Part 1

I was still seated in my chair naked from the waist down, watching my erection slowly dissipate. Thin strands of cum hung from tip of my flaccid dick as the last few drops leaked out.  My brain was filled with dopamine and serotonin and all of the other lovely chemicals that are released after a really good orgasm.  I was in absolute heaven.  I looked over at the bed and saw Steph lying flat on her back, arms sprawled out and her legs hanging down over the side of my bed.  She was also naked from the waist down and enjoying her post-cum buzz.  Her eyes were closed and she had a hint of a smile on her face.  Her nipples were rock hard under her shirt.

Even though I was well into my refractory period, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her pussy.  I had waited for so long to see it, and now that it was finally right in front of me, I was damn well going to enjoy it.  I tried to commit it to memory in case this happened to be a fluke, one-time thing. Lying on her back with her legs slightly spread, I still couldn’t see beyond her outer lips. It looked like it was sealed up tight except for where her clit poked out slightly.  The soft skin of her vulva was just slightly darker than the skin above and around it, and all I could think of was how good it would feel on my face.

“You know," she said, “I think that’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had.  Bravo!”

“I KNOW that’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” I replied, “ I saw stars for a minute there. Wow.”

She giggled and sat up.  She looked at me and said, “You know, I wasn’t kidding when I told you that I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“Seriously?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Yes, seriously!  I’ve had a thing for you almost since the day we met.  At first I was just too shy to say anything, and then over time as we became closer it just felt like we were going down the ‘best friend’ path instead.  It just never felt like the right time to say anything. I’m sorry if this has changed things between us.”

All this time, she had felt the same way as I had.  Now was the time for me to come clean as well.

“Steph, I’ve been in love with you since High School. I love literally everything about you.  No other girl has ever made me feel the way I feel when I’m with you. Honestly, what just happened was a dream come true.”  It felt good to finally admit my feelings to her, but my heart was pounding waiting for her reaction.

At first, she didn’t say anything. We both sat in silence for just a few seconds and then she said, “Well shit, do you mean that we’ve both spent the last few years fantasizing and masturbating over each other separately when we could have just been doing this together instead?” This made us both laugh, but she had a point.  We had both been too afraid to change things between us that neither one of us wanted to make a move.  The revelation that while I was lusting over her, taking secret glances at her body, and wishing that I could fuck her, she had been doing the same to me blew my mind. I had never suspected a thing.

“Yeah, I guess so!  So you mean to tell me you’ve actually masturbated to thoughts of ME?” I asked her.

“Oh yeah, frequently.” she said shyly. “I’ve busted so many nuts to thoughts of your bare, muscular chest and arms.  The first time I saw you without a shirt on, I thought I was going to DIE.  Why do you think I kept inviting you over to come swimming at my pool?  I thought for sure you’d caught me staring at least once or twice.”

I hadn’t.  I was in pretty decent shape, but had no idea that my body had this effect on her.  How did I miss this?  She continued, “God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” she blushed, “My daily shower routine for years has been to point the showerhead at my clit while dreaming of your hard dick rubbing against it and then filling up my pussy.”

Clearly, my refractory period was over.  Listening to Steph’s confession, my dick began to harden again.  We were both still bottomless, so there was no hiding it.  She noticed right away and got that sly smile back on her face.

“Probably my biggest fantasy though is  that sometimes before I go to sleep I try and picture what you’d look like when you jerk off while I touch myself.  It makes me cum so fast.”

As she spoke, she reached down to her still naked pussy and started rubbing her clit.  The whole time her eyes were glued to my stiffening cock.  She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and she was loving it.

My dick had been growing slowly, but sprang to full attention when she took two fingers and spread her labia majora, breaking the seal and finally revealing her frilly pink inner lips and tight vaginal opening.   She teased herself a bit before inserting one finger and then two and pulling them out completely wet. “Jerk off for me,” she said as she resumed rubbing herself with her slick, wet fingers.

I needed no convincing and took my cock into my hand as I watched my dream girl touch herself.  Feeling bold, I made a confession of my own, “You don’t know how many times I’ve pictured myself jerking off onto your pussy and tits.  In my mind I’ve covered you in so much cum”. Saying these words to her made me even hornier, and I pumped my cock even harder.

She obviously liked this and reached up and removed her red cotton t-shirt before quickly returning her hand down to her hard little clit.  She was fully nude in front of me now. Her torso was fit and tanned.  She was braless and her small tits stood out proudly  The pink of her nipples was darker than I had pictured, but fuck, were they perfect.  “I’d love it if you came on my tits Scott.  Also, you should take your shirt off too.”

I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head. I swear I could hear her pussy get wetter as soon as it was off. Her fingers frantically circled her clit, and her pussy was now wide open. Her fingers darted into her pussy hole every now and then.  I knew at this point I wasn’t going to last much longer.   I moved up onto the bed and pointed my dick at her chest.  With her free hand, she reached up and cupped my balls gently, slowly rubbing my scrotum.  That’s all it took.  My balls once again tightened in her hand and I began to spurt hot cum all over her tits and stomach.   The pleasure I felt was unmatched by anything I had felt before, which was surprising given the mind bending orgasm she had given me not 10 minutes ago.

As soon as she felt the sticky warmth of my cum on her tits. she began to moan and convulse.  “Fuuuuuuuuuu--” was all she could get out.  Her eyes closed, her mouth opened wide and she arched her back while furiously rubbing herself.  I looked down and could see the contractions of her vagina as she came. I could watch her come forever.  She was so beautiful.

Again, we both collapsed on the bed, our hot genitals practically steaming at this point.  My dick once again dribbling cum and her pussy also drooling wetness down her legs.  We were both exhausted and drained but we both had smiles on our faces that we couldn’t wipe off.  Both of us had finally relieved years of built up sexual tension and the release had felt so good.  And to think, we hadn’t even fucked yet.

“Thanks again for letting me come over. I really needed this,” Melissa says exasperatedly.

“Don’t worry girl. We got you. I totally understand needing to decompress from all the bullshit,” my wife, Alexis, responds, pulling her in for a hug on the couch.

“Such bullshit!” she mutters into my wife’s shoulder.

I watch their embrace and roll my eyes before returning to my game. She does this a lot. She comes over after something stressful or upsetting happens at work, or with her family, or with a boy. She vents for hours as she and my wife down glass after glass of wine. Then once she’s got it all out she takes an Uber home and it begins again in a week or so. It’s their little ritual that keeps them sane I guess.

Tonight she’s upset that someone at work isn’t respecting her authority. Or maybe she’s upset because her boss is incompetent? Maybe both? I’m not sure. I haven’t really been listening. I don’t really say much in these meetings. My main function is to refill the glasses when they run empty and to throw in an occasional affirmation when it’s asked of me. Otherwise I just play my Switch until things wind down.

“Honey, do you mind getting us some more wine?” Alexis requests still wrapped in her best friend’s arms.

I start to stand up to do it but am interrupted by Melissa who pulls away from my wife. “No, don't do that. I’ve got enough of a buzz. And I think I should probably get going soon anyway. I have an early morning.”

“Are you sure?” I ask her.

“Yeah. I’ll call my ride.” She pulls out her phone and quickly navigates to Uber and requests a ride. “Ten minutes”

“I’m sorry that things have been so tough. Hopefully you can get home and get a good night's sleep. Maybe “destress” a little first,” Alexis says with a wink.

“UGH!” Melissa throws herself back on the couch disappointedly. “That reminds me. My fucking vibrator is dead.”

“It’s okay girl. Just charge it while you shower and change.”

“No! It’s like DEAD dead. I haven’t gotten around to getting another one yet,” she says as she slumps further into the chair.

“Oh no! That’s the worst.” my wife says empathetically. She pauses for a moment to think before asking, “Do you want to borrow one of mine?”
I shoot her a confused look upon hearing that.

“What? I wash them after I use them. It’s not like she’s getting my juices with them.”

“No juices?” she exclaims jokingly. “Well then I definitely don’t want it!”

We all laugh out loud before my wife interjects, “But really. I’m serious. You seem stressed. And I’ve got plenty.”

Melissa lets out a deep breath. “Show them to me then”

Alexis turns to me and tells me, “Go get the box please.”

I stand up and walk towards our bedroom. I don’t quite understand how they’re so comfortable with this but who am I to ruin the fun? I walk to my wife’s side of the bed and get down on my hands and knees to pull out a shoe box filled with her toys and walk it back to the living room.

I hand her the container and sit back down next to her. She rubs her hands together excitedly before lifting open the lid. “WOW! Look at all this!”

Inside the box is a collection of dildos, vibrators, and plugs in all shapes, colors, and sizes. She begins picking up each of the toys from the box and examining them. “Wow. You’re such a little slut.” Melissa jests.

My wife laughs. “You knew that!” She watches her friend peruse her collection of fucktoys with a huge smile pasted on her face. “Anything pique your interest?”

“Oh yeah. I really like the look of this big boy.”

She reaches into the box and grabs one of the toys. When I see which one she has her fingers wrapped around, my heart jumps in my chest.

“Oooooohh. That’s one of my favorites.” Alexis chimes in as she makes knowing eye contact with me.

The toy that Melissa picked up wasn’t just any dildo. It was an anniversary gift that I got for my wife last year. It was a clone…of my dick.

“I can see why! It’s so big. So long. Nice girth.” She grips it tightly, stacking her hands demonstrating its size. “And the veins! They’re so realistic. God if only I could find a man with something like this.”

My wife looks up to me, biting her lip to stop herself from revealing the secret that we both know. I shake my head at her because Melissa doesn’t need to know all of that. Alexis pouts her lip. Her friend glances up and sees her.

“What’s that face?” she asks.

“Nothing…” my wife responds coyly.

Alexis turns between her and me trying to understand our looks. She looks down to her hands not believing. “Are you telling me…that he…he’s got one this big?”

My heart begins to race. My wife smirks and shrugs.

“You’re telling me that you’ve got this weapon on you?” she screams pointing it at my face.

I smile. “That’s me.”

“Oh my god! Alexis!”

She pauses and stares at the toy in her hand silently. I can’t tell if she’s disgusted or trying to come up with a joke. Or maybe…she’s turned on?

Suddenly her phone dings, breaking up the noiseless room. She looks down at her phone before holding it up to show us. “My ride.” She puts down the model of my cock and grabs one of the smaller vibrators. “I’ll take something I’m a little more accustomed to.”

My wife and Melissa stand up and hug each other exchanging goodbyes. Alexis turns to me. “Honey, can you make sure she gets out okay. I’m gonna start cleaning up.”

“Sure,” I respond.

We walk to the door and step out front. She thanks me for letting her come over again.

“Anytime Melissa.”

She starts to walk away but before she can get a few steps away she stops. She turns back to face me. “That’s not actually what yours looks like, is it?”

I chuckle. “Not exactly.”

She nods her head. “That’s what I thought.”

She starts to walk away again. Right as she’s about to reach for the Uber door I call out. “It’s about an inch short!”

She tilts her head and looks like she wants to say something but ends up shaking her head and getting in the car instead. I laugh as the Uber pulls away and walk back into the house.

My wife is washing the dishes. I walk over and pick up the box of toys and bring them back to the bedroom before assisting her with the rest of the chores.

We’re walking back to our room to go to bed when my phone buzzes. I check it and see that it’s a message from Alexis. ‘Oh shit. Did she forget something?’ I think to myself. I open it to see.

“You’re so full of shit!”

I shake my head in confusion before typing out “???”

The three dots appear indicating that she’s drafting a message.

Buzz

“There’s no way that you’re bigger than that toy. You really shouldn’t lie to your friends lol.”

I let out an audible exhale laughing at her message.

“What’s up?” my wife asks.

My heart stops. “Huh?”

“You laughed. What’s up?”

“Uhhhhhh…” I debate whether or not it’s worth getting into but ultimately decide to tell her the truth. “It’s just Melissa. She asked me outside if the toy is really me. I told her that I was bigger. Now she’s calling me a liar.”

“What a bitch!” she says jokingly. “You should prove her wrong.”

I laugh thinking that she’s kidding.

“I’m serious. Whip it out! I’ll grab the toy.”

She scurries over to her side of the bed and bends down to pick up the toy from the box.

“Wait. Are you for real?” I ask stunned by her complicity.

“Of course. No one calls my man a liar.” She walks over holding the silicone model of my dick. “And besides, you saw how she was holding it. You know she wants to see it.”

I can feel my penis start to become erect. “You won’t be mad?”

Alexis hands me the toy and cranes her neck up to kiss me. “I’ll be mad if you don’t. Send it big boy.” She walks into our connected bathroom to finish getting ready for the night.

That kiss was enough to make me rock hard. I drop my pants down and my dick springs forward. I use one hand to position the dildo next to my cock. The girth, and shape, and veins are all identical, but the length surpasses the toy by nearly the full head. With my other hand I use my phone to snap a picture.

I go back to messages and attach the photo and type out a message “You should trust your friends lol”, but I hesitate to hit send. My wife comes out of the bathroom wearing a sexy little nightgown. She walks over to me and sees me staring at the unsent picture and before I can say anything reaches up and hits send.

I gasp in fear of the realization of what just happened. I try to go in and unsend the message but Alexis steals my phone away. “Uh uh uh. Now we wait.”

A few seconds pass and the message goes from “Delivered” to “Read”. Almost immediately I receive three messages from her.

“OH”

“MY”

“GOD”

“I knew she’d love it,” my wife says with satisfaction.

Another message comes in.

“Your dick looks amaaaaazing!”

Alexis hands me the phone back. “Answer her. Don’t hold back. Say what you want to say.”

I look down at the screen and quickly type out “You should see it in action.” My wife nods her head in approval. Send.

Another message comes back “God I wish I could!”

Alexis drops to her knees.

“What are you doing?” I ask her.
“You saw what she said. It’s time to put on a show.”

To be continued…

I'm not going to lie, when he pulled out after maybe two minutes and came on my stomach with this look on his face like he'd just accidentally sent a text to the wrong person, I thought okay this is going to be a whole thing.

We'd been building up to this for weeks. Lots of making out, lots of him fingering me in his car after dates, lots of texting about what we wanted to do to each other. And when it finally happened, in his twin bed with the door locked and his roommate gone for the weekend, he lasted approximately the length of a TikTok.

He pulled the condom off and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me and said "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, you just felt so good and I couldn't—" and he sounded genuinely upset and I could see his shoulders tensing like he was waiting for me to laugh or leave.

I sat up and put my hand on his back and said "hey, it's fine, seriously" and he turned around and his face was so red and he said "it's not fine, I wanted it to be good for you."

And then he got this determined look, like he was about to take an exam he'd studied for, and he said "lie back."

He kissed down my neck, my collarbones, my tits, spending time on each nipple, sucking gently, flicking with his tongue until they were hard and sensitive and I was squirming. He kissed down my stomach, across my hip bones, down the inside of my thigh. He took his time. Like he was making a point.

When his mouth finally touched my pussy I understood that whatever he lacked in stamina he made up for in enthusiasm. He licked me like he was trying to memorize the taste, long slow strokes from my entrance to my clit, and when I gasped he looked up at me and said "right there?" and I said "right there" and he stayed right there.

He ate me out for, and I checked the clock because I couldn't believe it, forty minutes. FORTY. He varied the pressure, alternated between licking and sucking my clit, pushed his tongue inside me, traced letters on my clit (I think he was literally spelling the alphabet at one point and honestly it worked). His jaw had to be destroyed but he didn't stop, didn't slow down, and every time I got close he could feel it in the way my thighs tensed against his head and he'd speed up.

I came the first time gripping his sheets and arching off the bed and saying "oh god oh god oh fuck" and he kept going and I came again maybe five minutes later, this one deeper, slower, rolling through my whole body while his tongue stayed flat and steady against my clit and his fingers pumped inside me and I could hear how wet I was, this obscene slick sound that would have embarrassed me if I wasn't busy having my soul leave my body.

After the second one I pulled him up by his hair because I physically could not take any more and he wiped his face on the sheet and grinned at me and his lips were swollen and shiny and his chin was dripping and he said "was that better?"

I laughed so hard I snorted and pulled him down and kissed him and tasted myself on his mouth and we lay there tangled up with his softening dick against my thigh and his arm across my chest and I said "you don't need to last longer, you just need to keep doing that" and he said "deal."

He got hard again about twenty minutes later while we were watching something on his laptop and the second round he lasted fifteen minutes and it was honestly perfect.

The next morning he made scrambled eggs with hot sauce and kept looking at me across the kitchen with this dopey proud smile and I realized this was going to be a thing and I wanted it to be.

Link to Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/s/ENZbjQ1SN9

Part 2

I checked my watch as I stood in the cement stairwell beside a locked door marked with a big green 7. It had been fifteen minutes since she told me to meet her here, and I was starting to feel stupid. Maybe she was toying with me. Maybe she’s sitting down in the cafeteria right now with a coworker laughing about how she sent that 19 year old orderly to the seventh floor and told him to wait for her to open the door.

Fuck, I’m an idiot, I thought as I contemplated eating my lunch right there on the stairs instead of risking the embarrassment of seeing her in the cafeteria. After all, I was half of the way through my 30 minute break.

Just as I was deciding which mediocre bag lunch item to start with, the door handle twisted and pulled open. Rebecca was beaming with her usual energy, which is how I had come to picture her in my imagination. She looked down the stairwell briefly and pulled me in by the arm, closing the door behind her. “Sorry about that. I had to chart a few things and then Dr. Franklin called me to discuss my other patient. Thanks for sticking around.”

“No problem. The stairwell was nice.” Fuck, what a dumb thing to say. I was excited when she asked me to lunch, but I was so much more nervous after thinking she may have ditched me and now standing here alone with her in this dark, vast, open space.

She chuckled and shook her head. “Yeah I’m sure the stairwell was real great. Here, come with me. This is like the hospital’s attic. They just store extra stuff up here. It’s really just the facilities guys that come up here every once in a blue moon. I’ll show you my secret spot.”

We walked through the huge, undeveloped space filled with a maze of old office furniture, rows of extra hospital room cabinetry, beds, giant cardboard boxes containing equipment, just lots of “stuff.” It was an organized mess.

“I’ll eat lunch on the atrium when it’s nice out,” she said, pointing to a covered outdoor area overlooking the hills behind the hospital. But, usually I hide out in my little nook.” She took me behind a row of old freezers and we squeezed through an opening between a line of bookcases, entering a makeshift room containing a couch, table, chairs, and an amazing sweeping view of both the coastline and snowy peaks in the distance. “What do you think of my little spot?”

“Wow! Does anybody know you come up here?”

“No, just me. Well and now you, too. I can do whatever I want here. Nobody can see me…or you,” she said as she unzipped her fleece and tossed it on the back of a chair. Guh, there was that amazing set of tits pushing out against her scrubs. I couldn’t help but stare at her body as she walked to the window and looked out toward the coast. She raised her arms above her head and leaned them against the glass, standing up on her tippy toes, stretching up to the sky as she tilted her hips back toward me. “Ah, that feels good. Nice view today, right?”

She 100% knew what she was doing, and I’m 100% certain I had no idea what I was doing. What was I supposed to say? “Amazing,” was all I could come up with as I mind was busy imagining m what panties she was wearing beneath her scrubs.

“Is that all you can think to say?” Damn, she read my mind. I need to get my head together. Try to say something funny? Blatantly hit on her? Complement her? She turned to look at me, and I just shrugged and smiled. Fuck, I’m a dumbass.

“Cat got your tongue?” she giggled as she walked closer. “Maybe i should make it easier on you. Less talking and more…what?…touching? Would that be better?”

“Touching…you?” I asked, not sure if it could even be possible that this beautiful woman had taken me up to this secluded spot and asked me to touch her.

She rolled her eyes and smirked. “Oh my god. You’re really bad at this, aren’t you? Here,” she said as she crossed her arms at her waist, gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head, flinging it playfully onto the couch. Her tits sat up in her white lace bra like they were on a shelf, with a silver necklace disappearing down into her tanned cleavage.

I stood speechless as she smiled and slowly swayed her shoulders from side to side. She had no idea that these were the best tits I’d ever seen in my life, or maybe she had a very good idea of that. They were actually only the third set of tits I’d ever seen in person, but she didn’t need to know that little fact.

“Hello. Anybody home?” she giggled. I must have been drooling. “Well, I’m not sure if you realize this, but you have to be back at work very soon. Soooo… what do you want to do with your last few minutes up here with me?”

Oh shit, I thought. I looked at my watch and realized I needed to be on the first floor to clock in three minutes from now. “Ah! I probably only have about a minute. Fuck,” I said to myself out loud.

“Better get started then! Need some help?” she asked as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She pulled it off her arms and held it out toward me smiling as she dropped it at my feet. Seeing her full round breasts hanging perfectly off her petite frame was enough to finally snap me into action. As I gently squeezed them and pushed them together, she took her hand and pulled my head down towards her chest. I buried my head between her tits and pushed them together, engulfing my face. Then I sucked her soft pink nipples until I felt them harden ever so slightly against my tongue. A little moan let out of her before she said, “sorry to break it to you, but I think your time’s up.”

I stepped back and took a deep breath as I took in the amazing view of her body one last time. Fuck, I had to be downstairs in 30 seconds or be late clocking in, which would seriously piss off my supervisor.

“Holy shit! Are you serious?” she exclaimed, startling me as I turned to go. Oh no, had I done something wrong? I hope I didn’t fuck this up!

I glanced up at her to see she was looking at my bulging dick imprint on my scrubs. I knew I was rock hard. Before I could even look down, she had reached out to run her index finger down from the base of my cock to the end of the shaft. She stopped where my shaft met the flared head, then ran her thumb in circles around my cock head and grabbed and massaged my full, heavy balls with her other hand.

“That’s a seriously big dick,” she seems to almost whisper to herself. How the fuck do I leave this? I have to. I can’t get in trouble and lose this job.

“Oh yeah, hey, I have to go! Yes, my dick is pretty big. Bye! Thank you!” I blurted out like a fool as I jogged to the stairs.

“Do you work tomorrow?” she yelled into the maze of equipment I was running through.

“Yes!”

“12:30! Same spot!” I heard her call out as I opened the stairwell door and bounded down six floors.

\**Hey r/erotica,*

I just decided to write a story out of nowhere. Let me know. Is it worth continuing to part 3 and beyond?

I was the designated driver for my sister Janet's friends- Olivia, Jessie and Tanya. I was supposed to drive them back from the club back to our apartment. So how did I end up here- fucking Olivia as she is naked right in front of everyone else? To know, read Parts 1 and 2.

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1x7dzvj/being_the_designated_driver_for_my_sisters/
Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1x86mgc/being_the_designated_driver_for_my_sisters/

Now, back to our story:

I grabbed Olivia’s waist and started to fuck her harder. I was completely oblivious for a moment to everyone watching as I grabbed her hair, and fucked her from the back while her hands grabbed the coffee table. She was squirming and moaning hard as her hands grabbed the edge of the table.

As I looked around, I saw Jessie looking on, her hands between her legs, underneath her pants, touching herself. Tanya too sat back in her seat, and lowered her camisole to reveal her tits. The depravity of it all made my cock harden and thrust harder.

The thrusting made the table and glassware shake messily so, eventually I grabbed Olivia and threw her on the couch. She spread her legs apart and I grabbed her hips and continued to fuck her. She started moaning hard. Tanya pinched her nipples playfully so it tugged each time I fucked her. Her moans became louder and it only made me fuck her harder.

Olivia soon began to convulse. I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock as she put her hands on my stomach to stop. I paused as I felt her orgasm right on my cock, her toes curling as her legs spasmed. 

I pulled my dripping wet cock out of her as she fell on the couch. She started panted heavily, grabbing the fabric of the couch till she caught her breath and slowly passed out.

Tanya grabbed my hard, wet cock and slowly stroked it. Jessie grabbed a blanket and covered Olivia as she drifted off to sleep on the couch. “We should go to bed”, said Tanya. She grabbed me by my cock and led me to my bedroom. Jessie followed after.

We closed the bedroom door and Tanya took her top off and started to make out with me while continuing to stroke my cock. I saw Jessie sit down on the bed and take her top and shorts off. Jessie put my hand on her tits, letting me massage them and play with her nipples as she touched herself, her panties now on her knees.

Tanya started to stroke me harder as I made out with her, massaging her tits. I slipped my hands into her panties and began to rub her pussy. While I did I felt a warm tongue on my cock. I looked down a bit and I could see Jessie sucking my cock while she was touching herself.

I fell back on the bed as Tanya peeled her panties off and sat on my face. I could feel Jessie suck my cock as I licked Tanya’s pussy while she grinded on me. I firmly held Tanya’s tits as I drowned in her pussy. My cock, rock hard from being sucked on slowly began to thrust into Jessie’s mouth.

I could feel a weight on my hips as I felt something on it. Jessie spread her legs and impaled herself on my cock.

Tanya got off my face as I saw a full view of me fucking Jessie, her legs spread apart, with her grinding harder and harder on my cock. I grabbed Jessie by her tits as I started to fuck her. Tanya stuck her tits near my mouth and I sucked her tits while I pounded Jessie harder and harder.

Jessie got off after a while, and went back to sucking my cock. Tanya got down and started to suck my cock along with her. The sight of two women slobbering on my hard cock made me want to cum so hard, but I held myself back the best I could.

I grabbed one of each of their tits in my hand and played with their nipples as they both sucked my cock. Tanya had the tip of my cock in her mouth as she stroked it while Jessie ran her tongue along the length of my cock and balls.

Tanya then grabbed my cock and laid down on the bed with her legs spread. I pushed my cock deep inside of her and started to fuck her. Jessie laid down on her back, with her head on Tanya’s stomach. As I fucked Tanya, I grabbed on to one of each of their tits as Jessie fingered herself.

Jessie positioned herself next to Tanya and I finger fucked her. I could feel Jessie cumming on my fingers multiple times but I kept at it harder. Eventually, I pushed and held my cock into Tanya as I felt her cum too.

I kept fucking them in turns for a good while after they had both cum. For a minute I didn’t want the night to end. But eventually, while I was fucking Tanya on her fours, I felt like I was going to cum. I took my cock out, and Jessie positioned her face near it. I shot ropes and ropes of cum all over Tanya’s body and Jessie’s face. Tanya scooped up a bit of my cum and tasted it while Jessie sucked my cum soaked cock.

Eventually all three of us passed out next to each other on the bed.

I woke up barely an hour later. I looked beside me to see two stunning naked girls- reminding myself that the night did infact happen. Their hot naked bodies touching mine got me instantly hard again.

It was almost morning and Janet would be up soon. This would be very difficult to explain so I thought I would grab some blankets from the hall and also check on Olivia.

As I neared Olivia she was slightly awake, twitching. She looked at me and moved to let me sit on the couch. She put her head on my thighs as I asked her how she was. She let out a deep breath as she said, “Still so fucking horny.”

I could see she had worn her tshirt dress back, but it was rolled to her waist, and she was touching herself beneath the blanket.

“Me too” I said, as I began to touch her tits. I let my hard cock out and she turned around and began to suck it, while I reached beneath her and rubbed her clit.

We heard Janet’s door open at this point, so we quickly got back to normal. I put a pillow on my lap and eventually pulled my pants up.

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Janet went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, while we adjusted ourselves. With droopy eyes, she said, “Where’s the rest of the folks?”

“Oh, they’re in my room- they’re sleeping.” I said, and Janet nodded, clearly hung over. She was going back to her room when Olivia shouted,

“Hey Janet- I am going to take off now. Your brother is going to drop me home.” Olivia said, as I could already feel her hands reaching into my pants.

Michelle scrolled the mouse wheel, zooming in until the bride’s face filled the screen.

“Nope.”

She backed out again, clicked the next photo, and stopped. This was better; the bride was laughing at someone off-camera. Her eyes were half closed, mouth open, and one hand lifted as if she were about to swat whoever made her laugh.

Michelle flagged the photo, thinking that this was the one. Her eyes fell on the half-finished coffee and the toast that she barely touched from breakfast. Her office started as the spare bedroom, but nobody had slept in it for years. The room still contained a bed, although camera bags, light stands, and boxes of albums sat on top of it.

Her phone buzzed beside the keyboard, snapping her out of her work.

Ethan: Running late. Home by 8.

