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Mirror Mirror

By: mindlover



I feel your eyes on me, watching, and am roused from my book. Looking up at you leaning against the door, I smile in welcome. I’ve no idea how long you’ve been standing there but there’s an intensity about you that I’ve become familiar with and my body automatically quickens in response. My smile slowly fades and my own eyes become equally intense.

“Come here,” you say softly, seriously, intensely…

Unfolding my legs, I stand and walk over to you. Gently, you tug on the band holding my ponytail and my hair falls past my shoulders. Burying your hands in my hair you tilt my face up for your kiss. I open my mouth to receive you, our breath blending, melding together and tongues meeting. A slow liquid fire begins in my center and melts through my body. I relax and lean into you… letting you take the weight of me. I wrap my arms around your neck and standing on my tiptoes, press closer to you for support and a more intimate contact. Sliding your hands down my back, you press me tightly to you, meshing my body with yours. When your hands come to my ass, you cup my softly rounded cheeks and lift me into you, grinding slightly, rolling your hips into me. I pull my head away and moan softly, fingers clutching your shoulders. It’s so instant now, the way I immediately reach arousal at a mere look or touch from you. I wrap one leg around your hip; your hand slides down to cradle my thigh around your waist.

Tangling your hand in my hair, you tug and my eyes meet yours. The arousal I see on your face sets me aflame and I rock into you, pressing myself against the physical evidence of your desire.

“Do you trust me?” you ask.

Looking into your eyes, searching and wondering at the question, I finally respond with a soft but absolute, “Yes.”

You stand straight and my thigh slides down yours. Then, taking my hand, you lead me into the bedroom and to the full-length mirror. You tip it so that it has a better angle for your purposes. With questions in my eyes, I watch you pull pillows off the bed and arrange them for comfort then reach into the nightstand and take out my vibrator. Finally, you sit with your back supported against the bed, pillows adding cushion.

“Take off your clothes,” you demand, watching me.

Walking over to stand in front of you, my back to the mirror, a soft blush highlighting my cheeks, I lift my t-shirt over my head. This is a strange mood that you’re in but I like it. I like the control and possessive quality that you’re exhibiting. 

Dropping my shirt to the floor, I slide my boxers over my hips and step out of them, pushing them with my foot to blend into the pile of my shirt. Reaching behind me, I unfasten my bra and allow the straps to slip down my arms. I toss it, also, onto the pile. Standing naked before you I feel a bit vulnerable and excited. I kneel and begin to move towards you but stop when you softly murmur, “no.”

Your eyes slide over my body and I fight my natural urge to cover myself. You reach your hand out and I take it. Then you pull me into you so that I’m sitting between your thighs, my back against your chest. You run your hands along my smooth inner thighs and then drape them over your bent legs. Spreading your legs wider, 1’m opened to your gaze in the mirror. My eyes meet yours in the glass and I can barely catch my breath. Slow, shallow intakes and exhales of air raise and lower my breasts. I watch in the mirror as your right hand travels up my thigh, lightly over my pubic hair and up to clasp my left breast. One nipple disappearing under your grasp and the other pressed against your forearm. The hair on your arm is in direct contrast to the smooth rose and cream that is me. You flex your hand and I moan softly, my eyes close and I rest my head back against your shoulder.

“Open your eyes,” you whisper intensely. “I want you to watch.”

With heavy lids, my eyes open revealing dilated pupils. I lick my suddenly dry lips and bite my lower lip. My eyes don’t leave yours as you knead and caress my nipples to attention, forming hard little nubs that press against your hand and forearm. Taking a breast in each hand, you kneed deeply and then softly caress my sensitive flesh, causing goose bumps to rise along my arms. My areola puckers tightly, causing my nipples to rise further. I can feel the hardness of your arousal pressing against my lower back and I rock my hips back into you. I have the pleasure of watching your eyes close and then too, with heavy lids, they open to reveal black, versus the blue they normally are. Spreading your legs still further, my thighs follow yours and at last you can see the little nub hidden inside me along with the moisture that is beginning to seep out. I watch your hand as it slides down my body, as your fingers part me further and you slip into me, one finger and then two, testing my wetness and stroking me. I moan and my eyes close, again. 

“Open your eyes…”

I obey and watch with erotic fascination as your finger disappears inside me and then withdraws glistening with my moisture. My fingers dig into your thighs and I reach back to pull your head to mine, mouths meeting and tongues entwining. You lift your head up to watch in the mirror as you press deeply into me, making me suck in my breath and bite my lip.

“Show me how you touch yourself,” you command.

My flush rises higher but I reach between my legs and slowly begin to stroke myself, middle finger slipping between my lips and beginning the small circular motions that begin my play, that initiates my body to touch. You watch, your eyes intense… and I watch you until my eyes travel down my body and stop where I’m touching myself. I’m slightly shocked at the look of me; two fingers nestled in black hair and the third softly stroking. It’s sexy watching you slide in and out of me and for the first time I completely understand visual eroticism. You slide your finger out of me and slip your hand under mine, letting me guide your finger over me, feeling how slick and hard I’ve become. You murmur sexy, erotic words meant to arouse… and they work. I lean my head to the side, but don’t close my eyes. It’s so damn hot watching us in the mirror, my breasts proud and nipples hard, your hand cupping me, stroking me, my hand over yours, guiding and teaching. The contrast between my nakedness and you fully clothed creates a feeling of vulnerability in me and at the same time intense longing. 

You pull your hand away and reach over for my vibrator. Moving a hand behind my lower back, you tilt my pelvis up and placing the tip of the plastic against me, slowly begin to push into me, white plastic and rubber disappearing by degrees into my hot flushed flesh. My body stretches to accommodate the intrusion and then melts around it, accepting. I stop you with a hand on your wrist when you’re deep enough. You pull out gently, slowly and then with equal slowness, slide it back in. I watch as my body stretches to take it in and then the slight resistance and release on the way out, as though I’m loath to give back the fullness. 

“This is what I see when I’m inside you,” you whisper and I’m flooded with desire. I imagine that it’s you that I’m able to see, sliding into me and then pulling out, glistening wet, sliding in and out with measured strokes.

“Please...” I murmur.

“What?” you ask. “Tell me what you want.”

Shaking my head restlessly back and forth, I try to find the words to describe my need, to form a coherent sentence.

Turning on the switch of the vibrator, a low buzz fills the room and you slip the plastic back into me so that the vibrating butterfly meets my clit. My body jerks and my fingers dig into your thighs with the sudden intensity of sensation and you lower the speed of vibration.

“This?” you ask, as my body relaxes back into yours.

“Yes…” My eyes drift closed as a new more focused tension moves through my body.

“Open your eyes… I want you to watch as you cum…”

I just want to be lost in sensation and escape into that. The desire to deny you is there but I open my eyes. You surround me, with my back pressed to you and your arms around me, one hand caressing my breast and the other between my legs. I rest one hand lightly on your wrist and the other hand comes up to follow the path of your first hand, stroking the hair along your arms. I can feel your arousal straining against me and with each moan and cry I make, I can feel you twitch. I feel so decadent and selfish but am beyond doing anything about it. I can feel my climax coming on and I strain to meet it, my thighs and buttocks tightening, clenching with need.

“That’s it, babe. Let it come. Don’t close your eyes, watch…”

I reach down and press the vibrator closer to my clit and instead of the slamming of sensation that I’m expecting, a liquid fire races through my body and seems to melt my bones, turning me to jelly. I sag back against you, legs, spine and neck going limp as the fire burns its way through me. 

“God, that feels so good,” I say and can’t stop the whimper that leaves my lips.

You shut off the vibrator and gently slide it out me. After leaning me back onto the floor you quickly strip out of your clothes. Gloriously naked, I watch as you kneel between my thighs, and then taking my buttocks in your hands, you pull me close as you slide into my hot wetness: my sensitive flesh clasping you to me, tugging and milking you.

You moan low in your throat and begin moving with deep, long strokes, giving me all of you and taking all of me in turn.

I cry out with each penetration and sink my teeth into you, my arms wrapping around you to pull you closer. I allow my legs to relax into my hip girdle in order to open myself more fully to you, allowing greater access. I can feel your pubic hair rub against my sensitive clit with each thrust that you make and I thrust back, sliding my hands down your back and gripping your ass, feeling you clench and unclench with each thrust. 

“Oh, God, you feel so good… Don’t stop.”

You lean over and kiss the damp hair on my forehead and then take my mouth with yours… hot and urgent. I can feel the muscles of your arms straining and I turn my head to lick you. You bend over so that each forearm is resting along side my head and push hard and deep into me. I cry out and you do it again. My mouth is moist from yours and you watch as my lower lip disappears between my teeth. Leaning in, you inhale my scent and bite my neck. 

“Yes,” I say and expose my neck for better access.

“Do you like it when I fuck you?” you ask and punctuate your question with a hard thrust.

“Yes… please…” I moan.

You claim possession with words and thrusts, forcing me to meet you, to take all of you and I’m on fire, frantic with wanting. 

I can feel your body tense and know that you’re nearing your own climax.

“Now, baby…” I whisper in your ear. “Cum for me now… I want you… need to feel you as you cum inside me… feel you join with me.”

With a low moan and a hard thrust, you fall over the precipice and with each eruption of cum, you push into me, meeting the second climax that’s come over me, allowing my body to milk every drop from you. Each clutch of my body caresses you and draws you deeper. 

Collapsing on top of me you groan and I laugh with the physical release. My legs, sore from being spread so wide for so long, relax along yours. Your heavy weight presses into me, making it hard to draw a full breath, but I don’t mind. You kiss my shoulder and I wipe the sweat off of your face.

“You’re fucking amazing. You know that?” I ask, sigh and then drift to sleep, still surrounded by you. 

Mirror Mirror



Dear Dr. Jo,

I looked in the mirror, just as I had so many times over the last few months. What was different? My extra weight, my pale white skin, the stretch marks that permeated my lower regions.

Before I go further, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mandy, and this is one of the stranger things you have probably heard, although I imagine you get your fair share of unusual happenings.

I recently had a child, Jazmine. Allow me to rephrase, my boyfriend Ken and I recently had a daughter. Only it feels like just me, because of Ken's constant work and lack of interest in our child. Or maybe that is the way I perceive the situation. Ken claims to be too tired and stressed, when I voice my complaints. Which I don't do anymore.

The problem is, we are both 22 years old, and this child, our lovely daughter, was not planned. We began dating after meeting in a coed softball league, and because of some bad timing and luck, I happened to get pregnant. Ken mentioned we had *options*, but abortion was out of the question for me.

That meant Ken had to quit his dreams of becoming a dental assistant, and has to work long hours at a buffet restauran. The work is hard, and his manager is a crotchety old man. I was an office assistant, but had to quit at 6 months and now I have to take care of Jazmine for a while.

Our parents would love to help, but we both have older siblings in college, so money is not too readily available. We do the best to get by, but the stress of a baby, long work hours for Ken, and new motherhood for me, has caused a strain on our relationship.

Jazmine is four months old now, and to be perfectly honest, we have not had sex since. The doctor said we had to wait six weeks, but that was two and a half months ago! I brought it up once, but Ken dismissed it, saying he has been real tired lately and we are so busy with the baby.

I don't believe he finds me attractive anymore. I have always been a tall, large girl, but my pregnancy has left me, well, fat. My mom says not to worry, but the extra weight and stretch marks don't go well...not to mention the drooping breasts from feeding, and my pale skin since we don't make it out in the sun much. So there I was-

I looked in the mirror, just as I had so many times over the last few months. What was different? My extra weight, my alabaster skin, the stretch marks that permeated my lower regions.

The sound of the doorbell shocked me out of my stupor. I wasn't expecting anyone, and it was 10 am, an unusual opportunity to sleep in, given Jazmine's usual early morning wake up cries. I only had time to throw on a small silk robe my mother bought me for me birthday.

"Who is it?"

"Hey Mandy, its Brian Bruno" the voice responded.

I couldn't believe it. This guy, this man, Brian Bruno; was on Ken's softball team. He was a bit older than us, about 25, and has his own insurance business. Before I dated Ken, Brian and I got matched up in this silly game of spin the bottle. About twelve of us from two different teams ended up playing during a night of drinking. It was over two years ago, but I still remember the way his lips felt. Ken and I became an item a few weeks later, but I always found myself feeling funny around Brian, and watching just a bit more intently when he was up to bat. Now he was at my door.

"Come in" I said, opening the door.

"Hey there Mandy" he said, offering his hand.

I welcomed him, and tried to hold my robe together while offering him a handshake.

"Ken told me to come by to see the baby, is he here?"

"No, I'm afraid they have him on for several hours today...they work him too much"

"Is he still at the restaurant?" Brian asked.

"Yea, but hopefully I can go back to work soon, and he can work less hours."

"I've been meaning to come back for a while now, just been busy with all those hail damage claims"

We made small talk and I invited Ken to come to look at Jazmine, since her crib was right there in the living room. He accepted, and spoke of how beautiful she was. He said Ken and I were lucky to have a family.

"Easy for you to say, you live the life of a a bachelor" I joked.

"But I'd rather have this" he responded.

"Well, Brian and I don't have a moment to catch our breath. It really is a life change"

"Well I come from a big family, it wouldn't bother me at all" Brian said.

Just then, Jazmine began to cry.

"Someone must be wet, or something else....." Brian said and we both laughed.

"Yea, she's pretty good at that!"

I felt her diaper to see which chore would be my fate. I couldn't feel anything, which meant something else- she was hungry.

"Nope, looks like feeding time" I said.

I didn't occur to me to ask Brian to leave, but I guess it would have been correct. I picked up Jazmine, and sat in our lazy boy chair so I could feed her.

Brian leaned against the bar in our living room and we continued talking about old softball games, and people in the league.

It was then that I noticed that when he wasn't the one speaking, he would occasionally steal glances at my chest. When I breastfeed at a restaurant or the mall, a guy will occasionally walk by and notice. Brian noticed, and I could tell that this usually confident man was getting a bit flustered.

He tried to look around, but eventually he always came back to my breasts...like it was something he couldn't help. I became self conscious, but I couldn't cover up much, given the way I was sitting, and the thinness of the robe. In my efforts to shift myself, the part covering my legs fell to the side, showing more of my pasty thigh.

Brian's eyes danced all over the place, as he tried to carry on the conversation. Finally, he gave up, and simply stared at my exposed body. Every time I shifted, I ended up making matters worse, by showing more of myself to this handsome man. A man I was once quite attracted to, without my boyfriend in the house. This was becoming an inappropriate situation, and one of us should have made a wise decision.

He could have offered to excuse himelf, or I should have made up a whitle lie, about an errand to run to the store. However, we both just froze and stopped chatting.

When Jazmine was done feeding, I managed to shift her to burping position carefully, but I think Brian may have seen my boob, particularly the nipple. When I heard the magic sound, I raced her over to the crib.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Brian's hand move quickly to his crotch. He was obviously trying to conceal or adjust something, thinking that I could not see. The sexual tension in the room was palpable.

I managed to get Jaz situated in the crib. I must have adjusted the blanket a hundred times, hoping it would give us a chance to cool down. There was still a continued silence.

When I went to turn around, I couldn't. Brian was behind me and wouldn't let me move. His hands came around and held me tight. I felt his soft lips nuzzling at my neck.

"You feel so good" was all he would say.

He began to kiss my neck, sending chills down my spine. I felt so good, with his occasional nibbles and breathing in my ear.

"Kiss me" he said.

I half turned my head, and my lips met his, just as they did at that party years ago. When his tongue invaded my mouth, I opened wide, thirsty for its advance. His hands moved up to my breasts, and he squezed, the squirting lactation, shocking me out of my trance.

"Not in front of the baby...." was all I could out, ashamed of this lewd act.

I turned in his arms, as he moved me towards the couch.

"We can't do this Brian" I said, in between kisses.

He said nothing, but continued to trace his hand all over my leaking breasts, the other going under my robe until he found my pliant ass.

"I can't help it, you feel like such a woman" as he bent down and began to suck my breast.

I felt depraved, letting this good friend of my guy, suck milk intended for my child and in our home no less! But I did nothing to stop him....it felt so good. I should have.

Brian backed me towards the couch, and I fell back on it, my robe falling apart in the process.

"We can't do this" I said, but my arms still around him.

When I looked down, and saw my red pussy hair was now exposed, I tried to clench my robe together. By this time, he had his pants unbuttoned with one hand, his fleshy cock out in the open. When I tried to reach to grab my robe, I brushed his cock instead, precum leaking all over my hand.

I found him very attractive, but this was cheating, and now I was a mother, and he was a friend no less. But I hadn't had sex in four months, six if you count the last two months of my pregnancy!

My hands tried to stop him from getting to my pussy. But when I did, he started to touch my stretch marks and my thighs. Whatever I would cover, he would find somewhere else to explore. My breasts, my legs, my marks, my butt, We were in hand to hand combat.

"You feel like such a woman" he repeated, as if he couldn't help himself.

I was so conflicted, I didn't know where this was going. I couldn't believe this gorgeous man, wanted my bloated body. Finally, my reason took over.

"Brian, we can't do this, I'm ovulating, you'll knock me up again!"

"That is what I want Mandy...Ken is so lucky."

Before I could react, Brian had both his hands gripped on my wrists. He lined up my his cock like a pool stick, and took a quick lunge. It sounded like a balloon popping as he entered me. I screamed, but my legs automatically went about him.

"You feel so good" was all he said repeatedly.

I groaned in response, digging my heels instinctively under his butt, and reaching under his dress shirt, to get to his muscular back.

"Oh Brian, you're going to get me pregnant"

"Brian, you're fucking me so hard, your gonna get me ....." was all I could mutter. "We have to stop"

He kept pumping, undeterred by my words. The faster he went, the better it felt, the more I tried to hold him tight. I should have been pushing him off!!

But it had been so long since I had been touched. And he was so strong, such a man.

"Do you want me to stop?" he said, as he pounded me in to the couch, not caring of my answer.

"We should use a condom" was all I managed to get out, giving up on either of our judgement now.

Brian kept pounding, bringing me close to orgasm.

"We can't do this" I said, but still clinging to him and fucking him back.

"I can't help it, it feels too good." he responded

Brian kept stroking and was not going to stop. His force so strong, he moved the couch pushing into to the cushions. We were sweating now, my read hair dripping on the leather of the couch, my sweaty hands all over his plunging body.

"I'm gonna cum"

"You can't" I said, but squeezing him in with my hands and gripping thighs, trying to trigger my orgasm at the same time.

When he squirted me with his come, the warm baste shot up my vaginal tunnel. I had the strongest orgasm I've ever experienced, first stopping, and then shaking out of control, and I spasmed around his body. We stopped and kissed, his brown eyes looking deeply in to mine.

After five minutes of this intimacy, he got off me. The reality of what we had done permeated our minds, but we said nothing. I went to the bathroom, my robe falling to the floor as I made my way to the mirror-

I looked in the mirror, just as I had so many times over the last few months. What was different? My extra weight, my pale white skin, the stretch marks that permeated my lower regions.

