“Good morning, baby” the beautiful woman kneeling between his legs said as she smiled at him, those inviting eyes sparkling mischievously up at him. Her long fingers curled around his stiff shaft and she slowly stuck out her tongue and licked the length of his cock before once again taking it deep into her mouth, her tongue and throat working even harder now that she knew he was awake to fully enjoy her morning blow job.

“Oh fuck, Carrie,” he sighed, lying back on the pillow and reaching out for her head. She murmured something and increased her sucking, taking him partially into her throat as she slowly and methodically coaxed the seed from his heavy balls. His hands entwined in her long, luxuriant hair and he began to move her head up and down on his shaft like he knew she liked. She wasn’t a submissive woman in anything other than their often very animated love-making, where she sometimes liked him to take full control over her. She murmured again and took him deep into her throat until she felt his dark pubic hairs curling against her nose. He held her there, feeling his seed starting its surge outward.

“Oh fuck, baby! Here it comes,” he groaned, releasing her head. She didn’t pull completely free, but backed off until about half of him was in her mouth while pumping his shaft with her hand. The combination was too much and with a long agonizing groan, he released his hot seed into her mouth in a powerful ejaculation that sent some of it instantly down her throat. She was prepared however, and swallowed it without missing a beat, then lovingly licked and sucked hard on his throbbing head, coaxing every last drop from him.

When he finally finished, she pulled her soft lips free and kissed the tip, causing him to shudder and reach down to pull her slender, naked body onto his. As they kissed, he could feel the damp heat from her pussy pressing against his leg and moaned into her mouth, remembering how sweet her pussy tasted and desperately wanting to be between those gorgeous legs.

He broke off their kiss and rolled her onto her back, his mouth kissing along her bare chest and between the soft mounds of her beautiful breasts. He brushed his lips across her nipples, stiff and ready for suckling, then took one into his mouth. She moaned and clutched at his hair as he sucked, then nibbled on the hard little nub. He moved back and forth from one to the other, her sighs of pleasure urging him on. His hand trailed down her flat stomach and over her bare mons. She gasped as his fingers slipped into her wetness, touching her hard little clit and sending a shiver of warm waves of pleasure throughout her lower abdomen. As he continued to massage her sensitive little button, the tendrils spread until her entire body felt like an electric current was passing through it.

The sudden shrill buzzing of the alarm clock put a cold hand on her all consuming pleasure and she felt the warmth passing from her with the sound of the alarm bringing them both back to reality.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, his head poised over her inflamed lips. He glanced over at the clock and sighed resignedly as she slapped a hand on the off button, silencing the alarm. He smiled wanly at her and sat up, his eyes moving longingly over her beautiful naked body. “I’m sorry, honey. Duty calls.” She nodded and smiled up at him, her eyes no longer wild with desire, but still lively and dancing with sexual fire.

“I know,” she said, pulling him down for one more deep, intense kiss before allowing him to sit back up. She couldn’t help but notice his previously limp cock was beginning to show signs of life once again. She gave it a loving caress and licked her lips. “Rain check?”

He grinned and stood up, stretching but never taking his eyes off of her. She rolled onto her side, propping her head up on one elbow. “Definitely,” he replied with a wink and a grin, “You’re not getting off that easy!”

She sat up, her hair wild and her enticing green eyes even wilder. “Promise?” she said, slowly crawling on her hands and knees across the bed, her mischievous eyes locked on his ever hardening cock, her pink tongue moistening her luscious lips. He watched her for a few seconds, mesmerized by her amazing sexuality, then quickly stepped back as she reached the edge of the bed and reached out to him.

“Hey, now!” he said in a chiding tone, but with a glint in his eye, “If you do that again, you’re going to make me late!” He turned and went into the bathroom, and as Carrie flopped down on the bed, she heard the shower start and suddenly had a very naughty thought. Before she could do more than start to move, he poked his head out the door, wagging a finger at her. “Uh-uh, you bad little girl, don’t even think about it!” He winked and she gave him a pouty look, then rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Her fingers sought out her clit and as she listened to the splash of her husband showering, she brought herself to orgasm, finally somewhat satisfying her lust.

She got up and walked over to the window, parting the curtain enough to see out. They were at a beautiful log resort in the mountains where her husband, James, had some meetings with a new client to finalize a new ad campaign. The meetings would be finished today, or lunch tomorrow at the latest, then they were going to spend the rest of the week here, just the two of them. Like a second honeymoon, he’d told her.

The landscape was beautiful, a true winter wonderland. The lodge was a three story structure, made almost entirely of logs and built on the shore of a lake nestled in the basin of two mountains, whose rocky crags rose to dizzying heights. It was January and the frozen lake was covered in a mantle of unbroken powder that ended in a thick evergreen forest before gently sloping upward toward the steeper slopes where the trees gave way to the icy rock. She could see the ice crystals sparkling in the snow in the bright morning sunshine, like millions of tiny diamonds hidden amongst the white powder.

She was still standing there, completely naked, when he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped when he saw her there silhouetted against the bright sunlight, her body still taking his breath away even after eight years together, five as husband and wife. He still craved her like no other woman and their sex was always hot and satisfying for both. She must have sensed his presence and slowly turned to him, causing him once again to catch his breath. With a smile, she began a sultry walk toward him, her eyes moving instantly to the growing bulge at his crotch.

“Carrie . . .” he said, holding up a hand and shaking his head, “Please baby, I can’t. If I’m late it might jeopardize the whole deal.”

She pouted in a way that made his growing cock even harder, then climbed onto the bed, moving on her hands and knees toward him across the rumpled sheets. He walked over to where his suitcase was laid open on the bench at the foot of the bed and began to get dressed. She sat there watching him, one hand between her legs and the other caressing her hard nipples. He tried not to watch his sexy wife and struggled to pull on his shorts and pants over his raging hardon. He chuckled and shook his head, deliberately avoiding watching her masturbating as he pulled his white dress shirt on and began to button it.

“Baby, you are insatiable!” he exclaimed, sneaking a glance. He turned to pick up his tie and looked into her face just as she began to cum, gasping as her body stiffened, then trembled as she continued to finger herself to another orgasm. “Oh fuck,” he breathed, feeling himself leak a little precum into his clean shorts. Glancing at his watch, he unzipped his pants and dropped them, sliding his shorts down and releasing his hard member as he moved around to the edge of the bed. What the hell, he had to change them now anyway.

Carrie opened her eyes as if sensing the presence of his naked cock and smiled sexily. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to him, eagerly grasping his stiff shaft and taking him deep into her warm mouth, murmuring her pleasure. James looked down and smiled, then inhaled deeply as her tongue and lips began to slowly make sweet love to his cock.

“Oh, yeah!” he sighed, “Suck it!”

She began to move faster, her hand stroking him as her head bobbed back and forth, saliva drooling from her lips. She loved going down on him and preferred to take her time, but she knew he was pressed for time and was working her best to get him off as fast as possible. He began to move his hips, fucking her hot little mouth even as she pumped him in and out, the tip going into her throat more often than not. Before long, he felt the familiar buzz and gripped her hair, pulling her harder and deeper.

“Oh, fuck!” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and thrusting forward. She murmured again and prepared herself to receive his load. A second later, he groaned loudly and she felt his seed shoot onto her tongue. She stopped her movements and concentrated on sucking, swallowing each shot then making sure she got every drop before finally releasing him from her lips, smacking them and grinning up at him.

“Mmm . . . that should hold me for a while,” she said with a smile and a wink.

He shook his head, grinning and chuckling softly as he kicked off his pants and shorts and reached into his suitcase for a fresh pair of boxers. “Don’t ever change, honey,” he said as he pulled his pants back up. She laughed and got up, straightened his tie, then gave him a quick kiss.

“Never,” she said, “I love sucking that big cock of yours.”

He grinned and kissed her again, then picked up his jacket from a hanger. He pulled it on, adjusted it and picked up his laptop and briefcase. She met him at the door and they kissed deeply, his free hand gripping her bare ass and squeezing it. “Meet you in the restaurant at noon, ok?” She nodded and he opened the door. Without even looking to see if anyone else was in the hallway, she rushed out after him and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him one last time. He laughed and looked up and down the fortunately empty hall.

“You are so bad!” he said, grinning and shaking his head. She stepped back into the doorway, blew one more kiss, then closed the door. He turned and walked toward the stairs, thinking for the millionth time that he was one lucky guy.

Carrie closed the door and sighed. Despite masturbating herself to two orgasms, she was still horny as hell. Just the thought of James’ mouth on her pussy was making her wet again and the memory of his cock filling her the night before caused her to push two fingers deep into herself as she leaned against the thick pine door. She closed her eyes, imagining it was him inside her, moving slowly, touching her in so many sensitive areas at the same time. Oh, god, how she loved him. And she loved making love to him.

She let out a sharp cry as she came again, just the thought of their lovemaking enough to trigger another shuddering orgasm. She pulled her wet fingers from her dripping pussy and looked at them, her juices running down them. Almost without thinking, she brought them to her lips and slowly licked the drops from them, tasting her wetness. It wasn’t the first time she’d tasted herself, often sucking James to completion after he’d fucked her. She actually liked her taste and wondered if every woman had her own distinct flavor, like men did. She decided that they must as she slowly sucked her juices from her fingers and made her way to the bathroom.

She stood under the hot water, steam filling the bathroom as it beaded on her skin and ran down her overheated body in long streams. Her mind was still thinking very naughty thoughts and she wondered if she might be able to convince her husband to skip lunch and come back here for a nooner instead.

She rubbed a finger into her pussy and brought it back to her lips. This was making her very hot and she thought back to the discussion her and James often had about bringing another woman into their bed. She’d never been with another woman but loved watching bisexual and lesbian porn, and the L Word was one of her favorite shows. Did all that make her a closet lesbian? She quickly dismissed that thought. She loved the feel of having her pussy stuffed with a big cock and then fucked until she collapsed to a quivering heap way too much to give up men. But bi? Perhaps. Neither of them had ruled out the possibility of a threesome, but agreed it would have to be with the right person. A hooker or some cheap slut they picked up at a bar just wouldn’t feel right. There had to be some kind of connection, but nothing too intimate that might cause complications down the road.

She turned off the shower and walked naked and wet into the room, drying her hair with a towel. She dried off and sat down at the table to do her hair and apply her makeup, leaving getting dressed until last. She loved being naked and took every opportunity to remain so as long as possible, and rarely wore underwear. She finished and went over to her suitcase, unpacking it and placing her things in the closet and dresser. They’d been in too much of hurry to get into bed when they arrived the night before to worry about unpacking. She turned on the coffee maker and unpacked James’ suitcase, her hands lovingly caressing his shorts as she put them away in the drawer.

When she finished, she went over to the window and threw the curtains wide open, completely flooding the room in bright sunlight. She poured herself a cup of coffee and stood in front of the window sipping on it, once again taking in the incredible view. The sky was still mostly a bright blue, but she could see dark clouds gathering over the mountains. It looked like some snow might be coming their way, which she knew wasn’t an unusual occurrence this high in the mountains. Down in the parking lot, she saw people loading things into cars, many with ski racks on the roof. Unfazed by her nakedness and the fact that she was only on the second floor, easily visible to anyone who might happen to look up, she continued to stand there watching them walk back and forth, secretly thrilled that at any moment someone could glance up and see her.

As she stood watching, a black Cherokee pulled into the parking lot and parked directly across from her window. She could see there was only one person in it - a young woman. When she got out and reached into the back seat for two suitcases, she noted that she was quite attractive, with shoulder length blonde hair and tight jeans showing a very trim figure. Her bomber style winter coat covered her upper body, and she found herself wondering if the rest of her body matched her sexy hips and legs. She watched her over the top of her coffee cup as the woman began to walk toward the hotel lobby, wondering why such an attractive woman would be arriving alone at such a romantic getaway. Perhaps she was meeting someone. Yes, that had to be it. There was no way she was staying here alone.

Just before she moved out of her line of sight, the woman paused and looked up at her window. Their eyes met momentarily and she could swear she saw a slight smile on her face before she disappeared under the eaves of the roof. Carrie smiled, a surge of adrenalin passing through her at the knowledge she had been seen.

She finished her coffee and turned from the window, reluctantly picking up the clothes she’d chosen. She wanted to wear her tight jeans, which she knew looked great on her and that James loved, but he’d be wearing a business suit and she thought something a little less casual would be more appropriate for their lunch date. She pulled on a tan skirt that fell a few inches above her knees and a white blouse, leaving the top two buttons undone. No bra, no panties. Her credo was that if she couldn’t be naked, she wasn’t going to wear any more than she had to. She checked herself in the full length mirror, brushing her long hair over her shoulder, then satisfied with her appearance, slipped into a pair of heels and picked up her purse. She still had a couple of hours before lunch, but the lodge had a gift shop that may provide some distraction from her erotically charged thoughts.

She made her way down to the lobby, nodding a greeting to several people she met along the way. She was wondering if she might run into the blonde woman from the parking lot and what her reaction would be if she did. Would she be embarrassed? She thought not, but who knew? She wasn’t a shy person by nature and was comfortable enough with her body that she wasn’t ashamed to be seen naked.

But her curiosity went unanswered as the woman was nowhere to be seen. She went into the gift shop and browsed among the usual touristy offerings of knick-knacks, t-shirts, and mugs portraying mountain scenes and wildlife. Seeing nothing interesting, she left the shop and wandered toward the restaurant, fully aware of the looks she was attracting from the male guests. She pretended not to notice, but loved the idea that men still found her attractive at thirty. She worked hard at the gym to retain her girlish figure and was often told she had the body of a twenty year old.

She entered the restaurant, which had only a few guests at this hour, most having already eaten breakfast and already at the nearby ski slope, and still too early for the lunch crowd. A couple sat in one corner next to the large fieldstone fireplace, which she noted had a real wood burning fire in it, not one of those fake electric or gas models. She chose a table next to the large window where she could once again look out over the mountains and the parking lot. She enjoyed people watching, coming up with little scenarios about their lives and what brought them to this particular place. The waitress appeared and she ordered toast and coffee. There was a newspaper folded on the empty table next to hers and she picked it up, scanning the headlines while she waited for her breakfast.

She was engrossed in a story when the waitress brought her order over and she set the paper down, smiling and thanking the pretty girl. The waitress, whose name tag said her name was Beth, smiled and asked if she needed anything else. Carrie shook her head. She poured cream into her coffee and watched as Beth made her way back to the kitchen, her sweet young hips swaying inside the dark blue knee length skirt she wore.

She suddenly felt eyes on her and glanced to one side. Two tables over, and watching her with an amused smile, sat the blonde woman from the parking lot. She nodded a greeting, then glanced toward Beth as she disappeared through the swinging doors into the kitchen. She looked back over at Carrie and raised her eyebrows as if to say, ‘very cute’. Carrie held her gaze for a moment, then looked down at her hand absently stirring her coffee. Was she flirting with her?

She glanced back up and the woman was now talking with Beth, who’d come back out to bring her a menu and take her order. Trying not to appear too obvious, she took a closer look and noticed that her upper body was indeed as sexy as her long legs in those tight jeans. She had an amazing set of tits, not overly big, but well shaped and sitting high and firm under the tight sweater she wore. Carrie judged her age to be in her mid twenties, and her eyes were a bright blue, easily noticeable even from where she was sitting. Overall, a very attractive woman.

Beth left with the menu in her hand after pouring the woman a cup of coffee. She sipped at it and looked back over to Carrie, who smiled and turned her attention back to the paper. She was certain now that the woman was flirting with her. Enough men had done this for her to recognize it for what it was. The subtle body language, steady look, and warm smile were nothing new, but this was the first time a woman had done it. She went back to the article she was reading earlier, trying to take her mind off the pretty blonde.

A moment later, she sensed someone standing at her table and looked up, expecting it to be the waitress. She was surprised to see it was the blonde woman, smiling and holding her coffee cup.

“Hi,” she said in a sweet voice, then gestured toward the empty chair across from Carrie. “May I?”

“Uh, sure,” Carrie replied, closing her paper. The woman sat and placed her coffee on the table in front of her. She extended a hand across the table.

“I’m Samantha,” she said as Carrie took her hand and shook it, “Sam.”

“Carrie,” a somewhat subdued Carrie replied, forcing a smile.

Sam nodded and looked around the nearly empty dining room before settling her brilliant blue eyes back on Carrie’s. “Are you here alone, too, Carrie?” she asked before taking a sip from her mug. So she was here by herself after all.

Carrie shook her head. “No, I’m here with my husband. He’s in meetings today.” Sam nodded, glancing down at the ring on her left hand, but didn’t say anything. There was a long silence as each of them sipped their coffee and tried not to look nervous.

“So. . . you’re here alone?” Carrie finally asked, anxious to say something to break the increasingly unsettling silence.

Sam took another sip of coffee and nodded. “Yeah.” She paused as if deciding whether or not to say any more, then continued. “It was supposed be a romantic escape with my ex, but he dumped me two weeks ago. It was too late to cancel the reservations so I decided to come anyway .”

Carrie nodded. “I’m sorry,” was all she could think to say. Sam’s piercing eyes held hers for a moment until she had to look away. Beth came over and set a toasted bagel down in front of Sam and refilled their coffee. No one spoke until she’d gone back into the kitchen.

“Don’t be. Sorry, I mean. It’s been over for while now, just neither of us wanted to admit it.” She shrugged. “Life goes on.” Carrie didn’t reply and after a moment Sam leaned closer, picking up her bagel. “Do you like it when people see you naked, Carrie?”

Carrie was stirring her refreshed coffee and looked up suddenly, her heart beating rapidly. Sam was chewing on a mouthful of bagel, but her eyes were locked on Carrie’s. She swallowed hard and felt her face getting hot. Sam merely watched her for another moment, then said, “You have a great body, nothing to be ashamed of.”

Carrie suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This wasn’t like her and she silently cursed herself for being so embarrassed by this pretty woman with the bright inquisitive eyes and the hot body. She could feel herself becoming damp between her legs and was once again surprised that this was making her aroused.

“I . . . I just got out of the shower,” she stammered, her eyes dropping to her coffee cup. She could feel Sam’s smile without looking up.

“I see,” she replied, “And do you always open the curtains and stand there naked after you take a shower?”

Carrie, feeling her bold resolve returning, looked up. She met Sam’s eyes and this time held them. “Sometimes,” she replied, her voice quiet and surprisingly calm.

Sam held her eyes for a moment, then her lips parted in a wide grin. She leaned in closer. “So do I!” she whispered.

Carrie stared at her for a moment, then began to laugh. Sam joined her and the tension was broken. After they stopped laughing, Sam looked around the now deserted room. “So what are your plans for the day while your man is in his meetings?”

Carrie shrugged. “We’re meeting for lunch, then he’ll be busy until around four.” She took another sip of coffee, watching the pretty blonde over the top of her cup. Sam was nodding and picking at the remains of her breakfast. She looked around and then back to Carrie.

“Do you like girls, too?” she asked.

Carrie was momentarily taken aback by her blunt question. Her mouth dropped open and she quickly closed it. “I, uh . . .”

Sam gave a short laugh and smiled warmly. “I’ll take that as a no,” she said. “Relax, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just . . . I had a feeling about you and we seemed to be getting along so good . . .” She shrugged. “I thought maybe you liked me. Forget I said anything, ok?”

Carrie got over her shock and shook her head. “No, no, it’s not that. You just . . . surprised me, is all.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up and a hopeful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “So you do like women?”

Carrie felt her heart rising into her throat. The cards were on the table now, no more subtle looks and flirtatious double talk. Was she ready for this? Was James ready for this? Or did she just mean the two of them? She realized Sam was watching her, waiting for an answer.

“Well, I, . . . I mean we - James and I - talked about it. I am a little curious.”

Sam took another sip of coffee. “But you’ve never been with a woman.” It wasn’t posed as a question and Carrie chose not to reply. She looked around for the waitress and seeing her at the counter, signaled for another refill. Neither of them spoke as Beth hurried over and filled both of their cups.

When she’d gone, Sam leaned closer and reached across to take Carrie’s hand. “Would you like me to teach you? Show you how wonderful sex with another woman can be?” She gently caressed Carrie’s hand, bringing goose bumps to her flesh. “I think you’re very sexy, Carrie. And beautiful. When I saw you in that window this morning, you took my breath away.”

Carrie had a million thoughts running through her head. She was attracted to Sam, there was no question. But this wasn’t something she could do without talking to James first. That would be cheating and that was something she swore she would never do. She looked up, meeting Sam’s eyes. “I . . . I can’t,” she said, shaking her head, “Not without talking to my husband first.”

Sam sat back and inhaled a deep breath, then expelled it in a long sigh. “I see.” She studied Carrie carefully before speaking again. “So the only way would be if he was there too?”

Carrie shrugged and looked down before looking back up to her. “Maybe. I don’t know. I just know that I won’t cheat on him.”

Sam nodded and gave her a smile. “I understand, honey. And I respect that.” She fished into her purse, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and jotted something onto it. She passed it to her. “Here’s my room number. I’m staying all week.” She stood up and dropped a twenty onto the table. “Breakfast is on me, sweetie. Talk it over with your husband and get back to me, ok?”

Carrie looked at the paper. Room 218. They were in 224. Just down the hall. She looked up and smiled. “Ok, I will.” Sam pursed her lips in a kissing motion and walked across the room, her firm ass looking oh so good in those tight jeans. She glanced back as she turned the corner, giving a quick wave before she disappeared. Carrie looked at the piece of paper again and tucked it into her purse.

She left the restaurant and wandered back out into the lobby, not really having a destination in mind, her mind whirling from what had just happened. She needed to give this some serious thought. Sam seemed ok with having a threesome with them, even though she’d never met James. Maybe she’d finally found the right girl.

She absently went back to the gift shop and wandered the aisles without really looking at anything, her mind miles away. After a while, she looked down at her watch and saw it was almost noon. Time to meet James for lunch. The nooner forgotten, she hurried back to the restaurant and sat at the same table, trying to formulate a way to tell him about Sam and her proposal.

James left the banquet room where he’d given the presentation to his client. It seemed to have gone well and he was hoping to be able to wrap it up by mid-afternoon so he could spend some time in bed with his sexy and very horny wife. It must be the mountain air, he thought as he made his way down the hall, tugging at his tie. She was always a little wild in bed, and usually up for just about anything, but last night and this morning she was like a sex starved nymphomaniac. He just hoped he’d be able to keep up with her for the rest of the week, he thought with a smile.

As he turned the corner into the restaurant, he thought there was a good chance she wouldn’t be there and he’d go back to their room and find her lying naked on the bed waiting for him. Even though he was hungry, he would happily skip lunch to spend an hour making love to her. But he spotted her right away, sitting by the window and looking out, the light from outside partially penetrating the thin white blouse and revealing a silhouette of her slender body under it. As he moved closer, he saw she was wearing a short skirt and knew she would be naked under it, causing his cock to twitch inside his slacks. Damn she was sexy!

She turned as he approached and her face lit up in a smile that literally took his breath away. “Hey! How did the presentation go?”

He leaned down and kissed her before taking off his jacket and sitting down. “Great!” he replied, spreading a napkin on his lap. “I’m pretty sure I sold them on it. We just have to iron out a few details after lunch . . .” He grinned widely and spread his hands, “. . . then I’m all yours!” He leaned across and took her hand. “Please be gentle!”

She giggled girlishly and squeezed his hand, chewing on her lower lip. She shook her head. “Uh-uh! Not a chance!”

He sighed and sat back resignedly. “Ah, the things I have to do. The sacrifices!”

Carrie leaned over and slapped his hands playfully as Beth arrived, glancing with mild curiosity at James. She smiled at them. “Hi again,” she said to Carrie as she placed menus in front of them. They both ordered coffee and James watched her as she walked away. He turned back to Carrie and she was giving him a look.

“What?” he asked, grinning, “Didn’t we agree that I’m allowed to look?”

She raised her eyebrows and tried not to crack a smile, wagging a finger at him. “But don’t touch.” He laughed and shook his head, then leaned forward, taking her small hands in his.

“Baby, I would never cheat on you. Never.” His eyes locked on hers and she knew he meant every word.

“I know,” she replied, equally serious, “and neither would I.”

He smiled but saw something in her eyes and his face became serious again. “Is something wrong?”

She smiled and shook her head. “No, of course not.” He gave her a look that said he didn’t believe her and she sighed, then looked around. “There’s something we need to talk about, but I don’t think this is the place,” she said in a low voice.

He cocked his head, a curious look in his warm brown eyes. “Oh? Can you give me a hint?”

She took a deep breath and looked around again to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “It, uh, concerns something we’ve talked about before.” She paused, her eyes locking on his. “About maybe asking another woman to . . . join us.” She arched an eyebrow and a his face took on a look of sudden comprehension.

“Oh . . . that!” he said, then his brow furrowed. “Why? Did you meet someone?”

She looked around the room again then settled her gaze back on him and nodded. “Maybe.”

He smiled. “I see.” His voice had a playful tone. “And where exactly did you meet this person?”

