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What You Will

By: AcheronStyxx



*This is my Valentines Day 2016 Story submission, and the first story I've ever posted, so I hope you enjoy*

Chapter 1

After languishing in the back hills of Wyoming, David was more than happy to return to Salt Lake City. It may seem a rather homey city compared to many other parts of the country, and other places that he himself had lived, but he definitely considered it a decided upgrade. While still a bit socially backward, it was nothing compared to the general attitudes that he was continually confronted by in the country. It had been many years since he had last lived in SLC, not since he had attended the local University.

David had stayed in the country as long as he could stand to do so. He had a pretty good job, one that he was proud of. Taking care of the developmentally disabled may not be a "sexy" job, but it brought with it a lot of satisfaction. And after a rough past, it felt good to be giving back to those who were in need and vulnerable. This side of him had always shocked people when they learned of it. Most people who did not know him from Adam online would have guessed that he was either like Lewis Skolnick (Revenge of the Nerds), or Ted Kaczynski (The Unabomber). This was from a reputation, quite earned, that he was a giant nerd in the truest form. Yes, he read mathematics and physics books for fun, thank you very much. But, no, he was slightly larger than your average male at 5'11", and built like a brick house at 250lbs. At 38 there was a bit of gray creeping into his brown hair, but he still retained a full head of it and seemed unlikely that it would ever truly recede. So he basically behaved like a huge dork online, and looked like a huge former football player in person. Unfortunately the most common word used to describe him was "intimidating". But it was entirely unintentional, he actually didn't like that aspect of himself.

For anyone that really knew him, few as there were, he was about the most gentle person you will find. Unfortunately, there were very few people that could claim to know him. David was very shy and withdrawn. While some may label him as antisocial, he preferred to call himself unsocial. It wasn't like he engaged in any antisocial behavior, more that he wasn't interested in engaging in anything social at all. Combine this with his deep love of anything analytical, his bad habit of saying the wrong thing, and his singular devotion to one particular thing at a time, and it was very apparent that he was on the spectrum. But anyone who took the time to know him knew that, while he may often say the wrong thing, or not understand what was going wrong, he did this only out of ignorance, not malice. He was always deeply sorry when he ever hurt anyone's feelings.

But now work opportunities had dried up where he was living. And with his unsocial behaviors and needs, it became difficult to find a new job. He finally did obtain one in Salt Lake City, working at a book store. If he had to talk to customers (something that he was assured would be fairly rare), he wanted to be surrounded by books. Other than the very infrequent romances with women, books were the great love of his life. His personal library was currently being stored with his parents, to avoid the fee and the potential moisture damage of a storage unit. But as soon as he was adequately settled in the city, he was going to be moving his nearly 1000 books down with him. No matter how small his apartment, David couldn't survive long without his books. Crammed into the back of his Veloster, a very small car, was about 20 books that he was sure he couldn't live without for the next couple weeks while he waited for his parents to bring the rest of his stuff down. The suitcase of clothing and the video game consoles were secondary to ensuring that he at least brought some reading material. Well, along with the hundreds of novels on his kindle and his ipad. A man had to have his priorities.

His thoughts were temporarily drawn away from the books he couldn't wait to dive back into by the vision of Salt Lake City as he came out through the canyon. It was always a somewhat awe inspiring thing to be winding along the canyons of I-80 and having them part to reveal the metropolitan area of the city laid out in the valley before you. Now he had to concentrate on finding the correct roads to his apartment. He had obtained the apartment online and over the phone, all utilities were set up in advance as well. So this would actually be the first time that he'd ever set foot into it. But there would be the standard walk through to put down any deficiencies before he handed over the down payment. It honestly set his nerves on end more to have to meet the apartment managers than it did to be moving into a place he had never seen in person. David could deal with whatever dwelling they handed him, people were trickier.

Thankfully the roads in the city are fairly well labeled and for the most part they are numbered quite logically. As long as you know a few basic principles for where the numbers radiate from and which directions they go up or down in you were pretty well set. So it didn't take David too long to find the apartment complex where he would make his new home. Not too many miles away from his new job, perhaps in summer, and if the neighborhood was safe enough, he may decide to walk to work instead of driving every day. But it was currently getting on to winter, so that would be infeasible in the short term. 

The apartment was fairly small, only one bedroom, but being permanently single, that was not a concern. He had given up dating years ago so there was no need to plan for anything more. Once he settled with the management and ensured all the utilities worked, he unpacked his car and set out a sleeping bag. He'd be bagging it until his parents arrived with the rest of his stuff the next week.

David texted them, "Arrived at the apartment, everything is fine to bring the rest of my stuff."

And a response from his mother, "OK, cya on Mon". She was much more fond of abbreviations than he ever would be. By all appearances he was the old codger of the pair.

Last thing that he did before settling down to read a book, by way of winding down from his trip, was to update his Facebook page with the information that he had moved to Salt Lake City. He had very few Facebook friends, but he received a few "likes" and a short message from a woman he used to date many years ago, who now also lived in Salt Lake. She just asked if he was moving into a place by himself or if he was moving in with a roommate. David just replied that he was solo and then he closed up his browser and started some background reading music. In a very short time, he was lost inside of the romantic world of his book.

Chapter 2

The stress of acclimating to a new job made the next week fly by. Moving his spare furnishings and books into the new place only took a few hours out of the Monday. David started his new job on Wednesday and discovered it could be something that he would enjoy doing for a long time. Low pay, true, but more importantly to him it was low stress, and not too bad hours. They also seemed to be happy to have gained an employee that was flexible with hours and days off, due to not having any family of his own, but was still very well read and could be a valued resource. 

He didn't work with anyone that he had any sexual interest in, so he thanked his lucky stars for that. No need to involve himself in sexual or gender politics at work and risk his job security. The only contact he had with any women that he worked with was when they asked him to do something. But they were always kind about it, so he always dropped everything to help them out and then left without a word. Once they were used to this behavior and his distance, they all meshed into a nice working relationship. And, frankly, after their last employee, they loved having someone who did not complain incessantly or bring a ton of drama into the workplace. It was a bookstore, not a library, but peace and quiet were still definitely appreciated.

There was one woman that he corresponded a little with over those few weeks, however. And it kind of took David by surprise. It had always been his policy to cut all contact with anyone he dated after they had stopped dating. There were two main reasons for this. One is that he really had little interest in platonic relationships period. Friends were not something that he really cultivated ever in his life, even as a child. But the second reason was that even if the relationship changed, his feelings didn't. So he didn't want to keep on hurting himself by staying around someone that was dating someone else. Perhaps that jealousy made him a petty person, but it is part of who he is, so he accepted it.

The woman that he now corresponded with was over Facebook, and her name was Laura. He had dated her several years ago when they both lived in a small town together. She was going through a rough patch and was getting a divorce at the time, and they met through a mutual friend. But eventually the needs of her children won out and they stopped seeing each other. David never held it against her that she broke off the relationship, but it still hurt him, and he couldn't ever see them becoming friends. While he had dated a few other women since her, she still stood out as one of his favorite people in the world. So he didn't want to hear about her other relationships, even if he wished her well in the pursuit of happiness. 

But ever since the day he moved back to Salt Lake City, he would receive a message from her about once every day or two, checking up on him and how he was doing in the new environment. It was nothing more than simple pleasant banter, though. And he honestly didn't even know if she was dating anyone, and he wanted to respect her privacy regardless. He did wonder if her message when he arrived in SLC was a veiled attempt at finding out if he was dating anyone. But since she never brought it up again, and they never even talked about relationships, he dismissed the idea.

David didn't hear much from Laura over the next week, but it was the Christmas holiday. He figured that she would probably be traveling to see her family and also to take her kids to visit their father and his family. It was a nice holiday for him, which meant low impact. The only way an outsider would even know that it was Christmas by looking in on his place would be that he watched a few of his favorite Christmas movies such as "Die Hard", "Lethal Weapon", "A Nightmare Before Christmas", and "Fanny & Alexander". Other than that, he never really celebrated that holiday, or any other. Still, he discovered that he kind of missed those short little messages from Laura over that week. When those feelings became apparent David did his best to tamp them down and remind himself that, not only did she probably bring a boyfriend with her to spend Christmas with, there was no chance of a long term relationship between them anyway. Those sobering thoughts distracted him enough that he just settled back down with one of his favorite series to read over the remainder of the holiday.

They were only out of contact for a week, but he was surprised at the Facebook message that he received for the first thing that he heard from her after the holiday. It was, "Hi there. Ummm... I'm not sure if I should be even asking this, but I can't think of anyone else who might be willing. Can you do me a favor on New Years Day? You would have to dress nice... and have a very open mind (which I'm sure you still do). Please, please, please... it's a huge favor."

Nothing about their recent relationship or the past several years prepared him to receive a message like that. So he sat there a bit shocked before he typed out the reply in the affirmative. But he had to ask, "How nice is nice?"

"Tuxedo."

Fortunately he still had one that should fit him, in fact it may be a bit large on him. But nevertheless, he could get it dry cleaned in time. So he responded, "Okay, tell me where and when to meet you."

"Can you pick me up and I'll give you directions to where we are going?"

"Sure."

And so she gave him her address and the time to be there. The whole conversation had David very confused though. It almost sounded like she wanted him to take her on a date to a New Year's party. But he found it very unlikely that he would need a tuxedo for that. And he figured that she would have just asked him to do that and that it wouldn't be a favor. No, all around it just seemed to be a very strange conversation. He sighed to himself, resigned to the fact that he would have to wait and see when he got there.

Chapter 3

There was almost as much dread as there was excitement as the day quickly approached. And much like anything else you are dreading, the hours and days just flew by in a very unaccommodating fashion. He swore that he must have missed a day or two in there, just accidentally slept through like Rumpelstiltskin. But, as work had never called him in, it must have been his nerves. Not only was he nervous about what possible favor that he would need an "open mind" for could be, but also he had not even seen Laura in many years. But he supposed that her Facebook picture was probably a lot more indicative of how she looked now than his was. Especially since his portrait wasn't even a picture of himself, it was a scene from a movie.

David did end up having to get his tuxedo pants altered a slight amount. He wasn't sure what activities he would be doing, especially whether he would be dancing or not. So the risk of them falling down around his ankles was too high to let it be. So with some messages back and forth with Laura she helped him find a place to take in the waist a little. But it was a quick job and didn't cost much. So he didn't feel too put out over it. Through that whole conversation, though, it was quite obvious that they were both avoiding the topic of what this favor might be. If his arm was twisted and he was required to give a reason for that, he would guess that she seemed almost embarrassed. But over text, such indicators are very difficult to suss out.

Sooner than he would like, it was New Year's Day. He didn't even watch the television fireworks the night before. Not only because of his general aversion to holidays, but this particular one he had a lot on his plate. So he just spent some time in a very wonderfully sappy romantic novel to keep himself calm before his impending doom. Gloomy thoughts pervaded him as he dressed up in his best and, before he knew it, he was heading out the door. It was quite early, but he was always early for things whenever possible, and he also wanted to give her time to tell him what was going on before they had to be where they were going.

It took him even less time than he anticipated to arrive at her house. So David sat there for a few minutes trying a few relaxing techniques to control his breathing, and then to make sure that his palms weren't quite so sweaty. Finally he shot her off a message from his cell phone to her Facebook account. They probably should have just exchanged phone numbers to text that way, but frankly this was the first time he had even considered doing that. If he made it through the night in one piece, and it seemed like she wanted to talk to him any more afterward, he might consider bringing it up to her. But then, he reminded himself, if she has a boyfriend it still was not a situation that he wanted to get involved with. Those thoughts rapidly evaporated when he saw her door open and she started walking to him. She looked nervous, but very sexy. She seemed much the same as she always was, lovely strawberry hair, light freckles, average female height, a little on the skinny side but not frail, and pretty eyes that looked very nervous. 

Something seemed a bit off about her appearance though. She only took a couple steps before he realized what seemed strange, and it made him even more nervous. Laura was dressed very nice, but she wasn't wearing anything like an evening gown. He was way overdressed for this situation. Then he remembered that it was she herself that asked him to wear a tuxedo, so he decided to reserve judgment until she filled him in. Her apparent nervousness allayed his fears a bit. If she didn't look so nervous herself, he might think that she was trying to play a trick on him. While that would be out of character for her, it would not be the first time he received an unpleasant surprise like that from someone.

When Laura had almost reached his car David got out and opened the passenger door for her. She gave him a little smile when she saw him for the first time in years. This made a warm feeling spread throughout his body, all the way to his toes. He had the image of a Warner Brothers cartoon character who was frozen in snow and then given a swig of the old hooch to thaw him out by a dog with a barrel on it's neck. She said a little thank you and then sat down into his car, giving him a shy look. He could still see the nerves there, but she seemed genuinely glad to see him. She flashed him that tight lipped smile of hers, lovely as ever, almost like she was sharing a secret with you.

He went back around to the driver's side and got into the car with her. As soon as he did her scent assailed him. Immediately his mouth was watering and his eyes found her exposed neck. Her pretty neck was something that he always associated with her smell. It frankly made him very hungry, and not for food in the classical sense. He had to wrangle his brain to get it to obey, there was the start of an erection already, and she was not even his, so he had to get control of himself. Once he finally regained control, he opened his mouth and was disturbed when nothing really came out. Mentally kicking himself, he remembered that he hadn't actually used his vocal chords in quite a while, so it would take a little work to lubricate them sufficiently. So he tried again.

"It's good to see you again, Laura. You look just as beautiful as you always have." She seemed to let out her breath a little at that and some of the nervousness left her eyes. David didn't necessarily say that because he knew she was nervous about it. In fact, he was a little surprised that she seemed to care about his opinion. Frankly he only said it because it was true.

"Thanks," she said with a little blushing smile. "You're a little early."

"Yeah, you know me, always early to anywhere. Besides, I was hoping that this would give you some time to tell me what it is that you want me to do." At this she seemed to get nervous again.

"Laura, I said that I would do it. I'm not asking because I'm looking to back out, I just need to know what to expect is all. There is no need to be worried."

"I know, you always do what you promise. But this is a pretty big favor, and it may not be something that you were... necessarily hoping for." She looked almost a bit remorseful or guilty about that. But David just decided to let her get it out. "You see... I need you to be an... ummmm... escort for someone. But that someone is not me." She gave him a bit of a side glance to see and hear how he would respond to that.

"So, by escort you don't mean the fake prostitutes that they have around here right? Because a: I'm a bit overdressed to be one, and b: I'm not nearly good looking enough."

Laura gave him a bit of a flabbergasted look and broke out in giggles. "No, not that kind of escort, and you don't look so bad so don't put yourself down."

"So who am I escorting, and what function do I need a tuxedo for, and what are you going to be doing?"

"Well, her name is Barbie, and she's one of my best friends in the whole world. And it's for... sort of a pageant... for New Years. I'll be in the crowd watching and cheering her on." For whatever reason she was blushing furiously by the time she finished explaining.


What You Will



"Are we meeting Barbie there, or do we need to pick her up?"

"We'll meet her there, she's getting her makeup done and her dress on... and everything else she needs to do. Just, please, be nice to her." Laura looked over at David with a pleading expression. He just raised an eyebrow at her. "Yeah, yeah, I know, we are talking about you, so I don't have to worry. But I just don't want her feelings to be hurt, and I know you are open minded, but she may not be what you are expecting."

