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When

By: RichardGerald



 I don't know why I wrote this the first line came to me and the story flowed from there. It is definite a love story, but a very odd one. There is no graphic sex because it does not fit the story. You can thank Vickietern for fixing most of my mistakes in spelling and grammar. 

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"When are you going to ask me to marry you?" Patty-Ann asked.

We were seated in the little coffee shop built into the foyer of the old library building. We were right at the center of the State University Campus. As she spoke, Patty-Ann reached over the table and placed her hands over mine. She gave me a deep loving look, the look she reserved for those occasions when I measured up to the level of devotion someone like Patty-Ann felt she deserved.

I am sure she had no doubt that I was merely hesitating on the brink of matrimony, fearing her refusal. This was her way of moving the ball forward. Giving that little push I obviously needed. After all, time was getting short. Final exams were in three weeks. It was the end of our senior year. We were both about to graduate, and absent a proposal we were due to go our separate ways.

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We had been dating since early in our junior year. Patty-Ann was a cheerleader. Now she was the head cheerleader. She was a raven haired beauty with deep green eyes. A girl of average height with an athlete's body due to endless years of cheer practice from grade school on up. She had curves that drove men crazy and a cute, girl-next-door, innocent face that enhanced her burning sexuality. Moreover, she came from a well-to-do family. Her father was one of those guys you see on TV selling cars out of a half dozen different dealerships. In short she was the girl that everyone wanted.

I was a nerd. Not your average nerd, I like to think. I'm tall, six foot two and I weigh two hundred pounds. I have relatively good looks, but I'm way too shy. I'm also what most people would call clumsy. I had dated a little before Patty-Ann decided that we should go out together. Our first date happened at the end of a class on romantic poetry. It was a good course and filled out a humanities requirement for me. Since Patty-Ann was in a teaching certificate program, she needed it as a requirement for her English concentration. 

"What you doing tonight?" she said.

"The usual - going to the computer center, hanging out with the guys," I said.

"I'll be at the Poorhouse at seven," she said giving me a smile and a little wave as she departed to her next class.

I'm not stupid. The Poorhouse was a college bar which was rather slack on checking IDs. She wanted to hook up with me there. The question was why? But I went anyway, half expecting some kind of gag. My experience was that cheerleaders do not go out with nerds. 

Patty-Ann had a reputation. It wasn't necessarily bad. She dated most of the prominent members of the University's sports teams. She was very democratic. She favored no particular sport and was liberal racially as well. She was not a party girl but attended a lot of parties. She had the general reputation of being a good date and certainly no tease.

After picking up Patty-Ann at the Poorhouse, we had a few drinks and danced a bit. As I said, I'm clumsy and I could tell my dancing skills disappointed her. At the end of the evening, walking her to her dorm, I still had no idea what the evening was about."

"I had a very good time, but I'm not sure why you hooked up with me," I said.

"Well, I had a wonderful time. You are interesting, as I knew you would be from listening to you in class. Is it so wrong for a girl to want to date a good looking and intelligent guy?" She raised her eyebrows in that challenging way she can. 

That night Patty-Ann gave me a smoking kiss good night, and from then on we kind of dated. We - or rather she - was not exclusive. She was busy many nights I wanted to go out. It's a big University, but a small world. I heard of and even saw her dates with many of the more prominent men on campus. However, over time she became busy less and less and we became closer and closer.

Sometime last year she began making out with me in a more serious way. The heavy petting soon led to mutual masturbation. But it froze there. This was a girl I was all but sure had bedded many of the athletes on campus, but she was firm about not going all the way with me.

"Sorry Greg, but I'm not ready yet. Do you understand honey?" she would say.

Yes, I did understand. The relationship she had with me was different. Something more, while sexually less, than all the others she had dated. We were somehow more serious, but I did not comprehend why. I found myself falling in love with Patty-Ann. It was not all or even mostly her looks. She had a lively personality that I enjoyed. She was smart, not in an academic sense but in a practical real world manner. In her personal relationships, she was extremely shrewd. I had to watch myself because she could manipulate anyone with no effort at all.

Being with Patty-Ann was the best time of my life. I am not a happy person naturally, but Patty-Ann was like finding Shangri-La. Yet like Robert Conway I remained suspicious. Something was not what it seemed. They say never look a gift horse in the mouth, but I did.

The subject of marriage came up naturally over the Christmas season of our senior year. We spent virtually every moment of the holiday together. I was at her home for a lavish Christmas Eve party and she came by my house for a Christmas day dinner. Her various girlfriends began receiving proposals over the holidays. Every time her cell phone rang it seemed another wedding was to be planned.

Each wedding was another bridesmaid or maid-of-honor gig for my Patty-Ann. Nothing was directly said, but the rings given were discussed. I got the full description of each ring and what she liked and disliked about each. The various prospective grooms and groomsmen found occasion to invite me out. These were not the kinds of guys I naturally hung out with. They used sports terms that were totally foreign to me and could not ever have understood my amusing stories about the workings of computer language. Still, they tried as I did, and they had good information to impart on where the best deals on engagement rings were to be found. 

Jerry was one of the prospective bridegrooms. He was engaged to Kelly, who was Patty-Ann's BFF. He was an All-American intercollege wrestler, shorter than me and lighter, the most nearly ordinary human of the group. Jerry and I became fairly close. He was intensely loyal to Kelly and, therefore, Patty-Ann. I decided he might provide me with what seemed the missing pieces.

"What do you think she sees in me?" I asked.

"Who?"

"Patty-Ann," I said.

He gave me a funny look and then started laughing.

"You can't be that stupid," he said.

"Maybe I am. Enlighten me."

"Well, she loves you. Frankly, that seems rather obvious."

"But why?"

All he could do was shrug. He must have said something to Kelly because the next time I got together with Patty-Ann she was not fooling around.

"Seriously now! I know I have said it before, but you do understand that I LOVE YOU!" she said.

"Yes, you say it, but it is a little hard to accept," I said.

This only frustrated her.

"You are a big dumb oaf, but you are my oaf and I love you."

This seemed to end the conversation as far as she was concerned.

Just before spring break Patty-Ann began ramping up the sexual pressure. The girl sure knew how to turn me on. She also knew how to leave a guy hanging. I could see this last was not something she enjoyed. She was no sadist, but she was working toward a goal. 

"Baby, I want you so much," she said.

"You got me, let me make you happy," I said.

"I need to know that we have a commitment," she said.

It was clear that to go further I had to propose. She said she wanted to. I just needed to say the words. They didn't come and we went on in this frustrating way. 

It was after spring break we were getting down to what might well be the final curtain on this rather odd play. I called her to go out Friday.

"SORRY, BUSY," she said.

"Saturday?"

"BUSY. See you next week."

Saturday, I got a call from Jerry to go out for drinks and he would not take no for an answer. The conversation that evening was about nothing in particular until we just happened to run into Patty-Ann on the arm of a tall black man. Jason Somes was a point guard, whatever that is, on the State U conference champion basketball team. He towered over Patty-Ann as they both said hi to me.

I guess I was supposed to do or say something, but I just smiled at them. As far as I was concerned I had been vindicated in my suspicions. Jerry was very solicitous and was full of helpful ideas for me to get Patty-Ann back.

"Why would I want her back?"

"Don't you love her?"

"Of course, I love her more than anything. Yet what does that mean? Should we be together? I don't think so. Look what happens the minute she does not get what she wants. She doesn't have to look hard to get whatever she wants elsewhere. Sorry, that's not a marriage. It's a time bomb waiting to go off. There is no Shangri-La," I said.

All Jerry could do was give me a funny look. After that he could not get away from me fast enough.

Two days later Patty-Ann called begged my forgiveness and swore that it was only a date. "I must have lost my mind. I was angry and I did something stupid. Please forgive me," she pleaded.

I did forgive her. Why not? It was only what she had done when we first dated and for all I knew many times since. This time she'd just made sure I saw it. I guess I was supposed to get jealous. I did get very jealous, but I was also resigned to the idea that as a couple we did not work. The choice was between livable pain now and unbearable pain later.

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"I'm not going to ask you to marry me," I said.

"WHAT!—Can I ask why?" she said

"I don't believe it would be in my best interest."

"Are you crazy? Where do you think you will find another girl like me?"

"Well, I won't, but if I do she won't be on the arm of a big dumb black jock a few weeks before she expects me to propose," I said.

"But that was just—and you forgave me."

"I did forgive you, but even though I love you I am not dumb enough to marry you."

With that, she began to cry and then fled the coffee bar. I was left with a room full of people staring at me like I was some kind of creep. Maybe they were right.

It was three days later I was coming across the Quad when I was backed against one of the benches by her girlfriend Kelly and two other cheerleader types.

"What is wrong with you? Are you some kind of stupid SOB to dump a girl who's fucking beautiful and way too good for you?—Not to mention crazy in love with your stupid ass?" said an irate Kelly.

"Look I agree with you, but to be frank about it I don't want some jock's leftovers." I realized as I said this that the words were too harsh.

It was as if I spit in Kelly's face. She folded her arms and I had the feeling that if it was her decision she would just as soon beat me to a pulp right there and then. She got control of herself and very calmly said, "The thing with Jason was a put up. If you had a brain in your head you would know that. Jason Soames is a good friend of Patty-Ann's. We asked him to escort her that night just so you could run into them. Jerry was in on it. He was to convince you that if you went to her and asked her to marry you she would come back to you. 

"I don't know how a stupid fiancé fucked it up, but it went wrong. If you don't believe me ask those two. We were all waiting outside in the parking lot. You were to come running out after Patty, but you never showed."

All I could do was sigh. Her silly admission was more or less what I expected, but they still didn't get it.

"Let me ask you a question Kelly. What makes Jason Soames, the NBA hopeful, such a good friend to Patty-Ann?"

"She's a cheerleader, they know each other."

"They ever date?"

"Once upon a time I guess."

"You think they shared a bed or maybe the back seat of a vehicle once upon a time?"

"Maybe, but not the night you saw them - that was strictly a put up favor between friends."

"You still don't get it. Your good friend Patty-Ann has had sex with many of the jocks like Jason on this campus. She was doing that until very recently, even while she dated me. Today you say she loves me, but what about her past? Why should I accept that?"

"You are crazy. You think a worthless nerd like you is going to get some virgin? You are one first class prick!"

"No, just a guy who doesn't want to be married to the campus slut."

The slap packed a good wallop when it came. For a woman and not a big one, she could sure hit. She immediately stalked off followed by the other two, who looked just as upset. 

I thought that would be the end of it. I had said things I didn't mean to Kelly. It was not the past I was worried about, but the future. I did not believe a leopard would change its spots. Patty-Ann had slept with too many well-endowed and well-built men to ever be satisfied with me. This current infatuation was just that, a passing affair. She was closing on graduation. Her friends were getting married. I knew she already had a teaching job lined up for next fall. I knew from talking to her that she dreaded the specter of becoming some old maid teacher. She wanted to be married the day she started work. I was available and she had convinced herself she loved me.

In the view of everyone involved my hesitation was absurd. Guys like me were expected to just fall over themselves with gratitude for the attention of young women like Patty-Ann. I should be begging her to marry me. Who did I think I was?

"Can we talk?" Jerry asked.

"If we're going to talk and you are not going to try to take my head off," I said.

"I should, it is certainly screwed on wrong," he said.

We laughed together for a moment.

"Look I do not believe you are some chauvinist women-hating asshole, but I have got to wonder why you are playing it that way," he said.

"Jerry, please, guys like you are never friends with someone like me. So go back to Kelly and tell her you tried, but I really am an asshole," I said.

"That is true. We would not ordinarily be friends. We have nothing in common except that you dated and are I believe in love with Patty-Ann, and I love her friend Kelly. But because of that I got to know you. And yes I hope we are friends. I know you are no asshole," he said.

"Ok, you are a decent guy and you were always decent to me. So yes, I love Patty-Ann, but I will not marry her because the pain I feel now at losing her is nothing compared to the pain I would feel later losing her," I said.

I saw comprehension dawn in Jerry's eyes.

"You don't trust her," he said.

"Can you give me any reason why I should?"

To that he just nodded and held out his hand. We shook, and I actually hoped we were parting as friends and might sometime see each other again. Though I was convinced that would never happen if Kelly had anything to say about it.

Two weeks went by, and I had begun to hope the mess that was my relationship with Patty-Ann was over. It was finals week and I was buried in my dorm room working on a take home exam for my advanced Artificial Intelligence class. 

I answered the knock on the door with "Go away I'm busy."

The knock just came again stronger.

"I said go away." 

I opened the door and immediately stepped back. She was more beautiful than ever. She stood in the open door in a yellow sundress that suited her to a tee.

"Can I come in? I know you are busy, but this won't take long," she said.

"Sure...I missed you," I said. It just slipped out.

Patty-Ann smiled as she walked in. 

As she passed me she whispered," I missed you too."

I could smell her perfume. It was new. A scent that went right through you. It stirred more than sexual desire, it made your soul hungry.

She came all the way into the room and sat down on the bed my roommate had vacated after his last exam.

"What can I do for you," I said trying to be as casual as I could.

She smiled a smile that said she knew the effect she'd had and was happy with it.

"I came to give us one last try," she said. "I love you Greg. I know you don't believe that but it's true. My friends say you are a creep and I should forget you, but I think you are scared and saying mean things because you are afraid of your own feelings. That's what Jerry tells me and I choose to believe him..." she said, looking me directly in the eyes.

I had to look away or I would let her see just how much I loved her. 

"Your friends say I'm an asshole and an SOB if not worse, but the bottom line is I will not marry you. I can't."

"All I'm asking for here is a real explanation. I know I played a silly game with you, trying to make you jealous. But it was a stupid mistake. I was desperate. I believed that you would get jealous. You would then either try to win me back or get mad. If you got mad I could beg you to forgive me. I love you so much and stupidly believed that if you loved me just as much things would work out. I romantically thought that when you forgave me you would find you were so in love with me we would fall into each other's arms and pledge our eternal love. Please, Greg. I'm hurting here like I have never hurt before. There is no one else, only you. I've been stupid, but I believe I will make you a good wife. I intend to try very hard. Don't we deserve a chance? I know I'm no virgin, but you knew that walking in. So what changed here?"

"I never contemplated marrying you. Girls like you don't marry guys like me. You were never faithful to me until very recently. We dated more than a year and a half and you were seeing others until last Christmas break. Maybe you thought I didn't know, but I did know. You didn't even give me leftovers. Some Jock would bed you Friday night and you would stop me at second base on Saturday. I put up with it because from the very first I loved you. But that's the problem. You hurt me, and if I let you go any further the pain could become unbearable," I said as the tears I tried to wipe away started to wet my cheeks.

She was up and across the room in an eye blink.

"You have got to understand. I've always been a pretty girl, who was attracted to well-built men. I lost my virginity to the captain of my high school football team. When I got to this University, it was like putting a kid in a candy shop and saying eat anything you want. Then I was sitting in a class on English Poetry. I was required to take it. At first I hated it, but then one day this boy started to speak and his words went right to my heart. I remember every one of them.



The fountains mingle with the river

And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of heaven mix for ever

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine

In one spirit meet and mingle.

Why not I with thine? 

"You chose to read that poem. You touched my heart. What exists between us is special. I know you are a virgin, the same way you know I'm not. I intend to take that virginity on our wedding night and make you cum and cum until 'Our spirits meet and mingle,'" she said, lifting her lips to mine.

"Now I have a poem," she then said.

I loved you first: but afterwards your love

Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song

As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

Which owes the other most? my love was long,

And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;

I loved and guessed at you, you construed me

And loved me for what might or might not be -


When



Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.

For verily love knows not 'mine' or 'thine;'

With separate 'I' and 'thou' free love has done,

For one is both and both are one in love:

Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine;'

Both have the strength and both the length thereof,

Both of us, of the love which makes us one. 

"Please my love, don't throw our love away because you fear tomorrow," she said.

In the end, Patty-Ann got her way. I thought there would be a pause, that I would at least get a reprieve while they planned the wedding, but preparations were already well under way. They'd actually booked a hall some months back in preparation for my proposal. On the second Saturday in August I was married to Patty-Ann and we spent a romantic week in Paris, a city whose natives desert it during the August heat. 

Patty-Ann started work as Mrs. Gregory Shelley. Yes, like the poet. Lord Byron once said that all tragedies eventually end in death and comedies in marriage. However, I would never place my confidence in so unreliable a poet as Byron. Marriage may well be the worst of all tragedies. 

*****

Ok, not the usual love story but let me know what you think, and before you ask I don't as yet have a second part. 



When A Belt Is Not A Belt



It's only your 2nd time in my apartment and already, within 20 minutes, you're on your knees, breasts popping out over your bra, panties balled up on the couch, and my cock half way down your throat. I calmly watch you trying to work your lips all the way down to my balls, spit running down your chin, and eyes glued to mine.

"Grab a seat on the couch."

You do, without saying a word, fingering yourself as you sit, waiting for me. Your eyes follow me as I walk out of the living room and into the kitchen. You can hear me opening a drawer, and walking back into the room. I stand in the doorway, completely nude and with two clothes-pins in my right hand.

I stand there, silently gauging your reaction, and as in response, you smile and start fingering yourself faster. I smile and walk towards you.

