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Josef sighed. From his seat near the departure screens he could see that the status for the 9:00 AM flight from SFO to CTG had just changed from “On Time” to “Delayed.” The large window to his left revealed the likely culprit: a low-lying river of cold fog.

Compulsively he swiped his phone, staring again at the awkwardly cold goodbye texts he had exchanged with his ex-fiancée. He knew they each meant well, but they hadn’t figured out how to talk to each other now that their relationship was over. He hoped distance and a break would help.

He slipped his headphones in and closed his eyes.

———————

Josef woke from a sweaty half-sleep as the bus’s whine down-shifted to a growl. The pockmarked window to his left framed a bright Caribbean inlet full of fishing boats and through the windshield he could catch snippets of the coastal village at the end of the descent.

He’d been in the bus for more than five hours. He’d been in the country for just over two days. He really needed to pee.

Five minutes later they came to a grinding stop at the first intersection in town. Josef pulled his headphones from his ears and stuffed his already bent and rumpled book into a small backpack before stretching and joining the slow moving line in the aisle. The stocky Colombian woman in front of him slung a trussed chicken over her shoulder. The forced immobility of its body was belied by the rapid flickering of its eyes.

The two Australians behind Josef joined the queue as well, continuing the endless discussion of which particular areas of corporate law they hoped to focus on that had plagued the pre-sleep part of Josef’s bus ride. The girl was actually cute in a waify way, but her apparently genuine fascination with the details of commercial paper and/or transactional intellectual property law–she couldn’t decide–robbed Josef of any attraction he might have felt. Not her fault really.

While he waited for the driver to unload the bus’s luggage compartment, Josef looked around. The ocean was two blocks away down a slight slope and from where he stood he could see a row of food carts lining the road that ran alongside the water. The streets between the bus stop and the ocean were paved, but those that wound away from the water were pitted dirt and gravel. Houses–most concrete blocks, a few made of uneven bricks–lined the edges of those roads until the buildings petered out and the streets became footpaths that wound into the green-spined hills.

He dug his guidebook out of his small bag and flipped to the dog-eared page on the village of Taganga. The hostel recommended to him by a friendly German he’d met in Cartagena was circled, but it took Josef a moment to locate it on the small map of the town and another moment to place himself in relation to it.

Bags were appearing out of the bus’s undercarriage, and he moved forward to watch for his. The Colombian woman and her unfortunate chicken retrieved a pallet of soft drinks and moved away down the town’s main road. The chattering Australians slung brand new packs onto their shoulders and sauntered off in the same direction. By the time his own rather worn looking backpack emerged the crowd of passengers had dwindled to two.

Josef was turning to leave when he heard the remaining passenger begin to interrogate the bus-driver in rather proper sounding English.

“Where’s my bag? Is there another compartment? I loaded it myself, so I know it’s on the bus!”

“No entiendo, señorita.”

“My bag! Where is it!”

“Ah, su mochila. No sé, no esta aquí.” The driver gestured at the empty baggage hold.

“I don’t understand! Where is it?”

Josef sighed and internally debated just continuing on to his hostel. He wanted nothing more than to sleep (and to empty his bladder) but he knew he’d feel guilty if he just walked away.

“Can I help?” he asked the English girl.

“Do you speak Spanish?” she turned towards him hopefully. He hadn’t mastered the rather impressive range of British accents but hers reminded him of the BBC radio voices that his parents had listened to on occasion. and experience taught him she was likely from London.

“Badly, but apparently a little bit better than you at least,” he answered.

She frowned at him. She was pretty. Clearly of Indian descent; long black hair and almond skin, with judgmental grey-green eyes.

“Sorry,” Josef said, “I’ll ask him about your bag.”

The driver insisted he knew nothing about the bag. He let them look in both of the compartments under the bus and they were empty. The girl was almost in tears by the time they finished searching.

“I’m sorry. It happens. Either one of the other people on the bus grabbed it before you got off, or it was taken at one of the stops we made on our way here,” he told her.

“All my clothes were in it! And my toiletries. And my shoes! My trip is ruined and I’ve only been here a day.”

“Do you have your wallet and your passport at least?” Josef asked.

“Yes. Thank god. They’re in this bag. And my laptop too.” ortaköy escort She indicated the small backpack she wore.

“Then you’re alright. You can replace your other bag and you can buy new clothing. All you’ve lost is a little time and money.”

He could see that she was on the verge of tears, but right before they started she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders.

“You’re right. What’s an adventure without a few hiccups?”

Josef smiled at her. She smiled back.

“That’s the spirit. Do you know where you’re staying? I would offer to carry your bag there, but well… you know.”

She smacked him in the shoulder.

“Ass. I had a hostel picked out, but my guide book was in the bag that you so gallantly won’t be carrying. Do you know where you’re going?”

He pointed at the nearest road that led away from the beach.

“That way,” he paused, looking around. “I think.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m Josef, by the way.”

“Mira. I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but I’m afraid to me you’ll always be the boy who couldn’t find my bag.” They shook hands.

———————

The road to Josef’s chosen hostel skirted an unoccupied dirt soccer field on its right. On their left they passed three ramshackle restaurants, one outfitted with a stand selling woven bracelets. Mira’s eyes roamed everywhere.

“Is this your first big trip?” Josef asked.

“Yeah, I’ve travelled some in Europe and India, but this is my first proper time backpacking. I quit my job a month ago and here I am.”

He eyed her carefully. “Accountant?”

“How dare you!” She glared at him, and then paused. “Investment banker.”

“Ha! Is there really a difference?”

He got smacked in the shoulder again.

“And what about you, Mr. Gritty and Experienced Traveler? What job are you not doing right now? Let me guess…” She looked him up and down with her left eye squinted as they walked. “Motorcycle mechanic? Bank robber? No, I know! You’re a barista at some truly insufferable coffee house!”

“Ummm, thank you?”

“No really, what do you do?”

“Lawyer.”

She laughed.

“Really? That’s worse than accountant!”

“Well… In my defense, I did quit.”

The Hostel Miramar did indeed have an ocean view, if you were willing to climb onto it’s roof and peer over the soccer field and between a few buildings. The girl who greeted them at the front desk had waist-length dreadlocks and grinned at Josef toothily.

“Dorm or private room?”

“Dorm for me,” answered Joseph, looking at Mira.

“Private room,” she said. “Sorry, I’ve had enough stuff stolen today.”

The dread-locked girl handed them each a key.

“The private room is down the hallway, the dorm is upstairs on the right. Breakfast is available in the morning between seven and nine. Here are your sheets, bring them back when you check out.” She slapped down two sets of bedding on the counter.

“Any questions?”

Josef took his sheets. “Just one, where’s the bathroom?”

“There’s one in the dorm room.”

He and Mira paused at the stair well.

“Thanks for your help,” she said.

“No worries. Sorry again about your bag. If you need to borrow anything, just come up and grab me. My underwear probably won’t fit you, but you’re welcome to toothpaste and the like. Also, I’m going to head out to get dinner in a few hours if you want to join me.”

Mira smiled at him. “That would be nice.”

Josef paused at the top of the stairs. From behind the door to his assigned dorm he could hear the beat drop inDie Antwoord’s”I Fink U Freeky.” That did not bode well for his nap. He opened the door. The room had bunk beds flush against the walls to his left and right. A window in the wall in front of him opened onto a balcony that faced the almost-visible Caribbean.

On the bottom bunk to his left two men were huddled together over a book. He raised his hand in a greeting, but neither turned towards him. He recognized the book as a PADI open water diving manual, but what held the attention of the men were the lines of white powder spread out on its cover.

‘Hey fellas, sorry, I think I have the wrong room.” Josef turned around and headed back down the stairs to the front desk.

“Get lost?” the dreadlocked girl asked him, looking up from a magazine.

“Not quite. You don’t happen to have another dorm room, do you? Perhaps a little quieter?”

She nodded in understanding. “There’s one other dorm, but it’s co-ed. Are you ok with that?”

“Sure.”

They swapped keys and she pointed at the stairs again. “This time it’s on your left.”

Josef paused at the door and listened carefully but this time there was only silence on the other side. He eased it open and peeked inside. The room was a mirror of the first dorm with two bunk beds against the walls to each side. Three of the beds were occupied. He slung his backpack down next to the open bed (the lower bunk on his right), and quickly slid into the bathroom. He reentered bebek escort the room in a much calmer state of mind, but his momentary tranquility was jarred when, on turning towards his bunk, he found himself eye-level with a rather remarkable (and very white) ass. Its perfection was only slightly marred by the black thong that disappeared into its folds. After a brief moment of reverence, Josef averted his eyes, slid off his shoes and flopped down onto the lower bunk. Only then did he look at the beds on the other side of the room.

Both occupants had their backs to him, but what he could see was quite revealing. The girl in the top bunk’s black hair cascaded over her shoulders and pooled on the bed near the middle of her back. Her body was long and slim and like her companion in the bunk above Josef, it was only covered by a small thong.

The girl in the bunk directly across from him was short and curvy. Her curly auburn hair seemed to have a life of its own. She slept contorted, like she had fallen from a plane. Her hair swallowed her face, but her legs were splayed and, unlike her friends, she wore no underwear.

Josef blinked and then quickly turned to face the wall. Nap. Right. He was here to sleep. Sleep. It took a little while.

———————

When he woke it took him a few seconds to remember where he was. He opened his eyes half-expecting to see the walls of his bedroom in San Francisco, but the clinging heat suggested otherwise. He sat up and looked around. The light had changed from the flat glare of midday to the curved tones of late afternoon. The beds across from him were empty.

He grabbed his toes and stretched painfully. Perhaps he should have undressed before falling asleep. He felt a certain kinship for a lobster that suddenly realizes the water may be a bit warm. Nothing a shower couldn’t fix. Except, now that he listened, he could hear the sound of the shower through the wall.

Josef lay down to wait. Orange was creeping into the sky by the time the bathroom door opened.

“Hi.”

The auburn-haired girl shrieked in surprise, nearly dropping the towel that was wrapped neatly around her.

“Oh my god! I totally forgot that there was anyone else here. I’d gotten used to it being just the three of us. I’m so sorry for yelling. Where are my manners, I’m Michal.” She stuck out her hand.

Josef smiled at her and shook it. “Josef. My apologies for intruding, but it didn’t really seem like I was going to get much sleep in the other dorm.”

She frowned. “Oh yeah, those two. I’ve met them a couple times. They kind of gave me the creeps.”

“People come to Colombia for a lot of different reasons. I’m pretty sure their reason is white and powdered.”

“Donuts?” She looked at him quizzically for a moment before smiling. “Yeah, you’re probably right. That stuff is so bad for you though. Do you know that it permanently lowers serotonin levels in the brain if you take it regularly? That means that eventually the only way to feel normal is to keep doing the drug. Even if you eventually kick it, the serotonin doesn’t come back, so you’re like permanently depressed.” She paused, “Sorry, I’m a med student, I’m full of fun facts like that.”

Josef laughed. “There are worse character flaws, I suppose. So if it’s not cocaine, what brings you and your friends to Colombia?”

“A guy we know from undergrad is getting married. He’s a big adventurer or whatever, so he and his fiancée decided to get married here. Actually not here, but on the beach in some National Park near here.”

Josef nodded. “Tayrona. It’s supposed to be spectacular, I was planning on heading there at some point myself.”

“The beach sounds nice, but that’s too mellow for our friend so he and some of the guests are going on some crazy trek before the wedding.” Michal shook her head. “Apparently there’s an old, lost city in the jungle near here and you can pay some locals to take you there. It takes a couple days each way and you have to ford some rivers and survive monstrous mosquitos. I guess it’s his version of a psycho bachelor party.”

“That sounds fun,” Josef replied “But I take it from your description that you’re not going?”

“Hell no. I’m about as far out of my comfort zone as I care to go. Plus, I need to study. Irene and Lee are going though. Those are the other two girls in here. We used to be roommates in college.”

“Oh yeah, I think I saw them when I came in.”

“I’ll bet you did.” She smirked at him.

He smiled back at her. “Hey, I didn’t look too closely. But as I remember it, they weren’t the ones without any underwear on.”

She blushed a little. “I hate sleeping with clothes on. Especially when it’s so humid. I hope I didn’t scar you for life or anything.”

“I think I’ll survive somehow. I might need therapy though.”

“Poor baby.”

She walked past him to her bunk. The setting sun painted the rather drab walls of the dorm room in pink and red.

“If you don’t want to add to your therapy bill, you might feriköy escort want to avert your eyes,” Michal told Josef over her shoulder.

Before he could respond, she removed her towel and bent to search through her bag. Josef found himself staring directly at her ass. Her pussy was clearly visible as well. It was covered in a light down of chestnut hair. He saw her looking back at him from between her legs. She smirked again.

He turned away reluctantly. “I’m not sure whether I envy or pity your future patients.”

Just then the door to the room opened.

“Michal! What are you doing?!” The tall, dark-haired girl stood in the doorway staring at them. She was Asian, with high cheekbones and piercing black eyes. Behind her Josef could half-see a smaller blonde girl.

“I’m putting on underwear Irene. It’s not like you haven’t seen me do it before.” Michal pulled a thong out of her bag and stepped into it.

“But you’re doing it right in front of him.”

Michal shrugged. “He already saw us when he came in. Plus, he’s cute and this is the extreme version of ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ We’re in freaking Colombia. Don’t judge me.”

Irene rolled her eyes and stepped into the room. She was wearing blue and grey running pants and a matching top. She waved at curtly at Josef. “I’m Irene. I see you’ve already met Michal.”

Josef nodded.

The girl who followed her into the room looked like she had stepped out of a Vermeer painting. Her skin was almost translucent and her blonde hair framed liquid blue eyes.

“I’m Lee. I’m happy that we’re going to be friends.”

“Umm. Nice to meet you too.” Josef replied.

Irene snorted. “Don’t mind her. She’s like that.”

Josef stood up. “It’s a pleasure to meet all of you. But I should take a shower. I promised to meet a friend for dinner, and I’m filthy. You guys are welcome to join us, of course.” He paused at the door to the shower. “I’ll warn you when I’m about to come out in case you’re changing or whatever.”

“Don’t bother,” answered Irene. “Apparently some of us want you to see them naked and others think they’re destined to be your friend. I’ll just pretend you’re our fourth female roommate.”

———————

Unfortunately, everyone was dressed when Josef emerged wearing board shorts and a semi respectable linen shirt. Irene and Michal had put on dresses.

“We’ll take you up on your dinner offer, if that’s ok.” Michal told Josef.

“Great! An Irish guy in Cartagena told me about a place in town that serves amazing food. Of course, having tasted Irish cooking before, his standards may not be so high. But it’s worth a shot. Let’s just grab my friend from downstairs, and we can be on our way.”

Mira gave Josef a questioning look when she opened her door.

“These are my dorm-mates. Michal, Irene, Lee, meet Mira. We met on the bus. Some jackass stole her bag.”

“Oh that’s terrible!” said Lee sympathetically. “If you need anything, you can come borrow it from us! Underwear, clothes, makeup, whatever.”

“Thank you,” said Mira politely.

–

———————

It turned out the Irishman had excellent taste in food. They ate their dinner on the outdoor patio of a sprawling restaurant that seemed out of place amongst the ramshackle buildings of Taganga. The food was delicious and after three bottles of Malbec and a shot or two of aguardiente, they were all quite drunk.

The restaurant closed a little before eleven and they found themselves on the street.

“Should we go down to the beach?” Josef suggested.

The girls agreed and together they walked down a gravel road scored by runoff from the hills. Most of the food carts that Josef had seen from the bus stop were gone by the time they arrived, though a few remained selling arepas and freshly blended fruit juice. Josef stopped at a small store and bought them a bottle of aguardiente before they wandered out onto the sand.

Taganga sat in a cove. To their right, a long and hilly spit of land stretched out into the water. The moon was out and full, and it traced a silver paint brush trail through the silhouetted fishing boats and dark water in front of them. On the hillside to their left, lights and dance music blared from the open air deck of a club.

Josef found a log and sat down in the middle. Michal quickly took the seat to his immediate right, and Irene sat down beside her. There was a slight pause and then Lee sat to his left with Mira completing the row.

Josef opened the bottle and passed it to his left.

“The semi-official drinking saying in Spanish is ‘Arriba, abajo, al centro, adentro!'” he said, demonstrating the meaning with his hands. “But since we don’t have any shot glasses, we’ll have to settle for ‘Salud!'”

“Have you spent a lot of time down here?” asked Michal.

“More in Central America than in South America. Though some in both.”

“Why?” asked Irene.

“Because it’s fun? Seriously, look at where we are now. We’re staring at moonlight on the Caribbean. Tomorrow I could wake up and decide to go diving, or I could go to Cali and learn Salsa, or to Medellin to snort lines off of Pablo Escobar’s tombstone. Or hell, I could decide I’m bored with Colombia and go to Brazil. It’s an addictive type of rootlessness. And you learn all sorts of things.”

