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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still friends Bret?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He slipped his headphones in and closed his eyes.

———————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No entiendo, señorita.”

“My bag! Where is it!”

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

“I don’t understand! Where is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Josef smiled at her. She smiled back.

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

She smacked him in the shoulder.

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

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

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

“I’m Josef, by the way.”

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

———————

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

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

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

He eyed her carefully. “Accountant?”

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

“Ha! Is there really a difference?”

He got smacked in the shoulder again.

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

“Ummm, thank you?”

“No really, what do you do?”

“Lawyer.”

She laughed.

“Really? That’s worse than accountant!”

“Well… In my defense, I did quit.”

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

“Dorm or private room?”

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

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

The dread-locked girl handed them each a key.

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

“Any questions?”

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

“There’s one in the dorm room.”

He and Mira paused at the stair well.

“Thanks for your help,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

———————

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

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

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

“Hi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Poor baby.”

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

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

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

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

Just then the door to the room opened.

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

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

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

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

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

Josef nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

———————

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you,” said Mira politely.

–

———————

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

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

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

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

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

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

Josef opened the bottle and passed it to his left.

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

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

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

“Why?” asked Irene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Naw, we’re good, Mom.”

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

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

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

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

My dearest wife Jenny,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s after seven, my time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For what?” I said.

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

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

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

“Sleep tight. Love you more.”

-oOo-

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

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

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

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

“Hi babe! What’s up?” he asked.

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

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

“Celebrating what? I can hardly hear you.”

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

“Dave, don’t you dare drive!”

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

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

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

“Hi, Dave, are you alone?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s hard to explain.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good night, crazy husband.”

“Good night, wife.”

-oOo-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My hotel.”

“I come too?”

“No!”

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

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

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

That was too far even for my fragile ego.

“Hey I do like girls!” I remonstrated.

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

“Look I really don’t have the time,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Margaret Thomas was one of the unsung hero’s of WW2. Born to an educated middle class family in suburban Surrey in 1925, an intelligent girl who found a love for puzzles and mind problems at an early age. She could see patterns and hidden details in things , that left normal mortals dumbfounded at her intellect.

During the war she worked at the top secret Bletchley Park, finally assisting on cracking the codes to beat the Germans enigma machines.

Sworn to secrecy under the official secrets act, for life. Margaret never told a soul about her war time work. when people asked, and the rarely did, she’d just say she was a humble typist.

A little over a year from the end of, WW2 Margaret found romance, love and marriage. A hansom tall blond, young lieutenant in the the special services, But sadly her time of passion and romance wasn’t to last, her husband, of only 10 months. Killed in action whilst assisting the French resistance fight against the Nazi foe. Her short marriage was yet, another facet of her life she never talked about. Margaret let people presume she was just spinster.

Margaret’s dedication and hard work and self sacrifice in the service of her country, didn’t go totally forgotten. HMG did take care of Margaret for the rest of her working life. Although any official recognition was never given, she was paid well with the addition of her widows pension.

Margaret sadly never found romance again her life and lived as a spinster, working in the civil service as a PA to government officials. Sometimes she was sent on special assignment, to GCHQ in Cheltenham, work she really enjoyed, with some jobs lasting weeks or even months. Fighting foreign threats to the UK, from governments abroad.

Then during the 1970’s one of her bosses had a son in his teens, an interesting young man, that to Margaret’s inner guilt aroused her passions, nearly 30 years had passed since the end of WW2 and Margaret’s life had been loveless.

She lived a fantasy life of romance novels and memories of her now, long dead husband and their all to short, yet passionate marriage. So when this hansom young man appeared in her life, although she was now 50 on the outside she was still that young woman of 20 something inside’ with all the same passion and lust.

Adam a fit and athletic young man, interested in the world around him, subjects of archaeology, History and geology in particular.

He could analyse a landscape and tell anyone the story hidden within the view.

Margaret’s love of puzzles, fascinated Adam and on the rare occasions they met at his fathers office they would chatter away happily together .

To Margaret, Adam didn’t seem phased by the age gap and she likewise enjoyed the banter and conversation, with such a hansom young man, just 18, born in 1956. He would compliment her on her dress and hair telling her how attractive she looked. She often caught him looking at her figure and in particular her ample bosom and still shapely bottom.

Margaret would fantasise about either, she seducing the young man or Adam seducing her. She’d lay in bed at night and pleasure herself as she imagined a fit young man kissing and loving her body and his hot young cock thrusting into her wet cunny.

Thinking that she’d never ever be alone with Adam in real life, Margaret lived in her fantasy.

Then her boss suggested that Margaret might like to take Adam out for a day to the seaside.

Adam had told his father, that Margaret was a most interesting person and that he’d like to spend time with her.

Margaret’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of spending a whole day or even possibly days, with a hansom young man just come of age.

“I’m just to wicked.” she thought to herself. “No! he’d never want to have an old woman or would he?”

So on a beautiful sunny June day in 1975, Margaret collected Adam from his family home at 07:30. She’d had get up at 05:30, she’d bathed chosen clothes that were not to revealing yet a little less plain than her normal office attire. A yellow blouse, she’d not worn since she didn’t know when, a belted knee length gypsy style skirt , . That she knew dated to before Adam was born!

Her underwear she chose very carefully, a fully wired ¾ cup bra, that held her breasts up perfectly, enhancing her ample cleavage. She’d noticed Adams eyes wander to stare furtively, on several occasions.

She had always had and still had lovely legs, so she had shaved them, along with her pubic hair. In fact she’d shaved her pubic hair to leave her cunny bare, except for a thin strip covering her mons. Being a red head, her pubic hair was rather thin anyway. So as she’d finished her toilet, looking at her sex in the mirror made her cunny extremely aroused and wet and she hadn’t been able to resist rubbing herself to climax, even after an orgasm she still felt very, very randy.

Pulling on her stockings and attaching them to her suspender belt hadn’t helped her composure either and when avrupa yakası escort bayan she finally pulled peach coloured Silk kami knickers on , she couldn’t resist sitting on her bed and looking in her wardrobe mirror to see if her cunny was exposed, if she , accidentally!, opened her legs as she might do if Adam held the car door open for her.

“You wicked, wicked woman.” she said to herself, as stood up and smoothed her clothes. Pleased with the view she’d seen. “If he doesn’t make a move, I’ll have to… Just, try harder.”

********

Margaret was very pleased with her attire, as she drove her 1964 white, convertible Morris Minor. Her summer car. That spent most of the year in the garage.

But now at 09:14, the sun shining and with the roof down, they were driving along the A24 towards Brighton.

Adam was extremely happy to be out on his own with such a beautiful woman, it didn’t matter to him she was 30 years older than him, old enough to be his mother.

In fact to him she was, maybe, the most sexy woman he knew. She wore clothes that enhanced her still hourglass figure. That bra she was wearing was making his cock throb, he was sure she’d undone another button since she’d collected him from his parents house, and that glimpse of her pussy as he’d helped get into the car, was unbelievable. He’d had to adjust himself as he got into the passenger side, his cock wouldn’t go down no matter what he thought of.

Margaret was intelligent, she seemed to understand him on every level. Never seemed to get bored, when he enthused about a subject or object.

To him Margaret was wonderful. He would find himself looking at her breasts, imagining what they would look like naked. In fact he wondered what she would look like completely naked anyway. Over the last few months he spent a lot of time imagining what it would be like to actually have her.

As they drove along the A24, Adam watched fascinated as the hem of Margaret’s skirt slowly rode up further and further, as little drafts of wind lifted the light fabric. Her shapely legs where sheathed in stockings and before long her stocking tops became visible.

Adams cock hardened, his erection pushing his shorts up making a tent, his cock the ridge pole.

He watched Margaret’s face making sure she wasn’t looking, so he could adjust his cock so it wasn’t so obvious.