She glanced at the time. 5:04.

Michelle: It’s fine. I’ll order dinner.

Ethan: Love you.

Michelle smiled at the phone.

Michelle: Love you too.

It was fine, which was the annoying part of it. Ethan worked a lot, which she knew when they got married. He wasn’t an asshole, and when he was home, they still shared dinner and discussed their day. Ethan was a devoted husband who kissed her when he finally returned home, and although their sex life wasn’t as frequent as before, it remained satisfying. Nothing was wrong with their marriage, but they had fallen into a routine.

Michelle went back to the wedding photos. She loved this part of photography. It wasn’t the posed shots, where people were expected to look good for the camera, but the shots where people forgot about the camera and appeared almost natural.

Her phone buzzed again. Claire.

Claire: Coffee?

Michelle smiled as she looked out the window into her neighbor’s yard. Because the houses stood about twenty feet apart, her office had a clear view of their backyard. Daniel was in their backyard, watering the flowers with a garden hose. She always admired how present Daniel was for Claire.

Michelle looked back at the wedding photos on the screen. She had about 350 to go through yet. She saved where she was and typed back.

Michelle: Give me 5.

She got up and slipped into a pair of sandals before she headed next door. The front door was already open, and Michelle walked in without knocking and soon found Claire standing at the kitchen counter with a pot of coffee in her hand.

“I wasn’t expecting you to show up that fast.” Claire smiled while she poured some coffee into two mugs.

“You know me. I wouldn’t miss a cup of coffee,” Michelle said as she reached out and took a cup from Claire. She took a sip of the coffee, hot and strong as usual, and made a face, catching Claire’s attention.

“Don’t start,” Claire said with a smile.

Michelle took another sip with a smile. “It’s just to razz you.”

They moved into the living room, and Michelle settled onto the couch. Michelle held her cup, leaving room for Claire, and looked out the window, seeing Daniel still working in the backyard. He was no longer watering flowers, and had moved on to pulling weeds in a nearby flowerbed.

“He’s been out there for hours,” Michelle said.

Claire leaned forward and peered out the window. “He gets started on one thing and loses track of time.”

“Yeah. I know how that is,” Michelle chuckled. “Does he know what he’s doing?”

“Usually not,” Claire smiled before looking back at her. “How was your day, though?”

“Busy editing. I still have about three hundred and fifty pictures from the wedding last weekend.”

Claire winced. “That’s a lot.”

“That’s what I said.”

Michelle looked toward the TV and smiled at the two photographs on the stand. One was Claire and Daniel on the beach, both smiling at the camera. The other was of them with their grandchildren.

Michelle had seen the pictures dozens of times, but looked at them again. “When was that one taken?” she asked, pointing toward the beach photo.

Claire glanced over. “Ten years ago, maybe.”

“Wow.”

“We were younger. It was our first trip away after all the kids had moved out.”

Michelle smiled. “You don’t look that different.”

“I’m going to remember you said that.”

Michelle laughed.

Daniel came in through the back door, wiping his hands on a paper towel. He glanced over at the two of them before heading into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?”

“Meatloaf, but it won’t be ready for an hour,” Claire called after him.

“Darn.”

Daniel came back into the living room and dropped onto the chair nearby. Michelle took another sip while Daniel checked something on his phone. Claire sat with her eyes closed, both hands cupping her mug.

“So, dear, what are you doing Sunday?” Claire asked her.

“Nothing yet. Why?”

“We were thinking about taking a trip out to Miller’s Creek. There is a trail up to the waterfall.”

Michelle looked at her. “I haven’t been there in ages.”

“Neither have we. It will be a couple of hours, a simple hike this time.”

Daniel looked up from his phone. “There is a hill.”

Claire rolled her eyes. “One big hill. But why don’t you come along?”

Michelle smiled and thought about it for a moment. She knew the weather was supposed to be nice, and she couldn’t remember the last time she took photos for something that wasn’t work-related. “Sure. That sounds fun. And I’ll bring my camera.”

A groan came from Daniel. “Of course you’ll bring the camera.”

Michelle smiled. “There is a waterfall after all.”

Daniel shook his head with a smile. They sat and talked a little more as Michelle finished her cup of coffee. Claire glanced at the clock.

“We should probably let you get back to those pictures.”

Michelle followed her gaze. Almost an hour had passed. “Huh.” She stood up and carried her empty mug to the kitchen, placing it in the sink. “Thank you for the coffee.”

“Anytime, dear.”

Michelle stepped outside and headed back home. She looked over and noticed Daniel in the backyard again, busy pulling weeds. She smiled as she walked, thinking about which camera she wanted to bring on the hike.

***

Michelle grabbed her camera bag from the dresser and headed outside. Sunday morning had arrived with clear skies and warmer temperatures than she had expected.

Claire was waiting by the car when Michelle stepped off her porch and walked across the lawn. Daniel sat in the car with his travel mug, the car running and ready to leave.

“Ready?” Claire asked.

“Yup.”

The drive to Miller’s Creek took about forty minutes. They had gone on plenty of hikes together over the years, and this drive did not differ from any other. Claire and Daniel talked most of the way, and Michelle occasionally got pulled into their conversation to settle debates.

There were only a couple of other cars in the parking lot. They gathered their things and started down the path which followed the stream through the trees. From time to time, Michelle stopped to snap pictures of the wildlife and scenery.

Claire stopped with her the first time Michelle took a picture. “You’re going to take pictures of everything again, aren’t you?”

“Probably,” she said with a smile.

Daniel continued down the trail while Michelle snapped pictures. Claire smiled and followed him. “We’ll see you at the waterfall.”

Michelle took a few more pictures before catching up to them a few minutes later. Daniel was telling Claire something as they walked, causing her to laugh. As they moved forward, she noticed him reach out and flick a leaf off her shoulder without hesitation. Her attention lingered on them a moment before she lifted her camera again.

They all continued up the trail as the path became steeper, and Michelle now understood why Daniel reminded her of the hill. It wasn’t terrible, but it was enough to make her breathe harder. When they reached the top of the hill, they all stopped and caught their breath.

“I forgot how steep the hill actually was,” Michelle said.

“I warned ya,” Daniel replied.

The trail now leveled out ahead of them, and she could hear the faint rushing of water nearby. They continued for a few minutes before the trees opened up, which caused them all to stop. Claire looked over at Michelle. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

The waterfall was better than Michelle remembered. Trees and large rocks framed the fifty-foot drop as the sunlight flickered through the leaves before hitting the pool of water below. Michelle had her camera in hand, snapping shots without a second thought.

“Stand right there,” Michelle said to Claire.

Claire looked back. “Me?”

“Yeah, silly.”

Claire smiled and stood beside the pool of water. Michelle took several pictures before lowering her camera. “Got it!”

Daniel walked over and stood beside Claire. “My turn?”

Michelle raised the camera without saying a word. She started snapping more pictures of Daniel and Claire. At the beginning, the photos captured them gazing at the camera, until Daniel whispered something, prompting Claire to look at him and laugh. Michelle continued to snap the photos, but neither of them looked at the camera.

Claire noticed Michelle still snapping shots. “You done?”

“Almost.”

“You said that last time.”

Michelle lowered her camera. “I’m done.”

They found a flat section of rocks nearby and settled down to enjoy the view. Michelle had put away her camera and stretched out her legs in front of her, listening to the rush of the water and the quiet conversation nearby. Michelle’s gaze settled on Claire as she rested her head against Daniel’s shoulder, and then dropped to his hand as it rested on her knee.

It was something small, but she watched for a moment longer than she meant to. Days like this were always her favorite: nowhere to be and nothing waiting for her at home. Michelle reached for her camera, but stopped herself, not wanting to disturb them.

Eventually, they packed up and started back down the trail. Michelle took far fewer photos on the way back. The camera bag seemed heavier than when they left, and when they finally reached the car, she was relieved to get it off her back.

“Whew, we survived,” Michelle breathed.

Claire laughed as they climbed into the car. Michelle settled into the back seat once more as they pulled away from the trailhead. She glanced out the window, watching the trees go past, thinking about the pictures of Claire and Daniel she had taken.

***

By the time Michelle walked back into her house, the sun was setting behind the trees. She carried her camera bag inside and placed it on the kitchen table. Feeling the ache in her shoulders and the tiredness in her legs, she reached for a bottle of water from the fridge.

Michelle took a sip of water and carried her bag upstairs. She changed into sweatpants and an old t-shirt before heading to her office. She pulled the camera from the bag, removed the memory card and inserted it into her computer. The photos transferred, many more than she remembered taking.

Michelle lounged in the chair as she waited for the progress bar to finish. Once the photos were loaded, she started going through them as usual. She deleted the blurry ones and flagged the ones she thought looked best. She stopped when she reached the waterfall.

The photos began as she expected, with photos of different angles of the waterfalls, the rocks, and the sunlight shining through the trees. But then she reached the photos of Claire, bringing a smile to her face. As she continued to click through, the photos with Daniel stepping into the frame appeared. The photos started with them posing and then turned more candid. They showed the moment Daniel whispered in Claire’s ear, making her laugh.

Michelle stopped and enlarged the photo. Neither of them was looking at the camera. Claire had her head turned toward Daniel with an expression of amusement and surprise. Daniel was all smiles. She moved to the next photograph. It was almost identical, but she clicked back to the first one, unsure of what she was looking for.

There was nothing special about the pictures. Neither was technically perfect; the lighting was off and Claire was slightly off-center. But they both felt real. Michelle had spent years taking pictures of people who tried to look happy. Weddings always featured people who smiled for the camera, kissed on cue, and posed as expected for the moment.

That was what she liked about these photos. Neither of them realised she was taking their picture. She looked at the photos longer than she normally would, and thought about Ethan. Their marriage was good, but it had been a long time since she looked at him and felt that kind of surprise.

Her phone buzzed on the desk.

Ethan: Still at Ryan’s place. Game is in the 7th inning.

Michelle: Okay.

After setting the phone down, she stood up and slowly stretched to ease the ache still present from the hike. Heading back downstairs, she grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen and sat down on the couch. She started to unwrap it as she turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. Sadly, nothing caught her attention, but her mind kept going back to the hike: the waterfall, the pictures of Daniel and Claire.

She thought about how long they had been together, over thirty years, and how comfortable they were with each other. She had seen them together like this plenty of times before, but never really thought about it until today.

Michelle picked up the remote and turned off the TV, sitting there for a couple of moments before standing up. Outside, the neighborhood was getting darker. Porch lights were coming on, and the last bit of sunlight was disappearing. She walked toward the window and looked outside. Everything was quiet, and the light was on downstairs in Daniel and Claire’s house.

And then she noticed the upstairs light. She couldn’t see much from ‌this angle, but the bedroom curtains were open. Michelle had never paid attention to them before, but tonight, she stood there for a moment and looked toward the house. She shook her head. “What am I doing?” She turned away from the window and headed upstairs.

A few minutes later, she had changed into her pajamas and wanted to settle into bed with a book. She realized it was in the office and walked down the hallway. As she entered the dark room, she glanced out the window.

From upstairs, she had a better view of the neighbor’s house. The bedroom curtains were still open, and the light inside made the neighbor’s bedroom look like a screen. For a moment, no one was in view. She considered walking away, but she stood there watching.

There was movement inside the room, and Michelle narrowed her eyes, trying to determine what she was seeing. At first, she assumed it was Daniel getting ready for bed. But then she saw Claire and froze. She knew she should look away, but stayed where she was as the movement became clearer.

Her heart beat faster as she realized she was watching something she shouldn’t be seeing. She took a step closer, causing her face to almost touch the glass. At that moment, she understood precisely what they were doing. She didn’t look away.

Daniel stood at the foot of the bed with only a shirt on. His cock was thick and hard, protruding from his body. Claire sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at him and slowly stroking him from the base to the tip.

Michelle’s breath caught, her eyes fixed on Claire as she gently opened her mouth and guided him inside. Claire’s head bobbed, slowly stroking him with her lips. Daniel’s head tipped back as his hand slowly rose and fidgeted with her hair. Michelle’s eyes stayed focused on the work that Claire was doing, enthralled by her mastery.

Claire took him deeper as one hand wrapped around the base of his cock while the other rested on his thigh. Daniel’s head tilted further back, ‌his fingers tightening in her hair as she worked him slowly with long, practiced strokes of her mouth.

Michelle’s hand slid down her body, under the elastic waistband of her pajamas and into her panties. Her fingers slid through her folds, which were already slick with arousal as two fingers parted her lips. She gently moved two fingers back and forth, feeling the pleasure from her swollen clit. The first circle made her hips jerk as she kept her eyes locked on the window.

Claire pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood up before Daniel pulled her top up over her head. He tossed it aside as Claire’s large breasts spilled free. He bent lower and took one into his mouth, sucking while his hands worked her pants and underwear down to her ankles. Claire stepped out, presenting herself naked to him.

Claire guided him to the side of the bed and turned him. She pushed him backward gently before he readjusted on the bed. Claire climbed on top, straddling him. Her body rose as she reached down to grab his thick cock and guide it to her entrance. Michelle watched as Claire sank down and her ass rested on his thighs. Both of them went still as Claire raised her hands to her breasts.

Michelle continued to circle her clit slowly before she inserted two fingers inside‌ herself. Her fingers slowly curled, teasing the spot that made her legs tremble before she dragged them back out slowly. She moved her wet fingers back to her clit and rubbed faster in tight circles.

Michelle continued to watch as Claire rode him with slow rolls of her hips. She lifted herself up, almost all the way, before dropping back down. Daniel’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her wider with each stroke. Claire rode him faster as she tilted her head back.

Michelle’s fingers moved faster as two fingers slid back inside and her thumb applied pressure to her clit. Her breath came in quick gasps at the glass as she watched Claire’s body continue to rise and fall. Claire’s movements became shorter and harder as Daniel threw his head back onto the bed. His hands held her hips, and Michelle watched and knew the exact moment that Daniel lost control. His hips shot upward in a last thrust as he emptied himself inside ‌Claire.

That was enough for Michelle as her pussy clenched around her fingers. The pleasure tore through her body in waves as she kept her eyes open and watched Daniel hold himself deep as he finished. Michelle’s free hand braced against the window hard enough to hurt as she came in silence with trembling knees. The sound of her wet fingers was the only noise in the office.

For several seconds she stayed frozen, the two fingers shoved deep inside ‌her while the aftershocks flickered through her. Michelle watched as Claire leaned down and let Daniel’s hands stroke slowly up and down her back.

Michelle finally pulled her hand free, feeling her fingers slick and wet as her knuckles brushed against the wet crotch of her panties. She stood there in the office’s darkness, staring at the floor. What the hell did I just do? Michelle looked back at the window. Oh God, what if they saw me watching? She spun away and hurried toward her bedroom.

She sat down in her bed and pulled the covers over her legs as she tried to convince herself she could just go to sleep. Her mind kept returning to the window, to Daniel and Claire, and the fact that she hadn’t looked away.

We pulled up to the lake cabin just as the late-afternoon light was turning gold across the water. The place sat on a quiet cove, tall pines on three sides, a wide deck facing the lake. Moans and I had been invited for the weekend by Diane and her husband, Johnathan. We’d played with them once before…nothing full-swap, just heavy kissing and some touching…but this was the first time they’d asked us both to stay overnight.

Johnathan met us at the door looking already a little flushed. Diane stood right behind him, dark hair falling loose around her shoulders, wearing a soft summer dress that clung to the curve of her hips and the full, heavy swell of her breasts. She hugged Moans first, then me, lingering just long enough that I felt the warmth of her body press against mine and the soft give of her tits against my chest.

“Come in, get settled,” she said, voice warm. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

The cabin smelled like cedar and roasted garlic. We dropped our bags in the guest room, changed into something more comfortable, and joined them on the deck for drinks. The conversation started light…work, the lake, how quiet it was out here…but Johnathan kept glancing between me and Diane like he couldn’t quite believe we were all under the same roof.

After the second round of drinks he finally said it. “I’ve never been around a married bull before,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “The idea of you two together, and then you with Diane…it turns me on more than I expected. And it makes me nervous as hell.”
Moans smiled the slow, knowing smile she saved for moments like this. “Nervous is allowed. Turned on is better.” Diane reached over and squeezed Johnathan’s hand. “We talked about this. You said you wanted to try it. Really try it. Being cucked by a couple.”

He nodded, still looking at me. “I do. I just…I’ve never been the one on the outside while another husband and wife do whatever they want with mine.” I kept my voice even. “Then we go slow. You set the pace as much as anyone else. You say stop, everything stops. No pressure.”

The rest of dinner stayed charged but polite. Diane kept catching my eye across the table. Every time Johnathan looked away she held the contact a second longer, lips parting just slightly. Moans noticed, of course. She always did. Under the table her foot brushed mine once, a silent acknowledgment that the night was already moving in the direction we both wanted.

After the plates were cleared we moved inside. The living room had a big stone fireplace and a wide couch that faced the windows overlooking the dark water. Johnathan sat on one end of the couch, Diane beside him. Moans settled on the arm of the chair I took, one hand resting lightly on my shoulder, thumb tracing slow circles.
Diane was the one who broke the quiet. “I’ve been thinking about the last time we were all together. How it felt when you kissed me. How much further I wanted it to go.” I didn’t answer right away. I just looked at her until the color rose in her cheeks and her breathing shifted. Then I stood, crossed the small space, and offered my hand. She took it. I pulled her up and into me, slow enough that Johnathan could watch every inch of the movement.

My hand settled on the small of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin dress. The other cupped the side of her neck, thumb brushing the line of her jaw. When I kissed her it was deliberate…deep, unhurried, the kind of kiss that claimed without rushing. Her mouth opened under mine. She made a soft sound in her throat and pressed closer, the full weight of her breasts flattening against my chest.

Behind us I heard Moans’s soft laugh and the quiet, shaky shift of Johnathan’s breathing. I kept the kiss going until Diane was melting into me, hands sliding up my chest, fingers curling into my shirt. When I finally pulled back she was breathing faster, lips already a little swollen. “Still okay?” I asked, looking past her to Johnathan. He nodded once, eyes dark. “Yeah. Keep going. Please.”

Moans stood and walked over to him with that calm, predatory grace she used when she was about to take control. She spoke low, almost conversational. “Hands behind the chair, Johnathan. I’m going to tie them. You can still say stop anytime.” He hesitated only a second before obeying, turning so she could reach. Moans produced a soft length of black rope from her bag…she’d packed light but prepared…and bound his wrists securely behind the wooden chair. She checked the tension, made sure it wasn’t cutting off circulation, then produced a thick black blindfold and slipped it over his eyes, tying it firmly.

“You’re only going to listen now,” she told him, voice soft and merciless. “No looking. Just sound. You’re going to hear everything I describe and everything they do.”
Johnathan exhaled shakily. “Okay.”

Moans dragged a second chair close and sat facing him. I heard the soft sound of her hand settling on his thigh, then the quiet rustle of his jeans being unbuttoned and eased open. She didn’t free him completely…just enough to place her vibrator on the head of his cock while she talked.

“She’s kissing him again,” Moans murmured, loud enough for all of us. “His tongue is in her mouth. His hand is under her dress already. She’s wet, Johnathan. I can see it from here. Your wife is soaking for another man while you sit there tied up and blind.”

Diane answered with a soft moan against my mouth as my fingers found the damp heat between her legs. I stroked her through the thin cotton of her panties for a long minute, letting the wet fabric cling to my fingers, letting Johnathan hear every soft, slick sound. Then I guided her to the couch, sat, and pulled her down so she was straddling my face.

I pushed her dress up around her waist and dragged her panties to the side. She was already glistening, swollen, the scent of her arousal thick and sweet. I licked her slowly at first…long, flat strokes from her entrance all the way up to her clit, tasting how ready she was. Then I focused on the tight little bud, circling it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it gently between my lips.
Diane’s hands braced on the back of the couch. She started to rock against my mouth, hips rolling in small, needy circles while soft, broken sounds spilled out of her. Moans kept up a steady stream of quiet, filthy narration for Johnathan, moving the tip of the vibrator in a slow rhythm…never fast enough to let him tip over.

“She’s on his face now, Johnathan. Your wife is riding another man’s tongue. Listen to how wet she is. Listen to the filthy little sounds she’s making. He’s licking her cunt like he owns it. And you can’t see a thing. You only get to hear how much she loves it.” Johnathan’s breathing had gone ragged. Every time Moans turned the vibrator up just a fraction he groaned, and every time she turned it off completely he whimpered in frustration.

“Not yet,” she whispered against his ear. “You don’t get to come. You only get to listen while your wife gets her pussy worshipped by a real man.”

Diane came on my tongue with a broken cry, thighs clamping hard around my head, her juices coating my chin and mouth. I kept licking her through it…slow, greedy strokes that drew out every tremor…until she was shaking and pushing weakly at my shoulders. Then I shifted her down my body, freed my cock, and guided her onto it. No condom. The thick head nudged her entrance, already slick from my mouth and her own wetness. She sank down inch by inch, impossibly tight and hot, taking me to the base with a long, shuddering moan that filled the entire cabin.

“Fuck,” she breathed, voice high and shaky. “He’s inside me. No condom. I can feel every vein, every inch. He’s so deep.”

Moans’s voice stayed calm and cruel. “Hear that, Johnathan? Your wife is full of another man’s bare cock. A married man’s cock. She’s stretched around him and she’s taking every bit of it. Listen to how wet she sounds every time she moves.”

I gripped Diane’s hips and started thrusting up into her…steady, deep strokes that made her heavy tits bounce under the thin dress. She leaned forward, bracing on my chest, and kissed me messily while she rode, her tongue sliding against mine. The wet, filthy sound of our bodies filled the quiet room…skin slapping, her cunt squelching around me, the soft creak of the couch. Every time she moaned I made sure it was loud enough for Johnathan to hear every note of pleasure.

Moans kept edging him without mercy. I could hear the low hum of the vibrator and the desperate, frustrated groans that tore out of him every time she turned it off right at the edge.

“She’s riding him like she was made for it,” Moans said, voice almost tender. “Listen to the way she moans for him. Listen to how hard he’s fucking up into your wife. He’s going to come inside her, Johnathan. He’s going to fill her pussy with another man’s cum while you sit there with your cock throbbing and no relief. You’re going to hear every second of it.”

Diane’s rhythm grew more desperate. I flipped us without pulling out so she was on her back on the couch, legs spread wide. I hooked her knees over my arms, folding her open, and drove into her harder…deep, deliberate thrusts that bottomed out every time and made her cry out.

Her tits jiggled with every impact. I leaned down and sucked one thick nipple into my mouth, biting just hard enough to make her arch, while I kept fucking her in long, powerful strokes. “Tell him how it feels,” I ordered, voice low. “It feels so fucking good,” Diane gasped. “He’s so thick. He’s stretching me open. I can feel him in my stomach. God…Johnathan, he’s fucking me so deep—”

I reached between us and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I pounded her. She came hard around me, cunt clamping down in rhythmic pulses, a fresh gush of wetness coating my cock and balls. I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing my own, the wet slap of skin against skin loud and filthy in the quiet cabin.
“I’m going to fill her,” I told Johnathan, voice rough. “I’m going to pump every drop into your wife’s cunt while you listen. She’s going to walk around this cabin the rest of the night leaking my cum.”

Moans turned the wand to a faster speed just for a few seconds…cruel, giving him just enough…then stopped dead again. He sobbed in pure frustration.

“Please—” he choked.

“No,” Moans said softly. “You don’t get to come. You get to listen while another couple uses your wife like she belongs to them.”

I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding Diane’s pussy with thick, hot ropes. Pulse after pulse, no condom, nothing between us. I stayed deep while the last of it left me, grinding against her so she could feel every twitch and throb. When I finally pulled out, a slow, heavy trickle of my cum followed, spilling out of her stretched hole and down over her ass onto the couch cushion.

Diane lay there flushed and open, chest heaving, thighs trembling, my cum leaking from her in a steady drip.
Moans’s voice was almost gentle now, but the words were pure, deliberate humiliation. “She’s full of him, Johnathan. Leaking onto the couch. Another man’s cum is dripping out of your wife’s cunt while you sit there tied, blind, and aching. You still haven’t come. You’re just a pair of ears tonight. A cuck listening to his hotwife get bred.” She turned the wand all the way up to high…right to the razor edge…then stopped completely and set it down casually on his thigh.

“That’s all you get.”

I helped Diane sit up. She looked dazed and thoroughly fucked, a small, satisfied smile on her swollen lips. I kissed her once more, slow and deep, tasting the salt of her skin, then glanced toward the blindfolded man in the chair.

“You still with us, Johnathan?”

His voice was rough, almost broken. “Yeah. I’m… fuck. Yeah. Thank you. Both of you.”

Moans untied his wrists and removed the blindfold. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, cock still hard and neglected, the tip glistening with denied precum. He looked at Diane first…at the mess of my cum between her thighs…then at me, something raw and grateful and deeply submissive in his expression.

Diane reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together. Moans stood and stretched, already moving toward the kitchen for water like nothing unusually filthy had just happened in their living room. I sat back on the couch, one hand resting possessively on Diane’s bare, sticky thigh, and let the quiet settle around us.

Outside the lake was black and still under the stars. Inside the cabin, the air still smelled like sex and Diane’s perfume and the sharp edge of Johnathan’s denied orgasm. The weekend was only getting started, and Johnathan already knew exactly what it felt like to be cucked by a married couple who took their time.

I was on a work trip to another city with my colleague Sophia. We didn’t get to go away much, and we’d left our boyfriends at home. It was a beautiful city, but such a boring conference. The only thing I was looking forward to was meeting up with my friend Joe from college, who now lived there. We’d kept in touch through social media and messaged every now and again.

I’d always fancied Joe, and I’d known he’d fancied me too, but I’d had a boyfriend when we were at college, so the timing had never worked out right. I was looking forward to hanging out with him again regardless, along with a couple of his friends and Sophia.

We were meeting at a bar on the second night of our trip. Sophia and I arrived about 15 minutes late, casually late, on Sophia’s insistence.

“Because we are sexy ladies, and that’s what we do to keep them guessing,” she’d said to me. I’d rolled my eyes at her.

The bar was busy, and there was a live band playing that evening. It took me a few moments to spot my friend, who was standing at a tall table in the far corner of the room. Over the sea of people, he was pretty easy to spot, as he towered about a head above everyone else in the room. He’d seen me as we entered and was watching us fumble our way towards him with a silly grin on his face.

As well as being tall and broad, he was ruggedly handsome. Rough brown hair and a beard. To be honest, I’d thought I would have got over the silly butterflies I got when I saw him again after about ten years, but nope. I became a little breathless and dumbstruck as we walked over to him and his two friends.

“Ami! It’s so great to see you!” he called as he gripped me in a bear hug that could have crushed my bones.
“Hi, Joe,” I mumbled into his shoulder as I stood on my tiptoes.

We were introduced to his friends, Liam and Seb. Both were good-looking and just as huge as Joe. Sophia was immediately giving Liam flirty eyes and soft smiles. He was just her type: blonde and tanned, and more than happy to flirt with her. She seemed to have forgotten about her boyfriend this evening, which was not unusual for Sophia.

I was placed between Joe and Seb, who was tall, dark-haired and dark-skinned, and handed a beer. We spent the first half of the evening recounting how much we disliked our jobs, what TV we’d watched lately and which movies we liked. It was easy and fun, and we were laughing constantly, probably helped by the large collection of empty beer bottles that were amassing on the table.

By the time the band started playing, I was pretty much sandwiched between Joe and Seb. Both were leaning on the table, facing each other, with me in the middle. Joe had, at some point, placed his hand on my lower back and had been moving it lower and lower towards my ass for the past few minutes. Shamefully, I didn’t make any effort to move it.

Sophia had moved to stand between Liam’s legs. They’d been flirting outrageously all evening, and she’d even taken to drinking from his beer bottle.

As the band played, we all turned to watch. After a song or two I noticed that either I had gravitated closer to Joe, or he had edged closer to me. So I made a decision, with everyone’s backs to us, I slowly pushed myself into the cage of Joe’s body, twisting mine so that his hand came round to my hip and my ass was brushing his crotch. OK, I admit I was pretty tipsy at this point, I wasn’t drunk, but seeing Sophia enjoy herself with Liam had made me envious.

