asked, "Well, what do you think?" 

There was silence in the room for maybe twenty or thirty seconds as my three co-conspirators looked back and forth at each other. 

Then Jocelyn clapped her hands together once, began to laugh and exclaimed, "Oh, this is going to be fucking great!" 

Smiling Candy said, "Oh yeah, she's going to love this. Julie will go absolutely fucking mad." 

Even old gay Richard was smiling. 

Candy asked, "When do we do it?" 

In return I asked, "Do we know her menstrual cycle?" 

Jocelyn and Candy looked at each other for a moment then Jocelyn said, "I think it's in the first half of the month." 

"You think? Why?" I asked. 

Jocelyn addressed her brunette lover, "Candy you remember last summer we all went to the beach during the July Fourth weekend? Well Julie asked if I had a tampon because she'd just started." 

"So if she's regular she should be having her period now," I asked and both Candy and Jocelyn nodded. 

I took out my PDA and looked at the calendar and suggested, "What if we set Friday the twenty-fourth as the date?" 

Candy went into her home office and checked her schedule and when she came back said it was good with her. 

After they'd checked their Day Runners, Richard and Jocelyn agreed as well. 

"The twenty-fourth it is then." Picking up my wine glass I held it up and said, "Here's to a successful plan. May Julie get what she's looking for out of this and maybe we'll have some fun too." 

Our glasses made a clinking sound as they met over the coffee table for the toast. Then we finished off the two bottles we'd opened as we went over the plan a few more times. 

The Wednesday afternoon before the plan was to be put into motion we met at Candy's house to practice our approach and dismount from the van. Candy had a very difficult task to master and a short time in which to do it. 

In her drive we moved two of her tall potted plants over to the left rear corner of Jocelyn's Jag. My SUV was parked behind her to represent Julie's car. The potted plants represented Julie and Jocelyn. Candy practiced pulling up and stopping so the door when opened would clear the plants. The first three or four times she stopped too long or too short. So we left the door wide open so she could see how she needed to be positioned, how far from the cars she needed to be. Candy knocked the plants over once or twice before she got the spacing correct and after that consistently stopped just far enough away. Once she knew what her speed should be those last few feet and how far from the cars she needed to be she hit her mark every time. Then Jocelyn took the place of her potted plant stand-in for the next few runs. 

Next Richard practiced opening the door and stepping out in one movement. He did it pretty well and after about five or six runs had his timing down too. 

Then we put it all together. Candy pulled up and stopped on her mark, Richard swung the door open and stepped out perfectly and a moment later I slid the side door open, stepped out onto a small rock and fell flat on my ass. 

After finding out I was ok Candy and Jocelyn had a laughing fit and I said, "I'm glad you ladies are enjoying this." 

I got up and we did it again and again until we had it perfect. Candy stopped on her mark, Richard stepped out and lurched at the plant and I stepped out and pretended to wrap my arms around the 'Julie' plant and drag her into the van as Richard closed the two doors behind us. Jocelyn turned to get back into her car then Candy drove up some to simulate us driving off. 

To get the feel of doing it with some weight Jocelyn stood in for Julie a couple of times. I found I had to have the sliding door closed so I could push against it with my feet to drag Jocelyn into the center of the van. We also discovered we'd need matting of some sort to cushion the impact of landing on the metal floor. Richard said he knew where to get some wrestling mats and would have them the next day. 

As an afterthought to my fall in the drive I drove up to the spot we'd chosen for the 'kidnapping' and made sure there were no loose rocks or anything else around that could cause either Richard or me to get hurt. 

After that all there was to do was to wait until Friday.



My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 09



This is part three of four in the story of the domination of Julie. To recap this chapter of our story so far; Julie is a good friend of Candy, a woman I'd been having an affair with for a bit more than two and a half years. 

Julie's a real wall flower; plain, mousy, naïve, very prim and proper, not very worldly, and a schoolteacher to boot. She was inexperienced sexually even though until recently she'd been married for six years. By her own admission she'd only been with two men in her entire life and now was ready to experience more. What she was looking for in her life was a sexual awakening. Julie was divorced now and wanted to move ahead with the 'new' Julie as soon as possible and this is what she'd asked Candy to help her with. 

Julie sat with Candy and had given her an idea of what she wanted to happen to her. Hearing what Julie wanted Candy realized it would be too much for just her to handle so she asked me to come into it hoping I'd help her help Julie live out her fantasy. 

When I'd first heard about what Julie wanted I was shocked; this was so out of character for her. But after several days thought and some politicking from Candy I agreed to get involved. 

The basis of Julie's request was rooted in a truly sad event. She shared with us that when she was in college a dorm mate of hers had actually been raped. And as sick as it sounds, and Julie admitted as much, years later this sparked a fantasy. Her approximate words of that fantasy were, "I want to be ravaged, abused, dominated, humiliated, I want to be made to do things I've never done, things I've never even heard about or thought of, and not to have any control over it. In short what I want is to be raped." 

After some initial reluctance Julie finally agreed to some safeguards for her protection I strongly felt had to be part of the game. Also to make the game as real as possible we had to surprise Julie with the start of it and after some discussion we found we had almost a two and a half month window during the summer months to do this in, from Memorial Day weekend to about the fifteenth of August. The point of having this window was Julie wouldn't know when, where or how we would move against her. 

So we set about formulating a plan and it was soon evident we'd need some help carrying this out so we enlisted Jocelyn, Candy's longtime lover, and Richard, Candy's quasi-husband in this project. 

The four of us who would be involved in the 'kidnapping' of Julie became more excited about the game the more we talked about it. Each of us had an important role to play and had contributed to the plan, the preparation or both. 

At the outset five things had to be decided about the game. One; how do we grab Julie, two; where do we grab her, three; where do we take her, four; how do we secure her and five; what do we do to her once we have her. 

Surprisingly it took almost two months of planning to address these five items and to prepare for what was to come. One night the four of us met at Candy's and I laid out the plan I'd developed to meet Julie's requirements. After taking into consideration other things such as personal or work obligations we settled on the start of the game to be three weeks later on... 

Friday morning; June twenty-fourth. 

Earlier in the week I'd told my wife I was going out of town on Friday morning to play in a weekend golf tournament with one of our vendors and would be back late on Sunday. 

There really was a tournament scheduled for that weekend and I had been invited to play in it. So I used the same excuse at work that I had used with my wife. My company who promotes such relationships with our vendors and customers gave me the day off to attend. Candy owned her company, so didn't need to worry about taking a vacation day or anything. Richard and Jocelyn did have to use one though to participate in this caper. But they did so happily, wanting very much to be a part of the game. 

It was seven forty-five in the morning and per our plan Candy had just pulled the van into the shopping centers parking lot where we'd wait for Julie to pass on her way to help Jocelyn. We parked with a view of Wilkes Avenue so we could see when Julie drove by. Richard was in the front passenger seat and I was seated on top of three layers of wrestling mats in the rear of the van. At seven fifty-five Candy's cell phone rang and Richard answered. It was Jocelyn saying she was calling Julie now. 

In keeping with the plan Jocelyn called Julie with a fabricated story about her car having broken down on the side of the street. This was so we could get Julie someplace predictable where we could surprise her with the start of the game she'd asked for. 

At eight-twelve we saw Julie pass the shopping center in her BMW. Candy started the van and pulled out well behind her as Richard called Jocelyn to let her know Julie was on the way. 

As we followed Julie Candy was doing a good job at keeping our distance from her car, remaining unseen. When Julie turned left onto the street where Jocelyn was, Candy tightened it up just a bit so we could make the same light. 

Up ahead of us Julie's car disappeared around the curve just below where Jocelyn waited. Candy sped the van up to get to the curve then slowed down again. 

Julie's BMW was just pulling to the curb behind Jocelyn's Jaguar when Candy came out of the curve. Ahead of us we could see Julie's brake lights as she pulled over and parked. 

Richard and I got into position, cracking open our doors. Richard was wearing a ball cap pulled down low in front so it would partially hide his face from Julie when he stepped out. 

We could see Jocelyn standing in the street at the rear bumper of her car, her hand on the fender. Julie opened her car door, got out, closed it then took the few steps towards Jocelyn. 

Just as Julie asked Jocelyn, "What happened?" Candy stopped the van alongside them. On cue Richard stepped out and lunged towards Julie, raising his hands up in front of him, his fingers claws and sharply yelled, "Ahh," in a low, gravelly, threateningly menacing manner. 

Having already slid the side door of the van fully open just before reaching her, I stepped out and saw Julie was frozen in place not yet realizing it was Richard in front of her. One of her hands was at her mouth and the other on her chest just below her throat. I swooped my hands down over Julie's head, getting her arms trapped beneath mine. Wrapping my arms around her chest below her breasts I picked Julie up and began to drag her into the van. Leaning towards the door opening I leapt pulling Julie into the back of the van with me. After landing on our sides on top of the wrestling mats Richard slid the door shut. I felt the van leap forward as I placed my feet against the door and pushed us into the center of the vans floor. 

Julie was struggling, kicking and screaming and I wasn't quite sure she knew it was us yet. I rolled on top of her face down form and she wiggled her right arm free and gave me a shot to the side of the head with her elbow. Her elbow hit me right on the hinge of my jaw just below my temple. Damn did that hurt! I had to lay my full weight on top of her and blindly try to recapture her free arm as I fought off the stars I was seeing. 

Once I had both arms trapped again I lay on top of Julie until my head cleared. Then I sat up and pulled her right hand behind her to the small of her back. I held it there and reached into my waistband where I had the plastic zip-lock cuffs sticking out. I pulled one set out and passed one loop of it over her right wrist and tightened it down. Then I shifted my weight, took her left wrist in my hand, lifted my left knee which had kept her arm trapped between it and her body and brought that wrist behind her back too. I slipped the second loop of the zip-lock cuffs over that wrist and pulled it tight. 

Julie was still kicking and screaming as I reached into the box I had wedged under the back of the driver's seat and removed the ball gag. If I'd been a real rapist I probably would have grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back by it. But what I did instead was place my hand on her forehead and pull back. She had her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth wide open as she screamed so I was able to get the gag in with no problem. 

There were four straps on the gag, three with buckles. The first strap went straight around the back of her head and I done that one up first. The second strap went around the crown of her head, a third one went under her chin and the last held the ball itself. I got each set of straps buckled then tested the gag to make sure it wasn't too tight. Then I took the blindfold from the box and put that on Julie too. 

She was still kicking her legs and wiggling her upper body but after a struggle I was able to get her ankles together and another set of zip-lock cuffs on them. She still kicked her legs but because they were tied together now it was a lot less violent. As I held her legs bent up I pulled her shoes off and tossed them aside.

Sitting on her ass I took the two leather ankle cuffs from the box and set one on the back of her thighs. After trapping her legs, holding them bent up at the knees against my chest I put the cuff I had in my hand around one of her ankles and buckled the two straps. I put the second cuff on the other ankle, attached the spring loaded hooks to each and using a pair of electrical snips, cut the zip-lock cuffs off her ankles. 

I flipped around and after pulling them from the box under the seat put the two leather wrist cuffs on Julie next, hooked them together and then cut the zip-lock cuffs from her wrists. 

Next I took the dog collar, something I'd added to the box just that morning and put it around her neck and buckled it. Then I slid off her and sat on the floor of the van, my back against the wall on the passenger side. 

If I'd thought Julie was just going to lay there once we got her cuffed...I was wrong. She tried to roll onto her side and kick out at me so I wrestled her flat again, face down and sat on her. Either Julie was committed to playing this game as real as possible or she still didn't realize it was her friends who had her.

I knew what I had to do but didn't have anything to do it with when I remembered my belt. I unbuckled it and pulled it off then passed it between her wrists around the hook on her cuffs. Then reaching back and trapping her legs bent up again I passed the belt around the hook on those cuffs as well and then buckled the belt. Effectively Julie was now hog-tied, her wrists connected to her ankles by the belt. 

Man was I beat. I leaned back against the side wall of the van again panting and rubbing the side of my face with my palm. My jaw ached where Julie had hit me and I was tired from having wrestled her. 

She was definitely taking this game seriously, if she even knew yet it was us. Julie was still struggling, her wrists pulling at the cuffs testing their hold on her. 

When we arrived at Carl's place, where we were going to hold Julie, Candy pulled the remote from the sun visor above her and clicked it once to open the gate at the street and went through. Since Jocelyn and Richard weren't right behind us; they'd gotten stopped by some traffic signals, she clicked it a second time to close the gate as we drove up the long drive. Clicking a second button on the remote opened the garage door. Candy turned her head to the side and said, "We're there." Pulling into the garage she closed the door behind us. 

Moving past the still struggling Julie, I reached over and slid open the side door of the van as Candy came around. I sat in the vans open door my feet on the concrete floor still rubbing my jaw as she came up to me. 

Using her hand Candy turned my head some and looked at the side of my face and observed, "Oh my poor baby, she really caught you a good one didn't she." 

Candy reached in and smacked Julie on her ass and said, "Bitch you're going to pay for hitting my man like that. You just fucking wait." Then she kissed the side of my face and smiled at me, her eyes already aglow with her excitement. 

I stood and turned around and pulled the mats through the door sliding Julie closer to us. Next I held her legs as Candy undid the belt. Then using her legs for leverage I rolled Julie onto her back and began to pull her out the door. Candy took Julie's legs from me and I moved around and got my hands under her arms and then we carried her over to the bed. 

We tossed Julie unceremoniously onto the mattress and I lay across her so she couldn't squirm too much, although she was doing her best. 

Candy took a short length of rope we'd already made up with a spring loaded hook on it and hooked it to one of the D-rings on the dog collar around Julie's throat. Then she wrapped and tied the other end around the two eye bolts we'd put in the headboard for this purpose. 

Julie was lying kind of on one side with her hands cuffed behind her. I told Candy, "Let's get her feet connected to the spreader bar first." 

Each of the cuffs we'd bought had two D-rings on them and Candy came around and hooked one end of the spreader bar to one of the cuffs before we unhooked them from each other. We'd left a lot of slack in the ropes holding the spreader bar so we were able to swing it back and forth as we needed it. With Julie struggling against us it took a bit but we finally got the other cuff attached. 

By now Julie had to realize it was Candy and I who had her, and she was definitely into it, playing the game to the hilt. On the other hand if her mind hadn't yet processed what she'd heard and the little she'd seen, and concluded it was us and the game was on, what must have been going on in her mind right now? 

Just then the garage door opened and Jocelyn and Richard came in closing the door behind them. 

I asked them to each get on one end of the bed and be ready to tighten the ropes for the spreader bars. Candy moved on the opposite side of the bed from me and I pulled Julie by the shoulder more to me. I figured this would keep her left arm trapped under her when Candy unhooked the cuffs. Rolling Julie onto her back and struggling with her we finally got both hands hooked to the spreader bar. Jocelyn and Richard pulled down on the ropes taking out all the slack. 

Julie was laying a little high in the bed, the top of her head almost hitting the cross member. So I asked Jocelyn and Candy, who'd gone to help her on the ropes since Julie was still struggling, to give us some slack while Richard pulled her down lower by her feet and I picked up her torso. After Candy had loosened the rope to the collar she stood and took hold of the rope to the spreader bar with Jocelyn. 

"On three," I said and when I'd counted it off we positioned Julie with her feet nearer the foot of the bed. 

When we'd set the bed up a few weeks ago we put some eyebolts in the sides of the bed where we'd figured her wrists and ankles would be. This way we could use some short lengths of children's swing chain with hooks on each end we'd made up and attach them to either the cuffs or the spreader bar then to the eyebolts on the bed rails enabling us to hold Julie flat on the bed. 

After we'd attached these and retied the rope to the collar we stepped back and inspected our work and watched as Julie tested her binds.

Then I looked at my three partners in crime and saw that Jocelyn had a wide grin on her face and excitement in her eyes. Candy eyes were filled with fire and one of her wicked little smiles was on her face. Even Richard had a look of excitement. 

Of course given the way Candy dominated him he may have seen this as his opportunity to dominate someone else and the idea excited him. 

With one of two cameras he'd brought he also began to take pictures of Julie and would continue to record what happened to her throughout the game when he wasn't actively participating. These we would present to Julie as a keepsake when we were done. 

Catching Jocelyn and Candy's eye I nodded and they walked over to the table we'd set up with all our toys and equipment. They each picked up a pair of scissors and came back to the bed, standing on each side of Julie. 

Both women gazed down on the bound female on the bed for a minute then looked at each other, smiled and almost simultaneously pounced on Julie and began to cut her clothing away with the scissors. 

At first Julie struggled until Jocelyn said, "You'd better lay still cunt or you'll get your ass cut along with your clothes." 

Jocelyn cut from the hem up through the neckline of the summer dress Julie had been wearing as Candy, starting at one sleeve cut across the dress on through the other sleeve. When they were done they peeled back the clothing leaving Julies bra, panties and pantyhose exposed. 

As they cut Julie's clothing away, Richard moved around taking pictures. 

Jocelyn lifted the waist band of the pantyhose and began to cut through and down one leg as Candy snipped each of the shoulder straps on Julie's bra. Candy stuck her finger under Julie's bra between the two cups and lifted it, passed one leg of the scissors under and snipped the bra apart. 

Candy flipped each cup over exposing Julie's breasts to our view, and now bare I guessed her breasts to be about 36C's. They each sagged slightly to the side when freed from their support. Her nipples were a pinkish color while her areoles were a light, light brown. Her nipples were not erect and appeared to be about a half inch in diameter, her areoles about two and a half inches in diameter. 

Moving down Candy began to cut away the other leg of Julie's pantyhose and both women cut the pantyhose around Julie's ankles above the cuffs, leaving what look like footies on her. 

Jocelyn and Candy squatted alongside the bed near Julie's waist. They looked over their work so far, their eyes roaming over Julie's body and then they looked at each other grinning hugely. When Jocelyn reached for the waistband of Julie's panties Candy stopped her by placing her hand of top of hers. Jocelyn looked at Candy questionably who held up one finger indicating 'wait a minute.' 

Richard caught every move on film as Candy laid the scissors, legs closed against Julie's breast over the nipple. On contact you could see Julie's body stiffen. Candy then laid the scissors along Julie's slit on top of her panties and Julie didn't move an inch. Candy dragged the scissors slowly up through her slit lifting her hand so more of the point would be in contact with Julie. She dragged the scissors all the way up to the waistband of Julie's plain white cotton granny panties and then slipped one leg of them underneath, but didn't cut. Julie's chest was heaving as she breathed deeply in and out as Candy's hand remained frozen in place with the scissors inside Julie's panties. 

Candy looked to Jocelyn and nodded towards Julie's crotch. Getting what Candy meant she laid her pair of scissors on top of Julie's thigh just outside the crotch panel of her panties. Slowly she slid one leg of the scissors under the panel and held it there as Candy began to cut from the waistband down. Just as Candy's scissors reached the edge of Jocelyn's pair, Jocelyn snipped the crotch panel apart. The girls peeled Julie's panties away as if they were peeling a fruit. 

Julie's pussy was covered with a sparse amount of pubic hair with a very thin covering along her outer lips. Her outer lips were flat, barely noticeable and her inner ones extended well outside of the outer ones. The topmost part of her inner lips, her 'flaps', did not flare out very much beyond the width of the rest of her inner lips. She had a long clitoral hood, almost an inch and a half long and her clit was completely hidden under it. Her inner lips were closed tightly along the length of her slit and ran all the way to her asshole, coming back together right at the edge and dipping ever so slightly into her anal opening. And the color of Julie's inner folds was a couple of shades darker then her clitoral hood. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 09



After snapping one last picture of the scene on the bed Richard put the camera down then he and I moved to each end of the bed. The girls unhooked the side hooks holding Julie flat and I gave some slack to the collar rope. Then Richard and I pulled down on the ropes to the spreader bars lifting Julie a couple inches off the mattress. Candy and Jocelyn pulled the tattered remnants of Julies clothing from underneath her and we lowered her back onto the bed. 

Richard at the foot of the bed pulled the remnants of Julie's pantyhose, the footies, from her feet as the girls rehooked the side hooks to the spreader bars and I readjusted the collar rope. 

Julie was now laying flat on the bed and couldn't lift her body or head up at all. She couldn't use her hands to cover herself or close her legs to hide her exposed sex. She was totally open to our view and still blindfolded and gagged. 

Richard took a few more pictures finishing off the roll, and then as we'd planned everyone got a plastic lawn chair and quietly set them on each side of the bed. I went into the bathroom and filled a child's water squirt gun that'd I'd bought while Candy and Jocelyn went to the table and got the feathers and the Wartenburg wheel. 

With everyone standing near the bed I said, "Ok that's enough for now. Let's go." And we all headed for the door chattering about nothing really, just making a show of leaving. 

Richard pressed the button on the wall opening the garage door and we stopped not actually going out. Then using the rumble of the garage door and motor as cover as it closed again we quickly and quietly hurried back to our seats. The girls sat on each side of the bed and Richard sat at the head. 

At first Julie lay there just listening, not moving. After about ninety seconds she took a couple of deep breaths, letting the second one out almost sigh-like. Then her breathing became more or less normal. About another two minutes of silence passed before she began to test her bindings again. She pulled at her wrist and ankle cuffs, twisting back and forth trying in desperation to free herself. This went on for about three or four minutes and at the end Julie laid breathing deeply in and out having wore herself out. 

We sat quietly for several more minutes, no one moving until Julie had calmed down and her breathing returned to normal. 

Jocelyn looked to me and held her feather up and nodded towards Julie silently asking, "Now?", and I shook my head in response. 

We allowed Julie a full five minutes of rest before I leaned forward and pointed the squirt gun at her pussy, holding it about a foot away and squeezed the trigger. Purely by coincidence the thin shot of water hit her pussy right between the folds of her inner lips, just below her clitoral hood. Julie's back arched in surprise as she took in a sharp breath, then she lay flat again. She couldn't have understood what had happened. She was turning her head back and forth trying to use her ears to catch any hint of sound that showed we were still here, that anyone was there. But all she heard was the sound of her own breathing. 

We sat quietly and did nothing for another two minutes or so before I squirted her again. This time when the water hit her pussy, between her inner folds but further down then before, Julie took in a sharp breath again. And once again her head rolled back and forth as she tried to catch a sound. 

We left her alone for another two minutes then I nodded to Candy and Jocelyn and they each began to lightly brush the feathers over her body. Candy started just below Julie's breasts and dragged the feather flutteringly over her lower chest and belly. Starting on her side just below Julie's breast, Jocelyn dragged the feather lightly over the swell of her breast avoiding the nipple. 

In spite of this both of Julie's nipples became erect and her areole crinkled to this stimulation. Julie's nipples maintained their original half inch diameter and rose to just short of that height as they hardened. 

The girls continued to caress Julie with the feathers as she lay flat, only her head moving as she tried in vain to catch a sound, any sound of someone else in the room. 

After several minutes of this and while Jocelyn continued with the feather Candy took the Wartenburg wheel and set it on Julie's stomach just above her belly button. As Candy slowly and gently rolled the spiked wheel around, taking care not to apply any pressure, Julie's stomach rolled as the muscles contracted and relaxed to this stimuli. Again the bound woman began to breathe deeply through her nose. 

Candy rolled the wheel back and forth and up and down until she got less reaction from the muscles in Julie's stomach. Lifting the wheel she placed it on Julies left breast just outside the wrinkly areole. Rolling the wheel onto the areole Candy got the flesh to crinkle even a little more. Without rolling over it Candy rolled the wheel up to and rested a couple of spikes against the side of Julie's erect nipple. The nipple slowly turned from a light shade of pink to a much darker one as the nerves in it were stimulated. 

Again Candy lifted the wheel from Julie's body and Jocelyn passed the feather over the nipple Candy has just toyed with. 

Without rolling it around Candy placed the wheel here and there on Julie's torso and breasts allowing her to feel just the spikes as they rested against her skin. 

Candy rested the spiked wheel on Julie's pubic bone just above where her slit began and just let it sit there a few seconds before she ran it down one outer lip. 

Julie took in a sharp breath as the color of her lips deepened in reaction to this stimulation. 

Candy rolled the wheel down one side of Julie's pussy then up to her pubic bone again then down the other outer lip. 

Jocelyn continued to caress Julie with the feather, passing it over her stomach, along her sides and over her breasts. The twin stimuli of the soft feathers and the spiked wheel must have been giving Julie's brain a lot to process. 

Lifting the wheel from Julie's body Candy looked at me with one of her evil little grins. She cast her eyes back down to Julie's sex and then back to me, holding my gaze for a second. She then sucked her lower lip in and held it between her teeth as she lowered the spiked wheel to Julie's pubic bone again but this time she rolled it over the bound woman's clitoral hood. Julie let out a muffled, "Ohh," and arched her back as Candy gently rolled it back and forth, using just a few, maybe three of the little spikes to stimulate her. 

Candy lifted the wheel and with her other hand parted Julie's inner lips, splaying them wide. Then placing her fingers on either side of the bound woman's clit she pulled the hood back exposing the helpless woman's clit. It was about three eights of an inch wide and very erect, extending from under the hood about a half inch. Holding the restrained woman's lips spread open Candy placed the wheel on the inside of the tender inner lips and just let it rest there, not moving it. The flesh turned from a light brown to a more reddish color as the spikes stimulated the nerves. As Candy began to roll the wheel around some Julie's breathing began to deepen and I placed a hand on Candy's shoulder and stopped her because it appeared that Julie was beginning to build towards an orgasm. We all stopped what we were doing and sat back and watched as she calmed down. 

As we waited I went to the table and got one of the cat-o'-nine tails whips. Trading places with Candy I sat in the chair and waited until Julie's breathing returned to normal. 

When it had I began to move the handle of the whip causing the multiple leather straps to whirl and slap together in the air making a unique sound. Julie turned her head to the sound and after about five seconds more I stopped. Leaning over I handed the whip to Richard and moved my hand around indicating I wanted him to do the same on the other side. 

Richard nodded and leaned around the corner post and began to whirl the whip around on that side. Julie who'd still had her head turned to my side trying to figure out what she was hearing snapped her head in the other direction when Richard started spinning the whip on that side. After thirty seconds or so he stopped and handed the whip back to me. 

We sat quietly for another minute, Julie's head still turning from side to side trying to catch a sound. Then I began to whirl the whip in the air again and Julie turned her head my way at the sound of the straps slapping together. I moved closer to her as I whirled the whip and let her hear it making its whirring sound in the air above her for a bit. Then I let the straps slap lightly across her belly one time, stopping the whirling motion on contact with her. Immediately I lifted the straps from her body not giving her anytime to use her senses to get a feel for what had hit her. I waited thirty seconds before repeating the act. Then another thirty before doing it again but this time I let the straps hit Julie across the belly four or five times before stopping. Looking down I saw her belly had taken on a nice pink color. 

I looked around the bed and saw Richard leaning in, his face just to the side of the vertical ropes holding the spreader bar and when he moved the camera from his face I could see his eyes were wide and excited. Jocelyn's face was flush with her excitement and her nipples were erect as evidenced by the protrusions in her blouse. Candy had a nasty, evil look on her face and her right hand was between her legs pressing against her shorts covered crotch. 

Julie was breathing deeply again but I wasn't sure if it was from excitement or fear. I looked at her hands to see if she was giving her safe signal but they were balled into fists. 

Again I began to whirl the whip around in the air. Julie 'looked' towards the sound and must have thought she'd figured out from the sound of the previous whippings when I would hit her. Watching her I saw when she tensed her belly, so I hit her with the whip again. But instead of her belly I brought the whip down repeatedly across her breasts. 

Julie's reaction was to arch her back and roll her body as much as she could from side to side in a vain attempt to avoid the blows. 
Allowing the whip to hit her breasts eight or nine times I moved the whip around so it struck each breast individually and then both breasts together before stopping. As I beat her, under the gag Julie was uttering something repeatedly but we couldn't make out what. After I'd stopped with the whipping I again checked her hands for her safe signal, and there was none. 

For maybe two minutes we left Julie alone before I gathered the straps of the whip in my left hand while holding the handle in my right. I leaned over Julie's prone form and while holding the whip horizontal about four inches above her I allowed gravity to pull the straps down onto her pussy, and let them lay along the length of her slit. 

When the whip landed on her exposed, vulnerable pussy Julie took in a sharp breath through her nose but she remained rigid, unmoving. 

I let the whip rest unmoving against her pussy for fifteen or twenty seconds then drew it slowly up along the length of her crack, lifting the handle until just the ends of the straps were in contact then lifted it free of her body. 

Then I held the whip between my two hands again and without warning Julie by whirling it through the air I lay the straps across her breasts again. One, two, three, four, five times I beat her breasts, catching the straps and pausing for a different amount of time between each lash. Then using the same method and without pausing after lashing her breasts I used the whip on the delicate lips between her thighs. 

As much as her bonds would allow Julie struggled and rolled from side to side as her pussy and thighs were spanked with the cat-o'-nine tails seven or eight times. After laying the strap to her tender flesh one last time I stepped back and again checked her hands but saw no surrender signal. 

After this beating we left Julie alone for twenty minutes or so, allowing her to calm down and to give her time to think about her situation. 
Near the end of this break I walked over to the table and looked over our collection then signaled for Jocelyn and Candy to come over. Standing together I said quietly, "I've been thinking. We've been pretty hard on Julie so far so maybe we need to give her just a little taste of gentleness, before bursting that balloon. What do you two think?" 

They both agreed and Jocelyn asked, "What should we do now then?" 

I picked up the other cat-o'-nine tails whip from the table and handed each of the women one and said, "Go over, one on each side and gently play with Julie's breasts. Caress them, soothe them after their beating, suck her nipples and caress her body while avoiding her pussy. Let Julie get into it, then after she appears to be responding to what you're doing we switch gears again and you two use the whips on her." 

They both smiled and nodded. 

I reminded them, "Go easy with the whips; it's easy to go too far." 

Again they both nodded. 

Kneeling on either side of the bed Jocelyn and Candy began to massage and caress Julie's body. Their hands and fingers moved over the bound woman caressing and soothing her abused flesh. They kissed her pink belly and gently played with her breasts, kneading them making Julie's nipples harden again. Each woman made oral love to the bound woman's breasts sucking and playing with her nipples. Their hands continued to stroke her body until Julie's breathing began to deepen. They drug their fingernails and hands up the tops and insides of Julie's thighs but avoided her pussy. They kept up their play, raising Julie's sexual excitement for maybe five or six minutes. 

Then in silent agreement both women jumped to their feet and began to lightly whip Julie all over her body. They landed lashes across her breasts, on her belly, across her pubic mound and inside her thighs. The two women moved back and forth, up and down Julie's body and had landed twelve or fifteen blows each before they stopped. 

Richard captured much of the action on film as he moved around the bed snapping away. 

As Jocelyn and Candy beat Julie I glanced every few seconds to her hands watching for her signal. None came. As they landed blow after blow on the helpless woman I realized I had an erection. What I'd never realized was watching these two women dominate and abuse another could be such a turn-on. 

After her beating we left Julie alone for an hour with her thoughts and to let her body calm down and desensitize. 

The four of us went out onto the patio just off the garage where we could still keep an eye on Julie but she couldn't hear us. While we waited for her to recover we discussed what we'd do next and it was Candy who suggested we tie her breasts up and put the nipple clamps on her. Jocelyn wanted to begin to play with Julie's ass. 

So we agreed it was time for the enema. We worked out the details of how we'd do it and who would do what. I'd suggested either Candy or Jocelyn warn Julie about not holding onto the enema but Candy pointed out, and in afterthought I agreed it would be more humiliating if a man gave it to her. 

I asked Richard if he wanted to give Julie the warning since he had a relatively small role in the physical part of the game and he agreed to do it. We also had to make up a different rope and hook arrangement because we realized we didn't take into consideration lifting Julie's legs up like this. 

After quietly slipping back in and over to the bed I took a measurement and then cut a length of rope and tied a hook to each end. 

We went back to the bed, loosened the dog collars rope from the makeshift cleat and disconnected both spreader bars from the four hooks holding Julie flat. Then Richard and I lifted Julie by pulling down on the ropes. Once in the air the girls got the waist belt under her and when we set her back down they buckled the belt around Julie's waist. 

As I retied the rope for the dog collar to the cleat on the headboard, Richard hooked one end of the rope I'd just made onto the center D-ring of the spreader bar at Julie's feet. After disconnecting the vertical ropes from each end of the spreader bar the girls lifted Julie's legs, holding them up as Richard connected the hook on the other end of the newly made rope to the overhead eyebolt we'd intended for the dog collar. This left the spreader bar holding Julies feet almost directly above her face. Since her feet were held wide apart by the spreader bar, from the end of the bed Julie's pussy and asshole were open and accessible to whatever we wished to do. 

Richard snapped a few more pictures as Candy went to fill the enema bag and get the other things she'd need. Once back she hung the bag on the end of the bed and opened some lube and smeared it on Julie's asshole. As Candy's finger came into contact with the bound girls rear hole it contracted. Candy ran her finger over the outside of Julie's hole smearing the lube all around and then pressed the tip of her index finger against it. 

Watching as Candy began to work on Julie's ass Richard saw when Julie clamped down and that Candy was unable to get her finger into the girl's asshole. He tapped Candy on her shoulder and held up a finger indicating he wanted her to wait. He walked over to the workbench and came back with a large float that went on the edge of one of Carl's fishing nets. It was about ten inches in length, about two and a half inches in diameter at the center and about an inch and a half in diameter at each end. 

Playing one of the parts he'd come up with a voice for Richard leaned down close to Julie's ear and told her conversationally, but in a very gruff, uneducated voice, "I gonna put sumthin in yo hand and I wont ya ta feel it." 

Hearing a strange voice Julie tensed up and took in a sharp breath and held it for a second. 

Maybe now Julie wasn't so sure it was her friends who had her, maybe it really was someone she didn't know. Or maybe her friends were really letting other people do these things to her. What kind of questions, fears and doubt must have been going through her mind right now? 

Richard placed the float against her fingers and Julie opened her hand. He moved the length of it slowly back and forth so Julie could feel it. Her fingers explored its dimensions, felt its length and girth, and felt how it tapered to each end from the middle. 

Leaning down near her ear again and talking like he had before Richard said, "Dats a cute lil asshole ya gots down dhere baby, nice and tite. But we gotta git dat dhere hole open fo sum bidness. If ya relax and breaths in deep it wont hirt so much. But all dat be up to you cuz we don't really care if ya git hirt or not. So if ya clamps down like dat agin I jest gonna haf ta git me a hammer and pound dis here ting inta dat sweet lil hole." Then he roughly pulled the float away from her hand. 

We waited a minute or so and you could see Julie's body relax as she got her breathing under control, the muscles in her legs and the cheeks of her ass visibly relaxing too. 

When her asshole relaxed Candy went back to work on it. She pushed her index finger against it again and this time it slipped in to the first knuckle. Candy pulled her finger almost all the way out then pushed it in to the same depth again. She held her finger there then pushed in just a little deeper, about halfway between the first and second knuckle before pulling it out again. In and out she sawed her finger going a little deeper until she had her entire index finger in the woman's virgin asshole. 

Standing at Candy's shoulder Jocelyn began to lube the nozzle for the enema and when Candy took her finger out of Julie's ass, Jocelyn handed the nozzle to her. Candy pressed the nozzle slowly but steadily all the way in until just the end was visible. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 09



Candy nodded to Jocelyn who undid the clamp holding back the water. Julie's ass began to fill with the liquid and as it did Julie began to mutter something behind her gag. I checked her hands for her signal but one was clenched in a fist and the other was opened wide, all the fingers up. 

Richard leaned down and in that same voice said, "Yah dat rite, dat rite ya be gittin da enma. And ya betta not let eny of it out befo we tells ya ta cuz if ya does ya just gonna hafta lay in ya own mess. And then we gotta gives ya nutter one. So you betta do what ya told." 

Candy emptied the entire contents of the bag into Julie's ass then we let her stay in this position for maybe ten minutes. 

Julie did her best but did let a dribble of nasty colored water leak from her ass, but we didn't say anything. 

Figuring we'd waited long enough and while keeping her feet up we undid the wrist cuffs from each end of the spreader bar at the head of the bed and attached them to the sides of the belt Julie wore around her waist. Candy brought over the leash and I connected it to one of the D-rings on her collar. With Candy and Jocelyn holding her feet up Richard unhooked the rope holding Julie's legs in the air and the girls lowered them. They unhooked each ankle from the spreader bar while I unhooked the rope holding her collared head down. 

Jocelyn, on my side of the bed took Julie's legs and swung them off the mattress as Richard helped her sit up. Sitting on the edge of the bed we gave her a second before I began to tug on the leash. I tugged several times before Julie got the idea and stood. 

Being blindfolded she walked unsteadily as I led her over near the garage bathroom. We had anticipated this and was why Candy and Jocelyn were walking on either side of her to catch her should she begin to fall. 

"Stop," I ordered sternly and Julie obeyed instantly and stopped walking. I slid the plastic bucket underneath her, the sound echoing in the garage as it slid across the floor. Then I told her, "Your toilets under you, squat and go." 

Julie squatted and when she felt the plastic bucket against her haunches she rose and shook her head. 

"You got a problem?" I asked menacingly. 

Julie shook her head again. 

"Then squat your ass down and go." 

Again Julie shook her head, but maybe with a bit more defiance this time. 

Seeing she was being resistant I stepped up to Julie, reached between her legs and using my thumb and forefinger pinched her inner lips together just below her clit. I tugged and held her lips down and said, "Ok then. We'll just take you back to your bed as you are and when you do eventually go you can lie in your own filth." 

Julie vigorously shook her head. Taking her response as acquiescence I released her flesh and rubbed my fingers together. On my fingers I felt the slick smoothness of the natural lubrication they'd picked up from Julie's pussy. I held my hand up towards the other two women, continued to rub my fingers together and mouthed, "Whew, is she wet." 

Julie began to squat but I saw she intended to sit on the bucket so I said sternly, "I didn't say sit on the bucket now did I? I said squat. Now squat your ass down and go you dumb fucking twat." 

Julie's chest heaved as she took in a deep breath but she rose until she was in a squat. 

Using her foot Jocelyn moved the bucket forward just a bit adjusting it so it was more in position under Julie. 

Julie stood in this position for maybe fifteen seconds and I don't know whether she overcame her embarrassment or gave in to her need but she vacated her bowels of the enema. Behind the gag and mask her face and a portion of her chest above her breasts turned a bright red as she squatted and emptied herself. 

Afterwards I cleaned her as I'd agreed to do and Jocelyn emptied and rinsed the bucket. 

As we'd been taking care of Julie's toilet, Richard had gone out to the diving board ladder and set up the loops we'd need to tie Julie to it. 

I took her outside and walked her to the ladder leading her by the leash, her wrists still hooked to the belt around her waist. 

I walked her over and stood her with her back to the ladder and said, "Back up." 

Julie took two small steps back until she met the cold metal and flinched. 

Richard had already set everything up. He'd tied two loops we'd made on the rung and side rail about ten feet off the ground on each side of the ladder. Through each one of the loops he'd threaded ropes with spring loaded hooks. We attached each rope onto one of the D-rings on Julie's cuffs and then unhooked the cuffs from her waist belt. Pulling on the ropes we pulled her hands up and over her head until she could just stand flatfooted and tied off the ropes to the ladder. 

As I unbuckled the belt from around Julie's waist and removed her collar and leash Richard changed her ankle cuffs from the leather ones to a set of waterproof ones. Then he attached a rope with hooks to each of the ankle cuffs. These ropes we wrapped around the outside of each ladder side rail and tied it off on the opposite side rail. This kept her feet spread well apart so all parts of her would be accessible. 

As we'd been leading Julie out and tying her to the pool ladder Candy and Jocelyn had been removing their own clothes. They came out onto the pool deck carrying some liquid soap, wash cloths and big sponges. 

Using the garden hose they sprayed Julie down and when the cooler water from the hose hit her skin she struggled against her binds and howled some, but settled down quickly getting over the shock. Her nipples and areoles were erect again, but not from anything sexually stimulating. 

Pouring soap into their hands Candy and Jocelyn stood on each side of Julie and began to run their hands over her body, washing her, leaving no nook or cranny unwashed. 

Candy started on Julie's belly washing in ever widening circles until she had soaped up the entire area from her pubic hair to below her breasts. 