I stop in front of you, take one of the clothes-pin, press it open and slowly release it on your right nipple. You let out a strong moan and close your eyes. You continue to finger yourself with your eyes closed when you hear the snap of the second pin, coinciding with the sharp pain in your left nipple. Your eyes shoot open, pleading for an explanation, but you don't budge from your spot.

"If I'm facing you, you keep eye contact, understood?"

You nod in agreement. "Sorry..."

I grab your hair and pull you down to the floor and on your knees again, shoving my cock in your sloppy mouth. I start working my hips back and forth. At first you try to keep up with my movement but within moments, your neck goes slack and you let me just fuck your mouth until I cum.

I step away from you, reaching for my cigarettes and walking towards the balcony. With my back to you, I say, "There are a few leather belts in my closet. Go pick one and when I get back inside, make sure you're on all fours, in the middle of the living room, with a belt in your mouth."

I light a cigarette and walk out.

I come back in the room, the tail end of a cigarette in my right hand and my cock in my left. You're on all fours, in the middle of the room, with a brown leather belt in your mouth and a palpable eagerness in your eyes, like a puppy ready for its morning walk.

I take a final drag of my smoke and put it out in the ashtray on top of the television. I stand in front of you, fully erect again, and ask, "So what is it you think we'll be doing with that thing, doll?" You look up at my eyes, clearly smiling, and shake your ass from left to right.

"You'd think so, wouldn't you. But no, I've got other ideas."

The look in your eye quickly switches to confusion as I walk around you to the other end of the room. You stay where you are, facing away from me, gripping the belt between your teeth, and listening. You hear a drawer open and close, a quick 'click', and finally a soft buzzing noise. You realize that there's a vibrator coming, and you're excited. The belt in your mouth is still a mystery.

You feel two of my fingers running down the length of your pussy and entering you from behind. I slide them in and out a couple of times, checking your wetness. "Very good. Feels like someone's ready."

I take my fingers out and slide the vibrator inside of you, spinning it slightly as I push it in and out of your wet pussy. With the belt still in your mouth, you make muffled little moans. A few moments later I quickly remove the vibrator from sloppy little cunt and in one quick motion, slide it in your asshole.

Without meaning to, you let out a quiet squeal and the belt drops from your mouth. You lower your head in an attempt to get it back but before you can, I give your ass a severe, loud smack.

"Leave that where it is. We'll deal with it shortly," I say while slowly moving the vibrator in and out of your ass. "Focus on what I'm doing for now. I'm going to leave this vibrator inside of you. It's very important that you keep your asshole relaxed or it will pop out. And we don't want that, correct?"

"No," you respond, between quick, heavy sighs.

"Good girl."

I run the vibrator all the way inside of you, let it go, and walk around you so that I'm standing by your face. The belt is lying there, between your hands. You carefully glance up at me with a look that someone else might confuse for pained, but I know better.

I crouch down, grab the belt with my right hand and slowly stroke myself with my left for a few moments as I watch you clearly focusing on not constricting your asshole and keeping the vibrator where it is.

"As for this belt," I say, holding on to the leather end and letting the buckle drop from my hand, "we're going to use it as a makeshift choke collar and I'm going to use it as I fuck your from behind."

Before the end of the sentence leaves my mouth, I notice that the vibrator is quickly getting pushed out of your asshole. It drops to the ground.

I look down at you and see equal parts fear, excitement, and confusion. "I'm sorry," you whimper. Without saying a word, I grab you by your hair and pull you up so that you're on your knees, back straight, and eyes forward. I walk behind you and pick up the vibrator.

"Open your mouth and turn your head to the left." You do and the vibrator, still on, goes in your mouth. "Now face forward again." You do.

I take the belt and run the tail end of it through the buckle, leaving a lot of slack in the middle for your head and neck. I put the loop over your head and then down around your neck, gently pulling on it to tighten it around your throat, like a reverse tie.

"All fours."

You drop back down, vibrator working in your mouth and belt around your neck, reminding me again of a puppy. "Good girl."

I slide my cock inside of you from behind and to my pleasant surprise, I'm met by what's probably the wettest pussy I've ever felt. "I see that someone's enjoying their first lesson." I hear you mumble what sounds like a 'yes' through the noise of the vibrator, so I pull the leash back, choking you ever so slightly, and say, "Spit that thing out; I want to hear all of your noises now."

You spit the vibrator out, gasping for air and moaning, "...again...". I pull the leash back, tighter this time, and hold it, continuing to rapidly work my hips as I do, fucking you with the full length of my cock, my balls slapping against your body. After about 12 seconds, I hear you struggling to breath, and after an additional 2 seconds, I give the leash some slack.

I'm breathing hard and between breaths I say, "I want you to try and last as long as you think you can this time. When you need slack, grab my balls with your left hand, got it?"

"Yes."

I give the belt a sharp tug, pulling your head back a bit, a rapid breath escaping your lips. I close my eyes and start pumping my hips hard, the slapping sound of my body hitting yours drowning out everything else. I can feel the beads of sweat forming all over my back and chest, your body matching the rhythm of my thrusts with gentle resistance. This goes on for what feels like forever, when I finally feel your hand cupping my balls. I open my eyes and let go of the leash, the leather of the belt falling down the length of your back. You gasp for air and lower your head, dropping down onyour elbows. I give your jiggling ass a hard smack, leaving a deep, red mark.

Your head shoots up again and I lean over, grabbing your hair and whispering in your right ear, my cock working your pussy the whole time. "I'm gonna need you to keep your head up the whole time, sugar, so that the camera," I motion across the room, "can see your pretty face, got it?"

Your body tenses up as you notice the red light in the closet, but you don't stop returning my thrusts. "What? We're being watched?"

I let go of your hair and straight back up, placing both my hands on your hips and slowing my thrusts down as we talk. "Do you trust me?"

You're quiet for a moment. "Yes, I think so."

"Good. Eventually you'll learn to drop the 'I think so' but hesitation is understandable at this point." I start fucking you hard, making you forget yourself again, moaning like an animal. "Then keep your head up and relax."

"Ok."

We continue fucking for a while longer, until I stop thrusting and let you work yourself into me, grinding hard and slamming your ass against my abdomen. I grab your hair again, pulling you up so that the length of your back is against my body, and I slide one had under your arm grabbing one of your breasts and removing the clothes-pin. You whisper "Thank you" as I remove the other one.

"How many times have you cum already?"

"Three."

"We've got time for one more, if you can make it quick."

I lay back on the floor, my cock red and swollen. "Sit on top with your back to me so that you're facing the camera. I assume there won't be a problem with me cumming inside of you?"

"No problem at all."

"Good. Now get to work."

You sit on top of me, and start to ride my cock, working your pussy up and down, rocking forward and backward ever so slightly to work your clit. I close my eyes again, relaxing my body and focusing on the top of my cock, sensitive and hard. As your body movements become more rapid, I feel myself about to cum and as I do, you let out a final satisfied squeal. You slide yourself off of me and move forward, collapsing your body near my feet. Again, the image of a happy puppy enters my mind.

I stand up, walk over to the couch, grab your panties, and use them to wipe my cock off. I walk over to my closet, grab the camera, and take the CD out of it. You watch me from the floor, curious.

I walk over to where you left your purse and put the CD inside it. "That's yours to watch between now and the next time we meet. I suspect you'll learn a lot from seeing yourself work, much more than you will from just listening to me."

You smile and nod.

I grab my cigarettes off the table and light another one while saying, "Go clean yourself up. We've got dinner reservations in half an hour." I walk back out on the balcony, leaving you on the floor.



When a Couch Really Becomes a Loves



I was sitting on the loveseat in the living room, my feet up on the ottoman watching TV, Torri was doing a few things between the bedroom and the kitchen so she was walking behind me every so often. With each pass she would let her hand brush my shoulders or play with my hair, I just love anytime she touches me! Eventually she finished up and I could feel her standing behind me, her hands found their way to my shoulders (I'm a total sucker for any form of massage) her firm yet soft touch always gets me and I leaned my head back over the edge of the loveseat. I looked up at her and smiled...not just because I love looking into her eyes but also because there was that mischievous little twinkle there tonight. 

She leaned in close and kissed me lightly on the lips, she then asked "What's on TV tonight?" 

"What TV?" I replied, as I turned off the entertainment system. 

"Would you like to join me in here?" she coyly asked motioning towards the bedroom. 

"What's the matter with right here?" I replied. 

My answer came with the dimming of the lights in the living room, so their brightness matched the subtle warmth of the glow from the fireplace. As Torri came around the side of the loveseat, she deftly slipped out of her pj bottoms to stand before me, just off to the side of the ottoman. There is something so sexy about a woman in nothing but a tee shirt... 

She slowly slid up her shirt, first letting my see her sexy little landing strip and then her wondrous, large tits. She adjusted the ottoman in a way so it was longer, yet would still provide support for us. She then straddled me, and every so slowly climbed he way up my body. Torri pressed herself into me for a passionate kiss, our lips and tongues exploring each others, my hands finding their way to her ass to firmly squeeze and pull her close into me. She then slipped off my shirt and pressed herself against me once again as we kissed, the feeling of her hard nipples against my chest sent my already swollen cock throbbing to be released from it's clothed prison. Torri broke free from our kiss and pulled herself further up me, aligning her tits with my face. Cupping each breast with a hand, I give a light squeeze followed by a lick to each nipple in turn, the tip of my tongue playing along the firm edge of her erect nipple. Torri falls against me totally and I can already feel her starting to lightly grind against me, I take one of her tits into my mouth, sucking, while letting my tongue circle and flick and tease her nipple. At the same time I place a finger to her mouth letting her suck at it and getting it wet, before it begins to play with her other hard nipple. Torri's grinding intensifies and so I switch breasts, taking the other into my mouth, sucking, flicking teasing her nipple as my now other wet finger (thanks to her again) plays with her other nipple. And so this pattern goes on and on and on, I feel Torri getting wetter and wetter, her grinding has turned into thrusting and for a moment I think she is going to let me make her cum just as we are....then she pulls back and slides down my body taking my pants and underwear with her as she goes.... 

Torri smiles down at me as she admires her handiwork, I'm hard as a rock, she grips my shaft and starts to tease the head of my cock on her nipple...not really sure who enjoys that sensation more. She works her way closer to me and lets her wonderful tits brush around my now throbbing cock, with a final look up at me...she smiles and takes me all the way into her mouth. Her wet lips slide up and down my shaft, slowly but firmly, my hand finds the back of her head and I guide her movements as sucks my cock. Her steady movements are ever so slow at first, she gradually picks up the pace, faster and faster...my moans of pleasure get louder and louder as she goes. Eventually my hand on the back of her head holds her in place as I start to thrust up into her waiting mouth, now it is my turn and I thrust faster and faster as I fuck her face. With each thrust her tongue plays with my cock, her lips hold me tight, bringing me so close to exploding....but I want to wait...for now... 

"Baby, I want you to ride me" I whisper, reluctantly pulling myself free from her. 

I lean back into the loveseat, Torri slides her way back up my body, and leaning into me we share another long passionate kiss. She adjusts herself so her very wet pussy teases my aching cock with even the slightest move from her body. She teases me for a long while with her subtle movements as we kiss, eventually she sits up, my very hard cock resting against her...so eager to be inside her. Deftly, Torri sides a condom over my cock and moves her body forward, teasing the head of my cock with her lips...making me wait to be inside her. but I want her so badly I can't wait any longer, I reach around her waist, holding her with my forearms as my hands grab her ass and I thrust up into her keeping her in place, both of us enjoying the deep penetration. She starts to rock up and down my shaft, before switching to grinding into me, and then back and forth again and again and again. As she rocks I play with her nipples...sometimes pinching, flicking with my fingers, other times letting my tongue have the fun of pushing her closer to the edge. As she grinds my hands slide down her back and grip her ass, pulling her closer into me, enjoying the feeling her movements bring us both. On and on we go, losing ourselves in the sensations, bringing us both closer and closer... 

I sense by her movements and her moans Torri is getting ever so close. 

"I want to fuck you from behind" I say, and with one last grind, she slides off of me. 

I arrange the ottoman once more and position her on the loveseat. I guide her arms so her hands can grip the back edge of the couch, her knees on the ottoman, her legs spread for me. I come in behind her, I take my swollen cock in my hand and tease her pussy and clit with it....just slowly sliding it up and down. Now it is her turn to not wait, as on maybe the forth or fifth pass she slides back onto me taking me all the way inside her. My hands grip her hips and I start to thrust deeply into her, thrusting slowly at first but quickly faster and faster. I reach my hands around and wrap my palms up onto her tits, holding them firmly as I thrust and thrust into her over and over again. She starts to call out my name, her moans get louder and louder, I slide one hand down from her tits to her pussy seeking her clit...with her magic words "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" echoing in my ears I let everything lose, pounding into her, feeling her pussy pulse around my thrusting cock, holding on every minute and then every second I can...until finally with a huge breath I explode into her releasing everything and allowing the sensation to wash over us both. 

After a few minutes lying in a breathless pile, we kiss and lead each other to the shower for a well earned break.....or is it ;)



When a Door Closes Ch. 01



Author's Note: All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are fictional Any similarities to people in real-life are purely coincidental. This is my first submission, and feedback would be appreciated. Enjoy!

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How pathetic do I look right now, Alexis thought. She had to laugh at herself -- if she didn't, she thought she might cry. It was such a cliché, after all -- perfect relationship, perfect boyfriend, perfect future... that was, until she walked in on the "perfect boyfriend" on top of a stunning blonde, thrusting into her like his life depended on it and in the throes of passion she didn't even know he had. She had stared stupidly for a few long moments, long enough for him to finish cumming deep inside the other woman and long enough for her to feel her heart crack right in two. The worst part, she thought, was that after the fact, there were no explanations, no remorse, no guilt -- no anything it seemed like. They had a discussion in which he told her he no longer felt the same about her, and that he wanted to move on in their lives. 

Alexis had moved on, she supposed, if only to the bar a few blocks away from her apartment. Her main goal for the evening was just to try and think things through, take a metaphorical deep breath, and maybe even get a little tipsy -- she figured she was entitled. She glanced down at her Long Island iced tea and took a deep sip, only to glance up sharply as she heard the sound of a glass being smashed. To her right, an attractive couple were arguing -- the woman was a petite redhead (obviously angry as she had smashed the glass in the first place), and he was tall with thick black hair and an exasperated look on his face. After a few minutes of heated debate, the redhead stormed out. Alexis thought with a smile that if the bar door could have been slammed, the redhead would have done it hard and on purpose. She turned her head back quickly, realizing she was staring, and looked at the man through her long lashes. 

As he took his seat again on the barstool a few down from hers, his whole body radiated weariness. She saw the man talking with the bartender, then handing over some money, which she assumed was to pay for the glass. Her eyes widened when she saw it the denomination on the bill -- way more than any glass could ever cost. It all made more sense when the bartender lined up several shots on the bar, and the man took them one right after another, to be chased by what looked like whiskey on the rocks. "He is going to be flat on his face drunk if he keeps going like that," she thought, and then considering the situation, figured that maybe that was what the handsome stranger wanted in the first place. 

After another hour or so of nursing her drink, Alexis looked at her watch, realizing it was already 11:30, and she had work the next morning. Life moved on, she thought ruefully, whether or you wanted it to or not. As she stood, she couldn't help but look again at the dark stranger to her right -- it seemed she hadn't been able to stop looking at him throughout the night. As she glanced over she caught his gaze, and caught her breath. His eyes were the most breathtaking hazel color, even if they were completely fogged with drunkenness at the moment. He smiled at her -- a beautiful display of dentistry if there ever was one, she thought -- only seconds before he started listing forward and heading straight for the floor. 

She moved quickly, only reacting, and managed to get a hand on his solid shoulder before she found herself almost going down with him. Fortunately, she braced her back leg and managed to catch his dead weight before pushing him back up on the stool, making sure to have a firm grip on both his shoulders to keep him there. She smiled at him, unable not to as she looked at his happy, dopey expression that was purely the result of the alcohol. He gave her another smile and started to lean forward, lips almost comically pursed as though he were going to kiss her. She laughed and easily deflected his not-so-suave move, then, pulling his chin up with her finger said, "You haven't even bought me a drink yet. What's your name, champ?" 

Eyes still shiny, he looked up at her and slurred, "Whaa --? Oh... my name's Scott." 

"Well, Scott, it looks as though you need to go home, my friend. Where are your keys?" At the vacant expression she got back, she sighed, and turned to bartender to find out if he had left them earlier. She only rolled her chocolate brown eyes when the bartender told her the temperamental redhead had taken them with her earlier. After a last check of her wallet to make sure she couldn't pay for a cab for him, she sighed again. Turning to him, she put on a smile for his benefit. "All right Scott, you still remember your address, right? Whiskey didn't knock it out of there?" 

"Ummm, no, my address is.. is, umm.. 267 Mockingbird Street. And I don't even know your name yet." Alexis looked at him, and for a moment, there was a sharpness in his hazel eyes as he looked at her. She blushed, thinking it must have been a trick of the light. After all, her ex-boyfriend apparently hadn't found short, curvy brown-eyed brunettes all that attractive -- why should Scott, who was by far better looking than her ex?

"It's Alexis." 

"Nice to meet you, Alexis." Again with the slurring, she thought. Definitely a trick of the light. 

"Nice to meet you too Scott. What do you say we get you home so you can sleep off that hangover?" 

