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Happily Ever After

By: greeneyelove



Cascading raven curls…flawless ivory skin…sapphire blue eyes fringed with impossibly dark lashes…a full, heart shaped mouth…she was the ideal image of innocent seduction and it nearly stole Jack Ford's breath to look at her as she moved gracefully through the crowded ballroom, pausing at occasional intervals to speak to various guest who each smiled openly as she greeted them. She was completely at ease. Seemingly confident and sure of herself, Salina radiated a certain warmth and elegance…she made one instantly feel connected to her the moment she offered a simple but always genuine smile…standing near the bar, an untouched drink in his hand, Jack allowed himself to simply drink in the sight she made as her satin white, ankle length evening gown molded itself to her full breast and flared hips like a sensual second skin that Jack ached to feel pressed against his body, just as he ached for the chance to finally make Salina understand what she meant to him; he wanted at least once chance to prove to Salina that she was more to him than his father's beloved personal assistant…she was the one woman he wanted in his bed, in his arms, and in his life for life.

Falling in love with anyone, especially with a woman who viewed most men in a less than desirable light, had not been his plan…Jack had fully intended to stay unattached and on his own, having witnessed his father, Hank, marry and divorce three times, before realizing that he was not cut out to be a husband. He was married to his work. Law was the love of his life, leaving little room for anything else, save his son…Jack was the one person in life that Hank had not failed, as he had taken full custody shortly after Jack turned twelve, when his mother decided that she wanted to see the world…she wanted to live free and clear and Hank and Jack were both at ease with her decision.

Having always shared a special bond, Hank and Jack tended to do well on there own, even when Hank was married…they shared a common sense of humor and like Hank, Jack had an intense love for the law as well. He went to NYU. Harvard. He joined the firm that his father had established years before and quickly, easily, he began making a name for himself as an ambitious defense attorney with a steady winning streak…his life was just as he had wanted it to be, filled with success and women who understood what he wanted, what he was about and each was wise enough not to make demands they knew Jack would never grant.

At thirty two, Jack had viewed his life as full…complete…he had wanted for nothing in any real regard and had fully believed that little could rock the foundation of his world, until the late autumn morning when his father came into his office, announcing that he needed just a moment of Jack's time. He wanted to introduce Salina. He had just hired her, to replace, his previous assistant, who had left the job so she could move to Florida, to be closer to her ailing mother…Hank had been sad to see the woman go, but he had seemed pleased to have come across Salina via a placement agency.

She was twenty six, had lived in New York for only a year…she had been born and raised in Orlando…Hank had casually provided the information that Jack somehow managed to absorb even as it struck him…like a bolt of lightening hit him…his chest actually felt tight as his heart raced and he stared at what he instantly knew was a woman who would turn his life upside down. Inside out. Just looking at her confirmed it. Something incredible had arrived in his world…something innocently beautiful yet unbelievably sensual as she stood before him that first day in a demur black pants suit, her dark hair pulled back in a neat twist…he wanted to see that hair falling free around her slim shoulders…he found his mind filled with many very vivid images as Salina extended a small hand that he shook as he smiled at her, having already made up his mind to get his father alone before the end of the day so he could find out more than the basic information regarding Miss Salina Nolan.

It was hardly common to find himself so struck…so enchanted…he wanted to believe it was just a temporary reaction, but his gut told him that was not the case, as Salina followed his father out of the office while Jack set back down, unable to concentrate on work, as his mind was filled with Salina…with thoughts of what it would be like to see those blue eyes glazed with passion…see her ivory skin flushed…he nearly drove himself insane with erotic daydreams he eventually had to tamper, several hours later, when he found his father alone in his office, and without any pretense or attempt at subtle conversation, Jack demanded to know any and everything about Salina.

"I take it you are impressed." Hank couldn't help but smile as he leaned back, taking off his reading glasses as he looked at his son. "I have to say, I noticed the reaction you had to her and I don't blame you. I know she is a beautiful girl." But something in Hank's eyes seemed to darken and Jack picked up on it in an instant.

"Correct me if I am wrong, Dad, but are you warning me away from Salina."

"I wouldn't go as far as to say that I am warning you away, but I…" He paused as if he were not sure how to continue. "Naturally, Jack, I know I can trust you, so I am going to share with you what Salina shared with me about her past, because I think you need to know why I would be less than thrilled if someone were to do anything that would hurt this girl."

"You think I would hurt her?"

"Not intentionally. I know you, Jack. I know you are a good man."

"But…" Jack prompted, sensing something serious.

"Salina was very honest with me, during the interview, and as I told her, I respect her for that, just as I must confess that I respect her for…well, for being a very strong young woman who has survived a lot in her life."

"What does that mean, exactly?"

"It means…apparently, when Salina was sixteen, she ended up getting pregnant by a guy she was dating and her father insisted that what he called the right thing be done."

"By right thing I assume you mean marriage." It was certainly an old-fashioned view, if not somewhat insane, but that was the least of Jack's concerns at the moment as he set there, feeling certain that something horrible was coming.

"Yeah. Crazy I know. The girl was only sixteen and far too young for marriage."

"I have to agree with that, and my guess is she didn't want to get married."

Hank shook his head. "Hardly. At sixteen she had dreams for herself. And the guy she was pregnant by was her first…she had gotten a little drunk at a party one night and he took advantage of her."

"Christ." Jack shook his head.

"He was a bastard in more ways than not, but so was her father, and the wedding did happen despite all of Salina's pleading. She was stuck. Sixteen. Pregnant."

"With no one to turn to."

"Exactly. A sad situation."

"That got worse." He found it easy to make the guess and Hank nodded.

"Two days after their were married, Salina's husband, Carl, beat her for the first time and as a result, she suffered a miscarriage." Hank's voice took on a hard edge as he shared the information and Jack winced, feeling overcome with emotions…pity for Salina…rage towards the husband…it was a lot to process as he set there and tried to fully fathom the pain that Salina had so unfairly suffered.

"Tell me that she left him…"

But Hank again shook his head. "No, thanks to her father again."

"Religious restrictions that condemn divorce."

"Yes. It was out of the question and Salina was afraid."

"And Carl got worse as time went by."

"The beatings were a constant thing, and more than once, she ended up having to go to the hospital…she lost another baby along the way…" He made a bitter sound. "She told me, how it went on for about eight years, getting worse with each day it seemed, until one night, after Carl had been drinking, he really lost it and he told her that he was going to kill her once and for all." And, naturally, Salina had believed him…at that point she had been convinced she would eventually die at Carl's hand…she had suffered more than most could imagine during her years with him. She had lived in hell. She didn't want to die there…didn't want to be just a blurb story in the back of the newspaper…suddenly the need, the desire and the urge to fight back and survive exploded inside of her and somehow, she managed to break away from Carl and his rage long enough to rush into their small bedroom, to Carl's side of the bed, where she knew he kept a gun in his nightstand.

"She used the gun…" Jack couldn't finish the question.

"She doesn't clearly recall pulling the trigger, which doctors have attributed to some sort of shock that I can more than understand, but yes she did use the gun and I for one think she had every right."

"I would hardly argue with that." Standing, unable to stay seated, he moved about the room almost restlessly.

"Luckily, a decent lawyer in the public defenders office landed her case and with the hospital records to back up past abuse, as well as accounts from several neighbors, no charges were filed. It went down as self defense. But Salina…"

"Has had to rebuild her life from the ground up."

"And she has done a remarkable job. I admire her for it. She went back to school and she took college classes, then worked several temp jobs before moving to New York, where she did the same, before coming here."

"And you hired her."

"She told me about her history first, because she wanted to be honest, and I told her that I have no problem with anything in her past."

"Good. I am glad. I am glad she has a second chance."

"So am I, son. I think she is a good girl. I think she needs a break."

"And she has no need for a man falling all over her." He paused in his pacing to look at Hank seriously. "I have to admit that I am attracted, and that I…" Sighing, he returned to the chair he had vacated, shaking his head as he did.

"I am not saying that you should not pursue her, if you are interested, but I will say that I do not see her as the type of woman you tended to gravitate towards."

"She isn't. I took one look at her and knew that."

"But…" As he asked, he couldn't help but smile and Jack did the same.

"But I think I could fall in love with that girl."

"Words I never thought I would hear you say."

"Words I never thought I would say." But he meant them and Hank sensed as much as Jack stood once more. "For what it is worth, I assure you, I will play this carefully and I won't make any move that I feel Salina might be uncomfortable with." He would respect her, as well as her feelings, but he couldn't deny the pull he felt…he couldn't deny that she drew him as no other woman ever had, and learning about the past she struggled to leave behind only made him more determined to reach out to her, to prove to her that not all men were like Carl…he wanted her to know that some men could and would adore her as she deserved.

The conversation with his father provided insight…it made him understand the brief fear that often flared in her eyes…knowing about her past explained to him why she seemed to be rather shy around all men, when she first met them and it ripped at something inside of him as he spent her first weeks at the firm, simply watching her from a distance. Learning how she interacted with others…she was a bright young woman who seemed eager to gain more confidence in herself and though she didn't know it, he silently cheered her…he smiled each time he saw her…ached when he thought about the pain she had known and how no one had been there to defend her when she needed it the most. Life in general had rather harshly dealt her an unfair, undeserved hand…fate owned her something…she deserved a chance to be happy…the need to tell her that, to assure her that she deserved to have all her dreams for herself come true was a constant presents with Jack, but the opportunity to say as much to her was slow in presenting itself, do in part to the simple fact that Salina avoided him in a quietly subtle manner so skillfully mastered that Jack didn't realize it right away.

Always professional and polite, she never sought Jack out unless it was necessary…she tried not to be in the same room with him…it wasn't until she had been with the firm for nearly three months that it occurred to Jack that Salina seemed on guard around him. She never did, he realized, look him in the eyes…she never called him by his first name, as she did with Hank, and others…she seemed almost skittish when it came to any dealings with him and it was his first reaction to believe that he frightened her somehow, never suspecting that her clear desire to avoid him stemmed from a more basic matter, as Salina was careful to never allow Jack, or anyone around her, to notice that Jack simply walking into a room wrecked compete and utter havoc on every one of her prized senses.

Having endured the worst relationship imaginable with a man who had nearly ended her life more than once, it had never actually occurred to Salina that she could really find a man attractive…she had not in any way been prepared for feeling every nerve ending in her body stand up at attention and scream each time Jack walked into the room. All he had to do was look at her and she felt herself melt…she found herself wanting to turn and run away from fear of the unknown…he was without a doubt the most handsome man she had ever had the chance to encounter with green, hazel highlighted eyes and thick, silver blond hair that always looked as if he had been repeatedly running his hands through it.

A towering six three, he possessed a powerful aura…he filled up the room when he came into it…his massive shoulders and muscle coiled arms radiated strength that might have been frightening, on another man, but Jack was so clearly kind and decent…each time he very easily smiled she could see that he was different. He was special. Not like her father, and most certainly not like her late husband, Jack was the kind of man who made women want to place their faith and trust in men in general…at least women who had not already served their own eight year tour in hell…a tour that left them unable to truly believe in or trust anyone, regardless how decent or attractive that person might have been.

Not for a moment, did she allow herself to daydream too intently about Jack…she knew that it do so would have been foolish as well as insane, given her history…a man like Jack Ford would not look twice at her. She was sure of it. He could have his pick of anyone, leaving him no cause to even consider seeing her as in his league…admitting to herself that she had a very serious crush was one thing, but along with the admission, she assured herself that she would not allow the feelings to get out of check; she assured herself that no one would ever know that in her dreams, the dreams she held close to her heart, she dreamed about what it would be like to be a woman that Jack would want…a woman he deserved…a woman who could so easily trust him and herself.

Of course, trusting Jack, at least her ability to trust him, took a serious boost when she learned, via his father, that he had agreed to take on a case that Salina had been following very closely in the media, as it had, to many degrees, reminded her of her own life…hearing about a young woman named Nina Lewis shooting her boyfriend in self defense, while trying to find a means to escape yet another beating had touched something inside of Salina. It had quickly, bitterly, brought to life a host of memories…she had felt an instant connection to the woman she had seen on the news and learning that Jack Ford had agreed to serve as Nina's lawyer had prompted Salina to cease avoiding him, so she could go to him directly, to tell him how impressed she was with his actions.

She waited until the end of the day to go talk to him…she had spent most of the day finding the nerve to even begin a conversation and when she knocked on his office door and he called out for her to come in, her hands were shaking. Her heart raced. She felt anxious, as well as foolish…the man most likely didn't care what she thought…but she still wanted him to know as she opened the door and stepped inside to find him sitting behind his desk, his suit coat cast over the back of his chair while his tie laid crumpled on the floor…the top buttons on his shirt were undone and he looked casual and relaxed as he smiled up at her, clearly more than a little surprised.

"If I am interrupting you, I can come back…" She tried to back out of the office, she had a sudden urge to run, but Jack was quick to shake his head as he stood.

"You are not interrupting at all. Please. Come in Salina." It was a first, for her to make a move to approach him and he made him smile…he wanted to somehow see it as a sign, but he was careful not to get his hopes up as she eased slowly into the room, to pause before his desk, her hands locked together in a nervous gesture.

"I really don't want to bother you…"

"It isn't a bother. Really. I could use a break."

"Oh. I…well, I…" She blew out a breath and lifted her eyes to his. "I wanted to see you, so I could tell you that I think it is really great, the way you are defending Nina Lewis." She said it on a rush, it seemed to be the only way to get the words out and Jack felt her heart swell as he looked at her standing there.

"She has a right to a fair defense. I want her to get it."

"Will she? I mean, her boyfriend came from money."

"And she doesn't." Jack confirmed and she nodded. 

"Will that make it more difficult for her? The fact that his family is well known?"

"I would like to say it won't have an impact, but I would be lying if I tried to pretend that it might not."

Shivering as if she were suddenly cold, she wrapped her arms around herself, looking at the floor. "Do you think she has a chance at all?" Her voice was soft, laced with such pain it took all Jack's will to resist the urge to go to her…he wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her…he wanted somehow to comfort her, but he was wise enough to know she was not at all ready for him to approach her in that manner.

"I am going to work like hell to make sure Nina is treated fairly, and to tell you the truth, there is a lot of evidence to back up the past abuse."

"That stands in her favor, at least."

"The way it stood in yours."

The words were said before he had a chance to fully consider them and Salina lifted her eyes to his…he could see the pain there, but not surprise as he sighed and shook his head, feeling as if he were digging himself into a hole.

"I am sorry. My dad told me…" He let the thought go unfinished.

"I kind of figured that he had, and I don't mind." She tried to smile. "I work here, and it is only fair that you know about what I did." The effort to smile faded and she looked sad, and serious and Jack moved from behind his desk as she watched him.

"Look, I have wanted to say something to you for a while now, Salina, but I have not been sure how to approach the subject." He slid his hands into his pants pockets as he moved to stand in front of her…he didn't trust himself not to touch her as she looked up at him with wide sapphire eyes that called out to his soul.

"Does it have to do with what you know about me?"

"Actually, it does."

"Do…are you going to tell me that my past bothers you?" If he did, she knew she really could not blame him, but he shook his head.

"What I want to tell you is I admire you."

"You admire me?"

"How can I not, Salina?" He loved saying her name. "I won't pretend to understand all you suffered during your marriage, nor will I say I can imagine the depth of the pain you have known, because I can't. I can't begin to fathom what you endured. But I can tell you that I am in awe of you, because you are obviously a very strong young woman."


Happily Ever After



Author's Note:

This is the 17th and final story in a series. The whole series is

1 -- In Camera

2 -- Sins Of The Father

3 -- Summer Of Love

4 -- A lady's companion

5 -- Summa Cum Laude

6 -- Things To Be Thankful For

7 -- That Special Someone

8 -- Homecoming Queen

9 -- Touch But Don't Look

10 - Promises, Rules And Their Breaking

11 -- Fifty Ways To Please Your Lover

12 -- London Calling

13 -- Business And Pleasure

14 -- Through A Glass Darkly

15 -- Family And Friends

16 -- The Morning After The Night Before

And finally,

17 -- Happily Ever After

"Upon what meat does this, our Caesar, feed?" David had everyone's attention and that was more than a little nerve-racking, even though they were all friends. This was a big day and he had one more important duty to perform.