The band was pretty good, and we all started to bob and sway along in time with the indie rock music. The movement of my ass began to brush across Joe’s crotch, and with this, his hand came round to my stomach, pulling me flush against him until we were grinding together.

His fingers splayed across my stomach and began to inch just slightly under the waistband of my leather-look leggings. My breath caught, and I pressed further back into him, feeling the flush of heat twist between my legs.
Holy shit, what was happening? Would all these years of desire and fantasising actually culminate in this? In a fucking bar, like a teenager? Oh my God, I must have lost my mind, because I should really pull away. But that ache between my legs was building, and hadn’t I always wanted this. 

He leaned forward, and I felt his lips graze my ear, sending tingles all over my body.

“Shall I do it?” he whispered.

I froze. Did I really want this? His fingers flexed at the top of my panties, and my stomach tumbled. Yeah, I wanted this. I was already wet and aching, and I wanted him to fix it for me, so I nodded. He hummed in approval against my ear.

Thank God the tall table hid his hand as he immediately started moving downwards into my panties. I felt more than heard the mumble of satisfaction in his chest as he brushed over smooth, waxed skin. He had his other hand gripped on my hip, and it tensed, just as my body did, when his fingers reached the wetness between my legs and he slid them through it.

He moved his fingers back and forth a few times, slipping and brushing lightly over my clit before moving back to my opening. My body was so tense, and I was pressed so tightly against him that I could feel the hard bulge growing in his pants.

I tried to slip my hand behind me to stroke him, but he pressed more tightly against me so I couldn’t reach. Before I could wonder why, he slipped a finger inside me, and I gasped.

Seb must have heard me because he turned away from the band, which was playing loudly, so I was surprised he could hear anything, and he looked at me.

I am sure my cheeks must have been flushed, and my knuckles were gripping my beer bottle until they were white. Joe continued to plunge a finger in and out of me without a care, and I had to try very hard not to tip my head back and moan. Still, Seb watched my face and cocked an eyebrow. A slow smirk lit up his handsome face, and he turned his whole body to watch me.

He leaned forward and looked down at where Joe’s hand disappeared into my underwear, where he could see it clearly moving. He brought his fist up to his mouth and bit down on it, rolling his eyes dramatically. Then he leaned casually on the table, took my hand, which was white-knuckling the beer bottle, in his own, and just watched me.

Surely, him so openly watching me should have made me nervous or uncomfortable, but it really didn’t. In fact, it turned me on a crazy amount. I leaned my head back against Joe’s shoulder, pushing my tits out so Seb had an even better show. I saw rather than heard him laugh as he leaned forward again and whispered in my ear, “I want to see you come, Ami.”

Fuck! Why was that so hot?

I heard Joe chuckle. He stopped pumping in and out of me and slid his fingers over that super-sensitive bundle of nerves. I inhaled sharply and gripped Seb’s hand harder. Joe began to make slow circles over my clit, the delicious slide quickly building an aching pleasure there. My mouth was open and gasping; it was taking a great deal of effort not to moan loudly as the pleasure built and built.

I could feel Joe, rock hard behind me, and with Seb standing facing me, I could just about see the outline of his own erection straining against his jeans in the dim light. I was getting close, so I think I was slightly out of my mind, but Seb’s hard cock just looked too good.

I reached out with my free hand and gripped Seb’s cock through his jeans. Seb’s head fell forward, and he gripped mine harder. I started making some slow passes up and down his bulge. He lifted his head and looked back at me, his jaw clenched.

It was then that Joe used his leg to push mine slightly farther apart so he could start using three fingers to quickly circle my clit. Somewhere, the music still played. Somewhere, there were other people laughing and shouting in the bar. But all I could see was Seb’s hooded eyes, hear Joe’s heavy breaths in my ear, and feel his fingers strumming my clit.

It only took a couple more firm circles for Joe to make me come. My body tensed painfully as the pleasure reached its peak, and my pussy clenched against nothing. My whole body constricted and jerked in time with his fingers as the sense of sweet release washed over me. It was amazing that I was able to resist screaming out.

I opened my eyes and saw Seb smiling wickedly at me, Then the bar erupted in applause. We all jerked our heads up and looked around. I had a panicked moment when I thought the crowd was applauding my orgasm. Relieved, I saw the band walking off stage, and I laughed aloud. Seb and Joe joined me, and we cracked up.

We straightened ourselves as Sophia asked, “Why are you all laughing? I thought they were good!”
Which only made us laugh harder.

Seb handed Joe a napkin as Liam asked, “Shall we get out of here?” He cocked an eyebrow at Sophia.

“Yeah, you guys could walk us back to our hotel,” Soph replied, smiling sweetly at Liam and batting her eyelids.

Not long after, we all stumbled out of the bar. Liam’s arm was around Sophia’s waist, and he was mumbling something into her neck. They walked slightly ahead of us as Joe came up beside me, resting his hand on the small of my back, while Seb came up to my other side.

For a moment, none of us spoke. I sent a quick glance up at both of them on either side of me and found they were both watching. I bit my lip, not knowing what to say or how to invite them both up to my hotel room. I wasn’t done with Joe, but I also wanted more of Seb, even if he only wanted to watch; which I hoped he didn’t. But how do you ask something like that?

Thank fuck I didn’t need to, because Joe asked, “Do you want to continue what we started, Ami?”

With—with both of you?” I replied cautiously.

“Yes,” they both answered simultaneously, then smirked at each other.

End of part 1. Feedback always welcome.

The bass was so loud I could feel it in my teeth. One of those clubs where the floor is sticky and the lights are purple and blue and everyone's body temperature adds up to something tropical and your clothes stick to your skin within ten minutes.

My friends were somewhere near the bar and I'd lost them two songs ago and I was dancing alone which I'm fine with, I like it, I like the way music moves through me when I'm not performing for anyone. I was in this black skirt, short, and a cropped halter top and I was sweating and my hair was stuck to the back of my neck and I was three drinks deep and everything felt like warm honey.

He appeared behind me the way guys do in clubs, close enough that I could feel his body heat before his body, and normally I'd move away but he smelled like sandalwood and whiskey and his hand found my hip so gently it was more of a question than a grab and I leaned back into him.

We danced. And by danced I mean he pressed against my back and I pressed against his front and we moved to the bass and his thigh slid between mine and the seam of my underwear pressed against my clit and the friction was instant and electric.

He was tall. I could feel that without turning around. Broad chest against my shoulder blades, arm around my waist, chin near my ear. His thigh was hard with muscle and every time the beat dropped I ground down onto it harder and the pressure built and built and built.

His mouth was on my neck. Not kissing, just breathing, lips grazing skin, and his other hand was on my hip pulling me tighter against his leg and I was essentially riding his thigh on a dance floor with a hundred people around us and the strobe lights made everything look like a dream sequence.

I reached back and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face closer and his stubble scraped my jaw and he said right in my ear "you feel incredible" and his voice was deep and I could barely hear it over the music but I felt it in my chest.

I was close. The friction and the pressure and his hands and the anonymity of it, not knowing his face, just his body against mine, his breath on my neck, his cock hard against my ass through his jeans. I shifted my angle and his thigh pressed directly against my clit and I stopped dancing and just ground down in tight circles, small, rhythmic, chasing it.

His hand tightened on my waist. He knew. He could feel the shift, feel me tensing, and he pressed his thigh up harder and said "yeah?" in my ear and I nodded and my hand gripped his neck and I came standing up in the middle of a dance floor with his thigh between my legs and the bass shaking through both of us.

I pulsed against him, body going rigid then liquid, and I let out a moan that the music swallowed and his arm held me up because my legs almost gave out. I could feel myself throbbing against his thigh and the wetness soaking through my underwear and probably onto his jeans and I didn't care.

I turned around and saw his face for the first time. Sharp jaw, dark eyes, this knowing smile like he was holding the best secret in the room. And he was. We both were.

"Can I get you a drink?" he said.

"Yeah," I said, and my voice was hoarse.

He bought me a vodka soda and we stood at the bar not touching and my legs were still trembling and my underwear was destroyed and my friends found me and one of them looked at him and looked at me and said "you okay? Your face is red" and I said "it's hot in here" and drank my drink in three swallows.

I never got his name. He disappeared back into the crowd and I went home and peeled my underwear off and they were soaked through and I lay in bed replaying it on loop until I fell asleep with my hand between my legs.

Permission Granted - Part 17

A week later Emily texted me in the middle of the afternoon.

Emily: Kids are at my parents’ for the weekend. Ross and I are free. Come over tonight if you want. No limits on the table unless you put them there.

I stared at the message for a long second before typing back.

Me: I’ll be there at seven. Wear the black garter belt, stockings, no panties or bra. Collar optional—your choice.

Emily: Yes, Daddy.

I pulled into their driveway right on time. The porch light was on. When Emily opened the door she was exactly as I’d asked—black lingerie that left her completely bare between the thighs, a matching garter belt framing her hips, sheer black stockings clipped into place, blonde hair down. Around her throat sat the simple black leather collar she kept for nights like this. Behind her Ross was already in the living room, dressed casually, the same quiet readiness on his face that he’d shown the morning after.

“Hey Daddy. I’m so happy you are here” she said, stepping aside to let me in.

I closed the door, took her chin in my hand, and kissed her once—firm and claiming—before looking past her at Ross. I threw him a blindfold I had in my pocket.

“You are going to wear that tonight. You can listen to me use your wife, my whore, but you don’t get to watch. We good?”

“Yes Sir.” Ross answered. He slipped the blindfold over his eyes.

Emily’s blue eyes were already dark with anticipation. I rested a hand on the back of her neck, felt the collar under my palm, and guided her toward the living room. The weekend stretched out in front of the three of us with nothing scheduled and nothing held back, exactly the way she had asked for it. I planned on testing it.

I pointed to the center of the rug.

“On your knees. Present.”

Emily dropped smoothly—knees spread, back straight, hands resting palms-up on her thighs, eyes lowered. The garter straps framed her bare pussy perfectly.

I walked a slow circle around her, looking her over without touching.

“You offered me everything the other morning. No soft limits. Tonight we start testing that. Safewords still work—yellow and red. Everything else is mine to use. Clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I stopped in front of her and tipped her chin up with two fingers so she had to meet my eyes.

“Open your mouth.”

She did. I leaned down and spit into it. She held it on her tongue, waiting. I nodded once and she swallowed, then opened again without being told. I spit a second time. She took that one the same way.

“Good girl.”

I straightened, unbuckled my belt, and pulled it free in one smooth motion. The leather hissed through the loops. Emily’s eyes followed it, but she stayed perfectly still on her knees. I folded the belt in half and let the doubled end rest against her cheek for a moment before speaking again.

“Stand up. Bend over the arm of the couch. I want that ass high and ready.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She rose and walked to the couch, the stockings whispering against each other with every step. She draped herself over the armrest, lifted her hips, and presented herself exactly as ordered—bare, framed by the garter belt, stockings taut—while Ross watched from his chair and the evening officially began.

I stepped behind her and ran a hand over the curve of her ass, feeling the smooth skin between the garter straps. Then I brought the folded belt down in a firm, controlled stroke across both cheeks. The leather cracked loudly in the quiet living room.

“Ow—fuck”

I gave her another, slightly harder. Then another. I worked a steady rhythm across her ass and the backs of her thighs, watching the skin turn pink under the black straps of the garter belt. Emily stayed bent over the armrest, hands gripping the cushion, breathing harder with every strike.

“Count them. And thank me.”

The next stroke landed clean across the center of both cheeks.

“Four—thank you, Daddy—”

I kept going—measured, deliberate strikes that quickly built real heat. Each one forced a sharper sound out of her.

“Seven—thank you, Daddy—fuck—”

By the tenth she was rocking forward with every impact, the stockings pulled tight as her legs tensed. I paused, ran my palm over the red skin, then slid two fingers between her legs. She was already soaked.

“You’re dripping and I’ve only used the belt so far.”

“I know—it turns me on when you hurt me—”

I gave her five more hard strokes in quick succession, each one drawing a loud cry, then dropped the belt on the couch beside her and stepped in close. I freed my cock, rubbed the head through her wet folds once, and pushed into her in a single deep thrust until my hips met her freshly marked ass.

“Oh my god—yes—”

I gripped the back of her collar with one hand and started fucking her hard over the arm of the couch, using the leather to pull her back onto every stroke while Ross listened from the chair in silence.

“What do you think your friends and coworkers would think if they could see you right now?” I asked, voice steady between thrusts. “Bent over and spanked so hard with a belt that there’ll be bruises tomorrow. Your cunt dripping down your fucking thighs just from being beaten. A collar around your neck and a cock in your pussy while your loving husband sits on the couch with his dick locked in a cage, listening to his wife get beaten, used, and begging for more.”

Emily only moaned at first, the sound broken and high as I kept driving into her.

“Ah—fuck—oh my god—”

I cracked my open hand hard across her already marked ass.

“That wasn’t a rhetorical question, bitch. Answer me.”

I kept fucking her without slowing down, each thrust forcing her against the armrest.

“They’d—ah—fuck—they’d be shocked—” she gasped. “They think I’m the put-together one—the good wife—the responsible mom—oh fuck—they have no idea I’m a collared whore who gets off on being beaten and fucked in front of her husband—”

“They’d never look at me the same—fuck—yes—harder—if they knew I beg for this—that I drip down my own thighs just from a belt—that I let you use me like a cheap slut while Ross sits there locked up and watches—”

I didn’t look at Ross when I spoke next. I kept my eyes on Emily’s back and the red marks blooming across her ass while I fucked her.

“How about you, cuck? What do you think your golf buddies would say? Maybe we should invite them over. Let them line up one by one and take turns emptying their balls into your wife’s fertile, well-used cunt while you stay in that cage and thank each of them for the privilege.”

Emily moaned louder at the words, pushing back to meet every thrust.

“Yes—fuck—invite them—let them all use me—I’ll take every load—oh my god—”

I kept pounding into her over the arm of the couch, one hand locked on the collar, the other periodically cracking across her ass, while Ross sat silent in the chair with the cage locked on and the two of us turned the entire living room into the exact scene her coworkers and his friends would never believe.

I pulled out, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and dragged her off the couch into the middle of the living-room rug.

“On your knees. Hands behind your back.”

Emily dropped hard onto the carpet. She reached back, clasped opposite forearms, and locked them in place so her chest was forced forward.
I knelt in front of her. I cupped both breasts, thumbs brushing the pierced nipples until they hardened, then leaned in and licked each one in slow, deliberate circles. When they were wet and tight I pinched them hard between thumb and finger, twisting just enough to make her cry out.

“Ah—fuck Daddy.”

I released them and brought my open hand down in sharp, repeated smacks across the tops of her tits. The flesh bounced and pinked under every strike. She stayed locked in position, breathing hard, eyes glassy.

“Open your fucking mouth. Stick your tongue out.”

She obeyed immediately. I pushed three fingers straight in, past her tongue, and kept going until they hit the back of her throat. She gagged hard around them, eyes watering, body convulsing. I held them there for several seconds, forcing the reflex, then pulled them free. Thick strings of saliva stretched from her tongue to my fingers. I wiped all of it across both of her tits, coating the flushed skin and the hard nipples.

I stood, freed my cock, and stepped in close.

“Keep that tongue out. Don’t you dare close your mouth.”

I pushed the head past her lips and drove straight into her throat until her nose pressed against me. She gagged violently. I pulled all the way out, letting a long rope of spit fall from her open mouth onto her chest, then slammed back in again—full depth, full withdrawal, over and over. Each time I bottomed out she choked and drooled; each time I pulled free the spit poured off her tongue, down her chin, and onto her already-wet tits in thick, continuous streams.

“That’s it—take it—gag on it—”

Emily’s eyes streamed. Her hands stayed locked behind her back. Ross sat there listening to his wife gagging on my thick hard cock.

I finally pulled out and left her on her knees, mouth still open, tongue out, drool dripping onto her. I knelt in front of her, slid my open hand between her thighs, and started rubbing her clit and soaked folds in firm, deliberate circles. She was dripping.

“Who does this cunt belong to?”

“You, Daddy—” she gasped.

I brought my hand down in a sharp, open-handed spank right across her pussy. The wet smack cracked through the room. She jerked and cried out.

“Louder.”

“You, Daddy—this cunt belongs to you—”

I spanked her pussy again, harder, then went straight back to rubbing her clit faster, rough and relentless. Her hips twitched against my hand.

“Louder, bitch.”

“YOU—this fucking cunt belongs to you, Daddy—oh my god—”

I kept rubbing her hard, fingers slick with how wet she was, watching her face while the spit on her tits and chin continued to drip.

“Look at you. You’re a complete mess. What should I do with you now? Any suggestions?”

Emily’s blue eyes were glassy, chest rising and falling fast, still locked in position with her hands behind her back.

“Use me,” she said, voice rough and desperate. “Fuck me. Hurt me. Fill me. Make him listen to every second of it. Please, Daddy—I’m your whore. Do whatever you want with me.”

I kept rubbing her clit in firm, rough circles, watching her face while the spit on her tits and chin continued to drip.

“Maybe I should piss on you right here in the middle of your living room. What do you think about that?”

Emily’s breath hitched. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, glassy and dark. A visible shiver ran through her even as she kept her hands clasped behind her back.

“Yes,” she whispered, then louder, voice cracking with need. “Yes, Daddy—do it. Piss on your whore. Right here. Let him hear it. Let him know you’re marking me in our own fucking living room. Please—”

I slowed the rubbing but didn’t stop, letting the idea hang in the air while Ross sat blindfolded in the chair, completely still, forced to listen to every word his wife was begging for.

“Fuck, I love what a dirty girl you are,” I said, voice low and steady. “If you weren’t married to this cuck I would move you into my house, keep you caged, wet, and needy, and only bring you out to use you. Maybe breed that cunt and put a baby in you.”

Emily’s whole body reacted. A broken, hungry moan tore out of her and her hips pushed harder against my hand.

“Yes—oh my god yes—breed me, Daddy—fill my cunt and knock me up—I’d stay caged for you—I’d stay wet and desperate every day just waiting for you to use me—please—I’ll be your breeding whore—fuck—”

I rubbed her clit faster again, watching her fall apart on her knees in the middle of her own living room.

I looked over at Ross and wondered what was going through his mind right now. I knew I was pushing things. Considering he was rubbing his crotch and hadn’t used his own safe word, I was assuming he was just as turned on as his wife.

“Please—Daddy—I need it—use me—breed me—I’ll take anything—”

I pulled my hand away from her cunt. She made a frustrated, needy sound and tried to follow it with her hips, but I gripped her jaw and forced her to look at me.

“Stay still.”

I stood up, still fully hard, and walked a slow circle around her. I stopped behind Emily, grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, and pulled her head back so her throat was exposed under the collar.

“On all fours. Right here on the rug. Ass up, face down. Keep those hands behind your back.”

She moved immediately, dropping forward onto her shoulders and turning her face to the side against the carpet, ass raised high, the black garter straps framing everything. Her soaked cunt was fully on display, still glistening from how hard I’d been rubbing her.

I knelt behind her, rubbed the head of my cock through her folds once, then pushed into her in one long, deep stroke until my hips met her ass.

“Fuuuuccckkk—yes—fill me—I love your cock”

I started fucking her hard right there on the living-room floor, one hand locked in her hair, the other periodically cracking across her already marked cheeks. Every thrust forced a loud moan out of her.

“Take it—take this cock like the whore you are—”

“Yes—Daddy—use my cunt—breed me—please—oh my god—”

I kept pounding into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

Every hard thrust forced another cry out of her.

“Fuck—yes—don’t stop—I’m so close—”

I felt her start to tighten around me, the telltale flutter that meant she was right on the edge. I drove into her a few more times, letting her climb higher, then pulled out completely and stepped back.

Emily made a raw, frustrated sound and tried to push back for more.

“No—please—I was right there—”

“Go find something in the house for me to hit you with,” I told her. “Bring it back. Don’t make me wait.”

She scrambled up off the rug and hurried out of the living room without another word. I watched her go, curious what she would decide was worth bringing back.

While she was gone I walked to the bag I’d left by the door for the weekend, unzipped it, and pulled out the wand and a small handful of wooden clothespins. I set them on the coffee table within easy reach and waited.

A minute later Emily came back into the room. In her hands she held a thick wooden kitchen spoon and a hairbrush. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes still dark with need, the marks from earlier standing out clearly on her thighs and ass.
She stopped in front of me, held both items out, and waited for me to choose.

I took the wooden spoon and the hairbrush from her and set them both on the coffee table beside the wand and the clothespins.

“Stand up straight. Legs spread. Fingers interlaced behind your head. Don’t drop them.”

Emily rose and locked into the position—feet wide, back straight, hands clasped behind her head, elbows out. Her chest rose and fell fast while she waited.

I picked up two of the wooden clothespins, pinched her left nipple until it was fully hard, and clamped the first pin on. She hissed through her teeth. I did the same to the right nipple. Both pins sat tight, the wood biting into the pierced flesh.

“Shit” she hissed.

I switched the wand on to a medium, steady buzz and pressed the head directly against her clit. Her whole body jerked, but she kept her hands locked behind her head and her legs spread.

“Oh my god—Daddy—”

I held the wand there, moving it in slow, deliberate circles, letting the vibration build her up without giving her enough continuous pressure to tip over. Every time her hips started to chase it I pulled the wand away for a second, then pressed it back.

“You don’t come. You just take it.”

“Yes, Daddy—fuck—it feels so good—”

When she was visibly trembling and her breathing had gone sharp, I picked up the hairbrush with my free hand. I kept the wand pressed firmly against her clit and started striking her with the flat wooden back of the brush—sharp, measured hits across the tops of her thighs, the soft outer sides, then higher across her ass and the sensitive skin just below the garter straps.
Each crack of the brush forced a louder cry out of her while the wand kept humming against her oversensitive clit.

“Ah—fuck—yes—it hurts—don’t stop—”

I worked her like that in the middle of the living room—wand locked on her cunt, hairbrush landing in steady, stinging strokes—while she stood with her hands behind her head, clothespins clamped tight on her nipples, and Ross sat blindfolded only a few feet away, listening to every impact and every desperate sound she made.

After another stretch of strikes I turned the wand off and set the hairbrush down. Emily was breathing hard, thighs trembling, the two pins still biting into her nipples. I picked up two more wooden clothespins from the table.

“Stay still. Legs stay spread.”

I knelt in front of her, spread her outer lips with my fingers, and slowly clamped the first pin onto her left labia. The wood pinched the sensitive fold tight. She cried out and her knees almost buckled, but she forced herself to stay upright with her hands locked behind her head.

“Ah—fuck—oh my god—”

I attached the second pin to her right labia the same way, slow and deliberate, until both sides were clamped. The four pins—two on her nipples, two on her cunt—stood out sharply against her flushed skin.

I switched the wand back on and pressed it directly against her clit again, right between the two new clamps. The vibration hit her harder now, the pins making every pulse sharper and more intense.

“Fuck—Daddy—it’s too much—”

“Color?”

“Green Daddy”

I held the wand there, moving it in tight circles, edging her ruthlessly while the clothespins pulled and bit with every small movement of her body. Emily’s voice broke into desperate, rising moans as she fought to stay standing, legs spread, hands behind her head, completely on display in the middle of her living room.

Her thighs started shaking hard. The pleas came spilling out of her in a rush.

“Please—Daddy—please let me come—I can’t take it—I’m so close—please—”

I set the spoon down without removing the wand. With my free hand I reached up and slowly, deliberately, unclamped the first wooden pin from her left nipple. The blood rushed back into the compressed flesh. She cried out sharply at the sudden flood of sensation.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck”

I kept the wand humming hard against her clit and looked her straight in the eyes.

“Tell me what you are. Scream it so loud that every person in this neighborhood hears it.”

Emily’s voice tore out of her at full volume, raw and unrestrained, echoing through the living room and almost certainly carrying outside.

“I’m a collared whore! I’m a dirty fucking slut who gets off on being beaten and used in front of her husband! I’m your breeding bitch and I love it—I’m nothing but a cunt to be filled and marked—fuck—”

While she was still screaming it I reached up and slowly removed the second clothespin from her right nipple. The second rush of blood hit her at the same moment I gave the order.

“Come.”

The orgasm slammed into her instantly. A long, loud scream ripped out of her as her whole body seized. Her cunt pulsed hard under the wand, fluid spraying around the two labia clamps still pinched tight on her folds. She shook violently, hands still locked behind her head, legs barely holding her up, while the wand forced every wave out of her and her voice kept breaking into open cries that filled the entire house.

When the strongest of the orgasm finally began to ease I switched the wand off and caught her as her knees buckled. I lowered her carefully onto the living-room carpet on her back. She lay there breathing hard, chest heaving, the two remaining clothespins still clamped on her labia, nipples dark and swollen from the ones I’d already removed.

I knelt between her spread thighs, pinched the first labia clamp, and slowly pulled it free. She hissed and arched at the fresh rush of sensation.

I removed the second one the same way. The second she was free of them I gripped her hips, lined up, and drove my cock straight into her soaked cunt in one long, deep thrust until I was buried to my balls.

“Ohhhhhhhh”

I stayed fully seated inside her for a full minute, letting her feel the stretch and the aftershocks still rolling through her, my weight pinning her to the carpet while she trembled underneath me. Her hands had finally fallen from behind her head; they rested weakly on the rug above her shoulders.

Only after that full minute did I reach for the wand again. I switched it back on and pressed the buzzing head directly against her oversensitive clit while I remained buried deep inside her.

“Fuck—Daddy—it’s to much—no”

“Take it like a good whore. This is what you wanted.”

I started fucking her in slow, powerful strokes, the wand locked on her clit the entire time, using the fresh overstimulation to drag her straight back toward another peak.

“Fuck—Daddy—it’s too much—I just came—”

“I know. You’re going to come again anyway.”

I picked up the pace, driving into her harder while the wand stayed pressed firmly against her swollen clit. Every thrust forced a louder, more broken cry out of her. Her legs wrapped weakly around my waist, then fell open again as the dual sensation overwhelmed her.

“Oh my god—oh my god—I’m gonna come again—please—”

“Then come. Soak my cock while your husband listens.”

“Yes—yes—fuck—I’m coming—I’m coming—”

The second orgasm hit her even harder than the first. A scream tore out of her as her cunt clamped down around me in strong, pulsing waves. Fluid rushed out around my cock, soaking both of us and the carpet beneath her hips. I fucked her straight through it without easing the wand or the depth of my strokes, forcing every last shudder out of her while she thrashed and cried out underneath me. Her orgasm rocked through her entire body for a whole minute.

When the peak finally began to fade she was shaking and gasping, tears at the corners of her eyes, completely spent and still full of me. I left the wand buzzing against her for a few more seconds just to watch her twitch, then switched it off and stayed buried deep inside her, looking down at the mess we’d made of the living-room floor.

I gave her almost no recovery time.

I hooked her legs higher over my arms, folded her open, and started fucking her again—deep, hard, relentless strokes that used the fresh wetness from her orgasm to slam into her without resistance.

“Fuck—Daddy—Fuck—I don’t—I can’t”

“You can. You’re going to take it until I decide you’re done.”

Every thrust forced another moan out of her. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the carpet above her head. Her tits bounced with every impact. The collar sat tight against her throat while I used her exactly the way she had asked to be used. My cock began to swell.

“Please—come in me—fill me up—breed me—I need it—”

I kept the same powerful pace, chasing my own release now, watching her face as she took every inch.

“You want this cunt bred right here on your living-room floor while your husband listens?”

“Yes—yes—please—put a baby in me—use your whore—oh my god—”

A few more hard thrusts and I buried myself to the hilt, coming deep inside her with a low groan. Thick pulses flooded her while she pushed up to take every drop, moaning through it.

“Yes—yes—give it to me—fill me—”

I stayed locked against her until the last of it faded, still fully inside her, both of us breathing hard on the soaked carpet while Ross remained in the chair, blindfolded and caged, listening to the exact moment his wife was filled.

I didn’t pull out right away. I lowered my weight onto her carefully, chest to chest, and kissed her—slow and deep at first, then softer, tasting the salt of the tears still at the corners of her eyes and the residual heat of everything that had just happened. Emily kissed me back, arms coming up weakly around my shoulders, legs still loosely wrapped around my waist while I stayed buried inside her.