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Sara and I were in the back of a stretch Limo heading back to the Houston rental after the gala to support the foundation that sponsored Paul Bosworth’s research. In the car with us was Barbara Dayworthy, and her husband Paul Bosworth. Also, with us was Sara’s niece Jessica Harper and her boyfriend Praveen Kumar. Sara was commenting to Barbara Dayworthy on the success of the gala.

“Three quarters of a million was a nice round number. That took some organization, darling,” said Sara.

“Throw a party and Houston’s Grand Dames will show up and write checks on their husband’s accounts. You don’t live in Houston we do that kind of money in our sleep,” said Barbara.

The limo pulled up to the driveway of the house that we were using, and a familiar figure was standing by the open door. William was assisting the women out of the car. The limo drove off leaving Barbara and her husband, Jessica and Praveen with us.

“A quick nightcap and William will drive you home,” said Sara.

The lights were on in the house with Paula holding the door. When we were settled, she circulated around with a tray of martinis. I noticed that Sara declined a cocktail and was drinking orange juice instead. Sara commented on the MC who she thought was hideous.

“The woman could barely fit in her dress and to prance around the stage like that I was surprised that there were any bids for the auction,” said Sara.

“I noticed that you were competitive on some of the items, darling,” I said trying to break the mood of the group.

“Paul, I needed your help, if we had worked together, we could have defeated the couple in the red dress and tux, and the foundation that supports Paul’s research would be that much richer. I really wanted that necklace,” said Sara.

“I will find something as beautiful if not more than that cheap piece of glass for you darling,” I said.

“Sara, I’ve asked before, I still want to know what school you sent him to. He seems to know how to make you happy,” said Barbara.

“And as I explained earlier, it takes a lot of practice and patients, but he got the message very quickly. I think he enjoys surprising me,” said Sara.

Paula circulated a second round of drinks and snacks which made the mood in the group relax even more. It was Dr. Bosworth that ended the evening when he stood and announced that he had to get to his lab in the morning. William was standing by the Land Rover and Jessica, Dayworthy and Bosworth got in the back seat and Praveen rode with William. We bid everyone a good evening and went back into the house and sat in the living room and talked about the party.

Sara slid next to me and kissed my cheek. “Paul were you serious about getting me another diamond necklace?”

“I’ve been looking and there are two that I think would look good on you. I can only afford one so I will let you see my selections and you can choose,” I said as I kissed Sara.

“Darling as much as I would like another bauble, we have expenses coming soon so let’s put that off,” said Sara.

We kissed rose and moved to our bedroom, leaving the house for Paula to clean up. I was wondering what expenses Sara was talking about the only thing I could think about was the cabana. I could not see any expenses looming in the future. But if Sara wanted to delay. I could delay.

The Gala we attended was styled as a throwback to the 1920’s. The outfits that the three ladies wore this evening were inspired by “Flappers” and for the most part they carried the look off well. That was the reason Sara commented on the MC’s dress, which was not well thought out. I started to get out of the tux at the same time Sara was undressing in the bathroom. I was in bed just as Sara came into the room. Sara was naked but somehow different from what I remembered her a few weeks before.

She slid next to me and grabbed my hand and placed it on one of her breasts. She rolled further and brought our lips together. Her hand found my cock and was stimulating it to a nice erection.

“Now Mr. Rogers if you will put that thing, between your legs, to good use. Both of us will be happy, me especially,” whispered Sara.

Sara directed my cock into her pussy and then kissed me. “You feel so good Countess, I could make love to you forever,” I said as I began to move my penis in and out of her.

“This is what I wanted, my darling. You and me in the same bed with your tool working my pussy over,” said Sara with a slight laugh.

“You feel great and look beautiful, Sara,” I said before I took one of her breasts in my mouth.

Sara brought my head to hers and our lips met in a long passionate kiss. I continued moving my cock in and out of her warm silky pussy. Sara started to breathe deeply, and I felt Sara orgasm. She suddenly embraced me, kissed me and held on to me. I continued to move my cock in and out of her quim. I made one thrust and felt my cock let go. I held on to Sara as I came down from my orgasm. We both let sleep take over.

The next time I was aware etiler escort there was a knock on the door. “Mr. Rogers breakfast is ready!” said Paula through the door. I moved my arms and legs and found I was alone. Sara must have gotten up earlier. I got out of bed and performed my usual morning tasks. I dressed and walked to the kitchen. On the counter was a glass of orange juice and a plate of eggs and bacon. Sara was not in the house.

“Ms. Solsbery left earlier this morning with Ms. Dayworthy and will call you later, sir,” said Paula without asking.

I sat and ate was hoping that Paula had some left over, but I was disappointed. I guessed that Sara had a hand in that operation. I almost called Bret but remembered the time change and knew that it would not be appreciated if I called them at 7:00.

Mr. Rogers there is a package in the living room that was delivered after you and Ms. Solsberry left last night,” said Paula.

I followed our house manager into the living room and there was a box about the size of a set of golf clubs. There was a large envelope attached, in the envelope was a birthday card from my wife.

The card was funny but the note below was not “I did not forget Happy Birthday darling. Sara Jane Solsbery Countess of Redding” There were all kinds of calligraphic flourishes below words. “This will require a diamond necklace I am sure,” I thought to myself.

I opened the box and found a new set of clubs in a new bag. These were the ones that I was looking at. It looked like Mr. Solsbery isn’t the only one with information sources. Now all I needed was someone to play with.

“Mr. Kumar called and said he was on the way sir,” said Paula.

Another chance to grill Jessica’s boyfriend. This had Sara written all over it. There was a knock on the door and Paula went to answer it. Praveen followed Paula into the living room. He was dressed in a traditional Scottish kilt and I did a double take when I saw him.

“I grew up in Scotland, and I understand that you need a thrashing on the golf course. Grab your sticks and let’s get out of here. By the way the bet is fifty a hole,” said Praveen.

Fifty a hole was real money if Praveen was as good as he put on. I felt the bag and found a set of shoes in one of the compartments. I was ready and needed to school my young friend. But I still thought that fifty a hole was a larger bet than I wanted to get into. Unfortunately, pride kept me from suggesting a different amount. Praveen took me to one of the oldest municipal golf courses in Houston that recently underwent a major renovation. We paid the green and cart fees and drove to the first tee. There was a tall man standing at the first tee who turned around. I almost fainted when I recognized George Cummings standing at the first tee.

“I see you guys finally made it. Paula must have dragged you out of bed, Paul.”

I introduced George to Praveen, and we started to play with the group giving me the honor of starting. I found out that George had a customer in Houston and coordinated with Sara and Paula to get me to the course for a Birthday game. I was touched by George and Sara’s efforts to make my birthday special. “Yes, a new bauble was required,” I thought to myself.

I could have wished for better results. George took me and Praveen to school and Praveen and I split and owed zero at the end of the game. I suggested lunch, but George begged-off saying he had to meet his client. Praveen dropped me at the house, saying that he had to conference with a client. I walked into the house and William took my clubs and said that he would take care of them. I went to where the bar was set up and noticed that Paula and Sara were in the kitchen discussing something.

“Can’t come in here darling it’s a surprise,” said Sara when she noticed me at the bar.

Barbara Dayworthy walked around the corner and grabbed my wrist and led me out of the house.

“Well if you can put up with an old bag as a lunch partner we can get out of here and leave Sara to do Sara things,” said Dayworthy.

“Madam I hardly consider you an “old bag” and would love to have lunch with you. I am still in the market for dirt on Sara. I need more leverage.”

Dayworthy bundled me in her car and we drove to a popular lunch spot near the rental. We stepped up to the counter and ordered and found a table after getting drinks. The food was good and the conversation ranged from Sara and Barbara in school to how Sara and I met. I decided not to go into all the details.

“Sara’s telling included some juicy bits that you left out Mr. Rogers. Are you embarrassed?” said Barbara.

“I’m not afraid to say that Sara and I made love the first night we met,” I replied.

Dayworthy did her job and we spent three hours talking about the political situation to what my next assignments were. I asked where she and Sara went this morning?

“I found Sara a new client as she is the expert in sexual harassment law. The women beyoğlu escort has a PhD in Geology and is an expert in oil reservoir engineering. She was working for Champion Energy and was promised a promotion and then it was withdrawn under suspicious circumstances. I told Sara that I think that there is a case there, and I would like to see some of those high and mighty men taken down a peg,” said Barbara.

Dayworth’s phone beeped and she announced that we were needed at the house. The check came and my credit card beat Dayworthy’s so I picked up the check. I guessed that a couple of diamond incrusted rings would need to materialize.

“She loves you Mr. Rogers, please don’t forget that. I know that you can cut through her BS, just remember that she loves you,” said Dayworthy as we were leaving the restaurant.

“Barbara, I love her, and she has cut through my issues and stayed with me, but the bottom line is I love her,” I said in response.

There were a lot of cars parked around the house when we arrived. When we got to the house the door opened and I was greeted by a large gathering of friends from LA. Sara was standing in the center of the room with a cocktail glass in her hand and a kiss for me. She handed me the cocktail. I looked around the room and saw Bret and George, Mary Barron, and several producers from Code Women

“Darling did Barbara feed you too much we are having an early dinner,” said Sara.

Like the party that I organized for Sara the group broke into a rendering of “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow,” and “Happy Birthday” I was amazed that Sara got so many of our LA friends to come to Houston to celebrate my birthday. I stopped with tears welling up in my eyes. I could not imagine that so many would take a trip to celebrate my birthday. Sara embraced me and we kissed again with the crowd applauding. Sara directed me to the table that was set with beautiful china and silverware. Mrs. Kelly commanded a small group of servers. They placed the first course on the table. Again, the practical part of my mind started to see dollar signs departing from our bank accounts.

Dinner proceeded from course to course and wine to wine. I noticed that Sara did not imbibe. Wine was served, and I saw her pick up the glass, but she just took one or two sips. The final course was my favorite; chocolate cake. I was being urged to stand by Sara, who stood beside me.

“We do have some more presents, but I have to steal some thunder to make the presents make sense. Some of you may have noticed that I have not had my signature martini in my hand. I just lightly sipped the wonderful wines selected by Mrs. Kelly. Just before this trip I visited my doctor and in nine months Paul’s and my live will change with the birth of our first child. Darling, I hope you are happy with this news, I sure am,” said Sara.

I concentrated on keeping my knees stiff so I would not collapse. I embraced Sara actually I used her to steady me and kissed her. Now her behavior made sense. Now what I saw last night made sense. We were going to have a baby. Now I knew why Sara embraced the cabana, one of our offices might become a bedroom.

Sara directed me and the rest of the group out to the living room. Two servers were standing at the entrance with trays of Champagne. There was one glass with orange juice for Sara. On a table were several packages wrapped in bright paper. I picked up one and tore the paper off and looked at the box. It was a fancy video camera, now I understood the gift. Sara would want me to document our baby. The next package I opened was a new fancy watch. It would add to my collection. I guess I was becoming a watch connoisseur as I owned five other fancy watches in addition to a smartwatch.

Sara moved closer to me and whispered. “Do not stop loving me sir that is an order.”

“Yes ma’am, that is something I will not do,” I said.

Bret started the second part of the party by relaying the elaborate planning for Sara’s and my wedding. “We didn’t want you to come up with some excuse not to participate, my friend.” She ended the story by proposing a toast to me on my birthday.

Sara took the floor from her friend; “Paul remember the second or third time I came to visit. You were absolutely shit faced drunk. You left your clothes on the floor and greeted me in a bathrobe. I knew I loved you then, but you were a mess, you needed a strong hand to guide you and I guess that I took on that job. Now you will need to guide me and our baby in the future. I give you John Paul Rogers on the celebration of his birthday!”

I remember being drunk and having Sara surprise me. It was not my finest hour the incident at the Salsbery home in England later wasn’t much better. Other friends took the floor and relayed less than glorious stories, but it was all in friendship at least I hoped so.

I also heard more bottles of Champagne being opened and quickly held up my glass for a refill. I grabbed Sara and kissed her; I was cihangir escort in a mood that I would kiss anything that came close. I polished off my second glass and held it aloft wanting a refill. I hand took my glass and put it on the waiter’s tray and it was whisked away. In my ear was Sara saying that I had had enough.

“Darling it is my birthday, I can overindulge if I want,” I whispered.

“But you’re no good to me if your drunk, and I want me some Paul Rogers tonight,” Sara whispered back.

“I was thinking along the lines of Pol Roger.”

“What am I going to do with you, darling?” asked Sara.

I suddenly realized that everyone’s eyes were focused on us and we still had guests to entertain. Sara had me worked up and all I wanted was to make love to my beautiful wife and mother-to-be.

Bret approached and I knew she wanted to talk about credit and compensation on her new project.

“I have a counter-offer Paul, you get a writing credit and you and Sara get Executive Producers credit. I can only offer one hundred plus ten of the gross.”

“Make it one fifty and we have a deal, and Sara and I continue to be involved,” I replied.

A hand moved down my leg to my knee and up toward my crotch. I saw Sara move her hand while I was talking to Bret. Sara moved down when she mentioned the one hundred and up when I mentioned the one fifty. Mrs. Kelly fought through the crowd and placed a glass of Champagne in my hand.

“You looked like you could use some refreshment, Mr. Rogers.”

I emptied the glass in almost one swallow and Mrs. Kelly was quick to refill it. I turned to Sara and explained the deal and she kissed me.

“Bret one fifty and ten take it or leave it,” I said as I finished the glass of champagne.

“I thought you were my friend,” said Bret before I held up my hand.

“I am your friend but now you want something of mine, and I want to be compensated. Bret your shows have done wonders for the streaming network, and I was proud to be a part of some of the success you had. I just want to be paid for my part in the creation of the next hit. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes, Paul we have a deal, I will get the paperwork to you next week.”

I reached over and kissed Bret on the cheek. She was a friend and a person that got me through some tough times.

“Still friends Bret?”

“Of course, Paul but you shouldn’t be kissing me while your wife is around.”

Sara leaned over and kissed Bret and then me and let her hand move up and down my leg.

“See Bret I know who loves who,” said Sara.

I rose and moved around the room making sure that people were entertained. Servers kept offering food and refreshed Champagne glasses. Jessica and Praveen were seated in a corner when I came by.

“Your boyfriend is a very good golfer Jessica, do you play?”

“Yes, I play. It is almost a requirement in my job. I have been known to beat him at times. I hear that your friend Bret is a serious player, will she be in Houston long enough to get in a game?” asked Jessica.

I called over to Bret and Sara. “Your niece wants a crack at Bret. How long are you going to be in Houston?”

“I can extend if I can get a crack at getting some more of the Solsbery’s money,” said Bret.

“Looks like we have two threesomes tomorrow. Loser buys lunch,” I announced.

I noticed that Praveen was working his phone. “Ok we are reserved for 9:30 tomorrow if you old farts can get up at that hour,” said Praveen with a laugh.

“Watch who you are calling and old fart sir,” I said.

I waited for a server to freshen up my glass as I was feeling giddy. I wanted to go over to Sara and encourage her to try the Champagne, but I decided not to try my luck. I continued around the room when Sara and Bret came up beside me and directed me to the couch.

“We are still in control, darling just relax,” said Sara as she kissed me.

What I wanted to do was take my wife in my arms and make passionate love to her. But that would need to wait for later, and I might be less drunk. I noticed that the guests were beginning to leave. I stood and thanked them for making the trip to celebrate my birthday. I sat down again hoping that I did not make a larger fool of myself. Mrs. Kelly came and stationed herself next to me when Sara got up to thank our guests. I guessed that she was my minder now. I mentioned that my glass was empty but got no response from her.

I tried to stand but decided that it was not a good idea. In my mind I counted the two cocktails and four glasses of wine and three or more glasses of Champagne. I was toast. The house emptied and Sara came in and I waited for the blast that I knew was coming. But nothing came she told Mrs. Kelly to start the cleanup and she would take care of me. She helped me to my feet and directed me to our bedroom and helped me get my clothes off. I had moved from the euphoric state to the depressed state. I was being helped by Sara to the bathroom. The shower was on and hot and she closed the door leaving me alone.

“I’m sorry, Sara,” I said over and over hoping to get a response, but nothing came. I finally felt better and shut the shower off and found the towel and began to wipe myself dry. I walked out and found Sara sitting in one of the chairs naked waiting for me.

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Bedsheets strewn aside, thin shafts of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds and streamed over her sensuous curves. Our bodies were nestled together, spooning, as I soaked in the sight and feel of her silky smooth warm skin against me. My senses slowly aroused, feeling the soft warmth of the back of her thighs and firm ass pressed against my awakening cock. Savoring the scent of her hair intermixed with the light aroma of the massage oil we had spread over each other last night. The subtle musk of our sex ignited erotic images of last nights storm of sexual passion, causing my cock to warm and swell, softly pressing against her ass, seeking her attention.

I gently pulled her hair away from her neck, lightly kissing below her ear, I couldn’t resist nuzzling against her neck, my lips grazing softly down her neck, tracing over her shoulder. I caressed my hand over the curve of her hip, then lightly massaging over her thigh and leg, enjoying the warmth and feel of her smooth skin. Her legs clasped together, my fingertips could only brush over the top of her mound, softly circling, wanting to rub over her pussy, arouse her heat, feel her wetness. I slowly caressed my hand up her stomach, cupping over her breast, gently trapping her nipple between my fingers. Lifting my hand from her breast, I licked two fingers and lightly teased my wet fingertips around her areola and nipple, grinning as I watched her bud rise and harden to my touch.