"Ok." As docilely as a child, he followed her to her car, and after getting his tall frame into her tiny sedan, she moved to the other side and started towards his address. She glanced over during the short ride, amused to see that he was drooling a little in his sleeping state, and felt an almost overwhelming urge to run her fingers through the little wave of black hair that rested on his forehead. "What are you thinking?" She forced herself to concentrate on the road and to ignore the vulnerable man in her passenger seat. 

A few short minutes later, she pulled up to a charming, renovated Victorian house. Parking in the driveway and letting the car idle, she moved to the other side of the car, opened the door, and nudged Scott by pressing a soft hand to his face. His eyes opened, and she couldn't help it -- her breath caught again. Those eyes, even drunk, were so beautiful. Then, before she could do anything else, he leaned forward and touched his mouth to hers. Soft was the first thing she thought -- his lips were so soft. They were rubbing slowly back and forth over hers, and she couldn't for the life of her think of a reason he should stop. 

She felt his hand come up around the back of her neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue slipped between her lips, slowly stroking back and forth with hers, moving in an erotic dance in and out of her mouth that made her think of being horizontal instead. She moaned softly, her fingers threading through that thick black hair as she'd thought of doing only minutes before, and pulling his head closer, tilted her head to taste more of him. Whiskey, she could taste the whiskey... but there was something that made the taste him. His fingers were caressing her arms, holding her to him, while his mouth moved with and into hers. 

It was only when his hands started to slide from her shoulders to her sides, and his fingers softly brushing the sides of her breasts that she opened her eyes, and immediately pushed back in horror, almost hitting her head on the car in the process. "What am I doing?" she asked herself in horror. "I'm ready to jump a perfect stranger who probably won't even remember this in the morning!" What stopped her, though, was the look in Scott's eyes. They were still fuzzy, but filled with lust. She glanced down and realized the reason why -- in bending to wake up him up, the camisole under her shirt had slid down alarmingly low, giving him a generous view of the full, braless breasts contained inside. She blushed a fiery red, feeling it spread over her chest and neck, which to her chagrin made him smile like the cat that ate the canary. 

"Scott," she murmured, "I... don't know what I can say to that. Come on, you need to get inside." Leading him up the wraparound front porch, and strangely comforted by holding his hand to get him there upright, she found the front door open, and let him inside. When it became obvious he wasn't going to make the stairs on his own, she took his hand again (it was so warm, she thought), and let him up to a well-decorated yet still masculine bedroom. Seeing his bed, he sat down hard on the mattress and then lay down on his back, still holding her hand. With a devilish smile, he tugged on her hand, almost succeeding in toppling her balance and her landing on top of him. She tugged back though, her eyes moving over the long, tall form as she said with a smile, "Next time". She bit her tongue after she said that, knowing it would never be the case. 

Still, he looked at her again, and again that moment of intense sharpness came through his hazel eyes as he stared at her deep brown ones. He paused as if trying to think of his words before saying sleepily, "Alexis... there will be a next time." And with those final words, his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep. She looked at him again, and tugging a blanket over him, murmured, "If only it worked that way." Giving into her urge this time, she ran her fingers through the thick black hair, reliving their delicious kiss only a short time before. Then with quiet steps, she locked the door behind her and let herself out. 

It was only after she made the drive home and gotten herself settled into bed that she even let the thought cross her mind that maybe, even without the alcohol, Scott might find her attractive. The thought was dismissed just as quickly with a soft sigh as Alexis turned over and went to sleep.



When a Dream Comes True



My parents' divorce hit Dad hard, and he had no idea it was coming. One morning about six months ago, Mom abruptly moved all her things out of the house just after Dad left for work. When he came home that night, he found a half-empty, half-trashed house, many of his possessions damaged or just dumped on the floor, and a terse note from Mom saying she'd found someone else and was moving to Nevada.

Mom didn't tell me, either; she sent a postcard from St. Louis telling me that the split wasn't my fault and apologizing for not letting me know, but she didn't want anyone to talk her out of it. She's tried to contact me off and on since, but I won't talk to her. What she did to Dad was simply too awful, too mean. He's not a bad man, and he deserved better treatment than that. He should have had a chance to save his marriage.

Dad was an emotional train wreck for several weeks, drinking so heavily that I feared for his health. But that period passed, and he slowly returned to his old fitness schedule and start adjusting to life without Mom. He pushed me away during this period, saying, "I need to be alone for awhile, Lena. I don't want you to see what a pathetic old man I'm becoming."

"You'll never be pathetic to me, Dad. I love you."

"I love you too, but I'm really angry right now and I don't want to take my pain and rage out on you. I won't be cruel." He didn't have to add, "like your mother."

After almost half a year of this, I couldn't take it anymore, so when Dad's 48th birthday started to loom, I took the opportunity to call him and offer to take him out to dinner: "You need something besides frozen pizza and bag salads," I told him, and, with a smile in his voice he agreed: "All right, Lena. This could be fun." I arrived at six-thirty to pick him up. 

Dad opened the door, Scotch in hand. He'd been drinking a little, I saw, but you'd never peg him for 48; his wavy hair was as black as it had ever been, with only a few lines around his deep blue eyes and hints of grey around the temples betraying the fact that he was older than 35, and he had been keeping up his workout routines. Gone was the fat that started to develop after Mom left, replaced by a flat belly and good muscle tone. He looked relaxed and casual in a midnight blue polo shirt and matching slacks. He gave me a hug and a quick, tight peck on the lips, our usual greeting.

"Wow," said Dad, "you've never been more beautiful, Lena."

Since this was a special occasion, I had donned a shimmering white satin cowl neck blouse, sheer black stockings, a wraparound skirt, and three-inch heels. The blouse covered my bosom nicely, not too close, but enough to indicate what delights might be hidden underneath. My hair takes after my mother's, light brown almost to the point of being blonde, though unlike her, I keep it styled short. It's full enough to frame my face, but not so much that it gets into my eyes, which are the same as Dad's.

"Happy birthday, Dad," I replied, twirling so he could get a complete look and acknowledge his approval, and then stepping inside.

My heart sank as I saw what was left of my childhood home. Mom had taken all the good furniture, and Dad had mostly replaced it with cheap and used pieces from second-rate consignment stores. The paintings and prints, all gone; only a few family photos and some pictures of me from a summer vacation we took in Maine back when I was sixteen adorned the flat white walls now. 

That brought back some strange memories. At the time, just eight years ago, I felt gawky and awkward, and I had a hard time meeting boys. But Dad did everything he could to make me feel beautiful and desirable, and I developed a hidden crush on him. Sometimes I had deeply erotic dreams in which Dad took me to bed and made love to me in dozens of exotic and exciting ways. I still had those dreams every once in a while, especially since the divorce. In some of the photos I'm wearing a tiny yellow-gold bikini that barely contained my burgeoning bosom (I have quite the rack, I'm told), and Dad's got his arm around my waist and holding me close, or we're holding onto one another while swimming in the ocean, each looking happily into the other's eyes. I had fantasized that Dad had a crush on me, too. But now I looked at the photos with an adult's eyes, and I blushed to the core; in some of them, you can see a distinct bulge in Dad's dark swimming trunks.

My stomach fluttered at the thought Dad might have wanted me, and I wondered what I would have done had he made a move. Would I have done it? Would I have gone to bed with him? All the old, romantic notions I had as a teenager washed over me for a second, but I put them aside. I wondered why, of all the photos he could have put on the wall, he chose those.

We made mostly small talk at dinner, talking about Mom as little as possible, but I felt uncomfortable. Dad couldn't stop staring at me, and he kept smiling to himself, as if he were keeping a secret I wanted to know. He wasn't the man who raised me. Something had changed.

I felt more and more tense as the evening went on, and relief after we left the restaurant. Later, we had an awkward moment standing at the front door, as if neither of us knew what to say or do. I finally said, "Good night, Dad," and leaned toward him for our usual little kiss. I was completely unprepared when his strong arms encircled my waist, catching my breath. He pulled me in close and kissed me, hard and firm, his tongue caressing my lips. Startled, I jumped back.

"Dad!" I snapped. "What the hell was that?"

He, too, appeared stunned, as if someone other than he had just tried to lick the back of my throat.

"I'm sorry, Lena," he said, his face beet-red with embarrassment. "I didn't intend to really do that. I've been lonely, and I've missed you and I'm a little tipsy. I got carried away."

But I didn't resent the kiss; the unexpected surprise unnerved me more. The kiss's electricity crackled its way through my system, stirring bizarre and conflicting emotions, and making me a little light-headed. My adolescent fantasies started to boil again, but the more rational part of me wanted to slap him; he shouldn't have kissed me that way. That part of me wanted to run, but another part of me, tingling between my legs, wanted to rush into his arms and kiss him back.

Dad turned his face away as an anxious silence filled the air between us.

"It's getting late, Dad," I whispered at last, my voice dry and husky. "I'm going to go."

"Wait," he said. "I have something for you. I found it while I was straightening out the house."

He drew a small volume from his coat pocket, its garish, multicolored flower pattern instantly familiar: my teenage diary! The one in which I had written, in close, exquisite detail, all my dreams and fantasies about making love to my father. I almost fainted. I barely stopped myself from punching him.

"You shouldn't have read that, you dirty old man," I barked. "Jesus, you need help!"

"I know," he replied. "I'm sorry."

"Now I really have to go," I said, snatching the book from his hand and running off into the dark.

I cried for an hour after I got home, barely able to even look at the diary, my ears burning with shame at all the embarrassing secrets within. I ignored it until I went to bed but I couldn't get to sleep. Having never reread what I wrote, I had to know what was in there, what set Dad off like that. With trembling fingers and tight breath, I took a look at the words I set down so many years ago: they were the clumsy, florid words of an innocent young girl who had read too many romance novels, but they also inflamed my fantasies about my father anew, and my pussy started to moisten. I put the diary down and my mind drifted to earlier in the evening, to that kiss which still lingered on my lips, to what I would have done if I had kissed Daddy back. My fingers slid under my panties as I teased my clit and grew very wet.

In my new fantasy, Dad expertly removed my blouse as I managed to get his shirt off. Our clothing soon disappeared and we mashed our bodies together on the living room sofa. As my fingers churned away, we found ourselves naked on a nice, soft carpet I dreamed up, Dad kissing his way up to my boobs, licking them, biting them, playing with them before opening my legs and thrusting his long and thick manhood deep into me. My breath started coming in short, hot gasps as I imagined that huge hog of his moving in my pussy.

The dream Lena asked Dad if he loved her, and he said he did, loved her like no one else. I held him close and whispered "Daddy" into his ear, over and over as he made love to me, my fingers matching the rhythm of my father's dream cock, until--

"Daddy!" I called out as a high tide of orgasm surged through my body. My mind flooded with images, images of French kissing my father, of Dad masturbating to my diary, of my fucking him to the point of exhaustion. Not until I came two more times did I at last fall asleep.

I barely remember the next few days, so confused were my emotions and distracted my thoughts. Dad didn't call; I think he was ashamed, and I was afraid I had alienated him. I started to worry about him, and the dreams about making love to him came back every night, sometimes with powerful ferocity. After more than a week, I couldn't stand it anymore. I'd already lost my mother; I couldn't bear to be estranged from my father, too. I formed a plan.

I waited until Friday and chose my wardrobe carefully. I knew how Dad liked to see women made up, so I carefully applied clear lip gloss and black eyeliner. Because it was raining, I put on a long, stylish trench coat and a trilby hat. I waited until after seven; if I knew my dad, he'd be settling in about now for a long evening of TV. 

"Lena!" he said, opening the door. "God, I was afraid you'd left me forever. I can't apologize enough for my behavior last week. I couldn't be more sorry."

"It's okay, Dad," I said, stepping in. "I know life's been difficult for you these last few months. I've been thinking things out."

"Please forgive me."

"I have."

"Thank God. I thought I had lost you."

"Never."

We were standing a few feet apart, the air heavy with a thousand unspoken thoughts. Finally, Dad said, "You look exotic tonight. You look just like a film noir seductress from the forties. Let me take your coat and I'll get us some drinks."

I smiled sexily and shrugged my coat off. Dad's eyes bulged out and he caught his breath, for underneath the coat I wore a sheer black lace baby doll nightie, a black lace pushup bra, black lace panties, black stockings and my black three-inch heels. A heart-shaped gold locket dangled just above the cleavage on my jutting breasts.

"Jesus, Lena! What--"

I stepped close enough to touch him, my heart hammering and my thoughts racing, praying I wasn't making a fool of myself. "I told you I've been thinking about things," I said.

"My God, what have I done?" he said, but didn't turn away. 

"Maybe what you should have done a long time ago," I said, cupping his balls, which radiated heat through his khakis like a pair of burning coals. "My diary really turned you on, didn't it? Well, it's turned me on, too."

"Oh, Lena," he said, "you don't know what you're doing to me."

I straightened out the crowbar growing in his pants and tenderly squeezed its length with my fingertips.

"I have a pretty good idea, Dad."

"This is crazy."

"Kiss me."

Dad folded me in his arms and kissed me as he had never kissed me before, a lover's kiss, deep with longing, with desire unfulfilled, far, far more exciting than any dream. I slid my arms around his shoulders and held him close to me, then kissed his neck a little, raking the nape with my teeth. Now Dad moved in, sliding his tongue smoothly against mine, my girlhood fantasies spilling over and putting to shame the fumbling attempts of my prior lovers. Our bodies moved close together now as our lips and tongues bonded, as Dad's hands found the sides of my bosom and gently caressed it, causing me to break the kiss.

"Do you like that, honey?"

"Dad, let's go upstairs."

He rose and straightened his erection again, by now a long tent pole in his pants. He leaned down and gathered me in his strong, manly arms, carrying me up the stairs to his bedroom as though I were as light as a teddy bear. On the way, we kissed again, and I could feel the hot tip of his erection against the small of my back, sending white-hot bolts of passion and desire racing along my spine.

"I want this bad, Dad," I said when he put me down on the bed. His clothing began to fall, and he stood nude before me, his strong cock, the cock that created me, pointing proudly in the air, taking my breath away. Everything suddenly seemed unreal, a blend of dream and reality, a dream as vivid as life. Dad's dick, purple, thick and throbbing, a cock unlike any other, inches away. Then the dreamlike quality vanished as I moved to the edge of the bed and reached out to tease it, to fondle it. Dad took my hand and curled my fingers around his dick. The sensation galvanized both of us, and I felt a drop of spray hit my cheek. Dad moved my wrist at the speed he wanted.

"Lightly, Lena," he said. "Nice and slow. That's it, baby."

"It's so long, Dad."

Dad closed his eyes, a blissful expression on his face the more I stroked and caressed. I could have taken his cock between my glossy lips, and I wanted to, I wanted that pulsating prick filling my face, but somehow I knew this wasn't the time. I kept looking at Dad's face as I jacked his cock, and leaned closer. With my free hand I tickled his balls and he sighed.

"Am I doing this right, Daddy?"

"Oh, baby, keep it up. Just like that. Don't stop."

I skimmed Dad's dick a little faster, and when his eyes popped open and he looked down into my eyes, I went a little faster still. 

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" he cried. Dad's balls suddenly hardened in my hands, and then his cock erupted, spraying sperm all over my cheeks, my chin, my lips, and drooling down between my boobs, where my nipples, broad and flat as sand dollars, buzzed with anticipation and need. I almost had an orgasm right then, and I shoved my other hand between my legs as Dad spewed all over me.

"Oh, Lena," he sighed. "My darling baby girl, my Lena."

When it seemed as though he was done, I took his dick into my mouth and squeezed out the last drops with my tongue, finally licking it clean. Tiny droplets glistened all over my upper body.

"My darling, my darling," Dad whispered, hugging my face against his flat, hairy belly. "Let's get cleaned up, because it's your turn now."

In the bathroom, Dad carefully removed all my clothing except the stockings, heels and locket: "It's much sexier this way," he said. With love, he cleaned all the jism off, kissing and caressing me as he did so. He fell to his knees and gathered my boobs into his hands, taking a nipple between his teeth and sucking gently.

"Jesus!" I cried as a sensual bolt of lightning raced straight to my pussy, now wet to the point of drooling. "Dad, let's get back to the bed!"

Again he picked me up, the rampaging warrior claiming his prize. He lay me gently on my back and joined me on the bed and our bodies entwined together as we kissed, our hands ran along our limbs and torsos, eventually finding their way between our legs. As Dad kissed my body all over, I stroked his dick fully back to life, understanding why he wanted me to jack him off first, so that when we finally made love, it wouldn't be over in a few strokes. Absurdly, I wondered how long it had been since he'd been laid, and I wondered how I compared with Mom.

Dad's fingers parted my legs and he sank two of them into my saturated snatch. His thumb found my clit and I hugged his head to my neck as he masturbated me with amazing skill. I ran my hands down to his ass and ran a fingernail along the crack, surprising him.

"Daddy!" I cried. "I'm going to come!"

He redoubled his efforts, and when my orgasm hit, it overwhelmed me like a shrub caught in an avalanche. I wailed inarticulate sounds as my father (my father!) made me come once, twice, and come again. At last I lay against the cool pillow and Dad lay on his side, love glowing in his eyes, his long purple cock palpitating eagerly against my thigh.

"Wow," I said at last. "I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life."

"Only the best for my little girl," he said.

