8 comments/ 32080 views/ 6 favorites Contracted Companion By: LaPatitMort Without emotion or surprise the national news reported the start of the fourth year of the recession and that unemployment was holding at 12.5%. No one believes that. Many have given up looking or are recent graduates choosing not to start. Even medical care providers have downsized. People with jobs are holding every dollar close because they feel insecure about their employment and financial future. Untold millions are beyond help from unemployment insurance. Charities are over extended. Churches have quit helping internationally because the need to just feed people here at home is so great. Bars, restaurants, upscale businesses and even strip clubs are barely hanging on. The "Bitches of Craig's List" listings have increased five-fold. A large part of the population is dealing with survival, feeding their kids and having a place to live. Ethics, values, love, independence and pride are distant memories for many. Newspapers are full of ads that they would not have run five years ago - "Tall thin, 35 year old pretty blonde will be good, attentive temporary wife for room, board and a little spending money. Let's talk." Some ads mentioned kids but that is often left out until a first meeting. Marriages and divorces are way down. Birthrates are down. Smiles and hope are way down. ------------------------------- Every couple of weeks for the last year, I have risked spending an hour with an escort to make sure my sixty year old equipment is still in working order. I don't relax and enjoy first time meetings. Initially, I thought it would be nice to be with a lot of different women. My wife died two years ago. We were both virgins when we married and we were true to each other for forty two years. I had it in my head that I was missing something by not experiencing a variety of women but that backfired on me. Except for my money, the lovelies did not care about me. That quickly became an issue. At my age the drive for release has waned and having a relationship with a good female friend is now more important than sex. For several weeks I toyed with talking to one particular escort about traveling with me and pretending to care. Sara was understanding but frank and logical, "Jim, I've been an escort for a long time. I have regulars and make good money. I do this for the money. I have a boyfriend who is my age and accepts what I do. I would lose my business and my boyfriend, if I spent a year with you. Besides, I would care for you and it wouldn't be a business deal any more. You are a wonderful man. Lots of women are hurting right now, why don't you advertise for a year-long companion?" Why couldn't I figure this out on my own? "Fit, active, polished and sexy woman, over thirty, wanted as year-long companion to fit and active sixty year old. Be DDF, non-smoker, with varied interests. Very nice living arrangement, board and some income provided. Travel, GFE, active local scene and good home partner expected. Let's meet for lunch, see if we hit it off, discuss a trial period and get started. Be a good actress, lie to me and make me think you care. We'll have lots of fun." Sara was right; I had a plenty of responses. I was dreading the interview lunches, but the very first one was with an old hippy chick, with dogs, a foster child and lots of baggage. She had taken a long shot. It was obvious within five minutes that this was not a good match for either of us but we enjoyed lunch and talking. That first failure relaxed me and I just went to enjoy the next few lunches and had low expectations. The women with truly sad stories and very needy situations made me want to help but instead I wished them well and moved along in my search. After three weeks of running the ad and ten luncheons, I was getting tired of the search and about ready to stop looking for a while. I felt like Jack Bailey running the mid 1950s "Queen for a Day" program but I was disappointing all the contestants. My evening emails held one jewel. A picture of a tall thin fortyish confident well put together woman and a little note, "I am up to 108 ways to build a man's ego; I act appreciative for the smallest considerations and have only three things for him to remember that always satisfy me. I am an inexpensive lunch date, a good cook and an upbeat companion. Let me fetch you a beer and then let's talk the night away." We swapped a couple more emails and settled on a date at a "Sweet Tomatoes" half way between us. Her story went -- college educated, never worked a regular job, lots of volunteering, lots of interests, married for fifteen years, no-kids, ran household and entertained for big wheel husband until he cleaned out all the accounts and split with an eighteen-year old. Still Linda Leigh Linton had a good attitude - as she put it, "no food, bad credit, no job, no experience, good attitude." Lunch with Linda was a fun, light hearted and framed in real honesty. "How are you going to react when I touch you when we cook and I come on to you wanting some attention later?" "I honestly do not know. Right now we are like blank pages to each other. I think you will want me to be interested in you and return your desire - not just lay there. We need to spend some time with each other to see if there is a spark to work with." "Can you travel? Do you like the zoo, museums, art shows?" "Yes, to all those and gardening, building, decorating and reading." "If you will let me do a background check on you, I would like for you to see where I live, get to know me and stay for up to a month to decide. I will not force myself on you and we can negotiate a fair payment for your time." "Jim, I want you to know the truth. I'm about to be evicted from my apartment, my car has been repossessed and my utilities are still on because I have cried and pleaded. I would agree to anything about now." "Today is Wednesday. I'll pick you up on Friday and we'll have dinner at my house. We'll talk more then." -------------------- Maria has been with me for ten years. I seldom ask her to cook, but she keeps a nice house and runs a tight ship when it comes to the gardeners, repair help, my clothing and household budget. Today, she was putout that I sent her home at noon. I think her husband and four teenagers run her stubby two-hundred pounds around too much. She liked the quiet, comfort of my two-story, 5,000 square foot house with detached garage. Linda liked my car and the house too. She obviously did not expect so much. Her apartment was a dismal single room with a kitchenette in one corner. She fit into the bright warm spring day. She wore a colorful sundress, matching shoes, radiant smile and every inch of exposed skin looked kissable. Even old guys have a surge of hormones in the spring. She wanted to look around the house and grounds but I had lunch staged and it was ready quickly. She enjoyed her small salad, chicken breast over rice in cream sauce with green beans. The wine complimented well and went down too easily with the conversation. I was starved for the sound of a pleasant woman's voice. She was smart and slipped in questions about my background and finances. "Linda, I was in the electronics industry for a long time. I did well, have no debt and am secure even in this recession." She blushed, embarrassed that she had been so transparent on such a normally taboo subject. I asked her a question, "Why no kids? Who didn't