Sticker Shock Music

Such a beautiful face, she had. He leaned over and grabbed her cock, stroking it firmly as he slid into her ass. He’d never been this hard before and his entire body shuddered at the entry, every inch alive and vibrating. He couldn’t believe how warm she was and how tightly she held him in her passage, then she flexed anal muscles and he… oohh! It felt like one long swallow, traveling from the base of his root to the dribbling tip and he fought to breathe against the sensation burning in his belly. He began to move, slowly at first, then with a little more speed. He didn’t need to slam into her because he was so close already. Then, she came and it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. A beautiful woman, clutching her breasts as her cock pulsed, jetting her seed onto her nipples. Her orgasm triggered his and he was overwhelmed with passion, his mouth covering hers as they shared breath and love…
“Charles?”
Cynthia’s hand found him under the covers and he instantly awoke, the vestiges of the dream evinced in the hardness of his cock. He was disoriented for a moment but seeing her face brought the edges of reality back into focus. “Hm?”
“You must have been having some kind of dream. You’re hard as a rock.” She purred, giving him a stroke.
Charlie closed his eyes and smiled, remembering Tamiko’s look of rapture as they came together. Half-asleep, he moved so that he was spooning her, rubbing his prick in the soft crack of her ass. Her body stiffened like plank of oak as he pressed in, stroking against her unwelcoming hole again and again.
“Charles! What are you doing?”
Her hips were so tiny that he could almost span her waist with his hands. He gripped them tightly, riding her ass crack, flexing his hips so that every inch of him was making contact with her skin, pre-cum lubing the way. A low moan broke from his lips and he closed his eyes, letting the sensations rule him. Tamiko had been so responsive to him, so passionate…
“Charles, stop!” It had been just a dream. His hard-on began to soften and he released her, sleepily watching her leave the warm bed and yank her robe on, her face red with anger. “What the fuck were you doing?”
“Making love to you.”
“Trying to fuck my ass is not making love, Charles.”
“Why not?” Charlie stood up, glaring at her. “Why can’t we be spontaneous?”
“Spontaneous? I don’t have time for that!”
“How can you not have time? When you’re in love, you want to find as many ways as possible to please your lover, don’t you?”
Cynthia shrugged, her cheeks still flaming. “Not with your dick in my ass.”
“You wouldn’t try it to please me?”
“Are you crazy? Do I look like a fag?”
“Cynthia, having anal sex doesn’t make you a fag.” He pulled his own robe on. “I want to try some different positions, not just the missionary that we do all the time. Jesus, Cynthia! I’m going to marry you! Why can’t we have some fun together?”
Her big, blue eyes filled with tears. “I thought we were having fun together but obviously, I’m not enough for you!” She slammed the bathroom door shut and her loud sobs floated through the wood door. She wasn’t truly hurt, he knew. It was a game that she played to manipulate him and he was upset to realize that most of the time, he allowed her to do so.
The pressures of the situation and the upcoming nuptials were finally getting to him and Charlie felt like he was in the center of a tug-of-war, pulled between his heart and his cock. As he sat there, his insides swirling with confusion, a bright ray of sunshine broke through the clouds. Tamiko. He thought of the fun they’d had last night: the easy conversation that they’d shared and the sound of her laughter… until he’d acted like an asshole.
Ignoring his fiancée’s wretched sobs, he dressed quickly and left the apartment, hoping that Tamiko would forgive him.
* * * * *
Tamiko hefted her sack of groceries as she rounded the corner, her brow furrowed in thought. She knew that she shouldn’t care so much, but she couldn’t help it. This one had gotten to her. Maybe it was his smile or the way he really listened to her when they talked, she didn’t know but as much as she tried to deny it, she was in pain. She had felt the attraction and had wanted to tell him the truth but his reaction had crippled her. His words had cut her to the bone and she had cried for the first time in a long time.
Just then, one of the sacks ripped open and cans of tomato paste and sliced mushrooms bounced onto the pavement, rolling around her feet. Tears suddenly came unbidden again and she cursed. “Dammit!”
“Let me help you with that.” Charlie bent quickly, retrieving the cans and taking the other bag from her arms. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, no thanks to you.”
“Listen, I’m sorry about last night, Tamiko. You didn’t deserve that.”
“I could have lied to you.” She said softly, wiping her tears away.
“I know.” He touched her shoulder lightly. “Can we go inside? I think we could both use a drink.”
For once, Tamiko agreed and fumbling with her keys, she unlocked the door and let him in.

Chapter One: The Road from Innocence
“Isn’t it true, Ms. Crenshaw, that the defendant, Laura Wesson, was so obsessed with your lesbian relationship, that she wanted her husband out of the way at any cost?”
“No,” Julie said from the stand.
“Wasn’t she was so consumed with her perverted lust for you, that she would commit any act to get rid of him? Even murder!”
Judge Katherine Pool glanced over her glasses at the defense table, waiting for an objection.
“Objection, your honor,” Laura’s lawyer said, half-heartedly.
“Sustained,” said the Judge.
“Let me bring your attention to the night of February 12^th, Ms. Crenshaw, a full two weeks before the two of you ‘Got a little too drunk.’ Do you recall the night in question?”
“Yes,” Julie said.
“Would you recount it for the court?”
“Our husbands were co-founders of Polytech Corp,” Julie started, “Laura and I frequently joined them for evenings out with important clients.”
“The boys were up in New York, but they were supposed to meet us in D.C. for some serious shmoozing. Laura and I were at her house getting ready when the call came.”
“And this call was from…” the prosecutor prompted.
“Dave,” she said, pointing to her husband at the defense table, “Something came up, and they were catching a flight to England.”
Laura Wesson watched Julie from the defendant’s table. She hardly recognized her. Hairstyle, makeup, her new ensemble, nothing looked the same. It was as if she was trying to recreate herself. She still exuded her raw sexuality, however, and Laura’s mind went back to that cold February night when it all started. She could still see Julie standing in her bedroom, staring at the phone in her hand.
“They won’t be home tonight,” Julie had said.
“What?”
“They’re catching a flight to Heathrow, they might be gone as long as a week.”
Laura balled her hands into fists as she stood there in her panties and bra. Her new gown covered half the bed.
“What are we supposed to do?” she asked.
“We go, make apologies, and they mend the fences when they get back,” Julie said.
“This is going to be a nightmare,” Laura said prophetically.
Four disastrous hours later, Laura’s car sat rocking in her driveway after she slammed it into “Park.”
“All that, and now I have to come home to an empty house,” Laura said. “I’m about ready to start smashing things. Why don’t you just stay at my place tonight, it would be a great help.”
“I’d love to,” Julie said, “Can I break that orange lamp in the den?”
“Very funny,” Laura said. “It is awful though, isn’t it?”
“All you have to do is take care of the details,” Julie said, straightening a picture in the vestibule as they went in. “Like accidentally breaking those gawd-awful things men always want to save.”
“We all know you’re a great housekeeper,” Laura said, tipping the picture off kilter as she followed Julie in. “But Jim and I like a little chaos in our lives. We’re both artists at heart.”
“That’s why you need Dave and I,” Julie said, placing her purse carefully on the phone table. “Dave to keep you on the right side of the rules, and me to play with all that lovely money.” She rubbed her hands and gave her greediest grin.
“Sometimes I think we were happier before we got all this money,” Laura said, tossing her purse in the general direction of the couch. “All those lawyers and accountants drive me crazy.”
Julie stuck out her bottom lip.
“Except for you and Dave, of course,” Laura said. “Sometimes,” she added.
Julie was looking at her funny, and Laura was afraid she had hurt her feelings.
“You’ve never tried our hot tub, have you?” Laura said. “I’ve got to unwind. Come on, let’s hit it before we turn in.”
“You’re a genius,” Julie said, “Do you have a suit I can borrow?”
“Yes, but you don’t need one. No one can see.”
“You go out there naked?”
Laura wiggled her eyebrows and nodded.
“We’ll freeze.”
“Only for a second. You won’t believe how good it feels when you get in. Come on, I’ll race you.”
Bitter cold knifed thru their naked bodies as they pushed the cover off.
“Is it supposed to smell like that?”
“Eewww, get the cover back on, quick,”
“I’m fra…fra…freeeezing,” Julie said, trying to dance and help wrestle the cover back on at the same time.
They were climbing all over each other trying to get back thru the sliding glass door, and had a squealing race back to Laura’s warm bedroom.
Julie was all hyped up once the bedrooms heat banished her chill, but Laura was crushed.
“A warm shower is my last hope of salvation,” Laura said.
“I have a better idea. Lay down.”
“Do what?”
Without answering, Julie stepped behind Laura, put her thumbs into the juncture of her neck and shoulders, and then dug them in.
“Ahh,” was all Laura could say as her shoulders slumped.
Julie marched her to the bed, got her to lie down, and then perched on her naked butt.
“Oh, god,” Laura said as Julie’s strong fingers dug into her. She was pulling the knots out of Laura’s neck and shoulders, and it felt so good, it hurt.
“How am I doing?” Julie said, shaking out her hands.
“Oh, god, I’ll pay you a million dollars not to stop,” Laura said, her tension fading into memory.
“Dinner at the Olive Garden?” Julie said, her fingernail teasing Laura’s back in tickling figure eights.
“Anything, I’ll give you my first born,” Laura said, drooling.
Laura’s moans sounded nearly orgasmic as Julie’s hands went rhythmically up and down her back.
Jim gave her backrubs every once in a while, but the time was always subtracted from her limited foreplay quota. Julie was more like the Energizer Bunny. She was throwing her entire body into it. Laura wanted it to go on forever, but she could hear Julie getting winded.
“That was wonderful,” Laura said.
