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The author invites you to first read the four earlier chapters of this story, “Phone Call from the Nude Beach” and “Phone Call from the Nude Beach Ch. 02, 03, and 04”. If you don’t read the earlier installments, a brief synopsis follows to catch you up.

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Our naked beachgoer is in Miami, enjoying the weekend between the two weeks of her training class. Her husband is flying from Up North, wanting desperately to join her for the weekend. For two days he’s been fighting airline delays in a desperate effort to get to Miami to see his wife displaying herself naked in public, something he’s been pestering her about for years. She’s been teasing him on the phone, describing the joys of her new-found exhibitionism.

…All he can think about is her descriptions of how she went clubbing naked the previous night, how she rode the bus nearly naked from her hotel to the beach, and then once she got there the dozens of people enjoying her nakedness and publicly fondling her to an orgasm, but he’s bothered mostly by the fact that he’s not there to see this. Not yet.

…His flight Saturday got stuck overnight in Atlanta, so now he’s waiting to board a Sunday flight to Miami to join her at the clothing-optional beach where she’s been reveling in her nakedness all weekend. And telling him of her adventures.)

…The plan now is for him to get to Miami late Sunday afternoon, spend a few precious hours with her naked in public, then fly home late Sunday night to be back at work Monday morning while she stays in Miami for the final week of her training class. She last spoke with him a couple of hours ago, to learn that the morning flight from Atlanta was delayed and that he’ll call when he’s finally boarding. Finally, early afternoon on the beach, her phone rings…

“Oh, yay! You’re finally in Atlanta and boarding in half an hour! The flight to Miami is only a couple of hours, so if you land by 3, then by the time you’re out of the airport and drive to the beach it’ll be 4 or 5, so we’ll have maybe two hours before the sun sets. I know you want to see me naked in front of anybody who walks by, I think we’ll still have some time for that. I can’t wait! I’m so horny! This towel under me is soaked. Being naked in public keeps me right on the edge of an orgasm, I feel like I’m constantly ready to come. And I don’t even have to play with my clit! I wish I’d listened to you at that beach in New Jersey and gotten naked there. Now I want to just stay naked and show myself naked to everyone.

“Well, we have a few minutes to talk before you board.

“Sweetie, when you get here I’ll have a surprise for you, but you’ll have to pass a little test. There are dozens of women here lying naked in the sun. Most of the pussies are bare, like mine. So, after you call to say you’re almost to the beach, I’m gonna lie back on this lounger and wait for you. But I’ll have a towel over my face and you’ll have to identify me only by my pussy!! That’s the test.

“I’m gonna ask some of the other women here to open their legs and cover their faces too. If you don’t pick me on the first try, I’ll feel crushed, but you’ll be in trouble, big trouble. So you’d better get it right the first time, and remember, you haven’t seen me with a shaved pussy since the kids were born, and even that was only partial. But now I’m totally bare even underneath all the way to my butt hole, so you’ll probably have to look closely at every woman you think might be me. Good luck! Meanwhile, I’m gonna just lie here horny as hell and enjoy being naked and display myself the way you always wanted. Now get on that plane so you can come watch people looking at your naked horny wife!

…He lands in Miami, gets his rental car, and is driving toward the beach using the directions she texted him. Her phone rings…

“Yay, at last! Yes, the big parking lot, then walk through the tunnel. Now I’m gonna lie back, open my legs, and cover my face with the towel. And, I asked the lifeguard if you’re allowed to fuck here and he said for sure no, not on the beach, only in the lifeguard tower. Probably because he thought I wanted to fuck him, ha! ha! I explained that my husband is the only man I fuck, which he didn’t believe after watching me all day with peoples’ hands up my pussy and the “bathing suit” I arrived in and especially my great public orgasm yesterday and me doing every other sexual thing except actually fuck, and especially my bottoms-up yoga pose rize escort leg splits! So, sweetie, as soon as you get here maybe we’ll call his bluff and ask if you and I can borrow his lifeguard tower.

“Too bad we’re not allowed to fuck here, I was going to say that once you figure out which one of us naked women lying here is your wife, to just stick your dick in me. From the fit you could tell for sure. But, no fucking on the beach so that will have to wait. And also, what would happen if you stuck it in the wrong woman?

“Oh, you say you just made the turn off the Expressway? Good, just a few more minutes and you’ll be trying to figure out which one of these lovely pussies is mine.

…Hubby arrives on the beach, puts his towel down, gets naked, and sets about looking at each naked woman lying on her back, and tries to identify his wife. At first he’s enjoying this, and his partial erection shows it. After surveying a dozen or so bare bodies, he narrows the field down to three, then two, based on tits, leg shape, and other physical traits. With their faces covered and wedding rings concealed, it’s hard to choose. He goes back and forth between the final two, looking for distinguishing features. How can he not recognize his own wife’s pussy? She had mentioned that her clit might be out, so he’ll have to go back and look more closely. Both clits are protruding slightly, one pink and one darker, but he isn’t familiar enough with his own wife’s clit!

…All these beautiful naked women! Of the two he’s got it down to, both women are shaved bare, just as she said they’d all be, so no help there. Both women’s nipples are erect, but how can he not know his own wife’s nipples? Maybe he should start paying more attention to them. One woman has a small freckle on one side of her pussy, and another just next to her anus, but that doesn’t help. What about the toenail polish? He hadn’t even noticed when she left on her trip. Got to start noticing these things. How can a man not know every inch of his own wife? Too busy with job, the kids, maybe too much golf with the guys. Can’t even identify my own wife. Maybe her smell? They’re both leaking a little, but he knows his wife has always been very wet. They both smell nice, but he can’t tell the difference. What about taste? Well, this one looks like the best bet, so here goes…

…About twenty minutes later, an attractive but exhausted and slightly dizzy but very happy nude woman on very wobbly legs walks a very embarrassed man over to his wife, now sitting up and looking daggers at her husband, whose head is hanging low and whose penis has shrunk and withdrawn into the nest of his pubic hair…

“So, sweetie, you can’t identify your own wife’s pussy? You really like hers better? Apologise to the nice lady, compliment her on her pussy, and let her get back to her book. Then I will deal with you.

“You really blew it, mister! I was gonna drag you up into that tower and give you the best fuck of your life, even with the lifeguards watching. But not after you chose another woman’s pussy! And tits, yet!

“I can’t believe it! Your own wife’s pussy! And what about my tits? You don’t know my nipples? How many times have you stuck your dick in my cunt, yet you don’t even know what it looks like! And you couldn’t even recognize me by my sex smell? You sniffed me, your nose an inch away from my wet twat. Did you sniff her too, and you still couldn’t tell? Or maybe you liked hers better? Did you try to taste her?

Oh? Did she taste better than me? And it wasn’t until you gave her about twelve orgasms that you realized you got the wrong one? Now I know why she was smiling when she marched your sorry ass over here! Well, from now on you’re gonna get really close to your own wife’s pussy. And don’t kiss me yet, not with her slimy, sticky, sex juice all over your face!

“So, mister, for not recognizing your own wife when I’m lying here naked, right in front of you, here’s your punishment:

“First, from now on, very night before bed you will eat me. With the lights on, so you get to know what I look and feel and smell and taste like down there. We’re gonna make it so you never mistake another woman’s cunt for mine. And you’re gonna become best friends with my clit.

“Second, whenever you and I are home together without the kids or our moms there, I’ll stay naked and you will either lick me or fuck me, my choice, on demand. Any sakarya escort time I want. And any position I want. And in any part of the house, including the back yard. And if the doorbell rings I will answer it naked and tell them what we’re doing. And invite them in to watch, if they want to.

“Third, whenever we can get away for the weekend without the kids, you are taking me to a nudist resort or a clothing-optional beach. But not a swinger’s club, because I only fuck you. If we’re driving there I’ll be naked for the whole trip, so you’ll have to figure out the logistics.

“Fourth, you will allow me to show as much nipple as I want to, no matter where we are, even when your boss invites us to dinner. I’ll have to be wearing something, but it might be transparent, or very loose and low-cut, or open-knit so my nipples poke through, or whatever I choose. Likewise, as much pussy and ass as I want to show, so don’t tell me to wear underwear, ever. And if my skirt doesn’t quite cover my ass and pussy, then you’ll just have to deal with it. And when we get out of a car, you will come around and hold my door open in case I want to flash.

“Next, you’re buying me a new bicycle and we’re riding in the next twenty or so World Naked Bike Rides, naked. You, too. Naked. The whole day.

“Still not enough of seeing me naked in public? Well, this October you’re taking me to Key West for Fantasy Fest. For the whole week. They say you can go around wearing only body paint, and the artists there charge about three hundred to paint you. Well, I’m gonna save you a lot of money because my costume will be to just outline the shape of a bikini on my bare skin, which you’ll do with a washable marker. Just a few thin lines across my back and triangle outlines around my breasts and pussy, so I’ll be fully naked.

“And after that, you will scout out the bars and lounges in town to find out which ones have amateur night. You will escort me in, introduce me as your wife as though we’re there to watch the show, but I will remove my clothes and we’ll find the manager and you’ll tell him that since she’s already nude your wife wants to be on stage when the time comes. Until then, you’ll take me around and introduce me to anyone you know. Then when I’m up there exposing myself on stage with the lights shining on me, as part of my act I will point you out as my husband and tell them how you couldn’t recognize your own wife’s cunt. I’ll make sure they get a good look at it, up close and from various angles, so none of them will ever make the same mistake you just did. There-do you think that will satisfy your need to see men looking at your wife’s body? And them knowing it’s your wife up there, opening her cunt for their close inspection?

“And another thing, after I get home next week I’m going to find a job as an art model, maybe at that college nearby or with a private art group. And you will enroll as an adult student but not let on that you’re my husband. I’ll give them poses like they’ve never seen before, and you’ll be there to see me exhibiting myself.

“I’ve heard that normal poses don’t often show the model’s anus, but if I get to choose the pose I’ll bend over and hold my cheeks apart so they can see mine. This will also give them views of the lower parts of my pussy that most art students never get to see. I’ll be open and wet and dripping, so they’ll have to draw that, too. And you’ll be there to watch them looking up my open crotch from behind, and watch them studying the juice running down the insides of my legs. You might not like them seeing all this, but you wanted me to be naked, so we’ll see how you handle it.

“Maybe they’ll pose me with a male model and you’ll be watching as I wrap my naked body around his. You’ll just have to privately deal with seeing his hands on my crotch, or cupping my breasts or butt cheeks, or anywhere the pose calls for while I happily display my nakedness to anybody who pays the class fee.

“And if it’s a private group they might ask for intimate poses, since they won’t know you’re my husband. You’ll watch but you won’t know if the sex is simulated or real, like, is his dick just pressed up near my pussy, or is it hard and really inside? Maybe the instructor will let you come up for a closer look. I’ll probably have an orgasm either way, so you won’t be able to tell just because I come. Yes, right there, in front of you and everyone else samsun escort in the studio! Watching me have an orgasm! I’ll probably have to apologise to the class, but you can bet they’ll be inviting me back.

“And I’m not going to bring a robe for the breaks. By staying naked we can compare the real tits to the drawings. I can put a nipple right up next to their canvas to see how accurately they get the little dots on my areolas. Can’t do that with a robe on! Likewise the delicate folds of my pussy. Who knows, sweetie, maybe you’ll learn to draw!

“And if they have a public exhibit of the paintings, I will be nude at the opening. You would attend as a student, so you can see everyone looking at my nude body as I let them compare me with the paintings.

“Need me to be naked even more? Here’s how the whole city can see me naked, with you watching. How about I take acting lessons and find a community theater group putting on a play with nudity? If I get the part, I’ll want to stay naked for all the rehearsals. You will be a volunteer stage hand and watch me naked in front of the whole cast and crew, the audience, and all the other volunteers. If there are sex scenes I will do my best to make them as convincing as possible, without bed covers over me and the male actor. And just like in the art class, you’ll have to wonder where his dick really is. And you will invite everyone we know to the performances, maybe everyone except our moms. People you know and work with will see me naked on stage, maybe having an orgasm, and know that I’m your wife. I guess if the orgasm is real you’ll see me apologising to the whole audience. You’ll watch them seeing me perform naked and see me do the curtain calls and attend the cast party nude, even if I’m the only one. Naked enough for you?

“Want more? Well, sweetie, how about me getting felt up by everyone you know? Yes, everyone! Next Super Bowl party when you invite all your buddies and their women over, I’ll be naked except for a frilly little apron that covers nothing except maybe my belly button. They’ll have complete access to every part of me.

“You’ve turned me into an exhibitionist, and now you’ll have to live with it. Anyway, I will be serving drinks and snacks, and me! Yes, me. For every score our team makes, our guests get to take turns feeling my ass and playing with my tits and kissing my nipples, and if they ask politely they can put maybe one or two fingers up my cunt. Even the wives and girlfriends will like to do that.

“By halftime I’ll probably need to finger myself the rest of the way to an orgasm, so they’ll get to watch that, too. Believe me, the women will understand. Nobody will mind if I masturbate lying on the floor in front of the whole crowd. I’ll enjoy it and so will they. Your part will come later, and you might not like your part so much. Part of your punishment.

“At the end of the game, if our team won you will eat me out right in front of your friends and co-workers. I’ll already be naked, so what the hell!

“But if our team loses, you will get naked and fuck me, right there on the floor, in front of the TV.

“Yes, both of us naked, you’ll be naked in front of everyone you know. They will look at your cock and you will not cover it. You will see what it’s like to be naked in front of a group. I’ll already have been displayed naked for about three hours, felt up, fingered myself to an orgasm, finger-fucked by everyone there, and had my nipples sucked, now it will be your turn. If you want to keep your clothes on you’d better hope our team wins!

“But if they lose, all your friends and work partners and their wives and girlfriends will see you naked, and if you can’t show them a hard on they will laugh at you, especially the women, and they’ll want you to stroke it to make it hard. Just think, you might have to jerk off in front of your buddies! That will embarrass and humiliate you, but it’s part of your punishment for eating out another woman before you realised it wasn’t your own wife.

“But at our Super Bowl party whether you eat me or fuck me, you’d better make it so they see me come! And maybe before they go home, when I’m still dripping with cum I’ll let them taste me, just to get you back for sucking on that other woman’s pussy. That should give me at least as many orgasms as you gave her. Hey, look over there, she’s still playing with herself! Well, she’s on her own now.

“Okay, now that you’re here, even though you couldn’t identify your wife without her clothes on, I’m still horny as hell and I want to fuck you right now. That is, if your dick comes out of hiding. Let’s go see if that lifeguard really meant it when he said you’re allowed to fuck as long as you’re up in the tower. I love you!

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Playing Again

A Bradley International Story

*

It has been a few months since the incident. I have tried to play it safe but I still wear low-cut tops and short skirts. I have, however, refrained from blatantly flashing anyone on the highway. At first, I was nervous. I kept expecting him to show up again. I’m not sure if I was afraid or just anticipating it. I still dreamed about that night, though mostly they were wet dreams. I would wake up straddling my pillow grinding my mound into it. He really did a number on me.

However, here it is, months later and I’m horny. The guy of my dreams/nightmares never showed up again and this issue isn’t fixing itself. I woke up again humping my pillow dreaming of being bent over a deck chair. I decided that today I was going to stop playing it safe. I would go to work, show my ass (maybe even literally), and tonight I would go out somewhere to have a good time.

I dug through my closet to find an outfit that was work appropriate but still said, “Hey, check out my ass,” as much as possible. I didn’t own any shirts that didn’t show a decent amount of cleavage, so that wasn’t a problem. I added my demibra to the ensemble as well as a sweet pair of red fuck-me pumps. If you are wondering about panties, no thanks, this girl goes commando.

The drive to work was uneventful. It’s difficult to get into the flashy mood when you’re fighting through gridlock, are still half asleep, and the coffee you tried to inhale keeps burning your tongue. Not to mention, no one else is awake enough to notice you. I swear I could hear a steady drone of “Time to make the doughnuts” coming from the cars surrounding me.

I got to work just as my boss oozed out of his car. He, of course, slinks up next to me. I generally keep my distance from him. I know what he wants but he should know by now, he isn’t getting it. He is welcome to watch and wank all he wants, but that dick isn’t getting anywhere near me.

Being The Bradley in Bradley International keeps him from being kneed in the balls by most of the women in the company. We suffer him as much as necessary. The problem is he never does anything so dramatic that we can call it sexual harassment. He just has a way of looking at a woman that makes her skin crawl.

As he approached me he glanced down at my chest while he slowly raised his eyes to the general location of my face.

“Good morning Melanie! I am so glad I caught you this morning! I hope you will have that analysis ready for me today. If you see you need help with anything, feel free to stop by my office. I would be more than happy to help you out .

“Thanks Mr. Bradley, but I’m pretty sure I can handle it”

“Oh trust me; I have very little doubt in your ability to handle things.”

(Innuendo much?) .

“I look forward to seeing the results of your analysis.”

Thankfully, at that moment, poor Maryann walking toward the entrance diverted his attention.

Completely distracted, he turned and headed her way. God I would not wish him on my worst enemy but I was thankful it was her and not me!

I rushed to the elevator hoping to get on it and get the doors closed before he had a chance to catch up. I did not want to be stuck on there with him alone.

Smashing the button on the elevator, I breathed a sigh of relief as the doors shut. I leaned back against the wall and tilted my head back to stare at the ceiling. That is when I noticed a small camera in the corner.

I loved security cameras! That meant someone could be watching! I could get a few nipple slips in before the elevator hit my floor.

I pretended to fumble through my bag allowing my lotion to spill out. When I bent down to retrieve it, I let my breasts slide forward in my bra where I could feel the edges of my nipples break free for a second. I stood back up and pretended to look around for cameras. Then, I re-adjusted my breasts, being sure to reach in deep and let flesh peak out. Just as I pulled my hand out of my top, the doors opened.

I sauntered my way to my cubicle. Barbara was already at her desk plinking away at her keyboard. She looked up briefly acknowledging my presence.

“Good morning sunshine. What’s shaking?”

Grinning, she replied “My vibrator”

I laughed knowingly. Barbara made me look like a pristine virgin. Her sex drive was scary. Thankfully she kept herself under control but I helped when I could. That’s what friends do. Today, I was feeling exceptionally friendly.

“Let me know if you need any help today. I’m willing to lend a hand … or whatever…if you need it.”

Her pupils dilated and her nostrils flared as I watched her cum right there in front of me. Apparently her vibrator comment wasn’t just a joke. She shuddered and took a deep breath. “Thanks, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind and thanks for sending me over. It was just the image I needed”

“Ha-ha, you are quite welcome my friend. I will see you later.” I laughed, happy to have already helped a little.

I mersin escort walked the rest of the way to my cubicle, feeling the heat between my legs. I paused to pull my skirt a little higher. There were only a few of us at this end of the aisle and no one was in yet. I wanted to feel the air on my pussy.