Teasing her nipple, my cock twitched and swelled against her ass, and the erotic memories and sensations of last nights sex play reeled through my mind…the feel of spreading and massaging warm oil over each other, exploring and tantalizing each others erogenous zones…the sight and sounds of her playing her vibrator over her swollen wet pussy and clit, while feeling her lick and suck my cock as I teased her nipples…her thighs tightening against my head, grinding her slippery pussy against my lips and tongue…the lust in her eyes as she straddled me, riding my cock, her pussy sliding and clenching around my hard shaft as I rubbed and squeezed her nipples…the sound of her gasps and moans as she trembled against me in orgasm, soaking my cock and thighs with her cum…her sexy grin as she looked up into my eyes, licking and massaging my cock, while she strummed her clit…the gleam in her eyes, lusty enthusiasm and sultry voice as she coaxed me to cum for her…the intensity of her excitement as I thrust against her in orgasm…the sight and feel of her milking the cum from my cock, then continuing to stroke and suck me back to hardness as she rubbed her pussy against my leg…the feel of her pussy as I pumped my cock into her from behind, my balls slapping against her lips, hands over her hips driving our rhythm…the passion in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at me, spanking her ass, urging me to fuck her harder, faster…feeling her shiver against me in orgasm, her hot juices flowing over my cock…my hips thrusting against her ass, her hand between her legs fondling my tightening balls, feeling my cock pumping against her pussy wall…the electric surge of my orgasm shooting through me as my cock pulsed, spurting cum for her.

The memories of last night caused the warm pleasurable ache of my lust to flow through me. My balls feeling heavy as my hardening cock strained, pushing firmly up against her ass. She sighed and stirred slightly, slowly topkapı escort shifting her thighs, pushing her ass against me, pressing against my shaft, squeezing out pre-cum. I kissed her neck as I wrapped my arm around her, caressing over her breast, once again capturing her nipple between my fingers. Her eyes still closed, she smiled lazily and subtly tilted her head to expose her neck for me as I nuzzled and grazed my lips down her neck and over her shoulder. Arching herself against me, she moaned softly and rubbed her ass against my cock, teasing “Mmmm, is that for me?”

My lips at her ear I smiled and whispered, “Shhh, it’s your present.”

She giggled, then slowly gyrated her ass against me and whispered “I think I know what it is…when can I have my present?”

I didn’t answer as I kissed down the nape of her neck, slowly sliding my hand down from her breast, tracing over her ribs, then teasing my fingers between her thighs and over her mound. Massaging over her clasped thighs and hips, then caressing the back of her thighs, my fingertips explored over the moist folds of her pussy lips, exposed between her thighs. She moaned softly as I lightly traced over the length of her slit, then teasing a finger around her rim, she inhaled sharply as I nipped her earlobe, and I finally replied, “When you’re ready.”

Grinning seductively, she rolled back slightly towards me, looking into my eyes as she parted her thighs, spreading one leg over mine, I slid my hand over her moist pussy, massaging over her slit, moaning softly at my touch she whispered, “I’m ready for my present” as she reached behind her and grasped my cock, throbbing for her.

I couldn’t resist teasing, “Hmmm, I’ll be the judge of that”, as I caressed my fingers over and around her clit, circling her mound, she raised her hips to meet my touch as she stroked my cock. Our lips pressed in a deep kiss, I eased a finger into her slippery pussy. She playfully nipped my lower lip, pushing against my finger, coaxing me deeper, grinding her pussy against hand.

I slowly pumped my finger into her wet hole as my hand massaged over her pussy lips, spreading her juices, brushing over her clit, her hips thrusting and gyrating against my hand as she stroked my hard cock against her ass. My other arm was wrapped around her, hand clasped over her breast, fingers circling and teasing her hard nipple, squeezing and pulling her bud between my fingers.

Our tongues played wildly between our lips as I dipped two fingers into her, massaging against her pussy walls, thrusting deeper, she moaned, squeezing her pussy around my fingers. Fucking her with my fingers, my palm rubbed and bumped over her clit, sending hot shivers of pleasure through her, her pussy grinding against my hand.

She raised and shifted her hips, freeing my cock and spreading her legs further, then reaching over my hand she guided my pre-cum slickened cock between her thighs, pressing my hard shaft against her lips, stroking my cock against her pussy.

I slowed my pace and eased my fingers out of her pussy, she drew in a sharp breath at the loss of my touch and quickly plunged her own fingers in, finger fucking herself with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. Our eyes locked as I licked her juices from my fingers and with a wicked grin she arched up and kissed along my neck, pumping her fingers deeper into her çapa escort pussy. The taste of her essence fired my lust for more. Leaning over her, I kissed over her neck and cheek to her lips, then teasing my tongue over her lips I whispered deeply, “I want to taste more of you.”

Her eyes widened and she playfully nipped my lower lip, moaning “Mmmm, yessss!”.

I slid down alongside her and lifted her legs up, pushing them back towards her, and she reached up behind her knees, pulling her legs back, spreading herself open for me. Kneeling in front of her, I leaned over to kiss and lick down the back of her legs, massaging my hands over her hips and thighs, my hard shaft rubbing over her pussy. Tracing my tongue down from behind her knees, I kissed and licked over the back of her thighs and over her ass, teasing closer to the heat of her pussy, playfully nipping her ass.

Massaging her ass, I licked along the crease between her thighs and pussy lips, then rubbed my thumbs over the glistening folds of her slit, fingers spreading her wetness down to the rim of her ass. Teasing my tongue along length of her swollen lips, I pushed her legs back further and she leaned back, her knees pressed against her breasts, she raised her hips as I tucked a pillow below her.

Admiring the beauty of her wet pussy, I rubbed my hand over her slippery lips, fingers brushing over her clit. Our eyes locked as I slowly lapped along the sides of her lips, then broad tongue strokes over the length of her slit, occasionally flicking my tongue around the hood of her rising clit, but not touching. She moaned, “Mmmm, yess babe, lick my pussy!”, gasping softly with each tongue stroke as she watched me lap over her pussy, pushing her hips up, spreading herself open further for my touch.

Tracing my tongue down the length of her slit, I flicked over her sweet spot between her rim and pussy while lightly circling my fingertips over her clit, her hips shivering at the sensation, she moaned out “Ooooh, fuuck yeeaahh…feels sooo goood!”.

Licking up to her clit, I teased a wet finger against her rim, circling her asshole, pressing against her rim as I flicked my tongue around her clit, alternately kissing and sucking over her slippery pearl. She drew in her breath sharply at the feel of my finger rubbing her rim, her hips grinding, trying to push her pussy against lips and tongue. Flicking her clit, I firmly grasped her ass, spreading her cheeks wide, pressing my thumb against her wet rim with one hand, stroking two fingers into her pussy with the other.

Rolling her hips against the rhythm of my fingers and tongue, she groaned as her breathing became rapid and shallow, closing her eyes she tilted her head back, still holding her legs spread, juices flowing down her ass. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her vibrator laying within reach. Keeping the rhythm of my tongue flicking and finger fucking, I grabbed her vibrator and turned it on, the pressed the tip against her wet rim. She gasped sharply, pushing and squirming her ass against the vibrator, moaning “Mmmm, yesss…oohh don’t stop!”, as her wetness flowed.

Her warm juices lubricating the tip of the vibe, she groaned deeply as I eased it into her ass, gently inching it deeper with short rhythmic strokes. My tounge flicked passionately over her reddened clit, fingers stirring her pussy, I felt her body tense, then she fatih escort suddenly shuddered against me, groaning as she releasing her grip on her legs, pushing her hips up, arching against my face, cum gushing, the vibrator slipped out of her ass as she rapidly ground her pussy against while squeezing and pulling her nipples. I wrapped my arms around her hips, lapping her flowing juices, savoring the essence of her hot swollen pussy. Lust surged through me at the thrill of her orgasm, my hard pre-cum covered cock throbbing, aching to fuck her.

Her orgasm still subsiding, I rose to my knees, lifting her legs up to me, then spread her legs as I rested them against my chest and shoulders, rubbing my cock over her slit. Our eyes locked and I leaned forward over her, pushing her legs back, then spreading them as I lowered myself over to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me down to her lips in a deep passionate kiss, moaning as she tasted her juice on my tongue.

My hard shaft pressed against her cum soaked pussy, sliding over her swollen lips, teasing against her still sensitive clit, she wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me tighter, grinding against my cock. I broke our kiss, then kissed over her neck to her ear, I whispered, “I think you’re ready for your present now.”

She giggled, then grinning as she squeezed and pulled her nipples, she teased, “Oooo, I can’t wait…how are you going to give it to me?”

Nuzzling against her neck I whispered, “I need to slide it inside you…fuck you with it.”

She nipped my earlobe, kissing my neck and ear, and whispered, “Mmmm, my favorite kind of present…give it to me…fuck me…I want to feel you cum.”

Pushing myself up, I slid back and knelt between her legs as I said, “Roll over, on your knees.”

Her face flushed, she smiled luxuriously as she rolled over and raised her ass to me, looking back into my eyes with a nasty grin she spread her legs, pulling her nipple with one hand as she rubbed her other hand over her pussy and murmured, “Give it to me.”

My stiff cock ached for her pussy, throbbing as I grabbed her hips, pushing my tip into her slit, her hand cupped my heavy balls and I couldn’t resist my urge to thrust deep into her. She moaned out, “Ooo, yeah babe, fuck me…fuck me hard!”

Her words stoked my lust and I pumped hard into her, my hips slapping firmly against her ass, thrusting deep into her, feeling her squeeze around my shaft, my cockhead bumping against her pussy wall. Her hand reached between her legs, massaging my sac and coaxing the cum from my balls, I pumped faster, feeling the hot ache of my orgasm boiling, she pressed a finger against the rim of my ass, passionately urging me on “Mmm, yeah, fuck me…Oooh, feels sooo good…come on, cum for me!”

Her wet finger pushed into my ass, sending me over the edge. The white heat of my orgasm rushed through me as my thighs shuddered against her ass, I let out a deep groan, thrusting hard into her, my weight pushing her ass down onto the bed, swollen cock pumping cum deep into her pussy. Slumping over her, chest heaving, pressed against her back, my hands clasped over hers I nuzzled and kissed over her shoulder and nape of her neck. Hips slowly grinding against her ass, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy around my cock as my orgasm ebbed, cum flowing from her slit, soaking the sheet.

Easing my weight off her, my semi-hard cock slipped out of her, we both sighed at the loss, then laughed together at our reaction. I nestled alongside her and she turned to spoon against me. Bedsheets strewn aside, thin shafts of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds and streamed over her sensuous curves.

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This seemed to be a typical Saturday, with Mr. Dawson mowing his lawn and the boys playing basketball in the driveway. I loved the way the sun warmed my face as I stepped beyond the shadows of the house. I thought how this was a perfect day to celebrate our fifteenth wedding anniversary. Well, it would have been except for the fact that Dave had been called away at the last minute to settle a labor problem in their east coast branch—something about a pending strike. It was unusual for him to travel, but who am I to complain? Dave has always provided well for me and the kids. I’ve been blessed to have all we do.

The mail box was full. I sorted it out as I walked back into the house. The damp grass felt wonderful squeezing through my toes. Our mail mostly consisted of advertisers and some utility bills. Hmmm… what’s this? A letter from David? Probably an anniversary card. He was always thoughtful that way. I couldn’t remember him ever missing an anniversary or birthday for me and the kids.

I filed the junk mail in the trash compactor and poured myself a cup of coffee. Sitting at the kitchen bar, I started to tear open Dave’s letter, when Robby popped his head in the door and asked, “Mom, can Rick and I go to the park? Allen says there’s a pickup game.”

“Don’t you want me to fix you two some lunch?”

“Naw, we’re good, Mom.”

“Okay, have fun. No fighting and be back before dark.” I truly sound like a mom, I chuckled to myself.

I smiled, thinking how Robby and Rick were inseparable. Even though they looked identical, they were fraternal twins. They’ve been such a blessing to me—my little miracles. I was told after their birth I needed a partial hysterectomy because of some abnormal growth. That meant I couldn’t have more children, so it was a stroke of luck I had twins. Except for having to take hormones daily, I completely recovered.

I went back to the letter and pulled out an anniversary card. It was a lovely scented card. Inside was a note, hand written, that said, “Thank you for being the best wife and mother any man could dream of. I love you with all my heart. See you soon. Counting the days until I’m home. Love, Your husband, Dave.”

Inside the envelope there was also a letter. I opened it and began to read. The first thing I noticed was the letter, like the card, was also hand written. I took a sip of coffee and began to read.

My dearest wife Jenny,

In almost sixteen years, I can’t recall ever writing you a letter before. Why am I now? It is because every time I try to bring this subject up, the words just stick in my throat.

First, I want to say I love you and need you more than air. You are everything to me. I’ve never ever been attracted to anyone the way I am to you. I know I’ve disappointed you at times but you never make me feel anything but supported and loved, even in my failures. I watch other wives nag their husbands, but you never do that because we’ve always had great communication. I always feel your encouragement.

So, why this letter? I’ve been struggling with certain issues in my life that started about five years ago—things I just recently began seeing a therapist about. It started as a passing thought and has grown into a full-fledged obsession. My therapist said I should talk to you about this and God knows I have tried. That is the reason I waited until I was on this two-week business trip to share what he suggested. He says I am clinically what he would classify as a Wittol. Look it up. I don’t know the exact definition.

We as a couple, click on all levels. Well, almost all. The only thing I have seen lacking in our relationship is our diminishing sex life. It’s not anyone’s fault and I’m certainly not blaming you. I think we have just grown too familiar with each other. Sex kind of went from hot and steamy to… functional….

You are probably the sexiest thirty-five year-old woman on the planet. Sometimes I watch you dress and find your body even hotter today than when we first married. So many women your age let themselves go, but not you, even after giving birth to two wonderful kids. Your total dedication to health and fitness have paid off big-time. I don’t think you know how sexy you are. Which brings me back to why I wrote this letter.

About five years ago, when we used to go to the gym together, I was watching you workout in that skin-tight leotard. You know, the one you always wore to the gym that fit like a second skin. You were on the stair climber and I was using the bench press. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Your large breasts were swaying as you pumped the machine and your firm, shapely butt was perfection in motion.

I wasn’t the only one that noticed you. The guy next to me saw me staring at you and said, “I’m seeing the same thing, mate. I’d give a month’s pay to get her between the sheets. If she were my woman, I couldn’t keep my hands off her.”

For some reason, this stranger’s lustful admission excited me. That was the first time I ever fantasized about you being with another man… but it wouldn’t mecidiyeköy escort be the last. After that day, the seed that was planted started to grow. I began to regularly picture you with different men we know. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t control it. The fantasies continued.

I would get angry at myself for thinking such deviant thoughts about the woman I loved, causing periods where I’d withdraw. At first, I just told myself it was nothing but a passing phase, but it grew into a full-fledged obsession. That’s why I sought counseling. I figured you would find out about the therapy when you saw the checks I wrote to the therapist.

My love, I would never do anything to jeopardize our marriage. I just can’t help myself. I truly have this hidden desire to see you with another man. There, I said it! I know when you read this, all kinds of things will go through your mind. So, to dispel any thoughts you might have that I want to be with other women, I have no such thoughts or intentions. I want none other than you. I’ve always believed your body is yours and yours alone. What you do with it is, always has been, and always will be your choice. It is an extreme privilege to be your partner in life.

I can’t expect you to understand my feelings. I don’t understand them myself. I would take little events and build them into my fantasy, like the time you were dancing with Carl at the Christmas party and he was getting fresh, feeling you up. I knew we all had had too much to drink and you eventually pushed him away, but not after a substantial groping. I should have got angry and intervened, but all I could think about was what was he whispering in your ear? What stands out to me the most about that night was when we got home, you almost raped me. I knew the stimulation you received from Carl sparked desires in you—desires I joyfully benefited from.

Then there was the time you were getting help from that personal trainer. I can’t remember his name—the body builder. I gasped aloud when I saw him stretching you out. From the bulge he was packing, I’m sure he wanted to stretch more than your legs. I watched you giggle and flirt with him. When I saw his hands trace down your sides over your hips, I should have been furious, but strangely, it excited me and added fuel to my fantasy.

I can’t imagine what you must be thinking at this point. I could keep hiding these feelings, but I wanted you to know the truth of why I’m going to therapy. I love you with every fiber of my being, and pray this does not harm our marriage. I shouldn’t ask this, but have you ever fantasized being with another man? I know by the way you look, that you must be propositioned constantly. Are you ever tempted? Does knowing how I feel change anything?

After reading this, text me back if you want to discuss this. If you don’t, dispose of this letter and I won’t ever bring it up again.

