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A Mistake

By: MacBookWriter



(Everyone in this story of legal age 18+)
(This Story Is Purely Fictional. The characters in this story are not real. This story is made up and in no way a re-telling of events. Because they never took place.
Thank you and enjoy.)




"What do you mean I can't check in to my room? Its' my room, I paid for it!"

There Lizzy was, bags lying on the floor in front of the front desk counter of a hotel in Vegas and she couldn't get into her room on a technicality, some one's mistake.

The clerk behind the desk cleared his throat his long fingers slammed on the keyboard working quickly double checking all the facts. Looking at all the small details making sure he had not missed anything that was no mistakes were made.

"Ma'am, the room and credit card is registered under a Tanya-"

The young lady who was now furious at the counter interrupted the clerk; a friend and co-worker of hers stood in line waiting for his turn.

"-Yes it is, because she is staying with me in the room, she is my colleague and is not coming till tomorrow night. I need the room to get our preparation set for this week when she gets in."

The clerk sighed

"Ma'am can you call her and get her to add you into the room as part of your reservation so we can check you in?"

The young lady sighed, her anger quickly faded and depression finally hit her. She sighed as her head tilted down. She replied in a soft tone, "I don't think that will be possible, She traveling in tonight from over sea's. I can try, but I don't think it's possible

She was a beautiful girl, dark brown hair, and a great body. Her chest was nearly bursting out of the tank top she wore. The clerk who was trying to get her a room couldn't help but sneak a peak from time to time, he was probably star struck by this "very gifted" lady.

The friend in line walked up to the counter.

"Lizzy, take my room.... Can I add her to my room reservation and just get two beds until Tanya gets here tom?"

The clerk snapped back into work mode as he went back to his computer.

"Name sir?" The clerk asked looking down at his work station.

The man replied back" First name L like love, last name is J, like July."

The clerk typed away as Lizzy looked up at L.J. He was a tall guy, very well built and extremely handsome with jet black hair. Lizzy was the girl who got him the job at her advertising company she worked for. Best referral she ever made. L.J. was a smooth talker and could sell anything to anyone and mostly was the face of their little group of misfit co-workers.

She had to admit being with him would have been great; he was always sweet and was always that knight in shining armor quality whenever things go wrong. She was worried though; any hint of romantic involvement and it would be both of them out of a job. No tolerance for inner dept. romance especially since she was his gateway into the business.

L.J. looked down at Lizzy, she was stunned, he guesses from being left out in the cold by her roommate. He tried to snap her out of the trance with a nudge of his elbow. "So yeah you take my room. I'll be on the table's anyways. It's my home town, how can I not drop a couple grand here?"

Lizzy collected herself as she protested" No L.J. I couldn't take your room, it's unfair when you had nothing to do with this stupid mistake."

The clerk behind the counter who had been checking in L.J.took his credit card and I.D.

"Lizzy, I'm not twelve, were both grownups. Send me a text before you fall asleep and I will just sleep in my clothes for the night. When you leave for the conference setup tom I'll shower up and get ready. You'll owe me, again" he laughed a little as the clerk passed back an envelope. L.J. extracted two room keys.

"L.J. you know this is going to look bad for both of us." Lizzy had an undertone of fear in her voice.

L.J. turned to her now. He stared directly into her eyes and will all seriousness said to her. "Fuck um, and what they may think. You need help, that's all that matters to me."

Lizzy blushed lightly as her tan olive skin covered most of it. L.J. turned as he grabbed his large military style sack and Lizzy grabbed her bag. They both walked up to the room. The walk there was long and very awkward as L.J. and Lizzy never even turned to each other the entire walk. Just more awkward moments of the fact that they would be sharing a room; this feeling that was in the air was thick and they both knew what it was. It was the sexual tension between the two it was always around between them but this time it was in the front of their thoughts. But after roaming the halls a bit they finally found the room. L.J. popped in the electronic key card and popped the door open. To their surprise the room was a single king.

L.J. walked in completely to the room, "Dam idiot at the desk still gave me a king." He said almost happy that it was just the one king but trying to sound annoyed. He sat down on the edge of the bed grabbing the house phone and dialing the operator. "Yes can I get the front desk please" Lizzy took the chance to relax. She put her bag down on the floor and laid down across the huge bed her arm brushing past L.J. She felt a little dirty doing it, but she had to seem like business as usual, and flirting was apart of their daily rituals.

L.J. was too involved with front desk to return the gesture or even give a witty comeback. He smiled as he leaned into the bed frame and laid back. "No I don't believe you understand me, I asked for two beds. I know I requested a king when I made the reservation, but I need two beds. You're sold out. Not possible it's......" L.J. paused. The discussion continued for a few minutes back and forth. Finally L.J. wrapped it up "Please, if you can, I will be coming down stairs in a short while. The person sharing my room will be in here though. She will be in the room until we can get the change. Thank you." L.J. turned to face Lizzy as he scratched his head in frustration.

"Lizzy front desk is going to call back when a room opens up in an hour, they will send a bag boy for our inconvenience, and he'll take our bags to the new room with new keys. I'm going to head down stairs though going to play some Blackjack." L.J. stood up as he walked in to the bathroom briefly to splash himself with cold water.

Lizzy stretched out across the bed. She had a lot of work to do, but she would do it quickly. The boss and all the rest of the group were flying in tom and Lizzy was the queen of getting work done early and relaxing afterward. "L.J. I might take a long bath in a while after I get everything done, so please knock if you need to get back in." The sink in the bathroom shut off as L.J. emerged his hair moist from splashing it.

"Of course, you need the rest though, enjoy the room as long as we have got it for now..." This calm mentality sickened them both. There were both dieing inside for each other. L.J. walked over and searched through his bag on the bed for his wallet and put it in his back pocket. He leaned back up and looked down at Lizzy for a moment the idea of just taking her right then and there came into his head. He was getting excited at just the thought. He shook the feeling and walked for the door.

Lizzy's heart started to race though, she didn't want him to leave. She just watched him walk to the door almost in slow motion. L.J. himself felt like he walked away a little slower, his mind was obsessed with turning around and just filling his desire, and just being with Lizzy. He was longing for her touch, but he still continued on. His hand slowly reached out for the door. The cold door knob sent a large shock to his body. Time slowed down to a slow crawl for the two. Lizzy was dying of heat though her body yearned for his touch she was literally melting in her own skin; she gripped the bed sheets tightly with all her strength her body tensed up. L.J. felt frozen by time. Almost turning back every single moment to give in to his animal instinct, his hand turned the door knob. Lizzy took a deep breath; her body was ready as she shivered. She started to breath heavily...."please".

Her body shouted "Please!"; "Please take me!" she remained silent though. L.J. took a deep breath as he walked out of the room. His body felt in pain, his mind raced now rather than seconds, he felt the world pass by in minute intervals. He slowly trekked down the hall his feet felt heavy, he walked and his body felt even heavier, if he wasn't too careful he would faint. This continued till he got Lizzy's naked image from his head and finally went down to the main casino floor.

Lizzy heard his footsteps, she felt very alone for a moment, and her mind wandered, and everything went through her mind. The thought of L.J stayed with her. She slowly released her grip as she sat up. She just stared blankly. The house phone suddenly rang and Lizzy snapped out of her trance. She leaned over and grabbed the phone.

"Hello this is Lizzy:"

The phone sounded very static as a feminine voice emerged over the line" Hey Liz, it's me Tanya."

Lizzy surprised answers back "Hey babe, how did you know I was in here?"

"L.J. called the embassy here and relayed that they have them relay a non emergency...um... urgent response relay message thing." That was Tanya for you, always that scatter brain Lizzy thought. Never details only the general warped picture from her.

"Well whatever they got a hold of me and I am calling on a S.A.T. phone which some how stands for satellite phone." Tanya was a very tall red head with very long legs. She was in the country Brazil at the moment. She was researching a product they were going to be advertising very soon. Her business there was talking to the company that had hired their firms services. She was the other pretty face that got the products into our hands to work with.

Tanya continued "So I heard you're shacking up with L.J. for the moment."

Lizzy was silent on the phone. She gripped the bed sheet again out of pure embarrassment. She closed her legs as tightly as possible she didn't really know how to respond to that. Maybe it was because of what she had felt just a few moments ago, she didn't want to seem odd so she played it off as best as she could.

"Oh, no L.J. has been that gentleman he usually is. I can't say that I didn't think about it, but he and I are way too professional to get something like that going between us...regardless of how much I want too."

There was a pause over the line followed by a long moan of pleasure from Tanya. Tanya also at that moment happened to be lying in her hotel room bed as well. Tanya always had a knack for finding her own little piece of heaven in places, she enjoyed everything, especially the people, she loved them the most, and they loved her too. Tanya giggled over the phone. "Oh Liz, I'm sorry," She said very happily "One of the natives and I are getting really friendly, and showing me how they treat business women down here." Tanya had a large bed sheet covering her bottom half that had a lot movement underneath that suggested more than was going on. Tanya had one hand on the phone and the other over a figure of a head rubbing it gently. Tanya had smaller breasts that fit her muscular stature. She had a very desirable beautiful face. Full lips, good facial structure, and a small beauty mark on the right side of her neck that had a heart shape familiarity to it.

Lizzy sighed on her side of the line "So you're getting some while I am stuck here in the no fly zone. Just perfect." She answered in a depressed tone trying to still play off her situation. Last thing she needed was problems at work

Tanya moaned lightly again. "Well hey you're on our reservation now, if you want you can get into our room, and not ruin L.J's hospitality, but..."

The line went quiet. Lizzy's heart started to beat at a faster pace she was still feeling embarrassed by the whole situation. Tanya continued "I say you stay... treat the man right. Nobody else is going to be there at least until tomorrow afternoon. Give it a chance girl. Go wild." The phone clicked off. Tanya smiled as she put the phone at her side and removed the covers from her lower half to reveal a dark haired young girl eating her sweet nectar filled pussy with much enthusiasm. The young girl slowly stopped and looked up and smiled her mouth dripping in cum.

"So Tanya, you think that she will do it?" She went down and slurped a few more times before stopping again to take her breather.

Tanya smiled back at her. "If she does then things can only get better around the office for me and you. Now who the fuck told you to stop?" The young girl only smiled back as Tanya continued." And be ready, were leaving for the airport in a half hour. You and I are going to drop in on Lizzy and her new bed buddy when we get to Vegas later tonight." The young girl only nodded gently now utilizing her fingers one at a time and inserting them one after the other into Tanya's pussy.

Tanya moaned as the young girl started to ram the one finger deep into her. The young girl was such a hungry little girl, Tanya could barely contain her self as the young girl worked her pussy feverishly. Tanya could barely contain herself as she grabbed the young girls' long dark hair, which gave that gave the girl a burst of energy making her dive deep with her penetrating finger and tongue. Diving her young face deep into Tanya pussy, and in a state of ecstasy spit into Tanya's pussy giving it a rough rub, and then back to eating her without hesitation, Tanya yanked more as the girl dived deep running out of breath and making her way back up to work Tanya's sweet spot.

Tanya cried out gleefully as she was approaching the climax. "Don't you fucking stop, your going to let me finish." The young girl more than gladly obliged as she pulled out her finger and patted and rubbed Tanya roughly again, taking the time to take a deep breath, and then continuing on. Tanya grabbed the sheets as she felt her body tensed up, her face became red as she finally climaxed, and a flow of juices drained out, and to the one girls hungry mouth. The young girl sealed her mouth around the flow of juices and did not let anything go to waste of the very tasteful nectar. The young girl sat up on the bed as she licked her lips several times over. Tanya laid flat on the bed in a climaxed daze. The young girl scooted over and leaned down as the two embraced in a sloppy kiss. The young girl pulled back to catch her breath.

Tanya grabbed the girl by her left breast and massaged it roughly. The young girl was very much stacked. She back was very much well rounded as well and she petite so these good features all wrapped into one small package made her Tanya's favorite pet. She was nineteen year old intern, now turned lesbian sex slave. The girls name was Juana; it was lust at first sight for these two. Juana on her day of the job was grabbed by Tanya dragged back to her office as was striped bare. They went at it for hours, and would continue there daily meetings at each other homes, work days, work trips, company parties, meetings, conventions, or anytime Tanya deemed it her "pleasure time"

The two broke their lust filled pleasures and started to pack their things and ready themselves for the long flight back.

Lizzy sat there in the room alone her suitcase cracked open. She had already almost finished her preparation for the conference. She had nothing to distract her, and she wanted to focus as much as she could on other things that didn't include the chance of her losing her job. She allocated files, inserted promotional fliers, and finally signing all the thank you cards to their partners and business owners and affiliates. She smiled at the job well done as she packed up and the thought of L.J. retuning to her mind. She shook her head gently trying to block the thoughts. She sighed as the house phone finally rang. Lizzy leaned over and picked it from a sitting down position. "Hello, this is Lizzy."

The young mans voice from the front desk emerged on the phone. "Hello ma'am this is the front desk calling for a one L period J period"

Lizzy laughed a little. She never heard it pronounced like that. "Yes I am, the other guest sharing his room. Is the other room ready?"

"Yes ma'am it is," The young man proclaimed.

Lizzy bit her lower lip. She took a chance, If it was there she would take it, if It wasn't she would see it as a sign, that now wasn't the time.

"Well we don't need it anymore, I was wondering though. If we could, upgrade to something nicer and bigger. I don't mind paying the difference." She held her breath for a moment, the anxiety returned as she continued. "And that one, if it could be one king, would be great,"

She heard as the agent typed away on his console as small ding noise was heard as the young man returned to the phone call. "Actually......" The young man paused in his sentence. "I do...but only for tonight."

Lizzy exhaled happily. "We'll take it." She couldn't believe it; she bounced on the bed gently as the agent worked momentarily. She smiled widely as she started to plan the night out in her head. "Oh and the reservation for my room I need to check that one for Tanya in is as well."