I moved against him again, nibbling his neck and taking his cock between my fingers for a gentle squeeze. I parted my legs and Dad eased his body between them, his dick, his ardent, insistent dick, his big Daddy dick, pointed straight at the entrance to my pussy. Dad moved forward, laying his dick between my pussy lips but not inside, sliding it along my clit, coating it with my torrid juices.

"Daddy, please!" I cried. "Don't torment me like this!"

"Tell me what you want, my baby."

"I want-- your--"

"Lena ... Say it, baby. What do you want?"

"I want your cock!" I cried. "I want your cock inside me!"

Is there any way to describe the sensation of feeling your father's dick sliding into you, throbbing inside you, stretching your cunt to its limit, rousing nerves you never knew you had? As my hips drove themselves against Dad's of their own accord, Dad took his sweet time, but when he finally sank all the way into me, all I could think of was a power pole crackling inside my womb.

Our lips locked as our bodies rocked together in perfect rhythm, cock and cunt squishing together in perfect sexual harmony. Dad raised himself on his arms so I watch his dick sluicing in and out of me. I looked up into his face and saw the happiest, most loving man who ever walked the earth. I took his face between my palms and caressed it, ran my hands along his neck, and pinched his nipples.

"Coming!" I cried. "Daddy! Your cock is making me come!"

I banged my body upward to get as much cock inside me as possible, but finally fell back into wordless gasping as my nervous system took over.

"Lena!" he barked, and suddenly the tendons on his neck stood out. Dad jammed his cock in so deep I could feel it against my stomach, and then I felt searing jets of sperm fill me up.

"Lena! Love! Lena!"

"Oh, Daddy," I whispered. "Come! Come hard!"

I could feel Dad's hot testicles twitching against my ass cheeks as they fired blast after blast of goo into my womb. I could feel Dad's cockhead beating inside me, his ragged breathing huffing in my ears. I wrapped both my arms and legs as tightly as I could around him, as if I could draw his entire body into mine. At last he slowed down and kissed me, finally spent. As our passion subsided we lay together, flesh against flesh, flesh of one flesh, sharing light little kisses, unable to break our mutual gaze.

"Dad," I said, "is this why you gave me the diary?"

"I've been fantasizing about you ever since you were fifteen," he said. "You were so beautiful, and even though I knew it was wrong, the fantasies never went away. But I never talked about them or wrote them down, the way you did, and I certainly never planned to act on them, even though I read your diary every day."

"Dad!"

"You don't know how many times I came close to-- well, practically raping you. But I knew it would destroy your life, so I took all my passion out on your mother. At least she can't complain about me on that score."

"Wow," I said. "You don't know how many times I wanted to feel your hands on my body, how often I dreamed of doing what we've finally done. Of course I outgrew it eventually, but then you brought it all back."

"This was well worth the wait, my darling." And he kissed me again, fingering the locket that lay now on my breast.

"What's in here?"

I opened it; inside was an heart-shaped photo of Dad and me in one another's arms from that summer in Maine.




When a Dream Comes True



"Better late than never, Dad," I said, reaching between his legs where, already, Dad was recovering. We made love twice more before going into deep, dreamless sleep. Needless to say, I stayed the entire weekend. We made love in every room, in every way we could think of; if I put everything we did into this diary, I'd fill it in a day. 

Now, I spend every weekend with my father. We do his housework together, go hiking or play tennis or go to the movies, and at night I make us a nice meal, after which we go to bed and indulge our love for each other all night long. And he tells me I'm much better in bed than Mom ever was.

END



When a Fantasy Becomes Reality



I have for a long time fancied Mary and often masturbated while fantasizing about her wonderful body and what I would do with it.

I thought nothing would ever happen despite desperately trying to think up ways in which I could manipulate different situations into the right outcome. I would never in a million years have predicted what actually happened between us yesterday. And what happened, you might wonder?

As so many times before, whenever she came to visit me, I went to meet her at the bus station. We hugged as our standard greeting and I had to concentrate to ensure I would not get carried away as I enjoyed the feeling of her body so tightly against mine. Despite trying my best not to allow my thoughts to stray to anything naughty, I still felt my nipples harden.

We walked around town for a while before finding a nice and quite Italian restaurant where we quickly ordered some dinner. In spite of not having been together for a few months, it only took a glass or two of wine before we once again were talking as we had done those many years ago when we had first gotten to know each other. Even the topics were the same, the endless discussions of music and of course an argument of which film to watch later. Without having talked about it, we both knew that the night would - as usual - end with a movie-marathon and a few bottles of champagne that already were chilled in preparation for her arrival.

While we ate, I constantly caught myself looking at her lips, wondering what they would feel like around my hard nipples. I excused myself and went to the restroom, only to find that all the stalls were empty.

Closing the door behind me, I pulled up my skirt to access my pantyless pussy and my fingers quickly found my clitoris, rubbing it gently as my other hand reached into my purse, searching for the small bullet that I always keep within reach. As I found it and started the soft buzzing, I moved my fingers into my tight hole and located my pleasure spot while placing the bullet on my clit. A gasp escaped my lips as the bullet made contact and while thinking about how mesmerising Mary would look naked with her face covered in my juices, it did not take long before my heavy breathing turned into soft moans. 

I bit my lip, trying to keep down in case somebody was to enter the restroom. Soon pleasure shot through my body and even before I managed to catch my breath, I started to clean up, wash my hands and finally give myself a small splash of perfume in an attempt to hide whatever scent of my dirty deeds that might be left.

I checked my shirt, skirt and stockings before exiting the restroom to make sure that Mary would stay happily unaware of what had just happened.

We walked back to my place along the beach, looking at the sun setting across the Baltic sea. Walking past the castle, we began talking about the local history and legends, while the entire time my dirty mind was wondering about the castle's dungeon and how fun it could be to turn it into a fetish dungeon. I considered how it would be to tie Mary up against the wall and force her to cum until her body would collapse, how I would enjoy the look of her pale flesh as she shivered in pleasure.

Keeping these thoughts to myself, I led her the rest of the way to my cramped one-bedroom apartment. I took her coat as well as my own and once again admired her incredible shape. She was gorgeous with her long, dirty blond hair, blue eyes and curvy body. I longed to place my hands on her wide hips and pull her tightly against me.

I opened the champagne and pour us a glass each. A "sláinte" escaped my lips and a "na zdrowie" hers, as we followed the ancient Viking tradition of letting the fragile crystal glasses hit each other. Taking in the first sip, I felt the sparkles dance on my tongue as I enjoyed the sweet taste. Soon the glasses were refilled and the film rolling. Being a small place, there is nowhere to sit but in my bed, so we both ended up sitting closely together. We talked and laughed, barely noticing the film in the background.

Yet another glass of champagne followed, we were getting tipsy. We both suddenly went quiet as the heroine softly opened her mouth while kissing another woman, allowing the tongue to slip between her lips. I felt my mouth go dry as I looked over at Mary, wondering about her reaction to it. I noticed her dilatedly pupils, slightly surprised of her arousal but my rational thoughts told me that it was just due to the darkness. I emptied another glass, trying to forget about the growing wetness between my legs. It did nothing to help.

As the film ended, Mary suggested that we changed into our nightgowns. Not bothered by my eyes, she stripped down to just her underwear, a cute black bra and matching satin panties, before getting into a short cotton dress. I caught myself looking at her but she did not seem to notice. I followed her lead and was soon wearing a thin blue nightie that left little to the imagination as well as a thong. My hard nipples were clearly visible. It frustrated me to have to wear clothes to bed as I usually sleep naked but if that was what it took to share a bed with Mary, then who was I to complain?

Her breasts were bouncing slightly as she brushed her teeth, I could not keep my eyes from them in the mirror. I was wondering how her breasts would feel in my hands and her nipples between my fingers. 

We lay in bed, watching another film. She was in front of me and I moved closer, placing my hand on her hip underneath the blanket. I heard a soft gasp coming from her. I figured this was it, if I ever wanted a chance of being with Mary, it had to be right now in the darkness while the alcohol still was in her blood.

I gently ran my fingers up along her side, before letting them disappear into her hair. She was lying completely still but since she did nothing to stop me, I decided just to continue.

I moved even closer, letting her feel my body pressing against her skin. Placing a soft kiss on her shoulder, she finally turned her head towards me, her eyes filled with desire. I gently cupped her face and brushed my lips against hers. The kiss seemed to last forever and still nowhere near long enough. I was in pure bliss as felt her lips against mine.

I ran my thumb across her cheek, caressing her tenderly. As I licked her lips, she looked up at me slightly frightened but slowly opened her mouth, granting me access to enter her. I explored her mouth with my tongue, wanting her to have the best possible experience of her first girl on girl kiss. My hand kept softly stroking her hair, in an attempt to get her relaxed about it all.

I knew I had to use my knowledge of the female body to my advantage, to drive her crazy with need and make her want me even more than I wanted her. After sucking on her upper lip, I kissed my way along her jawline and down her neck as I had two nails tenderly trailing along the the other side. I took my time, slowly placing every kiss right next to the previous. I breathed in her scent, enjoying finally to have her. I was determined not to ruin this only chance I had.

My fingers moved down her sides as I kissed her collarbone. A soft whimper escaped my lips as I saw her nipples hardening underneath her clothes. I desired to feel, taste and claim every inch of her body. I silently cursed the cotton that covered her marvellous body, needing to feel her skin against mine.

I blew hot breath across the exposed top of her breasts and watched in awe as goosebumps began to appear. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue over the warm and soft surface. She arched her back, clearly enjoying my tender treatment of her. Reaching up, I cupped her perfect breasts and felt her nipples through the nightie.

Her fingers found my hair and as she pushed my mouth towards her hard buds, it took all my willpower to resist and instead move up her body to brush my lips against hers yet again. This time she pressed her lips harder against mine and sought out my tongue. Her hands moved towards my breasts, in an insecure manner. I took her earlobe into my mouth as she reached my nipples, making sure she heard my small, appreciative moans. She grew bolder and soon had her hands underneath my nightie, on my bare breasts. I whispered to her, telling her that I wanted her naked. She giggled and began to pull the dress off me even before I got around to strip her.

Soon we were both exposed and, unable to control myself, I bend my head down to take her nipple between my lips. I sucked hard on it while my hands travelled across the newly bared body. My long red nails against her alabaster skin made for an incredibly erotic sight.

I cupped her vulva as I allowed my teeth to graze her other nipple. Her hairless sex was hot with need. I looked into her eyes as I ran a finger between her pussylips, feeling her wetness for the first time. She spread her legs wider, tilted her head back and closed her eyes in pleasure as I found her clit, gently moving my thumb over it. I slid two fingers into her, feeling her pussy squeezing them ever so tightly.

I just had to taste her. Flexing my fingers inside her, I kissed my way down her body before placing my lips around her clit, sucking gently and making her gasp. I flicked my tongue across it multiple times while rubbing against her g-spot. The sweet scent and taste seemed to fill my entire universe and I wanted to be between her thighs forever.

She took hold of my head and pressed me against her pussy as she began to cum. I keep rubbing and sucking but looked up at her to see the most beautiful thing I have ever let my eyes on, how her body tensed and relaxed as she came hard on my face.

She was still shivering as I stopped to hold her in my arms instead. I kissed her tenderly, allowing her to taste herself on my lips. She looked so peaceful as she lay there and I began to stroke her hair. Soon she drifted off to sleep. I watched over her as she slept.

This morning I woke up before Mary. She is still in my bed as I am writing this. I have breakfast and coffee ready for when she awakes. What will happen next, I just don't know. All I know is that we have all day to ourselves and that if I have it my way, neither of us will get dressed -- well, maybe with the exception of one of us wearing my strap on.



When a Fantasy Becomes Reality!



We had been married for only 4 months before I found out I had to go away for 6 months. I was wondering how my sex mad wife would be able to cope for all that time without being fucked?

I had also wondered what it would be like to watch my lovely beautiful 25 year old wife get fucked by a black guy with a big cock!

We had spent weeks talking about it in bed. We both got very turned on by the idea, but it was just a fantasy. It got to a point where, I would lick her pussy, fuck her with a black dildo and talk about the fantasy.

I used to secretly look on adult dating sites, looking for a potential fuck buddy to screw her. I spent weeks looking, until I found the perfect one. Huge black cock, married (No strings), friendly, decent looking etc.... I showed her the pictures of his cock in the heat of the moment and she came instantly!

I contacted him and we spent weeks trying to confirm a date, but whenever we did make plans, one of us would get scared and make an excuse to get out of it. He told me to send him pictures of her, so she posed for some semi naked, then naked, shots with her breasts and pussy well exposed, showing him what he was going to get!

Eventually, we both plucked up the courage to arrange a meeting with him. We arranged to meet him at 10PM in a local garage forecourt.

As we were driving towards the garage, I kept asking her if she was sure she wanted to go through with it. She kept insisting, that although she was shaking, she wanted to do it! He drove to a garage and we met him late at night in the forecourt. I asked him to follow me to a nearby hotel. As we pulled into the car park. Me and the missus were shaking like crazy. We were very nervous, but also very excited.

We walked towards the hotel and decided to get a drink in the bar first. They sat down whilst I walked to bar to get the drinks in. By the time I had returned, the tension had eased. He was a very easy going, laid back guy and he put us both at ease very quickly. Although he said he had never done this before, we found it hard to believe, cos he was so smooth.

I offered to get another drink in, but they were both keen to get a room, so I asked the bartender if I could get a room. He looked at me, then looked at my wife, sat next to the black stud and then back at me. Would you like a suite with 2 bedrooms sir? He asked me. It's 120 for the night. Or if you prefer, and he smiled when he said this, you can have a one bedroom by the hour. 

I was taken aback and didn't know how to respond. I hate wasting money, but I didn't want the barman to know that I wanted a one room apartment, for myself, my wife and a Big black guy! It was a bit of a dilemma, so I said, "No, it's not what you think" I'll take a one bedroom apartment for the night & he can crash on the couch. "He smiled and said, sure....sure..sir. Collect the key from reception, I'll call them and tell them you are coming.

I arrived at the reception and the woman there asked me if I was the guy wanting a 1 bed apt for 3 people? I knew the barman had told her his thoughts! That Bastard! I agreed, swiped my credit card and went back to the bar to collect my wife and her stallion. We walked out of the bar and towards the apartments. I could feel everybody staring at us and talking. They probably were, but I didn't care. We were about to live out the kinkiest fantasy of our lives!

As we got to the door of the apartment, I fumbled like a drunkard with getting the key in the lock, my hands were shaking and my palms were sweaty! I eventually opened the door and swung it open. It was a nice suite. Basic but clean and tidy. Just the job for what we needed. A place to have raw sex!

We all sat down in the living room, the mood had changed now. All 3 of us was nervous. We chatted with small talk for a short while, then I suggested we all took a shower, so we were clean for the fun! I went first, to allow them some time to break the ice again, and left my beautiful wife on the sofa with the black guy. I emerged wrapped in a towel. I had been playing with my cock, trying to make it bigger, as I had seen his and he was really packing! I knew we would all be naked soon and I didn't want to be embarrassed laid next to his huge lump of meat. My wife went into the shower next, leaving me and him alone to talk.

He asked me how often we had done this before and I replied... first time! He said he could tell. He asked me why I allow her to do this and I told him it's because I want her to really enjoy herself, have a wild time, try something different and experience a Big Black Cock. I said, a lot of women dream about it and fantasise about it, but not everyone does it. Out of those that do, many of them do it behind their husbands back. That's cheating I said, but if I am give my permission, or am present, then we can all enjoy the experience. With that, my wife came out of the shower, naked except the towel. He then went into the shower and my wife sat next to me. I said to her, last chance if you wanna back out baby, but she was still keen to go ahead. "We're here now, so we might as well go ahead and do it" she said smiling, pretending like she wasn't too bothered either way, but I could see how horny she was, as she kept fidgeting on the sofa, trying to calm her pussy down.

When he came out of the shower, we all went into the bedroom and were disappointed to find it had twin beds. I quickly pushed them together and jumped on, inviting my wife and her "stud for the night". We all got on, but she was still nervous, so I started off by going down on her pussy, licking her out, trying to get things started. It didn't take too long. I looked up at her and saw her massaging his massive semi-hard cock in her hands! She played with it for about a minute, before leaning over and taking his Fat cock in her mouth! I was stunned to see her behave like this. It was amazing to watch, but so..... I was lost for words!

She sucked him like a slutty whore for only a couple of minutes, as he was rock hard in no time. She gives mind blowing blow-jobs!

He pushed her onto her back and positioned himself between her soft creamy tanned thighs. She shouted at me to fetch a condom quick! I rushed around but didn't know where to look. In my handbag she shouted, they're in my hand-bag. They I thought? What was she planning? A whole night session with her new Stud? I could only manage once, twice at a push, per night!

He ripped it open, hurriedly put it on and positioned his giant black cock near my wife's sweet pussy. This is her first ever black cock, I thought, as I was wondering what thoughts were rushing through her mind! He pushed himself towards her and I heard a muffled whimper from her tightly closed mouth. I guess she didn't want the neighbours to hear her!

I stood behind the pair of them, watching intently as he went in, inch by big, thick, muscly inch, until his whole mighty sword was swallowed by my wife's tight vagina. He moved backwards and forwards, slightly from side to side in a gentle grinding motion. Little did I know, he was just working her up for the hard fucking he was about to give her! It got gradually faster and faster, working up into a frenzy, until all of a sudden he stopped and asked me if I wanted to join in?