Margaret had noticed his fidgeting, and was delighted to see her effect on her young companion. Her cunny began to tingle, she quickly glanced down and saw that her thighs and stocking tops had become visible and knew instantly, why Adam had become so uncomfortable. Margaret decided to break the ice. If stocking clad thighs had, had such an effect on Adam. He wouldn’t need much encouragement to go further than just look.

“Oh, Adam I hope my legs aren’t making you to uncomfortable. You seem to be in a little trouble there?” She said in a calm matter fact way.

“E..eer eer. I’m sorry. I know it’s.. wrong but, you are, eer, very beautiful” He stuttered, his face flushing red. “and I love stockings, they always turn me on. I’m so, so, sorry Margaret

” Don’t worry, I’m not angry. But why would a hansom boy such as you look at an old woman like me?” Margaret smiled reassuringly. “let me turn off and find somewhere secluded , and you can adjust yourself.”

“Margaret you’re stunning, I think about you all the time. I’m sorry that you had to see me like this , but I can’t help it. My willy seems to have a mind of it’s own. Most of the time!” Adam was even more excited, Margaret wasn’t angry with him. He’d had a similar reaction at school when he saw, Miss Stafford’s stocking clad legs, then he’d been ridiculed and called a pervert, and given the cane.

But Margaret seemed to be hinting that she liked the idea of being ogled at, by a young man, with apparently very naughty thoughts on his mind. His cock grew even harder, and he had to hold it to relieve some of the tension created by his shorts. He couldn’t wait for Margaret to find somewhere quiet, he pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his shorts and plunged his hand inside his shorts and pulled his erection up, so that it was still hidden by his shirt but now held down by the waistband of his shorts flat to his tummy.

“Is that better?” Margaret cooed. She hadn’t been able to see his cock as Adam adjusted himself, and she couldn’t look, for fear of having an accident. Then she saw a little side road approaching and began slow and indicate that she was turning off.

Suddenly they were driving up an ancient green lane, steep banks on either side and and a canopy of intertwined branches overhead. The road was very steep and before long Margaret had changed down to second gear and the engine complained at the effort, but the woods soon cleared and the road began to level, there was a view out over the south downs the sea glistening in the distance. Margaret drove off the road, onto the istanbul escort bayan grass parking the little car as level as possible. She applied the hand brake, turned off the engine and turned and smiled at Adam.

She pulled the hem of her skirt a little higher revealing the her silk clad crotch.

“So young man you’ve been fantasising about an this old woman? You know I should be, very, very angry, and shout at you for being a little pervert etc. etc. But I’m not angry , I’m excited.

Do you wank off and spend, thinking about me? Do you imagine seeing these?” she pointed at her large firm bosom. “Naked? Do you imagine your manhood inside my wet cunny?”

Adam was nearly dumb struck, Margaret had put into words all his wicked thoughts.

“Yesssssssss! I fucking well do. Oh Margaret, you really aren’t angry? I want to see all of you , look!” With that he pulled his skirt up, and the waistband of his shorts down, revealing his circumcised erection gleaming in the mid morning sunshine a large purple head shinning bright oozing pre-cum.”

It was Margaret’s turn to exclaim “Oooooh wow, that! is! beautiful, hold it up so I can see. Oooh yes Adam you are going to see all of this old lady, most definitely. I’m going to let you have me. Which ever, what ever, way you want me. I don’t know what’s come over me but , but .. well.. To be frank I don’t fucking care. I’ve lived my life far to long in the slow lane. Adam I want you to fuck me, OK?”

Before she’d quite finished her astonished statement, Adam had climbed over the gear stick, and was kissing Margaret’s mouth probing with his tongue. His hands searching her body his left-hand went down between her legs, and his right grasped hold of her left breast. Margaret returned the kiss with equal passion.

TOOOOOOOOT blared, the cars horn. They both froze the moment gone, and both of them jumped back as if electrocuted.

They both laughed and laughed, blushing at each others shocked reaction to the sudden interruption.

“Fuck that! Bloody horn. I nearly had a heart attack.”Margaret explained, almost angry at the break in their passion. Margaret was so turned on, she could still feel the pressure of Adams fingers on her cunny, in fact she thought she could feel that his finger had actually been inside her. She looked at him to see him smelling his fingers, and then his tongue came out and tentatively and licked her wetness. His face questioned the taste and them he licked his fingers again.

“Mmmm, you smell nice and taste nice too.”

“Stop it, Adam. You really are, to naughty, thank you, though.” Margaret was now so turned on she was past caring. she scanned the hillside and saw no one. But it was to open up here on the downs. But she knew she could do one thing and not be seen.

“Lets get in the back, there’s a little bit more room and no bloody horn.” With that she opened the drivers door and got out, she lifted her skirt and pulled her silk knickers down taking them off. Adam got out the passenger side and pushed the seat forward and climbed into the rear, as the car had no roof he could stand up one foot either side of the transmission duct. Margaret got in from her side and sat on the red leather bench seat, putting Adam right in front of her face. she pulled his shorts and under pants down allowing his rampant cock to spring out into the bright sunshine.

“You have a most beautiful willy, young Adam. Aunty Margi’s is going to suck it for you.” She leant forward and grasped Adams cock. she hadn’t had a cock in her mouth in 30 years and this one was, so hard, so silky soft so thick and veined, as she swallowed half its glorious length. She tasted pre cum salty and sweet. Adam groaned with pleasure.

“Careful or I’ll cum.” He whispered. Margaret pulled his cock out of her mouth , and breathlessly said “You can cum, cum for me baby, cum in your Margi’s mouth. I’ll swallow all you can give me.”

With that Margaret took Adams cock back in her mouth , swirled her tongue around the beautiful glands, pumped the shaft with her hand, she bobbed her head back and forth, dribbling all over the iron hard shaft.

Adam was so worked up he came in seconds, he’d never had his cock sucked, good girls didn’t do that sort of thing.

A great flood of semen gushed from him, and Margaret swallowed ever drop. She felt her insides flood and an orgasm ran through her body. This was better than her wildest imaginations.

Oh how she’d missed, the real pleasure, and sense of power of satisfying a man, having him in her absolute control. 30 years, wasted .

Never accepting the advances, of men in all those years . But there had never been any, beautiful blond men like a her late husband, or the young man that she just so wonderfully satisfied. She couldn’t help herself and began to cry.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s not your fault, it’s me for being a silly old lady.”

Adam knelt down onto the seat and kissed tear streaked face. “I’ve wanted you anadolu yakası escort bayan for so long, my beautiful Adam. We’ve wasted so much time together, and the worst part is we will have to keep it secret, otherwise people will judge us. Particularly me! They will say I’m a sick old lady, seducing a boy old enough to be her son.”

“Margaret, Margaret my love, don’t worry, we can come out for days like this. Even go away for weekends and no one will suspect us. We can pretend to be Mother and son, if you like.”

Margaret kissed him on the mouth and he could taste his own cum, which made them both tremble with further excitement.

“We need to find somewhere, more comfortable and private. Pull up your shorts, and we’ll take the picnic and walk down the hill to those woods, we drove up through. I’m sure we can find a secluded spot.”

Margaret’s practical side clicked in and took control. The car locked, the picnic hamper and blanket collected from the boot, they walked down the hill toward the ancient wood of Oak and Beech.

The wood skirted the hill and after finding a style they climbed over the fence into the cool green forest. Aged boughs arching above them, the main path ran parallel with the fence but after 50 yards. Then a small less used path branched off down hill. In only a few more yards, this new path seemed to just vanish, at the top of a small cliff. However on closer inspection they saw rough steps cut into the small cliff only about 10 feet high. Adam went first carefully climbing down to the bottom of the cliff , he carried the hamper, the steps were difficult but he managed to get down safely. He put down the hamper and looked up to see Margaret coming down the steps, she held up the hem of her loose gypsy skirt. Giving Adam glimpses of her stocking clad legs.