Just then Beth appeared with the coffee pot. They gave her their lunch order as she filled their cups and she went back into the kitchen. As Carrie watched her go, she caught a glimpse of familiar blonde hair and saw Samantha sitting at a table across the room, watching them with great interest. She quickly averted her eyes back to James, who was watching her expectantly.

“I’m sorry, what did you ask me?” she said, pouring cream into her coffee.

“I asked where you met this woman. And how do you know she’d be up for it?”

Carrie took a sip and added more cream. “I met her here. Earlier. And I know she’d be ‘up for it’, as you put it, because she told me she would be.”

He stared at her for a moment. “Are you telling me that a stranger you’ve never met before came up to you and said, ‘Hey, beautiful! Could I join you and your husband for a little orgy?’”

Carrie laughed shortly and shook her head. “No, not exactly. She wanted me at first and I said I wouldn’t do it without talking to you. Then she said if a threesome was the only way, that was no problem.”

He absorbed this and shook his head. “Wow, that sounds . . .” He seemed to be searching for the right word.

“Unbelievable?” she offered.

“Well, yeah, a little,” he said, the skepticism evident in his voice. “What’s this woman look like, anyway?”

Carrie took another sip. “See that cute blonde sitting alone by the fireplace?” James casually made a pass of the room, never resting his gaze in any one spot. He looked back at her, his eyes telling her that he saw her and found her as attractive as she did. “Her name is Samantha. She gave me her room number and said to let her know what we decide.”

James said nothing for a long time while Carrie swirled the remaining coffee around the bottom of her cup. Finally he leaned back and stroked his chin, eyeing her thoughtfully. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

She looked up and met his eyes, then shrugged. “Maybe, I don’t really know.” She inhaled deeply and swallowed the remains of her coffee. “We always said that with the right person, it could happen.”

He nodded slowly, still stroking his chin. “And you think she might be the right person?”

Again Carrie shrugged, then leaned back and studied his face. His expression was solemn, but she could see the familiar twinkle in his eye that told her he was definitely interested and that the ball was in her court. “I’m not saying we should jump right into bed with her, but maybe we could get to know her and see what happens.”

Just then Beth arrived with her ever present smile and sweet demeanor and set their lunch on the table. They said nothing while she went to get the coffee pot to refill their cups and James gave her a dazzling smile and told her they were fine when she asked if they needed anything else. She returned his smile with a slight blush and went to clear another table, sneaking the occasion glimpse over her shoulder at him.

Carrie noticed this and instead of being upset, grinned with amusement. “I believe you have an admirer,” she said, tilting her head toward the cute waitress. James glanced over at her then returned his gaze to Carrie, his mouth curling in a smile.

“Right. I can barely handle you. Someone that young would kill me for sure!”

She laughed at that and shook her head. “That’s probably true,” she joked, “You’re an old man don’t forget!” He was only two years older than she was, but it was a fact she never allowed him to forget with her constant playful teasing. The truth was he could satisfy her like no other man and she considered herself lucky to have found him.

He chuckled and picked up his BLT, taking a huge bite out of it. Carrie glanced over to where Sam had been sitting, but her table was empty, with only a plate with a napkin crumpled on it and an empty glass to indicate it had been recently occupied. She instinctively looked over to the cashier but no one was there. She must have slipped out shortly after they’d seen her. They ate in relative silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. James finished his sandwich and leaned back, tossing his napkin to his plate.

“So, what should we do about your new friend?” He looked over at her, and his expression told her that he at least wanted to explore the possibility.

“Well,” she replied slowly, leaning forward, “Why don’t I find her while you’re in your meeting and get to know her a little better? Then we can talk about it tonight, maybe meet for drinks or something.”

“Or something?” His eyebrows shot up and his eyes twinkled.

Carrie laughed nervously. “She seemed to be mainly interested in me. What if she wants to . . . you know. . . just the two of us first? Would you be ok with that?”

He thought for a moment before answering. “I think I would,” he said thoughtfully, then grinned and added, “I mean, you would have to screen her performance. A noble sacrifice on your part!” Carrie shot him a dirty look and tossed her balled up napkin at him. He threw it back playfully, then his expression and tone became serious. “It’s not like you’d be sneaking around behind my back. And it isn’t with another guy. I would definitely have a problem with that.”

She nodded, wondering what had prompted her to even ask him that question. Maybe she subconsciously wanted to make love with another woman and was looking for permission to do just that. She admitted to herself that Sam’s offer to teach her had certainly piqued her interest. James continued. “If that’s what you and her decide, then ok.” He took her hand. “Just promise me you won’t fall in love with her and leave me.”

She smiled and squeezed his hand. “Not a chance, lover. You’re stuck with me.”

He gave her that boyish grin that made her knees weak and kissed her hand, then glanced at his watch. “I better be going. With any luck I’ll be able to wrap up early, but you never can tell with these things. If I run late, I’ll call you, ok?” She nodded and they stood up. They embraced and kissed quickly, then he picked up the check and went over to the cashier. She blew him a kiss goodbye then went out into the lobby, her eyes searching the crowd for blonde hair. But Sam had apparently disappeared. She decided to go back to their room to give this some more thought.

She climbed the wide curving staircase to the second floor and walked along the carpeted hallway toward their room. This part of the lodge didn’t have log walls like their room and the dining room did. Instead, the interior walls were of pine boards with dark knots dotting the glossy varnished surface. Pictures of wildlife and nature scenes were spaced between every knotty pine door and wall sconces cast a warm glow along the length of the hall, giving the place the feel of a private residence rather than a hotel.

As she passed the doors, she found herself checking the room numbers, odd on the left, even on the right. She passed 215, then 216, 217 . . . She paused. The next room was 218 - Sam’s room. Would she be in there and if she knocked on her door, what would she say? She hesitated a second longer, then began to walk past, her momentary bravery suddenly evaporating.

She quickly made her way to her door and was digging in her purse for her key when a noise caught her attention. She looked up and saw Sam standing at her open door, still wearing the same tight jeans and sweater she’d had on earlier. She was smiling and didn’t seem at all surprised to find Carrie in the hallway.

“Hi,” she said, starting toward her. Carrie forgot about the key in her purse and tried to smile.

“Oh, hi, Sam,” she said, her voice wavering. She stood there watching the attractive blonde walk toward her, her hips swaying and her breasts barely moving under the tight sweater. She swallowed hard and waited until Sam stopped next to her, her blue eyes glittering with an alluring light. “H . . . how are you?”

Sam ignored her question, letting her eyes move over Carrie’s body before locking onto her bottle green eyes. “Your husband is very good looking,” she said, her piercing blue eyes seeming to look into her very soul. Carrie simply stood still, not moving or speaking. “Is he as good in bed as he is to look at?” She leaned in closer until her lips brushed Carrie’s ear, her warm breath sending shivers down her spine. “Does he make you cum over and over until it feels like you’re going to pass out from pleasure?” She pulled her lips from her ear and turned her head so their faces were only inches apart. “Because I know I can make you cum again, . . . and again, . . . and again, . . . until you beg me to stop. But I won’t. I’ll keep you cumming so hard you may never want to fuck a man ever again.”

Carrie was speechless. Sam’s come on had taken her completely by surprise and she hadn’t felt such strong sexual tension since the first time she’d had sex. The pretty blonde pulled back and studied her eyes for a moment before speaking. “I saw you both checking me out in the restaurant so I’m guessing you asked him about me.”

Carrie nodded, dropping her eyes and fidgeting nervously with the clasp of her small purse. “Yes,” she said quietly, “I asked him.”

Sam continued to stare at her. “And . . .?”

Carrie took a deep breath. She was nervous, scared, and excited all at once. Somehow she found her voice and managed not to let it waver too much. “He said . . . that if I wanted to try it alone with you first, it was ok.” She looked up and saw a smile forming on Sam’s face. “He wants to meet later, for drinks.”

Sam nodded, then leaned in and lightly kissed her on the lips. “Then come to my room, baby,” she whispered softly, so close that her lips touched Carrie’s when she spoke. “Let me make love to you like only a woman can.” Before Carrie fully realized what was happening, Sam had taken her by the hand and was leading her to her room. She offered no resistance, following in an almost trance-like state as Sam led her through the door and closed it softly behind her.

Carrie looked around. The room was identical to theirs except for a different bedspread and curtains. She absently dropped her purse onto the table by the door and felt hands on her shoulders, kneading them gently. Her hands dropped to her sides and she closed her eyes, enjoying the soft touch of Sam’s soothing fingers. She could feel herself becoming very damp between her legs and wondered if Sam could smell the scent of her excited sex. It seemed very strong in her own nostrils and wondered if it was just her imagination or if her body was giving away her desires to this strong willed woman.

She felt warm breath on her neck followed quickly by soft lips leaving kisses on her skin, then delicate hands pushing her blouse aside so she could move along part of her shoulders. She heard herself murmur something and the hands moved from her shoulders around to the buttons of her blouse. She allowed her to undo them, simply enjoying her touch and warm kisses. When she had enough undone to allow her access to Carrie’s firm breasts, her hand moved inside and began to lightly tease her nipples. Carrie gasped and Sam’s breath was once again in her ear.

“Ooo, sensitive nipples,” she whispered, her breath now coming in short pants, “I’ve made women cum just by playing with their nipples.” She pinched one, causing Carrie to gasp. “Do you want me to make you cum, Carrie?”

Overcome by the feel of Sam’s gentle hands caressing her breasts and her warm breath in her ear, Carrie fond herself torn between two emotions. Her obvious lust and desire to make love with the beautiful woman fondling her breasts was strong and the dampness on her bare pussy lips confirmed her arousal. She wanted to give in; allow Samantha to have her way with her and fulfill her promise of a long, intense orgasm.

But then James entered her mind and her erotically charged lesbian fantasy was replaced by his warm smile and the way he made love to her, and she hesitated. Yes, he had given her his ok to do what she wanted with Sam, but was that only to please her? She couldn’t help but put herself in his position and try to picture him with someone else. She couldn’t imagine herself doing it.

Sam’s fingers were pinching her hard nipples and massaging her firm breasts and it felt so good, but suddenly very wrong. She brought her hands up and lay them over Sam’s, then slowly pulled them from her breasts. Sam’s lips brushed her ear again.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she breathed, “Don’t you like that?”

Carrie wriggled from her embrace and turned to her, her trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She looked down, then slowly lifted her face to Sam’s.

“I . . .I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I can’t do this.” She pushed past Sam and started toward her purse on the table by the door, but she felt a hand on her arm, gentle, yet firm. She stopped and turned again to face the attractive blonde.

“What is it? Am I moving too fast?”

Carrie shook her head as she hurriedly fastened the last button. “Maybe . . .I don’t know. It’s just that . . .” She paused and took a breath, finally looking up into Samantha’s bright blue eyes. She could see the disappointment in them, mixed with concern. “. . .I keep thinking of James, and even though he said this was ok, I still feel like I’m cheating on him.” Sam simply looked at her without replying and eventually Carrie turned to the door, taking the knob in her hand.

“What if he were here too?” Sam asked before she could open the door. “Would that be ok?”

Carrie paused, her hand still clutching the doorknob. She felt Sam’s gentle hand on her shoulder. “I really like you, Carrie. And I think we could be wonderful together.” Carrie didn’t turn around, but she didn’t open the door either. She felt Sam’s grip tighten and turned her around, lifting her face up to look at her. “Why don’t we keep that date for drinks and talk it over, all three of us. Please don’t give up on this, sweetie. If you do, you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering ‘what if’.”

Carrie thought about it for a second, then nodded. “All right.”

Sam’s smile returned. She cupped Carrie’s cheek in her palm, then leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Ok. How about if we meet in the bar at eight?” Carrie nodded and mumbled an affirmative. Sam reached down and pulled the door open for her. “Ok, honey. I’ll see you then.”

Carrie turned to go and Sam’s hand pulled her to face her once again. “I respect your commitment to your husband, Carrie. If you decide this is too much, please don’t feel bad about it, ok?” She gave her one of her sweet smiles and Carrie managed a small one in return.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and quickly went out into the hall.

Sam closed the door and sighed heavily. She went over to the window and looked out at the lake. The blue sky of that morning had been replaced by thick gray clouds and already a few snowflakes were starting to flutter around the window pane. The parking lot had only a few vehicles in it because of the threat of the approaching storm and as she watched the thickening snow she wondered if there was any hope of bringing the pretty brunette into her bed.

Her hand stroked her breast, then she dropped it to the button of her jeans. She quickly had them unzipped and slipped her fingers into her panties, closing her eyes as she contacted her clit and began to massage it slowly. This would take care of her immediate needs, but she needed the touch of another person, preferably a woman. Suddenly her eyes opened and a smile crept across her face. Maybe there was another option.

Carrie walked quickly to her room, fumbling for the key as she walked. Her hands trembled as she inserted the key in the lock and opened the door. She tossed her purse on the dresser and went over to the window, her fingers toying with the buttons of her blouse as she stared absently out at the gathering clouds. She took a deep breath to try and stop herself from shaking. What had she nearly done? She loved her husband so much it hurt her to think she may have almost jeopardized the amazing relationship they shared. So what if had given her his assent? It still felt wrong not to have him there. Perhaps things would be different tonight. She was still very much attracted to the cute blonde down the hall and hoped her little moment of doubt hadn’t completely ruined the chances of them getting together.

She went into the bathroom and started a bath, then went out to the small refrigerator and took out one of the bottles of wine they’d brought along. She poured herself a glass, then quickly slipped out of her clothes and went back into the bathroom, sipping on the wine. As she sank into the warm water, she felt all the stress start to melt away and closed her eyes, lying her head against a rolled up towel. If she could just relax and think, she was sure she could work it out.

James smiled and shook the hands of the clients as they wrapped up the presentation. It had gone as well as he’d hoped and he now had the signed contract safely tucked away in his briefcase. His train of thought had been constantly interrupted all afternoon by the thoughts of what his wife and the pretty blond might be doing together and more than once he’d had to concentrate to prevent himself from growing a hard-on during the meeting. Would Carrie have the courage to actually spend the afternoon in bed with another woman? She had always been willing to entertain any new sexual games or positions he’d ever come up with, and while a few didn’t work out, most did. As a result, their sex life was always exciting and never the same boring routine, whether it was sex in public or simply a new position one of them had heard or read about. She was without a doubt the most sexually liberal woman he had ever been with. Surely another woman would be just another new adventure for her.

As the clients made their way out of the meeting room and the hotel staff began to clean up the food trays and drink glasses, he closed his laptop and nodded a greeting to an attractive dark haired woman in one of the hotel’s knee length blue skirts and white blouse. She smiled warmly at him and he caught just a hint of a lacy white bra inside her partially unbuttoned blouse as she bent over to pick up the dishes. As he made his way out the door, he could feel his cock starting to grow at the idea of Carrie’s little tryst and hoped she would still be ready for a good fuck before dinner.

As he climbed the stairs to the second floor, he glanced at his watch. Four-forty-five. He’d hoped to wrap up the meeting earlier, but you never could tell about these things. At least that gave Carrie plenty of time to finish up with Samantha and hopefully be waiting to tell him all about it as he plunged his cock deep inside her tight pussy, still wet from Sam’s tongue.

He reached the landing and started the seemingly long walk down the carpeted hall to their room. He hadn’t taken more than a few strides when a door opened just a few doors from theirs and a familiar figure stepped out into the hall and pulled the door closed behind her. She was wearing one of the hotel’s blue skirts and when she turned toward him, he recognized her as Beth, the waitress from the restaurant. She stopped suddenly when she saw him and he saw her face blush a deep red.

“Well, hello there,” he said as he came closer, noting that she had just come out of room 218.

“Uh . . .hi,” she stammered, trying to give him a smile. He could see now that she was very nervous and her clothes and hair were slightly disheveled. He quickly put two and two together and smiled at the pretty young girl.

“Relax, honey, I won’t tell,” he said with a wink, nodding toward the door she’d just came out of.

She gave him a nervous smile, her large brown eyes transmitting her thanks. He turned as she hurried down the hall and down the steps, watching her sexy ass under the tight skirt until she was out of sight. He chuckled to himself and reached into his pocket for his room key, wondering what lucky guest had seduced the cute waitress.

He opened the door and stepped in, looking around for Carrie. He saw her crumpled skirt and blouse on the floor and loosened his tie. “Carrie?” No answer. He went over to the half closed bathroom door and tapped on it, pushing it open. “Honey? Are you here?

As the door swung open, he saw her lying in the bathtub, her eyes closed and her bare breasts rising and falling as she slept. He went over quietly and sat on the edge of the tub, watching her sleep for a long moment before reaching out and caressing her cheek softly.

“Carrie?”

She stirred at his touch and when he spoke her name, her eyes fluttered open. She seemed a little disorientated for a second, then looked up at him.

“James! Oh, I must have dozed off! What time is it?”

He chuckled and gently squeezed her firm breast. “Needed a little rest after a busy afternoon?” he asked, his eyes sparkling as he grinned down at her.

She looked away, then slowly shook her head. “I . . .I couldn’t do it,” she said quietly, then gave him a run-down of what had happened with Samantha. When she finished, she looked up at him, her hand resting on his knee. “It just didn’t feel right without you.”

He smiled, leaned down, and kissed her. She responded immediately, her hand going to his head and holding his mouth to hers as her tongue snaked into his mouth. Just his nearness, his scent, was making her wet and all she wanted at that moment was for him to take her to the bed and make love to her. They continued to kiss for another moment, then James pulled back and reached both hands down to her. She took his hands and he pulled her to her feet, the water streaming down her naked body and making him hard almost instantly. He helped her gingerly step over the side of the tub, then pulled her wet body to his, kissing her deeply as the front of his suit became wet from her dripping body.

Suddenly, he reached down and picked her up, still kissing her, and carried her out into the main room. He stopped before the bed and broke off the kiss, giving her a stern look.

“So you couldn’t fuck another woman, huh?” He glared at her, his eyes twinkling playfully.

Carrie, recognizing his role playing persona, immediately slipped into her character of the submissive slut.

“I . . .I’m sorry,” she mumbled, lowering her eyes. “I tried . . .” she said apologetically, “. . .but I just couldn’t do it.”

He shook his head and sighed, then threw her roughly onto the bed. “Then I guess I’m going to have to punish you. You know I wanted you to fuck her so you’d be ready when we all got together later.”

Carrie crawled to her knees on the bed and bowed her head. “I deserve to be punished,” she murmured in a low voice, “I failed you.”

He stepped closer to the bed and unfastened his belt. “You can start by sucking my cock,” he told her, standing with his hands at his sides.

Carrie crawled over to him and began to unfasten his pants. She pulled them down, then his boxers, and pulled out his hard cock. She looked up at him and he nodded. She gripped his hard member and slowly took it into her mouth, sucking hard as she did.

“More,” he said, placing a hand on the back of her head, “I want you to take it all, you disobedient little slut.”

He pushed her head forward, forcing the tip of his cock into her throat. He heard her gag, but knew she could easily handle his full length. This, he knew, was her favorite type of role-play and she often came just from sucking him while he treated her like this.

He watched as his beautiful naked wife took his entire length, her nose bumping against his trimmed pubic hair. She began to move back and forth, gagging sounds coming from deep in her throat as she pumped his cock in and out of her hot little mouth.

“Mmmm,” he murmured, pushing her hair from her face, “that’s good, my little slut. You like sucking my big cock, don’t you?” Carrie managed a nod without breaking her rhythm. “When you finish sucking me, I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, then I’m going to cum all over that pretty face and watch you lick it up and swallow it.” She raised her eyes upward and nodded again, his thick cock still between her luscious lips.

She kept this up for a few more minutes while he took off his coat, tie and shirt until he recognized from her body language that her jaw was getting tired, then he pushed her back onto the bed. “All right, slut, turn around and give me that pussy.”

Carrie spun around and knelt on the bed on all fours while he kicked off his pants and shorts. He looked down at his naked wife, her ass pointing up at him while her face was buried in the covers of the bed. He reached out and gave her ass a solid slap and she cried out. He slapped her again and this time she moaned and whimpered, wriggling her reddening ass. He grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide, opening her pink pussy, swollen and dripping with her juices. Her tiny puckered asshole was looking straight up at him and he dipped a finger into her wet snatch, then rubbed it over her little rosebud. Carrie moaned and turned her head to one side, eyes closed. He continued to rub her back door, spreading more and more of her wetness over it.

“Would you like me to fuck you in that tight little ass, you horny bitch?” he teased, pressing his finger against her hole.

“Oh . . .” she moaned, “If that’s what you deem to be my punishment.” She gasped as he inserted his finger into her tight asshole. At the same time, he slid the tip of his cock along her wet lips, causing her to moan louder and push back, trying to force him to penetrate her pussy.

“Please . . .” she moaned, “. . .please fuck me now. I don’t care where. I just need to feel your cock inside me!”

He smiled and pushed his finger deeper into her tight little ass, causing her to grunt and grip the sheets. “I’ll fuck you when and where I want to, whore.” He reached down and grabbed her long hair, pulling her head up. “Do you understand?”

She attempted a nod, but he was holding her hair too tight. Not enough to actually hurt her - he knew her limits well - but enough to cause her some discomfort. “Y . . .yes, I . . .understand. I’m sorry.”

He leaned over her, his cock slipping between her labia. “Good. Don’t forget who is in charge here.”

She moaned as he pressed harder, pushing into her warm, wet pussy. She could feel him spreading her wider as he sank deeper, and his finger began to push in and out of her distended asshole, going deeper each time until he was fucking her with the entire length. She was in ecstasy, his cock finally fucking her while he diddled with her ass. Anal was a fairly recent addition to their sexual games, and she had only taken his cock a few times, but she was quickly learning to love it. The combination of his cock in her pussy and his finger in her ass was quickly bringing her to the brink of orgasm and she knew it would be a good one.

James began to move a little faster, thrusting deep into her until his pelvis met with the curve of her ass. She could feel his heavy ball sac slapping against her clit and his hand tugging on her hair was almost too much. She felt herself starting to cum, her body tensing and her pussy tightening around his thrusting cock. He must have felt it too because he began to slam harder into her, moving faster and faster. She began a long wail as her climax built and released. He continued his assault, their bodies slamming together almost in a blur. The room was filled with slapping of their sweaty skin and their gasping breaths, combined with Carrie’s increasingly louder moans.

She came for what seemed an eternity. His jack-hammer thrusts kept her cumming again and again until she lost count. It seemed unbelievable that he was able to last as long as he did, but he had always been an amazing lover, and never failed to pleasure her before he finally came. Finally, she felt his thrusts slowing and could hear his moans over her own from somewhere in the foggy depths of her barely conscious mind. A few seconds later, his finger was pulled from her rectum and then his cock was torn from her spasming pussy. She felt his hands on her waist and knew what to do.

Quickly, she spun around and presented her face to him while he stroked his wet cock. She looked up at him; at the grim look of concentration on his flushed face, then down at the swollen purple tip of his cock as he pumped it, pointing it at her face. He reached out with his other hand and grabbed her hair, yanking back until she was looking up at him, her mouth open to receive his load.

“Oh yeah, you fucking slut, I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face. Open wide!”

Carrie tried to open her mouth wider, pushing her tongue out just as he closed his eyes and groaned. A second later she felt his hot seed shooting into her face and closed her eyes. He came a lot, covering her face and depositing a good amount in her mouth and on her tongue. When he finally finished, he placed the tip of his cock against her lips and she eagerly sucked it in as he wiped gobs of thick semen from her face and eyelids. She opened her eyes and looked up at him as she took his seeping cock into her mouth and sucked until she had every drop, then swallowed it and licked him clean, her face streaked with his cum.

He smiled down at her and stroked her hair. “Holy fuck, baby, you are so good at that! Are you sure I’m not being too rough?”

She gave his cock one final lick, then sat back shaking her head. “No way! I love it!”

He chuckled and wiped another splatter of cum from her cheek. She grabbed his hand sucked his cummy finger into her mouth, cleaning the cum from it, then smacked her lips and grinned. “Mmm, you had pineapple juice, didn’t you?” They had both discovered that if he drank pineapple juice before sex, it made his cum taste sweeter.

He nodded and smiled sheepishly. “I had a feeling something like this might happen.”

Carrie laughed and wiped some more from her face, then licked it from her fingers. “Oh, you did, huh?”

He helped her to her feet and pulled her close. “Call me crazy, but I think you are one horny chick!”

She kissed him quickly, her hand going down and pinching his firm ass. “I just can’t help myself around you, lover,” she whispered. They kissed long and deep for a moment, then Carrie pulled away and glanced over at the clock. It was nearly six o’clock. “If we’re going to meet Samantha at eight, we should get dressed and go for dinner.”

They both went into the bathroom and she cleaned off her face while he started the shower. James went over to her and kissed her again. “We should go over some ground rules, too.” She gave him a questioning look. “You know, what we’re each ok with the other doing, stuff like that.”

Carrie nodded. “You mean, would I be ok if you fucked her?”

He shrugged. “It would be good to know because chances are it’s going to come up.”

Carrie thought for a minute, then met his eyes. “I know you love me, baby, and I know that tonight is just about sex. What we have is more, and whatever happens tonight isn’t going to change the way I feel about you. I love you too much to allow that to happen, and I trust you implicitly.”

