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In The House At The
End Of The Street
Peter_Pan
© 2005
All Rights Reserved
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Incest
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To be honest, I have never thought of myself as the quintessential "Scarlet woman."
God forbid! Brought up, the eldest of four children within a typically strict Catholic family, I had little inclination, let alone opportunity, to stray from the fold as it were.
Maybe it had something to do with my having married so young--at just eighteen, to a boy I met in my first year at the University of Toronto. Conrad had swept me off my feet--changed my entire perspective on life in fact. At the point he proposed to me that night at the theater, echoing those ultimately simple five words that every girl at some stage longs to hear, "Julia, would you marry me?" I had no need to answer with words. It was simply a case of sooner rather than later!
Trent came along within a year and difficult as it was, I managed to balance motherhood and my studies with remarkable success.
It doesn't even seem that long ago! I am just thirty-seven now while Trent celebrated his eighteenth year a few months back. He is a strapping boy, intelligent and wise beyond his years, with very much his father's good looks and presence. It frightens me.
I can't be sure when exactly I started having the fantasies but once instigated, they were on-site for the duration. Nothing in our marital lives has been anything but blissful contentment and shared romantic indulgence. I love Conrad as much as ever I did and I have no reason to think his attentions and gentle courtesies are anything but evidence of a loving and happy husband.
Looming however--the clouds of dysfunctional sexual desire have been building up in the east now for some months!
If I had to nominate some particular event that catalyzed this fully unaccountable emotional upheaval, then inarguably it was that weekend not so long ago.
Conrad had been down at the club with Jeremy, his best friend since childhood and I had taken the opportunity to have a relaxing hot bath, it being mid-winter still.
Not expecting Trent back for some hours from the movies, to which he had taken his girlfriend, I suppose I had been something less than vigilant in my privacy by forgetting to lock the bathroom door.
As girls do occasionally (and lets not assume boys to be completely innocent in this regard either) I had allowed my hand license to travel to certain intimate areas that appreciate the dexterous nature of rhythmic caresses, shall we say? As far as I can recall, I had no set images in my mind right at that moment, simply allowing the pervading warmth of the bath and the physical contact to work their joint magic. It was certainly "working;" I seem to recall the odd sound of pleasured rapture issuing from my lips.
I don't know what made me turn around, maybe subconsciously I just ' knew!
Trent was standing there. As shocked as I, he was just staring, as much in disbelief I imagine as dishonorable guilt.
"Good heavens, Trent," I muttered, sliding surreptitiously lower into the bubbles so that my breasts were covered, "Have you never heard of knocking?"
"I'm so sorry, mom," he answered. "I just heard strange noises in here," (at this point he began blushing dramatically) "and, er...well, I guess I just came in."
"Were you here..." I paused for a moment, "long?"
"Oh, no," he quite obviously lied, "I just walked in, mom!"
Fully a Mexican stand-off, Trent retreated to the hallway then, closing the door behind him. Sitting up once more, I just lay there breathing heavily and wondering why it was I felt so flushed and aroused. I noticed right at that moment how erect my nipples had become. Instinctively I rubbed the swollen teat between my thumb and forefinger...
Trent and I shared a remarkably quiet dinner that night, exchanging little more than polite conversation and forced pleasantries. I seem to recall a minimum of direct eye contact.
In the coming days I found my mind replaying this close-encounter and each time I could not deny a pleasured reaction. Just the thought of so young a boy seeing his mother masturbate--as so surely he had--was turning me on unbearably. Perhaps because I am very slight--barely five three and with a less than matronly figure, while Trent seems far older than his years both in build and maturity--that it felt just that much more "forbidden." Try as I might, I found myself wanting some further ' involvement' with him despite the knowledge that this could never be. If nothing else, it was as much a betrayal of Conrad as a corrupting influence in our family lives.
Gradually, the incident appeared to taper in relevance and my relationship with Trent took on its former stable and progressive habits. That isn't to say though that my fantasies tapered in any way. Far from it.
Even as Conrad would make love to me some nights, it was Trent I was wanting to hold me like that and to whisper the tender words of endearment I was hearing.
I even thought of going to the Parish Priest, but who could confess such thoughts and images?
Nothing would ever have happened--but for the circumstances of last weekend!
Conrad was once again at his Club, leaving Trent and I alone in the house. This had caused no emotional hardship or discomfort as things between us were apparently back on an even keel, the events of several months ago now but a distant memory one might presume.
Having finished three day's ironing, I was carrying the basket up to the linen closet--just a few yards along the hallway past Trent's room, when I heard sounds from within, the bedroom door only having been pushed-to.
Not surprisingly, I guessed immediately the likely cause. I just smiled to myself and walked on to the cupboard.
I can't tell you what happened between there and the three yards back to Trent's bedroom door...but something did! Even as I put the basket down quietly, I suppose I knew I was taking "one small step for a woman. One giant step for womanhood."
Guessing that Trent would be seated on the bed with his back to the door. I pushed the thing open so slowly and peered around the edge.
He must have been three-quarters there.
I couldn't see his erection from that angle, but I could definitely see what he was doing to it. I had no need to slip a hand into my own panties, much as I felt like it--I knew how wet they would be.
If he was uttering any intelligible words I couldn't discern them, it just sounded like an infinite range of pleasured grunts and sighs to me. To say I was fascinated would be an understatement. It was only then that I realized I had never even seen Conrad masturbating...or him--me, come to that.
As he jerked about suddenly and I saw, to my considerable pleasure I must admit, a stream of his cum shoot upwards. I let down my guard fully unintentionally and made some audible noise. Trent spun around.
"Oh God, mom," he cried in an agony of embarrassment, trying to cover himself. "I'm soo sorry!"
My heart melted for him and I ran to the bed.
"Oh, Trent," I said, "you have nothing to apologize for. I should never have walked in." I looked him full in the eyes before adding, "Trust me, I know the feeling."
That brought a smile to his young face.
"Yeah...I guess you do, mom," he replied, his hands still covering that which unaccountably I wished he wasn't!
Realizing then of course that he had condemned himself out of his own mouth, he continued, "S' pose you knew I saw everything that day too, didn't you, mom?" I nodded.
"Did you hate me for it?"
That brought tears to my eyes.
"Hate you, Trent? Gosh...how could you think that?" I sat down beside him. "No, my beautiful boy, I never loved you more. Would you like me to tell you the absolute truth?"
He nodded, subconsciously perhaps taking a hold of my hands at the same time, seemingly unaware of his limp penis now lying dormant and shrunken at the entrance to his gaping undies. It wasn't the time for me to be looking at that particular aspect of life.
"Well, Trent," I continued, "If I was to be honest with you and I'm hoping against hope you never tell your dad this..." Now he was interested. I had to hesitate before continuing.
"This is very hard for me to say...well, I kinda liked the fact you saw me, Trent. I know that's an awful thing to admit and I probably shouldn't be saying it to you, but it's the truth." For a moment I dropped my eyes, fearful I suppose, of the effect my words might have on him.
I felt his hand beneath my chin. Raising my face, the last thing I expected was for him to kiss me--and on the lips at that. An electric shock ran through me and I felt like a helpless little girl--the one that I suspect has never really grown-up in all these years. I just looked at him.
"You want to know about the truth, mom?" he was saying.
"Even before that afternoon, I always had "thoughts" about you. Not thoughts a boy usually has about his mother either." I couldn't have stood-up right then if someone had paid me a million dollars! Now, he was looking away.
"I used to think about kissing you at first...but its gotten worse. After I saw you in the bath, mom, I had to go to my room and beat-off...sorry for saying that..." It didn't matter, I think I was beyond further shock at that stage.
"And since then I have been thinking about you all the time. Do you know what I was imagining when you saw me just now?" It wasn't so much that I was casually interested at that stage--I had to hear it! I nodded.
"I was thinking about making love to you...it's all I think about, even when I'm out with Heather."
I wasn't prepared for his emotional collapse and as the tears shook his young body, I just held him to me. My own were beginning to assemble in the corner of both eyes.
"It's OK, it's OK," I whispered as I cradled him, "I have had some terrible thoughts myself, Trent...things I can't even tell you...things I can barely even admit to myself.
"He raised his tear-stained face towards mine, "You don't have to, mom," and then he kissed me again.
This wasn't a child's kiss, not a mother-son kiss, and definitely not the peck of a stranger. This was a lover's kiss. Conrad's image flashed before my eyes, then my father's, but as both quickly faded, my handsome boy's face came back into focus. He was smiling despite the tears.
"I love you, mom," was all he said. It was all he had to say!
Whether he lay me back on the bed or I did it myself I don't remember. I recall his undoing my top buttons, exposing my rather flimsy little bra beneath which he gently thrust his hand. I only have small breasts but the feeling as his hand slid across my nipples was one of extreme pleasure. I knew some formative moans were issuing from between my lips. His very inexperience and unfamiliarity with the territory were simply adding to my arousal, hopefully also--his own. My lips sought his and my arm pulled him closer.
"Should I take my dress off for you?" I offered. He looked at me in stunned disbelief but nodded in dumb acceptance of what ultimately must be.
Standing in front of a young man, my own son no less, unzipping that dress must rank as the most erotic moment of my life to date. His eyes the size of saucers, my body took delight in revealing its femininity to him. He pulled me back down on the bed, dressed now only in my bra and panties. I teased him unmercifully by pulling one thin strap down my arm. Taking his cue, he balanced things up nicely by tugging the other down too. For a moment I think my heartbeat must have been audible as he gently took a hold of both straps and made to pull them lower. Maybe it was his we could hear?
As my breasts were exposed I gasped. Trent simply laid a hand on them and so very gently began to fondle me. I could not repress the urge to squirm slightly nor could I wrench my eyes from what he was now doing to my nipples. If this isn't the most arousing moment of my life, I was thinking. I needed him to suckle me.
Maneuvering Trent's face to within inches and by arching my back slightly, nature's own blueprint for survival took over. As I felt his mouth latch back onto that which his own regressed memory was now recalling with no impediment, I let out a sigh of extreme pleasure.
"That's it, Trent, suck them like you used to," I whispered, immediately feeling totally embarrassed at falling back on the use of such immature dialog. I don't think he was even listening.
Raising his lips from my nipples, he looked at me for a moment. "You are so pretty, mom...so pretty!" Right then, I felt it!
It was all I could do not to slip a hand inside my own panties. The two reasons I managed not to being that (a) that might be construed as overly improper and (b) I was hoping desperately that he would do it himself. I knew how wet I was there--I just wanted Trent to find out in his own good time.
Loving and gentle as he was, quite obviously he was afraid to take the initiative and that I found so endearing. It wasn't helping my incestuous needs though. Past wondering why I was thinking (and now acting-out) these forbidden desires, all my body was demanding was satisfaction.
I wriggled my hips as if to remind him there were other areas he might find interesting if he would but look. Returning his lips to my own, rather than my nipples was a subtle reminder. If I was going to be forced to take a hold of his lower extremities in order to widen his considered options I think I would have done it.
As it happened, his hand commenced its own exploratory across my abdomen and hips. I let him know by a series of sighs and light moans that this was definitely a move in the right direction. When he reached finally the waistband of my panties, I felt his reticence to proceed.
"It's Ok, Trent," I whispered in his ear. "You can take them off."
He didn't need any further urging.
"Oh God, mom," he managed to get out as he just knelt there beside me, staring at my pussy, not that he could have seen too much, my legs were still together.
"I can't believe how beautiful you are...just as hot as the girls at University."
"Really?" I teased. "And just how many of them have you seen like this, Trent?"
Fully blushing now, he corrected himself. "You know what I mean, mom...of course I haven't been with any girls like that."
For some reason I found that incredibly arousing--the fact that I was basically the first "girl" he had ever seen naked. Why I wasn't thinking about Conrad at this stage I have no idea, but I wasn't.
"You're not being very fair, Trent," I told him. He looked puzzled.
"Why?" he asked.
"Well you've taken all my clothes off, and you're still dressed!"
"You want me to undress?" he said semi-shocked.
"Only if you want to," I replied, parting my legs fractionally. I saw his expression change momentarily. He must have noticed.
Feeling more wanton by the minute, I was not about to discourage Trent's gently invasive exploration of my vaginal ingress. On a voyage of discovery himself, he was making me feel anything but a mother as his fingers separated my labia and softly felt their way inside. Quite beyond my control, several little gasps escaped my lips as he became more daring in his exploration. Nor did I fail to recognize the significance of it all, my beautiful boy stimulating now the very areas where-in he had been himself conceived. I sat up suddenly and hugged him to me. Tears ran down my face and Trent withdrew his fingers and stared at me.
"Was I hurting you, mom?" he asked, unsure of his own emotions right that moment.
"Of course not, baby," I reassured him, "Nothing like that, I was just thinking about things, that's all."
"Is it dad," he inquired--somewhat perceptively I thought.
"No, Trent," I answered truthfully--just girl stuff...honestly!" I lay back and drew him on top of me. I wanted him badly...needed him if the truth be known. To judge by whatever was pressing hard up against my tummy, I wasn't alone in the "needing" department.
Shucking off his jeans, shirt and underwear I found it hard to believe that this was a boy in his late teens. His work-rate at the gym had obviously been paying dividends.
A born kisser, we both swiftly reached a level of arousal that was never going to be denied whatever the laws of the land. He had what I needed; I had what he craved.
With a minimum of guidance, he slipped into me and as I drew my knees up in absolute pleasure at what was so deep inside me, I let myself be taken.
Whether he was making love to his mom or a girl, he was just going to know for a short time I can never know, but you can't fake sincerity or respect. He gave me both and I loved him for it. In his passion and inexperience he fondled my breasts until they were red raw...almost vandalized. He spread me to my theoretical limit and nearing his orgasmic Waterloo, thrust into me with the gentility of a considerate lover yet the work-rate of a first-time novice.
I think I cried out as I reached my own plateau, almost passing out with sensory overload. Trent was driving a mile-long goods train with no brakes and it felt like he came forever.
After some five minutes of exhausted silence, with him lying still atop me while I just kissed him, playing with a few locks of his dark brown hair that had fallen across his forehead, he raised his head and smiled the most beautiful loving smile.
They call it incest.
I call it the purest love of all.
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Fantasy Overload
Old Barabus
All Rights Reserved
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MF, wife, bond
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Part 1
My dream came true. I finally found an exam table like the doctors used and had my wife spread her legs on it for her yearly exam, and she was all mine.
Last month while waiting my turn for my annual physical, I noticed they were doing some remodeling. I asked the doctor when she came in about how the remodeling was going and she said good, except for some items they could not put in the Dumpster. She had called a local salvage yard and they told her she would have to pay for them to send someone over to pick the stuff up and she would have to wait a couple of weeks.
When I asked her what she was going to have hauled away, she showed me a room with odds and ends and 3 exam tables. I asked her why she was disposing of the stuff as it all looked good, she said it was just showing too much wear and tear and she wanted to keep everything looking good. Then I asked her if she would have a problem with me hauling it in for her the next day as I was going to the salvage yard with some aluminum cans anyway.
She thanked me and said she would give me what the salvage yard said they would charge her. I asked why not just take it off my bill for the exam today, which she was more than happy to do.
I have wanted one of those exam tables ever since my wife Samantha told me she had to put her legs in stirrup's at the bottom corners of it so the doctor could take a pap smear. The stirrup's, one on each side on the bottom corners held her legs just below the knees up in the air and spread generously but not painfully situating her bottom right at the edge allowing the doctor to sit right between her legs and have full access to her vagina.
The next morning before heading over to pick the stuff up I asked my neighbor Ted, if he had some spare time to help me load some things on the truck. He said he just had to cut his grass before his wife got home and all he had running was his old push mower. His riding mower was in the shop in need of repairs from his wife running over the decorative bricks surrounding their new flower bed.
I told him he could use my riding mower and get it done in no time after we were done. I stopped at the shop and grabbed a moving dolly, because the tables were really heavy when left assembled and I had no idea how they came apart. I made sure we left the one in the best condition for last, saving all the attachments from the other tables so I had plenty of extras.
We put the exam table in a storage bay I had rented for extra furniture and motorbikes I wanted to restore until I could figure out what I wanted to do with it. After all, I had listened well when my wife spoke of what would have been nice when she had to climb on one. Cold metal, not much padding, the pad pillow was to high up the table when she assumed the position. The only problem was Ted was very curious, and was beginning to get some ideas of his own.
That night I tossed and turned for hours, the fantasy was back, the one that had taken months to get out of my head. Where I would walk into the exam room where my wife was waiting for her exam. Spread wide and exposed, dreading the cold metal spoons. At least that is what she called them. The doctor inserts this spoon shaped tool and squeezes the handles and it would hold her open while he checked the coloring and took a specimen. Only what I had in mind was warm and soothing.
My hands would be free to play with her breasts and tickle her sides. I was able to play with her clitoris, tickle her inner thighs, while making love to her, and take my time as her legs were resting comfortably in the stirrups.
The next Saturday I left for the rent-a-bay before the sun was up to start making repairs to the table. I was just about ready to break for lunch when Ted walked in asking if I could use some help. I was stunned he was there, because we never seemed to be interested in the same things. All I could say then was that I was going to lunch and if he wanted to talk about it, he could come along. While we were eating Ted asked me what my plans were for the table, and no matter how hard I tried to feed him a line, he would not buy it.
I finally told him I wanted it for something personnel, and it was not open for discussion. Then Ted hit me with an offer I was not ready for, he would pay 75% of the renovation cost as long as he could have a say about some of the modifications and have use of the exam table on occasion, maybe twice a month. I told Ted to give me a little time to think about it. He paid for lunch and said he would be waiting for my answer.
Over the next week I completed refinishing it and was now ready for the finishing touches. I had been checking on the materials I wanted and the total cost. This was going to take longer than I thought, as Samantha watched our finances very close. I was only sleeping a couple of hours a night because all I could think about was my fantasy's surrounding this table. Walking around half the day with my pants tented was getting on my nerves and a little embarrassing to.
The next Saturday I stopped by Ted's and told him to put his money where his mouth was, and he had to let me know 5 days in advance when he wanted to use the table so any plans I made would not get ruined. Ted agreed and off we went to the rent-a-bay. He said he had been in touch with a furrier and had already made a deal to have him make some pads, pillows, and mittens made from mink.
He said with all the animal rights nuts, fur was cheap and he could get the best for next to nothing. The furrier could take coats apart and sew them into anything we wanted. I had considered rabbit fur mittens to stimulate the wife with during foreplay but never got around to having them made. I told him I wanted to see how fur went over with my wife first and asked how much and if I could get a pair of the mittens to try out that weekend. Ted must have anticipated my asking because he walked over to his car and handed me a pair.
Later that night I used the mittens to rub Samantha's backside and inner thighs asking her what she thought about them. Her answer was to take one of them off and rest my bare hand between her legs. I had no doubt about what she thought as she had soaked the bed underneath her.
When I climbed between her legs, it seemed I was being lead by my ragging hard on. All I could think about was getting her on the table and sticking it into her. It was raw sex, I needed sexual release, and this fantasy was eating me live. With all the groping, rubbing, and cock teasing I had been doing to Samantha she was moving right along with me.
After obtaining our mutual release, she asked me what I had been thinking about. Samantha said that she could tell I was thinking about sex as I was running around half the time with a woody. I told her it was something special and she needed to wait to find out. Just before drifting off she asked me where I had gotten the mittens and how much money I had spent.
While I lay there thinking up an answer, she fell asleep. I preferred not to lie to her so I was safe for the time being, maybe. Samantha was beginning to seriously wonder what it was that had me thinking about sex all the time, because every time I was near her I was copping a feel. Walking up behind her while she was working at the kitchen counter and hugging her while rubbing myself against her backside. Grabbing her by the hips as she was bent over picking things up around the house. I was even setting her nightie next to the tub for her instead of her housecoat.
When I caught up with Ted the next day and told him that the fur was a go, he just smiled and nodded his head OK. We took all the measurements needed for the furrier and Ted left to call them in. We had decided to use it on the stirrups as well with some added straps that could be used to gently hold the legs in place; straps for the top of the table to hold the hands above the head and others to hold the hands to the sides as well.
I thought this a little bold but I had agreed to let him have his say, so they were added. We also decided to change the locks on the drawers, 3 for him and 3 for me so we could store our own stuff separately. I liked my privacy and he said he could take it or leave it. With everything coming together, we decided to rent another bay next to mine and move the table over to it.
We soundproofed the walls and ceiling and put padded carpet down as concrete can be cold anytime of year. Ted added a couch, love seat, coffee table, TV and VCR. Last but not least a small refrigerator for beer and wine. I had told Ted I wanted some antique reading lamps that could be set behind a chair.
It took a while but we finally found some at a flea market outside of town. Cleaned up and refinished they would work great. We replaced the bulb socket with a three-way socket so it could be set low when needed. I added a tape deck and speakers to the head of the table so I could play some tapes I had made about our fantasies. With Ted and I spending all our free time working to complete this, our wives were getting upset with us for not spending more time with them.
We later found out that Ted's wife Liz was talking to Samantha about what we might be up to. Liz had found some receipts for several fur coats and was upset until she called the furrier and found out that they were converted over into other things. When Liz told Samantha about the fur, she started thinking about the other night when I had used the mittens on her.
Liz told Samantha how she had a thing for fur while making love with her husband Ted. Which had them both wondering what was going on. Samantha started looking around our house for clues in the form of receipts. Samantha also checked my shop and finally the rent-a-bay we used. We lucked out having moved the table next door, so they were at a dead end at least for now. After a week of waiting, Ted got the call the furrier was done making all the changes.
All we had to do now was go over and try them on the table and make sure everything fit okay. He had treated the fur with something so not much would stick to or stain it, and recommended that we bring it in after each use for cleaning. Something neither of us had considered was how to keep the pillow in place as it would need to be all the way up at the top sometimes and half way down the table at other times. The furrier had installed small strips with Velcro at each end of the pillow so we could lock the pillow anywhere we had the strips on the sides of the table.
Ted had four sets of everything made up, two for each of us. After installing my set on the table and finding all the fits to be perfect, Ted put his stuff away in his drawers. He said he would like to stop in that weekend to put some other things he was going to need in his remaining drawers, so he would have whatever he needed when he and Liz were there.
I told him that would be fine because I was planning something sooner.
He laughed and said I had it bad, the strain was showing too much during the last week. I would have 2 days to get the things together that I felt I would need for my drawers and I would have to get busy. I had just enough money left over from selling some extra motorbike parts I no longer needed and my old set of golf clubs to get what I wanted. Now all I needed was some extra time to get out and get them.
That night while lying in bed with my wife, she asked me the same question as before. What was I thinking about that had me horny all the time. I figured oh well might as well spill it since it would be happening soon. I asked her if she remembered my fantasy about making love to her on an exam table.
Samantha said that she did, but hadn't thought about it lately. I slipped the mittens on and started rubbing her back while she lay teasingly on top of me. Slowly sliding my penis between her legs but not letting me get inside her. She was really getting aroused and I was having a hard time holding on with the bump and grind she was doing on me.
I thought what was good for the gander was good for the goose. I asked her how she would feel, if she had her legs in the stirrups and I was between her legs, rubbing her belly and breasts light as a feather with the mittens, while slowing sliding my penis along her opening just like she was doing now. I told her I wanted to eat her while I rubbed her inner thighs with the mittens.
She just kept speeding up and finally slipped me right inside her, within moments both of us cumin together longer and harder than we had in a long time. She must have cum several times by then because I was soaked and so were the sheets. I was thinking towels, several towels would be needed at the table and added them to the list of purchases for tomorrow.
I stopped in at a new adult store that bragged about having the newest toys on the market. To say the least, I was surprised at was available now. With all the new developments in technology, the toys had changed a lot since I went shopping last. Cyber skin, ultra skin, soft touch, with or without floating balls in the sack. I felt like a little kid in a toy store. It took me well over an hour to decide what I wanted with all these new choices to pick from.