We stayed like that for a long time, just kissing in the quiet of the living room. Gradually I began to soften inside her. When I finally slipped free I rolled off onto the carpet beside her and pulled her against my chest.

Emily curled into me without a word, one leg thrown over mine, her head tucked under my chin. I rested a hand on the small of her back and simply held her while both of our heart rates slowed and the intensity of the last hour settled into something quieter.

After a while she spoke, voice low.

“That was… a lot.”

“It was,” I answered. “You took it well.”

She pressed a soft kiss against my collarbone and stayed right where she was, the two of us lying on the living-room floor while her blindfolded husband remained only a few feet away, still listening in the dark.

The bed is empty beside me when I wake in the morning. As the events of last night come flooding back to me, my stomach churns.

What have I done?

I step into some jeans, then open the bedroom door to find Ellen seated at the table. She’s already dressed and absolutely stunning, in a flowing blue boho dress with a low-cut V-neck and a pair of brown sandal flats.

She doesn’t even look at me as she sips coffee from a mug, and there’s a sadness in her eyes that makes my chest ache.

I move to the table, settling into the chair across from her before she finally meets my gaze.

“Chloe’s out somewhere.” She gestures toward the living room.

Glancing at the couch, I see Chloe’s floral-print suitcase is still there.

A wave of shame rolls through my body.

“Ellen.” I reach across the table to touch her hand, but she pulls it back.

“Tell me the truth.” Her voice is tight. Controlled. “Did you kiss her?”

I can’t lie to my wife, even if I know the truth is going to break her heart. “Yes.”

She blinks, her cheeks flushing pink with hurt.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” I shake my head slowly.

“Did you fuck her, Liam?”

“No.” But we both know I was tempted. I want to be entirely honest with her. “But…”

Her mug trembles a little in her hands. “You might have.”

I can barely look at her. “Yes.”

She nods slowly, a terrible silence filling the space between us before she finally whispers, “If I hadn’t woken up just then…”

“Yes.” My chest aches at the admission.

She stands suddenly—pushing her chair back and coming around the table. I’m half-expecting her to slap me. Instead, she bends to press a kiss to my lips.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” I slide her onto my lap, kissing her deeply before our lips part. “I never should’ve agreed to stay here with her. This was a huge mistake.”

“It’s all right,” she whispers.

“No. I love you so much.” I kiss down her neck. “I never wanna do anything to hurt you.” Tugging her dress down over one shoulder, I press my lips to her skin.

She arches her back to expose her chest as I kiss the tops of her breasts. “I was so hurt last night. When I saw you together.”

“I know, baby.” I press my lips to hers once more. “I wish I could take it all back. Undo everything.”

She brings my hand to her breast, making me feel her firm nipple through the soft fabric.

“You got me so wet and swollen—the two of you. Seeing you like that. I couldn’t sleep.”

She brings my hand down her belly until I’m pressing the fabric of her dress between her legs.

“Are you serious?” I can feel the heat of her pussy against my skin, and I drag her dress up to find the damp lace of her panties underneath.

“I’m still wet.”

I hook my thumbs at the sides of her panties, wriggling them down over her hip and removing them. “I got you.”

Laying her back gently on the table, I spread her knees wide. Then I kneel to lick her exposed cunt.

She sighs with pleasure, peering into my eyes as I savor the salt and sweetness of her arousal. “She looked so small beside you.”

When I lick over the firm nub of her clit, her hips tremble in my hands.

“I keep imagining what it would feel like to watch you moving over her. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

I rub a hand over the stiffness of my cock through my jeans and lick around her entrance. Then I stand—unzipping my fly and shoving my jeans and briefs to the floor.

“I love you so much, Ellen.” I stroke my hard cock as she watches, then I step in close—aiming my tip at her center.

As I push into her slick heat, her walls squeeze around my shaft, and I groan.

Her head rolls to one side as I thrust in again.

“I promise I’ll never hurt you like that again,” I rasp, pushing her dress up and undoing the front clasp of her bra so I can cup her breasts in my hands.

“No.” She draws her knees up, reaching to grip my hips as I fuck her. “I want you to promise you’ll do it! Swear to me you’ll fuck her tonight?”

“No.” I thrust a little harder. “You don’t mean that.”

“Please, Liam. Promise me.” Her body trembles—her small breasts bouncing as I take her harder. “I can’t take the waiting anymore.”

“Is that really what you want, Elle?”

“Yes!” Her eyes lock on mine, her cheeks and her chest flushing pink. ”I want to watch you fucking her. I want to see everything.”

“Holy shit.” I angle her hips up, plunging deeper inside her. “You wanna watch me fuck that sweet young thing?”

“God, yes!” She lets out a low moan. “Just promise—” Her jaw drops open as my pace quickens inside her. “Promise you won’t do it without me?”

“Oh, babe.” I grip her hips hard. “I fucking promise you. I swear to God, when I fuck her, you’ll be right there at my side.”

I’m already dreaming about it as I bring Ellen’s legs over my shoulders, fucking her so hard the table lurches underneath her.

“Yes!” Her back arches, her sounds ratcheting up as she watches where our bodies are joined.

“Are you gonna watch her take my cock?”

“Yes! God, yes!”

Tension builds deep in my spine as her body trembles beneath me until her cries break apart and her orgasm strikes.

“That’s my girl,” I hiss between heavy breaths until I finally buck hard—slamming my hips against her ass as I spill my seed deep inside her. Pumping until I’ve given her everything I’ve got.

When I finally catch my breath—feeling my heart rate start to slow—I peer down at my wife. Her curly brown hair is mussed, and her whole body is pink with heat. Her eyelids are heavy—her eyes blissed-out.

She looks utterly and completely satisfied. But even now, there’s a flash of excitement in her eyes.

I feel it too. About Chloe.

Maybe this isn’t just talk.

What if we’re actually doing this?

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"Cheating at Our Overbooked BnB" by Leah Frost

When Liam agrees to share their BnB with a curvy stranger, he never expects his wife to give him permission to touch.

Liam’s looking forward to some rare private time with his loving wife, Ellen, when he decides to tag along for her weekend work trip. But when he arrives at their secluded BnB ahead of her, he’s shocked to find the house is already occupied.

Blonde bombshell Chloe is everything Liam shouldn’t want: easy-going, flirtatious, and far too aware of the effect she has on him. Liam knows he should walk away. Find a hotel. Instead--fueled by dangerous curiosity--he agrees to share the house.

But Ellen's wise to his attraction as tensions rise during their first night together. When she discovers the two of them crossing a line in secret, her jealousy flares white-hot. But anger dissolves into intense arousal, and soon Ellen's begging Liam to break his vows and make his filthiest dreams with Chloe come true. 

And the most shocking part? Ellen wants a front-row seat.

Contains graphic depictions of MF and voyeuristic FMF encounters between consenting adults. Includes consensual infidelity, jealousy, and light BDSM.

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I get to the gym at five. It's almost empty. Just two other people in the whole place. I was early on purpose. I wanted the place quiet.

Theo's by the mat with a tape measure and a notebook. He tells me he wants to do a progress check today instead of a workout.

Six weeks, he says. Wants to see where I'm at.

I nod and try to look normal.

I know what I'm wearing. I pulled them on this morning and I didn't put anything under them. Told myself I was running late. Told myself it was hot. Told myself a lot of things.

The leggings are pale grey and thin and they sit low on my hips and I can feel them every time I move.

I keep thinking about what he's going to see when I bend.

I stand in the mirror and I can see the shadow of me through the fabric and my stomach goes tight and I leave it on.

He starts with flexibility. "Sit on the mat." he says. "Fold forward and hold it."

I sit. I fold.

The fabric pulls tight across my ass and the outline of me shows through and I feel the air on the skin that isn't covered and I hold it and I wait for him to say something.

The gym is quiet. The music is low. I can hear myself breathing.

I can feel the fabric stretched thin over the curve of me and I know what it looks like and I don't move.

Theo kneels down beside me and puts his hand on my back. "Flatten your spine" he says.

His palm is warm. His thumb rests right on the waistband and he holds it there and I can feel his breath on my neck and I go still.

Then his thumb slips under the waistband and touches my bare skin and we both stop breathing.

My throat goes tight. I don't move. I don't breathe. I want him to leave it there.

I can feel the heat of his hand and my heart is in my throat and I stay down and I don't look at him.

He pulls his hand back like he burned himself. He stands up. He walks to the other side of the mat and tells me to stand and his voice is rough and I stand up slow and my legs are shaking.

"Strength" he says.

He has me do lunges across the mat. He stands at the far end and watches.

I do every rep. I can feel the fabric against me and I don't know if I'm punishing myself or if I want his hand back

My legs burn. The gym is warm. I can feel the sweat on my back and I breathe through every rep and he doesn't say anything.

Halfway through he walks over and puts his hand on my hip and tells me to keep my torso upright and his palm is warm through the thin fabric and he holds it there and then he takes it off and walks back.

I do the rest and I keep my eyes on the floor.

After the last one he tells me to stretch out. He leans on the wall by the door and watches me.

I can feel his eyes on me and I keep my face down and I can feel the wet patch where the fabric is stuck to me.

I do the stretches and I take my time and I can feel him watching the whole time and when I stand up he's still looking and his face is calm and his jaw is tight.

I walk over to my bag and grab my water and drink and I can feel him behind me and I keep my back to him.

The gym is quiet and the music is low and I can hear him breathing.

I want to turn around and I don't and I finish the water and I put the bottle down and I can feel him still standing there.

"Wednesday" he says. And don't wear those"

I stop and turn around. He's looking at me now and his eyes are not calm and my face goes hot.

"Okay...." I say.

I walk out and I don't look back and I can feel where his thumb was for the rest of the day and I know I'm going to wear them again on Wednesday.

I don't know what I'm doing. I don't care......

Chapter 16 of "Her Both Sides, Now"

«Specimen»

Steinar, Ona

It was an overcast, gray, almost eerily silent summer day in Stokka. Most of the neighbors were away on vacation, leaving the suburban streets empty and hushed. The air felt thick, expectant.

I arrived at her parents’ house just before noon.

When I stepped inside, Ona called from the kitchen:

“Come join me for lunch, Steinar.”

I walked in and stopped short.

She was standing by the kitchen counter wearing a white lab coat — the real kind, from a research lab. It was buttoned modestly from the neck down to mid-thigh, but her body was clearly raging against its limits. The fabric stretched tightly across her heavy breasts. Her platinum hair was pulled into a messy bun with loose strands framing her face, and she wore simple reading glasses perched on her nose. She looked like a brilliant, slightly mad scientist.

She smiled at me sweetly.

“Sit. I made smørbrød.”

We ate quietly at first. Tea, open-faced sandwiches, the soft clink of cups. I noticed she drank glass after glass of water.

Of course she was naked underneath the lab coat. I could tell by the way the fabric moved over her nipples and the occasional glimpse of smooth thigh when she shifted.

After a while she leaned back, crossed her legs, and looked at me over her glasses.

“Test Number Three,” she said calmly. “Today you will make me wet enough to fill this.”

She placed a clean 3 deciliter laboratory beaker on the table.

“You will talk to me. Get me dripping. When I’m ready, I’ll stand here and fill it for you. If you succeed… you have to drink every drop. No spitting. No hesitation.”

She gave me that exaggeratedly sweet, nerdy-pervert smile.

“Begin.”

I tried at first with memories — describing old nights we’d spent together. It wasn’t working. So I changed strategy and started talking about her power, her magnificent clit, how it had grown into something almost mythical.

Ona’s breathing changed.

She slowly stood up, unbuttoned the lower buttons of the lab coat, and spread her legs slightly. The coat parted like a curtain.

Her pussy was already glistening. And her clit… God.

It was enormous. Thick, long, and fully erect, the prominent bump near the head making it look like a miniature, veiny horse cock. The shaft was flushed deep red, the head shiny and swollen. It twitched visibly as I kept talking, growing even larger.

She picked up the beaker with one hand and held it underneath herself.

“Keep going,” she said, voice clinical but husky.

Thick, clear strings of grool began to drip, then run steadily into the beaker.

“Interesting,” she murmured, watching the level rise with scientific fascination. “Female grool is actually quite rich in electrolytes — sodium, potassium, magnesium. It’s certainly not unhealthy for anyone to imbibe. In fact, it can be quite hydrating in moderate quantities.”

She smiled sweetly as another thick rivulet of her juices poured into the beaker.

“pH is slightly alkaline today… viscosity increasing nicely… look at the strands…”

When the beaker was nearly full — three deciliters of her warm, slippery grool — she buttoned the coat again with surprising composure and set it on the table in front of me.

She smiled at me like a nerdy, insanely sexy perverse lab technician.

“Your turn.”

I drank it all.

I actually wanted to drink it. I wanted something of hers inside me. A dark, shameful part of me even wondered what it would feel like if that massive clit of hers were just a little bigger — if she could actually fuck me with it.

What the hell was happening to me?

When I finished, I sat there with a strange, stunned look on my face, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal.

Ona leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. She tilted her head, eyes sparkling. Bright red roses had bloomed in her cheeks. She looked so happy.

“Good boy,” she purred. “Test Three passed. Although with something of an awkward start.”

“Shall we move on to Test Four?”

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Freyja scrubbed at her arms and shoulders while she talked.

The sound of wet cloth on skin mixed with the low lap of the spring. I kept my eyes on the far wall. The stone was dark with moisture. Steam rose between us and blurred the edges of the room. I told myself not to turn. But I really wanted another look. The reflection had already given me more than I should have taken, but the rest of her was right there. I kept telling myself that I should be content with her closeness and the heat of her back pressed against mine.

She continued to explain. “Astrid’s story is much like a lot of leaders,” she said. Her voice stayed even, but the scrubbing slowed. “She was born to our tribe’s previous shield. Sigrún. Her father was sent to the village soon after her birth, so he would not complicate her upbringing. Astrid was forbidden to have any contact with him. She was trained from the time she could hold a blade to become our best warrior.”

The cloth moved higher, over the curve of her shoulder. Water ran down her spine and into the pool. I watched the ripples instead of her.

“She understood attacking techniques and battle strategy. But her defense is absolutely terrible. She did not inherit Sigrún’s strength. She cannot wear heavy armor for long. She cannot block more than a single solid strike with a shield before her arm gives. That is why I never leave her side in the field. If she had been a normal citizen she would have been better suited for the scouts. Liv’s work. Distance. Movement. But she is heir to the high seat. The sword has always led the First Line. That duty fell to her whether she was built for it or not.”

Freyja dipped the cloth again. The water darkened around us.

“Her other mother—the Chieftess, Ingrid—took her on raids from the time she was eighteen. Ingrid let her issue commands so she could feel the weight of them. Three years of that. Then everything changed. Ingrid claimed her own candidate. Astrid seemed more at ease after that. Astrid never wanted the high seat. I think she hoped the candidate would pass every test and give Ingrid a different heir. Someone else who could take the responsibility away from her.”

The scrubbing stopped. Freyja’s shoulders rose and fell once.

“The candidate was good. Spring was close. He had passed every test they set. They performed the uniting ceremony in front of the whole tribe. He took Ingrid’s name. He became one of us. Astrid understood what that night meant. She left the long hall and went to the First Line barracks. She did not want to be in the house while Ingrid and Sigrún tried for a child.”

The steam thickened. I could hear the slow drip from the rock wall.

“She woke to the smell of fire and the emergency horn. She ran. The house was already burning. She went in without waiting for anyone. She found the man standing over both of them. They were still in the bed. It looked like he had killed them while they slept. She didn't speak. She quickly drew steel and took his head.”

Freyja’s voice had gone flat.

“We found her still holding Sigrún. Her birth mother. She would not let go. The beams were falling. The sisters pulled her out and put the fire down. They tied the traitor’s body to a horse and dragged it through the streets for three days. Astrid mourned during those three days. She did not eat. She did not speak. The night we set Ingrid and Sigrún into the ground was the same night she became Chieftess.”

Water moved against my chest. I kept my eyes forward.

“After that she took the role deadly serious. She wants to make them proud. She wants to protect the people they died for. The problem is that she sees every man as the same one who stood over her mother's bodies. She has made it difficult for most women to keep a candidate here after the child is born. She even increased the number of raids on villages and kingdoms. Sometimes for reasons that would not have been enough before. I hoped she would change her mind after meeting a good man, but she has never even tried to meet her father. What hope does any other man have to change her mind.”

Freyja turned enough that I could see the side of her face. Wet braid. The line of her jaw. Her eyes found mine. Astrid wanted you dead because she is afraid the same thing will happen to me that happened to her mothers. “But you don’t have to worry, Erik. She gave her word in front of the tribe. I will conduct your tests from here on. As long as you don't injure a sister or try to run, you're as good as one of us. She won't be able to hurt you. Now we should get dressed. I'm sure you're hungry after running the mountain trail.”

I stood.

The water fell away from my chest and hips. Exposing my length. Cool air hit the wet skin. I heard her breath catch.

“What are you doing?” The words came out tight. “I didn’t mean—get back in. I didn’t mean right now.”

“I’m getting dressed,” I said. “Like you told me.”

A smaller voice. “I was going to close my eyes.”

I looked over my shoulder. She was beet red. The color ran from her collarbones up her throat and across her cheeks. It did not suit the woman who had stood between me and a sword. It looked strange on her. It also looked kind of cute.

“Oh.” I stayed where I was, water to mid-thigh. “The other ladies had me get in in front of them. I figured you wouldn’t mind either.”

She made a sound that was half a groan and half a laugh. “Those two. They have always called me a prude when they wanted to make fun of me. Maybe they are right. I get flustered too easily.”

I laughed, quiet. “No. It’s fine. I quite like your reaction.”

The red deepened. She turned her face toward the wall and the steam.

“Shut up,” she said. “And cover yourself.”

Part 1

I woke to an empty bed, but I could hear the shower running.

When I wandered out to brush my teeth, breakfast was already on the table.

Nice.

The bathroom was so full of steam it felt more like a sauna. Leah was either trying to open every pore in her body or personally contribute to New York’s humidity problem.

I peed, brushed my teeth, and on the way out decided a little fun in the shower on our last day in the apartment couldn’t hurt.

I opened the shower door and slipped inside.

Then I turned around.

Rina stood there completely lathered in soap, eyes closed.

I screamed.

Her eyes snapped open.

She screamed.

Soap went into her eyes.

She screamed again, trying to get enough water into them to flush it out.

I decided to back out, slipped on the wet floor and landed hard on my ass.

I screamed again.

For several seconds, the bathroom was just screaming.

I made it out of the shower, bruised emotionally and physically.

Rina came out a moment later, wrapped herself in a towel, and threw me one as well.

“Okay. That was all kinds of awkward. You okay?”

“Ow, my ass. Ow, my feelings.”

“Ah, that’s fine then. Nobody saw anything they hadn’t seen before, and you only bruised your ass.”

She shrugged.

“I’ve had dates that ended like that.”

She left the bathroom and got dressed there, once again without any regard for modesty.

I went to the bedroom to do the same, pulling on some comfy slacks and a baggy hoodie.

When I came back out, Rina was in denim overalls and a T-shirt.

She gave me a once-over.

“You’re packing your apartment in that?”

Fuck.

That was today.

I had completely forgotten.

“Let me get some coffee and eat first. You’re up early.”

“It’s almost eight, Mia. I’ve been up since five-thirty. Used the hotel gym one last time, went over to your new address and found a local gym to sign up for a month, moved my flight to November second, then ran back here before showering.”

I put some butter on my toast.

“You been inside the new place?”

“Nope, but the outside looked fancy. It has a doorman.”

“I know. Feels icky having someone guarding my door.”

“Agreed, but I expect you’ll have to get used to that if you’re gonna live with Leah.”

I nodded solemnly while spreading jam on my toast.

“So, what’s the plan today?”

Rina pulled out her phone and, presumably, a list.

“Leah booked a moving van and movers for two. They’ll take everything we pack to the new place, where Leah will meet them.”

She nodded to herself.

“Leah should be at the new TEG office now, meeting the people her mother hired. She gave notice this morning, cleared out her desk, and is using her remaining five vacation days.”

Rina looked up at me.

“So technically, she’s as unemployed as you.”

“It says that?”

She turned the phone around and pointed at a message from Leah.

I am now as unemployed as my girlfriend.

I rolled my eyes.

Rina went back to the list.

“If everything goes well, you two sleep there tonight and I take your bed here. That’s for three days, then we move whatever is left in this place over once your spa is done.”

I stopped chewing.

“My what?”

Rina froze.

“Eeee... your...”

She closed her eyes.

“Fuck.”

I stared at her.

“Don’t tell Leah. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Okay, spa.

That was better than hiking.

Or at least I hoped so. I’d never been to a spa.

I took out my phone and searched spa New York.

A lot of results.

“Do you know which one?”

“You are not getting me to spoil more of a secret I wasn’t supposed to tell you, Mia.”

“I’m just asking.”

“No prepping either. Pretend you don’t know.”

I put my phone down.

Rina gave me a serious look.

“Leah was nervous about this. She’s really trying.”

“Trying what?”

“To give you a reset. New apartment, a few days away, get your head straight before everything changes.”

She hesitated.

“And she’s worried.”

“About what?”

“That all this new work is going to make you think she doesn’t care. Or that you’ll decide you don’t need her.”

I frowned.

“She said that?”

“Close enough.”

Rina pointed at my phone.

“So stop fucking researching spas and let your girlfriend surprise you.”

I pushed my phone away and held up my hands.

“Okay, I yield. Let me eat, get properly dressed, and we can move out.”

I put on proper pants, a T-shirt, sneakers, and a zip-up hoodie. It was cooling down, but packing was sweaty work, so I wanted layers I could take off.

We took the subway to my place.

When we arrived, there was a stack of flat boxes leaning against the front door.

“This is from the moving company,” Rina said. “They dropped them off this morning. There should be twelve.”

She went over and started counting.

“Oh. Thirteen. Score.”

She picked up the stack while I unlocked the door.

Rina had never been here before.

When I opened the apartment, I realized I hadn’t been back since Lin broke up with me. 

That was... almost two weeks now.

The place was a mess.

Lin had removed about half of everything and pushed the rest into corners. The kitchen still had some utensils, pots and pans, but she’d definitely taken the good stuff. 

Most of it had been hers anyway, so fair enough.

My room was untouched.

Bed, wardrobe, posters, all the normal bedroom stuff.

Most of my clothes were already at Leah's, but my cold-weather things were still here. Big hoodies, fall tights, jackets, gloves and hats.

In the living room, Rina was assembling boxes.

We started packing, and by the time the movers arrived, everything that needed boxing was boxed. We stuck Post-its on the furniture marking what was going and what was staying.

The manager of the moving company asked if he could have the keys for the cleaning crew.

“Cleaning company?” I asked.

“Our cleaning department comes in once we’re done. They clean the apartment, document the condition, and lock up when they leave.”

Leah had booked a proper moving company.

I had mentally prepared myself to come back and scrub the place tonight.

I tossed him the keys, and Rina and I left.

That was it.

Not my home anymore.

“You hungry?” I asked.

“You know me well.”

I took Rina to El Lado Taco, my favorite Mexican place in Astoria.

It occurred to me this might be my last time here for a while.

While we were eating, Rina got a message.

“Nice. Leah secured the contract.”

“For Halloween?”

“Yeah. They approved the costume design too, so we can start work now.”

“You moved your flight this morning without knowing if you had the job?”

“I trust Leah. I fully expected her to land it. If not this way, then another.”

Rina put her phone down.

“She is dead set on making this company succeed. I worry more about her burning herself out trying.”

I got the feeling Rina was handing me a job.

Make sure Leah doesn’t spiral.

It sounded a lot like what Keiko had told me.

When we arrived at the new place, I gave the doorman a nod.

Me and him were gonna be friends.

I brought Rina up in the elevator, eagerly waiting for her reaction when she saw the open space.

Instead, I was the one who made a face when the doors opened.

Plastic covered almost everything.

Several workers were moving through the apartment, and Leah was standing at the kitchen island with a tall, thin Black man.

There was banging and sawing everywhere.

I headed toward Leah.

She spotted Rina and me, and the worried frown disappeared. 

“Mia, Rina, let me introduce you to Malcolm. He’s the Senior Production Manager at TEG.”

He smiled and gave us a wave.

“I’m just going through the build details for the next three days. Making sure the furniture goes in the right place, contractors have access, all that fun stuff.”

“Leah pulled me off the office fit-out and put me on this instead.”

“The office can wait. TEG’s next contract isn’t until the Thanksgiving gala. We need this place ready for producing the Halloween event materials.”

Malcolm looked toward the staircase.

“I still don’t see why the upstairs door needs to be custom.”

“I know my doors, Malcolm. Just book him. Say Takahashi requested him and send him my specs.”

Leah closed her laptop, slipped it into her bag, and threw the strap over her shoulder.

“And remember, when the movers come, the bed goes in the far-left bedroom.”

Malcolm gave her a thumbs-up.

Leah started toward the elevator.

We made our way back to the apartment, where Leah and Rina started working on the shopping list for everything they would need for the costumes.

I crashed down on the couch and sent my landlord an email.

I’m writing to confirm that I have fully moved out of the apartment as of October 12. The moving company has removed my belongings, and their cleaning crew will complete the final cleaning and lock up afterward.

Please treat this as notice that I have vacated the property.

As the apartment has now been surrendered before the next rental period, I am requesting:

• Return of my full security deposit.
• Refund of the rent paid for October 15 through November 15.

Please confirm receipt of this email and let me know when I should expect the deposit and unused rent to be returned.

That should do it.

I didn’t expect a refund on the rent, but maybe I could claw back some of the security deposit.

I overheard Leah and Rina discussing how much 3D-printer time they needed to book, along with spray booth access.

“Should I pack anything for tomorrow, Leah?” I shouted from the couch.

“I already packed your bag. Put your toothbrush in there and you should be good.”

I went into the bedroom.

Two bags were already sitting on the floor in front of the bed.

“When did you have time to pack this?”

“Last night, while you were asleep on the couch.”

“Oh, right...”

I decided to start packing the rest of my clothes. Leah had some suitcases in the bedroom, so I grabbed one and started filling it with everything I’d accumulated over here.

After that, I found fresh bedsheets and remade the bed for Rina.

When I was done, I heard her call from the living room.

“Mia, we’re leaving. Bring the travel bags.”

I stuck my head out of the bedroom and saw Rina handling two huge suitcases. One was Leah’s photography case. The other was a mystery.

“We going?”

Leah nodded.

“Heading over to the new place. Need to do Rina’s OnlyFans shoot. Also need food. Can you handle that?”

“Sure. We good with ramen?”

Leah nodded, then looked at Rina.

Rina nodded too.

Democracy.

We left together, and in typical Leah fashion, there was already a car waiting downstairs.

We threw everything into the back and drove over to our new place.

The doorman came over when we pulled up and reached for the bags.

Rina immediately took them away from him.

“Don’t worry about her,” I said. “She’s just like that.”

He smiled and nodded.

“As you say.”

When we got into the apartment, it was eerily quiet compared with earlier.

There was still plastic everywhere, but some furniture had arrived. Most of it was still wrapped or sitting inside cardboard boxes.

“Let’s do it upstairs,” Leah said. “The windows will work better for the gothic look we’re after, and there’s less plastic.”

The door to the second floor had been removed, and a much larger opening was being made in its place.

I decided my task was now finding ramen.

A quick search gave me a few options, and I picked Teppen Ramen, about a block and a half away. I checked what Leah and Rina wanted, put in a takeaway order, then headed out.

When I came back, I realized we had no chairs.

Leah and Rina had already made quick work of the lighting and photo setup, and Rina was halfway through her makeup.

Leah called a break to eat.

We sat on the floor in the upstairs living room, and I realized the private section alone was at least twice the size of mine and Lin’s entire apartment.

I could see my bed through the bedroom door.

It looked minuscule in there.

No, Mia. This is fine. You can have this.

I shook my head.

“So, Rina, what are we taking pictures of today?”

“Abs, ass, some tits, and full frontal for the higher tiers. Maybe a few classy backshots for special purchase.”