But now my hair was sweaty, as was the rest of my body. The cum of my Ken's friend, leaking down my thigh. Only not all of it was going to leak out....

Looking in the mirror, I saw Brian's face coming up behind me. He moved in a swift matter, and got behind me. He gripped my hair in one hand, and placed his cock at my entry again. Before I could say anything, he was inside me, eased by the massive amount of cum he had deposited earlier.

It felt so good, there was no way I could or wanted to stop him. He cupped both of my breasts in his hands, and proceeded to squeeze them again. Once again, the resulting lactation drove him crazy...and I felt like every inch of my body was alive. I felt like such a woman as he had been saying. That I was to get pregnant, lactate, to have him do his manly duty. I felt dirty, but so alive at the same time.

"Look at us" he demanded, so that I would open my eyes.

I reluctantly did, feeling so bad for what I was doing, yet so hot for him. It was even more intense than our first session, this more animalistic in it nature.

I felt him about to come again, and I was out of my mind with lust.

"Go ahead Brian, fertilize my eggs." I panted, sick that I said such a thing.

He shot his baby batter in me, and again I followed, dizzy with the feel of pure sex.

After more sex in the shower, he got dressed as I made him lunch. I walked around half exposed in the robe as he ate and looked at my- as he called them *alabaster legs*. He was now fully dressed, and looking great.

When I made a move to straighten his tie, I bent slightly over, to do so. When I did, his knee ended up partially between my fat thighs. Before I knew it, we were up on the table, having sex again, while Jazmine slept in the other room. She would soon enough, have someone else in the house to cry and be changed.

Now I go over to Brian's during the day, several times a week. I put Jazmine in the spare bedroom and he and I practice making babies all over the rest of the house. I haven't had a period in twelve weeks so I assume we did it right, but we fuck repeatedly, just want to make sure.

He says I should really have sex with Ken, so there is no confusion when I *come up pregnant*. He gives me money, and will pay for whatever I need to once the baby arrives. He would like Jaz and I to move in with him, but will understand if I continue my obligation to Ken. I love Ken, and I think I love Brian now.

What should I do?



Mirror Mirror



I stirred awake; pushing back the last remains of my dream, as I opened my eyes I saw him and smiled to myself. I couldn't help but nuzzle into him and enjoy the warmth radiating from his body, his heat, passion and love. Slowly I slid my fingers over his chest and stomach as I played with the spattering of chest hair. It was so soft and fine; like him. But as they roamed I felt the muscles beneath, the strength and power they contained.

I moved away from him slowly, careful not to wake him. He looked so handsome and peaceful asleep and I didn't want to wake him not then anyway. I climbed off the bed and took the long mirror from the wall. I placed it by the bed carefully so I would have the perfect view. Satisfied I climbed back onto the bed once more.

I climbed up to his head and on my knees I straddled his head, facing the mirror. I looked down his long, toned body and linger on his perfect cock, I knew what pleasure awaited me and my pussy started to throb. My vision continued down to the mirror where I saw myself, naked and kneeling, waiting yet ready. Straightening up, I slid my hands over my stomach; I felt my hands glide over my tight soft skin. As I slid them up to my plump breasts I smelled yesterday's perfume and it reminded me of coconut massage oil.

My eyes never left the image in front of me as my hands played over the pale tits, groping and pulling on my nipples. I twisted each as I turned each into a rosy coloured nub. I bent my head forward and flicked my tongue out darting it out across the reddened surface. I moaned softly and I looked down quickly to ensure I hadn't woken him, he hadn't stirred. I knew he was inches away from my pussy 

I finally twisted my nipples feeding one to my tongue where I flicked it across the reddened surface. I moan softly and quickly looked down to ensure I hadn't woken you, I see you haven't stirred. Knowing you're inches away from my pussy makes it throb and quiver. I could smell the musky scent of my juices that had leaked onto the lips of my pussy, which begged for him to dart his tongue out and lap them up.

I couldn't stand it any longer, I looked on in the mirror as I slid my hands past my stomach, past my smooth silky mound; I enjoyed the feel of my nails against the sensitive skin there. Silently I spread my lips to the heaven that awaited me. It was so warm and wet, my fingers slid in the musky, sweet juices. I dipped one finger in then the other; I searched for the glorious g-spot.

When I found it I rocked my fingers over the hidden treasure, it sent waves of pleasure through me. I rocked my hips as I sent the hypnotic sensations deeper.

As I sensed a changed in his sleep I reluctantly pulled my fingers out of my pulsating pussy. I slid them up to my mouth and sucked on them as I watched my form in the mirror. I wasn't sure what turned me on more the vision of me above him in the mirror naked and sucking my fingers clean or the taste of my sweet, sticky juices as I licked my fingers clean.

I sent one hand out, searching his body; I felt all the muscles as I removed the thin sheet covering his waist. As the sheet slipped across his cock I saw it was stiffening and pulsating. I knew even in his sleep he knew I was up to something; it must have been the erotic scent from my pussy falling through to his dreams.

I leaned forward, watching as my tits fell forward and brushed his stomach, tickling my already stiffened nipples. For the first time since putting the mirror in place I took my eyes off it and bent my head down, I let my curls fall over his crotch as I gently kissed the tip of his member, savouring it as though it were our first kiss.

I slid my fingers back to my pussy, no longer searching for my g-spot but matching the pleasure I want to give him. As I slid my tongue out and around his head; I circled my clit as I moaned and gyrated my hips. As I sucked his cock into my hot mouth he opened his eyes and saw me fucking my own pussy.

It didn't take him long, seconds really, before he pushed my hand out the way. He grabbed my ass and pulled me down to his waiting tongue. He sent his tongue up the full length of my slit, ass to clit sucking up all my moist juices. He nuzzled into me and nibbled and bit my clit. 

I couldn't help but bump against him as waves of pleasure and electricity jumped through me. I pulled off his cock and nibbled down his throbbing shaft to suckle on his swollen balls. As juices ran down my slit and ass onto him, he lapped them up moaning into me. 

He sensed I was close and pulled my ass down hard, shoving my pussy straight onto his awaiting tongue and flicked it in and out. I moaned out and pushed his cock straight down into my throat without warning. Sucking and pulling him in deeper, I moaned and fucked his cock with my face as hard as I was rocking on his face. I sucked hard as I could as I felt my pussy clench and shiver as my heart pattered. I couldn't have stopped even if he had told me to, my orgasm hit and exploded inside me; my cum gushed from me like a fountain and he lapped it up, never stopping only slowing to give me a chance to get my senses back. 

When I recovered, I resumed sucking, I moved a hand to his ass, his favourite spot, and I stroked and teased his asshole as I sucked his long shaft down deep. I felt his balls pull, heard his breath quicken, excitement rose up in me. I nuzzled deeper as I sucked and fucked his glorious hard dick. I felt his dick pulse and his hands came to hold my head in place before he finally let go. He filled my mouth with his cum, it tasted so creamy not salty as most but delicious. I savoured it before I swallowing the load and licked his cock clean.



Mirror, Mirror



The (Authoress's note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc. This is only a fantasy story. I only wish there is enough here to make each of you happy. To those who have given me constructive criticisms as well as those with praise thanks. If you don't like the story that's understandable but please be kind in your critique. Lauren Westley. 



A lifetime seems to become shorter when you reach fifty-five; also known as the double nickel. My twenty-year marriage had ended in divorce and since we had been a childless couple I didn't contest incompatibility. If I had been more honest with myself I probably would never have married. It wasn't sexless but it was without passion.

During our divorce my last parent had passed away. Mother had outlived my Dad by nearly ten years and since I had no siblings I inherited what little estate remained. The most valuable was the deed to a small ranch house with no mortgage outside Tupelo, Mississippi. As nondescript as the house is it was still my home. In settling the divorce I had not wanted anything from our house in Auburn Georgia but instead found my mother's furnishings quite adequate.

It took awhile for me to decide to move from my room to refurnishing the master to my liking. I had the bathroom redone having taken an adjacent room and joining it to make a wonderful modern, large bathroom. During the renovation an old door to a closet revealed a mirror had been covered over by plywood and painted on the other side. It was a beautiful beveled antique mirror. Over the years it had crackled a bit but my decorator and I decided it would make a wonderful full-length mirror for the new bathroom.

No bathtub had been installed since I've taken showers since I was a young boy despite my mental proclivity. You see, ever since I could remember I had mentally thought of myself as having been a woman but when I explain what I look like you'll understand why I buried the idea deep in a hidden and private area of my brain.

At fifty-five I stand six foot tall and weigh 230 pounds. I'm big and hairy except for my head, which is balding with plenty of white and gray with what remains. I am what you call a bear of a man.

One night, after I had showered, as I stood on the limestone floor in front of my antique mirror looking at the somewhat crackled mirror reflection of me my mind concentrated on seeing my hairy mans' body and at the same time thinking of the girl I dreamed I should have been. Holding my second vodka martini with my naked body in the mirror I momentarily was shocked when I looked down at my feet and for a moment thought I saw feminine toes with red toenail polish.

That night I dreamt a dream from back in my childhood when I visited my cousins. Christina was three years older then David and I. I stayed there for a week. For some reason I ended up in Christina's room. I remember looking in her drawer and finding a simple pair of white satin panties. I put them on and I felt so good. And then I put them back in the draw and pressed all those thoughts deep into my mind as I pressed the panties flat as if squeezing out my unholy thoughts. For my lifetime I only remembered them from time to time.

However this night I dreamt of being in that room with the pastel colors; a smell of jasmine wafting through the air as I saw myself as Christina and not as Bobbie, my mind awake but my body asleep. The night was electric with my dream. I'm sure you've had vivid dreams. This was one of those. I awoke in the morning disappointed and got back to the reality of my job and boring life. By early afternoon my thoughts turned back to the day before and I assured myself I would do exactly the same thing as yesterday and see what may happen.

Even though my mind was elsewhere I saw my big hairy hands complete my workload early and since I wasn't an hourly employee I decided to go home at four pm. The ride in my vintage wreck of a Honda Civic kept me in both anticipation and suspense. As I drove I thought if I were Christina I wouldn't drive this heap. Instead I'd have a Mercedes convertible; white with red leather interior. I'd have blond hair, blue eyes and a skirt riding up my thighs. But here I was, David driving this Civic wearing Sam's Club clothing. Even my no name sneakers told the story of my sorry ass.

Arriving home I lumbered out of the dinged up Civic and walked to my front door. The door was the only outward sign of another me. In a nondescript neighborhood of homes I had painted the door a glossy shade between watermelon and plum. It was an oddity on my street but when I was asked why I would reply, "the color was on sale." But it was a feminine touch for such a bachelor pad.

Home at last with my outlandish colored door closed behind me I took stock of my meager abode. Since this house had been my mom's the living room furniture was old and worn but since my Mom a decorator it had her look. The sofa was green worsted wool and the stuffed chairs a plaid of yellow and brown. Actually it looked atrocious. I guess I knew where my door color came from genetically.

My bedroom was a different story. I had done the whole thing in black and white. It was a neither here nor there scheme and without a gender orientation, modern Spartan. I removed my clothes laying them on the bed and walked naked into the bathroom. Avoiding the mirror I turned on the shower and while waiting for the water to warm brushed my teeth. The one good asset I had. They were white, straight and created a nice smile. In the mirror above the sink I could see my five o'clock shadow, which had arrived as usual early. Washing my legs my fingers glided over the thick testosterone follicles. 

All clean I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. The mirror above the sink showed a middle-aged man who had aged badly. There was no growing old gracefully for me. I had simply grown old. It's funny how my mind and my body didn't match as if God had played a cruel trick on me.

I caught an odd glimpse of my butt reflected in the mirror above my sink reflecting from the antique mirror behind. But I didn't see my flat butt. Instead as I looked I saw a perfectly rounded feminine ass. I could only see the left-hand side but I saw enough to see the curvature of my waist and hairless thigh.

Shocked I stood longer looking then you'd expect. I was amazed. Awed. 

Over the next week I would return to my mirror each night. Spending more and more time looking at the beautiful me. When I touched my body she touched hers. It wasn't mine because my hands felt my balls and penis as she felt her Venus mound and pussy. 

Each night I got to know her body and it was exquisite. I fail at the words to express what I saw. The words seem so mundane comparatively but here is whom I saw. Judging from my height I estimate her to be 5'7", small frame, perhaps 115 pounds. I don't know her cup size but they appear as if sculpted by the gods to perfection. When my hands lifted my chest I could tell how lush they would feel as her hands mimicked mine. Her nipples were moderate pink toned with wonderful areolas. To look at her skin was to think she was photo shopped. The only blemish on her skin was a small beauty mark, a mole, just to the left of her small blond patch of hair above her mon pubis and although her skin was a radiant white it seemed obvious her skin would tan a golden bronze.

Her arms and legs showed feminine muscularity. Her face was strikingly beautiful. Full-unpainted lips radiating a pouting sensuality captivated my eyes.

I spent hours before the mirror studying her and she seemed to be studying me, a mirror image. Her calves were turned so femininely with light blond fuzz and what appeared cotton like in texture. And although I couldn't smell her I imagined her scent to be a mixture of honey and lavender.

The days at work blurred while my nights and weekends were full with an emotional rapture I can't describe. At work I worried she'd be gone but fortunately she was there when I got home.

Everything changed one Friday evening while I standing looking at her. I was very close, within inches, to the mirror. A small smudge on the mirror blurred one of her areola. I reached out to rub it clean when something truly amazing happened. My forefinger reached for the mirror and so did hers. Our fingers didn't stop at the mirror but instead rippled through the mirror and I was touching her nipple and she mine. The shock was mental electric. My minds so shocked I pulled my hand back quickly and began to perspire. Shaking I left the bathroom scared, excited and emotionally drained.

Saturday morning I got up. I didn't even go to the bathroom. Instead I got dressed and went out for the whole day. And although all I thought about was what had happened the night before I stayed away from the mirror until Sunday morning. Drawn like a moth to a fire I walked over to the mirror after showering. She was still there. Dripping wet like I was. Her blond hair darkened wet shedding water droplets onto her breasts.

What should I do? What would happen if? And as if lightening flashed across my synapses a decision and action formulated and became action. I walked into the mirror and she walked out into my bathroom. I turned watching myself leave my bathroom and I realized I was now her. The mirror changed from showing my bathroom to simply reflecting my new body. And as much as I was now who I always wanted to be I was also scared. I wondered how this mirror worked. Why wasn't she there while I was standing here? What had happened?

I walked naked with an unimaginable feeling. The whole movement of my body was different. It was so much more then just the movement and awareness of my breasts. Wandering through her place, now my place, I found I was in a one-bedroom apartment with no windows and no doors. There was a closet full of beautiful dresses and dresser full of erotic lingerie. There was a kitchen with a dining area. The bathroom was large with a vanity and it was in the drawer on the right of the vanity I found this note later that day.

"I have been stuck here for nearly 60 years waiting for someone to change places with. Every day and every night I would come to the mirror hoping someone would be there. Finally you arrived. I have very little to tell you except this. You must learn everything about being a woman including menstruation, cramps, mood swings but fortunately you cannot get pregnant. If you are successful windows and doors will magically appear and you will find yourself in a world where you are the only woman. You have thirty days to accomplish this. If you are not successful the mirror will disappear and you will still be what you are. The mirror is your only hope to find a way out of here. And although I will have the mirror boarded up again someday someone will find it and you may be able to entice them to do what I enticed you to do. The mirror seems to only works when the owner is alone looking into it. I don't really know how the magic works but I know it pulled me in some sixty years ago. Whether you take the next thirty days seriously or not the men will come on the thirty-first day. You will learn to please the very many seductive and perverted pleasures of men with your body. Without the mirror it could be for eternity. The first thing for you to do is pick a name and write it in the red leather bound book you'll find on the top shelf of the bookcase. Serena. 



Mirror Mirror



Calista woke to the sharp spank upon her bottom. "Why are your legs closed, cunt?" 

His deep throaty question was caught in the spider's web of sleep. Like a fly stuck in the sticky strands, Calista shook her wings, trying to free her mind from the haze of sleep. 

Through it all, the first thing, the only thing that registered was obedience. Her legs fell open automatically, without thought. His voice brokered no hesitancy. 

Still it was not fast enough as a powerful slap landed directly on her mons venus. Her clitoral hood that always seemed to poke just out of its protective embrace like a small child peeking around her mother's skirt tingled, both in pain and pleasure. She moaned but His hand covered her mouth. "Do not wake my neighbours with your screams, whore."

Her lungs burned with the craving for oxygen. She battled her natural instincts to fight back. She reminded her cloudy brainy that she trusted this man. They had played these games before. He would not do anything to truly hurt her. She willed her body to relax, to submit even this, her very life to her Master. All resistance left her body as she slumped back against the embracing clouds of His bed. Just when stars appeared before her eyes, His hand released its grip and she gulped life giving air deep into her lungs. His gift to her, His power over her.

Then He was upon her. Filling her with His cock. Pounding at her as if she were merely a vessel for His pleasure. It seemed to go on forever. Her body climaxing time and time again as she held it all inside. She fought the need to scream out each release as her fingers clutched at His broad shoulders like a drowning man holding onto a life preserver. One orgasm flowed seamlessly into the next and the next for eternity. 

"On your knees," Calista whimpered as she felt the hard cock of her lover withdraw from her needy body, but as always she obeyed. It was instinctual for her, especially with this man. As the last tremors of her orgasm ebbed from her, she found the energy from somewhere to move. To comply.

"Not that way. Turn. Face the mirror," His deep voice sent electrical impulses of pure need down her spine to pool between her greedy thighs as she turned to face the other wall.

Her breath caught in her throat at what she saw in that mirror. Dark red hair wrapped about her face like those whispers of a spider's web. Her green eyes were glazed with the passion they had been sharing for hours. Her pink lips that were swollen from His kisses formed the perfect 'O' as He moved behind her, once more filling her with His thick cock. Her eyes grew wider and wilder with each thrust, her head thrown back as she once more raced head long over the edge towards another powerful orgasm.

"Watch me. Watch me fuck my girl's cunt," He growled as His fingers stroked down her spine sending even more erratic messages to her passion clouded brain.

She moaned as she felt the sting of His open palm against her bare right ass cheek. The pain only heightened the pleasure, the drug that He used with such expertize upon her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out as His hand connected with her left cheek this time.

"Mine," He breathed as He surged forward again, burying all of His hard cock deep inside of her.

His words echoed in her mind as surely as His touch mastered her body. The next blows landed quickly on alternating cheeks as He pounded deeper and deeper into her. Her body crested another peak, higher than all of the others. She felt its power washing over her, drowning everything else as she watched that creature in the mirror move back to envelop even more of her lover. He moved faster and faster, matching each frantic beat of her heart as if sensing the depths of her needs.