The young man was quick, he worked very precisely as he returned within a brief moment "Ma'am you are all set... I will have the bell hop come up to your room to get your bags and transfer them to your room with Tanya and have room keys for your new room."

Lizzy bit her tongue lightly as this would be the deciding factor here.

"Oh and can I have a key to L.J.'s suite as well. I want to setup something special for him in there if possible chance to do that." The line went quiet.

"Yeah that's fine ma'am, I will setup a key for you as well." The man said calmly

Lizzy bounced out of the bed as she packed her things quickly her mind started to race again. "Ok well then I will wait for the bell hop. Thank you so much!!" she said as she heard the front desk agent give the details and prices' and protocols for the suite. It mainly seemed like a blur to her filled with details she obviously didn't care about almost like old rerun the peanuts gang with Charlie Brown. The last thing she remembered him say was the thanks for choosing this hotel closing statement and she slammed the phone down.

Lizzy had a large grin across her face. She was going to do it, she was going to take a chance and put her self out there for someone she really did care about. This was a love story to her, and it was finally coming to its climax in more ways then one for her. She wanted her happy ever after for so long and she hoped that this would be that moment. She was overly hopeful, but she didn't care and maybe a little quick to plan out her future may be like, she was on cloud nine and nothing could hold back her anticipation.

Before she knew it the bell hop knocked on the door and grabbed her bags along with L.J.'s. The rest of those last few hours were filled with preparations for the big surprise. She bought candles, rubbers, and set the suite up so that when he would walk in would be completely normal, but the room would be a total different experience. She didn't decide to dress up though. What she did instead was grabbed a shirt L.J. had once told her was his favorite lucky shirt of his. A royal blue work shirt that he considered was the reason why he got his job, the reason why he was such a good sales man, why he was a hit with the ladies, and so and so forth. She slipped into the shirt while slipping out of everything else. She then waited in his bedroom cracking open a romance novel she had waiting patiently for L.J.



L.J. was sitting down; he was up a couple hundred on the blackjack tables and a couple of young ladies playing beside him had pulled him into their conversation. Both of these girls were pretty, but nothing about them stood out from others he knew.


A Mistake at the Office



It's late when you call me in to the building, and we're the only two people left. I'm already pissed off, as I'm not allowed to leave until you do, so when you call me in to try to fix your computer problem, I'm ready to embarrass you. The problem is simple to fix, but when the computers back online, I immediately start looking through your internet history. I find the usual filth, and some more fetish stuff too, and laugh at you, calling you a dirty old bastard.

You're shocked at my impertinence, and decide you're going to teach me a lesson. Before I even know what's going on, you've snatched up a tie, and bound my hands behind my back. I trip trying to back away, and you secure a handkerchief in my mouth, leaving me utterly helpless.

You stand me up, unbuckle my belt and pull down my trousers, and give a little smirk when you see the pink lacy French panties that barely cover my cock. Sitting down in your office chair, you throw me over your knee, and lay one large, firm hand on my lace covered arse. Pulling back, your hand flies down with a tremendous smack. I moan into the handkerchief in my mouth, which turns into a scream when your hand slaps down a second time, and then quickly slaps my other cheek as well. You give me four or five more slaps, as my ass cheeks get redder and redder, but when you feel my cock starting to harden upon your leg, you smile. You lay on two more slaps, and each time you feel a twitch from the hard rod. Pulling down the knickers to get at the bare ass. With each smack the cock gives a jump, and the screams coming from the gagged mouth become moans. 

You lift me off your knee, and stand me in front of you. You grip my rock hard cock in your hand, and start to slowly jack me off. I moan, and close my eyes, pretending it's a female hand. You start to wank faster and harder, till my legs start to shake, and I feel my orgasm coming. You sense it, and stop, taking your hand away. I cry out, and my eyes spring open. With my hands still tied behind my back, there's nothing I can do as I feel the good feelings melt away.

"Do you want me to carry on?" you say. A nod is my only reply, but you tell me to use my words. 

"Yes, please let me cum. Let me, please."

You smile at me, and whisper in my ear. "I'll give you the best orgasm you've ever had, but first, I want you to suck on my big hard, cock."

I shake my head no, but you've anticipated this. A firm squeeze on my cock is all I need to push my horniness into overdrive. I don't even speak, I just drop down to my knees. You unbutton your trousers, and pull out a stiff, aching cock. Precum is dribbling from the end, and it's made the front slick and wet.

"Look me in the eye, kiss the tip of my cock, and tell me thank you sir."

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and do what you ask. I'm surprised at how sweet the precum tastes, and when I say thank you, you tell me I'm a good boy. 

"Now I want you to close your eyes, and ask for permission to let you suck on my cock. You will beg me to let this cock enter your pretty little mouth, and when I say you can, you'll swallow the whole thing. If my balls aren't resting on your chin, you've not got enough of me in your mouth."

I do as you ask, closing my eyes. "Please sir, may I suck on your cock. I want to suck on your cock so badly. Please may I feel it in my throat."

You give me permission, and I get my first real taste of a man's cock. It's a little sweaty, but I'm surprised at how warm and lovely it feels. I take as much as I can, and keep pushing on. I gag a little as it reaches the back of my throat, but I've forced enough women's mouths down onto mine to know what to do. I feel a certain satisfaction when I feel my nose bury into your pubes.

"Now open your eyes," you tell me. I do so, and see you holding your phone, filming me with your cock in my mouth. I realise what you've done, but don't even care. My cock's still rock hard and dripping precum onto the floor, and I'm not hating the feel of the cock buried in my throat. You tell me to keep sucking, and you'll do the rest. You wrap your fingers in my hair, and start to hump my face, pulling your cock out till just the tip rests on my tongue, then pushing it all the way back in until you're deep in my throat again. 

Soon I start to really enjoy it, and as your cockhead reaches my lips, I flick my tongue across the head, and I moan as you pop back into my throat. Your pace increases, and I actually find myself hoping you'll cum, hoping to taste a man's spunk for the first time.

You start to moan, and call me a dirty little cock slut, then, before I can protest, you pull yourself from my mouth, pick me up, spin me round, and bend me over your desk. I start to cry out, but before I even know it, your spit shinned cock head has popped past my sphincter. I grunt, and complain that it hurts, but you hold it there, and I quickly get used to it. When my protestations subside, you begin to push into me, taking it nice and slowly, and letting me grow accustomed.

It takes a good ten minutes, but eventually you're balls are resting against mine. The shock and the pain have caused me to go soft, but when your cockhead brushes against something inside, my cock gives a big twitch, and the blood starts flowing back. You start to pull out, then drive your cock back home, making me feel every inch, and again my cock gives that twitch. 

You really start to fuck me, your strokes getting harder and faster with each thrust, and every time, the pleasure that I'm receiving increases. I'm rock hard again now, and hornier than I can ever remember in my life. 

"Faster. Do it faster. Fuck me you bastard!"

You oblige, each stroke driving the wind from my lungs. Amazingly, I can feel an orgasm approaching, and I know that something stunning is about to happen. I'm beyond horny, though, and there's only one thing I want.

"Promise me... Ugh, oh God... Promise me you'll... You'll cum in my, argh, mouth aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

I explode, stream after stream of my hot spunk fires from my cock into your cupped hand. My spasming arse is bringing you close, and you pull out. As you turn me round and kneel me down again, you bring your hand to your mouth, and lick it clean, then force your dirty cock into my mouth. Still high from an orgasm that keeps rocking my body, I suck on the cock, and feel you twitch and engorge as you fire your spunk against the back of my throat. Two, then three thick heavy ropes spray into my mouth, before you pull out and fire the remaining jizz over my face.

As your orgasm subsides you crash down into your chair, and I stay on the floor, sitting on my heels, utterly drained. You stand up, straighten yourself out, and untie your wrists. You start to head out, and stop in the doorway. 

"See you tomorrow," you say. "That's a crappy computer. Who knows when it might break again."

I lift my head, look you in the eye... And smile.



A Mistake Corrected



I had been frustrated while in college. In order to avoid the draft, I was enrolled in ROTC. Unfortunately, the unit was a Military Police unit and I wanted to be a doctor. My grandfather was a physician but my dad, his son, was in Insurance. He had his own independent agency and was doing very well financially. I wanted nothing to do with insurance or business in general. My focus was medicine. For this I needed exceptionally good grades and all the prerequisite courses required by medical school admission committees. The military was totally disinterested in what courses I took other than the required ROTC courses. I took all the required science courses for a degree in Chemistry and a minor in biology.  Psychology courses were interesting so I took as many of those as I could fit in.

By the end of my junior year I had all the required premedical course completed except one. I had planned on taking that one my senior year but then the college announced it would not offer that one important needed course the following year. I was attending a small liberal arts college and the demand for that one course was to small to offer it every year. They were gong to offer it in summer school. Four of us needed that Comparative Anatomy course. I had no option but to enroll if I was to be a serious applicant to medical school during the fall of my senior year.

The Army had other plans for me. I must attend summer basic training or drop out of ROTC. Dropping out made me eligible for the draft which meant going to Korea to get shot at in fox holes by the Chinks. That option was not high on my priority list. Ultimately I was able to skip summer camp and take it after graduation and before going to medical school. Having two brothers, both of which were career army officers and an uncle in the US Senate serving on the Armed Forces Committee certainly didn't hurt. The general in Atlanta was overridden and I ended up with a commission and in the Military Police. I was transferred to the reserves to serve while in medical school. As an officer in the Military Police I was required to learn the ways to control violent behavior. This led to my lifelong interest in the martial arts.

While in college, the Army enrolled the first female ROTC member on our campus. She was very female but a tough young woman also. It was she who introduced me initially to the martial arts. These were not part of the ROTC curriculum. After hours we would attend classes together. We became close friends but I never got romantically involved with her.

We lost contact when I went off to medical school and she went on active duty the next year. I got an occasional letter from her telling of her military career. I replied with stories from medical school. Like carrying a cadavers penis in my pocket (illicitly of course) and showing it to the ladies serving in the hospital cafeteria.

After medical school I entered a prestigious surgical residency in Baltimore. I continued my Army Reserve activities, with great difficulty as the residency was very time consuming. My MO was changed to Medical from MP. After completing residency I entered active service. The fateful year was 1964 and the Viet Nam era was upon us. It wasn't long before I was in Viet Nam assigned to a MASH unit. 

If you have watched the TV series 'MASH' you get the idea of some of what I did. Of course, without the cameras rolling and never had time for retakes.

This brings me to my romantic life tale of marital disaster and recovery.

In college, I was very immature the first several years. I was a virgin. I dated very little and never one on one at first. In my sophomore year I met an incoming freshman from St. Louis. She was very quiet, very attractive and as it turns out, very homesick. She was in my German 101 class. Her father was first generation German immigrant. She spoke German but had little knowledge of German grammar. We sat nest to each other and become friends. Both of us insecure. We naturally became close friends and began to date. I found that her father was a large man with a distinct German accent and an overbearing personality. He ruled his family with intimidation and backed it up with force. 

Sharon, my girlfriend, had not been allowed to date in high school. She had not been allowed to learn how to drive a car. In fact, she had attended high school only by her mother threatening her father with divorce. Seems education was something he thought was unnecessary. He had a third grade education and was a food company salesman. They had very little money as a result of his belligerence and haughty prejudicial attitudes. Southerners like me were all rednecks and worthless piece of cow dung. He was partial to the Nazis and held their views of Jews, niggers and Asians. His wife, Sharon's mom was of English and Italian decent. She had completed the fifth grade and realized the value of education. That's how Sharon was able to escape after saving up from two years of work after high school for college.  

We dated but I was not allowed any real intimacy with her. Not until I had pinned her with my Sigma Upsilon Nu frat pin did I get to feel her breasts. They were ample C cup. The first time I got my hands inside her bra she wouldn't look at me while I massaged her breasts. Her nipple hardened and she began to pant a little and removed my hand. 

Many the time we would sit closely together in the evening on campus my holding her as she cried about her lack of being able to sleep, and the noise of the dormitory. We would kiss and I would feel the cool tears on her face. I was lonely, very lonely. My mother had told me never to come home. My dad was more lenient but not real supportive. As a result the both of us needed each other. I for companionship and she for a friend to unload her anxieties, depression and isolation upon. 

Not until much later did I realize how unhealthy and immature this relationship was. Neither of us had a 'home'. We had parents but her dad had disowned her for going to college and told her she could never succeed in anything in life. She ultimately believed him. This had been his lifelong message to her. She was worthless and would be a failure in everything she did because she was female. I know this is pure bull shit but to be fed this all your life destroys a child's life. I felt sorry for her and thought I could really help her get away from her childhood problems. She was beautiful, soft, warm and loved to cuddle; which I also enjoyed. I was not on good terms with my mother who had told me that I was not welcome to come home after high school. I was lonely and felt rejected. 

Ultimately, we married between my junior and senior years of college. She had to work full time and I had to work part-time to make ends meet.

Our first times together were difficult. I had to wear a condom as the pills were available only by prescription and we didn't have the money for a doctors visit. She was almost rigid. We talked a lot but her attitude was sex was for procreation only and we couldn't afford children. She would agree to let me have sex occasionally with her but she told me she didn't intend to enjoy it. What a also bummer. I was beginning to see what a mistake I had made.

Things didn't improve. My thoughts that I could change her rapidly became apparent as fictional. My frustration level gradually increased as her refusals for sexual adventures continued. Her frustration was apparent also. I had been her ticket to paradise but she just couldn't let go of her past. Seemed like her father was always with us, even more so after he died while I was in medical school. 

Sharon was a good and loyal worker. She made friends at work. She got some merit pay increases but never was "one of the girls" socially at work. We both lived isolated lives together.