"No, I'm not about to betray Eric, stab him in the back or anything so dramatic. Eric is my friend, my fraternity brother and my boss. But our familiarity -- and believe me when I say we are familiar -- doesn't lessen the awe I hold him in. If anything, knowing Eric as I do, I'm more in awe of him.

Perhaps this will make more sense if I start at the beginning.

I first met Eric when I pledged to Phi Kappa Delta and Eric was that year's Fraternity President. He wasn't notably scandalous at that time and I was such a quiet, studious soul that I dropped completely below his radar... Or so I thought. It was all about to change. That was the year Eric inherited a business empire he had little understanding of and less interest in. It's been said often, by Eric himself, that the only good business decision he's ever made was giving Parry control of the company. And while Parry slaves away over a hot desk, Eric has been free to pursue his true vocation as a libertine.

Nor did Eric forget his oath to his fraternity. His largesse has become the stuff of legends, especially the Social Development Program, of which I am a graduate."

"With honours!" A sweet contralto voice interjected. David glanced along the high table to B who smiled to see him blush just a little.

"Eric's career since has been more notorious than notable, he is more infamous than famous. His art has pushed the boundaries further than anyone could have thought possible. But let's be honest: he's had help." David glanced along the table again, past Eric, past Kelsey, making eye contact with first B then Helen, both beautiful in their matching dresses. Both were smiling their gentle encouragement. He continued.

"He had help from... I have to get this right..." David made a show of remembering what he'd been told to say. "From two of the sweetest and most adorable young ladies one could wish to meet."

There was laughter. Everyone present knew to whom he was referring and just how much of the truth his description of them had left out.

"And, in truth, it was that notoriety -- the provocatively intimate nature of Eric's work that first drew Kelsey into his orbit. In a frankly bizarre parody of a very adult fairy tale, Eric and Kelsey found each other and found in each other the thing they really sought -- the thing everyone seeks -- the other halves of their hearts.

The unicorn... and we're all aware of Eric's unique horn... The unicorn has, true to the fairy tale, been tamed by a virgin and we are gathered today to wish them both a happily-ever-after.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please raise your glasses to the bride and groom."

"The bride and groom!" Many voices echoed in unison. Glasses clinked and Champagne was quaffed.

* * * * *

"Phew!" David sat back down, his work done. Barring incident, he had no more formal duties as best man. Traditionally, he had to look after the bridesmaids but he really didn't think Helen and B needed any help. He finished his champagne in one gulp.

"You were great!" Rebecca whispered, leaning against his arm and insinuating her hand into his, drawing it into her lap.

"Really?" He whispered back, turning towards her and pressing both their hands a little more firmly against her thigh as he buzzed her."

"Yes... Shh" Rebecca nodded along the table. Parry was on his feet and speaking.

* * * * *

"... absolute honesty that I've come to think of Kelsey as a daughter and so I was honoured and delighted when she asked me to give her away. In keeping with tradition, I'm also paying for the wedding... out of Eric's funds." There was a little laughter at that. Parry held Eric's power of attorney. "I haven't much to say, but there are some people to thank. Firstly, Titania, for arranging all the flowers today. Tittie, they're beautiful. Thank you." There was brief but hearty applause for Titania's work, which made her blush a little -- no mean feat.

"... And tomorrow, all those flowers will be taken to local hospitals and nursing homes so enjoy them while you can.

I also have to thank Pierre and Mary for hosting this wedding. I think you'll all agree, they've done us proud." More applause. If Mary blushed, it didn't show on her dark chocolate skin, but Pierre's beaming, gleaming smile was more than obvious. "Thanks guys..."

Parry had quite a few more people to thank but David tuned the rest out. He was distracted by the warmth of Rebecca's thighs, trapping his hand. He hadn't had time for sex last night, with all the last minute stuff for the wedding, and they'd been separated for bachelor parties the night before. He did a quick calculation. It was 70 hours, almost to the minute, since they'd had sex. That was the longest dry spell they'd had in six months of dating. He was rock hard right now and, for two pins, would just bend Rebecca over the table and fuck her like a jack hammer. In this company, it's quite probable that nobody would mind. That is, nobody but Rebecca. She was shy... compared to the rest of the women at this table.

"What're you thinking?" Rebecca asked quietly. She'd noticed he wasn't paying attention to Parry's speech or her.

"Just how long it's been since we made love."

"And?" There was a momentary increase in the pressure from her thighs.

"And it's been 3 days. Would you be very embarrassed if I fucked you right now, in front of everyone?"

"Very." Rebecca knew he was being hypothetical. "But..." she eased his hand out of her lap just long enough to hitch her hem up. David found his hand being thrust back between her legs. "Aren't long table cloths great?" Rebecca asked, mischief gleaming in her eyes.

"I'm so hard right now."

"Good." Rebecca stroked the ridge along David's thigh. It twitched. "Very good." She was either complimenting him on the temper of his erection or the impudence of his fingertips that were rubbing just above the nub of her clitoris through her underwear.

* * * * *

There was more applause as Parry finished speaking and ceded the floor to the groom. Eric glanced around him before speaking.

"Thank you Parry. Thank you all for being here to share this occasion with us." Eric's arms spread expansively, encompassing all his guests. "We really do appreciate it." He glanced down at Kelsey. She was radiant. "David was kind enough to remind you of my notoriety. Well allow me to retort." He made a point of looking at his best-man, noticing where David's hand must be. That made Eric smile. "Some are born notorious, some achieve notoriety and some have notoriety thrust upon them. I won't say my public image was entirely thrust upon me, but I'm not wholly to blame for it either..." His glance fell on Helen and B who were snogging and pretending to ignore him. Everyone else got the point and there was a smattering of laughter. Eric continued. "And as much as I've enjoyed every minute of it, all I ever really wanted was to find that special someone I knew was out there. And she found me.

You probably noticed a significant omission in our vows: we did not promise each other fidelity. Our relationship was never based on that and our marriage couldn't be. We love each other, but that love is expressed in our trust, not our fidelity. We're making it up as we go among but it's our hope that we can define a new morality that does not judge us for our desires and does not treat anyone as property. It's a bold experiment, changing centuries of dogmatic thinking, but we feel we have to try." Eric felt Kelsey's hand slide into his and squeeze his fingers.

"But enough seriousness... This is a celebration! Eat. Drink. And don't forget the wedding album."

* * * * *

"What about the wedding album?" Rebecca asked David as Eric sat down and got preoccupied with kissing his bride.

"Kelsey's idea. Eric's doing an album of 'his' photographs of his guests. I didn't mention it because... you've been pretty clear about not being photographed." David had broached the subject once and Rebecca had been more than a little vocal on the theme of no, no way, not now, not soon, not ever.

"Oh." Rebecca's face shut down. It was what David thought of as her poker face and he was used to seeing it whenever Eric's work came up in conversation. Rebecca liked Eric, really liked all of Eric's family now that she knew them, but didn't like the ever present sexual imagery or the pressure she felt under - unfairly -- for being the only person in the room who wasn't shown naked on the walls. Nobody ever mentioned that but Rebecca felt it and that was enough to make her always a little edgy in Eric's home. David had long since given up trying to tell her she was being silly.

"Don't do that. Please." David put a conciliatory arm around her shoulders.

"Do what?"

"Shut down on me like that. It's not compulsory. Most of the people here have been in front of Eric's camera before so Kelsey thought it'd be a suitable memento of their special day. I'm sure you won't be the only one not posing." David hated having to defend his friends against his girlfriend but it happened quite a lot.

"Are you going to?" It was a loaded question.

"Yes... I am. I'm best-man so I should lead by example and..."

"And?"

"And I want to."

"I see." Rebecca's monotone response spoke volumes about just how much she disapproved of that idea.

"Sweetie, you did good today!" B broke up the conversation. Buzzed David's lips firmly then turned to Rebecca. "What's wrong?" B could see the storm clouds behind Rebecca's eyes.

"Nothing." Rebecca lied.

"Good. Can I tear you away from David for a few minutes? I need your help with something."

"Sure, I guess." Rebecca pushed back her chair and stood.

B straightened up and took her hand. Rebecca resisted a moment but let herself be led away.

David watched them go, bemused by how easily B had stopped an impending argument.

When they'd disappeared, he got up too and went to chat with Helen, now there was a spare seat next to her.

* * * * *

"Ellie, Robbie, have you met Rebecca? David's girlfriend?" B had practically dragged Rebecca to a table that David had pointed out to her earlier, when he'd been too busy to make introductions.

"No. Hi Rebecca." Ellie turned out to be, in Rebecca's opinion, even prettier than B, which was saying a lot.

"Hi." Rebecca smiled at the pretty girl with the blind guy. She'd certainly heard a lot about Robbie from David.

"... feeling a bit pressurized. I thought you'd both like a bit of moral support." B was explaining something to Ellie.

"Pardon?" Rebecca had missed the gist of what B had said.

B turned to face her and spoke softly and warmly. "You and Ellie have something in common. She doesn't want to pose for Eric either. I just thought you should know you aren't the only one." B gently eased the unresisting Rebecca into a spare chair while she spoke. "You guys should get to know each other better."

B left, leaving Rebecca in the company of strangers. She immediately started to look around for David.

"Intimidating, isn't it?" Ellie said, snapping Rebecca's attention back to herself.

"I can't see David." Rebecca explained her distraction. It sounded lame to her but she had nothing else to say. David was the only person here she really knew and he was nowhere near her.

"He's probably busy being Best Man." Robbie suggested. "I've been looking forward to meeting you, Rebecca. David talks about you all the time."

"Really?" Rebecca liked the sound of that. She had yet to visit the frat house and had started to wonder if she was ever going to meet David's friends.

"Constantly. Rebecca... this is going to sound odd but, may I see you?"

"Robbie sees with his hands." Ellie could see Rebecca's puzzled look.

"Oh. Sure. What do I have to do?"

"Just relax and sit still." Robbie moved a little closer and tentatively reached towards her face.

It was a little unnerving that he found it straight away. It was almost as if he could actually see where she was. She closed her eyes and felt his fingertips move ever so lightly over her face from forehead to neck. It was weird but not unpleasant. In fact, she rather liked it.

"Thank you." Robbie sat back.

"You're welcome. That was actually kind of..." She was searching for a better word than 'nice'.

"Sexy?" Ellie prompted.

"Well, yes." Rebecca felt herself blushing. "I think I'd have said intimate rather than sexy, but... I'm sorry." Her palms went to her cheeks. She could feel how hot they were.

"What's to be sorry about?" Robbie asked.

"You made her blush." Ellie explained. She didn't explain that Rebecca's nipples had got a lot more obvious too. She didn't mention it, but she noticed and Rebecca noticed her noticing.

"Is it true you won't pose for Eric either?" Rebecca tried to change the subject.

"Not entirely." Ellie moved closer to Robbie, tucking herself under his arm and resting her cheek against him. "I told Eric I'd pose for him if Robbie could see the pictures."

Rebecca thought that was a bit insensitive but Robbie was smiling at it.

"I'm her excuse but, really, she's just shy." He said.

"Not true!" Ellie slapped his leg playfully. "Not that there's anything wrong with being shy."

"It's not that..." Rebecca was shy, but that wasn't the only reason.

"You know. It really doesn't matter." Robbie said. "Eric will respect your wishes and nobody in his family will ever say a word against your choice. They believe in respect."

"True. All that stuff Eric was saying about their new morality? Its not the first time we've heard it. If you're feeling under any kind of pressure, you're imagining it."

"I know, but..."

"But it still feels real? Been there, felt that. Trust me. You'll get used to it." Ellie sounded really sincere.

"Rebecca? How did you and David really meet?" Robbie changed the subject.

"Really meet?" It was an odd way to put the question.

"He told us he saved you from the unwelcome advances of a predatory boss. We figured he was lying. David's not the heroic type."

"I can't believe he told you... Yes, it's true... I'm Meg's P.A. You know Meg?"

"Intimately." Robbie said with a grin.

"He's kidding." Ellie didn't seem bothered by Robbie's claimed conquest. "Go on."

"Meg hit on me on only my second day at the company and..."

"Meg? Not Parry?" Ellie's eyebrows were raised. This actually was surprising.

"I hadn't even met Parry then but there were... circumstances..." Rebecca was blushing again as she recalled the 'circumstances'.

"And?" Ellie was leaning forward, past Robbie. She wanted to hear this story.

Six months ago, Rebecca would have been far too shy to tell them but a lot had changed in six months and she was feeling quite flattered at the sincere interest her new acquaintances showed in her story.

* * * * *

"... Meg didn't push it. She backed off... I noticed her glances often enough and she stole the occasional kiss but never more than that. I was the first time I'd been openly desired by another woman but it wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought it would be -- should be. I even started dressing to impress her.

I was still surprised when Meg invited me to Eric's Halloween party. Before that, the nearest we'd got to social time was lunch together."

"Sorry, Rebecca..." Robbie interrupted her story. "This was last Halloween, yes?"

"Yes."

"You went to that party?" Ellie was genuinely surprised now.

"Yes. I didn't know exactly what to expect. I'd visited Eric's gallery and met him and Kelsey and Helen so I expected it'd be pretty racy... Still... I was really unprepared for the shenanigans going on there."

"Robbie and I couldn't go. We had other commitments... but that party's the stuff of legends in the frat house. Go on. Is that where you met David?"

"Yes. He was one of the waiters."

"He volunteered for that. It was originally supposed to be just the pledges but David argued that the Pantheon's acolytes should provide the service." Robbie had been excused pledging but was a full member of Phi Kappa Delta and wore an acolyte's pin with a B inscribed on it. Rebecca knew what that meant because David had explained his own pin to her.

"What did you go as?" Ellie asked.

"The bride of Frankenstein. A wedding dress from a vintage clothes shop in Greenwich, green make-up and a novelty shop bolt through my neck.

I knew Meg was going as Queen of the vampires and Parry was Count Dracula and witches are just boring.

David kept plying me with drinks -- which was his job -- and I kept him talking to dodge Meg's advances. I guess I told him that because he made a point of never leaving me alone." Rebecca reflected on the fact David had not left her alone for the whole of the next day either and had been reluctant to say goodbye when Monday morning meant work was required.

* * * * *

"Problems?" Helen asked as David sat down. "I saw B stealing your girlfriend."

"Rebecca's not happy about the album." David didn't look happy right now either.

"So? Don't do it."

"I probably won't."

"David. Trust B. Have you ever seen anyone try to not like her?"

"Christabelle Deerborne?"

"Ok. But Prissy Chrissy's an aberration. Rebecca is far too nice a person to not like B."

"I guess."

"I know. Besides, I have an idea. See that?" She pointed to where Rebecca, Ellie and Robbie were sitting.

"Yes?"

"Wanna bet I can get you and Robbie in the album and Ellie and Rebecca will actually help?"

"No way!" David meant no way would he bet against Helen. He'd lost a few forfeits to her in the past and learned his lesson.

"Coward! Go talk to Daddy. Leave this to me and B."

* * * * *

"I love you." Kelsey's voice was muffled because her face was pressed against Eric's chest. His arms felt reassuringly tight around her and she could feel the pressure of his lips on the crown of her head.

"I love you too." Eric murmured. This was the first private moment they'd had all day. Not that the 'first dance' was private, but they had a few square feet to themselves and the music kept their conversation between them. It felt private.

They swayed together as the space around them filled up with other couples, all but unnoticed.

And if they didn't really notice their guests, their guests only pretended not to notice when Eric spirited Kelsey away from the party entirely, disappearing with her into the bungalow.

They were gone too long to not be missed but David, B and Helen knew there was one last twist in the day's celebrations. Quietly, they went from table to table and group to group, explaining that everyone was expected on the beach in one hour to watch the sunset. Dress code was to be pyjamas or other appropriate nightwear. The formalities were well and truly over and tonight was a slumber party.




Happily Ever After



It was... different, but it sounded like fun and Eric's friends were used to eccentricity. They cheerfully joined in.

* * * * *

"David?" Rebecca had been very quiet since they came down to the beach. David had let her be alone with her thoughts.