Your loving, faithful husband, David After reading his letter the second time, I wasn’t sure how to react. Should I be angry, sympathetic, disappointed or just shocked? Shocked was my initial reaction. I thought about his options and considered taking option two, to just shred this and never think about it again. However, I love Dave and I should be able to discuss anything with him. We’d always been able to work through anything.

I picked up my phone and texted him: I received your letter.

I waited for a response. About five minutes later, I heard my phone beep for a new text. It simply said: I’m in a meeting. We can talk at seven.

I tried to get back to my chores, but my mind was never far from that letter. It’s not every day a wife gets told her husband wants to share her with others. I took out my tablet and googled “Wittol.”

It said: “Noun: wittol (plural wittols) (archaic) A man who knows, condones, and even encourages his wife’s enjoyment of coitus with another man or men: a contented cuckold.”

That had to be one of the most bizarre things I’d ever read. It made no sense. What could a husband get out of his wife having sex with another man? Moreover, how could a loving wife do that?

I thought back to Dave’s example of when I was dancing with Carl. I hadn’t even been aware of Dave watching, but It’s good that he didn’t see everything: like when I went into the kitchen and Carl followed. I’d been a bit tipsy and Carl took advantage by kissing me and groping my breasts. I had pushed him away and slapped him… eventually. And yes, I admit I was turned on.

Just past noon, the doorbell rang. It was FTD with a bouquet of roses. I put them in a vase and read through the letter again. This whole thing seemed so weird and contrary to how I knew my husband of fifteen years.

It was about four-fifteen when my phone rang. I rushed to answer and tapped that little green phone icon.

“Hey, babe,” I said. “I thought you were not going to be available until seven.”

“It’s after seven, my time.”

“Oh… I forgot about the time difference. I miss, you. How’s it going nişantaşı escort there?””Miss you more,” Dave replied. “Happy anniversary. These negotiations are going poorly, but that is to be expected. There is a lot of blustering in the beginning. How are the kids?”

“They are still at the park. I swear they would sleep with those basketballs if I’d let them.”

There was a pause in the conversation. We were both avoiding the elephant in the room. Then Dave asked softly, “Jen… did you get my card?”

“Yes, it was beautiful and so were the roses.” I said, avoiding what he truly wanted to know.

“Um, did you read my letter?” he asked.

I paused and hesitated at first. “Yes… several times. Dave, I don’t know what to say. I was pretty shocked.”

“I figured you would be. I tried to talk about it several times but couldn’t find the words. Then I decided that a letter would allow me to express all my thoughts without interruption. Can you possibly forgive me?”

“Sweetheart, what is there to forgive? What have you done besides share something you’ve been struggling with? We will talk more about it when you get home. I love you, big boy.”

“Hun, I need to get a bite to eat. I couldn’t digest any food until we talked. And sweetheart… thank you.”

“For what?” I said.

“For being the most awesome wife on earth, that’s what.”

“Awwww! Flattery is going to get you everywhere. Go eat. We’ll talk more later.”

“I’m gonna Subway and hit the sack. Love, you. Goodnight.”

“Sleep tight. Love you more.”

-oOo-

The next few days were normal. We talked twice a day and neither one of us broached the subject of his letter. However, there seemed to be this unspoken tension between us regarding his intentions for me. I couldn’t get a handle on the whole thing. I kept my emotions in check and didn’t say anything, fearing it would cause a rift between us.

I needed more information, so I decided to research this whole ‘wittol’ thing, but google kept referring me to “cuckold.” When I clicked on cuckold, thousands of websites popped up—literally, thousands. It appeared to be a popular subject. There were support groups, porn sites, how-to manuals, story sites, hookup sites, clothing, toys… the list was endless. I was flabbergasted. It appeared that hundreds of thousands or even millions were involved in this lifestyle.

I decided to read more and find out what my husband was into. I ordered a book called Becoming a Hot-wife for my kindle. Over the next couple days, I read every chance I could. I was shocked, but undeniably aroused. I started to give my vibrator a real workout. Somehow, after knowing Dave’s intentions for me, I felt bolder and more confident. Why? Was it because my husband wanted me to have sex with others? This was troubling to me, so I decided to talk further with Dave Thursday evening.

I waited for his call but he was late. He missed his regular time. I had so many things to ask him. The kids were in their room playing Nintendo and I was looking at the news with my phone in lap. Soon it was time to put the kids to bed. I worried something had happened. I decided to phone him. He picked up on the third ring. I could hear loud talking and music in the background.

“Hi babe! What’s up?” he asked.

“Where are you? It’s after midnight where you’re at.”

“Sorry, Hun, I’m in some bar. We are celebrating.”

“Celebrating what? I can hardly hear you.”

“We made a preliminary agreement pending the lawyers’ review. I tell you what, let me inform the guys I’m going back to my hotel.”

“Dave, don’t you dare drive!”

“No worries, princess. My hotel is across the street. I’ll call you back in ten.”

“Okay. Don’t walk out in front of a car! Talk soon.”

I poured a cup of coffee and stared at the clock. Ten minutes passed, then twenty… finally the buzz. I picked up immediately.

“Hi, Dave, are you alone?”

“Of course I’m alone. The only hot chick in my life is you.” He chuckled. “What’s up? You sound stressed.”

“I just miss you, David. It’s lonely without you.”

“Jen, I miss you, too. But there’s something more, isn’t there?” He could always read me.

“Yes, there is. I want to talk with you more about your letter.”

There was a pause and then he replied, “What do you want to know?”

“Why would you even think of such a thing?”

“I’ve been struggling with that same question for years. My therapist says those desires are not uncommon. He says it’s a universal desire for many men over a wide range of races, cultures, and economic classes. He explained that husbands tend to feel less effective as lovers as they age. In turn, that triggers a response of wanting his wife or significant other to be pleasured by another man.”

“That’s nuts. You’re not old, and you’re a wonderful lover.”

“Be honest, Jenny. Don’t you miss the passion we once shared? Remember how we couldn’t keep our hands off each other? Now our love making seems like… functional kağıthane escort maintenance.”

“Well, this is just a sign that we need to work on a few things, that’s all. I would never cheat on you, no matter what. I love you.”

“I love you, too. But what I was fantasizing about was not cheating.”

“How would me making love to another man not be cheating?”

“First, you wouldn’t be making love with another man, you’d be fucking him. Making love is reserved for me. Cheating is sneaking around behind your spouse’s back. What you’d be doing would be with my support and encouragement.”

“And I suppose this gives you the green light to fool around at the conferences you go on?”

“No! I’d never ever do that. I’m not even tempted. This is about you taking lovers, not me. I know it sounds nuts.”

“Yes, it does! Totally crazy! This is a lot to take in,” I sighed.

“You sound upset. I apologize for upsetting you.”

“David, for a guy with a 140 IQ, you can be so incredibly dumb at times. I looked up ‘wittol’ and ‘cuckold,’ I even downloaded a book. I can’t believe you want me to have unrestrained sex while you just… watch? What do you get out of this arrangement?”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“This is a good time to explain, don’t you think?”

“Well… I get the satisfaction of knowing you are well taken care of.”

“Bullshit! Do you want a divorce? Is that it? Go ahead, admit it!” I started to cry.

“No way! I don’t want a divorce. I love you with every fiber of my being. I’d die without you.”

“I’m going to hang up now, David. This is too upsetting.”

“Please don’t hang up. This is what I feared. Jen, I love you and I am not going to force you to have sex with another man. If you ever act on this, the choice is all yours. All I ask is that you are honest and tell me.”

“You do realize you’re not playing with a full deck, buster? So… hypothetically, how did you envision this was going to happen?”

“Well, I’ve never really got that far, but hypothetically speaking of course, I suppose you’d take one of those offers that I’m sure comes your way so frequently.”

“And where is this ‘hypothetical rendezvous’ supposed to take place? Have you considered we have two children at home?”

“Wait a second, sweetheart, are we actually planning on having this happen?”

“Of course, not! I could never in a million years cheat on you,” I said breathlessly. “However, the book I’m reading suggests to try it at least once for an experimental trial run, then evaluate your feelings with one another before pursuing it further. How does that idea strike you?” I could hear the hope in Dave’s voice. “I couldn’t possibly cheat on you,” I reiterated. “We have a family. There is too much at stake.”

“It’s not cheating if I know where you are and what you’re doing, but I’ve already said that. We’re just going in circles now. Let’s sleep on it. I’ve got a long day tomorrow. If we can wrap up this agreement, I’ll be home Saturday.”

“Good night, crazy husband.”

“Good night, wife.”

-oOo-

I attempted to sleep, but every time I tried, I was haunted by my thoughts. This whole thing had me incredibly worked up. I was now actually remembering how I was before I met David. We first saw each other in the school library. He was so handsome that my toes curled (my toes are my hot-guy barometer). When he saw that I was staring at him, he smiled. My heart melted. He sweetly asked if he could use my table. I instantly agreed, thinking he could use anything of mine. Except for a few pleasantries, we didn’t talk. From the stack of books he was reading, I could tell he was extremely intelligent. Intelligent guys turned me on. Hell, any hot guy turned me on.

The next day, I was walking to my biology class when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned and faced this dreamboat, staring deeply into his hazel eyes.

“Excuse me, aren’t you the girl from the library?”

“Yep, that’s me, library girl.” I could hardly speak.

“I’m glad I found you. I think you left this on the table.” He fished out my chemistry notes from his stack of folders.

“Oh my God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was searching everywhere for them.” I dropped my books and gave him a hug that almost knocked him over.

After he recovered from being tackled by a crazy blonde chick, he said, “I’m David Cooper.”

“Glad to meet you, David Cooper, I’m Jennifer Maxwell.” I curtsied and lifted the hem of my skirt.

“Hahaha, you’re just too cute. I’ve never done this before, but would you care to have dinner with me?”

“Really? You’ve never had dinner before?” I looked serious.

“Please tell me that you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Okay. I don’t have a boyfriend,” I lied.

We were married three months later. But what David never knew was that I was a campus slut. He should have had a clue when I fucked his brains out on our first date. Dinner wasn’t even that good, but I made sure his dessert was something to write home about.

We were still very much in love and apparently on the verge of a new adventure. I realized from our last conversation this had shifted from “if” to “how.” A week ago, I never would have thought I’d be thinking about possible lovers. All this hot-wife talk was igniting embers in me I thought had burned out long ago. I was becoming a girl on fire.

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It was the mid 70’s, I was only twenty years of age and desperate for something exciting to happen. I was in Thailand’s Pang Pot red light area out for a stroll before I went to Vietnam.

“You wanna fuck me?” Taunted the Thai blue satin clad bunny girl leaning seductively on the door frame of her luxurious abode. I struggled to catch my breath as the girl was pure sex, a dream girl, the type you yearned for all those lonely sexually frustrated nights, a girl that was beyond fantasy, platitudinous personified, an erotic time bomb exploding into my senses.

“Well?” She questioned sweetly, provocatively running one sexily manicured hand over the taut perfect curves of her tightly bound breast. She then arched her back and rested her hand on her perfect hips. She smiled sweetly her healthy shiny black hair stealthily spreading over her forehead pinned by her bunny girl ears one of which had tantalisingly fallen over one eye as her other sparked out through her long curving winking eyelashes.

“Why you not wanna fuck me?” She coyly tormented as I stood transfixed before this vision of beauty my eyes down cast as if heavy from aesthetic intoxication, staring at the top of her thighs leading into her stain covered triangle of paradise.

“Er well yes I would love to er, em fuc.. er have you as you say but I really must rush,” I spluttered, looking at an imaginary watch.

“But I fuck you good,” pleaded the starlet, “no one do you better in whole of Bangkok.”

“Yes, yes I’m sure you would, terribly disappointing but I must dash,” I wheezed before slipping away into the bustling night crowd.

“I do you for free,” the bunny girl shouted as I dodged the army of sellers pushing hastily crayoned drink and drug prices into my face, etched on cardboard.

“No thanks,” I shouted lamentably and quickly darted into the haggling mass.

I was trying to be a photo journalist and was on my way to Cambodia via Vietnam. In those days you couldn’t fly direct, you had to stop in Thailand and then apply for a visa at the embassy.

When I told people I was going to Thailand there were a lot of innuendoes. I was so naive I really didn’t know what it was like. I soon found out that if a girl talked to a foreigner she was instantly labeled a prostitute. All pros were protected by a pimp, like the Bunny girl I had just talked too .

Another girl had been watching me, casually dressed in blue jeans and a white blouse. Like most of the girls in Thailand she had long slick healthy hair an exotic face and brown eyes.

“You no like girls?” She chirped, quickly keeping pace with me. I didn’t know if she was teasing me or trying to be funny.

“Where you go?” She asked grabbing my arm.

“My hotel.”

“I come too?”

“No!”

“Oh sorry, me forget, you no like girls!”

She was very insulting in a jokey way and I tried not to rise to the bait.

“You no like girls, you like men,” She giggled.

That was too far even for my fragile ego.

“Hey I do like girls!” I remonstrated.

“Then why you not want to fuck?” She goaded.

“Look I really don’t have the time,”

“But everyone has time to fuck.” She reasoned and she was right. I was scared in truth, out of my depth. I wasn’t a virgin but there again I wouldn’t have said I was experienced and in a country like Thailand experienced mattered more then anything.

“So whats the matter, you cant get it up?”

This time I thought she had gone a little too far. I stopped and turned on her to address her aggressively to her face. “Hey!” I shouted to no avail as she smiled and laughed back at my best hard şişli escort tough guy face.

“Is that it, you have a floppy cock?” She laughed.

“No I don’t!” I snapped back not breaking stride.

“Oh!” She sarcastically slurred, “I bet you a big, big boy who fuck little Thai girl like me real good!” She went on provoking.

“Look go away, my size has nothing to do with you,” I seethed as I dropped my shoulder to rid her of her grip.

“So you have a little pee, pee, Oh poor little boy.” She piercingly laughed once more. A laugh that was getting right under my skin.

“Poor little white boy with a tiny little cock, he not able to fuck!”

She kept on like this until I started to think, ” I’ll fuck you in two if you don’t shut up!”

Thats when she had won. Of course I didn’t know this at the time but she had played me expertly. She was very skilled at playing the male macho against itself and I fell into her trap.

I thought I had called her bluff and invited her back to my room, of course this was what she wanted and I took the bait hook line and sink.

I had invited people to my room before, male and female Thais, drinking, beer, chatting and watching tv.

I welcomed the company but God I was dumb. Sitting in my mini silk bath robe, legs up and my companions pointing out who was gay in the films we were watching. I didn’t twig at all.

This particular girl kept goading me about my masculinity and I bit big time. As I have said I wasn’t very experienced then and everything sexual I had done was in dim light, with little communication, deadly serious and with me in control.

We walked into my cliche international hotel room. I thought, “I’ll show her, just wait until you’re on the end of my cock.” She walked along side me until we were near the bed and then quickly pushed me over.

I went into shock for as soon as I fell on the bed she went for my trousers and had them down to my ankles in a flash. An expert! My reactions tried to stop her but my head was in a tailspin.

“Come on big boy show me cock!” She said laughing the whole time. Yes, she called me ‘big boy’ but with a very big spoonful of sarcasm!

I couldn’t believe it, I was the one who was supposed to do the undressing, I always turned the lights off and what was she laughing at?

I must admit I was frightened but I couldn’t admit to that, “I’m a man!”

Her constant laughing had me perplexed as it made me think this attack was being done in fun and not some malicious attempt to mug me.

I relaxed a lot more when she backed off and started to undress herself, giggling all the way. I lay watching in a trance as she whipped her blouse off and jeans down and stood before me in her white panties and bra.

“Now let me see your cock big boy!” She hissed with a hint of evil intent, diving forward and grabbing the waist band of my pants.

I tried to put up a fight holding up my pants against this sex mad cackling Asian. We tussled over my pants for in truth I was worried at her mocking the size of my penis.

“Show me your cock, show me your cock.” She shouted excitedly as she rocked on the bed holding the waist band of my pants.

She was too loud and the only way to shut her up was to let her have her way. I let go and she ripped down my pants and I closed my eyes waiting for her ridiculing verbal onslaught.

“Oh! Nice cock!” She said again with heaps of sarcasm as she pushed me back on the bed and straddled me. “Oh you fuck me good with that cock,” she laughably swooned as she undid her bra revealing her two small pert boobs.

She lent forward taksim escort as I admired her tits almost afraid to touch them in fear of ridicule. She took my shirt off as she grabbed my cock and wanked it up, her long hair fell over my face. She looked at me and smiled, “You wanna suck my tits?”

I was naked under her, psychically and psychologically, my inexperience was hopelessly on display. What was happening? The lights were still on, I didn’t undress her she undressed me and now instead of me slowly going for her breasts she was shoving them in my face! I nervously groped, caressed and sucked her boobs as she hurriedly slipped her panties off and skewered herself on my cock!

She was like a whirling dervish , she never kept still, she was always at me.

It was in the light and watched in a trance as she groaned and masturbated while stretching herself around my cock. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. In the past everything had been slow, quiet, dark and me in control. Now it was bright, fast, loud and any effort for me to be in control she easily thwarted.