"Well Barbie is your friend, so that's enough for me to be extra nice to her. And the only thing that makes me very apprehensive is that I'm going to have to go up in front of other people. But it sounds like I won't have to talk up there, so I don't mind escorting her on and off a stage."

She beamed him a beautiful smile and said that they might as well start heading there. The directions were pretty simple and she seemed to go to that particular place quite often. "There it is, it's called Club Try-Angles." 

Laura looked back at David to see if he recognized the name, but apparently he didn't. It was quickly apparent what was making her so nervous. There was already quite a crowd building for the pageant and from the couples that were walking in, it was obviously a gay bar. She gave him a couple nervous side glances but he just grinned at her and gave her a wink, so she smiled and blushed and calmed back down. Now it looked like she was genuinely having fun.

They parked and David was about to get out and go over to her door when she reached out and pulled on his sleeve to signal him not to get out yet. "We're still a bit early, so do you mind if we sit here for a bit?"

"Not at all." He closed his door again and turned to look at her, he was reminded again of how pretty she was and how good she smelled. Laura sat back in her seat and closed her eyes, listening to the music. David turned it up a little now that he didn't have to listen to her driving directions and then sat back to listen as well.

After a couple minutes Laura seemed to work up her courage a little. "Okay, mind if I say something?" When she caught his head shake in the affirmative, she continued, "Look, I'm really sorry for ending everything the way I did back then. It was just, I had to do what I did for my kids. But it means a lot to me that you were willing to help me like this. Honestly my life has been really hectic for a while and I haven't dated anyone for quite a while. So you were the only one that I could think of that may be willing. Honestly not many guys I know would ever be willing to do this. It just so happened that you moved here at the right time. And I'm also sorry if this ends up being something you regret. But I'm going to shut up now so you can say something." She looked quite cute with that little blush as she sat there.

"You don't have to apologize to me for what happened before, or for this. I'm doing this because I want to, and you did that before because you needed to."

"But..." she started to respond.

"No buts, yes you did hurt my feelings very badly, however, it ended up being the right thing to do. You were in a difficult spot with your children and frankly as the years have gone by, I've realized that I'll never be a proper father even if I did ever have the opportunity. And, yes, I did know that you considered briefly getting pregnant for me. But it is unlikely that I would have made a good father, I need too much attention and care myself to give it to more than one other person. I'm too high maintenance," David finished with a sardonic grin.

Laura seemed a bit shell shocked. "Laura, I will always love you. But you need to be with a father as much as a boyfriend or husband. Being a mother to your children is too much a part of who you are to compromise on that."

She sat back and finally gave a bit of a nod to indicate that she understood. So David said, "Let's get in there so you can introduce me to Barbie." He got out and gave her a little glare when she opened the door for herself. Just to remind her that he still liked her to allow him to take care of her, even if they weren't dating. Laura gave him another of those secret smiles and waited for him to come around the car. This time she extended her hand and allowed him to hold it as she rose out of the car. Little did she know that it had been years since David had touched the hand of anyone. So that event was much larger for him than it was for her. For that alone, what ever happened this night was going to be worth it.

Chapter 4

The doorman greeted Laura as they entered the club, and he knew that she was there for Barbie. Apparently Barbie was pretty popular in the place and was either one of the owners, or knew them. This much David figured out from their short conversation with the doorman, but then the loud music drowned out everything as they entered the warm club. It felt very nice to come in from that freezing Utah winter air. Laura could see that he was a bit apprehensive so she held on to his sleeve to keep him grounded, which he appreciated. He just hoped that she understood that he wasn't nervous over being around LGBT individuals, it was being surrounded by a crowd invading his personal space and the sickening anticipation of having to walk out in front of the crowd. But, he figured, if she remembered much about him at all, she would likely remember those things. David had never been interested in playing the victim or bringing on drama, but he was also very honest about his limitations.

People were still arriving, so it wasn't jam packed. Through the gaps in the crowd they could see the decorations proclaiming the 2016 Queen's Pageant. With her fingers still pinching his sleeve, Laura guided him through the crowd to a rather tall and slightly muscular drag queen. She had a beehive style blonde wig on and a pink sequins glittering evening dress. She seemed to be in high spirits as she talked to a few friends, and possibly admirers. As they approached her David discovered his reason for being there.

"So he just walked out after I told him that, no, for the last time, I was not going to leave my wife and kids now that marriage was legal for us here. He has a nice dick, but I love my wife and kids to death for supporting me even in this backwards place. But, thank god for Laura, she got me an escort for the night. And guess what... he's straight!" She was hit with a bout of giggles and caused everyone around her to start laughing as well. David definitely felt a strong blush coming on to hear himself being talked about by others. 

"Everyone look at Barbie, I'm going to have the only straight man in the place on my arm... speak of the devil, here's my best friend!" She pulled Laura into a very tight hug but then seemed to remember her dress and pushed her back away.

"Hi there sweet gal, I see that you aren't letting that jerk Thomas keep you down."

"Not me, honey, he doesn't know what he's missing, but he will after a while." She had quite a confident swagger about her, and David found her smile and attitude infectious. Internally he made the decision that even if it wasn't as a favor to Laura, he would have done this for her if Barbie had asked him regardless.

"Barbie, this is David, your arm candy for the night." Of course he went the rest of the way pink at being referred to as this, but either she didn't notice or she figured that it would match her dress.

"Oh goodness, you're taller than I hoped. It will look so nice that I'm not towering over you. And Laura was definitely right about your build. You make me look positively feminine. Thank you so much sweetie." Laura ended up with a large lipstick mark on her cheek.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Barbie," David gave her a small bow of his head. It is David's manner of greeting, he prefers that to physical contact, especially with strangers.

"Ooooo... tall, dark, handsome, and genteel... it's a good thing you are straight dearie, or I would have to beat them off with my handbag." She walked over next to him and he bent his right arm so she could place her hand through the crook and onto his forearm. "How do we look, Laura?"

"You two look perfect. You're going to win for sure. I better go get a seat, they are filling up fast." She walked over to David, gave him a tight hug, and whispered in his ear, "Thank you so much for doing this, I owe you big time."

The hug lingered a little longer than either of them were expecting. And when Laura parted from him she seemed to have a small confused expression on her face. And her posture seemed like she was holding herself back from going back in, perhaps for a kiss. But she shook her head a little, barely perceptible, and then went to sit down. Barbie guided him over to stand in the line forming for the contestants. It looked like they were about to get started.

"So, my best friend tells me that you and her used to date a number of years ago?"

"Ummm... yes, that's true. Today was the first time I've seen her in years." It took him a second to respond, getting used to talking to new people would always be difficult.

"Did you break it off, or did she? Not that I'm trying to be invasive or anything, just curious."

"She did."

"Well, you must not have been all that mean or anything, otherwise I doubt that she would have called on you for this, no matter how much her best friend was in need."

"I would hope that she would not remember me as being cruel, no."

"So, if I may ask..." She left the question hanging, and even for him it seemed obvious what she wanted to know.

"I would not betray her confidence any further than to say that I was something she wanted but not something that she needed." His tone showed that he wasn't upset at the question, but that it was a closed discussion. Barbie just smiled and nodded, apparently she had learned what she wanted to.

Like with anything else he dreaded, the contest proceeded rather quickly. Very soon the announcement for it's commencement occurred, and all too soon after that they were the next in line. David tried to keep his blushing at a minimum and to pacify his stomach by trying to recite one of his favorite stories inside of his head. It was difficult to balance his dream world and paying enough attention to walk Barbie through her paces and then know when to guide her back through to the other side.

She seemed very delighted as they walked over to the table that Laura was sitting at. She was sitting with one girl that David had never seen before and had reserved two open chairs for them. The woman sitting with Laura appeared to be rather young, but very pretty. She wasn't dressed for the pageant, but she was dressed rather nicely. She was very feminine, though, so he just figured that she was either a bottom lesbian or she was here to see a friend in the pageant. Barbie hugged Laura with tears in her eyes before sitting down.

"That was so great, you guys definitely got the biggest applause." Laura was beaming a huge smile at both of them, her eyes were dancing with mirth.

"Oh, go on you, don't get my hopes up like that." Barbie pulled a tissue out of her handbag and wiped her tears away before they ruined her makeup. Then she noticed the girl sitting with them and said, "Hi there, I've seen you in here a few times, but I've never caught your name."

With a pretty blush and a really quiet voice she responded, "Circe... and you are Barbie, everyone knows you."

Fanning herself she replied, "Goodness gracious, when I get home to my lady she's going to have to spend a lot of time deflating my ego after tonight. Maybe I should try to find a boy toy to bend me over and put me back in my place before I go home." Laura and Barbie busted up laughing, David and Circe sat there blushing.

When she had finally recovered Laura turned in her seat and introduced herself, "Hi Circe, my name is Laura and the guy in the tux is David. You have a great name, I love Game of Thrones as well."

Circe blushed harder and muttered a little, "Not Cersei Lannister." But she shrugged it off as if used to the mistake. Laura had gone back to convincing Barbie of her impending victory, so she didn't even hear her.

David did, however, and asked her, "Were you named for the Greek goddess of magic? From Homer's Odyssey and Hesiod's Theogony?"

Her mouth dropped open and she gave a little gasp, in that manner he knew that he had hit the mark. "How did you know that? No one has ever gotten that reference before." She was looking at him with an amazed expression.

"Oh, don't be surprised at that," Laura laughed. "He's like that, wicked smart."

"I just read a lot." David's face was burning up with embarrassment.

Circe fidgeted a bit and got a bright red blush before swiftly pushing forward and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Sorry, but I promised myself I would kiss the first man that ever understood my name." She had the sweetest smile as she looked at the floor in embarrassment.

David was surprised at the stern response from Barbie. "Circe, I know what you are and you need to tell him if you are going to be doing something like that. He's straight, and here as a favor from Laura." This confused him, but it seemed to horrify Circe. She scrambled out of her seat and fled through the crowd and out the door. But to David's eyes the look on her face wasn't embarrassment, it was fear.

He leveled a questioning gaze at Barbie, but Laura didn't seem to be too surprised. In response to his unasked question Barbie said, "Look, I don't like to out anyone, but I had to in this case. Circe is a transsexual. So I hope that she didn't offend you or anything."

David sat back and his mind was flooded with questions, but none of them were for Barbie and Laura to answer, so he kept them to himself. Laura, however, responded to her, "Don't worry hon, don't let it ruin your night. Something like that would never offend him."

"I hope that's true, I'd feel just terrible if it turned out to be a bad night after doing me such a huge favor."

This time he spoke up for himself, "Everything is fine, Barbie, and what I did with you was no favor at all, for either you or Laura. I was happy to help and I sincerely hope that you win." She beamed a smile at him and everything was alright again. But he felt it necessary to further add, "Besides, while I appreciate Laura's discretion a ton, I will cop to not being entirely straight, just mostly." 

That seemed to shock Barbie quite a bit, "Without being too pushy, what exactly do you mean?"

"Well, it means that I am attracted to femininity but not necessarily always women. It's just mostly women. I am quite open sexually, so really the only thing I'm not is entirely straight." None of this was a surprise to Laura, so she just smiled her special little smile and placed her hand over his and gave it a squeeze to show her support and appreciation.

"Goodness, you two were quite a pair. Sounds similar to the way Laura has always been since I've known her. I've always told her that she should consider picking up a girl friend and trying that out for a while if she couldn't find any eligible guys." At this Laura blushed a bright red, apparently her sex life was not something she anticipated being open for discussion.

But she was saved from having to go into further detail by the announcement that the winners would be chosen presently. After all that he had seen with how popular Barbie was, it came as no surprise that she won the contest. Pretty much everyone in the entire club received a hug from her as she did her victory lap, and her lipstick had long since been peeled away by so many kisses.

She finally made it back to their table and set the bouquet of roses on it. After that they called for rounds of celebratory drinks. All three tossed back a few and eventually the club owners joined their table to polish off the night, everyone celebrating Barbie's crowning as the 2016 Queen.

Chapter 5

Eventually the party died down and the music stopped. There were only a few regulars and the owners left along with Barbie's party. Apparently she was either a co-owner or one of their dear friends, because they were just as happy for her as Laura was. 

"Now that had an even better turn out than we expected. We'll have to do this every year from now on."

"Definitely. And we should think of something to do for Valentine's Day. Maybe a Ball or something?"

"I don't know, Pete. Some of our more vocal dykes may not want to have their only hang out to be a monument to ideals that they feel constraining."

"Well... you can't please everyone."

"True, but for Valentine's Day let's do something a little more inclusive. The Ball idea is a good one, but for that special day let's do something else. We want all of our people to have a place to go to and have fun"

They were all brainstorming for a bit. David honestly didn't feel like he was a part of the conversation being his first time there and only knowing two people, only one of them well. But he did have one thought. He kept it to himself though. But, leave it to Laura to be observant.

"What do you think, David?" She shot him a little devious grin, probably saw the light go on behind his eyes.

"Ummm... I'm new here, and not exactly your target audience, so are you sure that you want to hear what I think?"

Barbie shot him a bright smile, "Of course, sweet cheeks, any idea can be a good one. Besides, like my besty said, you're wicked smart."

Clearing his throat and blushing furiously he stated his idea, "Well, people like to dress up but not everyone likes to dress up as what other people think they should be. So how about something of a Renaissance costume party. And instead of a dance, have a play?"

Laura smiled, "Wow, that would be fun."

Everyone seemed keen, but the prominent remaining question was, "What play should we do?" Finally all looking back at David for inspiration.

"That choice is easy. For an environment such as this, there is only one great choice... Twelfth Night, by David Shakespeare." The look they gave him told David that they didn't understand why that play was so perfect, other than Laura who giggled into her hand, but instead of explaining it to them he just said, "Trust me, read the play, it is perfect for a club like this. It's fun and romantic and it's comedy is very topical indeed. The subtitle for the play is What You Will."

"Well I agree with him," Laura voiced her support, and Barbie joined in as well.

"We only have just over a month to prepare, so I'm going to create a flier for it and post it at the entrance and inside the club this week," said one of the owners. "Better do the casting next week and if we don't get enough volunteers we'll have to go to a backup plan. I doubt that will happen, though, our gay community here in Salt Lake is quite artistic. In fact, this may be the most popular thing we've ever done here."

Everyone seemed to be very excited and they agreed that since it was his idea and he also had the most experience with plays, and especially Shakespeare, of anyone present that David would be the director of the production. He resisted at first, having never been in such a role, but they finally convinced him that he was the only choice. So finally he just accepted the inevitable, but he did have one condition.

"Fine, I'll direct. But if I do, then Laura has to be Olivia in the play."

"What!? No way... Olivia is way too big of a role for me."

"Olivia is the main female role. And ideally she is a woman that is mostly straight and definitely interested in the main male character, but capable of being surprised that she actually also likes girls."

Barbie gave an evil chuckle, "Oh yeah, I vote for that as well. That is perfect." Laura was trying to come up with a further argument but her blushing ended up getting the better of her. So that part was taken care of immediately.




What You Will



David gave his phone number to the owners, and to Barbie, and promised to meet them back at the club later in the week. He also caught Laura adding it into her phone, which suited him just fine. Business concluded, everyone offered Barbie one last round of congratulations and then they started filing out the door.

David drew Barbie up short and asked both her and Laura, "One last thing, do you know why Circe reacted the way that she did?"