I wanted diversity so that we could follow more than one fantasy as we had a few. I ended up buying 2 of each of the Cyber skin, Ultra skin, and soft touch in 6" and 8" lengths. An Accommodator, which was a phallus that you place on your chin and is held in place with straps that went around your head and neck, a fleece lined blindfold and plenty of ID personnel lube and toy cleaner. I stopped off at a department store and picked up 6 ultra-soft cotton hand towels on the way over to the rent-a-bay.
After cleaning all the toys and putting them in their drawers, I was all set for that night. Now I just had to find out if Samantha had made any previous plans for tonight and tomorrow. Ted would be there Saturday and or Sunday.
Samantha was waiting at the door when I arrived back at the house and dinner was sitting on the table . Something was up here that I didn't know about. Had Ted said something to Liz and she to Samantha or was it just a coincidence.
I figured to sit back and see what would develop during dinner. She gave me a hug and a kiss before I went to get cleaned up for dinner telling me to hurry so dinner didn't get cold. I didn't know how well Liz and Samantha knew each other.
Samantha never said much about Liz except to say they had been talking about what we were up to and she knew about the fur and Ted's involvement with it.
During dinner she seemed to be anxious, like she knew something was going to happen tonight. I feign innocence all through dinner, all the while seeing her getting nervous and somewhat excited. After dinner I carried the dirty dishes into the kitchen for her to rinse off before loading the dishwasher.
She was standing there at the sink when I brought the last of the dishes in from the dinning room. I set the stuff down on the counter and walked up and gave her a hug while rubbing my hard on against her backside.
I whispered in Samantha's ear that she was looking really hot tonight and she needed to be hosed down bad, her answer was to reach back and hold my hips while pushing herself back at me and moaning. I asked her if she was in the mood for something different, and away from the house tonight. Something we had talked about but had never followed through with. Samantha said she wanted to know more as we had talked about allot of things and some, she had no intention of following through with. I told her it was just us, eliminating the ones I knew she would be nervous about. She said that would be fine as long as it was just us. Her breathing had really quickened and I could smell, and feel, her sex becoming heated and wet during this verbal exchange. This was going to be a night to remember.
I told her she would have to be blindfolded as we got in the car to leave the house and she started to get nervous again. I explained it was just to keep the location a secret and she could take it off when we got inside. Samantha thought about it for a minute and reluctantly agreed.
After I put the blindfold on her I drove a roundabout way there so she would not be sure just what rent-a-bay we arrived at. Not that she would be able to recognize it after all the modifications Ted and I had made, but only to be on the safe side.
As I pulled in front of the bay, I told Samantha we had arrived and asked her to open her door and get out as I wanted to slide across to her side and make sure she did not peek. She gave me one of those looks that husbands get when they say something really stupid. But she got out anyway and waited for me to join her. I gave her a hug and asked her to bear with me for just a few minutes because I felt it would be worth it.
Unlocking and opening the door, I helped her inside, turning on the lights as I locked and closed the door. As I removed her blindfold, I suddenly noticed somebody had put 5 large red potted tree roses around the room. All heavy, with large fragrant blossoms, though unexpected, a nice romantic touch.
I should have thought what else had been added but was too interested in what Samantha's reaction would be. Samantha just kept looking at everything and looking at me. I took her hand, giving her a light kiss and asked her what she thought. Still holding my hand, she led me over to the exam table. I looked in her eyes to get some idea at her response to seeing the table. They were large and glassy, her hand was trembling lightly, and she was breathing a little hard to. All good signs, so I kissed her lightly and asked her if she would mind disrobing and climbing on the table for her exam.
She just smiled and looked back in my eyes as she took my hands and put them on her waist, saying she might need some help with the disrobing as her hands were shaky. I told her that was not an unreasonable request as I slid my hands up under her blouse and unhooking her bra, lifted it up off her full breasts.
We continued to kiss passionately as I unsnapped her jeans, sliding my hands along her hips pushing both her panties and jeans just down off her hips, giving me access to her luscious backside, which I kneaded lightly. She pulled back and gave me a look saying this is not disrobing. I told her all in good time, as I wanted to savor everything that we did.
Samantha said that while going slow was fine sometimes, now was not one of them. She wanted to see what kind of exam I had in mind. So I started kissing her lips and neck, and pulled her hips against mine and slowly moved her over to the foot of the table as I took her top and bra off throwing them on the chair. Her pants being just down off her hips allowed me to get away with doing it slowly. When she bumped the table, she slid her backside up on the table letting out a sigh.
I asked her what she thought of the cover and all she could do was grind her backside against the fur letting out small sighs. I stepped back and removed her shoes setting them next to her top and bra on the floor. As I stood up again, I asked her how she felt as I slid my hands down her hips taking her panties and pants off and setting them with the rest of her clothes.
I knew from the odors lifting from between her legs , but I wanted her to say it. She asked me to kiss and hold her as she was more excited than she could remember and her insides were trembling as well as her hands. Samantha pulled me in close, kissing me hard while she wrapped her legs around my waist pulling me in between her open thighs.
My penis was hard as a rock and could feel the heat through my pants. I asked her to lie back on the table so I could adjust the pillow for her head. The table placed her at just the right height for my groin area, she could also reach me without having to bend uncomfortably while I was along side her. After I unlocked the drawers and starting pulling out the stirrups, I looked at Samantha, eyes were like saucers.
Keeping my eyes on her as I set the stirrups in place, she lifted her legs up and placed then in the stirrups, sliding her backside down and slightly over the bottom of the table. I asked her if she was comfortable with the way they were set.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and let it out saying she needed me between her legs and I was taking to long getting there. I slipped my mittens on, sat down on my exam stool and slid right between her legs where I had dreamed of being for the last 4 weeks. As I leaned forward lightly running my hands from her knees up to her breasts and back again, I inhaled the aroma lifting from her sex.
Samantha's juices were running out of her so fast that I could see drops falling from her backside to the floor. As my lips made contact between her thighs, I moved my hands up and down the back of her thighs slowly and lightly. I started teasing her, licking a trail from one side of her inner thigh around to the other moving up just enough to miss licking her clitoris. She stared lifting her hips as I would include clitoris and I lifted my head to keep it oh so close.
After the 6th trip around, she said she would wrap her legs around my head putting it where she wanted it if I find it real soon. I grabbed the 6" Cyber skin penis out of the drawer, lubed it and slid it inside her. I placed my chin at the base of the thing and pushed it in until my tongue made contact with her clit, my chin holding the cyber skin inside her. By opening my jaw, it would let her push the phallus out part way and when I licked upwards, my chin would push it back inside her.
The Accommodator would work better but she wanted it now. We had found that Samantha could last longer with a helper (phallus) inside her as I ate her out. Tonight it might help, but not by much I think, as she is hotter than I have ever seen her in the 18 years we have been married. Samantha tells me that everywhere I touch seems to be connected to her pussy, amplifying what she feels there.
I could tell her clitoris was getting too sensitive fast as she started squeezing my head between her thighs where I had to stretch my tongue out to reach her clitoris. So I started slowing down, pushing my tongue flat against her as I moved, at the same time taking my shirt off.
When she said it was too much a slid up closer to her, removing the 6" cyber and replacing it with the warmer 8" cyber skin from the drawer. I slid my shoulders down between her thighs, at the same time putting my hands around her ample breasts and pulling her down the table enough to lightly push the cyber skin back inside her.
As I pulled back away from her it would slid out against my chest with the pressure she was bearing down with and I would pull her back to me as I moved back against her jamming it back in. She said it felt like the real thing when we did it this way because of the skin to skin contact, and I liked it because I could pinch and roll her nipples while doing it, which really added to her pleasure.
I knew she would soon want me inside her so I used one hand to unbuckle my pants lifting my butt up enough to slide my pants down. I wanted to use a prophylactic, in case I wanted to eat her out more later and could not get myself to go down on her after filling her with my seed. Samantha said it was time as the phallus felt cold now and she wanted heat. So I pulled it out and slid mine home.
She could always tell when I had a rubber on and asked me why. I said if she wanted me to go down on her anymore tonight, I was wearing one. If not, I would take it off. She looked at me and smiled as she said leave it. As I entered her with one swift hard thrust, I started slowly pulling everything but the head out and pounding it back home, picking up the pace going faster each time. She started moaning and arching her back after 2 minutes.
She was almost there and I was right behind her, maybe. I had to concentrate hard or I was a goner and would reach it before she did. Almost there, I started shortening my stroke and if possible quicker, like a rabbit. Just as I was about to cum, Samantha's stomach and legs started quivering. She whispered that she was seeing spots and her eyes were closed, scared me to the point of almost losing my woody.
I asked her if she wanted me to stop, and she told me no, Seconds later I could feel her vaginal muscles tighten around my penis and I heard what sounded like a plunger in water, that suction sound each time I pulled part way out and rammed back in. Her moans started getting longer as she said she almost couldn't take it any more. Her words were like growls when she talked now. She said she was coming so fast that she felt like she had been cumming for the last 5 minutes, and that was it for me.
It was so intense that it felt like I was shooting my load from my toes to the top of my head. It seemed like we both blacked out for about 2 to 3 minutes. When I came to my senses, my head was resting on her breast. This was really scary for us both.
Samantha seemed to come awake as I pulled out of her and stood up. I asked her if she was OK and if she hurt anywhere when I fell on her. Samantha said she seemed to feel OK, just tingly all over. When my breathing and heartbeat returned to normal I asked her if she would like to come back the next night and do things a little differently.
I think she nodded off there because she asked me what I had said. I told her that I thought I had, had enough for one night and wanted to know if we could continue the next day. Samantha said that was fine with her. She said she felt drained and it felt like she had pulled some muscles. Which, looking back would be no surprise with the way she was twisting herself around there at the end.
I helped her clean herself up and get dressed, telling her to go ahead and lay down on the couch while I cleaned everything else up. I changed all the covers and cleaned the toys up, putting them away. I bagged all the used covers up to go to the cleaners and put them in the trunk of the car to be dropped off on the way home.
I checked to make sure everything was picked up and went to wake Samantha up, putting her blindfold on and telling her it was time to leave. After driving several blocks away I took the blindfold off Samantha and asked her what she thought about the table. She asked for more time because her head was still fuzzy and she wanted to sort out her feelings.
When we arrived home, she decided to soak in the tub for a while and then go to bed. I told her I was going to shower downstairs and would be up to check on her when I got done. I had never felt anything as intense and wanted some time to think too. I had some questions for Samantha about the toys and how they felt, was the table warm enough. Did she want something added, changed. Too many questions and not enough answers.
When I made it to our upstairs bathroom, she was nodding off again. I helped her out of the tub, dried her off, and helped her into bed. Sometime in the early morning hours, she woke me up by going down on me. It felt like we were back at the rent-a-bay and I was dreaming, but she had not gone down on me and I was fully awake then looking to see what was going on. Samantha said she wanted to do something special for me after what I had done for her. She did not really like to give oral sex so it really meant something to me.
When I started to reach for her, she told me to hold off till later that night when we went back for round 2. Samantha told me that last night, when she felt me cum inside her, it made her orgasm that much stronger some how. She said she felt like she was melting somehow. That most times when she had an orgasm it felt centered in her groin and stomach area. But that as they kept building and getting closer together, it felt like one long drawn out orgasm, she felt it all over her body.
I said that I had some questions for her about everything and wanted to talk to her after breakfast, she said OK and cuddled up to me as I dosed off.
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Fantasy Overload
Old Barabus
All Rights Reserved
Part 2
Waking up the next morning with uncertainty.
Samantha was not in bed when I awoke the next morning.
The sheets on her side were cool to the touch when I checked to see how long she had been up.
She must have heard me moving around because she hollered up that breakfast would be on the table in ten minutes. I was curious about her feelings on what we had done last night, and figured to get a shower before going down to breakfast.
While showering, I replayed everything Samantha and I did at the rent-a-bay last night, sorting out how she reacted. We wanted variety in our lovemaking and this would open several avenues for us to work out some of the fantasies we had. I was also curious when Ted had added the roses I saw last night.
Samantha called up telling me breakfast was on the table just as I finished getting dressed and answered that I would be right down. I stopped and leaned against the kitchen doorway watching her move around the kitchen as she finished setting the food on the table.
Samantha was everything I ever wanted and needed in my life. She didn't seem to be stiff like she sometimes would be after a long night of making love. Samantha smiled and asked me what I was thinking as she sat down to eat. Smiling back, I said I was thinking about what she might want to do today. Samantha laughed and said I had better eat good so I would have enough energy, which had us both snickering. I asked her if she felt like taking a ride through the countryside, as we often did when we wanted to talk about our feelings after doing something new in bed. Samantha looked up as she thought about it, saying no, she wanted to go look at the room I had taken her to last night so she could get a better look at it. So we finished eating and cleaned everything up. Samantha said that Ted had called last night while we were out and had left a message on the answering machine.
When I asked her what he wanted, she blushed and said for me to go play it while she got ready to go. It must have shown on my face that I was upset, because she said it was OK, just go and play the message. I was beginning to wonder if this arrangement with Ted was going to haunt me already. Playing back the message, Ted said that he and Liz had added some rose bushes and stocked the fridge with wine coolers and beer. His last words were that they hoped our initiation of the table was everything I had hoped for. Samantha and I were very personal about our sex life and did not discuss it with anybody.
Now Samantha knew that Ted and his wife Liz were involved somehow. Now I was in a place I didn't like, guessing again what I had gotten myself into by letting Ted help. I was going to have to tread lightly until she told me what she thought about all this. As we were going out the door, Samantha asked me if I still wanted to blindfold her to hide where it was.
I thought about it and figured Liz already knew and there was little point in keeping it from her now, so I told her not unless she wanted to be blindfolded. Samantha said that it added to her excitement last night but she was good to go the way she was.
As we pulled into the parking spot in front of the rent-a-bay, she looked puzzled until I walked past her to the next bay and unlocked the door. She shook her head and said I was sneaky. I smiled and opened the door and asked her if she was coming in. I turned all the lights on and watched her walk around inside while I closed and locked the door. It was going to be touch and go now that she was looking closely at everything. I asked Samantha if she wanted something from the fridge as I walked over to see what Ted and Liz had stocked it with.
Samantha looked up and said no while running her hands over the fur-covered top and pillow. She asked what was in the drawers. I don't know what I thought would happen when Samantha found out about all the details, but now I was going to find out. I figured I might as well tell her now and see what happened. I led her over to the couch and set her down next to me, telling her everything and how it had all come about. At times, she seemed to be upset and others flushed and excited. She got up and walked over to the table, asking me to show her the toys.
I felt like I was walking in quicksand, because I couldn't tell for sure where or what this was going to lead. I unlocked our drawers and opened them for her to look through. I kept feeling like the carpet was going to be pulled out from under me at any time. We had used toys at home, but those were always put up where others would not find them.
Ted and his wife would know something was in the drawers, because they were locked. Samantha turned and walked out to the car and I thought my goose had just been stuffed and thrown in the oven. I hurried over to the door looking out to see what she was going to do, but she was walking back in already with the blindfold in her hand. Samantha told me to put the blindfold in one of the drawers where it belonged and sat back down on the couch.
The butterflies in my stomach had calmed down a little as I did as she asked and went over and sat down by her. In for a penny, in for a pound, so I asked her what she thought since she had seen and heard all the details. Samantha asked me just to hold her while she considered everything, so I held her close while she rested her head on my shoulder.
We sat there for about a half an hour, me wondering if I had overdone it, and thinking the worst because Samantha was not saying anything. As I was starting to believe the worse was about to happen, her breathing started to quicken and she cuddled up closer. I asked her if she was thinking of anything in particular, and if would she mind sharing it with me. Samantha smiled and stretched out on the couch, putting her head in my lap and looked into my eyes saying it was allot to absorb in such a short time.
Wanting her to feel safe, I nodded and waited for her to continue. I slid my hand under her blouse so I could hold her breast and feel her heart beating too. I needed to get an idea as to how she was taking all this. Samantha sighed and asked me what I thought of how she acted last night.
Instead of beating around the bush as she often accused me of doing when she asked, I came right out and told her that she had made my fantasy come true and made me feel very happy. That how she acted in response to what I did, had made it into the most intense memory I thought possible. The only thing lacking was her feelings about me for doing it to her. Did she feel ok about it and did she want to do it again. If so, what might she want to do differently? I was a bundle of nerves waiting for her to answer. Samantha told me she had been a big turn on for her. The fur felt better than our satin sheets and the fur on the stirrups was a nice touch too. No cold metal and she liked the idea of not having to hold her legs open and up at the same time.
She also said that when she wanted me deeper all she had to do was slide down a little more so her legs were lifted further up, opening her up more.
Samantha asked me what was different about the toys, as they felt better to her than what we had at home. She said that at first when I had switched them around, she thought it was me instead of another toy because it was so warm and soft. Samantha said she wanted to do some other things with the table but wanted to know if Ted or Liz knew when we were here, and did I discuss our sex life with Ted now. I told her that the agreement was he could use it 2-3 times a month and he would let me know 4-5 days ahead of time, and I never talk about what we did to anybody. It was between me and her only, and if she wanted others to know that was up to her as I felt it was too personnel.
We had several fantasies we had discussed and I knew from the way she was breathing and the little beads of perspiration on her eyelids, she was thinking of something. So I came right out and asked her. Samantha hesitated for a couple of seconds and asked me about the one we had almost fulfilled. Years earlier, we had almost worked ourselves up to admitting another person into our bedroom. We had considered having another man or woman help me make love to her.
She did not feel comfortable with another women helping her, as she was jealous. Samantha had even gone as far as to call some of the men who had placed some ads in a swingers magazine we had purchased to see what was available. When it finally came right down to doing it, I was the one who said no. We still talked about it from time to time while we were in bed but nothing ever came of it. It still had the same affect as before getting us both very horny and made for a long night of lovemaking.
I told Samantha that she would have to refresh my memory about what it was she wanted done to her. Samantha said that I knew exactly what she wanted so why tell me again. And she said I was the one to beat around the bush? I slipped out from beneath her head and stood up pulling her up with me. As I held her close, I nibbled on her earlobe, reaching up behind her undoing her bra. Her breathing was slowly picking up again as I lifted her blouse and bra over her head, dropping them next to her on the floor by her feet.
I was going to have to coach it out of her I guess. I teased her nipples as I ran my hands up her stomach and then back down her sides. Samantha turned around and leaned back into me. Samantha knew I enjoyed this position because I could nibble her ears while rubbing her nipples between my fingers and hold her close to me at the same time.
Samantha kicked off her shoes and pushed her jeans and underwear down off her hips, stepping on the cuff one leg at a time, lifting the leg up and out of her jeans. With one hand on her breast and the other now between her legs, I asked her again what she wanted done to her. As she started repeating the fantasy, I started nibbling on her ear lobe again. She stopped and said she wanted to feel my skin against hers before she said anymore.
It didn't take me long to get undressed as she moved over and lay on the table. I pulled the blindfold out of the drawer and told her to put it on so she could fantasize while telling me what she wanted. The one condition we had both decided on, if and when we did decide to add another to our love making, was that the one getting the attention was not to know who the third party would be. With the blindfold in place, I kissed her while playing with her breast and between her legs. I told her she had us both naked and she could touch me while telling her story.
When she started talking again, I put her hand on my penis while setting the stirrup up on corner I could reach and listening to what she was saying. When I was done, I moved slowly up the table toward her head. As she let go of me, I asked her if she wanted to give a BJ to one while the other ate her out, and set my penis on her shoulder while still rubbing her nipples. She turned her head and gave it a lick saying she thought that might be an option. I let her lick it a couple of times before pulling out of reach and moving around to the other side setting the other stirrup in place. Samantha said she only felt one hot penis now and asked when the second would make an appearance. I told her soon, but she needed to inform me as to what she expected to have done to her, or it would stop until she started talking about it again.
I helped her get her legs into the stirrups and slid her down where her knees were half way to her chest. I told her that my hearing must be going, as I could not hear her, and she started talking again. I took out the six-inch cyber skin phallus and lubed it up, slipping it into her as I moved up along side her, placing my penis on her other shoulder this time. I asked her if she was really going to give me a BJ while her pussy was being taken by another penis. Samantha turned her head and slurped my penis into her mouth as I worked the cyber skin and twirled one of her nipples between my thumb and finger.
It didn't take long before she had me coming with all the tongue action and head bobbing. As I got too sensitive I pulled my penis out of her mouth and moved down to the bottom of the table between her upraised legs. I pulled the cyber skin cock out of her and put the Accommodator on and slid between her thighs. This was going to be new for me, as I had always used my chin to hold the phallus in place and push it back in when her inner muscles would push it out. Now it was strapped to my chin and it moved with each movement I made with my tongue.
I told her she had been doing fine but I needed to hear the rest now. She said she wanted something else between her legs first so I slid it in and told her it was her turn now as I lapped up her juices. When I spoke, it must have vibrated with my voice because she gasped and tried to close her legs. Samantha told me it felt so good as I worked my chin around in small circles and side to side, at the same time swirling my tongue between her pussy lips, nudging her clit as I went by. She had to be getting close to a major orgasm, her knees were twitching and her juices were running down off the toy to my chest big time. I started telling her how sexy she was as I ate her sweet, juicy pussy.
I was grinding my chin against her as she let out a loud moan and told me she wanted me inside her now. I decided to just stand up and put my penis where she wanted it and leave the Accommodator on till later. As she felt me get close to her, she thrust her hips up at me where I almost entered her backside. She moaned and said next time I could have her ass, right now her pussy needed filled. She reached up and grabbed my arms pulling me down close to her as I entered her.
I had forgotten to take off the Accommodator, and now as she pulled me down toward her, it was headed right for her open mouth. When Samantha realized what was entering her mouth, she started bobbing her head and sucking her juices off it. I was getting close to coming just watching her suck on it. I grabbed the back of her hips and started lifting her ass up to meet my thrusts. I couldn't hold out much longer and told her she had to suck that thing harder as I was just about ready to fill her pussy with my seed.
She was going wild sucking on that thing while helping me slam her hips up to meet mine. My balls were aching and I was gasping for breath as I told her I was coming. I could feel her coming at the same time as her nectar squirted out on me and ran down the inside of my thighs. It seemed like I was shooting a gallon of cum inside her as my climax just kept rolling over me. She pulled her legs out of the stirrups and locked them behind my back holding me as deep as she could. She was milking me by squeezing my penis inside her pussy and quick little flicks of her hips. I couldn't take it anymore and had to put all my weight on her hips to try to hold her still.
Samantha later told me that she came with every squirt of cum I shot into her and she could not stop her hips from twitching until I pressed my hips down to pin her down. She quivered a little but refused to unlock her legs and let me up until it subsided. I lifted my head and pulled the Accommodator out of her mouth, un-strapping it from around my head and letting it drop to the floor. I asked her how she was feeling and she just smiled back and shook her head.
Samantha asked me what I had to clean up with and I handed her a warm towel from the drawer. She asked for something wet but there was no water here. When I told her that's all I had, she asked why not get some of those new baby wipes that were alcohol free. If they were safe for a new baby's skin, they should work fine. That sounded good so we agreed to stop off and get a small pack when we left for lunch.
Samantha helped me clean things up stripping all the covers off and bagging them up. I told her we only had two sets; the other set was at the cleaners and should be ready when we dropped this set off. I told her Ted and Liz were going to be here tomorrow so we didn't have to make the table up as they had their own stuff. Samantha said she wanted to go home for lunch when we arrived at the cleaners, Samantha told me to go ahead in while she went into the drug store across the street for items she wanted.
At the house, Samantha told me to go ahead and shower while she fixed lunch and got the supplies she felt we needed to take over to the bay. Then she could shower while I put everything in the car and we could eat together. No matter how I brought it up, she refused to talk about what had happened until we were headed back over to the bay.