The breeze from the air conditioner chilled the moisture pooling between my lips as I walked. I hurried the rest of the way to my cubical so that I could sit in my chair with my legs spread wide open. As soon as I got there, I threw my bag on my desk, shimmied my skirt up more, and sat with my legs as far apart as the chair would allow.

I heard voices approaching, but I knew they would not come all the way back. I reached down and squeezed the insides of my thighs pulling on them and opening myself up further. I did not want to cum. I liked being on edge. I liked being able to bend over in front of a guy and let him see me wet and swollen. I smacked my pussy a few times, making my hips jerk in need.

I turned just in time to see Carson walk up to my cubical. He worked just across the aisle from me.

“I see you’re in a mood today,” he said smiling and motioning towards my splayed legs. “I hope this mood means we’ll be seeing more of you than we have been lately. I’ve missed my glimpses of heaven.”

“We will just have to see now won’t we?” I teased, turning around in my chair and doing a Sharon Stone leg change.

He grinned as he turned to walk back to his desk, the bulge in his pants telling me that I was off to a good start.

I forced myself to turn to my desk and focus on my work as much as possible. I knew Mr. Bradley was not kidding about that report. I wanted to be sure to have that to his secretary before lunch so that he didn’t have any excuse to come looking for me. The brief moment I spent with him this morning was more than enough to last me for a while.

Once I emailed Clarice my analysis, I breathed a little easier. I usually did not have to deal with Mr. Bradley directly, going instead through my immediate supervisor. This request, however, was different. He brought it to me directly from the client. They were normally not so specific in their needs, being happy to get what data we gave them. As I worked on the report, I found myself more and more curious about it but thankfully it was finished and out of my hands. I even included a summary and detailed explanation of everything so that he did not have to ask me about any of it. Anything they needed would be in there. Howard Engineering was one of our biggest clients. When they barked, we all jumped, including Mr. Bradley.

With that out of the way, I was able to take a short break. I piddled around on my phone, checking out a few exhibitionist websites that I had some of my pics posted on. I was so excited the day that I found them! I knew there were plenty sites for voyeurs but not exhibitionists. The ones that I found let you share photos of yourself for other people to rate and comment on.

Like now, I checked several times a day to see how my pictures were doing. I loved when people printed them out and paid tribute. The thought of someone getting that worked up over me just turned me into mush. Today, a man from Minnesota paid tribute to a shot of my tits spilling out of my bra. He even made sure to aim directly into my cleavage. Thanks to him, I now needed to find a cloth before I ruined the leather of my chair.

I glanced over at Carson. I wondered if he would be up for a quick game of Flash. He usually didn’t mind a good tease nor did he mind returning the favor. If it got too bad, a quick bathroom break took care of it nicely.

I reached in and pulled my tits up as far in my bra as they could go without popping out. I whistled to Carson to get his attention, and then turned to show him what was peeking.

“Really?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “It’s about damn time you straightened out. I missed the old Melanie.” He reached down and unzipped his pants.

Using the tip of his finger, he stroked the opening. “We’ve missed you.”

I watched as the white cloth beneath the zipper began to gradually rise through the opening. I reached behind me for my bottle of lotion. His eyes widened and the cloth of his boxers rose again as I squirted the lotion into my cleavage. I dipped my fingers in the mess smearing it around the exposed globes. The deeper I shoved my hand, the lower my neckline went. My nipple caught between my fingers and peaked tighter. I repeated the motions on my other breast making sure the dark caramel of my nipples blazoned against my blouse.

Carson licked his lips and spread his legs apart. The gap in his pants opened more and he rubbed the palm of his hand down across it. His breathing increased as he continued. Each time, he pressed the heel of his hand down a little harder.

I pulled my skirt up until the tops of my thighs showed. The apex glistened with moisture. I slid my thumbs down into the muğla escort crevice and used my hands to pull my thighs open. My thumbs dripped with my juices. I let Carson see it, before I raked them across my tits.

Even though they were still somewhat damp, I flicked them across my nipples causing them to tighten further into sharp pebbles.

Carson finally allowed the beast lurking in his pants to slip free of its confines. His boxers spilled out the opening of his pants, releasing his hardened cock.

Instantly my fingers went back to my dripping slit. Watching Carson stroke his cock was always a pleasure. He put on quite a show.

The thick purple head, glistening with pre-cum, peaked out first. I put my cum-covered finger into my mouth and sucked on it, while his demonstration enraptured me.

Just as Carson seemed ready to pop, I heard shuffling feet coming our way. I quickly adjusted my clothes only to see Barbara’s flushed face rounding the corner. I didn’t even bother letting Carson know. He enjoyed an audience as much as I and I knew Barbara would enjoy the view.

Her eyes widened and her face lit up as she saw what occupied Carson.

“Looks like I picked right time to come say ‘Hi’.”

Carson looked up long enough to give her a heated glance along with a sly grin.

Walking up to her, I whispered, “Are you headed for a bathroom break? I know I sure need one.”

Carson’s heads popped up. “Care if I join you? I don’t know how much longer I can last especially with you two hot commodities watching.”

“What do you say Melanie? Think we could help poor Carson out of his predicament?”

“Mmm yeah I think we could fix his problem.”

I turned, set my computer to away, and grabbed the out-of-order sign from my desk. Barbara and Carson had left without me.

I reached back to grab the bottle of lotion (just in case) and sprinted to the bathroom. I had to shove my way in as Barbara was already on her knees with Carson pressed against the bathroom door. She was double-fisting his cock while sucking hard on the head.

“Ok Barb, you’re going to have to share honey.” I said as I knelt down beside her. She released her hands but kept her mouth where it was. I took the opportunity to wrap my lips around the side of his shaft. My tongue swept across the underside as I moved my mouth back and forth. Barbara took the cue and moved to the other side.

“Uh! What the fuck? Damn that’s good” Carson exclaimed as his dick slid between our mouths.

Barbara’s lips met mine as Carson put his hands behind our heads and pushed our heads closer together. Our tongues dueled underneath as he pistoned in and out of the tunnel our mouths created.

Sensing his release, Carson pulled back. “Give me your tits – both of you.”

Pulling them out of our tops, we displayed our tits to him for his cum.

“No. Face each other and stack them for me. Create a sandwich for my meat.”

We turned to face each other. Barbara held her huge tits out to me. Mine, though not quite as large, at least gave a good showing as I placed them on top of hers.

Carson put a hand on top and underneath our “sandwich” and pushed his well lubricated cock between. He pulled on our nipples as he burrowed between our tits.

Suddenly, he tensed. “Fuuuck, oh Fuck yeah.” He groaned as hot jets of cum shot from his dick to coat our tits.

I felt his tremors through my chest as each rope of cum shot out of his cock.

Barbara’s eyes glazed over with lust. I pulled her to me and bit her exposed neck while I rubbed our breasts together. Cum lubricated them so that they easily slid around. I pulled her nipples and bit down harder on her neck. I didn’t leave a mark, but I made sure she felt it.

“I need to cum now.” She growled.

She pulled me up from my knees and pushed me beside Carson who was still in his post orgasm daze. Her lips ground into mine as she lifted our skirts and pushed her pussy into mine. Our breasts slipped against each other as she pounded her swollen pussy into me over and over again.

Carson woke from his daze enough to appreciate the sight beside him. With one hand on his cock he used the other to reach behind Barbara and shove two fingers inside her. She shuddered against me and pounded harder.

“Oh God, Carson! Yes! Ram those fingers into me! I, ungh, fuck, I… GASP! Hold on Melanie!”

She lost all control. Her hips bucked into mine so hard I just knew the door would come off its hinges. Her growing orgasm encouraged mine. She bent down and sucked my cum-covered nipple deep into her mouth, just as I erupted. Her body shook against mine as our cum ran down our legs. This was going to take a while to clean up.

Barbara slowly pulled away from me letting my skirt fall. As soon as Carson removed his fingers from her, she leaned down and sucked him deep into her throat. When she pulled back, he wrapped his hands around his cock and stroked himself into her mouth. She kept pressure nevşehir escort on his head until he shot his second load.

With that done, I hobbled over to the sink and cleaned myself up the best I could. We each looked rough, but with a few wipes and tucks we were all set aright.

“Thanks ladies.” Carson said as he blew us a kiss and walked out the door.

Barbara leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks Melanie. That was even better than I had hoped. It should hold me till tonight. I’m planning on heading out to the club to dance with Bella. You should come out and watch. It’s going to be hot!” She laughed and walked out the door.

I briefly leaned against the counter to catch my breath before I headed back to my desk. ‘The club huh?’ I thought to myself. I haven’t been in a while. It might be just what I need. I could wear my fun clothes and not get into trouble! Ooh! I was excited. This day seemed to keep getting better as it went on.

After I left the bathroom, I went back to my desk to start on my next project. Images of what I anticipated for the night kept flitting through my head.

The rest of the day went by smoothly except for a bit of commotion when Mr. Bradley was trying to locate Franny. Poor girl! She tried so hard to hide from that man. I briefly wondered if she would be working in the club tonight.

Franny worked nights at the club to earn money to start her own CPA office. Barbara and I were the only two people that knew. Franny would die if anyone else from the office saw her. Barbara on the other hand did not care and only went there on the nights she wanted to pick someone out of the crowd to manhandle and seduce.

I only went to the club occasionally. I preferred to show myself off in places where it wasn’t expected…like the grocery store. I would accidentally bend over to pick something up off the bottom shelf having forgotten that I wasn’t wearing panties.

At the club, nudity was expected so it didn’t stand out as much. It did not mean however that I couldn’t find a way to enjoy myself. Tonight with Bella and Barbara dancing I knew things would get hot. Hell they were probably going to need to hand out towels at the door. Maybe I should ask for a lap dance…

When five o’clock finally came around, I was all ready to walk out the door. I passed by Barbara’s desk on the way out to let her know that she would be seeing me tonight. I made her promise to save a lap dance for me.

By the time I made it to my car, my body was screaming to be free. It felt so confined from the little bits of clothes that I wore to work. I managed to make it home in record time even with the traffic. It only took me about 45 minutes to make it to the club from my house so I had time to spare.

I jumped in the shower and washed all the lingering evidence of my earlier escapade off my body. Thanks to that escapade, I was not as horny as I had been earlier in the morning so I was able to get in and out of the shower without molesting the shower massager. There was still some sun lurking outside of which I wanted to take advantage.

I dried off and walked to the kitchen to fix myself a snack. In my house, I didn’t bother with clothes unless I had to. If I couldn’t be free in my own house, what was the point?

I took my snack out to the patio and lay down in my chaise. The sun kissed and caressed my body as I sucked the juice out of my pineapple pieces. I let the rays of my favorite lover woo me into a blissful state of peace until a sharp noise shattered that peace.

“What the hell was that?” I shouted. I jumped up from my chaise, spilling the fruit all over me. I ran to the location of the noise, fearing he had come back. My heart racing, I peered around the edge of the patio, only to see the neighbor’s dog rifling through my trash.

I nervously laughed and shooed him away, thankful that it was only a dog. With my rest ruined and my snack as well, I cleaned up the mess, and then jumped into the outside shower to wash the juice off.

My heart still raced. I thought I was over the worry about him coming back but I realized that I was just lying to myself. Standing there in the shower, I chastised myself for letting some guy make me question myself. I would not cower. I would not care if he showed up again. If he did, I would take control next time!

With my mind made up, I stomped off to my bedroom to pick out my clothes.

A few hours later, I walked into The Treasure Chest or, as we all jokingly referred to it, Bob’s Boob’s and Beer. His tagline was “The Treasure Chest – where you’re sure to find lots of booty.”

Barbara and Bella were not yet on the stage. Instead, one of the starters was up there trying her best to get the attention of the slowly growing crowd. I felt a little sorry for her. As I walked into the room and found a table up near the stage, I could feel all eyes jerk over to me. It was enough to give a girl goose bumps.

I nodded to the girl on stage as I found my seat. Bob, seeing me enter, walked over.

He leaned over to give me a quick peck on the cheek before lighting into me. “Hey now stranger, just where have you been? I haven’t seen you in here in too long to count. You haven’t fallen out of love with me have you? You know it would break my heart.”

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Another naked man splashed into the pool beside me, snapping me out of my shock. I quickly started to move toward the edge of the pool where others were all climbing out and being herded away. Then I heard a familiar and exasperated “Oh, Fuck me!” My wife surfaced from her plunge into the adjacent pool looking as horrified as all the other women who were struggling to cover their breasts and crotches with their arms and hands. “Henri?!” she called out. Couples were all trying to locate one another amidst the continued onslaught of new naked bodies shooting out of the tubes. I wrapped my arms around my wife, but we were coaxed to move along by some men with what looked like cattle-prongs. A loud speaker squelched over by a large pavilion before a female voice attempted to break the chaos: “Please take a seat in the pavilion and move away from the pools to allow other visitors to arrive safely. We will address all your concerns momentarily. Rest assured that we have taken all measures to meet our obligations to our guests.”

A few men and women protested verbally before being prodded by naked, but very muscular men with black arm bands carrying long sticks with two prongs on the end. Seeing one man drop to his knees when he was hit by an electric shock was enough to convince people to keep their distance from the prods. Slowly people settled into seats and looked to the stage where a middle-aged woman sat in front of a microphone on a raised bar-stool. Like everyone else, she was completely nude with the exception of a plastic band on her right wrist and a small blue band around her right bicep similar to the black bands the muscular men – probably our ‘prison’ guards wore. I saw a variety of other people with blue, red, green, and pink arm bands around the pavilion and pushing trolleys or otherwise working around the resort behind it. None of the guests had an arm band. Clearly the staff had been on the island for some time as anybody whose skin wasn’t naturally dark showed absolutely no sign of tan lines, including around the bands on their arms which must have been a recent addition. Unlike the guests, the workers seemed to be going about a very normal routine in the nude. A small number of the guests had big smiles on their faces, but most were like us – stunned and nervous about what the future would hold for us… and all too sure what the contracts really meant sinking in.

“You have no ri-” One man began to yell out, but the woman stood up and stared him down before raising the microphone to her mouth. “You know what you signed, and the sooner you get on board with the program, the better off you’ll be.” She smiled and looked down at the crowd. Up to this point, the shock of our situation kept my senses a little dulled. “I know you’re all in a bit of shock at the moment, but by the end of two weeks we’re confident you’ll be quite pleased by the prize you won and that you had a tremendous opportunity to be here. How pleased, like with any vacation will depend on you. So, yes… this is an all nude, all adult resort and we expect to film some commercials for our primary clients, but you will be paid exceedigly well for any projects that you sign up for.” She took in a deep breath that seemed to cause an auto-response from many in the audience who unconsciously duplicated the action. The woman was quite tall and her muscles were well toned. When she stood at the front of the stage with her legs a comfortable distance apart for someone wearing a dress, we could clearly see puffy red labia topped off with a small patch of trimmed black hairs. Her stomach showed smooth hints of well-defined abs below her large B or small C sized breasts. Her voice settled to a friendly tone after the deep breath. “All of you won an all expense paid vacation that will indeed be an enjoyable and profitable experience. You won the vacations because you were observed drawing people together and giving a very positive vibe to the resorts you stayed at. The following presentation will give you a quick glimpse of the impact you have had on other people, and why we chose you for our ultimate experience.”

A large screen started coming down from the back of the stage and a projector’s light beamed into focus. Surprisingly, there was enough shade under the roof to clearly see the show which showed images of people at different resorts around the world, every short scene depicted laughter, hugs, dancing, and all around smiles. Near the end of the montage, there were numerous scenes that showed Kimber and I at our vacation last year. They seemed to portray a couple with near-magical qualities of charm, but we knew the reality; everyone at the resort was so relaxed and just got along with all the other vacationers – there wasn’t anything special about the two of us. Nonetheless, the editing seemed to imply that everyone’s happiness really depended on the central couple in each scene. We recognized some of the faces from those who sat near us, as well as that red-headed woman I saw screaming into the pool moments ago. In the few kütahya escort shots of her, she was tanning topless and clearly enjoying the reactions from men who all stopped by to chat with her. The show faded after the lengthy montage showing Kimber and I. The woman came to the edge of the stage, this time with two shiny gold bracelets in her hand. “I’m sure you all read about the extra cash you can get by acting in scenes with our grand prize winners… Could Henri and Kimber please come up.”

“Oh Fuck!” Kimber gasped. We had to stand up and go to the stage, with our shaved crotches. With the thought of all those women looking at me, my penis began to thicken despite the shock of the circumstances we found ourselves in! We sat frozen in our seats, but two young men approached either end of our row of seats and pointed their prods toward us. “You two, come along.” One thing about my pragmatic wife was a quick switch from emotional stress to taking control of the situation and working to make things… work. She stood up and took my hand and started to lead me pass other couples as I tried to cover my penis from view with the other hand. It was made more difficult as we had our bare asses passing in front of other couples as we made our way to the end of the row. We turned toward the stage as the announcer requested everyone give us a hand. “These are our grand prize winners, Henri and Kimber. They will be wearing these golden bracelets and you should seek to be nearby when you get the opportunity because if you are even in the background of a scene they are in, you will earn extra cash. If you have selected a script that either or both of them are involved in, you’ll we be paid at least double your regular amount that equates to the prize level you won.” As she clapped her hands, a few of the people in the audience gave a reluctant but similar response.

When the woman took my right arm to put the bracelet on, my cock betrayed me and hardened quickly. It was the first time another woman has been this close to me when I was naked in decades. I knew Kimber was equally flushed with excitement and not just stressed because of her full body exposure to a crowd of men and women who were not only smiling, but actually beginning to put more effort into applauding… and slowly all the men in the front row started responding in the same fashion as me. To Kimber’s surprise, the young man who had accompanied us from our seats was fully erect and smiling at her.

“This is fucking stupid. I demand my cloth-” a man screamed for a second as he was zapped by one of those prods and he fell unconscious, but was caught by the guard. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Please remain calm. He’ll be fine. We realize you’ll need a little time to adjust to your new reality, and we seriously want you to enjoy your stay. There are guides at each pathway that will scan your bracelets and point you towards your cabins where you will find a copy of your signed agreement, a list of the payment schedules per photos or scenes, and on your television you’ll find the full menu of scenes to sign up for. Lunch will be served in an hour’s time. You will not be charged for any food or drinks during your stay unless you don’t meet the terms and conditions of one scene or photo shoot per day which includes this afternoon and evening. The less, -er intensive choices will go quickly, so it’s best you decide before lunch.” She put down her microphone as the people were directed out of their seats toward one of three paths where their bracelets were scanned and they were pointed down different routes. “Henri, Kimber… your personal assistant will be along shortly. You will come out of this experience quite wealthy if you play your cards right. However, many of the main projects have already been determined for you… oh, here comes Sabrina now.” She pointed toward the pools where a young brunette with a significant grin on her face was jogging toward us. She had quite a hairy crotch, but her pussy lips still managed to be visible as one side hung out about an inch or so beyond her bush.