One day I came back to  our little apartment to find her crying yet again. She dried a lot before we got married then this left her for a couple of years. I wondered if she would ever be normal. Any way, that evening, I tried to comfort her but she was inconsolable. She finally said she wanted a divorce. She was miserable and realized she was making me miserable to. For the very first time, I considered taking her up on that proposition.

"Sharon, let's not talk of divorce yet. If you feel that way, we should have a trial separation first." She continued to cry. I was finally at my wits end.

"I have vacation time available. Tomorrow I can begin it. We will fly you back to St/ Louis. Your parents can pick you up and I'll fly back here. You will be free of me with time to decide what you want. If you want to come back, you will give me sex and plenty of it. If you refuse me my marital rights to sex, then just stay home and we will divorce. You ate sex and I don't want to force you. It has to be enjoyable to be right.

The next day we were on a plane to St. Louis. She was no happier. Now she was crying and worried about being at home where her problems began. I suggest she get into therapy. Then if that was successful, we could have marriage therapy when she came back to me. I left her at the airport with her parents. All I said to them was. "Your daughter wants a divorce. I insist on a trial separation first. She should get into therapy if the marriage is to continue. Her problems began at home and I can't fix them.. Good bye." With that I left them. Her dad cursed me loudly and said some things that further damaged Sharon and me. 

I thought my heart would be broken but it wasn't. I was lonely again but that was better than having to deal constantly with her. My non professional therapy wasn't going to work. Love was not enough . I was going to be a surgeon, not a psychiatrist. I immersed myself in my studies and put Sharon out of mind, best I could.

She continued to call me evenings complaining of her innumerable, interminable psychological problems and medical conditions that resisted diagnosis or treatment. She was no better. Her father blamed me for everything. He had no use for "shrinks". As a result, Sharon never saw a counselor or even a minister as his insistence. He was convinced the problem was me, not his daughter. I could see that my marriage was going down the tubes in spite of my best efforts. I contacted a divorce lawyer and began the proceedings for a legal separation. Sharon was served her papers. After that, I didn't hear from her. Six months went by and the divorce became finalized. We split all of our joint nothing 50 / 50. I was able to avoid alimony since she was the one that wanted the divorce and had left me and refused counseling. I had protected myself by seeing a marriage counselor and a psychologist. Thus ended the sad immature beginnings of my adult life.

I continued to see my marriage counselor / psychologist. Gradually I learned more and more about myself. My self confidence grew by leaps and bounds as I discovered who I was and how any future relationships should develop. This training actually helped me in interviewing patients and explaining some problems. My relationships with others in my chosen profession improved as I learned how to deal with different personalities. I enjoyed avoiding confrontations while making rapid decisions that trauma surgeons must make. 

What did I learn from this sad experience. Next go around, we would seek premarital counseling well before I asked for commitment. We would take the professional advice even if it meant breaking up. I was smart enough not to make the same mistake twice, especially one that was so painful to me. 



A Mistake That Cost Me Dearly



This is a very sad story about how a person's indiscretions can result in a horrible outcome to others they love. It's about me and a mistake I made several years ago that I will never be able to overcome.

My name is Kurt and I'm a thirty year old junior executive type at a global manufacturing company. My wife, Kristen and I met in college and dated for two years until we graduated, then got married shortly after. We were fortunate to find good jobs in a nice southern city. I run the engineering department for one of the manufacturing facility while Kristen is a commercial loan officer for a local bank.

My problems began when we hired several temporary workers to assist with an expansion project at the plant. One was a twenty year old girl named Ruth Ann that was helping with miscellaneous administrative activities. She wasn't particularly bright, in fact she was barely capable of doing the simple tasks we needed her to do for the project, but she tried hard and had a pleasant demeanor so we let her stay. 

Ruth Ann was not a beautiful woman by any means but she did have a certain simple charm that I found strangely alluring. She was of medium height and slightly overweight with her sandy hair cut short. However, two features of Ruth Ann stood out. The first was a set of very cute dimples on her peaches and cream cheeks and the other was a set of very large and firm breasts.

The thing I found most strange about my draw towards Ruth Ann was that my wife Kristen was a stunning beauty. During the first couple weeks of working with her, I would often lay awake at night and question myself as to why I was having these feelings. Kristen, at that time, was 5'7" and weighed 126 pounds with shoulder length black hair and perfect C cup breasts that were set high on her slender frame. Her best feature was her long legs that transitioned into a nicely toned butt.

Kristen was perfect in many ways but in one key area she frustrated me. She was pretty conservative sexually, despite my attempts to get her to loosen up, and I was always the one that had to initiate things. Even then, our lovemaking was mostly limited to traditional missionary sex, although on rare occasions she would get inspired to be a little more adventurous. While I enjoyed these encounters, they fell well short of fulfilling my cravings and I wondered whether my interest in Ruth Ann was a result of my wife's attitude.

It was three weeks into Ruth Ann's assignment when we first stayed late together to finish up a report. Everyone else had left the building and over the next couple hours we worked, chatted and learned about each other's life and background. Ruth Ann opened up some as we talked and our friendship continued to develop further over the next month. I learned that she had grown up in a rural environment with an uneducated family, that both her parents had died when she was young and that she had been raised by an older brother. She had only finished the sixth grade and was indeed quite simple to the point I often found it difficult to maintain a conversation with her. She told me she lived alone in a trailer house with two cats that belonged to a family friend that was currently working in another state. 

It was a fateful Thursday evening in early August, when we were once again working late to meet a deadline, that we crossed the line. All day long it had been storming and it was still bad weather when the time came to leave. Rather than face the weather, I convinced Ruth Ann to go with me for a drink at a bar about a half a mile away to give the storms time to die down then, I would drive her home. Since she usually used a combination of the bus and rides from neighbors to get to work, I assured her this method would be far better in this weather. We pulled into the parking lot together and ran inside then spent the next two hours drinking and talking. Mostly, it was me doing the drinking and the talking and her responding to my questions. It was in the dark corner of the bar that I first put my hand on her jean covered leg and began to try and seduce Ruth Ann and although I felt a bit guilty going after this simple girl I did it anyway.

Even though I knew she was interested, she pushed my hand away and reminding me that I was married. Of course, this just made the challenge that much more interesting and I whispered how much I was attracted to her and how my wife didn't understand me. The evening ended with a long kiss in the parking lot before I took her home. I dropped her off at a beat up old trailer, in a rural area past the edge of town, and although she turned down my offer to go inside, I knew that Ruth Ann could be had with a little more effort. 

It took two more evenings like this one over the next couple weeks before Ruth Ann finally surrendered. That evening, I ended up taking her to her trailer making out with her on the couch before getting her back to the bedroom. It took a lot of sweet talk and even a little force to get the clothes off her plump body. I sucked on and played with her large breasts before spreading her thick thighs and fucking her until I emptied my balls inside her surprisingly tight pussy. After resting for a while, I fucked her again then gathered my clothes and left after a quick peck on her lips.

The following couple days at work were a bit awkward before things seemed to get back to normal. Having experienced Ruth Ann sexually, I lost interest in her for a while and it was almost two weeks later before I tried her again. Like before, it was a night we were working late and when it came time to leave I more or less invited myself to her place. It took an hour to get her to bed and even as I pulled her clothes off she was protesting. I ignored her words and took her from behind while I pulled on her thick nipples before flipping her over and finishing in the missionary position with her fat thighs pushed back so that her knees touched her breasts.

After that night, I had her one more time during lunch. By now, she was becoming clingy and indiscreet during work so I cooked up a performance issue and went to HR and had her terminated. I was gone when they walked her out the door and although I felt bad for her for a couple of days, I rationalized that she could find another administrative job pretty easily. By the following week, I had pretty much forgotten about Ruth Ann and was back to a normal routine. The dalliance with her seemed to add something to my sexual ego and sex with Kristen improved although it was still mostly vanilla.

Kristen and I are both avid skiers and we had an early season trip planned two weeks before Christmas. It was an opportunity to use up some built up vacation and to spend some time alone before the family things started. We were going to Vail for a week from Saturday to Saturday staying at a condo right on the slopes. Friday evening we finished packing then went to bed early so we could be rested for the trip and be prepared for our mid-morning flight.

It was still dark outside when we awoke and dressed for the trip. I was wearing jeans and a turtle neck shirt under my ski parka. Kristen, always the stylish one, had on jeans tucked into Italian made leather boots and a sweater that highlighted her lovely breasts. I put several pieces of luggage into Kristen's SUV and was coming back to get the rest when from the shadows I saw movement and was suddenly hit by the weight of two men. Being caught off guard, I was quickly on the ground and before I knew it my hands had been secured behind me in what felt like handcuffs and tape had been placed over my mouth and eyes. I was dragged back outside and thrown unceremoniously down onto my side. Soon, I heard a thump and then whimpers and thrashing and I assumed Kristen must be nearby in a similar state. I heard an engine roar to life and realized that we must be in a vehicle, maybe even Kristen's SUV, and were being kidnapped.

There was no sound from our captors as we drove for a long time before finally stopping. Hands grabbed me under my arms and pulled me along before forcing me back down on my side. It seemed like hours that I lay there on the cold floor unable to see or speak wondering what this was about and where we had been taken. Occasionally, I could hear shuffling or other sounds but there was no speaking. 

Suddenly, and without warning, the tape was ripped from my eyes and mouth taking skin with it and causing a burning pain. I heard Kristen yell out close by from the same treatment and tried to roll my body to find her before I was kicked in the ribs. 

"Just keep your ass still." I heard a voice say in a thick country accent from behind me.

"What's going on?" I asked gasping from the kick and receiving another for my effort.

"Don't talk asshole. Keep your goddamn mouth shut." The voice replied.

We sat there in silence for a few more minutes before I heard a door open and close and saw another man enter the room. This one was tall, a little over six feet, and thin. He was wearing jeans, boots and a long sleeve blue work shirt. On his belt, at his hip, was a large knife in a scabbard. He looked to be about forty and had short straight hair. 

"Kyle, set them up on the couch." He said to the man behind me.

As Kyle came around I could see he was about the same height as the other but much heavier. He too was wearing jeans, although his were filthy, and had on a sweatshirt that did little to hide a large belly. This one had thin hair, a balding head and a thick beard that extended down his neck. He grabbed me under the arms and pulled me onto a dirty and worn sofa. Then, I watched as he lifted Kristen and placed her beside me.

"What is this? What do you want?" Kristen cried tears of fear welling in her eyes.

"Quiet Miss. You'll learn soon enough." The thin one told her.

"Kyle, did you lock their house up and fix the lights like I told you?" He asked.

"Yeah Drew. Looks like they left on vacation." He answered quickly.

"Good, why don't you go take their car and put in the barn." He suggested to Kyle.

Kyle nodded then left the room. As we sat there, I looked around and saw we were in a dingy old house. The floors were made of torn and stained linoleum, the wallpaper was dirty and peeling and the only light came from a hall lamp and through small cracks in the heavily draped windows.

When Kyle returned, the men sat down in metal chairs opposite us and Drew began to speak.

"Your name is Kristen, right?" He asked looking at my wife.

"Yes." She croaked out softly.

"Do you realize you are married to an asshole?" He asked with his eyes not leaving her.

Kristen gave him a questioning look but did not reply.

"You know he has been having sex with another girl?" He said to her.

I kept looking straight at him but I felt Kristen's eyes glare at me and I felt my stomach turn as I feared where this was going.

"That's right ma'am. He has been seeing another young lady. Now normally we wouldn't give a shit about some rich boy getting some on the side. But in this case, the other lady happens to be our sister." He informed Kristen.

I had to focus to keep from shaking, now scared about this predicament and remembering the less than gentlemanly way I had treated Ruth Ann. I expected Kristen to begin screaming at me but she stayed quiet which caused me even more distress.

"Ruth Ann." Kyle called out. From down the hall, I could see Ruth Ann emerge in a plain dress looking nervously at me.

"Now I have to be honest and say that our sister here is not near as pretty and sexy as you so I don't know why your man decided to do what he did but he didn't treat her right. You see, Ruth Ann is not a smart girl. She is what they call challenged." He said never changing the tone in his voice.

I almost passed out when he said that and I could hear Kristen take a deep breath and exhale but I still didn't have the guts to look at her. 

"I...I don't think he would do that." Kristen said choking on her tears.

"Oh, trust me. He did. Then had her fired when she was just trying to make some money to get by. What kind of sorry man screws over a slow girl like Ruth Ann?" He went on as the words burned into my consciousness.

My eyes were now looking at the floor and I knew that all the others in the room were staring at me. I felt like the lowest form of life on the planet and I knew my marriage would struggle to survive. Also, there was the fear as to what Ruth Ann's brothers intended to do to me for my punishment.

"Kurt, is this true?" Kristen said speaking very softly. I was too ashamed to answer but in the silence she got the answer.

"Now let me tell you the rest. Kurt here knocked up my sister." He announced bluntly.

My head spun is dizziness and I heard Kristen burst out in tears. 

"It's bad he knocked her up no doubt. But let me tell you what else. This family has a retarded gene that runs through it. So, we don't know if this baby is going to end up retarded or not." He explained.

"I'm sorry." I managed to choke out as I looked at the floor.

"No, you ain't sorry. You're too much of a fucking asshole." Drew stated with anger.

"Ruth Ann, go back to the back and listen to the radio and send Wayne in here." Kyle told her.

"What are you planning to do with us?" Kristen asked him her senses now returning. She had stopped crying and was trying valiantly to stay in control.

"Well let me tell you something. This family has had to live with this illness for a long time. Drew and I had to watch a sister and brother die from it. Now Ruth Ann didn't have it bad and we thought we were okay with her but now we have to watch our little sister have a baby and wonder what's going to happen. I don't think that's right, do you?" He explained.

