Emily & Ellen's Bet Ch. 15

This is a re-write of Emily & Ellen's Bet, originally posted in April of 2011. The effort is part of re-writing the entire continuous story arc of Ellen's Bet > Roberta's Bet > Dani's Bet > Emily's Bet > Ellen & David's Bet > Emily & Ellen's Bet. I re-wrote these stories for two reasons. First, I wanted to clean up some sloppiness in the writing. Second, I wanted to take the six stories, only two of which were planned to any degree at the beginning of Ellen's Bet with the others conceived and added later, and create better internal consistencies, and plot and character consistency, between them. At this point I think a reader could look at these stories as one tale comprising a six-part novel. Emily and Ellen: Emily & Ellen's Bet - Chapter Fifteen Emily Monday morning Ellen was already at her desk when I arrived. She was concentrating intently on her monitor, probably looking through emails. In a moment I was in front of her, my face just above her screen and my hands flat on her desk. I controlled my voice. Our office alcove is off the hall and by itself, but still I didn't want my voice carrying too far. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" I asked. "Oh, hi, Emily," she said, looking up. Then her attention turned back to her monitor. I reached down from behind and fumbled under the device until I found the power button. I flicked the machine off. "After what you went through in Baton Rouge!" I stated softly but emphatically. "That was just... what?... four months ago? Are you out of your fucking mind?" I repeated. "No, you're out of your fucking mind," Ellen said, taking on my same tone of voice. "I tried to stop you. I told you not to. But you just had to go and do it." Her voice softened, but not by much. "You're my friend, Emily. You're the closest friend I have or ever will have. I won't let you do this alone. I won't watch you go through what you did the other night from those two deranged bitches again alone. And it would be a dozen times worse." "You wouldn't have had to come," I said. "Yes, I would have had to," she said and gave me a look that said I knew it all along. "I'm your friend, too," I said, "and I love you Ellen. But I'm not your husband. What does he have to say about this? Did you tell him?" "As soon as I walked in the door," Ellen said. "And?" I asked. "God almighty is he ever pissed," Ellen said. She shook her head and actually giggled a little. "Oh, my God, was he ever pissed. But David loves me, Emily. He understands why I had to take this risk, and he's actually OK with it. He doesn't want to hear a single detail if we lose, but he'll be at home when I get home and we'll move on from there." "Well," I said, subdued. "Yeah, Ian's pretty pissed too, but he feels about the same way. I feel like shit. God, I feel like I let him down. And I did. He'll stick with me, though. At least I guess he will. He says he will." "Nice to be loved, isn't it?" Ellen asked with an edge still in her voice. "Yeah, I guess," I said. "Shit, Ellen, we can't lose this bet. We just can't." "Well, yes, as a matter of fact we can," Ellen said gravely, giving me a level look. Tears welled in my eyes as Ellen continued. "They're playing at Cellular, but the Sox lose two outta three there all the time." "Shit, Ellen, I'm sorry," I said, and I felt hot tears fall down my cheeks. "God, I'm so sorry I dragged you into this." "You didn't," Ellen said. "I'm a big girl and I opened my own fat mouth and rolled myself right aboard. Of course, you didn't leave me any real choice, but I'm a big girl and I'm responsible for my own choices." This was one of the few times that Ellen's more mature age and experience and judgment really stood up and smacked me across the face. I slunk off to my desk, sat on my burning ass, and found some work that needed doing. "Italian Village for lunch," Ellen said, flicking her monitor back on. "My treat." * * * * The ensuing week was uncomfortable, to say the least. As each day passed the weekend series loomed closer and closer. I tried to be normal around Ellen, tried to pretend we didn't have my immense Sword of Damocles hanging over our heads. I think Ellen was trying to make that effort as well. We just couldn't maintain the fiction. After our Monday morning blow-up, for the rest of the week we avoided each other's eyes, our verbal exchanges were all business, our normal camaraderie and bonhomie went missing. We had our lunch date at Italian Village on Monday, but we both picked silently at our food. Tuesday we tried eating lunch at Buckingham Fountain, but we did nothing more than sit stiffly and ingest our salads and diet sodas. Ellen spent almost the entire lunch staring out at the lake, shaking her head slightly from time to time. The last three days of the week she met David, and I met Ian, for lunch. The week seemed an eternity in length, our fates, maybe even the fates of Ellen's marriage and my relationship with Ian, drawing closer day by long, tedious, joyless, unending day. And what about our relationship? Ellen and me. What would become of us? Ian came over each evening that week, and not a single evening passed that I didn't start sobbing uncontrollably in his arms. He comforted me, reassured me, and expressed his love. Finally he'd go back to his apartment, and I'd listlessly prepare for bed then cry myself to sleep. Of course, I had to tell Allie something, since it was so plain something terrible was going on. That involved starting from the beginning, as in: Emily as a fifteen year old high school sophomore sitting down to play her first game of strip poker with her friend Daria and a few guys. I told the condensed version of the long tale, and Allie's mouth hung open through most of the narrative. She ended up with tears in her eyes and wished me well with all her heart. Finally, Friday afternoon came. For the first time in longer than I could remember Ellen and I didn't walk down the stairs, out onto the sidewalk, and to our parting spot together. We almost always ended our day together, even when we were both busy and over-committed. Instead, as I pulled my purse from my desk drawer Ellen sat at her desk, and I was certain whatever she was engaged with was not anything especially pressing. "Well, see you," I lamely offered as I moved toward the hallway. Ellen didn't glance up. "Yeah, see you Sunday," she said apathetically. I hesitated for a moment, hoping we could find something more to say to each other, but there simply were no other words to speak, and I went on my way. I was miserable and hated myself for what I'd stupidly done to my relationship with the best friend I've ever had. As I descended the stairs to the lobby and the street, I felt like a walking, talking train wreck, my stupidity and pride and desire for revenge leaving a wake of destruction that was epic in its proportions * * * * I couldn't know it, but the first game of the series, Friday night the 25th of June, was over before the end of the first inning. One run was already in for the Sox when, with Alex Rios at third and Paul Konerko at first, Carlos Quentin lined a home run into the left fielder bleachers to put the Sox up four to nothing. My shout almost died in my throat when the ball rocketed off his bat, the experience of rooting for the Sox, especially against the Cubs, so alien to me. Then I recovered and cheered loudly for every play in any way beneficial to my adopted team. Ian had come over and sat with me to watch the game both this day and the next, holding my hand much of the time. For Sunday Ellen had somehow gotten us four tickets, and they were good ones too: second deck right behind third base. I hoped we wouldn't have to go home disappointed and with an ordeal staring us in the face in six days. If that happened I knew I would find a new job. I knew I could never face Ellen again; I knew the concept of resuming a relationship with her and David after so disastrous an occurrence was beyond the realm of the possible. Peavy took up in the second inning what he'd started in the first. He ended up pitching seven innings of shutout ball, giving up only three hits and two walks. He threw just ninety-nine pitches, an incredible seventy-three of them for strikes. The Sox added single runs in the fifth and sixth and the outcome was never in question. The Sox ended with a six to nothing victory. They were on a ten game winning streak. The game on Saturday the 26th was much closer. Carlos Silva for the Cubs gave up just three hits and one walk in six innings of work. Gordon Beckham tripled to lead off the Sox' third. By now my reluctance to root for the Sox was entirely purged from my system. A runner at third with no outs means a run across the plate ninety-something percent of the time. Then Juan Pierre popped out to second and Omar Vizquel lined out to short. I got gloomy in a hurry. Alex Rios came through, though, by hitting a sharp ground ball up the middle that went through to center field for a single. Beckham trotted home and the Sox were up one to nothing. The lead lasted until the sixth when the Cubs Ryan Theriot lead off with a single. Kosuke Fukudome grounded out one to three, sending Theriot to second: what is known in baseball as a 'productive out'. Marlon Byrd hit an infield single to third, allowing Theriot to advance to third base. Derrek Lee followed with a line drive single to center, allowing Theriot to cross the plate, and the visitor's half of the sixth ended with the score tied at one. The Sox half of the sixth started with a walk to Konerko and with Quentin being hit by a pitch to put runners on first and second with no outs. Mark Kotsay put up a fly ball to center that allowed Konerko to advance to third. Alexei Ramirez followed with another fly ball, this one to right. The throw went through the cutoff man to the plate but wasn't close, and the Sox were back on top two to one on the sacrifice fly. The lead lasted only minutes as Aramis Ramirez lead off the top of the seventh with a home run for the Cubs. The seventh inning stretch saw the game tied again, now at two apiece. The Sox went scoreless in the bottom of the seventh, as did the Cubs in the top of the eighth. There was one away in the bottom of the eighth. Andrew Cashner had taken over the mound from Silva right after the seventh inning stretch. He'd cruised through that frame one, two, three. Now he retired Alex Rios on a ground ball to start the bottom of the eighth. He got ahead of Paul Konerko one ball and two strikes and then tried to put a hundred mile an hour fast ball by him. The pitch sailed into the center of the plate belt high and Konerko jumped on it and got all of it. He was into his home run trot before he left the batter's box, the ball was that far out. The Sox were back on top three to two. Matt Thornton came on in the top of the ninth for the Sox to try to close down the game. Could it really be this easy: the bet decided, like the last one, in two games? Thornton got Xavier Nady to ground into a six to three out. Then he walked Alexei Ramirez, and my stomach started to churn with the tying run now at first, the go-ahead run at the plate. Alfonso Soriano stepped in. Thornton fed him four-seam fast balls and sliders. Soriano fouled off the first two, then took a ball. He fouled off two more, then took a ball. On the seventh pitch of the at bat, at two and two, Soriano hit the ball hard down the third base line, but the ball was hit right at Omar Vizquel. He fielded the ball on one hop and started the ball on its way around the horn for the five to four to three double play. And the game was done, our bet won. My cell rang two seconds later. "Oh my God!" Ellen screamed into my ear. I could feel nothing but incredible relief. "I can't talk now," I told Ellen. Suddenly I was crying, tears leaking uncontrollably from my eyes and my breath hitching in and out. "See you Monday," I managed to croak out, and disconnected. I jumped on Ian, closing him in an embrace, holding his head tight to my chest. "I'm so sorry, Sweetie," I managed through my sobs. "Oh God, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I promise never again. Please, please forgive me." I broke the embrace and leaned back to take in Ian's face. His visage was neutral and inscrutable. Finally he cleared his throat and said, "You know what, Emmy? I think there may be more to this baseball than I previously gave it credit for. Delightful game. Think I'll give mum a call tomorrow before we go to the game and tell her I've found my girl. If it's all right with you, that is." Go figure. Sunday afternoon was as delightful as one could