Hamn Magasinet

It wasn’t meant to be like this. Solitude, harmony, peace. It wasn’t much to ask for….
I went there to find myself, but I didn’t know that the journey would be so….well, so “everything”, really. Everything so terrifying that even writing this now, my hands tremble from the memory.
I left for the seclusion of the jungle shortly after my 29th birthday. The trip was a present to myself, an escape from the world to work out who I was and where I was going in life. The jungles of the Amazon had always been a fantasy destination and despite the protestations of my family and friends, I went alone to embark on what the Aborigines would call a Walkabout. Solitude and harmony with nature; walking until I found myself, somewhere amongst the undergrowth.
I had it all planned out: I would walk between water holes each morning, according to the map, and camp by them during the scorching afternoons and ominous nights.
My body glistened in the pre-noon sun as I hiked through the undergrowth. I’d been walking for hours already, miles now from where the car sat deserted and hidden at the end of a long dirt road leading into the shrub.
The tropic heat penetrated every pour of my body forcing me to shed my clothing piece by piece as I advanced. By the time I arrived at the first watering hole that was to be my camp for the night, the sun was high in the noon-time sky and the temperature had soared beyond reasonable comfort. I was down to my boots and underwear and every muscle was aching from the constant strain of carrying my saddlebag and fighting through the dense vegetation.
Exhausted, I dropped my bag by the edge of the inviting water and slowly ran my hands over by saturated body. The sweat ran from my shimmering skin like the waterfalls that graced this deserted paradise. At 5′7″, I was a slim 75 kg, but was sure, after this first morning’s hike, that I would be even slimmer by the end of my journey. My water bottle was near empty, so I knelt by the water’s edge to refill it.
The pool was untarnished, offering fresh, crystal clear water. As the bottle gurgled steadily, refilling its empty interior, I smiled at my reflection which smiled back like an old and haggard friend. The mass of brown hair that capped my long, chiselled face was wet and dishevelled, clinging to my brow as though fearful of sliding off. My eyes twinkled in amusement at the image, the pupils dancing between their natural green colour and black as shadows played across my face.
Finding the temptation of the water too great, I peeled off my boots and the last piece of clothing, diving into the sparkling natural pool. The water’s soothing touch healed every ache as I swam and floated, lost in my own haven, far from the madding crowds of civilization.
An hour later, I fell asleep by the water’s edge, protected by the shade of the ancient trees, their thick trucks reaching to the sky and opening into a firework of branches high above.
How long I slept, I don’t know, but I was awoken by the sounds of movement nearby. As my eyes focussed, I sprung to my feet in shock at the site of another man.
Like me, he had removed his clothing in the course of his hike though his underpants still remained, housing the impressive bulge of his manhood. For perhaps a full minute, we eyed each other curiously and by the smirk that finally graced his ruggedly handsome face, I could only assume and hope that he found me equally appealing.
With a thick coat of jet black hair carpeting his powerful chest, eyes that pierced right through you and legs that rivalled the surrounding tree trunks, The Stranger’s towering frame was a powerful monument to strength and masculinity. Whilst no weightlifter, it seemed as though The Stranger had spent most of his 30 years ensuring his perfect physique by frequenting a gym as often as possible.
I was speechless in his presence, both from his unexpected arrival and the sheer beauty of his robust good looks.
Eventually, it was he who broke the silence.
“You’re a hard man to track.”
His voice was deep and soft, inviting my knees to buckle further at the thrill of hearing him. “I was starting to think that I would never find you.”
“F-find me?” I stuttered, trying desperately to compose myself, and suddenly becoming acutely aware of my nakedness.
“W-Why would you want to find me?” I asked.
I moved forward to reach for my clothes, but as The Stranger suddenly lurched forward, I stopped in surprise.
“Let me,” he offered, and proceeded to pick up my underpants and walk towards me. His eyes flickered downward, taking in what I thought would be a final glimpse at my privates.
I smiled faintly and reached out as he approached, his sturdy frame towering above me. Now only a few feet apart, The Stranger’s smirk turned into a beaming smile. Slowly, he raised my underpants to his nose. I froze as he cautiously sniffed them.
“Do you always sniff people’s underwear?” I asked, my voice reflecting the mixture of annoyance and amusement that I was feeling.
“Not at all,” he cooed. “I usually do this…” And I was in his arms, his powerful muscles grabbing me around the waist and lifting me off the ground into a bearhug.
I gasped, my back arching as he gently but firmly squeezed, pressing my chest into his own. Squirming in his grip, our bodies rubbed together like well-oiled machinery, the sweat from the tropic heat lubricating us both. My exertion excited him and he held on harder, grabbing the back of my head to bring me in closer.
“You like that?” he purred, pressing his lips into my neck. “It’s what you want, isn’t it, huh? I saw the way you looked at me then. You want it bad, and I’m gonna give it to you!”
“No!” I mumbled half-heartedly, straining against him. But my voice went unheeded as my struggles thrilled him even more. I wasn’t a weakling by any means, but this seemingly gentle giant was Herculean in strength and there was nothing I could do to break free.
He silenced me with a kiss, forcing my face to his and holding my head so our lips couldn’t part as he pushed me down to the ground and straddled me. I struggled, using the moment to try to break free, but he grabbed my wrists and forced them to the ground by my head.
“Ohhh…” he moaned, “You’re more dashing than your photograph. I’m going to enjoy every minute of you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I gasped. “Get off me!”
He responded with chuckle.
“Oh, no, my friend. You’re mine! And by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging to belong to me.”
“Never!”
My back arched beneath him as I strained against his schoolboy pin but the move welcomed his lips to my nipples as he bent down and lashed out at my left breast with his tongue. I groaned, the thrill of his dominance beginning to take hold as he began to suck my nipple harder, teasing it with a gentle bite that sent a thrill coursing through my body.
I was short of breath from the struggle and my chest heaved as his mouth explored my torso.
“You’re hurting me!” I lied, though his grip on my wrists was tight.
He sat up into a kneeling position over my legs, yanking me up with him, my face at chest level as he twisted my hands behind my back, bringing me into him again.
“Please me!” he ordered.
“No!”
“I said ‘please me’!” This time his voice was not soft and inviting but rather, powerful and booming as he twisted my arms further up my back, forcing my face into his chest.
I cried out in pain and kissed his chest, my lips sinking into the forest of black chest hair.
“That’s it…” he cooed as I licked the sweat from his body and blew softly against his fur.
The pain from my twisted arms increased as his grip tightened in his ecstasy. Unable to release myself, I craned my next back to look up at him and his lips met mine again, his tongue forcing itself into my mouth.
I turned my head away, burying my face against his solid trunk again.
“More!” he ordered, but inspiration and desperation melded into a bid for freedom. I grabbed a mouthful of his ample chest hair and ripped hard at it with my teeth. The Stranger yelped in surprise, releasing me instinctively.
With all of my might, I thrust The Stranger backwards and sprang to my feet, staggering a few steps away from him.
“You can’t get away,” he growled, massaging his chest as he got to his feet. “There’s nowhere to run. You’ve no shoes, no clothes. You won’t get far in the jungle like that.”
He was right, and my temper flared at his confidence. I launched myself at him, ramming my shoulder into his gut as we both flew backwards into the shallow of the water.
My sudden attack left him winded and off guard. I surfaced from beneath the waist-deep water to see him rising also, his back to me. I lunged again, wrapping my arm around his throat and hauling him back into the water. The Stranger struggled, momentarily confused by the battle as I held him below.
He rose to his feet and I knew that any moment, he would flick me off him like an ant. Releasing my grip, I shoved him forward again, making sure that my nails dug into the middle of his back as I did so. He staggered and I reached out, grabbing him by the wrists. With my foot in the small of his back, I yanked his arms backwards and held on determinedly.
The Stranger yelled in pain, every muscle in his chest straining as I held him there, crucified and helpless. Desperately, he tried to break free, his gritted teeth emitting a sound not unlike a deep siren.
Confident now that I had the better of him, I tugged harder on his arms. But the victory was short lived as my balancing foot slipped and we toppled once more beneath the waves.
Free again, and furious, The Stranger’s eyes were ablaze with a mixture of fury and passion as he turned to face me. Like an animal, he roared, throwing his head back and flexing every rock hard muscle.
I staggered back, trying to escape the confines of the water, but The Stranger was on me like a lion. He threw me into the air and as I hit the water again, I felt his fingers wrap mercilessly around my throat.
I lashed out, clawing at his face, chest and arms, but with the strength of a madman, he felt none of it, gripping my neck tighter and tighter till the bones threatened to snap.
The world began to spin and darkness closed in around me, my lungs silently screaming in agony, fighting for even the slightest breath. Gagging now, my arms were suddenly hanging like limp branches from the trees, unable to rise any longer. And like some far off sound, I heard his voice, snarling through gritted teeth…
“You will pay for this, you son-of-a-bitch! Die!”
And the blackness greeted me, complete.
To be continued…

I sat on Tammy’s couch completely mortified. Not only had Tammy invited a friend to our little panty game, but it was my girlfriend Maria of all people! How could Tammy do this to me? I thought we had a good thing going, and that it would stay between the two of us. My emotions were ranging from embarrassment to absolute rage! Mostly I just wanted to cry like the little sissy I was dressed up like.
“Tammy how could you do this to me? I thought you weren’t going to tell Mike and Maria!”
“Well at least I didn’t tell mike,” she said with a wicked laugh.
“Relax Pete,” Maria said, “I’ve known all along that you were a little panty freak. I was the one that told Tammy about your panty fetish in the first place.”
“What?” I said astonished.
“Come on Pete. How could I not know? You’ve left evidence everywhere for me to discover. I’ve found cum stains on just about every pair of my panties. Especially the ones you found the sexiest. I actually caught you masturbating with my panties before, but I didn’t have the nerve to bust you out when I did catch you.”