"Can't you...I mean have you thought about doing something about it with her?" Kristen asked stumbling with how to say it.

"We don't play God here lady." Drew answered with his eyes blazing with anger.

About that time a large man walked into the room. As he came closer the first thing I noticed were his exaggerated features. His ears, nose and even his lips seemed too large for his head. He had an odd look in his eyes and his pants were wet in the crotch like he had peed in them. He stood over six foot tall and looked more thick than fat. His skin was mottled and rough from a life of outdoor labor I suspected.

"Wayne, stand over there for a minute will you?" Kyle told him.

Wayne started rocking slightly back and forth on his feet as he stood and an odd grin came onto his face. 

"You see Miss, we been planning this for a while. Ever since we found out our sister was pregnant. She didn't want to tell us but she finally did and we know she doesn't know how to lie. So, we did some checking. Got into your house and looked around. Kyle here dressed up like a utility repairman and no one paid attention. We kept going back till we learned what we needed. We found out you don't use birth control pills. That you like that plastic diaphragm. We found out when your time came. And we found out about your vacation where no one expects to see you for a week. And we found out that your time ended eight days ago. That's the good thing about being farm boys. We know about these things." Drew said as his face grew into a smirk.

"What the hell does all that mean?" I challenged him.

Drew's eyes flashed in anger and I initially thought he was going to attack me but he calmed and then looked at me and then Kristen.

"What that means folks is that Wayne here is going to spend some time with this lady and see if he can give her a baby." He said looking straight at her.

"You can't be serious! I'm not going to sleep with anybody!' She protested loudly.

"It's me that fucked up not her. Leave her alone." I added.

"You don't have a choice." He said to Kristen, ignoring me.

"That's rape. You'll go to prison." She exclaimed.

"Hell, we've been to prison before." Kyle said laughing as Drew joined in.

"No, you can't do this. Make me pay not her." I pleaded.

"It's a tad late to be the hero." Drew said as he looked at me with contempt.

I turned to Kristen and saw that her face was streaked with tears and that her body was shaking in fear. 

"What's the point of bringing another child into his world?" She asked between gasps.

"It just seems fair to me and Kyle. You see, Ruth Ann was a virgin when he gave her a baby. Wayne is a virgin so it kinda works out." He answered.

Drew nodded to Kyle who came and took Kristen by the arms and pushed her towards a door to my right. When he kicked it open, from what I could see in the unlit room, it was empty except for an uncovered mattress on the floor in the middle. He forced her inside and to a corner where I could no longer see her while Drew walked to where Wayne was standing.

"Wayne? You know what to do?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah." He answered with a heavy throaty voice.

"What are you going to do?" Drew asked?

"Get some pussy, get some pussy, get some pussy." He replied over and over until Drew stopped him.

"Now do it like we told you but be careful and don't hurt her. You can do it all you want." He explained.

Wayne began to get a wild look and rock faster. Also, I could see his pants began to tent out in front. 

"This is crazy! You can't do this." I screamed but was ignored.

"Take your clothes off Wayne." Drew told him.

Wayne fumbled with his clothes shaking as he tried to remove them. It took him several minutes but when he was finished, he stood there naked and I could see that his body was thick, strong and covered completely with a dense matting of hair. When he turned towards me, I got a full view of his large, uncircumcised cock which was already becoming erect. It looked to be about eight inches long with rough callous spots along the sides and hair growing part ways up the shaft. The last few inches turned upwards slightly in an odd way which helped give it an overall grotesque appearance.

"You have to stop this. Please!" I begged again and was again ignored.

Drew led Wayne to the door and directed him inside at the same time Kyle emerged and left the room. Without ceremony, Drew closed the door leaving Kristen alone with this retarded man bent on taking her. Whether he knew it was wrong or not was meaningless as this point. Barring a miracle he was going to have his way.

"Let's see if he remembers what to do." Kyle said to Drew as they sat back in the chairs. For some reason, my mind wondered how they had taught this simple man.

Within seconds we could hear Kristen's cries.

"Leave me alone. Stop it. Don't. HELP! HELP!! She screamed.

I tried to get up with my arms still cuffed but Drew kicked me back on to the couch.

"Huh, huh. Huh, huh. Huh, huh" We could hear grunting laughter coming from Wayne.

"No Wayne! Stop. This is not right. Oh my God! HELP!" Kristen cried out once more.

I started crying as I watched Drew and Kyle look at each other and smile. There was a crashing sound from the room and then a brief silence and then another crashing sound.

"Awwwwww" Wayne's deep voice, sounding like he was in pain, came through the walls.

"She's fighting him." Kyle said smiling at me.

"I'll give you anything. Any amount of money. I'll take care of Ruth Ann and the baby just please stop this." I begged as I started to cry.

"Too late. Couldn't stop Wayne now anyways." Drew replied.

"NO, NO Wayne!" She cried again followed by the sound of her crying. This was followed by a loud snap and then Wayne's voice.

"Ohhh...Ohhh" He grunted excitedly.

"Let's see where he is." Kyle said getting up with Drew following.

They cracked the door and peered inside quietly before closing it and sitting back down.

"Your wife is letting him play with her titties." Drew said laughing.





A Mistake That Cost Me Dearly



"They are nice titties too. I'm jealous of Wayne." Kyle added.

"Don't worry she kept her honor. Wayne's all scratched up and bleeding." Drew informed me with a mocking smile.

"He'll have to work to get those tight jeans off." Kyle laughed with Drew joining in.

"Wayne, please you have to stop. Please stop. No Wayne, STOP!" Kristen tried again with her voice sounding even more desperate.

The sound of a struggle started again behind the closed door. There were several loud thumps and grunts from sources that could not be indentified. Then we could hear a pleading female voice talking rapidly but we could not make out the words through the wall. 

"Huh, huh. Huh, huh. Huh, huh." The sound of Wayne's grunting repetitive laughter suddenly returned.

"Well, I wonder what made him all happy?" Kyle asked rhetorically.

"Tell me Kurt. Has your wife had many dicks in her life?" Drew asked with a stupid grin.

"Fuck you." I answered which only made them break out in laughter. Kristen, in fact, had been a virgin when we met and as far as I knew I was the only man she had been with. Now, she was faced with a sexual situation that was a woman's worst nightmare. She was going to be raped and there was nothing I could do about it and in fact I was the cause. I felt ashamed and humiliated to know that I had brought this upon such a wonderful person.

"Please. Please stop this. It's my fault not Kristen's. Please don't let him hurt her." I said trying again to find some opening in their mindset to find a way out.

"We ain't going to stop Wayne. He's going to fuck that sweet pussy all week long. You just shut your mouth and get used to it." Kyle responded with no hint of compassion while his fingers ran through his thick beard.

The noises in the room started getting louder and Kyle and Drew looked at each other and moved to the door. When they opened the door I could see between them that Kristen was on her hands and knees on the mattress. Her sweater and bra were missing and her jeans were halfway off her butt. Wayne was standing behind her trying to pull the jeans further down. 

"Wayne boy, you got to take the boots off first and you got to unbutton those jeans." Kyle said as he snickered.

"Okay, okay." Wayne mumbled as slobber drooled from his mouth. His dick was now fully engorged and lifted upward. He kept one hand on the small of her back holding her in place while he started pulling on her right boot with the other.

"Wayne, unzip the boot. There's a zipper on the side." Drew said to him.

I could see that Kristen was panting heavily like she was out of breath but as Wayne found the zipper, she shot her foot back and hit him hard in the shin.

"Owwwwwww." He roared letting go of her and clutching his leg.

Kristen started crawling towards the corner still gasping for air and I could see her breasts swinging beneath her as she moved. They were wet and glistening and I wondered if it was from her sweat or Wayne's saliva. Wayne recovered quickly and grabbed her by the leg and easily dragged her back to the middle of the mattress while avoiding her kicks. She was in an awkward position to strike and he was able to unzip the right boot and pull it free and then did the same with the other.

Wayne used his strength to put her back on her hands and knees and using his left hand to hold her in place he reached for her jeans button with his right. When his hand reached the front of her jeans, Kristen started trying to twist and turn to keep him away. Unfortunately, her strength was fading and was no match for Wayne's. Wayne gave a grunt of joy as he popped the catch and in seconds he had her jeans to her knees pulling her panties along with them.

I sat there transfixed as he removed first one leg of the jeans and then the other then removed the panties from around her ankles. Kristen was now naked, with this large retarded man, and there was nothing to protect her fertile opening from his hideous tool.

"Remember what I told you. You got to get it wet." Kyle said to Wayne.

"Okay Kyle." Wayne replied and then spit a large offering into his hand and reached between Kristen's legs.

Kristen had begun to sob heavily and seemed to have resigned herself to the inevitable.

"Kristen, I love you." I yelled at her not knowing what else to do.

"Kurt, help me please!" She screamed back as Kyle and Drew closed the door and returned to the chairs.

"Let's give them some privacy." Kyle stated with a laugh.

"Guys, I'll give you anything...do anything but please stop this. I beg you please don't let this happen." I tried once more as I visualized Wayne's large cock approaching it's prize.

"Just shut the fuck up." Drew responded. His attention was clearly focused on the sounds from the room.

There was quiet in the room for over a minute and just when I thought maybe she had been able to convince him to stop, the house was suddenly shattered by loud screams from Kristen.

"He's putting it in." Drew stated.

"Oh my God take it out, Get it out!" Kristen cried out validating Drew's words.

Kristen's screams turned into a continuous wail that went on for some time before a second sound started.

"Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhhh." We could hear Wayne's voice becoming louder each time.

Wayne's grunts lasted for less than a minute and were suddenly replaced by a roar as if a bear had been caught in a trap.

"ARRRRRRRR..." Wayne screamed and we all knew what had occurred.

"I knew that boy wouldn't last long his first time." Drew laughed as Kyle joined in.

"No, but I bet by the end of the week he's riding it hard." Kyle answered.

Kyle and Drew went over and opened the door. Wayne was standing right behind it holding his still hard cock in his hand with a long string of his cum extending from its head towards the ground. I could see Kristen kneeling at the far end of the mattress reaching into her pussy with her fingers apparently trying to fish out Wayne's seed. 

"Sweetheart, don't worry about that. You'll be getting a lot more before the week is over." Kyle laughed at her.

"Wayne, you want some more pussy or do you want to rest." Kyle asked him.

"More pussy." He answered immediately.

"Okay Wayne, Take your time there is no rush." He said to him with a slap on the shoulder.

As Kyle and Drew withdrew and started to close the door, I could see Kristen staring at Wayne with a look of total defeat. It was probably twenty minutes later when sounds from within the room indicated that something was happening and five minutes after that Kristen's wails let us know that Wayne was inside her again. Wayne lasted longer this time but again finished with a roar when he came.

Kyle and Drew only disturbed Wayne once to give Kristen a chance to use the bathroom and drink some water. She was able to slip on her sweater and used her hands to stretch it over her butt to provide some modesty but her relief was short lived and by sundown Wayne had taken her two more times. By now, Kristen was no longer screaming and it was only Wayne's grunts and his climatic roars that let us know what was happening.

The men had moved my cuffs to the front to save my arms, allow me to drink and use the bathroom as well. That evening, we ate a small meal that Ruth Ann had prepared. Kristen was given an old dirty t-shirt to wear that came to mid-thigh and was told to sit next to Wayne. Kyle and Drew began referring to Kristen as Wayne's wife and made her stay still as his hands roamed her body. After dinner, Ruth Ann took some blankets into the room and supervised Kristen while she went to the bathroom and showered before returning to the "Bridal Suite".

By now, Kyle and Drew seemed to be losing interest in listening to the sex. However, they made it clear that I was going to be forced to experience all of it. They bound my feet and pushed me over on the couch then drifted off out of sight. Kristen had barely returned from her shower when Wayne took her again and during the night I counted at least two more couplings.

I awoke Sunday to the sound of footstep close by. Looking up, I could see Wayne leaving the room wandering down the hall with his large cock flopping from side to side as he moved.

"Kristen, are you awake?" I said in a hoarse whisper.

Kristen appeared at the door in the t-shirt looking completely shattered.

"Are you okay?" I asked immediately realizing the stupidity of my question.

"What have you done to me?" She answered distraught and shaking her head.

"I'm so sorry." I replied.

"He's going to kill me. I'm so sore I can barely move." She told me and I could see the stiffness in her movements.

With that she turned and closed the door behind her leaving me alone. Soon, Wayne came back down the hall with Drew beside him.

"It hurts." I heard Wayne say.

"That's cause your doing it too much Wayne. Give your pecker a chance to rest some." Drew told him.

"Okay Drew. Maybe I should go feed the goats." He said.

"Why don't you do that. Make sure to put on your overalls and shoes." Drew replied.

Their conversation implied we were on a farm. Probably, away from other houses which would make escape even more difficult. Wayne wandered away again leaving Drew standing in front of me. He was shirtless and I could see his torso was covered in tattoos. 

"Looks like Wayne fucked himself raw. I bet your wife must be pretty sore too." He stated.

When I didn't reply he continued talking.

"Did you ever get that pussy to sing for you?" He asked.

Again, I made no effort to reply.

"I bet you don't know how. I'm thinking a piece of ass like Ms. Kristen would fuck like a $5 slut if a man new what he was doing. Too bad you don't. Hell I might take a crack at her myself before this is over." He threatened.

With that, he left the room and I was once again left alone. Most of Sunday morning was that way with people occasionally wandering through but it was mostly just Kristen and I. She came out of the bedroom and we tried several times to talk but nothing seemed to come out right. Shortly after noon, Drew came in with Kristen's bag from the SUV. In it was her toiletry items and he let her go to the bathroom and spend time cleaning and fixing herself up. When she came out, she looked fresher physically as well as mentally and took a seat in the room with me and Drew wearing a long sleeved ski undershirt that he had picked out. It covered her vagina but she wasn't allowed to wear a bra or panties and her nipples were clearly outlined through the fabric. Any hope that our situation was improving was short lived.