hope for a day at the ballpark. We sat in the mezzanine behind third base, basked in the sunshine, our bet already won, our feelings still undetermined but much on the mend, and watched the Sox go down. Who cares? I didn't really need six hours with Marcy. Three would do just fine. The Sox went into the bottom of the ninth down eight to three. Even at that score neither Ellen nor I are leave-in-the-eighth-inning kind of people. It was just the four of us: Ellen and David's girls are once-a-season kind of young baseball fans. The Sox mounted a rally in the bottom of the ninth. They pushed three across to bring the score to eight to six, but ultimately fell short, and their eleven game winning streak was broken. The event I'll remember best is Juan Pierre's at bat in that bottom of the ninth. Before he singled he hit a high foul ball behind and above us that landed in the third deck. Suddenly the ball dropped down and hit the seat back in front of and one seat to Ian's right. The occupants of the seats in that direction had left after the eighth inning. The ball rattled around under the seat next to him and he reached down and picked it up. "Well, look at this!" he exclaimed. I saw his right arm rear back as he said, "I'm supposed to throw it back. They'll need it, right? I see them do it on your Cubs games all the time." "No! No, no, no, no, no!" I nearly screamed. Of course he was kidding. He handed the ball to me and I turned it in my hand. Six years I've been going to games and I've never come close to a foul ball. I rotated the pale orb in my hand. The red seams stood out in bright relief, both visual and tactile. It was a bit off white from the mud they rub on all the balls before the game. That perfect off-whiteness was marred only by the smallest smudge of dirt on one side and a couple of small nicks, likely the result of its impacts among the seats. I turned it once more to look at the dark blue printing on the narrow part of the seams: The Rawlings logo above the top seam; the MLB logo below the bottom seam. Between the seams: *Official* Major League Baseball Below those two lines was a signature: Allen H. Selig, and below his signature the title: Commissioner Bud Selig. The Nitwit. I took another look, turned the ball in my palm, and placed the ball in Ellen's hand, a pathetically small offering. "The girls'll get a kick out of it," I said. "The girls won't give a crap," Ellen said. "I can't. Can I?" "Oh, yes, you better believe you can," I said, and leaned toward her and placed a kiss on her cheek. "You're going to be hear me saying 'I'm sorry' for a long, long time, Ellen." She put an arm around my shoulders, hugged me tight, and held the hug a long while, saying nothing. * * * * Ellen and I were more than busy all the next week. We hardly saw each other: She was here, I was there. We ate our bag lunches when we could and always alone. I think our engagement with work was a good thing: it allowed us to timidly and haltingly reconnect, to begin again to exchange our looks and smiles. Ellen had to work late every day except Friday, and by then we were both too tired to think of anything but home. It was just Allie and me most of the week at the apartment. We finally got caught up with each other's lives. We talked about my relief over not losing my bet. Then Allie was ravenous to hear more of my war stories. My only activity of any significance at home (well, aside from talking incessantly with Allie and boffing Ian when I got a chance) was on Tuesday evening. Ian had to stay at his apartment, busy with a little work he'd had to bring home. At about nine o'clock I slipped on a pair of flats and walked around the corner and then the two and a half blocks to the restaurant where Martina works. Martina wasn't around when I arrived: out on some deliveries. I was in a mood to indulge myself all that week, so while I waited for her I ordered a beer and a side mushroom calzone. With every delicious bite I cringed at how an indulgence like this, eaten so late in the evening, would sit like a brick in my stomach all night. But the Tums bottle back at the apartment was full, and Ian wouldn't be over to be repelled by my flatulence, so I threw caution to the wind and enjoyed my luxurious treat. As my culinary extravagance began to look small I caught Martina out of the corner of my eye coming through the doors to the kitchen and heading for the Ladies. I got up and followed her in. She was in a stall so I waited. When the door opened and she emerged she caught sight of me. "Hey, Emily, how're you tonight?" she greeted me. "You know what? I'm real good. Just really good," I said. Martina smiled at me in the mirror as she washed her hands. "Hey, you have to work Saturday night?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm almost always on for Saturday night," Martina answered. "Can you get out of it somehow?" I asked. "Ah, yeah, I suppose I could," she said. "One of the guys owes me a favor and I'm sure I can get him to take my shift. Good thing you caught me early in the week. But I know he'll do it." "Good," I said. She'd finished drying her hands and I pushed a piece of paper into one of them. She looked at it. "I know where this street is," Martina said, "but we don't deliver that far out. What's there?" "Let's just say it's a pleasant little surprise," I said, smiling. "Be there about ten or a little before?" "Yeah, I guess," Martina said, sounding perplexed. "Can't you gimme a hint?" I thought about it. "No. No, I think it's better as a surprise," I said. I put my hand on her forearm. "Trust me, this is one you really don't wanna miss." "Well, OK, then," Martina said. "See you Saturday night." "When you get to the door just tell the person there that you're a guest of Ian and me," I instructed. "God, now you've got me wonderin' big time," Martina said. She pulled a pack of gum from her jeans pocket, fiddled a moment, and popped a fresh stick into her mouth. "Believe me, you're gonna enjoy this," I said and turned and left her. As I exited the Ladies a guy in an apron approached the door and rapped his knuckles loudly on it. "Hey, Martina!" he said gruffly, "c'mon!" Martina's muffled voice came from beyond the door. "Yeah, just shut yer face. I'll be there in a minute!" "Yeah, well hurry up," the man said. Martina's voice sounded again. "Hey, you bother me again when I'm peein', Lenny, and I'll quit and you'll have to go find somebody else's tits to stare at." Snap. Lenny looked chastised. "Hey, no hurry," he said. "Take your time." With that he slunk back to the kitchen. I smiled and shook my head, left the last few bites of my calzone unfinished, paid my bill, and walked back to the apartment. Friday finally came. After work Ellen and I parted ways in front of our bar. "See you tomorrow night," I said, a little hesitation in my voice. "Yeah," Ellen said, "think they'll show?" "We'll find out soon enough," I said and turned and headed for the El station. * * * * Saturday night I dressed to the nines: a Jean Paul Gaultier ankle length gown and Jimmy Choo heels. I'd blown a good chunk of a bonus on them. I'd felt overwhelming guilt at the indulgence and buyer's remorse once they were in my apartment. Where was I supposed to wear an outfit like this? I'd managed to use it for one art opening in the neighborhood. Of course, it was now spent ammunition: I couldn't wear it to anything else in the neighborhood again. Really, though, it was absolutely the perfect outfit for a top at a BDSM club, the vertical red and black cascades of color the perfect expression of my position as top for the night. I patted myself on the back for my foresight. When Ian and I arrived at the club -- since we'd won our bet the boys were attending the event -- we were greeted almost immediately by a tall women, of an age between Ellen's and mine, wearing the dungeon master's maroon vest. Well, I suppose in this case it would be the dungeon mistress. "Well, hello!" she said enthusiastically. "You must be Emily!" I shook the hand she extended, and when I did she cupped my hand in both of hers and pumped enthusiastically. "Hi," I said. "I don't think we've met." "Oh, I'm Andrea," she said. "I usually do dungeon master duty a couple of times a month." I introduced Ian, and Andrea continued. "To tell you the truth we had to draw cards to see who got tonight. We all wanted to do it so badly." I gave her a questioning look. "You and Ellen are legends around here," Andrea explained. "That's great and all," I said, "but this is only the third time I've set foot in the place. How could I be a legend?" "Well, it may only be your third time, but Marcy graces us with her presence quite often," Andrea said. "Really too often for some peoples' tastes." "You can't get rid of her?" I asked. Andrea looked a little disappointed and sighed. "She never crosses any lines, at least not by any more than anyone else. Everyone else slips every once in a while. With Marcy it's more than that. She gets just as close to the lines as she can and has to be reeled back pretty often. We like to be fair to all our members, even assholes like Marcy, so we won't boot out any dues paying member as long as they don't flagrantly break any rules or disobey the dungeon master or a sub's top. We feel to do otherwise would inhibit the action, and that's something no one really wants to do. But she does push the envelope just as far as she can. And she just, I don't know, has a pretty deep cruel streak I guess is what it is. We all like to play, but the way she plays is, well, I guess maybe 'nasty' or 'malicious' says it best. That Brooklyn is with her a lot, but she's not as bad. Kind of docile." "OK," I said, "but how does that make Ellen and me any kind of legend?" "Are you kidding me?" Andrea said. She squeezed my shoulder warmly. "Everyone knows about the bet you made with those two. You hung your asses way, way out there. And you won! Believe me, there are plenty of people who have been looking forward to tonight. I've never seen a full house like this. You'll find Ellen and David somewhere. They're already here." "Oh, hey," I said, "we have a guest, a woman named Martina, coming this evening." "No problem," Andrea said, "I'll send her your way when she gets here." Andrea excused herself to go greet more arriving members. She began to move off, but called back over her shoulder, "Great dress!" As we walked through the club in search of Ellen and David we discovered Andrea was right. Since it was only my third time here, Ian's second, we didn't have much basis for comparison, but the place was far more peopled than two Saturdays ago or when Ian and I had been here. Almost every few steps someone we'd not yet met stopped us and had enthusiastic words of introduction and greeting. Because of that it was quite a while before we finally found Ellen and David. They were in the St. Andrews cross room, a place that held lousy associations for me. They were surrounded by smiling and friendly people. I checked my cell and found the time to be about ten before ten. I excused my way through the people surrounding Ellen and David and stepped up and shared a hug with Ellen. We looked long into each other's eye, then we smiled and hugged again. She'd had the same idea as me: she was dressed to kill and looked fabulous and red hot. She introduced me to the gathered members, and I was soon sharing the adulation Ellen had been enjoying, exchanging comments and answering questions. A few minutes later I spotted Martina wandering out of the hallway and into the wide space of the St. Andrews cross room. I waved, got her attention and motioned for her to come over. "Wild place!" Martina said after we exchanged greetings. "What's up? The lady in the vest at the door was all over me when I told her I was here with you. Practically offered to come to my place and vacuum the carpets." "Just wait," I said. "Just a few more minutes, I promise." I looked Martina up and down and she looked fabulous too. She was wearing nosebleed heels that set her attractive calves in sharp relief. Her dress came to just above her knees. It was just your typical little black dress. The neckline was modeled into a low vee that made her enormous boobs into two giant mounds of eye candy. Her hair was the same as the first time I'd met her, but of course sans the uniform ball cap. Most of her hair was pulled back into a neat and simple pony tail, except for enticing strands at either side of her face. She wore almost no make-up. My God, any woman in the world would want to look like she did tonight! As it turned out we didn't have to wait even those few minutes. As