Calista eyes were glued to the mirror, watching the mastery that this Alpha took with His mate's body and the answering welcome in the creature's movements to take more, give more to her Master. She had never seen anything more primal, more beautiful, more erotic.

Only the deep thrusts of her lover and the loud thud of another blow warming her ass brought her back to reality. She cried out and threw back her head as she felt him lunge as deeply as possible into her body, finding His own release. As she collapsed forward onto her forearms, she smiled, satisfied and content not only with the multiple orgasms that He had given her but her power to give Him pleasure as well.

'Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the most beautiful of all?'...Definitely the creature that Calista saw there. The one who glowed with each caress, each command. 'Mine,' she thought. Yes, she was most definitely His and her body knew that.

For a single heartbeat, she wondered, 'how the fuck did this happen?' But just as quickly the satisfied, throaty voice of that creature answered in her mind, 'does it matter?' It did not and would not. For as long as this thing lasted, she would enjoy each moment, just as the beauty in the mirror did so easily.



Mirror, Mirror



Daddy-dom and 'little girl'. (All characters are 18+)

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Mirror Mirror



There is a full length mirror against the wall at the end of the bed. You stand in front of it facing it. I am behind you and we are looking at our reflections. Actually we are looking at yours mostly. Your arms hang loosely by your sides. My hands are on your shoulders and my head is beside yours so I can whisper in your ear if I want. The dress you are wearing has a row of buttons down the front almost to your waist. You lean back against me as my hands start to move up and down your arms, lightly caressing your skin and shoulders. I whisper in your ear, "How was your day? I missed you so much and thought about you constantly."

"It was okay. I'm glad to be home. I missed you, too."

I kiss your neck. You stiffen slightly from the excitement you feel and immediately relax. A jolt of pleasure runs from your neck where my lips touched it down through the center of your body. "I have been waiting for this all day," I tell you. "I couldn't wait for you to get home so I could touch you and smell you." You smile and tilt your head to one side, offering your neck to me, wanting me to kiss it more.

"For me? Why thank you," I say. I oblige and kiss my way up and down the side of your neck. Your eyes half close as the warmth of my lips and my breath soothe you and begin to relax you.

"Mmmmm. That feels wonderful," you whisper. "You have exactly 45 minutes to stop that," you say with a slight smirk.

"I don't think that is going to be long enough. What happens if I take longer?"

"I guess we will have to find out."

I begin to rub your shoulders. I feel the tension of the day melt away as you sigh and moan slightly at my touch. "Does that feel good, Baby?"

"No, it feels great. Keep that up."

"As you wish, my queen." I squeeze and knead your muscles in your shoulders and neck, alternating my grip between firm and gentle. Goose bumps appear on your arms as I massage your shoulders and upper back. I slowly slide my fingers over the top of your shoulders and down your chest a little way, rubbing and stroking your skin above the neckline of your dress. I move my fingers a little farther down the front of your chest and begin to unbutton the dress.

"Are you getting fresh Mister?" you tease. 

"Not at all. I am merely moving this constricting material in order to more efficiently perform the function I am here to perform at this particular time. Don't worry, Ma'am. You are in the hands of a trained professional."

You smile and lean back against me more as you watch my hands unbutton your dress one button at a time. I slowly work my way down the front pretending to fumble with each button to prolong the suspense and tease you somewhat. I pull the material of the dress open and look at your chest and stomach. You are wearing a white lacy bra. Your nipples stand at attention when I get your dress open. I look into the mirror at you.

"You are so beautiful. And you are wearing my favorite bra." I trace the lace pattern ever so lightly with the tip of my finger. You tremble at my touch and your breathing becomes slightly deeper and somewhat ragged as your excitement builds.

"I love the way your body looks," I say. "Why don't I get this dress out of the way for a minute so I can see all of you?"

"If you insist."

"Oh, I insist."

I take the dress off your shoulders and slide it down your body. It falls around your feet and you step out of it and move it out of the way with your foot. You are standing in front of the mirror wearing only your bra and lace panties.

"Are those new panties?" I ask. "I don't believe I have ever seen them. I really like how they look on you."

"I got them this weekend. I thought you might like them. Wanna see how they look off me?"

"In a few minutes. I want to savor this moment. You look so sexy right now. I am taking a mental picture and making copies."

You giggle slightly at my joke. I begin lightly tickling your skin with my fingertips as I move them all over your exposed skin. You giggle again and wiggle slightly when I touch the more sensitive areas. I kiss you on the neck again and work my way down onto your shoulder. I kiss my way down your shoulder and back up to your neck. You moan as I do and I feel you start to melt under my touch and kisses. 

"This silly old bra strap is in my way. I can't properly kiss your shoulders if it is in my way."

"We can't have that. Maybe you should take it off."

"Great idea." I unhook the clasp on your bra. I slip the straps off your shoulders and slowly peel it off you inch by inch as we both stare into the mirror. When the cool air hits your nipples, they pucker and harden even more. I let the bra drop to the ground.

"Oh my God. You look so incredible. I am not going to be able to keep my hands off you now. You realize that, don't you?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Your voice is hushed. Your breasts are heaving as your breathing becomes more shallow and urgent. My hands move up your waist around the front of your stomach and up to your breasts. I cup one in each hand and squeeze gently. A small moan escapes your lips as you close your eyes and surrender to my touch. I squeeze and caress your breasts. My thumbs strum your nipples as I massage them.

"How does that feel?"

"Amazing." You can barely say the word as you lean back into me more. You wriggle your ass against me. I look into the mirror and the sight in front of me instantly arouses me. You feel me growing hard against your ass. This makes you grind into me harder. I turn you around and wrap my arms around you and pull you close to me. You tilt your head up to me and look into my eyes.

"I want to make love to you right now," you say. "I need you right now."

"I thought you'd never ask." I move my arm behind your legs and sweep you into my arms in one fluid motion. You gasp as I effortlessly pick you up and begin walking to the bed with you. I lay you down on the bed and step back so I can look at you.

"What are you looking at? And what are you waiting for?"

"I want this moment to last. I want to remember every curve, every contour of your body. I want all my senses to enjoy this moment. Each smell, each taste, each touch, each sound, each image. I want them all to last forever."

"Then get your clothes off and join me."

I hurriedly strip out of my clothes leaving my boxer briefs. My cock is hard, stretching them in front.

"Hmmm. Looks like someone is happy to see me. Why don't you take those off and let me say hi."

"Nope. You have to do that yourself. But first, I have to finish opening my gift. You still have your panties on. I need to remedy that situation first."

I sit on the bed and let my fingertips dance across your body. I lean down and kiss you on the lips. Your mouth is soft and warm and wet. Your tongue flicks the tip of mine as I begin to kiss my way down your chin and neck, working my way down your chest. When I get between your breasts, I cup them and push them together. I lick your nipples and nibble at them. You are getting noisier and are beginning to move around more under my touch. I feel your body getting warmer. The passion inside you is rising. I kiss my way down your stomach and stop when I get to your hip bones. I nibble on them making you squirm with pleasure.

"Stop teasing me. You are driving me wild."

"I am not doing anything. Just lie there and enjoy this." I kiss my way down the front of your panties. You spread your legs slightly to allow me access to your pussy. I feel the heat rising off you and can smell your muskiness. My cock is throbbing and twitching inside my shorts as I take in your aroma. I lick the crotch of your panties slowly and firmly, right up the center. You jump and cry out a bit when I do. I hook my fingers in the waistband of your panties and slowly and torturously begin to pull them down. You arch your hips so I can remove them. I pull them down your legs and over your feet. I move over to position myself between your legs and spread them apart more. You look so sexy lying there completely exposed to me. You are rubbing your breasts and pinching your nipples as I look at you. There is a look of pure lust on your face as you gaze at me through heavy lidded eyes. You lick your lips slightly and lift your ass off the bed slightly, offering yourself to me, urging me to continue providing you the pleasure you so longingly crave. I kiss my way up the inside of your thighs and begin to lick your pussy. Long slow strokes with my tongue are alternated with quick flicks over your clit. You grind your pussy into my mouth as I eat you. I put my hands under your ass and squeeze as I pull you closer to my hungry mouth. My saliva mixes with your juices and drenches my face. You are trembling and moaning, begging me to stop, then begging me not to. I lick and suck your clit into my mouth and nibble on it gently with my teeth. You scream out when I do. Your thrusting develops into a rhythym as you begin to feel the orgasm building in you.

Suddenly I stop. You look at me with shock and amazement that I would stop at this time. I smile and tell you,"My turn. You can have more in a few minutes."

"Oh, you are going to get it now," you say with a devilish smile on your face. You come at me on the bed in one quick move, knocking me back onto my back. "You want to tease? Let's see how you like it."

"Bring it Babe. You don't scare me."

You get a mischievous grin on your face. You pull my shorts down freeing my hard cock from its prison. You begin trailing your fingers around my waist and thighs, never touching my cock. "Does this feel good? Want me to touch you?"

"Yes. It feels wonderful. Please do touch me."

"Maybe later," you giggle at me. "I'm having fun now."

"Me too."

You run one finger up and down the length of my cock. You wipe the precum from the tip and rub it into the head. I twitch at your touch. My breathing becomes erratic as you play with me. You wrap your hand around my shaft and slowly rub up and down. I groan from the pleasure. My head is laid back and my eyes are closed. I look up and see you looking at me smiling. 

"Does this feel good Baby?"

"Yes."

"How about this?" You take me into your mouth with no warning and begin sucking and licking the head of my cock. I suck in a breath when you do and lie back, surrendering myself to you. You continue to suck and lick while your hand pumps up and down.

"That feels amazing," I whisper. "I don't think I am going to be able to take much of that before I make a mess."

"Well, then we had better stop. We don't need a mess."

"NO!!! I meant, I am pretty sure I can let you do that all day."

"No, I think you said what you meant. I think we had better take precautions here."

I look at you with a puzzled look on my face. "Precautions? What kind of precautions?"

"We need to put that somewhere that it won't make a mess. I have just the place." You sit up and throw one of your legs over me, resting on one foot and one knee, straddling me. You take my cock in your hand and put the head at the opening of your pussy. With one smooth motion you sit all the way down on my cock, sinking it deep inside you.

"Ohhhh yessssss. That is the exact spot it needs to be." You begin to ride me up and down. Your pussy pulls me into you and surrounds me with moist heat. We match our thrusts and establish a rhythym together. I look up and see my cock sliding in and out of you and become even more aroused. Your head is thrown back as you ride me. You begin to move faster.

"Oh yes. I can feel myself getting ready to cum," you say with a husky voice. "Oh God, yes. I am going to cum." You thrust harder and faster as the orgasm builds inside you. You look me in the eyes as you near the release. I feel my own orgasm begin to build in synch with yours. 

"I'm going to cum too Baby. Don't stop what you are doing. It feels so good."

You hold your breath as the first wave of your orgasm rushes through your body. You yell out as you start cumming. I feel the muscles inside your pussy convulse as you continue to orgasm. "I can't stop cumming. Oh my God!!!"

I feel my own orgasm approach. "I'm going to cum with you Baby. Here I come."

Large hot jets of cum shoot deep inside you as I tense up and jerk beneath you. We become a single organism for a few seconds. Our hearts beat together rapidly. Time stands still as wave after wave of intense pleasure rush through our bodies. We are both making guttural animalistic noises as we expend the sexual energy in our bodies. 

You slow down and eventually come to rest on top of me. We are both covered with a slight sheen of perspiration and are breathing heavily. You lie down on top of me with my cock still inside you. I wrap my arms around you as our breathing becomes more regulated and I pull you close.

When I can finally speak again I say, "That was amazing. You are amazing. And I love you so much. Thank you for sharing that with me."

You look me in the eyes. I can see the love and admiration, the tenderness and happiness in your eyes. You smile and whisper "Ditto," as we both lie there holding each other, content and completely satisfied.



Mirror Mirror



Preface

Amos and Ruby Connelly were sixty four years old and nearing sixty five that fall. They were planning their retirement and were as happy as any couple their age could be. He was a metal worker and general craftsman and she was a housewife. In addition to their work and homemaking duties they worked a small farm to help them build their retirement nest egg and Don, their son, lived next door to them in a small house that was part of the farm. He was a thirty three year old contractor with a growing business and the pride of their lives. 

He was the pride of their lives right up to the moment they were murdered in their bedroom that cool fall night.

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Chapter One

I was having dinner with Rachel, a woman I was dating, and my good friends Merle and Renee. It had been over nine months since I had found my parents murdered in their bed. It was a terrible shock and it took me a long time to recover from that awful experience but I was finally getting on with my life. We were having after dinner drinks at the restaurant when Merle asked me, "Have you decided what you'll do with the old house Don?" 

"No." 

"Still tough to go in there?" 

"I don't go in there." 

"Not at all?" 

"Just a couple of times and I made it as far as the living room the second time before I went out, locked the door and didn't look back."

"Think you'll ever go back in there?"

"I have to do it some day I guess." 

"Do they still suspect your nephew Ryan?"

"The last I heard they did but I think they're nuts. That kid is too much of a wimp to hurt anybody let alone murder his own aunt and uncle." 

"Do they still think it was a robbery attempt?" 

"Yeah but they're pretty sure whoever it was didn't get what they thought they'd find. The whole house was ransacked like they kept looking until they ran out of places to look." 

"What a waste of two great people." 

"You can say that again."

"Well if we can be of any help let us know." 

"Thanks I appreciate that." 

The subject was changed then when Rachel asked me, "You told us you were trying to connect with Travis Development how did that ever work out?" 

"It's still working so I'm still in the running. I hope to hear something in the next few days." 

"Good luck on that. It sounds like a big win for you if you get it." 

"It could be the start of something very good for my little company." We'd all had more than enough to drink so we called it a night and went our separate ways and I took Rachel home and had a Coke with her before calling it a night.

I was in my office the next Monday morning when I got a call from Travis Development. I was almost holding my breath until I heard the secretary say, 

"Mister Travis would like to meet with you. Would one o'clock be convenient for you?"

"I can make that." 

"Okay I'll inform the Colonel then and we'll see you at one."

"Thanks goodbye." I was gentle as I hung up the phone but then let out several loud war whoops and jumped around the office. This would be the biggest project my little company had ever taken on and I was ready for it. I grabbed the phone and started making calls to several tradesmen that I had lined up if the deal went through with Travis. I put them on standby saying I'd know for sure by the end of the day and it was looking good for us. This would ensure them solid employment for many months to come and possibly for years to 

come if everything went on schedule and the developers were satisfied with the quality of our work. 

I was at Travis Development about fifteen minutes early and told the receptionist a lie when I said, "I was nearby so I just came early."

"That's fine Mister Connelly make your self comfortable." She snuck a few potato chips from her drawer and apologized saying, "Sorry, I'm still at lunch." 

"Oh well then we can't be talking business." She smiled and just raised her eyebrows so I continued. "What's your name?" 

"Paige" and she pointed at her name plate that I'd missed. 

"Oh sorry." 

She talked around her chips and said, "That's okay. I'm the Colonel's secretary and all around assistant." 

"The colonel is one very lucky man then." 

"Thank you." 

"Is the colonel part real or for marketing?" 

"Oh no he was a full colonel in the army, you'll see a few photos on his walls when you go in." 

"I'll be sure to check them out. Got any tips for me?" She smiled yet again and feigned a whisper saying, "Be nice and tell the truth." 

"Those are always good rules to follow." 

Her phone rang and she said okay and got up. "Follow me Mister Connelly." 

"Don please." 

"Okay then Don this way." She led me just around the corner and through a door and announced me before closing the door behind me. 

The colonel stood up and we shook hands as he said, "My assistants have done all the hard work but I wanted to meet you myself." 

"Thank you for finding the time for me." 

"So you think you can handle the project then?" 

"Without a doubt. We'll do it right and on time."

"We're counting on that of course. You've had ample time to review the drawings?" 

"In detail Colonel." 

"Very good. I'll have Paige take you to the other office and they'll handle the paperwork." 

"I hope calling you Colonel is satisfactory." 

"Not necessary."

"I'd prefer to unless you object. You worked hard for the rank and deserve recognition. They don't pass out those shiny silver birds for your collar like door prizes." 

"Thank you for the acknowledgement. I'm proud of my service to the Army. Did you serve?" 

"Yes six years also army. Artillery." 

"Good for you. It's nice to meet you, may I call you Don?" 

"Please do." 

"I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other in the coming months then Don and I look forward to working with you." 

"Thank you. We're eager to show you what we can do." We shook hands again and I returned to Paige. "Hi remember me?" 

"Yes I do as a matter of fact. If you'll follow me I'll turn you over to Walt and his paper shuffling." I smiled at her and thanked her for her help before she disappeared leaving me to Walt who was much less attractive to say nothing of the leg issue.

I took my time reviewing the paperwork and finally signed on all of the indicated lines and shook Mel's hand and left for home. I was on my cell phone even before I reached my truck and started calling my crews with the good news. I wanted to get them all together so I could give them a hard speech about quality and on time performance if they wanted to keep working. With those two qualities satisfied I could almost guarantee them of long term uninterrupted work at very competitive wages starting in just a few weeks. 

It was late that night and I was almost asleep when my phone rang. "Don this is Earl across the street. You might want to know somebody is in the old house. I saw a small light dance around just a minute ago." 

"Thanks Earl I'll call the police. I punched nine eleven and they were quick to respond. I waited until I was sure it was safe and walked across the lawn to the old house and found one of the officers. "Hi I'm the one that called." 

"So this is your place then?" 

"I own it yes." "We caught the young man inside trying to find something to steal. He made quite a mess." 

"No it was like that before from a previous crime. The house has been empty for quite a few months." 

"Oh I'm glad to know that. You better come inside with me then and have a look around." 

"Uh...no that's okay. I'll see that the door is secured though." 

"Are you sure?" "As long as his hands are empty I'm okay with that. Besides the power is off in there so it will be impossible to tell anyway." 

"Okay. You're?" 

"Don Connelly." 

"Thank you Mister Connelly." 

"Thanks to you guys for getting here so quickly." I made it back home and dropped into bed and went right to sleep.

*

Chapter Two

The next morning I did secure the door to the old house and called to have the electricity turned back on. But I still wasn't going inside to check it out. It just wasn't that important to me. I called the florist and ordered one red rose to be delivered to Paige just because she was so pretty and had been so supportive and nice and then spent the rest of the day in my office getting things lined up for the upcoming job with Travis. Late that afternoon all of the guys that I'd called showed up and we had a little meeting in my kitchen complete with ice cold beer and pizza. A little bribery never hurts. I gave them my speech and pushed my points hard. It wasn't likely I'd ever get this kind of chance again to make my company grow and in the process make my bank account grow. The last thing I did was name supervisors for my two crews. I wouldn't have time to deal with what else I had going on plus day to day supervision.

Within days of signing the contracts I received a call from Travis Development. "Mister Connelly this is Paige, the colonel's secretary calling." 