Jocelyn was soaping Julie's left arm as far up as she could reach from the ground. Based on Julie's reaction, when Jocelyn passed her hands over the bound girls underarms it must have tickled. Jocelyn then squatted and washed Julie's leg from just above the ankle cuff up to her hip, avoiding her pussy. 

Candy washed Julie's other arm and then reached behind the ladder and washed Julie's back and shoulders through the rungs. Then Jocelyn soaped and washed Julie's other leg as she had the left. 

Jocelyn bent over to pick up the hose and gave me a very nice look at her ass and pussy from behind. She pulled the trigger on the nozzle and sprayed the water over Julie rinsing the soap from her body then rinsed the soap from the ground around Julie's feet. 

Then Jocelyn stood between the bound women's spread legs and began to soap and wash her pussy. Before we'd started with the bath I'd reminded these two we did not want Julie cumming yet. So wash her, wash her thoroughly, but don't make her cum. Jocelyn's soapy hand cupped Julie's sex and I could see her fingers moving through her lips. As Jocelyn's fingers moved between and over her lips, Julie's head hung down. Jocelyn, careful not to make her cum did what she had to quickly and then used the hose to rinse her. 

Remembering how aroused Julie had been earlier, as evidenced by the amount of natural lubrication I'd felt between her legs when I'd tugged on her lips I was concerned Julie may cum just from the stimulation of the water hitting her pussy as she was rinsed. But it had to be done. We didn't want to leave soap on her tender flesh and have a skin reaction to it. 

But Jocelyn was aware of this too and rather then spray the water upwards between Julie's lips she sprayed it downward onto her pubic bone, letting the water run down and through our captives pussy lips. Working quickly, the water running down, Jocelyn's fingers made sure all the soap was gone from between her folds. 

As Jocelyn washed Julie's pussy Candy was behind the ladder soaping and washing Julie's ass. Perhaps Candy took a bit longer then she needed to but what the hell, she was having fun. 

As Jocelyn held the nozzle spraying water down between Julie's cheeks Candy ran her hand up and down between them to make sure she was soap free. She also ran her hand underneath and cupped Julie's sex for a second, then dragged her fingers slowly back through. 

When they finished rinsing Julie we left her tied to the ladder to dry in the sunlight as Candy and Jocelyn redressed after drying themselves off. 

Earlier, once we'd gotten Julie tied to the ladder for her bath Richard had taken off to go get us some lunch at one of the chicken outlets about a dozen blocks over. 

As the girls dried and redressed and we waited for him to return I went back into the garage and cleaned the mattress of Julie's earlier accident. 

We knew we had to let Julie eat; going three days without food and water wasn't going to work. But we wanted to do it in such a way that Julie's requirement of having no control was met. We talked about making her eat like a dog; from a bowl on her hands and knees and other such ways but we decided that may be a little extreme. So what we decided on was to give her a little reward and punishment. 

Candy and Jocelyn went into the garage to get the items we'd discussed while I went back over to Julie. 

I stood and looked at her body for a minute or so then reached out and with the back of my fingertips caressed her left cheek. Julie pulled her head away from my fingers and while it may have been because she thought it was a bug brushing her face I took advantage of the opportunity anyway. 

Julie let out a small, surprised grunt when I reached up and took hold of her hair, not pulling it, just holding her by it. I pressed my body right up against hers, my thigh pressed tight against her sex. With my mouth right next to her ear I said, "Bitch, don't you ever pull away when I touch you, understand?" 

She nodded as best she could with my hand holding her hair. 

Stepping back just a bit as I held onto her hair I said as menacingly as I could manage, "You don't have any choice you little cunt, I own you. If I want to touch you here," and roughly grabbed her tit, "or here," and grabbed her pussy, sinking the tip of my middle finger into her hole, "I'll do it and you'll like it, even if you don't." Then after pausing for effect I leaned in close to her ear again and whispered, "Because the alternative could be much, much worse. Got it?" 

Again Julie nodded her head and under her gag said a muffled, "Uh huh." 

Then I released her hair and changing tactics talked to her condescendingly, as if I were doing her a favor. "Now I came over here to try to be nice to you, I was going to give you something to eat. But since you want to be a bad girl, I guess you don't need anything to eat. Do you?" 

Julie made urgent noises from behind her gag and was nodding her head. 

"So I take it you're hungry?" I asked. 

Again she nodded. 

"Well then, if you want to get something to eat there are some conditions. Without complaint you'll wear what we give you to wear, on or maybe in your body as we see fit. Obviously we'll remove the gag so you can eat but you better not utter a sound other then to say three things. 'May I have something to eat Master' when you meal is placed in front of you, 'May I please have another bite Master' before each bite and 'thank you Master' after each bite. Don't even think about saying anything else. Understand?" 

Julie nodded her understanding. 

"Good. And you'd better not forget your manners or this could be your last meal. Now when I untie your hands you're to place your wrists here and here," I said as I touched my hands to the points of her hip bones, "and keep them there. I wouldn't recommend moving them without permission." 

Bending over I untied the ankle ropes then changed her ankle cuffs back to the leather ones. Next I stood and put the dog collar and leash back on her neck then untied the ropes holding her hands over her head. 

Immediately Julie placed her wrists at her hip bones and held them there. 

Leaving her blindfold on I pulled her along by the leash and walked over to the patio table and stopped. 

With my hand on the small of her back I told her, "Walk forward slowly until you feel something against your thighs." 

She stepped forward until she was against the patio table. 

"Spread your feet," I ordered and although I thought Julie would only spread them a token amount she spread them as wide as necessary for what we wanted to do. But we couldn't let her get away with this so I said, "Wider." 

Julie did get her feet apart just a bit more then I said to her, "Bend over and lay on the table." 

When she had I said, "Now we're going to put something in your ass. You need to hold it in you because if you drop it or it comes out on its own, we'll just have to use something bigger, much bigger. Understand?" 

Julie nodded as Jocelyn began to lube up the woman's asshole and dip her finger inside some. Candy handed Jocelyn the smallest butt plug; it was four and a half inches long and about one inch at the neck. After she'd spread a little lube on the tip Jocelyn pressed it into Julie's asshole and sank it in with one steady slow push. Julie took in a deep breath as Jocelyn pushed the invasive toy into her ass but kept her legs spread, her ass relaxed and her torso on the table. 

Once the butt plug was in place I set a patio chair behind Julie and told her, "Stand up," and when she had I ordered, "Sit down." 

Julie squatted to sit and reached back to feel for the chair with her hand and I asked with faux anger, "Who the fuck told you to take your hands from your hips?"

Julie's hands flew back to her hips as she stood up again.

"When I told you to sit down you thought there'd be no chair there? You think I'd let you fall on your dumb fucking ass? I get the feeling you don't trust me. Is that it bitch? You don't trust me?"

It was a trick question. No matter how Julie answered would give me cause to jump on her again.

Julie nodded her head in response.

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed loudly. "You don't trust me!? You fucking worthless bitch cunt whore, is that what you just said?"

Julie shook her head vigorously. 

"Oh so you do trust me?" 

Julie nodded.

"So what the fuck are you waiting for?"

Julie hesitated for a few seconds but I knew it wasn't from mistrust. It was more from not being sure what I was saying. Finally it dawned on her and Julie sat down slowly, her hands at her hips. As she sat in the patio chair the butt plug pushed deeper into her ass. 

Then I leaned down next to her ear and asked, "So you trust me right?"

Julie nodded.

"So in the future if I ever feel you're not trusting me, it'll be ok with you if I tie your ass up and beat some trust into you with the whip, right?"

Julie hesitated but a heartbeat before nodding her assent.

Standing up, surprised that she had answered 'yes' so quickly, or even at all, I looked at Candy and Jocelyn. They were as surprised as I was at Julie's response.

I looked at Julie and petted her head with my hand for a few seconds then said, "Good, we understand each other then."

Once again Julie nodded.

Then using some rope we attached to the D-rings on the cuffs we tied her ankles to the rear legs of the chair. We pulled her ankles to the outside of the front legs before tying them off. This left Julie sitting with her ass on the very front of the seat. 
Then using some more rope we tied her wrists to the armrests. 

"Remember what I told you about speaking," I reminded Julie and then nodded to Candy who removed the gag. Julie worked her jaw as she'd been wearing the gag for quite a while. 

Just then Richard walked out onto the patio with a big box of hot chicken. Placing it on the table we could all smell it, especially Julie whose nose was deeply inhaling the delicious aroma. Later we would find out this was her first meal since the night before. When Jocelyn had called that morning getting her out to the kidnap site, she hadn't eaten her breakfast yet, so she really was famished. 

Seeing Julie's reaction to the food I realized we'd missed out on an opportunity to mess with her some, but oh well. 

"Ok, before we give you something to eat we need to put some...what do we call this?" I asked the others. 

"Jewelry," suggested Candy. 

"Yeah, before you get to eat we need to put some jewelry on you," I said. 

One on each tit Candy and Jocelyn began to pull and rub Julie's nipples until they became erect, then they applied the 'E' shaped nipple clamps. They tightened them down until Julie flinched some, but she never said a word, then they backed them off just a bit. 

Standing next to her I flicked the clamps once and again Julie flinched but kept quiet. "Lean back," I ordered. When she had laid her shoulders against the chair back I took one of the three quarter inch vacuum domes and licked the end of it. Squatting, I placed it between her lips over her clit, moving it around some to insure a good seal. Then using the pump I squeezed it slowly while watching Julie's face, not wanting to apply more vacuum then was necessary. 

Julie's lips were parted a bit, pursed really, and she breathed out through them as a staccato, "Oooo," escaped from her throat as the vacuum pulled against her clit. 

I stopped pumping when Julie's reaction told me the pressure was still ok for her. Standing I flicked her clamped nipples again.

I'd considered putting the six inch vibrator inside Julie during the meal but thought it would be too difficult to monitor her level of sexual excitement, making sure she didn't cum and concentrate on fucking with Julie while we fed her.

After that we each took a chair around the table. I set a paper plate with a piece of chicken on it right in front of Julie so the aroma would be right in her face. I pulled apart the breast I'd set on the plate so it could begin to cool for her but for now she had to listen to us eat. 

The four us began to eat and say things like, "Ummm, that's good," and, "Isn't this delicious," tormenting Julie. 

I'd just swallowed a bite of lunch when I'd thought I'd heard Julie say something and asked, "Did you say something cunt?" 

In a tiny little voice I barely heard, Julie repeated, "May I have something to eat Master?" 

Smiling I looked at Candy who was sitting right next to Julie and asked, "Did you hear anything?" 

"No, I didn't," Candy said while shaking her head and her answer was echoed by Richard and Jocelyn, who were both smiling too. 

"Then it must have been someone's radio I heard," I said. 

It was nearly another minute before Julie asked again in a bit louder voice, "May I have something to eat Master?" 

I looked up and cocked an ear as if listening for a sound, ignoring Julie. Then I shook my head as if I'd been mistaken and took another bite of chicken. My co-conspirators giggled and laughed at my reaction, enjoying Julie's torment. 

Almost another minute passed before Julie asked again in a good loud, albeit almost tear-filled voice, "May I have something to eat Master?" 

Looking towards Julie's I said, "That's better, now I can hear you. You may have a bite of food. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," I ordered and watched as Candy picked up a teeny tiny little piece of chicken, barely more than a crumb really and placed it on Julie's extended tongue. 

That piece of chicken was gone before she could chew it two or three times it was so small. 

Julie said as soon as she'd swallowed, "Thank you Master. May I please have another bite Master?"

"Did you enjoy your meal," I asked? 

Julie hesitated a few seconds then said, "May I please have another bite Master?" 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 09



"Oh, that wasn't enough for you?" I asked.

Julie was paying attention now; at this point I wasn't going to catch her again not following the rules. She'd remembered what I'd said earlier about the only three things she was allowed to say and repeated, "May I please have another bite Master?"

"Yes, you may have another bite."

After feeding her small bites of chicken a few more times Candy began to feed Julie larger pieces and also gave her something to drink, allowing her to drink from a straw. 

As Candy fed Julie I signaled Jocelyn, who was sitting on the other side of our captive to flick her nipple clamps and in mid chew Julie flinched at the unexpected pain. 

Candy and Jocelyn fed Julie almost two whole breasts before she was done. She asked for and thanked us for each bite before being given the next. 

Finished with the meal we put everything back into the box and then moved the table aside. Candy leaned over from her chair and tapped the side of the Pyrex dome on Julie's clit. This time Julie sucked in a sharp breath and went, "Oh!" at the sensation. Candy grasped the dome and gently began to pull and release it, but not hard enough to pull it free, making the vacuum pull against Julie's clit. 

Thinking we'd left the 'jewelry' on her long enough I said, "Well it's time to continue training our little bitch here so let's get her loose, take her jewelry off and bring her back inside." 

Then to Julie I said, "Don't you dare let what's in your ass fall out or you will be sorry." 

Jocelyn undid the clamps from Julie's nipples while Candy reattached the hose to the vacuum dome and released the pressure, removing it. Then they untied her and Jocelyn led her back into the garage as Richard and I picked up our mess. 

Back in the garage Richard and I pulled the wrestling mats from the van and dropped them onto the floor on top of each other. 

Jocelyn led Julie over to the mats by the leash and I noted she held her wrists at her hip bones as I'd earlier instructed, but this time without being told to. 

Before I let her sit on the mat I told Julie, "Spread your legs, bend over, touch your toes and stay like that." 

Once she'd obediently followed my instructions I grabbed the base of the butt plug and pulled it almost all the way out of Julie's ass before pushing it back in again. When it was seated back inside her I pressed against the base pushing the plug a bit deeper into her and then pulled it out once more. I did this several times, fucking her with the slim four and a half inch anal toy before I pulled it out of her completely. Then I caressed the cheeks of her ass with my hand before allowing my fingers to touch her pussy. I pushed my thumb inside her wet pussy and pumped it in and out three or four times before removing it. I was showing Julie I could do whatever I wanted to her body. 

"Stand up and turn around," I ordered. When Julie was facing me I said, "Open your mouth." With my fingers against the outside of her cheek I stuck my thumb into her mouth and told her, "Suck my thumb clean of your pussy slop." Julie's lips closed around my thumb and she sucked on it, her tongue licking all around it, getting her first taste of pussy...her own. I let Julie lick and suck on my thumb for twenty or thirty seconds as I played with her tits with my other hand. Pulling my thumb from her mouth, it slipped from between her lips with a slurp. "Ok sit down now," I ordered after I'd pulled my thumb out. 

Turning away I walked over to Candy and Jocelyn and said, "Her ass is yours," before kissing each of them. 

I dropped the dirty toy beside the mat because I knew when we were through with this session we'd have other toys to clean too. 

Candy went to the table and came back with several things. One was the doggy style spreader bar which she set on the mat at Julie's feet and asked me to it put on her. 

Squatting down at the sitting woman's feet I attached Julie's ankle cuffs to the inside D-ring on each end of the spreader bar and then her wrist cuffs to the outside D-ring on each end. Since Julie was in a sitting up position we rolled her over onto her side then picked her up onto her knees. Her head and shoulders were on the floor and her ass was high in the air. With a rear view, Julie's pussy and asshole were on display. This woman had no secrets from us. 

We set up four metal chairs at the edge of the mat and sat watching Julie for awhile. Candy sat next to me with her hand between her legs pressing against her pussy through her shorts and panties. Her bottom lip was curled in over her teeth and her tongue was sticking out licking it. Her breathing was deep and it was obvious to me that Candy had some fantasy running though her mind as we looked at Julie's kneeling form, her most personal area on full display. 

We sat watching Julie for about ten minutes when Candy and Jocelyn got up and walked onto the mat. 

Although he'd get up every so often to take a picture, Richard and I remained seated and watched as these two women tormented the third. 

Candy and Jocelyn knelt on the mat on each side of Julie's hips and began to rub her back, her thighs, the cheeks of her ass and play with her asshole. 

Jocelyn placed a hand on each side of Julie's pussy and spread it open wide, splaying her lips wide showing us her pink inner flesh and her pussy hole. Looking back at us over her shoulder Jocelyn stuck her tongue out and mimicked licking Julie's pussy. Damn she was a nasty girl and I loved that she was. 

Candy handed Jocelyn one of the clit clamps and as she brought the woman's lips back together Jocelyn slipped the clamp over them and Julie's clit. The round part of the clamp sat above, or as she was kneeling, below Julie's clit and the legs extended to just below her pink hole, which was now again hidden from view. 

Jocelyn picked up a vibrator and laid it flat against Julie along the crack of her ass. She turned on the toy and rubbed the side of it gently back and forth along the length of Julie's ass. After a couple minutes she began to place the tip of it against her hole, the tip nestled in her anal opening, vibrating without penetrating then laid it flat against her ass again. 

Earlier Candy warned we'd have to be careful getting Julie's ass ready for anal because of the way her inner lips went from a direct connection to her clit to literally dip into her asshole. It would be easy for Julie to get excited and cum if we were not careful. 

After another minute or so Jocelyn pulled the vibrator away then Candy used her finger to smear more lube on Julie's ass. As Julie had had the plug in her ass earlier she should still be loose enough to take it when Candy pushed one finger completely into her ass. She twisted it around back and forth then moved the finger in and out a dozen times or more before adding a second finger. 

As Jocelyn squeezed a little more lube onto Candy's fingers as they penetrated Julie's bum we could see Julie's breathing deepen as she got used to her ass being played with. 

Twisting, spreading and in and out Candy sawed her fingers, fingering the kneeling woman's ass for three or four minutes. By then she must have felt that Julie had relaxed enough because now she added a third. 

Sitting where we were we could see Julie's hands and in spite of this new intrusion into her ass she had not given her signal, in fact they lay curled, but relaxed in the cuffs by her ankles. 

I got up and walked around so I could see Julie's face. She lay with the side of her head on the mat, her mouth open as she breathed maybe a little deeper than normal through it. Her tongue flicked out and licked her lips a few times as her ass was assaulted by the two women behind her. Seeing Julie was doing just fine I sat back where I'd been. 

Candy leaned over and said something to Jocelyn then pulled her fingers from Julie's ass. 

Jocelyn immediately pushed three of hers right in taking Candy's place, filling the void. Jocelyn who had slightly longer, thinner fingers added a fourth almost immediately to Julie's ass. 

As the redhead fingered the kneeling woman's ass Candy picked up and lubed the butt plug that was six and a half inches long and had four graduated bubbles from three quarters of an inch to an inch and a half. 

Candy, beside loving anal sex herself, has had a lot of experience introducing other women to anal sex so she knew what she was doing in getting Julie prepared for it. But in my mind I wondered if Julie was ready for this particular toy. 

Candy had generously lubed the toy and sat watching as Jocelyn continued to finger the bound brunette's ass. 

She said something to Candy and both women leaned over sideways and looked beneath Jocelyn's pumping fingers at Julie's pussy. 

Then Candy looked at Richard and me and pointed to her friend's pussy. It was obvious Julie was very wet because of the sheen that appeared on it, her natural juices reflecting the light. But I had to get out of my chair and move closer to see what Candy had pointed to. There was a thin string of Julie's natural lubrication hanging from the tip of her clitoral hood, dangling down at least two inches. 

I mouthed the question, "lube?" meaning the excess of what they were using to play with Julie's ass. 

Candy shook her head and responded mouthing, "Pussy juice." 

I motioned for Richard to try and get a picture of the string of precum, a tiny bubble right at the end, hanging from Julie's pussy, hoping it would show in the picture. Luckily the wrestling mats were dark in color so maybe the string would show against them. 

After Richard had taken several pictures Candy brought the tip of her finger underneath the hanging dollop of girl juice and caught some on it without touching Julie. She brought that finger to my mouth and wiped it off onto my tongue. 

Damn! Candy was right it was natural lube and Julie had a wonderful taste. 

Candy caught a second dollop and fed that to Jocelyn and after waiting another minute for more to drip off Julie's pussy she took a taste for herself. Richard who was strictly gay would have no appreciation for the wonderful treat we'd just discovered. 

Before Candy changed places with Jocelyn and would begin to use the anal toy on Julie I again mouthed a warning, "Be careful, she's close." Candy acknowledged that she agreed and would be. 

For the past five minutes or so Jocelyn had been alternately using three or four fingers on Julie, spreading them as she pulled them out to stretch Julie's anus open wider. 

Candy got back up onto her knees then placed her index and middle fingers on the stem of the anal toy between the smallest bubble on the end and the next one up. Just as Jocelyn pulled her fingers out, Candy pressed the ball against Julie's still open hole. Candy paused and the ball rested two thirds out of her hole like a bubble on a pedestal. Using her fingers against the ball and her other hand on the base, Candy pushed the first bubble past Julie's anal ring. 

As Candy pressed the toy into Julie's ass Richard snapped away, shooting several pictures trying to catch as her asshole opened and accepted the foreign object. 

Julie took in a sharp breath and Candy stopped pushing as Jocelyn leaned down and whispered to the bound woman, "Relax and breathe deeply." 

After a minute Candy began to push again and after a bit of working it in and out a little the second bubble slipped in. "That's enough for now," Candy said to no one in particular. Then she began to push the toy into Julie's ass until the third bubble was against the outside of her hole and pull it back out until the second bubble began to spread her hole open from the inside. In and out Candy moved the toy for two or three minutes as Julie's breathing changed again indicating her building passion. 

Leaving the toy hanging obscenely out of Julie's rear hole Candy and Jocelyn came over and indicated they wanted to talk. We went out onto the patio again where Julie was less likely to hear us. 

Richard shot several pictures of the toy hanging from Julie's asshole then joined us on the patio as well. 

Candy started, "I think we should let her get off, her breathing's so ragged that to do anything, even taking that out of her ass may bring her off anyway." 

"You think she's that close," I asked? 

Jocelyn responded saying, "Oh yeah, she's close. Her ass was clenching my fingers as I played with her and I could also feel her pussy muscles working through the membrane of her ass. And you seen how wet she is. Fuck, she leaks precum like you do," she said to me. 

"Ok then, but let's make her think it's a reward for behaving so well and that we're not done with her yet," I suggested. 

The two women nodded their agreement then we went back inside. As Candy went back to Julie, Jocelyn went to the table and got one of the dildos. 

Both women knelt behind Julie again as I sat back in the chair. Richard and I watched as Jocelyn said after giving Julie a little slap on her haunch, "You've done pretty good you little bitch. You've done what you were told and didn't fight us so we're going to give you a little reward. Even trampy cunt's like you deserve a reward now and then." 

Candy followed saying, "But afterwards you're still our property to do with as we like so don't go thinking this is over. We're not even close to being done with you cunt." 

Jocelyn reached between Julie's legs and removed the clit clamp from around her clit and lips and then spread them open. As Candy began to slowly pull and push on the anal toy as she'd done earlier, Jocelyn waited until the right moment to push the dildo into the helpless women's pussy. 

Candy's pace picked up and we watched as the bubble inside her ass spread the hole wide before it closed around the stem as Candy pushed it back in. As Candy pushed and pulled on the anal toy the third bubble easily slipped past Julie's anal ring. Julie's only reaction to this deeper intrusion was her toes curled. 

Julie's breathing began to deepen and I watched Julie's hands for a second as she opened and clenched them but she did not give her safe signal. 

Suddenly Jocelyn, holding Julie's inner lips spread with one hand pushed the dildo unceremoniously into the kneeling women's pussy and began to plunge it in and out rapidly. The redhead reached under Julie and rubbed the kneeling woman's clit with her fingers.

Almost immediately Julie began a series of ragged, irregularly spaced oh's, followed by several, "oh, God's," as she neared her orgasm. Her breaths came sharply, in irregularly spaced pants. Suddenly her body tensed, as much as it could in her position and through clenched teeth Julie let out a continuous, "Ooooooooooooo," as she rode the crest of what may have been her first orgasm ever. 

Candy was leaning to one side watching Julie's face as she came and after about two seconds of listening to Julie go, "Oooooo," she pulled the three bubbles from Julie's ass in one smooth motion. 

When Candy pulled the toy from her asshole, making it spread open and slam closed around each bubble as it pulled free, her, "Oooooo" changed to a much louder, "Ahhhhhh," then to several short staccato, "Ah", ah, ah's," as her body jerked, not from pain but from her intensified orgasm. 

After Julie's body stopped jerking but before her breathing returned to normal Jocelyn pulled the dildo from Julie's pussy and brought it around to her face. 

"Open your fucking mouth slut," Jocelyn said then stuck it into the bound woman's mouth so she could taste herself on it. 

About two and a half inches of the dildo was in her mouth, the end of the dildo lay on the mat, her head flat on the mat too as she breathed deeply in and out. 

As Julie continued to try to get her breathing back to normal, Jocelyn and Candy gently rolled her over onto her back. With the doggy style spreader bar still attached she lay on her back with her wrists still attached around her ankles, her knees up in the air. 

In this position her pussy was fully exposed and we could see how wet she was, how puffy and red her lips were and how her asshole was still open a little. Then they pulled Julie around so that her right side was facing us. 

I smiled when I saw Julie had kept the dildo in her mouth as she was turned over. 

Richard caught the moment on film too, several frames as she was rolled over. 

Candy stood and took off her shorts and panties. Then she went over to Julie and knelt by her head. She took the dildo from Julie's mouth and set it aside then said, "You've had your reward, and to me it looked like you liked it a whole lot so now you owe me. I'm going to give you something to eat and you'd better enjoy it too." 

With that she moved forward and sat her pussy on Julie's mouth, her ass on the blindfolded woman's nose. Evidently Julie just lay there doing nothing because Candy reached down and grabbed one of Julie's nipples, pinched and stretched it upward and said, "Get your tongue in there cunt and lick." 

Apparently Julie did as she was told and began to lick Candy's pussy because she released Julie's nipple. After a minute or so Candy began to grind her crotch against Julie's mouth telling her, "Get your fucking tongue deeper in there and lick." 

Richard moved around shooting pictures from the front, side and back recording Julie's virgin taste of another woman's pussy. 

Julie did alright eating her first pussy because after about six or seven minutes Candy closed her eyes and began to hump her pussy against the other woman's mouth. Seconds later she began to cum, reaching up with one hand squeezing her left breast through her clothing as she laid her head back, her mouth open. Candy's chest heaved as her orgasm moved through her, her breaths coming and going through her open mouth. Right at the end of her cum Candy's lips formed an "O" and she moaned, "Ohhh," as she blew out a breath. 

Her orgasm past, Candy slid her ass back sliding her pussy over Julie's face as she went. Then as she knelt on the mat above her head she looked down at the blindfolded woman and panted, "That was alright but you'll have to do much better next time," as she patted Julie's cheek. 

Jocelyn, who'd removed all her clothing as Candy fucked Julie's face, now stood over the bound woman's body, her back to Julie's knees and said as she looked down at her, "If you're going to do better you need to practice." 

Candy slid back a bit more as Jocelyn squatted over Julie's face and told her, "Stick your tongue out." 

"Further," she said when Julie didn't stick it out very far. 

Julie stretched her tongue as far as she could and Jocelyn squatted a little lower until her pussy barely touched against it. 

"Lick it," Jocelyn ordered. 

As Julie tried her best to lick the pussy above her Jocelyn would raise and lower herself so that only the tip of Julie's tongue would touch. Julie would lift her head as far as her position would allow but Jocelyn would lift herself just out of reach. 

The camera flashed as Julie stretched her tongue far out trying to make contact with Jocelyn's pussy. 

"Come on you little bitch, get your tongue in there," Jocelyn chided Julie as she continued to avoid the contact she was demanding. Finally after nearly a minute and a half of this Jocelyn pressed her pussy down onto Julie's mouth who apparently really went to town on the redhead's snatch. Jocelyn's eyes opened wide as she rode the other woman's face. 

As her redheaded friend rode Julie's face one of Candy's hands went to Jocelyn's breasts, squeezing and playing with them as her other went between her own legs. 

It didn't take long for Jocelyn to cum as she rubbed her pussy against Julie's probing tongue. Jocelyn had her hands on her thighs as she moved her hips back and forth pressing her pussy against Julie's mouth as she came. The redhead's lips were pressed tight together and her eyes were squeezed shut as she breathed noisily through her nose. Her head hanging down, her orgasm peaked and she came down the crest of the last wave. After Jocelyn had cum she sat still on Julie's face and let the bound woman lick at her pussy for another half minute or so before she rose up and stood. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 09



Julie lay on the floor, her face below the blindfold glistening from the other two woman's pussy cream. Julie sucked her lips into her mouth, pulling them over her teeth and licked them with her tongue. Then she opened her mouth and ran her tongue around the outside of it. 

As I sat and watched Julie I wondered was she trying to get that final taste of pussy.

Richard had to change film in both cameras he was using after recording Candy and Jocelyn riding Julie's face to their respective orgasms. The last thing he caught on film before the end of the roll was Julie licking and sucking her lips. 

As Jocelyn and Candy redressed, Julie, still laying on the mat said, "I have to go to the bathroom." 

Jocelyn took a couple of steps over to her and asked, "What the fuck you just say cunt?" 

"I have to go to the bathroom," Julie repeated. 

Leaning forward in my chair I asked sternly, "Who the fuck you think you're addressing bitch?" 

You could tell by the look on just the portion of her face that was uncovered she knew she'd made a mistake. 

You could hear a pin drop in the garage it'd gotten so quiet. Finally Julie said, "I'm sorry Master, I forgot myself. It won't happen again." 

"Oh, I know it won't, we'll make sure of that," I replied menacingly. 

"Master, may I go to the bathroom," she asked after another moments pause. 

"For what," I asked. 

"Because I have to go bad Master," she answered. 

Replying as if I didn't care at all I said, "I don't give a fuck if you have to go bad or not, I didn't ask you that. I asked you for what." 

Beneath her blindfold you could see her forehead wrinkle and her jaw working as she considered her response. Then her forehead rose as she realized what I was asking and said, "I have to urin...I mean I have to pee Master." 

"Ok then. But first we'll have to put you in the right accessories to pee," I said. 

I made her lay there until Richard had changed the film in both cameras and had taken a couple more pictures of Julie in her vulnerable position. 

Then as Candy went to get the waist belt, Richard and I undid Julie's wrists from the spreader bar around her ankles and then stood her up. As we stood close to catch her should she begin to fall Candy put the belt around Julie's waist, cinched it up and then attached the wrist cuffs to it. Then Candy crouched and unhooked the ankle cuffs from the spreader bar. Then we walked Julie over near the bathroom, Candy leading her by the leash. 

While Julie stood waiting to be brought to the bathroom Jocelyn put the metal trash can on the floor with a clang behind her and then slid it against her heels. 

"So pee," I said. 

Julie bit her lip and after a second or two's hesitation spread her feet, squatted and began to pee. As the golden liquid hit the sides and bottom of the metal can it rang out and we could see Julies face redden behind her blindfold. 

Richard squatted behind her and snapped several shots before moving around Julie taking pictures from other angles, making sure to also catch several shots of the embarrassment showing on Julie's face. 

When she finished peeing Julie rose a bit but remained in a squat as I placed one hand on her back and said, "Stay like this, don't move." 

Julie stood in a high squat as I said to her, "Ask me to do it." 

Julie said nothing, probably not knowing what I wanted. I hadn't really expected her too. 

I repeated, "Ask me to do it for you." 

After another moments hesitation Julie said, "I don't understand Master." 

Candy picked up on what I wanted right away but she had an advantage. She saw me standing with one hand on Julie's back, a baby wipe in the other. So she said, "You don't understand? You are such a dumb cunt. What do you usually do after you pee? That is unless you're a really skanky bitch." 

Julie thought a moment then said, "Please clean me Master." 

"That's not what you need to ask me." 

Confused, again Julie said nothing. 

"Do I have to tell you what you need to ask?" 

Almost immediately she said, "Yes Master please. I'm sorry I don't know what you want me to ask." 

"What you need to ask me to do is to wipe your pissy pussy for you." 

My hand on her back I felt as Julie shivered when I said that but she asked nonetheless, "Please Master please wipe my...my...pissy pussy for me." 

Using a baby wipe I wiped her pussy of any loose drops of urine but also took the opportunity to feel her pussy up. And since she'd asked me herself to wipe her she knew it was me doing it. 

After I'd wiped and felt Julie I said, "You know what you did when you first asked to pee was rude and disrespectful and there has to be a punishment. You also have to be punished for being stupid and not knowing you had to ask to be wiped." 

Julie nodded and said demurely, "Yes Master I know." 

Taking the leash I led her between the support posts in the garage. "Stand here," I ordered. 

Getting some rope I passed one end through one of the eyebolts Carl had screwed into the post about eight feet off the floor. I pulled this through and then passed it through one of the D-rings on Julie's wrist cuffs and tied it off. Then from the post on the other side I did the same. 

I asked Jocelyn to stand back but in front of Julie to make sure when we tightened the ropes we kept her in the center between the posts. 

Then as Richard and I stood ready to pull the ropes tight Candy unhooked the cuffs from the waist belt. Julie's hands rose from her sides out and up as we pulled the ropes tight. 

Jocelyn used her hands to direct either Richard or I to pull tight or give some slack until we had Julie roughly in the center, then we tied the ropes off to a cleat on each post that Carl had installed for some reason. 

Next I took the spreader bar with the anal impaler and lowered the vertical center bar as far as it would go, then attached each end of the spreader bar to Julie's ankle cuffs. Then using lengths of rope we tied the spreader bar off to the bottom of the posts. 

Julie was spread wide, her feet were spread about twenty-four inches apart and her arms were raised up from her sides and extended out and slightly up above the level of her head. Finally we removed the waist belt. 

From the table I picked up the ball gag, the vacuum domes, a dildo to attach to the top of the impaler rod and some of the soft cotton rope we'd bought. The rope was supposed to be very soft and would not chafe or abrade. Well we'd find out if that was true shortly. 

I dropped the box of vacuum domes, dildo and rope onto a plastic lawn chair I'd dragged over and told Julie, "Open your mouth," and she did so without hesitation. I reattached the gag behind her head and under her chin then reached around her and cupped her tits. I held them in the palms of my hands and squeezed them gently and lovingly. I worked my fingers down to her nipples and played with them a bit before dropping my right hand between her thighs and felt her still slippery pussy. My fingers moved between her inner lips and I rubbed against her avoiding her clit. They dipped into her hole a couple of times before I did move my fingers up and over the hard pebble of her clit, just stimulating and teasing her for a second. 

I took my hands from Julie's body and turned to the chair where I'd left the items I'd brought over. Cutting two long lengths of the cotton rope from the rest of it, and then hoping I got this right and wouldn't end up hurting her, I turned back to Julie with one of the lengths of rope. 
 I walked around in front of her and holding each end of one of the ropes in one hand I passed the twin leads under Julie's right breast until it was against her chest. I passed the two loose ends of the rope through the loop of the other end and pulled the rope tight, against the loop, squeezing the base of Julie's tit. Then I wrapped the twin leads around the breast a couple more times before tying the rope off to where it wrapped around her tit. Then I took the remainder of the leads from that rope and tied them to the D-ring on Julie's right wrist cuff, pulling the rope tight and her breast sideways and upwards towards her wrist as I did. Then I tied Julie's left breast off the same way. Her breasts, at the base against her chest were now about a third the diameter of normal and pulled to the side and upwards toward her wrists. As a final element in the abuse of Julie's breasts I attached a vacuum dome to each nipple pulling each into the dome about an inch. 

When I was done Candy attached the dildo to the center rod of the impaler and then raised it, inserting the dildo into Julie's pussy. 

We left her standing there, watching her like this for five or six minutes. As she struggled the dildo would move in and out of her pussy. 

And as we watched Richard snapped pictures. 

Also during this time Julie's breasts changed color from red to a deeper red and eventually before we released them they would become almost purple. Richard also caught each of these stages on film. 

As we watched Candy said to me, "When this is over I want you to tie my titty's up like that one time too. I think it looks hot. Bet it makes them sensitive." 

Jocelyn placed her hands on her breasts over her blouse and said, "Me too I think." 

I'd already figured at some point in our affair Candy would want to try herself almost everything we'd done or would do to Julie this weekend. Including Jocelyn would be a delightful bonus.

I went back over to Julie and stood close to her listening to the sounds she made behind the ball gag. She was making little mewling sounds, short grunts and outright moans. Her tits must have been very sensitive being tied off as they were. The vacuum pulling at her nipples couldn't have been making it any better for her either.

Reaching up I tugged on one of the nipple domes and Julie moaned. Using my nails I lightly scratched the sides of her tits and again she moaned, but this time I think it was because they were more sensitive. I pulled the vacuum domes on her nipples off one at a time and they released with a popping sound. 
After putting the vacuum domes back in their box I walked back to the table and picked up both cat-o'-nine tails and gave them to each of the other women. I pulled up a chair again to watch as Candy and Jocelyn walked around the bound woman and began to beat her with the multi-tongued whips. 

They beat her ass, her back, her thighs, her bound breasts, her pussy and her stomach. Julie could have no idea where the next blow would land and danced around as best she could being bound as she was. Her struggles against the blows being showered on her body not only pulled her breasts this way and that as she twisted, it also fucked her pussy up and down on the dildo sitting on top of the impaler rod.

Richard took pictures throughout the beating making sure to show how Julie's skin progressed from its lightly tanned color to a reddish tint. 

Certainly Julie would have a lot of photos to remember this adventure by. 

The girls had beat Julie for nearly three minutes and were tiring and I also noticed that her breasts, which were a purple color, would need to be released soon to get the blood flowing again. 

After another minute or so the girls stopped beating her and we untied her breasts but left Julie tied between the two posts with the dildo buried in her pussy. 

Before we left her alone and tied standing there both Jocelyn and Candy kissed Julie's cheeks, one on each side, as Richard took pictures of the event. Then we all walked out to the patio. 

After about ten minutes as we stood near the patio door so we could watch Julie as we talked, Richard pointed towards her and said, "Look at that." 

The other three of us turned and saw Julie slowly moving her hips in a circle, fucking herself on the dildo. We could see the dildo glistening with her natural juices as it pumped in and out of her. We weren't sure how long this had been going on but apparently not long enough for her to cum. 

Jocelyn hurried over, picking up one of the cat-o'-nine tail whips on the way and smacked Julie once hard across the ass with it, saying at the same time, "Oh no you don't." 

The unexpected whipping caused Julie to thrust her hips straight forward which pushed the dildo deeper into her wet pussy as she clenched her ass cheeks together. 

As punishment we made Julie stand with the dildo buried inside her but didn't allow her to move at all for another ten minutes or so. But Julie couldn't stand still for the full ten minutes and every time she moved Jocelyn smacked her across the ass with the cat-o'-nine tails again. 

We could see a bead of sweat break out on Julie's upper lip as she fought her pussy's demand that she move on the dildo, to give it the release it so desired. 

Denial of satisfaction was one of our goals at this point and seeing Julie's current state of arousal we knew we'd have to get the dildo out of her soon. 

We waited another two minutes or so then Candy went over, squatted down and lowered the center post pulling the dildo from Julie's pussy. After she removed the dildo from the attachment on the top of the post she popped it into her mouth as she unhooked the center post from the spreader bar. 

Without the dildo in her pussy to stimulate her we left Julie tied between the two posts for another two hours. 

Right after we'd removed the dildo Jocelyn attached the scissor style nipple clamps to Julie's nipples and after about ten minutes added a couple of lead weights we'd bought to the connecting chain. We left the nipple clamps on her for a total of twenty minutes. Occasionally one of the women would lift the weights attached to the chain connecting the clamps then drop them which would pull down on the chain, which in turn caused the clamps to squeeze a bit tighter for a second. 

After twenty minutes, Jocelyn went back over to Julie and put the clit clamp back over her inner lips and clit. Then she stood and removed the nipple clamps and weights from her tits. Squatting again she applied them to Julie's outer lips, the weights stretching what little bit of outer lip she had downward. We left the clamps, weights and clit clamp on her pussy for thirty-five minutes before removing them. 

Periodically during the first hour and a half of her bondage Candy or Jocelyn would use the cat-o'-nine tails on Julie, beating her ass, thighs, tits, stomach, back or pussy, avoiding whatever area we had clamped at the time. The last half hour we left her alone, ignoring her. 

It was late afternoon by now and time for Julie to get another meal. We decided to incorporate some of how she was currently bound into the way she would eat this meal. During the last half hour, when we'd left her alone, Candy and Jocelyn went into the kitchen and prepared her dinner. 

As the girls made Julie's dinner Richard and I set up her dining arrangement. We put the waist belt back around her and buckled it. Then while leaving her ankles tied as they were to the garage posts we gave some slack to the ropes holding her wrists. 