I didn't need asking twice and I jumped on the bed, moving alongside my wife. She span round and got all fours, taking my swollen cock in her mouth, whilst her entered her from behind. I was in heaven, looking at the expression of bliss on my beautiful wife's face as she was being satisfied by two men at the same time. She has had more than one cock at a time before in her youth, but nothing like this!

He built up speed again and within seconds he was banging my wife like it was his last night before he went to jail! All of a sudden, the bed broke, one of the legs snapped! So I got up, and went into the kitchenette to find something to prop up the bed. All I could find was an upturned washing up bowl! So I used that, but his hard fucking was too much for it and that buckled too, so they moved onto the other bed.

There wasn't enough room for me, so I just had to stand and watch my amazing wife being fucked by this stallion, right in front of my eyes! It carried on for ages. After a while, I asked her how she was enjoying it. She said she found it difficult to relax, with me there, so I offered to go into the front room. This I actually found to be highly erotic, listening to the sound of a big black stud banging my hot-wife in the bedroom next door. Her moans got louder and louder. I could tell she was ready to come all over his fat tool! I was so excited, I was stroking my cock in the living room!

After leaving them to fuck for about an hour, the sight that greeted me was one I'll never forget! He walked in, with his huge cock, covered in my beautiful wife's creamy pussy juice, closely followed by my beautiful wife, staggering slightly and struggling to walk! She sat down next to me with her glowing face and asked me if I was OK. Ok, I said, I'm fine thanks, how are you. She smiled wryly and said "I'm good thanks". Her Stallion sat opposite with a huge wet bulge in his underpants. He was smiling at me, and said "are we cool man" I said, yeah, of course! I then asked him if he enjoyed fucking my wife, to which he smiled and replied, yeah, she's good!

After a short break and a cigarette, he said can we go back in yet? My wife said that her pussy was rather sore from taking that much hammering off such a monster cock, so she was going hoping to pick this up another night. He said "But I haven't come yet" so my wife offered to take him back in and suck his cock. He walked back into the bedroom first, but before my wife went in after him, she whispered in my ear that he wants to come inside her hot juicy cunt. I told her, if she's happy, to go ahead! She said no, I am just going to suck him off!

With that, she followed him into the bedroom> I thought I'd leave them to it, then after a short while, curiosity got the better of me, so I walked towards the bedroom and then stopped! I could see in the dim lighting, that my wife was laid by the side of him, leaning over him with his almighty cock & it looked HUGE from this angle, in her mouth, sucking him for all she was worth! WOW, it looked amazing, but I thought I had better let them finish in peace, so I laid down on the sofa. About 5 minutes later, I heard them talking quietly, then the bed started squeaking again! "He's fucking her again" I thought! He certainly was! Fucking her HARD!

I heard his big balls slapping against her bum, I heard her moan and scream at the mighty fucking she was getting. I then heard a crunch! I rushed in to see what was happening. They had only broken another bed! I went towards them to try to fix it and was told by him to leave it! He carried on fucking my horny wife with his big dick, not giving a shit that the bed was broken, so I left them to it again, sitting in the front room, listening to her moans getting louder and louder and screams getting uncontrollable! I heard him moan and moan, then get faster, I heard her scream out in orgasmic pleasure. Her cunt tightly wrapped around his mighty fat, wife pleasuring cock. He pumped her hot cunt full of his thick creamy spunk as her cunt carried on twitching in orgasm around him.

He pulled out and I was a little disappointed to see he was wearing another condom. Ah well, it was still fucking amazing! We got dressed and he wanted to walk down to the car park with us, but I had other ideas! We thanked him dearly and closed the door behind him. I led my wife back into the bedroom with two broken beds and hurriedly we both got undressed again. I laid on the bed and asked her to 69 with me. She got on top and stuck her juicy, very swollen, very stretched hot cunt in my face. Wow, it smelled fucking sexy! I kissed all around it, trying to be gentle, as it looked very sore. She gently started sucking my cock and I asked her to be gentle as I was on the verge of coming for about 4 hours! I licked all around the outside of her stretched cunt, tasting the condom lubricant from her black stud's dick. I then did something I hardly ever do. I stuck my tongue deep into her cunt to lick her stretched insides! It was delicious!

She sucked harder on my cock as she was starting to come too! I couldn't hold back and shot torrents of hot creamy come into the back of her throat, as she gushed all over my face!

We then smiled and got up to fix the room back to how we found it, doing as best we could about the broken beds! We went down towards the car park and I had to go into reception. They knew exactly what had just happened! Man & Wife & Black man take hotel room for 4 hours, then leave separately in the early hours of the morning. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to work that out, does it!

Since then, she won't entertain the idea of a repeat performance, even though I am happy to do something similar again, even if it's not with him, but hey... It was a lot of fun! He's keen too as he occasionally sends me a text or an email asking if he can take my wife out & fuck her in his car. He has also asked if he can come round our house & screw her whilst I am away, he said this time he wants to cream her insides!

We'll see!

At the time of writing this, I am still away and she has gone out on a girly night out with her old pals, that used to hunt men like a pack of sluts! She's going to a few bars, one of them she was fucked on the dance floor in! It's now after 2AM and I am waiting for her to text me to let me know if she's going to be late back. If you know what I mean ;-)



When a Friend Came to Visit



Perhaps some of you may recall that I had extended an invitation for a friend to come and visit so we might bury the hatchet. Little did I know the learned man's time was short!

I sent him a round trip ticket from his mountain retreat to Los Angeles. He called to say he would meet me at the airport. I prepared myself with a signboard cut from the side of a Kotex box with his name written in large letters.

A cantankerous grey haired man was the first off the plane, followed by an attractive stewardess who was pushing him ahead. He wore a Sherlock Holmes's hat and a large Nixon button, a cross between Elmer Fudd and Mister Magoo with a little Andy Rooney thrown in for cantankery. Arguing furiously with the stewardess, he threw up his hands, resigned to his fate.

The waiting police escort was called off just in time. Seems he had been muttering about a literary bomb and was misunderstood. Needless to say his return ticket on that airline was canceled.

I met him as he entered the terminal, waving the sign.

"I guess a Trojan box would have been too small," he snarked."

He had only one bag, an old style suitcase.

Heavy as hell, packed with various masterpieces he carried for inspiration and a ten lb. Roget Theosaurous.Too heavy to carry, I rented a wheeled luggage carrier and we proceeded to the parking area.

I helped him up the running board of the yellow Hummer.

"Gas guzzler," he commented under his breath.

"You'll stay with us," I said, "unless you have other plans."

"First we'll see the accommodations," he muttered.

"Can you put on the air conditioning? God damit's hot."

"I thought you lived in the desert."

"You don't know shit about me," he smirked.

For the next half hour we drove in silence.

He had taken control of the radio and was switching rapidly between stations.

"What music do you like?"

"I haven't decided yet," he barked.

Finally the traffic broke and we drove with ease, right up to the driveway of my home.

"Don't you have a garage for this monster?"

"I keep my Ferrari in the garage."

"The Hummer does fine out here, hardly ever rains."

"What do you pay for water?"

"$250 every other month, a little more if I fill the pool."

"Swimming," he smirked. "fuck'en waste of time," he grunted. "Didn't you ever notice, they ain't got fins, humans ain't fish!"

Of course it took us a while to get home, stopping for him to bathroom hop. He claimed the food on the plane was a lethal diuretic. It turned out he had drunk the nonpotable water from the bathroom sink. Several hours later we arrived. The trip is usually an hour. 

"This is your house?" he said when I helped him disembark." "Yes." "Couldn't you find something newer?" he asked.

"It's a 1936 Spanish style, we like it."

"Aw, trade it in on a new one, I hope it has plumbing?" 

"Don't worry, you will be comfortable." 

Once inside, he introduced himself to my wife, "You must be the maid, take my bag". 

"Rest up, I suggested, "I have seats for the opera tonight."

Evidently the accommodations were adequate, he snored for the rest of the day, exiting at 4 pm in a sleepwalking daze, completely nude. I must admit for an old man his phallus was enormous. I woke him gently and suggested he dress.

"What's for chow?"

"Thought I'd take you to a famous Chinese restaurant."

"Nixon open the door to China, you know that? Damn ping-pong diplomacy. Never made no sense. Ok let's go."

My wife, a tall blond former model and my long time Ethiopian mistress, a statuesque woman dressed with a sarong that showed off her gorgeous large breasts welcomed him, kissing him on both cheeks. 

My dear friend greeted them with, "You folks ever get hungry, and can we get going?" and to my mistress, "Maybe you want to get dressed first?"

We piled in the Hummer and off to San Gabriel, a great diner of fresh crabs and assorted seafood. He was relaxing at last, downed three bottles of Tsingtao. Complained that the beer was not as fresh as in he'd had in Shanghai, "can't take the un-refrigerated boat trip to the states," but at least he liked the crabs. Made some joke about better to eat them than have them... No one laughed.

In a better mood he started patting my wife's thigh, she moved her chair twice but he moved his. 

"Your husband thought I was gay," he said in a loud voice. Half the Chinese turned around. The rest spoke no English. "But I ain't gay," he shouted back at them. He turned to my mistress, grabbed her left breast, "Nice tits." She giggled nervously.

We drove to the opera hall, La Traviata was playing. He made some joke that in Hollywood it was called "La Travolta." My mistress had complained that he kept rubbing her knee on the way so she squeezed into the front seat with my wife. Once inside he busied himself with the libretto. He seemed to know the opera by heart, decided to sing along in the last act. Needless to say this caused a commotion and we were asked to leave before the curtain call. "Amateurs, can't compete," he shouted as he was dragged outside.

The next day I awoke to find him sitting in a yellow rubber dinghy in my swimming pool. The dog was in there with him and he was lecturing her on his poetic theories. She seemed content with the attention as he paddled in circles reciting snatches of Dante. Once again he was nude as a grape. Fortunately only my neighbor, whose bedroom has a view of my pool, is a confirmed lesbian and couldn't have cared less had she lifted her head. 

That evening, after I prepared a baby back rib barbecue, smoking them slowly for three hours. He dug in finishing two large servings and then rated my efforts one notch above McRib week. He seemed to enjoy the wine from my small vineyard. "It's ok, could have used a better fermentation, still a bit too sweet." Still, he finished a bottle. Was there anything this genius did not know?

We caught the early show at the new Catalina Jazz restaurant. He frowned, said he preferred the old Miles Davis sets, improve left him cold. At last he calmed down a bit. "Them coloreds have a way with music." he boomed. "It's in their blood!" He turned to my mistress, "Can you dance or sing?"

I swallowed hoping no one heard. I was proven wrong when a beer bottle was thrown in our direction. We made a quick retreat.

As the evening was still young, I suggested we go to a cabaret in West Hollywood, famous for satire and gay impersonators. He seemed to take it all in stride, even getting up to volunteer to sing with the Judy Garland impersonator while waving a large rainbow in shiny glitz. 

"What do you mean that wasn't the real Garland? He kept muttering on the way back.

"I'm leaving in the morning" he announced suddenly.

"What's your rush?"

"Got stuff to do, they're termite-ing the neighbor and I've got to watch that none of those buggers march into my place".

"Well, would you like to have a date before you leave?" 

"What-da-ya mean, a date, a fig, or a cashew?" This was his attempt at humor.

"No, I know a famous escort who will come over and rock your world.

"What's wrong with my world you smug bastard? He quickly added, "Well ok!" I didn't mention she was a transsexual.

The escort visited his room sometime between 2am and 5am. I showed her to his room. Later we heard some screams but it didn't sound like it was the $300 hooker's voice.

When I woke him at 10 am, for his flight back, he had warmed up.

"Boy that was some night! Don't remember much but the first time in years my prostate is not backed up, as he fidgeted rubbing his butt. "Are you OK?" "Just an old scar where they clipped off the tail, heh, heh." he explained. "I might even try my, err, hand at some erotic poetry after that experience."

When we got to the airport, we checked his suitcase at the curb. Then he doffed his cap, embraced me, kissing me on the mouth, and grabbing my crotch at the same time.

"You're not so bad, erectus, small letters, as he squeezed, ha ha, just remember, I'm the big dog—and no more poems or stories about me. 

"Yes sir, I replied." 

His grip was like steel. I knew I had met my match. What an experience! I missed him already. Such brilliance and acidity. Then I realized, ran awkwardly after him, my testicles still smarting, but it was too late...

"Take the panties off your head," I shouted!"...as he entered the x-ray box.



When A Girl Knows What She Wants...



She moved her hips to the beat and smiled to herself. Oh, yes, this was what she had been wanting for so long! That nasty breakup last month, the weeks of moping and self-pity…and then suddenly she snapped out of it. Everything her friends had said about her ex sank in. He was indeed a jerk, and an undeserving piece of shit, and a totally egocentric bastard. It was like she woke up one day a completely new person. The sky was bluer, the grass was greener, the wind was crisper, and that guy in her bio class she’d somehow never noticed before, well, he was sexy as hell. 

On that first day back from her personal pity party, she raced into bio two minutes late, flushed from running across campus, and there he was. She couldn’t stop staring. He was tall, which was a definite plus for a 5’10” girl, and his arms were impressively muscled. His eyes drew her attention the most, though. Deep brown, with that glint that suggested he was most definitely not keeping his attention on the task at hand. He smiled at her, and she felt her skin go hot. 

His frat threw a party the next weekend. She knew he’d be there. She spent more than an hour carefully preparing for the evening, pulling out her most suggestive clothing, finally deciding on a short skirt, tight, silky top, strappy heels, with the requisite sexy undergarments. She checked herself out in the mirror before leaving and smiled. Long legs, slim waist, feminine curves, softly curled hair, smoky gray eyes…she knew she looked good.

And now here she was, dancing to the heavy bass, looking for him in the crowd. She didn’t see him yet, but she kept dancing, swaying, moving her hips in suggestive circles, smiling absently at the hopeful young men around her.

He saw her before she saw him. He was coming down the stairs, looking around at the various females in attendance, when he noticed her on the dance floor. He recognized her, of course. How could he forget her appearance in class earlier that week, when she came in flushed and out of breath, staring at him with those bedroom eyes? He got hot just thinking about how she would look sprawled on a bed, panting for different reasons. 

As the song changed to a different beat, she tossed her hair and looked around the room again, and then she saw him on the stairs. Their eyes met and she smiled, raising an eyebrow: what are you waiting for? He smiled back. His eyes never left hers as he made his way toward her; the intensity of his stare made her dizzy. They danced together for a while, their hips suggesting things their minds weren’t coherent enough to find words for. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He whispered in her ear that his room was upstairs…and she whispered back, “So why are we still here?”

He grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs to his single, closing the door behind him. When he turned around she was standing in the middle of the room, beckoning him with those eyes and that slight, naughty smile. 

He covered the distance between them and began kissing her hungrily. His hands were everywhere. She was kissing him back, moaning when he found a particularly sensitive spot, panting when his mouth left hers to explore her ears and neck; his fingers traced her collarbones and she shivered. 

Her hands reached for his waist and soon his shirt was off. His hands ran over her silky top and then under it, and then it was off and his hands moved to her hips. Their lips met again while he slid a hand up her thigh. She gasped; her hands gripped his arms. He moved his fingers and she arched her back, eyes closed. It had been so long since she had felt these things…she bit her lip to hold back a cry as her release washed through her. He watched her orgasm sweep over her, not slowing his fingers until she opened her eyes. 

God, he loved the just-fucked look! She smiled at him, still panting. Her eyes were smoldering, promising him a reward for his efforts. She stepped away from him, raising his hand to her lips and kissing his fingers. She licked the tip of his index finger and it was his turn to gasp. 

They could still hear the beat from downstairs, and she began to sway to the music again. Her hands went to the back of her skirt. She slid it over her hips and stood there in only her black bra, black thong, and black heels. He was straining the seams of his pants as she moved her hips in the same slow, seductive dance as before. 

She unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. He stared at her breasts; though not huge, perhaps between a B and C cup, they were firm, and they swayed with her body movements. He wanted to reach out and touch her, run his hands over her hard nipples, hear her moan again, but she was turning away from him, bending over, sliding her thong down her long legs. He saw the effect he had between her legs; moisture was gathering there, shining wickedly in the pink folds. 

He sighed as she straightened up, stepping delicately out of the pile of her clothing. She was still smiling as she danced toward him, reaching for his waist again to undo his belt and pants. Now he stood in his boxers, very aware of the sizeable bulge as she knelt in front of him. 

She slid her hands up his legs and gently across the front of his boxers. He twitched. She grabbed the elastic and carefully pulled his boxers down until he too was naked. She smiled up at him and leaned forward until he was inches from her mouth. He watched her tongue slip between her lips to touch the tip of him. He shuddered. She stroked his length with her fingers and licked the sensitive ridge just under the tip. Her tongue was massaging him, swirling and caressing, and he reached out to hold her head. She took him into her mouth, all the way into her throat, and he knew he couldn’t take much more, she had him so ready to explode.

He didn’t want it to end this way, though; he wanted to hear her moan and pant while he fucked her. He hauled her to her feet and kissed her roughly, moving her backwards toward his bed. In his haste he miscalculated the distance and they tumbled onto the mattress. He managed to stay on top, still kissing her, running his hands over her curves, teasing her nipples. Soon she was panting again, writhing beneath him. He moved between her legs and she guided him to her entrance. One thrust, and he was in her, buried deep, and she cried out softly. 