I finished my visual appraisal of Martina I could hear the place go progressively quiet. Suddenly the general noise level lessened, and I could tell it was because the noise coming from the front of the club had gone quiet. Then that slightly restless silence progressed through the club getting closer and closer. Finally, as the noise level in our wide alcove suddenly died away Marcy and Brooklyn walked into the room. "Holy shit," Martina said softly. The double snap of her gum reverberated in the silence and she got a bit of an embarrassed look on her face. She suppressed her habit for the time being: I didn't hear any more snaps for a while. Brooklyn looked frankly scared. She held her hands together at her waist, her shoulders slightly hunched. Marcy was brassing it out, but she was trying way too hard to look unconcerned. Then she saw Ellen and me and her face reddened noticeably. "Watch this," I said to Martina in a low voice. I strode over to Marcy and Brooklyn and gave Marcy a hard slap across the face. The slap sounded impressive in the now silent room. Brooklyn's eyes flew open wide and now I could see they were a bit teary. "Hey!" Marcy exclaimed, putting her hand up to her cheek. I slapped her again, this time across the other cheek. Then I stepped close and took her chin firmly in my hand. "The next few hours are gonna suck, Cunt," I said. It was definitely the truth. "Just how much they're gonna suck is up to you. They can be bad, or they can be really, really bad. Your choice. You are now a slave." Brooklyn's chin was trembling now. Marcy looked like she might have something to say, but nothing came from her mouth and she lowered her eyes, stared at the floor. Good. She was catching on. I stepped back to a position between Ellen and Martina, and took out my cell and glanced at it. I nudged Martina with my elbow and then spoke to Brooklyn and Marcy. "I've got ten minutes after ten." I said. Really my cell read three minutes past, but I thought an extra seven minutes might be good for them. "Now the both of you. Strip!" 2405 2.18/512345

What to Do With a Drunken Sailor pt1

There is a refrain from a song that keeps playing over and over in my head. I don't even remember for sure where it came from. I think it was something from the Kingston Trio back in the mid to late Sixties although I wouldn't bet on it. It goes: "What to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor early in the morning." What planted the refrain in my mind? As some one once said ? "Therein lies the tale." +++++++++++ Kate and I have been married a little over fourteen years now. We met on a blind date, something "clicked" between us and we haven't been apart since. Well, that's not totally true. We had spats and disagreements and had separated a time or two before we got married, but we just couldn't seem to stay apart for more than a week or so at a time. We both have decent jobs that we like and that we are not interested in giving up so early on we decided against having children. To spare Kate the hassle of birth control pills, diaphragms and the like I had the "snip job" done. I guess you could say we are an average couple living the average middle class dream ? buying our own home, two cars in the garage, money in the bank for a vacation every year ? and all the other trappings of the middle class. We have a wide circle of friends close to us in age and just enough in the way of outside activities to keep life from getting boring. I bowl in a Thursday night house league, have a standing golf date every Saturday at 6 AM with three guys I went to school wit and I play poker with six close friends on the third Friday of every month. I also take one long weekend in the fall and go elk hunting. Kate likes to dabble in the arts. She takes classes in painting, pottery, photography and sculpture. She has a MIG welder, and an oxy/acetylene setup with a cutting torch in the garage and she is forever making some sort of metal sculpture (and occasionally selling one). She has a book club and literary discussion group on the nights I bowl, but this tale doesn't have anything to do with any of that. It has to do with Kate's coworkers. Every two weeks on a Wednesday Kate stops with the girls she works with to sip margaritas (or whatever), shoot the bull in general and let off steam that their management causes to build up. If you listen to Kate the people who run her company are certifiable idiots, but then don't most of feel that way about the people over us at work? The fact of the matter (and one that I'm smart enough to never bring up in front of Kate) is that her company is consistently profitable and she has gotten a sizeable year end bonus every year she has been there. But that has nothing to do with the story either ? the profitable part I mean ? her coworkers definitely have something to do with it. Kate would stop with them and on those nights she would usually come home late. She always told me not to wait up for her, but I would stay up and wait for her anyway. I did this because Kate did not handle alcohol well. A few more drinks than she should have and Kate got silly. "Dancing with a lampshade on her head silly" so maybe one night in four I'd get a call from one of Kate's coworkers telling me that Kate was in no condition to walk home let alone drive and on those nights I would have to go and pick her up. Kate was an extremely attractive and sexy looking woman, but I never worried about some horn-dog moving in on her when she was blitzed because the lounge they stopped at wasn't that kind of place. It didn't have a dance floor, a juke box or a live band and it is almost impossible to move in on one woman sitting at a table with eight or ten others without a working line like: "Would you care to dance?" "I saw you sitting her alone while all the others are out there dancing. Can I keep you company?" Face it. "I saw you sitting here and you turn me on. Want to go some place and fuck" just wouldn't get it done. Then again, if it was Pauline French sitting there it would probably work, but that is neither here or there since Pauline isn't part of this tale either. +++++++++++ It was late in the fall and elk season was about to open. I was going to take my usual long weekend and try my luck. I was leaving Thursday afternoon and wouldn't be back until the following Tuesday. I asked Kate what she had planned for while I was gone and she told me that she was going to work on some of her metal sculptures and that she would be going to a Mary Kay party on Saturday. I told her that I really didn't want her to change her shade of lipstick (I didn't really care, but a smart husband has to pretend to notice things like that) and to enjoy herself and then I headed out on the hunt. The hunt turned out to be four days in the great outdoors getting lots of fresh air. I didn't even come close to getting my elk. I saw plenty of sign, but I never saw anything except rabbits and an occasional squirrel. I struck camp and headed home and an hour out I called Kate to let her know I was almost home. When I walked into the house I found Kate waiting for me in a sexy black lace peignoir and high heels. "Three guesses as to what I want lover and the first two don't count." "Let me take a quick shower and I believe I can accommodate you." "No lover, no shower, now!" No way was I going to argue with her so I started undressing as I followed her to the bedroom. She sucked me, fucked me, sucked and fucked me a second time and would have gone a third time if I had been able. The next morning I wok up with a hot mouth on my cock and so I just laid still and enjoyed. After I was hard enough to suit her Kate climbed on and rode us both to an orgasm and then she gave me a passionate kiss and told me to go shower while she put the coffee on. Over breakfast I asked what was the special occasion that prompted our morning interlude. "I missed you. I'm glad you are home." "Maybe I should go away more often." "Don't you dare!" That night after dinner I was in the spare bedroom that we had turned into a home office going over some papers that I had brought home from work when she walked in wearing only high heels. The outcome was predictable and in the warm afterglow Kate surprised me and asked: "Do you have any fantasies?" "Just winning the lottery." "Don't you have any sexual fantasies?" "I have wondered what it would be like to have a naked Catherine Zeta Jones and a naked Charlize Theron in a hair pulling cat-fight over who got to give me a blow job." "Don't you have any involving me?" "Other than watching you being gangbanged by a bunch of college students in a fraternity house? No, none that I can think of." "You really would like to see me gangbanged?" "Of course not. What is this all about Kate?" "I want to do something special for you to show you just how much I love you. I thought that if you had a fantasy I would give it to you." "No Kate, sorry, but I don't have any." "How about something that you would like to do that we have never done?" "Now that's a different story." "What? What is it?" "We don't need to go there Kate." "Yes we do lover. I want to know." "You already know Kate and you have already said no and I accepted it so let it be." "No baby, I told you I want to do something special for you." "I don't want you doing something that you don't want to do just because you want to please me. What we have is plenty good enough." "No lover, tell me." I hesitated several moments and then said, "I've always wanted you to suck me to completion and then swallow and I've always wanted to try anal and you have always said no to both." "That was then lover, but this is now" and she slid down and took me in her mouth. She gave me a halfway decent blow job considering that she had never done one before and she surprised me by swallowing my cum when I got my rocks off. "Was it good?" "It was great." "Tomorrow we will do anal." She cuddled up next to me and in minutes we were both asleep. ++++++++++++ In my office the next day I thought about how Kate was acting since I got back. I had no idea what had caused it, but I liked it and I hoped that it would continue. According to "The Smart Husband's Handbook" one of the ways that might help keep things moving along was to send flowers so I sent Kate a dozen roses to her at her office with a card that was simply signed, "Your secret admirer." Kate usually beats me home by fifteen or twenty minutes and she was in the kitchen getting a start on dinner when I got there. Given the way she had behaved the last two days I half expected her to hurry over to me, throw her arms around me and give me a passionate kiss, but all she did was turn, smile at me and say: "Hi honey. Figure a half hour until dinner" and then she turned back to what she was doing. We made the usual "how did your day go" type talk over dinner and I waited for her to mention the roses, but she never did. I noticed that she seemed to be pre-occupied, almost like she had something on her mind. "Anything wrong?" "No, why?" "You seem to be somewhere else." She looked at me, smiled and then said, "It's nothing honey. Just a little apprehension over giving you your dessert tonight." "My dessert?" "You haven't forgotten that you get to tap my sexy butt tonight have you?" "No baby, we don't need to do that." "But I want to. I want to do it for you." "Maybe you do, but it seems like it is bothering you, especially if it has you feeling apprehensive." "I've never done it honey and the hole is so small and you are so big." I let the subject drop, helped Kate clear the table and then dried the dishes and put them away as she washed them and handed them to me. When the kitchen was straight I went into the home office and started organizing the papers and receipts I would need when I did our taxes. I'd been working on things for maybe twenty minutes when I heard: "Do you really want to mess with those silly old papers when there is something more interesting that you could be doing?" I turned and saw Kate standing there naked except for the high heels that she knew turned me on. I dropped the pen I had in my hand, stood up and followed her to the bedroom. I ate her pussy and then she sucked my cock and I do have to admit that my second blow job from her was better than the first. Then I very carefully and slowly took her anal cherry. I know it hurt her at first, but she hung in there and was actually starting to get into it when I came. We showered together and she washed my cock and when we got out of the shower she pushed me back on the bed, sucked me hard and then had me do her doggie style. "Did I