Storiesonline.net ------- Disparate Housewives by rlfj Copyright© 2006 by rlfj ------- Description: Horny housewives on Chrystal Court and the antics they get into. Codes: MF mF FF cons swing group exhib voy oral anal toys ------- ------- Author's Note: In almost all my stories, I have the story almost totally written before I start uploading it to the Web. This time things are a little different — I'm still writing! As a result, you the readers get to toss back some plot and scene ideas that could actually end up being written in. I love the feedback anyway, but this time it can be even more important. Thanks! - rlfj ------- Chapter 1: Moving In Paige Turner looked around the living room tiredly. She and her husband Bob had been moving furniture since early morning. The movers had unloaded the furniture and boxes Thursday afternoon, and by the time they were through, Paige had been exhausted. Bob had come home from his new job to find his wife asleep on the couch. With a quiet smile, he had found an old blanket and covered her with it, then went upstairs and fell asleep on his bare, unmade mattress. "I can't believe we had all this stuff in a one bedroom apartment!", exclaimed Paige. "I think that is the sixteenth time you've said that.", commented her husband. "Or was it the seventeenth?" "Ha ha!", she replied dryly. "Maybe you'd like to move the couch again?" "Never! It's staying there until we move or die!", replied Bob. He had to agree with her; it seemed like there were boxes everywhere that he wasn't at all sure of. Paige simply snorted in derision. The Turners were moving into their first house. They had left their large and nice, but still one bedroom, apartment in Northern California at the beginning of the week and had been living out of suitcases for several days, waiting for the shippers to deliver their furniture and belongings to their new home in Kissimmee, outside of Orlando. Bob had actually had to go into work Thursday. He was the new web sales division manager for CraysCo; at 30 he was young for the position with a bright future ahead. It was time for the young couple to 'grow up' and settle down, buy a house, and think about the future. Now they had the furniture moved around, the master bedroom suite was in place but not made, the dining room and living room furniture were in place, the entertainment center was installed. Still all over the house were cartons and boxes with their clothes, books, papers and files, dishes and silverware, and all their other belongings. Bob had stayed home Friday to help Paige settle in. They would spend the long weekend unpacking. Bob grinned as he studied his wife's profile. She stood there looking around absently. He wasn't sure whether she looked better coming towards him or moving away. Leaving aside the stunning heart-shaped face, sapphire blue eyes, and wavy auburn hair that went halfway down her back, she was possessed of an outstanding bust, a narrow waist, legs that looked impossibly long for her five-foot-five-inch frame, and an ass to die for. As tired and dirty as she was, she looked impossibly sexy in her t-shirt and shorts. Bob grabbed his crotch and called to her, "Hey baby, here's something you forgot to unpack!" Paige looked at him in confusion and then saw how he was thrusting his groin at her and holding his cock and balls through the fabric of the gym shorts he was wearing. Laughing, she replied, "Shit! That's just some light duty packing. You can take care of that little old thing with one hand!" "You know better, baby! This is a heavy load needing both your hands." He moved lewdly in front of her, gyrating his hips and thrusting obscenely at her. Laughing, Paige came around in front of her husband, pushing the coffee table aside with her leg. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards. Chuckling, Bob fell backwards onto the couch, his legs wide spread before him. "Heavy lifting, baby!" Giggling, Paige knelt down in front and grabbed her husband's shorts at the waist band, then yanked them down. Bob lifted up slightly to help her, and a few seconds later he was naked from the waist down. His cock was still soft, though it was beginning to thicken nicely. Paige grabbed his cockshaft and tugged it slightly with her right hand, reaching between his legs to gently cup and fondle his balls. "Hate to say it, Bob, but it still looks like a one-hander to me." Bob smiled as he watched Paige fondling him. "You just keep working on the problem, honey, it'll grow on you." Paige snorted again, and then lowered her face to her husband's crotch, opening her mouth and feeding his growing cock inside. He had a slightly sweaty taste and smell, but it wasn't unpleasant, just a wonderful reminder that Bob was all man, a wonderfully virile male who loved her and who she loved in return. Bob smiled and closed his eyes briefly, then looked down to where Paige was sucking his cock. It had stiffened nicely, and she had begun making love to it with her mouth. With one hand she was stroking the shaft, twisting it gently. The other hand was lifting and caressing his ball sac with feathery touches. She was drooling over his cock, lubricating it for her fingers, and she alternated sucking the cockhead and pulling back, to lick down the length of his shaft to tongue his balls. Occasionally she would suck first one then the other into her mouth, then reverse course, licking her way back to the tip. Whenever his cock was between her lips, Bob marveled as her cheeks sucked inward as she suctioned his cockhead; the feeling was simple ecstasy! Paige smiled up at her husband as she sucked and jacked his cock. She intended to have him return the favor, and her pussy was throbbing in wet anticipation. She tongued and twisted his shaft and he moaned, beginning to hump his cock up towards her, trying to thrust it into her mouth. From long experience she knew what would happen next, and it only took another minute or two. Reaching down, Bob took her head and moved it so that she was sucking his cock, and began thrusting into her mouth. Paige continued fondling his balls and jacking as she began bobbing her head up and down, feeling him thrust towards her throat. His groans became louder until finally he moaned and sagged back into the cushions. His cock began spurting come into her mouth, and Paige was hard pressed to keep up with the flow. Finished, she gave his sensitive cock one last lick and leaned back and smiled up at her panting husband. "Your turn.", she announced. Bob looked at her. "Hmmm?" "Your turn, I said. You know what I mean!" Bob snorted and smiled. They switched positions and before she could sit, he had grabbed his wife's shorts and pulled them to the floor. Next came her bikini panties, and then she was sitting on the couch, her legs spread wide and pussy pushed forward to the edge of the cushions. Bob could see her pussy glistening moistly and he could smell her need. He knelt down and moved forward. Paige gasped as his tongue flicked across her pussy lips. She was always embarrassed by her pussy; she thought her inner labia were too noticeable and obvious. Her husband thought her lips were perfect, and even though she shaved bare, they made it obvious she wasn't a little girl. He flicked his tongue across her lips again, then began tracing their outline top to bottom, right to left. He avoided her clit completely. As Paige began to moan, loudly, he reached between her legs with his hands, spreading her thighs wide and pulling her pussy lips apart, then he began to tongue the wet pinkness inside. "Oh God! Don't stop, don't stop!", she begged, running her fingers through his curly hair. "Oh God!" She began humping her pussy towards his wet face, and her legs wrapped around him and began beating on his back. Bob dove forward, and wrapped his lips around her clit and Paige shrieked in pleasure. "No more, no more, it's too much!" Bob ignored her and tried to inhale her clitoris, probing into her pussy with his fingers. She began panting harshly as she writhed beneath him, and her moans became incoherent gibberish. Finally Bob relented and pulled away, to look up at his wife. She had a glazed look in her eyes. When she returned the look, she found that he was positioning his resurgent cock at her cuntlips. "Yes!", she said, and spread her legs wide. Her husband slammed his cock inside her, and Paige's back arched as another orgasm flashed through her. Bob reached down and peeled off his t-shirt, then pushed her t-shirt and sports bra up to her neck. She had the greatest tits, he thought for about the millionth time, big and firm D-cups that jiggled in time with his thrusts. He bent down and licked her huge nipples, then straightened up and began fucking her hard. Paige took her hands and began pinching her nipples, as she moaned and repeated over and over, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Bob grabbed her hips for even more leverage and slam fucked her until it was his back arching, and his second come pumped through his pulsing cockshaft into her overheated pussy. Bob collapsed forward onto his wife, who wrapped her arms around him and held him to her breasts. They cuddled together as they got their breath back. The mood was ruined when Paige's stomach rumbled loudly. Bob snorted and another rumble caused him to laugh loudly. Paige giggled and said, "For some reason, I'm hungry!" After a third rumble, they were both laughing. Bob reached down and handed his wife her shorts and panties. "Get dressed, we'll go out for dinner." Paige took the clothes, but asked, "Are you out of your mind? I am filthy from moving shit all day, sweaty and smelly from a totally different reason, and you want me to go out dressed like this?" Her husband shrugged. "Works for me." Paige simply rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Well, it doesn't work for me." "And your suggestion is?" Paige stood and pulled on her clothes. "KFC or something." "Okay, but I get the first shower, then." Still naked, Bob turned and ran for the stairs. Paige stared after her husband. It was okay for her to go out smelling like she'd just fucked her brains out, but he wanted a shower. She followed him up to their new master bedroom. He was already inside the shower and adjusting the water. She found a pen and notepad in her pocketbook and sat down on the unmade mattress and began making a grocery list. When Bob came out of the five minute shower and began toweling dry, she called to him through the open door of the bathroom. "Here, if you're going out, you can go shopping." "Hmm? What was that?", he asked, stepping into the bedroom. She waved the grocery list at him. He was still naked and she was tempted to drag him back to bed, but she was hungry! "We need some groceries - milk, bread, that sort of thing. Here's a list. Pick it up before picking up dinner." Bob looked at the boxes around him, but couldn't remember which held his underwear. Shrugging in defeat, he grabbed a pair of khakis from his suitcase and slid them on commando style, followed by a tennis sweater over bare skin. "Want to come? We can go out to dinner." Paige shook her head. "I'm going to take a shower myself. You just be back with dinner and I'll start getting stuff cleaned up around here." Bob simply looked around at all the boxes and nodded. He slipped barefoot into a pair of loafers, took the list from Paige, kissed her goodbye and left. Paige and her husband had been living out of a pair of suitcases since moving into their new house. Grabbing a short silk robe from the top of her suitcase, she padded into the bathroom, then changed her mind and came back to the bedroom. Pulling the robe on and belting it tightly, she went down the hallway and into the second bedroom. Quite a few boxes were being stored in the two spare bedrooms, since without any extra bedroom furniture they were still empty. Paige thought she had seen the box she was looking for in the second bedroom, but after a few minutes, skipped across the hallway to the third bedroom. It was in the corner, and she grabbed it and carried it back down the hall to the master bedroom. Running a long fingernail down the tape strip holding it together, she opened it and smiled. Just what she was looking for! Inside were the contents of her lingerie drawer and nightstand. Her regular 'work' underwear she kept in a different dresser drawer; the 'nightie' drawer held her sexy nightgowns, stockings, and thongs. The nightstand held a variety of sex toys, some adult DVDs, a tube of KY, and a home enema kit. Paige grabbed the enema kit and headed for the bathroom. By the time Bob returned from shopping, she had cleaned up inside and out, shaved everywhere, and dressed. She was waiting for her husband in the living room when he fumbled open the front door, carrying a large bag of groceries. "Want to give me a hand, baby?", he called out. "You sure you want me to go outside and help?", she asked, standing up and coming close. "Whoa!", he exclaimed. He looked his wife up and down. She had on a little fly-away sheer black top, held together by a single bow above her large tits and coming down to just above her belly button, black thigh-high fishnet stockings, and black stiletto heeled shoes. "Uh, maybe not!" "I didn't think so.", she said with a smile. "How about you hand me that and go back for the rest?" "Yeah, how about I do that." Bob handed her the bag and went back for more. A second trip finished off the groceries, and a third brought in a large pizza and a cold six-pack of beer. "I didn't want chicken. How about a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese?" The aroma was mouth watering. "Ummm, yummy!" Paige went into the kitchen and found some napkins. Bob set the pizza down on the coffee table and tore the lid from the cardboard box and ripped it in half, creating a pair of impromptu plates. He popped open a couple of beers. When his half-naked wife returned, he slid a piece of pizza onto her box top and commented, "Love the outfit! You should wear it more often." "Yeah? Well, I didn't think it would be a good idea to go outside in this. Back home in Knoxville this would get me stoned." Bob snorted in agreement. He was originally from southern California, where his wife's outfit would have drawn stares only because of the beautiful woman it covered. Knoxville, Tennessee, was the self-proclaimed 'buckle in the Bible Belt' and infinitely more conservative. "I'll make you a deal. You wear that tomorrow while we finish unpacking." He stopped to take a large bite of his own pizza and follow it with some beer. Paige waited for him to continue, and when he didn't, she asked, "So what's your part of the deal?" "Hmm? Oh, well, I simply provide you all the sex you so obviously need." Paige's eyes widened and she coughed, spewing half her swallow of beer towards her husband. "You are so full of shit!", she exclaimed after she got her breath back. Bob shrugged. "And then later, we can go out, maybe a date." Paige considered that for a second. Going out for a date was a code phrase for an evening of some serious fun. Underwear was forbidden, though Paige occasionally wore a tiny thong. She always wore dresses or skirts and tops, often short, often tight, always revealing, and high heels. Bob wouldn't wear any briefs or undershirts, either, and usually wore a shirt that would unbutton, rather than a pullover, simply so Paige could get him undressed all the faster. "All right, that sounds like fun. Now, pull your pants off." It was Bob's turn to splutter. "What?" "I want to see what you plan on providing later on. Come on, if this is dinner, you should be able to figure out dessert." Paige lewdly spread her legs wide, showing her husband her bare shaved pussy. Bob grinned and undid his pants and slipped them to the floor. His cock was limp but slowly stiffening as he continued to watch her. "Honey, I was thinking earlier that you need a nice shave. Maybe tomorrow I could help with that.", commented his wife. Bob's eyes widened at that. His cock continued stiffening, to the point where it was sticking upright and exposing his shaved balls to her view. While on their honeymoon, they had ordered an adult movie from the hotel's movie rental system. The main actor had a large shaved cock and balls, and Paige had confided to her new husband that it had really turned her on. In one of the most erotic events of his life, Bob had allowed Paige to shave him. Since then, he generally took care of it himself — like most men he had a terrible fear of any kind of razor sharp blades anywhere near his crotch. However, when Paige offered to shave him, he generally went along with the idea. His shaving was a quick pass with a razor and shaving cream in the shower. Paige had him lay naked on the bed, while she massaged him with oils, lathered him slowly, shaved him, and then continued caressing him and fondling him. He inevitably would come twice, once before she had started shaving him, and a second afterwards. It could take hours! "Uh, okay...", he replied with a gulp. "And tonight, after you've had your dessert..." Paige spread her legs again. "... we can go upstairs. I found where we packed the KY." "You have everything planned, don't you.", he said with a smile. ------- Chapter 2: Coming Home Georgia Cummings pulled her Mercedes SL500 into her driveway and raised the roof. She ran her fingers through her short blonde hair, wishing for about the millionth time that there was a way to keep her hair from getting too messy while driving with the top down. She so loved driving the convertible with the top down and looking sporty, and one of the prices she paid was having to wear her hair short. It wasn't quite a bob, but it was definitely above the collar, and it was almost impossible to keep permed. She got out and went around to the trunk, grabbing the two small suitcases and pushing the trunk closed. She hit the button on the key fob to lock her car, then went up to her front door. She let herself into her house, and pushed the door shut with a well turned leg. She had really enjoyed her week at the spa, but it was always good to come home! Georgia's week at Mountain Narrows had been exquisite, as far as she was concerned. The small and very private resort spa in the Georgia hills fulfilled a number of needs for Georgia, and she went there every few months. Of course the spa provided a quiet and healthy break from anyone's routine, of course the meals were delicious and healthy, of course she could exercise with world class trainers, and of course she could be pampered daily with exotic baths and massages — that was the minimum to be expected. What Georgia truly appreciated were the extras that not everyone knew about, but that could best be appreciated by a true connoisseur or connoisseuse. Those gorgeous and muscular young trainers, those beautiful young masseuses, so many of the lovely staff, were available for private workout sessions with the clients at the exclusive resort. Very private workout sessions. When she had first arrived early Sunday afternoon, a strapping young man carried her bags to her room for her, and then helped her clean up from the long trip from Florida. He had run a lovely hot bath with oils and salts, undressed her, helped her into the tub, and then stripped himself. Kneeling at the side of the oversized tub, his large and stiff cock prominently showing, he had taken a loofa and gently washed every square inch of Georgia's soft body. Afterwards, with Georgia glowing from her two orgasms, he had rinsed her off, and taken her back to her bedroom, where he had eaten her pussy until his tongue was almost numb, and then fucked her twice. Georgia never got to dinner until late. The rest of her week had been spent in much the same decadent fashion. Her daily massages were done in the nude, which was not uncommon. Her masseuse or masseur were also nude, which was uncommon, and Georgia had no predilection in this regard. While her personal preference was for men, she enjoyed the company of women and they made an enjoyable change of pace. Once, on Thursday, she had managed to arrange a pair of young masseurs, who had provided both an outstanding and relaxing massage, and then double-teamed her the rest of the morning. Especially exciting had been when she had been straddling Raoul, riding his cock, when Mario had lubed his massive prick and slipped it into her ass from behind. Her daily regimen included a colonic irrigation, which gave the added benefit of preparing her for frequent anal sex, a massage, a luxurious bath, a personal trainer during private exercise sessions, and an exclusive evening 'workout' in which a young man or woman would help her get to sleep, dissipating any possible tensions so that a deep and restful sleep would ensue. Now, toned and relaxed and sexually sated, Georgia relaxed in her house. She carried her bags upstairs and kicked off her shoes. Glancing out her bedroom window, she noticed a small blue Toyota in the driveway of the small colonial across the street, and the 'For Sale' sign was missing from the lawn. So it had been bought? It hadn't been on the market all that long. She wondered what the new owners were like. She'd have to keep an eye out and invite them over for a drink. Georgia unpacked her suitcases, then undressed and tossed her clothes into the pile of laundry. Naked, she sorted the wash from the dry cleaning, then headed into her bath. She showered quickly, dried off, and slipped into a long satin robe. She went downstairs for a nice glass of wine. It was definitely time to decompress and relax. Some wine, some television, and bedtime were just the ticket for the rest of the day and, actually, for the entire weekend. Georgia came to with a start. She looked around wildly for a second before realizing she had drifted off to sleep after her second glass of wine. It was dark outside, and she heard the sound of car doors opening. Standing up from where she was reclined on the couch, she looked out the living room window to see her new neighbors had returned home. While she couldn't make out their faces, he seemed tall and well built, dressed in khakis and dress shirt, and she was shorter, and was wearing a short and flirty black skirt and a bright red tank top and a pair of heels. They were carrying a small bag that looked like they had been at the nearby video store. She watched them go inside their house, and next she saw lights come on in their living room. Curious, she continued watching; they hadn't bought drapes yet and were unaware the entire world could see into their house! She smiled as the wife plopped down on the couch and the husband scurried around, bringing out some wine and glasses and turning on the television. While Georgia had undergone several 'improvements' over the years, her eyes were still good. The husband looked cute and hunky; the wife had a really nice set of legs under that short skirt. The husband sat down next to his wife on the couch. Georgia was intrigued, and suffered from the incurable disease of curiosity. She tightened her robe around herself and headed upstairs. The second bedroom, next to the master bedroom was dark, but she kept the lights off as she entered. Set back a few feet from the window was a small telescope her late husband had once bought her. She glanced out the window to see if she could see her new neighbors through their living room window and was pleased to see that they were plainly visible. She kept the bedroom lights off and carried the telescope closer, so that she could watch them. Over years of quiet voyeurism, she knew that as long as the bedroom lights were off and there was some lighting outside, even just from the moon or street lamps, it was practically impossible to see inside. Focusing in, she was happy that she had decided to watch! Her neighbors were getting very cozy and friendly. The guy had an arm around the woman's shoulder and they were snuggled against each other, and she was running a hand along his thigh. While Georgia couldn't see what was on the television, she immediately began to wonder if they were watching a dirty movie! This was too good to believe, but it was definitely getting hotter across the street. Minutes later, his hand was on her thigh and moving up under her little skirt. This was too delicious to pass up. Georgia left the telescope and went back to her room, to rummage around in top drawer of her nightstand, keeping the lights off. She found what she was looking for and went back down the hallway, grabbing a folding stool from the linen closet as she passed it. Once back in the spare bedroom, she quickly looked through the eyepiece to see if her new neighbors had left to go up to their bedroom. No! They were, if anything, getting more involved. She was starting to unbutton his shirt, and he had slipped a hand down the top of her tank top. Georgia set up the stool and sat down on it, lowering her eye to the eyepiece and adjusting her position. The wife was starting to rub the front of her husband's pants. Great! Georgia spread her legs and spread her robe open, and picked up what she had retrieved from her nightstand. It was a small battery powered egg vibrator, with a long thin cord going to a hand control. It had several different speeds, and she could watch through the telescope and use the hand control to drive the vibrator. It had been expensive, but it was definitely worth every penny! Georgia placed the plastic egg at the lips of her shaved pussy and slipped it into the warm wetness inside. The hard plastic felt cool as she pushed it farther in with her left hand as she began spying on her neighbors. Once firmly inside, she flipped the switch and turned the control in her right hand up to a low setting. Instantly the cool sensation vanished as her pussy lubricated under the gentle assault. She gave an involuntary low moan and adjusted her seat, enjoying the sensations. She moved her head back to watch the action across the street. They were moving along, not quickly, but not slowly either. He had his hand down inside her tank top, obviously playing with her tits, and she had gone from rubbing his crotch to moving her hand around inside his unzipped pants. She had already unbuttoned his shirt. The angle was wrong to see any more, but they were actively playing with each other as they watched the unseen TV. One notch higher. A few minutes later, the woman repositioned herself, stretching out on the couch, and he lifted up and tugged his pants down. His hand came out of her top and moved down to pull her skirt up to her waist. Naked underneath!? He began playing with her ass as her head began moving in his crotch, definitely giving some head. Two more notches higher! Georgia began squirming on the stool, grunting and moaning herself, finally coming as she saw the husband's face grow blissful and smiling. Two notches down. The horny young couple across the street continued snuggling on the couch, with her using a hand in his crotch, and he pulled her tank top down to her waist. Nice tits! After a few minutes more, he began sucking her nipples. One notch higher. Then he pulled her onto his lap and she pulled her skirt up to her waist. She positioned herself on his lap, facing away and towards the television, her legs spread, and obviously sank down backwards onto his stiff cock. To the max! Georgia's pussy spasmed as she orgasmed again, watching her new neighbors fuck. They didn't last any longer than she did. They seemed to shake as much as Georgia, then a minute later, they got up. They sorted their clothing out, then the lights went off and the show was over. Georgia sighed contentedly. She turned off the buzzing vibrator inside her and fished it out. She moved the telescope farther away from the window and went back to her bedroom. It was time for a quick shower and sleep! ------- Chapter 3: Meeting The Neighbors Paige was startled at the knock on her door. She hadn't been expecting anybody, and was working in her kitchen, putting away some groceries and trying to determine the best places to store dishes, pots, pans, and every other bit of kitchen stuff that she and Bob had acquired. Again the door knocked, so she set down the Dutch oven she really didn't know what to do with, and wandered off to the living room. "Coming!", she called out. She opened the door to find a tall, statuesque blonde standing in the doorway holding a bottle of something. "Hello?" The blonde stuck out her hand. "Hi, I'm Georgia Cummings. I live across the street.", she said, pointing to the sprawling white split-level across the street from them. "I just wanted to say hello and welcome to the neighborhood!" Paige's eyes widened. "Oh, hello. Please come on in. I'm Paige, Paige Turner." She opened the door wide and stepped backwards. "Are you the local 'Welcome Wagon?'" she asked with a smile. The official Welcome Wagon was a book of coupons that had been dropped in their mailbox by the local real estate developer's association. Georgia followed her inside. "God, no! I'm just trying to be neighborly. Here, I brought this over for you." Georgia handed Paige the bottle of wine. "I took a chance on this. It's a nice Chardonnay, but if you like reds, I can swap it out. Or find something non-alcoholic if you don't drink." Georgia hadn't been sure on that score, but it seemed doubtful that a couple that watched porno were teetotalers. She was right. "Not hardly!", exclaimed Paige. "Bob's more of a beer drinker, but I like a nice white wine." "Good. I didn't want you to think I was a total hedonist. I am, I mean, but I didn't want you to think so.", joked Georgia. She grinned at her new neighbor. Paige was wearing cutoffs and a t-shirt with a heavy duty bra showing through, and was barefoot. Her hair was in a ponytail. She looked awfully cute. "Heaven forbid. Should I open it now? Or maybe some coffee would be better." Paige took another look at her guest. She was older than she first thought, maybe late 30s, about 10 years older than her own 28. She had on shorts and a V-neck top, both tight, and white tennis shoes. She looked cute and sexy, and carried herself as if she knew it and liked it that way. She had a dark tan, as if she sunned constantly, and her blonde hair was so sun-bleached as to be almost platinum. "As tempting as the wine sounds, how about the coffee? You can put that away for you and Bob later. Boyfriend? Husband?" "Husband. Come on back. I'm still sorting out things in the kitchen, but Mr. Coffee is plugged in and I just picked up some coffee. I'll make us a pot." "Deal.", replied Georgia. She followed Paige through to the back of the house. "Can I help?", she asked, surveying the stuff still to be put away. Paige waved off the offer. "I'm still unpacking and sorting. We'd just have the both of us looking for stuff." She set the coffee to brewing, then pulled a pair of mugs from a cabinet. "Cream? Sugar?" "Neither. I take mine straight up." "Really? I need both. Bob's like you, though, straight up, unleaded, he calls it. I forgot to ask, did you want decaffeinated?" It was Georgia's turn to wave it off. "Regular's fine. Bob's your husband, right? He at work?" "He's the new Internet sales manager over at CraysCo. We just moved here from California." "Really!? That's fascinating. You moved three thousand miles? Oh my God! Where in California?", asked Georgia. "Up outside of Palo Alto, Silicon Valley, you know?" Georgia nodded. "We were living there and wanted to escape when he got the offer here." "Escape? You sound like you didn't like it." Paige shrugged and nodded. "It's nice enough. I mean, the weather and all is gorgeous. Have you ever lived in California?" Georgia nodded, and Paige continued. "It's just gotten so expensive, nobody can afford to live there. We were barely hanging on, living in a one bedroom apartment and paying the same amount as we pay on our mortgage here. And houses? Forget about it! This house would probably run two mill out there." "Two million! Are you kidding me?" "No, I'm not. That's for a house with about an hour's drive to work. Anything closer would be more." "Jesus!", exclaimed Georgia. "And I thought the market down here was crazy." "There's crazy and then there's crazy.", commented Paige. "Back there it took both of us working to pay the rent on the apartment. Here we can afford a house." "On just his paycheck?", asked Georgia. "Sorry, not my business!", she said waving her hands. "I'm nosy." "Don't worry. Maybe. I want to find a job and I'm going to start looking next week. Right now we are just getting settled in. Two checks would be nicer, and we don't have kids yet." The two women chatted for another 30 minutes, warming to each other quickly. Finally, Georgia stood to take her leave. "Listen, I need to go run some errands, but I want you to come over sometime. Have you unpacked a swimsuit yet?" "Uh, I found them and put them in a drawer. Why?" Georgia grinned. "Because I have a pool, silly! Listen, this afternoon, you put on a swimsuit and come on over. I'll make a pitcher of margaritas or something and we'll work on our tans." "Ooh, sounds interesting. After lunch?" The pair settled on a time and Georgia went back across the street. ------- "Hello?", cried out Paige, tentatively. She had gone around to the side of the house across the street, the one to which Georgia had returned, and was at the tall gate to the back yard. There was a high privacy fence all around the backyard, and Georgia had told her to go there, not the front door; She never heard the doorbell if she was out back. Paige felt a little self-conscious, since she was only wearing a bikini, a terry cover-up, and flip-flops. It was one thing to wear this in the backyard or a pool, but another to wander around the neighborhood this way, even if just across the street. "Coming!", sounded from the other side of the fence, and a moment later, the gate unlatched and swung inward. "Hi there! I'm so glad you decided to come over. Come on in!" Georgia was wearing a small white bikini, smaller than Paige's, and was barefoot. "I've got someone for you to meet." She took Paige's hand and pulled her inside, then led her across the lawn. Paige could see that the tall fence really did give Georgia a lot of privacy. In the backyard, fenced in by a shorter chain link fence was a nice rectangular in-ground pool. "This is Brenda Houseman. She lives next door." Brenda, a slim and leggy brunette, was laying back on a chaise lounger wearing a bright red strapless one-piece suit and oversized sunglasses, and was cradling a large pink iced drink. She sat up and set down her drink, then leaned forward to shake Paige's hand. "Hi! I was wondering when I'd meet the new neighbors. Nice to meet you!" "Hello. Are you my next door neighbor or Georgia's?", asked Paige, trying to visualize the street. Brenda pointed next door, to the other side of the fence. "Over there, right next door. You live next to the Tallmans, Tom and Terri. Have you met them yet?" Paige shook her head and Brenda continued, "And at the end of the court live the Blockings family." Paige got the houses sorted out in her mind and nodded. Chrystal Court had five houses on it. She and Georgia were opposite each other at the mouth of the court, where Rosewood Dr. ran past, and the Blockings were the farthest in. All five homes had large, but not gigantic, yards, and a small copse of trees sat between Georgia's house and Rosewood, isolating the court somewhat. "Okay, I'm following you. So you're across from the Towmans..." "Tallmans.", corrected Brenda. "... Tallmans, and between Georgia and the Blockings?" "Bingo!", said Brenda, giving Paige a thumbs up. She picked up her drink and sipped from it. "You look awfully thirsty!" "We decided to drink strawberry daiquiris instead. Is that okay with you?", asked Georgia. "Better, actually. Tell the truth, tequila gets me sillier than I like.", admitted Paige. "I love your yard, it's so private." Georgia stepped over to a covered deck followed by Paige. She had a small and sturdy stainless steel cart with an icemaker and a mixer mounted, a professional sort of installation. Georgia called out to Brenda, "You good?" "I'm okay." Paige watched as her hostess prepared another pitcher of daiquiris, using fresh strawberries and crushed ice. Georgia handed her a frosty glass and a straw. "Here, this will get you silly, too." She poured another for herself, then carried the pitcher over to Brenda, topping her drink off. "You've got kids. You'll do better if you aren't sober." Brenda laughed at this. Paige sat down on a lounger and sipped her drink. It was strong, but not too strong, and very sweet. She could taste the fresh strawberries. "This is good!" She turned towards Brenda. "You have children? How many?" "Two, twin boys, six years old." "Wow! Twins?! Bob and I want to wait a bit, to get settled. It's so expensive raising children.", commented Paige. Brenda snorted derisively. "Expensive? No! I've got two to give away! No charge!" Georgia and Paige laughed, and Brenda continued, "Absolutely free! Hell, I'll send them over tonight! You can take a test drive. Keep them a few months, make sure you give them a good test drive." She drank more of her daiquiri. "Keep them as long as you want!" "God, twin boys!? Never! Are there any other children on the block?" Georgia nodded. "The Tallmans, next to you, they don't have any, but the Blockings have a couple of boys and a girl, all teenagers. They're okay. Run her ragged though, Barbara, I mean." "Is that why you have two fences? Kids?", asked Paige. Georgia nodded again. "Insurance companies hate swimming pools. You need both an outside fence and an inside fence." "We'll have to have a party, welcome you guys to the neighborhood.", commented Brenda. "Georgia nodded in agreement. "Have you met her husband yet?", she asked their hostess. "He's cute!" "I saw him in passing, but not really.", replied Georgia. "Looks big, though." "He's cute.", repeated Brenda. "Big and hunky." She turned to Paige with a twinkle in her eye. "Is he? Big and hunky?" She waggled her eyebrows lewdly. Paige laughed. "Very big and hunky! What about your husband?" "Kind of average, but he's a tennis player, so he has lots of stamina." The women all laughed at that. "Where'd you guys move from?", asked Brenda. "Up near Palo Alto, in California." "Oh my God, that's all the way across the country!" Georgia chimed in, "That's what I said!" "Bob got a job here, so we moved." "Is that where you're from?", asked Georgia. "No. Bob's actually from southern California, near Barstow, and Palo Alto is in the north, near San Francisco, but I'm from Tennessee." "Well, how'd you end up out there?" Paige shrugged. "I went to college out there, UCLA, and stayed. Anything is better than Knoxville. We met after I graduated." "Hold it!", commented Brenda, waving Paige to stop. She stood and went to the bar, to make another round of drinks. She returned with the pitcher and motioned for Paige to resume. Paige smiled and shrugged. "Well, I was living in LA and working in a bank, as a teller, and Bob came up to my window to make a deposit, and he started flirting with me." Georgia laughed. "He was hitting on you at the bank you were working at?" Paige smiled and nodded. "Yeah! So the next week, he did it again, and then a few days later he came by. He actually let people go past him so that he could come to my window. That was when he asked me out for the first time." "So I'm guessing the date went okay.", commented Brenda. "Very okay.", agreed Paige. "The second one went even better!" "How much better?", asked Georgia archly, waggling her eyebrows. Brenda just laughed. "Great! It got so hot that when he took me back to my apartment, and after we necked in the hallway for about five minutes, I told him I never invited a guy inside on the first and second dates. Then I went inside and yelled through the door, 'Knock on the door, damnit!' As soon as he knocked, I opened the door and dragged him inside, saying that was as close to a third date as I needed!" All three women laughed at this. Georgia set down her drink and said, "Paige, I hope you won't get offended, but I usually don't tan in my suit. I hate tan lines on my back or shoulders." When Paige indicated it wasn't a problem, Georgia leaned forward and reached behind her back, untying the strings to her bikini top. She set it to the side and Paige noticed the total lack of whiteness, showing that her neighbor tanned topless or nude most of the time. Paige glanced around the yard and realized that with the high fence on one side and the trees on the other, the only person who could see into the backyard was Brenda, from her house next door, and then only from a few windows. Brenda took this as a sign to peel her suit down to her waist as well. "Doesn't bother me. I like to wear strapless or backless when I go out with Bob.", replied Paige. She stripped off her top and pulled a tube of suntan cream from the beach bag she had brought with her. She oiled herself up and offered it to the other women, but they were sharing a bottle of oil already. "How did you meet your husband, Brenda?", she asked. "You said he's a tennis player? Like a pro or something?" "Exactly. He never quite made it to the major tours, but he's good enough to teach down at the club. That's how we met, about ten years ago, I had joined a health club to work out and signed up for tennis lessons. I used to play in high school, but I had been way out of practice. Anyway, that's how we met." Brenda smiled and said lowly, "I think he just likes girls in those little white tennis skirts and tops." Paige smiled at that, realizing that Brenda's tall, slim, and leggy build would look spectacular in a short white tennis skirt and a nice tight top. Georgia smirked. "And does he still like the girls in tennis outfits?" Brenda smiled and lay back. "If he does, I haven't caught him yet. Besides, who cares where a man has lunch as long as he comes home for dinner. I still get a great discount on tennis lessons, and I still have the little white tennis outfit if he ever gets frisky." The other women laughed at this. Brenda reached down and stripped off her one piece swimsuit entirely and oiled up again. "Maybe I'll get the outfit out later." Paige noticed that Brenda didn't shave totally, but had a small landing strip north of her pussy. Georgia noticed Brenda stripping and undid the ties at the side of her bikini bottom, and after a moment's hesitation, Paige followed suit. The three women oiled up and sunned naked. "What about you, babe?", asked Brenda of Georgia. "Tell us about your husband, Mister Moneybags?" "You're married?", asked Paige with surprise. She hadn't seen any signs that Georgia was married and thought she was single or divorced. "I was. I'm a widow, actually. Harry died five years ago." "I'm so sorry.", was all Paige could think to say. "Thank you." "How did he die?", asked Brenda. "I remember reading in the tabloids at the time that he went out with his boots on, taking one last ride in the saddle!", she teased. Paige thought that the comment was in very poor taste, but Georgia just laughed. "Not precisely, but pretty close." She turned to Paige and said, "You have to understand, Harry was 25 years older than me. We met when I was 30 and he was 55. We were together ten years, but when I was 40 he was 65. He was a real physical type guy, if you get my drift, and we had already gotten busy that day." Paige was surprised by Georgia's admission of her age. She worked out the math in her head and realized Georgia had to be about 45 or 46. She had only pegged the older woman at about 38! Georgia stayed in excellent shape and took care of herself, it seemed. "Details, sordid and graphic details!", demanded Brenda, causing the other two to laugh. "Okay, details. I had already given him a hummer and then got him back up for that ride in the saddle, but he wanted a third go, and while I was sucking him off and getting him hard again, his heart went and blew out on him. He did go out happy, though!" "Holy shit!", exclaimed Paige. "So how did you meet him, if he was so much older than you? And what was that about Mister Moneybags?" "I was actually his third wife, a trophy wife, I guess they call it now.", admitted Georgia. "See, he was a big Wall Street type, big bucks, boards of directors, investments, that sort of stuff, and he liked to gamble. I mean he could afford to go to Vegas and blow a hundred grand in a long weekend if he wanted to. Some serious dollars." "Wow! Maybe I should dump Bob and let you find me a boyfriend.", commented Paige. "Anyway, I was nothing but a girl from Memphis with a decent enough body and a good face and legs, and I was working in Vegas as a cocktail waitress. So this big shot at the craps table orders a drink and I bring it to him, and while I'm standing there, he asks me to blow on his dice for good luck and I do, and he wins! He picks up about ten Gs and says, 'Stick around, you're good luck!'" "And you stuck around?", asked Brenda. While she had read in the tabloids about Harry Cummings' death and that his third wife was years younger, the tabloids had called her either a gold digging dancer in a chorus line or a stripper. "Pretty much. I mean, I was supposed to start circulating again and serving drinks, but the pit boss pointed at a stool next to Harry and told me to sit down." "He could do that?" Georgia nodded vigorously. "The idea is to keep the high rollers at the tables, where they will end up dropping a ton of dough. He could lose more in one roll of the dice than I could sell in drinks in my entire shift!" The other women nodded in understanding. "So I stayed put and blew on his dice and we talked for a couple of hours. Then he said he wanted to play blackjack and sent me off for another drink. While I was away, the pit boss told me to pop some of the buttons on my blouse and keep him entertained as long as possible." "You mean you...", asked a stunned Paige. "No, nothing like that. Just keep him paying attention to something other than the cards. Besides, I wasn't a hooker, just a cocktail waitress. In fact, once I got back to Harry, he took one look at me and smiled, then told me he understood about the blouse, but that if I didn't want to or felt uncomfortable, to button up again. So I did, at least one button, but I let him keep looking. I mean, it wasn't like he was creepy. He was a nice looking older guy who was real polite and nice and liked looking at a pretty girl. I mean, the skirt was pretty short and my legs were real good, even if my top wasn't quite what it is now." "Really?", commented Brenda, looking closely at Georgia's tits. "Don't bother, sweetie. The only time somebody gets close enough to see the scars, they aren't looking for scars!" After their marriage, Harry had bought two boob jobs for Georgia, the first going from a B-cup to a large C, the second moving up to DD, and taking care of some off-center bulges from the first job. "And that's how you met, serving him drinks in a casino! That's almost like Bob picking me up at the bank.", commented Paige. Georgia nodded. "Almost. Anyway, when my shift was over, Harry offered to take me out to dinner and I agreed. It was unbelievable. I mean, I just had some shorts and a t-shirt in my locker, so he told me to clean up and then he took me to this boutique in the casino and bought me a real slinky dress and some Ferragamo shoes and some stockings, all for me and no promises. I mean, he was a real gentleman!" "And afterwards?", teased Brenda. "Well, what kind of an idiot do you think I am!? I thanked him all night long!" All three women laughed at this. "Seriously, Harry was a real sweetheart, and I really enjoyed myself, that night and afterwards. At the end of the weekend, he invited me back to New York on the corporate jet, and I moved in with him. We got married about a year later." "Wow!", said Paige. "So, if he was so rich, how come you're not living in some mansion somewhere?", asked Brenda "Lawyers. We had to do a pre-nup and most of his assets were tied up by his exes and his kids with them. Still, he had some very nice life insurance, and that was all mine. I was able to pay cash for this place and my car and the interest pays the utilities and all. Besides, I'm not a mansion type person. I'm just a Memphis girl with a GED who made good." She smiled at the others and then stood to make another round of drinks. "Anybody for another round?" "I'll have one, but that's it. The boys will be back from school in an hour and I need to be home and dressed by then.", commented Brenda. "Do you work at all?", asked Paige. "Between Frank and the twins? 24/7!", commented Brenda dryly. "You know what I mean!", protested Paige as Georgia laughed. "I used to, before the boys came along, then after they were born I went back to work, but I didn't like being away from them. I work part-time, mornings, as a secretary at a law office in Orlando. As soon as the boys are on the school bus, I'm out the door, and back by lunch. Are you going to be getting a job?" Paige nodded. "In a week or so, once we're settled in, I want to find something. Bob's paycheck can swing the mortgage, but only if we eat mac and cheese three times a day. I need to do something." The others nodded in understanding and they all lay back to keep sunning. ------- Chapter 4: Moving Some Furniture "Got a light?", asked Rusty Blockings, pulling the joint out of his pocket. "Yeah, here.", replied his brother Jeremy. They had just gotten off the school bus and headed into the little woods at the corner of Chrystal and Rosewood. School was out and it was time to get high before going home to face the family. Rusty, 15, took the butane lighter from his 16 year old brother and lit up the dope. He took in a good hit, then held his breath as he passed it to his brother. Jeremy simply inhaled, then passed it back. Both boys sat down on a small log and leaned back against their backpacks. "Shit, man, good stuff!", commented Rusty. "Yeah.", agreed the older boy. They quickly finished off the joint. "Where'd you get it?" "Jake. He says it's BC Bud, you know, from Canada." Jeremy shrugged. Canadian bud was supposed to be the best, but it cost a fortune his brother didn't have. "Maybe. Or maybe it's just some local shit grown in the swamp. I mean, it's just a weed, you know." "Yeah?", asked Rusty. "Yeah, it grows everywhere, just like dandelions and crabgrass, man. It's a fucking weed!" Rusty nodded in understanding. His older brother knew so much shit! "Good shit, man.", agreed Jeremy pleasantly. "So, you got Penny Brewster's number? You going out with her Friday?", asked Rusty. Jeremy simply nodded. "You going to do her like the others?" Jeremy smiled. "You know I don't talk about that shit." "Aw, jeez! Don't give me that crap! Everybody talks about that!" Jeremy shrugged. "Okay, can you keep a secret?" Rusty's face lit up. His legendary older brother was going to tell him about getting laid! His brother, who had been out with half the girls in school and scored with all of them, was going to tell! "Yeah, sure!" This was so cool! "Good for you! So can I!" "Fuck you, man! That is so wrong!" Jeremy laughed loudly at this, spooking a pair of squirrels. "Listen, here's the truth. The more a guy talks about it, the less the guy does it." "And you never talk about it.", commented his younger brother, awe-struck. Jeremy simply gave him a superior look. "So somebody like Ray Halstead, who brags about every girl he's nailed?..." "Let me tell you about Ray Halstead. I'm not going to name names, but I know for a fact that one of the girls he was bragging about banging last year, he didn't, because I personally popped her cherry for her two months later. So what does that say about Ray Halstead?" Jeremy snorted derisively. Rusty smiled in wonder at his older brother. The two boys were only a year apart in age, close enough that there was no sibling rivalry between the two. They were extraordinarily tight bonded. Jeremy was an average looking teen, middling tall and slim, but handsome enough and with an easygoing manner, taking after his mother. Rusty, who took after his heavyset father, was shorter but stockier, already on the JV football team. Surprisingly, it was sometimes Rusty who looked out for Jeremy. Several years ago, a group of bullies had started in on Jeremy; it was Rusty who had waded in to help him fight, two against five, and they won, though they both ended up in detention. "Man, I need to get laid!", complained Rusty. He knew his brother was screwing all sorts of girls, even if he didn't talk about it. Jeremy kept a box of rubbers in his closet, hidden where his mother wouldn't find them, and Rusty would check the box and see the supply dwindling, then a new box would appear. The fact that his older brother was old enough to drive and borrow a car meant he could actually go on dates. It was so fucking unfair! He was almost as old as Jeremy, and the hormones were racing, and he couldn't catch a break if his life depended on it! Some days it felt like it did! "How do you do it?" "What, get dates?", asked Jeremy. Rusty nodded furiously, pulling out a second joint. "Shit man, that's easy! Be polite." "Huh?" "Be polite, man, chicks really dig that shit." Rusty looked totally lost, and Jeremy expanded on his words. "Manners, you know? Be polite." "Like... ?" "Like when we were riding home on the bus, and I stood up for Penny and offered her the window seat. Did you see any of the other assholes on the bus being polite? Or were they rude and cool and being assholes? Huh?" "No!?", commented Rusty. "Yeah! Listen, you pull her chair out for her during the day, and you'll be pulling her panties down that night!" "No way!", commented his amazed brother. "That is so evil!", he said admiringly. Jeremy simply nodded and passed over the lighter. "Yeah, way! Just be polite and act nice. Compared to the competition, you'll look great. They'll be all over you." Rusty lit up the second joint and thought about his brother's words. Jeremy was always polite with the girls, carrying their books, never cussing, holding chairs and doors. Even when some guy would push ahead through the open door after making a snide remark, Jeremy just smiled and held the door for the girl. "Shit.", he commented. Could it really be that easy? "Listen, maybe I can help.", commented the older boy. "I know this girl, a woman actually, who'd probably be willing to help you out." Jeremy grabbed the joint from his younger brother and inhaled. Rusty's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "You mean, you know somebody I could fuck!?" The boy started to rise up from the log. Jeremy's face hardened and he pushed Rusty back down. "Not if you are going to behave that way. Now, settle down!", he ordered. "Shit, man, sorry. Are you serious!?" He took the offered joint. Jeremy nodded. "Like I said, maybe. I make no promises, but I know this one woman, she's a little older than us, but she really likes a good fucking, and she might go for it. But you got to behave." Rusty desperately wanted to lose his virginity. So far he hadn't gotten so much as a hand job from the girls he had talked to. "Whatever! I swear, I'll be good!" He handed the joint back to his brother who finished it off. Jeremy eyed him closely. "Okay, come on." He flicked away the roach and stood up. "Just don't fuck this up. You fuck this up and see if I ever help you again." "Jesus, whatever you say! Where are we going? You got to get the car?" He started heading along the path through the woods around the back of the Cummings fence, to go past the Housemans, to their back yard. "Come on, follow me.", commented Jeremy, heading the other way, back towards the street. "Just keep your mouth shut. Don't say a fucking word, understand, unless you're talked to. Got it?" "Uh, okay, where are we going?" Rusty was thoroughly confused by now. "Just shut the fuck up.", repeated the older teen. Once back on the sidewalk, Jeremy led the way into Chrystal Court, then walked up the driveway to the Cummings house, going around to the gate to the back yard. He knocked on the gate loudly, then called out, "Mrs. Cummings? Are you home?" He knocked and called a second time. Rusty stood there speechless. What were they doing at the Cummings place? Did she have a daughter or niece or somebody staying there that Jeremy had managed to nail? What was going on? After another moment, the back gate opened and Mrs. Cummings smiled as she greeted the boys. "Hi fellows, what's up?" She was wearing a long silk robe and high heeled sandals. Jeremy smiled. "Hi, Mrs. Cummings. Remember how I helped you move that furniture a couple of weeks ago? You asked me if I knew anybody who would be able to help with the moving? Rusty volunteered." Rusty was totally lost now. What was this about moving furniture? He thought Jeremy was going to introduce him to a girl who would pop his cherry? What the fuck was going on? Still, he kept his mouth shut. Maybe this was some sort of test, to see if he could do what he was told. Georgia eyes widened at this and she eyed the two boys speculatively. "Really? Jeremy, do you think Rusty can handle the furniture?" "Absolutely!", replied Jeremy positively. "He really wants to move some furniture and I promised I would help. You did say you liked a couple of movers, didn't you?" Georgia smiled and nodded. "I did say that, didn't I? Well, come on in." She invited the boys into the back yard, glancing out to see if anybody could see them, then latched the gate closed. "I definitely need some furniture moved." Rusty followed Mrs. Cummings and Jeremy into the house through the patio door, then up the stairs and down the hall. He was still quite unsure what was going on. Was Mrs. Cummings the woman Jeremy was talking about? She was pretty, he supposed, though old enough to be their mother, but the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. She really was good looking, considering how old she was, and she really had a nice rack. He followed them down the hallway into her bedroom. "Well, I had been thinking about moving this dresser from over there to over there.", she said, pointing at a dresser and then a few feet along the wall. Rusty couldn't believe it! She really wanted them to move furniture! What the fuck was Jeremy up to!? He looked at his brother in disbelief. Jeremy simply smiled and went to one side of the dresser. Rusty sighed silently and went to the other side. "Just say when.", commented Jeremy. Rusty glanced over at Mrs. Cummings and was turning back to his brother when he did a double take. Mrs. Cummings was now seated on the edge of the bed, with her legs crossed, the silk robe opened dramatically. Her darkly tanned legs were exposed almost up to her panties! In fact, Rusty would have sworn that he should have seen panties! Up top, the robe was loosened and open to below the level of her breasts, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a top. He gulped and looked back at his brother, who was simply grinning. "Come on, lift.", said Jeremy. They picked up the dresser and moved it a few feet towards the door. Jeremy turned back to Mrs. Cummings and asked, "How's that?" Rusty turned his head and looked at the older woman, who was now showing even more cleavage and leg. The only thing holding the robe together was a very loose sash. "No, I was wrong. It's better back where it was." The boys moved the dresser back to the original position. "That's better. Why don't you fellows come over here and tell me what you think." She patted the bed with both hands, on either side. Jeremy immediately went to the bed and sat down next to Georgia, on her left side, close to her. She smiled at Rusty and patted the bed on the right side. He gulped and sat down next to her, but farther away. Georgia smiled at him coyly and moved closer, laying a hand on his left thigh in the process. Suddenly Rusty's throat got very dry and he felt his forehead get very hot. He'd never had a girl touch him anywhere, let alone just inches from his suddenly rock hard cock, and she was actually moving her hand slowly higher. "What do you think, Rusty?" Rusty's sweats got worse, and his dry throat almost kept him from talking. "Uh, uh, fine, Mrs. Cummings, fine.", he croaked out. Mrs. Cummings smiled and moved her hand higher. "Why don't you call me Georgia, Rusty?" Rusty looked over at his brother, watching them with a real shit-eater of a grin. He cleared his throat, and said, "Okay, Georgia." "That's so much nicer. Friends call each other by their first names, and I think we could be friends. Would you like to be friends?" Her fingers began tracing along his stiff prick, uncomfortably down his left pants leg. "Yes.", he said weakly. He looked away from her eyes, only to see that her robe had slipped from her shoulders, exposing those incredible tits to his view. He swallowed, hard. "Good, I like having friends." Georgia gave up any pretense and reached for the teen's pants with both hands. She undid his zipper and catch and peeled them back, then tugged his pants and briefs down enough to expose the rigid cock inside. "Oh, my! Rusty, we're going to be very good friends indeed!" Rusty groaned. His cock was as stiff as it had ever been! It was so hard it was almost painful. He'd never dreamed it could be like this, and when she tugged his pants lower, his erection sprang upright, all seven thick inches waving in the air. Georgia was practically purring as she gave the tip a feathery touch. She liked a nice big cock, and Rusty's was very nice. She'd had longer, but she really enjoyed thick, and the boy's cock looked delicious. She reached out and gently ran her fingers the length of the shaft. Rusty moaned. It was too much! Gasping, he tried to will his cock to behave and failed. Spurt after spurt of rich and creamy come erupted from his own private Vesuvius. He was embarrassed beyond belief, but nobody cared. Georgia simply smiled and began caressing his softening cock with a come-covered hand. "That will get nice and hard soon.", she assured him. He knew she was right. He had once jerked off three times in a row to a copy of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition! Then, as Rusty stared, Georgia bent down and lowered her face to his sticky crotch and put her mouth on his come coated cock. She sucked it inside and Rusty marveled as she began sucking his prick and swirling her tongue all over him. Her hands were pumping his cockshaft and toying with his nuts. He stared at her, and then glanced over at his brother. Jeremy grinned at his younger sibling and gave him a 'thumbs up' sign. It was time to get in on the action himself. He reached out and began tugging Georgia's robe down, and Georgia cooperated, letting him pull it off first one and then the other arm. Jeremy stripped her naked, then Rusty watched as his brother stood and quickly undressed. His cock was already stiff with anticipation, and was at least as large as Rusty's own, now gloriously erect in Georgia's mouth. Rusty watched curiously as Jeremy crawled onto the bed. He was sort of behind Georgia, who shifted around slightly, to kneel on the bed while continuing to suck Rusty's cock. Jeremy crawled up behind the older woman and Rusty stared as his brother positioned himself, then thrust forward. Georgia moaned loudly around Rusty's cock. The younger teen had never even known you could screw kneeling like that! Georgia was in heaven, being double teamed by a pair of virile young men. Her pussy began spasming, clenching at Jeremy's pounding cock, and she was barely able to concentrate on the flow of pre-come flooding her mouth from Rusty's prick. She moaned as Jeremy rammed her from behind, each thrust pushing her face into his brother's crotch. It was too much for all of them. She moaned silently, then come began jetting into her mouth at almost the exact moment she felt Jeremy's cock twitch and fill her with warmth. Georgia swallowed Rusty's come and then collapsed backwards onto the bed. "Oh my God!", she exclaimed quietly. She lay there, her naked body exposed to their eyes, catching here breath, and smiled up at them. It looked as if both wanted some more, so she reached out to take them by their limp dicks. "My God, fellows, you'll wear an old girl like me out!" "You'll never be old.", commented Jeremy. He reached out and began caressing one of Georgia's mammoth tits, then caught his brother's eye and motioned for him to join in. Georgia smiled and closed her eyes again, luxuriating in the sensations flowing through her. She was enjoying herself too much to argue with the older Blockings boy. As soon as Rusty was stiff again, just minutes, it seemed, she scooted backwards on the bed and spread her legs. "Come on, baby, you know what to do. Just start out slow." As Jeremy hurried to get between her legs, she reached down and spread her pussylips and guided him in. "Oh, shit!", Rusty cried out softly. It was so wet and hot in there, and then he realized he was fucking Georgia in his brother's come. It was kind of gross on one level, but it felt so good, he just didn't care. "Yeah, baby!", commented Jeremy, who crawled up close to Georgia's face and began stroking himself. Georgia noticed and turned towards him, opening her mouth, and it was his turn for the blowjob. As Rusty got the first fuck of his life, Jeremy cradled her head and rammed his thick cock into her face. By now both boys had enough control that they lasted a while, and Georgia was sweating heavily through the orgasms before everyone came one last time. Suddenly Jeremy jumped up and asked, "What time is it?" Georgia looked over at the clock on the nightstand. "It's almost five. Time to go?" Both boys nodded and grabbed for their clothes. Georgia lay back, still naked, and smiled. "You guys can come over any time to move furniture, you know. Either together or by yourself." "Really!?", asked Rusty. Georgia smiled at him and looked over his shoulder at Jeremy. The older brother winked at her. "Sure, sweetie. I could teach you all sorts of things. Maybe you'd like to come over tomorrow after school?" A new young lover, eager to learn, with a wonderful body, a big cock, and terrific stamina — what more could Georgia ask for! Ever since her husband had died, she had been enjoying young men, almost as if she was making up for the ten years with a man a quarter century older than her. Tuesday mornings she entertained the pool guy, Marco, and Thursday morning she enjoyed the yard guy, Paco. Now she could enjoy some afternoon delight as well. Life was good! "Really!?", repeated Rusty, excitement and anticipation showing in his eager young face. Georgia stood and kissed both boys, neither of whom cared that there was a trace of come on her lips. "See you tomorrow after noon." The boys left the same way they had arrived, out the back door and the side gate through the fence. Rusty looked at Jeremy in awe. "Did that really happen?" Jeremy gave his little brother another shit-eating grin. "How's it feel to not be a virgin anymore?", he laughed. "Holy shit, man! Was she serious about coming back?" Jeremy started down the street towards their house. Rusty came up alongside. Jeremy said, "Yeah, but you really can't be an asshole about it. Remember, be polite. Act like a nice guy. Be a dork and you'll never get laid again. You'll end up a lonely old man who pulls his pud because he's an asshole. Got it?" "Yeah, yeah, no problem.", Rusty said excitedly. Wow, he could go over to see Georgia again! Like tomorrow after school! "Do I need to take you?" He sort of wanted to see her alone. Jeremy waved this off. "Don't worry about that. Just go over after school some day and knock at the back gate like I did. If she's out there sunning herself, be polite and maybe you'll be invited in. And keep your fucking mouth shut! You got that?! You tell nobody about this. There would be all sorts of shit coming down if you open your fat, fucking mouth!" "I swear, never, I got that, I got it!", assured Rusty. Screwing this up would be like killing the goose that laid the golden eggs. The boys got down to there house and saw a little white Subaru parked at the curb. "Whose is this? What's Marcia up to?", asked Rusty. Jeremy shrugged. "What she's up to is probably Toni Black's pussy.", he commented. "It's her car." Rusty eyed his brother curiously. Toni was one of their sister Marcia's friends from school. "Is Marcia really a lesbo?" Jeremy shrugged a second time. "Fuck if I know. The way I hear it, she's bi." "Bi?" "Bisexual, man. Like, bi means two, like bicycle means two wheels?" He waited for his brother to nod in understanding. "So she does both guys and girls, I hear." "That's weird." "She's just a fucking slut. No big deal." They went into the house and Jeremy gave his brother some final words of advice. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he said, "Now, go take a quick shower. You smell like you've just spent the afternoon fucking one of the neighbors!" Rusty grinned and nodded. ------- Chapter 5: American Gothic Toni Black was standing before the dresser in Marcia's bedroom, leaning forward and examining her complexion in the mirror. "Am I getting a blemish? Is this a zit?", she yelled, peering closely at her nose. The stereo was blaring loudly. The bedroom window was wide open. A scented candle was flickering on the dresser alongside an incense stick which was smoking. You almost couldn't smell the marijuana the two girls had been smoking. "What?", said Marcia loudly, over the music. "I asked if you thought I was breaking out!" Marcia Blockings reached out and turned down the stereo. "I'm not looking at your zits." Toni glanced at Marcia's reflection. Her friend was laying angled on her bed, totally naked, and it was obvious she was staring at Toni's backside. A pair of vibrators was laying on the bed, one a large flesh-colored version modeled after an oversized cock, the other a small 'Pocket Rocket' type. Toni was standing there in a tiny white thong, with her low-rider blue jeans only pulled up to the top of her thighs and still unzipped, and was nude from the waist up. Toni grinned and wiggled her ass. "Slut!" "Whore!", replied Marcia easily. "Will you stop worrying about your zits. Don't you know that sex is good for the complexion?" "I thought it was only for guys.", laughed Toni, turning around and pulling her jeans up higher. "I thought it was if they jerked off their acne would go away." "Yeah, that's the way I hear it. Also they go bald and grow hair on the palms of their hands. Don't shake hands with my brothers, you'll get a rug rash from the fur." Toni mimed sticking her fingers down her throat and gagging, then grabbed her V-neck top from the floor. She pulled it on. She never wore a bra, her pert and perky B-cup tits didn't need the support, and she liked it when people stared at her nipples. Likewise, she made sure she pulled her thong up so that it was visible above her jeans. "I don't want to think about your brothers. When do they get home?" Marcia stirred and rolled over, sitting up on the bed. "I think they just came home. Somebody came in downstairs, anyway, and it's too early for my folks." Toni turned wildly at this and stared at the door. "Chill. The door is locked and there's a towel at the bottom. Nobody could see us." Marcia stood and began picking up her clothes. She dressed and tossed the dildos in her nightstand, rearranging some loose maxi-pads over them. None of her brothers or father would ever touch those! "So, do you keep your complexion clear with sex?", teased Toni. "Nothing like a good come facial to keep the pores clear.", answered Marcia. "Try it now! Jismo! The new and improved blemish remover! Apply it in the morning for an all day glow, and apply it every night to let your skin heal as you sleep!", she said, mimicking a TV ad for blemish remover. "Gross!", said Toni with a laugh. "When do you get your next treatment?" "Friday night. Jack Westphal and I are going to the movies. I'll give him a blowjob afterwards.", Marcia said matter-of-factly. Toni leaned back against the dresser. She and Marcia had been longtime friends but never could seem to figure her out. "So, what are you? Gay? Straight? Bi?" Marcia shrugged. "Whatever. Maybe I'm looking for Mister Right. Or Mrs. Right. Or Mrs. Right Fucking Now! Complaining?" Toni snorted. She knew she was a lesbian, though she didn't brag it all over the school like some kids did. She enjoyed playing with Marcia, even if there wasn't a lifelong future in it. She simply couldn't figure Marcia out at times. "You going to the dance with him?" There was a dance Friday night at the high school. Marcia nodded. "You?" Toni shrugged and nodded. "Jake Fleming." "You going to suck him off, too?" Toni shrugged and nodded again. Without coming out of the closet, she needed to occasionally date and be seen with guys. The occasional post-date hummer was fairly harmless, even if she didn't really like the taste. "Well, come over beforehand. We can get dressed together and have the boys pick us up here.", commented Marcia. "It's a plan.", agreed Toni. Marcia looked over the bedroom with a critical eye, closing the bedroom window and picking up the towel at the door. She blew out the candle, then opened the door. "Let's get out of here." "My place?", asked Toni. "Yeah." They headed down the stairs, passing Marcia's brothers in the kitchen. "I'm going over to Toni's. I'll be back tonight." Jeremy shrugged. "You going to be back for dinner?" Marcia snorted derisively. "Hey, I'm just asking what Mom's going to ask." Marcia snorted again and the two older girls trooped out. "Fucking sluts.", muttered Rusty. Jeremy just nodded. He wondered if his parents would even notice. ------- "Hi guys!", Barbara Blockings said Rusty as she came in the door. She set her briefcase by the buffet in the living room and waved at her youngest son. Rusty looked up from his Xbox game and glanced at his mother coming in the door, and then said hello. Jeremy simply grunted and nodded; he was laying on the couch listening to his I-Pod and never opened his eyes or took out the earplugs. "Marcia home yet?" It was obvious their mother wanted to talk. Rusty paused his game and looked over at her. "She took off. She's over at Toni Black's." Jeremy muttered under his breath to Rusty, too low for their mother to overhear, "Licking pussy!" Rusty started laughing, then began coughing in an attempt to cover up. "Are you all right, Rusty?", asked Barbara with concern. Rusty started coughing even more at this, causing Jeremy to smile beatifically at his younger brother. Their mother was so clueless! "Dad called. He's working late again.", stated Jeremy. "He called?" "It's on the answering machine.", he replied, hooking a thumb over his shoulder towards the kitchen. "Did he say when he would be home?" Barbara didn't bother waiting for the answer, but simply went into the kitchen and hit the button on the machine. As always, the sound quality was poor, but it was clear that her husband Jerry wouldn't be home until after nine, that he had some sort of business dinner. "Anybody have a preference for dinner?", she asked. Neither of her sons answered. They were both back to their original pursuits and they ignored her. ------- Mary Beth O'Connor stared down disdainfully at the man kneeling on the carpet before her. The wretch was almost naked, wearing a heavy black leather collar, wide black leather wrist cuffs joined behind his back, and a black leather genital constraint. She had just ordered him to crawl across the rough sisal fiber carpet towards her, and now he knelt anxiously awaiting her orders. In her left hand she held the black leather leash that attached to his collar; in her right hand she held a long black leather riding crop. For what seemed like the millionth time in her life, she wondered how she had ever gotten to this place in her life. How in the world did a nice Boston Irish Catholic school girl, an honors graduate of St. Ignatius High School, end up in Central Florida as 'Mistress Domina', a premier leather dominatrix. Was it the nuns who had spanked her one time too many, driving her to revel in being the punisher, not the punishee? Or was it the priest who had taken her into his office for counseling and had taken her innocence when she was fourteen? And what did it really matter any more? She hadn't been to Mass in the fifteen years since she had graduated. "Come, worm, follow me!", she demanded, moving away from the kneeling client. She loosened her grip on the leash, letting several feet slip through her fingers, as she walked across the carpet to the reclining couch. Her client, an insurance salesman named Jerry Blockings, watched her closely but mutely as she sauntered away. His eyes tracked her beautiful form. She was a tall woman, slim and blonde, in the regalia of a hardcore dom, black leather strapless corset with open bra cups pushing her tits up and out, thigh high lace up spike heel boots in black leather, shoulder length black leather opera gloves, even the black choker. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a severe bun. "I ordered you to follow!", she demanded, flicking her riding crop at him. It caught him on the shoulder, stinging him, but otherwise not leaving a mark. Mistress Domina was very careful about that sort of thing; she never raised a welt, but within two days her charges often had bruising. "Yes Mistress, I obey!", he replied, half-cringing. He both hated and loved the couch. At the foot of the couch, it was no longer resting on the sisal fiber carpet, but was surrounded by rough pea sized gravel. After kneeling on the rough carpet and working up rug burns, to kneel on the gravel was sheer torture! He began crawling on his knees towards her. Once he was kneeling in agony on the gravel, Mistress Domina opened the end of the couch up, revealing a pair of gynecological stirrups. She had actually custom ordered the couch from a medical supply house, all in black leather and chrome. She raised the stirrups into place, setting them wide apart, then climbed onto the couch and lay back, lifting her legs into place. She tugged on the leash. "You know what to do, worm!" "Yes Mistress!", he whined, groveling. He stared hungrily at her bare pussy, now splayed open for his viewing. He was sure she waxed; his wife shaved her pussy trim, but it wasn't as smooth as Mistress Domina's! Bending forward awkwardly, he lowered his face to her pussy and began to vigorously eat the dominatrix out. Mistress Domina smiled and sighed happily to herself, silently of course. It would never do to allow a client to know she was enjoying their attentions. It was necessary to keep them properly motivated and fearful, to keep them in their place, a low place, one where the utter lack of worth and control was obvious. This was Jerry's second session of the evening, and he had paid accordingly. Once he had arrived, he had stripped naked in the antechamber and stepped into the room where Mistress Domina was waiting for him. She had placed the collar and cuffs on him at that time, and had also fitted him with the genital restraint. Nothing more than a leather jockstrap that cupped his balls while leaving his ass and cock exposed, it had a rather cunning strap arrangement on the ball sack. She could tug on the strap and tighten the restraint, causing excruciating pain if she wished, but that really wasn't what Jerry was looking for. He was more into punishment and domination then severe pain. She simply kept him on a short leash, so to speak, using the straps as a reminder she was the one in control. After she had dressed him, she had cuffed him behind his back and had chained the cuffs to a winch in the ceiling, and then had raised them enough to cause some discomfort. After several minutes of verbal abuse, she had used a light leather cat-of-nine-tails to spank him. Again, nothing that left a mark, but Jerry would be sitting very carefully for several days. Then she had relented in her punishment. She had moved towards him and allowed him to suckle her tits while she gave him a hand job. When he came, he ejaculated onto one of her boots, so she had made him lick them clean before she consented to continue. Tonight was a double session, and he had paid extra. After cleaning her boots, she had made him crawl around the room on his knees, giving a painful rug rash while she had flicked her riding crop on his reddened ass, verbally abusing him throughout. Now it was time for him to provide her with some oral relief. If he did a good enough job, she would give him another hand job; if it wasn't good, she would make him jack off in front of her. She had some female clients as well, who got the same mistreatment as the male clients, utter and total abuse. She often compared the men to the women, and was honest enough to recognize that whatever Jerry's problems were, he was one hell of a cuntlicker! Mary Beth O'Connor never allowed her clients to come in her mouth, pussy, or ass, or at least not unless they paid through the nose for the privilege. Whether it was because of the nuns who abused her or the priest who raped her, she was a confirmed lesbian. "More, worm, more!", she demanded, slicing the riding crop down on his back. "More!" Jerry pulled away briefly, to moan and whine out, "Yes, Mistress!" His cock was already rigid again, stiff with anticipation. He really wanted to eat Mistress Domina's pussy well. When she played with his cock it was so much better than when she made him do it to himself. Willing himself past the agony in his knees, he returned to eating pussy with a vengeance! ------- It was after 10 when Jerry walked in his front door in Chrystal Court. He had stopped along the way at the gym he and Barbara had joined several years ago. He forced his aching and abused body through a session on the machines, not because he needed the exercise, which he did, but because it would cause him to sweat, When he got out of the showers and redressed, he would smell like he had been at the gym, not with a dom hooker. Barbara, as always, greeted her husband at the door. As usual, the kids were elsewhere, hiding in their rooms or the finished basement or off with their friends. "Hi, honey. You're late. Late dinner?" Jerry shrugged, the lies coming easily to him. For years the urge to be dominated had been growing, to the point where he now went to Mistress Domina every few months or so. It was all he could afford on the money he was able to hide away and squirrel out of his 'weekly allowance, ' the money that didn't go into his direct deposit from his paycheck. "I stopped by the gym after dinner, worked off some of the cheesecake dessert. I'm sorry, I should have called." Barbara gave him a disappointed look, then led the way into the kitchen. "Can I get you anything? I kept a plate warm in case you were hungry.", she asked pleadingly. Jerry had eaten on the way home at a local McDonald's. "I'm just full, honey. Thanks anyway. I appreciate it. Maybe tomorrow." "Okay. I was watching television in the family room. Want to join me?" "Sorry, babe, but I am just beat. I've got an early client meeting, so I think I'm just heading to bed." Jerry kissed "his wife chastely and left the kitchen and headed for the stairs. Barbara looked at the plate of leftovers in the microwave oven, then removed it and dumped the contents into the trashcan. She cleaned up the kitchen, then went around the house, turning off lights and locking doors. By the time she got upstairs, Jerry was already in bed. Well, it was still relatively early. She smiled to herself and went to her closet. Stripping down, she pulled a lacy little chemise from a hanger and slipped it on, then came back to the bedroom. She slipped in behind her husband and laid a hand on his back. She thought she felt him stiffen slightly, but he just snored and rolled away from her. It was at moments like this that Jerry felt the most guilty. Barbara was still a damn fine looking woman, with great legs, nice tits, and an ass beyond belief. He knew she was dyeing her hair now, but he didn't care. She was a woman any man would be proud to have, and she simply couldn't do what Mistress Domina did. She was his wife and the mother to his children, not someone who could punish him as he deserved. He had watched her changing in the light of the closet. The lacy little chemise didn't do anything for her, he thought; long thigh high boots with stiletto heels would be so much more becoming! When she touched the angry red skin of his back, he flinched involuntarily, but then faked a snore. Barbara stifled a tear, then slipped back out of the bed. She went into their bathroom and closed the door, then tossed a towel down on the floor where the door gapped. Then, as quietly as possible, she opened the linen closet and rooted around on the third shelf in the back on the right, until she found what she was looking for. Sitting on the carpet, she spread her legs and inserted the seven inch Vibro-Rabbit and turned it on. It seemed to her that she did this an awful lot, but if Jerry was too tired, then she had to do this herself. Then she stopped caring, as the powerful toy pushed her closer to orgasm. Jerry heard the buzz from the bedroom and knew what it was. He began weeping silently, ashamed of himself, as he lay there in the bed. He had cried himself to sleep by the time his wife had come the second time, cleaned the toy and put it away, and switched to her standard t-shirt and gone to bed. ------- Chapter 6A: A New Resident Bob Turner climbed out of his car and grabbed his briefcase. It was still early afternoon on a Friday, but he had given himself the afternoon off. He unlocked the front door and went into the house. Setting his briefcase down in the foyer, he called out, in a high, false voice, "Lucy, I'm home!" Paige smiled in the kitchen where she was washing dishes. "Jack? Is that you?", she called out sweetly. Bob wandered into the kitchen. "Who's Jack?" He came up behind Paige and kissed her on the back of the neck. "Remember our conversation last night, about paying the mortgage, and how I would need to start turning tricks if I didn't get a real job?" Bob started laughing; they had indeed been joking about Paige hanging out on street corners to help with the bills. "Well, you know, it wouldn't be a bad deal. I mean, I could work out of the house and I would just be able to lie around on the job." "Sounds like a plan!" Bob stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, and began nuzzling her neck. "So, this Jack, he's a new client? What does he want? This is how you dress for him?" Bob's hands moved up, to cup her generous tits. It was time for some afternoon action. Paige moaned happily. "Yeah, he has this thing about screwing horny housewives. You wouldn't believe the things he wants to do to me in here!" Bob slid his hands under her t-shirt and down into her jean shorts, and Paige moaned as she arched her back. Suddenly she stiffened. "What was that?!" "Hmmm?" Bob was confused by the sudden change in his wife's demeanor. "What?" "Didn't you hear that, from the garage?" Paige twisted away from her husband. Suddenly a loud crash came from the garage off the kitchen. "There, you heard that! It's coming from the garage!" "What's in the garage?" Bob had also heard the noise. It sounded like somebody or something had knocked over some boxes. The garage still had a bunch of boxes and packing from their move. He sometimes wondered if he would ever actually park a car in there! Another box fell, and Paige pointed imperiously at the door. "Well? Go in there and find out what's going on!", she ordered. "And do what?", asked her husband, smiling. "You're a man. Go be manly!" Bob cracked a grin and said, "Go be manly? It could be a wild critter! There's alligators in Florida, remember?" "GO!" Bob allowed himself to be chivvied towards the door. As much as he had wanted to nail his wife in the kitchen, this was even funnier. He would chance the discovery of a man-eating alligator in his garage and fool around with Paige a little later. He dramatically opened the door to the garage and stepped inside, calling out, "If I'm not back in ten minutes, call Animal Control!" "GO!" There was a small pile of knocked over boxes in one corner of the garage, and Bob went there first, stepping carefully. While he didn't expect an alligator, it was possible that something had gotten in. Finally he spotted it. "Paige, you better come out here!", he called out. Paige cracked the door. "What is it?" "Come on out, baby, it's too dangerous just for me." Paige glared at him, but came through the door, shutting it behind her. She crept up behind Bob and looked around his side at what he was pointing at. Paige's heart melted. It was a tiny kitten, gray and fluffy, very young, shivering in the corner of the garage near the main door. "Oh my God!" Paige crept up to the kitten and dropped down on her knees, scooping the little feline up before it could scamper back into the boxes. "How did you get in here?", she asked it. It was a bit scrawny and weak. "How long have you been here?" Bob answered for the cat. "Probably a couple of days." Paige looked up at him and clambered to her feet, cradling the kitten in her arms. "The last time I was in here was Wednesday night, when I was mowing the lawn. You?" Paige shrugged. "Last weekend?" "I'll bet Mama Cat came in with her earlier this week, then got stuck outside when I closed the door. I thought I heard a cat meowing outside last night." "Oh. I wonder where she is now?" "No telling." Then he remembered seeing a dead cat in the road around the corner this morning, a cat that seemed surprisingly familiar. Best not to mention it to Paige; she tended to get weepy about that sort of thing. "Probably left for good." Paige began rubbing the kitten's fur, eliciting a faint purr. "Well, come on in, baby. We'll take care of you." "What!?" squawked Bob as he trailed his wife inside. "Well you said we could have a pet once we bought a house, remember.", she replied. "No, I said we couldn't have one in the apartment.", he returned. "Well, it's the same thing." "No it isn't!", he argued. "We voted already." Bob stared at Paige and the kitten. "Since when?" Paige reached down and lifted a fuzzy gray paw. She waved it as the kitten stared. "Two to one, majority rules!" "This is so wrong!" Bob protested pro forma for another few minutes, but he already knew he had lost this war. Paige settled on the couch with the kitten, and Bob settled down next to her. The kitten began meowing louder. "You're starving!" She turned her head to Bob. "That's what she was doing, she was looking for food." "It's a she?" Paige held up the kitten and turned it so the tail end was pointing at her husband. She tried to explain feline biology to him, but it just looked like a feline asshole to him. "Hey, I'm a farmgirl. Trust me. We had cats all over the place." Then she handed the kitten to Bob. "Here, take her, I need to go get some stuff." "Huh?" Bob cradled the kitten awkwardly as it meowed in hunger. "Back in a bit." Paige grabbed her purse and was out the door before he could ask any more questions. Bob stared down at the gray furball. "Shit. How the fuck did this happen?", he asked it rhetorically. He had never had pets as a child, since his mother was allergic to pet dander. Then again, this might keep her from visiting, which was an interesting side benefit. He noticed that the kitten was actually a gray and black tiger strip pattern, rather pretty, actually, with a long and fuzzy coat. He kept it in his lap and rubbed the fur gently, trying to ignore the plaintive cries of hunger. Forty minutes later, Paige burst through the front door carrying a pair of large shopping bags from a pet store in a nearby mall. "Got it!", she announced. Bob rose up from the couch, still cradling the kitten in his arms, and followed his wife to the kitchen. He stared as she pulled things from the bags. A couple of feeding bowls, some cat chow and a few pouches of cat food, a large flat tray and a big bag of something very heavy. Finally she pulled out a large box and opened it. "Here we go! Dinner!", she told the kitten proudly. From the box she pulled out a plastic bin with a screw lid and a doll's nursing bottle. "What in the world?" "Kitty formula!", she proudly announced. "Formula for cats? Are you shitting me?!", he asked in disbelief. Paige read the instructions and expertly made up a batch of formula and poured it into the baby bottle. "Here, feed your new friend." She handed him the miniature bottle. Bob took the bottle with a disgusted look and upended it at the kitten's mouth. It took her a few seconds, but she began to eagerly gulp down the formula. "This is surreal! I am bottle feeding a cat!", he protested. Paige snorted and began sorting out and putting away the rest of the cat groceries. Bob sat at the kitchen table and watched as she opened up the heavy bag, discovering that it was kitty litter, and she poured several inches into the low tray. That was set on the kitchen floor in the corner by the back door. Bob looked down in surprise when the kitten started moving around, to find the furry little critter had finished off her meal. "Wow, that was fast.", he commented. Paige nodded. "Okay, step two. Put her in the litter box." "Huh?" Bob looked at his wife curiously. She pointed. "Pick her up and set her down in the litter box. She has to be house trained. Come on, Daddy, get with it!" "Daddy?! How did I get into this?", he muttered. He set the kitten down into the litter box. She was very confused at first, and tried to climb out, but Paige kept her there until she squatted and peed. When she tried to get out, she looked down and couldn't figure out how to scramble out. The lip was too high. Paige ordered Bob to the garage to find a few old bricks and build kitten steps. "This is simply bizarre!" The kitten crawled out of the litter box and looked around curiously at her new home. Bob reached down and scooped it up. "Come on, you fuzzball, before you get lost.", he said disgustedly. Paige laughed and followed her husband out into the living room. Bob sat down on the couch, and the kitten promptly fell asleep in his arms. "My life is hopeless.", he commented. Paige snickered. "Daddy's grumpy. Daddy snuck out of work hoping to get his rocks off with Mommy, and now Daddy is grumpy. Mommy has a cure, though!" She slipped down to the floor and began working on Bob's belt and zipper. "Mommy knows all about making Daddy happy!" Bob's eyes opened wide at this, and he set the kitten down on the end of the couch, where it continued to snooze. He lifted his butt up off the couch to allow Paige to pull his pants and shorts down, then looked down at her. She was kneeling there, grinning and toying with his erection. "I'm still grumpy.", he commented. "Daddy's full of shit, too. Daddy shouldn't push his luck!" It was Bob's turn to snort. Paige fisted him gently for a couple of minutes, then leaned in and opened her mouth. "Ummm...", she commented. "Tasty!" Bob ran his fingers through her silky hair as Paige began bobbing her head in his lap. She kept her hands wrapped around his spit-soaked cock, jacking and fondling him as she suctioned his cockhead. She had to back off after a few minutes, when Bob began thrusting his hips up off the couch, as she began taking him close to the edge. Bob didn't want her to stop, though, pulling her head back down, so Paige began heavy duty suction and jacked her husband furiously. Bob groaned as he filled his wife's mouth with come. Paige drained her husband, then leaned back on her heels, licking her lips. "Daddy's not so grumpy anymore, is he?" The kitten stirred and moved around. Bob looked over at the kitten, then back down at his wife, as he pulled his pants up. "Daddy will get back to you on that." Paige simply laughed. ------- When the kitten awoke, it was time for another feeding, so Bob ended up bottle feeding the kitten a second time while Paige made burgers. Fuzzy, as Paige had christened the tiger stripe, sucked down another entire baby bottle of formula before being placed in the litter box. This time she seemed to understand the procedure, and managed to crawl out on her own. Maybe it was the nutrition she had taken, but she now had a bit more energy and Bob and Paige allowed her to start exploring. She wandered all through the living room before falling asleep under an Ottoman. At eleven, Paige gave Fuzzy a last bottle before bedtime. After the feeding she set the kitten down on the floor next to the litter box. Fuzzy looked around briefly before climbing the brick stairs and doing her business. After she had climbed out, Paige picked her up and cuddled her, then headed to the garage. She returned with one of the empty cardboard cartons the kitten had knocked over earlier. She carried both cat and carton up to the bedroom. Bob eyed his wife curiously from the bed he had already crawled into. "Now what are you doing?" "I have to make a bed for Fuzzy." "You what?" "Here, hold her." Paige handed him the kitten and wandered into the bathroom. Bob balanced the kitten on his chest, keeping her from exploring, and wondering what was up with the misbegotten creature now. Paige returned with a couple of old bath towels, which she used to line the cardboard box. This she set on the floor and then placed the kitten in it. "See? A bed!" Bob leaned over the edge of the bed to find Fuzzy circling his new bed warily before lying down. Bob simply snorted and rolled back to his side of the bed. Paige went back into the bathroom, to freshen up and change into a silky little nightshirt. Originally it had come with a pair of panties, but she almost never wore panties to bed, so they had been lost long before. She slipped into bed with her husband and turned out the lights. She snuggled up next to Bob and rolled away from him, and Bob rolled with her, moving behind her spoon fashion. As usual, Bob was wearing his briefs and no undershirt, and Paige could feel his stiffening cock pressing up against her bare ass where the nightshirt had slid upwards. He wrapped an arm around her waist and she hugged it against her, so he slipped his hand up to cup her breasts through the thin silk. Paige murmured approvingly. Bob moved his hand away from his wife's tits and shucked his shorts down, then moved back into position. This time he used his fingers to begin caressing Paige's hip and thigh, causing her to sigh happily. He moved his fingers all over her legs and hips and inner thighs, studiously avoiding her pussy, even as she began squirming around on the bed. He slipped a leg between hers, pinning her in position, even as he tormented her. When he finally did touch her slit, he found her pussy swimming in cuntjuice, and she uttered her first words of the night. "Fuck me!", she begged. Bob continued fingering her slit, nuzzling her neck and licking an earlobe, eliciting a loud series of moans. "Fuck me, please, fuck me!", she continued to beg. "Oh, please, don't be mean. I need it! Fuck me!", she pleaded. She began trying to twist around, to lie on her back, but the knee between her legs kept her on her side. She reached back with a hand between them to begin stroking her husband. Bob loved the attention, but it stopped when she began coming. Her body stiffened and Paige lost all thought of anything but the orgasm washing over her, overwhelming her senses. As soon as she started coming down, Bob raised his knee, pulling her legs apart, and bucked his hips forward, pushing his cock between her thighs. Paige hurriedly reached down and stuffed his oversized cockhead into her greasy slit. Bob rammed in, giving his wife another small come and seating himself firmly. Paige moaned and clutched at the bedsheets, but Bob reached around her to take her wrists and gently but firmly push her hands down between her thighs. Moments later Paige began moaning again, as Bob felt her fingers, feather light, rubbing her clit and his cockshaft. "I haven't come yet. You have to make me come!", he ordered quietly, holding her hands in position. His cock began hammering into her from behind. Paige whimpered. "Don't be so mean..." He body spasmed in another orgasm, and she instinctively tried to grab the sheets, but Bob kept her fingers between her thighs. "You are going to make me come, and tomorrow night you are paying me back for this damn kitten!", he whispered. "Mmmm?", she gasped. "That's right!", he muttered, laying on his side, spoon fashion behind his wife, and pounding into her. "Not with your pussy or your mouth either, understand?" Paige whined in understanding. She was on orgasm overload. "You are dressing up in something very short, and very tight, with very high heels, and we are going out. Then later on you had better have had an enema, understand?" Paige whimpered and moaned again, and her pussy clamped down, driving her husband over the edge. "Aaaahhhh...", he groaned, filling her clenching cunt with his come. Bob's hips slowed their thrusting as the pair came down from their orgasmic high. Finally he withdrew his limp prick and he rolled heavily onto his back and reached down to pull up his briefs. Paige rolled over, to snuggle up against her husband, sleepily moaning, "I love you!", to him. Bob turned his head to kiss her good night, and they drifted off, Paige's head on Bob's shoulder, his arms around her. ------- The feel of Paige's silky hair and firm, warm rear brought Bob out of his sleep. During the night the pair had shifted apart, and he now found himself spooned up behind his wife, much like he had fucked her the previous night. That seemed like an excellent way to use his early morning wood, so he snuggled closer, laying a hand on her bare hip. The hair brushing his face twitched, which Bob found a little unusual, even in his sleepy condition. Then it began moving rhythmically across his nose, which seemed even odder. Cracking an eye, he found himself blearily staring at the fuzzy gray striped tail of Fuzzy, the new resident. "What the fuck?!", he muttered. This was enough to awaken his wife, who twisted around to face him. They stared at each other, half in amusement, as the kitten lay on Paige's pillow between them, purring softly and twitching its tail at Bob. "Morning, Fuzzy!", she said brightly. "Morning, Bob!" "I know where I rate.", he replied. "How did this thing get up here? I thought it was in that box." "It was." Paige glanced back over the edge of the bed to confirm the box with the towels was still there. "I don't know. Cats can get anywhere.", she commented. "It probably woke up and decided to try climbing up the sheets. Claws, remember." She held up a hand with her fingers dramatically extended and curled. "Christ." "Oh, it's not so bad. She didn't leave you a mouse, now did she?" "Excuse me?", he said incredulously. "A mouse! Lots of cats catch mice and leave them for you, as proof of their hunting abilities. They're proud of catching them! It used to happen on the farm all the time." Bob stared at Paige for a moment before pronouncing, "The day I wake up with a dead mouse in this bed is the day t he mouse, the cat, and YOU are all out of here! I'll send the three of you back to your father for a refund!" Paige laughed and looked over at the kitten. "Daddy's grumpy again. Daddy woke up looking for some morning nookie and is grumpy. Mommy knows what Daddy wants!" Paige twisted around and dove under the covers. Moments later she had pushed her husband's shorts down his thighs and was sucking his stiff cock. Bob shifted slightly to give her better access. This was exactly what he had been hoping for, though he hadn't expected an audience. The kitten sat there on Paige's pillow looking at him curiously, occasionally looking down at the movement under the covers, and then back up at his face. Bob just closed his eyes and concentrated on his wife's cocksucking. She was going for quick and efficient this morning, so it only took a few minutes before she got him off. Paige crawled out from under the covers with a grin, then reached out to tease the kitten. "Daddy's happy now, I bet!" "Daddy's grabbing a quick shower.", was the only reply. Bob scrambled into the bathroom, leaving Paige with the kitten. The kitten began to meow in hunger. Paige picked up the kitten and carried her into the bathroom, setting her on the vanity counter. Fuzzy looked around curiously, shying back from the edge of the countertop, while Paige quickly brushed her teeth and used the toilet. She grabbed a long bathrobe and wrapped it around herself and then grabbed Fuzzy back up. The pair headed to the kitchen to start coffee brewing and feed the kitten. When Bob appeared in shorts and t-shirt, Paige was seated at the kitchen table, bottle feeding the kitten. He snorted as he grabbed eggs and bacon from the refrigerator. "Just like down on the farm, hmmm?" "Don't laugh. We actually had to do this with the goats and calves sometimes. It's a good way to give them antibiotics and nutritional supplements while they're still nursing." "I can just see you and Jethro and Ellie May down by the cement pond." "The Clampetts were actually two farms down, and we didn't have a cement pond. We had a fishing hole between us and the place next door we used to go swimming in.", she said, sticking her tongue out at him. Bob had only been to Paige's home town once, for the wedding, and hadn't seen much more than the farmhouse and the fronts of a couple of barns. Paige had loved farm life growing up, but it was hard work and she didn't really miss it anymore. Fuzzy burped and Paige set him on the floor, where she turned in circles briefly before heading towards the litter box. As she climbed up, Paige pointed at her and said to Bob, "See, she's already trained." Bob nodded in agreement and made the eggs the way they liked them, sunny side up for his wife and over easy for himself. Paige was assigned toast duties. Fuzzy was assigned crumb patrol on the floor, and the tiny gray kitten began exploring his new home more. Paige commented that he would probably be weaned in a few weeks and be able to be left on her own then, and that she could then go out and find a job. Bob's only reply was that she was earning for two now, her and Fuzzy. After breakfast, Paige went back upstairs to shower and clean up, followed by the kitten. By the time she got out of the bathroom, a very determined Fuzzy had managed to climb the stairs and get to the bedroom. Paige set her on the bed and the gray tiger stripe promptly fell asleep. "Now, what to wear?", she asked the sleeping feline. "Daddy wants to make fun of his farmgirl wife, maybe I should just show him how much of a farmgirl I really am!" Paige scrounged through her drawers and closet for a few minutes before finding exactly what she was looking for. From the back and bottom of a drawer containing shorts, she found a pair of cutoff jeans. They had started life as a pair of low-riders, but after ripping the left knee out, she had cut them short. Very short! She had actually cut the pockets off from the inside, where they dropped down far enough to be visible. The only fabric at the gusset was the seam and the button holding the waist together was missing, along with the entire waist band. From her closet she pulled out a very thin red gingham blouse that she had long forgotten where she had gotten it from. Also she pulled out a pair of high heeled open toed sandals. Stripping her robe off, she climbed into the denim shorts commando style, noting that it was a good thing she shaved her pussy bare, since any hairs would be plainly visible from below. The blouse went on and she simply tied it under her tits loosely, without buttoning. She slipped on and tied the straps of the sandals. As she was about to leave, she glanced at Fuzzy. She gently picked the kitten up and set her on the carpet. If she decided to wander, she wouldn't have to fall off the bed first. Paige sauntered downstairs to the living room where Bob was reading Time magazine. "I told you I was a country girl.", she commented as he looked up. "I guess so! Is that how all country girls dress?", he asked with a smile. "Only when they're talking to boys about swimming down at the fishing hole." Paige came over to the couch Bob was laying on and sat on the edge. Her tits jiggled invitingly inside the thin red checked fabric, her nipples tantalizingly close to showing. Bob settled back on the couch, moving slightly to let his wife get closer. "Did you really have a fishing hole?" "Absolutely! My sisters and I went down there almost every afternoon to go swimming!" "Swimming?", he asked with a leer. "Skinnydipping.", she admitted, shaking her tits as she turned towards him slightly. She glanced down at his shorts, where his cock was stiffening appreciatively. She twisted slightly, raising a knee a touch, and gave him a nice glance at the tiny strap of denim between her legs. Her pussy lips were plainly visible. "Who needed swimsuits when it was just us girls?" Paige was the middle child of three girls. "I'm surprised your old man let you." Paige smiled, "He thought it was just us girls, too, so why did he care?" Bob's eyes widened a touch at this. "Are you saying it wasn't just you three girls?" Paige smiled winsomely. "Well, maybe it was at the start, but this family bought the farm next door when I was 14, and they had these three gorgeous hunky boys who liked to explore the place after their afternoon chores, and the fishing hole was right between the two farms. Maybe we didn't tell Daddy right away. Actually, I don't think we ever told Daddy!" Paige laid a hand on her husband's thigh and began slowly moving it upwards. Bob's cock instantly stiffened at his wife's touch and his mouth became dryer. "You went skinnydipping with Bubba and his brothers on the neighboring farm?" He reached up and tugged her blouse loose, putting her massive breasts with their puffy nipples on display. Paige smiled sweetly again. "Well it would have been rude otherwise. I mean the pond, it was between both our farms. Who could tell where the line was? And besides, they were very cute. Lots of muscles, big muscles, you know." She reached up and ran a finger along his cock, feeling it throb through his shorts. "Really! And you were how old?" "Well, I remember Mary Jo, she was sixteen, so I must have been fourteen and Janey must have been thirteen. The boys were like a year older than us. Bobbie Joe was seventeen, Billy Ray was fifteen, and Jimmy Earl, he must have been fourteen." "Do all southerners have two names?", asked Bob. Paige stopped rubbing his cock and asked, "Do you want me to continue this story or stop?" "Keep going! Keep going!" Paige started to lightly run her hand along his crotch again, feeling the heavy warmth inside the thin fabric. "Well, we invited them in to join us swimming, 'cause we all wanted to see their muscles. Big muscles. And later, my sisters and I climbed out to get dressed. It only seemed fair, you know. We all agreed to join at the swimming hole again the next afternoon. We swam like that for several days before they started flirting with us. We'd start playing together, not just swimming, and we all just seemed to hit it off. Mary Jo really liked Bobbie Joe, and Billy Ray was sweet on me, and Janey, she was getting along with Jimmy Earl." Paige slipped her hand inside Bob's waistband, to lightly stroke his cock. She could feel the bead of precome on the tip as she began jacking his erection. "Just how friendly did you all get?", asked Bob. "Jealous?" Bob shook his head. "Curious?" Bob nodded. "Very friendly. After a few days, we got stuck with some extra chores, and we got to the pond late. We found the boys already naked, but they were standing there jerking off. We surprised them and asked if we could watch. They let us, and after they came, they asked us if we would like to help. So we got undressed and joined in." "You jerked them off?", asked her disbelieving husband. He tweaked a nipple, getting a pleasant shudder from his wife. "Uh huh! It was pretty cool. We let them play with us the next day. Within a week or so, we were giving head and doing some sixty-nine and all.", she admitted. "Bullshit!", he laughed. "No bullshit. They had big cocks, too. A couple of days later Mary Jo came to Janey and me with a plan. She would borrow the pickup and go into Knoxville and buy some rubbers. She would also go to Planned Parenthood and get on the Pill. Then she would go to another clinic and do it again. She would go to three clinics & get three prescriptions for birth control pills and share them with us, just so long as we paid." Bob stared at his wife. This was a whole side of her he had no idea existed, and it turned him on immensely! "And did you? Pay, I mean?" Paige nodded. "Cash and chores. We busted our asses all summer long. We used a lot of rubbers up until the Pill took effect and we could skip them. Those boys could get stiff again in about five minutes after fucking us!" She was stroking him hard now, and it was like a puddle of precome was forming in his shorts. Bob's breathing was getting raspy. "The best part, that was when Janey and I switched off. Mary Jo, she only fucked and sucked Bobbie Joe, but not Janey and me. Most of the time she'd be doing Jimmy Earl and I would fuck Billy Ray, but every once in a while we switch, just for the change. It was so cool to watch my boyfriend fucking my little sister!" Bob groaned and let loose a load of come in his shorts. Paige continued to pump him dry, grinning at him as she kneeled next to the couch. She pulled her hand out and licked the come off her fingers. Bob got his breathing under control and looked at her. "Was any of that true or were you just telling tales?" Paige shrugged innocently and leaned down to kiss him quickly. "You'll never know. I will tell you this, though, and it's the god's honest truth. My sister Mary Jo married a fellow named Robert Joseph MacMurphy, who just happens to also own the farm next door to my parents, buying it off his folks, and Mary Jo met him in high school and has never been with another man." She waggled her eyebrows at her husband. Bob stared at his wife. "No way!" Paige just shrugged. "You need to mow the lawn." She pulled her blouse shut and stood up. Bob went back upstairs to change his underwear and shorts. He didn't bother washing up, since he'd just end up sweaty and grass covered anyway after mowing the yard. Paige played with the kitten a little longer, then went up to shower after Bob went outdoors. Afterwards, she pulled out a short silk robe and wrapped it around herself, then went back downstairs to feed Fuzzy again. By the time she had given the kitten another little bottle of formula, Bob had finished the lawn and had slipped in through the garage and gone upstairs. Paige, feeding the kitten in the family room, only heard him enter and start up the stairs. Maybe it was time to spend the afternoon with her husband. She needed some relief, too, so she set the kitten down on the floor. Fuzzy wandered around before laying down on the carpet and starting to snooze. Paige went upstairs, to find the shower running and Bob already inside. She lay down on the bedspread in just her silk robe and waited for him to return. A few minutes later the shower stopped, and shortly after that Bob appeared, naked and toweling off his hair. He stopped at the door into the bedroom to see his wife laying seductively in wait, the robe loose and barely hiding her breasts and the junction of her thighs. "Hi." Paige beckoned him forward with a finger. "Come here." She patted the bed beside her and Bob came closer, tossing his wet towel back into the bathroom. As he got on the bed, she simply said, "Make love to me!" Bob stretched out on the bed alongside Paige and took her into his arms. His lips met hers eagerly, as her hands roamed over his back and buttocks. Paige moaned as she felt her nipples moving against his chest with only the think silk of the robe between the two lovers. Soon that was gone, as Bob broke his kiss and licked his way slowly down her neck to between her breasts, spreading the robe apart as he cupped her breasts and fondled her nipples. He alternated sucking them as he slipped a hand lower, between her legs, to slip a finger into her slit. Paige gasped and arched her back in orgasm, pushing her pussy towards her husband. She had kept both hands between them, stroking and fondling his oversized cock, but now she let go. One hand, the one trapped between them, stayed in place, lightly touching him, but her other arm jerked up, to grab him and