I didn’t know when I first started writing this, whether to make it a quick-read, or to tell the whole story. After getting into it I realized it is a GREAT story and merits the full telling. So here it is.

When my father died a little over a year ago, my wife Valeri, and I spent several days getting his house in order and ready to sell. He had been sick a long time and I had been emotionally prepared. We worked with purpose and as much humor as possible. In the process we ran across a box of old Penthouse magazines. That evening, after a good shower, pizza and a few beers, we sat in bed and looked through several of the magazines. Valeri, I believed at the time, was a little on the conservative side. She would not easily let her inhibitions go. So I was surprised to see her interest in the photos of these lovely naked ladies. While I found them admirable in so many ways, Valeri’s appreciation was a pleasant surprise. She made comments on their sexiness and on particular parts of their anatomy – the beautiful skin of this one, the perfect nipples of that one. She even said, “I wonder how it would feel to have a full Brazilian wax job like that. I mean a day later; I know it would hurt awful when it was done.” If she noticed the tent forming in my shorts, she didn’t let on.

We began reading some of the letters that people sent in. Some were outrageous and laughable. Others were exciting and sexy as hell. After I read one aloud that described a lesbian girl’s technique for providing oral pleasure to her mate, I saw that Valeri had become flushed. Beads of perspiration formed between her breasts and on her upper lip. I made a metal note of this as I kissed the dew from her lip. A moment later I felt a hand gentle slide over my tent. She had noticed my semi-erect condition, and she was turned on!

Then we read one letter from a women who had gotten her husband inebriated until he fell asleep on the couch. She slid him over unto the coffee table, bound him to it, and blindfolded him. She invited a few of her girlfriends over for coffee and “dessert”. He woke up, bewildered and confused. He only protested for a moment, though, as the women stripped him naked, took turns with him one at a time at first, then together. He totally enjoyed it, of course. But afterwards it drove him crazy because he never found out who the women were.

Valeri felt how rock hard I had become while reading this story. She said, “Wow, you really liked that didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said, just realizing it myself. “I guess so. It was pretty cool”. She got a little smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. I thought it was because she then slid down my body and started to lick and suck my penis. That’s what I thought then, in that brief moment where I could think, before her tongue swirled like liquid honey and her lips, incredibly soft and wet, made every other part of me grow weak.

She tenderly licked and ran her soft lips over, around, and up and back. She played me like a delicate new toy until I was begging to have her. She licked under my balls then gently sucked on each one. Then she clamped down on my cock with her lips and tongue and rode up and down my shaft with purpose. In only a minute or two she brought me to an amazingly intense orgasm, ejaculating with a force beyond that of my own power. Her mouth never relaxed its grip, until I was completely spent.

When my mind finally began functioning again, I opened my eyes to see her contentedly smiling at me. Emptied, and fulfilled, I could only smile back at her. I had no words. She slid up close, lay down on her side, and swinging her leg over me, placed her head on my chest. After a few minutes of just breathing, and wondering how I got so lucky, I thought about the Penthouse letter where the lesbian detailed the proper technique for perfect cunnilingus. My libido returned. I gently started touching her head and shoulders. Just lightly running my fingertips over her lovely skin. Then down her arm and onto her breast. Softly, barely touching. Next reaching down her side and along the crest of her hip to the end of my reach. I rolled her slowly unto her back, as she looked up at me with calm, deep liquid eyes. I sat up, and leaning over her, I kissed her hair. I kissed her lips, kissed between her breasts, and then down her beautiful belly to the thatch of hair that guarded her pussy. She moved her legs apart. I nuzzled her soft fur as I swung myself around and knelt between her legs. I bent her knees and pushed her legs up. Then reaching under her hips, I lifted her bottom up until her clitoris, cunt and anus were only a breath away from my tongue. I smelled her, savored her sweet aroma and let it fill my nostrils. Her clitoris glistened as it peeked out from its hood. Her labia, lightly covered in soft tawny hair, were full, moist, and puffed out with need.

She had the most beautiful anal bud, a perfect smooth pink star that moved in and out slightly with her breathing. I wanted to follow the instructions of the lesbian, but I couldn’t Bayazıt Escort help myself. Instead, I applied my soft tongue to her bud, licking flat, back and forth. She yelped in pleasure with the first contact and moaned deeply as I continued; now moving in tiny circles around her anus. She moaned contentedly. I then began probing the little hole, forcing my tongue in as much as I could. Her moans took on a more shrill tone. After a minute or so I drew back and just looked at her. Her wet bud pulsed, opening slightly and closing. Her eyes were closed. Her tongue moistened her lips as her fist clenched the sheets of the bed. I let my breath, hot, moist and very close, expel over her pussy, moving slightly from her clit to her bud, teasing. She whimpered in anticipation. I wet my lips and clamped down on her clitoris sucking it into my mouth in one quick move. My baby shrieked and began to convulse in orgasm as I played my tongue over her captive organ. As her shaking began to subside, in a moment of inspiration I pressed my thumb onto her wet anus and she started her orgasm all over again. She had always reached orgasm easily, but this was surprisingly quick, even for her. I released my lip-lock on her clit and just gently licked it for a moment. Then I just held her there, with my breath caressing her bush.

My arms were getting tired of holding her up, but I hadn’t tasted that delicious cunt yet. I started licking her labia, softly sucking on one full lip through her pubic hair, then on the other. Each time I switched from one to the other my tongue brushed across her clitoris. And each time I did, Valeri interrupted her chorus of moans with a sudden, vocal, gasp. My arms ached, so I knew I couldn’t hold her up much longer. I changed tactics and plunged my face into her swollen vagina, trying to reach as deep as I could with my tongue. I tried to tease her clit with my nose as I tongued and licked in and out and up and down. She shuddered once, groaned long and low and began shaking uncontrollably. I ran my tongue and lips from her sweet anus to her protruding clit, penetrating as deep as I could into her tunnel each time I passed over it. My arms and shoulders hurt, my cock ached like it would explode, and she just kept on writhing in orgasm! Finally, as her shaking diminished, my left arm gave out, followed by the right. I tried to get a grip again but I couldn’t hold on. In the effort my finger ended up against her anus as I dropped her onto the bed. Without a moments thought, I pushed it in. She screamed and began convulsing again, though more briefly this time.

My head dropped face down on her navel. My one hand was trapped with a finger up her ass, and the other still underneath her butt. I didn’t have the strength immediately to lift myself up. So I lay there a minute, hunched over, with my mouth pressed against her stomach. As nice as it was, even with the salty taste of her sweat, I had to turn my head to the side to breath. She was breathing very hard, and her legs, still up in the air, were trembling.

I extracted my one hand from under her and pushed myself up. I was reluctant to pull my finger out of her beautiful bud, but couldn’t do anything else if I didn’t. So I gently slide it free, causing Valeri several quick, deep breaths. Her eyes remained closed. She was not ready to return from wonderland just yet. I held her legs, slowly brought each one down until they lay relax flat on the bed. I half lifted, half dragged myself from between her legs and dropped down beside her. Her anus was a new discovery. We had never had anal sex before. The magazine letters likely stimulated our sexual appetite, and I wondered if we had taken a step in that direction. That’s the last thought I remember until waking in the morning.

That was about a year ago. Now let me tell you about six weeks ago.

In an attempt to keep fit, I try to work out twice a week, jogging and then lifting free weights. On that particular Saturday, the day before my birthday, I had completed my five-mile jog, and was working with the weights. Since we both worked out, we had the weights, weight-bench, and other items set up in a room adjacent to the family room. I could see Valeri in the kitchen, on the other side of the family room, talking on the phone.

I was just getting to the point in my routine where I worked on bench presses. I put 180 pounds on the bar for the presses. I intended to do several reps at this weight and see how far I would get. I sat down on the bench and settled in. Valeri came in and leaned against the doorframe.

“How’s the workout?” she asked. “You don’t look too sweaty.” She had her teasing quality in her voice.

I positioned my hands on the bar, I grunted out some lame response, lifted and lowered the weight. The bar felt right and I began pumping in earnest. I had intended to keep each set to ten reps, but at eight it still felt good. I paused at the top of the press, then decided to press out a few more. In the third set I was really Bayazıt Escort Bayan feeling the stress and my triceps had that good ache that says you are building strength. As I inhaled and started lowering the bar on the final rep of the set, Valeri leaned over me. Her long hair dropped in my face and I closed my eyes. But not before I caught the most delightful SEG spreading across her face.

“What are you doing?” I said between breathes. I knew she was going to do something to tease me. I started exhaling as I pressed the bar back up. I felt cold metal pressed against my right wrist, and almost immediately the same on my left. I then heard metal on metal sounds and felt a slight tug on the bar. My concentration was broken, so at the top of the press I cradled the bar. I saw that Valeri, my innocent sweet Valeri, had hand cuffed both of my hands to the bar. I smiled up at her and said again, “What ARE you doing?”

She smiled bright and wide, leaned over me again, and kissed me.

After a few moments she broke the kiss. With her lips barely brushing mine, she smiled warmly and said, “I…am going to have fun today!” And with that she held an awful smelling cloth over my mouth and nose. Before I caught on, before I could figure out anything to do, I was out cold.

Waking up was something that is not clear. It was more like a dream that gradually took on substance. Like swimming under water a long time, breathing just fine, but with your vision distorted and murky. It gets better as you rise to the surface. When you break the surface, this different world is a surprise, and your awareness, distant and lethargic, returns slowly. The first thing that I remember is sailboats, and rocking on the waves of blue water. Then I was hearing the song Blue Bayou. I watched the sailboats going by on the bayou, and then I was on the sailboat watching the bayou go by.

My body began waking too. I felt dead spots. Numbness from lying in one spot too long, and I tried to turn over. But I couldn’t. My legs wouldn’t move. I tried to reach down and rub my legs. My hand moved, but I couldn’t reach my leg. It was very perplexing, until my faculties slowly kick in. Realization in small doses started flowing over me. I couldn’t see. Everything was dark. I could move my legs a little side to side, but I couldn’t lift them. I could only wiggle my feet, but otherwise I couldn’t make them move. The same with my hands – I could move them around, raise them up and down and sideways, but my arms were anchored above the elbow.

Suddenly, I put it together. I was bound and blindfolded! The realization scared me at first. I struggled to pull away. I growled and I jerked my arms, I tried to force my legs free, but to no avail. I tried to move my head around and push the mask or blindfold off. I could move my head but the blindfold moved with it and stayed firmly in place.

Then some of the recent memories came back. I remembered the last thing I saw – the shit-eating-grin on Valeri’s face. She had done this. It began to fall into place. I could now tell I was lying on the weight bench. She must have put me to sleep with some clinical knockout juice, and tied me to the bench. I could half-feel, half-sensed my ankles were tied to the lower legs of the bench. I wiggled my legs again and confirmed it. I think my ass was half off the bench, but it was kind of numb so I couldn’t be sure. My arms were bound just above the elbow and straight out from my sides. Then I remember the handcuffs and being handcuffed to the weight bar. That was it! I was strapped to the bar, but not with handcuffs, with belts or…duct tape.

I tried my voice. I could barely hear it, kind of horse. I said, “Val?” But all I could hear was some country singer praising his truck. “Val,” I said again, with much more strength in my voice. But I couldn’t hear any response. I got ready to scream out as loud as I could when I heard her voice over the music, or in the music. Then I got it. I wasn’t just blindfolded; I had headphones fastened to my ears somehow, so all I could hear was the music. She must have mixed a microphone in through the tape machine, or a Karaoke machine some way.

“Hi baby. Are you comfortable?” came Valeri’s voice. “I tried to make you comfortable. Are you OK?” Her voice expressed concern, but also held the element of teasing or smirking in it.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m having a problem standing up”.

That tickled her, and she let out a quick laugh, but I didn’t mean it to be funny. She said, “Yes, that is going to be a problem for a while. You see, I have tied you up.”

That made me chuckle. “Really!” I said. “Well, I don’t see, as you can see, I’m sort of blind, so you will have to explain this to me.”

“There is nothing to explain, actually,” she said. “I’m just going to have my way with you!”

But I got more serious. “Val, what’s gotten in to you? What is this all about?”

She responded quickly. “It’s about me having my way with Bayazıt Escort Bayan you. Now I don’t want to waste your time, so is there anything I can do for you?”

Waste MY time. Was I going somewhere all tied up?

“Perhaps a drink,” she said, “different music, I have a nice selection? Do you need scratching anywhere?” Her voice was almost giddy, and as such, infectious. Yet there was a finality to her tone that told me I really had only the choices she listed. I ask for water and in a moment she held a straw to my lips. I drank heartily as I wondered what she had planned, what it mean to “have her way with me”. As it turned out, my sweet siren wife had a side to her that I could never have imagined.

“Let the games begin,” I pronounced. Bolero began to play into my captive ears.

It was hard to gauge the passage of time. I thought about what she was up to, and I reasoned it would end in something sexual. She may be somewhat conservative sexually, but she wasn’t shy in bed. I don’t know how long I lay there thinking, but I was suddenly aware of a light, cold object on the inside of my thigh. I felt a tugging on my jogging shorts. I’m not sure when realized the cold was a pair of scissors and my shorts were being cut away!

“Jees, be careful down there” I yelled, but in a moment my shorts were laid open and yanked from underneath me. My penis and balls were exposed with no place to hide. Before I could feel the change in temperature, my shirt fell to the blades of the scissors. I lay there bound, helpless and quite naked. Knowing the intimate love I shared with Valeri, and the anticipation of her “having fun with me”, it felt good.

But there are some things you just never really ever think about. So you don’t get it immediately when a nicely warm and moist cloud descends over you genitals. It’s all sensual and sexual. It is shear pleasure… until you realize it is a shearing pleasure, and the cloud is shaving cream! The truth was conveyed to me with the first drag of the razor down my balls! I had never felt that sensation before. But I knew immediately what is was! My whole body jerked with the realization.

“Whoa there Mike,” Valeri rebuffed me. “Settle down…or the boys in the locker room are going to start calling you Michelle”. I protested. I said it was not right for a guy to be balls BALD! I was angry, but I was also excited, and a bit curious. It was hard to mount a successful defense when a beautiful woman is holding your testicles in her hands. Still, I protested, but there was no response except the razor scraping away my pubic hair.

And that was it. For the next half hour or so, my cock was pushed and pulled this way and that, along with my scrotum and balls. It was quite a sensation, and not bad really, if I didn’t think too much about the “little boy look” I would soon be sporting.

Yet through the whole process I felt that there was something strange going on. Something that was not as it should be. It was hard to perform any serious deductive reasoning with my privates being lovingly handled, so I let it go — the whole shaving balls thing was quite strange to begin with — what did I expect?

As a finale, a lotion of some sort was enthusiastically rubbed in everywhere, with special attention given to my erection. My breath started coming in short pants, and I found myself groaning. Again something strange flashed through my mind, but it couldn’t hang on. My groans became a growl. Then, just as my balls began to tighten, the expert rubbing of my cock abruptly stopped! Sadly, painfully, I was not allowed to cum.

“Oh really?” I said, “You’re stopping now? Come on, I need to cum after all that fondling!”

The response I got was cheery “Now you are squeaky smooth and pretty,” in Valeri’s pleased-with-herself voice.

I didn’t know I was “squeaky smooth and pretty” but that little voice in my headphones pronounced me so, as Lionel Richie sang “Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady”. I’m not sure if that is irony, but all I could think of was the boys in the locker room laughing at my “lady trim”.

After several minutes, maybe more, long hair tantalizingly brushed over my chest. I could smell the hair, or thought I could. Something lightly touched my lips, and as I wondered what it was, it pressed down. I opened my mouth and sucked in a tasty nipple. I tongued it eagerly, as Valeri spoke again. “What would you like to eat?” she said, and proceeded to list choices as I sucked. Then she stopped, and said, “Never mind, I’ll pick for you”. And with that she popped her breast out of my mouth and was gone again. I was left wanting, my mouth not understanding, still forming an “O” in the air. I pulled instinctively…and futilely at my bonds.