“How long have you known?”
“Since about two months after we started going out.”
“Why didn’t you say something before?” I asked.
“Well to be honest with you, I found it disgusting at first and I thought about leaving you, but after thinking about it for a while I found out how sexy it made me feel.”
“I even found you secret stash of other women’s panties at the house.”
“You’ve been a very busy panty boy haven’t you?”
I didn’t know what to say. The secret I’ve tried to hide for so long was now out in the open. At least with Tammy and Maria anyway. It made me wonder how many more people knew about my little secret. I was somewhat relieved, but what was to become of my relationship with Maria. Obviously it would never be the same after today.
“I’m so embarrassed,” I said.
“Don’t be Pete. I think you look quite sexy in those little blue panties. I can tell how excited you are about wearing them. Look how hard you little cock is! I bet you are about to come in them right now. Aren’t you sissy boy?”
I was speechless. That was the first time I heard those words come out of Maria’s mouth. I guess I should be getting used to that label by now, but hearing my girlfriend say them gave a whole new meaning to the word humiliation. It was also the first time I had heard her comment about the size of my dick. Up until now I thought she had been quite happy with my size.
“Maria I thought you had always been happy with the size of my dick. We’ve always had great sex together and you always seemed satisfied.”
Maria started laughing at me. “I’ve seen bigger dicks on small boys! If it weren’t for the fact that you can make me cum with your tongue, and you willingness to do whatever I ask you to in bed, I would have left you a long time ago!”
I was devastated. Here is my girlfriend telling me how small she thought my dick was and how inadequate it was for her. It was bad enough when Tammy said it, but now Maria. What was I going to do now?
The only chance at revenge I had was to tell Mike about my experiences with Tammy. I could ruin their marriage along with my friendship, but I had to do something!
“I’ve had about all that I can stand. Tammy I have no choice to tell Mike about you letting me have oral sex with you. I’m sure it will damage our friendship, but I think in time it will recover since we have been friends for so long. I’m not so sure about your marriage though.”
“I don’t think that would be such a good idea,” Tammy snickered. “I want you to know that I have video of you wearing that outfit of yours. How do you think the people in this town would react to seeing you in women’s panties?”
“You’re bluffing,” I sneered.
“Do you want to see the tape? I have it in my room. There is a hidden camera on the dresser.”
I shot back,” well then it will also show me humping you and your panties as well!”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” she said. “I didn’t start the video until after you put on the panties and I left the room. People will just think you snuck in there and tried on my lingerie when we weren’t home.”
“Besides Pete,” Maria piped in, “there is no reason for you to get hostile about the situation. Tammy and I have discussed you fetish and we both think it is very sexy, and something we could all have a little fun with.”
“Fun for whom?” I asked. “You two aren’t the ones in an embarrassing situation like I am! You guys aren’t the ones who would be laughed out of town if everyone knew!”
“Pete we don’t want to ruin you. We just want to have some fun,” said Tammy.
“Yeah Pete,” added Maria.
They both approached me on the couch. I wanted to move away from them because I was so mad. My dick was still raging hard; however, and Tammy and Maria started rubbing my legs and stroking my dick through the satiny material. My anger started to fade as my dick slowly started to take over. The feeling I was getting by these two beautiful women stoking my aching dick made me temporarily forget about my predicament. It wasn’t long before I was cumming in Tammy’s panties. I shot my sticky load all in the front of my little blue panties. Maria and Tammy both started to smile.
“See. That wasn’t so bad after all was it Pete?” asked Tammy.
“Yeah Pete, just relax and we can all have a wonderful experience with this fetish of yours,” said Maria.
“Well what do you ladies have in mind from here?” I asked now recovering from my orgasm.
“Well first of all we’re going to get you cleaned up and then we have some more options to discuss with you. Maria and I have had a lot of time to think about how we want this game to play out.”
They told me to stand up and Maria removed my now soiled panties. Tammy got down on her knees and started licking my balls and then moved on to my dick. Maria also got down and helped lap up the rest of my spunk. All the licking and stimulation made my dick tingle and rise again. I may have a small dick, which these two have now made painfully clear, but I do have a quick recovery time. Both women noticed my rising dick, and they did actually praise, and complement my quick recovery. They proceeded to alternate in sucking my dick to another mind-blowing orgasm. I shot my load all over their faces and made a sticky mess in their hair, and all over their faces.
“Well it looks like we are all a mess now,” said Tammy laughingly. “Why don’t we move to the bathroom and all share a shower?”
Sounded like a hell of an idea to me! Maria and I followed Tammy to the bathroom. The girls started slinking out of their clothes, and Tammy started running the water. I had also removed the rest of my womanly garments, and joined them in the shower. Tammy started off the fun by lathering up Maria with soapy water. She paid special attention to all of Maria’s most intimate parts. Maria’s nipples were projecting like two rockets. I traced Tammy’s hands down to Maria’s soapy cunt. Tammy was caressing Maria’s pussy, and Maria started to moan and whimper. Before I knew what was going on the girls were lip locked in a deep sexy kiss. Maria’s hands were now exploring every inch of Tammy’s body as well. If I had been the object of ridicule a few minutes ago, I was now watching the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Here was my girlfriend and my best friend’s wife making out right in front of me. How long had this been going on? Why hadn’t I been invited to this party sooner? I had all but forgotten the embarrassing situations these two hot and horny women had put me through, and was vigorously stroking my dick again. Maria and Tammy noticed me jacking off in the corner of the shower and started to laugh.
“I bet you thought you would never see this scene did you Pete?” asked Maria.
“That’s right Pete. Maria has told me all the fantasies you’ve shared with her. Watching two women make out was one of them, if I’m not mistaken. Marrying Mike was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Not only do I have a wonderful, adoring husband, but I also got to meet the two of you. I think we are all going to have a lot of fun with your fantasies, and mine before this game is all over with,” she said with excitement in her voice.
I wondered what other fantasies of mine were going to be played out by these two sexy ladies. I blew another load all over the shower just thinking about all the things I had confessed to Maria, and when I might get to see those fantasies played out. I only wished I had told her more! Who says fantasies don’t come true?
To be continued…

During the spring semester, I played volleyball in a local co-ed recreational league. I was invited to join by Renee, a former student and player I coached, a sweet girl and an awesome outside hitter who’s since become one of my closer friends. Rounding out the team was her boyfriend, Jesse, Rachel, a teammate of Renee’s from the college they now attend, and two of Jesse’s buds, John and Daniel. With each of the women on our team having played competitively in the past, we did very well throughout the season. Even though I was the only person on the team who wasn’t 21 or 22, we all got along nicely. We had a great time playing each week, often leading to drinks and laughs afterward.
Over the summer, I convinced Renee to take her play to another level, and joined the summer beach volleyball league. By the end of the season we were league champs, and it was so fun being able to dig and set for her each week. Toward the beginning of summer, we knew if we were going to do well we needed some practice in getting used to playing with only the other to depend on, signaling, and so on. On a Saturday afternoon that my boyfriend had taken his daughter to his parents’ house for the weekend, Renee and I got together with the guys from our spring league, taking them on two-against-three. We practiced, strategized, and played for a couple hours until all five of us were exhausted. We had a really fun time and no one seemed to want it to end, so I invited them over to my place for supper.
Once at home, Renee showered and changed while I served up beers and hard lemonade to the guys on the patio out back. None of the guys had brought a change of clothes, so once Renee joined the gang outside, it was my turn to clean up as well while they started up the grill. After my shower, I felt very comfortable in only a tank-top and denim mini-skirt, with nothing underneath. I brought out steaks and sweet corn to roast on the grill, and we sat, cooked, talked, laughed, ate, and drank for another hour together. When the occasional welcomed cool breeze would blow, my nipples would stiffen hard against my top… I had the full attention of Daniel and John when it did, and I smiled slyly to myself when I even spied Jesse trying to not get caught peeking.
After supper, the drinks continued flowing. I was very buzzed and would once in a while slowly uncross and cross my legs à la Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, knowing full well John and Daniel were looking straight up my mini and right at my pussy. Evening turned into dusk, then dark. The party moved to my living room and we watched a movie together, but even after that, I knew everyone was too drunk to drive home. It was late and I showed Renee and Jesse to my guest room for the night, hugged each of them goodnight, then went to my room.
Once I heard the door close to their room, I immediately slipped out of my clothes. I put on a completely see-through, backless nightgown with a neckline that plummeted to my navel, a sheer green panel over one breast, a pink one over the other, coming together in a purple ankle-length wrap slit clear up to my hip. With the matching sheer purple long-sleeve robe over it, it’s the sexiest nightwear I own, and it never fails to make jaws drop. I returned to the living room to the other guys, making sure my lingerie had the desired effect. It did.
After two hours of watching me bounce around in my sport bra and tight shorts, four more of me occasionally exhibiting myself, and now seeing me wearing this, I’m certain they were as turned on as I was. I kissed each of them on the cheek and said I wanted to go to bed. I added, “If you two want to sleep separately, you’ll have to fight over who gets the couch and who gets the day bed… but if you don’t mind sleeping together, you can join me in my room.” I turned with a wink to head down the hallway, and just grinned a few seconds later when I heard their footsteps following after me.
It’s not as though the desire was a one-way street at all. Daniel was a very good-looking young man, about six feet tall, with a tanned, slim, athletic body, fairly long blonde hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. John was no less in shape at all, but more muscular, with a broader chest and bigger arms. Contrasting nicely with Daniel, John was a couple inches shorter, with short dark hair and hazel eyes.