She soon pushed me on my back and bounced on me like a pogo stick. She twisted my nipples hard! Fuck who does that? Pain? No! That wasn’t in the book. I cried out as her quick temp fucking brought me too the boil way too quickly! “Oh no, I’m going to cum,” I cringed. There was no escape she was going to show me up for exactly what I was, an inexperienced little boy. I held onto my sperm for as long as I could, squealing in a concentrated effort. She laughed at my grimaces as she rode me for all she was worth whipping my face with her long hair and twisting my nipples. I exploded into her and my cock pumped my spunk in time to her exaggerated cries.

I soon lay back spent feeling hopelessly inadequate and very embarrassed. I lay back panting for breath waiting for there oncoming verbal onslaught

“You so quick! You virgin?” She giggled as I closed my eyes tight and tried to roll over in shame.

She lay down beside me and playfully kissed me on the cheek. “Its okay to be a virgin.” She squawked.

I felt like pointing out to her that I wasn’t a virgin anymore as she had just fucked me. Virgin and inexperience meant the same thing in that country so I just lay back and relaxed.

I relaxed for ten minutes feeling my penis shrink even smaller, her eyes were closed and I had the sudden urge to retrieve my underpants to save me from more ridicule. I sat up and pushed off from the side of the bed when her hand quickly slid up from behind and grabbed me by the balls. I yelped in pain and grabbed my orbs.

“Where you going?” She demanded, “Me not finished yet! I want more cock!” She! Wasn’t finished with me! What the hell was going on?

She pulled me back and grabbed my cock with her free hand and wanked me erect as I obediently kept still like her little sex toy while she had me by the balls.

It was hard to take, my male ego flatlined, I kept thinking, “I’ll show you!” As soon as she let me go I turned on her and pinned her down and with a snarl I hissed “I’ll show you!”

“Oh big western macho man gonna give poor little Tai girl a lesson!”

She lightly teased from beneath me. It burst my bubble immediately, I couldn’t win and I started to laugh.

I slipped into her and tried to make an impression by fucking her hard, really slamming into her but she just sighed and groaned taking each pounding with ease. In the end I just thought I’d enjoy myself and rogered her quickly. “Oh! You a fit boy, fuck long hard and fast,” she said wrapping her arms around my neck and legs around my buttocks.

I beşiktaş escort was soon straining at the lease, thumping away deep into her as my throat gave out strangling noises in my fight to keep my cum in my balls. “You going to cum for me like a good little boy?” She teased again. I gasped in exasperation, she wouldn’t stop talking and I found it off putting as I blew my load.

I pumped and pumped and pumped to a slow stand still, laying prostrate and drained on her sacrificial alter. She giggled again and patted me on the back. “You a good boy, you fuck this little Thai girl good!” She sarcastically laughed.

I rolled offer her exhausted and capitulated. She had beaten me and in a confused way I somehow enjoyed it.

I was beat and longed for sleep but it seemed my Asian girl still wanted to play. “Lets examine your cock!” She said with glee.

I groaned in submission too exhausted to fight her and gave into her wishes. “Oh such a nice cock,” she complimented truthfully, which made me suspicious. “Let me see your bottom.” With that she flipped me over and then clamped herself around my waist her head looking towards my feet.

I felt her rub and spread my buttocks feeling a bit confused as I buried my still gasping mouth into my pillow.

Out of the blue she said, “How you like it gay boy?”

Before I deciphered what she meant she laughed and inserted a finger

deep up my ass! My body jolted as if it had been hit by an electric shock and went stiff. “Get out!” I loudly protested and wriggled my ass to dislodge her!

“Whats the matter, you scared you like it gay boy?” She laughed as I bounced my body trying to get her out of my ass. I bounced and wriggled like crazy but she clung onto me tightly while forcing her finger right up me.

“You like it don’t you big boy! Admit it!”

“No I don’t!” I hotly disputed as I managed to draw my knees up and move around the bed.

Still her finger was hard up me and I jolted up and down around the bed like some perverted rodeo.

I tried to roll over as I desperately wanted her out of my ass. I was young and had never been touched there. Its what gay people did!

“You like, you like!” She laughed. She had a point, maybe I did.

She was sexy and broke so many conventions I took as read. I hadn’t even read about a girl doing this, finger fucking my ass as I bounced around the bed trying to get her out!

I fought on but Its impossible to keep that level of anger up while psychically trying to shake someone off. I ended up in a fit of hysterical laughter and collapsed on the bed exhusted.

She laughed and introduced another finger up my ass and finger fucked me. Suddenly I felt a need to cum and yet I was flaccid. What the hell was going on? I went up on my knees as she worked me and felt a long stream of my semen flow from my cock. “Oh you like!” She giggled as she grabbed my cock and rapidly wanked me up again making me ejaculate again a second time with-in seconds. I fell to the bed, milked of all semen, drained of all energy and dying for sleep.

“Oh you do lots of spunk!” She hailed triumphantly. I was her lamb to the slaughter and as I drifted into sleep I tried to say, “please get your fingers out of my ass.”

When I woke up she was gone, she broke so many conventions I took as read. I swear I didn’t sleep for two days after as I was in real shock. She had preformed a Copernicus inversion on me and threw everything into confusion. Everything was new, the pain was new, the insults were new, the lighting, the laughter and my confusion. It sounded if I was abused but I wasn’t, there was some perverse enjoyment going on that I couldn’t comprehend.

Ten years later I revisited that hotel In Bangkok. In my dreams I would find her and thank her for teaching me so many things, most of all to enjoy sex and not take it so seriously. To this day I owe her so much and hope that she got the man of her dreams and had a wonderful future.

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As the side of her face pressed firmly against the wall, his cock pressed relentlessly against her ass. Jackson was relentless as he lifted up her skirt and began massaging her clit through her panties. Kat’s response was swift as she started moaning uncontrollably; she grabbed his fingers and slid them frantically into her panties. The warmness of her clit made him want to explode all over her, but no, not yet.

Releasing his hand from her core, he suddenly spins her around pelting her on the bed. Kat lifted her shirt over her head hastily and pulled her bra down just below her breast. A vision of succulent perfection, her breast wavered as she positioned herself on the edge of the bed. Jackson dropped his pants kicking them into a corner as he made his way over to the side of the bed.

Kat couldn’t help fixating on his cock as it stood towering before her. All she could think of was the taste of him in her mouth as she wrapped her hands around his massive erection. Kat had massaged the tip of Jackson’s cock playfully with her lips before she took him into her mouth completely. Gently guiding her head back and forth with his hands, he was close to the edge yet again as he pulled his cock from her mouth.

Edging her way back on the bed, she parted her legs and held her arms out to him. As Jackson laid on top of her, he pushed his tongue into her mouth as his body began to take over. Without hesitation, Jackson pushed his cock deep inside her, each thrust more powerful inching her closer to orgasm.

The sound of his body colliding with hers rang out throughout the room, but neither of them wanted to stop. Kat’s knees tightened around him as she began to come, clenching her body around his. As she screamed out in a fury of unwavering passion, Jackson grabbed her hips rocking her back and forth steadily as he began spilling his essence inside her.

Silence filled the room as they laid there naked, unsure about what comes next. All good things must come to an end Kat thought, and this was no different. Although she had only just met Jackson, she thought highly of him. It had only been a few days since she started her new job, and the pressure was getting to her.

Being a female in a male-dominated field was hard enough, but working for the Bureau was something she always wanted. Jackson was new to the job too, but he had much more experience in the field than her. Her attraction to Jackson was immediate as she walked into the break room. As he stirred his coffee, she couldn’t help but notice his huge arms and how his pants showed just enough of a bulge that you knew you were in for something good.

“Hey, you’re the new girl right?”

“Yep, that would be me.”

“The names Jackson, pleased to meet you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Kat, that’s my name.”

Kat marveled at the emerald tones of his eyes; she had never seen such a shade of green before. As she shook his hand, she could feel her nipples responding viciously in her bra.

“I don’t know if Brad spoke with you already or not but I’ll be your mentor so to speak, and will be updating you on what we have in the case so far.”

“Well, thanks for the info Jackson, and it was nice meeting you also.”

Kat jetted off to the bathroom right after Jackson left the break room; it was like her body flew into auto-pilot, and she couldn’t stop it. Checking to see if anyone was there, she went into the stall and leaned up against the wall as she shut the door. Undoing her pants button and damn near ripping her zipper, she licked the tip of her two fingers and parted the lips of her core.

Her clit was wet and warm, aching to be stroked. She couldn’t believe that she was getting off in the bathroom on the job, but she didn’t care, plus she liked the naughtiness of it all. Massaging her clit in a circular motion didn’t last long before she came…..hard. Biting her bottom lip was all she could do beykent escort bayan to contain the slow whimpering tones coming from her mouth.

As her knees turned to jelly, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat and buried her face in her hands as she began to regain her composure. “This has to stop,” she thought, “I have to control my urges.” Controlling her urges was something that Kat seemed to struggle with continuously. The fact that she wasn’t the “average” female was enough for her to do her best at being as normal as possible.

Although she knew she was different, fitting in with the other girls back when she was in school was important. Her mother always told her “look like them, act like them, be “them.” Pretending became her best asset, and her secret was a well-kept one.

Kat’s work day seemed endless as she went from meeting to meeting, but she loved looking at him. Tall dark and handsome was an understatement when it came to Jackson, and every so often he would look over and catch her staring at him. The end of the day finally arrived, and Kat rushed to gather her things.

“So, I see your still breathing,” Jackson said as he walked by her cubicle.

“Yeah, she chuckled, I was the first one here, and I’m the last to leave, well “we” are.”

“You did great for the first day Kat, I think you’ll fit in just fine around here.” “Hey, a few of us are meeting up at the pub around the corner, you should come?”

“Um, I don’t think that’s such a good idea, I don’t want to intrude.” The fact of the matter wasn’t the intruding part, it was that she would rather have him all to herself.

“One drink, I promise not to bore you with office bullshit.”

“Okay, but just one, any more than that and we’ll all be in trouble.”

Jackson smiled as they left the office building together. As he held the door of the Pub open for her, he watched her walk in from behind, and he was enjoying the view. Her ginger hair flowed freely down the middle of her back, and the smell of strawberry shampoo lingered under his nose. He knew she’d been staring at him at work, and it made him hard.

During his lunch hour that day he watched her warming her food in the microwave, he was so hard that he didn’t move from the table until after everyone else had left. Jackson thought about what it would be like to come inside her, how she’d moan as intense pleasure overtook her body. Maybe he wouldn’t come inside her at first, maybe he would work his cock himself as he came all over her breast while she massaged them. Sighing, he thought Kat was beautiful, but he would never cross the line with a co-worker, those things always ended in disaster…right?

“Hey you?” Kat said as she waved her hand in front of Jackson’s face. “Where’d your mind jet off to?”

Suddenly snapping out of his daydream, he looked at her as he guzzled his third beer, and that’s not counting all of the tequila shots he had. All of the other co-workers had left, or had they even came? It had just been the two of them as far as he was concerned, and they both had way more than one drink. As the night wore on, Kat knew what would happen if she weren’t careful, and she knew she should be leaving.

The huge flat screens in the pub played loudly as the bar patrons fixated on the Basketball game, but Kat and Jackson sat silently staring at each other as the mood changed from funny to serious. Jackson took Kat’s hand suddenly and placed it on his pants. The feel of his hard cock sent waves of heat down into her core. She didn’t dare move her hand away; she began moving her hand back and forth graciously as he started to squirm.

Without hesitation, he unbuttoned his pants while glaring around the pub to make sure no one was looking. It was so dimly lit in that corner booth that the chances of someone seeing them would be next to none. incirli escort bayan As he dug his hands into his pants pulling his cock out; Kat was astounded as the length of it went just past the table top.

Kat’s mouth watered with delight at the sight of Jackson’s cock; she wanted him, and he knew it. Kat slid over further into the booth and dropped her head down and began sucking his cock intensely as he closed his eyes. On the verge of coming, Jackson began pushing Kat’s head down taking him deeper into her mouth. Kat could feel the warm burst of fluid in her mouth as he came; she reached up and edged her way up close to him.

“Let’s go,” she said as he sat there breathless.

“Where?”

“My place,” Kat replied as she hailed a taxi. Kat could hardly contain herself as they made their way up the hallway, kissing and groping each other as they made their way up to the bedroom.

“Where the hell are we?” Jackson was unfamiliar with the area, and he’d thought he’d been everywhere in New York.

“Don’t worry about that,” Kat replied as she ripped his shirt open. Kat bent over as her naked silhouette glistened in the moonlight coming through the window.

Placing his hand on her hips, he entered her core from behind pounding her pussy hard as he held on to her tightly. Fucking her felt so good, it was like nothing he’d experienced before with other women. It was almost as if her pussy had an elite vacuuming system designed to suck the life out of anything it latched on to. Feeling as if his knees were going to buckle, he tried to release his cock a bit so that he wouldn’t come, he needed more of her, and he didn’t want to stop.

Kat’s moan was more than enough to keep him going if he could fuck her forever it wouldn’t suffice. As Kat cried for more, she felt the uncontrollable urge of what she was hiding, and this time she wouldn’t be able to control it. As Jackson continued fucking her mercilessly, her moans became more intense, almost sinister. Jackson started to slow down as her tone of voice changed, even the feel of her skin suddenly seemed off. Jackson tried to release his cock from her pussy, but it was like he was glued in.

Kat, what’s happening? I can’t……..Fuck!

Kat never answered as Jackson struggled to get loose; her moans grew louder as her pussy swelled with the warm rushes of Jackson’s cum. Jackson’s knees dropped, and they both fell to the floor. After coming more than once, Jackson was finally able to release himself from her pussy, but she wouldn’t look at him. She turned her body away from him and began sobbing inconsolably. Although it was bit difficult for him to move as his body was still beaming from one hell of an orgasm, he sat up, confused.

“Please go.”

“What? No, what’s wrong?” “What the hell just happened?” “What the hell is going on with your skin?”

Still unable to look at him, Kat curled up into a fetal position on the floor. Kneeling over her, Jackson turned her towards him as she covered her eyes with her hands. “Pulling her hands away from her face, Jackson was startled when he saw her eyes. Her eyes weren’t brown anymore; they were red, bloodshot red.

“Holy shit, what the hell happened to your god damn eyes?” “Your skin is…..what the fuck is this?” “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m getting the fuck outta here!”

“Wait, I can explain Jackson, just let me, please?” “I thought I could control it, but it’s been hard lately.”

“What exactly are you try to control Kat?” Jackson backed slowly into the corner as Kat turned around completely. “Inching his way towards the bedroom door, Jackson couldn’t believe his eyes. Her body was covered with what seemed to be scales of some sort. Her eyes were so red that he couldn’t stare directly at them.

“Sometimes when I get aroused, my body has a reaction and it’s not pretty.”

“What zeytinburnu escort bayan are you? I don’t know any humans capable of…..this.”

“Mating is challenging for us, humans can’t keep up, and there aren’t many males left of our kind.”

“Your kind? And what do you mean by “us.”

“I’m a “Bavanshee, and yes, there are more of us.”

“Ba-what?”

“We are Sex Demon’s; we gain power from being aroused and having intercourse.” “Many of us drink blood from our male suitors also, I do not.” “I was cast out by my people for refusing to drink blood; I just don’t agree with that part.”

“Holy fuck… Blood?”

“Don’t worry Jackson, I’m not going to hurt you.” “Since I don’t drink blood, I must rely wholly on arousal and intercourse to gain strength, without it I will die.” “Most days I can control it, but when too much time has passed without orgasm, my body begins to give in to the urges.”

Although Jackson was still terrified, he didn’t leave; something made him stay.

“When my pussy attaches to your cock, I can’t let go until my body has filled with your cum, it’s like fuel for me.” “When I suck you off, it’s not just pleasure for me, its life.” “I wanted you to cum in my mouth back at the Pub; that warm rush down the back of my throat illuminated my body.”

Kat’s face is starting to look healthy again as she continued to explain her situation to Jackson. As her eyes turned back to a beautiful chestnut brown, her skin was once again like porcelain.

“My transformation is usually brief; my body goes back to normal soon after reaching an orgasm.”

Jackson no longer felt fear; intrigued consumed him; he wanted to know more about her. Jackson sat in the chair as he listened to her speak, his cock hardening once again. Sensing his arousal, Kat could feel her clit beginning to pound between her thighs. She couldn’t help but to touch herself, and she didn’t care that he watched. Laying back down on the floor, Kat parted her legs and massaged her clit deliciously as Jackson looked on.

Reaching down into his boxers, he didn’t hesitate pulling his cock out; he wanted her to see how much he still wanted her. Jackson palmed himself fixating his eyes on her fingers as they worked her clit salaciously. Suddenly pelting himself from the chair, he kneeled on the floor taking her hand away from her core. His mouth overtook her clit as she arched her back moaning loudly. Licking and sucking her core until she came, Jackson lifted his head watching her body beginning to calm.