I was left alone it seemed for what felt like a long time. It was probably no more than five or ten minutes. But time passes slowly when you are naked and bound. My thoughts wandered, but the whole time it felt like I wasn’t alone. No sound penetrated the headphones other than the music, no air movement, no vibrations of the floor or bench, just a silly sense of being watched. It made me wonder if Valeri was sitting right there, “having her way with me” in some unfathomable manner. I assumed she left me to get whatever food she decided I wanted, but I really had know way of knowing.

The chronological order of my stories is as follows:

Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa’s Christmas Story, The Case of the Black Badge series, A Case of Revenge series, Teresa’s Summer Race, The Trilogy series, Dark Side Of The Force series, Caught In The Act series, Case of the Murdered Bride series, The Credit Card Caper series.

The Hot Wives Investment Club, Ch. 1-4.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

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Part 12 – Good and Evil

Monday, November 3d. The alarm woke me up at 5:00am. My wife was lying by my side in our ‘exclusively marital’ bed. Molly was asleep in the guest room, having come over the evening before for dinner. Groggily, I headed to the shower.

After my shower and shave, I went downstairs and to the den to pick up my police notebook. I tripped and almost fell over Laura’s large ‘maternity bag’, which was full of diapers, and would also have formula and blankets and extra clothes for both babies. Fortunately, no damage was done to bag or Police Commander.

This morning is not starting off right, I thought to myself as I headed out to the door and got into my Police SUV. I’m tripping all over things- hmm, maybe that’s a sign, I realized as I thought about the case… maybe there’s a silver lining in this morning’s cloud…

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At 6:00am I walked into the empty MCD room to find that the coffee was made already and the TVs were on. Someone was eager to get back to work, and I knew who it was.

I found Tanya in the back hallway, looking into the darkened space that was the office next to ADA Jenna Stiles’s.

“Welcome back, Lieutenant Perlman.” I said. “Ready to take charge of MCD?”

“Yes sir!” said Tanya, her face bright with happiness. “But I want to know why Cindy can’t have this office, and me her current office. This office is not meant for Jenna’s assistant Gor-don.” Tanya had a point: Jenna’s punk assistant had been working in that second office more and more, to the point he was practically making it his. I intended to stop that, and soon.

“Cindy’s staying where she is, in the Captain’s office.” I said. “And the office next to hers is going to be the next Captain of Uniformed Officers’s office after Captain Charles retires.”

“Oh, he’s leaving?” Tanya asked, surprised.

“He hasn’t said so yet.” I said. “But once Chief Griswold is gone, I predict he’s going to desire to retire, also. I’ll be surprised if he’s here after February 1st.”

“What about me and Teresa?” Tanya asked. “Our offices are so small, Teresa doesn’t even use hers; she just sits in Vice. I’m thinking of doing the same thing.”

“We’ll see what happens with that.” I said, not letting on that I had plans to take care of my Lieutenants, extracted from the Town & County Council in exchange for supporting precincts. Tanya peered at me, possibly observing the gleam in my eye, but she said nothing further about it.

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“This is Priya Ajmani, KSTD Channel Five-Alive Morning News!” said the beautiful Indian reporterette at 8:00am, November 3d. Bettina’s broadcast the hour before had had no new news, and concentrated on the Elections… still a dead heat in the State Senate race, which depressed me. But the sight of gorgeous Priya wasn’t too bad, I thought as I drank coffee in the MCD room and watched with everyone else. Cindy and Jenna were watching Priya with rapt attention… and it wasn’t because of her news content, if you know what I mean.

“Five-Alive News has learned that one Sean Bailey is being investigated by the Town & County Police in connection with the murder of Trish Donolan.” said Priya. “Bailey is the husband of Margo Bailey, who was a chronic drug abuser and who died of an overdose eighteen months ago. Sources tell Five-Alive News that Sean Bailey believed Trish Donolan was at least partially responsible for his wife Margo’s death, and that he may have acted in revenge. Calls to the Police Department for comment have not been returned.”

“What the fucking hell?” I asked, absolutely shocked. “Who the fuck did she call?”

“Not me.” said Lt. Scott Peterson, coming into the room. “I just checked. She called the Duty Desk at 4:00am and asked for me, then asked them to leave me a message to call her back. Bayrampaşa Escort Of course I’m not here at that hour, and I only just now got the message to call her.”

“That’s dirty pool.” I said. “Don’t call her, Scott… call her boss and chew his ass out. Let them know there’s a competing network that just might start getting our exclusive interviews and have exclusive access to our Headquarters Press Room if she doesn’t watch her step.” Peterson nodded and left the room just as the Chief came in the other door.

“What the hell was that story about, Crowbar?” Chief Griswold growled.

“Some bullshit games being played, sir.” I said. “And two can play that particular game. Can we go to your office?” The Chief led the way. Once in his office, I told him what I thought was up, and what I wanted to do about it.

“I agree with your analysis, and you have my fucking permission to do it.” the Chief said. “Move out.”

I went to my office. Just as I sat down, my cellphone rang. I answered it:

“Why, hellooooooooo Bettina!” I said enthusiastically. “You’re not recording this, are you?”

“Hi yourself, handsome.” said Bettina. “No, I’m not. I sure don’t want this recorded: I just heard about Priya’s broadcast on the other station. I just wanted you to know that we were approached with that same story, but we didn’t run it.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“We hadn’t confirmed it with the Police yet, and we think it’s not kosher.” said Bettina. “Want to know who called us with the story?”

“Of course.” I said.

“It was the press relations officer of BigPharmaCorp, speaking on the grounds of anonymity.” Bettina said.

“I see.” I said. “Bettina, I was just about to call you when you called me. Obviously our minds are well connected.”

“I’d rather our bodies be connected.” Bettina said in a flat out invitation.

“Me too, and we’ll make that happen soon. Very soon.” I promised. “But for now, here’s a huge scoop for you, if you’d like KXTC to exclusively film a perp walk.”

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“This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News, bringing you exclusive coverage of the arrest of Donovan Donolan by the Town & County Police Department!” The image showed Donolan being led out of his home by Sergeant Thompson and now-Sergeant Rudistan, Donolan’s hands cuffed behind his back, the officers holding his arms in a way that made it hard for him to duck his head.

Bettina’s voice could be heard as the television showed the world the ‘perp walk’ by Donolan: “The Police have arrested Donolan, wealthy CEO of BigPharmaCorp, for suspicion of murder, and also for having police evidence in his personal possession without authorization. A statement from the Police says that Donolan and his wife had a fight the morning of the day she died, and that he is formally a ‘person of interest’ in their ongoing murder investigation. We have no further details at this time, but will bring you more news as soon as we get it…”

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“What the fuck is this about?” said Donolan’s lawyer in Interrogation-1. Donolan had been dragged through booking, his mug shot released to the Media for widespread distribution. BigPharmaCorp had offered no statement to the Press so far, stunned by the events.

“That Sean Bailey story.” said the Chief, who was sitting next to me. Teresa Croyle was sitting in a chair behind us, and Patrolman Morton was keeping watch. I had no clue how many people were behind the one way glass, but I suspected it was a standing-room-only audience.

“What?” said the lawyer. “That wasn’t us.”

“Bull shit.” I said quietly, my even voice belying my underlying anger.

“What?”

“I said ‘bull shit’.” I replied a bit more loudly and with emphatic clarity, looking Donolan hard in the eyes, ignoring his legal beagle. “Your press department gave that story to the Media.”

“You’ll never prove that.” said Donolan.

“I don’t need to prove it, dipshit.” I said witheringly. “It’s enough that I know. And all this is an eye for an eye. You had your people smear Bailey’s reputation out of sheer, mean-spirited spite, asshole. You’re as mean as your dead wife; you two were perfect for each other.”

“All right, Crowbar,” said the Chief just as the lawyer was about to explode on me. “I think we get the point. But the Police Commander is right, gentlemen. And the charges are real. I suggest you think about explaining those photos.”

“You know damn well he can’t do that.” said the lawyer. “He’s invoked. He can’t say anything, and you know it. You’re trampling on his Constitutional rights with these threats.”

“We’re not trampling on anything.” I said. “Your client may continue to take the Fifth, and I don’t need his protestations of innocence to convince a jury of his peers, such as they are, to convict him of not only the smaller charge… but also the murder charge.”

“Oh Jesus Christ, you don’t have shit.” said the Bayrampaşa Escort lawyer, his voice barely restraining his anger. “I’ve explained the photos on my client’s behalf. And he let you check the GPS on his vehicle.”

“That just shows where his limousine went, not where he went.” I said. “No proof he was in the limo at the time.”

“For crying out loud,” said the lawyer, “his limo driver will testify.”

“How well do you pay your limo drivers, Mr. Donolan?” I asked, the insinuation clear. “Pretty damn well, last I checked.”

“Can I have a moment to talk with my lawyer, please?” Donolan asked. He was smart enough to have understood where all this was going.

“Sure.” said the Chief. “Come on Crowbar, Croyle. Morton, just outside the other door, if you will.”

“Yes, Chief.” said Morton. He waited until we went into the anteroom, then went out the other door, guarding it.

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“Donovan, if you talk now, you can’t re-invoke.” said the lawyer.

“If I don’t tell them about those photos, I might as well be dead.” said Donolan.

“Donovan, what happened with that Sean Bailey story? Did you do that?” the lawyer asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I think my people took some of my words a little too literally.” said Donolan, not admitting the real truth. He’d been the one to plan the attack on Bailey and have his company’s media relations department give it to the Press.

“Okay,” said the lawyer. “My advice is to keep silent and let us fight them all the way, tooth and nail, to the last ditch. There is no way in hell they can make this stick. Any of it.”

“I hear you.” Donolan said. “But I’m going to waive and talk. That Crowbar bastard made it clear they’re going to lynch me if I don’t. I was warned by some people… some really big People… that if he got pissed off enough, things would go badly. Well, he’s pissed, and things are going badly.”

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“Just you, Commander.” said the legal beagle. They’d asked for me to come back into the room alone, which was an affront to Chief Griswold, but he’d acquiesced. Regardless, Senior Patrolman Morton was in the room with me.

“Sorry, gentlemen,” I said, explaining Morton, “it’s Department policy to have at least two of us in the room. That’s for your protection, by the way, since one of our former officers, now an SBI agent, liked to beat the shit out of lawyers.” I was remembering Ikea’s assault on Jeanine Olivet.

“Whatever.” said Donolan. “Listen, I’m waiving my Fifth Amendment rights. I am telling you that those photos had been slipped under the front door the morning of the day Trish died. I confronted her about them, which was the argument we had, and then I put them in the safe and went to work. We had a huge Board meeting that day, so I didn’t have time to work it out further with Trish. And I never got a chance to, I never saw her again.”

I threw up my hands in mock helplessness. “Donolan, you’re not giving me a thing, here.”

“What can I give you?” Donolan said, nearly shouting. “I can’t prove a negative. Look, let me put it this way: this is embarrassing to you that your photos leaked. And how in the hell could I get them? Aren’t they secure?”

“You’re a wealthy man, Mr. Donolan.” I said, not pointing out Donolan’s contradiction in his last two attempts to make points. “One of the most powerful men in the State. You can easily buy things you want, things like those photos.”

“And how am I supposed to have known your Police Force even had those photos?” asked Donolan.

“Money talks.” I said.

“My client is bring up reasonable doubts, Commander.” said the lawyer, groping for something upon which to base a bluff. “Your story is not solid, and won’t be in a jury’s eyes.”

“Harrumph!” I grunted. “Counselor, I know all about ‘beyond a reasonable doubt’, but juries aren’t stupid either. We found the pics in his possession. That’s a hardcore fact, it’s rock solid, and the Chief of Police was there, for cryin’ out loud. You know you have to come up with something strong to counter that solid fact.”

I leaned forward a bit for emphasis as I said “And let me be sure you understand: the photos show your wife banging a black stud. You fought with her about it. That’s not only probable cause… juries have convicted for murder on less than that. Jealousy… oldest motive in the world.”

“Come on, Commander,” said Donolan. “You of all people should know that my wife and I loved each other, and that our marriage was strong enough that we had an open relationship, and you know such strong relationships don’t change on a dime. Think of your own marriage.”

“Oh, if my marriage changed on a dime, I’d be the one that would come over all dead.” I replied, very sure but not worried about it. “But that’s beside the point. Yes, Mr. Donolan, I personally might understand… but district attorneys and juries more than likely won’t.”

“Look, Bayrampaşa I was in my limo.” Donolan said. “People saw me get in, I’m sure there’s cameras everywhere that showed my route. I didn’t kill my wife, Commander. And the photos: I swear to God they just showed up under the door. Obviously someone wanted me to see them, maybe someone is trying to frame me. Sean Bailey wouldn’t be above that, Commander.”

“Funny how you keep bringing up Mr. Bailey, Donovan.” I said. “Now why is that?” After a pause pregnant with tension, I said “It’s time to come correct with that story, Donolan.”

“What can I say?” said Donolan. “After the man’s wife died, he blamed my wife for her death. His wife was a fucking crack whore, she really was. She went and had sex with other men, died of an overdose, and he wants to blame my wife. He made some ugly accusations, then resigned before I could have him fired. I couldn’t stop him from being hired by Crown, but I sure have stopped him from being hired by anyone else that’s of any quality, including Lightsource Industries.”

“Why?” I asked, just curious. “The man’s wife is dead, he’s distraught and grieving. And here you are, absolutely hell-bent on destroying him, to the point of playing dirty tricks in the Media to attack him. Why?”

“It’s how you get to my position, Commander.” Donolan said. “When someone fucks with you, you don’t just take an eye for an eye; you take out both his eyes and cut off his arms and legs, too. Look at what you’ve just done to me in retaliation for what you think is my press report about Sean Bailey. You know the deal, Commander, that’s why you are where you are.”

I tried hard to keep hold of my temper as I replied. “No, I don’t beat a man down when his wife is dead and he’s near-mad from grief, just for the perverse pleasure of doing it.” I said. “And I’ll tell you something else, Donolan: your wife did deliver Margo Bailey to those pimps when Margo was desperately trying to stay clean. Your wife took her to the clubs where the black drug dealers were, your wife’s buddies, maybe your wife’s black lovers…” I saw Donolan’s eyes grow jet with anger… “and they got Margo jacked up on drugs, then raped before she died of the overdose.”

I continued, whipped to anger, my eyes boring into the furious CEO’s eyes: “Sean Bailey was right about you and your wife, Donolan. He didn’t fuck with you, just the opposite. You keep going after him because you know he was right when he called you out for being the mean, hateful, dirty little man that you are, Donovan. What you’re really trying to destroy… is the exposure of your own evil.”

I stood up. “I’ll tell you this, Donolan… no, I’m not like you… and you’re damned fortunate that I’m not like you. If I was, I’d let you stand trial for your wife’s murder, not worrying about your guilt or innocence. But, lucky for you, I’m more interested in Justice than in destroying someone for the sake of pure menace.”

I walked out of the room and into the anteroom, almost unable to get through the crush of people. I felt pats on my back and whispered ‘way to tell him!’ comments as the crowd moved like a living organism before finally dispersing down the various hallways. It took some time for the cold feeling in my soul, a feeling of being dead to all but Justice, to die down and for me to relax…

Part 13 – The Pursuit of Evidence

Though delayed by the arrest of Donovan Donolan, the Promotions and Medal Ceremonies were conducted in the large auditorium. I had more fun pinning ranks on the promoted individuals than having to stand there as the Chief pinned the Police Star of Gallantry upon my own uniform.

Then, in a surprise, the Mayor walked into the proceedings and presented the Chief with the Police Department Distinguished Service Award, which was only superseded by the Medal of Valor and Police and Fire Crosses. The Chief’s award was something of a lifetime achievement award, and I knew that upon his actual retirement he would also be getting the Public Safety Department’s Distinguished Service Award. That was like the Defense Department’s DSM vs. the Army’s DSM. The Council does indeed like to give awards out like candy, I thought to myself, though happy for the Chief’s well-deserved accolades.