"Hi Paige and you're supposed to call me Don remember?" 

"I forgot. Oh and thank you very much for the rose. Anyway, I have that packet of drawings you were expecting and I was going to drop them off if it's convenient for you." 

"I'll be here a good part of the day." 

"Would four o'clock work?" 

"I'll be looking for you. Do you need directions?" 

"I'll call you if I get lost." 

"See you at four then."

It was about five after when she rang my doorbell and when I opened the door she smiled and looked at her watch. "I got lost...but just for a minute or two." 

She was too cute for words. I stepped back and said, "Come in, I have fresh coffee if you have time." "Thank you I can spare a few minutes for fresh coffee." I led her to my little office which was actually my living room and told her to make herself comfortable as I went for coffee. When I returned I put a tray down with our coffee and cream and sugar and said, "I know this isn't much of an office but I haven't decided what I want to do about it." 

I watched her to see how she drank her coffee just in case she came by again and she said, "Well if it works for you that's all that matters." 

She drank her coffee black. "Well I do need more office space and it would be nice to have my living room back." 

"Too bad you don't live in that big house next door." 

"That was my parents house, this is all part of their little farm." 

"You say that was? They don't live there anymore?" 

"No they were murdered last fall." 

I watched as her cup stopped at her lips and she looked at me. "Oh my God really?" 

"I found them in their bedroom." 

She put her cup down without drinking and looked at me and said, "I'm so sorry...I..." 

"Thanks. I know I still can't believe it myself even after all this time." 

"Did they find who was responsible?" 

"They never have." 

"I'm sorry that's rude of me to make you talk about it." 

"I'm okay talking about it, I just can't make myself go into the house even now." 

"I, um what will you do with the house?" 

"I'm still undecided about that. Don't be uncomfortable Paige it's good for me to talk about it." 

"It's just such a shock." 

"Believe me I understand. There's just no simple or gentle way to tell somebody." 

"No I guess not but what a shame though. And that big house just sitting there too." 

"The murderer tore the place up looking for something to steal and I never even cleaned it up." 

"So it's just as you found it." 

"Pretty much." She continued to look at me, most likely trying to decide if she should stop asking questions or maybe just leave. "On a lighter note, what's it like working for the colonel?" 

"He's okay. He can get ornery some times but it never lasts and I learned early on not to take it too seriously. I think it's the old commander mentality sneaking out. He knows all he has to do is say something and I'll see that it's done." Paige set her cup down and said, "Well I better get going I have one more stop to make before I can go home." 

I walked her to the door and said, "Thanks for bringing that over." 

"My pleasure Don. She stopped and turned around to face me, which put the old house just in her peripheral vision to her left and she said, "I really am sorry about your parents." 

"Thank you." 

She looked toward the house for several seconds and smiled. "That house has such a warm homey look to it." It was still a couple of seconds before she turned back to me and smiled. "Bye Don. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other in the coming months." 

"I hope so." I watched her get in her little car and she was soon tearing off down the road.

The next few weeks went pretty smoothly for me but we were just starting the rough framing of the two houses for Travis Development. I knew from experience that there would be change orders coming and arguments with suppliers or the architect or somebody before too long. I had dinner with Rachel Friday night and half way through the meal she said, "You seem preoccupied or something." 

"Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind. I quoted the Travis project pretty tightly because I wanted to get my foot in the door with them. Because of that I have to be damn sure everything goes by the numbers if I want to see any profit from all of the work." 

"I just wanted to make sure you felt okay." 

"I'm fine and I'm sorry to be such dull company." 

"That's okay. Job stress seems to be the order of the day for most of us anymore." 

"There's more than enough of it." 

I was riding my crews hard but in spite of that we were just a couple of days ahead of what I wanted to see. At least we weren't running behind and nobody could complain about the quality either. I had just left the first building site and was headed for the second one when I got a call. When I opened the phone I saw who it was but kept it professional saying, "Connelly Construction." 

"Don it's Paige."

"Hi what's up?" 

"I heard a rumor about you and I just wanted to confirm it." 

"I'm pretty sure I'm innocent of all charges but go ahead." 

"I heard that you're having a feast at your place for the crew that completes their framing first." 

"I don't know where you heard that but it's true." 

"I told the colonel and he was impressed with your tactics." 

"It's a tactic I'm sure he used in the Army more than once. I'm on my way to check my second crew and if I'm right they are the winners. The feast will be next Sunday afternoon. Care to join us?" 

"Me be the only woman among a whole crew of construction guys? I'm not that crazy."

"I'll protect you with my life. We're having ribs from Bubba's and cole slaw, beer and chips and more." 

"I'll think about it." 

"Food will be there at one so you better be here before then for the best seat." 

"Oh no I'd stay standing so I could escape faster if needed." 

"Well think about it. Bubba's ribs are the best you'll ever find. Oh and the beer will be ice cold." 

"Hot summer Sunday in Knoxville and ice cold beer and ribs. You make it pretty tempting." 

"Give it some thought." 

"I will. Oh I know I have a couple of change orders that I was going to fax to you. I'll bring those and make it a business call." 

"That's perfect, see you then. Oh and tell the colonel he's invited too." 

"I'll do that."

*

Chapter Three

By noon Sunday I had my backyard set up for the feast. There were two coolers crammed full of cold beer and ice along with a few soft drinks. The food was delivered and just as the catering truck pulled away my crew pulled in. It took them about thirty seconds to find the beer coolers. It was no more than ten minutes later that Paige followed the noise and appeared around the corner of my house. I saw her out of the corner of my eye and called out, "Hey, glad you came." Everybody looked and saw Paige just as she saw the three wives that had come with my guys. 

Her first act was to slap my shoulder hard and say, "You led me to believe I was the only woman coming." 

When they saw me getting hit they all applauded and whistled and I laughed. "I wanted to see if you had the nerve to come anyway." 

"That was so dirty." I lightly put my hand on her back and introduced her to everybody and got her a beer. Paige helped me spread the food and for the next hour we all ate too much and while the others worked on the beer supply Paige insisted on helping me pick up the leftovers and take them inside. As we stuffed paper plates and napkins in a trash bag Paige said, "Judging from the beer and food consumption I'd say your feast was a success." 

"They're a hard working group so they earned this." 

"I have to think it will guarantee their loyalty and continued hard work too." 

"I hope so. We always have something like this for everybody at the end of a project too. It doesn't cost me a lot and I think it really helps the cohesion of the teams." 

"God you sound like the colonel." 

"Maybe we think a lot alike because of our Army background." 

"Maybe so." She rinsed her hands off and said, "I stopped in front of your other house for a few minutes as I came by and just looked at it." 

"That really bothered you didn't it?" 

"It did." 

"I'm sorry." 

"Don't be sorry for me. It's just such an awful thing to have to experience both for them and for you." 

"So what went through your mind as you sat there in front of the house?" 

"I think your parents would be sad if they knew their home was just sitting idle like that." 

I smiled at her and said, "Oh great. Now I have the burden of guilt too." 

"Well you asked and that is what came to me." 

"Want to go over and see it?" 

"Would it bother you a lot?" 

"I'd be okay." 

"Then yes." 

"Want a beer to go?" 

"Sure." I grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and we went out the front door and walked the couple of hundred feet next door. 

We stood about thirty feet out from it and looked at it. There was a large porch that wrapped across the far half of the house that opened larger and went across the front of the large eat in kitchen. "Paige, the room to your left is the 

living room and then the one right behind the porch is the kitchen. Behind the kitchen is the dining room and then there are two bedrooms with a Jack and Jill bathroom between them." 

"The Jack and Jill bathroom sounds pretty modern." 

"I did that for them for their fortieth anniversary. Upstairs is another bedroom and bathroom and Mom's sewing and craft room. Still want to see inside?" 

"Don if you'd rather not I certainly understand." 

"No as long as I don't go to the bedroom and we don't stay long I'll be okay." I smiled and added, "Of course it would help if you held my hand." She just smiled and without commenting took my hand in hers as we approached the front door. I unlocked the door and Paige led the way into the entryway and the living room. I stood behind her and let her look around in silence. The living room hadn't been ransacked so other than the heavy coat of dust it looked perfectly normal. 

I watched as she tentatively touched a few things and studied the room from ceiling to floor. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled and said, "It's just like I pictured it to be." We made our way through the dining room and into the old kitchen and she saw where things had been pulled from the cupboards and tossed around. At least the dishes hadn't been taken out and broken. I had opened and emptied the refrigerator right after the murders and it still stood as I had left it. Paige still held my hand as we stood in the middle of the room in silence until I said, "I won't go back to the bedrooms but if you want you can." "Is it...I mean did they..." 

"No that was cleaned up by a company from Knoxville and the bed is gone." 

"Okay" and she eased down the hall and looked into both bedrooms while I made my way back to the front door and waited for her. I watched her reappear and come over to me and take my hand in both of hers. 




Mirror Mirror



I looked at her and noticed she had tears in her eyes. "Come on let's get out of here." 

As we made our way down the walk she said, "It's so sad, such a waste." 

"Going in there wasn't such a good idea was it." 

"No I'm okay. It's just that I could feel them living there and it just isn't fair that they were robbed of the rest of their lives." I just squeezed her hand and we continued our walk back to the gang and the beer while shaking off the sadness as we went. We went in through the front and headed for the kitchen and rejoined the group. For the next couple of hours we all talked and drank. One by one the others finally left and Paige was getting ready to go. She looked into my eyes and said, "Thanks for inviting me and thanks for the tour." 

"You're welcome. The next time you come I hope I don't make you cry though." 

She just smiled and said, "I'm not worried." I walked her to her car and as she got in I said, "I hope my shoulder will be okay." 

She looked at me with a guilty smile and said, "I'm sorry about that." 

"The gang loved seeing you beat on me." 

"So should I hit you again the next time?" 

"No once is good." She gave me one more smile and then headed home.

We hadn't even gotten much past the framing stage on the houses when another change order came in by fax on the first house. I looked it over and took it to out to the crew and went back home to calculate the cost of the change and what I'd charge for it. I sent a fax back detailing the changes and the cost to be added to the project and went on about my day. After that two more change orders came in and I followed the same routine with those. I knew there was 

going to be more and I was betting it was because Travis Development had already sold the homes and the buyers were penciling in some changes. Those had to go to the architect, then back to Travis and then to me.

The next changes came by way of personal delivery by Paige after she had called ahead. When she arrived she handed me a packet and said, "Good luck, 

there are several in there." 

"Damn. Okay, what the customer wants he gets. I shouldn't complain though since it just increases my profits." 

"Will it affect the time frame?" 

"It could but I hope not. I'll look at these in the morning and get them to the guys." I looked at my watch and asked her, "You're not heading back to the office now are you?" 

"No I'm done for the week." "I was going to meet a couple of friends of mine for dinner, could I persuade you to join us? Nothing fancy." 

"It's kind of early to eat isn't it?" 

"Well by the time you and I have coffee and visit and then we meet them and have a drink it will be time for dinner. I promise stimulating conversation, good food and cold drink." 

She paused, smiled and then said, "Yes I'd like that." "Great. Now you'll notice I'm still in work jeans so I'll start the coffee and go change and be right back. Make yourself comfortable." 

*

Chapter Four

When I came back she was looking out of the window toward the old house and I walked up behind her. "You sure are infatuated with that house." 

"Well I didn't want to sit down and have you think I was reading your mail or something." 

"Yeah I know this isn't a very good arrangement for entertaining." 

"If that house didn't bother you so much you'd have some great options over there." 

"I suppose." 

"For example the dining room could become your office and the living room could double as a waiting area for your clients and such. Or better yet make this your office and you live in the main house." 

"That's true." I kept us supplied with coffee for the next hour and then we went to meet Merle and Renee. When they saw me with Paige they were quite surprised but said nothing and the four of us had dinner. We came up short of the stimulating conversation that I had promised but the four of us had a pleasant dinner and Paige was the center of attention. We had after dinner drinks which turned into more after dinner drinks and Paige ordered a Mudslide. She tasted it and said, "Okay, but not great." 

"Too weak?" 

"No it just lacks something I guess." 

"Let me taste it." I did and paused and then said, "I make better ones." 

"Is that right?" 

"I think so anyway. There are several different recipes like that. Some called Mudslides and some with different names but have almost identical ingredients." 

"I'll have to pick your brain for recipes then." 

"Be happy to help." We called it quits with that drink and after saying out goodbyes to Merle and Renee headed back to my place. 

When we got back I asked her, "Want to try one of my drinks?" 

"Sure." It only took me a few minutes to mix a couple and then I watched her as she tasted it. 

"Very good, that's what I was hoping for tonight." 

"I'll show you how I make them." Once those were pretty much gone I asked her, "Want to try a different recipe." 

"I think so but I better be careful." 

"Okay let's see if you can taste the difference between the two. I mixed up two more and I had to agree with her. I was starting to get a good buzz going too. I handed her the glass and she took a good drink of that one. 

She paused and then took another drink. "I think I like this one better but the other one is good too." "This one is heavier on the Baileys." 

"That's what I'm noticing." "The first one is your basic Mudslide, two ounces each of Bailey's, vodka and Kahlua." 

"Yes it's a little smoother." 

"This one is called a Screaming Orgasm and remember I didn't name it." 

She giggled and emptied her glass. "Whatever it's called it was full of booze too." 

"That's right, it's one ounce of vodka, an ounce and a half of Bailey's and a half ounce of Kahlua." 

She took one more taste and said, "I have a friend coming into town and we used to see if we could find the perfect Mudslide. At least that was our excuse for drinking the night away." 

"How about a Southern Screw?" 

Paige was getting pretty looped and grinned at me. "How is that different than your regular screw?" 

"You tell me" and I went to mix us a couple. Handing her a different glass I said, "This has less booze but it's still potent." She tasted that and grinned again. 

"The southerners know how to screw. This is good." 

"This is vodka, Southern Comfort and orange juice." Both of us had consumed far more alcohol than we should have but we were having fun. 

"I'll bet you'd be an even better bartender if you were sober." 

"I'll bet I could remember my recipes better" and we both giggled and looked at each other. "Oh Paige you are so drunk." 

"Am I?" 

"One of us is because you're weaving a little I think or maybe that's me." 

"I think I'm in trouble." 

"Me too." 

"I'm in trouble because I'm too drunk to drive." 

"I can't drive either. You better sleep in my bed." 

"I'm not that drunk." 

"No I'll sleep on the couch." 

"No I'll sleep on the couch." 

"Oh no you're my guest." 

"You don't have a guest room?" 

"Yeah but it's full of files and things." 

"Oh." 

"Come on honey I'll show you the way and then I kissed her softly. We managed to make it to my room and she dropped onto the bed and lay there looking at me. 

"You gonna be okay on the couch?" 

"Yeah but in a minute okay? I think I'll just sit here for a second." 

"Sure." The next thing I knew it was after nine in the morning and I was lying next to Paige who was still asleep. I looked down to make sure we were still dressed. I managed to sit on the side of the bed for a minute before getting up and stumbling to the bathroom before going to make coffee. I was about half way through my first cup of coffee when Paige came stumbling out and I got her a cup. She looked at me and said, "God you look awful." 

"Good then at least I look like I feel." 

"Did we sleep together?" 

"It would seem so." 

She stood there nursing her coffee sip by sip and then said, "I'm glad you were drunk then because if you were sober and laid next to me all night and didn't try anything that wouldn't say much for me." 

"If I was sober and spent the night with you you'd be lucky to escape with your life." 

"That makes me feel a little better about myself." 

"Did you get me drunk on purpose?" 

"I don't think so. Wouldn't make much sense to get you drunk and me be too drunk to do anything about it." 

"Oh well I had a good time last night." 

"I did too." 

"You made some good drinks too...or at least I think you did." 

"We'll try again after we've healed from this time." 

"Maybe in smaller quantities next time. Are you going to make me go home now?" 

"You can stay with me until Monday if you want." "I want to be rid of this hangover is what I want." 

"Lots of fluids is our only hope." 

We weren't real talkative as we went through the pot of coffee but little by little we started to feel human again. I poured the last of the coffee in our cups and we resumed our seats at the table. "Don do you remember kissing me last night?" "I did kiss you...didn't I?" 

"Oh my God you don't even remember that? I must be a real siren." 

"No I'm sure I remember that and I called you honey." 

"You did?" 

"See it isn't just me." I don't want to get that drunk again." 

"Me either. If I'm going to kiss you I sure as hell want to remember every bit of it. I'll pour us a glass of tomato juice and honey and we can go out back and move around, maybe that will help." 

"I'm game to try." We moved slowly but we did wander around the backyard and she slowly shook her head. "Damn our first date and we slept together." 

"Was that a real date?" 

"Well it was impromptu but I'd call it that." 

"I wouldn't call that sleeping together." 

"Oh, what would you call it?" 

"Um...well, that is...I guess sleeping together. But we didn't make love." 

"We could hardly move let alone make love. Don I'll give you this much, you were a fun date." 

"I'm glad but I can do better. Are you hungry?" 

"I can't decide but I think I am a little." 

"Want to try some toast and jelly?" 

"Sure." We managed to keep that down and then went back outside and sat next to each other as we sipped more coffee. 

Within half an hour I announced, "I'm feeling about a thousand percent better." 

"I think we're past the worst of it. Did I tell you thank you for making yourself go in the house for me?" 

"Yes you did." 

"That was so nice of you." 

"So it's like you imagined it you said?" 

"It really was. It's quite dated but that would be easy and fairly cheap to fix, but even with it as it is all it needs is a thorough cleaning." 

"You're not suggesting I go over there and do that are you?" 

"No, but on the other hand if you're not going to ever live there why not sell it or rent it out?" 

"I just can't bring myself to do that. More coffee?"

"Maybe one more."

*

Chapter Five

We went inside and I refilled our cups and shut the pot off and then turned around and looked at Paige. I set my cup on the counter and said, "Paige I'm going to tell you something that I haven't admitted to anyone else, not even my close friend Merle." She looked at me and set her cup down too and waited. "When you went to the bedroom at the old house did you notice the tall mahogany framed dressing mirror in the corner?" "

Yes I saw it." This was going to be harder than I thought and I paused. Paige took my hands in hers and just waited for me to continue. I couldn't look at her but I continued. "The one time I was in that bedroom last fall some days after the murders I was having a good cry and happened to look at that mirror that my mother had used so many times. I saw something. God this sounds stupid to say it out loud. I saw something in the mirror that wasn't me or the room." 

"What was it?" 

"I don't know, it wasn't like an object or whatever. It was like motion...like, oh shit I don't even know how to describe it." 

"Take your time Don. Was it bright or dim?" 

"Kind of dim and hazy. It was like I could sense people or a person and yet I couldn't identify anything like an arm or a leg. Sounds like hallucinations doesn't it." 

"I don't think so. Is that why you won't go back in there?" 

"I don't know." 

"So if that mirror was gone could you go in there?" 