He stroked her cheek as steam began to fill the room. “I love you so much, Carrie, and I trust you too. This will be a great adventure, nothing more.”

She smiled and kissed him, then took his hand and led him into the shower.

Samantha had been sitting at the bar for about half an hour. It was almost eight now and she was watching the door, hoping that Carrie hadn’t changed her mind. The little tryst with Beth after Carrie had left her all hot and bothered that afternoon had quenched her fire somewhat, and while the pretty young girl had been a very willing and competent partner, Carrie was the one she truly desired. Her husband was also very hot and it had been some time since she’d enjoyed a threesome. Hopefully, that would soon change.

She sipped at her drink, only her second, and politely turned down an offer to join a group of people at one table that were one girl short for three couples. She smiled to herself, thinking one of the girls might be lucky enough to get double-teamed instead, then chuckled to herself. She was such a perv sometimes!

At a few minutes after eight, the door opened and James stepped in with Carrie holding his arm. He was wearing a pair of khaki slacks and an off white shirt, while Carrie wore a very short black mini skirt and white blouse. Every male head in the room turned as they crossed the room and her sexy attire gave Samantha a glimmer of hope that things would come to fruition. She licked her lips and felt the familiar surge of adrenalin at the anticipation of a new sexual experience. She waved at them and smiled as they saw her and came over to her.

“Hey, there! You decided to come!” she said, standing up from her bar stool.

Carrie returned her smile, although somewhat nervously. “Samantha, this is my husband, James.”

James held out his hand and Sam shook it, then indicated an empty table in the corner. “Why don’t we sit over there where we can talk.” They all made their way over to the table and after giving their drink orders to the waitress, sat quietly. Finally Samantha took the initiative.

“I know this can be a little awkward at first,” she said, reaching out to touch Carrie’s hand, “but we’ll soon get over the initial weirdness and once we all get naked . . .” she grinned, “we’re gonna have a great time!” Her eyes sparkled with excitement as they moved from Carrie to James, then back to Carrie.

“This is all new to us,” Carrie explained, “but it’s something we’ve wanted to do for a while now.”

James nodded and took over. “Yes, we just needed to find the right person.”

Samantha chewed on her lip. “And you think that I’m that person?”

James and Carrie exchanged a look, then Carrie nodded. “I believe so. You’re experienced with women, and you seemed to have no problem with inviting James to join in so I’m guessing you’ve done that before too.”

Samantha took a sip of her drink and laughed softly, nodding. “Yes, you guess correctly.” She looked up at them and her expression grew more serious. “But I don’t do this all the time, and not with just anyone who asks. I’m very particular about who I invite into my bed.” Her face softened. “I just wanted you both to know that.”

James nodded approvingly. “Thank you. That means a lot.” Carrie smiled and nodded her agreement.

They sat there for about an hour, getting to know one another a little better and having a few drinks to relax. Samantha asked if there was anything they would be uncomfortable with and after a short pause, they both shook their heads. If they were going to do this, they wanted the full experience. Who knew if they would have another opportunity anytime soon.

After they’d all finished their third drinks, James looked at the two beautiful women and said, “Are we ready to do this?”

Sam looked at Carrie and she nodded. They all got up and James went to the bar to pay the tab while the two women went out into the lobby. Samantha took Carrie’s hand and turned to face her. “This is going to be a night you won’t forget, baby,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss her briefly.

Carrie, feeling a little nervous despite the three Long Island iced teas she’d had, only smiled and nodded. A moment later James rejoined them and they made their way up the stairs to the second floor. They had agreed to use Samantha’s room and when James saw the room number, he smiled to himself. So this was the lucky “guy” who had seduced the cute waitress earlier.

Samantha opened the door and stepped aside to allow them in first. They went in and she closed the door behind them, then went over to the mini bar. “Would you guys like another drink first?” James took a scotch but Carrie said no, explaining that she had already reached her limit with the wine and drinks at the bar.

They sat around chatting, with Carrie sitting close to James on the edge of the bed while Samantha sat in the wing back chair a few feet away. She crossed her long legs as she sipped at her drink, her soft blue eyes moving back and forth from James to Carrie as they talked about this and that - small talk that they hoped would ease the sexual tension they all felt at one level or another.

Finally, Samantha set her drink down and unfolded her long legs. She stood up and came over in front of them, looking from one to the other. Carrie looked up at her, then lowered her eyes nervously and leaned closer to her husband. James, despite the enviable position he now found himself in, was surprised at his own trepidation in closing the deal, so to speak. Here he had two gorgeous, horny women who wanted to have sex with him - and each other - and he was actually having second thoughts!

Samantha seemed to sense their reluctance and reached out a hand to each of them, smiling warmly.

“It’s ok to be a little nervous,” she said as each of them took her offered hand after a few seconds of hesitation. She smiled warmly as they stood up with her. “I know this is all new to you and I promise to make it as comfortable and exciting as possible.” She kissed each of them briefly on the lips and grinned. “I promise you’re gonna love it!”

Carrie, feeling some relief at her encouraging words, looked over at James, taking his hand. He turned to her and they smiled at one another, then kissed. It was just a soft, lingering peck on the lips at first, then they began to take it further, kissing deeper. Tongues became involved and hands roamed.

Samantha smiled and watched as they made out like two lovestruck school kids, so wrapped up in one another that they seemed to forget she was even there. Her eyes moved up and down, taking in the sexy curves of Carrie’s hot body in the tight skirt, then she studied James closer. While Carrie had been her main focus for the evenings activities, the more she got to know her handsome and charming husband, the more she liked him. He looked like he had an athlete’s body under his modest but stylish clothes and she couldn’t wait to get his shirt off and see for herself. And if he was even half as good in bed as Carrie had insinuated, this was going to be a very interesting night!

She allowed them to finish their kiss, then moved closer as they pulled apart, her arms around each of their shoulders and her face as close as theirs were to one another. She looked into James’ eyes for a moment, then Carrie’s. Carrie licked her lips nervously, but before she had a chance to move or say anything, Samantha’s lips were pressed to hers and her tongue probed at her soft lips. At first, Carrie’s only response was to tense up, but Sam persisted and after a few seconds, she relaxed and began returning the kiss, parting her lips to allow Sam’s tongue into her mouth.

James watched in fascination, his face only inches from theirs, as his sexy wife kissed the hot blonde passionately. He felt his already hard cock twitch at the sight, amazed at how much it turned him on to watch his wife with another woman. Samantha’s sexy body was pressing against his and he could feel the soft flesh of her breast against his chest.

They continued the kiss for maybe thirty seconds, then Samantha broke it off and gave Carrie a quick peck, smiling at her. “Mmm, I love your kisses!” she whispered, planting one more on her wet lips. “Would it be ok if . . .?” She tilted her head toward James. Carrie looked over at him, then back to Sam and nodded. Sam grinned and turned to James, moving in quickly to kiss him hard, her tongue pushing into his mouth.

James, surprised by her sudden advances, took a few seconds to respond, then began to kiss her hungrily, sucking on her tongue and pushing his own into her mouth. After all these years with Carrie, this was the first time he had ever kissed another woman and the feeling was . . .well, different. In a good way. As their tongues lashed together, he wondered how much different her pussy would feel and felt himself grow so hard he thought he may burst out of his pants.

Carrie watched her husband kissing her and couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, even as Sam’s hand caressed the back of her neck while she was doing it. They pulled apart after a few seconds, leaving them both a little breathless. Sam ran her hands down each of their backs and settled on their asses, giving each a little squeeze.

“Why don’t you . . .,” she said, turning to Carrie, “. . .introduce me to your husband’s big cock.” She grinned at James. “We can both go down and say hello!”

Carrie looked to James as if seeking his approval, but he only grinned and nodded at the sexy blonde. “Oh, yeah!” he replied, his eyes sparkling.

Sam laughed and kissed them both again, then reached down and began to undo his pants. Carrie watched her, trying to quell the jealous feeling by telling herself this was only sex. James loved her, and he promised that wouldn’t change. As Samantha began to work his pants down, she resolved herself to stop feeling jealous and just enjoy the experience.

Sam let James’ slacks drop around his ankles and looked down at the huge tent in his boxers. She let out a low whistle and looked up at Carrie, grinning. “Holy crap, girl! I see now why you married him!”

Carrie giggled and James felt his face getting hot. He knew he was a little above average, though not what you would call huge. He was a little uncomfortable being scrutinized and was relieved when Sam turned her lustful gaze to his wife.

“Maybe you and I should do this topless,” she suggested with a wink. Carrie grinned and reached for the hem of her shirt. Even under these extraordinary circumstances, she was comfortable being naked and had no problem baring her breasts for the hot blonde. She quickly had her top off and Samantha licked her lips as her eyes traveled over her full tits with the rock-hard nipples. “Oh, wow, those are gorgeous!” she exclaimed, reaching out to cup one. Carrie sighed as her fingers touched her areola, making slow, delicate circles around her engorged nipples.

James watched silently, his pants crumpled around his ankles and his cock making a wet spot on his boxers. Samantha seemed to come out of a daze and grinned, then pulled her own top off, shaking her hair free as she did. Her breasts spilled out, quivering slightly as they settled high on her chest, her nipples pointing upward. She teasingly licked a finger, then began to rub it around, then over her swollen nubs, smiling at each of them as she did. “I love having my nipples played with . . .and sucked,” she breathed, closing her eyes as a look of serene pleasure enveloped her pretty face.

Carrie watched her for a few seconds, then looked over at James, who quickly averted his eyes from Sam’s perky breasts. He smiled feebly at her and she laughed, trying to show him that it was ok for him to admire their new friend’s tits. She certainly was.

Sam opened her eyes and looked back down at James’ throbbing hardon inside his boxers, the growing wet spot clearly visible. She looked over at Carrie and grinned. “Somebody wants some attention!” she said with a little girlish giggle. She grasped Carrie’s hand and dropped to her knees

before him, pulling her down with her. She reached up and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and began to work them down over his erect cock.

Carrie watched as another woman slowly exposed her husband’s thick, hard cock; hers alone for the past eight years. Now here she was, sharing her man with this beautiful and exciting woman, and it felt incredibly erotic. As the soft purple head emerged, then, inch by inch his rough shaft, she licked her lips in anticipation of having him in her mouth again. She truly loved sucking his cock and giving him the pleasure she knew he experienced from it. Samantha was slowly lowering his boxers, her eyes glued to his hard phallus and her tongue moving almost unconsciously across her lips.

When she finally pulled them low enough to fully release him, his cock was pointing straight out at them, his balls heavy and his scant pubic hair curling around the base. Samantha looked up at him and took him in her hand.

“Mmm, I bet you taste good!” she said, then quickly parted her lips and sucked the head into her mouth, rolling her tongue across it like a lollipop. James sighed and looked down at the two women kneeling before him. Carrie was watching Sam suck on his cock, taking nearly half of it into her mouth before releasing it and passing it to her. “Your turn, sweetie,” she said with a wink.

Carrie took him in her hand and pressed her lips to the soft tip, her tongue poking out and licking up a drop of precum before plunging him into her mouth, sucking hard and pumping him with her hand. James moaned and she felt a small taste of satisfaction that she was able to get more of a reaction from him than Sam had. Of course, she’d had eight years to learn what turned him on, but it was still a good feeling.

They began to switch off, each taking him for a minute at a time. James began to feel himself inching closer and closer to release. The idea of two beautiful women taking turns blowing him combined with their different styles was one of the most erotic things he could ever remember doing. Trying to hold himself off as long as possible, he began to think of something else - his presentation that afternoon, the increasingly stormy weather outside, meeting Beth exiting Sam’s room that afternoon. Oh shit.

He looked down to see Carrie now had him deep in her throat while Samantha held her hair back with one hand while cradling his balls with the other. This was too much. No man could withstand this kind of pleasure for very long without exploding.

“Oh, fuck . . .!” he gasped, feeling his balls tighten.

Carrie knew exactly what was about to happen and Sam seemed to as well. “Pull off!” she urged, “Let him cum on our faces!” Carrie pulled his cock from her lips, her hand pumping it steadily while they both looked up at him, their mouths open. “Come on, baby!” Sam whispered, “Let us have it!”

James looked down again at the two beautiful faces looking up and waiting to receive his load and that was all it took. He stiffened and groaned, and a second later he felt the surge of his cum being ejected through his shaft. He cried out and looked down as shot after shot erupted from his cock, splattering the faces and open mouths of both girls equally. As his orgasm subsided and his body relaxed, he felt warm lips suckling on the sensitive head of his cock. He looked down to see Sam popping it from her lips and passing it to Carrie, grinning up at him with splotches of his seed covering her face.

“You taste yummy, baby!” Sam exclaimed, licking her lips. Carrie sucked on his cock for a moment, then released it, her own lips smacking.

“He drinks lots of pineapple juice,” she said, smiling up at a very satisfied James.

“Ah, good idea,” Sam said, wiping a gob from her cheek and popping her finger into her mouth. “Mmm . . .very good!”

James took a half step backward and sat down on the bed, his pants and shorts still around his feet. He looked down at the cum-streaked faces of the girls and smiled. This was already hotter than he ever imagined, and they were just getting started!

Sam got to her feet. “I’ll get you a towel,” she said to Carrie and wandered off to the bathroom. James looked down at his wife wearing only the tight black skirt, her breasts and face splattered with his cum.

“Are you ok?” he asked quietly.

Carrie glanced toward the open bathroom door, where they could hear water running, then back to him and nodded, smiling. “I’m ok.”

He watched her for a long moment, studying her eyes. He could read some trepidation in them, but no hurt feelings. He smiled down at her as Sam emerged from the bathroom with a towel. While in there, she’d removed the tight jeans and was now wearing only a very skimpy pair of black lace panties, smiling at them both as she walked sexily over to where they were. Both of them could only stare at her beautiful body, her long legs and those amazing tits until she stopped before them and passed a towel to Carrie.

“I figured we might as well all get comfortable,” she said, running her hands over her nearly bare hips. James swallowed hard, feeling his recently deflated penis attempt a revival at the sight of the hot blonde in the tiny panties.

Carrie accepted the towel and began to wipe her face, dividing her attention between Samantha’s nearly nude body and James. It wasn’t hard to tell he was enjoying himself, and she was as well. So far, everything was going according to plan. This was just sex; no more. He was simply a man admiring a pretty girl, and she could hardly fault him for that. She realized that Sam was speaking to her and blinked out of her thoughts.

“Huh?”

Sam winked at James. “I guess your wife likes what she sees too!” James chuckled and Sam grinned down at her, reaching out a hand. Carrie felt herself blushing, but allowed Sam to help her to her feet. She caressed Carrie’s cheek, then let her hand move down over the swell of her breast, along her torso to the curve of her hips inside the short skirt. Carrie shivered at her delicate touch, so unlike that of a man. Sam leaned in and kissed her, then nodded to her skirt.

“I think it’s time we all undressed,” she said softly, her fingers moving to the button of the skirt. Carrie simply stood there and allowed her to unfasten the button and slowly lower the zipper. Her skirt slid over the curve of her hips and dropped to her feet, leaving her naked with the exception of her stiletto heels. She bent over to unstrap them, but Sam stopped her. “Leave them on,” she said, “At least for now.” They both turned to James and he pulled his eyes from Carrie’s nakedness long enough to nod his agreement.

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered, still nodding, “Definitely leave them on!”

Carrie smiled at him, pleased that even with Samantha standing there in nearly the same state of undress, she could still take his breath away. Sam began to work her small panties down, exposing her mons with the light blonde rectangle of hair over a shaved pussy. She pulled it over her bare feet - she had taken her shoes off in the bathroom when she took her jeans off - and tossed it aside. Now both women stood before him, naked, and very appealing. He felt his cock twitch again and absently wondered just how many more times he’d be able to perform that day.

Sam reached out and embraced Carrie, kissing her deeply. As James watched, their naked flesh pressed together; breasts to breasts; nipples to nipples. He moaned at the incredible beauty before him and silently thanked the gods of sex for the bounty they had bestowed upon him. The girls separated and turned to him, still arm in arm. Sam leaned in and whispered something in Carrie’s ear, causing her to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” James asked.

Sam looked at Carrie then turned to him. “I was just asking how long it will take you to be back and ready for action.”

Carrie laughed. “I don’t know, it might be a while. He’s had a very busy day!”

James grinned and looked down at his flaccid penis, lifting it and letting it drop back down. He looked back up at them and shrugged. “They way you two look, I don’t think it’ll take too long.”

Samantha’s eyebrows went up and she grinned, her hand moving to Carrie’s breast. “Well, maybe we can do something to help you along.” She placed her hands on Carrie’s shoulders and began to kiss her lips, cheeks, and neck as she slowly moved her backward until she bumped against the bed. She pulled her lips from Carrie’s and smiled. “Why don’t you just lie back and let me take care of you?”

Carrie sat down on the bed and allowed Samantha to push her down so she was lying on her back. She wriggled further along it until she was completely on the bed, her eyes locked on the naked blonde watching her lustily while she teased her hard nipples. When Carrie was in position, Samantha pushed her feet apart and knelt on the bed between her legs, then leaned over her. Her breasts swung pendulously, brushing against Carrie’s as she crawled up and kissed her. As their lips met and Sam’s tongue pushed into her mouth, Carrie felt her pussy leaking at the thought of what was coming.

James moved to the bed and sat next to Carrie as Sam broke of the kiss and began to move her lips down to Carrie’s breasts, sensually teasing and sucking on each of her nipples in a way that made her shudder with pleasure. At that moment, she fully believed the blonde’s earlier claim to be able to make her cum just by sucking on her tits.

But Samantha had other plans. The scent of Carrie’s excited pussy was strong and she couldn’t wait to be lapping up her sweet juices. She kissed down her hard belly and breathed along her swollen, wet lips. Carrie moaned and wriggled on the bed as her lips brushed along her labia, wishing she would stop her teasing and just lick her wet pussy.

James watched all this is in silence, already feeling his cock beginning to recover. It was amazingly erotic to watch his wife being pleasured by another woman - more so than he had expected. He reached out and began to tease Carrie’s nipples as Sam’s head ducked between his wife’s spread legs.

Carrie gasped and moaned, closing her eyes as she felt Sam’s tongue start its slow, probing caress along her sensitive pussy lips. The combination of her tongue in her pussy and James rubbing her nipples was amazing. She began to rock her hips in time to Sam’s tonguing, already feeling the tingle deep inside her pussy begin to grow stronger.

After several minutes, Carrie was barely able to form a coherent thought. Sam was alternating between her clit and sucking on her dripping cunt, with two fingers probing at her g-spot. James was still playing with her tits, now pinching and tugging on her nipples at her own insistence. The result was that she was on the verge of a crashing orgasm, her body completely at the mercy of her two lovers. She reached up and gripped the back of James’ neck, pulling his face to hers. She kissed him hard, her tongue pushing deep into his mouth for only a few seconds before she released him and felt herself about to explode.

“Oh, shitttt!!” she cried, her body tensing as she built toward release.

Sam seemed to increase her oral attentions while Carrie thrust her hips upward, crying out as her orgasm enveloped her for what felt like a long time before releasing and sending her into a spasm of jerking movements, all the while crying out and moaning incoherently. Samantha remained at her pussy, trying to swallow her sweet cum, but it soon became impossible and she sat up, watching the pretty brunette twist and writhe on the bed. She wiped Carrie’s juices from her chin and glanced up at James, who watched until Carrie relaxed, then looked up at Samantha. He raised his eyebrows, then winked at her and she grinned at him, swiping a hand across her wet lips.

Samantha crawled up and kissed Carrie softly as she lay there gasping. “Are you ok, baby?” Carrie nodded, but didn’t try to speak or even open her eyes. Samantha looked up at James, then leaned in to kiss him. As their lips met, he could taste the familiar taste of his wife’s cum on her lips, which only made her kiss more delectable.

They pulled apart and looked down to see Carrie watching them, a curious smile on her lips. She reached up for James and they kissed for a moment before she released him and pulled Sam to her, kissing her hungrily.

“That was . . .” Carrie began, then grinned. “That was everything you promised!”

Samantha laughed and looked over at James, who had a puzzled look on his face. “I promised her I’d make her cum over and over until she begged me to stop,” she explained, then looked back down at Carrie’s flushed face. “Apparently, she has a bigger threshold for pleasure than I first suspected.” She leaned closer. “Next time, I promise you’ll beg me to stop!”

Carrie giggled and pulled her in for another kiss. James joined them in their naked embrace and all three lay there for some time, cuddling and kissing; just enjoying the intimacy. The ice had been broken and the nervous tension was gone, paving the way for a night of unbridled sexual experimentation.

They lay there talking and holding one another, telling their likes and dislikes. Samantha grinned when she was told of Carrie’s submissive slut fetish. “I think we can have some fun with that!” she exclaimed with a wink to James. She explained that she liked to be the dominant female, but also enjoyed being submissive at times. She asked if they ever used restraints and they both shook their heads, but agreed it wasn’t out of the question.

Samantha glanced down at James’ fully hard cock and nudged Carrie. “I think someone wants to play!”

Carrie propped herself up and watched as Sam took James’s cock in her hand and leaned in to take it into her mouth. She looked up at her husband’s face and found his look of pleasure getting her turned on again. She watched as Sam sucked noisily on it, her head bobbing up and down, and suddenly wondered that if watching him get a blow job made her this hot, what would it be like to watch him fuck another woman? She had to know.

She crawled over and moved her head in next to Sam’s. Sam pulled her lips from the hard cock, expecting Carrie wanted a turn, but instead she met her eyes, then kissed her hard. “I want to watch him fuck you,” she said in a hoarse whisper.

Sam’s eyes gleamed and a smile spread across her lips. “Are you sure?”

Carrie looked up at James, who’d heard her and was waiting to see what her reply would be. As their eyes met, he knew she meant it and nodded almost imperceptibly. Carrie looked back into Sam’s piercing blue eyes.

“Yes. I want him to fuck you so hard that you’ll be the one screaming for mercy.” She held Sam’s eyes for a long moment until Sam looked up at James.

“What do you say, stud? Do you feel up to the challenge?”

James grinned and stroked his hard cock, pressing it against her lips. “Oh, yes, you dirty little slut. I’ll have you begging for mercy!” He gripped her head and pushed her mouth onto his cock, glancing over at Carrie as he did. She was watching with a wild look in her eyes and her tongue moistening her lips as Sam was forced to swallow her husband’s cock.

James held Sam there with his cock in her mouth for several minutes before releasing her. He gripped her by the hair and lifted her head up, looking into her wild eyes. He could tell she was enjoying this as much as they were. Still holding her hair, he got to his feet beside the bed, pulling her with him. Then he turned her to face the bed, where Carrie still lay, then leaned in and whispered into her ear loud enough for Carrie to hear.

“I’m going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours, bitch, and I want you to eat my wife’s pussy while I do it!”

Carrie moved into position without hesitation as James bent Sam at the waist and pushed her face into the covers. Carrie quickly opened her legs and Sam buried her face in her pussy again, causing her to moan as her mouth began to work on her sensitive pussy for the second time.

James watched as Carrie closed her eyes and leaned back, her expression telling him she was truly enjoying her first bisexual experience. He looked down at the smooth curves of Samantha’s perfect ass and smacked her on one cheek. She moaned and wriggled her hips in response. Next, he placed his foot between hers and forced her legs open, exposing her swollen pink lips to him. He reached down and grasped her cheeks, opening them up and exposing the brown rosebud of her ass. He took his cock in his hand, precum already oozing from the tip, and placed the tip on her puckered back door. He began to move it back and forth, his precum acting as a lubricant. She wriggled her hips and he heard her moan into his wife’s pussy, telling him she liked what he was doing.

He kept this up for a few minutes, then moved his cock down to her dripping snatch. As he pushed the tip between her outer lips, she lifted her face from Carrie’s twat and moaned. “Oh, fuck yes!”

Carrie opened her eyes and watched as James suddenly thrust his entire length into the hot wetness of Samantha’s pussy, causing her to groan loudly. When he noticed she wasn’t giving Carrie’s pussy the proper attention, his hand came down on her left cheek with a resounding “thwack”. Samantha jumped and let out a cry of surprise.

“I didn’t tell you to stop eating her cunt, slut!” he growled, giving Carrie a wink.

Samantha murmured, “Yes, Master,” and dove back in, attacking with renewed vigor. James smiled to himself. Master. In all the times he and Carrie had role-played, he had never had her call him Master. He kind of liked it.

He slowly extricated his long cock from her tight, wet hole, then pushed it back in. She felt so different than Carrie - still very good, just different. Again, he pumped in and out, gradually increasing his speed. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her to him as he thrust in. She grunted and moaned, but never once quit licking at Carrie’s increasingly excited pussy.