"Yes?" He turned at the sound of her voice and put his arms around her, drawing her close enough to hug as he looked down into her blue-grey eyes.

"I don't want to be such a bitch... It's just..."

"Shh." He buzzed her lips to shut her up. "B told me. It's OK."

"No. It isn't OK. You want to be in that album and you're only staying out of it because I made an issue of it. It's not OK." There were tears in the corners of her eyes. "I... If you want to... you should..."

"Hey! You two." Ellie interrupted their heart to heart. "Whoa!" she saw Rebecca's teary eyes and immediately cranked down her exuberance. "What's up, Sweetie?" She eased Rebecca out of David's embrace and took both the girl's hands in her own.

"Nothing." Rebecca sniffed and tried to smile. "I'm just..."

"It's that album deal again, isn't it?" Ellie surmised. She didn't wait for the nod that Rebecca answered with. She glanced at David, who was hovering like an over-solicitous waiter at her elbow. "David, I left Robbie over there." Her eyes pointed the way. "Be a dear and keep him out of trouble. A beach isn't a very safe place for him." Ellie didn't pay David any further heed. She hugged Rebecca and cooed softly while her new friend sobbed.

"I know I'm just being silly." Rebecca mumbled, trying to get a little control over her emotions. She was embarrassed at melting down in front of relative strangers like this.

"No. No you're not. But... Have you had a chat with Helen recently?"

"No."

"Only, she had an idea..."

* * * * *

"I've been sent to keep you out of trouble." David walked up behind Robbie, who was facing out to sea, for all the world, as if watching the sun go down.

"You're well out of it." Robbie didn't turn as David stopped beside him. A blind man never learns the habit of looking at those he's speaking to.

"I know. Robbie? Would you say Ellie was high maintenance?"

Hardly." Robbie actually laughed. "I'm the high maintenance one in our relationship."

"I guess."

"Why do you ask?"

"Because whenever I think about me and Rebecca, that's a label that springs to mind."

"And that's a problem because?" Robbie was being rhetorical.

"I know. It shouldn't matter... And it really doesn't, but sometimes I wish it wasn't so hard being in love with her."

"Good answer." Robbie did turn towards David now. "Helen's talked Ellie into helping me be in the album." it was a rather sudden change of subject. Or was it?

"Really?"

"And if I had to guess, I'd say right now Ellie is telling Rebecca that."

"If you had to guess."

"Actually, That's why Ellie left me standing here and ran off to talk with your girlfriend."

"And?"

"And when was the last time you had a hand job?"

"Oh."

"Yeah." Robbie was grinning.

* * * * *

"You're sure?" Ellie gave Rebecca one last chance to change her mind.

"No. But I'm going to do it anyway." Rebecca was clinging to David's hand for moral support. David found himself hoping her grip wouldn't remain quite so tight.

"Thank you." Robbie said. He had good cause to thank Rebecca too. If she didn't go through with this, neither would Ellie. That was the deal the girls had made with each other: Ellie was adamant that her new friend wasn't going to be the odd one out.

Rebecca took a deep breath then, "Ok. Let's do it."

The four went into Eric's studio together.

Glancing up at them, Eric asked, "Search party? I was just about to go find my bride and join you all for the sunset."

"Is there still time for a couple of photographs?" David looked Eric right in the eye and smirked. It wasn't often he'd seen Eric look so surprised.

"Sure." Eric recovered his composure quickly and picked up a camera. The look he gave Ellie was... hungry would be a good word for it.

* * * * *

"I can't believe I'm doing this." Rebecca's whispered mantra caressed David's ear. Mantra? Well, she'd repeated it over and over since they'd entered Eric's studio, throughout the photo shoot and all the way along the beach.

The photo shoot had ended when Kelsey had arrived in the studio, finally free of her wedding dress, barely more than naked in her wedding night negligee. It was definitely negligible attire. Eric hadn't even needed prompting to set down his camera and take his bride by the hand. And so they made a procession of six down to the beach, Bride and Groom leading, then David and Rebecca, with Robbie and Ellie bringing up the rear. David and Robbie still proudly wore the erections that Eric had been snapping away at. Pyjama pants are decidedly not restrictive.

The sunset pyjama party was in full swing, as befits any event hosted by B and Helen. As Eric and his bride wandered into the midst of the gentle Saturnalia, Ellie touched Rebecca's elbow, and nodded in the direction of the quiet end of the beach.

And so the four found themselves alone amid the black, volcanic rocks, far from the mating crowd. The girls had some unfinished business with the aforementioned erections and, when Ellie snuggled up with Robbie and continued where she'd left off, stroking his firm, proud flesh and nibbling at his earlobe, Rebecca found herself following that example, much to David's delight.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." Rebecca whispered.

"Me neither... But I'm so glad you are." David shut her up with a kiss. Rebecca could easily over-think this game into extinction.

David, for his part, was fumbling his way down the line of buttons between him and his sweetheart's majestic bosom. He could just make out her nipples through the satin fabric of her PJs but he wanted to be sure they were properly awake and that required a taste test... as he always insisted.

David had his back to Robbie and Ellie but Rebecca could clearly see Ellie peeling off her top and pressing Robbie's hands to her pert breasts. There was a time, not so very long ago, when Rebecca would have envied Ellie's small, firm tits with their perfect shape. There was a time... before David... before he took such obvious delight in Rebecca's very prominent bosom. David's infantile bias towards her breasts made carrying them around in front of her all the time much more worthwhile.

A small part of Rebecca's brain thought she understood just why Eric had looked so hungrily at Ellie and not her. Ellie was... perfect. Rebecca had never felt perfect, even when David went to such lengths to praise her curves: The sincere desire of one man just couldn't compete with all those fashionista images of girls like... OK, say it, girls like Ellie.

"...away." David's voice reached her in mid day-dream.

"Sorry. What?"

"I asked if you're OK? You were miles away." Even in the gathering gloom, David's look of concern was clear as day.

"Sorry..."

"It's OK." David gently but firmly moved her hand off of his penis and hugged her close. "I don't ever want you doing stuff you aren't comfortable with." He held her tight while he got all noble. "Want to head back to the bungalow?" He gave her an 'out'.

"David, no..." She wasn't sure if she wanted to stay here on the beach but she was sure she didn't want to go back to their room. Maybe the sight of Ellie's pants heading south made the decision for her. She did want this. She wanted David to make love to her here, now. She pushed him backwards, going with him, mouth glued to his.

Horizontal, she took charge of her own PJs, dragging the jacket off. "I need this." She guided his hands to her swinging bosom, moaning as he squeezed her flesh gently.

David went with it, rolling the two of then over to put Rebecca on her back in the soft white sand and kneeling between her thighs, urging her pants down. Rebecca raised her legs high to allow her lover to drag her one remaining garment off over her feet.

They had some catching up to do. Judging by the noise Ellie was making, David and Rebecca were quite a bit behind. David seemed intent on catching up though and as Rebecca's legs came back down, either side of him, he moved forward, sinking easily into her body. Christ! She was wet. He didn't mind foreplay but he loved it when he found her this ready. It always played out the same way when Rebecca was this keyed up: He'd start slow and she'd keep demanding more until David fucked her like a jack hammer.

Rebecca couldn't see their friends any more but she did notice that David made no attempt to glance over to where all the noise was coming from. That was one of the things that made David so special: Most men, six feet from a naked girl as hot as Ellie, would sneak a peek. Not David. Rebecca had his undivided attention and was appreciating it more with every thrust of his hard hips, every bruising impact of his glans on her cervix. The havoc he was causing inside her helped stop her over-thinking. She gave up thinking entirely and surrendered wholeheartedly to her ravisher.

* * * * *

Lying in the darkness, on the sand, all passion spent, her head on Robbie's chest, Ellie listened to the soft but slightly laboured breathing of four people. If she had to guess, which she decidedly didn't, she'd have guessed Rebecca had enjoyed their mutual adventure as much as she had. Guesswork had been rendered unnecessary though. Rebecca had been... vocal. Now, Ellie had been known to make a fair bit of noise... would even be willing to admit that tonight had been just such an occasion... but Rebecca? Rebecca really had a pair of lungs on her. Still, it was good to know that chest had something other than big boobs in it's favour.

Ellie was a little bit jealous of Rebecca's bountiful bosom. If she was honest with herself, she was kind of glad Robbie couldn't see them: If he could, Ellie would probably feel really under-equipped to hold his attention.

Paranoid? Maybe just a little bit.

"Rebecca?" Ellie broke the silence.

"Hmm?" Rebecca was just a shadow a few feet away: A very contented sounding shadow.

"Have you ever done that before? Been that close to another couple?"

"No... No, this is definitely a first." Rebecca actually sounded like she was blushing. Like it hadn't been embarrassing until somebody mentioned it then... crimson cheek syndrome!

"Me neither." Ellie eased herself upright, still straddling Robbie, his flaccid penis squished under her haunches.

"I have." Robbie sounded smug.

"Yes Dear." Ellie sounded almost maternal. "We know you have. You were B's love slave."

"Until you rescued me." Robbie spun the facts of the case just a little.

"And now you're my love slave." Ellie patted Robbie's chest affectionately. His hand found hers and squeezed.

"David?" Rebecca had noticed his silence.

"I feel like Robbie." David said.

"You can't have him. He's mine." Ellie joked.

"I just meant its so dark." his hands were wandering all over Rebecca's body under cover of that darkness.

"Welcome to my world." Robbie sounded just a little wistful.

"Sorry Buddy. I didn't mean to bring the mood down." David realized, too late, what he'd said.

"Forget about it." Robbie forced some levity into his tone.

"I need to pee." Ellie announced, standing up. "Oops!" As she rose higher than the surrounding rocks, the just rising moon lit her from the navel up, taking her by surprise.

If she hadn't said oops, David would have missed it, but she did and everybody's heads turned towards her.

"What?" Robbie couldn't see the moonlight.

"Nothing Darling." Ellie turned away from everyone and moved up the beach in search of a secluded spot to squat.

"David?" Robbie wasn't satisfied with 'nothing' as an explanation.

"Ellie just found out it's only dark behind these rocks."

"Oh." Nobody could see Robbie's grin, but both David and Rebecca could hear it.

"Guys!" Rebecca felt a little solidarity with Ellie was in order.

"So this is where you're all hiding." B's voice came from the rock above David and Rebecca.

"Hi B." David looked up past Rebecca's hair. B was butt-nekkid and bathed in the same moonlight that had startled Ellie.

Rebecca rolled off David, further into the shadows under the rock, her natural modesty prompting her to seek cover.

"I've been looking for you. The happy couple are about to leave." Without waiting for a response, B bounced off her rock and was gone, presumably back up the beach.

* * * * *

Eric carried his bride onto the 'Honey B' and set sail on their honeymoon by moonlight. Along the dock, their friends and family, half in PJs, half naked, cheered and waved as the boat eased away from its berth with the happy couple sharing the wheel. There was one final surprise as the mainsail unfurled: It was emblazoned with the slogan "Just Married". That got another cheer.

As the yacht got out of earshot, if not out of sight, the wedding guests drifted back to the beach and their various flavours of debauchery. Robbie, Ellie, David and Rebecca snuck away from the beach, back to the bungalow.

Many of the guests were actually billeted on the beach, in huts built just for this occasion though, given the luxury of their furnishings, 'hut' is perhaps a misleading word. Robbie had got one of the few main bungalow rooms because of his navigation issues and David had made it into the bungalow as Best Man. When they got back there, they found it deserted.

Nobody wanted to go to bed just yet. Probably nobody wanted to split up their little group after their adventure on the beach. Instead, they gathered in the family room and David raided the bar for a bottle of champagne and four glasses.

"Is this a private party or can we join you?" Meg was stood in the doorway with Parry a step behind her.

"Hi Meg." David wasn't surprised to see them. "Hi Parry. Champagne?" He went for more glasses without waiting for an answer.

"Thanks David." Meg gravitated to the third sofa, arranging herself decorously on it with Parry's arm around her. In any other household, the fact his hand immediately cupped one breast might have seemed incongruous. Here, it barely got noticed. Barely...

Rebecca noticed. She was always alert around her boss, since Meg had made it clear she wanted to bed her PA. Rebecca hadn't had to fend off any unwelcome advances since hooking up with David but she often caught Meg glancing down her blouse. Clearly her boss still wanted her.

And, if there had been any doubt in Rebecca's mind, Meg dispelled it with the look she gave Rebecca as Parry tweaked her nipple.

"I think today went well." David handed Meg and Parry full glasses then joined Rebecca, drawing her into a good snuggling position under his protective arm. He knew Meg made her tense and figured it was time to be all manly and protective.

"It was all perfect." Meg opined. "Did you have fun down the beach?" Coming out of the blue like that, she caught them all by surprise.

"Meg." Parry admonished quietly. "Don't tease the children."

"But Darling," Meg spoke to Parry but loud enough to include everyone. "I just want them to be happy." She probably really didn't need any more champagne. Meg was just a little bit inebriated.

"Yes dear." Parry's eyes delivered an apology around the room.

Ellie was the first to answer. "News travels fast on this island." She'd never expected it to stay secret but she also hadn't expected the gossip to go around so quickly, what with everything else going on on that beach. Who had time to gossip?

"It does when B catches you in flagrante." Parry offered.

"We weren't in flagrante." Rebecca's voice was a little too loud. She was blushing all the way to her bosom too.

"We had been, but B was too late." David said. "Ouch." Rebecca's elbow punctuated his statement.

"Well, its probably a good thing. People were starting to worry you might feel besieged by our wanton ways." Parry illustrated his point by slipping his hand inside Meg's nightdress to tweak her nipple more directly.

"Because we don't run around naked and fuck anything with a heartbeat?" Rebecca's anger got the better of her.

David cringed at the outburst. He knew how Rebecca felt about Eric's lifestyle but he'd hoped to get through this weekend without their usual conversations about it.

"Oh dear!" Meg pushed away from Parry, stood and crossed the room to kneel beside Rebecca. "Have we made you feel that uncomfortable? I'm so sorry." She took Rebecca's hand in both of hers, encountering resistance but ignoring it. This was Meg in full mother-mode.

"It's just..." Rebecca couldn't quite find the right words.

"It's not about sex, Rebecca. It's about freedom and respect. Everyone here... including those hedonists scaring the turtles on the beach right now... believes in freedom of choice. If your choice is to stay monogamous... we all respect that. Heavens! That was my choice for so many years. Parry was my first and only lover until... B." she almost said Helen but that information was still on a need to know basis.

"It doesn't feel all right." Rebecca had gone from all out anger to defensive. "I always feel like the odd one out."

"Why?" Meg guessed she already knew but it would do Rebecca good to have to name her demons.

"Because I can't be like you... all of you... I can't..." she started to cry. David drew her closer and kissed her hair, making soothing noises. He just wanted to take her to their room and cuddle her until she fell asleep but Ellie had something to say.

"You're not the only one." Ellie had everyone's attention. She went on. "But, Rebecca? Meg's right about respect. I've felt nothing but welcome and..." She squeezed Robbie's hand for moral support. "This evening... On the beach... was the first time I've ever done anything even remotely like that."

"Really?" Rebecca sniffled. She found it hard to imagine that Ellie was being entirely truthful.

"Really... But it was fun... wasn't it?" Ellie asked a loaded question.

"...Yes." Rebecca grudgingly admitted.

"I'd been kind of hoping it wasn't over but..." Ellie had been secretly fantasizing about reprising their adventure and now seemed a good time to raise the issue.

"Darling?" Parry got Meg's attention. "We should leave the kids to work it out for themselves." he got up and offered her a hand to help her off her knees.

"Yes dear." Meg took her cue from him. "Goodnight all."

"Goodnight."

"'Night."

"Good night."

"Sweet dreams."

* * * * *

"D'you think they're OK?" Robbie asked. He and Ellie were getting ready for bed. David had taken Rebecca to their room as soon as Parry and Meg had left.

"I'm sure they'll be fine. Toothbrush." Ellie passed Robbie his brush, already loaded with toothpaste. It was easier to rely on her than to learn his way around an unfamiliar bathroom.

"Thanksh."