He paused briefly to avoid losing control. She took the opportunity to flip them over so that she was straddling his hips. She smiled at him and began her dancing motions, rising and falling and circling, faster and faster. She came again, moaning, and her entire body tensed for one long moment, squeezing tight around him before relaxing. He grabbed her hips to keep her still while he thrust furiously for a few more seconds, and then he came, too. She could feel him spilling into her in waves, sending mini-orgasms rippling through her body.

She collapsed on to the bed beside him. They lay there, exhausted and content. He pulled the blankets over them both and they drifted off to sleep. She smiled to herself, not knowing or caring what the morning would bring. Oh, yes, this was definitely what she had wanted.



When A Good Woman Goes Bad



First and foremost I need to send out a huge thank you to Grand Teton for his help with editing. I know for a fact this is a better story because of him. Second this is a work of fiction, something from my slightly twisted mind and I hope you enjoy it. There is no sex but there is a bit of revenge in this.

When a good woman goes bad.

I wish when I got married that there was some sort of manual to tell me when a marriage goes bad. My name is Chris and I was always taught that when a man gets married he is expected to do whatever it takes to provide for his family. I know nowadays that has changed somewhat as I see many more working couples or the woman as the main bread winner. When Stacy and I got married I was the one with a good job and a bright future at the company I work for.

Now my job did require me to work some late nights, weekends, and even take a few business trips, but this was part of my job and Stacy did not seem to have any issues with it. She did work those first few years we were married but when our son Jason was born she became a stay-at-home mom. We have a nice house in a good neighborhood with good schools and some great neighbors. At that time, other than my work schedule, everything was perfect. I had a great wife, a growing family and a job that I enjoyed and that allowed me to support them.

The trouble began when we had our second child. You see we had some difficulty conceiving Jason and the doctor told me I had a low sperm count. We were told we could still have children, we just had to try a little harder. I had no problem with that as my wife and I had a very healthy and fun sex life. Well within three years of Jason being born Michelle came along. It was a bit of an unexpected surprise, but a welcomed one. After her birth we decided not to have any more children as Stacy said taking care them was a full time job in and of itself.

As time went on we did have our problems and arguments like any couple but we were always able to talk them out and come to some sort of resolution. Then there was a period of time when Stacy had some woman issues and went to see a specialist. As it turned out it was nothing serious, as she put it, but we couldn't have sex for a while. As much as I had asked her she never told me exactly what the problem was but would only say I didn't need to worry about it. Now looking back, maybe I should have been suspicious then.

I still work long hours at my job but it's starting to pay off as I've been getting a promotion almost every three to four years. At this rate I'll be Director of Manufacturing for my company within a year or two and I know my hours will decrease so I'll be able to spend more time with my family. Jason has just turned 17 and is less than a year from graduating high school while Michelle is just about to start. Both of them are natural athletes. I like to think they get that from me. 

Jason is a star on his school's baseball team and Michelle loves soccer but also plays softball. They're good students and both are very popular. Each of them has many friends, Jason has had a few girlfriends, Michelle is just at the point to start dating. God help me. 

Stacy had been hinting that she would like to go back to work since Jason will be heading off to college soon and Michelle is old enough to be on her own. This didn't sound like a bad idea as my wife did have a point so I said it would be fine as long as it didn't interfere with our family schedule. She found a job at the mall working part time as a sales person for a major department store. This had the added benefit of allowing her to get the employee discount.

It had been a few months since she had started working so one day I was scheduled for an all-day meeting with one of our suppliers but it was canceled at the last minute. Since my office is a short drive from the mall where my wife works I decided to surprise her by taking a long lunch and pay her a visit. I knew she worked in the jewelry department and off I went. Once there I looked around hoping she would come over to assist me in finding something nice for my wife, but there was no sign of her. 

When the young woman behind the counter asked if I needed any help I asked, "Is Stacy working today?"

"Oh no, she is not scheduled to be in until tomorrow," she cheerfully replied.

That was strange I was sure she said she was going to be working today. Maybe she got the times mixed up. So I went back to work but for some reason I couldn't get it out of my mind that she was so certain of her schedule for today. The day continued and I had finally forgotten about her not being at work.

The work day ended and I made my way home looking forward to a good meal and a nice quiet evening. As I walked through the door I was greeted with silence. No one was home yet. The kids must have practice but where was Stacy? Soon I heard her car pull in and she got out wearing what she normally wears for work, a knee length skirt and a blouse.

As she came in the house she saw me, "You're home early. Didn't you say you had some all-day meeting?"

"Uh yeah, but they cut it short and we'll be back at it again tomorrow." I just lied to my wife and I wasn't sure why.

"Oh that's too bad. I had to work a double as one of the girls called in sick so they asked me to stay late." She smiled.

Now I knew why I lied. "Sounds like you had a busy day too. Are you working tomorrow?"

"Yes but it shouldn't be as busy if that girl shows up. I'll get dinner started as soon as I change." Then she went upstairs.

I knew then something wasn't right. Why would she lie about being at work? What is she hiding? It was then I decided that I needed to find out her real schedule. Then I'd wait until she tells me she is working on a day she is NOT supposed to be there. But how do I get her schedule without her knowing about it? 

My son came in the house and broke my train of thought. "Hey pops." He then ran upstairs to shower and change for dinner.

I needed more information, but how was I to go about gathering it and not alert my wife that I was checking up on her. It was the one thought I focused on throughout the night. I didn't have a solution to the problem until the next morning.

The following day I was in work early and asked one of the people who work for me to stop by my office. Sam was a machinist and had been with the company almost 20 years now. He looked around nervously as he came into my office.

I looked up. "Hey Sam. Thanks for stopping by." "Un yeah, sure, no problem." I heard the tension in his voice.

"I wanted to ask you something that is not work related. I hear your wife works at the same store my wife works at and I was wondering if she knows my wife."

I could see Sam breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh I don't know. What department does she work in?" "My wife works in the jewelry department. Where does your wife work?"

"Perfumes and colognes I think. Why did you want to know?"

"Well I was hoping to find out my wife's work schedule so I can surprise her with a night out of town. You know, a little romantic getaway. But I don't know when she works and I don't want to ask her for fear she might get suspicious. Could you ask your wife if she could find out her schedule, if it's not too much of a problem?" God I hate lying like this.

"Oh sure, that's not a problem at all. From what my wife has told me they post the schedules for everyone to see. I'm sure she won't have any problems getting it for you. How soon do you need it?"

"As soon as possible. I need to start making hotel reservations and so on. When do you think you can ask her?"

He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, "I'll call her now since she is still home and doesn't have to be at work until 8 am." He made the call as I listened to his side of the conversation, then hung up.

"She said she can FAX over her schedule for the month later this morning. How is that?" He smiled.

"Perfect, just perfect. Thanks Sam, and thank your lovely wife for me too."

It was about an hour later I had my wife's work schedule and noticed she has only been working 10 to 12 hours a week. She had told me her hours were 18 to 25 per week. Why was she lying? I had a cold chill run through me as I thought of possible reasons. I didn't have time to ponder what was going on with my wife as I had meetings to attend.

Throughout the day I had a hard time focusing on my job. More than a few times I caught myself staring off in to space trying to get a handle on what my wife was up to. After the last meeting of the day I went to my office and closed the door. I studied my wife's schedule and even created a spreadsheet then downloaded it to my iPhone. What was she doing when she was not at work? I had to find out. So I got online and started to look for a way to track my wife's movements. Soon I had a list of items that would do the job plus a few other things that might come in handy. I didn't want these items showing up on our credit card or bank statements so on the way home I paid for in cash a pre-paid debit card.

The following day I ordered all the items I would need and had them shipped to the office. It would take a few days for them to arrive so now I had to come up with a plan and what I would do if I found out the worst. So sitting at my computer I created a list of possible explanations as to why my wife was lying to me about her work schedule. At the top of the list was infidelity. If that was true then our marriage was in serious trouble. But I still had a hard time believing she would cheat on me. Our marriage was good, or at least I thought it was. The sex had dropped off over time but will still made love 2 to 3 times a week. Ok maybe it was a little boring or predictable but was that any reason for her to cheat?

By the following week the items I had ordered arrived at work now all I had to do was put them in place. I had ordered a tracking device for her car that I could use either with my iPhone or iPad to see where she goes. I also received a few voice recorders that are voice activated and several spy cameras that would be placed in our bedroom and a good digital camera with a powerful zoom.

Looking at all these items gave me a sick feeling that our marriage had come to this. I was now about to spy on my wife to see if she was cheating. God I hoped I was wrong about this but I just had so much doubt that I had to know one way or the other.

The next morning I was up a little earlier than normal and placed a voice recorder and the tracking device in my wife's car. After that was done I went to work and once there I reviewed her work schedule to see when she would be out of the house. I saw she wasn't on for today but decided to call her and ask if she was working.

I picked up my office phone and hit speed dial. "Hi hon, I just got in to work but forgot to ask you if you were working today?" 

"Oh, um, yes I am but I'll be home before you." She lied, again.

"Ok, just checking. Hope you have a good day at work. Love you." I had a hard time getting that last phrase out.

With the tracking device in her car I'd be able to see where she went. I could then head home and set up the spy cameras and the other voice recorders to see if she was bringing this asshole into OUR bed. The thought made me angrier than at any time that I could remember. She had to pay for her betrayal of me and our children.

During the morning I checked my iPad to see if she had left the house. It wasn't until around 10 am that I saw she was on the move. Now I thought was a good time to place the rest of the items. I told my administrative assistant that I needed to go home for a few hours and that I'd be back after lunch. Soon I was placing the devices around our bedroom to get the best view but keep them from being detected. With everything in place and tested I decided to see where Stacy was. I checked my iPod and saw she was at the mall. Maybe she did have to go into work today. I figured I'd stop by and surprise her again.

I pulled into the mall parking lot and found her car parked way in the back away from the store she works in. I thought that was strange, I pulled out the new digital camera and took a few pictures. I found a parking space close to the store and went straight to the jewelry department. Once there I saw the same young woman who waited on me the last time. 

"Hello. I was wondering if Stacy is working today."

"I'm sorry sir but she quit last week. She said it was interfering with her family life. Is there anything I can do for you?" she smiled.

"Uh oh no no, thank you." I was angry beyond words.

If Stacy had been anywhere near me at that moment I would have slapped her. How could she lie to me so easily? Now the thought came to me that this has been going on for a while, but for how long and with whom? I was going to find out and make her and her lover pay.

I decided not to go back to work. I picked a spot in the parking lot where I could watch her car but not be seen by her. The zoom on my camera allowed me to observe from a safe distance, and if necessary record what would take place when she did finally came back to her car.

It was almost 2 pm when a car pulled up next to hers. I watched her get out of the passenger side. I saw her lean down, say something and smiled. That simple act made my blood boil. I took several pictures of her and the car she got out of I did not see the driver's face. I did notice the car had dealer plates on it. There are only a handful of car dealers in the area and it shouldn't be too hard to track that car down, I thought. 

By now she had driven off, presumably to go home. I sat there thinking of what I just witnessed. I decided to drive by a few of those dealerships to see if I could spot the car. Leaving the parking lot I drove toward some of the car dealerships. Soon I saw the signs and flags promising big savings or new models. It wasn't a new car I was looking for, but the lover my wife was spending time with. I looked at several car lots but I could not spot the car I saw earlier. I wasn't about to get out of my car because that might tip off the asshole screwing my wife. Then it came to me I still hadn't really seen anything that proved they were lovers. I needed to catch them in the act, but how?

This problem would have to wait as I was preparing for a 3 day business trip to a customer the following week and I needed to keep my head on straight. I arrived home at my usual time and all appeared normal. Reminding my wife of the trip I decided to lie again.

"Sorry hon, but they've decided to extend our stay for the whole week. I should be back by Saturday afternoon. I hope that won't be a problem for you." 

"No, that should be fine" She smiled.

I just knew she was planning on spending time with her lover. I hoped that I could catch them in the act and put an end to it once and for all. I went to bed and pretended to sleep while my mind tried to solve this problem. When I went to work the next morning I pushed that problem to the back of my mind and focused on my work. 

The week went by quickly. I was due to fly out on Sunday afternoon. My son asked if he could drive me to the airport.

I could tell something was on his mind as I drove, "What's up, slugger? You seem awfully quiet. Is something bothering you?" He cleared his throat, "Um dad, I don't know how to tell you this, but I thought you needed to know. Mom is having... well she is having...." He was having difficulty getting the word out so I helped him.

"She is having an affair, yes I know. Is that what you wanted to tell me?"

He looked at me with a mix of surprise and sadness. "Are you going to divorce her?"

"I don't know yet. How did you find out she was seeing someone else?"

"A few weeks ago my baseball practice was cancelled due to rain and I came home a few hours early. It was coming down pretty hard so when I got home they didn't hear me come in the house, but I heard them. I went up to your bedroom and saw the two of them fucking. I was so shocked I didn't know what to do so I went to a friend's house and came back a few hours later. He was gone and it looked like mom had taken a shower." I saw the tears in his eyes as he told me. God I wanted to kill her at that moment.

"Does Michelle know?"

He shook his head, "No, I don't think so, and I'm sure as hell not going to tell her. You know her and her temper."

"Good, because I'm hoping I can save our marriage and our family. Just try and act normal around your mother and sister and if you need to talk just call me, ok?"

We got to the airport and I hugged my son. "Be strong ok? And look after Michelle. Call me if you feel the need to talk."

With that I found my co-workers. We checked in and soon boarded our flight. The trip was productive as we closed a huge deal with a new customer. It took us several days of meetings and negotiations to get the deal signed but it worked out well for both parties. The last day and we were out having a late lunch celebrating when I got a frantic call from Jason.

"Dad you need to come home NOW." There was panic in his voice.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Now I was in a panic.

"It's Michelle. She found out about Mom's affair and, well it wasn't pretty. You better get home."

"Is she hurt? What happened?"

He wouldn't tell me. "Just get home soon. Please."

I excused myself and said I had a family emergency and checked out of the hotel. Once at the airport I got the next available flight home. It was only a 2 hour flight but it felt like a lifetime. As soon as I was on the ground Jason was there to meet me.

"Ok, what the hell happened? How did Michelle find out about your mom's affair?"

Jason looked at me, "Pretty much the same way I did, but she took matters into her own hands. Her softball practice had been cancelled and she went home early. She found the two of them together in bed like I did. The only difference is she took a baseball bat to his sorry ass."

I looked at Jason in shock, but he had a big ass grin on his face, "He won't be walking for a while and I doubt very much he'll ever have sex again."

"She what?" I said in disbelief.

"It seems, from what Michelle told me before the police took her into custody, that they were in the heat of passionate love-making when she walked in on them. She was as shocked as I was, but also mad as hell about it. So she went back to her room, grabbed her softball bat and began beating the crap out of this guy. Once she was satisfied with the damage she'd inflicted she dialed 911 and said she caught a rapist attacking her mother and that they should send the cops and paramedics. I had just gotten home by then and I could hear the poor bastard crying in pain upstairs. Once the cops arrived they questioned mom, Michelle, and this guy Kevin. Michelle stuck to her story that since it wasn't her father screwing her mom, it had to be rape. So she took what she thought to be appropriate measures to stop him." Jason couldn't stop smiling.

"This isn't funny." Then I started to laugh.

When we got home I found Stacy sitting on the couch looking like shit. I went over to her and took her in my arms, "Its ok baby, its ok. We'll get through this. I know this has been very traumatic but I'm sure with some consoling you'll be fine." I was playing up the rape theme so she wouldn't suspect I knew the truth.

She shuddered, "Oh God." Then she began to cry.

I turned to Jason. "Where is Michelle now?"

"She is still at the police station. I wasn't sure what to do."

I got up, pulled out my phone and called our family lawyer. I told him what happened, I asked if he could recommend a good lawyer for this situation. He said they had one in their firm and that he would meet me at the police station within the hour. Then I took Jason aside to talk with him so Stacy couldn't hear us.




When A Good Woman Goes Bad



"I don't want your mother to know that we know about her affair. As far as we're concerned Michelle was going after a rapist. Ok?"

He smiled, "Got it."

"You need to stay here and comfort her, I'm going to get Michelle and bring her home."

I was at the police station taking with the desk officer and waiting for the lawyer. Soon he showed up, looking all lawyerly in his suit and tie, we proceeded to get Michelle released. From what I was told Kevin wanted to press charges against Michelle for assault. I asked if my wife was pressing charges against Kevin for rape, I was told no. I knew I had her between a rock and a hard place.

If she didn't press charges then she would have to admit the affair and Michelle might go to jail. If she did press charges, Kevin most certainly would say they were having an affair and Michelle might very well go to jail anyway. I felt a mix of pride and sadness for Michelle. I was proud that she was trying to protect her mother from an alleged rapist and sad that she had to find out this way about the affair. I knew right then and there our marriage was over. It took several hours but Michelle was released to me with the promise to appear in court within the next few days. I hugged my daughter hard as she cried.

"I'm sorry daddy, but I had to stop him." She sobbed.

"It's ok baby. You did the right thing and I'm so proud of you." I was crying now.

"Can we go home now?"

"You bet sweetie, you bet."