Carrie tried to concentrate on watching her husband fucking Sam, despite the amazing cunnilingus she was experiencing. She wished she could be back where she could see his cock moving in and out of Sam’s pussy, slick with her juices. As it was, she could see the look of concentration on his face as he pounded her harder and harder, their movements shaking the large bed. The sight of her husband doing this to another woman, combined with being thoroughly eaten by a very experienced pussy licker, was quickly bringing her to the brink of another orgasm. She felt the buzz start almost immediately and spread outward from her belly until her whole body tingled. Suddenly, Sam’s lips locked onto her hard clit and she lost it, her cries reverberating off the log walls as she came hard in Sam’s mouth. Her body twisted on the bed as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed through her until she couldn’t take any more and pulled away from Sam’s hungry mouth.

James watched his wife cum for the second time that night from Sam’s mouth and redoubled his relentless pounding. He was determined to make the sexually empowered young woman submit to his powerful thrusts until she came hard and begged him to stop. His hands tightened on her waist, slamming their bodies together. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her back, her moans and cries mixing with the slapping of their flesh.

Suddenly, he extracted his cock from her hot cunt and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her feet, then turning her around to face him. As their eyes met, he could see the lust in hers and knew he wasn’t pushing things to far. He sneered at her and stepped back, then pushed her to her knees.

“Suck me, bitch!”

Sam fell to her knees before him and took his gleaming wet cock in her hand. As her mouth opened, she felt his hand on the back of her head and he pushed her onto him until she felt his head touch the back of her throat. Then he began to move her head back and forth, fucking her mouth. She gave no resistance, loving the way he was completely dominating her while his wife watched. Despite her feelings of sexual superiority, she was almost thankful he had given her pussy a break and attacked his cock with vigor, happily allowing him to push his cock past her tonsils and into her throat until she had swallowed the whole thing. As she felt her throat constrict around his thick shaft, she wondered if Carrie also deep-throated him. As her air began to run out, he seemed to sense it and allowed her to pull him from her throat, but continued to make her suck him.

James sighed contentedly as Sam’s mouth enveloped his throbbing cock. He prided himself on being able to hold off for a long time if necessary, but between her tight little pussy and her expert cock-sucking, he wasn’t sure he would have lasted this long if not for the double-team blow-job earlier. He looked up at Carrie, who was sprawled on the bed with one hand between her open legs and the other massaging her tits. He grinned at her and she returned his grin with a lick of her luscious lips. He had been afraid she may be jealous, but her actions and the look in her eyes told him she was enjoying herself as least as much as he was - maybe more. She patted the bed beside where she was laying, then moved her eyes to Sam, who was still on her knees with his cock in her mouth. James smiled knowingly and stepped back, pulling his cock from the sexy blonde’s mouth. She looked up at him and moved to take him back in, but he stopped her with a hand on her head.

“No, whore. On your back on the bed. You need to be fucked some more.”

Samantha nodded, once again muttering “Yes, Master,” and climbed onto the bed, lying on her back with her knees up and legs open wide. Her pussy gaped at him, her swollen lips glistening with her juices and her pink flesh inviting him to fill her. He went over to the bed and crawled between her legs, lifting each of them up and resting her ankles on his shoulders. He grinned down at her as his cock pressed against her wet lips. Carrie scurried over next to her, watching with great interest as her husband prepared to once again plunge deep into her pussy.

“Are you ready?”

Sam held up a hand. “Please, let Carrie lick me first?”

Carrie looked at her, then up to James. He shrugged. “Would you like to lick the slut, my dear?”

She hesitated, her head spinning. Was she ready to do this? She had never gone down on another woman before, but then she’d already done things tonight she’d never done before. James’ voice brought her from her thoughts.

“Well? I can’t wait all night to fuck this slut.” His eyes danced with a fire that she recognized from their role-playing games. “I think you should do it.”

Carrie swallowed and looked down at Sam’s pussy, open wide with her husband’s cock poised to enter her. She could do this. After all, how hard could it be? So she went down on a girl. Big deal.

Taking a deep breath, she moved down until her face was only inches from Sam’s pussy. She could smell her sex mingled with the musky aroma of James’ cock she knew so well. She moved in and as James pulled back a little to allow her access, she grasped his cock and sucked it into her mouth, tasting his and Sam’s juices. He allowed her to suck on him for a few seconds, before pulling her free and stepping back.

“Uh, uh, uh . . .bad girl,” he said, wagging a finger at her. “Get down her and eat that pussy, you bad little slut.” Carrie looked up at him, her eyes pleading, but he shook his head, stepping out of his character for a moment. “Come on, baby. You said you wanted to do this.”

She sighed and nodded. “I know. It’s just . . .harder than I thought it would be.”

Sam propped herself up on her elbows and stroked Carrie’s long hair. “Just relax, honey. Go with it. I know you’ll like it.”

Carrie looked over at her. “All right,” she said softly. James watched as Carrie bent over Sam with her face poised over her steamy pussy. She looked down at her glistening lips, drops of juices running down over the pink flesh inside. Taking another deep breath, she lowered her mouth to the swollen labia and licked it. It wasn’t bad - not bad at all. She did it again and heard Sam moan in response. This urged her on and she began to establish a rhythm, her tongue pushing a little deeper between lips each time. Sam’s moans became louder and she began to rock her hips in time to Carrie’s licking. Before long, Carrie had her tongue as deep inside the sexy blonde as she could reach, her face wet from her juices. Sam moaned and she felt her tugging at her leg.

“Sixty-nine me, Carrie,” Sam moaned. “Let me taste that sweet pussy again!”

Carrie raised a leg over Sam’s head and felt hands on her bare ass pulling her pussy to her lips. She moaned as her over-sexed twat was once again left to the mercy of Samantha’s talented tongue. She was starting to enjoy eating pussy, but it was difficult to pay attention while the sexy blonde was eating her.

James watched the two girls slurp one another’s dripping snatches, stroking his hard cock. His eyes moved down to where Carrie’s head moved as she licked and sucked Sam’s cunt, her long hair obscuring what she was doing. He reached down to pull her hair back, his other hand still pumping his aching cock. He was dying for release and was about to jerk off until he shot his load all over his wife’s back when he suddenly had an idea.

Sam’s feet were still propped on his shoulders and he pushed her legs up higher, spreading them more at the same time. Her ass cheeks parted, revealing her tiny little back door and he grinned. Carrie’s licking had left a stream of Sam’s juices running down her crack to the bed, liberally lubricating her ass. He moved the tip of his cock to the tiny brown rosebud, rubbing it through the slick juices before pressing it against it.

Sam pulled her mouth from Carrie’s pussy and cried out, “Oh, yes!” as he began to push against her puckered hole. Carrie also noticed and lifted her face from Sam’s pussy, her lips and chin wet. She looked up at James as he struggled to enter Sam’s tight little hole, then back to watch his cock as her anus expanded and he slipped inside. Sam moaned louder and cried out again, telling him to fuck her ass before pulling Carrie’s pussy back to her mouth and attacking her with a vengeance.

Carrie watched more and more of her husband’s cock push into Sam’s ass, amazed at how much it had stretched to accommodate his thick shaft. Had hers looked like that the times when they had done anal? Apparently so, but it was still an incredible sight to see from such a close view.

Sam moaned again, the vibrations of her voice on Carrie’s twat increasing the wonderful feeling of her lips and tongue. As James began to establish a rhythm, she kissed Sam’s clit and felt the girl’s body tense under her. She did it again, and again, each time eliciting a greater response and urging her to keep going. As James began to fuck her ass with wild abandon, Carrie’s tongue dipped and swirled all around Sam’s clit and vulva. She could feel her body trembling and could feel her pussy contracting as her orgasm neared.

Finally, Sam released Carrie’s pussy and began to cry out, nearly shrieking with intense pleasure as both of them worked her to the peak of what was sure to be a mind-numbing orgasm. Sam’s cries became hoarser, turning to grunts and little squeaks as her tortured body trembled and shook before she finally arched her back and let out a strangled cry, her pussy clenching tight then gushing all over Carrie’s face. She bucked and thrashed, forcing Carrie to stop eating her and roll off to one side. She watched as James’ movements became halting as Sam’s asshole also tightened on his cock, making it difficult for him to move. She looked up into his reddened face, perspiration beading on his brow and trickling down his face. His eyes were close and his teeth clenched, a sign that he was about to explode.

With what seemed a great effort, he pulled his throbbing cock from Sam’s ass and she flopped to the bed, still twitching from her orgasm. James pumped his cock faster and faster, throwing his head back and letting out a long agonizing groan as he shot a thick stream of jism across Sam’s back and ass. Carrie watched him jerk himself until his body seemed to deflate and he leaned over, bracing one arm on the bed between her and Sam’s limp body. He was panting hard, his face still red from exertion, and looked over at her with a satisfied half smile on his face.

“Holy . . .shit!” he gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Carrie looked down at Samantha, whose breathing was as labored as her husband’s. she still hadn’t moved, lying face down on the bed with her legs splayed open and several thick streaks of white cum plastering her back. She crawled up and brought her face down next to Sam’s.

“Sam? Are you ok?”

For a moment, Sam didn’t respond. Then her head lifted slightly and she turned toward Carrie. Her eyes were hooded, her face still flushed with the remnants of the incredible orgasm. She smiled thinly at Carrie.

“Oh . . .my . . .god!” she gasped, then licked her dry lips. “Are you . . .sure you haven’t . . .done this before?” she smiled a little wider and reached out to take Carrie’s hand.

Carrie grinned and looked back at James, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed at Sam’s feet, his hand caressing her leg. She turned back to Sam and squeezed her hand, shaking her head. “So we did ok?” Her eyes glittered with the fire of sexual excitement.

Sam managed a short laugh, then rolled over onto her back, her hand reaching up to caress Carrie’s cheek. “Yes, baby, you did ok,” she whispered with a wink. She looked down at James, who was watching both of them intently. “And as for you, “Master”.” James grinned sheepishly. “I hope this pretty thing realizes how good a man she married.”

Carrie smiled and reached out to take James’ hand. “Oh, yes, I most certainly do!” she exclaimed.

Sam pulled her down and kissed her long and hard. Then James lay down on the other side of her and they kissed for a few minutes. They remained lying there for a while, then completely spent, they all crawled under the covers and fell asleep in one another’s arms. Outside the window, the fierce wind hurled the snow relentlessly against the window as the three lovers slept peacefully in their warm and cozy bed, each dreaming of what their week together had yet to bring.

We chatted online a few times about it, and I began to get a little nervous, even asking if I should shave my pubes and stuff, which I didn’t, but I did trim. About a week after we first talked she told me a day I could come over and when the day came, that night I went over for the pictures. There was nobody else in the room or suite for that matter, and she told me they were out for something and wouldn’t be back for a good 3 or 4 hours, but she said the pictures should only take maybe 1 hour. Even though I was kinda dreading the whole picture thing now, not wanting to back out and look like a fool, I was also kinda turned on at the whole idea, but didn’t realize how turned on I was until I stripped and out popped my erection. Xiao noticed this as well and kinda laughed and smiled, saying it was okay. She then made me lay on the med with different sheets on it for background I guess and took a picture of my penis with the erection. Eventually I went soft again and limp, and she continued to click away, making me do awkward and weird posses that made me feel a little dumb, but as long as my face wasn’t in the picture, I was okay with it since no one would know.

After a few more pictures, Xiao had a frown on her face and I asked her what was up. She said she liked the pictures, but the best one was actually the one in which I had my boner. I told her I could try to get it up, but I would have to, um, u know, masturbate to do it. She was actually cool with it, and I would slowly jack off till I was hard, and she would then take a picture of me. I couldn’t stay hard for that long, especially since I would have to arrange myself and pose and stuff, so I had to do this a few times. Once, Xiao accidentally reached out for my penis, and I kinda stepped back, wondering what she was doing. She apologized, saying she just wanted to position it a certain way. I saw if she wanted she could and from then on she would touch my penis to position it and even began to jack me off a few times to get me hard. We were both beginning to enjoy it, and I began to really like her moving up and down my shaft, then stopping to click, and then doing it again. I began to laugh at her, telling her she was having a little too much fun, and she said she actually was. After a couple more pics, I began to think we were about done, but Xiao once took my penis and began to jack it and didn’t stop. I was hard and began to feel a rush in my body, and I knew what was gonna happen if she kept going, but I just couldn’t get the words out, it just felt too good. Up and down my shaft of my penis her hand went, until, it happened. I spurted, came, and cum got on her hands and arms. She began to laugh a lot and couldn’t stop laughing. I told her to stop laughing at me, and she said she wasn’t, but was laughing at the fact she just made me cum.

We then cleaned up with a dirty shirt she had around, and decided that was enough for the shoot. Good thing too, since after I had put my clothes back on, she had put her camera away and everything else, only 5 minutes later, her roommate jess opened the door, a little surprised. She looked at our faces, a little flushed, and asked us what we were up to. We made up that we were just hanging out and stuff, which I hoped at the time she bought. Eventually I would leave and go back to my dorm room. After a while, I would eventually see the pics, which were surprisingly good, and made my dick look like the Eiffel tower. Xiao did give me some sorta bad news, as she said Jess eventually found out what we did, but didn’t really mind it, which was a little bit of a shock, since she seemed like such a conservative girl. Anyways, that’s a whole other story. Me and Xiao eventually had a little bit of a fling afterwards, had sex and masturbated together a few times, but eventually broke up by the end of freshmen year but stayed friends. But I still remember that day she took my picture.

As-much-as he hated doing it, he carefully rolled Dione over and off him, his cock exiting her wonderful cunt with a slight ‘Plop!’

He moved to the side of the bed and stood, then turned to look down upon his beautiful, sexy, mother. She was just so perfectly beautiful and sexy. His cock jumped and jerked as he studied her, his eyes slowly roaming her flawless features.

‘How fucking lucky can a guy get?’ he thought to himself. ‘I have the most beautiful mother in the whole world, and now she’s my lover! My forbidden, incest, lover! I’m really gonna miss Dad, but I have her now; she’s all mine, and that’s all that matters!’

He turned to go into the master bathroom, and to the toilet. He stood there for a good five minutes, waiting for his cock to deflate enough to allow him to piss.

After he’d drained his bladder, Les decided to take a quick shower. He wanted to wake-up a little more, and the shower would perfectly fit-the-bill.

Standing under the hot spray, Les began stroking his cock which had immediately returned to its fully erect state after he finished pissing. He couldn’t believe the powerful, fiery lust that now had him under its control. Just the thought of reentering his mother’s hot cunt had him ready to come in no time at all!

Les’ balls were just about to erupt when the shower door slid open, and his mother joined him.

“Oh, my!” Dione cooed as she saw what he was doing. She quickly batted his hand away, and fisted the swollen prick.

“Is this because of little ol’ me?” she asked in a coy manner accompanied by a 'girlish' giggle.

“Uuugghnnnnn… yes! Oh, Mom…yes. Stroke my aching cock, Mom… aaawwwww… yyessssssss…”

“I’ll go one better than that, Son.” she cooed as she moved to her knees, leaning forward to take the throbbing erection into her mouth.

“Aaawwwwwww… shiiiiiiiit! Oh yes, Mom; suck my cock!” he gasped at the intense pleasure of it. Then, he shouted as she quite expertly inhaled his cock, the massive head moving into and down her throat! She didn’t stop until her nose pressed into his pubic hair.

“Aaawwwwwwwwwww… I’m fucking… I’m fucking… I’m…  commmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnng…” His voice echoed in the tiled shower and bathroom as his balls convulsed and shot gush after jetting gush of his molten cum deep into her gullet!

Dione began to moan around his hilted prick as he came in buckets! The heady vibrations went straight to his balls, and he almost felt as though he was starting to come all over again. She kept him buried in her throat until the ejaculations began to diminish, then drew back until just the bulbous crown was in her mouth, then she really turned-on the suction!

Les’ voice continued to ring-out until she’d emptied his balls of every last drop of yet another massive load of come! He was leaning-back against the wall of the shower, his legs threatening to collapse! He could scarcely believe the intensity of the climaxes that his mother drew-out of him! And…amazingly, his cock was still fully erect and throbbing with the need for MORE of his mother’s expert ministrations.

Dione slowly rose to her feet, a creamy-dreamy smile on her face. “Did you enjoy that, Son?” she asked with a blushing giggle. For whatever the reason, being with her very own son made her feel almost like a teenager again. She LOVED that!

“Oh, Mom, yes! That was a-may-ay-zing!” he replied with a chuckle, pulling her to him and kissing her, not at all concerned that he was tasting his own cum.

The kiss rapidly had their breathing labored, their illicit passions igniting once more. They’d been made for each other as-far-a they were concerned, and there wasn’t one shred of guilt involved!

Les was about to return the favor to his mother; was about to go down on his knees and eat her out, but she quickly scotched that idea. She broke the fevered kiss and pulled back from him, turned her back to him, and placed her hands on the tiled wall

Pushing and wiggling her perfectly rounded ass back at him, she told him, “TAKE ME, LESLEY! SHOVE THAT HUGE COCK UP YOUR WHORE MOTHER’S FUCK-SLUT CUNT AND FUCK ME! MAKE ME SCREAM! FUCK ME FOR ALL YOU’RE WORTH YOU MOTHERFUCKING SON-OF-A-WHORE!"

Les didn’t need a second invitation! He stepped-up to her, placed one hand on her hip, the other fisted his steely cockshaft, and centered the head to her tight cunthole.

“AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEYESSSSSSSS…OH, SON! OH, LESLEY! AAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…” she screamed shrilly as he buried himself to the hilt with the first, powerful, thrust! “FFUUUUUUUUCK MMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…”

“Awwwww, shit, mom! You’re so fucking tight! I love your cunt! I love my fuck-slut Mother’s hot, tight cunt! I love you, Mom! I love having you as my own, personal fuck-slut whore!” he shouted. In-spite of the fact that he so dearly loved and respected her, thinking of, and speaking to her in such debasing terms, turned-him-on to no end.

Les pulled-back, and then drove mercilessly back inside her, quickly establishing a brutally forceful, cunt-pounding fuck pace! He was driven to try and hurt her with his cock; driven to fuck her absolutely as-hard-as he possibly could. For sure, she was the best fuck of his life, and THAT, without a question!

“OHHHHHHHH…FUCK ME! FUCK ME, LESLEY! TEAR MY CUNT UP! POUND ME! SLAM ME! HARDER! FASTER! OHHHHHHHHH… LLE-USSSSSLLLEYYYYYYYY…”

Dione went crazy with unencumbered passion and pleasure! No way would she ever have allowed her very own soon to fuck her before her husband died; NO WAY! However, her husband was dead, and her son had already far-surpassed anything she’d ever experienced before. She found herself regretting that they HADN’T made love before, she found herself regretting the long abstinence from sex, brought-on by her late husband’s illness!

‘Oh well…” she thought, ‘There’s nothing like making-up for lost time, and OHHHHH… is Lesley making-up for it!’

Dione imagined that she could feel every single, thick vein that criss-crossed Lesley’s huge cock shaft. It was the most intense sensation she’d ever experienced as the gnarly prick hammered her so relentlessly.

Les reached-around his mother, grabbing her jiggling breasts and began to squeeze then, his attention focusing on the stiffened, .45 caliber nipples, twisting, pinching, and pulling on them, but not TOO roughly!

“EEEEEYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII… AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII…” Dione screamed again as his rough treatment of her titties gave her the experience of pleasure/pain, and heady combination the caused her to begin coming in rapid fire progression, jolting her entire being over and over and over again. How could something so forbidden, be so very, fucking, wonderful?

“Squeeze my tits! pinch my nips! oh… son…I... i fucking lovvvvvvve it! mother’s coming so…eeeeyes! i’m coming so-ooo hard and so-ooo fast! do me, son! fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! fuck me ‘till i die!”

On-and-on Les contained to pile-drive his big thick cock inside his mom’s orgasm-wracked cunt. Each thrust was produced with bone-jarring force as their loins met. He especially liked the sight of his lower belly slamming forcefully against her perfect ass. She really was like a teenager, at-most a woman in her very early 20’s. Her body was so taut and firm, her cunt so hot, and incredibly tight! His mother…his very own mother… the most wonderful fuck of his life!

Les was glorying in the forbidden fuck! Her cunt was clenching and gripping his cock a-rhythmically as her orgasms grew in strength and force. He’d fucked lots of teenaged girls, and even a few older women in his life, but none could compare to his mother! She really WAS a whorish fuck slut; but, she was HIS whorish fuck-slut, and he wanted to fuck with her forever, too.

Dione started rocking back into Les with each thrust of his huge cock, increasing the force of the already savagely powerful fuck! She thought she would go insane as her son fucked her into heights of orgasmic pleasure she’d never dreamed possible! Could it possibly be this good every time they fucked? She damned-well sure was going to find-out; there was no doubt about that!

Les actually started to wear down from the physical exertions as he drilled his mom’s cunt. Still, he gave it all he possibly could, and was soon rewarded when he felt his balls draw-up to the base of his cock, tingling with the need to empty themselves. The cum-urge began to rapidly develop.

“Get ready, Mom! I’m gonna flood you pussy and womb with my incest cum!” he shouted as his balls began to convulse.

“EEEEEYYYESSSSSS…DO IT, SON! SHOOT YOUR CUM DEEP INSIDE MOTHER! FLOOD MY CUNT AGAIN WITH YOUR CUM! GIVE IT TO ME SON! GIVE ME ALL YOUR…” Her voice was drowned-out as Les came and came hard!

“Awwwwwwww… fucking… commmmiiiiiinnng! Awwwwww… I’m fucking… commmmiiiiiinnng!” he shouted over her voice as his balls convulsed big time, and began to send gut-wrenching streams of molted cum up the length of his cock to explode deep inside his mother.

“AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE…I FEEL IT! …EEEEEEEEYES! I FEEL IT, LESLEY! FLOOD MY CUNT! FLOOD MY CUNT WITH YOUR HOT CUUUMMMMMMMMM…AAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE…” Dione screamed almost hysterically. A massive orgasmic wave swept through her with Tsunami-like force, triggered by the incredible sensations of his hot , incest cum erupting so deeply inside her belly.

Lesley hugged her back to him, holding onto her tits as they finished yet another great fuck. He was never gonna tire of his mother, just as she would never tire of him.

Even after he’d shot his last, his mother’s cunt continued to rhythmically clench on the entombed prick, but, and finally, he started to soften inside her. That, in-and-of-itself, was quite a relief!

Sure, he would never tire of fucking his mom, but he sure would tire-out from a wild and crazy fuck like they’d just shared. Then, he suddenly realized that Dione had gone limp in his arms, amazing him. She’d actually come so hard that she’d passed-out, and that made him feel like the greatest lover in the world!

Deciding to forego drying them off, Les simply turned the shower off, picked his mother up in his arms, and carried her to ‘their’ (that would take some getting used to) bed. He gently laid her down, then went back to take another shower. He had some things to do, and he wanted to feel totally refreshed.

The rest of the day would prove to be very interesting, indeed!

The year was 1935 and Catherine and Carl rushed home, never having the opportunity to consummate their marriage.

It had been a night that Catherine had dreaded and was only too glad to put it off.

The funeral was 2 days later and, of course, the whole town attended. At her new home, which Carl had recently finished building, the guests mingled with everyone and expressed their condolences to both of them. It lasted well into the night and by the time the last family had left the two of them were too tired to think of anything buy sleep. In the darkened bedroom they got undressed and quietly slipped under the covers of the bed and quickly fell into an undisturbed sleep.

Catherine's grief gave her an excuse to refuse Carl the chance to take his wife's cherry and, after many weeks of trying, Carl decided it was time he did something about it.

The next week Carl visited the local library and did some research into the history and application of hypnosis. He'd heard some things from his best friend, Jerry, and thought it might be something he could use on Catherine to weaken her resolve towards sex.

Many times after the funeral he'd brought up the subject, only to have his wife either ignore him, walk out of the room, or start an argument. Many a night he'd have to crawl out of bed, after making sure that Catherine was asleep, and go into the bathroom and jack off for some relief. All he could do was
imagine what his wife looked like under all the night clothes she wore every night. She wouldn't even let him cop a feel of her boobs, not that she had anything to play with in the first place. Like his former mother-in-law, Catherine was almost completely flat chested.

Carl would go to the library two nights a week and do his reading. He didn't want Catherine aware of what he was up to. If he could come up with the courage to do this then he wanted her to be completely unaware of what was happening. He wanted her to believe that she'd never released her pent up feelings and given in to his advances.

After three weeks of reading he was ready to try out his technique, to see if he could actually get her hypnotized and do what he wanted to with her.

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On the following Saturday night he got ready for bed, like every other night. This time though, he decided the time was right to try and hypnotize Catherine.
As he sat in the bed, waiting for his wife to emerge from the bathroom, he worked on his plan. He would get up to her when she sat on her side of the bed and begin to massage her shoulders. It was something he'd already started the previous week and he was glad that she liked it. He also noticed that several minutes later her head would start to nod and fall forward until her chin rested on her upper chest. He already started to try and get her into a trance, and several times thought he'd succeeded. One one occasion he'd actually gotten her to answer his questions and was glad to find out the next morning that she apparently didn't remember anything from the previous night.

Tonight he was going to go further and try to plant a suggestion in her mind and wait and see what would happen.

As he waited his plan formed and by the time Catherine sat on the bed he was ready.