My penis drooled with pre-cum as Sabrina threw her arms around Kimber. “I can’t believe I finally get to meet you two!” She had a bit of a sing-song accent, perhaps Irish. Suddenly, her hand was on my cock! “We’ll just push this aside for now.” She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. “We knew you guys would be fun, but boldly shaved smooth for the grand entrance!” She winked back at Kimber. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?” She let go of my penis, gently wiping her hand on her hip. “Now, follow me. We have a longer walk than everyone else.” She had to be in her mid-twenties at the most. I couldn’t believe she had grabbed me like that. Her breasts were much smaller than Kimber’s and perky was an understatement. Kimber smiled as we started to follow the young woman. “She is cute,” she whispered, “but, I think we’re in a ton of trouble.” Sabrina stopped and turned, her eyes widening a bit – “Oh, I’m sorry. You weren’t expecting this manisa escort – just like the other guests? I thought they would have given you more info.” She glanced down at our shaved genitals and smirked. “Well, Looks like you came prepared for a good time anyway. I’ll give you the whole scoop at your cabin. You’re lucky to be away from the crowds except when you need to be – those golden bands should keep you both busy though.”

“There’s no way that we’re goin-” Sabrina bit her lip and let go of their hands. “Listen, there’s a broadcast scheduled in a couple of minutes that will explain everything – and um, I’m so sorry. Really. I swear that I’ll do anything at all to help smooth things over, but the contracts you signed have to be met or -” she took our hands and smiled with what may have been compassion or empathy. “Let’s not go there just yet. Let’s watch the broadcast and discuss this more at your cabin.” The rest of the walk was in silence as we moved further away from the main facilities toward a beautiful beach. Next to the beach stood a few thousand square foot structure. We could see a sizeable kitchen and living room through the huge windows nearest to us.

The cabin certainly lacked nothing in the way of luxurious comfort. There was a fully stocked bar, wine fridge, kegs of beer on tap, a pool table, a bedroom with a clear walk out to the beach and Kimber noted that beautiful view offered no curtains to block out voyeurs. “Your copy of the terms and conditions is on the table there.” she pointed at the dining room table before heading towards the bar – “Beer or wine?” she smiled, but didn’t wait to start pouring a tall dark draught… “Henri, I think you’ll love this one.” She glanced at Kimber who was sitting down at the table, “Pinot for us?” Kimber just nodded, then absently picked up the papers and glanced down at them. The stapled copy of the terms and conditions, signed by us was unmistakable. Beside that was another sheet with dollar amounts listed… and her eyes widened: “As the Grand Prize couple, any nude photographs taken of Kimber or Henri that is used in a slideshow or montage for advertising purposes will be paid at a minimum of $1000; $5000 will be awarded for any erotic poses taken. The schedule for -” before she could read further the television beeped and turned itself on.

“We hope you’ve had a quick glance at the payment schedules for your prize levels and are pleased by what we offer. Our benefactors, some of which are actually amongst you spare no expense to entertain themselves and prospective partners in financing future programs that take every day people and put them into a safe adult’s only environment. By safe, we mean that this resort protects you from harm by constantly monitoring behaviours of all guests and staff while encouraging people to break free of any inhibitions and enjoy their time with us. The scripts for all scenes are available from the main menu by clicking your remote on the ‘paper’ icon to the right of the title. Names of guests who have signed up for a script will be displayed by the time-slot and location column here.” An arrow appeared on the screen pointing to an otherwise blank column beside a title that read “Casual walk on the beach, 2 females; 1:35pm, South Beach (see red umbrella); – – ; ‘paper icon’.” “This scene for example requires two females to walk along the beach, filming starts at 1:35pm (be there at least 10 minutes before start).”

The arrow on the screen clicked on the paper icon and a page popped-up that read “Two women, hand in hand are walking along the beach laughing and enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin. The women stop, embrace and kiss deeply for a moment before continuing on.” The pop-up disappears and the woman from earlier appears on the screen. “Scenes like this are quite frequently the first ones to fill up. In this case, only 2 guests can sign up to earn cash for the scene. It is important to remember though that everyone must sign up for at least 1 scene per day to maintain your end of the terms and conditions; failure to participate will result in full reimbursement of your prize which is a minimum of $45K before your travel costs are included. Anyone breaking the contract will be held in a cell until the full costs are recouped.” She smiled before continuing “If you want to have a little revenge on any of the staff at this facility you can request them by the number on their colored arm-bands located here – except for anyone with a red band.”

I glanced at Sabrina when I heard that – she had a red band. “How does someone get a red band?” I asked. Sabrina smirked, but the t.v. provided the answer. “The red bands are worn by staff members whose duties require them to be available for tasks throughout the day – like our photographers, camera crews and some personal assistants. Everyone else, including security guards and myself can be required to participate in a scene you choose to partake in by nominating us… and you can decide which role we play in the scene… mardin escort like this one.” The screen returned to the menu with a title “Tanya’s Redemption.” The screen then just flickered and returned to the main menu screen. Sabrina chimed in “That was Tanya, in case you were wondering. Now, I’m your personal assistant and am required to be available to both of you, but as this” she pointed to her arm band “indicates, I am expected to be kept busy by the crew with arrangements for schedules etc… On your bands, there’s a small button here.” She pushed a little button on Kimber’s band which caused her red band to glow pink and buzz. “That tells me that it’s Kimber who is looking for my assistance. I’ll make every effort to get to your location at any time, but it will depend on my other chores and whether your husband also -” she nodded at me to push the button. Her band buzzed and glowed blue now. “Is there anything else I can help you with before lunch?”

We just looked on in stunned silence until Kimber managed “This is all too much…”, but I could see she was already moving toward managing the situation in her mind. Sabrina put her hand on Kimber’s shoulder, “I’m sorry you weren’t given the heads up as Grand Prize winners, but I’ll do everything I can to make things easier for you – it’s just… I don’t think I can change much. I’d suggest you pick a scene soon before the easier ones are all taken, but unfortunately as the Grand Prize winners you are pre-scheduled for a scene immediately after lunch to get things going. It’s the one called Swim-up bar and – um… I’ll let you read about it. I’ve got to go help the director with the afternoon schedules.”

Kimber glanced down at the paper, “Henri, they expect us to -” she started to cry, but cursed the tears away. “-it’s that we have to do things like masturb-” she started laughing “masturbate in front of people, and fuck while they film us! I’m not a porn star! Look at me. They’ve got rather boring fantasies if they think watching us stroke each other is going to be exciting.”

Sabrina left, and I clicked on the Swim-up bar title… then sat down in shock. My wife gasped seeing 5 Female, 1 Male – and beside the list one of the female names was already filled in with her name in Gold, and the sole male column filled in with mine. Then she broke into outrageous laughter.

Five women are drinking at a swim-up bar and celebrating an engagement. They are on a girls’ vacation as a last hoorah for their friend -F2- who will be getting married soon. -Kimber- orders a round of shots, then raises her glass to the others and toasts a challenge: ” ‘-F2-‘ has to give the next guy who swims up a hand-job.” The girls all laugh while ‘-F2-‘ protests. The others toss back their shots and wait for her to. “You guys are evil. What if-“

“Wait!” ‘-F3-‘ giggles as she sees an older man entering the far end of the pool. -Henri- looks their way before diving underwater. The women watch him swim in the direction of the bar. ‘-F4-‘ comments on his ass, saying that for an old guy, he’s got that much going for him. They break into laughter just as he comes up for air a few feet away from the bar. He greets them with a nod and calls for beer to the bartender. As he was reading that line all the F2’s were replaced with -Kristine-. Kimber actually snorted, her laughter uncontrollable… – “Well, someone just agreed to play with you…”

“Us.” I responded, “There’s a part for you in this too.”

She managed to control her laughter with a deep breath: “Maybe, so far it just looks like you’re supposed to get a hand-job from – Kristine while the rest of the girls just celebrate.” she thought that might be a reasonable step for the first ‘show’ if there was such a thing.

“I’m okay with that.” she decided. “I don’t see how we can get out of this.” I shrugged my shoulders, “I wanted to take you to a nude beach and even imagined having sex out doors with you, but…” my hands indicated the t.v. “Do we even have a choice?” “There’s only another half hour before lunch – and then we’re supposed to just -” sighing in frustration.

Kimber let out a long breath, then calmly took charge of her emotions “We aren’t alone in this. Everybody out there – except for the organizers of all this are as shocked as we are.” She began.

“But -” I cut in, still not capable of reigning in my emotional stress. My wife continued in a calm voice – “Henri… babe. It’s going to be okay. We’ll survive this and never see these people again. We just have to get through it – and that means, playing along if we can.”

“How are you so calm?” my voice relaxed ever so slightly.

“I’m not. I’m just thinking that if all they’re asking of us is to put on a show – even pornographic ones – that we can do it. We can make it through this.”

She then looked back at the t.v. – “Look, who knows anything about this Kristine – but she’s signed up already to give you a hand-job, knowing it was you.” Just then, all the F3’s were replaced with “Janice”. “We don’t know what Janice just signed up for, but you see other people are considering their choices and deciding to participate in some porn-making with the two of us… and they know what they’re signing up for and with -” she waved her hands indicating her naked body – “this and ” she pointed at me.

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Here we stand just inches apart. It has been a long time since our paths had crossed in person and we both feel the sexual tension built over time. We had promised each other that we wouldn’t pursue penetrating sex, but left the door open to our imaginative wanderings.

Out of the silence your voice breaks the quietness with a playful yet seductive tone. You express your long-term love and infatuation and wanted to know if I would consider entertaining a playful exchange. Your eyes and smile suggest something different and to be candid, I’m just a little apprehensive. Reaching out to cup my cheek, you direct me into a long passionate kiss. With my heart racing and with the feelings of arousal, you expand to hint at an opportunity for a really cool, but erotic treat.

Who am I to pass up on something intriguing like this so I consent without knowing what you have in mind. The scenario has been set and your extreme happiness is evident. Your first instruction is for me to grab a couple of blankets and a pillow out of the vehicle and to follow you onto a remote park trail.

After a fair distance with occasional pauses for playful groping and kissing you lead us into a heavy thicket which eventual opens into a small concealed meadow. Indicating that this will do, I layout blankets on the ground in the open sunshine.

We slip off our shoes and embrace kuşadası escort for a highly sensual exchange of petting passion. With our breaths becoming shallow, you signal that it is time to reveal the ask. It goes like this….

I am to follow your instructions without deviation or hesitation no matter what is to be asked. There will be artistic leeway allowed, but only in order to heighten the essence of eroticism. As I agree by nodding, you settle down on the blanket leaning onto the pillow for comfort.

Now the fun starts as you instruct me to slowly and seductively disrobe. Button by button, item by item. As each fall to the ground, I am to turn and seductively real each newly exposed areas. After a bit of time, I’m down to just a pair of 501 jeans. You seem to prefer this type of jean over other options for the ability of easy access. The cool breeze places a chill on my mostly exposed skin as you now give direction that changes up the scenario. While standing facing you, I’m now to caress all of my bare skinned areas with my left hand and rub myself through the 501’s with my right.

While looking into your eyes I proceed to do this with the intent to please. With standing up for anyone walking by to see, my mood slowly gives in to the stimulating feelings of arousal. You encourage me to continue as my body becomes kocaeli escort sensitive to all touch. By directly rubbing myself through a denim clad, I find that I cannot contain the natural desire growing. At this time, there isn’t a means to hide the growth of the darkening stain of precum and the strain of arousal underneath. I also notice that your right hand is buried between your now tightly crossed legs. I can only imagine what feelings are stirring within.

With a slightly wicket smile, you inquire about what I’m feeling and remind me not to change any of my physical actions. I start to describe how my heart is racing and while my skin is chilled by the breeze, it is also hot under the sun. I describe my heighted sensitivity to touch and how my penis is aching under its constraint. I go on to describe that with each rub, I involuntarily shutter and twitch only to release more of my penial lubricant. Most importantly I expand on how my sexual passion is influencing my testicles to tightened while I gaze into your desiring eyes.

This appeared to be enough in that your directions now are to slowly and sexily remove my jeans, then slowly turn around while stroking myself in a methodical motion, but I must not orgasm. As I stand in front of you with my penis in hand, you voice approval and thanks as this has been on your bucket konya escort list for me. After a few minutes, you ask me if I’m ready for the next stage before you reveal my future treat. Glazed over in near over whelming passion I shake my head in the affirmative.

You ask me to lay down next to you and continue to masturbate. You reach into a small hand bag and pullout a small bottle of lubricant then dribbles a quantity onto my erection. You direct me to cover my member fully and describe how it feels now. The slow strokes with the smoothness added coupled with the sounds of wetness has me on the edge of release. You kiss me and firmly tell me not to cum as there is one more item I desire to see. To this I ask what I can do? You ask for my left hand and place a large amount of lube onto the fingers then instruct me to demonstrate how I like to play with my rear while masturbating with her pictures.

I slowly rub my fingers across my rear entry, applying additional pressure during each passing. Eventually, my fingers start to slip in as I start into a circular pattern. My body seizes with a sudden, yet powerful, orgasm with copious amounts of cum splattering on my chest. As this subsides, you lean over to kissing me deeply. You go on to say that you always dreamed of seeing me in the throes of self-passion and highly desired to witness it in nature and in person.

You go on to reveal the treat mentioned as you tell me to load a special app onto my phone then uncrossing your legs, sliding your shorts to the side and showing me that you have been hiding a toy within awaiting me to take control.

But that’s for another time to write about.

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Chapter Seven – Party Prep

I woke up slowly. I turned to look at the clock and it was 5:00 in the afternoon. Fuck! I sat up and realized I had fallen asleep in my clothes on my bed. I swung my legs over and rubbed my head. I felt sore all over. I stood up and then sat right back down. I laid back on my bed. I had to get up, it was Sunday and I sure didn’t want to sleep the entire day. I sat up again and then stood up. I walked slowly out of my room and into the bathroom. I closed the door and looked at myself in the mirror. I had bags under my blue eyes and my long blonde hair was a mess. My dress was all wrinkly.

I decided I needed a warm bath. I turned on the water and got it as hot as I could. I pulled the stopper and turned back to the battered girl in the mirror. I pulled my dress up and over my head and tossed it in the laundry. I unsnapped my bra and my boobs bounced free. I dropped my bra in the hamper and massaged my boobs. They were sore and it felt nice to get them out of that bra. I usually never slept in a bra, I could see the bra marks all over my chest. I sat on the toilet and slid my stockings down my legs. I stood up and pulled my panties down. They stuck to me a little and I knew exactly why that was. I looked at my poor young pussy and it was a little swollen and red. I rubbed it and it felt nice but it was very sensitive. It had taken a lot of abuse yesterday.

I stepped into the warm water and felt the relaxation immediately run up my legs. My pussy almost groaned with pleasure when I sank into the water. I leaned back and took a deep breath. My sore little body started to loosen up. I closed my eyes and the questions started flying across my brain.

What the fuck happened? Did my Mom really eat me out and then get fucked by five guys as I held her head on my chest? Did I really get fucked in the pussy and ass by the biggest black guy I had ever seen? Did I then get fucked twice by Tony and the black guy in the morning and then have Tony take my ass in the shower? Was all of that today? My little ass still felt a little sore and I knew I was not dreaming and this was not one of my fantasies.

What have I become? Was I a whore? Did you technically have to take money to be a whore? If so, were you just a slut if you do it for free?

I felt my eyes start to tear up a little as I sat there in my warm bath and remembered how often my young legs were spread in the last 24 hours.

What was going to happen next? I knew what kind of guy Tony was, he was not going away. Then I remembered that he has been fucking my Mom for the last 20 years. My tears then fell down my cheeks. I remembered that my oldest brother was most likely Tony’s son. It made perfect sense.

Kyle was very different then my other brother and he didn’t look anything like my Dad. Cory did look like Dad so he was probably not Tony’s. What was I? Was I Tony’s daughter?

I started crying a little harder when I realized that I might have been fucked by my own Dad. I tried to calm down and thought a little more about it. No, I was not Tony’s. My eyes were blue, just like my Dad’s and my hair was blonde. I was my father’s daughter, I told myself. I started to feel a little better. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I got a little happier when I remembered my brothers were coming home tomorrow. I thought their flights were in the morning. I got very excited, I missed my brothers.

Kyle was the oldest and was in his second year of graduate school. He had just turned 23. Cory was 21 and a junior in college. I smiled when I thought about them. I couldn’t wait to see them. I popped the stopper and stood up in the tub. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off. I wrapped the towel around me and grabbed another one to dry my hair. I wrapped my hair in a turban of towel. I opened the door and started to walk to my room. I immediately ran into someone and felt my towel loosen. I grabbed it before it fell completely off, holding it to my chest.

“Baby, I am so sorry. Are you ok?” My Dad’s voice.

I stood there in the hallway, my towel held against my chest but just hanging in the front of me, my back completely bare.

“Hi Daddy. I am fine. I am sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” I said.

“No, baby girl. I was hurrying to get something. My bad.” He said and hugged me.

I felt his hands on my bare back but it felt so good to be in my Daddy’s arms I forgot that I was naked. I just laid my head on his shoulder and enjoyed his warmth. He let go of me and looked at me.

“You must have been really tired. Did Tony work you extra hard last night?” My Daddy said innocently, but not so far from the truth.

“Yeah, it took a lot longer to clean up than we thought and he said I should just sleep there but I couldn’t sleep very well on the couch. I was really tired when I got home.” I said, convincing myself of my revisionist history.

“Yeah, that’s what Tony said when he called last night. I was very proud of you for pitching in. Tony said you were great and he might have a place for you during çorum escort the break and over the summer. That would be a nice job for you. Your brothers both did that and made good money.” He said.

I stared at him as I remembered that my brothers did work for Tony for a summer or two. Somehow, I didn’t think Tony had the same things in mind for me. Well, there you go, I graduate from slut to whore then if he starts paying me.

“Maybe, we will see.” I said.

“Ok, you go get dressed. Mom is making a pot roast, it smells great.” He said.

I shuffled back into my room. I slipped on a tshirt and sweatpants and went downstairs. My hair was still wet and was starting to curl up. The pot roast did smell great and I snuggled up on my couch. We ate dinner together and it was about as normal as you could get. I started feeling much better as the previous night started to fade from my memory.

I fell asleep on the couch watching TV and my Dad woke me up around midnight. He walked me up the stairs and into my room. I kissed him goodnight and crawled into my bed.

I woke up around 9:00 when Mom poked her head in. We were leaving in about 30 minutes to get my brothers. I jumped up and slipped on a pair of shorts and a tanktop. I put on some underwear for the first time since last night and it felt weird. My boobs and pussy were not so sore anymore but I could feel the material touching them and it felt different. I brushed my hair and put it in a ponytail. I ran downstairs and soon we were on the way to the airport.