pull him closer. "Now, I need it now!", she begged. Bob ignored the plea and continued his assault. Paige was now laying on her back, and he had one arm around her shoulders playing with a nipple while his mouth worked over the other, and his free hand was fingerfucking her clit mercilessly. With his legs he kept her pinned on her back with her legs spread wide. Paige was babbling by now, crying out, "Fuck me! Fuck me!", over and over. Smiling to himself, Bob gave in to Paige's demands. Crawling into position between her legs, he lowered his cock to her widespread pussylips. Paige eagerly got into position, spreading her legs wide and put her hands between them, to spread her lips apart and guide him inside. Bob pushed in effortlessly; Paige's cunt was wonderfully tight but wonderfully slick. She gasped and moaned as another orgasm swept through her and Bob sank into her fully. "Oh, yes, that's it. Don't stop, don't ever stop...", she whispered as he began slowly pulling out and pushing back in. It was the most exquisite torture as his long cock rasped smoothly against her clit. She couldn't get enough of him or enough of his skin against hers. Paige wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly, then brought her legs up, to lock her ankles behind Bob's back. "More, more..." The more Bob moved the tighter Paige held on, and Bob's ability to hold back his own explosion began to weaken. When she began undulating her hips beneath his, trying to drive her pussy upwards to fuck his cock even deeper, he lost it completely. Gasping, he collapsed into her arms as spurt after hot spurt of hot jism splashed into her pussy and his hips churned and pumped. After a few minutes in Paige's arms, Bob rolled off his wife, his limp and sticky cock pulling out of her. Paige rolled with him, tossing a leg across his and resting her head on his chest. "I love you so much!", she whispered softly. Bob was too tired to do more then lean his head down to kiss her on the top of her head. At hat, she looked up at him and gave him a wicked smile. "I need more!" "Good luck finding it.", he quipped. "I know just where to look.", laughed Paige. She knelt upright, then lowered her face to her husband's crotch. "Funny, there's come all over!" She began licking his cock. "Mmmm, tasty!" She lifted it with one hand and began "sucking and licking. "I can taste my pussy juice, too." Bob smiled and reached out with one hand and caressed Paige's ass. She shrugged out of her robe and tossed it to the side. As she sucked his cock back to life Bob caressed her ass, then slipped a hand around and between her legs from the back. His fingers found her sloppy wet cunt and began rubbing their come around her clit. Paige groaned pleasantly and shifted slightly to let his fingers get better access. Despite Bob's comments to the contrary, Paige had his cock stiff and upright after only about ten minutes of delightful attention. She swung around and lifted a leg over his body, to settle into place and sink her pussy down on Bob's erect prick. "Make me come, hard!", she ordered. Bob laughed. "Aren't you the ordering type!" Raising his hands, he pinched her nipples and began to pull and tweak them. "Play with your pussy. Make me come, hard!" Paige whimpered as he twisted her nipples back and forth, and thrust her fingers between them. She was bouncing as she fucked, and Bob watched here spreading her pussy lips and rubbing her clit furiously. "Make me come!", he repeated. Paige settled into a quick pace, bouncing and rubbing her clit against his cock on both the up and down strokes. Her husband brought his hands down to her hips to guide and pace her, but he leaned up and began suck her distended nipples. Paige gasped and bent forward, lowering her tits to his mouth, trapping her hands between her. Bob pulled his face back for a moment. He was incredibly close, and Paige had been spasming in orgasm for almost a minute. "Make me come! Now!" He lifted his head up and nipped at a nipple. Paige cried out as she came. Her fingers continued playing with her clit, and scraped against the upper surface of his cockshaft. That was enough. Bob sank back into the bed and began spewing his jism up into his wife's greasy cunt. Paige sank down atop him, her pussy twitching as she orgasmed again. ------- Chapter 6B The two lovers lay in each others arms, naked and dazed, for several minutes. Their reverie was broken only by the sound of meowing and a scrabbling at their feet. A few seconds later a gray and furry head appeared above the foot of the bed. The two looked down through their feet, Paige with amusement and Bob with amused disgust. After Fuzzy had scrambled up to the bed, Paige sat up and grabbed the kitten, setting her on Bob's chest. Bob stared at the kitten, which meowed and settled down on its paws. Turning his head he glanced at his grinning wife, then turned back to the kitten. "My life is a living hell." "You are so full of shit!", protested Paige. Bob eyed Paige speculatively. "Just so you aren't tonight!" Paige's eyes opened wide, as she remembered her husband's plans for the evening. She rubbed Fuzzy's back. "I'll keep that in mind." She climbed off the bed and grabbed her husband's towel off the floor where he had tossed it. She draped it over Bob's midsection, which drew a curious look from him. "Just in case Fuzzy gets curious." Bob's eyes sprang open at the thought. "Yeah? Curiosity really would kill the cat then!" Paige snorted with laughter. "Oh, Lord, my father once..."She laughed until the tears started, then calmed down some as her husband stared at her. "One time we had a kitten that liked to climb up his pant legs. If he stood still, it would extend its claws and climb up his pants, then his shirt, and finally get up to his shoulders." She eyed Bob and he nodded in understanding, though he didn't know where this story was going. "So one day he was in the bathroom one morning and was shaving, wearing his bathrobe and shorts, and the kitten tried to do it." Bob still didn't follow. "And?" "And he wasn't wearing any pants! The kitten stuck out his claws and tried to climb up his bare leg! Daddy let out a yelp you could hear down the road!" Bob looked down his chest and at sleepy and purring kitten. "Ouch. That would be worth all nine lives, you fleabag." Fuzzy ignored the comments and continued snoozing. Paige grabbed her robe. "Lunch? I'll serve." Bob nodded and closed his eyes. When Paige came out of the bathroom, her husband was sleeping as soundly as the kitten. She dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and then headed down to the kitchen. She returned afterwards with a tray with some ham and Swiss cheese on rye sandwiches, with mustard, a pair of dill pickles, and a couple of cold beers. She set it carefully on their bed, which woke Bob up, though not the kitten. Bob set Fuzzy to the side and sat upright, and the pair shared lunched sitting on their bed. "So, exactly what were your plans for tonight?", she asked. "You know the plans for tonight!", he replied, waggling his eyebrows comically. "No, silly. I mean were you planning on going clubbing or dinner or what? I mean, just how extreme were you planning on me being?" Bob shrugged. "Actually, I was just figuring on dinner and drinks. I hadn't really planned on the late night club scene, you know." Paige nodded approvingly. "Works for me. I just needed to know. You specified very tight and very short, but some of my outfits aren't exactly suitable for the public." They both smiled at this. Paige had several micro skirts and dresses suitable only for a late night party crowd, including a very extreme red leather micro dress that consisted mostly of the laces holding it together. It was impossible to wear anything underneath it and required considerable care when moving to keep from showing everything. After midnight in a dark night club was one thing, early evening in a family restaurant was quite another! Fuzzy woke up and meowed for somebody to feed her, so Bob grabbed it and the tray and took both downstairs. Paige rolled over on the bed and took a pleasant nap. She didn't wake until she heard Bob climbing out of the shower. He headed for his closet. "My God, what time is it?", she demanded, jumping out of bed. Bob pointed at the clock. "Settle down, you have plenty of time. I wanted to get my stuff done before you did. I did some more weeding in the back yard and needed to clean up. Go and take however much time you need." He turned away from her and opened a drawer for some underwear. Mollified, Paige headed into the bath. There new house had a delightful whirlpool tub, and this afternoon was definitely time for a bubble bath. She called through the door, "Honey, open up a bottle of Chardonnay, please?", and then turned back to the bath. By the time Bob wandered back in, the bathtub was starting to fill. He appeared with a pair of wineglasses and a bottle of Chardonnay from the refrigerator. He poured for the both of them, the Paige took a glass and the remainder of the bottle, and pushed him out. Bob simply laughed as he realized Paige was getting the rest of the wine. Paige sipped her wine, then it was time for first things first. Good anal sex required a good enema ahead of time. She dug her kit out and locked the bathroom door. This was the last thing she ever wanted her husband to see! Twenty minutes later, cleaned out and wrinkling her nose in disgust, she put her kit away and crawled into the tub. She filled it with some more hot water and bubble bath, then turned the jets on. She lazed blissfully, sipping her wine and gently diddling her nipples and clit, until she was almost pruny. Halfway through, she had sat up, grabbed her razor, and touched up everywhere, under her arms, all along her legs, and finally all over her pussy, so that she was totally bare. Totally relaxed and in an acute state of sexual awareness, Paige crawled from her tub. Sitting at the vanity, she gave herself an all-over coating of skin lotion, then combed and dried her hair. Finally it was time to get dressed. She wrapped a terry robe around herself and wandered out into the bedroom, heading for the walk-in closet. Their bedroom actually had two closets, a large and deep walk-in and a smaller closet. She had appropriated the larger closet as soon as she had seen it, threatening her husband with instant divorce and death if he argued. Paige eyed the leather lace-up mini-dress and smiled. Definitely interesting but definitely not tonight. She pulled out instead a light and gauzy silver-gray mini-dress. It was halter-topped with a cowl neckline in front, and a short, but not ridiculously short, hanky-hemline. It showed all of her back and a fair bit of her sides, and there was enough cleavage that Bob could slip a hand inside if he wanted to, and she was sure that he would want to by the time the night was over. Still, it draped nicely on her and nothing would show unless she was really moving around, dancing crazy or twirling all over the place. The skirt looked very light, but had several gauzy layers that draped in different angles, so that by the time it reached her upper thighs it was opaque. Paige laid the dress on the bed, then pulled open her lingerie drawer. It wasn't too hot yet for stockings, though it probably would be in another few months. A pair of very sheer and long nude stockings slid up her smooth legs, and she slipped on a pair of three inch high silver stiletto heels. Then she pulled the dress on and brushed out her hair. A subtle hint of makeup and she was ready. She debated a tiny thong. It wouldn't show under the dress, but the dress was long enough it wasn't necessary, and she didn't want it in the way. She tossed a few items from her regular purse into a glittery silver evening bag, and headed down the stairs. Bob noticed Paige coming down the stairs, then did a double take as he really saw her. He gave a long and low whistle, then said, "Wow! You look spectacular!" He was wearing dress khakis and a dress shirt, a sport coat, and loafers without socks. "You look nice, too." Fuzzy noticed and started over. Paige intercepted the kitten and set her on a sofa cushion. "You put a run in these hose and I'm selling you to a violin factory!" She scratched the kitten briefly, and then "they headed out. "Where are we going for dinner?", she asked Bob. "I made some reservations at an Italian place over on Orange Blossom Trail.", he replied. Paige nodded and they got into his car. As they drove, Paige allowed the hem of her dress to rise up her thighs. Bob noticed and smiled, though neither said anything. Anticipation was almost as enjoyable as the actuality. After turning onto Orange Blossom Trail, a 'main drag' through Orlando, Bob pulled off the road into a parking lot. "Now what?", asked Paige. "Where are we?" Bob gave her an evil grin. "Come on, you'll see!" He climbed out of the car and went around to Paige's side, opening the door for her and waiting for her to climb out. Paige climbed out of her husband's car and smoothed her dress into position. It wasn't exactly a dress to go shopping in, but she wasn't completely sure where they were. The building was a somewhat nondescript two story office building without windows. Her husband took her hand and she allowed herself to be led to a door at the side. Once inside, she simply stared. "Oh my God!" Lowering her voice, she asked, "What is this place?!" She was in a huge store full of sex... stuff! "This is probably one of the biggest adult stores this side of the Mississippi.", replied Bob. "I was over here on business the other day and saw it. Isn't it great!?" "Oh my God!", she repeated. It was truly amazing. Paige wasn't naïve; she had been to an adult store before. Still, this was almost an adult mall! Bright neon lights pointed out sections for DVDs, clothing, toys, and various other things. Most of one floor was taken up by the largest selection of adult DVDs and tapes she had ever imagined. A second floor beckoned further along. She stared for another few moments, then she looked at Bob with an evil grin to match his. "Come on! Let's look around!" She took his hand and pulled him forward. Bob chuckled and followed in his wife's path. Her description of the place as the 'Wal-Mart of porn' seemed quite apt. It was well lit, clean, and seemed to have at least one of anything and everything related to sex. Paige wandered through a few aisles of DVDs before stopping in front of a section labeled 'Anal.' "Maybe something for later?" "Works for me." He let Paige look through the selections, watching over her shoulder, with an occasional glance down the front of her dress. Her stiff nipples told him she was excited and he was glad he had stopped here. Paige made a quick selection, then turned around and looked at her hubby. "What else do they have?" Bob shrugged. "Let's find out." The pair wandered through a few more aisled of DVDs to a section with various fantasy clothing. "Now you know where to get that little French Maid costume.", he commented, pointing to an outfit on a hangar. There were a variety of other costumes, some on mannequins, including several Naughty Nurse outfits, a schoolgirl costume, and so forth. Nothing struck Paige's fancy so they went up the stairs to the second floor, which was packed with sex toys. Vibrators and dildos of every imaginable size and shape, bondage paraphernalia, whips and chains, lubricants - the array was mindboggling! "Oh my God! This place has everything!", she commented, her eyes wide. Even Bob, older and from a more sophisticated big city background, was impressed. The pair wandered through the toys section laughing and pointing out various vibrators and dildos. Paige had several of her own already, and she and Bob occasionally used them together. As they surveyed the selections, one would often point out an item to the other, saying if it was similar to one they already had, or used to have. "Here, honey, for when I'm not home.", said Bob, holding up a monstrously huge foot long model. Paige pulled a tiny Pocket Rocket from the display. "This is more life like in your case." They put the toys back on the racks and kept wandering. "This is interesting.", commented Bob. Paige came back to stand by him. "Hmmm?" "It's remote control. See?" The clear plastic container held what looked like an egg-shaped bulb with a wire attached, along with what looked like a very simple hand held push button control. "This goes... you know where... and the remote turns it on and off." "Cool! Let me see that." Paige took it from him and looked it over. That was precisely what it advertised, even mentioning a 20 foot range! The person with the remote could be across the room from the person with the vibrator and it would still work. She looked up at her husband, who had a smile on his face. "What?" "Just thinking..." "Oh?" "Maybe something to do when we go out to dinner some night?", he commented leeringly. "Does it come with batteries?", she asked with a laugh. "We need to go to dinner." She led the way to the counter with the remote control vibrator and the anal DVD. Paige laid the items on the counter in front of the clerk, a small and pretty redhead with some Goth makeup. The girl smiled and asked, "Find everything you wanted?" "Uh, yes! This place has everything!", gushed Paige. Bob laughed. "Yeah it's pretty cool." The girl looked at the vibrator. "You are going to love this! My girlfriend got me one and it's awesome. Sometimes I use it and sometimes we switch off. It's great for a date." She leaned over the counter to eye Paige's outfit. "Going to dinner? That's a gorgeous dress. It's not my style, but it really looks good on you." "Thank you." Paige noticed that the Goth clerk was definitely a different style; she was wearing black cargo pants and a black silk camisole that clearly showed the rings through her puffy B-cup nipples. "You should put the batteries in before you go.", she commented. Paige's eyes widened at this, but the girl had hit the nail on the head. This would be great for dinner! She fumbled the package open and put the batteries in both the vibrating egg and the remote. Hitting the switch, she was amazed by the loud sound of the sex toy. "Don't worry, once that's in place nobody will hear a thing." Paige looked around for a bathroom, but the clerk surprised her. She came around the counter and smiled. She took the egg from Paige and said, "Let me." Before Paige and Bob knew what was happening, the girl knelt on the floor and pulled Paige's skirt up, placing her face near Paige's bare pussy. A moment later, Paige felt her pussy lips being spread and the egg sliding up into her. The Goth clerk pushed it deep in with a middle finger, then her tongue darted out to lick Paige's slit. "Mmmm, tasty!" She jumped back up and went back around the counter. "Try it now." Paige pushed the button on the remote and the egg lit off up her pussy. She let it run for a few seconds and turned it off. "Wow!" "How was it? I couldn't hear a thing.", said Bob. "Wow, just wow!" The counter girl looked at the DVD and asked, "Need any lube?" She pulled a tube of KY off a shelf and set it on the counter. "I bet with that thing in the front, and that one in the back...", she said pointing at Bob, "... you will go crazy!" Both Bob and Paige blushed, but both had been thinking the exact same thing. Bob paid for their purchase and they left. Once in the car, Paige zapped herself again, grinning to her husband. With a 'Let me try!' request, Bob took the remote and buzzed his wife as they pulled out of the parking lot. He surprised her, though, by not giving it back. He kept teasing her with it on the drive to the restaurant and even after they were seated. Paige was in blissful torment. She would get no warning when the vibrator would go off, nor any idea how long it would stay on. Her pussy was on orgasmic overload. She had already come once in the car on the drive over and now was edging closer to a second. When the waiter came for their drink orders, Bob turned it on and left it on. Paige gripped the edge of the table and rode through the come, not quite gasping out her order. Finally after the waiter had left, eyeing her curiously, she looked at her husband. "Give me that damn control." "What?", he asked with a mischievous grin. He buzzed her again, briefly. "Now! I mean it. You can't be trusted. Now behave and give that to me, or I go to the bathroom and take it out!" Bob "laughed and slid the remote across the table. Paige slipped it into her evening bag. "Now behave and I might let you "play later." Bob laughed harder. "That will make for an interesting dessert!" Dinner was interesting, what with both parties teasing the other about 'dessert.' When it was actually time for dessert, Bob and Paige instead opted for Irish coffee, and after their order was taken and the waiter had left, Paige reached into her evening bag and surreptitiously slid the remote across the table to her husband. Bob smiled and palmed the control, dropping it into his lap. Paige gave him a sly smile, so Bob hit the button and zapped her for almost twenty seconds. Paige sighed pleasantly, with a dreamy and disconnected look to her beautiful face. She sighed heavily when Bob turned off the remote. By now she had gotten used to the feeling when the little vibrator went off deep inside her. She was on the edge of another spectacular orgasm and her pussy was flooding with juices. They finished off their coffees and left, with Bob giving her another heavy jolt as they left the restaurant. Paige actually had to hold onto his arm to keep from stumbling, and she gave him a bit of a dirty look, but the moment passed. It was simply too enjoyable to complain about. Once back in the car, Bob gave his wife another long zap with the remote. This time, absent any need to maintain a minimum level of decorum, Paige gave into the come, crying out with the pleasure, her back arching and her breathing coarse and panting. Bob relented as he pulled out into traffic, but after he had merged into the lane, another buzz had Paige's hands delving between her legs. By the time they were home, she had come again, hard, and her tits were half out of their halter top and her skirt was around her waist. She was planning on raping her husband once they got inside the house! The plan changed as soon as they got inside. Fuzzy gave a loud and plaintive 'Mrowwww!' and came up to the first person in the door, Bob. She continued complaining even after he picked the feline up. "Somebody's hungry.", commented Paige. "Somebody is about to be made into violin strings.", replied Bob. His quick and immediate screw was looking neither quick nor immediate. Fuzzy yowled again, so they headed off to the kitchen. "You hold him and I'll make the formula.", said Paige. Bob held onto the squirming kitten, allowing it to nibble on his fingers. "Yow!", he said after Fuzzy sank her tiny teeth into a fingertip. "This thing is a real carnivore. You sure it needs formula?" Paige laughed. "Just for another couple of weeks. You'll see. Once she starts in on real food, she'll be weaned in minutes." She handed Bob the miniature bottle and he settled the kitten in the crook of his arm. Fuzzy latched onto the bottle immediately. "She'll be out like a light soon, but were you planning on watching the movie tonight?" Bob gave an amused grunt of agreement. "The den would be better, I think. Should I change into something else?" Paige had in mind a nightgown of some sort. "That's a nice outfit already." Paige smiled. "All right. Care for some more wine?" Bob gave another cheerful grunt, and Paige grabbed a box of Merlot and a pair of glasses, taking them into the den, where they had a second television and DVD player. They had neither in their bedroom, so it was either the living room or the den, and the kitten couldn't get into the den. She didn't want to be disturbed for any reason tonight. Paige returned with her wineglass, and watched her husband finish feeding the furry critter. Bob set Fuzzy on the floor, then said, "Don't forget your bag.", referring to the bag with the movie and lube. Paige grabbed it and followed him to the den. Once in the den, Bob pulled off his sport coat and tie and tossed them on a love seat to the side of the room. Paige poured some wine for him and took the DVD from the bag. She peeled off the cellophane wrapping and turned on the television and DVD player. Bob kicked off his shoes and sat down in the oversized leather armchair in front of the TV. The two remotes, one for the DVD and the other for the vibrator still in his wife's pussy, were on the end table at his side. Once the new DVD was in the player, Paige went back to where her husband was sitting and settled into his lap sideways. She sipped some wine and snuggled up against him, with an awful lot of very shapely leg exposed and an excellent view down the cowl neckline of her top. They waited through the legal nonsense at the start of the movie for it to start. Bob had been surprised by her choice, since it was a compilation DVD, showing dozens of scenes pulled from various movies, rather than the more typical 'feature' movie with some degree of plot and acting Paige normally preferred. The theme to this compilation was 'Backyards & Backdoors', reportedly showing a variety of anal scenes done outside. The combination interested him greatly, though it still surprised him. There was very little pretense or workup to the scenes. The first shot was of a young couple hiking through a mountain meadow. They set down a cloth for a picnic, got undressed, and immediately got into some oral, both one-on-one and mutual. Afterwards, the busty blonde got on her knees and got reamed by the guy. Bob began to get a hardon midway through the scene, but really enjoyed his wife's reaction. Her breathing got a bit harsher and he could see her nipples poking against the thin fabric of the halter top, and she seemed to be squirming around slightly. When the second scene came on, he reached for the remote to the vibrator. The second scene was somewhat similar to the first, except for the fact that it was obviously taking place in somebody's back yard. Bob flicked the remote control on, which elicited an immediate moan from Paige. She shivered in her orgasm. Bob switched the remote to his other hand and slipped his free hand inside her top. Paige's breathing became heavier and she gasped, sagging back against him. He fondled her large and aroused breasts as he flicked the remote On-Off-On-Off. By the time this scene was through, he had a raging erection and Paige was shaking with orgasm. Bob turned off the vibrator and allowed his wife to drop down from her come. A minute later she was sitting up, sipping her wine and breathing normally again. She set down her glass and twisted enough to start undoing his shirt, continuing down to undo his belt and zipper. Paige then crawled off Bob's lap to help him strip naked. She toyed with his stiff cock for a moment before settling back on his lap. Bob slipped her dress up to her waist and opened her top enough that Paige's tits spilled out into the open, then they settled back to watch the third scene, a girl-boy-girl vignette. "You liked that earlier, didn't you?", asked Paige. "Hmm? Paige flicked a finger at the screen, where a busty redhead was licking the pussy of a brunette. The brunette was sitting on the lap of a guy, his cock up her ass, facing away from him with her legs spread wide. Paige's other hand was stroking Bob's hot erection. "You liked it this evening when that salesgirl liked my pussy." "Mmmm." he said noncommittally. "You liked it, I thought." Paige gave the same noncommittal grunt, though the smile on her face said more. Bob decided enough was enough. "Where's that lube?" Paige reached behind her to the tube of KY on the end table and opened the cap. She squirted a little on Bob's cockhead and worked it all over his cock, eliciting a loud moan from him. A second dollop left his erection proud and greasy. Bob grabbed his wife by the waist and swung her around so that she was facing away from him. Paige settled her high-heeled feet on the floor and raised her ass up; Bob aimed his cock at the sweet brown sphincter and Paige settled back onto him. A few seconds later his cockhead had slipped into her ass and Paige settled slowly down onto him with a happy sigh. "Fuck me, bitch!", he ordered, turning the remote on. Paige went berserk, twisting and bouncing on the oversized cock well up her ass. The vibrator was driving her crazy. She couldn't remember ever feeling so full, both front and back, not even when they were playing with regular vibrators. "This is wild!", panted Bob. He could feel the vibrator humming away inside her, only separated from his cock by a few layers of flesh and tissue. It felt like it was directly rubbing his sensitive cockshaft. Paige's bouncing became feverish and it became too much for the both of them. As the scene on the screen switched from the two girls and one boy to the next, two boys and one girl, Bob's cock erupted, flooding her ass with his jism. Bob flipped off the vibrator and Paige collapsed back against him. She was too fucked out to move, and left his softening cock trapped up her rump. They dazedly watched the two men sandwich the blonde on the screen before pulling out and giving her a joint facial. Paige was the first to speak. "Holy shit!", she muttered lowly. "Yeah.", agreed Bob. He reached up and tugged her dress up and off. "I want more. As soon as I'm hard again, you are getting another reaming, even longer this time." Paige shivered with anticipation. She was going to be sore tomorrow but she just didn't care at the moment. She gingerly moved to keep Bob trapped inside and refilled their glasses. They watched the rest of this scene and the next before Bob felt stiff and revived enough for another hard session. Their second session involved watching an older woman getting gang-raped by three younger men. She was airtight by the time the scene was over, with a cock in her mouth, pussy, and ass, all at the same time. Bob fucked Paige vigorously throughout the entire scene, the vibrator going nonstop, the remote set aside on the end table. Bob's hands roamed over his wife's sweaty body, arousing her even further. He diddled her clit, reached up and around to pull and tweak her nipples, slid up and down her nylon clad legs. It became too much for both of them, and as Paige soared to her most intense orgasm, her asshole clamped down on Bob's engorged cock. He groaned and blasted another load into her rectum. Paige lost track of her orgasms. They all melted into a single giant nonstop come! Sated, the pair pulled apart and stood up. They turned off the television and retrieved the DVD, then grabbed their clothing and headed upstairs. Fuzzy was sleeping on the couch, oblivious to everything. ------- Chapter 7: Mixed Doubles "Sure, I'm just finishing my makeup. Come right on over. I'm almost ready.", said Terri Tallman. On the other end of the line, Brenda Houseman replied, "Give me five minutes and I'll be right there. What's the theme for today's session?" "Very casual. Shorts and a tank top.", was the reply. "See you in five." Terri hung up the telephone. Terri brushed her hair out again and touched up her lip gloss. She was an average sized woman, not quite five-and-a-half feet tall, with a trim figure, nice tits, and good looking legs. She wore her curly hair short, not even touching her shoulders, and like her neighbor across the street, Georgia Cummings, the blonde came from L'Oreal. She had already done her eyes and face after her morning shower, which had included touching up her shaved legs, underarms, and pussy. She felt very sexual. It was almost lunchtime and she wanted to get this session started before Tom came home. She headed downstairs as soon as she heard Brenda come in through the front door. "Cute!", commented Brenda, eyeing her across-street neighbor. Terri was wearing a pair of tight and skimpy denim shorts and a very tight white tank top. Beneath the tank top she had on a lacy blue bra. On her feet she was wearing high heeled sandals with laces around her ankles. "I am guessing the bra comes with a matching thong?" "Absolutely!", replied a grinning Terri. Brenda licked her lips. "Where are we doing it?" Terri shrugged. "I was figuring right here in the living room." "And if Tom walks in?" "He can just wait until we're done!" "Works for me." Brenda looked around for the final piece of the puzzle and found what she was looking for. "Time for another photoshoot with Slutty Cathy!", she said with a laugh. "I am such a slut!", she agreed, giggling. "How the fuck did I ever get into this?!", she laughed. Terri Tallman, AKA 'Slutty Cathy, ' ran an amateur porn website, on a website specializing in amateurs. "Natural talent." Brenda picked up the expensive digital camera and turned it on. Not quite as expensive as a true professional camera, the model was also more advanced and powerful than the average camera the average housewife would use to take pictures of their children's T-Ball games, like the one Brenda personally owned. "What's it been, two years now? Stand over by the couch. We can get some shots of you standing and then lying down." She snapped a couple of shots as Teri got into position, then set down the camera, to help her friend move the coffee table completely out of the way. "Almost two years.", agreed Terri. "Next week is the hundredth session and I'm going to get dressy and have Tom shoot me while I suck him off. Want to help?" She started posing as Brenda started taking a few more pictures. "Maybe... give me some cleavage... depends on the time. Let me know." Terri turned slowly for Brenda. 'Cathy' was actually her sister's name, though the real Cathy didn't know how it had been appropriated. Likewise, Tom used his middle name, Daniel, when he helped out his wife's exhibitionism, and when Terri discussed how Brenda took photos and joined her for after shoot sex, she referred to her friend as 'Tanya, ' a name Brenda had suggested. Terri unzipped her denim shorts as Brenda snapped photos, pulling them down enough to show the tiny blue lace thong barely covering her shaved pussy. Also her tank top came up, clearly showing her 34-C tits through the transparent blue lace of the tiny bra. Finally at Brenda's urging, she stripped off the shorts and top and turned around several times in nothing but her bra, thong, and heels. "Time to go to the private page.", commented Brenda. The private page was for club members only, and offered full nudity and sex. The public pages never showed more than a few topless shots and never any pussy. "Almost." Terri pulled the straps of her bra down and then undid the front clasp of her bra, teasing Brenda and the camera before tossing it away. Next she teased by pulling the side strings of her thong down. Brenda got several shots from the back as Terri smiled over her shoulder and pulled the thong slowly down and off. "Hear about that girl over in Tampa, the one who had to shut down her site completely?" "No, what happened?", asked Brenda. While she wasn't as crazy as her friend, and would never pose on the Internet like Terri did, she didn't find it awful or wrong. It just wasn't for her. Truth be told, Florida was a really schizophrenic state for this sort of thing. Half the state was liberal, modern, sophisticated, metropolitan, Democratic; the other half was a bunch of rednecked, ultraconservative, Republican Jesus freaks. "I forget her name, but her husband's ex found out about her site and went ballistic. She was a real Bible thumper living in Alabama and she got the local judge, another redneck asshole, to get involved. He terminated the husband's visitation privileges, revoked the joint custody on their kids, and then doubled the poor bastard's child support." "Shit!", exclaimed Brenda. "Yeah, no shit! Totally illegal and unilateral, but try fighting that sort of thing across state lines. It's going to take them years and thousands of bucks to straighten it out. Man, am I glad I don't have those problems." "Yeah.", agreed Brenda. By now her pussy was on overload as she watched Terri settle back on the couch and start playing with herself. Still, as much as she was enjoyed watching, another part of her mind agreed that Terri's situation was so much better. Neither she nor Tom had children, either now or in their previous marriages, of which both had one. Both of them were semi-independent real estate agents, with their own small agency. They had the time to fool around like this, and no boss to worry about finding out. In fact, they had used the home office, a fully functioning setup with desk, computer, and copier, in several photoshoots. "Should I use a toy?", asked Terri, her breathing becoming a bit irregular. She was really getting into her masturbation and was having a hard time focusing on keeping her legs spread wide and showing everything to the camera. "Fuck that! Get yourself off and then I'm putting the camera down and joining you!" Finally, as Terri gave herself a second good come, Brenda turned off the camera and set it on the end table. Terri watched her friend with orgasm glazed eyes as Brenda quickly stripped naked and crawled onto the couch with her. There wasn't much cuddling before Brenda flipped around into a sixty-nine position and pushed her pussy at Terri's face. Terri reached around Brenda's waist and pulled her down, and began slurping greedily at the pussy juice. Brenda moaned happily and drove her face forward, to lick Terri's clit and slit. Terri had come twice already and her cunt was dripping with juice, smelling heavenly to Brenda. Brenda licked furiously, making long strokes up and down Terri's cunt, working from her clit to the sensitive spot between her pussy and her asshole. In between licking, she would probe Terri's hairless slit with her tongue, forcing her face forward and her tongue in as deep as possible. In return, Terri was sucking furiously at Brenda's clit, using her fingers to spread Brenda's pussy lips and give her a better target. Both women were moaning loudly. It was Brenda who first noticed they weren't alone anymore. The cuntlicking pair had twisted around somewhat and now it was Terri on top, with Brenda underneath. Hearing something near the front door, Brenda glanced backwards between Terri's thighs straddling her head, and as she looked upside down, noticed that Tom Tallman had come home for lunch. It wasn't the exact lunch he had been planning, but it sounded like an excellent idea to Brenda! "Guess who's home?", she asked her partner. Terri pulled up from Brenda's cunt and looked back over her shoulder. "Hi, honey! Want to join us?" "Absolutely!" Tom dropped his briefcase by the door and came closer. He started to remove his suit and kicked off his shoes. "Been busy?" "Mmmmmm!", mumbled Terri, back to munching on Brenda's clit. Brenda gasped, and cried in orgasm. She twisted her face slightly. "Hurry!", she ordered. Tom was down to his socks and shorts. He picked up the camera. "Want me to take a few shots?" "NO!", cried Brenda, who was totally averse to joining her friends online. It was okay for the Tallmans, but she was a mother of school age children with a husband who couldn't afford any possible scandal. Tom laughed and set the camera back down. He stripped off his remaining clothes, exposing his stiff cock. Brenda liked Tom's cock; it was a little shorter but thicker than her husband Frank's, and Tom wasn't circumcised, which was an interesting twist on things. He moved up by Brenda's face and Terri's pussy, and then leaned forward. Brenda used her fingers to spread Terri's pussylips and guided Tom inside. "Fuck me!", demanded Terri, her back arching as Tom slid home. Brenda reached down between them to pinch Terri's nipples. "Eat me!", she ordered in return. Terri rammed her face back between Brenda's thighs as her husband began slamming his cock into her. The penetration was wonderful in this position, and Brenda had an exceptional view as it slid in and out inches from her face. Terri was moaning loudly as the pair fucked her, though she gamely concentrated on Brenda's slimy clit. Brenda, in turn, used her fingers to play with Terri's clit and stroke Tom's cockshaft as it pumped in and out of Terri's grasping cunt. It made a loud slurping noise as it stroked in and out, in and out. The couch action became too much for Tom. Groaning, he slammed forward, burying his cock in his wife's pussy and clinging to her hips as he tried to push in even further. Brenda stared as she saw the shaft pumping, jolts of jism moving down the shaft, the balls drawing tight as they went into overload. Terri cried out weakly as she came one more time. Shortly thereafter, Brenda saw a small white froth appear at Terri'as pussylips, and Tom's come began to seep out. The threesome pulled apart slowly and collapsed on the couch, with Brenda and Terri flanking Tom, cuddling against him as he wrapped them in his arms. He was a tall and slim man, 33 years old like his wife. They described the morning photo shoot to him, and Terri placed her hand in his crotch, to revive him. His wife had always been an exhibitionist, which had been one of the things which had initially attracted him to her. He had first seen her sitting at the bar of a nightclub, her legs crossed, and the lace tops to her thigh high stockings peeking out from under her miniskirt. She had been flirting and teasing and he had gone over and chatted her up. Though he hadn't scored that night, he had gotten a phone number and made a date for the next weekend at the same club. That date proved extremely interesting. Even when sitting with him, she had been teasing and flashing another fellow across the room. Tom had noticed and commented, "You like teasing, don't you?" "Are you jealous?" "Should I be?", Tom had replied. "No." "Then I'm not jealous." Next Tom had gently laid a hand on Terri's nylon clad thigh. When she simply smiled but didn't complain or remove his hand, Tom had slowly slid his fingers upwards. Within ten minutes he had slipped his fingers inside her panties and begun fingerfucking her. Terri went home with him that night, and the rest was history. They were married a year later. After their marriage, they had started out cruising the Internet together, looking over some amateur sites, and it had definitely turned them both on. The obvious next step was for Tom to take a few photos of Terri and submit them, which resulted in quite a few very positive comments and emails. The next big step was when the website's administrators had invited Terri to create her own site, which they did, after some interesting conversations. Even though they both had a worry about doing something like this, it had been an incredible turnon as well! While the first website hadn't worked out that well, a few months later they shut it down and created something different on another site, and this one, the current site they were still with, had worked out great. Most of the photoshoots were done by Tom, though some were done with the camera on a tripod taking timed shots while they fucked. Terri had told her best friend Brenda one day and Brenda had eagerly joined in. She took photos every few weeks, and the rule was the same. The subject had to fuck the photographer, no matter who! Tom's cock was showing signs of life, and Brenda announced, "I want some cock!" "Fine by me. That thing can wear a girl out!", replied Terri happily. Tom simply smirked. Terri leaned back into the couch and spread her legs wide. She had kicked off her heels midway through fucking Brenda, and all three were totally naked. "Tom can fuck you while you're licking me clean." Brenda slipped down to the floor between her friend's legs, and Tom moved into position behind their neighbor. Moments later Brenda was being hammered from behind, forcing her face into Terri's come-spattered pussy. Terri held Brenda's head in place, reveling in the pussylicking as much as Brenda was enjoying the long strokes Tom's big cock was making. Terri and Brenda were both on their second comes when Tom groaned and spewed into Brenda. The three disentangled and wearily climbed to their feet. "I need a shower.", commented Brenda, picking up her clothes. "We all need showers.", replied Terri. "Listen, you and I clean up and get dressed while Tom makes us lunch. I have a showing later today and so does Tom, so he can clean up after lunch." She knelt and grabbed her own clothing, then took Brenda by the hand and led her upstairs. ------- Frank Houseman led his student, Sonia Tolliver into his office. Sonia was a slender redhead in her early forties who tried hard to look like she was in her early thirties. Frank thought she was trying a bit too hard. She was a good looking woman, but the Botox tended to give her face a bit of a plastic mannequin look, and he suspected that if he looked closely elsewhere he would find some similar evidence of 'improvements.' He was also very sure that he would shortly have the chance to do such an inspection, since it was fairly obvious to him that her tennis game was adequate, if not spectacular, and that she really didn't care about improving it. Sonia had signed up for a private lesson with a personal recommendation from another pair of club members, Joanne Brinkmeyer and Lisette Jorgens. Both Joanne or Lisette were similar, in that they had adequate, if not great, tennis games and little inclination to improve. Both women, much like Sonia, were married to somewhat older men, Very Important Businessmen, who tended to leave their wives at home with too much money and too much time on their hands. Joanne and Lisette had both hired him for private lessons, very private lessons, that made much more use of his private office than of the club's tennis courts. Neither the strokes or the balls involved had anything to do with running around on a tennis court. Sonia was limping slightly as they entered Frank's office. He made his own appointments, so there was nobody to possibly interrupt his 'counseling' session. He slipped the lock on the door knob and hit the 'Do Not Disturb' button on the telephone discreetly. If somebody called, at worst it would be routed to the Pro Shop, where the bored clerk would simply fill out a slip and stick it in his mailbox. Sonia settled gingerly onto Frank's couch and stretched out her long and lovely legs. Frank smiled at her and asked, "Can I get you something? Water? Juice? Something a little harder?" He opened a large but inconspicuous refrigerator built into the hutch behind his desk and gestured. "Mmmmm... perhaps a Vodka Collins? Maybe that will help the pain.", she replied. After only about twenty minutes of tennis, filled with numerous innuendos and double-entendres, Sonia Tolliver had complained of a 'strain' and had limped off the court. Frank had brought her to his office. "It couldn't hurt, could it." Frank made two, and brought them around, sitting on his coffee table in front of Sonia. The pair of them sipped at their drinks. Sonia sighed contentedly; her drink was a strong one. "Is your leg feeling any better?" "About like before.", she commented, taking another sip. "Would a massage help?" Sonia smiled. "A massage would be heavenly!" Despite the 'agony', Sonia had no difficulty in kicking off her tennis shoes. "Let me help.", replied Frank. He took a healthy swallow of his own drink and then set it to the side. Reaching out, his large strong hands peeled off Sonia's tiny white socks. "I think we'd better move around some to do this. I'll move the table out of the way." Frank stood up and pulled the coffee table away from the couch, then knelt at Sonia's feet. "Here, let me try this..." "Of course!", purred Sonia. She allowed Frank to place her left leg up on his shoulder as he began gently massaging her right foot and calf. In doing so, she allowed her little white tennis skirt to rise well up her nicely tanned thighs. Much further, Frank thought, and he'd be able to start checking for bikini lines. He massaged her right foot for several minutes, then placed it on his shoulder and started working on the other foot. "How did that feel?" "Wonderful!" Sonia finished off her drink and set the glass beside her on an end table. As she shifted legs, her tennis skirt rose even higher, and it was obvious to Frank that her panties weren't the type normally worn during tennis. These were tiny and sheer, white, and practically transparent, and it was obvious that Sonia was a redhead, though Frank wondered if it was natural or touched up. In his considerable experience, even when collars and cuffs matched, it wasn't always an identical match. "I think my legs need some massage as well.", she commented next. Frank simply smiled and finished his own drink off, then began running his hands up and down the knees and thighs still propped on his shoulders. Sonia moaned quietly, her eyes half closed, and she settled back with here thighs splayed open wide and her skirt up around her waist. Frank continued his 'massage' to the point where Sonia was cupping her pert breasts through her top. As he watched her pussy through her tiny panties, it almost looked as if it was pulsing. Enough foreplay! Frank set Sonia's legs down, her feet resting on the floor, and stepped closer. As he bent down, his fingers pulled her panties to the side, exposing her trim pussy and he put his face to her crotch. She was already wet with anticipation when his tongue hit her slit. Sonia shrieked quietly as Frank began to eat her out. She was humping her pussy up at him, trying to get his tongue deeper, though only one hand was holding his head in place. Frank glanced upwards to see the other hand was pushing her top and sports bra up. Her eyes were shut hard, and her voice was nothing but a guttural moan. After a particularly intense orgasm, Frank pulled his face back and knelt upright. Sonia gasped and opened her eyes, to look at him. Frank reached to the sides of her panties and pulled them down off her legs, with Sonia lifting her butt up off the couch to help. She had already pulled her top and bra up, to show her perky B-cup tits, which surprised Frank; they looked natural, and he had expected store-bought. Sonia's pubic hair was trimmed in a neat Vee pattern. He pushed his tennis shorts and jock strap down his thighs as Sonia stared silently as his large and heavy erection sprang forth. She spread her thighs wide and Frank crawled forward, aimed his cock at her puffy pussy lips, and pushed forward. Frank slid easily into her wet gash, and Sonia sighed happily. Sonia began to moan as Frank began fucking her slowly and deeply, with long and heavy strokes that rubbed against her clit on both the in and the out. He wondered to himself how many other men were helping Mister Tolliver's wife when he was out of town or otherwise occupied. From what he had seen of Sonia's husband, he was at least ten years older and a hundred pounds heavier than his wife. What she saw in her husband could best be summed up by the four carat rock on her hand and the new Beemer she was driving. Frank began slam fucking his cock into her juicy cunt, causing her to squeal loudly, and he knew she wasn't getting treatment like this at home! Frank's cock erupted and he slammed in deeply, spewing his jism into her greasy hot snatch. After a few moments, he had pulled back, breathing heavily, and pulled his shorts back up. Sonia, on the other hand, simply lay sprawled on his couch, her tits and pussy exposed, and held out her glass to him. "Could I get a refill?", she asked with a smirk. Frank made a surreptitious glance at the wall clock behind her. He had time for a second 'massage' session and she had already paid for the 'tennis lesson.' His next lesson, a real tennis lesson, wasn't for another hour. He took both glasses and headed back to his bar. "Lisette said you were great and I can see she was right.", commented Sonia, eyeing Frank lewdly. "She's very dedicated to her game.", replied Frank as he returned with the drinks. "You know what I mean!" Sonia sat upright and took a healthy swallow. She set the drink down on the side table and grabbed the hem of her top, peeling it and her sports bra up and off in one smooth motion. Frank simply shrugged in silent agreement. He never directly acknowledged anything that happened with his clients, even to the friends that they had sent his way. It sounded like a terrible way to get into trouble and an excellent way to screw up a marriage — either his marriage or their marriage or even both. He didn't mind fucking around on Brenda, and he half suspected she was seeing somebody on the side, too, but he still loved his wife and they had a nice life together. Sonia peeled off her tennis skirt and picked up her drink, then lay back on the couch, naked, her legs spread and the come showing in her pussy hair, to sip at her Vodka Collins. Frank decided to get undressed himself, so he kicked off his tennis shoes and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side. Next were his socks, shorts, and jock strap. His cock was still somewhat limp after their first session, but as he sat on the couch, Sonia rested her legs on his lap and began to gently move a foot in his crotch. It didn't take long for him to stiffen enough for her taste. With half a Vodka Collins still in her glass, Sonia sat up and swung her legs to the floor. Standing, she moved to his end of the couch and then, drink still cradled in one hand, crawled onto his lap, straddling his legs, and positioned herself over his cock. Resting her free hand on Frank's shoulder, she lowered herself onto him as he used his free hand to guide his cock inside her. She sank down and settled herself onto him, and they sat there pleasantly, sipping at their drinks, while Sonia began to move. Once she had finished her drink, Sonia handed the empty glass to Frank to set aside, and really began to move. Frank licked and nipped at her puffy little nipples as they moved back and forth in front of his mouth, but Sonia was too turned on to stay in position long enough to let him suck on them. She was moving up and down, back and forth, side to side, and her clit was sawing against the cock inside her cunt. When it became too much, Frank simply groaned and began spurting up into her. He really didn't care if she was coming at the time or not, since she had been making nonstop orgasmic sounds for several minutes already. Their come dripping down onto his lap, Sonia sighed and climbed to her feet. "Darling, that was wonderful, but I have to get to the hairdresser's and I can't go looking like this. Do you have a shower here?" "And I have another lesson, too. I have a private bathroom through there. Ladies first." Frank pointed to the back corner of the office. ------- "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" It was hard for Frank Houseman to figure out which of his sons was barreling towards him as he came through his front door. The two boys were about as identical as identical twins could be and he was always confusing them. They were aware of their ability to confuse him, and were just starting to try and trick their father. The boys still couldn't confuse their mother, though. "Hello!" Frank avoided a given name and simply swung the boy up into the air and set him back down. His other son had joined him and he got the same treatment next. "Got any balls, Dad?", asked the boys. They knew their father worked at the country club and always had tennis balls around, which he would toss them and let them chase around. Frank looked across the room at his wife Brenda, who was trying to stifle a laugh at the question. He smiled as she covered her mouth. She was dressed nicely, nicer than he was. He was in his usual khakis, tennis shirt, and tennis shoes, since he usually changed into shorts in his office. In contrast, Brenda was wearing a nice sundress that buttoned up the front and some sling back heels. Frank reached into a pocket and pulled out a tennis ball and tossed it over the boys' heads into the living room. "Daddy's got balls." Brenda started laughing as the twins scampered away. She came up to him and Frank wrapped an arm around her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her. She surprised him by reaching down and groping him, her body shielding the sight from the twins. "Well, you've got a cock anyway, but I need to double check on the balls." She turned back to their sons and said, "You two behave. Mommy and Daddy have to talk for a while." "Really?", commented her curious husband. Brenda grabbed his stiffening cock through his pants again. "Really!" She took his hand and headed towards the stairs, with Frank in tow. She didn't say anything until they were down the hall in their bedroom. She closed the door and slipped the lock, then turned around and said, "I need some cock!" Frank smiled as his wife began unbuttoning her dress. "What about the balls?" "You just pull that cock out or you won't have to worry about your balls." Her husband snorted as he undid his belt and tossed it aside. "Not that I'm complaining, but what's with you?" He licked his lips as Brenda peeled off her dress; she hadn't been wearing anything underneath it. "I've just been incredibly horny all day long." She kicked off her shoes and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. "Now hurry it up before the boys start pounding on the door!" That was more likely than not, so Frank simply pushed his pants and shorts down without bothering with taking off his shirt, and crawled onto the bed between Brenda's outstretched legs. She guided his stiff cock inside and then as he started pumping, helped Frank peel off his shirt. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms went around his neck, and she began humping her pussy up at her husband's pounding cock. It was a quick fuck, and they finished moments before their sons pounded up the hallway and knocked on their door. Frank rolled off his wife and lay on his back, chest heaving, as Brenda curled next to him, cuddling. "Mommy'll be out in a minute, so behave!" She kissed Frank and wondered if he had enjoyed himself as much today as she had. "That was good for now, but I'm going to want more tonight, lots more." Frank eyed her with speculative amusement. "Lots and lots more!", she repeated. The pounding on the door started up again, and she gave a disgusted groan and sat up. "Just a minute!" ------- Chapter 8: Sympathy Barbara Blockings looked miserable, thought Georgia. She had accepted Georgia's invitation to coffee that afternoon, and had come over to find both Georgia and Paige sunning themselves around Georgia's swimming pool. Paige had pleasantly announced that she was starting work in a couple of weeks. "The kitten is weaned and I can get out!", Paige said. "The kitten is weaned?", commented a curious Georgia. "Our kitten, we inherited her I guess, anyway, she was still nursing when we got her and I had to bottle feed her, but now she's on real food and I can leave the house. I got a job and can start next week!" "Where are you working?", asked a somewhat listless Barbara. "Bank of America, on Orange Drive. I worked for Bank of America in California, so I gave it a shot and they were expanding. I'll be a teller, but everybody starts at teller." Georgia nodded in understanding, and then glanced at her other friend. Barbara definitely seemed out of it for some reason. "Barb, what's wrong? You've just been moping around all afternoon!" "It's nothing." Barbara couldn't imagine explaining the real truth. My husband won't fuck me so I have to use a vibrator constantly! No way could she say that! "It doesn't sound like nothing.", commented Paige. Both she and Georgia had been sunning themselves in their bikinis, but Barbara was simply in shorts and a t-shirt. When an afternoon rain had started up, all three had gone inside. Paige and Georgia had tossed on some cover-ups, but otherwise were still in their swimsuits. All three women were sipping at daiquiris, since Georgia had offered to make a pitcher. Barbara had jumped at the idea, instead of coffee, and had put away twice what the others had downed. "What's wrong? The kids all right?" "Oh, they're just fine." Barbara took another heavy swallow of her daiquiri. "Then is it Jerry? Is it something to do with him?" "No, Jerry's fine. It's just... no, I can't." Barbara trailed off plaintively. "What's wrong, sweetie? Something sounds like a problem. It is Jerry, isn't it?", asked Georgia. "No, it's just...", Barbara paused, and then continued, "I mean, I'm still good looking, right? I mean, I know I'm not a kid anymore, but dogs don't run barking and children don't scream when they see me, so how come Jerry won't... oh, never mind!" She buried her face in her hands and started crying. Paige had raised an eyebrow at this as she looked over at Georgia, who simply shrugged in mystification. "What?! You look fine!", agreed Georgia. "Why, did Jerry say something to you?" Paige added her agreement. She got out of her chair to sit on the couch next to Barbara. Paige moved over to Barbara's other side, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, to give her a quick hug. "No, nothing like that.", admitted the weeping woman. "Then what?", asked Paige. Barbara shrugged and grabbed at the tissue Georgia had proffered. "It's just, well, I mean, Jerry, we never, I mean..." She blew her nose into the tissue and started crying again. Georgia looked curiously at Paige, who shrugged. "Honey, when was the last time you and Jerry... got together?", asked Georgia. "Two years!", wailed Barbara. Georgia rolled her eyes at the admission and wrapped an arm around Barbara's shoulder as well. "So, in two years you and he haven't, well...", asked Paige. The concept of going two years without sex was totally foreign to the horny young housewife. With Bob it seemed liked two days would be a long time! "What, fucked? You can say it! My husband hasn't fucked me in two years!", replied Barbara bitterly. "He hasn't screwed me, he has fucked me, we haven't made love, he hasn't scored, he hasn't... he hasn't... he hasn't rogered me roundly in two years!" She grabbed another tissue and blew her nose again. Paige looked over at Georgia in confusion and mouthed 'rogered me roundly?' to her friend. Georgia simply shook her head. She had never heard the expression either. "So, what's wrong with me!?", asked Barbara, continuing. "Do I look that old!?" "Jesus, no!", commented Georgia. "Have you talked to Jerry about this?" "How do I ask? Huh? 'Jerry, am I too old for you?' Like that?" Paige rolled her eyes at this. "So, what normally happens? Do you ever try to start things up on your own? Haven't you tried to initiate something?" "Of course I have! I'll put on a sexy nightie and hop into bed with him, try to touch him or talk to him, and nothing! He either says he's tired or falls asleep or ignores me." "And then?", asked Georgia. "And then I go into the bathroom and find Mister Wonderful and use him until the batteries wear down!", admitted Barbara angrily, using her hands to mimic her vibrator thrusting into her. "Christ!", said Georgia, under her breath. Not knowing what else to do, she got up and made a fresh pitcher of daiquiris. She came back to find Barbara crying into Paige's shoulder, as Paige wrapped both arms around her. Paige was looking at Georgia in a 'What now?' look. Georgia shrugged and refilled their glasses. Barbara promptly sat up and downed about half her drink. She was definitely starting to get potted. "So I ask you!? What's wrong with me? Okay, I'm 40, but that isn't that old!" Georgia bit her tongue, since she was 45, a point which had Paige almost laughing. "I've only put on five pounds since I got married, and that's after having three kids! That's something, isn't it? And my tits are still good! They might not be young and perky like yours,", she said to Paige, "but they aren't bouncing on my knees either!" "Uhhhh..." Paige didn't know what to say to this. "I'm serious!" Barbara finished her drink and then reached out and refilled her glass, much to Georgia's amusement. They were going to have to carry their drunken friend home. Barbara grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt, and before either Georgia or Paige could stop her, whisked it over her head, to sit there in her shorts and bra. "See! I have a great set of tits!" Paige and Georgia stared at their friend. Barbara Blockings did indeed have a nice set of breasts, C-cups both guessed, a rather pale white from being covered, jiggling pleasantly inside her well packed brassiere. Again, before either woman could say anything, Barbara reached between her breasts and popped off the catch holding the cups together. She peeled off the bra and said, "See, no sag!" She flaunted her breasts at the others. "Uh, they look just fine to me.", agreed Paige. Georgia nodded in agreement. They were a nice set of tits. Next Barbara hopped to her feet, swaying slightly. "No cellulite, either! See?" She twirled around drunkenly. "Do you know how often I work out to keep looking good for him? And look at this, no stretch marks!" She pointed at her stomach. "No, you can't see it this way." She grabbed her shorts and pushed them down off her hips. They slid down to show she was wearing a pair of thin white cotton panties, bikini cut. "No stretch marks! See?" She twisted so that both women could check her out. Barbara collapsed onto the couch, crying, and grabbed her daiquiri. "So, I ask you, why won't my husband touch me!? What's wrong with me!?", she wailed. Both Georgia and Paige put their arms around their mostly naked friend, trying to comfort her. To a considerable extent, what happened next was inevitable, as all three women agreed afterwards. Barbara was so lit up that she was almost out of it, and when Georgia moved to kiss her cheek and Barbara turned her head at the exact same instant, their lips joined. Georgia was rubbing Barbara's naked back, and she simply moaned with pleasure. The kiss went on much longer than either expected, and Paige stared in surprise. Next Barbara turned her head to Paige, kissing the other surprised woman, slipping the younger woman some tongue, and Paige moaned as well. Even more, she moved the hand rubbing Barbara's arm to her chest, to cup and hold a warm and heavy breast. Barbara's eyes were closed, and she gasped at the touch. Georgia began fondling her other tit, and Barbara whimpered, quietly, "So long, it's been so long." Georgia looked over at Paige quizzically, who simply shrugged and nodded. Paige began to kiss and nuzzle Barbara's neck and shoulder, cupping the breast nearest her; Georgia lowered her face to the other breast, to suckle the aroused nipple, and slid a hand down the front of Barbara's suddenly soaked panties. Barbara stiffened as she began to orgasm. "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" She began to shake as she came, and Georgia slackened her efforts. The inebriated woman opened her eyes and smiled shyly at the other two. "It's been a long time since somebody made me feel that good." "Our pleasure.", commented Paige, wryly. Her husband, Bob, may have thought she was blowing smoke when she had described playing with the neighbor boys and her younger sister, but she knew the truth of it. That afternoon was not the first time she had ever been with a woman! "Why don't we get a little more comfortable?", asked Georgia. She peeled off her coverup, so that she was sitting in only her string bikini, and slipped down to the floor. She crawled in front of Barbara and reached out, to grasp the sides of her bikini panties. "Let's get these out of the way." Barbara had never really been with another woman, and was amazed at how natural it felt and how horny it was making her. Outside of a few giggling 'kissing practice' sessions in junior high she had never kissed another woman, let alone done what it seemed like she was about to do. She raised up off the couch so that Georgia could pull down her panties, then allowed the older woman to push her legs apart. "This looks delicious!", commented Georgia. Georgia's eyes gleamed at the sight of the trim V-shaped pussy hair. It was obvious the Barbara Blockings was a natural blonde, unlike herself. Barbara really had nothing to complain about in the body department. For a 40 year old woman with three children, she was in excellent shape, without any noticeable cottage cheese, sagging, or stretch marks. Why Jerry wasn't screwing the pants off his wife mystified Georgia. She even smelled good! Barbara stared as Georgia moved her face into her crotch, and gasped as Georgia's tongue hit her overheated clit. Her back arched as another orgasm shook her, and she turned towards Paige, who grinned and began to kiss her. Paige took Barbara's hands and moved them inside her beach coverup. Barbara felt an almost electric shock as her fingers touched Paige's swimsuit. Paige pressed her tits into Barbara's hands, then moved away slightly. She peeled off her coverup, then undid the strings, both top and bottom, holding the swimsuit on. Then, as naked as Barbara, she began to fondle her friend and lowered her face to the blonde's tits and the puffy nipples crowning them. Barbara's orgasm went into overdrive, and she clutched Paige to her breasts. After about ten minutes of orally satisfying their friend, Paige and Georgia pulled back. By then, Georgia had stripped off her own bikini, and she announced, "You need to return the favor, you know." Barbara blushed. "I've never..." Paige answered for the pair of them. "It is soooo easy! You just do to us what you like done to yourself!" She and Georgia took their friend's hands and pulled her to the center of the living room, a large carpeted area, and they sank down onto the plush pile. She and Georgia sat on either side of Barbara, all three sitting cross-legged, Indian style, only with Barbara facing the opposite way. Paige took Barbara's hand and placed it in her lap, and Georgia repeated the maneuver on the other side, and Barbara got the hint immediately. Slipping her middle fingers into the horny women's greasy slits, she began to vigorously rub their clits, an action which brought happy sighs from both. They responded by leaning in, to finger Barbara and work over her beautiful tits. After another orgasm for Barbara and excellent for comes for Georgia and Paige, the afternoon ended in an extended oral session. Barbara needed some 'up close and personal' instruction, so with Georgia laying on her back, legs splayed wide, Paige and Barbara got on their knees between her legs to eat her out. Georgia returned the favor, showing some Barbara excellent spots to nibble on between Paige's wide spread thighs. The three ended up in a daisy chain, licking and fingering each other's cunts. It was too much for Barbara. Between the booze and the sex, she was totally exhausted. She fell asleep on Georgia's floor by the late afternoon. Paige laughed as she dressed. "Do you need some help getting her home?" "Like this?", asked Georgia. "Hell, let her sleep it off here. I'll get her cleaned up later and get her dressed and home. Hell of an afternoon, huh?" "Hell of an afternoon!", agreed Paige, chuckling. "If you ever want to come over for some more fun, without our friend, let me know." Paige smiled and shrugged. "You never know, but right now I think I'm going to go home, get cleaned up, and rape my husband when he gets home. This is just an appetizer for me!" Georgia laughed and showed Paige out, then went upstairs for a shower and change. Barbara snored blissfully on the floor. ------- Chapter 9: Scenes From A Cocktail Party "I really appreciate this, guys.", commented Georgia for about the tenth time. Jeremy and Rusty smiled at each other and rolled their eyes. Moving Georgia Cummings' outdoor bar system was a pain in the ass, but she was a nice lady otherwise. "Piece of cake, Mrs. Cummings!", replied Jeremy. "Are you going to the party?", asked Rusty. He was carrying a long water hose and a power cord and several blender pitchers, as Jeremy pushed the wheeled cart. Georgia's duties seemed to consist of supervising. "I was, but things changed." When Terri had invited her to a backyard cocktail party that she and Tom were having, Georgia had offered her professional mixing system, and Terri had jumped at it. She had never seen anything like Georgia's gizmo. It had a built-in high capacity ice maker, a high speed ice crusher, and a mounted blender base with several different jars. It was perfect for daiquiris, pina coladas, margaritas, and the like. It was, however, a pain in the ass to move around. "Now I'm going over to Sarasota tonight to meet some friends and go boating all weekend." Terri waved from her side yard and hurried around to undo the latch on the gate, and the boys wheeled the mixing machine in. Georgia and Terri determined the place to park it, which was near the water spigot, but out of range of the electric outlet. Terri went off to find a longer extension cord while the boys hooked the water up and tested for leaks. As soon as the electric was up, Georgia set the machine to making ice cubes. Terri thanked them all profusely, and Georgia led the way back to her house. She led Jeremy and Rusty around to the back gate and smiled, subtly undoing the top button on her crisp white man-cut shirt. "Could I invite you fellows in and thank you?" Rusty's eyes lit up at this. Ever since his brother had introduced him to Georgia, he had been seeing her after school at least twice a week. Her lessons had given him enough confidence with the opposite sex that he was now starting to date a girl in his class. Even though he hadn't gone all the way with her, they had started in on heavy petting and some occasional oral. Jeremy smiled ruefully and shook his head. "As unbelievable as this sounds, I am going to have to say 'no.' I actually need to get back home and clean up and go out tonight." "Jackie Carruthers?", asked his brother. "Her cousin, Missy. She's a very nice girl." "Oooh, you've got a date? Good for you. Well, maybe I'll give you a rain check. Thank you anyway." She hadn't shared the two brothers since that first time, when she had popped Rusty's cherry, and a threesome would have been an interesting change of pace. She pouted theatrically at Jeremy, then kissed him on the cheek. She turned back towards Rusty and discreetly undid another button. "Can I thank you" Jeremy grinned and clapped his younger brother on the shoulder. "I'll see you later!", he said with a laugh, and headed back down the driveway. It was pretty obvious that Rusty was going to get thanked several times, probably until he couldn't stand anymore. Rusty smiled widely. "I'd like that!" Georgia grinned back and opened the back gate to her yard, moving through it with her hips sashaying nicely, Rusty's eyes locked onto her rear moving in a nice figure 8. She had also been wearing tight white jeans and high-heeled sandals, and she looked crisp and sexy. Rusty followed along like a happy puppy, trailing her inside and up the stairs to Georgia's bedroom. By the time they got there, Georgia already had her blouse unbuttoned. She turned to face him and Rusty almost drooled as he saw her large and beautiful breasts barely encased in the flimsy white lace of her demi-bra. "You are so gorgeous.", he told her. He had learned from Jeremy early on that you could never go wrong complimenting a woman's looks. "Well, thank you very much!" Georgia reached out and helped Rusty pull his t-shirt over his head. "You are such a sweetie. Heaven help the girls when you get a little older. I think you are going to be even a bigger heartbreaker than your brother." Georgia kicked off her sandals and unzipped her jeans. Rusty plopped down on Georgia's bed and began to strip off his shoes, pants, and socks, never taking his eyes from the older woman. She certainly undressed much more gracefully than he did, he thought to himself, or maybe she just did it slower. Either way, he was naked before she even had her jeans off, still wearing the tiny lace thong. "You like?", she asked, standing before him in her thong and demi-bra. She smiled at her lover, as he sat there, his stiff cock already pointing at the ceiling, practically drooling with anticipation. "I think you do like!", she answered herself, grinning at his erection. Rusty moved back onto the bed and motioned her forward. "May I? Please?" "Absolutely!" Georgia crawled onto the bed and lay down next to Rusty, stretching out alongside him and turning on her side towards him. Unlike so many young men, her young pupil had eagerly taken her lessons to heart. So many young men seemed to be in a race, ripping clothes off, two seconds of clumsy foreplay, and then up on top for a very hurried screw. Rusty was as eager as the next teenager, but he had listened and learned and Georgia thought he was an outstanding lover, even better than his older brother, since his cock was slightly larger and Georgia was a bit of a size queen. He proved again the value of pacing. Taking Georgia in his arms, he kissed her lips deeply, letting his tongue duel with hers briefly, then allowed his lips to trace slowly across her cheek, his tongue following lightly along the line of her jaw to her neck. He nuzzled here neck gently, with feathery kisses traveling from one ear, across her throat, to the other ear, where he nibbled her earlobe and then worked backwards. Next he moved slowly downwards, along her shoulders and the hollow of her neck, and then began working lower, across the tops of her breasts and between them. Her tits had popped loose, coming out of the top of the tiny half bra, and Rusty reached a hand behind her to pop the clasp and peel away the lace. By the time he began licking and nibbling her puffy nipples, Georgia was in the throes of a major orgasm, thrashing around on the bed, holding his face in place with her hands and begging him not to stop. Rusty backed down slightly, allowing her to calm somewhat, and he continued kissing down the length of her body, his tongue tickling as it swirled around her deeply indented navel. He peeled down her soaking lace thong to reveal her bare shaved pussy, and Georgia eagerly pushed him lower with her hands on his shoulders. Rusty began to trace the lines of her pussy lips with the tip of his tongue, first the outer and then the inner, with a brief stop at the tender little nubbin at the top, driving Georgia insane with pleasure. Her legs kicked out, trembling, as a low whine escaped her clenched teeth. She was panting, with barely understandable guttural moans. It was too much for her! Rolling onto her back, she dragged Rusty upwards and demanded, "Fuck me! Now! FUCK ME!" She spread her legs wide and reached between them to grab his cockhead and guide it inside. At his first thrust, her back arched and she threw her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her moaning became louder still, and Rusty was helpless in her grasp. It was too much for the boy; already stimulated to the edge of sanity, he exploded into her, groaning loudly as he came. They rocked together in each other's arms for a few minutes before pulling apart, hearts pounding and breathing raspy. Georgia was the first to speak. "My God, Rusty, you are amazing!" "I was going to say the same to you.", he replied. Georgia reached between them to run a finger along his sticky cock, and was amazed at how it began to revive. Young lovers were always quick to revive, even if they didn't know all the little tricks an older gentleman would know. Rusty's cock quickly filled her hand. Georgia kissed her way down his hairless chest; laying her cheek on his belly, she opened her mouth and began suckling on his engorged cockhead. Rusty groaned. "That is soooo gooooood!", he whispered. He ran his fingers through Georgia's blonde hair, savoring the feel of her tongue swirling around his sensitive glans. His hips began to move involuntarily, thrusting his cock slowly up and into her mouth. Georgia was content to suction his cockhead as he thrust into her face; in this position he would be unable to gag her with his oversized prick, which he could easily do in different circumstances. "Do it! Come in my mouth!", she said quietly but urgently, and moved her hand from where it was stroking his cockshaft to lower, cupping and fondling his heavy ball sac. Some men were too sensitive to do this. Jeremy, Rusty's older brother, found the slightest touch to be painful. Rusty loved it, and Georgia allowed his heavy balls to almost roll between her fingers. She suctioned his cockhead and was rewarded with another blast of his heavy cream. Rusty stiffened on the bed, his back arching as his cock spasmed and his jism pumped, and Georgia happily drained him. Afterwards, she sat up on the bed and smiled down at him. "When do you have to go home?" Rusty glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. "Not for at least an hour. Should I be going now? Do you need to leave?" Georgia shook her head. "No, just curious." She lightly traced a fingernail down his chest and below his belly button. "I'd like you to stay a little longer." Rusty simply smiled and nodded. "Back in a moment, sweetie." Georgia got up and went into her bathroom. Rusty lay there on his back, naked and happy. He heard the toilet flush, then watched as Georgia left the bathroom dressed in a long red silk bathrobe, her bare feet soundless on the thick pile carpet. She left the bedroom, to return a few minutes later carrying two glasses of ice tea. She handed one to him and sat carefully on the bed, bringing a leg up. Rusty smiled as she sat there. In getting on the bed, the robe had loosened so that her incredible cleavage and almost all her legs were exposed to his lust-ridden view. He laid his free hand on her knee and slowly began to rub her inner thighs. "You are just insatiable!", the older woman commented. She glanced between Rusty's legs to see his cock was stiffening again. "I thought you wanted me to stay.", he replied. "It was a compliment, not a complaint!", she said with a laugh. She reached down and grabbed his cockshaft, giving it a friendly pull and wriggle. "Anything particular in mind? I'm really game for just about anything!" She shrugged her shoulders and her robe opened up even more. "Uhhhh..." Rusty stopped for a second, his mind churning. Would she? "Hmmm?" Georgia gave his cock another tug, as the huge organ filled her hand. "Well, remember that time when I touched you, you know, back there, and you said that maybe some time we could try, well, you know..." Rusty blushed as the words tumbled from his lips. Georgia's eyes widened at the memory. "Really!" She looked at him coyly. "My we have gotten adventurous, haven't we." "Well, I mean, if you don't want to..." "I didn't say that. You just surprised me!" She stripped off her robe and tossed it aside, then opened the nightstand and pulled out a small tube of AstroGlide. She handed it to Rusty, who stared at it, and she said, "I'm game, but you really need to follow my directions." She rooted around in the nightstand again and found another item and handed that over. Rusty stared at the heavy item, it looked liked a dildo or vibrator he had seen in a buddy's skin mag once! "Uhhhh..." "Baby, I am about to rock your world!" Georgia laughed and climbed onto the bed. She grabbed a couple of pillows from the head of the bed and positioned them in the middle of the king-sized bed, and followed by crawling on top of them so that her rump was lifted up off the bed by several inches. Rusty was surprised by this, since Georgia had once done this when she had taught him doggy style, which was great fun but not what was planned. He was staring at Georgia's perfect rear when she started teaching again. "Now I want you to kneel between my legs and start playing with my pussy.", she instructed him, spreading her legs wide. "I love anal, but I really need to get warmed up first, so you are just going to have to play with me and make me come!" She giggled at the thought of forcing her young lover give her orgasms. Rusty laughed as well, and crawled closer, between her legs, and began to caress her ass and pussy. After just a few moments, Georgia had instructed him to pop the top on the lube and squirt some on the rosy little ring of her asshole and start working a finger slowly in. This was soon followed by a second finger, and then the vibrator was inserted. Georgia was really starting to get into it at that point. "Turn it on, baby!", she begged, so Rusty turned the switch and the vibrator began throbbing and pulsing. It surprised him so much that he almost let it slip out, but Rusty caught the base at the last moment and gently eased it back into her rear. "Oh my God! Fuck my ass, baby, fuck my ass!", wailed Georgia. Amazed, Rusty began fucking the vibrator in and out of the older woman's butt, wondering what it would be like to do this himself. His cock was painfully stiff. "Oh my God!", moaned Georgia, riding the peak of a particularly intense come. It was time to show Rusty what to do. Georgia looked back over her shoulder. "Okay, now I want you to turn off the vibrator but leave it in my ass." Rusty complied, and Georgia reached backwards awkwardly to take hold of the dildo and keep it in place. "Now, lube that great big cock up and get ready for the ride of your life!" Rusty squirted a little of the lube on his prick and worked it over with his fist, then looked back at Georgia curiously. "Now, I want you to go slow and gentle, but pull the vibrator out and put your cock in!" On his first try, Rusty took too long after pulling the dildo out and her asshole closed up, but on the next try, he managed to slip his cockhead inside. The position was awkward, so he pushed a little further in, and then a little further, and before he knew it, Georgia gave a little squeak of surprise and Rusty found himself half laying on her back, his cock balls deep in her ass. It felt hot and tight and greasy, and he liked it. "Wow!" "You need to go slow, honey. That horse cock of yours will tear me up until I get used to it!" Rusty had never heard his dick described that way before and wasn't sure if it was a good description or bad, but he sort of got the gist of Georgia's instructions. Very slowly, he pulled his cock out a few inches and then slowly pushed his hips forward, working the greasy intruder back inside. On the next movement it seemed to go a touch easier, and Georgia began moaning happily. It still felt tight and hot and pleasurable, and he instinctively began to pick up speed. "That's it! That's it! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!", begged Georgia, starting to thrust backwards at her lover. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" Rusty began to pound his hips forward against Georgia's succulent rear, groaning in pleasure. Normally, a third fuck would go slow for the boy, with his urgency already sated, but the novelty of the situation and the sight of Georgia's buttcheeks quivering under his assault were instead acting as a goad, driving him quickly to the brink and beyond. In the middle of a particularly intense orgasm, Georgia heard her lover groan and felt his cock pulsing, and his hot come coated her entrails. He collapsed onto her back, breathing heavily. Georgia enjoyed the feel of a man laying on her, despite the weight, so she allowed Rusty to stay there, luxuriating in the warmth of his skin against hers. When he did begin to stir upright, she simply said, "That was heavenly, dear, but we need to clean up right away." "Hmmm?", he asked, confused. "Well, darling, if you think about where Little Rusty has been, a shower would be in order, don't you agree?" "When you put it that way..." Rusty extracted himself and crawled off the bed, trying not to let 'Little Rusty' touch anything and avoiding looking down at himself. He immediately headed for the bathroom, closely followed by Georgia, who joined him in the shower. Georgia handed her lover the bar of soap and commented, "The next time you'd like to do this, give me some advance notice so that I can prepare." Rusty had no idea what she meant by this, and wondered when that time would be. He started washing up. ------- "Where in God's name have you been?", demanded Barbara Blockings. It was almost eight and her husband Jerry had just walked in the door. "Hey, I had to take a client out for a couple of drinks...", he replied lamely. "And you couldn't call!?" Barbara was pretty pissed, thought her husband. She continued, "Did you also forget the party over at the Tallmans? I was just about to go over there by myself and say 'Fuck you!' to you!" Jerry started stammering at this. He suddenly remembered she had told him about the party, but he had forgotten and gone over to see Mistress Domina instead. Even that hadn't been great. She'd been in a bit of a mood herself tonight, and after eating her pussy, she had given him a quickie handjob, demanded he eat her some more, then sent him home. "Well? Are you just going to stand there? I get all dressed up for a party and you don't even come home on time?" Jerry looked his wife over briefly. She had on a nice sundress and high-heeled sandals, though he would have preferred something in black, maybe thigh high boots like what Mistress Domina wore. "I'm sorry! I just forgot. Let me put down my stuff..." "You fucking asshole! I'll see you later. I'm going to the party. Meet me over there if you want to." Barbara stormed out of their house under a full head of steam. Jerry muttered under his breath and trudged up the stairs. He had fucked up big time this time and he would really have to kiss his wife's ass to make up for it. Actually that idea sort of turned him on, now that he thought about it. Dejectedly, he went upstairs to change into some slacks and a sports shirt. Forget any dinner — maybe the Tallmans would have some good snacks. ------- Terri Tallman looked around the back yard with a mix of satisfaction and dread. Georgia's icemaker was humming away quietly on a corner of the deck, right next to the bar table that Tom was finishing off. An ice filled chest was on one end of the table, filled with Budweiser and Miller Lite. Another cooler contained a couple of jugs of chilled wine, a Chablis and a merlot. In between was a collection of mixers and several bottles of whiskey, gin, and vodka. In the kitchen were several platters of sandwiches and hors doerves from a local supermarket, still covered in plastic. "Honey, I'm going up and taking a shower and getting dressed.", she said to Tom. "Sure thing, hun.", he replied. Tom Tallman was nowhere near as nervous as his wife was at these things. It was a backyard party on a Friday night, not a papal coronation! The worst that could happen was that they ran out of one type of beer or booze and somebody would have to drink something else. Terri had fluttered around all afternoon worrying about one thing or another, driving him nuts in the process. Tom finished setting up the bar and grabbed a beer. He headed inside and went upstairs. He would quickly shower and change, as well. Tom finished off his beer as head entered their bedroom, to find Terri stepping out of the bathroom wrapped in her oversized terry robe. "Hurry up! People are going to be here in thirty minutes!" Tom snorted and said, "Will you chill out!" He tossed the beer can in the trash and went into the bathroom, stripping his clothes off as he went. Five minutes later he was out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his slim waist, and he went into the bedroom to dress. Why Terri got so worked up was beyond him. A pair of khakis, a pullover sports shirts, and a pair of loafers would be more than sufficient for the evening's casual dress code. Once more he thought, it's only a backyard party! He looked over at his wife, who was buttoning up the front of a denim halter top; the calf length skirt was already on her. Several other outfits were on the bed, discarded or not yet attempted, he couldn't be sure. "How does this look?", she asked nervously. "It looks pretty good.", he replied. It did, too. The skirt had a few knee length slits, and the top exposed most of her back and was cut deep enough to show a fair bit of cleavage. "No, it's just not right.", she said, looking at herself in the mirror. She started undoing the top. "Jesus Christ, will you chill! You look fine." Tom stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "You need something to calm you down." He nuzzled her neck and pushed her forward. "What!? No, no way! We can't!" Terri stared at her husband's reflection in the mirror in disbelief. He couldn't be expecting to... Tom certainly could be expecting exactly that. He ostentatiously tossed away his towel and bent his wife over the dresser, reaching down to pull her skirt up. Her generous tits swung down through the open halter top. Keeping her in place, he pulled her skirt to her waist and stepped closer, then used a hand to push her thong aside and slip his stiff cock into her pussy from behind. "This is the best relaxer I've ever heard of, and you need a serious dose!" Terri gasped as her husband slammed his cock into her from behind. As unbelievable as it seemed, her body was responding even as she protested. "We can't, not now... oh God... what if people come..." "They can wait their turn until I'm done!", he replied, picking up the pace. He smiled as his wife's face exploded in disbelief. Terri's body betrayed her, pushing back at the cock slamfucking her pussy from behind. 'Oh God, oh God, oh God!", she babbled as Tom fucked his prick into her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Two minutes later, as she bit her lip to keep from screaming, she felt the come spewing into her cunt from her husband's spasming cock. He pulled out half a minute later. "You know, you need to get dressed. People will be here any minute now!", he commented. "You son of a bitch!", she said whirling around to face him. Tom danced back out of her way. "Hey, what can I say? You should really plan these little get-togethers when we don't have guests on the way." He ran back into the bathroom, where his closet was, barely ahead of her foot. ------- "This thing is quite the gizmo.", commented Bob Turner to Tom Tallman. Tom was making a pitcher of pina coladas at Georgia's loaned mixing stand, and was being watched by Bob and another friend from up on Rosewood, Mario Fuentes. Mario had two chilled glasses ready, one for himself and the other for his wife Gloria. "No kidding! Now if this thing could only cook, it would make a great wife." "I wouldn't let Gloria hear that if I were you.", commented Tom. Bob snorted in laughter. The three men looked over at where their three wives were talking. Gloria Fuentes was a petite and bubbly Latina, a child of Marielitos like her husband, and very cute. She was wearing a low cut and skin tight top without anything underneath it to hide her huge perky nipples, and a pair of skintight designer jeans with high heeled sandals. Mario smiled at the other men. His English was as perfect as his wife's, without even a hint of an accent. "Hey, there's cooking and then there's cooking! So where did you get this from? It looks professional." "I think it is, but it's not ours. We borrowed it from a friend, Georgia Cummings, across the street.", admitted Tom. He took the pitcher of fresh made drinks and poured a couple for the Fuentes. "Oh!", said Mario with a smile. He winked at the other two men. "Now there's a woman who I would bet knows how to cook!" As the others laughed, he wandered off to find his wife. ------- "So where's Georgia?", asked Paige. She, Terri, and Brenda were sipping at their strawberry daiquiris. The mix system was proving very popular with the ladies at the party, with one of the blender jars dedicated to pina coladas, another to strawberry daiquiris with fresh strawberries, and a third for anything else. It was a good thing the Tallmans had a lot of rum. Brenda answered. She had joined with Paige and Terri after Mario Fuentes had wandered off with his wife, a pair of pina coladas in their hands. "She was heading over to the Gulf Coast for the weekend. Boating with some friends, she said." Terri nodded. "She's going to Sarasota." "Anybody special?", asked a curious Paige. "What, you mean, like, a guy friend?", asked an amused Brenda. Paige nodded, and the other two laughed. "Honey, I don't think Georgia is interested in settling down anytime soon." "No!", agreed a giggling Terri. "She sort of indicated to me that she was acting as the Entertainment Director on a little cruise, and she was going to be the entertainment!" "Oh my God!", exclaimed Paige. "You're kidding me, right?" Both Terri and Brenda shook their heads. "She didn't get real specific with me, but she did say that there were many guys, few women, and a lot of booze. I got the impression she was going to be packing real light, if you catch my drift.", commented Brenda. "Oh my! I don't think I could ever do something like that." Paige sipped at her drink and imagined being on a boat with a bunch of young — she didn't know why, but she knew with Georgia that they were undoubtedly young — men for an entire weekend. Brenda giggled. "It's not the weekend that's going to be the problem. Wait until Monday morning when she's sore everywhere and I do mean everywhere!" Terri snorted and almost choked on her daiquiri. "Yeah, but if you gotta' go, what a way to go!" The other women laughed as well. ------- "So how are you doing?", asked Paige. Barbara Blockings blushed furiously. It was the first time since their afternoon session she had been alone with either of the other two women. She was embarrassed, but she couldn't tell if it was because it exposed her marital problems or if it was because of the threesome they had enjoyed. She had never done anything like that before! Ever! She glanced around guiltily, somewhat to Paige's amusement, but it was just the two of them. "Uh, okay." "How are things working out with your husband?" Paige laid a caring hand on Barbara's forearm, which calmed the woman down some. Barbara sighed. "About the same. He came home late tonight, totally forgetting we were going out, and I was so pissed at him I came over anyway. He came over a half hour later." She pointed a finger over at the bar, where Paige saw him refilling his glass. "Well, that's good, isn't it? Did he say anything?" Barbara shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, he said he was sorry and kissed me. He still pissed me off." "And the other thing?", asked Paige diplomatically. "Nothing changed there, either!", groused Barbara. She downed her drink angrily and went over to the mixers for a refill. Paige noticed that Jerry smiled and waved at his wife, which had the effect of annoying her even more. She ignored him. Paige smiled at her friend and said lowly, "Well, you know, if you ever need to get that itch scratched again, just call me and I'll help you out again." Barbara's eyes widened dramatically at that, and she almost choked on her drink. "You mean... oh, wow!" She looked around surreptitiously again. "Are you serious?" "Sure, why not!? Did you enjoy it?" Barbara was too dumbfounded to do more than nod. "So did I?" "What about your husband?" "Why, did you want him to join in?" Barbara choked again. "NO!", she said, almost too loudly. "Not a problem. Watch." She looked around and spotted Bob, and waved him over. Barbara stood rooted to the ground, too afraid to run away. When Bob got to them, Paige said, "Honey, Barbara and I are becoming lesbians." Barbara's eyes widened to pie plate size and her jaw dropped. Bob didn't notice. "Uh, okay. Can I join in?" "No, Bob, then we'd be bisexuals, not lesbians.", explained Paige. "Well, can I watch?" "No, Bob." "Well, what's the fun in that, then?" "Go away, dear.", said Paige. Bob bent down and kissed his wife on the cheek, then wandered off again. "I can't believe you just did that!", hissed Barbara in disbelief. "What if he says something?" "To who?" Paige just laughed. "He's harmless. If he does say anything, it will just be that he wants to watch a threesome on a dirty movie sometime. He's harmless." "From your lips to God's ear!", commented Barbara. "What if you had said yes?" "What, to him joining in? Bob?! I think that would have shocked him more than anything else! Me, too!" Paige laughed and the two women went back to the bar for another round of daiquiris. ------- "I'm sorry I forgot, dear. Am I forgiven?", asked Jerry, drinking from his whiskey and soda. Most of the partygoers were drinking beer, wine, or the frothy concoctions prepared on the mixer; Jerry was one of the few drinking a cocktail. "Perhaps.", said a somewhat mollified Barbara. "Perhaps..." Jerry drained his glass and headed back to the bar. It was time for another double. ------- "What's with Jerry and Barbara?", asked Bob of his wife. Paige gave a shrug. "Problems, I guess. He hasn't been paying a lot of attention to her lately, if you know what I mean." Bob looked across the back yard. The Tallmans back yard was fairly flat and grassy. At the house they had a fairly large and complicated deck, with a large lower tier where the bar and hors doerves were set up, and an upper tier near their bedroom which was, if not off limits, darkened. A flagstone walkway went from the deck around to the front of the house, and also to a gate in the back fence. He found Jerry sitting by himself in the yard, while Barbara was chatting with some people near the deck. "So was that the reason for that little conversation earlier?" Paige laughed lightly. "I thought she was going to have a heart attack!" Bob chuckled, too. He looked back at Barbara, looking pretty in her sundress and heels. "What's with Jerry then? Is he brain dead or just blind?" Paige gave her husband an amused look. "Hmmm?" "Well, she is a good looking lady. I mean, I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers, you know." "Bob, you are such a pig.", laughed his wife. "I think I am going to start up that club!" "Just so I can watch." ------- "So, we're still on for later?", asked Jack Smythe to the man standing next to him, Rick Boyer. "Sounds like a plan to me. Any place particular in mind?" Jack shrugged and mentioned a place on the other side of Orlando, and Rick nodded agreement. Bob Turner and another man, Mal Jennings, eyed the two curiously. He knew the club that Jack had mentioned. "This a warmup for some clubbing later?", he asked. "Seems like a good idea. I mean, we love the party and coming here and seeing everybody, but, hey, it's Friday night! Time to get out and party!" "No shit!", agreed Rick. "Listen, you and Paige want to join us? What about you, Mal? The little lady interested in getting wild and crazy on us?" Mal snorted and laughed. He was in his early forties, as was his wife, and his night club days were long past. "Listen fellows, I'm getting to the point where a double for me means extra Metamucil, and Babs is probably going to be asleep by the time we get back to our place, and that's only three blocks from here." Babs was Mal's cute and plump wife, presently chatting with some of the other women around the mixer. "Not a problem, Mal.", replied Jack. "Drop Babs off, and after she falls asleep, come on over. I'm sure we can find somebody in your age group who wants to party. Maybe some of the folks at the senior center will want to get out and get down!" "Thank you so very much. Keep it up and I'll get the AARP after you children." "You know, Mal, baldness is kind of the in thing these days.", commented Bob, to the hoots of laughter from the others. Mal simply lifted eyes, trying to see his missing hairline, and shook his head. "Would you believe that when I was in high school I wore my hair down to my shoulders? I had so much hair I had to wear a headband to keep it out of my eyes! If I'd known then what would be happening, I'd have saved some for later!" The others laughed loudly enough that a couple of others noticed. One of them was Jenna Andrews, Jack's live-in fiancé. She came over with a pina colada and a cocktail and handed one to Jack. "Seven and Seven for you, hun. What's so funny?", she asked. "Mal here was just describing the hazards of getting old. It's fascinating how much roughage old people need.", replied her fiancé, as more laughter erupted. Like most of the others, Jenna was in her twenties. "Mal, are they teasing you? I just want you to know that I find mature gentlemen much more interesting than little boys. If Babs ever dumps you, you just give me a call!" She stuck her tongue out at the others. "Why, thank you, sweetheart. My doctor's got me on a brand new three drug regimen just for girls like you." Jenna eyed him with interest. "It's a combination of Rogaine, Viagra, and Prozac. My hair's gone and my plumbing won't work, but I'm very mellow about it." The others all started laughing at Jenna, and Mal and Jack clinked glasses. Jenna laughed and sauntered off, sashaying her cute little butt pleasantly. "So, what's this club like? My clubbing days are long past, so what are they like these days?", asked Mal. Bob commented that he had heard of it but never been there either, so Jack and Rick described it. "So what's the dress code at these places nowadays? Is it as crazy as I hear?" Jack shrugged. "It varies. Some clubs are a bit wilder than others. This place... well... you saw the outfit Jenna was wearing?" They all glanced over at her surreptitiously. Jenna was wearing a bright red satiny blouse, totally open, with a red sequined tube top under it, a flirty little black skirt, rather short, and bright red heels. They all turned back to Jack. "Let's just say that before we get there, she'll probably have lost the tube top, and she won't have buttoned the blouse." "Tanya's wearing a bikini under her skirt and top,", said Rick about his wife, discreetly pointing to the group of women with Jenna. "and I can just about guarantee that she'll lose the blouse before we go in, and I wouldn't be surprised if she loses the bikini before we leave." Bob smiled at the thought, and Mal gulped. "I don't think Babs is quite that adventurous anymore.", commented Mal. "But there was a time she would have been..." ------- "We're going back to Knoxville in two weeks for a wedding.", commented Paige to Barbara, Brenda, and Gloria. "One of my old high school girlfriends is getting married. She was in my wedding and invited us to hers." "That's nice. The last wedding we went to was last fall.", said Gloria. "My nephew, Jesus." "Was it nice? Becky - she's my friend — is having a lakeside wedding. It should be so romantic!" Gloria and Brenda agreed, but Barbara started laughing. When the others looked at her, she said, "The last wedding we attended was also at a lakeside, but it wasn't all that romantic." She laughed some more and the others pressed her for an explanation. "Well, last weekend we were at my sister Pat's up in Eustis, just visiting for the day. Anyway, she's had a girl, a friend of their daughter's, staying with them for a couple of years, because the girl's own family are so horrid she can't live at home. It was stay with a friend or off to social services." A couple of the women grimaced at that, since Florida's child welfare services were nationally known as a horror. Barbara nodded in agreement. "Yeah, right. So, anyways, this girl is about 19 or so, and she and her boyfriend are getting married while he has leave from the Marines. I think she was marrying him as much to get away from the family as for any other reason." A couple of the others nodded in understanding. "So they got married at the lakeside, too — the Lake Eustis Rod and Gun Club!" It took Paige a second to grasp it, but then she said, "What, they got married lakeside at the local fish and game club?" Barbara nodded. "You bet. The ultimate white trash wedding. As the JP did his business in front of the happy couple, Bubba and Billy Bob were fishing from a bass boat a hundred yards out on the lake. I'll be fair about it though, they didn't cuss as loudly during the happy occasion." "Madre de Dios!", said Gloria. "No kidding! We were worried that we hadn't brought a suit or good clothes, but we were assured we were fine. We were the fanciest people there, because Jerry actually wore a tie and had socks on, and I wore a dress and not shorts and a t-shirt. The groom's father rode a Harley to the wedding. The bride and the maid of honor wore old prom dresses. The bride's father wore his best clothes — his volunteer fire department uniform. I swear I am not making this up! After the wedding we hiked over to the club, where they were cleaning up from the afternoon clam bake, for some delicious beer and pizza. I mean, I can't invent this stuff!" "Wow!", said Paige. "And I thought Daddy was roughing it when he wouldn't spring for a limo!" "Hey, at least you didn't have to ride a motorcycle." "Madre de Dios!", repeated Gloria. "The bride's prom dress was a lovely white. Of course, it was also a halter top, cut down in the front to about here,", said Barbara, pointing a finger somewhere between her breasts and her navel, "and almost see-through. It could easily double as her wedding night trousseau." "Good lord!", breathed Paige. "Well, I guess it kept things interesting." "Especially when she bent over to kiss her youngest cousins. Every guy in the area was waiting for her to fall out of it, and this is a girl who doesn't need a life preserver, if you know what I mean." The others snorted in derision. ------- "What in the world is with Jerry?", asked Bob of his host. Tom looked over at the corner. Jerry Blockings had basically been ignoring his wife all evening. He had been drinking heavily and steadily all night long, and was about three sheets to the wind, sitting in a lawn chair to the side. "Dipped if I know, but remind me not to invite him again. His wife is okay, but he's turned into a real asshole lately." Frank Houseman nodded in agreement. "I think there's some trouble in paradise down at the end of the court. Brenda told me that she heard from Georgia that he isn't paying enough attention to Barbara." "What, like a little...", asked Bob as he made a discreet but obscene gesture. "Precisely. The grapevine says it's been a few years since they, well, you know." All three men glanced at Jerry, and then over at his wife in a group of women standing around the bar area. "Well, I can't understand that.", commented Frank. "She's a good looking woman. What, is he blind?" Tom shrugged and Bob replied, "You know, that's the same thing I said to Paige earlier. She had commented on it, too." He shrugged as well. "From what Brenda was telling me, Barbara has done everything but a pole dance in the living room and can't get Jerry interested." "Is that what it takes Brenda to get you interested?", asked Tom with a smirk. Frank chuckled. "Not hardly. But she does have this little tennis outfit, and when she wears it around the house, it's usually a pretty good sign she has something other than tennis on her mind. You?", he asked Bob. "Paige has got this Daisy Duke outfit, you know, the tiny denim shorts and a tiny little top. Same deal." Both men looked over at Tom, who grinned back. "There's this little Catholic schoolgirl outfit she cobbed together from her old parochial school days." "You don't mean..." "Yeah, exactly. She took her old pleated plaid skirt and cut off about two thirds of it, and has this really tight light white blouse. That and a pair of black pumps, and she has me staying after school!" All three men laughed at that. ------- Chapter 10: After the Party "Now what the fuck do we do?", muttered Bob Turner under his breath to the host, Tom Tallman. "Fuck if I know.", whispered back Tom. "Let's hear from Barbara." Bob shrugged in agreement, and the two men wandered back to the bar set up on the Tallman's back deck. The party had broken up, and almost everyone had left. It was late, but three couples were heading out for some late night clubbing, and most of the others had also gone home. All that was left now were the Tom and Terri Tallman, who had hosted the party, Bob and Paige Turner, their next door neighbors, the Housemans, Brenda and Frank, from across the street, and Jerry and Barbara Blockings, another neighbor. Just as Bob and Tom got back to the bar, Brenda exchanged kisses on the cheek with the other women, and then she and Frank left, hand in hand. Barbara turned to the others and said, "I'd better collect my husband and go, too." She walked into the back yard where Jerry was seated in a lawn chair. Bob just looked at the others and muttered, "Good luck!" Tom simply rolled his eyes skyward. The two women noticed and looked at each other. "Why, what's wrong?", asked Terri. Bob looked over at Tom, who answered, "A nuclear blast couldn't wake him now." This did indeed seem the case. As they looked over at her, Barbara was pushing and shoving her husband, calling for him to wake up, first quietly, but then louder. Finally she pushed a little too hard and he fell out of the lawn chair to the grass, to start snoring curled up on the ground. "Asshole!", she said loudly. Tom caught Bob's eye and the two men went over to Barbara, standing over her husband, furious. "Can we help?" "The god damned son of a bitch! I ought to let him rot here!" "Maybe he can rot in your yard if we can get him home?", commented Bob. "Asshole!", she told her husband. She simply nodded agreement to the others. "Grab an arm.", commented Tom, who went around to the side. He and Bob tried to lift Jerry to his feet, but the man was totally unconscious, nothing but dead weight. They stopped after a couple of minutes and let him back down to the ground. "Well, this isn't going to work.", commented Bob. "Yeah!", replied Tom, breathing heavily. "Here, let's try this..." He went to the corner of his back yard, where he had a small gardening shed. From around behind it, he wheeled out a large wheelbarrow. He brought it back to the others. With Barbara holding the wheelbarrow steady, he and Bob were able to load Jerry into it, with his arms and legs draped over the sides. "Whatever gets the job done.", said Bob. "Where away, Barbara?" "You stupid son of a bitch!", yelled Barbara at her sleeping husband, kicking at him. She turned to the others. "I am so sorry about this! I am so embarrassed!" While the others tried to reassure her that 'these things happen' she was mortified. "Can we get him home?" Tom smiled and looked at Bob, who laughed and nodded. "Sure, no problem. You want us to leave him out at the curb for garbage pickup?", asked Bob. "Or leave him on the front lawn?", asked Tom. Barbara gave a wordless scream, and Bob and Tom each grabbed a handle on the wheelbarrow. Barbara led the way, opening gates on their fences, and the two men wheeled their drunken burden down the street and into his own back yard. The load wasn't ridiculously heavy, but was a bit cumbersome. "You want him in the house?", asked Bob. "Leave the bastard out here!" Barbara thanked them, and went in the house. "Leave him. I'll pick up the wheelbarrow tomorrow.". said Tom. He looked around the back yard for a moment, then walked over to the fence. "I need to take a leak." "We ought to piss on this asshole.", commented Bob. He, too, walked over to the edge of the yard and unzipped. Afterwards the two men left and went back over to the Tom's home. ------- "It was a really great party. Bob and I are going to have to do this soon.", said Paige. "Well, when you do, call me up and I'll help. We can get Georgia to loan us her blenders as well.", replied Terri. "Really! That thing is great!" "Want another daiquiri?" "Absolutely!", answered Paige. Terri grabbed a few more strawberries and filled the blender with the fixings. After making another pitcher, she snagged a pair of clean glasses and said, "Come on, follow me. Let's soak in the hot tub." Paige gave her a startled look. "You have a hot tub? I never knew! Where is it?" "Up here. Come on." She led Paige towards the darkened upper level of their deck. "Watch your step. When we get to the top, I'll flip the lights on." Paige followed slowly up the stairs, picking her way carefully in the dim light. As she neared the top, the lights came on, a set of dimmed lights along the stairs, and another dim bulb to the side of the landing. "Voila! See?" Terri was standing on a large deck several feet down from a French door in the side of the house at the second floor level. A small set of steps led from the deck to the door. To the side of the deck was a large hot tub, with a cover over it. "See? That's our bedroom...", she said, pointing at the French door, "... so when we want to soak, we can just come outside. It's very, very private." Paige noticed that there was a latticework grill around the deck, keeping neighborhood eyes away. If you came out in a robe, you could probably strip naked and hot tub in the buff, and nobody would ever know. "I guess so! Do you and Tom ever, you know?" Terri grinned wildly. "All the time! Come on, help me with the cover." Paige helped with the cover, but said, "I can't. I don't have a suit." Terri shrugged. "We never wear suits in here, but if you want to, strip down to your underwear." Paige blushed furiously. "Uh, I mean, uh, I can't." Terri gave her guest another wild grin. "Really!?" She gave Paige a long look up and down. Paige blushed again. "Well, I mean, the dress..." She meant the long sundress she had worn tonight. The top was held up by spaghetti straps which criss-crossed across her back, and the material was a very slinky rayon which would show anything worn underneath it. She had elected to go commando tonight, then give Bob a surprise later. Terri started unbuttoning the front of her denim halter top. Like Paige she was braless, but under her skirt she still wore the panties that Tom had pushed aside to screw her in before the party. "Well, hurry up and get undressed. If we're both in the water before the guys get back, they'll be the ones to get embarrassed." Topless, she flipped a few switches, turning the jets on and a few underwater lights. She then stripped off her skirt and panties, and kicked off her shoes. "What the hell, why not?", quipped Paige. Her outfit was even easier to get out of. Reaching behind her she undid the zipper down the back, then slid it off. She kicked her sandals into the corner and started to climb in. "Wait! We almost forgot the booze!", said Terri. Paige set their glasses and the pitcher on the side of the hot tub and then climbed in. She was just getting cozy and warm, sitting opposite Terri, when the men wandered back into the back yard. "We're up here!", Terri called out. Paige giggled and the two women sank down lower in the water, so only there heads were above the surface. "Yeah, come on up!", said Paige. Down below, Bob gave his friend a mystified look. Tom simply pointed at the upper deck, now lighted softly, where a subdued hum came from the hot tub pump. "In a minute.", he yelled up, then turned to Bob. "You want a drink or two? Once we're up there, it's a pain in the ass to come back down for booze." Not really understanding what was going on, Bob grabbed a couple cans of beer, as did Tom, and followed his host up the stairs. Once there, he looked at his wife and Terri almost totally submerged in the bubbling water. "Well, don't you two look cute!" Paige giggled and sat up slightly, enough to bring the upper halves of her large boobs to the surface. "Cuter than you know!", she replied, sinking back under the water. "Come on, join us!", ordered Terri. She also flashed her tits quickly at the guys. Tom simply smiled and set his beers on the side of the hot tub. "I don't think you are going to win this one." He reached down and pulled off his sport shirt. "Suits?", asked Bob. He half expected the answer. "Oh, please!", was Terri's response. Paige giggled and flashed the two men. Bob cracked his can open and took a healthy swig. Setting his beer can to the side, he quickly stripped down and hopped in the tub. Fortunately he was too surprised by events to have developed an erection yet, and he managed to keep his body turned enough that Tom and Terri didn't get a good view. He was the last in the tub. The tub was large enough for six people, with a ring of seats around the deeper center section. As soon as he was seated, his wife moved over next to him, and Terri snuggled up next to her husband. The men reached behind them and snagged their drinks, and then proceeded to laze back in the hot and foaming waters. It was extremely relaxing, and Bob began to wonder whether anybody had ever fallen asleep in a hot tub and drowned. It must have happened somewhere, sometime, probably after a party involving a lot of booze. Like tonight! Bob immediately stopped drowsing when he felt a hand on his thigh. His eyes snapped open and he was completely wide awake and alert. It was on his right thigh, under the water, and he glanced sideways to see Paige sitting there and smiling at him. His cock had instantly turned as hard as stone. She moved her hand some more, to his lap, and softly caressed his cockhead. He gave an involuntary twitch, and turned his head to their hosts. Tom was grinning wildly at him. He and Terri were snuggling close to each other, and it was obvious from her arm movements that she was giving him a hand job under the water, and not too subtly, either. Equally obvious was that he was reaching down between her legs, working on her, and Terri's face was flushed and excited, her eyes half closed in pleasure. Tom waggled his eyebrows at Bob and drank some more beer, and Bob felt Paige wrap a hand around his cockshaft and begin stroking him. He let out an involuntary groan, which startled Paige. She thought she had been subtle and discreet, but when she looked over at the others, she blushed as she saw them working on each other. Shifting around, she spread her thighs and took Bob's hand and placed it between her legs. "One of the benefits of having a hot tub.", commented a happy Tom Tallman. Bob wasn't at all sure where all this was heading. He had always had an active sex life, but a fairly conventional one, and naked hot tubbing with the neighbors hadn't been on the agenda. Ever since he had been married he had stayed true to Paige, which wasn't that difficult since he thought, no, believed, that she was the sexiest woman ever invented, and he was sure she had stayed true to him as well. Now he wasn't really sure what was happening other than he was getting some excellent public groping. "I guess you two have, you know..." "All the time, baby, all the time!", answered Terri, starting to breathe heavily. Her nipples were clearly visible above the water. "It's very private up here, very private." Tom tickled her clit intensely as she said this and she moaned and arched her back as she orgasmed. Paige and Bob stared as their hostess came loudly. "Very private!" She turned slightly and began to concentrate on Tom, fisting him off enthusiastically, and a couple of minutes later it was his turn to groan and twitch. Neither saw anything floating to the water amidst the bubbles, but Tom's face looked very happy. Paige astonished her husband by her next actions. "Our turn!", she commented, then sat upright and crawled onto Bob's lap. Before he knew what was happening, she had straddled his legs while facing away from him, towards their friends, and she grabbed his stiff cock and held it in place while sinking down onto it. A moment later it was fully inside her, and she began bouncing on her husband's cock. "This is so cool!", she exclaimed. The bubbling water was driving her wild, and her tits were bouncing in and out of the hot water, splashing it around joyfully. "Oh, honey, fuck me!" Bob gave in to the incredible sensations and leaned back, holding his wife's hips as she fucked him from on top. She was almost screeching as she came, and her pussy contractions drove him over the edge. He gasped loudly as his cock swelled inside her and began pumping jism up into her. Once he was done, Paige slowed her motions and collapsed back into his arms. "It's really something else, isn't it?", said Terri. "We got to get one of these!", Paige told her husband, to which the Tallmans both laughed. "You bet, honey, you bet.", said Bob, his tone indicating pigs would probably fly first. Paige pouted and Terri said, "Come on, lay down on the edge here. You need a good massage to wind down." She took Paige by the hand and gently tugged her into position on the wide padded edge of tub, face down. Kneeling by her side, half in the water, Terri began giving Paige a slow and sensual back rub. Isn't that nice?", she said lowly, almost in a whisper. "It's good both before and afterwards. Sometimes I do him, and sometimes he does me." Bob finished off his first beer and began his second, watching intently as his neighbor gave his wife a backrub. It was the first time he had really seen Terri naked and out of the water. Her breasts weren't as large as Paige's but were very nice, with dark and puffy nipples, and her pussy was shaved like Paige's, too. Then he became too shocked to do more than stare. When Paige rolled onto her back to have her front rubbed down, she pulled Terri out of the water and on top, and the two women began making love to each other, touching and kissing, their thighs pushing into each other's pussies, moaning loudly as they fucked at the side of the pool. Bob turned to look at Tom, who simply grinned back and shrugged. What neither man had heard was Terri whispering into Paige's ear, "I want to fuck you!" As soon as Paige had happily nodded, she had climbed up with her. "Some day when the guys are gone, you should come over!" "Absolutely!" Paige had never gotten this crazy with Bob around before, but she felt it was right, and when she looked over at him, he didn't seem angry, only amazed. The two women writhed on the side of the tub about ten minutes before separating, gasping and panting. They slipped back into the water to clean up slightly. "Wow!", commented Paige. "Now that's what I call a show!", commented Tom. Paige stood and climbed out of the tub. "Come on, Bob, w need to go home. This has been wonderful, but I need some really hot sex right now, and a little more private." She leaned over the tub and kissed both Terri and Tom goodbye. Tom pointed them towards some towels in a cabinet to the side of the tub. They quickly dried off and partially dressed, Paige in her dress, carrying her sandals, Bob in his pants, carrying his shoes, shirt, and shorts. Once down at the bottom of the stairs and around the corner, so they were alone again, Paige realized just how wild she and Terri had gotten. Nervously she looked at her husband. "I guess we should talk about this?" Bob snorted in derision. "You think? Put on your sandals." "What?" "Put your sandals on!", he ordered quietly. Confused, Paige leaned against her husband with one arm while slipping her high heeled sandals back onto her still damp feet. Finished she stood to look at him, but he simply turned her away from him. A moment later she felt the zipper on her dress coming down quickly, and Bob was pushing it off her shoulders. "Bob, what... ?" He stripped her dress down below her hips and down her legs, so she was naked again. "Come on, lift your legs." She stepped out of her dress, now nude except for the high heels, and he picked it up. "Come on, let's go home. You can just walk naked like the fuckslut you are." Paige was amazed by his words, but Bob hadn't said them harshly or angrily. He took her by the elbow and walked her brazenly down the walk to the sidewalk and up to their front door. Only the lateness of the hour kept the entire world from seeing her in the buff. Once inside their house, Bob closed the front door behind them and marched Paige up to the back of the couch. He pushed her over, so she was bent over the back of the couch, her tits dangling beneath her. She stayed in position and he quickly stripped his pants off. Seconds later he was snuggled up behind her ass, and his cock was buried in her greasy, pulsing pussy. Both groaned as he entered her. "Oh, Bob!", she moaned. Bob bent down over her from behind, even as his hips were pistoning his cock in and out, in and out. "If you are going to be a slut, then you are going to be a slut all weekend!" He grabbed her hips and began slam fucking into her from behind. "For the rest of the weekend you are wearing high heels and almost nothing else, understand! You're going to need permission to use a napkin at dinner!" Paige was incredibly excited by her husband's words and actions. Bob didn't seem angry at all, just unbelievably turned on. "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!", she agreed. She tried to tighten her pussy muscles as much as possible but it didn't matter to him. He just pounded his cock into her. He further explained she was a sex toy for the weekend, and would need to be thoroughly clean, thoroughly, he emphasized, so Paige knew she was going to need an enema or two. She didn't mind at all! She was on orgasm overload when she felt her husband's come blasting into her. As soon as she was able to stand upright, she whirled around and hugged Bob tightly. "Yes, honey, whatever you want!", she whispered happily. ------- "So how do you think the evening went?", asked Tom Tallman, laying back on his bed. After the Turners had gone home, he and Terri had gotten out of the hot tub and gone into their bedroom. He had grabbed a quick shower while Terri went downstairs to turn off the lights and lock the doors. Now, she was in the bathroom while Tom lazed on the bed waiting for her to come out. "Hmmm?", she asked, sticking her head out the door to look at him. Like herself, Tom hadn't bothered getting dressed. Now he lay on his back, one arm behind his head propping him up, the other lightly stroking his erection. "I asked how you think the evening went?", he repeated. Terri ducked back into the bathroom, finished brushing her teeth, and turned off the light. She came back into the bedroom and sat down next to her husband. "Let me do that.", she said with a smile. Tom moved his hand to her soft thigh and Terri began jacking his cock slowly. "Well, if the question is about the party, that went great except for Jerry getting drunk and passing out. If the question is about after the party, I thought that went even better." "You meet the nicest people in a hot tub!" "You meet the nicest people in a hot tub!", repeated Terri, and they both started laughing. 