"No idea. I mean, that was the first time I've ever heard her even speak. She's never left here with anyone that I've seen. I mean, not that I pay attention, she's not really my type. But she's here enough to know my name." Barbie just shrugged, at a loss, and Laura joined her.

"Well, I didn't want to scare her. I would never hurt her." David was pretty upset over it.

"I know, dear, you can be pretty intimidating to others but anyone who knows you like I do knows that you wouldn't hurt anyone." Laura gave him a gentle little one armed hug around his waist and they walked out of the club like that. 

As they said goodbye in the parking lot Barbie gave him a peck on the cheek and gave Laura a rib shattering hug. As they were walking over to David's car they heard her call out, "Night you two, and don't do anything I wouldn't do! Oh, right, there isn't anything I wouldn't do! You go for it, girl!"

They were both blushing pretty badly as David opened up his passenger side door and Laura sat down inside. As he entered into the driver's side, he could still smell her, even after all the time in the club. His mouth immediately started to water and his cock was rapidly growing to attention. He turned to look at her and she turned her head slightly and gave him a smoldering look. From that point, there was no amount of inner dialogue that would quell his raging desire. So he just left his hard on alone, she would see it if she glanced over, and started the car.

"Do you want to stop by my place to see where I live? Then I can get changed out of this tux before I take you home?" Laura smiled at his suggestion and nodded her head.

The air in the car seemed to be charged with expectation and pheromones the whole drive back to David's apartment. When they arrived Laura pulled out her phone and shot off a quick text message while he went around to her door. He figured it was probably to her children so he didn't bother inquiring what it was about. If anything the look she gave him after the text was even more sultry than before. This time after holding her hand out of the car he never relinquished it and she never wanted it back. So they just held hands the entire way to his door.

"Well, here is my new place. Pretty small, but it's nice enough. You can sit down while I change, if you want to." He blushed as he left the "or" unsaid and walked into his room. David didn't bother to shut the door figuring that she could watch if she wanted to, or not watch, her choice. Wasn't like she hadn't seen it before anyway. He kicked off his shoes into the corner and then pulled off his jacket. With his back to the bedroom door he pulled off his bow tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. That's when he felt Laura behind him, he smelled her as well.

"You still smell lovely." He said to her as he paused with his current button. Then he felt her breasts meet his back and her hands glide over his abdomen and up his chest. She helped him undo the rest of his buttons and then he turned around inside of her embrace. They barely had enough time to even see how much desire was in each others eyes as their lips crushed together for the first time in a very long time.

Chapter 6

Their lips were met for a long time. The kiss changed in dynamic over that time, but they couldn't bear to separate totally. Every now and then they took to breathing through their nose, but it was almost like breathing was a secondary priority. To invade each others mouth was the first. Laura tasted so good to David. Her tongue was something that he had missed for a long time, and now that it danced across his, he couldn't get enough. But finally her smell overwhelmed his senses enough that he couldn't help detaching his lips from hers to go right at her luscious neck.

As he mauled her neck with kisses and little licks and bites he had to remind himself not to leave any marks. It was his way to want to mark the ones that he was with, as she well knew, but he was quite certain that she would not want one so visible. Apparently there was no longer enough oxygen in the room, Laura was gasping as her neck was assailed. And the little moan that came out of her mouth only spurred David on to greater heights. His licks and nibbles crept up to her earlobe and then back down to her collar. He felt her hands fumbling at the crotch of his trousers. He smiled into her neck at her cute lack of focus. He always loved how he could get her to forget everything and just be in the moment. David shrugged out of his shirt and as it fell to the floor he raised up his hands to cup her chin and turn her head to the other side. New regions of her neck were exposed, and he plundered them accordingly. Laura smelled and tasted so good.

Finally she managed to open up his fly and started to push his trousers down. David realized that he was getting close to fully naked while this goddess in his arms still had on her clothes. This inequality could no longer stand. So his hands roamed down from her jaw and her neck, outside of her breasts just to give her a taste of what was in store. Then he picked up the edge of her shirt and with a momentary break in contact between his lips and her skin, he slid her shirt off. But then he seemed to take her by surprise as he immediately went back into her neck, to the hollow her collar made. One hand reached behind her head and clasped her hair firmly. With a steady, but rather gentle, hold he pulled her head back until she was staring at the ceiling. And then with her neck fully exposed before him, he licked from the hollow of her collar, over her neck and up under her chin. Pulling her head back towards him, their lips reunited. As their tongues reengaged Laura's bra quickly was removed and thrown aside.

David pushed her back to arm's length and with hungry eyes he drank in her beautiful breasts. A little larger than they previously had been, they were still gorgeous. Milky white, small amount of freckles towards her collar, sexy pink nipples. He was starved to taste them. Picking her up into his arms, he walked Laura over to his bed and laid her down. Desire hooded her eyes as she looked back at him. He kissed her once gently on her lips and then quickly moved down to capture her closest nipple into his mouth. Inside he knew that he should have made her wait, prolong it, but he could not hold himself back. Like a thirsty man in the desert he sucked upon her oasis. Laura's head was thrown back and her eyes shut as she responded to the pleasure with gasps and moans growing in insistence.

Dislodging himself from her nipple he kissed it once more and then kissed his way around her other breast, getting closer and closer to her aureola. Laura's nipple grew almost painfully hard in anticipation and David could see it change right before his eyes. Finally he took mercy on them both and slid that other wanting nipple into his mouth. She gasped aloud and her fists tightly clutched the blanket as her breast was pushed up into his mouth. She was barely aware of the fact that the remainder of her clothing was quickly disappearing as well. While his left hand helped him tease and taunt her breasts with his greedy mouth, his right hand was removing the rest of her clothes so he could have access to the rest of her.

David brought his second hand down as well and started kissing his way down Laura's abdomen while he slid the rest of her clothing off. The scent of her arousal was making his mouth water and he was desperate to taste her. He kissed his way down her navel and down to where the crisp hairs started, but then veered his kisses off and down to one side. Her legs were now free of any confines and in anticipation they spread to the side. That allowed his lips to travel down her inner thigh. When he reached near her knee, he switched over to the other leg and picked up that trail going up the other. Only this time when he reached the juncture of her thighs, he didn't go back over her hip. His tongue teasingly lapped at the lips of her pussy. She almost yelped in surprise but then it turned into a long moan as he pushed his tongue more fully between her lips. Mostly he started with her outer lips and her perineum, but every now and then he would give her a quick lick between her inner lips to keep everything nice and wet. And also because he loved to taste her sex.

Finally he settled his body down in a comfortable position and spread her pussy gently with his left hand. With his tongue David shifted between lapping up her juices and sliding it into her body. Laura was really getting into it, moaning and struggling to keep her hips settled on the bed. But that control was completely lost when his tongue finally made it's way to her clitoris. He'd kept her hanging for so long she seemed to almost pass out when he sucked it into his mouth. But he gave her no respite, he let it go again only to lap at it with his tongue. He could hear from her moans and see from her body language that she was approaching her orgasm so he started sliding one finger into her while he variously lapped and sucked on her clitoris. She obviously had not changed all that much, it did not take her long before she let out a long moan and came upon his face and hand. Knowing how sensitive she was, he just gave her a couple gentle licks and slid his finger out of her wet passage.

Laura was still shaking a bit and catching up on her air as he kissed his way back up her body. He kept to her side so that he wasn't laying on her and she could finish catching her breath. While David watched and listened to her, he couldn't help partaking some more of her outstanding breasts and roaming his hands along her thighs and ass. Finally she calmed down enough to open her eyes. There was a little blush of embarrassment there, but still more hunger, which David was very happy to see. His throbbing cock had not been touched yet all night, and he couldn't wait to have it back inside of this beautiful woman.

She definitely cottoned on to the look in his eyes and her arms enveloped him as she moved underneath his body, pulling her hips to alignment with his. They shared a deep romantic kiss and also shared the taste of her pleasure. While their lips were still engaged they worked their pelvises together until his cock slid into her warm and wet depths. They both gasped into each others mouths, sharing their breath. They stayed joined like that for a good minute. But David knew that even just being inside of her like this he would not last that long. It had been too long since he had done anything remotely as sexual as this night, and she was after all one of his dream girls. Lasting sex would come later. He needed to finish their welcome back.

It wasn't exactly designed to give either of them the most pleasure, or look the sexiest, but they could not bear to part their mouths from one another, so they stayed in that position. They worked out a rhythm with their hips getting more and more back in tune with one another. Laura's pussy was so wet from the previous orgasm that slight sounds of the invading shaft resounded in the room and pushed David to go ever faster. Finally he just couldn't hold out any more.

"Laura... I'm going to cum," his first words spoken in a while and they were barely audible.

"Yes, please, do it inside," she moaned back.

Her response flooded his body with adrenaline and desire, he pushed into her harder and faster than before, her cries were reaching a peak as well. With an animalistic groan he finally let go of the flood of cum that had been clamoring for release the whole night, since the first moment he saw her open her door. She also reached a second climax as she felt him shoot his seed into her. Only she moaned into his shoulder that she had bitten down on. His cock finished emptying itself and David rolled over, bringing Laura with him as he laid her over his chest and just held her there.

After a few minutes, she looked up into his eyes and gave her special smile. "That was wonderful, love."

David ran his hand through her hair and gave her a gentle kiss. "Indeed, you truly were."

Chapter 7

"Mmmmmmggg..." Laura stretched out her limbs while still laying on top of David. Then she groaned a little. "We better get up and get dressed. I don't want to be too late getting home. I texted the boys that I would be a bit late, but I don't want to leave them in the house alone all night."

David gave her a kiss on the nose and replied, "All right, get up and get dressed and I'll put something else on."

"Eeerrggg... mmmmgggg... ummmm... my body doesn't want to respond, you've killed it."

He laughed at her, "Well I hope that she returns to life one day soon, I would love to kill her again some time." Laura chuckled against him.

Finally she made her way to standing, not very steadily though, so he kept on eye on her in case he needed to intervene. When Laura bent down to pick up her clothing his diligence proved useful. He caught her before she fell over. She blushed a sorry but he quickly kissed it away. It took them a while but they finally managed to get dressed and get back out to the car. They were both positively glowing.

On the way back to her place she started to fidget and looked like she had something to say so he gently reminded her, "Laura, go ahead and say what you need to, I only bite when it's for fun."

She gave him one of her special smiles and then dove right in. "That was definitely magical and I'd like to do that again. But I'm not really looking to date, and to be honest it really took me by surprise how things ended up. That wasn't what I had in mind when I asked you for the favor."

"Laura, darling, before you continue let me state something. It was not my plan to lure you into my apartment either, or to start dating you again. I know that many guys would do that, but remember, I'm a bit strange that way."

"Okay, thanks. Lost my train of thought there... oh, yeah, now I remember." Her giggle was like honey on his ears, even after all these years. "What I was going to say is that, I really stopped dating a while back, and as you've said, you aren't really interested in being the father type. And I've stopped looking for that anyways. So what I'd like to ask... I mean, if you're interested..." She broke off with a huge blush.

David took pity on her plight and finished it for her, "Would you like to be friends with benefits?"

Looking relieved she shook her head yes, "Yeah, basically that. I mean, I'd like to hang out with you some more, especially at the club. And if we happen to end up in bed... well, let's not feel too bad about it. So... what do you think?"

He smiled at her and said that it sounded like a good idea to him. Laura smiled back and shyly looked out her window, but her left hand crept over his hand on the stick shift and they held hands the rest of the way back.

When they arrived at her place, they sat there for a minute and she leaned over the console and they kissed like two teenagers. But soon she sighed and fell back against her seat, it was obvious that she needed to go. So David walked around the car to let her out. 

But before taking her hand he leaned down and quietly told her, "Next time you want to come over, make sure you get plenty of sleep and plenty to eat, because I'm going to wear you out. Your ass is going to have my hand print stamped on it." And with a wicked glint in his eye, he took her hand to help her up. It was hard doing though, Laura's legs had no strength left and she kept on glancing back into the car like she was seriously debating going back to his apartment with him right then and there.

David chuckled again, "Don't worry, love, I'll be waiting. No need to rush."

"Ummm... tomorrow good for you? It's good for me." Laura had this wonderful glazed look in her eyes that excited him to no end.

"Hehe... I'm sure your schedule is much more packed than mine is. So I'll be waiting for a text saying when you are available. Now get going before I decide to take a chunk out of you now." He smacked her ass a little which caused her to lose track of what she was doing again. Finally she made it to her door and waved as she closed the door, only then did he drive off.

It turned out that her schedule was indeed too packed to play the next day, or even the day after. But finally Friday came and they planned on going back to the club for more planning of the play and then to his place afterward. Laura was dressed down this time, but she still looked very lovely. And when they were both sitting in the car David leaned in for a small sample of her sweet lips before they headed off to the club.

Barbie greeted them enthusiastically as they walked through the door. She gave Laura a huge hug and blurted out for the whole place to hear that she was glad that Laura had gotten laid. This embarrassed her to no end, but apparently she was becoming used to her best friend's wild hijinks. David's one hand was occupied holding on to Laura's, so Barbie went over to his other side and grabbed his arm. Apparently this was to be his lot in her world, to be her arm candy.

Once everyone sat down they got started on the business of planning. Apparently the idea was very popular so casting the parts would be no problem. Obviously on such short notice they wouldn't be able to make costumes or a set or anything, but it was agreed that the words themselves held up quite well on their own. So they worked on a casting sign up sheet. 

There were 14 speaking roles but David told them that he would actually like to put it at 13. He wanted to combine the role of Viola and Sebastian. This was not unheard of in theater productions, but was especially fitting for their clientele. They just needed the right person for the role. And David had an idea of who he wanted for the role, the question was convincing them to do it. Apparently the Fates were conspiring to make this happen, because before the casting sign up list was even done his choice for the role walked through the door of the club. Unfortunately, as soon as she saw him, she froze and walked back out through the door.

"Laura, love, can you go outside and ask Circe to wait and talk to us. Hurry, before she escapes," he whispered in her ear. She jumped up and hurried after the fleeing girl. David gave her a thirty second head start and then walked after them.

Thankfully Laura was able to catch up with her before she drove off. He made sure to approach them slowly so that he didn't spook the poor girl. He had a good idea what her issue was, but he thought it was better to let her come to him about it. But she obviously needed some reassurances.

"Hi there Circe."

She blushed and looked at the ground but muttered a muted "...llo".

"Listen, I can tell that I scare you, but I do not want to drive you away from your hang out. If it ends up that we cannot be around one another, I'm the one who needs to go. This is your place much more so than it is mine." She started shaking her head but David continued, "However, I would rather we work this out so that you can be more comfortable around me."

Well, she wasn't running, so he continued, "First thing, Laura... how likely is it that I would ever hurt Circe?"

Laura grinned, "Zero percent chance. Circe, you really don't have to worry about him, he may look a little scary to some people, but he is about the most gentle person you'll ever meet. Big old teddy bear. Well... come to think of it, he does smack my ass and bite... but we won't go there, so forget I ever mentioned that part." She ended up with that fetching blush, obviously thinking about what was going down later.




What You Wish For



My mind trailed off into the distance as the car made its way through the city streets. Rubbing my chin thoughtfully, I thought about the various possibilities that existed in a city such as this on a Saturday night. And to realize those possibilities, you just had to find the guts to speak your mind. 