Kyle came in first and he gave me a big hug, swinging me around and my flip flops flying off my feet. It felt so good to be in his strong arms. We all sat on the couches and waited for Cory. I sat on Kyle’s lap as he told us all about graduate school. Cory came in about an hour later and I got the same big hug from him. We got the luggage and I slipped into the backseat in between my brothers for the ride home. We used to easily fit in the backseat but they were a lot bigger now and it was a little tight. They each put a hand on my leg. That was nothing out of the ordinary but for some reason it felt different now. I tried to ignore it and I laughed a lot on the way home.

The next few days were wonderful. It felt like it was back to the way it was before my brothers went off to college. We hung around the pool a lot and cooked out almost every night. Their friends came over and it was nice to see all of them again. I had so many crushes on my brother’s friends when I was little it was kinda embarrassing to be in a bathing suit when they came over. I was not a little girl anymore and they did look at me a little different now. They were just as cute though so my crushes returned quickly.

By Friday I had pretty much forgotten all about Tony and Nate and all the excitement from the previous weekend. We were all cuddled up in the living room watching movies on Friday night. I was lying on the couch with my head resting on Kyle’s lap. He was running his fingers through my long hair. He used to do that all the time when I was little. It still felt nice and it made me smile to remember those days.

“Honey, the boys and I are going out Saturday night, remember?” My Dad said.

Suddenly I remembered what Tony said about Saturday. He said he was sending a car for me around 5:00. How was I going to explain that? I panicked a little when I thought about how I was going to have to think up a lie to tell my family.

“Yes, I remember honey. I will be out anyway. I was invited to Gloria’s house to play cards at 4:00. I probably won’t be back until late. Those games are endless.” My Mom said.

Whew, Mom would be out. That was good.

“That will work out perfectly. We are leaving around 4:30 to meet Tom for dinner. His son is getting married and we are going to have a boy’s night to celebrate.” Daddy said.

My mind tried to comprehend what I was hearing.

“Boy’s night? Wonderful, are you going to one of those places?” Mom said.

“I have no idea what Tom has planned. I hope not, those places creep me out.” Daddy said and Mom laughed.

I realized I was going to be by myself at 4:30 and Tony was picking me up at 5:00. How convenient.

“Oh Cassie. I am sorry honey, you will be all alone. Will you be ok?” Mom said.

“I will be fine Mom. I will probably call Janie and sleep over at her house.” I said.

“Good, I wouldn’t want you all by yourself. That’s no fun.” Mom said.

The conversation switched to something else but I couldn’t stop thinking about how it worked out so perfectly that I would be available for Tony. What was he planning for Saturday? Was Nate going to be back in town? Would his board of directors be there again? My mind spun with what I would have to do. It was strange how he told me I could wear whatever I wanted. Interesting. The rest of the night was quiet and comfortable. I fell asleep on my brother’s lap and he actually carried me to my bed. It reminded me again of when I was little, it was nice. I slept like denizli escort a baby.

Saturday was pretty normal until Mom left at 4:00 and then Dad and my brothers left at 4:30. I sat on the couch by myself thinking about what could be in store for me. I was wearing a big sweatshirt and jeans and I decided that would be fine for Tony. He said I could wear what I wanted. I looked up at the clock.

The doorbell rang at exactly 5:00. I got up slowly to answer it. A big Italian-looking guy was standing there in a nice black suit.

“Miss Cassie, your car is here.” He said.

I looked at him and he smiled. I closed the door behind me and followed him down the driveway. The car was similar to the one that we took to bring Nate to the airport. He opened the door and I stepped in. I sat down and noticed immediately that Tony was sitting across from me. The door closed.

“Hello sweetheart.” Tony said.

“Hi.” I answered.

“How are you?” He said.

“Fine.” I answered.

“Tonight you are going to help me host a party at my house. You will work with Mandy.” He said.

I got excited all of a sudden. Amanda would be there. How bad could it be? This may end up being fun.

“Ok.” I said.

“But first we have to make a stop.” He said and looked out the window.

I didn’t respond, I just looked at him. He was dressed very casually today. He didn’t look like a plumber or a CEO, just a regular guy you would run into at the grocery store. A regular guy with a huge cock that had a strange power over me. The car stopped and the door was opened.

“After you baby girl.” Tony said and held his arm out.

I scrambled out and Tony followed. We were standing in front of a salon. It looked like one of those fancy ones that I could never afford. He walked up to the door and opened it for me. I walked in and it smelled wonderful. A very attractive middle-aged woman approached us and Tony hugged her.

“Is this little Cassie?” The woman said and looked at me.

“Yes, Ariel, this is Cassie. Cassie, this is Ariel, she is a wizard at what she does.” Tony said.

“It is so nice to meet you Cassie. Tony, she is adorable.” Ariel said and took my hand.

Her hand was very soft but strong. She held my hand to her chest as she spoke to Tony. She looked back at me and caressed my cheek.

“Yes, so adorable.” Ariel said and ran her soft fingers across my cheek.

“Well, Ariel, I will leave her in your hands, I will be back in an hour.” Tony said.

“Wonderful, I am sure you will be pleased.” Ariel said.

“I am sure I will.” Tony said and walked out of the door.

Ariel held onto my hand and led me to the back of the store. We went through a curtain and there were numerous chairs and customers in various stages of treatments. She led me through another curtain and into a small room. She sat me on a table and stuck her head out the door.

“Frances, can you come here sweetie?” Ariel spoke to someone outside.

She looked back at me and stood in front of me. She took my hands in hers and smiled.

“Little one, did Tony give you any idea of what was happening?” She said.

I moved my head back and forth. She laughed.

“That man, he is such an idiot. Baby, you are in for a treat. You are getting the works today. Have you ever been to a spa?” She asked.

I moved my head side to side again. She smiled. “Well, then you are in for a real treat.” She said.

Suddenly a guy popped into the room and squealed. He was small and very effeminate. He was holding his hands together over his chest.

“Ariel, you are kidding? This is her?” Frances said.

“Yes, Frances. This is Cassie.” Ariel said and held my hand out to him.

He squealed again and hopped in front of me and took my head in his hands. He had a hand on each cheek and his hands were even softer that Ariel’s.

“This is wonderful, she is perfect, so smooth, so soft, look at these cheekbones and this neck. This will be fun.” He said, running one hand down my neck and back to my cheek.

“Tony wants the transformation service.” Ariel said.

“Really? He wants to change this? This perfection?” Frances said and stepped back a little, still holding my hands.

Ariel laughed.

“Yes, Frances. He wants Rose.” Ariel said.

“Ooh, good choice. She will be a beautiful Rose. Much better than the last one he brought us. She should have been an Elsie.” Frances said and stepped closer to me.

“Frances, be good, you are going to scare her.” Ariel said.

Frances made a huffing sound and grabbed my cheeks.

“Rubbish, baby girl, you are so precious and you have nothing to worry about. You just relax and let Frances take care of you.” He said.

I looked at him like a deer in the headlights. I had no idea what they were talking about. Who was Rose? What was going to happen to me here? I felt like it was going to be a good thing, but I was just very confused.

“Ok, call me if you need me. Tony will be back at 6:00 for her.” Ariel said.

“Oh, düzce escort my goodness, everyone is in such a hurry. Ok, go away, I have work to do.” Frances said and waved her away.

Ariel chuckled and left, closing the door behind her. Frances lifted me off the table and I stood on the floor. We were actually about the same height, maybe he was a tad taller. I was taken by surprise as he pulled my sweatshirt up and off before I realized. I crossed my hands across my chest, my pink bra now on display.

“Sweet pea, you can relax. Think of me as a girlfriend. You are safe.” He said and pulled my hands off my chest.

I let him pull my hands away and I did start to relax. He was so gentle and he did seem safe. He unclasped my bra and pulled it off. He let out another squeal.

“My God, you are so incredibly cute and precious. Look at these perfect little breasts.” He said and put his hands over my breasts.

He squeezed them softly and ran his fingers over my nipples. I took a deep breath and then I felt his hands on my jeans. They became loose and were soon sliding down my legs. He pulled off my sandals and then I stepped out of my jeans. My panties then moved down my legs. My clothes were now in a pile on the table and I was naked in front of this guy. He held my hand and stepped back. He shook his head slowly.

“Baby, I am not sure I have ever seen anything so beautiful. You are just about perfect. So small and delicate but so curvy in all the right places.” He said and knelt down in front of me.

He ran his hands up my legs and then over my pussy. I gasped.

“Oh, sorry baby. You have a little stubble. We will have to fix that. Tony does like his girls smooth. Not enough to wax though, we will just give you a nice shave.” He said.

He stood up and turned around to a cabinet. He opened it and pulled out a robe. It was white and silky. He slipped it on me and then wrapped it around me and tied it. He took my hand.

“Now follow me to heaven baby girl.” He said and walked out the door.

I followed him across the shop. He was walking fast so I had to almost jog to keep up. He sat me in a chair and tilted it back. I was looking at the ceiling.

“Ok, girls, here is what we have to do and we have to be quick. Josie, I need everything below her neck as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Patty, make her fingers beautiful. You have 15 minutes. Chop, chop.” He said.

I felt someone grab my right leg and prop it up. Someone took my right and left hands. I closed my eyes. For the next 15 minutes numerous hands ran over my small body. My legs were shaved and it felt wonderful. My hands and fingers were massaged and then soaked in something. I felt my nails being painted. My pussy was shaved also and I was so relaxed I never even thought about the fact that I must have been spread wide open in the middle of this shop for that to happen. My dream was broken by Frances’ voice.

“Beautiful, beautiful, masterful again girls, you make me so proud to watch you. Lovely, lovely.” He said.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

“Did that feel nice, little one?” He said softly. I nodded.

“You hang on baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He said and lifted the chair.

I stepped out of the chair and he led me to another chair. I sat down and he tilted it once again.

“Ok, ladies. I need her feet to be the prettiest on the planet and Kasey, we need Rose.” He said.

I closed my eyes and heard him walk away. My feet were massaged and then soaked. That alone would have been enough to put me over the edge but my face was rubbed and some wonderful lotion was spread all over it. I had never felt so pampered and taken care of. The face massage was incredible and my feet felt so good. I felt my toes being painted and then my face dried off and makeup being applied.

“Wonderful, wonderful. I love it. I knew she would be precious. You girls have outdone yourself today.” Frances’ voice again and I opened my eyes.

“Hello sweetie. You having a good time?” He said.

I nodded very enthusiastically. He chuckled.

“Ok, sweetheart. Have you ever worn contact lenses before?” He said.

I looked at him strange. I nodded my head no.

“Ok, no worries. This will be fine. I am going to put some on your eyes. Just relax and blink a lot at first. I promise they will be fine once you get used to them. Are you ok?” He said and looked at me with a worried look.

I seemed to trust this guy. He had that kind of presence where I wanted to just put myself in his hands. I nodded yes.

“Ok, now you relax.” He said and sat down next to me.

He put a hand on my cheek and then held open my right eye. He put a drop in it and I blinked. He put a drop in my left eye.

“Ok, sweetheart, just blink a little. Those drops should make it a little easier to adjust.” He said and I looked back at him.

I felt like I was crying as the drops ran down my cheeks. He wiped them with a Kleenex. I felt his hand on my cheek again and then my right eye held open. I saw something come down to my eye and then something directly on my eye. I blinked furiously and my eye teared up some more. It didn’t hurt. It just felt strange to have something directly on my eyeball. I stopped blinking and kept my eye open. My vision was normal and it was starting to feel ok.

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As I said in my last post, Sue and I both had birthdays coming up over the Fourth of July weekend. We girls decided to enjoy a birthday weekend in our birthday suits. Sue sketched out an idea and I loved it!

Sue and Paul own a lake side cabin about 3 hours out of town. Sue and I took Friday off to pick up supplies, food, drink, etc. At the last stop Sue picked up a full sized rental van, the kind with captains chairs, a fold out bed, and curtains. I parked on the street and Sue pulled the van into their attached garage. I grabbed my luggage, a little makeup bag and a toothbrush, and ducked into the garage as Sue closed the door.

When the door closed Sue and I stripped and stuck our clothes and shoes in a cabinet in the garage. From that point through the rest of the weekend it was “TOTAL NUDITY” for us. While we waited for Bill and Paul, we filled the cooler and packed the van.

The guys pulled in about an hour later and Bill asked what was going on with “all the naked girls”. Sue and I hadn’t explained quite everything we had planned so Bill was rather surprised, but I think Paul had a pretty good idea of what to expect. The guys changed into casual clothes, threw their suitcases and golf clubs (?) in the back and we were off.

The drive was fairly uneventful. Paul drove with Bill in the front passenger seat while Sue and I stayed in the back drinking wine and diddling ourselves. The wine and diddling soon had us needing to pee. I wasn’t ready to walk into a rest area or gas station bare assed, so Paul turned off onto a back road and found an isolated area.

As soon as the van stopped we jumped out. I squatted right next to the van and Sue ran up a little hill to a nearby tree to pee. “Come over here.” Sue yelled when she finished. I took a quick look around and did a funny little squatting run, I guess trying to hide my nudity, all the way to the tree. From the other side of the hill I saw a crew building a house about 50 yards away. I squealed when Sue gave me a shove down the hill toward the workers. She yelled and waived until they saw us.

The crew stopped work and started looking our way. Sue turned and ran back toward the van with me right behind her. We got back to the van, jumped in, and told Paul to get moving. Sue was laughing so hard I couldn’t be mad at being displayed that way. In fact I was more than a little turned on. Nothing else happened on the rest of the drive to the cabin, until we got there about 5 o’clock.

As we unloaded the van, Sue said something about “a mile”. She suggested that Paul and I put the food away and asked Bill to drive her. “Drive you where? What are you talking about?” I asked. Sue explained that the mile she was talking about was a NAKED mile. Bill would drop her off a mile from the cabin and she had to walk back naked, in broad daylight. We were pretty far from any other houses but there was a chance of getting caught.

That sounded like fun so I asked Sue if two could do that. She said that part of the fun of the naked mile was being all alone and naked, but two naked girls could be twice the fun. As Paul lugged in the last of the supplies he threw Bill the keys and told us to have a ball. We piled into the van with Bill driving, Sue in the front passenger seat, and me on the floor between them. Sue told Bill to check the odometer as we turned onto the road and we were off to our next adventure.

It was a just a little two lane dirt road winding through the woods around the lake. In a few minutes we stopped and Bill said that we had driven a mile. Sue opened her door and jumped out. She asked me if I was ready for this. I looked in the back and found a wine bottle with a little left. With that for courage, I got out and closed the door. Sue told Bill to drive back to the cabin and give three long honks when he got there. Bill gave a wave and started back. We were all alone, totally naked.

As Bill pulled out of sight and it got very quiet. I asked Sue if there were any rules to this game. “Not really” she said. “I usually masturbate a little until I hear the horn. Then start walking. I have been known to stop along the way for an orgasm or two.”

Screwing my courage up I asked if I could help her out, gave her a hug, and kissed her. Sue kissed back and we both started groping each other. In a few seconds we were rolling around in the grass locked in a sixty-nine. Suddenly Sue said stop. We heard the three distant honks meaning Bill was back at the cabin. We were all alone and HOT!

I had never been so scared or turned on. “No!” I said. “Don’t stop!” and I plunged my tongue into Sue’s pussy. Sue shoved two fingers into me as I kept chewing on her. It was like a contest of who could make the other cum first. I won; Sue stiffened and screamed. When she regained her composure, Sue climbed off and sat me on a tree stump. She stood there pounding my cunt with one hand and pawing my tits with the other until I came with a low moan. Sue licked my juice bursa escort off her fingers and smiled. As soon as I could stand up Sue said it was time to get going. “Listen for any cars coming.” she said as she started walking.

About half way back we did hear something coming up the road, something big. We ducked behind a tree and waited while the engine noise got louder and closer. It was a school bus, but it was way too late in the day for school and the middle of summer. As the bus passed the tree we looked and saw that the passengers were all college age boys wearing baseball uniforms. “Fair game!” Sue said as the bus passed. She grabbed my arm and drug me out to the middle of the road. Just like at the construction site earlier, Sue yelled and waved until the boys in the back of the bus saw us. I stood there dumbfounded while Sue shook her tits as the bus pulled away. She had just turned around and spread her ass when the bus brake lights flashed on.

I pulled her back into the woods as the bus came to a full stop. We hid behind another tree laughing as we imagined the conversation with the bus driver. “You saw what? Two naked women? You’re fucking crazy!” After what seemed like forever, really only a minute or two, we saw the bus start to pull away. Just before it went around a curve and out of sight, I stepped out into the road and started masturbating. I came in less than thirty seconds while the sound of the bus faded away.

We got back to the cabin without seeing anybody else, or being seen. Sue and I were both hot and dirty (no, not that kind of hot and dirty) so Sue suggested a shower. That was an outdoor platform on the patio with a showerhead and no curtain. She grabbed some soap and shampoo and we put on a show for the guys getting dirty and clean at the same time.

I asked about plans for dinner making Sue and Paul smile and making Bill look a little worried. Paul spoke up first. “I don’t think it would be a good idea to go into town for dinner. But I’ve arranged to have a restaurant come here.” Two friends of theirs, Charlie and Judy, owned a nice restaurant nearby. “I called while you girls were walking back and Charlie is delivering a meal for the four of us. He’s seen Sue naked before, many times! If you want to be modest, Yvonne, Charlie will just drop off the food and leave. Or he’ll stay and be our waiter. It’s up to you.”

I’d already been seen naked, from a distance, by a construction crew and a bus full of baseball players so what the fuck. Bring on the waiter! Since we weren’t going to get dressed up, or even dressed, for dinner Sue and I quickly dried our hair and did a little makeup. We heard a car pull in and the front door open just as we finished. Sue looked at me and asked if I was ready. “Sure!” I said although sure was the last thing I was. Sue opened the door and walked out with me a half step behind her.

Charlie had his back to us and was just opening the food containers. Sue gave her little cough making him turn around and see us. Charlie ran over to Sue hoisting her off the floor with a giant hug. And I do mean giant; Charlie was over six and a half feet tall, about 35 years old, with curly red hair, and a bushy mustache. He gave Sue a big kiss as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. I could just barely see that his hands were all over Sue’s ass and he may have stuck a finger in her twat.

After he put Sue down, Charlie looked me over completely and asked Sue who her new partner in crime was. I introduced myself and Charlie kissed my hand, held on to it, and spun me around for a really good look. “Is Sue corrupting you with her wicked ways?” he asked. We girls just looked at each other and started to giggle.

Sue pulled two stools (not a very modest seat even when you’re dressed) near the dining room table, directed me to one, and sat on the other as Charlie set the table. Sue told Charlie about the construction crew and the bus full of baseball players. I blushed head to toe when she told him about me masturbating as the bus drove away. “That sounds like one of Judy’s tricks.” he said. “She loves to surprise people naked! You should meet her, Yvonne. You’ll see what Sue’s influence can turn you in to.” Sue laughed as she slid off her stool and moved behind me. She pulled my legs apart and spread my pussy lips for Charlie to see. “Would you like some of this for your tip tonight?” she asked.