"I have to say... I can relate more to Helen and B after tonight though. I mean... I see why they're so 'out there'. It really was kinda hot... having and audience."

"Really?"

"Don't get your hopes up..." Ellie knew Robbie had a past with B... and Kelsey... and what he was thinking might happen, was never going to happen. "All I'm saying is... If David and Rebecca are OK with it, I'd do what we did again." She stood and flushed.

"Maybe we should go and check on them? Rebecca was very stressed out. Maybe a massage would help her relax?" He made it sound like such an innocent question.

"Or maybe you should offer your long-suffering girlfriend a nice, relaxing massage to help her to relax?"

"Just how relaxed do you want to be?" Robbie grinned and flexed his fingers. A couple of knuckles cracked loudly.

"Very, very relaxed... at least twice." Ellie took the massage oil in one hand and Robbie in the other, all but dragging him into the bedroom.




Happily Ever After



* * * * *

"Pinch me... Ow!"

"You did ask me to."

"I did, but I didn't mean that hard, or anywhere that sensitive."

"Why did you want to be pinched at all?"

"To see if I'm dreaming."

"And?"

"I think I'm really awake. So this... all this... is really real."

"It's real. I'm real. You're real. That wedding ring is real."

"It is, isn't it?" Kelsey admired her ring, fingers spread and arm held out. It gleamed in the moonlight.

"And this..." Eric paused to touch her swollen belly. "This is as real as anything ever gets." He spent a lot of time touching Kelsey's baby bump. It was pretty clear he was looking forward to fatherhood.

"I love you." Kelsey's hand pressed his more firmly over her navel.

"I love you." He kissed her. It lingered a long time. Long enough for Kelsey to slowly fall backwards, held by Eric's free arm, onto the padded seats around the bimini. "and I love you." Eric whispered to the taut dome of Kelsey's bare belly as he eased his way down her body.

Kelsey giggled coquettishly at his overt sentimentality, then sighed as his mouth found it's spiritual home, between her thighs.

The sail flapped noisily in the wind as the boat drifted with nobody at the helm. The newly-weds ignored it, lost in each other.

* * * * *

"Oh my god... Oh yes... YES!"

"Shh... You'll wake the kids."

"They're not asleep... oh my... They're doing what you're doing... only not... as well... Oh god!"

"You like that?"

"Yes... Now shut up and fuck me... Please!"

Parry shut up and, spurred on by Meg's very direct request, upped his game, putting on a spurt of energy that took Meg's breath away. His gaze fell on the juncture of their bodies and his glistening cock sliding in and out of Meg's waxed smooth, stretched labia. It was a sight he never tired of: Meg's ass in the air and his manhood buried in her quivering pussy. He'd thought all those years of gentle missionary sex had been good but now he knew better.

He gazed with unashamed lust at her tiny, puckered anus and thrust harder, bumping into Meg's cervix with each forceful stroke, making her gasp as she writhed on the bed, impaled on him. He let go of one of her hips to press the ball of his thumb to her sphincter.

Meg didn't like anal sex. She'd been persuaded to try it once and decided 'never again'. Parry, she said, would just have to content himself with his daughter's ass, or B's or Kelsey's. It wasn't a bad compromise.

She didn't mind what Parry was doing now though - massaging and caressing her ass -- because it always turned him on so much and, truth to tell, she rather enjoyed non-penetrative anal play.

Parry had been Meg's first lover. He'd been her only lover too, until comparatively recent times. All those years that he'd enjoyed her exclusively, he'd contented himself with her suburban, picket fence boundaries and made gentle, heartfelt love to her because that was what she wanted. Then Eric came to town. Ok, so Helen was really to blame but Eric was the first man to go where only Parry had gone before. And away went that picket fence morality.

Parry had always loved Meg but now he got to show her that love in so many ways he'd never thought he'd be able to share with her. Like right now, taking her hard and fast from behind, feeling totally dominant with her whimpering into the pillow and so submissively offering her body to him.

His cock throbbed as he watched his own thumb circling her butt hole, making it contract reflexively. He steamed into her with all the strength he could muster, wanting her to cry pax, wanting her to not be able to take the full force of his lust.

Meg could take it though. She screamed in exultation as her climax washed through her, making her seize Parry's cock deep inside her vagina. Parry had been waiting for just this moment. The pressure of his thumb on her ass increased sharply and the tight ring of muscle yielded. With a suddenness that took Meg by surprise, her husband's thumb was deep in her anus. He didn't miss a stroke, forcing his hardness harder into her hot body, using that thumb grip for balance in a perverted parody of a rodeo rider. Her climax just kept rolling on, surging back through her senses every time it appeared about to wane, until Meg was barely conscious. There was nothing left but the delirium and ecstasy as she yielded to Parry's total and utter dominion over her.

And darkness.

Meg's senses followed her consciousness into oblivion.

Slowly... Slowly...

The world came back for her. It was vague but familiar. She could still feel Parry deep inside her, but he'd stopped moving and the loudest thing in the room was his laboured breathing. Then something was moving. Not Parry but... Yes, it was Parry. Parry's thumb at least.

Parry had been concerned when Meg went limp, but not too concerned. It wasn't the first time she'd passed out during sex... not even the first time she'd passed out during sex with him... but he hadn't wanted to carry on fucking her because he didn't want her to miss his climax and, anyway, unconscious pussy is boring.

Meg softly broke the silence, with a resignation borne of long contemplation of this moment and with a hint of pleading because she really did want to be entirely his... "If you're ever going to do it to me... do it now."

In the past, Parry might have said "Are you sure?" In the past, but not now. He eased his thumb and his cock out together, leaving Meg's pussy gaping for a moment. He took that moment to watch her muscles contract back, closing her vagina, then he pressed the slick, cum covered head of his cock to her ass and urged his hips forward.

It wasn't their first try at anal, but the one previous attempt had been short-lived and quickly curtailed. This time, Meg was resolved to endure, even if it wasn't comfortable. Parry couldn't last long Anyway... Surely. She took a deep breath as she felt his cock touch her ass then forced herself to relax. There was a moment of almost unbearable pressure then, as sudden as his thumb, his penis was several inches inside her rectum, his hands gripping her hips for support.

"Slowly." She'd seen how excited Parry could get over anal and she wanted him to remember he was in virgin territory.

Meg needn't have worried. If she'd spent a long time thinking about this, Parry had spent a lot longer. He'd fantasized about this moment for decades. He took her with the deliberate gentleness he'd taken her hymen with so many years before. He wanted the moment to last. He wanted the moment to be memorable. He wanted it to go on forever. Meg's ass was the tightest place his cock had ever been and he was finally balls deep in it. He eased back and thrust slowly in again, letting Meg get used to the intrusion. Soon, she relaxed more and it got easier for both of them: Easier for him to thrust in and easier for her to take it. By tiny increments, he quickened his thrusts, looking for the comfortable limit of Meg's endurance.

He didn't find it. This was too long anticipated to last long. Parry's orgasm would wait no longer. He sprayed the contents of his balls up into her bowels with a triumphant roar.

* * * * *

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing doesn't make you cry."

"It's just.... me being silly."

"Silly doesn't make you cry either."

"Are you?...."

"Am I what?"

"Are you bored of me?"

"No...." David pulled Rebecca's face gently up to meet his mouth. He kissed her firmly before asking, "Why would I be bored of you?" He guessed he knew the answer but he played dumb.

"Because."

"Ooooh! Because! That makes things so much clearer." His sarcasm was offset by his boyish grin.

"Because I'm not like them!" Rebecca almost spat the words at him. She was definitely not going to let him mock her.

"No, you're not like them... But you are a lot like you. Which, incidentally, is why I'm here and not there." He tried for levity again.

"So you don't want Ellie or B or Helen?" So that was who 'them' was tonight.

"Ellie's with Robbie. Even if I did want to bed her, I'd never do that to a fraternity brother. B and Helen? Been there, done that, got the pin. Call me crazy but I get a kick out of having the mysterious girl that nobody but me has seen naked.... Ok, so Ellie's seen you too, but she won't tell."

"Really?"

"Really. Rebecca, it's not a secret in this crowd that Meg made a play for you. Not knowing what's so special about you is driving the rumour monkeys crazy." He was grinning like Alice's cat now.

"There's nothing special about me."

"You say."

"Ok, Mr Smartypants. Tell me what's so special about me."

"I don't have to wait in line for my turn." He reached between her legs, encountering no resistance as he massaged the cotton of her pants against the velvet of her labia.

"Gross!" Despite herself, Rebecca cracked a smile.

"And then there's your finger."

"My finger?" Rebecca was truly puzzled by that. Sure, her finger had played poke-the-prostate a few times with David but she was pretty sure that Helen and B wouldn't baulk at such intimacies.

"This finger." He lifted her own left hand up between them and suggestively stroked one small digit as if he was hoping it would get longer if he excited it enough.

"This finger?" Rebecca folded the others into her palm, leaving just her middle finger pointing at the ceiling, giving David the bird.

David seized the impudent finger between his lips, sucking hard on it . It was the moment he'd been waiting for. While Rebecca's attention was on his mouth, he reached under the pillows and retrieved.... Let's not spoil the surprise.

"Your finger..." He gave it another quick suck. "This finger right here, is just the right size."

"The right size?" Rebecca guessed he meant the right size for sticking up his ass, but she was willing to play along. He was doing a good job of cheering her up and if that ended up with her finger in his ass, that was OK by her.

"The right size for this." He slipped the ring onto her saliva-slick finger. It was a pretty good fit.

Rebecca's mouth moved but there was silence. She was definitely not expecting that tonight.

"Rebecca?... Rebecca, Darling. Will you spend the rest of your life arguing over décor colors and new drapes with me? Will you find out all my bad habits and try to change them, but still put up with me when you find you can't?"

"Yes." Rebecca had often imagined being proposed to. It had generally involved less words and a more direct question but David was doing just fine. She was crying again but it didn't matter.

"Good. Let's get married."

"Yes." The force with which she hit him, tipped David onto his back with Rebecca on top of him. Her mouth was pressed against his and her tongue darted past his teeth. David went with it. Rebecca didn't often take the lead but he always enjoyed those rare occasions when she did.

With him pinned down, she broke off their kiss almost as suddenly as it had started.

"Just one little thing." She flipped him the bird. The ring gleamed. "This is the wrong finger."

"Oops." David's apologetic grin earned him instant forgiveness.

Rebecca allowed her head to be drawn back down until their mouths met once more.

* * * * *

"Is that a shooting star?"

"No. It'll be a satellite passing over."

"I wonder if it can see us."

"Probably not."

"But some satellites can, can't they? Or is that just in movies?"

"Some can, but most satellites aren't for that. That one could be bouncing phone calls across the planet or just telling us where we are."

"I don't want to know where we are. I want to be lost at sea with you."

"Shoo!" Eric waved at the twinkling dot of the satellite. "There! It's going away now." He turned over to take a closer look at his bride. Kelsey was smiling indulgently at him.

"You're crazy, but I love you."

"I'm crazy? You're the one who married the AntiFeminist."

"You're supposed to say you love me too."

"I love you two."

"I don't believe you." Kelsey idly circled one of his nipples with a fingernail.

"I'll prove it." Eric raised himself and settled between her thighs. They spread to accommodate him and he took his weight on his arms to avoid squashing Kelsey's big belly. His penis nudged at her bottom until Kelsey's fingers guided it to the right spot.

"Go on then. Make me believe you." She'd already been made love to for over an hour and was still very sticky. Eric had made her come three times before he filled her with his warm seed. His earlier libation now lubricated his route back into her body.

Slow but unstoppable, like continental drift, Eric's cock slid deeper and deeper into her until he pressed gently against her cervix. He rested a moment then eased back a couple of inches only to slide in again. His eyes held hers, making sure he wasn't hurting her. She just sighed with the inestimable pleasure of being so completely filled. She'd never doubted Eric's love and never would. But if proof were needed... which it wasn't... then that proof would be the look of absolute adoration on his face right now. That couldn't be mistaken for lust.

Reaching behind his head, Kelsey pulled Eric down until their lips met.

There lovemaking was an adagio; two bodies moving with sensual deliberation against each other. The stars wheeling overhead seemed positively frenetic by comparison. This was the most gentle intercourse either of them had ever experienced and neither of them seemed inclined to hurry things along. Kisses lingered for minutes and caresses, light as the breath of angels, drifted glacially over erogenous zones, precipitating sighs and moans of mutual ecstasy.

Eric made his case well, refuting Kelsey's tremulous response to his very pertinent arguments and concluding his defence with the irrefutable evidence of his love, which oozed warmly between their cooling bodies as they rolled onto their sides, still coupled.

Kelsey never felt Eric leave her. She drifted off to sleep with him still deep inside her body.

Eric eased out of her embrace and lifted her gently off the deck. Kelsey murmured something incoherent as he carried her below to their cabin and laid her on the bed, covering her with a light sheet.

He left her alone for the few minutes it took to secure the errant sails, check that they weren't actually lost at sea and set the rather clever auto pilot to hold their position until morning. That done, Eric joined his bride in bed and, shortly thereafter, in the Land of Nod.

* * * * *

Bodies littered the moonlit beach. Their revels ended, most had not made it to their beach huts, eschewing the luxury they offered in favour of the simple comfort of white sand, stars overhead and the surfsong lullaby of the waves.

Helen and B lay face to face, sandwiched between a couple of Phi Kappa Delta's finest. The young men were products of B's social development program and would soon end up working for Parry. Many fraternity brethren had been flown in for the wedding, some as waiters, some as guests. These two had been here as Escorts to the Pantheon, namely B and Helen. It was their prize for graduating top of their classes and bringing academic honour to Phi Kappa Delta.

The young men were fast asleep, but B and Helen were still wide awake, communing through intimate touch and meaning-laden glances.

"What?" Helen became aware she no longer had B's undivided attention. Her lover was watching something in the distance.

"Aunt Tittie." B explained.

"So? She's a night owl."

"She's naked." B elaborated.

"Really?" Helen sat up so she could turn to see this for herself. Titania was the oldest person at the wedding and, although she was used to the casual debauchery of Eric's household, she had always maintained her sense of decorum. She had finally been persuaded to pose for Eric, for a study titled The Fallen Caryatid, but that was the one and only time she'd shed any clothes. That is, until now.

"Hi Auntie" B kept her voice low to avoid waking the boys. Tittie had noticed Helen sitting up and had come straight to them.

"Hasn't this been fun?" Tittie gazed at the naked bodies all around her and spoke as if she'd actually been part of the orgy. "It takes me back to the 60's." Then she seemed to notice that the girls were looking at her naked body. "I dressed like this a lot back then." her tone was wistful.

"Is that why you're in your skin? Old times sake?" Helen was never very diplomatic.

"No child. I'm going for a swim and I didn't pack a bathing suit."

"You should wear skin more often Auntie." B suggested.

"Nobody wants to see my skin, child." Tittie actually sounded like she was speaking to a child. "Not when they can look at you two instead." She looked down at her own breasts, small but so old even they had sagged. Her pubic hair was silver grey too and unkempt. The moonlight did make the silver in it shine but it wasn't much compensation for such long lost youth and vitality.

"Well I do." B said, getting to her feet and hugging the old lady gently but firmly, skin to skin from knees to neck. "A swim sounds like a good idea. May I join you?"

"Why not?"

"Helen?" B extended a hand and an invitation.

"Not for me, thanks. I'm too tired."

"We won't be long." B turned away and took Aunt Tittie's hand instead. Together, the two women walked down to the waves.

* * * * *

The water was cold at first but refreshing. B dared to follow Titania's example and plunged in, experiencing the shock of the chill all over at once. She surfaced with goosebumps everywhere and nipples as hard as bullets.

"Whoo whee!" She exclaimed, brushing wet hair back from her face.

"I used to bath in the ocean every morning when I lived in California." Auntie was having the same goosebumps. "But the Atlantic is too cold. I miss it."

"Well I'm glad this water's cold." B reached out and playfully tweaked one of Tittie's nipples. Old as she was, they'd reacted just as obviously as B's.

"Last time somebody did that, you weren't even born." Auntie looked suddenly terribly sad. Maybe it was the dimness of the moonlight but the shadows on her face seemed so forlorn.