His cock had become hard again, just watching Margaret descend the steps. She’d held the hem so high, he could even see her cunny, he hadn’t seen a cunny so bare before. The pictures he’d seen always showed thick bushes of black hair.

Margaret smiled down at him. “I hope I’m not showing to much young man? But I have to hold my skirt up so I can see where I’m going. That last bit I think I will turn round, and come down backwards.” With that she turned around and started to come down the last few steep steps holding on with her hands.

Adam reached up, and as the hem of her skirt came within reach he took hold and let the material ride up as he held her thighs and as she got the last step and the base of the cliff her hips. Margaret’s bottom was naked white and firm. Adam slowly turned her around and knelt in front her, he pushed gentle back to rest on the chalky cliff. Leaning forward he tentatively pushed his tongue in her musky cunny.

“Ooo… no, not here. I won’t be able to stay standing here, if you do that. Put the blanket down for me to lie on.” Adam didn’t listen or maybe didn’t want to listen, and buried his face into her crotch.

Margaret fought with all her strength, to stay standing but her knee’s collapsed. Forcing Adam down as well, he couldn’t keep contact with her cunny. He stood up and looked at this wonderful woman weak and dishevelled, before him.

Taking the blanket he looked for a level piece of ground nearby with no visible stones poking up, just few yard away was a grass covered area, perfect.

He laid the blanket out placed the hamper next to it, and returned to Margaret, who was still sitting at the bottom of the steps. One leg straight and one leg bent.

“Would madam care to come and lie down?” Adam asked. He extended a helping hand, which Margaret took and allowed herself to be pulled up. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Finally lying on the blanket her skirt around her waist, her sex open to the air and her legs spread wide Adam knelt between her thighs and began again to pleasure her with his mouth.

The sensation was wonderful, Adams tongue found all the right places. He gently flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit, then circled around and around . She pushed on the back of his head encouraging him to go deeper. without a word he understood and began probing her folds with his tongue.

Margaret’s moans began to get louder, as her climax approached.

“Oooh.. don’t stop please. Yes there, harder and little faster. Yes like that. Ooh don’t stop.” Adam complied and was soon rewarded with moans of delight and Margaret’s hip pushing up, as her climax coursed through her cunny . This one a full, a proper one, raged through her sending wave after wave of pleasure through body, her cunny tingled, her tummy tingled, her nipples tingled, even her toes tingled.

Adam sat back on his heals the leaning forward undid the buttons of Margaret’s blouse, soon revealing her 3/4 wired bra which held her breasts , encased in lacy fabric. Margaret pulled him to her face , kissing him passionately.

“OH darling that was wonderfully satisfying, I think you’d better stick that lovely cock of yours in me before. I go completely mad with lust.”

Adam pushed his shorts and pants down taking them off over his plimsolls, his erection springing free.

He moved himself between Margaret thighs and laying above her supported on his arms he moved forward. She put her hand between her legs grasped the hard erection and guided it into her all to willing flesh.

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One month had passed since the deal had been struck by Hale and Jen. Both parties were sticking to their agreement and Hale had now loss 22 total pounds and Jen had provided two subsequent blow jobs. The first had occurred only five days after the deal had begun as Hale had begun his routine with great gusto, losing thirteen pounds in that time. The weigh in that day had been done at the end of a particularly good day on the treadmill and as the club was busy they had agreed to meet up in the parking lot after her shift had ended. They had planned well enough to have Hale be her last client of her shift.

Jen remembered how Hale practically ran out the door with an erection and she had met him several minutes later in his car, where he was covering his free and fully erect penis with his jacket in the event that someone inadvertently walked by.

“Well now…look who is ready!” His cock appeared a bit bigger than it had last time and was a bright red and deep purple color as it seemed to strain for air. “Let’s see if you can hold on for a few more minutes than last time sailor.”

“Aye-aye skipper,” he moaned as her lips encircled his engorged cock head. Their last time had been a rushed and messy engagement in the club massage room, and Hale had cum in less than two minutes. Jen decided to apply less force and take her time. Although still heavy and weighing in at three hundred and fourteen pounds, Hale’s body was clean and smelled it.

Jen erenler escort bayan loved the smell of the cock and balls of an excited man. She concentrated on her saliva and her seal on his cock, making sure that she swirled her tongue on him at the very top and never really letting his cock escape her lips.

Hale’s hands had rested mostly on her head and shoulders while she performed for him. Their agreement called for intercourse only after Hale had achieved his actual end goal, hopefully at the end of one year. She was feeling pretty horny though and released him for a minute to adjust her wet panties and to remove them.

Watching the question in his eyes, Jen returned her head to his crotch and shifted her ass a bit, lifting her skirt and said “just because we can’t fuck doesn’t mean you can’t make momma happy.”

It became pretty clear that both parties would enjoy their arrangement hereafter. Hale’s fingers deftly found their mark and Jen jumped as he quickly and forcefully entered her with two fingers. He alternated directions and force and easily had Jen moaning in several seconds. Her moans somewhat stifled by his cock, the vibrations only added to his happiness and she felt him adjusting his back to deliver the rushing flood of cum.

She lifted her head and directed him to breathe and then gave herself a moment or two to enjoy the sensation of his plunging dudullu escort bayan hands. “Oh, that’s right! Finger fuck me! Make me cum hard.” Jen enjoyed dirty talk, especially because it really seemed to work on Hale and even though he had lasted much longer tonight, she was quickly rewarded with his orgasm of five powerful jets of cum that she did her best to swallow immediately.

She couldn’t see Hale’s face when he came, but she could feel his whole body tense and as she captured his juice in her mouth, she felt him relax and breathe again. After several moments she released him from her mouth with a soft pop and concentrated on the feeling of her own building orgasm. Hale’s fingers with long and thick and he kept his nails smooth and trim. He also knew how to touch a woman and the warmth of her body soon washed over his hands as she climaxed softly.

“Wow, Hale. Pardon my saying so, but your wife is a lucky woman.”

Hale seemed surprised by the statement, considering what they had just done and was quiet for a few moments.

“Sorry Hale, I didn’t mean to say it that way but….”

“Actually no worries. I was just thing about how your goal of helping my marriage as a side benefit is already paying off. Mandy made a comment about my progress and I couldn’t help but jump her bones each of the last two nights.”

“Way to go buddy!” Jen’s look was more distant than her beykoz escort bayan words, remembering her own comments about her husband and thinking that she was horny enough to ride his arrogant cock tonight.

Sensing a closing of her mind, Hale thought he should apologize for bring it up. “We should probably avoid talking about them.”

“No its okay. They are both part of why we are here, but I can’t help but be jealous of what you have.” I she wanted to say more, she didn’t and instead turned her eyes away from him and back to his now semi hard cock. “Well look who is still around!”

Hale’s cock twitched a bit with her attention and started to grow. She leaned down and gave him a ball to tip lick and said “see you next time big fella. I’d ride you now, but I want to save that for later.”

Turning back to him in her difficult position in his front seat, Jen offered him a kiss and put on her underwear and left the car as she smoothed her skirt. Before closing the door she turned and asked him “How do I look?”

“Like you just sucked my cock and walked right into a fashion magazine.”

“Careful Hale, talk like that is going to get you bonus blow jobs.” And with that Jen shut the door and walked away.

As he tried to tuck his erection into his boxers and pants, Hale watched Jen’s ass sway as she walked to her car and gave a wave as she got in and drove off. Out loud but to himself he said: “I may just be the luckiest man alive.”