She slurped some more noodles.

“I have a lot from the crafting process already, so we just need twenty-five-ish good shots today. Should be easy enough.”

I poked at my noodles for a bit.

“So... weird question.”

Rina looked at me.

“That narrows it down.”

“No, I mean...” I waved my chopsticks vaguely in her direction. “You put all this online. Like, properly online.”

“Mm”

“And people see it.”

“Yes?”

She smiled.

“I am trying here, okay? Give me some space.”

“Sure.”

I frowned at her.

“Do you not feel that you are… I don’t know. Spreading yourself to the world?”

Rina raised an eyebrow.

“Have you seen me, Mia?”

I gave her a once over.

“Yes?”

“I enjoy being seen.”

“How?”

“When I pose, I want people to look. I am not ashamed of any of this.”

“I get the no-shame part, but... I guess I don’t know what I’m asking.” 

Leah spoke up.

“I think Mia is asking why it doesn’t feel like you’re giving something away.”

I looked at her.

“Yes.”

She gestured toward Rina.

“Your body is private. Or at least, most people are taught that parts of it are. So when you put pictures of those parts online for anyone willing to pay, she doesn’t understand why that doesn’t feel... exposing.”

“Yes. That.”

I pointed my chopsticks at Leah.

“Exactly that.”

Rina laughed.

“Is this where I’m supposed to say sex work is work?”

She shrugged.

“Yes. But that’s only a tiny part of it. I look like this, and that takes work. I make the costumes, and that takes work. I do the shoots, and that takes work.”

She lifted another mouthful of noodles.

“People paying to see it is just how I get paid.”

“I thought you got paid by companies?”

“That is much more degrading than OnlyFans.”

I thought about that, but Leah and Rina finished eating before I did and got up to go back to work.

I watched them apply makeup at the same time, which was slightly bizarre. Leah was doing Rina’s face while Rina worked on her arm. Efficient.

I sat cross-legged on the floor off to one side, far enough away that I wasn’t in anyone’s way but with a clear view of the whole room.

Rina stood near the arched windows in full costume, cape falling almost to the floor behind her, whip hanging from her belt.

Leah took a few test shots, checked the screen, then moved one of the lights a little farther around.

“Give me the clean full-body first.”

Rina shifted without asking what she meant. One foot forward, weight settling onto the back leg, shoulders turned just enough that the cape opened around her.

Click.

“Eyes here.”

Click.

“Hold.”

Leah lowered herself slightly and shot again.

“Turn.”

Rina turned her back to the camera, pulling her hair forward over one shoulder so the detailing down the cape was visible.

“Good. Three-quarter.”

She rotated halfway back.

Click. Click.

“Whip.”

Rina’s hand was already moving toward it.

This was nothing like when Leah photographed me.

There had been so much talking then. Move this. Turn that. Chin down. Relax my shoulders. Stop making whatever stupid face I was making. 

Here, Leah gave Rina half a word and Rina seemed to know the rest of the sentence.

“Low?”

“Yeah.”

Rina widened her stance slightly.

Leah dropped to one knee.

Click.

“Cape out.”

Rina caught one side of it and let it hang away from her body.

Leah took another burst.

I understood maybe half of what they were doing.

I understood that it looked fucking cool.

Leah checked the last few shots.

“Okay. We have the costume.”

Rina reached for the fastening at her throat.

“Cape stays,” Leah said.

Rina stopped.

“Smart choice.”

She started on the rest instead.

Rina slipped her hands under the robe and started working the top free underneath it.

The outer layer stayed fastened high at her throat, hanging open beneath the clasp and falling under her arms rather than closing across the front.

She pulled the top out and tossed it onto the growing pile of costume pieces.

The robe covered considerably less than I had expected.

Leah lifted the camera.

“Shoulders back.”

Rina rolled them once and settled into position.

“Good. Keep the collar square.”

Click.

“Turn a little.”

Rina shifted into a three-quarter angle.

Click. Click.

The robe framed her chest without really hiding much of it, but every time I thought Leah had pushed it too far, Rina moved an arm or changed the angle and suddenly everything important was covered again.

“Whip.”

Rina reached for it without looking.

She brought the handle up across her chest.

Leah adjusted her position.

“Higher. Rotate the cross.”

Rina moved it a few centimeters.

“Like this?”

“Yeah. Hold.”

Click. Click. Click.

Rina changed the angle herself after the third shot, turning her hip and letting the robe fall farther open on one side.

Leah immediately followed her with the camera.

No discussion.

They just kept moving.

“Pants next,” Leah said.

Rina took off her boots and undid the pants and belts. 

Leah looked down at her feet.

“Boots back on.”

Rina gave her a look.

“Yeah, I know, but pants need to be off first.”

She sat down long enough to pull the boots back on, then stood again with the robe still hanging from her shoulders. 

The effect was ridiculous.

Mostly naked. Giant armored boots, dramatic blue coat, red arm, whip. 

Somehow it still looked more like a costume than less.

Leah lifted the camera.

“Side profile first. Weight on the back leg.”

Rina turned.

“Good. Let the coat fall behind you.”

Click.

“Hip toward me.”

Click.

“Hold that.”

Rina sat cross-legged in front of the window, the robe pooled around her hips, whip resting across her lap.

Leah circled a little to the side.

“Chin down. Eyes up.”

Click.

“Good. Now hand on the handle.”

Rina shifted, one hand curling around the whip, the other braced lightly against the floor.

Click. Click.

From where I sat, it looked equal parts prayer, threat, and pin-up. 

They moved on quickly after that.

Rina stood again, lifting both arms while Leah wrapped the belt across her chest and tightened it just enough to hold. The buckle sat slightly off-center, her torso otherwise bare except for the robe hanging open from her shoulders.

Leah stepped back, looked through the camera, then pointed.

“Turn. More. Hold.”

Rina shifted into a three-quarter pose, arms still raised, stomach tight, red arm catching the light.

Click.

“Good. One more.”

Click. Click.

Then Rina dropped to her knees.

Not dramatic at first. Just a controlled movement onto the floorboards while Leah adjusted one of the lights. The robe slid to one side, leaving her mostly bare, and Rina folded her hands together in front of her chest.

“Prayer?” I asked.

“Castlevania is packed with religious symbolism,” Rina said.

Leah made a small approving noise.

“Exactly.”

She took a few shots from standing height, then lowered herself.

“Lean back a touch. Good. Eyes closed.”

Click.

“Now open.”

Click.

After that came what Rina had called the high-tier backshot.

Leah was flat-out on the floor for that one, camera angled up while Rina stayed kneeling near the window with the robe pushed aside and the line of her back fully exposed.

“Arch a little.”

Rina did.

“More.”

She did again.

“Hold. Don’t move.”

Click. Click. Click.

I had never seen Leah look more professional and less romantic in my life.

There was nothing horny in her expression at all.

Just focus.

Terrifying focus.

Rina held the pose for another second, then relaxed and looked over her shoulder.

“Did you get it?”

Leah checked the screen.
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Let me get out of this costume.”

Rina stripped naked, then carefully packed the costume away. She pulled out some normal clothes and got dressed in front of me like I was an inanimate object, not someone who was very much enjoying the view.

Leah took the SD card out of her camera and handed it to Rina, who slipped it inside her phone case.

“You got everything you need?” Leah asked.

“Keys to your old place, SD card, laptop for uploading and editing. I think I have everything. When are you back?”

“Thursday around midday.”

“And the work will be done by then?”

“If Malcolm can be trusted, it will.”

“So Thursday I move in here?”

“Yeah. We should have a room for you downstairs by then. Bed and everything.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you in three days, then. Try to stay safe.”

Rina walked down the stairs, and I heard the elevator close.

I looked around the room.

“I guess we live here now?”

“I guess we do,” Leah said. “You like it, right?”

“My gut is telling me no one should be able to live this well, but yes. My brain says this place is amazing.” 

I looked around once more.

“What are you gonna do with the other two bedrooms?”

“The one on the far left is going to be my crafting room. I have people coming tomorrow to retrofit the whole thing. New floor, new air filtration. I’m really looking forward to that one.”

“And the middle one?”

“I’m thinking an office. Proper desk space, good chairs. I can’t do all my laptop work from the couch.” 

“Can I get a desk?”

Leah frowned at me.

“Of course you can. This is your space as much as mine.”

“I think I want a PC too. I’ve been thinking about getting back into gaming. I used to play a lot when I was a teenager, but now my phone just eats all my time. I kind of want to see if I can still sit down and focus on a game like I used to.”

“We should ask Rina if she can build it for you. I remember she posted a video of herself building her rig. It went a bit viral.”

“Why?”

“Apparently the internet decided she was ‘Henrietta Cavill.’ I’m sure she’d love an excuse to make a sequel.”

I leaned to my left and rested my head on her shoulder.

“You know I love you, right? I’m not gonna leave if you tell me no?”

“My brain says that’s true, but my gut keeps telling me I can still fuck it up and drive people away.” 

“We need to get you on some probiotics. My gut might be a socialist, but I can’t have a girlfriend whose gut is a conspiracy theorist.” 

“It’s not easy. I don’t have many close friends. Rina might be the closest, and I still don’t think we could ever be roommates. Relationships have been... problematic, and I think I was usually the common factor when they went wrong.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever done anything that made me suspicious of you.” 

There was a long silence.

“I fought to get a plus-one added to my gala invite. It was originally just for me.” 

My eyebrows went up.

“So... the whole shopping trip, haircut, wax, everything. You did all that for what?”

“To spend time with you.”

I went quiet again.

“You could have just asked me out. I would've come anyway.”

“Yeah. I know that now.” Leah paused. “Also, for the record, I did not arrange the whole director thing. That part was not supposed to happen.”

“If you had arranged that, I might have broken up with you.”

She gave a short laugh.

“I hope you didn’t take the job for me?”

“Maybe a little.” Leah looked down. “I don’t think I would’ve accepted Mother’s offer without you. I would’ve fought her tooth and nail, and probably built my own company just to spite her.”

She looked back at me.

“But I don’t want you to have to live with that version of me. And maybe you made me see a different version of my mother too. One I don’t always need to fight.

We sat there for a while until Leah kissed me on the forehead and got up.

“I’m sticky and dusty. I need a shower before bed. Did you bring the toothbrushes?”

I nodded.

“Of course.”

She walked off toward the bathroom, and a few seconds later I heard the shower start.

Okay.

Time to claim this place as my own.

I stripped off my clothes and headed for the bathroom.

Steam rolled out the second I opened the door. Leah was already under the spray, head tilted back, water running in dark rivers down her back. She turned enough to look at me through the wet curtain of her hair.

“Took you long enough.”

I stepped in behind her. The floor was slick, and I put a hand against the tile to steady myself before pressing against her back.

She reached behind her without looking and found my hip.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. Just... need to test out the new shower. Make sure it’s safe.”

She made a small sound that might have been a laugh.

I slid my arms around her waist, palms settling against her stomach. I kissed the back of her shoulder, then the side of her neck. She tilted her head to give me more room.

“Mia.”

“Hmm?”

“You up for this, after Saturday?”

“I’m a big girl, Leah. I wasn’t ruined by some monster dick.”

I turned her around.

Her eyes were half-lidded from the steam when I kissed her. She still tasted faintly of ramen. Her hands came up to my face, then slid into my hair and pulled me closer.

The shower was big enough that we weren’t fighting for space like we had in the old place. I backed her against the wall, my thigh slipping between hers.

She made a quiet sound against my mouth and rolled her hips once.

I reached down between us.

“Like that?”

“Yeah.” She rested her forehead against mine. “Don’t rush.”

I didn’t.

I watched her face instead, catching the little changes again. The tightening around her eyes. The way her mouth opened when I got something right. The way her fingers curled into my hair.

She kissed me again, messier this time.

“Mia...”

“Don’t worry. I got you.”

I dropped to my knees.

Water ran over my face and down my back while one of her hands braced against the wall and the other stayed tangled in my hair. I kept the rhythm she liked until her breathing changed and her thighs started to shake.

“Fuck...”

She came with her head tipped back against the tile, one sharp breath followed by a longer one as the tension left her.

I stayed there until she tugged gently at my hair.

When I stood, my knees complained.

Leah pulled me into a hard kiss, then her hand slipped between us.

“Your turn.”

She backed me against the wall and took her time, watching my face the same way I had watched hers. Slow at first, then faster when I started moving against her hand.

“Leah...”

“I know.”

She kissed the side of my neck and kept going until my legs started trembling and I buried my face against her wet hair.

She held me through it, then kept going gently until I twitched and pushed her hand away. 

We stayed there for a while, breathing, the water slowly cooling around us.

Leah eventually reached past me and shut it off.

“Towels are still in the bag,” she said. “I’ll get them.”

I stayed beneath the dripping showerhead for another few seconds.

Plastic somewhere downstairs. Empty rooms around us. My old bed sitting in a bedroom big enough to swallow it. 

Somehow this was home now.

When Leah came back with the towels, I took one and wrapped it around her first. She did the same for me.

We dried off, brushed our teeth, and made our way into the bedroom.

The bed was made.

The sheets were cool.

We climbed in.

Outside the windows, the city kept going. 

Inside, it was just us breathing in the dark. 

The steaks were resting when you walked in the door, and I was plating the broccoli. Wine was already breathing in glasses on the island, a nice red that would stand up to the meal. “Hey baby.” I said with a smile as you hung your coat “How was work?”

You turn around, walking toward me with one thing on your mind. I barely set the baking sheet down before you crash into my chest, your head nestling under my jaw as my arms reflexively wrap around you. “I missed you.” You say into my chest “Work was good. You already have dinner ready?”

“Of course,” I reply with a grin “wouldn’t want you to have to slap me around or something, gotta have dinner on the table when you get home.” You laugh and lightly swat my shoulder, still wrapped up tightly in my arms. I can never get enough of the smell of your hair, even after a tough gym day you still somehow manage to smell like strawberries. I squeeze you a little tighter before finally letting you go.

“Wine is poured, and the steaks should be rested. Sit down, I’ll bring your plate.” We sit side by side at the island while we eat and work our way through the meal. We are unhurried, chatting about our day and our plans for the weekend. Eventually, the steak and broccoli are gone, and I clear the dishes while you pour us the second half of the wine. I lean down to kiss you, taking my time to savor the taste of the wine on your lips before pulling away and grabbing my glass. “Shall we move to the couch?”

I sit down in the middle and you snuggle in next to me, legs across my lap while I snake my arm behind you to hold you close. We clink glasses and enjoy the quiet and the feel of each other for a while, sipping our wine in silence. I absently rub at your shoulder and every now and then I can’t help but steal a kiss.

The minutes tick by and gradually the wine gets low in our glasses, finally being finished off with a contented sigh. You set our glasses on the end table and pull me in for a longer, deeper kiss. When we finally break away from each other, I hold you on my lap, one hand resting on your bare thigh where your dress has ridden up, the other around your back while I stroke your neck. We stare into each other's eyes for a long, silent moment before kissing again. My hand makes its way farther up your thigh

while your tongue teases mine, slipping up just to where my fingers can feel the edge of your panties.

You pull back from the kiss for just long enough to breathe, pulling me back in, your mouth needy on mine. The hand I have up your dress slips around to cup your firm ass while I pull you tighter to me. I’m already hard, cock throbbing against my jeans while you subtly grind on me. One of your hands finally drops from around my neck, making its way down with only a brief stop to fondle my pecs before starting to palm my erection through my jeans. You giggle a little when you feel how hard I am, and I nearly come in my pants just from that.

“Eager tonight.” You say with a devilish smirk. I shut you up by pulling you in for another kiss, my hand abandoning your ass so I can rub your pussy through your panties. I can feel you twitch when my fingers tease over your clit and your breath catches in your throat just for a second. My hand comes off your neck to push one strap of your dress down over your shoulder; I’m torn between wanting to get you

naked as fast as possible and wanting to keep teasing you through your panties. Your tongue in my mouth is distracting me a bit too, and I am so hard it hurts.

You take the choice away from me by standing up suddenly, shrugging your other strap off as you do and pulling your dress down until it slides past your hips and pools on the floor. I can see the hint of a damp patch on the front of your panties as you deftly unhook your bra and let it fall to the floor. I can’t help but stare, your gorgeous nipples standing firm on perfect breasts above the sexy tummy and firm thighs you work so hard for in the gym. I absently adjust my erection as you take one step towards me, putting you close enough I can sit forward and take one of your nipples into my mouth.

I reach up to massage your other breast while I tease your nipple with my tongue. My other hand is cupping your pussy, letting my thumb tease your clit through your increasingly wet panties. Your breath starts to get shakier and I can feel little muscle twitches shuddering through your body and finally your hands are on my shoulders, pushing me away, back against the back of the couch where you lean down

to shove your tongue back into my mouth, your hands rubbing at my chest.

You break away and sink to your knees in front of me, hands pulling at my fly greedily. You get the button open and the zipper down and you’re tugging at my pants and boxers together until finally my cock pops free, slapping against your cheek. You grin and laugh and yank my pants the rest of the way off, staring at my erection while it throbs in front of you. “Your dick is so fucking perfect” you breathe, almost too softly to hear.

My cock throbs, a single bead of precum welling up in the tip as you stare. Finally, your tongue darts out, starting at the base and licking me all the way to the end. Then back down. Again. I moan and throb as your tongue plays against the bottom of my tip, my cock bucking. You grin as you look into my eyes, lips dragging along my shaft as your hand comes up to lightly cup my balls. Up and down, licking, teasing with your lips as I squirm. Finally, you take my head into your mouth. Your tongue keeps up its relentless assault as you hollow your cheeks, sucking at me. My hips buck trying to force another inch into that warm, wet embrace, but you stay in control, keeping just the head in your mouth while you torture me with your tongue. My head rolls back as I groan, the pleasure building against your slow pace.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, you sink your mouth down my cock. Millimeter by millimeter, you take me deeper, your tongue never stopping its devilish dance as you claim more and more of my length. Finally, I can feel my tip just nudge the back of your throat and you stop, a faint gag and twitch indicating your limit. You bob up and down a few times, and I am thinking about anything else to keep from flooding

your mouth. You push yourself back to your limit, holding my cock against the entrance to your throat.

And then you push deeper. All the way. The last inch of me slides into your mouth, my tip pressing into your throat. It is so tight, so warm, so much. I nearly cum on the spot. You gag, and pull off, coughing as a single strand of saliva hangs from the tip of my cock to your lips. “Holy fuck” I say, almost breathless. You grin, taking me back into your mouth hungrily.

The pace is different now. You’re not pushing yourself for depth anymore, focusing on taking what you can and moving faster. Your tongue is constantly playing against the underside of my cock as you suck and lick at me, one hand fondling my balls as your other hand slips into your own now soaked panties. I moan, leaning back to stare at the ceiling, trying to hold my orgasm back because I just never want this

to end. You start to moan around my cock as you play with yourself and I can feel myself losing the battle, fast. “I’m gonna cum” I say breathlessly “Oh fuck baby I’m gonna cum.” You pull your mouth off of me with a pop , hand stroking me faster, faster as you grin at me.

“Do it” you say with a wicked grin “cum for me. Cum all over me.” You stroke me faster, harder, grinning up at me while you point my cock at your gorgeous face. With one final groan, I explode. The first rope arcs up perfectly between your eyes, covering the bridge of your nose and splattering into your hair. A second thick strand covers your right cheek and eye, a third splashes over your lips and left cheek. A fourth, stronger shot angles over your nose and forehead, covering one eyebrow even while more cum splashes over your chin and against your neck.

“Oh my God” you say, laughing as you kneel in front of me with what must be half a gallon of cum spilled across your face. Your eyes are closed and you can’t seem to decide if you want to wipe off your lips or your eyes first, a grin covering your cum soaked features as your body shakes with laughter. “This must be your biggest load ever baby.” I’m barely conscious, left in a mild stupor from the power of the orgasm you had just coaxed out of me.

All I can do is stare at you, locking the sight of you on your knees dripping cum into my mind forever. You wipe one eye enough to crack it open, looking at me. I lean forward and pull you into a kiss, deep and passionate, the salty taste of my cum a forgotten afterthought to my need for you. We break apart and laugh together for a moment.

I stand up and walk to the kitchen, grabbing a towel before returning and kneeling next to you. I gently wipe the cum off of you, starting with your eyes and lips before cleaning up your cheeks, chin, and forehead. “I can’t do much for your hair my love.” I say with a sheepish grin “I think you need a shower.” You agree with a grin and pull me into another kiss. We take our time with this one, pulling each other close and just letting our bodies feel each other. Incredibly, I feel myself getting hard again. Before I have time to overthink it, I pull you to your feet briefly before pushing you forward, gently forcing you to kneel on the couch with your hands on the back.

“What are you…” You trail off as I pull your panties down your sexy thighs and off down your calves. I push your knees apart, opening your perfect pussy as you let out a breathy sigh. Bending down, I let my tongue trail all the way along your lips, taking my time to savor the taste of you before I get on my knees and really start to feast. There has never been a more perfect dessert.

I lick and rub and tease at you until I can feel you starting to quiver. I slip two fingers inside you, letting them curl to stroke at you as my tongue laps at your clit. You moan and squirm and I just keep going, unable to get enough. I know you’re close. I slow down, dragging you along the edge of orgasm, until I finally relent and give you what you need, my tongue playing with your clit just so and your orgasm finally comes crashing down on you. Your legs buck and twitch and you moan my name as your hands grip the couch hard enough to turn your knuckles white and I keep my tongue pressed against your pussy as you squirt on my face.

Finally, I feel you coming back to yourself, and I rise to my feet. Your beautiful, quivering pussy is presented perfectly, your back arched as you brace against the back of the couch, breathing hard. I give my rock hard cock one quick stroke, lining myself up, and I slowly, gently push inside you. “Oh fuuuuuuck…” You breathe out as I slowly hilt myself in your glistening pussy, feeling you stretch around me, taking my time.

You look back over your shoulder at me, cum drying in your hair, and grin. I grab your sexy hips as I withdraw, slowly letting my cock drag against every inch of your tight pussy before plunging back in, deep and hard. I set a slow, deep rhythm, making sure with every stroke to fully bury myself inside you. Your moans pick up immediately, starting soft but quickly growing louder and more urgent. “Fuck me….oh my God….Fuck me harder.”

More than happy to oblige, I pick up the pace. Still deep, still deliberate, gripping your hips as I pump in and out of you. Your moans get louder, less coherent, and you start to struggle with holding yourself up against the couch. I let go of your hips, one hand wrapping in your hair to pull your head back, forcing your back to arch even deeper as I speed up again.

The sound of my hips smacking into your athletic ass is loud, but your moans are even louder as I pound you into the couch. You’ve abandoned words entirely now, animalistic noises ripping from your throat, louder and louder as I fuck you harder, pulling your hair, spanking you. You finally scream as you cum again, a noise somewhere between my name and an expletive, and hearing your pleasure is all together too much for me. I slam into you one last time with a roar, cum erupting from my cock buried halfway to your stomach, flooding you.

I hold myself inside you as we both pant, you collapsing into the couch when I release your hair, me trying to stay standing as I catch my breath. Sweat glistens on both our bodies and the smell of sex is thick in the air as I pull my deflating cock out of you, releasing a flood of cum to drip down your thighs, and fall onto my back on the couch next to you. You immediately move to lay on top of me, my arms encircling you as you kiss me. “I love you so much. Oh my God, how are you mine?”

I don’t reply, still a little breathless, so I just kiss you again with a grin and hold you against me. We lie there entwined as our heart rates fall and we cool down, just relishing the feeling of our bodies against each other and luxuriating in the post-orgasmic mood. “I love you more.” I finally say with a smirk.

You bat playfully against my chest with a smirk of your own before standing, stretching your long, toned body elegantly. You look down at yourself with a self conscious smile “I think I really need that shower now.” You give me one more grin as you turn and walk towards our bedroom, and I can tell you’re making sure your hips sway just so.

I pull myself to my feet and stretch with a groan, taking a moment to grab the towel and clean what had managed to make its way to the floor from our various orgasms. I look down at myself, wiping my now half hard cock clean before looking up towards the bedroom with a grin. You’ve always been insatiable.

I posted a while back about my wife (47) and I (46) going to the gym. We got there, and I guess the AC went out because it was pretty hot in there. After a while, she took off her shirt and was just in her sports bra walking and then running on a treadmill, with her DDs bouncing around. I had gone to lift some weights, and when I was done, I went back to the treadmills and saw her walking now with a couple of college kids on a treadmill on each side of her.

I waited for her to finish her cool down and was looking on my phone. We left, and on our way home, I asked her about her two new friends (lol). She told me they told her they were both 21 and in college at the university in town and had invited her to a party! She told her she was married and politely declined, and then they told her, "Bring your husband, too!" I asked her how it felt to get hit on by some college boys. She said they weren't hitting on her and played it off, but after a while, she admitted that it "was nice and they were cute."

A few days later, I went go back to the gym and talked to them, and asked them what they thought of my wife. They tell me they really liked how her tits were just bouncing on the treadmill and that she was sexy. I tell them that we will be at the gym the next night close to closing time and for them to go talk to her again!

We get there the next night and only my wife, me, the two college boys, three other guys, a couple, and two employees. I go to lift some weights, and about 5 minutes later, the college boys go straight to the treadmills to talk to my wife. They all start a workout on the treadmill. I head outside to take a call, and about 20 minutes later, I go back inside. The couple and one of the guys who was there left as I saw then leave when I was outside. All I see are the employees and the two other guys there, with my wife and het two friends nowhere in sight.

I head to the locker room and see my wife on her knees sucking off her friends! I go and talk to the employees, as it is almost closing time, and tell them that my wife is blowing two guys in the locker room! They are stunned when I tell them, but even more so when I ask them if they want to go get blowed too! We head to the locker room and see one guy titty fucking her with the other stroking! I went in first and asked my wife what she was doing. She says, "Hi honey, I was just having a little fun with my new friends!" I tell her I can see that and ask her if she wants to have fun with two more! She says, "Yes, I just got my mouth and titties fucked! Now I need to get fucked, fucked!!"

We all look at each other as she tells us me and the employees to cum to her! She drops to her knees as we all surround her as she starts sucking us all off! We all enjoy her and she takes us all on as we eventually finish over her incredible tits! Her new friends and the employees are amazed and tell her how awesome she is as she heads to the shower to rinse off all the cum off of her. She finishes rinsing off and the guys thank her. She tells them, "You’re welcome! This was fun and we may have to go that again!" The guys are in agreement and one of the employees says that he is the store owner and to just let him know when!!

That would be an incredible fantasy, you think?

I had posted this in parts previously but then got locked out of my account for a bit, but when I returned it was all removed from public eye. I’ve since fixed everything and combined it all into one long story from start to finish. I hope you all enjoy.

At the time of the story we had been married for about 10 years and we had been distancing for a while. We also had been in the middle of purchasing a home and the whole deal fell through after years in the making. That being said, I was in a low place in my life and feeling very alone.

I am a high school teacher and my school loves to make us co-teacher various topics. At the beginning of this particular school year, I got a new co-teacher for the year. We were co-teaching two periods of math, and we had the same prep period, which fell after lunch. As a reference it went 3rd and 4th together, lunch, and then prep. Right away I had noticed my new co-teacher’s appearance when we first met. She seemed to be about my same age, thin, brown, with dark hair and striking eyes. She was about a foot shorter than me and had a very bubbly personality.

At first nothing happened. We just went about our days in a professional manner. I’d catch slight glances and flirty banter. She started coming to lunch with me and my group of coworkers. (We ate in my classroom.) After a few months, my fall season of sports had come to an end and I no longer needed to coach. That left me with too much idle time apparently. The flirting picked up, the living situation at home had become strained and I started feeling low. The attention that I was getting from this co-worker was starting to become a highlight of my day. It was nice to feel seen and even desired. (If only through her gaze) We started talking more and opening up about our individual situations and pasts. I ended up getting her number so we could continue the chats. One day she seemed very stressed and after lunch, when our prep began, I told her “You know what you need?..To get laid.” She blushed and giggled. Her response was playful, “Too bad you can’t help me with that.” I think she was testing the waters.