"I just don't know. Did you look in that mirror?" 

"Yes I did. I saw myself but the reflection wasn't very good." 

"See that's weird because that mirror isn't an antique. Dad bought that for Mom about ten years ago." 

"Then the mirror should be in good shape." 

"You'd think so." 

Paige kissed my cheek and handed my cup back to me. "Take a deep breath and drink your coffee." 

"You think I'm nuts don't you." 

"I certainly do not. I can't explain what you describe but my God Don you'd just had one hell of a shock. I can't begin to imagine what you went through." 

"I keep telling myself that I was just grieving." 

"That may well be the case and maybe if you looked at the mirror again it would be perfectly normal. Or if the mirror was taken out you could wander through the house and not have it bother you. So many possibilities exist but until you're up to trying a few things it doesn't matter. How it affects you and how you have to handle it is all that matters." I took a deep breath and then smiled at her. 

We were still holding hands and I tried to make a joke saying, "I knew that if we could get that drunk together and survive it you were the one I could tell that story to." 

She put her arms around me in a gentle embrace and said, "I'm glad you felt you could tell me and I would never tell anybody. Maybe as time goes by I can help you get past whatever is holding you back." 

"I won't keep dragging you through my fears or phobias or whatever they are." 

"No please don't hesitate to turn to me. Why shouldn't I try to help if I can? I mean after all we've slept together and everything." We both smiled 

then and she kissed my cheek before we resumed sipping on our now tepid coffee. 

It was afternoon before Paige went home and I spent a lot of what remained of the day loafing around and finished nursing my hangover before I went to my office to review the latest construction change orders. I had seen a lot of change orders in my years of construction but this beat them all by a good margin and we still had a long way to go on those houses. There was no way we could absorb them all and not have to extend the completion dates. Thankfully I had that provision in the contract but until those last changes arrived I had been hoping we could impress them by meeting the original deadline.

I had calculated the costs and the new completion date and sent the detail by fax to Paige for the Colonel's review. It was only a couple of days later when Paige called and said, "The Colonel wants to meet with you. What's your schedule like?" 

"I'm flexible." 

"Does this afternoon about three work?" 

"I can be there at three sure." 

"I'll let him know." 

"How have you been?" 

"Fine how about you?" 

"Great once that hangover left." 

"Yeah that was wicked." 

"See you at three Mister Connelly." I knew that the boss must have drifted by right then and I laughed to myself as I pictured her suddenly becoming cool and professional for his benefit. I had a pretty good idea what this little meeting was going to be about so I rechecked all of my figures and came up with another way to show them. I knew I was right and I knew my ass was covered in terms of the contract. I wanted to handle it so that they would call me again one day with more business.

I left early and went to both job sites and talked to the guys just to make certain he wouldn't have any surprises waiting for me and then went on to see Paige and the Colonel. When I went in I winked at her and smiled and she whispered, "You look nice." 

"Thanks so do you" I whispered back. 

Straightening up she said, "Mister Travis is expecting you." 

"Thank you" and I went to his office and knocked and was admitted by his commanding 'come in' directive. 

He had a couple of files opened up and was sitting straight as he said, "Have a seat." 

"If you don't mind I'll stand for a minute, I took a fall at the job site and bruised my ass." He blinked at me and then smiled. 

"Okay then no problem. But I do have a problem with these numbers you just sent me." 

"Oh which part?" 

"All of them but let's start with the time frame." 

"Oh I'm sorry I thought I was very clear on that." 

"Oh you were clear but that's unacceptable." 

"Colonel if your buyers are looking for miracles have them read the Bible. In all the years I've been in the business I've never seen this many change orders. You and I both know changes take extra time, materials and money. We've absorbed several changes and maintained the original completion estimate and even kept the costs very low, but those days are over." 

"Oh come on Don you can't really tell me those minor changes affect you that much." 

"Colonel you are very experienced in what you do and you know damn well I'm right on target. I can appreciate the fact that you want to turn that house and move on and you want to impress the buyers so they'll send you more customers. I'm busting ass to make a good impression on you for the very same reasons. But even with those common goals we also have the common problem of too many changes. That's the reality of it." 

"But good God man look at the cost."

"Oh I have believe me." I sat down then and continued. "Look we both know I bid damn low just to get my foot in your door and I'm keeping that margin just as tight on the changes and upgrades but the numbers don't lie. With changes I make more money true, but then so do you. Hell if the buyers are willing to spend then they have to be willing to wait if they want anything approaching quality. If they don't want quality then somebody else can finish it, we don't build crap just to be fast." He leaned back and looked at me in kind of a stare down and then he smiled. 

"You sure are a long winded son-of-a-bitch." I laughed and leaned back waiting for him to say more. "Okay damn it but keep doing your best okay. I warned the buyers what was going to happen but I wanted to see if I could push you." 

"Next time if you want I'll build in a little more margin so we can look more like magicians." He laughed again and nodded. I stood up and asked him, "Is that it Colonel?" 

"Yeah that's it." 

"Good. Now I'll go put the bullwhip to my crew for you." He laughed again and I waved over my shoulder as I went out. I stopped at Paige's desk and in a near whisper asked her, "If I'm not too late how about dinner Saturday night?" 

In a return whisper she answered, "I'll call you after while." I smiled and left feeling pretty confident she would say yes. 

*

Chapter Six 

Paige called me an hour later and said, "To answer your question, yes I'm available for dinner on Saturday." 

"Great." 

"With Merle and Renee again?" 

"I hadn't thought about it but we can if you'd like." 

"Sure that would be nice. Of course if you lived in that big house next to you I'd offer to bring dinner and we could all eat there." 

"You just don't give up do you." 

"I'm sorry that wasn't nice of me." 

"No it wasn't but your point is well taken. But for now why don't we meet them at the restaurant again." 

"Okay what time?" 

"The usual?" 

"Oh have we dated enough to have a usual?" 

"You are being such a smart ass." 

She laughed and admitted, "You're experiencing the real me. Yes the usual assuming I'm to be at your place about five thirty." 

"That's close enough." 

"But you're not getting me drunk this time because I'm not ready for that just yet." 





Mirror Mirror



"Me either. I'll just get drunk on your beauty." 

"Oh brother." 

"Yeah I know that was corny but that doesn't mean it's incorrect." 

"You're sweet when you're corny. See you then." 

I had dinner with Rachel Friday night and during the meal she asked me, "When are you going to do something with that house?" I rolled my eyes and tried to decide how to respond to her when she asked, "What?" 

"Excuse me?" 

"You just rolled your eyes when I asked you about that house." 

"Oh sorry it's because it seems everybody is asking me about that thing lately." 

"Well it's stupid for you not to live there instead of that little place you're in now." 

"Stupid?" 

"You know what I mean. Instead of your four rooms you could have seven with two baths and tons of storage room." 

"That's true I could but it isn't that simple." 

"Why not?" 

"It just isn't, now could we talk about something else?" I wasn't about to go into all of that with her because she was a 'show me the truth' kind of person that 

would never buy into my mirror problems. "You're kind of touchy about something as simple as real estate." 

"Some things just push my buttons okay?" I paused and then said, "Sorry I guess I'm just tired out. I've been working my ass off the last few weeks and it's taking a toll on me I guess." 

"Well that and you're seeing somebody else too." 

"Oh and how would you know about that?" 

"We have a lot of the same friends and acquaintances remember?" 

"In other words you won't tell me where you heard the rumor." 

"That's right." I decided I wasn't going to confirm or deny the comment about Paige. It was barely accurate to say we were seeing each other. I took Rachel home after dinner and drinks and when we got to her place she said, "You don't have to go in with me Don. I think we would do well to explore other relationships." 

"Oh. Well maybe you're right Rachel. Sorry I was such bad company tonight anyway." 

"Thanks for dinner." 

"You're welcome, take care of yourself." 

"You too." Well I had been dismissed and there was no doubt about that. I wish she would have said something sooner so I could have saved the seventy five bucks I'd just spent on our dinner and drinks. It figures, it was my turn to buy.

I worked part of Saturday and then rested until it was time to shower and get ready for dinner. Paige was almost on time so we had a few minutes before we had to leave and she asked me, "Was there a particular reason you never told Merle and Renee about your mirror experience?" 

"Yeah, I didn't want to be laughed at." 

"And yet you told me." 

"I knew you wouldn't laugh." 

"I don't think they would either." 

"Are you saying I should tell them?" 

"That's up to you to decide of course but...yes I think you should trust your best friends." 

"I don't know." 

"Would you mind if I sort of explored it a little?" 

"How?" 

"Sort of come in the side door I guess you could say." 

I thought about it a second and then nodded. "I guess that would be okay but you better come to my defense if they crack up." 

"If they do then I'd have to question just how good they are as friends." 

"I trust your judgment." 

"I'll be careful I promise." 

We met Merle and Renee at the local Steak and Ale and settled in for a few beverages and dinner. I always liked Renee but try as she might she was always a little to the point when she brought something up. "Don have you quit seeing Rachel?" 

Merle looked at her and said, "Well shit Renee that was about rude." 

She flushed and said, "I'm sorry, I guess that was in poor taste." 

I just smiled and gave in. "I'm not seeing her anymore." 

She looked at Paige then and said, "I'm sorry Paige I don't know what I was thinking." 

Paige almost laughed at my discomfort and said, "That's okay Renee I liked his answer." At that moment I felt a little like I was as exposed as I would have been had I stood up in the restaurant in my underwear. Merle just smiled and shook his head. He knew what Renee was like and he loved her but he could wring her neck when she blurted something out like that. I just gave Merle a knowing look and we moved on. Our conversation was a little less exciting until after dinner and we were on our second after dinner drink. 

I could almost feel Paige waiting for the right moment and then she asked Renee, "Have you ever had one of those moments where something happened that made your hair stand up." 

"You mean kind of spooky?" 

"Not so spooky as unexplainable. For example one time I was alone and could have sworn I heard somebody say something. When I turned to look I saw something falling and I ducked just in time. Had I not heard that mysterious voice I would have been hurt. Another time I was driving home quite late at night and fell asleep at the wheel. I suddenly heard somebody shout my name and I jerked awake just in time to avoid a bridge abutment. That voice saved my life that night." 

"Oh Paige that is so strange but yes I know just what you mean. It's like somebody or something tries to look out for us." 

"Yes something like that." 

"And like that show...um, Physic Detectives. I mean a couple of those people are incredible. They get signs or something that guides them. I think it would be so wonderful to be able to do that to help people." 

Merle added his thoughts saying, "Yeah I watch Physic Detectives all the time. Damn they can be good. I mean that one guy, I can't think of his name, Phil something. Anyway he has to be one of the best of that whole group. I agree with Renee, it would be awesome to have the ability to do that." 

Paige turned to me and asked me, "What about you Don have you ever experienced anything like that?" 

*

Chapter Seven

I looked at Paige and smiled in admiration. She had indeed walked in through the side door. "Okay I'm going to tell you a story. I'm going to tell you why I'm afraid of the old house." I thought Renee was going to fall out of her chair from leaning forward so far and Merle stared at me in anticipation. I told them of Mom's large dressing mirror and explained how she would stand in front of it to adjust her dress or check her hair or whatever. That mirror was special to her, partly because she'd always wanted one and partly because my dad had bought it for her. I tried to take my time and talked about how I tried to accept what had happened to them and make myself get on with my life. Then I told them of the day that I was in their bedroom for reasons I couldn't remember at the moment and continued with, "When I looked into that mirror my image wasn't there. Instead I saw soft hazy shapes moving like they were trying to coalesce into an image but couldn't quite make it." 

Before I could continue Renee, almost drooling said, "Oh my God Don." 

Merle looked at her and said, "Shhh!" and then looked back at me as I continued. 

"I was about to piss my pants but I made myself watch it for some reason. It was almost in black and white and I had the sense that it was people or at least a person that was in the mirror but I'm just guessing. I gave up and ran out of the bedroom and haven't been back in there since." 

Merle almost whispered, "Holy shit." Paige put her hand on my arm and smiled but kept silent. 

Renee on the other hand was fairly bubbling. "Oh my God Don you just have to go back in there and see what they're trying to tell you." 

"They who Renee?" 

"I don't know who or whatever it was that you saw. It was a message of some kind." 

"Or the workings of my grief stricken mind or something I ate or whatever." 

"Or your subconscious trying to show you something. Whatever it is you need to find out." 

"I don't think so." 

"Paige talk to him. I knew there was a strong reason for just abandoning that house. Now we know and something can be done." 

"What do you mean done Renee" Paige asked. 

"To help Don, to free him from those fears, to make it so he can go back home." 

Paige just rubbed her hand on my arm softly and said, "That is all up to him. I can't imagine what it must have been like to experience that. I was in that 

bedroom and though I saw nothing in the mirror I still felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, just knowing what had taken place there." 

"You were in there?" 

"Yes." 

"You are so brave." 

I didn't want to spend the rest of the evening talking about my visions so I said, "Let's move on shall we? I don't expect ghosts or spirits to come talk to me and reveal great secrets or whatever." 

It was Renee again saying, "Okay Don but could we talk about it again. I'm absolutely convinced you are meant to see or know something important." 

"And I'm convinced I've had enough to drink tonight." We paid our bills and walked out into the cool night air and talked in the parking lot. The fresh air did wonders for me and in a joking tone I said, "One of these days all of us will go over there and we'll do some exploring." 

There was Renee again. "Oh yes that's perfect. We'll even help clean it up and put it right again." I gave Renee a hug and then said goodbye and Paige and we headed home. 

We rode in silence for a minute and then Paige laughed. "You had Renee going that's for sure." 

"You were right, they accepted it." 

"Merle accepted it but Renee embraced it." 

"That's a good way to put it." I looked at her and reached over to her. "Paige honey, you were magnificent the way you brought that up. You could cut it off at anytime and nobody would have been the wiser for it. You protected me right to the end just like you said you would." 

"I'm glad you approve. It did go rather well but then with Renee's enthusiasm it was pretty easy." 

"I must bow to your skills." 

We were back at my place and settled in the only place there was for us to sit other than the kitchen table and Paige turned to me. "Don you know as unique as Renee can be she's right about something." 

"What's that?" "You do need to go back over there and if we all went we could clean it all up and at the same time maybe, just maybe make it easier for you to face the demons or whatever you want to call them. You really could go home just as she said." 

"For a woman that can be pretty ditsy sometimes, Renee surprised me with her speech." 

"At the very least it couldn't hurt and I think your parents would really appreciate it being cleaned up." 

"You're really teaming up with Renee." 

"I don't know about that but...well I'm just saying what I think." 

"You know what I think?" 

"What?" 

"I think I really like you and I think I want to kiss you right now." She smiled and fell into my arms and we kissed for some time after that. 

Even though we didn't talk about the old house again, after Paige left I did think about it. They were all correct of course. Even Rachel, as blunt as she had been was correct. I had to either face what was in that house or sell it or 

something. Neglecting it wasn't the solution to the situation and on top of that I really did have to either move into the old house, build another one or buy something. Not having any room or even a living room or guest room was no way to live anymore. 

I called Paige on Wednesday and told her, "Okay, lunch and wine in the old house, one o'clock Saturday." 

"Are you serious?" 

"I am serious." 

"Then I'm bringing lunch." 

"Okay I'll bring the wine." 

"Don't forget to call Merle and Renee. She'd never forgive you if you didn't invite her." 

"I'll call right now and leave them a message." 

"Don I'm so glad you're doing this." 

"I'll apologize right now if I end up acting like a frightened child." 

"Don't worry about it. Maybe we'll have to try more than once but so what? You will win in the end and I'm certain of that." I knew after having been in the house with Paige before that I could do it and I had to think having Renee and Merle there would help in one way or another. If I stayed busy cleaning it would keep my mind from wandering into weird areas too, but by Sunday my courage was faltering. I was still determined to give it my best try though. 

Come Saturday I was standing in front of the old house when Paige arrived and she came up the walk with a big smile and a large basket of food. I met her part way and we took her load up to the porch and set it next to the wine and waited for Renee and Merle. When they pulled up Renee was a good ten feet ahead of Merle as they came up the walk and you could see her enthusiasm from far away. Once we were all gathered at the porch I pulled the key out and said, "We'll have to clean for awhile before we can eat. It's just too dusty and dirty in there to do otherwise."

After opening the door the four of us went in and stood in the living room and looked around like we were seeing it for the first time. We left the food and wine in the entryway and as the others looked around I found all of the cleaning supplies and sweeper in the oversized broom closet just off the kitchen. "Okay everybody here are the tools we'll need." 

Paige said, "Don you and I can do the kitchen for starters." Renee and Merle took the living room and dining room and the four of us bent to our tasks. I took the stepstool and worked the top half and Paige started right behind me doing the lower half. And so it went as we worked our way around and out of the kitchen leaving it sparkling and fresh. By then the other two had swept dusted and mopped until they had finished those two rooms. We washed up and for the first time since well before my parents were murdered I had a meal at that dining room table as Paige and Renee served the food and wine. So far I was doing okay. I wasn't anywhere near ready to spend a night there but I felt I had conquered something just by doing what we had done. I also knew that the worst part was still to come for me.

*

Chapter Eight

We had our meal and lingered over wine and talked and I toasted my friends for their support and assistance. Then I took a deep breath and literally biting my lower lip said, "Paige and I will do the two downstairs bedrooms." Paige looked at me in total surprise but I continued. "Merle if you and Renee would do the bedroom and bathroom upstairs that would be great." 

"Sure no problem, this is going very fast actually." With one last taste of wine I got up and the two teams split up and before long I heard the vacuum running upstairs. Paige and I were in the guest room and were almost done except for sweeping and that would have to wait until the other two came back down. 

"Don there are clothes in the closet would you like me to take them out?" 

"That's probably their off season stuff. Yeah let's do that." 

"I'll take care of it if you'll do the baseboards." 

"I can do that and thanks." I was hoping Merle and Renee would come down and I'd have an excuse to take a break between rooms but they didn't and in no time I had run out of excuses not to go into Mom and Dad's room. I stood in the doorway and Paige had her arm around me as best she could and we stood there as I looked in for the first time in nearly a year. I hit the light switch and bathed the room in soft golden light from the one lamp that still worked. The dresser drawers were still askew and things were piled on top of the dresser and the chest of drawers. The bedstead was still there but the springs and mattress were gone and the carpet had been thoroughly scrubbed and sanitized according to the report from the restoration company. I didn't even look at the mirror as I managed to say, "Would you take care of the clothes and just pile them in the hall for right now?" 

"Of course." She still had her arm around me and we progressed a few feet into the room as she continued. "Honey just stick with me for right now okay?" 

"Yeah okay." I focused all of my attention on Paige and even noticed a lot of what she tossed into the hallway. 

Mom's and Dad's undergarments and personal things were added to the pile and then she said, "That's it for right now. I'll dust next." 

