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[Blue Bull]

I could lick anywhere and it would be slick and smooth. It was all I could do not to taste her immediately.

But Hunter was and he was going to lick her and taste those sexy lips before I was.

"Uuuuoooooo!" She cooed. Feels soooo sexy and vulnerable."

He let his hands run all over her body, lightly feeling her stomach up to her breasts, cupping them and leaning down and wrapping his hands around one breast, lightly squeezing it and taking the nipple into his mouth, and savoring it with long licks and sucks.

As he did his towel came loose, hanging over his cock for a second and dropping to the floor, revealing his full, hard cock and what Kari would call a 'fine ass'. He had obviously been spending time in the gym.

She moaned as he explored her body. He hands glided back down her stomach and over the top of her now bare 'mound of Venus' and then back inside her thighs. His hands were in charge but gentle as they investigated her.

He walked back in between her legs and lowered his knees to the floor. He pussy was now right on the edge of the bed and inches from his lips.

She wiggled this way and that, feeling the constraints of the straps, to see if she could get loose. She couldn't, there was no way.

This was getting more and more erotic. I realized she was now ours, blindfolded and lashed to the bed unable to escape. But what the hell had I done? What was I doing?

I was about to secretly let another man lick my wife's pussy. This was far outside the limits of our 'Fantasy Night Rules'! But I didn't care. It was too erotic seeing her this vulnerable and at our disposal, to do with whatever we pleased.

I couldn't help myself. I wanted her to experience being the sexy, slutty wife she had fantasized about being, and more than anything, I wanted to make her enjoy it.

Her ties had her trapped, and what we were doing had me trapped. I could not move. I felt I couldn't stop what he was doing to her, even if I'd wanted to, I was too turned on.

He smeared her pussy juice all over her outer lips as he slowly lowered his face to her. Each thing we did to her seem to stimulate her more than the last.

I held my cock in my hand, slowly stroking it and occasionally milking more precum as it dripped out. I'd take the precum and then smear it along the underside of my cock head, teasing my cock to produce even more.

I watched as he first took one long lick up her slit, capturing her juices, then stopping to taste them. Then he smiled, almost seeming happy with himself that he was at last there. He leaned down again taking the fleshy folds of her pussy between his lips and tugged on them stretching them out as far as they would go before letting them pop back, causing her to flinch and moan. Then he sucked on them again, teasing.

She moaned as she lay back enjoying his gentle attention. He continued to lick her and slowly build her as I stoked my cock, watching. His hard cock was standing free, bobbing there between his legs as he stoked and licked her.

He dove into her, consuming all he could, licking her lips, and all around the outside her pussy. Then he would lick up over her bare mound and back down almost to her ass and back to her clit again teasing her to just less than she yearned for.

He was enveloped in her and she was in another world. I didn't seem to exist for either one of them.

This seemed to go on for an eternity as I watched her face and how she was enjoying it. Then suddenly he stopped and turned to me. It was the most decadent thing I had ever seen. He looked like some sexy jungle animal, devouring his prey, his lips and cheeks covered with her shinny juices. Only his prey was my wife, and she lay there, enjoying it.

He looked me in the eye as though he was in a trance, her laying there in front of him, strapped to the bed, her legs spread wide.

Then he turned back to her, without any expression, and began lapping at her pussy again, licking and teasing it, building her and then backing off from her. He was giving her just less than she wanted. He was controlling her beautifully, making her body arch and beg him for more.

Her hips were rotating, lifting her pussy to him. Her pussy was begging him and offering it to him, as it smeared her juices all over his face.

"Ohhhhh gaaa! She grunted, looking like she was going to burst. "Ohhh god…ple…pleasssse don't stoppp!"

"Please…please…please don't change it. Please don't change! Ohhh gaaa!" She pleaded. "I...I'mmmm…cu…cumming!"

Her orgasm was right on the edge. I knew what he was feeling with his mouth. As she neared her climax, her lips were now engorged and puffy, feeding him more and more of her juices.

Her pussy was beginning to slowly pulse and palpitate under his lips and chin, as it begged for more.

She was reaching that wonderful 'point of no return' and as she was passing that thresh hold, her pussy would become alive as it began milking at his face, wanting a cock.

Then…! Just as she was in the throws of her first orgasm…

Hunter, was suddenly standing up, his cock at the same level as her pussy and in his hand.