want them you or your hubby?" "I wanted kids more than anything. We never used birth control. Ron was tested. He was fine. The problem was mine." My question had triggered sadness. She sat quietly, so I jumped to another subject, "Let's delay desert and coffee and I'll give you the quick tour before it gets too late." The greenhouse was a delight for her. So was the pool that went from indoors, under a wall to outdoors. She liked the bright art works on the wall but was not informed about artists. My large den and office put questions in her eyes. "I have some rentals to oversee and I write. I spend a lot of time in here. Probably too quiet an existence for most." I served her coffee and a light desert on the coffee table in the den. She sat on the big leather couch and I sat across from her. Her expressions had mellowed; her eyes were soft and followed me as I moved around. I needed to know. I stood behind her and waited for her to put her cup down. She did not resist my fingers touching her neck, stroking along her hair line behind her ears and around to her face. She slid down when I tilted her head back and her mouth was slightly open when I kissed her softly, upside down. No matter how much anyone has kissed, that angle always feels new and different. Our kiss was brief, tender and undemanding. I could have sighed when I pulled away; I wanted to believe Linda did. "You have soft, warm lips, Pretty One. That was very nice." "Thank you. Yes, it was." I returned to sitting facing her across the coffee table, "Would you like to try a month together? We can talk about the details. If the month is good for both of us, we can contract a year." Over the next hour, we worked out the details. Linda would move in with me immediately. I was pleased with our time together, told her so, carried the dirty dishes into the kitchen and began cleaning up. She followed me and pitched right in at the sink. She easily shifted from one task to another as I unloaded the dish washer, then got in her way to rinse our plates. "You are a good team player. You just roll with whatever is happening and pitch right in. I like that." "Thanks, I like to stay busy and it is fun to work with someone, whatever the task." Truly, by accident, I was standing behind her, reaching for some plates when she pushed back. My crotch nestled into her ass. We both were still for a second. "That's nice too, Linda." She wiggled into me. I forgot the dishes, put my arms around her waist and began to slowly and softly kiss her neck and suck at her ear lobes while she continued to get dishes ready for the dishwasher. I did not move to give her more room when she bent to the right to load what she had washed. "You are not making this job very easy." "No, but I am enjoying being difficult." Again she pressed her ass back into me. Wet hands and all, I turned her, pressed her tightly against the counter, tilted her head and kissed her deeply for the first time. "Close your eyes, relax for me. Pretend I'm younger, handsome and your favorite movie star." Her body noticeably relaxed and leaned into me. Her voice was husky and her eyes were closed. "I don't have to do that. I like you just as you are." For several minutes we learned to kiss and explored each other's mouth with our tongues. Her body grew hotter and softer in my hands and my extra appendage grew larger and harder, pressing into her belly. I lifted her and sat her on the counter. This made her taller than me and gave her control of our kisses. She used her control to become more assertive and soon guided my hands to her breasts. Neither of us was in any hurry. Kissing seemed to be an end unto its self. Still my hands and fingers enjoyed her nipples and soon began to wander without objection. Her body did stiffen when my hand touched the inside of her knee and slipped higher. I stopped, but then Linda opened her legs a little wider. I just stroked her thighs and we continued to kiss. When I tried to lift her skirt, she was sitting on it. She rocked her weight first from the right and then from the left, helping me. I bent down to kiss her bare thighs and her belly through her light blue panties. She gently guided my head, enjoying the touch and the control. When I pulled at her panties, she started to slip off the counter to help. I stopped her, reached for the scissors in the chopping block and snipped them away so she was sitting on the debris. Her pubic hair was trimmed short and shaved away from her pussy. Now she would discover my fetish. I pulled her toward the edge of the counter and pushed her knees apart. She resisted. "Linda, I am a very oral man. Relax for me. Let me taste you." I pulled a chair from the breakfast set in front of her, leaned her back so she had to support herself on her hands and spread her beautiful thin tight lips with my thumbs. Her scent, her taste and her heat made my head swim. I did pick up a faint hint of urine but that only drove me on. I could be content for the evening but in only a few short minutes her inner lips were swollen from my gentle sucking, she was wet and tilting her hips toward my face. When my tongue ventured toward her clit for the first time, I pushed a finger into her. First she held her breath when I pressed into her g-spot but then gasped when I licked at her half exposed pink pearl. I did not change my pattern, slow, stop or try to frustrate her. I just kept going, thrusting softly, sucking lightly and licking at the juices that were starting to flow from her faster and faster. Linda moaned above me and her sheath tightened on my finger. Her pleading words were labored and needy, "Oh, yes. Make me cum." She did not have to ask, but I liked her asking. Her body was a good match for me. She tasted wonderful and I wanted to please her. Her legs drew up, opening her pussy wider. I slipped in a second finger. Her body sucked them in and guided my finger tips, urging them to press inside, making her now fully exposed clit, bulge into my wet flicking tongue and nursing lips. She could only spare one hand to cup the back of my head and pull me tightly, making sure I would not move until her oncoming wave could be ridden to completion. Her loving cunt's lips kissed my lips with as much skill as her mouth had done just a few minutes ago. I felt her belly tighten again and her legs begin to tremble. She pulled my face almost painfully against her pubic bone and cried out some unintelligible syllables. I did not have to ask her what she had said, her body was telling me loud and clear. Linda hung at the top of her climax longer than I had seen. She struggled, her breathing was labored and then her body let her ride through waves of pleasure and begin relaxing from her chest, her arms, her legs and finally inside her womb. I was in awe of her. I loved her taste. My cock was uncomfortable but I did not need release as much as I needed to be there for her. I stood, wrapped my arms around her, held her and lightly kissed the side of her face while she recovered. Her eyes flickered open and focused on mine. I hoped she could see how pleased I was with her but I could not read her feelings. I lifted her off the counter, "Come with me to the bedroom." Hand-in-hand she matched my steps. There was no reluctance. She sat on the edge of the king sized bed and let me remove all her clothes and then she watched my every move as I stripped in front of her. I am not built like a porn star but some