“I’d love that! And some of yours too, you little slut” Charlie answered. “But Judy would take a swing at me if I got that kind of tip without her here. And you know when Judy starts swinging, I can’t jump that high or duck that low.” Sue and Paul laughed so I assumed that was some kind of private joke.

Charlie announced that dinner was ready and the four of us took our seats. Charlie described each course as he served the meal. He was a perfect waiter and a perfect gentleman, at least to me. Throughout the meal he made a point of touching çanakkale escort Sue as he served; just a light touch on the shoulder or barely brushing one of her boobs as he put a dish down. When he served dessert, a chocolate mousse, he managed to drag Sue’s right nipple through it. “Oh, pardon me! Let me clean that off for you.” He leaned over and licked the mousse off of Sue’s tit and didn’t stop until she was moaning and glassy eyed.

Sue reached back to grab his cock through his pants but Charlie backed away. “Not without Judy here.” he said. “We have a new manager at the restaurant and a great staff. How about if Judy and I call in sick tomorrow and we both come out for a visit?” Paul asked Bill and me if that would be alright. This time Bill answered, “Why the hell not!”

The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful. Paul suggested that Bill and I take a walk down to the lake. I agreed but told Bill that I was tired of looking at his clothes. Taking the cue, Bill stripped down to nothing and we headed to the lake for a slow fuck on the moonlit beach. When we got back most of the lights were out and Paul and Sue’s door was shut, so we headed to bed, to sleep this time.

The next morning I slept late and didn’t get up until Sue climbed in bed with me for a little girl love. By the time we rolled out of bed it was almost 11:00 and there was no sign of the guys or the van. “They went golfing.” Sue told me. “They met up with Charlie for a 10:00 tee-time.”

“They went golfing? Are they fucking nuts? What the hell are we supposed to do here with no clothes and no wheels?” I asked. Sue just gave a smile and headed for the phone.

I couldn’t hear most of what she was saying but there was plenty of laughing, Sue saying “Of course! How else!”, and what sounded like a conversation with an old friend. “OK, bye, we’ll be there in about a half hour.”

Sue told me that we’d been invited for a visit with some friends across the lake for breakfast. “Dressed like this?” I asked. “Yes.” she said. “You’ll understand when we get there. And you’ll learn how Paul and I got to be the way we are. Can you swim?” I nodded and she took my hand and led me out the back door toward the lake.

At the edge of the lake I finally asked how we were going to get to this old friend’s house. “We’ll swim there. It’s only about a quarter mile this way. If you’d rather we can walk around the lake, but that way it’s about five miles and we’ll have to go through town. So it’s your choice.” With a big sigh, I waded out into the water with Sue behind me.

I’d never been skinny dipping before and the flow of the water over my bare skin felt great. We saw a couple of boats and water skiers on the way. There was no way they could tell we were naked in the water but it still turned me on. After about 15 minutes we rounded a bend and approached a beautiful house, with a dock, right on the lake. As we swam up to the dock a woman walked out on the deck and started waiving at us.

“That’s Nancy, Charlie’s sister.” Sue told me. I could see the family resemblance even from the water. Nancy looked about forty, not as tall as Charlie but over six feet. She was beautiful and had the same red hair as Charlie. Nancy ran down to the dock and helped us up the ladder. She gave Sue a big hug, almost as friendly as Charlie’s, getting Nancy’s dress soaking wet.

They both laughed at Nancy’s predicament as Sue introduced me. “Oh shit!” Nancy said. “I didn’t bring any towels for you two. Here, use this.” She pulled her dress off over her head and started drying us off. Without the sundress, Nancy was as naked as we were. When we were dry, Nancy tossed her wet dress into the boat tied to the dock. “Breakfast should be ready.” she said and led us up to the deck.

I won’t go into everything we talked about over breakfast. I’ll just say that I learned a LOT about Sue and Paul’s history. Nancy told me that the first time she met her, Sue was tied to a chair, naked with a vibrator in her snatch. The first time Sue met Charlie, she was naked again. They are some great sexy stories that I’ll have to get Sue to write up soon. You’ll really want to read them!

We had a great breakfast, more of a champagne brunch really, served by Nancy’s husband Don. Sue said we were should get swimming back. “Nonsense.” Don said “I’ll take you back in the boat. The four of us, Don and three naked women, climbed into the boat with another bottle of champagne and headed back across the lake.

When I sat down I saw water-skiing equipment. “Oh, I grew up water skiing.” I said. “I’d love to try it now. Would that be too risky?” Don stopped the boat and looked at me, and the now empty champagne glass in my hand.

“I don’t think it would be wise to ski naked through the middle of a bunch of families and fishermen, but I do have an idea.” Don turned the boat around and headed back toward their house. Just before we got to their dock, he pulled çankırı escort the boat into a little channel.

We were on another arm of the lake, with a couple of islands, away from all the other lake houses. It was the perfect place to water ski naked. Don dug the skis out, dropped them in the water, and started hooking up the tow rope. I guess I made a funny face when he got out the life vest. “You really should wear this to water ski.” he said. “But, I can tell from that look, Yvonne that you want to ski naked, right?”

“Yes!” I said. “But I really am a good skier and I won’t try anything fancy. You’re right, Don. I want to ski NAKED!” Don gave a little shrug and a nod so I gave Nancy the champagne glass, jumped in the water, and swam to the skis. I got the skis on and Don brought the boat around so I could reach the rope. Then we were off.

I quickly got up out of the water and shook my hair back. I’d forgotten how cold it can be, flying across the water when you’re all wet. Add to that, that I had nothing at all to block the breeze, I got chilly! When I get chilly, my nipples get hard and they did. I took one hand off the rope handle and brushed my nipples gently. That made them even harder and my twat started getting warmer. I did a little squat and the spray hit my outer lips, hotter yet.

I signaled Don to slow the boat a little and spread my skis as far apart as I could. One hand held the tow rope handle while the other plunged into my pussy. I barely managed to keep my eyes open as I masturbated my way along the shore. We only saw one other boat during the fifteen minutes I was skiing. Two fishermen were casting toward the shore. They looked up and waved as Don drove the boat passed them. I’m not sure if they noticed Sue and Nancy naked in the boat, but they sure noticed me as I came zipping along naked. I managed to cum right after that. I signaled and dropped the rope as soon as the fishermen were out of sight.

By the time I got back to the boat, we were almost back to the cabin. “Let’s return the way we left.” Sue said, jumping into the water. Sue yelled, “Race ya’. Loser eats the winner.” as she pushed off the boat. Sue knew I could swim but she didn’t know I’d been on the swim team in high school. I covered the two hundred yards, beating her by almost a minute. I saw a tree stump just above the waterline surrounded by mud. I sat down to wait with an evil idea in mind.

When Sue staggered out of the water she collapsed on the grass. “Crawl over her and lick my pussy.” I ordered. Sue cracked a wicked smile and started crawling through the mud to my perch. By the time she got to me her hands and feet were covered with mud up to the elbows and knees. “You’re filthy!” I told her. “Don’t touch me with those muddy hands. I just wish I had something to tie those hands behind you.” I said in my best evil voice.

Sue looked up with a big smile. “Please wait here a moment, Mistress.” she said and ran off into the trees. She returned in less than a minute with a six foot long piece of vine. “Will this do, Mistress? I had to chew it off with my teeth.” I could see little pieces of bark and leaves at the corners of her mouth. Since she was playing along with this game I resumed the lead.

“Turn around! On your knees, slut. Put your hands behind you!” I commanded. Sue quickly responded and I tied her hands tightly and took one turn around her waist. I tied the end of the vine around her wrists and grabbed her hair. “Now get back over here and eat me until I scream.” Sue scooted through the mud back to my seat and set to work. Using her whole face she rubbed every part of my sex. “That’s a good little slut. Am I nice and wet? Lick everything up, slut.” I held Sue’s head steady while I humped her face until I did scream.

When I heard cheers I noticed that Don and Nancy were watching us from the boat. I waived and pushed Sue away so she landed on her side in the mud. “Do you think she deserves a reward?” I shouted to my audience. Both gave a thumbs-up sign so I lifted Sue by the vine around her waist until she was on her knees with her ass toward the water and her chest and face in the mud. I forced her knees apart until she was fully spread. After a sharp slap on the ass I started to play with her exposed cunt. I worked three fingers into her hole and used my thumb to tease her ass. With the other hand I rubbed her clit until she started to squirm, another sharp slap. “Hold still, slut!” I commanded as I rubbed faster.

I looked out at my audience but all I could see of Nancy was the top of her head moving back and forth over the edge of the boat. Don was enjoying the show a lot. I pulled a finger out of Sue’s cunt and used it to circle her asshole. She gasped then relaxed a little and I plunged the finger deep in her ass. She moaned as I worked faster and faster on her clit. Her whole body began to quake and she collapsed face down into the mud. I rolled her over with my foot so she was lying on her back. Almost no skin showed through all the mud but she sure looked happy.

I waived at Don and Nancy (now visible but with cum on her chin) as I rinsed my feet and hands off in the lake. Don started the boat and they left as I turned to Sue. “Get up, slut. You’re filthy. Follow me.”

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As I step on the plane I remember how this trip started about a hundred years ago. Ok, maybe that is a slight exaggeration, but it was years ago now. We were both quite unassailably attached back then. But time has a way of taking circumstances beyond our control and now we’re both, well, we’re not. Attached, that is.

So I get on the plane, a nervous wreck as I ponder my destination. Not that I haven’t pondered it about a million times already. I know where I’m going and why. I’m going to see an old friend whom I’ve never met. To finally see the face that I love. And before the night is done, I will fuck him till he comes twenty times. And on our first date, too. Christ, don’t tell my mother.

Ok, technically in this computer age, you can’t consider this our first date. We’ve had hundreds, maybe thousands of dates, then. He knows me better than my closest friends do. We’ve discussed everything from kids and lovers to illnesses and addictions. Verbally he’s brought me off more than any lover I ever had. He knows the way a woman likes her pussy licked. I know him well enough to know he would never dream of coming first. He’s a generous lover, a brilliant man, a poet. It feels as if I’ve known him all my life. So why this case of the jitters?

I have all his words with me, the poems and stories he’s written for me and for others. A fresh flush warms my body as I read Passion Song for the four thousandth time. He wrote it for me over a decade ago and it still makes me hot. My nervousness ebbs and I close my eyes, try to picture a face I’ve never seen.

My sister asked, “What if he’s ugly? What if he doesn’t turn you on?”

I smiled and answered, “He’s not and he does. I’ve seen his soul and it’s beautiful. No one has ever turned me on as much as this man.” She doesn’t get it, threatened to tell Mom. I told her to go ahead if she wanted to live with the guilt of a heart attack.

The plane lands and my heart takes off like a triple crown race horse. I sit, as others disembark, trying to breathe normally. Up the ramp and into the terminal on shaking legs, I stop in the ladies room to freshen my face. I brush my long blonde hair, put on some lip gloss and restack my melons on their silver platter. Ok, technically it’s a black lace Wonder-bra, but it serves the same purpose. I’m just showing off what’s on the menu.

I’m an exhibitionist. He’s a voyeur. That’s how we met, on this great little web site for writers. I was looking for an editor for the erotic stories I write, and I stumbled into smut-writer’s heaven. Funny thing was, it turned out to be so much more than a porn site, with a close knit community of poets and friendly folks reading and giving feedback for other writers. It was amazing. We saw each other’s work and just clicked, then found out we had so much more in common than writing, even similar spiritual interests.

I’m staring at my cleavage in the mirror, frozen. Why so nervous? I know this man. I love him! Why do I feel like a teen on my first date? Because I haven’t been on a date in the last 30 years. Because making love to this man tonight will be the culmination of exquisite foreplay that has lasted almost 13 years. He’s made me come a million times and he’s never even seen me. What if I don’t turn him on?

I shake my head and look in the mirror again. He’s gonna love the lace bra peeping over my blouse. I am an exhibitionist, and it’s show time. I smile at myself, then turn and walk with slightly feigned confidence. Somewhere in the back of my mind, Ted Nugent suddenly breaks into a sizzling rendition of Stranglehold. I take my time, letting the seduction come over me. The painted on leather skirt and “fuck me” pumps get the reaction I want. One hip at a time, I conquer the corridor. I feel the eyes, see heads turn. I meet the gaze of a man sitting at the bar. He smiles hopefully. I flip my hair over my shoulder as if to say, “You wish.” This is my game and I’m ready to play.

I descend the stairs and head toward the luggage carousel that’s flashing my flight number. I casually stroll up to the belt and watch the bags go round. No need to look for him, he’ll find me. He’s seen plenty of pictures of me. I couldn’t pick him out of a line up. Well, maybe I could, I have seen his eyes. He sent me a picture once peering over a cup of coffee and told me that’s what he’d look like staring up from my muff. I had to smile. He has great eyes.

I lean forward, knowing how my skirt will ride up in back, and grab my suitcase, just a small one, then look around. Although there’s no sign of him, I can feel him here, watching me. He loves to watch, not just me, though I’m sure to be his primary target at the moment. He watches everything. I scan the room and know he sees the crowd thinning out, the woman with a baby meeting her mom, the grandmother cooing over the infant, he sees it all.

A suit puts a handle bayburt escort on his suitcase and wheels it from the terminal. He hasn’t been laid in a long time and it shows. A young couple kisses like he’s returning from war. Thank God that’s a thing of the past. Jeff’s got his eyes on the way the man’s hands are squeezing her ass, I’m sure of it. Then I see a man leaning against a pillar looking at me. I meet his gaze, size him up; tall and thin with gray hair, self assured look. That’s not Jeff. No way that’s him. As I scan the room again, Mr. Self-assured heads my direction, now looking more cocky than confident.

He extends his hand. “Hi Syndra, I’m Jeff.”

I stare into his eyes, but don’t reach for his hand. “No you’re not.” He looks confused, but I ignore him, turn away and look at the decreasing population in the terminal. Baggage claim clerk helps tired mother with 2 little kids, as a sexy young man lifts a guitar case from the still revolving carousel. Gray hair above newspaper, eyes watching me. That’s Jeff. The eyes smile as I walk toward him. Oh yes, those are Jeff’s eyes. He continues to peer over his paper. I lean in, resting a hand on my knee, pulling the paper down so the sway of my breasts is directly in his line of sight. He’s grinning. “Hi Jeff.”

“Hi, Syn.” He rises and pulls me to him in a long hug.

All my qualms evaporate with his breath on my neck. I could stay here forever, where I’ve wanted to be for so long. Jeff is holding me in his arms! Oh, it’s almost too good to be true. Finally and reluctantly we release the embrace and he kisses me. His lips press tenderly to mine and I melt. My panties grow damp and all the foreplay from all the years creeps into my consciousness. More than anything I want to drop to my knees and release his desire, but I just kiss him again, and look into his wonderful eyes. “Nice to see you.”

He smiles. God he’s got a great smile! He’s just as I had him pictured. Slightly over 6 feet, gray hair and beard, with this open face. I don’t know what I mean by open. Honest, friendly maybe? Or maybe I just know him so well he’s like an open book to me. He’s well built with biceps rock hard beneath his black shirt. And those eyes! He has gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Nice to see you, too Syn. You look beautiful.” He drops his gaze to my bosom then plants a big kiss and a lick on the swell above the lace. I gasp and my cunt begins to pulse with pent up desire. He watches my face flush with need. “Absolutely gorgeous. And you smell of lilacs. Shall we go?”

I’m speechless, and slightly breathless, as he lifts my bag and hands it to his impersonator. “Syn, this is Mike, our chauffeur.”

“Hi Mike.”

“Ma’am. Nice to meet you.” He takes my bag and leads us out of the terminal. A black stretch limo sits by the curb. Mike opens the door and bows slightly.

I raise one eyebrow at Jeff. He just smiles and waves me in first. I slide onto the leather seat as he climbs in after. “Nice ride. Why the impostor?”

“You know why.”

“You wanted to watch me, I know. But I would have danced naked, had you asked. Why the impostor? Were you going to run away if you didn’t like what you saw?” For just an instant, a pinch of my earlier nervousness returns.

He slides closer and pulls me into a kiss. “Not a chance, Syn. I just wanted to watch you without you reacting to me, just being you.”

Mike gets in front. “To the restaurant, Sir?”

“The reservations are at nine. Just drive until then. Show Syndra the town.”

“Yes Sir.” The partition creeps up between the front seat and us.

I straddle his lap, press my crotch to his, and feel him rise to meet me. I kiss him long and sweet, loving, exploring. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning when all her dreams come true. And I still have a package to unwrap.

He reaches into my blouse, under the lace and lifts one breast into view. “Jesus, Syn, you weren’t kidding.”

I smile. “Meaning?”

“You have perfect nipples.” He’s right. I do. I’m not bragging, it’s simply true. I have vanilla breasts with caramel nips that gather with the slightest breeze. Of course I already told him this because, well, that’s just how I am. He suckles like a newborn and I swoon into him. Dizzy now, I just ride along in this plush automobile across his lap while he sucks my tit and I rub my clit against his jeans. I am in heaven.

His tongue slides up my neck and his lips find mine again. He palms my panties. “You’re hot.”

“Why thank you, love. You’re pretty hot yourself.” I slide onto the floor before his finger can sneak under the damp nylon. He reaches, but I slip between his knees, release his belt and pull his fly open. One last sizzling glance at his eyes, then I dip in to find my prize. “Oh, God, Jeff! It’s everything I hoped for.” He smiles and watches me cradle it in my hand like a precious artifact and lick it like the delectable treat it is.

I’ve waited so long for bilecik escort this moment. I wonder if I ever told him how much I love to give head? He’s about to find out as I lick and kiss and swirl. Swirl again and swallow hard. I love the way it feels against my lips, my tongue. They should make lipstick in the shape of a cock. Not thin like lipstick, cock sized. I love the way the rubbery tip feels soft against my lips and all over my tongue, eyelids, cheeks. Ok, the lipstick idea might get messy. I swallow again, taking his length in my mouth.

“Jesus, Syn!”

I dive again and suck slowly back to the tip and swirl my tongue. Men have told me they don’t need the swirl, it’s just for show in porno movies. But I need it. I love it! I like to lick it and play with it and gobble and suckle it. So I swirl because it feels good. Damn it feels good. My pussy starts to throb, my nipples press hard against the rough lace of my bra.

I bathe the entire surface with my tongue. Such a lovely prick, my God! Nice, slow strokes with my hand, while I attend to his balls. I palm one and take the other into my mouth very gently, licking and sucking. I squeeze and lick and revel in the scent of him. Musky man scent, warm and close. Finally so close. A small moan escapes his lips. As I shift my weight and lick my way back up the shaft, I glance at his face. I have to smile. At this point in a blow job, most men are lolled back, eyes shut and nearly drooling. Not Jeff. My voyeur is watching every move. Now I’m really turned on.