"Let me see your pussy." Drew demanded.

Kristen looked at him and opened her mouth to begin speaking but stopped herself and pulled the garment up until she was exposed. Kristen's vagina is covered by a thin wisp of hair that she refuses to shave and through the hair we could see that her lips were swollen and distended.

"I figured you would be sore. So is Wayne. How has he been fucking you?" He asked bluntly.

"What do you mean?" She replied while he looked at her sternly.

"How? From behind? Doggie?" He clarified.

"Yes." Kristen responded looking down at the floor.

"Well when he gets the urge I want you to teach him a new position." Drew demanded.

"You're crazy. I'm not going to teach him anything." Kristen countered.

"Well if you don't want that pussy hanging to your knees you might want to think about it." Drew laughed. Then he got up and left us alone.

"You took advantage of that poor girl. What kind of person are you?" She said looking at me with contempt.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. You can hate me but first we need to get out of this." I answered trying to change the subject.

"Look what you caused to happen. I'm the one being raped by that retarded man. It's sick and humiliating and I will probably get pregnant." She replied choking back tears.

"Have you...I mean...can you get his stuff...his semen out?" I asked struggling to ask the very disgusting question.

Kristin looked at me for a long time before answering. "I'm trying but there's so much."

At that moment, Kyle and Drew appeared at the end of the hall struggling to carry something between them. As they got closer, I could see it was a hunk of concrete that they placed on the floor about ten feet away. Drew turned and left and then returned shortly with a long length of chain in his hands.

"We made this up to weigh 200 lbs. We're going to chain you up and take off the cuffs so you can move around some. You can sit here or even go into the room and watch your wife if you got that desire. If you try to move it, we'll kill you." He explained.

Drew fastened the chain through a metal loop coming out of the concrete and secured it with a pad lock then approached me with the other end. In addition to the chain, I could see he had a wide collar that he placed around my neck and adjusted before securing it in place with another padlock that was also connected to the chain. He then took off the cuffs on my hands and the bindings that had been used to secure my feet.

Even though I was still firmly secured, the added movement this setup allowed was a welcome relief. Kyle had me move around to check the length and I found that I could reach the bathroom but not the front door. Also, it allowed me to enter the "Bridal Suite", but not make it so far as the mattress. It seems they had put some thought into the configuration.

"Well you better enjoy your rest while you can. I think Wayne will be ready for some more baby making after he finishes his chores." Drew said looking at Kristen.

Kristen's reprieve actually lasted all afternoon. It wasn't until the light through the curtains was dimming that we saw Wayne in the house and it was another hour before he came for her. Wayne stood by the open door in his dirty overalls waiting for her without saying a word. I could also see that in his hand he held a bottle of lubricant that one of his brothers must have provided. Kristen remained still in her seat not acknowledging the large retarded man. Wayne took a step closer and reached for her but she slapped his hand away and when he tried again they had a brief struggle that resulted in the chair falling over. The commotion brought Drew and Kyle coming down the hall.

"What's going on Wayne?" Kyle asked.

"She won't come." He said acting disturbed.

Kyle reached down and grabbed my wife by her black hair as Drew stood next to me.

"Bitch, you better do what Wayne wants anytime he wants or I'll beat your ass till you beg for it. Now get in there and fuck him like you were told." He said harshly to her his lips an inch from her ear as she twisted in pain.

He let her go and as she stumbled towards the door Wayne grabbed her and pulled her quickly inside then closed it behind them. The men left the way they had come leaving me alone. I sat expecting to hear the sounds of a struggle begin like the previous day but it never came. Instead, after a few minutes, I could begin to hear Wayne grunting as he began fucking my wife. Like the first time, he only lasted a short time before his telling roar let me know he had reached his climax.

Afterwards, it was quiet in both rooms for a while before the grunts started again from Wayne indicating he had recovered. I tried hard not to look but something drew me towards the door. Several times I got up and took a step only to return to my seat knowing it was best not to and realizing it was what the sick bastards wanted me to do. Finally, I took the one extra step that brought me within arms reach of the handle and I didn't turn back.

Slowly and quietly I turned the knob and cracked open the door trying to avoid and squeaking sound that would give me away. Opening it three inches I could see the mattress clearly. Kristen had done what Kyle had instructed her and now had Wayne between her legs as she lay on her back. Wayne's ass was rising and falling and his large frame left only her legs and arms visible. Next to the mattress his overalls and her shirt were in a heap and the bottle of lubricant with some of the liquid missing sat next to it. Kristen's arms were laying flat on the mattress to her sides and her legs were widely spread from the width of his hips with her feet barely touching the mattress. Wayne's head was next to Kristen's and he was emitting his standard grunts as he fucked her with a steady pace. 

Kristin was grunting too in time with his thrusts but her sounds seemed to be more the result of the physical force of Wayne's movements than any arousal or pleasure. As I watched, I noticed Kristen's feet were rolling back and forth and occasionally they would rise a few inches then fall back to the mattress. Also, I could see her fingers clutching and releasing the dirty fabric of the mattress. I put this down to her attempts to alleviate the pain that Wayne's large cock was inflicting. 

Wayne's thrusts started to speed and he began to add moans to his grunting noises. Clearly, he was on his was towards another climax that would result in more seed being planted into Kristen. The pace and sounds grew until Wayne reached a point where he lost all his rhythm and he threw his head back and let out his signature roar. I used the opportunity to close the door and go back to the couch.

"Like what you saw?" Drew said smirking as I turned.

"Hell no." I replied turning red with embarrassment at having been caught.

"Not many men get to see their wife being knocked up by another man." He said laughing.

I was about to tell him to fuck off when the door opened and Wayne stepped out naked with his half hard cock glistening with wetness.

"I'm hungry, Drew." He said leaving the door open as he headed for the kitchen.

"Well Ruth Ann will get you something. You need to keep your strength up." He laughed mocking me once more.

Inside we could see Kristen sitting up on her knees with two fingers buried inside her trying to get Wayne's cum out. She spooned out several finger fulls and wiped them on the mattress before Drew interrupted her.

"You know Ms. Kristen those are the best titties I have ever seen. Have you shown Wayne how to suck on them?" Drew snickered startling her and causing her to grab her top and try to pull it on. He seemed very pleased with the humiliation he was causing both of us.

Kristen, seemingly empowered by his sordid comment, stood and walked by us without talking and went to the bathroom where we heard the water running. When she came out we were summoned to the table to eat some food Ruth Ann had prepared then went back and sat on the couch. 

It was apparent from the routine what our time there was going to entail. Basically, my wife was there just to service Wayne whenever he felt the need and I was there to be humiliated along with her as the fear of pregnancy stayed over our heads. 

Wayne didn't come for Kristen again that day until it was time for bed. When he finally appeared, he took her and led her into the room and all was quiet until I drifted to sleep. I awoke to the light through the window the next morning having never been awoken during the night from the sounds of sex. Kristen later confirmed that she had slept through the night unmolested.

The next day Wayne only came for her once. It was mid-afternoon after he had been working and he was filthy. He spent less than twenty minutes with her before going back outside. Kristen was able to spend time in the bathroom cleaning and fixing herself a bit and was looking pretty good considering. Like the previous day, we didn't see Wayne again till he was ready for bed when he took Kristen into the bedroom and just like before, she slept through the night untouched.

Wayne's interest seemed to fading some probably from a combination of soreness, exhaustion and familiarity, resulting in the interval between his visits growing longer. I also surmised that, even for a mentally handicapped man like Wayne, lovemaking needs to be more than just the physical act of ejaculation to fuel desire and passion and all he was getting from Kristen was her pussy. 




A Mistake That Cost Me Dearly



Because of this, we had long periods of time alone to talk although Kyle and Drew were always close enough that Kristen couldn't sneak away. At first, Kristen viewed me with complete disgust but as we continued I felt that I was making some progress in getting back in her graces, at least she was talking. I knew it would be a long, slow struggle but still, I was encouraged that I seemed to be making some progress, however slight.

Ruth Ann seemed to be holding no interest in me or our situation. She was out of sight most of the time and the few times she was around she avoided eye contact with me. The thought had crossed my mind to try and use her to help make our escape but without some indication of compassion it didn't seem worth the risk.

Tuesday was even better for us than the day before as Wayne never appeared during the day and although he took her to bed that night he, according to Kristin, immediately went to sleep and again left her unmolested.

It was now Wednesday morning and after three good nights we were hopeful that the interest of Wayne had evaporated and that Kristen might get out of this with no more attention. The day started out that way but unfortunately, our hope ended up being shattered. 

We had sat around the whole day talking and trying to pass the boredom. The men had been busy working until late afternoon when a cold front must have come through because the temperature dropped dramatically. In the run down and drafty house, we could feel the cold quickly. Kyle and Drew had come in complaining of it and before long had started drinking whiskey. I knew immediately this was not going to be a good thing and the fact that Ruth Ann and Wayne were nowhere to be seen only fueled my fears. They had been doing their boozing for over an hour and a half, keeping mostly to the kitchen, when they decided to join us.

Kyle carried a half gallon of cheap bourbon which they simply poured over ice in plastic cups. They flopped down onto chairs in the room with us with Kyle looking much worse for wear than Drew.

"We thought we'd join you kids. I'm tired of his lousy bullshit anyway." Drew said with a slight slur.

"Fuck you." Was all that his brother could offer in response as his head lolled from side to side.

"Looks like Wayne's done lost interest in you." Drew said as a taunt.

Neither Kristen nor I responded and I hoped that they would find something else to occupy their drunken state.

"Goddamn Kyle, look at what shitty hosts we are. We haven't given Kurt or Ms. Kristen a drink" Drew stated kicking the side of his brother's leg.

"We don't want anything." I said trying to head them off.

"Bullshit. Kyle, go get us some more cups." His brother commanded.

Kyle staggered off down the hall and came back with two cups half filled with ice. He put them on the table and Drew poured a good portion into each cup and then handed them to us.

"We don't want any." I said.

"Drink." He shot back with a fiery look.

I took a slow sip of my whiskey and saw his stare turn to Kristen who then followed me and did the same. Kristen is not much of a drinker, limiting herself mostly to wine at special dinner occasions, so when the strong liquid hit her throat she began coughing.

"Take it slow at first. You'll get used to it." He explained.

Drew launched off on a long monologue describing a variety of topics including his work, his girlfriends, hunting and the politics of gun control. The only interruptions were his directions to us to keep up with the drinking and friendly insults directed towards his brother Kyle. Despite my attempts to drink slowly, I could feel the warm feeling from inside my body that comes from whiskey. When he demanded that our cups be refilled, I could see that Kristen had almost finished hers. 

"Wayne getting any better?" Kyle asked through half closed eyes catching Kristen off guard.

"Uh, what do you mean?" She replied.

"He fucking you better?" He clarified.

"Now Kyle, Ms. Kristen is a lady and she ain't got to tell you about her new husband." Drew answered saving Kristen from replying.

Drew tried to engage us in conversation but we only gave terse one or two word replies so after several attempts, he launched off on his own tales again which seemed to make him happy. Another thirty minutes went by then he demanded that we finish up and get a refill. By now, Kyle was slumped in his chair with his chin resting on his chest one step away from passing out. 

Looking at Kristen I could see that she was feeling the effects of the whiskey. She had a slight smile on her face and her eyes were glazed. Because of the cold, she had been allowed to put a thin shawl across her legs but she was still without her bra or panties and I could see that her nipples were showing through her tight shirt.

"We don't want anymore." I said putting my cup down.

"Pick the cup up. You'll keep drinking till I say stop." He announced with the same fiery look.

By the end of the third cup I knew I was quite drunk and could only guess at where Kristen was given her small size. Because of our state he had gotten us to engage a bit more into the conversation. Particularly Kristen, which gave me another reason to think she was drunk. Her nipples were now poking hard through the material and though nothing was said I could see Kyle staring at them openly.

"WAYNE." Drew yelled down the hall suddenly making Kristen and I bolt upright.

Soon, Wayne came padding down the hall looking very meek and concerned.

"Yes Drew?" He asked in a childlike voice and I sensed he had some bad experiences with his drunken brothers before.

"Don't you want your wife?" Drew asked him.

"I'm scared." He answered.

"Scared? She ain't going to hurt you." He said to him sounding annoyed.

"Not her. You and Kyle." He replied confirming my suspicions.

"Oh hell Wayne. You're fine. Take your woman to bed before I do." He told him.

Wayne got a look of relief on his face and shuffled towards the door looking at Kristen. Kristen looked at me and then Drew and without a word rose and joined him in the room with the door closing behind them.

"You asshole. He doesn't want her you're just doing this to humiliate us." I said to him the whiskey driving my temper.

"You're the goddamn asshole. You chase after my sister and make her feel special then drop her flat." He said rising from his chair before regaining his composure and sitting back down.

I was angry and breathing heavily but knew I had no hope in a fight. We sat there staring at each other both of us loathing the other. This went on until our attention was diverted to the bedroom when Wayne's familiar grunts started coming through the door. Like the other initial times with Wayne, he lasted only a few minutes before he roared out during his ejaculation.

"Your wife must have a hell of a pussy to milk a cock that fast." Drew said baiting me.

Rather than take the bait, I leaned back into the couch and pretended to be falling asleep. 

I could hear him sipping his whiskey for several minutes before I actually did doze off. I awoke with a start sometime later and could see that Drew had left and Kyle had fallen onto the floor passed out. Getting up, I turned off the light and went back to the couch and stretched out. Just as I was about to drift off, I heard noises in the bedroom followed by Wayne's telltale grunts. 