concern flashed through her eyes. I needed her and she pushed herself higher up on the bed and opened her legs to welcome me. Her sheath was tight. She raised her knees and spread them wide. The helmet of my cock slipped in on my third thrust. I was willing to pause and wait for her to adjust but Linda wanted to be stretched. She pushed and I matched her. Her body froze, expecting pain. When she only experienced tightness, she pulled at my hips, I pushed again, gaining another inch and her hips relaxed into the bed. Within a minute I had worked all of my cock into her body and I ground the base of my shaft into her clit. "You have taken all of me inside you. Your body has me almost insane." I began to torture us both by pumping very slowly in and out of her. I looked down; her inner lips clung to my cock and followed it outside her body before I pushed them back in again. The suction inside her was intense. She was wet to begin with but as she added more slipperiness, my dick slid smoothly, teasing her clit along the entire length of my shaft. Linda's body was in full sacrifice to her pleasure, surrendering to my every move. Her arms were stretched wide, her hands tangled in the sheets and pulled. Her legs and feet were restless -- first raised and open, then flat and moving, then squeezing my hips with her knees. Her every move seemed to increase how much of our skin touched. Linda's eyes opened slightly but only white showed. She breathed through her mouth and saliva trickled from one side. She was saying something but I could not tell what it was. Maybe it was only moans. Suddenly, her knees spread wider than before. I swear I sunk in an inch deeper and pushed against her cervix. Her hips rose off the bed taking me with them. I said, "I'm cuming," but she did not hear me because she was repeating, "Now, Now, Now." I was almost there but couldn't get over the top, so I drove into her harder with longer strokes. I reached down and wiped away some of her wetness from my cock and slammed down again. This was the right combination. Two more strokes and my balls tightened so hard they hurt. My first offering shot into her, she arched high again and cried, "Yes." The feeling fucking into her welcoming body was magnificent. I thrust through my climax and continued through the pain of overly sensitive, strokes that hurt too good to stop. I watched Linda climb to the top of the cliff again and leap blindly, gasping for breath as her pussy spasmed around my pain loving dick. Her hands were pulling at the skin on my back; I felt her nails dig in. Another, scream of "Yes" filled the air and she collapsed under me. My falling weight pushed me deeper still, but she did not complain. I think she was awake but deathly still, quiet - except for her heaving lungs sucking for air through her open mouth. My dick could take no more. I pulled out of her, grabbed her and rolled onto my back, pulling her onto her side, half on top of me. One arm and one leg were across me and I could feel our combined wetness run out of her onto my hip and then stream down and drip onto the bed. In a minute she was asleep. I pulled the covers up and followed her example. Sometime during the night I remember Linda getting up to go to the bathroom. I followed and waited while she emptied her bladder. When I took my turn, she reached out from beside the sink and held my cock, moving it around to splatter its stream in the water. I think we washed but I know we did not speak and were soundly asleep in each other's arms again in only minutes. I always am up by seven. At eight thirty, I wiggled free. Linda was beautiful spread across the bed taking three quarters of it. I could not resist kissing an exposed nipple and trailing my fingers through her wet, well used slit. She moaned in complaint and I went for a needed morning shower. I was nude and drying off when Linda stumbled into the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and said an emphatic, "Damn!" "Damn what, my beautiful lover?" "Damn, what did you do to me? And, damn, my pussy is sore this morning?" "I'll kiss it for you and make it all better." "You stay away from my pussy. Let's go make coffee instead." "I'll make coffee; you bathe; you seemed to be caked with white dry stuff, you smell of sex and your pussy's hair is matted. But I think you're beautiful." When Linda did not come for coffee, I went to look for her. She was almost dressed, sitting at the dressing table holding a hairbrush. She had been crying. "What is wrong, Pretty One? Morning regrets? Sorry for making our agreement and being with an old man?" "Oh no, Jim. No. Nothing like that. I have not climaxed in years. And never like last night. I was worried that I couldn't enjoy sex any more. I am happy, relieved and the tears just came." There was nothing I could say. I held her, kissed her tenderly and waited for her to want breakfast. Personally, I was starving but holding her was more important. Contracted Companion ----------------- For the next couple of weeks, Linda and I got her settled into the house. We purchased items she liked to eat, shopped for some clothing and make-up that she needed, got my second car serviced so she would have one and we just generally learned to live in the same house together. She never objected to my free touches, kisses and sex play through the day. We had rather simple sex about every other day but went to sleep tangled in each other's arms every night. When we had sex, Linda seemed reluctant to take my cock into her mouth. One evening, she did finish me off with her hands. She did not seem to be into that either. Still she was willing and came easily when we played. One afternoon, I was in my den and had been teasing her; she took my hand and said, "Let's go into the bedroom for a while." I had never used much force with her, but this time I said, "I can't make it that far." Then I pushed her over the arm of the leather couch, pulled down her slacks and panties, stripped and pushed my already hard cock smoothly between her slippery lips. She pushed back to help. Her fingers toyed with my balls for a minute and then retreated to rub her clit while I thrust, pinning her nearly helpless body. Strangely, Linda accepted her head being upside down and her hips being driven into the hard surface. I had to hold on to her when she spread her legs very wide and worked her knees onto the on the arm of the overstuffed sofa. The view was magnificent. Her ass was spread wide for me and I could watch my cock slip in and out of her cunt. She was a little high for me. That put pressure on her clit as her sheath tried to bend my cock. I did not last long and she did cum with me. I'm sure it was not a great satisfying climax for her. Still she seemed to be pleased and enjoyed the novelty of our position, my need for her and me taking her with considerable force. ------------------ Just as our month long trial came to an end, the weather was horrible -- windy, rainy and cold. We celebrated at home with wine, cheese and a dozen cruise brochures. Linda had never been on a cruise and we had decided to start our year together by taking one. The bad weather urged us to consider some place warm -- five stops, sailing south from L.A. I loved her excitement. "I have never been out of the U.S. I don't know what all to do. I don't have fancy clothes any more. There will be so much great food, I'll gain twenty pounds." "You will do