do all right?" "You were superb." "The anal wasn't near as bad as I thought it would be. I kind of liked it there toward the end. Can I ask you a question?" "Of course." "Why have you always wanted anal sex?" "Because I'd never had it and I wanted to know what it was like." "So it was your first time too?" "Yep." "Oh wow." I woke up with a hot mouth working on my cock and when Kate saw that I was awake she got on her knees, put her head down on the pillow and said: "My ass lover, do my ass." When we were done I headed for the shower while Kate went to the kitchen to put the coffee on. Then she showered while I dressed and then I fixed breakfast while she dressed. Over breakfast she asked if it was my poker night and I told her no and then she told me in that case I should make sure that I hurried home because she had a surprise for me. +++++++++++++++ When I got to work I called the florist to check on the roses I ordered and I was assured that they were delivered to Kate. They had been delivered at 3:05 in the afternoon and yes she was sure they were delivered to Kate Barton. The receptionist had pointed out Kate and the roses had been delivered to Kate at her desk. When I hung up I was thinking that it was so unlike Kate not to have mentioned them and then I had a disquieting thought. I had only had the card say "From your secret admirer." Was there someone else who might be sending her flowers? Could there be someone else she could think of as being her secret admirer? Nah! Couldn't be. Or could it? Kate had been extremely amorous that week; a lot more amorous than usual. Was it because she was feeling guilty over something and was somehow trying to make it up to me? Kate's car was in the garage when I got home and when I walked into the house I hollered out: "Honey, I'm home." "In the family room" she called back. I walked into the family room and stopped and stared. Kate was a living, breathing, walking wet dream. She was wearing what I believe is called a 'shelf bra.' It lifted her tits and cupped them from beneath, but didn't cover a thing. She had applied rouge or blush or something to her nipples and they were strawberry red and erect. She was wearing crotchless panties that matched the bra, a garter belt and nylons and had sexy high heels on her feet. There was an opened bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table and Kate walked up to me and handed me a sheet of paper. "The evening's menu sir. My name is Kate and I will be your server this evening. May I suggest the special of the day?" I looked at the sheet of paper and saw that it was designed like a restaurant menu. Welcome to Chez Barton Open for your pleasure from 6 PM until 2 AM. Special of the Day "The Full Experience" (Ask your waitress for details) "The Chef' Surprise" (Ask your waitress for details) Ala Carte Desserts The Half Blow Job Cunniligus The Full Blow Job (with Chocolate Sauce) Anal sex Full Head Vaginal Sex (with choice of sauces) A twenty percent gratuity will be added for parties of five or more. I read the entire thing and then I asked, "And just what is the full experience?" "A half order of head while you sip a glass of the house wine. Followed by a round of regular vaginal sex in the position of your choice topped off by a cleansing order of half head that will prepare you for your dessert. This evening's dessert is "Anal Supreme." "And the "Chef's Surprise" would be?" "Whatever the kitchen decides to send you and it is never the same for any two customers in a row." "I think I'll go with the "Special." "A very good choice sir. If you will just remove your trousers and briefs and lean back on the couch and relax we can begin." I did what she said and when I was seated she poured a glass of wine and handed it to me and as I took it she knelt in front of me. I won't even try to describe the experience. It was mind blowing. I was lying on the bed next to her in that pleasant state of exhaustion that you find yourself in when you have been totally sexually satisfied when Kate said: "I trust that you enjoyed your stay with us this evening." "My God Kate, it was outstanding." "I'm glad. I wanted our last time together to be special." "Whoa! Our last time together?" I sat up in bed and looked down at her. "What the hell does that mean?" "I have a confession to make and I fully expect that you will not want me around after you hear what I have to say." "A confession?" "It is going to be hard for me to get it all out so please don't say anything until I'm done." "I don't und..." "Please Rob. Let me do this and then you can talk. Just before you left on your trip I told you I would be going to a Mary Kay party, but that wasn't true. Margie, one of the girls I work with, sells sexy lingerie at Mary Kay type parties. She was always talking about the parties and what a riot they were and the other girls I work with decided that they wanted to attend one. Linda volunteered to host the party and it was set for Saturday night. I told you it was a Mary Kay party because I intended to buy a bunch of sexy things and surprise you with them. "It was a party and there was drinking and you know how I get when I drink. You weren't here for me to call if I got wasted so I decided not to drink at all. Linda noticed and I told her why and she said that since I didn't need to hurry home to you anyway I could just go ahead and party like every one else and then spend the night in her spare bedroom so that it was I decided to do. "The party was a blast. It turned out that along with the lingerie Margie also sold sex toys. I was drinking and having a good time. Margie demonstrated some of the sex toys and all of us tried on sexy outfits and then modeled them. None of us girls were feeling any pain and it got pretty wild. Angie tried out a ten inch battery operated vibrator while we all cheered her on. Sarah tried out a butt plug and some of the other girls tried out various dildos and things. Sue put a pair of ben wa balls inside her and then used a vibrator on herself and gave herself a screaming orgasm. You know how far gone we must have been to laugh and cheer on Becky as she tried to do Alice with a strap on dildo. "It was about eleven o'clock when Chad and a friend of his walked in. Chad is Linda's brother. He had just come home on leave from the Navy and he brought along his buddy, another sailor who was also on leave. Linda knew he was coming, but he wasn't supposed to be there until late Sunday or sometime Monday. Anyway, these two sailors walked into the room with their duffle bags over their shoulders and look around and see eleven drunken women half naked in sexy underwear. "You know me when I'm drinking and I was way, way past my limits. I don't know how it happened or how it got started, but suddenly I'm watching Frank ? Chad's buddy ? fucking Sue doggie while Alice was trying to do him doggie with the strap on. We were all laughing our asses off as we watched Frank do Sue while trying to push Alice away. I don't know if Alice ever got him or not because suddenly I was on my back with my legs up on Chad's shoulders and he was fucking me. I don't remember lying down on my back or Chad putting his cock in me or how we got there. All I know is that one second I'm laughing my ass off as Alice tried to get the dildo into Frank and the next second I'm being fucked. I remember Linda standing there watching and saying: "That's it baby brother, fuck the little slut. Make her cum Chad baby, make her cum." "Then Linda started sucking my tits and then Chad was gone and Becky was eating my pussy. I think it was after Chad came in me, but I'm not sure. I'm not even sure that he did cum in me. A little latter I was on my hands and knees and somebody was fucking me from behind. It could have been Chad, Frank or one of the girls wearing the strap on, I just don't know. I remember sucking a cock, but I don't know if it was Chad's or Frank's. I remember having my tits sucked and my pussy sucked by some of the girls, but other than the first time Becky went down on me I can't remember who else did. I was fucked a couple of more times and I do know that one of them was by the strap on, but I don't remember who was wearing it. "I woke up Sunday morning in Linda's bedroom on the bed next to her. She had her legs wrapped around Frank and he was doing her. I made some sort of noise when I woke up and Linda called out, "She's awake Chad" and less than a minute later he was fucking me again. My head hurt, but I wasn't drunk any more and I tried to push him off, but he laughed at me and said, "Too late little girl. I'm in and I'm staying" and he fucked me harder. I'm ashamed to admit it, but after a couple of minutes he gave me an orgasm and I was fucking him back. When Chad was done he got up to take a shower. By then Frank and Linda were done and they had gotten up too. "I laid there on the bed, stared up at the ceiling and tried to remember all that had happened and thought about how in the hell I could explain it to you. While I was lying there thinking Frank got back on the bed and before I could stop him he was between my legs and pushing into me. I let him. I didn't even fight. I just let him fuck me and while he was doing me Chad got back on the bed and pushed his cock at my mouth and I let him. Frank fucked my pussy and Chad fucked my mouth and again I'm ashamed to admit it, but I had an orgasm. Frank came and pulled out and Chad took his place and he gave me another orgasm. When Chad was done he got off the bed and left the room and then I got off the bed, gathered up my clothes and left without saying a word to anyone. 9790 2.56/512345

Ms. Marca part 36

This is more in the life and times of my wild and wicked ways. This is about me? just a part of my life! Ms. Marca part 36 I was at the kitchen sink when I heard the garage door open...my hubby was home from a long week...shit I hope he is beat...I don't need any sex tonight or even this weekend...not after this week I had. "Marca...honey I am home...oh baby you look good...god I missed you...!" Tim put his arms around me and gave me a big kiss. "Damn am I glad to be home, what a trip...I been thinking of you for three days and three very long nights...!" These were not the kind of words I wanted to hear as Tim my husband walked into the house. But I decided to try and play along with him in the game of life and love. "Let me get you a glass of wine and relax. You've earned it. I'm making dinner." Will actual I had the new take out place fix something for me on my way home from my afternoon delight. God what a fucking I got all afternoon from that new young stud I met at the Home Depot last month. "Marca...I thought about you during the day, I had an erection on the plane today just from thinking about you...! Honey for 3 hours I had that thing up and it needed you...!" Tim smiled at me...his way of saying he was horny, he went upstairs to shower and I heard the bedroom door close. I had been hoping for a quiet non-romantic evening, not one that was going to be a wild fucking session in bed with my husband...it was wild to him and his 4 inch little we-we. Hell he had it hard all afternoon...he was not with a twenty something that screwed me with 8 inches all afternoon...! Shit I had been looking forward to a quite relaxing evening and weekend, after the week I had, I needed to rest my pussy. I hate when this happens. I can create a relaxing sensuous environment in my home for my husband, but sometimes I just got to get my sex when I can. I have learned...you've got to be open to it. The bottom line is, Tim and I hadn't made love in weeks and I was getting use to that. I have kept myself in good shape and after a year of marriage I am still hot to look at. I still got that figure I had when I was doing modeling...40DDx23x38...and at 5' 10", a 135# I am not bad to look at. All my lovers agree, and they love my imagination when it comes to sex and I do or can get carried away, but I'm nuts about them and their big cock's...I love Tim, trouble is...he can't do anything for me between the sheets. I have become that wife that all husbands know of. 