“You want me to stop?”
“No,” Laura said, “but if I get any more relaxed, I’ll start wetting the bed.”
“Eewww,” Julie giggled.
She bounced before getting off, and pushed a section of sheet onto Laura’s ass and smacked it.
“Getting a little frisky, aren’t we?” Laura said.
“Yep,” she said, flopping down spread-eagle, and taking up three quarters of the bed.
“You really wore yourself out on me, didn’t you?”
“I’m out of shape. If I work out like that every day, I’ll look like Arnold in no time,” she flexed her arms as if she had muscles.
“No problem. I’ll make up charts for you and everything. Come on wimp, is that all you’ve got? Make it burn, one more, come on,” Laura said in her best drill sergeant voice.
Julie let her tongue hang out and panted like a dog, “Arrr… I can’t do any more…” pant, pant. She did a death twitch and went still with the tip of her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth.
“I’ve killed her,” Laura said in mock horror, “I’ll have to use the lifesaving “Hiem-Tickle-ick” maneuver.”
Julie screamed and scrambled out of the bed before Laura’s fingers could reach her ribs.
“Thank goodness you’re all right,” Laura said, not stirring from the bed to chase her, “I’ve had it. Maybe I’ll show you later.”
“You’d better not,” Julie said, getting back in the bed.
“Gitchi-gitchi-goo,” Laura taunted as she rolled to her side, facing away from Julie.
That got her another swat on the backside. She responded by wiggling once before letting herself doze off.
Nature called Laura in the middle of the night, and she was taken aback when she woke. Her friend was curled up in a tight little ball, and Laura was all over her back. She was drifting back to sleep when Julie rolled over and returned the favor. Her eyes popped open when the erect nipple poked into her, with the rest of Julie’s breast pressing into her back close behind. It felt strange, but she didn’t push her away.
Spooning, she mused, as the warm body snuggled its way to comfort behind her, it’s the most underrated part of sleeping with someone. Sex wasn’t why she hated sleeping alone so much; it was this. She squirmed herself back into Julie the same way she did with Jim, and drifted back to sleep with a sigh. She dreamed that Jim was cuddled up behind her, kissing her neck, and caressing her breast. She could even imagine his lips on her nipple, sucking gently, like a ghost.
“Rise and shine.”
“Go away.”
“Coffee’s on, and breakfast will be ready in a sec., come on,” Laura said, pulling the covers off Julie.
“No,” Julie whined.
She was on her tummy, shoulders hunched, arms underneath her, and her ass dimpled as she squeezed it several times.
Laura swallowed hard, and the covers slipped from her hand.
“Hurry up,” she said, clapping twice and running out of the room.
Laura kept her eyes glued to her untouched mug of coffee as Julie breezed into the room. She was trying to get her arm into the inside-out sleeve of one of Laura’s bathrobes.
“Earth to Laura, where’s my coffee?” Julie said.
Laura jumped up and poured her a mug. She almost dumped it on her when one of Julie’s breasts popped out of the bathrobe.
Laura had to tear her eyes away, and nix the morning’s second crazy impulse. She had just had a strong urge to touch Julie’s breast. Earlier, on the bed, she’d wanted to slide her hand up between Julie’s legs, up to where she could see the tips of her fingers under her pussy, and rouse her by tickling her most sensitive places.
Julie was a great friend, and Laura knew she could take all kinds of liberties with her, but that kind of stuff was over the line, way over the line.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” Laura said, afraid to look up.
“So what’s the plan?”
“First, I’m going to call those spa people and find out why my hot tub smells like a sewer,” Laura said, coming to herself, “I can’t force you to knock yourself out every time I have a hissy-fit.”
“Don’t be silly. I didn’t mind a bit,” Julie said, patting Laura’s hand, “Besides, I’m going to eat like a pig at the Olive Garden tonight.”
“What? You’re going to hold me to that?”
They got to the Olive Garden before the dinner crowd, and were seated right away. Julie was in fine spirits, but Laura was upset from the man who’d come to fix the hot tub.
“What a jerk.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“He as much as said we were filthy pigs and took baths in it.”
“He was able to tell all that from those little test tubes?”
Laura stuck her tongue out a Julie.
“Garçon,” Julie said, snapping her fingers over her head, “A bottle of your finest wine. Money is no object.”
“Let’s get drunk,” she said to Laura.
“They have some real expensive wines here,” the young man waiting on them said.
“How expensive?” Laura said.
“Okay, we’ll have a bottle of pretty good wine, and get a little tipsy,” Julie said after he told them.
Three bottles of wine, and one fabulous meal later, they were back at the house seeing if the hot tub full of fresh water was warm enough for the cold winter night.
“Looks like you’re stuck with me, again.”
“It’ll be perfect in no time,” Laura said.
Instead of answering, Julie stood with her hands up by her shoulders and wiggled her fingers like small claws. Laura grinned and lay down on the floor.
Laura was smoothing out her dress under her, when Julie climbed aboard. The knees of Julie’s slacks came down on the dress, and the cloth held Laura’s hands pinned to the floor. She could have pulled her hands free, but it felt as if Julie was holding her down as her helpless prisoner, and the thought made her heart race. The fingers were just as magical, but Laura wasn’t getting relaxed.
“Your turn,” Julie said, swatting Laura on the ass.
“Me? I don’t know how….”
“Learn,” Julie said, lying down next to Laura.
As Laura took her position, she saw Julie’s ass go up and down in anticipation of what was to come. In her mind, she could see the flesh dimpling beneath the slacks, just the way they had that morning.
She sat down on Julie’s ass, but lifted up again with a jolt. Her teeth nipped at her lower lip as she tried to ignore how nice it felt to press herself down on Julie’s tight, round bottom.
“Oh, you’re a natural,” Julie said as Laura kneaded her flesh.
Laura was trying to concentrate on what her hands were doing, but the feel of Julie’s ass between her legs kept distracting her. She had gotten into a slow rhythm up and down her back, and then stopped, suddenly embarrassed. Her hips had started echoing the movement, and other, deeper, muscles were picking up the cadence as well.
“Don’t stop,” Julie said.
“Cramp,” Laura said, shaking her hand. She started to get up, and then quickly sat back down. There was a wet spot on Julie’s slacks where Laura’s panties had been rubbing. The cold spot Julie would feel if she got up had her trapped.
“Let’s give the tub another try,” Laura said.
“No. Do me first. Do me, do me,” Julie said, kicking her feet on the carpet like a child having a temper tantrum.
“I’ve created a monster,” Laura said, “You’re going to try my hot tub if I have to drag you in.”
With that, Laura slid down Julie’s legs and in a single motion, jerked down her slacks.
“Stop,” Julie squealed, trying to save them.
“Hot tub?” Laura said, keeping a death grip on the tell tale slacks.
“Okay,” Julie said, “but you still owe me a back rub.”
The temperature was marginal by the time they got in, and comfortably warm by the time they got out. Laura took a break to run in and take a pee, and came back with a bottle of Southern Comfort. Julie only took a sip, making a face afterwards, so Laura took slugs straight from the bottle, like a lush, as Julie made fun of her.
“Time to pay up,” Julie said as they dashed to the bathroom.
“I think we have some massage oil here somewhere,” Laura said, once they were dry, “Here it is, it’s not even open.”
“Wesson Oil,” Julie said, “That’s good stuff.”
Laura actually looked at the label before catching Julie’s grin.
“Aw, come on, that was funny,” Julie said, following Laura Wesson to the bed.
Laura just shook her head as she crawled onto the bed, but her shoulders shook once.
“Okay, sour puss, lay down,” Julie said, cracking the seal and pouring some in her hand, “You’re going to owe me big time after this.”
Laura got on the bed, head spinning from the booze, and waited for the warmth of Julie’s naked butt on her own. She sighed when it happened, and surrendered to a world of sensual pleasure as the soft hands slid up and down her back.
Once again, Julie proved her strength and endurance; she attacked the muscles in Laura’s back and subdued them with rising intensity.
“I’m dead,” Laura slurred, barely able to move her lips.
Julie did the same thing with the sheet when she got off as she had the night before. The sheet sliding over her butt under pressure instantly replaced the warmth of her lifting crotch. Laura understood now, that Julie had just wiped her moisture from the cheeks of Laura’s ass. If she’d known why Julie had done that last night, it would have upset her. Tonight, however, she didn’t find it offensive.
That night she dreamed it was Julie’s lips kissing her neck, and soft, feminine hands caressing her breasts. She dreamed that Julie was making love to her, sucking her breast, and caressing her ass. She could almost feel the soft hand slide up between her legs, and a gentle finger searching for the opening. Part of her dream mind wanted her to stop, but another part said it was only a dream, and she should enjoy it.
She had never come in her sleep before. She’d heard that men did it all the time, but she’d never heard of a woman doing so. She was mortified. Her cries of passion not only tore her from sleep, but woke Julie as well.
“I was having a nightmare,” she lied quickly, “go back to sleep.”
Laura ran to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. What was happening to her? Her hand slid down between her legs and into the slickness that shouldn’t be there. She tried to picture Jim’s beautiful body as she took a shuddering breath.
Jim’s face wouldn’t form in her mind. Instead, she saw the lithe body of Julie and could smell her sex. She pulled her hand from her pussy and sat on the toilet, dropping her chin in her hands. The smell of her own sex filled her nose, and she watched in amazement as the woman in the mirror sniffed the smelly finger, and then put it in her mouth.
The phone woke them up at 5AM.
“Hello?” Laura said after God knew how many rings.
“She’s here,” Laura, said, looking at Julie, “She’s been keeping me company while you two traipse around the world. Let me see if she’s up.”
“Dave,” Laura silently mouthed the name.