So once again I was going to have to wait for her to say something in her own time, making me nervous but at the same time it let her feel in control and not feeling pressured. When we did finally head back over to the bay, Samantha told me that what we had done was a big turn on for her and it had felt so real.
She told me that when I had that thing on my chin it had vibrated every time I had said something, just as I thought it had. She told me that the chin toy had felt really good, but at the same time, she could tell it was fake. The other new toys felt real until they cooled off and then she could tell they were fake. When I asked her how long it took before she could tell, she said maybe 7 to 10 minutes, but it was hard to tell because she was busy and not looking at her watch, I laughed.
I was probably going to get clubbed, but I was going to find out the next time we used one, by asking her while it was in use. I wanted to see if I could whittle down the tell tale signs of what was real and what wasn't. That way I would have other options if and when the time came, maybe adding a little more intrigue to the experience. Samantha emptied the drawers of toys and put them into a cloth bag she had picked up while I was in the dry cleaners.
She said she wanted to clean them for use at home. I asked her about the wipes and she said she wanted to try them at home first, just in case she needed to wash it off if it burned her. Well, everything was cleaned up and we headed home for some old-fashioned lovemaking. Later that night I asked her what she thought about what we had done and if she had any second thoughts about it.
Samantha told me I was the one who should answer that question because it was I who had gotten cold feet before. This was getting me in over my head and into something that I was not sure if I was ready for. I told her that when we were using the fantasy during our love making, I wanted it to be real, but when it was all over, I was shaky about it.
I didn't know how I would react to another man telling my wife how hot her pussy was or how good she was sucking his dick. I knew how good I could make her feel when we made love but was not sure about having competition standing next to me during that time. Samantha said she was not looking for someone else to replace me; she just wanted to experience double of everything at one time. Using our fantasy tonight had felt so real, but she wanted more, she wanted it all. I was getting a woody as she told me what she wanted to feel.
What she wanted was, to experience a real penis in her pussy and one to suck on at the same time. She wanted one mouth licking and sucking on her pussy and another, sucking on her breast while two sets of hands roamed all over her body. She wanted to try taking one penis in her pussy and another in her backside. I asked her if her feelings about oral sex had changed. Samantha just smiled and said that under certain conditions they sure could. She said it was the feeling of being in control, and that she was desired by more than just me.
I told her we would see what the future brought our way.
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Fantasy Overload
Old Barabus
All Rights Reserved
Part 3
It has been two weeks of great sex since our last visit to the storage unit. I decided to give Samantha time to digest what had happened and to sort her feelings out, or so I kept telling myself. I was thinking about what Samantha had said and where this might be heading. Now as I looked back on it, it was probably me more than her holding back.
I decided nothing ventured nothing gained; it was time to move ahead and see what the future held for us. I started slowly pressing her during foreplay when she was the most excited and likely to talk about what she might feel like doing on the fur-covered table. It was taking more time than I thought getting an idea of what she wanted and was ready for. I could get her so close to telling me and then she would have an orgasm so intense she would almost pass out. Whatever she was thinking and not sharing with me, was what I had to find out. After the 4th time of using this method Samantha looked me in the eye, smiled and said nice try but your going to have to do better than that, she was onto me. Samantha snickered and went to get a shower, Argh, now what dangit. It dawned on me then, this was her game and she had been patiently waiting for me to make the next move. Samantha had told me many times I could be dense when it came to reading her.
I put a hurt look on my face and followed her into the shower acting like I had no idea what she had meant. I worked up a good amount of suds in the body-wash sponge and lathered her up so I could glide my hands along her body. I started kissing her neck and nibbling her ears, as I explained that both of us had used the same method many times during our love making to intensify both our passion and orgasms. While I softly ran my foamy hands over and around her breasts, down along her sides and over her hips, Samantha sighed and leaned back against me, soaking up the attention I was giving her. As I reached her hips I leaned back, drawing a good amount of suds along her ass cheeks at the same time lathering my cock. I then spooned her rubbing my cock in between her ass cheeks, while running one hand up and around her stomach, the other to her breast rolling her nipple between my fingers. Samantha pushed her ass back harder, squeezing her ass cheeks around my cock causing me to loose my train of thought. With my resolve gone, I was loosing it and fast. The approach that had been working well up to this point was now quickly heading for the rocks. I wanted, no, I needed to know what she wanted from me as far as the fur table went. I told Samantha I was going to shoot my load soon if she didn't let up and this just set her off. She squirmed and squeezed her ass cheeks against me and I moved both hands to her breasts alternating between tweaking and rolling her nipples between my thumb and finger. As I shot my load Samantha moaned and came hard, her quivering body turning rubbery and with all the thick soap foam I almost didn't catch her. I lowered us down to where we were kneeling, letting the water rinse us off as our breathing and heartbeats returned to normal. I knelt there holding Samantha close basking in the feelings this woman I loved so much gave to me.
When our senses returned we rinsed off what soap was left between our bodies and climbed out of the shower. While I slowly dried her off, I reminded her that we had shared our thoughts during the day to excite the other and let the other know that the flame we had still burned bright. That it had almost always been a mutually fulfilling experience and now it appeared to be somewhat one sided. Samantha agreed that, that was true. Then Samantha surprised me by saying things had taken a turn ever since we had gone to the storage unit the second time. That she had found something very erotic to her and that she was using it for her own fulfillment, and that until she was convinced I could cope with it, she was not going to tell me. With a WTF-just-happened look on my face, I helped her into her lounger. Samantha asked me what I wanted for lunch as she left the bathroom and all I could say was it didn't matter, and I would be right down as soon as I got dressed. I thought about it while getting dressed and heading downstairs. I decided I wanted more but what was the more she wanted, and could I live with it.
When I came into the kitchen, Samantha looked up at me from where she was preparing our lunch, as if she was considering telling me something. Whatever it was she must have changed her mind because she asked me to make some iced-tea, and went about finishing lunch. When she was done, she asked me to help carry everything outside onto the veranda where she had set the picnic table for our meal. I watched her while she watched me, as we ate our lunch in relative silence, only sharing polite small talk about the weather and our jobs. I had hoped that with what I had told her she might reconsider saying something about it. I was still in shock by what she had said as she left the bathroom and was going to ask her about it just as the phone rang.
Samantha got up and went to answer the phone while I sat there and pondered my next move. I know what I had said hit a nerve, but she had also made it clear that the ball was in my court now. Also making it clear that where we went from here had to be on my say so. But all I could think of was what if what she wanted was not what I wanted or could deal with.
Samantha came out with the phone asking if I minded if Liz and Ted came over tonight for dinner. Ted said he would bring the steaks and salad if we would take care of the wine coolers. I told her it was fine by me if it was ok with her. She told Liz 5:30 would be fine. I asked Samantha if she wanted to go with me to fill the grill propane tank and get the wine coolers. She said no Liz was coming over early to look over some idea's she had about changing our rec room around. I asked if two six-packs of coolers was fine and she said it was cheaper by the case. Ever since Ted and I had finished the setup in the storage unit Liz and Samantha were spending a lot more time visiting each other than they used to. When I asked Samantha about it she would brush it off as nothing special, changing the subject so I had stopped asking.
It had to be one of those days, when I reached for my wallet to pay for the propane refill I found out I had forgotten it at the house. So I rushed back to the house for my wallet. When I got there Samantha wasn't out back so went upstairs to get my wallet and went looking for her so she would know I would be late coming back. I could here her talking so I figured she was on the phone until I heard Liz. When I got closer to the rec room, I could hear what they were talking about. Talk about a shock, Samantha had always been shy and closed mouthed about sex and her past but for some reason that's exactly what she was now doing with Liz.
They were talking about a threesome, two women working on one guy. Samantha was telling Liz about a time that she had tried it before she married me. I stopped dead and listened closely. Samantha said that she had asked her older sister, who was still pretty wild when I first met her, to help her with a fantasy she had about driving her old boy friend nuts. What it consisted of was blindfolding and handcuffing him to the headboard. Then one at a time teasing him relentlessly by sucking his cock to the point of almost coming and then running an ice cube up his inner thigh to his balls, wilting him and then starting all over again. Samantha said they did this for about 20 minutes before taking turns climbing on his cock and riding him while holding ice cubes to his nuts. Laughing she said her boyfriend was straining and thrusting up so hard he almost knocked her off him twice. When she decided it was time to finish him off she had her sister sit on his face and told her boyfriend he had to finish her off first before he got his. He got down to licking quickly until a couple minutes later she climbed on top of his cock while her sister was seated on his face. Samantha said he got a shocked look on his face and stopped licking until Samantha told him he better not stop licking that pussy. If he didn't get that pussy off, he could leave and not come back. Later her sister told her he was the best pussy-licker she ever met. His tongue was moving so fast, up, down, around, as well as in and out of her pussy. She had gotten off three or four times before he came in Samantha's juicy sounding pussy. She never told him who had helped her that day. She broke up with him shortly after she had met me. Samantha said she was had been thinking about doing something similar to me or maybe having two guys do her if I ever made up my mind. Liz offered to help her if she did decide to, or maybe Samantha would consider helping her do something similar to Ted. It could be their little secret. I stood there waiting to see what Samantha's answer would be. What Samantha said was a bit of a shock, she said she would think about it, and asked Liz if she had ever done or thought about doing a woman. Liz laughed and said she had once and would consider it again if it were with the right woman.
I snuck back to the back door, and opened and closed it loudly hollering for Samantha asking her if she had seen my wallet. I headed for the rec room where I knew they were. When I got there, they were both flushed. I told Samantha that I had filled the propane tank but when I went to pay for it, my wallet was missing. Samantha said it had fallen on the floor next to the dresser and said she would get it. Liz asked me to make sure I got some of the new Peach wine coolers, as she and Samantha had been drinking those as of late and not the Blackberry ones. Liz asked me if I got excited about what they were talking about. I asked her what she meant, and she pointed out the doorway into the hall. When I acted dumb and moved to where she was and looked out into the hallway, CRAP caught again. I forgot about the mirror hanging on the far wall, which showed right where I was standing when I was eves dropping on their conversation. I heard Samantha coming down the stairs and asked Liz if she would not say anything to Samantha until I talked to her later. She whispered ok as I went to meet Samantha to get my wallet. I thanked Samantha and gave her a kiss as I headed out the door telling her I would be right back.
When I got back to the refill station, I bought an extra tank and had it filled so I wouldn't have to do this again. No more hurried runs. The distributor was on the way back so it didn't take long to get back. Setting the new tank in the corner of the garage out of the way I took the old tank out connecting it to grill and got it started. I put the whole case of wine coolers in the patio fridge, checked the grill making sure it was going good before going to look for Samantha. I found a note on the kitchen counter telling me that she and Liz had run to the grocery for some things and would be back soon.
I grabbed a wine cooler and sat on my hammock thinking about what I had over heard the two of them talking about. I was beginning to come up with a plan for our next step. Now if I could just make it workable with as few ripples as possible and stay inside my comfort zone. I was more interested in doing for Samantha than for me as always. When she got excited because of something I was doing for or to her, it got my juices flowing too. The plan would work if I could get Liz to agree to help me. Liz always acted like she had a good head on her shoulders but this was going to be asking a lot of her, especially coming from me.
Ted came over with the steaks and salad at 5 PM. The girls were still not back yet, so I told him he might as well put everything in the fridge until the girls got back and grab a wine cooler while he was there. Ted said he was curious about something and wanted to ask me if I had noticed that the girls were spending a lot of time together for some time now. When I told him yes and that I had asked Samantha about it, he asked me what she had said I told him that I had been told to more or less mind my own business. He said he had overheard them talking about the fur table in the storage unit a couple of days ago. When I asked him what they had said, his answer was somewhat vague and he hmm and haw'd for a couple of minutes. When I laughed and asked him if it was that bad, he said kinda. He said Liz was asking Samantha why we were leaving the table in a storage unit instead of putting it in our rec room and just closing it off to visitors. That way we would not have to drive over there when we wanted to use it. Since Ted had a vested interest in it, I had never considered that and asked him why he didn't speak up at the time. He said he was eves dropping and not a part of the conversation so he wasn't going to say anything. He also mentioned that Liz was upset with him at the time for something he had mentioned to her and wasn't going to add to his woes at that time.
I told him it sounded like he had put his foot in his mouth in typical guy fashion, nothing new for him. He laughed and said it sure wasn't one of his brightest moments that was for sure. I asked if there was anything else brought up and he said not really. He said that it was short notice but wondered if it was at all possible to use it that weekend. Until I got my plan worked out, we would not be using it. I told him I would let him know before they went home tonight.
We heard the girls coming and got up to see if they needed help bringing anything in from the car. I had been so busy thinking up a plan that I forgot Ted had already brought over a salad and it was in the fridge. So what had they gone shopping for? Samantha and Liz each had two bags of groceries, which they handed to us to carry in and went back out to the garage for another trip or so I thought. When they didn't come in right away, we headed back out to help. Samantha closed the trunk as we entered the garage and said that the bag she was holding was it. They looked guilty of something for sure but Liz grabbed Ted's hand and said they would meet us on the veranda. I told Liz the coolers were in the fridge out there and asked Samantha if she wanted one. She said sure so I told her I would bring her one in and help put the stuff she bought away as soon as I put the steaks on the grill.
Whatever Ted and Liz were talking about, they stopped when I got there. Ted asked if I wanted him to put the steaks on while I helped Samantha put stuff away. I told Ted to go for it, as I grabbed a wine cooler for Samantha and headed back into the house. This was not adding up but it could have been me. First, Samantha had shared something of her past sexual exploits with Liz, something she never shared with me. Second I had asked Samantha to go with me and she had said no, only to leave shortly after with Liz, leaving me with the impression that it was to get items for the dinner salad. Which if I had been paying attention instead of thinking up a plan on how to use the information I had overheard, I could have asked Ted if he knew anything about where they had gone and for what. It was too late to ask now.
I opened Samantha's wine cooler and handed it to her looking at the groceries she had taken out of the bags. She had done her weekly grocery shopping 3 days early, nothing sitting on the table or counters was needed right now. Sure some things we were low on but not out of, so it made no sense to make the trip today. When I asked her about why she had gone early, Samantha said she just needed to get out of the house for a bit and felt she might as well do the shopping while she was out. I told her ok and asked if she wanted to go out and set the table while I put the stuff away. I told her that Ted had started the steaks and that he had brought a salad and it was in the veranda fridge. I was watching to see what her reaction would be on finding out. She didn't bat an eye. I told her that Ted had also asked if it was possible to use the unit this weekend. She said if I had not made plans for us to use it, she had no problem if they did. Samantha once again looked like she wanted to say something but turned around and headed out. I asked if she still wanted her wine cooler as she had left it sitting on the table. All she said was Oh and grabbed it and out she went.
Once again I was standing there with a WTF-just-happened look on my face. I was going to have to get a plan in motion hoping that during or after I would get some answers. I wondered what answers might be out in her car trunk but dared not look right now. Maybe later after dinner I would be able to sneak a look. I quickly finished putting everything away and went out by everyone. Ted was pulling the steaks off the grill and Samantha and Liz had the table set so we all sat down to enjoy a nice meal together. When we finished dinner, the girls said they would clear everything and to set back and enjoy our wine coolers and the cool breeze that had picked up this evening. I wanted to watch for an opening to catch Liz off by herself to ask her some questions. So far tonight, when I tried to catch her alone Samantha had been quick to show up.
Ted was on his fifth wine cooler and starting to act like he had something to ask me but wasn't ready to spit it out. Things were beginning to get to me after all the weird comings and goings combined with what had been said already today so I figured why not. So I asked him right out blunt as hell, what was he wanting to ask me so badly. It took me three times, at the end almost to the point of being rude and asking him if he had lost his balls somewhere. He was stunned to say the least about my attitude. I had never been so rude to him before in the nine years we had known each other. He said that he was afraid it would offend me and had hoped Liz had brought it up with Samantha so he would not have to ask, but that Liz said it was his question, he had to ask. I said for god's sake man, spit it out. Spit it out he did, and he was right I would be offended by his question. He said he wanted to know if Samantha and I would be open to swinging with him and Liz, and maybe joining a neighborhood swing group they were in, all on the up and up, nothing behind a spouse's back. This man had just said he wanted to fuck my wife to my face and wanted my consent as far as I was concerned. I asked for it and I got it, right between the eyes. I told Ted that as far as I was concerned he should go home and sleep it off, he had to be drunk. Ted looked at me and said yea he probably was and got up and headed home. He wasn't too steady as he went but not bad enough for me to have to help him home. I felt like kicking his ass all the way over to his place. WTF, WTF, WTF, I had to be loosing my mind, that could not have just happened.
I figured I better go inside and tell Liz that Ted had gone home drunk, and to see if she might need some help getting him inside and tucked in. I found the girls out in the garage talking. I told Liz that Ted was feeling drunk and had headed over to their house. I told Liz also that Ted had asked about the storage unit being available that weekend and that it was ok with us. I told Liz that when she got home if she needed help getting Ted into bed that Samantha and I would come over. Liz and Samantha looked at each other for a second and Liz said that Ted would probably be sleeping on the couch when she got there. They must have noticed that I was pissed about something and asked if I was ok. I said sure, that I had never been around Ted when he was drunk before, and that it had surprised me was all. I left them standing there watching me and went to my den to think about all of today's events. I had only had two wine coolers but for some reason, I too was feeling its effects. I could not believe everything that had happened today. So I went and got a shower and told Samantha I was going to bed early tonight. Samantha came up and checked on me, saying sweet dreams as she tucked me in. And dream I did.
Early Saturday morning Samantha left for her hair dresser's, saying she would be a little later than usual as she was getting a perm today. I said ok, I could clean the garage out today while she was gone. I had been working for about twenty minutes when Liz walked in. I asked how Ted was feeling after the other night. She looked at me for a couple minutes and said that Ted was feeling ok, embarrassed but ok. I asked her if she wanted a drink of iced tea since I was going in for a re-fill on mine. She said no but if I had any of the peach wine coolers left, she would like one of those. I know there was some left so I pulled out a lawn chair for her to sit on and then went and got my re-fill and a wine cooler for her. When I got back to the garage I told her Samantha had gone to the hairdressers and would be running late getting back. That way, if she was looking for Samantha, she could come back later. She said no, that she had come over to make sure everything was still OK.
I told her that yea everything was cool, and that Ted had just shocked me. He was drunk and I sure wasn't feeling much pain either so yea we were good. Liz was making me nervous just sitting there, watching me work and not saying anything. As I was getting up the nerve to ask her about the conversation she knew I overheard she brought it up. Liz asked me why I didn't want Samantha to know I had heard what they were talking about. I don't know why to this day why I answered but I did.
I explained that while each of us knew the other had had sexual relationships prior to getting married, we had agreed from the start it was not open to discussion. It was in the past and should stay there. As far as I was concerned that was fine. What we did together was all that mattered anyway and we did not discuss what we do or did together with anyone. It was private and should stay that way. Liz was shocked by what I had just told her. She was so stunned that it took a couple of minutes before she said anything.
Liz said, so your telling me that you knew nothing about what she was telling me. I said nope, was all news to me. She took a minute and then asked me, if what you say is true about the past why did you listen in and not say something so she would know I was there and stop. It had been some time since I felt this way, the way you feel when your mom caught you red-handed sneaking a cookie. All you can do is wait, you know it's coming and all you can do is look guilty as all hell. This really made me look bad and I had to tell what was going on and why I did what I did. I told her it was because of my fantasy with the table in the storage unit. If Samantha could trust her, maybe I could too. I asked her if she would keep what I was about to tell her a secret between us only. She said she was the keeper of so many secrets and it would probably get twisted up and remembered as someone else's. So I went on telling her about how we had talked about our fantasies during our love making and that we had decided to leave them as such. Then I had taken one of our fantasies and added it to a session at the storage unit. It had been intense and the after affects had lasted weeks but Samantha had stopped talking about fantasies since the last time we had been there. I told Liz how I knew she had not stopped thinking about them, she had just stopped sharing them with me. I told Liz about all the things I had tried to get her to open to and how none of them was working.
Liz had sat there listening to me run on and on and when I finished she sighed and told me that it was probably her fault. When I asked her how it could be her fault, she said I might as well sit down for this. She told me that right after ours and their first time at the storage shed, Samantha had asked her if she would keep it private between us and them, not to discuss it with her friends. Samantha told her she did not want anyone thinking she was a slut for making love that way. It was new and exciting but at the same time very personnel to her. Liz told her she wished her husband had thought of it years ago. When we got back from the second trip, she and Samantha had discussed many different things between themselves of what they thought might be interesting to try. It was at that time that Liz had brought up what Ted had asked me. She said that Samantha had brought up so many things in their discussions that went with the swinging life style that she had indeed asked Samantha as Ted had asked her too. So she said that it might very well be her fault.
It was now my turn to be stunned. She asked me what my thoughts on it might be now. She was worried that I did not want Ted and her coming around anymore and she would loose a good friend in Samantha. She said that she and Samantha had grown closer than sisters and she was sorry if it had caused a rift in our relationship. I quickly explained that sooner or later this issue would have come up as we were headed for it already. I said that it seemed to be me holding things back and that was not what I wanted. I didn't know where it was going to end up but I wanted Samantha and I at the same place, at the same time. I told her I wanted to do things for and with Samantha but wasn't sure what Samantha would do afterwards. If we would still feel the same about each other when it was all said and done. I could not bear to loose Samantha over a fantasy. It was real life and real people if we went further with it.
She told me that if she could do anything to help to just let her know. I told her that I had an idea on how she might be of help to me. I told her I would tell her basics of what I was thinking of before she committed herself. Liz said that was fine, worst case she would say no. That from what she had heard from both of us it would not be the case. We had peaked her interest and she was all for helping either one or both of us, whichever it turned out to be. Liz pointed out that whatever we decided would be kept between those involved and nobody else. One of the better points of the swinger lifestyle, was that if someone said no, it was no and no hurt feelings. There was always the chance that someone else would say yes in their group. I told her that was something to discuss in the future, that so far I was having enough problems with what was on my plate. So I told Liz what I had come up with so far.
It would include only her and not Ted. I would not, in any way touch her sexually; it would be about pleasuring Samantha only. That while I had not been naked in front of anyone but my wife in some time I think I could I work with it. Samantha would be restrained and blindfolded. I would start off alone, making love to Samantha and after a certain amount of time, would start talking about a third party being there, doing something to her. At which time Liz was to take her place doing what, I had not decided yet. I asked Liz if she meant what she had said about being with another woman. She blushed and said yes, she was interested as long as I did not have a problem with it. I thought to myself that this was going to work out OK. I went on to tell her why I had asked her that. If all went well, Liz would be at one end while I was at the other. That it might be best if Liz was at least naked to the waist so Samantha would not notice when she replaced me between her thighs. I looked at Liz and asked her if there was anything she wanted to ask or say before I continued. Liz said as far as she was concerned so far it was fine with her. I went on to explain the rest of the plan. Samantha would not know in advance of a 3rd party or of what was going to happen. And if for any reason she said to stop we would and Liz was to leave quietly and discreetly, never to say anything about it, no matter what.
Liz smiled and said Ted would be envious if he knew and she was hurt but ok with me not touching her. Liz said she had wanted to see what I was like in bed ever since Samantha would not discuss me personally making love to her. She discussed all the others and what they did but never me, it was a closed subject. She did ask me which end would be hers at the end. I smiled and said I wanted to end at the top. Liz got a dreamy look on her face and said she had not been offered anything so sweet in some time. I asked her what she was going to do about Ted, because I did not feel right about including him without at least hinting or talking to Samantha about a second male working on her. Liz said she would just let Ted know she was going to be attending a couple in need and he would be fine with that. It was their code to each other, meaning it was a closed topic as to whom, and if the other said no, then it just didn't happen. No hurt feelings--that was the deal. There was to be no sneaking around on the other. It was just sex, nothing more, nothing less. Liz asked about toys and I told her I had all but one and would have it the next day.