"Okay." I felt like a small retarded child, barely functional and yet I could feel determination seeping into me like reinforcements had arrived just in the nick of time. Or at least that's what I thought. I stopped Paige and took her in my arms and cried like a baby with long racking sobs as she held me close without saying anything. I had cried before more than once in fact but not like that. Not the deep soul cleansing cry that made my knees weak. Paige pulled out her last usable cleaning rag and handed it to me for a hanky and I started to catch my breath but the tears just kept coming for several more minutes. 

I didn't apologize for my loss of control nor did she act like I should. She continued to hold me and I noticed that she was softly crying along with me. 

I shared a dry corner of the rag and wiped her eyes dry as we just stood there with her supporting me far more than I was supporting her. I wasn't even aware that the upstairs sweeping and cleaning sounds had long since stopped. I took another deep breath and moved back enough so I could look at Paige and we shared thin smiles as I continued to get control and her eyes slowly dried. We both sniffed several times and almost laughed as our bodies relaxed from the stress of grief and the tremendous calm that was coming over me as that grief dissipated. With one last deep breath I simply said, "Wow." "It's been a long time coming hasn't it." 

"I guess so." 

"Want to call it a day?" 

"Not unless you want to. I'm okay now I think." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes. Will you look at the mirror with me?" 

"Oh Don do you really want to?" "I really need to hon." "Then by all means yes." If I could have crawled into Paige's skin I would have. I held her so close I was afraid I might hurt her but she held onto me and we turned to face that five foot high oval of glass and tooled mahogany. We took a few steps toward it and just stared at it. I don't know even now if I was daring it to show me something or hoping it would. But we continued to stare at it until I was beginning to think I was going crazy. Then I saw the movement. It started at the very bottom and slowly swirled like a very dense fog curling up from the forest floor. There was a hint of color but it was mostly varying shades of gray. If I was still breathing I was totally unaware of it. I pulled Paige even closer to me not even knowing if she could see what I was witnessing. 

The rising and rolling of the colored fog gradually filled about half of the mirror and I was able to pick out a little definition but it was like whatever was causing it to happen just didn't have the strength or wisdom to take it farther. I don't know how long we stood there watching but we stayed with it until it slowly slipped down and it disappeared altogether and we were looking at our reflection in the dirty mirror. Paige looked up and me with questioning eyes and I just embraced her as all manner of emotions boiled inside of me. Love, appreciation, fear, curiosity and admiration of her bravery and determination to stay by my side.

She finally stepped away from me and got the cleaner and washed the mirror. It was then that we realized just how thick the film of dust and grime coated the glass. Then returning to my side she asked me, "Want to go out and see the others and have some wine?" 

"Let's do that." We found Merle and Renee at the table with wine in front of them and I poured two glasses for Paige and me. We sat down and I sighed deeply from relief and exhaustion. 

Renee was watching us closely until Paige asked, "How'd it go for you two?" 

"We're done. Well short of washing the bed linens and window coverings we are. How did it go for you two?" 

"The kitchen is done and...well I guess we're done too except for sweeping the two bedroom carpets." 




Mirror, Mirror



Part 1. Him.

The Image.

He stood before the bathroom mirror drawing the razor across his chin. As he looked at his reflected image, he remembered when he had started shaving about four years ago. The whiskers had been fluff then, soft and downy, now the hair had grown stiff and thick. As he recalled this, he also remembered that it was about the time of his first shave that he noticed hair growing in his groin and that his sexual organ seemed to be getting bigger. At night, his dreams centred more and more round girls - naked girls with firm breasts and willing bodies. He started to wake with a sticky mess in his bed.

Soon after, he had listened to other boys in at high school talking of their penile adventures and he learned the release of masturbation. After this, there had been the odd awkward fumbling of girls and attempts to get into their cunts, but so far, he had not scored.

Now, as he looked at himself, he tried to assess his appearance. Five feet ten and still growing. Not a bad looking body, and still more to come, he hoped. His sexual organ was well grown by now. Not the fantastic size some of the guys at university boasted about but never showed, or the enormous cocks the Internet pornography displayed, but quite a nice size for his age.

As he thought of his cock, a vision of "her" came into his mind. He began to get an erection. He didn't want this. He didn't want the agony of his need for her, his desperate longing for her body. The pain of frustration was too much. Every day since he was first conscious of himself, he had wanted her in one way or another, but only recently had this need taken the clear shape of sexual desire.

He tried to ignore his now pulsating penis, but he knew from experience that it was a losing battle. His excitement grew and raged inside him. Visions of her naked and open to him rose up in his head. He prayed, "Please, dear God, don't let me feel like this. Don't let me want her. Make her dirty and ugly& anything&but don't let me have the pain of wanting her so badly." God did not answer.

His erection raged and the first little droplets oozed from his penis. Now the inevitable, he masturbated. As he tugged at himself visions of her, naked and throbbing under him burned through his brain. He was whispering, "I want you, I want you," and suddenly he came, shooting his sperm into the washbasin. His storm of sexual desire began to subside, but her image did not go away.

The Kitchen Table.

He carefully washed the mess from the basin, and then cleaned his penis. Walking into the kitchen he found her sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, still in her nightdress, a flimsy affair with shoulder straps about as thick as a piece of string, the top cut low to reveal a large area of breast. "Oh God," he thought, "why does she have such beautiful breasts?" He knew that the hem of the nightdress barely reach mid thigh, but her legs were beneath the table just now. He longed to see them and not see them, filled with lust yet wanting not to have the ache of that lust.

She looked up as he came in. "Please God, don't let her smile that lovely smile at me?" She smiled. He sat and ate his breakfast and about halfway through one of her shoulder straps slipped down, revealing one nipple before she casually drew the strap up again.

He finished and went for his university bag, trying to get out of the house without a goodbye from her, but too late, she stood waiting for him by the door. He offered his cheek to her, but she turned his head and kissed him softly on the lips. He fled, his already half erect penis now surging up to full size. He fled to masturbate in the Language Department toilets.

Home Again.

It was a warm day, so he knew what he would find when he got home. She would be in her bikini the one with little more than a thread passing under her crotch revealing her shaven groin, and the bikini top serving little more purpose than under lift, and so revealing her breasts almost to her nipples. He would be able to see the slight swelling mound above her slit, and when she sat on the couch with her legs up, the cloth would sink in to reveal the shape of her opening.

He dragged out the journey home, fearing the torment that would lash him in her near naked presence. "Why does she torture me like this?" he thought, "Doesn't she know what she does to me? How much I want her?" He longed and dreaded to see her body, alive as she was with female sensuality. He knew he would have to masturbate again to attain some temporary relief from his desperate desires. "O God," he prayed, "why is she so near, and yet so far from me?"

On his arrival, the house was quiet. "Gone out somewhere!" he muttered, and went to the kitchen to get a drink. The kitchen window looked onto the patio, and glancing out, he saw her. She lay on the sun lounger, apparently asleep, with her bikini top off. He saw the full swelling of her breasts, surmounted by firm pink nipples with light brown aureoles. He had never seen her breasts completely exposed before, and they were lovelier than even his fantasies had imagined.

His mind reeled and he almost said out loud, "No, please, don't let me see, don't let me see, I want her so badly, don't let me see." He had a hot raging erection, and there, in the kitchen, he had barely touched his penis before it erupted. His sperm covered the floor at his feet, and fearful she might wake, come in, and see, he quickly mopped it up,

Again he had that short respite from his passionate desires, but he knew it would be only temporary. In the evening she would shower early and put on her seductive nightdress, and would expect him to sit with her on the couch to watch television. She would sit close, and he would smell the perfume of her soap mingled with what he thought of as "Her woman smell." He would have to try to hide his erection from her, fighting the urge to reach out and touch her breasts and put his hand, and even his tongue, into her womanhood. Every such evening added to his anguish.

Through the window, he saw her rise and put her top on. She came into the kitchen, smiled and kissed him on the lips. Still bikini clad she began to prepare the evening meal. He fled to his room and tried to study.

The Evening's Entertainment.

After the meal he took a shower and completed an essay. He hung around in his room for some time, dreading the evening of sexual arousal that he knew would follow his arrival in the lounge. When eventually he did leave his room and enter the lounge, he saw that he had been wrong about the sexy nightgown. She was lying back in the corner of the couch clad only in panties and bra, and these of the very skimpiest and see through.

She was watching the news on television, but looked up, smiled, and patted the couch beside her. He obediently sat down where she indicated. As the news finished, she used the remote control to turn the set off, and lay back further on the couch. He noticed that her hand was lightly resting between her legs, as if to draw attention to what lurked there. 

Again his penis came erect and he tried to sit so as to hide it. He could hardly excuse himself so soon and sneak off to relieve himself once more. As she had turned the television set off, he thought she wanted to talk, but nothing was said. He found he could not open a conversation because of the lump in his throat. She took her hand away from her genitals, sighed softly, and drew her legs up, parting them slightly. Through the diaphanous material of her panties, he could see the pink lips of her vagina, and his stomach lurched. He smelt her female odour more powerfully than ever before. He felt sick with craving and was starting to shake.

He made an effort to look away and then, in a desperate move to escape the source of his suffering he started to rise. As he did so, he felt her hand touch his. He looked down at her. She smiled and drew him down. His mind reeled and he tried to rise again, but she still held his hand. She slid close to him and leaned over to kiss him. As her mouth came to his, she flicked her tongue over his lips. His lips opened and her tongue thrust through, seeking every cranny of his mouth.

Now he was lost in utter confusion that mingled with insane craving for her. He was almost ejaculating in his shorts, which were already soaked with his precum. She pulled his hand to her breast and squeezed his fingers round it. He groaned, and her arms reached behind her to release the bra. It fell between them, and she pulled his head to her breast and placed a nipple against his mouth. He took it into his mouth and began to lick and suck. His other hand she drew down between her thighs.

He had learnt enough from his fumbling with the girls at school to know what to do. He removed her panties and his fingers found her opening and began to slice in and out of it. She was soaked with female discharge, and started to make little whimpering noises. She moved away from him a little, and turned in the seat, so that he, kneeling before her on the floor could enter her with his tongue. As he pushed into her with his tongue, his hands continued to press her breasts and nipples. Her cries increased. 

Suddenly she moved him away, rose, and pushed him face up on the floor. She tore off his shorts and almost pounced on his penis, licking and sucking it like a woman possessed. He was now on the very verge of coming, but she moved away again, only to kneel over him and draw his penis against the lips of her vagina.

She wailed as she lowered herself onto him. She beat up and down on his sexual organ in a frenzy of sexual madness, her female fluids pouring out of her and onto his groin. He could hold out no longer. With a scream of anguish, he poured into her, thrusting and heaving as she began an orgasm of immense power. 

They climaxed with yells and screams to raise the dead, then grew quiet as they subsided. After a while she looked at him and smiled a tender, loving smile.

He looked at her, and murmured, "Oh, my beautiful mother!"

She responded, "Oh, my lovely son!"

* * * * *

Part 2. Her.

Day Begins.

She rose early after a night disturbed by frustrated sexual desire. She masturbated twice during the night, but this gave her little relief from her passionate needs. "Oh God," the thought, "How can I get through another day?"

She preferred to shower in the evenings so as to be fresh and clean when she sat with him watching television. Now, as she washed her genitals and anus, "just in case," she looked at herself in the mirror. "Nearly forty years old," she thought, "Three years now since Jeff was killed in that car accident, and no man has touched me."

She hadn't wanted any man to touch her for at least two years. The agony of Jeff's death had flung her into the depths of bereavement and despair. Jeff had been her friend, her helpmate and her lover. His death had torn the very meaning of existence from her and she had been inconsolable. She had neglected the house, the garden and most all, him.

Now things had changed. Over the past twelve months she had come to herself once more and set about getting things in order, but this had both positive and negative effects. She rejoiced in getting the house and garden straight, and helping him to achieve his goal of going to university, but it had also released once more her innate sensuality the sensuality Jeff had so prized and fulfilled for her. Now, as she stood naked before the mirror, she could see her firm round breasts and erect nipples, the slim body sweeping down to the swelling of hips and thighs, and below the slightly rounded belly, the shaved cleft of her womanhood.

She knew she looked good; knew that many men desired her, but her hunger had only one object, and that a sinful one. She spoke to God; "God, if my desire is sinful, why did you make me so as to be able to feel and crave like this?" God remained silent.

Breakfast Torment.

She put on her night dress again, knowing that it exposed more than it covered, despairing it would achieve anything, but hoping he would notice, would& "Would what?" She knew the answer, but did not dare give it form. She went down stairs to prepare breakfast.

While preparing breakfast she heard him showering and could picture him naked under the spray, perhaps washing his penis now, fondling it as she longed to do. The shower went silent. He would be shaving, shaving the face that was almost the mirror image of Jeff s. "Not long before he will come in for his breakfast& Must look casual. Mustn't give any hint of lust for him& Must pretend that my vagina is not wet with longing. Sit down&read the paper&anything to distract from the craving."

He entered the room, and her thoughts ran on: "He looks a little depressed and barely notices me. He sits down and begins breakfast. I smile at him and he doesn't smile back. Instead, he looks distracted. What's wrong with him? Does he have study problems? I should ask, but fear that my voice will be unsteady and he will know what I'm feeling. Try to get his attention&let the thin strap of my nightdress slip from my shoulder&expose a nipple&he must notice. He glances across at me and must have seen my breast before I cover it again, but he doesn't react."

He left the breakfast table in haste and she headed for the door. He seemed to avoid her lately as he departed for lectures. She wondered if she has upset him, or if he found her offensive in some way. He approached the door and turned his cheek to her for the farewell kiss. "By God, no," she screamed inside, "I shall have something." She placed her hand on his chin and turned his head to kiss his mouth. He went quickly.

Alone, she starts to weep as she feels her female fluid start to rundown her thighs. There is the day's work before her, but first she must try to relieve herself of the awful sexual stress that seemed to engulf her entire being. She goes into the living room, stretches out on the couch and places her fingers inside her vagina.

The Day Goes On.

She gave herself some sexual relief and then went to the bathroom to wash her hands. After dressing, she began the day's tasks, but like everyday for months now, and despite her masturbation, her unfulfilled longing for him oppressed her constantly. She had to relieve herself twice more, weeping as she had her orgasms weeping, because this was not the reality she so longed for.

She knew what time he would be home and by mid afternoon she began preparations for the evening meal. Have completed the preliminaries she executed a little plan that had been buzzing around in her head for the past two hours. 

"Let him see my breasts," she meditated. "Let him see the source of his first nourishment, the place that men long to touch and suck." She would be cunning in how she went about it. When he came home, he was sure to enter the kitchen at some time. The kitchen window looked out onto the patio. She would put on her flimsiest bikini, but leave the top off. She would lay on the sun lounger and pretend she had dropped off to sleep while sun bathing.

"Surely he must respond to that?" she thought. "Surely he cannot be totally immune to what so many men long for?" She checked the best position for the sun lounger so anyone looking from the kitchen window must see her, and lay down.

A Bit of a Let Down.

Alert to every sound from the house, she heard him arrive home. He moved around the house, probably looking for her. Then she heard the refrigerator door open and close as he helped himself to a drink. Through narrowed eyes, she saw his upper half appear at the window and look out. She knew he saw her, but he pulled back quickly from the window. There was silence from the kitchen.

She lay on the lounger a little longer, desperately hoping he would come out to her, and finally giving up she rose and slowly, and in case he was still watching, she seductively put on her top and went into the kitchen. He was standing there gazing into space, so she went up to him, and pressing close, kissed him on the lips.

He hastily left the room, and she turned with a sigh to the final preparations for their meal.

The Evening.

They ate in silence and when they had finished and he had helped with the washing up, he went to his room to complete an essay and she to the bathroom for her evening shower.

After her shower, she went to her bedroom to dress for the evening. It was her habit in recent months, if no visitors were expected, to simply slip into her nightdress. It was a very flimsy garment, and it served the double purpose of allowing her to feel comfortable, and hopefully, to draw his attention. Having put it on and making to leave the room, she stopped at the door and turned back. She would use another ploy. 

Opening a draw, she searched through the underclothes lying there, and finally found what she wanted. It was a set of panties and bras made of very transparent material that she had recently bought and not yet worn. She put on the panties and noticed that the top of them came only just above her vagina thus exposing her mound. The cloth that ran under her crotch was of the scantiest, and melted nicely into the slit of her sexual organ. The top did no more than give her breasts some under lift, which in any case they did not need. She was exposed almost to the nipples - if the top slipped down by four or five millimetres, they would be revealed.

She prayed again, "O God, in that you have made me a sexual being, and given me overwhelming desire for him, let me have him tonight." God made no comment.

She went to the living room and turned on the television. She had no idea when he would leave his room to join her perhaps not at all but she must be ready. She sat low in the corner of the couch, bringing one knee onto the seat so her legs were spread. This way he must see her vagina so barely covered by her panties.

She waited through a dull sit com, then the news came on. Half way through the news she heard him coming, and checked her position again. When he entered the room she patted the seat beside her in what she hoped was a casual manner. She saw him hesitate for a moment as he took in her clothing or the lack of it and hesitantly sat where she indicated. She let the news run on, unseen or heard by her. Her sexual stress grew, her mind raging with erotic imagery. She felt herself getting wet in the groin, "My God," she thought, "he must notice." When the news finished, she turned the television set off and they sat in silence. Then she saw the swelling in his shorts and a spreading patch of wetness, and his eyes fixed upon her sexual organ. 

He started to rise and this was crucial moment. If she failed to act now the chance might never come again. She reached out and touched his hand. He hesitated, half-standing. She took his hand more firmly and drew him back beside her. She felt him quivering, and to try to indicate her need, she placed her hand over her soaking vagina. After a few moments she removed her hand and put it behind his head, drawing it down to hers. She kissed him on the lips, opening her mouth and opening his lips with her tongue. He responded, digging his tongue deep and hungrily into her with muffled groans.

For a minute, they kissed, then she pulled his hand down to her breast, and reached behind to release her bra. It fell between them and she brought his head down for him to suck her nipple. He sucked, and his hand sought and found her opening and entered. 

This was no orderly or casual lovemaking. It was a wild and ecstatic release of long pent up passion, each of them now realising how long their desire had been mutual, and madly trying to make up for all the lost moments when they had been so desperate in their need, and failed to act.

She pushed him to the floor, he ripped off her panties, she spread her legs to expose fully the place he lusted for, and his tongue was lashing in and out of her. She waited, enthralled by every thrust of his tongue, until she could no longer restrain herself. She pushed him away and onto his back, tearing at his shorts, and then fell upon his erection with her mouth, sucking and licking, drawing him deep inside. 




Mirror, Mirror



She felt the first surge of his orgasm as it approached, and with it her own, and launch herself across him, grasping his penis and lowering herself on to it. She heard herself cry out as he entered. Then she was thrashing up and down on him as they both gave tongue to their joy in each other. Their fulfillment came with a mighty climax in which they were as joyous souls entering paradise, locked together in awesome love. They were whole.