Later that night I had texted to tell her I may not be able to help physically but I could offer her spicy conversation. She agreed and we started flirting more aggressively via text. We would discuss what turned us on and what we were into. Things progressed from there. Feelings became stronger, thoughts would race from my mind about her during lessons. The attraction grew.

One day we were venting about ours days after lunch in my classroom. It was another stressful day for her. I mentioned what she needed again was to unwind. She gave me that “I know” look. I happened to be pretty close to her thigh at the time. My hand reached over and started to caress up and down her thigh. Her eyes lit up and her breathing quickened. My hands got closer to her inner thigh. She spread her legs apart ever so slightly as if she was melting. I reached her pussy and started to rub (above her panties, but under her skirt. Her legs spread wider and she slid back into her chair. I could tell she was enjoying it. I moved her panties toward the side so that no layer was between us. She was bald down there! (Something I hadn’t experienced with my wife in any of the past ten years) I could feel the warmth and wetness inviting me to go further. My fingers slid between her slit. Three fingers, one down the middle, and a one on either side of her labia. She was so ready. After a little playful time at her clit, two of my fingers slid right into her vagina. The opening was tight and lubricated like I hadn’t known for a while. I finger fucked her until she couldn’t hold the wave that rushed out. The bell was about to ring and we needed to leave in a rush. I didn’t see or talk with her the rest of that day.

I hadn’t stopped thinking about it though. We had crossed a few too many lines and we couldn’t go back now. The next day was normal except for a few knowing glances and smiles. By the time prep rolled around my balls were aching. I had never done anything with another woman up to that point. And here I found myself with a gorgeous lady that looked like she wanted to devour me. When everyone had left and the coast was clear. She got down and her knees right by my desk chair and said “Your turn.” She unzipped my pants and pulled out my already hardened cock. She took no time slowly. She seemed to be on a mission. Both of her hands were on my thighs as her mouth fully surrounded my cock. She started bobbing her head viciously. Obviously she had done this before. She took it like a pro. Not just the tip, she was fully deep throating me. This went on for a few minutes. I couldn’t believe what was happening! Is this co-working really sucking me off right now? I came in her mouth! When she felt it, she shoved her head down further. She wanted all of it, none would be wasted. When she pulled away she swallowed and wiped her mouth. She gave me the biggest smile and told me that we were even. The bell was getting ready to ring again, so time was cut short.

I ended up thinking about those exchanges for a while. That first part happened about a week after Thanksgiving break. Mind you, that we only have three week of school between Thanksgiving and Christmas break. And in the spirit of giving and with Christmas right around the corner, her and I had been texting on Whatsapp (to keep it slightly more secrete) about the upcoming holidays and plans for the break.

At the time of the affair, she was living with her ex-husband and was trying to get out of that situation. They weren’t married, just consolidating expenses until she could find her own place. Which she eventually did short after. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. I knew she was still not being sexually satisfied and that she was way too wound up from the stresses of teaching at a new school with the crazy high school students these days. My thought processes was that she still needed to unwind and relax from time to time. So, I ended up ordering two dildos, and a vibration toy (one that I could control from my phone). I wasn’t sure which sizes, hence why I ordered a variety. I sent them directly to her house.

In class the next day, I let her know I was sending a gift to her house. She looked a little confused but happy and asked what it was. I didn’t tell her. I just winked and told her she’ll find out soon enough.

When they finally arrived, my WhatsApp started blowing up with messages. She seemed surprised, anxious, but excited about the gift. My only request was that I’d get to see her use them at some point. She laughed and agreed. Later that week I got some surprise videos of her in the shower. Seeing her fully naked body for the first time drove me insane. (Side note: I live in California with a lot of Latin influence, I also lived in Brazil for a couple years when I was 19-21. I became very attracted to that sun kissed darker skin. My wife and I are white and not so tan. Haha) my co-worker has that sun kissed darker complexion. She is part Native American with added Latina roots. I was initially drawn to her chest which had a large tattoo across it, just above her breasts. From there, I followed the water running down her body. She is a mother and showed tiger stripes (stretch marks) on her tummy. It was loose, but just skin as you could see her abs underneath. A few more tattoos were here and there around her hips. She was touching herself as she brought the new toy to her lips. After a quick suck, she brought it down to her pussy and inserted the toy. Her head fell backwards as she continued with a rhythm that I tried to match almost unconsciously, not realizing I was already stroking myself. In a way I was living vicariously through the toy I had sent. I can’t tell you how many times I watched those videos the next few nights.

Tension was palpable at work. My mind was racing every day as we taught our math class together. I found myself continuously undressing her with my eyes as she was presenting in front of the class. I could easily picture each tattoo with amazing detail. This went on for the next few days of school. Break was nearing and I was ready to burst after all the teasing and flirting from day to day. We hadn’t done anything during prep since the blowjob that still had my head spinning. Work actually got in the way. (The worst, I know.) but the Friday before break was pretty relaxed everyone was dressed up for the holiday and parties for almost every class. The real fun started just after school though. We both take our jobs seriously, even though this story doesn’t feel like it. But we often would stay late after work and do some prep and organizing and so forth. However, this time I couldn’t take it anymore. I went to her room after school in the guise of collaboration. As I entered the room, I made sure to lock the door behind me. We took our time actually talking about the classes, waiting for the rest of the staff to vacate the school. We didn’t need to take too long as it was now Christmas break and teacher are just as excited to leave as the students. When we felt that know body else was going to bother us, we started in on what we really wanted to discuss.

After some flirty conversation and compliments of her videos, I moved my chair closer to her’s. We started touching each other. Not in a sexual way at first, but in a playful way. It was fun, but we were also on rolling chairs and she ended up slipping out and onto the ground. I found myself on all fours hovering above her as she lay on her back looking up at me. Our eyes were locked! I couldn’t brake my gaze. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I lowered my arms as if to do a push up. I leaned in and kissed her. My body melted closer into hers. We were as close as can be with clothing on. That day she had tight black leggings on (the devil pants haha) I was staring and imagining everything all day as she teased me in those pants during work. Our kissing became more passionate. I found my hands over her chest slowly moving downward toward those leggings. I wanted to feel her warm wet pussy again. My hand went down her pants and began rubbing slowly, rhythmically, matching our lips as we devoured each other. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled back and leaned up. My hand grabbed her waistband at both sides of her hips. I pulled her leggings down to her ankles. She looked at me with carnal arousal. She said “right here? At work?” I bit my lip as I looked at her and nodded.

I unzipped my own pants and pulled out my cock. It was stiff and throbbing already. I lifted her legs toward her chest. I didn’t want to remove all our clothes incase we heard the janitor unlocking the door. With her legs up in the air, us hidden behind her desk away from the door, I rubbed my cock against her wet pussy. Up and down a couple of times before penetrating her small opening. The rush of endorphins that swept over me as I entered her body was unreal. She gasped as with the first thrust. I leaned back in to kiss her as we continued this passionate escapade. After a few minutes of ecstasy I could feel myself getting close to bursting. Maybe it was the tightness of her constructing cervix (something unfamiliar to me after 10 years of marriage) maybe it was how my cock bottom out and couldn’t go in all the way due to her tiny body, or maybe it was the thrill of being at work or potentially getting caught, or the feel of a new body connecting with mine. Either way, my throbbing cock wasn’t going to last much longer. I had no idea that she had an iud in until later down the road, but I wasn’t taking chances today. I pulled out and lifted her shirt up as cum shot out of me and covered her stomach. The sigh of relief as I came over her was audible. I leaned in for another kiss before we began to clean up. I went to grab a tissue as a caught her from the corner of my eye wipe up her stomach with a finger and lick my cum off her hand. It was seductive and invigorating. We cleaned everything up and pulled our pants back up and we fixed our hair and became presentable again. We had to space our exit of the classroom a bit as there are cameras out in the quad watching the doors of the school. This was a great start to a three week Christmas break, dare I say the best start.

For context, we get three weeks during Christmas. All of the events in part 1 and 2 happened between the last week of November and the first couple of weeks of December. Over the break, we didn’t really have contact because of our own obligations with the holidays and travel and family events. When we got back to work, the first few moments were embarrassing in a way. We both couldn’t help but blush. To make things worse, I go to her classroom for our joint math lessons.

Once the students arrived we jumped straight back into teacher mode and went through the 3rd period lesson, but by 4th period my mind began to wander again. We were in the room where we first fucked. I was sitting in the chair behind the desk where we hid our bodies three weeks prior. If the students knew what we did when alone in here, they would have a field day with it. The rumors around the school would be insane.

We finished the lesson and the bell rang. We walked back to my room where we were going to meet our usual group, by now the looks and the flirty had returned and we were “back to normal” if that’s what you call it. Throughout lunch the conversation went as expected. “How was break? What happened?” Meanwhile all I could think about was her. And I think she had a similar experience because the glances were all too telling.

When the bell finally rang and our coworkers went back to their classrooms, she lingered. We obviously had planning to do during our shared prep period. It didn’t take long for her to come in for a kiss, her hands all over me. The hunger in her eyes was visible. I could tell she had been thinking about everything for the entirety of the break.

She quickly dropped down to her knees and unzipped my pants. Even though she seemed to be on a mission, her eyes still lit up as my cock flopped out right by her face. She took no time slobbering all over it. My hand brushed her cheek on the way to comb through her hair. She was in a full head bob by this time as she sped up. My hands now grasped a fist full of her hair as they tugged gently. She looked up with that “YES” in her eyes. I shoved my head closer as my cock went straight to the back of her throat. She kept it there for a bit before coming back off and then slamming her own mouth back over me as far as she could go. I was getting real close, but I didn’t want to end without her getting some pleasure herself. I pulled her off. She seemed surprised until I picked her up off her knees.

I swung her around and bent her over the Kinsey table I have next to my desk. (The place all of my coworkers were just eating lunch at) she seemed so pleased as I pulled her pants down exposing her beautiful ass and wet pussy. I wanted in, I needed in there. I kicked her feet slightly further apart ad I inserted my dick slowly into her slit. Her moan was audible as she felt everything enter her body from another hole. I pounded her against the table. My hands on her hips, her spread over the table bent at the hip balancing on her tip toes. The sensation was incredible! The table wobbles a bit which match the flow of the two of us. The way I could see my cock appear and disappear as I pounded her from behind was a breath taking view.

I felt myself getting closer, I again didn’t want to cum inside of her. I told her I was getting close. She stopped me, flipped back around and got back on her knees. She swallowed me so fast and kept a quick pace. It wasn’t long before I slammed my dick to the back of her throat once again as warm cum burst out of me. She slowly pulled back making sure not to spill any of it. After a big gulp her smile became so wide. The bell was about the ring and we needed to quickly clean up once again. She left me there in awe as she teased and smiled on the way out.

This was mid January and this sort of thing blowjobs, me eating her, is fucking in my room happened another handful of times. All ending with her and a mouthful of cum. During that time I found out she had an iud, which was just about the time my upcoming birthday in February. That was interesting news. My birthday turned out to be a bit more special. Everything happened pretty similarly to what I had just explained, but after the blowjob begin, I had gotten her on her back, pants off and her legs way up in the air above my shoulders. I looked down and my tongue couldn’t help it anymore. I gave a huge lick up and down her crack and pussy. I stayed and circled her clit with my tongue for a bit before inserting in further into her pussy. When I was satisfied with the saturation I began to fucked her hard. It wasn’t long before fun on the ground for a bit, but she wanted a different angle. I’m happy to oblige. We stood up and I turned her around and threw one of her legs up on a table that is just below I window looking out on the toward the blacktop. It was closed but you could see through the slits of the blinds a bit. With her leg up and both of us looking out the window as people walked by, I kept at a fast rhythm. From our texts I knew the iud was there. By the time I was ready to explode, I shoved my dick as far into her gripping pussy as I could go. The cum shot in deep and both of us moaned. A few more pumps and I was drained. She flipped back around as we shared a kiss. Again the bell was about to ring. I was getting real tired of these short sessions. She pulled her pants back up and we get out back together the best we could before the students began the passing period. She texted me later complaining (in the most playful and teasing way) about have to teach with my cum dripping out of her and soaking her panties. I know she enjoyed that though.

So, being fed up with the short 50 minute periods of school and the constant feeling of being rushed or caught, (which makes for its own fun) I started to make some plans as to how we could get more time together.

So, last part ended with some great birthday sex when my coworker let me cum deep inside of her pussy. As magical as it felt, it still felt rushed and I started making a plan to sneak her away so that we could have more time alone.
If you remember from part 1 I think it was, I had mentioned my living situation had change and we were moving houses. Well, I had this empty house that needed to get cleaned and prepared to be ready to move into. It was my uncles place. He was moving out of country for a year or two and knew that we needed a place and asked if we would move into his place while he was gone. We agreed but it needed some things done before it was ready for my family.

That is where I could make this happen without drawing too much attention. I had been going over there and working on the place a couple times a week. One of those nights, when I was chatting via text with this other woman, I told her that she should just come over because I was working by myself in the empty house. She agreed and promptly made her way over. It was dark out (later in the evening) and she looked like she had just gotten out of the shower. She was in small shorts, but had a sweatshirt on. She kept calling me crazy and appeared to be nervous that we were going to get caught.

I wasn’t too worried about being seen. The house sits back a dirt driveway about a 100 yards. It is surrounded by orchards. Peaches, walnuts, and prunes. The sky was clear that night and the moon made it rather visible to an extent.

We ended up making out for a bit in the drive way. She was looking around taking all of the sights in around her. She confessed that it felt a bit spooky and it matched some of the scenes described in a spicy book she was reading. The book had a protagonist being chased in a forest and the forced to do things against her will. The book was borderline bondage and torture but to a less extent. She admitted that the thrill of danger and choking turned her on. I asked her if she had ever lived a scenario like that and she said no. So I proposed that we try it. I’d give her a head start then I’d have to find and chase her through the orchard. She was hesitant at first, but then bolted and giggled. I shouted after her, is a still hushed shout. “I catch you, I fuck you!” After she got a bit further I took off after her. I’d get close and she’d turn around by a tree. I’d have her in my arms and then let her go on purpose just so the chase could continue. I’d spank her ass when I got close and she’d laugh.

Eventually I got ahold of her and didn’t let go this time. I had her from behind, my left arm wrapped around her waste, my right arm over her chest with my right hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing gently. I whispered that she couldn’t hide from me. And that now she’d have to pay. My left hand easily slipped down her shorts and I felt how wet she already was. After a bit of hand play while I choked her a bit, I forced her to bend over with my right arm as I pulled her shorts down just enough with my left.

I pulled my cock out and stuck it in her from behind. We were there in the orchard with out junk hanging out in the cold. Her pussy felt so warm in comparison. I sank my dick in back and forth. She moaned and yelled “Fuck!” After a few more pumps of pure enjoyment, I decided to flip her around and then after a kiss, I pushed her shoulders down as she lowered to her knees. She began going at it sucking my cock like there was like her life depended on it. It felt amazing being out there knowing anyone could be driving by. I pulled her back up and put my hand back around her throat as I kissed her again. We pulled our clothes back up as we headed back inside.

There wasn’t much in the house. New carpet in the living room, one recliner, the new cabinet that had been putting together and an inversion table that my uncle left. (For those of you who are unfamiliar it is a device that decompresses your spine by strapping your ankles in and then flipping you on your head as you hang from your ankles.) The moment I saw it, I got the idea. I had asked her if she had ever tried one and she said no. So I started adjusting it to her height, she climbed in and I secured her ankles. Once she was ready, I flipped it upside down. The shorts she had on were short and loose. When she turn upside down, her panties were exposed. See through lace that left nothing to the imagination. I couldn’t help it. I needed a taste. I moved the lace off to the side and began to devour her pussy with my mouth and tongue. I hadn’t realized it until it happened, but my cock was right where her head was. She pulled it out and began to suck the life out of me. We were doing a vertical 69. I can’t imagine how much blood was rushing to her head, but it didn’t stop her at all. We just kept eating each other. Her pussy getting more and more wet as my tongue circles her clit and then would plunge in between her perfect slit.

When I was nervous she was going to pass out from being upside down too long, I flipped her back over and undid her ankle clamps. She nearly tackled me coming off the table. Both of us landing on the new carpet. She pulled the rest of my clothes off and then I removed her’s. I was laying flat on my back now fully exposed with her riding my dick in full force. Watching her thrust her hips over and over on top of me was exhilarating. Occasionally, she’d lean in to kiss me or I’d play with her breasts, but she just kept grinding. I knew I was getting close but didn’t want it to end. So, I picked her up by the thighs and lifted her onto my face. This gave my dick a break and allowed me to not cum before I wanted, but also continued to pleasure her, let alone giving me another taste of all her juices.

After a time I rolled her over onto her back as I fucked her missionary style. This had been a wonderful playground for the night and we were able to spread this across 2 hours or so. She came multiple times throughout, and as I was finally ready to explode, no longer wanting to edge but finally release it. I picked up the pace watching my dick go in and out, feeling her tighten with each forward motion. She was more shallow than my wife. Smaller in a few regards. My cock would hit her g-spot much sooner than if I was with my wife. It’s hard to describe that sensation of being with a different woman. Similar results, but different in many aspects. I thrust hard and deep sinking in as far as I could reach before the cum burst out and found its way to the back of her pussy. It was a feeling I still think about. The whole night had been raw passion. Animalistic in nature and ferocious by design.

From here on out, our meetings together picked up. One night we just drove out to the middle of nowhere where and fucked under the stars. On another occasion I had canceled my team’s tennis practice so that I could use that time to go and fuck her in the broad day light out by the river.

Eventually she did move out of her ex’s place and into her own. She shared custody of her kids and during the weeks when her kids were away, we would use her place as a meet up spot. We’d fuck right there in the living room in front of the mirror, or while we were in the shower. I found the toys from earlier one time and we played with those. I even noticed a cute little butt plug that she had. This was new information for me. We used that for a bit before I put her on all fours and fucked her doggy style right in her ass. This unlocked a new kink for us. I told her to wear it to school in the next few days. There was something about knowing your coworker wore a butt plug all morning as she taught classes, just so I could fuck her ass after lunch.

On a few occasions after we had a great sex session, I’d go home to my wife who was also horny that day and fuck her too, knowing that the dried pussy juices of my side lover were still on my dick. Two women in the same day was a huge turn on.

Needless to say we became close and we had an ongoing thing all school year long not going more than a couple days between encounters.

Eventually it ended because feelings were getting too strong and I didn’t want to leave my wife and start all of the drama with a both families and work all involved. We fucked one last time on the last day of the school year, back at her place.

Later that summer she told me that she swore off men. She has since met a lady. Started dating her and that lady even moved in. We no longer got to co-teach together as the schedules and needs of the school changed. But I still walk by her classroom and remember it all. It was a wild ride full of passion and secrecy. The connection was vibrant and deep. In another life, we could’ve met earlier and things might have gone differently. But it was an enjoyable time.

I hope you enjoyed it. I guess I could’ve split some of those other meetings into another part, but I feel like this is sufficient. I hope all of you (us) perverts enjoyed it. I know I had a good time writing it and remembering.

A fortnight had already passed since the abbess had given Sister Joanna the task to deliver food to the occupant of the seventh cell in the disused west wing of the abbey. Twice a day, once just before the midday sun, and once more just after the bell was rung for the night, she had brought the bowl of simple oat porridge and a cup of water and slid them through the hatch in the middle of the cell’s wrought-iron door. For two weeks, neither courier nor the seeming prisoner has spoken a word; Joanna had been instructed never to speak to the one behind the door, and the other seemed to have no interest in conversation.

On the fifteenth night of her labors, Joanna passed through the heavy oak doors that separated the west wing from the main body of the abbey. With a reverberating echo it shut behind her, sealing her inside the long hallway that was the only enclosed part of the wing itself. The west wing had sat unfinished for years even before Joanna had been sent to the abbey; all that she had been able to learn in the past two years was that it had been a project of the former abbess, one that had died with her.

The hallway itself was kept thankfully lit, by whom Joanna did not know. Sconces in the walls on both sides shone, casting the path in alternating shades of light and shadow. Between each set of sconces were the cells; all but the second to last of the eight rooms lacked the banded wooden door that hers and the others’ small rooms had in the eastern side dormitories. The only room to have a furnished door was different still; the door was not made of the same oak as all the others throughout the abbey, but was made of riveted and brazed, cold, wrought iron, the only breaks in the surface being the handle and the hatch Joanna used to pass the tray through.

She kept her feet steady as she navigated the often treacherous path of unfinished stone that served as the floor.

It had taken only a few days of this duty for her to stop gasping and shrinking at every creak and moan of the half-finished building, but Joanna still could not stop darting her eyes in the dark corners of each cell as she passed, as if anticipating the time that she would be met by the golden eyes of some fair-figured succubus, eager to finish what Joanna had started with the—

“Stop it!” she hissed to herself.

She quickened her pace, setting the tray and its contents rattling. It was her duty to deliver the food and leave, not to stare slack-jawed like a blushing virgin at something that didn’t exist. Regardless of how she came to this abbey, she was responsible for a life of prayer and service to the Gods.

That was a pretty little lie that she liked to tell herself; it provided little comfort in the cold of the night, as she huddled alone in her cramped cell.

Stopping short of the cell door, Joanna leaned on the rough-hewn wall to gather herself. Old pains were just a fact of life, at least that’s what the Superiors said, best to just finish here so she could get back to her room; where she could feel as sorry for herself as she wanted.

A muffled cry broke her thoughts as Joanna knelt to open the small entrance in the door. It had come from inside the sealed room, made faint by the imposition of the iron door, but still painfully female, and drenched in the release of desire. The last time she had heard a sound like that from another woman had been before she had been abandoned at the steps of the abbey two years ago.

Pushing the hatch open, she hesitated for a second. “Excuse me, are you alright?”

The room beyond was silent for a few moments, making Joanna wonder if she had said the words at all.

“Yes, I am quite well.” The voice was a warm contralto, edged with a ragged huskiness. “My apologies if I startled you, I didn’t expect...” she coughed delicately. “I must have lost track of the time.”

Joanna had to swallow to try and enforce a measure of restraint on her voice. “I am the one who should apologize. The evening meal was late and thus your own is tardy.” She lifted the tray of food into the slot in the door. Whoever was behind it pulled it all the way into the room.

“Your voice is unfamiliar to me,” the woman behind the door said. “If I may ask, how long have you been with us?”

Was this woman a fellow sister? Joanna had seen her sisters given penance duty, but never so long as to not recognize any of the others.

“I have been here two years since I was made to take the veil.”

“I see, has it been so long already...”

Joanna chanced a question. “How long have you been in there?”

Another pause.

“Both too long, and not long enough I fear,” she whispered back. “Could you do me a kindness? It has been very long since I had pleasant company, would you sit with me for a time?”

The evening bell had rung long before Joanna had even picked up her tray from the kitchen, and all knew where her duty took her. Where was the harm in taking a spell to rest?

“I will.” She rested her back against the door, feeling the cold eat its way through the fabric of habit and the shift beneath.

“May I know the name of my provider?” the voice said with a hint of mirth. “It would be most impolite if I could not thank her properly.”

“Joanna, is what I am called.”

“Well, my sweet Joanna, I am most grateful for the bounties you bring each day and night.”

How was it that three words were able to re-ignite what Joanna had so carefully doused every day for two years; hearing them now, the door was not so cold, nor the floor so rough.

“I...” Her words caught. “I am doing my duty given to me by the abbess.”

Her rich laughter echoed down the hall. “Duty, in your mouth has the ring of poison.”

How could it not? Years of fetch and carry, of discipline, punishment, and denial, had all been so Joanna could do her duty: To the Gods, to the abbey, to her family.

The woman continued. “Forgive me, but what disaster struck you such that a life of prayer and communion was the only recourse?”

“No such thing happened to me, only to my family.”

“Oh? Poor fortunes that were sought to be dispelled by giving one to the holy orders?”

“If, in such, I was the poor fortune.”

The woman paused again, as if to let Joanna’s words settle in the space between them. Without thinking, Joanna continued.

“I had the misfortune of being caught in a dalliance, in a way that could not be denied truthfully.”

“Surely, marriage would have been more agreeable than the cloth?”

Such a notion drew a quiet bark of derision from Joanna. “It is a hard match to sell when one is a noble daughter and the other a kitchen maid.”

“We do not choose who we give our love to; would that others understood that...” The woman in the cell drew a long breath. “I fear I have kept you long enough, sweet Joanna, I await your next offering with great anticipation.”

The hatch in the door swung closed with a ring. The long stone walk back to the oaken doors had never felt quite as long to Joanna.

---

The woman had been silent once more when Joanna had brought the noontime tray, still laden with the same mess of oats and water.

This day passed quickly under the mid-autumn sun. Joanna and the other younger initiates had been excused from their chores inside the abbey, only to find themselves spending the rest of the day bent double pulling weeds and dying annuals from the abbey’s garden. The only solace was the allowance to remove the heavier outer fabric of their habits against the still hot sun.

Ever since her discussion with the woman in the cell, Joanna had found it harder to concentrate on her here and now; her every attempt faltering under the glimpses of hair tucked behind wimples, and fleeting views of smooth arms and dexterous fingers plying the earth.

For the first time, the traditional morning prayers of mercy and deliverance seemed to be answered as they were called for the evening meal in the refectory. All were once more hidden beneath heavy wool and starched linen, to Joanna’s relief and frustration.

Supper was held in the customary silence. Vegetables in broth, the remainder of the midday bread and watered-down wine made for a poor reward for a day’s worth of gardening. For the first time, she was almost jealous of the simple but hardier fare she delivered each day and night. Appetite ruined, she looked around; all eyes were either on bowls or spoons. And so there were none to see her slip the last thick slice of dry bread into the sleeve of her habit.

The day held one last surprise for her at its end: The tray carried not the usual oat gruel, but a bowl of the same disappointing watery soup inflicted on them that evening. The senior sister on cookery duty had mumbled something about rats in the granary before shoving the tray into Joanna’s hands. She perched the slightly stale piece of bread on the lip of the earthenware bowl, as she made the long walk to the woman’s door.

---

To her eyes, the long dark of the west wing was not so dark anymore. No flitting shadows threatened to hide baleful eyes in each cell; even the floor felt surer and less prone to treachery.

As Joanna neared the iron cell door, she kept her ears open for any sign or signal from the woman, hopeful for another one of her cries, or even just a word.

Nothing came as she knelt, slid the hatch down, and placed the tray inside the slot.

She was about to stand and start the walk back when a sputtering cough came from behind the door.

“Pray tell, did they give you this in honest faith?” the voice coughed several more times. “The bread at least makes it somewhat more palatable. For which, I believe I should thank you, my sweet Joanna.”

Those three words had Joanna settling against the wall again, only realizing what she had done when the cool of the stone prickled at her back.

“T-the cook said there had been an issue with rats in the granary, so they gave you what the rest of us ate earlier.”

A soft sigh came from the hatch. “Perhaps next time they could at least warm it by the oven? Nothing quenches anticipation quite like tepid broth.”

Joanna stifled a giggle. She would surely be nursing a ladle-sized bruise if she said that to the cook herself.

“Would you sit with me again? I very much missed your company over the long hours of the day.”

“I came as I always do, at midday.”

Joanna was becoming accustomed now to the long pauses from her companion, as if every word was of great import to her.

“I...” the woman started. “Am... indisposed during most of the day. Much time passes then that I cannot recall. I am sorry, it was not my intent to give offense.”

Relaxing against the wall, Joanna let out her held breath. “I told you of my coming to the abbey, and the reasons for it. Could you answer a like question?”

“I have little liberty to say how I came to be interred here,” the voice began. “Though I may tell how long I have been here, that much is fair.”

“And how long has it been?”

“To my reckoning, ill as it is, tomorrow will mark the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh year since I was placed in this room.”

“So long? What could you have done that warrants such a penance?”

“...Was nothing done by my hand, only by circumstance and the deeds of others.”

Joanna sighed as she let her head fall back to the rough wall. All her companion had were secrets, it seemed.

“Did you love her? Your dalliance.”

It was Joanna’s turn to pause and choose her next words carefully. “As much as two women of nineteen years could, I suppose. The days of a kitchen maid are not fraught with opportunities for courtship, so we would steal what time we could.”

“And in one of those moments...?”