As soon as we were home Jason gave Michelle a big hug when she came in the door. "How are you doing?"

She sniffed. "Better now that I'm home."

I looked around the living room. "Where is your mother?"

"She went to lie down."

"That bitch." Michelle spat. "When you divorce her sorry ass can I live with you?"

Both Jason and I looked at Michelle. "Un, honey, who said I was going to divorce your mother?"

"Well I just figured since she has been cheating on you for over a year you'd want to get a divorce."

Both Jason and I looked at her.

"What!?!? I heard them talking before I took batting practice on him. Oh and I don't think he'll be having sex any time soon, if ever again." She smiled.

I just had to laugh. "I need to talk with your mother first, so hold off on the divorce talk. Why don't you guys get to bed. It's been a busy day for all of us."

I went upstairs and found Stacy laying face down on our bed, fast asleep. I grabbed some clothes and went to sleep in the spare bedroom. It was late and I didn't see any point in waking her to hear her side of the story.

Sleep didn't come easy, but it did come. The next morning I woke up at about 10 am but I felt like shit. I got up and headed down to get some coffee. I found Jason and Michelle sitting at the kitchen table talking. They saw me walking in and they each got up and gave me a hug.

Jason looked at me. "You look terrible dad. Are you ok?"

I nodded, "Yeah, just tired. Is your mother up?" They both shook their heads and Michelle spoke, "Not yet. What will happen now? Will I go to jail? I'd rather go to jail than have to live with her," she spat.

"Michelle, you don't mean that. Look you two; your mother loves you, regardless of what she has done to our marriage. I'll talk with her and see what we can work out, I'm not holding out much hope." I wasn't holding ANY hope.

Suddenly Stacy appeared standing in the doorway, "Please please give me a chance." She cried. " I don't want to lose you or my family. Can't we talk? Can't we try and work things out?"

I looked at her and the kids glared at her. Stacy and I needed to talk but not in front of the kids. So I gave Jason a couple of twenties. "Why don't you and Michelle go take in a movie, then go for some pizza afterwards. Ok?"

They both nodded. As they left they said. "Love you dad." But they said nothing to Stacy, and she noticed.

Once they were out the door Stacy collapsed on to a chair, "They hate me, my own children hate me."

"Well, what did you expect? You were fucking another guy and they found out. So where do we go from here? I understand Kevin wants to press charges against Michelle. If that happens, I'll be sure all of this unpleasantness comes out in the press. You better have a talk with you ex-boyfriend. Oh and if he doesn't agree, you tell him you'll file rape charges against him. Do you understand?" 

She nodded and started to cry again. "What about us, Chris? What about our marriage?" 

"I'll be talking to a divorce lawyer next week. You can do the same, as far as our marriage is concerned, it ended years ago. I'll take full custody of the kids because they, well Michelle, will probably take a baseball bat to you while you sleep. Do you really want to live in fear of your own children?"

"But they're my children. They love me." she sobbed.

"Mmmm, not so much after what they found out about you and Kevin. Look, this is going to be messy no matter how we handle it. I know I'm going to regret saying this but it would be in your best interest to get a lawyer and see what your options are at this point. I'll try and be fair but you hurt me and the kids and that I cannot forgive so easily."

She started crying again, "Chris, I don't want a divorce, I want my family back. Please help me."

"Why? You not only cheated on me, you cheated on our family. The kids don't want to have anything to do with you. You really screwed up, Stacy, and I'm not sure I want to stay married to you."

"Please tell me what I need to do to keep our family together. I'm so sorry." She was crying even harder.

"A good start would be for the two of us to see Kevin and get him to drop the charges against Michelle. Then we need to talk about why you did this and see if this marriage is even worth saving. I'm not promising you anything. If you are willing to be open and honest we may have a chance." I was just saying what she wanted to hear so I could get the charges dropped against Michelle. There was no way in hell I was staying married to the cheating bitch.

"I can talk to Kevin alone. There is no reason for you to be there." she said quietly.

"Oh no, we are doing this together. This involves OUR daughter and as HER father I am going with you. Do you understand?"

She nodded her bowed head as if defeated. Soon we were driving over to the hospital to talk with Kevin, I was expecting a pleasant conversation. As we walked into his room I saw both his legs were suspended up in the air by ropes. His knees were bandaged, and one arm was in a cast, probably from trying to defect the blows from Michelle. I smiled inwardly and thought about buying her a car for her next birthday, even though she was two years from getting her driver's license.

Kevin heard us walk in. He looked pretty out of it. His eyes were glazed over no doubt due to the pain medication they gave him. I hoped it would wear off soon.

"Hey, if it isn't the loving couple. Come on in and see what that bitch did to me." He said this calmly and as if he was drunk.

"Please Kevin, we just want to talk. It doesn't have to get nasty." Stacy said with a tremor in her voice. She was nervous but I wasn't sure why. Then it came out.

"I told you to get an abortion 14 years ago but no, you just had to have another child, even if it wasn't his." Kevin spat.

I turned to Stacy. "What is he talking about? What did he mean that Michelle isn't mine?" "Oh he's just talking nonsense because of the drugs. Don't pay any attention to what he is saying." She was visibly shaking now.

"Oh really. Well then I guess a DNA test will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that she IS my daughter. Maybe I should get one done for Jason as well, just to be sure he is mine too. What do you think, DEAR?" I was angrier than I had ever been.

Stacy ran from the room crying, I just stood there. Then I looked back to Kevin and looked him in the eye.

"Ok, asshole this is what you're going to do. First you drop the charges against Michelle. Second you stay away from my family. As for Stacy you can continue your affair as she won't be my wife for much longer. You got that? The two of you can fuck all you want now."

He started to cry, "That little bitch made sure I wouldn't be fucking again."

Yeah I'm buying her a car for her next birthday. I asked him, "Is she your daughter?"

He nodded, unable to speak. 

Then I asked, "So you and my wife have been having this affair for the last15 years now?" Again he nodded. It was such a blow to my ego that I was glad she wasn't in the room anymore because I would have killed her. I sat down and just stared in to space wondering how could I have been so blind. Then it occurred to me about the problems she had years ago, the ones she never explained to me. 

I had a really bad thought, I looked at Kevin, "That medical problem she had a few years ago, was that another pregnancy that she had terminated?"

He nodded, "I told her that if she didn't get an abortion, I'd tell you that neither Michelle or the last one were yours."

I just put my head in my hands and cried. That stupid stupid bitch, I thought. After about ten minutes I composed myself and walked out of Kevin's room. Stacy was sitting in the waiting room staring out the window. As soon as she saw me she got up and walked with me out to our car. Once we were in the car we sat quietly until Stacy spoke up.

"I know you must really hate me but it's not what you think. It was just...."

I cut her off, "If you say it was just sex, you'll end up in the next room to Kevin. When did you start this affair? When were you going to tell me about the abortion? When were you going to tell me Michelle isn't my daughter?"

She starting crying again but this time I didn't care, "Ok, this is how it's going to play out and if you don't agree to all of it there will be a shit storm that will burry you alive. Are we clear?"

She nodded.

"First our marriage is over and you WILL move out of the house tonight. You are never, and I mean NEVER to set foot inside that house again. Second, I will get complete custody of the kids. You will get visitation rights but only if the kids agree to it. If they don't want to see you again then so be it. Third, if you ever say anything to Michelle about me not being her father I will make your life a living hell. Your family, friends, and co-workers will know you had a child with lover boy in there and that you also had an abortion to try and keep it secret. Oh wait, you quit your job to spend more time with Kevin."

She had her head in her hands as if trying to hide from the ugly truth. 

"Stacy, I never want to see you again and I don't want you near my children. Do you hear me? Are we clear on that?"

She looked over and sobbed, "They're my children too."

"No, not any more. You can visit them if THEY agree to it, but it's not likely. Now when we get home you need to pack up your crap and GET OUT." She was still crying, "Where will I go?"

"Call you parents, call a friend, see if you can stay at Kevin's place, get a tent and camp in the fucking park. For all I care you can go to hell." We drove back to my house. I pulled in the driveway we sat there for several minutes not talking.

Finally I broke the silence. "Why Stacy? Was it not enough for you, the family we started, the nice home, was it the sex?"

She just sat there, "It meant nothing to me. He was great at sex and then he began to blackmail me when Michelle was born. I do love you, can we at least try and....."

I shouted, "15 YEARS STACY. YOU CHEATED ON ME FOR 15 YEARS AND YOU WANT TO WORK IT OUT? GET YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY HOUSE, NOW." 

I got out of the car and stormed into the house. A few minutes later she came in and began to pack. An hour later she had her bags packed and several cardboard boxes filled with her stuff. She went out the front door and loaded her car, then she came back in.

"I'll need to come back to get the rest of it. I'll be staying at my parents. Can I call you and arrange a time pick it up?"

I nodded. "You ruined a good thing Stacy, I hope you know that."

She just looked at me then left. About 2 hours later the kids returned and looked around.

Jason asked. "Where is mom?"

"She doesn't live her any more. I told her that I'd get custody of you two and that she could have visitation if you agreed to see her. Sorry guys, but our marriage was beyond saving."

Michelle came over and gave me a hug. "Thanks dad. We love you."

"Are you ok?" Jason asked.

"No, but I will be with the help of you two." I held them closer to me.

8 years later 

As time moved on we, meaning Michelle, Jason and I, were able to move past what Stacy had done to our family. The kids wanted nothing more to do with her and would only allow her an hour or two visit every other weekend if they didn't have any game or other activity scheduled, and they almost always seemed to have something scheduled for those weekends. I tried to smooth thing over and get them to see her more but as soon as Jason turned 18 he flat out told her she was no longer his mother and that she could go to hell. Michelle pretty much did the same thing and this crushed Stacy. It was the first time in a long time I felt sorry for her. 

Kevin was release from the hospital and dropped all charges after I had another chat with him that if he perused having Michelle charged with assault I would have Stacy file rape charges against him. He walks with a cane now and it's rumored he can't get it up any more, even with Viagra. The last I heard he had seen a number of specialist that must of cost him a small fortune but with no luck. To fucking bad.

At Michelle's request we had a DNA test done and it turned out she is my daughter. When we found out we held each other and cried, we were both so relieved. Now my question is was the child that Stacy had terminated mine as well? That thought will be with me until the day I die.

Stacy lived with her parents for a couple of years and found a full time job. Then later she moved out of state and we lost touch. She does send the kids birthday and Christmas cards but the kids always send them back unopened. 

Jason got a Baseball scholarship and went to a major university and Michelle went to college to become a nurse. Both are doing well in school and are dating. Jason has a steady girl friend but Michelle said she wants a guy just like me. I think she can do better then that.

It took several years before I could date again but I did meet a very nice woman and we see each other on a regular basis. I'm in no hurry to get married again and probably won't. The hurt is still there but life goes on and I feel the pain a little less each day. Thank God for MY kids.



When a Man is a Man



"You wanted to talk, so talk." 

I crossed my legs, letting the skirt ride up my thighs in an attempt to show him what he would be missing from here on out. His eyes glanced briefly at the swell of my generous breasts pressed against my peach colored blouse. My nipples got instantly hard. I don't know what it was about this asshole that my body couldn't get enough of him, especially in uniform. 

"I wasn't trying to hurt you. I didn't even know the girl! She came out of nowhere and next thing I know, she's on her knees in front of me, pulling my dick out to suck it. I didn't fuck her though." 

Even as I felt rage fill me, I felt my pussy start to get wet at the sound of his voice, at the vision of another woman kneeling in front of my husband, sucking his dick. I got up, my back to him, and stared out the window.

"If that's all you have to say, get out." 

The rustle of fabric was the only sound I heard as he made his way to the door. 

"Baby..." 

"I said GET THE FUCK OUT!" 

I've never seen him move so fast. My back was slammed into the wall, the frame containing a picture of us on the beach crashing to the floor. He spread my legs with his, my blouse bunched in his fist, his hips pinning me.

"I'm not leaving till we talk this out. You aren't going to push me and expect me to just go like I'm some punk."

My heart was pounding in my chest, and even as fear gripped me, I wanted him to press his body closer. I nervously licked my lips. His hands moved down to my wrists, locking them behind my back, pushing my breasts into his chest. 

"That's the problem these days; you women think you run the show...not today baby. This is my fucking house, you're my fucking woman and this is my fucking show." 

He transferred both my wrists to one of his hands, freeing the other one. His hand reached under my shirt, grabbing my breast and giving it a hard squeeze. He began to roll my nipple between his fingers, twisting it in an almost painful way. His lips were inches from my face, his eyes locked on mine. I felt a shudder run down my spine. 

"I tried to do shit your way, now we're going to do them my way." 

He wedged his legs between mine, forcing my skirt to ride up exposing the black lace of my thong. His handcuffs dug into the inside of my thigh, his hips pressing into me. I could feel his thick dick getting hard, and while a part of me wanted to scream, another part of me wanted to moan and beg for more. His hand continued to roll my nipple making it even harder, begging for the feel of his tongue. His lips started rubbing the side of my neck, his hips thrusting against me. 

He released my wrists, going for my other breast. I placed my hands against his hard chest intending to push him away, but my body had a mind of its own. I grabbed his shirt, tearing at it until buttons popped and I could feel his naked skin against my palms. His chest was hard and smooth, his small nipples drilled into my palms and I couldn't resist the urge to run my fingers against them. 

His lips moved feverishly up my throat, capturing mine in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, fighting against mine for control. His hand moved to fist itself in my hair, pulling my head back, giving him better access to my mouth. I felt him pull my legs up onto his hips, caressing my ass through the fabric of my skirt, the full length of his hard, thick dick pressing into my pussy. My hips jerked back and forth, the friction of his pants against my clit making sparks fly through my body, making my pussy feel heavy and wet.

Suddenly his mouth was gone from mine and he was kneeling in front of me, his lips pressed against the folds of my sex, his tongue darting out to play with my clit. I reached for my own breasts, squeezing and caressing them as he lapped up my juices through the thong. He reached up and I heard the sound of fabric tearing as he exposed my pussy. His mouth engulfed me, his tongue pushing into me as he parted my lips with his fingers. I thrust my hips forward, wanting him to take more of me, wanting him to fuck me harder with his tongue. His tongue teased at my clit, circling it and then sliding down to my pussy, fucking me with it. 

I felt his tongue slide further back, his hands pushing my hips forward until he was licking at my asshole, stiffening his tongue and assaulting my tight hole with it. I couldn't stop moaning, I wanted more. I heard the sound of his zipper opening and suddenly he was standing again, the head of his dick pushing into my pussy, forcing me to open for him. His lips connected with mine once more, his tongue coated in my juices making me taste myself. 

His hands grabbed at my thighs, hooking them around his waist while he put his beautiful dick in me. He thrust his full length into my sopping wet pussy, slamming me into the wall each time. His mouth latched onto my breast, pulling my nipple deep in his mouth, his tongue flicking back and forth against it. I felt myself about to cum, felt my pussy become engorged, ready to milk his dick with the contractions. My orgasm took my whole body, forcing his name from my throat in an uncontrollable moan, over and over as he continued to fuck me. 

He pulled his dick out, forcing me onto my knees in front of him, feeding his dick into my mouth. I tasted my juices on his hard dick, licking him clean and sucking on the head while my hands massaged my wetness onto his balls. He pulled at my hair, forcing his dick in and out of my mouth. His hips were thrust forward, his head cocked back with his eyes closed. His dick slammed in and out of my mouth forcing me to take every inch. My tongue wrapped around the head, while my lips became locked around his thickness, squeezing him. I felt the head of his dick become more engorged right before he pulled it out. 

He kneeled down next to me, turning me around and pushing on my back until I was on all fours in front of him. He rubbed the pre-cum on the head of his dick along the slit of my ass, teasing the entrance. I pushed my ass in his direction, needing his dick inside it, but he just kept teasing me with the head. I felt him slide his fingers in my pussy, collecting juices to slip into my ass. His fingers played with it, stretching my hole in preparation for his invasion. 

"Please fuck my ass. I need your dick in my ass."

My begging was for nothing, he spit onto my asshole, continuing to tease me with his fingers. Just when I felt I couldn't take anymore, he slowly slid the head in, letting my asshole adjust to the size. His fingers played with my clit, stroking it and making it peek out from my folds. 

He pushed more of his dick in, slowly pulling it out, just to push it in deeper. My hips started thrusting back towards him, and he pushed his full length into my ass, filling me in a way I hadn't been filled before. He started fucking me, rocking his dick in and out of my hole, his fingers alternating between my clit and my pussy. His hand wrapped around my hair, pulling it until I had no choice but to lift my breasts off the floor. 

He leaned back on his heels, his hand still pulling on my hair until I was sitting on him. My knees spread outside of his, my ass bouncing up and down on his dick, his fingers feverishly moving against my clit. 

I could feel my body tensing, getting ready to release again. His breath caressed my ears with little groans, his hips like pistons pushing his dick deeper and deeper into my ass. I was going to cum again, there was no stopping me. I felt it build inside me. 

Suddenly his hands grabbed my hips, pushing me harder onto his dick as he pushed up deeper. I felt the cum stream out of his dick, the spasms causing my body to shake as my own orgasm gripped me. I reached back, digging my nails into his ass, locking him inside me. He pushed my body forward, pumping his dick as his sweet cream filled my ass. He fell on top of me and then pulled me with him as he rolled to his side. 