"Oh, Auntie." B felt for the old woman. She moved closer, chest high in the cold sea, embracing Titania again and gently, ever so gently, kissing her. It wasn't a passionate kiss; B wasn't coming on to her, just sharing what she could of herself.  

"Thank you." Titania murmured as their lips parted. "Time was... I'd have been the one kissing you."

"So kiss me." B barely breathed against Titania's lips.

It wasn't the most ardent kiss B had experienced, not even the most ardent she'd had tonight, but it hinted at something... Long banked fires in Titania's past were stirring and B felt it.

B made a decision. She reached behind her, disengaging one of Titania's arms from it's embrace and guiding the old lady's hand between her legs. "Would you wash me, please?" B gave Titania her most innocent look. It always aroused older men, she could only hope it worked on older women too. After all, Titania had made no secret of her sapphic preference.

Titania moved her fingers against B's sex, hesitantly. It had been so long and she'd never expected to do this sort of thing again. Now, here she was, cupping the vagina of the girl from that picture over her mantelpiece. She'd never told anyone but B's pictures and the daydreams they engendered had given Titania her first reason to touch herself in many years.

B reached out under the water and touched the springy mat of pubic hair that protected Titania's sex. In moments, her fingers curled against Titania's labia, just as the woman was touching her.

"Yes?" B asked... actually asked for permission.

"Yes." Titania husked. So long... so, so long...

Their mouths met. Their fingers moved. Locked in each other's embrace, the two women shared an intimate embrace in the cool, dark water.




Happily Ever After



This is the sixth installment of an ongoing series. Please refer to Wrestling on the Third Date, Hiking With Nicole, Waiting for Alice, I'll Take the Uglier One, and Naked Oil Wrestling (in that order) for what came before.




Within three months we were all living together in Nicole's new house. My lease was almost up, anyway, so I moved in with my few belongings a week after Nicole did. Alice was able to sublet her apartment easily enough and joined us a couple of weeks later. I was a little worried that actually living together was going to ruin what we had. I mean, before, when the three of us would get together we barely had enough time for the sex before we all had to go back to our lives. Living together was going to bring a new dynamic to our relationships, waking up together every morning, having our meals together, encroaching on our personal space, sharing bills and chores, and all of the other things that led to the ruination of my marriage. To my great relief everything went surprisingly well.

When my daughter was there we were like a normal family. Meals at the dining room table, toys strewn across the floor all over the house, Disney DVDs on the television. The rest of the time... well...

We sat down, the three of us, the day that Alice moved in, and had a meeting. Officially we were going to go over the chores, the bills, etc., but we had all that figured out within fifteen minutes. We agreed to vote on every major decision, and anything could pass with a two vote majority. What we were really interested in talking about was the sexual ground rules. For most of the time Nicole and I were going to share the master bedroom, and Alice was going to have the second bedroom, but I think we all knew it wasn't necessarily going to be that way all the time.

"If Fred's not in the mood one night you and Alice can switch places. If I'm not in the mood one night," Nicole said, and Alice and I smirked at each other. Nicole was insatiable. Neither of us could picture that actually happening. "You two can be together. But if all three of us want to be together," Nicole continued, "We know that my bed is big enough."

"To spice things up a little," Nicole added, "When it's just the three of us, I think it would be fun to require that all chores be done... naked."

Alice and I looked at each other again. Nicole was the exhibitionist. I was a voyeur. Alice tended towards being a dominatrix. I don't think either of us minded mandatory naked time when it was just us around, but I suddenly pictured all of our neighbors with binoculars trying to get a glimpse of a naked Nicole vacuuming. "Okay," I said, looking at Alice to verify that she wasn't going to protest, "But I can be dressed when I mow the lawn, right?" Nicole nodded. "Then please try to keep the blinds closed when you're doing your chores, okay?"

"Oh no, you're not going to get possessive on me now, are you?" Nicole asked playfully.

"No," I said... "No. It's just... I don't know..."

"Fred!" Nicole shouted to shut me up. "I'm quite happy with the both of you. I'm not going to be standing in the window with my tits hanging out trying to seduce the mailman, and I don't need to show myself to other people to get off. This will be just for us. I think it will be fun."

"Okay," I said, thinking to myself that I would never not have an erection again. Then again, ever since my first sexual encounter with Nicole almost a year ago, I had had almost a continuous hard-on. Nicole was still talking about when we should be naked. We should be naked when we cook. We should be naked when we watch television. We should be naked when we read. I finally had to stop her. "I appreciate the fact that you want us all to be naked, all the time," I said, "But it's a little too much. How about we just be naked when we want to be?" 

"I'm sorry," Nicole said, "I just want us living together to be fun and erotic."

"It will be, I promise," I said. Nobody else had anything to add, but all of the talk of being naked made us horny, so we skipped helping Alice unpack and went straight to the master bedroom.

I didn't think that the "naked chores" thing was going to do much for me, until the first time I actually saw Nicole doing chores, naked. I wandered into the master bathroom and there she was, scrubbing the tub, naked. Her ass was in the air, wiggling back and forth with the effort. Before I even knew what I was doing I had my pants around my ankles and my cock in my hand. I watched her work for a minute or so, stroking myself, until Nicole happened to take a peek and see me standing there. I could see her smile, and slide a hand down below herself to rub her pussy.

It was all the invitation that I needed. I closed the distance and grabbed her hips, burying my cock into her pussy in one stroke. Nicole gasped and I grunted, and I started fucking her for all I was worth. I was rarely aggressive, but it did feel good to just step up and take charge once in a while. 

This had all the makings of a "quickie," so within a couple of minutes I was shooting my load into Nicole. Nicole cried out as her orgasm was triggered by me coming inside her. She turned to me when it was over. "I love you," she said.

"I love you too," I replied, and then Nicole turned back and continued to clean the tub, our combined juices slowly dribbling down her thigh.

We moved in during the winter, and it turned out that in the spring we all had milestone birthdays to celebrate. First Nicole's 35th, then Alice's 30th, then my 40th all came within two months of each other. It seemed like every weekend there was another huge birthday party with somebody's family and friends. All of the parties were at our house. Our friends and families all got a turn at seeing how we lived. Our friends, especially those that knew or guessed what was really going on were eager for details about who did what, where, and to whom. When I was being grilled I would only smile and change the subject.

The first time I mowed the yard in the spring both Nicole and Alice decided to have a little fun with me. Our little yard was fenced in and surrounded by trees, so it did afford us some privacy. Knowing Nicole that was a major reason why she chose this house in the first place. My mind wandered as I pushed the mower around the yard, thinking about what outdoor adventures we might have in the privacy of our own backyard, as long as we didn't draw any attention to ourselves.

Movement in one of the windows of the house caught my attention, and I turned to see Nicole and Alice were both standing in front of our large bedroom windows. When they saw that they had finally gotten my attention, they both pulled their shirts up and flashed me their tits, pressing them up against the glass for good measure. I stared at the show they were putting on, and then furtively glanced around, wondering if there was a chance anybody else could see them. No, there was no way anybody could see into our bedroom windows from anywhere but our yard. I looked back down to try to regain my bearings. Where had I already been and where was I going? I looked back at the windows and only saw Alice standing by her window. She was blowing kisses and swaying her hips seductively. Suddenly Nicole appeared behind Alice and lifted her shirt from behind her, baring her breasts to me again. Nicole began kissing Alice's neck and fondling her breasts from behind. At that point I gave up all hope of being able to mow the yard in a quick and orderly fashion, and just hoped that as I wandered around the yard aimlessly while staring up at the show that was being put on for me, that I did somehow manage to cut all of the grass.

Alice's shirt was completely off now, and Nicole's hands were in her pants. Alice leaned forward and pressed her breasts against the window again, simultaneously pressing her butt backwards and into Nicole's crotch. Alice motioned to me with her hand, the universal sign for "whip it out."

I looked around again. Our yard was fenced in, surrounded by a white picket fence six feet high. Trees ringed the sides of the house, obscuring our view of the houses on either side of us, and hopefully their view of us. Behind us was all woods. I was wearing sweatpants, and I would have to pull them down, at least a little, to get to my prick. Back in the window I could see Nicole's face beside Alice's. She was a little more insistent. She banged on the glass and I could see her mouth the words "whip it out!"

With a sigh I turned the lawn mower so that I was directly facing the window and pulled my sweatpants and underwear down my hips. I only pulled them down as far as I had to in order to get access to my dick comfortably. It was enough for Nicole and Alice, though. They were shouting encouragement to me that was loud enough to hear, even through the window and over the roar of the idling lawn mower.

I took hold of myself and began stroking. In the window Nicole was pulling Alice's pants down, leaving her completely naked. Nicole turned Alice around and pressed her against the window, bent over and spread eagled, so that her naked ass and pussy were visible up against the window. Nicole stood beside her and began to finger her aggressively, causing Alice to grind her ass against the window. I stood watching them twenty feet from the window and continued stroking myself, feeling like a dirty old voyeur.

Alice was now undressing Nicole, pulling her top over her head and her pants down her legs. She pressed Nicole forward against the glass, her breasts against the window, and reached around from behind her and began to stroke her pussy. I furtively glanced around again, still wondering if somewhere, somehow someone was watching us. Pushing the thought away again, I increased my stroking and felt my orgasm start to build.

Nicole was cumming now, right up against the window. Her cheek was pressed up against the glass as well as her breasts, her breath fogging up the window by her face. The sight was enough to push me over the edge, and I turned to the side away from the lawn mower and shot my load onto the grass, grunting as I came. When it was over I turned back to the window to see Nicole and Alice cheering, jumping up and down, their breasts bouncing. They each blew me a kiss and disappeared, and I was left to pull up my pants and try to finish mowing the yard.

As far as our careers went, Nicole and I had regular nine to five office jobs and fairly normal schedules. On the other hand, Alice was in pharmaceutical sales and had a crazy schedule. She was frequently traveling, and as time went on I began to realize I missed her when she was gone. She was no longer my girlfriend's lover, she was mine, too. Still, when Alice was away, Nicole and I were a perfectly happy couple.

I came home from work one evening while Alice was away, and Nicole was already home. We usually got home at more or less the same time, but it was obvious Nicole had gotten home from work early and not told me about it.

"You're home!" Nicole squealed, and came charging out from the kitchen to greet me at the door. I was shocked to see her dressed like a 50's housewife, like Donna Reed or something. She had wrapped a scarf around her head, holding up her long brown hair. She wore a conservative white blouse and a huge poodle skirt. Her waist looked smaller than usual and her bust looked bigger than usual. I guessed that she was wearing some kind of corset under her clothes. Also, she rarely wore makeup, especially around the house, but she had caked on foundation, and rouge, and eye shadow, and mascara. I immediately realized she was role playing, and even though she looked gorgeous, I couldn't help but laugh at how she had dolled herself up. 

Nicole wasn't going to let my laughter get in the way of whatever she had planned. She kissed me on the lips, chastely, barely even touching me, but shutting me up effectively. "How was your day?" Nicole asked. "Let me take your hat and coat."

When she said that I started to worry for her sanity a little bit, because I wasn't wearing either. Still, she pantomimed taking off an invisible hat from my head and coat from around my shoulders, and placing them on an imaginary coat rack by the door. "Here, let me loosen your tie, dear," she continued, pretending to undo a tie that I wasn't wearing. My office was business casual, and she knew it. "Take your shoes off," she said, and to my surprise knelt down in front of me and helped me pull off my dress shoes. As I lifted up my leg so that she could pull off my shoe, Nicole subtly ran her hand along the inside of my thigh. I jumped at little at the touch, not sure what to expect from the situation I suddenly found myself in. Nicole looked up at me and grinned her mischievous, sexy grin. I could sense her telling me, just go along with this, you're going to enjoy it.

Nicole took my shoes and placed them by the door. "I've got your slippers and paper all ready for you, by your favorite chair," Nicole said. "Sit down; dinner will be ready in five minutes. I made meat loaf." She gave me another quick peck on the cheek, and then hurried out of the living room. I watched her go, incredulous, and then wandered over to my recliner where my slippers were laid out exactly where my feet would be. A newspaper sat on the coffee table. Nicole really went all out. We didn't have a newspaper delivered, nor did I read one. Usually when I got home from work I changed immediately and went on the computer or browsed the internet on my phone. I didn't want to disappoint Nicole, though, so I stayed in my work clothes, sat in my recliner, slid my feet into my slippers, and started idly flipping through the newspaper.

Dinner was indeed ready in five minutes. "Dinner's ready," Nicole called out from the kitchen, and a few seconds later she carried out the steaming dish and set it down on the dining room table. I found that the dining room table was already set, and sat myself down in one of the chairs. Nicole helped me slide my chair in, and stuffed a napkin into my neckline to cover my shirt. She gave me a long, lingering kiss, and then cut a chunk of meat loaf and put it on my plate. I was afraid she was going to cut my food for me, too, but she let me handle that myself, at least. I wasn't used to being doted on, but I tried to enjoy it.

Nicole barely ate, probably continuing to play along with the housewife persona, and with it the impression that they did all of the cooking and cleaning and hardly ate to keep their girlish figures. Instead she chattered on nearly all through dinner. She talked about a soap opera that she watched, conversations she had with her friends, all trivial, superficial things. Nicole was an intelligent, worldly person, and I didn't particularly like this superficial airhead she was pretending to be.

When dinner was over, she shooed me out of the dining room instead of letting me help clean up. "Go smoke your pipe and watch your favorite show," she said.

"Good lord, you didn't get me a pipe to smoke too, did you?" I asked.

"Just go relax, darling," Nicole said serenely as she cleared the dining room table.

I wandered back into the living room and turned on the television. I looked around for a pipe, but was somewhat relieved that I didn't find one. I didn't smoke and wasn't about to start just to help make Nicole's fantasy a little more realistic. There was a big, important hockey game on that evening, so I settled in to watch it, in my usual position, sitting forward on the recliner chair, so I could be as close to the action as possible. All the while I could hear Nicole cleaning up in the kitchen. She was breaking her own rules by not taking her clothes off, I mused, but she was obviously not done with her role playing yet.

Eventually she emerged from the kitchen. "Are you comfortable?" She asked. "Can I get you anything?"

"I'm fine, thanks," I said.

Nicole pulled the handkerchief off of her head and let her long brown hair fall across her shoulders. She sat down on the couch beside me and reached down to pull off her heels. I took note of the black stockings she was wearing underneath her poodle skirt. "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do for you, darling?" She asked.

I could start to see where we were going with this. She was trying to be the perfect little submissive housewife and let me do whatever I wanted to her. Strangely enough, in our three person dynamic, I was probably the most submissive of all of us. I wasn't submissive in the BDSM sense; it was just that I was happy to be told what to do sexually. And although I call Alice a dominatrix, there really wasn't very much BDSM activity going on. Alice just thrived when she was in charge. She got off on it. When it was just me and Nicole, I usually let Nicole decide what we did and how we did it, because she was the more creative and aggressive of the two of us. However, here was Nicole taking on this submissive role and looking to me to tell her what I wanted of her. Well, what did I want? I asked myself. I had had a long day at work. I kind of just wanted to sit and watch the hockey game. "I'm fine, thanks," I said again, afraid that I was disappointing her but not really confident enough that I could play the role she was hoping I would play.

"Oh, darling," she said theatrically, and I turned to look at her, afraid that I had upset her. "You've had a rough day," she continued, jumping off of the couch and around behind my recliner. "You need a massage." She grabbed hold of my shoulders and began to rub and knead them. It was, honestly, probably exactly what I needed from her right then, and I took a deep breath and leaned back in the recliner. She continued to rub my neck and shoulders with her strong and talented fingers for five or ten minutes, until I felt like all of the tension had left my body. "Is that better?" Nicole asked, and slowly slid her hands down over my chest and down to my stomach. If I wasn't going to be aggressive, she was going to seduce me. I could feel myself growing hard as her hands approached my waist, but they stopped.

"Yes, thank you," I said, "Much better." And I meant it.