Julie just stared for the longest time. Finally, she seemed to snap out of it and took the phone.
“Hello?” she said. “Okay, okay, wait, let me get a pencil.” She scribbled for a moment. “Okay, ‘bye.” She hung up and looked at Laura. “They’ll be arriving at Dulles at 6:47 tonight,” she said in a monotone.
“Oh, good,” Laura said, quietly, without conviction.
The two of them sat on the bed, each lost in her own thoughts.
So ends chapter one, dear reader. A quick look back at the happy days of innocence, before we descend into the dark days of depravity ahead. The faint of heat or easily offended should avert their eyes when chapter two arrives.
Next chapter… Into the Pit.

There weren’t any special lights. The music wasn’t deafening. The drinks weren’t too expensive. And, the other men in the room were very friendly.
In fact, the three other men in the room, my living room, were some of my best friends and coworkers.
Chip was the guy everyone just naturally liked. I think that’s what made him such a great salesman. Irish smile, blond hair and always, always, smiling.
Tom was the, tall, dark, and handsome one. Although the youngest in the group, he just always took control of a situation. In fact, it was his taking control that had all eight of us here, now, doing this.
Jerry was the finance guy. Great guy and on his second beautiful Oriental wife.
And, speaking of wives?
Well, Jerry’s little Sue, I don’t recall what her actual name was, is just the cutest little thing you’ll ever see. She can’t be five foot tall and her slim little body shows all the right curves.
Chip’s wife is Linda. Tall, slender frame, good posture always, the business woman type. She’s always so serious but she’s also always willing to please Chip.
Tom’s wife, Pam, is quiet, yet always smiling and, like Linda, always willing to please her husband in any way he asks. I’d say that Pam’s best feature would be her smile and the dimples it displays.
My wife, Jan, is probably the one with the figure most admired by the group. Great tits that didn’t sag one little bit. Tall, slender, and pretty. And, she’s likely the most intelligent of the group and that makes it hard for me to manipulate her into something like this.
I’m just an adventurous guy who just can’t get enough adventure. My name is Mike. I was in the military, in fact Special Forces, when I met Jan. Hell, I can’t even get within a hundred of how many females, girls and women, I had before Jan.
I never even thought about swinging because there were just so many women available for a young guy in the position I was in.
But after marriage it wasn’t long at all before I started thinking about it. Not that I wasn’t in love with Jan, but just because they were there…, and willing. I was, am, and will continue to be, totally emotionally monogamous but I just don’t think that taking a life’s partner means giving up life’s opportunities for excitement.
Jan knew this about me and we’d discussed it many times. But every time I thought she was coming to my way of thinking she’d go back to her, ‘the fantasy is the best part’, seclusion!
Hell! The fantasy is simply the foreplay to me. I’ve always been the one that thought, “if it’s worth fantasizing about, it’s worth trying.”
So, back to about an hour ago. The Red Lobster restaurant, four couples finishing their meals, the waitress bringing one last round of after-dinner drinks.
“How about we check out that new strip club we were talking about at work?” Tom threw in between Sue’s saying the shrimp had been overcooked and Pam agreeing.
“And just what strip club might that be?” Linda raised an eyebrow and looked at Chip who looked a little sheepish.
“Well,” Chip paused to consider the most politically correct response, “we haven’t been there yet, but it’s supposed to be real upscale and nice.” Chip paused another moment before adding, “and it’s going to try to appeal to couples and not just men.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Tom looked right at Linda and continued, “let’s make sure they have at least four couples tonight, OK?” Tom paused, looked at each of the wives individually before adding, “I dare you all to go with me.”
“I’m game,” Jerry didn’t hesitate to make his vote clear, then without consulting her he added his wife’s vote, “and Sue will go to.”
“I’ll go,” Pam grabbed Tom’s arm and leaned into him, “if Linda and Jan go too.”
“OK.” Linda didn’t show any expression at all as she answered.
Now nobody even noticed that I was being quiet. Hell, everyone there knew I’d be in for anything like that. And everyone looked at Jan and I was afraid that this would be one of those ‘I hate being the spoil sport’ moments that I had to hear about for days. I guess I didn’t blame her for being put on the spot like that.
“Why do we want to go to some silly club with some women who are probably drug addicts and prostitutes?” Jan looked around the table and saw the disappointed faces of the men and the curious faces of the other women. She looked right at me very seriously, then I noticed the slight wicked grin beginning to form as she continued, “if the men want to see some ladies dancing provocatively, and even stripping, then why do we need to go out in public?”
OK, now I thought she was going to say that we have our wives to strip for us every night and that should be enough.
Jan smiled even more as she took the margarita that had just been brought, licked some salt from the rim with a slow, sensuous, movement of her tongue, licked it across her lips provocatively, and then took a sip of the drink before dropping the bomb shell. “Why don’t we go to our place and we ladies can be your strippers?” She glanced at the other women with a confident and daring look and added, “Are you game?”
Speechless is an understatement! I was disbelieving my ears.
“Sounds OK to me,” Pam spoke so quietly that I wasn’t sure I’d heard her but I was sure what she added, “I’m game if everyone else is.”
“Sue’s in.” Jerry smiled excitedly as he answered for his wife.
“Sure,” Linda still showed no emotion as she spoke, “but are we talking about only dancing for our husbands?”
“Well,” Jan glanced at Sue and Pam, then looked at Linda and finished, “we’ll all be in the same room, won’t we?” Jan thought a moment before adding, “and the reason the men wanted to go to the club was to see different girls, right?”
“Damn!” Chip spoke out loud but it was clear he didn’t mean to. He was looking at Jan’s face as she spoke but when she finished he was looking at those great tits that he never thought, until now, that he’d ever really get to see. Tom was eyeing the little Sue and it was very apparent that Jerry wanted Pam by the way he was ogling her.
Hell, I’m like the old bull that told the young bull, who wanted to run down and get a cow from the herd, “I’ll walk down and get them all!
But, I think it was obvious who the, at least, initial partners would be in this. And as I watched Jan wink at Chip, I looked at Linda and saw a rare smile on her face as she looked back at me.
We were in two cars so I can’t say what was said in the other, but in ours, the conversation was not about our intentions at all. I felt it sort of weird that neither us or Tom and Pam said anything about where we were going and what we were going to do.
When we got home the other car was already in the drive. The other two couples were on the front porch and we quickly got out of my car and joined them and I opened the front door and we all went in.
Everyone was obviously nervous.
I’m guessing the gals because of what they’d agreed, and were about, to do.
Us guys were simply in shock and excited and totally afraid that something would happen to stop this. But nothing did. Nothing at all.
“Pam?” Jan spoke as soon as everyone was in the living room. “Would you help me get the men some chairs?”
“Sure,” Pam didn’t hesitate at all, “where?”
“Let’s get the dining chairs and put them in the living room, OK?”
“Yes,” Sue spoke for a rare time, “dining chairs are good lap dance chairs.”
“And,” Jan smiled at little Sue, “just how do you know so much about lap dancing?”
“I lap dance for Jerry often.” Sue spoke with such an innocent honesty that it caught everyone off guard. “Jerry like me to lap dance for him, and I like lap dancing, it fun.”
There was silence. Jan and Pam went to the kitchen and returned with four of the dining room chairs. They placed the chairs against the open wall about three or four feet apart and told the men to take a seat.
I took the chair on the far left, Chip on the far right and Jerry and Tom took the two middle ones.
“Well,” Jan was the first to speak after the men were in their places, “since Sue’s the only one, I’m guessing,” Jan looked at Pam and Linda who both nodded agreement, “who’s actually done this, why don’t we let her show us how?”
“OK,” Sue quickly answered and smiling, added to our surprise, “but I want to dance for Tom now.”
“Let there be music.” Jan turned on the stereo and grinned as she reached to dim the lights in the room.
Pam, Jan, and Linda sat on the couch on the opposite side of the living room as Sue began to sway to the music and work, ever so slowly, her way over to, a very delighted, Tom.
Sue was turning, slowly moving forward, unbuttoning her shirt, and undoing her tight jeans, all in one incredibly fluid motion.
I don’t know about the other guys but I was rock hard by now. This cute little Oriental lady was a pro. And, damn! What a hell of a nice little body she had.
I looked at Jan and the other two ladies and noticed they were as transfixed as we were. Now I don’t know Pam and Linda as well, but I know that horny look on Jan. And it was very there!
As Sue made her final turn away, just a few feet now from Tom, I was so glad that Tom was in the chair next to me. I could tell by the smiles on Jan, Linda, and Pam’s faces that Sue must be smiling at them as she bent over, reached back and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor. Then she was reaching down and sliding her thin panties down her legs and stepping out of them completing the trail of clothes that led from the couch to our chairs.
Sue’s little naked butt was within an easy reach of me and it was so tempting but I just wasn’t sure of the rules. Plus, she was dancing for Tom right now and with her smiling husbands, obvious, approval.
“Are we allowed to touch?” Tom held his hands up as Sue turned and showed us all her gorgeous little breasts and that silky soft looking wasp of pubic hair.
“When she dances for me, I sure do.” Jerry laughed as he spoke, then added, “We’re not going to have rules here, are we?”
“We’re lap dancing, not swapping wives, right?” Linda looked at a disappointed Chip as she made her statement.
“But, it’s almost impossible to lap dance without touching something.” Jerry had his sales spiel ready as he seemed to be prepared to negotiate the issue.
“It’s not that I mind contact,” Linda spoke defensively, then added, “I’m not on the pill and it’s about that time.”
I was relieved to hear Linda’s response because I was pretty certain that she was going to be my private dancer tonight. And, I sure didn’t want to draw the lady who was most hesitant to enjoy herself.