For ten minutes he massaged her shoulders, feeling the days tension slowly release its hold. As he worked he talked to her and once again her head nodded forward and eventually rested on her chest.

"Catherine?"

No response.

He tried again. "Catherine?"

"Yes," she answered dreamily.

"Good," he thought to himself. "I want you to listen to me," he began.

"Ok."

"From this minute on you will listen to my voice. You won't hear anything else by my voice."

"Yes, dear. I will hear only your voice."

He quit his massage and moved to sit next to her on the side of the bed. He took her hand in his and talked slowly and clearly to her.

"Whenever I mention Buttermilk, you will go into a trance and you'll do everything I ask you to do." He stopped for a moment and let the suggestion sink in.
"Do you understand?"

"Yes. Whenever you tell me Buttermilk, I'm to go into a trance and listed to you and do whatever you want me to."

"Yes. I'm glad you understand."

He got back behind her and started his massage once again. After a couple of minutes he woke her up and let her know he was finished and it was time to get in bed and turn out the lights.

That night he dreamed of fucking her.

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After he got out of his morning shower he was tempted to try out his suggestion at the breakfast table, but decided he would wait till he got home that evening after work. After all, he didn't want to push it.

He'd been patient for a while now, so it wasn't going to hurt to wait a little longer.

While Carl was at work that day Catherine decided it was time to hire someone to help her around the yard, doing the work to maintain the lawn and the hedges. Her father had used one of the towns many black men, his name had been Jessie, and she decided to get in touch with him to see if he knew anyone
who would be willing to work at her place. Of course she'd pay a decent wage, just as her father had. She sent word to Jessie that she needed to talk to him and could he be at the house around noon that day.

Jessie as only a little older then she was, somewhere between 30 and 35 and had worked for her father for a number of years before the accident. She'd grown to like the man. He was honest, didn't cause any problems, and never missed a day of work. She hoped she'd be lucky enough to find someone like him to help her.

His reply was that he'd be there.

At 12:15 she heard a knock on her back door and knew it would be Jessie. She found him standing on the back porch waiting for her.

"I'll be right with you, Jessie. Please, have a seat and I'll bring you a glass of water. I know it's hot out there today and after that long walk I'm sure you're parched."

"Thank you, Misses Wilson. I sure do appreciate it."

When Catherine returned she found him sitting in the rocker, next to the porch swing, where she sat after handing him the water. She watched as he drank the whole thing in only two or three gulps.

"Thank you, Misses Wilson. That was mighty nice of you."

"You're welcome, Jessie.

"The reason I asked you to come here today is that I need to find someone to do the chores around the house. You know, like you used to do for my father."

"I'd be happy to do that for you, Misses Wilson."

"Are you sure, Jessie?"

"Yes, mam. I'm sure. I haven't really done anything since your parents passed and I really enjoyed working for your daddy. He was nice to me and respected me, as much as I respected him."

"Yes, Jessie. Daddy liked your work very much. I'd be happy to pay you a little more the he paid you, considering it's been 10 years since the accident. I know he didn't pay you much, but I'd like to increase that, if it's ok with you."

The look of surprise on Jessie's face told her he'd gladly accept the raise.

"Good! When can you start?"

"I'm in the middle of re-doing my bedroom at home. I should be finished by the middle of next week.

Would the following weekend be ok with you?"

Catherine didn't even think about it.

"Yes, that would be fine. I can have everything ready for you by then. I'll pay you at the end of each week, on Fridays, if that's ok with you."

"That'll be fine, Misses Wilson."

"There's only one condition, too, Jessie."

A puzzled look now appeared on his face, which was as black as the blackest coal in their coal bins. "And what would that be," he asked.

"I'll have to insist that you don't call me Misses Wilson anymore."

"Oh, Misses Wilson, I couldn't do that."

"Yes, you can. From now on I want you to just call me Catherine, or Miss Catherine, whichever you prefer."

"But what would Mr. Wilson say to that?"

"You let me worry about Mr. Wilson," she told him. "You and I have know each other for most of our lives and I see no harm in you calling me by my first name. OK?"

"Yes, mam."

Catherine stood up, indicating to Jessie the conversation was finished.

"You take care of your business at home and I'll see you next weekend."

"Thank you, Misses Wils......, I mean Miss Catherine. I'll be here."

With that settled, Jessie left the porch and headed down the road, towards his house.

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Carl fantasized about what he was going to do all that day at work. At times it was all he could do to concentrate on the work on his desk. Finally he decided that if he didn't want to get fired he'd better get his work done, and done on time. The rest of his day went without incident and by 5:15 he was on his way home, and to his wife.

Catherine was in the kitchen when he got home, putting the finishing touches on supper. Tonight there would be fried chicken, field peas, biscuits and homemade tea.

He stood in the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen and watched her as she worked on finishing the meal.

Without really thinking about what he was going to do he said, "Buttermilk".

What happened caught him off guard.

As soon as his wife heard Buttermilk, she slumped and sagged towards the floor. It was all he could do to catch her before she hit the floor. He picked her up and carried her to the living room and placed her on the sofa.

"It worked!" he almost shouted. He couldn't believe it had actually worked!

"Catherine? Can you hear me, dear?"

"Yes, Carl. I hear you."

She sounded far away and he noticed her eyes were closed. Apparently his hypnotic suggestion had worked just fine.

"Easy," he thought to himself. One step at a time here. After all, he wanted to make sure this worked and he didn't want her waking up and discovering what he was doing. She'd be mad as hell at him, not that he wouldn't have deserved it.

He sat back in his chair and thought for a moment.

"Catherine."

"Yes?"

"I want you to sit up straight and remove your blouse and bra, please."

As he sat there he was startled to see her sit up straight and start to unbutton the front of her blouse. Once she was finished she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling her arms our of the straps and placing it in her lap.

In the just over 10 years they'd been married this was actually the first time she's exposed herself to him.

He'd always wondered what her tits looked like. He knew they were small, almost nonexistent, but what he saw in front of him truly amazed him. Her Areolas were as large, or larger, than silver dollars and her nipples appeared to stick out from her chest like erasers on a pencil.

"Pinch your nipples until they're hard," he told her.

He watched as she raised her hands to her chest and took a nipple in each hand, pinching each one between her fingers and thumbs until they stood out even further.

Getting up from his chair he crossed the room and sat next to her, noticing that her nipples to stand out at least an inch or better. He reached out to feel them himself and found them to be as hard as rocks.

"Nice," he thought.

He returned to his chair. He wanted her to feel safe and secure and didn't want to appear to intimidate her or make her feel ashamed of her body.
"Now, I want you to stand up and remove your skirt and your panties, please."

Catherine stood up, unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Next her white cotton panties joined it. She stepped out of them as sat back on the sofa.
"Spread your legs, please."

She did and he could see her pussy for the first time. She had an abundance of hair between her legs and he found that he'd like to see her without any hair down there at all.

"Tomorrow I want you to shave your pussy and keep it that way. You'll think it was completely your own idea and think nothing else about it.
Understand?"

"Yes."

"You can get dressed again, dear. Once you've gotten all your clothes on you'll return to the kitchen and finish with supper. You will not remember any of this. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Carl got up and went to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for supper. When he got to the dining room the meal was already laid out on the table and ready to eat. They enjoyed a nice meal and every time Carl would look at her he'd smile.

"I hope this works," he thought.

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As Catherine grew up she was led to believe that sex was only for procreation and not for enjoyment.

Her mother drummed into her that sex was nasty and she was only to consent to 'relationships' with her husband when they decided it was time to conceive and have children.

One time her mother has caught her masturbating and gave her the beating of her life. She explained that it was nasty and she wasn't to do it again.

Even though Catherine had enjoyed the feelings she'd gotten from stroking herself (She never realized what that dizzy feeling was when she climaxed) she decided that her mother was right and she never did it again.

She knew that her Carl would want to 'have her' on their wedding night, and she'd secretly dreaded just the thought of it. Then the accident had happened and she'd used her grief as an excuse not to give in to her husband. So far it had worked out.

But, she knew she wouldn't be able to deny him much longer. His insistence that she give in to him only grew each and every week and there were times when she hated going to bed, because she knew what he was going to ask of her.

Lately though, after his nightly massage, he'd quit asking her and she decided that he'd finally realized she wasn't going to let him do anything until she was ready. And that was only going to happen when she decided she was ready to start a family. She'd use sex only for procreation, as her mother had
told her.

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For the first time in years Catherine overslept the next day.

When she finally woke up Carl was already gone to work. He'd left a note on the table for her though.

"Cat,

I knew you weren't feeling well, so decided to let you sleep in today. Take care of yourself and
I'll see you when I get home.
Love you,

Carl"

"Now wasn't that nice of him," she thought.

She got up and went to the bathroom to draw her bath. As she stood before the full length mirror mounted on the back of the door, her attention was drawn to the hairy triangle between her legs.

For some reason it seemed to bother her that she had so much hair down there. It had never bothered her before, but her attention kept coming back to it. Finally she decided to do something about it. She opened the medicine cabinet, where Carl kept his razor and shaving cream, and took both out and laid them on the side of the tub, within easy reach. She also set out a pair of scissors.

Once the water was drawn she settled down and began to relax. There was not really anything she had to do today, so she'd thought that a nice, relaxing soak in the tub would help her feel better.

She sat there until the water began to cool and then she'd lathered up her wash cloth and bathed herself. Once she finished she let the water out until it reached a level slightly below her stretched out legs and got the shaving cream and razor. She took the scissors and began to cut the longer strands of
hair between her legs, getting as close to the skin as she could without cutting herself with them. Once she was satisfied it was short enough, she lathered up her outer lips and began to use the razor.

Once the outside of her pussy was well shaved she pulled her lips apart and used the razor on the inside of them, trying to get as much of the hair as she could. She would occasionally rinse the lather off and feel between her lips, trying to locate any stray strands. Once she was sure she'd gotten it all
she rinsed again and ran her hand over the new smoothness, amazed as to how nice it felt not to have any hair down there at all.

Then, for the first time in almost 20 years, she began to play with herself, bringing her clitoris to a full erection and rotating her fingers around the bud until she climaxed. It was the first climax (she now knew what that tingly sensation between her legs was) she'd had in years and she sat there in the
remaining water and let the sensation spread throughout her body. Then she pushed two fingers inside her and moved them in and out, rubbing her clitoris with each stroke. It felt good. After several climaxes she realized what had happened and grew red with embarrassment. It was like
she was afraid someone would catch her, even though there was no one around and her mother certainly wasn't going to catch her again, not after all these years.

Rising in the tub, she toweled herself and stepped onto the cold bathroom floor, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and noticing how much better she looked. The bare patch between her legs looked almost natural to her and she wondered what had made her decide to shave herself. She
decided that she liked how it looked and never gave it a second thought. She dried her hair, powdered herself and got dressed, then returned to the bedroom, made the bed and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

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When Carl got home that afternoon he found Catherine sitting on the sofa, reading one of her magazines.

"Buttermilk," he said.

Catherine instantly slumped back into the sofa, dropping the magazine into her lap.

"Show me what you did today, dear. Please."

Without any hesitation Catherine stood up and unbuttoned her skirt, dropped it to the floor, and then removed her panties, showing her husband the now naked region of her loins.

"Very pretty, dear. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Carl."

"How does it feel?"

"Better then I thought it would," she answered.

"I want you to keep it shaved for me, please."

"Yes, dear. I will."

"Now I want you to sit back and spread your legs as far as you can."

He watched as Catherine did as he'd asked. Once she was settled she spread her legs, hooking her knees around her arms, opening herself up for him to see deep inside her.

At once Carl was on his knees, between Catherine's thighs, and leaned closer to her opening. He inhaled her aroma, savoring that smell for the first time. Now he was going to enjoy himself to his wife's treats.

Without hesitation he lowered his mouth to her opening and drew his tongue along the inside of her lips, tasting for the first time the juices within. His cock got instantly harder than it'd been in years. He continued to lick her lips, sucking off the juices gathered on his tongue and savoring them. It had literally been years since he'd eaten any pussy. While he could've had his share of any of the women at work, he'd declined to fall to adultery and only fantasize about what it would be like to finally get his wife where he wanted her. For now he didn't intend to fuck her, just suck her off now and then, perhaps a couple of times a day. He wanted to enjoy this for a while and knowing he could do this anytime he wanted to only made the desire that much stronger.

Once he finished licking her clean he covered her pussy with his mouth and drove his tongue as deep into her box as he could. The hotness of her pussy completely consumed him. His cock was now leaking pre cum like never before and he could feel its wetness not only on his shorts but slowly
sliding down the length of his cock and onto his balls. With one hand he undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his uncut cock. He used his abundance of juices to lubricate himself and then he started to jerk off while eating out his wife.

Catherine was reacting as he thought she would, by rotating her hips and trying to push her pussy up into his mouth. He sucked out her juices and rotated his tongue into her with each shove.

Yes, he was totally enjoying this
.
It was only a matter of minutes before he shot off his largest load of cum in ages. He let himself shoot off into his hand, trying not to make a mess of the front of the sofa. After all, how would he explain the mess to Catherine, especially when she wasn't even aware of what he was doing to her?

Once he was finished sucking her off, he settled back on his haunches and looked into the box he'd just enjoyed for the first time. He knew that he would be doing this again, and soon!

When he finished he left her sitting on the sofa with her thighs still spread open and her remaining juices causing her lips to glisten. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up and then returned to the living room. He brought with him a warm wash cloth and cleaned Catherine up as best as he could. After all, he didn't want to leave any trace of what happened. He was sure she'd figure something had happened, but she wouldn't be able to remember what it was.

"Catherine, you can now drop your legs. I want you to get dressed and sit back. Pick up your magazine and when I count to three you'll be alert but won't remember anything that just happened."

He watched as his wife got dressed and picked up her magazine once she settled back into the sofa. Then he counted to three, while going into the dining room and acting as if he was just getting home.

"Hi, honey, she said when he came into the living room. Have a good day at the office?"

"Had to work a little late tonight, dear. Sorry I'm late getting home."

He'd decided that the little lie was something he'd have to come up with once she noticed the lateness of the evening. After all, he'd munched on her pussy for almost an hour, bring her to multiple climaxes. He realized she'd wonder what had happed with the lost time, so he'd decided to come
up with something himself. He thought it would be easier that way.

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Carl did his thing with Catherine every night for two months before he decided it was time to move up to the next level. Now that he'd 'satisfied' her for a while it was time for her to do something for him, so he decided that the next move would be for her to use her mouth on him.

This move would come later, and Carl didn't realize that he'd be observed by an outside source as well.

One evening Jessie had worked late on the property when he's heard Carl's truck come up the drive.

He watched as Carl got out and went into the house. He suspected something was up, because for the past two weeks when Carl got home, he'd look around as he got out of the truck, almost as if he was afraid of being spotted. Now Jessie had no idea of what was actually going on inside that
house, but he intended to find out. After watching Carl enter the house, Jessie used his passkey and followed into the house. As he stood in the kitchen he heard Carl tell Catherine to get undressed.

Sounded funny to Jessie. A man shouldn't have to ask his wife to get undressed in the living room.

That's what the bedroom was for.

Next he heard Carl tell Catherine to sit on the sofa and to undo his pants. He heard as Catherine unzipped the pants and heard them hit the floor with a thud.
He sneaked to the end of the hallway leading into the living room and stood there. His view was a profile of the two of them, so he had a good view of what was about to happen.

As he watched Catherine lowered Carl's boxers and he was amazed at what appeared. Carl had the biggest cock he'd ever seen on a white man. He wasn't bigger then Jessie was, but he was still big. He also noticed that, like himself, Carl was uncut, with an ample amount of foreskin draped around the head of his cock. He watched as Carl told Catherine to grab his cock and stroke it for him. Even hard Carl's foreskin continued to cover his cock head, and even with his wife stroking him, the cock head only appeared a couple of times.

It made Jessie's mouth water. There was nothing he liked better then sucking off a huge cock.

Of course he loved to fuck a tight pussy, but cock sucking was his favorite pastime. He knew right then that one of these days he'd suck Carl until he shot his load in his mouth.

As he continued to watch, Catherine lowered her head and took her husband's cock into her mouth.

She nearly gagged the first time and Jessie wondered if this was the first time she'd ever sucked her husband's cock. Surely not. After all, they'd been married almost 15 years by this time. He'd now worked for them for almost 5 years and he'd never witnessed anything like this before.

Catherine seemed like she was enjoying her blow job. Her head bobbed up and down while her hands jerked her husband at the same time. Every now and then Carl would tell her to bite on his foreskin, but not too hard. From the groans escaping his mouth Jessie figured she was doing exactly what he told her to.

One time he watched as she bit onto the skin and pulled it out with her teeth. Must of pulled all that skin at least 5 inches from his cock head. And all Carl did was stand there, eyes closed, and enjoyed the feel of his wife's mouth on his cock. Then he watched as Carl grabbed his wife's head and pulled it closer to his crotch and, from the sounds escaping Carl's mouth, he could tell that the man had just shot his load into his wife's mouth. He could see strands of cum leaking from her lips and the load was apparently too much for her to swallow at one time.

Then he noticed that Catherine was naked as she sucked her husband off. He knew she didn't have much in the chest area, but was greatly surprised to see how long her stiff nipples were. He wished he could get those hard nipples in his mouth and swish his tongue around them just once. He also saw that Carl was now slightly slumped over, towards Catherine. His had was between her legs and he could tell the Carl was fingering her pussy. He didn't know that
Catherine kept herself completely shaved for her husband. If he had he probably would've wanted to join right in with Carl himself.

He loved a nice slick pussy, free of hair.

Next he heard something that he'd never forget and it would come in handy years later for him.

"Now, Catherine, I want you to listen closely to what I'm about to tell you. Remember, whenever you hear the word Buttermilk, you'll go into a trance and will do whatever I tell you to do. Do you understand, dear?"

"Yes."

"Tell me then."

"Whenever I hear the word Buttermilk I'll go into a trance and do whatever you tell me to do."

"Good. Also, once I wake you up you'll not remember anything that's happened. Remember?"

"Yes. I won't remember anything that happened."

"Great! Now go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. When you're finished come in here and get dressed again. After that, when I count to 3 you'll wake up and not remember any of this."

Catherine went into the bathroom and Jessie could hear the water running as she cleaned up. He stayed where he was and waited for her to return. As she got dressed again he noticed for the first time that her pussy was completely shaved and his erection got harder and he thought he'd shoot in
his pants. He didn't want that though. He wanted to wait till he got home, so he could jack off with the memories of what he'd just witnessed.

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For the next 5 years Carl would get Catherine to alternately suck him off and he'd suck her as well.

He never tried to fuck her though. That was to come later. First he had to get her use to having something large inside her, so he got her to start buying cucumbers. He have her shave all the bumps off the outer parts of the vegetable and then tell her to satisfy herself with them as he watched.

He'd stand there and jack off, sometimes getting her to blow him while she fucked herself.

He even got her to satisfy herself when he wasn't at home. When it finally came time to fuck her himself, he wanted to make sure she was loose enough for his huge cock. After all, with 10 inches of hard, uncut cock, he didn't want to hurt her the first time he sank his cock into her.
Little did he realize that Jessie was also watching all this as it happened.

Chapter 2

It's 10 years later and Catherine and Carl have been fucking on a weekly basis for almost 8 years now. Catherine just doesn't realize it.

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Catherine sat on the bed, well actually reclined in the middle of the bed. She was naked and stroking a shaved cucumber in and out of her pussy. She'd done this now for 3 months and she enjoyed each session. Not only was she having fun, but she was totally alone in the house. Carl was on a business trip and wouldn't be back for another 3 days. In the course of 3 days she'd already worn out 6 cucumbers fucking herself with them. It was getting harder and harder to find anything big enough to use on herself, but she kept looking. She'd even gone to the next town and visited the local Farmer's Market hoping to find something that would satisfy her, but with little luck. She'd just have to make do with what she could find locally.

She didn't hear Jessie enter the house.

Jessie had tried for two days to get his nerve up to where he was now.

He'd witnessed Miss Catherine and her evening ritual for almost a week now. He knew Mr. Carl was away on a business trip and had decided that if he was to try this it would have to be tonight.

He entered through the back door, being as quiet as he could. After all he didn't want to scare Miss Catherine and thus make her do something, like call the police on him.

He'd watched, and listened, often enough to know what he had to do to get Miss Catherine to do what he wanted done, and tonight he was determined to get her to not only give him blow job but to also allow him to fuck her. He knew from watching that she was using the cucumbers on herself andhe also knew that his black cock was much larger then any vegetable she'd be able to use on herself.

Sneaking down the hallway he stopped at her bedroom door and listened. The door was not closed, since she never gave it a thought that someone might enter her house without her knowing it, and he glanced into the room, spying her on the bed and using the cucumber on herself. He watched as she
dipped it into her hole and then began to fuck herself with it. He listened as she make noises of contentment with each stroke.

His cock was already straining in his pants, aching to be released.

He could see that her eyes were closed, so he quickly removed his shoes and entered the bedroom on stockinged feet, careful not to make any unwanted noise.

As he approached the bed he got on his hands and knees and continued to move to the side of the bed. Once he was there he poked his head above the mattress and said one word....

"Buttermilk."

Catherine instantly stopped with her thrusting and slumped down onto the bed, her hands dropping onto her body.

Jessie knew from experience that the woman was now in a trance and would be receptive to his commands.

"Miss Catherine, can you hear me?" he asked.

"Yes, Jessie. I hear you."

"Damn," he thought. "How did she know it was me?" he wondered.

Then he realized that she'd probably just recognized his voice. No harm, and no foul. Yet!

Now it was time to get down to what he wanted.

"Miss Catherine, I want you to suck my cock and swallow my cum, like you do for Mr. Carl."

"Ok."

Catherine sat up on the bed and turned around so she sat on the edge of the mattress. Jessie was standing there, waiting for her. She undid the belt holding up his pants, undid his zipper and let them fall to the floor.

In anticipation of this Jessie had not worn his boxers today.

What Catherine saw in front of her immediately made her forget all about the cucumber she'd been using just moments ago. For a man of Jessie's age (he was now 53, 12 years older then Catherine and Carl) he kept his body in excellent shape. With all the work he did around the house and grounds, it
wasn't hard to keep his body in shape all the time. In fact he liked to keep trim and fit.

Sticking out from Jessie's crotch was a cock like she'd never seen before. Of course she only had the vision of what her husband's cock looked like, and even then she only remembered it when she was in a trance, like she was now.

Carl's cock was about 10 inches long and quite thick, with an abundance of foreskin covering his cock head.

Jessie's cock looked to be about an inch or two longer and much larger around as well. It even had an amount of foreskin attached that made Carl's look short in comparison.

Reaching out she grabbed the skin and pulled it out from the black rod she held in her other hand, admiring it's length. Once she had it stretched as far as she could she guessed it was easily as long as the cock was.

"Amazing!" she thought.

With her other hand she pulled the loose skin back onto his cock and watched as the slightly darkish head of his cock appeared. It was almost pointed, with his piss hole situated at the top of the glans, much like her husbands. The only difference was the color. The cock in her hand was just a black as the man
himself. The difference between her white hand and his black cock startled her, as well as amazed her at the same time.

The texture of Jessie's cock was also different from Carl's. Jessie's skin had a velvety feel to it. It actually felt like she was holding something other then a cock in her hand. If she hadn't been looking at it she'd have sworn it was just a wooden rod with velvet cloth draped over it.

As she slowly began to pump up and down on the cock a drop of clear liquid appeared at his piss hole and she remembered Carl telling her it was pre cum, a lubrication he shot before he actually ejaculated. She touched it with the end of her tongue and realized it tasted much like the fluid she'd suck from Carl's cock before she's suck him off.

Slowly she took the cock head into her mouth, using her tongue to slather around it, feeling its texture and sponginess. Using her tongue further, she slipped it between his foreskin and his cock head, tasting the juices accumulated there. Much like Carl's it had a tanginess about it, but it excited her just the same.
Already her juices were beginning to collect between her legs and she knew from experience that they'd soon be flowing and spilling from between her legs and onto the sheets beneath her. With her other hand she played with her clitoris as she sucked off Jessie, enjoying the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth and her own fingers in her pussy.

Jessie stood there and watched as his black cock disappeared into Catherine's hot mouth. It'd be a while since he'd been sucked off and it still felt as good now as it had then. The only difference was that the last time it had been a man with his cock in his mouth, sucking him until he shot his load into the man's
mouth.

Catherine took as much of the cock into her mouth as she could. She'd only recently learned to take all of her husband without choking and gagging. Jessie though, was much longer and she'd have to work a little longer to be able to get all of him into her mouth and throat, but she knew she could eventually do
it. In face, she knew she'd end up doing it.

As she sucked she also jerked Jessie's cock, allowing the foreskin to cover and retreat from his cock head, feeling the skin as it slid up and down the hard rod. She enjoyed the feeling of the excess skin as it slid down the back of her tongue and into her throat, and she didn't gag on it, either. Once she'd gotten
it all down her throat she'd enjoy the feeling as it reversed when she pumped the cock and retreated back to uncover the head once again.