fine, just relax, enjoy and go with the flow of doing things that you want to do." We talked and talked. She wanted to know about my wife and our years together. She told me about her ex and her sheltered life. "Tell me some of your fantasies, dreams, desires and hopes. Tell me the wildest things you have ever done and the wildest you want to do." Linda still had not responded to my requests when the second bottle of wine was empty. "Have you ever fantasized about being with two men? Another woman? Having sex in public? Being watched?" "Oh, God, no." "Really?" "Some of the new movies that show women kissing make me wonder how that would feel." "That is pretty universal. How about other fantasies?" "Sometimes I think about being taken. Not painful stuff or actually being raped. More like being controlled. I don't have thoughts about me being dominate or taking control. I don't have a lot of confidence in knowing what to do. I don't get wild like in the movies." "This storm is supposed to go on for two more days. I'll get us scheduled for our trip in three weeks but you have to do something for me." "What is that?" "The details are a big surprise. I want you to let me plan a fantasy night for you. I want to see you relax and truly enjoy yourself." Reluctantly, Linda agreed to my plan. We talked for another thirty minutes about how she had always been responsible for planning and hosting events to please her ex, their guests or his bosses. Letting go, having things done for her, losing control and relaxing were uncomfortable ideas. I wanted to really challenge Linda. I called Sara, told her how well her suggestion had worked out and then asked for her help in blowing Linda's mind. "I want you to bring your toys, see if you can help me make her go wild, lose control and maybe even enjoy giving oral pleasure." "Sounds like fun. Your place? How long will you want me?" "Make us your only appointment that evening. I want to give it our best effort to expose her to new things." Sara and I talked several times over the next couple of days. She definitely knew her job and I had to rein her in a little -- hopefully for only this time. We planned a little role play and I told her all I knew about Linda and how I hoped she would relax so we could just let things happen on our cruise and for the coming year. "Sneak half a 5mg valium into her drink about an hour before I arrive. Kiss her and finger her. Get her worked up as much as she will let you." About a quarter till seven on Saturday evening, Linda was mellow and putting the finishing touches on a plate of colorful hors d'oeurves. Her hands were busy, so I stood behind her and let my lips, tongue and hands be busy also. At first she liked the attention. Her skin warmed and her nipples hardened but then she tried to wiggle away. "Now quit that. Our guest will be here soon. I need to get everything set out or we won't be ready." "I'm ready. You smell good and feel good." She had a plate in each hand, when I ran my right hand up between her thighs from behind. He pussy was warm and damp. She paused to enjoy my light strokes across her slit. I imagined her smell and her taste. "I have to get these into the den." I walked with her. My hand still between her legs. I swear she had figured out how to walk that way to rub into my fingers. She paused, bent over the coffee table and allowed me to slip a finger under her panties and into her pussy. Linda was moving back in time with my admiring finger, definitely not resisting much. I rubbed at her g-spot and noticed how her face and neck flushed. "Put another finger in." Instead, I pulled out the one inside her, slipped in my thumb to press her g-spot and began to caress her clit with my wet finger. "Oh, that feels so good. I wish we had time for you to fuck me and make me cum. I missed us having time together for the last two days." She moaned and I could feel her wetness flowing into the palm of my hand when the door bell rang. Linda jumped, pushed my hand away and smoothed her dress. "I'll go wash up. Our guest's name is Sara. Please go let her in." Linda looked indignant and puzzled that I would do this to her. Still she started for the door as I disappeared into the kitchen. I heard Sara's cheery voice all the way in the kitchen, "You must be Linda. Oh, Jim was right you are a tall, sexy beauty. Hi, I'm Sara." Linda was speechless the way Sara had taken over. They were still shaking hands, when I came to greet Sara. She handed me her rather large gym bag, then stood on her toes and gave me an overly familiar kiss on the lips while rubbing her large breasts into me, "I'm so glad you called me. We haven't visited in a long time. You have to catch me up on everything happening in your world." Sara's nipples were standing proud under her light bra and white blouse. Linda noticed. She also noticed how well Sara filled out her jeans and how she exuded lust as she moved toward the den. I'm sure there was a fleeting thought about how Sara knew the way. We visited for a good hour, sipping our wine and sampling Linda's finger foods. The two girls were getting along famously, comparing where they shopped - very different places considering Linda's tall frame and elegant, understated style and Sara's 5'2" curvy body that screamed sex and casual. Both women were sitting on the couch. Linda had just convinced us to go in for dinner when Sara turned to her and openly sized her up, scanning every inch. She stared unblinking at Linda's lips and asked, "Jim, would you mind if I kissed her?" "No, that would be alright." The shocked look on Linda's face was priceless. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. Before Linda could object about not being asked, Sara scooted across the couch until their bodies were touching. Her left hand grabbed a handful of Linda's hair and gently pulled her head back. I had kissed Sara many times and was always surprised how good she was at it. I could remember how her wet warm soft lips felt and was happy that Linda was having that experience for the first time. Sara's lips were demanding yet yielding, begging for a positive response. Linda was resisting until Sara teased her right breast and exhaled sweet breath filling Linda's lungs. Linda's eyes closed and she moaned as she pushed her breast into Sara's experienced hand. Linda's tongue darted out and was captured by Sara's lips. She sucked; at first the tongue was timid but I watched it yield, relaxing enough to be sucked deep into Sara's mouth. Linda wasn't finished, she wanted to suck and taste too but Sara pulled back, looked Linda in the eyes and said, "Damn, I felt that kiss between my legs, if we are going to eat dinner we had better do it now, because there is something else I want to eat." Linda's thoughts were in turmoil; she had not expected this; her body had responded to a woman's kiss and she wanted more; yet, Sara and I were pulling her up and dragging her toward the dining room. The old vaudeville adage, "Leave them wanting more," had never been played more beautifully. Sara moved her table setting close to Linda's as we settled at the table. Linda had Sara's full attention through the meal. Through the salad, Sara pushed tidbits of salad coated with dressing past Linda's lips and had to lick the over flow from Linda's chin. She wiped some on Linda's neck then licked and sucked it off her lovely skin. My cock grew watching Sara play with her new toy and it