I told Liz I would be working on the final plan and would get back to her after the weekend. If all went well, maybe it could be finalized by Tuesday. When I asked her what else she and Samantha had talked about she walked away, saying what kind of secret keeper would she be if she told. And how would I feel if she told Samantha what I had just said to her in confidence. I laughed and said I see your point. She said OK then looked back and asked me if I was looking at her ass. I cracked up laughing and went back to cleaning the garage.
By the time I had finished with the garage, I believe I had a workable plan figured out. Now I just had to get it all in place. I needed to check on latex sensitivity on the net because Samantha had been complaining about becoming tender every time we used the toys now. From what I had found out it is more common than most people believed, and I am glad she only had minor irritation and swelling, some of the other problems would have been really nasty. Silicone, I hoped would be the solution to this problem, until I went looking in the local adult stores. The cost of these toys was high; none of them carried any. They were comparable to high-end cyber skin toys, but nobody carried them locally either. After checking several sites I ordered three different sizes all in different skin tones. It probably would have been easier to just get the marbled bright colored ones but I preferred lifelike colors. I wanted something like the latex accommodator, which I had grown fond of, but it seems nobody made one in silicone form. I placed my order and paid the extra shipping to get it back before the weekend. I was hoping they would make all the difference.
When the order came in on Friday, I checked everything out. The special samples of lube they included were very small but lasted considerably longer. After looking at the smallest penis shaped silicone dildo, I went to the closet and took out the latex accommodator. I compared the sizes and decided to try cutting the phallus off the harness and sliding the silicone one into the hole left the harness. It looked like it would work well enough for now. All that was left was to talk to Liz and explain how I wanted the new toys used.
On Monday, Liz was free for an hour or so right after lunch. Samantha would be at the gym for her workout, and Ted would be playing a round of golf with his boss and some new clients. When Liz arrived, I told her that I wanted to show her the new toys, explaining when and how we would be using them. Liz agreed that the plan should work ok and made only one request. She wanted to try the toys out. I told her that after Tuesday when we were done I would order her in two of her choice, that even though they were dishwasher safe, I did not feel it was a good idea to share them. Liz giggled and said it would be no different than if Ted and I were taking turns switching between her and Samantha. She had a point but not one I wanted to hear. Liz had a firm, shapely body, with a nice set of titties but she wasn't Samantha. I ended up telling her to ask Samantha after we were done. I really wanted this to work and did not want to hurt her feelings.
That night I took Samantha out to dinner and a movie she had wanted to see. On the way home that night I told her I wanted to do something special for her at the storage unit tomorrow night, if that was ok with her. She asked for a prelim but I told her not yet. But, she would be getting her first hint at breakfast the next morning.
I got up early and made breakfast and placed it on a tray so Samantha could have the meal in bed. When I got back upstairs, she was just starting to wake up. I set the tray on her trunk at the foot of the bed so I could give her a kiss good morning, and let her know breakfast would be served to her here in bed today. She sat up and asked me if I would be joining her. I told her I had already eaten while cooking hers, but would be right back, so we could talk some while she ate. While I had set her tray up, I had placed the new toys minus the harness on the other tray, which I went to bring up now. As I sat down next to here placing the other tray between us, I explained that I believed I had found a solution to the discomfort she was having after we had used the toys. I showed her the pages I had downloaded from the net explaining what was probably happening to her. I then uncovered the tray showing her the new toys with the pages showing why silicone was a much better choice. She too, was shocked at some of the reactions people had to latex. Neither of us had ever heard of an allergy to latex before. I told her that I had bookmarked the search page I had done on silicone so she would be able to check what was available as well as looking at the printouts for the items on the tray. If they worked out as well as they were advertised, she should pick out some others that she wanted to use. She said the part about them absorbing body heat might prove interesting, because our old latex toys lost it.
I told her this was the first part of what I had planned for our evening, which would be starting about 6pm Tuesday evening at the storage unit. I asked her where she wanted to go to dinner afterwards and she said a simple home cooked meal would be fine. She asked me what else I had planned for her that night and I replied that she would have to wait for the next clue. She asked if I was going to give any of the toys a test run and I told her I didn't think that would be fair. When she started to ask why, I told her because I thought so. For the next day and a half, Samantha kept asking me for clues. Usually I would smile in reply and walk away, drawing it out. One of the times, I asked what hole she wanted which toy in. Then later I would walk up behind her and gently massage her breast, rub her nipples and ask if she had made up her mind where she wanted them. Monday night during foreplay, she asked me if there was any more clues. I told her that this would be the last clue. I asked her if she could remember all of the fantasies we had shared, and that something out of one or two of them had been combined and modified into one. It was a crappy clue but if it got her wondering about everything we had discussed, it should get her excited enough. Samantha started asking me a lot of questions with me only giving her this in answer. If she felt anything being done to her Monday night was to much, all she had to say was stop. I asked her unfairly if there was anything that we had discussed in any of our fantasies, she did not want to do or have done to her. She had twelve hours to think about it and let me know. Now the ball was in her court and she had to decide where we were not going to be headed.
I could tell Samantha was getting nervous as soon as she got up Monday morning. I looked at her and asked if she had thought of anything off limits for tonight. Anyone looking at her could see she was thinking hard but still not saying anything. I told her I was heading over to the unit, that she should stay home to consider what, if anything, she did not want to experience for herself tonight.
When I left for the storage unit I called Liz to make sure tonight was still on. She said it was a go on her end and I told her I was headed over to set the unit up for tonight. I asked her if she wanted to come by while I was there to go over everything again. She said she would meet me there in half an hour. While I was waiting for Liz to show I sterilized the drawers and put the new toys away. My thoughts of what I would soon be doing to Samantha while I installed all the coverings and placed the restraints where I wanted them had given me a very painful hard-on. I was wondering to myself why I had not done this tonight with Samantha sitting on the couch watching me set it up for her. I think it would have excited her just as much or more so knowing she would soon be lying here, experiencing something new.
Just as I started pulling it all off and putting it away, Liz walked in. She was puzzled when she saw what I was doing and asked me why I was tearing it down. It had looked like I was done setting up. I explained to her why and she looked down at my crotch and said I might have a point there. Liz said it looked like I might be in pain and wanted to know if I needed relief any time soon. I told her tonight would be soon enough.
I asked her what she remembered of our conversation. While she repeated what we had discussed, I pulled the accommodator harness out and showed her what I had done to it. When she asked me why I had modified it, I explained why I had done it. When I finished telling her, she asked me if I could give her the site so she could look it over. She said she had been having problems for some time whenever she had used condoms. Now it made perfect sense to. She had always thought it had been from the lube on them but it didn't make any difference when she had used the non lubed ones. Then she had blamed the talc on the dry ones. I told her that I had given the printouts to Samantha and maybe she could ask her for them. I asked Liz if she minded if I adjusted the harness to fit her now rather than having to do it later tonight. She asked me which item I wanted in it. I told her the smaller of the three to start with. Liz said that since she was the finishing act, unless she was sticking it in Samantha's ass she would use the biggest of the three, as she would be well lubed and ready for anything by that time. What she said made sense but I told her for the first time to use the middle one. Liz was amused but inserted the middle one into the harness turning her back to me and placed it on her chin. I was glad Liz's hair was in a ponytail so her hair was not in the way or getting tangled in the buckles as I was making the adjustments that were needed. As I noticed how uneven her breathing was getting she pushed her ass against me and rubbed it up and down against my aching woody. I told her that as nice as the offer was she better wait till she got home and have Ted put that fire out. She sighed taking the harness off telling me that I was the one giving her the problem, not Ted. All I could do was tell her I was very sorry about that but she had said she would help me not do me. We both started laughing and I told her it would take me maybe 15 minutes to set the table up another 10 to 15 till it would be time for her to come inside. Liz thought about it and said it would probably be better if she came inside after waiting 25 minutes. That way she could take off her clothes and adjust to the temperature inside, and strap the harness on and be ready to go when I gave her the signal. I asked her if she was sure she was ok with what we had discussed. Liz asked for my hand and thinking nothing of it as she got close. She used both hands on mine, spread her legs and placed my palm on her clothed pussy then asked if I could feel the heat through her pants. Red faced I pulled my hand away from her crotch and told her that my cock had felt the heat coming off her pussy through both hers and my pants. In my selfish need to get help with my plan, I had crossed a line I had had no intention of ever crossing.
The bad thing was I didn't care as long as what I had planned for my loving wife tonight went as planned. I asked Liz if she had their key to the door. She showed it to me and asked if I thought she could fit under the couch. I told her it would be too chilly on the cement floor, but we could move it back a little closing up the space behind it, so that she could hide behind it if she wanted to. Liz asked me to help her move it so she could see how much room was left for her. After we moved it she crawled behind it and peeked out both ends to see which end was best. Liz said she wanted to watch as much of the action as possible before coming out to join us.
The fridge was stocked, twelve fresh cut red tea roses were in each of the four vases I had brought with me, and Liz had wanted the potted rose bushes in her yard. They were almost to strong when they went into full bloom in here anyway. I told Liz that it seemed like a last minute detail but I had told Samantha that she could rule anything out before coming here tonight. I told Liz if Samantha had any misgivings I would call her on my cell phone. It was time to go back and see if Samantha had indeed decided if there was something she would say no to. As we walked out the door, I reminded Liz there was to be no talking on her part during the time we were in the unit tonight, unless asked to by me.
When I arrived home, I found Samantha with her eyes closed, soaking in a bubble bath. I walked up and knelt behind her whispering in her ear, had she thought of anything she didn't want. She didn't say anything until my hands cupped her breasts. While I thought she was just relaxing, she was either so into what she was thinking about or she had fallen asleep, because it had startled her. I asked her if she was ok and she stated that she had just been into a fantasy and didn't hear me come in. I asked her if she had heard me ask her if she had thought of anything, she said no and no. I told her it must have been some whopper of a fantasy to block out hearing me whisper in her ear. She blushed and giggled telling me that if I played my cards right, she just might tell me someday soon.
As we were driving over to the unit, I explained that I had decided not to set the table up yet. That I wanted her to watch me set it up for her while she sat and relaxed with a wine cooler. She asked me why it wasn't done already as she was so excited already and didn't really want to wait any longer. I explained to her how excited I got setting it up while thinking of what I was going to be doing to her that it had dawned on me that it might do it for her also. So I took it down and put it all away and she could watch me do it while wondering what I was going to do to her.
Samantha walked over to the fridge, got out a wine cooler and set it down on the end table. She then took off her blouse and skirt, revealing a very lacy peach-colored bra and panty set. She sat down, grabbed her wine cooler, looked at me and asked why I was waiting so long to set the table up. It took me a minute or two after seeing her get down to her bra and panties so fast to understand just how excited she was. I walked over to her and took a long pull from her wine cooler telling her I might have made a mistake by not leaving the table set up. Samantha said it was my bad and I should get moving. I could look at her all I wanted but no touching until her bed was ready for her. I quickly stripped and went to go set it up, but Samantha grabbed me by the short hairs and pulled my hard cock over to her mouth. She gave it a lick and a suck and said hurry, pushing me toward the table. I had almost lost it when she had sucked my cock into her mouth. How was I going to last long enough to see this through? I started taking long calming breaths as I worked but every time I would look over at her in that lacy peach underwear my cock would bounce back to attention.
When I finished with the table Samantha jumped up and came over and sat at the end of the table reaching to unclasp the front of her bra. My turn I said and moved her hands away running my hands over her bra-covered nipples. I thought they were extended before but they got bigger. She asked me to hurry; she felt like she was going to explode. I told her as I bent over to remove those lacy panties that she had almost had a load in her mouth when she had sucked my cock into her mouth earlier. She told me to back up then dropped to her knees enveloping my cock before I knew what was what.
Within moments of feeling her warm mouth, my toes curled and I shot a huge load. She finished cleaning me up and jumped up on the table saying I had fired the first shot of the night. I laughed and moved up to put the blind fold on her and restrain her hands. I placed her legs in the stirrups and secured her ankles. Taking my seat at the bottom of the table, I slid her bottom over the edge and moved the stirrups out so her thighs were spread as wide as I could and still leave her comfortable. I took a deep breath dropping down to within an inch of her pussy and exhaled on her waiting pussy saying and so it begins.
I glanced over at the couch to see if Liz was watching. She was sitting on the arm of the couch intently watching what was going on.
I bent and started paying homage to my wife's pussy. When I glanced down, I could see she was oozing fluid down the crack of her ass, a sure sign she was excited. Breathing in her scent deeply I slid my tongue into her pussy and up to her clit, swirling around it as she came hard, pulling at the restraints. It seems that both of us were totally aroused at the beginning. I pushed my tongue back into her pussy lapping up as much as I could. I was missing quite a bit as I heard it start to hit the catch pan under her. I moved back to her clit and inserted a finger in her pussy, working it in and out, quickly going to two then three fingers. She was that loose and lubed up. She was squirting juice like a river. I told her from the signs she was giving me I was going to need help putting the fire out. She said I just might, after all the teasing I had done to her since our last time here.
I went to motion Liz over to us and found her standing right beside me completely naked except for the harness she had on. I told Samantha I was going to get some help as I stood up. Before I could move away Samantha asked me if I had a load ready to help put the fire out. I looked to see if that would be a problem and Liz grabbed my cock. She pulled me up to Samantha, sliding it up and down her slit a couple times before placing it at the opening and pushing on my ass, sliding my cock into Samantha. I was still way too excited, as I hammered my cock into her causing Samantha to gasp and grab hold of the sides of the table with her hands, bearing down on me mercilessly with the muscles of her pussy. It took only three or four minutes and I was blasting a lode up inside her. Samantha moaned that she had come twice but had been on the brink of a third one as I bathed her pussy with my cum. I told her not to worry because she would be having a lot more before we were done tonight.
When Liz moved into my spot and started licking up our combined juices, Samantha moaned again saying yes, yes, yes. She said she had wanted to ask if I would do that to her sometime.
When Samantha was cleaned up Liz inserted the Silicone cock on the harness, pushing it in slowly half way, then pulling it out an inch or so, and then back in until she could reach Samantha's pussy with her tongue.
Liz was working Samantha's clit without letup, at the same time working her chin with the harness. I watched the dildo work an inch and a half, sometimes as much as two inches in and out of Samantha's pussy each time Liz would lick her. I moved above the head of the table and started to roll Samantha's nipples between my figures. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, asking if she was OK. She gasped that she was coming again, moaning and flexing against the restraints. I started nibbling on her earlobe while lightly pinching and pulling on her nipples. She really started thrusting her hips franticly against Liz's face.
Watching how Samantha was reacting to someone else eating her pussy, had given me another huge woody. I asked Samantha if she wanted a cock to suck any time soon. She asked me where it was. I slid her shoulders over so she could reach me.
When I again looked to see how Liz was doing, I got concerned. Her hair was soaked with sweat, her face covered in pussy juice and her eyes were glazed. When I motioned that I would take over she shook her head no and pointed at the other silicone dildos. I picked up both and offered them to her, not sure which she wanted. She pulled her head away from Samantha's pussy and pulled the dildo out of the harness, replacing it with the bigger one that had all the added bumps and swirls to it. She then placed it against Samantha's pussy and shoved the whole thing in at one time pressing her tongue flat against her clit and started lapping like a dog that had gone all day without water.
When I reached for the other two dildos to put them back, Liz grabbed the one that had been in Samantha's pussy and shoved it into hers, working it in and out like crazy. Was she a screamer when she came, I had no idea.
My wife was panting hard and trying to hold her pussy fast against Liz's face. I moved back up by Samantha's head and placed my cock against her cheek. When she tried to suck on it, she could only get about three inches in her mouth. Stuttering she said it wasn't going to work this way and asked me to release her hands so she could lean over and suck on my cock the way she wanted to. I told her no way was I letting her loose to see who was munching on her pussy. Samantha told me to climb on top of her and fuck her mouth then. Now damn it, she demanded, wanting to suck on my cock now! So up I climbed and stuck my cock in her mouth going slowly in and out. She moaned loudly and started moving her head franticly onto my cock. Samantha's body was bouncing around a lot when all of a sudden she started moaning real loud and clamped down on my dick scaring the shit out of me. I thought she just might bite it off.
On the first try at pulling out, she just bit down more and stiffened. I turned around to see what Liz was doing that might be causing this. I could see both of her hands moving. She still had the one dildo working in and out of her own pussy, but the other was below her chin. At first I thought she was shoving her finger or fingers up Samantha's ass, but looking harder she had either put the smaller dildo along side the bigger one in her pussy or she had worked it into Samantha's ass. Either way Samantha was coming like I had never seen.
Samantha was working her tongue around the head of my cock still locked between her teeth. As I came once again from watching, Samantha released me. I went back to pinching her nipples harder this time and sucked on her ear. Within a minute, she was once again coming hard working her pussy like a jackhammer against the dildos in her pussy and the tongue on her clit. She started a moan from way down in her gut this time then pulled against all the restraints and passed out.
I looked at Liz and all she did was smile as she pulled the dildos out of Samantha. She took the harness off and dropped it in the overnight bag I used to bring everything. I handed her some wipes to clean her face, neck and breasts.
Samantha was breathing evenly just like when she was sleeping. Her color was back to normal so she was OK. I gave Samantha a kiss as I whispered a thank you and hoped she enjoyed it as much as I had.
Liz was standing there watching me when I turned back to her and started dressing. She walked up and whispered in my ear that I had forgotten something. I was wondering what when she said unless I was going to lick her pussy clean she needed more wipes. I was hoping to get her out of here before Samantha woke up. Liz said she was going to have to talk to my wife about my manners. She said a gentleman would have at least licked her clean after all the help she had given. I thanked her for helping me, and gave her the print outs on latex. I told her I was sorry, but I had told her from the beginning that I would not touch her in any sexual way. I gave her a peck on the forehead and walked her to the door. As she walked to her car, I told her she did have a nice wiggle.
I closed and locked the door wondering if we would be spending the night here. Samantha was sound asleep. As I released the restraints she moaned and opened her eyes, looking around the room. When she didn't see anyone she went to sit up then cringed and lay back. I asked her if she had strained some muscles. She said it felt like all of them. She asked me if she had hurt me when she bit down and I told her she had put some pressure but not enough to hurt me, it did scare the hell out of me when she did. For a minute there, I had thought I was going to be dickless.
I opened the douche I had brought for after we finished, rinsed her out and cleaned her up. Dried her off and offered to help her up so she could get dressed to go home.
I asked her what she thought about the activities tonight. Samantha said she was shocked about some of it but enjoyed herself way too much, then asked me if I was going to tell her who had helped me tonight. I told her I would have to tell her sometime but not right now, maybe after dinner. Samantha said we could order pizza for dinner, and when we got home, she wanted to look at my bite marks. As I grabbed our bags and we walked to the car, I told her she knew where the bite marks were and that she could look when she was ready.
While we were waiting for the pizza to be delivered, I asked her if everything had been what she thought it would be. She said she had some questions about some of it. When I asked her what things did she have questions about, she said that the biggest thing was when her pussy was cleaned up after I had shot what felt like a cup of cum in her. I told her that while I had considered doing it a time or two, it had not been me. I told her to think about it while I put the silicone dildos in the dishwasher and turned it on.
The pizza kid finally showed up, so we sat down to eat. I asked her if she remembered the question she asked Liz right before I came in looking for my wallet. She asked me which one and I told her the one about if she had ever considered doing another woman. She got upset and asked me how much I had overheard that day. I told her that I had heard something about ice cubes but it didn't make any sense. She was watching me closely and it made me nervous. I asked her why she was upset about it. Now I was wondering what I had missed. I asked her if she was upset about having Liz help me tonight as I did not know anyone else I could trust to do what I wanted done. She asked me if Liz and I had done anything without her. I told her that I had told Liz in the beginning I would not touch her and Liz had agreed. I also told her that Liz said she was going to complain that I was not a gentleman because I refused to clean her up after we were done. Samantha said she would be waiting for that one. I told Samantha that I felt it would be wrong to do something like that without her telling me it was OK.
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Fantasy Overload
Old Barabus
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Part 4
Paying The Piper
I was still waiting for the shoe to drop the next morning, but I had to submit a bid for a local store that was doing remodeling and wanted all the refuse hauled away. So I told Samantha I would be back in a couple of hours, and told her I would call to see if we needed anything before returning home. When I called to see if we needed anything, Samantha said we were good and that Liz and Ted were there. I asked if everything was okay because she seemed to be reserved in how she was talking. She replied that it was getting interesting and she would fill me in when I got home. Interesting was a word I didn't want to hear where Ted was involved.
When I got back to the house, first thing I noticed was Liz and Samantha appeared upset about something, and Ted was walking across the yard back to their place.
This whole situation was getting my stomach flipping from nerves. Why did things always have to get complicated? As I got closer to where Liz and Samantha were, I heard Liz tell Samantha she would be back in an hour or so and she headed home. No nod or wave--damn it, this was getting worse by the moment.
I looked at Samantha and glanced at Liz's retreating back and then back to Samantha. I gave Samantha a questioning look hoping she would say something. She walked over to the patio fridge and grabbed two coolers and asked me to come inside so we could talk.
We didn't even get a chance to talk about last night and we had problems. As I followed Samantha into the house, I was going over everything Ted had hinted at during our many conversations while working on the table. None of it was good. He was a self-centered prick and I was beginning to see him as not just an ass-hole but as the whole ass.
Samantha went straight to the rec room and handed me one of the coolers and patted the spot next to her on the sofa. I felt like shit, but turned sideways facing her with an okay-now-what look, while taking a long pull from my wine cooler.
She said it was a long story, and to be patient. Samantha said that Liz had hired a PI to watch Ted, and after waiting a month, the PI had finally showed up with evidence that Ted was selling porn movies.
I told Samantha that wasn't a surprise, as Ted had been acting really weird of late. I told her about him asking if we would be interested in joining a local swing club the night I had sent him home. I told her the whole conversation Ted and I had that night and how I had reacted.
Samantha said that Liz had talked to her about the same thing many times and that they had decided to let it drop for the time being. Ted had kept bugging Liz to keep it going no matter what Samantha said and Liz was getting worried about Ted's persistence. Around the same time Liz found a savings book in a company name she didn't know, and when she asked him about it he got angry. He told her that he had started a new company and it was none of her business and to keep her mouth shut about it. The account had a balance of over $315,000 and it scared her. So she had hired a PI to look into the matter.
I was shocked that porn movies were such a moneymaker. I asked Samantha how Liz was doing, and what she was going to do about it. She said Liz had filed for a divorce and that she was throwing Ted out of the house and selling it as well as everything they jointly owned. Liz had said that her lawyer was handling everything for her free of charge and that Ted was going to be very sorry when it was all said and done.
From the way Liz described it, Ted had started his company at the same time we started working on the storage unit with the table. If my stomach had been upset before, it was now on a major roller coaster ride.
It took me for a loop when Samantha said it wasn't my fault, but she thought it was time we brought the exam table home where it belonged. I asked her where she wanted it and she said the garage was good for now. I asked what she wanted to do with the stuff that belonged to Liz and Ted and she replied that Liz was cleaning it out right now. I told her I was going to need help tearing and loading it because the base was heavy and she told me that help would be there. When I looked at her with a weird look, she told me to let her finish with the story.
Samantha said she was waiting for Liz to get back to find out the whole story. Liz had told her that the lawyer and PI were both in the little swing group they belonged to, and were with her right now at the storage unit. Before I could ask her, she said that Ted had been using the unit to film his movies. This tidbit of information did nothing to help my queasy stomach.