"Oh, but you're still tense!" Nicole cried, and rushed around to the front of the recliner. She paused to push her long brown hair back behind her shoulders. "Let me make it all better," she said. Without another word she knelt down between my legs and began to undo my belt. I looked down at her, and she grinned at me, the wonderfully dirty smile that she had. Nicole undid my pants, and slid her hand into my underwear, pulling my swelling cock out. "I know I'm a good Christian housewife, but I read in Cosmo that this is the best way to please your husband," Nicole said, and this time I did manage not to laugh out loud, but just barely. Nicole was about the furthest thing from a 'good Christian housewife' that I could imagine. She was, of course, bi-sexual, and otherwise sexually adventurous. She was career-minded, swore like a sailor, and had two small tattoos, and only had that few because I kept talking her out of getting more. I liked her smooth, unblemished skin, and I didn't want there to be less of it. "I only hope the girls in the knitting club don't find out about it," Nicole continued, taking my cock in her hand and stroking it, "Although I bet that slut Betty Wilson does it for her husband all the time."

That line made me laugh out loud. I decided to play along with her. "Now sweetie," I said, "Don't go gossiping about your neighbors. That's not very Christian."

"I know," Nicole said, "But sometimes... sometimes I just want to be so... bad. Would you like me to be bad?" She asked seductively.

In order to play the role Nicole wanted me to play, I had to think not as myself, the middle-aged divorced pervert, but as the wholesome young 50's husband to her 'good Christian housewife.' I struggled to think about how somebody who grew up sexually repressed in that era might respond. "Suh... suh... sweetie," I stammered, as she lowered her head toward my cock, "What are you doing?"




Happily Ever After



"Don't worry," Nicole said, "Just relax. You're going to enjoy this." She put her mouth on my cock and began to lick and suck it.

"Ahh..." I said. And I meant it. "That Jimmy Wilson is a lucky man," I mumbled.

Nicole laughed. It came out as a bit of a snort with my cock in her mouth. She quickly pulled it out and passed it off as a giggle. "Oh darling," she said, "I feel like such a dirty girl." She paused to give my dick a lick. "I also read about women who touch themselves... down there," she said the last two words in a whisper, as though she was ashamed to even think of such a thing. "Do you think I should try that too?"

Again, I wracked my brain to try to come up with the appropriate response for my 'character.' "That would be breaking a commandment," I said sternly. "Masturbation is a sin."

"Oh, they're not going to send me to hell if I do it, just this once, will they?" Nicole asked, still in her sweet housewife voice. She stood up, blocking my view of the important hockey game that I hadn't even noticed for several minutes. She started to hike up her skirt. I watched her stocking covered legs come into view, the stocking tops on her thighs, and the garters attached to the garter belt around her hips. She had the 50's style down pat, except for the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties. And, of course, that her pussy was completely shaved. I could see it glistening with her juices. She must have really been turned on by all of this.

Nicole made a show of looking under her dress. "Oh my," she said innocently, "Did I forget to wear my Wednesday panties?" I was staring at her crotch. She noticed me looking. "We always do it under the covers with the lights off," Nicole said, "Have you never seen a woman's privates before?" I shook my head no. "Let me show you," Nicole said, taking the hand not holding up her skirt and spreading her pussy lips for me. "That's where you stick your big, hard penis in me every night," she said, opening her pussy wide. "And this," she continued, placing her fingers on her clitoris, "Cosmo said that touching this can make me... orgasm." She said the last word in a whisper; as if she was afraid Jesus would hear her. "Mmm..." she moaned, rubbing her hand along her clitoris and pussy lips, "This does feel good."

Nicole slid back to her knees in front of me, her hand still underneath her skirt. She took hold of my hard cock with her other hand. "Would you like me to keep touching myself... down there... while I give you a... blow job?" She asked.

"If you must," I said, trying to sound dismissive and authoritative but probably sounding like a pretentious asshole, "But you should go straight to confession afterward." I winced after I said that. I grew up without religion, and I wasn't sure that it was the Christians that did confession. Was it the Catholics? Was there a difference?

If I was wrong Nicole glossed over it. "Oh, thank you darling!" Nicole said, and then gasped. "This feels so good." She lowered her head back onto my lap and resumed my blow job. She gasped again. "Being touched like this feels so good... I want you to touch me like this... every night!" Nicole said in between licking my penis like an ice cream cone.

Nicole was certainly giving the blow job not as a timid housewife who had never given one before, but as someone who had given me, at least, countless blow jobs already. I leaned back in the recliner and let her do her thing, listening to the hockey game with my eyes closed, occasionally hearing the sounds of the blow job, or of her skirt as she explored herself with her fingers.

"Ugh," Nicole suddenly moaned, "I'm such a bad girl. I'm touching myself and sucking on you... but it feels so good... it feels so... oh my God!" She cried out as she orgasmed, then took my cock back into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth as she fingered herself through her orgasm.

"Mmm..." she moaned as her orgasm subsided, "I'm a bad girl..." she mumbled... "I'm a... I'm a dirty girl..." she said as she brought the hand that was under her skirt up to her eyes. I could see that they were wet. "I want to taste how dirty I am," Nicole said, and slid her fingers into her mouth. "Mmm..." she said, raising her fingers to my lips, "Taste."

I took her fingers into my mouth, tasting her. "Yes, darling," I said, unable to come up with anything else to say.

"I want to be dirty," Nicole said in between licking my cock, "I want to be the dirtiest slut in town. I want you to cum all over my face."

I felt my cock twitch when she said that. I went back to my pretentious asshole voice. "Are you sure sweetie?" I asked.

"Yes, darling," she said, "Ruin my makeup. Ruin my hairdo. Ruin my clothes. Cum all over me." She took my cock, which was fully hard and slick with her saliva, and began stroking vigorously.

I felt my orgasm building. "I'm gonna cum," I warned her. Nicole stayed in place, the tip of my cock pointing right at her chin. "Do it," Nicole said, "Do it for me."

My hips started bucking, and with it the recliner started rocking back and forth. Suddenly neither of us had any idea where my cum was going to go. I felt the first spasm, and saw a spurt of cum fly into the air and land on Nicole's forehead. It was dead center, right over the bridge of her nose. What a shot. A second spurt landed on her chin. I collapsed back into the recliner as my orgasm subsided. When I came back to my senses I was aware that Nicole was rubbing my cum all over her face, ruining her makeup.

"I'm a dirty slut," Nicole mumbled, "I'm a dirty, dirty slut." She certainly looked like a mess; her face was now covered in cum and smeared makeup. She reached behind herself and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and then stepping out of it. She undid the buttons on her blouse, and then pulled it off. She was now standing in front of me in her black stockings, garters, and corset. She started to undo her corset, and I was glad that she did it herself, because it looked like the most complicated piece of clothing I had ever seen, and far, far too complicated for me to help her with. Nicole got it off of herself without too much trouble, and started to fondle her C cup breasts.

"Cosmo said that I can get pleasure from my breasts, too," Nicole said. "Mmm... this feels good. Would you like to touch my breasts?" She didn't wait for a response from me. She climbed up into my lap in the recliner, straddling me, and thrust her chest at me. I obligingly took her breasts in my hands and started massaging them.

"Oh, darling," she moaned, "That feels so good. Would you like to kiss them too?" She pressed her chest against my face, and I took a breast in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple, which instantly grew hard. She started to grind her pelvis against mine, her bare shaved pussy against my cock which was still hard. Suddenly, either by accident or by design, I found myself inside her.

"Oh," Nicole gasped, "This is so dirty! We're making love outside the marital bed."

"Hah," I said to her nipple. Nicole got a rhythm going, rocking back and forth against me, using the rocking motion of the recliner to her advantage. I tried to pitch in at one point, bucking my hips against her, and threw the rhythm off. After that I just let Nicole do her thing.

The role playing really got Nicole going. She was more turned on than usual. She was grunting and moaning while she fucked me, and I sucked on her nipples. Within a few minutes she was cumming again. She was usually more or less in control of herself, but she started babbling as her orgasm hit. "Oh my God, I love you so much," she mumbled, "I want to have your baby."

I was startled. I waited for Nicole to say something else, but as her orgasm subsided she collapsed against me, nuzzling against my neck. She lay against me quietly for a while, while I was left to wonder if she meant anything she just said. Was it all part of her "character?" Was she so caught up in the moment she wasn't even aware of what she was saying?"

"Thank you," Nicole eventually whispered in my ear. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes," I replied, "Next time I'll be Captain Kirk and you can be a green-skinned Orion girl."

Nicole laughed. "Okay, deal," she said, and she climbed off of me to go clean herself up.

Nicole didn't bring up what she had said to me again, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Nicole had just turned 35. Was her 'biological clock' ticking? Did she secretly want to have a child and was afraid to come right out and tell me? I already had a daughter, and I was pretty vocal about not wanting any more children. What would happen if Nicole ever confronted me about wanting a child?

I kind of started wanting to talk to Alice about it, except I was rarely alone with Alice. When she was around it was always the three of us. Despite what Nicole had said when we moved in about me and Alice being together when Nicole wasn't in the mood, Nicole was never not in the mood. Even when Nicole had her period she would insist on sucking both of us off until we were both sore and her jaw ached.

As luck would have it, a few weeks later Nicole had to go out of town for a two day conference. Alice and I were going to be together without Nicole for the first time. Well, we weren't quite going to be alone. Nicole insisted that we wait for her to be back alone in her hotel room so that she could skype with us and watch.

Alice got home later than I did, so I made dinner that night. I made grilled barbecue chicken with rice. I wasn't a cook, but I was able to make edible food, at least. Alice got home and we ate. I'm not sure about Alice, but I felt Nicole's absence, like a void. Nicole was going to call when she was settled into her hotel room, but the call didn't come before we were finished with dinner. There was an air of expectancy, like there usually was when we were going to do something different. I'm not sure how Alice felt, but I was looking forward to having her all to myself for a night.

"Thank you for dinner," Alice said, and she kissed me, pressing her tall, voluptuous body against me, but we stopped there, waiting for Nicole's call.

We found ourselves sitting in the living room in front of the television, like a couple of awkward teenagers afraid to make the first move. We made small talk and watched TV. Finally the phone rang. Nicole was calling to tell us she was ready. We wandered into the bedroom and Alice set her laptop on the dresser across from the bed. She set up the chat with Nicole, and her face appeared on the screen.

"Wow, what a long day," Nicole said, "Full of meetings and presentations I could barely stay awake in! You didn't get started without me, did you?"

"No," Alice and I both said, glancing at each other.

"Good," Nicole said. Alice and I traded glances again. I was suddenly sheepish. I was a voyeur, not an exhibitionist. I felt a little self-conscious having Nicole watching me from a computer screen. I got the feeling that Alice felt the same way. "What are you guys shy or something?" Nicole asked, and I could see her eyes darting back and forth between us. "Okay, I'll get things started," she said, and she stood up in front of her laptop. She had already changed into a white fluffy hotel robe. She loosened the top and bared her breasts to the camera. "I was so turned on all day, just thinking about this," Nicole said, "During a break I ran to the bathroom and got myself off. I wasn't alone in the bathroom, either." She took one of her breasts in her hand and started fondling it, moving it close to the camera.

Alice and I looked at each other, knowing that while Nicole was busy sticking her boob in front of the camera she couldn't see us. I sensed that we were having the same conflicting thoughts. Yes, we wanted to be with each other. Yes, we both felt weird about being watched. I decided to take the initiative. I approached Alice slowly, and ran my hand along her cheek and neck. Alice smiled at me, and I kissed her, softly and tenderly.

"Good," Nicole said. I glanced at her, and she was back in her chair, her hands fondling her breasts. Alice and I kissed more passionately. I started to run my hands along her back and through her long blonde hair. 

Alice broke the kiss and moved her lips to my left ear, facing away from the camera. She probably wanted Nicole to think that she was kissing my neck and ear, but she was really whispering to me. "I've wanted you to myself for so long," Alice whispered, "Do we have to put on a show for Nicole or can we do what comes naturally?" She brought her lips to mine and kissed me again.

I brought my lips to Alice's ear and whispered, "I've wanted you too. We can do what we want. Nicole could get herself off watching us brush our teeth."

Alice laughed and quickly passed it off as a gasp. She turned to look at Nicole and I followed her gaze. She was still watching us and fondling her breasts. "You guys are so hot together," she said, "Start undressing."

Alice and I locked eyes again. It was a warm summer evening, and we had both changed out of our work clothes before dinner. I was in a t-shirt and shorts. Alice was wearing a simple top with spaghetti straps and shorts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were clearly visible through her top. We came together and kissed again, just to let Nicole know we weren't going to follow her orders. This was our night, and we were going to do what we wanted, when we wanted to. I felt Alice press herself against me. I could feel her hardened nipples against my chest and her hips against my hardening cock. Eventually I reached for her top and pulled it over her head.

I looked at Alice, now topless, her long blonde hair covering the tops of her D cup breasts. She was a beautiful woman, but to me she looked especially beautiful just then. Finally she was mine, and mine alone. I was suddenly aware that I was gazing at her intently, and she was smiling at me uncertainly. I smiled back at her, and then closed the distance and kissed her passionately, crushing her against me. We kissed for a while longer, and then Alice reached to pull my t-shirt over my head. We kissed again, and I slowly began to guide her toward the bed. We reached the edge and climbed up onto it, Alice sliding backwards with me on top of her until her head was on the pillows. We kissed some more while I lined my crotch up against hers. I ground my crotch into hers while I kissed her neck and shoulders. I moved down and began to kiss her breasts, kissing and licking my way to her nipple. I kissed and sucked on her nipple until it was hard. Alice gasped and ran her fingers through my short brown hair. She moved my head to her other breast and I obligingly sucked on that nipple until it was hard. She pulled my head back to hers and we kissed.

"This is a bad angle!" I heard Nicole shout from the laptop. "I can't see what you're doing!"

"Use your imagination!" I shouted back.

"Ugh, this is a bad porno," Nicole said, "I need more camera angles."

"No more complaining or else I'm going to turn my computer off," Alice said. We locked eyes; mere inches apart, and smiled. I started to kiss my way down her body again. I kissed and sucked on each nipple until it was hard, and then I started to kiss my way down her belly. When I had kissed my way to the top of her shorts, I took them and slowly began to pull them down, kissing her exposed skin as it appeared, inch by inch. Alice hadn't shaved recently. She basically had a five o'clock shadow around her pussy. I pulled her shorts off of her legs. She didn't bother to wear panties. I had her ankles propped up on my shoulders. I caressed her bare legs, and began to kiss my way down her right leg, from her ankle to her thigh. I skipped to her left thigh and kissed back to her ankle. I looked at Alice. She was watching me intently, her hands lightly touching her breasts.

"That's so hot," Nicole was saying from the computer. "I want to watch you go down on Alice."

I looked at Alice and she nodded at me. I had a flash of inspiration and moved to the side so that Nicole could see what I was doing. I gingerly kissed the prickly stubble around her pussy. I slid a finger along Alice's pussy and clit, causing her to moan. I put my mouth on her clitoris and began to lick and suck at the hardened nub. Alice gasped. I slid a finger into her wet pussy and began to slide it in and out.

A sound caught my attention, and I stopped what I was doing to look at Nicole. She was cumming, hunched over her laptop, her face right by the camera. I could see by the movement of her arm that she was frigging herself like mad. "Oh my God," she gasped, "I love watching you two."

Nicole always made fun of me when I would get off quickly watching her and Alice together. "Already?" I asked.

"Unlike you, I'm just getting warmed up," Nicole retorted, standing and pulling her robe off of her, so that she was now naked. The camera was pointing towards her belly button, but I could clearly see her pussy. She slid her finger along her engorged lips. "See how wet I am?" I heard her ask.

It was only an 18 inch screen, so you couldn't really see that much detail, but I humored her. "Yes," I said, and turned my attention back to Alice. I slid my finger back inside her and resumed licking her clitoris. Alice reached for my shorts and began tugging on them. I stopped what I was doing so that I could pull the rest of my clothes off, my 7 inch erection springing free.

"I want to see my friend," Nicole called from the computer, "Bring him to me."

I glanced at Alice, and then climbed off the bed and over to the dresser. Just like with Nicole the laptop camera was pointed more or less at my belly button, but I'm sure she got a good look at my cock.