“OK, so the only rule besides ‘what plays at the Jones’s, stays at the Jones’s, is no intercourse, OK?” Jan was starting to stand up and was already unbuttoning her blouse as she spoke.
“I saw one of the girls at a club giving head to a guy once.” Chip just had to push the rules.
“We’re just drawing the line at fucking.” Pam stood up beside Jan now and also started to disrobe.
I’d been distracted by the negotiating but noticed that Sue had continued her dance as if nothing had been said.
And, she was doing as good a job as any pro I’d ever seen. She twisted, turned, swayed and swooped her little body all over and around a smiling Tom.
And my friend, Tom, was enjoying every moment of it too. Hell, so was I. The only difference is that Tom was getting to feel of those beautiful breasts, hips, thighs, and I even notice him reaching down and feeling Sue’s little ass and pussy too.
As stimulating as it was to watch Sue and Tom, it was even more stimulating to watch as my beautiful wife was taking off the last of her clothing now and was finishing her dance to a smiling Chip.
And, having never seen Pam naked before, it was a real delight to see that her body was ever bit as nice as it had been in my mind’s eye. As Pam slipped her panties down over her foot she smiled at me, but then danced her way to Jerry.
I was alternating watching Jan as she seduced Chip, and Pam as she was rubbing her body all over Jerry but quickly turned my complete attention to the last lady of the group.
Linda was transfixed with the sight of Jan sitting her naked butt in Chip’s lap and rubbing back and forth with the music.
I thought for a moment that Linda might be the link that just wasn’t going to fit.
Then I saw a smile on Linda’s face, and when I looked at what she was looking at I saw that Chip was grinning ear to ear as he rubbed his face back and forth across Jan’s large, firm, breasts.
“He’s been dying for your breasts for years, Jan,” Linda stood, began undressing, and added, “now he’s in big breast heaven.”
As Linda completed her disrobing I noticed that, although small, she had one of the nicest set of breasts in the room. Firm, but not hard like fake ones, well shaped and with gorgeous long, dark, nipples. We’re talking almost an inch and they might get longer with some talented attention from me.
Linda finally took her eyes off of her husband and my wife and began her dance across the living room to me.
I have to admit that I did want to watch every single thing that was happening with the other couples, but I also wanted to savor every second of my time with my dancer too. So, I looked deeply into Linda’s eyes, smiled, and leaned back in my seat as she approached.
“You’re beautiful, Linda.” I more mouthed the words than spoke them.
“Thank you,” Linda smiled as she mouthed her words back to me, “I’ve always thought you were the best looking guy at the store.”
OK, she might have just been being nice. She might have just been saying what she thought she should say. But, I didn’t care and right now I was glad I had her, although Sue and Pam were pretty damn hot too.
Linda approached, facing me, and leaned down and tentatively, pressed her lips against mine. I wasn’t expecting a kiss and it caught me off guard so my lack of response was probably misinterpreted.
I looked over, saw that Chip and Jan had been kissing too and realized that, that, is what probably gave Linda the OK to kiss me.
Linda’s legs were perfectly shaped. Her pubic hair was thick but covered only a small patch around her vagina. Her belly was flat and she had a belly button that you could almost fuck as another orifice, a real inzie.
As Linda approached again I reached out and placed my hands on her thighs and felt how soft her flesh was. She swayed in my embrace and I pulled her gently forward allowing my face to be close enough to smell her heat.
I let my hands wonder up her thighs and over her hips until I was feeling up her sides to each side of her perfect breasts. Then I reached slightly behind her and pulled her gently toward me, and this time it was me who was, initiating the kiss.
Linda’s lips were soft. I felt her continue to sway as our lips remained pressed together.
Then she broke the kiss and turned away from me. She looked back over her shoulder as she allowed herself to almost sit in lap, but maintaining her legs support, she rubbed her naked ass across the bulging crotch of my jeans, not once but several times.
Linda stood again, took several dance moves to turn back around, then straddled me and placed her mouth on mine once more.
Now Linda can kiss! Man, can she ever kiss. Her lips, her tongue, and even her soul was in that kiss. I think we might have been kissing for several minutes before I was aware that she was also dry humping my cock through my jeans. Well, it was dry inside my jeans, (at least so far), but she had the zipper and outside pretty darn wet.
When we finally broke the kiss Linda had her arms around my neck and leaned back, allowing my cock to rub against her ass as well as her pubic area. I began to hump back against her and, leaning forward, managed to get one of her sweet breasts in my mouth.
As I sucked that long nipple I felt it get even harder and, amazingly, longer.
We continued to dry fuck each other and I alternated from one nipple to the other sucking them like I might suck a small penis.
I knew I wouldn’t cum. I seldom cum without vaginal intercourse. But, I didn’t care. I was having one of the best sexual experiences of my, very experienced, life.
I felt Linda humping in a different, and more assertive, manner now so I reciprocated accordingly.
I now removed the hand that I’d been holding the breast I was currently sucking, keeping the other still on the other breast, and let it slide down Linda’s belly to her pubic area.
I began to suck her nipple even more aggressively as I also rubbed her very swollen and wet clitoris.
Linda responded by hunching against my hand, as well as my cock.
I could tell she was getting close so I allowed a finger to enter her and found that ribbed area easily. Linda was pushing her breast hard against my face and fucking my finger with earnest now.
She stopped her motion for the first time and then lurched hard against me. Then, stopping again she pushed my face away from her nipple and gave me my life’s second best kiss as she lurched her pelvis again onto my finger.
Have you ever felt a woman’s insides as she really cums? You know, that wet, but squeaky clean feel? Well, along with her muscles contracting on my finger, I felt it very much right then.
I so wanted my cock to be inside that pussy at that moment but knew it just wasn’t going to happen. But I also relished the experience I’d just shared with Linda.
“God, fucking, damn,” Linda whispered in my ear as we broke the kiss and she had calmed down a bit, “pardon my French, but,” she looked at me and grinned, “God, fucking damn!”
“I totally agree,” I smiled back at her and leaned in and gave her a nice, quick, kiss on the lips before adding, “in any language, Linda, you’re really a hot young lady.”
For the first time in what seemed hours, I looked over at the others.
Beside me, Tom had his pants undone. Who knows if he’d done it or if Sue had, but his pants and his underwear were around his knees.
Sue was sitting in floor, still naked, in front of him and was slowly stroking his cock.
It was obvious that they’d been watching Linda and I. I looked to see if there were any signs that Tom had cum but realized that, if he had, Sue must have taken the evidence in some way or the other.
Pam was sitting in Jerry’s lap. She was slowly lifting her body up and down in a manner that appeared they were still slowly fucking. I could tell that Jerry still had his slacks on, but his fly could certainly be open.
By the looks on their faces it appeared that, whether actually fucking or not, they’d both been satisfied.
Jan was sitting in the floor in front of Chip just like Sue was with Tom, only Chips pants were still on. But, his fly was open and Jan had Chips soft penis in her hand, fondling it idly.
The mass of white cum on Jan’s breasts told the story there.
People began to get dressed or just get organized a little better. I, for one, hadn’t undressed at all but it did take some adjustments to be able to stand.
“What played at the Jones’s,” Jan spoke in a rather cheerful voice as she broke a long moments silence, “stay’s at the Jones’s.”
“Absolutely!” Chip responded first.
“Totally.” Pam was still dressing as she spoke.
“Here, here.” Jerry, Tom and I affirmed almost as if we’d rehearsed it.
“And next time,” Linda surprised everyone when she confirmed what all of us must have been thinking, “it can stay at the Smith’s, OK?”

align=center>Prologue- The recent past

The door opens and she is standing there, as usual, wearing her luxurious gold satin robe and gold high heels.
With the door still open, I reach out and undo the belt and gently push apart the flimsy material. I watch avidly as her dark brown, heavily swollen belly comes into view, topped by her enormous, chocolate brown breasts.
They are rising up out of her too tight, ivory bra. It is way too small and pushes up her heavy breasts — just the way I like them — causing them to flop over. I can see her swollen dark brown nipples protruding above the cups.
Pushing the robe off her shoulders, I reach behind her and unhook the bra and her enormous, 38K, full, heavy chocolate brown breasts fall out. They are so large and so heavy that they rest on her gigantically swollen belly. With each pregnancy — her belly and her tits just get larger.
The dark chocolate nipples harden and become engorged as I watch and they grow to at least 2″ in length — with a clear drop appearing on the tip of each.
Bending down, I lightly lick the tips dry and begin to stroke her heavily swollen belly with one hand. My other hand begins to stroke the inside of her leg until I reach the top where I can feel her heat through the flimsy ivory thong.
As I feel her womanhood beginning to throb, I rip off the thong and throw it on the floor.
She is now standing in the open hallway stark naked, except for high gold sandals - with all her glorious, fertile womanhood on show!
Getting on my knees, I push her legs wide apart and begin to lap at her damp, musky, hot shaven pussy. I feel her juices flow as I suck on her clitoris and she begins to writhe above me.
We have been lovers ever since I first met her three years ago at a rather exotic sex club. She was (and still is) their main attraction!
She is paid (very highly I might add) to flaunt her beautiful, bountiful naked body nightly at the club whilst allowing men to fuck her in public!
It is a condition of her employment that none of her sexual partners use any form of birth control whilst fucking her.
Which, of course, means that Leila is always pregnant - for which the men pay a high premium!
Apparently, all men fantasise about fucking pregnant women! She is their dream come true.
She neither knows nor cares who fathered this latest one deep inside her — it is her third such pregnancy in the three years that I have been with her - she says she has lost count how many pregnancies she has had in total!