The only thing I love more than sucking cock is being watched while I suck cock. I swallow him deep, but he’s reached his full length. I love a challenge. I smile and pull back slowly, sucking till I reach the head, lick the tip and dive on him again. He moans and puts his hand in my hair, not forcing me, just petting, appreciating. I let the slickness at the back of my throat slide around his cock, then pull back slow, sucking hard. He quivers slightly. I lift my eyes to see him watching, hold his gaze a minute, smiling as I flick my tongue against his glans. I wrap my lips around his shaft and swallow deep. When he reaches the back of my throat, I take a deep breath, open my throat and take it all.

He quivers. “Oh, God, Syn!”

I swallow him like a python takes her supper, sucking and squeezing him with my throat. I’m a good swimmer, so I can hold my breath quite a while. I keep him buried deep, swallowing repeatedly so the muscles in my throat constrict around his flesh. I hear a slight whimper. My hand moves to gently squeeze his balls while I feast on his flesh. It’s heaven having him in my mouth, down my throat, fucking my face. I pull back a bit, breathe, and dive on him again, opening my throat and swallowing him whole. The sound of his ragged breath drives me to peak performance. I lose track as I gobble and breathe, lick and swallow, take it deep and then retreat to tickle with my tongue. I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun. Soaked with desire, I lose myself in the feel of him, the scent of him, the taste of him. I want this to last forever, but it doesn’t take long.

“I’m gonna come, Syn.” Requisite warning offers to let me back off if I don’t want to swallow.

My efforts redouble. I’ve waited a long time and I am dying to taste this man. My panties are drenched and my nipples press hard against his thighs, reaching for him. His legs tremble, go taut, as I greedily suck him, softening the grip of my lips but maintaining the depth of my stroke. My head bobs in his lap, taking it all, savoring the creamy texture on my tongue, the salty sweet flavor I have only dreamed for so long. My stroke slows as I softly gulp his cream and moan with ecstasy. I milk the last drops into my mouth. Softly I kiss and lick his rubbery flesh, memorizing the feel of it against my lips. He pulls me up into his arms and kisses me with his tongue.

We melt together, kissing softly, then just breathing as I nuzzle his neck, smelling the wonderful scent of him. Once he catches his breath, he smiles at me. “You’re good, Syn.”

“You inspire me, Jeff.”

He reaches between my thighs and slips a finger under my panties. “God, you’re wet!”

I am. I can feel my desire flowing in the rivers of my veins and converging to pool in my warm delta. “Fuck me with your fingers,” I whisper in his ear.

He needs no encouragement to slip inside me two fingers, then three, as I gasp, and grasp at his touch. He rolls me onto my back and takes a nipple to his lips, making me moan. His thumb finds my clit and my breath comes fast. His other hand slips inside my bra to tweak my other nipple.

“Oh, yes, Jeff.”

His mouth on my breast and his attention to my clit bring my heart rate up fast. His fingers deep in me are delicious, twisting and reaching for my center. I hum along with the rhythm to which my hips are rocking.

He knows I’m close and coaxes me. “Come, bingöl escort Syndra, come. I want to see.”

And I do. I scream as it hits, and lift my hips. After thirteen years of foreplay, that’s all it takes. I have never been more ready in my life. He brought me to the brink a thousand times on words alone, then pushed me over time and again. He did this to me, inspired this heat, this desire, this wanton, willing passion. And now he takes me in the flesh and I am so ready to let go, to come in his arms. I have dreamed it so long and, now I do not need much coaxing to come here.

He licks his fingers clean and smiles at me. “You taste good.” He kisses me deeply and my mouth is now a mingle of his taste and mine. Our lips and tongues dance together for a long time, twirling in the heat of sated lust.

We talk of sex and poetry until we reach the restaurant. I fix my makeup and comb my hair. He’s brought me to Carelli’s, his favorite place. The hostess knows him, seats us at a booth in the back. It’s small, charming and cozy with a circular fireplace in the center, wine racks along the back wall and romantic lighting. But I’m not really here for the atmosphere. I slide right next to him in the booth and put my hand on his thigh. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and we share a menu.

“I’m starving,” I say. “What’s good?”

“Depends on what you’re in the mood for.”

“As long as I get linguine, I’ll be happy.”

When the waiter comes, Jeff orders chicken saltimboca and I get lobster alfredo over linguine. We talk and play and eat and laugh. He twirls my fork and feeds me linguine. We lock arms and sip from our glasses, eye to eye. My right thigh is lopped over his left, and he occasionally reaches under my skirt for a pet. The evening is an odd combination of first date/honeymoon gestures and emotions. After dinner he orders a brownie hot fudge sundae and a shot of gin. I order coffee and share his dessert, spooning every other bite into his mouth. Our kisses are now chocolate, laced with liquor. The combination is intoxicating.

I suddenly remember a poem he wrote a long time ago and feel inspired. I slide back so I’m resting against the wall, lift my right leg until my foot rests on the seat and my knee is pressed to my chest. Then I dip my fingers under damp panties, pull wet fingers out and stir his gin. He grins broadly, lifts his glass to his nose to smell my scent, then takes a sip. I let him lick my fingers then watch him lick his lips.

“Well?” he challenges me.

“Well what?”

“What about the rest of the poem?”

“Here and now?”

“You did in the poem.”

“In the poem we were in a bar. This is a nice family place.” He’s just looking at me, waiting. “You want they should ask us to leave and never come back?”

“It would be worth it to watch.” He’s really grinning now.

I feel my face flush, but it’s not from embarrassment. I’m turned on and he knows it. I move my hand between my legs and slip fingers back inside the dampness. With my other hand I pull the panties to one side so he can see.

His eyes fix on my naked mons, freshly shaved this morning because I know he likes it that way. He reaches absently and strokes one finger up the smooth lips. I quiver. I don’t know if it’s from the touch, or the way he’s looking at me as though admiring a work of art.

I dip the fingers deep, making them slick, then rub them hard against my growing clit. I tilt my tailbone under to give him a better view. I love doing it for him, love that he’s watching me. And then there is the element of danger, I could get caught. Other’s could watch, are probably watching now. A fresh flush warms my thighs and my breath comes faster. I work tight, hard circles around my clit. Gotta be fast or I’m gonna get caught. Yes. He’s watching, amazed, looks as if he’d like to help, but just watches, hypnotized by the little circles I’m making. I slide the fingers in, fuck myself as deep as I can, slide them back out to molest my clit. I’ve lost track of where I am, and just rock in the seat. Small moans escape my lips, eyes closed. So close, I’m nearly there.

“Are you ready for your check?”

My eyes fly open. I see the waiter just as his eyes lock on me. My mind registers my location and situation just in time to silence a scream. Orgasm overtakes me. Jeff and the waiter are spellbound as I writhe and pant and moan as quietly as I can manage. Slowly the tremors subside. Nonchalantly, I place my leg back under the table, stir Jeff’s gin with sticky fingers and then lick them off.

Jeff empties the glass in one gulp and hands the waiter a hundred dollar bill. “Keep the change.” He takes me by the hand, and leads me on weak knees to the parking lot, where we roll laughing into the back seat of the limo. Mike starts the car and we make a clean getaway.

Jeff pulls my knees up and pushes me onto my back. One hand unzips his fly and releases his thick cock as the other slides my panties off in one very smooth move. I am impressed, and so very ready to get fucked. I reach to guide him in but he pushes my hand away.

“I love seeing you so eager,” he teases. He leans over me, supporting his weight on his elbows and kisses me. “I love seeing you.” His eyes are so sexy.

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Willa Pryce tossed and turned all night long. Troubled by last nights Chapter Act with Nick that became all too real. Although cut short by Nick’s insistence that the chapter was interpreted all wrong. Still, she lost herself to his attention. Even though she felt the reality of the acts he covered his tracks well. It was almost as if he believed he was his own character of Dorian Crane. Possessed one minute then reverting back to writer Nick Benson.

At 4 AM she decided enough was enough and got out of bed. She put on a knee level nightshirt that had a Chicago Bears logo on the front. Parading from her room she peered down the hall at Nick’s bedroom. No sign of life. She decided then to check in on baby Grace easing her door open to creep up to her crib. Sleeping soundly she lightly covered her up and took her leave.

Going downstairs she grabbed a small glass of orange juice and ventured out on to the deck overlooking the ocean. The night sky left everything to desire. The smog disguised the stars, unlike Chicago. She missed that much at the very least.

She kept hearing squeaking noises coming from the lower deck which led to a small enclosed greenhouse. She had yet to check that area out. Curiosity led her down the steps until she reached the greenhouse. Glaring inside she spotted Nick lifting weights. For a writer he managed to keep astonishingly fit. She marveled at his six pack abs and rippling biceps. Even lifting weights he maintained his dislike of clothing.

It was impossible not to admire his manhood. Even during exercise his penis managed a woody. If not invincible it was still hard. She found herself wet instantly.

As his repetition halted she watched him sit up straight and stretch. He winced as if his shoulder was in agony. After a few moments it passed and he found himself palming his dick. Stroking it gently she wondered if he had jerked off earlier after he stopped playing with her. Perhaps not.

Unsure if she should approach him after her comments of last nights exit she started to turn. Then inspiration hit her, Claire Benson demanded she keep him inspired. The risk might prove valuable. In response she turned and opened the greenhouse door, entering.

Nick heard the door and stopped touching himself long enough to observe her shuffling toward him.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” She spoke.

“I needed my daily workout. Mind for writing, muscle for body. Should you be down here leaving my daughter alone in the house?”

It hadn’t occurred to her. Turning pale she started to dart away only to have Nick reach out and clutch the hem of her nightshirt accidently ripping it. Stopping cold she glared back at Nick.

Nick sneered at her then yanked at the shirt as hard as he could shredding it up the left side. Standing swiftly he took both hands and tore the garment all the way to her armpit. She trembled harshly trying not to drop her juice glass.

Noting her attempt he swatted the glass away landing it in a row of plants. Shock set in for Willa. His expression was emotionless. Stopping only a moment to grimace he ripped the shirt off of her save for the neck. A pull away from her made her lose balance until her head escaped the collar. Naked now she stood terrified.

As swiftly as he had tore it from her he stepped away to gently spread the shirt down over the dusty wood floor.

She couldn’t move.

Finally, he moved to grip both of her arms and step her toward the shirt.

“Another Bear rug. Let’s get that chapter right this time.”

Willa had no idea how to get it right. She merely kneeled there on top of her Bear’s shirt. He immediately stood over her jerking off ferociously. Any attempt on her part to touch him led him to whisper, “BATTLE!”

She quaked staring up at him without blinking. Then it dawned on her. BATTLE must have an inner meaning. Her thoughts raced. Bat as in eyelashes? Bat as in the monster cock in front of her like a baseball bat? LE as in LAY? TLE/ LET?

All she needed to do was lean toward him. Await his excellence as his crown hovered over her face. She opened her jaw as wide as possible and protruded her tongue. The battle was in the wait. Never lose patience. Embrace what comes as offered, or taken. That was how she deviated from the script. That was how Nick deviated from the chapter. He lost control. The Beast within was his own soul.

Grasping the truth she held her breath and not once fluttered an eyelid.

Nodding feverishly Nick Benson/Dorian Crane detonated a massive load that splattered over her entire face. Her tongue cradled a portion of his load. Not swallowing until she could feel his final expiration. Even then she used her fingers to wipe her face and lick her fingers. Showing him that she was holding out to get every drop.

“DRINK!” He bellows.

That she did.

Once done she bitlis escort closes her eyes and savors the taste.

He leans over and pats her cheek.

“Well acted. Rewards shall come. Be ready by 9:00. Today we Shop.”

She was ready to go by 8:00. Showered, hair perfectly flowing over her shoulders, the scent of jasmine across her flesh.

Abandoning the bra he had given back to her from her completed dare she refuses to wear panties as well. She dressed in one of her knee high skirts, and a yellow button down blouse. High heeled black shoes finished her attire.

Hearing the doorbell ring startled her. Why had the intercom not buzzed? She eases her door open to listen. Noting Nick answer the door and greet a woman. They made the journey upstairs and walked past Willa’s now sealed door.

She had heard the name “Charlotte” whom sounded older. After ten minutes of waiting in her room Nick came knocking.

Willa jumps up and opens her door.

She admires his black button down shirt and slacks. He was very dapper.

“Ready? I know it’s early. 8:35. Morning traffic will be exhausting.”

“Yes. Will Grace be well taken care of?” Willa stood concerned.

“Charlotte is our usual short term sitter. Grace adores her.”

He eyes her skirt and blouse. Before she could even exit her room he reached up and unbuttoned her blouse down to her navel. Her cleavage burst into view. He then puckers at her skirt.

“Tonight we burn those clothes.”

She raises a brow, “Is this part of a new chapter? Am I Sara right now?”

“I think you were born to be Sara. Don’t you?”

“Are you Dorian right now?”

He grins, “Reborn.”

He then turns away and lets her follow him. They reach the garage where he decides upon a red Corvette convertible. Opening the passenger door for her he then moves to the drivers seat. Car started, and garage door rising he drove onward and through the automatic gates to the street.

“This car is beautiful. Everything about this area is beautiful.” She spoke holding her hair against the wind.

Nick dons sunglasses and says nothing. The entire ride was silent. Uncomfortable yet relaxing.

Entering the city limits Shops popped up everywhere. He chose where to start. Parking was easier than she imagined. He had a pass that he dangled from his mirror as if a handicap. However the tag merely had a Regal symbol of some sort on both sides of it. She didn’t ask.

Getting out he left the top down even. So trusting. Opening her car door like a gentleman was charming. He then proceeded to walk away from her. Following, he entered a store where the mannequins wore next to nothing. Even the clerks could have been models.

A brunette clerk in a stunning outfit that displayed every feature she had approached them, “Mr. Benson, welcome. How is Claire?”

“She’s perfect as ever. This is our new Nanny “Willa”. Accent her with reds, black, white, and lavender only.”

Willa’s eyes bulged, “I like yellow.”

He smirks, “Yellow in small doses.”

The woman introduces herself as “Katrina” and takes Willa along beside her with a pleasant arm in arm.

On their journey Katrina took Willa’s measurements first then set about choosing clothing for her. As Willa herself sifted through casual hangings she looked back for Nick. He had stepped out for some reason.

“Here we go. Step into that room over there and try this one on.” prompted the clerk.

Willa examined the thin silky fabric blouse with spaghetti straps, and an extremely short skirt of similar material, both red. With an uneasy smile she took them into the room and tried them on. She admired herself in the mirror noting the shirt at least was nearly sheer. The shirt stopped just above her belly button showing it off. She could see her areolas ever so lightly. The skirt clung to her like a second skin.

“I think Dorian is doing the shopping here. Wow!”

Katrina knocks before entering to see her, “Lovely. I have one of each of these outfits and colors. Nick told me to have you try these on and step out for him to see you.”

Red underwear, tight, lacey, and even more sheer than the other clothing. Willa swallowed hoarsely as she changed. A hand covers her mouth out of awe. The bra and panties showed essentially everything. Her nipples were only covered at the bottom of the bra, as was her pussy. Her thin runway of reddish pubic hair was exposed.

With a cold chill she opens the room of the door and steps out. Nick was off to her left out of view. Katrina in front of her pointed in his direction and waved her out into the open. To her shock there stood Nick along with three other men. She began to cover herself with her arms until she noted Nick’s expression.

She decides instead to do a 360 on her toes to let them view her front bolu escort and back. The men merely smiled faintly as Nick nodded his approval, “One of each color, Katrina. Continue your shopping.”

Willa returns to the changing room followed by Katrina.

“That was rather unexpected.” Willa shivered.

Katrina warmly shares a smile.

“Ordinarily that would be against store policy. There must be something special about you.”

“I’m just the Nanny. I can’t say I approve of the clothes but they are free.”

“Of course.” Katrina shyly grins before handing her a mini dress in black that had nearly full frontal cleavage yet held together by thin laces. Those said laces tethered from hips to waist. More flesh than dress she thought.

Katrina opens the door for her and motions her back out into the store. This time there was a fourth man. Nick used his finger to motion her to spin again. She does so to their timid attention. After a moment he holds his hand out to her and pulls her to him.

“I have no idea who these men are. Merely passerby’s on this hot spring day. I only asked them to a fashion show.” He then scoots her closer by the small of her back until she faced each of them.

“Hello.” She whispers.

“I will buy this dress for you.” A balding man offered.

“And, I will buy you one in white.” Follows a tall thin man with gray at his temples.

“I guess that leaves you and I to buy a red and yellow one.” chuckles a third man to the fourth.

“You buy those, I’ll buy the underwear for her.” He returns.

She blushes leering back at Nick. He smirks, “I wonder what else they might be so generous and eager to buy?”

He guides her back to Katrina whom now had several outfits. Willa could only shiver and try them on.

Her next trip out into the store she wore a black bustiere that barely contained her chest and a stretchy black micro skirt. She chose to dance around with her hands in her hair for them. This captured their imaginations.

“One each?” She beguiles them with a sly sheepish grin.

Nods of agreement sends her wiggling back to the changing room.

“This is insane, Katrina.” Willa huffs half embarrassed, half excited.

“I am but a humble servant.” Holding up other outfits to choose from.

Willa rubs the underside of her chin, “Do you sell those bikini’s that hide almost nothing? G-string? Micro? Whatever they’re called.”

“Oh, yes. The beaches love those. Even if they are illegal.” Katrina winks.

“Bring me a yellow one. Don’t let anyone see you.”

Katrina nods and scurries away, returning five minutes later.

Holding the twin articles up she exhales with a light whistle.

“This might buy one of everything in your store. Salesperson of the month Katrina.” Willa giggles.

Once tied on she checks herself out in the mirror, “Oh my God! 3 Bandaid’s and dental floss.”

“Are you sure?” Katrina warns.

“Yes. Open sesame.”

The clerk opens the door and takes the lead. More to make certain of any objecting clientele.

Willa shyly walks into view noting each of them dropping their jaws. All save for Nick who narrowed his eyes.

Had she gone too far? His glare made her tremor. The four men mumbled amongst themselves leaving her uncertain whether to head back to the changing room or await Nick’s words.

Finally, Nick extended his hand as if before and reeled her in to face the four men. He then kept her hand and spun her slowly around for them to view her bare ass and nipple disguised monsters.

Stopping her mid spin the balding man caressed her ass with his palm. He was joined by the taller man who adorned her opposite cheek. Willa’s eyes bulged at their boldness. The taller man slid his fingers under the strings in his admiration.

“Very nice.” said the tall man.

Nick clears his throat to gain Willa’s eye contact. He studies her at their roaming touches. She shivers but maintains her composure.

Then, Nick twisted her to face the other two men. As he did the fingers of the tall man were still beneath the string between her ass and tugged it to the side out from inside her cheeks. Unintentional but the man risked keeping the string where it was.

This gave the other two men a barely obstructed view of her anal cavity. Willa swallowed at the disturbance. The two remaining men rubbed her ass and agreed between their eyes to pry her cheeks apart gently for a better view.

Nick leaned in to whisper, “Have you noticed you’re not blushing, Sara?”