“In one of those moments I was caught, um—“ There was no graceful or polite description of what, exactly they had been caught doing in that moment.

A sound, almost like a purr, came from behind the door. “In flagrante delicto? How fun.”

Joanna’s face burned. Fun was not how she would have described trying to explain why her head had been found beneath the kitchen help’s skirt. Even now that memory haunted her nightly dreams; sometimes it was simply recollection, others the maid, Annette, was replaced by golden eyes staring down at her, as the now taloned hands pushed her closer.

“Joanna?” The voice lacked the wickedness in her last words. “I am sorry, I—“

“There is nothing to forgive,” Joanna said, more hurriedly than she meant to. “I suppose it is not an easy thing to understand.”

“I think you will find that I do, more than you may believe.” Her voice came through softly.

Joanna could not suppress the hope in her next words. “Do you...?”

“Indeed.”

“Is that...?”

The voice chuckled warmly again. “Gods no, besides I do not think the Gods have the time nor inclination to pass judgment on us, our fellow man is a different tale, but my... preferences are not why I am here.”

Moments passed.

“Before you leave, may I ask another favor?” the woman said finally.

“Of course.”

“May I see you?”

Swallowing again, Joanna shuffled forward towards the open slot in the door, wincing as her knees caught on the stones beneath her. She stopped with her face a scant few inches from the darkness beyond. “I am here.”

Joanna heard the scrape and ruffle of coarse fabric behind the door. “Thank you.” A set of fingers, alabaster white, settled onto the lip of the slot.

And close to the door, nearly as close as Joanna was to it herself, a pair of golden eyes—flecked with bright green—opened and looked into hers.

Breath caught in her throat; Joanna could only stare into them dumbly, trying to ignore how they pitted mind against body. One wanted desperately to scream, to run, to escape; the other could not believe the beauty in front of her and longed to caress the fingers so wantonly displayed.

What frightened her most was that she could not understand which was which.

The eyes and fingers disappeared. “Good night, dear Joanna.”

Joanna had closed the hatch before she had found the voice to answer. “Good night.”

---

Night did not come easily. Specters of golden-eyed temptresses were behind every shadow in Joanna’s cramped cell. Sleep was no respite either; the eyes followed her every time her eyes closed.

Throwing off the rough-spun wool of her blanket, she lay there for some moments, staring up at the implacable stone of the ceiling.

“Damn it all!” she hissed. Why now, after years of trying to be the good little nun; years of trying to forget, of burying. How was it that some fingers, eyes, and a few sweet words were enough to have her fall back to the beginning?

She tossed and turned, grimacing at the feel of her linen shift sticking to sweat soaked skin. With a huff and a pull, she ripped the flimsy garment over her head and flung it into the far corner of the room, knocking over the small basin of washing-up water that she kept there.

“Damn you, and damn her, and damn this damned place!”

Tears pricked at her eyes. Old pains were just a fact of life, were they not?

“Damn it all...”

Her hand trailed the length of her bare thigh. If old pains were a constant, what could old pleasures be?

Closing her eyes, she tried to picture Annette as she was, but found that she couldn’t even remember what color her eyes were, the shade of brown and shape of her hair, the taste of her skin. The more she dug at her memories the further the woman she knew slipped away; how tall was she? What did her voice sound like when Joanna touched her?

What came unbidden, was the extreme pallor, and green-flecked eyes of the woman in the cell. In her mind, it was not her own hand that parted her legs, fingers grazing through the soft patch of hair to slip over the wet lips. It was not even fingers that teased, but the sweet tongue that had haunted her.

The tongue pressed inside, only by biting a knuckle did she stop from waking every sister in the east wing. She did not need to look down between her thighs to see the radiant eyes staring.

Boom.

Joanna bolted upright, as a cascade of thunder descended on the abbey.

Boom.

The thunder mixed with the clanging peal of the abbey’s bell marking the midnight hour.

Already she heard the harsh call of the night proctor quelling the shouts and exclamations of the others roused from their sleep, and fell back on the hard mattress. All thoughts of golden eyes, and probing tongues fell away, and fitful, uneasy, sleep came at last.

---

Joanna woke to a hard, reverberating strike to the outside of her door.

“Wake, sister! Lest you miss morning prayer!” the morning proctor shouted.

“I am awake, I shall be down presently!”

There was no answer. The proctor never responded.

The storm outside had lessened to a dull roar, occasionally punctuated by the bright stab of lightning and the accompanying crash of thunder. Still naked, Joanna pulled both layers of her habit over her head, not bothering with the shift in the corner. She would have to make some excuse for it later, no doubt. Pinning her long curly hair behind coif and wimple, she stepped into her simple black shoes and walked out the door.

The abbess rushed through the morning’s prayers, so that she could deliver instructions to all sisters who were not engaged in necessary works, that they were to remain in their cells while the storm continued, and that they would fast until the evening meal.

Duty bound as she was, Joanna stayed in her cell, reading and contemplating the words of the Gods until her eyes could not read, and her mind could not contemplate. She slumped against the rough wood of the small corner desk and let sleep overcome her. No summons came to send her on her appointed task.

The harsh sound of metal striking metal jolted her from sleep.

“Your supper!” the cook boomed through her door.

Opening the door, she found a simple metal tray, laden with a bowl of simple oat porridge, and a cup of water, both made of simple brown stoneware. Taking it, she dropped it on top of her opened prayer book.

Joanna stared at the simple meal, almost as if wondering if she could eat it.

“There’s no spoon.”

There hadn’t been a spoon with the identical trays of identical food that she had given to the woman in the cell; but surely someone held like that would have their own. She continued to stare at the tray, and barely noticed the shock and crash of thunder outside.

The evening bell rang as she still refused to touch the meal. For a reason that could not be explained, Joanna felt that it wasn’t right for her to, that it wasn’t hers. With no midday dinner, there would have been no one to bring the woman her food, and Joanna doubted that the cook would have been bothered to prepare a second tray just for a woman no one else seemed to care for.

Forgoing her shoes, she opened the door to her cell as quietly as the ancient hinges would allow. The hall of the east wing was cleared of others at this hour, no doubt by order of the abbess.

Not stopping to second guess her choice, she took the tray from its resting place and stepped through her door, not bothering to close it behind her.

She met no others on the way to the west wing entrance, and none would have heard past the rage of the storm outside. Pushing her way past the heavy oak doors, the entire hallway of the west wing was dark: No sconces were lit, and no torches blazed. Despite her experience and caution, her foot caught on a raised piece of stone, sending her stumbling into the wall, and filling the dark path with the sound of a metal tray meeting rock.

“Who is there?” A raised voice came from deeper into the gloom. It was the woman behind the door.

“It is only I.” Joanna said, reaching the black iron door separating them. “I have brought your supper.”

“Have you now?” The voice came almost strained, as if through gritted teeth. “I would have thought that a good sister would do her duty, as ordered.”

“Do the Gods not say that our highest duty is to those who require aid?” Joanna quoted.

A laugh. “They do indeed, but who is to say that I require aid?”

“I doubt that you received your dinner; that is cause enough.” Joanna opened the hatch and slid the tray through.

Another barking laugh. “No one can doubt that you learned your scripture, can they?”

Joanna heard the scrape of tin against stone, and a rustle of fabric near to the slit in the door. The pallid hands of the woman appeared through the opening, palms up.

“Please take my hands,” the woman said.

Kneeling, Joanna did as she was bidden. The woman’s hands, despite their deathly whiteness, were almost burning to the touch. Their fingers closed over Joanna’s with almost unbreakable strength.

“Time is not and has never been my ally, but tonight it is my jailer, more than this cell ever was.”

“I-I don’t understand...”

“You will, I promise you that you will. I must ask several things of you, all are important.” She paused. “Do you want to kiss me?”

The thought made Joanna stir beneath the harsh fabric of her habit. “...Yes.”

The hands squeezed softly, and the fingers moved to entwine with hers. “Do you wish to play the part of the kitchen maid?”

“Yes.” Visions of gold eyes that stared up at her filled her mind.

“Will you give yourself to me? Only for the night, and I will promise, on the life I bear, that I will not allow any harm to come to you, from myself or others.” The voice had become thinner and more strained with each word.

“I-I...”

“Please!” The woman’s hands squeezed harder. “Yes or no, Joanna.”

Swallowing, Joanna made her decision. “Yes.”

“Then open the door, dear, sweet, Joanna.” The woman sounded like a heavy weight had suddenly been removed, and the grip slackened.

“It’s locked.”

“Not from your side.” And the hand released Joanna.

Rising, she reached for the handle of the door in front of her. The instant her fingers caressed the cool metal, the door clicked open and swung inward.

Lit by a single sconce on the right wall, the room inside was nothing like the barren cells to either side of it. Where those were hewn stone and bare rock, this was finished paneled wood, and soft rugs carpeting the floor. There was no bed inside, only a plush bench that ran the length of the wall directly across from the doorway. No one greeted her as the door completed its arc.

Holding her head high, Joanna took the few steps needed to bring her over the threshold into the room.

“Where are—“ she began to ask, stopping as something wrapped its arms around her shoulders and waist, pulling her into its soft embrace.

“I am here,” the woman whispered in her ear. “There’s nothing here but us.”

The door behind her clanged shut, making Joanna push deeper into the body behind her, digging the coarse wool of her habit into her goosebumped skin.

Not moving, the woman spoke, “Is this what you want?”

Without saying a word, Joanna reached up and tugged the coif and wimple off and over her head, the pins being dragged out with them, sending her hair tumbling across one shoulder. The feeling of something warm, wet, and soft closed over the exposed side of her neck, sucking at her skin reverently.

The hand around her shoulder moved slowly, pressing lightly as if to not irritate Joanna’s skin with the habit. Each finger circled the top of her breast, tantalizingly close to the peak of her nipple.

At her neck, the mouth released to whisper, “Do you want me to take this off for you?” The fingers closed on her nipple, just hard enough to draw a gasp, and they released just as quickly.

Joanna tried to say yes, but all that came out was a pathetic rush of air; it was all she could manage to nod.

Immediately, both of the hands holding her began to push down each side of her body, while the lips returned to roam across her neck. The fingers stopped at the level of her thighs, grabbing both layers of fabric at once, before dragging the habit up, inch by inch exposing bare skin to the chilled air.

Agonizing moments passed as the clothes were brought slowly over the swell of her chest and flare of her shoulders. Finally, they landed in a rough-spun heap at Joanna’s feet.

“I-t’s cold...” she complained.

“Let me help.” The hands returned, banishing the cold every place they touched with their heat.

Now that there was nothing between them, the woman behind her felt as if she wore only spun linen. There was no rough wool or starch to scratch at Joanna’s flesh.

Ten strikes of the abbey bell pealed, briefly overpowering the rumble of the storm. The woman stiffened at each ring.

“The night goes ever on and on...” she whispered, pushing Joanna away slightly. “It appears our lot is to never fully enjoy ourselves, doesn’t it? Turn around, my sweet Joanna.”

She did, her breath catching.

The scarce light coming from the sconce did little to illuminate the woman in front of her. A simple natural-colored linen dress covered her tall and full-figured body. For one who had seemingly subsisted on nothing but oats and water she seemed entirely healthy, her hips and chest were proud and her limbs showed no sign of diminishing. No coif or wimple covered her short, curly, auburn hair. Her eyes remained the luminous gold—shot through with bright green—that Joanna had seen last night.

“Why did you hide from me?”

The woman took a single step forward, deeper into the light. Something turned around her, a shadow that at once pressed against and was pushed out from her. It was at her extremities where it became clearer: at each finger it coalesced into sharp talons of shadowstuff, and at her head, nearly invisible, two swept back horns followed the curve of her scalp.

“This is why I hide, why I am here instead of above with the others.” she said.

Joanna barely heard her; her eyes darted between the woman’s hands and her horns. Almost as if in a dream, she took a step forward, nearly colliding with the other woman, and reached a hand to where the horns lay. It passed through to land amid the mass of curls.

“You still have not given what you promised,” Joanna whispered.

“You are right, I have been remiss, have I not?” The woman smiled back, and brought her hands to cup and raise Joanna’s chin.

The lips that pressed against Joanna’s tasted of salt, peat, and heat. She decided that if the Gods only let her kiss another woman once more in her life, it would be enough that it was this one. Her hand dropped to the woman’s shoulder, trailing lower, as she waited to be stopped. She was not, and her palm filled with the woman’s breast.

In response, the woman wrapped a long arm around the small of Joanna’s back, pulling the smaller woman closer.

Joanna pulled away slightly. “I know not your name...”

“Adrienne, simply Adrienne.” She released Joanna. “My affliction has few benefits, but—“ Her brow furrowed as the darkness around one index finger deepened, becoming almost solid. She dragged the finger down the front of her dress. It split as Adrienne’s talon finished its path. With a shrug, the now ruined dress joined the habit on the rug.

If the heat of her hands had been intense, then the feeling of Adrienne’s naked body pressed into Joanna’s was almost scalding. The woman’s hands found Joanna’s breasts once again, spreading their warmth further across her.

Adrienne’s tongue found the seam of her lips and waited a scant moment before pressing through. Firm and gentle sucks became harder, harsher, until Adrienne’s teeth closed tight on Joanna’s bottom lip, drawing a wince from her.

As if a spell had been broken, Adrienne’s hands flew to Joanna’s cheeks, and the harsh assault became a flurry of soft pecking kisses.

“I...!” she could barely speak while continuing to rain small kisses down on Joanna.

Reaching out, Joanna mirrored the hands on her own cheeks. “I am unharmed, merely surprised, Adrienne.”

Adrienne’s breathing slowed. “I promised that nothing—“

“And nothing has. Now come, you have other promises to fulfill.” Joanna turned and took a hand, dragging them both towards the plush bench on the far wall.

Taking the few steps needed to reach the bench, Joanna threw herself onto the upholstered seat, letting her legs splay to show what she had decided to give.

Joanna was not scrawny; the constant labor of the abbey’s upkeep had given her a strong frame upon which to hang her modest attributes. Annette in particular had lavished attention both physical and complimentary on her thighs, even when they should have been lavishing what lay between them. Adrienne did not; her eyes never drifted from Joanna’s own, even as she displayed herself.

Placing herself over the reclining woman, Adrienne lowered her head so that every word spoken would nip at Joanna’s ear. “Would that we had all the time of the world itself.” As she spoke her hand cupped between Joanna’s thighs, softly petting the damp flesh.

A finger pressed between Joanna’s lips, carefully mapping every ridge and valley inside her. The mapping became a rhythmic cycle of press and release, centered on her uppermost ceiling.

After a few moments, Joanna’s voice started to join with the thunder outside. Adrienne began to slow her movements, pressing lighter and lighter, dragging choked mewls from the woman below her.

One of Joanna’s hands pressed into Adrienne’s inner thigh, groping blindly. Pausing, she brought the errant limb against her own hairless mound, rubbing it in circles.

“The night we first spoke, do you know what I was doing?” she whispered in Joanna’s ear again.

Joanna nodded, still groaning in time with Adrienne’s finger.

“Show me.” Adrienne pressed two of the captured hand’s fingers against her entrance, their pads slipping easily inside.

Adrienne clenched as Joanna curled both fingers and started rocking them slowly.

“Gods above! Your maid was a lucky woman.”

Before long, Adrienne’s finger had ceased its movements entirely, the older woman being solely concentrated on rocking her hips in time with the fingers inside her. Her moans were swallowed by her greedy kisses.

One last push and Joanna was rewarded by a shiver that ran through every muscle in Adrienne’s body and the same sweet cry that she had heard that night.

“...Perhaps it is for the best that you took the veil...” Adrienne panted. “No woman in the kingdoms would be safe if you were left to your own counsel... but you are not the only one with talents.” With soft bites and kisses she trailed her way down, kneeling as she reached the curly patch of brown hair that topped Joanna’s mound.

The first touch of her tongue made Joanna nearly arch from the bench. Its heat left trails of fire everywhere it ran. The first touches were gentle, probing, finding each spot on her lips that brought the keenest cries. Both of Joanna’s hands were soon nestled deep in Adrienne’s soft red curls, pushing the woman deeper.

Adrienne’s lips sealed around her bud, tongue starting a slow but determined lashing. In the same rhythm as her finger previously, her lips began to suck and release. By now Joanna was convinced that even if the abbess herself walked through that door, she would not care.

When Adrienne added her fingers, Joanna would have told the Gods themselves to wait outside.

“Adrie—I...!”

“Look at me.” Adrienne’s voice was in a deeper register than it had ever been.

Opening her eyes, Joanna looked down at the woman wrapped between her legs. Golden eyes met hers, horns of bone crowned her head, and it was as if the lake of fire itself moved beneath her skin. There was no sight she could imagine more captivating; gently, she caressed the hard bone of Adrienne’s horns. “Please... do not stop.”

Withdrawing her fingers, Adrienne took one long, laborious lap that started from the bottom and seemed to trace every available inch, inside and out, stopping at her crest to give one last suck that pushed Joanna over the edge. Her nails dug into hair and horn, arms, hands, and legs tensed, pulling the mouth tighter, prolonging the torment.

Joanna’s vision blurred; she had not eaten since the watery soup the last night; that perhaps may have been in error. Before she lapsed fully, she caught a last glimpse of Adrienne, tussled hair unbroken by curled horns, looking up at her with bright green eyes.

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Joanna had no way to tell how much time had passed; all she could remember were strong arms, and the scratch of rough-spun wool against her face.

She thought she heard the voice of the night proctor at one point.

“—Superior!” was all she could make out before another, contralto, voice hushed them softly.

Hard mattress replaced soft arms and she reached out, grasping instinctively. The same voice cooed and shushed her.

The last thing she knew before sleep took her fully was the feeling of another’s lips on hers and the words.

“You have my thanks, my sweet Joanna.”

​

Later that same day she texts you from a coffee shop two blocks from the hotel:

“I can’t stop thinking about this morning. Meet me here. I need to see you in public while I’m still full of you.”

You find her at a small corner table near the window. She’s wearing a soft gray sweater dress that ends mid-thigh, hair down, wedding ring catching the light every time she lifts her cup. When you sit across from her she gives you a look that’s half affection, half pure trouble.

“People can see us,” she murmurs, voice low. “Anyone who knows me could walk by.”

“I know.” You hold her gaze. “Does that scare you… or turn you on?”

A slow flush rises on her cheeks. “Both. Definitely both.”

She slides her foot against yours under the table, then higher, until her bare toes press against your cock through your jeans. She’s not wearing shoes, she slipped them off. You feel her wiggling slightly, teasing.

“I left the hotel still wet from you,” she admits quietly. “Every time I move I can feel it. And the idea that someone might notice how flushed I am… fuck.”

You lean in just enough that only she can hear. “Stand up. Go to the bathroom. Leave the door unlocked.”

Her eyes darken. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious. And if someone walks in…”

She bites her lip, already breathing faster. “We’ll both get caught.”

“Exactly.”

She stands, legs a little unsteady, and walks toward the narrow hallway at the back of the shop. You wait thirty seconds, then follow.

The single bathroom is small, one toilet, one sink, no window. She leaves the door cracked. The second you step inside she pulls you in by the shirt and locks it with a shaky hand, then immediately unlocks it again.

“Leave it open,” she whispers, almost feverish. “I want the risk.”

You spin her around, bend her over the sink, and shove the sweater dress up. No panties again. She’s soaked, just like she said. You free your cock and push into her in one hard thrust. She gasps, hands flying to the mirror to brace herself.

“Quiet,” you warn, but your own voice is rough with the same adrenaline she’s feeling.

You fuck her hard and fast, the wet slap of skin loud in the tiny room. Every time footsteps pass in the hallway she clenches around you and lets out a tiny, terrified, turned-on whimper.

“Someone’s coming,” she breathes, eyes locked on yours in the mirror. “Oh god, don’t stop-”

A pair of voices gets closer. You clamp a hand over her mouth and keep thrusting deep, watching her eyes go wide with pure fear and pure lust at the same time. The voices pause right outside the door. Someone tries the handle. It turns.

The door opens two inches. You both freeze, you buried to the hilt inside her, her dress hiked up, your hand still over her mouth. The person on the other side hesitates, then mutters “sorry, occupied” and lets the door close again. Footsteps move away.

The second they’re gone she comes hard, shaking, muffled cries leaking past your fingers. The fear pushes her over the edge so violently her knees almost buckle. You follow right after, flooding her while the risk is still buzzing in both your bloodstreams.

You stay locked together for a few more seconds, breathing hard, foreheads touching in the mirror.

“I liked that too much,” she whispers, voice wrecked. “The almost… the door opening… I came harder than I have in years.”

You kiss the side of her neck, still inside her. “So did I. Knowing anyone could see you like this, married, full of me, dressed like a normal woman who just needed the bathroom…”

She shivers. “We’re getting addicted to this, aren’t we?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly. “And to each other.”

You clean up as best you can. When you walk back out into the coffee shop separately, hearts still racing, she sits down across from you again like nothing happened. Only the fresh flush on her cheeks and the way she keeps pressing her thighs together give anything away.

Under the table her foot finds yours again. Soft. Claiming.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asks, trying to sound casual and failing. “Somewhere… riskier?”

A foggy feeling was shrouding him, as though a thick mist had swallowed him up and invaded his body in the night. He felt his senses warring with the foreign sensation, his eyes blinking but unseeing as his consciousness returned.

His blinks were slow, laboured, his whole body feeling warm and heavy, the night air like a weighted blanket keeping him pressed in place and far too contented to move.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying to force them into action.

He opened them once again, finding that thankfully, his vision had returned. The shapes of his bedroom furniture were soft and fuzzy around the edges, the night still casting his room in darkness and the shadowy forms around him were indistinct against the low light.

He lay there in the dark and quiet, letting his body fade back into the moment, feeling calm rather than panicked at his unusually slow wakening.

He gradually began to feel more himself, his room coming back into focus as though someone were slowly tuning an old-fashioned television, until finally all around him was crisp once more -albeit still cloaked in the dark of the night.

He glanced around his room, wondering what had woken him up from what was clearly a very deep sleep.

He shifted under his blankets, stretching out his heavy limbs. They still felt... odd. So warm and comfortable that they seemed unwilling to be moved. He had to pour the force of his will into getting them to shift, and his brow furrowed as he fought against their reluctance.

He noticed it then, stilling his efforts completely. There was a fragrance in the air, something musky and rich and faintly sweet.

He inhaled deeply. It was the strangest scent, something he knew immediately he'd never smelled before. It was thick in the room, like breathing in a cloud of smoke, but the air around him was clear.

He glanced over to the window, wondering if something was wafting in from outside, but the window was locked tight.

The unusual aroma was filling his lungs with every breath, and he suddenly felt swamped by it. It was invading him, clinging to his skin, to his hair, to his sheets...

He probably would have begun to panic in earnest, had he not heard a sound that chilled him to his core.

A melodic hum, faintly discordant, came from the high-backed chair nestled in the far corner of his room. This particular part of his bedroom was almost completely obscured by shadow and only now that his head had slowly turned to face the source of the sound did he see the dark silhouette of a figure perched there. One leg was crossed over the other, its arms stretched out along the length of the arms of the chair, its pose almost regal - like a monarch sitting on a throne.

A jolt of fright like this would ordinarily snap his body into movement and action, but that same, sluggish warmth kept him still and prostrate. Even his dread seemed to dissipate - a single drop of ink falling into a pool of water and vanishing - as he stared at the stranger in his room.

It appeared to be a female voice making the sound which drifted to him across the small space. The tune she hummed was unfamiliar, but the unusual song seemed to be soothing him. He was like a babe being calmed by a lullaby, though he was certain this was no sweetly sung cradle song.

He swallowed, with some difficulty, and his whispered words tangled with the strange melody in the air.

"Who are you?"

He could see as the woman smiled, though it was wider and sharper than it ought to be, her bright white teeth glinting in the low light.

Her legs uncrossed and she rose from the chair with a preternatural grace, allowing her song to come to its natural conclusion before she replied.

"A dream, a nightmare. Both at once, I suppose."

Her voice was decadent and the rich, smooth sound of it struck him deep in his chest as though it were a tangible thing that had penetrated him. He felt his blood pulsing through his veins; a hot, tingling feeling washing through him with each beat.

The feeling worked its way lower, slowly, curling down his body like a heated caress until it clutched its hand around his groin and squeezed.

He groaned as his cock began to harden; his confusion and panic pushed down into some deep recess of his mind, his feeble attempts to keep hold of them laughable against the force of whatever it was that was coursing its way through him.

A beautiful, throaty laugh came from the mysterious woman as if she too could feel what was happening to him and was amused by his predicament.

"What... the... fuck," he managed to grit out as his cock swelled almost to the point of pain, his balls suddenly full and aching too.

He watched, helpless and heated, as the woman stepped into the weak light pouring in from his bedroom window. A strange sound he'd never made before gurgled from the back of his throat as fear and disbelief merged with the potent cocktail flowing through his body, before being roughly thrust into that part of his mind he couldn't quite access.

The woman was average in only one way - she was of a typical height for a woman, or she would be if he didn't take into consideration her enormous wings.

They were huge and membranous, like a bat's wings, and arched high over her delicate shoulders. He couldn't quite make out their colour in the dim light, but he thought they might be black or mahogany and seemed to flex slightly with each of her steps before him.

The swish of those impressive wings was like a soothing hush quelling his rising confusion and disbelief as she crept towards him. There was something feline in the way she moved that enraptured his gaze, before something else snapped his attention entirely.

She was some devastating, curvaceous picture of physical perfection.

His eyes roamed greedily over her bare skin, every inch of it uncovered. She had perfectly smooth skin, wide, rounded hips, large, pert breasts and her pussy was shaved or waxed bare. The long plane of her flat stomach was decorated with a single slim chain of some pretty, intricate metal loops, and as his eyes roamed back up to gorge on the sight of her full tits, he noticed that each nipple was pierced with a black bar. Her long black hair fell about the shoulders of her pale skin and her eyes twinkled with a flame of wickedness and dark intent.

His cock throbbed, desperately hard.

He tried to clear his muddled thoughts, aware that all he wanted to do was look at her and touch her and taste her and she was a fucking naked stranger in his room, a stranger with fucking wings and he needed to get a hold of himself.

He squeezed his eyes closed with some difficulty.

"What... is happening... to me?" he whispered as he heard her gentle footsteps pause at the foot of his bed.

Her low laugh filled the air again and the hair on his arms rose in response.

"Many think us a myth," she began, her voice like music as she told her tale. "Wishful thinking."

"We are not many, but we are," she emphasized, and he felt the weight of her, far lighter than he expected, compress the mattress as she sat herself down at the foot of the bed.

"I hail from a realm at the limit of your reality, small doorways permit us entry when we desire food, and I am so, very hungry, dear mortal," she purred.

He could hear the smile in her voice and shuddered at the words.

"You are succumbing to my magic. Nothing more, nothing less," she explained simply, "and in a few more moments, you will be mine."

His eyes flew open at her last word as it seemed to echo around his room. It bounced off the walls all around him, growing louder and louder until the unfathomable sound reverberated inside his very skull, so deafening he felt as though his head were going to explode. His arms flew to his head, clutching wildly at his hair with desperate fists.

He opened his mouth to scream... and just like that, it stopped. Abrupt and completely. His building scream turned to a gasp as his mind fell suddenly silent.

His eyes snapped to the creature at the foot of his bed, smiling wide, sitting unnaturally still as she watched him.

No, not a creature.

How could he have even considered giving such an inelegant title to something so utterly breathtaking? This was no creature. This was a goddess. A vision of divinity and perfection and everything he had ever wanted.

"That's it", she crooned, low and seductive.

He felt his chest swell with adoration and desire, the feeling flashing through his whole body with a pulsing, throbbing heat that caused him to jerk and thrash in his bed, letting out groans of pleasure and pain as the sensation took hold.

Hissing laughter came from the foot of the bed.

He sat up suddenly, jolted into action as that door in his mind, the one hiding away all that fear and concern and confusion, sealed itself shut completely.

His eyes were all but rolling in their sockets as his head snapped to the naked vision of flawlessness in his room. He needed her so desperately, so completely, just needed to be near her, and he began falling out of bed in his haste to get close to her.