When we met she had given birth only 5 weeks previously and her body had still shown the signs — wonderful! There is nothing more beautiful than a woman carrying a child.
The only downside is that she can’t remain “in-milk” for long after each birth — as it can work as a natural birth control and may stop her getting pregnant again quickly — which is, of course, the main part of her job description!
I have to say, though, that I would much rather have her swollen with a man’s seed than “in-milk”.
This new baby she is carrying is due in about 2 weeks time. Leila will continue working and being fucked right up until the birth and then take a month off work and breastfeed both the baby and me (can’t wait) constantly before handing the baby over for adoption, as with all the others, and return to her work.
And she will have another seed planted deep inside her ever-fertile womb within days of returning to work — after all she does service up to 5 men a night — 6 nights a week so …….. roughtly every 9 months she gives birth!
This is her life and she loves it! She is a very sensual, very sexual woman of 38 now. She reckons she has another 10 years or so of this lifestyle — oh I do hope so!
And how do I feel about this job of hers? Well I just adore seeing her brown belly all swollen up and stretched and veined with someone’s seed growing inside her and her gargantuan hanging breasts getting even fuller and even heavier as the pregnancy progresses.
And as all her babies have been born vaginally, her pussy just gets looser with each birth and, of course, the number of penises fucking her daily probably contributes too!
I especially love the fact that I can double-fist her in her loose, beautiful pussy — and I do so daily. After all, I can’t make it any looser can I? I also love it when she has just given birth and for a month or so I get to drink her warm, full, creamy, rich milk straight from her gargantuan breasts! Absolute bliss!
As I remember all this, I roughly force three fingers up inside her damp, hot pussy and start to plunge them in and out hard. She moans as I softly lower my mouth to one of her full, hanging tits and I start to suckle her — still standing in the hallway.
I get a mouthful of rich, creamy tasting milk (her breasts come into milk earlier and earlier each time too) and suckle harder whilst finger-fucking her deep in that chocolate brown pussy of hers.
She leans against the wall and parts her legs wider as I start to caress her dark brown naked buttocks. Again, without warning, I force three fingers up inside her tight, unprepared asshole.
At the same time, I bite down on the nipple in my mouth. She gasps but I just bite down harder on the tender, engorged, elongated nipple as she starts to cry out.
But her pussy juices start to flow copiously over my fingers and down her legs (oh yes - I know how she loves pain) as I continue to bite on the nipple until I can taste her blood mixing with the milk — pure nectar!
And me? Well — by day I am Leila’s lover and by night I am a dutiful wife and mother!
For when I met Leila, I myself was heavily pregnant and I now have a three year old little girl (Juliette) and a doting husband. He thinks I have a little daily part time job (Leila gives me enough money to make this believable) whilst his mother looks after Juliette for 4 hours a day whilst I am “at work”!
And I have remained “in-milk”. I am still breastfeeding Juliette three times a day and both my husband and Leila (unknown to him) love to feed at my large, milky tits on a daily basis too.
He suckles me dry every morning before going off to work and then Leila suckles me during the day and then Juliette at bedtime. He then drains me again himself at our bedtime.
My husband, of course, is totally unaware of my secret life — after all how many men ever suspect their wives of having an affair with another woman?
I still, uncomplainingly, open my legs for him on a nightly basis. He fucks me every night of the week (and twice on Sundays!) 365 days of the year!
Why do I do this? Well why not. I love Leila and her hot, wet, musky, dark pussy. I adore her love juices running into my mouth. I love her dirty, tight, brown ass. I am addicted to her warm, rich breast milk and her continually swollen brown belly.
BUT I also love cock. I adore sucking a man’s cock and I adore the salty taste of hot semen filling my mouth and running down my throat. I love to feel a rock-hard cock plunging in and out of my tight, soaking wet pussy and my tight, dirty back passage — showing me no mercy!
I love my milk being drunk and I love my nipples being bitten at the moment of his orgasm. I hope that one of these days his seed will again take root deep inside my womb and make me swollen with a baby again.
And, after all, Leila gets cock nightly — so why shouldn’t I too? So — you could say that I have the best of both worlds — and long may it last!

Smiles to myself in the mirror as I put on the last touch of my light make up. My hands brushing through my long hair, and I look over myself to see that everything is perfect. My breasts lifted and held by the lovely leather dress. It is laced at the front, and with a short skirt swaying out from my hips and barely covering my naked heart shaped ass.
My legs are caressed by black silk stockings, and my feet are slipped into high heeled shoes in suede. In my ears small diamond earrings are piercing through, and around my slender neck there is no jewelry at all.
I have been to the club many times before, but this time I have a strange feeling that it will be different.
I leave the ladies room, and step into the bigger room where the bar is. Eyes searching for an empty seat and I sashay across the room slowly and over to the vacant seat my eyes found.
I order a glass of white wine, and sip it slowly while my eyes slowly move across the room and the people there. Nodding now and then as I see familiar faces, while I small talk with the bartender about everything and nothing…
Then, with a soft shock, my eyes meet an intense gaze from across the room, and I am mesmerized…
He is tall and rugged, sending my thoughts to a biker type of man, and He has an aura around Him that makes me gasp softly to myself, and take a deeper sip of my wine than I intended to.
His eyes calmly take me in and every little inch of me is enjoyed. I sit absolutely still, and I can not tear my eyes from His even if I wanted to. Finally I see His head nod once in a greeting. I happily smile to Him, warm and open, but He turns around slowly. I am strangely disappointed as I turn around myself and sigh a little. Still trembling a bit just meeting those eyes, but I was obviously not what He was seeking.
I finish my glass of wine, and pondering on ordering a new one. I can not help it, and turns on my chair letting my eyes seek the room, and I get this lost feeling inside when I can not see Him anywhere.
Then suddenly He steps out of the shadows, and walks to the middle of the floor. He stops and His eyes lock with mine in a silent command. I put my empty glass down while gazing back at Him and a strange sensation fills my tummy.
He lifts His hand and motions me over, and without hesitation I slip off the barstool and moves slowly across the room. My eyes are glued to His, and by the time I am there – my sex is soaked, and I am quivering.
He is tall. He has to be at least6′4″, so He is practically towering over me. He is looking down at me with a little smile playing in the corner of His mouth and speaks for the first time,
“Hello, little gem,” He says quietly, and His voice has that southern, slow drawl to it. Dark, raspy and dripping with power. It hits me like a ton of led, and I have to lick my dry lips slowly before I can find my voice and smiles, “Hello, Sir.”
There is silence now ~ His eyes taking me in – and I feel naked under His intense gaze. –”Undress, gem.” He says with that intense voice and His eyes suddenly changes. The dominance in them is glittering – and I gasp softly feeling that as a jolt through my entire body.
I hesitate for a moment. Just long enough to see His eyebrow raise, and then my trembling fingers unlace the dress in front, and slowly I let it slip from my shoulders, down my breasts and over my hips. I look at him with a shy little smile as the dress slowly sails to the floor leaving my feet in a sea of black leather.
All I have on is a pair of exquisite silk stockings and my shoes, and keep my gaze to His. He just stands there, not a word falls from His lips, so I step gracefully out of my shoes, and with shivering hands I roll my stockings down slowly until I am standing completely naked before Him. My nipples have already budded intensely, and I take deep breaths in a rather futile attempt to calm myself down.
He looks at me for a small eternity and a soft touch from His hand on my hair. He touches my face and my shoulders. He lets His hand softly brush over my tummy and my waist. My shoulders are touched, my very core of self being is touched…even though He is avoiding my aching breasts and my throbbing sex.
I am lost in His eyes and His presence. Small trembles are still running through me, and my excitement is so clear for all to see. Some of my closer friends are smiling but they are also incredibly surprised to see me undress just like that, and without even a word spoken. They know how shy I am, but also how lonely I have been.
They know there have been Masters wanting me as theirs, but that I have declined. Not because I was difficult, but simply because the Ones asking me, did not touch me deep enough. To me submission was more than a game – to me submission was giving it all – willingly, freely and totally.
He smiled to me now, seeing the tears form in my eyes, but also seeing the pride in them as I stood there naked before the entire room. I know we are not alone, and I sense eyes on me, but my eyes are locked with Him in a quiet song. The melody only Him and me are hearing.
He speaks quietly, “Display yourself, little gem,” and since I am not sure what He means, I just turn around slowly where I stand, I am doing a full circle while my fingers dance over my full body. I am grazing hard nipples and letting my hands touch their way down over my tummy and slowly over my petals. I gasp then, feeling a soft shock as I meet wetness there, not only a kiss of moist.
My back is turned to Him when I bend over slightly, and open my as cheeks with my hands. I blush very sharply, and my tears are still running down my face. I am so embarrassed and want to hide, but the other part of me is proud, giving and without any shame inside…
I meet the eyes of a friend, and He asks without words…just using His eyes, “Are you ok?” I smile to Him as I turn around completely – facing my captivator once again.
His eyes are warm and proud – and He nods again, “Excellent, gem. Excellent!”
Then he sat down in the chair calmly and looked up at me with those intense eyes, “kneel, my little gem.” He said, and His voice left no room for hesitance, so slowly I pooled at His feet and without thinking my legs spread widely. My hands resting on my thighs with their palms up.
I kept my back straight, and with a small shiver, I pushed my shoulders back and kept my head high.
The room had only a soft buzz of voices now. Here and there someone had been playing, but they had stopped as if they felt the electricity in the room.
We were undoubtedly the center of the attention. The tall, rugged stranger with the intense eyes. And me, the petite blonde - so shamelessly displayed.
His hand moved to my throat, and it was slowly closing around it. He leaned in and His lips touched my ears, and I heard Him whisper, “You are Mine from now on!”