'I like sex sometimes, but can also live without it.' To my big cock lovers, I can't live without it! Over dinner we chatted about his trip and my week...will no I didn't tell him about every minute of my week. After dinner we went to the den and watched some TV and had one more glass of wine, I was hoping it would get him good and sleepy. After I saw it was past 11 PM, I made that move most horny husband's don't need to hear from their wife. "Honey I am getting sleepy...you lock up before you come up, I am off to bed...damn all of a sudden I am beat...!" I kissed Tim on the cheek and said in a whisper. "I missed you...nice to have you home and in bed next to me...!" Hey I got to make him think I wanted some and missed having him around for more than a pay check. I went up stairs to our bedroom and slipped out of my things and stood in my bath looking at my body. I had to laugh to myself when I remembered what my hot hunk said today as I sat on him and rode that 8 inch tool he had between his legs. "Damn Marca...you always want it, it's like you can't get enough...!" "Honey, I always want it...if you can take care of me...and you seem to have what I want...so shut up and lets fuck...!" I looked at my 40DD remembering how he played with them and sucked them as I rode that hung hunk. His hands held my 38 inch hips in place and help me slide up and down on his hard pole. Damn I had sex twice on Tuesday, twice on Wednesday and had to skip Thursday and I did it today with my last lover of the week. Than I went over to my purse and looked at my DayTimer and saw what I had going for me the up coming week. Jake, our handy man would be here on Monday. Oh wow, the water delivery guy would be here Thursday. I slipped on my black night shirt and after washing my facing and doing my girl think to keep myself looking under 30, I got in bed. It was just a few minutes later that I heard Tim come in and after having his bedtime Pee he slipped in bed and turned off the lamp on the night stand. Laying on my side facing away I felt his and move to my ass and rest on my hip. In the dark I felt him move his hand toward my crack, looking for my over used and slightly sore pussy. I'm sorry babe; I know you had other plans but I wouldn't be any fun...I started today...!" "Oh...will I was just letting you know I was ready if you felt like it. It's ok...I love you Marca...god do I love you...!" Than Tim pulled away and rolled over on his back and let out a deep breath. Shit he can always make me feel so guilty when I say no to him. I roll over and reach down to his crouch and felt his little boy dick hard as it can be. "Oh Marca...oh god that feels so good...!" I turned on the lamp on my night stand so I could watch my little dick husband do his thing. I looked into his eyes and in a swift movement, I pulled my night shirt over my head. My breasts swung free, my nipples hard as rocks. My hand slid down his stomach to where his hand was and I took it and wrapped his around the base of his cock. I slid my index finger and thumb up his little penis to the tip, and spread his pre-cum around the sensitive tip. I then took my finger and put it to my lips. I looked into his loving eyes, and licked his pre-cum from my finger. "Jerk it for me Tim...show me how you jerk off when your in your hotel late at night...!" His eyes closed he began to stroke his little we-we. "Keep going babe, you look like you are so into it, I want to watch you, and I want to see you come. I know it's been a while I want to help, what would you like me to do"? "Oh Marca I have missed you...I was...god so horny all week...god I love you...!" "Oh Tim just keep jerking it...I love watching you jerk off. watch you jerk my very own cock. Tim it is my cock...it better be and you better never let any other woman near it...!" "Marca never...you know I love only you, no one but you...!" "Show me baby, show me how you jerk yourself off" I felt how hard he was, and I pressed my middle finger into his balls to ring them to keep him from going off. My breasts were swinging with each thrust of his hand. He began to grunt with each pumping of his hand and I began to say "pump your cock baby, jerk it off for me, let me see you shoot your cum, shoot your cum baby, shoot it on my boobs." Now his cock was throbbing and I could feel his balls tighten. His tongue began to lick at my nipples. He was licking and sucking my nipples as a child would trying to get milk. He was stroking his cock shaft and his cum was building to a squirt. " I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum.. uhh.. uhh" and I let go of his balls and he shot cum straight up as I sat back on my ass and side. I looked down at his little dick as it went limp and back to a size 3 and than just a nub...god he was small. After several moments, I rolled off to his side and he continued gasping for breath after what was our hottest lovemaking session in a very long time...will it was for him. "Tim I like watching you stroke your hard cock tonight, maybe I need to take some pictures of me for you to put on your lap top so you can jerk off to them when your gone on these trips...!" What kind of pictures Marca?" "Oh I was thinking some pictures of me fucking...!" "Marca...my god you fucking...Marca of us fucking...?" "Oh Tim...I was talking about using...just me...one of my dildo's...you silly boy...!" I saw his little we-wee twitch...damn the boy was getting excited again. "Tim ...I could take a few pictures of my breasts...me on my back with my legs up in the air spread. You want to see me playing with my pussy ...fingering myself...than on all four's looking back over my shoulder at you...just before you slip it in...!" "Oh my god Marca...you would...?" "Sure honey...than I lay down on the bed, pull up my legs to open myself wide for you. I can take a few pictures of my pussy, I know that it is your favorite place. He was both excited and embarrassed as I told about what I would do. Than at night you could call me and we have phone sex as you look at my pictures...!" "Oh Marca baby...I do jerk off some nights thinking about you...!" "Tim I could have phone sex and tell you about how some young stud tried to fuck me while I was out shopping...or a repairman came to the house and made me suck him off...!" I was thinking about Jake the whole time, knowing how my actions would please him come Monday. I got very wet and turned on. With that I turned off the lamp and in the dark I took our conversation one step more. "Tim when you jerk off in the hotel room...do you ever watch the porn on the pay for view channel?" "I have some times...!" "You ever think of me as you watch the porn?" "After it is over and in the dark...just like we are here... as I jerk... I can put you in the place of whoever was in the porn...!" "So you think of me fucking that big cock guy in the porn?" "Oh Marca I know it is wrong...but I have...!" "Wow Tim...that is hot...you thinking of me...watching me have sex...oh good heavens...! Tim it is ok...I like the idea of you thinking of your hot sexy wife fucking as you watch...when your gone, it's my way of helping you have sex...!" "Your not mad I think of you like that some times...?" I snuggled close to Tim, pressing my heavy 40DD's against him. I than slipped my hand back down to his little limp dick...oh... it was a little on the stiff side. "Oh I can see your dick is thinking of me and some old nasty big cock trying to slip it in me...!" "Oh Marca...don't say that...you get me turned on again...this is not right to talk like that...you're my wife...!" "Baby just close your eyes and see him on me his old nasty cock is right at my sweet pussy...how much can he slip in me Tim...?" "Oh no Marca I don't want any penis in you...but me !" "Tim I can't stop him...so he will put it in...if and when you let him...!" I was back to jerking him with my finger and thumb...poor little thing it would be red in the morning...! "Tim he has it at my pussy...he ask you how much of it you want me to have...!" "As much as you wanted...I guess...!" "Tim you have to tell me...It would be up to you." I began to rub his stiffening we-we even faster. Tim was way into this wild nighttime sex trip I had him on...he was so excited. Than I stopped and took my hand away. "We better stop...don't you think we should honey...?" "Marca...please just...a little more...please...!" I took hold of him again and stroked it and he moaned...he was lost in my words of lust and sex. "Tim I got to stop jerking you baby unless you let him slip his cock in me...do you want him to give it to me...?" "Put it all...let him put it all in Marca...all the way in...!" I giggled. "Really? I mean, would you let another guy fuck me? Wow that makes me so excited...god I am hot...!" I knew that answer...his cock was rock hard. I squeezed it and stroked him ever so slowly. My hand slid expertly up and down his little thing. "Tim this is turning us both on ...your dick is so had...almost as hard as my nipples are!" I snuggled closer and kissed his face...his lips. "Would you want to watch another man fuck me? Damn that is making me so horny thinking about you looking at me have sex with... who Tim... who is he...?" He didn't answer...he just kept breathing hard and moaning...my hand stopped moving on his little we-we. "Would you want to see me? Would you jerk off... as you watch him stick his big old cock in me...?" "Oh shit Marca...!" "Would you eat my pussy after he shot off in me...?" Than Tim went off all over my hand. to be continued..... Marca40DD@aol.com 1973 1.22/512345

Mail From Black Dog

Mail from Black Dog By Terri I?m an Army Reservist, who finds himself too often on the road and in strange hotels, such as the Red Cedar Inn in Bonne Terre, Mo., where I spent a few nights recently. I was quietly unwinding at the end of the bar as a small combo played in the background. I wasn?t paying particular attention to the dancers, but one caught my eye. She was a little older than a lot of the girls there, maybe in her late twenties, early thirties, and moved gracefully with her partner. I?m not much of a dancer, but she looked good, rhythmically swaying in time to the music, a twinkle in her eye, a smile on her lips. Later I saw her on the floor with another partner, smiling, laughing, and shaking her head as her hair flowed to her shoulders. Made me almost wish I could dance. After about her third time on the floor, we made eye contact, and, as the music ended, I smiled, nodded my head and applauded her in appreciation of her grace and style. My eyes followed her off the small dance floor. Her escort returned her to the other end of the bar, and I saw she was alone. She wasn?t alone for long. When the music resumed, she was asked to dance again, and, once more, she captivated me. When that dance was over, the band took a break. As she sat by herself, I asked the bartender to provide her with another drink. She had white wine and smiled my way in appreciation for the drink. Soon the band returned, and she was back on the dance floor, but before the second tune, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Terri, asking me to dance. I told her no, that I?d probably step on her foot, but she insisted so I awkwardly made my way to the small floor. She glided into my arms, pressing close against me even though I was not holding her tightly. She felt so good, so much a part of me. She even made dancing feel natural. She seemed to like my smile, and we chatted quietly as we moved around the floor. The smiles and laughs were plentiful as we exchanged names. She was one of those people whom you believe you?ve known for years after five minutes with her. When the song ended, we continued dancing for a few seconds, then laughed at ourselves. When the music resumed we began dancing again, only this time I asked her. We were in each other?s arms the rest of the night, but soon the band finished and the bar was ready to close. It had been a memorable night, one I wouldn?t forget, but to my surprise (and delight), it was far from over. I offered to escort her to her car and mentioned I had a room at the hotel. She said that she?d like the evening to continue, and we went to my room. We sat and talked a while, like old friends. We were so compatible, so comfortable that it seemed only natural to take off our shoes. Soon our toes were rubbing, and she moved closer. I put my arm around her as we continued to talk. Her head was on my shoulder and we had just shared another laugh when I impulsively leaned over and gave her a peck on the forehead. She pulled her head back, smiled, then leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I kissed her on the neck, the cheek, the forehead, her eyelids, and on her lips, which were warm and soft. She put her arms around my neck and returned what had been the brush of my lips on hers with a harder kiss, and then a soft one as her lips opened inviting my tongue in. he kissed as expertly as she danced, and we knew what to do for one another as if we?d been partners for years. She caressed my temples with her hands, arching her back and rubbing her breasts against