sprang to full attention when she upped the ante. This time she left her own lips coated and leaned close to Linda, "Lick it off." Linda did not hesitate, led with her tongue and lapped like a hungry kitten. Sara popped up and said, "Let me remove the salad plates and pour the wine for our meal." She flowed like the most experienced waitress but took liberties. The plates disappeared and she hovered behind Linda, sucking her earlobes and licking down her neck. The ice chilled wine was poured; she dipped her hand into the ice and then slipped that hand down the neck of Linda's sweater, under her bra and I watched the covered movements as she cupped and rolled each nipple. Then she turned to me, "You are too detached, just looking, I don't like that." She pulled my chair back, undid the front of my pants, dipped her hand into the ice again and shoved it into my underwear grabbing my cock and pulling its glistening, red head clear of my waistband. She went down to one knee, licked the precum from my cock and then sucked its top into her mouth. Linda was statue still but Sara retreated, sat and continued as if nothing was out of the ordinary. My precum still coated Sara's lips when she kissed Linda again. "Linda this is a beautiful meal. Thank you for going to so much trouble." We ate for a few minutes recovering. Sara cut three pieces of chicken breast, keeping them free from any sauce. "Jim, I know how you like your chicken. I think it would be wonderful that way." With that she took a piece and reached under the table toward Linda, pulled her skirt up, her panties out of the way and wiped the chicken deep into Linda's soaking cunt. "My, you are a wet one." Then Sara reached out and fed me that first bite. "My compliments to the chef. Never have I tasted a more delicate, pleasing sauce. Sara, you must try the next bite." Sara grabbed the next chunk, teased it into Linda's juices and massaged it into her clit for a good thirty seconds before raising it to her own lips. Her moans of appreciation for the taste of the chicken bite were as sincere as mine had been. Linda was struggling to maintain control and not cum. "Sara, get her wet again, so she can taste also." Sara did not expect my lead but she followed, pushing two fingers deep into Linda's already wet pussy and thrusting so her finger tips pressed into her g-spot. Linda's eyes closed and her hips began to move forward in time to meet each thrust. I got up and went to stand behind Sara; she was surprised but did not resist when I opened her pants and urged her to help me push them down. I reached over and got the last dry chicken bite and worked it into the juices flowing from Sara. "Sara, keep pushing into her, but don't let her cum. She has to taste this." "Linda, try this, is the taste as good as we said?" I slipped the morsel into her mouth and let her dream and savor. The scent had to fill her nose from my finger tips. I could hear her heart beat. Her voice was raspy, she was near cuming and her words came out in time with her thrusting hips, "Yes, it's very moist; it taste very good." "Do you want more?" "Yes, lots more." "Do you know why it is so good?" She did not answer. "That bite was seasoned with the juices flowing from Sara's pussy." Linda's body trembled, she was fighting for control. She groaned with my words. Sara dipped two fingers from her free hand deep into her own body. They were dripping when she pushed them to Linda's lips. "Here's more for you my beauty." Linda's tongue licked and then she leaned forward and sucked hungrily. Sara knew to stop. She pulled her fingers out of Linda and offered them to me. I matched Linda's eagerness. "Jim, I'll take Linda, you get the deserts. Let's eat in the bedroom." Sara was nude and had Linda nude and spread eagle in the middle of the king sized bed when I arrived with the strawberries, whipped cream, warm chocolate and hot coffee. Her face was buried in Linda's cunt and Linda was thrashing about. The room already reeked of sweet pussy. Sara sat up; leaned over to me and whispered, don't let her cum and crawled up Linda's body until she straddled her head. "Look at me Linda." Linda's eyes were almost too wild to focus but she watched Sara dip a dark red strawberry into the whipped cream and push it ever so slowly between the lips of her pussy so it almost disappeared. She pulled Linda's head so it was almost touching. I knew that move. Sara's scent would be driving Linda mad. Sara's clit would be glistening and whipped cream would be spread about with her swollen red lips peeking out, screaming for attention. Sara did not move. Instead Linda strained upward, licked and sucked for the strawberry. Sara's legs relaxed and her knees slipped wider on the sheets driving her cunt into Linda's mouth. Linda's head was pressed solidly into the bed and she sucked noisily trying to get Sara's juices to flow around the berry. Finally she just buried her face deep, ate the berry and drank the juices that followed. Linda tried to put her own hands onto her own pussy but I grabbed them and pushed my face down to suck and lick. At my first touch, she spread her legs wider than I had ever seen her do before. She whimpered, growled and talked into Sara's cunt as she sucked and drank all that Sara would provide. "Jim, I need to eat her cunt. Come up here and push your cock into this slut's mouth and let me have her pussy." Sara and I traded spaces. Sara started on her first. Linda's sound was almost a cry and when my cock touched her lips; she sucked hungrily. For five more minutes, I struggled for control watching her wild movements, flitting eyes and contorted pain filled face trying to remember to suck while her body screamed and begged for release. "Cum in her mouth and coat her lips so I can enjoy both of you." I didn't know I was so close but I exploded with Sara's last word. My first shot was deep in Linda's mouth and she swallowed and opened for the second but it laced up the side of her nose and a little went inside. The third flooded her upper lip and dribbled into her open mouth and puddled on her chin. I helped my last offering by pulling it out of my cock and rubbed it into the skin all about Linda's straining neck. Sara was instantly there, sucking my cum and feeding it to Linda from her mouth. She licked a long string of cum from Linda's mouth, from inside her nose and up toward her eye. Her mouth was full and she talked with it that way. "Pull her nipples hard when I kiss her." Linda's body arched in anticipation. Sara kissed, Linda blew bubbles through my cum and I pulled her straining nipples. Linda's scream was blood curdling. She grabbed Sara and devoured her, sucked her mouth, dug her fingernails into her shoulders. I twisted and she screamed again into Sara's mouth. "Now fuck her as hard as you can." This wasn't usually my style. Linda was in the middle of some long, sustained, out-of-control orgasm. As I slammed my cock into her, she pushed her hips up lifting me like a feather. Sara pulled away, sunk two fingers deep into her own cunt and pushed it down into Linda's mouth again. Sara's fingers flew against her own g-spot and I could see liquid fly around her body as she came and poured into Linda. Linda's legs began to tremble. They rose off the bed and just shook. I yelled, "I cuming." Linda just screamed and collapsed into a frighteningly, still mass. Her cunt was still contracting around me. Sara was spent and so was