'You meet the nicest people in a hot tub!' had been an advertising slogan of the outfit they had bought the hot tub through. They had bought it several years ago, shortly after they had started getting into the swinging and swapping scene, and had thought it might be a good icebreaker. The results had been everything they could have asked, and more. Any couple who would hot tub with them in the buff was usually at least halfway to joining in a 'soft swing' like tonight, where the couples would do some public loving, but only with their lover. From there, the next step was for some swapping or bi action, and the final step was a full out gangbang with others. "Bob didn't seem all that freaked out about it.", commented Tom. Terri nodded in agreement. "I think she's the wild one, but I think you're right. He was getting off on watching us." "Yeah?" "I have the sneakiest suspicion that they are very busy right now what we are doing!" "Did you have fun with Paige?", asked Tom. He moved his hand farther up his wife's silky thigh and began to finger her pussy lips and clit. Terri shuddered happily, then bent down to quickly kiss and lick Tom's stiff cock. "Ummm, you know I did! Did you like what you saw?" "She's a hottie, all right. It didn't look like you had to do much convincing to get her to fuck you." Tom slipped his fingers inside Terri's pulsing twat. Terri gasped as the first small orgasm took her. "Oh my God... that is so good..." She opened her eyes to look at Tom. "I don't know about Bob, but I think she definitely can get her freak on. I invited her over some afternoon and she agreed to come. I'll ask her then." Tom began to fingerfuck her vigorously. "You just want to fuck her, don't you!?" "And you just want to fuck him, too." "He shaves his balls! He was trying to hide it, but his cock and balls are shaved. You have got to be a bit freaky to do that, baby!" Terri was still fisting her husband and his precome was drooling from his cockhead down her fingers. "Oh, God, I need you!" Letting him go, Terri climbed onto Tom's lap, straddling his thighs, and lowered herself onto his cock. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She began bouncing on his cock. Tom happily guided his wife's gyrations with his hands on her hips. Her tits were almost slapping him in the face as he bounced, and her hot, tight pussy was spasming in orgasm. After another five minutes it was his turn to groan and blast his come up into her. She collapsed onto his chest and stretched out, breathing deeply as she came down off her come. "Sleep late tomorrow?", asked Tom a few minutes later. "Sleep late and then clean up the mess, I suppose.", she agreed. "I ought to drain the hot tub and clean it out, then refill it, I suppose.", said Tom. After all, they had fucked in it, so it was probably a good idea, health code wise. "Umm, I suppose so, but before you do that, why don't we take some photos." Terri leaned back a touch, so she could look at Tom, and he cocked an eyebrow at her in curiosity. "Well, I mean, we have all day, without any appointments..." Tom nodded. They had decided against making any appointments for the weekend, so they could drink and sleep late and generally goof off. Terri continued, "... and it would give us a real nice chance to catch up on some photos for the website! I mean, you could shoot me in the hot tub and later, out on the deck playing with myself, you know start out in a bikini and lose that under the water." Tom nodded. "And another shoot doing some cleanup in the kitchen, in an apron and heels and not much else? And later, I could get dressed for dinner and we could go out. You could shoot me either before or after." "You've got it all planned. What do I get out of this?" "Well, after each photoshoot, I'll be so horny, you'll just have to fuck the living shit out of me!", she said with a grin. Tom shrugged in acceptance. "Okay, you've talked me into it!" ------- Chapter 11: Girl Talk "Hi, Paige, it's Terri. Can we talk?" Paige froze for a moment with the phone to her ear, too shocked to talk. It was the Sunday afternoon after the Tallman's cocktail party, and Paige was still dealing with the aftereffects of the hot tub session afterwards. Specifically she was still naked, wearing a pair of black stiletto heels that strapped around her ankles, and was simply lazing around the den of their house playing with Fuzzy the kitten. Only an hour before she had given her husband a blowjob, and now he was snoozing on the couch in the living room. It had been like that all weekend. Bob relented in the evenings, allowing his wife to go to bed without the high heels, but otherwise she had spent the entire weekend in nothing but heels. The sex had been incredible, almost non-stop, like a repeat of their honeymoon. As a bonus, since she was naked, Bob had to do the cooking, which was a wonderful change. She would have to remember that for the future. "Paige? Paige? You there?" Paige came out of her trance with a start. "Hmmm? Yeah, I'm here. I just zoned out a bit. Terri? That you?" "You all right?", Terri replied worriedly. What if she and Tom had been wrong and Paige was in trouble! "Just fine. Give me a moment." Paige carried the phone up the stairs and down the hall to their bedroom, where she flopped down on the bed. "There, that's better, now we can talk all we want." "Oh?" "Bob was napping in the living room and I might wake him, so I went into another room. How you doing?" "That was my question for you. How are you doing?", asked Terri. Paige let out a contented purr. "Mmmmm... I am doing just great!" "Oh? Tell me!" Paige described how her husband was using her for sex all weekend and how much she was enjoying it. "What about you and Tom?" "Well, similar but not quite as crazy. Listen, the reason I called was that the other night, when I asked if you wanted to come over some afternoon, you said yes. I was wondering if you meant that." Paige's eyes opened wide at that. She remembered the question and her answer, though she hadn't said anything about it to Bob. In fact, the entire weekend, neither had really discussed the hot tub scene, they had just screwed non-stop. "Yes, I mean, I remember." "And?" It took Paige a second to respond. "Uh, I'd like that. I guess, I mean, you were serious?" "Absolutely. Listen, if you don't want to..." Paige interrupted Terri. "No, I just wasn't sure if you were serious. I'd like to. Did you mean now?" Terri laughed. "No, I'm pretty much taking care of Tom this weekend. I was figuring someday this week, after work maybe?" It took the two women a bit of figuring to find a time to get together. Between Paige's work at the bank and Terri's appointments as a real estate broker, it was hard to find a time to get together without their husbands being around. Finally Paige simply announced that she would fake a bug after lunch on Wednesday and come home early. "As long as you don't get in trouble.", commented Terri. "Just come on over. We can use the tub again if you want." "How about you come over here! I can show you around the house." "I'd like that! Wednesday it is, as soon as I see you come home." ------- Terri had an early morning showing that went about as well as she had expected, which was nowhere. It was the third home she had shown this couple and, like the first two, wasn't what they wanted. The problem was that they had champagne tastes and a beer budget. She had parted with the suggestion that they review their priorities but doubted they would. She had driven home shortly after eleven, to shower again and change. Now she was wearing a tube top and tight denim shorts, and a pair of flip-flops, and watching out the window for Paige to come back. Paige drove in just short of one, and Terri walked over to her neighbor's about five minutes later. She rang the bell, and a few seconds later she heard Paige yell through the door, "Give me a second to grab the kitten!" About ten seconds later the door opened, with Paige cradling a fuzzy gray kitten in her arms. "Hi there, come on in!" "I didn't even know you had a cat.", replied Terri, sticking out a finger to scratch the kitten's nose. Fuzzy batted it playfully. "This is Fuzzy.", said Paige closing the front door behind Terri. "She's a little curious and we don't want her loose outside. Come on in. I just got home." Terri kicked off her flip-flops. "I saw you pull up. I thought you might like a drink." Terri held up a cardboard wine box. "Any problems getting out early?" "None. My boss even put a hand on my forehead to see if I was running a fever, and then told me to take my plague-ridden body home before I infected everyone." Both women laughed at this. "What in the world is that?", she asked, pointing at the wine box. Terri set it down on the coffee table and sat down on the couch, with Paige next to her. Fuzzy was deposited on the coffee table, where she investigated the wine box, then wandered off to an armchair. "It's a wine box. What, you've never seen a wine box before?" Paige looked mystified. "No. What's a wine box?" "Well, I guess it's just wine in a box. There's this plastic bag inside with a spigot, so you can have as much or as little as you want. You like white wine, right?" Paige nodded. "Great. Go get a couple of glasses and I'll open it." Paige scrambled off to grab a couple of wine glasses and came back. Terri turned the box on a side and used a knuckle to punch through the corrugated cardboard opening, peeling it back carefully and pulling out the plastic spout. She repositioned it so it was out of the box, then set the box upright again and filled the two glasses. "See, it's really easy. Here, try it." It was a chardonnay she had tried before. Paige sipped the wine and smiled. "It's not bad, is it?" "No, and it can last a lot longer than an open bottle. So, how have you been?" Paige sipped some more wine. "Good. Hey, have you had lunch?" "I ate some before you came home, but go ahead if you want." Paige blushed. "I got hungry and stopped on the way home." Terri laughed. They talked a bit and then refilled their glasses before standing. Paige led Terri on a small tour of the downstairs, followed around by Fuzzy. "Let me grab the wine box and you can show me upstairs.", commented Terri. Both women had already finished two glasses and were working on a third. Paige smiled. "Absolutely!" The two women went up the stairs, where Paige briefly showed the two secondary bedrooms before leading Terri down the hall to the master bedroom. Terri grinned as she saw the Turner's king-size bed. "Now that's a nice big bed. Tom and I have a queen size." Paige giggled. "Bob said he wanted a big playroom." She pointed at the bathroom. "We don't have a hot tub, but we do have a nice whirlpool tub in there." Terri glanced through the door and nodded. "That will do. Hey, do you want to get a little more comfortable? You're still dressed for work." Paige nodded. She was still in her work outfit of a fitted jacket, linen blouse, and calf-length beige skirt with low heels. "I was going to change when you knocked." "Well, you get comfortable and I'll pour us another glass." Terri quickly filled their glasses in the time that Paige took to kick off her shoes and slip off her jacket. Paige looked as if she was about to find some different clothes, so Terri solved that problem for her. Reaching down, she grabbed the bottom of her tube top and skinned it off, then stripped off her shorts. She hadn't bothered with panties, so she was laying on the bed, as naked as the day she was born, grinning at Paige. Paige smiled. "Maybe I won't bother with changing." She eyed Terri appreciatively as she undressed. Naked, she got on the bed with her neighbor and kissed her. Moments later a scrabbling at their feet announced the intrusion of Fuzzy. Laughing, Paige climbed off the bed, grabbed the errant feline, and set her out in the hall, closing the door on the kitten. "She gets in the way of everything!" "Everything?", laughed Terri. "Everything! She wants to sleep on the bed between us, so we leave her in the hall until afterwards, then we let her in." "After what?", teased Terri. "After screwing our brains out! Like this weekend! Oh my God, was that intense!" Paige drank some more wine and reclined back on the bed. Terri snuggled up next to her and cupped a breast. "Bob, he was like an animal! He was insatiable!" "Was that because of the way you were dressing for him?" Paige turned slightly to caress Terri's tits. "Ummm, no..." She shuddered slightly as Terri tweaked a nipple. "Well, that was part of it, I guess, but ever since we got it on in the hot tub, he has been like a new man. By Monday morning he was exhausted, a pale imitation of the former Bob." Terri lowered her face and licked Paige's nipples, eliciting a happy squeal. "Was that the first time you guys ever did something like that?" "Yes! I mean, I had told Bob that I had been with women before, but I don't think he really believed me. Like, I was just teasing him. But that night, when he saw us going at it, it just totally turned him on!" Paige slipped a finger down Terri's body, lingering slowly at her belly button, before moving on and slipping between her pussy lips. It was Terri's turn to shudder and moan. "It was so hot watching you two fuck in the hot tub! Tom kept asking me all weekend if I wanted to do it again, and if I wanted to do Bob and if I wanted him to do you." Paige's fingers rubbed her throbbing clit and Terri gasped again. "Oh, Jesus!" Talk ended for the time being as the two women started fucking each other, hard and fast, their lips all over each other's tits and their hands probing furiously at their pussies. First it was Terri that came, then she retaliated, forcing a major orgasm on Paige, who fingerfucked Terri back. At the end, it was Paige who rolled away, gasping for air after an incredible orgasm brought about with three of Terri's fingers up her pussy, mauling it as she searched for Paige's g-spot — she had found it! "Oh my God!", gasped Paige, panting and struggling for breath. "Yeah!" Terri sat up and refilled their wine glasses, handing one to Paige. A scrabbling at the door made her turn her head. "Somebody wants back in." "No way! Give me a chance to get my breath back and I am going for some payback." "You'll never break me!", laughed Terri. "I'll die first!" "What a way to go." "That's what Tom said this weekend." Paige eyed Terri speculatively. "Was that before or after he asked about swapping?" Terri shrugged. "I am guessing you guys haven't ever... ?" Paige shook her head. "No. I mean, I did it once, before I met Bob, with another guy, but not us. He's sort of conventional about that sort of thing." "Maybe not as conventional as you think. It sounds like watching us really turned him on. Maybe you guys can come over some evening for a party, just the four of us." Paige's eyes widened, and she had a nervous look. Terri hurriedly continued. "Listen, nothing will happen you don't want to happen. It's something called a 'soft swing.' We stay with our partners, but do some public stuff. You know, maybe get undressed, some petting and necking, we give our husbands a hummer or they eat us, maybe you fuck Bob and I fuck Tom. That sort of thing. You'd just be watching us and we would be watching you." Paige gave a curious shrug. "Maybe. I'd like it, but I'd need to talk to Bob. You sound like you do this a lot. Do you?" Terri returned a coy smile and shrug. "Maybe. I mean, discretion is important, right? While we don't have exactly an 'open' marriage, we have done some swinging and swapping before. I mean, with guys. Tom doesn't have any problem with me and other women!" She grinned as she said this. "After I told him I was coming over here today, he gave me a really hot fuck, down in the living room!" "Well, I'll let you know. I won't lie to Bob and I'm sure he's going to go nuts when I tell him about us this afternoon, but I don't know about the other." Paige stretched cat-like on the bed and sipped some more wine. "So, what's going on with the Blockings? Did you get your wheelbarrow back?" Terri sat up and crossed her legs Indian-style. "Yeah, it was in our driveway the next day, though no explanations. I don't think things are all that wonderful over there. I think they're in Splitsville." "No! Really?" Terri nodded. "I was talking to Brenda the other day and she said that she saw Jerry heading out to his car the next day with a couple of suitcases and his car hasn't been back since. She hasn't talked to Barbara since the party, but she said she was really unhappy even before the party. She could barely talk to him that night." "I remember! She told me and Georgia last week that it had been two years since they had screwed. I couldn't believe it, but after that night I'm ready to believe.", said Paige. "Two years!? Holy shit! I'd be going crazy, too!" Terri smiled at Paige. "Sounds like I should offer Tom's services." Paige laughed loudly. "She'd like yours as well." "What? You mean... what?" Terri eyed her friend speculatively. "I'm just saying that I think Barbara would be very open to an either/or approach." Terri pushed harder. "Are you saying the two of you..." Paige simply shrugged coyly. "I don't fuck and tell." "I think you just did!" "Hey, you like toys?!" Paige rolled over and pulled open a drawer on her nightstand. Terri crawled half over Paige to look into her friend's toy drawer. "Oooh! You've got lots of toys!" Paige started passing them to her and Terri dropped them on the bed. "Neat!" Once they were all on the bed, Paige rolled over and spread them out between them. She picked up a pink hard plastic vibrator of medium size, about seven inches long and a little over an inch in diameter. "This one's my favorite!" Terri took it from her and turned it on. The vibrator was surprisingly powerful. "Has Bob bought you any of these?" "Bob bought all of these for me." Terri looked surprised. "Really!? I've known some guys who feel threatened by these things, like it means that they aren't good enough." Paige shook her head. "He knows better. He buys them for me and uses them on me. We have some great times with them!" She picked up a monstrously large latex model almost twice the size of the pink one. "Still, he doesn't always get it right. This one is a bit too large." "I guess! What's this?" "Oooh, that's new." Paige took her new remote control egg from Terri and then found the control. She demonstrated how it worked. "That's my newest. The egg goes inside and then I give Bob the control. We can be driving along or out at dinner or at a club and he can zap me. It can drive you nuts! I usually have to take it away from him after a while, it gets so intense." "Wow!" Terri was appropriately impressed. Paige blushed. "The most incredible time is when it's in the front and he's in the back. It is just so fucking insane!" Terri gave her friend a surprised look. "You mean anal? You like it?" Terri was decidedly ambivalent on anal. She had to be half-looped and incredibly turned on, like during a swap session, to go down the Hershey Highway. "Absolutely! It makes me come so hard! You?" Terri waved her fingers side to side, in a so-so motion. "We just never got into it. I need to be half-lit to get into." "Well, we did! I mean, it's not every time, but if we're planning a weekend or a special night, I always get ready.", replied Paige. "How? I mean, how did you ever start?" Paige shrugged. "Well, the first time it was like you said, I was half-lit up and Bob and I were watching this porn flick and getting into it. We had a vibrator out — this was about a year after we got married — and the couple on the screen was using one on her ass, so we tried it, too. Felt great! So when the guy lubed up, we put some baby oil on his cock and I knelt on the bed and Bob slipped it in. That was incredible, but afterwards, just incredibly messy! I mean, just... messy. You know?" "Yuck!" Paige nodded again. "Yeah, yuck, but the sex was unreal, so I got on the Internet and researched anal sex and figured it out." "You know, when they invented the Internet, I don't think that was what they had in mind.", quipped Terri. Paige laughed. "No shit!" Then she laughed again. "Really, no shit, that was what we needed to accomplish. So I learned about enemas and got a home kit and some lube, and the next weekend I cleaned myself out and then gave Bob the KY and we got really nasty that night." "Wow!" "Yeah. Anyway, doggy style is our favorite anyway, and this gives him two ways to go. Sometimes, when he's fucking my pussy, he plays with a vibrator up my ass. That's just as good. What's your favorite position?" Terri thought for a second. "Me on top, riding the guy. I get so much more control that way. I can speed up or slow down, touch him or me, and he can munch on my tits. That's what does it for me." Terri stopped talking. Taking the large latex vibrator, she placed it at the opening to Paige's pussy and worked it inside. Paige had been so worked up it slid in easily. She gasped, then returned the favor with her pink plastic model. For the next fifteen minutes the two women writhed on the bed, fucking each other with different toys. Terri pulled away, panting. "Jesus! Listen, some time you are going to have to come over. I have this double headed dildo, we can both put it in and fuck each other with it." "Wow, never done that before!" Paige was equally breathless. "I need another drink!" She poured some more wine for herself and Terri. "This is pretty neat. I'll have to get one. The wine doesn't go bad if it's open?" Terri shook her head. "No. The plastic bag inside collapses, so no air gets to the wine. It can last for weeks." She sipped some more wine. "When does your husband get home?" Paige glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Not for a couple of hours. We have plenty of time." "For what?", asked Terri with a smile. "To catch our breaths, have a nice long session of 69, and clean up. Then, after you go home, I am going to get ready to give Bob a long, long night. He won't be able to walk in the morning." "That sounds like an excellent idea!" Terri drained her glass, and after Paige refilled it, lazed back in her friend's arms. Tom was in for an excellent evening as well. ------- Chapter 12: Massage Therapy "Barb, it's Terri. I just called to thank you for bringing the wheelbarrow back. Was that you or Jerry who brought it back?" Barbara Blockings blushed to her toes at the question. Thank God Terri couldn't see her. She was mortified at the question. "Uh, I rolled it back Saturday morning. I guess you guys were still asleep. It was a great party." "Definitely!", agreed Terri. "We were exhausted and slept late the next day. Anyway, thank you. Jerry all right? Was he sick?" No, just a drunken asshole! "No, he just had a little too much to drink." "Well, that can happen. Listen, would you like to come over? It's Friday and we can have a drink and relax, talk. Maybe it would be good to get out of the house for a bit." Terri had delayed calling for a day, to see if Jerry came back, but he hadn't. "That'd be nice! If I stay here I am going to go nuts!" It seemed to Terri that Barbara practically jumped at the chance to get out. Maybe Paige was right about something being wrong at the Blockings. "Well, come on over. We can go down to the basement and have a few drinks and banish Tom to the attic or something. When can you come over?" It was almost six-thirty and she and Tom had grabbed a couple of burgers on the way home. "Give me ten minutes!" Terri simply shook her head as she hung up. Barbara was trying to keep it all in and totally failing at it. She stood up and went looking for her husband. She found him in their bedroom, coming out of the bathroom. He looked at her curiously. "Honey, Barbara's coming over." Tom simply raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm?" Terri shrugged. "It might just be a girl's night boozing in the basement, but it might be more. Interested?" Tom gave her a curious nod, and she continued. "I might call you down to do a massage, a special massage, you know?" Tom nodded. "And if you don't?" "Later I'll get you to do a special massage for me." The doorbell rang and Terri kissed her husband on the cheek. "Later, babe." Terri headed back downstairs and skipped over to the front door. She opened it to find Barbara standing there looking worn out and forlorn. "Come on in! How are you doing?", asked Terri cheerily. "Tom's home but I locked him upstairs. We can have a girl's night." "I could do with that.", admitted Barbara ruefully. "It's been a long week." "Well, come on downstairs. I said the basement, but it's actually a finished basement with a bar. We can get lit up if you want." Terri led Barbara to the basement door and flipped the lights on. As she followed her neighbor to the basement, Barbara noticed the subdued lighting and plush carpet and a small bar against one wall. At the other end of the room was a small workout area. "This is the playroom in more ways than one!", commented Terri. "Wow! I had no idea!" "We had it done when we did the decks and hot tub two years ago." She led the way to the bar and went around the back of it. "Belly up to the bar! What can I get you?" Barbara smiled and shrugged. "What do you have?" "What don't we have? I mean, there's no dancing girls and stage show, but the rest is covered. Wine? Beer? Mixed drink?" At the mention of a mixed drink, Barbara raised a finger. "Can I get a vodka Collins?" "Two vodka Collins coming up!" Terri opened a small refrigerator and got out some ice, then found a bottle of Collins mixer and grabbed a bottle of Stolichnaya off the shelf behind the bar. She set it all on the bar and grabbed a couple of tall glasses, then came around to the side with Barbara. She settled onto a bar stool next to her friend and made a couple of tall and frosty drinks. "Cheers!" The two women clinked glasses and drank. Barbara finished hers in three heavy swallows. Terri simply made her another. This also was gone before Terri had finished hers. After she made the third, she said, "Honey, you need to slow down, or we're taking you home in the wheelbarrow." It was the wrong thing to say. Barbara suddenly looked stricken and burst into tears. "Shit!", cried Terri, climbing off her barstool and wrapping her arms around her friend. "I'm sorry, that was stupid, I'm sorry..." Barbara cried for several more minutes as Terri tried to soothe her, rubbing her back and apologizing repeatedly. Finally, sniffling, she sat back and used her fingers to wipe her eyes. Terri reached across the bar and found a roll of paper towels. Barbara pulled several off and began blowing her nose and wiping her face clean. "I'm sorry about that. You'd think I'd have gotten used to it by now." "Used to what?" Barbara took a deep breath. "Jerry's gone. I threw him out Saturday morning." "Oh shit." Terri's shoulders slumped. It was true, after all. "I'm sorry." "Yeah." Barbara blew her nose again, a real honker. "He came inside early Saturday morning, trying to sneak in, but I was already up. The kids were already up and had seen him outside sleeping it off in the wheelbarrow. Anyway, he came inside and tried to make light of it but it was so ludicrous. He had puked on himself and peed his pants and smelled. I told him he had one hour to get cleaned up and dressed and get out." Barbara took another drink of her vodka Collins, but she set it back down without draining the glass. "He came out of the shower to try and sweet talk me but I already had a suitcase on the bed. I told him it was either him or me, and if I left I would serve him with papers before he got home on Monday. He left." "So you haven't served him yet? Are you going to divorce him?" Barbara shook her head. "I don't know. I mean, we can't go on this way. I don't know what's wrong, but he's drinking and ignoring me and the kids. It can't stay this way, I won't let him stay this way around the kids and me, but I still love him!" She wailed the last bit and started crying again. Terri hugged her until she settled down. "I'm sorry. I don't know what to say, but I'm sorry. How long has he been like this?" Barbara shrugged. "It's been two or three years. I mean, at the start it wasn't bad, but he's been drinking more and ignoring me more. It was just after he got promoted to branch manager..." "Could that be it? The pressure?" Again, Barbara shrugged. "Maybe, but he's good at it. He's good at it! He gets bonuses like you wouldn't believe — I mean, I don't need to work — and his office had been top in the region for two years straight. You'd think that would have him feeling up, not down, right?" It was Terri's turn to look mystified. "So when you say he's been ignoring you..." "I mean he's ignoring me. I get more enjoyment from the Energizer Bunny than from Jerry.", Barbara answered bitterly. "Could he be seeing anybody else, an affair?", asked Terri. "Who'd have the bastard?", snapped Barbara. Terri refused to reply. "Listen, you need to relax. You are as tight as a drum. You need to have another drink or two and then relax. Can you stay late? Kids expecting you home?" Barbara shook her head. Only Rusty was at home, the others were staying over at friends' houses. Rusty was fine by himself. "Would you like a massage?" "A massage?" "Yeah, you know, a backrub type massage? You have no idea how good they feel. You will love it!" "You do massages? Where did you learn that?" Terri shook her head. "Not me. Tom. He actually had a license as a massage therapist before he got into real estate. He's unreal! You will feel so good! Trust me!" "Uhhhh..." "I'll be here the entire time. He's very professional." At least to start with... "Well, if it's not a bother. I don't want to put him out.", protested Barbara weakly. She had never had a real massage before. "Trust me, he'd love to help out." Terri went around behind the bar and activated a remote control that Barbara never knew existed. "Tom, you there?" A tinny and scratchy response came from the speaker. "Can you give Barb a massage in about fifteen minutes?" Another scratchy response elicited a "Thank you.", from Terri. "All set!", she said brightly. "Uh, okay, I guess. It's a little surprising. I've never done this before." Terri made her guest another drink. "Here, by the time Tom is here, you can finish this off and be ready for him." "I have to get ready?" "Come over here." Terri took Barbara by the hand and led her to the other end of the basement, where the workout equipment was. A small home gym was set up in one corner, and in the other corner was a massage table. Terri took a large white terry cloth robe off a hook and handed it to Barbara. "Go in the bathroom and strip down, then put on the robe." Barbara's eyes widened at that. "What? You can't get a massage fully dressed! Go!" Barbara went into the bathroom and Terri went back to the bar to freshen her drink. A mumbling came from the bathroom and she went back. "What?" Barbara called through the door, "Everything?" "Everything! Bra, panties, everything. Trust me, you'll have a towel and a robe on!" She went back to the bar and finished her refill. Barbara came out of the bathroom, wrapped in the oversized bathrobe and carrying her clothing in a tight ball, just as Tom came down the stairs. Suddenly she looked very small and nervous. She hadn't been undressed in front of a man other than her husband in twenty years. Even her doctors had been women! Fortunately, Tom looked and acted very professional and simply smiled. "Hi, Barb. Terri says you need a massage?" Before she could react, he went behind her and placed a hand on her neck. He moved his fingers briefly and suddenly Barbara's nervousness left her. His fingers felt so good! "You are as stiff as a board!", he exclaimed. "You need a massage!" "Absolutely!", agreed his wife. She served up a round of drinks three ways. "Here, you lie down on the table... no, face down... get comfortable." Barbara lay, still in her bathrobe, face down on the table, suddenly feeling self-conscious again. It got worse when Terri ordered her to lift up and began tugging the robe off. She looked around but Tom had gone into the bathroom. She allowed Terri to pull the bathrobe off and was surprised when she draped a large towel across her back, covering her back and bottom. Tom returned from the bathroom with a bottle of massage oil and a few more towels. He was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and was barefoot. He pushed the sleeves of the sweatshirt up and Barbara stared curiously as he poured some oil on his hands and rubbed it in, then he moved to the side and poured a little between her shoulder blades. Then he began to massage her back and she gasped in relaxation. Tom Tallman really was a good massage therapist, not just somebody who knew how to give a backrub. He first worked on Barbara's back, then her legs, then everywhere in between. By the time she was finished on the backside, the towel was gone and she felt relaxed and incredibly horny, with his fingers touching her in places she had forgotten she had, working muscles she had forgotten existed. She eagerly rolled over when asked, forgetting she was naked, and allowed him to work on her arms and legs. She simply lay there, eyes closed, luxuriating in the feeling of total bliss. It was only when her arms and legs and abdomen were finished with that Barbara realized things had moved into a higher gear. She felt hands massaging her breasts, not just massaging them, but fondling them, caressing them, arousing them. She opened her eyes nervously to see that it was Terri, not Tom, touching her, and that Terri was naked. "Relax, this is a special massage. Enjoy it.", Terri said softly. Suddenly Barbara wasn't scared. She looked down to her feet to find that Tom was also naked, his beautiful and stiff erection pointing out and up. He smiled and nodded, but didn't say anything. She turned back to Terri and smiled, then lay back and closed her eyes again. Terri smiled at her husband and the two person 'special' massage started. A special massage was another excellent way for the two swingers to open up newcomers and tonight was no different. A special massage was designed to both relax and excite the partner, and tonight was no different. Terri began to focus on Barbara's distended nipples, causing her to moan silently. Terri lowered her face to Barbara and whispered, "Spread your legs." Barbara shifted slightly, allowing her legs to spread slightly. Terri lowered her face further, letting their lips touch, and Barbara eagerly kissed back. Then she gasped, her back arching, and she cried out into Terri's mouth. Tom had leaned down to begin licking at her pussy, and Barbara orgasmed instantly. The married couple continued to pleasure Barbara, with Tom eating her pussy expertly as Terri kissed and nibbled her tits. Barbara gasped and shook as wave after wave of orgasm flashed through her. She felt like her pussy was on fire, melting her. She felt limp and boneless, her clit throbbing as Tom's tongue and fingers moved over and around it. After a particularly intense come, she felt Terri move away slightly and opened her eyes. She looked up beseechingly at Terri, who smiled back. "You need more. Scooch down and open your legs wider." Barbara looked down at the foot of the table, where Tom was standing, his cock pointing at her, smiling. "You need this.", repeated Terri. She helped Barbara move towards the end of the table, and Barbara spread her legs. Tom tucked his arms under her legs, lifting them and spreading them, and stepped closer. Terri guided his cock to her friend's pussy and slipped her husband's cockhead inside. Tom pushed inside slowly and Barbara Blockings felt the first cock in her cunt in two years. Her back arching, she came immediately! Tom stood still, his cock buried in the hot blonde's hot pussy, even though every instinct told him to pound into her. It seemed like an eternity but the reality was only a few seconds before Barbara slumped slightly and opened her eyes. Terri helped her up slightly, so that she was leaning back on her elbows. "Give into it.", Terri said. She nodded to Tom, who began to slowly pump his hips back and forth, fucking into Barbara's cunt. It seemed incredibly tight. Tom knew that the tightness of a woman's pussy had absolutely nothing to do with how much sex she was getting and everything to do with the tone of her body and muscles, but Barbara's pussy felt wonderful to him. Terri stood at Barbara's side, helping to support her as she looked down between her heaving tits to watch Tom fucking her, and she played with Barbara's nipples. Each thrust of Tom's cock threatened to send her over the edge, and Terri playing with her nipples wasn't helping matters. When Terri began whispering in her ear about how erotic it looked, Barbara lost it a second time, moaning and crying out as she came, hard. Tom began to speed up his pace, losing any semblance of self control. He slammed his cock into her, ground against her clit and groaned, spewing jism into her cunt. He held himself in place and Barbara rode out the orgasm as she felt his cock throb within her. After a minute, both Tom and Barbara sagged and separated, Tom pulling back and allowing his softening cock to slip free. Barbara took a deep breath and said, "God, it's been so long..." Tom gave an evil laugh and Barbara eyed him curiously. "What?" Terri answered for her husband. "Oh, sweetie, we're not done, we're just getting started!" Barbara's eyes widened but any response was interrupted by Terri leaning in and kissing her hard and thoroughly. Barbara blinked as Terri pulled back, and watched the Tallmans switch positions. Terri looked at the cream pie her husband had left and smacked her lips lewdly. "Umm, umm, good!", she quipped and dove in. She was slurping the mixed juices at Barbara's crotch loudly. Barbara turned her head to see Tom standing next to her, his limp cock dangling wetly between, them, glistening with their come. "Let me help you with that.", she said. Tom stepped up to the massage table and Barbara shifted slightly, opening her mouth and letting his cockhead slip inside. She reached out awkwardly to begin fondling his shaft and balls. Tom helped by reaching out to cradle her shoulders and head, and Barbara began some serious cocksucking. Again Tom wondered what was wrong with Jerry. His wife was incredibly responsive and talented in the sack! She was definitely going to get him to pop in record time, despite just blowing his load a few minutes prior. Tom tried to pull back. "You keep doing that and I am going to come." Barbara looked up at him and smiled. "It's been way too long since I've tasted come. Do it! Come in my mouth!" Then she turned her face and went back to Hoovering his cock, jacking his shaft and rubbing his balls. It was too much for the man; groaning lowly he thrust into her mouth and spurt after hot creamy spurt erupted onto her tongue. Barbara greedily swallowed it all. Tom was breathing heavily when he pulled away, almost staggering with exertion. Laughing, he collapsed onto a couch at the side. "Now that's what I call a workout!" The two women laughed, and Terri helped Barbara up and off the massage table. "I should be going.", said Barbara. "Why!? The night's still young and Studly here still has a few volts in his battery." Tom simply shrugged noncommittally and made waffling motions with a hand. Terri waved him off. "We have a few drinks, relax, and have some more fun. I promise, we'll have you back at your house no later than tomorrow night." Barbara laughed lightly. She felt better than she had in months. "Well, when you put it that away. You'd better put some vitamins in his." "Vitamins, Gatorade, and Viagra, mixed with some amphetamines and uppers to keep him going. He'll be dead by morning, but he'll have a stiff cock and a smile on his face.", replied Terri. "Hey, a man's got to do what a man's got to do!", said Tom from the couch. He stayed there and watched as the two beautiful women went over to the bar, then got up and went into the bathroom. He returned with another couple of robes, and all three dressed. When Barbara eyed him with a laughing eye, he commented, "I'm starting to stick to the furniture." "Yuck!", said Terri, her face screwing up in disgust. He just shrugged. What are you going to do about it. You fuck your brains out; your balls and cock get sticky! The women brought the drinks over and Barbara watched as Terri took a comforter off the back of the couch and spread it on the carpet. She sat down on it and sipped her drink. The other two joined her, chatting and drinking, relaxing. Barbara became quite candid about what she liked and what had been missing from her marriage in the last few years. Neither Terri nor Tom could explain what was going on with Jerry. Tom finished his drink first and stood, then over to the bar, leaving the two women watching him. He made another drink, an oversized version in a tall glass, and brought it back. Sitting down again, he took a healthy swig and handed it to his wife. She finished her first drink off and set the empty glass behind her and eyed her husband curiously. Tom stripped off his robe and sat before them Indian fashion. "That's an interesting view.", commented Barbara as she eyed Tom's cock. It was slowly thickening, though it still lay heavy between his legs. "I've always liked it.", interjected Terri. She sipped at the oversized drink and then passed it to her friend. Barbara watched as Terri took off her robe and tossed it aside. She put her own glass behind her and smiled as she drank from Tom's glass. "I guess it's my turn. I'd hate to be the only one dressed at the orgy. Is this an orgy?" Tom shrugged and smiled. "I believe that it's technically a ménage a trios, but if you want, we can call some friends and make it an official orgy. Interested?" He reached out with one hand to grab his glass back, and with the other to cup and fondle one of Barbara's tits. Barbara's eyes widened. "An orgy! Really?! You guys do that sort of thing?" Terri moved closer and began to play with Barbara's other breast. "Well, we have an open marriage of sorts. We often have friends over, like you, for private parties. It's up to you, but we'd love to have you come over for some. I can guarantee to find some guys who would be happy to help you out." Terri slid a hand down between Barbara's thighs to begin tickling her clit. "Believe me!" Barbara shuddered with pleasure, then responded, "Uh, let me think about that a bit. It's been a long time since I've been with anybody but Jerry." She took a large drink and then another before handing the glass off. Tom and Terri concentrated on caressing and fondling her lush body and they quickly finished the glass. Ready for the next round, his cock stiff with anticipation, Tom set the glass aside and gently pushed Barbara onto her back. He and his wife snuggled up to her on each side and began running their hands over her, stimulating her endlessly, alternating kissing her lips and her heaving tits. Then Tom moved so that Barbara was rolled onto her side, away from him. Slipping a knee between hers, he lifted her legs apart and pushed his cock against her from behind. Terri used her fingers to guide his cockhead into her drenched pussy and he pushed home as Barbara gasped happily. Tom was slowly fucking her clenching pussy from behind as Barbara asked Terri, "What about you?" "I'll get plenty of that later! Do you eat pussy?" Barbara shyly nodded. "Get to work!", cried Terri happily. She twisted around so that she was laying on her side facing Barbara's come-slickened cunt with the oversized cock plowing it from behind. She scooched over closer so that she and Barbara were in a sideways sixty-nine, and shivered with delight as their friend began eating her pussy as she began licking Barbara's clit and her husband's cock. Ten minutes later, as Barbara moaned in orgasm, she heard her husband grunt and watched his cock swell slightly and jets of come seemed to pulse up his cockshaft into Barbara's grasping cunt. Even their come seemed to taste different at that point. The three fell apart. "Oh my God!", gasped Barbara. "Yeah!", agreed a panting Tom. Terri shifted around and smiled at Barbara. "Just remember my offer of lining up a few friends!" She and Barbara giggled and hugged. ------- Chapter 13: Girl's Night Out "Coming in!", yelled Paige. She was standing at the gate to Georgia's fenced in back yard, wearing a bikini, cover-up, flip-flops, and carrying a bottle. "Put some clothes on or you're going to scare the neighbors!" She opened the gate and went in, then closed it behind her. "Hell, the neighbors are already here.", replied Brenda Houseman, waving at the others. Also present were Terri Tallman and Barbara Blockings. She and the others, including Georgia, were laying on various chaise lounges or deck chairs halfway between the pool and the blender. "I brought reinforcements.", commented Paige, lifting the bottle she was carrying. Georgia stood up and came over. "Ooh, rum, and good stuff, too." It was a bottle of one of the better Bacardi brands. "You didn't have to, but since you did, rum punch?" Paige and the others agreed, and Georgia began to putter around her elaborate blender. "Okay, the Saturday afternoon hen party is officially started!" "I see you got the blender back.", said Brenda. "Yes, Barb's boys came over the middle of last week and picked it up." She turned to Barbara and said, "They've very helpful young men!" Barbara snorted, "Yeah, so how come their bedrooms are such a disaster? They can cart blenders around the neighborhood but can't empty their trashcans!" "Maybe Georgia's paying them an allowance different than the one you pay!", replied Brenda cattily. Barbara practically choked on her drink. "Oh behave! They're just boys, for God's sake!" The others laughed as Brenda commented that they looked plenty old enough to her while Barbara protested her sons' innocence. Georgia just smiled inwardly, since the 'allowance' she had paid the boys when they had brought back the blender was precisely what Brenda was alluding to; she had spent a long afternoon in a threesome with them. "So, how was your weekend away?", asked Paige to Georgia. "I haven't seen you since then. What, was it two weeks ago?" Georgia nodded. "Unh huh! It was pretty wild, I have to admit!" The others motioned for more information. "Well, I mean, you know I went to Sarasota for the weekend. Tampa and then south a bit? Anyway, I was meeting a friend and we were going out on his boat with his brother and his wife..." "Your friend brought his wife?", asked an incredulous Brenda. "No, no, no! Though that does sound interesting... It was his brother's wife. Also another couple of guys they knew were coming along. It was a 40 or 45 foot speedboat, big sucker, with a big cabin down below." "So it was four guys and two women? You had three guys chasing you around the boat?", asked Terri. "Three?" "Well, the other guy brought his wife, right?" Georgia grinned broadly and drained her rum punch. She poured some more and said, "Baby, right math but you got it so wrong! It was four guys and two women! Mario couldn't care less what Ramona was doing, or who!" "Oh my God!", gasped Barbara. "You mean... ?" "Exactly! It was mix and match all weekend long! Ramona and I could barely walk by Monday morning. It was in-fucking-credible!" The others shook their heads in either disbelief or envy, and Georgia smirked a little. It had been a pretty wild weekend. "So what does this guy do that he can afford a giant yacht?", asked Terri. "And does he have a brother?" "He's married.", interjected Paige. "That doesn't seem to be an issue.", replied Terri. Georgia and the others laughed at this, then Georgia answered. "I'm not completely sure. We never really discussed it, but I have a very strong suspicion it involves importation of South American pharmaceutical products." She held a finger to her nose and mimed sniffing. "Not that I personally indulge in that, but they had a very ample supply and no apparent worries about usage." "You don't do coke?", asked Brenda. Georgia shook her head. "Booze all the time, pot some of the time. That's about it. You?" Brenda shrugged. "I've never turned any down, but I've never bought any either. It's interesting, but it's a little too hard core for me." She looked at the others; only Terri admitted to having tried cocaine before, though everyone admitted to smoking pot, even if it was back in college. "I saw some contractors over at your place the other day.", commented Paige to Brenda. Brenda nodded. "The AC died on us on Tuesday and we needed an emergency operation. I told Frank that if it wasn't done within 24 hours I was leaving him and moving to a motel! I mean, listen, I'm from Florida - I love Florida! - but the only thing that makes Florida civilized is air conditioning!" The weather had been unbearably hot earlier in the week, Paige remembered. "So now you're laying around outside in the heat instead of inside in cool comfort." "And drinking!" Paige admitted the wisdom of this, and made another round of rum punches. "Besides," continued Brenda, "I needed a mental health day." The others agreed with this as well. Georgia asked, "So, where's the two holy terrors?" "Who knows? Who cares?! I told their father that if he didn't take them out today I was going to be very, very unsympathetic late at night for a very, very long time." Barbara giggled at this. "And if he did take them out?" "I didn't get all that specific, but I did imply something involving whips, chains, and industrial strength lubricants!" The others all laughed loudly at this, but Paige especially. "Good lord. I had to promise Bob that this morning!" "What?! Why?!" "The kitten caught her first mouse this morning and drove Bob nuts chasing it around the living room. He's not exactly a cat person." "No?", asked Barbara. "So how come you have a cat?" Brenda said, "He might not like cats, but I bet he likes pussy!" All the others laughed raucously at this "It drove him nuts this morning. I made him actually catch the mouse and put it outside. His latest nickname for Fuzzy is 'Gator bait'! Oral sex will be involved, I've been told." Georgia turned to Barbara. "Any improvements on the home front?" Barbara looked away briefly, then turned back and gave a shrug and shook her head. "Not really." "So, are you two splitting up?", asked Paige. "I don't know. We've hardly talked since I told him to leave. He called Sunday and we talked, but not really anything special. I just don't know.", admitted Barbara. "Well, as the only expert in the crowd, I have to tell you that you need to start figuring it out.", said Terri. "You're an expert?", asked Barbara, semi-snidely. Terri nodded. "Tom's my second husband, and I'm his second wife." "I'm still working on my first ex-husband.", interjected Brenda drolly. "Same here.", said Paige. "If you don't start thinking about this, you are going to get fucked over when he starts thinking about it!", continued Terri. "Is that what happened to you?" "No, we were actually fairly civilized about it. No kids, no house, we just split things down the middle and walked away. You, on the other hand, have kids, house, investments, retirement packages, all sorts of shit that can really fuck you over!" Barbara stared at her neighbor wide-eyed, her mouth open. Terri rolled her eyes and said, "So, first things first. What's happening with your bank account? You're still spending money. Where's it coming from?" Barbara blinked. "Actually, I can answer that. Jerry's paycheck is direct deposit and it's still going in, both last week and this." "Savings account?" "Still there. I can access the bank online and it's all normal." Terri continued. "So, the same applies to him. He needs cash. What's he living on? Where's he staying? Is he running up the credit cards? Do you have investments? Can he get them without your signature?" "Oh my God!", wailed Barbara. "Hey, hey, hey, settle down, settle down.", said Brenda. "Nobody is saying Jerry's doing anything like that. I mean I always thought he was okay, at least until the party and all." She looked at the others who quickly agreed with her, to calm down the suddenly nervous Barbara. "Absolutely!", agreed Terri. "Listen, my advice, seriously, get an attorney and an investigator to start checking things out." "A private eye?", asked a disbelieving Barbara. Terri nodded. "All I'm saying is that if things go to shit and you do end up splitting, you're going to need a lawyer and an investigator anyway, so why not start now? And I do mean now! I'll give you my lawyer's name later and you should call him Monday morning, early. I'll call and let him know you're going to call him." "Oh my God!", whispered Barbara to herself. Suddenly her life seemed to be in shambles. She wiped a tear away and drained her glass. "I need another.", she said, to no one in particular. Within the next hour Barbara managed to down at least twice as many drinks as anyone else, and fell asleep on her chaise lounge. When it started to lightly rain mid-afternoon, the others each grabbed a limb and carried her inside. The bundle was a bit awkward and Terri commented, "When she wakes up, someone want to recommend a good spa to her? She can lose a couple of pounds." Paige and Barbara laughed, and Brenda said, "Be nice! We all could stand for that." They deposited Barbara on a couch. An hour later, as the party broke up, Terri asked Georgia, "What about Barb?" Georgia waved a hand dismissively at her sleeping guest. "Let her sleep. She needs it. I'll see she gets home later." The others nodded and left. Just before five, Barbara began to stir and awake. Groaning, she slowly sat upright and looked around blearily, to see Georgia smiling at her from across the living room. She had changed into a t-shirt and shorts, reading a magazine, and Georgia looked up and smiled. "How are you feeling?" Barbara slowly took stock of her situation. "Uhhh, alright, I suppose. Did I fall asleep? What time is it?" "Five. Stay there." Georgia stood up and went into the kitchen, to return with a glass of water and a couple of pill bottles. "Aspirin or Advil?" Barbara pointed at one of the bottles. "Advil." Georgia handed her friend the water and pulled half a dozen Advils out and handed them to Barbara. "Here, take these... no, all of them." Barbara swallowed the pills and drained the water glass. "I am so embarrassed. I should go." "Embarrassed? Why!? Everybody gets drunk sometimes." "But it's exactly what Jerry did that night!" She turned away and started to cry. Barbara reached out and gently turned Barbara's face back towards her. Leaning down, she kissed her softly on the lips. "You're not Jerry and this wasn't the same. Your problem today is different than whatever his problem is." They kissed again. "Come on, you can clean up upstairs." She held her hand out and pulled Barbara upright. Barbara stood up and grabbed her wrap and shoes, and then followed her friend up the stairs and down the hallway. They went into the master bedroom and Georgia pointed at her bathroom. Barbara went in and closed the door. A few minutes later the water began running in the shower. Georgia waited a moment, then smiled to herself. She stripped her clothing off and slipped into the bathroom. Opening her shower door, she slipped inside, much to the surprise of Barbara. "Need help washing your back?" Barbara stared briefly, but smiled and nodded. "That would be nice." Georgia started by briefly soaping up Barbara's back, but quickly turner her around and brought her hands up to her breasts. Barbara returned the favor, and moved closer. They began kissing under the hot spray, slowly at first, but then with much more heat and passion, tongues probing and licking. They both began to shudder in orgasm as they began to probe the other's pussy. Gasping, they pulled apart and allowed the water to clean them. "God, but that was good.", commented Barbara. "Um, hmmm! Honey, you need to get laid." "I should be getting home." "No, you should be going out tonight and getting laid! Take your mind off things. Loosen up!" The concept was intriguing, but Barbara just couldn't imagine such a thing. It had been ages since she had gone out with that on her mind. "No, I need to get home for the kids." "The kids! Give me a break! Are any of them even home on a Saturday night?" Barbara started to argue but stopped. Sheepishly she admitted, "No, they're all out with friends." "So, you and I can go out and have some fun." "I can't.", protested Barbara weakly. "You can and you will!" Barbara's will was weakening. She didn't really want to go home to an empty house. It had been so long since she had gone out partying like Georgia did so frequently. Could she even do that sort of thing anymore? What if nobody even was interested in her? Slowly she allowed Georgia to talk her into it. Georgia wasn't about to let Barbara go home to get ready. Her friend was too nervous; as soon as she hit her front door she'd come up with some reason to stay home. No, she would have to keep her under control. She stepped over to her closet and grabbed a pair of bathrobes and tossed one to Georgia. "Here, put that on while I figure out what to wear." "What? No! I should go home and change." Precisely what she was expecting! "Don't be silly. We're almost the same size. You can borrow something of mine." Barbara laughed. She cupped her C-cup tits and jiggled them at her friend and said, "We aren't even close to the same size!" She knew Georgia's bustline had been... improved... to a DD. Barbara shrugged slightly. "Well, everything else is almost the same. Besides, we won't be wearing bras, so who cares." "What?! No bras!?" "Will you settle down! Jeeze, you'd think you'd never worn a halter top before!" Barbara rooted around in her closet another couple of minutes before pulling out a short dress. She peeled it off the hanger and tossed it across the room. "Here, try this on. It's a little small for me, but probably just right for you." "You're kidding, right?" Barbara stared at the small outfit in horror. "Put it on!", ordered Georgia, shaking her head in disbelief. Barbara was mumbling under her breath as she undid the buttons down the front of the short dress. It was a button front dress with a halter top, in a dark blue print. A light rayon, it molded to her skin as she slipped it on. "I can't wear this.", she whispered half to herself. "No more of that!" Shaking her head, unable to believe she was going along with this, Barbara buttoned the dress, from the top, where it was just below her breasts, down to the bottom hem, which only came down to mid-thigh. She looked in the mirror and couldn't believe it. You could see the outlines of her nipples through the thin fabric! Georgia whistled at her. "That looks better on you than it ever did me!" "No way! Where's my clothes? I can't wear this!" "You can and will!" Georgia took her own dress, equally small and lightweight, and slipped it over her head. It had a pair of spaghetti straps holding it up, and was even shorter than the one Barbara was wearing. "Here, do up the back." She turned away so that Barbara could get to the zipper. "What about underwear?" Georgia laughed disdainfully. "What underwear!? We're going out and getting laid, remember? You're just going to be taking it off anyway!" This brought another round of protests, but Georgia kept her friend in line. "What size shoes do you wear?" Amazingly, they both wore the same size shoes, so Georgia found a pair of high heeled sandals in the closet and passed them over, then grabbed a second pair for herself. Dressed, Georgia chivvied Barbara into doing her makeup a little more dramatically than normal, then grabbed her hand and pulled her downstairs. "Let's go!" The last obstacle was when they got outside and headed for Georgia's Mercedes. Barbara stopped and said, "I need my purse." Georgia kept moving and opened the passenger side door. "No you don't." "But my wallet, my money, my license..." Georgia loaded Barbara inside and closed the door, then went around the side. She started the car and hit the button to lower the top. "You don't need any of that stuff. We'll let the guys buy our drinks, and no matter how good you look in that dress, you don't look like a minor." "I don't know...", said Barbara slowly. Georgia simply laughed and backed out of the driveway, then took off. A few minutes later they were headed toward Orlando. The wind whipping in her hair suddenly had Barbara laughing. "I haven't done this sort of thing since college!", she yelled over the road noise. "Feels good, doesn't it!" Barbara smiled and nodded, and raised her arms, stretching backwards in the seat. She yelled incoherently for a moment, then settled back down and grinned. "I can't believe I'm doing this!" Georgia simply laughed. The first stop was at a downtown Applebee's. Both women were famished and needed sustenance before doing some serious barhopping. Their waiter was college age, and couldn't keep his eyes off the impressive cleavage they were showing; he came back several more times then needed to 'check up' on them. Whenever he left, they would giggle, and Georgia made sure to leave a large tip. "How am I supposed to pay?", asked Barbara. "The next time we do this, you can pay and I'll leave the purse at home.", replied Georgia. "This is insane!" Barbara finished off her drink and they headed back out to Georgia's Mercedes. Next stop was a parking lot a few miles away, on a stretch of road with several bars catering to a younger crowd. Georgia led the way inside. "If we don't see anything we like, we'll head on out to the next one.", she said. Barbara looked around. While Orlando wasn't well known as a college town, it was world-renowned for the various tourist oriented entertainment centers within a few miles, which employed huge numbers of twenty-somethings for their first serious jobs. She followed her friend to the bar and they climbed onto bar stools. They both adjusted their hemlines, which had risen disturbingly high in this evolution, and looked around at the crowd. Barbara leaned over and whispered, "I'm old enough to be these guys' mother!" Georgia ordered a pair of margaritas and whispered back, "Don't be silly. Older sister, maybe. To be a mother to one of these guys you would have had to have been getting laid at 13 or 14." Then Georgia stared and started as Barbara blushed deeply. "Don't tell me! You didn't!" Barbara blushed again and grinned, nodding. "Well, now that you mention it..." "You are such a slut!", said Georgia admiringly. "I didn't give it up until I was 16. My God, you have me beat to shit! When was it?" "Well, it was the summer after I turned 13..." She gave a thoughtful look as she worked it out. "... say about halfway through my 13th year. It was my cousin Bruce." "Oh my God! Incest, too!" "Hey, Eustis is pretty backwards at times. Anyways, he was home from college and visiting for the summer..." Georgia interrupted again. "You were 13 and he was in college?! Oh my God, what depravity!" Barbara laughed and waved off the protest. "Hey, I was tall for my age and I had just developed a really nice rack. I looked older, and he, well, he just looked dreamy! Still does, too! We have a good laugh at family reunions." Georgia motioned her to continue. "So, he was visiting and I got detailed to take him up to the Rod and Gun Club to go fishing." "And he showed you his rod?" "Over and over! I mean, it was like electricity between us. My panties were off about five minutes after we got up there. The rest of the month he was there, we spent an awful lot of time fishing." "And your parents never noticed you never brought back any fish." "We just told them it was 'catch and release.' They never caught on. He taught me everything I ever learned, and I do mean everything! There was this little lean-to up in the woods and we stashed a sleeping bag and a lantern up there, you know, go up, smoke a little dope, get horny, and go wild. We'd have to go skinny-dipping to wash away the evidence, and even that got exciting.", admitted Barbara. "And everyone thinks you're Mrs. Goody Two Shoes!", admired Georgia. "People have no idea the slut you are!" "Was! I haven't done this sort of thing since college. Well, don't blab it around. My life is totally screwed right now anyway. I don't need it worse." "That's why we're here. We may not be able to fix it tonight, but we can certainly make you forget your troubles! Speaking of which, here come a few likely candidates." A pair of younger men came over and asked the women to their table. Barbara and Georgia turned them down, but did accept the offer of a round of drinks and invited them to sit with them at the bar. They chatted the fellows up for a bit, giving them generous glances at their cleavage and legs, then the two men left, figuring they were striking out. At least a couple of other candidates ended up providing drinks before being politely dismissed as well. The real action started a couple of hours later, in the next bar they hit. After talking with one twenty-something for a bit, and accepting a drink, Georgia headed off to the ladies room. When she got back, her new friend was waiting for her, and a pair of men were talking to Barbara. Barbara was enjoying the attention immensely, so Georgia moved over a bit to give them room. Things got very heated after the second round of drinks from the three guys, about the fifth for the two women, who were definitely feeling no pain. Georgia and her new friend Will were kissing passionately, trying to give each other an oral tonsillectomy, with her arm around his neck and his hand cupping and fondling one of her large breasts through her dress. Next to them, the twenty-six year olds, Jack and Joe, were sandwiching Barbara. Jack had one hand inside the top of her dress, directly cupping a warm and heavy tit, and Joe had a hand on her thigh, slid up under the hem of her skirt, and was diddling her bare throbbing clit. Barbara's eyes were half closed as she neared orgasm, her hands white knuckled holding the edge of the bar. Just then the bartender, a beefy guy about thirty-five, with a shaved head and a Fu Manchu mustache, came over. Hitching a thumb towards the back of the bar, he said, "Hey guys, take the action into the back. We can't be having a scene like this out front." "Sure thing.", said Jack. He pulled his hand out from Barbara's top and pulled her to her feet. She was breathing heavily, and he led her by the hand, with Joe, Georgia, and Will following, and a roomful of envious eyeballs watching them. They went down a short hallway past the restrooms and into a back room. The room was part storeroom, part poolhall, with a couple of folding tables and three stacks of stackable chairs along the back wall, and a large couch along the side facing a pool table. The room was clean, though with s smell of tobacco, and was probably where after hours pool or poker were played. Barbara was in a haze of lust as she followed Jack over to the couch, with Joe pressing up against her from behind. They sandwiched her between them, with Jack kissing her and rubbing his hands all over her tits and Joe pressing his stiff cock into her from behind as he nuzzled her neck. Barbara whimpered and they moved closer to the couch. She found herself sitting on the couch with them on either side, and the two men took over. Jack began unbuttoning her dress from the top while his partner began undoing the buttons from the bottom. Moments later their hands met in the middle and peeled the dress from her pliant form. Barbara moaned as their hands began to roam her naked flesh. Over at the pool table, Georgia and her new friend Will were moving even faster. Once they had followed the others into the back room, Will had directed Georgia to the pool table. He followed behind, and when she was trapped against it, he began nuzzling her from behind. Georgia never commented as he undid the zipper to her dress and pulled the straps down off her shoulders. Her back arched, pressing back against him as Will's hands briefly cupped and fondled her tits, then he slid the little frock down over her hips. She lifted her feet and kicked it under the table, to stand in nothing but her heels, rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. Will never said a word, but the entire room heard the zipper to his jeans come down, then he was pushing against her and his cock was slipping slowly into her drenched pussy from behind. Georgia whimpered at the intrusion; she had thought he was well hung while feeling him up in the bar, but it felt like he was pushing a log into her! Four hands on her body brought Barbara back to her own party. "I need to be fucked!", she whispered. "Dibs!", laughed Jack. Kneeling in front of her, he crawled forward, spreading her legs wide. Barbara stared greedily as he undid his slacks, and pushed them and his boxers down his thighs. His cock was average length, but very thick. She cooperated by pushing her ass forward, slumping down in the couch so her cunt was at the edge, and spreading her legs wide. "You have to help me out, too, baby!", said Joe. Barbara turned to face him, and he kissed her passionately, then pulled back. She nodded and he stripped his clothing off, then knelt on the couch at her side. Jack was pumping back and forth into her pussy, but Barbara was able to lean over, open her mouth, and take Joe's cockhead between her lips. His back arched and he drove in, to start facefucking the horny blonde. "Take it all, bitch!" Barbara moaned at the dual assault. Normally she hated being called names in bed, but it was true, she was a bitch, a slut, a boytoy. She had been true to her husband since their marriage 19 years before, but after her afternoon with Georgia and Paige, and the evening with Terri and Terri's husband, and now this, she knew she could never go back to her old life. She needed sex! She needed to be sucked and fucked, to be screwed senseless, to be sexually use and be used. If Jerry wouldn't come across, somebody else would, and the hell with Jerry! "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!", she mumbled around the cock in her mouth. "Fuck me!" The two young men grinned at each other. Jack began slamming his cock into her greedy cunt, which was loudly slurping as it sucked at him. Joe took Barbara's head in his hands and began pistoning his cock into her mouth, groaning as she hungrily sucked him. When he began spewing into her mouth, it happened so fast she gagged and jism began leaking down her lips and her chin. Jack watched and groaned, slamming his cock into her pussy and unloading. Barbara dazedly wiped her fingers across her come covered face, licking them clean, and looked down at the glistening mess between her legs. "Jesus!", she moaned. "Yeah!", agreed a smiling Jack. He climbed to his feet and undressed, then sat down on the couch on the other side of Barbara from his friend. "Come on baby, you need to keep the party going!" Barbara stared at him briefly, then turned to face Joe as he sat on the couch, sandwiching her. He took her hand and placed it on his soft and wet cock. "You need to get us ready, baby!" Jack wordlessly took her other hand and placed it in his crotch as well. The threesome watched as Will and Georgia finished their fuck at the pool table. Georgia was bent over, her tits mashed against the green baize as Will pummeled his prick into her from behind. She was moaning and crying out as he slamfucked her, then with a weak gurgling sound, he slammed into her and held himself there. Barbara stared amazed as she saw, from between his legs, his large hairy balls twitching and swinging as they pumped their contents up his shaft and into her friend's pussy. "Take it, take it!", Will cried. Even though they had just finished, and Jack and Joe already had a head start on revival, it was Will and Georgia who started screwing a second time. Georgia pushed herself upright and turned around to kiss her new lover, and Will responded by picking her up by the waist and setting her on the edge of the pool table. His cock was still stiff, despite just having come, and he stepped up to her and slid it easily into her scummy pussy. "Oh my God! Fuck me!", gasped Georgia, not quite believing her good fortune. "Fuck me!", she demanded loudly. "No shit, man.", agreed Joe, who was stiff again. "My turn for some pussy!" He knelt on the couch at Barbara's side again, but this time he manhandled her into a kneeling position. Barbara found herself kneeling with her face almost in Jack's crotch, where his erection was pointing at her face. Jack pulled her forward and slumped back, giving Barbara ample room to work on his cock. "Suck me, slut!", he ordered. "Sloppy seconds, buddy!", he laughed at his friend. Joe pushed in and fucked her fresh fucked cunt for a minute, as Barbara started sucking Jack's cock, then pulled out. "Fuck that shit, man! Hold her in place. Don't let her move." "Go for it, man!", agreed Jack. Barbara found her head being held in Jack's lap, his stiff prick almost into her throat, and felt Joe pulling out of her pussy. The mystery ended when she suddenly felt pressure at her asshole. She screamed as his cockhead poked into the tiny little ring, but nobody could hear her over the cock in her mouth. "So tight!", said the happy assfucker behind her, who pushed his slick cock, slimy and lubed with his friend's come, into her rear. "She's nice!" Once the shock was over, Barbara relaxed slightly and realized that she was enjoying it, too. She had never had anal sex before. Jerry had never tried it with her, nor any of her high school and college friends. It was a new world, and if she didn't precisely enjoy it, she wasn't hating it either. It was something she would have to try again, perhaps with a few drinks and some KY or something. But it wasn't bad! Her body was responding pleasantly and she went back to sucking off Jack. Both parties, the twosome and the threesome, came within a couple of minutes of each other, with Barbara sucking down Jack's come while Joe filled her rectum with his jims, and Georgia gasping as she wrapped herself around Will as he groaned and lunged forward, filling her pussy with a second load of come. Both women were somewhat overwhelmed as the men pulled away. Barbara collapsed onto the couch as Jack and Joe headed off to the bathroom in the rear of the pool room; Will helped a shaky legged Georgia down from the pool table, then knelt and grabbed her dress from underneath. After Jack and Joe had cleaned up and dressed, he went into the bathroom himself. Georgia went over to the couch and sat down next to Barbara, still holding her dress in her hands. "I told you we'd have some fun tonight. See, you weren't old enough to be their mother, were you?" Barbara sputtered in laughter. "Jesus Christ! I might be after all!" Georgia gave her a curious look, and Barbara explained. "Listen, those two guys grew up in Ocala, and when I was a teenager we lived in Ocala for a few years. I mean, I was real popular with the guys in Ocala, real popular! I probably did their fathers!" "Well, you're just making up for lost time. Still, tonight's been good." "No shit! I wouldn't have believed you if we hadn't actually done it! Now what? I mean, I'm still kind of up for some fun, you know." Georgia smiled. "You slut!", she said admiringly. Any further response was delayed when the three men returned from the bathroom, if not showered and spiffy, at least dressed. They kissed the two women, and Will suggested that they come back another night. Both Barbara and Georgia made noncommittal answers. As Will, Joe, and Jack went back out to the front of the bar, they were passed by another man coming in. The women didn't bother to get dressed — they were too wired to care — but they noticed it was the bartender who had sent them to the back store room. He was carrying three long neck beer bottles. "Care for a drink, ladies?" He smiled and held up the beer. "We'd kill for a drink!", replied Georgia. She tossed her dress over to the pool table and took a bottle from the bartender. Barbara sat upright and did the same, then pulled away from Georgia. She patted the couch between them and said, "Join us for a drink?" The bartender smiled again and held up his bottle. "Don't mind if I do." He sat down between the two and they snuggled back by his side. "It's still early, isn't it?", asked Georgia, coyly. "I'm not tired yet.", agreed Barbara. "The bar's closed, but I won't tell if you don't." The bartender took a deep swallow from his beer bottle, then set it between his knees. He put his arms back, behind the women, and hugged them closer. "It's not late, it's just way too early." ------- Chapter 14: Another Party "Bob, I have a little confession to make.", announced Paige Turner "Oh, really? Who'd have guessed?", replied her husband with a smile. He was of two minds about the upcoming 'confession.' First was that a confession implied that Paige had done something bad or wrong, something which he wasn't overly concerned with. If it had been serious, she would have said something as soon as he had gotten home from work. His second thought was that it was something Paige was embarrassed or nervous about, and she had been working to soften him up all evening. In a television sitcom, the wife would dress nicely and cook a nice meal before making her confession, that she had dinged the car, or bought something expensive. Paige had done something similar, though it would never be shown on network TV! When Bob Turner had arrived home at six-thirty, he had already found his wife waiting for him, since she normally got home an hour earlier, but that was the only normal aspect. Normally Paige would change into jeans and a t-shirt, kiss her husband hello, then wander into the kitchen to bring him a beer. Tonight, on the other hand, Paige was wearing a very short jean skirt which buttoned up the front and barely came down to mid-thigh. Rather than a t-shirt, she was wearing a rather skimpy and thin cotton halter top, which her large nipples were clearly visible through. She was also wearing some informal high heeled sandals. She had greeted him at the door, not with a cold bottle of beer, but with a chilled glass of red wine. He had eyed her curiously, but before he could ask what was up, Paige had been all over him, kissing him hotly and rubbing her body against his sensuously. When he got his breath back, he had asked, "What's up?" "Oh, nothing." "Yeah?", he replied sarcastically. Something was definitely going on. "Not a thing, honey." Paige had smiled brightly, and then sashayed back into the kitchen, looking back once over her shoulder, inviting Bob to follow. "Right.", he muttered under his breath. Normally he would have gone upstairs to change out of his suit, but today he was curious. He set his briefcase next to the door and took off his suit coat, tossing it onto the armchair. An outraged 'Meow!' came from the chair and Bob laughed to himself as he realized he had tossed his jacket on top of Fuzzy, who leapt up and took off for the corner. Loosening his tie, he followed Paige into the kitchen. Paige gave him another full body rub and kiss, then turned back to the stove, where she was stirring something that smelled awfully good. Bob moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and cupping her full tits through the thin cotton of the halter. He nuzzled her neck, causing Paige to moan and arch her back, pushing back against him, then she pushed him away. "Behave! I'm trying to cook!" "Right. What's going on?" "Shrimp scampi, your favorite.", Paige answered. It was his favorite meal, and it did smell delicious. "That's not what I mean." She gave him a confused look. "What do you mean, darling?" She batted her eyes at him. "That! That's what I mean! The batting the eyes and the darlings and honeys and... that!" He waggled his hands at her outfit. Paige pouted. "Don't you like my outfit? I wore it just for you." She popped a button on the bottom of the denim mini-skirt and shifted so that another few inches of thigh showed through. There weren't many buttons left to unbutton on the skirt, and Bob stared briefly. "You're up to something!" "Bob, don't be silly!" Paige laughed and ordered her husband to cut up the loaf of Italian bread. Dinner wasn't done formally, in the dining room, but was nicely done at the kitchen table. Bob noted that Paige kept his wine glass topped off, and even had a second bottle of Chianti chilling in the refrigerator. After dinner, admittedly excellent thought Bob, he followed his wife out to the living room. He noted with amusement that several more buttons had been undone on her skirt, proving beyond the shadow of a doubt, that she had forgotten her panties when she had changed. Paige set the wine bottle and her glass down on the coffee table, and spread a comforter on the floor in front of the television. It wasn't even eight yet, thought Bob, which was early for them to snuggle up in front of the tube, but it didn't seem to matter to Paige. She tossed several throw pillows to the floor and kicked her sandals off, then sank down onto the comforter. Sipping from her wine, she silently invited her husband to join her. "I still say you are up to something.", said Bob. "Bob, I have no idea what you are talking about. Now, come down here.", replied Paige with a subtle smile. Bob snorted and kicked off his shoes, then sat down next to her. He looked her over, smiling himself, and noted that whatever Paige was up to, she was definitely looking for sex. Her nipples were almost tearing a hole through the fabric of her top, and her freshly shaved pussy was exuding its own delicious aroma. The first step of business was when Paige helped her husband 'get comfortable, ' a process which required her to slowly undress him. It was a slow process, involving her to kiss and lick his body as it came into view. Bob just sipped at his wine as he allowed his wife to undress him; he was sure that whatever had prompted this was going to be very interesting indeed. When Bob was down to his shorts, his cock poking obscenely against the white cotton, Paige stripped off her halter and skirt and took a final sip of wine, draining her glass but not swallowing it. She pulled Bob's shorts off then bent down over his midsection and dribbled the wine from her mouth over his cock and balls. Bob gave an involuntary groan, realizing what was to happen next. Paige lowered her face, to begin licking up all the wine. She was very, very thorough. By the time she actually began to suck his cockhead, Bob was thrashing about on the floor, pumping his hips upwards and whimpering, and he spewed come into her mouth at the first hint of suction. "Jesus!", he gasped, settling back onto the comforter. Paige snuggled up against him, a leg draped over his, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and a hand happily fondling his softening cock. "Bob, I have a little confession to make." "Oh, really? Who'd have guessed?" Paige ignored the sarcasm and continued, "Well, do you remember the cocktail party next door, at Tom and Terri's?" "The one where Barbara divorced Jerry?" "Well, they aren't actually divorced, but yeah, that one." "Let me guess, you want a divorce, right?" Paige started and whipped her head up to stare at her husband's serene face, barely containing a grin. "Very funny." She jiggled his limp cock. "Would you care to have me stop this?" "No, no! Continue, please!" Mollified, Paige laid her head on her husband's chest and said, "Well, remember how later, afterwards, we went up to the hot tub? And afterwards, Terri and I, well, you know..." Bob smiled. He remembered the night well. He could feel his cock starting to respond to Paige's efforts. "Mmmmm?" "Well, I mean, Terri, she invited me to visit another couple of times, when you guys weren't around, so we could have a drink or two and relax.", said Paige. "And did you?" "Uh, yes." Bob pressed. "Well, did you relax?" Paige almost whispered, "Yes." "How relaxed did you get?" Bob had a very good idea where this was heading, and his cock was responding just like it had that night after the party. "Very." "Define 'very'." She looked at him, as he tried vainly to keep from leering at her. His cock was throbbing in her hand. "You are really pushing it, you know!" "Hey, you're the one making the confession, not me. So, what did you two do to relax, and be very, very specific!" Paige began to jack her husband's cock. She brought her head up alongside his and began to whisper, hotly, "Well, we did some kissing and touching and we got undressed, and we sucked each other's tits and played with our pussies. Her pussy tastes so good, Bob!" Bob groaned at the vision she was creating. His cock was as stiff as it had been before she had sucked him off. "So, that's the confession? You were afraid I'd mind?" "Well, yeah, I guess so. I mean, it's not like I was cheating on you, was I?" Bob snorted and laughed. "Yeah, that's exactly what you were doing, but I don't mind. Now Tom, that might be a problem." "So it's okay if I suck pussies when you aren't around.", she teased. "Sure! Do I get to watch?" "Maybe." Bob's head turned and he eyed her oddly. "See, that's sort of what brought this on. Terri, both times, she invited us over for a private party, and the last time I said I would ask you." "Just how private?" While Bob had enjoyed the hot tub experience, it definitely was out of the ordinary. "Well, just the four of us. Terri says we can just be with our spouses, we don't have to swap or anything. It can be like last time, her and Tom, and you and me, and maybe her and me at intermission. What do you think?" Bob stared at his beautiful wife briefly. "Uhhh, that's all? No swapping or switching or whatever?" "Not unless we both want to, she says." Bob lay his head back and thought about it. "Uh, maybe. I got to be honest with you, babe. I mean, I really enjoyed that night, and I loved watching you and Terri, but I don't think I could handle watching another guy and you. I don't know. I couldn't handle even knowing about it." Paige hugged her husband. "Same here. I don't know if I could watch you and another woman. But you're okay with me fucking other women?" "Okay, so it's a double standard, I guess, but that's it. Now, what do you want to do about it?", he asked. Paige began to caress her husband's cock; he could feel the moist heat of her pussy on his thigh. "I'd like to go and watch and be watched. Terri invited us over tomorrow. Can we go?" Bob twisted sideways and grabbed Paige by the waist, to roll back onto his back and pull her on top. She straddled his waist and sat upright, to reach down and position his erection at her cuntlips and slowly slide downwards. "Let me talk to Tom tomorrow, then I'll let you know. Maybe, okay?" Paige began to bounce on her husband's cock. "Yes, yes, yes!" "This is really turning you on, isn't it?", said Bob with a grin. "Oh God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Paige moaned as her husband played with her nipples. "So tell me, what would you do if people were watching us?" "Oh Jesus, Bob, just fuck me!" "Tell me!", he ordered. "I'd suck you and fuck you and take it up the ass and eat pussy and anything you wanted me to do! Oh, God, just fuck me!" Paige was incredibly turned on by the entire idea, which only served to arouse Bob. She was already on a second orgasm when her spasming twat brought Bob's cock to overload, and he filled her pussy to the point it was pistoning jism out around his cockshaft. "Oh my God! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Paige continued to bounce, coming nonstop, until she collapsed onto his chest, dazed with the immensity of her come. "Oh Bob, do that again.", she whispered. Bob simply snorted and laughed. It would be a few hours before he could recharge after a fuck like that! ------- Saturday morning Bob awoke to find only Fuzzy in bed with him, with was not the sort of pussy he was interested in. He scratched the critter under the chin, then tossed the covers over it and went into the bathroom. When he returned in ratty clothes, the kitten was snarling and fighting the covers from beneath, though the tail was sticking out, so it looked like it would escape shortly. Bob went downstairs to the kitchen. A note from Paige announced she was out shopping for groceries, so Bob made his usual bowl of cereal and juice and sat down. Afterwards, he set his dishes in the sink and headed for the garage. It was time for the weekly lawn mowing to begin. Five minutes later the mower was gassed up and the garage door was open; Bob yanked on the starter rope until it caught and he followed the self-propelled walker out to the front yard. Twenty minutes later, the front lawn mowed, Bob pushed the mower down the side lawn and into the back yard. Another thirty minutes completed the back yard. Now sweaty and thirsty, he aimed the mower back to the front yard. Along the way, Tom Tallman came out of his garage pushing his own mower, a Black and Decker electric model. He waved at Bob in passing. Bob put away his mower and was moving towards the weed-whacker when he stopped in his tracks. Listening to the whine from next door for a second, he moved to the spare refrigerator in the garage and opened it, to pull a pair of beer bottles out. Armed and ready, he went back outside and waved Tom over to the fence, dangling a beer bottle in his direction. "And thank you very much!", commented Tom. "You're welcome." Bob gestured towards the electric mower. "You really like that thing?" "It's perfect for the suburbs and utterly useless anywhere else." Bob's eyebrows raised questioningly, and Tom continued, "It's the cord. It ties you to one location. A fairly normal lawn like this, a hundred or two hundred feet of cord is okay, and it's simply an on-off switch. Anything bigger, forget about it. What's up?" "Uh, are you aware that Terri has been talking to Paige?" Tom grinned broadly. "Oh, ho! So that's what has you curious! Yes, I know all about it. I guess Terri invited the two of you over tonight and Paige asked you?" Bob nodded mutely. "Well, interested? I thought that night after the cocktail party went pretty good." "Well, I don't know, maybe, I guess... I mean..." "You've never done anything like that before, right?" Bob shrugged and nodded. "I always thought I was pretty worldly, but it seems like my wife is a lot more adventurous than I ever knew." "Is that a problem?" "No. I mean, it wasn't before, and I know she has fooled around with Terri since, and it hasn't been a problem, but it took me by surprise. I guess you and Terri find that sort of thing rather tame." Tom shook his head. "It's not like that at all. Yes, we are very open to different sorts of get-togethers, and have been for many years, but it's not orgy night every day of the week. We have a wide variety of friends, some of whom are simply watchers like you two and others who like neighborhood Crisco parties. There's all sorts of middle ground." "Like who?" It was Tom's turn to shake his head. "Unh unh, we don't tell names. Let's just say you'd be very surprised." "What, I know some of these people?" Tom smiled but said nothing. Bob nodded in understanding. "Like what did you two have planned?" "I don't know. I leave that sort of thing up to Terri.", said Tom with a laugh. "If you two want to come over, she and Paige can talk." Tom took another hefty swallow of beer and said, "My guess — you two come over, we have a few drinks, watch a movie or two, do some stuff with our respective spouses. No swapping, but maybe the two of them put on a show. Afterwards you go home. Did you want anything more?" Bob's eyes goggled. While the night at the hot tub had been fascinating, it had always struck him as fairly spontaneous. This sounded much more scripted and planned, yet it had a fascinating aspect to it. "Uh, no, I guess that's about right. Sometimes more happens?" "Oh yeah! Last year we went to a party where it was some couple's anniversary, so the husband blindfolded his wife and handcuffed her and passed her around to the entire room. That was pretty intense!" Bob stared. "Holy shit!" Tom nodded. "I think we need to work you guys up to a night like that first. Anyway, nothing happens you don't want to. You and Paige should set some ground rules for yourselves ahead of time." "Like... ?" "Like rules. Like no sex with somebody else, or only oral sex with somebody else, or only girl-girl swapping, or whatever. Terri and me can go along with whatever, though I draw the line at guys. Nothing against it, but it just ain't my thing." Bob nodded vigorously. "Not me, either." "Okay, so talk to Paige about it. We're not doing anything tonight, so if you two want to come over, have Paige talk to Terri. The women run these things anyway." Bob nodded and turned back to the garage, and then turned and came back to the fence. Tom hadn't moved away yet. "Uh, by the way, what's the dress code at this sort of thing?" Tom laughed loudly. "This is a casual orgy, not a black tie sort of affair. For you and me, shorts or slacks and a button front shirt. Something the ladies can remove from you easily..." Bob's eyes widened at the thought. "... Don't bother with underwear, you'll just lose it. The girls? Whatever they want. Sometimes it's street legal and other times, well, maybe not. Let Paige talk to Terri." Bob nodded and went to whack weeds. ------- Bob rang the bell on the front door of the Tallman home, praying silently to himself that he knew what he was doing. Paige stood at his side, holding his hand tightly. She was nowhere near as nervous as he was, but was practically shivering with excitement. Once Bob had finished with his yard work, he had gone inside and showered. Paige had come home while he was cleaning up, and he found her in the kitchen unpacking. Before he could talk to her, she had handed him a couple of bags and sent him to the freezer in the garage. Afterwards, he had said, "Uh, I, uh, I talked to Tom this morning." Paige stopped in mid-stride and turned to him, curiosity obvious. "And?" "And I asked him about what you mentioned, about coming over some evening." Paige smiled. Bob hadn't been angry, just confused, so she half expected what was coming. "And?" Bob took a deep breath and answered, "Well, if you want to, it's okay by me, I guess. He invited us over tonight." "I love you, I love you, I love you!", squealed Paige, launching herself into her husband's arms. "This is going to be so much fun!" She began kissing his lips and face excitedly. Bob laughed and held onto her as she kissed him and rubbed against him. Paige's excitement immediately began to affect Bob unexpectedly, and she felt his cock rise and begin to stiffen through the sweatpants he had changed into. "Oooohhh! Somebody's getting excited!" She pulled away a few inches and slipped her hand down into his sweatpants. Bob hadn't bothered with shorts and she quickly found his cock poking at the front of his pants. "I think you like this idea after all!" Bob gulped. He wasn't completely comfortable with the idea yet, but he sure liked the effect it was having on Paige! "Uhhhh..." Paige grabbed the elastic waist to the sweatpants and yanked them low, exposing her husband's erection. "Your lips say 'no, no, no' but your dick says 'yes, yes, yes!'" She began to fondle him, stroking his shaft and she caressed his come filled balls. Bob groaned. Paige began to jack on him. "Say 'yes, yes, yes!'" "Jesus!", he gasped. "He's busy elsewhere.", she quipped. "Say yes or I'll stop." She began a gentle twisting motion, bringing him even closer to release. "Paige!" "Say yes!" Paige sat down on a kitchen chair and pushed her face forward, so she could begin licking the droplets of precome forming on his cockhead. "Yes!", surrendered Bob. Paige immediately opened her mouth and swallowed as much cock as she could take in. Bob groaned again and began to facefuck his wife, his cock spurting as he lost all semblance of control. When she was finished, Paige pulled back and allowed her husband to collapse onto another kitchen chair. For some reason his legs had gotten very wobbly! "What else did Tom say?", she asked. "Hunh?" It took him a few seconds to focus in on her. "Oh, just that you should call Terri and go over the details, that sort of stuff." Paige smiled and nodded. "I can do that." She stood and quickly stripped off her own sweatsuit. Naked, she knelt in front of him and began to play with his cock again. "Now it's my turn. I get a good fuck and then that's it until the party." Bob just nodded in agreement. Now they stood on the Tallman's doorstep. Bob had pulled on a pair of khakis and a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and slipped barefoot into a pair of loafers. Paige, on the other hand, was pushing the boundaries of 'street legal.' Her top was a rather sheer cotton peasant top, held together with a few ties down the front and a pair of ties over the shoulders; her 'skirt' was actually a lacy beach wrap which tied at one hip. She wore ankle strapped sandals with a three inch heel. Tom opened the front door and grinned as he saw their guests. He was dressed much as he had described to Bob earlier in the day, in shorts and a bright Hawaiian shirt. He was barefoot. "Come on in!" He stepped back to let them inside. "Babe, it's Paige and Bob!", he yelled out. "Come on in. Terri's downstairs setting up the bar." "You have a bar?", asked Bob. Tom led the way. "That's right, I don't think you've ever been inside, have you? We finished off downstairs and put in a wet bar. Come on. We turned the whole basement into a bar and movie room and gym." Curious, the Turners followed after Tom. "Wow! It's huge!", commented Paige. "It's more how everything is laid out.", replied Terri. She was behind the bar, and leaned over it to kiss both Bob and Paige on the cheek. "It really isn't all that big." What can I get you?" "Can I get a Seven & Seven?", asked Bob. "Sure!" She turned to face Paige. "Same here." Terri nodded. "Sounds good to me, too. Tom? All around?" Tom nodded agreement, and Terri made a round of large drinks. The others all seated themselves on bar stools. Bob actually began to relax as the conversation began — it was surprisingly... normal. Paige and Terri began to talk about the latest news on Barbara Blockings and Tom and Bob talked about the work involved in converting the basement to its new use. When Terri made a second round of drinks, she set them on the bar and came around to join the others. She led them to the entertainment center near the center of the room. This consisted of a large flat panel television and the associated electronics on a wall, and a couple of overstuffed armchairs and a love seat in a small U shape in front of it. Like Paige, Terri was barely 'street legal'; her top was a very small bikini top with attached fringe, like a cheerleader's costume, and she had a barely buttoned denim micro-mini-skirt and high heeled sandals. "Sit, sit.", she ordered. She and Tom settled onto the love seat side by side. Bob sat in one of the armchairs and Paige curled up in his lap. After a few minutes more, Terri calmly asked, "Anybody up for a movie?" It was time to fish or cut bait! Bob glanced at his wife, eager anticipation written on her face, and turned back to their hostess. "Sounds good to me. Anything particular in mind?" Terri shrugged. "Tom handles those little details. I talked to Paige this afternoon and we decided on a couples flick." Paige interjected, "Think of it as a chick flick, guys. Like when you take us out to a movie you can't stand in the hope that you'll get lucky later on, only with a guarantee." Tom stood and went to the television, to grab the remote and start things up. "We can do the midgets-in-bondage thing the next time you come over." Paige laughed brightly and Bob agreed that would be a good idea. Terri freshened everyone's drink and lowered the lights with a dimmer switch, and then everyone sat down. It was movie time. After the FBI warning and the cheesy credits, the first scene showed a busty blonde and a weightlifter type male having a romantic dinner. Immediately after dinner, they went into their living room undressed each other and had a hot round of sex, with both types of oral, some sixty-nine, and then several different positions before a come shot on the blonde's tits. Bob enjoyed the action on the screen, but what was going on in the room around him was even hotter. On the love seat, Tom and Terri were cuddled up against each other, with Tom's arm draped over her shoulder. A closer look showed that he had slipped his fingers into her top and slipped the bra cups to the side; both tits were on full display. For her part, Terri had quietly unzipped her husband's shorts and fished his stiff cock out the opening, and was slowly fisting him. Paige was squirming around on his lap, starting to breathe hard as she watched the screen action. Bob slowly undid a couple of the ties holding the front of her top closed, exposing them to the room, then slipped his fingers down her body. He left her wrap tied, but slipped his hand underneath and began flicking his fingers across her bald pussy lips. Paige had spent the afternoon lazing in the bathtub, shaving and primping for the party. Her pussy was almost throbbing with desire, and was so hot and wet it felt like steam was rising from her. She gave a quiet squeal as he slipped a finger between her cunt lips and began caressing her clit. Tom and Terri glanced over and grinned, then turned back to the porn flick. The second scene of the movie involved the blonde and her mate talking to their neighbors separately, wife to wife and husband to husband, at a barbecue. The neighbors were each complaining that their sex lives were very ho-hum, unlike their friends, and wanted to know how they kept the magic alive. They both offered to swap partners some weekend, to teach their friends how they did it. Afterwards, the two women met at lunch and agreed on the details, then did a girl-girl scene. Knowing that at some time in the evening Paige and Terri were going to be doing what the women on camera were up to got Bob very hot. He shifted his wife sideways on his lap and unzipped his pants. Paige stood, attracting the attention of the others, and Bob simply stood and stripped, then sat back down, his cock pointed stiffly at the ceiling. He quickly undid the remaining ties on Paige's clothing and tossed it aside, then pulled her back into his lap. "We need to get things started, honey!", he announced with a laugh, and lifted her up slightly. Paige spread her legs and sank back down on him, her pussy wrapping his cock in warmth and wetness. Both let out a small moan as Paige settled back onto her husband's lap, sitting sideways and leaning back against his chest. That was enough to get the other couple to move to a higher gear. Tom undid Terri's bra top and popped the last button on her skirt, and she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed his shorts lower. Bob and Paige noted again how neither of the Tallman's had any tanlines. Tom's hand dipped between Terri's outstretched and widespread legs to begin diddling her clit, and she began to seriously jack on his cock shaft. Several beads of precome began to form at the tip and slide down his cockshaft to lubricate her fingers. The bi scene in the movie was fairly long and involved, and quite explicit, even including a large double dong. By the end of the movie Paige was bouncing on her husband's cock, in a steady orgasm as Bob climbed towards his own orgasm. Across from them, precome was steadily drooling down Tom's shaft, and his hips were lifting up from the little couch, trying to fuck upwards at his wife. It got too much for both men. Tom groaned and Terri quickly shifted, dropping her face down to catch the come spurting up from her and job. The sight of his hostess sucking off the host set off Bob; he grabbed his wife's hips and pulled her down as his own cock erupted into her pussy. Paige moaned and shivered, and spread her thighs apart to show Tom the cock so deep inside her. "Wow!", said Paige quietly as the others panted slightly. "No shit!", agreed Terri. She sat upright again next to Tom and began to fondle his wet cock. "It was so cool watching you two fuck. How long have you been shaving your balls, Bob? And who shaves who?", she asked. Bob blushed and Paige laughed. She tossed an arm around her husband's neck and snuggled up against him. "We started after watching a dirty movie. I dared him to do it and he dared me to shave him, so I did!" "Most of the time I just do it myself, quick, in the shower.", admitted Bob. "Unless I do it for him. It takes hours for me to shave him.", said Paige lewdly. "Hours and hours! I usually have to plan an entire morning for it, to make sure it's done right!" The next scenes began on the screen, with the movie couple swapping partners, so that the hotter couple could 'teach' the other what to do. This was a very long double scene, in that the action kept shifting from one couple to the other. The two couples were separated, being in different houses, and as soon as things got moving with one couple, the action would shift to the other couple. It was supposed to be 'artsy' and not hard core, though the action was very hard core. The audience action also began to get fairly hard core; the scene was working on both couples. Paige slipped off her husband's lap and sank to the floor. Bob stretched out some and spread his legs, and Paige began to lick and suck on his balls and cock. For his part, Tom pulled Terri onto his lap and began running his hands all over her body. Terri moaned loudly as her husband fingerfucked her and sucked her nipples fiercely. By the time the two couple on the screen came, so did the two couples watching. Terri was bouncing on Tom's cock as she straddled his thighs, and Paige sucked Bob off while kneeling on the floor and playing with her own pussy. In the next scene of the movie the previously dissatisfied couple got it on with each other and had some really hot sex, but nobody really cared. The foursome took this opportunity to take a break, refresh drinks, and use the bathroom. Tom popped the DVD from the player and swapped in a different movie, something even harder, a compilation type DVD, showing lots of gang bang sex. He sat down on the love seat, but Terri had a different idea. She went to Paige, back on Bob's lap, and held out her hand. "I need you to lick the come from my pussy.", she announced. Paige laughed and spread her own legs wide. "What about the come in mine?" "I'll help there." She tugged on Paige's hand and pulled her to her feet, then moved in front of the screen. They kissed, and then sat down on the floor. Their husbands could watch both them and the movie at the same time. Terri sprawled out on the luxuriant thick pile carpet. Paige crawled on top, molding her body to her friend's, kissing her face and lips. They squirmed against each other, writhing with their passion, thighs pushing against pussies and tits rubbing tits. When Paige began to touch Terri's clit, Terri shrieked with orgasm. Then it was Terri's turn. Pushing Paige onto her back, Terri roughly spread her friend's legs and lowered her face to Paige's glistening pussy. The mix of her natural juices and the remnants of Bob's jism was intoxicating. She slurped it up noisily as Paige thrashed around on the floor. Eventually the two ended up in and extended sixty-nine that left them both gasping and spent. Paige rolled over and gazed up at Bob, who was smiling and slowly fisting his stiff cock. "That was something else, babe!", he exclaimed. "Get up here and take care of this." "Oh, Jesus, Bob, I'm beat!", she said with a weary smile. "That wasn't a suggestion.", he replied with a rude leer. Paige slowly stood and went over to him. Bob reached up and pulled her face down and kissed her thoroughly, then turned her around and pulled her back down onto his lap. Paige spread her legs and allowed him to position his cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and then sank down. "Oh, Bob, ohhhh..." Paige moaned as she began to climax. Bob turned his head to where Terri was sitting on the floor watching them, and asked, "Could you please hand me my pants?" "Oh, no, Bob, no, don't stop...", said Paige. She was shivering with each orgasm. "My pants!", requested Bob with a smile. Terri glanced at her husband; Tom gave a slight shrug and smiled and nodded. Terri reached out and handed Bob his pants. Paige began bouncing on the cock stuffed well up her pussy, trying to distract him, but Bob had already come twice and was good for some longer action. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a small tube and waved it to the others. "Time for something a little different." "Holy shit!", commented Tom. His neighbor had pulled out a tube of KY! "Not really. I took care of that before we came over.", confessed Paige. She loved anal, but right now was having too much fun with a cock in her pussy. It didn't matter. Bob undid the top of the plastic tube and squirted some ointment on his fingers and began to touch her ass. Paige moaned and lifted up. Tom and Terri watched in fascination as Bob greased Paige's asshole, then lubed his own cock. Paige slowly sank backwards as Bob lined his cock up. As soon as she felt her husband's cockhead open her asshole up, she sank back, engulfing him in the tight and greasy warmth. She gasped loudly and shuddered as she came. "Wow!", commented Terri. Paige gave a weak smile. "Lick me, lick my pussy.", she begged. Once again Terri glanced at her husband, who grinned broadly and nodded. This was still couples play, but was another big step on the road to full swinging and swapping. "Suck her clitty good. Make her come, hard!" Terri grinned and crawled between Bob and Paige's wide spread legs and pushed her face into their crotches. Paige's empty pussy still managed to gape pinkly at her, so she supported herself with one hand and used the fingers of the other to begin probing Paige's cunt. Paige gasped as Terri began to suck her pussy, tonguing her clit and slit, and fingerfucking her. Then Tom slipped up behind Terri. Kneeling, he fisted his cock briefly then slipped it into her doggy style. Terri gasped and dropped both hands to the carpet, to support her as her husband began pounding her from the rear. She looked back over her shoulder to silently urge him on, then turned back to the musky aroma of Paige's pussy. The actions of her husband's cock up her ass and her neighbor's mouth on her clit became too much for Paige. She began to moan and shudder as her orgasm became nonstop. Her breathing turned into panting, and what little speaking she tried turned into incoherent grunts and groans. She lost any sense of herself beyond what was happening to her sexually. "Ass slut!", whispered Bob in her ear. "All day tomorrow you're my ass slut!", he ordered, so low that only she could hear him. Paige whimpered and nodded. "You are going to be shitting come for a week!" "God, I'm going to come!", exclaimed Tom, oblivious to Bob and Terri's anal world. Terri tried to clamp her pussy muscles to slow him down, but the increased pressure only had the effect of spurring him on. Slamming forward, he began spewing come into Terri's overheated and drenched pussy. That did it for Bob and Paige as well. Terri pushed forward slightly, her mouth still on Paige's clit. Paige shrieked and pushed down on her husband, burying him even further. Bob groaned and his cock expanded, pulsing as the jism shot up and into her bowels. It seemed like it was hours before any of the foursome could move. Tom and Terri had collapsed onto the carpet as Bob and Paige regained their senses in the armchair. "Got to get up, babe.", said Bob quietly. "Hmmm?", asked his wife, stirring alive. "Got to get up, Paige.", he repeated. Paige slowly stood. It felt like every nerve in her body had been going off, and every muscle was exhausted. Bob got out of the chair and went into the bathroom. When he returned five minutes later, the others had barely moved. "Holy shit!", commented Tom. "This was unreal." "There is no way either one of us is going to be up for another round any time soon.", said Bob with a smile. "Yeah.", agreed Tom slowly. He stood and helped the two women to their feet. They went off to the bathroom next. "This was quite the party.", said Bob. "Like it?" Bob nodded. "Yeah, more than I thought I would." Tom said, "Talk it over with Paige. We can do it again someday, or maybe have a few other friends over. Terri and me, we're pretty open about things." "I'll talk to Paige, as soon as we get our hearts started again." Tom nodded as the two women came back. "I'm beat, honey.", admitted Paige. The others agreed, all began exchanging kisses. Bob pulled on his pants and shirt, and then picked up Paige's clothing and his shoes, and led Paige to the stairs. She didn't even bother getting dressed. It was late and dark, and she just didn't care who saw her walk naked over to her house. ------- Chapter 15: Divorce "Mrs. Selletti will see you now." Barbara Blockings snapped her head around, startled out of her reverie. She looked at the receptionist standing before her. "Excuse me?" "Mrs. Selletti will see you now.", repeated the receptionist. "You can follow me." Barbara nodded her head and stood. It was Friday, and the third time this week that she had been in the office, on the second floor of a small office park outside of town. She was seeing her attorney, her new attorney, the divorce lawyer Terri Tallman had recommended. It still felt somewhat surreal. Monday morning at nine o'clock Terri had called and informed her she had called her lawyer friend and made an appointment for her that afternoon. No more than five minutes later, a secretary had called confirming this. It seemed to be moving awfully fast for Barbara, but she agreed with Terri that she couldn't let things stand as they were. Something had to change, either for the better, or for the worse. Monday had been a real eye opener. The only other time she had ever used a lawyer was when she and Jerry had bought their houses, the one they had bought when they first got married, and then ten years later when they bought their present home. This lawyer, Angela Seletti, was a middle-aged redhead with an easy smile but a very business-like demeanor. She had pointedly kept Barbara on track during their initial consultation, preventing her from going off on her husband, ranting and raving about his misdeeds, and had kept her focused. "What do you want to do?" What did she want? In a perfect world, Jerry would come home and start paying attention to her. That was Option 1. Option 2 was a divorce. There didn't seem to be any middle ground. The biggest eye opener had been when she was told there was a $2,000 non-refundable retainer. "How does that work?", she had asked. Angela had smiled at this; it was a common question. "Well, everybody knows all about lawyers from TV. No TV lawyer ever asks for money, they always do it from the good of their hearts." Barbara's eyes had popped at this, but then she grinned and nodded in understanding. "Actually, one of my favorites was always Andy Griffith in Matlock, who always asked for money. He was a real mercenary SOB.", she said admiringly. "Anyway, the two grand retains my services. It covers a fair chunk of time and paperwork, but not if there's a fight. If it gets involved, we work up a way to bill him in a settlement. And let's be perfectly clear, once you write the check, even if you don't get a divorce, I keep the money. If you come in here tomorrow morning and report that he's been taking husband lessons, I keep the money." "Okay.", agreed Barbara. "There's another thousand I'll need for expenses, primarily for an investigator. That's refundable if it doesn't get spent." Barbara had nodded and gotten her instructions. The first step was to fill out a long multi-page form she was handed on her finances. It covered a multitude of items — the house and mortgage and any home equity loans, checking and savings accounts, credit cards, stocks and bonds, brokerage accounts, credit sources, Jerry's job and any money he had invested there. It authorized an investigator to check credit and a whole bunch of other things as well. After a very late night trying to figure out as much as possible, Barbara had brought the form back to the lawyer's office the next morning and handed it to the receptionist. She was informed that she would be contacted later in the week, and then left. Thursday afternoon she was called and asked to come in late Friday morning. "We've developed some information on your husband since you came in.", said Angela. "I wanted to discuss it with you and figure out what is happening next." "Okay. That seems awfully fast.", commented Barbara. Her lawyer gave a pleasant shrug. "An awful lot of stuff can be found online these days. Bank and credit records, that sort of thing. An incredible amount of information can be found with a computer and a telephone. We don't really send out Tom Selleck with a zoom lens anymore." It was the first time in a week Barbara had laughed. "Is the news good or bad?" Angela continued. "I would say it's... interesting. On the positive side, your husband is not blowing through the cash. He's still making regular payroll deposits in the checking and savings accounts and no withdrawals..." "Jerry doesn't have a checkbook.", commented Barbara." Angela nodded and moved on. "... and he hasn't touched any of the brokerage accounts. We've traced him to a small Motel 6 sort of place just south of Orlando, clean but basic, fairly inexpensive. He's paying cash. How much cash was he taking out of his paycheck every week?" "Normally he kept a few hundred out. He called it his allowance. Everything else was automatic deposit." "Well, this place isn't very expensive, but he must be getting some cash elsewhere. He's not living large, but he has to eat." Barbara gave a thoughtful look. "I bet he could bury a lot of lunches on his expense account, maybe a few breakfasts and dinners as well." "Hmmm, interesting. I bet his company would want to know that." Barbara's jaw dropped. "That could get him fired!" "I didn't say we would tell them. Knowledge is power. The more we know, the better. Anyway, he's living very low key and quiet, except for one final thing. He has been seeing a prostitute." It suddenly became very quiet in the small office. Barbara stared at a silent Angela as her mouth became as dry as cotton and her breathing became labored. After a couple of false starts, she was able to rasp out, "A prostitute?" "Yes." "That can't be... no... there's a mistake...", stammered Barbara. Angela replied, "I know the guy who investigated and he doesn't make those kind of mistakes." "I can't believe it. I want to talk to him. I have to see him." Angela looked at her for a few seconds and picked up the phone on her desk. She dialed an extension, and when it was answered, said, "Jack, I have a client wants to talk to you... Barbara Blockings... yeah... fifteen minutes." She hung up. "The investigator can see you in fifteen minutes, at noon." She glanced at her watch, then jotted an address down on a notepad. She handed it across silently. "Call me later." Barbara nodded and excused herself. Fifteen minutes later she was knocking on another office door, in an office park west of Kissimee. The name on the door said 'Jenkins Consulting' and the knock was answered by a young woman's voice telling her to enter. Barbara entered. A young woman was working at a computer terminal. Several offices opened off the lobby. "I'm here to see Mister Jenkins." A small and wiry man came out of an office off the small lobby. "Hi, I'm Jack Jenkins. You must be Barbara Blockings." He came forward and extended his hand. "Yes, Angela Selletti sent me over." "Let's talk." Placing a hand on Barbara's elbow he maneuvered her into his office and closed the door behind them. He pointed Barbara towards a chair and moved around to sit behind his desk. "I gather Angela Seletti told you my findings." "There has to be a mistake." The detective shook his head. "I assume you aren't arguing about where he is living or his cash flow. I assume you disagree about his... activities." "You must be mistaken. Jerry may be a lot of things, but he'd never see a, a..." It took her a second before she could say the final word. "... a prostitute!" "Let me explain our procedure here." Jenkins waited until Barbara nodded her agreement, then said, "First, we take the information you provided and we ran some standard computer and credit checks. The standard rule in the industry is 'Follow the money!' You've probably heard that on any number of cop shows." He never waited for Barbara's acknowledgement, and went further. "So everything looks fairly quiet with the cash. The next step is we follow him around for a day or two, see what he does. Last night, one of my people tailed him to a house in Orlando. He got these photos." Barbara stared at the photos spread the investigator spread out on the desk. She stared at them without understanding. It was definitely her husband, photographed both entering and leaving a house. A time stamp in the lower right corner showed he had been inside almost an hour. "I don't understand." "This is your husband, Jerry Blockings?" Barbara agreed. "Mister Blockings was followed driving from his office to a house at this address." Barbara stared without understanding. The address meant nothing to her. "He entered and came back out about an hour later. We tracked the owner of the property. It's owned by a company in Jacksonville, which is owned by one Mary Beth O'Connor, the resident in the house. Miss O'Connor has a police record of several arrests for prostitution. According to the vice department, she is still in the business." Barbara began crying quietly. "I don't understand." "Ma'am, I wouldn't make this up." He passed her a box of tissues from the credenza behind him. "No, it's just... Why?! Why would he go to a whore when he won't..." Suddenly she clamped her mouth shut and looked away, embarrassed. "Mrs. Blockings, this isn't about you, it's about him." Barbara looked back at him in confusion. "There are a number of reasons men go to prostitutes. The first is simply for sex when in a situation where there may not be any amateurs available. Kids away from home on a military base, men who travel, that sort of thing." "But I'm right here! He comes home every night." Jenkins plowed forward despite the argument. "Another reason is because he can get something he can't get at home." "Huh?" The detective had a complete stone face as he said, "Something the man wants that the woman won't provide. Oral. Anal. Something kinky. Whatever." "But I'd do those things!" Suddenly Barbara's eyes snapped wide and she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God, I can't believe I said that!" She turned beet red. Jenkins laughed loudly. "I'm sorry, but I see all sorts of things in this business, and that was funny." He laughed a bit more, and Barbara giggled and blew her nose. "I'm not saying that's the problem. Listen, one of the biggest things hookers do is simply listen. Their clients talk to them; just like guys tell bartenders stuff, they tell hookers stuff." "They talk?" "What are they really selling? Their time!" Barbara shook her head and stared at the photos. "You don't know that's what he was doing there. You just know he went in and out of the building." Another common reaction, disbelief even in the face of evidence. "No, I don't have audio and video." "So there could be another reason." Jenkins stared at the client in silent disbelief. Standing, he grabbed his suit coat from behind his chair. "Come with me." Barbara stood. "Where are we going?" "Just come with me." He led her out of his office and out of the building. His car was a two year old Taurus; he opened the passenger door and held it. "You want to find out what he's doing? Come with me." "I can't!" He wanted to take her to a whorehouse?! "It's the only way you'll ever really know. Either come with me or don't, and always have that doubt in your head." Barbara got in the car, and Jenkins closed it on her. He went around and got in the driver side, fishing around in a pocket for the keys. He started up the engine and headed out of the parking lot... "Isn't this dangerous?" He snorted. "If it was dangerous, I wouldn't take me, let alone anyone else." "Do you have a gun?" Barbara caught the muttering under his breath. "Freaking Tom Selleck!" He turned back to her. "No. Were you planning on shooting me?" Ten minutes later they pulled into the driveway of a small house in the suburbs. Jenkins got out and went around and opened her door. Barbara didn't move. "Either get out and come with me or you'll never know." Barbara got out of the car and allowed Jenkins to escort her towards the house. Halfway up the driveway she asked, "Is this safe?" "You watch way too much television, Mrs. Blockings." The detective opened the screen door, and then rang the doorbell and knocked on the door. About a minute later the door opened and a tall blonde opened the door. A security chain prevented it from swinging fully open, but Jenkins surreptitiously slipped a foot into the opening. "Yes?" Mistress Domina looked out at the couple curiously. She didn't have an appointment for another half an hour, and rarely, if ever, had clients walk in off the street. "Mary Beth O'Connor? We'd like to talk to you." The hooker's finely honed sense of self-preservation began ringing alarm bells in her head. "I'm sorry, you have the wrong address." She tried to close the door, but found a foot in the way. "Please remove your foot." "No, I don't think there's a mistake. This house is owned by DominaCorp, LLC, owned by Mary Beth O'Connor. That's you. We need to talk." "If you don't leave I'll have to call the police." Jenkins gave a wry smile. "I tend to doubt that. Why don't you let us inside and we can do this in a civilized fashion?" Mistress Domina stared at the pair another thirty seconds before slipping the chain and opening it wide. Jenkins ushered Barbara inside and closed the door behind him as he entered. Once inside they saw she was dressed in a long black leather dress that buttoned from collar to hem. The buttons were undone from hem to mid-thigh, and her long leather boots with very high heels were black. The effect was stunning and provocative and Barbara Blockings felt intimidated and inadequate. "How can I help?" Mistress Domina asked in a noncommittal tone. "We want to talk about a client.", said Jenkins. "I'm afraid that we never discuss clients at DominaCorp." The investigator was polite but wasn't about to be pushed around by a hooker. "You're not a priest, doctor, or lawyer, Miss O'Connor, though I'm quite sure you know many of each. Besides, this client is about to become an ex-client, so you really don't have anything to lose, do you?" He fished out his wallet and pulled out a couple of hundred dollar bills. "For your time? We'd like to talk about this man." He held up a picture of Jerry that Barbara had brought over when she had turned in the information sheet earlier in the week. The tall blonde gazed at the picture briefly, then looked at Barbara. "Mrs. Blockings, I presume?" Barbara nodded, still too nervous to talk. Mistress Domina took the bills from Jenkins and made them disappear, and then smiled and said, "How can I help?" She gestured towards a couch and chair in the living room. "I have about fifteen minutes." Jenkins looked at Barbara expectantly. She cleared her throat and spoke up for the first time. "So you know Jerry? How long have you..." She couldn't complete the question. Mistress Domina gave a half smile. "Jerry first came here a few years ago. Two or three I suppose. I assume you just found out and couldn't believe your dear sweet husband could do such a thing? Mrs. Blockings, all men cheat." Jenkins cleared his throat noisily and when the women looked over at him, he used his eyes to warn them off the topic. A catfight wouldn't help matters. "I just, I don't understand! What is it you do that makes him want you and not me?" "Nothing. Everything.", was the subtle reply. That made Barbara angry. "This is my life, bitch! What do you do that I don't!?" She was glowering at the whore, and Jenkins had to clear his throat again to calm her down. Mistress Domina's smile was wintry, at best. "You mean, what do I make him do? Come with me." She stood and led the way to a large back room. It was the main discipline room, soundproofed and walled in black leather, with several hooks in the walls and ceiling, and some very sturdy furniture. Jenkins, for his part, immediately knew it as a playground for B&D, S&M, some serious kink. "It's not what I do, it's what he does." Mistress Domina continued. "You want to know what he does with me? I make him undress and put on his handcuffs and cock restraint. I leash him and then give him a good spanking. After that, he has to eat my pussy. If he's good, I jerk him off, otherwise I make him jerk off. Then there's another good spanking, or maybe I use a cane, and then I send him home like the dog he is! Any more questions?" Barbara Blockings stared at the woman in horror, then stumbled out of the room. "Smooth, lady.", commented Jenkins. "She wanted to know.", she replied snottily. She led the way to the door. "Come by some time, I can give the two of you a group discount if you want." "Smooth." Jenkins went outside as the door closed behind him. He found his client kneeling on the front lawn, crying and vomiting. He stood to the side, shielding her from view, and waited for the dry heaves to end. She looked up at him, her face a mess, and he handed her his handkerchief. "Sorry about that, but you wanted to know." "Now I know.", she answered bitterly. She stood and used his handkerchief to clean up. She wiped her face as best she could, and then stared at it, unsure whether to keep it or return it. Jenkins decided by reaching out and tossing it onto the lawn. She went back to the car and let herself in. The ride back to the office was silent, and she stayed seated after he turned off the motor. Jenkins turned to her, and she said, "I still don't understand why my husband went somewhere else for sex." "There's more to it than just the sex.", he replied. "I don't understand." "I know." Jenkins tiredly rubbed his face for a moment, then turned to face her. "Listen, I'm married too, but as far as sex goes, I'm pretty much a meat-and-potatoes sort of guy, you know? We're a pretty boring couple, I guess, but we like it that way. Still, that doesn't mean I don't know there's a lot of other meals at the buffet table. I found the most interesting thing to be when she said he had started visiting her only in the last two or three years." "So?" "So, she's not your regular hooker, you know, thirty or sixty minutes, get undressed, ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom. She's a specialist, and probably not cheap. Now you told Angela that your marital relations took a nose dive a couple of years ago, and that's when he started coming here." He looked over for confirmation and Barbara nodded in agreement. "So what happened at about that time, or maybe a bit earlier, that changed him?" "Nothing! If anything, things were even better than before. He got that big promotion and his own sales crew..." "Precisely!", interrupted Jenkins. "Huh?" "I'm not an expert on this stuff, but one of the main reasons guys seek a dom is so they aren't in control anymore. All of a sudden he became the man at his office, the boss, the guy in charge — and he doesn't want to be in charge! At home, he's still the dad and husband, and still in charge. So he comes here, the one place he's not in charge, to get his jollies. He can surrender himself." "But why couldn't he tell me?", she wailed plaintively. "You!? You find a guy willing to voluntarily tell his wife he wants to have her whip his ass, and I'll say you've found a seriously weird guy. Guys just can't do that." "So, what about all those years before? We've been married almost twenty years! The detective shrugged. "He wasn't the boss then. My bet, it was always a fantasy for him, but it didn't become a need until that promotion." "I have to think about this." She got out of the car. "Uh, I'll pay you back for the money..." Jenkins gave her a big grin. "I know you will. That will go on the expenses part of Angela's bill." ------- Chapter 16: Confessions "Daddy! Daddy!", squealed the twins as Frank Houseman came through the front door. "Howdy, guys!", replied Frank. He set his tennis bag and racket down on the couch and lifted first one, then the other, son up above his head and set them back down. One of the tow-headed boys looked up and said, "Frankie wanted to know if you brought any tennis balls home." The boy then turned to his brother and grinned. Frank knew the twins were up to something, probably trying to see if they could trick him with who was who. He glanced out to the kitchen and caught the eye of his wife Brenda, but she simply looked at him. Normally she would try to give him a non-verbal clue as to which boy was which. Not this evening. "Frankie did, huh? Not tonight, guys." The boys giggled and ran off, making their father wonder if he had gotten it wrong. He never knew how his wife kept them straight, and he knew they tried to trick her all the time, too. Shaking his head, he wandered into the kitchen. "Hi, hun." He stopped in front of Brenda and leaned down to kiss her. "Hello." She accepted a quick peck on the lips, then turned away to finish cooking dinner. "I see you got the Toyota back. Thanks! Everything go okay?" They had switched cars for the day. Frank had taken his wife's minivan to the club while she took his Corolla, taking it to the local QuikLube for an oil change. "Just fine." It was a strange evening for Frank. Brenda was surprisingly quiet and unresponsive all evening, barely talking through dinner and leaving him alone afterwards in the family room. When he asked if she was alright, she had simply replied, 'Yes', and moved off. Chalking it up to that time of the month, he ignored it, even though part of his brain said that it had just been that time last week. It wasn't until after eight, when Brenda had managed to put the twins in their bunk beds and come back down that Frank discovered what had his wife so preoccupied. She came in and sat down on an armchair across from him as he was watching television. "Frank, we need to talk." "Sure, babe, what about?" A baseball game was starting; the Marlins were playing the Mets and it looked to be an interesting game. "Turn off the damn game!", she ordered, then stood and went to the TV. Before he could even protest, she had hit the switch and turned off the television. "What is with you?!", demanded her husband. He knew his wife wasn't as big into sports as he was, but still! She sat back down in her armchair, then rose up slightly. Reaching into a pocket of her jeans, she pulled something black and stringy out, then held it out in front of her. "Look familiar?", she asked acidly. It took a second for Frank to recognize the object, then he gave a quiet groan and muttered, "Oh shit!" It was a pair of tiger striped thong panties, and they weren't Brenda's. "Yeah, oh shit! I was wondering why the guys at QuikLube were snickering and smirking when they finished cleaning your car, until I found these on the passenger seat. I've never been so embarrassed in my life!" "Oh shit.", repeated Frank. "That ain't going to cut it, tennis boy. You want to explain these?" She angrily tossed the thong across the room to her husband, but the fabric fell to the floor halfway to him. Neither one moved to retrieve them. Frank silently brought his hands up and rubbed his face. Thinking he was avoiding the answer, Brenda demanded, "So, whose are they?" Frank put his hands down and sat upright, to face her directly. Shaking his head in the negative, he said, "I'm not getting her involved between us. It was just sex..." "You bastard!" "I'm terribly sorry about this. She has nothing to do with us." "You bastard!", Brenda repeated. She got up and stormed out of the room. Frank could hear her footsteps going up the stairs to their bedroom. The bedroom door slammed, but that was it. He stood and crept to the stairs, but didn't hear her going through the closets or packing suitcases. Fortunately he also didn't hear their sons waking. He sat back down to consider what to do. As soon as he had seen the thong, he knew what had happened. Late last week he had an early afternoon, when two cancellations left him without any tennis lessons and a free afternoon. He had decided to leave early and as he was going through the parking lot to his Corolla, he saw Lisette Jorgens standing next to her Mercedes. She had smiled and waved to him, and he had gone over. "Can I get a lift?", she had asked. "Car problems?" Lisette had nodded. "It won't start. It turns over, but won't start. The dealer is coming to pick it up, but I was about to go inside and call a cab." She tucked her cell phone back in her bag. Frank nodded. He always imagined Lisette as the type of person who would have the Mercedes dealership on her cell phone's speed dial. She was a damn fine looking blonde, a trophy wife for a husband who did an awful lot of traveling and not enough staying at home. She was in her early thirties, trying hard to look like she was in her early twenties, slim and leggy, and possessed of the most amazing set of silicone tits Frank had ever seen. Her engagement ring wasn't as large as some worn around the club, being only two carats in size; she made up for it with the diamond necklace, ankle, and tennis bracelets she always wore. Today she was wearing a little one piece halter top tennis dress, with matching white footies and tennis shoes. "I can give you a lift home." "I was hoping you would say that." Lisette grabbed her tennis bag and followed Frank to his car. Frank opened her door and Lisette had smiled as she slid inside, showing an awful lot of very tanned and toned leg as she did so. When he climbed in on the driver's side, he smiled as he noticed that she hadn't rearranged her tennis skirt. In fact, her attempt to rearrange it as they pulled out of the parking lot had the contrary effect, that of pulling it further up her legs and showcasing the tiny little thong panty she was wearing. When Frank glanced over and saw how Lisette was sitting, he had looked up at her faced, to find her smiling at him. "Barney's away for the day. He won't be back until tomorrow, in fact." Frank remembered that Barney was Lisette's husband, who was in his mid-fifties and looked to be in his mid-sixties, an obese and florid faced man who smoked and drank too much and generally looked like an advertisement for a heart attack. "Really?" "That's right. Maybe you could come inside for a drink or something?" Lisette batted her eyes and smiled, then reached down with both hands and lifted her bottom up, to peel the little thong down her silky smooth legs and off her feet. "Maybe I could at that!", agreed Frank. Now, Frank understood perfectly what had happened. Rather than putting her panties in her bag, Lisette had managed to drop them on the floor of the Corolla, probably between the seat and the door, where nobody would have noticed them. At least, not until the car detailers put them on the car seat. They probably figured they were Brenda's. No wonder she had been so embarrassed! Shit! It was an hour later when Frank Houseman decided to head off to bed. Maybe Brenda would have fallen to sleep. He still had no idea what to say to her. Frank crept up the stairs and down the hallway, and slipped silently into the bedroom. The bedroom lights were out, so he tiptoed into the bathroom and closed the door silently behind him before turning on the light. He stayed as quiet as possible, even to the point of sitting down on the toilet before urinating, and then skipping the flushing, just lowering the lid. It didn't work. When he returned to the bedroom Brenda was sitting up in bed, with her nightstand light on, looking at him. It was obvious she had been crying. Frank turned and flushed the toilet, then returned to the bedroom, now wearing nothing more than his usual nighttime attire of clean boxers. Brenda watched him as he climbed into bed next to her. She was sitting there wearing a satin nightshirt, like normal, though she was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with the covers only covering her lap. Frank rolled over to face her. "I am so sorry." Brenda nodded. "What happened? Is this the first time? Have there been others?" Frank took a deep breath. Best to be hung for a ram as for a sheep. "Yes. They're just women, students who want something other than tennis lessons. They're just lonely women who want a cock, any cock." "And you provided." Frank simply shrugged acknowledgement. What more could he say? "I'm sorry." He wanted to touch her, to ease her hurt, but stopped halfway. Doing anything would only make things worse. He just sat there watching his wife cry. Finally, the suspense killing him, he said, "I know you're angry at me. Is there anything I can do..." Brenda turned to face him angrily. "Just shut up!" Frank clamped his mouth shut. Brenda looked away for a moment and then looked back again. She seemed a trace calmer. "Yes, I'm angry at you, but I'm also angry at myself. I'm sorry, too. I..." Brenda fell silent. "Brenda, what?" "I... well, I..." Frank looked at his pretty wife curiously. "Are you trying to tell me something?" Brenda nodded silently and looked away. In amazement, Frank reached a hand out to take hers and asked, "What? You too?" Brenda simply nodded again. "Who?" "No names, remember?" Frank nodded. "Okay, who is he? How long has this been going on?" "No names! It's been about a year and a half with them..." "THEM!?" "Keep your voice down!", she replied in a whisper. "It's not what you think. They're a couple, married, like us." "I wonder just how much like us they could be?", her husband commented wryly. Brenda gave him a dirty look and continued, "She's a friend. Anyway, I was over at her place one afternoon while the kids were at school and we were drinking some wine and goofing around and it got out of hand, I guess." "You guess?" Brenda gave her husband a sheepish look. "Well, we were drinking and, I forget why, she gave me a kiss, and I, like, I, well accepted it. And then one thing led to another..." Frank stared at Brenda incredulously. "You and another woman!?" She gave him another sheepish nod. "Holy shit!" "So, anyways, her husband came home for lunch and found the two of us going at it, and he decided to join in. First he fucked her and then he fucked me. I've been getting together with them ever since, but only as a couple or with her, never him alone." "Holy Christ!" Frank was seeing an entirely new side to his wife. Brenda stared through brimming eyes at her husband. In some ways what she had done was worse than his transgressions. She had met some of the women at the club and knew precisely what kind of cock-hungry bitches were there. She, on the other hand, had been in an affair for over a year. Then she glanced down and was amazed. Frank's cock was tenting his boxers and the light sheet covering him. Staring, she pointed at his midsection and exclaimed, "Frank, this is turning you on!" "What!? No!" Frank tried to cover himself, but the truth was that it was turning him on. His cock was as stiff as he could ever remember it being. "Yes! It is!" Brenda grabbed the bedsheets and yanked them off her husband and stared. His cock was protruding through the opening at the front of his shorts and a drop of pre-come was beaded on the end. "Oh my God! It is!" Brenda stared and then reached out and took hold of his cock; it throbbed in her hand and her husband groaned with pleasure. "Jesus!" Brenda felt her pussy flooding with juice as she became aroused. She began to slowly jack her husband's cock. "You pig!", she said lowly, "Getting hard while you tell me how you cheat on me! Tell me! What did you do with the slut!" "Wha... what!?", asked Frank looking at his wife in confusion. "I want you to tell me what you two did, every little sordid detail." Brenda stroked her husband's cockshaft, bringing forth another drop of pre-come. Fortunately she slowed her fondling down to a level that kept him from exploding. Frank described how Lisette had come on to him in the car, how she had shown him her thong and then stripped it off, how she had invited him inside for a drink. Pre-come was coating her fingers as she pressed her husband for more details. "Then what? What did you do with the slut? Did you fuck her? Where? How?" Frank groaned again. It was all he could do to keep from coming in Brenda's hand. "We just went into her living room. We really weren't all that thirsty, so we simply got undressed and got down on the carpet... oh, Jesus, slow down or I'm going to come... she started sucking me off, so we did some sixty-nine." "Did you come?" "Yeah, both of us. So after, I got hard again and she got on top for awhile, then she got on her knees and I did her from behind... oh, God, oh, God!" It was too much for Frank. Hips twitching, his cock exploded, his come spurting up into the air to land back down on his chest and boxers. "Jesus!", he gasped out. He looked at Brenda curiously. Whatever he had been expecting, this wasn't it. Brenda eyed him hungrily, and began to lick her hands clean, even going so far as to wipe off the come from his body and lick her fingers. Then she hurriedly stripped off her nightshirt, not even bothering to unbutton it, but simply pulling it over her head. Her breasts were heaving and flushed, and she flopped back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. "Eat me!", she demanded. Frank grinned. "Sure thing, babe, but you have to tell me all about you and your friends, too!" Brenda gave him an enthusiastic nod and her husband crawled down on the bed, to lay flat with his face in her crotch. He supported himself on his elbows, his hands on her thighs spreading them wide, his fingers probing her pussy and pulling her lips apart. "I want all the sordid details, slut!" "What?" Brenda was surprised by this turn of events. Frank leaned in and licked her pussy lips, then looked back up and grinned. "Tell me all about when you and your friends started fucking." He winked at her and began to nibble the soft flesh of her upper thighs with butterfly nips of his teeth. Brenda whimpered and squirmed at Frank's touch. "No, I can't... no..." Frank began tormenting her, sliding his fingertips around the little puckered ring of her asshole, and tracing her slit, but not using his mouth. "Eat me, please!", she begged. "Tell me!", he ordered. "We, we were at her house, and drinking. The kids were at school and I didn't have to be home for a few hours... eat me, please!... and we were goofing off and sitting next to each other on the couch and then she kissed me and I liked it. Oh please, Frank, eat my pussy!" Brenda was trying to hump her pussy up to Frank's lips. Smiling, he relented and began licking her cunt and clit. Brenda gasped and sank back onto the bed, the first orgasm rolling through her. "Oh, that's it, right there." Frank lifted his face away. "Keep talking. Don't make me punish you." Brenda laughed and shoved his face back down where it belonged. "Bastard! Anyway, she kissed me and I liked it, so a minute later I kissed her. The next thing I knew, we were making out on the couch, dry humping and rubbing our hands all over each other... lick me, yes, like that... and then we just smiled at each other and stripped naked. We fucked each other for about an hour on that couch!" "What about her husband?" "Don't stop! I was getting to him! He came in while we were just sort of cuddled up there, and laughed when he saw us. It was actually pretty cool. He stripped down and joined us on the floor. Ter... my friend and I got into a sixty-nine, with her on top, and he crawled up behind her. It was just so cool to see his cock from below ramming into her tight little pussy. Later, he had me eat his come out of her while he did me doggy style. Then we all took a shower and I came home." "And you fucked me later that night?", asked Frank. "Twice! I got so horny! What about you, did you fuck me after you came home that afternoon last week?" "Right away, then later that night, too!" Brenda grabbed her husband by the shoulders. "Fuck me, Frank, please!? Now!?" Frank laughed and crawled up between her legs and shucked off his shorts. Brenda eagerly guided him inside and he slammed his cock down into her juicy slit. She had already come twice while he ate her out, and his cock had revived magnificently during the interim. Face glistening with his wife's pussy juice, their bodies sweaty with their passions, they coupled with an intensity that had been missing from their lives for months, perhaps years. Brenda wrapped herself around her husband, fingernails clawing at his back, as she tried to pull him even further inside her. Frank bucked against her, their bodies slapping loudly and wetly against each other, as he tried to pound himself further and harder and faster into her. As his wife moaned and whined in a massive paroxysm of pleasure, Frank's cock couldn't take any more. Gasping, he collapsed onto her, his cock twitching and pulsing as he unloaded into her spasming pussy. It was several minutes before either partner was able to do more than pant and try to catch their breath. Finally Frank rolled off, to lie gasping on the bedsheets, one arm behind his head and the other cuddling his wife against his heaving chest. "Jesus!" Brenda twisted around slightly, stretching out and curling up against Frank, and laid her head on his chest, sighing happily. Frank tightened his grip on his wife and spoke. "I am so sorry, so very, very sorry, honey." "Me too, Frank." "I love you so much. I love you. I love the kids. I love being married to you and being with you. I don't want to fuck it up any more than I already have." Brenda hugged him. "Same here." She crawled upwards some and raised her head. "I think we should talk more about this, but not here and now. I think we should go away, by ourselves, just us, without the kids. Could we do that?" "I don't see why not. I don't think we can do it this weekend, but maybe next week? Maybe a long weekend? In the meantime, no friends, just each other, alright?" Brenda nodded happily and lay her head back down on his chest. A few minutes later she looked back up at him. "Frank, I am just so turned on tonight. I could fuck for hours! Do you think that maybe, you know..." She reached down and ran a finger along his limp and sticky cock. Frank looked at Brenda in disbelief, even as his loins began to respond. "If I die tonight, we won't be able to take a weekend off without the kids!" Brenda just laughed and continued working on her husband's cock. ------- Chapter 17: Vacation "So what are you making now?", asked Frank, looking across the car towards his wife. She was seated in the passenger seat of his Corolla with several pieces of plastic canvas in her lap, and a needle with yarn. "It's a baby ball for Sara's little one, Jamie." "Have I met her?" "No, silly. They live in New Mexico. Sara's my cousin - you met her at the wedding, she was one of my bridesmaids — and Jamie's her baby. He's about six months old now." Brenda kept her eyes in her lap as she embroidered a small brown bear on the little square she was working on. She was famous in her family for the excellent baby and toddler presents she made in plastic canvas, producing an endless stream of baby books, blocks, and balls for every conceivable nephew and niece. Frank just nodded. Keeping a straight face, he replied, "Every man's fantasy, a wife with big balls." Brenda laughed brightly and looked over at her husband. "Bigger than yours, mister!" Frank snorted. "By a damn sight, too! And mine don't jingle!" Brenda would stuff her baby balls and blocks with old clean gym socks and a few stainless steel bells in old pill bottles. They were soft and washable and made a pleasant racket. She laughed even louder. "For that, we'd be calling the Guinness people about putting you in their book!" Frank glanced at his wife and smiled. They had left their house shortly after nine that morning and were now well into the drive for their long weekend away. It had been fairly easy to arrange. Brenda's sister in Daytona would take care of the twins in return for Brenda and Frank taking a reciprocal turn with their children in five weeks; Brenda had driven the boys over Wednesday afternoon. Frank had arranged accommodations through the tennis club with a resort in Key West, working through a network of resorts and clubs in Florida. They would drive down Thursday morning, have lunch somewhere near Miami, then hit Key West by mid to late afternoon. They would backtrack on Sunday. The day after their confessions Brenda had surprised Frank when he came home from the tennis club. Following him up to their bedroom, she had confronted him and demanded, "So, did you fuck anybody today?" Frank had eyed her curiously, answering "No." There had been a tentative offer which he hadn't accepted, but that wasn't the question. Brenda had grinned and said, "I'm not sure I believe you. I think I need to check!" "Check?" Brenda dropped to the floor and hurriedly undid his trousers, yanking them and his shorts down his legs. "Yeah, I'm going to check! I'm going to give you a taste test! For pussy juice!" She had grabbed his slowly stiffening cock and stuffed it in her mouth, then had given him a quick blow job. Afterwards, standing and smacking her lips, she had said, "You passed today, but don't be surprised at spot checks in the future!" The next day Frank had turned the tables, taking Brenda upstairs and demanding to see if she had cheated on him. Locking the bedroom door behind them, he had pushed her to the dresser and bent her forward, then pulled her panties down and plowed into her from behind, to see if 'somebody had been fucking you and loosening you up!' He had promised spot checks, as well. The next week and a half both of them had stayed true to each other, with Frank canceling several 'appointments' and Brenda turning down an offer from Terri and Tom to photograph another session for their website. Instead their own marriage had heated up very pleasantly. The Wednesday evening before their trip, after dropping the boys with her sister in Daytona, Brenda had hurried home to prepare for the trip, which involved a long session with a razor, cleaning everything below her eyebrows, and packing for the trip. While she normally sported a small 'landing strip', occasionally, such as for special trips, she would shave her pussy bare. She had greeted her husband that night in high heels and a short and sheer silk robe, starting the long weekend off that much sooner. Neither of the Housemans had spent all that much time packing for the trip. It was to be a very laid back vacation, with the emphasis on the 'laid.' Frank had packed several pair of khaki shorts and pants, a few sport shirts, and a pair of swim trunks. Brenda had packed several short skirts and a few tops, and a bikini. Underwear would not be necessary. For the trip down, Frank had worn shorts and a sports shirt and leather sandals, and Brenda had worn a light and gauzy wrap skirt, along with a sleeveless wrap top and high heeled sandals. The wrap skirt was mostly unwrapped after lunch, showing an awful lot of nicely tanned leg, though the embroidery in her lap precluded any higher views. Halfway between Key Largo and Marathon, Brenda put away her needlepoint and tossed the bag in the back seat. The rest of the trip to Key West was spent napping, and she didn't wake until Frank nudged her shoulder in the parking lot of the resort they were staying in. "Come on, sleepyhead, time to wake up!" "We're here?", asked Brenda, rubbing her eyes awake. "We're here." Her husband hit the button on the dash, popping the trunk open, and then climbed out. He went around to the back as Brenda fumbled alive and climbed out. She grabbed her needlepoint bag and a handbag from the back seat, along with a beach bag. Frank pulled a mid-sized suitcase and a hanging bag from the trunk and handed both to a bellman, and then led his wife to the lobby. A valet drove off in his Toyota. By the time they had checked in and been taken to their room it was just after four. Surprisingly, their original room had been upgraded to a small suite, after it was discovered that the only rooms available were smoking, and neither of the Housemans smoked. They were given a non-smoking small suite at no difference in price, even at the already discounted price Frank had gotten through the tennis club he was the pro at. Their small suite consisted of an average size bedroom with a king size bed, a very nice and deluxe bath, and a small parlor with a couch and armchairs and tables. Both the parlor and the bedroom had televisions and both had patio doors going out onto an extended private balcony. Frank didn't care. He had just driven almost seven hours and was exhausted. After looking over the suite, Brenda came into the bedroom to find her husband flat on his back on the bed, rubbing his eyes and contemplating a nap of his own. She licked her lips slyly and sat down next to him. He glanced over at her briefly, and commented, "You can drive us home!" "I know how to revive you.", she replied. She ran a hand over the front of his khaki shorts and swung her legs up onto the bed. Frank's eyes snapped open and he looked at his smiling wife. She was facing opposite to how he was laying, so her head was towards his feet and he could see her pussy as she raised up one knee and the split in her skirt caused it to fall completely open. "Really? I think I need a lot of revival." "I guarantee it!" Brenda began rubbing his cock through his shorts again; within seconds it was completely stiff and throbbing under the khaki. She spread her legs even further apart, inviting Frank to touch her, and when he laid a hand gently on her thigh, she quickly undid his catch and zipper. Peeling open his shorts, she was greeted by her husband's thick cock and hairy balls. Like his wife, he hadn't worn or brought any underwear. "Umm, I absolutely guarantee it!" Brenda tugged Frank's shorts down to the point that he could kick them off. She stroked his cockshaft lightly, then moved a hand to his hip and pulled him towards her. Frank rolled onto his side, facing his wife, and she moved her body closer to his, and moved her face to his crotch. Once she began licking and sucking his cockhead, Frank returned the favor, moving his face between her silky soft thighs and began slowly licking her pussylips. Brenda began moaning around the thick cock in her mouth, a sensation her husband found incredibly delightful. His hips began bucking forward, trying to fuck into her face. She kept a hand on his cockshaft, jacking him as she controlled the amount she had to swallow. Frank began licking her clit directly, making her moan even more. It was Brenda who was becoming uncontrollable in her movements, forcing her pussy at her husband, using one hand to hold his head in place and trying to suffocate him with her cunt. Frank never let up, and as Brenda began to shiver in orgasm, her suction drove him over the edge. Grunting, he began feeding her his jism, spurting into her mouth. Brenda was barely able to keep up with the spewing stream, and a fair bit ended up dribbling out of her mouth and onto her chin and cheeks. Sated, at least for the moment, Frank rolled onto his back. "That's a hell of a way to start a vacation." "It's too bad not every vacation can start that way.", commented Brenda. She swung upright and began using her fingers to clean off her face, wiping up her husband's come and licking them clean. "It'd probably be a problem with the boys around.", he replied. "We should take these little 'parents only' vacations more often." She gave him an odd look, tilting her head to the side. "Do you think... I mean, if we had taken more time by ourselves, do you think we wouldn't have ended up, you know... ?" "Ended up cheating?", he finished for her. Brenda just blushed and nodded. Frank just shrugged as best he could, still laying on the bed. "I don't know. Maybe. I mean, I'd still have a bunch of horny trophy wives around me at the club and you'd still have your horny swinger friends back home. I'm sorry, for whatever that's worth. I sure never meant to hurt you, but you just can't hide that sort of thing forever. I'm sorry." Brenda nodded. "I should say the same thing, I guess. Since that night, well, have you... ?" "No. You?" Brenda shook her head negatively. "Have you been tempted?" "You bet! I even had to turn down a couple of offers. What about you and your friends?" "Same thing, I turned them down." He gave his wife a sly smile. "So just who is it that you know that likes threesomes?" "Remember, no names." Frank continued teasing Brenda. "Do I know them? Are they looking for a fourth partner?" Brenda laughed. "Yes, actually you do know them, and they'd probably love a fourth partner. Or a fortieth, for that matter. They are definitely into singing and swapping!" Frank's eyes goggled at the thought. "Are you shitting me? And I know these people? Who are they?" He spouted off several names of people around the Orlando area they both knew, including their neighbors, but Brenda just giggled and refused to answer. Finally, to shut her husband up, Brenda undid the catch on her skirt and tossed it aside. Naked from the waist down, she crawled up the bed and swung a leg across his head, so that she was squatting over his face, her pussy just inches from his lips. "You talk too much." The she sat down on his face and stifled his objections. Frank laughed and tried to protest, but all his wife heard were a few muffled noises. "Are you trying to say something Frank? I can't hear you!" She began moving her hips back and forth and sideways, rubbing her hot, wet pussy over his lips. Frank reached up as best he could to try and hang onto her ass and hips, to settle her down so he could actually eat her out. Brenda kept moving and taunting him, at least until she glanced back over a shoulder and found his cock had revived and was now stiff and upright. Quickly rising up, she scooted back down his body and impaled herself on his erection. "Were you trying to say something, darling?", she teased. Frank laughed. "I think you heard me gasping for air." "Strange! I thought you were gasping for pussy!" Brenda undid her wrap top and tossed it aside, so she was as naked as he was. She bent down and allowed him to suck her nipples, and slid a hand between them to rub her clit. She was moaning happily when Frank grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard, his spasming cock jetting his come into her rippling cunt. Brenda collapsed onto him in relief as he wrapped her in his arms. "I love you, baby.", he whispered. "I love you.", she answered back. ------- Brenda woke up to what she always thought of as a 'married' feeling. She almost always woke up that way and enjoyed it. It seemed that no matter what position they went to sleep with, she and Frank almost invariably woke up with Frank snuggled up behind his wife spoon fashion, one arm draped over her waist, his cock hard up against the soft and warm cheeks of her ass. Unfortunately for the Housemans, while they both enjoyed waking this way, and often had the desire to move into some early morning action, they were simply a normal married couple. Weekdays they had to get up for work or to get the boys off to school; weekends when they might have the time, it was the twins who tended to wake early and demand attention. Brenda smiled to herself as she woke up. No boys! Twisting slightly, she turned under her husband's outstretched arm. Frank murmured in his sleep and rolled onto his back. Even better! Brenda grinned and carefully peeled the covers down off her still sleeping husband. After making love in the late afternoon after they got to the resort, Brenda and Frank had showered and dressed, and gone into Key West for dinner. Afterwards, back in their room, Brenda's plan for some more romance collapsed. Exhausted by the long day, Frank had laid back on/// the king size bed to wait for Brenda to come out of the bathroom in her new nightie, which she had promised to model for him. Instead, when she came back, she had found her husband snoring on the bed, out cold. Brenda's dismay had been only momentary, rapidly taken over by amusement. It had been a long day, and she was tired, too. Chuckling to herself quietly, she had very quietly and very gently stripped her husband's clothes from his slumbering form, first his shoes, then his pants, carefully tugging them down and off his legs, and finally unbuttoning his shirt and gingerly peeling it off. Frank slept through the entire event, the only notice he seemed to make was his snores evened out after a few minutes. Eventually, Brenda crawled onto the bed next to her him and pulled a light blanket over them both. She fell asleep within a few minutes herself. Now, with traces of sunlight peeking around the closely shut drapes, Brenda twisted on the bed to lie facing her still sleeping husband. He looked innocent in repose, but not entirely innocent, since his early morning wood was gently throbbing with his pulse. She knew full well the physiological reason for his erection, but still liked its pleasant appearance. Reaching out she ran a fingertip along the length of the shaft, her index finger tracing the veins along the side and bottom. It twitched gently and filled even larger, even though its owner still slept on. Brenda smiled. She didn't need any foreplay other than the pleasure she received from preparing Frank for his eventual role in the morning's activities. She slowly sat upright and knelt. Swing a leg up and over her husband's waist, she positioned herself straddling him. At this movement, Frank's eyes snapped open, to look down his torso to find his wife positioning his erect cock and sitting down slowly on it. "And good morning to you!", he commented wryly. Brenda's eyes closed blissfully as she allowed Frank's stiff cock to slowly fill her hot and wet pussy. "Yes, it is a good morning, isn't it?", she answered, slowly opening her eyes and looking down on him. She ran her hands along his ribs and began to slowly rock above him. Frank began to run his fingertips along Brenda's thighs and calves. "Is that the new nightie you wanted to show me last night?" "Yes it is. Do you like it?" Frank smiled. It wasn't the most extreme nightgown his wife owned, not by a long shot, but it was very sexy nonetheless. It was a short white lace chemise, with a low U-shaped cut in the front and with a pair of slits up each thigh to the waist. It was skin tight and almost totally transparent. He nodded silently. "Well, maybe some other night I'll model it for you. With my white heels? The ones that strap around the ankles?" Frank nodded again. "Sorry about last night. I guess I fell asleep." "No guess, dear. You'll have to make it up to me today." "You talk too much.", Frank replied. Grabbing his wife's hips, he began to guide her, moving her quicker and more forcefully onto him. "Concentrate!", he ordered with a laugh. "I'll give you 'concentrate' you asshole! I'm not the one who fell asleep last night!", replied Brenda with a laugh. She began grinding her hips down, riding him hard and rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. She tightened her pussy muscles as much as possible, thanks to the Kegel exercises she occasionally performed. Frank reached up and pulled down on the stretchy lace neckline of Brenda's chemise, the tiny straps sliding down her arms, allowing her tits to spring into view. He loved seeing her this way, not totally naked but still wearing some clothing. It seemed much more erotic than total nudity. He groaned appreciatively and bucked his hips upwards driving his cock up into his wife's grasping cunt. "Come on, fuck me, fuck me!", he demanded. He could feel himself getting closer. For Brenda the final moment came when her husband reached up and began to pinch and fondle her sensitive nipples. She had already enjoyed a small orgasm when she had started riding Frank, now she moaned and gasped and collapsed onto him. Her pussy, spasming and out of control, drove Frank over the edge and began sucking the come out of his cock. She lay on top of him, whimpering, as he rubbed his hands across her ass and back. They lay there several minutes as his cock slowly deflated and their breathing got back to normal, as their juices seeped out of her pussy and down between his legs, over his balls, dripping into the bedclothes. Brenda groaned as she straightened her legs and rolled off her lover and husband. "I need another nap." "I have a suspicion that whatever you need, a nap is not going to be involved.", replied Frank with a smirk. "Har-de-har-har, Mister Sleepyhead." Brenda sat upright and stared at the come sodden mass of pubic hair surrounding her husband's flaccid penis. "Considering how useless you are right now, a nap would probably be all I could get!" Before her laughing husband could answer, Brenda climbed from the bed and went into the bathroom. Frank chuckled and refrained from any smartass comments, and then put his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. Falling asleep last night or not, their vacation was off to an excellent start. He listened to his wife use the toilet and brush her teeth, and by the time the shower started, he could feel life returning to his groin. "You should have applied yourself to the problem.", he yelled to her. "You say something, Frank?" Grinning, Frank got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom as well. It was rather large and ornate, mostly done in granite and glass, with double vanities, a small whirlpool tub, and a large glassed shower. He quickly sat down on the toilet to take care of business and watched his wife soap up behind the glass walls of the huge shower. It looked about the same size as the ones in the club, which could wash down half the tennis club at a single go. Standing, he stroked his cock a minute to bring it to full strength, then joined his wife under the hot water. "Well, this is a nice change of pace. What were you saying a minute ago?", asked Brenda, cooing as she saw her husband's erect cock advancing towards her. "I was saying it wasn't very nice of you to leave me in bed without completely satisfying my needs." "Oh, really?! A few minutes ago it looked like they were taken care of." "You obviously took off too early, didn't you?" He took the soap from her hands and began rubbing it over her body. Brenda quickly found herself pressed up against the glass wall as her husband mauled and tormented her flesh. "Hmmm?" She quickly forgot the question as her body responded to Frank's touches. The soap slipped out of his fingers but it made no difference. Her body was slippery and slick, and her whining moans loud and insistent. She eagerly complied when her husband turned her to face the wall, bending over, spreading her legs apart, and arching her back and thrusting her rear towards him. Frank stepped back and used one hand to hold her ass as the other guided his cock into her pussy from behind. Their shower back home was too small for this kind of fun; the last time they had done this had been on their honeymoon! "Take it, bitch!", he ordered as he slammed his hips forward, driving his cock totally inside in one fast stroke. "Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me!" Frank grabbed his wife's glistening hips, and as the water poured down on them, surged forward. He was slam fucking her into the glass wall of the shower, and Brenda found herself flattened against the glass as her husband powerfucked her pussy from behind. "Harder, harder!", she begged. Her pussy walls were rippling in relentless orgasm as his cock plowed her from behind. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Frank couldn't last any longer. With a final slam forward, he yanked Brenda's hips back, burying himself in her, and the come churned, pulsing up his cock and into her grasping cunt. He gasped out a strangled, "Aarrghhhh!", as he deposited the load deep within her, and then sagged down against her. The hot water washed down over the pair, and then they pulled apart. The come running out of her pussy and down her thighs was washed away. Brenda sighed as they separated, and she bent down, retrieving the dropped soap. She pushed against the glass wall and said, "I sure hope these things are strong enough." Frank smiled. "I don't think we're the first people ever to have done this." "Probably not, but how do you write the design specifications for screwing in a shower?" Frank's eyes widened and his face split in a big grin, but he just shook his head and cleaned up. Afterwards, dried and getting dressed, Brenda asked, "So what was the plan for the day, anyway?" "I think we just started on the first part." "Huh?" "Wakeup — sex — breakfast — sex — lunch — sex..." Brenda shook her head in disbelief. "That sounds a lot more interesting than I think you're up to, big boy." "So, what was your plan? Shopping?" "What's wrong with shopping?", she teased. "Just as long as we have sex afterwards." Brenda laughed. Opening the drawer where she had unloaded her suitcase into, she pulled out a short skirt and top. Frank returned to the bathroom to shave and Brenda dressed, sitting on the bed to slip into her high heeled sandals. When her husband returned, she stood and twirled around for him. "Is this okay?" Frank smiled as he eyed his wife. The skirt she had selected was a flirty black cotton flip skirt that went to mid-thigh. The top was a tight red cotton tank top with spaghetti strap across the shoulders. A couple of inches of well tanned skin separated the top from the skirt. "Looks great to me!" "I mean, it's not too extreme, is it?" He grinned and laughed. "Extreme? In Key West? Babe, gorgeous leggy brunettes in hot outfits are a dime a dozen down here. Hell, for Fantasy Fest, you'd be overdressed!" She smiled at his description and Frank took her hand and pulled her to the door. "Let's grab some breakfast or something. I'm starved." Brenda glanced back at the rumpled bed. "I can't imagine why." She followed him down the hallway to the elevator. "So what's this Fantasy Fest thing you mentioned?" It was late for breakfast and they quickly found themselves seated. Frank waited until the waitress had left them before going on. "You've lived all this time in Florida and never heard of Fantasy Fest?" Frank looked at his wife in true surprise. She shook her head in the negative. He shrugged and continued, "Well, every year, sometime in the fall, there's this big party here in Key West. I don't know if it's for a whole week or just a long weekend, but anyway, it's pretty wild and wide open as far as the dress code goes." "Meaning?" "Well... and I've never actually been to one of these, but you hear about them from time to time... anyway, some nights it's lingerie night and some it's body painting. I mean, this town is pretty crazy and laid back at normal times, and at Fantasy Fest they throw away the rule book!" Brenda laughed. "And just how crazy is Key West the rest of the time?" "Well, you were asleep when we drove through town, but I saw one place advertising a clothing optional floor to the bar and restaurant." Brenda gaped at her husband. Frank laughed and continued, "Like I said, Brenda, what you're wearing now just puts you on a par with everyone else down here." "I don't believe you." Frank just gave his wife a beatific smile. "So, don't believe me. I know where I'm having a drink for lunch, though." Brenda stared at him, half in disbelief, then swatted at him with her napkin. "You are so full of shit!" Frank just smiled back. "Some night when we get home, I'll get online and find you some pictures. I bet your swinging and swapping friends know all about it." After breakfast Frank and Brenda retrieved their car from valet parking and headed into Key West for sightseeing and some souvenir shopping for the boys. Most of the time they walked, since Key West wasn't actually all that big of a city. Frank did show his wife the bar he had seen offering a clothing optional section, which caused Brenda to blush furiously, but it seemed to be too early for business and he wasn't able to make good on his threat of lunch there. They made do at a small open air bistro in the center part of the town. Mid-afternoon, as Frank's willingness to window shop began to be stretched to the breaking point, the weather seemed to be turning for the worse. It had been gray and gloomy most of the morning, but dark clouds began to gather and it seemed as if an afternoon thunderstorm was blowing in off the Gulf. They headed back to their car, arriving just as the first fat raindrops began dropping out of the sky. Frank played gallant husband, letting Brenda in and loading their purchases in the back seat, before climbing behind the wheel. It was a choice he instantly wondered about. By the time he had climbed inside, the sky had opened up and a hard rain had pelted down on him, soaking him to the bone. He shook his head vigorously, spraying water on his laughing and protesting wife. "Where's Noah when you need him?", he asked. "Probably hanging out at the strip club.", commented Brenda. Frank snorted. "Well, God did specify two of everything! He's probably comparison shopping." He reached into his squishy pocket and found his keys. They were almost dripping when he put them in the ignition. "I'm surprised I didn't short out the ignition." He flipped on the lights and the wipers at high speed, then headed back to the resort. He needed a complete change of clothing from the skin out, although that only consisted of a pair of shorts and a brightly colored flower print shirt. The storm was so bad he could barely see and he drove at a crawl. He even had to turn the heater onto a windshield defrost setting, it was so humid. As they were almost at the resort, Brenda shouted, "Frank, slow down, there's somebody off the road up here." Frank peered into the downpour to see a car near the entrance to the resort, pulled over to the side, lights flashing. "Maybe somebody's in trouble." "Yeah, drowning." "Well? Pull over!" Frank rolled his eyes and pulled in behind the car. Through the rain he could tell it was a Mercedes 550, but that was about it. The lights and flashers were on, and somebody seemed to be inside. "Now what?", he asked his wife. He already knew the answer. "Well, go see what their problem is." "Their problem is it's raining too hard to see!", he protested. She made shooing motions to send him on his way. "It's pouring out there!" "Well, you're already wet, so it won't matter." Muttering under his breath, Frank opened the car door and stepped outside, immediately soaking himself again. He trudged to the side of the Mercedes and tapped on the driver side window. The window slid down just a crack, enough to allow some conversation, and he asked, "Are you alright?" It was a woman's voice that responded, a clear alto slightly lower than his wife's. "Yes. Thank you! It just stopped! It won't turn over or start or anything! Do you know anything about cars?" "Not a thing. Are you staying at the resort?" He pointed down the road towards the entrance. The woman inside nodded and said "Yes! Can you give me a lift?" Frank nodded. "Okay, give me a minute." He walked back to the car and pulled up alongside the Mercedes, and then got out. He went around to the passenger side rear door and rearranged Brenda's purchases, then stepped back. Grabbing the door handle of the Mercedes, he flung it open and yelled, "Get out! Get in!" Laughing, the woman grabbed her purse and car keys and hopped from one car into the other. Frank closed both doors and moved back around to his car, hearing the woman lock her car by remote. Once he got in the car, he was as wet as if he had been showering in his clothes. "You have no idea how grateful I am! I thought I was going to be stuck out there!", their new guest gushed. "You're quite welcome.", replied Brenda from the front seat. She twisted around in her seat to half face the rear. "I'm Brenda and this is Frank. We're the Housemans." "Thank you so much! I'm Liz Burroughs." "Frank." Frank shook his head vigorously, spraying the interior of the car with droplets. Both women squealed in laughter. "Asshole!", said Brenda affectionately. "Apologize!" "I'm sorry it's raining!" Both women laughed again. Frank started the car up and headed through the entrance of the resort and pulled up to the door. A rather bedraggled valet came out from under an umbrella. The car park area was under a roof, but the poor kid would be soaked by the time he got back. "You better cough up a decent tip for this kid.", said Frank to Brenda, "or you might not see this thing again until your next vacation." Brenda started rooting through her purse but Liz beat her to it. "Let me. It's the least I can do. You two are lifesavers." She pulled a ten dollar bill from her purse and handed it to the valet. Frank retrieved Brenda's purchases and led the way, dripping, into the resort. Liz repeated herself. "Thank you so much!" Frank answered, "You're welcome, but it really wasn't all that much. What about your car?" "I'm going to call Triple-A and get somebody out here. I'll probably have to stick around in the lobby, but somebody should be able to at least tow it off the side of the road. Anyway, thank you both so much! I hope we meet again later." Brenda and Frank made their manners and said goodbye, and Frank followed his wife to the elevators and their room. Once inside, Frank unceremoniously dumped the shopping bags on the floor and peeled off his soaking wet shirt. Before he could lose the shorts, though, he had to kick off his soaked leather sandals. Debating briefly about sitting down on something and getting it wet, he decided to lean against the wall with one hand and use the other to strip off the soggy shoes. When he finished he stood up and turned around, to find his wife eyeing him speculatively. Brenda stepped up to him and said "Ummm, why don't you let me help you with that?" Her voice was husky, and Frank glanced down at her to see that her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers and poking out the top of her tank top shirt. She began to undo his belt catch and zipper. "You were so heroic today." Frank felt his dick starting to waken. "I don't know about heroic." "Frank, don't you want a hero's reward?", she teased. She unzipped his shorts and pushed down on the sodden fabric. His pants hung on his hips briefly before slipping down to the carpet. She stepped even closer and began fondling his cock with both hands. "Well, now that you mention it, it was awfully wet out there. Cold, too." Brenda smiled lustily and pushed him backwards across the room to the couch, still using both hands to play with his cock. "Well, you just sit down here, and I'll warm you up. You'll still end up wet, but I know you won't be cold!" Frank sat down in the center of the couch and sprawled backwards, his legs splayed out to the side and his arms draped backwards over the back of the couch. He wasn't sure what Brenda was up to, but he thought he would surely enjoy it. His cock was stiff and pointed at the ceiling. Brenda didn't disappoint him. Kneeling in front of him, she began to slowly jack his cockshaft with both hands, and then as the first bead of his pre-come dotted the tip of his cockhead, she leaned forward and began licking her tongue all over. She didn't actually put his cock in her mouth, just kept slowly jacking and licking, actions that could keep him stiff and happy for hours, endlessly pumping out pre-come. Slowly, over a space of about twenty minutes, she began speeding up her efforts, and began to close her lips over his cockhead, softly suctioning her husband's cock. "Yeah, oh yeah. That's it, don't stop." Frank's hands were running through her thick brown hair, trying to gently force her head down, but Brenda kept control, using her hands on the shaft to keep only the tip of his cock between her lips. "More... oh yeah, that's it... don't stop... just keep doing that..." Brenda began sucking hard on the cock in her mouth, twisting and jacking the shaft. "Oh God!... that's it... take it, take it..." Frank gasped as he lost control. It felt like a torrent was spewing out of his cock and into his wife's willing mouth. Brenda pulled back slightly as her husband began to come. She jacked and swallowed hungrily until he was drained, then opened her mouth and began to lick and clean his cockhead and shaft. "We're still not done yet.", she commented? "Oh?", asked Frank, eyeing her speculatively. Brenda smiled and shook her head. "Nope!" She stood up in front of him and lifted her skirt to her waist. Her pussy looked puffy and wet. "Your turn!" She came as close to him as she could, her knees against the couch and straddling his outstretched legs. "If you're hungry, I've got a nice box lunch for you." Frank groaned at the old pun, and then he sat upright and moved forward to the edge of the cushions. Leaning forward, he grabbed his wife's ass and pulled her forward and buried his face in her pussy. Brenda gave a brief shriek of surprise and pleasure, dropping the skirt over his head and grabbing him, pulling him even closer. Frank licked her pussy and clit for about ten minutes, as Brenda moaned and shuddered at his touch. Pussy juice was flowing freely, wetting his face as he tongued her clit and slit. It wasn't long before Frank was stiff enough again, so after a second oral orgasm, he pulled his head back and leaned backwards against the back of the couch. Brenda looked down at him through lust glazed eyes, seeing his stiff cock and the expectant look on his face. "Climb on board!", he ordered quietly. Brenda simply nodded and crawled onto him, her knees straddling her husband's thighs. She lifted her skirt up and Frank guided the tip of his cock into her drenched cunt, and then Brenda sank down onto him, impaling herself. "Jesus... oh sweet Jesus..." Brenda began moaning and whimpering incoherently as she rode Frank's cock. She still had her skirt and heels on, but she peeled her top off as soon as he began to touch and tweak her nipples through the thin cotton fabric. That was all Frank needed. As soon as they were visible, Frank lowered his face and used his hands to lift her tits up to his mouth. Brenda's soft moans became total babbling as her pussy churned into an incredible long orgasm. Frank's own orgasm was almost anticlimactic to her. His cock pulsed out his come into her spasming cunt and she sagged down against him, semi dazed with lust and exhaustion. "Oh my God!", she mumbled. "That was... that was..." She couldn't think enough to finish her sentence. "Nap time, for both of us.", commented Frank. Brenda just nodded. She slowly climbed off his lap, and Frank pushed her gently to their bed. They both fell asleep moments after stretching out on the bedcovers. ------- Chapter 18: A New Friend Brenda woke before Frank did, shortly after six, and in rising up and climbing off the bed, she managed to wake her husband. Frank rolled over and eyed Brenda curiously, since she was still wearing her high heeled sandals and skirt, but was otherwise topless. "Want to get some dinner?" "Definitely, but I need to shower and change. I don't think this is suitable attire for a restaurant." "There is that place in town I showed you." "Not on your life!", laughed Brenda. "Besides, I would still have to dress in order to get there." "Want some help in the shower?" "If you help me in the shower, neither of us will end up getting any dinner.", she said with a snort. "True, true. Well, hurry up, I need to clean up, too. Did you want to go out?" "No, let's try the restaurant here. We can have a few drinks in the bar, have dinner, and come back up so I can model another nightie for you." "Sounds like a plan! Now, go take that shower. For some reason you smell like you've been fucking your brains out." "Well, fuck you and the horse you rode in on! I don't have to model anything but flannel long johns if you'd prefer." Frank laughed and waved Brenda into the bathroom. While she was showering, he dug out his clothing, a pair of khaki trousers and a dressy sport shirt, and sat down to watch the local news. When Brenda finished in the bathroom, they switched places. She came out wrapped in her towel, and once Frank was out of the way, pulled a pink and gold halter topped dress from the closet. Her dressy gold sandals would go nicely with it. She sat down and did her makeup while waiting for Frank to get ready. It wasn't until Frank finished in the bathroom, even dressing there, that he got a good look at his wife. "Wow!" Brenda smiled broadly. "You like?" She twirled around and posed for him. It was a new dress, very form fitting, with a hem several inches above the knees, deeply cut in a vee at the front and dipping very low in the back. It was made from a very light and sheer satiny material and clung to her like a second skin. Frank stuck his tongue out, panting like a dog, which got Brenda laughing. Then he started barking and howling, which really got her going. "You make me laugh too hard and I'll ruin my makeup!" "That's new, right?" "Very good!" Frank came up to his wife and reached around her, cupping her asscheeks and feeling for any panties. In that dress a mole would have stood out, but he definitely enjoyed checking anyway. "Do you really want to go out or should we try for room service?" "Down boy, down!", she demanded. Brenda pushed her husband away and skipped to the door. "Feed me first." Frank rolled his eyes and grabbed the card key. Brenda waited in the hallway for her husband, who walked with her down the hallway to the elevators. At first his arm was around her waist, but after a few feet, his hand had slipped down to rest on her ass. At the feel of his hand rubbing her rear, she gave Frank a shy smile, which he gave a neutral response to. However, once inside the elevator, he brought his other hand up and slipped it inside the top of her dress, to cup and caress a plump and warm breast. Brenda moaned and sagged against her husband. "Oh Jesus, Frank." "Hmmm?" "Take me back to the room!" The elevator jerked as it reached the lobby and Frank pulled his hand out of his wife's top. Her face was flushed and her breathing was raspy. "I thought you wanted dinner.", he replied with a smirk. "You bastard!" Frank leaned closer, caressing her ass again. "Is this fabric safe from come stains?", he whispered. Brenda whimpered and grabbed her husband's hand, trying to pull him back onto the elevator, but Frank laughed and held firm, pulling back and towing her towards the lobby. "Drinks and dinner!", he ordered. "God is going to punish you, and sooner than you think!" Frank laughed and tugged Brenda's hand pulling her towards the bar. About halfway across the lobby, a voice sang out, "Hey guys, wait up!" Frank looked around to see a woman waving at them from across the lobby. He gave her a curious look as she came closer, but it was Brenda who remembered her from earlier in the day. "Liz! Good to see you again!" Liz came to them, her high heels clicking on the tile of the lobby floor. "You guys are such lifesavers! Thank you so much!" "Oh you're welcome. I'm glad we were able to help. What's going on with your car?", asked Brenda. "As soon as the rain stopped, Triple-A got a tow truck out here. I went with the driver to the garage and he brought me back afterwards." "So what are you driving now?", asked Frank. "I'm not. I'm here all through next week, and I'll just call a cab if I need to travel. Something should be figured out by the end of my stay." Liz looked them over. "That dress is just gorgeous!", she told Brenda. "You two going out to dinner?" "Not tonight. We thought we would hang out and have a few drinks and dinner here. What about you? You look like you're up for a night of clubbing!", replied Brenda. Frank eyed their new friend. Liz Burroughs was a few years older than the Housemans, in her early forties, and in very nice shape. He hadn't been in any mood to look her over earlier, but Brenda was right; Liz looked like she was going to go out partying. She was wearing skin tight jeans, stiletto spiked sandals, a crisp white blouse open to the waist, and underneath, a tiny black sequined bra that barely contained a very impressive bust. She looked like a woman going out on the prowl. "Sort of, but I can wait on that. Are you going into the bar? Please, the first round is on me!" "Works for me.", commented Frank. He ushered the two women into the bar off the lobby and they settled into low chairs around a coffee table. A cocktail waitress came over and took their orders. "I'd like a rum and coke. What about you two?" "A margarita?", asked Brenda. The waitress nodded. "I'd like a mudslide.", announced Liz. "A mudslide? What's that?", asked Frank. Liz looked at the waitress, who rattled off the ingredients. "Acckkk, that's an alcoholic milk shake!", he said. The others laughed, and Liz confirmed, "Pretty much!" "Sounds yummy! Switch mine to one of those!", asked Brenda. Her husband simply rolled his eyes. The waitress moved off to the bar and Brenda turned to Liz. "So, is there a Mister Burroughs?" Like Frank, she had noticed a wedding ring and a diamond engagement ring with a stone able to choke a small horse. "Hmmm? Oh, yes." She wiggled her left hand. "There's a Mister Burroughs, he's just not here." She noted the curiosity in the others' eyes, and continued, "Nothing too sordid. He's in Africa or Asia or something for a few weeks, and I'm on vacation." "He's traveling the world and you're here?", asked an incredulous Brenda. "Absolutely!" "Is he traveling for business?", asked Frank. Liz nodded. "He's a senior VP on the upstream side at ExxonMobil. There is no way I am going to any of those hellholes with him." Frank shook his head. "Upstream?" "Production." Liz watched her new friends stare at her in confusion, so she went on. "See, he works for an oil company, a big one, ExxonMobil." Frank and Brenda nodded, so she kept going. "Upstream is the production end, exploration, drilling, oil rigs, that sort of thing. Downstream is what you do with the oil, like oil refineries and gas stations." "So he works on the production side?", confirmed Brenda. "Precisely! Oh, it's not like he works on the rigs, but he goes all over securing drilling rights and dealing with governments and land owners, that sort of thing." "That sounds interesting. So why don't you go with him? I mean, at least some of the time. You make it sound like you don't want to. I would think it was sort of exotic and all.", asked Brenda. The drinks came, and Frank stared at the gigantic chocolate milk shakes that it looked like the other two would be drinking. Brenda sipped hers and squealed, "Yummy!", which earned her laughs from the others. The waitress left and Liz explained, "I did go on a few trips with him, way back when, but never again. It is nowhere near as romantic as you might think." Brenda and Frank looked at her curiously. "Well, Jack goes to either West Africa or the Middle East. West Africa, that's like Nigeria or Angola, is simply hell on earth. I swear to Jesus either one would need a promotion to become part of the third world. Just getting off the airplane exposes you to malaria, dengue fever, Ebola, sleeping sickness, God only knows what. I went there once and won't go back even at gunpoint!" "Wow! And the Middle East? I guess that's pretty frightening these days." Liz nodded agreement. "That's strange, too. It either breaks down as Asshole-istan, where a woman has to be covered from head to toe and walks behind the man, and everybody runs around runs around shooting AK-47s into the air, and killing Americans gets you extra brownie points in heaven, or it's the super civilized places like some of the Arab cities, where the only women who show up at meetings and parties are hookers, and you might be expected to share. I'm kinky, but I'm not that kinky!" "Holy shit!", exclaimed Frank. "So you stay home while your husband works overseas. Where is home, anyway?" Liz nodded and sipped her mudslide. "I went on a few trips back when we were younger, and forget it! Now, if they ever discover oil off the coast of Honolulu, sign me up, but the hell with those other places." "Do you work?", asked Brenda. "Only on my tan.", their friend quipped, getting a laugh. "No, Jack does very well. We live just outside of Houston. We've kind of come to an accommodation over the years. When he goes overseas, I go on vacation." "And otherwise?" "He'll call me and tell me when he's going to get home. All I have to do is make sure I'm greeting him at the door in a negligee and high heels, with a pair of ice cold martinis in my hands!" Frank laughed at that, saying, "When are you going to try that?" Brenda snorted and answered dryly, "Once the boys have graduated from college. I'll probably be using a walker and orthopedic high heels, but I'll give it a try." Frank laughed and excused himself to find the bathroom. Once he had left, Brenda leaned towards Liz and asked, "So tonight, are you off clubbing or something?" Liz nodded. "That's the other part of our little agreement. I don't complain if he strays overseas, and he lets me fool around back here." "Wow!" "The only restriction is that I fool around somewhere outside of Texas. We don't do anything that would embarrass the other back home." "And your husband's okay with that?" Brenda could barely believe her ears. Liz smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Like I said, I just have to be at home in heels and a nightgown, with drinks and toys and lube ready to go. Hell, he tells me what he's done and I tell him what I've done. It's a real turn-on!" "Holy shit!", exclaimed Brenda. Frank came back from the men's room and settled back into his seat. "So, did I miss anything?" Liz grinned and Brenda said, "I'll tell you later." Liz laughed loudly at this, leaving Frank to wonder what exactly had occurred in his absence. "So, on a different subject, how long are you two here for and what have you seen so far?" "We're just taking a long weekend away from the kids. We're only here until Sunday, then it's back to Orlando." Brenda explained that they had only arrived the previous day and their explorations had been limited to the town that morning. "So what about tomorrow?' Brenda shrugged and looked at her husband. "I was hoping to get a little sun and just lay about for a bit." Frank shrugged and agreed with her. "Works for me." They both looked back at Liz. "Any suggestions?" "Not really. The weather is supposed to be good the rest of the weekend. The storm blew through and is history now. There's a pool here, or you can go down to the beach. That can be interesting." "How so?", asked Frank, raising an eyebrow. Liz lowered her voice a touch and leaned forward. "Well, there's actually two beaches. The first, the near one, is just a beach, but if you go down the beach and around a bend, it becomes clothing optional." "A nude beach! I've never done that before!", said Brenda. "Me neither.", admitted Frank. "I mean, I suntan topless at home when the boys are at school and I have a few minutes, but I've never actually done it in public." "It isn't all that public.", commented Liz. "There's sign saying it's clothing optional, and the life guard keeps out the gawkers." "There's a lifeguard?", asked Brenda. Liz nodded, and Brenda asked, "And he's?... him, too?" Liz laughed and nodded again. "Oh, my!" Frank suddenly looked alarmed and stared at his wife. "You're not thinking of..." "Well, you know I don't like tan lines." "I don't know, honey." "What's the matter? Afraid of showing the world everything?" Frank rolled his eyes. "Let's just say that with you there showing the world everything, I'll be sure to be pointing the way down the beach." The two women laughed raucously and waved the waitress over for another round. Liz commented, "Well, you can probably get Brenda to take care of that for you. Just be discreet." "What!?" She smiled and said, "Yeah, sure. I mean you can't go wild and crazy down at the water's edge, but something a little less noticeable..." Liz held her right hand low and made a circle of her thumb and fingers, then moved it in a universally known fashion. "That little problem will come right down to size." Brenda laughed hysterically, almost dropping her drink. Frank was somewhat less amused. "I don't think so." Brenda and Liz both laughed at that. Liz stayed with them through a third round of drinks, then kissed them both on the cheek and signed the bill to her room. She headed out to the lobby and Frank and Brenda headed to the restaurant. After being seated, as she looked over her menu, Brenda glanced at her husband and teased him, saying, "Maybe we should try that beach after all, Frank. I wouldn't be embarrassed. Would you?" "You're not going to let that go, are you?" "Probably not!", she said with a giggle. "That's all I need you telling your friends about!" Dinner was pleasant, with a variety of Caribbean based and flavored appetizers and entrees, followed by Key lime pie. Frank began to taper off his drinking, but Brenda was feeling silly, and continued to imbibe. She also continued to tease her husband about visiting the nude beach, and he continued to protest about the idea. Even with dawdling over dessert, it still seemed too early to Brenda to leave. "Now what?", she asked her husband. "Hmmm?" He stood and took her hand, helping her to her feet. Brenda wasn't unsteady, but she was a little loopy. She held his hand tightly. "It's too early to leave." "How about a nightcap, babe?" Brenda brightened at the idea and allowed Frank to lead her out of the restaurant and back towards the bar. Inside, it was surprisingly packed, probably because it was a Friday night and a local piano player was playing light jazz tunes in the corner. Frank spotted a pair of bar stools in the corner and led the way, with Brenda gripping his hand as he threaded his way through the crowd. They got to the stools moments before another couple came upon them, and Frank just shrugged pleasantly while the others moved off. They climbed onto the barstools, with Brenda crossing her legs carefully, attempting to maintain at least a minimum level of decency in her short dress, but it was several more minutes before the bartender came by. "What'll it be?" "Rum and coke.", said Frank. "Can I get a mudslide?", asked Brenda. Frank snorted derisively at this. "Sure. It'll just be a few minutes." He moved down the bar, collecting a few more orders and ringing up another couple's tab. It was closer to ten minutes before their drinks came through, but Frank didn't mind. While his wife watched the piano player and listened to the music, he watched his wife. The evening's booze had loosened up her already weak inhibitions and goosed her libido. Her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of her dress, and she was moving and jiggling pleasantly in time with the music. Once their drinks were served, he twisted his seat around so he was right up next to her. Then, with his drink in his left hand, he placed his right hand on Brenda's knee. Brenda made a quiet gasp and her head turned back to face his. Frank slid his hand slowly up her knee, gently caressing the smooth skin of her thigh. "Frank... here?" "Sssshhhh.", he whispered back. His hand kept moving upwards, and a fingertip slid under the hem of her dress. "People will see!" "Hey, you're the one who was making plans to be discreet tomorrow. Let's see who's discreet now!" His hand was entirely under her dress, with his fingertips tracing patterns on the tender flesh of her thighs. Pushing further and spreading his fingers, he began pushing her legs apart. Brenda whimpered lowly and looked around nervously. Nobody seemed to be paying either of them the slightest attention, so she spread her legs slightly. Seconds later her husband's fingers were teasing her pussy and clit. She gripped the edge of the bar as she came, silently. "You need to calm down, honey, and relax." "You bastard!" Frank laughed and sipped his drink, and began to vigorously finger Brenda's clit. Her nipples were like bullets pushing out against the sheer fabric of the dress, and her breathing became harsh, her skin flushed with desire. "Relax!" "Take me upstairs, Frank!", she demanded. He just smiled. "I'm not done yet." He took another small drink of his rum and coke. "Now! Hurry!", she begged. Her pussy began to spasm again. He just smiled and shook his head. Brenda rode through another orgasm, then began sucking down her mudslide as quickly as she could. Finished, she again begged to leave, but Frank just waved his half empty glass at her. It was too much for the woman. Grabbing it from his hands, she drained it, too. "Now!" Frank laughed and waved over the bartender. "Honey, can you sign for it?", he asked her innocently. His fingers were a hidden blur of motion in her drenched pussy. Brenda nodded weakly. A few minutes later she could barely scratch her name on the slip. Finished, she stood, dislodging Frank's fingers and letting her dress fall down her thighs normally. "You bastard!", she whispered to him, then grabbed his hand and pulled him afterwards from the bar. Frank just laughed as he was dragged along. Once on the elevator, Frank pushed his wife up against the wall and began kissing her. Brenda's arms were thrown around his neck and she moaned as his body mashed against her, flattening her tits and forcing his hard cock against her pussy. She felt as weak as a wet rag when the chime rang and the door opened. They stepped out into the hallway, but she immediately pushed him against the wall and resumed kissing her husband. Frank began rubbing his hands along his wife's back and sides, fondling and teasing her. He hadn't seen her this aroused in public in ages; she was practically humping herself against his body! Twisting around slightly so that she was pressed back against the wall next to the elevator bank, he took it another notch higher. Bringing his hands up between them, he spread the deep vee of her top apart and pulled her tits into view. Brenda moaned loudly as his fingers played with her sensitive nipples, but made no move to stop him. It was time. Frank pulled himself out of her grasp, breathing heavily, and Brenda came to her senses about where they were. Calming her panting, she tucked herself back in her dress, only to be stopped by the voice of her husband. "No!", he ordered quietly. "Frank?" "I didn't say you could do that. Show me your tits again." "Frank!?" "Do it!" Brenda couldn't believe what she was doing, but she pulled apart her top and pushed her tits back into view, looking up and down the hallway nervously as she did so. Frank smiled and nodded. "Now, pull up your dress.", he demanded. "Oh God!", she whispered. Using both hands she grabbed the thin material below her hips and began inching it upwards, looking at Frank piteously, waiting for him to say when she could stop. She knew it was a hopeless idea, Frank would want it up to her waist! She was completely correct. Frank motioned with his fingers for her to keep raising it until her pussy was totally exposed, and then came closer. Completing her degradation, he grabbed her hands and thrust them into her crotch. "I want it nice and juicy!", he whispered, and Brenda whimpered. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he slowly led her down the hallway to their room, with Brenda's tits hanging out of her dress and her fingers stuffed in her pussy. He took forever to dig out his key card, and when a door down the end of the hall opened, Brenda flattened herself against him, hiding her face, as he chuckled and opened the door to their suite. "You bastard!", she whispered, twisting inside and out of the line of sight. "Just don't stop!", was the only reply she received. Brenda resumed playing with her pussy. Putting a hand in the small of her back, he led her into the bedroom and turned on the lights. He positioned her facing the dresser, and Brenda stared at herself in the mirror behind the dresser. The woman looking back seemed to be a different woman, her hair and makeup mussed, love marks on her neck and breasts, her pussy wet and puffy. She even smelled different, as her musk arose from between her legs. "Stay." Frank stepped back and quickly peeled off his clothes. He hadn't felt this hard in years. If his cock had been a hammer, he could have driven a railroad spike with it. Moving back behind his wife, he slipped up behind her. Brenda bent forward and moved her feet farther apart, and Frank slipped his cock between her hot and sweaty thighs. As soon as he felt her velvety cuntlips teased against his cockhead, he lunged his hips forward, spearing his cock into her pussy. Brenda wailed as an incredible orgasm ripped through her, starting at her pussy and radiating outwards from there. Even her toes and fingertips felt like they were coming as Frank hammered his cock into her from behind. "Don't stop!", he demanded, pushing her hands back to her cunt from where they had grabbed the dresser. Frank grabbed her hips and began slamming into his wife from behind. "Do it! Make me come! Work it!" Brenda gasped and panted, her body and brain on orgasm overload as her husband's cock plowed her from behind. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!", she wailed incoherently. Her tits jiggled and bounced, drawing Frank's eyes to them in the mirror, urging him even faster. "Fuck me!" Frank began grunting from the exertion. His cock sawed in and out of her spasming pussy, the muscles clenching against the intruder. Brenda's fingers were a blur around her clit and slit; Frank could even feel them scratching the underside of his cock as it pumped in and out. It was too much. Losing control, Frank slammed in and pulled her hips back, his cock pulsing out a powerful torrent of jism. It seemed an endless supply was pumping into Brenda, and she whimpered and sagged against the dresser, half-dazed from exertion and overstimulation. Her pussy spasmed and twitched around her husband's cock, sucking the come from him and pumping it back down and out, to leak down her thighs. They sagged against each other. Frank slowly straightened up as he got control back. "Sweet Jesus!", he muttered softly. Brenda slowly turned and wrapped her arms around him, burying her head in his chest. "Oh Frank, I love you, I love you, I love you..." She hugged him fiercely as her breathing returned to normal. Frank bent his head down, kissing the top of Brenda's head. "Wow!" Smiling, Brenda stepped back and looked up at him. "Well, ready for another go?" Frank snorted. "Sure, just make sure to call the EMTs around here first, so they can warm up the defibrillators ahead of time." He bent down and picked up his clothing. "Well, maybe in a bit?", she teased. He smiled and nodded. "Maybe in a bit." Brenda grinned. "Then why don't you clean up in here, while I go take a nice long bubble bath and put on something... interesting... for later. We can watch something on one of the private channels afterwards?" "And I can order up a bottle of champagne from room service?" "I like this idea already!", Brenda kicked off her sandals and peeled off her now come stained dress. Kissing Frank quickly, she went into the bath. ------- Chapter 19: Beach & Bedroom "Come on, lazy, it's time to get up!" Frank groaned and rolled over burying his head under the covers. Brenda laughed and repeated her demand, yanking the bedclothes from her husband's naked body. Frank rolled over so that he was face down and pulled a pillow over his head; the hands holding the pillows showed extended middle digits. Brenda laughed some more. "Asshole!" She grabbed the pillow and tossed it aside as well. Frank looked at his wife with bleary eyes. "Are you actually looking to get smacked?" Brenda snorted and eyed his posterior. "It's not my ass that is naked and staring at the ceiling. Come on, get up! The day is wasting! We need to grab some breakfast and go to the beach, remember!?" Frank rolled over and rubbed his eyes. Brenda was standing just out of reach, her string bikini showing through her beach cover-up, and she was waving her beach bag at him. He rudely grabbed his crotch and waved his limp dick at her. "Let's stay in." Brenda cackled a laugh in response. "Why? In the shape that thing is in, I might as well start work on the baby ball again!" Frank began to obscenely fist himself. "Hey, it wasn't broken until I let you play with it last night." Frank had ordered not one, but two, bottles of champagne while Brenda was taking her bubble bath. Now his head was wooly, his tongue felt like an army had been marching across it, and his body felt weak and deviantly filthy. It had been an excellent night, but he was paying for it now. "Come on! Get up, get showered, and get dressed. I'm getting hungry." Brenda moved into the front room of their suite and picked up her knitting bag. Frank muttered several imprecations under his breath, and then rolled out of bed, slowly and unsurely. He stumbled to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. It was a good half hour before he came back out, looking considerably more human, though still not dressed. He dug out a pair of swim trunks and a tee shirt, and then slipped into his sandals. "Did you grab your room key?", asked Brenda. "We weren't coming back to the room?", asked Frank as he picked up the key card. "No, I want to get right out to the beach!" Brenda tossed a few items into her beach bag and was out the door before her husband could comment. He simply shrugged to himself and followed. Breakfast was a simple buffet in the main restaurant, with Brenda focusing on healthy fruits and juices, and Frank concentrating on OJ and coffee. It wasn't long before Frank had signed the room charge and Brenda was leading the way out the rear door towards the water. They passed through the pool area, but kept going, down the walkway towards the shore. As they moved closer to the water, Frank noticed several large signs to the side. It was what Liz had explained the other day, the far end of the beach was 'Clothing Optional.' If you didn't want to see naked people, don't go beyond that point. Frank shook his head in amusement. Brenda was clearly enjoying herself as she ordered Frank around, having him set up a couple of chaise lounges, position a beach umbrella 'just so', and arrange everything in the way she thought most appropriate. It was with relief that Frank sank down into one of the lounges, only to be ordered upright again, so they could go swimming. Frank's preference for lying down was tempered by the realization that Brenda looked spectacular in her tiny white bikini. It had strings tied between her ample tits and at the sides of the bikini bottoms, and generally looked like it consisted of not much more than dental floss and nylon patches. "Do you like?", she asked demurely. "That's a trick question, right? I mean, are you really expecting anyone with a Y chromosome to complain?" "Silly!" "It's new, right?" Brenda grinned and turned around for him slowly. The back was even briefer that the front, with only a few tiny strings holding it together, and disappearing down the crack of her ass. "Brand new, just for this trip. It's not too small, is it?", she said with a tease in her voice. "No, in fact it's probably a bit oversized.", her husband replied. Brenda stared at him briefly after he said this, then her face lit up. "You behave or I'll buy a Speedo for you." Frank snorted as they headed for the water. "You just do that. You'll get to see just how much in demand your husband really is, and not just by the trophy wife set!" Brenda laughed loudly and slipped loose her husband's hand, racing down to the water's edge. She didn't stop, but kept running, then dove in as soon as the water was deep enough. Frank followed at a slower pace, taking a minute or two to catch up to her. He found Brenda surreptitiously adjusting her top, to hold her tits in place; the bikini was more for show than for utility. "That outfit is going to make you very popular as well.", he commented. "What, with the trophy husbands?" Frank shrugged, then pushed back and floated away from her. "Who knows? Maybe with the trophy wives, too. I bet you'd like that, hmmm?" Brenda stuck her tongue out at him, and slowly breast stroked towards him. Frank kept back stroking slowly away, and they circled in the water, talking about whether men or women would prefer her most. Finally Brenda moved back towards the sandy beach, and after discreetly checking to make sure nothing was exposed that shouldn't be, went ashore. Frank had to avert his eyes somewhat to keep from springing an erection as he realized her suit was transparent when wet. He made it to the chaise lounge after his wife, and flopped down in it. His erection really didn't subside, but he was able to cover it with his blanket. They both slathered on some sunscreen, then lay back and dozed. Lunch was had at the beach cantina, a pair of overstuffed club sandwiches and a couple of cold Coronas. The beers were actually brought over by the bar attendant, not their waitress, and Brenda asked him, "Is it possible to get a cooler to carry some of these down to the beach?" The barman, a darkly tanned young Hispanic, grinned and flashed a sparkling row of white teeth. "Sure thing! Lot's of people like that. How many beers do you think will be enough?" Brenda looked over at her husband, who gave her a pleasant shrug. A few beers down at the beach sounded like an excellent idea to him. She turned back to the bar attendant and said, "A six pack?" "Think that will be enough? It's looking pretty warm out there today!" "Two sixes.", interjected Frank. He looked at Brenda and said, "It's not like they'll go to waste. We can always bring them back and drink them in the room." Brenda nodded agreement and the young man moved off. After their lunch, when the waitress brought out their bill, the bar attendant followed, carrying an inexpensive plastic foam cooler. He flipped the top open to show it half full of ice, with a dozen bottles of Corona spaced around it, and a small plastic cup of lime wedges. "Just bring all the bottles and caps back.", he asked. Frank signed for the meal and the booze, not really glancing at the charge, but knowing the beer was outrageously overpriced, and their tip would be also. Then again, they were on vacation, so he really didn't care. Standing, Frank found the cooler not overly heavy, but definitely awkward. Brenda, however, came up with the idea of laying all their towels and beach bags on the lid of the cooler, and then splitting the load, with each of them carrying a handle on one end of the cooler. This proved much more practical, and they made their way back to the beach. They walked side by side, the cooler swinging slightly between them, with Frank a step ahead of his wife. Suddenly it felt like the cooler was tugging on his arm, and he almost dropped it. Turning back towards Brenda, he found her standing near the sign warning about the 'Clothing Optional' beach and tugging him in that direction. He stared at her for a second, his eyes swiveling between her and the sign, and said, "You're kidding me, right?" "No, come on. Let's go!" "Not in a million years! Get real!" Frank tugged on the cooler handle but his wife didn't budge. "Oh, don't be such a scaredy cat! It'll be fun!", she replied. "No way!" He tugged on the handle again, but Brenda stayed put. "Frank, it's no big deal. I sunbathe topless and even bottomless at times over at Georgia's. A lot of us do..." "No wonder that place is so popular.", interjected Frank. Brenda returned a raspberry at him. "Come on, it isn't that big a deal." "No chance!" "Fine, you can stay here and I'll keep going." She set her end of the cooler down, forcing Frank to set his down as well, or risk dumping it. She handed him a beach towel, much to his amazement, and rearranged her gear on top of the cooler. "Maybe I can find somebody down there to help carry this." Frank stared at her. "You're serious!?" "Jesus, Frank, don't be such a wuss! I'm going!" Frank muttered a few expletives under his breath and tossed the towel down on the cooler, and grabbed his end. "I must be out of my fucking mind!" Brenda smiled and kissed him on the cheek quickly, then picked up her end of the cooler. "It's not a big deal, honey! You'll love it!" "I seriously doubt that!", was his exasperated reply. It was a relatively long hike down the beach and around a bend in the seashore to the private beach. It was definitely more primitive, in that there were no bars or food stands, no lounge chairs or umbrellas, just a few small groups of people lying on beach towels on the sand. Frank averted his eyes as much as possible, though this became quite difficult when a pair of college age girls with all over tans and really impressive breasts sauntered in front of them on the way to the water. Brenda started laughing as Frank tried to look anywhere but where he wanted to. "Problems, dear?" "Just trying not to lead the way." Brenda laughed heartily and led them towards a small sand dune, about fifty feet from the nearest people. They set down the cooler and Brenda and Frank spread out the beach towels. Frank glanced around the beach surreptitiously, amazed at what he saw. Aside from the pair of bathing beauties, most of the others on the beach were astonishingly - average! Nobody was all that amazingly great looking or terribly bad looking, most people were fairly pale, not sun-glazed, and more than a few pot-bellies were displayed. And then Frank turned back towards his wife, to watch her peel off her beach cover-up and undo the strings holding her top on. He felt his groin stirring as she then undid her bikini bottom, and stuff her swimsuit in her beach bag. She pulled out a bottle of sunscreen and looked at him and grinned. "Care to do my back?" She squirted several heavy streams of lotion on her breasts and handed him the bottle, then began rubbing the suntan lotion in, leaving her torso glistening. Frank's cock sprang to life, tenting his swim trunks and causing Brenda to giggle. "Problems, honey?" She began rubbing lotion up and down her legs, and even over her bare pussy. "Jesus Christ!", he muttered. "I told you this was going to be a problem." Brenda laughed and lay face down on the towel, resting her head on her arms and spreading her legs apart. "Come on, baby, before I burn!" "Shit!" Frank quickly rubbed sunscreen into his wife's back, trying unsuccessfully to will his cock to softness. Brenda refused to let up on her husband. Once he stopped, she sat back upright and announced, "Your turn!" He gaped at her, and she continued, "Come on, get with it. It's rude to stay dressed." "Jesus!" Frank looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching, and then managed to lift his hips, skin off his trunks, and flip face down in a single split-second movement. "You're no fun.", complained Brenda. "I wasn't hired to be fun.", replied Frank. Brenda knelt next to her husband and gave him a liberal coating of suntan lotion, massaging it into his skin sensuously, especially on the white skin of his buttocks. It felt very good to him, and very sexual. If they had been alone, Frank would have had no compunctions about rolling over and screwing his wife silly. However, they weren't alone, so his cock throbbed beneath him and he tried to ignore it. "Other side now.", teased Brenda. "Hmmm?" "Roll over so I can do your front.", she repeated. Frank eyed her gleaming nude body and turned his eyes away. "I think that would be a really bad idea right now." Brenda smiled and licked her lips. "It's for your own safety. You wouldn't want to get burned or skin cancer or anything. Now roll over." Frank groaned. "Uhhh, maybe later..." Brenda laughed. "No, now!" She began to push on his side, trying to roll him over. Frank gave in to the inevitable, but managed to snag a spare towel as he rolled over. This was laid strategically across his midsection and held in place with both hands when Brenda tried to tug it away. "Spoilsport!" "Hey, Liz said we needed to be discreet. This is discreet." "This is no fun!", she answered. Brenda applied the sunscreen to her husband's arms, legs, and chest, but he refused to let her remove the towel. Then she smiled at him wickedly. "Roll over, towards me." Frank eyed his wife warily. "Roll over." Brenda squirted some lotion in her hand and then lay down next to him on the towels, on her side, facing him. Frank rolled over slightly as well, so they were facing each other, and was completely surprised by what happened next. Before he could stop her, Brenda had slipped her greasy hand under the towel covering his nakedness and grasped his cockshaft. It felt hot in her hand, and she could feel it throb at her touch. "Oh, God!", he gasped. It took only a few strokes for Brenda to jerk her husband off. Groaning, he stiffened and she felt jets of come spurt out, to strike her on the belly. She fisted him to completion, then let him go. Frank sighed and rolled onto his back, uncaring that in doing so the towel had slipped free. His slowly softening cock was now exposed to the world. Brenda surreptitiously rubbed his jism into her greasy skin, and then rolled onto her back as well. The pair dozed off. Brenda was the first to wake, hot and thirsty. She opened the cooler to remove a Corona, and in doing so, woke Frank. He twisted his head to look at her and she waved a beer bottle in his direction. He nodded and she handed him the one she held, then retrieved a second and the plastic bowl of limes. She grinned at him. "Feeling better now?" Frank blushed redly, looking down his body to see that he was totally naked, the spare towel slipped to the side. "Jesus! I can't believe you did that!", he said softly. Brenda laughed brightly. "Maybe you can return the favor later." "Yeah, that will cause an interesting reaction, I'm sure." Frank twisted off his bottle cap and drained half the beer in a single swallow. The rest followed just as quickly, and he pulled another from the cooler. "Well, I already demonstrated the first method of handling the problem. Want me to try the second method?" Brenda reached into the cooler and lifted up a handful of ice. "I bet this could put a chill on things!" It was Frank's turn to laugh. "I'd prefer Option 1." "I bet!" Brenda finished her beer and drank down a second, while her husband finished his second and a third. Feeling mellower and much less self-conscious, he easily agreed to follow Brenda down to the water and went swimming. It didn't hurt that the only people they went near on the way was a couple in their sixties who were living proof that some people look better with more clothing, not less. "So, you girls go sunbathing in the buff over at Georgia's? Why am I not surprised!?", commented Frank, idly watching Brenda backstroke slowly around him. "I thought you knew that. Where do you think I get the all over tan from?" Frank shrugged. "I don't know. Tanning salon?" "In Florida? Get real!" "Maybe I should sneak home early some day and see if I can watch from the upstairs window. Is that all you do out there? Just tan?" Frank leered at Brenda, arching his eyebrows and grinning. "You pervert!" Brenda splashed water at him. "That's gross!" "Hey, you're the one who got it on with somebody I apparently know, a woman I apparently know, and then did the threesome with her husband! Hmmm? Or did I get that part wrong?" Brenda stuck her tongue out at him again, splashed him, and headed back to shore. Frank laughed and followed her. He flopped down on the beach towel and fished another Corona from the cooler, half draining it, then opened a second for Brenda. "We need to put some more sunscreen on.", she reminded him. Frank finished the beer and they swapped the suntan lotion back and forth, spreading it around. Frank's initial nervousness and self-consciousness was gone and he even managed to discreetly put some sunscreen on his privates. Brenda eyed her husband and smiled at him. Laying down on the towel, she quietly said, "Honey, remember when I said you could return the favor later? Well?" It took her husband a few moments to understand what she wanted, but then Frank's eyes widened and he whipped his head over to stare at her. "Are you kidding me?" Brenda simply batted her eyes at him. "Holy Christ!" Frank's cock began to get stiff again, forcing him to roll onto his stomach. "Come on baby, please!", she pleaded with him. "I really need it! I've been thinking about all of us women sunning ourselves naked around Georgia's pool, fucking each other. Come on, honey!" She moved up closer to him, rubbing her body against his. "Jesus!" Frank brought a hand down between them, twisting it so that his fingers could touch Brenda's pussy. Between the two of them, they managed to squirm around so that a pair of fingers slipped between her naked slit to rub against her clit. Brenda moaned lowly, her eyes clenched tightly shut, as she tried to keep her shudders from her orgasm to a minimum. Fro his part, Frank fingerfucked her slowly, both from the difficult angle his arm and hand were in, and to make Brenda's come a good one. He loved watching her bite her lover lip and listening to her whimper. His hand beginning to cramp from the angle it was in, Frank let up on Brenda's pussy and slowly withdrew it. When her eyes opened, he put his fingers to her lips and she shyly licked them clean. It was her turn again. He shifted his body enough that she could reach between them, and she gave him another handjob, even as they both looked around to see if anybody saw them. The day was wearing on and the beach crowd was thinning; nobody seemed to notice them. Sated, they both split another beer and decided the day was over. Pulling their swimsuits back on, they gathered up their gear, towels, and empty bottles, and made their way back down the beach to the resort. They stopped at the beach cantina and unloaded their empty beers, and dropped their beach towels in the catch bin by the pool, and then continued on to their room. As soon as they were inside, Brenda called out, "I'm first for the shower!" Frank snorted and handed her one of the few remaining beers, then pulled out one for himself. Frank sorted through some of their beach gear, trying to figure out what to wash overnight and what to leave until they got home. They would be leaving some time the next morning, so it wasn't as if they would be going swimming again at the resort. He sipped at his beer before dumping their swimsuits and cover-ups on the pile of dirty laundry in the closet. When Brenda got out of the shower, he went right in; she didn't even need to turn off the water. Frank soaked under the hot water for ten minutes at most. He could feel a burn starting on his shoulders, but it wasn't bad yet. By Monday it would be uncomfortable, by Wednesday it would be peeling. He washed away the sand and salt and sunscreen, soaped up, and rinsed off. He grabbed a towel as he stepped from the shower, rubbing his head and face dry first. Then, as he began to dry his chest and arms, he noticed he wasn't alone in the bathroom. Brenda was seated on the closed toilet, leaning back against the tank, naked, one hand holding the beer bottle she was sipping from, the other hand between her widespread legs, idly toying with herself. She was giving him a very sultry look. "Now that looks interesting.", he commented. His wife gave him a lazy smile and lifted her index finger from her pussy. She sucked it into her mouth, then used it to motion him closer. Frank finished drying off, and then came closer. Brenda sat upright, drank some more beer, and reached out with a languorous motion to cup her husband's balls. His cock was already stiff, so swallowing her beer, she opened her mouth and leaned forward, to slowly suck his cockhead as she gazed up his body and stared into his eyes. Brenda pulled back. "I want you!", she said, hotly. She sucked him again, slowly, and repeated her need. "I want your cock!" Frank finished off his beer and tossed the empty into the trash can in the corner. He pulled Brenda to her feet and followed her into the bedroom. They went over to their bed and spread themselves out on it, and Frank decided to let Brenda take the lead. She was definitely horny - despite her recent shower, her feminine musk was readily apparent. She snuggled up to his side and began to fist his cock slowly. "God, you're so beautiful!", she whispered. "What?" That certainly was never a description he had ever heard applied to him. "Your body, it's so beautiful. Today, laying out there on the beach, naked, you were gorgeous. Just watching you lay there, your cock out, thick and long, it made me so horny! I just wanted to fuck you right there on the beach! You are such a jock, such a stud! I wanted to get you hard and show you off to everyone. The other women were staring at you. They were so jealous." Brenda kept telling Frank how hot she was, hot beautiful he was, all the while slowly fisting him as beads of pre-come dribbled through her fingers. "Frank, fuck me! I need you!" She rolled onto her back, drawing her feet up and spreading her thighs wide. She tugged on her husband to follow, and he did, first rolling over onto her, and then lifting up as she reached between them to place his cockhead at the gaping entrance to her cunt. "Fuck me, Frank, fuck me!", she demanded. Frank never said a word, but simply pushed in, bottoming out on the first stroke as Brenda moaned beneath him. He marveled at her actions. She had always been a passionate lover but this was so over the top for her it was almost like the first time he had ever had her. Brenda wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together, and threw her arms around his neck. She began fucking herself up at him as hard as he was slamming his cock into her. "Oh God, oh God, oh God..." Brenda became almost incoherent as Frank's cock drove her into a massive orgasm, a true Big O that didn't seem to stop, that had her shaking under the onslaught. Her pussy was spasming and clutching at his cock, and drove him over the edge, to pulse out a series of powerful jets of come into her grasping pussy. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...", she babbled. Exhausted, Frank fucked his wife through his own come, his hips pistoning his cock into her even when he was done, slowly collapsing atop her. He felt like he'd just played a half dozen hard sets without a break, and was panting into her neck as he lay breathless on her. Brenda slowly unwrapped her legs and brought them down, but made no move to remove the crushing weight laying on her. It felt too good, what with her breasts mashed into Frank's chest and his slowly softening cock still inside her. "I love you, Frank.", she whispered into his ear. That was enough to wake her husband from his satiated stupor. Bracing himself on his forearms, he raised up enough to take his weight off her and began to nibble on Brenda's neck. "I love you, too.", he replied, then rolled off to the side. Brenda rolled with him, to wrap an arm and leg over him. "That was... intense.", he commented. "Ummmm.", she murmured happily. Frank tightened an arm around her shoulders, hugging her against his chest. "I am so sorry about, about what I did. I never meant to hurt you..." Brenda reached up and placed a finger to his lips. "Sshhhh. No more. That's the past. Besides, I'm not so innocent myself, remember." "I am so sorry. I love being married to you, and our family, and being with you, and... I'm just so sorry.", he repeated. Brenda hugged her husband. "Ssshhh, that's over." She reached down to run a finger along his wet and sticky, but very limp, prick. "Any chance of some more fun?", she asked. Frank laughed. "Yeah, but not until after dinner. I need sustenance and replenishment! And a quick shower!" He rolled off the bed and ran into the bathroom. "Asshole!", laughed Brenda. Quickly cleaning up again, they decided to head back into Key West for dinner and drinks, a final night out before returning to their regular lives of work and children. Frank put on another pair of his inexhaustible supply of khaki slacks and tennis club sport shirts, along with a pair of deck shoes. Brenda pulled on a button front denim miniskirt and a tight white tank top, and slipped on her high heeled dress sandals. Frank grabbed his wallet, a handkerchief, and his room card key, and they were off. Dinner was seafood at a small bar and grill down in the bar and nightclub area of town. Afterwards, they decided to wander, having a drink in a bar and hanging out for a bit, and then continuing on. They were in their second bar, a pleasantly raucous place with a fair number of twenty-somethings cruising for a hookup for the evening, when Frank noticed his wife staring at the front door. Curious, he turned to see what she was looking at. Brenda hopped to her feet and waved an arm frantically, and Frank noticed Liz Burroughs smiling and waving back. Liz maneuvered adroitly through the crowd back to their table. "Hi guys!", she said excitedly. "Out looking for some fun?" She slipped onto an empty chair next to Brenda. "It's our last night in town. Tomorrow it's back to Orlando.", replied Brenda. "Well, you picked a good spot. This place can really jump on weekends, I gather!" It was starting to get louder as the crowd thickened. "So, you've been here before?", asked Frank, leaning towards the two women. "Last night. Prime hunting grounds!", answered Liz with an exaggerated wink. Brenda laughed and Frank gave her a confused grin. Like the previous night, Liz had dressed for a night of prowling, in a denim miniskirt and heels similar to his wife's, a sleeveless white bless unbuttoned to the waist, and a tiny red lace bra underneath. "Any luck hunting?", asked Brenda. "You bet! I bagged a pair of nineteen year old college boys out for a wild weekend. I left them dried and lifeless husks this morning. They may not come alive before they head home to momma!" Brenda cackled in laughter at this, attracting the attention of a nearby waitress, so Frank took the opportunity to wave an arm at her and motion her over. He ordered a second round of drinks for himself and his wife, and a first for Liz. "The both of them?", asked Brenda disbelievingly. "You didn't!" "They learned so much last night!", continued Liz. "They reached new lows in decadence." "You're serious? You went home with two college age boys last night and took them both on? At the same time?", asked Frank, his jaw dropping open. "Frank, when we ran out of sins to commit, we went and invented some new ones!", laughed Liz. She looked at Brenda and said, "We even made a Liz sandwich, you know, two guys with me in the middle? Unbelievable!" Both women laughed at Frank's flustered face, as he just shook his head in disbelief. "Are those your hunting clothes?", asked Brenda. "Hey, look around. If I have to compete with these young hotties, I need to advertise.", admitted Liz. Frank looked around surreptitiously; there were quite a few girls in their late teens and early twenties, dressed in not much, and looking for some fun. Several looked like they had gotten in on a fake ID. Liz and Brenda continued to tease Frank through another round of drinks, and then the two women excused themselves to go off to the bathroom. Frank protected their chairs from poachers, and nursed his drink. He'd order another when the pair returned. The ladies room was crowded enough that only one stall was available. Brenda went in first, then told Liz she'd wait while Liz took care of things. Liz came out of the stall to find Brenda checking her makeup in the mirror over the sink. She moved up alongside of Brenda and pulled a compact out of her purse. "Thanks for waiting. You know, Frank is really good looking. Does he know how to take care of business?" Brenda smiled at her new friend's reflection in the mirror. "Like you wouldn't believe!" Liz lightly laid a hand on Brenda's, and said, "You're pretty good looking too, you know." Brenda's breath caught for a second, but she glanced at Liz and knew that the older woman intended exactly what Brenda thought she did. Liz was coming on to her, right there in the bathroom! Suddenly the reason to take their vacation, the need to get away after their cheating, seemed less important. Smiling slyly, she ran a finger lightly up Liz's arm and replied, "I know how to take care of business, too." Liz smiled back warmly. The initial approach to a couple could be the most delicate part of a relationship, and though she rarely made a bad judgment about such things, it had happened in the past. Turning to face Brenda, she brought a hand up along Brenda's arm, to her neck, and then down the valley between her breasts. A couple of young women next to them in the bathroom noticed but shrugged it off. "You know, I came here in a cab. Do you think I could get you and Frank to give me a lift back?" "Sure! We could even have a nightcap back in our room." "Do you think Frank would mind?", she asked coyly. "Here, let me help you with that idea." She dropped down on her haunches and reached under Liz's denim miniskirt. Before Liz realized it, Brenda yanked down her thong panties. "Hey, get a room!", commented one of the onlookers. "We already have!", replied Brenda. Liz stepped from her thong and Brenda handed it to her. "Put this in your bag." "And my bra?", asked a laughing Liz. "Let's leave something for Frank to do." She steered Liz towards the door, and they returned to their table. Frank had already ordered another round when the waitress had come by. When they worked their way through the crowd, Liz was ahead of Brenda. She stopped to let Brenda slip past her, to sit next to Frank, but Brenda put a hand on Liz' ass and pushed her forward. Liz sat on Brenda's seat, sandwiched between the married couple. Frank raised an eyebrow curiously and reached out to swap drinks. "The waitress was coming through and I didn't know when she would be back again, so I ordered another round." "Great!", commented Liz. Brenda said, "When we leave, we're giving Liz a ride back." "Not a problem." Frank looked at Liz. "Did you take a cab here tonight?" Liz nodded, but it was Brenda who answered. Reaching across the table, she took Frank's hand and pulled it down into Liz' lap. Liz' eyes opened wide, and Frank stared at the two women. "You won't mind, will you Frank?" She pressed his hand down into the older woman's lap. Frank moved back slightly and stared as Brenda let go of his hand. She quickly slid her hand under Liz' denim miniskirt, and then pulled it out. She lewdly licked her fingertips. Liz' eyes looked wide and unfocused, and her chest heaved as if she was breathing hard, like she had just finished a five mile run. "Uh, no, not at all.", agreed Frank. He looked at Liz, who focused on him and grinned. She placed a hand on his and urged him to reach under her skirt, shifting slightly, to face him a touch more and spread her legs apart. Frank slipped a hand under her skirt and quickly slipped a finger against her pussy lips. They were very hot and wet. "Interesting.", he commented. "You're not complaining, are you?", asked Liz. "Not hardly!" Frank took a large swallow of his drink, and slipped his hand back into Liz' lap. He fingerfucked her pussy, hard, for about thirty seconds, during which time Liz arched her back and gasped silently. Frank grinned at his wife. "Did you two plan this?" Brenda laughed, and drank some of her own drink. "No, but when she came in, it was just too good an idea." "Well, you two finish your drinks! We can have a nightcap back in the room." The bar was beginning to get a little wild. A Saturday night wet t-shirt contest was in the works at one end of the room, and most of the attention was on the young girls being urged to participate. Frank looked at the two women. "You going up?" Liz laughed raucously. "Have you lost your mind!? I'm old enough to be some of those girls' mother!" "Maybe, but let's get a look anyway.", commented Brenda. "Frank, pop that bra!", she ordered. Frank eyed Brenda for a second, and then glanced at Liz' open blouse. Her little red bra indeed had a front clasp. Licking his lips and looking around to see if anybody was watching, he reached out and one-handed the clasp. Liz gasped in surprise, but didn't protest. Brenda glanced around, and moved to cover her friend. She slid a hand in and cupped one of Liz' warm and plump tits. "Very nice! Maybe we should go up front!" She pulled her hand loose and allowed Frank to cop a quick feel. Liz gulped down her drink and stood up. "We need to go now!", she protested, and reached between her tits to redo her bra. "Pay the damn bill and let's go!" Frank laughed and flagged down the waitress, as Brenda and Liz headed off to the bathroom for a final shot at the stalls. He simply paid cash, leaving a large tip, and stood, waiting for Liz and Brenda to return. When they got back, he noticed that Brenda had stripped her bra off in the bathroom, and her blouse was still open to the waist, showing almost everything she had. He hustled the two out and directed them to the parking lot. He unlocked the car doors, but Brenda decided to join Liz in the back seat. "Take the scenic route home, baby!", ordered his wife. Liz simply giggled as she snuggled up alongside Brenda. Frank snorted as he glanced in the rear view mirror; Liz and Brenda had begun making out before he even got the key in the ignition! What would have been a five minute drive, he managed to stretch out to fifteen, but there were only so many roads in the small town, and he eventually found himself back at the resort. As he pulled in through the gates, he sang out, "Home sweet home!" Looking back, he saw that Brenda's top was up above her tits, and Liz' blouse was open and off. Both skirts were around their waists, and the car reeked of sex. He slowed down as the two got their clothing back on, though the valet would certainly smell the aroma of aroused women, no matter what. Any chance of discretion was lost, however, when Liz and Brenda crawled out of the back seat, flashing their pussies to the world. Their hair was mussed and they looked slightly dazed, their stiffly erect nipples were poking holes through their shirts, and their lipstick was in a distinct state of disrepair. They seemed to be staggering, but when Frank came over to help them, they sandwiched him between themselves and groped his crotch. "You're right, he will be able to handle us.", commented Liz. "I told you!", agreed Brenda. Frank groaned and rolled his eyes, pushing the two women into the lobby and towards the elevators, leaving the sniggering valet in his tracks. He loaded them on the elevator, commenting, "You two are impossible!" Liz grabbed his cock again through his slacks. "No, we're easy!" Brenda laughed and grabbed Liz' tits through her blouse. "Jesus!", muttered Frank. He hustled the horny pair down the hall and into the room. Brenda and Liz waited until he had the door open before they tried to undo his pants, but Frank managed to get inside and onto the couch before a public orgy could break out. Brenda locked the door behind them as Liz followed Frank. "I need to see this thing!" She waited for Brenda to join her, then they attacked him sexually. It took several minutes, but eventually both women were naked and Frank's shirt was open and his pants were around his ankles. "It's gorgeous!", she commented. "Don't talk with your mouth full!", replied Brenda. The two women began to alternate sucking and licking Frank's cock and shaft and balls. Frank could do nothing but lay back on the couch and allow the indescribable 'torment' to continue. He held out as long as he could, but the 'agony' became too much. Groaning, his hips began to pump and his cock began to spasm. Come boiled up out of his cockshaft. Glancing down, he saw that it was Liz who had his cockhead in her mouth, her cheeks suctioning inward, while it was Brenda who was kneeling between his legs, licking his balls and pumping his dick. "Oh my God!", he groaned. The two women continued to drain him, until he was too sensitive to continue and he had to move to get away from them. "Wow!", he commented. "Yeah!", agreed Liz. "I'm thirsty. Can I get some ice water?" "Sure.", said Frank. He reached down and pulled his pants back up, buckling them quickly before moving over to the sidebar where the ice bucket sat. Opening it, he found the ice had mostly melted to water, which he poured into three glasses and then handed out. The two women quickly drained theirs, to loud sighs of relief. "Anybody for something stiffer?" He picked a small bottle of Canadian Club up off the sidebar; he had brought it with them, and it was so much less expensive to bring your own booze and so much easier to make a quick drink in the room if he and Brenda wanted something. "Absolutely!", answered his wife. Liz nodded agreement. Frank pulled his zipper up. "Back in a few minutes." He still had his wallet and room key card in his pockets. Barefoot he went out into the hallway in search of the ice machine. It was down past the elevators, though he managed to turn the wrong direction twice in getting there. He brought back a full bucket of ice and a couple of cans of Sprite from the vending machines. That would serve as a good mixer. Frank let himself back into the room to find the action had moved from the couch to the bedroom. Brenda and Liz were laying on their sides, facing each other, kissing frantically and groping each other. He could hear a distinct low key hum from the bedroom. Hearing him enter, they slowed down and looked in his direction. "Don't stop on my account.", he said with a laugh. "Look what we found!", replied Brenda, holding up and waving a large purple vibrator. She had packed several of their toys for the trip, though they hadn't really used any up until that moment. Suddenly her back arched and she drew her breath in sharply. Brenda whimpered, and then said, "Liz has my pocket rocket." She reached down and stuffed the purple toy back inside their friend. Liz simply murmured appreciatively. Frank snorted and laughed. Turning away, he stripped his clothing off and went into the bathroom. After washing his hands (which he thought he really should have done before getting the ice) he picked up three new glasses and returned to the living room. He made three strong drinks and brought them into the bedroom. By then both Liz and Brenda were laying on their backs, arms around each other, panting and relaxing after a very satisfying session. They slowly struggled upright, at which point he handed them their drinks, then he sat down at the end of the bed and sipped his own. His cock was slowly recuperating, stiffening at the sight of the two beautiful women naked on the bed, the smell of sex raw and thick. Liz eyed his muscular body appreciatively. Licking her lips lewdly, she said, "You're right, we didn't break it." "Oh, no. He's good for another couple of rounds at least, assuming we can keep him motivated.", commented Brenda. "Well, I bet we can be pretty motivating if we put our minds to it!" Frank rolled his eyes at this, even as his cock rose to full length. "It's so nice to feel appreciated." Liz laughed and reached out, grabbing his cockshaft and stroking it pleasantly. "Oh, we appreciate you, Frank, we really do. By now, my husband would be working on a Viagra." He shook his head in disbelief. "And he doesn't have a problem with this?" "Oh, no, not at all. We have a very understanding marriage. When he gets home, I'll tell him all about our little weekend together and he'll tell me about the fun he had. At some point, either in Europe or the Gulf, he'll have been at a party with a hooker, or hired one for something or other." "Wow.", commented Brenda. Liz nodded. "Actually, later this summer, August, we're both going over to Hungary on vacation. Europe is nice and civilized. Once there, we're going to arrange an escort, a young girl who will know the country and act as an interpreter and stay with us during the trip. Nights, too. We like to enjoy traveling." Frank's eyes goggled at this, and Liz laughed at him. Setting aside her glass, she said, "Come on, let's motivate him! I really need some cock!" Brenda joined her in stroking Frank's shaft. "You can have him next, then it's my turn." Frank smiled. Setting aside his drink, he said, "Ladies, I am at your service!" He moved between them on the bed and lay back, spreading his arms wide and allowing them to snuggle up against him from each side. "Any particular depravities you wish to enjoy?" "Any particular depravities you don't wish to enjoy?", countered Liz. Frank simply laughed at this. Liz and Brenda snuggled up on each side of Frank, tossing a leg over his and reaching down with a hand to his crotch, to join in playing with his cock. Frank wriggled into position and then draped an arm around each of their shoulders, to begin playing with their tits. Both had a nice C cup size, though he was proud to note that his wife's were somewhat firmer. Probably because she was younger, he thought to himself. Liz' tits were still very nice, and her slightly smaller frame actually made them appear a touch larger. The threesome mutually masturbated each other for a few very pleasant minutes, then Brenda decided to move things along. Sliding down the bed, out of her husband's arms, she licked her way down his chest to his cock, and began to lightly lick and suck his cockhead. Liz responded by crawling over Frank's supine form. She sat upright for a bit, lowering her cunt onto his face and letting Frank lick her wet slit, and then she moved on, sliding onto her side to begin eating Brenda. The threesome adjusted positions so that they were all laying on their sides in a triangle, with Liz munching Brenda eating Frank licking Liz. Frank had just come a short while ago, so the immediate urge was gone, but Brenda was an expert at sucking him off. She had practiced a lot over the years and knew all the buttons to push. If he didn't make a change, Liz wasn't going to get her cock. He made a move, pulling free of his wife's sucking lips, and rolled onto his back. "Ride me, baby!", he said to Liz, slapping her lightly on her rump. "You know it!", she replied with a giggle. "What about me?", asked Brenda with a false pout. "He ate me out pretty good. Give him a ride." Brenda laughed. "Yeah, he's pretty good at that." She pushed Frank down on the bed, tossing aside the pillows. "Come on, get with the program, Studly! Your job is to provide us with orgasms! Now get to work!" Before Frank could protest, she crawled up swung a leg over his head so that she was facing his feet, and sat down on his face. A few seconds later Frank felt a hot wetness envelop his cock, as Liz got on top as well. "Fuck us, Studly!", Brenda ordered. She wiggled her ass, rubbing her pussy across his face and causing him to gasp for air. "Work it, buddy, work it!" Liz laughed as she fucked down on Frank's hard cock. Frank's cock was very similar to her husband's in length and width, and fit her pussy perfectly. Even better, her husband was actually a few years older than she was, almost fifty in fact, and second and third screws needed some pharmacological assistance. Frank fucked his cock up into her enthusiastically, meeting her downward humping, and driving his pubic bone against her clit. Brenda smiled at Liz, noticing that her husband was giving as well as he was getting. Leaning forward, she kissed their friend and used her hands to cup and fondle her tits. Liz gasped happily and returned the favor. "Where do you want his come?", asked Brenda. "Pussy or mouth?" "My ass!", replied Liz, pulling back to ride him vigorously. Brenda stared at her in surprise. "I love it in the ass. Actually, I just love it anywhere. You don't buttfuck?" "Uh, no.", admitted Brenda. "Oh, it's great!" So saying, she climbed off Frank and rolled onto her side. Brenda climbed off her husband's face, leaving Frank wondering what was going to happen next. Liz and Brenda's discussion had been partially muted by his wife's thighs and legs up against his ears, but he knew something was up. He waited expectantly, his stiff prick waving wetly in the air. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but he was reasonably sure he was going to enjoy it. Liz hopped off the bed and went back to the couch, where she grabbed her purse off the floor. She rooted through it briefly before saying, "Damn!", then turned back to the bedroom. "Suntan lotion?", she asked. "In the bathroom.", answered Brenda. "Baby oil, too." "Even better!" Liz went into the bath and returned a few moments later with a small bottle of Johnson's & Johnson's, which she brought over to the bed. "Come on, Frank. Get up. You're going to enjoy this!" "I think you're right.", he agreed. He finally understood what was about to happen. He and Brenda had never done this, because she had refused the two times he had raised the idea. Liz had him kneel on the bed and she poured some oil in her hand, and then used it to lube his cock. Then she knelt in front of him and handed the bottle to Brenda. "Put some in my ass, please." Brenda really didn't know what to do but she followed Liz' directions, even going so far as to worm a couple of greasy fingers into her butt. It was rather icky in a sense, but Liz was almost purring as she did so. Brenda glanced at her husband, who was kneeling behind Liz, stroking his oily cock and keeping it hard. Liz looked over at her shoulder and smiled. "Okay, put it in, but go slow. Slow! Let me adjust to it!" Frank nodded and moved closer, letting his bright purple cockhead graze against the rosy pucker of Liz' anus. It almost looked as if it was pulsing in eager anticipation. It took very little effort to get the cockhead just inside her rectum, and he froze in position as Liz asked. The pressure on his cock was exquisite! Then, as Liz began to push back, Frank slowly pushed forward, burying himself in her in a single long stroke. "Oh, my God!", groaned Liz lowly. "Are you alright?", asked Brenda. She had stared in amazement as her husband buried his cock up their friend's rear. "Oh, I am so alright!" "It doesn't hurt." Frank began slowly stroking his cock in and out of Liz' ass. Liz lay her head down on the bed, raising her ass even higher, and moaned happily. "Oh, God, I can't believe you don't do this.", she replied. "This is so good!" "I tried it once. I hated it!" Frank thrust hard into Liz and looked over at Brenda. She blushed and explained, "It was before we ever got married, before we ever met! It hurt and was messy and yucky and no way was I going to do it again." "Do I look like I'm in pain?", asked Liz, thrusting her ass back at Frank. "Put that vibrator back in my pussy!", she begged. "Jesus!", exclaimed Brenda, staring in disbelief. She had seen anal scenes in porn movies, watching with Frank, but had always thought the orgasms were faked, like so much else. Liz wasn't faking anything! She retrieved her purple vibrator and twisted around to reach underneath the pair. It slipped easily in and when she flicked it on, both Frank and Liz gasped. "Oh my God! I can feel it right through your pussy!", Frank stated. Liz simply moaned louder, almost incoherently. Brenda lay partially beneath them, working the vibrator in Liz' cunt. Liz was almost dripping juices on the bed, she was so turned on, and Frank lost any pretense of control. He was slam-fucking Liz' ass. "Oh God, oh God!", he exclaimed, and then pushed forward hard and held himself there. Brenda could feel his body twitching as the come raced up his cock and into Liz' ass; she had felt him do the same in her own pussy countless times. As Frank slowed down, Brenda turned off the purple vibrator and allowed it to slip free from Liz, an action that roused Liz from her ecstatic stupor. "Jesus!", she exclaimed as she slumped forward, pulling loose from Frank. "Yeah!", agreed Frank breathlessly, slumping back and sitting on his heels. Brenda looked at the two of them and said, "Come on. We need showers." They looked at her dumbly. "Yeah, come on. Between baby oil and come and pussy juice and... other stuff... you two need to get clean." Frank blushed but crawled off the bed, carefully avoiding letting the bedclothes touch him. Liz didn't blush, but it did take her longer to rouse and get up. The three went into the bathroom, and Brenda got the shower going. All three went in for a group wash. "I can't believe you two. That was something else!", commented Brenda. "You should try it and see.", replied Liz. "Maybe I will." She glanced at her husband and was surprised to see that he was nodding and smiling, not grinning ecstatically as she expected. "You didn't do it with me, did you.", he said. "No, of course not. It was before I even met you." "Was he rough? Did he take his time? Did he lube everything up first?" Brenda opened her mouth to answer, then gave the questions some thought. Frank and Liz soaped her up erotically as she thought about it. "Uh, well, no, it was sort of quick and, well, I guess he just sort of rammed it in." Frank wrapped his arms around her from behind, as Liz knelt at her pussy. "I would never do that to you." Liz licked Brenda under the steaming water, then stood up. "Come on, let's dry up and see if he's got another shot available." Brenda looked a little nervous. "Uh, not that, I mean, not yet." Brenda shook her head and turned off the water. "You two can try that on your own. I do have something to show you, though." "What?" "You'll see." Frank made another round of drinks and the threesome went back into the bedroom, toweling dry and tossing the wet towels everywhere. It took some time before they had another rise out of him, and when he was ready, Brenda's cunt was drenched. She climbed on top and began riding her husband. "You doing the mustache ride?", she asked Liz... "I think I have something else in mind." Liz moved behind Brenda, surreptitiously grabbing the vibrators and the baby oil. "I think you'll like this." She squirted a dollop of oil on Brenda's asshole and placed the pocket rocket on the rosy pucker. Brenda's eyes opened wide, and she sat up straight in surprise, but Liz didn't push it in, simply turned it on and let the vibrations do the work. "Oh my God!", she exclaimed. She began riding her husband hard, slamming her pussy down on his cock. Liz kept up her assault, moving the tiny vibe around Brenda's asshole, and even inserting it slightly. When this failed to draw a protest, she set the little vibrator aside and picked up the larger purple model. This she managed to work inside, slowly, with a lot of lubrication. "How's this feel?", asked Liz wickedly. Sweat was pouring off Brenda as she rode the stiff cock up her cunt. She felt incredibly stuffed and was in an incredible orgasm. "This is fucking unreal!" Frank was amazed, both at what he was feeling and his wife's reaction. "I can feel the vibrator right through the walls of her pussy." Liz nodded. She held a hand up, thumb and forefinger spread apart by a fraction. "There's only a little bit in between the one and the other. "How's it feel?" "Great!" "The only way it gets better is when you have two cocks doing this. Now that's fucking unreal!" Brenda stared down at her husband at the thought. She could see Frank thinking it over as well. "We'll have to think that one over." Frank groaned and came, come weakly pulsing up his shaft into Brenda's pussy. It wasn't as strong or as copious as before, but he had a very good reason. Brenda sagged down onto him, drained of all energy as well. Liz tossed the vibrators on the floor and snuggled up alongside them. They were all asleep inside of ten minutes. ------- Frank Houseman woke up late, to the sounds of Brenda puttering around in their room. He groggily raised himself up and looked around. Brenda was already bathed, and wrapped up in an oversized hotel terry cloth bathrobe. "Morning, sleepyhead.", she said. Frank sat upright. "Morning yourself." He looked around the room. "Liz gone?" Brenda nodded. She was busy trying to clean up enough so that the maids wouldn't think an orgy had taken place. "She left a note, thanking us for a great time and leaving her phone number. She wanted to know if we were interested in getting together again, and to call her." Frank eyed his wife closely. "Are we? Interested, I mean." Brenda smiled and sat back on the bed. Her husband eyed her speculatively, since she wasn't wearing anything under the robe, but Brenda stopped that thought cold. "Don't even think about it, Studly! I am so worn out nothing is coming near me for a few weeks!" Frank snorted and stared down at his crusty body. His cock looked dead. "No argument here. You didn't answer my question." Brenda shrugged. "Maybe. I certainly had fun. What do you think?" Frank shrugged in turn. "I don't know. Maybe." He scratched his head and swung his legs out of the bed. "It's weird, you know. I mean, we came here to get away, just the two of us, after we both, well, you know, with others, and here we are with somebody else again." "But it was different this time, honey. We were both here, together, It didn't feel like I was lying or cheating." Frank nodded in agreement. "So, did you enjoy it?" "Yeah." "Would you like to try something like this again?" Her husband nodded again. Brenda got a wicked smile on her face. "Do you think any of the trophy wives at the club would be interested in a team lesson?" Frank's eyes opened wide as he stared at her. "Holy shit! You mean... you would... Jesus!" He scratched his head again. "You know, that is not totally out of the question. While the subject was never explicitly raised, the idea of a threesome was intimated at, on more than one occasion." "Well, maybe if I'm the third, we could do that." "Maybe. What about your friends? Interested in me joining in?" "Well, I'll ask, but I can almost guarantee the answer will be yes." "Who are they?", pressed Frank. Brenda wagged her finger at him. "No, we'll let that be a surprise." "And Liz?" "I'll call her later this week, just to say hello, if nothing else. Maybe we can meet her sometime." Frank nodded and headed off to the bathroom. It had been an amazing vacation, and if its purpose had been to bring them back together, it had done so in a surprising way. ------- Okay folks, this story arc is over & I am needing a few more ideas. Please, please please! Send me some more story ideas! Thanks. ------- Chapter 20: Domination "Good shit, man!", said Marcia Blockings, her voice sounding strangled as she attempted to talk and keep from exhaling at the same time. She took another quick puff from the joint and passed it over to her brother Rusty. "Mmmm.", he agreed nonverbally as he inhaled loudly. The joint seemed to almost disappear as it burned away, the potent smoke filling the young man's lungs. Finished, he passed it along to his brother Jeremy, whose eyes were closed as he lay back in the lawn chair, zoned out. Rusty had to nudge him alive before Jeremy cracked an eyelid and took it from his fingers. "Where'd you get it?", asked Marcia. "You know, around.", replied Rusty. He had taken his brother's admonition to be discreet to heart, even when they weren't talking about girls. Marcia grabbed the joint from Jeremy and took another hit. "Where's it from?" She reached into a pocket and pulled out a small alligator clip and clipped it to the joint to use as a roach clip. "Who the fuck knows?", replied Rusty. "Who the fuck cares?", commented Jeremy. "Just asking.", said Marcia, not taking offense. "Good shit.", she repeated. The three Blockings teenagers were lounging in the far end of their back yard, away from any prying eyes, sitting back in fold-up lawn chairs. They were dressed alike in gym shorts and t-shirts. Ever since their parents' marriage had gone into meltdown the three had begun bonding much more strongly. In some families, a divorce could blow things apart, driving children away from each other; for Rusty, Jeremy, and Marcia it had brought them closer together. Marcia passed the roach along and leaned back in the webbing of her lawn chair, eyes closed and covered with Oakley shades anyway. "So, any more word on the home front? Heard anything from Dad lately?" Jeremy opened his eyes and looked over at his sister, shrugging. "Fuck if I know. I talked to him the other day, on the phone, but he don't say nothing. All you get out of him is that he is away on business." "Yeah, right.", commented Rusty, passing the final stub of the roach over. Jeremy inhaled as much of the smoke as he could and then stuffed the smoldering stub in a metal candy tin for storage. A few more roaches and he could make himself a more powerful 'second generation' joint. "Yeah, that's kind of what Mom says, like we're too stupid to know what's going on.", agreed Marcia. "What caused Dad to leave, anyway?", asked Rusty. "Fuck if I know. It happened right after that big party over at the Tallmans'. Something must have happened that night. Something bad.", answered his brother. "You think Dad got caught with another woman? Mom with another guy? Oooh, yuck!", said Marcia. Jeremy snorted in derision. "Oooh, yuck is right! Nah, it was after. Didn't you see Dad in the wheelbarrow?" The other two looked over at him curiously, and he explained what he had seen in the back yard that night late. He had come back from a late night party too stoned and fucked out to care, and had left his father sleeping it off. "I think he and Mom got into it big time after that and she threw him out." Rusty asked, "So what's with this weekend? Are they getting together again or something?" The three kids had all been asked to stay with some friends for the weekend. It was Friday afternoon and after their dates they were going directly to friends' houses to stay the weekend. "No fucking idea? Maybe Mom's got somebody coming over for the weekend? Maybe she's the one been fucking around on Dad? I wonder if it's a guy or a girl?", commented Marcia. "Give me a fucking break!", interjected Jeremy. "Well, shit! You don't think Dad's fucking around, do you? Who'd do him?", said Marcia disgustedly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a little Altoids tin, opening it and pulling out a fat joint of her own. "Columbian.", she said. Her brothers watched curiously as she lit it up and inhaled a lungful of pungent and powerful smoke. She passed it to her brother. "So, you two still banging old lady Cummings?" Rusty was too surprised to answer, though he did start coughing. Jeremy rescued the joint before his brother could drop it. "Whatever are you talking about?", he asked coolly. He took a big hit and passed it back. Rusty was amazed at his older brother's coolness. Nothing bothered the guy! He tried to emulate him and looked over at Marcia with the best poker face he could manage. Marcia laughed. "Get real! I know the two of you are banging her! I mean, she's pretty good looking for an older woman, but still! Can't get any high school trim?" "So, you like Mrs. Cummings?", riposted Jeremy. "Is it true that you like girls more than guys?" Marcia laughed and wagged a finger at her brother. "No, no, no! You don't get off that easy. What's the story on the two of you with Mrs. Cummings? Tell the truth." "We just do a few errands for her.", replied Rusty, glancing over at Jeremy. How in the world did Marcia find out!? Marcia snorted loudly. "Hey guys, I don't care that you're fucking her. I just want to know - do you do her at the same time or do you take turns?" "You know, that's pretty personal and pretty rude, too. Do we ask you about your girlfriends?", asked Jeremy. "Besides, what in the world makes you think we are... uh, friendly... with Mrs. Cummings?" "You can see a lot of shit from up in my room. I've seen you two going over there to 'help' her out for an hour or two and coming back smelling like the backseat of a car after a Saturday night date. Anyway, I don't care if you ask me about my friends, guys or girls, so what's the big deal?" "So it's still rude and personal. If I was seeing a lady, no matter who she was or how old or what grade, I still wouldn't tell anyone about it." "Yeah? Well, like I said, I don't really care about the two of you boinking old lady Cummings. I'm just curious about the details. You guys do threeways with her?" Rusty was staring at his sister. "Do you do threeways?" Marcia shrugged. "No, but I've never really had the chance. Either guys or girls. Might like to try." "I sure hope that wasn't an offer, because I don't think I've sunk that low yet.", Rusty answered. For once in the conversation Marcia was at a loss for words. Her mouth gaped open and her jaw moved for a moment before she started laughing. "Jesus Christ! You really had me going there! Oh shit! No way, man, that is definitely not an invitation!" All three laughed at her reaction to her brother's surprise comeback. It was Jeremy's turn to pull a joint out of a candy tin. His was from the same supplier his younger brother used, a classmate he had introduced Rusty to. "So, do you prefer guys or girls?" "I love cock, but girls really know how to do it right. Nobody can eat pussy like a girl." "Going out tonight? Who's the lucky girl?", asked Rusty. It was Friday and the three were getting high before going out. "Lucky guy. Steve Westphal." "Just how lucky does Steve get?", quizzed Jeremy. "Steve gets very lucky. We're going to a real restaurant and then he swears he knows this really isolated place where we can spread a blanket out with nobody for miles around and he really knows how to eat pussy. He gets very, very lucky tonight!" "TMI, Marcia, TMI.", came from Rusty. Way too much information he thought to himself. "Oh yeah? So how lucky are you getting lately? Still dating what's her name? Trish Conforte? Getting any from her?" "No, I'm going out with her sister, Amy, and she's a very nice girl." With an amazing set of tits and a real talent for blowjobs, thought Rusty. He had dated Trish a few times and gotten nothing more than a kiss on the cheek. Her fraternal twin sister Amy had come up to him in the hallway and told him that Trish was nothing but a cocktease and that she, Amy, thought Trish was treating him terribly, and that she, Amy, thought Rusty was very cute and maybe deserved something better. She had said this while leaning close and letting him look down her low cut top and smiling coyly. It hadn't taken long for Rusty to ask her out and get very lucky that first night. No, Amy was definitely not a cocktease! "So, she any good in the sack? She's awfully cute! I wouldn't mind doing her myself." "TMI, TMI!" Marcia and Jeremy laughed as Rusty blushed. The three finished off the last joint, the roach joining its brothers in Jeremy's tin, then they got to their feet and headed inside to clean up and dress before their dates. ------- Barbara Blockings went to dinner at a small diner on her way home that evening. She wanted to get home after the children had left, so they wouldn't ask her any questions, questions that she couldn't answer, because she didn't have the answers. Questions about when their father was coming home, or if he was ever coming home. She had stopped at the diner and stared at the menu blankly, then got up and left without ordering anything. Her stomach was churning so badly she felt like throwing up. It was both better and worse once she got home. She had called Jerry at his office and left him a voicemail to be at the house at seven. She had gotten a confirmation on her answering machine. It was all so clean and antiseptic and robotic, so impersonal. The tension became too much. At half past six her stomach had betrayed her and Barbara was forced to run to the downstairs bathroom, to vomit out the remains of her lunch. She hunkered down over the toilet for a few minutes more, crying to herself, and then wiped her mouth and stood up. She ran upstairs and brushed her teeth and changed her clothing. For once, she didn't want to dress in anything he might find appealing. After months and months of trying to look attractive to her husband, she absolutely didn't want to tonight. No skirt or dress, but slacks and a loose knit top. Low heeled sandals. No jewelry, no makeup. Back downstairs, she looked at herself in the mirror over the living room buffet. She felt very nervous, and knelt down. Opening the side cabinet, she reached in and pulled out a half-empty bottle of vodka. Taking it to the kitchen, she poured herself a small glass of Dutch courage, trying to calm her nerves. She coughed as she downed the harsh liquor and debated a second when she heard the doorbell ring. Turning, she stared into the living room, then opened the pantry and hid the bottle inside. Wiping sweaty palms on the seat of her slacks, she walked slowly to the front door and opened it. Jerry was standing there, looking as nervous as his wife. "Uh, hi." "Hi.", she responded, not moving to open the screen door. "Can I come in?", he asked. Barbara started, as she realized she was leaving her husband standing on the front steps where the entire neighborhood could see them. "Yeah, sorry." She stepped back, opening the door for him. "Sorry about that, come on in." Jerry stepped inside, closing the doors behind him, but didn't step beyond the foyer. "Thank you. You look good Barbara. I've missed you." Suddenly everything that she had learned about her husband in the last few weeks came crashing back. The reason she had thrown him out, what she had learned from the lawyer and the private investigator. She had been as nervous as a teenager on a first date, but no longer. Now it was time for business. "Let's sit down." Jerry didn't know why his wife had suddenly grown colder; it was as if she had just entered a deep freeze. He followed her into the living room and sat on the couch. Barbara selected an armchair across from the coffee table. "How are the kids? Are they here?" "They're staying with friends this weekend. I didn't want them here for this conversation." "This conversation?" Jerry really didn't like the sound of that! "I didn't want our children to hear when I tell their father that I am filing for a divorce." Pulling some papers off the end table, she tossed them onto the coffee table in front of her husband. Jerry stared at the legal documents on the coffee table. He refused to pick them up, but he could definitely see a lawyer's letterhead on one, and something official looking, like from a court, on another. His mouth opened and shut a couple of times as he tried to form words, then he lifted his head to look at his wife. She was calmly watching him. "Divorce? Honey, why?! I mean, okay, I had a little too much to drink that night after the party, but a divorce?" "You stupid fucking asshole! A little too much to drink? Your neighbors wheeled you home in a wheelbarrow, and the next morning you puked and peed yourself! Your children saw you the next day! Is that what you want them to think of you? A little too much to drink? Jesus, Jerry, how much is a lot too much?" She jumped up and stalked away from him, stopping at the buffet, where she leaned on it, breathing heavily, and staring at her reflection. Jerry shook his head and followed her. This wasn't working out so great. He had been hoping she was going to allow him to come home. That certainly didn't seem to be the case! "Come on, Barb, okay, so I got drunk at a party. That happens to people. That doesn't mean we get a divorce. Hey, you've gotten drunk at parties, too, you know." He laid a hand lightly on her shoulder. She whirled to face her husband, knocking his hand away. "You son of a bitch! Do you think I care about the party? Jesus Christ, you asshole! What about Mistress Domina, huh? What about her? You bastard!" The blood drained from her husband's face as his jaw dropped open. "Wha... wha... what?" "You bastard! For two years you haven't touched me, but you spend money on whores!? You goddamned son of a bitch!" Barbara turned to face him and swung her arm to slap her husband in the face. It was like a dam had broken in the woman. Cursing her husband for leaving her alone at nights while he fucked whores, she tried to hit and slap him. Jerry managed to avoid most of the blows, infuriating her further. Screaming in rage, she moved towards him and tried to knee him in the groin but was only partially successful, hitting him hard in the upper thigh as he turned away. It was enough of a distraction for her next swing to get through, and a surprised Jerry felt the sudden sting to his face and twisted away, to trip over his own feet. He crashed face first into an end table, which collapsed beneath him. "Jesus, Barb.", he said, staring up at her wild eyes. Barbara stared down at her husband on the floor and saw that his nose was bleeding profusely. It was running down his face and was about to hit the carpet. "Shit! Come on, let's get off the carpet. You're bleeding." She stepped back and moved to the doorway to the kitchen. Jerry put a hand to his face and stared at the red wetness in disbelief. "Well, come on, you're bleeding like a stuck pig." Jerry scrambled to his feet, holding his nose. "Yeah, well, you're the one who stuck me." "And you're a pig, so we're even. Come on, let's clean you up." She led her husband in the kitchen and pointed him to one of the kitchen chairs. Jerry slumped down in the chair, blooding dripping down his face and through his fingers. Barbara simply shook her head in disbelief and grabbed a clean washcloth. It took several trips to wipe away the blood as she ordered him to hold his head back and pinch the bridge of his nose. After a few minutes the blood flow had stopped. "There, I think that's better. How's it feel?" "Uh, okay, I guess. Is it broken?" "Jerry, you are such a pussy! If it was broken, you'd know!" Her husband gave her a dirty look. "Just knock it off, please." He gingerly explored his nose, pinching and moving it gently. "I've never busted my nose, so how would I know. I've busted an arm and a leg before, but never a nose." Barbara slumped down at the kitchen table to the right of her husband, at the end. "Yeah, well, I'm sorry Jerry. I didn't mean to bust your nose. Or maybe I did, I mean, you just pissed me off so much! But I really didn't want to hurt you." Jerry nodded in understanding. "Jesus, Jerry, how in the hell did we get to this point?" "I don't know. Can we talk about it? Not just yell and scream and hit, but talk?", he asked. "I don't know if it will change anything." "We have to start somewhere.", he insisted. Barbara nodded again. "Alright, but I am not making any promises. You have no possible idea how much you have hurt me. I have filed for a divorce. I have a lawyer and a private eye and God knows who else working on this." Jerry's face went ash white. "You are really serious about this?" Barbara felt the rage build up again, and it took almost a minute to bring it back under control. "Let's be clear on this, Jerry. I'm not the one who threw this marriage away. I'm not the one who lied to his spouse, I'm not the one who never touched their spouse for two years while hiring whores. Just what the fuck were you thinking!?" Jerry started crying, the tears running down his cheeks to mix with the lingering traces of blood to form a pink sheen. He lowered his face to his hands and wept for several minutes. Disgusted, Barbara stood and retrieved the bottle of vodka from her hiding place and poured them both a drink. She nudged him with the glass and he looked up at her miserably. He knocked the liquor back, coughing slightly, and watched her. "You didn't answer the question?" "I don't know..." "You damned well do know!", she yelled, breaking her own rule. Again she had to calm herself down. "That's not good enough, Jerry. You have thrown away your life, our life, and I will damned well know why! Just how long have you been fucking your whores, Jerry? How often and how many were there? I at least deserve that!" "There was just the one..." "Mistress Domina?", Barbara sneered. Jerry nodded miserably. "It's just been the last few years. And I don't have sex with her." A look of evil fury swept across his wife's face. She reached across the table and slapped his cheek sharply. "Don't you dare lie to me, Jerry, don't you dare! I've met her! I've talked to her! I know exactly what the two of you did, and don't think that just because you didn't put your miserable prick into her you didn't have sex! Now you tell me exactly what you did, and if you lie, even a little, I will throw your ass out on the street and ruin you." Jerry looked like he was about to protest, but Barbara stopped him. "I know, Jerry, and if you don't tell me exactly so will everyone in your office!" Jerry caved totally. Slumped back in the kitchen chair, tears streaming down his face, he told his wife exactly what he and Mistress Domina had done, the spankings, the cunnilingus, the abuse, the masturbation. More than once Barbara felt like retching into the sink, but she managed to control the urge. Twice she refilled their glasses with the vodka, but neither felt any effect from it; it simply dulled the intolerable pain for both. Finally, as her husband tapered off, Barbara said, "I'm sorry, Jerry, I just don't understand. Am I that old and unattractive that you don't want me anymore? Is that it?" "No, God no! You're beautiful, it's just..." "What, Jerry, what is it then? You can't even tell me that she's better in bed! You never fucked her! She didn't even blow you! Christ, Jerry, half the time she made you jerk off on your own! You want to explain to me why you went to a whore!?" Jerry's jaw flapped a few times as he tried to get a coherent answer out. "It wasn't you. I couldn't... I mean, it was me... you wouldn't... I couldn't ask... oh, Jesus." He stared at the table as he started to cry again. Barbara reached across the table again, to slap him back into focus. "Let me get this straight. You threw away a nineteen year marriage and three kids because you were embarrassed to ask the woman who loved you with her entire heart and soul to make you jerk off? Do I have that right? You fucking moron! Because you were embarrassed? Nineteen years, Jerry! Was it worth it?" Jerry countered angrily, "What, are trying to tell me you would have done what I wanted you to do? What I needed you to do? Remember when I bought you those boots, the really tall ones? Have you ever worn them for me?" "Did you ever ask!? Jerry, when did I ever turn you down in the bedroom? I don't understand any of this, Jerry, I swear to Jesus I don't understand it, but if you had ever asked me, seriously, to spank you and jerk you off, I would have! I loved you, God damn it! What do you think I was going to do? Tell the entire neighborhood? Tell the kids? You fucking idiot! You have thrown away our marriage because you were embarrassed!" It was Barbara's turn to start crying. Jerry stared at his wife in disbelief, a wild glimmer of hope dancing before him. "You would have done that?" "You asshole! I've sucked you, I've fucked you. Have I ever said 'No'? I have tried dressing up and dressing down, whatever you wanted. I used to think you were happy with me. I used to think we had a pretty good sex life. Okay, so we didn't fuck like bunnies ten times a day like when we were just married, but who does? Most nights we did it pretty good!" "Yeah, we did.", agreed her soon-to-be ex-husband. "But something like this..." "Come with me, you son of a bitch. I am going to show you just what you have thrown away." She stood and headed back to the living room. Jerry stared at her a second and then stood, hurrying after her as she went through the living room to the foyer and up the stairs. He followed her down the hallway towards their bedroom, but she stopped him halfway. "Hold it right there, mister. You are doing this my way. I'm the boss from now on." Pointing to the hall bathroom, she said, "Now, you go in there and take a shower and clean up and dry off and stay in there until I tell you to come out. Don't get redressed, either! You come out early and you will never know what you will have missed. You get your ass in there, now!" Jerry scurried inside and shut the door behind him. Barbara rolled her eyes in disbelief. What in the world was she doing? She was divorcing the man and now she was going to fuck him senseless one last time? Groaning to herself, she went into her closet and rooted around until she found the boots her husband had bought for her. She had worn them once, to see if they fit, but afterwards had put them in the back of the closet as ridiculous and impractical. She still thought they were ridiculous and impractical, but it looked like they were going to get a test drive after all. Stripping naked, she slid her feet into them and began zipping them up. They were long and black leather, with a zipper going from her instep all the way up, with a heavy elastic seam around the zipper. Standing, she found that they fit surprisingly well, coming a couple of inches above her knees. They were heavy, and would be impossibly hot in anything other than air conditioning, and the four inch spike heel would make walking difficult at best, but the only walking a woman was expected to do in these boots, she thought to herself, was from the front door to the bedroom. They weren't too stiff, and actually had been designed for this, so that she could bend her knees fairly comfortably; sitting in a chair would be fine, kneeling wouldn't be. Staring at herself in the mirror, naked except for the boots, Barbara rolled her eyes again. She had nothing like the kinds of outfits that Mistress Domina had. She was going to have to fake everything. A black lace long line bra would do up top; she had bought it once for a wedding and it had cups that could be worn normally or folded in for a 'Merry Widow' sort of look. The matching panties were long gone, but she found a black bikini bottom with side ties that would do. She even found a pair of black opera length gloves, and then had to throw them out when she found they had holes in the seams. Barbara went into the bathroom and repaired her makeup from the tears she had shed earlier, going for a more wanton look than normal. She also doubled the amount of perfume she normally wore. A black choker went around her neck. Something else was missing though. She went out into the hallway. Jerry heard his wife moving down the hall. He had quickly showered and dried off, and was now sitting on the toilet seat, naked, waiting to be summoned. "Can I come out now?", he called out. "You just stay where you are and keep quiet!", was the only response. Barbara went downstairs to the kitchen, praying the entire time that the drapes were pulled and none of her children would pick that moment to come home. In the kitchen she found what she was looking for, pulling it off the wall. She went back upstairs and rooted around in the nightstand for the final item. She took one last look in the mirror, adjusting her outfit, and nodded. Showtime! Opening the door, she yelled down the hall, "Get in here! Now!" Jerry quickly came down the hall, trying to hide his nerves, unsure of what was about to happen. It almost sounded like makeup sex, but not quite. His cock was half stiff with anticipation, though it still was hanging down. He stepped inside the bedroom, finding himself alone, and closed the door. Barbara must have been in the bathroom, so he began to move in that direction. "Stay right there, worm!", she ordered, coming out of the bathroom. She had been eyeing him from behind the door, planning to make a big entrance. She succeeded, since he gasped audibly and his cock immediately sprang to life. "Oh my God!", he exclaimed. "Silence!" "You're so beautiful!", he continued. His eyes were feasting on the vision before him. Barbara was standing there in lingerie and boots, looking stern and forbidding, and he had never seen anything more desirable in his life. "Silence!", she repeated. Before he could react, she had moved to his side and the hand which had been behind her back whipped around. Hidden with that hand was what she had retrieved from the kitchen, a prank 'Mom's Paddle' Jerry had once given her when the kids were little. It had never been used, and was covered with silly rhymes, but it had been sturdy and looked like it would finally get some paddling to do. She gave her husband a hard swat on his bare ass, eliciting a surprised whoop of pain. Jerry began to turn to face her but she ordered him to stand still, face forward, and stay quiet. She gave him another half dozen hard swats with the paddle before coming back around. "So is this what you did with your whores, Jerry? You let them paddle you like a naughty little boy." Barbara grabbed his cock and squeezed it hard. Jerry groaned but stayed silent, his hands down by his sides. "This isn't from a little boy. This is from a naughty big boy. But not from a man - a man would have told his wife about what he really wanted." She eyed her husband coldly, but he obeyed orders and kept quiet and still. "I just can't trust you, Jerry, you're such a lying sack of shit. You are about to be punished and I think you might try to stop it. So I think we need to make sure you behave. Put your hands behind your back." Jerry complied and Barbara stepped behind him. She had left the handcuffs she had pulled from the nightstand under a magazine; they were an inexpensive 'gag' gift she had gotten at a bridal shower. They didn't even have keys, just a release switch you could reach if you twisted around some. She quickly cuffed his wrists behind his back, again hearing the gasp from her husband. Barbara stepped back in front of him. "Well, you licked your whores' pussies but not mine, so I think you need to make up for it. You get down on your knees now, mister!" Jerry stared at his wife briefly, and then dropped down to his knees before her. He stared at her black panties for a moment, catching a heady whiff of her desire, mixed with perfume, and then wondered what to do about them. Looking up at her beseechingly, she coldly responded, "You figure it out, and quickly!" Jerry leaned in and tried to pull the panties down with his teeth, only belatedly seeing one of the side ties out of the corner of his eye. He quickly leaned over and grabbed a tie with his teeth and pulled. The slip knot untied and the bikini slipped down her legs, wrapping around one of the boots. "Enough! Get to work!", she demanded. Barbara grabbed her husband's hair and yanked his face into her crotch. Jerry responded immediately. Mistress Domina had often made him eat her out in this position, and his wife was way more enticing! His tongue extended, Jerry leaned forward to bury his face in her pussy, slurping and sucking as best he could. Barbara had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. Back when she and Jerry had been screwing, it had always been good, and Jerry had been a good pussylicker. Now it was beyond belief! It may have been a long time since they had had sex, but she had been with Georgia and Paige and the two guys in the bar in the last few weeks so that need had been taken care of. Still, Jerry was far better now than he had been in the past. She could feel her pussy gushing as her husband sucked her clit and she came. She had to lock her knees and grab a fistful of his hair to keep from staggering. Fifteen minutes later, enough was enough. Pulling his head away from her, she looked down into his glistening face. "Stand up!", she ordered. "That was adequate, but you will need to do much better. Still, something should be done as a reward I suppose." She knelt down in front of him, but a blowjob was too much of a reward. Unlike Mistress Domina, she enjoyed sucking and fucking cocks, but it was still too soon for that. Setting the paddle aside, she reached out with both hands and touched his cock. It was too much for Jerry. Seeing his wife in her 'Mistress Barbara' outfit, being spanked, and sucking her pussy had been too much. At the first touch of his wife's bare fingers, he whimpered. Jism began pulsing from his cock and she aimed it at her tits. Come spurted onto her and she pumped him dry. Barbara stood up and faced him. "You son of a bitch! Did I tell you to come on my tits? Now clean it up!" If she thought to embarrass him, Jerry surprised her. He immediately lowered his face to her breasts and began licking the come from her tits. In all the years they had been married Jerry had never done this, and it astonished her. Mistress Domina had taught an old dog a new trick after all! Jerry's mouth washed her entire chest, her tits, the deep valley between them, even the rosy nipples crowning them. She gritted her teeth to keep from screaming as she came while he sucked her nipples. They were almost painfully distended. Pulling back, Barbara said, "That's still not good enough. Now stand still and keep your lying mouth shut!" Barbara bent over to pick up her paddle, waggling her ass at Jerry's desperate eyes. Moving behind him, she grabbed his handcuffs by the chain connecting them and lifted them, raising his arms uncomfortably. At first Jerry responded by standing straighter, but she kept raising and he was forced to bend at the waist. Again Barbara warned him to stand still and not make a sound, then the paddle came forward with a soft whoosh and landed, hard, on his buttocks. Jerry had been expecting another spanking. It was obvious that his wife knew everything about what he and Mistress Domina had done, even beyond what she had forced from him earlier. Still, the sudden sting surprised him and he blurted out, "Christ!" "Shut the fuck up, you bastard! You brought this on yourself. You can take a spanking now or a much greater one by the people at your office! Now shut up, bend over, and take it!" Barbara gave him another sharp whack on the ass and this time Jerry gritted his teeth and took it. This was definitely a nastier spanking than the first one. Barbara beat his ass until it was bright red and tears were at the corners of his eyes before she relented. Coming back to his front, she was amazed to see his cock was stiff again! He was actually aroused by the spanking, as surreal as that seemed to her. Pointing at the floor, she stood in front of him and spread her legs apart. "You know the routine." Jerry immediately sank to his knees and began eating her pussy; if anything he seemed to be doing an even better job on the second go-around. Mistress Domina must have really taught him some new tricks, she thought to herself. This time she gave him release with a blowjob. It didn't take long, but Jerry definitely showed more control, not coming as soon as she put her lips around his cockhead, but lasting a few minutes before moaning and filling her mouth with another load. Barbara swallowed and stood up, eyeing him cruelly. "I didn't give you permission to do that." Jerry looked at her nervously. "You know what you need to do." She waved the paddle at him. Jerry bent over again. He never got to do it three times with Mistress Domina — she would have charged a fortune for that! — and he wasn't sure if he would be able to perform again at the end of it. That would probably be worth a beating in its own right! Surprisingly, he was. After another ass beating and carpet munching, his semi-stiff cock was manipulated to full strength by Barbara's fingers. Then she pushed him down onto an armless vanity chair and climbed on top of him, straddling his legs and dropping her drenched pussy down onto his erection. Their joint weight resting on his abused buttocks was exquisite torture, and when he protested briefly, Barbara simply shoved the paddle between his teeth and told him to bite down on it like a man. Jerry complied and reveled in the pain-pleasure as his wife rode him through multiple orgasms before he came a third time, weakly but definitely. It was late and Barbara felt exhausted, physically and emotionally. Jerry's cock was as wonderful as she had always known it to be, thick and long and filling. Still, what they had was lost. She climbed off his lap, his flaccid cock slipping from her pussy, and she put a hand on his chest to keep him in place on the chair. She took the paddle from his mouth after first warning him to stay quiet. Barbara circled the man she had once loved slowly before coming back around to him. "That was so good, Jerry! So good! That was as good a fuck as you've ever given me, or that anyone has ever given me. We really are good together Jerry. It's just so sad that you didn't love me enough to want it all the time." Jerry opened his mouth to reply, but Barbara put a finger to his lips. "I didn't give you permission to speak, so you don't speak." She circled him again, rubbing her body against him. "I actually counted it up. We've been together 21 years, 10 months, and 23 days. That's from the first time we met back in college. I actually remembered that first party we met at and when it was. For almost 22 years you have been the only man I ever loved, and this body was yours to do with as you pleased. It was your toy to play with, and you threw it away." Barbara leaned over his shoulder and licked his left cheek from behind him. "For 22 years this was your tongue, to lick your balls with." She leaned over his other shoulder and gently sucked his right ear lobe. "For 22 years these were your lips, to suck your cock with." Coming around front, she leaned over and swung her tits in his face, batting him gently. "For 22 years these were your tits to play with, to wrap around your cock and come on my face whenever you wanted to. Your nipples, too, to play with whenever you wanted to." Barbara moved to his side and raised a foot up, resting the spike heel on his thigh painfully and rubbed her thigh against his chest. "For 22 years these were your legs, to wrap around you as you fucked me." Grabbing his hair, she forced his face downward until he was staring at her wetly glistening pussy, where traces of come were seeping from her lips. "For 22 years this was your pussy, a place you could put your cock whenever and wherever you wanted to, as often as you wanted, no matter what." Twisting away, Barbara came around in front of him, facing away, and bent over, sticking her ass in his face. "And for 22 years this was your asshole. If you had only asked, you could have put your cock here, too! I would have done anything you wanted, no matter what, no matter where, no matter how." Then Barbara turned around to face her husband, who now had tears streaking down his red cheeks. It was too much for her. Swinging her right hand from behind her back, she slapped him, hard, and Jerry was barely able to stay in the chair. "You stupid son of a bitch! For 22 years I stayed true to you, loved you, trusted you. I would have done anything you ever wanted, and you threw it all away! Well, no more. It's over!" Barbara moved behind the chair and reached down, releasing the catch on the handcuffs. Suddenly freed, Jerry stretched his arms and stood. His wife had a face of stone when he looked at it. "Goodbye, Jerry. I want you out of my bedroom. I want you out of my house. Leave. Get your clothes and get dressed and don't ever come back. Make sure you pick up the papers downstairs and call your lawyer as soon as you can." "Barbara, I..." "Leave, Jerry. Just keep your mouth shut and leave. I'll tell the kids. The lawyers can work out visitation rights. Just leave." Jerry stared at her briefly and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Barbara lifelessly sat on the bed and stayed there, listening as her husband moved through the house, dressing, and then leaving. Once he was gone she broke down, rolling over and crying into a pillow, empty and alone. ------- Chapter 21: Dinner and a Movie "So exactly what is the plan again?", asked Bob Turner. He was fresh from the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist, and was just inside the walk-in closet looking for some clothes. His wife Paige was wrapped up in a terry cloth bathrobe working on her makeup. "God your memory is awful! Tom and Terry are coming over at eight. We're going out for dinner and drinks - we're paying - and then come home for some fun and games." "Same rules as before?", he asked, more than a bit curious about the answer. "Same rules as before.", she agreed, nodding at him with a smile. "She's with him and I'm with you, except for when she's with me." Paige laughed brightly. "Just how that doesn't violate the rules is beyond me, but I like it." Bob gave her a rueful grin. "I don't know. I still get very uncomfortable with the idea of you with another man." Bob pulled a pair of slacks from the closet. Tossing aside his towel, he stepped into them bareback, skipping the underwear. Paige laughed again. "Don't worry, honey, I'm not sure I would like you with another woman either." She moved over to the closet. "Terry says that they know lots of people with little rules like that - no swapping, just watching; girl-girl only; oral sex but no real sex; oral and anal but no straight sex. You name it, there seems to be a level for everyone to be comfortable." She began to hunt for a top and a skirt. "So, oral sex isn't real sex? I seem to recall a certain President who tried to make that claim and he got impeached for it!" Paige snorted in laughter at this. "Well, think about it. Maybe that's a line we could move up to sometime later. Maybe we don't want to watch the other fucking somebody, but a blowjob might not be the same thing, hmmm?" "Maybe, but not tonight, okay?" Paige agreed happily and finished looking around in the closet. She settled on a flirty little black miniskirt and a sequined gold halter top. The top was essentially backless and sideless, with a lot of strings and ties crisscrossing in the back, and Bob had to help her with it. "Do I get to help undo this later on?", he asked. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll get Terry to help me with it. I bet you'd like that, too!" She gently ran a finger across the front of his slacks, confirming the presence of an erection. "Careful, dear, or dinner is going to be delayed!", he warned. Paige simply laughed and stepped into the skirt. She debated going commando, but when Bob reached into their nightstand and suggested a few toys for the evening, she changed her mind. She slipped into a wispy black thong and found the remote control egg and slipped that inside her as well. "Can I have that?", asked Bob, referring to the control unit. "Not on your life! That's for later!" She slipped the remote into a little black purse, along with some ID and lube. She had prepared earlier for the evening, but you could never be sure exactly where they might end up and she wanted to be ready no matter what. She grabbed a pair of high heeled sandals and sat back down at the vanity to slip them on. The ringing of the door chimes broke Bob's semi-innocent reverie about delaying the night's festivities. "Either they're early or we're late." "Well, don't just stand there! Go get the door!", ordered his wife. Bob pulled on a shirt with a loud red and orange tropical pattern, buttoning it up as he moved down the hallway. The chimes rang a second time and he yelled out "I'm coming!" loud enough to carry down the hall and out to the edge of Chrystal Court. Paige shook her head in disbelief and stood up. She touched up her hair and spritzed on a trace of perfume, and then followed her husband out of the bedroom and down the hallway. The Tallmans were standing inside the foyer talking to Bob when she got to the landing. "How do I look?", she asked rhetorically. She knew she looked cute and sexy, but simply wanted to preen a little. Bob and Tom gave a couple of wolf whistles; Terry licked her lips. "You look good enough to eat!" "What an interesting thought. You look pretty good, too!", replied her friend. Terry had dressed much like Paige, with high heeled sandals and a little black skirt. Her top, however, was a lightweight cotton crop top, cut like a tank top, but with ties over the shoulder and down the front of the top. It would only take a few strings pulled to remove it. "I have to find out!" Paige stepped closer and pulled the front of Terry's skirt up, to reveal a little white g-string. "Okay, we're matching!", she announced. The others laughed at this. "And if I was going commando?", quizzed Terry. "Well, as the perfect hostess, I would have to also, wouldn't I? Oooh, that gives me a thought!" "Hmmm?" Paige gave her neighbor a sly smile. "You'll find out, later. Everybody ready? Let's go!" She pointed to the front door; as the Tallmans went back outside, neither noticed when Paige whispered in her husband's ear. He gave her a surprised look and then nodded, grinning. The Corolla was a comfortable car, but a bit too small for a man in the rear seat. Bob and Tom sat in the front seat while Paige and Terry climbed in the rear. While they drove into Orlando, the main topic of conversation was Barbara Blockings pending divorce of her husband. Considering that Bob and Tom had carted the hapless Jerry home in a wheelbarrow, and Barbara had commiserated carnally with everyone but Bob, the final filing of the papers was almost anticlimactic. "Is this the restaurant?", asked Terry, a tone of confusion in her voice. Bob had just pulled the Toyota into the parking lot of the mammoth adult boutique on Orange Blossom Trail that he and Terry had shopped at before. "Not precisely, honey, but I think I know what's going on.", replied Tom. He had been here by himself once or twice. "Trust me, you want to come here! There is something we need to get you.", interjected Paige. She took Terry's hand and pulled her towards the door. Bob and Tom grinned at each other and followed the two women. "Oh my God!", exclaimed Terry as she entered the building. The clerk at the counter rolled his eyes; half the people who came in were too embarrassed to say anything, but for first timers it was pretty typical. "Come on, we need to make our outfits a total match." "Huh?" Paige towed her friend along. "Trust me!" Tom trailed after curiously, with Bob in the rear. They moved down a couple of aisles lined with various vibrators and dildos, and Paige stopped in front of the rack with the remote control eggs. She grabbed one off the rack and held it out to the Tallmans. "You're kidding me!", exclaimed Terry. Tom looked over his wife's shoulder. "Cool!" Surprised, Terry looked back at him. "Really?" Tom nodded. Looking back at Paige, he made an obvious glance down at her waist. "Uh, you... ?" Paige giggled. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a control unit just like the one in the box she had handed to her friend. She showed them how to flick the switch, how a small red LED lit up, and grinned as the little egg buzzed her pussy. She flicked it off and said, "You have to get one!" "You mean ... you ... here, right now ... oh wow!" Tom was totally surprised by the idea. He and Terry always seemed to be the adventurous ones in any group, but their neighbor was running around with a vibrator up her pussy and using it in plain sight in public! "It is so good!", gushed Paige. "You have to get one of these! Not only can you use it to get turned on, but later, when Bob fucks my ass, we leave it in and turn it on. It drives me nuts!" "Whoa!", exclaimed Terry, glancing back at her husband. They still weren't all that enthused about anal sex, even after watching Paige go bonkers while doing it, but she would have to admit that both of them were thinking about it a bit more these days. "Come on, buy it. We'll put it in now, so that we know it works!" Tom and Bob laughed as they were sent off to browse through the store, and the two women went to the front counter. The cute Goth lesbian clerk wasn't working the front counter. Instead it was a somewhat creepy looking guy with greasy hair. He eyed the two women closely as he put in new batteries and rang up the purchase. Unlike the last time, Paige had zero interest in letting this clerk install the egg in her friend. Taking their purchase, she pulled Terry a few aisles over, away from prying eyes. "Let me.", she whispered, dropping to her knees. Before Terry knew what was happening, Paige had lifted her little skirt up and pulled her panties to the side. The egg slipped into an already warm and wet pussy, and Paige pushed it home with her middle finger. "Oh!", exclaimed a surprised Terry. As Paige popped back to her feet, Terry adjusted her thong and skirt. "Here, give it a shot." Paige handed her the remote. So far it was nothing to write home about, but she flicked the switch regardless. Half a second later it felt like a bomb had gone off inside her! She gasped as her back arched with the unexpected pleasure. Terry quickly flicked off the remote. Grinning, she said, "Wow! That was ... I don't know ... that was pretty intense!" "Not what you thought, was it?" She shook her head. "No." She flicked the switch on and off several more times, getting used to the sensation. "That's really something! What's the range on this thing?" The two women looked over the empty packaging and found it was supposed to be good for twenty feet. "Does it really work like that?" Paige shrugged. "We've never been that far apart with it. We usually just use it when we are playing by ourselves. Like tonight - we'll go out to dinner or a movie or something and I'll pack it in my purse. At some point in the evening, I'll put it in and give Bob the remote. By the time we get home, I'll have already come at least once or twice and ready for anything!" Terry grinned at her friend. She flicked the switch another time and turned it off, then held out her hand. "Swap!" Paige's eyes lit up! She opened her own purse and pulled out her own remote, handing it over. The two friends giggled as they buzzed each other until their husbands wandered through. Bob was carrying a plastic wrapped double dong... "You girls ready?", asked Bob. He waved the device at them. "Honey, it followed me home. Can I keep it?" Both ladies giggled some more. "Yep!", said Paige. "You already put in the toy? You going to let us play?", asked a grinning Tom. The women giggled some more, zapping the remotes one last time, and then they dramatically put them in their purses. "Later!", said Terry. Tom just looked at Bob and rolled his eyes. Terry and Paige grabbed their husband's hands and dragged them out of the store, still giggling. Dinner was at a fairly adult restaurant south of Orlando, not quite a club but definitely not a family oriented place either. The two women's little tops, miniskirts, and heels were not at all out of place. After dinner, they moved to the large barroom on the side of the dining area and found a tall table with four barstools just becoming available. They snagged the location before anyone else could claim it, even before it had been cleared off, and climbed onto the stools. Paige and Terry were showing a lot of leg on the high stools, and their husbands were definitely enjoying the view. Paige caught Terry's eye and giggled, then reached into her purse and pulled out her remote. Grinning, Terry pulled out the one in her purse and handed it to Tom. Paige handed the one she was holding to Bob. Smiling, both men flicked on the remotes at the same time, laughing as their wives reacted. Paige gasped and grabbed the edge of the table; Terry closed her eyes and arched her back as she came. The simple presence of the eggs in their pussies had been enough to bring them both to the edge of orgasm before they had even been turned on; flicking on the remotes took them over the edge and beyond! For the next couple of minutes, as a waitress appeared and cleaned the table and took their orders, Bob and Tom continued to buzz their wives. Finally, as their drinks were served, Tom slid his remote over to Bob. "Let's swap." Bob reached out to take the other remote, but Paige laughed and grabbed his hand. "No! We already swapped!" "What?!" Terry laughed and nodded her head. "We swapped remotes earlier ourselves! You've been turning mine on and Tom's been controlling Paige's already!" "You're kidding me!" Looking at Bob, he said, "Leave yours off.", and then turned the one in his hand on and left it there. True enough, it was Paige who reacted, whimpering as the extended session built within her. Testing his own remote quickly, Bob found it was Terry who jumped in surprise. "Holy shit!" "Yeah, now cool it before we leave puddles on the seats!", ordered Paige. "If you don't behave, we'll have to take your toys away." Tom scoffed. "Tonight, you two are the toys!" Both men buzzed their wives fiercely, causing the two women to try and scramble forward and take the remotes away. They compromised by turning them off but putting them in their pockets for later. After two rounds of drinks, the sexual tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Neither Paige nor Terry could wait any longer, and ordered their husbands to settle the bill and take them home. Bob snorted derisively as he flagged down the waitress, and he and Tom pulled the remotes from their pockets. Bob women got zapped again before they were able to leave. Again, both women settled into the back seat of the Corolla, but any resemblance to the earlier drive ended their. Before they had even left the parking lot, they were in each other's arms, kissing passionately, their skirts to their waists, panties pulled to the side, and Terry's top undone. Tom shifted sideways to watch, and Bob kept one eye on the rearview mirror, and both men continued to flick the remotes on and off. The car reeked of sex by the time they got back to the house. Paige reached over the seat in front of her as Terry redid her top. "Gimme!", she ordered. She took the two remotes away, and then sagged back into the seat. Her face was glistening with sweat, as was her friend's. "We need a break!" Bob and Tom gave their wives raspberries, but relented. It was obvious the two women were fucked out for the moment. Once inside, Paige introduced Fuzzy to the Tallmans, and while Terry played with the kitten, Bob and Tom grabbed a bottle of vodka, some mixers, and a big tub of ice. They retired to the den to set up for the next round of fun and games. A DVD was loaded on the player, drinks were prepared, and everyone took a wander through the bathroom. Finally the kitten was set down in the kitchen and everyone moved into the den. The door was firmly shut. "Where's the remote?", asked Bob. Both women giggled at this. "Not that type of remote!", he countered. "This one?", asked Paige, picking the DVD remote off the television. She came over to where Bob was sitting in a large armchair and handed it to him, then settled onto his lap sideways. She was facing the Tallmans, who were snuggled up on a couch facing the TV. "Actually, I think you should hand over both remotes.", he said with a smile. Paige returned the smile. "Absolutely!" She snuggled up against her husband comfortably as he wrapped his arms around her, a remote in each hand. His right hand went through the business of turning on the television, starting the DVD, and adjusting the volume, and then was tossed aside onto the end table. Both he and Paige began working on their drinks as he began to tease her with the remote control egg, while the credits rolled. Tom Tallman sat in the corner of the couch, his feet up on an Ottoman in front of him, with Terry next to him. She had her feet tucked up by her side and was leaning into him, with one of his arms over her shoulders. They too were drinking as the movie started. It was a cheesy Western spoof, and the first scene involved the town mayor in a long and hot sex scene with his wife, the town 'schoolmarm', an incredibly busty blonde. As the action began, both couples began to join in. Tom reached down with the hand over Terry's shoulders to begin toying with her breasts, while the other came around to her front to join in. Terry began rubbing the front of her husband's trousers, where his erect cock was pulsing. She began using her remote on herself. Next to them, in the armchair, Bob began working on undoing his wife's halter top, while she reached between them to unzip his pants. Once his cock was out, she began to slowly stroke him as he toyed with her tits. During the second scene, where the sheriff enjoyed a threesome with a pair of buxom brunette barmaids, things began progressing further. Terry had managed to undo Tom's pants, and he raised up enough to push them down his legs. Her top was completely off, and she was stretched out on the couch, her head in his lap and his cock in her mouth. She was sucking and jacking him slowly, and had given him the remote. Tom's head was back, a look of sheer bliss on his face, and he kept a hand on the back of her head, holding her in place. He was perfectly willing to let his wife keep this up for as long as she wanted. The other hand was stroking her naked back and down to her rear, totally exposed after he had pulled her skirt to her waist. Terry was moaning quietly because of the amazing vibrations of the remote egg in her pussy, but the moans just made her cocksucking that much sweeter to her spouse. Between watching the movie and watching their friends, the Turners decided to move things further along. Lifting up, Paige tugged the wire attached to the remote control egg and pulled it out. She positioned her gaping wet pussy over her husband's cock and waited for him to move it so that his bright purple cockhead had slipped inside her pussylips. Once in place, she quickly settled back down onto him, eliciting moans and groans from both of them, and leaned back into him. Her fingers went to her clit while his wrapped around her to pinch and play with her distended nipples. Paige's breathing became coarse and harsh as she orgasmed. The action intensified as the actors in the movie moved closer to orgasm. As the sheriff pulled out of one of the barmaids' ass, they both twisted around to face him and he unloaded, jerking off onto both of their faces. Watching the scene, Tom groaned and spurted his come into his wife's mouth, and Bob pulled his frantically bouncing wife down onto his pulsing cock, hard, and blasted his load up into her. Paige sighed happily and climbed off Bob's lap. "I need another drink." She looked at the others curiously, her eyes asking if anyone else wanted seconds. When they all agreed, she smiled over at her husband. "You need to get ready for the next round." Terry giggled. She had sat upright again and stripped naked, as had Tom. Now, as she idly stroked his semi-soft cock, she said, "I can help with that if you want." Paige simply laughed. "Better you than him.", she replied, pointing at Tom, "but I think I'll take care of it in a minute or two." She wasn't sure whether 'help' would break their little rule or not, but she wanted to talk to Bob about that sort of thing. She also stripped off the rest of her clothing and motioned for her husband to do the same while the movie progressed. The third sex scene involved the town banker summoning a pretty young teller, another blonde with considerable augmentation, into his office. He immediately told her that if she wanted to keep her job, she would need to take a deposit from him. "I think you're going to get another deposit, too, babe.", Tom told his wife. He pushed her onto the floor, kneeling over the Ottoman in front of them, and moved so as to be behind her. His prick was stiff enough to slowly insert into her pussy from behind. "Ummm, I love banking, honey!", she teased back. Paige served the drinks to the others, and giggled when Tom didn't even stop his slow thrusting to sip at his. "I have an even better idea.", she told Bob. Handing him both their drinks, she pushed another Ottoman up alongside their friends, but before assuming the position, she picked the remote control egg off the floor. Wiping it off with her husband's handkerchief, she pushed it back into her pussy before kneeling down, her butt up in the air. "Where's the Astroglide?", asked Bob. Paige looked around for a few seconds and then pointed at the coffee table holding the vodka. "Over there." Bob moved across the room and retrieved the bottle of lube, and Paige turned the remote egg back on. She had a happy look on her face as her husband knelt down behind her and opened up the bottle. Terry and Tom had been watching their friends with wide eyes. "Wow! You really do get into anal, don't you?", commented Tom. "Oh, yeah, it can be pretty intense.", agreed Bob. He applied a liberal amount of lube to a couple of fingers and was working them up and down Paige's asscrack and into her asshole. Paige was humping her rear back at him happily. "Do you always assfuck?", asked Terry. That question startled Paige, but she realized that both of the times they had done a soft swing with their friends, Bob had buttfucked her. Shaking her head, she answered, "No, it's not like that at all. Most of the time Bob just fucks my pussy. I mean, that is really good, too, and I really like it. But special nights, like tonight, I like to take some time and get ready for anything." Bob had stopped lubing Paige's rear and was now stroking his cock with his greasy hand, getting ready himself. "Yeah, it's only if we're going out for a sex night, you know, like dinner and drinks, a date, clubbing, something like that." He moved closer to Paige, so that he was right up behind her. Paige reached back with both hands, laying down on the Ottoman, and spread her asscheeks apart. Holding his cock in his right hand, Bob used the fingers on his left hand to gently probe her asshole and guide his cockhead inside. It always took a few seconds to force the head inside, but once there, slow and steady pressure forced him full depth quickly. Once there he stopped, to allow Paige to adjust and accommodate the oversized intruder. "Oh, that's good!", sighed Paige quietly, her eyes clenched shut. She opened them and looked over at the neighbors. "If you want, I can teach you." Terry looked back over her shoulder at Tom, who was still slowly pumping in and out of her pussy. He gave a wry smile and shrugged his shoulders in silent agreement. Terry simply looked over at Paige and said, "We'll see." Paige giggled. "See? There's things we do that you don't!" She pushed back at Bob. "Fuck my ass hard, baby! Show them how to ream my ass!" Bob simply laughed and slammed his cock forward, burying it hard up her butt. Paige moaned. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" Bob grabbed his wife by the hips and began slamfucking his cock into her. Her asshole was always so tight and hot, and fucking her there was always such a nasty and intimate experience. If it hadn't been for their first pussy fucking, he would have already have blown another load, but Paige was really going to town, coming hard. He could feel the remote control egg working her pussy over, separated from his cock by just a few thin layers of flesh. Her entire body was almost vibrating in tune with it, and she was sweating as her energy dissipated through the both of them. It became an unbearable pleasure. Grunting, Bob slammed his dick as far into his wife as he could, holding her in place, pinned into the Ottoman, and spewed jism far into her bowels. The sight was electrifying; Tom followed suit, filling Terry's pussy with his come. It was time for a break. Everybody climbed to their feet and the video was put on pause, and then Paige opened the door. A small furry object streaked in as Fuzzy decided to visit. Paige laughed and said to Terry, "Come on. We'll use my bathroom and leave the cat to these two. Careful guys, you know how kittens like to play with dangling stuff!" Terry giggled as Tom gave his host a wary eye. "She wouldn't..." "I have no intention of finding out!" Bob grabbed his slacks and quickly slid them back on, followed closely by his friend. They both began cleaning up somewhat in the den, taking drink glasses to the kitchen and using the bathroom off the foyer. Paige led Terry upstairs and to the master bedroom. "Guests first.", she announced, directing Terry inside. She slipped into her closet and pulled out a pair of short robes. When Terry came out of the bathroom, she handed one to her. "Just in case Fuzzy does get rambunctious." Terry laughed at that. "Is she really that adventurous?" "All cats are that adventurous!", replied Paige. She went in and closed the door. When she was finished on the toilet, she opened the door and invited Terry back in. She handed her a washcloth and a towel, and the pair decided to clean up the worst of the excesses from earlier. "Listen, I was serious earlier. If you would like to try taking Tom where the sun don't shine, I can teach you how." "Really? You give lessons?", laughed Terry. Paige smiled and shrugged. "Well, I don't think you're going to find this out in school!" Terry snorted. Paige continued, "But yeah, why not. I'm not kidding you, it really can be a lot of fun. I'm surprised, the two of you being into swinging and all. I would think that, you know, like in the movies, it would be a great way to have more than one guy at a time, you know, one coming and one going." "Well, I can't say as I've never seen it, but really, most parties aren't quite the same as movies. It's usually just a few friends getting together and swapping off. I've never really been the center of a gangbang actually." "You see, new ideas just bubble up to the surface around here!" Terry laughed. "Actually, we were thinking, the next time we get together like this, we want to do something a little different, over at our place." "Like what?" "We want to make a movie.", announced Terry. "Huh?", replied Paige, nervously. "Oh, nothing like downstairs. We just have a video camera and we want you guys to videotape us fucking. We've done it before with a tripod, but it's not the same. Then, later, we could make a tape of you and Bob screwing." Paige looked intrigued, but unconvinced. "Uh, I don't know about you two, but we can't be in anything that might get out there or whatever." Terry waved off the objection excitedly. "No, it'd be perfect. You two tape us and don't even have to say anything. Your voices won't even be heard. After, we'll tape you and just give you the tape, or DVD actually. We have a digital camera and we'd run it through the computer and copy it to DVD. We wouldn't even keep a copy of it, unless you said we could keep one." "Uh, well, that's okay, but we'd have to ask Bob about the copy. I'd be nervous about that." Terry eagerly agreed to the restriction. "Some friends of ours did this once. We can simply take a movie of you and Bob naked and fucking, or you can even do your own little porn scene, with a script and outfits and stuff. That would be so cool!" Paige grinned. "We'll see. Put your robe on and let's get back downstairs." She slipped her own robe on, a lacy black top that just covered her rear, and watched as Terry put on a short peach satin wrap. Then, as Terry watched, she pulled out of the closet a long and thick double headed dildo. "Bob doesn't even know I got this, but I want to break it in! Let's you and me give it a good workout while the boys get a second wind." "Excellent!", agreed Terry, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. It was going to be a very nice and long night! ------- Chapter 22: Hen Party "Coming in! Are you decent?", yelled Paige Turner, pounding loudly on the gate in Georgia Cumming's back yard fence. She opened the latch and slipped in, not waiting for a response. "I'm still dressed, but nobody said anything about decent.", replied Georgia. She was standing at the side of the house, on the deck where her fancy mixing system was located, pouring rum into the blender. She was barefoot, and wearing a small maillot swimsuit. "That will have to do. Decent is too boring, anyway.", replied Paige. She came over and set a bottle of rum on the side of the mixer. "I believe it's my turn to provide." "I think you're right.", agreed Brenda Houseman. She was laying on a chaise lounge, wearing only oversized sunglasses and a string bikini bottom. "I was last week and Barbara was the week before and... anyway I think Terri's next week." "Fine by me.", agreed Terri Tallman. She was wearing even less than Brenda. She was totally naked, laying face down on a lounger, with only sunglasses and a floppy straw hat. She was sipping her rum punch through a straw. Glancing over at Paige, she said, "Take off some clothes and stay awhile. I think the Saturday Afternoon Half-Drunk Sluts Club has enough members present for a quorum now." Paige and the others laughed at this. Paige took off her cover-up and took a rum punch from Georgia. "Speaking of which, where's Barbara?" "Coming! Coming!", sang out from the other side of the fence. Moments later Barbara Blockings slid in through the gate and wandered up. Georgia quickly poured her a drink, which Barbara rapidly downed. "Oh, that's just what I needed!" She set her own bottle down on the counter. "I wasn't sure if it was my turn or not." "Not.", commented Georgia, continuing, "that it matters. You can never have too much rum." She poured her friend another drink. Paige settled onto a lounge chair and pulled out a tube of suntan lotion. Terri's comments about a Saturday Afternoon Half-Drunk Sluts Club was only partially a joke. By mutual agreement all five of the women had settled into a routine of meeting at Georgia's pool after lunch on Saturdays to work on their tans and drink. The tanning was usually done at least topless and often nude, and the drinks almost invariably involved rum, so they alternated providing a bottle of rum. It usually worked out that everyone brought one bottle a month. The Slut component of the title was equally appropriate. After an afternoon of half naked drinking with sexually charged women, they would almost always break up and go home to ravish their husbands. Paige wasn't sure what Georgia and Barbara were doing in the absence of husbands; she didn't think it would be a problem for either of them. "So, is it official?", asked Terri, looking over at Barbara. Barbara shrugged, sipping her drink. She had already peeled off her beach cover-up and kicked off her flip-flops. "About as official as it's going to get, I suppose. I mean, there's a waiting period, but we're separated. The divorce will be official later on. Shit! I left my suntan oil at home!", she replied, looking through her beach bag. "Here, use mine." Paige passed her bottle over. She draped a beach towel over her lounge chair and peeled off her bikini, top and bottom. "So you're separated?" "Jerry has moved out. He got himself an apartment halfway between here and Tampa, over in Polk City. He and the boys moved all his stuff out. I guess it gave him some time to explain things to them." Exactly how, she wasn't sure. She had never told the rest of the women, or her children, all the details of their problems. She was too embarrassed by the idea of her husband going to a hooker to be spanked to tell anyone. Paige retrieved her suntan lotion and began working it into her chest. "Irreconcilable differences?" "That was all we needed to tell the judge." Barbara knew her friends wanted more sordid details, but she wasn't about to tell them the truth. "And he didn't give you any grief on the settlement?" Terri was surprised by that. She had heard enough about the details to realize that Barbara had taken her husband to the cleaners. She knew her lawyer had been good, but this was a fast and total capitulation! "You must have something really juicy on him!" "Terri, Brenda, and Paige - you're all on official notice. Barbara is in need of some heavy duty sex. Work out a schedule for your husbands to come over and visit. If they visit twice a week, Barbara can have Sunday to recuperate!", interjected Georgia. This set off a wild chorus of laughter and outrage. Another round of drinks was forthcoming. Barbara gave a sly smile and sipped at her drink. She, too, had peeled off her bikini top, but kept her bottom on like Brenda. "So, where's the boys today?", she asked Brenda. "Who knows? Who cares?", replied Brenda. "What's the name of that divorce lawyer? I want to divorce my children!" "Both of them?", asked Terri. "Hell, all three of them! Their father is the worst of the bunch!" Paige tsked loudly. "Tough week?" "Laugh, go ahead and laugh. Someday you too will have children and it will be me laughing at you. They're not children, they're the spawn of Satan." "Speaking of which, where are they?", asked Barbara. "Both your cars are at your house." "They belong to Frank. We had the DNA tested and they are his, not mine. He's being daddy today, even if it kills him. Especially if it kills him!", said Brenda. "They're home? And you don't worry about them seeing us?", asked Paige. "Are you worried?", asked Brenda. "Hey, the only house that can see into the back yard here is yours. You don't care if the twins see us like this?" Brenda snorted, standing to replenish her rum punch. "The one you have to worry about is their father. He's the deviant one. Anyway, the only room which can see us is the master bedroom, and the boys aren't allowed in there. Besides they're only six. I don't think we're about to end up on naughty moms dot com anytime soon. By the time they're old enough to be interested in that sort of thing, we'll all be old enough..." "Let's not go there!", exclaimed Georgia. "... that they won't be looking at us anyway.", finished Brenda, giving her hostess a big raspberry. "Speak for yourself!" Paige spoke up. "You know what Ben Franklin said he liked about older women? They were so grateful." "That's cold! That is so cold!", protested Georgia. "Somebody is looking for a good dunking!", agreed Barbara. "That would just go to prove what I tell Bob about our afternoons.", replied Paige. "What, that we spend our time in a drunken lesbian orgy?", commented Terri. "Ack!", said Brenda. "Precisely!", agreed Paige. "And his comment would be?", asked Georgia. "Oh, nothing, really. He did ask if he could watch." "Ack!" Watch or join in?", Georgia pressed. "I think that would be quite the party. Probably wouldn't do to have it outside, though.", said Terri. "Speaking from experience, are we?", asked Barbara. It was Terri's turn to give a raspberry. The boozy banter kept up for a few more hours before the party broke up. Brenda announced she was going home to kill her children, then she and Frank were going out. Terri said that she and Tom were staying in that weekend, which Paige said she and Bob were also doing. Neither Barbara nor Georgia mentioned any plans, though they both mentioned that the following week they were going away to visit their respective families. "That reminds me, don't be surprised by some strange people in the house. I have a cousin from Wisconsin coming in with his family. They're visiting Disney and going to stay at our place while I'm gone. Don't call the cops when you see somebody moving in.", said Barbara. Paige grabbed her bikini and slipped it back on, then stepped into her flip flops and pulled on her cover-up. She kissed the others cheeks and headed back across the street. She stumbled once, enough to realize she was half looped, so she took a deep breath and straightened up enough to not fall on her face in the street. She made it across the street with a grin on her face. Entering the front door, she called out, "Bob? You here?" His car was in the driveway and he hadn't mentioned going anywhere. She kicked off her flip flops, scaring Fuzzy away when one landed next to him. "You say something, hun?" Bob came wandering in from the kitchen, wearing shorts and a ratty t-shirt, He was carrying a half-empty beer bottle. He stopped when he saw his wife. She had already peeled off her cover-up and was in the process of stripping off her bikini top. "Well, that's an interesting way to come home." "I need you, Bob.", she replied. She pushed her bikini bottom down her hips and wriggled to make it slide down her legs. Naked, she came closer and rubbed her body against his. "I need you!" Bob gave his wife a wry smile. "Oh, really?" "I need you!" She began working on the zipper to his shorts, and managed to open them enough to slip a hand inside. "I want you to fuck me!" "Is that all I am to you? A handy cock?", he teased. He was already erect. "I need your cock, Bob!", she whined. "You make me feel so cheap! It's so humiliating." Paige worked his shorts down his thighs and began stroking his thick and stiff cock. "But I need you! Now!" "God, the things I do to keep this marriage together." Bob snorted and finished off his beer, setting the empty bottle on the buffet. He finished peeling off his t-shirt, pulling it up from where Paige had already been trying to raise it over his head. Pushing his wife back towards the couch, he commented, "If you insist, but I won't enjoy it. I'm not that kind of guy!" Paige giggled and skipped over to the couch. Dropping to the floor, she knelt in front of it, her arms and chest pressed against the cushions, with her ass hiked up in the air and her knees spread wide. "Oh, God, just shut up and fuck me, Bob!" Smiling to himself, Bob knelt down behind his wife. Touching her between the legs, he felt her pussy. Paige whimpered, and demanded he put his cock in. He teased her for a few seconds. It felt like her pussy was filled with steaming hot oil, and was clenching at his fingers. Crawling closer, he used his fingers to open her pussy lips and guide his cock inside. Paige shuddered as she came, hard, as her husband buried himself in her from behind. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!", she babbled as Bob pounded her from behind. "Oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Bob held her in place with his hands on her hips as he pummeled his cock up into her. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Several minutes later Bob's back arched and he slammed forward, burying himself completely and pulling her ass back against his belly. A feral growl issued from his lips as he lost control and jism spurted into her. Paige collapsed onto the couch in sated exhaustion. Before Bob could pull away and stand up, Paige roused herself. Twisting around, she hugged his chest and they collapsed onto the carpet. "Oh, baby, I needed that.", she whispered huskily. Bob snorted and laughed. Stretching out on his back, he hugged her to his chest. "What was that all about?" "What was what all about? Can't I tell my husband that I want to make love to him?" He laughed again. "You didn't ask me to make love to you! You practically did a pole dance in the living room, with my pole!" Paige stretched out alongside him, half draped over his naked body. Reaching down, she began to slowly manipulate his come-covered cock. "Sometimes I just can't wait. I need a lot of sex, Bob, and you have to help me with that." "I have to?" "It's like a disease, Bob. I see you and I need you to fuck me! You're the antidote." "If you start saying anything about hot beef injections, I am dumping your loony ass out on the sidewalk!", he replied. Paige laughed at this. She had gotten her husband's cock stiff again, so she sat up and straddled his waist, to sink down on him and begin rocking. Her come filled pussy squished around his stiff prick. "So, you don't want to help cure me? I think part of you does!" "Only out of the goodness of my heart. I hate to see anyone in the sort of pain you seem to be in." Their second bout lasted somewhat longer than the first, though not by much. Bob was content to let Paige move on top, bouncing up and down on the cock trapped in her pussy, her fingers furiously working at her clit. He contented himself with reaching up to play with her tits, to pinch and pull on her aroused nipples, and to occasionally move his head up to bite at them. The more Bob played with her, the more Paige moaned and moved atop him. Finally he grabbed her hips and pulled her down to meet his surging cock, and a fresh load of jism jolted up his spasming cock and into her steamy cunt. Paige collapsed onto Bob's chest, to stretch out languorously and try to get her breathing back under control. "Mmmmm, that's the kind of treatment I need, doctor." "Yeah? Well, the doctor is out, at least for a little while. You're either going to have to wait for the next treatment, or find another doctor." Paige snuggled in his arms. "I can wait. I was thinking, if you could make dinner, I could go upstairs and clean up and put something else on, maybe something interesting." "Mmm?" "And tomorrow, I was thinking that maybe tomorrow afternoon I could give you a shave, you know, a special shave? It might take all afternoon to do what I want to do for you." "You've got this all planned out, huh?", he asked with a smile. "Sweetie, by the time Monday morning rolls around, you are going to be begging to go to work, just to get some rest!" Bob laughed. Rolling out from under his wife, he climbed to his feet. "So you say, but us Turners are made from tougher stuff. It'll take more than just you to break me!" "Ooooh! I love a challenge!" ------- Chapter 23: Making Friends "Where you going, Mom?", asked Frankie Houseman. His twin brother repeated the question. They were in a phase where whoever spoke second parroted the first. It was driving their mother bonkers. "Your father and I are going out to dinner.", Brenda replied. She was cooking up a couple of hamburgers in a skillet in the kitchen. A pair of plates at the side held a hamburger roll each, along with slices of American cheese. "Yeah, but where?", he pressed. "Yeah, but where?", was repeated from his lookalike... She twirled to face them, waving the spatula at their grinning faces. "Knock it off you two! No more of this, understand!" "Yes, ma'am." "Yes, ma'am." The boys giggled and ran out of the kitchen almost bowling over their father as he walked in. Brenda looked daggers at her husband. "They're your sons, not mine!" "Hey, I was present at the back half of the project, but that doesn't mean I was there for the front half.", he said with a smile. Frank had indeed been in the delivery room with Brenda during the delivery, holding her hands while she cursed him royally for the pain she was in. "Very funny! This just proves they're yours! Only an asshole like you could father two little assholes like them!" Frank laughed loudly. Grabbing a beer from the refrigerator, he asked, "You kiss your children with that mouth? I am going upstairs to take a quick shower and change. I certainly can't stay in the presence of such an uncouth and foul minded person." "Asshole! Send your offspring back in here. Dinner's ready." The ravening horde, both of them, came thundering back in even before their father could yell for them. Frank headed upstairs while Brenda stacked the burgers and cheese on the buns and served them up with some chips on the side. The doorbell rang just as she finished setting their plates down. "Don't you two move!", she ordered, and then she headed to the front door. It rang a second time just as she touched the doorknob. "Coming!", she cried out. Opening the door, she found a short and cute teenaged girl. "Thank God! Come on in!", she said, pushing the screen door wide open. Carlita Manolo laughed as she stepped inside. "Having fun?", she teased. "They're yours now. Whether you let them live or not is entirely your business. I promise I won't prosecute." Carlita laughed again. She was a cute sixteen year old, with good English skills, though with a definite South American accent, and Brenda never really wanted to know her immigration status. She attended the local high school and had been recommended by some friends as a babysitter; getting La Imigra, the INS, involved would probably be counterproductive. They're good boys! They're the only twins I sit for. You'll have to keep them." "Bah! Humbug!" She led the teen back through the house to the kitchen. "You two behave or else!" "Of course, Mommy, we're wonderful children!", said one of the boys. "Of course, Mommy, we're wonderful children!", repeated the other. Carlita giggled as Brenda growled and headed upstairs. Brenda found her husband just getting out of the shower and reaching for a towel. "What is their latest outrage?", he asked. "I'll tell you over dinner.", she answered. She quickly stripped off her sweat pants and shirt, peeled off her underwear, and stepped into the shower. When she got out ten minutes later, she was alone; Frank had dressed and already gone downstairs. She was back down in the living room in another thirty minutes, after having dried her hair, done her makeup, and dressed. She came into the living room, where Carlita was chatting with Frank while the boys played Nintendo. "How do I look?", she asked. She was wearing a halter topped wrap dress, calf length, in a silky fabric that clung to her, and a pair of high heeled sandals. "Muy bonita! Very sexy.", commented Carlita. Frank said, "Nice, very nice!" The twins ignored her. Brenda still went to them and leaned down to kiss them on the tops of their heads, then stood straight. "Get me out of here!" Carlita and Frank laughed, and her husband grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. He was wearing pressed khakis and a long sleeve dress shirt, the sleeves partially rolled up his forearms, and loafers. "We might be late.", he told Carlita. The teen smiled. She had her mother's car outside and the local cops never hassled a sober pretty girl about driving late. Rubbing a thumb and fingers together in the universal symbol for money, she laughed and said, "Bueno, muy bueno!" Frank and Brenda laughed and scooted out the door. Their children never even looked up to see their parents leave. "They're your sons.", muttered Brenda as they walked to the car. Frank simply chuckled at this. Brenda went around to the passenger side and slid into her seat. When Frank climbed in, she asked, "And the plan for tonight is?" "Like I told you before, we go to dinner and then meet someone afterwards for drinks in the bar. Sort of a get-to-know-each-other session. Everything works out, we... get together." "We're auditioning?", commented Brenda. "Sort of, I guess. I mean, this isn't exactly a swingers club we're joining, you know? What if you don't like her? Hmmm? It gives everyone a chance to call things off without getting too embarrassed.", replied Frank. He made the turn and got onto 192, headed towards Orlando. "And dinner is... ? "Dinner is at the Hyatt Regency. Afterwards, we'll head into the bar. We're meeting her at eight in the bar." "Out by the airport?", asked Brenda. Frank shook his head. "No, the one over on Grand Cypress. We have dinner reservations at 6:30 at Hemingway's." "Oooh, I'm impressed already. And afterwards, if the meet-and-greet works out, a room upstairs?", she asked. Frank nodded at this. "She said it would be very convenient." "So who is this mystery woman? You haven't told me anything about her, except that she's good looking and that I'll like her." "That was the deal. She'll meet us in the bar and take it from there. If she gets cold feet, we won't see her. We'll just have a few drinks and go home." "Sounds pretty cloak and dagger to me, like a bad spy movie." Frank shrugged. After their return from Key West, he and his wife had discussed further 'adventures' like what they had experienced with Liz Burroughs. For her part, the following weekend she had brought Frank over to the Tallman's after dinner Saturday night, ostensibly for a quick drink, but once inside she confessed to her husband that Tom and Terri were the people she had been fucking for well over a year. Frank had been quite astonished, his jaw dropping to the floor as his friends and neighbors admitted to their lifestyle and even showed him the website Terri was on. After recovering from the initial shock, all four had retired to the basement family room and engaged in a wild foursome beyond anything he had ever thought of before. Tonight the shoe was on the other foot. Starting with their return to Kissimee, he had told several women who had asked for a private 'lesson' that his wife had found out about his special lessons and put an end to things. This invariably caused the woman to both sympathize and suggest keeping going anyway. His reply to that had been a surprise to almost all of his tennis partners, that Brenda wouldn't mind as long as she got to join in. That had caused more than a few shocked stares. At least half simply refused outright, and several others commented that they were okay with it, but practicalities would be a problem. They would have to do it during the day, and not in their home or at the club, and Brenda's work hours were an issue. Tonight was actually the first opportunity that had presented itself. Dinner was excellent, and they had enough time to move over to the Hurricanes Lounge before eight rolled around and order up a drink. They settled into chairs at a table, while Brenda kept looking around the room. "Who is she? Is she here? Did she leave?" Frank laughed. "Will you give it a rest? You are way too nervous. She's already coming over." Brenda turned to look over her shoulder, to see a woman approaching their table. She was a very good looking redhead, tall and slim, with an average sized bust and impossibly long legs and a butt to die for. She was wearing a little black dress and black stilettos. She smiled as she saw the Housemans turn to face her. Coming to the table, she bent down and kissed Frank on the cheek. "Frank, it's so good to see you again, and this must be your wife. It's nice to meet you!" She leaned over and kissed Brenda on the cheek and then sat down between them. Brenda was too shocked to respond. It was Alison Tankersley from the club, wife to Jared Tankersley! She had seen the pair of them at several club events and dinners. The pair was the quintessential beautiful couple, young, rich, successful. Jared was a very successful investment banker and his wife was a tax lawyer. Jared was quite possibly the best looking man she had ever met - he was tall slim, and muscular, with the face of a movie star, square jawed with dimples and a cleft in the jaw, sandy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and perfect lines and features. They were both about the same age as the Housemans, but looked younger, tanner, and fitter. What in the world was Alison Tankersley doing with them when she had a Greek god back at the house?! "Yes, this is my wife Brenda. Brenda, you know Alison Tankersley from the club.", said Frank. Brenda didn't say anything right away, which left Alison smiling at Frank, who waved his fingers in front of his wife's face. "Earth to Brenda, Earth to Brenda." He snapped his fingers and she started in surprise. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She nervously picked up her drink and drained it. Alison laid a gentle had on Brenda's forearm. "It's all right, Brenda. I guess that Frank really didn't tell you, did he?" She raised an arm and signaled to the waitress to come closer. Brenda blushed. "No, he didn't. I guess I'm just nervous. We've just started doing... uh... this sort of thing.", she answered haltingly. Alison laughed brightly at this and Frank chuckled. The waitress came over at that moment and Alison ordered another round of drinks, along with a chocolate martini for herself. Once the girl had left, she said, "Well, don't worry about it, you're doing just fine." "It's just that with the meeting here, and waiting for you - it was all a little nerve wracking, if you now what I mean." "I apologize for that, but I wasn't able to get into town any earlier. I flew back from Jacksonville this afternoon and had to stop at the house first." Brenda had seen pictures of the 'house' on a local TV show. It was much closer in size to Buckingham Palace, but larger. The waitress returned with their drinks, and Alison sipped happily at her martini. She even ordered a refill before the waitress had a chance to move away. Once she had left, Alison smiled at Brenda. "So, I had no idea you two were more adventurous. I'm delighted!" Brenda shrugged. "I didn't know either. I didn't even know Frank was giving private lessons until I found the evidence." Both women looked over at a sheepish Frank. Alison laughed brightly. "Oh, that? That was nothing. I mean, does it really matter where a fellow has lunch as long as he's home for dinner?" Brenda bit her tongue to keep from saying just how much it mattered, and Alison continued. "I have to say, though, that Frank really knows how to play. Does he teach you as well as he's taught me?" Brenda choked on her drink slightly. "Maybe we'll just have to see what his lesson plan calls for, so I can let you know." Alison laughed brightly. "This is going to be so much fun." "Where's Jared?", asked Frank. Brenda stared at her husband. It seemed the height of boorishness to be discussing the man they were all about to cuckold. Alison saw Brenda's look of disbelief and smiled. "Don't worry about it, dear. My husband is not going to be an issue." "No?" Alison smiled again, and practically purred. "No. Let's just say that Jared might be interested in joining in, but would be much more interested in a private tennis lesson with Frank." Turning to Frank, she answered him, "He's staying several more days in Jacksonville and will fly home on Saturday." Brenda coughed her drink up, causing Alison to pound her on the back for a moment. She stared at the others and said, "You mean Jared... he's... oh my God!" Alison gave a ghostly smile and sipped her martini. Brenda looked around to see if anyone had noticed her coughing fit, then turned back and whispered, "Really?" "Absolutely!" "Did you know about him, before, I mean, before you were married?" Alison finished her martini and picked up the second. "Yes, I did. Shocked?" "Uh, maybe. Maybe more curious than shocked, though. I don't mean to be rude, but it is kind of unusual, isn't it?", responded Brenda. Frank simply grinned at his wife. He had already learned most of this from Alison before, and seen the proof with his own eyes, watching Jared around the tennis club. While he didn't have anything against gay or bisexual men, his 'gay-dar' had definitely pegged Alison's husband as a little different. Alison replied, "Let's just say that while neither of us is overly particular about who is providing the orgasms, Jared's preferences are a little more outré. Unless Frank is a whole lot more cosmopolitan than I'm aware of, Jared won't be invited to this sort of soiree." Brenda goggled at the thought. She quickly finished her drink and signaled for another. "Wow?", she commented. "Did I surprise you?", teased Alison. "I guess so!" Alison leaned closer and lowered her voice even further. "Well, can I assume that when Frank invited me to join the pair of you, that you like ladies as much as he does?" When Brenda wordlessly nodded and blushed, Alison continued, "Excellent! So do I! I can't wait to do some sixty-nine while he fucks us from behind, first you and then me!" Hot juices suddenly seemed to flood Brenda's pussy, and she could feel her nipples crinkling. Her face flushed and her breathing coarsened. "Now!?" Alison smiled. "Let's finish our drinks first." She discreetly slid a key card across the table to Brenda, whose eyes widened at the sight of it, but she calmly reached out and covered it with a hand. "Then I'll stand and leave and you follow me a minute or two later. Alright?" "Perfect.", replied Frank. He smiled at his wife, sensing her desire. Five minutes later, Alison put down her glass and stood, leaning over to kiss both Frank and Brenda on the cheek. Shortly afterward, Frank stood and took his wife's hand; she slipped him the card key. It was in a little cardboard envelope that had the room number written on it. He paid the bill and led her out of the lounge. They moved to the elevators and rode silently up, with Brenda nervously holding her husband's hand. It took Frank a couple of swipes with the card to get the green light to come on and the handle to twist. He stepped inside, followed closely by Brenda. The room was a small suite, and initially seemed empty, but that proved incorrect. From around a corner they heard a toilet flush, and ten seconds later the bathroom door opened and Alison stepped out, still wearing her little black dress and heels. "I gather you found the place all right.", she commented with a smile. "It's very nice. I've never been here before.", admitted Brenda. "I mean, I've been by it any number of times, but never to stop or see or even for a meeting or anything." "It's nice.", replied Alison dismissively. "Jared and I have put up clients here at times." It was obvious to Brenda that the Tankersleys moved in totally different circles. That didn't seem to bother her husband, she noted, but he had been fucking rich women at the club for years already. Life could sure prove strange, she thought. Alison turned to face Frank. "Mmmm, I've been so looking forward to tonight!" She flowed towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face down to hers. Brenda felt her pussy flooding again as she stood there silently, watching. Next, breaking free, Alison pulled away and faced Brenda. "Now it's your turn!" Reaching up with both handles, she gently cradled Brenda's face and leaned in. She was much more tender with Brenda's lips, but no less needy, and Brenda responded to the tongue probing her lips with her own probing back. Frank grinned as he watched his wife and Alison devour each other. Adjusting his painfully stiff erection in his pants, he moved behind Alison, sandwiching her and rubbing against her from behind. "You two are way too overdressed!", he commented. As the two women kissed heatedly, he ran his fingers along Alison's neck and down her spine to the top of her dress. It was a form fitting black sheath, mid-thigh length, with thin straps holding it up. Alison shivered as she felt the fabric pull away as he slowly pulled the zipper down to below her waist. Next he softly peeled the straps down off her shoulders and lower, stripping her. As the little black number slipped down her legs and pooled at her feet, Alison Tankersley was left standing in nothing but a lacy black thong and her black stiletto pumps. Next was Brenda. Staying behind Alison, he reached both arms around her to his wife. Brenda's wrap halter dress was equally easy to undo, two buttons at the waist and the dress opened up and peeled off. Brenda shrugged her shoulders it fell down behind her. Unlike Alison, she had disdained any panties, so she was left standing in only her high heeled sandals. "Ummm, you look yummy!", exclaimed Alison. Reaching up, she cupped Brenda's C cup tits, hefting them playfully and running her thumbs over the other woman's nipples. "Much nicer than mine!" "It's quality, not quantity, that's important, and these are just perfect.", replied Brenda. She had begun fondling Alison's breasts, perfectly shaped and proportioned B cups with immense puffy nipples. Hardly either noticed when Frank knelt down and pulled Alison's black thong down her legs, leaving the two women in identical states of undress. Brenda looked down and noticed that her new friend had a landing strip very similar to her own. "Mmmm, I'm hungry!" Alison giggled as they began maneuvering through the suite towards the king size bed. "And what about Frank?" "Fuck him! Hell, he's still dressed! If he manages to get undressed maybe we can let him join in, but right now it's just you and me!" Alison giggled again and pulled away. Kicking off her shoes, she laughed and jumped up and onto the center of the bed. She lay there with her legs spread and her hands delving into her pussy, and watched as Brenda sat down and undid her sandals. Then, as Frank began undressing, the two women lay back on the bed, facing each other, and reached out to touch the other. By the time Frank had finished, the two were wrapped around each other, with loud moans and the smell of arousal filling the room. Frank sat down on the bed, cross-legged, next to his wife and watched for several minutes. He was as hard as he could ever remember being! Moving slightly so that he was closer to them, he began running his hands across their naked bodies. Their moans became louder as their stimulation hit new peaks. Frank had been with Alison several times at the club, at first giving her actual tennis lessons before providing her some services she actually enjoyed even more. She was a very lithe and athletic lover, very agile and flexible and experienced, and quite demanding. He had often thought that he couldn't be the only man helping to meet her 'needs' and often wondered whether he was even the first in the day for her, especially if the lesson had been scheduled during the afternoon. If there was an Olympics for bedroom sports, Alison Tankersley deserved to be on the team. Pulling away from Brenda, Alison looked over at Frank and said, "Here, lay down here, between us." Brenda rolled away, leaving a space for Frank to slip into. Frank lay on his back and the two cuddled against him, their hands running across his chest, but as soon as they felt his stiff prick pointing up at the ceiling, they smiled at each other. Wordlessly, they both kissed their way down his chest and stomach to his crotch. Alison and Brenda were soon licking and sucking his cock, passing it back and forth between them. It was an exquisite form of torture for the tennis pro. They would slowly stroke and suck him to the brink of orgasm before backing off and letting him cool off. Frank wanted more. His body was thinking without him and his hips were fucking up off the bed, thrusting his cock at the two women. He was mindlessly begging them to finish him off, to continue with what they were doing, even as his hands were in their hair, pushing their faces into his crotch. Neither woman allowed him to direct them, and they spent much too much time for his needs licking his cock and nibbling at his balls. It became too much. "Oh God! Oh God! Don't stop! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Frank thrashed on the bed, completely unable to delay his impending explosion. Spasms began to ripple through his cock and balls, and he sagged into the covers as come spurted the length of his cockshaft and into the air. Actually it was onto his wife's tits. Seeing Frank losing any semblance of control, Alison aimed his cock at Brenda's breasts and pumped him, jacking his shaft and blasting his jism onto her. "That's it, baby, come on her tits! Come on her tits! I'm going to eat your come off your wife and then eat her pussy!" She jerked off their lover, coating Brenda with a healthy layer of come. When Frank was done, laying limp on the bed and gasping for breath, she turned her attention to Brenda. Pushing her onto her back, Alison began devouring the come off her body and sucking and chewing on Brenda's nipples. Brenda shrieked in release as she orgasmed, and reveled in the seemingly endless sensation. Alison was definitely the one in charge. Before Brenda had a chance to think about it, Alison had shifted around on the bed and straddled her face, facing towards her feet. Brenda could smell the ripe aroma of need on her new friend. Without even thinking about it, Alison sat her pussy down on Brenda's face and buried her own head between Brenda's wide-spread thighs. It was time for dessert! Frank stroked his semi-stiff cock back to life as he watched the two women sixty-nine each other. He had watched Brenda and Liz, and Brenda and Terri, doing this before and it was a real turn-on to him. As soon as he was hard enough, he knelt and moved behind Alison. Moving carefully to keep from kneeing his wife in the head, he moved up behind Alison. "Put it in her pussy!", he ordered Brenda. Seconds later he felt Alison shifting as Brenda moved around under her. His wife's fingers stroked him briefly, and he even felt her lips circling his cockhead for a moment, then his cock slipped between Alison's pusslyips. From below her he heard his wife ordering him to 'Fuck her hard.' Gripping Alison's hips, he rammed into her from behind, burying his cock inside in a single quick thrust. Alison gasped as Frank slammed his cock into her from behind, her back arching and her head coming up in a wordless cry of release. Frank simply pushed her face back down and forward into Brenda's pussy. Alison had a tight cunt, he thought to himself, but she was so wet it was like fucking a swimming pool. The two women were really going at it with each other, making enough noise to be heard halfway down the hall, and Frank grinned as he wondered what the neighbors might be hearing. Next he began telling the two that if they didn't behave and get him off, he was going to pull out and ass fuck them both. This made them moan even louder. He had reamed Alison's rear several times during their lessons and she liked it a lot. Brenda was more problematic about assfucking — they had tried it a few times since their time with Liz Burroughs in Key West and Brenda had enjoyed it, but she needed a lot of stimulation ahead of time and usually a few drinks, but that was precisely the situation at that moment! Still, that was probably for later. After one particularly loud set of moans from Alison, Frank pulled out and tapped her on the butt. "Time for you two to roll over." Alison simply moaned as Brenda continued to tongue her greasy slit, but she twisted to one side and Brenda moved with her. A few seconds later their positions were reversed, with Brenda squatting over Alison's face, and Frank moved behind his wife and stuck his cock up her cunt hard. Brenda squealed and buried her face in Alison's pussy. Frank continued ramming her until he grunted and came, jism pumping from his cock into his wife's pussy, and then pistoning out and down onto Alison's face. Sated for the moment, Frank rolled onto the bed and lay on his back, catching his breath. Alison lay between him and his wife; she was glowing with satisfaction as she used her fingers to wipe pussy juice and come from her face. "That was good!", she commented, almost purring in contentment. "Did you mean it about fucking our asses?" Brenda rolled onto her side, facing the other two, head propped up on one hand and the other idly over Alison's torso. "Hmm, maybe. I like it sometimes. Or were you just being a nasty boy?", she asked Frank. "Whatever you two want. In a few minutes, anyway. I need a bathroom break no matter what." Alison sat upright. "I need a drink. Let's see what's in the mini-bar." The threesome crawled off the bed, with Frank heading towards the bathroom. Brenda joined Alison in examining the contents of the mini-bar. The prices were horrifically outrageous, but Alison didn't seem to even notice. She pulled out a miniature bottle of Scotch for herself, along with a pair of miniatures of American whiskey for the other two, along with some mixers. Giggling, Brenda pulled on her dress and grabbed the ice bucket and the room key. She also grabbed her purse before heading out and down the hallway to the ice machine, barefoot. Frank came back out of the bathroom and looked around the room, only finding Alison. "Where'd Brenda go?" "She said something about finding a man with more stamina.", teased Alison with a laugh. Frank snorted at this, just in time to see the door open and Brenda come in with a bucket of ice. "Or it could have been ice she was looking for." Brenda set down the ice on a table, along with her purse and several cans of soda she had purchased from a vending machine next to the ice maker. "Mixers, for later." Brenda couldn't believe the cost of the contents of the mini-bar. A single drink and a soda mixer would run around ten dollars! The three drinks were going to cost as much as if they had bought them in the bar downstairs, if not more! That was simply ridiculous! Alison pulled some glasses from a counter above the mini-bar and made drinks for everyone. She and Frank were still naked; Brenda quickly stripped her dress off and joined them again. After a quick toast, she caught Alison's eye and glanced at her husband's midsection. Alison's eyes followed along and she giggled when she saw that Frank was coming alive again. His cock was slowly stiffening and was already thick and stiff, and slowly moving from a hanging position to an upright and outward orientation. "Somebody looks ready to party again.", commented Alison. Frank glanced down at what the two women were looking at and smiled. Flexing his muscles slightly, he made his cock bob briefly before them. 'Yeah, he's coming alive again. He'll be good for at least another good fuck, but after that, he's questionable.", agreed Brenda. "Do I get a say in any of this?", Frank asked. "Darling, you're the designated stud muffin. Don't try to tell us you're complaining!" Alison winked at Brenda as she said this and then reached out and began stroking Frank's cock. "Really, Frank, is there a problem, or should we have invited Jared to help out? Maybe he could have helped you out.", said Brenda. Frank gurgled at the thought of just how Jared might 'help.' Alison plopped down on an armchair and worked on her drink. Turning to Brenda, she asked, "So you caught Frank giving private lessons, huh? How'd that happen? Walk in on him at the club?" Frank blushed at this but kept silent. Brenda laughed and sat down on a couch opposite Alison. "Nothing so dramatic. I found a pair of panties in his car that weren't mine and started asking questions." "Ooh, sloppy, Frank, very sloppy!" Frank sat down on the couch next to his wife. "Are you two going to keep talking about me like I wasn't in the room?" "You're the designated stud muffin, Frank, don't forget.", replied Brenda. Alison laughed at this. Standing, she went over to the mini-bar and rooted around in it for another round of drinks. Frank drained his and went over to join her; Brenda handed him her glass when he stood. When they returned, Alison joined them on the couch. "So, Frank,", she asked, "were you planning on buttfucking us tonight?" "That's up to you two. I'm game if you are." Both he and Alison looked over at his wife. Brenda shrugged. "I can. I mean, it's not my favorite thing in the world, but we've tried it a few times. You really enjoy it?", she asked. "Mmmmm, it can be pretty intense!", said Alison. "You know what's really intense? Getting fucked in the pussy and the ass at the same time, by a couple of guys, like in a sandwich! That is just so amazing! It's too bad Jared's not here to show you." Frank coughed at this and almost spilled his drink. "Just as long as he's working on my wife's rear and not mine!" Alison roared in laughter at this. "Oh my God! He'd like that, too!" She had to settle down a touch before continuing. "Actually, you'd probably like getting assfucked by my husband.", she told Brenda. "His cock is just as long as Frank's, but thinner. It might fit up there so great. Someday we might just have to try that." All during this conversation, Alison had been turned, half facing the others, with one hand in Frank's lap, stroking his stiff prick. "I think I need another round, and not of drinks either. Climb up on him. After we get you off, he can fuck my ass! Back in a second." Alison set down her glass and wandered off to the bathroom, returning with a towel and the little bottle of shampoo the Hyatt Regency provided. "It's not exactly KY, but this should do nicely.", she announced. "Trust me, I don't need it. I'm so hot and wet right now I could take both Frank and Jared up my pussy!", exclaimed Brenda. She set her drink down and crawled onto her husband's lap, facing away from him and towards Alison, who was kneeling in front of them. "That is so cool, too! I've actually done that. It's like you're so stuffed it fells like there's a bowling ball up your pussy!", agreed Alison. "Wow!" Brenda straddled Frank's legs and lowered herself onto his lap. Frank and Alison guided his cock up into her pussy. As soon as his cock hit her pussy lips, she sagged down onto him and moaned. "Oh my God!", she groaned. The stimulation became worse for her. Frank reached around to take hold of her breasts. He cupped and fondled them, pinching and tweaking her distended nipples. Meanwhile, still kneeling on the floor in front of them, Alison leaned forward to begin kissing and touching Brenda's clit. Frank was content to simply sit there, his stiff cock up his wife's cunt, while she bounced insanely atop him as Alison licked her pussy and fingerfucked Brenda. He wasn't in immediate danger of blowing his wad a third time, so he luxuriated in the sensations as Brenda gyrated on his lap. Brenda was in nonstop orgasm overload. It came to a crashing halt when Alison slipped an index finger up her pussy alongside her husband's cock. Shrieking, Brenda began thrashing about, coming violently. When Alison slowly pulled her finger out, Brenda collapsed back against Frank, almost babbling incoherently. "Oh my God!", she exclaimed. "Now, can you imagine what tow cocks would be like? Either both in your pussy or one in your pussy and one in your ass? It's fucking unreal!", promised Alison. "Wow!" Brenda pulled off Frank and sagged onto the couch next to him. His cock was waving red and wet, pointed at the ceiling. "Your turn?", she asked Alison. "My turn!", affirmed Alison. "Here, open this and grease his cock up." She tossed the shampoo to Brenda. "This is going to be so much fun!" Brenda liberally applied the slippery soap solution to her husband's erection, and also used some to grease up their friend's asshole. Then, as she knelt in front of the other two, she reached between them to aim Frank's cock at Alison's rosebud. It took longer to go in than she had expected, but once his cockhead slipped inside, Alison groaned and dropped down onto his lap, burying his cock up her ass. "Oh, sweet Jesus!", she exclaimed. "You like?", asked Brenda. While she loved her husband, maybe she needed a thinner playtoy for her butt. "Oh, this feels so good! I could definitely learn to like this!" Alison bounced up and down on the stiff cock up her asshole. "Just learn?", teased Brenda. Coming closer, she began thrusting her greasy shampoo covered fingers into Alison's pussy. Alison moaned louder. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me!", she begged. Once more, Frank reached around to play with a nice pair of tits. This time, however, he was closer to coming, more excited, and his cock was both in a very tight hole and his wife was playing with his cock and balls even as she fingered Alison. He tried to think of anything, football scores, tennis matches, anything, to keep from coming and it still wasn't enough. As Alison rode him to a second big orgasm, he groaned and grunted a huge load of come up into her rear. "Jesus!", he gasped out. That proved the end of the evening. Exhausted, the threesome cuddled on the couch briefly, then made a final round of drinks. Alison took the first shower, followed by a rather platonic coed shower for Brenda and Frank. Neither had the energy to do anything more. Then it was time to leave. "I am going to have to call you over for lunch sometime.", she told Brenda. "We should get to know each other better." "That would be nice.", agreed Brenda. Alison smiled. "I could introduce you to Jared sometime." She grinned at Frank as she said that. Brenda also smiled at her husband. "That might be fun, too." Alison giggled and kissed both the Housemans, stepped into the hallway, and was gone. Frank and Brenda waited another minute, and left as well. ------- Chapter 24: The Body Shop "Am I too early?", asked Barbara Blockings as she let herself into the front door of Georgia Cummings' house. She had a large hanging bag over her left shoulder and a large purse in her left hand, both of which got placed on Georgia's couch. Georgia came in from the kitchen. "No, you're right on time! Pour yourself a cup of coffee while I go up and take a quick shower and change, and I'll be down in ten minutes." Georgia was wearing a rather disreputable looking terry cloth robe and she headed up the stairs. Barbara called up after her, "Want a cup?" "Please!", cried out followed by the sound of Georgia's bedroom door slamming. Barbara smiled and looked around. Now she could see Georgia's luggage in the corner of the living room, a pair of small suitcases and a purse. Moving into the kitchen, she found a pair of coffee mugs and filled them with coffee. Pouring sugar and creamer into her own, she carried them up to Georgia's bedroom. "Coffee's here.", she called out, and set a mug on the bathroom vanity. The shower shut off, and Georgia said, "Thank God, you're such a lifesaver!" Barbara smiled as her friend slurped at the coffee. She leaned back against a dresser and waited for her to come out. Georgia popped out of the bathroom drying her short blonde hair vigorously, and otherwise still naked, and moved directly to her closet. Then, thinking a second, she moved over to her dresser and opened a drawer. She reached in and pulled out a bright blue terry top and short set and pulled it on, without bothering with underwear. "There, how's that look?", she asked, as she grabbed a hairbrush. Georgia looked her over approvingly. "Cute! I was going to say almost wholesome, but it's a bit too sexy for wholesome." The top had a rather low vee at the collar, showing a fair bit of cleavage, and the shorts were rather short and hugged her ass tightly. Georgia snorted. "It has been many a year since anyone ever called me wholesome!" She glanced over at Barbara. "What about you? Are you wearing that? Or were you going to change?" "Change? What's wrong with this?" Barbara had worn a nice tight pair of designer jeans and a crisp white blouse, along with a pair of medium heel pumps. "Nothing, but don't you remember the rules? No bras or panties, remember?" "God! You were serious!?" Barbara rolled her eyes at this as Georgia smirked. "Them's the rules!" Georgia flicked her fingers at her friend. "Come on, lose them." Groaning, Barbara unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, to strip off her bra, and then pulled the blouse back on. Removing her bikini panties took a bit more time, but she finished with her jeans back on and buttoning her blouse. "Almost. Don't button the blouse, just tie it in a knot under your tits, you know, like this." She mimicked tying the shirttails together at her waist. Barbara complied, and then looked in the mirror. "Oh my God! I can't go out like this! I look like, like..." "Yes you do, don't you!", laughed Georgia. "Remember, that's why you're going on this vacation? For a break without your family around? Stop bitching and put your shoes back on. You'll be fine." She went to her closet and pulled out a pair of medium heel sandals for herself. Barbara groaned again but complied, slipping her pumps back on. Looking at herself in the mirror again, she commented, "Jesus, I didn't dress like this in high school!" "I'll bet you weren't as good in the sack in high school either." Barbara grinned. "Speak for yourself!" Georgia laughed. "Come on, let's go." "This is a Sunday, you know. We're probably violating the blue laws somewhere.", said Barbara. "If not, we should certainly try. Maybe lightning can strike us if we drive past a church." Georgia grabbed her bags and headed for the front door. Barbara followed. The luggage went into the trunk and the purses went into the back seat. Georgia went back into the house for a few minutes more to finish locking up, and then came back out. "We're off!" The two women climbed into the car. "So, how far is this spa?", asked Barbara. "About seven hours, no worse than that. We take the Florida Turnpike up to I-75, and keep going until we get just past Macon, then head a bit northwest up into the Georgia hills. Trust me, you are going to love this!" "I hope so, considering the cost!" "Worth every penny!" After Barbara filed for divorce, Georgia had invited her to the spa, Mountain Narrows, she went to every few months. Barbara needed a break, away from asshole husband and obnoxious teens and job and everything else. She needed to get away and have some fun. She could go and unwind at a luxury spa, and get her head back together. Georgia even promised all sorts of exotic action that a 'no underwear' vacation could provide. Barbara had forked over several thousand dollars for the all inclusive reservation. They would be sharing a suite. The drive went almost as planned. Georgia drove until they neared White Springs, then turned the wheel over to Barbara. Barbara drove across the border to Tifton, where they pulled off the highway and had lunch at the Arby's a block from the exit ramp. At first Barbara had commented that they couldn't go in since there would be children around, but Georgia had laughed this off. "Precisely! We're two cougars out hunting for young manflesh to devour!" Barbara groaned at this and the two spent lunch talking about the latest TV reality shows, including the one pitting young twenty-something hotties against 'cougars' old enough to be their mothers. After lunch Georgia continued driving up I-75. The weather was perfect and the driving was easy until they got off the interstate in Macon and headed west on Route 80. Suddenly, as they climbed into the hills between Macon and Columbus, a sudden thunderstorm sprang up with practically no warning. Georgia immediately pulled over and hit the button to raise the roof on the convertible, but by the time it was in place and locked, the two women were soaked to the skin. Fifteen minutes later, as they pulled into the entrance to the spa, they looked like cold drowned rats. "Jesus Christ, what is this place!? Tara?", asked Barbara, shivering slightly. Her hair was hanging limply around her face and her crisp white blouse was now soggy and see through, plastered to her skin. She was staring at what seemed to be an ante-bellum plantation. There hadn't been any signs stating the name. If anything, Georgia's terry cloth outfit was in even worse shape, though quite opaque. She pulled the car around to the front of the colonnaded entrance and parked. "No, but that's the idea, anyway. It was actually built back in the '50s, the 1950s, as a replica sort of place, some millionaire's idea of what a southern mansion should look like. Now it's owned by the spa and is just part of the place." A valet came scurrying out of the mansion and down the steps carrying an opened umbrella. He hurriedly opened the door for Georgia and sheltered her with the umbrella, but Barbara laughed and climbed out before they could move around to rescue her. "Hell, I'm already drowned. A little more won't kill me." She scampered up the steps ahead of the others. Georgia handed her keys to the valet and asked that the luggage in the trunk be brought in, and then she led Barbara inside. Both women shook the water from their heads and moved across the expansive foyer to a check-in desk to the side. The girl at the front desk, a well-dressed young black girl, gasped at the sight of the two rain drenched women. "Good heavens, did that happen just between your car and the front door?! It must be pouring out there!" Georgia waved this off. "Oh no, we had to work at it to get this wet." "It started pouring before we could even get the top up on the car.", said Barbara. "Well, let's get you checked in and dried off!" As soon as Georgia gave the clerk her name, the girl looked them up on a computer screen and ordered the luggage sent ahead. "There, as soon as we're done here you can go up and dry off and change." 'That would be lovely.", sighed Barbara. "I don't care in what order, but I need a shower and a drink. A large drink. A very large drink!" The clerk smiled at this. "Perhaps a quick shower and a nice soak in the hot tub with those drinks? Maybe a nice massage? I could have them sent up." "Excellent!" The clerk smiled as she finished with the computer. She handed over a pair of key cards. "Then it's settled. Go up and jump in the shower. By the time you are out, drinks will be ready." She pulled out a pair of small bags. "Now, the final details. Any cameras or cell phones go in here." Barbara looked at her curiously and asked, "What?" She did notice that Georgia promptly opened her purse and pulled out a cell phone. "I'm sorry, but for privacy reasons we have to ask that any phones, cameras, or recording devices be left here. You'll get them back at checkout." Barbara looked at her very skeptically, even as she began pawing through her own bag. Not only did she have a cell phone, but also a digital camera. "What if someone calls?" "Who?! Who do you want to call you?", asked Georgia. "You're on vacation, remember!" She handed the two bags to the check-in girl. "Don't worry, I'll explain everything to her." The clerk smiled and directed the pair down to a small bank of elevators. "So, what was that all about?", asked Barbara as they left the registration desk. Georgia led her to the side. "Privacy. You haven't gotten inside yet, but this place is somewhat clothing optional. Cameras are strictly out!" "And the phones?" "You can't even buy a cell phone without a camera built in these days." "I never even thought of that!", remarked Barbara. "Even more, they have a built in jamming system so your phones don't work, even if you sneak one in, and if they catch you, they confiscate it and throw you out.", said Georgia. "A jamming system? You're shitting me!" Georgia smiled and shook her head. "No, I'm not. I don't think they're legal in this country, but I've heard of them. They block cell phone signals. Plug them in and you create a sort of cell phone free bubble. Plug in enough all around the place and nothing works." "Wow!", said Barbara. Georgia nodded in agreement. Georgia led Barbara to the elevators and up two floors. Once they got to walking, Barbara realized that whatever pretensions the estate had to being an ancient Southern mansion were just that, pretensions. The place was large and modern, with any number of modern touches that were never seen in the pre Civil War south, and none of the add-ons that modified an older home for newer times. Still, the building had a very fine air conditioning system, and by the time they got to the room, she felt cold and clammy. "God, I'm freezing!" "Same here!" Georgia opened the door and they stepped inside. She kicked off her shoes and marched to the bathroom, with Barbara following. She immediately went to the shower and turned it on, hot and steamy, and stepped under the water, clothes and all. "God, that feels good!" She looked at Barbara, struggling to undo her blouse. "Fuck that! Just kick off your shoes and get in here before you catch a cold!", she ordered. She quickly stripped off her top and shorts and kicked them to the corner of the shower. Barbara was too chilly to complain. She kicked off her shoes and jumped in with her friend, shivering. Georgia wrapped her arms around her as she warmed up. "I was freezing out there!", said Barbara Georgia kissed her and began undoing her blouse. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes." Barbara shyly began working on her jeans, but Georgia stopped her. "Let me." She finished unbuttoning Barbara's blouse and pulled it off, then knelt in front of her and her talented fingers went to work on the jeans. Soaking wet under the hot water, they took a few minutes to work down off Barbara's hips, but Georgia was very motivated. As soon as her friend had stepped out of the pants, Georgia leaned forward to begin licking her pussy. "Oh my God!", exclaimed Barbara, placing her hands on Georgia's head and pulling her into her crotch. "Eat me, fucking eat me!" Georgia burrowed in further, using her tongue to lick the length of Barbara's hot gash, and then concentrating on the red hot button at the top. Barbara gasped as her orgasm washed through her. Georgia climbed to her feet. "Let's get in the hot tub." "Yeah." Barbara smiled and leaned back against the wall of the shower, holding Georgia in her arms. Ever since the first time she and Paige and Georgia had enjoyed a threeway, she and Georgia had been occasional lovers, 'friends with benefits' they called it. Their suite actually only had a single bedroom, but two large beds, and Georgia had told her that they could share one, or bring home friends and use both. It had sounded decidedly kinky. Georgia pulled away and turned off the water. When they stepped from the shower it was obvious that they were not the only two in the suite. There was the sound of movement in the living room. Barbara stared as her friend simply opened the bathroom door and marched out, as naked as the day she was born. Startled by Georgia's brazenness, Barbara looked around and found a large bathrobe hanging in the bathroom. Pulling it on, she came out to the living room. Georgia smiled as she emerged. "Here, ambrosia, nectar of the gods!" She handed over a large drink and took another heavy swallow of hers. Georgia was standing there at a side table, still naked, while a pair of young women puttered around. Astonished, Barbara did little but watch, until she realized the two women were going through the luggage, sorting it out and putting it in the bedroom closet and dressers. Both women were wearing what appeared to be simple wrap robes and mule type slippers. Georgia smiled at them and kissed them both on the cheeks. She drank some more and said, "Georgia, this is Maria and Kim. Ladies, Georgia. I already know the answer, but can I get either of you a drink?" Barbara sipped her drink. It was a very nice rum punch, with a rum so smooth you could hardly feel anything except the nice warm glow it gave her. She took a heavier swallow and smiled. Maria, a Latin looking girl maybe 25 years old, replied with barely an accent. "No thank you." She was a very curvy looking girl of medium height and lustrous brown hair. Kim, a slender Oriental girl with long and straight hair, so dark as to be almost black, who looked even younger than Maria, smiled and shook her head. "No thank you." She had a rather definite Asian accent. Georgia smiled at Barbara. "Well, I don't know why you bothered with the robe. We are about to get our hot tub massage, remember? Anyway, drink that up and I'll make another and the girls can give us that massage. You'll be so relaxed and happy..." There were the makings of more drinks, a bottle of rum and some mixers and punch, on the table. She finished her rum punch and began making another batch. Barbara quickly finished off her drink as Kim and Maria moved to the bathroom to prepare the hot tub. After a few minutes of preparation and sampling, the two women followed the younger girls into the bath. The tub was already filling and starting to steam, and Kim had retrieved their clothes from the shower and was wringing them out in the sink. "I send to laundry to be cleaned and dried, yes?" "Yes, thank you, Kim.", responded Georgia. Looking at both Maria and Barbara, she said, "This is going to feel so good!" Maria stepped back. "You should get in and then we can adjust the temperature and water level." It didn't look all that full to Barbara, but Georgia stepped right in and sat down. Barbara self-consciously shed her robe, handing it to Kim, and climbed in as well. Georgia pointed at a seat across from her. It was a very large tub, more of a spa tub, with room for other people as well. That became obvious next. As Barbara stared in disbelief, Both Kim and Maria slipped off the shoes and undid the ties holding their short robes on. Beneath, they were totally naked! They hung the robes on hooks and joined the two older women in the hot tub. "Who gives the best massage?", asked Georgia. Maria smiled and pointed at Kim. "She gives a great massage." Kim shyly smiled and nodded. "I learn Korean massage when little girl. You want massage?", she asked Georgia. It was Georgia's turn to grin. "For her!", she said pointing to Barbara. "Maria can rub my back." With considerable trepidation, Barbara followed Kim's instructions, scooting forward in the hot tub and allowing the naked young Korean girl to sit behind her, with her legs stretched out around Barbara. Fortunately there was enough room in the hot tub for Maria to move and sit behind Georgia. Georgia reached out and hit the switch for the whirlpool jets, and then grabbed her rum punch. Barbara did the same. It was unlike any massage she had ever received. Certainly Kim had amazingly strong fingers, which promptly began working their way through the knots of muscle in Barbara's neck and back. But it was also one of the most sensual and erotic events of her life! Not only were there pulsing jets of water spaced out around the outside of the tub, there were also several more in the seats, forcing jets of hot, pulsing liquid up between their legs. One in particular was directly under Barbara's pussy, and it was all she could do to keep from gasping as the water rolled back and forth over her clitoris. This wasn't helped by Kim, who when she wasn't massaging Barbara's muscles, was running her fingers lightly over Barbara's skin. Georgia wasn't even pretending to be getting a massage. After Maria had briefly rubbed her neck and back, she had scootched her butt forward so that a jet was pulsing directly on her clit. Then, as Maria reached around to cup and fondle her tits, Georgia put her fingers between her splayed open legs and began rubbing herself off. Barbara stared briefly, then started as she felt Kim's fingers moving around her from behind. Looking down, she saw Kim's strong fingers creep around to cup her own breasts, an electrifying touch that radiated directly to her pussy. Barbara sighed as she felt Kim's lips begin to nibble at the skin on the back of her neck. Sagging back against the young Korean, Barbara gave in and began diddling her pussy like her friend on the other side of the tub. Barbara drowsily lazed back against Kim as the young girl touched her intimately, but then she opened her eyes as she felt the other bodies in the tub shifting. Looking over, she saw that Maria had shifted around so that she was at Georgia's side, her legs still around the older woman. The two of them were now kissing each other and playing with each other's large and heavy breasts. Barbara smiled at them. Kim noticed. Leaning her face closer, she licked the back of Barbara's neck and whispered, "You like go bed now?" Barbara nodded and the two climbed from the hot tub. Kim quickly wrapped soft towels around the both of them and Barbara was almost skipping as she led the way to the bedroom. Tossing the towel aside, she lounged on the bed, her arms and legs spread wide. Kim was somewhat more sedate. Cuddling up next to Barbara, she asked, "You like me lick pussy?" Barbara grinned. Kim's singsong cadence and semi-fractured English was most endearing. "I like sixty-nine better." Kim's eyes opened wide and the little girl giggled, but she quickly got into position, kneeling over Barbara, her pussy over Barbara's face and her own face in the other woman's crotch. Barbara grabbed Kim's hips and pulled her down, and Kim lowered her own face. They quickly began slurping each other's cunts. When the bed shifted, Barbara turned her head from Kim's pussy, to see that Maria and Georgia had joined them on the bed. They were laying side by side, arms and legs entwined, touching each other and kissing deeply. Barbara returned to licking out her new friend. Kim was a very talented young lady, who very quickly had Barbara writhing on the bed beneath her. Barbara could barely hold on and return the favor. Shortly after both women had orgasmed, Kim shifted position, to lie together and drowse satedly. When Barbara awoke, she sat up with a start. Could that have really happened? Georgia opened her own eyes with a hint of amusement. "Maria and Kim left an hour ago, after you started snoring." "I don't snore!" "Now we know why Jerry was sleeping elsewhere!", retorted Georgia. Barbara flipped her a middle finger. "Bitch! Hey, is it always like this?" "Like what?" Barbara waved her hands around. "Like this! Like Kim and Maria! Like, I don't know, what just happened." Georgia sat up and shrugged her shoulders. She got up off the bed and headed for the shower. "Yes and no. I need a shower. I smell like I've been getting fucked." Barbara snorted and followed after her. "So? Explain!" Georgia turned on the water in the shower again. "So, I told you this was a full service spa. Now you know. You can't just go up to somebody and order them around, but if you are polite and nice to people, don't be very surprised when they are nice to you. Very nice! Just follow my lead. Stick with me through tomorrow and by the next morning you will be a pro." "And tonight?", asked Barbara. Georgia stepped under the water. "And tonight, we dress, go down and have dinner, and come back for some well deserved rest. Tomorrow we get the works!" "The works?" "Massages, exercise, makeover - and sex, lots and lots of sex. You will be a new woman when you get home. A well laid new woman!" Barbara shook her head in disbelief and stepped back, to let her friend clean up. Georgia had told her, she just hadn't believed. This afternoon had certainly changed that! The two women cleaned up and slipped on a pair of simple yet flattering sundresses, and some high heeled sandals. Dinner was in a nicely appointed restaurant on the first floor of the spa; Georgia explained that there was another, a more casual breakfast and lunch spot elsewhere. The most curious thing about the restaurant was the menu. "Where's the beef?", asked Barbara. "No beef.", said Georgia. Barbara looked up in confusion. "No beef, no chicken, no veal, no nothing. It's all vegetarian." Barbara stared in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me!" Georgia smiled but shook her head. "Nope! Remember, this is still a health spa. You are going to get cleaned out in every way possible!" "A week on nothing but bean sprouts?" Georgia laughed at this. "It's not that bad. They've actually got a chef here who studied that sort of cooking. Come on, check it out." She opened her own menu and made several comments about good and bad choices. Barbara settled on a vegetarian stir-fry while Georgia chose a large salad. "How can you stand it for an entire week?", pressed Barbara. "Listen, there's a McDonald's two miles down the road from here and it's the first stop of everyone who leaves here. We can load up on guilt food when we escape." The meal may have been vegetarian, but the spa was a health spa, not a recovery clinic. The benefits of various wines were notably featured in the menu, and the two women shared a bottle of Chianti Classico. As they were sipping on their wines and working on some bread sticks, Barbara looked around the room. She saw a face at a table across from them, a man a few years older than them, with a woman several years younger. He looked awfully familiar to her, and turned back to her friend to ask about him when it hit her. She did know him! "Isn't that Congressman...", she began. "Shhh. No names.", replied Georgia. She glanced over at where Barbara was discreetly pointing. "Why yes, I believe he is." "You mean... here?", asked Barbara, dumbfounded. Georgia smiled and shrugged. "Why not? I'm sure the rigors of public life need a healthy respite every now and then." "Who's that with him?" Georgia glanced over again. "Listen, we don't use last names here, or titles. It's a rule. What happens here, stays here. Sort of like Vegas! Anyway, that's his wife, I think. I mean, I'm pretty sure, but you only see her in photos to the side of the great man, you know." "Do you think he participates in, well, you know, stuff like that special massage we had earlier?" Georgia grinned. "Absolutely. Hey, are you a Republican or a Democrat? Maybe you'd like to meet him and enjoy being serviced by the government in a whole new way!" "Oh my god!", exclaimed Barbara. She looked over at the couple. He was actually very nice looking, in a distinguished sort of way. "That would really bring new meeting to getting screwed by a politician, wouldn't it? Wow!" Georgia snickered. "Is that something we can actually do here? I mean, with other people?" Before Georgia could answer, their food arrived, so she had a minute to think about her answer. After the pretty young waitress left, and Barbara raised an eyebrow for a response, she said, "Well, basically, yes. Everyone here is of legal age, and I can guarantee you that if it wasn't for the special amenities, the cost would be quite a bit lower. So, if you want to meet new people, be polite and low key. I'm still too tired to play those games tonight, but tomorrow I want to show you everything and start working on your body. After that, if you want to try something different, go right ahead. We're both big girls." "Have you ever, you know, with another guest?" "All the time!" Barbara sat back and ate in silence for a few minutes. This was so totally unexpected! "So, how would I ask that sort of thing?" Georgia laughed. "You're serious? Oh my god! With a Congressman?" Barbara stuck her tongue out. "Maybe!" Georgia laughed even harder. "You just ask! Say something like how you'd like to meet him for a drink, or share a hot tub with him. See what he says." "I couldn't do that! I mean, he's here with his wife!" "Yes, he is, isn't he? That tells me that his wife knows all about this place, too. Heck, ask her as well. I bet they like threesomes." Barbara stared at Georgia in disbelief, much to Georgia's amusement, and then changed the topic of conversation. "How did you ever hear of this place? How did you get in?", she asked. Georgia finished her mouthful of food before answering. "Well, it's by invitation only. You can only come if you have been a previous guest or are with a guest. Since you're with me, in the future, if you wanted to come, you'll be able, even without me." "Not at these rates.", commented Barbara. "Hey, it's not a big deal. I'm spending my late hubby's dough, but I understand. Maybe you don't come all the time, but a once a year treat might not be out of the question, hmmm?" Barbara nodded. "So how did you get on the list? Or is that too personal?" Georgia shrugged. "My husband brought me here back when I had my boobs done." Barbara gave her friend a curious look. "Well, you know that this kind of perfection is store bought and not home grown, right?" "Maybe so, but it's pretty good work.", replied Barbara. "Oh, it is, it is! Anyway, there is a plastic surgery clinic just outside of Atlanta that has an affiliation here. If you see somebody with bandages, they might just be recuperating." At Barbara's continued confusion, Georgia explained about recovery from various procedures. "If you want some work done, we could probably arrange it.", she teased. "Let's hold that thought for the time being.", replied Barbara dryly. She looked around the restaurant at the other guests. After a surprisingly good meal, the two women went back to their room, undressed, and got into bed together. Both fell asleep quickly, before either had a chance to get frisky. ------- Chapter 25: Building A New Woman "Come on, sleepyhead, up and at 'em!", said Georgia loudly. She slapped Barbara on the butt lightly as the alarm clock rang and she climbed out of bed. Barbara rolled over and groaned. "What time is it?" "It's time to wake up and go get healthy, remember?" "Bah!" Barbara muttered a few curses and climbed to her feet. She followed her friend into the bathroom. "I'd better get real healthy to justify this. Exercise and rabbit food for a week, and I get to pay for the privilege?" Georgia laughed and stepped into the shower. She was out about five minutes later, during which time Barbara had managed to brush her teeth and use the toilet. They swapped positions. When Barbara emerged from the shower, she found Georgia going through one of the dresser drawers. Georgia tossed her a terry cloth outfit, and then pulled one from a different drawer for herself. "What's with these?" "They provide everything, even workout and exercise outfits. Put it on." Barbara shrugged her shoulders. She tossed her towel through the door to the bath and examined the terry cloth outfit. It was a small one piece romper, with a zipper down the front and an elasticized waistline. "Uh, underwear?", she asked. "Don't bother. I didn't even pack any. When we workout, they'll provide some sports bras and stuff. We don't have to worry about washing them or packing them or anything. Come on, try it on." Georgia stepped into her own romper and pulled it up, then slipped her arms into it. She zipped it up and wriggled around a touch to make it fit right, then pulled the zipper down far enough to show some cleavage. "See?" "Cute!", agreed Barbara. She pulled hers on and looked in the mirror. The romper was fairly snug and form fitting, and rather short, like she was wearing short-shorts. It looked good on her, sort of wholesome and sexy. She saw Georgia slipping into a pair of sneakers and followed suit. "So, what's today's schedule?" Georgia headed for the door. "I had to give that a bit of thought. The way I see it, today is sort of an intro to the place. I've signed us both up for a little bit of everything, all day long. Then, after today, you can do what you want. Maybe it's with me or maybe not, just have some fun. Alright?" They had reached the elevators and Georgia hit the DOWN button. "Okay by me. Just what are we signed up for, anyway?", asked Barbara. Georgia gave an evil grin. "Ohhh, I don't want to spoil the surprise!" "Georgia!" "Right now is breakfast. After that is a nice bath, some exercise, a massage, that sort of thing. After lunch, maybe some more exercise and lounge around the pool. Tonight - dinner, a drink or two, maybe visit the lounge. Really routine stuff." "Why don't I trust you?", asked Barbara suspiciously. "Because you are a cynical woman?", replied Georgia self-righteously. Barbara simply snorted at this. Breakfast was simply juice, green tea, and fruit salad. Barbara made several pithy comments to her friend about the benefits of bacon and eggs, all of which were ignored. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, knowing Georgia was up to something, whatever it was. She found out after breakfast. Upon leaving the breakfast buffet, the two women went down a hallway towards a connected out-building, stopping at a door marked "Ozone Cleansing." There was a definite hint of ozone in the air in the hallway, which only increased when they went inside. "Ozone cleansing?", asked Barbara. "This is the 'nice bath' you mentioned?" "Something like that." They went to a small registration desk, and Georgia introduced themselves by their first names and room number. The girl at the desk, dressed in an abbreviated white nurses outfit, smiled brightly and asked, "Two irrigations, correct." Suddenly it began to dawn on Barbara what was about to happen. Her head whipped around to protest to her friend, who was already saying, "That's right!" "You have got to be shitting me!?" "Honey, thirty minutes from now, that is something neither one of us is going to be capable of!", laughed Georgia. "An enema!? An ozone enema!?" "It's a high colonic. Anyway, you'll be fine. It's good for you. It will clean out the toxins..." "And anything else!", protested Barbara. "... and flush out your entire system." Then, Georgia leaned closer and whispered, "Don't worry, we'll get a cock or two up there today so we can fill it up with something else!" Barbara stared in disbelief. "Jesus Christ!" She followed her friend into a changing room, where they slipped out of their rompers and put on a simple medical gown, the type that left both their butts feeling the breeze. From there they went into the "Cleansing Room", where the ozone smell was even more prevalent. Forty minutes later, the two women were back out in the hallway, dressed and moving onward. "We don't have to do that every day, do we?", asked Barbara. "Only if you want to. If you prefer, they also offer various herbal solutions, as well." "Holy Christ, you're kidding me!" Georgia laughed. "Hey, do what you want. I just wanted to let you see everything. Me, I always start with this, but afterwards, I just get a regular enema most days. It really is better when I get a nice cock up there. Everything will be nice and clean." "Speaking of which, when do you think we can get some action? I'm definitely feeling needy. You and the girls yesterday were very nice, but I was hoping for something else, you know!" Georgia laughed and led Barbara to a very large and well equipped gym. Another staff member, a pretty red-headed Irish girl, Colleen, wearing a sports bra and spandex bike shorts, greeted them. "Ladies, welcome! Can I help you sign in and get started?" Both Barbara and Georgia assented to this, and Colleen explained some of the gym procedures and asked their intentions. "I just want to tone everything up some.", said Georgia. Barbara blushed. "Uh, that too, but I kind of need to lose a few pounds, too.", she admitted. Colleen smiled. "Don't we all! Don't worry about it. We can work on it here, and then when you go home, you'll know enough to keep working out at a gym. Okay?", she asked brightly. Colleen led them into a locker room and got them lockers, sports bras, and spandex shorts of their own. She also found some tennis shoe 'footies' for socks. Back in the gym room. She handed them both a towel and pulled some free weights out from under the counter. Each weight weighed a kilogram, and there was a pair for each of them. "We're going to start out with a mile walk, followed by some Nautilus time. Alright?" "A mile?", protested Barbara. "Oh, will you behave! You make it sound like the Bataan Death March!" Turning back to Colleen, Georgia said, "That's fine. If she falls by the wayside, the guards can simply shoot her." Colleen laughed and pointed them towards a door to the gardens. "Just follow the red brick path. See you in fifteen minutes." "Fifteen minutes!", wailed Barbara. That seemed impossible to her, but she went out behind an industriously moving Georgia. They would need oxygen at the end of all this, she devoutly believed. Amazingly, they arrived back at the gym almost exactly at the allotted fifteen minutes, neither huffing nor puffing. Colleen smiled and explained that fifteen minutes was the same as four miles an hour, and the average healthy person normally walked at a pace of three to four miles an hour. She hadn't done anything she wasn't perfectly capable of already! Colleen then turned them over to a very large and very buff young man for their Nautilus workout. Barbara smiled pleasantly at him. Jack looked like he worked out by lifting the huge machines, not using them, and his muscles looked very tasty to her. "Oooh, thank you! I'd love a good workout!" Georgia laughed. "Me, too! Maybe we can get a joint workout?" Jack laughed at this. He undoubtedly heard this on a daily basis. "Maybe, ladies, maybe, but first we need to get you through this one. We can worry about that later." This workout was much more difficult for Barbara. She had never worked out with weights or on a machine before and really had no idea what to do or how to do it. Jack had to show her each different use of the Nautilus and watch her closely, just to keep her from hurting herself. As it was, by the end of the session, Barbara had aching muscles in places she didn't even know had muscles. "It gets better.", said Georgia. "You lie! I hurt everywhere." "It gets better.", was repeated. "By the end of the week, you'll be teaching Jack. Come on, let's get that massage. "By the end of the week I'll be dead.", replied Barbara, weakly following her friend. "You're doing just fine.", was the positive comment. "Come on, a massage, a swim - by this evening you'll be in shape to find Jack and get another workout. Hmmm?" Barbara groaned. "Only if he's into necrophilia!" "He's awfully cute. Don't you want to find out if all of his muscles are that big?", teased Georgia. Barbara groaned again. The massage was outside, in a tented pavilion overlooking a scenic view down the valley. Once they got to the view, a pretty young girl helped the two women out of their rompers and onto massage tables. They lay on the tables, face down, arms folded under their heads as pillows, naked, with towels discreetly laid over their backs. After the girl left, Georgia looked over at Barbara. "Now don't go to sleep. I ordered up two deluxe massages, and trust me, you will want to be awake!" "Oh, really?", asked a skeptical Barbara. What could be special about a massage? "Really!" A minute later, Barbara understood her friend's comments. Four men, large and muscular young men, slipped through the back flap of the pavilion and split up, two to both Georgia and Barbara. First they took off their tunic tops, then the towels over the women disappeared, then the men peeled off their shorts. The masseurs were simply gorgeous, well built, muscular, tanned all over, and with beautiful long and thick cocks. Georgia looked over at Barbara. "I told you you'd like this massage." "You were right!" "Now just lay back and let them do the work. I guarantee you that you will feel amazing at the end of it!" She turned away and rested her head on her forearms. "Gentlemen, you may begin!", she said happily. Georgia had what she called a 'salt and pepper' team, a dark skinned Jamaican and a very fair Slavic man, with a pronounced Eastern European accent. What surprised Barbara was that there actually was a massage involved! Warm massage oil was poured on her back, and her two men, both Latinos, stood on opposite sides and gave her a very thorough rubdown, going from her shoulders down to her feet and back up. Then she was flipped over and got the same treatment on the front side. This time, however, it seemed as if one of the two always was working on her breasts or pussy. She had two small orgasms before either man did anything other than touch her breasts and cup her mound. Barbara jolted alive at the next touch! Her eyes snapped open as she rose up on her elbows, looking down her body she found one of her masseurs leaning forward, his fingers gently prying her pussy lips apart, his face nuzzling between them, his tongue exploring her slit. She gasped, and looked over to the side to see the other Latino standing there near her head, his stiff cock in his hand, long and thick, as he gently stroked himself and smiled at her. Looking over at the other table, she saw that Georgia was well beyond her. She had climbed off her table and was kneeling on the padded floor; her Jamaican masseur was slowly fucking her from behind, doggy style, with an immense cock, while the blonde Slav knelt in front of her, holding her head in his hands while she sucked his cock. Barbara smiled at the young man standing near her and wiggled a finger, inviting him closer. He eagerly stepped forward. Barbara opened her mouth and leaned closer as she slowly took him inside. Once his cockhead had passed her lips, she closed them and began to slowly and carefully nibble and suck his cock, slowly pulling him deeper, almost as if she was devouring him, inch by inch. The young man whimpered in delight as he reached down to cradle her head, trying to thrust in, but Barbara used her hands on his cockshaft to keep him from facefucking her. It was her turn to gasp and whimper next, when the masseur eating her out stood up and crawled onto the table. Lifting her ass up off the table, he pulled her up and onto his stiff cock, slamming it in full bore, filling her completely on the first stroke. Barbara moaned around the cock in her mouth as the brawny young men used her for their pleasure. They were overpoweringly stronger than she, and they ravished her body ruthlessly. She could hear Georgia moaning across from her as well, as her friend was fucked hard and deep. Suddenly both her lovers began cursing in Spanish, and she felt several jolts of jism pumping into her cunt just before the cock in her mouth swelled even further and a load of come splashed onto her tongue. She frantically swallowed it all down. It was apparent that this was only the first round of the morning. Barbara wondered whether the deluxe massage meant two masseurs or two fucks, but she planned on taking whatever she could get! Both young men took only a few minutes to stiffen again, especially with them standing on opposite sides of the table, with Barbara alternately stroking one while sucking the other. As soon as both were hard, the two men repositioned her with her butt at the end of the table and her legs hanging off. The masseur she had sucked off stood between her legs, rubbing massage oil on his cock and down her ass; as she lifted and spread her legs, he inserted his cock into her cleansed asshole and pushed in. She whimpered as her asshole was plumbed, and then looked across at her friend. Georgia was also on a second bout, straddling the Jamaican, his cock up her pussy, while the Eastern European vigorously plowed his cock up her ass, sandwiching her. Georgia's eyes were closed and she was making a wide variety of loud incoherent noises as they double fucked her. Barbara settled her legs up over her new friend's shoulders as he buttfucked her, then turned her head and began sucking off the other man. This fuck took longer, but was deliriously wonderful. She felt incredibly alive and energized when they filled her with their second loads. Grinning, she sat upright on the table as they left and looked down at Georgia, sprawled on the floorpads, covered in sweat. "Now that's a great way to start the day!" Georgia laughed and crawled to her feet. "I told you so, didn't I?" She grabbed their towels and the pair wiped themselves off, then they slipped back into their rompers. "Come on, a quick shower and change, then some lunch and a swim. Hmmm?" Barbara eagerly agreed. Lunch proved more interesting than breakfast. Both women went back to their room and quickly showered before slipping into their bikinis and beach wraps. At Georgia's suggestion, they went down to the swimming pool and ate a light lunch at the pool café. They both had salads and Mimosas. "Think of all that Vitamin C!", commented Barbara when she suggested them to her friend. Georgia had laughed and agreed. Afterwards they headed out to the pool and found a pair of chaise lounges. Georgia stripped off her beach cover and jumped in to cool off, then climbed back out. She found Barbara laying on the lounge chair, rubbing suntan lotion on. "You're not going in?" "Maybe later. Here, use this or you'll burn up." She held out the tube of sunscreen. Georgia took it. "You normally tan topless." She peeled off her own suit, both top and bottom. Barbara looked around. "Can I?" "Sure. It's like I said, clothing optional. Trust me, nobody will mind." "Really, if I looked as good as you two girls, I'd join in.", came a comment from the side. Both Barbara and Georgia looked over at the lounge chair nearest them. The occupant was a trim woman in her early fifties, with short frosted hair and a trim figure. She was wearing a very flattering one piece suit. "Hello, thanks for saying that. I'm Georgia." "I'm Barbara." "Hello, I'm Betty. You girls just arrive?" Betty stood and moved her lounge chair closer, then sat down and motioned for a waiter to come closer. "We just got here yesterday.", answered Georgia. "You?" When the waiter came over, she ordered another pair of Mimosas. "Oooh, that sounds wonderful. I'll have one too!", said Betty. "I've been here a week already. I come for two weeks every three or four months, to tone up and stay in shape... and for other reasons." She said the last with a sly smile on her face. "Oh? Other reasons?", quizzed Barbara lightly. "Mmmm, yes, and I think you might know what those reasons are, too." Betty smiled sweetly at the young waiter. Barbara laughed at that. "You'd look fine tanning like us.", she said. "Kind words, darling, but I think that might be pushing my luck. Besides, how would I explain to my husband the lack of tan lines?" Georgia answered, "What explain? Tell him you used a tanning booth. Or just say you were laying around naked and letting young men ogle you. See what he thinks about that." Betty laughed at that. "I don't think so. I love my husband dearly, but he's not as... um, liberated... as I am. I come here every few months and unwind, and then I go home and play the good little wife. What about you two?" "Divorced.", said Barbara. "Widowed.", said Georgia. "I'm sorry to hear that. For both of you, I mean. So are you two... ?" Betty wiggled her fingers at the two younger women. Georgia grinned and laughed. "We're sort of friends with benefits. We're neighbors and raving nymphomaniacs." "We prefer guys.", said Barbara. "But we like girls, too. You?", asked Georgia invitingly. Betty smiled but shook her head. "Sorry. Nothing against it, but it doesn't do anything for me. I do like the guys here, though." The three women talked and sipped at Mimosas the rest of the afternoon. Barbara took the opportunity to look around the grounds and the pool at their fellow guests and staff. As Georgia had said, poolside nudity was quite commonplace, though the on-duty staff maintained some clothing. Likewise, there was a considerable degree of casual sexuality on display. There seemed to be a number of secluded alcoves around the pool area, and it wasn't uncommon for a couple to move to an alcove, to return thirty minutes later looking sweaty and sated. The most obvious case was a young twenty-something couple across the pool from them. At first they didn't seem to be anything more than a young pair of sun worshippers like the others. She was a very cute brunette with short and curly hair, with an hourglass figure that was a few pounds short of being plump. When she took off her beach wrap, she was naked underneath. He was a few inches taller, and like her, good looking but a touch heavy, perhaps a few pounds short of having love handles. He also was naked beneath his beach robe. They both stripped off their robes and sat down on chaise lounges lying close enough to touch each other. They then pulled out a bottle of sun tan lotion and did each others backs. Then, he sprayed a heavy stream over her front as she lay face up on her lounge. Then the young man worked it into her skin thoroughly, essentially fingerfucking her to orgasm. Afterwards she returned the favor, using the lotion over his entire front and finishing off with a hand job that spurted come into the air and splashing onto his chest. Then she wiped him clean and they lay back to catch some rays, as if nothing untoward had happened. "Well, that was certainly interesting.", commented Betty. All three women had been avidly watching the goings on. "No kidding.", agreed Georgia. Barbara nodded and murmured affirmatively as well. Betty sat up and began packing her beach bag. "No offense, girls, but I think I am going to find me a young man or two and see about a very private massage." "Sounds excellent. See you later.", commented Barbara. After Betty had left, she turned towards Georgia and smiled. "Want to do the same? Or want to try that friends-with-benefits thing?" "Let's try option two. You know, we haven't done that since we got here, and I happen to know there is a toy chest in every room." Barbara's eyes lit up at the mention of toys. She sat up as well. "Time to explore that, then." She stood and pulled her swimsuit back on and held her hand out for Georgia. "Let's go!" They walked hand in hand back to the elevators and rode in smiling silence up to their floor. Georgia fished out her key card and let them in. She unceremoniously stripped off her swimsuit and beach cover, tossing them onto a chair as she moved off to the bathroom. "You make a couple of drinks and I'll take a quick shower, then you can shower while I find the toys." "You bet.", agreed Barbara. She undressed as well before moving over to their makeshift bar. The room didn't really have a wet bar (although Georgia had confided that for enough money, that sort of room was available) and had set up their booze on a side table. They had each brought a bottle, Georgia with rum and Barbara with vodka, and the maids kept the room stocked with ice and mixers. Vodka tonics seemed a good choice, so Barbara made a pair of them, strong. She set one in the bathroom, and then returned to the bedroom. Curious about Georgia's description of a 'toy chest' in each room, she began to explore. The previous evening both women had been too tired to do anything more than eat or sleep, and that morning Georgia had bustled them off as soon as they had awoken. Now, with a bit of free time, she began looking around. The dresser had been empty when they arrived, and Kim and Maria had put their clothing in it. Instead she went over to the nightstand on her side of the bed and pulled it open. Inside was a tube of lubricant and several vibrators and dildos. "Getting started without me?" Georgia came in from the shower, toweling off with one hand and carrying her drink with the other. "Just exploring, so far." "Well, go shower and I'll look around, too." Ten minutes later, showered, dried, and with her glass empty, Barbara returned to the bedroom. She grinned wickedly at Georgia, who was laying back on the bed, legs splayed wide, with a large vibrator in her hands. Her friend was vigorously using it, pumping it frenetically into her drenched cunt, the smell of pussy juice redolent in the air. She moved over to the side table and made herself another drink before she returned to the bed. "Now who got started first?" Georgia gasped as she orgasmed, and then turned off the vibrator, a large straight and hard model, in a pink plastic. "I should probably be punished. If you want to tie me up and spank me, that stuff is in my night stand, in the bottom drawer." Barbara kept the distress out of her eyes. That had never been one of her particular fantasies, and now just gave her painful memories of her ex-husband. "That's alright. Anything else amusing?" "You might like this." Rolling over, Georgia reached into the drawer and pulled out a large double ended dildo. It looked like it was almost two feet long! "No way will we get that in us!" "You never know until you try." Georgia lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. It took her a couple of minutes before the monstrous dildo had managed to slip inside. "Jesus, this is big! You'd better use the lube before you try it." "You're serious, aren't you?", Barbara asked in disbelief. "No guts, no glory. Try it." "Jesus Christ.", was the muttered response. Barbara rooted around in her nightstand and came out with a new tube of AstroGlide. First she squirted some on her friend's pussy, where the dildo was already hanging out obscenely. Georgia began to work the dildo in and out, working the lubricant inside herself, and was able to get several more inches of dong inside her. Barbara squirted some more lube on her fingers and coated the other end heavily. "You'd better put some on your pussy, too.", commented Georgia. Barbara nodded wordlessly and did just that, coating her fingers with some more AstroGlide and working it into her overheated pussy. "How do we do this?", she commented curiously. Barbara returned the odd look. "Good question." She slowly pulled her legs up and rolled so that she was kneeling on the bed, the double dong projecting from her pussy like a grotesque penis. "Here, you kneel and get close to me and put the head in, and then we can get closer." Barbara followed the instructions and quickly had the false cockhead between her pussylips and into her channel. "That wasn't too hard, actually. The lube really helped." "Something to remember when we publish the self help book. Now, let's move together." Both women kept a hand on the dong as they inched closer, pushing it deeper in both of them. At the end they looked down, amazed to see it was almost totally inside them. "I can't believe we did it!" "My God, I feel so stuffed! I've never had anything in me this big before!", cried out Barbara. "Should we take it out?", asked Georgia. Now that she had it in and properly lubricated, it actually felt great. Her pussy was throbbing! "Yeah, in about a half hour. God, just fuck me with it!", groaned Barbara. Georgia laughed and began pushing and pulling the double headed dildo, working it back and forth, into one pussy and out of the other, then reversing direction. Barbara moaned, leaning forward against her friend, her head on Georgia's shoulder, as her iron hard nipples worked against the other's. Eventually the two of them collapsed onto the bed, arms wrapped around each other, crotches humping against each other as they fucked each other manically. Eventually it became too much. With a loud whimper, Georgia pulled away, the dildo slipping out of her pussy, followed by a flood of come. Barbara rested for a moment, dazed, then removed it from her own as well. Unable to move, she dozed off, followed momentarily later by Georgia. Barbara woke up when she felt Georgia moving around on the bed next to her. Groaning mildly, she stretched, cat-like, on the bed and then rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked over as Georgia climbed to her feet. "Now what, more toys? I'm more hungry than horny right now." Georgia nodded. "Let's clean up and get dressed. Put something nice on. After dinner we can go into the lounge for a few drinks and see what's cooking." Barbara sat up on the bed. "There's a club here?" "After a fashion. It's more than a bar but less than a nightclub. You'll like it." "And the dress code is... ?" "Casual but dressy. Like last night, a nice little sundress and a pair of heels. There's definitely going to be some men there, as well as some women. Quite a few of the staff members come by looking for an evening drink and hoping to get laid.", answered Georgia. Barbara snorted in laughter. "They come to score with old fogies like us?" Georgia shrugged. "I suspect it's sort of in the contract, you know? Like, I doubt the INS would really be overly happy with the immigration status of all the employees. I mean, I was talking to one of the girls here last year. She was from Ireland, very cute, redheaded like Colleen earlier, really big tits... well, anyway, we had a few drinks and ended up back in my room. They get decent enough money and nobody hassles them about green cards or shit like that, but it's pretty much expected that they provide whatever services the guests are looking for, and I do mean whatever." "So they have to put out or they get thrown out?" Barbara didn't much like the sound of that. "I think it's more that it's part of the job. Nobody forces them to do anything, but it's explained up front. They wouldn't get hired if they weren't happy with the arrangements to start with." "And this girl, she explained this, and she didn't feel like she was being used?" "No, she was actually pretty cool about it. Don't forget, in a lot of the world, sex isn't the big puritanical thing we make of it. Lots of Europe and Asia are a lot more casual about it. If people are enjoying themselves and nobodies getting hurt, what's the difficulty?" Barbara shrugged in acceptance. She started cleaning up the toys and putting them away. "Okay, I suppose. So this morning, that was..." "That was a very enjoyable massage. We enjoyed it. Those young studs fucked the shit out of us and came twice. I bet they enjoyed it, too. Listen, just act naturally. Be somewhat discreet. You can't just blurt out 'Let's go fuck!' to the staff, but if someone is interesting to you, there's no harm in mentioning that you might need some help back in the room, and asking them if they could help out. Maybe they can't, like they're on duty or something, but they'll probably be able to point you in the right direction." Barbara went into the bathroom and cleaned up, then went to the closet and pulled out a short sundress with a tube top. Georgia had already slipped into a halter topped dress, longer but with a pair of long slits up both thighs. They both slipped on their high heeled sandals. As they left their room, Barbara asked, "Ever had anyone turn you down?" Georgia giggled. "Yes, but I think the fellow, he was a guest, was more interested in the waiters than in the waitresses, if you get me. I totally misread him!" Barbara's eyes snapped open at that. "And they do that here, too?" "Well, I can't say as I've ever personally witnessed it, but I strongly suspect that the management has carefully considered all possible interactions and planned accordingly. Hmmm?" "Wow! Don't ask, don't tell, right?" "Don't ask, don't tell!" Dinner was good, though Barbara was beginning to wonder just how many ways to do vegetable stir fry there could possibly be. Rather than wine, they stayed with mixed drinks, with Georgia suggesting gin and tonics. "The tonic will cure our malaria and the lime slice is good for scurvy!" Barbara muttered, "What about protein deficiency syndrome?" "Beans are full of protein!" Georgia's meal had been a couscous with beans. "Keep eating those beans and we know what song you'll be singing later. 'Beans, beans, the musical fruit, the more you eat, the more you toot!'" Georgia laughed. "'The more you toot, the better you feel!'" Barbara finished with her, "'So eat beans at every meal!' Oh God, my brothers were in the Boy Scouts and they used to sing that after every camping trip!" "Well, if that's a problem, I know just where we can go to put it behind us in the morning!" Barbara started laughing almost uncontrollably at the thought of another ozone cleansing. Once dinner was done, they headed towards the lounge. "Just how wild does the lounge get?", asked Barbara. "It depends. At the start of the week, with new people arriving, it's relatively tame. By Friday or Saturday night, it's pretty much Orgy Central." "Really? How so?" "You'll see." Georgia led the way inside the entrance to the lounge. It looked like a fairly typical sort of hotel lounge. The lighting was low but not so dark you couldn't see. Along one long wall was a bar, with a mirror behind the bar and a line of bar stools in front. There were a number of booths and tables, some of which were occupied by groups or couples. Georgia continued leading the way, and Barbara followed her friend to the back of the room. A pair of archways opened into empty rooms at the end, rooms with banquette seating around the perimeter and padded cushions, almost like gym mats, on the floors, with mirrors along the walls. "These are party rooms.", she explained. Barbara's eyes widened at this. "You mean, in public, like this..." Georgia nodded and grinned. "Exactly. Trust me, by the end of the week, late in the evening, these rooms are wall to wall Crisco party. It can get pretty intense." "Have you ever?" Barbara's eyes were wide as she asked the question. Georgia grinned and nodded some more. "I don't do it all that often, but I have participated. There's actually a shower room off to the side to clean up afterwards. Maybe later in the week we can introduce you to true depravity." "Wow!", was Barbara's noncommittal answer. She backed out of the archway and headed back towards the bar. A few more people had come in, and she recognized several of them. Their friend from the afternoon at poolside, Betty, was sitting at the bar, and the young couple who had masturbated each other across from them was just entering. Betty waved at them and they moved towards her. "Hi there!" "How are you two doing?! Having fun?", Betty asked. "Absolutely!", replied Georgia. "Yourself?" "Loads! It's great staying for more than one week. By the time the second week rolls around, you are totally in a groove and into the flow of things." "No getting used to things.", commented Barbara. "Exactly!" She looked at Barbara and Georgia. "You two look spectacular. Simple yet sexy. Planning on finding some action?" Georgia laughed. "I hope so! What about you? That's very elegant." She wiggled her fingers at Betty's outfit. Betty had on a short skirt suit in a dark blue fabric, with a tight skirt and a fitted jacket. The jacket was buttoned but underneath was a black bustier or bra of some sort. She had on dark stockings and black 'fuck me' pumps. "You look like you plan to meet somebody, also." "Thank you. I hope! Anyway, sit, sit! We can gossip and watch the festivities and eye the fellows coming in." She twisted her barstool around and crossed her legs provocatively. Barbara and Georgia climbed onto a pair of stools and joined her, facing towards the room, and ordered a pair of rum punches. The trio of women continued to chat, going through a second round of drinks and starting to work on a third. Several men, both single and in pairs stopped to chat with them. Surprisingly to Barbara, it seemed as if several of the male guests, men who had to be with spouses or significant others, were chatting them up and looking for some action. Also, several of the younger men who were on staff seemed genuinely interested in some after hours action as well. All three women expressed interest for something a little later in the evening. "Now, there's something we saw earlier today, hmmm?", commented Betty. Barbara looked across the lounge to where her new friend was gazing, to see a young couple. "Isn't that the young couple that was fooling around out by the pool?", she asked. "I don't think they're fooling around now.", commented Georgia. Barbara took a closer look. "I don't think they are!" The couple, who looked to be in their late twenties, were both wearing nice but casual outfits. He was wearing linen trousers and a loose fitting Mexican peasant type shirt and sandals; she had on a light linen cropped flyaway top, a long linen skirt with slits up each leg to the waistband, and high heeled white sandals. They had settled into an open booth across from the bar, where they had worked their way through a couple of rounds of drinks, while managing to stimulate each other somewhat openly. Now, as their cocktail waitress brought them out a third round, they took it to a higher level. The curly haired brunette woman reached across and undid her husband's peasant style trousers by untying a string at the waistband and opening them up, tugging them below his erect cock. Then she shifted position, crawling onto his lap as he rearranged her skirt, lifting it up so that she was sitting bare-assed on his naked lap. She positioned herself and settled back onto him, then laid her head back on his shoulder blissfully. It was obvious that she was sitting with his substantial cock up her pussy. He wrapped an arm around her and they settled back to slowly move as they watched others and others watched them. "Those two are definitely into being watched.", commented Betty. "And you? Do you like to be watched?", asked a very masculine voice to Betty's side. Georgia and Barbara looked over at their friend, who had attracted a very tanned young man on Betty's far side. He was tall and lithe, with a thin mustache, and sounded like he had a South American accent. He was wearing dark slacks and a white dress shirt. He had placed a hand on Betty's thigh and was gently rubbing it, with his fingers pushing up under her skirt hem and touching the skin just above her stocking tops. Betty smiled coyly. "It's been known to interest me." That was precisely the answer Betty's still unknown suitor was looking for. Using his fingers, he gently pushed her thighs apart, causing her short skirt to work higher up her thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings and the firm pink flesh above. With his other hand he undid the buttons on her jacket and pulled it open. Betty gasped as his fingers found a particularly interesting spot between her legs, and her throat and chest flushed bright red. Georgia and Barbara noted with interest that Betty was actually wearing an open cup corset under her jacket, and from the way she was responding to her new lover's fingers, panties were probably not involved. Betty gasped as she responded to the touch, but her eyes were actually focused across the room at the young pair coupling in the booth. The guy had pulled her skirt up around her waist, so that it was obvious to all that she was bouncing on his cock. Her tits were jiggling under the flyaway crop top and her puffy little nipples were bouncing into view about half the time. She began squealing, thrusting her fingers into her crotch, as she orgasmed, and that was enough to drive him over the edge. His face red with the effort, he grunted coarsely and anybody watching could see his balls tighten up and several spasmic pulses race up his cockshaft as he unloaded into her grasping pink cunt. Interestingly enough, afterwards, the woman simply let her skirt fall back down her legs, but she stayed in position on his lap, leaning back and kissing him. They cuddled together, as if this was only the first round, and didn't want to move. Georgia smiled at her friend and the two looked back at Betty. Betty was definitely getting a good workout from her new lover. Her skirt had climbed to the point where it was clearly seen that she had a small tuft of brown hair above her pussy. One of his hands was working between her legs, fingers pumping in and out while his thumb worked on her clit. The other hand was playing with her nipples. "I think it's time for the next round.", commented Georgia. "Your turn.", agreed Barbara. Betty glanced at them with glazed eyes and shuddered as she orgasmed. Looking back at the man standing before her, she nodded and began undoing his belt and zipper. She pushed his trousers down his body to the point they slipped down and pooled around his knees. Beneath he was naked, and his very impressive cock was pointing towards her. Betty shifted slightly, moving closer and spreading her legs wide, and guided him inside. Once the tip was in, he thrust, hard, and buried himself. Betty shrieked in release and wrapped her arms around his torso. She began to babble incoherently, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!", as his hips churned and his cock rampaged through her pussy. The action certainly got things moving around the bar area. Several couples stopped to watch, and a few men and women came up to Georgia and Barbara and began hitting on them. Barbara wasn't completely sure how to handle the advances, but she watched her friend in action. Georgia ran a finger across the bodice of a pretty Asian girl, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered, "Not tonight, but maybe tomorrow.", but then turned to a tall and slim Jamaican man and ran her hand down the front of his pants, and whispered, "Tonight!" The Jamaican simply gave a wide grin, his white teeth shining like a beacon on his dark face. Barbara smiled shyly to the others. Like Georgia she delicately turned aside offers from several women and agreed to a pair of offers from men. She leaned towards her friend and they agreed to take the three men back to their room and share. Before they left, they turned towards Betty, finally descending from her orgasm induced high. Her lover had stepped away and pulled his pants back up, leaving her panting on the bar stool, come dribbling from her pussy. "That looked like fun. You planning on staying for more action?", asked Barbara. Betty shook herself alive, looking down between her legs to see the aftermath of her fuck. She used a cocktail napkin to clean up, but didn't bother repairing her outfit. "I don't know. I might stick around for another drink and whatever, but I might just be tempted to ask one of these delicious young fellows to tuck me in for the night." Behind the bar, the bartender chuckled, and the three women turned to look at him. He was a very fit young man, with a chest that looked like he bench pressed cars for fun. He tossed his bar towel to the fellow who had just screwed Betty. He winked at Betty. "Nobody ever notices the bartender.", he mock complained. He came around the bar, to the laughter of several of the bar patrons, and stepped in front of Betty. One large hand went down between her legs, while the other flicked a finger across her nipples. "I think you need a special 'pick-me-up' before heading out for the night, don't you?" Betty giggled and reached for the bartender's belt buckle. "I think I might be getting back to my room a little late, after all.", she told Barbara and Georgia. "Well, I think that's where we're going now." Georgia signaled for a final round, from the new bartender, the man who had just fucked Betty and moved around behind the bar, as their new gentlemen friends stood around them. All of them ordered a drink, and then Barbara and Georgia kissed Betty on the cheek and led the way out of the lounge. Betty was already guiding a fresh cock up her puffy wet pussy as she was being kissed. Georgia and her Jamaican friend, Raoul, led the way, with Barbara sandwiched between Piotr and Yuri, a pair of young twenty-something Poles who worked in the dining room. They made a very cozy group as they rode the elevator up to their floor, made even more cozy when Yuri leaned in to nuzzle Barbara's neck. The next thing she knew, he had reached up and untied the halter tie around her neck. Piotr, meanwhile, had unzipped the zipper running down the back of her dress. As everyone watched, Barbara's dress slipped down her body to the floor of the elevator. "Well, that certainly saves some time.", commented Georgia. Barbara blushed but made no move to get dressed again. Yuri simply picked her dress up off the floor. Raoul responded by puling Georgia's tube top dress up and over her head, leaving both women standing in nothing but their heels. Georgia turned around teasingly, showing the men her body. "Raoul goes first, but then I want you two afterwards.", she announced. "Only if I leave them with anything to share!", answered Barbara, to which all the men laughed. She reached over to Yuri and fished her key card out of a pocket in her dress, to let them into their room. Once inside they split up into the groupings they had initially assumed, with Georgia and Raoul on the side of one of the beds, and Barbara, Piotr, and Yuri near the other. Georgia had her arms around Raoul and they were kissing frantically as she rubbed her naked body against his clothed body; Barbara found herself sandwiched between the two Poles, trading kisses back and forth as her hands tried to undress them as quickly as possible. Within a very short time, all five ended up on the beds. Barbara looked over at her friend to see her stroking a monstrously large cock. She had often heard that blacks were hugely endowed and had always considered it a typical urban myth, but now she wondered. She had never been with a black man before and she knew that by the end of the evening she would be sharing Raoul. Grasping hands on her tits and pussy brought her back to Yuri and Piotr, and she rolled back between them, to stroke their own impressive cocks. They were moving in a very talented and practiced tag team approach - one was always licking and touching her tits while the other was licking and fingerfucking her pussy. Barbara's body was shaking as she repeatedly came, and it was hard to focus enough to keep playing with both cocks as much as possible. It was finally time to move it to the next level. Yuri rolled onto his back and pulled Barbara with him, to straddle his legs and sink her sopping wet cunt onto his cock. She wondered briefly what Piotr was going to do, but then she felt him moving behind her. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw him kneeling between hers and Yuri's wide stretched legs. Her eyes opened wide! Piotr and Yuri passed a joke to each other in Polish, and then she saw Piotr drooling and spitting into his hand. Nervously she turned to face Yuri, who said, "It will be fine. Just bend down and relax. You won't believe how good this will be!" He grasped her by the shoulders and pulled her forward, mashing her tits into his chest. Barbara felt wet and slimy fingers working her asshole, then Piotr came closer. His cockhead probed at her asshole, and then, almost before she knew what was happening, it had slipped inside and Piotr was slowly but deliberately pushing his cock up her ass. "Oh my God!", she exclaimed, her mouth widening in disbelief. The feeling was truly unlike anything she had ever felt. She was so incredibly stuffed with cock, and the two cocks slowly sawing into her felt like they were rubbing against each other. "Jesus Christ, fuck me!", she demanded. She tried to support herself up and off of Yuri, who kept his hands on her hips and thighs, keeping her in position for his countryman. Both men were surprisingly vigorous in their fucking, considering how they were crammed together so closely. Barbara was on a nonstop orgasm overload. Curious about Georgia, she looked across the room at the other bed, to see Raoul and Georgia had switched to a sixty-nine position. This was a different variation, however. Barbara had often enjoyed sixty-nine, but only when she was on top, squatting over a lover's face, leaning forward to suck his cock. Raoul was on top, his face burrowing deeply in to Georgia's pussy, and he was squatting over her head, his cock fucking downwards into her mouth. She could see that he was getting close. That monstrous cock was fucking down into her mouth and throat, and how her friend could breathe was beyond her. Still Georgia wasn't raising any complaint, but was moaning in orgasm. Barbara returned her attention to her own bed, as she heard the two Poles begin to moan and curse in their native tongue. Sensing they were getting close, Barbara began moving her own body between them violently, tightening her ass and pussy muscles and urging them to hold out as long as possible. An entire new wave of pleasure swept through her body before the two men cried out and she felt jism spurting into her, front and back. The threesome collapsed raggedly into a giant quivering pile on the bed. Barbara felt nature calling and managed to work her way out of the sweaty pile on the bed. Once in the bathroom, she used the toilet, but then grabbed a washcloth and cleaned up somewhat. It wasn't quite a shower, but she returned to the bedroom feeling considerably fresher than when she had left. Coming back, she stopped in the doorway to see partners had changed. Her two Polish lovers had moved over to Georgia's bed, where one of them was eating her friend out, while the other was sitting on the bed and Georgia was sucking him off. The angle was from the rear, so she wasn't sure who was who. She wondered if Georgia was sucking Piotr's cock; it had just come in Barbara's ass, but if it was Piotr, Georgia didn't seem to mind. Barbara's nose wrinkled at the thought. She had seen ass-to-mouth in a few porn movies, but it never turned her on. Raoul wasn't on the other bed, but she saw that he had settled into an armchair to the side of the room. He was naked, his cock already stiff for a second round, and he was absent-mindedly stroking it as he waited for Barbara to return. Once she came back from the bathroom, he held up an arm and motioned for her to come closer. "It is our turn to watch." Barbara smiled at him. "Just watch?" The Jamaican had a sing-song accent. "Oh no, not just watch." He noticed Barbara looking down at his cock rising stiffly from his groin. "No, not just watch." He wiggled his fingers to bring her closer. Barbara had never been with a black man before. She had always wondered about the stories about the supposed enormous endowments of black men, and she stared at Raoul's cock. It looked enormous! It was both long and thick, and she wasn't sure if she had ever fucked a larger cock! She came closer, and allowed Raoul to take charge. He took her by the waist and faced her towards the others, and then effortlessly pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling his legs. His cock rubbed along her ass, sending shivers through her. "You know what to do." Barbara looked over her shoulder nervously. That was it? No foreplay? Raoul gave her an evil smile and lifted her up slightly. His cock slipped between her legs. "You know all about putting a cock in your pussy. You're already hot and wet. Don't lie to yourself. You don't just want my cock, you need my cock. Do it!" Reaching down between her legs, Barbara grabbed the massive cockhead and aimed it at her pussylips, spreading them apart. As soon as Raoul felt him begin to enter the greasy tunnel, he pulled her quickly downward, burying himself. Barbara moaned as his huge cock lanced up into her. It was so deep it felt like it would come out her mouth! "Oh my God!", she gasped. "Have you ever been with a real man before?", asked Raoul. Barbara looked back over her shoulder in confusion. Raoul used that moment to lift her up and thrust her back down onto his hardness. She whimpered and he continued, "A real man, a black man?" She moaned and shook her head. It was too much effort to answer. "A real man has a real cock. I know why you and your friend came here, to find a real man." He was whispering his filthy comments in her ear as he reached around her body to play with her tits and nipples. "Reach between your legs and feel that real cock, that black cock. What is it you white American women say? Once you go black, you never go back? You will say that tomorrow, won't you?" Barbara moaned at the assault. Having a man so totally dominate her like this was incredibly exciting. She stroked his cock as it pulled out, hot and wet, from her cunt. It felt like it must have been stretched to the point it would never close up again. Raoul wasn't finished yet. Even as Barbara orgasmed on his cock, he directed her attentions to the bed. "They just did that to you. It takes both of them to do to you what a real man can do. Did you like feeling them in you, in your tight little pussy and in your tight little ass? Wait until you have a real cock in your tight little ass!" Barbara gasped and her head whirled around to stare at Raoul in disbelief. That would be impossible! She would never be able to fit that monster up her butt! Raoul smiled and showed her the tube of KY he always carried with him. He ostentatiously twisted the top off. "Watch them!", he ordered. Barbara whimpered as she turned to face the bed. Yuri and Piotr had Georgia between them, kneeling, with Yuri's cock in her mouth and Piotr fucking her doggy style. Suddenly she felt a cool greasy finger slip between her asscheeks and probe at her butt. Barbara felt powerless as Raoul pushed her forward, bent over with his cock still pulsing hard in her pussy, as his greasy fingers applied the lubricant and probed into her asshole. Then the tube was tossed aside, and she felt his hands on her hips, lifting her up. As she held herself upright, Raoul spread her cheeks and aimed his cock at the little brown rosette. "Now, sit back down and don't stop. If you don't do it this way, you do it my way, but you be doing it anyway." Terrified, Barbara lowered herself back down onto his lap, and felt his cock enter her rear passage. The huge cockhead slipped through the rubbery ring and she gasped as much from surprise as from any discomfort, but it didn't stop there. She continued moving, sliding down the greasy pole, each inch stretching her to a point she had never thought possible. Every time she felt like it couldn't go in any more, she was tugged backwards and Raoul's cock burrowed even further. Tears of half pain and half joy filled her eyes as she found herself settling back onto his lap. "Now you know how a real man treats a woman. You will never want another man, a man who cannot give you this. Now, do the things you know you need to do to make me come in your little white ass!", he ordered. "Oh, Jesus Christ, it's too much!", she protested. Raoul rocked her on his lap, slowly moving his cock inside her. "You don't want to stop, though, do you?" "No.", she admitted, whimpering. As she slowly became used to the gigantic intruder, the throbbing pain began to subside and an incredible feeling of being stuffed and fucked began to build. She could feel her pussy juices flowing down and out of her. "Then fuck a real man like you were a real woman!" Barbara began moving atop Raoul, her fingers working her pussy and further down, between her legs, to his cock throbbing in her ass. He continued to order her, demanding that she pleasure them both, and as Georgia and her two friends frolicked on the bed, Barbara orgasmed ceaselessly. When it became too much even for Raoul, he grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto him, burying his cock in her ass, and unloaded a mind numbing torrent of jism into her. Barbara slumped backwards against him as she felt his stiffness ease within her. Raoul became suddenly much quieter, reaching around to caress and comfort her, whispering gently into her ear. Once his cock had slipped from her well lubed rear, followed by a trickle of come, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bath. Barbara clung to him as he started up the shower, a hot, pulsing flow of water that soothed and calmed her. Raoul stood with her under the stinging jets as she roused herself. "That was... incredible!", she told him, hugging him tightly. Raoul chuckled. "Yes, it was. I am sorry if I was rude and insulting, but it seemed..." "No, no!", exclaimed Barbara. "It was exciting!" "I thought you might like it, but I am not so mean a person.", he continued. Barbara giggled. "I never believe anything a man says when he isn't wearing clothing." She hugged him again and giggled some more. "Let's clean up and go back. I don't know if I can take any more tonight, but we can see what the others are doing." "We will have a few rum shooters and recuperate.", replied a smiling Raoul. "You will want more before the night is over!" Barbara shivered in anticipation. ------- Chapter 26: The Insurance Business Barbara Blockings stopped the car in the parking lot of the Whistlestop Saloon. Tossing her sunglasses on the dash, she grabbed her purse and opened it, to retrieve a small hairbrush and makeup kit. Pulling the sun visor down, she used the vanity mirror to check her hair and makeup, then repacked her bag. Throwing her keys in the purse, she climbed out and locked the car up, then took a second to straighten her clothing before going inside. Short black leather skirt, mid thigh, zippers at the sides, no panties - check! Tight sleeveless white blouse, unbuttoned low enough to show both considerable cleavage and the lack of a bra - check! Black stiletto pumps, small ankle straps - check. Purse with wallet, car keys, mini-hair brush, mini-makeup kit, 'Pocket Rocket' mini-vibrator, tube of AstroGlide - check! Smiling to herself, she pulled the strap of the purse up over her shoulder and confidently started across the parking lot towards the front door. It was Friday night and Barbara Blockings was on the prowl! The trip to the Macon spa had been a real eye opener for Barbara, in more ways than one. One of the most interesting things Barbara learned was that she didn't need to be with Georgia all the time holding her hand while picking up men. After that first night, she and Georgia had split up a fair bit, usually sleeping together at night, but often going their own ways during the days and into the evenings. Once she had come back from the spa, she had joined a local divorce support group. The group had several different aspects and sub-groups or cliques within it. Some of the people, both men and women, used the group to meet new people. The women seemed to gravitate towards cliques related to economic circumstances. Some hadn't come out of their divorces with much more than the shirts on their backs, others had taken their spouses to the cleaners. Some had young children and some had grown children. An awful lot of talk went on about the incredibly mundane aspects of real life, like dealing with children, shopping, and arranging car repairs without somebody to drive you back after dropping off the car. There was a very active group of women intent on getting laid. One of the wags of the group called themselves the Orlando Divorcee Service Group, 'since they really needed to get serviced.' Barbara had gravitated towards this group early on. Her children were at an age they didn't need babysitters and she had enough money from the settlement that she could go out on a Friday or a Saturday night and have a few drinks. Most weeks four or five of them would meet at a local watering hole to look at and be looked at by members of the opposite sex, with the hope of meeting, if not Mister Right, Mister Right Now. With a degree of confidence that her week at the spa had restored to her showing, Barbara strode across the parking lot towards the Whistlestop Saloon, her high heels clicking on the asphalt. A fairly average bar and grill, the 'saloon' was supposedly modeled on a Victorian era train station, although Barbara had her doubts. She wasn't sure if Orlando had even existed in the Victorian era, let alone had a train station. So far as she knew, nobody in the world had ever even heard of Orlando before Walt Disney had secretly bought up about a zillion acres of swamp land to build the House of Mouse. Stepping inside the restaurant, Barbara went through the double doors and stood to the side, letting her eyes adjust from the bright late afternoon sun. It took her a second for them to acclimate themselves to the darker interior, and she heard her name called out, but was surprised. The voice hailing her was a man's voice. Looking around curiously, she spotted her ex-husband Jerry sitting at the bar, looking in her direction curiously and waving in a half-hearted fashion. Barbara moved closer towards the bar. "Jerry?" He looked different somehow, thinner. She hadn't seen him since before the spa, though they talked on the phone every few days, about visitation and the kids' school functions. She had to admit that Jerry was certainly trying to be a good father, no matter what his other failings had been. "It is you! I wasn't sure when you came through the door.", he replied. She gave him a confused look. "I mean, you look different. You look good, I mean not that you didn't look good before, but better, I mean..." He tried to stumble through an explanation but felt that he was only digging himself in deeper. His ex-wife laughed at him. "Don't worry about it, Jerry. Thank you anyway." Jerry was sitting at the bar, in a backless bar stool. He pointed to the stool next to him. "Sit down, have a drink. Did you do something with your hair? You look, I don't know, different." Barbara eyed the bar stool. "A drink? Jerry, are you trying to hit on me or something?" Jerry looked at her like she had just slapped him. "My apologies. I just thought we could talk. It's been awhile since we just talked, you know. I'll let you go now." He sat upright and turned back towards the bar. "Oh shit!", she muttered under her breath. Reaching out, she touched his arm. "No, Jerry, I'm the one who should apologize. You're right, if we can't talk, who the hell can." The look on his face softened and he turned back to face her. Nodding, he pointed at the empty stool. "I shouldn't have been like that. Please, sit down." "Give me a moment. I was here to meet with some friends. Let me tell them I'll be with you for a bit." Jerry watched his ex-wife walk away, sashaying through the restaurant, her ass moving in a pleasant figure eight. He kept a yuppie from stealing the bar stool and waited for her return, and was amazed at the difference in her since he had last seen her. She looked like a new woman! When she climbed onto the bar stool, she showed more leg than she had shown in public for a long time, he thought, and it looked damn fine! "You did something with your hair, but it's more than that.", he told her. "You look fantastic." "Thank you." "What, did you join a gym or something? Don't take this wrong, but you look like you've lost some weight or been working out or something.", he pressed. Barbara smiled at him. How could she possibly explain her transformation. The week at the spa had been simply amazing. The sex had been everything that Georgia had advertised. There had been the cleansings that prepared her for any kind of sex she wanted, the massages by both men and women that had degenerated into incredible sex sessions, the workouts in the pools that had been nothing more than skinny-dipping and al fresco screwing, and the late nights in the lounge. How could she explain the Friday night she and Georgia had gotten late afternoon irrigations, and then, after dinner, had moved into one of the party rooms in the lounge to take on any and all comers? And of course, there was no explanation for the room called 'Electromechanical Massage', what was euphemistically called the Toy Room, a collection of high tech toys that started with Sybians and went crazier from that point. There had been that one afternoon where Georgia had strapped her naked into what looked like a dentist's chair with gynecological stirrups, and Velcroed her wrists to the arm rests. Then the attendant had wheeled up a pair of large vibrators attached to pneumatic pistons and inserted them into her pussy and her ass, and attached a pair of suction cups connected to a vacuum pump to her nipples. Once the electric motors were started she had to lay there helplessly as the vibrators whirred and turned and pumped in and out of her, while her nipples were suctioned. Her first orgasm had occurred within ninety seconds, but Georgia kept up the delicious torment for twenty exhausting minutes. Barbara had collapsed from nervous release when it was over, and watched through half open eyes as the attendants strapped Georgia into the machine for her own session. Still, for all the endless sex the spa had served up, it was still first and foremost a health spa. Barbara had developed a taste for some serious exercise workouts. By the end of the week she could understand the phrase 'endorphin rush' and was delighted when the scales showed she had lost five pounds. Yes, she had pigged out at the McDonald's with Georgia when they left, along with several other faces she recognized from the spa, but she had also joined a gym when she got back home. Combined with a better diet and morning jogs, she had lost another five pounds, and felt fitter and healthier to boot. Barbara smiled at Jerry. "I joined a gym.", she admitted. "Thanks for noticing." "You look good, Barbara. You look, I don't know, tighter or something. You've been tanning, too, right." In the nude, she didn't say. "A few times a week." "You look good. A little different, but good.", he repeated. The spa had a full beauty section, too. They had cut and styled her hair, exfoliated and treated with gloppy pastes and herbal wraps, and shown her a few new ideas on skin treatment and makeup. Now she looked subtly different and rather enticing, and Jerry felt himself stirring at the sight. "I lost ten pounds!", she bragged. "Good for you, but there is no good way for me to answer that. I didn't think you were all that heavy before, but you definitely look better now. Which answer gets me in less trouble?" Barbara laughed. "You look different, too. Is that a new suit?", she asked. Jerry smiled ruefully. "No, it's one I haven't been able to fit into for a few years. I've lost about ten pounds, too." "Jerry, that's tremendous! I'm not trying to be mean, but you needed to get into better shape. If you had kept going you would have been a candidate for a heart attack. We've got our differences, sure, but I wouldn't want that, not ever." Jerry smiled at her. "Thank you. I need to lose another ten before I'll be happy." They both sipped at their drinks and Jerry waved the bartender over for another round. They chatted about the children until he brought the next batch. When they came, he clinked his ex-wife's glass and said "Skoal!" "Salut!", she replied, then drank some of hers. "By the way, I meant to ask you, what's with the new phone number for your office? That's not an Orlando number." Jerry set his drink down on his coaster and turned to face her more fully. "I'm not managing the Orlando office any more. I'm in Tampa now." "You're managing Tampa?" He shook his head. "No, I'm not managing at all. I gave that up. I went back to sales full time. I can't ... the pressures ... anyway, I'm just back to being an insurance salesman these days." He gave his wife an embarrassed look. "They almost canned me until I agreed to a transfer out of Orlando. I'm looked on as a failure, I suppose." Barbara shrugged. "Are you happier?" "Yeah. Being the boss drove me nuts. I mean, that was when I started, well, you know." He turned away. Barbara drank some more and stared at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. She had talked to a shrink associated with the support group about her husband and discovered that his problem, while unusual, wasn't unheard of. The need to be in control was so heavy that when he had a chance to be away from it, it changed to a need to be controlled. The higher he would have risen, the more he would have needed it, to the point where there would have probably been some psychological harm. "What about the money? Won't this be a pay cut?" It wasn't an issue for her. She had settled for a fairly substantial lump sum payout from his pension and savings plans and child support, but no alimony per se. He turned back to her and grinned. "That isn't a problem. I'm a very good insurance salesman. Back before I became a manager, we never had any problems with money, did we?" She gave him a thoughtful look. "No, I don't suppose we did." "In sales, any kind of sales, I mean, not just insurance, the top people always can make more money than their managers - and I'm in that bunch." "Really? So why become a sales manager?" Her ex shrugged. "Stability? Prestige? I wanted some easier hours and a more certain paycheck, some salary and not just commission. I wasn't planning on all the pressure." "And there's no pressure on you now?" "It's different. The pressure is on to produce sales, sure, but nothing else. I don't have to care about the receptionist pissing and moaning about a salesman hitting on her or regional complaining or any of that shit. I just have to sell insurance, and I know how to do that. I'm making as much now as I was making in Orlando." "Wow! I never knew. You never told me." "We didn't talk, I guess. It's my fault, I suppose." Barbara sipped her drink. "Jerry, I've seen a lot of divorces before this ever happened. It's been my experience that there's usually enough blame to go around to everyone. I didn't talk either." Jerry didn't have a reply to that. They sipped at their drinks quietly until a beeping in his pocket interrupted them. He fished his cell phone out of his jacket pocket, a look of annoyance on his face. It was a text message, and when he downloaded it, he muttered an obscenity under his breath. "What's wrong?", she asked. "You don't want to know.", was the reply. "Of course I do. That's why I asked." He gave her a sly smile. "Trust me on this, you really don't want to know!" "Now you're just making me curious. What's wrong?" He sipped his drink and said, "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. You aren't going to like this." "Jerry, give!" He crossed his arms, with one hand supporting his chin, an index finger running along his jawline. "Okay, don't say I didn't warn you. Why do you think I'm here?" Barbara blinked at that. "Uh, I don't know. Drinks after work, I guess." He shook his head in the negative. "Looking for a woman, then?" "Like you're looking for a man?" "Jerry, we're divorced now, remember? Is that going to be a problem." He took a deep breath followed by a deep drink. "Yes and no. Yes, I don't like it and no, it's none of my damn business. Just don't ask me to like it overly much. Anyway, we're not talking about why you're here, but about why I'm here." "So you're waiting on a woman, right?" "Sort of. There's a conference going on this weekend with a bunch of guys from out of town in for the weekend, and I got assigned the task of wining and dining them." "So?", she pressed. "So, after dinner, there was a suggestion that some companionship would be nice for these guys." He waggled his cell phone at her. "And the companion just cancelled on me." It took Barbara a second or two to understand, and then her eyes snapped wide open. "What, you hired a hooker? Is that what you're doing here? Waiting for a whore? Jesus, Jerry, does nothing change with you?!" Jerry gave his ex a dirty look. "Keep your voice down. I told you you didn't want to know. No, she's not for me, she was for these three guys I'm supposed to meet here. I know you won't believe me, but I don't do that anymore. I was going to meet these guys for dinner and drinks, she was going to meet us here after dinner, and I was going to take off. I wasn't part of the package." Barbara lowered her voice to a heavy whisper as she replied. "This is unbelievable. What are you, the company pimp? That's disgusting! I can't believe that sort of thing still goes on." He shrugged. "More than you can imagine, and no, I'm not a pimp. If we're going to level charges, I would be a procurer, and I don't have to like it either, but nobody cares." "So, how do you know how to find a hooker? The Yellow Pages?" Jerry gave her a pitying look. "Stupid me. Years of experience, huh?" "I told you, it wasn't like that. She was the only one, and that is all over. Believe me or not, but I haven't been back to see her since the night you told me. It's over, okay?" Barbara stared at him, and waved the bartender over for another drink. "So what are you doing now? Seeing anyone special?" "Just leave it alone, please.", was the only answer. The truth was, Jerry wasn't even sure the damn thing would work anymore. Ever since that last incredible night with Barbara, he hadn't even had a desire to see another woman, even when a couple of the secretaries in the Tampa office had hit on him. Anybody else would be second rate at best. Barbara was silent for a bit. "So what will you do now?" "So, now we'll have dinner here, then I'll take them to a few bars I know and find a working girl for these guys and catch a cab back here and pick up my car." "And you know where to find a ... working girl? Is that the new name?" "It's politer than what you called them. And yes, I know how to find them." Seeing the confusion on her face, he continued on, "Listen, I just can. Don't ask me to explain, because I just can't, but I can walk into any bar or joint in the world and inside of five minutes I can tell you who's a pro and who's an amateur. It's a skill, I suppose, though what it could be used for, I have no idea. Trust me when I say I could find these guys a girl in ten minutes, easy." "Huh!" Barbara was amazed. She had never really considered how her ex-husband had found Mistress Domina. It didn't seem like a profession where advertising was a plus. "So, what kind of working girl do you find for these guys?", she asked, curious. It was a world she knew nothing about, except for the brief sordid entry at the time of her divorce. He looked at her curiously. "What?" "So? What's the criteria? What kind of girl do you pick? Young? Old? Blonde, brunette, or redhead? Big or small? How do you go about choosing?" Jerry stared at her for a moment. "Jesus, that's a weird question!" "I'm serious!" "Shit!" He drank some more. "Well, it all depends on what's available, so to speak. What kind of girl is working. Listen, these guys aren't going to go for some nickel BJ artist in a back alley. She's got to be pretty, and young but not too young, say in her late twenties or early thirties. She has to look a bit classy, like someone they'd want to date. And they never see the money change hands, so it's just like this sweet and innocent girl they just met wants to go back to a hotel room with them on their first date and pull a train, like it was the most natural thing to do, you know?" "Jesus Christ! You're kidding me, right!?" Jerry just grinned at her. "So how does she get paid?" "Credit card." She stared at him. "Hookers-R-Us showing up on the monthly bill won't make somebody suspicious?" "It will be some random corporate type name. Nobody will ever know. I just submit it in my expense account and nobody will ever ask a thing." "Jesus Christ!", she repeated. Her ex-husband simply laughed. Then she got a completely different idea. It was wild and crazy, and the more she thought about it, the more she liked it. Still, it was insane, so she kept her mouth shut. Then... ------- Chapter 27: Amateur, Not Pro "So, Jerry, who are these guys you are taking care of tonight?" Her ex shrugged. "They're actually involved in the risk management side, some clients out of Ohio. They aren't clients of mine. I was just asked to, uh, take care of them, you know." "So they just come to town, go to dinner, get their rocks off, and you never see them again?" Jerry nodded. "That's pretty much the idea. I never met these guys until this week. We were all at the conference this week when my boss whispered to me to get these guys taken care of. Tomorrow they are on a plane back to Bumfuck, Ohio and I will most likely never see them again." "So, what are they like? Are they young?" Jerry gave Barbara an odd look. "I don't know. They look like insurance guys. Why?" Barbara sidestepped the question. "I'm just curious. Are they, like, in their sixties? Fat? Bald?" Jerry really looked at her curiously. "They're pretty average. A couple look to be in their thirties and one guy looks to be my age. Why?" "Listen, I'll take care of them tonight. Just tell them I'm, well, you know.", Barbara blurted it out before she got cold feet. It sounded crazy but fun. Her ex-husband stared at her for a moment before replying in a low voice. "Have you lost your fucking mind? You want to, to...", he spluttered, unable to finish the question. "Hey, it sounds like fun." "Jesus Christ! All these years and I thought I knew you and now you're turning tricks in a bar? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Barbara pointed a finger at him. "Hey, nobody said anything about turning tricks. It's just like you said earlier, I'm not a pro, but an amateur." He blinked at this, but kept staring nonetheless. "Listen, I don't know how you're handling things these days, and I haven't asked, but you know damn well what I'm doing here tonight and why. This seems like a pretty logical idea to me." "All these years and I never knew you.", he whispered half to himself. "Bullshit!", she said loudly, loud enough to attract several looks from nearby people. It seemed to snap Jerry from his daze. Before he could say anything, she continued, lowering her voice. "You knew me. You knew what I liked and you liked it, too." Jerry stared in confusion at this. His ex-wife lowered her voice and went on. "Remember that first time I met you at that party? How we left early to go down to the pizza joint and I sucked you off in the parking lot even before we went inside? I told you it was an appetizer and that you were really going to like dessert? Remember that, Jerry?" Stunned, he nodded, and Barbara continued. "Remember, Jerry, how I never wore underwear when we would go out, so that it would make you more excited and you could touch me. When we were just dating, when we were engaged, even after we got married, remember? Jesus, Jerry, I didn't even wear underwear when I was pregnant! Remember that night two days before Rusty was born, when we went down to the park and you pulled my preggo pants down and fucked me on the hood of the car? Jesus, Jerry, that was just two days before my water broke, for Christ's sake!" The memory of that night finally made her ex-husband smile. "Yeah, that was pretty intense.", he admitted. "You know I need it as much as you ever did, so don't act all high and mighty about me going out and looking for some action once a week. You don't get to complain about that anymore, remember? You don't ever get to complain about that anymore!" He shook his head in disbelief. "Jesus! How the fuck did we end up like this?" "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?!" "Yeah." He glanced over at the door of the bar as it began to swing open. "Christ, they're here." Barbara followed his gaze. The first two guys through looked to be in their early thirties, tall, with full heads of hair and lean builds. The third guy was maybe ten years older, bald and overweight, but not to the point of being disgusting looking, more like Jerry had been before losing some weight. Just before Jerry stood up, she tapped his wrist. "Do it!" "What?" "You know - introduce me as, well, whatever. Tell them my name is Barbie, that ought to be a laugh!" "Are you serious? Once I do this, there's no going back." "Do it!", she repeated. Jerry simply shrugged in acknowledgement. He climbed off his barstool, but didn't move away from the bar. Raising an arm and waving at them, he called the three men over. Again, the two younger men led the way, with the older man falling behind. Barbara stayed on her barstool, but she swiveled to face them. As they got near, she seductively crossed her legs and gave her brightest smile. "Hey, guys, glad you could make it." Jerry greeted the other men and shook their hands again. None of the three could take their eyes off Barbara's cleavage or long tan legs. "Hi, Jerry, it's good to see you again. Who's your friend?", asked one of the younger men, a tall blond with an authoritative manner about him. He shook Jerry's hand as he smiled broadly at Barbara. Before Jerry could say anything, Barbara spoke up, killing any final chance her ex had of chickening out on her plan. "Hi! I'm Barbie!" "Really? Well, my name is Ken, so I guess that makes us friends." The other of the thirty-somethings, slightly shorter and with dark brown hair, chimed in. "Same here, my name's Ken also." Barbara hopped off her barstool and kissed both men on the cheek. "It's just really super to meet you both.", she answered in the most airheaded way she could imagine. She turned towards the third man and kissed him as well. "Now don't tell me your name is Ken - that would be just too funny!" She sat back on her barstool and didn't bother being decorous. The men standing before her almost got the Sharon Stone treatment before she crossed her legs. The older man looked like he had been smacked between the eyes with a two by four! "Uh, no, uh, I'm, uh, Bob.", he stammered out. "It's nice to meet you." "Well that's just so sweet of you! I ran across Jerry this evening and he invited me to dinner, and he said he had some friends coming along and I just had to say that any friends of his were definitely friends of mine!" Barbara batted her eyes at them outrageously, causing chuckles from the two Kens and uneasy laughs from both Jerry and Bob. "So, Barbie, you know Jerry, do you?" asked Brunette Ken, a smirk on his face. Barbie rolled her eyes theatrically. "Oh, I've known Jerry forever!" She lewdly licked her lips as the two Kens laughed. Dinner and drinks proved totally surreal to Jerry, as he watched his ex-wife flirting with his companions, playing the bubble-headed bimbo to the hilt. The two Kens were the most physical with her, keeping just one step away from making a scene in the restaurant. They managed to flank her at dinner, and would frequently lay a hand on her arm or on her thigh. Bob got over his initial nervousness midway through dinner; it was obvious to both Jerry and Barbara that he had absolutely no experience with hookers or with cheating on his wife. He had slipped off his wedding ring before coming into the bar, but there was a noticeable band of white skin around his ring finger, a band which was actually depressed into the skin. The two Kens never even bothered with any such pretence. Blonde Ken kept his ring on; Brunette Ken didn't wear a ring, but acknowledged he was married. Jerry desperately wanted the evening to end, along with his own participation in it, but couldn't imagine it actually ending, with 'Barbie' going off to fuck the other men. It was Blonde Ken who made the final move, as their waitress asked if they wanted coffee and dessert. "Why don't you just bring the check, miss, since I don't think I'm going to find the dessert I want here." Barbara giggled and the waitress left to ring up the final bill, silently thinking to herself how crude men were in general. Brunette Ken stood up and held his hand out to Barbara. "Jerry, are you joining us?" Jerry's stomach churned at the idea of watching the three men screwing his ex-wife. "I don't think so, Ken. Why don't I just take care of this instead?" Both Kens grinned at this, and Barbara reached out and took Bob's hand, pulling the suddenly nervous man out of his seat. Barbara leaned down to kiss Jerry on the cheek. She whispered in his ear, "Call me when you lose that last ten pounds, hmmm?", and then stood upright. "Call me, okay!" She wiggled her fingers at her ex-husband and then pulled Bob towards the door, followed by a laughing pair of Kens. Jerry paid the waitress and stood up. By the time he got outside, the foursome was gone. His mind reeling, Jerry vomited his dinner into a bush at the side of the parking lot. ------- Everyone piled into Brunette Ken's car in the parking lot. Blonde Ken made sure he got into the back seat with Barbara, leaving Bob to ride shotgun next to Brunette Ken. Bob managed to shift around in his seat to look in the back, and saw Blonde Ken start putting his hands on Barbara before they even got out of the parking lot. Barbara wasn't terribly surprised by Blonde Ken's actions, and truth be told, was enjoying them. She smiled at Bob, licking her lips, and moved slightly to keep Blonde Ken from getting too frisky. "Let's cool it down a bit, baby, at least until we get to your room." She rebuttoned her blouse, though she allowed him to keep his hand under her skirt, and then ran her fingers across the front of his slacks. He was definitely primed for action! His cock felt hot and stiff. It was barely five minutes before they pulled into the parking lot of the Best Western. Brunette Ken parked near a hall door at the end and used his key card to open the door. Barbara smiled at the men as she climbed out and pulled her skirt down, then sashayed inside, followed by the others. The group moved halfway down the hallway before Brunette Ken opened his door. He took Barbara's hand and pulled her in, followed closely by Blonde Ken. Bob seemed to hang back, obviously nervous about coming in, and then slipped inside, a furtive look on his face. Barbara decided that she needed to take control. "What a nice place! Listen guys, give me a few minutes to freshen up, and I'll be right back, hmmm?" She went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Through the door she could hear a happy murmur as her 'tricks' talked about the night ahead. Barbara looked at herself in the mirror. There was no going back now. Fine! Three guys, a suck and a fuck each, they get their jollies and I get mine! She undid the buttons on her blouse and peeled it off, then unzipped her skirt and shimmied out of it. She hung them on the hook on the back of the door, leaving her in only her heels. She touched up her hair and makeup, and smiled into the mirror. Go time! "Sorry for making you wait, guys.", she said as she sauntered back into the bedroom. She smiled and stood there, one hip thrust forward, an elbow out, a sultry smile on her face. Both Kens had tossed their jackets aside and loosened their ties. Brunette Ken had opened a small bottle of booze and was pouring drinks into the glasses he had taken off the vanity at the end of the room. He handed her what looked to be whiskey and water, not her favorite, but it was the thought that counted. The Kens were grinning happily; Bob looked very nervous and was visibly sweating. Barbara sipped at her whiskey, then set it down. She grabbed an armchair from the small desk in the corner and pulled it forward, to face into the room. She settled herself down into it, spreading her legs comfortably. "Now, why don't you guys come over here and I can help you relax. Then we can really get the party going." She smiled at them, but then looked straight at Bob and crooked her finger at him. "Why don't we start with you, baby." The two Kens grinned at each other and laughed. Bob gulped and shuffled forward, helped along when Brunette Ken handed him a drink and grabbed his elbow, forcing him closer. He gulped down the drink as he got to Barbara. It was obvious to her that he had never done anything like this before. "Now, you just relax, Barbie is going to take care of everything!" Before he had a chance to bolt, Barbara had undone his belt and was working on his zipper. It was too late to bolt from the room! For twenty years he had stayed true to his wife, but it wasn't like a blowjob was really sex, was it? He looked down to watch Barbie finish undoing his pants and tugging them and his boxers down. Despite his nervousness, Bob had a decent sized erection when Barbara pulled his shorts down. She cupped his balls with her left hand while stroking his shaft with her right. Looking up at him, she cooed, "We're going to have some fun!" Opening her mouth, she wrapped her lips around his cockhead and slowly fed him inside. "Oh my God!", he gasped. While his wife would often suck his cock as a form of foreplay, she wasn't really all that good at it and hated to swallow. Barbie was sucking like a vacuum cleaner and was definitely trying to make him come! His hips started pumping towards her involuntarily. "Oh my God, oh my God..." The two Kens looked at each other in surprise. Bob was really getting into it, and Barbie looked to be a real talent in the cocksucking department. She was really good looking, nicely stacked, with a great set of legs, and now seemed to be a Hoover in heels. They quickly finished off their drinks and began unbuttoning their shirts. They were just finishing with them when their friend gasped and grunted and began to shake. Looking down, they could see Barbie was swallowing a heavy load. Finished, Barbara gave Bob a final lick, and then sat back in the chair, to work on her whiskey and water. Bob's come was a bit funky and harsh, but since when did a working girl complain? She swallowed her drink and smiled at the other two. "Who's next?" Both men managed to say, "Me first!", and all three of them laughed. Bob backed away from Barbara and both Kens came around to stand in front of her. They both quickly stripped off their shirts and undid their pants. When Barbara pulled their briefs down, they stayed there, side by side, erections pointing at her face. "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe! I just can't make up my mind!", she told them in as ditzy an accent as she could manage. Before they could reply, she reached out, to begin stroking Blonde Ken's cock with one hand, while the other pulled Brunette Ken's cock into her open mouth. She sucked him briefly, then switched to Blonde Ken. After a couple of quick sucks, she pulled back and looked up at them. "I just can't decide, so I'll just have to do you both at the same time!" Barbara leaned forward and began sucking off the two Kens, sucking one while fisting the other, then switching after a few minutes. Both men groaned with pleasure when she was working on them. Barbie was doing some top notch deep throat and could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Their blow jobs lasted longer than Bob's because she kept switching from one to the other, but within ten minutes she had coaxed loads from each of them. She kept them in place in front of her, massaging their drained balls and reviving them as she leaned back. "Where's your friend?", she asked. Brunette Ken gave her a startled look and looked around, unaware it was just the three of them. Blonde Ken replied, "I think he took off. He pulled his pants up and left a couple of minutes ago." "Is he coming back?" Blonde Ken shrugged. "I don't think so." Barbara stood up and drank some more of her whiskey. "Well, I hope you two are still horny, because I need some cock." She slipped between them and went into the bathroom. A moment later she returned with the tube of lubricant she had carried in her purse. She tossed that on the nightstand and crawled onto the king size bed. She kicked off her heels and lay back on the pillows, and then smiled at Brunette Ken, who had already gotten stiff. "Come over here, baby.", she said, licking her lips. Brunette Ken sat on the bed and twisted around towards her. Blonde Ken grinned and asked, "What about me?" Barbara patted the bed near her head. "You come on up here. I can make you happy, too" "I'll just bet you can!" He went around the bed and kicked off his remaining clothes and peeled off his socks. His friend had slipped off his pants and briefs, but was still wearing his socks, long black ones like in a bad porn movie from a century before. Brunette Ken crawled between Barbara's legs as she reached between them to spread her pussy lips and guide his erection inside. Within seconds he was pumping her pussy with long and hard strokes. Barbara moaned in appreciation, then turned her head to the side when she felt the bed shifting. Brunette Ken picked himself up on his outstretched arms, holding himself up and off of her and shifted position slightly, allowing his friend to get closer. Barbara twisted slightly under him, and Blonde Ken reached down, to grasp her shoulders and pull her face to the side. She opened her mouth and his semi-solid cock went in. "Man, this is some tight pussy!", announced Brunette Ken. "You are definitely going to be sloppy seconds when I fill it up." Blonde Ken laughed at this. "Fuck that shit. Barbie here brought some lube. Barbie likes to take it up the ass, don't you honey?" Barbara pulled back from the cock in her mouth, now stiff from her sucking. She moaned as her cunt was fucked, and said, "Oh, God, fuck me!" "You're going to like it even more in the ass, aren't you?", he pressed. "Yes, yes! I love it in the ass!" She turned back to gobble his cock some more. This was without a doubt the most debauched act she had ever participated in her life. She had had more men that last night at the spa in Georgia, but tonight, playing a whore, was a new low. Barbara shook with her come when Brunette Ken unloaded in her pussy and collapsed onto her, their sweat commingling as their chests heaved. His friend laughed and pulled his cock out of her mouth. "My turn! Move over, buddy!" He pushed at his friend's shoulder until he rolled off Barbara, onto his back on the bed. Blonde Ken grabbed the AstroGlide tube from the nightstand and tapped her hip. "Come on, Barbie, roll over and take it like a man!" Barbara groaned from the effort, but sat up and smiled. She twisted away from him and knelt on the bed next to her fucked out lover, lowering her head and shoulders to the pillows and arching her back. Her knees spread wide. Blonde Ken knelt behind her and was tempted to start fucking her while he worked the lube into her ass, but the thin stream of his friend's jism trickling down one thigh put him off the idea. He squirted the AstroGlide on her little rosebud and began working it in with two fingers; Barbara responded with several pleasant moans. A larger glob went onto his cock, and he stroked himself to a slippery stiffness. He crawled closer and aimed his cock at her asshole. As soon as he was in place, Barbara relaxed as much as possible. "Go slow, baby.", she asked. Blonde Ken's cock slid easily inside and Barbara pushed back against him, burying his cock up her rectum completely. "Oh, my God, that feels so good!", she cooed at him. "Fuck my ass, hard! I want you to come in my ass!" Blonde Ken wiped his greasy hands on the bed covers, then took hold of her hips. He began fucking her rear with long, slow strokes. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!", she begged. "You really dig this, don't you?", he marveled. Barbie was either the world's best actress or the whore really dug anal! "Yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me!" Barbara convulsed as another orgasm swept through her and collapsed forward onto the bed. Blonde Ken found himself being dragged forward, his cock still up her but as the hooker sagged bonelessly on the bed. Bringing his knees up on the outside of her thighs, he found himself straddling her. While he often fucked his wife in the pussy in this position, it was a first for an assfuck. Straddling her like this forced Barbie's thighs together, tightening her hole, increasing the incredible feeling for both of them. Barbara began whimpering as she came, her body twitching uncontrollably. Ken continued to ravage her ass until he gasped and slammed in, unloading a huge come into her bowels. He collapsed onto her back and clung to her for several minutes until his greasy soft cock slid out of her ass with a quiet POP. "That was something else!", he said. He rolled onto his back, with Barbara between the two men. "I'll say." Barbara glanced over at the second man. Brunette Ken had succumbed to the mix of sex and whiskey and was snoring. "I think your friend has called it a night." Blonde Ken raised his head. "Yeah, looks like. What about you?" "The party doesn't have to be over, but nothing else is happening until we both clean up, okay?" She twisted her head and kissed him on the cheek. She remembered reading something once that said prostitutes never kissed their clients on the lips. She carefully got to her knees and backed off the bed, then headed towards the bathroom. "I need to wash up, and so do you." Ken looked down between his legs at his come and lube covered crotch. "Yeah.", he agreed in semi-disgust. He watched Barbara head into the bath, then stood up. He poured himself another drink and wandered slowly towards the bathroom, sipping the drink. Once he was at the door, he drained the glass and set it aside, to open the door and slip inside. The water in the tub-shower unit was already running, and he could see Barbara through the frosted glass door, rubbing soap over her tits. He slid the door open and stepped inside with her. "Oooh, you came in to help?", she asked coyly. "You wash my back and I'll wash yours." "I don't know if we'll save any water, but I like the idea." She took the soap and began rubbing it across his chest. The two washed each other thoroughly, and they both ended up very clean and very horny. Barbara was on the verge of turning off the water and taking Blonde Ken back to the bed, when her partner took charge. Turning her to face the wall, he ordered, "Bend over and spread your legs." Barbara eagerly complied and looked over her shoulder at him. When she felt the drizzle of shampoo on her butt and his fingers working it into the asshole, she commented, "You really like to assfuck, don't you?" Ken positioned his cock at her asshole and slowly slid inside. "Who doesn't?", he quipped. Barbara gave a pleasant moan. "Mmmmm, I like it, but not everybody does." He began thrusting slowly. "Guys like it. Every guy ever born likes it. They might lie about it, but they want it." "What about your wife?", asked Barbara in a teasing tone. Ken began to fuck into her rear more vigorously, hammering his cock into her. It was like the mention of his wife had flipped a switch inside his head. "My wife is wonderful. She's absolutely beautiful, a perfect 10. She sucks and she fucks whenever and wherever I want her to. But she don't take it up the ass. 'It's not right! It's dirty! It's wrong!" Barbara moaned as her body responded to the savage thrusts of the cock impaling her bottom. "So whenever I'm away from home, I fuck in the ass!" Blonde Ken groaned and unloaded another torrent of come up Barbara's tail, and then pulled out and sagged against the wall. "That was nice. You still up for more party?", Barbara asked, turning to face him in the cramped tub. The water was quickly rinsing off this latest round of sex. Blonde Ken laughed. "I think we just broke it off. We've got a morning flight and I need some sleep." Barbara turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. "Call down to the front desk and get me a cab, please." He nodded and stepped out, taking the towel she proffered. "I'll be ready in ten minutes." He wrapped the towel around his waist and went into the bedroom. Barbara began drying off. It was time to go home and go back to being a divorced housewife again. ------- Chapter 28: Making Movies Bob Turner adjusted his tie and glanced at himself in the mirror, approving the results, though not without a degree of amusement. He and Paige were getting together with the Tallmans again, for another soft swing, with the added bonus of filming a movie. Paige had already left over an hour ago, but had given him explicit instructions. He was not to leave the house until after eight and was to wear a suit, dress shirt, socks, and loafers, and a pair of tight black boxers. She, on the other hand, had worn a rather old and worn pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and was carrying a pair of dressy heels. When he had asked her what was going on, she had replied that he had to be dressed for the movie, and that she would give him the script later on. He shook his head in disbelief. He was actually going to fuck his wife, on camera, with a script, while his neighbors watched. This was the most screwed up thing he had ever done! Bob grabbed his house keys and shoved them in his coat pocket, and then went out the door, locking it behind him. A minute later he was knocking at the front door of the Tallmans. Terri opened the door, though she avoided exposing herself to the street. "Hi, Bob. Come on in!", she said with a smile. Bob came inside and Terri quickly closed the door behind him, locking it. He noticed that she was wearing a long terry cloth robe, though she had on stockings and heels underneath it. Her hair was done up a little differently and her makeup was exaggerated, though not distastefully so. He looked around and saw the drapes had all been pulled shut. "Thanks. This is all very mysterious." She grinned. "Not really. It's just not something we want disturbed. Come on, we're doing this down in the basement." He nodded. "Off to the play room, right?" "Right!" Terri led the way to the basement door and went down, with Bob following behind. Downstairs he found Tom fiddling with a video camera at the bar. A large digital camera was sitting next to it, and a laptop computer was up and running as well. Tom was also wearing a large robe. "Hi, Bob! Thanks for coming over to help." Paige came out of the downstairs bathroom and came over as well. "Wow!", commented her husband. She had changed once she got to the Tallmans; now she was wearing a silvery sort of halter top that left her backs and sides almost totally exposed, and looked as if the faintest breeze would open the front, and a rather short miniskirt, pulled low on her hips and still threatening to expose her to the world. She had put on her high heels, an ankle-strapped pair. "You look ... terrific! Is that new?" "Not really. I borrowed it from Terri. You like?" She twirled in front of them, causing the skirt to fly up and the top to loosen. It was obvious she had skipped on the underwear. "Yeah!", he replied enthusiastically. "It's more than that, though..." Paige looked somewhat more exotic tonight. "That's why I came over early. Terri and I wanted to get cleaned up and do our hair and makeup special.", said Paige. Her husband just grunted in understanding and nodded. "Can I get you a drink, Bob?", asked Tom. "Rum punch?" He pointed at the drinks already made and being consumed. "You can take off your jacket for now. You won't need it until later." "Sure." Bob looked around and saw that all the others had done a round before he showed up. He also peeled off his suit coat and set it on a bar stool. "And maybe something stronger?", asked Terri. She held up a fat joint. Bob looked over at his wife curiously. They rarely did drugs, but marijuana wasn't unknown to them. When she smiled and nodded, he said, "Sure." Terri lit the joint and inhaled deeply, then passed it to Paige. From there it went to Bob and then to Tom. By then, Bob had his drink. The joint made a total of three passes before becoming too small to smoke. Bob took a healthy sip from his glass and felt the mellow glow of strong pot working on him. "So, how does this all work?" He and Paige were sitting at barstools while the Tallmans were standing, still wearing their bathrobes. He noticed that the stereo and television were off, so there was no background sounds. "Well, first off, this is for my website, so we need to do things in a certain order.", replied Terri. Bob shook his head. "I still can't believe you have a website!" "I bet you've been all through it though, haven't you?", asked Tom with a grin. "Maybe the two of you together?" Bob blushed bright red, although Paige giggled, and he took another quick drink to cover up his embarrassment. "So first, we're going to take some photos of me in my outfit and getting undressed. We'll also shoot a couple of real quick videos of me in my outfit as a tease. After that we get down to business. I'll suck off Tom while you two take photos and make a video of us. The it will be your turn.", continued Terri. "Our turn? I never agreed to be on your website!" "No, silly, they mean they'll video me giving you a blowjob. We'll be the only ones with a copy.", answered Paige. "Yeah.", agreed Tom. "Besides, if I ever put something like that up on the website, and didn't get a release signed by you, you would have our asses in court." "Anyway, after you two are finished, Tom will have had a chance to recuperate, and he's going to fuck me while you two do the camera and video thing again. The when we're finished, we'll shoot you two going at it.", finished Terri. "Okay.", he said "Maybe later, if we have the time and energy, Terri and I can fuck and then do you guys again.", commented Paige. It sounded like an awfully ambitious program to him, but Bob simply nodded in agreement. "And we go home with our movie on a DVD or something?" Tom nodded. "We can send you home with the raw video tonight, or Terri and Paige can edit it some night this week and we can do a more polished job." "This is fucking bizarre!", commented Bob. "I think I am going to need another drink.", he said with a smile. Tom made another round of rum punches and Terri broke out another joint and fired it up. Ten minutes later everyone was much more mellow and ready to get some action going. "Let's get started. Terri, come on over to the center of the room." Tom pointed at a wall where any pictures had been taken down from, so it looked very neutral and unremarkable. He picked up the video camera and asked, "Who wants to do the video?", looking at the Turners. Paige pushed her husband's arm. "Bob's done that! I'll handle the camera." Tom nodded and handed the camera to Paige. She looked it over and then went to Terri, who showed her how it worked. Meanwhile, Tom showed Bob how to work the video camera. This was the first time he had used a digital video camera; there were no tapes and it was very small and lightweight. He acted as the director, supervising as Bob and Paige took pictures and video of Terri moving around in front of them. "I think we're ready now. Terry?", he said. Terry nodded agreement and then took off her robe, tossing it to her husband, who set it aside out of sight. "I always take off anything restrictive at least a half hour before we shoot, so that things like bra and panty lines don't show up on camera." Bob's eyes opened at this. He had never considered that sort of thing before. Underneath the robe she was wearing a sheer black babydoll top, a tiny black garter belt, a sheer black thong that tied at the sides, thigh high black fishnet stockings, and black ankle-strapped stiletto heels. Both her husband and Bob whistled, and she pirouetted for them, then stood still in front of them. "Okay. First I want you, Bob, to film me as I make a tease video for the camera. The I'm going to start stripping, and for that I want you to film me and Paige, I want you to start taking pictures. Understand?" Bob glanced at his wife and then said, "Let's do it!" The booze and pot were working on him and making him horny as hell. The sooner this happened, the sooner Paige could take care of him! He put his eye to the lenspiece and flicked the camera switch on. As soon as the red Record light came up, he said, "Action!" "Hi guys, and you gals, too! It's me, Slutty Cathy, back for another fun night. I'm wearing a brand new outfit that a fan of mine bought me, and it's going to get a serious, serious workout tonight." Terri was speaking in her sultriest voice, running her hands across her body and cupping her breasts through the transparent fabric of the babydoll. "First, I'm going to take it off, slowly, or at least some of it. You'll have to see what I leave on. Then I'm going to get down on my knees and take care of Daniel, if you know what I mean. Then, afterwards, we're going to do something you've never seen me do before, and that you'll only be able to learn about in the member's section. It will be so much fun! So why don't you join me, and then you can join me. See you soon!" She finished by blowing a kiss to the camera. "Cut!", called Tom. "Tremendous, babe!" Suddenly they were back in the real world, and Terri stood up straight and grinned at the others. "How was it?", she asked. "I think I just came!", answered Paige, causing the others to laugh. "Good! That's the idea!" She came over and did the rewind feature on the video, watching and reviewing what she had done. "That's pretty good, Bob! You're going to have to shoot all my dirty movies." "Uh..." "Seriously, this is good. Doesn't look like the camera vibrated or moved, and you had me squarely in the center." She handed the camera back. "Ready for me to start stripping?" "Uh, sure. Do I just stand here or am I supposed to move around." Terri looked over at Tom and they both gave a silent shrug. "You can move, but do it slowly. Try not to get anything in the background, and certainly not Paige or Daniel." "Daniel?", asked Paige. "It's my middle name.", replied Tom. "Thomas Daniel Tallman. It's actually my grandfather's name." "What would he say about this?", asked Bob. "Hell, he outlived four wives. He was a horny old bastard! He'd have loved it!" Terri got into position and Bob started filming again. Beside him, he could hear the digital camera humming and clicking as Paige began shooting pictures. When her husband said, "Action!", Terri began slowly rubbing her hands over herself. First to go was the babydoll top, so that she was dancing around slowly, topless. Next she began masturbating herself, first by playing with her nipples and then by slipping a hand into the sheer panties. The panties came off next, as she slowly pulled the ties loose, first on the left and then on the right. She finished by dancing around in only her fishnets, heels and garter belt, as she used both hands between her legs. Finally Tom yelled "Cut!", and she visibly sagged. "That was intense!", she said. "Did you come?", asked Paige. "You couldn't tell? I thought the moans would give it away." "I wasn't sure. I've never done this before." "I need a drink." She moved to the bar as Tom took the cameras over to the computer. Bob followed and watched as Tom downloaded everything to the laptop. By the time he had finished, Terri had finished a small punch and was back to where she was performing. She motioned to the others and looked at her husband. "Honey, it's your turn." Tom smiled. "Right." Bob watched, mystified, as Tom brought an armchair over towards the 'stage' area. It wasn't actually an armchair, but more of a padded captain's chair. He took off his robe, to reveal that he was wearing a pair of clean white briefs, and his erection was pushing the front out on them. He sat down in the chair and asked his wife, "How's this look?" She stepped back and nodded. "That should be good." She turned to the Turners, who were watching the scene curiously, and then went over to the bar. She came back with the two cameras and handed them to Bob and Paige. "Now, we're going to do this a lot like the first shots. I'm going to do an intro tease, only this time with Tom in the picture. Then I'm going to start rubbing him through his shorts, then I'll peel them off, and then I'll suck him off, and you two are going to capture everything just like you did before." "Is this a facial or tit spray?", asked her husband. "Tonight I want to catch it in my mouth and show it on camera.", she replied. Turning back to the Turners, she remarked, "Sometimes I jerk Tom off onto my tits, sometimes he gives me a facial, sometimes I hold it in my mouth to show the camera." "Same thing with fucking. Sometimes we'll show a cream pie and sometimes I pull out and come on her pussy or ass.", commented Tom. "It sounds so businesslike.", said Paige. Terri shrugged. "Well, it is, but it's a business where we get to fuck and have orgasms. That's not a bad idea if you have to be in business, you know!" "You think this is weird? The weird part is the guys who send her stuff to wear. That outfit had to cost over a hundred bucks!", said Tom. "No the weird part is the guys who buy my used underwear! I simply don't understand that, at all! Jeez!", replied Terri. Bob gave a wry smile to his wife. "Do we just stand here and take shots like before?" Tom answered, "Actually, no. The focus here is on the action, so there's a lot of close-up work. In a lot of ways, in porn, the guy is just a prop. It's no big deal if my face is in the shot, but the fact is, if you have the camera focused on Terri working in my crotch, that will be best. That's why we got the captain's chair out." "I was wondering about that. Why that chair and not an armchair?" "The captain's chair doesn't block as much of the view. You can move around and watch from the side or over my shoulders. In fact, move around some, slowly, and get shots from different angles. We can edit out any bad shots. I'll let you know when I'm close and you can really focus on her getting me off." Terri had been rubbing her husband's crotch and his cock looked painfully stiff inside his tighty-whiteys. "Are we ready?" Tom and Paige lifted their cameras to their eyes and focused in. First one and then the other signaled they were ready. Terri gave the start signal and then looked up at the video camera from where she was kneeling at Tom's feet. She ostentatiously began rubbing the bulge in his shorts, and said, "Daniel has been an excellent hubby for the last few days. He's been licking my pussy almost non-stop, and I've been coming so hard! I thought it might be a good idea to return the favor, so he knows just how much I appreciate a good orgasm. If you come over to the member's section, you can watch as I show him just how much I do appreciate his efforts." She leaned in and kissed the bulge in his shorts. Looking back at the camera, she said, "I'll be waiting for you." After another second or two, Tom said, "Cut!" He stayed seated and looked at the display on the video camera, then showed the screen to Terri. "Good?" "Good enough. Ready to rock and roll?" "If I get any readier, I'll have to change my shorts." He looked up at Paige and Bob. "Ready?" Bob grinned and gave him a thumbs up, while Paige simply giggled and nodded. "Ready!" Terri turned back to her husband as she knelt between his outstretched legs. She rubbed the bulge in his briefs, eliciting a loud moan from him. "Oh, baby, you've been so good to me lately! Would you like me to be good to you?" She bent down and nuzzled and licked his cock through his underwear. "Oh, God, yes!", Tom said in a half-begging tone. "I think I'm going to be very good to you, baby. I think I'm going to suck your cock and lick your cock and play with your cock and then suck it some more, and then I'm going to make you come in my mouth, and then I'm going to swallow your come. Would you like that?" She continued to tease him. "You know I want that!" Bob slowly zoomed in on Tom's crotch as Terri tugged his brief's down. Tom's cock sprang upright, the cockhead bulbous and purple on the stiff shaft, as it came into view. She tugged his shorts off and tossed them to the side, and then put her hands on his cock and balls, and began to softly lick his cockshaft. "I love your cock so much, baby!", she purred. For the next ten minutes Bob and Paige snapped photos and videorecorded Terri's blowjob. The curious thing to Bob was how vocal they were. Neither had struck him as overly talkative during sex before, when they had partied together, but now she was giving a running commentary and he was giving instructions and loudly praising her efforts. This continued right up to the point where he began moaning loudly how close he was, and then that he was coming. Right on cue, Terri pulled back slightly and opened her mouth, and allowed her husband to squirt into her mouth and onto her lips. She showed the results to the camera and then swallowed. "Cut!", said Tom. Breathing heavily, he sagged back in his chair and grinned down at his wife. "That was pretty good, babe." "How did it come out on camera?", she asked, climbing to her feet. "I think it went all right, but we'll need to download it.", commented Bob. "I think I was about to run out of memory.", replied Paige. Terri took the cameras to the laptop and downloaded the results. The others watched over her shoulder and Tom said, "This is tremendous! You guys are a lot better at this than some of our other friends!" "You'll have to do this again!", laughed Terri. "Oh? You do this a lot?", asked Paige. "Not really. Video editing can be a pain, and when people are helping, it can often just end up in a group grope, you know? Still, people do it better than just a tripod or holding it yourself.", she replied. "Well, it damn well better be my turn now, or I'm going to explode!", complained Bob. "When can I get some action?!" The others laughed, but Tom said, "Let's get that started." He picked up the captain's chair and put that away, and then directed the others to a corner of the basement with the regular furniture still set up. "Have you read the script yet?" "This thing actually has a script?" Terri and Paige laughed loudly at this. "We worked on it for minutes and minutes!", said his wife. Bob snorted and rolled his eyes. "So, what goes on?" "Okay, you have to put your jacket back on and straighten your tie." She handed him his suit coat and waited for him to get ready. "Now, the setup is that you've just come home from work and I greet you. You complain about how stressed you are and I offer to help you relax." "You're kidding me, right?" "You were expecting War and Peace?", interjected Tom. Bob simply shook his head in disbelief. "So first I get you a drink and prance around a bit, then I sit on your lap, and then I pull your clothes off and suck you off, just like they did.", finished Paige. "You don't have to do anything!" "Not to get too personal, but are you guys very vocal in bed?", asked Tom. Bob stared at his friend for a moment. "Uh, no. She can be, sometimes, but not me. Why?" "Because nobody wants to watch silent porn. You need to let the audience know what you're doing and how it feels." "What? The audience is just me and Paige, and we'll know how we're feeling!", he protested. "Bob, just trust me on this. Start talking about what you're going to do and you'll really get into it." Bob shrugged and acquiesced. "So, like what do I say?" Terri responded, "That's easy! Just say what your wife is doing to you. If she's sucking your cock, go 'Suck me, honey, suck me!'. If she's on top and playing with her clit, say 'Rub your clit, rub your clit!' That's all that porn stars do." "You're kidding me, right?" "You don't really think they're movie stars, do you?" Bob shrugged and headed for the doorway. "So I just enter and say I'm home and you'll handle the rest?", he asked Paige. "You are going to be so relaxed!", she answered, which set the others to laughing. "I'd better be!" He walked over to the open stairway and climbed the stairs until he was out of sight. "Call me when you're ready!", he said loudly. Paige straightened her top and skirt, tucking everything back into place, and brushed the hair from her eyes. Terri and Tom had put their robes back on by now and Terri handed her husband the video camera. She positioned Paige near the bar and had Tom step back, so that Paige was in the shot. She looked things over, and then yelled, "Action!" Bob came down the stairway, calling out, "Honey, I'm home!" When he got to the bottom of the stairs he saw his wife at the bar and came over to her as she started towards him. However, off to the side, Terri was making 'Stop!' motions with her hands. Bob turned to look at her and asked, "What?" "I want you to stay at the foot of the stairs. Tom will shoot Paige going to you and bringing you back. I'll give you signals, but don't look at me or talk to me." Bob smiled at his wife. "Now we have a director!" The director shooed him up the stairs as the cinematographer erased the scene. Almost immediately after that, Terri yelled "Action!" a second time and Bob came back down the stairs, calling for Paige. This time he stayed at the foot of the stairs. Paige sashayed over to him, putting a lot of wiggle into her walk. She wrapped herself around him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him, in the process her microscopic skirt lifted up and showed the bottom of her ass. Tom caught it all on camera. Paige led her husband over to an armchair and pushed him into it, then settled down on his lap. She did not sit demurely, but with her legs spread apart, and showing a lot of cleavage, and Tom zoomed in on her. "So, honey, how was work? Still getting a lot of pressure from the boss?" Bob blinked in surprise. It was his turn to talk! "Uh, yeah, pressure, lots of pressure. It's very stressful!", he said a bit too loudly. Terri used her hands to signal 'Quiet' to him. 'I think you need to relax. Would you like a drink?", asked Paige. Bob nodded. "Uh, yeah, that'd be great.", he said in a more normal tone. Paige got up off his lap, putting everything on display again as she did so, the allowed her skirt to fall back into position as she went to the bar. Moments later she came back with a rum punch and handed it to him, and then settled back onto his lap. Bob thanked her and then sipped his drink. He looked at her curiously. Terri spoke up then. "Keep filming. Now, Bob, drink your drink and then set it down on the table. Then Paige is going to start up again." "I thought you couldn't talk." "We'll edit this out in post-production." Bob looked at his wife. "Now we have a producer, too." "Give me your drink. I'll help." She and Bob finished off the rum punch, and then she handed him the empty glass. She looked at Terri and asked, "Now?" Terri glanced over at Tom, who had caught everything, and then she looked back at the couple in the armchair. "Now!" Bob set his glass down on the table and looked at Paige. "Are you feeling more relaxed?", she asked him. "Well, that was good, but the stress is really bad. I just need something more to help me relax." Bob was starting to get into it and he smiled lewdly at his wife. "Well, I want to help you relax! Let's take off your jacket." She stayed on his lap as he managed to peel off his coat, and then settled against him, spreading her legs for the camera. "Your tie, too." This she worked off on her own. "And then maybe I should just keep going." She began to slowly unbutton his shirt, and as she did so, she leaned into him and began licking and nibbling at his neck and chest. Terri motioned towards Bob and pointed at her mouth, miming that he was talking. Bob's eyes widened at this, but he began talking. "Oh, that would definitely help me relax. What else do you think would help?" "Well, I think we need to remove your shirt first, don't you?" She had gotten his shirt undone and began working on his shirt sleeves. He helped as she began tugging the shirt from him. Once he was naked from the waist up, she ran her hands across his chest and down to his waist. "More?", she asked. "I still feel a lot of stress, babe!" Paige slipped down to the floor, licking her chest as she slid off him. "Maybe your shoes and socks should come off? Being barefoot often helps with stress." She began untying his shoelaces. "That's probably going to help.", he agreed. Paige pulled his shoes and socks off and then began a sensual foot massage. "That's really helping, honey, but just not enough." "Then maybe we need to work on something else?" Paige began rubbing her hands across the bulge in his trouser, eliciting a loud moan that had nothing to do with any acting. She quickly undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Bob lifted up enough for his wife to tug them off, leaving him sitting in the armchair in a small pair of black boxers, now bulging outward obscenely. "Still being bothered by the stress?" Bob croaked out a "Yes!" He wasn't sure how much longer he could last at this point. It would be ridiculous for him to pop off while still wearing these silly boxers. Maybe if he began working a math problem in his head... Paige continued, "Let's get this out of the way." She rubbed his boxers some more and then began tugging them down. The Fibonacci series — 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 ... Slowly Bob cooled down enough that he wouldn't come on his wife's face. "Oh, Bob, you have a lot of stress built up, I can tell!", she said as she gently traced her fingers on his shaft. "Oh, Jesus, suck my cock, suck my cock!", he cried out. Paige giggled as she began to slowly tongue him, stroking his shaft and tracing the balls of her fingers over his ballsac. Bob forgot about the camera. "Lick me, oh God, that's so good ... don't stop, keep going ... suck me, oh yeah, just like that ... don't stop ... keep it in your mouth ... oh, God!" Terri grinned over at her husband. While he had one eye on the couple in the armchair, viewing them through the eyepiece, the other eye was on his wife, the director. He grinned back at her. Bob was really getting into it! One of these days he and Paige would be up for some real swapping. "Oh, God ... I'm close ... I'm close, I'm going to come ... no, no..." Paige pulled back and loudly said, "Come in my mouth, baby. I love to swallow come!" Bob groaned and Paige went down on him, taking him in deep. "Oh, Jesus!", he cried with a gasp. Bob's hips tried to push up off the chair as spurts of jism raced up his cockshaft. Tom had crept closer and had the camera in tight on his crotch. Paige managed to pull back enough so that just his cockhead was in her mouth, and she held off swallowing as her mouth filled with come. She waited until he had finished and then pulled off him. Opening her mouth, she showed him the come in her mouth, and some drooled down over her lips. She swallowed what was left and then used her tongue and fingers to clean up what was left, as well as licking any traces off his cock. "Did that help?", she asked. "What? Huh?", he replied, somewhat dazed. Terri spoke up. "Hey, remember the movie? You feel better now but you still feel the stress, remember?" "Jesus, I don't feel any stress now!" Tom and Terri laughed loudly at this but Paige nudged him with a giggle. "Come on! The answer is that you still feel stressed out. That sets up round two." "Jesus Christ on a crutch!" Bob snorted and nodded at the others. "Action!" "Did that help?", repeated Paige. "Oh, honey, that was great, but there's just so much pressure at work. I still feel stressed out." "That's all right. I know an even better cure." She settled back on her heels and yelled, "Cut!" Tom pulled the camera away from his eye and grinned. "That looked pretty hot! I think you'll like it." "Quick, dirty, and very, very hot!', agreed Terri. "You're a nasty cocksucking bitch!", she said, complimenting their guest. Paige laughed and climbed to her feet, to take an impromptu bow. "Now what?" ------- Chapter 29: Round Two Tom made another round of rum punches and lit up another joint. "Something to keep us going.", he commented. Terri took her drink and brought the camera over to the computer and downloaded the latest movie. "Now we go to round two." She waited until Bob had stood up and slipped on his boxers again, and then handed him the video camera. Paige got the digital camera again. Now I get my ass reamed by 'Daniel' here and you two get to shoot us again." "Sounds good.", agreed Bob. "Are we doing this later on, too?", he asked his wife. "If you're good!" They watched curiously as Tom removed the captain's chair and placed an ottoman in the center of the 'stage' area. "Whenever you're ready, Terri.", he said. She grinned lewdly at him. "Are you ready?" Tom simply laughed and opened his robe, flashing his stiff erection at the others. Terri snickered and motioned him out of the way. She turned back to Bob and said, "Just like before, I want to do a little tease intro, and then we'll actually shoot the video." "Got it." "Now when we do the actual video, the two of you are going to want to do some closeups. We're going to start with a toy, and then Tom is going to fuck me. Bob, we don't want you to get Paige in the shot – vice versa, too, Paige - so keep an eye on where your partner is. If you end up alternating a bit, that's fine. Just try to both get some views of the final pop shot, okay?", she continued. "I hope so, but we'll just have to see. What happens if we screw it up?", he asked. "Well, you'll just have to come over some other time and watch me get my ass fucked again!", she said with a laugh. "You really got into it, huh?" "Big time!", she admitted. Terri knelt down at the Ottoman and moved up closer to it, so that her pussy was hidden. She motioned Bob to the side slightly, at a 45 degree angle, and he noticed through the lens of the camera that while you couldn't see her pussy, it was also obvious that her panties were gone. Now she only wore the garter belt, the stockings and the heels. "Ready?", she asked. "Ready!" Bob turned on the camera and began recording. "Action!" Terri looked into the lens of the video recorder and said, "Now you get to see something that I've never recorded before. This will be a first for me on the website. Just recently some friends of ours showed us just how much fun ass fucking could be. Since then, Daniel has reamed my ass several times, and it just keeps getting better! Now, in this member's only set, he'll fuck my tight little asshole on camera, for the very first time! Just remember, you can only see this if you're a member!" She waited another few moments and then yelled, "Cut!" Bob turned off the camera and looked around. He was already hard enough to fuck again, and as he glanced at Paige, he could tell that she was equally excited. Tom interrupted this train of thought, though, when he came around to stand behind his wife. He handed her a medium sized vibrator and a tube of KY, and then peeled off his robe. This was tossed off to the side and he knelt down nest to her. "I think the best way to do this is for us to start with me kneeling at the side of Terri, with you two on the opposite side, shooting us. I'll play with her with my fingers first, then use the vibrator, and then I'll get behind and put my cock in. When I'm about to pop, I'll pull out and jerk off on her ass.", he said. "You really do that?", asked Paige. Tom shrugged. "Only on camera. I'd much rather come inside her, no matter where, but that's what people want to see." Paige looked at her husband and they shrugged at each other. She could probably count the number of times Bob had pulled out and come on her on the fingers of one hand, and still had a few fingers left over! "This is going to be a little more disjointed than the other scene. Just keep shooting and we'll piece it together later.", Tom finished. Bob and Paige nodded and turned the cameras back on. "Action." Terri looked at the video camera again. "Some fuck buddies of ours introduced us to buttfucking recently. It's too bad they won't come on camera with us. She's absolutely gorgeous and he's hung like a fucking stallion, and they taste so good! Anyway, they taught Daniel and me how to assfuck and ever since they we've been making up for lost time! So now, you get to see us play on camera. Honey?" Tom leant down and kissed and licked Terri's ass, and then knelt upright again. From where Bob and Paige were standing, neither could see the spot on the floor where Tom kept the dildo and lube. Tom picked up the tube of KY and squirted some on his wife's tiny brown rosette and then hid the tube again. As his fingers began running up and down the crack of her ass, Terri began speaking again, With her eyes half closed, she moaned loudly and said, "Oh, honey, that's so good ... your fingers are driving me crazy ... I'm so sensitive back there ... it's almost better than when you play with my pussy ... it's like I have two clits now..." Bob alternated zooming in on Terri's rear and longer views showing Tom in the picture. Paige actually got several shots from an angle there it was obvious that Tom was stiffly erect. She thought that would probably be popular. After a few minutes, Tom pulled his fingers out of his wife's rear and squirted some more lube on her asshole. Now he pulled the vibrator out. Winking at the camera, he gave it a slight lick and then set it in the crack of her ass. He turned it on and Terri began moaning loudly. It wasn't all faked, either, as her complexion reddened and her skin flushed. After another short period Tom slowly slid it inside and then turned up the speed. "Oh God!, Oh God! I'm coming, I'm coming!", she wailed. He butt cheeks were quivering and her eyes were closed as she orgasmed. Tom gave her an extended orgasm before turning the speed down and allowing his wife to begin speaking again. Terri opened her eyes and stared at the camera. "Oh, sweet Jesus that was a big one, but it wasn't as big as the next one's going to be. I come the hardest with a cock in me!" She looked over her shoulder at her husband. "Fuck my asshole, baby!" Tom grinned. He left the dildo in Terri's ass as he squirted some lube on his hand and stroked his cock until it was greasy. Then he slipped up behind her and got into position. He waited until Paige had moved around to his other side before he went any further. With one hand holding his greasy stiff prick, the other pulled the toys from Terri's rear. He quickly slipped his cockhead into position and slowly pressed home. Terri wailed happily. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!", she demanded. Tom grabbed his wife's hips and began stroking in and out, picking up speed. Terri urged him on, practically babbling deliriously. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" The excitement was getting to Tom, much as it had for Bob earlier. "I'm getting close! I'm getting close!", he warned the others. Then, with a final, "Oh God!", Tom pulled his cock out of his wife's ass. Stroking it furiously he squirted several heavy ropes of come onto her rear. Terri moaned contentedly, and then she twisted around and kissed her husband. Bob yelled "Cut!" and turned off his camera. He glanced at Paige, who looked so worked up that her pussy looked as if it was leaking. He could feel his own pre-come leaking into the shorts he was wearing. He grinned as he looked at Tom and Terri, who were still snuggling and kissing. "I said, 'Cut!'" Tom snorted and sagged away from Terri, who flipped off the others with a good-natured finger. "Jesus! That was pretty intense.", she commented. She held her hand out to Tom, who pulled her to her feet. She stood for a moment catching her breath, then said, Excuse me while I take care of things." She headed towards the bathroom. "Paige followed. "I need to get ready, too." The two men watched their wives leave, and then Tom grabbed a bar towel and twisted away, to clean himself up some. "I sure hope you don't use that to wipe out any glasses.", commented Bob. "Hardly. Actually, I think I need to clean up as soon as they're done. When Paige was showing us the ropes, she didn't really explain the cleanup afterwards but, good God, is that necessary!" "She showed you the ropes?", asked Bob quizzically. Tom waved this off. "Yes, but not like that. She came over a few times and got into it with Terri, and then the last time, our first time, she was there when I did Terri the first time. That was last weekend." Bob thought about it. Paige had been gone for several hours that Saturday afternoon, and then when she got home she had been monstrously horny! Bob had needed to screw her ragged the rest of the day to keep her raging hormones under control. Of course, he hadn't really complained about the effort involved. "So we're fuck buddies now?" "You caught that, huh? Yeah, you've been promoted. Congratulations. Listen, half the stuff said or written on the site is bullshit, anyway. The viewers all live vicariously through us. We are the wild and crazy swingers fucking everything under the sun. Nobody wants to know that we're actually a couple of real estate agents who are horny." Bob snorted a laugh at this, shaking his head in amusement. After a bit, the bathroom door opened and the two women came out. Terri was in her bathrobe and Paige had touched up her makeup and hair. Tom grabbed his robe and moved along. "Give me five minutes!" Terri downloaded the camera images and video while Tom cleaned up, all the while raving about the quality of the work she glimpsed as she did so. When her husband came out she said, "Now, let's do you two." Bob nodded and asked Paige, "How were you planning this? On your knees like them?" "Uh, actually no. Terri and I were talking about that, and we want to stick with the script.", she replied. "The script?", laughed Bob. "Yeah, remember, I'm on your lap and asking if there's anything else I can do to relax you." "Right!", continued Terri, slipping back into her director's role. "I want her on your lap, you still naked, and I want you to slowly undress her and feel her up. Take your time, really work her over, you know. Finally, by the time she's naked, I want you two in a reverse cowgirl, with her on your lap, legs spread, both of you facing the camera, while Paige is riding you with your cock up her ass! Sound good?" "Sounds great, but there is no way I am going to be able to pull out and spray her.", Bob remarked. "No need, this is for you guys only.", answered Terri. "I love the feel of your cock in my ass as it starts squirting come, baby.", replied Paige. Bob gave a silent groan as he almost came in his boxers. "This won't take much longer than the last shot.", he commented. Tom grabbed the video camera as Terri moved Bob and Paige over to the armchair and positioned them on it. Like before, he told them that she would be giving them hand signals, and that they should both be very vocal about what was happening. Bob slipped off his boxers and kicked them aside, and then Terri climbed onto his lap, carefully moving so she didn't sit down on it awkwardly. Tom put the video camera to his eye. Grinning, he said, "Action, and I do mean action!" Terri giggled for a moment, and then motioned for Bob and Paige to get started. "Oh, Bob, I'm sorry I couldn't relax you more. I hate what the stress does to you. It's just not healthy! Can't I help you relax even more?" Bob began running his hands across his wife's body. He kept one on her bare back and the other on her legs, below the miniscule skirt, and replied, "You're so good to me. Just being with me helps." Paige rubbed her fingers across his chest. "No, honey, I need to help you even more!" "Honey, this is helping!" Bob moved a hand up under the scanty halter top and cupped one of his wife's full breasts. She gasped and moaned. "You're so beautiful. Your skin is so soft. I want to be with you constantly!' The hand on her back flicked open the ties holding the top on and it slipped down slowly, exposing her to the camera. "Oh, Bob, your hands feel so good on me! Don't stop!" Next, Bob slipped a hand under her skirt and Paige spread her legs lewdly, exposing her moist pink pussy to the camera. Tom got several nice close-ups as Bob fingered his wife's pussy and clit, all the while loudly telling her how good she felt, how smooth and soft her skin was, how watching her was relaxing him. He fingerfucked her for several more minutes, along with licking and nibbling on her neck and tits. "Oh, Bob, I want to make you even more relaxed.!", she begged him. Bob had to work at keeping from laughing, the dialogue was so ridiculous, and he buried his face in his wife's neck. Suddenly he considered giving her a hickey on camera! That would make for a great movie! "I want your ass, baby, I want your ass!", he demanded. "Yes, yes!", she squealed. Jumping up, she stripped off her skirt and straddled his legs in reverse. "Cut!", cried Terri. Bob couldn't believe he was supposed to stop now, but Terri came over and handed him the KY. "Here, use this, and then toss it out of view. We'll splice it together in post production. When you're ready, yell for us to start again." Then she stepped back out of the camera's view. Tom never took his camera off his neighbors, and in fact, hadn't even stopped the camera. As Terri had said, he could cut it during editing. Bob grinned as he greased up Paige, teetering over his lap, and then greased up his cock. He wiped some excess off discreetly and put his hands on her hips. "Ready!" Paige began settling back down onto his lap as Bob lined his cock up on the little brown ring of her asshole. "Oh, baby, I want your cock in my asshole! It's so good that way!", she cried out. She slowly settled down onto his lap as the close-up camera caught every inch working its way in deeper. The camera pulled back just as Paige cried out, "It's so fucking big in my ass!" "It's so hot and so tight!", agreed Bob. He began nuzzling Paige's neck as she squirmed on his trapped cock, which only set her off even more. He began to apply some suction to the side of her neck. "Oh, Bob, what are you doing to me?" "I'm giving you a hickey. I'm marking your neck!" Bob began sucking harder. Paige hadn't gotten a hickey in years. It was so juvenile – and so public! "Oh, Bob, no, you can't ... what will people think?" "They'll think you're a slut. A slut who probably got it while she was taking it up the ass. An ass slut!" He continued to suction her neck. Paige's body was on overload. She was bouncing on the cock stuffed up her ass, as Bob reached around to cup and fondle her tits, and her neck tingled as her husband kissed and sucked it. "Oh, God! What will I tell them?" "Tell them everything, how you're a slut who takes it up the ass!" He pulled his head away and saw he had the makings of an excellent hickey going on. Even better, it was high up enough that it would probably show above her collar. "Ass slut! Make me come, now!", he ordered. Paige wailed incomprehensibly as she bounced on his cock, with her hands between her legs, fingers on her clit. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me..." poured out of her, as her eyes were closed and a look a pure bliss was on her face. "Take it, bitch!", he cried and pulled her onto his lap, hard. Paige gasped as she felt his shuddering cock unloading into her rear passage. She sagged back against him as his orgasm swept into her. "Wow! Cut!", called out Terri. "No, not yet.", replied Paige. The others eyed her curiously, but Tom kept the camera filming. Terri looked over her shoulder at her husband. "Are you feeling more relaxed now?", she asked. "I feel very relaxed.", admitted Bob. She kissed him. "I was reading the other day that excessive levels of come in your balls can cause stress. I think that if I spend the rest of the weekend keeping your balls drained, by Monday you'll be able to handle the stress better. All right?" "All right!" "Cut!", cried out Paige, as the others began to laugh. "Cut, cut, cut!" ------- Paige cuddled up next to her husband in their bed. It had been well after midnight when the movie making had finished, and everyone was fucked out and tired. Bob had pulled his pants and shirt on, and bundled up everything else in a plastic bag. Paige had slipped into her t-shirt and sweatpants and left Terri's outfit behind. She carried her heels. They had both showered and changed into a pair of blue silk pajamas, he into the bottoms and she into the top, and were now laying in bed. "I can't believe you gave me a hickey!", protested Paige. Bob laughed. "I'm sure it's not the first one you've ever had." "That was when I was a teenager!" "Well, on the plus side, you don't have to hide it from your mother." "No, just my boss!" Bob laughed some more. "Just tell her how you got it." "Jesus, that would be all I need! So, did you have fun tonight?", she asked. "That was unreal.", he commented again. His wife giggled into his chest. "I think you've said that a dozen times already." "I just can't believe we did that!" "That's another thing you've said a dozen times!" Bob glanced over at her. The light on her nightstand was still on. "Are you looking to get smacked?" "Oh, my, is that our next movie? A little B&D? Some S&M? How kinky!" Bob snorted and laughed. "Only if I get to practice ahead of time." Paige laughed. "What makes you think it'd be you spanking me? Maybe I'll want to punish you!" "Let's not and say we did." Paige smiled, and then gave him a slightly more serious look. "Honey, I've been thinking. The next time, when we're with Tom and Terri, maybe we can do a little more?" "Like what?", he asked, eyeing her curiously. "Well, you know how we agreed not to swap or switch?", she asked sheepishly. He nodded, Paige's eyes were downcast as she continued. "Well, last Saturday, when I was over with them, showing them how to..." "What, did you do more than just tell them?", he asked. "No! No!", she loudly denied, but then she added, "Well not really." Her husband gave her a quizzical look. "I mean, I didn't suck him or fuck him..." "Well, then?" " ... but I did sort of play with him." "You sorted of played with him? How did you sort of do that?", asked Bob, trying hard not to laugh. Paige's eyes rolled. "Well, they were getting ready to fuck for the first time like that. She was kneeling and he was behind her and they were both naked – I was dressed! – and I had to show him how to get his cock all greasy and stiff, so I just squirted some KY on my hand and gave him a few strokes, and then I had him get close to Terri and I had him spread her buttcheeks while I aimed his cock at her and pushed it in." It all came out in a rush and she looked at her husband with a guilty face. She didn't mention how she had watched them fuck, pulling her shorts down and playing with herself as they screwed. Bob laughed loudly. "I don't think the judge is going to be too tough on you." He hugged her against his bare chest. "Uh, but it was a bit more..." He looked at her again. "I mean, it felt good, jerking his cock. I wanted to play with it, more." "So, at our next get-together, you want to swap?" "Uh, not all the way, just maybe some playing and oral.?", she asked quietly. "And what about me?" "Well, of course you and Terri can do the same. You can eat her out and she can suck you off. But you only get to fuck me!" Bob smiled at the thought of screwing around with his blonde neighbor. "You know, it's just a short step from a little fun with the neighbors to hosting gang bangs! Will you be able to control yourself?" Paige snorted and punched him lightly. "You pig! You'd probably like that!" Suspicious, she pushed the bed sheet down to see his erect cock tenting his pajama pants. "You're getting turned on by that!" Bob laughed and pushed his pants over. "Well, if you are planning on an oral swap party, we need to practice!" Paige undid her top and crawled over him, to swing her ass over his face for some sixty-nine. "Finally, we agree on something!" ------- Chapter 30: Not A First Date Barbara Blockings looked in the mirror for about the tenth time in the last ten minutes. Something just didn't seem right. She was on her third outfit since she had come home and showered, and it just didn't seem right. First there had been the halter top and denim skirt, then a knee length shirt dress, and now she was wearing a conservative sundress, and it just wasn't right. She reached behind her neck and undid the catch and zipper. It had been three weeks since the night she had run into Jerry at the restaurant and gone off with his three coworkers. It had seemed like a wild and crazy idea at the time, fun and a bit over the top, but the more she thought of it, the more she began to think it hadn't been such a good idea after all. Jerry had been good about it. He had called her at home the next day to check on her. She had asked if the insurance guys had said anything, and he had simply said that one of the Kens thought she was 'Awesome!' and had thanked him for the good time. When she had asked what he had said to that comment, he had just mumbled an agreement. Then he had asked her, before hanging up if she had been serious about his calling her when he lost the next ten pounds. Barbara had been surprised, but had shrugged to herself and said they could have a drink to celebrate. The following weekend she had dressed to go out with her friends from the support group and met with them, but despite a couple of offers from men at the singles bar they had gone to, had decided to go home alone. Last weekend she hadn't even gone out, and something just felt very odd to her. When Jerry had called her midweek and told her he had lost the weight, she had felt a quickness in her breath she hadn't felt in years, and had said she would meet him at an Applebee's near her house. The halter top and sundress made her look ... easy ... and the shirt dress seemed too business like. She went to her closet and pulled out a blouse and skirt combo that looked good, but not too formal. She had already pulled on some lacy white panties and bra. The blouse was a crisp white sleeveless wrap that hooked on either side; the skirt was a black and red print, calf length, wrapped and tied at the side. She slid into a pair of black pumps, not quite 'fuck me' heels, but not dowdy either. "What the fuck is the big deal?", she asked under her breath. "It's not like this is a date. I'm meeting my fucking ex-husband for a drink!" Jerry was already seated at the bar when she got there, still wearing his suit from the office, nervously watching for her as she came through the door. He waved her over and stood as she came closer. Both of them eyed each other curiously as they stood there. A kissed greeting was inappropriate with your ex, a handshake too ridiculous for somebody you spent over twenty years with. Barbara simply climbed onto the bar stool and Jerry climbed back onto his. "You look good, Barb. Is that new?", he asked, eyeing her curiously. He wasn't sure if she had worn it before. It looked familiar, but not really. His ex-wife gave him a wry shrug. "Not really, but it's been a while. I needed to lose a few pounds to make it fit right, so it's been in the closet." "Well it looks good on you." She nodded. "The blouse is actually fitted for me, so if I gain or lose weight, it kind of sags or bulges, you know." She blushed in embarrassment. "It's like I said, I needed to get back in shape." "You did, you did!", he enthusiastically agreed. "So, what about you? Did you actually lose the ten pounds? What are you down to?" It was Jerry's turn to blush redly. "Uh, well, sort of." He took a large swallow from his drink. "Uh, you can yell at me if you want, but I didn't quite lose all the ten pounds, I sort of rounded it up." Barbara raised an eyebrow at that, and he rushed on, "Well, I lost about another six, I mean six above what I had lost before, and I've leveled off. I don't know if I'll ever lose anything else!" Barbara eyed him critically. His gut was basically gone, along with the extra chin he had been working on, and his chest seemed a bit larger. "Have you been working out, Jerry?" "Yeah. Why?" "That's why. Muscle weighs more than fat." "Huh?" Barbara explained, "It's the exercise. You've been burning up the calories, but you've been converting some of the flab to muscle. You get thinner, but since muscle tissue has a higher density that fatty tissue, you don't lose all the weight. You're slimmer, but not lighter." "Uh, okay..." Jerry looked at her in confusion. It tool several minutes more of explanation for Barbara to get the idea through to him. He decided to check with the trainer at the gym the next time he was there. Did this mean he wouldn't lose more weight? Or what? "Angry with me about calling you before I lost the weight?", he asked sheepishly. Barbara finished off her drink and signaled the bartender to bring another. "Hell, Jerry, that doesn't make it into the minor leagues for lies. That's not even Little League. Let's face it, we've had a few World Series class whoppers, so that was nothing!" Jerry sighed and nodded. That hadn't been quite the response he was hoping for, but she hadn't left, either. Barbara stirred the ice remaining in her glass, then placed a hand on his at the bar. "I'm sorry, Jerry, that was out of line." "I earned it." "You did, but we can't keep dredging up the past. It was rude, if nothing else. I don't want us to be one of those couples who go out of their way to cause problems. I said it before, it takes two to screw up something as good as we had. I don't know why I said that, but it was out of line." "So why say it then?", he asked. Barbara shrugged. "To hurt you? Hell, I don't know, Jerry. I guess some things hurt so much that if you can't laugh about them, you can only cry." She saw him look away slightly and nod to himself. When he looked back, she went on, "I'm not trying to start a fight, but Jerry, what you did hurt me terribly. It's almost as if I can make you hurt then we even things out, but it doesn't work that way, does it?" "No, it doesn't. Was that why you went out with those guys that night?", he asked quietly. It was Barbara's turn to look away in an embarrassed silence. They both drank some more, and she said, "Yes. Maybe. I don't know, Jerry. Maybe it was, but maybe it was a mistake, too, you know? I think that was over the line, too." Jerry rolled his eyes. "More than the joke about the lies earlier, that's for sure! I couldn't fucking believe you did that!" "Did it hurt?" "Yes.", he replied. "Good. Now you know what it felt like." Barbara sighed. "I don't want to fight, Jerry." She sat for a second. "Have you ever heard from them?" "No. Why, did you want to?", he asked her with a quizzical look in his eyes. Barbara groaned. "Good lord, no! Just wondering if that sort of thing is going to follow me around for the rest of my life! I do not plan on being the company go-to girl." Jerry snorted. "No, that is not in the plans. If it ever happens again, and I'm not saying it will, I can get a pro. I haven't even heard from them since they landed in Cincinnati. I saw them for about a minute back in the office the next morning before they drove to the airport, and the only thing that was said was you were awesome." "Well, let's just leave it at that. I'm not sorry I did it, but I don't want to do it again. Or maybe I am sorry. I don't know." She saw her ex-husband eyeing her, and she continued, "It's not like it was bad, I mean from a technical perspective, but I don't think that's how I want to hurt you. I'll have to find some other way to tear your guts out." She smiled at that. Jerry laughed It was his turn to place a hand on hers. "If we can't joke about ripping each other's hearts out and stomping them on the floor, what can we joke about? Let's get a table and have dinner." Barbara nodded and Jerry flagged over the bartender. "How are the kids?" For the next two hours the two of them talked about just about everything, from how Rusty and Jeremy were doing in school and how Marcia was planning for college, to the latest gossip from Chrystal Court, to the equally odd gossip from his apartment block. It seemed like every time they had exhausted one subject they found another to talk about. After two hours they were dawdling over coffee, already having finished desserts and a first cup of coffee. Finally, Barbara set her cup down on the saucer. "So, it seems like you have a nice place." He smiled wanly. "It's all right. Would you like to come and see it?" Barbara looked in his eyes for a moment. "Jerry, are you asking me up to see your etchings?" Her ex-husband's eyes opened wide and he blushed deeply. "What!? No!", he protested, a protest that Barbara thought was a might too strong. Somebody doth protest too much, she thought to herself. "Well, Jerry, there is no way I am heading out to Polk City at this time of the night, so you can try and put some moves on me." Jerry looked sad, but tried to keep a stone face and didn't complain. "Let's just go across the street. There's a motel next door, and I don't see any reason to drive across Florida, do you?" He stared at her in disbelief, but then nodded, trying to keep the glee off his face. Jumping up and down on the table, shouting, 'Yes, yes, yes!' was not the image he wanted to present. "Sounds good to me." She stood. "Take care of the bill. I need to use the ladies room." She smiled and headed towards the other end of the restaurant. When Barbara came back, her ex-husband was signing the credit card slip. He stood and excused himself before heading towards the rest rooms. When he got out, Jerry found Barbara standing at the entrance. "Why don't I just follow you over. It will be simpler than you bringing me back over here later.", she said. Jerry simply nodded. His mouth was too dry to form words. Was she really going to follow him to a cheap motel room, or was she just screwing with his brain, planning on tearing off once they got out of the parking lot. He kept his eye on her as she pulled out of the parking. His worries were unnecessary; she sedately followed him through the parking lot, across the road, and into the parking lot of the motel. He parked and went inside while she waited in her car. Five minutes later he was back outside. He got back in his car and drove down to the far corner. She followed him and parked next to him. "This is the closest entrance.", he said. "Room 207." He held out his hand to her. Barbara stared at the outstretched hand briefly. What in the world was she doing?! She took his hand wordlessly and followed him to the door. He used his keycard on the entrance and opened it for her, and then led her up the stairwell to the second floor. Room 207 was three doors down on the left, and a swipe with the keycard opened that door as well. Barbara followed Jerry into the room. It was as Spartan as she had imagined, but otherwise clean and adequate. A king size bed dominated the small room, with a dresser with a television at one end bolted to it. A bathroom was tucked behind the door. No extra furniture, no chairs, no tables, no desks. Just enough for somebody to get some sleep or ... whatever. Jerry's hand tugged her inside as he flipped the light switch on. She found herself standing in front of the mirror over the dresser. She turned to face him as he closed the door and slipped the chain on the latch. She was suddenly speechless. Her mind whirled. She had been married to Jerry for over nineteen years; they had been together as a couple for over twenty. How many times had they been together? Thousands? Many thousands? And the other men, since she was a teen, how many hundreds or thousands of times had she been with a man, or a woman for that matter. She had never once been nervous about being with someone. Excited, happy, enthusiastic, giddy, crazy, even angry, but never scared, yet tonight she was suddenly nervous. She watched as he came over to her, and then jerked her hands to her waist, going for the catch on the side of her skirt. "Hey, let me.", he asked gently. "Please?" She nodded. "Okay.", she whispered. Jerry had taken his coat and tie off during dinner and had left them in the car. Now, as he came up to her, Barbara noted just how much more in shape he really was. While her ex wasn't a muscleman, he definitely had much more strength and appeal than before. He leaned forward and softly kissed her on the lips, and Barbara could feel her nipples crinkling and her pussy flooding in anticipation. Jerry leaned back again and moved his fingers to the side of her skirt where she had been trying to undo the catch. He nimbly undid the catch and allowed the skirt to slip to the floor. Barbara's eyes were closed as she breathed out softly, "At the sides.", when he asked where the catches were for her blouse. First one side was undone, and then he opened it enough to reach inside for the opposite button. This was unfastened and he peeled it off her lifeless arms and allowed it to drop to the floor. Barbara was standing in front of him in nothing more than her underwear and shoes. Jerry stepped back and looked her up and down. "You are so beautiful!", he exclaimed. Her shoes brought form and definition to her legs and hips. Her bra was a transparent white lace and so low cut her nipples were almost visible. Her panties were a matching white lace so sheer her shaved sex was completely visible through the wet and musky fabric. Barbara blushed and moved to turn away, but Jerry stopped her. With both hands cupping her face, he leaned back in and kissed her, long, thorough, and wet. Barbara could feel her panties filling to overflowing, so much so that she was sure that pussy juice was running freely down her thighs. She moaned at his touch, unable to breathe. She was so lost in the kiss she failed to notice how he expertly undid the front catch between her breasts and peeled her bra off. Wordlessly, he pulled away and led her to the edge of the bed and set her down. "Let me.", he repeated. Barbara mutely nodded and he pushed her back on the bed, with her legs hanging over the edge, and then knelt down on the floor. Barbara could smell her musk filling the air, but Jerry didn't say anything, or perhaps his actions were words enough. He eyed her sheer panties hungrily, almost salivating at the thought of what lay beneath. He reached out to her hips as she lifted them off the bed and he tugged them down her legs and off, to toss them aside, along with her pumps. She lay naked and open before him. Dying of anticipation, Barbara couldn't believe he didn't just crawl up next to her like she wanted him to. No, Jerry prolonged her agony! First he took her right foot and brought it up, to gently massage it and run the tip of his tongue along her instep. She shivered at the touch, and then moaned loudly when he repeated his actions on her left foot. Next were her ankles, as he put them over his shoulders, and Jerry began to slowly lick and nibble his way higher. It was an excruciating ecstasy to her as he slowly alternated legs, licking his way up her calves. When he got to the soft layer of skin behind her knees she was moaning; when he got to her lower thighs she was begging him to stop teasing; by the upper thighs she was begging for his cock in the crudest terms imaginable. While Barbara thrashed on the bed, Jerry slowly managed to free up a hand to undo the buttons on his shirt and the catch and zipper on his trousers. His shirt came off and his pants and underwear were pushed down, but he wasn't going to waste any time stopping to finish removing them. The scent of his ex-wife's pussy was maddening! Ending her torment, he brought his lips to hers and began licking the length of her slit, long licks that probed the musky juiciness and teased the little nubbin at the top. "Oh, sweet Jesus!", she wailed as she humped her hips up off the bed. Her hands were in his hair, trying to pull his face even deeper. When he brought his fingers up, to open the folds of her pussy lips up and to use his pussy juiced soaked fingers to probe her slit and her asshole, he wails got even louder. "Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod!" Jerry