He wrestled with his sheets, tripping in the tangle as he threw himself out of bed, tearing off his underwear in one, swift movement. His cock sprang free, so hard, so needy for her, precum already beading at its tip for her to taste.

She watched in silence as he launched himself over to her, hurrying to lower himself to his knees on the floor between her feet.

She breathed in deeply, scenting the air and a satisfied purring growl rumbled in her chest.

He gazed up at her, naked at her feet, adoration in his slightly glazed eyes. She leaned forward, lowering her head towards him, gripping his chin and tilting it up to her with her taloned fingers.

"What is it, pet?" she asked him, though the answer was one she already knew, had orchestrated with her fiendish magic.

His words came out in a tumble, tripping in their haste much as he had done a moment ago.

"I need you, let me taste you, please", he said, gripping her curvy thighs and trying to pry them open.

Her smile flashed so wide, so sharp and hellish, that had he been looking at her face it would have struck terror into the very essence of him, but his eyes were fixed between her legs as he scrambled for access to her sweet, delectable cunt.

She welcomed him in, spreading her smooth thighs wide, giving him his first clear view of her pussy.

Completely smooth, the lips were puffy and inviting and already slick with her arousal. The scent of her was the same smell that had been wafting around his room a few minutes before and he breathed it in deep, his eyes fluttering closed as he savoured it.

He felt nothing but desire pounding through him with such unbelievable force, he was sure that if he didn't act on it, it would consume him. An illogical thought, perhaps, he wondered, but one he couldn't shake.

He opened his eyes again and groaned as he saw the angel watching him as she spread open her pussy lips with her taloned fingers, allowing him to see her perfect centre in all its glory.

Glistening wet, the light pink lips were so beautiful, he couldn't resist a moment longer and lunged forward, anchoring himself by wrapping his arms around those gorgeous thighs and gripping tightly. She kept the hold on her lips, keeping them open, ensuring he had unobstructed access to her clit.

He ran his tongue up the length of her in one long, slow lick and she hissed again at the sensation of his hot tongue on her. He began circling his tongue around her entrance, lapping up all her gathered wetness on his tongue as though it were his favourite flavour, tasting it and swallowing it down noisily before pressing his tongue inside her for more.

Her moan was low, almost a growl as she gripped his hair tightly in her free hand, the sharp talons pinching into his scalp in a way that would usually cause pain - but today, here, between this goddess' thighs with his tongue in her cunt, it was heavenly.

He groaned loudly as she roughly tugged him up and pressed his face firmly into her clit.

"FEAST!" she snapped at him through gnashing fangs, a rough command that spurred him into action.

He circled his tongue around her clit, the sweet taste of her dancing across his tongue and down his throat until it was all he knew. She ground her rounded hips into his face, rubbing her clit along his tongue as he flicked it, her moans so beautiful they almost caused him to pause as his cock throbbed at each sound.

Seeming to sense this, she pushed him tighter against her pussy until his air was cut off completely.

"Eat my cunt, pet. Eat it until you earn back your air. Make me soak your mouth and when I cum all over your mortal tongue, you will feast on my other hole."

The idea of tasting and licking her perfect, sculpted ass was more than he could take and his balls clenched tightly as pleasure zapped down his spine.

He did as he was ordered, not that he needed the instruction.

He licked frantically at her clit, sucking and tasting and flicking, his lungs burning for the air they were denied as he focused on the only thing that mattered - pleasing this perfect pussy and the owner he so revered.

She writhed above him, squeezing her thighs tightly around his face as he licked and licked, teasing her clit over and over as a language he didn't understand poured from her plush lips.

His vision began to darken at the edges, but it didn't slow his determination. His cock strained as he sucked on her cunt, his jaw and tongue aching with the feverish pace he had set, working to make her cum all over his mouth.

She began to cry out as her thighs trembled and he pressed them wide apart so he could taste every part of that delicious pussy as she climaxed on his tongue.

"Yes! Yes!," she chanted, her great wings flexing and snapping as her body began to shake.

With a final, animalistic cry, she gripped her talons around the back of his head and pressed his mouth even more firmly over her pussy as she began to spasm through the throes of her orgasm, her pleasure pulsing out of her in steady mouthfuls that he tasted and swallowed as he throbbed for her, so desperate for her hot, wet cum to be soaking his shaft.

She twitched and moaned and rode his mouth for what felt like a blissful eternity, his vision now narrowed to just a pinprick of light, before she finally released him and he took in a great, shuddering breath, swaying on the spot as the oxygen flooded his system.

The angel panted on the bed, her wings draped over the blankets and twitching slightly with the aftershocks of her pleasure as he continued to lap at her delicious pussy, unable to stop for even a moment.

She gripped his chin delicately once more and pushed his face away.

He felt a pang of grief at being parted from his only purpose and scrambled to get back to the place between her legs.

Her bewitching laugh tinkling through the dark room stilled his movements, however, and he sank back onto his heels - her obedient toy waiting for its next command.

She wasted no time in gracefully flipping onto her stomach, stretching her wings out wide so that the expanse of her perfect, round, peachy ass was placed right before him. She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes boring into his, seeming almost black in the gloom of the night.

Reaching back, she pulled apart the cheeks of her ass, her tight hole spread open for him before she hissed out her next order, the words stroking up and down the length of his cock, another throb causing his whole body to jerk.

"Taste me here," she commanded, her voice once again sultry and smooth.

He lunged forward, gripping her thighs once again and pressing his face into her soft, round ass.

He ran his tongue up the seam before lapping greedily at the hole, tasting the illicit flavour on his tongue. Each lick sent bolts of pleasure through his body, throbbing along the length of his shaft, causing muffled groans to tear from his mouth as he ate her ass with a feverish passion.

She moaned and purred with every swipe of his tongue, her dripping pussy soaking his lower jaw from this new angle. He pressed his tongue inside her ass, desperate to fuck her with the only part of him that was currently allowed to do so.

He forced the tip of his tongue inside her and felt as she reached underneath herself, finding her clit and rubbing furious circles over her nub before slipping two of those clawed fingers inside her cunt.

He could feel the press of them against his tongue from inside her pussy as he fucked her asshole with it, her fingers pounding wetly in and out of her as he licked her ass, reveling in the taste and tightness of it around his tongue as he dipped it in and out of her.

She moaned so sweetly, her words encouraging his relentless feasting.

She reached back, impossibly far, and shoved her two now wet fingers into his mouth, forcing her juices to join the flavour of her asshole deep inside his mouth, almost causing him to gag, and he bucked and groaned with ecstasy at the action.

She removed her fingers from his mouth when they were clean and returned to circling her clit as he ate her, and he held her thighs tightly as she began to thrash once more.

Her beautiful wings flexed and her body arched as her second orgasm began to hit.

He held her in place as best as he could as he continued tonguing her ass, but her impossible strength was a force he could not best, and they both jostled violently as she began to scream out her release.

"I'm cumming, yes! Eat me! Yes!!" she screamed out, and he felt her ass squeezing tight around his tongue, her inner muscles pulsating as she came all over his tongue and face once again.

He didn't stop licking, didn't stop tasting her second orgasm, licking it up from her pussy and thighs, tasting every single drop as she panted and shook, coming down from her second high.

She tasted so sweet, so addictively divine; he knew he'd never get enough.

He ran his tongue along the lips of her pussy once again and she shuddered before something impossible happened.

Something sizzled through the air, like the snap of a firecracker, a sulphureous, smoky fragrance filling the room.

He blinked, dazed and slightly dizzy.

He was no longer kneeling on the floor, worshipping the angel's ass. He was lying on his back on his bed, the sheets cool and unrumpled beneath his heated skin.

He looked up into the face of perfection as she gazed down at him, her expression one of delighted expectation.

"I'm going to lather that cock of yours with so much of my attention, your mortal spirit may very well snap under the weight of the pleasure," she mused as she ground her bare pussy over his shaft. He grunted loudly and began babbling pleading platitudes, wanting to fuck her so desperately he was willing to beg and plead and bargain.

She gripped his jaw tightly again, pressing two of her fingers onto his tongue to stop the flow of words running from his lips.

"Silence," she instructed, and with hands so skilled and deft, she wound a length of leathery rope around his wrists, yanking them up and over his head before tying him tightly to the bed frame.

He wriggled, trying to break free, trying to get his hands on her, but she only smiled at his pitiful efforts.

"Now the real fun begins," she purred as he looked up at her, his eyes landing greedily on her perfect tits, heaving with her hissing laughter once more.

And then she gripped his hard cock in her determined hand, and lined the head of it up with her hot, slick entrance.

“...Hell, I’ve never ever even SEEN an actual pussy in real life. I’m hopeless when it comes to girls.  The furthest I’ve ever gotten was second base with Laura Hayes at at Carl Hannigan’s party in 11th grade.  And even then. I was so drunk I barely even remember it.”

“Oh  my god, you got to second base with LAURA HAYES?!  You never told me about that, you shit!”

“Yeah, “ I blushed, “We were both wasted on Smirnoff Ice and we made out a bit in his backyard.  I vaguely remember going up her shirt, but again, it’s all a blur. “

Steph’s jaw dropped. She looked at me in surprise and pushed my shoulder as she laughed, “I can’t believe you never told me about that!  And to think, I told you about the time I got fingered by Mikey Jamieson after prom.  You’ve been holding out on me, Scotty.”

It was true. Steph and I had been best friends since middle school.  We met in the 7th grade. Her locker was next to mine, and we soon discovered that we lived within a few blocks of each other, so we walked to and from school together almost every day.  It was a 20 minute walk, so we’d talk and make each other laugh.  Over time, we became comfortable around each other and our conversations covered every possible topic, from favorite teachers to secret crushes. We confided in each other and no topic was off limits.She was my best friend, and I was hers.

Somewhere along the line though, I fell in love with her.  She was the person I trusted the most, and the person I felt the most comfortable around.  Her personality and sense of humor matched mine exactly.  She was also stunningly beautiful. I was so attracted to her in every way, but I never got the sense that she felt the same way, so I never told her. I just kept my feelings to myself.  I knew that if I said something and she rejected me, our relationship would never be the same. I couldn’t risk it.

After high school, our walks came to an end as we both moved away to attend different colleges. I was an engineering major and she went into business school.  Instant messaging, Facetime and unlimited long distance cell phone plans kept us in touch, but it wasn’t the same.  We vowed to make it a point to get together whenever we were both home for a holiday or summer break, and we did.

We were both now 21 and had just finished our third year.  It was the start of summer break, and we were at my parents’ house in my room.   We were smoking a joint and shooting the shit. She was lying on my bed and I was sitting in a chair next to her.   My parents didn’t approve of me smoking pot in the house, but they were at our cottage up north for the week.  The house would be aired out well before they got back.

While we didn’t talk about sex all the time, the topic had come up at various times over the years, and when we had these conversations, I always felt that we were both pretty honest and open with each other  We talked about hookups and makeout sessions (mostly hers) and crushes and turn-ons, and we promised to tell the other one when we lost our virginity.  I guess it was kind of a contest between the two of us. But so far, neither of us had claimed the win.

She was sprawled out on my bed blowing smoke rings into the air.  I sat on my chair next to the bed and stared at her body as she stretched out.“Fuck, she’s gorgeous,” I thought to myself.  She was an absolute beauty.  Long, straight, strawberry blonde hair fanned itself out around her head on my pillow.  She smiled and laughed to herself, clearly stoned.

“What?” I asked.

“I just can’t believe that at 21, you’ve never seen a vagina.  You’re in COLLEGE, Scott.  This is when you’re supposed to having your fun! I have definitely seen a dick or two back at school. You’re a good looking guy, what are you even doing out there?"

Embarrassed, I said, “I don’t even know. It’s just not happening for me.  Don’t get me wrong.  I’ve had some good dance floor makeout sessions, but it never seems to go beyond that.”

“Hmm,” she said.

She had arrived dressed for comfort.  She wearing a loose fitting red cotton t- shirt and a pair of white short shorts.  Even though her shirt was loose, the shape of her breasts were still quite visible. I often fantasized about cupping each one of her perky little tits in my hand and imagined what it would feel like.  My eyes drifted down to her stomach.  Her shirt rode up just a bit, giving me occasional glances at her flat, tanned stomach and belly button.

“Hmm what?” I asked.

“Tell you what.  I’ll show you mine.” She said.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  “W-what?” was all I could get out.

“If you want, I will show you my vagina, and you can get it out of your system.  Maybe it’ll put you at ease and help you get laid.  Think of it as a friend helping a friend out.”

I had spent so much time over the years jerking off and fantasizing about this girl’s pussy, and now here she was, offering to show it to me.  How many times had I secretly looked at her mound in her bikini bottoms, or whenever she wore tight fitting shorts or yoga pants and tried to imagine what it would look like.  I was stunned.  Just the thought sent blood shooting into to my dick.  I could feel it getting harder.

Still dumbfounded, I couldn’t argue with her logic and I nodded my head. At this point, my dick was as hard as it had ever been, and I was both thankful and regretful that I was wearing a pair of loose fitting sweatpants myself.  I had also dressed for comfort, but I knew that if I stood up or moved the wrong way, my hard on would be on full display, and I really wanted to play it cool.*“A friend helping a friend,”*she had said. As she stood up off the bed, I stealthily readjusted myself, trying to make it less obvious.

She stood in front of me and grabbed her waistband.  She slowly started to push her shorts down, and then paused.  My heart stopped.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

She looked down at my pants, and I prayed my erection wasn’t too obvious. “ No no,  it’s just that it’s only fair that if you get to see me, then I get to see you after. Do we have a deal?”

At this point, I wasn’t about to let anything get in the way of what was about to happen. I would have agreed to just about anything, and so I nodded my head.  “Good,” she said.

Her hands returned to her waist.  My eyes were glued to her shorts as she began to push them down.  I followed them as they slid down her body and down to her feet.  She kicked them off.  She was now standing in front of me in just her t-shirt and light blue panties.  I could see the shape of her mound and couldn’t believe I was seconds away from having my biggest fantasy fulfilled.

She hooked her fingers into her underwear and finally, at last pulled them down too.  I was amazed at what I saw.  A faint line of shortly trimmed, blonde pubic hair sat above one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.  The rest of her pussy was clean shaven, giving me a perfect view of her plump outer lips. Only a bit of her clit hood was visible as it peeked out at the top of her slit. I was mesmerized and couldn’t look away. It looked so soft and smooth. She stood exposed in front of me for about 20 seconds as I took in every detail. Without thinking, I started to raise my hand to touch it, but caught myself and put it back down.

She noticed and said, “Fuck it, go ahead.  You can touch it.  Just the outside though.”

I immediately raised my finger and started by stroking the small patch of pubic hair that covered her mound. My finger then moved downwards and grazed her exposed clit as I began to follow the line of her slit.  She quietly moaned to herself as I passed over it on my way down.  I then rubbed the back of my finger across her bald pussy lips.  There was not a hint of stubble and they were softer than I could have ever imagined.  I glided my finger up and down the length of her pussy, just taking in the smoothness of her lips.  I wanted so badly to put my finger in, but respected her wishes not to.  On my final pass as I reached the bottom of her opening I noticed as I pulled away that there was a line of sticky wetness attached that ran from her vagina to my knuckle.

I looked up at her and showed her my finger, and she looked embarrassed. “Well, what do you expect?  You’ve practically been rubbing my clit for like a minute!”

Instinctively, I stood up to grab a tissue from my desk to wipe off my finger.  As I rose from the chair, Steph’s eyes widened as she commented,"Well at least now I know I’m not the only one who’s turned on.”  My rock hard dick was no longer hidden away and was clearly visible through my sweatpants.  

“Well yeah, I’ve practically been rubbing your clit for like, a minute, “ I said and we both laughed.   I tried to sit back down, but she stopped me.  

“Nuh-uh, a deal’s a deal.  It’s your turn.”

I briefly hesitated.  I’d never shown my dick to anyone before, let alone the girl I’d been in love with for the past few years.  She noticed my hesitation and tried to ease my nerves.  “Come on, Scott.  I’m on full display here,” she said pointing down at her bare pussy. She continued, “I’m clearly just as turned on as you are, so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”  Her logic was sound and that gave me the courage to drop my pants as well.  I pulled my pants and underwear down in one swift motion.

My erection popped up as soon as my pants were down.  It was harder now than it had ever been and it stood almost vertical against my body.  I had not been expecting to show my penis to anyone today, and so I hadn’t done any personal grooming.  My bush of dark brown pubic hair sat atop my girthy shaft.  My dick was only average in length, maybe 6 inches or so, but it was pretty thick.  When I looked at Steph, she had the same awestruck expression that I’m certain I had when I was staring at hers.  I watched her as she examined my prick up close.  “Wow.  You have such a pretty dick, Scott.  Can I touch it?”

“It’s only fair,” I said.

She started by touching the head of my cock with a single finger.  I was in heaven. Using just her finger, she pushed my cock down and watched it spring back up to it’s upright position.  To my absolute shock, she looked up at me and said, “You know, I’ve always wondered what this thing looked like, and now that I’m actually seeing it, it’s even nicer than I had imagined.”

“You have not!” I replied.

“Oh my God, how have you never realized that I’ve been crushing on you for years?  Are you that clueless, or have I not been obvious enough?” she said.

“Probably both” I laughed sheepishly.

She returned her attention to my engorged dick and this time grabbed the shaft with her whole hand.  I thought I was going to pass out as she gently began to slide her hand up and down.  Not quite fast enough to make me cum, but just enough to send bolts of pleasure up and down my whole body.  “Somehow, I always knew you’d be circumcised, but I never thought it would be so thick.  I can barely get my hand all the way around it!” She kept slowly stroking it as my mind continued to explode with excitement. I was struggling to keep my composure.  I looked between her legs and saw that her little pussy was now actually dripping wet with little droplets of wetness slowly seeping from between her lips.

She suddenly gripped tighter and increased her stroking speed.  “Ok, new plan, let’s make each other cum.  I mean, we’ve come this far, we might as well finish the job.  Are you in?”

“Fuck yeah” I said as I reached down to rub her clit.  It was much harder now, and stuck out way further than it had when she first showed it to me.  I covered my fingers in her slick wetness and started rubbing her clit in tight little circles.  Her knees buckled a bit as I found and stimulated her sweet spot but she maintained her steady up and down pace on my penis, pausing occasionally to circle the head of my cock in her palm  Neither of us could form words at this point, but we both made sounds of pleasure as we brought each other closer to orgasm.

Soon, my climax was inevitable, “Don’t stop Steph, keep going just like that.  Oh God, I’m gonna-” and just like that I gave in to the best orgasm of my life.  It felt like my balls contracted up into my body and I swear I could feel the orgasm in my spine.  I shot more cum than I had ever shot leaving her hand covered in my semen.  Even though I had limited control of my faculties at this point, I knew that my job wasn’t done, but she was close.  With my thumb and forefinger I lightly pinched her hard clit and started jacking it off (or at least the female equivalent of jacking off). This was enough to send her over the edge.  Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she leaned into me.  She let out a long moan that signified her pleasure. Her legs started shaking and the dripping of her pussy intensified leaving droplets on my bedroom floor.  Her orgasm lasted way longer than mine did, and when she was done she collapsed onto my bed, completely spent.

We both sat in complete silence as we basked in our post orgasm bliss for a couple of minutes.

She was the first to break the silence. “Fuck, that was good.  Next time, let’s go all the way”.

**Scene 3**

The hotel lobby was bright and ordinary. Anna checked in first. The clerk handed her a key card. She turned to me while I was still signing the form and said, “Second floor. You?”

“Fourth.”

She nodded. We stood out of the way of the people behind us. The training packet said the first session started at eight the next morning. Neither of us had eaten since the airport. Anna looked at the time on her phone and then at me.

“Dinner?” she said. “Maybe an hour? I want to unpack a little.”

“An hour works.” I glanced at the lobby clock. “Text me when you’re ready and I’ll come down.”

She smiled, small and tired from the flight, and headed for the elevators. I watched her go. The tank top was still under her open jacket. The shorts made her legs look longer in the lobby light.

My room was quiet. I set the bag on the bed and stood at the window for a minute. I jumped in the shower... the water hit my shoulders and ran down. I stayed there longer than I needed to, rinsing the same places twice, thinking about the way Anna had adjusted her shirt on the plane and the careful way she had looked at me afterward. When I finally shut the water off, the bathroom was full of steam. I reached for a towel. That was when I smelled it.

Smoke. Not the faint kind from someone cooking. Thick. It came under the bathroom door and filled the small space fast. I opened the door. The smell was stronger in the room. I crossed to the window and looked down. Nothing obvious in the lot. No sirens yet. My floor was the fourth. Anna was on the second. I didn’t know which side of the building her room faced. I didn’t know if the smoke was already in the hallway down there.

The hotel robe hung on the back of the bathroom door. I pulled it on. The fabric was thin. It tied at the waist and stopped above my knees. I barely remembered the key card and left the room barefoot. The hallway smelled worse. I ran down the stairs. On the second floor the smell was heavy. I found her room number and knocked urgently. Nothing. I knocked again, harder. The door opened.

Anna stood there in the same thin hotel robe. Her hair was damp at the ends. She had one hand on the doorframe. Behind her the room looked ordinary. She opened her mouth to say something. The fire alarm went off at the same moment. The sound was loud and steady. The smoke smell thickened between us. I reached for her hand. She took it without hesitating. I turned us toward the stairwell I had just come down. We moved quickly. Her bare feet were quiet on the steps beside mine. The robe she wore shifted when she hurried. I kept my eyes on the landings. Outside, the evening air hit us as soon as we pushed through the door. We crossed the sidewalk and stopped on the grass beyond the drive. Other people were already gathering. A few had luggage. Most were in whatever they had been wearing when the alarm started. Sirens were close now. The smell of smoke hung over the whole front of the building.

We stood there. Anna’s hand was still in mine. After a minute she let go and pushed her damp hair back with both hands.

“Thank you,” she said. “For coming to get me. I didn’t even—” She stopped. She was looking at my face. I had turned toward her to answer. The words didn’t come.

The robe had come partially undone. The tie at her waist had loosened on the stairs. The front hung open from the collar down. A narrow line of bare skin showed from the base of her throat, between her breasts, all the way past her navel to the top of one hip. Lower, the fabric had shifted so that the entire length of one leg was visible from ankle to the place where the robe still covered the center of her. The edge of the cloth rested against the outer curve of one breast and barely held. The pale skin looked almost luminous in the fading light. She looked like something out of a magazine I would have closed if someone else had been in the room. I couldn’t look away fast enough. My expression must have changed. She saw it. Her brows drew together. She took one step closer, like she was checking whether I was all right.

The step brought her near enough that the open edge of her robe brushed the front of mine. The look on her face—worried, close, the same careful attention she had given me on the plane—landed at the same moment the heat of her body did. My body reacted before I could stop it. The thin robe did nothing to hide it. The fabric tented. There was no way to adjust without making it more obvious.

Anna’s eyes dropped. She went still. For a second she looked confused, like she was trying to place what she was seeing. Then her gaze moved to her own robe. She saw the open line of skin, the way the cloth sat against her breast, the bare length of her leg. Color rose in her cheeks. Something else moved across her face—quick, pleased—before she caught it. She pulled the robe closed with both hands and held the edges together at her chest. The motion pressed the fabric against her. She glanced down at me again. The pleased look returned, smaller this time, before she looked away toward the building.

A fire truck turned into the drive. She watched it for a second, then looked back at me. The corner of her mouth lifted.

“I find firemen attractive,” she said, “but you really respond to their presence.”

I laughed. It came out short and surprised. She laughed too, quieter, watching my face like she was checking whether the joke had gone too far. The sound loosened something in my chest. I took a slow breath and kept my eyes on the truck instead of on her. The robe was still obvious. I shifted my weight and thought about the alarm, the smoke, the fact that we were standing barefoot on hotel grass in matching thin robes. It helped. Not completely. Enough.

We stayed on the grass for a long time. The fire crew moved in and out of the lobby doors. Someone said it was a laundry room on the first floor. No one was hurt. They still had to clear the building floor by floor. People around us talked in low voices or checked their phones. Anna and I stood close enough that our arms brushed when either of us shifted. The first half hour was careful. She kept one hand on the front of her robe. I kept my eyes mostly on the building. After a while she let the hand drop. The robe stayed closed, but the tie had loosened again. When she turned to watch a ladder go up, the fabric shifted and showed the line of her calf and the side of her knee. She didn’t fix it right away. I didn’t look away as fast as I had before. She noticed me noticing and gave me a small, sideways glance. Neither of us said anything. The air between us felt warmer than the evening. The grass was cool under our feet. Every so often a breeze moved across the open drive and lifted the edges of both robes at once. We didn’t step farther apart.

The second time she caught my arousal started with nothing. Her shoulders had gone stiff from standing. She rolled them once, then lifted both arms overhead in a slow stretch, fingers linked, the way anyone would after too long in one position. The motion was ordinary. In the thin robe it wasn’t. The fabric pulled tight across her chest and then loosened when she arched. The tie slipped. The front opened just enough that the inner curves of her breasts showed and the cloth fell away from one hip. She held the stretch for a few seconds, eyes closed, working the tension out of her neck. By the time she lowered her arms and opened her eyes, the robe had shifted farther. She felt the air and glanced down. I was already reacting. The thin fabric made it plain. She looked at my face, then past me toward the drive. Two firefighters had been walking by and had slowed down (probably to watch Anna). Anna glanced down at my robe and over to the firemen. Her mouth twitched. She pulled the robe closed with one hand and let out a short breath that was almost a laugh.

“You really react to the firemen,” she said, quiet enough that only I heard it.

I laughed harder than I thought was normal. We both watched the firefighters until one of them climbed back into the cab. The laughter stayed between us while I waited for my body to settle. She kept the robe held closed a little longer than she needed to. When she finally let go, the fabric stayed mostly in place. Mostly.

Later, a small piece of gravel had worked its way under the ball of her foot. She lifted it, balancing on the other leg, and reached down. The motion made her sway. Without looking up she put her free hand out. I took it. Her fingers closed around mine, warm and steady. She stayed bent for a second, brushing the gravel away, then straightened while still holding on. When she was upright she didn’t let go right away. She looked at me. Her eyes were close. The robe had shifted with the movement, but that wasn’t what registered. It was the simple fact of her hand in mine and the way she was watching my face, calm and unhurried, like she was making sure I was still there. My body answered before I could think. The thin robe showed it at once.

Anna’s gaze dropped. She saw. Color moved across her cheeks, but the pleased look came faster this time and stayed longer. She glanced past my shoulder. A firefighter was walking along the edge of the grass not far from us, radio in hand. Anna’s mouth curved.

“Definitely the firemen,” she said. Her voice was light. She was still holding my hand.

I chuckled, quieter than before. Her eyes had felt so penetrating that my insides were not in the mood for laughter but something else. She laughed with me, small and genuine, and only then let go. She pulled the robe a little tighter at the waist and looked toward the building, but the pleased expression didn’t leave her face. It took me longer to settle this time.

I felt uncomfortable. We stood without talking for a while after that. The sky had gone fully dark. People around us had started to sit on the curb. Anna shifted her weight and the robe moved with her, but she didn’t fix it as quickly as she had before. I didn’t look away as fast... I felt like I should, but like I couldn't.

When they finally let us back inside, we walked across the grass together. Anna’s robe stayed closed. Mine did too. Our arms brushed twice on the way to the doors. She was really all I noticed. Neither of us moved away. At the elevator she looked at the floor numbers and then at me.

“Still want dinner?” she asked. Her voice was ordinary. Almost.

“Yeah,” I said. “Give me twenty minutes to put on actual clothes.”

She nodded. The elevator opened. We stepped in. The doors closed. We were alone. The small space felt more intimate than the grass had. Anna stood on the opposite side, one hand resting on the rail. She looked at the numbers above the door, then at me.

“What if the fire caused a problem with the elevator,” she said, “and we got stuck in here right now?”

The question was light. Almost a joke. It should have been a light joke. My body answered before I could. The thin robe made it immediate and obvious. Anna’s eyes dropped. She saw it. The pleased look returned, clearer this time, and stayed. She didn’t look away quickly. The elevator kept rising. Neither of us spoke. The doors opened and a hotel employee was standing there to send us back down to the lobby. Something was wrong with the rooms on the second floor.