I. She cuddled up against Linda's right side and I cuddled against her left. Our hands met at Linda's pussy and as if rehearsed, we each slipped a finger between her cum drenched lips. I leaned forward and kissed Sara. "Thank you for orchestrating tonight." "Really, this was my pleasure." The picture was silly in a way. Sara and I both wiggled to feel one of Linda's nipples on our cheeks, snuggled even tighter and slept using her breasts as pillows. Before I went to sleep, Sara thrust twice into Linda. I did it too and then we interlaced our fingers to protect the most delicious part of desert. ----------------- Sometime during the very early morning, I saw Linda help Sara get her stuff together. It was a shame we did not get into Sara's toys. She owned about every sex toy made. Maybe next time. Sara whispered to Linda before she left. Linda smiled and nodded, "Yes." I would have to ask about that later. For now I had the taste of two lovely women in my mouth and their juices dried all over my body. My version of heaven. The next morning, I awoke to two warm lips and a tongue sucking and licking my cock. Linda's head bounced on my morning wood and she hummed. A nice touch. I shifted to give her more room and said, "Well good morning, Beautiful." In a couple of minutes, I added, "If you want to ride that thing you had better climb on because those lovely lips of yours are about to make me cum." She increased her speed and began to twist her wet fist around my helmet each time she almost pulled off. "Oh, my God, yes. Yes, Linda, suck me dry." My balls tightened and her sucking matched each of my pulses, as I pushed out my night's production. When I had finished, she continued to play. She liked making me struggle to endure the tender pain. Each time I relaxed, she licked at the ridge of my cock and sucked my helmet slowly into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. Then she released me and did it again. "Now, fuck me with that thing and we'll make breakfast." I did not think it would work, but it did. My cock did not soften and I was driven to please her. My shaft raked along her clit and pushed into her spongy spot until she came but she was not finished. We rolled over and my city cowgirl rode my tender cock. The tenderness kept me rock hard while she ignored me completely and used me like one of Sara's toys. Contracted Companion She put my hands on her breasts and told me how she wanted them touched. Her cunt was laterally pouring wetness. The wetter she got the wilder we both got. "Yes, Linda, soak me. Cum. Cum. Then Cum on me some more." Her thrusts were long, hard and each one ground into her poor clit, twisting it against my slippery cock. She used her fingers to torture it even more. She reached between us and pulled at the skin holding my balls while the heel of her thumb ground even harder into her clit. My skin tightened and she pulled it to make it lose again but my cock began to dance inside her and I loudly ordered, "Take me." I don't know where the cum came from but more seemed to spurt from me than the time before. She was happy with her work this time and collapsed, panting on my chest. In a few minutes, I softened enough to slip out of her and we both felt a stream follow. We giggled. She reached down and rubbed her hand in the wetness and grabbed my cock letting it slide through her fist. "Oh, God no. Please leave my poor dick alone, mistress, and let's go find a cup of coffee." "I'm so glad you said that. My pussy is ready for a break also." Over breakfast, Linda filled me in. She and Sara had talked for several hours after they killed me last night. Linda's ex had complained about her wetness, her oral skills and every other sexual thing imaginable. Turned out he was having affairs all along, but all the complaints had left her afraid to initiate or meet me as my sexual equal. Sara had shown her toys, talked about me and how wild Linda could make me with her body's juices, if she were willing to be wild also and never be afraid to try things. They had talked about a lot of variations. What Sara had whispered when she went out the door was, "Wake him with a blow job several times a week or some other woman will. Maybe even me." That was the best $1,000, I ever spent. After breakfast, I announced, "We both desperately need a bath." I pulled her along to the large, six jetted steam shower. We were hugging and kissing when I began to pee. The warm liquid squirted between us and ran down our legs. Linda stepped back in shock and the stream splattered into her belly button. She stood there, swaying her body so the stream hit all around her stomach and thighs. When my last drop dribbled out, she announced, "I have to go too." I sat down on the built in bench and pulled her to me to straddle my legs. She let fly. She really had to go. She watched as I put my fingers into the stream and pulled the skin above her clit to direct the flow to splatter onto my chest. She moved too to make sure my shoulders were christened. When only a few drops remained, I put my lips on the tiny opening and drank the last spurts from her. For the next thirty minutes we bathed each other. She spread wide when I washed her ass, dipped a finger in, washed her some more and then licked at her rosebud. She returned each and every action. I laughed when she got the extra of a hair in her mouth and could not seem to extricate it. My cock was hard from having my ass licked so I pulled her to straddle me and let my cock slip into her body. We did not really fuck. We held each other and enjoyed being very close, silly and intimate. Linda was very quiet after our bath. I went into my office to write and left her alone. About eleven she brought me a cup of coffee and asked me to sit with her on the couch. "Jim, last night with Sara was very wild." "Too wild, did I go too far?" "Not at all. Last night freed me. I felt free to enjoy Sara. I felt free to enjoy you. I felt I was normal, could relax, was accepted and could get as crazy as I wanted. You and Sara gave me a night different than any in my entire life. You gave me permission to enjoy both of you and to enjoy my own body." There was nothing I could say. I stayed quiet. "Did I go too far? Get too wild?" "No, Beautiful. You were human. You did exactly what your body is designed to do - to enjoy and bring enjoyment. I was wild with desire for you and could not get enough of your taste. I could not fill your body enough. Even this morning the gift you gave me was too beautiful for words. You played my body, teased me and wanted to bring me pleasure. You did not draw lines, you enjoyed. When we played in the shower, it was play with no judgment. You were perfect for me and you were perfect for Sara last night." "I was afraid of what was going to happen last night." "I know." "I'm afraid of what I am going to tell you now." Again I stayed quiet. "I feel safe, cared for and happy when I am with you. This is supposed to be a year-long good time deal for you. God knows it is financially perfect for me. But maybe we should call it off." I was shocked. I never expected that. "Why, Linda? What did I do?" "Jim, I'm falling in love with you. That was not part of the deal." "Sweetness, I fell for you the second week we were together and I didn't know what to do. Even now I expect that after a year together, you will run away. You will have to face that I am twenty years older than you. Soon, I may not