Both guys were always fun to be with, but in the six months that I’d known them, neither had made a move toward me… maybe it was because I was older… maybe out of respect for each other in not making things weird amongst the teammates. Rachel, who hadn’t joined us that day, is very strictly lesbian and perhaps the guys didn’t show anything because they suspected I was after her, instead. Though she and I did fool around a couple times that spring, she really wasn’t my type for anything long-term. I just treated the other guys as equals, not showing any favoritism in the least. That policy was about to pay off big-time in a night of friendly, but relatively meaningless, sex… fun as anything can be, without any hindrance of possible commitment looming over. I just wanted to fuck. I knew they did, too.
I took my place on the edge of the middle of my queen-sized bed, encouraging each of them to sit on either side of me. I pushed the outer wrap off my shoulders and felt the sheer garment slide down my arms and fall off behind me. I took turns kissing both of them on their lips, and after a few times back and forth I felt all four of their hands on my body and fondling both of my breasts. As I would kiss one on the mouth, the other would be on my neck. When kissing the other, the first would be down lower. Back and forth it went for a few minutes until the edges of my gown were forced outside both of my tits. I reached up behind my neck, undid the slender clasp, and the front of my nightgown fell into my lap. Leaning back slowly, I soon found myself with my legs dangling off the side of the bed, body propped up by my elbows, and treated to one of my absolute favorite, sexy feelings I know… having both of my breasts sucked on at the same time. I let out a long, deep moan of approval and soaked in the lustful attention.
Daniel reached down across my body and pulled back from the slit in my nighttime, baring my legs completely, and started fingering my pussy. I was already very wet and his finger slid inside me with no effort at all. Both guys kept sucking my tits, John squeezing my left one while nipping with his teeth, and I moaned deliciously as my nipples grew stiff and hard, and I was soaking between my legs.
Daniel slid off the bed and knelt on the floor between my legs. His tongue replaced his finger and he began eating my pussy. His hands glided up my thighs, pressing them apart from the inside and I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips and ass while he was licking me. John sucked on my breast a minute longer, then got off the bed, standing to strip. My eyes were glued to his body and his cock, though average in length, was delightfully wide and pretty. As soon as he was naked, he climbed back onto the bed, kneeling toward my face. With a twist of the upper half of my body, I was sucking his cock.
At first I held the base of John’s shaft in my hand, gripping it tightly and fucking its head with my mouth. Soon, I released and slid down, cupping loosely over his balls while I kept sucking his cock. I couldn’t help but pull my mouth off and aside to let out a loud moan of relief when the tip of Daniel’s found its way up to my clit. John leaned forward, though, and my mouth was again filled with his hard cock.
Daniel pressed hard with his tongue and licked wildly at my clit and went back to finger-fucking me. As wound up as I’d made myself over the past several hours, it seemed as though I climaxed immediately. My body and legs quivered mildly, and the more I tried to moan, the deeper John crammed his cock into my mouth. Daniel lapped over my clit and poked me a few more time with his fingers then, happy with his work, got up to strip as well. As soon as he moved back, John fell straight down onto my body and we were involved in a fierce 69. Both of us were eating each other like wild animals at a fresh kill, and each were driving our hips into each other’s faces to feel more.
Each of us grabbed tightly onto each other’s asses, clinging to firm flesh and buried our faces into each other. His balls dangled over my eyes, and the soft fine hairs on his sac brushed over the bridge of my nose. I tasted his pre-cum and moaned with my mouth full. I felt the tip of his nose in the crack of my ass while he was licking my pussy, then into my wet petals when he licked my clit. The minor orgasm I’d had a moment before echoed once again, and I could feel the wave starting through the inside of my body. John’s cock was throbbing as I sucked on him, too, and I was determined to make him cum before me.
I failed.
Mind you, trying as hard as I could to make him cum in my mouth, my concentration obviously diverted, my orgasm was yet again a mild puff. It felt nice and I knew I was in a sexy situation, and I kept fucking him with my mouth, my tongue peppering and circling the head of his cock with every turn of my head. I got what I was after, though, when I felt the first splash of his sperm all over my tongue. I cranked my head up on him and sealed over his shooting cock tightly with my lips, tasting, savoring, and swallowing all of his cum.
I heard the playful words, “Don’t hog the pussy, man,” and once John was somewhat composed after cumming, lifted himself off from my body. I felt his cock soften in my mouth, and I swirled my tongue all around the head of his cock.
I felt Daniel’s hands along the outside of my thighs, gripping onto them, and pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. The yank pulled my body down, and my head and face along with it, away from John’s cock. Daniel reached underneath the small of my back, and with a tug began pulling the bottom of my nightgown off. I lifted my ass up off the bed and Daniel slid it down my legs, tossing it aside onto the floor.
Daniel’s hands went back to my legs, and he pulled them up until my calves were on his chest and my feet over his shoulders as he stood before me. I was treated to my first sight of his twitching cock, a solid, hard eight inches. Once he aimed himself inside me and gave his pelvis a good, deep thrust, he began fucking me with his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs. I was in heaven, moaning deeply.
John once again straddled toward my face, but began teasing me mercilessly while his friend drove and pumped himself into me. John’s cock was semi-flaccid and almost ready for more, but rather than letting me suck it again, chose instead to hold himself by the base and began spanking my face with his cock. With every slap against one cheek then the other, the cock was growing more and more hard. It got to the point where my mouth was open, trying desperately to catch his dick, but he made sure to keep me from doing so.
When I couldn’t take it any longer, I just grabbed his cock, moaning, “Give it to me,” and pulling it in between my lips. I was squirming deliciously, sucking one cock and being fucked by another, with Daniel’s hips slapping the soft flesh of my ass with every stroke.
Daniel was about ready to blow, but John said, “No sloppy seconds, dude… cum in her mouth.” Daniel assaulted my pussy with a few more hard slams, then pulled out. As soon as he did, John pulled out, too, and I felt compelled to do whatever they wanted. I slid my legs down and flipped over on the bed, steadying myself with my knees and one hand on the mattress and the other hand going for Daniel’s shaft. In no time at all, John was pushing his cock into me from behind, forcing my body forward and my mouth around Daniel’s cock. They worked as a team in bed even better than they had on the volleyball court!
For the second time in minutes, I was swallowing salty, bitter, creamy cum. Daniel reached down along the sides of my ribcage, grabbing onto both of my tits and mashing them with his fingertips as he came in my mouth. John’s hands were gripping tightly on my hips, and slammed his thick cock furiously inside me. I felt like a kid in a candy store with these guys, squealing in delight. John picked up his pace slightly and found a nice, smooth rhythm in fucking me the way I love.
The tingle inside me grew into another wave, but this time there was no stopping myself. The wave grew into a tremor, and the tremor to a quake. My fingernails dug into the mattress and, unfortunately for Daniel, into a cheek of his ass, and the moan I let out when I came grew into a scream of pure pleasure. I climaxed violently and almost fell off from John’s cock.
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The next couple hours were a blur… my pussy continuously being fucked from almost every conceivable angle, and my mouth being fucked almost as often. At 21 and 22, this was the first time I’d ever fucked anyone six and seven years younger than me, and each had the youthful staying power I’d enjoyed in so many guys when I was in college, myself. I’d had over a dozen climaxes that evening, and swallowed eight loads up to that point… four from each of them. My jaws were tired from sucking so much cock, my pussy beginning to get sore, and my body becoming spent. Still, they treated me as a little fuck-puppet, and that’s exactly how I wanted to feel that evening.
I knew if my body was going to give out, though, that I’d go down fighting. Daniel was laying on the bed at the time, and I got up to my knees, straddling his hips, facing toward his feet. John was ahead of me, ogling my body, reaching his hands out to paw my breasts, and closing to kiss me. I grabbed onto Daniel’s hard cock and positioned myself above it in a reverse-cowgirl position. My eyes smiled devilishly at John, and with a slow, easy slide downward, felt Daniel enter my body with deeper-than-usual moans from each of us.
I rolled back slightly until my knees lifted from the bed and I was on the balls of my feet. With a few slides up and down on Daniel’s cock with the full weight of my body, I felt him deeper and deeper inside me. I reached behind and under me with a careful lean back, balancing myself with one hand… leaving the other free to play hard on my pussy and showing off to John that his friend’s cock was actually buried up to the hilt within my ass.
I continued fucking Daniel with sweet, slow motions, while furiously rubbing my pussy to relieve the pressure building inside me. John leaned forward, but the closer he came to me, the more I leaned back, until he was nearly on top of me. My heart was pounding with excitement and between dark moans I begged him to fuck me.
Living alone, I play with myself fairly often, and when I want to get into it for more than just a quickie, I own a number of vibrators of varying sizes and features from which to choose. Once or twice a week, when I really want to get into it, I’ll use two at a time on myself. I digress here to state that though I love the feeling double-penetration to the point of doing it somewhat often to myself at home, I so rarely get the opportunity to actually enjoy the real thing… and the prospect that this was to be my first in eight months made my entire body quiver and become covered with goosebumps in anticipation and desire.
As John laid on top of me, I was sandwiched between the two young men. Daniel’s arms engulfed me from underneath and his hands gripped onto my soft breasts… pinching onto my already very stiff nipples. When John’s thick cock plunged into my pussy, it was like the sexiest of dreams. The pressure in both holes at once made my labia and anus contract immediately, and I squeezed down hard on both cocks at once. The sounds from my throat came from deep within my body, moans of slightly painful trauma, wanton need, and most extreme pleasure.
I was pretty much trapped between them, and could barely move at all. John fucked me from above, and as his wide, hard cock pounded into my pussy, he drove my hips and ass down onto Daniel. Daniel’s cock felt perfect, wedged deeply into my ass, and I felt like a flowing river of cum, climaxing seemingly forever… the quivering of my folds vibrated all over John’s cock.