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As the ceremony was ending and people chatting and dispersing, J.R. Barnes came up to me with one of his young technicians. “Commander, can we talk to you for a moment?”

“Sure.” I said. “Let’s go to my office.”

In my office, J.R. introduced his technician, who was a rookie Police Academy graduate named Bobby Patrick. Patrick’s best quality is that he had a degree in Chemistry from the local University.

“Commander,” said Patrick, “Technician Barnes and I were talking about our search of the facility the night of the murder. I examined that janitor closet, and I did take the mop out of the bucket and looked in there. There was no bag in the bucket, sir.”

“I know.” I said. “And I apologize for having to say that you’d missed it. I needed that wrong information poured into the right ears, so that culprits would not try to flee the jurisdiction.” I told them what had likely really happened, and they understood my subterfuge. I swore them to secrecy on it, also.

Hopes For Pure Heaven Turn To Hell

For the last couple weeks Kim and Darnell have been making plans. They are planning to go to their home in the mountains over the girl’s winter vacation. Being as how the girls are going to be with their father that week. Kim arranges for her girlfriend to watch their dogs, and the cat. Darnell has begun getting everything they would need ready. He even takes himself a day trip up to the house. Just to check out everything there. Making sure it’s good to go.

Kim’s girlfriend Monica comes over the day before Kim and Darnell are getting ready to leave. Kim shows her just where everything is and explains just when to do what’s needed. After Kim finished what she was going over with Monica, they sat and talked for a while. Kim was waiting for Darnell to return. Kim is becoming a little uneasy with Monica’s choice of conversation. All she keeps talking about in one way or another is Darnell. Darnell is the love of Kim’s life just as she is his. Monica damn well knows it. Kim loves to talk about Darnell (just his name being mentioned makes her heart run). However not in the way that Monica keeps referring to him. Kim now begins to wonder just what is going on inside Monica’s head. (Kim isn’t willing to play this game with the girl who is supposed to be her best friend). Kim needs to know and she needs to know now. The more Kim listens to Monica talk about Darnell the angrier Kim gets, and the quieter she becomes.

“Kim, is something bothering you?” Monica asks in concern. “You are my very best friend. You know you can always tell me if there is.” Kim’s blood is now beginning to boil.

“Yeah your right!” Kim replies in a harsh sort of tone. You are supposed to be my best friend. But instead all I have heard out of your slutty little mouth today is nothing but Darnell. What in the fuck are you thinking? You never pulled this shit when I was married to my ex. Why in the fuck are you doing it now?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Look at you” Kim replies. “You dress like a slut. You used to dress this way before but it’s gotten tremendously worse. You do nothing but talk in a shady sexual manner about Darnell. When ever he’s here you always need to be where you can see him. Didn’t you think I would notice this?”

“I am sorry Kim I…” Monica replies in a stutter as she hangs her head knowing full well that Kim has finally caught on.

“All I am going to say to you is this. “If you wish to remain my friend you had best leave my man the fuck alone. He has me. I am all he needs and all he wants. He has no interest in you. No matter what you might scheme up to try, don’t bother. It won’t work. Our conversation for today is done. Be here tomorrow afternoon to take care of our animals. This is the last I want to hear from you until we get back from our little vacation. My man and I are off to the mountains for a week. Now get the fuck out of my house.” Kim commands. Monica says not a word. Her head was so full of even more ideas. She was determined to get just what she was aiming for. Even though Kim is still extremely pissed having just thrown her best friend out of the house, she still wanted to be somewhat polite. They walked toward Monica’s car. Monica suddenly stops.

“Kim I forgot something I will be right back.” She turns to walk back into the house.

Coming back out Monica gets into her car and heads off. Darnell then finally arrives back home just around suppertime. Looking at Kim he knows something is bothering her although she tries to hide it (She doesn’t want to involve him in this little matter that she knows she has to deal with). Getting out of the car Darnell takes Kim into his arms.

“Oh my god, I know I was only gone a few hours but man I missed you baby girl.” Darnell whispers in Kim’s ear.

“I missed you too baby. I am so glad you’re home.” Kim replies as her body begins to tremble as the tears fill her eyes. “I can’t wait to leave tomorrow and have a whole week alone with my baby.”

“Honey, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing baby, please just hold me.” Kim replies softly.

“Yeah bull shit. Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong with you. I know my baby girl. You can’t fool me. C’mon now let’s go into the house.” Wrapping their arms around each other’s waists they walk into the house. Darnell takes Kim sitting with her on the couch. She leans her upper body over to him resting her head onto his chest.

“Alright baby girl, we are inside now and no one’s here but us. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I am just so angry right now baby.” Kim replies. “But I am not angry at you.” I could slap that little bitch right across her face.”

“Who baby girl?” Darnell asks. “Who are you talking about?” although Darnell pretty much figured he already knew.

“Monica…My so called best friend that’s who.”

“Sweetie, what did she do?”

“Darnell I don’t know if you have noticed it or not. I know you obviously didn’t know her when I was married to my ex, but have you seen the way she acts when Balat Escort you’re around?”

“I don’t really pay any attention to her. I always find things to do when she’s here. She kind of creeps me out but I don’t pay her any mind.”

“Well trust me baby. I learned all about her deviant little ways and thoughts today. The entire time she and I sat here talking all she did was talk about you. Every thing was Darnell and just how sexy he is, amongst other things. I am really beginning to fear her trying something with you. I basically threw her out of here.”

“Don’t even let that get into your mind. Darnell replies softly. “You know that the woman that I love more than anything in this world is right here in my arms. There is no other woman on the face of this planet that can or will ever change that. You are my heart and you know it. If Monica truly has the balls to try to start something with me then let her bring it on. I promise you I will shut her down like a hot potato.” Speaking of hot potatoes, baby girl I am hungry are you?”

“Yeah I am. What would you like baby?”

“Let’s get pizza tonight.” Darnell replies with a chuckle. “I don’t know why but I have had this urge for pizza all day.”

“That’s fine with me.” Kim says winking at Darnell. “That means I don’t have to cook.” And if we go through domino’s we won’t even have to go and get it. They will deliver it.” You surely can’t ask for better than that. They decide on what kind of pizza they want. Darnell calls in the order. They tell him it will be approximately 90 minutes before it would be delivered. Hearing this puts an idea into Darnell’s head. Hanging up the phone he stares at Kim.

“What prey tell are you staring at?” Kim asks.

“My appetizer.” Darnell replies with the sexiest look of hunger in his eyes. “That’s what I am staring at. If we have to wait 90 minutes for them to deliver our pizza then I want my appetizer.”

“OH NO NO NO!!! You have to be a good boy.” Kim whispers as she quickly tries to get away from Darnell.

“Like hell I do!! I have been gone all day. I’ve missed you. I haven’t eaten a damn thing today. I want my appetizer and guess what, you’re it!!! Now get your sexy little ass back here” Darnell replies grabbing Kim by her hips pulling her back to him.

“Oh hell no!!!” Kim replies in her devious little tone. “If you want me then you’re going to have to come get me.”

“Sweet girl, look at yourself. I already have you. You can’t get away.” He sits on her legs so she can’t get away.

“Oh damn!!!” Kim replies. “I guess you’re right. I can’t get away now can I?” Just then their dogs begin to bark.

“Are you expecting someone?” Darnell asks.

“Well maybe it’s the pizza dude.” Kim replies.

“It can’t be it’s too early.”

“It would be just my damn shit luck Monica has come back wanting to finish our conversation. Or maybe she wanting to just stare in the windows to get a look at you.” Kim snickers just shaking her head. “If it’s her, she will obviously know you’re here. Your car is in the driveway.”

“If she has enough nerve to come back to our home and stare into our windows after you told her to leave, then what she will see is her god damn problem not ours.” Slowly Darnell begins to lift Kim’s top. Removing it from her completely. Gently pushing her back on the couch.

Kissing his way down her chest. Taking one nipple at a time into his mouth suckling and nibbling each one gently. She moans softly as her breathing deepens. Sliding his hands ever so gently down her over her belly. Down to the front of her jeans opening them slowly. The aromatic scent that’s released from the depths of Kim’s now ever so warm and wet pussy completely over rules Darnell’s senses. His mass hardens in his jeans.

Darnell removes Kim’s jeans in a rather hurried fashion. Kissing lightly up her legs. His goatee tickles her with every move. Her body squirms. Beginning to thrash a bit as she tries to overpower the wonderful sensation. His breathing deepens. His soft moans grow louder. He’s approaching the warmest, wettest, sweetest spot of her anatomy that he has been craving all day and just can’t wait to taste. Gently he opens her legs. Kissing licking and nibbling over that very soft skin on the inside of her thigh. Lightly running his tongue over the outside of her thong. Tasting her juices that have begun to soak through. Slowly he works his fingers into the top of her thong. Lowering her thong over her hips, down her sexy little legs and completely off. For a moment he just kneels where he is just looking at her. Taking in all her beauty. Suddenly Kim begins to cry.

“Baby girl, what’s the matter?” Darnell asks in concern.

“Darnell, look.” Kim replies. “Look at the window but please don’t make it obvious.” “She just doesn’t know when to quit does she? All I can say is this. “If she wants to be bold enough to stare in that window then we are going to have to give her a god damn show she won’t soon forget. Balat Escort Bayan Maybe then she will get the point.” Kim smiles her devious little smile as Darnell settles back into where he was.

Taking a hold of Kim’s legs Darnell places them over his shoulders. Running his tongue up and down over the entire length of her pussy lips. Kim runs her fingers into the back of Darnell’s hair. Sliding his hands underneath her ass. Darnell raises her ass off the couch just a little (just enough to put Kim in the perfect position for him to be able to get all of her. And enough so he knows that the little spying bitch outside the window can see just what he’s doing to Kim). Kim’s back arching. She lets out with one hell of a sexy scream as Darnell slips his tongue deep inside her love tunnel. Savoring all his favorite juices that she is slowly releasing to him.

Kim knows full well that Monica can hear her screaming as she watches what’s going on. Kim watches the expressions on Monica’s face changing out of the corner of her eye. Slowly Kim begins to grind her pussy against Darnell’s mouth. Kim’s screams getting now even louder.

“Oh god yes I’m gonna cum!!!! Baby don’t stop…please don’t stop!!!” Darnell hearing this darts his tongue in and out of her hot box deeper and faster. The grip that Kim holds on the back of his head now becomes tighter. Her legs lock tightly around the sides of his head as her body tenses. Releasing all her hot love juices into his mouth. Darnell stays right there for a few minutes lapping at the juices that are left. Looking now at the window, Darnell looks directly at Monica. Running his tongue over the bottom of his top lip chuckling his ever so naughty chuckle. Kim lays there motionless just looking at Darnell. She was now exhausted but very happy. Darnell looks down at Kim with a very devilish grin on his face.

“You stay here. I will be right back.” Darnell takes the blanket off the back of the couch covering Kim.

“Babe, where are you going?” Kim asks quietly.

“I’m going to take care of a little snoop that’s outside our window.” Darnell replies. Standing up he walks into the kitchen and out the back door. Making his way quietly around the house coming up behind Monica.

“So did you enjoy what you just watched?” Darnell barks out. Monica jumps as Darnell startles her.

“I…I” was all Monica could manage to say. Darnell was now standing inches away from her.

“I nothing…weren’t you told not to show your face here until tomorrow?”

“Yes” Monica replies quietly. “I didn’t really think she meant it. Kim always says stuff like that when she gets upset.

“How dare you tell me what my baby girl says?” I know everything there is to know about her and how she talks when she gets upset. She’s upset because you seem to have this massive infatuation with me. I don’t know what in the fuck your trying to pull but you aren’t going to get anywhere.” Now go the fuck back to the hole you crawled out of. Don’t even think about showing your face here again until we leave tomorrow.”

“Please Darnell, please just let me talk to Kim.”

“I don’t fucking think so. If I were to even think about allowing you anywhere near her right now she would beat the shit out of you. Your best bet is just to do what I told you and get the fuck back to where you belong. Put some god damn forsaken clothes on too. Or we might have to put you in a fucking circus. I am warning you and you had better not heed my warning. Don’t fuck with Kim and don’t think about fucking with me. I won’t be nearly as easy on you. You don’t piss off my baby girl and expect to get away with it.”

Monica gets pissed hearing Darnell say this to her. She gets back into her car. Monica decides she’s going to put phase two into affect. She drives up to Kim and Darnell’s mountain home. Getting out she walks around the house. Trying to find a way in. She manages to open a window that apparently had been unlocked. Getting inside Monica makes her way to what she assumed was Darnell and Kim’s room. Walking over to Darnell’s dresser she begins rummaging through his drawers. Pulling out the clothes that are in there. She proceeds to leave them all in a disarray wanting it to look like someone had broken in and was looking for something. Monica walks into their bathroom that is adjacent to the bottom of their bed. She finds Darnell’s cologne that she has smelled on him several times when she has visited them in the past. She sprayed it just to be able to smell it. Taking the bottle she puts it into her pocket. Taking Darnell away from Kim and having him for herself was all Monica could now think about. She makes her way back out the window she came in through. Walking back around the front of the house she leaves a little note attached to their front door. The note reads: “I promise you, I will have all that you have and so much more. If it’s the last thing I do I will have it all. You just wait and see.”

Mean while back at their home the “Pizza dude” Escort Balat as Kim refers to him finally arrives. Darnell and Kim proceed to eat dinner and head off to bed for a wonderful evening of lovemaking.

The following morning Kim awakens first. She kisses Darnell softly on the cheek. Getting up she heads off into the kitchen still completely naked. Making their final pot of coffee in this kitchen for the next week. Suddenly Darnell walks up behind Kim wrapping his arms around her.

“Good morning my beautiful lady.” Darnell whispers in her left ear. “Are you ready for our week away?” The feel of his breath on her ear sends chills instantly through her. “Good morning my sexy man.” Kim lets out in a soft screech. “Good god yes I am so ready when are we leaving?”

“Just as soon as we get dressed and pack the car.” Darnell replies. “However I myself wouldn’t mind if you were to go just like this.”

“OHHH that’s my bad boy!!!” Kim replies with a giggle.

“You haven’t seen bad yet baby girl. You wait till I get you alone in those mountains. The smell of fresh mountain air is an aphrodisiac. It just does something to me that I can’t explain. However I will gladly show you the entire time we are there. That’s just how simple it is.”

“You promise?”

“Oh hell yeah`!! Have I ever promised you something and not delivered just what I said I would?” Darnell asks in his very sexy soft accented voice. Slapping Kim on the ass ever so gently.

“Ok Ok you win my baby. Lets go get dressed. I want out of here. I want you to show me baby.” Darnell takes her hand in his as they walk off together to get dressed. Kim picks out her clothes as she begins to get dressed. She watches Darnell do the same. He is looking so good. She could feel her juices slowly beginning to flow. Trying to maintain her composure she begins to make the bed.

Darnell comes in behind her. Gently he begins biting at her ass cheeks through her jeans as she bends forward over the bed to pull up the blankets. Her instantaneous reaction causes her to push her ass back toward Darnell. She moans softly.

“Oh fuck Darnell not now. You know damn well what this does to me. As good as this feels and I would love nothing better we aren’t in the mountains yet. We will never get out of here if you keep this up.”

“Awww!!!” Darnell whines in his soft pouty little voice. “I am sorry baby. Your ass was presented and I just couldn’t help myself. You know what the sight of your wonderful ass does to me.”

“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I know.” Kim replies. “You need to be my good boy until we get to where we are going. Then if you choose to be naughty well more power to you. I surely won’t stop you then.”

They pack the car lock the doors to the house and head off. The entire time Darnell is driving Kim decides she’s going to get even. Taking her nails she runs them up and down his inner thigh. Darnell lets out with a soft yet very deep growl.

“STOP IT!!! Damn` you, you can’t do this to me when I am dri`vin.” Kim watches the bulge growing in his jeans.