Hale never noticed that his other car was parked two rows behind his in the parking lot. He certainly did not notice the disbelief and bewilderment in her eyes. Mandy’s suspicions, improbable as she thought them to be at first were now confirmed. Her only problem was that she had no idea how to deal with the mixture of emotions she was now feeling.

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WARNING:

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This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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I’d screwed things up really good. Oh yeah, I had Maggie back, hornier than ever and much more active in the sack. But as a result of interdependent changes I’d made by going back in time and having first sex with the younger versions of women I knew, I’d lost my daughter Felice. What used to be her room was now an office.

“I got your good suit cleaned for the wake,” said Maggie as I stared into Felice’s old bedroom, now a home office.

Damn! And Mrs. Hendricks was still dead, too early in life because of changes I’d made. There was no direct causality, but she was alive before I started time-influenced cherry busting, and now she wasn’t. “Thanks.”

Maggie wanted another frolic in bed but my heart wasn’t in it. No Mrs. Hendricks and no Felice? My pleasure had a huge price to pay, something I didn’t want Maggie reminding me.

I lazed around the house watching random channels, reading magazines, and avoiding the office. When time got close, I took a shower, and had to physically push Maggie away when she decided that she wanted a vertical coupling under a warm spray. I picked a pressed white shirt and conservative tie from the rack. Maggie wore a simple black dress that made her look phenomenal. Too bad it was time to go, because at that moment, I was ready for the sex she’d pestered me for all day.

I didn’t know Mrs. Hendricks very well, maybe at all. I recognized her poster-sized photo at the entrance to the room at the local mortuary. Maggie signed both of our names into the remembrance book. Most of the people there knew her from public service, like serving on the Board of the library, and her work with the Parent-Teacher Organization. Her grown-up children, parents in their own right, showed off their kids, yet another generation. I avoided looking in the casket. Too creepy.

A few steps away from the main attraction, a woman who I immediately recognized as the antique shop owner was pushing a wheelchair. I presumed the pushee was her mother. The shop owner looked at me as if she recognized me. From her first sex or the day I bought the silver clock? In both cases, I was the same current age. I considered that if I was really my age back when she was eighteen, I’d be even older than her mother in the wheelchair.

I nodded my head.

“You owe me something,” said the shopkeeper.

Maggie chose that moment to join me and take my arm. “Dear, what’s the matter?”

“Your husband has something of mine.” She scowled. “I want it back.” Her voice got louder.

Her mother in the wheelchair looked kadıköy escort bayan up for the first time. Her eyes went wide. “I know you. Oh yes, I know you.”

The shopkeeper turned her attention to her mother. “No, Mama, you’re mistaken. You’ve never met-“

Her mother almost bolted out of her chair. She reached for me, and I backed up. “Yes I do, dammit. I know him!”

Another man walked over. “Dutchie, calm yourself or you’ll have another stroke.”

The only thing that made any sense was that Dutchie was the older woman in the picture on the younger shopkeeper’s side table the day I shared her first intercourse. But that day I’d only met her father, who’d socked me back to the present with a stroke of his baseball bat.

To avoid further embarrassment, the shopkeeper rolled her mother away. “I’m not done with you.” She almost spat the words.

“What was that all about?” asked Maggie. “Did you steal something from her?”

I’d taken her virginity and her clock, but paid for the latter. And hadn’t stopped paying, with Mrs. Hendricks dead and Felice only in my memory. “No, there’s a misunderstanding. I bought an antique from her, with a legitimate receipt. She set the price, and now is upset because she made it too low.” I lied. How could I explain any of this to Maggie?

“Maybe you should renegotiate the price. It’s only money.”

If paying the old shopkeeper would bring Felice back and revive Mrs. Hendricks, I would have done it in an instant. But I was stubborn. The clock was mine, and no one was going to take it from me. “We had a fair deal.” Seventy-two cents wasn’t a fair price and I knew it. But the clock had caused grief as well as pleasure. What would a fair price be?

“That’s an odd, name don’t you think?” asked Maggie. “Dutchie? They didn’t look Dutch.”

“Probably a nickname. Maybe she liked going Dutch treat.”

“I wonder why she was so insistent that she knew you? Do you think that’s possible?”

“Never saw the woman in my life,” I replied. “Never.”

“Well, she sure knew how to make a fuss.”

We left the mortuary shortly thereafter. Maggie was more subtle, undressing in front of me down to bra and panties but getting ready for bed in the bathroom.

When Maggie came out prepared for bed, she wore a peignoir that was so transparent it was almost not there. I couldn’t avoid her in the proximity of our marital bed, so I accepted her sexual advances. In fact, I threw myself into the action, rolling her off me, onto her back, and fucking her like it was our first time. In one way, it was, at least, the first time with this version of Maggie. I prayed that she was ovulating and that we were making a daughter, just eighteen years later than the last time.

Exhausted, I rolled over and curled up. Dutchie’s accusation echoed in my head as I drifted off to sleep.

—

I stood in a room decorated with antique wooden furniture. Looking out the window, we were several stories up. Built into one wall was a bed, decorated in pastel colors. The designer had put decorative bedposts at both ends, a few inches from the wall that enclosed the sleeping surface. And hovering above one of those bedposts was a naked young woman. She looked very much like the antiques shopkeeper, but not the same person. Besides, I’d already delivered her first fucking. ataşehir escort bayan No, this was a relative. “Dutchie?”

The young woman looked up from her pursuit of impaling herself, her vagina, on the bedpost. “What did you call me?”

“Sorry, I’m confused. What’s your name?” Odd thing to ask, seeing her naked, but a conversation was necessary, and I didn’t have a name for her except adorable.

“None of your business. What are you doing in my bedroom?” She wobbled directly over the wooden penis substitute.

She deserved better, and better was in my pants. “I’m here-” I paused. Should I tell her the truth? Why not? Because if she lowered herself, then the game would be over. “I’m here to make love to you.”

“You are? Who sent you? My mother?”

“No. I knew you were preparing to do that-” I pointed to her precarious position. “And I thought you deserved the real thing.”

She fell back onto the bed, legs wide. Tears flowed like a river. I approached, uncertain how to proceed. As I passed her desk, I took note of the calendar. 1939. “Everyone has an escort to the World’s Fair but me. Ugly, hideous me.”

Dutchie – I didn’t know what else to call her – wasn’t ugly, more like plain. She wasn’t wearing make-up – or anything else – so I couldn’t tell how she presented herself to the men of that decade. Some clothes were thrown across a chair next to the desk. Her body was certainly desirable enough, if any guy could get past the padded shoulders and up the long skirts I saw. “I’ll take you.” I knew I’d probably have some calamity and never get to the Fair, but if I could avoid doom, I would take her. After taking her to bed, of course.

“You will?” She threw herself at me, hugging me close.

“Yes, I promise.” Her eyes drank in my soul, and I kissed her with honest passion. She was already horny after all, prepared to satisfy herself on the bedpost. I was offering a real man with a real cock who could do so much better.

She pulled back and stared. “Your clothes are very strange.”

I was in cotton pajamas with a baseball theme. Bats and balls and gloves. “Then I’ll take them off, so I don’t offend you.” And before she could object, I was naked, my cock pointing at her. “Would you like to use this-” I held my penis up for inspection. “Instead of that?” I stroked the bedpost with my other hand.

She knelt down and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked the entire thing, humming as she went. I felt the urge to fuck her face but held back. I wasn’t sure oral sex counted on these temporal sexual encounters, and I didn’t want to blow my chance.

“Mmm, I don’t know who sent you here, but I must buy them a gift of gratitude.” Her arms surrounded my neck, bringing my body within inches of hers. My cock was against her belly. She laid back and spread her legs. “I want this.” She took my cock in hand. I leaned forward and let her put it into place. “Oh my, that feels good.”