To Jessie it felt like a dream. None of the men who'd ever sucked him off had done what Catherine was now doing to him and the feeling just increased the feeling, making him feel sure that he wouldn't be able to keep from shooting his load into her mouth.

Once, when Catherine had felt he was about to shoot his load, she remembered something Carl had taught her. She slid her hand down the length of his rod and squeezed the middle of his organ between her thumb and her first two fingers. That would stop his ejaculation and lengthen the time she could
still suck on him.

She continued to suck and jack, suck and jack, until she was certain he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, then she pulled as much of him into her mouth as she could at that time and used her tongue to jab into his piss hole at the same time. Once she'd done that she pulled out and bit down on his
foreskin, then immediately sucked him back into her mouth. After doing that twice it was only a matter of time before she shot his load. In fact, the next time she sucked him in she could feel the first eruption hit the back of her throat and she swallowed as fast as she could. She didn't want to miss a single
drop of his semen. With each shot she would pull him back slightly and then take him in once again, greeted each time with another shot. Finally, after about five minutes, the shooting was reduced to a trickle and she pulled her mouth off the cock and used her tongue to gather up the remaining traces of
his juices.

Catherine looked up at Jessie and smiled.

"How was that, Jessie?" she asked him.

"You did fine for your first black cock, Miss Catherine." There was a big smile on his face as well.

"Now, are you ready to see how this feels between those legs of yours?" he asked her.

Turning around and positioning herself in the center of the mattress, she replied, "Ready and waiting!"

No further encouragement was needed as Jessie got up on the bed and quickly positioned himself between her spread legs. Her pussy was open and dripping her juices, begging to be fucked by that big black, uncut cock. Jessie was determined not to let her down.

He grabbed his cock and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina. With his other hand he pulled her lips even wider, creating a larger opening for his cock to enter. Then he touched his cock to her clitoris and began to rub it up and down, with his piss hole catching her clit on every stroke, stimulating her even
further. After watching her with her cucumbers he knew she'd be ready for him, so he decided not to wait any longer and pushed his cock into her until his pubic hairs were touching the bald flesh of her vaginal lips.

Catherine groaned in appreciation to the penetration. With her pussy already stretched by the cucumbers Jessie's cock slid easily into her. His girth and length quickly filled her up and the feel of his velvety cock inside her excited her even more, causing more of her juices to be produced, making his penetration even easier.

Once he settled in, and was sure she would be able to handle his size, he began to stroke in and out, causing her to groan even louder.

"Feels soooooo gooooood," she moaned.

She also clutched his cock even harder with her pussy muscles, gripping him tighter and causing even more friction with her body.
Jessie knew it wouldn't be as long as her oral stimulation before he shot another load deep into her, but he wanted it to last longer so by the time he'd been fucking her for about five minutes, he pulled out of her.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," she groaned. "PUT IT BACK!!!!"

"Oh, I will. First thought I'm going to use my mouth on you for a while."

That thought excited her very much. She loved it when Carl sucked her pussy and she was sure she'd love it when Jessie did it.

Once he'd pulled out, Catherine grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them back until her knees were touching the point of her rock-hard nipples.
Before Jessie dived into her pussy though, he pushed her legs aside and use his mouth on those nipples.

He's always been amazed at those hard nipples and her almost flat chest since that first moment he'd witnessed Catherine and Carl that night almost 15 years ago. Now he was finally getting his chance to suck those nipples and he was enjoying it, too.

Catherine loved to have her nipples handled and sucked on. Carl would spend what seemed like hours sucking and biting her nipples, until she'd finally have to tell him to quit. The next day she'd be glad that she didn't have to wear a bra, because her nipples would be constantly hard, and sore, at the same time.
It would take about a week for them to lose their tenderness and be ready for the next assault on them.

Not that she complained about it.

Jessie loved the feel of those nipples against his tongue. He was surprised at just how hard they actually got to be. He'd never sucked on nipples this hard in his life. It was almost like sucking on a rock, but that didn't stop him. He'd suck on one then the other, using his teeth as he'd seen Carl do, and he
continued working on them until he heard Catherine tell him she couldn't take any more.

Only then did he begin to work down her body, traveling to her open pussy, which was just waiting and begging for his oral attention.

First he concentrated on her outer lips, licking up the remaining juices and enjoying the smoothness of her naked pussy. While he preferred a little hair around the lips, he certainly enjoyed the feeling of no hair as well. He dipped his tongue into her hole and gathered the constantly running juices, swallowing
and savoring them like a fine wine. Her juices had a sweetness to them, not the usual tartness he had occasionally encountered on other women he'd eaten in the past. He licked and sucked. Sucked and licked. And continued that until she begged him to once again stick his cock into her and fill her with
his load. By this time he was only too willing to do as she asked. So she straddled her legs once again and pushed all the way into her with one stroke. She was so wet from her juices and his that it hardly felt like he was in her at all. After five more minutes he finally shot another load, this time into her
pussy instead of her mouth, and he held himself in her until he was sure he was finished.

Once he withdrew he once again went down on her with his mouth, this time cleaning up the load he'd shot into her and he didn't stop this time, not even when she begged him to. He loved the taste of his own sperm and wanted to make sure he got every drop inside her. When he'd finally finished he pulled
his mouth off her hole and sat up on the mattress, between the still spread legs of Catherine. He moved around until his legs dangled off the side of the bed, his feet resting on the floor. He turned to Catherine and noticed she'd already had her fingers between her legs and was busy stroking her clitoris.

"Damn!" he thought. "There's no satisfying this one."

Once Catherine had brought herself to one final climax she withdrew her fingers, bringing them up to her mouth, and licking off her own juices. She looked at Jessie and smiled again.

"Thank you," she told him.

"Buttermilk," was all he said.

Catherine immediately went limp and once again entered a trance.

"When you wake up you won't remember any of this. You'll feel quite satisfied and relaxed. If you want to pleasure yourself you're free to do so, but you won't remember that I was in your bed, or that you sucked my cock, or that I ate you out and fucked your wonderful pussy. OK?"
"Yes," was the only reply.

"When you hear your alarm clock you'll wake up refreshed and ready to go." And, while he spoke, he set the alarm clock for the following morning, got dressed, collected his shoes in the hallway, and went to the building at the back of the grounds where he lived.

All in all, he was quite pleased with himself.

Now, his only thought was how was he going to get Carl in a position where he could suck that wonderful white cock and have his cock sucked as well. He'd do a little research himself and see what he could come up with.

Chapter 3

When Carl got home on Friday night Jessie was there at the front of the garage, waiting for him.

Getting out of his car he saw Jessie in the headlights, as he stood to the side of the door. He could tell that the man wanted to talk to him, so he indicated for Jessie to join him at the back of the car. As he opened the trunk and removed his suitcases he asked Jessie what he wanted.

"I want you to tell me how you hypnotized Miss Catherine, sir."

No preamble.

Just a straight forward question.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Jessie."

"Sure you do, Mr. Carl."

Now Carl started to sweat. How could Jessie know about the hypnosis, unless..............

"I see you, sir. I've watched you doing things to Miss Catherine that she ain't aware of."

"And how do you know she's not aware of them," he conceded. Apparently Jessie had witnessed him and his wife, without him knowing it.

"I heard you, sir. You told Miss Catherine that she wouldn't remember anything the two of you did each night. I listened real good, sir. I know what you do each night, but I'm not sure how you did it. I want you to show me. Please."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then I'll just have to do the same thing to her, sir. But I'll tell her that she'll remember it all and then we'll see what happens."

Carl knew he was in a tight spot on this one. He loved having Catherine do things every night, and then wake up in the morning and be totally unaware of it the next day. He'd had a hard enough time keeping this all to himself to begin with, but now, with Jessie knowing all about it, he had to do something.
But what?

"Can we talk about this, Jessie?"

"Sure, Mr. Carl. We can talk about it. How about right now, down at my place?"

"Sure, Jessie. That'll be fine with me. Let me take my things to the house and let Catherine know where

I'll be. I'll just tell her that you and I have some talking to do. I'm sure she'll understand."

"Fine, sir. I'll be waiting for you." With that said Jessie turned back towards the garage and moved on to the building where he stayed. He'd wait there for Carl to show up and then the two of them would do things other then just talking. He'd already come up with a plan and now all he had to do was implement it. He wouldn't mind waiting at all.

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Catherine met him at the door, wearing nothing but a smile. It was one of the programs he'd used on her for the times he had to go out of town on business.
This way he knew she'd be waiting for him, ready for a hot session in their bedroom. Tonight though, he'd have to wait until he got done at Jessie's place.
"Catherine, I want you to go to the bedroom and wait on the bed for me. I have some things to take care with Jessie and I want you to be ready when I get
back."

"Yes, dear," Catherine answered. "Can I play while I wait?"

What she meant was, could she use her toys while he was busy.

"Sure you can, dear. I want that pussy nice and wet and ready for me when I get there." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then left and headed towards Jessie's place.

Fifteen minutes later he knocked on the front door and waited for Jessie to answer.

"Come in, Mr. Carl," he heard Jessie call.

He found Jessie waiting in the living room, apparently already for bed, since he was dressed in his night robe and slippers.

"You mind if I sit down, Jessie?"

"No, sir. Make yourself comfortable."

"How did you find out I'd hypnotized Catherine," he asked.

"It was accidental, sir. I was putting some things up in the shed out back of the house and I saw you come home one night. You looked mighty nervous to just be going into the house, like you had something on your mind, or that you'd done something wrong and didn't want to be caught. Several times I noticed the same thing, so I decided to see what was going on. At first I thought you might be seeing someone while you were away, but I thought about it and realized that you and Miss Catherine had a good marriage.

That's when I decided to follow you up to the house and sneak inside to see what was happening.

"I used my passkey Miss Catherine gave me and opened the door and followed the sounds that led me to the kitchen and I listened as you told her to get undressed. Then I heard you tell her to sit on the sofa and to undo your pants, followed by the thud as your pants hit the floor. I worked my way up the hallway and to the living room. I wanted to see what was happening."

Carl sat there, listening as Jessie told him of a night years in the past. He could still remember it himself, like it had just happened yesterday.

"I had a good view of the two of you, her sitting there and you standing in front of her with yourself exposed right in front of her face. I'll tell you, sir, I got a hard on just watching what happened next." Jessie shifted in his seat as his cock got hard relating the story to Carl. The front of his robe began to tent as he talked.

He noticed that Carl had seen it as well.

"Good!" he thought.

"I watched as you let your wife suck your cock, your uncut cock, Carl," he continued. "I knew I'd probably get in trouble for watching if I was to get caught, but at that particular time I couldn't have cared less. I pulled out my uncut cock and jerked off while I watched. Not that I came, cause I didn't. I knew that if I did there would be evidence I'd been there and it would've been hard to clean up without your or Miss Catherine hearing the noises. I watched as you leaned over and used your hand between her legs and I still watched as you shot your load into her mouth and saw strings of your cum dripping out of her mouth. I have to tell you, Mr. Carl, that was a pretty sight to behold. Yessir, it really was."

Jessie had already decided not to tell Carl that he'd already tasted and fucked his wife. He'd save that bit of news for a time when he'd really need it. Right now he was the only one to know it and he intended to keep it to himself for as long as possible. For what he had in mind it would be enough to make Carl think that he'd be able to fuck his wife anytime he wanted to. He wouldn't even let Carl know that he knew the code word to get Catherine started. Again, that would be his secret.

"Now you know what I wanted to tell you, Mr. Carl."

"And what am I supposed to do?"

"Well, sir, I want you to get undressed and do to me what you have her do to you. That's what I'd like for right now."

To say Carl was shocked would be an understatement. He'd never thought that Jessie would try to use this to his advantage, or to blackmail him. Then again, he should have figured it out while Jessie was telling him all this.

"You want me to what?" he asked.

"I want you to come over here, get down on your knees in front of me, take out my uncut, black cock, and suck it, just like you had Miss Catherine do for your."

"And why would I want to do that?"

"Because if you don't I'll show Miss Catherine the pictures of you sucking her pussy, her sucking your cock, and you fucking her. That's why." Now Jessie didn't have any pictures, but just by telling the story, and seeing that Carl knew he was telling the truth, but Carl didn't have to know that. Did he? Nope, sure didn't.

"WHAT PICTURES? You didn't say anything about taking pictures."

"Oh, didn't I? My mistake. I couldn't let you know that I had you by the balls, now could I? I had to have some sort of leverage against you, and those pictures are just that. What do you think Miss Catherine would do if she knew you took advantage of her? I know her feelings towards sex, Mr Car. We all do.

Don't we? She's made it clear enough over all these years, hasn't she? And you used that against her by hypnotizing her and making her do things she wouldn't do if she was aware of it."

Carl knew he was in a bind now. How in the hell had this gotten so far? So out of hand? Out of control was more like it.

"Why would I want to suck your cock, Jessie?'

"Well, you see, it's like this. I've always been a cock sucker myself and I've been needin' some relief, just like you. But there's no one around that I can go to. And unlike you I wouldn't take advantage of someone who wasn't aware of what was going on. As I see it, you're the only candidate around these
parts, and you'll know what's happening, won't you? I won't have to do things to you, or you to me, that you're not completely aware of. Makes it so much better for both of us."

Carl had no idea that Jessie was lying to him though and his mind raced to come up with something to get out of all this. The only thing he had to offer was the services of his wife, but he couldn't do that to her.

Sure, he used his advantage to get what he wanted, but he just couldn't bring himself to offer Catherine to another man, even is she wouldn't know it was happening. He couldn't.

"Are you sure that's all you want me to do?"

"Yes, Mr. Carl. That's all. Just some cock sucking."

"You're not going to want to fuck my ass, are you? Because if you are then I'll tell you to go to hell right now and to get off my property."

"You mean Miss Catherine's property, don't you? After all it was her daddy who left it to her, not to you."

Once again Jessie had him by the balls. It was true that the land and everything else belonged to his wife and not him. "DAMN," he thought. How did he know that?"

As if reading Carl's mind, Jessie said, "You forget, Mr. Carl, I used to work for her daddy before he passed.

I know a lot of things you don't."

"And just how DO you know that, Jessie?"

"Who do you think satisfied me for a long time before he passed?" he smiled.

"You don't mean...................."

"Yessir, I DO mean. Mr. James and I would suck each others cocks for a long time and for many years.

Why, I even got to fuck Mrs. James on occasion, but she knew what she was doing and gladly let me fuck her while her husband watched. She'd even sit on the bed while we sucked each other off and take both of us into her mouth when it was time for us to shoot our loads. Yessir, there's a lot of things that
you don't know, Mr. Carl. A lot of things."

That revelation almost caused Carl to fall out of his seat. He'd had no idea that Jessie and played around with both of Catherine's parents. It was something that never would've entered his thoughts.

He got up from his seat and began to remove his clothes, first his shirt, then his shoes and finally his pants, leaving him standing there with nothing on but his socks and boxers, with his steadily hardening cock starting to poke through the opening of his shorts. Once he looked up at Jessie he found that the
man had opened his robe, revealing his naked, black body with his uncut cock already standing at attention, waiting for him to get to the business at hand.
"You waiting for an invitation, Mr. Carl? If you are, here it is," he pointed to his hard cock, waiting for him to lower his hot mouth and make contact for the first time.

"Do I have to do this?"

"Yes, you do. I hold all the cards to this one, sir, and you will do what I ask you to do. I'm not going to tell you. I want you to do this because you want to. I'm not like some of those country niggers who demand you do something. I'm a nice guy and I will only ask you to do this. I want you to do it because you
want to and because you know what will happen if you don't. Do I make myself understood, Mr. Carl?"

"Yes, you do, Jessie."

With that said, Carl dropped to his knees and took hold of Jessie's cock. It was the first cock he'd felt that wasn't his own. He knew how his hard cock felt, but this was new to him and, like his wife earlier, he noticed the velvety feeling of the hard cock he now held. He also noticed the ample abundance of foreskin, like his own. Only Jessie's skin was much longer and his cock about an inch or two bigger then he was, and he'd measured himself at almost 10 inches. He lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, probing the loose folds of skin and sticking it into the skin until he felt the sponge-like head of Jessie's cock.

Even the texture of his cock head felt different. But then again, he'd never had a cock in his mouth before, so the texture was something he'd never experienced before. He sucked the loose skin into his mouth and felt it slide down the back of his throat, but he was surprised that his gag reflex didn't kick in. Later, when he tried to get the cock that far back into his mouth that reflex would kick in and he'd have to pull
off and start over again.

While he licked between the skin and cock head he used his other hand to gently stroke Jessie to an even harder state. It just amazed him that something that felt so soft could be so hard, but then again, he'd always wondered that about himself when he jacked off. Twice he had to release Jessie's cock and
start again, pulling all that skin back onto the stalk of the cock until it was all behind his cock head. Then he'd start bobbing his head up and down on the shaft, taking as much into his mouth as he could. Once he'd learned how far he could swallow the cock he was careful not to gag again. After a couple of minutes he got a rhythm going and was beginning to like sucking a cock. He started to move his head around as he sucked, and pretty soon his own saliva was running down the shaft and collecting on his fist and the loose skin. Pretty soon it was even dribbling down on Jessie's balls.

He pulled off the cock and looked down at the plumb-sized balls hanging below his fist. It was then that he noticed Jessie didn't have any hair around the base of his cock or on his balls. It reminded him of Catherine's shaved pussy, and he found that he liked it very much.

Jessie had taken the idea from Catherine, in fact. Once he'd gotten a taste of her bald pussy he was determined to shave himself and to keep it that way. He found that he liked the 'freshness' of it and it didn't bother him at all to keep shaven.

"Stand up, Mr. Carl. Let me see your hard cock and feel it in my mouth. You shouldn't be the only one to enjoy himself. After all, I love to suck a cock and it's been a while since I've had one to play with."

Carl reluctantly removed the cock from his mouth, licking up the clear pearls of pre cum as he did. He'd been looking forward to tasting his first load of another man's cum. He knew already what he tasted like.

After all, he'd jerked off for years and had eaten his own loads for some time. He had wanted to see if Jessie's cum was as good as his.

"Don't worry, Mr. Carl, you'll get your share of my cum before you go back to the house. I promise you that." Again, it was like Jessie was reading his mind.
As he stood up Jessie got his first close-up view of Carl's uncut cock. Like his, it was rock hard and he could feel that stiffness when he wrapped his fingers around it for the first time. The contrast of his black fingers against this white cock still amazed him. Mr. James' cock was much like Mr. Carl's, only Mr.
James' cock was smaller. Longer, but smaller in girth and he was circumcised, too. He could easily take all of Mr. James' cock down his throat with no problems but he knew he'd have to get use to this one before he tried to take it all. He had plenty of time though to work on it.

In one swoop he took half of Mr. Carl's cock into his mouth, forcing his tongue into the opening of his foreskin, feeling around the cock head below the skin.
Besides sucking pussy, sucking cock was the thing he liked most. Yes, he was going to enjoy all the time he and Mr. Carl would be spending with
each other.

He bobbed his head up and down, taking more and more of Carl's cock into his mouth and the beginning of his throat. He was now confident that before the night was over he'd be getting his nose down to the pubic hair. Using both hands he jacked the cock, feeling the foreskin slide down and over the cock head
then up and over it again. He loved the feel of the skin as it moved against the cock head and he was soon tasting the beginnings of Carl's pre cum as well. With some reluctance he pulled off the cock and looked up at Carl.

"I want you to join me in my bedroom, please. I think it's time we both enjoyed each other at the same time. It'll be more comfortable on the bed though, instead of in here on the floor."

Carl followed him to the bedroom, where he removed the rest of his clothing and Jessie came out of his robe and slippers for the first time. He watched Jessie get on the bed and settle in the middle of his king-sized mattress and motioned for him to join him there. With no hesitation he did just that and
then they turned around so that they each had a hard cock in their faces, knowing what was expected to be done. Without the hesitation he's shown earlier, Carl took the black uncut cock into his mouth and started off where he'd left off. This time there was more pre cum to enjoy and it was quickly lapped up and sucked down his throat. He felt Jessie do the same thing to him and shut his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of another man's mouth on him. He had to admit to himself that he'd always been curious to try this, but had never had the gumption, or the balls, to actually ask someone to let him do it. He guessed that it was really every man's dream and desire to witness what it actually felt like to have another man suck his cock and to also suck one as well. He knew that Jessie wouldn't have to ask him again, too. He'd gladly meet with the man and suck his cock all he wanted to. Just as long as Jessie was willing to return the favor.

Jessie sucked Carl until he knew he wouldn't be able to stop him from shooting his load into his mouth.

In fact, that's just what he wanted. He wanted Carl to shoot a huge load of his cum into his mouth and down his throat. He wanted it more then he'd wanted to fuck Catherine. So he continued to keep up the pressure with is mouth, taking the cock as deeply as he could, knowing that the friction the back of his
throat caused would only increase the need to shoot. Before long he got his reward.

"I'm CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" Carl hollered as he pulled his mouth off Jessie's cock. "Man, suck that cock, Jessie! SUCK IT!!!!!"

It's a good thing Jessie's house is far from the main one. Because surely Catherine would've been able to hear that one!

Carl stuffed his mouth full of black cock and sucked like Jessie had sucked him. He didn't even realize it, but he'd also gotten all of Jessie's cock down his throat and he was unknowingly using the same technique Jessie had use on him. In only a matter of minutes Jessie was shooting his load down his
throat, too.

Unlike Carl, Jessie didn't holler out. He merely lay there and enjoyed the feeling of draining his cock into another man's mouth once more. Yes, this was going to be a very mutual thing for the two of them for some time.

He pulled out of Carl's mouth, leaving a string of cum the finally broke and settled on the man's chin and neck. Using his fingers he scooped it up and licked them off, enjoying the taste of his own juices, too.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand he was surprised to see that what he'd thought had been hours of cock sucking had indeed been only 45 minutes.
"Time does fly when you're having fun," he thought, and he knew more fun was in the future.

Hopefully the future would hold sessions with not only Catherine and Carl, but with each of them at the same time. It would take some convincing to get Carl to agree to it, especially after what he'd told him earlier, but he was sure he could convince the man to let him fuck his wife and make it sound like it
was his idea in the first place.

Time would tell though. Time would tell.

Chapter 4

When Carl got back to the house he found Catherine lying in the bed, busy fucking herself with her newest cucumber. He stood in the doorway and enjoy the view.

"She's becoming a real slut," he thought. "It's a shame she'll never know it though."

On the bed Catherine continued with her cucumber, not realizing she now had an audience. She'd decided to play with herself while her husband was gone.
After all, Carl had told her to enjoy herself while he attended to some business with Jessie, so that's just what she did.

As he watched his wife Carl decided it was time to once again get out of his clothes, so he began to strip while he stood there. By the time his pants and shorts were gone his cock was again rock hard and wanting some attention. He never realized he could get hard again so quickly after shooting a load, but it was going to be something he'd take advantage of in the future. He'd really enjoyed his session with Jessie and has surprised himself by liking the idea, and the actual deed, of sucking off another man. He had to admit to himself that he'd always wondered what it would be like to have a man suck his cock for him. He'd fantasized about it at times when he'd jack off, unable to get to Catherine in time to have her do it for him.

Catherine looked lovely, lying there on the bed with nothing on and her pussy shaved clean. He was glad he'd thought of that one. Now, if only he had the courage to shave himself. Perhaps one of these days. Heck, he might even get his wife to shave him. That would be something to behold. Watching as
his lovely wife trimmed his pubic hair and then shaved his cock and balls. Definitely something to consider in the future. If Catherine's pussy felt so good without any hair, he could imagine what his cock and balls would feel like without any hair down there.

He finally entered the room and called to his wife.

"Catherine?" he called.

Immediately she opened her eyes and beheld Carl's naked body standing at the side of the bed, his cock at attention, begging to be sucked. She forgot the cucumber in her pussy, leaving it there, and moved towards Carl, taking his hard cock into her mouth without even asking if that's what he wanted. It was
what she wanted, so she was going to do it.

She swirled her tongue around his uncut cock head, tasting it for the first time in over a week. Then she stuck her tongue down into the foreskin and licked around the head, savoring all the tastes beneath his excess skin. Then she poked into his piss hole, trying to suck out his cum, causing him to shiver
slightly, wanting badly to empty another load from his balls.

While she sucked his cock she looked up into her husband's face, seeing his approval for what she was doing for him. That alone caused her to increase her sucking, wanting all the more to taste his cum.

She pushed her head down further onto the hard cock, taking all of him into her mouth. She loved to feel his cock head bang against the back of her throat and she'd finally gotten to the point where she could deep throat him without setting off her gag reflex. She'd also learned to hold her head back a little, thus
allowing his cock easier access into her throat.

As she bobbed on his cock she could begin to taste his pre cum, knowing that it wouldn't be long now before he was ready to shoot his load into her mouth, and she tried all the harder to make that happen.

Watching her suck his cock Carl found himself wondering what Catherine would look like with Jessie's huge cock pumping into her pussy. He'd never thought of that before, but for some reason, after havingJessie suck his cock, the thought came to him and he began to ponder what it would look like. He also wondered if Jessie would be willing to fuck his wife, while he watched, of course. He had to admit to himself, he liked the idea and just the thought of watching another man fuck his wife excited him all the more. Especially if that man were black!