me. I stood up and pulled her toward me, cuddling her against me, holding her tight. She was wearing a stylish, obviously new dress that showed off her physical attributes. As I reached for her zipper, she melted in desire. Time stood still. We wanted each other quickly, yet we didn?t hurry. We enjoyed each moment together as her dress and my shirt and tie came off; her slip and my T-shirt were removed; her pantyhose and my socks; her bra and my pants; her panties and my boxers. In the soft light, I marveled at her body, her bountiful breasts, her gorgeous patch. We lay together, and I gently explored her with my hands and tongue, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her breasts and her growing, hardening nipples. I kissed her stomach, her hips, her thighs, gently sliding my hand between them. I caressed her lips, never penetrating, but she seemed to enjoy it, spreading her legs and being to move her hips. I began to kiss and suck her, and she responded as if a band were playing a hot tango. Her back arched, her lips began so sway even more. I slid around so that my head and hands were between her legs. I massaged her lips, parting them as my tongue slid between them. My tongue lapped at her clit as I kissed and sucked. She laughed and cried and moaned in delight. I slid one, then two fingers into her, turning them so the knuckles would rub her clit and bring her to an early orgasm. As she rocked in ecstasy, I began to slide my fingers in and out, gently; first with two, then three, and she became more and more aroused. Finally, I had to have her. My erection ached, and I slid into her as I kissed her. She kissed me back, fully, passionately, and brought her legs around my hips to pull me in deeply. ?My God,? she cried. ?You?re as good as my Gene.? Yes, it was I; I was the one with your wife that long weekend when she was gone from Friday to Sunday. We met again that Friday night at the Red Cedar Inn, meeting in the bar, dancing to the combo and then going to her room. She was not shaved for me. Is there another? Or is she overwhelmed by the spirit of adventure that has swept her into the torrents of passion that she and I share? I long to be with her again to experience her shaved pussy, to spread her legs and take both her lips in mine as my tongue slides into her pussy, lubricating her lips as I suck and bit on them. I love your wife, as you do, and want to share her with you for as long as she?ll have me. I hope I can expand her desires and make her even better for you. I hope you don?t mind sharing her with me. I love trying to please her, spoiling her, taking her on erotic flights of fancy and passion. On that Friday night, we went back to the room, and I found a surprise. She had left a bottle of champagne chilling in ice in the bathroom sink. She went into the bathroom to change and came out wearing a satin negligee that showed off her many attributes. In her left hand were two flutes and cradled in her right arm was the open bottle of champagne. We toasted each other and the adventure we were about to share. As I sat in a chair, she sat on the floor laying her head in my lap as I caressed her temple and we talked as old friends might. It couldn?t have been too comfortable for her as my erection began to cause a bulge in my pants. She began to rub it, which only made it harder, creating a bigger lump in my pants. I arose and took off my pants. When I sat down, she coaxed my erect penis out of my boxers and began kissing the top, then running her tongue around its crown and finally taking the entire head of my penis in her mouth. She took a sip of champagne, then put the head of my penis back in her mouth, swirling the champagne around her mouth and making me tingle. Rising to her knees and kneeling between my legs, she began to slide her lips down my stiffened shaft, slowly, tantalizingly, then faster as if she wanted me to explode in her mouth. I leaned back in the chair and let her lips continue to slide along my penis. She stopped for another sip of champagne, and I shuddered knowing how the tingling sensation of the champagne bubbles on the head of my penis would probably make me come. But instead of doing that, she stood up, took me by the hands and led me over to the bed where she took off my boxers so that I was naked. She had me sit on the side of the bed then lay back as she again knelt between my legs, kissing my penis, my balls and licking my ass. She spread my legs and began to suck my balls, while kissing the underside of my erect rod. She licked her fingers and began to play with my ass as she resumed sucking my penis, sliding her mouth up and down, taking it in fully as she rubbed my balls. She knew I was ready to come, but just before I did, she slid a moistened finger into my ass, stopped sucking, grabbed my penis in her other hand and masturbated me quickly and quite hard. I couldn?t help it. I erupted, and she laughed in surprise at the volume she had enticed from me. Some of the cum squirted onto her chin, while her hand and wrist were drenched. She took a sip of champagne, then licked some of my cum off her wrist and swallowed it with another swig of champagne. She urged me all the way onto the bed, slid out of her negligee, rubbed my lips with her cum-moistened finger then had me take a sip of champagne after with she kissed me. She rolled off me, rubbed some of my cum on her nipples, poured champagne over her breasts and demanded I lick them dry. By the time they were dry, her nipple were hard, indicating she was ready for me to provide her with as intense an orgasm as she had given me. I had several surprises for her as well, in the form of several toys that would help her surpass the levels of ecstasy we had shared in our first encounter. But the toys were for later. Right now, her body demanded my full attention. I poured champagne on her stomach, and then licked it up as I kissed her lower and lower to her panty line, then along her hips and thighs. I poured some champagne through her pubic hairs, causing her to gasp and spread her legs apart as the champagne rolled between her legs. I had been gentle with her the first time, but this time I kissed her vaginal lips harder, forcing my tongue between their folds and swirling it rapidly around. I lay between her legs, forcing them to spread wide as I circled my thumbs on her lips, spreading them so that my tongue could slide farther and farther into her pussy. I brought my tongue to her clit, pulling the folds of her lips apart with my fingers, while licking and sucking on her clit. It was too much for her, and she actually let out a scream of pleasure, then a giggle of embarrassment and delight. She was wet, and I, for the first time, slid my first two fingers between her lips and used my knuckles to massage her eager clit. She was coming. Her hips were swaying rhythmically, so I slid my ring finger into her as well. As I did that, I began to lick her clit which caused her hips to move much faster and not always with a steady beat. I lifted my head trying to sense a rhythm, and she reached her left hand down, stroking her clit as my three fingers slid in and out, in and out, in and farther in, varying their rhythm and depth of penetration. My middle finger rubbed her cervix as her legs tightened around my hand and arm, trapping it as I felt her pussy come awash with a warm, liquid sensation. She was coming, but she needed more, wanted more, desired all four of my fingers. I filled her pussy as far as the knuckles to my hand and used my thumb to caress her clit. She began crying from the sheer agony and total ecstasy of my hand inside her, but she would not let me remove it. I?d plunge it in, moving as rapidly as she had to make me come earlier. I could feel the orgasm shake her soul then would stop for a moment, letting it recede before starting again to bring her quickly to yet another climax until we could no longer count how often she had come. Finally, I pulled my fingers from her and began to lick and kiss her swollen, erect lips, working my way back to her stomach, breasts, neck and finally mouth. I dried her tears and held her as her breathing returned to normal. She finally calmed, and we kissed and murmured to one another as we fell asleep in each other?s arms. That was one night; we've spent many more together since then. 4841 1.17/512345

Family Friend

Family Friend -- Paul's Story Let me see where to start. I guess I will start with describing my beautiful wife. Cindy is in her late 40's, about 5'8", a bit heavy (but Dr. Adkins and us are working on it!), and with the most fantastic breasts around. Gravity has had little effect, her nipples stand out just right and are delicious to the touch. Anyway, we have a family friend of many years that we have gotten very close with. David lives up north about 2 hours away but he will sometimes come down and spend the weekend to visit. There has never been anything sexual and he stays in the guest room when he is down. Here is the story of what happened a couple of weekends ago. David had to work Saturday morning but had told us that he was planning on coming down later that evening. I thought we could watch a movie but I also turned on the spa so it would be nice and warm. David showed up around 5 and we met him at the door. I welcomed him in and shook his hand. Cindy gave me a glance and then reached around David and gave him a quick kiss. David looked a bit surprised but certainly didn't resist and hugged her back. We then went in the living room to catch up. I got us a round of drinks and settled in to talk and watch whatever was playing on the big screen. David was in the side chair and Cindy and I were on the couch. Cindy was a bit more flirty than usual. It wasn't so much that she was wearing anything sexy, just a t-shirt and shorts, but it was more in her laughing at the jokes and having more eye contact than normal. She isn't much of a drinker so I was making her rum and cokes pretty weak like she likes them. I guess that and the good company just made her relax and settle in close beside me. I had my arm around her and was gently rubbing her left breast without any objection. I don't remember who brought up the point that the spa was hot and ready to be used. Maybe we all thought of it together but it certainly beckoned us to go out there. We had been skinny dipping many times so we as we stepped out of our clothes on the back porch, it wasn't a big deal. As we settled into the warm water, we relished the quiet peaceful time with not much more than the starlight and a full moon to light the night. David sat across from us with Cindy snuggled into me on my right. In fact, for the first time tonight, our voices fell silent as we just enjoyed the water, the bubbles and the evening. Not sure how long it was but I started to rub Cindy's shoulders. She immediately picked up on that as one of her favorite things. To put herself in a better position, she moved in front of me and sat on my lap. Her legs stretched out and she asked David if it was ok to rest them on his lap. David was pretty mellow at that time too and just smiled and said it was just fine. I moved my fingers around her neck and across her shoulders, massaging out the kinks from the hectic week. I noticed that David had also decided to help and was rubbing her feet and ankles. I swear Cindy was purring and just seemed in heaven. David and I continued to massage Cindy, I on her upper body and David concentrating on her legs. David was very much the gentleman and was only rubbing up to her mid-thighs. Even with only the moon to light the spa, he could see her trimmed pubes but didn't venture too close so as not to break the mood. I, on the other hand, found my fingers circling around Cindy's breasts and nipples, playing with them as they firmed up nicely in my palms. Cindy was not totally innocent either as I saw her feet playing with David's crotch and had obviously found what they were looking for. Ok, all good things must come to an end and I was getting pretty tired. I pulled Cindy up and gave her a deep kiss and told her how much I loved her. I asked her if she was ready to go to bed and to wish David good night. She moved over to him, sat on his lap, put her arms around his neck and said she wanted to thank him for such a relaxing night. I sat there watching as my best friend and my wife, both naked, enjoyed a deep kiss that seemed to last and last. Finally they broke and my wife looked over at me and said, "Honey, you have got to take me to bed, now!" I wasn't going to argue so we got out, dried off and headed off to our bedrooms. Once in