“This will only feel better.” I pushed a bit too hard. She cried out. I hoped no one else was in the apartment. I smothered her cries with kisses, my lips covering hers. “It only hurts for a moment. Lay still so you can used to it.” I brushed away a tear.

I felt her pussy relax. Without moving, my cock slid deeper. A combination of precut and her own juices lubricated the way.

“Make ümraniye escort bayan love to me,” she whispered. “Just like in the movies.”

I didn’t know what movies were current. Certainly nothing too risqué. So I faked it, letting my fingers drift up and down her body, teasing her nipples, stoking her thighs, cupping her buttocks, drawing her closer. Her body began to hump the bed. I repositioned and bumped my head on the ceiling of the in-wall sleeping area. When I came back down flat on her body, she wiggled one leg behind me, trapping me from an easy escape. So I did what the God of Time intended. I fucked her good and hard and deep. And she loved it, all right. “What’s you name?” she cried out.

I pulled the 1939 president and vice president’s names from memory and combined them. “Frankie Garner.”

“Are you in politics, Frankie, because you have the name for it.”

“No, I’m an entrepreneur. I work for myself. And your name?”

“Mary Louise. But I think I like your nickname better. Dutchie.”

I thrust over and over, giving Dutchie the first and best fuck of her life.

“Oh Frankie, I love you so much.” I got innumerable kisses until her body went stiff. I plunged a few more times and shared my orgasm juices with her.

A sputtering car engine arrived near the building, the sound wafting through an open window. “My parents,” gasped Dutchie. “They’re home. They can’t find you here! I’m not allowed to have gentleman callers.”

I sat up and smashed my head into the ceiling of the built-in bed. Everything went dark.

—

I stretched my arms. No one was in bed with me. Maybe Maggie got up early to fix me breakfast before we had a morning fuck. Into the bedroom strode Angie the redhead. She was slamming her fingers into the local newspaper. “Did you see this? Mrs. Hendricks was reelected to the PTO and the Library Board. Again!”

I took a deep breath. Mrs. Hendricks was alive! “I know you’re disappointed, but there’s always next year.” While exhaling, I realized that Maggie was out of my life again, and that somehow Angie, in her white bathrobe, was my wife this time around. That didn’t make sense. I’d already had Angie, as her first sexual partner in the motel room, arranged by her mother. Angie’s sexual history didn’t need repair.

“Just once, I’d like someone to appreciate me.”

Where was Angie’s real husband Jason? Angie had told me while drunk that he thought she was a lousy lay. I thought she was quite successful, especially for her first time. With her red hair wild and turbulent, I was anxious to test Jason’s hypothesis. “I do.”

“No you don’t. You don’t find me fit at all. Not as a mother and not as a leader.”

“That’s not true.” I reached out one hand. Angie stepped away. Is that why we were back together? I was dispatched for first-time fucks, not marriage repair or counseling. I expanded my considerations. Before, Angie and Jason had a daughter. Stephanie, if memory served? I wondered what plans Angie had about Stephanie’s first time, given how well it went between us? Maybe I was here to have consensual sex with Stephanie? “Is Stephanie home?” If she and I had a son, I was about to be terribly embarrassed.

“Yes, I woke her up a few minutes ago. Sleeping in, like her lazy father.”

I threw back the covers. I’d slept in a t-shirt and jockeys.

“Don’t you go near her, dressed like that!” Angie shouted in a stage whisper. “And keep your hands off!”

So if I’d already had Angie and Stephanie was off limits, then who was I supposed to fuck?

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It was a sultry day as the sun was setting in the background. Brad had put in his days work and was ready to have a little bit of fun for the evening. He went in and took his shower, and shaved. Then walking into the bedroom, he went to the closet to get out his Wrangler’s and a nice shirt. After laying them on the bed he went to his underwear draw and pulled out his silk boxers and a pair of white socks. He walked over to the bed and started getting dressed. As he dressed his mind was wondering to the evenings events. He knew that tonight was going to be special and that he had to be his best.

After finishing dressing he grabbed his cowboy boots and slipped them on. He walked toward the front door flipping the light out behind him and grabbing his black Stetson hat from the rack. “Yes, to nights the night. Tonight is the night that I have my dream of making out on the fire engine.” He thought as he walked to his truck.

When he arrived at Mary Lou’s hotel room, he held a bouquet of yellow roses in his soft long hands. He knocked on the door and waited patiently for her to answer it.

As she opened the door, she saw how tall and handsome he looked in his tight wranglers and t-shirt. Gazing at the yellow roses, she motioned for him to come in, as her eyes followed the length of his long body.

“Thanks, for the gorgeous yellow roses. They are my favorite kind of roses,” she said as she closed the door behind her.

“Your most welcome” he said as he looked at her pretty soft smile and gleaming brown eyes.

She was dressed in a nice button up blouse that showed off her bust line and a nice jean skirt that showed off her well shaved and tanned legs. She had on a pair of sandals that showed her freshly painted toenails that matched her fingernails. He was admiring her long brunette hair that lay across her shoulders just right.

Taking the roses from him she walked across the room to get a vase to put them in. She sat the vase on the nightstand. She turned and walked across the room to her little clutch purse. As she picked up her purse and keys, she turned out the lamp on the table beside them.

“Ready” she spoke in a soft voice.

“Yes, I am” as he opened the door for her.

She walked out and he followed shutting the door tight behind him and turning the knob to be sure that it was locked. He wrapped his arm gently around her shoulders as they walked down the long corridor to the front door of the hotel. Pushing open the door, she walked out into the sunset with him close behind.

“So what’s the plan?” she said, looking up into his eyes.

“Well, I thought that we could go to dinner and then back to the fire station where we could spend some time together.”

“Sounds good to me. Do you have any special place you want to go to dinner at?” she said.

“Well, I was thinking about the steak house if that is alright with you” as he kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Smiling with the twinkle in her eyes, “yes that would be great!”

He opened the truck door for her. She climbed in and slides across to the middle of the truck. He climbed in behind her. He leaned in and kissed her soft lips before starting the engine. acıbadem escort bayan As they drove to the steak house she rested her long soft fingers on his upper leg and listened to the soft country music. The drive to the steak house was short.

Once at the steak house, he helped her to the ground and slipped his hand around her waist. He held onto the belt loop on the backside of her jean skirt as they walked toward the doors to the steak house. Once inside, they were seated in the dimly lit far corner of the nonsmoking area of the steak house.

The waitress took their order and brought back the drinks. As he slid his hands up and down her inner thighs, he talked to her about her trip down and if she thought that she would enjoy herself in Dallas. Looking her straight in the eyes as he talked to her, he leaned in and kissed her soft lips darting his tongue in and out. She felt chills run down her spine as she kissed him back using tongue action. Wrapping her hand behind his neck, she pulled him closer and kissed him passionately.

“Excuse me, but your dinner is ready,” the waitress said shyly. “Will there be anything else right now?”

” No, thanks it looks good” he mumbled as she sat it in front of them.

“Well, I will check back later,” the waitress replied.

As they ate their dinner, they flirted with each other and chatted about different things that they enjoyed. Upon finishing dinner, they sat hand in hand, until the waitress brought the check. After paying for dinner, he helped her to her feet, as he rubbed her ass before locking hands together.

Once outside, they kissed softly and passionately as they turned to walk to the truck across the parking lot. Again opening the door, he let her slid in first and then climbed in beside her. Taking her hand, she slid it up close to his upper thigh then back to the kneecap several times. This flirtatious act was a major turn on as he felt his cock slowly hardening against his jeans.

He pulled in and parked his truck behind the fire station. Before turning the engine off, he looked her in the eyes and said, “you sexy little tease you,” as he kissed her.

Once in the station, he showed her around. Pulling her close, and holding her tight he kissed her lips and slowly along the check bone to her ear. Shivers running down her spine, he continued down her neck stopping to nibble on it lightly. “Follow Me,” he said with a grin on his face.