Catherine pulled off his cock, looked up at him, and told him, "I want you to shoot your cum into my mouth, Carl."

Who was he to refuse?

Taking his cock into his hand be began to jerk off, as Catherine's attention turned to his balls and she began to lick and suck on them. He knew he was close to shooting again, and he loved the idea that

Catherine wanted him to unload into her mouth, as he had so many times in the past.

It didn't take long before she got her wish and the first shot hit her right on the tip of her tongue, and with that she swallowed his cock again and felt the next shot go deep into her belly, bypassing her tongue and going straight down her throat. The next show was received on the back of her tongue and she licked her lips, showing Carl what he'd just shot off, then she swallowed it and again took his cock into her mouth, ready again to receive the next few shots.

She wasn't disappointed, either.

They both collapsed on the bed after that, with Carl turning so that he was on his back, right next to Catherine. With one hand he tweaked her hard nipples and with the other flicked her clitoris, causing her to shiver with her first orgasm of the night.

Once he'd regained his composure he got off the bed, knelt at the mattress, and began to lick and suck on the bald pussy before him.

"Shame there's no cum in there," he thought as he began to eat his wife out.

Since sucking off Jessie he found that he liked the taste of cum, including his own, and could hardly wait to taste more, whether it be his or Jessie's. Didn't matter to him. In fact, once again the thought of Jessie fucking Catherine, and leaving his cum in her for him to suck out, entered his mind.

"Damn! I'm really going to have to touch base with Jessie on this one. I would imagine he's love to fuck a white woman for a change." He never would know that Jessie had already sampled Catherine with both his mouth and his uncut cock.

Carl continued to suck Catherine's pussy until he got her to climax 3 times, then he crawled up on the bed and fell asleep. He'd plant a suggestion in his wife's mind the next morning, before he had to leave town on another business meeting.

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Carl sat at the table the next morning, waiting for Catherine to get out of the shower and come down stairs. While he waited he fixed his usual breakfast fare, toast with peanut butter, a glass of orange juice and a small glass of CranGrape juice.

Ten minutes later he heard the water shut off and knew it would probably be another ten minutes or so before his wife joined him. After all, it took her almost three times the time it took him to get ready every morning, what with all her makeup and such.

Twelve minutes later Catherine joined him at the table, a smile on her face. She was still under the control he'd exercised on her last night before going to Jessie's place.

"Catherine?"

"Yes," she answered slowly.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Very much, Carl. You know I love it when you let me suck your cock and then you suck my pussy."

"I'm glad you like it, too, dear. Listen, would you like to do something for me while I'm gone?"

"Gone? Don't tell me you've got another business meeting to go to! You just got home yesterday!"

"I know, dear, but the boss wants me to close this deal before the end of next week. It'll mean a huge bonus for me at the end of the year, too."

Catherine sat there and actually pouted. "But I'll miss you so much!"

"And I'll miss you just as much, dear, but it's got to be done. Think you can handle things here again while I'm gone? I know it's a lot to ask, but I know you're up to it."

"Sure, Carl. Not much to handle though. Jessie practically runs the place. I don't know what we'd do without him. I'm so glad you let me hire him, too. He worked so hard for Daddy and Mama, so I knew we'd be able to trust him."

"If you only knew," he thought to himself.

"Buttermilk," he said.

He watched as Catherine's chin rested on her chest, just above her already pointed nipples, which were poking out from her blouse.

"I want you to do me a favor while I'm gone, Catherine."

"What's that?" she asked.

"I want you to be very nice to Jessie. I mean a special nice. Do you understand what I'm asking you to do, dear?"

"You want me to treat Jessie special. Like I treat you special?"

"Yes. Like you treat me special," he answered.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Just do to Jessie what you let me do to you while I'm gone. I want him to think that you came up with the idea and that I had no influence on your decision at all. Do you understand?"

"Do you want me to suck his cock? Do you want me to fuck him? Do you want me to let him suck my pussy and my hard nipples?" While she asked these questions her hands went to her chest and she began to tweak her own nipples, getting them harder then they already were.

"Yes! That's exactly what I want you to do, Catherine. You'll not remember it, of course, but when I get home you'll be able to tell me what happened and how much you enjoyed it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand. I'm to let Jessie fuck me, suck me and I'm to suck him and fuck him and then tell you all about it when you get home. How many times do you want me to do this?"

"As many times as you like. But you will not, I repeat, YOU WILL NOT let Jessie fuck you in the ass.

Is that understood?"

"Jessie is not to fuck me in the ass. Yes. I understand."

"Good. Now, when I count to three you'll wake up all refreshed. One........Two..........Three!"

"I feel so good today, Carl. I must have slept like a baby last night."

"You were already sleeping when I got back from Jessie's last night, so I let you sleep and didn't disturb you."

"Thank you, Carl. That was nice of you. I've been unusually tired the last week or so. I guess I have a hard time sleeping when you're not here. Sure was nice to have you in bed with me again last night."

"I like it when we sleep together, but I do wish you'd let me do something........."

"Stop it right there, mister." Her tone of voice was something he'd come to recognize when the subject of sex came up.

"You know that isn't going to happen. I love you dearly, Carl, but I will not do something that is against the way I feel. Why do you think we don't have any children, Carl? I don't like sex! I don't want sex!

I will not even discuss sex! I thought I'd made myself quite clear on that subject, yet you keep on insisting on bringing it up. When will you stop?"

"Well, I guess I never will stop. Unlike you, I like sex. I want to have sex with my wife! If only you'd understand that!"

"Are you having an affair on me, Carl?"

He was even shocked to realize she'd thought of that.

"Hell, no! I don't need to have an affair! I love you, Catherine, even though you won't have sex with me.

That doesn't mean that I'm going to find it elsewhere though. When I get horny enough I can jack off all by myself, without having to get someone else to do it for me."

"Such language, Carl!"

"Well that's the way it is, Catherine."

"But why would you talk to me that way?"

"Because you asked!" he almost hollered at her. He regained his composure though and calmed down before he spoke to her again.

"Listen, Catherine. Sex is something married couples do all the time. It's only natural for them to want to have sex with their mates. I honestly don't know what your parents did to you to make you hate even the thought of having sex, but damn it! I'm your husband and it's my right to expect my wife to
satisfy me on occasion!"

He almost got up and stomped out of the room, but by the expression on her face he could tell that her feelings had been hurt by the language he used, as well as the tone of his voice.

"Listen, Catherine. I love you. Only you. I don't even want to think of having sex with anyone other then you. It wouldn't be right! I can live with this though. If that's what you really want."

"It's what I want, Carl.

"I'm sorry if it hurts your feelings, dear, but sex is something I can live without. I hope you'll one day understand that. If I were in your place, and you didn't like sex, I'd do my best to understand your feelings and I'd try not to pressure you into something you don't feel good doing."

Just the there was a knock on the back door and a couple of minutes later Jessie entered through the kitchen. He could tell something important was being discussed though, and he made his apologies.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked.

"No," Catherine answered. "Our conversation is over." She looked at her husband, and smiled. "I really do hope you can understand the way I feel, Carl."
She kissed him on the cheek and left the room, heading upstairs to the bedroom.

All Carl could do was sit there and shake his head.

"Some understanding would be nice," he said, almost to himself. Unfortunately, Jessie heard him and questioned him about it.

"You and Miss Catherine having some problems, Mr. Carl?" he asked.

"Nothing I can't handle, Jessie," he replied.

Jessie pulled up a chair and poured himself a cup of coffee, as he'd done every morning for the past 30 years. He'd been so much a part of the family that he still took advantage of the situation, and no one complained at all. He fit in here and he wanted to continue to fit in.

He looked at Carl, trying to read the expressions on the man's face.

"You ok," he asked.

Carl looked up at him, a surprised look on his face.

"You mean about last night?" he asked.

"Yes. About last night."

"I'm fine with it, Jessie. Yes, I liked it, too."

"I did, too, Mr. Carl. You're not mad at me?"

"Mad? No. I'm not mad. It's not like it's something I hadn't thought about doing myself. I just never had the balls to actually do it."

"So, you'd be ok with getting with me another time, for a repeat performance?"

"Sure, Jessie. I'd like that. Right now though I gotta get my things packed and head out for another business meeting."

"You going to be gone long this time, Mr. Carl?"

"About two weeks this time, Jessie. Got to get this all finished before the holidays and back home again. I have a surprise for the misses and I want to be here for the holiday and give it to her myself."

"Mind sharing what that surprise is?"

"Well, if you must know, I got her a dog as a companion for when I do have to go out of town. I want her to feel protected while I'm not here." He noticed the hurt expression on Jessie's face after he'd said it.

"Hey, Jessie, I know you're here, but I'd feel better. Especially at night when she's in the house all by herself."

"Doesn't hurt my feelings none. In fact, I think it's a good idea. These days you never know what might happen anymore. Seems like crime is up way too much these days and it never hurts to protect your loved ones. I think she'd like a dog. What kind you getting her?"

"I thought of a Doberman, but then I thought she might be scared by him, so I got her a great dane instead. They're gentle with their owners and their size should deter someone of even thinking of doing something once they see him."

"So, he's a puppy then?"

"Actually, he's almost a year old. The owner is having to move to California for his job and will have to get an apartment. He found out he wouldn't be able to take King with him, so I told him I'd make sure he had a good home."

"Mighty nice of you, sir. Yep. I think Miss Catherine is gonna like that dog." Already the gears in Jessie's mind were beginning to work up a plan, both for the dog and Miss Catherine. And, with Mr. Carl gone for weeks at a time, he'd have plenty of time to set it all in motion. He had no idea that
Carl had already implanted the idea of Catherine fucking and sucking him off while he was gone for the next two weeks. And no idea that Catherine would be the one to ask him to let her do it, either.

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Carl was gone for only two days when his suggestion to Catherine took root.

The evening of the second day she called Jessie to the main house, on the assumption that he'd be dining with her that evening.

He was totally unprepared for what he'd encounter once he got there.

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Catherine as going to go all out on this. She'd already decided that when she opened the door to welcome Jessie into the house that she'd be standing there with nothing but a grin on her face, her naked body staring him right in the face. Then she'd grab him by his crotch and drag him to the next
room where she'd take off his clothes so that she could finally see the package he had to offer her.

She was already wet just thinking about it.

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As he stood in the doorway his thoughts were actually on the meal to come. He wondered if she'd fixed his favorites and could already taste them in him mind. He had other plans for the evening, but those could wait till after the meal was finished.

Unknown to him, the meal was simply a ruse to get him to the house.

Catherine was in her bedroom when she heard the knock on the door. She knew at a time like this that Jessie would wait for her to answer the door. After all, he was invited this time, and not to be treated as a member of the family.

It was rare for Jessie to be invited to a meal, especially with Mr. Carl out of town, but he knew what he was expected to do, so he waited for Miss Catherine to answer the door and let him in.

Just as his patience was about to run out he heard the lock being unlatched and watched as the door was drawn opened. The shock of what he saw was so total that he was completely speechless.

Right there in front of him stood Miss Catherine, without a stitch of clothing on.

Her nipples were standing at attention, begging for attention. She actually stood there tweaking those nipples with her fingers, silently inviting him into the house as she did so.

He entered without hesitation. His cock was already standing at attention, wanting attention of another kind.

"You like what you see, Jessie?" she asked him.

Again, the words wouldn't come to his mouth.

She looked at this crotch and said the only thing that came to her mind, "Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?"

He laughed at that one. He'd not heard it in a long time and, while it was an old cliche, it still fit the situation. After all, once he saw that naked body in front of him all his cock could do was get still in anticipation of what was yet to come.

He grabbed her hand, pressing it to his hard member and asked," What do you think, Miss Catherine?"

"I think it's something I need to take care of right away, don't you?"

"I sure do."

On the way to the living room, dinner completely forgotten ("If there ever was to be a dinner," he thought) by now. The only thing that mattered was his hard cock and the naked body pulling him into the house, towards the living room.

Once in the big room Catherine fell to her knees, pulled Jessie closer, tugged open his pants, dropped them to the floor, followed by his boxers, thus releasing his hard cock. With no hesitation whatsoever she covered his cock head with her mouth and began to suck as if her life depended on getting him to
shoot his load into her hot mouth. In truth, that's exactly what he wanted to do, too.

As she sucked his uncut cock her other hand rolled his balls between her fingers, causing more desires to make themselves known to him. He felt her tongue as it insinuated itself between his loose skin and his cock head, driving the tip of her tongue into his piss hole. Then she sucked as hard as she could, coaxing his pre cum from his balls where she could finally get a taste of it.

"It's a shame she doesn't remember our first time together," he thought.

Then he wondered if Carl had put this idea into her head. Had to be, especially since he knew her predilection towards sex. Silently he thanked Carl for this and was determined to show him how thankful he was once he got home. He'd give him a blow job like he'd never done for another man,
and it would be one for the books, too. But right now he intended to enjoy whatever it was Miss Catherine had in mind for tonight.

Right now, along with sucking his cock and playing with his huge balls, she was also moving her other hand to where she could stick a finger up his ass.

A look of surprise registered on his face at the first penetration, but he was glad she was doing it, as he liked something up his ass on occasion. He'd even been know to take a cock up there, when the time was right and he was with someone he really liked. It hadn't happened too often, but then again,
living on the grounds like this his exposure to other males was limited and of all the men he did get with only one had fit that bill. But that had been Catherine's father at the time. It had been a relationship that had lasted for almost 25 years and had continued till the old man had died years
earlier. He still missed Mr. James at times.

He watched as his cock disappeared into Miss Catherine's mouth, still amazed at the contrast of his black skin and her white skin. The thrill of actually having a white women suck his cock and let him fuck her, too, was still strong. His memories of that night a couple of weeks ago was still fresh and he'd thought about it often during the past weeks, wishing he had another chance to fuck this woman.

Catherine's mind wondered as she sucked Jessie. Something was nagging at the back of her mind.

It was like she'd done this before. The texture of his uncut cock felt familiar, as did the taste of his pre cum. Memories kept flashing in the back of her mind but never stayed there long enough to completely register. Perhaps she'd only dreamed of one day sucking a black cock, and then fucking
one, too. Her memories were foggy and she didn't linger on them too long, wanting to fill this sudden desire in her body to do this to Jessie. For some reason she felt compelled to suck this black cock.

Her juices were running down her inner legs as she continued to suck, drawing the cock back into her throat, as she'd done with Carl the night before. Now memories of doing this to Carl were also starting to enter her mind. And, once more, she dismissed them as only dreams.

In her current state of mind she didn't realize that in real life she couldn't stand the thought of sex, whether it be with a white man or a black one. All she could think of right now was getting this black cock to shoot it's load into her mouth where she could taste it and swallow it all. All her body wanted at this time was this black cock in her mouth and later deep in her pussy.

Again, she deep throated the cock and sucked his loose skin down the back of her throat, feeling it slide down behind her tongue. Then she'd use her hands to pull the skin back down the shaft until it pulled out of her throat and she could feel the end on the flat part of her tongue and then she'd suck on it for a while, using it like a straw to pull out the pre cum that had already leaked from his balls. Then she'd pull the skin further back down the shaft, waiting till it was just about to uncover his cock head and she'd insinuate her tongue between the cock head and the loose skin, making her tongue feel confined
between them. She then wiggle it and lick up the excess cum that had finally begun to make itself known at the end of his cock head. For some reason she felt like she'd already tasted Jessie's load, but it didn't stop her and she devoured the cum as it was released. Finally she got enough suction on
his cock that it would only be minutes before she felt his load displayed on her tongue and in her mouth.

Her pussy got wetter with the thought and she soon had one hand between her legs, pinching her clit while sucking on his cock.

When she realized he was about to shoot his load, Catherine pulled his cock out of her mouth and let the first blast hit her right in her face. The warm feeling of his cum excited her and, with the friction of her fingers on her clit, she came for the first time. Her juices were really flowing now and it would make his entry into her much easier. Right now though her only thoughts were of draining his cock with her mouth first.

After the first shot she quickly popped his cock into her mouth again, this time getting met with a stream of cum that missed the back of her tongue and went straight down her throat, filling her stomach with it's warmness and eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

The next few shots landed on her tongue and she swallowed it greedily, wanting more and more. She got three more shots before his balls drained and is cock started to deflate. Still she continued to suck, not wanting the erection to go. Finally she gave in though, when it was apparent that no matter how
hard she sucked it just wasn't going to stay hard. But, given time and some rest, she knew he'd get it up again in time to fuck her with it.

Standing in front of him she opened her mouth, to allow him to see the traces of his juices still in her mouth.

He grabbed her and pulled her closer, planting a kiss on those luscious lips of hers.

She felt his tongue enter her mouth and swirl around inside, collecting as much of the remains of his cum as he could. Then he backed up, opened his mouth so she could see it inside his mouth, and then he swallowed.

When she saw that she smiled at him and finished swallowing what was left in her mouth.

Pulling her to the sofa he gently pushed her down until she was sitting in front of him, her head level with his crotch, but he wasn't wanting her to give him more oral stimulation. This time it was his turn to use his mouth on her. He pushed her back on the soft and then pulled her legs until her butt
was sitting on the edge of the cushions, into a reclining position. Now her pussy was right in front of him and he spread her legs, pushing them back until her knees met the tips of her rock hard nipples, then he went to work enjoying the juices already streaking down her inner thighs

He started licking at the back of her knees, where the trail of her juices stopped, and slowly and deliberately worked towards her crotch. Once he finished one leg he started at the same place on the other one. By the time he got to her crotch more juices were beginning to pool and he quickly lapped
them up as well. When he finally got to her bald pussy, pulling open her outer lips, he was greeted with still more wetness.

He licked the outer lips first, never daring to actually enter her with his tongue until he was sure there was nothing remaining outside her pussy. When he was finished there he again pulled her open and concentrated on one lip at a time, licking into her and her inner lips, cleaning her up as he went.

After making sure he'd gotten it all there he placed his whole mouth on her hole and began to gently suck on both pair of lips, drawing more nectar from within.

The slickness of her bald pussy excited him like nothing else. While he enjoyed sucking on a pussy, whether or not it had hair, this was the first completely bald pussy he'd sucked for a long time, not counting his earlier encounter with her. There wasn't even any stubble to cause irritation on his
mouth and tongue and he was thankful for that much. This way his enjoyment was total and his pleasuring much more fun.

Catherine moaned and rocked her hips with each penetration of his tongue into her pussy. When he'd licked her outer and inner lips it was all she could do to stay on the sofa and let him continue with his oral ministrations. His tongue felt so good inside her that she never wanted him to stop. She could actually feel the suction as he concentrated on her inner lips, and she thought she could also feel her juices being sucked out of her as well. She wondered how it could feel so good!

After getting Catherine to cum 3 times with his mouth he decided it was time to once again fuck her pussy. While it wouldn't be as tight as it was the first time, he was sure it would still feel snug and that she'd be so wet that his penetration this time would be like a knife cutting hot butter. He backed
up on his knees and brought his once again hard cock up to her pussy lips.

From her position on the sofa, Catherine had a clear view of Jessie's black cock as he placed his uncut head against her lips. The she watched as he pulled his foreskin back to expose this purplish head, leaving some of his skin still on his cock head. She knew that once his head entered her all his skin
would be puckered behind that cock head until he pulled out of her again. Then, once he started to pull out, his skin would once again begin to slowly cover his head and that excited her even more.

Jessie slowly pushed until his head disappeared into her. He watched her eyes as they widened and her pussy slowly adjusted to his size again and accepted him. She was unbelievably wet inside and there was almost no resistance to his penetration this time. She slid smoothly into her and once he
was completely inside began to stroke in and out of her warmth and wetness. For the first few strokes it was like he was fucking a balloon filled with oil. There was little, if any, friction and that continued for the first strokes until the friction started to build and he soon felt his skin against the inside of her pussy.
Once more she started to moan and gyrate her hips, trying as hard as she could to pull him deeper into her hole. Finally she felt his cock head bump against her cervix and she knew for sure that he could go no further. To do so he'd almost have to penetrate her cervix.

Building up a steady stroking motion Jessie pounded into her wet hole and continued until he gave out of breath. He rested a few minutes and let her straighten out her legs, with him still inside her, to ease the cramps he felt she'd already been feeling since he started fucking into her. After a while of
rest she let him know she was ready again by thrusting her hips up to his crotch, so he once again began to push his cock into her.

Reaching down between her legs, Catherine was able to feel his erection as he fucked into her. With each movement she could feel his foreskin withdraw and slide up the length of his shaft. Again and again she felt this and her pussy creamed even more. Finally she clamped her legs around his hips
and thrust up to him one final time, triggering her last climax. When she came this time he did, too.

She could feel his shots deep inside her. Each shot slowly filled her pussy with his cream and finally he stopped thrusting, pushing in one last time. Then, holding her legs up, despite the cramps in them, he backed up, knelt down in front of her, and plastered his mouth to her hole and sucked all his cum
out of her well used pussy.

Another climax racked her body and she finally sagged, limp, against the back of the sofa. She was completely worn out, but also completely satisfied.
Not that she'd remember any of it in the morning.

Chapter 5

Two weeks after the unremembered encounter with Jessie, Catherine heard a knock on the front door and when she answered it she was surprised to find Jessie standing there, holding a large package in his arms.

"Good morning, Miss Catherine," Jessie greeted her. "I have something here for you. It's something special that your daddy and momma left for you."
"The did?" she replied.

"Yes, mam, they did. I was told not to give it to you until now though."

"I wonder why?"

"I have no idea," Jessie answered. "All I know is your daddy told me not to give it to you until he'd been gone a while. He even told me when he thought the time would be right."

"Why would he do something like that, Jessie?"

"I have no idea, Miss Catherine. I just told him I'd do whatever he wanted me to do."

"Well, you did work for them a long time, didn't you? I'm sure he had his reasons."

"Almost 40 years. And now, with the time I've spent with you and Mr. Carl, it's almost 60 years."

Catherine invited him into the house and they both went into the living room and she invited him to sit and talk to her for a while.

"I wonder why father would want to wait so long before I saw whatever it is in that box?"

"I have no idea," Jessie answered.

Looking at the package she could see that it was sealed with tape, wrapped all around it and then wrapped around the package and the cover. When she looked closer she could see her father's signature written on the tape. She knew exactly what it was, too. It was his way of making sure the it
wasn't opened before the appointed time. She'd seen him do many a package like that. It was just the way he did things.

"I've also got an envelope for you," said Jessie, holding out a sealed envelope with her name written on the front of it. Again, the signature underneath her name was that of her father.

As she took the envelope Jessie got up and let her know that he had some chores to finish and if she was to need him all she had to do was call him on his cell phone and he'd come back to the house.

Jessie already knew what was in the box and, as much as he wanted to be there to see her open it and witness the look on her face when she realized what it was, he also knew that she'd need time to consider what had just been divulged to her. He knew it would be a shock to her system, but he was determined
to let her do this by herself. She needed to know what her parents had been into, and in order to do that she had to be alone to open the box and go through the contents.

Catherine saw him to the door and then returned to the living room. Once she sat down in her comfortable lounge chair she opened the letter and began to read:

"Catherine:
I know that what you're about to see is going to come as quite a shock to you, but I feel it's time to learn some of the things that went on around the house when your momma was still with us. Please, don't think bad of us. We went into this knowing full well what we were doing. It was something your mother
and I wanted to do for a long time. Once we made up our minds there was nothing to hold us back. We enjoyed ourselves and we're hoping that this will ignite something inside you, to bring your feelings out into the open. Your mother and I raised you up to be proper, but we also realized, perhaps too late, that your primness would somehow hold you back, retard your growth as a woman. After you read this you'll find a similar letter from your mother. Please read it. I have no idea what she'll tell you, but please remember this - we both love you very much and we, especially your mother, feel guilty about the way
we raised you. Especially after some of the things we did.

Father"

"Just like my father," she thought. "He always referred to himself as 'Father'. Never 'daddy', but 'Father'.

Then she saw the letter from her mother, in her distinct cursive writing. She opened it and read it, too:

"Cathy:

First of all, I want to apologize to you for holding you back in your development. After the things your father and I went through I now realize I was wrong to teach you so many things that were wrong. I wanted you to be a woman and to do that I felt it was necessary to teach you that things such as sex for anything other then procreation was wrong. I now regret those decisions. Please, dear, don't judge your father and I too harshly. We did what we thought was right for you, at that time. Only after we started in our new lifestyle did I realize that I'd told you things that were wrong. I never intended to hurt you, or to stunt your development as a woman. Please look at the items your father and I have saved for you and I hope
you'll come to understand what we both mean in these letters. We both love you very much, Cathy.

Momma"

Catherine sat there holding the letters from both parents. She read and re-read each a couple of times, trying to guess at what they were trying to tell her. What was the deep secret they both had held from her? Would it change her life drastically? Would it change her life with Carl? What was it??? There
was only one way to find out. She got up and went to the table where the box rested, looking at it like something terrible was hidden inside, even though she had absolutely no idea what was inside.