As their orgasmic madness receded, she felt a great post coital peace engulf her. She had always loved him, and for months had lusted for him, and now he was completely hers. 

She looked down into his eyes and heard him say, "My beautiful mother."

She smiled, and responded, "My lovely son."



Mirror, Mirror



The silk blindfold teased her skin laying softly on her cheeks -- wrapped loosely around her head. Nancy knew where her husband had led her hand-in-hand -- to their bedroom. But there was more to this night. He had greeted her in just his robe she had given him as an anniversary present.

Shimmering light sparkled against her face. He had lit a few black-cherry scented candles -- that much she could tell by the sweet aroma pleasing her sense of smell. The music of Sting -- her favorite male singer -- quietly rang into her ears. Rich had never been a fan of Sting, but apparently he was wanting to make her happy in a variety of ways.

Like an artist working with a delicate sculpture, Rich gently removed his wife's business shoes and her nylons. He kissed her feet and ankles, the long hair on his head brushing against her legs like feathers. Rich picked up his bride of four years and laid her down onto a plush comforter.

"That's new," she smiled, her arms extending like a snow angle to feel the soft fabric. "What's the occasion, Rich?"

"Shhhhh," he requested placing an index to her lips. "Sit Indian style," he asked.

"Okay." 

He continued to work with her like priceless art. He sat in back of her, wrapping his arms to the front buttons of her blouse. He delicately slide the buttons through the holes in the soft fabric of her shirt, sliding the sleeves off her arms. She sat facing away from him in a peach lace bra that encased her beautiful breasts and made her that much more alluring. It made him need the touch of her bare flesh more as he worked her lace trappings off with his lips. Rich's teeth gripped onto the back of her bra strap and unclipped the Victoria's Secret using his mouth, kissing her spine as the garment fell off her arms.

He got off the bed for a moment and she looked toward him.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhhhhh," he asked again.

She heard the steady whump-whump-whump of their ceiling fan slowing start rotating, and the flickering lights of the candles through the silk blindfold seemed to bounce on-and-off as the downforce of the created wind reached them. Rich sat behind his bride again. She heard him rubbing his hands together, and then he touched her back with massage oil. His hands pushed deep against her back and shoulders. She moaned in pleasure.

"Let's take this off," he breathed in her ear. His mouth gripped the loose knot of the blindfold while his hands moved around her waist and he pressed his lotioned palms to her abdomen and took her breasts in his hands.

As the blindfold fell to her shoulders, she was surprised to be gazing into the candlelit eyes of a very beautiful but very naked woman who was also being massaged. She inhaled in intimidation and shyness until she realized she was looking into the gaze of herself. Her husband had brought seven or eight large mirrors into their bedroom and the warm illumination of the twenty lit candles made her feel as if she was in the romantic scene of the most romantic movie.

Rich's eyes looked over her shoulders to look at his love in the mirror as his hands stroked her chest, shoulders and waist with the massage oil. He applied it to her supple flesh, enjoying every inch his hands roamed over. Her skin was his canvas, the lotion his paint, her smile the masterpiece he wanted to create.

"What are you doing," she asked.

"Loving my love," Rich exhaled. 

"Where did you get all these ..."

"Shhhhhh," he requested again. He stood again and returned to her legs. He pulled her dress from her hips and applied more massage oil to his hands. Rich pushed his hands and palms against her lower legs and then her upper legs, massaging. In a tender move, he pulled her panties from her legs and continued coaxing the muscles of her legs. He kissed her left knee, then right, then traced his tongue like a downhill skier negotiating a taunt slope of her inner thighs -- tasting the proof of her arousal.

As he orally loved his wife, he maintained the motions of his hands -- rubbing her legs and hips with his fingers. 

Nancy looked to her right and to her left -- more mirrors giving her more angles. Above her, another mirror had been attached to the couples' ceiling -- above the fan. Around it, glowing green stars like the ones she had stuck to her dormroom ceiling while an undergraduate student -- when she first met Rich.

She strained her neck and saw another mirror in back of her as she watched her husband please her. It was vulgar-yet-erotic, obscene-yet-beautiful. The Victorian age morals that were pushed into her subconscious asked her to close her eyes, but her own beliefs suffocated the conservative dogmas. Nancy's husband was loving her, and she moaned her approval -- a noise that scared away any fire-and-brimstone fears.

"Make love to me," she asked. His tongue slowed and he cascaded it up her waist, kissing her breast and neck before returning his lips to her soft kiss. She pulled at his loose robe which fell to their side. His hardness penetrated her body. Teasingly, slowly. He rolled over from the missionary style so she could ride on his body -- it was her favorite position. Nancy's hands rest on Rich's chest as she rose as fell like waves in the couple's unity. The Sting compact disc whirled away through two love songs and an upbeat ditty called "Nothin' About Me."

The sexuality and sensuality of the lovemaking was rare. Rich and Nancy were both very sexual, but between work stress and long days, most sessions were enjoyable-but-quick. Riding him before sleeping, or enjoying a doggy-style quickie in the kitchen when returning home.

This was not one of those sessions. This was special. She leaned herself back as she rode him. She looked up and watched the mirror above them, lit by candlelight -- two lovers loving. Nancy pulled herself off his hardness for a moment, straightening out her legs so the were between Rich's arms and chest. She leaned all the way back in a position they hadn't enjoyed in a year -- figure 8.

Leaning all the way back, her body grasping onto her husband's manhood, both lovers stretching their bodies from each-other. She watched above her -- the scene was like a porn-movie her friends watched joking around one night in college. But again it wasn't. The two people in the mirror were in love. She saw Rich lick two fingers and his thumb. He reached between her legs and massaged her clit. She climaxed -- and climaxed again on her love. Sweating and breathing hard, she pulled herself back up her lover, steadily enjoying as he continued to push into her. 

Nancy rolled to her side. Her turn to please him in his favorite position -- her on her side, Rich entering her from ontop, but almost in a doggy-type style. Another position they hadn't enjoyed in a year. She enjoyed it more than doggy-style ... the position gave both the sensation of doggy-style, but also allowed for intimacy as Rich leaned down and kissed his wife's lips. He leaned down, kissing her and whispering sweet-nothings into her ear, his breath caressing her neck like a warm wind on a prairie land.

He made love faster and harder over a period of two more Sting songs. Then his moans became more guttural as he started losing his ability to speak English. Nancy groaned and gripped against the new comforter as she felt her husband's orgasm streaming into her depths. She was staring at her image as she climaxed in the sensations overtaking her soul.

Rich's cheek rested against hers as he professed his forever love for his wife. She smiled like a schoolgirl in love. They cuddled and spooned. As their sexuality disconnected, their fingers intertwined.

"So is it okay to ask what you are doing? What the occasion is, love? It's not our anniversary," she smiled.

"Have to know?" he grinned.

"I'm curious."

He pulled a tattered journal from their nightstand and opened it to a bookmarked page. His journals were something she never looked at -- she was curious, but always respected the concept of inner-though privacy.

"Go ahead. Read."

The bookmarked page was dated seven years earlier -- when both were college students.

Exactly seven years earlier. To the day.

It read: "Mirror, mirror on the wall, life is strange -- that is all. Today I met the most amazing girl -- no, not girl -- woman. I have never, ever felt this way. She's ... I don't know ... I hope she is always in my life. Maybe as a friend ... maybe as my wife."

He clutched her body close to his and kissed her neck again as she snuggled against him. 

"Why 'Mirror, mirror'?" Nancy asked.

"Because that's where I saw you first -- in that mirror in our art course."

She remembered Rich mentioning that before, and smiled again. The music faded, the candles faded, the air from the fan faded. All that remained was their love and friendship. 



Mirror, Mirror



It all started 5 years ago, I was an odd jobs man in the building trade, brick laying, plastering you name it I had done it. Then my world was turned upside down when my numbers came up on the lottery and I won a cool £2 million. 

I always wanted to own a hotel, so I started looking and I was lucky enough to find one in a quiet fishing village on the south coast. The Three Lions was a homely place with 16 rooms, a staff of 12 and a snip at £750,000. Needless to say I took it and proudly became a hotelier.

For the next couple of months things settled down and my wife Karen and I were accepted as part of the local community. Bookings continued to be good but I suspected that we could do better. As I was still a rich man and with winter approaching fast, I decided to carry out some renovations to the Three Lions. I decided that a full refurbishment of all the bedrooms and the public areas was required. I also decided to upgrade the two master bedroom's, one would be marketed as a Bridal Suite and the room next door would be used by Karen and me.

Since my previous employment was in the building trade I was able to negotiate several good deals with a number of suppliers, but I decided to complete one of the projects on my own. In the bedroom Karen and I had moved into we shared a closet that ran the full length of the wall bordering the Bridal suite. I knocked a 7 foot by 4 foot hole in the closet through into the Bridal Suite and fitted a full length two way mirror to cover it. From the closet I now had a great view of the interior of the Bridal Suite, but I also wanted sound. I then fitted a small air vent below the mirror allowing me to hear reasonably clearly. 

To ensure the wife never found out about my project I fitted a false panel at the back of the closet. I then took a keen interest in the decorations in the Bridal Suite and ensured that the full length mirror had an unobstructed view of the brand new king size 4-Poster bed.

After our grand reopening there was a great deal of interest in the Bridal Suite and the confirmed bookings started coming in. It was early in the New Year when our first newly wed couple signed in and immediately went up to the Bridal Suite. Jane and Steve had married earlier in the day and arrived at 8pm. Jane was a drop dead gorgeous blonde of 21 years with a stunning 26-24-36 figure. Steve was well built, 6 foot tall and obviously a keen sportsman and he only had eyes for his new wife. Karen showed them to the room and left them to themselves. I had been working in the bar and saw the couple arrive; I instantly saw an opportunity to 'test' my mirror. I excused myself from the bar and went up to my room. Within seconds of closing the door I had removed the panel and sat down in front of the mirror on a stool I had hidden in the closet.

I wasn't a second too late, Steve had dropped their bags in the centre of the room and had embraced his new wife and was passionately kissing her. Jane was a willing partner and was running her hands through Steven's fair hair. Steve broke away saying 'I have waited for this moment since we met. I want you, I need you.'

'Yes, and you can have me any way you want me.' Jane replied.

In seconds Steve stripped off his shirt and trousers, standing before her in his socks and pants. Jane could see his impressive bulge. She dropped to her knees and touched him; he flinched slightly as she stroked his covered balls. Grasping the elastic waist band Jane pulled his pants down to his ankles. Steve stepped out of them and Jane could now see his semi hard cock begin to grow. She gasped, and leaning forward she lightly kissed the tip of his cock. Steve closed his eyes and groaned. Jane took the growing cock in her hand and started to slowly work her hand over the full length of it. When it reached its full 8 inch length she kissed it again. 

'If I had known it looked this good, I wouldn't have made you wait for it.'

'Yes you would, you felt it in my pants often enough. You just wouldn't let me get it out!'

Jane kissed it again, feeling it throb in her hand. She opened her mouth and closed her lips over the head of his cock. She started to lick around his cock and found that it wasn't an unpleasant sensation, in fact it excited her. She began to move her mouth further down his cock. Steve was in ecstasy, he had waited for this moment and he didn't want to come too quickly. More of his cock was disappearing into his lovely wife's mouth. Then she slowly moved back up his cock and released it from her mouth.

'Nice?' she asked.

'Fucking gorgeous.'

She quickly took his cock back in her mouth and started to bob up and down on it. Her hands weren't unoccupied; she was fondling his ball sack with one and mimicking the action of her mouth on the base of his cock with the other. It was obvious that Steve wasn't going to take much more of this and neither was I.

My own hands had moved down to my crotch and I was feeling my own dick growing very hard. I unzipped myself and released my hard on. Similar in size to Steve's I started to gently masturbate.

Steve's hands had grasped his wife's head and he was gently holding her head into his crotch such that she could continue the glorious blow job but prevented her from stopping. Steve could feel his balls tighten and the impending release was only seconds away. Should he tell his wife? He decided he should.

'I'm coming.' He released her head expecting her to release him, but she kept her mouth firmly locked around his cock. The first wave of ecstasy hit him and he fired his cream into his wife's mouth. Five, six, seven times he felt his cock squirt more of his cream and yet she didn't spill any of it.

I had to stop wanking myself as I was not far off coming. 

Jane released Steve's cock and licked her lips, 'That was nice for a starter, what's on the main course?'

Steve pulled his wife to a standing position and kissed her on the lips, his tongue invading her mouth, just as his cock had done. He realised that Jane was fully clothed and started to strip her. First he took off her blouse and paused to kiss her neck and then the flesh above her covered breasts. He dropped to his knees as he lightly kissed her stomach, stopping briefly to lick her navel he continued down towards her skirt. Within seconds this fell to the floor leaving her in her matching bra and pants with stockings.

She looked great, my cock was throbbing again and I had to start playing with it watching this beautiful woman strip unknowingly before me.

Steve's tongue and lips continued their march lower. Lightly kissing her lower stomach and the inside of her upper thighs, Jane was now moaning quietly. Steve unclipped her stockings and slowly removed them from her legs. Next he unclipped her stockings belt. He moved back up her body and kissed her again on her lips. His hands moved to the back of her body and he unhooked her bra, it fell away slightly and he stood back to get a look himself. Steve grasped the straps and eased them off her shoulder's, at last her naked breasts were on show. 

They were gorgeous. Set off with dark brown nipples that were already hard and jutting out about ½ inch. I wished I could fondle them and suckle on them.

Steve obviously had the same thought, because that's exactly what he did. His tongue began a circular motion around each nipple before he took it fully into his mouth and sucked. After a few seconds on one nipple he repeated the operation on the other. Jane's head flopped backwards as she started moaning louder.

Steve released her nipple and once again moved south. His hands sliding down her body they reached her pants and he hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist band and slowly pushed them down. At the same time he lightly kissed her stomach until he reached the top of her pubic area. Expecting to find a light covering of pubic hair, he was slightly surprised to find none. He pulled away ever so slightly for a quick look.

I too could now see that she was completely shaved, what a sexy sight. Her lips now somewhat moist had parted slightly and her moaning increased.

Steve pushed his wife backwards until she reached the edge of the bed where she sat down. Steve moved between her open legs and kissed her again. 

'Lie back then sweet heart.'

She complied and Steve's mouth started kissing her stomach, moving ever so slowly towards her moist inviting lips. Steve was deliberately taking his time, his tongue moving in a circular motion as he slowly moved towards his target. When he eventually got there Jane moaned loudly. 'Lick it baby, lick it for me. Right there. Ahhhhh'

Steve was enjoying himself. He started on her clit, moved down slightly to enjoy the exquisite taste of his new bride and moved back to her clit. He brought his right hand into the action stroking her clit with his index finger he moved it down to her opening and started to ease the tip of his finger inside her. His tongue meanwhile was flicking her clit. His finger was gently moving in and out, steadily moving deeper within her.

It was obvious that Jane's orgasm was approaching fast. 'Yessssssssss' she groaned, Steve concentrated on her clit as her orgasm overtook her. Her hands were grasping the sheets tightly as the waves of ecstasy passed over her. After 10 seconds or so , she started to come down from the peaks and visibly relaxed.

Steve looked up, her juices glistening in the light around his mouth. He was hard again and moved up the bed and kissed his wife passionately. He wasted no time in positioning his cock at her wet entrance. Slowly he moved the tip into place and pushed forward an inch or two. He stopped and looked at the joy in her face. He pushed further inside her. He started a rocking motion, pulling out and then pushing in a bit further. It didn't take him long to get his full 8 inches inside his wife.

He stopped and kissed his wife tenderly on the forehead, then on her cheeks and finally on her lips.

'I love you so much' she cried 'I have been waiting so long for this moment.'

I was having problems stopping myself from coming. My own cock was lubricating itself and my hand was like a blur moving up and down its full length.

Steve started to fuck his wife slowly but his wanton lust was obvious and he rapidly increased his speed. Jane's groans were coming thick and fast, egging on her partner to fuck her good.

Steve was doing his best but he knew he didn't have long to go. 

Neither did I, I felt my own balls tighten and I gave myself a couple of quick strokes. Just as I ejaculated onto my hands, Jane cried out 'Yes. I'm coming again'

So was Steve, he gave a last push into her body and groaned. He managed a couple of short thrusts as he came for the second time within half an hour. They were locked in an orgasmic embrace as their bodies fed off each others feelings.

I realised that I had been away from the bar for some time and it wouldn't be long before Karen would start to come looking for me. I quickly cleaned myself up and casting a last look through the mirror I put the panel back in place. As much as I wanted to stay and watch Steve and Jane continue exploring each others bodies, I thought their would be other times.

I closed the closet door and walked out into the corridor just as Karen was walking up the stairs.

To be continued... 



Mirror, Mirror



The ballroom was well lit, not that it wasn't to be expected to be. The marble floor shining making it look warm and welcoming, with gold and crystal chandeliers polishing the ceilings that held home to many a cloud and angel painted onto it. It was the perfect place for the $2000 plate dinner. This was a charity fund-raiser, and to attract wealth it had to scream wealth. Many people had come to see the turn out to fund-raiser. Many politicians, celebrities and ineradicably rich people attended these fund-raisers, for various reasons. Some to help the needy, some to look like they cared and in turn boost their careers, others just to meet with people and exchange gossip.

Tory couldn't say she was here for any of those reasons. She was here on family commitment; her father was here to boost his career and she didn't delude herself for one second to think he cared for anyone but himself, he was desperate to become Mayor.

Hence the reason she was here as well as the rest of the Blake family. Her mother had always worshipped her father, she would always follow him. Her younger brother was there too—having just started college, Rick Jr. tried to look like he was bothered about what their father was doing, although Tory suspected he'd rather be out having a life of his own. And then there was Tory herself. She was in PR, and of course with her father's helpful pushes she got to that career choice, but that was unimportant. Twenty-five and Daddy still rules the roost. It annoyed her. But guilt trips were often dealt, it terms of 'Oh honey we paid for that school you wanted so desperately to go to, can't you come to a dinner for me. It's dinner, nothing big." Even though every time he dealt that, he didn't realise that he had basically drove her to an out of state college with his various ideas to 'make a difference', as he put it. Of course the current Mayor was there, trying to show everyone he was good for re-election, as well as others trying to take his place. Then there was him.

They'd been looking at each other from across the room since she got there. Maybe it was the fire-engine red, tight, thin strap dress she's wearing, or it could be the silky, blonde ringlets that gracefully touched the tops of her shoulders when her head dipped slightly, but whatever It was that drew his eyes to her, it never strayed, drawing her attention to his back clean cut hair and elegant dark, grey suit, then to his eyes; eyes of the deepest blue, holding the deepest promises. In fact the whole look of him shrieked sexual fulfillment. He seemed to have an air of arrogance to him, confident almost that he could make any woman fall to her knees, begging for something only he could give. Looking at him, she tried to keep her temperature under control; he looked like he was doing much the same. If he was anyone else they could drain their thirsts off each other. But they couldn't.