be able to keep up with you or may have some medical issues. If I did, I would probably run you away on purpose, I don't want to be a burden to you or take away your freedom during the last good years of your life. I went through some of that. I see you as my friend and my lover. My life is better now that you are in it and I selfishly pray every night that you will grow to feel the same and I will not disappoint you or hurt you." "No, I am not that way. Your age is not an issue for me." I interrupted. "It may become an issue for me if it hurts you. Let's give ourselves the year we have decided on." The rest of the day was quiet. We shopped for what we would need on our cruise, ate, held hands and walked around a pond and chased ducks before we lured them back again and fed them. That evening when we returned home there were balloons tied to a box sitting on our door step. The note said, "My replacement for the evening." Inside was a waterproof, rabbit vibrator and three sets of batteries. I laughed as said, "Sara had to send this. I wonder why she chose a vibrator?" "Because I told her I never had one." "Sweet Thing, I know I am in trouble now. Once you get this on your body, you will never need me again." "Is it that good?" "Damn, I hope it isn't. I was trying to exaggerate." -------------------- Linda had me eating more healthy food - lots of salad during the next few days while I struggled to close two difficult contracts. Twice, I heard the little rabbit buzzing away when I got close to our bedroom after working for long hours. I did not interrupt; I left her and her new lover alone to get to know one another. The evening of the third day was different. She had definitely responded to all the salad and was embarrassed by the odor she deposited in the guest bathroom. She had to be clean inside. My work had left me aggressive and horny. An early bath and a late light dinner seemed in order. "Linda, I need a bath. Come on, you to wash my back." Her sly smile said she had some inkling of what I was up to but didn't have too many objections. While I coaxed her in, I snuck in her new toy and some good lube under a towel next to the shower. During the first part of our bath, I was paying too much attention to her backside. "You seem fixated on my ass tonight?" "It is a beautiful ass. Maybe I want to kiss it tonight." She braced herself against the wall and spread her legs while I continued to finger her, tease her and kiss every part of her body. When I slipped a second finger into her well soaped ass, she froze for a few seconds, discovered it did not hurt and continued to enjoy the steam and stretching attention. Unbeknown to Linda, I lubed up my cock and retrieved her new lover. When I sat on the bench and pulled at her hips she followed. The head of my cock slipped easily into her asshole before she clamped down, in surprise. I kept a constant pressure. When she felt no pain she relaxed and I slipped in another couple of inches. "I always wondered what anal sex would feel like." "Strain a little like you are going to the bathroom and settle back." My love trusted me and my cock slipped easily into her bowels. I even held her cheeks wide so every bit of me would find a home. "Damn that feels tight and I feel very full." "You are very tight; you could make me cum quickly. Sit still until you open up. Here use this to entertain yourself." I put the rabbit into her hand and turned it on at the same time. Linda immediately pressed its tip to her clit and her ass clamped down hard. I groaned and my cock jerked inside her. She giggled and said, "You liked that didn't you?" She tightened and released her sphincter muscles several times and I moaned each time. "Have mercy on me Linda, I am only mortal." Again she giggled but this time rubbed her ass in little circles as the rabbit buzzed to gain her attention. She sat still long enough for the rabbit to begin winning. I heard her gasp when her mind went to her pussy instead of her ass. I was handling this new feeling better now. It was time I taught her something new. I reached around and closed my right hand over hers and guided the tip of the dildo between her pussy's lips and pushed. There was considerable resistance. "Push it in, Linda. Push this second cock into your body so you can feel two of them." This new fantasy gained acceptance and momentum quickly. I felt just the tip of the plastic cock push against mine through her thin membranes and I pulled up on her hand to assure her machine's vibrations were on her clit. She gasped loudly. "I want you to work your cock in as deep as you can while buzzing your clit." The design of the rabbit won't allow deep penetration. It has appendages for clitoral stimulation. But this model widened fast. Between my imbedded cock and her toy, Linda was stretched to her limit and only half of her toy wedged tightly in her pussy that normally could swallow the rabbit easily. Linda thrust her hips and was stretched beyond her current capacity. Her moan had some component of pain but mostly it was of desire, wanting to know that her body could take it all. She was very still, letting me apply the pressure. "Rock your hips, Beautiful. Fuck both of us." At first I could not feel her hips move but she was testing her limits. Each to and fro cycle taught her, stretched her and forced a little more of the rabbit into her yearning sheath. I could feel the tightness and the shaft of the other cock. She held her forward thrusts for a couple of seconds before she backed away. The forward thrusts caused her some stretching pain but the vibrations were clouding her mind, helping her endure and want more. The next thrust caused her to moan and lean forward but she did not pull the widening toy out of her cunt. She wanted it now. I could feel her body resist when her hand pushed and stretched her cunt. I could feel ripples of release when she pulled back. "With you in my ass, my pussy is too tight to take the rabbit." I pushed at her hips almost pulling my cock out of her ass. That allowed the rabbit to sink all the way into her belly and the little vibrating appendage to violate her clit. Her body contracted but then relaxed slightly. I pulled her hips. This stretched her ass with my cock. She moaned in pain. Only half of my shaft was in her. She still wanted, not needed to take both to the hilt in her body. She needed to know she could conquer both. Again she began to rock. On each thrust back she groaned and a fraction of an inch of my cock slipped in. The rabbit was winning. Her thrust became longer and the stretching pain in her ass became more welcomed. I was almost all the way in when she pulled almost off me. I felt the rabbit slip out. Then she brought her body down and pushed the rabbit at the same time. When both cocks bottomed out in her belly she said, "Oh, God, that is tight. It hurts." Still she pushed even harder down on my cock. I lifted her up again. The rabbit imbedded even deeper and I dropped her. "Do it again." She pushed back, moaned, pushed, moaned and pushed. She had both the rabbit and my cock buried as deep as either could go in her body. She was holding her breath. I counted slowly. When I got to fourteen, she exhaled and relaxed. I pulled down on her shoulders. That stretched her two holes just a tiny bit more as her body nestled all her weight into my lap and I pushed her hand with the ever buzzing torture device. She would get no more