I listened for several minutes knowing he would last longer this time. Once again, I tried to stay put and not look but eventually I lost my willpower. I moved quietly to the door checking Kyle over my shoulder as I put my hand on the knob. Turning it slowly and pushing the door gently I stood in the small opening letting my eyes focus on the sight in front of me trying to take in the details with only the outside ambient light peeking through the curtains providing any illumination.

They were coupled in the missionary position like the last time I watched and Wayne was fucking her very slowly. Like before her body, except for her arms and legs, were covered by his large frame. They were in the same basic position but something was different and in my drunken state it took me a while to realize that the sounds from Kristin this time were different. These were not the result of the physical force of his body against her but were in fact soft moans of arousal.

At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me and shook my head to clear it but the excited sounds didn't go away. For a moment, my mind tried to rationalize that they must be from pain, the soreness from all the sex but listening closely it was clear that her sounds were from pleasure.

Kristen's hands were by her side and like before her legs were spread but her feet were now hovering off the mattress. One minute turned to two and then three as Wayne kept up his slow pace. Wayne's head had been resting next to Kristen's but suddenly he raised himself on his arms and arched his back as if stretching. At first, I thought Kristen would be able to see me and I shrunk back but her eyes remained blocked by Wayne's large body. Whatever the reason for Wayne's movement, it had an immediate effect on Kristen. Her legs lifted further so that her knees pulled back towards her body, her hands grabbed Wayne's arms at the elbows and she let out a long sexy moan.

Wayne only stayed in this position for a short period before dropping back down as before. When he did, I could hear Kristen whimper in frustration and her legs moved as if trying to find the right position for contact with his cock. Eventually, she seemed to find it with her knees pulled up even closer to her chest. 

"Ohhh, mmm, mmm" I could hear her sounds coming from beneath Wayne growing in intensity.

Wayne seemed oblivious to the arousal he was causing and kept his slow and steady pace. Even in the cold, I could see sweat beads start to form on his back then run across his sides. Kristen's hands had traveled up his arms and were now resting on his shoulders. Her sounds were becoming more distinct and deliberate too.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh..." She gasped softly in rhythm to his strokes.

I thought about screaming for them to stop but something held me back and kept me riveted to my spot. I couldn't believe this backwoods, challenged man was exciting my wife. As I stood there thinking about how this was occurring, it dawned on me that in their current position, the upturned shape of his cock was likely causing his head to rub across her g-spot with each stroke.

Wayne's motions were relentless as he drove his large cock into her once small pussy. Kristen's left hand was still on his shoulder but her right hand had wandered to his lower back as if to guide his motions.

"Don't stop." I heard her say as a soft plea when Wayne's movements halted for a second. Amazingly, he did resume and her knees raised further until her feet were touching his ass. Her soft sounds soon returned too.

This was Kristen's normal position to orgasm and she seemed to be very close although wary of making any sound. Suddenly, Kristen's body stiffened once, then twice and sharp spasms quickly followed wracking through her as she kicked her legs into the air like some cowboy spurring a bucking bronco. Both hands went to Wayne's ass and I could see the muscles in her arms stand out as she pulled herself hard against him.

"Oh God, don't stop Wayne." She panted in a heavy whisper that was clearly audible to me.

Wayne's pace never altered and even as she began to catch her breath and come down he stayed in rhythm and continued his grunting noises. Kristen's hands had fallen back to his elbows and her legs were down so that her feet were wrapped behind his ass. Wayne had just fucked my beautiful wife to a powerful orgasm and yet seemed completely unaware.

As the sounds of her breathing faded the room once again was turned over to the relentless grunting of Wayne as he fucked Kristen. He was like a marathoner in stride having found that perfect pace that allowed him to continue. In my mind, this was as long as he had ever lasted and I wondered what was now propelling his body and what was keeping him from releasing.

Whatever the cause, Kristen seemed to be the beneficiary as I stood and watched her accept his curved cock. Without warning, Kristen put her hands on his shoulders and then spoke.

"Wayne, stop. Please stop." She said in a soft whisper.

After several seconds of no response, she tried again.

"Please stop. Just for a second." She said to him putting her hand on the side of his head.

"Not done yet." He answered in a confused voice.

"Just for a second Wayne." She now said almost begging.

Wayne slowed and then stopped and Kristen guided his hips to the side so his cock left her pussy. I thought that she had had enough and was going to ease from under him but instead she reached for the bottle of lubricant and poured a healthy portion in her hand then brought her hand between them and out of my line of sight. I had eased the door closed as Wayne moved to shield myself from her view but I was still able to see her use the lotion then guide Wayne back inside her and continue their coupling.

Wayne quickly regained his pace but now I could hear a squishing sound as his cock now plunged into her well lubricated pussy. Wayne did his stretch again and lifted himself onto his hands and off her body. This time though he stayed this way as they continued to fuck. 

"Ohhh, mmm, ohhh..." Kristen whined as her legs began to move to find the right angle.

Wayne was soaked with his own sweat and when he lifted from Kristen I could see that her body was wet as well. From my vantage point, I couldn't see Wayne's face well but he seemed to have a distant, slack jawed look and saliva was dripping from his open mouth onto Kristen's neck. In this new position, somehow he kept up his same never ending motion and soon I could see Kristen's body giving off signs of her renewed excitement.

Kristen's legs started going into the air again and her hips freed from his weight were now rocking in time with his pace. My God I thought to myself, this retarded bastard is going to make her cum again. And, in less than a minute he did just that.

"Oh...Oh God...Oh my God...Oh Wayne..." She cried to her simple lover as her spasms signaled her second climax.

I watched her body release then come down from her orgasm and still Wayne kept going. Again, she stopped him but this time Kristen turned over into a doggie position and offered her ass to him. Wayne seemed reenergized by this and it was only a short time before I could sense that he was building towards his own climax. Wayne's hands were on her hips and Kristen's head was on the mattress with her black hair spilled around her. I could still hear a slurping sound from her wet pussy and then watched as she reached and took his hand and brought it to her breast. 

"Oh!" Wayne said momentarily stopping his staccato grunts then starting again.

After that, his thrusts lost their natural pace and became more urgent. Seconds later, he threw his head back and his roar filled the room and the house as he emptied himself again in Kristen. I sensed that she may have experienced a small orgasm too as I watched her hands squeeze the mattress and her ass grind into Wayne's crotch as he came. Whether or not, I had just watched Wayne take my wife and bring her to at least two sexual peaks. With them still coupled, I eased the door closed and went to the couch and masturbated until I spilled my own seed across my belly. Afterwards as I was drifting to sleep, I convinced myself that it was the liquor that had made Kristen lose control and give in to Wayne's large cock.

Thursday was a very quiet day. Wayne disappeared early and we only saw Drew and Kyle twice and only for short periods. Of course, they made a point of trying to humiliate us each time but that was becoming harder to do. 

Several times, I thought about telling Kristen I had witnessed her orgasms. But I couldn't see how that conversation would end well so I held myself back. I rationalized that if we were able to patch up our marriage there would be a time to discuss it but it wasn't now. Kristen was scared about what would happen to us at the end of the week and although I wasn't convinced myself, I calmed her buy saying that if they had wanted to kill us they could have done that long ago.

Exhausted from the boredom, Kristen had gone into the bedroom to sleep when Ruth Ann appeared before me.

"I'm sorry Kurt. I didn't want to tell them but they made me." She said sounding very sincere.

"It's not your fault Ruth Ann. I'm sorry how I treated you." I replied.

"If the baby is a boy, I'm going to name him Kurt." She announced after an awkward silence.

"Oh, that's nice Ruth Ann." I answered as the reality hit me again with fresh force.

There was another long silence with Ruth Ann looking at me with a soft smile on her face. It was the smile that finally led me to ask her to help Kristen and me.

"Ruth Ann. You have to help my wife and I get away. Your brothers are going to kill us." I said hoping my declaration would frighten her into helping.

"No they won't. I..I.. mean they won't if your wife has the baby. If she doesn't though..." She answered.

"What are you saying?" I asked. My thoughts on escaping suddenly set aside to learn about the brother's sick intent.

"They are going to tell you that she has to have the baby. If they find out she uh...y'all did anything then they said they will kill both of you." Ruth Ann explained. It clearly pained her to say it as her eyes left my face and went to the floor.

"Ruth Ann you got to help us get..." I started.

"Goddamnit Ruth Ann. We told you to stay away from this asshole. What's he been saying?" Kyle demanded. He had entered the room swiftly and now had his hand on his sister's arm pulling her to face him.

"Nothing Kyle. We were just talking. I was telling him the baby's name." She was able to get out even though she was very frightened.

"Well get back to cleaning the kitchen." He said thrusting her towards the door. He glared at me without speaking for several seconds then disappeared down the hallway.

"What happened?" Kristen asked a minute later emerging from the bedroom still looking sleepy.

"I tried to talk Ruth Ann into helping us escape but Kyle caught me." I told her in a low voice intentionally leaving out the information Ruth Ann had provided.

"This is a nightmare." She replied and looked like she might start crying.

"Kristen. Honey. Let's make love. Please." I said to her and watched a shocked look cross her face. Hearing Ruth Ann explain that we would be killed if we aborted a pregnancy made me feel that I needed some hope, however small, that any baby might be mine.

"Are you insane?" Kristen answered.

"Please. I can't explain. Just please." I begged her.

She stared at me and the seconds seemed like hours before she finally answered. "Where? How?"

"Let's go into the room." I said jumping up.

I pushed my wife ahead of me and closed the door as far as it would go until it stuck on the chain. As fast as I could, I dropped my pants and directed Kristen onto her hands and knees on the wood floor. Her slit was quite wet and lacked the snug feel I was use to. 

"Ummm..." We sounded in unison as I penetrated her.

Knowing what we were doing was dangerous I set a fierce pace trying to reach a climax as quickly as possible. Kristen seemed to sense the urgency too and was panting hard and pushing back against me. It wasn't long before I felt the tell tale tingling in my groin warning of soon to be ejaculation.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!" I heard a voice scream directly behind me then felt a strong hand on my neck that pulled me from my wife and threw me against the wall.




A Mistake That Cost Me Dearly



Disoriented, I fell to the ground and lay there for a second before realizing that Drew had his fingers inside Kristen's pussy and was yelling at her.

"Did he cum in you? Did that asshole cum in you?" He demanded to know.

"NO...NO." She cried out while crawling to the mattress with him following her with his fingers still probing.

Drew stood and turned towards me and before I could react he kicked me in the balls with his heavy work boot .

"AYYYEEEAHHHHH!" I cried out in excruciating pain and instinctively rolled to the side clutching my groin to avoid a second blow. I saw stars and almost instantly a wave of nausea hit me induced by the deep pain.

"The only seed that's going in your wife's pussy is Wayne's." Drew stated with seething anger while lifting me by the collar. "Now get your ass out of here."

It was impossible to stand so Drew half drug me to the other room and dropped me in the middle. 

"Where the fuck is Wayne." I heard him yell out above me.

"He's out fixing some fence. What the hell happened?" I heard Kyle's voice and his footsteps as he approached. 

"I caught this asshole fucking his wife. Luckily, I don't think he got any cum in her." He explained.

"Do we need to move him?" Kyle asked.

"Nah, I don't think he will be using those balls on anything for a while." He responded with a chuckle.

Still in abject pain, I tried to work my pants up over my hips but another wave of nausea hit and I had to lie still. 

"Fuck both of you." I said to them in anger and frustration.

"Don't even think about getting that little dick of yours in your wife. If you try again, so help me I'll cut it off and feed it to the hogs." Drew declared.

With that, the two men walked away and several minutes later I heard the bedroom door open and Kristen appeared. Back in her shirt, she helped me get my pants up then move to the couch where I found a somewhat comfortable position resting partially on my left side.

We were left alone until dinner which we spent mostly in silence. Occasionally, I would catch her looking down at her tummy and I wondered if she was thinking about already being pregnant. 

Not long after dinner was over, Wayne took Kristen to the bedroom. I was left alone as neither Kyle nor Drew came by. I suspected they needed a good night's sleep after hitting the bottle hard the previous evening. There was an occasional rustling sound from the bedroom but none of Wayne's normal grunts. I hoped that he was asleep but after watching Kristen respond to him I wasn't completely sure.

The next morning, Kristen confirmed that Wayne had quickly fallen asleep and so had she. Now that it was Friday, I thought that just one more day and it all might be over and if we were lucky we might escape without Kristin being impregnated. Other than the occasional check from Kyle or Drew we were left alone. Ruth Ann only seemed to appear around meal times and I was sure that her brother's had given her a strong warning to stay away from me.

During the night, my balls had swollen to the size of small oranges and I had to leave my pants undone to provide some room. They ached deeply to the point that I worried that permanent damage may have been done. Kristen spent most of the day with me on the couch but we actually did very little talking as by then everything to talk about had already been discussed.

That evening Drew and Kyle appeared with the whiskey again and if anything they were in a more aggressive mood then they had been the night before last. Like before, both Wayne and Ruth Ann seemed to be intentionally avoiding coming in contact with them. Kristen too, sensing trouble, had tried to retire to the bedroom but was told she had to stay and have a drink.

"Take it." Kyle instructed my wife as he extended his arm.

Reluctantly, Kristen accepted the whiskey but held it in her hand without drinking. Drew poured another glass and handed it to me and I took a small sip. When I looked over at Kristen, I saw that she too was taking small sips.

Unlike the previous night, Drew and Kyle were just beginning to drink so I realized that they had a long ways to go before they were finished. At first, they mostly drank in silence but as the liquor hit they became more vocal and animated freely telling stories and trying to be funny. It was a bizarre situation, since we were captives, to hear then regale us with stories like we were old friends.

Kyle was rougher and more course than his brother and I had been watching him for a while stare at my wife. Something seemed to building in him and he finally blurted out. "Lift up that shirt and let me look at your pussy."