Her eyes perked up at the identity change. Dorian was here. An unwritten chapter with a practice run?

She whispers back, “I try my best Dorian.”

Nick then turns her once more. This turn the tall man releases the string which falls back into place.

The bald man having witnessed burdur escort the tall man’s mischief eyed her patch covering Willa’s pussy. Her thin strip of red peach fuzz attracted him enough to tempt fate and roll his hand across her stomach until his fingers caressed its softness. Her eyes lower out of Nick’s observation. The nearness of his fingers made her tremble. With each tender rub he decides to pinch the fur between his fingers. Finally, his middle finger slithers under the patch. He barely touches her clit before abandoning her flesh entirely.

The fourth man with red hair and a moustache reaches up to lightly run his finger beneath the bikini tops strand. He gently ran his fingers knuckle along her chest until he reached the cloth cloaking her areola.

Wanting to peel it up over her nipple made him sweat. Willa maintained her lowered gaze. Trembling and forcing her fear back.

Another turn placed her back against Nick. His hand released her own hand allowing it to drape to her side. He then leaned to her ear and blew her locks from her lobes.

“Do their hands excite you, Sara?”

She opens her eyes to the four men with a glimmer of blessing.

“Yes. Yours would excite me more.” She admits.

She notes Katrina in the distance behind her front counter keeping the other clerk busy.

Willa feels Nick’s hands grip her shoulders, squeezing them which made her enjoy the stress release. After a few moments his hands slithered down her chest and under the bikini top to clutch her bare chest. He kneads at them allowing the top to be distorted over his knuckles. To the men viewing, her top was abandoning her to be replaced by massive hands. She gasps at his grip over both mounds.

The four men were drooling at the show. Mesmerized by his boldness. Knowing that once his hands left her the nipples would be in perfect view.

“Massage your clit.” Nick whispers.

She utilizes her right hand and slips her fingers beneath her yellow patch for a bikini bottom. Eyes study the men for reaction. Their attention now focused on her fingering motions.

She lightly whimpers trying not to moan loud enough to be heard.

Nick looks to the four men.

“There are four of you and four strings holding her bottoms on. Untie them and each of you take one string. How you hold it is your decision.”

Her eyes bulge as the hesitant men look around them first before spreading out for a better stance. As they carefully untie her bottoms the two men in the front agree to lower the patch in the front to view her snatch in full glory. The two gents gripping the back strings dangle the ass strap down until it escapes her ass crack completely.

Willa was essentially nude in a public store for all to see. It terrified her. Excited her. Her whole life made no sense. She was living the life of a character in Nick’s novel. A Chicago girl who wanted a new life. She found one.

She wanted to cum but was afraid she might scream. She whispers back toward Nick.

“I can’t hold it in. I need to scream.” she gasps.

“Silent scream. Fail me and you earn nothing this day.”

She grit her teeth with all of her might. Finally, Nick removed his hands from her breasts letting the men see her nipples. He yanks the top from her body leaving her stunned at the moment of her mini orgasm.

The men surrounding her nearly panicked. The men in front dropped their strings and stood back as she began to spasm, cum draining down her thighs.

The cloth fell to her knees.

As she felt Nick rip her bottoms from her she toppled to the carpeted floor and lay there heaving.

Nick grins at the men.

“I presume her wardrobe is bought and paid for in full?”

The bald man snatches up her bikini bottoms from his hand.

“I’ll buy these for myself if that’s okay with you?” He offers as he sniffs them.

“My gift.” She chokes up from laying on her back.

Nick nods as he spots the clerk Katrina rushing him with her hand. He then looks down at Willa.

“Crawl to the dressing room. I’ll have Katrina bring you a black bikini. Wear it home.”

“Yes, Sir.” Willa rolls to crawl slowly across the carpet to avoid rug burn. Once out of sight Katrina joins the gathering and understands what else is needed. She enters Willa’s room with a black bikini with the tags off. Gathering the to be purchased clothing she heads back toward the counter with the four men. The items tallied and paid for. Bagged and ready.

When Willa exits to join Nick he holds up a Belly chain and clasps it around her waist. He follows that with a beautiful lace choker that he ties about her throat.

Finally, he leads her to the area of the store for shoes. Locating her size he also buys her each color in a stiletto heel.

“Black pair. Wear them home.”

“Thank you, Dorian.”

Nick smirks, “Who?”

“Master!” she wags an eye brow at him.

“I need to write this chapter when I get home.”

“Can we grab lunch? I’m starving.”

He puckers with narrowing eyes.

“I wonder who will buy us lunch?”

Her jaw dropped.

She was starving after all.

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“Miranda, please don’t spend any money on me. I don’t need a gift.” Tom argued with me.

“But Tom, I want to make your birthday extra special. This is the first time you’ve had a birthday since we started dating.”

“Miranda, I’m serious. Don’t waste any money on me. My dream birthday is just having over three or four friends, watching the Heat play basketball, playing poker, and drinking beer.”

“That’s it?” I asked him. “You can’t think of a single book, CD, or video game you would like?”

“Miranda, I have all the material stuff I need. I don’t need anything. Please, I know you sometimes have trouble saving money, and I really don’t want you to spend a cent on my birthday. If you really must, you can make me a cake and we’ll have it when my friends come over next week.”

“That’s it Tom? Your dream birthday party is Beer, Basketball, Poker, and a homemade birthday cake?” I responded.

“That’s it. That would make me so happy.”

“I’ll bet I can make your birthday party more special than that, Tom.” I said with a wicked gleam in my eye. I was already planning and plotting a very sexy surprise for him.

“O.K., whatever, just don’t waste your hard earned cash on me please.” Tom insisted.

“Oh I won’t Tom. I promise I won’t spend one penny on your party.”

“Good, thanks. I love you.”

“I love you too, Tom.” I replied, and I gave him a long lingering kiss on his lips.

His birthday was on Saturday night, so I had four days to prepare. I called my friend Julie the next day, and asked if she would be interested in coming over to Tom’s birthday party.

“Sure, what time, Miranda?” Julie said over the phone. I told her to come around 5:00 to help me prepare. She happened to be a pastry chef at a good Miami Beach restaurant, and I knew she would be able to make a much better cake than I would. She also had three other qualities I especially was looking for; she was incredibly attractive, she was very out going, and she was also very kinky. I had heard her tell me many tales of her sexual exploits, and I barely believed them all.

Tom was sitting on the black leather sofa when I arrived at his apartment at 4:00 on his birthday. He was drinking a bottle of Corona with a lime in it. I opened my purse and pulled out four cards.

“What are those, honey?” Tom asked me, probably surprised to see four birthday cards instead of just one.

“The top one is your birthday card, and the next three are your birthday gifts. Open up the cards, Tom.” I told him.

“Miranda, I told you not to get me gifts. What are those, gift cards for stores?”

“Tom, I kept my promise, the gifts didn’t cost a thing. O.K., I spent $1.00 on a few envelopes, sorry.”

He had a puzzled expression on his face. He picked up the top envelope, which was white. He ripped it open, and there was a simple hand-written note from me that read “Dear Tom. Happy birthday, lover. I want to make it very special. There are three envelopes on the table. Don’t open them yet; I will tell you when to open them. Love, Miranda.” It was written in red ink.

He gave me a kiss on the lips and thanked me for the cards.

At 5:00 the doorbell rang. It was my friend Julie. I opened the door to a tall stunning blonde with extremely large natural breasts. Her long blonde wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she had on dark red lipstick and light blue eyeliner. She was wearing a red short sleeve button down blouse and a medium length black skirt, along with black high heels. Her legs were bare with no pantyhose on.

I gave her a hug and invited her into the living room. Tom greeted her, and stared at her figure for a second. I’m sure he would have liked to look at her even longer, but he was no doubt afraid that I would get upset. Unlike many women, I do not get jealous when my boyfriend appreciates other female bodies; in fact, I strongly encourage it. Tom had a hard time believing this, because his previous girlfriend had not approved of this at all.

I led her upstairs into Tom’s den, and we sat down on wicker chairs and started to go over the details of the party. We had sketched out our plan over the phone, but now that we were in person we were able to really fine tune the strategy to make his birthday party incredible.

I asked her what she was wearing under her red blouse. “Nothing!” she said while giggling. This was off to a great start, I thought.

I had on a very sexy white lacy bra under my plain black t-shirt, but I liked her way of thinking, so I removed my shirt and bra, and then put the shirt back on over my bare breasts.

I had remembered seeing an advertisement in the local alternative newspaper for topless bartenders. They were available for bachelor parties, frat parties, or whatever other occasions there were for men to gather and have topless women serve them alcohol all night. The price was pretty steep, though, and I knew I couldn’t buy that for Tom. So Julie and I were going to provide that service for free. This was Tom’s first gift.

I heard the door downstairs open and close a few times. Tom had invited five of his friends over; balıkesir escort Robert, Patrick, Carry, Joe and Hiroshi. I had a little history with the first four; on Super-Bowl Sunday this year I played a little game with them. To make a long story short, I derailed there plans to watch the game by offering them a strip show, lap-dances, and hand-jobs. I had only met Hiroshi a few times, and didn’t know him very well. Joe was a tall blonde with a crew-cut. He was the most annoying of Tom’s friends; always quoting stupid lines from movies, giving people high fives, and getting extremely wasted. Carry was a heavy-set guy with long brown hair who was generally pleasant to be around. Robert was the classic tall dark handsome stranger, a six foot tall well groomed gentleman. He was from Puerto Rico. Unfortunately, he was usually obnoxious; I couldn’t decide who bothered me more between him and Joe. Patrick was O.K. He was shorter than average, with short brown hair. He was really into sports, and always talking about them. Hiroshi was also on the short side, with short dark hair and Asian features. He was a Japanese American, born and raised in Miami. He seemed pretty friendly, but I barely knew him.

I came downstairs to greet the guys and take the cake out of the oven. It looked great; it was chocolate cake with a thick butter-cream frosting. The guys were all deeply engrossed in the Miami Heat game. They were playing some team with blue uniforms, I had absolutely no idea who, and I didn’t really care either. Everyone said a friendly “Hello” to me. The guys were eating a bunch of junk food; Doritos, beef jerky, Oreos, and pretzel sticks. Everyone was drinking beer. I saw Tom start to go to the fridge for another beer, and I told him to sit down.

“I’m just getting a beer, Miranda.”

“Tom, sit down and open your first gift. You won’t have to get up to get a beer, trust me. The rest of the night the beer will come to you and your friends.” I told him while I held his hand.

Puzzled, he sat back down on the sofa and opened the first envelope.

Inside there was a piece of paper that said “I want this to be a very special birthday, so I have arranged a treat for you and your buddies. I know everyone will appreciate this gift. I have arranged for a topless bartending service to wait on the six of you all night. All you have to do is sit down and relax as attractive women bring you beer on demand all night, along with anything else you might want from the refrigerator or bar. If anyone wants absolutely anything to eat or drink, they can just relax and order the bare-chested waitresses to get it, as long as it is something you have in the kitchen.”

I savored the surprised look on my boyfriend’s face as he read my note.

“What did she give you?” Robert asked.

“Miranda, that costs a lot of money, I thought I told you not to spend anything on my birthday!” Tom reacted.

“What is it, dude?” Joe asked Tom.

“Umm…Miranda hired some umm…topless waitress service, I guess.”

“Fuckin’ A!” Joe said loudly.

The faces of all the guys lit up when they heard about Tom’s birthday gift.

“Miranda, how much was that? I really appreciate the thought, believe me, but I’ll pay you back for it.”

“Tom, I kept my promise.”

“But how did you keep your promise unless…NO WAY! You can’t be serious.”

Most of the guys put two and two together and realized what was about to happen. I’m not sure if Joe was bright enough to figure it out, though. Robert yelled out “Dude, she’s the topless waitress! All right! Fuck yeah! But she said ‘waitresses’ plural. Who else is going to serve us?”

Julie must have been listening to the conversation from upstairs, because she descended the steps right at that moment and said “Hello, boys!”

The men stared right at her chest, unable to believe there good fortune. Her breasts were much larger than mine, and I felt a twinge of jealousy when I realized that she was probably going to get more stares than I was. We had planned out the timing of the shirt removal part of this gift, and we stood side by side in front of the teak wood coffee table. The six guys just stared at us in disbelief as we quickly shed our shirts. Mine was off first, since it was just a t-shirt that I had to remove over my head. Julie took a few seconds longer since she had to unbutton her red blouse. We both stood still for a minute, letting the men get their first good look of our bare breasts. I absolutely loved the attention, and I know that Julie loved it too.

“Well, men, what do you all want to drink?” I asked the group of six.

“Miranda, you are crazy!” Tom said.

I knew he wouldn’t be upset with me, since he loves showing off my body to his friends. Our relationship is open enough that he knew all about my Super-Bowl Sunday with some of his friends, and he approved of it.

Joe immediately took us up on our offer. “I’ll take a Bud, some wine cheese and crackers, and a bowl of popcorn.” He knew full well that we hadn’t made any popcorn yet, so he was obviously testing us.

“Just a Corona, honey. bartın escort Wow, thank you! I love you, Miranda.” Tom said.

“Stop getting all mushy in front of us!” Joe shouted to Tom.

“May I please have a Bud too?” Carry asked politely.

“Sure. Anything to eat?” Julie asked our third customer.

“I’ll just have what everyone else is having.”

“C’mon, dude, get whatever you want, that’s what waitresses are for!” Robert informed Carry.

“O.K. I don’t know what you have in the refrigerator, though.”

“I’ll go look!” Julie replied.

Patrick asked for a Rum and Coke, which was not a problem with Tom’s well stocked bar. Hiroshi asked for a Corona with Lime.

We walked back to the kitchen to prepare the food and drinks. Julie made the Rum and Coke and opened the beers, and I made the popcorn and cheese and cracker platter. I put a few beers in the freezer to make them extra cold for the next round.

We walked back to the men and served them. Julie made sure to get extra close to their faces as she bent down and served them what they had ordered. I placed the bowl of popcorn in the middle of the table, and made a show of shaking my tits as I walked back to the kitchen to get the birthday cake.

Julie was giggling hysterically as we sliced the cake. She placed candle in the cake and spoke to me in a quiet voice, “Wait till he gets his second gift! Or should I say wait till they all get THEIR second gift! They’re gonna flip out when that happens.”

I asked her what she was wearing under her black skirt.

“A pink thong.” She let me know. “And what is under your shorts, Miranda?”

“A pair of white lacy panties from Victoria’s Secret. Tom bought it for me as a Valentine’s Day gift. They are really soft.”

“I brought a toy, too.” Julie told me as she reached into her purse which was sitting on the bar. She surprised me when she pulled out a long slim pink vibrator. She turned it on to demonstrate the power of the toy, and I felt its strong vibrations in my hand.

We grabbed the next round of beers from the freezer and served the men. When they were not placing orders for food or drinks we sat down on the love seat and let the men look at our bodies. They did this quite often; although I’m sure they looked at Julie more than they looked at me. They had no idea what was coming next.

About an hour later the men where sitting at the dining room table, engrossed in a game of poker. Joe ordered a Long Island, which I didn’t know how to make, but fortunately Tom had a bartending manual in his kitchen, and I was soon all the different shots and lemon juice and Coke together. I found a straw and a nice tall glass to serve the drink in. Julie smiled at me and said “I think it’s time for Tom to open his next present!” in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

I dropped the second envelope next to Tom’s pile of chips. He opened it up.

It read “Tom, I know you often fantasize about my bisexual side, but you have never had a chance to see it. Julie has agreed to help in this, as I offer you your second birthday gift. You and your friends will witness us having sex. No rush, just whenever you are ready for it.”

Hiroshi was getting pretty toasted, and he looked down to read the note.

“Hey, don’t look at my cards!” Tom said.

“I’m not, dude, I just want to see you present!” Hiroshi responded.

“I can’t believe our luck, gentlemen, but my lovely girlfriend has offered to put on a lesbian sex show for us!”

“Holy fucking shit!” Robert yelled.

“Fuck yeah!” was Joe’s clever response.

“You crazy girl.” Tom called out, as he dropped his cards to the table face up.

“Game over, men!” was Tom’s next statement.

The other guys nodded as they dropped there cards, not caring who had been winning or losing. I knew how powerful this gift was, because they normally play very competitively, and had to have been very distracted to drop there cards in the middle of a hand of poker.

Julie and I moved the coffee table over to give us room on the floor. She ran upstairs to get a sheet to put on the floor. The six men stared it me in shock as I dropped my tan shorts to the floor and stood in just my panties. I gave them all a huge grin as I yanked my panties off and stood there completely nude. I twirled around and let them admire my bare ass before sitting down on the floor as I waited for Julie to return.

Julie came down stairs with a queen sized red sheet, and laid it on the white carpet. The men all turned their chairs around to face us. Julie lifted her skirt up over her waist to give the guys a quick flash of her bare pussy. Hiroshi said “Whoa, she’s not wearing any panties!”

“Brilliant observation, Einstein.” Patrick teased him.

She wasted no time in removing her skirt, and the men now had two naked females to look at. She took my hand and sat down next to me on the sheet. We had choreographed every move of the show beforehand. Still sitting down, she faced me and wrapped her legs around mine. She pressed her huge breasts against my own and we eagerly batman escort started to make out. I closed my eyes and felt her tongue enter my mouth and French kiss me. I kissed her back passionately, while I started to play with her breasts.

We kissed loudly, making sure the men could hear all the wet noises we were making as I kissed her mouth deeply. I wanted them to all know that this was the real thing; I wanted them to know that saliva was being exchanged and tongues were touching. I ran my fingers through her long blonde hair as she started to play with my bare breasts. She tweaked my nipples, getting them nice and hard. I have large areolas, and they get all puffy and red when I’m turned on. I looked down and saw that my pussy lips were glistening.

We tumbled to the sheet, lying down next to each other face to face. I wrapped my legs around her ass, feeling her blonde bush rubbing up against my short red bush. Her kisses and touches were getting me really horny, and I couldn’t wait to taste her pussy. She caressed my back and shoulders as I squeezed her ass in my hands.

I looked up to see how the men were enjoying this show. The six of them were all silent, which is unusual when the group includes Joe and Robert in it. I noticed bulges in all of their pants. I returned my attention to Julie. Although this was a show to entertain the six guys, I fully intended to give her real pleasure and sexual fulfillment that evening. I broke our embrace so I could start kissing her skin.

I started with her neck, and kissed my way down to her cleavage. I cupped as much of her tits into my hands as I possibly could, and started to caress them while still kissing the area between them. I licked her skin and blew hot air onto it. I started kissing lower and lower as I felt her fingers caress my long red hair. I stopped when I got to her pussy; I intended to get to that later. I kissed her toes, sucking each one of them. Then I started to work my kisses up her legs, stopping at her knees. I put my hands onto the soft fleshy skin behind her knees to give her a sensual treat as I continued to kiss my way up to her thighs. I got my fingers wet and rubbed that area behind her knees again as I kissed the salty tasting flesh of her inner thighs. She was starting to sweat, and I heard her heavy breathing. My mouth had finally reached the soft area of skin right by her pussy lips, and I brought my hands up to open up her folds.