At least, that’s what everyone kept telling me. 

That’s, also, what I kept trying to tell myself. Tonight I was going to take a chance and my heart was pounding in my chest at the very thought of it. It was always hard explaining the hesitant nature of my behavior towards women, especially when my friends were always trying to pawn me off onto random girls. 

I guess they thought they were helping me, but in the end it only made me feel unwanted. Unappreciated. 

Surprisingly, something I should have been used to. But, in reality, getting used to such feelings was not something I was hopeful of. 

“Hey now, none of that crap!!” came Francie’s voice from the seat next to me. 

“Huh?” I woke from my thoughts. “What are you talking about?” 

“You’re getting in one of those moods again.” She glared at me as she navigated the car through downtown Lexington. 

Holding my hands out in a show of innocence I shot her with a sly grin. “What mood? I was just thinking.” 

“Yeah.” She said, raising her eyebrows. “Just thinking, my ass. Now perk up! We’re here.” 

Glancing out the windshield, I realized that we were parked directly in front of Atomic Café, and I immediately made me way out of Francie’s care. “Ok, gimme your money and keys.” She ordered, holding out her palm. 

“My money?!” I questioned. I had already placed my keys and wallet in Francie’s glove compartment, but I wasn’t sure where she was going, demanding my money. 

“That’s right, you’re money. Tonight you’re cutting loose. Period. So I’m ordering your drinks.” 

Complete shock overwhelming me, I stood motionless as Francie stripped the cash from my left pocket. Then I proceeded to follow her back into the farther reaches of the Café until we found our friends, already seated at a rather large table in the corner. 

“Welcome to the party!” Sarah greeted us, gesturing towards two of the seats around the table. “So, how’s he holding up?” She quizzed Francie. 

“Not too bad, although he seemed to be getting into one of his moods in the car.” 

“One of his moods, ‘ey?” Sarah smiled flirtatiously as she placed her hand on my arm. “Well, we’ll be having none of that tonight!” And having said that she called the waitress over so that Francie could order me a drink. Smiling openly, I joked and teased with my two best friends as they cast their eyes around the bar, searching for yet another girl to try and pass me off to, like a hot potato. 

Suddenly one of Sarah’s friends sat down in the seat next to her, cutting a knife through the current conversation. 

“Oh, Amy, what’s up? These are my friends, Francie and James. Guys, this is Amy” 

Reaching across the table, I shook Amy’s hand, catching a suggestive glimpse from Sarah behind her friends back. Sighing inwardly, I humored her and Francie by chatting pleasantly with her friend, exciting a few laughs and chuckles from her before she excused herself to continue wandering the Café. 

Turning as she left, Amy cast me a pleasant smile and a wave as she spoke. “Hope to see you again some time, James.” And then she was gone. Immediately, Francie and Sarah began chatting like wild geese. 

Bombarded, I was lost among a tirade of “Oh my god, did you see the way that she looked at you?” and “Why didn’t you make a move, James?” Blushing outwardly I was glad that my friends had been fooled by my act. Don’t get me wrong; she was a nice girl. That’s just not my style. And so it was that the evening went, my periodic lapses in forced conversations with friends of my friends broken up by shots of Tequila or Wild Turkey. Minutes became hours and hours became an entire night of slightly slurred speech, until I was almost ready to admit self-defeat and go home, before I caught a glimpse of a face that tickled the edges of my memory. 

My brow creasing as I struggled to determine who she was, I received a few challenging stares from a few men and even a wink from one of Sarah’s friends that I’d met. I quickly turned my gaze downward to my glass, in an attempt to avoid a misunderstanding, when I looked up and saw her staring at me in the same pointed manor that I was staring at her. The look of confused recollection that crossed her face was a welcome comfort to my own bewildered state of mind. 

Taking the initiative, I slid the chair beside me from beneath the table and gestured towards it, hoping that she would at least give me the chance to figure out how I knew her. Just then I was “assaulted” from behind as one of the men in the club came stumbling past me. Instinctively turning around, I pushed him off of me, giving him hell for not knowing his own limits as he apologized and stumbled back to his seat at the bar. 

When I turned back around, I found that I was not alone. My “friend” had crossed the bar during my interaction with the drunkard and had slid into the seat beside me. Instinctively my eyes wandered downward, taking in the low-cut dress that she was wearing, barely covering the top of her thighs as she crossed her legs. In a demonstration of perfect timing the waitress showed up to take an order for two drinks, before we both stumbled through initial conversation. Out of the corner of my eye I caught periodic glimpses of Sarah and Francie from the corner of the bar that they had retreated to upon my “friend’s” arrival. 

“James! Oh my god, no wonder I recognized you!” She said with sudden recognition. 

Again, creasing my forehead, I struggled for the name that kept bouncing across the tip of my tongue. She must have noticed my loss because she smiled and over-dramatically introduced herself, holding her hand out like a lady of the courts in old England. “My name is Anna Cross.” 

Suddenly it all became clear. 

“Holy shit!! Anna Cross! God how long has it been.” The uneasiness shattered between us in a blink of an eye and we immediately leaned towards each other for a big, “old school” hug. 

“Well, I transferred out of Kentucky at the end of fifth grade, so that would make it . . . “ 

“12 years” I gasped in amazement at how long it had been since I’d seen my oldest and best friend. Sliding our chairs closer, we spoke to each other about what we’d been doing for the past decade. Smiling, when I told her of my interest in engineering, Anna patted me lightly on the cheek. 

“I always knew you’d make it someday, James.” 

More amazing though was the fact that Anna had fought her way up from a low-income family to get a full scholarship to UK’s Medical School, with her bachelor’s degree in Biology. 

And with the reunion of my old friend came, too, the resurfacing of childhood fondness, now matured into something far more powerful. And from the way she was behaving, I could only hope that Anna shared the same feelings that I was experiencing for her. As the night progressed, our bodies drifted closer and closer, bridging the gap between our bodies with wandering hands and fingers; a random twist of her hair here, a playful tug at my goatee there. 

And it was evidently driving my friends up the wall. 

“James?” Anna whispered inches from my ear. 

“Yes?” I questioned. 

“Is there some reason that those girls are staring at us?” 

Sighing, I didn’t even have to know whom she was talking about. 

“Those two have some stick up their asses about me getting hooked up with someone. They’re probably waiting for me to make a move or something.” 

“Oh” she answered “Well, we better not disappoint them then, huh.” 

Leaning back, I found myself staring into her eyes, the color of sunlit sapphires. A flirtatious grin crept across her face as she bit her lower lip, displaying her nervousness and anxiousness openly for me. I slowly began to lean in towards her, intent on kissing her for the first time that night, when I caught a reflection of Francie and Sarah in one of the bar windows. And what I saw hurt me deeply. 

Francie and Sarah were putting money down on the table in front of them, in a way that suggested they were placing a bet. On me. They were ridiculing me. 

As the hurt and pain surged to the forefront of my emotions, I caught a slight whiff of Anna’s perfume, a soft, sweet aroma, similar to peaches, that brought me back to reality. And so it was that things changed. 

Leaning forward again, I cupped her face in my hands as I whispered clearly into her ear. “Go into the restroom and remove your panties. Then come back here and give them to me.” Letting go of her face, I leaned back into my chair and sipped again at my drink. 

At first she sat there with a curious look on her face, as if surprised at my suggestion. Looking around the room she tapped her fingernail against her tooth, before returning her gaze to me. Smiling, her eyes focused upon me the entire time, she made a rather dramatic show of standing, before she turned and strode off toward the restrooms. 

Immediately, Francie and Sarah were at the table. 

“Why’d you let her go, James? It was obvious that things were getting pretty hot between you two.: Francie admonished me. 

“You know what it is Francie? I don’t think James has it in him. I don’t think he can be aggressive.” 

Hiding a smirk behind my liquor glass I imagined their reaction when Anna returned. “Be careful what you wish for, girls.” I thought to myself. “Because you just might get it.” 

A few minutes passed as the conversation proceeded into much lighter matters as the two girls congratulating themselves on having figured me out. Then I noticed Anna coming back, a wicked sway to her walk and a delicious smile on her lips. “What are you smiling about?” Sarah pressed me. Then suddenly Anna was there, stepping past Francie and Sarah as she straddled one of my legs and held her hand out to drop a pair of red lace panties on the table in front of me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, Anna slowly began to lean in for our first kiss of the night. 

However, I had other ideas in mind. Reaching up, I cupped the side of her head in my palm, holding her head still; a frown slowly curling those beautiful lips of hers. Reaching down with my other hand, I slid my palm up and under her skirt, and quickly slid two fingers inside her. Anna’s eyes grew twice their size as she involuntarily shuddered beneath the probing of my fingers. Then, removing my hand, I lifted the two wet fingers to her lips and offered them toher. Smiling, her tongue darted out across my fingers before she sucked both of them into her mouth with a low moan. 

Finally, pulling her head closer, I pressed my tongue inside her mouth, tasting her own juices that covered her lips. Letting out a breathful sigh, our lips danced together, between our mouths, with primitive passion. Slowly she pulled free of our embrace, only to begin sucking furiously at my lower lip, her arms holding my head firmly in place. 

Opening my eyes I found Anna gasping with heated breaths as her tongue mischievously snaked across her lips. Glancing behind her for a brief moment I saw my two friends sitting there, motionless, their mouths agape with complete and utter shock. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips close to Anna’s ear, whispering deeply, “What say we blow this popsickle stand?” 

Leaning back, she smiled, a zestful fire blazing in her eyes, before she leaned in for another kiss. Standing, we both pushed our chairs back as we forced ourselves to casually walk toward the front of the bar. I looked behind us as we were rounding on of the walls and saw Francie and Sarah hurrying each other to get their shit together, as they paid the tabs and raced after us. I nodded to a few of my friends on the way out the door, as Anna’s fingers snaked their way in between my own, until we stepped out into the cold, bitter air of December. 

As soon as our feet hit the sidewalk we darted off into a sprint down the sidewalk, laughing and breathing heavily as we raced along, hand-in-hand. Briefly we shot energetic smiles at each other as we ignored the shouts of my two friends as they chased us down the sidewalk. 

“This way,” Anna pulled me suddenly off the sidewalk and into an alleyway, her heals clicking loudly against the cold pavement and concrete. We continued down the long narrow alley for a few yards, before Anna suddenly pulled me into another alley and back again into a third. Then finally we came bursting out onto different street and into an open park, sliding down beside the some bushes, holding our hands up to our mouths to mask the sharp breaths that we were exhaling as our lungs struggled to catch up. Hours seemed to pass as we lay stiff as boards, waiting to be discovered. 

“Dammit, what the hell was up with him in there?” asked Sarah just beyond the park’s perimeter. 

“I don’t know! I can’t believe him. Acting like that with a girl he hardly even knows!” Francie joined in the critiquing. 

“Fuck this dude. I say we leave his ass and go back to the bar. Let him find his own ride home.” 

“Yeah!” Francie chimed in and their voices quickly trailed off with the click of their shoes upon the sidewalk. 

Suddenly Anna and I released the breaths that we had been holding and started chuckling lightly, our minds numbed by alcohol and thoughts of sex. We both rolled up and looked at the stars from our position behind the bushes, the hard, cold grass scratching my arms and neck. Still caught up in the waning laughter and giddiness, Anna sat up on one of her elbows and leaned to the side, her face hovering inches from my own. 

“Yeah, James, I can’t believe you. Acting like that with a girl that you hardly even know.” Anna whispered through a sarcastic smile. 

“Guess I’m just a sucker for a cute butt.” I teased her. In response she opened her mouth in a mocked display of shock. And then our eyes met again, and all time seemed to stop. Those bright blue pupils stared back down at me and it was almost as if I could read everything about her through them. On the surface was her passion and hunger, her desires. Hidden slightly below these were her hopes and worries for something more long term, beyond the scope of a one-night “booty call”, as Francie so lovingly called them. And further still was something more personal and demanding of attention. I could sense the slightest bit of hesitation, as if she were still holding back to some degree. And in the depths of her I could see her pain. The pain of having, only to lose. 

And in that instant, my heart and her’s leapt out and intertwined with one another, binding us in a spell that we couldn’t have broken, had we wanted to. Sitting up on my own elbows, I approached her mouth yet again and I kissed her firmly on the lips. 

Suddenly time resumed, as our bodies jerked into sudden and chaotic motion. Without removing her lips from mine, Anna quickly climbed on top of me, using her weight to force me back against the hard-packed earth. My hands wandered behind her and while one slid up the back of her shirt the other took a handful of hair and pulled her lips further still into my own. The chill night air contrasted so harshly with the warmth of her tongue that my mind became drunk on her lips. 

Then Anna used her hands to pull mine away from her and pushed them down against the ground, allowing her to lean back, her butt resting firmly against the bulge that was quickly forming in the crotch of my jeans. Lifting one leg up, Anna placed her hand on that knee, and with a penetrating stare, the other hand slowly lifted the hem of her dress. Her legs met just above the bulk of my zipper, and her pussy lips were spread lightly against the stiffness of it. Her pussy was nicely trimmed, tiny black hairs intermittently splayed just above her clit, while the sides had been completely shaved away. 

Returning my gaze to her, I grinned openly as she began to slowly slide her hips along my body, her slit rubbing against the firmness of my crotch. Anna’s eyes closed periodically, her breathe now coming in short bursts as she ground herself against my jeans, teasing my stiffness through the thick material. Opening her eyes, she caught me smiling at her, as my hands reached up to cup her breasts through the silky material of her black dress. She quickly slid the shoulder straps off, exposing her nipples to the night air, where they immediately hardened into tight, rigid buds. 

Sitting up I swallowed one into my mouth as one of my hands found the other, my thumb rubbing lightly back and forth across the tip of her sensitive skin. Anna responded with a sharp hissing sound, as the warmth of my tongue and mouth contrasted with the cool air that was forming gooseflesh across her entire body. One of my fingers, from my free hand found its way down Anna’s tight tummy until it rested against the entrance to her depths, and I could feel the heat radiating from inside her against my fingertip. 

At first I slowly rubbed the tip of my finger against her clit, the dry friction causing her to yelp in surprise. With a smile, her own finger joined mine as they slid in between her lips at the same time. Again Anna’s eyes closed shut as she bit her lower lip, our fingers sliding against each other inside the warmth of her inner sanctum. And when Anna opened her eyes and looked into mine, I saw all trace of hesitation gone from her. 

“James, I want you inside me. Now.” 

Tugging my shirt out from beneath the waist of my jeans, I quickly began to unbuckle my belt. Shifting her weight on to her raised leg, Anna lifted herself off of my zipper long enough for me to slide it all the way down and spread the opening, my stiff cock pressing taught against the elastic of my briefs. Anna wasted no time in tucking the waist of my underwear into the crotch of my jeans and freeing my penis, so that it bobbed upward. 

In no time Anna repositioned her moist lips above me as she rubbed the head of my cock inside the entrance to her pussy, sharing her warmth with the entire mushroom-shaped tip. Resting her leg back on the ground, Anna’s groin consequently slid down my shaft until my dark pubic hairs where the only visible evidence of my cock’s existence. 

Slowly Anna began to rotate her hips around in a circle, causing just enough motion to have us both grunting against the sensations that were assaulting our nerves. Her warmth cascaded over me in endless waves as I met her motions with my own thrusts, my balls slapping against her ass as I drove my hips upward. Our bodies soon became a mixture of gyrations and quivers as we both came powerfully, my cum splashing warm against her inner walls. 