He continued fucking me, pumping in and out of my pussy for another ten minutes or so. Daniel was pinned underneath me, and I couldn’t help but tighten and loosen my sphincter, gripping tightly onto his cock and not letting go. I saw and felt John getting close, and I encouraged him to cum in my pussy. When I felt the pulse of his cock widening ever so slightly to let the streams of his seed shoot out, it triggered yet another climax, and I was left a whimpering mass.
John got up to his knees, looking down with an almost smug pride in his work. Daniel and I were finally able to move, and I asked him softly, “Wanna cum in my ass, baby?” He didn’t need to be asked twice. Both guys pushed me over to my side, then onto my belly, and Daniel mounted me from behind and above. I felt his hips pressing down onto the soft flesh of the cheeks of my ass, and the head of his cock aiming, teasing, and pressing on my star. It was already loose, and his cock slid in easily.
He started fucking me, but after a moment I realized what a strange angle it was from which he was coming. I reached up to one of the pillows and slid it back to my hip. With what little strength left I could muster, I lifted myself up from underneath, sliding the pillow under my hips, and my ass became a raised, fully-curved target for him. I slid my hand under the pillow, between it and the mattress, and desperately diddled my clit as his anal assault increased in strength and speed. My moans were deep and guttural, his balls slapped against my labia with every stroke, and in another moment made myself climax for the last time of the long evening. A minute later, and Daniel exploded, filling my ass with his cum. Completely exhausted, I fell asleep almost immediately as both guys laid down, flanking either side of my body.
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In the morning I awoke with a huge smile on my face. Daniel was out cold, John was even snoring, and I was happy I was able to wear them out as they’d done me. I laid there for a few minutes before crawling to the foot of the bed and getting up from there so as not to wake up the guys. I could barely walk, and even in doing so I was so bow-legged it must have been funny. I made it to the end of the hall to the bathroom to pee and clean up a little. When I opened the door to return to my room, I saw Jesse in the hallway, waiting for his turn for the bathroom.
He averted his eyes right away when he saw I was naked, and I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his expense. As I started to walk past him, I stopped to kiss his cheek, and stood before him, staring into his eyes until he made eye-contact. “Renee asleep?” I asked.
He nodded, and I smiled and took a full step back so he could take in my nude figure from head-to-toe. I smiled up at him, saying, “It wasn’t really fair being the only person on the team to never see me naked, was it?” I giggled just a little when he didn’t know what to say, and just made a nodding motion to the open restroom. He took a step forward to turn that way, but when he did I gave him a hug and another kiss on the cheek before letting him go.
I stepped lightly into my bedroom and found a long t-shirt to put on… long enough to cover my pussy and ass, but old and worn and just tight enough to show off every single curve and nuance of my body.
When Jesse came out, we both sat in the living room just shooting the breeze for a while. The part of my body of which I’m the most proud are my legs, and I showed them off to every extent, even knowing on occasion my pussy and the bottom of my ass were visible to him. I did feel a little guilty in teasing him so as Renee is not only a very dear friend, but also very straight, and the likelihood of me ever having sex with Jesse individually or as part of a group is practically zero. Even still, it’s nice being acknowledged and desired.

Watching my Negro workers harvest the corn under the warm Louisiana sun made my heart smile. As I sat on the verandah, rocking back and forth on my cane rocking chair, I felt tears run down my withered old face. For they reminded me of an old slave I once had the pleasure of knowing, one called Sylvia.
I inherited the farm many years ago from a wealthy uncle. Life was good for a while. I married a local governess and we ran the farm happily and profitably. But she died in childbirth and my parents thought it would be best for my two sons to be raised with them in upstate New York. I reluctantly agreed but they did well for themselves; one’s a commodore in the Navy and the other is a well to do writer.
But back to the story.
In the early days, we had many slaves. They had a good life here. Not only did we feed and clothe them but we gave them a basic education as well. I would teach them the bible after Sunday mass and we always had a full school. Teaching was my little hobby. My wife had horses and her painting, but for me, it was teaching.
Amongst those slaves was a young girl whom we named Sylvia.
She was a small and frail thing and being the good Christian that I am, I gave simple jobs like feeding the pigs and collecting wild herbs and mushrooms out in bayou. I’d watch her from the study as she skipped past the bluebells and into the wilderness.
She grew up fast. As the summers melted away, she grew into a tall and beautiful young lady. As did my desire for her.
Sometimes, I’d secretly peek at her bathing in the wash house. After washing her long dark hair, she’d massage the soapy lather into her supple body. Now that was some sight. Her chest had grown over the years, too. Large, round breasts sat atop her athletic chest. I would often explode in pleasure watching the whole routine.
Sylvia was always my best pupil at school.
She lapped up both literature and religion in equally doses. I knew in my heart that she’d make a fine governess one day. And then it happened, my wife died. As the black clouds of sorrow descended on the farm, she was one of the few white clouds that I could see on the horizon.
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But something unexpected occurred.
I fell for her.
After dinner, Sylvia and I talked, then before you know it one thing lead to another. As we kissed passionately, I held her in my arms and took to her my bedroom. Ripping off each others clothes, we kissed once more. Lying naked on the bed, I could feel her soft and tender kisses go all the way down. Holding my erect cock in her hands, she began to suck it to and fro. Groaning in pleasure, it began to swell up faster and faster before releasing an explosion of cum in her mouth.
I cuddled next to her and held her large round breasts. As my tongue began to lick each nipple, I could hear her soft moans in my ear. Licking faster and faster, it wasn’t too long before she started to groan louder and louder. After a few minutes, she gave off a loud scream, signaling that she had finally cum.
I got to work on her pussy. As I slowly spread her lips, I could feel her body quivering at the anticipation of what was to come. I began to slowly rub her clit back and forth before putting one of my long fingers inside of her.
“Don’t stop” she begged.
Slowly but surely her pussy became moist. As I went faster and faster, the moister she became. Finally, she came; coating my finger in a thick layer of cum.
We made love for the rest of the night. I climbed on top and began to satisfy her. As the moonlight began to flood the room, I held her hips and began to thrust faster and faster, putting every drop of energy I had left into my muscles. I could hear her growling gently in the background, her body getting moist and sweaty with every action. My cock was swelling deep inside her, reaching towards the climax with every second that passed. A loud growl told me she had cum and this triggered an explosion from my cock, which showered her with my thick white cum.
We lay back panting, our bodies still reeling from our orgasms.
****
As our relationship slowly grew, I discovered something else that she enjoyed.
After one of my bible classes had finished that I called her to my study. Last night after reading one of her essays, I had found several mistakes. Being a teacher, this was something that I would not tolerate. Not one little bit.
“Sylvia, have you read your essay?” I enquired.
“No sir, is there something wrong with it?”
“Please come over here and read it to me. Slowly”
Whilst bent over the desk, I lifted up her skirt and removed her underwear. Caressing her smooth, chocolate coloured buttocks; I could see her getting aroused by my actions. Her large nipples were slowly becoming erect, pressing against her white bodice. Sylvia groaned in pleasure as I kissed them gently.
“Read!” I demanded.
“When the old man…”
I whipped her left buttock hard with the cane. She winced as the pain seeped into her.
“It’s not the old man, its Moses” I corrected.
Her right buttock came next. Although it hurt, I could see a little smile from the corner of her mouth. She was slowly enjoying the punishment.
“From the mountain…”
Another two lashes came. I could hear a feint groan of pleasure in the background.
“It’s Mount Sinai”
I whipped her last buttock hard. As she screamed out loud, her body quivered before coating my hand in white cum.
“Have you learnt your lesson?” I asked.
“No”
The fun was about to begin…

He whispered into her ear, ‘You’re mine slut all mine. What are you to me?’
‘Am your slut, Sir’.
‘Yes you are. What else are you to me, Slut?’
‘Am nothing to you Sir, other than your worthless slut!’
‘Now on your knees slut and wait there for ten minutes and repeat “I am nothing other than your worthless slut” and when you have finished saying that, go down the stairs, strip off and I will be there soon.’
‘Yes Sir’.
She fell to her knees and lowered her head, placing it on the cold ground, stretching her arms either side of her head so her hands were placed flatly on the soil. As she knelt she repeated over and over what she had been instructed to say. The ten minutes seemed to drag on and soon she was muddling her words. When she had finished she rose slowly and thanked her Master for letting her worship him.
Slut then went down the stairs and, placing her bare foot onto the top step, she looked downwards into the dark, damp, gloomy lighted room. She shivered as she took another step, and then another. Once she got down, she stood there shivering from the cold but she knew she had to take off what little clothing she had on. She undid the rope belt and then she slipped the cotton robe off her body and placed them on to the hook.
As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room she looked around. Since the last time she had been down here he had worked hard at making the room look like a small prison cell. He had hung up his whips and paddles. Masks and gags were adorning the walls, all his equipment was there on hand. His hard toys as he would call them that she knew as punishment equipment. She knew he also had kept some upstairs in the bedroom, the fun toys.
She hated the cellar and she knew she was in trouble when she had to go down there.
She didn’t know how long she’d waited when she heard her Master’s footsteps on the stairs. He moved quickly and before she knew what had happened he had placed the hood on her head. He whispered into her ear and she wasn’t too sure what he had said but she shuddered at the thought what might happen to her in this session.
His hands felt her breasts and she tried hard not to react to his touch but he knew exactly where to touch her just to get a reaction from his slut. He smiled as he saw her twist to get away from his touch. He twisted each breast and he then twisted her nipples. She squealed as he slapped her breasts hard. She jumped, he then hit them harder. She tried to move away, he held her tightly and then pulling her up by her arm she stood there and he kicked her legs apart. Her arms swung loosely by her side.