She moaned when I parted her pink lips with my fingers, feeling her thick blonde pubic hair tickle my nose. I planted a few soft light kisses on her outer lips, and stuck my index finger inside her pussy to reach her G-spot. I wiggled my finger inside her, and licked her pussy lips up and down. I used my other hand to spread her pussy lips open even more, finally finding her engorged red clit. I teased the area right by the clit with my fingers, watching it swell even more. She was rocking her hips up and down, urging me to finally eat her out.

I licked her thighs in big sweeping circles, then I let the circles get smaller and smaller as I zoned in to her clit. My tongue increased the pressure, and finally hit her spot. She let out a very loud groan when she felt my tongue hit her clit. I kept up the pressure, and increased the motion of my index finger inside her cunt. I felt the rough spot inside her slippery hole and knew I was in the right place.

I made out with her pussy like I was French kissing her mouth. I tasted her salty juices and made loud slurping and sucking sounds for the men to hear. While I had been eating Julie out the men had gotten out of there chairs and gathered in a circle around our sheet. They were all kneeling on the floor, and some of them were within two feet of the action. I knew that they were close enough to smell our arousal, adding another sense to the sights and sounds they were experiencing as I pleasured Julie’s hot cunt.

Julie was making the funniest sounds while I ate her out. Sometimes she would purr like a kitten, and sometimes she would giggle. Although I knew she was bisexual, I had never been with her before, and I was surprised at how strange she acted while receiving oral sex. She could not sit still at all; she was squirming so much I could barely keep my mouth on her pussy. Just when I was beginning to wonder if she was actually receiving any sexual pleasure out of this experience, she grabbed my face and positioned it so that my nose was pressed about an inch above her clit, buried in her blonde bush. I have never experienced a woman so wet, and her juices were soaking my mouth and chin. She suddenly got really quiet and focused, and I suspected that she was about to come.

All of a sudden I felt her legs clamp around my ears, and she screamed bloody murder as she started to have her orgasm. Her long red fingernails began to dig into my shoulders as she gripped me tightly. I kept the pressure on her with my tongue, licking her clit relentlessly as she let out juices on my face. My finger was still buried deep inside her hole, and I could feel her muscles clamping down on my finger as she contracted. She thrashed her hips up into the air, forcing my face up as well. I sensed that she was reaching the stage of her orgasm where her clit would get too sensitive for firm pressure, so I relaxed my mouth and tongue. I let her ride out her orgasm while gently caressing her thighs with my free hand.

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Suspicious husband unfairly blames faithful wife.

TAGS: exhibitionism, handcuffs, harness, naturism, pregnant, female slave, office spouse, Mgtow, removed breast, co-workers.

*** A contribution to the Summer Lovin’ Story Contest 2022. Remember to vote, not only this tale but the one you liked best.

Any constructive comments will be welcome.

The main couple was already present in an earlier story of mine “Work Meeting at a Naturist Pool”, but it is not necessary to have read it to understand what happens in this tale.

English is not my mother tongue and there may be some lexical or grammatical errors. Please enjoy the idea more than the grammar. ***

Chapter 1: Triple Cuffs.

My wife was naked, with her arms locked by three pairs of handcuffs bound to a black leather harness, consisting of a collar fastened by a belt, and a black leather strap across her back.

Without any embarrassment, she was conversing nicely together with two peaceful young women, naked but with their arms free, standing in front of a tall, naked young man. Under the scorching summer sun, some hotel barmaids, with indifferent movements, walked by holding up trays with glasses and small morsels. My wife chirped, “Wolfgang, be a lamb, will you put a small sausage in my mouth please?”

Everyone giggled. I am the husband, and my name is Luigi, not Wolfgang. If anyone is to hand feed my wife when she wears shackles, it is uniquely me: I wear a ring on my left finger that confirms this.

I should not have accepted the invitation. But my wife had taken advantage of a distraction (I was watching Soccer on TV) and now I was in that situation, and I had to watch my handcuffed wife trying to swallow an Austrian wiener by moving obscenely her tongue and lips between the strong fingers of a young man, while two naked women watched the scene giggling. I really should not have agreed.

Chapter 2: A Husband Mad with Jealousy of the Team.

That summer, the large Chemical Company where my wife worked as the boss of a team of scientists had organized the annual Executive Meeting at a hotel in Austria. Only top management (with an escort) was invited, as well as the Team led by my wife, who had won a major award with the most innovative and fruitful chemical patents.

Fortunately, they had chosen a hotel in the mountains! The summer was already unbearably hot.

I had heard a story, many years ago, that a Finnish cell phone manufacturing company used to have similar meetings, in the middle of winter, in which all the executives (female and male) together with their escorts would all enter the sauna together, and then roll around in the snow together, all naked! They said the collective nudity increased trust and transparency among colleagues. Indeed, that company was an industry leader: I had to admit it. But if I had been invited to a sauna, I would have said no.

The Chemical Corporation was promoting Naturism. I did not know this, and it caused me quite a bit of embarrassment. But all events required absolute nudity, both for employees, escorts, and almost all hotel staff: the few exceptions were for glasses, shoes, and other tiny accessories that covered almost nothing (one old gentleman wore a hat under the sun because he had an excoriation on his head). I jokingly said that I could state that I had an excoriation on the area between my chin and… knees, but my wife gave me a very stern look and I gave up.

I have always been a very loving husband, and madly in love with my wife. We had our ups and downs, as all couples do, but after the surgery whereby doctors removed her left breast, she was reborn, and our love as well.

Her name is Marina (Italian for “woman of the sea”) but out of admiration for her resilience and problem-solving all her colleagues called her “SuperMarina,” after the video game plumber who must free the princess kidnapped by a huge turtle. I, ironically, was named Luigi, after the plumber’s younger brother-a detail that always made everyone who knew us smile along with us.

She was the best in the university of chemistry and for some years had been leading a team of six people, both men, and women. Her boss was a woman of ambitious character: a very famous scientist, holder of some groundbreaking patents, who held my wife in high esteem.

I happened to know both her and the president of the German company for which she works, but that is another story.

My problem at this moment was jealousy toward her Team.

My wife was gorgeous when she devoted her time to me. She was sensual, seductive, and attractive. Oh, I know some breast-obsessed men cannot understand what I was feeling, but to me she was beautiful. She had survived: and that tattoo, which only partially covered the scar above her heart, reminded me every day how lucky we were to still be alive.

Can you few patient people who read me understand the excitement of seeing her one nipple shudder, ardahan escort knowing that the other was removed by the surgeons? Can you understand the endless joy of being able to kiss that one boob of hers?

And most of all, can you understand the magic of a striptease done just for me, with high heels and cuffs? To me, my wife is gorgeous: and I am convinced that she appears attractive to others as well.

Herein arose the problem.

To celebrate achieving the highest goals, and being ranked the best Chemical Research Team in the entire Company (which had branches in every major scientific research center), the group of colleagues led by my wife won a prize vacation to a luxury hotel with a swimming pool near Innsbruck, Austria.

My wife, I said, had invited me; but I was jealous. Both toward men and women.

Quickly (too hastily) I replied to her that I accepted the invitation. I could not allow my wife to have a summer vacation alone with her damn smart and brainy Winning Team.

A few things happened on the first day: some delightful, some embarrassing. The thing that bothered me most was that they were all naked, and I was always very shy perhaps because of too conservative an upbringing against nudity. Or, rather, I was shy before yesterday’s experiences.

This is the account of what happened the next day when we were also joined by colleagues from his Chemistry Team. There was a great Speech by the Presidency, there was an Award Ceremony, and there was much applause. Then some kind of hotel barmaids led us to a private terrace, where we could eat the triumphal lunch dedicated exclusively to the winning Team (and me, as accompanying husband).

Capitolo 3 Meet the Team. A Harness Arouses Hardness

We were all naked, without any embarrassment, with long drinks in our hands and finger food trays.

To be precise, they were unembarrassed, while I had an embarrassing erection because the first people my wife had introduced me to were Birgit and Nicoletta, two attractive and cheerful young women. I was trying to content myself with my eyes, but even as I struggled, I sensed their naked bodies beside me, and I could not contain myself!

My wife at the Awards Ceremony was simply naked, wearing simple black flip-flops and nothing else; oh, and glasses to read the acceptance speech, sure.

But for the Terrace, she had decided to wear the leather harness she had received as a gift the night before. As I helped her put on her collar and manacles, I tried to convince her that it was unsuitable for a meeting with co-workers, but she insisted that she didn’t want to have any secrets. And exactly as everyone had already seen her scar in place of her removed breasts, today everyone would see what kind of handcuffs she wore, last night, to dance for me, with her arms retrained by the manacles behind her back, unable to cover her pussy or her chest.

“Transparency, openness. Always I tell my Team everything, and they know that I have no secrets. This harness is a new thing, and I am proud to have received it as a gift, and I will be as proud to show it to them as any other secret I have already shared with them (about chemical patents, or my personal life)”.

“Darling, you couldn’t look more open and more transparent than that!”

“Exactly! Magnificent, isn’t it?” she giggled, as happy as a brat jumping over puddles and then showing the mud slicks to teachers and classmates.

In a way, after her chest operation, Marina had perceived it as a mission to show anyone her scar, and to talk openly about how it feels after an operation like that. I imagined that she wanted to show her colleagues that even a woman with a removed breast could be sexy and wear kinky items to turn her husband on. Exhibitionist? She used to be a missionary of clinical and anatomical exhibitionism; that afternoon, I began to think that maybe Marina had also become a missionary of wearing handcuffs in front of colleagues as naturally as showing off a plaster cast arm or myopia glasses.

So now I was naked and erect behind my wife, who was conversing amiably with two women from her Team: they always say that the females arrive late, but perhaps it was because of the time they spend choosing and wearing their outfits: since at this Terrace appointment they were all summoned in the nude, the women had arrived first.

Blond Birgit wore her hair styled in a chin bob: short to barely cover her cheeks. Underneath she had a coral necklace, and further down, two firm tits topped by two pencil-straight nipples. Do you want to know if she was a natural blonde? Yes: the color of the trimmed carpet matched the short curtains.

Birgit looked at me, over my wife’s shoulder, and giggled.

Her colleague Nicoletta was slightly shorter, with bigger boobs, and she had dark hair. And I couldn’t tell if it was the natural color because the pussy was bald as a pool ball. Everyone else on the artvin escort team was of Austrian or German descent, and only my wife and Nicoletta were of Italian descent.

The others wore only flip-flops; Nicoletta wore high-heeled sandals that left her toes uncovered. It was not a “dress” in the strict sense, so let’s say she could be considered naked even though she was wearing shoes.

Both of them were paying many compliments to my wife, who was strutting around in her triple cuffs and kept saying that they were very comfortable and also very exciting. Occasionally she would ask me to feed her with appetizers or sips of champagne, but that’s what husbands are for, right?

Amid three naked women laughing as they hugged and greeted each other, my cock got hard before I knew it. Not that I wanted to do or say anything bad-I guess it’s a spontaneous reaction. Maybe if I had been dressed no one would have noticed. But the little blonde giggled, and then my wife turned to look at my erect cock.

“Don’t scold him, Boss!” said a male voice. The girls laughed even harder. A young man with a thick German accent and a flaccid penis walked toward us. “See, Supermarina? I always tell you: even with a removed breast, you are still very attractive, and with this harness even more so! The collar also enhances the tone of your eyes. That’s the effect that good-looking women have on men: it’s chemistry, you are supposed to know!” The girls laughed again.

My wife smiling scolded the newcomer, “So many drops of wisdom, young Wolfgang, but if you are so wise, why haven’t you married yet?”

Pretending not to have heard the question, the young man held out his hand to me with a smile and introduced himself. “Nice to meet you in person, my name is Wolfgang Muller, like Mozart.”

“Does the name Mozart mean ‘Smith?’ Sorry, dad joke. My pleasure, my name is Luigi, like Supermarina’s brother!”

Everyone laughed heartily. Under my breath I added, “I’m the husband, though!” and Wolfgang nodded: it was clear that everyone had seen some pictures of me before on the desk in the office, or vacation photos; or more probably from photos taken in the clinic. Sad but true.

Wolfgang openly admired my wife’s set of triple manacles and collars. He commented in an expert voice, “Well, Boss, I’d say you managed to fulfill one of your deepest dreams, today” (my wife giggled like a little girl caught stealing jam).

A barmaid passed by with a tray of small sausages. My wife trilled, in the voice of an innocent child, “Wolfgang, be a lamb, will you put a small sausage in my mouth please?”

The young women giggled. Maybe they were not looking at me, or maybe they were looking at me pretending not to look at me. Or maybe I was under the impression that they were looking at me while they weren’t looking at me at all, as if I didn’t even exist: as if only Wolfgang existed, with strong, long fingers, and Marina’s tongue and lips obscenely trying to swallow the small sausage Wolfgang offered her in front of everyone.

I breathed deep. I counted to ten, then to ten times ten. I thought of something else entirely. Don’t make drama.

Meanwhile, Dieter and Karl-Heinz also arrived.

I remembered Dieter. His mother had had a breast problem similar to my wife’s, and he had come to our house for dinner a couple of times to talk more calmly. He was a tall, balding man with glasses even though he was naked, and very clear eyes.

Karl-Heinz looked like a werewolf. With a full beard, shoulder-length hair, and his back covered with black hair. Who would have believed that he was the husband of the slim Birgit? Still, they were a close-knit couple.

They both stood motionless looking at my wife in triple handcuffs and collars. She, without any shame, made a slow turn around herself to show that she was completely restrained. Marina moved as naturally as she displayed an innocent coral bracelet over a button-down shirt worn under a business suit. She felt like the same person, either in those clothes or in… this. In her intentions, there was no trace of seduction, but a naked woman tied to a harness is something erotic in itself, or am I wrong? «A.H.=A.H.», meaning, «A Harness Arouses HARDness», should be the slogan of the leather manufacturer of the harness.

I seemed to notice some reaction from Karl-Heinz’s cock, but perhaps it was from the sight of his wife Birgit. Dieter, on the other hand, was as flaccid as a leather glove.

Birgit blew her husband a kiss with her hand. He gestured to grab it and put it in a pocket he did not have. They were both very cute.

Birgit flashed the most innocent little blond angel smile, and in a joking voice said to her husband, “Look, Kalle, our Boss wore this harness of triple handcuffs! Doesn’t it look great on her? What do you say, I could go back to our room and wear the strapon, so my colleagues can tell me if it slims my figure, or if it makes me bodrum escort look too fat!” (and laughed loudly).

Karl-Heinz blushed suddenly. Perhaps, the fact that his wife was an expert in pegging was something known to everyone on the Team, but to see her walking naked on the Terrace, in front of everyone, wearing her erect strapon…perhaps to him, it seemed like a level he was not yet prepared for.

Nicoletta took Dieter’s hand. “D.D.D. = Dear Dearest Dieter, as usual, on this Team the only single ones are the two of us… shall we time how long it takes our colleagues? 3… 2… 1…”

Everyone chorused in unison, “Get a room!”

Dieter had blushed like a little girl. Aggressive and protective, Nicoletta was showing everyone the tongue. “It will never happen! We two, are the perfect example of ‘office spouses,’ we are a team within a team, and I feel sorry for you, but nothing will ever break our harmony. Besides, I have my boyfriends, and he has his wife–we don’t have time for a stable relationship!”

I thought silently, “Um, if I was jealous before, I’m so jealous now! This Wolfgang, he’s far too nice; Dieter is as tall as a mountain and doesn’t seem completely satisfied with his “friendship” with Nicoletta; and Karl-Heinz, gosh, he looks like a ferocious beast!”

But while I was thinking these things, my wife restored calm among her colleagues, resuming at least for a moment her usual role as boss (although, like all Italians, she usually waved her hand gestures as she spoke: it was very strange to watch her speak with her arms still, like a caterpillar in its cocoon).

“Guys, girls, calm down, please. The joke is good while it lasts a short time. I blessed Birgit and Karl-Heinz when they told me they wanted to get married, and I find it a miracle, that they manage to balance both work and family menage. But Nicoletta and Dieter deserve more respect.”

After the scolding, everyone scattered, going to get more drinks and other food from the trays of barmaids, and I was left alone at my wife’s side. “What is this about an office wife?”

“You’re not jealous, are you?!”

“Nooo, it’s just that you were talking about it as something known to everyone and I wanted to understand what it could mean.”

“According to some Californian psychologists, who gave my Team a refresher course a few months ago, there is a dynamic that exists very frequently in workplaces. It is known by many names, including ‘office wife,’ ‘office husband,’ and ‘office couple.’ It is a couple of friends who, however, have more attention towards the chosen person. It is as if they are protecting each other, helping, encouraging, and supporting each other. Even with little things, like a coffee or a snack at the right time.”

“Um”

“But there’s nothing sexual, and to be honest, nothing romantic either. I think it’s more of a parental type of connection: like a father, who sees his daughter being sad, or like a mother, who sees her son being unhappy. Take Dieter’s case. His mom had to have surgery and everyone was afraid she was going to die. Even his wife. The only person who always encouraged him with inexhaustible cheerfulness and so much optimism was Nicoletta. And we (you and I), of course, when I was assigned to their team, but before that, there was only Nicoletta.”

“Understood.”

“You were present in our dining room that evening when I unbuttoned my shirt to show Dieter the scar. It was not a sexual gesture: it was like showing a war wound, or a car accident. He didn’t see a naked woman, he saw a surviving human being. Do you remember that?”

“Of course” (I think I will never forget that).

“But Nicoletta had nothing as intense. She had no proof that the operation could succeed and that one could go on living afterward. Yet she continued to support him all the time, with little talks, moments of listening, and lunches together. Without joking, I think Dieter spent more time with Nicoletta than with his wife (considering that he sleeps eight hours at home). This happens to so many workers, especially concept employees (such as chemists), who spend most of the daytime hours with their colleagues, and only come home to sleep.”

“So, you mean to tell me that Dieter no longer loves his wife?”

“No! He still loves her: on weekends and on vacations. As Aristotle said, man is a social animal: Dieter needs his wife, on weekends, and he needs a female figure of reference on weekdays.”

“But then he exploits her generosity!”

“No, because he also always supports her, as a good husband or brother would. I repeat, there is nothing sexual about this. Nicoletta knows that she can always count on Dieter. Whenever she breaks off a relationship with one of those bumbling boyfriends, she knows she can cry on Dieter’s shoulder. Whenever the chemistry experiments fail, she knows that Dieter will stay awake until they work. It’s a relationship of trust, of listening to each other, of help and complicity.”

“But Dieter’s wife will be jealous!”

“Oh! I don’t know. She may be. Or she also has an ‘office husband’ in the Bank where she works, spends the day with a brother on weekdays, and then finds her husband/lover on weekends… I don’t know. She never told me about it.”

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