Laying down on top of me Anna leaned in to kiss me, when she suddenly froze, a look of shock on her face. Tilting my head back, I saw the two people whom I least wanted to see at that moment. Francie and Sarah were both standing a few feet from the bushes, their hands resting firmly at the side of their hips. 

Throwing my hands to the side I yelled in their direction, “I thought this was what you wanted from me tonight?” 

Both girls, quickly began to stutter with an explanation. “Well, we did, but . . .” 

“We never thought you’d actually . . . “ 

As the two struggled with their thoughts Anna and I proceeded to cover ourselves up, raising to her feet and holding each other’s hand. “My car’s this way, James.” Anna informed me. 

“Hey, you two pressured me and pestered me and pushed me to hook up with someone. As far as I’m concerned, tonight, we all got what we wanted.” And with a half hidden smirk from Anna we both walked away from the pair of awestruck girls.



What You Wish For



I have the hotel room number and my instructions. Usually I enter His room, lock the door behind me and get undressed immediately, but this time is different. First, His voice on the phone was clipped. He said in a staccato voice, “Room 1214, lock the door behind you, turn around and face the wall. LEAVE . . . YOUR . . . CLOTHES . . . ON.”

I’m confused because He doesn’t sound angry, but He doesn’t sound happy to see me. And a week ago there was that cryptic message after I had shared a fantasy with Him – “Be careful what you wish for,” he said.

I do as I’m instructed. The room is uncharacteristically dark. No sooner have I turned to face the wall then I can sense – no, I can smell that others are there. Instantly I think, “He would never hurt me, He would never hurt me.” The thought is still reverberating when two strong hands shove me, hard, into the wall. Almost at the same time I hear a voice, a voice not His, that says, “Oh yeah, we’re gonna have some fun tonight.”

A sound comes out of my throat. It’s a confused sort of grunt. I want to ask where He is, what’s going on. A hand is on my throat. “You’re not making a sound.” Then to someone somewhere behind me he says, “Let’s get this party started.”

A hand is holding my throat tightly and pushing my face into the wall. Then I feel it – or rather them – there are hands all over me, everywhere. My clothes are being torn, stripped off me. I hear His voice way behind me say, “leave the panties.” That’s when I panic. He is here. He knows this is happening. He wants this to happen. And He doesn’t sound like He’s on my side in this.

Someone is putting a blindfold around my eyes. I don’t know if it’s a blessing or not. My nipples are being pinched, bitten, pulled. My skin is slapped hard. After the blindfold is in place, my hands are pulled behind me and secured with handcuffs. The weight of them tells me that they are not play cuffs, but the real deal. The cushions He usually places on my wrists to protect from bruising are not there.

I’m grabbed by my wrists and pulled away from the wall. Someone is pulling me by my nipples while behind me they’re pushing me so fast that I almost can’t keep my balance. The mood of the men is excited, they sound like they’ve just found food after starving for a long time. Everything feels very out of control.

I hit the edge of a bed and flop over onto it on my stomach, my legs hanging over the side. “Get the bar.” The hands are still on me and my legs are being spread very far apart. But before I can fixate on that, someone pulls my head up by my hair and says, “Open wide bitch.” The man speaking is sitting in front of me and he impales my startled open mouth onto his cock. It is not His, not the one I have grown so used to servicing. Like a rag doll he bobs my mouth up and down on his growing dick saying “Yeah, I know you like it. That’s good, that’s good. Oh yeah.”

I can feel my ankle being buckled into some kind of cuff. When they are ready to fit the second ankle, they pull my legs wider apart then they’ve ever been. I want to protest, but I’m gagging and can only begin to cry out of fear, confusion and frustration. Where is He?

My panties are still on. My body is being lifted so that my breast can be tortured by their pinching. My mouth is already sore and abused. I don’t want to be here anymore.

I feel those standing behind me pull away. I hear an odd swishing sound in the air just before I feel a sharp stinging pain on my ass, through my panties. With a rising panicky feeling I remember some of my fantasy that I shared with him. Resting safe in his arms weeks before I had said, “I wonder what it feels like to be whipped into that place of transcendence that so many subs talk about.”

He had said, “Be careful what you wish for.”

While my body was taking the blows of his whip, and my lips were swelling from the abuse they receive, my mind recalled the rest of my conversation with Him that night. I began to get truly fearful.

Just as the stings on my ass felt as though they could get no worse, the hurt and fear swallowing me – just as I thought I might be physically sick – the cock in my mouth twitched upward and began to spurt hot juice into me. Instinctively I move my mouth to avoid it, but the hand in my hair stuffed my mouth back onto him. After he is finished I try to catch my breath. The man lets go of my hair and I hear him say, “Next!”

The whipping has stopped. I hear His voice say, “Now, let me show you a beautiful ass.” I can feel His hands peeling down my panties so gently. Just as He reveals me to everyone there He gives a forceful pull and rips them off of me. I whimper just as my mouth is forced onto another cock.

A voice behind me says, “Look how wet she is. You were right, she loves this shit.” Crudely he shoves a finger inside of me and starts thrusting it in and out deeply. The man in my mouth finishes quickly. He says, “Turn her over.” When I have been turned on my back, legs spread out grotesquely, I can smell Him bending over me. His scent would normally be comforting, but I no longer know what to think. He leans close to my ear and says, “Do you remember when you said that you wanted to beg for something, that you wanted to experience a deep longing?”

“Yes,” I say tremulously.

A stinging hard slap hits my breasts. “Yes what?” He says calmly.

“Yes Master.” I can’t stop crying.

“Better.” Then he continues, “You’re going to beg tonight. But it isn’t enough to beg for what you desire. I am going to see that you beg for what you don’t want. Something that you fear.”

While He speaks his fingers and thumbs are pinching my nipples making them hard and peaked. Immediately I feel incredible pain there like someone has scissors trying to cut them off. I’m begging him through my sobs, “Take them off, please, please anything you want. Take them off.”

He releases the nipple clamps. I’m panting, “Thank you, thank you Master.”

But that’s not what He had planned. Softly He tells me, “I just wanted you to know what’s in store. We’re going to play with you for a while. You’re even going to get some pleasure out of it.” He continues, “But I won’t enter you until you climax. And you won’t climax until you beg Me to put those clamps on your beautiful little buds.”

He turns to someone else there and says, “Bring me the vibrator from the dresser.” Then to me He says, “You can’t just ask for them, you must beg. I must believe it comes from a deep sense of longing to feel this pain in order for you to receive pleasure from me.” Then He kisses me, but the weight of what He is doing to me, what I have to go through for Him is making me cry and I can’t stop. The tears aren’t affecting Him. I can hear the others in the room murmuring their approval.

With my legs spread, He tells them to spread my pink lips wide. I can hear the vibrator turned on and the fear, some of it anyway, is replaced by a delicious feeling centered on my unhooded clit. I start to moan and someone puts a cock into my open mouth. His voice says, “Don’t you dare come.” But there’s little chance of that. Every time I get aroused enough to move my hips, he pulls the vibrator away. Then it’s his tongue, licking me with long slow licks, quick little flicks, circular stimulation all around my clit. I don’t know how long it went on, or how many of them used my mouth for their pleasure. Endlessly I got so close to a climax to have it denied.

I had started moaning somewhere in the process. He is speaking into my ear, quietly and intimately, telling me to simply say the words and I will know relief. My tears of frustration and fear have saturated the blindfold. My orgasm is sitting on the front seat of a roller coaster and I can’t get over the edge. He says sweetly, “Just say the words, it will feel sublime, I promise.”

I’m so tired. My mouth is swollen and sore. I can’t remember how much of these men I have swallowed. Somewhere down inside me I hear that voice, “He would never hurt me.” So I start saying it, “Please Master, please clamp my nipples.” The uncontrollable sobbing starts and I’m trying so hard to be understood, “Please put them on, clamp my nipples, please, please . . . . do it for me, please Master, pleeeeeeeeease.” I am surprised to hear the longing in my voice.

He pats my face gently and says, “You make me so proud.” Then the pain is back. It’s excruciating but comforts me in an anticipatory way. I feel His tongue between my legs. I know it’s Him. In no time at all, I feel the wave rising. The roller coaster car is at the top of the highest hill and, despite the pain I feel, I’m plunging over the edge and convulsing uncontrollably.

Before I am completely finished He is inside me. The pleasure keeps ebbing me on and on until it’s almost too much. I want so badly to hold His face, see Him look at me. Just then he releases the clamps and the blood flows back into my sore nipples. The pain hits an intensive peak. I realize I’m still crying.

I can feel him tensing and I moan while He covers my mouth with His. His sweat is dripping on me like rain. He is covering my face with little kisses, calling me “Baby, sweet baby.” He grabs both my breasts and squeezes hard as he fills me with his cum.

He pulls out of me, rolls me over to uncuff my hands, and removes the blindfold. Someone has taken the spreader bar off my legs. My eyes adjust and I finally see the three others in the room. He wraps me in His arms and rolls onto His back putting me on top of His large body with my head like a child on His chest. As He brushes my matted hair out of my eyes, He motions the other’s over to the bed and says, “Now that we’re getting started, who’d like to hit that beautiful ass first?”



What You Wish For



The following is a true story. Only the names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved. If you're lucky, you fantasy may come true one day!

It's 2am. My wife, Tracy, is an hour late. She works the night shift at a local truck line. Since tomorrow's July 4th. She only has to work a half-shift. I'm bored and more than a little horny. 

You see I've always had a fantasy of her fucking another man, but she's never been seriously interested in following through with it. Sure she'd go along with me and my dirty talk while we were having sex, but other than that she acted like it was just foolish fantasy on my part.

It's 3am. Still no word. I tried too call her cell phone, but she hasn't answered. Part of me is worried, but the other half of me is going crazy with lustful thoughts of her fucking Donnie – the gentleman she's been working with for the last two years. Yea, he's about twenty years older than she is, but I must say he's probably in better shape than I am and is known to be somewhat of a ladies man. 

They've always gotten along extremely well and overtime Tracy has become very fond of him. He's always been very gracious and courteous to me, but let's face it - Tracy is one drop-dead, gorgeous girl. She's 5'8" tall with long brown hair and long legs to match. She's a former beauty queen who seems to get better looking every day. In other words, any man would betray me for a chance to get inside her silky pussy and have those long legs wrapped around his waist. I guess that's the biggest turn on for me. I want to share her beautifully body with the rest of the world, and enjoy the pleasure of hearing her tell me about it detail by detail – inch by inch.

It's 4am. I hear the door open. She's three hours late getting home from work. I'm lying in bed pretending to be asleep when she enters the bedroom. My heart is racing. My dick is about to explode and wild thoughts are racing through my mind. Tonight would be my night – a fantasy come true or so I was hoping.

After undressing in the dark, rather than getting into bed she went straight to the shower. I knew something was unusual about that so while she was still showering I snuck over to where she took off her clothes to see what her panties looked like. To my excitement they were drenched and covered with semen. I could have came on them right then. Instead, I ran to the kitchen and put them in a plastic bag so that I could savor their aroma for days to come. After doing so, I quickly ran back to bed still pretending to be asleep. A few minutes later, Tracy quietly lay down beside me then she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and rolled over pressing her amazing ass up against my dick and began to go to sleep.

I could tell she was intoxicated by the smell of the alcohol still on her breath, and I was intoxicated by the thought of the aroma on her panties and the knowledge that her tender pussy was probably still soaking wet from the cum of another man.

I had to process all the hormones, nervous energy and erotic thoughts that were tormenting me at that time. What should I do? Should I wake her up to talk about it? Should I go to sleep and try to pretend nothing happened the next day? It didn't take me long to figure it out. I wanted to go straight under the covers part her legs from behind and bury my nose and mouth into her moist pussy, but I knew if I did that part of her moistness may come from my mouth which wasn't what I was craving. So I went with plan B. 

I gently rolled her onto her belly. She immediately realized what I was doing and half-heartedly tried to resist by placing her hand over her pussy, but she quickly moved it out the way. The moment that she did I was immediately rewarded with the proof that my ultimate fantasy had come true. My dick slid right into her pussy burying it all the way to the hilt. It was obvious that someone had already been fucking her tonight and that I was now getting sloppy seconds for the first time in my life from my beautiful wife who I've cherished all these years. I was consumed with hedonistic thoughts of raw uninhibited lust.

As I was fucking her from behind, she was obviously getting into it also so I asked her who'd she been fucking tonight. She tried to play coy for a minute, but after I told her that I saw the cum stains on her panties and could feel his cum in her juicy pussy she finally admitted that she and Donnie stopped to drink a beer on the way home from work together. As she arched and back and began grinding her ass into me stroke for stroke she told me that after chasing a few beers down, they went out to his truck to drink a few more. 

She was enjoying his company. Of course, he was only angling for her pussy and by now I'm sure he had Tracy's in his sight. I'm sure you get the picture by now. A beautiful married lady, a few beers and a secluded parking lot - Donnie reached right over and slid his hand straight up Tracy's dress and began finger fucking my wife in the front seat of his truck. As much as I had fantasized about this very moment, I never really imagined she would allow it to happen so easily. As she shared with me all the details I couldn't help but enjoy the idea that I was the second man to fuck my wife's amazing pussy tonight, and I could tell she was on fire too.

Anyway, Donnie seized the moment. He slid over to her and without any foreplay at all pulled out his dick. She immediately straddled him and began to fuck him right there in the seat of his truck risking being caught. She said he only lasted a couple of minutes, but that was all I needed to know and hear. I too came inside her that night, more than once I might add. Afterwards we spooned each other and went sound to sleep. Tracy made my fantasy come true that night and would a couple of more times over the next few years, but I'll have to share those stories with you on another day.



What You Wish For



"Have you ever fantasized about a date rape?"

I nuzzled the back of my lover's neck, tickling the curly black hair at the nape, hoping to catch any twitch or sign of adverse response to my query. There was none.

"Well, rape? No. But any man would appreciate having a beautiful woman helpless at his mercy." He ran his beautiful hands over my arms; he knew how sensitive my skin was. He was sitting in his favorite green chair at the computer; I'd come up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. I loved his smell as I nibbled at his nape. He shivered, his fingers tightening on my arms for a split second. 

"I have a fantasy," I offered. He nodded for me to go on, now relaxing back against me as I spoke. More shy now, I murmured into his thick, wavy hair afraid he'd be disgusted. But my trust in him was complete; even if he didn't like what I had to say, I could trust him with my secrets. 

"I love to be helpless. But I've always wanted it to happen without a fight, to have no struggle to lose my power. It's..." I inhaled, " been a dream of mine to be the victim of a date rape. To be drugged. I'd be enjoying a night in a dimly lit bar, maybe, but then I'd start to feel sleepy....and as I passed out I'd feel a moment's fear as I realize that I'd been tricked and I was now in someone else's power. Passive and I can't help it." I could see that my lover's cock was hard now. I brushed my hand lightly over it, teasing, feeling his cock jump below the too-soft touch.