Sliding a metal chair behind her we told her to sit down. When she had Julie flinched a little as her warm bare ass touched the cold metal seat. 

Since she was right handed we disconnected the rope from that wrist cuff and attached the cuff to the waist belt. We tied a rope through the other D-ring in the waist belt on Julie's right side to the post on that side so she couldn't slide to the left and give herself more slack in the rope holding her left hand. 

We attached a rope to the dog collar and tied the other end of the rope over the back of the chair around the right rear leg so Julie couldn't lean forward or to the left more then an inch or so. 

Sliding a folding card table in front of her we found we had to pick it up so its legs would straddle the ropes tying her ankles to the posts. After getting the table in position and placing her meal on it we forced her to use her left hand to feed herself by giving just enough slack in that rope for her to reach the plate and her mouth. The last thing we did before allowing her to eat was to remove the ball gag. I also told Julie that for this meal she didn't have to ask for permission to eat or for each bite.

For her dinner we fixed tuna salad, made purposefully with just a little too much mayo so it would be soft, along with some tomatoes cut in thin, flat rings rather then wedges which would have been easier for her to handle. We also gave her a bag of potato chips, which would be the easiest item for her to handle. We allowed her to feed herself although without the benefit of any silverware, she had to use her hands. It took her the better part of forty minutes to eat her meal, struggling as she had to with the food, but she ate it all. 

I was surprised Julie didn't try to use the potato chips to scoop up the tuna salad. But I guess she knew we'd stop her from doing that, so she didn't even try. 

After she'd finished eating we gave her some baby wipes to clean herself up with. This also took her several minutes as her movements were so restricted.

When she was done with that we undid the rope holding her to the chair and unhooked the rope from the waist belt and made her stand. 

Candy reattached the center bar of the anal impaler to the spreader bar at Julie's feet and then attached the dildo back on top of it. Then she raised the dildo until it had again penetrated Julie's pussy, but not before having passed her fingers several times through the girl's wet lips collecting herself a taste. 

Next we untied the ropes holding the spreader bar to the garage posts and then the rope holding her left wrist. After attaching that wrist cuff to the belt I reattached the leash to the collar and handed it to Jocelyn. 
Again Richard and I would walk along on either side of Julie to catch her should she begin to fall. 

I said to Julie, "We're going to walk you back to your bed and let you rest but you need to do it with the dildo still in your pussy." 
 Julie nodded and said, "Yes Master." 

Then as Jocelyn tugged her along she swung her right foot forward and her pussy slid up the length of the dildo some. When she swung the other foot forward her pussy alternately sank onto and then rose off the dildo again. 

We walked her around the garage in a couple long ellipses turning what should have been a thirty or so foot walk into an almost hundred and fifty foot walk. 

With the spreader bar on her ankles holding her feet apart we walked Julie around the garage Frankenstein-like while the dildo sawed in and out of her with each step. By the time we got to the bed Julie's breathing and her nipples betrayed her arousal. 

When we reached the bed Julie stood still as Candy again removed the dildo from her pussy and then the post. She held the dildo out to Jocelyn who took it and ran her finger along its length feeling Julie's juices on it as Candy unhooked the ankle cuffs from the spreader bar. 

Then standing side by side as Jocelyn held the dildo straight up in the air by its base between them, both women began to lick along its length enjoying Julie's taste. 

When they were done with their little treat we sat Julie down on the edge of the bed and helped her to lie down. Leaving her wrists cuffed to the waist belt we reattached the dog collar to the headboard. 

I sat on the bed next to her, took her hand and asked, "Is there anything you want to tell me?" 

"No Master," she replied. 

I held her hand, folded down the middle two fingers and held the index and little finger up and asked her again, "Are you sure there's nothing you want to say?" 

Julie smiled a little, I guess knowing I was taking a break of sorts from the game and giving her a chance to end it, she again said, "No Master." 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 10



This is part four of four in the story of the domination of Julie. To recap our story so far; Candy, a woman I'd been having an affair with for a bit more than two and a half years, was approached at about this time by her friend Julie. 

Julie's a real wall flower; plain, mousy, naïve, very prim and proper, not very worldly, and a schoolteacher to boot. She was inexperienced sexually even though until recently she'd been married for six years. By her own admission she'd only been with two men in her entire life and now was ready to experience more. What she was looking for in her life was a sexual awakening. Julie was divorced now and wanted to move ahead with the 'new' Julie as soon as possible and this is what she'd asked Candy to help her with. 

One night Julie gave Candy an idea of what she wanted to happen to her. Hearing what Julie wanted Candy realized it would be too much for just her to handle so she asked me to come into it hoping I'd help her help Julie live out her fantasy. 

When I'd first heard about what Julie wanted I was shocked; this was so out of character for her. But after several days thought and politicking from Candy I agreed to get involved. 

Julie shared with us that when she was in college a dorm mate of hers had actually been raped and as sick as it sounds, and Julie admitted as much, this sparked a fantasy. Her approximate words of that fantasy were, "I want to be is ravaged, abused, dominated, humiliated, I want to be made to do things I've never done, things I've never even heard about or thought of, and not to have any control over it. In short what I want is to be raped." 

So after we enlisted Jocelyn, Candy's longtime lover, and Richard, Candy's quasi-husband in this project we came up with a plan. From the time I was first asked about doing this until we actually 'kidnapped' Julie about seven weeks passed. During these seven weeks we planned, prepared and purchased what we felt we'd need to give Julie what she'd asked for. 

One of the things Julie wanted was for this game to be as real as possible, without actually being hurt and we were able to come up with an idea where we caught her completely by surprise with a bogus call for help from one of her friends. Once we had her we took Julie to a remote location and set about fulfilling her fantasy. 

The first day of this game had passed the evening before and after Candy and Jocelyn had left for the night Richard and I took turns sitting up with Julie all night, keeping an eye on her to make sure she would be ok. But there was nothing to worry about because she slept the night through apparently contently and comfortably. More than I can say for Richard and I. 

The next morning I was sitting in a plastic lawn chair, aching, tired and miserable when Julie began to stir. Once she awoke the first thing she said was... 

"Master I have to use the bathroom. May I please?" 

"No." Sitting in the plastic lawn chair a good bit of the night didn't allow me much sleep so when I responded grumpily it wasn't all acting. 

With some desperation in her voice she said, "But please Master I have to go really bad." 

"You do, huh?" I asked as if with little interest. 

With a touch of pleading she said, "Yes Sir I really, really do have to go very badly Master." 

"What do you got to do?" I asked. 

We had been down this road before so Julie knew what was expected of her. "I...I...I have to pee and...and...poop." 

"You can pee where you are, I don't care. Poop? What's poop?" To Richard I asked, teasing Julie, "Isn't pooping something a dog does?" 

Richard replied, "I believe you're right, dogs poop. But she is wearing a dog collar. Maybe she's a dog." 

"Please Master don't make me pee or...or anything else on myself, please," she begged. 

I left her pleading hanging in the air for a long ten or fifteen seconds then said, "You know what you have to do then to get to use your toilet, don't you?", emphasizing the word 'your'. 

Even from six feet away I could see Julie's face turn red from her embarrassment. But humiliation was one of her criteria for this game, not ours. 

"I have to...to defecate." 

Although Julie couldn't see me with her blindfold on I still shook my head as I said, "Too big a word for me." 

Richard pushed his face into the pillow to stifle a laugh. 

"Give it up Julie, you know what you have to say," I prodded as I wiped the sleep from my eyes and yawned. 

Julie laid there in silence for nearly a minute, the embarrassment already showing on her face spreading down her chest to her tits. "I have to...I have to...," she said haltingly. Then after swallowing hard, the words almost rushing out of her Julie said, "I have to shit." 

Richard and I looked at each other. The first outright, bona fide, certifiable curse word we'd ever heard her use. Sure she'd said 'pussy' the day before but that word can have several non-swear word usages, such as 'pussy cat' or 'pussy willow' and would be easier for her to get over using. But the word 'shit' is pretty much unambiguous and has no connotation other than as a curse word.

"You have to shit?" I asked, as if I hadn't heard her the first time. 

Almost desperate now Julie said, "Yes Master I have to shit, really, really bad." 

Not saying anything or moving for almost a minute I finally said, "Ok." 

Unhooking the dog collar from the bed Richard and I got Julie onto her feet and brought her over to use the plastic bucket; her toilet. As she squatted over the bucket, vacated her bowels and released her urine I saw a tear roll from under the blindfold and down Julie's cheek. 

That bothered me. Thinking that now we'd maybe gone too far I asked, "Are you crying?" 

A sniffle, "No Master," she said. 

"Does this embarrass you?" 

Another sniffle, "Yes Master, very much." 

I looked at Richard and raised my eyebrows in a question and he shrugged in response. 

"You know how to stop this then don't you?" I asked. 
 A smaller sniffle, then Julie said, "Yes Master." 

Asking after a pause, "Do you want to stop this?" 

Without hesitation Julie responded almost in a panic, "Oh, no Master, I don't. I didn't give a signal or say anything did I Master? Please no I want to go on. Please don't stop Master. Please." 

Again I looked at Richard and again he shrugged at me. I wished Candy or Jocelyn had been here because they knew Julie much better than I did. 

"Ok then. Are you finished?" I asked. 

"Yes Master." 

"What are you finished?" I asked, not letting up since she chose not to end it. 

"I'm finishing shitting and pissing Master." Although Julie said the words with obvious embarrassment she also said them almost proudly. Then she followed that up by the unprompted request, "Will you please wipe my pussy and ass clean Master?" 

So I cleaned her pussy and ass for her using some baby wipes and then we led her back to the card table we'd used the afternoon before and had her sit. 

I went back to clean out the bucket for the next time we'd need it as Richard kept an eye on our captive. 

Afterwards I opened my carry-on, which had been in the back of the van, along with one for Richard since yesterday morning before the kidnapping. Someone had brought them both in some time during the day yesterday. I got out my toilet kit and some clean clothes. Then I stripped and showered, drying afterwards with a towel I'd gotten from one of Carl's inside bathrooms. I shaved, brushed my teeth and then put on some fresh clothes. I was still tired and a bit achy but overall I felt much better after my shower.

Then as I sat with Julie Richard went to shower too. 

Candy and Jocelyn arrived with some breakfast sandwiches about five minutes after Richard had sat back down across from me. 

Candy set Julie's breakfast in front of her and I said to her, "Since you've been such a good girl this morning we're going to let you eat with two hands. There's a sandwich and a cup of soda in front of you." Then I unhooked her wrist cuffs. 

"Thank you Master," she said but didn't move. Her hands were at her sides as if they were still hooked to the waist belt. 

The rest of us opened the wrappers on our breakfasts and began to eat. When I looked at Julie a minute or so later she still hadn't opened hers, in fact her hands were still at her sides. For a second I was clueless then realized Julie had made a serious leap in the realm of D&S. She was waiting for my permission to start eating. 

"Go ahead you can eat," I said to Julie who then almost ravenously tore into her breakfast after saying, "Thank you Master." 

My three cohorts and I walked out to the patio and closed the sliding glass door behind us. We could still see Julie but she couldn't hear us as we talked. 

As we ate Richard told Candy and Jocelyn what had happened this morning and Candy asked, "Julie really used the word 'shit'?"

I nodded my mouth full of egg and biscuit. After I'd swallowed I told them about the tear incident, about how I'd thought we'd maybe gone too far. I also shared how Julie had responded, almost in a panic because she thought we would stop the game. 

As she ate Candy thought about it for a bit then said, "She's probably at a crossroads. Julie wants to shed her old straight-laced persona in favor of one a little more wild, a little more open but the old persona is dying hard. You've got to remember, in the fifteen years I've known Julie she's never said a curse word, not once. She's never spoken about anything sexual in nature, except in the most clinical terms and never of her personal sex life. She's always dressed so prim and proper and she's always been pretty sheltered and sort of naïve. Now that's changing." 

Jocelyn was nodding her agreement. 

I said, "Well I just want to be sure. I mean we really don't want to do any damage here, this is supposed to be a game." 

Jocelyn said, "A game Julie set up." 

"And who gave an outline of what she wanted to happen," Candy added. 

"I know but some of what we intend to still do to her can get pretty rough, psychologically I mean," I reminded them. 

Everyone was quiet as we considered the situation then Candy said, "Well she has her safety switch. She can stop it all anytime she wants." 

After a bit more discussion we all agreed we should continue with the game and rely on Julie to know when she'd had enough. 

Finished our meal, and having agreed it was time to bathe her again we all went back into the garage. Richard and I walked over to Julie who sat with her hands back at her waist, while Candy and Jocelyn stripped for the event. The wrapper from Julie's sandwich was balled up and sitting next to the empty cup. 

I picked up the leash from where we'd left it; draped over Julie's shoulder and hanging down her back and ordered, "Stand." 

We led Julie out onto the patio for her bath, followed shortly by the naked Candy and Jocelyn. 

Candy handed me a plastic bag with a local stores logo on it containing a toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste and said, "I bought these this morning, figured she'd want to use them. Besides we don't want Julie with bad breath." Then she stood on her tip toes and kissed me. 

My arms went around her waist and held her naked body to me as we kissed. After our kiss Candy and I walked over and stood next to Julie with Jocelyn and Richard.

Rather then tie Julie to the pool ladder again I decided to see how much obedience we could get out of her. I said to her, "We're going to wash you again but this time we're not going to tie you up. You're going to stand with your arms straight out from your sides as you're washed." 

Julie said, "Yes Master," and raised her arms straight up from her sides and held them out. 

Richard squatted to remove the leather ankle cuffs as Candy and Jocelyn removed her wrist cuffs. I took off the waist belt and dog collar but left her blindfolded. 

After he'd dropped the ankle cuffs on the patio table Richard hung the two cameras around his neck ready to start taking pictures again. 

Using the garden hose again Candy and Jocelyn washed Julie from her neck down. Julie stood without moving or flinching, but did lose her balance once as the girls scrubbed her. As Jocelyn sprayed the water from the hose over her Julie's nipples stood up hard. When they were finished and she'd been rinsed clean Julie remained as she was, waiting for permission to lower her arms. 

I took the items from the bag and squeezed some toothpaste onto the toothbrush. I said to Julie, "Turn your left hand over," and she promptly rotated her wrist until the hand was palm up. I placed the handle of the toothbrush in her hand and said, "Go ahead and lower your arms and you can brush your teeth too." 

Finished with her bath, brushing her teeth and rinsing, and having dried off in the morning sun we were going to put the wrist and ankle cuffs back on her followed by the dog collar. But instead I decided to make Julie put them on herself. 

I had been seated with the others at the patio table as we'd waited for Julie to dry. Getting up and going over to her I saw Julie stood with her wrists at her hip bones, without having been told, the toothbrush sticking up out of one closed fist.

I took the toothbrush from her and dropped it back into the plastic bag on the patio table. Turning back to Julie, she was standing in profile to me so I reached up with my left hand and cupped her breast. There was no reaction from Julie other than her left hand at her hip closed a bit then relaxed. As I gently kneaded the flesh of her tit I placed my other hand on her ass. My hand moved over the smooth globes of Julie's ass and along the crack. Moving my left hand to her other tit, I reached under Julie with my right and brought my fingers up between the cheeks of her ass. When my fingers reached her asshole I let one fingertip pass over it several times then traced the edges.

"Bend over," I ordered and Julie bent forward at the waist. My left hand back on Julie's left tit, two fingers of my right went into her pussy and I fingered her for nearly three minutes. Taking my fingers from inside her, damp with her pussy dew, I told Julie, "Stand up."

I moved in front of Julie and stood close. Placing my left arm around her waist I pulled her body tight against mine, my hand on her ass. I moved my right leg between hers and gave the order, "Squat down." Julie squatted until her pussy sat against my pants covered thigh. Then I suddenly leaned in and kissed Julie. She was startled by my kiss but recovered quickly and responded. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it then our tongues twisted together for several moments before I pulled my lips from hers. Then I ordered, "Turn your head a little to your left and open your mouth," which she immediately did. Then I told Julie, "I'm going to put my fingers into your mouth and you're going to suck them clean. And while you're doing that you're going to hump your pussy against my leg." Then I put the two fingers I'd had in her pussy into her mouth.

Julie closed her lips around my fingers and began to run her tongue over and around them licking her pussy from them. As she licked and sucked on the two digits her hips moved back and forth rubbing her pussy against my thigh. As she humped against me Julie was pressing her crotch firmly against my leg and forty or fifty seconds into this play, Julie's breathing changed, obviously getting into it. After two minutes or so of Julie licking and sucking and humping I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and stepped back. I moved away so quickly that Julie's hips were still moving, dry humping the air once or twice. Once she'd realize I was gone Julie whimpered in frustration then stood up again, her wrists still at her hips.

Standing in front of her, totally ignoring her arousal which was apparent by her breathing I said, "One at a time I'm going to place your restraints in your hand and you're going to put them on yourself. Understand?"

Julie nodded and I stepped over to the patio table and picked up the wrist cuffs. Turning back to Julie I ordered, "Hold out your hand." Placing one of the cuffs in her palm I said, "Feel this, find where the buckles are, there's two of them. It's for your wrist." 

Blindfolded, Julie's fingers studied the leather cuff for a minute, feeling the buckle, the straps, and the tang that would hold the strap in the buckle. Then she put it over her left wrist and buckled it. When I handed her the one for her right hand she put that one on herself too.

As she was putting the second wrist cuff on herself I got the ankle cuffs from the patio table. When she was done I placed one of them into her hand and said, "This one's similar to the other two; it's just a little wider and is for your ankle. Go ahead and put it on yourself." 

She bent over and put the cuff around her left ankle and buckled it then put the other one on her right ankle when I'd given it to her. 

When Julie had buckled the last ankle cuff she stood and held out her hand for the next piece. I put the dog collar in her palm and told her what it was. Her fingers felt along its length until they found each end then she placed it around her neck and did up the buckle behind her neck. Julie must have thought she was done when she put the collar on herself because when she had finished she moved her wrists back to the points of her hip bones. 

But I had one more thing for her to do. I told Julie to hold her hand out again and gave her the leash, placing the hook into her hand. I ordered, "Attach this to your collar." 

Julie's fingers studied the hook until she found the sliding catch and then she raised one hand and felt along the collar, feeling for the D-ring. When she found it she raised her other hand and attached the leash to the collar then returned both hands to her hips.

After the leash was attached to the collar Richard picked up the lead and led Julie back into the garage and over to the bed then ordered, "Get on the bed and lie down." 

Julie inched forward, keeping her wrists at her hips, until she felt the edge of the bed against her legs. Then she turned, sat and lay down. We reattached her ankles and wrists to the spreader bars and disconnecting the leash, turned the collar around and attached one of the hooks and rope we'd made up and threaded it through the eyebolt on top of the bed. 

Naked, Candy and Jocelyn sat on either side of the bed and as Candy held a Pyrex vacuum dome over each nipple, Jocelyn pumped the air from each in turn sucking Julie's nipples a third of the way into the domes. Then they turned around to face her feet and as Jocelyn held Julie's lips spread, Candy placed the golden bumble bee over her clit and applied vacuum, pulling Julie's clit upwards, the top of the suction cup collapsing down to meet her clit. 

After Candy had removed the hose from the bumble bee Richard and I pulled down on the ropes attached to the spreader bars lifting Julie from the bed suspending her about four inches above it. After we tied off the ropes for the spreader bars Richard pulled the rope attached to the dog collar through the eyebolt until Julie's neck was straight, her head and neck supported flat. 

Candy and Jocelyn then went to work on Julie. When Jocelyn turned on the bumble bee's vibrating egg Julie uttered a passionate, "Uhhh." 

Candy knelt on the floor and from underneath Julie's suspended legs touched the tip of the six inch dildo to her pussy without penetrating her. Candy rubbed the head of the rubber cock through Julie's lips and over her asshole. She rubbed the dildo back and forth for nearly a minute then holding her lips open Candy pushed the dildo into Julie's pussy and began to fuck her with it. 

As Candy fucked her with the dildo and Jocelyn alternated the intensity of the bumble bee's vibrations, Julie's lips began to quiver and she bit the lower one to stop it. They played with the bound woman about ten minutes until it was obvious she was going to cum. Sensing how close Julie was Candy pulled the dildo from her pussy after Jocelyn had turned off the vibrating egg. Next Jocelyn released the vacuum before removing the devices from Julie's nipples and clit. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 10



Before the two women had stopped playing with Julie the only sounds we had heard were the vibrating egg on the bumble bee, the slight squish as the dildo moved in and out of Julie, Julie's breathing, and the pop, click, whir as the flash went off when Richard took a picture and the cameras motor advanced the film to the next frame. 

When Candy pulled the dildo from her pussy Julie let out an, "Ohh," and lifted her ass up by her legs as if looking for something to put back into her. Julie's frustration was building. 

We left her hanging like this as we waited for her passion to ebb. Twenty minutes later they did it all over again. This time they switched positions and Jocelyn fucked her with the dildo as Candy used the bumble bee on Julie's clit. Candy also applied a bit more vacuum to the Pyrex domes, sucking Julie's nipples more then a third of the way into the domes. 

This time they could only play with the helpless woman for six or seven minutes. As Julie's passion grew again Jocelyn plunged the fake dick in and out of her pussy faster. Remembering we weren't allowing Julie to cum yet, Candy turned off the vibrating egg, released the pressure then pulled the bumble bee off Julie's clit. Candy thought it best to reduce some of the stimulation we were giving her. Again they brought Julie to the edge of orgasm and then stopped, removing the dildo and vacuum domes from her body. 

This time Julie hung in the air untouched for thirty minutes before Candy thought it was safe to go back. As she hung in the air above the bed her natural lube was dripping out of her and her pussy was drooling it onto the mattress below her. 

Candy and I looked at her drooling pussy from between the corner posts on the end of the bed. A visible thin string of Julie's precum ran out of the bottom of her pussy hole, down over the 'taint', over Julie's asshole, along the crack of her ass then hung in a single string from there almost to the mattress. There was a small puddle of Julie's precum, about the size of a dime, maybe a nickel, pooling on the mattress with the broken string above it extending back up to where it met Julie's ass. 

We made sure Richard captured this on camera. This was the second set of shots showing Julie's pussy drooling and we hoped at least one, if not both showed well on the film. 

As Richard continued snapping away Candy went around the end of the bed and wiggled herself underneath Julie's legs and then pushed her face into the hanging pussy in front of her. Candy only licked a few seconds and was more getting herself a really good taste of Julie then eating her. 

After Candy's snack we let Julie rest for another five minutes before starting again. When they began this time the girl's didn't use either the vacuum domes or the bumble bee. Instead Jocelyn used a regular vibrator so she could apply and remove it as necessary to Julie's clit and Candy used the dual penetration dildo, the one with two six inch cocks on it, one over the other. 

Before they got started Candy smeared lube on Julie's ass and played with it with her fingers some before picking up the dual penetration dildo. The thicker 'cock' was an inch and a half in diameter and Candy inserted this into Julie's pussy and as she pushed it into her the thinner 'cock', one inch in diameter slid easily into Julie's asshole. 

As Jocelyn rubbed the vibrator against Julie's clit Candy fucked her pussy and asshole at the same time. Shortly Julie was panting and pulling herself up by her legs, humping her ass up to meet Candy's thrusts. Julie was sucking breaths in and blowing them out through pursed lips as the women played with her pussy and ass. This time Candy and Jocelyn had to stop after only about four minutes Julie was so hot. 

When they'd stopped we figured we'd taken this activity as far as we could. It was time for the final blatantly humiliating part of the game to start. During this phase we'd begin to allow Julie to cum. 

Richard and I lowered Julie and freed her from her bindings and then had her sit on the edge of the bed as Jocelyn attached her ankle cuffs to the doggy style spreader bar. 

"Open your mouth," I ordered and Julie obediently did so. I slipped the chin strap under Julie's chin and put the ball gag back into her mouth. Then, without being told Julie lowered her head so I could tighten the two straps holding the gag behind her head. 

Then we had her bend over so we could attach the wrist cuffs to the outer most D-rings on the spreader bar at her feet. Once Jocelyn had made that attachment we pushed Julie onto her back, rolled her onto her side and struggled to get her onto her knees on the mattress. 

Once we had her on her knees we moved Julie forward until we could reattach the dog collar to the cleat on the headboard. We moved her as far up to one end of the bed as we could, allowing a bit of space so the top of her head wouldn't be driven into the cross member when she was fucked. As an added precaution Candy placed a thick pillow on end between the top of Julie's head and the headboard. 

In this spreader bar Julie's ass and pussy were totally exposed and she was absolutely defenseless.

Walking around the bed inspecting our work Candy said, "We ought to be able to make a bit of money off this cunt. Look at her kneeling there waiting for it." 

Candy stopped and placed one hand on Julie's ass and pushed a couple of fingers of the other into the kneeling woman's pussy and said, "Look at this shit. Her pussy's already wet and open. What a fucking whore." 

Then pulling her fingers from Julie's wet snatch she ran them up and over the kneeling woman's asshole then said, "But if we're going to sell this trash we need to make sure her ass is ready for action too." 

She walked over to the table and came back with the inflatable butt plug. It was about five inches long, the tip of it maybe three eights of an inch wide. The plug tapered out from the tip to about two inches just before the neck, then dropped to about an inch wide on the neck. The thing with this butt plug was that around the neck the plug inflated to a diameter of about an inch and three quarters with the rest of the plug keeping its proportion to that, while also expanding slightly in length. We knew Julie couldn't stretch that far, but we'd still push her limits some. 

Candy lubed the plug then pushed it slowly into Julie's asshole. Julie grunted only once, when the widest part passed through her anal ring. Once Candy had it seated she began to pump it up. Candy inflated it until Julie's asshole was stretched to about an inch and a half, less than Julie had already accepted when the plug was put in. 

Candy patted Julie on the ass and said, "Now she's ready." Looking at Jocelyn she said, "Lets you and I get dressed and go find some business for our girl here." As they headed over to the table where their clothes were Candy said to Richard, "You should come with us too." 

To which he responded, "Sure, ok." 

After the two women dressed the three of them left through the garage door but had only gone out to Candy's car in the drive to wait. 

Now is when Richard's talent for voices would come in handy. 

After Julie had had the plug in her ass about fifteen minutes I eased off the pressure and removed it. As I sat behind her kneeling form on the bed I took a good look at Julie's pussy and asshole. Her pussy was very wet and still drooling; the inner lips swollen and puffy from her arousal. Her asshole now free of the plug was still slightly open just asking to be fucked. Placing my hand low on the cheek of her ass my fingertips curled around between her legs touching her extended lips; Julie's thighs actually quivered and she moaned at the intimate touch. 

I continued to caress her body, avoiding her pussy and ass and about ten minutes later we heard the rumble of the garage door as it opened. Turning my head I saw as Candy, Jocelyn and Richard came back into the garage. 

Sitting on the bed I heard, so I knew Julie could hear too as Jocelyn said, "Come on its ok. This is where we got her." 

Richard, talking with an accent from the extreme north, sounding mostly like a Canadian to my ear said, "What is this, a?" 

When Julie heard Richard, or rather the voice he was using, she stiffened under my touch. 

Jocelyn pointed and said, "Look she's right over there, you can see from here." 

The pseudo Canadian asked, "Who's that in there with her, a?" 

Jocelyn said, "That's who you got to pay." 

"What are you looking for," I asked the 'Canadian'. 

"This pretty lady said I could get some pussy over here...cheap too she said," Richard said in his faux Canadian accent. 

As Richard and I 'haggled' Candy and Jocelyn stripped, again, and each put on a strap-on dildo. 

"Well I tell you what, this pussy we have here has hardly ever been fucked so you're not going to find a tighter pussy on some old whore in the street. You can have it for a hundred bucks," I said. 

"A hundred dollars, a! That's more than I wanted to spend man," Richard played it up. 

"Come on, come over here and look at this pussy. This is prime stuff," I said as Richard shuffled his feet so Julie could hear as he came nearer. I got off the bed and we stood at the end and I said, "Look how wet this whore is, she's begging for it. We've got to tie her up like this because if we don't she'll play with her pussy all the time. Then when it's time for her to work she's worn the damn thing out. Go ahead touch it." 

I leaned over and pushed my finger straight into Julie's pussy sinking it in to my third knuckle. Turning my head I asked, "Tight, huh?" 

Richard leaning over Julie's ass on the other side said, "Damn man this bitch is tighter than a moose on Saturday night." 

I wasn't sure what that meant but it was in keeping with the Canadian thing. 

"Oh man, I just got to have me some of that. A hundred dollars, a?" 

"Yep," I said. 

"Ok I'll do it," Richard the 'Canadian' said. Richard even went so far as to open his wallet and rustle some cash together to make it sound like we were trading money. "You got a rubber, a?" he asked. 

"Sure, we'll make it a package deal and throw it in. But don't worry about it the whores clean. Now go ahead, knock yourself off a piece," I said. 

Weeks ago when we'd all discussed the plan for this part of the game we were a little concerned that Julie may be aware enough of what was happening to her, that she may wonder why the 'cocks' fucking her felt odd. Since at this stage Candy and Jocelyn would be doing the actual fucking of Julie wearing strap-on dildos, we hoped this 'condom' exchange between Richard's 'Canadian' character and I would plant the idea it was the condom providing that odd feeling. The point of this was to make Julie think we were actually selling her body so she had to believe it was a strange man fucking her. 

Richard made a show of undoing his belt and zipper, looking for the sound effect of someone undressing. 

"You going to watch us, a?" Richard the 'Canadian' asked. 

"No, no, I'll wait outside but Red here will stay and take some pictures if you don't mind. She won't show your face, we just want to get the whore on film," I said. 

"Well ok then. But don't show my face ok? 

Jocelyn answered, "No problem, don't worry about it. I'll be careful not to show your face." 

"Where did the other slut get off to, Red?" I asked Jocelyn. 

Candy, standing next to her redheaded friend held up her middle finger at me and smiled. 

"Her and her guy are still out looking for more johns," she replied, stifling a giggle. 

Hopefully with that exchange we'd created a little doubt in Julie's mind of who was in the room with her. 

"Ok then. Well I'll be outside when you're done. Ok?" 

"Ok man," Richard said to me. Turning to Julie he said, "I'm really going to do some fucking now, a. I'm gonna bang that pussy good." 

As Jocelyn moved around taking pictures and I sat in one of the chairs next to the bed, Candy climbed onto the bed behind Julie and ran the head of the dildo she was wearing up and down between Julie's pussy lips before pushing it into the bound, helpless women. 

Richard standing at Julie's hip as Candy began to fuck her said, "Damn, fuck you are one tight bitch, a." 

Candy pounded away at Julie for about four or five minutes all the while Richard making comments on how good a fuck she was, how tight she was and such. At about the four minute mark Julie began to push back to meet Candy's thrusts and keeping in mind we were still not letting her cum, Candy signaled Richard to act like he was cumming so she could stop. 

After he'd 'cum' Candy slid the dildo out of Julie slowly and sat back on her heels as Julie whimpered into her gag, again denied the release she craved. Richard reached across and patted Julie on the right hip and said, "Damn girl you were expensive, but you were worth every cent." 

Once Candy slipped off the bed Richard made sounds as if dressing and then we walked to the door of the garage together. 

As the door opened Richard said, loud enough for Julie to hear, "Man you were right, she was one good piece of ass, a." 

"Told you she was good. I'm glad you liked it. Come back again soon and next time, bring a friend." 

I went back and sat behind Julie on the bed and cleaned her up. "Damn that guy really pounded your little money maker babe," I said as I used some baby wipes to really wipe up some of her copious juices. "Got to get you ready for the next one though," I went on. 

After I finished I sat in the chair until they decided it was time to do it again. 

We did this to Julie three more times, waiting somewhere between fifteen and twenty minutes between each 'john'. Respectively for the next three times Richard pretended to be a Latino, a country guy and an inner city kid. Personally I thought he did pretty well with the exception of the inner city kid. That one was a little lame. 

For the second event of the afternoon Jocelyn fucked Julie in her pussy and ass, as Candy took over the photography duties, but again we stopped before she came. For the third event Jocelyn fucked Julie just in her ass as Richard's character had insisted, "The only thing I want to do is to fuck that pretty asshole she got." 

Before we did what turned out to be the last time we'd do this, we got together, discussed it and agreed we'd let her cum. I asked Candy to fuck her through as least two orgasms if she could. 

Once we'd gone through the set up with Richard doing his act Candy climbed on and pounded away at Julie's pussy and in just about three minutes Julie began to cum. As best she could in her position and restraints Julie pushed her ass back to meet Candy's thrusts. In her kneeling position we could see her fists balled tightly and her stomach muscles contract as her orgasm rolled over her. Behind her gag Julie was moaning; well actually the moans were coming more from her throat. 

While her first orgasm faded Julie breathed deeply as Candy continued to pound away at her. It took just another minute and a half or so before Julie went through the same motions again, meeting Candy's thrusts, her stomach contracting as she came again. 

We didn't even bother pretending there was 'some guy' fucking her anymore and skipped the exit routine as Julie was obviously physically spent. 

We unhooked her wrists from around her ankles and had to help her lay flat, face down on the mattress. We removed the spreader bar from her ankles, released the dog collar from where it was tied to the bed and let her sleep, letting Julie savor her first really intense orgasms. 

Julie napped for the better part of an hour and a quarter and when she awoke she stretched languidly, like a cat waking from its nap. 

While she slept our little cabal held a discussion and decided just a little more of the game remained and put that into play immediately when she woke. 

With the two cameras' newly loaded with fresh rolls of film Richard was ready to record this last sequence of the game. 

Still blindfolded and using the leash attached to the dog collar, we roused her from the bed and led her outside to the patio. We again had Julie stand with her arms outstretched from her side as Jocelyn and Candy bathed her, but this time softly, gently, smoothly and lovingly. They pressed their nude bodies against Julie's as they ran their soapy hands over her, caressing her. As they washed Julie they also bathed themselves and each other, subjecting themselves to the cool water from the garden hose. 

When they were done they led Julie back into the garage and had her kneel on the wrestling mats. When she knelt her wrists went to the points of her hip bones as if she were still wearing the cuffs and waist belt. 

Jocelyn set a metal chair at the edge of the mat and sat in it. She sat with her ass right at the front edge of the seat. Then with her legs spread very wide she began to run her fingers up and down her slit. 

Candy said to Julie, "Get on your hands and knees and crawl forward until I tell you to stop." 

Julie obediently did as instructed and crawled about four steps while Candy led her by the leash. 

Candy stopped Julie and then said, "Raise your head," followed by, "Higher," until Julie's head was as far up as she could lift it. "Move forward slowly," she directed. 

Julie crawled about two steps more and ran face first into Jocelyn's pussy. Julie pulled herself back a bit not realizing what she'd bumped into. 

Candy reached down and slapped Julie on the cheek of her ass and said, "No one told you to move back. Now put your fucking face back where it was." 

Julie hesitated and got another slap on her ass for it. Then she leaned forward until her nose was between Jocelyn's lips again. 

Candy bent over and said into the ear of the kneeling woman, but loud enough that Richard and I could hear just five feet away, "Now you eat the pussy that you have your nose in. And you'd better do a fucking bang up job of it too because if you don't we'll tie your ass up again and beat the crap out of you with the whips some more." 

When Candy threatened to use the whip the thought entered my mind that maybe Candy should have been using one of the cat-o'-nine tails whips to spank Julie as she ate Jocelyn. But that thought was instantly followed by two others. One was 'oh well a missed opportunity' and the other was 'maybe it's best Candy didn't use the whip because in the future that may be the only way Julie would enjoy eating pussy; as she was being spanked.' I didn't think our goal was to establish any fetishes. 

After being threatened by Candy Julie almost immediately stuck her tongue out and pushed it between Jocelyn's lips. Although she'd eaten both women the day before Julie started off tentatively. Slowly and timidly at first Julie lapped at Jocelyn's pussy, and then as she got into it, the more she tasted Jocelyn, the more she really went at it. Julie worked her mouth, tongue and lips up and down the length of Jocelyn's pussy. After a bit Julie lowered her mouth and stuck her tongue into the redhead's hole and tongue fucked her. Moving her tongue out of Jocelyn's hole Julie licked up and down the wetter by the minute pussy. 

Candy leaned down and told Julie to put two fingers inside Jocelyn's pussy and finger her as she ate her. 

Julie complied eagerly without taking her mouth from Jocelyn's pussy. Her tongue left no place between Jocelyn's lips untouched, from the hole to her clit. She pressed her open mouth flat against the pussy in front of her and began to flick her tongue against the redhead's clit. Finally Julie pursed her lips and pressed them against the redhead's erect little man in the boat and began to lick and suck on it. 

After being eaten and fingered by Julie for six or seven minutes Jocelyn's hands went to the back of Julie's head and within another forty seconds or so she began to cum. Jocelyn pulled Julie's mouth hard against her pussy as she threw her head back, her eyes closed tight and said, "Oh fuck, shit, eat me bitch, eat my pussy," and humped her hips against the face and probing fingers between her legs. Finally after more than a minute of being eaten through what appeared to have been at least two orgasms Jocelyn could take no more and pushed Julie's face and hand away. She sat forward on the chair and closed her legs, pressing her fist into her pussy between her clenched thighs. Jocelyn looked up at Candy through half lidded eyes, nodded her head and blew out a breath as explanation of how well Julie had done. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 10



I don't know about the others but I was impressed. Julie, who up until just the day before yesterday had only had sex, bad sex at that, with two men in her whole life was eating pussy like she had been doing it for years. 

Candy pulled up on the leash, taking out all the slack as a means of getting Julie's attention and asked, "What did you just do?" 

Julie was still on all fours, her head way back, licking her lips then she answered, "I made Mistress Jocelyn cum." 

I think even Candy was surprised by Julie's use of the word 'cum', how freely she said it without having to be prodded. 

Candy asked the kneeling woman a second question, "How did you make Mistress Jocelyn cum?" 

Proudly Julie answered, "I made Mistress Jocelyn cum by licking her pussy." 

Candy looked first at Jocelyn then at me and raised her eyebrows and smiled. Julie now used the word 'pussy' without prompting, which she'd actually done earlier too, after the crying incident, but not in either Jocelyn or Candy's presence. 

Candy asked her, "Did you like licking Mistress Jocelyn's pussy?" 

Julie responded, "Oh yes Mistress Candy, very much." 

"How did she taste?" 

"Mistress Jocelyn's pussy is delicious, she tastes very good Mistress Candy." 

Candy looked down at Julie a second then broke into one of those evil grins she sometimes puts on her face and nodded. 

"Well to me it looks like you did a good job, Mistress Jocelyn seems satisfied but I need to see for myself." 

Julie didn't move as Jocelyn got up and Candy took her place on the chair. When she was seated Julie moved forward on her own before Candy told her to and bumped her head on Candy's knee. 

"Anxious are we?" Candy smiled and asked. 

Julie answered demurely, "Yes Mistress Candy." 

"What is it you want then?" she asked. 

Julie paused for just a heartbeat then said, "I want to lick your pussy too Mistress." 

"No, I don't think I want you to lick my pussy. What do you think of that?" she asked. 

Sadly Julie responded, "If that's Mistress' wish." 

Candy smiled and said, "I think what I'd rather you do is eat my pussy. Say it." 

A small smile flashed across Julies lips and then she asked, "Mistress Candy may I eat your pussy?" 

"Will you do a good job?" Candy teased. 

"Yes Mistress," Julie responded. 

"Better than you did on the last pussy you ate?" Candy pressed. 

"Oh yes Mistress, much better. I'll do my very best eating your pussy," Julie responded with a good bit of enthusiasm. 

Candy said nothing for nearly ten seconds then told the kneeling woman as she spread her legs, "Well if you think you can do better go ahead, but don't waste my time if you can't." 

As enthusiastically as before she responded, "Oh no Mistress I'll do a very good job," and then moved her face between Candy's thighs. Julie went about the business of eating Candy's pussy with gusto and in four minutes, I timed it as we watched, Candy began to cum. Julie's mouth never left Candy's pussy. She licked, sucked and fingered Candy so well and with such enthusiasm that despite herself Candy could hold out no more than those four minutes. 

Candy stood while holding Julie's face to her crotch. Julie was now on her knees with Candy straddling her, her knees bent so she could press her pussy against Julie's mouth and tongue, humping against them as she came. When she could stand it no more Candy released Julie's head and plopped back onto the metal chair making it skid back several inches. 