Jackson’s cock was still hard as she slid his body up hers nesting himself comfortably between her legs. Taking him into her hands, she guided his cock into her pussy as her body lit up again. Jackson didn’t care about what could happen once he came inside her, Kat’s pussy engulfed his cock like nothing he’d ever had before, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

The wetness of her pussy set his body on fire, as his cock surged, filling her graciously with creamy delight. Gasping to catch his breath, his body collapsed as he pressed his lips gently against hers. Kat’s eyes had changed into a sea of red again, but Jackson didn’t care, nor did her care about the sudden change in her skin when she came. Jackson looked on curiously as Kat struggled to regain control of her breathing.

“I know, I’m hideous, you don’t have to look at me.”

“Okay, enough of the pity party Kat, you’re different, that we have established.” “Being different don’t make you a horrible person, it just makes you different.”

“Don’t fucking patronize me Jackson, I’m a freak, an inhuman monster, don’t pretend you’re okay with it.” “Look, you should probably go, I know you won’t ever speak to me again, but it’s understandable.”

“Nonsense, I’m not going anywhere…at least not until I can regain full use of my legs again”.

“Chuckling” Seriously? You want to stay?”

“Look lady, you drained my balls down to the very last drop, the very least you could do is make me breakfast in the morning, I take my coffee black.” “Now get your ass over here, I think my balls are starting to refill again, we can’t have that now can we?” They both laughed hysterically as she jumped into bed with him pulling the covers up over their heads.

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Preface

For some time now, I have had it in mind to put together a sort of compilation of my stories. Not the entire body of work, of course, but a kind of smorgasbord, to titillate both new readers and old into delving back into the main stories at their leisure. To my knowledge this has not been done by any other writers of erotica thus far. Each Chapter or Part sustains itself. One may stop and/or start at any point one chooses to.

I wish happy reading to one and all.

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Part 1

“I met this girl, her name is Shelly,” Sullivan said as if testing me to see if I’d mock him somehow. This was not the overly confident Sully I knew so well.

“Do tell,” I said.

This was a first; he’d never dropped a girl’s name quite like this before. It was always something along the lines of describing the pickup, the seduction, (in great detail, I should add) and any humorous antidote resulting from their relationship. So it sounded serious.

“Yeah,” he glanced down at his feet, pawed the ground like a bull getting ready to charge. “Thing is, we’re serious. Met my folks and all that shit, ya know?”

This was serious.

I shook his hand. “Do I get to meet her too? I mean, this is great news Sully.”

“Umm, yeah, thanks.” He said with a furrowed brow. “Meeting you like this is good.”

“Always good to see you too,” I said, just marking time in the conversation.

“Gonna get married in four months,” he said as softly as I’d ever heard him say anything.

“Well, hell! Sully, congratulations! When do I get to meet this lucky girl?”

“Would you . . . I mean I know its last minute and all . . . but would you be my best man?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said immediately. “It would be an honor. When, where and whatever details do I need?”

Sully smiled, and relaxed obviously relived at my acceptance. We wandered into a bar and had a couple beers and all the while Sully seemed to be somewhere else.

“Hey, Sully!” I called out, as I nudged him. He looked at me, but was silent for a moment. Then he seemed to make up his mind and looked me right in the eye and said, “I want you to do me a favor.”

“I just did, I’m your best man remember?”

“No, not that. This is something else. I . . . think you’ll like it . . . I mean I don’t think you’re gonna say no, but it’s an unusual favor.”

“So . . .?”

“It’s about Shelly. I mean, you don’t know anything about her and all . . .”

“Like I said. So?”

“Let’s get another beer first huh?”

Actually, we had two more beers before he broke the silence.

“We’ve known each other forever, right?”

“Forever, yeah.”

“What I’m gonna ask . . . whether you say yes or no . . . it stays between us, right? I mean, you ain’t gonna blab this around after you have a couple beers some night, okay?”

“Our secret Sully, now what the fuck is it?

He exhaled, then took a deep breath, “Okay, Shelly’s birthday is coming up, next Saturday. I mean this Saturday.” He was as nervous as I’d ever seen him.

“We been talking, ya know? About life and the future, shit like that.”

“Sully, get to the fucking point!”

He swallowed his beer and motioned for another. After the bartender wiped the foam from the top of his glass he managed to get it out.

“We’ve talked about fantasies. Sexual fantasies, ya know?” I nodded. He had my complete attention.

“Shelly . . . she . . . told me hers.”

“Yeah, so?”

“She, err, fantasizes having two guys sticking to her at the same time.”

“You mean one up her ass and one in her snatch?”

“Umm, I’m not sure about that, but for sure sucking one cock while getting poked by the other.”

I smiled at him and he wiped his brow. New beads of sweat replaced the one’s he had wiped away.

I couldn’t believe my luck. I knew Sully. He was serious.

“You can count on me, Sully.”

I had a raging hardon already.

“Are you sure she’s for this?”

He gave me that confident smile of his, and I knew it was.

Later that night, I boffed my girl, Mandy four times before she begged off, claiming she was “sore down there.” I wound up whacking off once on my own just to cool down.

*****

So Saturday evening finally arrived. I made sure I was freshly showered and shaved, and when I rang the doorbell I had a bouquet of roses on my arm. My heart was pounding, I could hear my pulse was racing in my ears; my other hand was shielding an erection when Shelly opened the door.

“James?”

“In person,” I was looking at a strikingly beautiful face. “I’m glad to make your acquaintance, Shelly.”

“My, so formal,” she said with a smile, and I knew she was teasing me.

Extending the flowers, I blurted out, “For you. Happy Birthday!”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” she said in a warm pleasant tone, and hugged me tight, managing to protect the roses at kartal escort bayan the same time. I felt my boner pressing against her thigh. I recall blushing in embarrassment at the contact, which was brief. I caught her glancing down and checking me out.

“I’ve been dying to meet you. Jack has told me so much about you. It seems we’ve known each other forever,” she said leading me into the apartment.

I took Shelly in. She was dressed in a dark blue blouse buttoned to her chin and as she turned to place the roses in a vase, I noted her flatchested profile. I was stunned. Shelly had no tits at all!

But a second later, found myself admiring her tight, mini-skirted ass. It was a classic ass, jutting out defiantly, with fabulous legs to go along with it. Her blonde hair was kind of piled up on her head and held in place with some type comb and the style suited her very well. Shelly’s complexion was cover girl smooth. She was a truly beautiful girl.

She showed me around the apartment. It was tiny, with a living room that barely fit a couch, chair, and TV, a kitchen where two people couldn’t work at the same time, and a dining room with four chairs and little more than a card table for eating. But it had a definite feminine flavor and I found it appealing.

She led the way into the living room; Jack ? I mean Sully ? had just entered the room. He smelled of lavender.

“Hey James, great to see ya,” he said thumping me on the back. “Have a seat,” he gestured toward the couch. “Wanna brew?”

“Sure.”

“James brought me roses, Jack.”

He appeared not to hear her as he rummaged in the refrigerator.

“Let’s see,” he said, “we got Bud, Foster’s and Molson Ale.”

“Foster’s is fine,” I replied, settling down into the soft cushions. Turning back to Shelly I said, “This is a lovely apartment you have here.”

“Thank you,” she said, obviously pleased. She sat down next to me, her mini-skirt rode up and I got a glimpse of her upper thigh. Sully handed me my beer, gave Shelly a Rum and Coke, and then went back for his beer before joining Shelly and me on the couch.

I drank deeply, and waited.

Silence.

We were all nervous about why I was there, and it showed.

“So how did you guy’s meet?” I asked breaking the silence.

Shelly jumped at the opportunity. “I was a waitress in this coffee shop in Philly, when this loud, boorish drunk wandered in.” She tittered at this. I smiled. It was easy to picture the scene.

“Oh, come on Shelly, I wasn’t boorish,” Sully said defensively, but he was loosening up and took a long swig of his beer.

We laughed at his discomfort.

“Well, you were drunk, and you embarrassed me.”

“True enough,” he said, obviously pleased with this description.

She turned to me, “I should tell you that he came by the next afternoon just as I was starting my shift and apologized.”

“I was smitten,” Sully said. He was serious.

“Smitten?” I drained the beer and Sully took it from me, and went for a refill.

“The following afternoon we had our first date,” she said looking fondly after him.

“It took me three dates before I got her pants down,” he blurted out, as returned and handed me a beer.

“Jack!” Shelly shrieked, and reaching across my chest, slapped him on the shoulder.

A love tap, I thought. My erection was very apparent and I couldn’t hide it.

“Look at him,” Sully said, gleefully pointing, “He’s got a boner!”

“Christ,” I said mortified. I’d forgotten what I was there for. I noticed the stain then, slowly spreading along my fly. I was leaking.

Sully tried to rescue me. “Jimbo,” he said, using a nickname I revile. “Did you notice what nice legs Shelly has?” His hand was calming stroking her thigh.

My dick got harder still. Shelly kept glancing down at the slowly growing stain.

“You should take it out.” She said at last, and I know I turned ten shades of red.

“Go on,” Sully said joining her, “As long as it’s not bigger than mine.”

He laughed raucously at this perceived witticism. Long ago we had measured our dick’s one drunken night, so he knew all about my package.

“It’s okay James,” Shelly said, breathing a little heavily. “This jerk told me about my birthday present last night.”

“It . . . it’s all right with you?” I was flustered, no doubt about it.

“Umm, I’m looking forward to, um, shall we say, my birthday present. Now, may I open the package?”

Sully laughed hard, then chugged his beer down and burped. “What a girl,” he said.

“Slob,” she retaliated, frowning at him. Then she started into my eyes and said, “James? May I?”

“Be my guest,” I managed to croak, not believing the situation.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Shelly’s fingers slid my zipper down, careful not to catch my dick in the treads of the zipper, like in that funny movie,Something About Mary. Using her fingers like a tweezers, she edged it out, and clasped it in her hand.

“Look, Jack. He’s got maltepe escort bayan a nice thick cock,” she said matter-of-factly.

I concluded they were both crazy. For that matter, so was I for being there with them!

Shelly was staring at my dick, and then she looked me in the eye and asked, “Do you mind?” It was more a purr than verbalization. I nodded, and her head dipped. I knew where her lips were headed.

Sully rose up and pulled his shirt off, then rid himself of his slacks, shoes and socks.

I just gave in to her as she moved her head further down, until it was lying on my stomach. She stayed there for several moments, staring at my blood-gorged dick; I watched her hand idly stroking it. Then she drifted down and gave me a tentative lick. I went rigid.

“Easy,” she whispered, licking me again. Then she kissed it, lovingly.

“He is bigger than you Jack. Both ways.”

“The fuck you say!” he exclaimed and leaned in for a closer look, holding himself in his right hand.

“Umm,” she said, slurping along the tip of my cock. “I got some of his precum already. “Ummm, tastes a little different than yours. Maybe saltier, but I’m not sure.” Shelly enveloped three full inches into her mouth and groaned in satisfaction. I groaned too.

Remembering my manners, I said, “Listen, if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”

There was a popping sound as she released me from where I’d been poking her cheek.

Her brow furrowed pensively. “What ever gave you that idea?” she asked, “Don’t you like me?”

“No, no!” I said, “I mean, you’re nice looking, and I like you, but . . .”

Sully moved closer, he was choking his chicken. It looked about done.

“It’s my tits, ain’t it?”

“No, no. Tits are tits. I don’t care, big, small . . . whatever.”

She looked at my dick and saw it was still hard and firm, and gave it a tentative suck, her eyes fixed on mine.

“Show ’em Hon,” Sully said, goading her. Show him your pussy too.”

“Yeah,” she said, somewhat perplexed. “Maybe my being dressed bothers him,” and she got up and quickly undressed. Then she stood over me; her chest was almost as flat as mine. Her hands pulled on her nipples until they were hard and taut. Her eyes were closed. Sully knelt at her feet and pried her legs apart and kissed her pussy. I got rid of the rest of my clothing, and sat down and watched them.

“Umm, I like that,” she sighed.

“Get down on the couch, Hon,” Sully said gently. “Suck his cock. He wants you too.”

Shelly looked at me through half lidded eyes as Sully’s tongue busily lapped at her. Her knees folded slowly, like a ladder being put away, Sully rolled in behind her and continued eating her as she renewed her blowjob.

Shelly demonstrated great enthusiasm for sex. I found her to be a great kisser, one of the best I’ve ever known. Her tongue traced along my lower lip first, then my upper before sliding into my starving mouth. Our tongues fluttered against each other as her hand slid down my chest, and across my stomach. Her fingers scratched lightly at my pubic hair, then slid around my dick to cup my balls. She squeezed them gently, then slid her hand up to my knobby head and wrapped her fingers firmly around me. Tantalizingly, it glided up and down my glistening length, pumping me slowly as we continued our kiss.

It seemed like forever, but Shelly finally broke our kiss; her finger playfully toyed with the head of my cock as she captured a drop of precum and brought it to my lips. I tasted me, and smiling at her, pinched her nipple. She kissed my chest, and then bit each of my nipples in turn.

“You do like me, don’t you?” she inquired with a pensive expression.

I strove to convince her I wanted her, but I guess my choice of words lacked conviction. I said something like: “You bet I like you. You give great head, Shelly.”

Fortunately for me, Sully was munching away below me.

Distracted, Shelly moaned, “Yes, Lover. Find the spot, Lover, yeah . . . that’s it, find the . . .”

A violent shudder shook her entire body. For a second I thought she was having a seizure, but her pleasure was obvious, even to me. I realized she was coming hard from Sully’s skillful mouth and tongue.

“Are you okay Shelly?” I asked as the tremors slowed.

“Ohhhh, yeah,” she purred. “I’m feeling fine . . .” Her hand was wound in Sully’s hair. “Baby, that was terrific,” she hummed.

“How’s our friend?” he asked.

“Honey, I just got there. We have plenty of time, don’t we?”

“Jimbo?” Sully asked, not sure how I felt about matters.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Umm, I think this present is going to be my best ever,” she giggled, the followed with, “James, would you like me to finish that blowjob, or would you rather fuck me while I blow Jack?”

Stunned by this conversation, I managed to say, “I think a lady should finish what she starts.”

“Oh!” She squealed delightedly, I think love you!” She kissed me, and pendik escort bayan then kissed Sully. “And I love you too, you big lug, thank you for my present. I love it!

“Now let’s see, if I get on the couch like this, and James lies back there, yes, like that . . . I think doggy-style would work. Jack, what do you think?”

“Good,” he said preparing to mount her from behind.

“Ain’t anybody gonna ask me what I think?” I said feigning being left out.

“So do you want her to suck your dick or what?” Sully said, and only semi-hard, he prepared to enter Shelly from behind.

“Suck my cock, Baby! I shouted, lifting one leg along the top of the couch.

Shelly’s hand grasped the base of my dick and brought it to her greedy mouth, paused and said, “I didn’t like giving head before I met Jack. Now I love it,” and plunged down on my shaft.

I reveled in the sensation of her hummingbird?like tongue fluttering over the head of my dick and moaned with gratitude.

Sully, already pounding furiously against Shelly’s rear end, crowed, “Yeah, he’s with the program.”

I could hear his balls slapping her ass, felt her arm wriggling downward between our stomachs, and realized Shelly was going to finger herself.

I groaned, “He taught you good baby!” as her mouth closed down on the tip of my cock and sucked enthusiastically, never taking more than four inches into her small mouth. I felt overwhelmed by the heat of her tongue gliding round and round my dick. I arched my back and started to buck.

To my surprise, she took me from her mouth and shouted happily, “He’s gonna cum Jack!”

Then she kissed the tip once more before sliding her lips over the head and devouring me. I used one hand to push her head down upon me; the other caressed her shoulder. We were all rocking from Sully’s relentless fucking. The sweat flew from his hair, landing on Shelly’s back and my chest and face.

Shelly was making these small circles around my dick-head, bobbing slowly up and down my shaft. My balls tightened and I knew I was about to blow tubes.

“Shelly, I . . .”

She stopped moving, looked up at me, her eyes shining with lust.

“I know, baby,” she cooed, and then she flicked the head with her tongue two times and I erupted. She pounced on my dick again, her cheeks deep hollows as she sucked voraciously.

Moments later she was bobbing rapidly, tongue flapping madly. I didn’t stand a chance. I came in thick, copious spurts. My fingers twined in her hair, holding her there in place while I groaned and thrashed at my release. The sound of her gulping, and then swallowing my load was deafening to my ears. Throughout it all we never broke eye contact.

I collapsed and rolled out from under her, off the couch and onto the floor, content for the moment to concentrate on Shelly’s face; her lovely lust ridden face. She rested her head on her arms, hunched her ass a little higher to enable Sully to garner deeper penetration of her gleaming gash, now visible to me for brief instants.

Shelly peeked back under herself to see what was happening. I imagined what she must be feeling as I saw Sully’s huge balls swing back and forth as he pummeled her. It must have been good, for she was grunting each time he hammered it in, and she made this tiny “Eeek,” sound as if she was losing something beautiful each time he pulled back.

Sully was definitely enjoying himself, and kept calling to her, asking if she was coming yet; asking if he was her big man. To each of his licentious questions, she gave the same response.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

Then she began to babble as her orgasm neared, “Two cocks! Oh, God yes! Two long, hot cocks . . .”