I felt his breathing steady out as he pulled his dick from me. My hips bucked, missing the fullness. I felt him get up, moving towards the bathroom as he fixed his clothes. I reached for the throw on the couch, my body too tired to move much but needing to conceal my nakedness. I covered myself as he stepped back into the living room. 

He locked eyes with me, prowling towards me and hauling me up to him. He captured my mouth, his hand on the back of my head locking my lips to his. He released me, leaving me dazed and unable to speak as he made his way out the door, the throw held like a shield against my chest. He took one look over his shoulder, "This conversation isn't over," and closed the door behind him. I ran my shaking fingers against my lips, savoring the taste of him. No, it wasn't over.



When a Man Loves a Woman



Dad was going through a very difficult time, it seemed; I guess it was his mid-life crisis or something that was disturbing his mental balance now he was rapidly heading towards his fiftieth year.

Whatever, he just wasn't happy - with his job, with his wife...or with me for that matter; he was at loggerheads with the whole world so far as I could tell.

He snapped at Mum whenever she spoke and whatever I did or said was wrong so I kept as far out of the way as I could, eventually going so far as to find a small flat for myself. 

I suppose I had to leave home sometime but I'd have preferred my leaving to be somewhat more mutually acceptable and I do admit that I felt a bit of a heel for leaving Mum to Dad's moods, but what else could I do?

Yeah, my flat was very basic but it was a perfectly good bolt hole for me - a small bit of peace, although since I didn't have a washing machine and my skills in the kitchen were limited, I still needed parental help quite frequently. Anyway, that gave me an excuse to see my Mum regularly because I missed seeing her. I loved her dearly - we were soul mates who could get pleasure from even just being together.

Although I was still finding my legs on the ladder of industry, I had just about enough income to survive on my own and with my new flat for the first time in quite a while I actually felt relaxed. Perhaps my more laid-back frame of mind also helped at work because suddenly I got an unexpected promotion - it was more of a psychological promotion really; a status change more anything else - but as a new 'junior manager' I also now had complimentary access to the company's own gym; something I could never have afforded.

That was a real godsend to me so to that place I traipsed pretty well every evening; sweating away the pounds of fat and building up pounds of muscle instead. Inside six months I had to chuck out much of my wardrobe and replace my clothes with larger sized items; replacing as I did so, much of my early teen wear. 

Suddenly I was turning into a real man - quite a hunk! Well, that's what one of my bedmates told me, so I'll believe her!

In the meanwhile however, things hadn't improved at home. Poor Mum was still going through hell and I guess Dad was too, at least inside and somehow he just couldn't let it go - he couldn't see that he was doing neither himself nor his marriage much good.

But Mum stuck by him, aided I hoped, by my regular visits to help cheer her up. I'd bring small gifts too, little things that might buck her up and it seemed to work because she was always so bright and bubbly when I was there. 

But I could tell that just around the corner lay the gloom and doom that was Dad and I felt so sorry for her.

I was back home visiting Mum one weekend when it was Mum who made the suggestion that started everything.

"Chris..." she started, hesitantly, "Have you got room for the camp bed over at your place?"

"Yeah, easy," I replied blasély, "Why - who's coming?" 

"Ummmmm no-one darling, no-one..." Mum said, "I was just thinking..."

'What did Mum want to know that for', I wondered, 'There must be a reason.'

Mum looked as if she was working on something in her brain; her brow was furrowed and her eyes looked sad.

"I just wondered..." she dithered, "...I was wondering if it might be a good idea in case I wanted to get away from your Dad for a little while."

"Oh Mum, has it come to that?" I asked, saddened and putting my arm around her, "You're not thinking of moving out are you?"

"Oh no, it's not that bad," replied Mum, kissing my cheek, "But I might just want a bit of a break - some peace for a few hours. I thought perhaps I could come and stay overnight some time - it might refresh my batteries and give your Dad some freedom and a chance to realise what he's missing. I think he might appreciate me more if I wasn't there..."

"Is the camp bed still in the garage?" I asked, "Is it still usable then?" and Mum nodded.

"Yes, it's fine; I checked it today; that's why I suggested it," she said, "Do you think you could take it with you when you go tonight?"

No problem - the fold-up bed was in my car within a few minutes and soon Mum and I were again chattering sociably and enjoying a glass of wine each as we sat side by side on the soft comfy settee.

It was a Saturday afternoon, so I was off work, but Dad was still at it; a slave to his warped mind and whatever drove him on. Perhaps it was better that he did indeed stay at work for long hours - at least Mum had more peace while he was away...

Mum was relatively young when they married - she was just 19 and Dad was almost twenty-five when they wed and I was born just as Mum approached her twentieth birthday - our birthdays being just three days apart. 

And now I was also 19 but single and intending to stay that way - at least I had no fixed ideas about settling down. Sure, I'd bedded any number of girls but I still preferred to be single; my little flat was easy to look after and I was quite capable of being reasonably 'self sufficient'.

Yes - I loved the women, but purely platonically - only in bed in other words!

Like many young men, the only woman I really loved was my Mum... 

It seemed such a waste of a lovely woman to see Mum looking so drab and miserable. Despite our age difference, I always thought that she'd have been great to go out with; a nicely tall, slim, attractive woman; a bit on the heavy side on top but with a wonderfully curvy figure. I swear all my mates would be dead jealous if she'd been with me as my partner for a night. Her lips were curvy and lush and moist; her eyes warm and deep; her cheeks glowing with vitality...that is, when Dad wasn't around. 

And no way was I complaining about the 'heavy on top' part - I loved to see her generous frontage; my eyes would follow her breasts around the room until I'd had my fill. I even found myself imagining what they looked like, unencumbered by her clothes and bra and the erotic idea would send starch to my penis in moments. I couldn't help it - it was just human nature to lust after a good pair of tits!

But right now I really felt for her and quite understood that a break might be a good idea, even to the point of thinking to myself that perhaps they should indeed get a divorce. A break of some kind definitely made sense...

"You weren't thinking of coming over tonight were you?" I asked, a bit shocked by my own presumptiveness; my question raised because I'd been thinking of things, "I mean, I'm not ready for you yet..."

"No, don't think so sweetheart," Mum replied, "I'll probably wait - perhaps leave it a few days, but we'll see. I'll give Dad the weekend to see if he's any better, then if he can't relax then perhaps I might drop in. Not that I'm expecting to come over...it's just in case...I'm sure he'll improve."

I was relieved because my place was a bit of a mess at present; a pile of washing-up needed to be done; a pile of porn magazines was on the table; there was probably a porno DVD in the slot and no doubt some mucky towels and hankies beside the bed...which wasn't particularly clean either!

And I was also relieved that Mum wasn't anticipating coming over yet because the very thought of having my lovely Mum stay overnight with me was sending all kinds of weird and erotic messages around my body. My flat wasn't prepared for her presence and nor was my mind.

"Would you want me to get anything in?" I asked, wondering also if I ought to buy flowers and such, "I mean, do you think you're actually going to come over?"

"Oh I expect I will at some point," said Mum rather sadly, "No, don't get anything special; just put a bottle or two of wine or something in the fridge; they always come in handy. I'll make sure I've eaten before I come over though. If I ever do, that is..."

"Oh Mum, I do love you, I really do," I said, feeling very sorry for her, "Wish I could help..."

"You do sweetheart, you do help," she replied, "And I love you too."

She leaned her head against my shoulder and I rubbed my cheek against her soft sweet-scented hair, my arm still around her while I held and squeezed her firmly.

And as I did so, her breast squashed against my arm and my chest like a big warm comfortably firm pillow that seemed to somehow send thrills right down to my groin, which were compounded when a gently rising waft of some warm oriental perfume filled my senses.

I found myself almost unintentionally moving my body against hers to feel her softness sliding over me, my own softness quickly being replaced by some considerable hardness. I shuddered with a kind of sexual desire because usually when breasts rubbed against my chest, sex wasn't far removed but right now I felt rather confused. My body knew the signals but they were coming from the wrong person!

Quickly I moved to slightly distance myself from Mum's mammaries but she squirmed closer again.

"No darling, don't move," she said as her arm snaked around me and pulled me tight to her, "It's so nice here; you're such a comfort; you feel so big and strong too!"

Yeah - something down in my lap was getting all big and strong too unfortunately and he was being a bloody nuisance; I'd have to move him before too long...he was getting to be very uncomfortable. 

"Hang on Mum," I said as I lifted and wriggled my hips in an effort to surreptitiously relocate my growing and squashed-up cock, "Ahhh, oooo oooh, ouch!"

"What have you done?" asked Mum, all concerned, "What's up darling?"

"Nothing Mum - just got myself a bit awkward," I said, covering my discomfort as best I could, "I'm ok."

But somehow Mum seemed to know damn well what had happened because she pulled me closer again and snuggled her breast against my chest once more, chuckling softly as she did so.

"Likely story!" she murmured, "I'll believe you!"

She squirmed, sending her firm breast sliding across my shirt; sending violently erotic shockwaves to my groin once more.

"Ohhh, it is nice here," she said, her smiling face looking up at my somewhat reddened visage, "You do really feel so solid; so firm and safe, sweetheart."

Oh, I was solid and firm alright, although Mum was the last person whom I wanted to know that fact, even though she'd caused it!

I tried to change the subject but could only think of Mum at my flat, or just Mum in my arms, or Mum and her breasts, or just her breasts. I gave up and allowed Mum to simply press against me; hoping fervently that she'd remain unaware of my plight, but it wasn't to be.

And once again it was Mum who set things rolling as she exhaled deeply onto my chest before speaking.

"Do you always get aroused when you hold someone?" she asked, not looking up, "You're looking very uncomfortable down there."

"Oh Mum, no I'm not!" I replied, feeling myself blush, "I'm fine, it's just my jeans; they're a bit rough; the seams are a bit scratchy."

"Nothing to do with it!" exclaimed Mum, "You were fine until I snuggled up to you! Oh well, perhaps it's a sign of your youth - I wish your Dad was like that sometimes!" 

And with that enigmatic throw-away line, Mum turned in my arms until we were face to face.

"Give me a kiss darling," she said, a pretty smile dancing on her face, "Just a little one."

There was no way I could get out of such a request even if I'd wanted to so I just puckered up and touched my lips to Mum's, lightly and fleetingly - almost a caress. But Mum pulled me back.

"A kiss, I said, not a peck!" she said, her hand coming up to hold my head, "Come on, kiss me!"

Mum's own lips were actually glistening as I closed in and I felt my heart and my cock jumping with excitement. Mum and I often kissed lips but just as a welcoming or departing gesture...but this time it had a different meaning, an erotic undertone, I could feel it.

I let my lips slacken, running my tongue over them to moisten them like Mum's and moments later she pulled me to her, our mouths moulding and clinging together suddenly. 

A long quivering moan came from deep inside Mum before we pulled apart, both of us breathing heavily, even though we'd merely kissed and Mum's warm eyes bored into mine.

"Thank you sweetheart, that was lovely," she said softly, "Have to do that more often - it's so comforting to be wanted."

Oh definitely parts of me wanted her, quite wrongly - but the rest of me was more normal; I wanted her because she was my Mum and because she was unhappy and because I loved her.

"Oh Mum, course I want you; you're the only Mum I've got and I do love you," I said, "You're MY Mum!"

I managed to laugh the almost sexual tension away and in doing so my erection subsided at last and anyway, with that kiss we parted while Mum got on with a few small chores and I made us another drink.

We chattered comfortably while she worked until our peace was broken as the door bumped open and Dad entered. His scowling face told me his mood, especially when he merely grunted at me and virtually ignored Mum as he went to hang up his jacket and taking his attitude as a guide, I pecked Mum on the lips and departed quietly via the back door.

I was back at my flat inside half an hour with very mixed emotions running through my mind. Dad didn't have to be such a bastard, did he? What was he scared of? Yeah - he was scared of growing old, that was clear, but it seemed deeper than that. Did he feel threatened by Mum's close relationship with me, 'cos if so he could go and take a running jump! Mum and I had always been best friends and nothing he did or said could take that away from us.

I set up the camp bed which fitted well enough in the lounge, especially after I'd moved some furniture around, then I undressed down to my boxers and tidied away the porn magazines and the used tissues and such as well. And while I was feeling 'domestic' I also did the washing up, but that was the extent of my housekeeping.

Then I lay down on my bed with the TV turned on. I wasn't really watching anything but it was company of a kind, although my mind soon started to wander back to Mum again.

Mum and her lovely smooth, moist, soft lips again. Mum and her soft perfumed hair again. Mum and her gorgeous firm tits pressing into my chest once more! Mum's naked tits on their own even! God - I really was starting to see her as a sexual object!

Seconds later and my penis rose, stiff as any board suddenly, lifting a considerable tent in my boxers. I put my hand over him, consciously knowing damn well that my touch would trigger a bout of masturbation but right now I needed some kind of relief. Slowly I moved my hand inside my shorts until I could clasp my cock in my fist, feeling the stickiness of my now exposed knob and the small oozing of some precum onto my fingers.

I pushed my boxers down and off, lifting my hips towards my fist, pushing my erection through my hand until I'd pulled my foreskin all the way back, my knob now shiny and slippery and trembling with suspense, my shaft long and straight.

Slowly I began to masturbate, my hand sliding up and down my shaft steadily, in no particular rush to complete the course - just enjoying feeling the deep sexual stimulation as my actions sent wave after wave of lust through my brain and my body. Every wave of pleasure seemed to create another small dribble of precum which soon ensured that my whole penis was slippery and moist in my warm, grasping, squeezing hand.

My eyes were shut but I still saw Mum's breasts, naked, proud and firm before my eyes: a sight I'd never seen in real life but seen all too often in my dreams. 

Steadily I worked away, edging myself along; my mind seeing images of breasts and upstanding nipples and warm wet lips...and then there was a knock on the door!

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, practically leaping off the bed and heaving up my boxers at the same time, snagging my balls in the waistband.

"Hang on!" I yelled as I hopped around in circles trying to get my legs into my jeans and my zip done up at the same time.

"Just a minute!" I shouted as I pulled on a t-shirt and headed towards the door.

And as I opened it so a body almost fell into my arms - Mum, all teary and weepy.

"Muuuuuum!" I cried, hanging onto her as I shut the door, "What happened Mum? He didn't hit you did he?"

"Oh no darling, nothing like that," she blubbed, still leaning against me as I locked the door behind her, "Well, it's worse really; he's just being a stupid, stupid bastard. A stupid fucking bastard! It's just the way he's behaving; that hurts me even more."

And she was off again, tears everywhere until I was able to find a tissue to help her.

Mum blew her nose and looked up at me.

"Oh darling, what am I going to do?" she moaned sadly, "He just doesn't seem to want me."

"Well I do Mum and I love you," I said, meaning that she was important to me and then I wondered if Mum had taken that the wrong way because she looked at me with a suddenly excited look on her face.

"Do you darling?" she said, her smudged eyes suddenly sparkling, "Really - you really want me?"

My mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Uhhh, ummmm, errrrr, well yeah, sort of, Mum," I spluttered, "I mean you're my mother; of course I want you."

"Ooooh, is that so?" said Mum, disengaging herself from me and wiping her tears away, "So how did you want me earlier today then?"

She shook herself as if to shake off the horrors of the last hour or so and her breasts swayed dangerously before me, her upstanding nipples now clearly visible through her clothes.

And although I could deny everything verbally, my eyes just followed her nipples and my cock immediately responded to their presence.

"No Mum, it's not like that!" I said trying to fight my way out of my dilemma, "I just enjoy being near you."

"Mmmmm, you do, don't you," she said, "And that may just be my salvation...!

"What on earth are you on about?" I said, not understanding Mum's change of tack - but she was into her stride now.

"You, my darling son..." she said, advancing on me, "...you are going to be very useful! You might just be able to save me from my stupid bloody husband."

"Eh?" I exclaimed, "What on earth are you on about Mum?"

But Mum had stopped listening and was casting her eyes around my lounge. And apart from the camp bed and a table and chairs there wasn't much more in the way of furniture.

"Where's your armchair; can't I sit down anywhere?" she asked, "And didn't you have a settee?"

"Had to chuck the settee out - it took up too much room," I said, "And the armchair's in the bedroom - that was the only place to put it once I'd put up the camp bed."

"So where do you relax now...oh yes, on the bed, I guess," said Mum as she opened my bedroom door.

The TV was still on and with the window shut the scent of aroused male was still in the air and I saw Mum's nose crinkle as she looked around. I cringed too as I saw the box of tissues I'd put ready on the bed, but Mum seemed to ignore both aspects.

"At least you've got a decent sized bed," she said, bouncing her hands on the mattress, "Is it comfy?"

"Not too bad," I said before I stopped suddenly.

Why should Mum worry about how comfy my bed was?

"Hmmmmm," said Mum, "Guess it'll be ok."

She turned to head back to the lounge, immediately bumping chest to breast with me because I'd been close behind her.

"Oooh Chris darling," she said, her arms coming up to envelop me, "That made me feel all funny!"

I backed into the lounge with Mum still attached and we stood there in close company, both breathing quickly before Mum gently pushed me away. But not before I swore that I felt her hips lift her groin against me, the padded mound of her pussy rubbing softly against my cock, although whether by accident or on purpose I didn't know.

I sucked in a deep breath and Mum smiled broadly at me.