“Why can’t I?” Kim asks in her soft little voice. “You were being naughty when I was trying to make our bed this morning weren’t you Mr.?” Darnell didn’t say another word. All he could do was growl for he knew she was right.

Arriving at their mountain home, Darnell gets out coming around he opens Kim’s door for her. Extending his hand for hers being the perfect southern gentleman that he is. He helps Kim out of the car. Darnell closes the door. Kim just stands there looking at the sights. Darnell stands in behind her wrapping his arms around her.

“What’s going through your mind sweet girl?”

“Darnell, it’s absolutely perfect here.” Kim replies resting her head back against Darnell’s chest. “We are all alone for the next seven days. No phone well with the exception of our cell phones, no dogs, no kids, no worries. It’s just you and I.” Kim holds onto Darnell’s arms. Holding them a little tighter to her. Darnell turns Kim around to look at him. Placing his hands on the sides of her face he leans in kissing her softly.

“You’re right baby girl.” Darnell replies. “It is just you and I. I know you have been needin` this get away for some time now. I promise you I will make these next seven days ones you won’t soon be forgettin` and it all begins right here baby.”

“MMMMMmmm!!!” I love how that sounds.” Darnell kisses her one last time before they head up to the house. Kim notices something attached to their front door.

“What the hell is that?”

“What? What are you looking at baby?”

“There is something on our front door Darnell.” Getting up to the front door Kim reads what’s there. Darnell could tell Kim was getting instantly pissed.

“Kim, what the heck is it?” Kim didn’t know what to say at first, she was pissed.

“Honey what the hell is it? Darnell asks now in concern.

“Darnell, let’s go in the house, I have a bad feeling right this minute. I really pray to god for Monica’s sake it’s wrong.” Darnell and Kim walk in to find that Kim’s bad feeling wasn’t wrong at all. Something didn’t feel right to Kim. She can’t however pin point just what it is. “Baby, why don’t you do me a big favor and start a fire in the fire place. I will be right back I need to check something.”

I can’t say for sure when my fantasies first began, but I knew that at the age of 31, they had been a part of my life longer than any real lover I have ever had. I am an attractive woman, slim due to the athletic nature of my job, with real blonde hair, green eyes, and unusually long legs. It had taken me several years of experimenting before I found a man that could keep up with my higher than normal sex drive, as well as satisfy my need for more intense sexual experiences. When I met Jack, I knew I had to spend the rest of my life with him. His sexual appetite was never filled, and our first naughty date ended up with an entire day of sex in more positions than I had even imagined possible. While his charm and handsome face made me want to say hello, the things he did to me made me sure I could never say goodbye. We moved rapidly into threesomes with other women, and then full blown swinging, although Jack never played with the men.

So when Jack finally seemed interested in sex with another man, I could feel myself get wet almost instantly. I had never really told him that I have fantasized about dirty, almost violent sex since I was old enough to be interested in sex. I have no desire for pain, and I don’t like to be tied up or anything, but it thrills me to think of having a sex slave begging for me to fulfill every last exhilarating dirty thought I have ever had.

I went the obvious route and checked Craigslist looking for someone who might fit the bill. Since my boyfriend had never been with a man before, I knew it had to be someone submissive, and very, very willing to do anything we could come up with. So when I found an ad that said the authors dream was to have a dominant couple turn him into a dirty slave, I knew I had found my man. After some necessary emails and texts, I arranged for Greg to come over to the house to begin his new part-time career as the fulfillment of my darkest sexual fantasies.

Greg was not exactly gay, but he wasn’t exactly straight either. He obviously liked girls, by the way he ogled my breasts through the skimpy top I wore when he came over. But I could tell he was as attracted to my lover as I am by the way he melted when Jack turned on his characteristic charm. The moment that Greg fell under our spell completely though was the moment when Jack slipped his jeans down to reveal the erection that I had been helping him with as we waited for Greg to arrive. It was a very solid, and thick, nine inches and the look on Greg’s face told me that he was ready for all we had to offer.

My instructions to Greg were to come to the house wearing loose pants, a tank, and nothing else. Like the good little boy he is, Greg complied exactly. I had seen pictures that he had sent over the previous days as we had emailed back and forth, but the blurry camera phone pictures did not do justice to the man who stood in my doorway eyeing Jacks throbbing cock. He was slender, a nice contrast to Jacks muscular body, had dark hair and dark eyes, and skin as soft as a girls. He was by no means feminine, but it was easy to see that the strength I so loved in Jack would not be challenged in any way.

Unbearably eager to step into the role of dominatrix, I reached over and yanked the pants off of Greg’s slim hips and onto the floor. I felt him tense a little as I went behind him and pulled his shirt over his head. I wrapped the material quickly but tightly around his wrists, a neat little trick I had learned in college. Still holding his bound hands, I gave him a sharp nudge with my knee, forcing him to kneel as I shut the door behind him.

“Greg, I am very pleased that you followed instructions. Now, I want to see just how good you can be,” I said, smiling as I ran my hand across his smooth ass. Suddenly, I slapped his firm butt with my hand, my excitement growing as I watched him jump a little.

“Greg, I want you to show me what a good cock sucker you are. Jack has been waiting for a blow job all day, and I want you to give it to him. Be a good boy and swallow it all down, OK?” I looked over at Jack and motioned him forward. Although Başakşehir Escort he seemed a little reluctant, Jack could tell that I was excited as my nipples hardened into little points under my shirt. Greg obediently opened his mouth as Jack slid his already glistening cock into Greg’s mouth. From his emails, I knew that Greg had a thing for sucking cock, and as he began to take Jack into his mouth, I could tell he had a lot of practice. I watched intently as Greg moved his mouth up and down Jacks shaft, surprised that he could take so much in his mouth that his tongue would dart out and flick Jacks balls with each stroke. Greg’s eyes were closed as he concentrated on the thick meat in front of him, and I could see Jack quickly reaching the point of no return. Suddenly, Jack grabbed the back of Greg’s head and shoved his cock all the way into Greg’s mouth. I knew from experience that Jacks first orgasm of the night would be massive, and thick, and from the look in Greg’s eyes, he was feeling that cum slide down the back of his throat. Watching the show in front of me had made me so hot and slick, I knew I was going to take advantage of Greg’s throbbing erection that was becoming more and more pronounced by the second.

“That’s a good boy,” I praised my new pet as Jack pulled his already hardening cock from Greg’s lips. “Now, I want to watch you walk upstairs and get on my bed. If you lose that hard-on, there will be consequences,” I warned. Greg stood and nodded, and I smiled back at Jack, letting him know I was enjoying the show.

I looked at Jack, and asked a question I already had an answer for, “Are you having fun?”

“This is turning out to be a very interesting evening love, I can’t wait to see what’s next,” he said with that sparkle in his eyes that told me he would be hard and wanting again in minutes.

I laughed, and then turned to follow Greg up the stairs. He had made his way to the bedroom, and was laying on the bed with his round ass in the air, ready to please whoever came in next. Not realizing that I meant to use his rod to satisfy myself, he was unprepared for the swift slap across his ass that came next. “Never assume, you naughty boy. “You’ll have to pay for that one,” I told him as I reached into the nightstand for one of my many toys. I saw his eyes widen as I removed a large vibrator that was too big to be pleasant, even for me.

“Please, miss, I don’t think I can…” he trailed off as I lay the vibrator down, finding what I had been searching for. Jack had come into the room as well, and I knew he would enjoy watching what came next. Jack loves to watch me with another man, but we have always had the rule that I don’t allow another man to come inside me. With other females in the room, this has always meant that the wife or girlfriend finishes the job, so to speak. For Greg however, it meant something much different.

I pulled the vibrator I had been searching for out of the drawer. It was unusually slim, with just a tiny curve on the tip, designed for men. As Greg watched with worried eyes, I dripped a little bit of lube down the sides, turning it.

“Are you ready for this? Do you want to please me by taking this little rod in your little ass?” I asked.

“Yes, miss, anything you want to do to me. Please, I want to feel that inside me. I’m yours, you may use my body any way you wish to,” Greg responded, knowing that was what I wanted to hear. I removed the shirt that was still binding his wrists together, and gave him another sharp slap on his ass. I could see a slight reddening where my hands were beginning to warm his skin.

“Get on your hands and knees, show me where this goes,” I ordered. Greg scrambled to comply, looking back for my approval. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jack slowly stroking his cock, which had already become impossibly thick. I swirled the tip of the vibrator against Gregs quivering hole, knowing that he had only ever taken small cocks in his tight ass. He tensed, and I responded by slapping his swinging balls.

“Relax, you dirty Başakşehir Escort Bayan boy, by the end of the night, you’ll thank me for starting you off with something this small,” I chuckled as I forced the first inch into his puckered hole. After the initial invasion of my buzzing toy, Greg began to relax, and I was able to insert most of the vibrators eight inches, leaving just enough to allow me to retrieve it later. The curved tip had found its intended target, and I could tell that Greg was becoming more excited by the feel of the buzzing pressure against his most sensitive spot.

“Now, get on your back. I plan to fuck you, and you had better please me,” I said, pushing him onto the mattress. I have always preferred being on top, being able to control the pace and rhythm to ensure my orgasm comes quickly. That being said, when I am as turned on as I was right then, I come hard and quick.

I reached back into the nightstand and retrieved a pair of real police handcuffs. I quckly cuffed Greg’s hands, and secured them to the hook at the head of my bed for just that purpose. Again, not sure how I would proceed, Greg tensed and pulled against the hook. “Baby, that thing is anchored in the wall, and you won’t go anywhere until I tell you to,” I laughed. Greg seemed calmed by my statement, and I could see in his eyes that his submission was becoming more complete.

I straddled Greg, and my wet pussy easily slid down his straining rod. Knowing what would happen, I deliberately leaned back a little, knowing it would press his balls against the buzzing toy still embedded deep in his ass. Greg reacted as though he had been hit by lightning. He arched his hips against me, striking that spot inside me that Jack always reached but I worried Greg’s smaller cock would be unable to touch. Almost instantly, I knew I needed to cum. I quickly climbed off, and then looked at Jack. No matter how many times I have tried, I never get a better orgasm than I do when Jack is at full mast, buried inside me deep. He grabbed me with his expert hands, flipped me on my back at the edge of the bed, the bulging head of his cock slamming against the spot I needed filled. I gasped, shuddering at the release that I had been waiting for so long. After closing my eyes for a minute, I could feel Jack’s cock pulsing inside me, demanding my attention. This was Jack’s night, and I felt bad that he hadn’t had more action.

“Okay baby,” I cooed, “time to fuck that ass waiting for you over there!”

Jack again gave me a slightly worried glance, but from the way his cock throbbed as he slowly pulled out of me, I knew that he was OK with the plan. I freed Greg’s hands from the cuffs, knowing that he would want to grab on to something as Jack penetrated him. Even after several years together, my pussy could barely stretch to contain Jack’s cock when it was as thick as it was right now. Greg reached back and slowly removed my toy, handing it back to me. I could see in his eyes that he had been enjoying that curved tip, and he was reluctant to stop the delicate pressure.

Knowing that Jack had summoned the courage to finally fuck Greg, I couldn’t wait much longer to see it happen. My state of arousal had been dimmed only slightly by the quivering orgasm I’d had just a few minutes before, and so I did what I had imagined Jack would want- I motioned for Greg to get off the bed, then grabbed his hips and bent him over the bed, just the way Jack had fucked me countless times before. With my hand still on Gregs head, I used my foot to nudge his feet wide apart, then ran my hand across Gregs ass. Smiling, I lifted my head to look at Jack, just inches away from me, and whispered, “Honey, I have something here that you’ve always wanted.”

Lowering his head to kiss me, Jack ran one hand down my spine over my ass, and I felt the other settle next to mine on Greg’s ass. Although I wasn’t the one about to take Jack’s huge cock in my ass, I felt like a nervous virgin as I smiled and stepped back. Not wanting to miss any part of the experience, I quickly climbed Başakşehir Escort Bayan on the bed and settled myself in front of Gregs head, leaning back against the pillows so I could comfortably watch the scene in front of me. I know Jack loves to watch me watch him, so I wanted to make sure he could see my enjoyment. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube still sitting there from earlier, and passed it to Jack. Jack took the bottle, and then dribbled some of the clear liquid down the crack of Greg’s ass, smiling his sexy grin as Greg jumped. I could tell Greg was nervous, but the anticipation was killing me.

“C’mon, Jack, fuck him, please?” I whined from my place in front of Greg. Jack must have been as eager as I was, because he grabbed Greg’s ass, spreading his cheeks to expose that tight little hole. Jack lifted his heavy cock, and guided the head of it to Greg’s puckered cavity. Jack pushed the head of his cock against Greg’s sphincter and began to slowly push. Greg squirmed and moaned beneath him, but Jack continued his steady pressure. Greg began to moan with pleasure even as he gripped the sheets, trying at once to escape and take more of Jack’s throbbing cock at the same time. With a low growl, Jack grabbed Greg’s hips and slammed against him, filling Greg in an instant with his hard member. Greg’s eyes flew open, and his chest lifted from the sheets. Amazingly, I could see that Greg’s cock had hardened and was now pushing against his belly. Looking up at Jack, I felt my pussy moisten as I took in the look of bliss on his face, head thrown back, eyes close. This was exactly what I wanted to see, I realized, Jack’s pleasure was causing my pussy to start undulating as if his cock was inside me.

A little bead of sweat formed on Jack’s brow, and I knew it was killing him to stay still. I was about to tell him to fuck Greg for all he was worth when Greg took the words right out of my mouth, moaning “Ooooh, that feels so good, please, fuck my ass. I want to feel you cum.”

Jack snapped into action, pressing Greg’s hips against the bed as he thrust hard. Something about feeling a man below him gave Jack permission to pound him more furiously than he had ever taken me, and the bed shook with the force of Jacks thrusts. Greg began biting his lip, and I could tell he was taking far more pleasure from this than my little toy had been able to provide. The whole scene had me so hot and wet that I found my hand slipping between my legs to finger my clit as Jack slammed into Greg again and again. I rapidly felt my orgasm approaching and decided to take advantage of Greg’s nearby mouth. I scooted forward until my pussy was pressed against Greg’s parted lips, then grabbed his hair and pulled his face into my moist folds. “Fuck me with your mouth,” I whispered.

Greg took to this new challenge right away, and I could feel his tongue slam into me with each thrust of Jack’s hips, and felt my body tighten as the orgasm began running through my body. I pulled back, allowing my supersensitive folds a break from Greg’s mouth. I opened my eyes, and saw that Jack too had been effected by my orgasm. With a final deep thrust, Jack buried his cock in Greg’s ass and began coming with excited gasps. Jack’s orgasm went on for what seemed like hours, and when he finally started to breathe normally, Jack began to slowly pull out. I watched Greg’s face fall as the tip of Jack’s cock slid from Greg’s ass, and saw that Greg’s organ was still standing at attention.

Realizing that Greg had yet to cum, I crawled forward on my belly and took the tip of Greg’s cock in my mouth. The intensity of the evening’s experiences must have left Greg on the edge of orgasm for some time, for as soon as I drew the head of his cock into my mouth, Greg gave a whimper and started to cum in my mouth. Knowing that the feeling would drive him crazy, I sucked hard on Greg’s cock as he came, flicking my tongue against the underside of his cock. Greg’s whimpers turned to loud groans as his cock grew soft in my mouth. Sliding his cock out of my mouth, I sat up and looked around the room. Jack was lying on the bed, with his hands stacked behind his head and a naughty smile on his face. Greg was sitting on the edge of the bed enjoying the last tremors of his orgasm. I smiled to myself, thinking that this was an experience none of us would soon forget, although hopefully, it would be the first night of many.

I had left school in the June and was waiting to go to college after the summer break. All my mates had gone straight into jobs, so I had the prospect of spending the hot summer days on my own.

Two days into the holiday period I was bored stiff, so I volunteered to mow the front law. Stripped down to a little pair of white shorts and my trainers, I let the lawn mower loose on the unruly grass.