Nicole opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, "Put it here," she said, "Put it right here."

I playfully took hold of myself and gave it a couple of strokes. Nicole stuck out her tongue again, as though I was going to shoot cum onto it from 500 miles away. We were both laughing. Suddenly I felt Alice's hands on me, pulling me back towards the bed. "Sorry honey," she said to Nicole, "He's all mine tonight."

I fell backward onto the bed and Alice was beside me, taking my cock in her hand and stroking it. She leaned down and gave it a couple of licks. Then she did something new. She took her large D cup breasts in her hands and leaned over until they were on either side of my cock. She began to slide them along the sides of my cock.

"Oh my God," I gasped, "That feels so good."

"Fuck him!" I heard Nicole shout. "Fuck him with your tits!"

Alice and I locked eyes again. "I want you inside me," she said, and reached over to the nightstand for a condom. Alice wasn't on any kind of birth control. She handed it to me and I unwrapped it and put it on. 

"Ride him!" Nicole shouted. "No... take her doggy style... ugh!" Just like that Nicole was orgasming again, her wild dirty imagination running away with her.

Alice lay back on the bed and I climbed on top of her. I kissed her as I lined my cock up against her pussy. I slid it along her clitoris a couple of times, and then pushed it slowly into her pussy. Alice gasped when I slid it all the way in. "Go slow," she said, "I want to feel everything." I obliged, pulling completely out of her and then slowly sliding myself all the way back in. "Ahh..." Alice sighed, "I can feel every inch of you."

I kissed Alice as I continued our slow fuck. In... and... out... in... and... out. The rhythm was almost hypnotic, and I started to lose track of time. Nicole was conspicuously quiet, and I wondered if we were boring her. When I was all the way inside Alice I started to wriggle my hips, trying to get just that little bit more inside of her. She began to wriggle her hips back against me. After a while I stayed all the way inside of her, moving back and forth in tiny increments, focusing on sliding the tip of my penis along the back walls of her pussy.




Happily Ever After



I must have done something right, because suddenly Alice gasped. "Oh yeah, that's the spot," she moaned. "Right there... keep doing that... oh yeah... that feels so good." She started to buck her hips against me, and I kept concentrating on what I was doing. "Ugh!" Alice shouted. "Ugh... ugh... ugh... oh my God... oh yes... ugh..." She was bucking her hips wildly, and it was all I could do to keep myself inside her. Finally she fell back against the bed. "Oh my God," she whispered, "I never came like that before."

I reached up to brush a lock of her blonde hair out of her face, and I kissed her. I resumed fucking her, faster now, sliding my cock in and out of her. Alice gasped. "That feels so good," she said. "Fuck me hard now."

I picked up the pace. Feeling Alice cum really got me turned on. I could feel my orgasm building. "Ugh," I grunted, "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum inside me," Alice said, and wrapped her legs around me to keep me in place. I grunted as my orgasm hit, and I shot load after load of cum into the condom buried in her pussy. It must've gone on for thirty seconds. I felt Alice buck her hips as my orgasm triggered an aftershock. I finally collapsed against her, spent.

"Oh yeah!" I heard Nicole shout theatrically. "That was great, even if I had to stare at Fred's ass the whole time." We all laughed. "Well guys," Nicole said, "I've had a long day. I'm gonna sign off and get some rest. I want a full report of anything else you guys do when I get back. I love you guys!"

"I love you too," Alice and I both said, but we were staring at each other. Our stare went on and on. Finally Alice broke the stare to look at the laptop screen. "Okay, she's gone," Alice said. She nudged my shoulder. I slid my withering penis out of her and moved into a sitting position beside her. She sat up, facing me. "I love you Fred." She said.

I was startled, but I didn't hesitate. "I love you Alice," I replied.

She smiled and then she looked down. "Here's the thing," she said, tracing little circles on the sheet in front of her, "I want to have a child someday."

I could feel my whole body deflate. I had told Nicole and Alice both enough times that I didn't want more children. I was worried that this day would come, that either Nicole or Alice would confront me about wanting children of their own. This was it. This was the moment of truth. This was the ultimatum. My head was spinning.

"Hear me out, Fred," Alice said. "It's not going to be anything like it was with your ex-wife. The three of us would never have the financial problems you had. Even if I took time off to be with the baby there would still be two incomes. There would always be an extra hand around to help take care of the baby. I'm asking you to please consider it."

"What about Nicole?" I asked. "What if she doesn't want to be a part of it?"

"I haven't talked to her yet," Alice replied, "I thought that I should talk to you first, since you were the most important one to convince. She never talked to me about wanting children. You two have never talked about it?"

"Well... no... not really," I said, although I remembered the incident a few weeks ago when Nicole had mumbled about wanting to have my baby in the throes of passion. I told Alice about it.

"So maybe she does," Alice said, "I think that if she does then she should go first."

That really set my mind reeling. Now we were talking about two children. I'd have three children altogether... all with different mothers. If things didn't work out with either of them in the long run it would mean more child support... more visitation schedules. I felt like my life was spinning out of control. I couldn't even say anything. I just stared at Alice, completely speechless.

"It's only fair," Alice continued, "She's older. I have plenty of time."

Of course, that made perfectly good sense, I thought to myself, except the whole idea was madness. Pure madness. Sheer and utter madness.

Alice kept talking, "As much as I enjoy our wild, experimental sexual exploits," she said, "There's more to life than sex. I want to have a family. Your daughter. Our children. It may sound crazy, and I'm sure it will seem crazy to most people, but I believe we could make it work."

Alice was being calm and rational and making a lot of sense to me. To my surprise, I could start to feel my resolve weakening. I loved Alice, and she was right. We couldn't go on like this forever, as much as the dirty pervert inside me would like to. I thought about why the thought of having more children scared me so much. I knew exactly why having children didn't work out for me the first time. My lazy ex-wife used our child as an excuse to quit work, even though I couldn't afford our lifestyle on my own. We eventually went broke and she divorced me. Alice was right. It wouldn't be like that this time. I had a second chance to get things right.

Alice was staring at me. She had been doing all of the talking, and was probably getting worried that I wasn't saying anything. Finally I smiled at her uncertainly. "I think we should talk to Nicole before we get too carried away," I finally said, "But yes, I think you're right, about everything."

Alice threw her arms around me and kissed me. Tears were in her eyes. "You'll see," Alice said. "Everything will be fine."

And it was. It wasn't always wonderful, but we got through it together. Five years later I was a father of four. My daughter from my marriage was nine. My daughter with Nicole was four, and Alice and I were welcoming to the world our twin boys. 




I feel like we've reached the end of this particular saga, and I think we can leave Fred, Nicole, and Alice to their happily ever after. I intend to keep working on other ideas, so please feel free to offer any feedback. Thank you for reading these stories! 



Happily Ever After



"I don't know that I am strong."

"You are. I see it when I look at you. At how you have rebuilt your life."

"Mr. Ford…"

"Jack." He corrected softly.

"Okay. Jack. I am not as strong as you think I am."

"Well, I have to disagree. I don't know all the details…"

"You know that I killed a man." She was blunt as she said it. "I took a life…"

"To save your own." Unable to stop himself, he reached for her hand, holding it gently as she blinked aside a rush of tears. "It was you or him. I understand that much."

"And you don't condemn my actions?"

"Not in the least. As I said, I respect you. Admire you."

"Really?"

"You have picked up the pieces of your life to build something for yourself, and I think that is an amazing thing, Salina, and as it so happens, I think you are a remarkable woman that could very easily inspire others to not give up." Her hand in his felt so right and so warm…he desperately wanted to tug her into his arms, just to hold her…just for a moment, he wanted to feel her next to him, but he resisted as she smiled up at him and in that instant, he felt something between them shift…it was quite and subtle and unspoken, but a bond was formed in that moment and Jack silently gave thanks for it, assuring himself that it was a good first step.

"That is a very kind thing to say." Clearing her throat, she pulled her hand from his and used it to brush at her tears before she could shed them.

"I mean it. In fact, I am glad you came in here tonight."

"What is that?"

"Because I would like you to do something for me."

"What?"

"I would like for you to meet with Nina Lewis." It was an idea he had mentioned to his father, who had told him that it made sense…Nina was quite and terrified and still hesitant in trusting Jack, as he was a man. "I am trying to work with her, to make her feel comfortable but I think there is a chance she will relate to you better. I think she may open up to you."

"Of course. I would be more than willing to talk to her."

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I can't say that talking about my past is a thrill for me, but if I can help someone else, I am willing to do it." For Nina. And for Jack. But she couldn't bring herself to say that.

"I will set up a meeting then." His eyes found her again…he wanted so much to tell her all he felt…he wanted to open up and confess his feelings and his hopes, but he held back, as he had already figured out that he would have to take it one step at a time with Salina.

She had come to him, willingly, to talk to him for the first time, but she was still more than a little skittish…she had been hurt far too much and far too badly to simply trust without proof that her trust was well placed…he had a long road to travel to really reach Salina, but he knew she was more than worth it as she left his office that night and the following day, he let her know that he had set up a meeting with Nina. In his office. She felt safe there, to a certain extent…it was at least one place where the media could not hound her…she was very afraid of what would be written and how her boyfriend's family would use the press to punish her, if the legal system failed to do so and Salina's heart shattered the first time she saw the girl face to face, sitting in Jack's office, looking small and defeated with tears a seemingly permanent fixture in her wide, brown eyes.

A petite girl with a soft voice, Nina was clearly terrified…shy…unsure…Salina found it an easy thing to relate to her, to understand the fear and pain she felt as she shared her own very tragic story, aware that Jack listened, as she had assured him it was okay that he stayed in the room with them. If Nina opened up more, he needed to hear what she said. It might aid with the case…he tried to remain objective for that reason alone, but listening to Salina, as she laid out the dark details of her own life was nearly too much for him…he wanted to cry for her and along with her. He wanted to make her father pay. He wanted to turn back time, so he could place himself in a position that would have allowed him to have been the one to kill Carl for her…having admitted to himself that he was in love with Salina made it nearly unbearable to picture how much she had suffered…how she had endured broken bones…bruises…forced sex that Carl had believed he had a right to take even when she tried to refuse him…wanting to be able to for a bond with Nina, Salina held nothing back and in return, Nina opened up herself, revealing facts and details she had yet to share with Jack.

Via the conversation with Salina, he discovered that the family of Nina's boyfriend had known he was abusive…his mother had tried to get him help…it was key information that Jack was glad to have. He knew he could use it in his efforts to keep Nina out of jail, where he didn't feel she belonged…she had suffered enough as far as he was concerned…he became almost obsessed with helping her, admitting to himself that in his own way, he wanted to do for someone what so few had done for Salina when she needed it.

In the end, allowing Salina to comfort Nina turned out to be a wise move, as she did all she could for the girl in an emotional sense while Jack worked endless hours to gave all the charges dropped. It was truly a challenge. The family of the deceased wanted someone to go to jail…they wanted to believe their son had been a good man…but at Jack's encouragement, the mother finally admitted that she knew what was going on all along and after a three and a half month ordeal, Nina was allowed to go completely free. She had her life back…a life that, as Salina explained, she would have to rebuild…she warned the girl that it would not be easy for her and understanding that, understanding that she needed a fresh start, Nina made the decision to move to Tampa, to be with her sister.

Salina and Jack both drove her to the airport, to see her off, and afterwards, as they drove back to the office, they talked openly about the case, with each confessing their relief that it was over.

"I think she will be okay in time." Salina said, staring out the window as they set in late afternoon traffic.

"I am sure she will be. I have to say it seems you have done okay for yourself."

"I like to think I have, at least." She smiled as she glanced at him.

"I do have a question for you, though." He was careful to keep his tone casual, he did not want to frighten her, or offend her, but there was something he had wanted to know and suddenly felt he had to ask.

"By all means. I think you have the right."

"Why is that."

She lifted her shoulders and turned her eyes back to the window. "After all you heard me tell Nina, you pretty much know everything about my past." It troubled her, to an extent to have him party to such dark knowledge, but it was done…he knew all she had endured and faced and what she had done to finally escape and there was no changing it.

"I do know about your past, and because I do, I have wondered if you think you will ever be in a relationship again." He knew for a fact that she had not even considered the idea before, she had confessed as much to Nina, but he was curious as another traffic light turned red, bringing them to a standstill.

"I don't think that will happen." She sounded serious and a little sad as she said it.

"Why not? I mean, I hope you know that not all men are like Carl."

"Oh, I know that." She waved a hand to dismiss the notion, still not looking at him.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Of course. I know that not all men are abusive."

"Yet I hear an unspoken but in there." 

At that, she turned to look at him, almost smiling, but it was still sad. "I know most men are not like Carl. I know there are decent men in the world." She was sitting right next to one, she thought, but couldn't bring herself to say…Jack was the most amazing man she had ever known and working with him, to help Nina, had only confirmed for her that he was kind and gentle…tender and good natured.

"But…"

"But those men, those who are not like Carl, have a right to…well, they have a right to a lot more than I can give them."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I don't believe in fairy tales, Jack." Her eyes sought his. "I know there are a lot of people who can understand my past, understand that I had to do what I did in order to save myself, but that does not mean a man wants someone who has the kind of history that I happen to have."

"Salina…"

But she shook her head. "I know the baggage I have. I know my scars. I know what I can and can not give…I guess I know that it would be unfair for me to expect a man to accept my past and love me unconditionally."

"If love isn't unconditional, it isn't really love."

"Maybe." 

"There is no maybe about it."

"The point is, I would never ask anyone to deal with my past…I know that there isn't a romantic happy ending in the cards for me."

"No prince?"

"There can't be. I am hardly a princess."

"I think you are wrong about that, sweetheart." Tossing aside caution, wanting for her to see herself as he saw her, he reached for her hand and held it, just as he had the night in his office, when she had first come to talk to him.

"Jack…"

"I think any man in his right mind would adore you because you are a beautiful, smart, amazing woman who has faced hell but survived it and is stronger because if it."

"I am not all of those things."

"You are. Trust me. I know you are."

"Carl use to…" Shaking her head, she lowered her eyes.

"Whatever Carl use to do, whatever he use to tell you, it was a lie, Salina, told to you by a vicious, evil, horrible man." 

"Logically, I know that."

"But he still haunts you." Jack whispered what she couldn't say herself.

"I don't think I will ever escape the memories."

"Maybe the key to escaping old memories is allowing yourself the chance to make new ones with someone who will love you the way Carl never did." He didn't even try to hide or battle back the emotions he was feeling as she looked up at him again with tear damp eyes that stole what was left of his heart. "You said you weren't a princess, but the fact is, you are, in more ways than you realize…you are incredible, Salina, and when I look at you, I see someone who is as close to perfection as any person could ever hope to be, sweetheart." 

"I wish I could believe that."

"I wish I could make you believe it."

"Jack…" His name came out as a plea…she was focused only on his eyes and what she saw there so bright and clear…it was impossible to believe…there seemed to be a pull between them, drawing them towards one another in a slow, sensual haze…and then a horn sounded behind them, blasting them apart, forcing Jack to realize that the traffic light had changed.

It took her a long moment, to shake her head clear…to get a handle on her emotions and desires…she felt unnerved for the rest of the day as she replayed their conversation again and again, finally deciding that she had to be reasonable…she had to be smart for Jack's sake, more than her own, which quite simply meant that any attraction between then, mutual or not, could never be acted on.

As much as it pained her, as much as she hated it, and as much as part of her wanted to test the connection she and Jack seemed to share, she knew the wise thing to do was just take a step back. Put some distance between Jack and herself. He made her feel safe and very at ease…he made her feel as if she could trust him…believe in him…she knew he was a man who would never hurt anyone as Carl had hurt her and she admitted to herself that his kind, gentle nature was one of the many things that she loved about him; she admitted to herself that what she felt for him was indeed love, to a degree she had not thought possible, and as much as it intrigued her, that she could feel such a thing, it frightened her as well, because she knew that Jack deserved more.