Once at the fire truck, he helped her up the ladder to the top. Amazed at what she saw, “oh my gosh, I never would have dreamed that we would make out on top of the fire truck.”

On top of the truck were a blanket laid out, and a radio with soft music coming out of it. He smiled as he laid her down on the blanket. Picking up where he left off, he kissed her neck lightly and down to the first button of her blouse. Using his teeth, unfastening each button, slipping the blouse over her shoulders so that her bra-covered breast was shown. Rubbing his soft hands over her shoulder, and down to her fingertips.

Clasping his hand with hers, he kissed her gently on the shoulder, şerifali escort bayan down along her collarbone and to the edge of her bra. With his tongue he grazed her right nipple, as he continued to unfasten the front of her bra with his teeth. She flinched as she felt his lips kiss her lightly between her breasts. He licked across to her left nipple and began to suck on it as he slid her shoulders out of the bra so that her breast was free.

She moaned as he continued sucking and nibbling on her breast until the nipples was hard. Playing with them with his fingertips he kissed her stomach. Stopping at the belly button he twirled his tongue around it and gently flipped his tongue in and out of it causing her to moan more with each flick of the tongue.

Once at the top of her skirt, he undid the snaps so that it lay down at her sides. Looking at her nearly naked body, rubbing his hands down her sides to the top of her soft cotton panties. He slipped them down over her long legs kissing them slowly. Once at her feet, he started kissing back up the other leg. Spreading her legs, he began kissing her inner thighs and teasing the mound between her legs. Slipping his tongue, up and down across the lips of her soft sweet juicy slit. Darting his tongue in and out, as it rubbed across her clit.

She moaned as he continued to tease her slit, darting in and out slowly at first. Then picking up the pace he thrust his tongue deep inside and twirled it around and around teasing her clit and g-spot until he felt her body tensing up and trembling against his tongue.

Moaning loudly, she grabbed his head and shoved it deep inside her wet hot pussy juices. As she cum all over his face, he slurped up every drop of it before nibbling on the lips of her pussy.

She pushed him down on the top of the truck, as she began to pull at his shirt. As she began kissing him passionately, she pulled his shirt over his head. Then taking her soft fingers she ran them along his collarbone and down to his fingertips. She kissed his ears and nibbled on his neck. Running her fingertips back up his arms until, she reached his armpit. She kissed his hairy chest and teased him all the way until she reached the top of his jeans.

Her hands trembling, she undone his belt, and unfastened his jeans. She began sliding them down over his hips. Running her tongue across his manhood as she pulled them on down his long legs. She kissed and nibbled at his leg as she pulled his jeans to the top of his boots. Taking the boots off, she pulled his jeans off and threw them aside. She worked her way back up to his inner thighs were she nibbled at them.

Pulling at the silk boxers, until his manhood flopped out. She kissed the tip of it as she pulled his boxers over his long legs. Teasing it, with her tongue, then nibbling at his thighs until she threw his boxers to the side. Taking his balls between her fingertips, she massaged them, and then taking the tip of his cock in her mouth she licked it teasingly. She slipped her free hand around his cock, rubbing it up and down as she went.

Sucking on the tip of his manhood, she stroked üsküdar escort bayan him until it began to harden. Then going down on it further with her lips around it. She sucked a little harder with each stroke as she massaged his balls.

Slowly she ran her hand under his ass, and slipped two fingers in his asshole. She sucked him harder and with longer strides. Fucking his ass with her fingers, she felt his cock swell in her mouth. She went down on it hard as she bobbed her head up and down, she finger fucked him with each stroke. She took his cock deep in her throat and sucked it until she felt his sweet cum oozing down her throat. She licked every drop of it and swallowed as he moaned loudly.

Straddling his legs, she eased down on his cock. She began rocking back and forth as she rubbed his cock against her clit. Her tits were flopping freely as she rode his cock. She rocked back and forth, as she leaned in to kiss him. Sucking on his lips, as he reached for her tits, she flicked her tongue in and out of his mouth. With a moan as he played with her tits, she bucked her hips as his cock ramped in her pussy faster and faster.

As the pussy juices oozed out onto his balls, he moaned. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down on his cock stroking across the g-spots. As her body tensed up, she bucked her back backwards, riding faster and harder. Looking into his face, he could see the excitement about to explode in her eyes. With an evil grin, he thrust his hips up ramming his cock deep in her pussy. As they came at the same time, he pulled her down on his chest. His hands rubbing up and down her tense back as they relaxed. They lay in each other’s arms for what seemed like an eternity.

They gathered their clothes in the blanket and pitched them to the floor. He grabbed the radio and started down the ladder. As he reached the bottom, he motioned for her to slowly come down the ladder. Once on the ground, they picked up there belongs and headed to the locker room.

Once in the locker room, he leaned her over the table. He smacked her on the bare ass as he took his foot and spread her legs apart. Inserting his cock from behind, he began ramming in cock in and out faster and faster, as his balls smacked her clit. Pulling her back on his cock, he fucked her harder with each thrust as he slapped her ass leaving red handprints.

Just about the time, they was ready to come he pulled his cock out. Taking his fingers he spread her asshole, using one hand he guided his rock hard cock into her puckered up asshole. Slow at first, until her asshole took the tip of his cock in. He pounded her ass hard as he reached around and started fingering her clit and g-spot.

Screaming, she thrust back against his manhood. “Fuck me, brad fuck me”

He smacked her ass one last time as he rammed his cock deep in her asshole. In the mirror he could see her eyes roll back in her head as she let out a very loud squeal. Her body was shaking beyond control as he shot her ass full of cum. Pulling her hips back against his cock, he rapped his arms around her. He carried her into the shower and turned on the warm water.

After showering, they he dried her off and then himself. About the time they sat down to put their shoes on the fire alarm sounded. He looked over at her with a smile on his face, and then he kissed her lips softly.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, they walked out into the night air. As he took her back to the hotel, they chatted about the days events and if he would spend the night or go home to his house.

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Chapter Nine

“Are they always this loud?” Sandy asked. She was smiling as she slowly shook her head.

“Well, it has been two weeks,” I replied with a shrug. I was still standing, even after ten minute of being in the same room with her.

“Is that Lillith yelling?” she asked. I smiled and moved to a chair. I couldn’t make myself sit on the same couch as her.

“I don’t think so,” I replied. I wanted to touch Sandy so badly that I ached, but the whole situation was so surreal that I was afraid she would vanish if I tried. “My guess is that Katia is trying to fit Tyler’s dick.”

“That’s not possible,” Sandy said, looking off into the distance. I was certain she knew from personal experience. I didn’t want to think about it.

“Not for a human,” I agreed. I had so much to say, but didn’t know where to begin. We were alone for the first time since the brief encounter at the reunion.

“Why don’t we take a walk?” Sandy said.

I nodded and stood. We left the apartment and wandered around the complex. It was early October and the weather was unseasonably warm. Sandy took my hand as we passed through a nearby park. I could feel my pulse beat faster.

“So, aren’t you going to ask?” Sandy inquired with a slightly raised eyebrow. I took a deep breath.

“I’m not sure I want to know.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” Sandy replied. “But I’ve come all this way to tell you what happening at Shelly insistence. It’s not like I can go back without telling you.”

“So Shelly knows you’re here?” I asked. I knew it was a stupid question as soon as the words left my mouth. Shelly always knew where Sandy was. Sandy didn’t even bother to do much more than nod. I sighed and asked, “So, what’s the news?”

“Shelly’s career is really taking off. They’ve extended her tour,” Sandy said with a sad smile. I shook my head.

“So, she’s not coming back for Halloween?” I asked, sounding little better than I felt.