“Come here Jimbo,” Sully commanded. I got up and approached him.

He slowed his fucking dramatically and Shelly began to whine.

“Fuck you Shelly,” he growled, then spread her ass cheeks. “Wet a finger or two in her snatch and stick them up her ass.”

Shelly cried out despairingly. “No! Sully you promised!”

I did as he asked and ignored her complaint. I pressed a finger into her tight asshole and realized Shelly was playing with herself even as Sully resumed his fucking. I marveled at the jiggling of her ass cheeks, another Kodak moment ? and tried unsuccessfully to insert a second finger. My index finger was in a vise-like grip, nothing else was going in there for now. Shelly started crying and gasping for breath. I heard a squishy noise and realized it was the sound of his still thrusting penis, pounding in and out of her.

Suddenly, Shelly was screaming, “Come on, lover… fuck the shit out of me!”

And even as she yelled, Sully began laughing, yelling back at her, “No one’s fucking your ass, I’m up your hole, bitch!”

“Fuck. Fuck . . . Fuck!” she continued, then glanced at me and lewdly giggled, “It’s your fuck-buddy that’s up my ass, you son of a bitch! Come on now, get me off!”

She must have seemed like quicksand to Sully, surrounding him as he used his last energies to help them both come together.

Then Shelly was bucking against him, struggling to breathe through her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she labored to get enough air. Sully increased his tempo, grunting and groaning as he jabbed in and out of her.

Evidently Shelly hadn’t been fucked like this in a long, long time. She threw her head back and wailed her neck muscles taunt and corded.

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Who would have thought that buying a new Harley could have so many fringe benefits.

I am a 51 year old man, who many might say was going through a mid life crisis. I have always wanted a motorcycle, for as long as I can remember. I have ridden a few different ones, Honda, Suzuki and of course Harley Davidson. I have always had the mind set that if I bought one it would be a Harley. They are simply the best.

My dream of owning one of those hogs has finally come true. I recently purchased a Super Glide.

I’ve noticed a lot of people waving, nodding at me as I ride past them. The thing I really noticed is the women who smile and wave. I am not a very good looking man at all, so it has to be the bike that they like. That is just fine by me.

It was a cool Saturday morning when I just had to get out and ride. I got the bike out and fired her up so she could warm up, while I went into the house and put on my cold weather riding stuff. I knew I would have to stop from time to time and take the chill off.

I had been riding for about an hour [going no place in particular] when I spotted a restaurant and decided to go in for a cup of coffee and warm up a little. There weren’t many people in there, mostly older people my age and older. I got a few looks from them, but no one said anything to me, they just looked. As I sat down and ordered my coffee, one guy ask me if it was cold riding that machine. I answered simply, by saying a little and adding, it was worth it. He just shrugged his shoulders and turned away.

I had just about finished my coffee, when the waitress [who gaziosmanpaşa escort bayan was about 40years old and looking pretty good] came up and refilled my cup for me. After putting the pot up she came back over to me and started asking me questions about my bike. We talked for a few minutes, when said it would be cool to go for a ride. I might be getting old, but I am not dense. I immediately asked her if she would like to go for a ride with me after she got off work? All she said was “I get off in about 10 minutes”.

That gave me a lot of time to look over this woman. She was quite pretty and built well to boot. Large firm looking breasts, tight looking ass. My thoughts turned to wandering what it would be like to have hot sex with this cutie. I am just a dirty old man, what can I say.

She got off work and came over and sat down beside me and started talking about riding. She was wearing a skirt and flimsy blouse. I asked her if she had a pair of jeans and jacket with her by chance. She said she did not. I had to ask her if she was sure about going for a ride as it is pretty cool outside. She just nodded yes and said lets go for it.

Outside I fired up the hog and then asked if there was anyplace in particular she wanted to go? No was all she said. Wherever the road takes us I guess. Before we pulled away I told her to tell me if she got cold and we would stop for awhile somewhere. She nodded ok.

She had her arms wrapped around my waist pretty tight. We had been riding about 15 minutes when her esenler escort bayan hands suddenly dropped down and she started to rub on my cock with both hands. I have to say it felt pretty good. My cock started getting hard from her rubbing, the harder it got the more she rubbed. We had now been riding for about an hour and I could feel her shivering against my back. So I started looking for a place to pull over for awhile. Not an easy task since we were on a small 2 lane country road. After a few minutes I spotted a creek running along the road and decided to pull off up ahead on a gravel bar I spotted. Once we got off the bike she immediately gave me a deep passionate kiss, that kind of caught me off guard. I of course returned the favor. Before I knew it she had my pants undone and was going down on me. WOW I thought, this is great. She sucked on cock like a pro. Her tongue was working my balls the whole time she was sucking it. I finally couldn’t take it any more and blew a massive load in her mouth. She didn’t drop any as she swallowed every bit of juice and continued sucking my cock until it got hard again. I reached down and pulled her up to me and started taking her blouse off. I was right, she had exceptional breasts, very big and quite firm. I of course just had to have one of them in my mouth. I started licking around the nipple and slowly started sucking her sweet breast. She started moaning and moving and started rubbing me again. I moved my right hand down under her skirt and started rubbing her already engorged clit. As bayrampaşa escort bayan she started to buck on my hand a little, I dropped down to my knees and promptly started licking and sucking her wonderful looking pussy. She tasted very, very sweet.

It wasn’t long until we were on the ground in a very pleasurable 69. Licking and sucking each other like there was no tomorrow. She quite suddenly started shuddering and came long and hard. She then got up and positioned herself over the top of me and slowly lowered herself down on my swollen cock head. She went up and down very slowly and seductively at first and all at once she began riding me like a wild bucking horse. I have never been fucked like that before.

Just as I was about cum, she slowed down to a snails pace. Very enjoyable, I might ad. We continued fucking that way for a while and suddenly she was fucking me hard again. This time she did not stop as I was ready to come. We both came at the same time, very hard climaxes for us both.

We both started getting dressed and chit chatting. After we got dressed, she said we better get back and I agreed. All the way back she continually rubbed on my cock.

We pulled up in front of the restaurant and I shut the bike off and put the stand down. I told her I needed a cup of coffee and we headed in. once inside she disappeared into the back somewhere. The new waitress asked if I wanted anything. I told her I just wanted a cup of coffee and she brought it to me.

I wanted to ask the waitress where the woman was I came in with, but suddenly realized she never told me her name.

I was just finishing my coffee when she showed up from the back and came over to me and said her friend wanted to go for a ride and wandered if I was up to it. Of course I said I was and she promptly went to the back. I was paying for my coffee when this beautiful woman came out from the back and said she was ready. Here we go again I thought.

It has to be the bike.

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The Game, Part 1

Disclaimer: As with all my work, this is erotic entertainment for adult readers. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. All sexual activity in this work is consensual and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. — VH

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My name is Tommy, I’m a senior in high school. So the crew I run with — we’re all seniors – came up with something we called ‘The Game’. The goal was who could fuck each other’s mothers, and who could fuck the most mothers. The way we’d play it was to be over at one of our mother’s houses (when no one else is at home, of course) and at some point say, “Gee Mrs. X, you sure are looking beautiful today,” and when she responded, blurt out something like, “I mean, you really look fucking hot!” and see where it goes from there.

Looking back, all I gotta say is the results were incredible, far beyond what I could have possibly imagined, going in.

But before we got started, there was an obvious hurdle. A guy could claim he fucked somebody’s mother, but how would we know for sure? There had to be proof, and a pair of panties wouldn’t be enough to cut the mustard. We talked it over and it was Johnny Hart the class science nerd who came up with the brilliant solution.

“Check this out,” he said. He was looking at a webpage full of spy cams, gadgets like that. There were mini-cams that could save pics to your phone, via Bluetooth. Perfect for our perverted plans. We all made a selection — Johnny chose a pair of nerd glasses with a built in mini-cam. I chose a ring that featured some kind of Norse Viking symbology, which I thought was apropos. When my mini-cam ring came in the mail, I excitedly tried it out and the results were better than I hoped for. MILFs of the World, look out.

That very afternoon I went over to Andy’s house and rang the doorbell. When his mom answered the door, I asked, “Hi, Mrs. Slotten. Is Andy home?” knowing full well he wasn’t.

“No, he’s at his play rehearsal,” she said. “He won’t be home until after five.”

“Can I come in?” I asked. “It’s hot and I’d like to ask for a glass of water.”

“Why, certainly,” she said. “Perhaps you’d like a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade?”

“That sounds wonderful, Mrs. Slotten!” I replied. Freshly squeezed, I thought — you can squeeze my lemon until the juice runs down my leg. Heh-heh.

She led me into the kitchen. As I leaned back against the counter sipping a glass of lemonade, I played my opening line:

“Gee, Mrs. Slotten, you sure are looking beautiful today.”

She looked at me quizzically. “Why, thank you, Tommy,” she smiled.

“I mean, you really look fucking hot!” This earned me a double take.

“Uh, don’t you have a girlfriend, Tommy? Aren’t you going with Brittany Lockhart?”

“Yes, I am! Would you like to see a picture of her?” I whipped out my phone, went to my pictures folder, and handed my phone over for Andy’s mom to see.

“Oh, she’s pretty in this picture!” Mrs. Slotten said.

“Yes,” I said. Then I reached over and casually flipped the image to the next one, almost as if by accident. It was a picture of me, completely naked with a smile on my face and kayaşehir escort bayan my hard cock poking straight up and out.

“Oh . . . my . . . goodness!” Mrs. Slotten gasped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs. Slotten! You weren’t supposed to see that!” I pretended to try to take the phone back.

“No, no — it’s okay,” she said, waving my hand away as she continued to stare at my naked picture, mesmerized. “I want to . . . look at it . . .”

Mrs. Slotten seemed hypnotically drawn into the picture on my phone, and as I watched her look I began feeling stiff in my jeans. She finally spoke, her eyes still focused on the naked picture of me. “You know, Tommy,” she said quietly, “You are an incredibly handsome young man.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Slotten.” My pulse was pounding in my temples, and my cock was straining against the front of my jeans.

“Come with me into the living room,” she said. She still held my phone in her hand, her eyes glued to it, as she led me out of the kitchen. In the living room, she said down on the sofa and put my phone on the coffee table. I was standing before her, expecting to get my butt chewed.

Mrs. Slotten spoke very slowly and in a low tone. “I would like to, Tommy . . .” she stammered, “I would like to . . . see you,” She pointed at the picture of me on the phone, “. . . like this.”

FUCK, I thought, this thing is gonna happen!

I stood up. My heart was beating like a jackhammer and I felt a little dizzy. I was uncertain if this was really happening, but it was. I slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes. Mrs. Slotten was looking at me like a hawk as I undid my belt and unzipped the fly of my jeans.

This was the Point of No Return. I dropped my jeans. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and my boner popped straight out.

Mrs. Slotten’s jaw dropped at the sight my hard cock. I could barely believe I was standing there in front of Andy Slotten’s mom, buck ass naked with my jeans around my ankles and my hard cock pointed straight at her face, inches from her parted lips.

“OH . . . MY . . . GOD . . .” she gasped, her gaze focused on my cock. Then she whispered, “Oh Tommy, you’re beautiful.”

I stepped on my socks and pulled my feet out of them and from my jeans. Now I was standing in front of Mrs. Slotten as naked as Roman statue. She couldn’t take her eyes off my cock.

Then something totally unexpected happened. My cock visibly throbbed. Mrs. Slotten leaned forward, closed her eyes and placed her lips on my swollen cockhead.

“Y-E-S-S-S-S-S . . .” I hissed. After several moments, Mrs. Slotten leaned back and opened her eyes. She looked up at me and sort of smiled.

Another tremor passed through my cock, and glistening drop of silvery liquid formed at the slitted end. Mrs. Slotten — my friend Andy’s mom — leaned forward once more. This time the tip of her tongue darted out and she lapped up the droplet of pre-cum.

Then her lips formed an O and she took my hot, hard cock deep into her warm, wet mouth.

Her wet mouth felt fantastic around my throbbing rod. Even better was the feeling I got from thinking this was my friend’s mom, a married woman at least twenty years older than me, merkezefendi escort bayan with my cock in her mouth. Totally forbidden territory.

The entire thing was so surreal that I went into a sort of out-of-body experience, even as Mrs. Slotten looked me dead in the eye as her ruby-red lips went up and down my pole.

But I wasn’t so moved by the experience that I forgot the single most important aspect of this afternoon’s mission. I rotated the ring on my finger, held it out to get a good side view of Mrs. Slotten’s lips wrapped around my cock and snapped my first pic.

“Oh, Mrs. Slotten!” I gasped. “Mrs. Slotten!”

Mrs. Slotten released me from her wet mouth. Holding my stiff cock in front of her like a microphone, she said, “You know, Tommy, when you’re standing in front of me buck-ass naked with your cock in my mouth, I think you can call me Brenda.” Her eyes never left my swollen, throbbing cock as she spoke.

“Yes, Brenda,” I said quietly.

“And I think we’d better take it upstairs, what do you think?”

“Whatever you say Mrs. Slotten, I mean Brenda.”

Now I was in the bedroom of my buddy Andy Slotten’s mother. I lay on the bed with my cock pointing at the ceiling, my hands behind my head watching as Mrs. Slotten slowly undressed in front of the mirror, down to her black bra and panties. She turned and faced me, reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. My jaw dropped as her large round breasts were at last revealed to my hungry eyes.

Then Mrs. Slotten put her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them down, her heavy boobs hanging down like ripe fruit. She stood back up, hands on her hips, seemingly posing for me, totally unashamed of her nakedness. Andy’s mother had nice big round tits, and magical hips.

I pulled her down on the bed and we lay together. I put my hands at last on those glorious boobs of hers while she stroked my cock. Then I was lying on top of her with the head of my cock pressing against her wet pussylips. Mrs. Slotten was looking at me with this calm look on her face, as if what we were about to engage in was the most natural thing in the world. Her large breasts pressed against my chest, she held onto my arms and when I pushed my hard cock into her warm wet hole, her eyes rolled up in their sockets and she gasped, “OH . . . MY . . . GAWD!”

And then I was in her wet pussy — she was surprisingly tight – and we were fucking.

It was nothing short of amazing, levels beyond the fumbling and fooling around I’d experienced so far with the girls at school. She exuded a confidence and enthusiasm as she wrapped her legs around mine and led me on a pleasurable afternoon in the sheets.

I grabbed her asscheeks as her pussy gripped my rod. I felt her pussy get very wet, it seemed like her pussy juice was squirting everywhere. She was rolling around on her back sighing and moaning like the fucking was MELTING HER BRAINS.

“I want to ride you,” she gasped, and we disengaged, switched positions. I rolled on my back and Mrs. Slotten straddled me, guiding my cock into her pussy. I slid in easily, she was so wet.

She started riding me slowly at first. The view was simply incredible. I took her sultangazi escort bayan huge boobs in each hand and began playing with those beautiful tits. As I pinched and pulled at her nipples she threw her head back in ecstasy. I took the opportunity to sneak a pic with my spy cam.

My pole slid in and out of her faster and harder. She began crying out: “Oh my God! OH GOD! It feels SO GOOD to fuck a young stud like you, Tommy! . . . OH! I haven’t had sex like this in at least ten years! . . . OH! I’m so horny! You make me SO DAMN HORNY!”

“Ride me, baby,” I gasped. “You are so damn sexy.” I was obviously satisfying her, and the sense of self-confidence this gave me made me start fucking her like a jackhammer.

“Oh Tommy . . . Tommy . . . mmmmm . . . you feel so fucking good in me . . . Y-E-A-S-S-S-!-!-! I NEED THIS!” Mrs. Slotten cried out as she came, grabbing me as she rode my dick.

We rolled over again, back into missionary. I slowed the pace, started getting in some of those long, quality strokes. Mrs. Slotten was getting it as good as I was giving it to her. Her pussy was clamping around my cock. I moved my hands around her ass cheeks as I sped up again and started pounding it home.

Mrs. Slotten was hanging on for dear life and crying out: “OH! OH! OH!” then “OH YES TOMMY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!!!!”

We came together, her pussy muscles gripping my cock as it spasmed, shooting my load into her hot pussy. I pulled her down to me, prolonging the sensation as every drop of cum spilled into her.

Then we lay still, clutching one another, panting like dogs. “Oh Tommy,” she sighed, “Oh my God! Oh my God!” My cock remained in Mrs. Slotten’s pussy, slowly deflating. I finally climbed off and collapsed next to her.

There was a hell of a wet spot.

Mrs. Slotten got up first, did her run to the bathroom, then came back with a wet washcloth and started cleaning my cock. “Oh Lord, Tommy, that was AMAZING!”

“Thank you Mrs. Slotten.”

“Brenda.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Yes Ma’am,” she repeated. “That sounds funny, considering . . .”

“Considering what?”

“Considering we’re both naked, we just finished making love — the most incredible sex I’ve had in ages — and right now I’m cleaning your cock off and OH MY GOD you’re getting hard AGAIN!”