His words startled Kristen and even Drew seemed to be caught off guard but he quickly recovered. "Now Kyle you can't be going after Wayne's wife."

The way he said it indicated to me that he was trying to defuse the situation. Kyle seemed deterred for a few minutes but continued his stares and soon repeated his demand. Kristen looked at me with concern and even glanced towards Drew as if seeking support however, there was none given.

"Give Kyle a look between your legs honey." Drew said with a shrug.

I could tell Kristen was humiliated but she had learned that there was no way out in this situation so we all watched as she took the shirt in her hands and pulled it up until it was level with her belly button. Her closed legs revealed little and it wasn't long before another demand was made.

"Spread your legs and give us a look." Drew said now supporting his brother's demands.

Kristen, with a quick glance towards me, opened her legs until her mound came into view. There were still bruises on the inside of her thighs but the swelling around her pussy had gone down considerably. 

"Goddamn let's fuck her Drew. Why should Wayne get all the fun?" Kyle exclaimed as he fidgeted in his chair.

"No Kyle. This is about Wayne and Ruth Ann. You need to just calm the fuck down." He said to his brother.

Wayne was bad enough but Kyle's actions scared me and I worried that Kristen might get shared by all three. However, Drew's admonishment of Kyle seemed to work and he slumped back in his chair and took another long pull on the whiskey.

Drew tried to lighten the mood by returning to his story telling and it seemed to work although occasionally I saw Kyle look at my wife hungrily. Two cups later, Kristen and I were where we had been the other night but Drew and Kyle, with much better tolerance, didn't seem to be fazed yet. 

"I need to lie down." Kristen announced. She started to get up and surprisingly it brought no admonishment from the brothers.

"Wayne? Where the hell are you boy?" Drew yelled down the hall.

Wayne appeared at the opening to the room and looked meekly in. He was dressed in his standard overalls and shirt but seemed more dirty than normal and his pants had what looked like a half dried pee stain in the crotch. He glanced between his brothers with fear on his face before Drew spoke.

"Wayne, your wife is ready for bed. You got one more night to make a baby so get after it." He told him.

Wayne moved swiftly across the room and arrived at the bedroom before Kristen who followed him and closed the door behind them. Amazingly, it all seemed natural now and there weren't even any rude comments from Drew or Kyle. Instead, they returned to their drinking and began talking about the things they needed to get done over the next few days.

Drew poured another round and we drank with me listening intently for any sound that gave guidance on what was going on. I assumed with Drew's encouragement that Wayne would be going after Kristen aggressively but the silence made me wonder whether he once again was happier just to fall asleep. After about thirty minutes, I noticed that Drew had an odd look and was speaking less. When he stood and walked close to the door, I knew he too was curious about what was going on.

"Drew you think that boy knows to get after it?" Kyle asked watching his brother.

"I did a couple days ago but looks like he lost interest." Drew replied. At that precise moment we all heard a soft but unmistakable grunt from Wayne.

Drew smiled and returned to his chair but was clearly fidgeting and after just a few minutes he rose and went to the door.

"Turn out the lights." Drew said to his brother.

Our room was lit only by a table lamp and when Kyle clicked it off the room was plunged into complete darkness. It took us all a minute for our eyes to adjust and in that time there were several more sounds from Wayne then Kyle joined his brother by the door. Slowly, Drew opened it slowly and quietly and I could see them staring which piqued my curiosity and caused me to join them. They both looked at me with big smiles and when I looked inside I knew why.

Wayne was between my wife's spread legs slowly fucking her while she clutched his ass with her right hand and stroked the back of his head with the other. There was little sound coming from them although my senses told me both were enjoying the coupling immensely. They seemed oblivious to our presence which allowed us to watch their mating in its natural state.

"Ugghhhnnn..." Wayne suddenly grunted.

"Ssshhh Wayne." My wife said to him quickly. It was clear she was hoping to keep their encounter undiscovered.

"Wayne's cock done whipped your pretty wife." Drew whispered to me with a smirk. "Look at her. She sure is liking it. She'll take that baby just fine."

His words were impossible to argue and I found myself wondering if in fact Wayne had merely fallen asleep these previous nights or if Kristen had been manipulating him to have quiet and secret sex. The orgasms I had seen her have before made me believe that this was very likely the case.

Kristen was mostly blocked from our view but her whimpers of passion could be heard from beneath Wayne's large frame. Soon, joining Wayne's grunts and Kristen's mews was the wet, slurping sound of his large cock working its way in and out of my wife's well used opening.

"Fuck her good Wayne. She sure does like it." Kyle called out no longer able to stay quiet.

There was little response from Wayne but we immediately saw my wife's feet drop to the mattress and her hands move so that they were now pushing on his shoulders as if to get him off. 

"Don't get all goddamn shy now girl. We done saw Wayne getting you off. Your husband too. So get back to it." Drew spoke with a taunting voice.

Kristen was completely quiet now but Wayne continued to grunt with each stroke and his cock maintained its domination over her pussy by making it squish and slurp.

"Get your legs back in the air and your hands on his ass. Quit pretending you don't like it. I ain't going to tell you again." Drew commanded my wife. Despite his threat, Kristen remained still and silent beneath Wayne. 

"Wayne, raise up on your arms." Kyle told his brother. His words must have confused the simple man because he stopped moving and looked at us. Kyle tried again this time with more instruction. "Push up on your arms but keep your dick in her."

The large man lifted his torso up with his strong arms and Kristen's sweat covered body came into view. After a quick glance in our direction, she turned her head away and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Kyle moved to the mattress behind my wife's head and reached out with his hands until his fingers found her small nipples.

"AYYYEEEEE...STOP!" Kristen cried out in pain as he pinched and twisted the tender flesh. Instinctively, I tried to move to help her momentarily forgetting about the chain which jerked my neck backwards after taking a further step into the room. Drew grabbed the chain in his hand and pulled me back threatening me with his fist.

"You going to fuck Wayne and quit pretending?" Drew yelled while his brother maintained his hold. Kristen was trying hard to move so she could free his grip but Wayne's body was too heavy to throw.

"I can't." She cried in what clearly was intense pain.

Kyle released her nipples just for a second then twisted them the opposite way. "Yes, you can. We watched you getting off. Now we ain't going to ask again. I'll pull these nipples clean off you!" He shouted at her.

"Okay, okay...just stop! Please!" She implored him.

"I won't be so nice next time." Kyle said as a final warning then released her. "Fuck her hard Wayne."

Wayne dropped back on my wife, hiding her once again, and started thrusting into her with a renewed energy.

"Uggghhh..." We heard Kristen cry out with his first full thrust.

"Girl, what did I tell you?" Kyle asked but his words were really a threat.

Kristen's legs slowly began to lift until her feet were resting on the back of his thighs and her hands moved to his ass. However, there wasn't the sense of passion coming from her and, other than the grunts caused by his large body, she was quiet.

Drew and Kyle became quiet too and for the next few minutes we watched the coupling in silence. It gave me time to think about my wife's reaction. I knew that arousal is a natural state and that being only human she couldn't be held responsible for her reaction. Still, it hurt, and although I knew that it was my own doing that brought us to this situation for the thousandth time since we were kidnapped, I wondered if my marriage had any future.

The first signs were slight but we all noticed and Drew and Kyle turned to me smiling. Kristen's hands, which had been resting on Wayne's ass, started to clench and then squeeze him as he moved. Before long, she was back to openly squeezing him and pulling his ass into her. Occasionally, as if she caught herself, she would stop but always within just a few seconds her actions would start again.

"Mmmm..." Came a soft but clear sound from my wife when Wayne changed his motion. He was now lifting up his hips at the end of each thrust. Again, Kyle and Drew looked at each other and me with big grins.

I doubt Wayne had any idea about the scene he was creating as he pistoned relentlessly into Kristen. Sweat was dripping off his body and I wondered how long he would be able to continue, although he showed no sign of flagging. I was like a moth to a flame, watching something so fundamentally wrong, but unable to merely turn and walk away. Both Drew and Kyle were clearly excited and both were now rubbing themselves through their pants. So far, they had left Kristen to Wayne but I was worried that when he finished they would want her too.

"Ohhh...unnggghhh...ohhh..." My wife suddenly whined when Wayne changed his motion. He must have hit something just right as her hands were now guiding him. I tried to remind myself that it wasn't her fault but still wondered how she could abandon herself to sexual gratification when she was being fucked by a challenged man while his two brothers and her husband watched. It had become a completely depraved, carnal act and compounding the sordid scene was the fact that Kristen was moving rapidly towards a climax.

"Uggghhh...uggghhh...uggghhh..." Wayne began bellowing and it now looked like it was going to be a race to see who finished first.

"MMMM...OHHH...OHHH...OHHH...HHHNNN...HHHHNNN...UMMM..." Kristen cried out as her nails dug deep into Wayne's ass and her legs rose and thrashed in the air. The orgasm hit her hard and we could see her hair flailing around as her head tossed back and forth. 

Wayne was only seconds behind and with a roar followed by a series of grunts his body flexed then jerked. My mind went to the semen that was pouring out of the end of his large cock into Kristen's fertile body.

"That's it Wayne. Fill her cunt." Kyle encouraged his brother.

"If she wasn't before, she damn sure is knocked up now." Drew proclaimed while he continued to fondle himself.

We watched Wayne stop and then collapse on my wife in utter exhaustion. Soon, the sound of Kristen crying could be heard beneath his body.

"I'm sorry Kurt...I'm so sorry." She called out.

I felt unbelievably low. Not only had I got my poor wife into this but now she was apologizing to me for something she couldn't help. At least I told myself she couldn't help it. I knew that she needed to hear from me some words that she could take comfort in but my mouth was too dry, so in silence I turned to leave.

Ruth Ann was standing right behind me, having witnessed the mating, and stepped aside to let me by. She followed me to the couch and sat at the opposite end.

"I'm sorry Kurt." She said with a look of pity.

"Let's fuck her too." Kyle said to his brother from the doorway before I could speak. My fears came rushing back. Somehow, in my mind, this would actually be worse than the sex with Wayne. Wayne couldn't help himself and was being forced like Kristen but these two had no excuse.

"No Kyle. We need to make sure it's Wayne's baby." Drew replied to his brother in a manner that said it wasn't open for discussion.

Kyle seemed to flash for a moment then with a big exhale of breath he backed away from the door and returned to his chair. Drew followed soon thereafter closing the door behind him as he left.

It was misting when we stepped outside to find Kristen's SUV, still loaded with our vacation gear, in front of an old ramshackle frame house that had been our prison for a week. Kyle, Drew and Ruth Ann stood in the doorway as we left with Wayne barely visible behind them.

Prior to our departure, Drew had explained to us that if we made any attempt to halt a pregnancy they would know and would kill us both. If Kristen had somehow managed to come through the ordeal without being impregnated, that was fine, it was God's will, but if Wayne had given her a child she was bound to deliver it. Surprisingly, they made no effort to threaten us about involving the police I guess instinctively knowing that it was too sordid an ordeal to want in the public record.

Kristen did in fact become pregnant and nine months to the day of our release gave birth to a large baby boy. Although we talked about an abortion numerous times, the fear of Kyle and Drew and Kristen's own reluctance kept us from acting until it was too late. 

As far as Kristen and I, there was lots of talking and tears along the way with Kristen more upset about my betrayal of her with Ruth Ann than the fact it had resulted in her rape and impregnation. It was three months before we finally made love which, although satisfying, was also surreal knowing that Wayne's baby was growing inside her.

Then there was the concern, fear really, over the health of the child. We did lots of research on the subject which in the end provided little relief. We just had to wait and see which kept a constant strain on our lives. Fortunately, by the time the child turned two, we were fairly certain that it didn't suffer from the genetic malady. Little Kevin, was rambunctious and precocious, scoring well above kids his age in both motor skill tests and intelligence tests. 

With that, I hoped that it was all behind us and miraculously our marriage was going to survive. I began thinking of Kristen and I having our own child which surprisingly wasn't met with the enthusiasm from my wife I had expected.

It was about a week later, on a Saturday, that I arrived home early from playing golf to find a quiet house. The baby was asleep in its crib and although I called out to Kristen there was no response. Going to our bedroom, I found the bathroom door closed and the sound of the tub running. Just as I was about to knock, I heard a sensual moan coming from behind the door. I knew that Kristen's favorite way to masturbate was to let the jets from the Jacuzzi massage her clit and I imagined her in there with her legs spread. With a smile, I stayed quiet so I could be an auditory voyeur and from the sounds, I could tell her arousal was increasing quickly until I heard her call out as her orgasm hit.




A Mistake That Cost Me Dearly



"Fuck me Wayne, fuck me...ohhh fuck me!"



A Mistake



The young black haired girl name Donna who sat farther way continued "So what if I'm not as experimental as this bitch! My boyfriend doesn't mind when I give him head. If he wanted a crazier girlfriend he needs to start looking. This girl is not a fucking slut,"

The other who was laughing, Her name was Tiffany she wore a long red dressed that did distinguish her a bit from her friend. "Well you're growing up old and alone. My man gets a lot more from me. He gets in on the road, truck stops, and even an open house viewing! Oh and Donna don't be mad, but on the way over, me and Jim joined the mile high club. Yeah!" She stood up a little as L.J. and her high-fived.

L.J. sat back in his chair and looked down; Donna looked over at him and dipped her finger in her drink flicking a little bit of it at him.

"You ok Hun?"

L.J. responded by smiling and chuckling a little.

"If you guys had a terrible secret that you want to tell someone, how would you handle it?"

Both of the girls were confused and sat in silence pondering his question.

Donna broke the moment of silence that followed "L.J. let's go to that lounge over there and you can explain the whole story."