“No,” Sandy replied. “She sent me to thank you for getting ‘Ted’ to stop interfering.”

“You’re kidding?” I asked in surprise.

“No,” she replied with a shake of her head. “I was surprised myself.”

“So, what do you think she’s up to? Why did Shelly really send you with Tyler?”

“I’m not sure,” Sandy answered with a frown. “Shelly wasn’t very clear. She sent me here, told me to thank you, keep an eye on Tyler and have some fun.”

“Have some fun?” I asked in amazement.

“Those were her exact words.”

“Wow,” I said. “Either stardom has mellowed Shelly’s considerably or she’s planning something big.”

“It very well could be the former. You should see her! Shelly’s loving her new star status,” Sandy said, and then laughing added, “She barely has time to see me or Tyler, much less spend any real time with us. I was actually starting to get lonely!”

“So, did Shelly give you any limitations on what you can do while you’re here?” I asked. Sandy raised an eyebrow. She knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Don’t you have a succubus to deal with your needs?” she asked pointedly, but didn’t really look upset.

“My sexual need, yes,” I replied with a shrug. “But it’s been a long time since I made love to a woman.”

“Does that line usually work?” she teased. I pulled her to me and kissed her. It was electric. I felt whole for the first time in a long time. Her soft curves drew me to her and her imperfect smile made me grin. I really did love everything about Sandy.

“You tell me,” I joked once we finally broke from the kiss.

“Let’s go to my place,” she answered. I could see a need in her eyes that mirrored my own. Sandy led me to her car and broke quite a few traffic regulations on the way to the house she shared with Shelly and Tyler. We had the house to ourselves. Tyler would be busy with Katia and Lillith for the rest of the night and Shelly was an ocean away.

“Nice place,” I offered as we entered.

“Shut up and take off your clothes!” she snapped as she quickly shut the door and started stripping her own clothes.

“Are you always this bossy?” I asked, but I also started removing my clothes.

“Do you have any idea of how often I’ve fantasized about you over the years? Especially, the last four months?”

“No, tell me,” I replied. She stopped undressing and looked at me carefully.

“You might not want to know,” she replied softly. I tilted my head and watched her curiously. She sighed and started to explain, “Shelly really is a virgin. I don’t know why she’s never let anyone touch her, but she hasn’t.”

“Um, I thought the Devil said you two…” I began, but couldn’t finish. I blushed. It was silly, but I couldn’t help it.

“We did when we were younger,” Sandy replied. She was also blushing, but that didn’t stop her from continuing. “However, she’s never touched me since the day she made her deal with Satan and she’s never been with a man.”

“Something to do with the deal?” I frowned.

“No, I don’t think so,” Sandy said, shaking her bakırköy escort bayan head. She sighed loudly and added, “But that’s besides the point. My purpose in telling you all this is so that you understand. Shelly never touches me or anyone else for that matter, but she does use me.”

“I know,” I said quickly, trying to ease her discomfort at talking to me about this issue. “I was there in the coat check room at the reunion when Tommy Geskin and you were…well, you know.”

“That was to try and get Shelly’s career jump started. She always offered me to anybody who might remotely help her in that area, but I wasn’t only talking about that,” Sandy replied.

“What else?” I asked, desperate to know and frightened to find out.

“I helped support her while she worked at being a singer,” Sandy said, obviously working her way up to something. She looked at me and sighing added, “Look, there is no easy way to say this. Shelly used me as a relatively high priced call girl to help pay the bills. I even danced at a club two towns over.”

“That bitch!” I snapped. It was a ridiculous reaction, but I couldn’t help it. Sandy was Shelly’s slave. I understood that. I could even accept that she used Sandy to entice record executives. Yet, to me that was a lot different then using her as a prostitute.

I always thought that no matter how Shelly acted, she had to really care deeply for Sandy. After all, Sandy was a large part of the reason why Shelly took the Devil’s deal. However, that didn’t seem possible to me now.

“I can understand her giving you to a man to try and reach for her dream of stardom, but for money?” I said, getting angrier as I spoke.

“To Shelly, the money was something she needed to get to her goal. She didn’t separate the two like you obviously do,” Sandy said, sounding concerned, but not overly upset. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“You don’t seem particularly bothered by the way she’s used you,” I finally said.

“I’m not,” Sandy answered succinctly. “Oh, it bothers me a little if I think about it, but you have to remember that my whole life revolves around Shelly. Anything I do that helps her makes me feel better.”

“So you enjoyed being a prostitute?” I asked in disbelief.

“No,” she said with a pained smile. “I enjoyed being able to help Shelly.”

“I’m confused,” I said, rubbing my hand through my hair. “Did you or did you not enjoy having sex with all those men?”

“It wasn’t only men,” she said, stalling to gather her thoughts. I had a flash of her in the same bed as Lillith and maybe Katia. I really was a perverted son of a bitch!

“What does all this have to do with you fantasizing about me?” I asked.

“I’m getting to that,” she smiled. She looked nervous as she shook her head and started to explain, “Look, I won’t lie to you. I did enjoy the sex with some of the people I slept with, but not the majority. That doesn’t mean doing it didn’t make me feel good in a non-sexual way because my having sex with those stranger pleased Shelly and making her happy is my purpose in life.”

“So if pleasing Shelly is you’re life, then why are you here with me?” I asked.

“Because Shelly sent me,” Sandy replied. The words hurt, but before I could say anything she continued, “And because I love you. I’ve always loved you. As long as that love doesn’t interfere with Shelly happiness I can feel it and share it with you.”

“That not what I want,” I replied with a sigh. “I want the unconditional love two souls feel for each other when they’re meant to be together.” Sandy looked at me and smiled sadly. I though that somewhere deep down she wanted the same thing, but she couldn’t say so because of Shelly’s control.

“You know, I imagined that I was making love with you every time I was with someone. It helped me enjoy it more and allowed me to please Shelly,” she said. I smiled sadly.

“That’s what you meant about fantasizing about me.”

“That’s only part of it,” she replied. “I also daydream about us. I have so many scenes of us being together in my head that I’m surprised there’s room for anything else.”

“What kind of scenes?” I asked.

“All kinds,” she replied. “One of my favorites is of us decorating a Christmas tree.”

“So, they’re not all sexual,” I joked, forcing a smile.

“Oh, I have those too,” she teased back, and then smiling hopefully added, “I’m willing to show you some of them if you can accept the limitations my relationship with Shelly demands.”

“I can do that,” I replied with a grin, but I lost my smile as I added, “For the time being.”

“That will have to do,” she said, stepping into my embrace. We kissed again.

We stood there for as long as I could stand it, but in the end that was only a couple of minutes. I lifted Sandy into my arms carried her toward the bedrooms. Sandy laughed and pointed toward a door. We entered a bedroom with a full king güngören escort bayan sized bed. There was also a hot tub.

“Maybe later,” Sandy giggled when she saw me looking at the tub. “I can’t wait that long!”

“Me neither!” I growled. We lay next to each other on the bed. We were both naked and Sandy was slowly stoking my cock while I took my time caressing her chest. She leaned in and kissed me. I’m not sure how long we lay there, but eventually Sandy climbed on top of me and sank down on my dick. She was panting gently and biting her lower lip. Her hands were on my chest.

“This feels so good!” she cried. I didn’t trust myself to reply. Instead, I placed my hands behind my head and smiled up at her. She shook her head and added, “I guess your going to leave all the work up to me.”

“For the time being,” I replied with a grin. She rolled her eyes and slowly started riding my cock. I watched her face as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm. The desire and emotions there thrilled me more than I could say. I realized that this was more than just sex. I’d never felt this way with anyone else! Not even my ex-wife!

“Yes!” Sandy cried as she stiffened out in orgasm. She was sweating slightly and gasping for air. I watched her face as I continued to lie there smiling. My cock was hard, but I wasn’t close to cumming yet.