With that, Mrs. Slotten leaned over and began licking me clean. She was right, of course, I was getting hard again.

“Oh my God, can you do it again so soon?” Her eyes darted around. “Oh my God, do we have time? Oh, damn. Oh Tommy, I think you’ll have to go, Andy will be home any minute.”

I grabbed my shit and scooted out of there, taking the back door and jumping the fence into the property that faced onto the next street over.

The next day after school when we got together to compare notes, I showed the guys my pics of Mrs. Slotten with my cock in her mouth, Mrs. Slotten naked, Mrs. Slotten riding my cock. The guys were flabbergasted:

“Woah!”

“Dude!”

“You did it! You really did it! Fuckin’ A!”

All except Andy Slotten, that is. Andy had this fucked up, desperate look on his face, his mouth wide open. Andy didn’t say a word, he just turned around and ran the fuck out of there.

We looked at Andy as he beat his retreat. When Chuck Foster started snickering, I elbowed him in the ribs and said, “Hey, c’mon man, it’s his mother. This is serious business, man. This ain’t about scoring points in the schoolyard.

We all looked at each other and nodded, dead serious. It might be a game, but we were obviously playing for keeps.

(To Be Continued – V.H.)

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Authors Note: Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. Thank you very much to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes, he is a great friend to help me out so much. I hope you enjoy it. ~ellie

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The Fool Ch. 10

If she had wings.

Although she had seen him several times with the intention of talking to him directly about the things Edith had said, Carrie had been unable to find a time when she and William were alone together. She’d been honest but frugal with the information she’d given Sinclair about her time with her grandmother. He’d been unsurprised that Grant had been Jordan’s contact with Edith and the family, reminding her that they had guessed that was the case a while ago. He’d pressed her about why her father was staying in London, and, honestly, she didn’t know and couldn’t tell him that. She’d also lamented that he seemed to be avoiding spending any time alone with her and she wanted to ask him herself why he was staying in London rather than returning home.

“Don’t forget, you promised me today, all day.” Sinclair reminded her again when her phone buzzed to life as they drove in early morning darkness.

“How could I possibly forget with all your reminders,” she groaned, reaching for the phone.

“Hello,” Carrie laughed lightly into the phone as Sinclair gave her a long-suffering look and turned back to the road.

“Good morning, Carrington,” William’s deep voice sounded in her ear.

“William!” Carrie exclaimed. “Good morning.”

“I apologise for calling so early, but my breakfast meeting cancelled, and I wondered if you would like to meet with me at my hotel this morning, perhaps spend time together today.” William invited.

“Oh, I would have liked that. I have wanted to have some father and daughter time with you. You know, just the two of us, but I am about thirty minutes outside London at the moment, and even if I hadn’t promised to spend the day with Sinclair, I doubt I could make it back in time,” she apologised for over-explaining her reasons why she couldn’t have breakfast with him.

“That is unfortunate. I hadn’t thought you’d be having a day away from the museum with the exhibition not far away now,” he mused.

“Sinclair feels very strongly about celebrating our first Valentine’s Day together, so he’s dragging me away from all distractions, and by the look on his face I am about to lose my phone as well,” she laughed lightly again.

“Well, I won’t keep you then. Perhaps if you are amenable to having a day away from the museum you could accompany me to meet a family friend on Friday,” he suggested. “The trip would give us some time together to talk, and it wouldn’t hurt for you to meet a member from my side of your family.”

“I would love that!” Carrie gushed. “Send me the details and I will make sure I can get the time from work. My team is amazing; they could probably do the exhibition without me. Not that I want them to know that.”

“I will do that. Enjoy your day,” William said, and hung up before she had even begun to say goodbye.

“So, you just made a date with another man while I am sitting right here?” Sinclair teased.

“On Valentine’s Day too,” she laughed.

They turned off the highway and drove further into the countryside, and, as the first rays of the sun peaked over the horizon, Sinclair helped Carrie from the car and into the basket of a hot air balloon. They had a champagne breakfast and took in the views of the patchwork countryside dotted by small villages.

“It’s beautiful, seeing the world like this,” Carrie said softly.

“You’re beautiful,” Sinclair murmured, bending to kiss her.

Carrie returned the kiss, and although she had become easier with Sinclair’s compliments and affection, romantic moments like this still made her uncomfortable, and she extended the kiss rather than having to acknowledge his compliment.

“Where are we going?” she asked once the kiss had ended and she looked out at the countryside again.

“Oh, the places we will go!” he said, quoting Dr Seuss with a smile and regretting it, seeing her confused frown as she looked at him. “I guess your mother never let you read Dr Seuss books when you were little?”

“I know who cat in the hat is,” she said in frustration and rolled her eyes at him. “I didn’t have a totally deprived childhood.”

“The places we will go is just another of his books, one of my childhood favourites. I always wanted to see the world,” he explained.

“I guess you made that dream come true,” she laughed.

“There are still a few places on my list of things to see. What about you? Any unfulfilled childhood dreams?” He asked, genuinely interested.

“I wanted to be a warrior princess,” she laughed.

“I’d say you’ve got that down,” he chuckled with her.

Carrie was about to argue the fact that she was not a princess, and nor was he a prince that could change that fact, but decided to let it go. She had promised him an argument fatih escort bayan free day of her time and attention, and she didn’t want to ruin it by fighting so early in the morning.

“You didn’t answer my question,” she accused.

“You’re right, I didn’t,” he grinned and kissed her again.

Some time later the balloon landed briefly in a field and Sinclair helped Carrie from the basket. As the balloon soared skyward again, Carrie looked around seeing no sign of life anywhere. Rather than voicing her concerns, she looked to Sinclair and raised one eyebrow.

“Trust me,” he grinned and took her hand. As they walked, Sinclair picked wildflowers, threading them together by the stems into a garland which he eventually placed on her head. “Even Warrior Princesses need a crown,” He smiled softly and kissed her lightly.

They had walked quite a distance from the landing site before she saw the small stand of trees as they crested a small hill. Two men on horseback looked up and waved in their direction before turning and riding off after Sinclair returned their wave.

Curiously, Carrie let him lead her down to the small stand of trees and gasped in surprise as she took in the blankets and pillows that decorated the small sheltered alcove made by the trees. Sun dappled down through the leaves creating spots of dancing light on the soft furnishings. She was enchanted and happily let Sinclair lead her to a place amongst the cushions and folded her legs to sit.

“Coffee, tea, or me?” Sinclair grinned, indicating a basket holding several thermoses and freshly baked treats. “We won’t be disturbed here,” he answered her silent question as she looked around.

“Then I’ll take option three,” she laughed, and for the first time that day took the lead, almost pouncing on him and knocking him back to the cushion floor of the clearing.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he smirked and smacked her ass. He began to unbutton her blouse as he kissed her again. Pushing down the cup of her bra to reveal her breast while keeping it lifted within the structure of the garment, he lowered his head to tease her nipple and helped her to remove his jeans as she fumbled with the belt and buttons.

Carrie gasped as she felt his hand slide up her thigh and under her heavy skirt, and she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it. Her breath quickly became ragged as he rolled her to her back, pressing up against her side as he gave both nipples equally aggressive attention. His fingers worked their way into her as his thumb settled over her clit, and she arched her back, climbing to a high that broke over her, making her cry out into the empty countryside.

Her hand gripped his cock tightly, making him grimace as she came. Rolling her still shaking body to her tummy, he pulled her hips up and pushed her legs beneath her. Giving her no time to reorientate herself, he smacked her ass and thrust into her. He fucked her brutally, leaning over her body to grab her hanging breasts and crush them in his large hands. Her cries of pain and pleasure sung out, and he groaned loudly, feeling his cum pump into her, leaving him feeling exhilarated. He collapsed back onto the blanket and guided the still quivering Carrie down his body to use her wonderful mouth on his cock so they could relive this moment at a slower pace.

In the last months, their lovemaking had become softer, less aggressive, and more about mutual pleasure than the fight for domination. He knew, though, that she needed that fight for dominance, and to make any man who thought to tame her work for everything she gave. He knew that deep within she enjoyed the pain that came with the fight and the eroticism of the forced submission of the conquered.

She was adventurous and open-minded about every kink he had used with her, and, although he hadn’t gone to extremes with any of it, he was yet to find the limits of her willingness to endure and enjoy erotic pain for him at the end of those battles of will. Today he intended to push those limits without the initial battle of wills. To give her that erotic pain, just because they both wanted it, not because she needed to be punished. He knew now that her need for punishment somehow stemmed back to Robin’s assertion that she had never been strong enough, smart enough, or beautiful enough to fit her mother’s criteria for her role as the fool.

He moaned, closing his eyes, feeling her talented mouth work on him, and his semi erect cock begin to stiffen again. She wasn’t masochistic, like some of the pain sluts he had known, but she was strong enough to take what he gave her and ask for more. To the outside world she was a confident, talented and strikingly beautiful woman. He now knew this was a façade and had fallen madly, deeply and passionately in love with the shy and insecure woman who craved control in her world and fell apart when surprised by unforeseen events, though she rarely let that side show.

She was more than beautiful to aksaray escort bayan him, intelligent and strong-minded. She was loyal, good and kind. She submitted after a battle of wills, not because she was the weaker one, but because she was strong enough to know the bliss that came with that exchange of power. He had been overjoyed when he had seen her first real display of submission after the battle at Diablo’s club. He hadn’t been sure until that moment that her appearance at Diablo’s side had extended to sexual submission. He had pictured her as being the high maintenance type of girlfriend, full of demands and retribution if those demands were not met.

He ran his fingers through Carrie’s hair as she sucked his cock so beautifully. He’d slept with many beautiful submissive women, but they paled in comparison to being with the woman he loved in the way he needed to love her. He leant up on an elbow, watching her for a few minutes longer, then pulled her head off his cock by the hair. Her open mouth left strands of saliva hanging in the air between her lips and his raging cock.

“The basket, drag it closer!” he commanded, not releasing his grip on her hair and enjoying the indecision on her face as she battled her need to fight him for the dominance his commanding tone implied. He had made her make several promises about today, and he smirked as she argued with herself about having agreed to accept whatever he asked of her as her Valentine’s Day present to him. His excitement and enthusiasm for being her first Valentine and the planning she knew he had put into this day had made her willingly agree to his terms and promise not to argue or battle him for the complete twenty-four hours that was the fourteenth of February.

Carrie winced as her hair pulled tighter when she moved to comply with his command. She dragged it forward and to his side where he could easily reach it.

“Perfect,” he gave her a toothy smile. He sat up, wedging a cushion behind his back to lean against a tree, then he pulled her forward slightly to kiss her before guiding her head back down to his cock.

Carrie shivered in the cool air as he removed her shirt and bra, but, aside of lifting her arms when necessary, did not move from her place between his legs to grab a blanket to ease the winter chill. She felt, rather than saw him pull her arms behind her, and the tight leather cuffs that wrapped around her arms just above her elbows, pushing her chest out as her shoulders were drawn back. She kept her eyes down, only looking up occasionally through her dark lashes as he moved above her to undo her skirt and pull it off to toss it with the rest of her clothes beside the damp panties that had been discarded long ago.

Sinclair rearranged the pillows behind him and reclined back again, making her gurgle loudly as he bucked his hips up into her mouth and gripped her hair, holding her down. After long moment’s he pulled her off his cock and dragged her forward, helping her to settle over his cock. He moaned as he felt the slick velvet walls of her pussy slowly envelop him.

“Oh, yeah, just like our first night together,” he murmured, picking up a crop from where it lay beside him. He flicked the flat leather end at her nipple and she squealed, tensing and bucking slightly. Sinclair felt all of it and groaned. “Now for the riding lesson I hinted might be part of today’s activities,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. He flicked the end of the crop at her nipples several more times before landing it hard across both breasts leaving a long red welt.

“You never hinted at anything to do with today!” Carrie cried out, her eyes misting with the tears she knew would come, as the so-called riding lesson continued. A small part of her mind registered that he had asked her casually if she could ride about a week ago, but she hadn’t registered the importance of the question at the time. Pain lanced into her thoughts as the crop landed on her breasts, and she blinked as her body responded to the punishment he dished out.

“Giddyap!” Sinclair commanded, and landed the crop again, making her shudder and cry out as she began to lift and lower herself slowly on and off his cock. He went back to flicking at her hard nipples, mesmerised by the bounce of her breasts and how beautiful they looked dancing unfettered before his eyes. The crop landed again, and errant tears fell to her cheeks as she dropped onto him hard and ground into him, crying out.

He dropped the crop then and reached up, grabbing both of her breasts and forcing her to lean forward as he moved to catch a nipple between his teeth. “Ride!” he growled as he bit into her and slapped her ass with the now free hand.

Without her arms to balance her, Carrie felt it was almost impossible to fuck him in this position. Then she felt his hand steady her hip, and he began to move from below her, bucking up into her and fucking her as his teeth tortured her nipples. Eventually, he pushed her back up eyüp escort bayan to a sitting position and settled both his hands on her hips. The orgasm she felt building, she knew would be earth shattering, and, as he growled at her to ride again, she began moving up and down as hard and fast as she could.

Satisfied that she was riding as best she could without his help, he moved his hands back to her breasts, lashing out and slapping them as they bounced with her movements. “Fuck!” he roared, feeling her orgasm milk at his cock. She collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around her. Sinclair held her like that for a long time, his cock softening and sliding from her long before he was ready to release her from his arms and the restraints.

“I could stay here with you like this forever,” he said quietly, looking into her tear stained face. He heard her sigh contentedly and kissed any words she might have said in response away. When he let her catch her breath again, she looked at him with a soft smile.

“If only we could, but we have to go back to reality eventually. Probably before we both freeze to death out here,” she nuzzled into his neck and kissed him. With an unhappy groan, he released her arms from the restraints and pulled a blanket tightly around her, then he sat up and pulled a thermos from the basket.

“So, what now?” Carrie asked, running her fingers through her tousled hair and accepting a hot mug of tea from Sinclair. “Now that we’ve established that it’s a bit too chilly to spend the day naked and at one with nature,” she sipped the hot brew, feeling it warm her from the inside.

“What? That was plan A, so I suppose we should go with plan B, then, if you’re sure you don’t want to brave the elements with me, I can think of several ways to keep you warm out here,” he smirked at her.

“Plan B sounds far more preferable to freezing to death between bouts of hot sex,” she laughed.

“In that case, you’ll need these,” he said, digging to the bottom of the basket and bringing out a pair of her old comfortable jeans that she hadn’t noticed were missing, as well as a fresh blouse and jacket.

“What? No underwear?” she laughed, overcoming her shock that he had packed fresh clothes for her.

“Give me a minute,” he grumbled, rooting around in the bottom of the basket again and came up with a Victoria’s Secret bag which held a scarlet red matching set of underwear decorated with a Valentines motif.

“I thought we said no gifts?” Carrie queried.

“No, what I said was that I didn’t want you to buy a gift for me because I wanted your obedience and compliance as my gift today,” Sinclair corrected. “That’s more of a gift for me anyway,” he chuckled, indicating the lingerie.

“Well, it will match the marks you left on my body,” she teased.

“That was a gift for me as well,” he smirked in the way he knew got under her skin, as if daring her to break her promise and argue with him.

“So this is how it’s going to be? On my birthday, will you buy me gifts that are really for your enjoyment?” she teased again.

“I hadn’t planned it, but now that you mention it, what a great idea!” he said with a perfectly straight face.

As if on cue, the men on horseback returned just as she had redressed and accepted another steaming mug of tea. This time they were leading two other horses. With a groan about more riding lessons, Carrie mounted a placid grey mare and thanked the two gentlemen for their assistance before turning and galloping away. She had no idea if she was going in the right direction, but she was sure that as soon as Sinclair caught up to her, he would let her know.

“We’re heading to that forest over there,” Sinclair pointed as he caught up with her and galloped ahead as if it was a race now.

Carrie kicked her horse on and followed him blindly, keeping her eyes on his back as she followed him toward the edge of the forest. He slowed near the forest edge and turned, realising she had caught up, and began to pick his way carefully through the marked trail.

“This is Sherwood Forest,” Sinclair said over his shoulder to her. “Like you, Robin Hood and his merry men liked to rob the rich and give to the poor.”

“No, I like to return missing items to their rightful owners,” she qualified her business plan for the legitimate business she ran with Jordan.

“So did Robin Hood, it was just that it took the form of the taxes he liberated,” he argued the semantics. “It’s all a matter of perspective,” he added as they rode through the quiet forest path. “The forest used to be much bigger, stretching almost all the way to Nottingham; now it’s an hour’s drive between the two places.”

“Are we going to Nottingham?” Carrie asked curiously.

“Eventually, but first we are going to the market town of Mansfield,” he smiled, enjoying the luxury of having her to himself and being in control of their actions and movements.

“Mansfield? Are there dubious links to your family that I should know about?” she asked.

“Happy coincidence, but the town lies pretty much at the heart of what used to be the much larger Sherwood Forest. It’s more like a city these days, but it’s on the route, so we’ll be stopping here for a little bit of sightseeing and change of transportation,” he said enigmatically, not telling her the full outline of his plans for this part of the world.

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