She heard him move away and she felt the cold metal cuffs on her wrists and ankles. When the chain was fixed he pulled her arms up above her head and then a piece of chain was then fixed to each ankle and they were pulled part so that she was spread wide open.
He then went and got a toy and putting it where he wanted it he fixed it to the ground below her vagina. He then opened it and pushed the dildo end up into her, pushing it deep. She swung her head back and moaned deeply.
He then whispered in to her ear once more ‘Don’t you dare cum, my slut, without my permission’, she cried out as she felt her body, she wanted to close her legs but she couldn’t move them. He then rubbed his hands over her body. He placed some cord under her breasts and she gasped as he bound them tightly, she moaned some more as he pulled the cord tighter. Her breast were now jutting outwards as two extended mounds. He flicked her nipple rings and then placed weights on to them. She whined louder about the pain but he ignored it and carried on with what he was doing.
She felt his thumb probing her anal area and as he pushed it in she screamed. He stood up and pulled her head backwards and warned her that if she didn’t shut up she would be gagged. She quietened down.
She was feeling warm under the hood. She hated the hood, but he loved it as the hotter she got inside the more it molded around her face so as she breathed in and out it would move with each breath she took.
His hand rubbed over her face and he opens the mouth part of the mask, so she could now talk.
‘Now my slut I have been observing you when you think I haven’t been and I am not happy with the way you have been conducting yourself. What have you got to say about it my Slut?’
She didn’t say anything she was shocked and wondered where he had been watching her. She hadn’t been out of the house unless he gave her permission to and then it was to the shops and back. She was confused, unsure of what he meant.
‘I just spoke to you my Slut what have you got to say?’
He flicked the crop on her right cheek and she jumped slightly.
‘Master slut is sorry if slut has displeased you, she will try harder not to let you down’.
He flicked the crop again on the left cheek, but this time she had tensed her bottom cheek and it’s sting was more intense. She screamed out in pain. Her arms were beginning to ache and her breasts were throbbing.
‘Please Master, slut is sorry. Please let her go Master, she will be good’, she whined.
He started to take the mickey out of her copying what she was saying.
She could feel her eyes swelling and then a tear fell from her eye. He tugged on the weights from her nipples and she groaned.
‘Please Master’
‘Yes my slut?’
‘Ammmm going to cummmmmmm pleaseeeeeeee Master let me goooo’
‘No my slut your only just starting and woe betide you if you cum before I have said you can’.
He slapped her breasts one at a time and added some more weight to them. She leaned her head backwards and he placed his hand in front of her mouth. He then bent down to where she had piled the clothing, looking though them all he saw was clean clothing. He went up the stairs and headed to the bathroom where he found a pair of his dirty pants and headed back downstairs. He stood in front of her and let her sniff the pants. He then wiped her arse and made sure there was some soiled wasted on the pants, then pushed them into her mouth. She was told to suck on the piece of cloth.
‘Tastes nice my slut?’
She nodded.
‘That yours shit slut and behold if you drop what I just placed in your mouth.’
She nodded once more.
He went to the cupboard and got another pole out. He placed next to the other one and fixed it firmly to the ground. He then opened it out and pushed it into her anal hole.
She screamed letting the cloth drop, he pushed the rod in deeper. She squirmed even more then her body started to shake as it never had done before, wave after wave.
Her body tensed and then relaxed.
‘You like that slut?’
She nodded hoping he hadn’t noticed she had dropped the cloth from her mouth, however he had and he went and picked it up.
‘TUT TUT, my slut slave, I did warn you didn’t I?’
She nodded again and tried to move but she was now firmly in placed and she wasn’t going anywhere.
He went behind her and pulled her head back ‘I have a treat for you slut, something you love’, he said sarcastically.
She heard him move to the other side of the room and she wasn’t sure what he was doing but she thought she heard him peeing.
She called out ‘No Master No, slut will be good, please Master no’.
She heard him chuckle and then walk over to her; she closed her mouth firmly.
‘Now my slut you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?’
She kept her mouth firmly shut. He placed the vessel down on the ground and he walked back to the toy chest where he kept some of his toys. He came back with a mouth gag and, forcing her mouth open, he placed the opened ring gag in and then fixing the ring behind her teeth did the buckle up tightly so she could not spit it out.
‘Now I warned you if you dropped the rag what I would do, I would punished you and I know how much you hate this so I know you will learn my slut slave. When I tell you to do something you will do it’.
Tears welled up in her eyes, she tried with her tongue to fill the open hole but she knew once he started to pour the urine in she would have no choice other then to swallow it.
He walked behind her and picking up the vessel he pulled her head back just enough so she had no choice other then to swallow the golden liquid. She coughed and sputtered but most went down her throat. Tears where steaming down her face and making the inner of the mask damp. She hated drinking urine, the taste, the smell it made her feel humiliated especially when he called her piss pot slut.
He whispered in her ear ‘Now that’s good my piss pot slut, Master is pleased’ as the last few drops entered in her mouth.
He let go of her head and she brought it upward, she had her Master’s taste in her mouth. She leaned her head forward in shame. He then put the vessel back down on the ground and he walked about. She then heard him climb the stairs.
She didn’t know how long he had gone it might have been a few seconds or a few hours. Time meant nothing to her.
After a period of time she heard footsteps on the stairs once more and moving her head to the side she noticed it wasn’t just once pair of footsteps but there was another pair making a tapping noise on the stairs.
She shuddered.
She couldn’t think whom her Master had brought down here to see her in this state.
She heard muffled whispers and some laughter. She then felt her Master touched her naked body.
She tried to talk, but her mouth was dry from being open to long. He told her to be quiet and not to show him up or she would be even more sorry. The women walked around her and soon she felt her touch on her body it was a kind, gentle touch.
‘What a toilet she is, you are training her well’ the women voice said.
She touched her breasts, ‘Can you remove those weights for me please?’
He removed the weights off her nipples and the slut breathed a sigh of relief. The woman looked at her nipples and then teased them in between her thumb and forefinger.
The slut began to moan in ecstasy, she was not used to such a gentle touch after they had been pulled and stretched by the weights. But then all of a sudden she was brought back to reality as she felt some thing cold being applied to her breasts. It was like a cold cream. She knew what was going to happen and pulling back as far as she could began to struggle on the poles that went deep into her. She shook her head franticly from side to side.
Managing to mumble she said ‘OMG noooooooo please noooooooo, Master I am sorry for whatever I have done wrong but no Master please noooooooooo’.
Her Master chuckled and paid no heed to her begging.
The woman then fixed two pads, one on each nipple. She then knelt down and pushed another pad between her legs, fixing it near slut’s clit. As the woman knelt down she smelt the slut cum and the woman licked her lips, ‘not yet’ she heard her Master say to the woman. The woman looked up and grinned at the Master.
She winked and said ‘ I know, I think the slut should get it first don’t you? Then she can lick us out while we amuse ourselves later sweetie’.
He then fixed the ends to his magic box and turning it on she felt a slight tingle to her breasts and clit. She moaned deeply. Then whoooooooosh the whip was let lose on her back.
She flinched as she felt the sting then the machine was turned up a fraction and she was lost in space and time. He repeated his action time and time again so she was floating and her legs started to give way. She had lost count but she knew now, that her body was in spasm, wave after wave of orgasm was ripping through her body, she felt tired and thirsty, her head fell forward.
She heard her Master talking to the female before she passed out. Her back was stinging and the sweat was pouring down her body.
He walked behind her and undoing the gag he pulled her head back and kissed his slave on the lips tenderly, whispering into her ear ‘Master is pleased with his slut’.
He knelt and undid the butt pole and laying it on the floor he then undid the other one, she moaned as it came out of her.
He unfastened the chains that were on her ankles and she brought her legs together. He told her he was going to undo her wrists and to steady herself, if not, she would fall to the floor. As he undid them she stumbled slightly but managed to stand up. She lowered her arms and rubbed them to take away the ache of being chained up for a long period of time.
He moved near and keeping her mask on he pushed her to a corner of the cellar where he had built a shower. It was course but practical and was suitable for his slut needs. There was a cot by the side for her to lie in and on the other side was a hole in the floor. He called it an Asian toilet and said he had seen the system in use while he was in Asia and that was good enough for his slut slave.
He pulled off her hood and told her to shower while he and the woman went upstairs for a drink, but she had 5 minutes to get herself prepared for the next session.
A tear ran down her face as she heard them laugh as they left the cellar. She heard the door close and lock.
She got into the shower and turned it on. The cold water hitting her body made her jump but it felt refreshing. She turned around and the water stung her back where the whip had been. She placed her hand tenderly between her legs, they were still tender from where she’d had the poles inside her and where the pad had been. All she knew was that if she was to touch her clit she would cum. So she washed there gently making sure she was clean. When she had washed all over she had to let herself drip dry as she wasn’t allowed to use a towel.
The door was unlocked and the woman had come down. She was wearing a mask so slut couldn’t see her face, the woman threw an old floor rag at her to dry herself the slut did so after she thanked the woman.
‘Permission to talk please Ma’am?’
‘Yes slut but be careful what you ask or say. If not your Master may give you another session of the whip’.
She looked at the woman and then said ‘slut wanted to thank you for the floor rag Ma’am’, then carried on drying herself. She had wanted to ask more but the fear of another session was too much.
Once she was dried, the woman then told the slut to go the stocks, which slut did at once. Placing her head and wrists in to the stocks the woman lowered the top down and she then locked it.
‘We are going out for dinner slut and we may see you when we return if not have a nice evening. Oh, by the way, your Master wanted me to fit you with this and to leave it on. So happy buzzing slut’.
The woman got hold of a vibrator, fixing it into place and switching it on, she laughed as she saw slut tense up. The masked woman slapped slut’s butt before going up the stairs and as he turned the light off she said ‘ no Cumming slut’.