Julie knelt as she was, her face glistening with Candy's juices. Her tongue darted out as she licked her lips continuing to savor the taste. 

I was glad Richard had caught so much on film; these were going to be great pictures I thought. 

Candy looked at me and pointed to Julie indicating it was my turn. I shook my head and she mouthed the words, "You got to." Again I declined. 

Candy stood and said to Julie, "Don't you fucking move." 

"Yes Mistress Candy," was the obedient reply. 

Candy crooked her finger at me as she stormed past and we, the four of us went out onto the patio again. 

Candy had fire in her eyes but she waited until the sliding glass door had closed before she asked me testily, "What's the fucking problem?" 

"I'm not sure this is something I should do," I replied. 

"Why?" she demanded to know. 

"This would be a little too much like rape," I said. 

Candy shook her head and said, "This is what Julie wants, what she asked for. And if not you, who? Richard?" 

Richard said, "Not me, girls aren't my thing. Well anyway not like this. Maybe if her pussy were full of cum, but not like this," he repeated. 

Candy said, "Look, you're the one who planned most of this, who led it, who directed it. You're already involved, already responsible if she cried rape, which she won't. How would letting her suck you and you fucking her be any different?" 

Jocelyn chimed in with, "And if she don't want you to then she can always use her signal." 

Candy jabbed her finger at me and said, "That's right. So what do you say?" 

I had to think for a minute. What they said was right; I had planned this game. Julie set the parameters, but the execution was by my plan. And Julie did say quite clearly, several times she wanted to be raped. And as Jocelyn had reminded me, Julie still had her out. 

Shrugging I said, "Ok. I just hope I can get it up." 

Candy's face softened as she stepped forward and placed her hand against my cheek, smiled up at me and asked rhetorically, "Oh well that's never been a problem before, now has it?" as her other hand cupped my crotch. 

"I got to clean up," I said in response and walked to the shower in the corner of the garage. I'd bathed that morning but had sweated a good bit as the day went on. I washed quickly then after moving it back to the edge of the mat sat in the chair where Julie had eaten Jocelyn and Candy earlier. 

Candy picked up the leash on the collar around the still kneeling Julie's neck and told her, "Walk forward on your knees cunt." 

As Julie moved forward Candy said to her, "Now for something a little different." Just outside my spread knees Candy told Julie, "Raise your arms up," and she raised her hands over her head like she were being held up. Candy had her move forward on her knees until she bumped her tits against my balls. "Lower your arms," she ordered and Julie draped them over my legs. Candy said, "Back up a step," then reached down and took my soft cock in her hand. Then she told Julie, "Open your mouth and lean over." 

Julie did as ordered as Candy directed my soft cock into her mouth. She was surprised at this 'new' thing in her mouth, but Julie didn't pull back and knelt unmoving with my cock between her lips. 

Assuming this was her first time Candy said, "Now for the first time in your life you're going to suck cock. And you better not bite him because I won't like it if you do." 

"Not half as much as I won't like it," I said. 

Julie giggled and did bite me just a bit. 

Candy shot me a look then instructed Julie, "Use your hands to hold his cock. Cover your teeth with your lips and slide your mouth up and down. His cock is soft now but it'll harden. Until it gets hard open your mouth when you get to the top and then swallow as much as you can without choking." 

As Julie's inexperienced mouth sucked on my cock I did begin to harden, eventually reaching my full six inch length. 

"See," Candy said truly proud of Julie. "I knew you could do it, he's getting hard already. Now don't open your mouth anymore when you take it back in, just slide your lips up and down on it, and use your tongue too." 

Following Candy's instructions Julie's mouth slid up and down my cock and although I know she tried not to, she did bite me a couple times. But I've gotten blow jobs from other inexperienced people in the past so it was expected. Once as her head bobbed up and down on me Julie swallowed too deep and choked herself. 

"Not too deep," Candy said. "You'll be able to suck cock deeper later, just concentrate on sucking what's comfortable for you now," Candy encouraged Julie. Then after watching Julie's developing technique for a bit she instructed, "When you slide your mouth up and down, press your tongue against the shaft." 

Julie was taking to cock sucking like a bear to honey. She became more enthusiastic as she gained more confidence. 

As Julie sucked me I signaled and mouthed to Candy and Jocelyn they should put the strap-ons on again so they could fuck Julie. Both nude women nodded and went to the table. Coming back, the fake cocks bouncing obscenely in front of them as they walked, they also brought another dildo, the anal probe, the anal beads and some lube. 

When they reached us Candy said to Julie, "Stop sucking for a second and stand up." 

When Julie had obeyed Candy said, "Now bend over at the waist and suck him some more." 

Julie bent over and moved her hands over me until she found my cock again and then slipped it back between her lips. 

Candy pulled Julie back by her hips and said, "I think standing back like this as you bend over will be a little more comfortable for you. Now spread your legs for me." 

Again Julie did as she was instructed. 

Kneeling on the mat behind Julie Candy spread Julie's cheeks and buried her face in the other woman's ass. Candy ate Julie's ass for a minute or more as the sucking women moaned onto my cock. 

Candy pulled her face from between Julie's cheeks and held out her finger so Jocelyn could squeeze some lube onto it and then she smeared the lube onto Julie's rear hole. 

When she was done Jocelyn handed her the anal probe. The shaft of the anal probe was twelve inches in length and had a bulb on one end about an inch and a quarter in diameter and an inch and a half in length. The shaft at the thick end was about three quarters of an inch in diameter and the narrow end just behind the bulb was about three eights of an inch in diameter. Beyond the thick end of the shaft was a handle.

Candy pressed the bulb against Julie's anal opening and it slipped in with just a little effort. Julie flinched, just a bit but didn't bite me or make a sound about the intrusion. 

Julie's mouth slid up and down my cock and I held her head raising it a bit more on the up stroke so her lips would contact the head. After two or three strokes she got the knack of it and I dropped my hands back to my sides. 

As Julie continued her virgin try at cock sucking, Candy began to fuck her ass with the probe. Candy plunged the probe into her ass in rhythm to Julie's head bobbing on my cock. 

It seemed that, perhaps unconsciously, Julie was aware whenever she slowed her sucking, Candy slowed fucking her ass because every time Candy slowed, Julie sucked faster. I didn't think this was particularly a good idea with a novice cock sucker but Julie was doing alright. In fact Julie was doing so well that if we let her keep it up she'd also get her first taste of a man's cum. 

Candy and I had been having sex together long enough that she knew the signs of my approaching nut so she changed tactics. 

She pulled the probe from Julie's ass and Jocelyn knelt and began to push the one inch anal beads one at a time into her ass, filling the void left by the anal probe. She pressed all ten beads into Julie's ass and left the last length of string and the ring hanging out of Julie's asshole. 

Candy picked up the leash and pulled up on it saying, "You did good sucking cock, now for something else." 

Julie stood and backed up as Candy pulled on the leash. Once in the center of the mat Candy told Julie, "Get down and lie on your back." 

Julie lay down but kept her knees up, her feet on the mat and spread. 

Candy said to Julie, "There's one more thing you have to do then you'll get what you wanted, what you asked for at the beginning of this." 

Jocelyn took Julie's right hand and placed the ten inch vibrating rabbit in her palm then closed her finger's around it. Turning Julie's wrist so the rabbit was on its side, Jocelyn took a finger of Julie's other hand in hers and using it turned on the three switches on the side panel of the vibrator. 

One switch started the shaft of the whole unit to start vibrating; the second switch started the two inch section of the shaft with the 'pearls' to rotate and the third switch made the rabbit attachment begin to vibrate too. 

After her finger moved the three switches Julie dropped that hand to the floor beside her. Jocelyn held Julie's closed hand in hers for a few seconds more so the prone woman could feel what the sex toy was doing. 

Candy said, "Before we go any further you have to use this toy on your pussy and masturbate to an orgasm in front of all of us. Understand?" 

Not for the first time we saw Julie blush from the tops of her tits to her face but she nodded and said, "Yes Mistress." 

Candy asked her, "What are you going to do?" 

"I'm going to masturbate while everyone watches me," she answered. 

With that evil grin of hers and a glint in her eye Candy asked Julie, "And why are you doing this?" 

Julie lay for a moment, the sex toy vibrating in her hand, the rotating part massaging her palm and said, "So that I can cum for you and the others Mistress Candy." 

"Then go ahead, we're waiting," Candy said. 

We brought over some other chairs and placed them so we were looking directly between Julie's now widely spread legs. Candy and Jocelyn sat on either side of me and as we watched Julie we touched ourselves and each other. Richard continued to take pictures. 

Julie raised the hand beside her and brought it to the sex toy. Her fingers felt along its length and paused as they passed over the 'pearls' on the section that was rotating, feeling them massaging her fingertips. After a moment her fingers continued their exploration and she discovered the vibrating rabbit attachment. Julie held the end of the rabbit against her palm feeling it tickle against it. 

As she dropped her knees to the mat Julie lowered her hand with the vibrator to her crotch and placed the side of it against her pussy. Almost on contact she arched her back slightly and uttered an, "Oh," her mouth wide open as she moved the device up and down against her slit. She moved it in short strokes, rubbing the rotating part against her inner lips. She did this for a minute or so then raised the vibrator up along her slit until the tip of it touched her hooded clit. As we watched her nipples harden and the areoles wrinkle up and raise in little bumps, Julie's mouth remained opened wide as she sucked in a deep breath through it. As she moved the blunt tip of the vibrator over and around her clit the pace of her breathing increased. 

Julie held the tip of the vibrator against her clit, moving it ever so slightly until Jocelyn said, "Put the vibrator inside your pussy slut." 

Reluctantly, as she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue Julie moved the vibrator lower and raised her knees, leaving her feet on the mat. Julie turned the vibrator from vertical to horizontal, worked the tip between her lips against her hole and then pushed it into her pussy. Again Julie short stroked the sex toy, fucking it in and out of herself. 

Candy got out of her seat and squatted next to the masturbating woman and placed her hand on top of Julie's. With her other hand Candy turned the vibrator so the rabbit attachment was on top of the shaft and then took her hands away. As she walked back to her seat Candy said, "Put it in a little deeper. You'll know when it's deep enough." 

Following Candy's direction Julie pushed the vibrator in a little deeper each time she fucked her pussy with it until the ears of the vibrating rabbit brushed against her clit. When it touched her clit the first time Julie sucked in a sudden deep breath through her nose. Her forehead wrinkled, she bit her bottom lip and her body twisted a little to one side, but she remained on her back as she held the vibrator where it was. When Julie finally breathed out a small almost mournful moan slowly escaped from her as the ears of the rabbit fluttered against her clit. 

I would liked to have seen what her eyes were doing as she masturbated but we'd left Julie blindfolded for a reason. That was so she'd have to use her other senses, not her sight to comprehend what was happening to her. 

In very small increments she moved the vibrator in and out, adjusting it so the rabbit would stimulate her clit as she wanted. The rotating pearls were stimulating the inner walls of her pussy and the shaft was vibrating inside of her. 

But Julie had never before felt anything like the sensation of the tip of the rabbit ears tickling her clit. Her forehead alternated scrunching up and relaxing as she moved the clitoral stimulator against herself. Her mouth went from a tight thin line as she pressed her lips together to relaxed and barely parted to a wide open gape as the sexual device worked its magic against her clit. Julie didn't so much fuck the sex toy in and out of herself as she more raised and lowered the base vertically so the rabbit ears would rub along the length of her clitoral hood as the shaft vibrated and rotated inside her. 

I hoped Richard caught some of these expressions as he snapped away shooting frame after frame of the masturbating woman. 

It only took another minute of this play, but when it came her orgasm hit Julie suddenly, violently. Julie uttered a strained, "Oh fuck," from between clenched teeth as she lifted her upper body slightly, as if she were doing crunches. Her thighs closed tightly around her hand holding the vibrating sex toy in her pussy. Then she threw her body back onto the mat and lifted her chin up as she again through clenched teeth said, "Oh mother fucker I'm cumming!" Her body remained stiff and taut as she came; grunting, moaning and groaning through it as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her. After her orgasm peaked Julie twitched a couple times then fell completely flat, relaxed, her legs slightly parted, her hands at her sides, the still vibrating, rotating toy sticking out of her pussy, the base resting on the mat. 

The four of us were surprised by Julie's now common use of 'offensive' language, along with her now apparent relative comfort at sex play. It appeared Julie, to paraphrase an old Doors song, had broken through to the other side of her sexuality.

Candy got down on her knees on the mat next to Julie and removed the vibrator from between her legs and set it aside. Moving up near Julie's head she leaned in close and said lovingly, "That's enough; it's time for some fucking now. You've earned it," then kissed Julie's cheek. 

We gave her no time to really rest, to catch her breath. Jocelyn knelt, took hold of Julie's ankles and spread her legs wider. 

The prone woman allowed her legs to be opened further as she breathed deeply in and out. 

Richard handed me one of the cameras and a roll of unopened film. He wanted me to reload the camera for him so he could continue taking pictures with the other. 

As Jocelyn spread some lube on the strap-on cock she was wearing Candy said at Julie's ear, "Pull your legs up and spread them wide," and the now ever obedient Julie did as instructed. 

Jocelyn crawled on top of her then reached down between them and guided the rubber cock into Julie's open, wet, ready pussy. She fucked Julie as a man would; lying prone atop her as Julie wrapped her legs around Jocelyn's waist. Jocelyn leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Julie's and they engaged in a very passionate kiss. Jocelyn fucked Julie for nearly six minutes and through at least one more orgasm. Luckily for Julie she'd cum because after she had, Jocelyn could go no more; Julie had worn her out. 

But Candy was already lubed up and ready to go. She immediately jumped in and took Jocelyn's place once she rolled out of the way onto her side, lying alongside Julie. Candy pushed Julie's knees back up to her chest and fucked her as she knelt between the other woman's legs. As Julie held her legs back Candy reached down, placed her hand on Julie's pubic bone and laid her thumb alongside the submissive woman's clit. Julie came again, two small orgasms as Candy fucked her for nearly another six minutes, alternating playing with Julie's clit and holding her legs. Candy too was worn out by the time she pulled her fake dick out of Julie. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 10



Candy pulled out, and sitting on her haunches looked at me over her shoulder and said panting, "Your turn." 

Candy moved aside and I climbed into the saddle but didn't enter Julie. Sitting beside us at Julie's shoulder Candy gave me a look and I held up one finger meaning wait. 

Softly I said, "Julie." 

Julie was breathing deeply in and out and her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat but she answered breathlessly, "Yes Master?" 

"Put your hand between us Julie." 

Julie moved her right hand from the floor beside her and reached between her legs and rested the side of it on her pubic hair. 

"Take my cock in your hand," I ordered. 

Julie moved her hand and took hold of me. 

"What do you want Julie?" I asked as I moved my cock back and forth in her hand about an inch. 

"This Master," she replied as her hand gently squeezed my cock. 

"What do you want Julie?" I repeated still fucking Julie's hand. 

"I want your cock Master," she said. 

"Julie, what is it you want?" I repeated the question a third time, emphasizing each word as I pumped my hips ever so slightly. 

Julie didn't answer, evidently confused. But after about five seconds her thoughts gelled and she said, "I want you to fuck me Master." 

When Julie said these words Candy and Jocelyn smiled broadly. Candy pumped her fist in triumph and then the two women did a high five. With those words Candy knew her friend had gotten what she wanted out of this game, what she'd asked Candy to help her with all those weeks ago. 

"Then guide me into you," I ordered. 

Holding onto my cock as I moved down a bit Julie tugged me towards her pussy and placed the head at her hole. Then she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into her. 

I was surprised by how wet she still was. Before I'd gotten on her I was considering using some of the lube the girls had used on their strap-ons. But Julie was not dry at all even after all the continuous fucking she'd taken. 

Now that I was inside Julie and had been put there by her own hand I began to fuck her. I pumped my hips, varying my pace as I slid my cock in and out of her. I fucked Julie for nearly five minutes and she had cum only two more small ones. I was beginning to believe we'd fucked her out. But in my male arrogance I felt she still had one more good cum in her. 

Looking at Jocelyn I nodded with my head indicating I wanted her to move over a bit, to make room for me to lie down. When she had I pulled out of Julie and lay on my back beside her. "Julie use your hands, feel your way, get on top of me and put my cock back in your pussy." 

"Yes Master," she said tiredly but happily. Slowly Julie rolled over, got onto her knees and used her hands to guide herself until she was over me. Then she reached between her legs and took my hard cock and held it up and fed it into her pussy as she sat down on it. 

"Use your legs and fuck yourself on my cock." 

She moved her hips a couple times before saying, "Hmmm, yes Master." She rose and fell on my cock, her hands on my chest as she sucked on her lower lip. 

My hands on Julie's tits, squeezing them and playing with her nipples, I looked to Candy and motioned for her to be ready to take the anal beads out of Julie when she came, if she came. 

Candy nodded and moved down behind Julie so she'd be in position to grab the ring. 

I don't know where she found the strength but Julie fucked herself on my cock for about four minutes. Her breathing was ragged, her body was covered in sweat but she kept moving her pussy up and down on my cock. As she rode me we could all see as Julie's passion begin to rise to its peak. 

I motioned to Jocelyn to remove Julie's blindfold and she did so with some difficulty as Julie didn't stop riding my cock. 

Two minutes later Julie reached the edge of her orgasm and Candy seeing and sensing it reached to take the ring hanging out of Julie's ass. 

Candy let Julie's orgasm hit and just peak when she pulled the ring smoothly with consistent tension, pulling the ten beads out of Julie's ass in rapid fire succession. 

Julie's eyes clenched tightly shut and she moaned loudly as her orgasm began to build. But when Candy yanked the beads out of her ass just as her orgasm peaked, they flew wide open again and Julie yelled, "Oh my fucking gawd that fucking feels great!" and she slammed her clasping pussy down onto my cock several more times. Then, but for a couple of shivers as her orgasm ebbed Julie sat still on top of me for a few moments, her head hanging down, her eyes closed, breathing deeply. As Julie's orgasm faded away she slowly fell forward and laid atop me, my cock still inside her. 

We lay together for five or ten minutes with Candy and Jocelyn lying on either side of us. They had their hands on Julie's back slowly scratching it. 

After about ten minutes had passed Candy asked, "Well Julie, was that what you had in mind?" 

Physically exhausted Julie kept her head against my shoulder for a few more seconds; we thought she may have been asleep. Finally without raising her head she said, "Not exactly what I had in mind, but much, much better. There's no way I could have envisioned all that happened, but I loved every minute of it. Thank you. Thank all of you." 

Then Julie lifted herself up, leaned over and kissed Candy. 

From below I watched as the two women kissed, seeing lots of tongue action. 

After their kiss Julie turned her head and kissed Jocelyn equally passionately and equally long. Then she looked down at me, smiled and said, "Candy was right. You are one sick fuck, you know that?" Then Julie pressed her mouth to mine and kissed me as she had the others. 

After Julie and I had parted lips, Candy asked me, "You didn't cum did you?" 

I shook my head and Julie said, "We can't have that can we girls?" 

Candy and Jocelyn joined in with, "No we can't." 

Getting a second wind Julie swung herself off me and they all congregated around my cock, which was soft again but covered in Julie's juices. 

Before they got started I asked, "Can I get up first, I'd like to sit up for this." 

Jocelyn said, "Well go ahead, get your ass up." 

I got off the mat and sat in the chair. With all that had happened in the last twenty-five minutes or so I'd forgotten about Richard. He was still moving around taking pictures. 

"Damn Richard you don't know what you're missing," I said to him. 

He smiled and said, "Believe it or not I've really enjoyed the show." 

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief and he nodded and said, "I did, I really did." 

Turning my attention back to what was happening I saw Julie had knelt between my legs again and was sucking me, tasting herself on my cock. "How do you taste?" I asked her. 

She took her mouth from my cock, smacked then licked her lips and said, "Delicious." 

When she took her mouth off Jocelyn leaned over and swallowed me. This went on for about ten minutes, each of the three women taking turns sucking me. 

At one point Jocelyn instructed Julie on how to lick and suck on a man's balls as Candy sucked me. But as Julie was doing as Jocelyn told her to do she accidentally sucked too hard on my balls which really got my attention. 

"Ooops, sorry," she said sheepishly.

A couple of minutes later Candy's oral talents were bringing me close and I said to Julie, "There's still one thing you didn't get to experience during the game." 

Julie had a question on her face but quickly realized what I was talking about before I said anything. She just sat back on her heels, turned her head up and opened her mouth. 

Candy brought me right to the edge and then I pulled myself from her mouth, reluctantly I might add. I stood in front of the kneeling Julie and held my cock right next to her open waiting mouth. 

I stroked my cock for fifteen or twenty seconds before I began to cum. When I came the first spurt went right on target, into Julie's open mouth. The second spurt landed on her upper lip, across her nose and fell on her cheek just short of her eye. The third and fourth spurts she caught in her mouth because she closed her mouth over the head of my cock. 

When I was done I sat back in the chair as we all watched Julie savor her first taste of male cum. She was going to wipe my cum from her face when Jocelyn stopped her. Jocelyn reached over and scooped it up on her finger and fed it to the new cocksucker, sticking her finger into Julie's mouth and pulling it out from between her closed lips. 

"What you think?" Candy asked her. 

"I used to hear about people doing this and thought it was so disgusting. How could someone put it in their mouth and even swallow it? But it's really good, isn't it?" 

Jocelyn agreed then held Julie's face with her hands and kissed her pushing her tongue into the other women's mouth. After they broke apart Julie and Jocelyn sat on the mat together. 

We sat quietly for a bit then I suggested, "What say we move this to Candy's so everyone can relax and we can talk." 

"What about all this?" Candy asked sweeping her hand around the garage. 

"We can come back next weekend and clean everything up. It won't hurt anything leaving it like this," I replied. 

While Candy and Julie dressed, Jocelyn and I took all the dirty, used sex toys into the garage bathroom and washed them. When we came out Candy was standing at the table of toys in just her shorts, her breasts bare, and was putting those toys into a cardboard box. We dropped the toys we'd just cleaned into the box and went to dress. After Candy had boxed everything from the table she picked up her top and pulled it on over her head. 

Jocelyn, Julie and Candy rode in Julie's car and Richard and I took Candy's back to her house. 

We sat in the living room, Julie in the oversized chair which faced most of the other seating in the room while I opened a couple bottles of wine and Candy got some wine glasses. 

After pouring everyone a glass I said, "A toast. Here's to Julie's sexual awakening." 

Everyone toasted Julie who said, "Thank you, all of you. I never realized sex could be so...complex, so different, and so wonderful. Believe me I could never be satisfied with someone like Ralph again, but then again I didn't know what I was missing either. But now that I do know I realize what poor lovers Ralph and I were." 

Jocelyn asked excitedly, "So tell us. What did you like? What didn't you like?" 

Julie thought a minute and said, "Well first you guys really scared the hell out of me. I thought Jocelyn had really broken down and when I went up there and you grabbed me it took me awhile to realize it was Bill and Candy. But I didn't know for sure it was them until they were pulling me out of the van and Candy said something about me being sorry for hitting her man and I recognized her voice." 

Candy said, "Yeah you really struggled. You gave poor Bill a shot to the head with your elbow." 

Julie grimaced and said, "Sorry." 

Smiling I brushed the event off saying, "Don't worry about it. Besides, I got even." 

Julie smiled back at me then asked, "Who was it that jumped from the van first?" 

"That was me," Richard answered. 

"Well I certainly didn't recognize you wearing that baseball hat; I couldn't see your face. And when you lunged at me with your hands up like that and yelled I thought I was going to wet my pants." 

Richard, along with Julie and the rest of us smiled and chuckled at that admission. 

Julie then said, "I really thought when the time came you'd do something when I visited Candy. You know grab me then, hold me in the house here or something like that. And I also thought it would just be Candy and Bill involved. I never expected what you did, or that it would be all four of you. The whole thing was a total surprise." 

Jocelyn said, "Good that's what we wanted to do, surprise you, do the unexpected." 

Going on Julie said, "Well you certainly succeeded. Ok, what did I like? I didn't mind the beatings, with the whips I mean. The first time on the bed it was a surprise but it didn't really hurt, at least not much. I liked when you beat my boobs and my...my pussy. When you had me tied standing up and beat me it stung at first but after a little bit as you kept hitting me it began to feel...exciting. Again I liked when my boobs and pussy were slapped with the whip." 

Candy took one of the cat-o'-nine tails whips from the cardboard box and laid it on the table for Julie to see.

"How about when you had the dildo in your pussy and we'd left you tied up and I smacked your ass because you were fucking yourself on it?" Jocelyn asked. 

"When I was tied standing up?" 

Jocelyn nodded. 

"Oh that one hurt because I was so surprised. I had that dildo in my pussy and I just couldn't help myself, I just had to move on it. I was concentrating on the feelings in my loins and when you hit my ass it stung." 

Kidding Jocelyn said, "Good." 

Julie smiled then went on. "Another thing I really liked was when you put that sucking thing on my pussy and it vibrated. I thought I'd die it felt so good." 

Again reaching into the box of toys on the coffee table Candy removed what Julie was talking about and said, "That was this. It's called a golden bumble bee. Jocelyn and I each got one too and you're right they are hot." Then she asked, "What about the suction domes on your nipples?" 

"That was pretty good too and it seemed that I might have liked a little more suction on them." 

"And when we put one on your clit?"

"Again at first I was a little scared because I thought it would hurt, but it didn't. It just made it more sensitive. I'd probably do that again too maybe."

Jocelyn questioned, "What about the anal play?" 

Julie thought a second then said, "At first I didn't like it too much but as you did more of it I found I really did enjoy it. When you pulled whatever it was out of my bum when I was...fucking Bill I thought I'd lose my mind. One day I want to try being fucked in my ass, by a man I mean." 
Once again Candy reached into the box on the table and this time removed the anal beads. She handed them to Julie and said, "These are what I pulled out of your ass. I waited until your orgasm began to diminish then pulled them out all at one time." 

Julie examined the beads and said, "Hard to believe these could make me cum like that, but they did. When you yanked them out it made me cum a second time, all over again, maybe even a bit stronger than the first one." 

Then Candy asked, "You said weeks ago, when we first sat down and talked about doing this you didn't think you'd ever cum before; have you now? And if you did when was your first orgasm?" 

"God yes I came, plenty of times. But I was right though, I'd never cum before with either Petey or Ralph. My first cum was when someone put something big in my ass and they pulled whatever it was almost out of me then pushed it back in again. As it was pushed in and pulled out I could feel my hole back there spreading open and then closing. And while that was happening something was fucking my pussy too." 

Jocelyn said proudly, "That was Candy and me doing that to you. We gave you your first orgasm. Wow." 

Smiling Julie looked at each of the grinning women and said, "I was right in the middle of cumming when you yanked whatever was in my ass out and it started all over again, a second cum hit me. Just like later with those beads. I think that's when I decided I did like anal sex." 

Candy reached into the box of toys and first held up the six inch dildo showing it to Julie and said, "This is what was in your pussy...," and then after putting the dildo on the table she took out the butt plug with the four graduated size bubbles and said, "...and this is what was in your ass." 
Julie reached across the table and as Candy handed it to her she said, "And you only took the first three balls." 

Julie pulled the toy through her closed hand, feeling the graduated balls as they slid through. Looking at the toy she said, "Well it certainly felt like it was more than three and they felt a lot bigger than this too." 

Placing the toy on the table after her inspection she said almost shyly, "I also surprised myself." 

"How so?" Jocelyn asked. 

"I didn't think I could ever do anything with another woman. I'd heard about some of the girls in college doing it but I thought it wasn't natural. Well, with like so many other things these past two days I found out I was wrong. I loved eating your pussies. I loved the feel of it, the taste of it and I loved you cumming in my mouth. I loved the way your pussies clenched my fingers when you came as I fingered you. I guess I loved it all." 

Candy and Jocelyn had big grins on their faces at that admission. I knew if Julie were willing this was something these two would be very eager to let her explore further with them. 

"I found I also liked sucking cock too. But I know I need to work on that." Looking at me she said, "It couldn't have been very good for you."

"No it was really very good for your first time. In fact when you sucked me the very first time, earlier, if I'd let you keep it up just a bit more you would have gotten your first taste of cum sooner," I assured her.

Julie smiled then said, "I really, really liked that last vibrator you made me play with too. And playing with myself in front of you guys excited me a lot. When Candy said I had to do that and also cum in front of you I was so embarrassed. But as I was doing it I found I liked it. But what surprised me the most was I realized I liked being watched doing it. I think you watching me play with myself may have even added to the intensity of my orgasm."

Candy dug in the box of toys once again and passed the rabbit to Julie who looked it over. Her fingers found the switches and she turned it on and held the vibrating ears of the rabbit attachment against her palm. Julie's only comment was, "Hmmm."

After several moments Julie turned off the rabbit and set the vibrator on the table then said, "One thing that made me feel so nasty, but in a good way I mean, was when Bill made me squat and rub my pussy on his leg. It felt so nasty doing that, so wanton. Every time I moved my pussy over his leg my clit would rub against him and I thought if I could only do this a bit more I could cum. But Bill made me stop all too soon. I almost wanted to cry."

Jocelyn then asked, "Ok you've told us what you liked about what happened; what was the worst of it for you?" 

Julie lifted her head and looked towards the ceiling and with her cheeks puffed out blew out a long breath through her mouth. Then she looked at me, hesitated a second or two and said, "The worst of it was when I had to use the bathroom and the enema you gave me. It wasn't the enema itself, but what you made me do to get rid of it. That was all so embarrassing, I hated that part. Having to tell you what I had to do then asking you to clean me afterwards. I was so humiliated and felt so degraded each time." 

"I think that was a case of be careful what you ask for because you might get it. I mean when you asked for humiliation to be part of this," I said. 

"Well I was certainly humiliated. But I could have ended it. In fact you gave me several opportunities to do just that," she said as she smiled affectionately at me.

Jocelyn asked, "What about this morning when you cried when you had to use the bathroom?"

Julie thought a moment then said, "I almost ended it right then, I almost broke. But what stopped me was when Bill asked if I wanted to end it. I was determined that he know I wasn't a quitter. I didn't want any of you to think that. So I did what I had to do."

Richard asked, "What about the baths?"

"Those were both good and bad. The water was cold and I hated being sprayed with it. But I loved being washed by Candy and Jocelyn, their hands on me." 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 10



Candy asked, "Did you think we'd really brought in other men to rape you?" 

Julie nodded, "Yeah I did, especially the first time. But I began to suspect it was you guys and was sure about it by the last time. But by then I was cumming one after the other so I didn't really care if you had." 

Turning to Richard Julie said, "You were really good. I should have remembered you're a mimic." Then laughing she said, "But that last one you did, it was really bad. You had the lingo all wrong." 

Richard smiled at the friendly criticism and said, "Yeah I thought that one might be a reach."

Then she asked, "Who said they were going to hammer something into my ass though?" 

"That was Richard too," I said. 

Julie said, "Now that one I really thought was someone else. That one was really good, Richard." 

Richard nodded and said, "Thank you." 

Candy asked, "Did you like your tits being tied up?"

"At first I did but I think you may have left them tied up a bit too long because they began to ache. But I think I'd do that again, just not for so long."

"I told Bill I wanted to try that myself."

Julie nodded then sat in thought for a few seconds. When she remembered what she was trying to think of she said, "Oh and I also didn't like being blindfolded. Not being able to see was horrible. With not being able to see everything happened with no warning, you couldn't prepare yourself."

Candy responded, "That was the point. We wanted to cut off your vision so you'd have to use your other senses to better 'feel' what was happening to you."

After a few moments thought Julie nodded and said, "That explains a lot. And now maybe I think you were right to keep me blindfolded. I think it would have been a significantly different experience if I could have seen what was going on. I guess your way was better."

"Well Julie, did you get what you wanted out of this game?" I asked. 

She nodded and said, "Everything I expected and more. I've discovered so much about myself these past two days. I discovered sex is not dirty, it's not unsatisfying. Sex is good, it's healthy and it's fun too. And there's more to sex then just fucking and sucking. There are other things too, like what you did to me. Now I'm sure I won't ever do some of those things again, but to have experienced them was such an education. But the things I will do again, like the girl/ girl stuff, the anal play, the masturbation and the sucking and fucking are something that I take from this experience as gifts from my friends." 

Julie sat quietly and reflected for a moment or two about the last two days. Then she looked around the room at each of us and said, "Please fill your glasses because I want to toast you. I want to toast my friends who have awakened in me a passion for life that has lain dormant for far too long." 

After the toast Candy said, "Well you'll also have some pictures to remember this experience by. Richard must have taken twenty or thirty rolls of pictures. As soon as we get them developed we'll give them to you, along with the negatives of course."

Julie asked, "Where do you get something like that developed?"

Richard said, "I have a photographer friend who does his own developing and enlarging. He'll do it for me."

Shortly after that the party broke up, mostly because everyone was physically spent, tired after a day and a half of the game. Richard retired to his room. Julie, Jocelyn and Candy went up to Candy's room to sleep and I slept on the couch, although they said I was welcome to join them. But I figured to give the girls some space for a while. 

Later that night or rather early the next morning, just after one a.m., Candy came down and we lay together and had sex on the floor in front of her fireplace. Afterwards we fell asleep cuddled together. This is how the others found us the next morning when they came down. 

In spite of what Julie thought and the events of the past two days I knew Julie's education in sexual matters was just beginning. I was sure she had a working knowledge of sex, but that was mostly clinical and cold facts from books. Candy and Jocelyn would bring an earthier facet to her education and she'd learn more practical things from them then she'd ever get from a manual. No, Julie's education was just beginning and knew that as long as I was with Candy, I'd probably be a part of that education from time to time. And frankly this was something I looked forward to.



My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 11



Foreword: This chapter contains some Spanish text that was included for effect and atmosphere. I however do not speak Spanish so the use of English to Spanish translator software was employed. I'm sure in some instances there was not a 'clean' translation rendered. For this I offer to any Latino readers my sincere apologies and assure you no offense was intended. ____BilyumQ

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This is chapter eleven of this look back at an affair I had with one of the most exciting women it has ever been my pleasure to know. Candy and I had been carrying on an affair for about three years at this point and everything was going well. Candy and I had long ago settled into an almost married-like relationship, although the rub was we were both married to others.

I guess this is sort of a cliché but if I could have somehow melted both my wife and Candy down and poured them into a mold and created one woman, that woman would be my ideal. The next best thing would have been for my wife to join Candy and me. But unfortunately my wife was not into swinging, at all, and not into other women, at all. So for me that left one thing, adultery. This being said, if I was forced to make a choice, I would chose my wife, even though loosing Candy would be hard on me, because I truly loved her too.

But Candy was happy in the way she fit into my life. She had a husband, of sorts, and was not looking to make changes, and frankly, neither was I. Right at the outset of our affair Candy said she knew I was married but that she didn't care, she wanted this affair to continue.

And continue it has, for three years. We've shared many sexual adventures together during this time. It's been mostly just her and I, occasionally her longtime lover, Jocelyn and sometimes others. But whomever it's included or not included, it's always been interesting and fun. 

Being in related professions and attending some of the same industry seminars and meetings gave Candy and me opportunities to get together out of town. We'd attend meetings together, share breakfast, lunch and dinner, take in the sights and sounds of the city, make the rounds of hospitality suites and always end up spending the night together, but not always alone. 

One of the trips we took together was to Denver where we were to attend an industry seminar/ symposium, which was being held in the convention hall of the hotel at which we were staying. 

Sure there are some actual seminars and meetings going on but these things usually turn out to be a boondoggle, just a place to get together, meet people, eat, drink and party. 

Candy and I flew into town together, which was unusual for us, arriving mid afternoon. And of course we shared a taxi for the ride to the hotel on Court Place in downtown Denver. We checked into separate rooms, which we always did, and both went up to hers, which we usually did. 

We'd previously made plans to meet with some friends that first evening for dinner. Candy and I met them in the lobby about six-thirty, grabbed a couple of cabs, there were six of us, and went out to the Briarwood Inn in Golden, CO. After our meal we arrived back at the hotel around nine p.m. and made the rounds of a few of the hospitality suites the different vendors and companies at the seminar had set up. 

We were both tired from the long day we'd put in and the trip up so shortly after midnight we headed back to her room, undressed and fell into bed. I lay my right arm out so Candy could lie against me. Candy's head rested on my shoulder, my arm around her and we quickly fell asleep snuggled tightly together, our bare skin feeling good against each other. 

In the morning I awoke before Candy did. So I got out of bed and made us some coffee using the Mr. Coffee the hotel provided. Still nude, I went to the room door, looked through the peep hole and seeing no one, opened it and picked up the complimentary newspaper from the hallway floor, pushing the door closed behind me as I went back in. Candy was still asleep so I sat in the thick cushioned wing chair in front of the drapes and began to read. 

A couple minutes later as the coffee brewed and the aroma filled the room Candy began to stir. Under the covers she stretched like a cat as she slowly came awake. In her 'almost awake state' Candy must have expected me to still be in bed with her. She rolled onto her side and placed her arm across where if I had still been in bed she would have laid it across my chest. Her head on her pillow she finally opened her eyes and batted them a few times as she became more awake. When she could focus Candy lifted her head, looked at the spot where I wasn't laying, then looked over at me in the chair, smiled and said sleepily, "Good morning, sweetheart." 

I dropped the paper on the desk and went over and sat on the edge of the bed. Leaning over I kissed Candy and said, "Good morning, baby. Slept well?"

"Like a rock." 

"Me too." 

I kissed her once more then went to the table and poured two cups of coffee.

As I brought the cups back to the bed Candy sat up, piling all the pillows against the headboard. When I handed her a cup and saucer she leaned back, took a sip and said, "Hmmmm, this is what I need, you to bring me my coffee in bed every morning." 

I slipped in beside her and we sat under the covers on the bed, our backs resting on the pillows stacked against the headboard drinking our coffee and reading the paper. 

The sheet and comforter were only pulled up to our waists and Candy's breasts were exposed, her nipples hard not from sexual arousal but from the slight chill in the room. 

After about ten minutes Candy got up and went to the bathroom as I poured us each another cup of coffee. When she returned she climbed back into bed with me and picked up the section of paper she'd been reading earlier. 

After our second cup I asked if she'd like to take a shower with me. 

"Every day for the rest of my life," she replied.

We padded into the bathroom and as I adjusted the water temperature in the shower Candy went to the basin and brushed her teeth. Letting the water in the shower run I shared the sink with her and brushed mine as well. 

The hot water running in the shower soon caused a fog to begin to appear in the bathroom and as we finished up brushing and flossing the mirror fogged over too. 

We stepped into the shower together and allowed the water to cascade down over us. Embracing each other we just stood under the spray hugging, her head resting against my chest for a minute or two. 

Then I pushed the showerhead away from us to spray to one side, opened the shampoo and poured it into my palm and began to wash Candy's hair. Candy turned her back to me, but remained pressed up against my body as my fingertips moved over her head and through her hair. 

After two or three minutes and satisfied I'd washed her hair thoroughly Candy pulled the shower head back around and rinsed. After she'd rinsed her hair of all the shampoo I worked in the conditioner and then set about washing the rest of her. 

I rubbed the bar of soap between my palms building up a lather. Then as Candy held her face up to me, eyes closed, I used my fingertips to wash her face. I rubbed the soap onto her forehead, around her eyes, over her cheeks and nose, the side of her face, around and through her earlobes, her neck, her chin, and as she sealed her lips tight I washed over her mouth. I moved my fingers in tiny circles as I scrubbed her face, then Candy turned and rinsed. 

Finished rinsing she lay the side of her head against my chest again and placed her arms around my waist hugging herself to me. As Candy held onto me I rubbed the bar of soap up and down her back. Using the wash cloth I scrubbed her from the back of her neck to the top of her ass. Then I reached up and directed the showerhead to rinse the soap from her back.

Candy turned in my arms, leaned back against me and placed the flat of her hands against my thighs. Using just the bar of soap my hands rubbed in a series of concentric circles over her belly, from just below her breasts to just above her pubic hair, my fingers brushing the edge of her bush each time they went around. 

Placing the soap back in the tray I used just my hands to work the soap on her body into a lather and then brought them up, around and over Candy's breasts. First I cupped them, feeling their weight in my hands. Then keeping my palms in contact with her flesh, I rubbed around the outside of them, avoiding her nipples and areoles. Bringing my soapy hands around the globes of her breasts I brought them over the top, palm down. Finally I moved them downwards over the top and front of her breasts, my palms passing over her nipples and areoles. 