She went to the desk and got out the pair of scissors, went back to the box and cut the tape along the bottom of the lid. When the last piece of tape was severed the top puffed up a little bit, revealing to her that the box was packed to beyond full with whatever was inside. She pulled off the top and found
what looked to be three photo albums inside, along with a couple of VHS tapes. She also found a couple more sealed letters, all of them addressed to her with the signatures of both her parents on them.

"It's funny," she thought, but in all the time I was with my parents I can never remember them calling themselves by their given names. It was always momma and father when I was around them. Betty and Edward were never used, unless they had company (which wasn't often)."

She noticed that the albums were numbered, 1,2, and 3. There were also some dates written on them.

Most were from at least 50 years ago and she wondered what could've happened way back then that would affect her life today. After all at her age it wasn't likely to mean a lot to her now. Still, why had her father wanted to wait till now for Jessie to give this all to her? She guessed that she'd find out soon
enough.

Returning to her seat in the recliner, she opened the first album and the first thing she saw was a photo of her mother. But it wasn't like any picture of her mother she'd ever seen before. In this picture her mother was standing naked in front of the camera, standing in front of her bed. The next picture was
even closer, showing her that her mother kept her mound shaved, just like she did. Was this something her mother wanted her to know about herself? She could only wonder. Flipping through more pages she found that all the pictures of her mother were in the nude. Not a stitch of clothing anywhere around,
not even anything on the floor at her feet. Her mother would be in different poses, bending over and showing the cameraman her ass ("Who was taking the pictures?" she wondered. Only later did it occur to her that it had been her father. "Who else could it have been?") Several others showed her lying on the bed and spreading her legs, using her hands to hold herself open, displaying the pinkness inside her vaginal lips.

Flipping more pages she soon found images of her mother stuffing things up inside her body, things from cucumbers to bananas and even a coke bottle! That surprised her to no end. The first album ended with those images.

Not realizing what was happening to her own body though, she was pinching her own nipples as she looked at her mother displaying her body and actually playing with herself. She was also getting wet between her legs, and an itchy feeling was beginning to crawl up her legs, ending at her vagina.

Getting up she got the next album and began to thumb through it, like she had the first one.

This album didn't show her mother until almost half way through it.

This time the pictures she was looking at were those of her father, just as naked as her mother had been. Again, she noticed that her father kept his private areas shaved. The pictures showed him also bending over and showing off his naked ass to the photographer, supposedly her mother this
time. There were also pictures of him poking things up his ass, much as her mother had stuffed things inside of her body.

Turning a page she found a hand holding her father's penis. It looked like her mother's hand, at least she hoped it was her mother's hand.
Several more showed the hand pulling on the penis she held, and when she turned the next page it showed her mother sitting next to him on the bed. She knew the younger woman was her mother, having seen pictures of her momma when she was younger. The page was turned and this time it showed her mother, with her father's penis in her mouth!

She almost dropped the album.

Taking another look it was as she first saw it. Her mother was indeed taking her father's penis into her mouth. And there were more pictures of her doing this. Then, with the turn of the next page, she found a picture of her father using his mouth on her mother's vagina! There was even a close up picture of him
licking her insides with his tongue!

Once again, Catherine was pinching her nipples, which were already rock hard and beginning to ache.

The wetness between her legs was getting worse, as well. She already knew that her panties were soaked, as she felt her juices running down her inner legs.

By the end of the second album her father was fucking her mother and apparently they were both enjoying it very much.

On the back, inside cover of the second album she found a note taped there. It read:

"Cathy:

I know these pictures may have shocked you, but please, before you go any further, get out the tape labeled #1 and look at it. I think I know how you're feeling by this time, but remember this, your father and I did this willingly. We really did enjoy all these things you see and there is more, but
for right now it's time to look at the first tape. This will show you how much we enjoyed this, better then the pictures ever could.

Momma"

Catherine could only sit there and look blankly at the piece of paper attached to the inside of the album cover. All this was really hard to believe right now. If it weren't for the pictures, the proof right in front of her, she'd have believed that her parents were up to something, and not of their own free will, either.
Before she did anything further, she went to the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. Her mouth was dry and her pussy was soaking wet. She felt her thighs slide together as she walked, and her juices were trailing down her inner legs. She imagined that if she looked behind her she'd see a trail of herself
on the floor, like a trail of breadcrumbs.

She was determined not to look back though, afraid of what she might see.

After finishing her drink she went back into the living room and got the first tape out of the box, then went to the VCR and pushed it inside and then turned on the TV and hit "PLAY" on the machine.

Then she returned to her seat and waited for the tape to start.

And start it did!

It was nothing but fucking, at it's finest.

The subjects of the tape were even her own parents, too!

There were her father and mother humping like two jack rabbits.

And the noises!

Her mother never stopped groaning, and with each thrust of her father the groans got louder.

Then came the screaming!

"FUCK ME, EDWARD! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!!!"

Every time she screamed it seemed like she was getting louder. And it appeared as if she was liking it, too!

"How could she like it?" she hollered at the TV screen. "How could she like it?"

Every time she hollered at the TV her fingers pinched her nipples harder, but she wasn't aware of it. She only knew that it made her feel better.

Yet, she couldn't take her eyes off the spectacle in front of her. She was actually watching her parents as they fucked! She could actually see her father's penis going in and out of her mother's vagina. She watched as her mother wrapped her legs around her father's waist and drew him deeper into her body
and the screaming continued to grow louder.

To her the worse part was that her mother seemed to actually enjoy the pummeling that her father was giving her.

As she watched her father pulled out and pointed his penis at her mothers body, jacking his penis until she shot something out of it, watching it land on her mother's belly. She realized that she'd just seen her father shoot his semen on her mother. Then, her mother sat up on the bed, pulled her husband
closer to her, and took his penis into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on her husband until he groaned and, from the look of it, shot another load into her mouth.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" she shouted at the screen

"How could you tell me that this is all wrong and then enjoy yourself so much, mother? How could you?"

Catherine buried her head into her hands and cried. Cried like she hadn't done since the funerals of her parents. Her mother had instilled into her that sex was wrong! That it was nasty! That you were only to have sex if you wanted to have children!

And yet, there were her parents, on the TV right in front of her, fucking each other like there was no tomorrow. She felt so betrayed at this moment.
She couldn't take any more. The VCR was turned off, then the TV. She ejected the tape, put it back into the box, along with the two albums and left them there, while she left the room and went to her bedroom. Once there she got undressed, took a hot shower and went to bed for a while. There had been a lot in those albums that she'd been totally unaware of. It had taken her by surprise and she didn't know how to handle it.

Part of her wanted to just lay there until she died. Part of her wanted to get revenge on her mother by going out and picking up the first man she came across and fuck him till she did die. Part of her wanted to go to the cemetery and rant and rave at her now dead parents. Why had they done this to her? What
purpose did it serve now to reveal all this to her almost 50 years after their deaths?

All this was on her mind when she finally fell asleep.

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Jessie had stood outside the living room window and watched as Catherine looked at the video playing on the TV.

He smiled.

It wasn't every day that he had the chance to witness something like this.

He'd enjoyed watching Catherine as she witnessed her parents fucking each other. The look on her face had been priceless when she'd finally learned the truth about her parents. And the best was yet to come as far as he was concerned. Once she learned of his participation in the events of her parents he
wondered how she'd react to that. Only time would tell.

Right now though, he had something else in mind.

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Using his passkey, Jessie let himself into the main house. He already knew Catherine was sleeping in the master bedroom, so he didn't have a lot to worry about. And it wasn't like he was breaking into the house. After all, he'd worked here for 60+ years and he felt as though he was a member of the family.

Slowly he made his way to the master bedroom. Once there he stood outside the doorway and watched as Catherine played with herself.

She was still sleeping, but steadily pinching her hard nipples with one hand, while probing her pussy with the other one. Her eyes were closed and there was no noise coming from her. Her body was reacting to what she was doing though. While sleeping her hips were moving in time to the way her fingers probed her clitoris, with sporadic tics occasionally causing her body to slightly jump on the bed. Obviously she was having some orgasms to the stimulation she was giving herself.

While standing there Jessie got undressed, until he was just as naked as she was. Then he crossed into the room and stood at the side of her bed. Even with her somewhat flat chest her nipples were still her best feature. They stood at attention, begging for more attention, other then what she was giving herself
as she pinched them to even harder states. He wanted to reach out and caress them himself, but that would mean giving himself away, and he didn't want to do that just yet. Instead he stood and watched, and waited.

Even in her sleep Catherine felt like she was being watched. She had no idea what she was doing to herself as she lay there, but she still felt like someone was close by.

She opened her eyes...................

"Buttermilk."

Instantly she slumped back onto the bed, in a state that was open to any suggestion that could, and would, be made. It's just that she'd never remember it. She wouldn't even remember seeing Jessie

Standing at the side of her bed, his huge black, uncut cock almost in her face.

What she did do though, after a few minutes, was open her eyes again. She saw the black cock in her face and instantly took hold and pulled it towards her mouth, which was already open, anticipating the taste in her mouth as she sucked on it, pulling all that loose skin down the back of her throat.
Jessie stood there and let Catherine use her hot mouth on his hard organ once again. He couldn't get enough of her sucking him off. He reached down and pinched her nipples between his huge black fingers, feeling the texture of her nipples on his skin. With his other hand he reached down and patted her
bare pussy, feeling the leaking moisture that had already accumulated there.

"Damn!" he thought, "when this lady cums, she really gets wet. Makes it that much easier to get this huge piece of meat into her with ease."

Jessie loved fucking Catherine, almost as much as he'd enjoyed fucking her mother. The only difference right now was that Carl wasn't there. When he'd been with Edward and Betty it was always with an audience. Edward loved to watch his wife take Jessie's cock into her body. He'd love to suck on Jessie
as he ate Betty, too. And then Betty would fuck her husband and suck Jessie's cock until he shot his load, either into her mouth or all over her face. To Betty it didn't matter where she got it. She was addicted to cum and would take it anywhere she could get it. The only thing she wouldn't let either her husband or Jessie do was fuck her in the ass. She wasn't about to let that happen. She felt that her pussy was their's to do with as they pleased, but her ass was hers alone and no one messed with her back there. They knew she wouldn't allow it, so they never even tried.

He looked down and watched as she continued to suck him off.

The look on her face as she sucked him was priceless.

"It's a shame she'll never remember any of this," he thought.

Then he got an idea, and it made him smile.

In the meantime, Catherine sucked his shaft, pulled her mouth off him and gave her attention to his balls, sucking and licking on them one at a time. When she finished there she sat up on the bed and pulled him down onto it. She got up and knelt down at the edge of the mattress and pulled his legs up and pushed
them forward until his knees were touching his chest, then she pressed her mouth to his ass hole and began to lick and suck on is rosebud.

She'd never done that before and Jessie marveled at how good it felt to once again have someone lick him down there. The last one to do that had been Edward, and he'd gotten to the point where he could make

Jessie shoot his load but jamming his tongue up his hole. She moved her focus to his balls again, and the area just below them and continued to lick him there. Then, as she sucked his balls once again, stuck two fingers up his ass, causing his to shoot his load right there. Once she realized what had happened she got up and licked up his cream from his belly and then moved up his body until she could suck on his nipples, biting them with her teeth until he could no longer take the pain and had to force her to concentrate on other areas, like his cock once again. She sucked him until his erection shrank and
she looked into his eyes..................

......................and smiled!

Then she opened her mouth, showing him the load she'd just licked up and then, as he watched, she swallowed it all, opening her mouth once again to show him it was all gone.

Now it was time to make his move.

"Catherine."

"Yes," she answered dreamily.

"I have something I want you to do for me."

"Yes, Jessie."

"When Carl gets home from his next trip I want you to make sure he's comfortable and relaxed, then I want you to call me to come to the house. Once I'm there, and in the same room with you and your husband, I want you to get on your knees, pull my pants down and suck my cock in front of Carl. Do you understand,

Catherine?"

"Yes. I understand, Jessie. You want me to pull your pants down and suck your cock in front of Carl."

"That's right, but I want you to wait till after his next trip, not when he gets home this time. I think he has a surprise for you this time."

"Yes, Jessie," she said again and then returned her attention to his already hardening again cock. She lowered her head and again took his cock into her mouth, lavishing it with her tongue and sucking his excess skin down the back of her throat again. The feel of all that skin slithering down her throat caused
her to climax again.

When she climaxed the third time sucking on his cock he got her on her back, with her legs pressed against her chest, rubbing against those beautiful nipples, he slowly slid into her and fucked her for a while. He wasn't in a hurry, just wanting to enjoy the moment and the feeling of her warmth engulfing his cock. It never ceased to amaze him just how good it felt to be so deep inside her, with her pussy gripping him and trying it's best to get him to release his load. Once he did that then he'd again lay her back and eat his deposit from her as it slowly seeped out of her depths.

He knew that Carl was due for another trip in a month and already he could hardly wait to see the look on his face when his darling wife got him on his knees and she sucked his black cock right in front of him.

There was something else he was looking forward to as well.

He wanted to see what Catherine would do with a Great Dane and he hoped Carl would initiate it, but if he didn't then he'd take the situation in his own black hands.

Chapter 6

As Jessie entered his home the phone started to ring. Looking at the called ID he could see that it was Carl.

"Probably back from his trip by now," he thought.

"Hello!"

"Jessie. This is Carl. I'm on my way home from the airport now and I have the dog with me.

Would you please meet me at the barn? I should be there in about 20 minutes."

"Sure thing, Mr. Carl. I'll be waiting for you there."

"Thank you, Jessie. See you shortly."

The connection was broken and he hung up the phone.

"Well," he thought, "looks like things are gonna start to heat up around here pretty soon."

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When the car reached the barn Carl could see Jessie waiting by the door, which was already open and waiting for him to pull the car inside.

After parking he got out of the car and went to open the back door, where the great dane eagerly waited to be released. After being cramped into the back seat the freedom of being outside would feel great.

Jessie was surprised at the size of the animal. He knew great danes were big dogs, but never having actually seen one this close before, the size almost intimidated him. He could only wonder how Catherine would react to the animal when she finally saw him.

"Big, isn't he, Jessie?"

"Yessir, he sure is. Where did you get him?"

"One of the men I know on my sales route is being transferred to California and has to get an apartment. The managers won't allow pets so he asked me if I'd mind taking care of him. I'm not sure how long he'll be out there, but I promised I'd take good care of him."

"And Miss Catherine doesn't know about this yet, does she?"

"Nope. It's going to be a surprise."

"You got that right!"

"You know something, Jessie? I'm not even sure if Catherine like animals or not. Wonder what I'll do if she doesn't like him?"

"Only one way to find out, Mr. Carl!"

The two men shared a laugh at that statement.

After putting the dane into one of the unused stalls the two men retreated to on of the other stalls and they both began to remove their clothing, soon standing naked in front of each other, both sporting hard cocks, which they slowly stroked.

"I never would have believed that I'd enjoy something like this with another man," Carl said as they both laid on the already prepared blanket which covered the newly laid straw. Jessie knew that when Carl had mentioned he'd meet him at the barn what was going to happen once they got there. After all, they'd met at this same stall on numerous times in the past, each enjoying the oral ministrations of the other.

Once they were close to each other Jessie reached for Carl's hard, skin-covered cock and began to jerk it to a harder erection. Already pre cum was bubbling from the slit in the cock head and he smeared it around the tip, then licking the remaining liquid from his fingertip. Sitting up and leaning in closer, Jessie took Carl's cock into his mouth, once again enjoying the feel of the man's hard tool in his mouth. It never ceased to amaze him just how much he enjoyed sucking another man's cock. Sure, he'd had plenty of experience with Miss Catherine's parents, but now he was actually sucking her husband off. While not as large as Mr. James was, Carl's cock was still quite large, for a white man. During his youth he'd sucked plenty of cocks, both black and white and Mr. James had had the biggest cock for a white man he'd ever seen. Carl was close, but still not as big.

While Jessie sucked on his cock, Carl wrapped his fingers around the huge uncut cock of Jessie.

The feel of the man's cock always amazed him. The feel was quite different from his own, too.

Almost had a velvety feeling to it. It constantly amazed him that something this hard could feel so soft in his hands, as well as in his mouth.

Pretty soon the two men were lost in each others cocks and the afternoon passed quietly in the barn. When they finished both were surprised to realize that they'd been sucking each other for over two hours.

As they stood in the stall, getting dressed again, plans were already underway for how Carl would introduce the dane to Catherine. He told Jessie he'd tell her this evening over dinner and would later call him as have him bring the dog to the main house

"He got a name, Mr. Carl?"

"Yes. He does."

"What is it?"

"His owner named him Neptune." He noticed the smile that etched itself on Jessie's face.

"I have no idea why he chose that name, but I like it. Definitely different from any name I've heard a dog called by."

"Can't say I've ever heard of a dog named Neptune, either."

"Do me a favor, please, Jessie."

"Yessir, what is it?"

"I've got some feed and other things for Neptune in the trunk of the car. Would you please get them out and store them down here. I think I'm going to turn that stall he's in now into his living quarters. Can't have him roaming around all over the place."

"Well, it is a big place, Mr. Carl. Where would he go?"

"I'm not sure that he'd go anywhere, Jessie. But, I want to be sure that he stays around here until he gets used to the place and the new people."

Nodding in agreement, Jessie could see the wisdom in the decision.

"I'll put him in another stall and get that one cleaned up a bit and put down some new straw for him to lay in."

"Good. Thank you, Jessie. What would we do without you to help us here?"

"Don't know, sir, but I'm glad to still be here."

"You've been on this property longer than I have, Jessie. Catherine and I would really hate to lose you."

"I've practically grown up on this land, Mr. Carl. Would feel strange if I was any place else."

"Just how old are you now, Jessie?"

"Pushing 70 now, sir."

"Well, for a man your age, it doesn't show. You've kept yourself in great shape. Wish I could say the same for me."

Once again the two men shared a laugh.

"Guess sitting behind a desk all day doesn't do much for the exercise, does it?" he stated, as he gently patted his growing mid-section."

"And here I thought it was all that cock sucking that was keeping you lean and trim, sir!"

As Carl headed towards the house his laughter echoed back into the barn.

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Carl decided that the time to tell his wife about Neptune was right after they'd finished their dinner.

Once they were settled in the living room, watching their favorite show on the television, Carl asked Catherine how she's feel about having a dog around the place, especially during the times he was gone.

"I'd been thinking of getting one for those times," Catherine surprised him.

"Really!"

"Yes, really!"

"Why? You've got Jessie here all the time, don't you?"

"Well, yes, I do. But it's not the same, is it?"

"I guess not. What kind of dog did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking of a big breed. Something that might scare off strangers if they were to show up when Jessie wasn't actually around. You know, dear, he does have a life outside of living on the property and helping us."

"Really? I hadn't noticed." A smile crossed Carl's face, his thoughts going back to the time the two of them had recently spent in the barn. His cock stirred a bit at the thoughts. He adjusted his seat and listened to his wife talk about getting a dog.

"I really would like something like a St. Bernard or a Doberman. Perhaps a Great Dane! I'm not really sure which one I'd like. What brought up the subject, Carl?"

"Well, one of the men on my sales route was recently transferred out west and he wasn't able to take his dog with him, so he asked me if I'd like to take care of him for a while."

"And......"

"I told him I would."

"But you never mentioned this to me, Carl."

"Frankly, dear, I wasn't sure how you'd take it. After all, I wasn't even sure if you liked animals, especially a large dog. I told him I'd take care of him and tell you after I got him home."

"You mean he's here! NOW!"

"Yes, he is.

"I got Jessie to fix him a stall out in the barn for now."

Catherine jumped up from her chair and headed towards the door.

"I've got to see him. What breed is he? What's his name? Do you think he'll like me?"

She was full of questions and Carl had no choice but to join her and the two of them walked the short distance to the old barn, to visit the newest addition to their family.

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From his living room window, Jessie watched as the Carl and Catherine neared the barn.

Thoughts already raced through his head and he'd just about settled on what he was going to do for both Neptune and Catherine once Carl left on his next business trip.

He realized that Mr. Carl wasn't thinking of the same thing as he was, but he'd done enough visiting on the World Wide Web to know about women and dogs having sex and he intended to introduce Catherine and Neptune to the pleasures a dog can give a woman.

When he'd visited Mexico last year on his vacation he'd finally realized one of his deepest wishes to see a woman fuck and suck a dog. It had left a lasting impression in his mind and he realized now, for the first time, that his dream of actually taking part in something like this was finally going to happen. Of course, he'd have to work with Neptune first, and he knew he was going to enjoy that part of his plan as well.

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Catherine stood at the stall and looked into it. She wasn't sure what to expect once she got there, but soon realized that the animal in front of her was the prettiest dog she'd ever seen.

Carl had told her the dog's name on the way to the barn. Like her husband and Jessie, she'd never heard of such a name for a dog, but once she saw him she fell in love with him and wanted to go into the stall and pet him.

"Let's wait till he gets use to us first, dear. After all, he's not use to us yet and to him we're strangers who have to earn his trust."

Catherine was disappointed that she could pet him right then but what Carl had told her did make sense. He would have to get use to his new owners before he could trust them.

Carl could see the disappointment on her face and he hugged her close to him. It was one of the few moments of closeness they'd had in a long time.
While it was true that he was fucking her every chance he had, it was only due to fact that he was using his hypnosis on her. If not for that the only sex he'd have would be when he and Jessie got together for their regularly scheduled blow jobs on each other.

Catherine reached to put her hand through the gate to pet Neptune, but Carl stopped.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he told her.

"But surely it wouldn't hurt to just pet him, would it?"

"Like I said earlier, he has to get to know us first."

"And how does he do that if he's shut up in here all the time?"

"I guess it would be ok for us to come down here during the day to visit him, talk to him, let him get to know us. After a while we'll let him loose inside the barn with us around and that way he'll see that we're no threat to him. Do you think that would work?"

He could see his wife thinking on his suggestion.

"I guess that would be the best way to handle it. But, once he gets to know us, we'll be able to let him out of the barn, right?"

"I see no problem with that at all."

"How long do you think it'll take for him to get use to us?"

"I talked to a vet on the way home today, while he was in the back of the car, and she told it that since Donnie had had him for so long that it might take 4 to 6 months for his to realize we're his new owners."

Catherine pouted.

"That long?" she asked.

"I'm afraid so."

Turning to the stall she spoke directly to Neptune for the first time, "Don't worry, boy. I'll be down here every day so that you can get to know me and find that I won't hurt you. I just want to be your friend and to have you for some company when Carl's gone on his trips."

Neptune looked at her, almost as if he could understand what she was telling him. The whole time the two people had been here he'd paced back and forth in his new surroundings, getting the feel of the place. Once the woman started to talk to him he stopped his pacing, sat on his haunches, and seemed to be listening to what she was telling him.

"He seems like a smart dog," Carl said.

As they left the barn Catherine told him she was sure he'd be fine here with the two of them and Jessie.

"In face, I'll make sure Jessie's with me the first week or so that I come down here. After all, he'll have to get to know him as well, won't he?"

"I hadn't thought of that," admitted Carl, "but you're right. Getting to know Jessie is just as important as getting to know, and trust, us. I'll let Jessie know that when I see him tomorrow morning. Right now it's getting late and we really should be in the house, especially since it looks like we're in for a storm tonight."

As soon as he'd said that they both heard thunder in the background and, by the time they reached the house, the rain had already started to fall.

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Later that night, after seeing that Catherine was sleeping, Carl got out of bed, put on his robe and slippers, and went downstairs to the kitchen to get something to drink and to make sure the back door was open. He and Jessie had something planned tonight and he wanted to make sure that Jessie had no problems getting into the house. Sure, Jessie had his passkey but he just wanted to be sure all went well.

After a wait of about 10 minutes, Jessie entered through the back door and sat at the table with Carl, taking the offered steaming cup of coffee that was offered to him. He took a sip and waited for it to cool a bit.

"Is she ready," Jessie asked him.

"I believe she is. I used the code word on her before we finished for the night, so by the time we get up there she should already be naked and ready for the two of us."

"You sure you really want to do this now?"

"Why? You having second thoughts? That's not like you, Jessie. I know you've been fucking her since I left town. I implanted that thought into her mind before I left, as you wanted me to. I would think that you're used to fucking my wife right now."

"Oh, believe me, I am. Your wife has one of the best cunts I've ever fucked before. And her mouth! You already know what a great cock sucker she is, don't you?"

"You better believe I do!"

"Then the real question is this, are YOU sure YOU want to do this to her?"

"Believe me, Jessie. I've thought of nothing else. I would love to finally see that black cock of yours inside her pussy. I know you've already stretched her with that cock. Don't you think I can feel the difference once you've fucked her? She's not as tight as she once was, even though she uses that cucumber on a regular basis."

"And I thought Betty was the only one to use a cucumber in her twat! How in the world did you ever manage to get that thought implanted?"

"I didn't!"

"You mean it was something she did all on her own?"

"Jessie, she's been using those damned cucumbers in her pussy for a long time, even before I implanted anything in her mind."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"I didn't know that. I just assumed it was something you put there."