Forcing herself to return to a state of avoiding him was not easy…she had grown to enjoy their conversations…the serious ones as well as the ones laced with laughter…it was hard to not allow herself to be pulled to him, but she did it nonetheless, a fact that Jack noticed, and tried to accept, telling himself it would be temporary. She needed space. Distance. He knew it had frightened her, how close they had become…she was unsure of herself and him and he told himself that he would back off…for a time, at least…he was certain the standoff would not last long, until weeks bled into first one month, then a second, and into a third, leaving Jack feeling close to desperate.

On edge, afraid that Salina would emotionally retreat so far that he would never be able to reach her, he finally went to Hank, to ask his advise…he explained to his father how close he and Salina had become, and how she had been pulling away, after he had allowed her to see a hint of what he felt for her.

"Do you think she is afraid of me?" It was what he feared most and it nearly killed him, to even ask, as paced Hank's office.

"Hardly. I think she is more afraid for you."

"Which means?"

"Son, I have seen the way Salina looks at you, and I know, for fact, that she feel just as strongly for you as you feel for her." 

"You think so?" He paused to look at Hank.

"She cares for you, and because she does, she thinks you deserve better than what she sees herself…" 

"That is insane." But he knew it was true.

"I agree. But it's the truth. She has a lot of hurt she is still carrying."

"I know and I…I want to help her with that."

"Then you have to make her realize how much she means to you, and you have to do it before she pulls away from you completely." It was the best advise he could offer. "Look, the reality here is, Salina is afraid that she isn't what you need, and you have to make her realize that she is not only what you need, but what you want." He had to be gentle about it still, but the time had come to force her hand…waiting wasn't working…distance only allowed her time to convince herself that she was doing the right thing, in pushing him away; time wasn't on his side, when it came to Salina…he needed to act and do it quickly and with Hank's urging, he decided to use the upcoming party the firm was hosting for a retiring attorney as his chance to lay it all on the line once and for all…

Of course, having made that decision and maintaining the nerve to go through with it differed greatly…standing at the bar, watching Salina as she moved through the crowd, Jack realized again that he was about to take a major risk and it terrified him more than he wanted to fathom as he looked at her. He knew he could blow it. He knew she could run. She could, he knew, bolt…but he flat out refused to consider it as he set his drink aside, drew in a breath, and made his way towards her, knowing he had to sneak up on her unexpected, or she would turn and move away from him.

Easing up behind her, as she spoke to a follow co-worker, he placed a gently hand on her waist, to get her attention and her eyes were wide with surprise as she turned, to look up at him and he smiled easily.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if I might have a moment." He said it softly, as she opened her mouth, clearly longing to refuse, but finding that she did not have a logical excuse as the woman she had been speaking to smile and moved away.

"I was actually going to find your father…I needed to talk to him…"

"He's busy at the moment."

"Oh…" She glanced almost anxiously around them.

"Face it, babe, no place to run." He caught her hand in his. "Five minutes. All I want is to talk to you for five minutes." He had far more than that in mind, but he didn't dare tell her, it would send her running for sure as she finally sighed and nodded slowly, granting him what permission he needed to work their way through the crowd.

Beyond anxious, almost afraid, and not at all certain that she could trust herself, she followed him, noting that he had an odd air about him that she was not sure how to read, as he lead her from the ballroom, to a long hallway that brought them to a small office that was seldom used.

Opening the door, Jack flipped on the light, as he ushered her inside…and in an instant she froze…the air in her lungs became trapped there…she was almost certain she was lost in a dream as she looked around the room, unable to believe it.

"Jack…" She could only whisper his name.

"What do you think?"

She could hear genuine concern for her approval in his voice as she looked around, taking in the countless vases of red and white and pink roses…there were hundreds of flowers it seemed…they were scattered about the floor…the desk…the leather sofa that set alone in the far corner as soft music played…the air was rich with a faint vanilla aroma…it was more than she could fathom as she stood there, mesmerized, as her gaze finally fell to the desk once more where she noticed, for the first time, a gigantic stuffed white horse.

"What on earth…" Her eyes wide, she turned to look at Jack.

"This is my ideal scene for a princess." 

"Jack…" She tried to shake her head, but he moved past her, and she turned, to look at him as he went to the desk, where he patted the stuffed horse on the head.

"I know, traditionally, the prince is suppose to ride up on a white horse, but the fact is, I have never been near a horse in my life, so I figured we could just go with a figurative sort of token…" He smiled with such ease that she couldn't help but return the gesture even as tears rushed to her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.

"I think the stuffed horse is lovely."

"Well, we have one more touch."

"And that would be?" She was too shocked to do anything but stare.

"From what I recall, in at least one story, the prince used a lost shoe to track down and hold on to his princess, but try as I might, I could not find a glass slipper."

"That would be a hard item to find."

"But we don't really need it, in this case, Salina." Pushing from the desk, he took a slow step towards her as she held his eyes with hers in a magnetic gaze. 

"Why is that?"

"We don't need a glass slipper, because I already know who my princess is and I don't need anything to confirm that for me."

"Don't…"

"I have to do this, Salina. I have to tell you what you mean to me."

Closing her eyes, she shook her head. "Please. This is wrong."

"Actually, I think this is right." 

His emotionally charged voice was so close she opened her eyes to find him standing before her…so close to her that she had to tilt her head back to look up at him as he smiled down at her tenderly.

"I don't have a glass slipper, and I don't need one, but I know in some stories, it takes just one kiss from the prince to wake up the princess." Slowly, gently, he lifted his hands to cup her face tenderly. "Let me kiss you…let me wake you up to what reality can be for you and me, if you will give us a chance." He used his thumbs to brush aside her tears as more formed, in her eyes…he could see that she wanted to resist what she was feeling, but obviously did not have the strength to do so and for that, Jack was most grateful as he slowly lowered his lips to claim hers in a tender but probing kiss.

His mouth was firm…his lips somehow soft…fire flared inside her at the simple contact as her arms lifted to circle his neck, allowing her to cling to him as she melted into him…into the kiss that did indeed seem to awaken her senses as Jack pulled her close to him, cradling her to his chest as she opened her mouth to his tongue that instantly, sensually, began a mating dance with his.

Tangling her hands in his hair, not wanting the moment to end, Salina turned herself over to the sensations…the needs…a dam inside her soul broke and all she felt flowed from her to Jack, leaving them both astounded and overwhelmed as he eased back from her, still gently cupping her face as he struggled to pull air into his lungs.




Happily Ever After



"Christ…" He half laughed as she sagged against him.

"I think that could wake up anyone…" Her words were muffled against his chest as he ran his hands down her back, his face buried in her sweet smelling hair.

"Glad to hear it. I have wanted to do that for so long."

"Have you?" She eased back and smiled up at him as he nodded.

"I have wanted to kiss you from the moment you walked into my office."

"I have…" Pausing, she shook her head. "I have tried to fight this, to tell myself that you have a right to so much more…" The tears returned and she stepped back from him, or would have, had Jack not caught her hands, to hold her in place.

"Listen to me." The words were firm. "I know about your past, about all you faced and overcame and I admire the hell out of you, lady, but beyond that, I happen to love you more than anything in this life." 

"Jack…"

"I mean it. I love you. I love you, Salina."

But she was shaking her head. "You deserve better."

"There is nothing and no one better than you."

"That isn't true."

"The hell it isn't, babe. You are my princess."

"I am being serious."

"So am I." He used her hands to tug her closer. "I am not Carl…"

"I know that…"

"I will never hurt you." Her attempt to cut him off went unnoticed. "I love you and I'm telling you now that I will spend the rest of my life telling you every damn day just how perfect you are to me, and maybe, in about forty or fifty years, it will finally, finally, dawn on you that I love you. I love you. I am not going anywhere. I am not running…"

"Jack…"

"If I have to fight every damn demon in your past, I will…"

"Jack…"

"I love you, Salina…"

"I love you too, Jack."

"I won't…" The words she had spoken finally hit him and he went still.

"I don't know if I will ever see myself the way that you see me, and I don't think I will ever fully fathom how someone as wonderful as you can love me, but I do know that I love you, Jack, and I can't deny that anymore." Despite her tears, she smiled, feeling suddenly free, inside herself. "You are an amazing man and I…I never really believed men like you existed, for me, at least, but I…I love you and more than you can know, I want you to be my prince…" Her emotions finally became too much…she could only look at him with eyes that reflected all she felt in the instant before he kissed her again, long and hard, holding nothing back…he kissed her with desperation and passion so intense it seemed all consuming as suddenly, she lifted her trembling fingers to work free his tie that quickly fell to the floor.

Frantic, on fire, half whispering his name, she attacked the buttons on his shirt while he found the zipper at the back of her dress…he realized he was trembling almost as badly as she was as he caught the metal clasp and tugged it down just as she pulled his shirt free from his pants, allowing her the blessed freedom to move her hands over his chest, 

"I want you, Salina." He pulled back to find her eyes. "I want you so damn badly, but I don't want you to feel rushed…I want this to be right…"

"This is right. I know that now. And I want you."

"Are you sure?"

Smiling, feeling suddenly confident and sure, she stepped back from him far enough to allow herself space to finish removing the stain dress…the thin straps slipped down her arms in a white waterfall that left her breast free…her stomach bare…no underpants covered the place where her alabaster thighs came together and Jack thought he might die as he stood there, staring at her. Devouring her. She was flawless. Perfect. Ivory silk skin…heavy breast…he had never seen more glorious breast capped with large, pretty pink nipples that stood at erect attention…he felt blood rushing to his already aching cock, causing it to swell against his pants as she held out a hand to him that he slowly accepted.

"I never thought I could want a man to touch me, Jack, but…" She smiled, shaking her head slowly. I want you. I love you." She trusted him…she knew she was safe with him and it made her perfectly at ease as he pulled her back into his arms, kissing her again, savoring the feel of her soft skin…the heat that radiated from her as they stood for a long moment, kissing and whispering gentle words to one another…his hands explored her back while she freely touched his chest, pushing the shirt from his shoulders.

His body was glorious…beautiful…hard and defined…she loved how his skin felt…taunt and hot…he felt masculine yet she didn't feel threatened or overpowered, even when he bent to slip an arm under the bend of her knees, allowing him the ability to easily left her against his chest where he simply held her for a moment as he kissed her again.

Her arms looped around his neck, she smiled against his lips as he held her. "I wonder if we should worry about anyone finding us…" It had just occurred to her that a party was still taking place in the building.

"The door is locked."

"You think of everything."

"I locked it to make sure you couldn't run from me until I had my say."

She stroked her hand along his cheek, feeling her heart swelling in her chest to the point she thought it might burst. "I will never run from you again." It was a gentle promise but one Jack knew she meant to keep as he smiled at her, whispering to her that he loved her, as he carried her across the room, to the sofa where he set her down against the cool, leather cushions that felt delicious against her warm skin as she looked up at him.

His eyes still on hers, Jack quietly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, allowing them to slid down his hips…he was still willing to bring their lovemaking to a halt, if she said the word, or if she appeared at all frightened, but there was only peace in her eyes…peace and the knowledge that her trust in him was well placed.

She was stunning as she laid there, her ivory skin appearing all the more flawless in contrast to the black leather…her hair falling free…her lips swollen…she looked just as he had always longed to see her, free from the past, consumed with her passions and her needs and it made him smile as she held her arms up and out to him, granting him the final permission to completely make her his.

Easing down onto his knees before her, not quite covering her body with his, he very gently brushed her hair back from her face, whispering her name, telling her that he loved her…adored her…he told her that she was his life as he kissed her again…his kissing her made her feel alive and on fire…free…the past was far away from her, part of another world where she was happy to leave it once and for all. It was over. It was done, the pain and the fear, she was a new person with Jack and it was that person she knew she wanted to be for life as she felt him slid a hand between her legs, to find her already wet with need for him…slick and wet and hot Salina heard herself gasp his name as he brushed his thumb over her clit, causing the little pleasure bead to swell and throb.

"Please…" She arched herself into his touch. "Jack…" It seemed he already knew how, and where to touch her…it seemed he knew her body by pure instinct as he slid two fingers into her, curling them as he thrust, pressing hard against a place so sensitive she instantly erupted, screaming out that she loved him as her cunt contracted around his fingers.

"Christ, Salina…" He looked into her glazed eyes.

"I have spent so many nights dreaming about you touching me…" Breathlessly, feeling on fire, quivering, she cupped his face in her hands.

"There is nothing I want more."

"Then please, just…I want you inside me…"

The words, the look in her eyes, it was nearly his undoing…holding back a moment more simply wasn't possible and he knew it as he kissed her again, devouring her mouth with his as he eased himself onto the sofa, sitting up so he could pull her onto his lap as she took his throbbing cock into her hands.

"Salina…" He closed his eyes and struggled for air.

"I love you." Sealing her lips to his, rising up slightly, she guided his thick, burning cock to her wet opening…he was all that mattered as she lowered herself…impelled her flesh on his slowly, taking him an inch at a time, until he filled her so completely that she gasped at the wildly wonderful sensation.

Her sex lips parted for him…made room…stretched to make delicious accommodation for him as she allowed her head to fall back, granting him access to her neck that he explored eagerly…his hands went to her breast, to cup the heavy mounds as ever so slowly, savoring the moment, Salina moved against him. With him. She gripped his shoulders, clinging to him in passionate desperation as she began to ride him…slowly…sensually…then with his hips lifting up high and hard to met hers, she increased the pace, whimpering one moment, half screaming the next as his cock stroked against her slick, wet walls, slamming into a place she had not known existed until Jack found it.

Nothing in her life, nothing in the dreams she had fathomed, had ever come close to preparing her for having Jack inside of her…real and hard inside of her…it was glorious…she could feel tears streaming down her face as her body again exploded and convulsed just as Jack's hands moved to grip her hips, eagerly holding her pressed against him as he cried out her name, chanting that he loved her.

Slick with sweat, her body liquefied and trembling, Salina held to him, pressing her head to his shoulder…she could feel her heart thundering in her chest…could hear Jack as he gasped in shallow breaths that matched her own as he ran his hands along her back, simply cradling her close. Holding her as if he would never let go. Could never let go…he held her as a man who had come close to drowning held to a blessed lifeline…her body next to his was the most amazing sensation and it seemed to merge their souls into one as she slowly lifted her head, to look down at him, smiling as she did, her face flushed.

Brushing a damp curl back from her face, he returned her smile, seeing in her eyes a peace that was new…a peace that was what he wanted her to know, with him, and in his arms, for a lifetime.

"Thank you." She whispered the words, feeling tears burning her eyes.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"For not giving up on me. For fighting for me. For fighting me for me."

"I would fight Satan himself for you, sweetheart."

"I think I believe that." Sitting there, with him still inside of her, their bodies still one, she knew she would never again have a problem believing any and everything he said to her…she knew he would never hurt her or lie to her or cause her a moments pain, simply because he was a good man, and because he loved her as much as she loved him.

"Can I ask you a question now, love?" 

Nodding, not trusting herself to speak, she held his eyes with hers.

"Well, I was just curious, do you believe that you are a princess now?"

"I know you make be feel like a princess." Her arms looped around his neck, she felt an undeniable contentment that made her heart swell as she kissed him gently. "I also know that, in you, I have found the perfect prince…a prince I know I can believe in and trust and love and always count on."

"Does that mean you believe in fairy tales now?"

"Oh, yeah, I am a big believer now in fairy tales." She was living one.

"Of course, you know what happens in a fairy tale when the prince finally manages to get his princess right where he wants her." His eyes and voice were gentle as he asked and she shook her head slowly.

"Why don't you tell me what happens?"

"Well, the prince and the princess live happily ever after."

Nodding, clearing her throat to battle back her raw emotions, she looked at him, safe and content and alive in his arms…his kiss really had saved her and she knew it as she touched his face, still in awe that he was real…that he was real and in love with her.

"Do you think that we…that we can live happily ever after?" Her voice was hopeful, as were her eyes as she looked down at him..

"Sweetheart, I think we already have a great start on happily ever after."

"I think I agree." Leaning forward, pressing her lips to his once more, she melted into him…into what they were together and always would be as Jack held her close, knowing he would never let her go again…knowing that he had been right to take the gamble of putting his feelings for Salina on the line, because the payoff was more than worth it…the fairy tale had ended just as it was meant to end, with his princess in his arms for life.