I was so shocked when I heard His words. He sat there so confidant. He was dressed very casually in a snow white t-shirt, tight faded jeans, boots. Sharp dressed men were there in their expensive Italian suits and the exquisite silk shirts. Some in leather or fetish kind of clothes, and some of the men were indeed drop dead handsome. Nevertheless - my eyes only saw this tall, rugged stranger and it hit me so hard, knowing I needed Him to live and to breathe.
His eyes narrowed as I still had not answered Him, not that it was anything to answer. He had stated it. I was His, and I nodded, and finally I whispered, “Yours.”
I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. For all that I knew He could be a mean man, brutal - maybe even married, but I knew I did not care. Because I was indeed –His-.
I was purring softly from the touch of His hand around my throat and I saw His hand slip to His pocket bringing out a lovely handcrafted collar. Wonderfully created in white and yellow gold entwined and braided and it had a small lock at the back. His hand reached for me, and I took it.
A gasp floated through the room as He opened His jeans and pulled out His rock hard manhood. His arousal was clear to see for everyone, and my own scent was hanging heavy in the air.
My lips opened willingly and without any shame, and He pushed His hard cock inside, all the way down my throat. The collar slipped around my neck, and as the soft click of the little lock was heard, almost like thunder in my ears, He came with a load moan and it was sending my own body into orgasmic shivers. I cried around His pulsing cock as Wwe came, and I was His.

Hi, my name is April. This is a continuation of my story on the day I learned how to truly enjoy sex. My husband, Kevin and I had never had a good sex life because I didn’t have any experience when we got married and all he thought of was himself. This led to major problems and drove me to confide in my mom. Earlier today, her and my stepdad had given me one hell of a lesson in enjoyable sex. Kevin was still out with his buddies when I got home. I was worn out from my afternoon so I ate a snack and went to bed.
Later that night Kevin came home feeling frisky. He always gets that way when he has been drinking. He climbed into bed and started his usual groping. After my very enjoyable afternoon, I wasn’t in the mood for his slam, bam, thank you ma’am style of sex so I tried to put him off. “Kevin, not tonight please” Immediately I could see the anger flare in his eyes as it always did when I didn’t want sex which had been frequently up until now. Before he could say anything, I remembered how enjoyable sucking George’s cock had been and said, “What if I give you a blow job instead.”
Kevin was dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was his April who hated sex and had flatly refused to participate in oral sex many times offering him a blowjob. While he stood there speechless, I moved over to him, unzipped his jeans, pulled them and his briefs down and started to slowly stroke his cock. Even though we had been married for almost two years, I had never really paid any attention to Kevin’s cock, it was just something to be endured. But, now as I stroked it, I noticed that it was about eight inches long and very thick. My tongue flicked out teased the tip. Kevin let out a moan and it immediately jumped straight up. I was impressed with my power to make it grow so quickly not to mention the unusual tingling I felt in my pussy as I watched his cock get hard.
My tongue flicked the tip a few more times, every time my tongue came in contact with his cock it would jump and Kevin would moan. I slowly took the whole tip in my mouth and swirled my tongue around and around like I was working on a large lollypop. Kevin’s hips were beginning to thrust now, so I wrapped a thumb and forefinger around the base of his shaft and started to stroke it at the same time working his now very hard cock in and out of my mouth. Kevin was really thrusting now and saying ” Oh yeah baby, suck that cock, oh baby that’s good, so good, suck that cock.”
Kevin’s talking really turned me on and I really started to work on his cock, whenever I would pull back, I let my teeth lightly graze the bulb of his cock and then swirl my tongue all around the tip. This drove Kevin crazy, he grabbed my head, pulling it in to meet his hard thrust, slamming that cock into my mouth all the time moaning, “Oh yea, fuck yea, suck your man’s big cock.” I felt Kevin’s cock start to throb and grow noticeably larger in my mouth, then his body stiffen. Then ” OH SHIT “FUCK ITS SO GOOD I’M CUMMINNG AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH” and with one final thrust he exploded in mouth. I swallowed the first couple of blast but then it was too much and some escaped around his cock and ran down my chin. His cum seemed a little saltier than George’s but still tasted delicious to me. As I wiped his cum off my chin and licked my fingers clean He just looked at me and said ” April, I love you, that was awesome, where did you learn to do that.” The first words were music to my ears, but the last ones concerned me, but I decided to bluff my way through.
“Kev, don’t be angry, but we had to do something, we couldn’t go on like we were so I asked my mom for some advice and she gave me a few pointers.” Kevin looked astonished and said, ” Your mom told you how to do that?” I told him ” Yes and a few other things too, Kev, sex is a two way street and if both partners consider each others needs and feelings, it can be great for both. I guess what I’m trying to say is you are going to have to start doing some things for me where I can enjoy our lovemaking as much as you just enjoyed that blow job.”
Kev smiled at me and said, “I have no idea what you are talking about but if that was any example of what I can expect, I’m willing to try anything.” My mom gave me a few other suggestions for us to try and I’ll explain them to you at the right time” I cringed a little at this lie, but didn’t think that he could handle knowing that my stepdad had fucked the shit out of me. Kev just smiled and said once again, ” That was awesome, I’ll try anything you say, Gone to take a shower.”
I lay back on the bed and reran Saturday’s events through my mind. It had been a glorious day and I was content and happier than I had been in a long time. Kevin came to bed and I guess he was worn out from his drinking and blowjob because as soon as his head hit the pillow he was asleep. Thinking about earlier in the day and the blowjob I had just given him, my pussy started to ache. Subconsciously my hand wandered down to touch my panties and I was surprised to find that they were soaked. I remembered the look on my mom’s face earlier in the day when she was fingerfucking herself and before I knew it, I was sliding my panties off.
I could not believe what I was going to do because before now, I had never even dreamed of touching myself in a sexual nature, but today had me craving sex, any kind of sex. I timidly stroked my pubic area and then slid a finger between my pussy lips; my pussy was dripping cunt juice. I started to slowly work a finger in and out of my very wet pussy while my other hand found my clit and started to lightly massage it. Before long, I was writhing with pleasure and biting my lip to keep from moaning out loud for fear of awakening Kev. I now had two fingers fucking my pussy as hard and fast as I could. My other hand was vigorously rubbing my clit. I felt the onset of an orgasm begin way down deep somewhere in the core of my body. As it built and built, I could keep quiet no longer.
“AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” I screamed as my body convulsed and shook in a powerful orgasm. As I slowly came down, I looked at Kev to see if I had awakened him but he was still in never never land. As I lay there thinking about how before today I had never had an orgasm and in one short afternoon and evening I had more than I could count, I drifted off to join him.
I slept better than I had in many a night. I awoke the next morning on my side to find Kevin spooning me with his arm laid over me, his hand holding a breast. His semi hard cock was pressed up against my naked ass and it dawned on me that I didn’t have on panties. I guess that I was so relaxed last night after masturbating myself to orgasm that I had forgotten to put them back on. I briefly wondered what was happening to me as I realized I was already getting horny again this morning. I rolled over and looked at Kevin. He was still sleeping soundly with a small smile on his face. I realized just how much I loved him and hoped that we could work out our sexual problems.
With that thought in mind, I slid under the covers and found his cock. I slid his briefs down, then kiss his balls. The fuzz on them, tickling my nose made me giggle. I then slowly licked all the way up the underside of his shaft and gave the tip a little kiss. I repeated this several times, stopping long enough at the top to swirl my tongue around a the tip a few times. Kev moaned in his sleep and his cock started to stand straight up. I couldn’t resist any long and took the whole thing in my mouth and slowly started to work it in and out, my hands massaging his balls. All of a sudden the covers flew back and Kev was smiling down at me. “I don’t know what has come over you, but I like it.” He exclaimed. I smiled back at him and said. “Remember, like I said last night it’s a two way street.”
He just looked at me and I asked ” Kev, have you ever eaten pussy?” He looked at me as if not knowing how to answer and finally said ” Yeah, a few times, but the girl didn’t seem to enjoy it.”
“Kev, please don’t be mad, but maybe you didn’t do it right. Let’s try it like my mom told me.” Another little white lie, I thought. Kev really surprised me when he answered “Sure, April, I’ve been thinking about what you said last night. You have needs too and I guess that I’ve been a jerk about my needs, but I do love you and am willing to try and change so I’ll try anything you want if it helps you enjoy it too.” Then he laughed and added “Especially if I get a blow job like last night out of it every now and then.”
“Deal” I said as I hugged him. The hug let to a long passionate kiss.
After the kiss, we lay there a moment just cuddling and I explained to him that I needed loving, not just sex. That my body took awhile to get warmed up, but that the time spent warming up could be pleasurable for both of us and make the end result even better. He kissed me again and said,” I’m yours oh great one, command as you will.”
“Kiss me Kev, ” I said ” Every where, kiss my eyes, my lips, my cheeks, my neck, stomach, breasts, legs, thighs, and even my pussy, but save it for last, kind of like dessert.” He smiled and started to kiss my face and neck but was moving way too fast. “Slow, Kev, slow is better.” He just nodded and then started to make sweet love to me. He slowly butterfly kissed my eyes, cheeks, neck forehead and then brushed my lips with his. As our lips met, I grabbed his head and held it to me as I plunged my tongue deep into his mouth. He grunted his surprise and begins to return my kiss in the passionate manner I had long dreamed of. We eventually broke our kiss and he started butterfly kissing his way down my neck and chest until he reached my breasts. “Make love to them Kev, adore them.” I whispered He never acknowledged hearing but begin to gently knead them as his tongue teased first one nipple, then the other. Before long my body was writhing on the bed and I was crying out to him ” Yes, yes. Oh Kev, sooo good, suck my titties, ooooohh yyeeeeeessss.” Kev looked up at me and said, “You know, this may sound weird but I’m getting hot turning you on.”