bed, Cindy said she needed to be fucked, right now. I have not seen her this active before but I was pretty excited too. Now was not the time for foreplay as when I touched her vagina, it almost gushed out at me. I was hard as a rock and so entered her quickly and deeply. As we rocked back and forth, she kissed me hard and started coming very quickly. I soon followed and unloaded several bursts far up inside. Our intensity squelched, we held each other tightly as we regained our breath. As we lied in bed in our afterglow, I asked her if she enjoyed the evening. She laughed and told me it should be obvious. Most of the night, I had sensed a turning point in our lives and decided that the time was right to see if I was correct. I told her that I had seen her playing with David's cock in the water and that she probably had left him pretty high and dry. We had disappeared pretty fast from the spa and I thought she might like to see if he had everything he needed for the night. Cindy looked over at me and chuckled that we did leave pretty quickly. She had set the guest room up before he got here but it did seem a bit rude to disappear with not so much as a goodnight. I told her to go ahead and make sure things were ok with David. She got up, put on her light robe and went down the hall to the guest room. The rum had caught up to me and I rolled over to catch a couple winks before she got back. I woke the next morning to a beautiful sunshiny day. Cindy looked wonderful lying beside me and I felt great. As I gave her a good morning kiss, she woke up and smiled at me. I apologized for falling asleep on her but she stopped me. She then told me that she had not been back long herself. It seems that when she had gone to David's room to tell him good night, David was already in bed. She asked if it was ok to come in but when she did, she noticed right away that the covers had a pretty obvious tent right about his hips. It was obvious that he had been excited also about the earlier events and had been masturbating. She went over to his side with the intention of just giving him a good night kiss. As she bent down, her robe fell open and he reached for her breast to caress it. His hand felt so good so she didn't make him stop and kissed him a bit harder. Finally, she broke away and said that she couldn't do this. She didn't want sex to come between our friendship. David was obviously disappointed but suggested that if she could help him get a release, she could lie with him a few minutes and he could sleep much better. He kissed her again and Cindy crawled in beside him. As they hugged, Cindy felt his hard cock press against her. While it was in no danger of entering her, she could feel his heat and pulsing energy. In only a couple of minutes, she sensed his urgency and he held her tight as he unloaded a powerful load of semen between their bellies. She drifted off to sleep and woke up just as the first cracks of light came across the horizon. Cindy slipped out of David's bed, put on her robe and came back to our bed. As I reached over to kiss her again, I saw that her stomach was covered with his sticky remains. I again told her how much I loved her and that I thought she had done the sweetest thing for our friend. Family Friend -- Cindy's Story David sent me an email that he was painting his apartment this weekend and asked if we could come up and help. It's not a big place, only one bedroom, but it gets us out of town and my husband Paul and I certainly like to help our friend out when we can. Anyway, I checked with Paul but he was on-call from work and cannot leave town in case something were to come up. He told me that if I wanted to go, that would be fine as we didn't have anything else planned for the weekend. With that, I emailed David back that I would be up first thing Saturday. Friday night Paul decided to treat me to a dinner out. I dressed up pretty sexy (for me at least) in a flowing skirt and light top. I wore a new set of Victoria Secrets I just got that seemed to hold everything just right but reminded him just enough of what the secrets were. We had a good time. When we got home, Paul made us some drinks and we lied on the couch and watched a movie. Well, we actually didn't watch much of the movie as it seems both of us had other ideas. I'm a sucker for when he puts his arms around me to just melt. I seem to have a direct electrical connection or something between my tits and my control -- as in he plays with me and I loose the control. His touches became larger and his kisses removed whatever hindrances were left. As he moved down between my legs, I felt his tongue flick gently on my pussy. I locked my legs around his ears and pulled him deeper to me. It felt so good as I had the first of several orgasms that night. God, that man can eat me good! Once I calmed down from his most excellent licking, I pulled him up to me so I could put his cock where his mouth was. His hard shaft entered me as I locked my lips hard on his. I could taste my own juices on his tongue and it only made me hotter. I loved the pressure of his body on mine as he stroked in and out. Soon, I felt him tense up and I knew he was close. I tightened up and put as much pressure on his cock as I could and then felt him explode. I was right there with him as we came together. We held each other in our arms as the pulses calmed down and he became soft within me. I asked Paul what got him so going tonight. He said he enjoyed our night out and since I was going to be gone for the rest of the weekend, he wanted to end the evening the best way possible. He reached over and tickled my nipple so I had to stop him or we would never get to sleep. I asked him if he was concerned about me going to our friend's house this weekend. He said that we have known David for a long time and he didn't feel any problems. He said that he loved me very much and knew that I did him too. It had excited him when I told him what happened the other night when David had come to our house. Paul told me that as far as he was concerned, if I wanted to extend our friendship to the next level, it was up to me and was ok with him. I reached over, kissed him goodnight and fell asleep with my wonderful husband's arms tight around me. I got up early on Saturday and packed a few things for the trip up north. It is only about 2 hours away but I figured that we would need most of the weekend to get the painting done. Before I left, I snuggled into my sleeping husband to let him know I was going. Paul woke up long enough to wish me a safe trip and to enjoy myself. I said that painting was so much fun. He smiled and said, "yep, that was what I was talking about". I grinned. The trip was indeed uneventful. I arrived about 9am after stopping by the donut shop for some coffee and pastries. I knocked on David's door and heard the radio playing in the background. David came to the door and had obviously started without me. He had on a pair of jean shorts, tennis shoes, and a white ballcap but had already had several splatters of paint on his chest. I came in, give him a welcome kiss and sat down as we enjoyed the coffee and donuts. When we finished, I asked him if he had an old shirt I could borrow that I could paint in. He gave me one and I went into the bathroom to change. The shirt was a bit big and hung down on me like a dress. I decided to be a bit mischievous and took off everything except the shirt and a pair of panties. When I came out, he remarked on my lack of clothing and I reminded him of how many times we had skinny dipped and to just concentrate on the painting. And concentrate we did. We got several rooms done and before we knew it, it was dark and we were hungry. We decided that we had accomplished quite a bit and we could easily finish up the next morning. I started cleaning up the brushes and he took the first shower. I finished up the equipment just as he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. I told him to order a pizza and it that it was my turn to get the paint off my body. The hot water felt great and I soon felt refreshed. I picked out a short light pink camisole and a pair of matching panties. They weren't fully see-thru but you could certainly tell there was a woman underneath. I brushed my hair one more time and came out into the living room to see if the pizza was here. Yep, it was here alright. In fact, it had just been delivered and the nice young man giving change to David zeroed right in on my entrance. I smiled at him and walked over to take the pizzas and get them ready. He stammered a bit and wished us a very good night. I kept a straight face until the minute he left and then totally lost it. David said I was so bad and if I had seen the look on that young man's face when he saw what I was, or wasn't, wearing. We laughed and sat down to eat our pizza. Afterwards, I put the remaining slices away in the fridge and we turned on the TV and found an old John Wayne movie. I sat next to David and he put his arms around me. It felt nice. It was nice and relaxing sitting there watching the movie so when his hands started to rub my arms and then my neck and chest, I really didn't notice. I guess that gave him the confidence tho as soon he was squeezing my breasts thru the camisole. I put my hands on his to let him know that it was ok and I in turn started to run my hands on his chest. I looked up at David and said, "Friends?". He said, "always." I sat up a moment and removed my top. I then reached over, put my arms around him and I told him that I didn't want to mess anything up but that I really would like to have sex with him. The candor took him a bit back but I certainly didn't hear any objection. We then went back to his bedroom where we had the most fantastic sex I have had in a long time. From the moment he pulled down my panties, to the last thrust of his orgasm, I was on-fire. His cock felt so good in my hand, my mouth and my pussy. His lips touched every part of my body. My pussy was full of his hot sperm and my lips lush with his kisses. When we were finished, we fell asleep exhausted in each other's arms. I woke the next morning with David sucking gently at my breast. There goes that conduit again and soon we were fucking like first dates. At last, our desires satisfied, we got up get some breakfast and finished the painting. Before leaving, I called Paul to let him know I was coming home. He asked how the trip had gone and I told him fantastic. He asked if I had slept with David and I told him it had been wonderful. I promised to tell him everything when I got back home and that I loved him more than ever for letting me have my time. As I was kissing David goodbye, he thanked me for all the help and for such a good time. I told him the pleasure was all mine and that I looked forward to doing it again someday. He squeezed my butt as I turned to my car and head back down to the most terrific husband in the world. 407 0.00/512345

Caddyshack Jenny Ch. 1