L.J. chuckled again as he stood up. He didn't have many chips so he just put them in his shirt pocket while the girls who had one ore two dollars a piece tipped the dealer and thanked him for the game.

The three walked a short distance as they came to the lounge they sat in the back not to be disturbed. There was a live jazz playing and for the most part very casual area.

L.J. sat down as Tiffany text-ed both of the girls significant others, letting them know what was up. L.J. knew it would be a fight if he was seen with them like this. So he was glad there wouldn't be a problem later.

Donna smiled" So L.J. start at the beginning and let us know what's going on."

Tiffany grabbed her drink and drank a little, she didn't seemed as interested, but she was having fun either way.

L.J. grinned,"It's a little dirty, that ok with you two?"

Tiffany nodded and Donna followed suit.

L.J. took a deep breath as he started

"Well it all started at the interview for the place I work for now. I had an interview with the supervisor there and we really hit it off. After the interview is when things got really crazy really quickly. He thanked me for my time and walked me out of his office. When I was walking out of the office, I heard....moans." Tiffany who was disinterested until then suddenly then gained a little energy and started to pay more attention in the subject.

L.J. continued "It was a worker in one of the offices I found out. A friend of mines to be exact office, she was the one helped me get the job in the first place. But the thing is, I knew she wasn't in that day. She was off that day sick I believe, but any ways, I creak the door open to her office slowly, just for enough sound to come out for me to hear what exactly was going on. And in my mind I think the worse case scenario is it is her, and I apologize for catching her in the act. We knew each other well enough where this would only be a minor issue between us two. Easily forgotten with a phone call if you get me because were pretty good friends and she would just be pissed I didn't knock first. Anyways it's not, I hear more moans, but now I realize that it's more digitized, like if it's on video. Suddenly the sound cuts, and the door swings open and I see this blond, whose name isn't important, but yes she is standing there looking up a me, I'm guessing wondering who I am. She tells me to step inside in a very calm tone. I knew the office and most of the employees. So I wasn't worried much so I stepped in, the blond tells me to take a seat and I do. She locks the door behind us as she takes a seat beside me. Not behind the desk as I thought she was going too."

Donna turned to Tiffany and they gave each other a look as if they had the same thought and confirmed it with each other.

L.J. laughed a little as he saw the look. "You gals have no idea, so anyways she straightens her self out and I realize now after taking a good look at her this girl is actually pretty dam good looking. I could tell there was a little reaction from her to me too, but I was playing it cool for the moment. But anyways we sat there in silence for a bit I am guessing she was trying to size me up, probably to see if I could be intimidated. Didn't really work, I just smirked at her and waited for her to say something. Then she did something that completely hit me for a loop. She stood up and slapped me. She then commanded me to take off my pants. I told her no way no how. She slapped me again. She repeated for me to take off my pants. The slaps weren't hard mind you, more playful than anything. I told her again that no way no how. She bent down in front of me and pushed my legs apart. At this moment I started to get excited, but I kept myself cool headed and in control for the moment. She looked up at me with very piercing eyes as she told me that she needed this right now, and that she was going to get it from me right now, or she was going to yell at the top of her lungs. I told her go ahead and yell. Trust me that if it comes down to it I rather take my chances with the police than you. She took the answer pretty well. She reacted by leaning in forward and she placed one hand on my crotch. She started to rub me, and come on even the coolest headed man could resist getting excited at that point. She then pulled her hand away as fast as she had placed it and brought them to my belt and unbuttoned the first notch and pulled out my belt. I sat there just enjoying the moment. She went back to rubbing me gently giving my now rising cock a nice playful touch. This smile came across her face that made me feel uneasy for a second, but I didn't pay too much attention to it.

That's when she told me then again and reminded me that she needed this more than anything. I pulled my mind together and I finally told her that if she wanted it she was going to have to sign something that said it was legit, I wasn't stupid especially after the threat she just made. Like a magician she took my name and wrote on a piece of paper that she was in consent for me to fuck her all day and night long and for as long as I wanted, within 30 seconds she returned to find me fully ready, and let's say we were there for a while."

The two girls who seemed to be waiting for more of the story sat their in anticipation. Donna was the first to bring it up. "So what happened? Is that it?"

L.J. responded with a nod

Tiffany pulled forward now as if irritated. "No sorry, you started this and now you finish it, we want all the details and how far you went with this girl. We want all the nasty details." Donna nodded to agree with Tiffany's statement.

L.J. laughed loudly, "Ok gals, I get it, you want the really nasty version right." The two girls responded by nodding with enthusiasm.

"Ok, so she slams the paper in my chest and returns her attention back to me pulling my pants down below my waste and my cock breaks out through my boxers at full ready to rock status. She smiles pleased, I could tell, she then licks the pre-cum from the tip. She giggles and moans as she leans in and engulfs my cock in her mouth as far as she could go. Almost reaching down to the bottom before coming back up and then back down again. She grabs me by my shaft and starts to jerk me, hard as though she wanted me to cum early. I grab her blond hair and yank on it a little to slow her down. She gives me a very sensual moan, then comes at me again as she engulfs me again and moans giving me her best right of the gate. I couldn't help, but groan a little, as quiet as I tried to be. She started to strip her clothes as I saw what gorgeous large breasts pop out from her suit she was wearing before. Before I knew it she was half naked her bra flying off and trying to pull off the rest of my bottom half. She then takes her big old breasts and places these watermelons around my cock and jerks me off for at least a few good minutes before I erupted. She some how could tell and with much enthusiasm before I came she wrapped her mouth around my cock and took it all in and swallowed my whole load. I never heard a girl moan so loudly and so happily then this sex crazed girl. So after this eruption I was pretty warn, she took her time too. She seemed pretty worn out from working so hard to get me to cum. She then stood up after a few seconds and shaved the rest of her clothing off. She wanted more and I could tell this wasn't going to be a short fuck. She too the time tough, and leaned over the desk and presented her very plump ass to me. She told me to give her a good spanking, she had been quite naughty. So I naturally pulled back my hand and slammed her bum with my open hand to which she moaned her body turned red and came right there which was surprising to me that it happened quickly. She reached back and grabbed my resting cock, and started to slowly massage my shaft giving me a little life. I slapped her again as she picked up the phone and dialed an extension and told the person on the there line to bring a large pack of condoms to my friends office. She said it so very casual as if this was something normal every day thing. Within a few moments and a couple more slaps later a very young looking girl unlocked the door and came into the office and looked me over. She had the condoms in hand as she passed them off to the blond. The young girl unwrapped one and kneel-ed down between my legs like the blond before her. She grabbed me by the shaft and took my cock in her mouth as well just like the blond. She only went down about half way though as she sucked me as hard as she could for a good minute before wrapping the condom around my now revived cock. She kissed the tip of my balloon wrapped penis as though if she was trying to be a little more playful as well to just completely mysterious. She stood up and walked out of the office before she left she told me that I was lucky to be with her blond, What I heard around the office after wards is that apparently blond worker gal didn't shack up with too many people. Most people actually thought she was the biggest ice queen ever. But anyways, the rejuvenated and rested blond returned and stood me up as she stripped me of the rest of my interview clothes, she then hopped up on me grabbing me by my shoulder blades and wrapping her legs around my waist taking the time to lower herself on my fully extended cock. We fucked in mid air for a while as she flushed up again rather quickly and she came rapidly again."

L.J. out of the corner of his eye watched as Donna slipped a hand under the table were they sat at and a look of surprise came of Tiffany who said nothing only just only shot out a look of shock. Donna's hand was only gone for a couple of seconds but L.J. could tell something was up but he kept going not missing a beat.

"So after going another few minutes she gets exhausted of holding on and she then releases her leg lock and she climbs down of me, and decides to lean against the wall. Her ass becomes the prime and ready target for a turn now. I inserted slowly into her ass as she grabbed her shirt off the floor, she stuck it in her mouth biting down on it as she groaned rather loudly into the cloth. I would between my thrusts would slowly pull out to the tip, and then slam into her which was followed by a long groan. I finally gave her a break as she turned around now waiting for me to take her from the front. I gladly obliged as we continued again. She moaned loudly into her shirt as I fucked her pussy hard. I wasn't to sure, but I think she could have climaxed one more time as I didn't stop, she was my fuck slave for the moment her back slamming against the office wall with every thrust. I was gonna have my way with her. When I finally hit my breaking point again after her hitting hers for the third time she broke the motions, and quickly bent down ripping off the plastic bubble wrap to engulf me again, and accepting her reward not letting anything escape her mouth lock. After finishing up she smiled as she came up to me I'm guessing for a kiss by the way she moved. I moved away though. I told her that, I felt nothing for her. I enjoyed the sex a lot, but this was the end of it. She looked me straight in the eye as she wrapped her arms around me and told me. We will see. The rest of the afternoon was a blur. I got dressed as she made another phone call, and the other young girl returned. The blond who was still would come to massage my warn cock from time to time not saying word though. As though she was still marking her territory. I cleaned myself up as I left in almost the same way I had entered, a few wrinkles here and there, and a lot less energy, but still good. As I left I could have sworn the young lady that had entered start to strip. I thought I was seeing things, but I wasn't going to go back in there. I had my consent and that all I was going to need."

Donna leaned back she looked excited and ready for a little action herself. Tiffany on the other hand was still taking the story in. she took her self phone and text-ed something very quickly as she closed her phone. She turned to Donna and whispered to her in a very soft tone that L.J couldn't hear. "I need a release, now!"

Donna patted her back and told her in the same tone. "In a moment dear" she turned back to L.J. "So ...What does this story have to do with your earlier question?"

L.J. smirked "This blond girl is very tight with a childhood best friend of the girl I like. This red head named Tanya who hates my guts. They have much deeper relationship with the girl I want to be with and I'm kind of fucked if I do anything. They would tell her that I slept with the blond, and probably that she was in love with me or whatever. And this girl, the one I like, is a great girl; loyal too, it would be over before it started. She would never look at me the same."

Donna smiled now as she reached over and touched L.J. for a moment on his knee. "You need to tell her yourself right away. Everyone has a right to be happy and so do you. Now for us that's getting rid of this itch you gave us. We wish you the best of luck Hun. And fuck her brains out doll," The two girls stood up and walked off. To where? Only they knew. L.J. sat there for a moment and thought about it. He really wondered if Lizzy would still want to be with him after that. In the end he gave it one last thought, and pushed it to the back of his mind, and just decided to go for it. He would rather have her for one night then never at all. He stood up and went back to the front desk where he found another young man behind the desk.

"Yeah my names L like lucky, J like jet and I needed to pick up my room key." The young man finished the request as he gave L.J. the room key and L.J. walked off.

Back in the room it was getting late, but Lizzy didn't mind. She had been to her room a few times to take her bag and make it look as though she had spent the night there for when Tanya would be coming the next day. She was nervous with anticipation as she heard the house phone went off. She picked it up quickly and she heard a deep voice on the other line talking already. It just happened to be their boss. Luckily she recognized him before she had said anything. She listened in as it sounded like he was a very good mood but didn't realize someone had picked up the phone. So she took a deep breath and changed her voice a little more squeaky as she answered. She gave a very street accented "Um Hello?" She was even surprised on how good it sounded and different from the normal voice she had.

"Yes Hello" He laughed over the phone as someone else said something to him "I need to speak to L.J. please if possible."

She took another deep breath "He just got in the shower, I'm his cousin" She walked over to the door and knocked on it so that it could be heard over the phone. She then took another deep breath. "Oh hi Lizzy, what are doing here so late?" Lizzy then heard her boss demand to speak to Lizzy over the phone as she pretended to pass it from L.J.'s imaginary cousin to herself.

She answered "This is Lizzy. Who is this calling may I ask?"

Her boss answered back that it was him. He actually had good news; he made Lizzy swear not to tell anyone just yet, but L.J. would be receiving a promotion to a pacific region sales associate. She knew what that meant; their office was based on the Midwest. L.J. would be moving back probably to the L.A. region, or the way this news seemed to coincide with the Vegas convention would mean they would be trying to set up shop here in Vegas, and they needed people who wanted to move to the region first to be first so they could at least muster up a good following while in the region. Her heart dropped a little at the news, but it didn't detour her from her thought on the night's events. All the more reason to settle things between the two of them that night. And plus L.J. would be the first name on the list, if things went well tonight she wouldn't mind coming to Vegas and helping to open a new branch and staying there.

They conversation ended rather quickly as the boss told her to tell L.J to call her first thing in the morning to share the good news with him. He was going to wait until he was done visiting with family and not waste his time on hold. Lizzy smiled a bit as they both said their goodbyes and hung up. Suddenly the door from outside started to clatter. Lizzy slammed the phone down as she started to light the candles as quickly as possible. She heard the door finally open as she laid her self across the king bed looking towards the closed door. Foot steps approached as she saw the door creak open. To her surprise it wasn't L.J. It was her best friend. Someone she knew since childhood. It was Alexandra. She flipped her blond hair as she came into the bedroom.

Alexandra gave a very strange smile behind her blond hair that covered half of her face at Lizzy as Lizzy wondered what was going on. Alexandra told her in a very soft voice. "Get your things; there is something I have to tell you about L.J." Lizzy did as she was told. Something wasn't right and didn't feel right; there was no reason for Alexandra to be there. There was something more going on Lizzy thought; something must have been a mistake. It wasn't her heart that raced this time. It was her fear, yes they were best friends, but like any best friend you get to know them very well. And the smile that Alexandra just gave her was one of the kiss of death. She had seen it many times before. And nothing gave her the chills more than that smile. She thought to her self over and over again, that there must have been some type of mistake as to why she was being given that smile.

"It had to be a mistake. That would be the only reason. It was only, a mistake"



((This story is a part of a love story saga that I am writing. It also has something to do with my other story, but I will save that for another time. See you all soon for the continuation))