took Barbara through three massive orgasms before she had enough. She pulled her legs down off his shoulders and begged him to stop. "No more, let me rest a moment." Jerry nodded and sat back on his feet. He climbed up onto the bed at her side as she panted, laying there and watching him through half-slitted eyes. He took the opportunity to strip off his remaining clothing, and then lay back on the bed. Barbara crawled up alongside him and lay against him, an arm and a leg thrown possessively across him, and she reached down and held his painfully erect cock. "That was amazing!" Jerry smiled at this and twisted slightly to face her. "Did that wear you out or are we going to, well, you know?" Barbara laughed lightly. "You need to give an old lady a chance to get her breath!" Jerry responded by leaning over her and kissing her, using a lot of tongue, and Barbara could taste herself on his lips and face. His hands moved to her full breasts and she moaned into his mouth as her body responded. Moments later she was on her back with her legs spread wide, and Jerry was over her, positioning himself at her entrance. His mouth was still on hers as he pushed in with a single long and slow thrust and Barbara moaned as she came from his touch. "Oh, God, this is so good!", he moaned in a whisper. Barbara wrapped her arms around him tightly, and crossed her legs behind his. "Yes! Yes!", she gasped. Jerry had enough presence of mind to chuckle slightly. "I am never going to be able to last!", he commented, pausing in his thrusts at his deepest. Barbara wailed and tightened her hold on him. "Oh, God, just fuck me! I don't care!" Jerry's hips went into motion as her pussy writhed around his cock. He groaned again, this time from pleasure. He lay there on top of her, not even trying to lift himself up, as Barbara cried out underneath him and urged him on. He was right, of course, as he proved when he began pumping an almost unending stream of jism into her grasping cunt after just a few minutes more. Jerry lay gasping on top of her as Barbara slowly unwrapped her arms and legs from around him. After a few more seconds he raised up slightly. He looked down at her and smiled. "Wow!" He lifted up some more and slid off and to the side. "Wow is right.", she replied. It felt like her ex-husband had turned a fire hose lose inside her. "You must have been saving up for me.", she giggled. Jerry lay on his side and propped his head up on his arm. Giving her a wry smile, he said, "It's like I told you before, I haven't been with anybody since, well, since that night you served me the papers." Barbara turned her head towards his and searched his face. She then twisted around to face him. "Jesus, you were serious about that?" He nodded. "I mean, I know you said that, but I didn't really believe ... nobody?" Jerry shook his head. "Nobody." "Not even the dragon lady?" What the hell, Barbara thought to herself, if you can't joke about your ex-husband's hooker, what can you joke about? "Not even her.", he said with a smile. He rolled onto his back and extended an arm across her pillow. Barbara was silent for a moment. "That night, with the guys from your office..." Jerry gave a grunt at that, and she continued, " ... that night was the last for me, too.", she said quietly. Jerry turned his head towards her. "Oh?" He wasn't at all sure where the conversation was heading. She nodded sheepishly. "I mean, technically, physically, it was perfectly satisfying, but there was something missing. If all I am looking for is an orgasm, I should just stay home with a dildo. Does that make any sense to you?" She twisted around and stared at him solemnly. "Yes." He turned to face her fully. "The last few years, when I was with..." He hesitated a second. Barbara finished for him. "Your whore?" It came out harsh and hurtful. Jerry flinched but didn't argue. He had earned the pain. "Yeah, my whore. Anyway, all that time with her, it was only the physical pleasure. Meanwhile, even as I was doing that, I knew I was missing what we had all those years. That's the worst part of it all. Not that I was with someone else, but that by lying to you, I was destroying that thing which made what we were together special, and I knew it was happening at the time and couldn't stop myself." "This is so fucked up, Jerry." "Yes ... and no." He levered himself up on an elbow so that he was looking down on his ex-wife, and reached out with his free hand to cup one of her heavy breasts. Barbara shuddered at the touch, a flush coming across her chest. "Making love to you again, it felt like it did back when we still had that spark. It was more than just a fuck, wasn't it?" Barbara didn't know how to answer. A part of her wanted the physical release, but another part was afraid of growing too close to a man, any man, but especially this man. "Oh, Jerry, oh God, I..." his hand on her breast felt wonderful, and as his fingers played over her nipple she was losing the ability to think straight. It did feel amazing, and more than just another weekend fuck. Jerry lowered his lips to her tits, and Barbara simply whimpered. "Oh, Jerry..." Nothing more was said for the next half hour. Jerry proceeded to make love to his wife like they were still happily married. His hands roamed her body while his lips worked her tits over, alternating between her nipples and licking them until they glistened. His tongue trailed down to her navel, and then lower, to tease her clit. Then he worked his way back up her body, back to her tits, and then higher to her neck. Barbara gasped as he nuzzled her neck and ears, and allowed him to turn her away from him, so that he could kiss and lick across her shoulders. His hands continued their relentless caresses. They were laying on their sides, spooned up against each other, when Jerry's knee moved between her legs and lifted up. Moments later she felt his stiff cock probing for her spasming pussy and she angled her hips to allow his entry. Barbara gasped as he pushed forward. This was one of her favorite positions, and Jerry knew it. She had been with a number of men both before they had met and since the divorce, and several had had larger cocks, even the monstrous Jamaican cock she had enjoyed at the spa. Still, in this position, her husband's cock filled her to total completion, and she savored the fullness. She bucked back at him vigorously, luxuriating in one orgasm after another, until she felt the swell of his cock expanding and the jets of jism blasting into her from behind. Jerry was panting like a race horse and he fell away from her, collapsing onto the bed. Barbara turned over and snuggled up against him again. "That was pretty amazing. We really need to do that again!" "Any year now!", he asked. Barbara reached down and jiggled his come-soaked cock. "Do you need some motivation?", she asked with a laugh. She leaned closer and licked his ear lewdly. Jerry laughed at this. "No! Oxygen!" "I guess we do okay for old folks." She lay against him and listened as their breathing came back to normal. She wondered for a bit if they would end up falling asleep, but after a few minutes Jerry stirred. "That wasn't just another fuck." "No, it wasn't." Barbara reached down and began to slowly stroke his sticky cock, coaxing it back to life, and it slowly began to stiffen. She was silent as she thought about things, and Jerry seemed content to not push the issue. She sat up some, with her hand still playing in his crotch, and he looked at her. She shrugged slightly. "Jerry, I just don't know. I can barely think beyond tonight, let alone what will happen down the road. I hadn't exactly planned on this." "You didn't seem to mind the idea, though, and your bra and panties certainly weren't industrial strength.", he commented. "Jerry, I don't have anything industrial strength any longer. I'm not the same person I was before, either." "That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger?" "Maybe. I am stronger now, Jerry, you forced me to be stronger. I had to be stronger to live without you, and now I am stronger and I can live without you. I'm stronger and I like being stronger!" She said this with passion, but no anger, which gave Jerry some hope. "You're different.", he agreed. "There's a new you somehow and I like her even more." He looked down and saw he was still soft. He gave his ex a grin. "I think anything more is going to need motivation after all." Barbara snorted but bent down. She knew an awful lot about motivating her ex with her mouth. Once Jerry's cock was stiff and pointing at the ceiling of the motel room. Barbara lifted up and positioned her body over his midsection, holding his cock upright so that she could sit down on it. Jerry groaned as he was engulfed in her greasy heat again, and watched her tits jiggling as she moved into position. "God, this is good.", he sighed. Barbara lifted up and dropped back down slowly. "Jerry, we were always good at this, right up until the time came when we weren't good at all!" She rode him some more, and then smiled down at him. "But you're right, this is good!" Jerry reached up and began to toy with her tits and nipples, causing Barbara to moan happily. She began running her hands over his chest, and then leaned down to kiss him. "Why don't we do dinner again next Friday, and see if we do this as well then. See how that works, hmmm?" Jerry simply smiled and nodded. "I'd like that." ------- Chapter 31: Car Problems Georgia frowned as she approached her car. When she had parked it, her SL500 had been the only car in the aisle of the mall, and she had been able to park nose-in in the first non-handicapped spot near the entrance. Now she was boxed in on three sides. In front of her were three cars, on her passenger's side was a gigantic oversized black SUV with tinted windows, and on the driver's side was a monstrous and dilapidated white van belonging to a local plumbing contractor. Georgia slid between the van and her car, avoiding the filthy beast as best she could, and got behind the wheel, tossing her bags over onto the passenger's seat. She started the car and frowned again. She had absolutely no visibility backing up and no way of being seen by anybody until her tail end was out into the aisle. Putting the Mercedes into reverse, she began to inch her way backwards, praying that she would be seen by anybody moving through the parking lot. C-R-A-S-H!!! Georgia heard as much as she felt the sheet metal tearing, as the rear end of her car was pushed sideways. Shocked, she sat there in a daze until she heard somebody pounding on her passenger side window. "Are you all right?!", came through the glass, muffled. A very worried male face was peering through the window at her, his hands cupped around his face to shield him from the glare. She stared at him mutely. He pounded some more and repeated his question. "Are you all right?" This startled her enough so that Georgia came to life. She tried opening her door but was now pushed over so far that it wouldn't open. Instead she managed to find the button to lower the passenger side window. As soon as it opened enough the man outside leaned in and asked, his question a third time. "Are you all right?" Georgia blinked. She looked wildly around for a second before announcing, "Yes. What happened?" "Are you hurt? Can you move?" Shook her arms around and began crawling over the console towards the right. "I think so. Help me out." She hit the lock on the passenger door and the man immediately opened the door. He reached in and helped pull her out of the car. "What happened?", she asked again, looking at her rescuer. He was actually rather handsome, around six foot tall, with a strong build, and a thick mane of white hair and a matching mustache. He was darkly tanned and looked to be just a few years older than her, despite the near whiteness of his hair. He gave her a very sheepish look. "Sorry about that. I hit you as you were backing out. Are you okay? Did you hurt anything? Hit your head?" He was looking her over and into her eyes, but it seemed more like a checkup than that he was checking her out. "No, I'm fine. Wow! What happened?" She moved out to the aisle, where a small group of people were standing and staring. "Oh my God! You've killed my baby!", she wailed. The man looked around wildly, and then dove into the car, looking for a child, but there was none, nor any child seats or child related items. He backed out again and ran to her as she knelt down next to her crumpled rear quarter panel. "Your baby? There's a child? Where?", he asked, taking her arm. Georgia stared at him wildly for a second before laughing loudly. "Oh my God! I'm talking about my car! Oh God! Settle down!" She patted her Mercedes as the man visibly deflated and sagged against his front bumper, equally mangled. "Jesus, you had me scared there! I couldn't find any babies or children.", he said. Georgia laughed and patted his hand. "Sorry about that." She stopped as a small pickup truck showed up, flashing a yellow light and with a driver wearing a uniform. Everybody's head turned as it pulled up to the accident and the driver got out. Mall Security had shown up. "Everybody all right?", he asked. Georgia nodded. "I'm okay." She turned to the man who hit her. "You?" "I'm fine." He looked at the wreckage. It wasn't much, mostly just some body work, but neither car was driving away. "We're going to need a couple of tow trucks, though." The security guard eyed the damage. "Yeah." He pulled out a walkie-talkie and called into the mall office, and then went to the back of the pickup. He grabbed some safety cones and began blocking off the area. "Cops are on the way, too.", he added. The man looked at Georgia again. "I guess we'd better dig out our licenses and stuff. I'm Pierre Boulanger, by the way." He stuck out his hand. "Hell of a way to meet somebody, isn't it?" Georgia smiled. Pierre had a trace of an accent, not French, but something non-native, even though he pronounced his last name in the French style, Boo-lon-zhay. "Georgia Cummings. Nice to meet you too, I guess." She looked wryly at the two cars, noticing that Pierre drove a Mercedes himself, only in dark metallic blue compared to her silver. She turned away and reached in for her purse and to open her glove compartment, to root around for her registration and insurance card. When she climbed back out, she found Pierre moving around the two cars with what looked liked some sort of cell phone, stopping every few feet and holding it steady. In his left hand he carried his own paperwork. "What are you doing?", she asked. He turned and smiled, then held up the device and said "Smile!" Her smile was involuntary, followed by his "Got it!" Lowering his hand, he came over to her and held up the device. It was an Apple IPhone. "What is that?", she asked, curious. He came along beside her and showed her the screen. "It's my IPhone. I have an app on here that allows me to record details of an auto accident, take pictures, type in names and things, take a GPS coordinate of the accident, and automatically send it to my insurance agent." "Wow! Do you have accidents a lot? Do you need to do this often?" It was Pierre's turn to laugh. "No, this is the first time. It's free from my insurance company. I downloaded it when I renewed my insurance and now I get to use it." He stepped back a pace and took another picture of Georgia. "You need my picture for the insurance company?", she asked. Was that some new kind of regulation? He gave her a seductive grin. "That's for me! You're beautiful!" Georgia blushed, but was saved from a response by the arrival of an Orlando policeman. The next fifteen minutes were taken up with providing the police officer the details of the accident. By the time they were done with that a wrecker had arrived, along with the angry owner of the beat-up plumbing van that Georgia's car was pushed into. The cop stuck around until the plumber called to be picked up and had gone back into the mall. "Where'd ya' want ta go?", asked the tow truck driver. He was driving a flat bed truck with a winch on it. It looked like it could probably load both cars. He looked at Pierre as he asked this, since Bobby Lee Jones couldn't imagine a woman knowing what to do with a wreck. He was rather confused when Pierre looked at Georgia. "I have no idea! Where do we need to get these repaired? I'm not local, so I have no idea." "Uh, I got this at the dealership over on Millenia Boulevard, in South Orlando. I've always gotten my cars there.", said Georgia. Pierre nodded. "Do they do collision work? Are they any good?" Georgia shrugged. "I have no idea. They have a body shop, but I've never used it before.", she admitted. "But that's where you want yours to go?" When Georgia nodded, he turned to Bobby Lee. "We want both cars taken over to the Mercedes dealer on, where was it?", he asked, turning back to Georgia. "Millenia Boulevard.", she answered. "Millenia Boulevard. Will that be all right?" He pulled out a silver business card clip and handed a card to Bobby Lee. Bobby Lee nodded, happy to be dealing with a man. "No problem. I'll bill it through them." He took Pierre's card but just stuffed it into a pocket of his greasy coveralls. He could care less; it would all go through the dealer anyway. Georgia spoke up. "Do we need to ride with you?", she asked with a certain degree of trepidation. Bobby Lee's flat bed looked as dirty as he did, and Bobby Lee had just pulled out a pouch of Red Man chew. She, on the other hand, was wearing tight white jeans and a crisp white man-cut cotton blouse, with white high heeled sandals. Just being near Bobby Lee and his truck was making her feel grungy. Pierre smoothly interjected, "No, we're going into the mall and have lunch and a couple of drinks, and then we're going to take a cab over to the Mercedes place. I know my schedule is pretty much tied up by this, and unless you have some place you need to go, this sounds like a good way to spend the rest of the day." "Umm, okay." Georgia blinked at this. Had this very charming and seductive man just managed to make a lunch date with her? For some reason he looked very familiar, and she glanced at him another few times while they finished up with the wrecker. After a few minutes more, Pierre turned back towards her and gently reached out to touch Georgia's arm. With a finger on the back of her elbow, he steered her over towards the restaurant standing near the mall. "I think I could do with some lunch and a couple of drinks. Since neither one of us is going to be driving, that seems like a good idea." "That's true, isn't it.", she agreed. She smiled. After the morning so far, a couple of strong drinks sounded good! She allowed Pierre to guide her over to the restaurant, where he held the door for her. She stopped for a moment and looked at him closely. "For some reason, you look awfully familiar, but I can't for the life of me imagine why. Have we ever met?" Pierre shook his head. "Not that I'm aware. I spend most of my time in Miami or overseas. I've only been to Orlando a few times." They waited a minute for the hostess to seat them, and Georgia continued to eye him curiously. Finally, like a bolt from the blue it struck her, and her eyes opened wide. "Now I know who you remind me of! You are the spitting image of Cesar Romero, the movie star! Oh my God, how funny is that?" Pierre grinned at her as he sat across from her. "You are not the first to say that. After the first couple of times, I actually had to go out and rent a couple of his movies to see if it was true. I don't see it myself, but everyone else seems to think so." Georgia nodded and looked more critically at him. "It's awfully close. Your nose is a trifle off, and maybe the shade of the eyes, but you could almost be a double for him. You seem younger, though. He didn't go completely white until, well, I imagine it was a few years older than you." She blushed as she said this. "Is that a subtle way to ask my age?" Georgia blushed again. "I'm only fifty, but I've had the white hair since I turned thirty." Georgia looked amused at that. "Sort of like Steve Martin." "Something like that." The waitress came over and took their drink orders, leaving them with menus. "So other people have noted the resemblance?" Pierre laughed. "More than a few. I think the funniest time was back in Miami when I was in a bar one time and this flamingly gay guy saw me and thought I was the real Cesar Romero and started hitting on me. He didn't know the real Romero had been dead for ten years!" "No! You don't mean ... Cesar Romero was gay?! Oh my God! You're kidding me, right?" Pierre smiled broadly at this. "Oh, yes! I Googled it afterwards. It was quite well known around Hollywood at the time, but of course it wasn't something they let in the papers in those days. He was simply known as a 'confirmed bachelor.' Now I imagine it would be all over the Internet and the tabloids, but things were more civilized then, I suppose." He gave her another grin. "I really broke that poor fellow's heart." Georgia blushed at this. Over the next two hours, they had a total of three drinks and a very nice Cuban-American lunch, and she found herself telling Pierre far more about herself than she learned about him. By the time he got the waitress to order them a cab and paid for lunch, a sizable bill paid in cash, from a significant stash in his wallet, she felt like he knew her life story. She had told him that she was a widow, who her husband had been, and how he had left her out of the will but with enough insurance to pay for her Mercedes and house and keeping her comfortable. She was amazed that she had even told him that she had been at the mall to pick up some books at the children's bookstore for her nieces and nephews back in Memphis! She almost never told people where she was from. A light rain had started by the time they got to the front door, so they waited inside until the cab pulled up. Once it was there, Pierre dashed out and held the door for her, and they sped off to the dealership. By the time they got there, the brief shower was over. The damages to the two vehicles were relatively minor, but even minor damage to a Mercedes was expensive. For his car, Pierre simply ordered it repaired, stating he would leave it and come back to Orlando to pick it up in a few weeks time. He also offered to spot Georgia the deductible amount, so that she wouldn't be out of pocket on the accident. "Really, I'm the one who ran into you. I should pay." "Well, thank you very much! That would be very nice.", she said in surprise. "Chivalry isn't dead, is it?" "Never!" The service manager piped in at that point. "Mrs. Cummings, we can certainly repair your SL500, but it's going to be a few weeks and you'll need something to get around in. Have you given that any thought?" Georgia grimaced at this. "Not really. I suppose I need to call a rental place. I know my insurance covers it, at least partially, although they'll never spring to rent another Mercedes." "Well, let's talk about that a second.", he answered smoothly. At that point he called the sales manager in. This must have been a well used ploy to them, but an interesting one at that. They offered her a new SL550 as a 'loaner' until her car could be repaired, with the suggestion that if she really liked it, they would take her old car in on trade and cover the difference in rental costs. Of course she'd have to pay the difference in price, but really, it wasn't all that much considering it would be a new car, new warranty, new everything. Georgia was stumped at this. She hadn't even considered a new car. Hers was only a few years old and, until that morning, in mint condition! She looked over at Pierre and asked, "What do you think?" He made a noncommittal shrug. "There's certainly nothing wrong with the idea. It will save you the hassle of chasing down a rental and dealing with the repairs, but it's up to you." The sales manager had subtly steered her over to a new cherry red SL550 convertible. Georgia began eyeing it enviously. "Well, I..." she trailed off, running a finger over the door frame. "Perhaps you can just take it home for a few days and get a feel for how it handles. No commitment.", he suggested. "Uh, okay, I guess it couldn't hurt." She glanced over at Pierre, but got nothing from him but a smirking smile. She waggled a finger at him. "Don't start on me, mister. It's your fault I'm in this mess!" Pierre laughed loudly at this. "And I will make it up to you over dinner tonight." She snorted at this, but didn't gainsay him. She followed the sales manager to his office while Pierre wandered around the showroom looking at the other models. After another few minutes a small army of mechanics and technicians came out of the back, swarming over the car and preparing it, and opening the wide doors so it could be driven out and a new model set in its place. When Georgia reappeared with some paperwork and a set of keys, she said, "I'm just going to try it out for a few days, while they get some parts in." Pierre simply gave her a bland smile and nodded. He had seen enough smooth salesmen in his time to know that Georgia had just bought a car, whether she knew it or not. "Well, since you're driving now, you can drive me over to my hotel, where I will arrange a car of my own, and plan on picking you up later for dinner.", he replied. "Dinner? I thought you were joking. I wasn't really serious about making you take me to dinner! I don't really know anything about you!" "Oh, but I was serious about taking you out. Think of it this way. It will give you a chance to learn about me.", was the reply. Georgia blinked at that. "Oh, I suppose so. What should I wear?" Pierre's grin showed a nicely devilish side to him. "Every beautiful woman I've ever met owns a fancy red dress. It'll match your car!" Georgia smiled at this and nodded, then led the way to her 'loaner'. Georgia transferred her packages to her new car and drove Pierre to the Ritz-Carlton on the Central Florida Parkway. She thought to herself that her dinner date certainly had good taste, at least in his cars and hotels. What exactly did he do for a living? Would dinner be up to the same standard? He had promised to pick her up at half past seven, for an eight o'clock dinner, but hadn't told her where. Once she got home, she set her alarm clock and took a nap, to sleep off the stresses of the day. Pierre rode up the elevator to his suite and looked around. He had planned on leaving today, and had only been doing a few last minute errands before heading back to Miami. There really was no reason to change plans. First he sat down at his laptop, set up on a table in the sitting room. He worked for about half an hour and smiled to himself. Picking up the telephone, he summoned the concierge to his room. A minute later a discreet knock at the door signaled his arrival. Pierre opened the door. "Mr. Boulanger, how can we help you?" "I was planning on leaving earlier, but my schedule has been messed up, and I need your assistance." "Of course.", replied the concierge, managing to sound both concerned but not obsequious. "While I was out this morning, I had an accident in car." He held his hands up to calm the concierge and stop his concerned questions. "I'm fine and so is the lady I hit. However, I will need a limo for the evening, somebody who will not only drive us to dinner, but probably all the way home. I don't need one of those gigantic stretch jobs, but I would still like something with some leg room and privacy. Can do?" The concierge waved off the request as if it were beneath him. "Can do." "And I'll need reservations for two tonight, not here, but at a nice place, not ridiculously formal, but not cheap, either." "The lady's tastes?" Pierre scowled for a second at that, not really knowing, Still Georgia hadn't been a vegetarian at lunch..."A nice steak house ... there must be one in this town." "Consider it done. What time should I make it for?" Pierre gave the times and then requested a bell man an hour prior to his departure to help with his luggage and getting it to the limo. Finally, Pierre handed over a suit and dress shirt with instructions to have it returned, cleaned and pressed, as quickly as possible. Nothing was mentioned of the cost of these services or how they would be billed; it was understood that the price was in line with the Ritz-Carlton's charges and therefore expensive, and that the concierge would be fully compensated for his abilities. Georgia woke a little before six, slightly confused from her nap. Had she really agreed to a dinner date with the guy who had wrecked her car? She looked out the window to see the bright red convertible in her driveway and shook her head in amused disbelief. She had better get ready! First was a quick shower and touching up her legs and under arms, and everywhere in the middle. While she wasn't planning on doing anything with her date tonight, he had certainly been handsome and charming enough to make her think about it! She wrapped herself in a fluffy fleece robe and meandered out to her bedroom. What to wear? Pierre had specified a 'fancy red dress'. Georgia was a blonde, even if only by the grace of her hair stylist, and knew that the two best colors for her were black and red. She had several red dresses, some fancy and some not so fancy, and some so outrageous that they would never make it to dinner! She pulled several from her closet and began to sort through them. The first was a very formal evening gown – too formal, she thought. It was set aside. Likewise a little red minidress she hadn't worn in several years went back. She thought it still fit, but it wasn't the right signal to send tonight. Several others went back until she settled on a scarlet red cocktail dress that stopped a few inches above her knees, short but not extreme. It didn't dip all that low front and back, and had spaghetti straps to hold it up, so that her shoulders could be seen, along with her lack of tan lines. It was made from a slinky jersey material, but not so tight that it would show underwear lines. She had decided she was wearing underwear. Georgia smiled to herself. She might just be that kind of girl, but she didn't want Pierre to know it, at least not right away! Next came out a pair of high heeled pumps, stilettos, in a matching shade of red. Georgia was a firm believer in buying a pair of shoes for every nice dress. Underneath the dress would be a set of lingerie, a convertible lace bra which she removed the straps from, and a matching lace thong, both in red. They didn't match the dress perfectly, but Georgia also knew that any man who got that far, wouldn't be complaining about the color coordination, especially after he saw her in her sheer nude thigh-top stockings. She had a brand new package, not even opened yet, which would go nicely with the outfit. Georgia spent just as much time packing her handbag for the evening. It matched her shoes, and was a bit larger than a clutch purse, yet nowhere near as bulky as what she normally carried around. Her husband had always joked that she didn't carry around a purse as much as she toted a small suitcase. Tonight she pared down to the minimums, with just enough odds and ends to see her through a morning wake up call, if that was how the evening went. She wasn't sure of that, but Pierre was a very appealing gentleman, and if he was as charming at dinner as he had been at lunch ... well, it was something to prepare for. In addition to her wallet, she tossed in a few makeup items and a toothbrush, and then grabbed her cell phone before she could forget it... It was still a few minutes before Pierre was expected to pick her up when Georgia came down the stairs to her living room. Suddenly nervous, she debated pouring herself a stiff vodka. Would it calm her nerves or make her even more nervous? She stood before the sideboard where her liquor was kept, unable to decide, until a movement at the corner of her eye startled her. Turning her head, she saw a black limousine pulling up in front of the house. "Good lord!", she whispered to herself. She waited until she saw the chauffeur get out and open up the rear door, and her date stepped out. She had her front door open before he even made it up the steps. "I found the right place.", Pierre said with a smile. He was wearing a light charcoal suit, a black silk shirt, silver tie, and black loafers. "Yes, you did, but I wasn't quite expecting this!", she said, waving towards the limo. Her neighbor Paige Turner had just come home and was staring across the street, and Brenda's twins had managed to escape their father and were running across the lawn towards the big black car, their father in hot pursuit. Pierre simply laughed. "Are you ready?" "Let me get my purse and lock up." Georgia went back inside and grabbed her purse and key chain, and then came back out, twisting the lock on the doorknob shut as she did. She stuffed the keys in her purse and smiled. "Now I'm ready." Pierre crooked his arm towards her and she slipped her arm in his. "When you said you had to take care of getting a car, I thought you meant you were going to rent one!" Pierre laughed. "I did! I just went a little bit further and rented the driver, too! Say hello to Jerry." Jerry, the chauffeur, laughed and opened the rear door up for them. "Please, climb on in and watch your heads." Georgia smiled and shook her head. She waved goodbye to her neighbors and climbed into the back of the limo. It wasn't the first limousine she had been in, not by a long shot, but it had been several years. As she thought about it, the last limo she had been in had been at her husband's funeral. Each of his wives had a separate limo, a rather prescient gesture at the time, since his first two ex-wives hated each other passionately, but were united in their hatred of her. She looked around. Limousines came in a variety of sizes and layouts, running from simply stretched versions of a large Cadillac or Town Car, with a rear facing jump seat built in, to elaborate stretch jobs that could handle twenty. This model had the conventional rear seat, and a pair of short 'wing' seats on either side. There was a closed divider to the driver's compartment. Pierre climbed in after her and settled himself on the back seat next to Georgia. He nodded to the driver and smiled, and the door closed. Turning back to her, he took her hand and said, "I didn't have a chance to say it outside, but you look gorgeous! I love how you look in that dress!" Georgia blushed. "Thank you. You did say I should wear red." "I did, I did!", he laughed. "I should have gotten a red limo to match." Georgia gaped at that. "Do they even have red limos? I've never seen one!" Pierre had to think about that for a moment. "You know, neither have I, now that I think about it. Still, I mean, it's just a big car. You'd think they could make one in red. Still, all you ever see are black or white." "Or silver. I've seen silver.", commented Georgia. Pierre nodded. "You're right, silver, too. I would bet you can get a red limo in Hollywood. That sounds like the silly sort of thing they'd do out there." "Or Las Vegas. I lived there a couple of years, and there is no excess too excessive out there, believe me!" Pierre laughed at that. "How about some champagne?" He opened a side panel and exposed a small refrigerator. He pulled out a pair of champagne flutes and a bottle of chilled champagne. "This is the best part of hiring a car and driver. We'd never be able to do this if we were driving." Georgia's eyes widened as she saw the bottle. This wasn't the cheap stuff limo companies would provide to drunken wedding and prom parties. The bottle Pierre was opening was Dom Perignon, and there was at least one more bottle in the small refrigerator. "I'd love some, thank you." Pierre filled the glasses and handed one to Georgia. As she sipped the champagne, he thought about her. After he had gotten to his suite at the Ritz-Carlton, Pierre Boulanger had sat down with his computer and found out a considerable deal about Georgia Cummings. He was a wealthy man, and single, and many, many women had tried to get at his wallet through the front side of his pants. He had gotten quite wary over the years. Still, Georgia didn't really fit the profile of the gold digger. For one thing, she was too old. Though she looked to be no more than in her thirties, she was actually forty-five, and the average woman out to trap him was usually mid-twenties to early-thirties. Likewise, she was a widow, and while not rich, was at least well enough off to be able to own her own home and an expensive car. Besides, he had hit her; there had been no way she could have spotted him and 'arranged' an accident. Her history was also true. He had Googled her husband's name and found pictures of the two of them together at several charity events in New York before his death. Some of the tabloid stories were quite trashy, but not necessarily believable. They were lurid, but vague enough that almost anything could be covered. "I thought we'd try a nice steak house for dinner. Sound good?", he asked. "Oh, yes, that would be fine. Which one? I didn't think you spent much time in Orlando." "I don't.", he admitted. "I do, however, know how to ask the concierge, and he recommended one on West Sand Lake Road, I believe." "Ruth's Chris Steak House?", she asked. "Yes, that's the one. Have you ever been there? I gather it's a chain, but it's supposed to be good." Georgia nodded. "Yes, it's very nice. I'm surprised you haven't been to one before. They must have one in Miami." "I don't know ... can't say as I recall one, though." Pierre shrugged and poured some more champagne. Georgia nodded. "One of my brothers and his family were visiting last year. They usually come down every couple of years ... from Memphis, I think I told you I was from Memphis?" Pierre nodded, and Georgia continued, "Well, when they come down, I let them stay with me. They can spend their money at Disney or wherever, and not on motels, and I get to see my nieces and nephews. Well, the last time they were here, he took us out to dinner there. It's nice, fancy but not ridiculous, if you know what I mean." "The concierge gave it good marks. Is your brother the only relative you have?" Georgia shook her head. "No, I have a couple of brothers back home in Memphis. They're partners in a Honda dealership just outside of town, but we weren't real fancy growing up. It's like I told you at lunch. I'm just a girl from Memphis who had wanderlust. I love my family, but Memphis has to be the most boring place on the planet! The only thing that ever happened there was Elvis, and he's dead! After I graduated high school I loaded everything I owned in a rattletrap Chevy and headed west. You, on the other hand, haven't told me a thing about yourself! You said you'd do that at dinner." "And that should be any moment now. I think we're here." Pierre pointed towards the window. The steak house was just down the road now and the limousine was about to pull into the driveway. "Once we get inside, you can ask me anything you'd like." "Are you married?", she blurted out. "We're not inside yet, but no. No wife, no fiancé, no girlfriend, no mistress – I am quite unattached, at least other than my serious infatuation with you! We'll talk about that inside, too." Georgia blushed again. She held her questions until they got inside. It was a Thursday evening, and the weekday traffic was such that they were seated immediately, and their hostess took their drink orders, a pair of seven-and-sevens. Once the hostess had left, Georgia turned her eyes back to Pierre and announced, "Okay, question time!" Pierre laughed and said, "Ask anything you want." "Well, where are you from?" Before Pierre could answer, she continued, "You pronounce your name in the French style, and you have a bit of an accent, but not much." Pierre smiled and nodded. "Which tells you – what?" She gave him a thoughtful look. "Your English is excellent but you have a trace of an accent that didn't come from the U.S. But it's not from France either, I don't think, or at least not recently. Maybe you moved here when you were young." "Wow! You really are the detective. You almost had it right." "What's wrong? You're not French or that you came here years ago?" "I was born in Beirut.", he replied. "Beirut!? Lebanon!?", she asked, goggle-eyed. He nodded. "I was born to a family of rug merchants. When the civil war broke out in the mid 70s, we managed to get out. My mother had relatives here in America, so we came here. I was only fifteen at the time." "That must have been horrible!" Pierre gave her a curious look, and Georgia said, "Well, I mean leaving so suddenly, with nothing but the shirts on your backs, and all." "Oh, it wasn't quite that bad. My father could see what was happening, and he managed to sell the stock and the store for enough to get us out and set us up over here. We had passports, education, and could speak English. It was difficult but certainly not as bleak as you make it to be. We settled in Miami." "So you already could speak English? Was French your original language? Is that what they speak in Lebanon?" Something about that didn't seem right to Georgia. She had always though of Lebanon as being one of the Arab countries. Pierre gave a rather Gallic shrug. "I think technically it still is one of the languages, although most people speak Arabic." This was definitely confusing Georgia. "So, you speak Arabic, too?" "D'accord! French, English, Arabic, Farsi – that's Persian, Hebrew, Kurdish, Pashto – very useful in parts of Afghanistan, even a little bit of Punjabi and Baluchi, in case I'm ever in Pakistan." Georgia stared at him in disbelief. "I have a bit of a gift with languages. Give me a few weeks and I can speak almost any language, although I've never tried to learn the Oriental languages. Too difficult to read, I would imagine." "You speak all those?! Read and write, too?" Another shrug. "I'm not all that good at reading Hebrew or Farsi. I think it's that right-to-left thing they have going on. Still, they're all convenient in my business." "Which is what? Being a translator?" Georgia was fascinated by what Pierre was telling her. "No, no! The family business, like I said, we're rug merchants." "Rugs?" "What most Westerners call Persian carpets. My family would import and export carpets from Iran – Persia – and we still do.", he explained. "I've never met somebody who does that.", admitted Georgia. "I feel like I've fallen down the well. Is your whole family in the rug business?" Both stopped talking as their waitress brought their drinks and their menus, taking the time to describe the specials for the day. After she had left, Pierre turned to Georgia and asked, "Now where were we?" "You were telling me about the family business. Is your family in the business with you?" "No, it's just me. You see, I was the oldest son, the only son, really. There was my father, my mother, me, and then my two sisters. As the son, I was expected to take over for my father some day, so I ended up learning about rugs. Once we were established here in the States, my father started the business up again, teaching me. He still had all his old contacts in the Middle East, so we started right up again, importing and exporting Persian carpets. Now it's my business." "And the rest of your family? Are they in the business with you?", she asked. Pierre shook his head. "No. My father died about ten years ago and basically gave it to me, as long as I took care of my mother and my sisters. My mother has a nice house, and I gave a couple of very nice and expensive weddings and houses to my sisters, so my debt there is paid for. Now, my sisters are their husbands' problems and I keep an eye on my mother, but she's fairly low maintenance, so the business is effectively mine." "Well, I guess you do all right. I mean, you're driving a new Mercedes and staying at the Ritz. I wouldn't think selling rugs did that well.", she admitted. Pierre gave her a smile. "You're thinking of rugs, like something on the floor of your den or living room. We sell high end art. A ten foot by ten foot Tabriz in good condition can easily fetch $3,000 to $4,000, more if it is older. We often broker carpets. Historically valuable carpets with a reliable provenance can go for ten times that." Georgia stared at her dinner date. "Thirty to forty thousand dollars for a carpet?! Oh my God!" Pierre smiled. "That's because you are thinking of them as rugs, as something to wipe your shoes off on at the front door. Think of them as paintings that you can walk on. Quite a few are hung as wall ornaments and tapestries." "And you import and export them? From where?" "Well, from all over the Middle East, really. The historic center of the trade has always been in what was the Persian Empire, what is now Iran and Iraq and Turkistan. I travel over there several times a year. My last trip was for two weeks, last month, to Azerbaijan and Tabriz. I'll probably go back next month, to Pakistan, especially the Baluchi areas to the west." "Wow!" For the rest of their meal, Georgia peppered her date with questions about his background, Lebanon, Beirut, the Middle East, and the carpet business. For his part, Pierre found her interest both refreshing and comforting. Whenever he had been targeted by young hotties in the past, it was as if they had already investigated his background and his business so they could talk to him. It was obvious that Georgia was clueless about both carpets and the Middle East. By the time they finished dawdling over their Irish coffees, Georgia's perfume was having a powerful effect on him. Pierre didn't even glance at the bill, but simply handed over a platinum card. When the receipt came, he did look at it, but only to figure out a generous tip. He stood and took Georgia by the hand. He followed her outside, eyeing the hypnotic sway of her hips beneath the red jersey, and moved up behind her as they waited for Jerry to bring the car around. Wrapping his arms around her possessively, he nuzzled her neck and whispered, "I want you!" Georgia shivered. "Mmmm?" "Let's go back to my place." She tilted her head back and twisted it around so she could see him. She tried to kiss him, but ended up licking his ear and whispering back, "Yes!" If anything, she felt a physical demand for him even greater than his was for her. She had been right earlier in the day, over lunch; Pierre Boulanger was one seductive bastard! When Jerry pulled up, Pierre opened the rear door and helped Georgia inside. Jerry came around to finish the job, and Pierre spoke a few words to him, and then climbed in after Georgia. Jerry closed the door and trotted back to his side of the limousine. By the time he had the car in gear, Georgia had twisted on the seat next to Pierre and had moved eagerly into his arms. Her eyes were shut and they were kissing frantically, their hands moving over each other, and their tongues dueling. It was five minutes before either came up for air. "Come here and sit on my lap.", he said, patting his thighs. Georgia smiled and blushed. It had been more than a few years since she had been necking in the back seat of a car, though the limo they were in wasn't at all the same sort of car she had climbed into the back seat of in high school. In fact, during her marriage, she had more than once gotten nasty with her husband in the back seat of a limo. Giggling, she lifted up and swung onto his lap sideways, and Pierre's arms went around her. She threw an arm behind his neck, and asked, "Is this what you had in mind?" "Much nicer!", he admitted. Georgia laughed and moved her head back to kiss him, but at the last second she noticed something out the darkly tined windows. She looked up and realized they weren't on the way back to the Ritz-Carlton. Instead they were on Florida's Turnpike, headed south. Suddenly nervous, she looked at him and asked, "Pierre, why are we on the Turnpike, headed south? Aren't we going back to the Ritz?" Pierre smiled. "I thought I told you, I checked out this afternoon. My business was done. We're heading to my home." He kept his arms around her comfortably. "In Miami?" "Why not? You told me yourself you didn't have anything planned for tomorrow, or for the entire weekend, actually. Spend the weekend with me." Georgia gaped at him. All she had was the contents of her purse, her wallet with cash, credit cards, and driver's license, a toothbrush, a lipstick, a mini-compact, and her cell phone. Yet she had no reason not to go with him, and she definitely wanted to be with him. "Uhhhh..." "Spend the weekend with me. I'll take you shopping for whatever you need, and show you my store." He ran a hand up her back, bringing needy shivers to her. Georgia's reticence was disappearing quickly. She eyed him hungrily. "It will take us hours to get to Miami! I can't wait that long!" Pierre simply grinned. The hand behind her back flicked open the hook-and-eye at the top of the zipper running up the back of her dress. A second later a quiet zziippp sounded and cooler air hit Georgia's back. "Neither can I!" Georgia gasped. Her pussy flooded with juices as Pierre peeled the dress down off her arms so that it pooled around her waist. "Oh my God!", she exclaimed. Pierre eyed the exquisite treasures being barely kept hidden by the lace of Georgia's bra. "I agree!" He began tugging her dress lower and Georgia shifted on his lap, lifting up enough that Pierre could pull her dress off her completely and toss it aside. Now, dressed only in her bra, panties, stockings, and heels, she looked both exotic and vulnerable. "Mon dieu, you are absolutely gorgeous!" Georgia flushed in anticipation at his words, her nipples hardening even further and threatening to poke holes in the lace just barely covering them, and the scent of her womanhood seemingly overwhelming in the close confines of the passenger compartment. She began to undo his tie. "You're overdressed." "Don't worry about that." He grinned at her. "You remind me of an excellent Bordeaux right now." She gave him a very perplexed look. "What?" The hand behind her back flicked open the catch holding her bra on, dropping it to her lap and exposing her large breasts to his view. "One needs to open the wine bottle and let it breathe for awhile before savoring the flavor!" "Oh, God, that's so corny!", she replied, laughing. He shrugged and smiled, then leaned back in and began kissing her again. Georgia moaned and pressed herself against him. For the next half hour they kissed and necked furiously, and Georgia managed to undo most of his clothing. The only remaining piece that she had on, her lace thong, disappeared at the same time she managed to get his jacket and shirt off. She was very glad to get his pants off, since she was sure that she must have been leaving stains on his lap, she was leaking so much pussy juice. "I can't believe we're doing this!", she commented. She was still on his lap, but now wearing only her stockings and heels. He was totally naked and she had her hand on his cock, stroking it lightly. It was a very nice looking cock, long and thick, and surprisingly to her, uncircumcised. She ran a thumb over the exposed cockhead, a bright, throbbing purple, and swirled a droplet of pre-come over it. Pierre softly cursed in French. Georgia was driving him crazy! "No more!", he cried out. "I have to have you!" Placing his hands on her waist, he lifted her up and began twisting her around to face him. Georgia giggled and cooperated, crawling onto his lap, her knees straddling his legs, but stayed away from him. His cock pulsed between them and she continued to tease and torment him. She began using both hands on him. "What do you want, Pierre?", she whispered. "You, damn it, you!" "Don't you like this?" "You witch!" Pierre pulled her forward, but Georgia continued to coyly keep far enough away from him. It became too much for him. "Bitch!", he cried. Pulling her towards him one last time, he lifted the naked woman up and onto his lap, his cock easily entering her hot and greasy cunt. "Yes!" Georgia was in seventh heaven. This was the difference between a boy and a man. A man, a real man, knew how to really fuck a woman and make her want it with every bit of herself. She gasped and moaned as she moved over him. Pierre kept his hands on her hips, directing her frantic movements, but his face was buried in her tits, and he was alternating sucking and licking on them. "Yes, yes, yes!", she whimpered. She had lost track of her orgasms. Now it seemed like she was simply on a single non-stop come, with only highs and lows, and never a stop. Pierre gasped as Georgia bounced on the cock trapped inside her. "All weekend ... all weekend I am going to fuck you!", he told her. "I am going to keep you locked up and naked, and use you all day and all night! You won't be able to walk by next week!" "Fuck me, fuck me!", she demanded. Georgia tightened her pussy muscles, trapping Pierre inside her. It felt to him like she was trying to pull his cock out by the very root. It was amazing and too much. Crying out, he pulled her down onto his lap savagely, and tried to thrust up through her. Jism began spewing into the pussy which held him prisoner. He was babbling incoherently as he drained upwards, his back arching. Georgia could feel everything, and her final orgasm was massive. Her back arched as well, raising her nipples up to his mouth, and he licked them softly as she finished. After another moment, her breath ragged and her chest heaving, she leaned back away from him and said, "That was amazing!" Pierre theatrically crossed his eyes, then nodded. "Yeah!" Georgia stayed in position another moment or two, and then felt the cock inside her softening and slipping out. It felt like a lake was about to pour out of her. She scrambled upright and climbed off, but knelt on the floor of the limousine. "I can't sit down!" "What?" She blushed furiously. "I'm going to ruin the seat!" Pierre laughed. "I doubt it. This can't be the only time this has ever happened in a limo." "Pierre!" "Hold your horses." He looked around and found a box of tissues. It seemed inadequate, considering that it felt like he had pumped a couple of gallons inside her, but Georgia was pathetically grateful. She turned away shyly and cleaned up as best she could, but her face was still beet red when she turned back. "I still feel bad about sitting on the leather seats.", she admitted. "So don't!" Pierre sank down to the plush cut pile carpet on the floor of the limo and stretched out. He had plenty of room. He rolled up his clothing and made a pillow out of it, stuffed it under his head, and then motioned for her to join him. She snuggled against him, throwing a stocking-clad leg over his. "I feel so decadent!", she protested. "I'm sort of French. We're supposed to be decadent.", he answered. Georgia snorted. "All I can say is we better not have an accident! This would make for one hell of a headline! Maybe we should get dressed." "Non, non, non. I like you this way! It will be easier to take you again!" Georgia snuggled closer and licked his ear. "So you meant what you said earlier?" "Oui!" "Good!" ------- Chapter 32: A Long Weekend Pierre woke up slowly. The bedclothes were rumpled and bright sunlight was pouring through the windows. Slightly disoriented he sat up in the bed and ran his hands across his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and massaging his temples. It was certainly later than he normally woke, but as he opened his eyes and looked around the bedroom blearily, it all came back. A slight smile crept across his features. From the condition of the bed, it was obvious he hadn't been alone. He was in his Miami home, and the evening with Georgia wasn't simply a marvelously erotic dream. He couldn't help but grin at the remembrance. After their first bout on the ride down to Miami, he had stretched out naked on the floor of the limo, and Georgia had draped herself across him, snuggling against him. After talking, she had coaxed another erection from him, and had climbed onto him. This time she had lain over him, engulfing him, and had barely moved, allowing the movement of the big and heavy auto to move them. It had taken an exquisitely long time for her grasping cunt to pull another load surging upwards into her. Afterwards, they had dressed, although Pierre had stuffed their underwear into his coat pockets, and had opened the moon roof to air out the vehicle. Once they had gotten home, it had been too late and they had been too tired for a tour. He had simply taken her by the hand and led her upstairs. They had undressed and crawled into bed, and fell asleep in each other's arms before anything further could happen. Later, well after midnight, Pierre had woken spooned up behind Georgia, his stiff erection poking against her warm rump. Neither had said anything. Georgia had simply raised her leg and moved back against him; Pierre had angled his cock so that it slipped into her from behind. This was another slow and quiet session, but very enjoyable nevertheless. Looking around, he saw two piles of clothing, his and hers, on the floor near his dresser. The door to the bathroom was open, but there didn't seem to be any movement or sound, and she hadn't dressed, so she must be somewhere around the house. Pierre scratched his head and yawned loudly, and then swung his legs out of bed and stood up. He scratched his chest and ambled slowly off towards the bathroom. As he passed the door to the hall, he opened it and peered out. He couldn't hear anything, but he did catch a faint whiff of coffee. Nodding happily, he ambled into his bathroom. Twenty minutes later, Pierre had finished the shave and shower routine and was tossing his bath towel into the hamper. He wondered what to wear. Glancing back into the bedroom, he saw that Georgia hadn't put her dress back on, and he didn't see how she had taken anything from his closet. He didn't have any women's clothing from previous lovers. He shrugged to himself. He grabbed his robe off the back of the door and slipped it on. It was entirely possible that Georgia was wandering around downstairs in the nude. If so, he thought with a smile, he could join her. As he got to the bottom of the stairs, the smell of coffee made it obvious that Georgia had managed to figure out the kitchen and make a fresh pot. He could hear her voice as she talked to somebody in the living room. Turning left, he followed her voice, to find her curled up in an armchair, wearing something white, with a coffee cup in one hand and her cell phone in the other. She smiled at him and nodded. Pierre waved his fingers at her and went to the kitchen. The drip coffeemaker was set on warm, with a fresh pot of coffee. He retrieved a mug and poured himself some, black but sweetened, and headed back towards the living room. Georgia was giggling as she talked into her phone. "No! We haven't done that yet ... I don't know yet! ... Oh, you're so bad! ... No, I'm not going to call you and let you know! ... I can't say, he's about to come back in ... oh my God! No!" She glanced around and saw Pierre standing in the doorway idly watching her. She began to laugh. "No more, I'll talk to you on Monday! ... Yes, I told you, let the kids and their cousins use the pool. Just make sure you or Frank are there at all times ... No, it's not like they're going to bother me, will they? ... Got to go! Bye!" Georgia snapped her phone shut and twisted around as Pierre came into the room. "Sorry about that." Pierre smiled as he stepped closer. He had finally figured out what she was wearing, a lightweight white terry cloth beach cover-up his mother had given him once. It was short and short-sleeved, and he had accepted it graciously, not telling her that he really thought it was the gayest item of clothing he had ever seen! Now, seeing it on Georgia, he knew that his first impression was spot on; it looked far better on a woman than on a man. "Friend back home?" "My neighbor next door, letting her know where I was going to be this weekend." "And what haven't we done yet?", he teased. Georgia blushed deeply. "Never you mind! Once we do it, I'll let you know!" "Hmm, maybe we'll have to put the phone on speaker so she can know." Georgia stood and slipped the phone into a pocket of the beach cover-up. "Never you mind!" She picked up her coffee cup. "Did I make it the way you like?" She moved towards the kitchen. Pierre stopped her as she passed him and turned her to face him, and then gave her a quick and tender kiss. She moaned pleasantly before pushing him away. "Don't get me started unless you want to use that speaker phone. Besides, I'm hungry. Food now, that later." Pierre laughed and followed her into the kitchen. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind. What do you want for breakfast?" Georgia climbed onto a barstool, an action which Pierre heartily approved of. The beach cover-up was like a short robe with a zippered front and an elastic waist, and a small hood which was hanging down her back. It was very snug, molding itself to her body and very short, barely covering her rear, and if Georgia hadn't been crossing her legs, Pierre's physical reaction would have been embarrassing in the extreme. She gave him a slightly perplexed look. "Well, actually, it's kind of late for breakfast, isn't it?" He glanced at the wall clock. "Ten-thirty, just in time for brunch. More coffee?" "I'm on my second cup already.", she confessed. "That's really good coffee! Much better than Starbucks." Pierre snorted in derision. "Starbucks! The Arabs have been brewing coffee since before Columbus ever set sail. Don't be surprised if you get better coffee in the Middle East than in the rest of the world." "Really? I thought coffee was invented in Columbia?" Pierre shook his head. "Ethiopia. Did you know that the first coffee houses in Europe date back to when the Turks invaded Vienna? When they got kicked back out, they left behind all this coffee, and some enterprising fellow stole it all and opened a coffee house." "That's fascinating! So what do we eat?" Pierre opened his refrigerator. "How about a nice big bowl of a very nice fruit salad? Maybe with some mimosas?" "Now that sounds decadent!" Pierre began pulling ingredients from the refrigerator. "Doesn't it, though? Still, it kind of goes along with my overall plan for the weekend." "Oh?" He leered at her. "Yes. I intend to ravish you over and over and use you for every decadent pleasure I can imagine before sending you home, ruined for the touch of any other man!" Georgia laughed at this. "Oh my God! That is so corny! Besides, what makes you think you can pull that off? I told Brenda I was planning on leaving you a weakened shell of a man, as dry as a corn husk left too long in the sun." "Now who's being corny.", laughed Pierre. He spooned two bowls of fruit salad from a dish already prepared in the refrigerator, and then poured some champagne into a pair of flutes, topping them off with fresh orange juice. "So who's Brenda?", he asked. "She's my next door neighbor. That's who I was talking to just now. Those were her boys staring at the limo the other day." "Oh, yes, I remember them. Are they twins or just look alike?", he asked. "Oh, no, they're twins all right! She'll be older than I am by the time she gets those two out of her hair! She has family staying with her for the week visiting Disney and I told her she could use my pool with them." "They live next to you?" Georgia nodded. "There's Brenda and Frank and their boys, then down at the end is Barbara and her kids – she just got divorced and they're all teens, but I think she's started to see somebody – and, oh, across from Brenda and Frank are Terri and Tom, they don't have any kids, they're real estate agents, and across from us is Paige – did you see her when we left?" Pierre smiled at the torrent of information coming forth. "No, I don't think so." "She's the youngest of us. She and her husband Bob are thinking about having some kids of their own and they are spending the weekend in Daytona Beach practicing.", she said. "Oh? Practicing? Is that what they call it now?" Georgia waggled her eyebrows lewdly at him. "I think you know exactly what they call it. Sort of like what we're practicing this weekend, only without the children portion of the program!" Pierre sipped some more of his mimosa. "You've never had any children?" Georgia shook her head. "You?" "No. Never been married." "Well, one doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the other, but, anyway, no. I was married, like I told you, but he was quite a bit older than me and had already had a couple of wives and two sets of children and had gotten himself snipped." She made a scissors movement with her fingers. "Then, after he died, I was too old." "You're not old..." sputtered Pierre, but Georgia laid a hand on his and smiled. "For that, I am. I was. Paige and Brenda did it right, while they were still in their twenties. I don't mind. I have two nephews and two nieces and I get to spoil them rotten when I see them and I can send them back to their owners when I don't. What about you?" "Well, pretty much the same thing. I guess I never met the right lady. When I was younger I was so consumed building my business, and now that I have it in a good place, I don't want some twenty-something with eyes on my wallet looking for a payoff." Georgia gave him a wry smile, and handed over her flute for a refill. "What makes you think I'm not looking for a payoff?" Pierre grinned. "Permission to speak freely?" "Sure." "That Mercedes of yours." "Huh?", she replied, confused. "Those little hotties looking for a sugar daddy are not driving around in Mercedes convertibles. That told me you were a woman of some degree of substance and independence. I was right, too, wasn't I?" Georgia laughed at the frank admission. "Yeah, you were!" She pushed away her empty bowl of fruit salad. "So who makes the fruit salad? Or are you a gourmet cook as well?" "Not really. Actually Consuela, my mother's housekeeper, comes over a couple of times a week to stock the fridge and clean up. I think my mother thinks that without her supervision I will quietly die of starvation and neglect. She also reports to my mother everything I do." Georgia laughed again. She stood up and picked up her flute. "Okay, so show me around. Last night we just went upstairs, and I haven't seen your house at all!" Pierre topped off his drink and climbed off his bar stool. "Sounds good." Pierre topped off their drinks and led Georgia through the house. It was a very modernistic building, with several levels, multiple stairs, lots of concrete and glass and stainless steel. Along the way, as they went from room to room, Pierre showed her examples of various Oriental carpets being used as wall hangings and tapestries. Several times a strange look came over Georgia's face and she looked around wildly. Finally she stopped and said, "I've seen this house before!" Pierre grinned broadly. "Where?" She looked at him curiously. "I don't know, but for some reason I've seen this house!" "But you've never been here, right?" "No." She eyed his broad grin warily. "You know something. What are you up to?" "Moi?" "Yes, you! You know why it looks familiar!" Pierre laughed. "Perhaps you've seen a home like this on television or the movies?" "No, no, nothing like that..." Georgia looked around wildly. "That's it! I have seen it on TV, but where?!" "I hate to say it, dear, but you are dating yourself. This house was used on Miami Vice. It was a drug lord's house in several episodes. There were several big gun battles around the swimming pool. Lots of blood in the water!", he answered with a laugh. "That's it! That's it! How did you get it?", she asked. "I bought it.", Pierre answered with a shrug. "You bought a TV house?" "No, I bought a house that had been on TV. You don't think they actually built a house like this just so they could shoot it up for an episode of a television show, do you?" Georgia looked at him blankly. "Well, I don't know. I never thought about it. I always thought it was just sets and fake stuff." Pierre nodded in understanding. "Well, sometimes it is, if it's a regular location for a show. They'll build a special set on a sound stage. Still, a lot of movies and TV shows in exotic locations, they'll find a real home and set up and shoot at the house." "Really?" He nodded again. "You ever see the James Bond movie Diamonds Are Forever?" When Georgia nodded, Pierre continued. "Remember the house where Jimmy Dean was being held captive? Sort of a modern place like this, on a cliff? Just like this, a rented real home. The movie people come in for a week or two and you move out, lock, stock, and barrel, and they'll pay for everything, including enough money to make it all worthwhile." "Wow! How much is enough to make it worthwhile?", she asked. "I don't know for sure, but I have heard that there is this college fraternity in Troy, New York, that actually owns a Victorian era mansion that is so perfectly maintained that every few years Hollywood producers come in and rent it out for period movies, and they pay so much money that these college kids live in the most expensive house in the city for almost nothing!" "Holy shit!" "Yeah!" Pierre led Georgia back to the kitchen, where he poured the last of the mimosas into their flutes, and then led her out to the back yard. There was a small swimming pool, a pool house, and a flawlessly maintained back yard with the grounds carefully sculptured and laid out so that the rear of the home had a beautiful view to one of the inland waterways, but the pool area was hidden from view. "It's beautiful!", said Georgia. "I feel like swimming. Can we?" "Sure, but I don't have a suit on." Georgia smiled and tugged the zipper down on her beach cover-up. "Neither do I." She set down her champagne flute and peeled off the cover-up, to stand seductively in front of him. "I don't mind if you don't." Pierre feasted his eyes on her nakedness. It hadn't been completely apparent the night before, but in the light of day it was obvious that Georgia's deep golden tan was total and all over, without a hint of tan lines or the unhealthy color of a spray-on tan. "No, I don't mind, but I suspect I'm going to be swimming with a bit of a rudder problem." He could already feel his erection beginning to tent out the front of his bathrobe. "Well, maybe I can help with that.", she replied coyly. Georgia reached inside his robe and fondled Pierre to stiffness. "Why don't we get in the pool first?" She continued tugging on his cock shaft and Pierre was compelled to strip off his robe and toss it aside. She backed up to the pool and let him go, and then slipped into the water. Pierre grinned and jumped in after her. He followed her towards the shallow end, where she was standing seductively at the side of the pool, exposed from the waist up. He slowly breast stroked towards her, and then stood in front of her. "I suppose that was one way of fixing the problem." The cool water of the pool had cancelled out his erection. "Don't be so sure of that.", she replied coyly. Her hands went down between them and promptly brought him back to life. "I think I still have to do something about this problem, don't you?" The sensations felt delightful to Pierre and it was all he could do to simply nod and mumble his assent. Georgia had one hand tugging and stroking his cockshaft while the other reached below and was gently fondling his ballsac. He reached out and began tweaking her nipples in the hope it would distract her, but that didn't seem to have the effect he had been hoping for. Instead, as her nipples perked up and she moaned, the sight and sounds began pushing him closer to ejaculation. "If you keep doing that, we're going to have an accident in the pool.", he commented. Georgia laughed. "I'd hate for that to happen! Sit up on the edge of the pool and I'll prevent that." She gave him a final quick tug, causing him to groan, and then stepped back. Pierre moved back against the side of the pool and levered himself out, to sit on the edge with his feet dangling in the water. His legs were spread and his cock was gloriously erect. "We still have a problem.", he commented. "Not for long!" Georgia stepped back up to him, between his widespread legs, and resumed playing with his cock and balls, although now she began softly licking and suckling on his cockhead. "Oh, sweet Jesus!", he exclaimed quietly. Georgia giggled. She could already taste the pre-come flowing freely from his cock and it had a pleasant, almost sweet flavor. This had been one of the questions that Brenda had asked her earlier, just before Pierre had come in, and she hadn't had a chance to tell her friend that she didn't know yet. She looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes, and said, "No, I don't think this is going to be a problem for very long, not at all." Her tongue snaked out to lick underneath his glans, toying with his frenulum, eliciting another groan. "No, not long at all." "Oh, Jesus, don't be mean!", he begged her. Georgia giggled again, and then began sucking on the very tip of his cock, as she began using her hands to stroke him, occasionally in unison, but more often first with the left and then with the right. Pierre continued to beg her to finish him off, and his hands were in her hair, trying to push his cock even further into her mouth, but she resisted him. Finally, as his cock swelled up and his balls tightened beneath, he gasped out a plea not to stop and salty sweet come flooded from him into her mouth. "Oh, God, don't stop, don't stop, take it, just like that, oh God...", came weakly from him. Georgia pumped him until the last dribble of come hit her tongue, and then swallowed ostentatiously and stepped back. "I think that cured the rudder problem. What do you think?" Pierre snorted and bent himself forward, looking down on her in the pool. "I think it's cured for the rest of the day." "Well, we'll just have to see about that." She pulled his face down to hers, kissing him deeply and Pierre could taste remnants of his jism on her lips. Suddenly, Georgia released him, but pulled him by the arms and braced her legs against the side of the pool. Straightening out, she easily pulled him off-balance, and he tumbled forward into the water. She laughed as she backpedaled away from him. Pierre sputtered as he surfaced. "You are going to get it for that!" Georgia laughed and began floating away from him, using her outstretched arms to do a slow backstroke. "Really? I didn't think boats could maneuver without a rudder! I don't think you can catch me." Pierre slowly began swimming a breaststroke towards her as Georgia backstroked away. He didn't swim aggressively, but after a few minutes, Georgia found herself trapped against the far corner of the deep end, where the water was too deep to stand in. She moved back and put her arms up over the edge, and Pierre swam closer. It was his turn to torment her. As she clung to the edge of the pool, Pierre used his hands to cling to her. They roamed over her body, stopping to tweak her nipples, probe her pussy, diddle her clitoris, and even trace circles around her asshole. Meanwhile, Pierre's mouth was mauling hers, and Georgia's orgasmic cries were almost silent as they were absorbed by his lips. Eventually, Georgia pushed him away, breathing heavily. "Enough, no more, it's too much...", came out in a gasping whine. Pierre laughed and pushed back, to kiss her some more. Georgia submitted again, but then pushed him away. "Oh my God, you have to stop, it's too much!" She breast stroked slowly back to the shallow end, followed by her lover, and climbed the ladder out of the pool. Pierre climbed out after her, and then went inside the pool house. He returned with several large towels and handed her one. He used another to begin drying himself off. "So what's the plan for today?", she asked him. Pierre shrugged. "Today we goof off. We can hang around here. Tomorrow we'll go into town and buy you some clothes, I can take you by the store, and then go out to dinner." She nodded. "Sunday we can goof off some more, but I need to get back to Kissimmee." He nodded agreement. Picking up a large tube of suntan lotion, he commented, "The sun can be a killer. Want me to help you out with that?" Georgia laughed. "If I let you help, I'll have the world's greasiest tits, and the rest of me will be burned to a crisp! Just you give that to me!" Pierre laughed and handed over the tube. He spread several towels out on the grass, side by side, and sat down on one of them. Georgia sat down next to him and applied suntan lotion liberally to her front side, and then handed it to him. He oiled his front up, and then twisted away from her. "Can you do my back?" Georgia nodded and worked the greasy lotion into his back and shoulders. Afterwards, he turned back to her and said, "Your turn, lay down and I'll do your back." "Thank you." Georgia lay down on the beach towels and lay her head on her forearms. When Pierre didn't immediately start oiling her up, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was kneeling at her side, naked as she was, and running his eyes up and down her backside. His penis was still soft. "Well?" "I feel like Gauguin looking down at a canvas. I'm just contemplating where to begin painting." Georgia snorted and said, "Get to work, Gaugin." Pierre picked up the tube and laughed. "His early years, when he was still finger-painting." He drizzled some lotion on her back and rubbed it in quickly. By the time he had finished with her arms and legs, Georgia was purring contentedly, like a sleepy cat. Smiling to himself, Pierre gently raised up and straddled Georgia's thighs. His cock, no longer soft, lay erectly in the crack of her ass. He drizzled some more lotion on her back and then began a much slower and more sensual massage, moving his hands along her back and sides, down to where her breasts were flattened out beneath her, and down her buttocks and into the cleft separating them. "I'll give you about a year to stop that.", sighed Georgia, her eyes still closed. Pierre chuckled. "I'm just getting you in the mood so I can work my wicked way with you." Georgia smiled, eyes still shut. "Just how wicked were you planning on being?" In response, Pierre squirted some lotion into the crack of her ass, and a finger began working it into the flesh there, slowly circling her anus. "Mmmm, very, very wicked indeed!", she decided. She hadn't said 'no', thought Pierre, so that must mean 'yes.' His left index finger took a dollop of lotion and gently worked its way inside her asshole, up to the first knuckle. Georgia simply murmured contentedly, so another squirt of lotion followed. His index finger probed deeper, and after another few minutes, was joined by the adjacent middle finger. Georgia's moans were becoming pronounced, and she was squirming beneath him. This was obviously something she had done before, and enjoyed. Another squirt of lotion went onto his cock and then he threw the tube aside and began coating his stiff prick with the greasy fluid. He was more than ready. He moved slightly, lifting up and aiming his cockhead at her asshole, where his two fingers continued to work their magic. Positioning himself at the entrance, he quickly pulled out his fingers and used them to hold her open enough that his other hand could guide him inside. He slipped inside easily, pushing quickly in to bottom out entirely up her ass. Georgia's eyes snapped open and she tried to push back, seating him even further. "Oh my God, that's so good!", she gasped out. She looked back over her shoulder. "Fuck me hard!" Pierre reveled in the hot and greasy viselike grip of her rear on his cock. He pulled back slightly and then pushed back in, eliciting another happy groan from Georgia. "This feels so good!", he told her, and then pulled back and pumped in again. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!", she pleaded. She was trying to push back at him, but with him straddling her thighs and gripping her hips, Pierre was in total control. He could change the speed and depth of his strokes without her being able to control him. Pierre smiled. His earlier blowjob had relieved his initial need, otherwise he would have popped in her ass within seconds. Leaning forward, he managed to lay down on her back, even as he began sawing his cock in and out of her asshole. "I think you like this!", he whispered into her ear. "Oh God, just fuck me!" "I think I'm going to do this some more. Every day you're here I'm going to fuck your ass. Blowjobs and assfucking, all day long!" "Fuck me, fuck me!" Pierre continued to tease and torment Georgia with crude and graphic descriptions of how she was going to be treated, all of which served to spur her on, driving her to new heights of pleasure. When it became too much for him, he lifted up and hammered his cock into her rump. Georgia shrieked as she felt the hot jism jetting into her ass, and Pierre groaned as he came inside her. He collapsed onto her again, chest heaving as his breathing returned to normal, and then Pierre rolled off to the side, his limp cock slipping free with a noisy slurp. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the bright and cloudless sky. Georgia cocked an eye open at him, but otherwise stayed in the prone position. "Wow! That was really something." Pierre turned his head towards hers. "Yeah!" She smiled. "Darling, we need to clean up. Did you just want to jump back in the pool, or actually take a shower?" He gave a lopsided grin. Option One is certainly the easiest, but I suspect Option Two is more hygienic." He sat upright and pointed at the pool house. "We can wash up in there, and then I think a nap is in order." She smiled and nodded. "That actually sounds like a very good idea." She climbed to her feet and grabbed their robes, as Pierre led the way over to the pool house. It was a structure both simple and surprisingly sophisticated. It was about the size of an efficiency apartment, with a bathroom, a small galley kitchen, and a living area that opened onto a screened veranda. They continued on into the bathroom, which had a large shower, large enough for the pair of them together. Together they washed the inevitable results of the assfuck off, along with the suntan lotion. Afterwards, as they dried with large and fluffy towels, Georgia looked around the pool house and noticed a pile of clean clothing in the corner. She went over and discovered it included several girl's swimsuits, as well as other girl's clothing, and even what looked like school uniforms. She held up one plaid skirt and showed it to Pierre. "Getting a little kinky in your old age?", she asked. Pierre's eyes opened wide at that, until he figured out what she was referring to, at which point he rolled his eyes. "Yes, but not quite the way you're thinking. They belong to my nieces and their friends. Niether of my sisters has a pool and they are both within just a few miles, so the girls are always coming over with their buddies to use good old Uncle Pete's pool." "Uncle Pete?" "They are thoroughly American." He rolled his eyes again. "They are always coming over and leaving stuff around. It's a bit of a pain at times, but they're good kids." "You must have it pretty rough, what with the teenaged girls hanging around the pool all the time.", she quipped. "That's not funny! They have a tendency to wander around in their unmentionables, not just my nieces but their buddies, too, and teenaged girls shouldn't be teasing old men!" Georgia laughed at this, then looked around outside. "Just curious, but could they have walked in earlier?" Pierre laughed. "You should have worried about that earlier! Actually, no, they're all off on a weekend trip to Orlando. We probably passed them on the way." Pierre stifled a yawn. "Nap time." He went into the living room and converted the futon couch into a bed, and then lay down on it. Georgia joined him on the futon, but in case either of them were planning something more romantic, it didn't work out. They were both asleep in five minutes. ------- When Georgia woke up, she found herself alone, still on the futon in the pool house. She found a note on a table explaining that Pierre had gone back into the house to work on dinner. She used the bathroom, and then returned to the main room of the pool house. She picked up a towel, thinking to wrap it around herself, but then spied the teen's clothing to the side. Grinning an evil grin, she tossed the towel away and began sorting through the clothing. The fit wouldn't be perfect, but she didn't think Pierre would mind. Padding barefoot outside and around the pool, Georgia went into the house and turned towards the kitchen, where she could hear her lover puttering around. His back was to her as he worked over the kitchen sink, but he heard her feet on the floor and turned to face her. A mixed look of delight and surprise came across his features. "I don't think that is how my sisters envision their daughters dressing." Georgia smiled. She had found a white blouse in the pile of clothing and now it was only tied together loosely at her waist. Otherwise it was totally open, and since the owner was smaller than Georgia, it gaped open showing cleavage from neck to belly button. Likewise, she had managed to pull on a plaid school skirt, and had even rolled it over a couple times at the waist to shorten it. Now she looked like the sluttiest Catholic school girl fantasy possible. "Maybe, maybe not. Just how old are the girls and are they dating yet?" He grinned even wider. "I don't think they wear their uniforms like that! And yes, they are just starting to go out to dances and such at the schools, heavily chaperoned I am sure." Georgia came closer. "I used to be chaperoned at times, too. It's not that hard to figure a way to get loose. I used to all the time!" She looked at the sink and found it full of shrimp, floating in warm water. Pierre was peeling the shrimp and setting them to dry on a plate covered with paper towels. "I bet you did." Pierre leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. He dried his hands and then grabbed her at the waist. Picking her up, he swung her around to the other side of the kitchen sink and set her down on the countertop. Georgia crossed her legs, flashing Pierre as she did so. "So, what's for supper?" "I can do several things. I was thinking shrimp scampi, but I also can do a fra diavolo if you'd prefer." "Scampi is just fine. Can I do anything to help?" "Just keep crossing your legs every once in a while. Keep me focused on dessert." Georgia laughed loudly at this, and flashed him lewdly. Pierre smiled and wandered over to a small wine refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of white wine. He handed it and a corkscrew to Georgia. "It's not Italian, but I really like a nice Pouilly Fousse every now and then." Georgia tried to open the bottle from her perch on the counter but found she couldn't get any leverage. She set the bottle to the side and then hopped down, practically totally exposing herself as she did so. "This isn't the most practical outfit, is it?", she commented as she worked the corkscrew into the cork. "I didn't think practicality was the objective." Pierre grinned at her as his fingers continued peeling shrimp. "If you get worried about spilling anything, you can always take it off." "You're not being at all helpful." She managed to pop the cork, and then looked for glasses. When Pierre pointed out the wall cabinet, he kept an eye on her rear as she reached for the glasses, her short skirt rising well above any possible level of modesty. She turned to see him staring and wiggled her bare rear at him. "Aren't you supposed to be peeling shrimp?" "I'm thinking of delaying dinner for a bit, actually.", he replied with a leer. "Think again! I'm hungry!" Pierre just rolled his eyes and turned back to the sink. Beside him Georgia poured the wine and then gave him a hug from behind. "Don't worry, dessert will be worth it!" She moved around to the side and hopped back up onto the counter. "What's the plan for tomorrow? I really should go shopping for some clothing. Unless I am going to stay naked in the bedroom the entire weekend and then go home in my dress from last night.", she asked. "As enticing as that sounds, I'll probably have a heart attack if you keep tempting me all weekend long. Tomorrow morning we'll figure out something for you to wear and go shopping in the morning." "Well, I suppose I can always do the 'walk of shame' in my red dress." Pierre gave her a puzzled look. "Walk of shame? Isn't that what happens when the FBI takes you away from a business?" Georgia smiled. "No, that's a 'perp walk.' The walk of shame is when you go to work the next day in the same clothing you wore last night." "Ah! But you're not going to work..." "Trust me, any woman wearing a red cocktail dress and stiletto heels into a clothing store in the morning is doing the walk of shame! Actually, though, I think I saw an exercise suit and some flip flops out in the pool house. I can probably wear that." "I've been thinking about my schedule. Next week, after I get you back to Orlando, I'm flying to Bogota to meet some clients. I probably won't be back until the following week. By then my car should be fixed." Georgia nodded agreement. "Anyway, how about if you pick up my car from the dealer and drive it down here. You can pack a few bags and we can make a nice week of it. Do you have anything you need to do that week?" Georgia gave a surprised look at the invitation, but then commented, "You know, that actually makes an awful lot of sense. I was going to say how I couldn't just get away, but actually, I don't see why I couldn't. You'll have to get me back to Orlando somehow, but we'll worry about that later." Pierre nodded and finished with the shrimp. He set the plate into the refrigerator until later, and then washed and dried his hands. "Now that we have that settled, I think I need to sample dessert. I know I'm supposed to eat dinner first, but I just feel like a very naughty boy right now." He stepped up to Georgia and began sliding his hands under her skirt. Georgia grinned and hopped down into his arms. "Maybe I feel like an appetizer, too!" ------- Chapter 33: Starting Over Barbara Blockings entered her house to find it empty, as she expected. All three of the children were away for the weekend, with the boys camping with friends and Marcia spending the weekend with a couple of girlfriends at a second home in Ocala. It wouldn't be all that many years before all of them would be gone, to college or beyond, she mused, and then what would she do? This house was too much just for her, or even for her and Jerry, if they were to get back together. It was no use worrying about something that might or might not happen, especially since it was years away in any case. She went upstairs to pack for her own weekend away. Packing was going to be fairly simple. She was spending the weekend at Jerry's apartment, and the dress code was going to be very relaxed. She grabbed a small soft-sided carrying bag and set it on the bed, and then went into her bathroom to pack a toilet kit and a makeup bag. They went into the carrying bag, followed by a couple of tops and a short skirt. She added a light sundress and a pair of dressy high heeled sandals in case they went out to dinner. Then she scrounged up a light silk chemise for sleeping in. She debated whether to pack any underwear, again figuring it would probably just catch dust in the bottom of the bag, and then threw in a lacy little bra and panty set, just in case. As Barbara was zipping the bag shut, some motion in the corner of her eye caused her to look out the window. Much to her surprise, Marcia was wandering towards the corner of the backyard with a large purse and a lawn chaise. What was she doing home? This could screw up her weekend plans! Barbara set her bag down on the bed and headed back downstairs. She headed out the back door to find that her daughter had positioned herself on the chaise facing away from the house in the far corner of the yard, in a little corner where none of the neighbors could see her. It was a good thing, too, since she had stripped off her tee shirt and bra and shorts, and was sunning herself in nothing more than her bikini panties. Barbara smiled to herself; her daughter really had grown up to be a beautiful young woman. Barbara wondered briefly why Marcia hadn't heard her approach, but the dark sunglasses and the earbuds in her ears and the MP3 player answered that question. The other reason she wasn't paying attention was due to the acrid smell wafting her way; she noticed that here daughter was inhaling deeply on a small joint. Snorting softly in derision, Barbara crept up on Marcia and, just as she took the smoldering marijuana cigarette from her lips, reached out and pulled the joint from her fingers. Marcia bolted upright in surprise, to find her mother laughing at her. "Jesus Christ!", she swore in surprise, trying to cover herself up, turning beet red in embarrassment, both from her nudity and from being caught with drugs. She and her mother had talked before about drugs, and Barbara had admitted using pot in college herself, but knowing something and being caught at it were two entirely different matters. "Mom!" Barbara shook her head and took a puff on the joint herself. "Put a shirt on at least, will you, honey?" "Mother!", cried a shocked Marcia, staring as her mother took a second toke on the joint. This one set Barbara to coughing. "This stuff is stronger than I remember.", she said, as much to herself as to her daughter. She looked over at Marcia. "Your shirt?" Marcia stared at her for another couple of seconds and then scrambled into her tee shirt. "Thank you." "Mom? What are you doing?" "I'm catching my daughter up to no good, that's what I'm doing." She handed back the joint. "Boy, it's been a few years since I did that." "I can't believe you are smoking a joint with me!", commented an amazed daughter. Barbara snorted in laughter. "You kids think you do everything first. Christ, my mother was nowhere near as tolerant as I am. You think you kids invented using incense to cover up the smell?" Marcia stared and turned beet red. "It just overpowers it. I can still smell it. Do me a favor and go outside or in the garage. And don't think you can fake us out with the towel at the bottom of the door, either." Marcia groaned at this. Barbara grabbed the joint back and took one last puff. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to Ocala." "I was, but Jennifer's aunt and uncle brought their family in without telling anyone, so we're going next weekend." "Hunh. Well, I was going away myself, but I suppose I can stay." Barbara had a disappointed look on her face, but managed to smile nevertheless. "Why?", asked Marcia. "It's not like I need a babysitter, Mom. I'm eighteen!" "Well..." "Mother, really!" She gave a sly grin. "Who's the guy, Mom?" "Guy? No, I'm just spending the weekend with a friend." Marcia gave a disgusted snort. "Mom, really, even you can come up with a better story than that. It's obvious. We all know you're seeing some guy. Who is he?" "What? No, it's not like that. What do you mean?", protested Barbara weakly. "Give me a break. You have been talking to some guy on the phone most nights, and then for the last three Fridays dressing sexy and going out for dinner and coming back very late. Now you are packing a bag and spending the weekend. It's a guy. Get real! Who is he?" "It's not like that, Marcia, not really, well, not the way you describe it.", she answered weakly. "Oh? Just how not like it is it?", pressed her daughter. "He's not just a guy, I mean, he is a guy, but, well, it's your father.", Barbara admitted. Marcia stared at her mother, her jaw dropping in astonishment. "Daddy?! You're seeing Daddy again? Jesus Christ, Mom, you just divorced him!" "Really, honey, it's not what you think, well, not completely..." "Mom, you two are as fucked up as a pair of football bats!", exclaimed Marcia loudly. That brought Barbara to her senses, and she sat down on a lawn chair facing her eldest. "That will be enough of that sort of talk, young lady." "Mom, you just got divorced from him! What in the world are you doing?" Barbara rubbed her hands over her face wearily. She had always known this conversation would come up and hadn't really known how she would handle it. "Honey, did your father ever explain what happened?" Marcia sat upright in her chair and crossed her legs Indian fashion. "Yes, although he didn't go into a lot of detail. He said that he had cheated on you, and that he was really stupid, and that you had thrown him out. He also said that he deserved it. Is that true?" "Pretty much.", agreed the mother. She wasn't going to admit her husband's 'affair' had been with a dominatrix hooker, but other than that, it was the truth. "Now, I've always believed that it takes two people to screw up a marriage, so I suppose some of it is my fault, but in this case it's mostly on your dad. He hurt me terribly." "So why are you getting back together with him? Are you crazy?" "Marcia, I love you dearly, but please keep a civil tongue in your head concerning your father. Whatever problems he and I have had, he's been a very good father to you and the boys, and you know it." "Mom..." "The support payments come in on time and often more than what he agreed to, and he is always coming to see you kids at school and games and whatnot. Your father loves you and you know it." Marcia nodded in agreement. "Okay, but what does that have to do with you getting back together with him. If you were going to 'stay together for the kids', shouldn't you have thought of that before you split up? Her mother smiled. "This is not about you guys, this is about your father and me." "I don't get it." Barbara shrugged. "Well, we still love each other." Marcia groaned. "You guys really are as fucked up as football bats! What in the world did you get divorced for?" "Maybe we just needed to step back and take a long hard look at how our lives were working out...", was the reply. "Listen, your father and I spent over twenty years together, between dating and engagement and marriage, and now even divorce. There's an awful lot of history there, and most of it was pretty good. Okay, your father screwed up royally and hurt me terribly, but what you don't know is that I also managed to hurt him badly, and no, I am not getting into it with you." "So, are you getting remarried?" "We aren't anywhere near that, baby. We have a lot of talking to do about that sort of thing. However, we are going back to monogamy, I suppose, so I guess that's sort of serious." "Football bats, Mom, football bats! You guys are nuts. I'm glad I'm going off to college. Wait until I tell the boys!" ------- Barbara pulled into the apartment complex about forty minutes after she left home. The drive was uneventful; she just got on the interstate and got off at the Polk City exit. She supposed that most of the time it was an easy drive for her ex-husband, although rush hour on I-4 could be a nightmare. It was almost exactly halfway from the house and his office in Tampa. The apartment was on the ground floor in a block of buildings to the rear of the complex. She spotted Jerry's car and pulled into an empty spot two cars down from his. She grabbed her bag from the passenger seat. By the time she had reached the door, Jerry was standing in the open doorway, smiling at her. "I wasn't sure you would find it in this rabbit warren." "It's not too bad, but everything does look all alike." He nodded. "Come on in." "Said the spider to the fly." He just smiled and took her bag from her. He led her inside through the tiny foyer which opened into the dining room and then on into the living room, and pointed out the kitchen on the other side of the dining room. Barbara stood there in the living room and turned around several times. "You know what this reminds me of?" He gave her a big grin. "Yeah, I do." "It's just like our first apartment, in Winter Springs! It's laid out just the same." "This is the two bedroom version." Their first apartment, right after their marriage, had been a one bedroom apartment. "And Marcia had to sleep on a cot in the corner of the dining room, remember?", she said, pointing to the corner of the dining room. Jerry nodded. That had been just before they had bought the place on Chrystal Court. Barbara had been pregnant with little Jerry and they had completely run out of room. Contemplating little Jerry in the crib in the bedroom while Marcia slept in the dining room had been the final straw. He took his ex-wife by the hand and led her down the hallway. "That's the spare bedroom.", he said as they passed by an open door. "I use it as a home office. And here's where I sleep." He led her inside a larger bedroom. She followed him inside. It was small, but functional, and held a queen size bed. A door to the side opened into a bathroom, but it looked as if the bath also opened onto the hallway. There was no separate master bath. A small walk-in closet was in the corner. "Did you want to get some dinner...", he asked. Barbara turned back to face him and simply smiled, then reached down to her waist and pulled her sport shirt off. She hadn't worn a bra underneath it, and her tits jiggled proudly. " ... or not?" Barbara simply undid the waist of her shorts and pushed them down as well, along with her panties. She crawled onto the center of the bed and peeled her socks off. "Does this answer your question?" "I guess so." Jerry tossed his ex-wife's bag to the side of the room. "I guess we're dining in tonight." He began stripping his clothing off as well. "You've never complained about this restaurant before.", she commented. Jerry kicked off his pants and shorts. "Not complaining now, either. Home cooking is usually the best, I've found." He climbed onto the bed and snuggled up next to her on her right side. Propping himself up on one arm, he looked down at her and smiled, and began moving his right hand across her side. Barbara closed her eyes and murmured happily. "You can be gentle later, honey. I just need you now." She rolled to lay on her back and spread her legs, and then tugged on his arm to pull him on top. Jerry surprised her with a chuckle and stayed where he was, laying at her side, his stiff cock pressed against her hip, and kept his hand roaming over her body. "I'm not that easy." He moved a leg over hers but only so far as to hold her in place with her legs spread. "Come on, Jerry, I need it!", she complained, tugging on his arm again. He simply chuckled some more. "Don't be mean!" Jerry lowered his head to her tits and began tonguing her right nipple, bringing his hand up to work on the left. "Is this being mean?", he teased. Barbara's back arched as her nipples were played with. Going braless always made them extra sensitive and now was no different. "Oh, Jerry, just fuck me!", she begged. "I don't think so." He shifted his weight more, sitting up slightly and bringing his left hand into play. He began sucking on her left nipple while his left hand went to work on her wet and stiff right nipple. His right hand snaked lower on her body, stopping first to toy with her navel, and then moving lower. He traced his fingertips around her pussy lips, never quite going inside, sensing the hot wetness emanating from her core. When he did finally slip his fingers inside the wet slit to touch her clit, she gasped and came loudly. Barbara was in orgasmic heaven, suffering from the delightful torture. She was thrashing on the bed, trying to pull him on top, but he maintained control, tormenting her. She was whining and begging. After her second orgasm, her ex-husband relented, and moved into position over her. "It's about time, damn it!", she cried out as he began slipping his cock inside. Jerry pushed in and then pulled back out almost to the point of removal. "Is that a complaint I hear?" "You bastard!" Barbara wrapped her arms and legs around him and dragged him back against her, pulling his cock in deep. She tightened her grip, locking him in place. "Fuck me damn it, fuck me!" Jerry laughed and began pumping into her, slowly at first, but gradually speeding up. Barbara lay beneath him, wrapped around him tightly, moaning incoherently as his cock pistoned in and out. By the time he came and filled her cunt with a week's worth of jism, he was panting and sweating as much as she was. Groaning, he cut loose, filling her spasming pussy with his load as he collapsed in exhaustion on top of her. Barbara sighed happily as she came down from her orgasmic high. She softly rubbed her hands over his back as she unwrapped her legs and stretched them out. Jerry revived enough to lift his face up to kiss her lips softly, and then rolled off to the side. He stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily. Barbara rolled against him and laid her head on his chest. 'Ummm, let's do that again.", she said. "You bet. Just call the ambulance first so they can have the transplant ready to go.", he replied. "We do okay for a couple of old farts, don't we?" Jerry simply laughed at this. Barbara lifted her head and looked at him. She nudged him and said, "Jerry, now you're supposed to say that we're not old." "Yeah, well I feel pretty old right now." "I'll bet I can fix that." Barbara giggled and scooted down the bed until her face was level with his cock. It was now thoroughly limp, laying there between his legs glistening with a coating of mixed pussy juice and come. She delicately picked up his cock shaft and shook it. Jerry cocked an eye at her. "I bet you can, at that." Barbara laughed and crawled between his outstretched legs. She lowered her face to his crotch, inhaling the heady mixture of sex and sweat, and took his entire limp prick into her mouth. It stayed soft for a few minutes, but then slowly began to stiffen, filling her mouth, and the taste of come and pussy began to be replaced with the tang of his pre-come. To Jerry it felt heavenly, and his hands reached down to run his fingers through her hair and gently keep her head in place. The blowjob felt great, and he wanted it to last as long as possible before Barbara climbed up on top to fuck him again. Barbara could feel her ex-husband's hands keeping her face in place and concentrated on giving him the best facefuck she could. When his hips started lifting off the bed and he began moaning, "Oh, God, don't stop, don't stop...", she decided to get him off this way. One hand continued twisting and jacking his cockshaft while the other reached lower, to softly cup his nut sack. This spurred Jerry even higher. "That's it, yes, yes ... oh, God!" She felt his cock stiffen and thicken even more, and then rhythmic pulses sent a blast of hot come into her mouth. She concentrated on swallowing it down, even as several more followed quickly. Only when he sagged back into the sweaty bed sheets did she let up, to lick her lips and crawl back into his arms. "I guess you didn't need that ambulance after all.", she said. "That was fantastic. Maybe I should return the favor?" Barbara smiled and sat up in bed. "Hold that thought, sweetie. Maybe later. Right now we need to do something about dinner. For some reason, I am suddenly starving!" She rolled slowly off the bed and moved towards the bathroom. As she said that, Jerry's own stomach growled loudly. "There is something to that.", he commented. "Are we eating in or going out?" Barbara turned around and gave him a wicked grin. "Let's stay in. You order up some takeout and get some clean sheets out while I take a shower. Maybe we can find something interesting to do after dinner.? ------- "The kids know about us.", commented Barbara. She was sitting on the couch, spooning rice from a paper box onto a plate. While she was showering, Jerry had ordered Chinese takeout. After her shower she had pulled a short denim skirt that had been much longer before being cut down to size several years ago, along with a very small and tight tank top. Now she sat barefoot on the couch, her legs tucked under her slightly, and spooned rice and Hunan shrimp onto her plate. "Oh?" Jerry had pulled on a sport shirt and cargo shorts himself, and was working on beef and broccoli. She nodded. "Umm, hmm." She stopped to swallow, and said, "She was home when I got home and wanted to know about the man I was seeing." "I thought you said she would be away this weekend." "Shit happens, I guess. The schedule changed. I found her sunning herself topless in the backyard, listening to her iPod and smoking dope." "Jesus Christ!", exclaimed Jerry. "What did you say about that?" Barbara shrugged. "I told her it was better out there than stinking up the house." Jerry grunted agreement with the comment. Barbara continued, "It's not like we never did it." Jerry gave his ex a big grin. "You used to get so horny back in college when you did that!" "And you used to get the munchies so bad!", she replied with a laugh. "I wonder if medical marijuana is ever going to be legal in Florida?" She smiled at him. "By the time it is, we'll both be too old to care any more!" He just shook his head in amusement. "So, what did our daughter say about us." "Just that we're about as fucked up as a pair of football bats." "She said that?" Barbara nodded. "Her exact words." Jerry gave a wry smile. "Well, she got that right, I guess. I assume that by the time you go home, she'll have told the boys." "I would assume so." "So, what do we do? Anything?" "Like what, stop seeing each other?", asked Barbara. "Fuck the little bastards! It's none of their business who we sleep with! Since when is it a crime for their mother to fuck their father?" Jerry gave a barking laugh at this. "Yeah, well it's pretty unusual when they do it after the divorce, and not before." They both ate in silence for a few minutes. Jerry finally broke the silence and said, "I want to keep seeing you. I don't want them to stop us." She gave a shrug. "I don't either. I don't think it's going to be a problem. Next weekend, would you like to come to the house, stay the weekend?" "I would. Wouldn't that be a surprise for the neighbors?" "Just don't get drunk like last time, or you'll never come back a second time.", she warned, a serious look on her face. "Hey, I know I'm on probation." He ate some more. "Do you ever see us getting back together completely?" "Like, remarried?" He nodded, and Barbara gave another shrug. "I don't know. Maybe. I don't see it happening for a few years." "Oh." "I'm not selling the house and moving to Tampa, not now, not in this market. And I'm not taking the boys out of school and making them switch. Maybe after they're both out of high school." Jerry nodded. "Okay." "And you're not going to be able to come back to the Orlando office, right?" He shook his head. "And you can't commute from there to Tampa either, right?" Again he shook his head. Neither option was realistic. "So, I don't see any changes for the next two to three years. Maybe then." "We can get a little rancher on a back road, just the two of us. We'll get a one bedroom house, and throw carpet tacks on the living room floor when the kids come to visit, so they don't want to stay." Barbara laughed at that. "That might be a little extreme, but I like the way you think." Jerry smiled and set his plate down on the coffee table. He slid over on the couch next to Barbara and lifted her up onto his lap. "It'll be just the two of us again, with no kids around, able to do whatever we want, whenever we want to.", he whispered in her ear. Barbara suddenly felt a rush of heat come over her, her nipples hardening and a burst of moisture coming to her pussy. "Oh?", she said weakly. "I'll be able to come home from work to find you in a short little skirt and a tiny little blouse and a pair of very high heels, welcoming me home. Do you think you would like that?" Barbara felt the rush of heat to her pussy and tits grow unbearable. Her breathing was becoming ragged at the thought, and it was all she could do to simply nod and murmur agreement. "Un, huh." Jerry slipped one hand under the hem of her short skirt, while the other slipped inside her top. "I bet I could even come home from lunch and expect to find you just getting out of bed, still wearing a little nightgown while you cleaned house." Barbara moaned as her ex-husband's fingers probed her wetness and teased her nipples. In fact, you'd probably completely stop wearing bras and panties." "Oh, Jesus, Jerry, yes, whatever you want!" She twisted slightly and fumbled open his shorts, extracting his stiff cock and pumping it furiously. Jerry laughed and manhandled her so that she was sitting on his lap, facing away, with her skirt and her top both around her waist. Barbara lifted up enough so that his cock slipped into her greasy cunt, and she sighed in pleasure as she sank down onto his thickness. "Oh, that's good!", she moaned happily. She began moving on top of him, as he reached around with both hands and began playing with her boobs. "It'd be just like that first year in the apartment." Jerry used his hands to guide her movements, and then slid a thumb down between them and teased her asshole. "Even better. Now we know even more than we did then." Barbara gave a tiny squeal as her bottom was tickled. "Oooh! Tomorrow night, baby, I'm going to get extra clean for you, you know, and we can play extra naughty." Spurred on by the promise of assfucking on Saturday night, Jerry began pulling Barbara down onto his cock extra firmly, and thrusting up as best he could. Barbara responded by slipping her hands between her legs, both to rub her clit and to reach lower, to scratch his wet cockshaft and play with his come-drenched nuts. Gasping out an incoherent groan, her ex-husband lost control and filled her with another heavy load of come, the jolts of which drove her to another orgasm. Sated, and temporarily exhausted, the divorced couple ended up laying on the couch, tangled in each other's limbs. Finally, her breathing back to normal, Barbara asked, "So what are the plans for tomorrow?" "Whatever. I figured we could go out to dinner." Jerry's eyes were closed as he enjoyed the sensation of her laying on top of him. He felt her nod against his chest. "I brought a sundress and a nice pair of sandals. If you wanted to go someplace nicer, I'd have to go home to pick something up." "No, that will be fine. There's any number of nice but casual seafood places over on the coast." "And during the day?" "Well, I'm sure I can take up several minutes showing you the delights of the greater metropolitan Polk City area." Barbara snorted at that. "I think I have a better idea than that." "Oh?" "Well, how about as soon as we wake up, we have sex." "Okay, I'm with you so far." Jerry smiled and looked down at the top of her head. "Then, we can get up, have breakfast, and then have sex again." "Uh, huh." "Then we can clean up and have sex, have lunch and have sex, take a nap and have sex..." "I think I know where you're going with this, and I generally approve, but unless you brought over a carton of Viagra, I think you're being awfully ambitious.", he commented. "Well, maybe I'll just have to amuse myself.", she replied, licking one of his nipples. Jerry laughed loudly. "Oh, really! Well, I hate to tell you this, but I don't have any toys here for you to play with." His ex-wife giggled and crawled upright, straightening her clothing as she did so. "Actually, neither do I, at least not here." Jerry stood up and pulled himself back together. He grabbed the cartons of food as she cleaned up, and said, "Well, maybe we can go out tomorrow. I happen to know where there are a couple of adult stores. Maybe we go out and stock you up?" He led the way into the kitchen. "And later, we can give them a test drive?" "Absolutely." Barbara set her stuff on the kitchen counter and wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her toes to kiss him. "That actually sounds like a very good plan. I really like being here with you, and being back together like this." "I am so sorry I got crazy." "And I'm sorry I ever let you get crazy." They kissed again, and headed back to the living room. "Now, let's do what normal married people do in the evening." She handed him the remote. "Watch TV." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-07-14 Last Modified: 2011-10-11 / 11:27:10 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------