After running my soapy hands over and around Candy's belly, chest and breasts for several minutes I washed her sides from her hips up. And as she held them straight up above her I washed each arm in turn. Then with one arm wrapped around her waist I reached up and took down the showerhead and rinsed her. 

When I put the showerhead back in its cradle Candy turned to face me and we shared a kiss. A kiss that was more then just a quick peck but less then a passionate, soulful kiss. 

I sat on the edge of the tub and washed her legs and feet as Candy placed one foot at a time onto my knee. My hands moved over her feet and ankles, my fingers moving between her toes. Then up the length of her calf and thighs my hands soaped and washed her. My soapy hands move up between her legs but just into the nook between her sex and the joint of each leg. I was careful to avoid her pussy. 

After I'd washed and rinsed both legs I stood and without a word of instruction from me Candy turned to face the back wall of the enclosure, spread her feet and bent over some. 

Soaping my hands again I moved them over the outside of the twin globes of her ass. Then starting at the top of the crack of Candy's ass I moved my soapy hands between her cheeks and washed up and down its length, moving my fingertips over her asshole and back up again. Holding the showerhead I rinsed her ass and between her legs where the soap had ran. 

Candy remained as she was as I resoaped my hands and then reached under her and soaped her pussy from behind. My fingers moved quickly over and through her sex, washing between her lips making sure everyplace between them was squeaky clean. Knowing some women's pussies are sensitive to exposure to soap for too long, Candy being one of them, I rinsed her again quickly. 

Having washed Candy many times before I knew she expected one more washing of her ass and pussy. So I worked up a good lather on the wash cloth and again reached under her from behind and washed first her pussy then her ass with it. Using the showerhead I sprayed the water over her ass and pussy from underneath her. The water shot upwards as I ran my hand between the cheeks of her ass and lips of her pussy making sure there was no left over soap remaining. 

Candy wanted to wash me as well but I pointed out the time; six fifty-five. I reminded her we'd promised to meet someone for breakfast at seven thirty and she still needed to dry her hair, do her makeup and get dressed. So of course I also had to tell her, "With all that we'll be lucky to get out of here before eight o'clock." 

For my comment Candy playfully poked me in the side with her finger and said, "Fuck you." Then with her eyes rolled up, her head cast slightly down, her bottom lip sticking out and a pout on her face she said, "Well then you owe me." 

"Perpetually, my love. And even longer than that," I responded then kissed her. 

Candy stepped out and dried herself as I washed. By the time I'd finished showering and washing my hair she was just finishing drying hers with the hair dryer. Of course her hair took longer because she had to fuss with it with a brush while she dried it. 

I towel dried my hair as best I could then used the hair dryer for the rest. It only took a couple minutes to finish up and then I shaved and put on deodorant and cologne. Then I went into the bedroom and dressed. By the time I'd finished dressing, except for a sports coat, Candy was still not finished with her make-up and hair, or applying all the lotions she rubbed on herself. So I plopped back into the chair I'd been in earlier and picked up the newspaper again. 

Candy came out of the bathroom at seven-twenty and began to dress. As long as it took her to do her face and hair was as little time as it took her to finish dressing. She didn't exactly throw her clothes on, but Candy moved with an efficiency of motion and a practiced grace and dressed in only five minutes. And when she was done Candy looked absolutely fabulous. After she put some perfume on we walked out of the hotel room at seven twenty-six and headed to the elevator. 

After breakfast Candy and I attended two seminars of interest to us. Between these meetings we spent some time glad handing and talking with people we knew. Later we went to the exhibition hall to check out the vendor's booths and see what was new. 

We'd been roaming up and down the aisles looking at this and that and had idly discussed our lunch plans as we strolled. Candy was hinting at skipping lunch and picking up where we'd left off earlier that morning. 

We stopped at one of the booths and looked at literature for some new software being offered. There was a small group of people around the booth interested in what this vendor was hawking, some questions were asked and the salesman said he had a demo on his laptop to show us. As we watched the demo on the small screen of the laptop a woman on the side of us was trying to jockey for position to better see it as well. I stepped back some and let her stand in front of me. As she was only about 5'5" I could easily see over her. 

She turned her head to thank me and did a double take on Candy's exhibition name tag then went back to watching the demo. 

After the demo was over Candy and I really had no interest in the product and began to walk off. 

After we'd taken only a few steps the woman from the demo rushed up on Candy's right, placed her hand on Candy's arm and said with a distinct Spanish accent, "Excuse me, excuse me. I hate to seem so bold but I saw your nametag and just had to ask; are you Candice M.?" 

Candy answered pleasantly but warily, "Yes, I am," and we both took in her name tag. It said 'Manuela S.' with the name of the company she worked for under it. 

The woman said excitedly as she patted Candy's forearm, "I thought so! I wasn't sure when I saw your name but when I heard your voice I was almost sure it was you." 

With a small smile Candy looked at the woman as if wondering where the men with the butterfly nets were. 

Realizing Candy didn't know what the hell she was talking about the woman said, "I'm sorry; sometimes I get a little flustered when I'm excited. I'm Manny with (her company)." 

Candy's face lit up, "Oh! Oh my goodness." Candy stepped closer to the woman and the two women hugged, as women sometimes do. "It is so nice to finally meet you face to face. I didn't recognize your name as Manuela and your accent is certainly less pronounced on the phone." 

Manny's face was aglow at Candy's recognition and said, "I know, everyone tells me that and I have no idea why." 

Candy introduced me, "This is my friend Bill." 

"A pleasure to meet you," I said extending my hand. 

"Same to you," she responded, briefly taking her eyes from Candy and taking my hand. 

Candy explained her relationship with Manny. "Manny works for one of our primary vendors; she's the...what...Assistant Vice President of Sales for the Southern Region?" After Manny nodded she went on, "We talk once or twice a month on the phone but have never met. I can't get over how different you sound in person...and if you don't mind me saying it how different you look than what I had pictured from just hearing your voice." 

Manny's eyes swept down then back up Candy as she said, "As do you. You must come to our hospitality suite tonight and have a drink with me, I mean with us." 

"We'll certainly be there." 

Manny gave us the suite number then said, "Well I'll let you get back to your show. It was so nice to meet you at last." Then looking at me she said, "You too, Bill," but that seemed somehow a little less sincere. 

Candy said, "Nonsense, unless you have to go. We were just talking about lunch; would you care to join us?" 

"Really? You wouldn't mind?" 

"No, not at all. Please join us," I said. 

Looking back to Candy as if waiting for her approval she finally said with a big smile, "Ok, let me just check in at our booth and I'll meet you in the lobby in what...?" 

"Fifteen minutes," I suggested. 

"Fifteen minutes. See you then." Manny patted Candy's forearm again then turned and left. 

We watched her walk off briskly picking her way through the crowd. 

"A bundle of energy isn't she?" Candy commented. 

"Uh-huh, and I think she has a thing for you too." 

Candy looked at me and said, "No" dragging out the 'O' for a bit. "What makes you think so?" she asked seriously. 

"Come on Candy, you're not slow on the up-take. She paid an inordinate amount of attention to you, touching you, looking to you for approval to join us for lunch. And about that, I thought you had other plans," I teased. 

Candy waved her hand and said, "Oh you'll get it, but later." Then looking to me with a leer she said, "Just think how the wait will make you appreciate it that much more." 

"Maybe I should just take you over there and get some now," I said pointing behind some booths against the wall. Between the back of those booths and the wall was about a three foot wide space running the length of the aisle. 

Candy looked over to where I pointed then back at me with one of her impish grins on her face and asked, "You want to?" 

Knowing how excited she gets at having sex in public places I knew my girlfriend was being serious. But in spite of that I answered, "No, we need to go meet your new friend." 

Candy stuck out her bottom lip in a pout for a second then said, "I think you're wrong about Manny. She's a salesperson after all, that's what they do, suck up. We spend an obscene amount of money with her company; of course she wants to make me the center of her attention." 

I gave Candy a skeptical look and said, "Well if that's what you want to think, ok. But if I'm wrong you can...," I lowered my voice so only she could hear, "...fuck me with your toys." 

Laughing she said, "What kind of bet is that? You let me do that anyway." 

We smiled at each other and then she said, "Tell you what. If I'm right and Manny doesn't make a pass at me then you have to do with Richard what I sometimes make him do to you, while I watch. Ok?" 

Candy's married to Richard, a gay man, a strictly gay man. They've been friends since their grade school days and married just after graduation from college. They married for convenience, to further their respective careers in business; the theory being married folks presented a more stable and responsible image then single folks. From both their separate accounts the marriage has never been consummated but occasionally he does participate in Candy's sex life, although only right around the edges. Richard is submissive to Candy and pretty much follows her lead and direction in everything. From time to time she manages to convince me to let Richard suck me off, with no reciprocation from me, as she watches and masturbates. Watching as Richard does this is always an incredible turn on for her. 

So knowing what she meant was for me to have oral sex with Richard too; which she's tried on only one or two occasions to talk me into doing, I said, "Ok, that's a safe bet. And if I'm right?" 

"Well sweetheart, if you're right you get to have a threesome." 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 11



"I think you're wrong about that too." 

"About what? About having a threesome?" 

I nodded and said, "I think she wants you all to herself." 

I could see Candy thinking about that. "Well I don't think anything at all will happen but if it does you'll be there. You know I can't leave you out of something like this." 

I smiled at that and said teasingly, "You just want someone to watch, that's all." 

"Watching is good too, sweetie." 

Thinking back to sitting in her closet on several occasions; the one with the two-way mirror, I answered, "Yep, that it is." 

Candy smiled sweetly at me as we walked past the exhibitions as we talked.

Then I said, "We need to clarify this 'make a pass' thing. I don't necessarily think she'll do it during lunch." 

As offhandedly as if she were talking about changing the channel on the TV she said, "Ok then, if she makes a pass anytime during the next three days", which was the duration of the seminar, "the bet is on." 

"Ok then," was my only response.

We met Manny in the lobby and hopped into a cab for the short ride to the Ship Tavern in the Brown Palace Hotel on 17th street. Candy sat between Manny and I with her left arm through mine and her right hand on her top of her right thigh. Manny wasted no time and placed her hand on top of Candy's. 

Candy asked Manny, "You're with a new company now?" 

"No. Why?" 

"Well when you first came up to us in the exhibition hall and I looked at your name tag I didn't recognize either the name Manuela or the company name." 

"Oh sure, ok. That's because we just finished our merger about ten days ago and this is the first show we had the new company name put on everyone's name tags. I should have realized what you were asking, but it's still new to me too. It's a habit; I still say the old name most of the time but think I've got to be careful about doing that though." And then cupping her right hand against the side of her mouth Manny said in a stage whisper, "The new bosses might not like that." 

We arrived at the hotel and I paid the fare as the two women went into the restaurant to get a table. When I went in they were just being seated and Manny took the seat next to my girlfriend, which is what I'd expected. 

For lunch Candy and I shared a half dozen raw oysters on the half shell, then for our entrées she had the prime rib and I had the mountain trout. Manny had prawns followed by a club sandwich. 

During lunch we chatted and Manny shared she had been divorced about a year now. 

Candy asked, "I guess that was for the best?" 

Manny nodded and said, "Yes, Vasco was a no good bastard. He cheated on me constantly and had at least two girlfriends I knew of...the whore chaser." Then under her breath she added, "El viejo cazador de la puta, espero que él se descomponga en infierno." 

I knew just enough Spanish to get myself into trouble, but not enough to get myself out again. But I thought Manny had said something about a whore and rotting in hell. 

Candy shot me an amused look. Given my marital status and what she and I were up to made what Manny said hit close to home. 

"And during our marriage he beat me up twice," she said holding up two fingers. 

Candy gave Manny an honestly sympathetic look and placed her hand on top of the other woman's and patted it several times. 

Manny went on, "After the first time Vasco beat me he was all apologetic about it. He kept saying he was sorry and didn't know why he'd done that and would never do it again and could I please forgive him. He was almost crying and seemed so sincere about it. But I told Vasco if he ever did it again, if he ever laid a hand on me I'd leave him. He was alright after that for a while, but about six months later he came home drunk one night and punched me in the face again. That time I ran into the kitchen but Vasco chased me. So I hit him in the head with a pot and knocked his ass down on the floor then I forked him." 

Not believing I'd heard what I thought I'd heard, given her accent, I leaned forward and asked, "Excuse me. You did what to him?" 

"What?" 

"You said you hit Vasco in the head with a pot and knocked him down. Then what did you do to him?" 

"I forked him," then nodded her head just once as emphasis. 

Manny could see on my face I wasn't getting it. So she repeated it several times as if doing so would make me understand, "I forked him, I forked him." 

Then she said something in Spanish, "¿Cómo usted dice la bifurcación en inglés" 

I could tell by the tone of the words she'd asked herself a question and evidently couldn't find an answer in her head so she picked up a fork from the table, pointed it at me and thrust it out as if to stab me. 

Finally getting it I said, dragging out the first word, "Oooh, you stabbed him with a fork. You forked him." 

"Yes, I forked him. Twice, one for each time he beat me." 

I had to bring my tea glass to my mouth to hide my smile. It wasn't that her ex-husband beat her I found amusing, not at all. It was the linguistic stumbling blocks; her accent changing vowel sounds and softening the 'R' to give what she said an entirely different meaning. 

Candy, holding her cloth napkin to her mouth was also amused by the exchange.

"You married?" Manny asked Candy. 

"Yes, but separated." 

Maybe a bit of an exaggeration I thought. 

"And you?" she asked looking up at me after subtly checking the ring finger on my left hand. 

I've never worn a wedding ring, or for that matter any kind of jewelry other than a watch. And it's honestly not because I'm trying to hide the fact that I'm married. It's just an old habit. When I was younger and just getting started I worked with my hands a lot. They'd been quite a few instances where men had been injured, some seriously when their ring caught on some equipment. For safety reasons, I've never worn one and my wife knows and understands why, even now when I no longer do that type of work. 

But before I could answer Manny's question Candy said, "Bill's with me." 

We could both see the disapproval in her eyes when Manny looked at me. 

Candy explained, "But he's not the reason I'm separated. That happened quite a while ago, even before I met him." 

"But no divorce?" 

"No, we've just never gotten around to it." 

Changing the subject Manny asked, "What do you think of the seminar so far?" 

And so it went though the remainder of lunch. Riding back to the hotel Manny again placed her hand atop Candy's. 

When we got back to the hotel with the seminar Manny had to leave us because she had a meeting to go to. But before she darted off Candy and I promised to see her tonight in their hospitality suite. 

As we watched Manny walk off Candy said, "I think I may have lost our bet." 

After we had attended the last discussion group of the day, one we really didn't want to miss, Candy and I rushed upstairs to our room to shower and change. 

Unfortunately there was no time for us to do anything other than that. This was because we were attending a dinner this evening put on by one of the largest companies in our industry, and time was already short. I was an invitee to this banquet and was allowed to bring one guest, so I'm sure you know who I invited. 

Although I was unaware of it until just before this show, Candy had been trying for quite some time to get her foot in the door and do business with these folks. So we felt this was something we shouldn't be late for or miss. 

The company hosting the dinner is a powerhouse in the industry and was very selective about who they did business with. You know the old saying, 'to do anything with them you've got to know somebody'? Well that was certainly the case with this conglomerate. But luckily I was already on the inside with them and had good contacts and was able to introduce Candy to several people who could help her get in. One of the women I introduced Candy to, Marilyn, was very senior and owed me a couple favors, and besides that she and I were close friends. When we got an opportunity to talk to her alone Candy laid out a short three or four minute synopsis of what her company could do for Marilyn's. After hearing Candy out Marilyn said she'd be happy to take a look at Candy's company and see if they were any synergies between the two organizations. If there were she'd do whatever she could, and added unnecessarily, smiling with her hand on mine, "For Bill." 

When the dinner and networking was over Candy was in an excellent mood, happy with the contacts she'd made and optimistic about future business opportunities. 

Riding down in the elevator from the ball room Candy had her arm through mine and said, "Marilyn's an attractive woman. So what happened between you two?" 

I looked at Candy for a moment then said, "It's nothing like that. I helped get her kid out of a jam once that's all." 

"What kind of a jam?" 

I thought a second before responding, "Wrong place at the wrong time kind of jam." 

I could see Candy looking at me in the reflection of the polished brass door of the elevator. 

"You know a lot of people, don't you?" 

"I don't have to tell you how this business works. And besides, it's not that I know a lot of people. I just know people who know people." 

Candy continued to give me a look and appeared about to ask another question when the elevator door opened and we stepped off. We turned down the hall towards the room number Manny had given us earlier where her company had set up its hospitality suite.  

We found the suite with little trouble and when we entered could see they had a nice crowd there. At the rear in one corner of the room was a wet bar and along the wall with the windows was a long dining table with a buffet of items to nibble on. In another corner was a woman tickling the ivories of a Grand piano. These people certainly went all out. 

Manny was standing on the far side of the room talking to three other people when she saw Candy. Her face broke out in a huge smile and I could see her mouth "excuse me" to her guests and start to walk towards us. 

I mean it literally when I say 'when she saw Candy' because I don't think I even registered on her radar. As Manny walked in our direction I don't think her eyes left Candy once. 

Manny came over and took both of Candy's hands in hers and said, "Thank you so much for coming by," then leaned in and kissed Candy on the side of her mouth, just missing her lips. 

Finally looking my way Manny said pleasantly enough, "Please help yourself to anything you'd like, the open bar is over there and there's a buffet table too. Feel free to mingle or if you prefer there's a poker game going on in the other room." With a nod towards the room with the card game Manny then pulled Candy off in the opposite direction. 

I went to the bar and asked for a single malt scotch. While I was waiting for it to be poured a man I vaguely knew in passing, couldn't even think of his name right then, came over and said hello. 

"Haven't seen you in a while," he said while slapping me on the back. 

"Yeah, I've been tied to a desk the last couple of outings." 

"Fuck that, I hate when that happens. Everyone else is out at a place like this having a ball and you're holding down the fort," he said doing the quote sign with his fingers when he said the word 'holding'. 

"Yeah but you can't make all these shows. You'd never be in the office or at home." 

"What's wrong with that? I like being on the road. Eat good, party good, drink good. Get some strange now and then. Not a bad way to pass the time. Its good work if you can get it, you know." 

I didn't comment and let it pass. 

As he took a pull of his drink his eyes scanned the room. "Damn, who's the fucking brunette over there with Manny? Now that's nice." 

Looking over where Manny and Candy were talking with a blonde woman I asked, "Think so?" 

"Fucking A, just look at her. Shit man, I'd love to get me a little of that if you know what I mean," he said as he poked me in the side with his elbow. 

I shrugged, while inwardly smiling. "I hear she's a bitch, a real ball buster." 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, I heard she'll pick up some schmuck at one of these things, lead him on, build him up, get him all hot and horny and leave him with a huge set of blue balls." 

"No shit? Damn, what a fucking shame and with a body like that. I could really go for some of that too." Then after staring at Candy for a bit he added, "Fuck, I think I could change her ways, give her a little bit of this," grabbing his crotch as he said it. 

"Well why don't you go over and give it a shot?" 

"Think I should?" 

"Sure, why not, worse she can say is no. It's if she says yes you've got to watch out." 

He took a couple sips from his drink and continued to stare at Candy, his eyes moving up and down her body. 

I could see through his eyes his mind was working, weighing his chances and evidently, at least in his alcohol addled brain, the equation worked out in his favor. 

Setting his drink down on the corner of the bar he shot his cuffs, adjusted the knot of his tie then said, "Ok watch this, watch the Master work his magic." 

He walked over to the three women and on reaching their little clique more or less imposed himself on them. 

I couldn't see Candy's face as she was turned mostly away from me but the look on the other two women's faces changed from pleasant smiles to disbelief at what he was laying down. 

I watched as he laid it on, trying to engage Candy in conversation. As usual Candy was gracious but when he became a little too pushy I saw her turn to him and say something that wiped the smile right off his face. Then she pointed her finger at me, sitting on one of the stools across the room at the wet bar and continued to give him what for. 

The other two women broke out in smiles and then they put their three heads closer together, chattering away after the guy had left; laughing at whatever Candy had said to him. Just once Candy looked over her shoulder at the back of the retreating ersatz Lothario then went back to her conversation with the other two women. 

He walked back to me and said half-jokingly, "You fucking asshole, why didn't you tell me she was with you?" 

Shrugging I said, "I thought maybe you wanted to take her off my hands." 

"Man I've never been told something like that by a woman before, and the look on her face was the worst of it. I really believe she'd have done it too." He picked up his drink from the end of the bar, emptied his glass, held it out to the bar tender and said, "Bourbon, double." Then he said, "How can someone who looks so sweet, smile at you like that and tell you that you're annoying them and if you don't stop she'll rip your balls off and force feed them to you." 

Keeping a straight face I said, "Now you see why I was looking for someone to take her off my hands." 

Smiling he said, "Don't give me that shit. She told me she was with you and that after she force fed me my balls she'd get you to gut me and dig them back out." 

I couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing, "Yeah she's one tough gal." 

Candy and Manny came back over to the wet bar about this time and Candy asked, "Is this man bothering you honey? I've already told him what happens if he continues to make a nuisance of himself." 

The man held up one hand, palm out and covered his crotch with the other. "Madam, I humbly apologize for any offense and hope you'll allow me to keep my balls just where they are." 

Candy looked at the man and he must have really pissed her off because she said completely without humor, "That's up to you." 

"Well then on that note I think discretion is the better part of valor and I'll depart while everything's still intact. Ladies." Then he stepped around us and left. 

"A friend of yours?" Candy asked. 

"No, just someone you run into occasionally at these things. Still can't think of his name." 

"Creep," she said and Manny nodded in agreement. 

I slid off the stool and let Candy take it while Manny took the other. The two women turned so while they talked they'd be facing each other. 

Standing facing them, Candy was on my right with her arm resting on the bar. Manny placed her hand on top of Candy's almost immediately. For quite a while they went on and on about this and that talking like old friends, and as they talked Manny's left hand stayed either on Candy's hand or forearm. Also from time to time she'd place her other hand on Candy's knee and leave it there. 

As they continued their conversation by the bar I was standing a bit away from them talking to one of Manny's associates. Candy looked over at me and I could see in her eyes she knew I was right about Manny, that she was definitely interested in her. 

At least twice during their conversation Manny put her hand on Candy's thigh and I'd swear I saw her give it a little squeeze when she leaned in towards Candy emphasizing a point of their discussion. 

We'd been there a bit more than an hour and the suite had emptied out a good bit, in fact almost entirely. Manny's associate and I had finished our conversation so I strolled back over to the bar. 

Candy turned her head my way when she saw me approaching then gently slid her right hand from under Manny's. Looking back at her Candy held that hand over the other woman's, which was still resting on the bar. With her fingers slightly curled, she dragged the back of her nails lightly up over Manny's hand and wrist a couple of times, caressing the back of the Latino's hand with hers. 

She looked into Manny's face, leaned in a little closer and asked softly, "Would you like to take this someplace else?" 

Manny stared back at Candy looking into her eyes then sucked in and bit her bottom lip and nodded. 

"We could go up to our room." 

Staring into Candy's eyes Manny was lost for a moment then realized what Candy had said. "Oh, you two share a room?" a hint of disappointment on the edge of her question. 

Candy had one of her looks on her face, one that told you she was horny and ready for some fun. In response Candy nodded and said, "I told you we were together." Then she said suggestively, "And besides, Bill and I share lots of things." 

Manny cast a glance at me and I could see she was hesitant about this, and Candy saw it too. 

So she said, "But one of the good things about Bill is he also knows when to sit and be quiet too." 

As Candy continued to caress the back of her hand Manny looked my way for a second or two, debating with herself before turning back and looking into Candy's eyes again. 

Candy put a look on her face and raised her eyebrows, silently asking the question, "Well, coming or staying?" 

I guess Manny's desire made the decision for her because she slid off the stool and called out to the blonde Candy and she'd been talking to earlier. "Sherry, I'm leaving. If you need me, page." Then looking at Candy a second she turned back and added, "But don't need me. Ok?" 

Sherry answered, "We can handle it, looks like we're about done for the night anyway. See you tomorrow...or rather later." 

With that the three of us walked to the elevator. When the doors closed I used my key card to get the elevator to stop on the concierge level as Candy leaned closer to Manny and kissed her. No tongues, just a long lip to lip kiss that showed Manny where the rest of the night was headed. 

Although I didn't see any I knew there was probably a camera in the elevator and could imagine security marking the time on the tape to add these few moments to their highlight reel. 

I didn't know if Candy was thinking of that too but knew she wouldn't have cared if there had been a camera. In fact on further thought I don't think the idea even crossed her mind because if it had chances are Candy would have put on a better show for the 'watchers'. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 11



Exiting the elevator I saw there were still a number of people up and about. When the three of us passed his station the floor concierge smiled knowingly at me and then looked back down to whatever he was doing on his desktop. I went over and asked him to send a bottle of champagne with three glasses to our room. 

"Yes sir. Would you prefer Taittinger or Moet & Chandon?" he asked. 

I opted for the latter. 

"Very good, sir, it'll be right up," he said.

"Thank you," I said then caught up with Candy and Manny. Opening the door to the room I turned on the vestibules overhead light and held the door as the ladies preceded me inside. Slipping off my blazer I hung it in the closet as Candy and Manny removed their jackets as well. I took both and hung them next to mine. 

The two women sat on either end of the two cushion sofa; the divan was more a love seat really only slightly larger, and turned the two table lamps on to a low setting as they got comfortable and talked.

Picking up the wing chair I had sat in earlier that morning while waiting for Candy to awaken I moved it over and into the corner on the opposite side of the room than the love seat. Then I moved and adjusted the floor lamp so it was on its dimmest setting and positioned it so its light shone on the floor between the bed and chair. I angled the light slightly away from the chair towards the bed. Hopefully later this would leave the corner mostly in darkness. 

As Candy and Manny talked they almost simultaneously slipped their shoes off and curled their legs under themselves. I moved the coffee table back away from the love seat a bit then went to the foot of the bed and glanced back at the chair. You could just make out where the arc of the shaded light of the floor lamp shined on the front legs and bottom runner of the wing chair.

I'd done this with the chair and floor lamp attempting to manipulate shadow and light in the hopes of putting Manny at ease. If I set it up right when we turned off the two table lamps by the love seat, I could sit in the chair with the light of the floor lamp acting almost as a curtain hiding me for the most part from their view from the bed. 

On the other hand where the chair was positioned in the corner nearest the right hand foot of the bed it left me with a slightly more then three-quarter view of the bed. And while the floor lamp didn't spotlight the bed it should cast just enough light to see what was happening, especially once your eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room. 

There was a knock at the door and after taking a look through the peep hole I opened it. The concierge was holding a silver salver with three glasses and our champagne in an ice bucket on it. He brought it in and sat the tray on the coffee table and after showing me the label he opened the bottle and I tasted it. After nodding my acceptance he poured the ladies each a glass and topped off mine. 

Despite his knowing smile earlier the concierge was a professional while in the room. Knowing full well what was going on he hadn't made a comment or look that would have embarrassed anyone, this kind of thing being old hat to him. And besides that he didn't want to blow his tip. 

I signed the ticket for the champagne and as I showed him out I passed him a sawbuck then flipped off the ceiling light in the vestibule after closing the door. Going into the bathroom I got one of the hand towels then pulled the door mostly closed to subdue, but not eliminate the bathroom light I'd left on. 

Walking back over to my chair I dropped the hand towel on the seat. Then I stood in front of the coffee table and kept my mouth shut as Candy and Manny made small talk. After about seven or eight minutes I topped off each of our glasses then turned the table lamps off. The room was now lit only by the floor lamp and whatever light that could escape from the bathroom past the partially closed door. I stood again in front of the coffee table and sipped my champagne for another couple of minutes. Then, as the two women continued their conversation I slowly stepped back until I was standing by the floor lamp. Picking up the hand towel from the chair seat I opened it then refolded it in half. Then I draped it over just the chair side of the lamp shade, effectively cutting off the light and darkening the corner a bit more. I stood by the floor lamp another minute sipping my champagne then faded into the darkness and sat slowly and quietly into the chair. 

Three or four minutes after I'd sat, Candy leaned over placing her champagne glass on the coffee table then slid over a bit closer to Manny. As she toyed with one of the woman's brunette curls Candy said softly, "I'm glad you decided to come up." 

"I'm glad you asked me," came the equally soft reply. 

Candy smiled shyly and said, "I wasn't sure you were making a pass at me, but was hoping you were." 

"I thought I was being more subtle than that, but I'm pleased you weren't offended," Manny said as she looked at my girlfriend, desire written on her face. 

"Offended?" Candy smiled then said, "No sweetie, I wasn't offended, not at all." 

Candy passed one fingertip over the Latino's full lips, outlining the other woman's mouth. Then she leaned closer, paused just before contact and stared lovingly into Manny's eyes for just a second or two. Then sticking her tongue out Candy used just the tip to slowly lick one time along the seam of Manny's closed full lips. When her tongue reached the end of its journey Candy pressed her lips to the Latino's and kissed her passionately. 

Manny responded by placing her hand on the back of Candy's neck holding their lips together. All through the kiss Manny gave soft, short, high pitched staccato moans sounding like "Uh," about every second or two. 

Seated on the sofa both women had their legs curled under them as they sat sideways facing each other as they kissed. Their hands on the inside of the sofa were together palm to palm resting against the sofa back about breast high, their fingers intertwined. I'd already noted Manny's other hand went to the back of Candy's neck, and Candy's other hand went to Manny's waist, resting on her hip. 

Their kiss was a long one, their tongues working into and around each others mouth. When they finally separated, just inches apart, they stared into each others eyes for a long, long moment then as one they pressed their lips back together again. 

Candy's hand on the other woman's hip began to move slowly and softly up and down her side from the hip to just below her breasts. Each time her hand moved up Candy's thumb had to have been nudging against the bottom of Manny's breast. 

After three or four caressing passes Candy moved her hand over Manny's breast, covering it, and gently kneaded the orb through her clothing. 

When Candy's hand boldly moved over her breast Manny gave a little squeak, her kiss becoming a bit more passionate. 

Their kissing went on for a long time before they separated again. As they parted Manny looked into Candy's eyes then suddenly cast hers downward, as if she'd unexpectedly been caught being bad by her mother. 

It was a shyness that surprised me, given what I'd seen so far of Manny's behavior and personality. Shyness is not usually a trait you see in someone who's rose to the professional position she held. 

Candy, sensing the other woman's sudden timidity said softly, "Manny...show me your breasts." 

Manny was obviously excited. Even across the room in the dim light her passion was apparent, the way her chest rose and fell as she breathed.

Slowly she brought her eyes back to Candy's and stared into them for ten, fifteen seconds without moving. 

"Please show them to me," Candy asked softly with a hint of her own desire as she held the Latino's eyes with hers. 

Slowly Manny's hands went to the buttons of her blouse and starting at the top, one at a time she undone them. All the while, as her fingers worked she stared into Candy's eyes as if hypnotized. 

Manny pulled the bottom of her blouse from inside her pants and undone the final two buttons on the front, then undone the button at each wrist. Finished she hesitated, going no further. 

In the dimness of the room Candy's voice was soft, reassuring and filled with passion, "Manny, go ahead dear show me your breasts. I want to see them. I need to see them." 

After another moment's hesitation Manny held the open flaps of her blouse in each hand at her waist and then slid them up pulling the blouse open wider as she did so. She shrugged the blouse from her shoulders and allowed it to fall down her back, the blouse pooling in the crooks of her elbows and disappearing around her body like a wrap. 

She had on a light brown bra, a color that usually turns me off but against the tone of Manny's skin, it worked. 

Candy reached out with both hands and passed them caressingly over the top and bottom of Manny's right hand. Passing her hands lightly over the woman's wrist Candy took hold of the sleeves cuff and pulled it off her arm. After repeating this with the other arm she left the blouse wrapped around Manny's back. 

Then she leaned forward and kissed Manny's lips again, the Latino responding passionately. Candy's arms went around Manny and deftly unhooked her bra. When she pulled back from their kiss her hands pulled the bra with her sliding it down and off Manny's arms. 

Candy sat back and looked at the woman sitting opposite her. From my seat I hadn't seen her look anywhere but directly into Manny's face but yet she said, "They're beautiful, thank you." Then Candy leaned in and the two women kissed again. 

What I could see though, even in this light was Candy's eyes were afire with her passion, glowing like two hot coals. A look I'd seen many times before. 

As they kissed both of Candy's hands went to Manny's breasts, caressing them, squeezing them, passing her fingers over the other woman's nipples. 

One of Manny's hand went tentatively to Candy's breast, stopping midway there, suspended in the air. I don't know what stopped her, shyness or a particularly passionate moment in their kiss but finally she placed her hand on Candy's clothed breast. 

The two women's lips stayed pressed together their tongues in a sensual battle. Periodic 'uh's' emanated from Manny as they played with each other's breasts and nipples for another minute or so until Candy broke away and stood. 

Standing directly in front of Manny, her back to me and her body blocking most of my view of the seated Latino, Candy's hands rose from her sides and disappeared around front of her. The way her forearms moved steadily downward I could tell she was unbuttoning her blouse. After she tugged it out of her skirt she held her arms down but slightly behind her and shrugged her shoulders. The garment slid smoothly down her arms falling to the floor. 

Keeping her feet in place she twisted her body to one side and lowered the skirts zipper at her hip. After she unhooked the waistband she turned to face me, her back to Manny and pushed the skirt over her hips and let it fall to the floor. 

From my seat I could see Candy's desire and passion for Manny clearly showing on her face and in her eyes. And although I didn't think she could see me, she parted her lips slightly and ran her tongue around them before pulling it back in and blowing me a kiss. 

When she turned back to face Manny I caught a glimpse of her looking directly at Candy's ass. When Candy finished her turn I saw why. 

Candy had on a pair of black thong panties, her ass completely bare. Then she crossed her arms in front of her and pulled the camisole she was wearing up and over her head and dropped it to the floor beside her blouse and skirt, leaving her dressed only in panties, matching lace bra, a garter belt and hose. 

Manny uncurled her legs from under her put her feet on the floor and slid to the front edge of the cushion. Then she reached out and placed her hands on Candy's hips and pulled the standing women closer. Her arms wrapped around Candy's waist, hugging her tight. 

Candy's hands were in front of her again either on Manny's head, shoulders or upper back, apparently caressing her because I could see Candy's arms moving slowly back and forth. 

After a ten second or so hug Manny's arms loosened their grip around Candy's waist and her hands, fingers spread wide, slowly slid down and over the bare flesh of Candy's rear. Her fingertips on either side and just at the crack of the standing woman's ass, Manny squeezed her hands pulling the twin globes of Candy's cheeks apart exposing the black strip of cloth between them. 

I heard Candy say something to Manny but couldn't make out what. But a moment later Manny's hands slid up Candy's ass and went to her hips. Her hands hesitated there for a heartbeat then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled Candy's panties down until gravity pulled them to the floor. 

Kicking her panties aside Candy placed one hose covered foot on the sofa cushion next to Manny, and turning her knee out spread her legs wide. Then Candy placed her hands on the seated woman's shoulders. 

I watched as one of Manny's hands went to Candy's left hip and the other came all the way through from between her legs. That arm bent up at the elbow and her hand, fingers spread wide fell to rest on the standing woman's ass directly over the crack. 

Barely three seconds passed before that hand, while staying in contact with Candy's ass slowly moved back down. The Latino's middle finger delved slightly between the cheeks and went under and through her legs pausing directly between my girlfriend's spread thighs. 

Between Candy's legs I could see Manny's fingers moving around and playing with her pussy. After several moments a single digit pointed upward and then disappeared into Candy's hole. 

Candy, whose hands were still on Manny's shoulders rolled her head back, her face to the ceiling when the Latino pushed that finger into her. 

Manny worked that finger in and out of Candy for more than a minute before sliding it further up between her lips, where it disappeared from my view. 

Candy took her foot from the sofa leaned over and kissed the Latino woman. When she stood again she turned to face me, spread her feet wide, bent over and placed her hands on the coffee table, thrusting her rear back at Manny seated behind her. 

I could see Manny's face now and could see her eyes, like Candy's, also revealed her desire and passion. 

I'd been behind Candy in a similar position many times so knew exactly what Manny was seeing. Her eyes were on Candy's ass and her pussy below it. By now her pussy would be fully aroused and wet. The lips would be puffy and open revealing just the tip of her clit and her hole above. Her cheeks would be parted revealing what Candy called a woman's most personal secret place. 

Manny had a hand on each of Candy's hips and I watched as she slowly leaned in, her eyes closing at the last possible second before pressing her face between Candy's legs. Her nose had to be near if not in Candy's asshole as she licked at her pussy. Almost on contact I heard a soft but audible, passionate and drawn out, "Um," as her face pressed in between the spread thighs in front of her. 

Candy had her head up facing me but her eyes were closed and her tongue licked along the edge of her front teeth and between her lips obviously enjoying Manny's efforts. 

She let the woman eat her for about two and a half minutes before she suddenly stood, pivoted around, and pulled Manny up to stand facing her and then pressed her mouth hard against the Latino's lips, kissing her passionately. 

I hadn't realized how short Manny was. Earlier when she pushed her way in front of me at the booth I'd thought she was about 5'5", but that was in heels. But now standing next to the 5'8" Candy, I could see she was about two and a half, three inches shorter in bare feet than what I'd originally guessed. 

As they kissed Candy's hands worked on opening Manny's pants and once she had the waistband open she walked them together, still kissing the four or five short steps towards the bed. Standing alongside it Candy pushed Manny's pants down over her hips, and then with her hands on the Latino's shoulders, urged her gently to sit on the edge of the mattress. 

Candy squatted alongside the bed and pulled the pants off each leg in turn, Manny holding her leg up to assist. 

I noticed as she sat on the mattress Manny's legs were so short they didn't reach the floor. 

Tossing the pants aside Candy placed her hands on Manny's breasts and pushed her to lay back on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge. Then she put her hands on each of Manny's knees and pushed her legs open, spreading them apart so she could get between them. 

As Candy began to nibble the inside of her thighs, just above her knee, Manny lay flat on the bed her hands curled and resting together knuckle to knuckle on top of her body just below her breasts. Her breasts were appropriately sized for her body but flattened out and sagged to each side just a bit. Her nipples were visible, in silhouette with the bathroom light behind her, and were pointing up towards the ceiling. 

Manny lay flat and still on the bed and in this light I couldn't tell if she made any kind of facial expression as Candy worked up her legs. 

Candy's mouth was licking, kissing and nibbling high on the inside of Manny's thighs, just below her panty covered crotch. With the heels of her palms Candy massaged each of the supine woman's thighs as she moved up.

She paused a second, her face directly over Manny's panty clad pussy before pressing it into her crotch. Her face pressed well into the crotch panel, her nose wedged between the crease of the woman's lips. Candy rocked her head back and forth as if she were trying to work her face through the panties to get to the treat underneath. 

As she nuzzled the Latino's crotch she worked her hands up grabbing a handful of the panties at the waistband in each balled fist and then all but whipped them down and off Manny's legs, tossing them aside. 

Even in silhouette I could see Manny had a thick bush, the way it was backlit by the light from the partially open bathroom door. 

I watched as Candy moved back between the other woman's legs and used her fingers to spread Manny's lips apart. Then she lowered her face to the open sex in front of her. 

As Candy went down on her, Manny's hands finally moved and went between her legs to the back of Candy's head. She held the other woman's mouth where she wanted it to be, where it would do her the most good. Her arms together like that squeezed her tits back up on top of her chest and the nipples stuck out a bit more, pointing proudly up into the air. 

Manny began to talk to herself softly in Spanish as Candy ate her, "El oh mi bebé...mi bebé...sí a la derecha allí, lame eso, sí...oooooh...Jesús dulce, que es bueno...me come sí, come mi gatito que poco mama...lo come...el dios del oh, que es bueno. ...sí, apenas como ése." ("Oh my baby...my baby...yeah right there, lick that, yes...oooooh...sweet Jesus, that's good...yes eat me, eat my pussy little mama...eat it...oh God, that's good...yeah, just like that.") 