"I'd wake up, maybe an hour later, maybe several hours. My thighs would be sticky, my pussy sore. Maybe cum on my tits. I wouldn't know what he'd used my body for, but it was definitely used. It would be torture to only imagine how he fucked me while I couldn't--". He turned and nipped my lip even as I spoke, stopping me from going further. He rose up over me and bore me back against the nearest wall. He was lean and supple, taller than me. He bent to force my mouth open to him, licking inside. I tried to fight him away, startled by his ardor, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them by my sides against the wall. I gave a muffled whimper into his attacking mouth. He shoved me rigidly back against the wall, pressed my tits firmly down with his lean body, his cock jumping against me through his jeans. His hands rose to my shoulders, and as he broke from my mouth he pushed downward. He backed up enough to give me room to slide down the wall, gracefully to my knees in front of him. Settling comfortably, I rubbed my face against the stiff piece of him that I loved the most. His hands shook now as he separated his button and zipper. I helped him pull his jeans down, gasping softly as his cock sprang free. How is it that that never loses its beauty? It's never any less stunning when I see each new erection, no matter how many times I've taken his cock from soft to spurting and back again. 

He was still for a moment, waiting to see what I would do. I gently grasped his calves, encouraging him to step out of his fallen pants. When he was clear, I gave a quick, playful, wet lick to the oh-so-soft head of his cock. He growled and grabbed my head by the back of my dark brown, high-rise ponytail. He held my head still as he ran his bobbing cock back and forth across my lips. I opened them welcomingly. He urged my head forward, beginning his favorite rhythm as he pushed his cock into my desirous mouth, then pulled my head away and his cock out. My tongue never stopped circling, stroking, exploring the ridge of the head with each entry and loss. The only break in the rhythm he set was when he would push his hips forward to pin my head against the wall, forcing himself in before I could accommodate, forcing me to deep throat him, until I gagged and had to gape for breath. Only after my throat twitched from lack of air would he pull out, letting me recover before resuming his pace. I was shaking, and hungry for more, mindlessly caressing him with my tongue as his hands in my hair directed. Then his fingers tightened, holding me still just before his sweet cock began to quiver in my mouth. His hands convulsed as I swallowed his spumes of salty seed, over and over, then sucked the last out as he softened, and tenderly licked it clean before letting it rest against his shaking thighs. I licked my lips as I looked up to his eyes. My lover. 

His voice was slurred, thick. "How would you like to go on a date tomorrow?"

* * *

The tables in the nightclub were arranged tightly. We hadn't come to this club before; we rarely went to any club at all. But the light was dim and the music mildly chaotic. I listened to Sarah McLachlan's raging voice. My lover's mood was anticipatory; I don't know what drug he'd found so quickly to fulfill my fantasy. I hoped it was legal. When I'd gone to the ladies' room to freshen up, I foundm yself almost too nervous to return. Of course, nothing bad would happen tonight; probably even nothing unusual. But my imagination ran wild.

When I did return, damp from rinsing my face with cold water, I noiced the man sitting diagonal to our table. He had a dashing scar across his lip, and for a split second I imagined licking it. I shook the thought from my mind. For shame! But he did look upset, and barely contained. I wondered what could bother such a strong looking man so much. 

Sitting down across from my lover, I sipped my drink and saw him smile slightly. I wondered if there was now something extra in my drink. It looked no different. But the man next to us started violently, and I spilled part of my drink. Why was I so aware of him? I mopped the spill and tried to concentrate on my lover, exchanging small comments and observations. Over the next half hour I focused on my body, trying to determine any changes to show what was happening. I didn't realize, though, that our conversation had stopped until I almost collapsed on the table from my seat. Oh. I looked at my love, concerned, a little pleading as I realized how disoriented I was. He smiled, stood, and whispered in my ear, "I'll be right back, love." Going to prepare for something? I felt fear trickle in as I watched him go, but couldn't do anything to stop him. As soon as he was out of sight around a corner, the man next to our table sprang up. 

"Hey!" His voice was rough. Definitely upset. I couldn't think of a response. He grasped my chin, lifting my face from where it was laying on the table to meet his. "Hey, we need to get you to safety. He put something in your drink."

"S'okay," I slurred, falling against his hands. 

"No, it's not okay. You've been drugged. Do you understand?" He tried to hoist me up.

"Yes. S'okay. 's my fantasy. 'll fuck me. Helpless." His eyes widened, then narrowed, and then I passed out.

* * *

I slipped into consciousness for a moment, barely beyond limbo. I couldn't see. I moaned as I felt a man's thick cock sliding into my pussy. Tried to move my hands, but each limb was tied. Then I was gone again.

* * *

I came into full consciousness. God, where was I? I knew a long minute's confusion, before remembering flashes of the club, and the concerned stranger, and my lover, Darien, watching me struggle to stay awake. I wondered how Darien, on his return, had explained our situation to the stranger. 

I realized then that my eyes were open, but it was still dark. I was had been blindfolded. I tested my hands, and I was still tied. A flare of heat stabbed my pussy; Darien had never tied me so completely. My breathing quickened and it disturbed the sensitive skin of my belly, which in turn revealed a sticky sensation of dried fluids there. I gasped--the dried stickiness also covered the softness of throat and collarbone, even splashes could be felt on my face and lips. I wriggled, tried to force the blindfold off, arousal spearing me and my imagination went wild. I nearly cried out from the overwhelming spikes of need. I began to fight my bonds in earnest, liquid heat trickling from the folds of my pussy as I pictured how I'd been used. 

I heard a sound in the room, a step, and then strong hands on my wrists stopped their movement. He straddled my face and I could smell his musky cock near my mouth. I pushed forward, starving to suck his cock, let it feel how much needed him. My tongue could reach the head to swirl around it, my lips could wrap around the tip, but no more. I did I could, frustrated by the denial of my reward, but gratified as a drop of cum trickled down and only my waiting tongue. He breathed hoarsely, but said nothing. So mysterious!

Moments later he slid down my body. He covered me like a blanket, like a summer day, hard where I was soft and welcoming. He nuzzled to expose my neck, his breath hot and teeth teasing as his hand grasped his cock, guiding it to my entrance. His head felt huge, bigger than possible, bigger than ever as he positioned himself to enter. Now both hands grasped my trapped wrists, and I screamed in shock when his teeth bit hard into my throat as he shoved his full thick, meaty cock into me. He gave me no time to adjust as he began to slamfuck me. I sobbed and shrieked, bounching beneath his thrusts, soothed only as he eased his bite and began to lick the sore evidence of his violent possession. He was too primed, though, and as I felt his cock begin to stiffen and throb in me, he roughly fisted my hair, holding my head pinned as his mouth captured mine. I fought violently--as his cum began to fill me, my thighs slapping with wet splashes, I tasted a man I'd never met before, licked a scar on a lip I'd never touched before. The scar on the lip of the stranger in the nightclub.

* * *

I was too stunned after he'd finished to say anything. He'd collapsed on me, kissed me gently but possessively, and I was too confused to fight. He obviously wasn't hurting me, and my clit still throbbed in need despite this betrayal. He nipped my throat, eliciting a yelp, and whispered, "I left you behind, didn't I. I'm sorry, sweet." I jerked at the sound of the stranger's voice, but I still wouldn't say anything. But I couldn't contain a sigh as his talented hand stroked down my curved body, exploring it until he reached the V of my legs, still tied spreadeagle. I whimpered as two seemingly huge fingers slid into the sensitive pussy his cock had vacated, and his broad thumb slid over my swollen clit. He moved them back and forth in tandem, in and out, stroking and sliding in and out. He sped up as I began to shake and jerk, holding me still even as I fought to evade the overwhelming pulses of pleasure, as I cried out and finally screamed into his mouth. Sweet relief filled my exhausted body; I lay as dead in his soft bed, only moving to draw in my arms and legs as he untied them. I curled into a ball on my side, feeling him spoon against me, petting me in an effort to comfort me. Only then did I realize my blindfold, still tied, was wet with tears of relief and fear and uncertainly and unreasonable pleasure. I cried softly as he held me, then I succumbed to sleep in his arms.

* * *

Hours later I woke up, fully and completely this time. Darien! Christ, Darien would be terrified. How long had I been here? He'd have the police searching for me. I slammed upright, tearing the blindfold off that had loosened in my sleep. The stranger's arm hooked around my waist to prevent me from going anywhere; he still lay behind me. I tried to throw him off. 

"Home, I need to go home!" I was embarrassed by the panic in my voice. But I had not succeeded in throwing his arm off, and it nearly succeeded in pinning me back down to the bed. "You're right, it's okay." He tried to reassure me.

"No, it's not okay, my god, Darien's got to be terrified!", I tried to lunge back up, but before I could blink I was pinned on the bed again, him above me, keeping me helpless. I yelled in fury. He kissed me despite my attempts to bite him, before calmly drawing back to state, "Darien knows where you are."

Shocked, I relaxed slightly, enough to stop fighting him. My voice was not even, but neither was it panicked now. "What do you mean?"

He watched me, and moved my limbs into positions more comfortable to himself. 

"He knows where you are. I'm the one that tried to help you in the nightclub, you understand? I own that nightclub. And I made sure a waitress told...Darien?...that due to the suspicious circumstances you were being taken to a safe house until we knew his story was true."

I tried to think of what was wrong with this response. "But I told you it was an arranged fantasy." 

He smiled. I gulped. "Who are you?"

"I'm Patrick." He let his cock, stiff again, brush over my tufted pussy. "Nice to meet you, Clara." I started to ask how he knew my name, but stopped. He'd have either gotten it from Darien or my wallet.

I tugged at my hand. "Will you let me up?"

"Will you run?"

"No."

He slowly drew away from me. I equally slowly slid to a sitting position, and saw my clothes on the floor. I turned to face him, backing up to the pile of clothes, carefully fetching them. He made no comment as I dressed.

"Will you take me home?" He nodded. We didn't say a word except to confirm directions to my house. I stared out the passenger window, watching rain trickle down. He had a nice BMW. He stopped outside the driveway of my house. I fiddled with my purse, unsure of what to say. Finally, I simply reached for the door. A hand on my wrist stopped me. He drew me to him, and gently, deeply, kissed me. Moments later, we slid apart, watching each other. His voice was strong.

" I own you now, Clara. You'll never be his again. You can bet on that." I stared at him, then without words hurried out of the car and up my driveway. 

I did not look back.

* * *

Darien held me when he could as I showered. I told him nothing had happened. After he had held me and felt my shaking subside, he confessed he'd been too scared by losing me to ever try this fantasy again. I couldn't help but wonder why he'd deserted me, drugged and scared, to begin with. Would Patrick have done that? I didn't think so.

I smiled and nodded, not meeting his eyes. 

"Yes, we'd do well not to go there again."

To be continued. I think Patrick and Clara have to much chemistry to end here...



What You Wish For



It's never a good idea to keep pornography on your personal computer. And it's definitely a potential disaster if you have a tendency to leave yourself logged in when you get called away from your computer. Trust me, I know. I did both, naively, and it irrevocably changed my marriage. For better or worse? I haven't yet made up my mind.

I'm 25, recently out of law school, and working ridiculous hours as a junior associate in a mid-size firm specializing in insurance law. The pay's decent enough, but the work is tedious. If it wasn't for Kaitlyn, I'd have quit months ago, but she brightens my evenings and makes the weekly slog tolerable. We met in college, fell in love, and married when we graduated. Then law school for me and a Master's in Education for her. She's 23, and turns heads. I tease her about it but she never seems to notice. Kait's from Iowa, and has that Midwest farmer's daughter look, fine blonde hair the color of corn silk, flawless skin, a snub nose that gives her a slightly impish look, and huge blue eyes with startling refractions that seem to change color with the light. She's 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighs 110 pounds on a bad day, and is slim and muscular, a legacy of her high school and college days as a gymnast and dance team captain. She bitches that at 32b her boobs are too small (I love them) and hates her bubble butt. She doesn't really have a bubble butt; it's just that all of her training has left her ass incredibly well rounded and muscular. These days she runs for exercise, and I guarantee you that guys stare at her ass when she jogs past, though she laughs it off when I tease her about the stares. All I know is that I'm incredibly lucky to have met and married her.

Things have been a bit strained at home lately. Like I said, I've had to work long, often boring, hours, while Kait's job as a substitute middle school teacher gives her much more regular hours. I leave early and get home late and often bring work home. All-too-often by the time I get ready for bed, she's already asleep. Our lovemaking's suffered as a result. 

Don't get me wrong -- I've never had complaints from Kait or the couple of girls I bedded before her. I'm hung a very respectable 8 inches and I know how to use it. Kait always climaxes. Once. Just once, and that's it. She's always satisfied but never shows interest in Round Two. Lately it's been feeling like part of our nighttime routine: wash your face, brush your teeth, make love, climax. Once. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it, but it's just so -- routine.

I've always liked porn videos, particularly those featuring attractive white women and well-endowed black men. I don't really know why, but something about the contrast and the taboo gets me hard as a rock. Quite by chance, I stumbled across a website catering to amateur videos featuring purportedly married white women fucking black men. That's where the trouble started. 

What began as a mild interest became an abiding fetish, and pretty soon I had a bookmark directory full of websites that catered to, well, heavy hung black guys fucking white wives. I started downloading the videos that looked "real" and particularly the ones where the white husband watched or filmed. Like an idiot, I put the videos in a file marked "video downloads" -- a fiasco waiting to happen, which it inevitably did. I'd been working in my home office all morning and as luck would have it, I got a call from the office I took in living room. I was gone for 20 minutes. 

When I walked back in, Kait was sitting in front of the monitor. I could see one of the videos playing. Sensing my presence, she turned in the chair looked me right in the eye and said "Clearly you haven't been spending all those hours just working." 

I said nothing, hoping she hadn't had long enough to realize that nearly all of the videos were of the same theme, wives and hung black guys. 

"That's quite a collection," she said. My heart sank. "I'd guess this is more than a passing fancy. It seems like you've got a real hang-up about white wives and black guys. Is that right?" 

Again, I said nothing. 

"Well, answer the question!" 

I stammered a response. "No, well, yes. Well, maybe." 

Kait frowned. "I counted over a hundred videos and every single one of them was about white wives fucking black guys. I'd say that amounts to more than a 'Maybe'."

I waited. I knew she didn't approve of porn. 

She sighed. "I feel almost violated, Rick -- it's like I thought I knew you and now I'm not so sure. I don't know what to make of the situation, but I do know I need some time to sort all this out. I'm going to go and stay with Annie for a couple of days. Don't call me." 

Annie was her best friend from college. She lived about 20 miles away. Kait went upstairs and packed. Fifteen minutes later I heard the door open and close and she was gone.

Work the next day was nearly impossible. I could only focus on Kaitlyn's departure. It was obvious that I was distracted and depressed, so much so that my summer intern, a first year law student named Ted, stuck his head in my office.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned. 

"I can tell you after work, not now," I replied. "Meet me at my house at 7:00."

Ted arrived promptly at 7:00 p.m. with a bottle of single malt whiskey, and poured each of us quite a bit more than a "wee dram." I gulped it down and poured myself another, and another. Then, fortified by whiskey courage, I told him what had happened.

Ted listened intently. "I'm really sorry," he said. "It's hard enough to broach the subject, let alone have your wife find out that way."

"Broach the subject? What do you mean, 'broach the subject'?" I asked. 

"You know -- cuckolding -- watching your wife doing a black guy," he said. 

"How the hell would you know anything about that, Ted?" I asked.