Sandy fell forward on my chest when she was finally done. We lay like that, my cock still in her for a few minutes as she caught her breath. I wrapped my arms around her and just lay there enjoying the weight of her against my body.

“You didn’t cum. What’s the matter?” Sandy asked once she calmed. She looked a little sad. “Not as good as the succubus?”

“Are you kidding?” I laughed, hugging her tightly. “I’ve never felt this good in all my life!”

“But…” Sandy began. I cut her off.

“Not buts,” I insisted. “I love you and that was amazing!” She made to speak again, but I covered her lips with my fingers. Her face was only a couple of inches from mine. I smiled and teased her by saying, “Don’t ruin the moment!” She bit my fingers causing me to cry out, “Ouch! You bitch!” I was half mad and half laughing.

“What are you going to do about it?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“This!” I cried, pulling her mouth to mine. She kissed me back just as hard as I kissed her. I still had my arms around her and the head of my dick was inside of her. I held her tightly and started thrusting my hips up toward her.

“It’s about time!” she snapped briefly before thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. I lowered my hands to her hips and started slamming up into her harder. I was soon moving as quickly as I could. Sandy wrapped her hands around my neck and held on.

“Not again already!” she cried a few moments later. She stiffened above me and came as I watched. Her face tightened in orgasm. I gently kissed her face until she was done.

“I could watch you do that all night,” I sighed. She was a dead weight on my chest that felt wonderful.

“I’d really like for you to join me one of these times,” she grumbled. I laughed and rolled us over. I was now on top and between her legs. I started moving in and out of her slowly. I kissed her face and neck until she started panting again. I moved to her chest and she held my head between her breasts.

“I’m getting close again!” she eventually said. I moved up and kissed her before adding, “Me too!” I started thrusting in with more force. Sandy cried out each time.

“Cum in me!” Sandy demanded suddenly.

“Soon!” I cried.

“Now!” she demanded.

“Not yet!”

“Fill me!”

“Now!” I cried out and then grunted as I thrust up into her one last time and filled her pussy with my cum.

“I can feel it!” Sandy cried out as she started shaking uncontrollably. We both continued to orgasm for quite some time. She gave me one last kiss when we were done.

“Are you up for another go?” I asked with a smile. I wasn’t anywhere near ready. All I really wanted to do was wrap her in my arms and sleep, but if she wanted more, I would find a way of giving it to her.

“In the morning,” she promised with a smile. “I’m tired. Just hold me.” I moved off of Sandy, but snuggled close. We spooned and I squeezed her tight one last time. She ran her nails along my thigh briefly and I kissed the back of her head. We both fell asleep moments later.

I woke up and smiled. The drapes were open and the dawning sun lit the room. I sighed as I remembered Sandy’s promise. I grinned and gently rubbed her breast. I looked forward to trying more of her fantasies. I had some of my own I planned on sharing with her as well.

“Sandy,” I said lovingly when she didn’t react to my touch quick enough. I could feel my cock hardening and I wanted her. I didn’t have the patience to wait for her to awake on her own. “Wake up!”

I rolled Sandy toward me. I was leaning over to kiss her when merter escort bayan I realized the truth.

“No!” I screamed as my heart stopped and my soul cried out in agony. Sandy was dead! Her face was pale and stiff and she wasn’t breathing. I jumped out of the bed.

“Satan!” I screamed. “I know what my second wish is! I want Sandy to be alive! Satan, do you hear me!” He didn’t appear and in my madness and pain I called to my old friend, “Ted!”

This time the Devil did appear. He looked at me and I think there was a touch of sadness in his eyes, but I couldn’t be certain.

“You can take both wishes! Just make her live!” I begged.

“That’s beyond the scope of your wishes,” he said calmly. “That would take a full blown miracle.”

“But…” I started to argue, however there was enough of my friend Ted in his face for me to read his expression. I wasn’t going to be able to change his mind.

“Who did this?” I asked, feeling lost and alone.

“Shelly,” he replied.

“That Bitch!” I cried. My feelings of loss turned to rage. “I want her dead! I want her to feel the worse pain imaginable! Do you hear me? Make it one of my wishes!”

“I can’t do that,” the Devil replied.

“Why?” I asked, my fists clenching and unclenching in unspent rage.

“She’s already dead,” Satan replied. “If it’s any consolidation, she is currently feeling the worse pain imaginable. Actually, it’s even worse then that.” I looked at him, only half understanding what he was saying.

“She’s dead?” I asked in bewilderment.

“Suicide,” he replied. “She used pills.”

“Why?” I found myself asking again. Satan didn’t reply.

Sandy’s life force was tied to Shelly’s. It was part of the deal Shelly made with the Devil. Her death caused Sandy to die. I had two wishes left and they were both useless.

“I could take you to her?” he offered. His words seemed to be coming from far away. It took me a moment to register.

“You can?” I asked hopefully.

“Sure,” he replied. “All you need to do is wish yourself dead.”

“You bastard!” I cried. “You bastard!”

“Oh, come on! What’s the point of living without her?” he asked.

“Nothing!” I replied. “If I thought for a moment that you’d actually let us be together, I wouldn’t even need to use a wish. I’d kill myself with my bare hands! But I know you. There is no chance of that happening!”

“So, you’ll continue living without her?” he asked.

“I don’t know about living,” I said. “But I’ll survive. Sandy would want me to.”

“Spoken like a true coward,” he said. The laughter that followed was cruel.

“I’ve never denied being a coward,” I sighed. I couldn’t feel anything. I was numb. I knew it was the shock, but it didn’t mean anything to me. “But I’m certainly not a stupid coward.”

“So, what are you going to do?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I going to spend the next month thinking long and hard,” I replied as I glared at him. “And if I’m smart enough and lucky enough, maybe I’ll find some way of getting back at you for this! After all, I still have two wishes.”

“I admire your tenacity,” Satan replied. “Have fun trying!” He laughed again and then disappeared.

I turned back toward the bed and looked one last time for the woman I loved, but she wasn’t there. What was left was a soulless corpse. I felt gnawing in the pit of my stomach as I reached for the phone. I dialed 911 to get the police. They would come and get rid of the body. I couldn’t bring myself to touch it again.

Chapter Ten

“Having fun?”

I looked up and saw Satan sitting two bar stools down. The place was all but empty this early. Later would be a different story. It would be packed with all kinds of people. It was a Monday night, but that didn’t matter. It was also Halloween.

“Long time no see,” I said. I could still feel the hatred and anger from the month before, but it was muted. He looked the same. Not me. The last month was the most difficult in my life.

“Lillith keeping you busy?” he asked.

“I haven’t seen her in two weeks,” I replied, knowing that he already knew it.

“Yes, but you did have fun those first two weeks,” he replied. I sighed as I remembered my initial reaction to Sandy’s death. I was mad, and by mad, I don’t mean angry.

“Not really,” I replied. He smiled. He knew exactly just how close I came to complete insanity. For two weeks I used Lillith to hide from my pain. She fulfilled every single one of my dark fantasies. I did things with her that sickened me. Yet, none of it bothered her. As long as there was sex involved she enjoyed it all. That was probably the only thing that stopped me from going mad now with guilt.

“I thought you were going to let her kill you,” Satan said, no longer smiling.

“I might have,” I replied honestly. I was too tired and depressed to lie. “But Katia wouldn’t let me. I think that Lillith even tried to help.”

“Lillith?” the Devil said in disbelief. He laughed and added, “She wouldn’t do anything that interfered with the possibility of her having sex. She is a succubus after all!”

“Maybe you’re right,” I said with a shrug. “But that last day she used Sandy’s likeness. She had to know how I would react to that.”

“You think she expected you to keel over and throw up all over her?” he asked, his disbelief growing.

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