I asked Samantha how she was feeling about all this so far. She said that until we heard back from Liz she wasn't going to say anything and that she did not hold me at fault for any of it.
I asked her what her plans were for the table after all this and she said she was not going to give it up for anything. She went on to say that she had come up with a floor plan for our new rec room, or rather how she wanted this one to be. I asked her to show it to me and explain what she wanted to do.
She asked me if I wanted another wine cooler while she was getting the plans. I hadn't noticed finishing the first one and told her I would just go get a glass of water for now. I needed a clear head to make sure I missed nothing now or when Liz got back. My gut said it was going to be bad.
When we got settled into looking over the plans Samantha said some of the changes were up in the air because she knew some of them were going to cost more than she had originally thought. I noticed she had more than one set of plans drawn up but figured on a wait and see basis.
The first set of plans had the table set up about ten feet away from the fireplace. There also seemed to be slots running away from both ends of the table. When I asked about it Samantha said it would be easier to move the table for cleaning or if it got too hot with a fire burning. She was figuring on wheels or a roller track. It showed a large sofa bed, end tables, in-wall cabinets or spaces, I wasn't sure yet. It seemed she had put some time into these plans.
The second set showed what appeared to be a raised floor with three tiers of steps leading up to a large space with a large sofa bed on one side, a coffee table, and cabinets or chest of drawers on either side. A wide screen TV and entertainment center was marked for the opposite wall. The exam table was set up the same as the first set of plans, in front of the fireplace.
Samantha had a third set of plans sitting there and when I asked her she said they were for later, as they were still not finished. When I said that was OK I would still like to look at them, she said not yet, it was for the future, maybe.
We heard someone knocking on the back door and went to see if Liz was back. Sure enough it was Liz and she had two men with her each holding a large box. I opened the door and asked them in, telling the men they could set the boxes on the counter. Liz introduced her lawyer as Dave and the PI as Bob. I had seen both of them around the neighborhood mowing grass or doing yard work. Liz said that we might want to look at some tapes before we talked as a group. I looked at Samantha who was staring at Liz, waiting for her to continue talking. I asked her how many tapes she was talking about. Neither her nor Liz answered me. I asked Samantha if she wanted to talk to Liz in the rec room while we went out to the patio and had a beer. Then they would meet us out on the patio when they were done talking or whatever.
Samantha grabbed one box and Liz grabbed the other and off they went without a word, so I told the two men to follow me out to the patio for a beer. When we were all seated I asked them how bad was this going to get. The PI said he had known Ted for almost fifteen years and had never once believed he would do something like this.
The lawyer said that it would depend on how the affected parties reacted as a whole because it would have far reaching damage if it was not handled right. When I asked how many people were involved, they said that it might include the whole swing group at one time or another and then paused. I went to ask him more as my gut knotted up and he said it would be best to wait for Liz and my wife to return.
I asked him if they had removed all evidence of Ted's deception from the storage unit. Bob said that he had used all of his sources to make sure everything was detected and removed. He had gone as far as to pose as a distributor and had purchased exclusive rights to all of Ted's material. So anything that made it out prior was solely owned by their group, which would allow them to control sales. Which allowed them to cancel shipments and recall deliveries as defective. Some things might slip through but they had done everything possible to clean up the mess Ted had made. It was now a wait and see situation and all concerned were crossing their fingers and watching. Dave explained that since the setup was in our rental unit, Samantha and I would have more say in the end as far as their group was concerned as to where it would end up.
I didn't understand where this conversation was coming from and asked Dave why we had to decide what was going to happen. He said that I would have to wait and see, that Liz had requested that she and my wife be the ones to explain everything to me. Both Dave and Bob had felt it would be best for all concerned if it was handled that way.
I asked them what all they could tell me because it was not adding up right. Bob said to ask them any questions I wanted and if it was something they could tell me they would. Now all I had to do was decide what I really wanted to know and what could wait for Samantha and Liz to answer.
I asked them what they had found out about the setup Ted had at the unit. They said he had actually rented the unit on the opposite side and had set up several camera's and mic's on and around the table giving him at last count eighteen different camera angles and the capability to pick up any sound anywhere inside and just outside the unit. All of them sending signals to recording equipment set up in his unit. I asked him how this affected members of their group. Both men showed signs of discomfort at this question. I asked them if Ted had included their members in the use of the table and they said that various members had in one way or another been in on it from the beginning.
That was not something I wanted to hear. They explained that the fur coats, carpet, lighting, furniture, fridge, paneling, dry cleaning etc., etc. had all been supplied by their members. When I said that I had been paying for all my own dry cleaning Dave reached into his pocket and pulled an envelope out handing it to me. Before I could ask him about it, I noticed it was from the dry cleaner Ted had taken me to so I would get a good price. Dave said I could open it now or wait for Samantha and Liz. I opted to wait for the girls and continue with my questions. Why not, it seems they knew a lot more than I did about what was on the tapes.
I asked how many people had been using the unit that I was not aware of. Bob and Dave both looked rather sheepish, but it was Dave who told me that from what they had determined so far everyone had at one time or another used it, some had been there more than once. Well I had wondered why I had seen more furniture there than what was there in the beginning. I asked them if it had been used by their group as a whole or if it was just couples. Why it made a difference to me I had no idea. Dave said it had been a very popular site for couples and as a group, and that many of the guys had really gotten into the fantasy I had brought to life. There were many spin-offs that the group had been able to fulfill, and Bob said his wife had a really hard time when she went to her OB-GYN for her check-up. She had slipped up and asked her doctor where the padding was for his stirrups.
I asked how their group knew we had no plans to use it, and didn't worry about us stopping by. Both of them became red faced and said I would have to ask the girls. This was beginning to look like my wife was involved far more than I cared to know about at the moment. I trusted my wife to be honest with me about everything and it would seem she had been involved at least to some extent with Liz and her group of swingers. How do you broach a subject like this without getting hurt feelings or having your heart ripped out?
An older gentleman was walking over from Liz and Ted's house and motioned to Dave and Bob. Bob told me that he worked for him, and that they had been supervising Ted's activities, making sure he packed up only what Liz said he could take from the house. Both Dave and Bob got up saying they would return shortly and went to meet him. I could hear Dave say that Ted was not to have something he was loading in his SUV. Ted was upset about it and the only way he was going to give in was that if Bob had his men pull Ted away from the SUV. Dave pulled out a package from the SUV and gave it to Bob who motioned for me to approach. When I got to him he gave me an express mail pouch and asked me to set it in our kitchen, and to tell Liz he wanted her to come over to the house.
When I got back to the house I called for Liz to come to the kitchen. Both Samantha and Liz came in and I told Liz that Dave and Bob had taken this package away from Ted and that Bob had asked if she would come over to the house. Liz said OK, and she would be back soon.
I set the package on the counter and followed Liz out the door only I went back to the patio, grabbed another wine cooler, climbed onto my hammock, pulled the sun cover out, then took a long drink and closed my eyes in thought. After a couple of minutes I looked up at the back door to find Samantha standing watching me. I asked her if she wanted to share a drink and cuddle on my hammock. She said she would be right out, to give her a minute. She came out about five minutes later, dressed in shorts and a halter-top. She went to climb in the back and I told her I wanted to see what was going on over at Ted's to please lie in front.
I was shocked when Salato's Auction truck backed up into their driveway and three big guys climbed out. It took them twenty minutes to empty out Ted's workshop and the garage contents into the box truck, and as that one pulled out another backed in.
I asked Samantha if Ted had returned the tools he had borrowed last week and she said she wasn't sure but she thought he might have borrowed my new drill two days ago. Now that really sucked!
I figured I might as well ask since Samantha was not going to offer any answers on her own. It was going to be bad, I knew that, but the piper had shown up demanding payment and pay we would. Just how much, was what I needed to find out. I asked her how bad things had gotten that she was not talking already, and why was it that I had to ask instead of her offering the details.
Samantha said that it all boiled down to one sad excuse. She had been captivated by the many fantasies revolving around the exam table. I was not going to take the blame and I told her so, at least not all of it. She said it wasn't my fault and she did not blame me. I told her that I blamed myself for this whole mess, but it was different to blame myself than others holding me accountable. It was stupid, but it was the way I felt, others were accountable for what they did, as they were not invited to partake. I asked her what she was not saying, because it just made her look all that more guilty. I told her I had always trusted her not to do anything stupid enough to end our marriage. Just spit it out, that way we could move on. She said that she and Liz had talked about her fantasies and come up with a workable plan while I made up my mind on what we were going to do with ours. Ok, I said what did you do that you feel guilty about.
Samantha said she and Liz had decided Samantha could watch, which would be the same as watching a porn movie, only it would be live. I thought that was a twisted view but let her continue. It dawned on me that this explained a lot about what I had been working on Samantha to tell me all this time. I had to stop her and ask her to repeat what she had said after that statement. When she looked at me puzzled I snickered and told her that it had dawned on me that this was what she had been hiding when she was having her mind-blowing orgasms for the better part of a month. Her eyes got big and she looked ashamed and I told her I wanted to hear more about what had happened, that her and Liz's reasoning had sounded lame but not unfounded either. She explained that She and Liz would set up a time for members of the swing group who Liz had dazzled with her and Ted's escapades at the storage unit, to meet there. Liz and whoever she had invited would meet them there and do whatever while Samantha would watch from the sidelines, never interacting with them, just watching. One of the guys had made a lifeguard chair where she would sit with her whistle, eight feet above the floor and enjoy the activities. After the first time she wore her skimpy bathing suit so she would have easy access to her nipples and pussy when she got excited and needed to relieve her desire.
In one sense I was pissed that others had, not might have, but had watched my wife play with herself, but relieved that she had not lost control and joined in.
I asked her if all she did was watch and not join them, why did she feel guilty. She hesitated to answer then said that only one time had she climbed down from her chair and Liz had stopped her before she did anything, sending her back up to her seat. It didn't stop her from pulling her swim suit bottom off and stuffing as many of her fingers as she could get into her pussy in front of everyone there and uttering mindless babble as she came so hard she passed out and almost fell out of her chair. I asked her what was going on that she had lost her cool.
Samantha looked me in the eye and said she did not want to tell me right now, but she would later, when we were in bed. She said that it got her too excited and she would need me to get off enough that she would not be horny afterwards. I felt like telling her I wanted to see her lose it and stuff her pussy the same way she did that day and I think she saw it on my face too because she said please. When I hesitated to answer her, tears started welling in her eyes. I told her I would see what I could do to make sure she got off enough.
As she calmed down I asked her if it was on one of the tapes she and Liz had been looking at. She got upset and tried to get off the hammock, but I had been waiting for her to try that since she had started talking.
When Samantha would get upset, nervous, or feeling guilty about something she would put space between us until she calmed down. She would drive me nuts, pacing back and forth while talking so fast I had trouble following what she was saying.
I told her flat out that as long as she did not let anybody touch her and it all was as she had told me, so what, I could live with what she had said she had done. I asked her if that was all there was to it. Samantha said there was one other thing she had done and that was she had used the toys I had bought to get off after that episode.
Damn, was all I could think of at the time. People had watched her pummel her pussy with toys and I had missed out. Samantha would not use the toys on herself when we were in bed and I had asked her so many times. But at the same time I had watched her do it while she was watching a porn flick when she thought I wasn't home. I had never told her and I wasn't going to tell her now either. Maybe I should have, but it had gotten me off many times when she was working and I was home alone and horny.
I told Samantha that I was not going to feel guilty asking her to play with her toys from now on and that I felt if she could do what she did in front of strangers, I was more deserving. The way she was looking back at me had me thinking that she was figuring ya right, but what she said shocked me more. She said I would be shocked as to who was in the group and who had seen her performance. I said I wanted to see it and went to roll off the hammock, but she caught me and said it would not be fair to the others. That stopped me cold, but at the same time they had been there without my consent, but they did have my wife's consent. Arggggggg this sucked and I told her it wasn't fair.
We had heard Ted's excited voice a couple times, along with laughter from Liz. We watched as the last truck pulled out of their driveway. Not bad three hours from start to finish. We watched Ted drive off followed by Bob and his crew right behind him and Liz and Dave were on their way back.
When they got to the patio, I told Liz to grab a cooler for both of them and grab a seat. I asked her if she was ok, she looked exhausted. She said it was not something she thought she would ever have to do, but that it felt right and she was not sorry about what she had done. Ted had used her and their friends in a way that was unforgivable and he was reaping his just rewards. Liz said it was almost done now. A locksmith was changing the locks and resetting the access codes for the security system now. The realtor was doing his thing, taking pictures and measurements for the listing, and if we didn't mind he would be over when he was done so she could sign the papers. Samantha told her that was not a problem. She also asked what Liz was going to do for living arrangements while she was waiting on a buyer. Liz said she had thought about a hotel but wasn't too happy with that. She had also thought about going to visit her mom and dad but did not want to answer any of their questions. She said she had a couple offers to stay with some people from their group but did not want to impose after what her husband had done to them.
Samantha looked to me and I just shrugged my shoulders and said she would be welcome here if she would be OK with it. We had two guestrooms away from the main part of the house for when our parents dropped in. The rooms both had small bathrooms attached so they had their privacy and so did we that way. Besides, I told her she could keep an eye on the house while she waited for a buyer. Dave said it sounded like the best thing for now and reminded her that she had his and Bob's cell numbers in case Ted tried something.
Liz asked Samantha what I had decided I wanted to do now. Samantha said that she had not had time to explain everything to me yet and that maybe it would be best if we all talked about the important parts after we had something to eat. I asked if I was going to need my Tums bottle as my stomach had been upset pretty bad today already. Dave said he hoped not, as he was in charge of settling this as quietly as possible between Samantha and myself and their group. I told him that I wasn't sure what our stake in this was but that I too would like it a lot if it would quietly go into the night as soon as possible.
I asked if fish ' n chips would be fine and everyone said it was. I ordered more than enough and asked them for the total and if someone there would consider delivering it for a US Grant. That seemed to cause a stir on the other end of the phone. I gave them the address and was told it would be there in twenty minutes. Dave pulled a Grant out of his wallet saying he was more than willing to pay for dinner, as he could claim it on his taxes. I went to say that was OK but Liz and Samantha both said it would be fine for him to foot the bill as he would be collecting from Ted's half of the settlement.
When Samantha and Liz went to go inside for plates and what all, I mentioned that we could set it up in the rec room and discuss what needed to be done to finish clearing this up. Dave said it sounded good, as it was beginning to look like it might storm soon. When we walked inside the delivery girl knocked at the door.
We were all gathered around the rec room and I asked Dave what it was that Samantha and I needed to decide on. He said that since it was actually our unit that had been used without consent for filming it was one issue. Two, we had been filmed exclusively on at least two or more occasions. The first time was the start of everything that followed.
I'm not sure how they thought I was going to react to this information but I just about passed out from the pain in my stomach. Dave looked at both Samantha and Liz and asked them if they had told me anything about what had gone on and if not, why the hell didn't' t they warn him before he started.
It took a couple minutes for me to calm my stomach down. I gave the girls a mean look and asked Dave just what we needed to do to clear it up. I didn't need to know any more details now, just what we had to do, the rest could wait till another time. Dave said that since I had heard the worst part and knew what Ted had done, it would stand to reason I could figure out what had happened. I told him that part was true, so what now? Dave said the group had decided that Samantha and I were entitled to a settlement from Ted's earnings from the movies he had sold and also from his divorce settlement. I asked why the divorce was being included and Dave said that some of the things Ted had bought were from those funds and Liz said it was only fair.
I looked at Samantha and then again at Liz and asked them if that was why they had been talking about remodeling the rec room last week. It startled Dave that I knew about it. I told him that it would seem that some things were considered OK while the important stuff was left out.
I told both girls that sneaking was making them both look guilty as all hell, and that I had thought them both above what they had done. My next statement shocked all three of them. I said that since I was not allowed to watch the films containing my wife and her lifeguard's chair, I wanted Liz to cut all the scenes of Samantha out and put them on one tape for me, without any help from or observation by anyone else. I laughed and said it was fair play with what they had done to me. I also said that Samantha and Liz could figure out what to do and I would go along with whatever Samantha decided on as a settlement, as long as when it was all done I would be told everything and I meant every detail of it. No more sneaking and hiding because it always came out in the end, just like now. I said I felt there was more that had gone on but that I didn't feel it needed to come to light now, it had it's time and place and this was not it.
I asked Liz if she had made up her mind about staying with us and she said that if Samantha was OK with it she would be fine staying here. I asked Dave to give me a hand taking all the boxes to the spare bedroom so the girls could talk and make up their minds. It wasn't going to happen with us sitting there anyway.
Dave and I placed the boxes in the room Liz would be using if she so decided then went back outside. Dave told me that when I was ready, people were ready to help tear down the table and bring it here and set it off, or set it up, whatever I decided. I told him my first thought was to take it to the car crusher and watch it get cubed. He went to say something and I laughed and told him Samantha was not going to give it up. I asked Dave why everyone had been so excited about the table. He looked at me like that was a dumb question, and asked me why I had to ask. He said every guy he knew always wondered about those tables when their wives acted embarrassed about the exams. I told him that at one time I was going to buy some of the instruments that went with the exam table but had changed my mind. I could see he was getting ideas in his head and told him if everything worked out I would give him the web site. I said that as much as I had been through today I did not want to go digging for it right now. I told him I wanted a shower, to cruise the web for half an hour, then check my email and go to bed.
We were heading back to where Samantha and Liz were but they met us in the hallway. Liz said she would stay with us if we would let her pay her way with food and utilities. I looked at Samantha and asked her if that was what they had decided. She said it was up to me, and I flat out told her that a lot of things that had gone on had not been okayed by me so why did they think this needed to be okayed now. I said it was fine with me but don't make it out like if I said no, then it was no.
I told them all I was sorry about being grumpy, but with all that had happened I was just moody and tired. I told Dave I would be ready to move the table tomorrow, just let me know when everyone would be available and I would meet them there. Since I had cleaned out the garage, space was not a problem. I mentioned to Samantha that if Liz wanted to store some personal items, she could use the other spare bedroom, and that I was going to get a shower and check my email then go to bed.
I asked Liz if making a tape of ALL the footage of Samantha was too much to ask. Samantha asked why I needed all of it and not just the best parts. I just smiled and told Liz all of it and don't cut the sound or do a sound over. Samantha and Liz just looked at each other until Dave broke in and said he would do it if Liz had a problem with it. I thanked him but said I trusted Liz, and Samantha would do the right thing, that they had both agreed to no more sneaking or telling lies. "Right girls?" You could see they didn't want to admit it, but they did as I was walking upstairs, thanking Dave for the dinner, and for helping us out with this, and told him that I would be waiting to hear from him in the morning.
As I entered the shower I kept thinking how I hated getting bitchy like I just had in front of people. I am usually an easygoing guy, but when things turned to shit like they had today, one thing after another, my nerves got shot quickly and I could turn into an asshole. I was not a pleasant person to be around. Well too late now to take any of it back, I would just have to hope for the best but I had this feeling that I had been lied to about something important. Maybe I would do some digging of my own but I wasn't dumb either, maybe it was something I didn't need or want to know about.
As I shut the water off and went to get out of the shower Samantha called from the bedroom asking me if I was going to be long. I told her I was done and would be going to bed as soon as I checked my email. I asked her if there were any wine coolers left downstairs and she said no, the last two were on our dresser.
When I finished toweling off I noticed my robe was not on the back of the bathroom door. I know it had been there when I had closed the door. So wrapped in a towel I entered our bedroom to find candles lit up all around our room and soft music playing on the sound system. A cold wine cooler sitting on a coaster next to my mouse pad and my computer was booted up and logged on. I got my new robe out of the closet and put it on.
Samantha had been pissed at me when I had set up a computer center in our bedroom. I had explained that it kept me from cruising the net till late hours, since she always woke up when she got cold and I wasn't there to cuddle up to and reminded me to come to bed. When I wanted to play online games I always used the one in my office downstairs.
By the time I finished reading my email and started looking for Dave's site, my wine cooler was empty. The other wine cooler was sitting on the stand next to the bed. I called out asking Samantha if she minded if I had some of hers. I waited a couple seconds for her answer. When she didn't I went looking for her.
I found her talking with Liz and Dave downstairs in the rec room. I asked them if they had made up their minds yet on anything. Dave asked me if I thought a set percentage of the funds would be more to my liking. I asked him what it would include, and he said the total. Liz had received two offers on the house already and was considering taking one of them but would probably wait till tomorrow to decide. It appeared that members of their group wanted the house and had the funds available for a quick sale. I said that if Samantha was OK with it, so was I, but Samantha said it would be a large chunk of money and she needed me to go over the figures with her. It was just too much money for her to make that choice.
I asked Dave what kind of money he was talking about because I did not want Liz to be hurt by the amount we would receive. I could see Liz was uneasy about it but said not to worry about her as she had a trust fund from her grandparents and it was more than she would ever need. She had never told Ted about it and had never had to take anything from it yet. It had been sitting there for a little over fifteen years, two years before she had married Ted. She said she didn't care if any money was left from this part of her life. It was not something she wanted to be reminded of.
Dave said what he thought was a ballpark 50% figure. I now knew what Samantha had meant--it was indeed a large sum of money. I asked Dave why 50% and he said that was the minimum figure he was to offer us. I asked if he could help set up an investment portfolio as well so that there would be no delay between settlement and investment. He said that was part of the settlement arrangements Liz had demanded from the start. I said I was never a greedy person and Liz flat out told me that the figure Dave had said was probably less than half what she made in interest each year. I told Liz to say an amount equal to how much she wanted Ted to suffer and leave it at that. She looked at Dave and said do it. I asked her if she had already made up her mind and Samantha and Liz both said yes but the final say was mine.
I looked at them all, shell-shocked, then turned away to head back upstairs. I told Samantha if she wanted any of the last wine cooler, not to wait too long. I told Dave if he was at the unit tomorrow I would give him the web addy. I said goodnight to all and waved over my shoulder as I went back to my PC, snickering to myself when I heard the girls ask him about it.
When Samantha came up to bed, I was just starting to dose off. I asked if Liz was settled in and she said that David was keeping her company tonight with his wife's OK. She said that Dave's wife was one of the people who submitted a bid for the house. Then she had called Dave and told him she had made Liz an offer. Wow, what a group! was all I could think of. Then a thought popped in my head and I asked Samantha if we had anything to do with the group bidding on Liz's house. She just stared. When she did go to say something, I told her she had taken too long, and I had my answer. I had not thought about Liz having guests over when I had said OK to her staying, but I would get to meet the group little by little.
I had put all but one candle out before lying down and I put that one out too. I told Samantha I just wanted to spoon her tonight. She told me to please ask her for the rest of the story any time. I told her she better believe I was going to, one way or another. She asked me if I was upset with her. I told her I was more disappointed than anything. I still loved her and wanted her as much as I did the day I met her.
I told her that the first time I view the film Liz was putting together was going to be for me alone. Then if she wanted to see what I saw and talk we could watch it together. She said that was a bit harsh. I said no worse than sitting with two guys I didn't know but my wife had seen doing things of a sexual nature close up and live. Add in the fact that they had watched her play with herself and then use toys to get herself off. That was excessive in my book. I told her I was sorry for getting bitchy again; it was just too soon to bring it up. We would both feel better in the morning, and we could discuss it after I got the exam table home and set off in the garage. I almost forgot to ask her what was in the box Ted was so set on taking. She said that Liz thought it might be the tape of when we were last at the unit. I asked her if Liz was watching it now and she said that Liz said she would check it when she was alone and would let us know.
I told her that as far as I was concerned her watching everyone was OK, but I was having a problem with her doing her thing in front of them and never in front of me when I had asked her so often. I was sure I could work through that part and not say anything about it again. After that it was going to be a wait and see matter. I spooned her and kissed her neck and told her I loved her very much.