He rubbed the big head of it up and down her entrance, smearing his precum all over the mouth of her pussy, mixing her juices with his.

And just as suddenly…one short dip and back out and then it was gone! His big slick cock was buried deep inside her. The mouth of her pussy had swallowed it whole.

She arched! Her head raised up, and she strained as hard as she could against the restraints.

"OOOOoohhhhhhhh! God!" She belted, feeling something she'd never felt.

She had just taken something inside her that had never been there before.

"Whattttttt thhhheeee …Hellllll! Ohhh god! Oh god! Nooooo!"

Her head turned this way and that as though she was looking for me. Shit! She had found us out.

"Tonyyyyy? Ohhhh god! Go...d it fee…eels hu…ge!

Damn Hunter! 'What the Hell have you done,' I thought. I didn't tell him he could put that damned big thing into her. I was sure she would know now.

There was no way I could answer now. He was right above her and I was to the side. If I did, there would be no doubt that it was not me fucking her, as if she didn't already know.

Fuck! What was I going to do!

"Ohhhhh god! Oh god!" She yelled as she continued to buck and pull her arms to escape!

Her face snapped around looking straight at where I stood. But she couldn't see me. Thank god for real blindfolds.

Her face snapped to where Hunter stood between her legs, as he continued to pump her pussy full of cock. For a split second she was still looking in his direction. He paid her no mind. He was fucking her.

She stiffened then lifting her shoulders up off the bed and tried, to no avail, to clamp her legs shut as she realized the horror that Hunter was fucking her, not me.

She pulled and bucked against the restraints, as he smiled, driving his cock into her, never noticing that she might have just found us out.

But it was much too late for her.

By the time he'd impaled her, she was far too ensnare by that orgasm. Now his meat was only driving her higher to a new orgasm.

He grabbed her waist, pulling her into him, meeting his thrust as he began ramming his cock into her more forcefully.

Her fear and shock quickly turned to a raging orgasm as she realized that Hunter had been watching her, fucking her with the dildo and was now divinely controlling her. She was our toy and suddenly fell head over heels into the fact that she was our slut for the night.

Ohhhhhh nooooooo! Ohhhhh god Ohhhh god!" She screamed as she began to cum, straining against the restraints with all her might and lifting her pussy to Hunter.

She looked like a sexual animal caught in a trap, our trap. She had now become her fantasy.

Then she exploded! Bursting into the most passionate multiple orgasm I have ever seen.

She fell back into the bed as her hazed reality rushed in and her legs fell open wide, inviting him in.

She began moaning, still straining against the straps, but not as before. Now she seemed to be straining, to feel the restraints, not to escape them.

She was enjoying the feeling that she couldn't escape, and she didn't want to.

She began to match his thrust. He continued to drive it into her, giving her what her hips were begging for.

"Ohhhhh god. Oh god yesssss! Fuck your baby!" She moaned. "God you feel so huge. Gaaa…I can't believe…Ohhh god fuck me."

Her head raised again, looking his way, as though she was revealing in what we were doing to her, what we were making her into.

I was stroking my cock as I watch them, right there in front of me.

"Ohhh yes… fuck me… fuck that pussy! I'll be your slut. I pro…I… promise..I'llll …do…. any…Anything…you want!"

I quickly got up and moved behind Hunter and said. "You like Hunter fucking you don't you?"

"Yessss!" She said. "I love it, I lo…love…it." Her voice broken by him driving his cock into her.

"You want to be our little slut while he's here?"

"Ohhh yessss. Ohhhh god yesss!"

"Do you want me to make Hunter stop fucking you now." I asked.

"Noooo! Please noooo! I'll do what ever you want. I want him to fuck me! I wa…ant youu…to…to…let him fu…fuck me."

"You want us make you be a bad girl, don't you Kari?" I said trying to hold my on orgasm back, as I beat my meat.

"Yessss… I want you to make me be bad for you. I'll… I'll be bad for you…I promise. I promise!"

As his cock slid in and out I could see it covered with her shinny juices. He turned to me smiling confidently, as though he had finally gotten what he wanted. I was frozen there at the sight, as I listened to her continue telling us what a cunt she wanted to be, and how she promised she would do what we wanted, if we wouldn't stop.

She arched up screaming into another full tear of delight, pulling against the restraints as he continued to pump her harder and harder, fucking her, slamming her out of her mind.