Hearing voices, I looked up and saw Jimmy Pearce and Billy White, both members of the local rugby team. Although they were both eighteen, the same age as me, they were bigger, stronger and more adult than I was.

Jim asked me if I was enjoying myself and when I shook my head he made a suggestion. “Bill and I are going to the bluebell woods tomorrow, if you would like to come with us. We’ll take some sandwiches and drink cans, kick a ball about, and have a good time.”

I could not say yes quickly enough, the thought of spending the day with these two guys was much better than being bored on my own. Next morning we set off, walking along the road, then the lane, until finally reaching the start of the woods. At first we kept to the pathways but then ventured deeper into the wood until we reached a small clearing.

We all took our tops off and ran round kicking the ball about and having a great time. Then we sat down and eat our lunch whilst the hot sun shone down on our young bodies. Billy took off his jeans, briefs and trainers and showed off his slim, taut body with a large uncut cock. Jimmy then did the same, leaving me as the only one who still had clothes on.

The boys gave me a funny look and I realized that they expected me to get naked as well. So without giving it much thought, I removed my little shorts, underpants and footwear, leaving me as naked as they were. Billy just lay on his back, letting the sun’s rays get to his bare body, whilst he started to gently handle his cock. As Bakırköy Escort we lay there, my new friends started tickling me all over. Then the tickling turned to stroking, Billy from my knees up, Jimmy from my chest down, until their hands met up.

I didn’t know what to do, so I let my hand engulf my cock and started to play with it.

Both guys then started to kiss me and gently stroke every part of my body, I was getting very, very horny. Jimmy massaged my half erect organ whilst Billy’s fingers explored the inner cheeks of my virgin ass. .

Suddenly he was down on his knees in front of me, his tongue flicking against my cock head.

What could I do? Part of me wasn’t very happy about this turn of events but part of me was excited beyond belief. Billy stood behind me kissing the back of my neck and fondling my bum cheeks as his friend took my cock deep into his mouth. He stroked my balls with the fingers of one hand, whilst the fingers of the other held my length deep inside his educated mouth. I could not survive this sort of treatment for long, and after only a few minutes I felt my balls tighten as I filled his mouth with red hot cum.

After that my new found friends told me, in no uncertain terms that it was my turn to milk their cocks, I got down on my knees as they stood in front of me, their hard dicks pointing towards my mouth. I stared in awe at their hard cocks, which were both longer and fatter than mine, and then taking hold of both of them, I commenced to give Jimmy’s one a good licking. Jimmy held me by the back of my head, forcing me to take the rampant organ into my mouth. I sucked on the cock, using my tongue to stimulate the leaking cock head, whilst I wrapped my fingers round the shaft and jerked it, my other hand being employed in keeping Billy aroused.

After a time I changed cocks, this time using my mouth on Billy’s uncut monster. Bakırköy Escort Bayan I kept changing cocks until Jimmy gasped and filled my mouth with spurt after spurt of hot cum.

I could then concentrate on bringing his mate off, only Billy pulled out of my mouth and emptied his cock on my face and in my hair.

After that we just lay there letting the sun’s rays work on our bodies. This gave me the chance to study my new friends. Because they were nineteen, a year older than me, and were deep into sport their bodies were leaner, harder than mine, which still had a touch of puppy fat about it. Their faces were different as well, more like men rather than boyish like mine.

After a time the guys started to get hard again, they started looking at me in a predatory way, which made me feel a bit worried. Suddenly, they both moved together, forcing me onto my hands and knees. I had an idea what they had in mind and begged them to let me go, but they laughed and while Billy held me in a headlock, Jimmy forced my knees far apart. They were going to fuck me and there was nothing that I could do about it.

I felt Jimmy fingers start to enter my virgin ass, they were covered in Vaseline from a tube that he had taken from his bag, it had all been planned from the beginning. After a few minutes the fingers were withdrawn and Jim’s helmet pushed between my bum cheeks. At first he was content to slide his cockhead up and down my ass crack, then he shouted to Billy, “OK let’s go,” Bill grabbed me by the shoulders and thrust me back on the waiting cock, causing me to cry out in pain. I could feel Jimmy’s pubic hair against my bottom and realized that he impaled me up to the hilt.

He told me that it would only hurt for a minute and that I would get used to having a hot dick up my ass. When he started to move inside me I was so frightened that my poor bottom would Escort Bakırköy be split, but as I got used to the anal invasion the less it hurt, until it actually became pleasurable.

There was I on my hands an knees with Jimmy holding my waist as he hammered into me, whilst Billy pushed my shoulders back in time with the ever more powerful thrusts.

I don’t how long I knelt there taking his rampant cock, but after what seemed to be forever, he gave a huge thrust and gasped as he unloaded deep inside me. It was only after he had pulled his now deflated tool from my sore and stretched asshole did my school friends realize that I had got an hard on from all the fucking that I had received.

I knew that Billy would now take his turn at taking my cherry, as his cock was not only hard but had turned an angry shade of red. I didn’t resist as they turned me on my back, pulling my ankles up and apart, so that they were nearly up to my ears. As his dick pushed through my rosebud, there was little pain mixed with a lot of pleasure, Jimmy had been right, I was getting used to taking a hot cock between my ass cheeks.

Billy was obviously very exited and in order to stop himself cumming too quickly, he took pauses in his assault while he controlled himself. The third time that he restarted his attack on my bottom I was so turned on that I felt my felt my balls tighten and spurted jet after jet of hot juice over my stomach and chest. This provoked my new pals to say that a guy that cums purely as a result of taking it up the ass, is a guy who is born to be shagged. Shortly after this Bill lost his control, and for the second time that afternoon my youthful bottom was flooded with jism.

That was the end of the day’s adventures, we got dressed, and walked back home, every step reminding me that I was not the same as I had been that morning. I could still taste the salty cum that had filled my mouth, whilst my bottom felt very, very sore. My mother asked me if I had had a good day, “Brilliant day”, I replied.

“Will you be going out with those two nice boys again,” mum then asked.

“You bet Mum,” I replied,” I learned so much about the woods, and they have promised to take me there every day.”

When I woke up in the hospital, what I saw first was Grace, asleep in a chair next to my bed. My head was still pounding a bit, my face still a little swollen, but I managed a smile as I admired her sleeping form with my unbandaged eye.

I tried turning a bit, letting out a soft groan as my body was still a bit sore. This woke up my savior with a start.

“Oh, dear,” she said softly. “You’re awake. I’m so happy for that.”

“I…” I started, but my throat was dry and it came out more as a croak than anything.

Grace jumped up from her chair and grabbed the cup of ice water sitting on the bedside table and adjusted the straw to that I might take a sip.

“Shhhhh…” She whispered. “You just need some time to ad-just, dear.”

I slowly sipped the water and a nurse came in to check on me. With Grace’

“Welcome back to the world of the living, Mrs. Adams,” the nurse greeted.

“Wha…I couldn’t…How long…” I stammered, trying to get my bearings.

“I’ll take it from here, Nurse Johnson,” Grace jumped in be-fore the nurse could utter a word, nodded and left the room, clos-ing the door behind her.

I looked at Grace, the concern clear on my face and she sat down on the edge of the bed and gently placed her soft hands on my shoulders, to brace me for what was to come next.

“Grace?” I whispered, blinking my good eye to focus on her beauty, despite the worry on her face being masked by a warm smile.

“Desiree, dear,” she began, taking in a deep breath before continuing. “You’ve been in a coma for three days. You had a nasty concussion.”

My face lost all color and I began to cry. Grace gently and carefully held me as it all came rushing back to me. David’s as-sault, Grace’s intervention, the darkness overwhelming me.

“David?” I asked in a soft, fearful voice. Afraid that he either was gonna come after me again, or he was dead. I tried to brace myself for either option.

“He’s in jail, sweetness,” Grace assured me. “He won’t be beating you ever again.”

Just then, the doctor stopped in to check on me and talk to me about my condition.

“Well, hello, Mrs. Adams,” she said, cheerfully. “It’s nice to get to meet you awake. I’m Dr. Lyndsey and I am the surgeon that took care of you when Ms. Demming’s brought you in.”

I started to offer my hand to her, but she waved it off kindly.

“No need to shake hands in your state, Mrs. Adams. I’m just glad to see you’re alright.”

She picked up my chart and glanced over it, then smiled.

“All vitals are back to normal, the swelling has gone down and there’s no infections. You will have to be on bed rest for a few more days, but I think you’ll be ready to go home tomorrow, if everything continues to improve. We want to keep you here one more night for observation, just to be sure.”

“Than…Thank you,” I managed to croak out.

Grace was quick to offer me another sip of ice water as the doctor smiled.

“You have a Bahçeşehir Escort wonderful friend here, Mrs. Adams,” Dr. Lynd-sey added. “She’s been here since you were brought in, never leaving your side…except during surgery, of course. But she paced in the waiting room all the while. I think we might have to replace some floor tiles, though,” she laughed.

I tried to laugh, but it hurt too much. Grace shushed me, a sparkling gleam in her bright green eyes.

Dr. Lyndsey apologized for her little joke but Grace assured her everything was alright and that she would take good care of me.

The next day, I was finally released and Grace insisted on me staying at her house so she could watch over me while I re-covered. She served me meals in bed; made sure I took all my meds and even gave me a sponge bath (which was both soothing and embarrassing at the same time). She was like my mother, very strict when it came to getting better.

Grace had me set up on one side of her queen-sized bed “So I can keep an eye on you,” she had told me in no uncertain terms.

Grace was ever the gracious and tentative host, never once making any moves on me while I was recovering. Always tending to my every need…rather, my normal needs in order to recover, that is.

As the days past and I got to where I was finally able to get out of bed, Grace and I got closer. I insisted on helping her put away more of her stuff, since it was my fault for her not finishing moving in. This upset her just a tad as she told me it was David’s fault, not mine.

It was a couple of weeks later when everything was where Grace wanted things. She had even set up a place for some of my clothes so she would not have to make so many trips across the street for things I needed. I had also gotten many cards and flowers from the neighborhood during that time, wishing me well.

I had finally gotten the eye patch off of my right eye and my bandage removed from my head, my hair had been cut off for surgery, but it, too was growing back. It was still on the butch side of things, but Grace assured me that my hair would more than cover the surgery scar.

“How would you like to get out of the house for a bit, Desi-ree?” Grace asked, smiling.

“I sure would. No offense to you or your hospitality, but I’m getting stir crazy,” I laughed.

“No offense taking, sweetness,” Grace chuckled. “I have reservations at ‘Chez Paz’ this evening, but I thought maybe you’d like to go to the mall and do some shopping.”

“Chez Paz?” I gasped. “I’ve never been there. Always wanted to, but David was too cheap to take me anywhere so fan-cy.”

“Well, my dear,” Grace replied. “It’s time for a treat. A friend of mine told me about it and I thought it was a great idea to share the experience with…a friend.”

Chez Paz was one of the best (if not the best) Italian restau-rants in town. They are well known for their Agnolotti and Melan-zane alla Parmigiana. Bahçeşehir Escort Bayan I’ve never had either, but tonight, I planned on trying one of them, not sure which, though.

I dressed lightly, since it was a warm day out, the sun was shining and there were hardly any clouds in the sky. I put on a loose tank top and cut offs, a sports bra with matching cotton panties. Grace dressed in a t-shirt (no bra) and a short skirt. She also put her hair up in a ponytail with a green ribbon that accentuated her red hair.

“What shops are we going to?” I asked.

“It’s a secret,” was all she would tell me.

We hopped into Grace’s Vette and zoomed off to the mall. She was all smiles as we drove down the parkway, but never once letting on what her intentions were. We made small talk all the way, though. Not even on clue came out, regardless how hard I tried to trick her into letting the cat out of the bag.

When we arrived and found a parking space close to the main entrance of the mall, Grace and I put the top up and locked the doors. Grace took my arm into mine and escorted me into the mall.

We passed several shops, Grace never looking into any of them. She was on a mission and I knew it. Halfway through the mall, Grace stopped and turned to me, smiling wide.

“Now, from this point on, I want you to close your eyes and do NOT open them until I tell you to. Okay?”she warned me. “If I even think you’re going to peek, I have a blindfold in my purse and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“Okay, okay,” I giggled as I closed my eyes. “I give up.”

After making sure I wasn’t going to cheat, Grace took my left arm and guided me around a corner and halfway down the walkway before turning me into a store. I knew from the sound of the bell that we had crossed the threshold.

“Okay, sweetness,” Grace whispered in my ear. “Open your eyes.”

I slowly did as she asked and gasped. We were in Fredrick’s of Hollywood. I turned a bright red and covered my mouth. I had never even dared come into this place.

“Grace?” I asked softly. “What are we doing here?”

Grace nearly laughed out loud at my embarrassment.

“You need now undies, my dear,” she told me.

“But…I’ve got plenty of undies,” I whispered, hoping nobody else could hear the tremble in my voice.

“You forget, my dear,” Grace began. “I’ve seen your undies. You need something more…how should I say…sexy!”

Grace walked me around to look at the different displays and picked out a few sets for me to try on. They were the Legendary Lace Thong set in black cherry, Chinoise Brocade Thong set, Satin and Lace Holiday Thong in stormy night black, and the Eyelash Lace and Mesh Panty.

(Author’s Note: these can be viewed on the Fredrick’s website)

“I can’t possibly wear these, Grace,” I blushed furiously.

“You can,” she told me in no uncertain terms. “And you will. You deserve some sexy lingerie, Escort Bahçeşehir sweetness.”

Surrendering, I followed Grace to the back where the chang-ing rooms were and we found one in the very back that was emp-ty. I opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind me. Grace waited outside while I sorted the new lingerie out to try on.

“You’re gonna look great,” Grace assured me from outside the door.

“If you say so,” I replied as I began to undress.

“Trust me,” Grace said from the waiting area. “You’ll thank me for this later.”

I looked over the lingerie and decided to try on the most covering pair of panties and matching bra. It was a little tight, but not uncomfortable as I had thought it would be.

“Come on, dear,” Grace begged anxiously. “I wanna see it.”

Nervously, I cracked the door a little, hoping that she would just peek in to see what I looked like. But Grace wasn’t going to have none of that as she yanked the door wide opened and pulled me out into the waiting area and held me at arm’s length.

I quickly tried to cover myself as I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. Luckily, nobody was.

“Come on, sweetie,” Grace encouraged as she gently took my hands and eased them to my sides. “Let’s see the whole package.”

Nervously, I turned around slowly, letting Grace appraise me like a fine crystal statue.

“Hmmmm,” Grace said, with her right hand resting on her left arm which was crossed over her tummy, rubbing her chin with her right hand.

“Does it look ok?” I asked, blushing brightly.

“It looks wonderful, except…” Grace stepped up to me slow-ly. She reached out to straighten the panties and then the bra. Stepping back, she looked me up and down again before smiling sweetly.

“I think those are wonderful,” Grace replied. “You should get them. Now, go try the thong.”

Grace turned me and patted my butt towards the dressing room. I had to admit, this was kind of nice. But I was worried about the thong as I had never worn one before and was a little embarrassed at showing my butt to Grace, not to mention anyone else that happened to be in the area.

Secretly, I was getting a bit aroused and I was hoping that it would show in the skimpy black material of the thong. I quickly swapped over to the thong set and slowly stepped from the dressing room, looking around first to see if anyone else could see. Luckily, it was just Grace and me so, with a little more confidence, I stepped away from the door and did a little twirl in front of Grace, whose mouth was agape and eyes bulging out at the sight of what I was wearing.

“You look fabulous, Desiree. Not to mention sexy as hell.” Grace praised in a soft voice.

“Thank you,” was all I could say as I turned a deeper red than I was before.

“Let’s get both sets and get going. We have to go get ready for dinner,” Grace concluded as she hurriedly ushered me back into the dressing room so I could get dressed.

It didn’t take us long to purchase the lingerie and leave the store. Grace led the way to the nearest exit and after about ten minutes, we found her car and were on our way back to home. Grace had a bright sparkle in her eyes the whole trip, which made me a bit nervous but I also felt a little aroused also.