We were all up about by 6:30 am and decided to go out to Denny's for breakfast. Dave made a couple calls when we were done so the girls headed home and Dave and I went to meet the others at the unit. I was glad I knew some of them from around the neighborhood. It went well, only taking about twenty minutes to tear it down. It was light enough to lift easily into the back of my pick-up. We placed the attachments and drawers into the back of another truck and headed for the house.
I called Samantha so she would have something to eat and drink for everyone when we were done unloading. Dave asked me if I had the web addy for him to check out and I said I did, it was in my wallet on a card. I told him I would give it to him when we got to the house. I had forgotten about it before we left the house this morning, and besides, I wanted to see what Samantha and Liz's reaction would be when I gave it to him.
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Fantasy Overload
Old Barabus
All Rights Reserved
Part 5
It has been quiet for the last three days. Liz has been in and out finishing the paper work with Dave and Bob. Samantha and I had been going over her floor plans for the remodeling of the rec room. I wanted to get things back to normal, or what I thought were normal and as of yet I had not asked Samantha for the rest of the story. I did ask Dave to check and see what could be done to get everyone's OK to view the tape that had brought Samantha off of her guard tower. He said that anything was possible but would take some time. A lot of people were still jumpy with what Ted had done and several had pulled back from the group for the moment. He had found out that there were only two couples who had not been to the unit out of all of their members and those two had been out of town or they would have been there also.
When Samantha left Thursday morning to get her hair done, I asked Liz, "How are you coming along putting the film together? "
She said, "It should be done this evening."
I asked her how she was doing since she was in and out so much lately that I had not had much of a chance to talk to her. She said she was doing well with most of it but had found she missed having a warm body to snuggle to when she slept at night. I told her I could understand that. I told her I had to run out for a bit, and asked her to tell Samantha I would be back by dinner time, that if she needed me to call my cell.
I had been doing a lot of leg work looking for a track system that would handle the weight of the exam table, letting it move freely and lock in place when needed. Twice I thought I had found what was needed, only to find it didn't allow the piece to be locked in place. I had a new lead on a product that had just been released and from what I gathered did exactly what I needed. The only draw back was I had to go almost into the next state to see how it worked and place an order. When I arrived at my destination and walked into the showroom I sensed something was up by the looks I got when I entered.
I walked up to the receptionist window and told her I was there to talk to their new-products sales person about their new track system. She was blushing so bad that not only were her ears red but she was beet-red clear down to where her cleavage disappeared inside her dress. I asked if she was OK as she buzzed the sales rep's extension. She said she was OK, it was just a hot flash, then she told whoever was on the line that someone was there to see one of the new products. She asked me to have a seat; someone would be right out. I was getting nervous as she kept glancing at me and fidgeting. Someone came out their personnel door then ducked back in so quickly I didn't see who it was and I was getting ready to say the heck with it and look elsewhere.
As I was getting up to leave the door opened again revealing a young man and woman who seemed both surprised and pleased to see me. I was beginning to wonder if I had ever met either of them before as they acted like they knew me.
The young women introduced herself as Julia and the young man as Mark, and said they were the team in charge of the new track system they had developed. I asked if they had a display set up showing how their new track system worked so I could see if it was what I needed. They both stammered that they did but it was in their R&D department and was not open for visitors to see.
I asked them why they had offered it to contractors without pamphlets and told them that I had heard through the grapevine about their product, and that I had had to come here to place an order, as their packaging did not offer any means of contact. It was presented for commercial use only. They said they could show me the spec sheet and probably answer any questions I had.
I told them that I needed to see it to be sure it would do what I needed before placing an order. When they asked me about the application, I explained that I had a heavy metal cabinet that I wanted to be able to move for cleaning. That it was not on wheels, but with the weight involved I wanted to control its travel and be able to lock it in place. I wanted it recessed into the floor so tripping over it was not going to be a problem, at the same time not have to worry about dirt or items falling into it and jamming it up.
Julia said that the new product line did meet all of those requirements and showed me in the spec sheet what the load bearing capabilities were. It did indeed seem to be what I wanted but I still wanted to see it and look at it closely to see what would be involved in the installation. When I told them that I still wanted to see it they said they would be right back.
I walked over to their lobby windows and watched the traffic go by, wondering just what was going on here. Julia came back with an older gentleman who she introduced as Henry, the Vice-President of the company. They asked me to please follow them.
Henry asked me more questions about my requirements for a track system. I said it was of a personal nature and he said that he suspected as much. Henry looked at Julia, saying it was her brainchild and that under the circumstances she was to show me what I needed to see.
Julia was taken aback by Henry's words but said she would take care of it. I thanked Henry for his time. He thanked me for stopping by and if I had any questions when I was done to please let him know. As I followed Julia to the R&D department I was having little nagging thoughts, that for some odd reason they knew exactly what I wanted.
Julia said that they had a project that they had been working on to develop a heavy track system. It was still set up and operational and that I would without a doubt, see for myself, that it filled my needs perfectly. It could withstand heavy motion, at the same time not limit free movement when needed.
As she opened the door and motioned for me to go in first I was having second thoughts. Not sure why I did it but I stuck my head around the door, looking inside the room. I didn't see anything and pulled back and looked at Julia, saying I didn't see anything. She laughed and said to follow her as she walked into the room. Julia asked me why I was so jumpy. I explained that while it might be nothing, I had gotten the impression that Mark, Henry, the receptionist, as well as herself had all known me when I walked in.
Julia said that while I was familiar to them, none of them knew me. I was getting that sinking feeling again and was beginning to get upset. She asked me to please relax; she would explain everything as we went along. She hit a button on the wall and a rollup door opened, revealing an exam table just like the one I had installed on a track system. She asked me to look at it closely while she made a call. I walked over to the exam table looking closely to see just how it was attached to the track system. As I looked around the table and at the walls where the design was explained and how it worked, I was both impressed and pissed. It was indeed everything I needed.
Julia said she had someone on the phone that wanted to talk to me. I asked Julia what was going on and she said the person on the phone would explain everything to me. I took the phone and said hello. Low and behold Liz was on the line. I asked Liz if she had any more surprises for me. She said she did but that they could wait. She asked me why I had not told her I was coming out here, as she would have liked to see her sister. Without thinking I asked her who her sister was and Julia jabbed me in the ribs. When I turned to look at Julia, I was looking at a younger version of Liz and I could hear Liz laughing in the phone. Julia asked for the phone back so she could talk to her sister.
Dumbfounded I stood there looking at Julia as she talked to Liz, now it all made sense. I went over and sat on the table waiting for Julia to get done talking to Liz. When she finished talking and hung up she walked over and asked me if I had any questions about the track system. All I could think to ask was what the wear cycle was. She said that it had been in heavy trials 24/7 for three months and had not shown any wear yet. She asked me if I wanted to see a demonstration and I looked at her and said not at this time. She said that Liz had instructed her to fill my order and anything else I might need while there. I gave her the list of what I needed and how I was going to install it. She asked me if I was sure I didn't want anything else and I told her that the list I had given her was everything. She faxed the list with instructions for them to call her office when the order was ready.
As we walked to her office she told me that Liz had said the movie was finished and awaiting my return home, and that she felt it was everything I had wanted on it. Now I was uneasy and getting excited at the same time. She asked me if I was really going to view it the first time by myself. Why I was getting all that attention was beyond me. I was not after a quickie or an affair; it made me nervous. I told her that I felt it was a personal matter and I did not know her well enough to discuss it. She said that was OK, she would find out later and save me from being bashful. We talked about Liz and what she might have planned for the future until she got the call--my order was ready. When I went to pay for my order Henry came out and told me it was free of charge. I asked him why and he said that the orders were pouring in for the tracking system and that they were glad they had received the call to make it. I thanked Julia, Mark and Henry for their help. Now to make it back home while thinking about the tape.
I made it home only to find the house empty, my dinner in the oven, and a note saying Liz and Samantha were at her place with some buyers. They would be a while since all three couples who had placed bids were there at the same time. I grabbed my dinner and a cold beer and headed for the rec room where Liz had said the tape would be.
There were two notes sitting on top of the tape. One note was from Samantha and the other from Liz. I read the note from Liz first. It stated that she had fuzzed out faces and sometimes, entire bodies to protect the identity of different people in some spots. That reminded me of the express mail package. If it was of our last night in the unit, I wanted it.
The note from Samantha asked me to remember what we discussed and that she loved me very much and hoped that the tape was really what I wanted to see.
I placed the tape in the VCR and stopped to reconsider watching it alone. I knew Samantha would prefer to watch it with me but I wanted to watch her, try to see what she was seeing and understand what it was that was really getting her juices flowing. If she was here she would be all over me and I would miss a lot of what was on the tape.
For better or worse I was going to watch it alone and hope for the best. It was just like Samantha had said the first time she went to watch. She was clothed in jeans and a light sweater. I could hear Liz saying to someone that Samantha had been good enough to let them use the unit in exchange for letting her watch what was going on. She was not to be touched or talked to.
Liz had kept an eye on Samantha the whole time. Only at the end did she join in with what was going on. The look on my wife's face gave away the excitement she was feeling. She even went so far as to rub her crotch against the arm of the love seat. I noticed she stayed way back from the naked bodies, but would bend this way and that to get a better view of what was going on. I could see beads of sweat on her forehead and her hair was sticking to her neck. When she put it in a ponytail, I could see her nipples pressing against her sweater without a problem. As everyone finished and began talking while they were dressing Samantha went over to the fridge and got a wine cooler rolling it across her forehead and cheeks.
Liz walked up and asked Samantha what she thought of her first live viewing. She was looking at Liz like she wanted and needed more. She told Liz that she was going to have to wear something so she could relieve how horny she was or she might do something stupid. I heard a woman's voice say that she should have stripped down and went for it. Nobody there would have minded seeing her taking care of herself. Liz said that maybe she should wear her bikini next time, as I would probably not mind that.
I could see how excited she was and in one sense I felt sorry for her. When my wife got as excited as she was, she had a hard time holding back. Pausing the tape I thought so far so good, and got up to get another beer and to take my tray back to the kitchen. While I was there I looked out the window at Liz's house, all the lights were on and I could see people moving room to room. OK back to the movie.
The next scene showed Samantha in her peach bikini with a light wraparound sitting in a lifeguard's chair. A whistle was resting between her breasts. She was watching whatever was going on below her intently when all of a sudden she blew her whistle and told someone to stop hogging her view. I could hear laughing in the background when she did it and a man told her she could have his view, anytime. I heard Liz remind whoever it was to remain a gentleman or leave. He said he was sorry but he was having problems doing his part while she sat there and not joining in. Liz said that was part of the excitement. Whatever was going on during the conversation, Samantha was watching very closely, and I watched her hand slid across her breasts, circling first one and then the other nipple. It was then that I saw her other hand was under the wraparound moving around her pussy. She was actually playing with herself, sitting above these people. The camera zoomed in on her face as she closed her eyes, rolling her head back, her mouth open and gasping. It was a very intense look on her face as her orgasm peeked. Whatever she had been watching had been good for her. As she came to her senses and looked out at the room again I heard them clapping and hooting at her. It looked like she was blushing but smiled and climbed down.
Liz could be heard telling her that she had looked good up there, and that she was coming along well, as far as holding her own. She asked my wife how she felt about it now. I heard Samantha say that she had an idea that might help her control herself more. Liz laughed and said it was time to head home.
I was beginning to feel tired but revved up too. I decided to take a shower real quick before I watched any more. I ejected the tape and headed upstairs so that when I was done showering I could watch it in bed or maybe on the courtesan loveseat we used off and on. I was thinking about Samantha and how she was losing her inhibitions while watching these live shows.
As I was toweling off, I thought I had heard the girls talking downstairs, but when I called down nobody answered. When I got my satin PJ shorts and housecoat on I went downstairs to see if they were home. Finding nobody downstairs and things still going full tilt at Liz's I shut most of the lights off and headed back upstairs to finish watching my movie.
I decided the loveseat would be better just in case I needed to pull Willie out and take the edge off. No sense in taking a chance of messing the bed up in case I over shot the towel. When I went to put the tape in, it wasn't where I had set it down. Just for the hell of it I checked the VCR and it was in there. I didn't remember putting it in but I had been groggy before my shower. Oh well, I walked over, plopped on the loveseat and hit play. Now I knew I had not rewound the tape any, and it was not where I had shut it off. Hmmm, I had someone checking up on me. I ejected the tape and took it with me as I slipped through the house to see which one of the girls was here. After checking all the rooms I went back to the kitchen for another beer. There was a note on the fridge door from Liz saying that they had restocked the patio fridge with wine coolers and beer and would be back by 9:30. It was 8:45 so I figured I had forty-five minutes to watch some more of the tape before they would be back.
When I started the movie again I had to fast forward probably five minutes of tape to get where I had stopped it. I was wondering who it was that had checked on me when I heard Liz on the take asking Samantha what was in the bag? She told Liz she would just have to wait and see. She climbed up into her chair and propped one leg up over the armrest and told everyone she was ready to watch.
This time she had her baby blue G-string bikini on and no wrap. She never really wore it too much that I knew of. It looked like my wife was getting into teasing, exposing herself more than I had ever seen her do even when we were in Jamaica a couple of years ago.
I could see her getting that look again and sure enough she started rubbing her breasts. Her nipples were stiffening and poking out nicely when someone asked her if she would show them off as she played. She just smiled and slowly lowered one cup of her top, exposing first one and then the other nipple, licking her fingers and running them over each nipple in turn. Damn she was hot; I could see the crotch of her bottoms getting a nice wet-spot.
A couple of minutes later, I watched her open her toy bag and pull out some lube and something I had not seen before. It looked like it might be made of silicone since it was a swirl of black and red. It was one of the newer style dildos, one side smaller than the other and offset. She lubed up one end and moved her bikini bottom over, closed her eyes and slowly slid it in and out of her pussy. It was only a couple of minutes before she was moaning, coming, slipping it in and out a little faster, working herself into a frenzy.
As She came and continued to work the dildo in and out of her pussy, I could hear the squishing noises. When she was done she opened her eyes and looked around below her and asked why everyone was watching her and not doing their own thing. She pushed the end of the dildo that was in her pussy in up to the flanged area then placed her legs together. It looked like she had grown a seven-inch red and black cock. She smiled and slowly started jacking off the dildo sticking out between her legs. I heard Liz tell her that she better stop because she had nowhere to put it.
Samantha said for now, but maybe some day she might, and wanted to practice. A guy said something about his standing invitation and Samantha said something back but all I heard was Liz raising her voice over both telling them that it was not going to happen. Liz appeared out of nowhere, standing next to the chair telling Samantha that the deal was to watch and not get involved. She told Samantha that if she could not do it she would not be invited anymore. My wife's face had a shocked look and she started saying how sorry she was and it would not happen again. She told my wife that she took her promises seriously and if she thought there was a problem she would fix it.
The guy who had been talking started on Liz for being a spoilsport and I heard Dave say he would take care of it. I had been wondering if I would hear Bob or Dave's voice on the tape. They had both said they were there at least once. I could hear but not see Dave telling this guy that they had been invited as guests and if he forgot his manners as a guest he would be removed and restricted from any more of the group's festivities. He knew the rules the group went by so he had no excuses. Whoever this guy was, he was a problem in the making; I could see it myself.
Now this was a new twist I hadn't heard anything about. I shut the tape off and pondered what I had just heard. It would seem that something had been overlooked or possibly forgotten about. I wanted so bad to believe what Samantha said. My wife had become a major voyeur, an exhibitionist, and so it would seem losing her self-control. I needed to call Dave and see if he would tell me more about this problem character.
I popped the tape out and headed for my den. I wanted this tape put away where it would be safe till I could finish viewing it. I had a safe put in the floor last year to keep documents in till I could get either to the lawyers or the safe deposit box at the bank. The combination was in my safe deposit box, which Samantha would gain access to when I died. I had several life insurance policies, etc. that Samantha did not know about. She had a thing about "facing death" and I wanted to make sure she was taken care of. So to avoid the fight, I had it done without her knowing, or so I thought anyway. Now I wasn't sure of much of anything.
The girls walked in laughing as I walked out of the den. I asked them how the bidding had gone. Liz said that Dave's wife was upset with him over not taking better care of her the night she kicked Ted out. That way Liz would have accepted her offer on the house and it would have been a done deal by now. It was shocking to me that things like this actually happened and that it was no big deal to those involved. I guess some might say they were a bunch of free spirits, but to me they were bordering on eccentric.
Liz asked me if the tape was satisfactory, and I told her that I had not finished viewing it yet, and that I had a couple of questions for them. Samantha said she would answer them for me tonight and Liz said I could ask her any questions I still had in the morning when she got back.
I told Liz that would be fine and that I would be looking forward to our talk. I asked Samantha if she was ready now or if she wanted to get a shower first. She said she wanted to talk to Liz for a minute but would be right up to shower.
After waiting twenty minutes for Samantha to come upstairs, I was beginning to reconsider watching the rest of the tape with her. I'm not sure what was going on, but I think it might have been a mistake giving her free reign to finish this fiasco. Starting first thing in the morning I was going to take an interest in everything that was going on, including my wife's activities.
I decided I needed to find out more of what was going on and went looking for the girls. I didn't want a confrontation; I just wanted answers. I ended up finding Liz in the guestroom, packing an overnight bag. I asked her to fill me in tomorrow on how things were going.
She asked me what Samantha had said about her movie. I said that we had not talked yet and that was mainly the reason I was there. She was shocked that Samantha hadn't told me anything yet. I said I was going to watch the second half with her but she hadn't come upstairs yet, and that after twenty minutes I had come looking for her. Maybe a half an hour now, as I had looked around the house before coming to Liz's room. I asked Liz if she knew what was going on with Samantha.
Liz said that she had seemed to be upset with something but that she figured that it was just us working things out. I said that as far as I knew there was nothing to work out, as Samantha had basically told me everything and I had said that if that was all she did, I could live with it. Liz said that I needed to talk to my wife soon. When I asked her why she said that if Samantha had not talked to me when she got back, the three of us would sit down and talk till all the questions had been answered. I said that would be fine, as I would be home all day tomorrow. I thanked her for making the tape and she said it again, that I had to talk to my wife tonight.
What Liz said was making me nervous, and where was Samantha. I locked the door behind Liz as she left and went in search of my wife. I looked in all the rooms downstairs and she was no place to be found. I grabbed the tape from the safe and headed upstairs. I heard the shower shut off and went into the bathroom, what I saw was not what I thought I would find.
Some woman with short blond hair and a small red rose tattooed on both of her ass cheeks was bent over toweling her legs off. Just as I was asking who in the hell she was, she turned around, looked me in the eye and asked me if I liked the new her. I was shocked, dumfounded, and speechless. I just stood there staring at her. Samantha said that in the twelve years we had been married, she had never seen me look so shocked.
Cutting her hair was a big item, but going from dark red to blonde... I asked her if that was permanent and Samantha asked me what I thought of them. I was still confused and asked her why she felt she needed to make such a big change in how she looked. I told her that I had always loved her long hair, how silky it felt when she was on top. I gave her a big hug and kissed her neck, as I told her I loved her very much, no matter what.
I changed the subject by asking her to watch the second half of the tape with me. I felt it was only fair to her if she did. She asked me if I was sure that was what I wanted and I told her I thought it best this way. I gave her another kiss and said I would be right back with some wine coolers and asked her to meet me on the loveseat. I think I saw the beginning of tears in her eyes and I told her everything was OK, I would be right back.
I rushed downstairs and grabbed a six-pack and a cold Gel-Pac to keep them cold. She was sitting on the end of the bed holding the remote. She looked at me and the tears started to run. I sat down next to her and asked her what was the matter, I told her again that I loved her very much and that would not change.
She said that she had wanted to watch the movie with me but she wanted me to keep an open mind. I said that wasn't going to be a problem. From what I had seen so far she was really getting into being a voyeur and an exhibitionist. I offered her my hand to help her up and walked over to the love seat and started the tape.
As the tape rolled on I asked Samantha about the time she had gotten down from the chair. Her reply was that it should be on the tape somewhere. I put my arm around her as we drank our wine coolers and watched and listened.
This segment of the film showed her wearing a lime green g-string bikini. The top barely covered her nipples it was so small. I asked her when she had bought it and she said that same day because she had already worn all the ones she had. I asked her when she had bought the double-ended silicone toy and she said that one she had borrowed from Liz.
As things got rolling on the tape she started running her fingers up and down my shaft giving me a major hard-on. I asked her to be good so if I had any questions I would be able to ask instead of jumping on her. She said that was fine by her because she had been hoping for some good ol' fashion bone-jumping sex. I told her we would but I wanted to see her get off on the tape first. She said OK
I lifted my ass up so she could move my PJ's out of the way. I was going to say something of the same to her when she paused the tape, stood up, and dropped her nightgown to the floor. Then she squatted down to my feet, grabbed the legs of my PJ's and yanked them off, saying that was better. I told her she looked fantastic and to get back up here so we could continue watching where we left off.
She slid back up and rested her head in my lap, lying on the bottom of the chair. She hit play and started breathing heavily on my cock. I said that was not fair and she told me to watch the movie or it would get more unfair.
I was now watching my wife fingering her pussy with one hand while pinching and pulling on her nipple. The camera zoomed in showing her eyes glossed, her mouth slightly open, and her chest was heaving. Whatever was going on below her, she was having a hard time seeing because she was leaning one way, then the other. She was getting frustrated but didn't slow down working on her nipple or pussy. Then all of a sudden she stopped and started down the ladder. I could hear Liz telling her to get back up on her seat. Whatever it was that she had not been able to see, she now could by the expression on her face. Then Liz was there turning her around and pushing her back to the chair. As Samantha grabbed a hold of the chair and pulled it about two feet closer, Liz smacked her ass and said to get moving. Samantha was up in the chair in no time flat. She spun around and her eyes widened at whatever it was she was seeing. She latched a hold of a nipple and started pulling and twisting it. The camera shot pulled back a little showing her hand stuffed in her pussy. I thought sure as shit her whole hand was in there but the camera zoomed in and it was only two, then three fingers.
Damn, I nearly jumped off the chair as Samantha suddenly sucked my cock into her mouth. When I had moved I had jammed what she did not have in her mouth in. She was bobbing on my cock like crazy. I started to say something and she pulled her mouth off my cock and said don't, just watch, and then she engulfed me yet again. How in the hell was I supposed to watch when I was getting the best suck job of my life!
When I looked up she had four fingers working in and out of her pussy at once and her other hand had moved from her nipple to her clit rubbing furiously. As I was thinking damn this is hot stuff she closed her hand, aligning all her fingers and thumb into beak-like form and was trying to get it all inside her pussy. I was getting close to blowing my load and told Samantha so. She started working that sweet spot just below my nuts and sucking harder on me. Damn this was hot! As she started babbling and tossing her head back and forth on the chair she let out a scream--she was coming--and I blew what must have been the mother of all loads into my wife's mouth. I had to hold her head from bobbing on me because I could not handle it any more. I could feel drool and cum running down on my nuts and into the crack of my ass as she pulled her head off of my cock.
When I looked back at the screen Samantha was barely in the seat and was beginning to slide off when Liz and someone else grabbed her and carefully laid her on the couch. Liz had fuzzed out the face of the guy but I could tell he was a fairly good size guy.
I paused the tape and asked Samantha what was so exciting that she had lost it like that. She said she would tell me as I ate her pussy. She swung her legs up on top of the love seat, placing one on each side of my head, then she slid down until her pussy was up against my mouth and said please, she needed it. I started licking and sucking on her pussy while rubbing her nipples between my thumb and finger. She said that there was a guy with a strange looking dick in the group. He had a standing invitation to only the women. Any woman who wanted to be fucked by him had to fuck him with a strap on first. He wasn't gay, but felt that any woman desperate enough to do it was worth him fucking her in return, in the hole he chose to fuck them in first time. His cock looked something like a sugar cone. The tip was about an inch and a half in diameter but at the base it was almost three inches in diameter, and it was about eight inches long. Samantha had watched this guy fuck a woman hard for ten minutes before coming what looked like a half a cup.