As Manny went on in her native tongue her legs alternately wrapped around Candy's body, her head or she ran the sides of her feet up and down Candy's back. But all the while she kept her hands on Candy's head, showing her where she needed to be licked. 

Candy ate and fingered Manny for a good ten or twelve minutes through at least a couple small orgasms before a larger one rolled over the Latino. 

When that orgasm hit, Manny picked her head up from the bed and turned it slightly to the left; unconsciously turning her face towards me. A grimace appeared on her face as if she were in great pain and something that sounded like a long drawn out 'fuck' hissed through her teeth. Her shoulders sagged towards her hips, which brought her stiff arms closer together bunching up her tits between them even tighter. Her whole body went rigid, her thighs pressed against the side of Candy's head, squeezing it, and her legs crossed at the ankles holding the woman between her legs in place. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 11



Her orgasm ebbing Manny collapsed onto the bed her hands and legs releasing Candy from her bondage, her chest rising and falling as she sucked in deep breaths. 

Candy remained as she was kneeling between Manny's legs for a few moments, but before she could get up Manny suddenly sat up on the bed. The Latino leaned over and held Candy's face between her hands and kissed Candy long and hard, her tongue pushing its way into the kneeling woman's mouth. 

Manny pulled back a bit and while still holding Candy's head between her hands looked deep into her eyes then said softly and emotionally, "Usted es así que hermoso, deseo que usted podría ser el mío para siempre." 

Still on her knees Candy said just as softly, slowly shaking her head, "I'm sorry, I don't understand Spanish."

Manny smiled lovingly at the woman kneeling between her legs and said, "Oh I just said that you're so beautiful and wished we could be together like this always." 

Candy reached up and put her arm around Manny's neck and pulled the seated woman's mouth back to hers for another long sensual kiss.

After their kiss Manny slid back onto the bed and patted the mattress beside her saying to Candy, "Come lay up here by me." 

Candy slipped into bed with the other woman, lying down beside her. 

Manny rolled onto her side facing me and got up on one elbow then placed her hand on my girlfriend's belly. 

Candy lay with her head on the pillow then reached up and used one finger to trace Manny's ear lobe as the Latino's hand began to explore her body.

Her hand moved over the flatness of Candy's belly, one finger tracing the edge of her navel. As her hand moved slowly and softly around it would just brush against the edge of Candy's pubic hair then move away to explore elsewhere. 

Manny's hand moved over the top of Candy's thigh reaching down as far as she could without moving her upper body. Then as her hand moved back up the thigh she curled her fingers to softly drag her nails over and around Candy's belly and lower chest. Then just below my lovers breasts, Manny flattened out her hand again and moved it over and cupped the breast nearest her. 

She gently squeezed the orb, kneading the flesh. Manny worked her fingers upward until they trapped Candy's nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The Latino held Candy's nipple just hard enough to tug it slightly upward then released it. Her hand settled softly back onto the breast, the palm covering it, squeezing gently again. Then Manny moved her hand to Candy's other breast and repeated what she'd done to the first. Back and forth she moved her hand a couple of times caressing each breast and teasing each nipple in turn. 

The last time Manny moved her hand to the breast farthest from her she leaned over and flicked her tongue against the erect nub of the nearer one. Her tongue sticking out she licked slowly up the side, over the tip, then around the base of Candy's nipple. 

Candy's right hand crossed over her and held the back of Manny's head, holding her mouth to the nipple as she nursed on it. As her nipples were sucked and played with her eyes were closed and she held her bottom lip between her teeth.

After a bit Manny moved her body more over Candy and nursed on the other nipple for a bit, Candy's hand still caressing her neck.

Manny slid her body fully atop Candy's and moved up a bit to kiss her mouth. Her hands were covering both of Candy's breasts as she pressed her lips to the woman's below her. Her hands gently worked the breasts in their grip as she pushed her tongue into Candy's mouth. 

Manny took her mouth from Candy's and said something I couldn't hear. Then she gave her a quick peck and moved down Candy's body, keeping her hands on her breasts as long as she could.

As she moved down Candy's body she'd kiss a random spot here and there until she was lying on the bed between her legs. 

At this point I thought she was going to go down on Candy but instead Manny knelt up on the bed between Candy's spread thighs. Reaching down she unhooked Candy's hose from the garter belt she was wearing. Then one at a time she lifted Candy's legs up into the air and rolled the hose up her leg over her foot then tossed the garment to the floor.

As she knelt removing Candy's hose I could see Manny's ass was truly a work of art. She was a small woman and while her body as a whole was proportionate her ass was its dominating feature. Her waist was narrow and her back swept down to meet the significant protrusion of her buttocks. Manny's ass was well rounded and tight, the twin globes arching out from the base of her back in a wide arc down to the tops of her thighs. It wasn't a huge ass, just prominent in how it presented itself. 

Once she'd removed the second stocking Manny held the extended leg against her body with one hand on the front of Candy's thigh just above the knee and the other hand holding the foot at the ankle. Starting just below the ankle Manny licked over the knobby little bone then along the edge of Candy's foot until her tongue licked over her big toe. Leaning back she allowed Candy's leg to bend down at the knee as she brought the toes to her mouth. Manny's tongue stuck out and licked along the bottom of the toes before taking the big toe into her mouth and sucking on it. Manny made oral love to that toe for nearly a minute and Candy lay back quietly and watched her. After a bit she released that toe from her mouth then traded legs and made love to the other foot for a few moments as well.

After making oral love to Candy's feet Manny lay down on the bed between her legs again, turned her head to the right and nibbled Candy's thigh. 

Turning her head back to face Candy's pussy Manny wiggled herself closer then began to lick at the open, wet sex in front of her. Slowly she licked up and down the length of Candy's slit, pushing the lips open with her tongue. Then with her tongue already nestled between Candy's lips she pushed her mouth right into the open slit and after a minute or so pulled back and muttered, "Hmmm, dulce como caramelo también." ("Hmmm, sweet as candy too.") 

Candy brought her hands to her breasts and in the dim light I could also see her lips purse as Manny's mouth went to work between her legs.

As she eagerly ate Candy, Manny's legs were slightly bent up at the knees and she was slowly and idly kicking them back and forth.

I wasn't sure if her doing this was just an unconscious habit or she was doing this trying to kick her way deeper into Candy's pussy.

Also as she ate Candy her arms were underneath her but she may have had her fingers inside the other woman. If not they should have been because Candy loves to be fingered as she's eaten.

She went down on Candy for seven or eight minutes then rose up and knelt between her legs. Softly, in barely more than a whisper Manny asked Candy to get on her knees for her.

When Candy had gotten into the position Manny had requested she bunched up the pillow and laid her head down on it facing me. Candy's face was flush, a sure sign that she was very aroused and pleased with Manny as a lover. 

Manny moved forward on her knees and pressed herself against Candy's ass. Her hands worked on the hooks of the garter belt Candy was wearing around her waist then dropped the lacy garment to the floor once she'd gotten it open. With her hands on the tops of Candy's cheeks Manny moved back a bit then leaned in and kissed one then the other before dragging the flat of her tongue up along the length of her ass crack.

Using her hands to spread Candy's cheeks apart Manny could see Candy's asshole and pussy in the dim light from the bathroom. Manny cocked her head to one side as her eyes explored my girlfriend's secret treasures.

With one hand still on Candy's left cheek Manny inserted two fingers of her other into Candy's pussy then said to herself as she moved them in and out, "El Oh, su gatito es tan mojado y firmemente. Y puedo ver que usted tiene gusto del juego del hiney también, él mira así que listo ser cogido," ("Oh, your pussy is so wet and tight. And I can see you like the hiney play too, it looks so ready to be fucked,") then she pressed her face between Candy's cheeks.

I could see her right elbow moving in and out as she fingered Candy's pussy and she may have put in another finger or two when she pulled her face away. Then after letting her eyes explore Candy from behind for several seconds more she pressed her face back into Candy's ass.

I watched as Candy's left hand snuck between her legs to rub her clit and figured that her right hand was playing with a nipple too. This is what she usually did when we did what Manny was doing.

Manny kept her face between Candy's cheeks and fingered her for nearly three or four minutes then Candy pulled herself away. She rolled over and moved around until she was lying diagonally on the bed, her head towards the corner of the room where I sat.

She reached up and pulled Manny into a sixty-nine. The Latino straddled Candy's head with her knees and then leaned forward putting her mouth back on Candy's pussy.

The light of the floor lamp subtly but perfectly illuminated the scene before me. Candy's hands were on the globes of Manny's ass holding the Latino's ass and pussy spread wide open as her tongue moved over the woman's clit. Then lifting her head as high as possible her tongue snaked out and licked as far up between Manny's lips as it could reach. 

At one point Candy lay her head down and rotated it as far back as she could, her chin pointing towards the ceiling as she looked upside down in my direction. Candy gave me a smile, blew me a kiss and then went back to eating Manny.

The inner lips of Manny's pussy were thick but didn't extend down her slit very far. In fact her lips ended about halfway down the length of her outer lips. I could plainly see where the top end of those lips slipped under her clitoral hood, which was a wide patch of skin that completely hid Manny's little man. Her asshole was a long slit and it appeared that Manny may have also liked a little anal sex now and then too.

In the sixty-nine position the two women ate each other for nearly ten minutes, the sounds of their moans broken by the occasional slurp as they sucked each others flesh and fingered each others pussy.

Apparently not able to take anymore Manny swung her leg over Candy and scooted up towards the headboard pulling Candy up by her hand. 

Both women were seated roughly in the center of the bed, with Candy nearer the foot facing Manny. They stretched their legs out towards each other and Manny raised her right leg and placed it over and outside Candy's left side while Candy placed her right leg over and outside Manny's left side. They scooted closer to each other pressing their pussies tight together then the women reached out and clasped each others right forearms. Once they were satisfied they were in the proper alignment they began to hump each other, grinding their crotches together rubbing their pussies lip to lip. The two women held each others eyes as they moved together and after only about two minutes Manny began to cum, followed seconds later by Candy. Their moans filled the room as they frantically humped their pussies against each other, each riding the wave of their orgasm. 

Manny was going on in Spanish, "Mi gatito, mierda del oh mi gatito, soy cumming, me cojo me hago cum bebé." ("My pussy, oh shit my pussy, I'm cumming, fuck me make me cum baby.") Then Manny switched to English, "I'm cumming, oh baby I'm cumming," as her breathing came in pants, her chest heaving, her face a grimace as she suddenly threw her head back, her mouth open as if screaming but nothing came out.

Candy was right there with her lover, her hips rolling as she humped her pussy hard and fast against the other woman's.

I couldn't see Candy's face as she came but didn't need to. I'd seen her face express a thousand orgasms. Her face was turned over her right shoulder and I knew her eyes would be clenched, her mouth tight as she either blew out or sucked in a ragged breath through her lips. Then as her orgasm peaked her mouth would first grimace and then open wide as she went over the edge and I could hear her saying, "Oooaahhh," as she peaked and began to come down.

After their mutual orgasms both women released the others arm and fell back onto the bed but stayed otherwise as they were with their legs entangled.

After about two minutes Candy pulled herself free then crawled up and lay beside Manny. The two women cuddled and shortly fell asleep in each others arms. 

After it appeared they had fallen asleep I waited about another five minutes then rose, covered them with a blanket from the closet, turned off the floor lamp, then the bathroom light as I left and went to my room for the remainder of the night.

Later that morning, around five-forty, I let myself back into the room after making arrangements with the floor concierge to deliver a tray of assorted breakfast muffins. 

I found the two women just about as I'd left them but now the blanket was down around their waists and Candy had her head resting on Manny's right shoulder, her right hand cupping the Latino's breast as they slept.

Just like yesterday morning I set about making some coffee and just about the time it finished brewing there was a soft knock at the door. After taking a look through the peep hole I opened the door and took the tray from the hostess, tipped her then pushed the door closed with my foot.

They had fixed a nice tray with three each blueberry, banana nut bread, oatmeal/cinnamon, apple/ cinnamon and almond poppy seed muffins. Sounds like a lot but these were small one inch diameter muffins; just bite size really. They had also included some butter pats and preserve packs. 

Neither of the women were stirring yet so I sat in the chair I'd been in earlier as I'd watched the two of them make love. As I waited for them to awaken I read the paper and drank a cup of coffee. Before I'd finished the first section of the paper movement on the bed caught my eye. 

Candy rolled onto her back and wiped the sleep from her eyes, stretched then turned her head to the right and saw me watching her.

"Good morning," I said quietly.

Smiling she said, "Good morning sweetheart." Then she inhaled deeply and said, "See you're at it again, making coffee."

"Like a cup?"

"Hmmmm," she answered as she sat up and placed her pillow against the headboard then leaned against it.

Manny appeared to still be asleep but then she slowly stretched, arching her back as she did. Opening her eyes she first saw me at the desk pouring Candy's coffee then she turned her head a bit more and saw Candy sitting beside her and smiled.

"Good morning," Candy said brightly to her new lover.

"Good morning."

"Sleep well?"

"Very well. You?"

"Like a baby."

As I handed Candy her cup I asked teasingly, "Does that mean you peed the bed again?"

"Oh stop," she said laughing.

"Manny would you like a cup too?" I asked.

She nodded as she stifled a yawn with the edge of her fist.

As I went over to the desk to pour Manny a cup she rearranged her pillow and sat up against the headboard too. Both women sat with their breasts exposed, the covers pulled up just to their waists. I suppose Manny was more comfortable having me around now and was why she wasn't self-conscious about her display. 

After I poured Manny's cup and delivered it I picked up the tray of muffins from the desk and set it on top of their legs, kind of bridging both of them as they sat so close together.

They drank their coffee and snacked on the muffins as I sat back in the chair. 

"What time is it?" Candy asked after a few minutes.

"Little after six."

"Oh shit!" Manny exclaimed. "I've got to get going, I've got a staff meeting this morning at seven before the exhibition hall opens."

She placed her cup and saucer on the night side stand, threw the covers back, jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom.

Both Candy and I watched her ass as she walked across the room.

When the door to the bathroom closed Candy turned to me and said, "Poor baby, you didn't get any last night."

"That's ok, I'm sure you'll make it up to me."

Her only response was one of her devilish grins as she brought her cup to her lips.

When Manny came out of the bathroom, Candy rolled out of bed and went in.

Manny walked over to the sofa and picked up her blouse, bra and shoes, then seeing her pants on the floor near the bed she walked over and picked those up as well. She laid those clothes on the bed and dropped her shoes to the floor beside it. Then her eyes searched the floor for something else.

"Missing something?" I asked.

Manny nodded but didn't say anything. 

I knew what she was looking for; her panties. When Candy pulled them off her last night she'd tossed them over next to the chair I'd been sitting in. I didn't think she'd done this intentionally, it's just what happened. When I'd come in this morning I saw them on the floor next to the chair and had kicked them underneath it so I wouldn't step on them as I made coffee and all.

Manny looked around the floor and even checked the bedding to see if they were there, then she turned and looked at me.

I waited a heartbeat or two then while leaving my arms resting on the armrests of the chair I lifted my right hand and pointed downward.

A look came over Manny's face and realized from her perspective she must have thought I was pointing at my crotch so I said, "I think I saw them under this chair."

She stooped down a bit and looked under where I was sitting. Seeing them she came over and retrieved the underwear by reaching under the side of the chair. As she crouched beside me with her panties in hand she looked up and we held each others eyes for a moment. Then Manny got up and went back to the bed.

Sitting on the bed facing me as she lifted one foot to put them on Manny said without looking at me, "You know I'm not a lesbian, I like men too."

I didn't respond, just sat and looked at her without expression. 

"I really enjoyed what Candy and I did last night...and I liked the fact that you didn't interfere or try to join in."

"You're welcome," I responded with a smile.

"Maybe if this happens again, well...maybe that time you can...you know...maybe join us."

Just then Candy came out of the bathroom and asked, "Join us in what?"

I waited for Manny to say something but she just continued dressing.

"Manny suggests if you two make love again perhaps I should play a more active role."

Manny's face flushed just a bit but she looked at Candy and nodded.

"Sounds like fun. We'll have to make it happen," Candy said.

Manny straightened herself up as well as she could in last nights clothes and then walked over to the still naked Candy. Hugging her she said, "Thank you for last night, it was wonderful," and then kissed the taller women goodbye. 

As Candy sat on the sofa with her second cup of coffee I walked Manny to the door. After taking her jacket from the closet and handing it to her she laid it over her arm. I opened the room door and just before Manny stepped through it she said to me, "I look forward to next time," then kissed me on the cheek.

Closing the door I walked back over to Candy and asked, "Well, would you like to shower with me? Maybe we can pick up where we left off yesterday morning."

She gave me one of her impish smiles and set her saucer down on the coffee table. Then she rose from the sofa took my hand and led the way into the bathroom.

Let me tell you, after our shower Candy made up for my forced celibacy of the evening before, and then some.



My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 12



This is the twelfth chapter of a look back at a long term affair I had with a woman named Candy. She was one of the most exciting, stimulating people who'd ever come into my life. At this point in the story she and I had been involved sexually for more than three and a half years. 

I have to admit I'd really fallen for Candy; I was in love with her. I'd known this for quite some time now and also knew she loved me as well. But we were both married to others. 

And as much as I loved Candy, I loved my wife Helen just enough more that if I were forced to make a choice, it would be my wife I'd choose, even though I'd be giving up a lot. 

You see despite my infidelity my wife and I do have a good marriage. I played around on her not because we have problems but because I'm selfish. Not unlike an addict I have a demanding urge to experience the differences of being with other women. The differences in how they kiss, how they feel under my hands, how they taste and have sex are what I crave to know. 

A bonus of being with Candy was not only was I able to experience these things with her, but in addition to being the most sexual and sensual person I'd ever known Candy was also bisexual. On many occasions we'd shared her bed with other woman. 

Although amazingly she hasn't as yet with Candy, my wife has caught me having affairs a few times during our marriage but always let it slide; after a while anyway. And despite my lack of fidelity we have a very satisfying sex life and a good personal relationship. 

And as far as I knew Candy was happy in the way she fit into my life, and I hers. In all the time of our affair Candy had never asked or even hinted at me having to make a choice between her or my wife. She had a husband, of sorts, and was not looking to make changes and frankly neither was I. Right at the outset of our affair Candy said she knew I was married but that she didn't care, she wanted this affair to continue. 

There are innumerable things about Candy I admire, both in her professional and personal life. Sometimes the lines between those lives blur but it's always interesting and usually a lot of fun. 

Among the many things I admired about Candy on the personal side, or dare I say sexual side of her life, was her ability to role play. She could be the vamp, the seductress, the dominatrix, the submissive, a secretary, a cop, a doctor, a prostitute, a helpless girl broke down on the side of the road, an exhibitionist, a voyeur, a stripper, a young girl or an old lady. But regardless of the role she played you'd always have a good time together because she got so into it and was so convincing, staying in character throughout. Also her sensuality and sexuality were always major factors in these games and somehow playing these roles seemed to inspire her to new levels of both. 

At times we would discuss a role to play and at other times Candy would spring them on me, surprising me. And surprise me she did one time when... 

Early one week as we sat eating dinner my wife let me know she would be going out of town in two weeks time to play in a women's only tournament scramble in Atlanta. She was planning on leaving that Friday at midday and wouldn't be home until late Sunday night. 

So naturally Candy and I made plans to spend that weekend together. Unfortunately I wouldn't be able to get to her house until mid-morning Saturday as I had a previous work related commitment which would keep me tied up most of the day and evening Friday and early Saturday morning as well. I'd tried to reschedule the obligation but was unable to, due mostly to the travel schedules of the others involved. It was regrettable but it would have an impact on the amount of time we'd be able to spend together during the first part of the weekend. But alas sometimes work comes first, even over girlfriends.

Luckily Candy, being the Owner and General Manager of her business understood this happens from time to time. Speaking on the phone she asked, "How many dates have we had that's gotten off to a late start or had to be canceled because one of us couldn't get away from the office? It's no problem, really I understand. Just try to get here as early as you can and I'll try to come up with something to make at least part of the weekend special." 

"Such as?" I asked.

"That's for me to know," she responded the humor apparent in her tone.

Between the time of that phone call and the mid part of the week preceding the weekend my wife would be out of town, Candy and I saw each other at least five times and spoke nearly five times that again on the phone. Every time I asked her what she had planned for that weekend Candy would say something along the lines of, "I don't know, I haven't decided yet." 

On that Saturday morning I wrapped up my business obligations and arrived at Candy's house around ten-fifteen. Using my key I let myself in and walked through the foyer and into her living room. 

She was nowhere in sight and the house was quiet. If she were up Candy usually had at least the radio or a CD playing. So I thought she may have been still in bed even though it would have been unusual for her to be at this hour, unless she wasn't alone. I was about to cross to the staircase when I stopped, thinking I'd heard something. 

I stood listening for a couple of seconds but heard nothing more; the house was silent. Then after taking few more steps towards the staircase I stopped again, having faintly heard what sounded like a scrapping noise but wasn't sure where it had come from. Moments later I heard it again more distinctly and looked to my right across the room towards the hallway that led back to her kitchen and saw Candy skipping out of it. She was skipping down the hall just as an adolescent would and the sound I'd heard was her shoes as they brushed against the tiled floor. 

Candy was dressed in a schoolgirl's outfit; red plaid skirt, white blouse, white knee socks and fifties style black and white saddle shoes. Her hair was fixed into a ponytail that hung below her shoulders and swung from side to side as she skipped. Also moving around provocatively were her 36C breasts. 

She stopped short at the end of the hallway feigning surprise, her hand going to her throat and gave a sharp, "Oh!" Then she said, "You surprised me Professor Q, I didn't know you were here already." 

Inwardly I smiled because Candy had truly surprised me again, springing this role playing game on me as she did. When she had told me ten or so days earlier she'd try to come up with something special for the weekend I wasn't expecting this. I figured she might want to go away someplace for the remainder of the weekend or maybe go shopping, to the theater, throw a party or maybe even have a special dinner of some sort. But I didn't expect this. And Candy was playing a role I'd not seen her do before. So given past history of how these role playing games of hers usually turned out I immediately slipped into the character she'd identified so subtly for me.

"I just came in Miss M. and I'm glad to see you didn't keep me waiting." 

With her hands clasped behind her back she cast her eyes down and dug the toe of one saddle shoe against the tiled floor in front of her, twisting it back and forth and said in a young girl's voice, "The other girls told me I should never keep you waiting Professor; it wasn't good to make you wait." 

I walked over to an easy chair Candy had in her living room and sat down and leaned back in it, getting comfortable. Placing my arms on the armrests I crossed my right leg over my left and then gave her an imperious look and said, "Well, they were right and its good you listened to them. But you're early so there's nothing to be worried about." 

Staying where she was Candy smiled an innocent little smile like she was glad she'd pleased the 'Professor'. 

It always amazed me how well Candy acted during these games. That coupled with the emotions that showed at anytime on her face and in her eyes when she smiled, grinned, frowned or whatever helped relate what Candy was feeling or wanting to show. But on the other hand negotiating a business deal with Candy was difficult as she could easily hide her emotions and maintain a 'poker face'. But if it was appropriate in business and at most other times her face was always so expressive. 

"What is it you wanted to talk about Miss M?" 

Continuing with the shyness act Candy crossed her arms under her breasts then brought the index finger of one hand to her mouth and nibbled at the nail. Keeping her eyes cast down she began to swivel her hips back and forth causing the hem of her skirt to twist around her legs just above the knees one way then the other. 

"Well?" I asked with mock sternness. 

Candy said quietly and shyly, "I'm just not sure you're the right person to ask Professor that's all." 

"Why not?" 

Slipping the finger she was nibbling between her lips to the second joint Candy sucked on the digit as she idly pumped it in and out several times. Then she slowly slid that finger out of her mouth pulling her bottom lip down with the tip as it passed over it. Catching that lip between her thumb and forefinger she toyed with it as she held her head slightly cocked and down, her eyes cast up looking at me and still with pseudo shyness said, "Well, it's a little embarrassing." 

"Oh? How so?" I asked. 

Dropping her arms and clasping her hands together Candy held them just in front of her pubic bone, her upper arms squeezing her breasts together between them as she rocked back and forth on her heels. With her eyes cast down to the floor once more she said again using a youthful voice, "I found some things in a box and I don't know what they are or what they do and don't know who to ask about them." 

"Really? Well could you show me these things you found?"

Candy's head came up level, her eyes looking upwards as if searching the ceiling for the answer. Her head rocked slowly and slightly from side to side as she alternately sucked both lips in over her teeth, released them, pursed them and then bit at the lower one. Her hips slowly swiveled again as she pretended to think. Then she looked at me with a big smile, nodded her head enthusiastically and said, "Yeah, I can do that Professor, couldn't I." 

Candy must have put some thought into where I'd sit because she couldn't have put the box she walked over to in a better place. 

Let me describe Candy's living room; it has cathedral ceilings and coming from the foyer there's a large brick fireplace and mantel against the wall on the left. Set in front of the fireplace, placed about twelve feet away was her sofa with a table on either end. To the left of the sofa was the easy chair in which I sat with a table on the right side. Facing the easy chair, but set to the right of the sofa and end table was a love seat, also with two end tables. You could enter this seating area between any two of the end tables and in the center of this space sat her coffee table. Sitting in the easy chair the hallway Candy had come out of was to the right. And there was about a sixteen foot wide walking area that passed behind the sofa, running the length of the room. 

Candy walked from the head of the hallway between the end tables of the sofa and love seat and went to the love seats end table nearest the fireplace. With her back to me she bent over at the waist while reaching well underneath the table to retrieve the cardboard box. This caused the back of her schoolgirl's skirt to lift exposing her bare ass and the strap between her cheeks of the white thong panties she was wearing. Picking up the box she turned and set it on the end of the coffee table nearest her then sat on the love seat. 

I couldn't see into the box as it was on the far end of the table and Candy had folded over the top flaps closing it. She was seated on the very edge of the love seat her hands resting on her lap, her knees together. As she stared at the box on the table curiosity was the expression she wore on her face. 

"I don't recall asking you to sit Miss M." 

Candy sprung to her feet and said, "Sorry Professor Q." 

"So, what's in the box?" 

She pulled the box flaps open and then stood peering down into it. Again she put her hands behind her back and swiveled her hips as she stared down into the box. 

"Miss M.?" I asked with mock impatience. 

Candy lifted her head and looked at me with a look of pure innocence on her face then looked back down into the box again. Then using somewhat poor syntax, as a younger person might, she described what was in the box. "Well there got all kinds of different things in there Professor. They got some long round tube shaped rubber looking things in there; some are shorter then some and some are longer then some. They got some smaller white plastic things that are kind of rounded too but they also got sort of a pointy end on one end. They got something in there that looks like...I don't know, maybe kind of a little like an arrow head. You know, wide on one end and pointy on the other, but the wide end has got a wide oblong piece on that end of it too. They got a little yellow rubber looking thing in there with some wires and a black rubber hose on it and one of them things that doctors squeeze when they put that thing on your arm and take your blood pressure. And I don't know what kind it is but they look like they got some kind of bug made onto the yellow rubber part of it too. They got some chain in there with what looks like two little tweezers looking things hooked on it. There's something that looks like a tube of lipstick, but it ain't one like I ever seen before and they got a plastic box in there too but I can't see what they got in it because it's closed." 

Since we were together when we'd bought these items I knew exactly what she was describing but said, "Miss M., I haven't got a clue what's you're talking about. Perhaps if you took something out and showed it to me, together we could determine its use and maybe even demonstrate it. For the sake of science you understand." 

Candy nodded her head and had a look on her face as if the schoolgirl she was playing had not considered that and thought maybe she should have. 

She peered down into the box again and put the tip of one finger between her lips as she tried to decide which of these 'mysterious' things to pick out first. 

Finally reaching into the box she came out with a six inch white plastic vibrator. She held it in one palm as if judging its weight. Then using both hands her fingers explored its length, cupping over the tapered end and closing together as she slid her fingers off that end. 

Someone not knowing Candy and watching her examining the device, and also seeing the look on her face could easily and mistakenly believe this was actually the first time in her life she'd ever seen your basic plain white plastic vibrator. 

Then holding it by the base in her right hand Candy held it upright in front of her, her arm extended, her left hand going behind her back. Her face wore a big smile as she excitedly asked, "This one Professor, what is it?" 

"Well it's difficult to tell from here Miss M. Would you bring it nearer so I may inspect it more closely?" 

Candy sidestepped around the end of the coffee table walked down and stood in front of me with the vibrator still pointing straight up in her outstretched hand. 

"Have a seat there Miss M.," I said pointing to the end of the coffee table. 

I took the vibrator from her and pretended to inspect it. "Well, obviously it's cylindrical in shape and about six inches long. The upper third is smooth and the tip has a beveled taper over the last approximate inch of its length. The lower two thirds of the barrel have ribs molded into it for some reason and the casing is made of a hard polymer." 

Turning the vibrator around in my hand I 'accidentally' twisted the bottom and it began to do what's it's designed to do. "Hmmmm, interesting." 

"What is it Professor?" 

"Here feel," and I touched the tip of it to the tip of her nose. 

"Hee hee, that tickles Professor," Candy said as she pulled her head back and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. 

I 'studied' the vibrator for another fifteen, twenty seconds or so then pontificated, "It appears to me Miss M. given the shape of this device, that these ribs along the bottom two thirds appear to serve the purpose of providing a sure and non-slip grip to the user as opposed to the smooth ends purpose. Also please note when the base is twisted the device seems to pulse at variable frequencies, increasing in frequency as the base is further rotated. I believe the beveled tapered end's purpose is to provide a method to deliver those variable pulses to a specific point. These observations lead me to conclude this is a device that may be used by the female gender of the human species in an attempt to achieve a certain level of self-gratification." 

Candy stared at me with mock innocence and confusion, blinked her eyes a couple of times then said, "I'm sorry Professor but I don't understand." 

Looking into her eyes I saw amusement there and said, "I believe child this is a device that women would use to masturbate with." 

Again Candy's eyes blinked repeatedly and her mouth hung open as if she were shocked by what I'd said. 

"Do you masturbate Miss M.?" I asked in a clinical tone.

Feigning even more shock Candy said, "Oh no Professor, my mama told me I should never touch myself there and that I should never ever let anyone else touch me there either. My mama said that good girls never do things like that, only bad girls do. And I'm a good girl Professor." 

"Hmmm." 

"But Professor I still don't understand how it would be used." 

"Well we could demonstrate it's use but we'd need to have a test subject." 

"A test subject Professor?" 

"Yes, someone willing to use the device as we monitor their response to whatever stimulation it may provide." 

With schoolgirl enthusiasm she said, "Professor I could be the test subject. I could huh couldn't I?" 

"Well I don't know Miss M., as you say you're a good girl. And what we need for this is a girl who's...well, maybe not so good." 

Candy pouted and bit her bottom lip a moment then with disappointment said, "But maybe I could still try to do it though huh Professor?" 

"Now you see, I wouldn't want your mama coming after me because she thought I'd had something to do with you doing anything that could be construed as being even remotely bad or naughty. So...if you want to study this devices effect it may be better if we just found someone else who wouldn't mind being the test subject." 

Acting out; I really thought Candy was almost on the verge of tears as she begged, "Please Professor, I won't mind, I want to be the test subject, I want to try and do it. And my mama won't ever, ever know anything about it, I would never ever tell her, I promise. Please," she said dragging out the word. 

"You sure you want to try?" 

"Yes sir, I am, I want to do it. Can I do it then, huh? Can I? Please." 

"Ok then but only if you think you can handle it." 

Very excitedly Candy responded, "Oh I can, I can handle it Professor, and I promise you'll see I can do it." Then just a bit less excited and a little less sure she asked, "What do I have to do first Professor?" 

"Well I believe we'd have to assume a position that would facilitate the application of the device, least the application in a casual manner." 

"How would we do that Professor?" 

"Slide yourself forward and sit on the very edge of the table." 

When she had I went on, "Good, now put one foot there," pointing to a spot near the left leg of the coffee table, "and one there," pointing to another spot near the right leg of the table. "You're doing very well indeed Miss M., keep it up." 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 12



Candy smiled proudly that she was doing as the 'Professor' instructed without any hesitation or apprehension. 

Holding the vibrator out to her I said, "Here, take this." 

Candy reached out with her right hand and took the vibrator in her fist, each end of the plastic toy sticking out from her closed hand. Then she dropped her hand to the top of her thigh like the vibrator weighed several pounds rather then several ounces. 

"Go ahead and study the device Miss M., feel how nearer the bottom it's ribbed and how the upper part is smooth. That's it. Run your fingers over it, feel the texture. Now twist the base and feel how it pulses." 

Candy turned the vibrator on and when it started she went, "Ooooo, that feels weird." 

"Perhaps, perhaps not. Maybe you're not applying it to the correct places." 

"Oh? Where would you suggest this be applied Professor?" 

"I don't wish to embarrass you Miss M., so perhaps you should think about that a bit." 

Candy sat looking at the sex toy in her hand for a moment then looked at me with a smile. She brought the vibrator to her left breast and rubbed it on top of her clothing over the nipple. She rubbed it around and around using first the side then the tip before moving it to her right breast. 

As she ran the vibrator over them her nipples became erect and showed themselves quite noticeably through her white schoolgirl's blouse. 

"How does it feel?" 

"It feels ok, but it doesn't really do too much does it?"

"I would disagree with that Miss M.," I said pointing to her nipples and went on, "It appears you have had a positive reaction to the stimuli." 

Candy pulled the vibrator away, looked down and said, "Oh, I didn't even know they'd done that, they usually only get like that when I'm cold." Turning it off she placed the vibrator on her lap then touched each nipple with the tip of a finger from each hand. As she watched herself she rubbed her fingertips over her nipples in small circles, rubbing one nipple clockwise and the other counter-clockwise. After Candy had rubbed them for eight or nine seconds she dropped her hands and looked at me with her chest thrust out and asked with wide eyed innocence, "Can you see them?" 

I looked at the front of her blouse and saw each nipple making a noticeable protrusion in the material but said, "They're noticeable but not very much. It appears that perhaps the device has been misapplied." 

"Misapplied Professor?" 

"Yes, perhaps a more sensitive part of the anatomy is what the device is designed to stimulate more effectively." 

All innocent-like Candy asked, "Where do you think that would be Professor?" 

"Well, not being a woman I'd have no firsthand knowledge of where a woman's sensitive areas might be. You on the other hand are properly equipped to if not know offhand where those areas are, you should be able to identify such areas when they are properly stimulated." 

"Huh?" 

"Touch yourself with the device Miss M., experiment. Touch different areas until you discover the place or places that give the strongest reaction to the stimuli you're applying." 

"Oh ok, I get it Professor. Well I know it's not my nose because when you touched it earlier with this it kind of tickled." Then at the memory Candy had an involuntary reaction and again scratched the tip of her nose with the back of her fingers. 

Candy twisted the base of the vibrator then looked down at herself for several moments, considering where to put the sex toy when she placed it on the inside of her forearm near the crook of her elbow. After holding it there for ten or fifteen seconds she said, "No, that's not the place." 

Another ten or fifteen seconds on her belly; "No, not there either." 

She reached down and put it on her knee, "Nope." 

Then she dragged it up the inside of her thigh. Candy brought the vibrator slowly up higher and higher along her thin, smooth thigh pushing her skirt higher up with it as she went. 

Excitedly Candy said, "Professor, I think this might be it. The vibrations, they're starting to feel good with it right here," she said with the vibrator slightly more than mid-thigh from her knee to her crotch.

"Where do you feel these vibrations best, Miss M.?" 
"On the inside of my leg." 

"Is that the center of the good feelings?" 

"No sir that would be a little bit higher up." 

"Higher Miss M.?" 

"Yes sir, higher. This vibrating thing is making it feel better a little bit higher up." 

"Where higher Miss M.?" 

Candy said with mock hesitation as she moved the vibrator against the inside of her thigh, "Closer to my...my..." 

"Your what Miss M.?" 

"My...my mama said I should call it my kitty Professor," she said shyly. 

"I'm not sure of what you're referring to Miss M. Could you show me?" 

Candy reached down with her other hand and pulled the front of her skirt slowly up to her waist exposing her white panties. Leaving her skirt bunched around her waist she pointed downwards, her hand seven or eight inches above her crotch and said, "There Professor, the feelings from the vibrations is best right there." 

"Hmmmm, interesting. Application of the pulsing effect of the device at your thigh about fifteen centimeters above the knee creates an indirect stimulation and positive response of your nerve endings in the area of your stomach." 

Giggling, "No Professor not there silly, here," she said pointing as she had before, but now with the tip of her finger just barely not touching her panty covered crotch. 

"Oh I see. Then why don't you use the device and touch the area you've indicated and see if direct application has any different effect." 

Shrugging her shoulders she said, "Ok Professor, it's worth a try I guess." 

Candy took the vibrator from her thigh and held it pointing down, the tip nearing her pantied crotch. She moved her hand down until the tip of the vibrator touched an area near the top of her crack. Then Candy slid it down further, bringing more and more of the side of the vibrator in contact with her panty covered pussy until she had it laid against the length of it nestled between her lips. 

"Oh Professor, this is much better than on my leg. Much, much better." 

Candy held the vibrator tight against her crotch without moving it at all. 

"Miss M. we need to see if holding the device still as you are now is better, worst or just different then moving it around some. Slide the device up and down, back and forth and report your findings." 

Candy began to slide the side of the vibrator up and down her panty covered slit, the sex toy sliding easily against the silky material. Keeping the vibrator pressed against her pussy she brought it up until the tip had to have been directly over her clit then she slid it down again until her hand against her mound stopped her from going any lower. 

I let Candy masturbate for nearly a minute and a half, her eyes sometimes open, sometimes closed as she alternately bit and licked her lower lip, before intruding on her pleasure. 

"How does it feel Miss M.?" 

"It feels just wonderful Professor," she replied dreamily. 

"I wonder..." 

Candy opened her eyes and looked at me and asked, "Wonder what Professor?" 

"Does the material of your garment interfere with, enhance or dampen the effect of the vibrations?" 

"I don't know...maybe they do." 

"Well Miss M. in the interest of science shouldn't we find out?" 

"I guess so Professor," she responded with just a tinge of doubt. 

"Well if you feel we've exhausted this avenue of experimentation then perhaps it's time to stop." 

"No! I mean...no Professor. We have to keep going. We have to look into it some more, see what we can find out about it. What do you suggest Professor?" 

"Well I believe that direct contact of the device with the epidermal layer of the area of your anatomy to which you currently have the device applied would be the next logical step of exploration. Don't you Miss M.?" 

"You mean put it against my bare kitty Professor!?" she asked as if she couldn't believe I'd suggest such a thing.

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Don't you agree this should be the next step in our investigation Miss M.?

Candy just looked at me, her 'astonishment' showing in her rapidly blinking eyes. Then after a moment she nodded and said, "I guess you're right Professor." 

"Of course I am Miss M. To accomplish this however I believe would require the removal of your undergarment. So if you would please...," and motioned with my hands for her to do just that. 

Candy hesitated for a couple of seconds then twisted the knob turning off the vibrator then placed the smooth end of it into her mouth. Then she reached under her skirt, lifted her ass from the table top and pulled her panties down allowing them to pool at her feet, before kicking them aside with her foot. 

Seated again on the table Candy bunched her skirt up around her waist then spread her legs as wide as the table legs again. Then she took the vibrator from her mouth turned it back on and brought it back down between her legs. She held the base at an angle away from her with the tip nosing in between the lips of her pussy in the area of her hole. Then she pivoted the vibrator up bringing the side back against her lips. 

Next Candy began to slide it slowly up and down the length of her pussy bringing the tip to just below her clit before sliding it back down through her lips again. Occasionally she'd dip the vibrator into her hole pushing it into herself three or four inches. 

With an erection I sat and watched Candy masturbate for several minutes, watched as her passion grew, her breathing deepened, watched as she placed her left hand behind her and she leaned back on it. Candy turned her upper body slightly as her right hand continued to move the vibrator along and in and out of her pussy with more of a purpose. 

Although Candy's inner lips are long and do hang outside her outer lips they're nowhere near long enough to wrap around the barrel of the vibrator. But they did hug the sides of it giving me the impression they were trying to hold the vibrator against themselves of their own accord.
 As Candy masturbated her eyes remained closed. Sometimes her lips were pulled back exposing her gritted teeth, other times her mouth opened partially as she breathed noisily through it, her chest heaving. 