She couldn't go to him and she knew that. He was one of the reasons her father had wanted the family to go the fund-raiser. Callum Andrews. He was also up for Mayor, and her father was getting worried about the polls. At first her father had thought it was funny that Andrews would even try for it, insisting someone as young as thirty-three would never be accepted as a candidate, never mind Mayor itself. Then soon after that Andrews had come up with the campaign of the 'young being able to help the young, because the young are the future' basing it on help for schools and educations, shelters and runaways. Her father had decided when Andrews and himself, Rick Snr. Blake as he said at the time, were level pegging in the poles, he would use as an angle that Andrews didn't have to use. Family. That was his trump card. After he had pulled that one out he had been scarily gleeful saying about how the young these days didn't settle down as quickly as they use to, giving him the advantage. It was Saturday now, and he had started 'Mission Family' on Monday. It had a whole five or six days for the city to see how caring Candidate Blake was about his family. As he had said, this dinner would be perfect for the world to meet them.

The papers had never had any pictures of his family. The reporters had asked about that during the week. He had simply said he cared too much about his family to put them in the directness of the papers, and had finished it by saying how his family, caring for him so much, had insisted on going with him to this dinner and any other one as proof of their support. She was in PR so she knew why it worked—it was about love, saying how a family man who loves his family enough to do that and his family do that for him in proof of their love, would of course love the city just as much if not more so, saying he has enough love for everyone. It was clever. When she had told him how low it was, her father had simply responded with, 'If he is going to use his looks, I'm going to use what other thing the women audience wants. I'm going to use their idea of love.' She couldn't blame him; if he wanted to win he was going the right way about it, she thought as she made her way to the nearest waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes, only to get there and find them all gone and the waiter looking apologetic.

"Champagne?" came a deep voice from behind her. Turning quickly she lost her balance slightly only to have the owner of the deep voice draw an arm around her, not quite gripping her because of a flute glass graced both of his large hands. Andrews' hand, she discovered as she raised her eyes.

"Maybe champagne isn't a good idea if you're feeling dizzy," he said, tightening his grip with his arm the best he could with a glass still in his hand. Tory could feel the heat from his arm seep though the thin fabric of her gown and give her skin goose bumps, causing a blush to seep up her neck. Shaking him off, she crossed her arms over her breasts to hide the way her nipples had puckered at the mere glance of his arm on her back.

"I'm not dizzy," she lied. She became dizzy whenever she looked at him but she wasn't going to let him know that. "Thank you," she said, taking one of the flutes from his hands.

A lazy smile strayed onto his lips. "How do you know that was for you?" he asked with mischief glinting in his blue eyes.

Horror swept though her, could he just have been asking if she still wanted some since there was other waiters? Oh god-

"Er? Female Intuition?"

"Good guess," he said clinking his glass slightly to hers, a small smile playing on his full lips.

Relief burst though her, then horror again. This was her father's enemy, why was he being nice to her? Could it-? Could it be he didn't know who she was? Who she was connected to? Who gave her half her genetic information? Well that was getting a little too far, but did he?

"Callum Andrews," he said, sticking his hand out to her, and enfolding her hand in an electric buzz, causing her to flinch slightly and remove her hand quickly. Looking back up at him she saw awareness and humour.

"Your Blake's daughter aren't you? Victoria Blake? Am I right?"

Okay, that knocked that 'not-knowing-who-I-am' theory, Tory thought to herself. "Tory," she said, holding the flute close to her bosom.

"Tory," he acknowledged quietly with a husky drawl.

Her skin heated. She didn't understand it how could she be reacting like this, and all he had done was say her name. She was becoming increasingly aware of the panties she had discarded so she wouldn't have panty lines.

She gulped. "Nice to meet you, Andrews" she said, trying to distract herself.

"Callum."

"Excuse me?" she questioned.

"Callum," he repeated. "Call me Callum"

"Maybe" she said ambiguously.

"So you're the PR," he stated.

"That's right. So you want to be Mayor," she said, being obvious, telling him she knew about him too, that she had done her homework as he obviously had.

"Touché," he said with a smile.

The silence seemed deadly. She didn't know who would speak first.

"Want to dance?" he said casually.

"Oh, I don't know," she said, looking over her shoulder to see where her father was.

"Don't worry about him," he said reading her mind, she turned her head back to him. "Dance?" he repeated.

She looked at his hand.

"Yeah, okay," she said, placing her small hand in his large one.

He pulled her closer to him, putting his glass, then hers, onto the nearest table, and then leading her to the dance floor. Wrapping his now free arm around her, he rested it on her lower back, encouraging her to lean against him. Her nipples hardened. She heard him suck in breath. Her legs felt weak. His arms got tighter.

What was she doing?! Tory broke free from the embrace of his arms and made her way out of the room, passing rich couples as she went out of the ballroom and into the hotel hallway. She all but collapsed as she slouched against the wall near the door the busy ball room. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to calm herself. She shouldn't being reacting like this, is wasn't right-

Feeling a small pressure on her left hip, she snapped her eyes opened wide. Andrews. He had followed her. Her gaze snapped to her hip, his hand was resting on it, his thumb moving in small circles, causing her to shudder with want, sensations clouding her head.

Her eyes followed past his wrist, arm, and shoulder to his neck where his Adams apple bounced slightly before her scrutiny. Then up to his face, craning her neck to look into his eyes. They were glazed; his fingers tightened on her hip, his eyes glowing almost as if on fire. His lips slightly parted, his head getting closer and closer, until his lips collided with hers. Hungry lips pressed into hers, nibbling on her bottom lip, parting her lips and allowing his tongue entrance, moulding their tongues, Andrews gripped her hip tighter until he pulled away, their breath coming in gasps.

He grabbed her hand, pulling her along the hallway. She couldn't believe this, she had fantasized about this since she saw his eyes on her in the ballroom and now—now she was going to—going to...

They were outside a hotel room, he was fiddling with his key card, she had noticed but was too busy thinking about what might happen to realise it already was happening. He opened the door, pulling her into the elegant room. He pulled her by her hand, turned to shut the door and push her back against it. Hip to hip she could feel the full length of him, hard and ready, almost as if piercing her dress. Her right strap slid off her shoulder almost as if it had a life of its own.

Grabbing her hand again he led her to the bedroom and up the vanity, holding her in place right in front of him, looking into a big, oval, gilded mirror on the top of the make-up table. She went to pull away and go to the bed when he gripped her hand and pulled her back where she was in his embrace.

"No" he said huskily, gently moving his hand over the aching nipples straining against the bodice of her thin gown, making her arch into his palm, until he gripped her harder, the moan escaping her lips sounding more like cry of joy than anything else.

"I want ..." he said breathing heavily, as he felt her nipples get harder "... I want ... to watch ... you cum," he said nibbling on her bare shoulder, where the strap had fallen down earlier.

She gasped.

He lifted some of the hair dangling by her shoulder and started planting kisses up her neck, nibbling as he went to her ear, licking it and sucking on the lobe. His eyes were on the mirror as his left hand slunk its way into the top of the dress, his fingers toying with the pert bud, watching her face in the mirror. Her eyes slid closed. This was crazy, but she loved it that she was in a hotel room with her father's enemy and rival. She didn't want to be anywhere else. She wanted to feel these sensations.

She wanted to feel his hand and lips on her everywhere, wanted him inside her, pumping in and out of her, playing with her till she burst, she wanted—"Oh!" she thought as his hand was flicking her swollen nipple, his right hand smoothing its way down the dress, lifting it off the floor and past her black strappy high heeled sandals. She should remove them, she thought, but before she could bend down to undo the buckle Andrews whispered in her ear, "keep them on," in his breathy drawl.

Pulling the right side of the silky gown past her knees she thought she would surely faint from it all before he got to her pussy. The gown dipping on the other side from where his hand was still in the bodice, his right hand moved further up to the strap holding a triangle of covering should be. The hand on her breast stilled. She felt him smile next to her ear, her eyes opened and darted to the mirror in front of them. The smile that teased his lips was almost devilish, definitely playful. His left hand moved from her breast to her ribs underneath, rubbing firmly.

"Well, well..." he hushed out on her ear, "what do we have here?" the smile evident in his voice.

Lightly placing his fingers where her hipster panties would usually be, he skimmed the skin gently, causing her to shudder with appreciation at the awareness running though her body at 90 mph, she was going to cum. She could feel the build up as he lightly traced the tan line, her mind was blowing.

"Come on Tory baby, cum for me, I know you're close."

He moved his left hand back up quickly, gently squeezing the nipple, and her body started to convulse, her eyes shutting as the shaking consumed her senses, her whole body shrieking and her moans becoming squeals of pleasure.

"That's it, yeah, that's it," he whispered in her ear, dragging the left shoulder strap down and the flimsy material covering her plump breasts down until it folded up past her ribs. His left hand cupped her breast possessively, gripping, tugging and flicking at her bruised nipple.

His right hand moved onto her aching pussy. She hadn't expected it; he had been paying such avid attention to her breasts that she had nearly forgotten about the centre of where his attentions should be. He moved his fingers over the over the short triangle of dark, blonde curls covering her puffed-up pussy lips. Gliding his fingers over the opening of the lips he felt her hot and slick pussy juices seep though her folds. She could feel him pushing his fingers past them to her inflamed clit. He touched it and she burst again, the shudders racking her body; she felt herself slip. Andrews put his left arm around her just under her round breasts, holding her up.

"Oh—OH god, Andrews!"

"Callum," he pressed in her ear. "Say it! Say my name, say Callum, I want to hear my name on your lips when I push into you, say it."

"Callum," she repeated willingly. "Callum."

"Good girl, good girl," he said hoarsely pressing harder on her swollen clit, making her moans turning to cries. Slipping his fingers lower he urged her fingers further apart. "Look into the mirror," came the small command near her ear. She looked up. Her hair was dishevelled, her eyes glassy, her lips plump and bruised with colour. His left arm still rested underneath her breasts, his thumb grazing gently over her right, untouched nipple. She moaned. His right fingers kept going further and further towards her pussy until he cupped her. She gasped, then moaned again as she felt his long index finger dive into her hot folds. He slipped it into her and she tossed her head back onto Callum's torso.

He pressed into the wall of her pussy with his finger and then slipped another one in, pushing and tickling her insides, pulling them out and in. She could only imagine it was him, she wouldn't have to wait long, but it made her even more wet thinking about it, her liquids pouring slowly onto his fingers, dripping on his hand. She was so close, so close and he came out. She moaned a protest, and unzipped his trousers rubbing his long dick behind her. Without his hand holding the remains of the dress up, it had slipped to her feet, his arm still around her, he lifted her out of the dress that had pooled at her feet and nestled her against the hardness of his cock behind her.

She could feel some of the pre-cum drip onto her back she had to touch it—she just had to. Bending forward out of the gaze of the mirror, legs still parted, she reached for him under her legs. Gripping his cock, she rubbed him in her palm and against her ass, nuzzling him. Holding his cock like a joy stick, only this was a whole different kind of joy she would get from this stick, she thought as she circled her thumb over his velvet bell-end. Hearing his gasps and grunts of pleasure, she smiled to herself. She could see the pre-cum now, whereas before she could only feel it. She had to get closer, she had to taste it, if only a little. Skimming her tongue over his fiery end soon stopped her exploring; he cried out and lifted her head back up to the mirror.

"Little witch," he said with a hoarseness in his voice he couldn't hide.

"I'm not cumming until I'm inside you," he said and lowered both of his hand over her abdomen. Lowering them further until they gripped her thighs hard, he lifted her up and her calves wrapped around his legs, her upper body swung forward, her breast bouncing slightly as her hand braced her on the vanity table.

"Look in the mirror, I want to see you when I push into you, when you cum while I'm inside you. And don't forget-"

"Callum." She remembered, how could she not? "CALLUM! Hurry I need you inside me. NOW!"

Aligning himself with her cunt from behind, rubbed the tip of his cock, provocatively over it. "Are you sure you want it now?" he teased. She heard the smile in his voice. "What if I—"

"NOW!"

With one quick thrust he went in to the hilt. He moved his hands to her hips, gripping her. A shriek passed her lips and she tossed her head back in ecstasy.

"LOOK!" he urged. Her head came back up and stared back at him though the mirror, his eyes like an ocean storm as he pumped into her, out, in, out. Her mouth jittered with silent moans, her eyes begging to shut, while her brain screamed no.

"Oh god, OH Callum!" she moaned, her knuckles turning white from gripping the vanity.

A slight chuckle came from his lips, it turning into a moan as her insides began to contract around his still hard cock, it going deeper and deeper. Her insides squeezed him as she began to shudder with her climax, Callum shuddering too.

"Oh baby yeah, oh Tory!" he let out haggardly as he filled her with his creamy cum, some sliding back out onto his cock. He moved his hands to her waist pulling her to him and onto the floor, wrapping his arms around her and said, "Mirror, Mirror on the wall..."

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Written by TheLitGirl

Edited by Mistress_Virginia 



Mirror, Mirror



I admit it...my husband has made me watch too much Stargate (SG-1). One of the most common themes is alternate universes. Of course, it is not a theory with which I am unfamiliar. Some of my favourite episodes of Star Trek centred on the same theme. And, of course, my honours high school physics touched upon Einstein's Theory of Relativity.

For me, one of my favourite fantasies is that somewhere out there is an alternate universe. In that universe, my hubby is a nasty, horny bastard that never tires of fucking my wet white pussy. You see after forty years of searching, I have found the perfect man. He is the strong, dependable type; always willing to take charge. Physically, he has everything I love most: dark, ebony skin; shining shaved head; with thick lips and broad nose. He also has a nice sized, uncut black cock and as my mama would say is 'built like a brick shithouse.'

Only one tiny problem. Over the past five years of being together and three of marriage, like too many couples, our sex life has gone down hill...rapidly. I am a highly sexed woman. OK, I admit it I am most likely a sex addict. I could happily fuck and suck several times a day. When we were first together, we did too. Although he never hit my record of eight times in one day, I will never forget the fun we had hitting five in Vegas. Now, I am lucky to enjoy that hot body that still makes me wet with lust every other week or fortnightly as they say over here in the UK. 

I definitely am not getting nearly enough big black cock to keep me happy. But honestly, he is the only man I want. He really has spoilt me for all other men. So this truly is the absolute best fantasy of all. Him...but with a sex drive to match or exceed my own.

Since I once upon a time dabbled in Wicca, my favourite fantasy is that on one of many trips to the charity shops in our north London neighbourhood I happen upon this breath-takingly beautiful mirror. We have the perfect wall in our entry way that just begs for such a spectacular piece. I cannot take my eyes off of it. And even though, it is much more than I would normally spend, I know I simply have to have that mirror; even if it means that hubby took away my debit card...again.

When I get it home, I pull out the polishes and begin to lovingly restore its former glory. Then I notice a strange inscription at the bottom. I use an old tooth brush to gently remove layers of dirt until I can read its ancient words. Like the stepmother in Snow White, I stand before the mirror and halting mutter the ancient words there. There is a strange sense of de-ja-vu for just a moment. Then it is back to chores...and dread when I finally have to tell hubby how much I spent for this 'luxury.'

But when he comes home from a long day at work rather than noticing the laundry in the basket that I have not folded yet, he begins to nibble at my neck. He even randily suggests that we try to grab a 'quickie' while our daughter watches Peppa Pig and the dinner finishes off in the oven. My jaws, quite literally, drop. One of our biggest problems is that hubby likes to take his time and does not ever want to begin anything unless he has time to finish. Me...I love quickies. I enjoy just getting my rocks off and getting back to life.

He does not have to ask twice as we check once more that our daughter is glued to the forty-two inch television in the living room. We race up the stairs to our bedroom and barely have the door closed before we are tossing our clothes around the room. We do not even get totally naked, just from the waist down...enough to get the job done. We fuck like bunnies. I do not need a great deal of foreplay so I am cumming almost before he can even get that thick, black cock fully inside my wet cunt. 

It does not last more than five minutes as we wildly kiss and fuck like a couple of teens afraid of getting caught in the back of dad's old Chevy. We both are sweaty and breathless when we finish, but I have to admit that one of my favourite fucks just got knocked off my top five list...although I would have to think later which one.

I make it back downstairs just as our daughter notices our absence and before the food burns in the oven. Dinner and the evening progress as normal; Leave It to Beaver in multi-colour. I slip upstairs after the dishes to settle our daughter. Jimmer-Jammers for all as we sing our song about 'fresh face, tooth paste, a tinkle and a hug.' I am definitely smiling and more relaxed than I have been in a while. Hubby's great fucking is all I need.

Our daughter is a bit more wound up than normal. It takes a couple more books and television shows to settle her this night. Hubby peaks in the door as she is finally going down. 'Damn, that child ain't asleep yet,' he curses. Looking me straight in the eyes, he winks, 'Daddy needs some Mommy time too, you know?'

It has been months, probably years, since we have fucked twice in the same day. But I am always up for more. I grow a bit impatient then. I could definitely use more of what I got earlier. I can hardly wait for her to drift off to dream land. When she finally does, I slip down stairs. I had thought about wearing something sexy, but too many 'not tonight's' over the past months had shaken my confidence. Instead I take the less risky path, simply going down in just my old cotton nightie. 

Maybe I should have gone for sexy with high heels, I think later after two more large loads of his hot cum are boiling away inside my hot cunt. We did not even make it upstairs; instead christening our new couch with a double header. I might have climbed the stairs a little more slowly that night. After all, it had been a long time since my wet pussy got a work out like that.

If I thought the fun was over, I was wrong. The next morning as his mobile phone goes off just after five-thirty; hubby simply rolls me onto my back and mounts me again with that thick, hard cock. He lasts slightly longer than our quickie the afternoon before, but not so long that he is late for work. 

I spend the whole day wondering what has gotten into my hubby. As I dust that mirror in the hall, it does not even occur to me that those words the day before held some magical power. I had always joked about sneaking some little blue wonder pills into his orange juice, but I had not done that. In the end, I figured why worry. After all, I had just gotten a whole month worth of fucking in about twelve hours. Something about not looking gift horses in the mouth came to mind.

But over the days ahead, it continued. That weekend, while our daughter spent the day with her aunt, we even broke five...seven to be exact. I wondered how long until we topped my record of eight great fucks in a day. When my husband was at work and our daughter was at nursery, it was hard for me not to wonder what was happening. But my confidence as a woman was returning. I was wearing sexier things around the house and especially to bed. I just had a better outlook on life. It was shocking the wonders that a lot of black cock could do...better than my Prozac for sure.

The thing is that I am not sure exactly how my fantasy ends. I know there are always trade offs. So do I finally figure out about the mirror? Do I try of all the fucking and sucking? Do I want to send my horny hubby back to his fridged wife or do we live happily ever after fucking our lives away? I wonder...