She sucked my cock back into her mouth, bobbing away and rubbing her cunt in my face. I sucked her clit into my mouth twirling it with my tongue the best I could as I tried to work a finger into her ass. I had to forget working on her nipple and try to hold her steady so I could breathe. She must have gotten tired because she was now deep-throating me and not bobbing up and down like she had, or maybe too much blood had gone to her head.
I lifted her up a little and slid out from under her, then picked her up and laid her on the end of the bed. She was in a dazed state but moaning that she needed me to fuck her hard. I lifted her legs, placing her ankles on my shoulders and drove my cock hard and fast into her sopping pussy. I don't remember her ever leaking this much cum out of her pussy. It was making slurping sounds; the more I fucked her the louder her cunt got on the outward strokes.
She started moaning and tossing her head, telling me to stuff my cock in her ass, to make her cum hard. When I pulled it out of her pussy and went to stuff it in her ass, she started thrusting her ass against my cock. I didn't want to just shove it in and possibly tear her, but on her third upward thrust she got the head in and things went nuts from there. She bent towards me and grabbed my hips pulling me toward her and thrust her hips up at the same time driving my cock to the hilt in her ass. She was like a mad woman thrusting her ass onto my cock. I didn't see any blood so I went along for the ride, driving down as she thrust up. I hoped like hell as I pounded her ass that she would be OK in the morning. She told me to cum in her ass, to shoot my hot load of cum in her ass, that when she felt my hot load shooting into her ass she would cum for me.
Hurray, faster, faster, harder, jam it in her ass and come for her. It felt like my heart was ready to jump out of my chest as I told her I was coming in her tight ass. That I was going to fill her ass with my cum. She clenched her asshole, squeezing my cock at the same time savagely thrusting her ass onto it.
As I gave a final thrust she dropped her legs off my shoulders, wrapping her legs around my hips and pulled me as far into her as she could, saying she could feel my hot cum splashing in her ass.
I was gasping for air and so was she. When I asked her if she was OK she asked me to play with her clit just the way we were for a couple of minutes--she could feel a big cum right at the edge and wanted it. She was squeezing my cock with her muscles as I rubbed her clit with one hand and twisted a nipple with the other. I started twitching my cock in her ass like I was shooting some more cum in her as she strained against me, coming. Then she passed out.
I stood there working hard to catch my breath, my knees braced against the bed, thinking, damn she was one hot piece of ass. I was finally able to pull out and away from her, going into the bathroom and ran a warm bath for her. She was sound asleep curled up on the bed when I went back in.
I lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom and gently laid her in the water, crawling in behind her, letting her rest against my chest. I soaped up a wash cloth and started washing her shoulders and neck, working my way down to her breasts and stomach. I was rubbing her soap-covered breast softly, not centering my attention on her nipples just the whole breast.
She asked me what I thought of what she had said and done while we were making love. I told her that she was a very loving and giving woman. That I had enjoyed what we had done and that I was looking forward to doing new things with her. I thought she was the hottest woman I had ever seen on tape.
I asked her to turn around so I could wash her feet and legs and let her bottom soak. She said her bottom was a little tender but not too bad. I washed her feet and proceeded to wash her legs. I rinsed them off and started lightly running my fingers on the soles of her feet tickling her. She was giggling, asking me to stop wiggling her toes, pulling her foot away.
I stopped tickling her feet and grabbed a hand towel that I had placed next to the tub. Lightly wiping her foot dry I placed light kisses on her toes. She started squirming as I sucked on first one and then another of her toes. I asked her if she wanted me to stop and she said no, it felt divine. She said that she was glad I wasn't upset with her. I told her that I was but not over what she thought I would be upset over.
When I asked her if the tats were permanent she pulled her foot away from me and stood up and turned, asking me what tats. Sure enough they were almost gone. I opened the drain, letting the water out and pulled the shower doors shut, then started running water from the showerhead. Playing along I said that they must be under the soap bubbles and would have to rinse them off to see better. When I had her rinsed off, she turned her back to me, sticking her ass out provocatively. I leaned over and looking closely, I could barely make them out, and bit her ass. She squealed and jumped out of the tub laughing, and grabbed a towel and ran to the bed.
I finished rinsing off and grabbed a towel but before I could start wiping off Samantha said she wanted to do it. She lightly wiped me down, kissing me softly as she finished one spot and moved on to another. As she got down to my waist and wiped my ass and legs, I told her she had missed something. She said she had not forgotten anything. My cock was hard and begging for her attention again. She asked me if I wanted something and I replied with a smile, anything I can get away with.
She asked me to lie on my back on the bed and she would think about what she might have to offer. I said I would take it with a smile. She slid up along side of me placing her head on my hip with my cock an inch from her mouth. She would flick her tongue out every couple of seconds licking and breathing warm air on my cock, making it jump. I waited to see what she was going to do, running my hand through her short hair. She said that if I really wanted to fuck her again I could but she was a little tender.
I said if she could handle me eating her pussy that would be fine with me. She thought about it a minute and said she would get on top, so if she got too tender she could move away. As she got up I slid down some allowing room for her feet. She settled on top of me then said not to suck on her clit as it was tingling still every time she moved her legs. She engulfed my cock with amazing ease as my tongue made contact with her pussy lips. She lifted her head off my cock and said it's a good thing it was the weekend. I smelled and tasted like her beauty soap, and went back down on me. I forgot I had used her soap when I was washing her body. Oh well I liked the smell on her and I would take a quick shower again when we were done.
I had only licked her for a couple of minutes when she said her clit was too sensitive and pulled away. She said she wanted to try something new and asked me to get up. She lay down with her head hanging off the end of the bed and told me to come to her and fuck her mouth while pinching her nipples. We had talked about this but had never tried it. She opened her mouth, placed her hands on my ass cheeks. She licked me once and said to be gentle, she would let me know if I was going too fast and she was having problems breathing. Looking down at her as my cock was thrusting into her mouth was a big turn on for me. I was holding back from shoving in the whole way. If she wanted more she was going to have to pull it into her throat. That was the only reason I had never agreed to try it this way. All the other ways she was in control and could take it as deep as she wanted.
She pushed me back where my cock popped out of her mouth and told me I was in charge, and if I wanted my cock in her throat I had to put it there. She would let me know if there was a problem, and why was I not pinching her nipples. OK, this was new too.
I held my cock to her lips and said open wide. I had both of her nipples between my fingers as she opened her mouth and sucked me into the back of her mouth. I asked if I was pinching her nipples hard enough and when she didn't make a motion I pinched harder and she bobbed her head once. I flexed my cock a couple times and started to fuck her mouth again. I must not have been eager enough as she got a pissed look on her face and tried to push me back again. I said I wanted it all and started forcing more and more of my cock into her mouth and down her throat. She started rubbing the backs of my legs and ass cheeks as I worked my cock farther down her throat. If this is what she needed now I was going to give it to her. I said I was going to cum soon, to suck harder or I was going to stick it somewhere else. She pushed me back and let my cock out of her mouth then spun around on the bed, laid on her side, pulling her knees up to her chest with her ass on the edge of the bed and said pick a hole. I moved up and grabbed her hip with one hand, my cock in the other. Her pussy was excited; glistening juices had run out and down her ass. I rubbed my cock between her holes, saying eeny, meenie, minie, moe and shoved it in her pussy. She moaned and said to give it to her hard. I did.
I wanted back into her tight ass, but needed to loosen it up some. I placed my other hand at the small of her back and slid my thumb over her asshole spreading her juices. When I put pressure against it, it opened right up and my thumb slid in to the first knuckle. She said it felt good having my thumb in her ass. I started working my cock really hard in and out of her pussy and held my hand out so my thumb would move in and out of her ass each time I bumped into it. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and my thumb out of her ass. I gave her ass a smack and said don't move, I wanted something and would be right back.
I got the biggest of the three silicone dildos and the KY out of the night stand, coating the dildo and my cock as I walked to where her ass was hanging out. I pushed the dildo in and out of her pussy a couple times before I left it in the whole way. Then I put my cock against her rose bud and pushed it into her ass. She moaned and said to be gentle. I asked her who was in charge now, her or me. She wanted me in charge before so I was in charge now.
I left the dildo in place as I started slowly moving in and out of her ass. The dildo had made it a tight fit at first but she was loosening up now. I started moving the dildo a little as I pumped in and out of her ass. She said it felt good but different. I held the base of the dildo against my hip so they were both moving in and out simultaneously and picked up speed. I asked her if this was what she wanted, only the real thing. Two cocks in her bottom holes and maybe a pussy or another cock to suck on while we pounded her holes. She was breathing heavily and bearing down on my cock hard now. She didn't answer me until I pinched her ass. She said she needed, not wanted, more. I picked up speed and gasping, she told me she wanted it all, everything we had talked about. I was pounding her ass and cunt hard now as I felt my load getting ready to explode. I said we were going to do a lot more as soon as we could. I told her I was going to shoot in her ass again and she started wiggling which shot me up and over the top. She said she could feel me shooting in her ass but nothing in her pussy, and I said there would be soon enough.
After we calmed down and I pulled my cock out of her ass and the dildo out of her pussy we headed back to the bathroom for another shower. She was having problems walking and I asked her how she was going to handle three guys working her holes, when she had trouble with just me. She stopped and told me it was my job to get her in shape for it.
I asked her if she was hungry after we had showered and settled down the rest of the way. She said she was, but was in no shape to walk downstairs to the kitchen, let alone cook something. I told her if she wanted a hoagie I would call it in, she said that was fine with her. By the time I went downstairs grabbed some wine coolers and chips the delivery guy pulled in. I paid him, locked up and ran back upstairs.
I asked her to tell me what she wanted to try, not what she might want to do, but what she wanted to do. I said I know what we had discussed but I wanted her to be certain on each detail.
I said that we would talk to Liz in the morning and set some ground rules. I said that as far as I was concerned, as long as I was there, and we had discussed what was going to happen, I would not have any problem with it. We would do nothing without the other's consent before, not after. It was just fucking, and not making love. I told her I would do my best to make sure she got enough loving from me and enough sex to keep her happy. Those were the rules for now. She said that the rules were fine as long as they went both ways.
I asked her if Liz had let her watch the tape of the three of us the last time. I told her I was not going to touch another woman unless she told me to, that I had no interest in fucking other women--she had always been more than I ever needed. I had wanted to do more for her and nothing for myself. If she was part of it I was happy to help. I even felt nervous when a woman hit on me and sometimes I got rude with them, saying I was a very happily married man.
She said that Liz was surprised when I would not touch her that night after all she had done to help me. I said ya, but I warned her I would not touch her before she agreed to help me. I said that I thought of her as Samantha's friend and not as a fuck. I said I did glance at women at times but I always compared them to her and none ever came close.
I told her it had been some time since I had shot three loads this fast in one day. She said it had crossed her mind too and she was happy to get them all. She said she too had noticed how uncomfortable I got when women would get close and flirt with me. It looked like I wanted to run from them like a scared little boy sometimes. I said I did not find it amusing, I was being faithful to my wife.
I asked her if she wanted to use that dildo on that guy, because she was not going to do it to me. She said she had considered it but the guy was an asshole and a creep. She had asked Liz about him and she said that he was an out of town brother to someone in the group. I told Samantha that I had got the track for the table and contractors were coming tomorrow. I told her I was going to have a doorway put in to the deck I wanted off the rec room. She said that Liz wanted to talk to us about some things too.
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Joan's Lesson in Success
Anonymous
(c) 1996
All Rights Reserved
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M+/FF, wives, orgy, prost
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When Hal Jensen left Allen Spencer's that Saturday morning he didn't know what he would tell his wife Joan about what had happened at the "poker party." He only knew that he had just had the most erotic experience of his life.
Ever since the group had decided last month that it would help Allen had talked his wife and her friend into holding an auction, a sex auction, to fulfill a fantasy she had as a birthday present, he had been looking forward to the party. Hellen, Allen's wife, and Vicki Holman were hot looking women and Hal still couldn't believe that they would do something like that, and no one had anticipated that the party would go on all night.
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A few weeks ago when Allen asked if he wanted to contribute an additional two hundred dollars so they could bid on Vicki as well as Helen he eagerly agreed. He had never seen the redhead but based on Allen's description she sounded delicious.
The two times that he got to fuck Vicki confirmed that it was certainly money well spent but it did leave him with a dilemma as to how to explain things to Joan. The rest of the men in the poker group were either members of the Glen Creek Club or had been at the auctions with their wives so they had no problem explaining their behavior.
Joan and Hal knew about the club and had even been asked to join but they both felt that this lifestyle wasn't for them. Such blatant infidelity was beyond the bounds of their values. Hal did find his mind wandering quite a bit lately when an attractive woman caught his eye but he had so far been able to resist any temptation to play around.
That all changed a month ago when Allen suggested to the group that they chip in so Herb Wagner could purchase Helen at the next club auction. Then they would all gang bang her at the next poker night. Hal's commitment to fidelity was pushed past its limit. Helen Spencer was one of the sexiest women that he had ever met and Hal couldn't pass up the chance to fuck her.
He originally looked at the anticipated tryst as something sneaky and not very honorable but what Joan didn't know wouldn't hurt her. When fucking Vicki Holman was added to the equation Hal's conscience didn't take much note because he was already anticipating having sex with one other woman.
As the party last night reached its peak with the guys taking turns filling Helen and Vicki's various openings Hal knew that he didn't want to leave at the usual time and go home. He mentioned his problem to Allen who offered to call Joan and tell her that Hal had too much to drink and shouldn't drive in his condition. In his aroused state, Hal agreed with that plan.
When Joan offered to come and get Hal, Allen said that he thought Hal would be better off staying with them for the night. They would see that he got home first thing in the morning. Joan seemed somewhat unconvinced but did agree to let Hal spend the night at the Spencer's.
Now it was first thing in the morning and Hal had to face the music. However, as he drove toward home his mind kept wandering back to the two times that he had fucked both of the women.
He was amazed that he had been able to get it up that many times in such a short time but these were very unusual circumstances. He had never experienced such sexual excitement. Hal used to think that his and Joan's sex life was pretty good. They had tried a lot of things together. Joan had learned to be an expert at cocksucking and she even tolerated an occasional invasion of her asshole.
Lately though he felt that their lovemaking was tending toward the routine and even getting pretty boring. He had never discussed this development with Joan and he had no idea that Joan might be feeling the same way.
As Hal turned into their driveway his thoughts suddenly refocused on his wife. She would be pissed, no doubt about it. Hal was not someone who ever drank to excess so he doubted that she believed Allen's story. Dozens of other possible explanations bounced around in his head.
He quickly discarded each of them as being implausible. As he entered the front door, he realized that his only way out may be to tell the truth and hope that Joan would be somewhat understanding of his transgression. He wasn't very optimistic however.
"Hi honey, is that you?" Joan called from the kitchen.
"Yes, it's me," Hal answered.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Joan asked as she came to meet him in the hall. "You must have a terrible hangover."
"Well, fortunately it's not nearly as bad as I expected," Hal replied. "I guess I deserve far worse. Is that fresh coffee I smell?"
"Yes. I made a pot when I found out you'd be home soon," Joan replied.
"How'd you find that out?" Hal asked feeling somewhat suspicious about how much his wife seemed to know.
"I called the Spencer's a bit ago. Allen said that you had just left."
"Oh. Did he say anything else?" Hal asked. He was afraid that Allen might have made up more tidbits about last night that could end up trapping him if he wasn't careful.
"No, he just said that he hoped that you didn't feel too badly today. But why do you ask? Is there something more that I should know. I don't buy his story you know. You don't ever drink too much and you really don't seem very hungover now. I'd like to hear from you what really happened last night."
"Let me get a cup of coffee and then we'll talk about it, OK?" Hal replied. His heart was suddenly in his throat as he realized that his worst fears about Joan's attitude were correct. She knew him too well.
Hal got his cup of coffee and then he and Joan sat down at the kitchen table. Hal was relieved to notice that Joan seemed more curious than angry. He hoped that attitude wouldn't change.
"OK, Hal, out with it. What happened?" Joan prodded him.
"Well, I did have more to drink last night than I can remember having in a long, long time," Hal began, "but you're right. That isn't the real reason I didn't come home. You see yesterday was Helen's birthday. We did a little celebrating last night."
"Ah," Joan replied, "so she had a sleep-over. Is that it? Look Hal, I used to have sleepovers on my birthday too but I quit that when I was ten or eleven... and besides my sleepovers were all girls. So tell me how did you celebrate anyhow?"
Hal knew that he now had no way out. At least Joan hadn't flown off the handle yet and perhaps she already suspected what had happened. It was some comfort to Hal that Joan and Helen had known each other for several years. They weren't particularly close friends but they did seem to get along well with each other and Hal had never heard Joan express any animosity toward Helen for any reason.
"Well, that's sort of how it turned out," Hal continued. "You see, Helen has had this fantasy for a long time and Allen decided to make it happen for her birthday."
"Fantasy...what sort of fantasy?" Joan asked in a somewhat suspicious tone. "Are the Spencer's members of that club?" she continued.
"Why...ye...ye...yes, I think they are," Hal answered very hesitantly. "But why, what has that got to do with anything?"
"I just wondered if they were into those wild sex sort of things that the club does," Joan answered. "So what kind of fantasy was this... a gangbang?"
"Yes," Hal whispered. "It was a gang bang."
The look of disgust on Joan's face told Hal that she was not amused by his answer. "So tell me, who all was in on this? Was it all of your poker buddies? Did you all spend the night pounding the mattress with Helen? And where was Allen? Surely he wasn't around when this was taking place?"
"Yes it was all of the poker gang... and yes Allen was right there with us. He had set it up and he seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. In fact that really surprises me now that I think about it."
"Holy shit," Joan exclaimed. "I can't believe it. My devoted husband and his friends all fucked the wife of another friend while he watched. Is that it? Does she have no shame? How could a woman do such a thing? How could you do it Hal?"
"Look, I know I shouldn't have done it," was all that Hal could think of to say. "I know it's a terrible thing to be unfaithful. I guess I just succumbed to a moment of weakness. I'm sorry."
"Well, I want you to know that I find that sort of behavior shameful and disgusting," was Joan's parting comment as she got up and left the room.
Hal was amazed that there had been no big blowup. He was also surprised that Joan instinctively seemed to know what had happened. He had no idea that his conservative wife had any idea about such things as gangbangs. It was certainly a term and a concept that the two of them had never discussed before. Hal was also grateful that the fact that there were two women involved hadn't come up and probably wouldn't. He was in enough trouble over having fucked just one.
The discussion about Hal's infidelity continued off and on for the rest of the day. Throughout the conversation, Joan remained very calm although she did speak about the incident in very stern judgmental tones.
If Hal hadn't had such a good time fucking Helen and Vicki, he might have felt more contrite. Perhaps the lack of sincerity in Hal's repeated apologies irritated Joan more than the realization as to what he had done. Finally late in the day the first real progress was made in their dialogue.
"Is there something lacking in our relationship?" Joan asked.
"Well, I guess I should ask you the same thing," Hal replied. "Don't you think that things have gotten pretty routine lately. Sex isn't nearly as exciting as it used to be. How do you feel?"
"I agree, but is that an excuse to fuck someone else? I mean I haven't done anything like that."
"No, I didn't say it was an excuse," Hal responded defensively. "Look, I've already said several times that I'm sorry. Maybe it's just natural to think about things like that if you're kind of bored. Don't you ever think about it?"
"Heavens no!" Joan retorted. "At least not in any specific way I don't."
"Haven't you ever thought about making it with any guys that you meet or see? Don't you ever wonder what some guy might be like in bed?"
"No, I haven't. I don't think much about anything to do with sex anymore. I just figure it's something that I've outgrown, so to speak."
"That's terrible. You mean that you don't like sex any more?"
"Oh, no. I still like it, I guess, but I've gotten used to the idea that the electricity goes away. It's just not like it used to be when we first got married, and I accept that as natural."
Hal was both surprised and disappointed at Joan's response. Having just had a great sexual awakening, he felt his hopes of a regenerated sex life dashed by a sex partner who was losing interest in sex. He didn't know what exactly he wanted sexually from Joan at the moment, but he knew that whatever it was couldn't happen with someone who wasn't excited about sex.
Then another big step forward was made as Joan said, "Look, I'm almost afraid to ask but is there something wrong with me? The way I look or the way I dress? I know that Helen is a very attractive woman. She always looks so good and dresses so well. Most women would give anything to look as good as her."
Suddenly Hal felt a real sense of guilt for the first time. He had not meant to make Joan feel jealous, but he had.
"No darling. There is nothing wrong with you. You look as wonderful and pretty as you did the day I married you."
This was no lie. Joan had diligently worked to maintain her trim figure and she had been blessed with a very pretty face which looks as youthful as on their wedding day nearly twenty years ago. She weighs the same as then although time has redistributed the weight slightly. Since she is 5' 6" tall she carries that weight well and she has no sags or bulges. She now measures a healthy 35-24-36.
Over the years, one inch had slipped from her breasts to her hips but she still looked fantastic. About ten years ago on a lark she bleached her medium brown hair a golden blonde and once Hal got used to the change he insisted that she keep it that way.
"In anyone's book you are easily as pretty as Helen or any other woman that I know," Hal continued. "I'm sure any man would agree with that."
If there was anything about Joan that Hal would like to change, it was the way she dressed. When she married Hal, she was one of the most stylish women he had ever known. As Joan passed the thirty mark, she began to wear more conservative styles... styles that were also more the trend at the time.
As she neared forty she began to wear clothes that Hal thought were more appropriate for his mother than his wife. Her skirts, when she wore them, had grown longer and longer so that the norm now is several inches below her knee.
Most of the time these days Joan wore slacks. Even her best eveningwear was pants suits. Her selection of blouses was much less sexy with few frills or lace. None of them were sheer enough to reveal the bra she had on under it, which was just as well because her bras and the rest of her lingerie were now designed for utility, not for looks. Although Joan's breasts were still firm enough to need no support she wouldn't think of going out without a bra.
Those times when they had gone out on special occasions with Joan wearing a sheer blouse and no bra were only distant memories now. Hal no longer enjoyed watching her dress or undress just so that he could get a look at her sexy undies. The final insult for Hal was that she wore only pantyhose. Joan no longer even owned a garter belt or stockings or even thigh-highs.
Hal wanted to find a way to discuss Joan's wardrobe with her but he never could work up the courage to do it. He tried buying her the kinds of sexier styles that he liked but his gifts were greeted with such firm rebuke that he gave that up as a lost cause. Perhaps, Hal thought as he pondered Joan's question, this is the opportunity that I've been hoping for.
"There is one thing though that maybe we can talk about now that you've brought it up," Hal went on somewhat tentatively.
"What's that?" Joan asked. "What's the problem?"
"Well, it's not a problem really... it's just that you used to wear such sexy clothes. I wish you still did," Hal confessed.
"I've gotten older Hal. Women in their forties don't dress like women in their twenties. Some of them try and they look pretty silly doing it."
"I agree that many of them shouldn't. In fact I don't mean you have to wear the outrageous fashions that college girls wear today. But that doesn't mean you have to dress like a dowdy old maid either."
"Dowdy? Did you say dowdy? Is that how you think I dress?" Joan asked with a tone of pain in her voice.
"Do other women your age dress like you do?" Hal asked trying to avoid a direct answer to her question. "I don't think they do. I know some that are pretty sharp dressers."
"Such as?" Joan said. She started to ask Hal to name them and then thinking about how well dressed Helen always seemed to be she thought better of it. However, her curiosity got the better of her and she continued. "By the way what was Helen wearing last night...that is when she was dressed...if she was dressed?"