Then she changed how she was holding the vibrator, holding it now by the base in her fist. This grip made it appear as if she were stabbing herself with the sex toy as she slid the side of it against her lips and clit. 

After playing with herself for another three or four minutes Candy suddenly pulled her hand and the vibrator away from her pussy. She hadn't cum yet but based on her reactions while she masturbated she had to have been right on the ragged edge. 

Candy sat hunched over on the edge of the coffee table, her forearms crossed one atop the other and resting on her thighs, the vibrator still in her right hand. Her thighs were pressed tightly together as she breathed deeply in and out for nearly half a minute. During all this time her eyes were squeezed tightly closed and her mouth was a grimace, her head down. 

Apparently she had brought herself almost too close to an orgasm and had to struggle to push it back down, to delay it, to extend her playtime and let it build to an even bigger one. 

I've seen her do this often; delay her orgasm time and again. Candy is not multi-orgasmic but does recover rather quickly after she's cum and is able to 'get back in the game' as it were. Normally she'll experience several small orgasms before the 'big' one hit's her and then it's either over or on to the next round of sex after a little pause. If it's over then she's satisfied, but if she decides to jump back in she'll cum again, perhaps not as intensely, but she'd cum. 

But when Candy does as she's doing now, delaying her orgasm, even the small ones, in the end it always brings on such an intense one that when she finally does allow herself to cum, it's usually so exhausting for her that she'll almost immediately collapse and fall asleep lying down wherever she is to nap. 

From my chair I watched Candy as she continued to breathe deeply in and out, but less so then just moments before. Finally she looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry Professor but I had to stop. That scared me." 

"How so?" 

"I don't know, it made me feel all tingly and like something strange was starting to happen...you know...down there. I really felt tingly all over but mostly it was down there." 

"Did you like it?" 

With faux shyness Candy nodded and said, "It felt good, really good, almost sinfully good. Is that why my mama said that good girls don't touch themselves down there because it feels way too good?" 

"I wouldn't know why your mama told you that Miss M. But do you think what you done was bad to do because it felt so good?" 

"Oh no Professor, nothing that feels like that could be bad. I think maybe my mama just might have been a little wrong about this." 

"Well if she was wrong about that, she may have been wrong about some other things as well. Don't you think?"

Candy cocked her head slightly to one side, her eyes rolled up looking towards the ceiling, her forehead furrowed. The tip of her tongue darted out and licked along her lips as she pretended to think. Then slowly she nodded her head before saying, "Yeah, maybe she is Professor. Maybe mama was wrong about some things too."

"Well then, perhaps you'd like to examine some of the other items in your box." 

As we talked Candy had relaxed and placed both arms behind her, leaning back on the table resting on her palms. Before she had leaned back she set the vibrator on the table beside her. 

Sitting as she was on the table Candy's knees were together but her feet were spread apart, although not as far apart as when she had masturbated. She was swinging her knees from side to side while biting at her lower lip and the hem of her skirt remained way up on her lap on top of her thighs and pooled out onto the table behind her, her bare ass sitting on the table top. 

"Do you think there might be something else in the box that might feel good like that did Professor?" she asked hopefully. 

"Perhaps there is. Why don't you take everything out of the box and lay them on the table and then we can see what we have, see what our options are." 

Candy got up and moved the box to our end of the table and laid out the items remaining in it one at a time, leaving enough room on this end of the coffee table for her to sit. She set out a six inch dildo that had a veiny texture, a set of latex balls and a helmet shaped head. Next came an anal probe, about ten inches long from the end to just below the handle and had a tapered shaft with a bulbous tip. On the table she next placed a five inch long butt plug that at its widest point was about two inches wide then narrowed to about an inch and a quarter around the neck above the oblong base. Next thing out of the box was a pliable yellow jelly suction cup called a yellow bumble bee. It came equipped with a vibrating egg pushed through a loop at the top of the suction cup. Next out of the cardboard box was a set of tweezers type nipple clamps with a connecting chain followed by a plastic box containing a set of Pyrex vacuum domes with a hand operated pump. Finally she took out and placed on the table a squeeze tube of lube and a small vibrator that looked more like a tube of lipstick, commonly called a pocket rocket. 

Candy sat on the edge of her sofa and looked down at the collection on the coffee table. After a moment of looking over the items she asked, her voice filled with awe and innocence, "Wow Professor, what do you think all this stuff is for?" 

Again I smiled to myself at how easily and believably Candy could convey the idea she was an innocent. "Well, given the purpose served by the first device I can only make the assumption that individually these items serve the same end; that being self gratification. Or perhaps some of these items function in unison with each other, complimenting each other as it were, to provide stimulation that assist a person in reaching the same goal; gratification." 

"Really?" another touch of faux awe in her response. 

"I believe so, yes. Now which of these items should we investigate next Miss M.?" 

Candy looked over the array of sex toys on the table and picked up the nipple clamps. 

"What do you suppose these are for Professor?" 

"What do you think?" 

"Well...I think they look like tweezers but I've never seen a pair like this before that had two of them on a chain. Why do you think they did that?" 

"It appears to me their purpose is not to be used as tweezers but rather to pinch or clamp." 

"Why do you think that Professor?" 

"See the little collar on the shaft of the tweezers?" 

Candy held one of the nipple clamps, dangling by the chain, up in front of her face and studied the clamp a moment then said, "Yes sir." 

"Well that appears to me to be a method to control tension." 

"Oh. Well then how do you think it works?" 

"Hand them to me please and hold out your finger." 

Candy moved and sat where she had been earlier on this end of the coffee table. 

Taking the nipple clamps from Candy I put the end of her little finger between the two legs of one clamp then slid the collar up until the clamp was fastened to her finger. 

"Oh," Candy said drawing out the word. Then with a frown she asked, "But where would they be used Professor, surely not on a finger?" 

"Well let's think about this. As a set there's two of these pincers so they must be applied to something that comes in a set of two. The length of the chain suggests the two objects to which they are applied must be relatively close together. The opening of the mouth of the pincer ends indicates any object placed between them could be not larger than three eights to one half inch in diameter. Now with that information available can you answer what part of your anatomy could possibly fit those characteristics Miss M.?" 

Candy sat leaning forward with an extremely serious look on her face, her chin resting on her hands, her elbows resting on her knees as she pretended to contemplate this conundrum. 

"Well Professor...girls have got two eyes and two ears. But neither of those places could possibly be where you'd put those because I don't think putting them on those places could make me feel like the other thing did. And besides that that would be just silly wouldn't it; putting those tweezers thingies on your eyes or ears," and Candy giggled a little at her observation. 

"Ok, if not those places, then where?" 

Again leaning forward and placing her elbows back onto her knees, this time Candy also raised and lowered the heels of her feet as she pretended to be deep in thought about where to put the nipple clamps. Her head, resting on her hands, moved up and down in motion with her heels as she lifted her feet up onto her toes. After fifteen or twenty seconds she suddenly sat upright and said excitedly, "Oh Professor I know, I bet they could go on a girls breasts." 

"Hmmmm," I commented as I 'considered' her conclusion. Sitting with my elbows on the armrests I had my fingers steepled under my chin and waited another ten or so seconds then said, "I don't think so child." 

Pouting, "But why not Professor?" 

"You've forgotten that the opening of the pincers would only allow an object a half inch or less to be placed between them. Your breasts are obviously much wider than that." 

"Oh Professor you are so silly. We couldn't put them on my breasts but we could put them on my nipples." 

"Hmmmm, now that could be correct, you may be on to something. However does that part of your anatomy meet the size restriction Miss M.?" 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 12



"I think they do Professor." 

"Well if you would present the anatomical specimens to me I'd be able to visually evaluate their compliance with the size limitations for the application of this device. Then we'd know for sure wouldn't we?" 

"You mean I should show you my breasts Professor?" Candy said with pretend shock and embarrassment. 

"I know of no other way of evaluating them unless you'd prefer a physical examination." 

"But my mama said that..." 

Interrupting I said, "I think we've already proven that mama might have been wrong about some things, don't you agree?" 

Nodding she said hesitantly, "Yeah, ok Professor, I guess so. If you think this would be the best way then I'll do it." 

Candy took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh then brought her hands to the top button of her white schoolgirl blouse. Then slowly, oh so slowly, she undid each button all the way down to her waist. Pulling the blouse from inside her skirt, Candy undone the last two buttons then shrugged the garment off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor beside the table. 

She was wearing a white lacy half bra, her breasts mostly bare. This explained why they had moved about so provocatively earlier when she'd skipped into the room, they'd done so because they were free and unfettered. I also took note at this moment her nipples were not erect in the least. 

Sitting on the edge of the table Candy sat up straight, shoulders square with her breasts thrust out proudly.

Sliding to the front of the chairs cushion I took one of the nipple clamps and placed the pincers over Candy's nipple, held it there a few seconds then took it away without applying it. Then I held it over her other nipple for a few seconds more before taking it away from that one too. 

Sitting back I said, "I'm afraid your conclusion must be in error Miss M. Neither of your nipples exhibits enough protrusion for this device to be applied to this particular area." 

The disappointment Candy expressed on her face when she responded was absolutely believable. "Oh darn Professor. Then I guess don't know where those would go." Candy was looking down at her breasts when she reached up and took her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and began to gently pull and release them saying, "I really thought these would be where those tweezers thingy's would go." 

"Wait a second Miss M. Do that again, stretch you nipple like that again." 

Candy pulled her nipple out again then released it asking, "Like this Professor?" 

"Yes. Do it again, but this time when you stretch it out, hold it, don't let it go." 

Candy did as instructed and I slipped the nipple clamp over her nipple behind her fingers and once applied we repeated it with her other nipple. The tension collars of the clamps were pushed up only far enough to hold them in place but not squeeze the nipple. 

"You see Professor, I was right; those thingy's do go on a girl's nipples. See and I told you so," Candy said maybe a little snottily but in schoolgirl glee at her one-upmanship of the 'Professor'.

"So I see Miss M., you most certainly were correct. But now we have to complete the application by adjusting the device to a suitable tension. Only you will know when we've reached that point, so it'll be up to you to let me know when we do. What's going to happen is I'm going to slide this ring further up until you feel the clamps are set correctly, providing you with the feeling you think is most stimulating. Ok?" 

She nodded and I began to move the collar upwards and had slid it up a considerable way before Candy said, "That's it Professor, right there." 

Then I adjusted the other collar and sat back into the chair again. 

Candy sat looking down at her clamped nipples. She put her hands under her breasts and bounced them a few times making the connecting chain of the nipple clamps jump and pull down on her nipples when the chain reached the bottom of its fall. She rotated her shoulders back and forth a couple times making the clamps and chain swing causing the clamps to twist a bit as they swung and the chain to yet again pull at her nipples.

During past times when we've played with the nipple clamps I've applied them to Candy's nipples inverted. When applied in this manner the connecting chain attached to each clamp would be on top and gravity would pull the clamp down and around. Candy loved the way the clamps would twist and hold her nipples like that. Sometimes she'd make the chain bounce just so it would twist her nipples a bit more. More times than not when she put the nipple clamps on herself it was in this manner.

"Well, how does this device make you feel?" 

"Hmmm, I like it. I feel a pinching on my nipples but it doesn't hurt at all, it feels good. And I can also feel a tingling." 

"In your nipples?" 

"No sir, down there." 

"Down there? Oh, you mean in your...your...what did your mama say you should call that Miss M.?" 

"My kitty." 

"Yes, that was it. In your kitty you feel a tingling?" 

"Yeah, but not all over it, just in one place." 

"Ah, and just where would that be Miss M., this one place?" 

Candy spread her legs very wide apart then reached down with her hands and spread her pussy lips. Then she pointed to her clitoral hood and the little man beneath it with one finger and said, "Right there Professor, I can feel it tingling right there and I ain't even touched it." 

I moved back to the front of the seat and leaned over 'studying' Candy's sex for a moment then asked, "On that little flap of skin?" 

"No, no. Underneath it is where it's tingling." 

"This tingling, it feels good or bad?" 

"Good Professor very good." 

"Well what's under the skin flap that's tingling and makes it feel so good?" 

Candy moved her hands around a bit placing a finger on either side of her clit then pulled her hands upward, pulling her clitoral hood back exposing her little man in the boat. 

"There, right there that's what's tingling Professor." 

"Hmmm, imagine that." I sat staring at her clit a few seconds more, fighting the urge to fall to my knees and bury my face in her pussy. Then I said as if I'd lost total interest in what she was showing me, "Ok then we've identified the use and proper tension setting of this device, so let's remove it and investigate one of the other devices now." 

"Oh no Professor! Let's leave these on for a little while. We need to see how long a person can wear them and how long the tingling goes on. For science," Candy quickly added. 

"That's very good thinking Miss M. You'll do very well indeed in my class. So as you suggest in the interest of science we'll leave the device applied to establish a baseline of how long it produces this tingling feeling in your...um...kitty and the comfortable duration of its application to your nipples. What's next?" 

Candy half turned on the coffee table, the chain to the nipple clamps swinging as she did so, to look at the items on the table behind her. 

After making her selection she turned back and asked, "What about this thing?" In her hand was the yellow bumble bee. 

This toy is a yellow jelly suction cup with a loop molded onto the top of it to hold an egg shaped vibrator and also has a black rubber hose with a bulb on the end of it. The hose is attached to the cup via a check valve and once a seal is formed around the lip of the cup, when the bulb is pumped it creates a vacuum inside the cup. The more you pump the more vacuum you apply. This sex toy fits between the lips of a woman's pussy and is made specifically to be a clitoral stimulator.

Taking the yellow bumble bee from Candy I held the suction cup in the open palm of my left hand. After thumbing the wheel on the control box and feeling the egg vibrate for a few seconds I turned it off and placed the box onto my lap. On the hose which was already attached to the suction cup I picked up the bulb and squeezed it a few times and as I did we heard "pssst, pssst, pssst" coming from the yellow bumble bee. 
 I 'studied' the device in my palm for several seconds more then said, "Miss M. this yellow pliable object appears to be a suction cup. When this bulb is pumped air is sucked from inside the cup creating a vacuum. Of course the device must be applied to something to form a seal before the air can be sucked out." 

"What would it be applied to Professor?" 

"Well I'm just guessing you understand but since this oval egg shaped object here on top of the suction cup vibrates when you move a wheel on this control box, and since we know the vibrating device we'd used earlier brought a high level of stimulation to your...um...your kitty, then I hypothesize this would also be applied to that part of your anatomy." 

Candy took the bumble bee from my hand and studied it for several seconds then asked, "But how would it be applied Professor? I don't see how it would stay in place." 

"As I've explained the device is a suction cup so the suction created inside the cup would hold it in place." 

"Oh I see. Well can you show me how it would go on then?" Candy asked holding the bumble bee out to me in her extended hand.

Taking the device back I said, "Yes I could do that for you but you'll need to spread your legs very wide for me though. I'll need some room to work." 
"Ok Professor." Candy spread wide, placing her feet well outside each of the coffee tables end legs as she pulled her skirt up to her waist again. "Is this wide enough Professor?"

"That's good Miss M. Now lean back on your hands like you were earlier." 

When she was in position I leaned forward and spread her lips with the fingers of one hand then placed the jelly suction cup over her clitoris. Moving it around a little bit making sure the rim of the cup was dampened with her juices I held the suction cup in place with one hand as I pumped the bulb a couple times with the other to get a seal. 

As I worked I said to my 'student', "Let me know when a comfortable amount of suction has been applied Miss M." 

Candy nodded as I pumped the air from the cup. Each time the bulb was squeezed the suction inside the cup pulled against her clit a bit more. Also with each squeeze the top of the pliable cup and the vibrating egg pulled down and if enough suction were applied they would eventually make contact with her man in the boat. Previously, on occasion Candy has had me apply that much suction. This time she stopped me when the top of the bumble bee was just short of touching her clit.

Candy indicated when the suction was comfortable for her with a long, "Hmmm." Then I disconnected the hose from the check valve and set it aside. 

"How does it feel?" 

"It makes that little bumpy thing it's pulling against feel super sensitive, I can feel the tingling like I couldn't before. It's incredible." 

Thumbing the wheel up just a tiny, tiny bit the egg began to hum as it vibrated at its lowest possible setting. 

"And now?" 

Candy took in a breath when the vibrations began and said, "It's like I can feel each individual pulse, each vibration. It's maddening." 

"Should I stop?" 

"No!" 

Holding out the control box to her I said, "Here then, you control it." 

As Candy sat up to take the control box from me her hand brushed against the anal probe. She picked it up by the handle and wiggled the shaft and bulbous tip back and forth in the air a couple of times then asked, "What's this for?" 

We traded and I said after my 'examination', "Well due to its long, thin but tapered design I'd describe this as a probe of some sort." 

As I pretended to examine the anal probe I was actually watching Candy as she moved the wheel of the control box back and forth. She'd leave the vibrator at any setting just three or four seconds at a time before changing it; low to medium, medium to high, high to low, low to off, off to medium and so forth. 

With her legs still widely spread she was also leaning back on just one hand as her other, resting on top of her thigh, held the control box to the vibrator. Her eyes were closed and her face was turned slightly upwards. Her voice was a little husky when she asked after a short pause, "Probe what Professor?" 

Before responding I watched Candy a bit longer as she masturbated; the suction and vibrations of the bumble bee against her clit creating very pleasurable feelings for her to enjoy. I watched her face and saw, when they were open, the arousal in her eyes. I saw her forehead scrunch up and smooth out as her facial expressions changed. Alternately she'd nibble her bottom lip or push the tip of her tongue out between her lips. And once I saw her full lips purse as she blew out a long breath between them.

I watched Candy masturbate for half a minute or so then responded, "I believe this probe is too long and narrow to be used effectively in a woman's vagina so I think it must then be used as an anal stimulator." 

Candy eyes shot open and she suddenly sat up, looked at me with mock shock, surprise and disbelief, "You mean in a girls...bum?" 

I nodded while stifling a smile, amused because I knew what an anal freak she is. Candy doesn't prefer anal sex to regular sex, but she certainly does enjoy it nonetheless. 

I held the probe between the thumb and forefinger of each hand; the very end of the handle between one set, and the bulb at the other end of the probe between the other. "Should we use this on you Miss M.?" 

Wearing a believably worried look on her face Candy said hesitantly, "I don't know. My mama gave me an enema one time and I didn't like that at all." 

"Of course I have no first hand knowledge but do believe this would be different." 

"Do you really think so Professor? It would be different?" 

I nodded but said nothing. 

Candy stared at the probe held between my hands, bit at her lower lip and rocked her head from side to side in mock thought for ten or fifteen seconds then said, "Ok I guess I can try it then, after all this is for science. How do I need to be to use that thing?" 

"I believe the best position would be for you to stand up, turn around and bend over for me." 

Nodding, Candy carefully rose from the table taking her time because she didn't want to dislodge the bumble bee. After she'd gotten to her feet and turned around she spread her legs wide again then bent over at the hips. She rested one hand on the edge of the coffee table curling her fingers around the edge and in the other she held the control box to the yellow bumble bee's vibrating egg. 

I rose from the chair, flipped her skirt up over her hips and picked up the tube of lube from the table then sat down on the front edge of the chair again. Seeing Candy bent over like that made me want to bury my face between her legs from behind and eat her. But like with my earlier urge to go down on her this wasn't part of the game so I had to fight my impulse. 

I squeezed a healthy dollop of lube onto the tip of my finger and smeared it over Candy's asshole, smearing it around the rim and dipping my finger into her to the second knuckle. Taking out my handkerchief I wiped my finger clean of the lube and then picked up the probe from beside me on the seat cushion where I'd earlier dropped it. 

Holding the probe by the handle in my right hand I held the shaft between the thumb and forefinger of the other an inch or so behind the bulb. Rubbing the tip of the bulb over and around Candy's asshole got some of the lube smeared around that area onto the anal probe as well. After I thought it was sufficiently lubed I pressed it against the center of her anal opening. 

Candy said warily, "Ohhh, Professor, I don't know. That feels weird and way too big." 

Knowing Candy was playing the game I said, "Just relax Miss M. the end will slip in then it'll feel better." 

I knew Candy was playing because from experience I knew she could take a much larger toy in her ass with no problem. In fact just a week or so earlier she'd fucked her own ass with an eight inch long approximately two inch diameter dildo as I sat and watched. Besides that we'd used this toy on her ass many times before. 

Once the bulb slipped inside Candy I slowly fed about six or so inches of the probe into her ass then pulled it completely out, before pushing the bulb back through her anal ring again. Then I stood behind and aside her with my left hand on the small of her back and the anal probe in my right. I began to pull the probe out until the bulb just began to spread her asshole open from the inside and then I'd slip the shaft of the toy deeper into her again. After several strokes like this I started fucking her ass with the anal probe at a slow pace. Every five or six strokes I'd pick up the pace a bit, pumping the toy in and out of her ass faster and faster. 
Candy was holding the control box for the bumble bee in one hand as I fucked her ass with the probe. After about forty or fifty strokes Candy thumbed the wheel of the control box turning the vibrator to its highest setting. I could hear as she breathed noisily through her teeth as her clit was vibrated and pulled against, her nipples pinched by the clamps and her ass fucked with the probe. 

I could tell by the way she was pushing back on the anal toy to meet my thrusting hand and her breathing she was getting close to cumming. 

Suddenly Candy turned off the vibrator on the bumble bee and pulled herself off the anal probe going to one knee on the coffee table trying to fight off her oncoming orgasm. 

She was still trying to delay it, to put it off and I could see her taking irregular deep breaths during her internal battle. Slowly, after nearly a minute she seemed to get herself under control then she turned and sat on the table again. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as she breathed deeply in and out, sucking air in and blowing it out through her open mouth. 

I dropped the anal probe into the cardboard box and sat back in the chair again. 

We knew from previous experience not to just pull the suction cup of the bumble bee off her pussy to break the vacuum seal. This was something Candy most definitely did not like and was truly painful for her. Instead I reattached the bulb pump to the check valve, opened the little relief valve and bled off the vacuum before removing the yellow jelly cup. 

Candy sat with her legs spread wide and stretched out and was also leaning back on her hands as I removed the nipple clamps, her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply through parted lips. She looked at me with her head slightly down and her eyes at the top of their sockets, her eyes filled with lust and fire. I could see 'that' look in them that told me she was a keg of gunpowder ready to explode at almost the slightest touch. 

She sat on the table for several minutes, unmoving except for breathing in and out a little more deeply than normal but not like she had been. When Candy felt she'd calmed down enough to continue I could see on her face as she slipped back into character and picked up the box of vacuum domes. 

The box she'd picked up contained a set of fifteen Pyrex vacuum domes and each was maybe a bit longer than the length of your thumb and ran from about three quarters of an inch to two inches in diameter. 

Taking in and blowing out one more deep breath through pursed lips she opened the box and asked, "What do you think these are for Professor? They look like little bells but they don't have a clapper." 

As Candy held the box open for my inspection I 'perused' the domes for a moment then said, "Well these appliances also appear to be equipped with a pump apparatus that attaches via this small check valve at the top of each one. When a seal is formed on the open end and the pump is operated it would create a vacuum inside the dome, not unlike the yellow suction cup we'd applied to your...kitty. The difference is where the suction cup we'd used was soft and pliable and collapsed when vacuum was applied; these domes are much more rigid and will hold their shape. This would allow more vacuum pressure to be applied than with the other device." 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 12



"Oh, I see," Candy said. Then she removed two one inch diameter domes from the box and held one over her left nipple and asked, "Do you think they would go here?" 

After a moments consideration I responded, "I believe you may be correct Miss M. This could be one of several areas where these could be applied to some value. Would you like to test them, apply them to the area you've suggested for the purpose of evaluating their effect?" 

Leaning back on her hands again Candy nodded and said, "Ok Professor lets go ahead and try them out." 

After attaching the hose of the hand pump to one dome I held the open end of the dome up to Candy's mouth. 

"Would you wet the lip of the dome please so it can form a seal?" 

Candy stuck out her tongue and didn't just lick the dome. Holding my eyes with hers she slowly ran the tip of her tongue around the edge of the domes rim, just as if she were running that tongue around the head of my cock. 

If I hadn't already been hard, that would have done it. But in any event I squirted out a little more precum, wetting the inside of my already very wet underwear even more. 

I applied the domes to each nipple in turn, Candy licking the second dome just as erotically as the first. When I was done putting them on her enough vacuum had been applied to each nipple that when Candy said, "That's good," they were pulled into the domes about an inch and a half. 

Disconnecting the pump from the second dome I put it back into the box while Candy reached over and picked up the butt plug. 

"Where would you use this Professor?" 

"I've seen something similar used in an equestrian environment. It was used to keep horses from having an accident while on show, in a parade or something of that nature. So I believe that item would be used in the same manner but on a human subject." 

Candy stared at the butt plug in wide eyed innocence and asked with faux awe, strongly emphasizing the word 'this', "You mean somebody would put this in their hiney Professor?" 

I nodded in response. 

"But that other thing...the probe you used just a little while ago, that felt really big back there. I don't think I could ever get this in there. No way," Candy said while vigorously shaking her head.

I knew Candy could easily take the plug in her ass and hold it in with no problem too. For example; one evening several weeks earlier she'd worn this plug in her ass when we'd gone to dinner and all the while under her skirt Candy was panty-less as well. I wasn't too surprised she wore no panties; although it didn't happen often it wasn't all that uncommon either. I was unaware of any of this until after we'd arrived at the restaurant and she showed me, or rather let me feel. We were seated side by side in a booth with a cloth covered table and after the waitress had taken our drink order Candy pulled my hand under her skirt, placed it on her bare pussy and then pushed my hand lower. I thought she wanted me to finger her, something we've done in public in the past but what she wanted was to let me feel the oblong base of the butt plug between her cheeks. When my fingertips touched the base of the plug I looked at Candy and she just smiled sweetly at me and batted her eyes. Every now and then during dinner she'd either rock her hips or roll them to push the plug deeper into herself. And throughout our meal she wore a self satisfied little expression that said, 'look what I'm getting away with'. Then as we drove back to her place after dinner Candy lay in the passenger seat of my SUV with the seatback all the way down. She had her skirt pulled up around her waist and her fingers in her pussy for the entire ride, telling me in great detail how she wanted me to fuck her when we got home.

"You say 'no way' Miss M. but the only way to know for sure is to try, don't you think?" 

Nodding slowly she said hesitantly, "Well...I guess. I guess I could try. I said I could do this, be the test subject, so I'll try and do it." 

Candy pulled the Velcro at the waistband of her plaid skirt, pulled the skirt from around her and allowed it to fall to the floor. She slid her bare ass back on the coffee table just a bit, turned to sit on her left hip then placed her right foot on the table top. 

Reaching down between her legs with the butt plug she pressed the rounded tip against, then into her already well lubed asshole. Slowly she pushed it in a third of the way, and then let it slide out until just the tip was in her hole. She pushed it in again; a bit more than halfway then again let it slide out. The next time she moved it in to just short of the widest part of the plug; two inches wide just above the narrower neck before letting it slide out one more time. When she pushed it again she held the widest part against her asshole for a moment then pressed against the base pushing the two inch part past her sphincter, her anal hole closing around the neck. 

Then she put her foot back on the floor and moved her ass around on the table a bit, rolling her hips causing the plug to press a little deeper into her. 

"How does it feel now that you have it inside you Miss M.?" 

"It feels good Professor. I thought it might hurt being so big across." Candy moved her ass in a circular motion around on the table a couple of times more then added, "But it doesn't hurt at all. I do feel very full back there though but I like the way it feels in my hiney." 

"May I see?" 

Candy nodded, leaned back onto her hands then back onto her elbows and then raised her legs straight up into the air. Her pussy was wet, red, puffy, open and the tip of her clit was peeking out from under its protective hood. The oblong base of the butt plug hid everything else below her pussy hole from view. 

Spreading her legs into a big 'V' she peered at me from between them with the hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Well?" she asked. 

"It's a very interesting perspective you're offering Miss M. But to better evaluate this current devices proper application I would need you to stand and bend over as you were before. 

Nonchalantly she replied, "Ok." Candy dropped her legs and stood, turned around, spread her feet wide, bent over and placed her hands back onto the coffee table. 

Seeing the dildo sitting on the edge of the table about to fall off I picked it up by the latex balls. Standing to one side of her I pushed the dildo unceremoniously into her pussy and began to plunge it rapidly in and out. 

Candy threw her head back and moaned at the sudden penetration but not from surprise or pain but from desire. 

After I'd pumped the dildo in and out of her only about a dozen times or so she said huskily, "Professor that thing is cold and impersonal. I'd really like it if you could use something warmer and much more personal inside of me." 

Intending to make Candy wait just a bit longer for what she wanted I asked, "Such as Miss M.?" 

"You're the Professor, I'm sure you can think of something." 

The tone she'd used to respond and her reactions to the plunging dildo, the plug in her ass and the vacuum pulling at her nipples let me know she wasn't waiting any longer. 

Leaving the dildo sticking obscenely out of her pussy I pushed my shoes off with the toe of the other foot, undid my belt and pants allowing them and my underwear to fall to the floor then kicked them aside. 

As I slipped out of my pants, Candy reached over and from the table picked up the pocket rocket, the four inch lipstick tube shaped vibrator, turned it on and put it against her pussy presumably near her clit. 

Taking my already hard cock in hand I stood behind her, pulled the dildo out of her pussy and pushed my cock right in. As soon as I'd sunk all the way inside her I held onto Candy's hips and began to thrust in and out of her, feeling the vibrations of the pocket rocket against my cock. 

Fucking Candy from behind for just shy of two minutes her first orgasm hit and I could feel her pussy clasping my cock as I continued to bang away at her. As soon as that first relatively small orgasm passed she began to push her hips back to meet my thrusts. Another almost ninety seconds passed before her second orgasm rolled over her and again her pussy clamped down my cock as it contracted in rhythm to her orgasm. Almost immediately it was followed by a third cum. So I kept up the pace of my thrusting as Candy rode the wave of this more intense orgasm, the biggest cum of the morning for her. And just before this final orgasm of hers peaked, I peaked and my cock began to spit its load inside Candy's pussy. Holding onto her hips as I shot several spurts of cum into her she continued to cum herself.

Candy was making an awful sound as if she were in great pain as she came, sounding something like, "Ooohhhaaaahhhggggghhhhh". Her body was tensing and bucking, almost convulsing as she thrust her hips back against me, her orgasm peaking, her pussy clasping and then suddenly she collapsed. 

I was ready for it and caught her with my arm wrapped around her waist underneath her. Gently I lay her down on the table, face down. 

Candy had her head turned to one side her eyes closed and her breathing almost a pant. 

I rubbed her back for several minutes then reached down to pull the butt plug from her asshole. 

"Leave it," she said. "I like it the way it feels right now." 

I picked the pocket rocket up from the floor where it had rolled after Candy dropped it onto the table when she'd collapsed, and after turning it off set it on the table above her head. Next I unhooked her bra clasp and gently rolled her over onto her back. One of the vacuum domes had come off her nipple when I'd laid Candy face down on the table and it too rolled off onto the floor when I moved her. Picking it up I put it back in the box in its little dome shaped cradle. Pulling the half bra free from her arms I dropped it onto the floor then gently pressed the side of my thumb against Candy's tit at the edge of the remaining vacuum dome to create an air gap allowing air to enter and the dome to come free. After putting the last vacuum dome back into the box I untied and removed Candy's saddle shoes and then her knee socks. 

With one arm behind her back and the other under her knees I scooped Candy up from the coffee table. Holding her in my arms as if she were a baby I carried her upstairs to her bedroom and lay her on her bed. 

Sitting in the chair next to Candy's bed I removed my socks then pulled my shirt over my head. Nude I walked around the bed to get in on the other side. 

Sliding up against Candy she rolled onto her side with her back to me. After pulling the covers over us I put my left arm over and around her, snuggling close, body to body. 

"I didn't think I was going to make it," Candy said tiredly, as she took my hand in hers. 

"What's that?" I whispered into her ear. 

"I was determined to use every toy I'd picked out and put into the box before I'd let myself cum." 

I smiled into her hair as I held her tight against me. 

"A couple of times, once with the vibrator and another when you were fucking my ass with that probe I thought I'd let it go too far and wouldn't be able to hold out, but I did. I did cum a couple of tiny ones when we were playing but I just couldn't help myself." 

I could hear her falling asleep by the way she was talking; slowly, slurring her words. 

"Are you satisfied?" 

"Hmmm," she said with a barely perceptible nod and a wiggle of her ass against my crotch. 

"Still want the plug in?" 

"Hmmm, feels good," she said as she fell off to sleep. 

Scant moments later, our bodies cuddled together, my arm around Candy, I also nodded off.



My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 13



This is the thirteenth chapter in the story of an affair I had with Candy, a woman who came into my life unexpectedly and frankly, was I glad she had. Candy was one of the most exciting, stimulating people I'd ever met, in or out of bed, and over the course of our relationship we'd shared many enjoyable interludes. 

At this point in our relationship we'd been involved sexually for nearly four years. But this was no casual affair; I was in love with Candy. I'd realized this in the first year of our affair. And I knew she loved me as well because she had said as much many times. But we were both married to others, but both comfortable with that and the state of our relationship. 

And as much as I loved Candy, I loved my wife Helen just enough more that if I were forced to make a choice, it would be my wife I'd choose, even though I'd be giving up a lot. But let me be frank here, the difference in my love for each of these women could only be measured in nanometers. 

You see despite my infidelity my wife and I do have a good marriage. I played around on her not because we have problems but because I'm selfish. Not unlike an addict I have a demanding urge to experience the differences of being with other women. The differences in how they kiss, feel under my hands, taste and have sex are what I crave to know. 

A bonus of being with Candy was I was able to experience these things with her. In addition to being the most sexual and sensual person I'd ever known, Candy was also bisexual and we'd shared our bed with other woman on many occasions. 

Although amazingly she hasn't as yet with Candy, my wife has caught me having affairs a few times during our marriage but always let it slide; after a while anyway. And despite my lack of fidelity we have a very satisfying sex life and a good personal relationship. 

And as far as I knew Candy was happy in the way she fit into my life, and I hers. In all the time of our affair Candy had never asked or even hinted at me having to make a choice between her or my wife. She had a husband, of sorts, and was not looking to make changes, and frankly, neither was I. Right at the outset of our affair Candy said she knew I was married but that she didn't care, she wanted this affair to continue. 

Another thing that amazed me about this affair with Candy, besides my wife having not found out about it, yet, was its duration. With the exception of the roughly first four years of my marriage I've had numerous affairs throughout. All have lasted not more then a couple months if not only days. But this affair with Candy was entering its fourth year. Amazing. 

As I'd explained in an earlier chapter besides being able to meet often when we were both in our home city, because we worked in the same industry Candy and I had the opportunity from time to time to get together out of town too. 

On one of these trips Candy suggested we go to a strip club together and although honestly strip clubs aren't usually my thing I agreed. 

Sure I've been to them, mostly brought by vendors trying to get or keep business. And I admit when I did go I enjoyed seeing the pretty girls. But I also usually found the dancing boring, performed by bored women. 

At our hotel Candy and I climbed into a cab and she said to the driver as I pulled the door closed, "Take us to the best but nastiest gentlemen's club in the city." 

As we rode Candy placed her arm under and around mine and I placed my hand on her hose encased thigh just above her knee. 

We talked about this and that, mostly inane things as we rode through town. At one point Candy took my wrist with her other hand and pulled it under her skirt until my fingers touched her bare, wet pussy. 

Looking at her I saw she wore an impish smile and her eyes twinkled in the passing streetlights. 

She said in a kind of little girl voice but loud enough that the cab driver heard, "I forgot something." 

Turning my head forward again I saw the driver watching us in the rear view mirror. In the reflection our eyes locked and with a smile I replied to Candy, "So I can tell." 

We spent the rest of the cab ride with my fingers playing around inside Candy's pussy. She had her left leg over my right as she held my arm in place with her right hand, her head on my shoulder and her left hand feeling my cock through my clothing. 

Ten minutes later we arrived at the club and standing by the cab driver's door I passed him his fare and tip. I held it with just my thumb, forefinger and middle finger, with the two longer fingers turned up so he could see them glistening with Candy's juices in the light of the portico. 

Leaning his head closer to my outstretched hand to take the money I saw when the cabbie inhaled deeply, trying to catch a whiff of Candy's aroma from my fingers. Holding my hand out longer than necessary for him to take the money the cabbie looked up at me, smiled and said, "Thank you," before driving off. 

We entered the foyer of the club to the sound of a booming bass beat and the loud music hit us in the face when we opened the inner door. We paused several seconds to allow our eyes to adjust to the dimly lit club then found a table. 

The club had three spotlighted stages with women dancing on each in various stages of undress. The center stage was the main venue and had the largest dance floor, and was more like a peninsula extending from the backstage area. The other two stages, one at each far end of the club were smaller and round, about eight feet in diameter. 

The dancers on the center stage came out dressed in gowns, burlesque style, and slowly stripped completely nude during three or four songs. The dancers on the two smaller stages came out in just g-strings and heels and danced for about three songs but were nude by the end of the first, some keeping their heels on into the second song. 

Several of the dancers after finishing their set on one of the stages would move around the club dressed in g-strings and heels and offer lap dances. Or if their customer were interested they'd go through a guarded door into where I assumed the private rooms were. 

The waitresses were also topless except for a white collar with a black bowtie around their neck, and were also wearing just g-strings and heels as they served drinks. 

We were seated near one of the smaller stages, but could see the main stage as well. We watched the girls on stage dance or those around us giving lap dances and checked out the waitresses as they came by. 

Candy commented on the girls we saw; "She's pretty," or "that one has pretty eyes," or "that one has nice hair," or "that one has nice tits," and we agreed the girls with the implants had the ugliest tits. 

Seeing several of the girls had their pubes shaved bare or had just a thin vertical patch extending up over their slit Candy asked, "Do you like a hairless pussy?" 

I responded, "A bare pussy's ok for a change, but it really don't matter. What I don't like is someone whose hair is so thick you need a machete to get through it." 

Candy laughed and said, "I'd keep mine bare for you if you wanted." 

I pulled her to me and gave her a kiss and said, "Then I guess we'll have to shave it and see how it looks." 

Candy held a wad of ones in her hand and every so often went up to the stage to put one or two in the dancers garter, stealing a little feel of her thigh as she did so. 

Near the wall between the large stage and the smaller stage where we sat was a pentagonal shower set up on a small island. When Candy and I had first sat at our table that stage wasn't lit but about fifteen minutes after we'd arrived some subtle lighting came up on it. In fact, except for the stages the club was so dimly lit we hadn't even noticed it until the lights came up. Between songs for the dancers on the main stage the DJ encouraged the audience to clap for a shower dance and it took about twenty minutes for him to be satisfied he'd piqued everyone's interest sufficiently. 

After the second to last song of the dancer currently on the main stage the DJ started encouraging people to move towards the shower and Candy hopped up and said, "Come on, let's get a good spot." Leading me by my hand Candy picked her way through the milling crowd and took two seats just off center in the front row. 

We waited as the last song played out and the dancer left the main stage. The lights over it and the two smaller stages dimmed leaving the shower set the only show as its lights came up a bit more. 
 The seats around the shower were set up in a semi-circle made up of three rows. There were about forty or forty-five people seated in these chairs as the DJ again asked for the audience to clap to encourage the girls to come out. 

He told us the girls would stay in the shower only as long as we threw tips in and the music played and when the music stopped the shower would be over. 

After a couple minutes of building up the act, two young women came through the door against the wall at the rear of the main stage. They were both wrapped in yellow towels and hung them over a bar on the wall next to the steps leading up into the shower. 

One of the two was a very pretty black woman. She was short, slender and petite with large breasts that while natural were out of proportion for her build. And even though her nipples pointed out and slightly upward her breasts were long and hung down on her chest, but not like two saggy bags at all, they were still young and firm looking. She was 5'2", weighed around 115 pounds or so and had straightened hair hanging to her shoulders and a bare pussy. Even her pussy was petite; her inner lips not visible between her outer ones while her clitoral hood poked out near the top nestled between those delicate lips. She adjusted the waters temperature before she and the other woman stepped into the shower. 