Slut was left alone in the darkness. She closed her eyes trying hard not to be turned on by the buzzing. Slut didn’t know that her Master had left the video camera running so that they could watch her upstairs as they sat and ate a take-away. She didn’t know they were still in, so how would they know if she came or not.
She didn’t know how long she was left there but she knew she was so wet between her legs. She needed the toilet but knew she couldn’t go until they returned, she prayed it would be soon. She began to pant as she felt her body go into a wave of orgasm. She screamed out sounding like a wild animal and tried to pull her self out of the stocks but she couldn’t. She passed out and was floating.
Slut didn’t know how long she had passed out for but she woke with a jump as crop whipped her butt.
‘What the hell do you think you’re doing slut?’ her Master yelled at her. ‘Pleasuring yourself again, didn’t you learn anything from your last session?’
She lowered her eyes as tears flowed from them. ‘Am sorry Master please forgive slut’
He pulled her head up as much as was possible.
‘Well, well slut you are needing to learn some more aren’t you?’
‘Yessssssss, Master am so sorry for letting my pleasure overtake yours. Please punish slut more so she can learn.’
He unclipped the stocks and pulled her up by her head. Dragging her to the bench he told her to lay down with her face looking upwards. She lay down with her legs and arms over the edge of the bench he locked them into place. So she was spread eagled. He rubbed his hand between her legs and pulling out the vibrator she gasped. He then took his hands and smeared her juices over her face, putting some up her nose he said ‘ You are such a slut. Now you can smell yourself’ he then puts his fingers in between her legs once more and shoved them into her mouth.
‘Suck them like the slut you are’, she sucked her Masters fingers like there was no tomorrow making sure his fingers were nice and clean and free from her juices.
He then went and got a tit whip she looked at it. Her eyes opened wide and she started to cry.
‘I am so sorry Master please no’.
‘How many do you think you should have my slut?’
She thought and then said ‘ Am unsure Master would 10 on each be enough?’
He thought then he said ‘no my little slave I think 20 on each, and I want you to count them and thank me for each one.’
‘Yes Master’ she replied.
She braced herself but he started off softly.
She thanked him for each one. He started to hit harder and he made sure he hit her nipples. She was sobbing but he carried on ignoring her sobbing and begging to stop. She got lost and muddled and was soon mixing up where he had got to.
When he’d finished he knelt down beside her and whispered in her ear ‘does my slut think she has learnt her lesson?’
Through her tears she sobs she replied’ yes Master this slut has.’ He undid her arms and legs and told her to sit up. She straddled the bench and he sat behind her, kissing her neck tenderly and massaging her breast gently.
He leant forward and said ‘Master is pleased with his slut, now wash your face and then come upstairs I have someone I wish you to meet’.
She replied ‘Yes Master’.
He left her alone and she went and washed her face. She carefully looked down at her breasts. She wiped them and then rubbed them with some ointment, as there was slight bleeding and bruising.
She then went upstairs and knocked on the door.
‘Enter slut’.
She entered the room and went across to where her Master was sitting. He clicked his fingers so she knelt beside him.
‘Now my slut, this is Madam Divine, she is pleased with you and hopes you have learnt a lesson from tonight and I want you to thank her.’
Slut lifted her head and then thanked her for the lesson she had learnt.
She looked at the woman in the face, then remembered she had seen Madam before and her face grew crimson as she blushed. She then knew why she had been punished. She had been shopping in the town nearby and had been trying on a new outfit. While she was in the changing room she had played with herself, unbeknownst to her there had been a camera placed in the changing rooms to stop people from stealing clothing from the shop. At that time, slut hadn’t realized that this woman had been watching her the whole time, and as she left the store with her items she had them charged to her Master account. This woman had called her Master and told him what she had seen, she had been paid well by the Master for the information and for the recording of the show, she had sent it to him with a letter saying how she was a Mistress and would be interested in watching slut’s punishment. He sent her a letter back and made arrangements and this was the end result.
She knew how her Master wanted her to thank the woman and as she crawled over to the Madam her Master lent forward and whispered into his slut’s ear ‘Now you remember slut and thank her properly for me!’

Both of us were exhausted after our little romp and fell asleep in each others arms. I awoke some time later and saw her naked body next to mine. I leaned in closer, cupped one of her breasts and began to kiss her neck. Catherine awoke, turned toward me and we kissed a long deep kiss. She got up, took my hand and led me to the bathroom where she started the shower. As she leaned in to adjust the water, I grabbed her from behind and rubbed my stiffening cock along her ass. She leaned back into me. We weren’t done with each other yet. We managed to make our way into the shower to clean up and play some more. After more kissing and licking and sucking and fucking we finished cleaning ourselves and got out and dressed.
I couldn’t get the offer from the little hottie in the elevator out of my mind. During some of our on line romps, Catherine had said she always wanted to do two guys at once, so I approached her about what the girl said. I didn’t know if it was a good idea until she grinned. It was that same evil grin she had when she offered me the cream pie. I was beginning to think that I would learn to love that grin.
“God baby. I wanted you all to myself for the few days we have, but the thought of two men. I don’t know. Are you sure you want to do that?”
I nodded. Catherine took my hand and we headed to the elevator. As we waited for the elevator, we were like two teenagers. Our hands roamed over each other, our lips kissed. The elevator stopped and we walked to room 1501. I knocked and the girl from the elevator opened the door. When she saw us her smile widened. Of course I smiled broadly since she was wearing only her skimpy panties. She hugged Catherine, holding her close and ground her body into Catherine’s. I didn’t know how Catherine would take it. I knew she had never been with a woman and had never really had the urge. She didn’t believe she was bisexual. Evidently, it must have felt right because she appeared to return the embrace. She looked at me, saw the smile on my face and the bulge in my pants and grinned again. I was truly beginning to love that grin.
The hottie welcomed us into the room and closed the door. “I’m glad you decided to come join us. I know you won’t be disappointed. My name is Monica.” We introduced ourselves. She looked at Catherine and said, “Marc has been watching the door to see if you come. He really wants to get to know you.” She motioned to a group of bodies on the king sized bed then looked at me and said, “I love to watch my man fuck hot babes. How about you? Do you like to see your lady with other men?”
Catherine looked at me with a concerned look. Before either of us could say anything, Monica took Catherine’s hand and led us (or, more likely Catherine) to the melange on the bed. On the bed were many people, all pleasuring one woman. 4 men and 2 women were working her body from top to bottom. Marc was between her legs licking and sucking at her pussy. The girl receiving all the attention was writhing and moaning loudly.
Our hostess called to Marc. He stopped licking the girl’s pussy, looked up and smiled as soon as he saw Catherine. He pulled away, got up and walked toward us. The beauty on the bed gasped when Marc’s tongue left her pussy, but another quickly took its place. As Marc walked to Catherine, naked, I got a look at his huge erection. He was surly as big or bigger than Catherine’s favorite 8″ toy. Without saying a word, he looked into Catherine’s eyes, rubbed his erection against her stomach and kissed her passionately.
I must admit that I felt more than just a twinge of jealousy when I saw Catherine kiss him back. Monica turned to me and told me not to worry. She assured me that I would not be left out. I knew that I could probably have anyone in the room, including Monica, but I wanted to be with Catherine. She must have sensed my discomfort. She turned to me, smiled and took my hand. “I said I want two baby, buy I definitely want you to be one of them.” She put my hand to her pussy to show me how wet she was. With all that was going on in the room, the pile of bodies on the bed, the aroma that was in the air, the sounds that filled the room, her body was tingling with anticipation.
Catherine looked from me to Marc, both faces smiling at her. Marc suggested we go to the other bedroom. He wrapped his arm around Catherine and lead her to the other room, motioning me to follow. Catherine turned to me and I saw true lust in her eyes. Monica took my hand and we followed them into the bedroom.
As we entered the room, Monica sat on a sofa in the corner. Marc and I began to undress Catherine, Marc on the top half, me on the bottom. Marc started playing with her breasts, his tongue teasing her hardened nipples. I had her stripped to her panties. I slid my hand up her thighs and she spread her legs. I stroked the crotch of her panties and she moaned. God, she was wet. The aroma was intoxicating.
Marc kissed her and he lowered he to the bed while I undressed. His hands and tongue were racing over her body, her nipples, her pussy. She moaned as her head moved from side to side.
Monica sat on the sofa and watched as Marc and Catherine worked each others bodies. She was playing with her pussy. Her fingers were circling and plunging. Her other hand was kneading her breasts. Her eyes were open just enough to see what was happening. She was truly turned on by the action. I stood there for a while, watching Catherine and Marc, then Monica, stroking my hard cock till I could no longer stand it.
I joined the two of them on the bed, Marc on one side of Catherine, me on the other. We seemed to communicate what to do without talking. We started kissing her. Marc kissed her lips while I nibbled her ear. We started moving down her body to her neck, down to her breasts. We each took a nipple into our mouths, kissing, licking, sucking. While I sucked on Catherine’s nipple, my hand moved down her body.
Marc moved down her body, kissing and licking along the way. When he reached her pussy I moved my hand to her other breast. Marc looked up to me and grinned as Catherine opened her legs wider. He spread her lips apart and began to lick her mons. Catherine gasped, then began to moan loudly, shaking her head from side to side. As he licked and sucked at her pussy, she started thrusting her hips toward his face. She wanted his face buried deep in her cunt. I thought I would be jealous, but I was really turned on. The look on Catherine’s face was truly beautiful. Monica was obviously also turned on as she was plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy while watching the three of us.
I moved up Catherine’s body, kissing all the way. Our lips met. We were both so caught up in the moment, in everything going on in the room. The passion exploded in both of us. Our tongues frantically probed each others mouths. My hands teased and caressed her breasts. Marc teased and probed her pussy.