Jenny arrived at the Country Club at four o'clock sharp. Her husband had dropped off his car for service that morning on his way to the office. A co-worker had dropped him off for his twelve p.m. tee time. Jenny was going to pick him up, and take him back to the dealership to reclaim his car before they closed for the evening. "Jenny's Taxi service" was once again in full swing she mused, with a rueful smile. She was once again being used. Though certainly not wealthy, they got along all right without a second income. They had no children, and lived well within their means. Except for this club! She thought to herself. Looking around the parking lot, all she saw were Lexus, Mercedes and Jaguar nameplates! She felt out of place parking her four-year-old Taurus next to a brand new silver Corvette convertible. A young man immediately approached her car, dressed in a white polo shirt with the club logo at his breast. "Can I help you with your clubs, Mam?" he asked brightly, with an eager grin on his cute face. "Oh no. I'm just here to pick up my husband! Which way is the clubhouse?" she asked with a smile. "Follow me, Mam!" he answered, leading her through the parked cars, up to a long cobblestone path, bordered by carefully pruned Magnolia trees. There was a sweet perfume in the air, and small songbirds were flitting all around, chirping happily in the late afternoon sun. They emerged from the path to large, carved mahogany set of doors set into the face of an elegant, stone mansion. As they passed inside, they entered a spacious, high ceiling entry hall, with groups of massive leather armchairs spaced around marble sofa tables. Small knots of men sat in comfortable groups, deeply involved in their own jovial conversations. Jenny could smell the odor of expensive cigars in the air. No one paid them any attention as they passed through. They now entered a separate room at the back of the hall, through a set of cut glass French doors thrown wide open. There were several racks of colorful golf clothes on display in the brightly lit room. Golf clubs lined one of the walls, and there was a long carved wood counter to the side. The back-wall was all glass, providing a panoramic view of a heavily contoured practice green, with the finishing hole of the course off in the distance. "How can I help you?" Asked the athletic looking middle-aged man from behind the wood counter, watching as she entered the shop. There were two other men in golf outfits standing in front of the counter, their backs to her. They were both looking at their golf cards, comparing scores for the day. "I'm here to pick up my husband, Jack Richards. He said I could meet him at the Pro Shop at four" she answered. One of the men turned suddenly, and she recognized Dr. Stevens from the Hospital! (See Jenny's Medical Adventure for a full explanation). "Jenny! How nice to see you again!" He said with a big smile, walking right up to greet her. He took her hand in both of his, giving it a warm shake as he peered closely at her face. Jenny couldn't bear to meet his eyes, as previous feelings of shame and embarrassment washed over her. He leaned in close and whispered, "I see your complexion is clear as a bell! The treatments must be working great!" He turned back and said, "Jenny and I will be out on the patio. We'll catch Jack on his way in." He wrapped an arm lightly around her narrow waist, directing her out through a door on the back wall. They stepped onto a broad stone terrace, with several wrought iron patio sets overlooking the practice green. He held out a chair for her, taking a seat himself after she had settled in. With a sweep of his hand a perky young waitress appeared, asking if she could get them anything from the bar. Jenny asked for a glass of water, while Dr. Stevens requested a "Bushmill's on the rocks." "So how have you been Jenny?" he asked with a smile, after she had left to get their drinks. Though very hesitant initially, Jenny found herself slowly being drawn into conversation with him. He was a very charming, confident man with a contagious smile. It didn't hurt that he had such a pleasant, chiseled face either! "You were a great sport, to put up with Jack's stunt as well as you did, Jenny. I don't know of many women who could have gone through with it!" He shook his head, staring vacantly off into the distance, remembering that day from the past where they had first met. Jenny grasped her glass of water and took a quick swallow, to keep from choking. Looking over his shoulder, she could see her husband standing with a small group of men, laughing and shaking hands. There were four teenagers walking back towards the side of the clubhouse, carrying their golf bags. The men were in an animated discussion, and didn't look to be in a hurry to come up just yet. "I wasn't aware that Jack knew anything about that day!" she said to Dr. Stevens, her eyes still locked on her husband in the distance. "Oh come on Jenny, be serious!" he answered with a grin; that is until he saw the expression on her face. "I just assumed that since you were such a good sport about the "treatments" that day, you must have been in on it!" He suddenly felt very awkward. "Are you telling me that my husband ARRANGED for that to happen to me!" she asked, locking his eves with a piercing stare. He cradled his fingers together on the tabletop, puffing his cheeks out as he expelled a slow breath. "Look around you, Jenny. Do you realize how much a membership to this club is worth? It takes years to even make it off the waiting list to get in! But Jenny" He said, returning her stare with equal intent, "You were worth every penny!" Jenny slumped back in her chair, as she realized how she had been used. "I'm only being honest with you because I really like you, Jenny. You seem to be a very sweet girl. I have a totally different opinion of you now then before." She looked back up at him, and saw her husband wave as he approached the terrace. "Don't mention this to him!" she whispered urgently, rising in her chair to greet her husband, her face plastered with an artificial smile. 10518 1.92/512345

The Dream Gets Hotter

Before I write here, I just have to thank the dozens of wonderful people who have already made contact with me after my first attempt at a story the other day. The response was really overwhelming. I wish I could have answered everyone, but things are crazy already and I am not quite ready yet to go black-cock-slut 24/7 for just some Internet correspondence. I do hope to be able to talk to everyone eventually, but I am mostly looking for one true Ultimate Black Stud that I can give myself to totally. Now, as for that happening... my dreams are getting hotter now that I am talking to a few guys who are trying to get me to give in. Maybe I have found the right guy already, or maybe he is still out there. I would love to share with everyone one of my very favorite dreams so that people can know exactly what I am hoping to do. I do think I will need to be 'forced' into this. I am like a moth searching the flame, so I will come closer and closer... but ultimately I fear to be burnt. I dream I will find a man who will force me to be stupid. A sane mother of two and 'loyal' married wife doesn't go onto the Internet and agree to webcam for strange men. I want to be made to do it. I want a Black man to tell me that I 'owe' it to Him. For white guilt. For the shameful ways that Niggers were treated as slaves. It is my turn to make amends. I have excited my stud now, and I have to make him happy. In real life, I home school my children. They are almost always around. Also, there is my husband's nephew staying with us this summer. He is college aged and lives on the good family computer. In order to go on webcam, I'd really risk getting caught by someone or other. I want my Black Master to tell me to find a way. The danger of getting caught excites me. I think I actually want to get caught in most of my fantasies. I won't do anything illegal or harmful to my kids... but I will take risks. A couple of years ago I was playing with a white guy online in another situation. He ordered me to undress in front of an opened window while some of the neighbor college boys were in their backyard having drinks. I obeyed and it turned me on so much to know that they all unquestionably saw me as a slut. I don't know how close I was to getting fucked that night, but I want to be pushed to the limits. I want to be corrupted and I don't think there is a place I can't imagine going. Dreams are so amazing. Anything can happen. I could hear the phone ring at any moment. Maybe my husband will answer it... or maybe someone else in my family will? It could be my new lover calling. "Put Leta on the phone" He will command. Or maybe he will order 'the slut' to be put on the phone. It is such a danger to me... but I dream of it. I really want more. I want it real... not just in a dream. I want cock. Black cock. I want cum, I want a Big, Black, Nigger Cock to cum in my very unprotected pussy. Honestly, if I am told to do it... I will take fertility treatment to ensure that I will be ready to conceive for my Black Master when we get together the first time. My husband will positively be devastated. Sometimes he does watch some Interracial themed movies with me, but he is definitely not into them like I am. duane is racist... and in a bad way. he thinks he is better than any minority. For my perfect dream, I think I definitely want duane to be re-educated. I will let my Nigger Master decide what is best for duane, but my own fantasies go crazy and again I don't think I have a limit to what I can dream of. duane could be made to go gay. he could be forbidden from ever touching me again. he could be just beaten or worse. I can imagine it all, and it all excites me. I guess I would love to hear some ideas about this from my potential Masters if they have any, I definitely have my own ideas what can be done to me. I think anything can probably be done. I start with dreaming of becoming black pregnant immediately. If I could be inseminated today, I would do it... I swear on my children's life. If I had a Black Man right here... right now... who knew about my lust. If he ordered me to lay down this very moment. I do swear I would take it happy. Of course, that said... I don't actually go out and just do it. I think I will need to be 'forced' into things somehow. I hope someone can figure out how to do this to me. Once I am a Nigger's slut... I dream of the most humiliation, use and abuse. I want to be spit on or pissed on. I want my hair pulled and my face bitch slapped just because the Nigger can do it. I want to know I am just His. He owns me. I serve only His pleasure. If I am given to friends then I will fuck them all knowing I still serve my Master. I represent Him, and I will bring honor to His glory by being the very best white slut I can be for everyone else. If my Master wanted to tattoo me as property of any Black... I do imagine a mark right on my face. Something that I could not hide from the public or from my family. Something that anyone would see and know that I am an owned and loyal Nigger's fuck slut now. Of course, a Black Baby would be a good sign. I want to have one with the darkest skin. I want to take Him or Her out in public and 'act' like I have 'no choice' but to breast feed. I guess it might be wrong to involve children in these ideas... but I guess too that I am not a right girl at this moment. The Black Lust overpowers me. I think I am ready for everything. I was so grateful for all the encouragement I got from my last story. It was amazing. I wish as a proper thank you I could line up for every Black Stud that wrote me... get on my back... and just spread for a gang-breeding lottery to see who could be the one? A lot of white boys wrote me too, and for all of them I think they are so sweet. In time I hope to be able to answer everyone. In my fantasy, maybe they all could be lined up next to my Nigger Lords and after each fuck, one of the white boys could lick the excess from my freshly fucked pussy? The sperm inside would have to be left to do the most good though. I would like to write a real story here for people to read. Something that would be more of an adventure. If anyone wanted to help me, I would love suggestions of what would be the hottest ideas to put in a story. Should I be a willing cuckolding slut or should I be a fighting rape victim? Should I have just one Dominant Master, or should a gang of studs take me? Should my Black Lovers be older than I am or younger? Upper Class or homeless bums? Gang Bangers or a school's football team? I dream of all of it. I think other than ever imagining myself dismembered, there is nothing I haven't gotten off to for fantasy. I can even fear getting snuffed for all this crazy risk I am doing now. I do want to be Black Fucked though... so badly... so good. I want some stud to order me to send Him a plane ticket. Invite him to come and stay for as long as He wants. I want to figure a way to obey. It could take some serious planning, but I bet it could happen. I want to be fucked in my own marital bed. If my husband is tied up and made to watch that would be cool, but maybe he is just drugged so that he can't interfere. I want a Nigger Master who will make me betray every promise I used to be prisoner too. I now know my husband doesn't appreciate me the way I need it. He doesn't excite me the way I need it. Unless I get the sex thrill I need, maybe I will have to leave him. I think a Nigger would be doing my husband a favor my taking me as His slave. If duane will handle being a cuckold I am sure I could stay his wife at least in name. And I would be so happy being everything else for my Black Stud. I home school my children and it is hard to find too much time to just sit and write. I had hoped to write more here. I hope this is hot for people to read too. I felt I wanted to give something to all the fantastic people who messaged me yesterday. If anyone else wants to contact me, my yahoo is still willingwhiteslut@yahoo.com I think I am almost too busy as it is now... but I will try to answer all I can, any chance I get to sneak away from duane for even a few minutes. I love this now. Thanks Leta 4488 1.38/512345