"She had on a white cocktail dress. It was kind of sexy."
"Well, a slut would dress that way," Joan answered sarcastically. "Surely you don't think I should dress like a slut, do you?"
"No, of course not, but I don't think that Helen looked slutty at all. In fact, her dress would be quite appropriate at a nice cocktail party. It was the sort of dress that you used to wear not too long ago... and that I think you'd look fantastic in now. In fact I think you'd look even better in it than Helen looked."
It dawned on Hal that Joan equated looking sexy with looking slutty. "Do you think that a woman who looks sexy is a slut?" he asked. "Is that it?"
"It depends on how old they are," Joan replied. "Older women shouldn't look that way. At least that's the way I've been taught."
"Whoa! Wherever did you learn that? I think women should want to look and feel sexy until the day they die... and I hope for you that's not for a long, long time."
"So tell me," Joan went on, "what was Helen's dress like? Was it super-short and so tight she had to be peeled out of it? Is that what you liked about it?" She remembered that she used to have a few dresses like that many years ago and Hal really seemed to like them.
"No, it was almost knee length and it did fit her quite snugly but it wasn't like she looked poured into it or anything. It wasn't anything extreme at all."
"And you'd like for me to dress that way? Is that it?" Joan asked hesitantly. She was beginning to see the light. Maybe she was going overboard with this "dressing my age" bit.
"And you don't think I'd look ridiculous if I did?" she went on.
"Not at all," Hal assured her. "You said earlier that you thought Helen looked good and dressed well. Well I meant it when I said I think you'd look even better. But dressing differently is not all there is to it. I wish you thought of yourself as a sexy woman... that you were still interested in sex."
"You mean you think I'd look good enough that a bunch of men would want to spend the night using my body... and that I'd want them to do it?" Joan said with a rather mischievous grin.
"I can't believe you said that and I don't think that's what I had in mind but I'm sure that a lot of men would jump at the chance," Hal replied. He hadn't thought about that possibility but he was sure that he didn't want his wife doing anything like that.
"If you feel like that why haven't you ever said anything about it before. I mean why did you have to go off and screw some other woman instead?" Joan asked again with a tone of jealousy and hurt.
"I've sure wanted too," Hal declared. "I've tried to think of ways to get you to dress like you used for a long time. I didn't want to make you angry or hurt your feelings so I guess I just kept my mouth shut. But I did buy you the kind of things I wished you'd wear. You always returned them or just put them away and never wore them. Do you remember that?"
"Yes, I remember. I didn't think you were serious. I thought this was some sort of practical joke or something. Some of those things were pretty outrageous, you know."
"Some of them were," Hal admitted as he remembered the crotchless panties and the half-bra that he bought her as a Valentine Day gift one year. He also bought a micro-length skirt and a blouse that was so sheer that it hid nothing. He hadn't really meant for Joan to wear them in public but he did fantasize about it.
"Most of them were pretty normal though," he continued. "I don't think knee length skirts or frilly white blouses are anything that couldn't be worn in public. In fact, you used to wear a lot shorter skirts and much more sheer blouses. And you also used to wear garter belts and sexy panties and bras like the ones I bought you last year."
"I guess," Joan said skeptically. "Maybe I've gone a bit overboard but I'm not sure how comfortable I'd be if I changed that much. I'll have to think about it."
"I sure wish you would," Hal concluded. "I sure wish you would."
The subject was dropped at that point. Hal was delighted that the episode hadn't gotten more ugly than it did. In fact, it seemed to him that there might be a very positive outcome if Joan was willing to act on their discussion. He wasn't sure what to do next but wisely decided to let Joan make the next move or reintroduce the issue when she was ready.
The next Monday night Hal was sitting in their study watching the football game when Joan came in and announced "I went shopping today on my lunch hour. Would you like to see what I got?"
At first, Hal was annoyed at the interruption but the possible significance of her announcement suddenly hit him. "Sure, I'd love to," he replied. "I hope this means what I think it means," he thought to himself.
"OK, just a minute," she said as she turned and went back to their bedroom.
Hal returned to watching the game. His back was to the door so he didn't see Joan's return.
"Well, what do you think?" she said.
Hal turned and couldn't believe his eyes. Here was his still sexy wife in the sort of outfit that she used to wear. She had on a pleated plaid skirt that ended just above the knee. Her white blouse was so sheer that he could see the sexy lace bra under it.
"WOW! It's fantastic!" he exclaimed. "You look like a million."
"That's not all," Joan said. "Want to see the rest?"
"Sure," Hal replied.
Joan lifted her skirt to reveal stocking tops. Then she pulled it higher until Hal could see that she was wearing a garter belt and panties that matched the bra. The lace on the panties was sheer enough that he could see the shadow of her brown beaver within.
"Do you like it?" Joan asked.
"Like it? I LOVE it! Sweetheart, you are the sexiest woman alive. I hope you're ready for the consequences of how much I like it," he said as he got up and swept her up in his arms.
"Hal, what are you doing?" she asked with a giggle.
"You'd better get out of those things if you don't want them messed up," he advised as he laid her down on their bed. "You're about to get the best fucking you've had in a long time."
Hal never did watch any more of the football game. He and Joan fucked and sucked each other more that night than they had in the last two months. The next morning Joan was awakened to find Hal about to slip his hard cock back into her cunt for the third fuck in the last few hours.
"Whatever has gotten into you?" she asked. "Does that mean that you like my new clothes?"
"Do I ever," Hal replied. "Thank you sweetheart for getting them."
"Well, I certainly do like the result and I must admit I'm surprised at how it's made me feel. I feel like a new woman. There is one problem though."
"What's that?"
"That stuff was expensive," she replied. "I mean the lingerie cost a fortune. I don't think I can afford to buy much of it."
"If that's what's holding you back from always dressing like that it's no problem. I'll buy you all of the new stuff that you want. In fact, I'd be delighted to do it. Just shopping for it should be a lot of fun."
The next weekend Joan and Hal went shopping. Joan's new wardrobe cost Hal nearly $3,000 but he was delighted with the result. Joan modeled each outfit for him and every one of them was stunning. He was married to a new person. Joan's appearance wasn't the only thing that changed. She acted like a different person. She began to flirt with him and tease him sexually. She acted like the woman he remembered from a few years ago.
Everything between them went wonderfully for about a month. Their sex life had taken on new life and this made them both a lot happier and more vibrant.
Then suddenly one Friday night things changed dramatically. Late in the afternoon Joan called Hal at his office and said she would be coming home late. Something had come up at her office and her boss wanted her to stay late to help take care of it. She apologized and said she'd be home as soon as she could.
Hal immediately became suspicious. In all of her five years at this job Joan had never worked late on a Friday and whenever she worked late on other nights she knew about it a day or two ahead of time. "What is going on?" he wondered anxiously. He had no choice but to wait and see.
Hal waited nervously at home for Joan to arrive. She hadn't said how long she'd be working so he had no idea when to expect her but when 9:00 PM came and went he started to get really worried. "I wish she'd call to say she's alright," he said to himself. "Maybe I should call her." He tried calling her office but there was no answer. This made him even more concerned.
Finally just before 11:00 PM he heard Joan's car in the driveway. He met her at the door. What he saw was a real shock. She looked like she had been through a street fight. Her clothes were disheveled and her makeup was smeared. Her hair looked like she hadn't brushed it in days.
"Are you alright?" he asked fearfully. "I was getting terribly worried."
"Yes, I'm fine," Joan replied calmly. "In fact I'm terrific. I didn't mean to worry you, but I just got laid. Now we're almost even."
Hal couldn't believe his ears. "You what?"
"I just got fucked and fucked really good. Don't I look it?" she went on.
"Yes, you sure do," Hal agreed. His heart sank as his wife announced her infidelity. "But why did you do it?" he asked.
"You did it first, remember?" she answered. "I just wanted to try it to see what it's like...and to get even I guess."
"OK. OK, so I guess I deserved it, but who with? Who is the guy?" Hal suddenly felt a great sense of curiosity about what Joan had just done. He also sensed that he was getting aroused as he looked at her and realized what she had just done.
"It was Phil," she replied.
"Holy shit! You mean you just fucked your boss? That's unbelievable."
"Yep, I just fucked my boss...and it was a lot of fun too. A lot more fun than I ever would have imagined. Thank you for giving me the idea," Joan answered with a laugh.
"What do you mean 'giving you the idea'?" Hal inquired. "I've never suggested anything of the kind."
"No, of course you didn't, but you did open up the subject of having sex with other people and the more I thought about it the more I thought I should try it myself. You know that up until tonight you were the only person I'd ever done it with. Now I know why you really didn't act so sorry about having fucked Helen and Vicki."
"WHAT? What do you mean?" Hal was shocked to hear Joan mention Vicki. He had been very careful about not mentioning her. "How did you find out about that?" he asked.
"Helen told me," Joan replied. "I called her up last week because I was curious about how she could have done something like that. She was surprised at first that I knew about it but then she assumed that I knew everything. Obviously I didn't, but I do now."
"Oh no!" Hal moaned. He figured that now he was in really deep shit and just when things were starting to go so well with him and Joan. "Look, I'm sorry. I guess I felt that telling you about Vicki would just make a mess even more complicated. I mean once I crossed the line and fucked another woman the second woman didn't seem to make a lot of difference."
"Well, I hope you feel the same way about me because as I said, I'm ALMOST even. So far I've fucked one other guy. I still have one more coming... pardon the pun."
"Ya, I guess," Hal said numbly. He was overwhelmed. His feelings were so confused he didn't know what else to say. He was relieved that again he had dodged a bullet because Joan hadn't been really angry even when she found out about Vicki. He was also heard that his wife had just let another man have her and that she talked about doing it at least one more time. He also felt strangely turned on by all of this. That is the part that confused him the most.
"I'm going to go to bed," he replied. "I've got to get some sleep and then we can talk some more about this. OK?"
"Sure sweetheart," Joan replied. Then she really surprised him by giving him a kiss and saying, "I love you Hal."
Although Joan fell asleep quickly Hal found himself tossing and turning as his mind churned over the revelation of Joan's adultery. His restlessness woke Joan who asked what the problem was. When Hal told her that he couldn't seem to relax and go to sleep, she offered a solution.
"I'll bet a nice blowjob will help you relax." With that she moved down and gave him one of the best blowjobs he could ever remember getting. When he came, Joan eagerly swallowed every drop and then licked him clean as was her custom.
"There darling. I hope you're better now. You know I had almost forgotten how much I love the taste of cum. I didn't know until tonight that not all cum tastes alike. I wonder if every man tastes different," she concluded as she turned over to go to sleep.
The next morning both Hal and Joan seemed reluctant to start a conversation. They were both thinking about what Joan had done the night before and neither of them were very clear yet as to how they felt about it. Joan's feelings vacillated between guilt and delight. Hal's feelings varied from anger and hurt to arousal. The fact that he found himself getting turned on at the same time he was feeling upset really puzzled Hal. His mixed feelings ultimately converged in a need to know more about what happened.
"So tell me what happened last night," he finally began. "I mean where did you two go?"
"Well, we went to Phil's house," Joan answered. "His wife is out of town for the weekend."
"Jeez, don't you think that was kind of risky. I mean what if a friend of theirs had stopped by... or his wife had come home unexpectedly."
"Maybe it was," Joan replied. "However at the time I didn't think of any of that. I had gotten so turned on by the time we left the office that I wasn't thinking about anything but fucking. I know that sounds shameful, but it's true."
"How did this all come about anyhow?" Hal pressed. "I mean after all of this time how did the subject of sex between you two come up?"
"Phil immediately noticed my new wardrobe. I guess you were right about my having been dowdy before. Phil said exactly the same thing, but he commented repeatedly about how great I looked in my new clothes. You know how women are. His compliments started to get to me. Then his remarks started to include my lingerie. He could see several of my new bras beneath my new blouses."
"A few days ago he began to wonder out loud if the rest of my lingerie matched my bras. At first, I responded by telling him he'd never know for sure. Then on Wednesday when I was wearing the new sheer light blue set that you bought, he asked if I wore pantyhose or stockings. I don't know what possessed me but I stood up in front of his desk and pulled up my skirt. I had only intended to let him see my stocking tops but I guess I went too far."
"What happened?" Hal asked impatiently. As he listened to his wife tell of her exploits of showing her boss her undies, Hal suddenly realized that he was getting very hard. He couldn't wait to hear more.
"Well, he said that he loved my panties and that he finally confirmed that I was not a natural blonde. I was so embarrassed that I thought I'd die. I had no intention of letting him see that much of me. My face must have turned a thousand shades of red. He quickly said he was sorry for having said that... but that he certainly wasn't sorry for what he had seen."
"Then what?" Hal again prompted. "Did he try to do anything?"
"Not right away," Joan continued. "I must have stood there in a daze for a few seconds because I remember suddenly realizing that I still had my skirt pulled up. I quickly dropped it and turned to leave his office. As I did so, I noticed that my pussy was soaking wet. Just as I was about to open the door Phil came up behind me and put his arms around me. I was so shocked I didn't know what to do. I just stood there as he began to caress my breasts. I was about to object and dash out the door when my remaining resolve vanished. I let him feel me and then he ran one of his hands down and reached under my skirt to rub my pussy through my panties."
"Oh my gawd," Hal exclaimed. "That's unbelievable. What happened then? Did he fuck you?"
"No. He did work his fingers inside of my panties and ran them up and down my slit before he got one of them up inside me. Meanwhile I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. I knew that we were both ready, and I was thinking about pulling up my skirt and just bending over so that he could take me from behind when one of the office clerks knocked on his door."
"Darn," Hal exclaimed. "Bad timing!"
"Yes it was," Joan replied, "but why do you say that? Did you want him to fuck me?"
"I guess I did? I mean I don't know what I wanted. Look I don't understand this but what you're telling me has me so excited right now that you're about to get fucked."
With that, Hal turned Joan so that she was facing away from him and toward the kitchen table. He pressed her forward until she was face down on the table. Then he threw her skirt up over her back and quickly slipped down her panties. He now had easy access to his wife's hot wet cunt and he wasted no time in filling it with his hard cock.
"Is this what you wanted him to do to you before someone came to the door?" he asked as he pushed all the way into her.
"Yes, that's it," Joan murmured breathlessly. "Fuck me Hal darling. Fuck me."
Hal knew it wouldn't take him long to cum. He hoped that he could make Joan cum too so he reached down and started to rub her clit with his finger. He could feel his cock pumping in and out of her pussy.
His efforts were successful and Joan came moments before he dumped a hot load of cum deep in her belly. He stood motionless for several seconds and then slowly withdrew. As his cockhead popped out of her opening, he saw a stream of his cum following it. He must have cum a gallon.
"Oh Hal, that was a wonderful surprise," Joan cooed. "I love you darling."
"I love you too sweetheart," Hal replied.
"Does that mean that you're not mad at me about last night?" Joan continued. "I know I really shouldn't have done that, but I guess this time it was me that sort of got carried away."
"No, strangely I don't feel mad at all. In fact, I find the whole thing very exciting. Did you say that you planned on doing it again?"
"Well, I said I had one more time coming to make us even," Joan replied. "I certainly don't have anything specific planned. Why do you ask?"
"Because I'm thinking I might sort of like it if you did. I mean I wouldn't want you sneaking around on the side but I really got excited when you told me about Phil. Do you understand?"
"I sure don't. I don't understand it at all, but I sure did enjoy the result just now. And I have to admit that I enjoyed fucking Phil. Having a strange cock was a lot more fun than I ever would have guessed. If you really mean that you want me to fuck Phil again or to fuck some other guy, I guess I'd be willing to oblige. Maybe Helen isn't as crazy or perverted as I thought."
Hal and Joan didn't discuss the matter again that weekend but they did have some terrific sex on both Saturday and Sunday nights. Hal made a passing comment on Monday morning that Joan should be sure to wear her sexiest underwear to work to keep her boss happy but Joan didn't take much notice.
"I doubt that Phil will say anything more to me about it," she said. "He's had me and now he's satisfied. He just wanted a conquest, another notch on his pistol so to speak. The women at the office have said for a long time that Phil has a goal of fucking every woman at the company. Now he can add me to his list and he'll go on to the next one. I'm sure there are several there who he hasn't nailed yet."
"Maybe, but I'll bet you're wrong. I think you are so much better in bed than any of the others that he'll want to make fucking you a regular habit."
"It's a bet," Joan replied as she walked out the door.
She was soon to find out how wrong she was. She had just sat down at her desk when Phil called her into his office.
"Panty check," she approached his desk.
"What?" Joan asked in disbelief. "What do you mean?"
"I mean I want to see what sort of panties you have on today? I really loved the ones you had on last Wednesday and Friday. They were really sexy. So let me see what the ones are like that you have on today?"
"Phil! I'm shocked! What sort of woman do you think I am? Just because I got carried away and let you have your way with me last week doesn't mean that I'll let it happen again."
"Oh, come on Joan. Cut the righteous indignation. You enjoyed every minute of our fun last week. You can't deny that, and besides you were the one who stood in front of me and lifted up your skirt to show me your goodies. I didn't ask you to do that. You just did it and doing it made your pussy so wet that a guy could have drowned in it."
"Well, ah...ahh...ahh...it's not wet now," Joan said as she tried to regain her composure. "In fact not only am I not turned on but I'm really pretty angry about this."
"Joan, you sexy slut, I'll make you a bet," Phil said as he reached for his wallet. "I'll bet you $100 that your cunt is dripping right now. If it's not, you can keep the money. If it is I get to fuck you right here right now."
Joan didn't know what had come over her. She was sure that her pussy was very wet right now. She didn't want to admit it to Phil...or perhaps even to herself, but this conversation had gotten her very excited. "You're on," she said. "I'll go to the bathroom and check. Then I'll come back and collect."
"Oh no you don't," Phil objected. "I'll be the judge. Come on over here so I can check for myself. In fact why don't you take off your panties. You won't want them on when I'm fucking you anyhow."
As if she were having an out-of-body experience, Joan saw herself bend down and slip off her panties. Then she walked around the desk and stood beside Phil's chair.
Phil slowly ran his hand up her leg. Joan felt chills running up her spine as he got close to her pussy. When he touched her lips, she jumped. Then she felt his finger slip into her slit. She knew she was dripping wet. Phil was going to fuck her again.
"Just as I thought Joan. Your cunt is ready."
Then he slid his finger down her slit and slowly inserted it into her opening. He gently began to finger fuck her while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Then he removed his hand and put his finger in his mouth and licked her juices from it.
"Joan, you are delicious. I am going to eat your hot pussy before I fill it. Sit up here on the desk," Phil instructed.
Again, Joan silently obeyed. She suddenly found herself sitting on her boss's desk with her feet resting on the arms of his chair. Her knees were spread and bent. Her cunt was open and ready for his enjoyment. She quickly learned that her boss was an expert at cunnilingus. He ran his tongue gently around all of the sensitive parts of her pussy taking special effort when he found her clit. In just a few minutes she felt she was about to cum as he fucked her with his fingers and nibbled on her clit.
"Ooooh, Phil. Ohhhh! You are so good. That feels so nice." Then Joan's body shook as she came for the first time that morning. Before he let her leave his office he had eaten her to a second climax and then brought her to a third with his cock. He dumped an enormous load of cum into her cunt and then made her put on her panties. He said that she couldn't clean her pussy up until she got home. Joan wondered if he suspected that Hal knew about them or if he was trying to humiliate Hal by sending his wife home with a load of cum in her.
As soon as Joan got back to her desk, she called Hal at his office.
"Oh, hi sweetheart," he said when he realized who it was. "Is everything alright?"
"Yes dear. Everything's fine," she replied. "I just wanted to let you know that you were right."
"Oh, is Phil interested in getting into your pants again?" Hal asked.
"He already has," she replied. "I wasn't here 15 minutes before he was eating me on his desk. Then he fucked me. He wants to talk to me again before I leave tonight and in the meantime he won't let me clean up my messy pussy until I get home."
"That sounds fantastic," Hal said as he felt his cock begin to throb. "I can't wait to hear all about it. But tell me, did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, it was fun but I don't want Phil to know exactly how much fun. I'm afraid things could get complicated here if this becomes a regular thing. I mean I'm sure I must have a 'freshly fucked' look about me."
"I'd like to see that," Hal responded. "Wow, my horny wife just got laid again and I love it. I can't wait to see you at home but I have to run now. I'm late for a meeting."
"Bye dear."
That night Hal couldn't wait to find out the juicy details from Joan. He met her at the door and as they kissed 'hello' he reached down to feel her pussy. Her panties were a gooey wet mess just as she had said.
"Wow, is this all still there from this morning?" Hal asked.
"No. He did me again tonight just before I left," Joan answered. "I've got so much cum in me that I was afraid I'd have a spot on my skirt that could be seen for blocks. Fortunately I wore a light color today and maybe it doesn't show that much."
"Ahh," Hal gasped. He couldn't believe how things had progressed. Here stood his formerly reserved wife who had apparently lost interest in sex. Her boss had fucked her twice today and her cunt was full of his cum and she was telling her husband all about it.
"I want to hear every detail," he prompted. "What happened? What did he say?
Joan recounted the day blow by blow. Hal nearly came when she described being fucked and eaten on her boss's desk. Then Joan told him the most amazing news of all.
"This afternoon Phil and I worked out a deal, that is if it's OK with you."
"What sort of deal?"
"He offered me an instant raise of $500 per month. He would get the right to inspect my panties every day when I arrive for work. At least once a week he will bring me some new panties, which I am to put on and model for him. Then he would have the right to get into them as many times that day as he likes."
"Holy shit! That sounds incredible. The money is great but how do you feel about the sex?" Hal asked.
"Well, this would only be for three months and then we'd talk about it again but the raise would be permanent. I think I'd like it though. Phil is a good lover and I found out today that he really knows how to eat pussy."
"Wow, I don't believe it. Did you accept?" Hal asked.
"I told him I'd have to think about it and talk it over with you."
"You said what?" Hal asked in disbelief.
"I said I'd have to talk to you about it. Oh, I told Phil right up front that you knew all about last Friday and that I'd even called you after he fucked me this morning."
"At first he seemed kind of pissed off about that, but when he realized that you liked the idea he calmed down. In fact, as I left he said to tell you thank you for being so generous with me. He thinks you're a 'hell of a good sport'."
"A good sport? Is that what I am? Well maybe so but I am having one hell of a good time at it. I do have one request though. Why don't you bring Phil home sometime and fuck him here so I can watch. I could just hide in the closet so he wouldn't even have to know about it. What do you think?"
"Sweetheart, if that's what you'd like I'll do it... or at least try. I'm not sure how comfortable I'd be, knowing you're watching, but I guess I can live with that. There is one more thing I need to tell you about, however."
"What's that?" Hal asked.
"Well, Phil says that one of his old college buddies is coming into town tomorrow and he wondered if I'd be willing to show the guy around town tomorrow night."
"Holy shit!" Hal exclaimed. "I assume that means going to his room and screwing him, right?"
"Yes," Joan said as she blushed. "I know it sounds disgusting, but remember I still have one more coming."
"Yes, I guess you do," Hal agreed as he felt his cock getting hard again. "If you're going to start behaving like that, maybe we should join that club," he continued thinking of the fun he could have with some of the other wives.
"Funny you should say that," Joan replied, "when I talked to Helen Spencer the other day she asked if we might be interested in joining the club. I told her that we'd been asked before and weren't interested but that maybe things were different now. I said I'd talk to you about it. What do you think?"
"Well things sure are different now. I think it would be a lot of fun... for both of us. I'd love to see you get sold to some other guys, maybe you could even have a gang bang...and I'd love to buy a wife or two myself. Let's do it."
"Great. I'll call her tonight," Joan replied. She felt her pussy getting hot again at the mention of a gangbang.
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