Catherine pulled her lips from mine and looked at me with that grin I had come to love. I’m not bi, but we had fantasized about the two of us doing some guy together. “Hey babe. Remember when we talked about sucking cock together?” I nodded. “Help me out baby. Suck his cock with me. Lets make him cum together.”
Before I could nod, she relaxed her body and broke Marc’s tongue grip on her pussy. She leaned up and patted the bed and motioned him to lay on his back. As Marc rolled over onto the bed, she looked at me and said, “Come on baby. Help me suck his cock.” She kissed me with her tongue between my lips. So wanting. So lustful. She broke the kiss and slid down the bed to Marc’s hips. I couldn’t resist. I followed her down, Catherine on one side of his body and me on the other. She looked into my eyes and said, “Trust me baby. This is going to be so good.” I looked at Catherine, then Monica who was frantically finger fucking herself.
Catherine took Marc’s throbbing cock in her hand and kissed the tip. His cock fluttered at her touch. She opened her mouth and took in just the head. Her tongue was swirling around the head inside her hot wet mouth. She looked at me. I watched her, my eyes big and alert. My mouth followed her movements. She pulled away from Marc’s cock and began licking up and down the shaft. My head moved down and I started doing as she was. I began to lick with her, up and down his shaft. Marc was moaning with both of us teasing his cock. Our lips met on Marc’s cock and we kissed. As we kissed, our lips moved to the head of his cock. We were kissing each other and kissing Marc’s cock at the same time. Monica was moaning along with Marc.
Catherine pulled away. “Watch me baby. Watch how I do this.”
She opened her mouth and took Marc’s cock in. As she closed her lips around his hard cock and began to suck him, she moaned. The vibe of her moan made Marc moan in return. Up and down. Up and down. Marc was moaning. “Oh yeah. Jesus, suck it.” I looked at Monica. Her eyes were staring in lust.
Catherine pulled away from him and looked at me. “Your turn baby. Suck it for me just like I showed you. I was consumed with lust. I licked my lips and stared at his massive cock. I grabbed his cock in my hand and stroked. Then I lowered my mouth to take a lick. I opened my mouth and took in the head. I wanted to do whatever it took to satisfy Catherine. As I sucked, I began to like it. I liked having my mouth filled with Marc’s cock. God, it was hot. I opened wider. I wanted to take as much as I could. I wanted to deep throat him. Unfortunately I didn’t know how to control my gag reflexes like Catherine so I had to back off. I still took as much as I could. I swirled my tongue around the head. I tried to do all those things that Catherine did to me. I wanted to make her proud. Up and down. Up and down. I must have been doing a pretty good job because Marc was moaning and saying, “Oh yeah. Suck it. Suck my cock.” I was really getting into it.
Catherine whispered in my ear, “That’s so fucking hot baby, but easy. I want some more too.” I looked up and saw the lust in her eyes.
I pulled back with a string of spit leading from my lips to Marc’s cock. Without missing a beat, Catherine took over. Her lips parted and took his strong hard cock back into her mouth. She was hungry for cock. To suck it. To tease it. To swallow him. I found out earlier that Catherin is a great cocksucker. I knew exactly what Marc was feeling. He let out moans that filled the room. Behind me, I heard Monica moan even louder. I turned and saw her stroking and fingering her pussy with fury. She and Marc were gazing at each other with pure love in their eyes. The sights. The sounds. The aromas. They were intoxicating.
Catherine was working Marc’s cock and balls with abandon. She must have sensed that his time was near. She looked at me and said, “Baby, come here. He’s ready to explode. Share it with me baby. Let him shoot his load in both our mouths and faces. Finish him for me baby. I want to watch you get him off.”
By then, I was more than eager to take over. God, I wanted to make her proud of me. I opened wide and took him as far as I could. I was consumed. All I could think of was making him cum. Catherine said, “When he cums baby, don’t take it all. I want some too.”
I felt his cock begin to swell. His breathing became more rapid. His moans grew louder. The first wave of cum surprised me. I didn’t expect it to be so intense. I pulled back, my mouth full of his cum and pulled Catherine’s head to his cock. She enveloped it. He was still cumming in droves. She greedily sucked his cock of his hot white cum. Monica let out a scream. She was cumming. Hard.
Catherine finally pulled off with her mouth full of his cum. As she stroked his cock, it was still spewing the white stuff. Both of us had Marc’s cum in our mouths. I leaned in to kiss Catherine. We shared his cum with each other, our lips kissing passionately, our tongues dancing in each others mouths. We licked each others faces to remove the cum. Then we kissed again. I moved down to lick one more gob into my mouth then moved over to Monica and kissed her hard, sharing Marc’s cum with her. She wrapped her arms around me and took my tongue into her mouth.
I moved back to the bed with Catherine and Marc. Catherine looked at me, her eyes glazed over with lust. “Oh my god baby. That was so fucking hot! Thank you for suggesting we come. Thank you for joining in with me. God, I’m so fucking horny now. Oh please, will somebody fuck me….NOW????”

It was a day to remember.
I was in my last year at high school preparing for my university entrance exams, the day before I’d celebrated my eighteenth birthday with a party, I was now experiencing my first hang over and then ….. IT happened.
My final class for the day was Special Maths with two other students, the teacher Miss Beverly Hall. The sessions started as normal but I found myself drifting off soon after Miss Hall started an explanation of a complex mathematical theory.
‘You don’t seem to be keeping up Ken. Do you have a problem?’
Before I had a chance to answer one of my classmates, a supposedly good friend said with a laugh ‘He’s probably still recovering from his birthday celebrations last night’.
‘Really’ said Miss Hall ‘How many years?’
‘Eighteen’.
‘Oh well I suppose we have to show leniency though now you’re a man in the eyes of the law Ken you’ll have to learn to take your drink like a man’.
Miss Hall returned to the blackboard but then came to sit on the edge of her desk which happened to be in front of where I was sitting. As she continued to give forth on the theory which was the topic of the day, she placed first one foot and then the other on the desk at the front and slowly parted her legs, her skirt riding up nearly to her knees giving me a clear view of her stocking tops and light blue panties cut high up on her thigh. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and quickly looked around to see if my class-mates had seen what I had seen but both were busy scribbling away taking down the words falling from Miss Hall’s lips. I however was concentrating on another set of far more interesting lips, albeit covered at the moment.
As I watched I noticed that Miss Hall was keeping an eye on the other students and while they continued their note-taking she took the opportunity from time to time to open her legs and flash her pantied crotch.
All too quickly, for me anyway, the class came to an end and I got up to follow my class-mates out trying my best to hide the hard-on the sight of Miss Hall’s thighs had produced. However just before I reached the door I heard a voice quietly saying ‘Wait a minute Ken, I want a word’.
I went back to stand beside the desk where she was now seated her eyes at a level close to where my trousers were showing clear signs that all was not quite normal inside. Miss Hall looked, no stared, at the bulge and said ‘Happy birthday Ken. But really you have to pay more intention if you’re going to get that scholarship you’re chasing. Was it just the hangover that kept your mind off your work today or was there something else which aroused your interest?’
I noticed she emphasised the word ‘aroused’
‘Well to tell the truth, you sitting on the desk in front of me distracted me’
‘Oh. How was that? What did you see?’
‘I’m sorry Miss Hall but I could see up your skirt.’
‘How far up?’
‘Up past your stockings’
‘Did you see my panties?’
“Yes’ I mumbled.
‘What colour were they?’
‘Light blue’
‘And what were you thinking as you looked at my panties?’
‘I’d rather not say. It’s embarrassing.’
‘Well I think from what I can see,’ said Miss Hall looking directly at the bulge in my trousers which just refused to subside, ‘I think it’s pretty obvious what you were thinking. So if you can’t or won’t tell me now your homework tonight is to write a detailed description of your thoughts. And I expect it to be open and detailed. I hope you understand what I want. I’m really looking forward to reading your paper.’
With that she got up from her desk and walked out leaving me wondering what the hell was going on.
After that encounter I couldn’t get home quickly enough to take out my swollen cock and jerk off hard and fast to a shattering ejaculation. A second, even more satisfying gush followed.
Leaning back, relaxed, in my chair, I began to think about Miss Beverly Hall. She was attractive but not drop-dead gorgeous. Good figure, good sized but by not huge tits, nice legs, big mouth, dark hair cut short, glasses. Age mid thirties, single as was generally understood. She always wore stockings, well at least she had today but perhaps at other times she wore tights. And what stuck in my mind was the smooth expanse of flesh reaching from the top of her stockings up to her high-cut panties.
My thoughts reluctantly turned to the task she had set me and I began to think about the approach I would take. She had said ‘open and detailed’ by which I assumed (hoped) she wanted me to spell out what I was thinking lay behind those panties. But dare I take the risk of putting on paper just what I had pictured in my mind? “What the hell’ I thought, ‘She obviously wants me to give it to her no-holds barred and I could always deny I had written it.’
Without further thought I turned to my computer and after a good hour and several changes I sat back satisfied with what I had produced and which I intended to give to Miss Hall tomorrow.
‘The sight of your panties took me by surprise, surprise followed by unimaginable pleasure at seeing what was spread before me. I was delighted to see you wore stockings and not tights and showed slices of smooth inner thigh leading up to you hidden treasures. What these are I can only guess at but let me tell you what I imagine lay behind that thin gusset of nylon.
Of one thing I can be sure – there’s a cunt between those smooth thighs. But beyond that I have only my imagination to call on.
Perhaps it would be best if I described what I’d like it to be. Mind you if I’m wrong, no problem. Whatever it looks like I know I’d love it.