“Not at all” I replied, “Giving you that blow job did the same thing for me. By the way, you’re doing a fine job, feel my pussy.” I could feel the cunt juice seeping out of my pussy. I was that hot. “APRIL!” he exclaimed as his hand touched my pussy, “You’re pussy is literally hot to the touch and pouring pussy juice.”
” Kiss it Kev, fuck it with your tongue. Just like I did on you’re blow job last night. Start slow and let it build to faster and faster.” Without a word, he obediently move down between my legs. He tentatively ran his tongue between my pussy lips. When he did, I squealed and jumped with pleasure. He looked up at me apprehensively, but I assured him. “Its ok, it just feels very, very good” He smiled and went back to his task. He stuck his tongue in and out of my pussy a few times and I heard, “Umm, delicious.” Then he slowly ran his tongue up until it touched my clit.
I jumped again as the pleasure surged through me, but this time he just kept working. He would tongue fuck my pussy a few times, and then pay my clit some attention. By this time, my hands were on his head, driving him deeper and deeper into my thrusting pussy. My whole body was bucking wantonly as the pleasure built and built. Like listening to a stranger, I heard myself saying. ” Yea Kev, eat that pussy, fuck me with your tongue, harder, harder, yea, yea, faster, faster, OHHHHH Kev, you’re sooo good. FUCK! I’M CUMMMMMING, AAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!” My body stiffened and bucked so hard that I lifted Kevin and myself both totally off the bed. I lay there quivering in the aftermath of a very, very powerful orgasm. “Wow, I almost came just watching and listening to you.” Kev exclaimed, “I believe I’m going to like the new us”
“Me too.” I replied, “Now fuck me!” Kevin needed no urging as he moved between my spread legs, but I have to give him credit on being a fast learner because he slowly inserted his now rock hard cock into my still throbbing pussy and slowly begin to work it in out. My pussy was on fire and I wanted to be fucked hard and fast. “Faster, Kev, fuck me faster.” I pleaded. Kevin just looked at me with a wicked grin and answered, “A lady once told me, slow Kevin, slow is better.” About the time, I was gong to give him a smart come back. he rammed his cock all the way home as hard as he could. The feeling was sooo good and intense it took my breath.
Then he started to really tease me. He would ram that hot cock into my sopping wet pussy as hard and fast as he could a few times, then just stop and slide it in and out very, very slowly. This drove me crazy. The fire in me was unbelievable. It just built and built every time he speeded up. About the time I thought I would cum, he would stop. I didn’t think it could anymore intense, but it did every time he stopped and started. By this time, my body was thrashing all over the bed, I was on fire from head to toe whimpering ” Kev, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck me baby, fuck me hard and fast, don’t stop.”
Kevin needed no more urging. He begin to pound his rock hard cock into my hot wet pussy as hard and fast as he could. ” Yea baby, that’s it fuck me hard, harder, harder,” I cooed as the pleasure built and built. Kevin was really getting into it now as he pistoned his throbbing cock into me driving me back into the mattress with great force on every stroke. The pleasure was almost unbearable and it kept building and building. I was screaming now “Yes baby, yes, ram that big cock into me, harder, faster, harder, fuck me you big stud.” As if spurred by my lewd comments He said ” You like that cock Huh? well then, take this!!.” And with that he increased his tempo even more and rammed his cock in and out of me as if trying to split me apart.
Every time he rammed his cock home, I screamed with pleasure. “YESSSS, YESSSS that’s it baby SOOOO GOOD, YESSS, YESSSS. OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH KEVIN, I’MMMMMM CUMMMMINNNG, AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!” As my pussy orgasmed around his cock, it pushed him over the edge. He cried out. ” ME TOOOO! AAYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE” As his cock exploded in my pussy, his jism came out with such force that I could actually feel his seed hitting my pussy walls. That combined with the throbbing of his cock made me cum again and again. Every time his cock throbbed, my body would convulse with pleasure. We lay there just holding each other as we slowly came down. Finally he raised up and looked at me with awe. ” I didn’t know we had it in us, that was fantastic! that was the best fuck I ever had, You are great!.”
“No, lover boy, you are the greatest, That was wonderful. Thanks for trying it my way. I love you.” I replied. He looked at me again with love in his eyes like I had not seen since we first got married and said. ” I love you too and we will always do it your way from now on and if you get anymore ideas, I’m all ears.” He cuddled me up to him and drifted back off to sleep. I lay there a moment, happy, satiated, and very content thinking how good my life had become in one short day and whispered. “Thank you mom and George.” Then joined Kevin in blissful sleep.

I was sitting in the rental car the insurance company supplied me with. It was a piece of junk, but at least it ran. My Van was history after the accident the week before, and I just hadn’t had time to get to the dealership to replace it.
I had already figured out that I had to let it warm up for a few minutes, or it would just conk out in a few blocks.
So I was just letting it run, when a car pulled up my driveway and stopped right behind me. “Now what the hell?” I thought, as a guy got out and walked up to my driver’s side door.
He tapped on the window, so I rolled it down to see what he wanted. It hit me that he was mad about something, just as he reached in the window with his right hand and grabbed my shirt!
I don’t take too kindly to that sort of thing, so I reached across with my own right hand and grabbed two fingers, rolling them forward. He was left with just two options, either turn his back to me and bend his arm, or lose the two fingers. Years of working as a Massage Therapist has helped to give me a pretty good grip, there was no way in hell he was going to get loose!
Then I reached down with my left hand and tripped the door latch, bumping it open into the back of his legs.
He jerked and yelled and called me a few names for awhile, demanding I let him go. I just waited, giving the door a little bump every once in awhile to keep him off balance.
Finally he gave up, so I asked him if he was wanting to have a bit better day and calm down. He agreed, and I let him go.
He stepped away, rubbing his hand and arm, and I saw him size me up. I am about 220#, and just over 6′, he was closer to 5′8″ and maybe 160 pounds dipped in mollasses, so I wasn’t too concerned.
Finally, I asked him what I could do for him…”You fucked my wife!!”, he blurted out..
“OOPS!”, I thought. I looked at him, still not knowing who he was. “Who are you?”, I asked him.
“Eric, Amiko’s husband”, he replied, giving me a look of almost pure hate.
Well, I had to admit I was guilty as charged, I hadn’t set out to do that, it just happened. The truth is, over the last year or so I fucked several guy’s wives, and I enjoyed every single minute of each one. But the last thing I wanted was an irate husband in my yard planning on doing me some bodily harm.
I apologized to him, explaining it was just one of those things. An “accident” if you will. That had to sound lame as hell, I knew but when one is standing there confronted by an angry husband who has just caught you, it is a little bit tough to come up with a good response.
“How would you like it if I was fucking YOUR wife!” he yelled at me.
“Well,” I answered, “If she was having fun, I would probably like to watch”, I replied, giving him a grin. He looked at me like I was crazy, but I saw the confusion in his eyes.
I reached in and shut off the rental car, looked at him and said, “Come on inside, have some coffee, and let’s get things squared away.”
His shoulders seemed to relax, he was having trouble dealing with my matter-of-fact attitude. I know from my training and experience that violent reactions to a situation like this is almost always the result of upbringing and they way one is “expected” to react. Deep down inside each of us are other real feelings that we repress. So often a calm discussion, that is to the point can bring out the real feelings.
I introduced Eric to Lee, she smiled and said hi! “From the park”, I said. Understanding came into her eyes. Eric looked at her, and said, “Yes, he saved my daughter’s life but he has also been screwing Amiko!”
I realized he was thinking that he was telling Lee something she didn’t know, figuring he would cause me some trouble.
“Yes, I know, Ted told me,”, Lee said with a laugh. Eric looked at her almost in shock. “Doesn’t that upset you?” he asked her.
“No, of course not”, she said with a smile.
I poured some coffee, and we sat at the kitchen table. Lee was just in her bathrobe, the same one Amiko had been in a few days before. I was also aware that Lee was naked as a jaybird underneath. Eric and I were talking, the conversation got around to that day at the park. I could see him calming down and beginning to accept the situation. He had also noticed that Lee was sitting there in just that fuzzy robe, and it was gapping a bit in the front. I spotted his eyes dart to the gap now and then, and then he would quickly look away. I looked at Lee and gave her a wink, she did a little stretch and rached for her coffee cup. The front of her robe slipped a little more, and Eric’s eyes darted to the opening again. Then she got up, swinging her leg towards him, he got a flash of her bare pussy for just an instant.
I asked Eric if he wanted to know how Amiko and I got to that point. He looked at me and said yes, so I told him of her coming over to thank us. I explained how my arms were sore, and Amiko had offered to help me, grateful for my getting the daughter out of the river.
Lee came back and sat down again, letting her robe pop open in the process. I knew that from where Eric sat, he had a clear view of her left nipple as she leaned forward to prop her elbow on the table. I explained that during the session, I had gotten an erection, and Amiko had relieved that. “You DO know that she does that sometimes in her practice, don’t you?” I asked him.
“Yes”, he answered. “I was one of her clients, that’s how we met”. I had suspected as much, good guess on my part. I didn’t tell him that she has almost sucked my balls out through the end of my dick, I thought that might be a little much at this point.
By now, Lee had managed to worry the opening in her robe to the point that both of her breasts were almost completely exposed, Eric was having trouble looking but pretending not to look.