Ted poured himself a drink and then made me swear I wouldn't repeat anything he was about to discuss. "I know because Lisa's been fucking a black guy since I started my internship," he said. 

Lisa was Ted's fiancée. She was just 20 and a senior in college, a lively redhead who seemed as down to earth as anyone I'd met. She and Ted are a great couple. 

"You, my friend, are completely full of shit, but I appreciate the effort you're making to get me out of the dumps," I laughed.

"I'm dead serious," he said. "It started a week after I began my internship and it's become a regular part of our life. Never thought I would say this, but sexually at least it's the best thing that's ever happened to us. In case you're wondering, Lisa's seeing Bob Purdy." 

Bob Purdy was the office manager at our firm, not an attorney. He's maybe 50, pleasant, and not much to look at, the kind of guy who's just hanging around in the background. Non-descript. Part of the office furniture. Boring. 

"Oh come on! Are you seriously telling me that good old Bob Purdy is boning your gorgeous 20 year-old girlfriend?" I was having a hard time believing this.

Ted nodded. "I know what you mean, it sounds absurd, but let me tell you -- good old Bob Purdy's a fucking machine. He only fucks the young white wives of attorneys at the firm. Or fiancées. He may not be much to look at, but based on our experience, I'm convinced that one night with him will make a black cock addict out of just about any white woman. He sure worked on Lisa." 

I must have had a skeptical look on my face, because Ted reacted defensively. 

"Look, Bob's kind of scrawny but he's hung like a stallion, knows how to use it and kind of just takes over the bedroom. I thought Lisa and I were good together, but the result of her first night with Bob was enough to disabuse me of that notion," he said, emphatically.

I asked Ted how it happened, and he told me the story. 

"Bob invited us to his place for a cookout, and I thought it would be impolite not to go, so we did. We had a good time -- he's funny and flirts a lot, and Lisa dug it. We drank a lot, did some weed that we brought with us, and then he turned us on to some coke -- his vice, he called it. We were really wasted, but Lisa kept doing more blow so she was really up and buzzed, while I was really mellow," he said.

"Bob started flirting pretty openly and when I didn't react badly, Lisa kind of started flirting back. He asked her if she wanted a tour of the house and she said sure. As they walked out of the room, I saw he had his hand on her ass, but it just didn't penetrate the fog I was in. Anyway, I zoned out but eventually figured out Lisa and Bob had been gone quite a while, so I went looking for them. I heard noises coming from upstairs and quietly went up to take a look." 

Ted went on. "They were in his bedroom; Bob told me later that they had left the door open quite deliberately. Lisa was stark naked with her hips on the edge of the bed, and Bob was between her legs giving her the biggest cock I'd ever seen." Ted took another drink, and continued.

"It was mesmerizing. I had no idea how, but she was taking all of it and grunting like a bitch in heat, and when she saw me watching, she just smiled, looked right at me, and made the sign of the horns, you know, the cuckold horns, like the sign for the Texas Longhorns. I just stood there slack-jawed while Bob made her scream and moan. I'd never seen her so wild. And when she was pretty well delirious with it, he pushed it all the way in and came in her pussy. When he finally pulled out, he left her totally gaping open with cum just running out of her."

I sat there, stunned. "I don't know whether to believe you. What the hell did Lisa say?" 

Ted smiled. "She was too fucked out and too fucked up to say much of anything. I helped her pull on some clothes and got her home and put her to bed. The next day we had a long, long talk -- the gist of which was that she loved me and wanted to get married but she also wanted more of Bob's dick, and I needed to support that." 

I frowned. "That's a hell of big ask, wasn't it?" I said, rather judgmentally.

"Yeah, it was," Ted replied. "But the thing is, I love Lisa and the fact that she loves black dick doesn't really bother me any more. In fact, after watching her with Bob, I couldn't get it out of my head -- I wanted to see more of it. It's become a pretty regular event for us, maybe once a week, sometimes more often. These days, Lisa sometimes goes to Bob's place and makes me wait at home for her."

"So what are you telling me -- that I should persuade Kait to fuck Bob? She'd never agree to it," I protested. 

Ted just laughed. "You need to get real on that point. Lisa and I have learned a hell of a lot in the last two months, and one of the big lessons is that this kind of stuff is going on all over the place. Bob said it used to be only older couples, like in their 40s and 50s, but now he says more and more married couples in their 20s and 30s are taking black dick in the marriage bed. I won't tell you who, but I know for a fact that three other wives at the firm -- all under 30 -- are in the lifestyle thanks to Bob."

Ted looked at me intently. "You've said that your love life with Kait is pretty vanilla. I can pretty well guarantee you that you'll see a side of her you would never even dream about. But there are some serious issues you need to think about, too."

"Such as what?" I asked. 

Ted grew serious. "Well, first off no matter how good in the sack you think you are, you're just not in the same league. It's humbling to see your partner respond in ways you've never seen before and most likely will never achieve with her on your best day. And you can bet Kait won't be shy about telling you so, either."

"Second," he continued, "the dynamic of the relationship changes. You won't be the alpha male anymore -- your role is to support and facilitate, not to lead. If you work it out in advance, you can still have her pussy if she feels up to it once she's been blacked, but there's no guarantee. And the specifics of getting her pussy can be pretty liberally interpreted. Tell me, have you ever gone down on Kait after you've come in her?" he asked.

"Nope, sure haven't," I allowed. 

"Well, you might want to try it some before she takes black dick, 'cause you're more than likely to be doing it a lot when she's been fucked by another guy, " Ted replied.

"Third," he continued, "and this is the most important point to keep in mind -- once you go down this road, there's no guarantee that you can turn back. I don't think Lisa would give up black dick if I begged her to, not that I'd suggest it at this point."

I sighed. "Okay, even if I'm interested I don't think there's a snowball's chance in hell that Kait would consider it. Right now, she's so pissed she won't event talk to me," I sad, glumly.

Ted nodded. "If that's true, I can have Lisa talk to her about it. She can give her the benefit of our experience." 

I was lost in thought. "You really like this?" I asked. 

"Man, I'm hard as a rock 24/7. There is nothing, and I mean nothing hotter than seeing Lisa taking 10 thick inches of black dick. I never thought I'd say this, but I'd almost rather watch her get fucked by big black cock than fuck her myself," Ted concluded.

We chatted a while longer, and called it a night.

Ted wished me luck. "Check your e-mail in an hour, I'm going to send you something," he said as I closed the door behind him. 

I zoned out on TV for a while, and then checked my mail. There was a note from Ted with an embedded link in it. "Check this out," the note read, "but if you ever show this to anyone but Kait I swear I'll make you pay." 

When I clicked on the link it took me to a file download marked "Lisa.flv" which I downloaded and then hit the play button. What I saw as seeing was an attractive woman, sitting on the biggest blackest dick I had ever seen. She was bouncing up and down and moaning, facing away from her lover, toward the camera. The camera eventually panned up and focused on the woman's face. It was unmistakably Lisa. I nearly fell out of my chair, but the video ended. I think that was the moment I knew that I wanted Kait to go black, and damn the consequences. I fell asleep dreaming of the brief video file that Ted had sent, only instead of Lisa it was Kait riding black cock, looking right at me and telling me how good it was.

Kait came home the next day, but it was obvious from her aloofness that I'd clearly overstepped some internal limit and had shocked her, perhaps really hurt her. I wanted to beg for forgiveness, but I held my peace, waiting for her to open up. 

It took a while, but she finally came into my office, sat down across from me, and said, "I don't quite know what to make of the videos, Rick. I mean, I thought I knew you but it sure seems like I don't. Do you really fantasize about that stuff?" 

I knew I had to answer her. "Yes, I do, to be honest," and held my breath. She looked at me intensely. 

"Is it just about white women with black guys?" she asked. 

"No," I replied. "I'm not into commercial interracial stuff. I like watching amateur videos, one where white wives go black." 

Kait looked right into my eyes. "Is this just an abstract interest, or do you imagine me with a black guy?" she asked.

I took a long moment to reply. There was no going back now that we were talking. "Yes, I definitely think about you with black guys, only it's more than just a fantasy. I think I want it to happen for real," I said. I was all in.

Kait looked at me for a long time without speaking. "Aren't you worried that this could just destroy what we have? I mean, what happens if I like making love to a black guy more than I like making love to you?" she asked. 

"I pretty much assume you will," I replied. "In fact, that's part of the allure. It may sound crazy, but I hope Bob will take you places you've never been sexually with me, and show me a side of you I've never seen." 

"Aren't you worried I'll leave?" she asked. 

I nodded. "It's a risk, fair enough, but I think there's more of a chance of that happening with couples where one partner sneaks around and cheated, not with cuckold couples who are open with each other and made it part of their love life."

Then Kait surprised the hell out of me. "I poured my heart out to Annie, but instead of commiserating about what a bastard you are she told me not to be such a prude. It turns out that Annie has been cuckolding Sean with a black guy from work for about a year now," Kait explained. "She said it was by far the hottest thing she had ever done and that Sean loved it too. She actually said I was lucky you were so supportive." 

Kait sighed. "I really love you Rick, and I'm really scared this will tear us apart. But if this is what you really want, I'm willing to try it, with a couple of conditions. First off, I am making absolutely no promises about doing this more than once. I don't expect that even if we both really like it the situation will become anything regular. Second, I call the shots. If I don't like it, we stop. You don't pressure me to do it again." 

"And if you like it?" I asked. 

"Then you better remember that you asked me to do it," Kait replied. 

I kissed her, and told her I loved her more than anything. And then I told her I would speak to Bob Purdy in the morning.

I was nervous as hell when I got to work the next day. I tried to get some work done, but found the only thing I could think about was Kaitlyn riding Bob Purdy's big black dick. I finally knocked on Bob's door and asked if I could speak with him. He motioned to me to take a seat. 

"What can I do for you today?" he asked.

I must have turned bright red because without saying a word, Bob stood up, walked to the door, and closed it. 

"Now, what's on your mind?" 

I hemmed and hawed and finally stammered out something about Ted and Lisa. 

"Ted mentioned you might drop by," he said. "Do I gather that you and Kaitlyn are interested in joining the lifestyle?" 

I nodded. 

"Are you sure about it? I ask, because if one or the other of you is opposed it will cause a real problem, and I don't put up with drama," he added.

"I guess w're as sure as we can be, but we're really nervous about it," I replied.

"Perfectly normal," he said. "I'm free on Friday. Here's my address. I'll see you at seven."

When I got home that evening, I could hardly wait to tell Kaitlyn about my conversation with Bob. She listened, carefully, while drinking a glass of wine.

Finally, she replied. "Okay, but I just want to remind you that you asked for this. You better not get pissed off at me."

Friday rolled around quickly enough. Kait wasn't sure what to wear, so I suggested she dress a bit suggestively. She put on a thong, a short black skirt, and a semi opaque blouse. No bra. The ride to Bob's was quiet as we were both lost in thought. 

When I pulled into Bob's driveway, Kaitlyn looked at me and said "I guess this is the last chance for you to call this off. I'm not going to" 

Then she got out of the car and walked up to the front door, as if to emphasize her point that it wasn't going to be her calling a halt. By the time I caught up with her, Bob had already opened the door and ushered Kait into the house.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he said, smiling. 

"Yeah, right, said the spider to the fly," I thought, but kept it to myself.

Bob was friendly, funny, and charming, and an outrageous flirt. He managed to put Kait at ease pretty easily, serving us a "special libation from a secret recipe," which turned out to be an easy to drink punch. In no time at all, Kait and I were laughing and chatting with Bob like he was an old family friend. After a couple of punches, I started to feel pretty relaxed and kind of spaced out. So evidently was Kait. 

Bob smiled. "I put a little something in the punch to get you both relaxed. Nothing serious and perfectly safe." 




What You Wish For



Kait giggled. "Whatever it is, it's working just fine!" she said.

"So," Bob said, "what would you like to know? Any questions?" 

Kait was swaying to some inner music that only she could hear, and her eyes were soft and unfocused. 

"What do you get out of this? I mean aside from the obvious," I asked. 

Bob smiled. "I like fucking pretty young white wives and giving them what they've most likely never had before. It's a major turn-on. And, to be honest, I really enjoy turning white wives and you white husbands out into the cuckold lifestyle. It's a power thing, knowing that you guys are watching your wives fucking a black guy like they've never fucked you." 

I frowned. "Does this kind of thing happen a lot?" 

Bob shrugged. "More than you think. In my case, I only fuck white wives or girlfriends in committed relationships like Lisa and Ted, and I get all the white pussy I want. I won't play with cheating wives, though. I believe both partners need to be upfront about what's happening." 

"Have any of the couples regretted it or quit doing it?" I asked.

"I think some of the husbands may have regretted asking their wives to do it, yes. They got more than they bargained for, perhaps. But as far as I know, none of the couples I've been with have left the lifestyle," Bob said in reply.

Bob went to the kitchen and came back with a small sterling silver platter. On it, he'd arranged six small brownies. 

"Ganja brownies," he explained. "I know Kaitlyn's a runner and I figured she wouldn't want to smoke, so I made these." He offered the tray to Kait, who popped one in her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed. 

"Delicious," she said, and took another one and, before Bob could stop her, ate it in one bite. Bob grinned. 

"You need to be careful, my dear, these are really potent," he admonished.

Kait laughed and said "Oh come on, they're just little brownies." She grabbed another off the tray and ate it, as if to prove a point, but Bob took the tray back to the kitchen. 

"Party pooper," Kait complained. 

"Give it about 15 minutes and see how you feel," Bob replied. 

We drank some wine and chatted and I shortly began to notice that I was feeling pretty stoned. In fact, very stoned. I'd had one brownie, and Kait had scarfed down three. She obviously was feeling it too -- her eyelids were half closed, her eyes unfocused, and she was having a hard time standing up straight. 

"I need to get something," Bob said, and left the room. 

I put my arm around Kait, and she smiled and kissed me, sticking her tongue down my throat. Her nipples were hard and her breathing was ragged. Whatever else she was feeling, she was clearly horny and not at all shy about showing it. 

Bob came back with a mirror and a small silver container, and tapped out a small mound of what I assumed was cocaine. 

"Kait needs this or she's likely to pass out from the brownies. This'll wake her back up," he said as he chopped out two lines and gave my wife a silver straw to use.

I'd never in my life seen Kait use coke, but she snorted a line up each nostril. 

"Wowee!" she said, "that's really good coke!" 

I was already finding things about my wife I'd never dreamed of before. Bob laid out two lines for me, and I followed suit. The coke went straight to my brain, my nose went numb, and my cock instantly got rock hard. Bob did a couple of lines, and then laid out one more for Kait, who eagerly snorted it. 

"That's all for now," Bob said. "We don't want to overdo this." 

Kait was clearly feeling antsy and speedy from the three lines. "Show me the house," she said to Bob, and he ushered her out of the room. As they left, I saw he had his hand on her ass and was rubbing it. She leaned against him. 

I started to follow, but Kait wagged a finger. "No, sweetie, you stay here for a few minutes."

I didn't wait all that long. I gave them about 20 minutes, which felt more like an hour, and then wandered around the first floor and, not finding them, went upstairs to what I assumed were the bedrooms. They were pretty easy to find. I heard whispers, soft sounds, and then a moan, followed by a distinct "Oh!" from Kait.