First I think of it as hairy, very hairy, long soft dark hair. Then puffy lips hiding a prominent clit, tight fuck hole wet with cunt juice just waiting for a very horny young cock to slide in to the hilt. A slow fuck for a start but as our excitement gathers it becomes faster and harder until we both reach orgasm and then lie still, my cock, still semi-hard, relishing the tightness and the slickness of your fuck tunnel. We kiss and sleep.’
As before, our next session with Miss Hall was the last of the day and much to my disappointment she gave me no more attention than she did my classmates. As I left the room I handed her an envelope and simply said “Here’s the homework you gave me yesterday’.
The following day, the same routine, the same seeming indifference from Miss Hall until just as I was leaving the classroom she slipped an envelope into my hand. Quickly I found a private spot and ripped open the envelope. This is what I read:
‘Quite a good description but not completely accurate.
Yes my cunt is hairy, hairier than you imagine. The hair spreads from just below my navel round to my arsehole (I do hope you like hairy ones!). I keep it long except around my cunt lips which I like to be exposed. My inner lips are quite long and hang out below the outer ones which you correctly guessed are puffy. I like the feel of my inner lips rubbing against my panties which incidentally I don’t always wear. Perhaps if it I’d known it was your birthday I’d have taken them off before giving you a show. Another time if you ask me nicely.
Again you’re right my clit is prominent and in fact is unusually large. I’ve seen lots of big ones on the web but none bigger than mine, most smaller. I’ve always masturbated by stroking my clit, even if I’m using a dildo (I started when I was eleven, 25 years ago) and over the years it’s grown to the point where it looks like a small cock. I remember a boy friend many years ago licking it and I went off like a rocket. Unfortunately it’s a long time since anyone’s gone down on me – perhaps you’ll do me the favour some time – soon!.
My cunt hole (I like your description better - fuck hole) is quite tight despite my regular use of a dildo. My cunt muscles seem to expand to take it in but snap back when I remove it. I like to think that your cock is thick (I don’t mind if it’s not overly long but I do like it thick). Do write and give me a detailed description.
I can’t say my cunt is always wet but I can say it’s never dry. It’s always at least damp and when I’m feeling horny, which is often I’m happy to say, my cunt juice flows freely.
The one thing you didn’t mention is smell. God I do hope you like strong smelling cunts as mine is very strong. I usually wash it twice a day but every now and again leave it to ‘mature’ for a day, sometimes longer. Even after a day I can smell it when I’m dressed. I’m very careful where I go when it’s unwashed especially if I’ve decided not to dry myself after I’ve pissed, just let the remaining drips soak into my panties (then they get really ripe – I’m sure you’d love to jerk off sniffing them).
But I love it when I’m lying in my bed, hot and horny with a rubber cock up my fuck hole (occasionally up my arse hole) gently stroking my swollen clit and the smell rises up and fills my nostrils. After such a session I just have to get up and wash it thoroughly, otherwise it would be just too anti-social.
So there you have it. My cunt is hairy, hot, juicy and cock-welcoming. Along with a protruding clit and a smell to die for I believe I have a lot to offer a guy who likes to fuck hard and strong and who likes to get down to the basics.
Could you be that guy? I really hope so as I’ve had visions in my head for months now of you lying on top of me fucking my wet cunt hard and telling me how much you love my smell; or eating me out sucking the cunt juice out of my fuck hole and licking my clit while I come over and over again; or feeling your cock hairs and cum-filled balls against my arse cheeks as you fuck my arse hole doggy style and shoot a load of hot cock juice deep inside my gut. God I hope so much it will happen.
I can’t wait to hear from you.’

This is a sequel to my story “The Annual Outing”. You should read it before reading this story. I have received several comments from readers of that story indicating unhappiness about the wimpy forgiveness of Jim for his adulteress wife, Janis. I suppose that most of those critics would preferred that Jim had divorced Janis and thrown her out of the house based on the assumption that Jim would automatically gain custody of their children. I believe that Jim recognized that if he divorced his cheating wife he could not assume he would automatically assume custody of their children solely based on her adultery. In a court of law the sole criteria for custody in most states is ‘what’s best for the child’. If Jim had divorced her she would most likely have been given custody of the children as the nurturing parent and he would have ended up with only visitation rights and been saddled with alimony and child support payments. Not a good deal for him. She makes out better than he does even though he’s the one who is wronged. So that is why old Jim bit the bullet and allowed her to stay. This sequel looks at some measure of revenge that he planned but it requires he have a lot of patience.
In the weeks that followed our making up our lives returning to normal I gave a lot of thought to what had happened and though I was ready to forgive her for her dalliance with another man on her annual outing, however, the fact that she has deliberately allowed him to impregnate her was causing a painful gnawing in my gut. I thought about having her see a psychiatrist and mentioned this to her to see if he could determine why she would do such a thing. She initially agreed but I could never get her to make an appointment to see one and the subject just seemed to fade away. However, I didn’t forget about it and tried to analyze her behavior myself. To my mind what she had done indicated a dangerous behavioral quirk and character flaw that may lay dormant but may return again sometime. The fact that she didn’t want to see a psychiatrist about it indicated she knew it was there and didn’t want to expose it to the light of day. This meant she knew would do something similar someday. However, the fact that she was caught the first time meant that she would be a lot more devious the second time around.
I was determined to try to do whatever I could to keep another similar episode from happening again or at the very least to try to keep it from happening while the children were young. Jan was a loving mother and really nurtured the children and they needed her. In any custody battle she would most likely prove the superior parent. So I needed a multi pronged attack on the problem.
I first went to talk with a lawyer about it. I’d heard about prenuptial agreements. What about a nuptial agreement or a contract between persons who were already married that would formally establish a financial agreement regarding the assets of our marriage. The attorney said that a contract could be prepared that would supercede any obligation provided by marriage. I told him what I wanted and he said he would prepare a contract that would penalize Jan financially if she strayed again.
Second, I thought about improving electronic monitoring of her but in the current situation at home she wouldn’t be liable to upset the applecart too soon. It might be several years before a situation arose to trigger some new infidelity on her part. Besides, it would take hours on a daily basis to listen to recordings of her daily activities from listening devices and wire taps. No, I would wait and watch for anything that was a break in her normal daily routine before beginning a new round of monitoring. I knew the next time she would be a lot more cautious and it would take an extraordinary and expensive system to catch her. I did however start a special fund to have the monies available to expand my system and hire detectives without her being aware if it was needed. She usually let me handle our finances, but in the past I’d kept her privy to what was going on in that area in case something happened to me so I planned to continue the normal routine but without providing knowledge about the special fund.
Third, I insisted that we go to marriage counseling to try to improve our marriage skills. I needed to have a record that I had done everything I could to make this marriage work.
Fourth, I began to expand my role as a nurturer of our children. I may need to prove to a judge someday that I had as much a role in raising the children as Jan did. At the present time she had the advantage in this department as she was a stay-at-home mom. Later, when the children started school, I would encourage her to return to the work force to help minimize her time home alone. She had a BA in Library Science so she wouldn’t have too much trouble finding meaningful work on a part time basis, that could be expanded to full time when the children were old enough. Also, I thought a library would also be good in her case as it would limit her from meeting a lot of men.
Finally, I determined that we would have more time for ourselves by going away periodically and randomly on weekends where I would attempt to renew our marriage and our love for one another. I was willing to do everything I could to keep the family together, but also plan for a worse case situation.
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Chapter 2 The Nuptial Agreement
A week after visiting the lawyer regarding the nuptial agreement I got a call from him that he had a draft completed and wanted to go over it with me. I took a few hours personal time from work and went down to his office. The agreement was fairly straight forward and essentially contained the items that I requested him to include. Basically, it required us to agree to be faithful to one another without any infidelities or the adulterer would be divorced and lose all financial interest in the marriage assets. The period of this contractual obligation would expire when our youngest child reach his twenty first birthday. After that date any divorce would be based on a fifty fifty split of assets. Of course, if there was a divorce due to adultery before that date the parent who received custody of the children would receive child support from the other until they turned twenty one. Adultery was described as the voluntary intercourse, whether orally or vaginally, between a man or woman. Kissing was excluded.
I took a copy of the agreement and that evening sat down with Jan and explained why I wanted the agreement. She was a little shocked but when I told her that it would go a long way for me to trust her again she reluctantly agreed to sign it. She really didn’t have much of an option as a refusal to sign it would have returned our marriage to the time I imposed the conditions on her. Refusing to sign could also be interpreted to indicate she planned to be unfaithful again. We made a date to meet at our lawyers office the following morning to have our signatures notarized. Next morning after the signing I took Jan to a restaurant and we had coffee. She was quiet and withdrawn as we sat and at a table.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“I’ve been thinking how all this could have been avoided if I hadn’t gotten on a mindless track. I don’t know why I did it. Something seemed to snap and I got involved in the intrigue and lust involved in our meetings.”
“Well, hopefully, we’ll both have to be very careful in the future not to jeopardize our marriage.”
Seeing as I was vulnerable in this agreement, as well as Jan, I recognized that I would have to be very careful not to find myself in a compromising situation for the next eighteen years.
That night we made passionate love together. I felt some relief that we passed this milestone in our new relationship and was now ready to get on with our new marriage.
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Chapter 3 Life Goes On
Time passed, as it always does, and we became a happy family again. Jan and I enjoyed an active sex life with loving passion interspersed with weekends away by ourselves to revel in our new found love away from the responsibilities of parenthood. Our parents provided the necessary baby sitting services. They were more than happy to play the doting grandparents.
We went to marriage counseling for a year and got some garbage cleaned out of our relationship and went on from there. I tried to take a more active role with raising our two children; reading to them at bed time, playing ball and other games with them and being supportive of Jan in her parental role.
Occasionally, I checked the wire tape recorder and her cell phone log to verify that there were no str