The other woman was Asian with soft, subtle features. And if the black woman was petite then she was doll-like. The Asian woman was maybe 4'11", maybe 100 pounds, very small breasted with very dark nipples and no areole coloring at all. Her apparently long dark hair was pulled up and pinned on top of her head. When she was under the lights inside the shower I could see she too was shaved bare but her pussy was...well the only way to describe her pussy is to say it was prominent. The woman's outer lips were thick and full and protruded from her groin more than an inch. Her wide clitoral hood and long, thick inner lips literally bulged out from between her outer lips, as if pushing the outer lips aside to get out. Her clitoral hood was so wide the gap between the inside of each outer lip had to be nearly three quarters of an inch and her inner lips also hung past her outer lips nearly the same length. And when she passed her hand between her legs as the water ran over them those inner lips unfolded like butterfly wings. Evidently the water must have been a little chilly too as the Asian's nipples stood up on her chest like two thick erasers at least one half to three quarters of an inch long. 

In profile to the audience the two women stood face to face. The Asian woman took a bottle of liquid soap from a shelf next to the shower door and poured some over the black woman's chest. Then the black woman took the bottle from her shower partner and poured some out onto her as well. They began to rub the soap over each other's bodies, building up lather with their hands. They ran their hands over each others breasts, chest, bellies and throat for a couple of minutes, more caressing each other than washing, before they changed position.

With her back to the front center panel of the shower the black woman bent over and placed her hands on her knees, thrust her ass out with her pendulous breasts hanging down. The Asian girl poured more soap onto her shower mates back then using her hands washed the other woman before running her hands down, over and between the black woman's ass cheeks and then lower still.

After a bit they switched positions and the black woman did the same to the Asian as she bent over, her ass now pointed towards the center panel. The difference in this part of their act came when the Asian woman turned around and stood facing the center panel. From behind the black woman pressed her body against the Asians and then wrapped her arms around her. The black woman's hands caressed and played with the Asian's nipples as she nibbled her neck. The smaller woman's nipples were so long in their erect state that when the black woman passed her hands over them they actually folded over downwards then flipped back up as her palm's cleared them. With an arm around her playing with one nipple the black woman placed her other hand between the Asian's spread legs soaping her pussy and cleaning it with her fingers. 

Turning to face each other again in profile to the audience, their arms around each other they rubbed their bodies together as they kissed. Then when they separated the black woman took down the shower head and rinsed the soap from their bodies. 

Once rinsed the black woman spread her legs wide as the Asian squatted between them and washed her partner's pussy with re-soaped fingers. Satisfied her snatch was clean the Asian girl took the showerhead from the black gal and rinsed her pussy free of soap. Handing the showerhead back to the woman standing over her she leaned in and stuck her tongue out and licked along the length of the smooth slit. Then with her hands on the black woman's ass she pushed her face hard against the woman's pussy, her tongue pushing between her lips. 

After a minute or so of eating the black woman's pussy the Asian stood and kissed her passionately, using a lot of tongue before turning around and bending over. 

The black woman then squatted and pushed her face between the Asian's cheeks and ate her pussy and ass from behind. The black woman's head moved in a circular motion as she worked her face and tongue into the other woman from the rear.

Throughout the act people were throwing dollar bills into the shower and there had to be close to two hundred fifty dollars on the floor. Not bad for a few minutes work. 

While the two women washed each other I looked at Candy and she sat rapt by the scene playing out in front of us. Later I learned it wasn't the scene itself, although she did admit the shower scene excited her, it was the Asian woman that so caught her attention. 

After the black woman ate the Asian from behind for another minute or so they stood, kissed, rinsed and caressed each other for a bit. 

Then the DJ announced the act was over and to give the artists a hand. The two women collected their tips from the shower floor, exited the shower, wrapped the yellow towels around themselves and went backstage through the door they'd come out of.

After the act Candy and I went back to our table and ordered another round of drinks. As we waited for our order the next set of dancers came out onto the three stages. 

About fifteen minutes later Candy placed her hand on my arm and nodded to her right. I saw the Asian woman from the shower walking around in just heels and a g-string, her long dark hair hanging down almost to her waist. 

Candy caught her eye and signaled her to come over. To hear themselves talk over the booming music they put their heads together for a minute or so. As they talked the Asian looked over at me a time or two, then she nodded. Candy stood and mouthed, "Come on," as the dancer lead the way to the private rooms. 

The club had a no-neck gorilla guarding the door but he just opened it and let us through when he saw the Asian woman with us. 

We went down a hallway and into a small cubicle that had a sofa on one side, a couple chairs on the other, a small table at the back and a curtain for a door, but it was private enough. The whole space was probably no more than nine by ten feet and just slightly better lit than the main part of the club.

The dancer turned to us and said with no hint of an accent, "I usually charge twenty dollars for a private dance but since the lady is also interested I need to charge forty." 

Candy pulled out a hundred and asked, "What does this get us?" 

Taking it the dancer said, "About thirty minutes." 

The music from the main part of the club was piped into the private rooms and as Candy and I sat together on the sofa the Asian girl began to dance. And although she danced well enough I was more interested in just looking at her. 

She really was a doll, her Asian features even more subtle than I'd earlier thought. And also for the first time I noticed her beautiful green eyes and that her hair was so dark she would have to be described as raven haired. As she danced her long hair swirled around her and she did move quite fluidly, her long tresses only adding to the effect. Her nipples while still erect weren't as long as they'd been in the shower but still as thick and dark. The mounds of her breasts were barely discernable and really could be seen only in profile. 

As she danced for us she'd turn this way and that. At times she'd stand with her back to us shaking and jiggling her ass, slapping her cheeks a time or two. Other times she'd face us as she reached between her legs caressing herself through her g-string. And yet at other times with her back to us she'd bend way over and reach back between her legs and drag her hand either between or over her ass cheeks and then downward between her thighs. 

She would trap her long nipples between her fingers with her palms flat on her chest, the dark tips poking out from between them. Several times she took her nipples between thumb and forefinger sometimes pulling them, sometimes times pinching them and yet other times rolling them as she continued to dance for us. 

Our Asian dancer backed her ass onto my lap and gyrated against me for a minute or two, giving me a nice hard-on before getting up and dancing some more. 

She'd face Candy and dance around some before straddling one of Candy's legs as she slid her crotch back and forth on top of it. She'd tease Candy by bringing those tempting nipples just within her mouth's reach then dance away again. 

A snap to her g-string must have been between her legs because one time when she reached down between them she came back up with the end of the part that would cover her pussy in her hand. She'd had her other hand at her hip, where a second snap must have been and when she'd undone it she threw the small cloth g-string onto the chair on the opposite side of the room. 

Now nude but for her heels she repeated her dance caressing herself as she moved. And when she turned her back to us again she gave us a wonderful view of her ass and womanhood bent over as she was with her legs spread wide. 

When the naked woman exposed herself to us like that I felt my girlfriend stiffen. Candy's hand was pressed hard against her pussy through her skirt and her lust filled eyes explored the Asian dancer's body as she moved about. As the nude woman continued to dance before us Candy hiked her skirt up around her waist revealing her own bare sex. 

Noticing Candy's exposure the woman danced almost exclusively for her now, as Candy more than idly fingered herself. 

Watching as Candy masturbated the Asian woman played with one nipple as she faced my girlfriend, spread her feet, bent her knees and thrust her hips forward displaying her pussy as she ran a couple of fingers up and down her slit through her lips in time to Candy's finger movements. Then as she held her outer lips spread with two fingers she used the forefinger of her other hand to nudge her hood covered clit from side to side, eventually pulling the hood back exposing a good part of her fat clit to Candy's, and my eyes. 

I think at that point both Candy and I were thinking the same thing; about how much we'd love to eat the Asian woman's fat meaty pussy right that moment. 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 13



Candy's legs were spread wide as she played with herself when the Asian dancer again sat on and rubbed her pussy against one of those hose covered thighs. 

The two women were looking into each others eyes at this point and as Candy reached out and took one of the Asian's nipples between her fingers, the woman reached down between them and cupped Candy's pussy. Candy leaned forward and while playing with one began to suck on the other thick nipple as the oriental took over fingering Candy's pussy. 

After about two or three minutes of this action Candy pulled the woman's head down and said something into her ear. The Asian nodded then slid off her leg, stood, turned, spread her feet and bent over grabbing her ankles with her hands. Candy slid to the edge of the couch and buried her face in the girl's pussy and ass from behind, her hands on the Asian's hips. 

Candy ate the Asian woman for several minutes then looked at me with her face wet with the dancer's juices and basically demanded, "Take your cock out." 

I opened my pants and the Asian woman pulled them down and off one leg as Candy stood on the sofa and straddled me facing outward, holding her skirt up with one hand and my cock with the other. 

Sitting she pushed her pussy down onto me until she bottomed out and began to ride me at a slow, steady pace. As she slid herself up and down on my cock she didn't move too fast or jerky because the Asian woman was on her knees between my spread legs licking Candy's pussy. 

With the oral attention her pussy was getting as she fucked me Candy came in less then three minutes. After her orgasm she sat still atop me for several seconds then climbed off and sat next to me again, her skirt still around her waist. 

Candy had gotten off of me before I had a chance to cum and was surprised when the dancer went to a drawer on the table and removed a condom and put it on me. 

As she straddled my legs she said, "I don't usually do this but I've never met anyone like you two before, a couple who plays together and it turns me on." 

The Asian woman faced me as she climbed onto my lap on her knees then reached between us and held my cock as she sat down onto it. Damn! Was she tight? And I couldn't believe the way the opening of her pussy squeezed my cock as she slid down. It was like pushing a two inch rod through an inch and three quarter hole. 

She began to fuck herself up and down on my cock as I held onto her tiny waist. Her pussy would slide up until only the head of my cock remained inside her then she would slam herself back down again. 

After a minute of watching as we fucked, Candy got off the sofa and stood behind the Asian dancer then reached around and took hold of the woman's nipples, playing with them. 

As she really got into Candy's nipple play the Asian rode me without moving her upper body but worked her hips up and down on my cock while holding onto the back of the sofa. At one point as she rode me she looked over her shoulder and told Candy in a hoarse voice, "Hurt em." 

Candy began to pull, pinch, stretch and twist the Asian's nipples abusively and in response the dancers breathing changed and she slammed her pussy down onto my cock even harder. 

Moving one hand from her waist I placed the palm of my right hand against her belly with the heel resting on top of her leg, then slid it down until just my two longest fingers reached her very wet crack. I folded my thumb under my palm and lay my fingers in the groove between her outer lip and her hard clit, holding them as steady as possible. As she fucked herself on my cock those fingers rubbed against her clit, adding stimulation. 

Almost immediately the dancer began to fuck herself on my cock faster, calling out, almost pleading with Candy, "Do my nipples harder." 

Candy was already playing with the woman's thick nipples very roughly; twisting, pinching, rolling and pulling them, stretching them out. But yet she demanded even more abuse which Candy delivered. Amazing! 

With my fingers rubbing against her clit as she slammed her pussy down on my cock, her eyes squeezed shut and she began to breathe noisily through clenched teeth saying over and over, "Fuck, shit, fuck, shit." 

I could feel the Asian woman's pussy clenching my cock as she came but before I could cum she suddenly threw herself off my lap onto the sofa beside me. With her legs spread wide she began to slap, literally spank her pussy with one hand as she spread her lips wide open with the other. These were no gentle slaps, the young Asian was spanking her pussy very hard and rapidly, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut, her teeth clenched and her face a grimace. After about a dozen or so slaps she came again, humping her hips up to meet her slapping hand until her orgasm ebbed and she laid breathing heavily on the sofa. The dancer's pussy was a bright crimson from the spanking it had taken and her tiny breasts were red from Candy's rough nipple play. 

Candy and I were both watching her, neither of us having ever seen someone so violent with themselves in their masturbation before. 

Realizing I hadn't gotten off Candy pulled the condom from my cock and began to go down on me. I stopped her and said, "Let's wait until we get back to the hotel and can start over again, ok?" 

Candy nodded and moved over to the dancer. The Asian was still lying on the sofa breathing heavily with her wide spread feet on the floor. Squatting next to the sofa Candy leaned over the seat and placed her arm across the woman's waist and asked, "Good for you?" 

The dancer opened one eye, looked at Candy, laughed then hugged her. Sitting up she said, "I've danced for couples before but the woman's always just watched from the other chair as I danced for her man. They didn't even want me dancing for them, just wanted it for the guy. I think they were just trying to keep their man happy. But you two...damn!" Then she asked, "Do you guys live in town?" 

Candy answered sadly, "No." 

The tiny dancer said, "Pity," then got off the sofa, picked up her g-string and put it back on. 

I'd pulled my pants and underwear back up as the two women talked and straightened themselves up. 

The dancer said, "I can't believe I'm doing this," and offered Candy her money back saying, "I had too much fun to charge for it." 

Candy said, "No, that's for you, keep it." 

The woman got up on her tip toes and kissed Candy and when she turned to me I gave her another hundred and said, "Thank you, we won't soon forget you. And you're right; it's a pity we don't live in town." 

After that Candy and I went straight back to our hotel and spent the next few hours reliving the entire episode and fucking like two randy teens. All my business trips should have been as entertaining.



My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 14



This is the final chapter in the look back at my long term affair with Candy. It's the final chapter because sadly this is where the story ends. Candy came into my life unexpectedly and left in almost the same manner. 

We'd been having a great time together, an epic affair. Candy and I had been involved for a bit more than five and a half years, sexually for all but the first eight months of this time when our relationship was strictly business related. Unfortunately the affair wasn't to last and when the end came it came suddenly and was ugly but necessary. 

Over the life of our affair we'd grown together and had shared a lot, not just sexually but intellectually, personally and emotionally as well. Candy and I were as close as any two people could possibly be, married or otherwise. And like any couple we had our highs and our lows but throughout we always felt we wanted to be together, even if just for a little while given we were both married to others. But we made the best of our situation and were comfortable with it.

What's more I was truly in love with Candy. But I also loved my wife, just not enough to remain faithful. The difference in my love, desire, respect and admiration for these two women was so small it would be impossible to measure. But if pressed to make a choice that choice would be my wife. It was a decision that deep down I knew someday I'd have to make but hoped 'someday' would never come. 

For the relatively short time she was I appreciated having Candy in my life. To be absolutely truthful about it I not only appreciated it but was thankful and recognized how fortunate I was to have had Candy in my life at all. I'd never known anyone, my wife included, who was as open, sensual, sexual and passionate about life as she was. Candy was truly one in a million. With her and through her I experienced a wealth of living life to its fullest. 

The rest of this story is being told as a kind of therapy, so if you're not interested in the gory details this may be a good place to stop reading. 

One day we were lying back against the headboard of her bed catching our breath after another vigorous round of lovemaking when I noticed Candy wasn't her usual spirited self. 

In fact for the past few weeks I'd noticed from time to time short periods where Candy was moody. Seemingly at times she was morose, lost in thought or otherwise utterly distracted. As these states of mind seemed to become more frequent and also seemed to lengthen in duration each time they occurred, I grew increasingly more concerned. 

That day prior to and during our lovemaking Candy had been her usual self; vivacious, eager and passionate. But after we'd made love her mood changed and she sat against the headboard looking down at her hands as they played with the embroidered flower on her bedspread. She was pulling at the threads of the flower not really seeing what she was doing. 

Her mood seemed contemplative and thinking she may have been having troubles in her business I asked but she shook her head and said, "No, that's fine, in fact business is great." 

I hadn't seen Richard, her 'married to for convenience' husband, for several days so thinking something may have been wrong I asked about him. 

She looked at me with soulful eyes and responded, "No, Richard's fine too." 

"Jocelyn?" asking about her long time female lover.

Candy just shook her head as she looked back down, looking but still not seeing what her hands were doing. 

"Look Candy I know something's bothering you, has been for a while. Care to talk about it?" 

She didn't answer, her fingers just continued to pull at the stitched flower. 

In all our time together I'd never seen Candy acting as she'd recently been; something was definitely going on. I sat in thought, questioning myself on what I had missed in the past few weeks, what was it that was bothering Candy? What had happened in her life, in her business that could be the cause of these moods? When Candy finally got around to it the subject of the question she asked was not even vaguely among those I had considered. 

Several minutes of silence had passed since I'd offered to talk about what was bothering her when Candy asked without looking at me, "What would you say if I left Richard and asked you to leave Helen and marry me?"

Stunned I sat there, Candy's question echoing in my head, a question that had come out of the sun and hadn't seen headed my way at all. During our affair nothing we'd ever said to each other even remotely hinted at anything along these lines. In fact the contexts of any discussions we may have had on the subject were quite the contrary, with Candy's stance consistently being strongly against making any changes in our respective personal lives. 

For whatever reason, and I certainly can't explain why, the first thought in my mind after her question was, 'Well...it looks like 'someday' has finally arrived'. And strangely, given the question bouncing around inside my head, I also vaguely recalled a conversation Richard and I had along these very lines a couple of years earlier while sitting in a bar. 

After saying nothing in response for a lengthy period Candy said, "Well, I guess your silence tells me what I want to know." 

I turned to her, took her hand then said, "Candy look, I'm just surprised by this that's all. We've no secrets, you know what I am; I'm a no good bastard. I play around on the woman I claim to love and do all kind of things I shouldn't behind her back. If I left her for you what makes you think I wouldn't play around on you or leave you someday too?" 

I know, I know. Telling Candy that was inexcusably lame but still my heart broke as I watched a single tear run down her cheek along her nose. 

Going on I said, "You know there's no question I love you and that I love Helen too. But she's the mother of my children, we've been together for a very long time and she's put up with a lot of nonsense from me; she's earned the extra consideration. And frankly, and I've been up front about this, my love for you is different than it is for Helen. I love you much more than as a friend, but not as deeply as a life partner. But that's only because my wife is in my life. If she weren't then I'd accept your offer without hesitation, eagerly and happily. But I can't." 

Candy nodded as more tears ran down her face, one dripping from her chin. After a couple of sniffles she said, "I know this was out of the blue but I've been thinking about it for a while now and...and hoped you loved me as much as I love you." 

Pulling Candy to me she pushed her face against my chest and placed her arm across me. As we sat in silence, my arms around her I could feel her body shaking as she sobbed. 

After she'd calmed down some I said, "Candy I do love you. We both know what we have when it started out was based purely on sex, nothing more than that at the time. But since then it has evolved into more than just sex, very much more. We've had great times together and have come to know each other better than most people do in these type relationships. Feelings have developed between us, deep feelings. And I've freely admitted my love for you many times, but it's not the kind of love I feel for my wife. I know that sounds hypocritical and selfish of me sitting here in your bed saying that after what we've just done, but it's the truth." 

She didn't lift her head but instead just nodded and continued to cry. 

Except for Candy's crying, a few minutes of silence passed. Then she turned her head to lay the side of it against my chest and said between sniffles, "I know how we started and what's happened since then. In the beginning like usual I went into this for the fun of it. And even though I was attracted to you right from the start, from when I first saw you in Dallas making that speech I didn't intend on falling in love with you...but I did. I guess I've always wanted it both ways. I've never wanted a permanent relationship with a man, but I also didn't want to be alone. And I've also never been with a man as long as I've been with you, besides Richard I mean, but that's different. And even though I've never had a problem being the 'other woman', I swore to myself a long time ago I wouldn't be one of 'those' women...someone who asked men to leave their wives for me. That was...until you came into my life." Then Candy began to sob heavily again, her body shaking as she lay against me.

My head was swimming and I felt terrible for how this conversation and the overall situation were affecting Candy. She laid against me hugging me tightly as sobbing racked her body. My arms were around her shoulders, my cheek resting against the top of her head as I thought about what she'd said. 

Then softly I said, "You know Candy, no matter what happens I'll always be there for you." 

Again she only nodded her head against my chest. 

After another minute or so of silence had passed I asked, "Candy...given the way you feel...would it be better if we took a break from each other for awhile?" 

Candy snapped her head up, looked at me with a tear streaked face and said sharply, "No! Even if I can't have you with me all the time I still want you in my life. I don't want to give you up. I need you with me. Please just forget I'd said anything, anything at all about it. I need you here, just like we've always been together. We don't need to make any changes. Ok?" 

I nodded then gently pressed her head back down onto my chest. And even while doubting the wisdom of this decision said, "Ok then." 

We carried on for nearly another three weeks but Candy's moods didn't change. If anything they got worse and the episodes of her brooding occurred with more frequency. And while during work she was the consummate professional, after work she was drinking to excess almost nightly and at times was downright depressed. 

I tried talking to her about what she was doing to herself but she'd hear nothing of it, not wanting to talk about it at all, denying there was any problem whatsoever. My concern for Candy's wellbeing, not only physical but mental grew by the day. I could see the path we were on was headed for disaster unless something were done, and done soon. And since I couldn't get through to her, couldn't help her myself, I knew what had to be done. 

But I didn't want to have to do it...not this. Once again it was my selfishness trying to play a part in the decision making process. And even though I'd told myself I was doing this for Candy's wellbeing which for the most part was true, apparently not all my reasons were entirely altruistic. More than I'd care to admit that realization bothered me. Nevertheless I knew I had to put my personal feelings aside and get past the fog of my own egotism. 

What was clear was the reality of me not leaving my wife was eating at Candy a bit more each day. The truth of the matter was although Candy had said she still wanted me to be in her life it wasn't what she really wanted our relationship to be like anymore. And in this case not having what she wanted was having a terrible affect on her. The status quo of the past five plus years was no longer acceptable to Candy, although she may not have even been aware of that truth except on a subconscious level. 

Despite my love for her being as the song goes, 'river deep and mountain high' I made up my mind I'd have to leave Candy for her own health and sanity. But the very idea of letting Candy go scared the hell out of me, just as the idea of leaving my wife did. 

Frankly for me the whole situation was a Gordian Knot; I couldn't decide which idea scared me more. And if I wasn't careful I could lose both women. But to some degree the issue had already been decided when I'd told Candy that Helen had 'earned the extra consideration', which was true. 

So since Candy knew I wouldn't leave my wife and she was having such a difficult time dealing with it, I felt it wouldn't be right for me to stay with her. The irony of the situation was leaving Candy would hurt her, but staying would hurt her more. In my mind that left but one option. But because of my own nagging selfishness I needed someone to tell me this was the right thing to do. So knowing I'd be going in circles trying to talk with Candy about it anymore I decided to talk to the two people closest to her; Richard and Jocelyn.

We met at a park near Jocelyn's home because we didn't want to meet someplace where Candy might pop up unexpectedly and then have to explain what we were doing. We sat at one of the picnic tables under a shelter across the road from the lake to talk. 

It surprised me Richard was already aware of Candy's decision to leave him if I'd agreed to her proposal. But he explained it away by saying, "You know the circumstances of our marriage, really I understand. With me it's a pretend marriage and I would have given Candy a divorce if that's what she wanted." 

We talked it over for quite a bit, more than two and a half hours in fact. We discussed all the options we could think of on how to remedy this problem, including some of the ones we'd already tried and failed at. In the end we mutually agreed despite how difficult it would be it would be best if I stepped out of the picture for awhile. But as they both pointed out to me, although it was a group discussion the final decision was mine. 

So thinking of Candy's wellbeing I reluctantly made the only decision I could. Besides I got what I needed out of it; someone telling me it was the 'right' thing to do. 

The decision now made we agreed I'd go to Candy's house when we left the park and tell her while Jocelyn and Richard waited up the street to step in and be with her afterwards. 

I took a moment to remove the key to Candy's home from my key ring. But before I gave it up I held it between thumb and forefinger and stared at it. Stared at it like it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen; this symbol of what I was relinquishing.  

Reaching out I placed the key into Jocelyn's palm and watched as her fingers closed around it. In my mind it was as if I could hear the echoing sound of a heavy door slamming shut when her hand closed completely. 

Jocelyn, with tears in her eyes, placed her other hand against my face and said, "Poor baby, I know this is going to be hard on you too. I know how you feel about Candy, and I know how much you really do love her." Then she stood up on her tip toes, wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me for several seconds then kissed my cheek. 

After that we walked over to where the three of us had parked. Jocelyn hugged me again before getting into her car, leaving the park first. As we watched her drive away I said to Richard, "You know some time ago we talked about this happening. Remember?" 

He nodded, replying solemnly, "Yeah. I remember." Then after several moments added, speaking sincerely, "Bill I'm really sorry it came to this. What was it now? Five years?" 

Nodding I said, "More or less." 

Richard looked at me with sad eyes and said, "You know Candy really does love you." His words were really more a statement of fact than a question of whether I was aware of Candy's love. 

"I know. And truth be known I love her too, but...," and I really didn't know what else to say, so I let the last word hang there. 

Nothing else was said for nearly another minute when Richard commented, "This is going to hurt Candy."

I didn't respond, or rather I couldn't respond for quite a bit. Internally my emotions were in turmoil and I was battling to get them under control. And even though I thought I had them in check, when I finally spoke my voice still betrayed the rawness of those emotions. My head barely moved as I nodded in agreement and said, "I know. I wish there were another way...any other way. But if there is the three of us couldn't see it." Pausing another ten or so seconds I asked as I looked away from Richard, looked towards some children playing on a swing set off to my right, "Do you remember I once told you someone always gets hurt when these things end?" 

Richard nodded and responded, "Uh huh."

After pausing for a couple of heartbeats as I fought back tears I said, my voice breaking, "Well...this time everyone gets hurt."

We stood together silently for another minute or two then Richard patted me on the shoulder and then walked to the drivers side of his car. After he'd gotten in Richard rolled the window down and said, "You know what I'd said earlier was the truth. If Candy wanted a divorce to marry you, I'd have given her one. Hell I'd have walked her down the aisle and given her away to you at the wedding. Her happiness is what's important to me. And if nothing else you did make Candy happy." 

"Her happiness and her health are important to me too Richard. And believe it or not it's why I'm doing this." And after several long seconds I added, "But I had to make a choice and it's not always easy." 

Richard stared up at me for almost five full seconds then nodded and drove off. 

Now came the tricky part. I knew Candy had to pull herself out of this nosedive she was in and the only way for that to happen was to not be in her life for a while. We'd tried turning things around with me in her life and it just wasn't working, we weren't getting anywhere and the situation just continued to worsen. The way I saw it there was no other choice. And although I didn't really feel it was a possibility I hoped this wouldn't turn into some kind of fatal attraction situation. 

Talk about having feet of clay. Watching as Richard drove away I had to will my legs to move so I could walk around and get into my SUV. It took much longer than it should have but about two minutes after Richard had drove off I finally backed out of the parking slot and went to do this...this despicable thing. 

While driving to Candy's home the final reality set in; my mind screaming at me, "Oh my God, I'm leaving Candy." Who was I kidding? I knew deep down when I went to her house this evening I wouldn't be leaving Candy 'for a while'. This would be permanent and it was killing me, I was dying inside. But I had to think of Candy. This would be hard on her too and I was glad she'd have Jocelyn and Richard there for her afterwards. 

Arriving at her house unannounced at seven I rang the doorbell and when she let me in Candy didn't even ask why I hadn't used my key. We exchanged a few pleasantries and I studied Candy as we walked through the foyer and into her living room. I could see nothing had changed; her mood was as it had been for some time now. I was thankful to see although she had been drinking she wasn't anywhere near drunk; Candy would have her wits about her for this. I wouldn't have gone through with it had she been drunk; I needed Candy to be coherent, to understand. 

But really I guess the truth is again I was just being selfish. I was glad I wouldn't have to put this off because frankly I'm not sure I could have worked up the courage a second time to do this. 

Holding Candy's hand between mine as we sat on the sofa I said in a soft voice, "Everyone's very worried about the way you've been behaving lately. The drinking to excess, the moping around, and the mood swings. I know what it's about too." 

"Oh really, they are, huh? Well there's no problem here and I've been behaving just fine. I've told you this a hundred times. I wish you'd just drop it because I don't know what the hell you're talking about." 

"Candy if you truly believe that then you're in denial. I know I'm the cause of all this...this heartache, the way you're feeling right now, this moment, the reason you're acting the way you have been." 

Candy abruptly pulled her hand from between mine, crossed her arms in front of her, gave me a sideward glance and commented with a short derisive, "Huh!" 




My Sweet Candy Habit Ch. 14



Ignoring her remark I went on softly, "I've tried, I've really tried. I would have loved that sometime during the past few weeks things would have turned around for you, but they haven't. And since I can't pull you out of this...this despair and you're unwilling to help yourself, the people who care most about you, myself included thought it best I not see you again for awhile. At least until you get your life back on track, then we'll see." 

Candy's head snapped around and she looked at me with fear and pain on her face and in her eyes. 

My God those eyes, those wonderful eyes. So much of the real Candy had been revealed to me through these windows to her soul. With all the hours I'd spent lost in them I'd seen so much in those beautiful brown eyes of hers. I'll miss looking into them most of all I think. 

My heart ached as she almost pleaded, "Really I'm...I'm not...there's no problem here. I told you. Really, there's nothing wrong...nothing at all wrong with me," then gave a half-hearted smile. 

We sat in silence for several moments looking into each others eyes. Through tears hers searched mine until she saw I was serious about what I'd said. Then she abruptly stood and I followed suit. 

Then there was crying, screaming, being called several things I'd have preferred not being called, begging, kicking, and a couple smacks across the face...mine. But eventually she wore herself out and plopped down heavily into a chair. 

Sitting on the edge of the chair Candy hung her head and held her face in her hands as she cried, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. 

By prearranged signal I pulled out my cell phone and pressed the talk button to dial the last number called...Jocelyn's. This signal would bring her and Richard to the house but they'd wait outside until after I'd left and then come in. 

I slipped the phone back into my pocket then said, "Candy, for what its worth I never meant to hurt you. Never in a million years would I intentionally do such a thing, and its killing me knowing I did just that. But just by being here is reminding you things aren't going to change and you just can't accept that. I have no choice, I have to do this." 

Then I walked over to the chair Candy was seated in, squatted in front of her and with my finger lifted her head by her chin to face me. Looking into her teary eyes I said, "Regardless of whatever happens there are three things you can count on and should never forget...ever. I'll always be your friend no matter what and want only the best for you; if there's ever anything you need I'm a just phone call away and lastly but certainly not least...I'll always care about you and will miss you terribly." Leaning in I kissed her forehead and then rose and walked to and out the front door without looking back, even though my heart was breaking as I heard Candy sobbing heavily sitting in the chair where I'd left her. 

But oh how I wanted to go back. How I wanted to take Candy into my arms and console her, to tell her how sorry I was for hurting her. To tell her I was wrong and that I could never leave her, never give her up...that I loved her. But since I knew I wouldn't leave my wife for her I couldn't do that. For once in my life I couldn't be selfish.

When I stepped out through Candy's front door Richard and Jocelyn were standing in the little rock garden by the walkway. They both looked at me as I walked by but I just couldn't face them. I was ashamed of what I had done, that we were in this situation because of me, that I had hurt Candy so badly. Not a word was spoken between us as I walked to my SUV and drove off. 

As I drove away from Candy's home it was my turn to cry and I'm not embarrassed to admit that. The tears came and I had to park out by the river to collect myself before going home. The sense of loss I felt couldn't have been any greater than if I'd lost any other loved one. Inside I felt empty, hollow, distraught and downright dead. Thinking of how just a few minutes ago I'd left Candy in the chair sobbing only made me feel that much worse. And it really came as no surprise to me to realize it wouldn't be the sex I'd miss, it would be Candy herself. 

I've already admitted to having had numerous affairs over the course of my, at this time twenty-five year marriage. And during this time I've broken up with probably a score of women. But I'd never before been affected so deeply by a breakup as I was for this one, and I didn't like the way it felt. As they say, I guess I was finally getting a dose of my own medicine.

For the next few weeks Candy's number appeared in the caller ID of my cell phone often but keeping my word to Richard and Jocelyn I didn't answer, although it was hard as hell not to. By agreement we were waiting for Candy to get through this before I'd take her calls again. Jocelyn or Richard would let me know when that time had come. I also deleted her voicemails unheard, positive I'd not be able to keep away after hearing her voice. 

Almost two months passed when one day my cell phone rang and it was Jocelyn. We spoke several minutes and she let me know although at first it was rough things had eventually turned out well for Candy. She had continued a downward spiral for almost three weeks after our last talk, staying drunk almost the entire time. During this time she whined I never called or returned her calls. And because I didn't she had started saying all kind of vile things about me, sometimes venomously and with a lot of hatred and vitriol. To keep her from going over the edge on that issue Jocelyn said she sat her down and explained to Candy that she and Richard had asked me not to take her calls for awhile. 

My chest ached hearing Candy had had such a difficult time of it. And even though I hurt too, that didn't ease even a little bit the pain I felt for Candy and the suffering she was going through. 

Jocelyn went on saying, "Me and Richard took our share of verbal abuse from Candy too. About us butting into her life, about how if we'd stayed out of it you'd still be around." 

Tightly squeezing my eyes closed I said, "I'm sorry. I really wished that hadn't happened. You two shouldn't have had to go through that because of me. But it sounds like Candy's still having problems adjusting." 

Jocelyn said, "Don't worry about it, we expected it really. At some point we knew Candy would turn on us and somehow make it our fault. We were ready for it. And yeah, at that point she was still in denial. But she was almost done, almost through it and would turn the corner soon. That turn came one day when she started talking about you and her as someone would a fond memory, reminiscing." 

During our conversation Jocelyn said early on Candy had also gone through a destructive phase throwing and breaking things. But that didn't last long and by the end of the first month had started pulling herself out of it. 

Jocelyn went on, "She dried out, threw herself back into her work and eventually stopped talking about 'us'. You know...you and her." 

"Hmm," was all I could think of to say. 

Then she told me, "Believe it or not Candy's been celibate since you left. Even with me she won't do anything more than allow me to cuddle with her." 

And that truly surprised me given how passionate Candy is. 

"How have you been?" Jocelyn asked sympathetically. 

"Under the circumstances, about as you'd expect." 

"I hope you know how sorry I am this happened."

"I know. Thank you." Then after a pause I added, speaking in a choked whisper, "Jocelyn, I miss Candy so much. 

Jocelyn replied, the emotion evident as she spoke, "I know you miss her; I can hear it in your voice."

I paused another second or so, deciding whether or not to share my doubt with her then said, "Sometimes I think I made a mistake not leaving my wife for her."

"Well...that was the decision you made. Was it the right one? Only you can answer that." Then there was a long silence, a sniffle, then she said, "Anyway she'd like to see you, to say goodbye." 

I didn't say anything for a long time then finally said, "I don't think seeing Candy at this time is a good idea." 

Jocelyn replied, "At first I didn't either but now I feel Candy wants closure, she needs this. She said you got your chance to say goodbye, she just wants to be able to do the same." 

It took a bit but Jocelyn eventually convinced me to meet with Candy one last time. 

We met two days later at of all places the zoo. I waited, seated at one of the café's tables and stood as Candy walked towards me about ten minutes later. When I'd seen her emerge from the throng looking so beautiful my heart went to my throat.

I held her chair as she sat then said, "You're looking well." 

Candy smiled demurely replying, "Thank you." 

She removed her sunglasses and put them into her purse. Then we sat silently looking at each other across the table for nearly half a minute. In her eyes I could see there was still something there, that she still felt something positive for me. And since the flame of my love for her still burned brightly, I know I certainly felt something for her as well. 

Then Candy said, "I understand now why you thought you had to do what you did. And I also believe what you did was probably the most noble thing anyone's ever done for me. I want to thank you for your consideration, for thinking of me. My only wish is that it would have ended differently but I'm ready to move on now." 

I nodded then asked, "Is there someone in your life?" 

She gave a small laugh and said, "You know me; I always have someone in my life." 

Knowing differently I nonetheless told her, "Good, I'm happy for you."

Candy smiled weakly and slightly nodded her head once or twice. 

Then I said, "I'd like to thank you too. I want to thank you for the best five years of my life." Before I'd spoken I hadn't realized how emotional those words would make me, so I had to pause for several seconds before following up with, "Candy, that wasn't said lightly, I truly meant it."

Apparently Candy's emotions were as raw as mine. She tried to say, "You're welcome," but her voice couldn't carry it off so her lips just mouthed the words. 

Silence passed between us for several long, long seconds as we looked into each others eyes then I asked, "Do you remember the three things I asked you to never forget?" 

Candy closed her eyes and nodded. 

I asked, "Do you believe I meant them?" 

With a weak little smile she looked at me and said, her voice quavering, "I know you did." 

"Then there's something else I'd like you to remember too and believe just as strongly."

"Oh?" she asked, her eyebrows arching.

"Regardless of whatever happens and no matter how much time passes you'll always be with me, a part of me. In here," I said as I patted my hand against my shirt over my heart.

Candy's eyes closed as she nodded her head for two or three seconds then they opened again.

We sat looking into each others eyes for another five or ten seconds when Candy said, her voice a bit stronger now, "You know I'm glad we met and thankful for our time together. I think I'd have missed something important and special if we hadn't met." 

My heart breaking all over again I replied, "I know what you mean Candy, I feel the same way. But it was a special time because of you. You are one very special lady." 

Candy replied softly with a simple, "Thank you." 

My now former girlfriend sat for a few seconds more then abruptly stood and I followed more slowly. We stood facing each other across the table for several seconds more. A lot of things were silently said as we looked into each others face and searched each others eyes, each of us looking for...something. I think if that moment had lasted a couple of heartbeats longer I'd have broken down and this story would have had a much different ending.

But then Candy's face took on a renewed resolve. She took a deep breath, lifted her head a little higher, thrust out her hand and said, "No hard feelings, ok? And good luck." 

I looked down, staring at her outstretched hand like a dummy for two or three seconds then reached out and took it in mine. Looking back up into her face as we shook hands I nodded and said, "Same to you Candy." 

As she turned to leave I noticed in the sunlight the smallest tear just beginning to roll down her cheek and then watched as she walked out of my life, hoping she hadn't noticed the tear in mine.

I stood behind the café table and watched her back as she walked away, watched as she brought one hand up to her face, watched as the regal figure of Candy disappeared back into the crowd. Then speaking just loud enough for myself to hear I said, "Goodbye my love."

In the years that have passed since that day on occasion we do still see each other in business or social settings, but outwardly it's nothing anywhere near what we once had. When we see each other we're cordial, friendly but not overly so, more like we're nodding acquaintances. And honestly that's the best way, although it's difficult, so very difficult being so near yet so far away. Because despite distance and the years I still love Candy and do miss her terribly. 

And while this may only be wishful thinking on my part; even though we act like we barely know each other when we're at the same function or even in the same room, it has the feel of being just that...an act. It seems the way we've tacitly chosen to 'act' cordially and friendly around others is forced, not natural. Others, not aware of our history, have even commented to me about 'sensing' an underlying tension between us. I never explain to anyone about our affair but usually respond with something like, "Really? I've never noticed that." But the way we still look at each other across a room or across a table, a seemingly chosen word here or there, a caress when we shake hands; yes, our mutual passion and desire for each other still lies there just below the surface. But again like I said, all this may just be wishful thinking on my part.

And when I see her with other men I admit to feeling pangs of jealousy. But when this happens I allow myself just a bit of arrogance; thinking if I wanted to I could go over to Candy and with just a few words take her from them. 

But could I really? Even though I've just said our feelings for each other lie just below the surface so much time has passed now, who knows if Candy would leave with me. Who knows if that's true? Anymore. 

And sometimes I catch her staring. Looking into her eyes I can still see so much there, before one of us looks away. And yes occasionally she catches me staring too. 

Jocelyn and I still talk every month or so. She keeps me abreast of what's happening with Candy. Is she ok, safe, healthy...happy. 

Today, July 2005, Candy's still with Richard and after him Jocelyn's still her number one love. But I hear she hasn't been involved in any long term relationships with a man since our late 1997 breakup. 

I'm not saying I ruined her for other men, I'm not that good at it and certainly don't think that I am. But I feel Candy's more trying to protect her feelings from that kind of hurt again than anything else. Frankly I think it's a shame because this is a women who has so much of herself to give and shouldn't have to guard her feelings that closely. 

That day, the day Candy asked me to marry her I told her an unmitigated untruth when I'd said, "I love you much more than as a friend, but not as deeply as a life partner." That was an outright lie, and I knew it when I said it. 

Most women and some men wouldn't understand this. But I honestly believe it is possible to love two women equally, both deeply, both passionately and want to be committed to and be with both just the same. 

I believe this because in my lifetime I have loved like that. But unfortunately the reality is life just doesn't work that way, we can't always have what we want. No matter how difficult it is sometimes a choice has to be made. 

As I said at the beginning of this story; call it fate, kismet, chance, coincidence or something else. But whatever you want to call it...sometimes she turns out to be a real bitch.