[This is the story of an encounter in a public toilet with three possible endings. Endings two and three to be posted soon.]

Chapter 01: Looking

I was at one of the London’s main train stations early on a Sunday morning on my way to work. I needed to piss. The public toilets were down some steps under the main concourse. The entrance led into a large area of sinks, dryers and mirrors. This was well lit and clean and airy. Off to left and the right, two long corridors, low-ceilinged and dingy, one lined with urinals on either side, the other with toilet cubicles. Inevitably, it smelt oppressively of urine and detergent. The whole area, at that time of day, was absolutely empty.

As I stood at a urinal, a very tall, older man came in and stood on the same side as me, about four places down. He was six foot four or five, stooped, lots of wavy white hair, a little shabby. At a guess I would say he was 60.

I’m one of those people who sneaks looks at other men’s cocks in public toilets. I can’t help it and I try to be discreet. Do all men do this? I have a smallish penis and am self-conscious about it; there is an element of perpetual shame in being under-endowed. I am always aware of my size and I am always comparing myself unfavourably to other men.

The man pulled out of his trousers the biggest cock I had ever seen – or even imagined. It looked 10 inches long. It was very thick, comically thick. It curved to one side dramatically Bahçelievler Escort and had a very pointed head — strangely small and out of proportion to the shaft. I was dumfounded and just stared. My mouth had probably dropped open in a cartoonish look of shock. I heard the man laugh and looked away. Embarrassed, my face felt hot. His laugh was knowing, tolerant maybe, but with a tinge of derision in it.

I looked down at my own little penis. The contrast was striking. Flaccid I am maybe three inches, at best. Humiliation ran through me like a chill; I had been caught looking, gawping, caught in the headlights of his breath-taking cock. Humiliation, sexual embarrassment, is a strange and confusing feeling. It is part dread or fear of exposure or ridicule, I suppose, but it is also, for some of us, accompanied by a gorgeous, molten feeling of excitement and pleasure. I love being humiliated or degraded, being made to feel small and inadequate, displaying myself, allowing myself to be exposed, vulnerable, emasculated. In a sexual context, this can be hugely exhilarating.

“It’s OK. Everyone stares. Let me finish and I’ll show you properly.” He said this with some kindness, indulgently. Then he asked, a harder edges entering his voice: “You do want to look at my cock don’t you?”

The word “cock” almost made me jump. This was what it was all about – me looking at a strange man’s cock in a public toilet. Bahçelievler Escort Bayan He wanted me to ask, to verbalise my desire. I am a married man, a father. I have always been a bit gay, had experiences with men many years ago, but it had been more than 15 years since I’d been in a sexual situation with another man. In this public toilet, this piss-stinking underground chamber, with a huge-cocked old man, I was almost panting with excitement, my scalp tingled and my little penis grew hard.

“Yes please,” I said meekly. “I’d like to look at your cock, sir.” I felt sick with fear and shame and humiliation to the pit of my stomach. Where had the “sir” come from? I was begging.

When he had finished pissing and ostentatiously shaking the last drop off his cock, he turned slowly to face me. It really did hang down to his knee. When I am flaccid, my cock is actually soft, it just hangs there, sticking out a bit, almost weightless. The way this man handled his cock it looked turgid, not absolutely hard, but definitely not soft either. It looked heavy too, like a limb. It brought to mind a club, a cudgel, not a human sex organ. His cock really did look unreal. I half imagined he would pull it off his body, laughing that I had been fooled – a cock just can’t be that big, not in real life, in a public toilet on a Sunday morning. He had a big bush of wiry white pubic hair. He picked up his cock, holding it in both hands, Escort Bahçelievler as if offering it to me.

I stared again, also turning towards him knowing I would be showing him my little penis, which was stiffer, fuller now. I wanted to show him. I wanted him to compare us, to know I was a little man. I wanted him to know that I was getting excited watching him. He grinned at me, nodded, inviting me to approach him. I was hard as steel now, and I started to wank myself. I wanted to look at him and masturbate, standing there in a men’s public toilet. I edged forward. Desperate to get closer, but unsure, afraid of where it wold lead.

Suddenly, I heard foot steps behind me coming closer. I turned to the urinal pretending to piss. The old man did the same. I zipped up, stuffing my little erection away. I had to get out of there before I did something truly stupid. I needed to get to work. Another man came into the corridor of urinals and started to relive himself.

I looked over at the older man with the big cock and said: “Thank you, sir.” I said this quietly, but the man who had just come in must have heard it. I wonder what he though it meant. The man with big cock smiled and winked.

I turned and left, washing my hands quickly and heading out of the toilets without looking back. I was still hard in my trousers. I was disappointed, already full of regrets at not touching that cock, at not getting to my knees before the old man. Had I missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to experience a cock that huge? But as I rushed away, I was also relieved. It felt as if I had had a close escape. That I might have been caught, disgraced, discovered on my knees in a public toilet worshipping that extraordinary, magnificent cock. I thought of my wife, my family as I rushed off to work.

One might say that travelling a long distance across Europe to go on a specialist bear watching holiday in Sweden and then not to see any bears is particularly unlucky, but sometimes good things come out of bad, which is the true nature of this story.

The Eurasian Brown Bear is not a common creature in Sweden and is also largely nocturnal, so is not easy to see in the wild. Generally, you employ the skills of an experienced wildlife guide and camp-out in the middle of the night near the smelly carcass of decaying elk (moose) and hope a hungry bear might lope-in for a feed. Bears have an amazing sense of smell, but they are also very frightened of humans, so you have to avoid anything that has the scent of people, like deodorant or toothpaste.

No bears turned-up in ten days of hanging-out in the woods, but others in my group did get a good view of a Lynx; I also glimpsed this elusive, wild feline, but it could have been a ginger moggie for all I saw of the critter as it disappeared into the gloom of the forest.

It was my obvious disappointment, coupled with the gift to our guide Markus of a bottle of excellent Springbank whisky from my homeland in Scotland that allowed me the opportunity to visit Sweden again later that year, this time in winter. You can’t see bears in the wintertime, as they are usually hibernating, but it’s a great season for tracking wolves and to hear them howling in the wilderness. Markus invited me to come out wolf-watching over Christmas, allowing me to stay in his little cabin in the woods, next to a pristine and beautiful lake.

When I arrived in December, the Swedish countryside was a winter wonderland of snow covered pines and frozen lakes. I spent a few excellent evenings out with Markus searching and listening for wolves on snow-mobiles and dog-sleds, which was a first and amazing experience for me.

Markus had to return to his family for the Christmas holidays leaving me alone in the cabin, but looked after by his cousin Lilly, who lived in a house nearby with her friend Elsa. Both were fabulous-looking, young women in their late 20s, tall, fit and slender; Lilly a brunette with striking blue eyes and Elsa a classic Swedish blond with long, golden hair.

The girls invited me over to their place for home-cooked meals and copious amounts of Absolut Vodka, a strong enough vintage to fuel rockets. Both were amazingly fun company and they seemed to love my British humour, as I considered it my patriotic duty to keep them constantly in stitches of laughter and giggling. Swedish men might well be handsome, but maybe I had the edge on them in the personality stakes, as both Lilly and Bahçeköy Escort Elsa seemed to take a very strong shine to me.

Near to my cabin and on the very edge of the lake, Markus had built a little sauna house, with an outside hot-tub and a wooden pier that went-out onto the lake with a ladder at the end. The Scandanavians are a crazy bunch and the idea here is to lounge in the sauna or hot-tub in almost unbearable heat and then every now and again, run naked down the pier and jump into a hole you had dug in the ice of the frozen lake. Readers, yes I know, these folks are as mad as ferrets on Speed! I can now vouch however, that if you don’t die immediately of a heart attack, then it’s incredibly invigorating, apparently even more so if you beat yourself with birch twigs beforehand to further stimulate your circulation (err, no!).

Anyway, one evening I was lounging in the hot-tub with a book, when I heard girls’ laughter as they approached the sauna house. On seeing me in the tub and with absolutely no shyness nor hesitation, the girls were stripping-off their woolly jumpers and tight ski pants to reveal their flawless and lythe, naked bodies. Before I had a proper chance to absorb this glorious sight of femininity, they had both climbed gracefully into the bubbling hot-tub opposite me.

Being a gentleman, I grabbed a couple of cold beers from a case next to the tub and handed them to my sexy new companions. We chatted, laughed and drank for a while, playing a bit of footsie under the bubbles. When in conversation, I suggested this was the perfect menage-a-trois, one hunky guy with two beautiful women, Lilly, who was perhaps the cheekier of the two, stated with a giggle that they didn’t necessarily need the man. With this, she leaned over and gave the lovely Elsa a gentle kiss on the lips.

As I sat helplessly on my side of the tub, gorgeous Lilly and Elsa started to snog passionately. Their kisses were slow and sensual, just lips at first and stroking each other’s faces lovingly; then, as their lust was mounting, french-kissing with tongues sucking and moaning lightly, as hands began to stroke yearning breasts beneath the churning waterline.

My thick cock began to swell to a full erection at this wonderful spectacle of sapphic eroticism; I pumped the shaft slowly up and down in lust for these two lovely and uninhibited Swedish beauties. Elsa rose a little from the water to allow Lilly to fondle her pert boobs and to suck away at her small, pink nipples, which extended to little buds as Lilly’s tongue flicked and swirled around them.

I could tell by the tremorous movement Bahçeköy Escort Bayan of the girls’ arms that love-making was not just happening above the hot-tub waves, but that hands and fingers were making their wicked way between soft, wet thighs. Both women were now half in and out of the water with Elsa feasting on Lilly’s beautiful, tanned tits, which were a perfect size, plump and firm with youth. The girls were now moaning and totally engrossed with each other, scarcely paying me any heed.

It was Lilly that came first. Elsa’s right hand was shivering faster and faster as she frigged Lilly under the water, her tongue still swirling around large, brown areola and swollen nipples. Lilly shouted-out loudly, grasping Elsa firmly to her bouncing boobs, as she shuddered and spasmed over and over again in a massive orgasm.

Lilly kissed Elsa gently in gratitude, raising her up with gym-toned arms onto the edge of the hot-tub and opening her legs to gain access to the delights of a clean-shaven, pink pussy. Lilly lapped at Elsa’s swollen labia and clitty like a kitten at milk, her index finger darting in and out of a tight little love-hole. Elsa’s head was thrown back, her eyes closed and mouth wide open with ecstasy. Soon she too was arching, crying-out and stroking Lilly’s dark hair, as a huge orgasm pulsed through her slender frame in a series of violent, electric shocks of pleasure.

The girls sank down into the hot-tub, breathlessly holding and gazing at each other, planting gentle, assuring kisses. Looking over at the neglected and frustrated man in front of them, they smiled sweetly with a glint in their eyes. “Isn’t he a handsome beast” said Lilly: “We wouldn’t wish to forget about him, poor boy”.

Splashing over to my side of the tub were the two most beautiful girls in the world, a dream come true for any red-blooded male. Soon we were kissing and stroking, three slippery bodies writhing against each other in the heat and bubbles.

Elsa was first to impale herself on my rampant prick, clamping onto me and humping back and forth causing waves to splash over the edge of the hot-tub. I moaned with manly pleasure and fondled her jiggling breasts, licking my tongue over raspberry nipples as they bounced up and down. The heat of her soaking pussy was so intense, it was a miracle I didn’t burst inside her there and then.

Lilly began to french kiss me and stroked my face and strong body, as I reached between her thighs to rub her clitty and pussy lips with flashing fingers, then probing in and out of her love tunnel to her complete and utter relish.

Swapping-over, Escort Bahçeköy Lilly this time grasped my pulsing cock, guiding it deeply into a vagina yearning to be filled. We both gasped and groaned as she pumped up and down on the shaft, her gorgeous boobs bumping against my face in gloriously comic fashion. Elsa kissed me and then Lilly and back again, her hand snaking down between us to massage Lilly’s pulsing bud as she bobbed up and down, causing her to moan loudly with high-pitched mewls.

Rising-up in the slippery tub, I lifted lovely Lilly from me and manoeuvred her around to face the edge so I could penetrate her doggy-style. Humping into her toned and tanned body, I watched my rock-hard rod thrust to and fro inside her, causing her tight little bottom to wobble deliciously. “Ooooh, I’m loving it” she cried over and over again.

Elsa too adopted the same position as Lilly, her fine bum stuck-up in the air and slender back arched, in a desperate gesture for her share of rampant cock. Withdrawing from Lilly with a spring of hard prick and a spray of love-juice, I braced little Elsa with muscular arms and rammed into her forcefully. This had her crying-out, spasming and contracting in immediate orgasm at the power of my thrust into such a tight, wet hole. Pummeling in and out of her had me grunting, as Elsa squeezed rhythmically on my pole, increasing the pleasure to intense heights for the both of us.

I knew I was about to explode and so did the girls from my pained expression and the increasing ferocity of my thrusts. “I’m going to cum” I groaned, as Elsa pulled forward, releasing her exquisite pressure on my pulsing cock, making it jump free of her and into my grasp.

Both lovely girls turned to face me, squatting down in the tub so only their faces and tits were above water. Pumping my hand up and down the shaft, Elsa and Lilly watched my pink cock-head disappear in and out of the foreskin with fascinated and excited expectation. Faster and faster I wanked that cock until my swinging balls rose and tightened and then it had to come, wracking me with pleasure – spurt after spurt of white hot spunk, splashing onto Elsa’s face and neck and down onto Lilly’s amazing boobs, which she held-up in order to catch the precious seed as it spewed over her.

Both gorgeous women were covered in lines and globules of pearly sperm, squealing and smiling at the manly gift I had bestowed upon them. Elsa rubbed the love-juice into Lilly’s boobs and Lilly sucked at the head of my sensitive throbbing prick, causing me to shudder, as I stroked the pretty faces of these wonderful Swedish girls in gratitude and contentment.

We had a few more wonderful days before I had to fly home to the UK and made the most of this time partying and feasting, but most memorably, making love together in all its varied forms. I have to praise these amazing Swedish women, who gave me some of the happiest and most satisfying moments of my life.

I. BACKGROUND

Traci was a tall slender blonde who had been my Mom’s roommate in college. They’d stayed in touch and I kinda knew her from her short visits. She was apparently rather wealthy and traveled a lot. I’d never understood exactly what she did but it was somehow related to the classical music and jazz business. It was clear that Dad despised her – she was blatantly NON-Christian – but she always seemed to go out her way to be nice to me. Dad went along with my staying with her only because it was the only way he could afford to send me to a Christian college. I’d get free room and board in exchange for housekeeping and looking after things when she traveled. I am kind of a neat freak so that sounded great. More important, it got me out of the house and away from my Dad. When I arrived she greeted me like a long-lost friend and I settled quickly. Traci’s house was gorgeous and she was very welcoming. She let me drink wine whenever I wanted even though I was only 19 and never asked questions about what I did on my own time or who I talked to or anything like that. For the first time in my life I was free, free to be ME. It was great and I quickly came to adore Traci. In fact I quite preferred her company to that of the kids at school…. I felt like an imposter there; I was so burned out on Christianity I didn’t even want to hear the word.

A NEW DAY, A NEW LIFE

Traci was usually busy during the day, especially weekends but this Saturday was different – she was free and stayed home. We both slept in and she took us to eat. It was a pretty day so we put on jeans and t shirts. Traci suggested we go out for brunch at a new bistro she had heard about. On the way home I said that I felt decadently stuffed from the eggs benedict.

“If you want real decadence, you need a mimosa,” she laughed in response. “Champagne and OJ”

“Champagne? I’ve never even tasted it….” I replied impulsively, immediately realizing that my statement would all but obligate her to buy some: that’s how she’d been with me…. whatever I had not experienced she tried to give me, like the rich indulgent parent I had always dreamed would replace my ever so austere real ones. It made me feel guilty sometimes because of the money she spent. I wanted so desperately to keep this arrangement for the length of my college career that I tried to cost as little time and money as possible and did all I could to keep the house looking great.