cock from these two shafts into her body. Linda did not need any encouragement now. I leaned back and let my mind fill with my own growing pleasure. Her thrusts were long and firm. My cock was teased as it slipped into her tight ass. Every few strokes she would alternate -- rabbit first then cock; cock first then rabbit. The variation had me guessing which exquisite pleasure would come next. She sat with me deep and fucked her cunt with the rabbit. It was like another cock sliding along-side mine. For a moment I gave her immense credit. I imagined she was doing all this teasing to please me. When I looked at her, I realized that she did not even know I was there. I sought to direct some of my own pleasure. I grabbed her hips and used them to slide her up and down the most sensitive part of my cock. She never missed a beat. She matched my pulls and pushes with her toy and began to moan in anticipation of my next pull that would fill her. My cock jerked a couple of times. My mind was out of my body, floating in the clouds when I heard her say, "Cum in my ass." The brain in my cock responded and began to spurt. Her ass contracted, her body shook, the breath rushed out of her lungs and she whimpered like a little girl who had been crying for a long time. Luckily my cock had done its duty and I was returning to the earth when the rabbit fell noisily onto the floor and she slumped forward. There was little I could do. I held on with my dick in her ass and waited. My cock softened. I waited. With a start, Linda, jerked awake, spun around and wrapped her arms around me, kneeling between my legs. She held on tight and I pushed her head up with my chin and kissed whatever I could reach. The steam was still spouting from all the shower jets but she shivered and squeezed me tighter. Her eyes were filled with tears when she looked at me. Words spilled from my heart, "Only play my darling, I would never hurt you. I will protect you as long as you will let me and love you longer than that." We washed a little more and dried each other off. "Are you alright, Linda?" "I'm a little sore and tired. It was a long day. I don't need to eat. If you will hold me, I will sleep very well tonight." Nude, still damp with wet hair, I held her in our bed, in our private safe world. For some reason I liked to rest my right hand flat on her belly. It just seemed to fit there; it seemed right." The next week we left for a three week cruise through the Panama Canal and a week at Disney World. We were kids and newlyweds. We made love in risky places, caused the porter to change the sheets daily, once more often than that. Never were we more than arms length from each other and usually we were hugging or holding hands. Late at night sometimes tears would flow down my cheeks. I was too happy; I had never been this happy; I felt mortal and knew that someday it would have to end. I'll have to write about the crazy things we did on vacation someday, but now I should tell you what happened when we got back home. The greenhouse had not been used in three years and Linda wanted to grow flowers in it and all around it. I loved cut flowers in the house and she wanted to grow them instead of buying them. With all the plants, seeds, gear and chemicals, I'm sure every flower we got cost five dollars, but it would have been worth twice that to spend time working with her. We had purchased some near adult plants. One cherry tomato plant already had flowers and within a month we shared our first one by her biting into it and me sucking the juices flowing out of her mouth. The greenhouse was all glass but we made love on a dirty blanket for all the world to see if it passed by. Linda and I had been together for four months when I began to wonder. I could not have been happier and she seemed to match my joy. I worried that something was happening that would shock her, make her sad, cause a result that I could not live with and drive us apart. Every day I worked to build up my courage and force a discussion. One day she rushed in to pee while I was shaving. "The honeymoon must be over, we are going to the bathroom in front of each other." "I'm only doing number one. I really have to go." That was evident with the loud forceful hiss and splattering. Her sigh was a long, "AHHHHH." I had method in my madness. "Can your humble servant wipe Your Majesty's piss filled pussy?" "I'm not finished yet." My hand filled with toilet paper was soaked as proof. I feigned repulsion. She laughed and I finished shaving. "Finally, that afternoon, my courage was up and she triggered me with her question, "Jim, is something bothering you?" "Beautiful, who told you that you cannot have children?" Her face dropped, her eyes darkened and her smile turned to sadness. "I thought we talked about this. Jim, please let's drop this subject. It is very hurtful to me. My body cannot do the job that a woman body is supposed to do." "Who told you?" "You are being mean, leave it alone." She walked away from me. I followed, asking again, "Who told you?" Tears rolled down her face and she speeded up, racing toward the bathroom, "Damn you. Leave me alone." Just as she slammed the door, I caught it. "Did Ron tell you that you could not have children or did a doctor?" She hid her face from me and sobbed, "Why are you torturing me?" "Would you be unhappy if we had a child together?" Her tear stained face looked up at me pleading for me to stop. "I have to know, Linda. Please answer me." "I can't have kids. I have never been on birth control and never been pregnant. There, asshole, happy now. You made me say it again. I am not a complete woman." I reached out and handed her the positive pregnancy test that I had done a little while earlier when I squeezed her urine out of the toilet paper. "This is sick. Why would you show me something like this?" She pushed the door and screamed, "Get out. Get away from me." "Beautiful, I think Ron told you and I think he lied to you. I think you are pregnant. I am very happy about that but I really, really need to know how you feel." Linda was stone still. Her face was blank. She was not looking at me. "I used your urine on two different tests. They say you are pregnant." She sat down on the toilet and cried. I did not know how to read this reaction. I could dream up thirty scenarios. "I have made an appointment with an OBGYN for late today. Will you go with me so we can be absolutely sure?" She nodded, "Yes." She had no strength, no will, but she let me guide her to the kitchen, sit her down and get her a cup of coffee. I sat quietly next to her and held her hand. Finally she said, "It could be true. I never heard it from a doctor. For many years we tried and hoped. Ron always told me that it had to be my complicated, irregular system. I believed him when he said he checked out fine and when he told me the results of my tests." I sat and waited. I was still the mean asshole but she was mellowing. "What made you think that I might be pregnant?" "You have not had a period during the entire time we have been together. You have had a few unexplained days of upset stomach but mostly it is because every night I go to sleep holding your belly and it is rounding beautifully and your skin glows. My mother always said she could tell from that. Right before the cruise ended a little old lady asked me when our baby was due. I denied that you were pregnant. She just said, "Your wife glows; she is pregnant."