They were in Bob's bedroom, the door wide open. Bob was on his back, his 10 inch thick black cock standing straight up. Kait was completely naked, on her knees straddling him and facing the doorway, away from Bob. The head of his cock was already in her, her outer labia stretched taut by his size. I saw to my surprise that she had shaved her pussy completely bare; it glistened with her wetness. She was raised up as she struggled to take Bob's cock, gently moving up and down to lubricate him and let herself open up to his size. 

"Fuck, that's really big," she said, as she rocked back and forth.

She moaned and I could see more of Bob's black cock slipping into her. Each time she raised up and slowly lowered herself, she relaxed a bit more, and another inch went in. From where I stood, it looked like she had managed about 6 inches, then 7. Bob had his hands around her waist supporting her, but then began pushing her down. 

Kait moaned, then said "Ohh, fuuuuck it's going in!" and sat back as I could see Bob's cock sliding all the way in. 

Kait rested, panting, and then slowly lifted herself up so about half of Bob's cock slid out. This time, when she pushed her hips down, he slid in smoothly. She ground her pussy down on Bob's cock and started panting and moaning, riding him faster and harder. In no time at all, it seemed, she reached orgasm. 

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, it's so gooooood. Oh yeah, baby, I'm cumming!" she groaned. 

Kait's whole body shook with the force of her climax, which went on and on, seeming to peak and slow down and then peak again. At last, she settled back with a sigh. I was mesmerized. Here was my beautiful wife fucking another man right in front of me. A black man, no less, with a huge cock, and she'd just had the most intense orgasm I had ever seen her reach.

Bob started lifting Kait up and down while thrusting forward with his cock, which now slid in and out much more easily. Instead of climbing off, as Kait always did after an orgasm with me, she closed her eyes and started rocking back and forth again. 

"Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me with your huge black cock. It feels so good!" she moaned. 

I could hear a slurping noise as Bob slid in and out of her wetness and she rode him. Kaitlyn moaned deeply, and then looked right at me. She smiled and lifted her right hand in the cuckold horn sign.

"That's right, baby, you've just been cuckolded by a black bull who's fucking me better than you ever have. I hope you're happy, 'cause I sure am," she leered.

Then she turned to Bob and asked him to fuck her in the missionary position so she could take his cum as deeply as possible. Bob willingly obliged, and a moment later, Kait was on her back with her legs wrapped around him as he stroked in and out of her. I'd never seen her so wet. Bob was now able to easily slide his cock in and out of her pussy in a regular rhythm. She moaned and grunted as he rode her. Suddenly her feet curled and I could see her butt starting to clench and I knew she was coming again.

"Ohhh, godddddd" was all she said, but I could see her entire body spasming as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Again, her climax seemed to last for minutes. 

When she spiraled down, she lay limply under Bob, who slowly withdrew. I could see Kaitlyn's pussy gaping open obscenely when he pulled out. It stayed that way, too. 

"Go and get the coke," Bob instructed.

I found it where he'd left it, and returned. He then instructed me to lay out 2 lines and bring them over. I held the mirror while Kait snorted the lines, which had the desired effect, waking her from her post-coital stupor. 

"Come and fuck me some more, Bob, but this time I want you to pump me full of sperm," Kait demanded. 

Bob obliged with vigor, pounding my wife's pussy without restraint. I could tell he was getting close. Kait was getting vlose again, too. 

"Come on, baby, fill my womb with cum," she urged. 

Bob was having none of it. Expertly, he pumped Kait right to the edge of an orgasm, but then stopped her just short and backed off, leaving her gasping in frustration. Then he would start in again and bring her to the point of climax without letting her go over. She was drenched in sweat, and voiced her frustration. "Beg for it," was all Bob said. 

Kait -- my reserved Kait -- whispered "Please." 

Bob didn't move. "Please what?" 

"Do it," Kait panted. 

"Do what?" Bob was almost taunting her now.

"Make me cum and fill my white married pussy up with your hot black cum," Kait pleaded. 

"Not until you tell Rick," Bob replied. 

"Oh, God, you bastard, tell him what?" Kait squirmed in frustration.

"That you love cucking him with black dick," Bob said. It was a demand, not a request.

Kait looked me right in the eye. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I love you, but I'm crazy about black dick. I've never ever been fucked this good, and I love making you watch me cuck you," she said. Then she looked at Bob and, pleadingly, begged, "Now fuck me and fill my cunt, you bastard!"

Bob finally drove himself all the way into her. Faster and faster he pumped as I could see Kait holding on for dear life. Her mouth was open as she gasped for air, and I could tell she was having a nearly continual orgasm. Finally, I could see his buttocks clench as he came. 

"Fill me up," Kait wailed as she came with him. 

Bob grunted and drove in as deep as he possibly could, finally relaxing in satiation. Finished with his climax, Bob slowly withdrew his still-tumescent cock, making sure I could see everything. I stared in astonishment as what seemed like an impossible amount of semen flowed out of my wife's gaping pussy. 

Kait smiled with satisfaction. "That was the best fuck I have ever had in my entire life," she said. "Tonight was my first black dick, but it sure won't be the last."

Is there a moral here, some larger warning for couples? I honestly don't know. The experience was transformative, certainly. Kait's become a much more sexually assertive person, taking her pleasures from Bob and her other black lovers. 

We're closer than we've ever been, and while getting cuckolded by my wife hasn't hurt our marriage, it's certainly changed the dynamic between us. We still fuck, and our lovemaking is more intense than ever. It's just that it happens only when her beautiful pussy is drooling with another guy's cum load. 

As Ted predicted, I've learned to like going down on her sopping pussy after her lovers have climaxed. I've become pretty damn good about sucking out black sperm loads while Kait grinds herself to orgasm on my mouth. 

Just a week ago, Kait told me her younger sister Jane is coming for a visit. Jane's 22 and newly engaged, and her fiancé is coming along. 

Kait allowed as how Bob Purdy is looking forward to Jane's visit. "The idea of turning on two sisters to black dick and cuckolding is really appealing to him," Kait said. "I want you to have a heart to heart chat with Jane's fiancé. Tell him what he has to look forward to, if he's willing," she instructed.

Of course, like a good cuckold husband, I promised I would.

Only yesterday, the new legal intern in our office plunked himself down in a chair opposite my desk and poured out his heart to me. Seems his girlfriend has been flirting with his roommate. His black roommate. He was pissed at her but told me he couldn't get the image of his girlfriend fucking his roommate's big black cock out of his head. He asked me what I thought he should do about it. 

I smiled. "Have you met Bob Purdy, our office manager? If not, I'll be glad to introduce you. I think Bob can help you with your dilemma," I said. 

What goes around comes around, it seems. At least if you're hung and black, that is.



What You Wish For



Whilst being driven back to the hotel in the taxi after a party with friends, Tom was thinking smugly of his great life. Six weeks before he had just turned down £8 million for his I.T. Company, pulling out last minute from a deal with a South Korean firm. 

He had taken no notice of the warning not to do so.

The price for that would be devastating for both him and his wife

Nobody told Tom what to do he thought to himself.

At 40 yrs. old Tom was four years older than Ellie. He had gained some weight while Ellie was still what most men dream of. Looking a few yrs. younger than her age, she had shoulder length brown hair and a figure that would make a Bishop smash a stained glass window. Dressed in a simple but very expensive cocktail dress, her nipples now noticeable because of her aroused state, Tom was also kneading them. The dress she wore was actually two pieces of cloth not one. They were held together by studs which started at her left shoulder and wound down across her breasts, around her back and down her body to her left thigh and then down the left leg to 4 inches above her knee.

She wasn't wearing the panties she had on going to the party because they were in Tom's pocket. 

This was Ellie and Tom's naughty dress. 

He had designed it and had it made for this purpose. Aghast at first, she now loved it. Ellie had arrived at the party with only 4 studs open showing modesty. Two at the top and the bottom two. As usual she had been noticed. However he had removed her panties as she came from the bathroom about 1 hr before and he had opened two more studs either end. A number of guests noticed this. Ellie was the sort who got noticed. Just before getting in the taxi he had nodded to her and put up two fingers. Ellie discreetly pulled open another two studs top and bottom and as she entered the taxi , the driver got a stiffy. Opening the door for her he saw loads of cleavage and plenty of thigh. 

During the 20 min drive , Tom's right hand pulled open more studs. The click easily audible in the quiet car. Then he ran his hand up and down her leg. He didn't touch her pussy. He didn't have to. He knew she would be wet as Manchester. Tom whispered to her to remember to "tip" the driver. On arrival the driver rushed to open her door. There was plenty of cleavage on show and as she got out her legs opened and he clearly saw her pussy. It was heavily trimmed and he glimpsed the cameltoe. She knew and looked up at him blushing slightly and smiled. Ellie also shook a little with lust

Tom paid the taxi and then whispered. And here's my tip. Within ten minutes I will have come in her mouth. Handing over his wife's panties, he said, enjoy wanking into these and keep your mouth shut. You never know your luck next time. 

They were hardly through the door to their room before he had his cock out and Ellie on her knees. He didn't last 5 minutes. She swallowed it all. 

When he finished he called her a hussy and slut, led her to the bed and he spanked her hard. She always accepted harder spankings when under drugs and drink and really excited. Though she never knew Tom spiked her drink with just enough Speed to do the job. He thought it was just drink and lust. He accused her of being a whore and disgracing him. All part of their games. Then they 69'd before he fucked her to orgasm twice. The first time in doggy position. The second he penetrated her with her vibrator and fucked her with it hard. God they both loved playing these games.

Overnight a man who had felt Ellie's breasts at the party, which Ellie failed to disclose to Tom, and the taxi driver, filed their detailed reports by email To Bangkok.

On waking the next morning Tom looked forward to their forthcoming vacation in South East Asia, Starting in Bangkok. He had plans for them. They had discussed it . Maybe another woman to join them as long as Ellie only had to "receive, not do". Certainly Ellie "accidentally" exhibiting herself in the sleazy bars for men to ogle.

This vacation however would become an absolute nightmare from which there would be no return. Had Ellie known what lay in store she would have jumped under a bus rather than take what lay ahead.

They had tried for children with no success even undergoing IVF 3 times. It was their only regret up to now. That was about to change.

Three days later they were in their hotel suite in Bangkok. They had visited the Rose Gardens in the day and now Tom and Ellie were going to visit the Pat Pong. A taxi there, they drank, watched girls strip on bars and pole dance, before being rented out to clients, and in one bar and they watched visitors grope each other brazenly in front of anyone who cared to watch. The taxi driver had recommended it and said it was safe for tourists and they might like it.

Ellie wore a pretty flowery button through dress with its own built in "lift". At the back of the bar Tom had buttons open on the dress and was openly feeling her tits and pinching her nipples. Again the speed and alcohol made her horny. Tom saw an Asian man stare at them. Good looking and slim. In his 30's. Tom softly told Ellie and then told her to open her legs for him. Ellie did nothing. She asked Tom, do you think it's safe. He didn't answer. Just opened two more buttons so the dress was almost open to her thigh and pulled the material apart. Ellie shuddered excitedly. He whispered spread yourself wide for me and him. Ellie slowly opened her thighs and the Asian could see the triangle of thong and Tom's fingers rubbing against the front of the thong. The material was soaking wet. Finish your drink Ellie then go the bathroom. Take off the thong. She stood up and Tom turned her to face him. She said I'm very nervous about this and a little scared as well as excited Tom. He said trust me. Your safe and your gorgeous. He opened another button top and bottom. Now go. Ellie just said Christ Tom I will be almost naked. She went.

While away the Asian came over and offered to buy a drink for them both. Tom said she'll have a vodka and tonic. I'm ok for now. He had just got it and sat down when Ellie returned. She sat between them. They introduced themselves and Tom said tell Lao what you just did. She blushed and hesitated. She said Oh Tom I'm not certain about this yet. Tom thought he was in control and would not let Lao touch her. Lao said tell me Ellie, tell me. She said I just removed my panties because Tom asked me to. Lao said show me your panties Ellie. Tom nodded and she opened her bag. Lao grabbed them before Ellie could move. Lovely he said as he sniffed and also very wet. Lao placed the thong in his pocket and said it is much better upstairs in this bar with an interesting show. It's also a little too public here. It's nicer upstairs. A little darker and more quiet. Going up the stairs Tom led and Lao stroked Ellies arse through the material. Tom never saw a thing.

Once seated on a large half moon bench seat in a corner at the back of the room with Ellie in the middle drinks were ordered with a waitress. Lao gave the slightest of nods to her. Before the waitress returned Tom had Ellie's cleavage on show and the dress pulled wide to expose all Ellie's thighs. 

A small stage had two girls dancing on it. Young and slim they were already topless showing pert little tits. Lao made a little small talk and soon the stage girls were naked and lying down open legged and touching themselves at first then each other. Ellie was shaking a little with lust as she did at seeing such sights. Lao said it was such a lovely sight always to see women open like that. You must agree Ellie because you are shaking. Wouldn't YOU love to dance so sexily for others to see you. Maybe, she said she had a fantasy but that was all it was. And no way in a public place like this. 

Although others were in the room Tom, Ellie and Lao were at the rear and reasonably out of sight. Tom stroked Ellie's left leg. Lao put an arm around Ellie which made Tom look at him uncomfortably, Lao just said quietly, I am in charge here now Tom and you both will do as I say. Lao then undid the buttons nearly down to Ellie's waist. Ellie just stared at the stage and the girls pussies while Tom spread her thighs and Lao played with tits.

Lao's boss would be happy as everything was going to plan.

Lao tested the rohypnol, put in the drinks by the waitress, was working. He said undo your pants Tom and get it out and play with it. Tom looked at Lao and Lao said DO IT. Tom nor Ellie batted an eye as Tom did as he was told. Now Ellie stand so I can take off your dress. She did so. He removed the dress by opening another two buttons and just sliding it down and ordered her on her knees under the table. Ellie now naked slid down the seat and onto all fours under the table. Those in the bar watched on. Nearly all were working for Lao's boss. He owned the bar. Wank all over her hair Tom he said and cover your slut. Ellie play with yourself. In a few short minutes her hair was matted in cum. Now Tom. Tell Ellie to suck my cock dry. Tom did just that and Ellie licked, slurped, and sucked at Lao until he held head and fucked her face hard causing her to gag before spewing his heavy load into her mouth and throat. Ellie went to take a drink but Lao stopped her and said, you are having nothing to take the taste away. 

Others had watched this while one man filmed as much as he could on his phone. Lao told Ellie to stand and while she displayed herself naked in the bar, Tom was told to dress her, although only a few buttons from thigh to above waist were fastened leaving much of Ellie's body exposed.

Lao loved the power he had. Take your slut to the bar Tom and ask if anyone wants to feel her Tits and cunt. Tom looked at Lao but did what he was told. He took his beautiful wife to the bar and asked who wants to feel my wife's tits and cunt. For the next 10 mins Five men and one woman took full advantage. The dress was opened and hands pulled, pushed, pinched and entered every hole. When Ellie went to complain Lao told her to shut up and open her legs and stand still. She did just that. Even as the Older Asian woman stuck 3 fingers into her she said and did nothing. All was recorded on phone.

Satisfied with what he had done Lao stopped the" show" and told Tom to fasten a few buttons and then led them away and into a taxi. As they walked out in the street the market was still open and many stared at the beautiful Ellie walking with her dress only half closed. Lao gave no address in the taxi because the driver already knew where they going.