“Well you just solved my next problem” Traci chuckled. “There are three bottles of champagne taking up space in the spare ‘frig. And I didn’t know what I wanted to do with the rest of the day so if you are game…. we can have a pajama day with mimosas.”

“A pajama day?” I asked, never having heard the term.

“It’s just an expression” she said, “you don’t go out or have anyone in and you can let your hair down, not worry about how you look and all. You know, wear pajamas all day if you want.”

“Only if you’re sure that’s what you want” I replied quickly to cover my faux pau. “Champagne’s expensive. I am happy just like this ….”

“We shall drink mimosas till sundown” she chimed, feigning the splendor of a royal proclamation, “because you, my dear, are, so far as I am concerned, a neglected Angel and it is my assignment in life to rectify that. Mimosas and pajamas…. or whatever else feels good to you . . . . that’s the order of the day!

I always laughed when Traci waxed pompous because there was a sarcasm to it that betrayed her humbler origins in my mom’s childhood neighborhood and satirized her own socialite crowd.

“The die is cast” I responded mirroring Traci’s satire. “The queen shall pour and the maid servant shall clean the glasses”

“No, no! There is no maid servant here, just my princess….” she intoned solemnly, but she might ought to clean the glasses anyway, been awhile since they were used,” she winked and laughed. “But please, she added, with a note of seriousness, “never call yourself a servant again in this house, you are my guest for as long as you please.” I felt my eyes burn with emotion but didn’t know how to respond, barely squeaking out a Thank you.

“Your queen has spoken.” she dead panned, returning to her comic pomposity. “The word is banned from your lips, my princess. Endanger not thy birthright with foolishness.” She said, kissing me on the forehead and holding my hands lightly. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of the shift to guest from working for my room and board but didn’t want to break the mood and decided to ask about it later… or maybe not at all. I really didn’t mind the chores I had.

And that’s just what happened when we got home; I went straight to the kitchen & began wiping the fluted crystal glasses.

“I shall return” she whispered” as she disappeared down the hall, returning a few moments later in a red silk caftan and slippers to mix the Mimosas. She put some lite jazz on the stereo and we sat in living room which overlooked her back yard garden. Bağdatcaddesi Escort It was pretty even in fall and we were both pretty mellow by the end of the first bottle of bubbly.

Have you ever opened a champagne bottle? She asked me upon draining her drink.

“No” I laughed in reply.

“Come, this you must learn,” she hammed in her royal voice as she led me to the kitchen.

She explained the details of the art of opening champagne and then started to show me when her hand slipped and the cork popped, directing the foam into my face and chest. I salvaged the bottle from her hands before she dropped it but I got pretty soaked in the process.

“O God! I am so sorry, “she said dabbing at me with a dish towel. “I can mix them if you want to change and put those into soak. I hope it doesn’t stain.”

“Doesn’t matter, they’re old anyway “I replied heading for the laundry room. I stripped to my panties there and then went to my room and slipped on a long blue silk robe that Traci had gifted me the first night there. I didn’t get to spend much time with Traci but I really enjoyed it when she was around so I didn’t want to waste any time. I also had acquired a taste for drinking and wanted to learn about champagne and all the other things that were so mysterious to me yet so familiar to her.

“I can sure try” I replied eagerly. This new world of luxury and decadence that Traci was showing me kept me eager to learn and practice things like that.

“It’s a pajama day so no point in putting more clothes on, huh,” I quipped as I entered the living room.

“Ahh you learn so fast,” she laughed. “Of course it’s really all an evil plot to get you out of your clothes and corrupt your morals” she jested as I sat where she had set my glass at the far end of the couch from her. “At least that’s what your father would probably say,” she added with a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice.

“No doubt” I agreed. “But he’s not here and we get to make all the choices, Right?”

“Right.” Traci said firmly. “Let’s forbid all mention of sad things today and seek only beauty and pleasure. “

“Amen and hallelujah!” I replied, raising my glass to toast the idea. We clinked glasses and sipped quietly for a minute staring out the picture window before Traci sighed deeply and smiled at me.

“I hope you know that you really are beautiful and I really love having you here.” She said pulling her legs out from under herself and leaning towards me. “You are like a breath of fresh air on a life that was getting stale.”

“That’s so sweet,” I replied, feeling tears well up in my eyes. “This has been the best 6 weeks of my life…… Thanks to you.” My voice crackled with emotion.

“I meant what I said before,” Traci said looking deeply into my eyes. “I want you stay as long as you are happy here.” She leaned forward across the short couch and brushed the hair away from my face with her fingers and traced a line down my jaw to my chin before letting her hand drop onto the couch between us. “You really are like a little princess that’s just wandered into my life….I can’t get over how pretty you are either”

I had never really thought of myself as pretty, I was short and skinny and uncoordinated and somehow that remark burst the dam and my tears flowed. Embarrassed, I wiped them quickly and apologized for the outburst as I brought it under control.

“Don’t be sorry” she said softly. “I can’t stand what you and your Mom have been thru with …..” she stopped suddenly but we both knew she was referring to my Dad’s impact on our lives.

We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment before she moved across the couch next to me and laid her hand on my thigh. Her touch was soft and cool.

“Would you…. would it be ok if I kissed you?” She asked. “Really kissed you?”

I nodded shyly as chill of excitement ran down my back. She’d never touched me like this before, never asked to peck my cheek…. I could sense that something was very different as she pulled me to her and put her lips on mine. Then I felt her tongue probe my lips ever so gently. Instinctively they parted for her, but it seemed so strange. Our tongues flicked at each other in a long luxurious kiss, the softest I had ever experienced, yet somehow more stimulating, more erotic, than anything I had known before. She slowly broke the kiss and looked at me again.

“You know I would never ask you to do anything you didn’t want to, don’t you?” her voice was a whisper but huskier than I had ever noticed before. “You can say no to anything and nothing changes here. Understand?”

“Yea, sure, I know that, why?” I stammered, confused but suspicious as her hand rested on my thigh again, pushing the robe away this time and creeping higher.

“Have you ever…. been with a woman? She asked hesitantly.

“You mean…. biblically?” I flinched as I heard the word escape my mouth. “I mean uh um Bağdatcaddesi Escort Bayan uh ….”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean” she smiled, watching me intently with a look that almost resembled fear in her eyes.

“Uh no, but …”

“Your Mom never told you about ….” she asked cautiously.

“No what do you mean? I asked, suddenly sure I knew the answer. “Oh you mean, like you are ….. A lesbian?

“Well, not lezzie, she smiled softly, “but very bi. You excite me Rachel, like no one has since. . . . well for too many years.” She was silent a moment and I saw tears well up in her eyes. Recovering her composure, she added in an almost business-like tone, “if you don’t want to… If you want me to stay away from you . . . physically. That’s ok, really, it’s ok. Whatever will make you happy?”

I could feel the blood rushing into my face as she watched my face for a reaction.

“I never thought much about it till just now but…for you…. with you…. yes, yes I think I would like that.” I whispered, my voice shaking along with my body. “But I haven’t had a lot of uh you know, experience…I don’t really know much about ….sex. Just the basics with guys, you know.”

“Yeah, I know Rachel. But you aren’t a virgin…?”

“No” I laughed “not since last year. But don’t tell my ….” I stopped before I spoke his name and smiled at her. “Kinda stupid to even think you’d tell him, huh?”

“No, not stupid, not after what you…. how you’ve had to grow up.” She extended her hands and I took them. She gently pulled me to me to my feet and we embraced with another long deep kiss.

“Shall we retire to the boudoir?” She smiled leading me by the hand up the stairs and into her room. It was white with chocolate colored furniture and a four poster bed canopied in sheer white cloth. She took both my hands and looked at me. The white sheer curtains were trimmed with gold. It was bigger than any bedroom I had ever imagined let alone seen.

“Are you sure this is something you want too?” She said with a quiet intensity. “It’s ok to say no. Nothing will change. Nothing at all. I promise.”

I slowly nodded. I was trembling but could feel the humidity building between my legs. My nipples were hard. I wanted her too. I wanted this to happen.

Traci let go of my hands and pushed the hair away from face. Her hands slid slowly down my cheeks and neck to my shoulders. I untied the robe and she pushed it back off my shoulders; I felt it fall to the floor. She stepped back and looked at me

“My God you are beautiful… more than I had even imagined” She gasped running her hands lightly down across my breasts before pulling me close as our lips and bodies crushed into each other’s.

We lowered ourselves to the bed as we embraced and she rolled over on top of me.

Her silk caftan was cool against my skin. My skin tingled as its heat met the coolness of her caftan. I pushed my leg between hers and gently rubbed her mound with it. The heat from between her legs was incredible. She moaned as the kiss ended and nibbled my ear, then down my neck. I relaxed and let her pull away just far enough to bend over and suck my nipple. Her tongue rolled over the tip and circled the aureole slowly but firmly. Her fingers slipped under the waist of my panties. I lifted up just enough for her to pull them off.

Electricity seemed to run straight from her mouth through my body as she returned to my nipple. I moaned again as she stood up and pulled the caftan off over her head. Her breasts were perky and sagged only a little. Her belly showed the pockmarks of age but only sagged a tiny bit. Her nipples were dark brown and hard with little tips that jutted out inviting my attention. She pushed her red bikinis to the floor and stepped out of them. Her bush was trimmed very short and had been shaved to the edges of her firm tight labia.

“O God yes, Traci.” I gasped as she sat beside me and ran her hand up my leg, fingertips grazing my lips before it drifted up to cup my breast. She gently twirled my nipple between her fingers as her other hand drew little circles up my thigh and teased the pouter edge of my labia. I gasped as she drew her finger firmly across the cleft, touching the entrance to my vagina before finding my clit and rubbing it with firm, gentle strokes. I moaned and reached for her but she was just out of reach. She lowered herself onto the bed beside me and pulled me to her. Our bodies met, breast to breast, tummy to tummy, our legs twined around each other’s and our tongues dove deep into each other’s mouths. Her hands roamed down my back and cupped my butt. I hugged her to me as tightly as I could, savoring the softness of her skin and the gentility of her touch. She rolled me onto my back and broke the embrace, kissing down my neck and chest before she took my nipple in her mouth again & sucked it gently, twirling her tongue around its edges and nibbling ever so gently Escort Baağdatcaddesi on its tip. She kissed down my tummy and thigh, then up the other thigh. I gasped, anticipating her fingers as they pulled my lips open, exposing my overheated clit first to the cool air, then to the firm warmth of her tongue. She slid a finger into me, then a second one, massaging my interior as she worked them into me. I heard myself moan loudly as she stiffened her tongue and sucked firmly on my swollen clit. My hips rose as a wave of pleasure boiled up from her mouth and enveloped my belly, legs and chest. I grabbed at the sheets, then at her head, as though to pull her into me, to join us into a single entity of pleasure. I felt an orgasm sweep across me as my back arched off the bed and my hips bucked against her weight. I sighed loudly and collapsed as the wave of pleasure subsided into a warm glow. Traci pulled herself up next to me again and stroked my cheek with the back of her hand.

“I think you like a woman’s touch.” She whispered, almost laughing.

“Um hmmm… god that was good… O God, Traci, I love you” I said throwing my arms around her and pulling her tightly against me.

“I love you too baby. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this….” He hand brushed the hair away from my face and she looked into my eyes.

I hugged her tightly to me as hand explored the smooth curves of her back and cheeks, slowly moving into the crevice between her legs.

I rolled over on top of her and imitated her earlier moves, kissing down her neck. I licked a spiral from the base of her breast slowly towards the nipple before I sucked it as gently as I could. My nails grazed down her belly and across her thighs before finding her lips. I massaged her clitty thru her lips.

“Yes” she hissed, “o my God baby, yessss.”

My finger pushed her lips open and I slid into her, careful that the nail didn’t catch her tender flesh.

I slid the finger out and up to her clit in a single motion and began to rub as softly as I could. She moaned. I propped myself up on one elbow. I wanted to watch her beautiful body reply to my touch. I wanted to see pleasure in her face, pleasure that I gave her. Rubbing in slow circles I bent to suck her nipple and nibble her neck and ear. She moaned and I licked the lobe of her ear as one then two fingers pushed deep into, feeling along the top of her vagina for the magic spot. I felt it and saw it in her face at the same time. She lit up, her eyes flashed open, her back arched, a hiss then a soft moan escaped her half open lips. I luxuriated in the feel of her skin against my tongue as I kissed and licked my way back down her and along her thigh. Her perfume filled my nostrils, my tongue pressed between her lips, searching for that little button and found its goal. I tweaked it ever so gently before I began to suck on it. She arched and writhed. Her thighs clamped onto my head. Instinctively I slowed down and eased off on the pressure. My tongue barely touching her clit as my fingers found the firm spot below her entrance, above the bottom of her ass. I rubbed in smooth firm circles.

“O my God, YES, YES YES.” Her voice was strained and husky. Her body stiffened and quivered. It seemed to hang in space above me writhing. I slowly reduced the pressure from my tongue and fingers as she relaxed back onto the bed, her chest heaving in long, labored breaths, her eyes fluttered open, then slowly closed as she sighed.

I lay beside her, my hand on her thigh.

“Was it… was I…was it good, Traci?” I felt the blood rush to my face was I realized how stupid and insecure I sounded.

Yes, o yes Rachel,” she sighed. The she laughed softly. I think you’re a natural just like….” Her voice cracked from emotion and she fell silent for a minute. “You’re a natural, baby” she tried to finish as she discretely blinked a tear away.

“Just like my mom, right?

“Yea Baby, just like your mom” She stared intently at me for a second and then burst into quiet tears and pulled me to her. I hugged her just as tightly. We both sobbed, Tears of joy and sadness and longing and fear mixed together on my cheeks. I felt her chest spam in rhythm with my own. I knew what her tears meant as much I could understand my own. We lay in each other’s arms, stroking, hugging, and murmuring for what seemed like only a few languid minutes. Late afternoon shadows had invaded the room before we spoke.

“I suppose we should eat pretty soon, Traci sighed.

“I guess” I whispered, not wanting the moment to ever end. “What are you in the mood for?”

Traci raised herself and rolled to face me. “I meant what I said before… and NOT just because you slept with me….. The only rule I have for you is that you never, never think of yourself as anything but my guest, my lover. I want you to stay…. I want you….to do what makes you happy.”

“You Traci, the way you are… that makes me happy…. I don’t ever want to leave.” Sadness crept into my heart and voice as I suddenly remembered that this was all to end at least briefly with the semester… that I was expected home for xmass. Fear welled up in my belly.

“You don’t have to, baby…I have business trips, you have your school….the rest of the time we have each other.” Her fingers touched my face reassuringly.

Friday evenings were NOW for rest and relaxation.

Gone were the days of ‘Mom, take me here!” Our kids were on their own. Living their lives.

We watched them mature into women with good character and a zest for life.

Closing my eyes, I was startled by the vibration of my phone from inside my pants pocket. “Two inches to the left and I might have enjoyed that.” I thought to myself.

I frantically thumbed my way into my jeans to retrieve the phone. Looking down I saw “Janet” had left me a text message.

Clicking on the message, I struggled to sit up so I could read and respond to Janet’s text.

“We are having beers at the BeeHive. Come join us. Bring Patrick, he and Rick can talk about sports.”

“Janet knows we don’t drink!” I thought.

My reply read, “Sounds like someone needs to be rescued?”

“Just get your asses here.” Janet texted back.

“Fine!” I replied.

Patrick, my husband of 30 years, was already helping the neighbor so I had to go solo.

Arriving at the BeeHive I found Janet sitting at an outside table. Rick was sitting on the other side of the picnic table facing her.

“Kathy, hey, Kathy”, Janet shouted over the music. I sat beside Janet and got one of those, I already tried 5 beers. One of those hugs where they hold on a bit too long.

I broke the hug and looking across the table Rick had a pathetic expression on his face. “What?” I said.

“No hug for me!” Rick said like a child who did not get sprinkles on his ice cream.