Then I told him how she was all wet from the rain when she came by to give Lee a massage, and I had given her a robe so she could dry her clothes and not catch a chill. I went into some detail about us both being “professional” massage therapists, so nudity was no big deal to us, in fact, it was normal. I left out the part about her sitting straddling my legs, rubbing my shoulders while I fingerfucked her to an orgasm..I just told him that we were both just rubbing out the kinks in each other’s shoulders and got excited. I explained to him that she had tried to stop, mentioning her husband and how much she loved him. (Oh all right, so I fibbed some…*LOL*)
And then it just happened, no plans, just the heat of the moment, I explained to him. He seemed to be accepting that more and more as I talked. About that time, Lee propped her right leg up on the chair. This slid the robe completely off her leg, Eric was sitting there with a clear view of her butt and leg. I noted the tent in his pants, looked at Lee and grinned.
It wasn’t long before he couldn’t stand it, he got up to go replenish his coffee. I just sat and watched, he had to cross the room to the counter, and when he turned around, there was a clear full front on view of Lee sitting there, one leg propped up, the other down, pussy as open and on full display as it could be!
Eric made the turn, looked at Lee and came to a complete stop. His face was flushed, he wasn’t mad any more, that much was obvious.
“Do you feel up to giving this gentleman some revenge?” I asked her.
Her body shuddered. “Yes, I think I would like that!” She looked pointedly at Eric, who was still standing there almost in shock.
“Well, off to work!” I said, getting up. I went out to the cars, hopped in Eric’s and moved it, and started up mine and drove it around behind the garage, out of sight.
Of course Lee knew what I was going to do. I called the College on my cell phone, claiming car trouble, then I walked up the back to the loft that looks out over the living room. By the time I got in place, Lee had Eric’s rock hard erection in her mouth. I took a look, wondering what Amiko was complaining about, this guy had as much meat as I had between his legs.
His hands came around the front and started working on Lee’s small breasts as she licked and sucked on him. Then she slid up on the couch, and they nuzzled each other for what seemed like forever. Lee was on top with almost his entire penis in her mouth. Eric lay there, both hands palm up feeling her breasts. His face was between her legs, and he was moving his face back and forth letting his tongue flick across her bare pussy. Lee was obviously enjoying the hell out of the sensations!
Finally, Eric swapped ends, Lee lay back and spread her legs. I watched as he touched her opening, then he reached down and opened her, slipping in a few inches. He stopped and waited as she adjusted, then fed her some more, until finally he had 8 solid inches inside. Then he started a firm rythmm, pressing against her as she lifted her hips to meet him. One thing was obvious, he had stamina! This went on for at least 10 minutes, then his back arched and he came in a torrent! Lee had had no less than a half dozen small climaxes, now she came in a huge groan right behind him!
They lay like that for several minutes, and he withdrew. I realized with a start that he was still hard as a rock! My own penis was tenting my pants pretty good at the sight, let me tell you!
Eric reached over and turned Lee away from him, then got up behind her and slid into her again! He pounded away for what had to be another 5 minutes, and damned if he didn’t come again!
I looked closely, not sure if he was in her pussy or her behind, finally deciding her was in her pussy. Lee was sweating like a racehorse, her nipples get elongated when she is hot, and they were hanging down a full inch!
Finally, he withdrew, sitting back on the couch.
I heard Lee say, “How is this for revenge?” He just laughed. She was stroking him, and he began to harden for the 3rd time. “I want it all!”, he said, looking at her.
He turned her over again, I saw his hand reach down and pull some of her wetness up and across her rectum. There was no doubt as to his intent, he placed his erection against her and pressed, I saw her take a deep breath and relax her stomach muscles. He pressed some more, and then slid in. She let out another groan as he shoved himself in her rear. I almost couldn’t believe this, this guy was up and running for the 3rd time in 30 minutes, and here he had my wife taking it up the butt, something we almost never did ourselves!
Finally they were done, Eric got up and went to the bathroom.
I took the opportunity to get out of there, and headed off for work. My day went uneventful, and I got out an hour or so early. I was thinking of the morning as I made the 35 mile drive.
I came in the house, set down my things, just as Lee came out of the bedroom. I gave her a grin, and asked her how it went. She laughed. “That guy is an animal!” She told me. “Yeah, I saw that,” I replied.
Lee looked at me and asked me how long I stayed. I told her through all three times.
She smiled and said, “You should have stuck around, we did it five times!”….”Five?” I said. “You mean right after I left?”
“No, we talked for over an hour, and then he wanted to do it again, so we did. Then I made some lunch, and he screwed me again after that!”, she told me. “He left just an hour ago.”
“Good grief”, I thought.
“I suppose you are so sore that I don’t get any”, I told her.
“Eric told me to tell you that if you fuck Amiko again, he will be back!”
I looked at Lee, and she just roared with laughter. “Amiko will be here in about an hour!”

It was late August, and Wanda Catron was ready to return to school for her second attempt at her senior year, Her first attempt, the previous year, had been aborted by death and personal disaster.
But Wanda had changed over the summer. She had met someone online, and had accepted her Collar. She was now the online slave of Donna Mettert, who was known as Alluringsweetlady to most, and Mistress Sweet to Wanda.
They had met the previous April, and been Collared a month now. Donna was encouraging Wanda to go to school and finish her education, and Wanda wanted to finish now. She had a goal in mind, both short-term and long-term. However, tomorrow’s goals were secrets, at least to Donna.
Donna was the mall manager at the Northwest Arkansas Mall in Fayetteville, Ark. She was a tough but fair manager, especially since she had been mute since the age of four. But the mall was one of the best-run in America, earning honors year after year.
Wanda told Donna online one night that she was ready to return to school, but needed a week to take care of some personal business. Donna said she understood and hoped that Wanda would keep in touch with her during the week she would be gone. Wanda smiled inwardly, and publicly promised that she would indeed keep in touch.
The next morning, Wanda went to the Salt Lake City airport. Her flight took her to Atlanta, and from there on another connecting flight to Bentonville, Arkansas, landing at 3:30, nearly nine hours after she had taken off. A trip to the Hertz rental counter got her into a Mustang, and after a search on the map, Wanda was heading south towards Fayetteville.
An hour later, Wanda was sitting in the Northwest Arkansas Mall, staring at the entrance to the mall offices. Suddenly, all her muscles were jelly. She stared at the door, working hard to will her body to move.
A person walking by caught Wanda’s eye. Short, about 5-3, with stringy blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. A flower patten dress draped over her body, which would normally seem too small to Wanda. Now, however, the dress was perfect, as was the woman wearing it. Wanda had seen her Mistress, Donna Mettert, for the first time.
Donna walked into the office doors, and caused Wanda’s muscles to start responding again. She stood up and walked through the office doors. She saw a door close at the end of the hall and assumed it was Donna’s. But her way was blocked by a large counter and an equally large secretary.
“May I help you?” the enormous woman said.
“Yes,” Wanda replied. “I’d like to speak with Donna Mettert.”
“I don’t think you can, Miss. She’s a busy woman.”
“She’ll see me. Tell her Wanda’s here.”
“Wait here.” The woman nearly filled the entire hallway as she waddled to the door that had closed. She entered (how, Wanda didn’t know), then came out a minute later. Again she slowly waddled back to her desk.
The fat woman turned right, and SHE was there, her beloved Donna, walking behind Blubbo the secretary. Her eyes looked at Wanda a second, then they lit up like a Christmas tree. A big smile flashed on her face, and she almost leapt over the counter and into Wanda’s arms. Wanda caught the exuberant Donna and the women kissed as Blubbo tried not to look.
Donna led Wanda past Blubbo and into her office. There Donna took out a note pad and scribbled quickly. When she handed it to Wanda, the note said “What are you doing here?”
“I came to be with you, Mistress,” Wanda said. “I need you so much, and I love you. However, I’ll leave if you ask me to.”
Donna scribbled quickly. When the pad returned, it said “Stay. Let me make arrangements.”
Donna picked up what looked like a phone, only much larger, and placed it in something that looked like a computer keyboard. She typed, and then she heard a voice on speaker box. Curious, Wanda came around the corner of the desk. Quickly Wanda scribbled “TTY phone”, then typed more.
The voice came back. “Yes, Donna, I can watch your baby for a few days. What’s going on?”
Donna typed and Wanda watched over her shoulder. “Something’s come up, and I’m going out of town for a few days. You sure you’re all right? Anything I can get for you?” Donna scribbled for Wanda’s benefit, “My mom.”
“No honey,” her mother said. “Just be safe. Your baby will be all right. you take care of the little one you’re carrying, too.”
“I will, Ma,” Donna typed back. She hung up the phone, then paged for Blubbo. When she waddled in, their hands flew as they spoke in American Sign Language. Wanda had started studying ASL when she learned about Donna’s disability, but she quickly got lost trying to follow Blubbo and Donna’s conversation.
When Blubbo squeezed out of Donna’s office, Donna straightened some files, putting things on her desk in order, and signaled Wanda to follow her. They left the office and headed to the private parking area for mall employees. Wanda saw they were going to Donna’s car and tapped her Mistress on the shoulder. When Donna turned, she said “I have a car here.”
Donna had brought her pen and paper. She wrote fast, then showed Wanda. It said “Leave it. You won’t need it for what we’ll be doing tonight.”
Wanda got into Donna’s car. It was an older model Chevy, with a baby seat in the back seat. Donna drove out of the enclosure, and drove out of town for a bit. She headed northeast and ended up at Rogers, Ark. There, she drove until she saw a cheap motel and started pulling in.
“No, Mistress,” Wanda said. “Not here. Choose the best hotel in town. I can afford to splurge on you.”
Donna looked at Wanda, but drove on. She found a very elegant hotel and pulled in. Wanda used her platinum credit card to pay for the room, and included a nice meal to be delivered by room service.
Together the women rode the elevator to their