I stood up, reached across the table and gave Rick a big hug.

We sat down as Rick sarcastically stated, “You need to give Janet lessons on how to hug.”

Janet lifted her head and with a coy smile and mouthed.” perhaps she could show me how to give a blowjob!”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and Rick choked on his beer.

“No filter!” I said to Janet.

“Sorry, can I blame the beer?” she asked.

Rick stopped choking and blurted out, “Lets try that!”

“OK, shall we change the subject.” I quipped.

“Fine!” Rick said in a childish voice while kicking the gravel below the table.

I took this in a humorous way and began laughing out loud.

Janet tapped my shoulder and referenced for us two girls to go get me something to drink.

While standing at the counter Janet apologized for her rude comment.

“No worries, although I could probably give you some pointers!” I said.

Janet’s face turned beet red.

“OMG!, that is the first dirty comment I have ever heard you say. What’s wrong?” Janet asked.

“I was merely joking.” I stated.

“BULLSHIT!” Janet replied snidely. “I know you, if you give a response like that there is an underlying problem. Tell me I am wrong.” Janet said.

“I’m just frustrated, let’s get something to drink and enjoy this evening.” I said back.

“Where is Patrick, why are you alone, you are never without Patrick.” was Janet’s reply.

Walking back to the table Janet informed Rick that the girls were going shopping and asked if he wanted to come along or go do something for himself. Knowing her husband, Rick jumped at the chance to do something along and ran off quickly.

“Shopping?, I hate shopping.” I said.

“We are going to drive down to the jetty and talk.” Janet informed me.

“What for?” I asked.

“I need to know what is going on with you, that’s what.” Janet replied.

The drive to the jetty was a quick 5 minute drive. It was low tide so the jetty was above water and dry.

“Great, its dry, easier to walk on.” Janet said.

We made our way to the end of the jetty and Janet asked me to tell her what was going on. “This is totally between you and me Kathy.” Janet reassured me.

“Look, I am not sure why you think there is something going on but there is nothing wrong.” I informed her.

“Again, BULLSHIT.” She stated.

“We are at the end of the jetty and not one can hear our conversation. Tell me what is on your mind. I can see it is eating you up. The way you walk, the way you play with your hair nervously, the tone in your voice. Spill it Missy!”

“Fuck you Ohio people are prying shits. Look you got me cursing.” I said.

Janet blurted, “Spill it.”

“Patrick and I are having a problem.” I said hesitantly.

“What? You two don’t have problems. You’re like June and Ward Cleaver for Christ sake.” She said.

“Patrick is going through what appears to be ED and I am not sure if I am handling it well. I have never really been the promiscuous type when it came to sex. I have always been reserved, It’s just how I was raised. Patrick has always respected that and things worked out.” I stated.

“However, NOW, I am getting more promiscuous and, well, nothing on his end. I know he is just as frustrated as I am. It is like I never wanted sex, now I want it everyday.” I said.

“Look there are remedies for ED.” Janet whipped.

“It’s not that.” I blurted out.

“Than What?” Janet asked.

“I confronted Patrick, telling him that he was not big enough. He has a small Bağcılar Escort penis. I don’t know why, frustrated I guess but now I feel horrible. I know he has the beginning stages of ED and that has an effect on the length and rigidity but I got horny and there was nothing there. The one time I get really horny and nothing.” I said.

Letting it all out seemed to be a great relief but what was said next knocked me off my rocker.

“Fuck Rick!” Janet said.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I surprisingly said back to Janet.

“Look, Rick and I have had our problems and ALL of them are mine. I don’t like this or that or something else. I know he gets frustrated and wants some kind of ‘relief’.” Janet confides in me.

“Relief?” I ask.

“Other than watching porn. He gets cranky if we don’t have sex twice a week and lately it has been every other week so he is quite resentful. Thus the childish whims today… I know he does not mean it and he is just frustrated but I do not think I can help him. Does that make sense?” Janet stated.

“Actually, perfect sense. Rick is frustrated and I am frustrated so together we should be able to help one another.” I reply.

“Are you fucking crazy, have you lost all respect for yourself and your marriage.” I boastfully state.

“Look, get off your moral high ground and come live in 2020. Open marriages, Poly marriages. This is like ‘free love of the 60’s.” Janet replied.

“What about Patrick, does he not have a say in this matter?” I asked.

“Several months ago we were at the BeeHive with you and Patrick. You saw some young buck and asked jokingly to Patrick, ‘Can I take him for a ride Patrick? to which he replied. ‘Go for it, live a little, live outside your box.’ Janet said.

I remembered that situation like it just happened. I can remember the aroma of that cowboy and the firmness his ass filled those jeans out with. I also remembered the conversation Patrick and I had that very evening.

“Look, I know I am going through some body changes with my age. I do not want you to live a sexless, unfulfilling life, void of any pleasure. If you find someone, have fun. Just be careful and things will work out. We have been together everyday for the past 30 some years. I don’t think some boy toy will cause us any strife.”

His words were echoing over and over in my head. He was giving me permission to have sex outside our marriage if I ever needed to.

My thoughts were interrupted by the splashing waves against the jetty.

“Let’s go, we have to get going. It is 8:13 and the tide is coming in. Do not want to get stuck on the jetty tonight.” Janet said.

We got back to the car and I drove Janet home. We went inside and Rick was watching TV. He got up and put his beer on a coaster then wiped the table.

“Hey, buy anything?” Rick asked.

“What?” Janet said.

I piped in, “No, just girl talk. I need to get going. Perhaps we can chat about this later.” I asked Janet.

“OK, sweetie,” Janet said and we hugged good night.

Rick stood up and as I went for the door I turned and walked over to Rick, hugged him, letting my leg drift between his legs rubbing up against his cock. “Night Rick.”

I whispered into his ear.

The look on Janet’s face was priceless.

Rick was mesmerized…Stunned. I left listening to Janet laugh at Rick.

Walking through the mud room I saw Patrick in the kitchen finishing up the dishes. “OH SHIT! I never ate tonight.” I said.

Patrick smiled, “I ordered you General Tso Chicken with lo mein noodles and an egg roll.”

I looked him in the eyes and kissed him. “I am starving.” I said.

Later that night I was reading as Patrick and I laid in bed getting ready for some sleep.

“good night?” Patrick said.

“Night sweetie.” I replied.

“No, did you have a good night with Rick and Janet? I know Janet can be a bit rough for you sometimes.” He stated.

“Oh, she is always talking without a filter. I am used to it though. She actually asked me a unnerving question tonight.” I said with a bit of nervousness in my voice.

“What was that?” Patrick inquired.

“Her and Rick are going through something and she said Rick was getting stressed because of their lack of intimacy.” I replied.

“Every guy is stressed about intimacy in one way or another. We live by our drive for lust. Like we used to live for the rush of hunting and gathering, providing the things that would keep our spouses healthy, happy. Now we live the same way but we no longer need to hunt or gather so it is our internal lust that drives us to somehow make our spouses happy. I know it sounds ridiculous but I feel it is how men are driven deep down…” Patrick explained.

“HMMM.” I said.

“What, she wants you to help Rick?” Patrick quipped.

“What? What makes you say that?” I said.

“Kathy, It’s 2020, people are more open about things now than we were years ago. We grew up being told that if we masturbated we would go blind, If we fornicated we would never see the light Bağcılar Escort Bayan of heaven. Today they see through all that and are out to just have some stress relieving fun.”

I was shocked. Did Patrick just give me permission to have sex outside our marriage?

I had to inquire.

“So you mean to tell me that if Janet asked me to have sex with Rick, you would be OK with that?” I said with a hint of nervousness in my voice.

“Would it be OK with Rick and Janet? He said.

My heart fell to my knees.

“Look sweetie. In the past I use to get really stressed if we did not have sex once a week or every other week. Now, I don’t think of sex that much at all. This is not a reflection on you, it is my biology. I no longer have control over my desires. My antenna has been stripped of its powers. I know this stresses you out but it is the truth. Sure, medicine can raise the antenna but it can not make the desire go along with it and not to its former glory.” He explained.

“Am I not desirable anymore?” I ask.

“YES, I think about you all the time. My friend, my wife, my partner, my lover, the object of my desires.” He replied.

“Unfortunately, it is not the same now for me. When you can’t satisfy someone you feel their pain, you lose the desire to try. All you see is the frustration on their faces or the disappointment in their voices.” He continued.

“I am shocked Patrick.” I said.

“I am sorry, we should have had this talk a long time ago. Now that the kids are gone we have to be more open with each other. It is you and me forever.”

The next morning I woke and heard Patrick in the back yard racking the pine cones and leaves. I watched as he moved to his music and flung the pine cones into a pile with his hockey stick. ‘Gotta make work fun’, I would hear him say.

I looked at my phone and saw several texts from Janet.

“What the fuck did you do to Rick? He was so alive after you left. He ripped off my clothes and we had sex right there in the living room. OMG, it was fantastic.” I read.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH” I replied.

“No seriously, he was a changed person. We have not had that much lust in our sexual activities, ever!. Now what did you do?” She typed.

“I got bold, that’s what. Wanted to see how you and Rick would react.” I answered.

“Tell me please.” she asked.

“OK, when I hugged him goodbye last night I rubbed my leg between his legs and gave his man parts an unexpected brushing. I also whispered ‘night rick’.”

“I thought you did something. Thank you!” She replied.

I typed a reply, “I talked to Patrick last night and he basically gave me his permission to help. Are you sure you are OK with this? I know Rick is, HAHAHAHAHA!”

“Only one request?” She typed.

“What?” I typed back.

“I want to watch! please?” I read with a sense of trepidation.

“Seriously? won’t that be a bit uncomfortable?” I asked.

“No, I really want to watch. I will sit on the chair in our room. Please?” She replied.

“For fuck sake, Rick will get a kick out of this huh?” I typed back.

“OH, FUCK YEA!” Janet sent back.

I met Janet at Joe’s Smoking Hot Ribs for lunch Saturday afternoon.

Janet leaned in and whispered into my ear. “SO, tonight?”

I looked at her and said, “Well, Patrick is on his way to a hockey game and will not be home until sometime between 11 pm or midnight. Looks like tonight would be the best time. Is Rick OK with this?” I said.

“Yes he has been asking constantly since your ‘rubbing.'”

“Shall we say 5?” Janet asked hesitantly.

“Sure but just to let you know this is going to be weird as fuck. I am so far outside my box I am in another galaxy.” I stated.

“Us too!” Janet replied.

I drove home and picked out a nice casual outfit to wear. I did not want to dress as a hooker, although that is what I was beginning to feel like. With that thought my phone vibrated on the nightstand.

“Janet?” I read.

“Look, Rick and I were talking and wanted you to know that at any time any of us feel weird or feel we need to call it off, no one is to be angry or hurt. Sounds good to you?”

I replied. “Sounds great to me. See you in 20 minutes or so.”

Ringing their door bell I suddenly heard the movement of the doors handle. My heart sank into my stomach.

“Hey, Kathy.” Janet welcomed me with a big hug.

“Well this is starting out on a normal vibe.” I thought.

“DRINK!” I heard Rick yell from the kitchen. “We have wine, beer and an assortment of alcohol.

“Margarita’s?” Janet interrupted.

“Margarita’s it is.” I jested.

Rick was wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts and Janet was in yoga pants and top.

“This is all too familiar.” I thought. “Just like any other visit I have had.”

“I figured some alcohol would loosen us up a bit.” Rick stated.

“Hope that is not forwarded to me?” Rick continued.

“Not at all, great idea actually.” I said.

After a couple, potent Margarita’s I went to stand and felt a Escort Bağcılar slight head rush.

I looked at my watch and it was almost 6. We have been drinking and laughing for almost an hour I thought.

We made our way to their bedroom and I noticed a big lounge chair set up beside the bed with a blanket strung over it. A towel was placed on the cushion.

The master bathroom was enormous. A walk in shower with no doors. You had to walk around a small wall into a cove to shower. It was quite nice I thought.

“Care to shower?” Janet said invitingly.

“Not alone!” I replied.

Within minutes I was in the shower and hot water was cascading down from the rain spout in the ceiling. “I am in heaven” I thought.

Janet and Rick joined me after several seconds. Rick had more drinks which he set on the shelf along the back wall.

“Lets lather up, shall we.” Rick stated.

Janet started lathering up a sponge and I stood under the rain with my eyes closed. I felt the hot water glide over my body as my skin jumped with the first touch of the sponge. My shoulders were being washed and I could feel another sponge on my thigh.

“OMG, I am about to explode!” I thought. “Keep your eyes closed and enjoy the moment.”

I could sense the sponge on my thigh moving downward to my feet and back up the other left, stopping at my vaginal area.

My breasts peeked as the other sponge glided over my nipples.

“MMMMMM.” escaped my lips as the sponges cleaned my body.

Rinsing off I stepped out of the shower and feeling brave I pulled Rick under the rain.

“Your turn.” I said.

Rick stood there rinsing off in the hot water as Janet and I began washing his body.

He was quite fit with a nice ass. I started cleaning his back when Janet grabbed my sponge and guided it down to his ass.

I took the hint and began moving the sponge across each cheek and then dug into his ass crack to wash this area especially well. I could feel him tense up as I pushed the sponge into his ass.

Reaching around to the front I took his cock into my hand and felt for the first time his long hard shaft.

Janet once again took over, she guided Rick to turn around as she began sponging off his chest. I stood there with his cock in my hand when Janet took the sponge from me and guided her eyes to Rick’s cock.

“What is your desire?” She whispered to me.

I saw two towels placed on the shower floor and knelt down in front of Rick. I began stroking Rick’s cock as he and Janet were kissing passionately.

I began feeling his balls as I stroked his cock. Being brave I licked the head and shaft and heard Rick moan.

I guided his cock into my mouth, “No going back now?” I thought.

Deeper and deeper I let his cock fill my mouth. I started to feel uncomfortable and withdrew his cock. “He is longer than I am used to.” I thought.

I once again began pushing his cock into my mouth. This time I got all the way to his balls without a problem. I stopped there allowing his cock to pulsate inside my eager mouth.

I withdrew his shaft once again then stood up.

“Your turn Janet?” I asked.

I tossed a sponge to Rick.

“OH MY.” Janet let escape from her lips.

I noticed Rick went for the breasts and shoulders leaving me for the stomach and below.

I glided the sponge over her midsection then began moving between her legs. Janet spread her legs for me as the sponge slid inside her vaginal area.

“First time washing a pussy.” I thought. “I like it!” I continued thinking.

I let the sponge fall to the floor and started washing her with my fingers. I felt her hand take mine and guide it into her pussy. Rubbing it as she grinds back to my touch. Spreading her legs giving me more access I hear her say.

“Rinse the inside especially good please.”

My fingers plunged into her pussy two knuckles deep. I felt her lift to the balls of her feet.

Rick turned off the water and we toweled off and made our way to their bed.

Looking at Janet I could not help but notice that she had her vaginal area waxed smooth. It felt so nice when I was massaging it.

Janet sat on the chair and spun it towards us.

I lay on the bed and Rick climbed between my legs spreading them apart. He reached for a pillow and placed it below my ass. This allowed my ass to lift off the bed.

I felt his tongue glide over my vaginal lips and my whole body exploded with tiny bolts of electricity. Over and over Rick lapped at my lips. Gently and carefully his tongue caressed me until I felt like I was going insane with pleasure.

I placed my hand on his head and pulled his face deeper into my pussy. Feeling his tongue enter my hole I looked up noticing Janet fucking herself with a dildo.

She placed the dildo on the cushion and was riding it. The sight of this toy thrusting in and out of her turned me on so much. I was losing my mind with desire.

I pushed Ricks head back from my pussy and guided him to lay down beside me.

Positioning myself on all fours beside Rick he took the hint and began positioning himself behind me.

I felt his cock touch the entrance. Without hesitation I thrust my hips backwards and encompassed his cock in one quick stroke. I sat there pushing back on his cock. It was buried deep inside of me. I looked up and Janet was feverishly fucking that dildo.