Her head fell back on the pillows and her mouth fell open in a deep guttural moan.

She was not being made love to. She was being fucked.

'Hunter was a master of control as he fucked her. The reality of it hit me as I stood there and watched. He was actually fucking her'! Fucking her like she had never been fucked, and neither she nor I could do anything about it.

"Ooooohhh, god yessss! She shouted. "Ohhhh Yessss ohhhhhh gaaaaaa!"

She was someone I didn't know. He continued fucking her like a hungry slut.

She pulled against her straps, feeling her bondage and inability to escape as her 'fantasy lover come to life' drove his massive cock into her.

She had become her fantasy, tied down as two men had their way with her.

Then suddenly Hunter began to slow down, finally being overcome by his own climax. As he slowly lost control he suddenly froze for a second and then his ass clinched tight and his hips thrust again as they buried his cock deep into her, exploding a gush of warm creamy cum into her.

"That's it baby!" She said comforting him. "Give me that cum. I want all your cum. You've been so horny allll day haven't you?" She talked to him like he was a hungry baby that she was feeding.

His meat pumped her a few more times and then his shinny cock pulled out, and he grunted, the muscles in his arms and chest rippling as he strained. His cock began shooting ropes of thick cum up across her pussy, stomach and shoulders, one rope falling across her face and cheeks.

He had been teased all day and now all that build up of cum was spewing out across her body covering her.

I couldn't hold back any longer either. Watching him cum all over her was more than I could stand, so I stepped closer and matched him, shooting my load of cum all over her stomach and breast at the same time he was.

I had never delivered that much cum before in my life. It seemed to have no end. I thought I was going to pass out.

As I finished, I slowly milked my cock, letting the last of it drip onto her hip. I looked over at Hunter and he was doing the same, milking his meat and squeezing the big head of it letting the last drops fall onto her pussy, covering her new shaved lips with cum.

I looked down and her pussy was completely covered in a glaze of white pearly cum.

Then Hunter fell back into the chair and she lay back against the pillows, reveling in what had just been done to her. I sat on the floor, in awe of what had just happened and how she looked lying there, covered in cream.

We all sat silent, resting.

I was not positive that she had realized our secret, that Hunter had actually been her fantasy lover. She reacted to him fucking her like she had for sure. When he first slid that big cock into her I was sure she knew that that was not my cock in her.

But she afterwards and now she was acting like she had not realized it. She didn't, for a second, let on to us that she knew. If she had realized it, she didn't want us to know that she had.

It would be an exciting game if she wanted her fantasy to continue, as it was. This way she could still beinnocent as far as Hunter and I were concerned and at the same time enjoy fucking both of us and feel like the slut that she wanted to be.

I walked up to her face and lightly kissed her on the cheek. As I did I felt a line of cum touch my lips. I kissed her on the lips. I rope of cum had crossed there too. We both kissed, licking and tasting it as we did, both licking the cum off of each other's lips.

I leaned over to her ear and whispered. "I love you… more than anything else in the world."

And I did. I felt we were one, absolutely one. This was about her fantasy and my fantasy and I didn't feel I could be any closer to her or love her more than that moment.

I looked at her sexy cum covered lips as she whispered back to me. "I love you too."

I kissed her on the lips again and on the forehead lightly.

I looked at Hunter and smiled at him, as he lay back in the chair resting. His shiny, half-hard cock lay across his hip like a large piece of meat. A large drool of cum was still seeping out of it. I couldn't believe that that had been inside my Kari.

I went back and quietly told him a white lie. I told him that she had said that she wanted me to take the blindfolds off, so he'd better get back to his room first, so we didn't get caught.

He agreed, smiled and gave me a, 'thank you' pat on the shoulder and picked up his towel as he quietly sneaked back to his room.

I walked up between her legs and lovingly put my hand on her thighs. I leaned over planting kisses on her stomach and on the mound of her pussy, feeling the wet cum as it got on my lips.

Then I got on my knees. I put one hand on each leg and spread them open.

Her pussy was right there, inches from my face on the edge of the bed.

It was covered with cum and I could see more cum oozing out of the bottom of her lips and running down to the crack of her ass. He pussy lips looked swollen and well fucked. It was so erotic it was vulgar. Wonderfully vulgar.

I spread her legs wider and kissed her pussy lips. Then I my tongue reached out and taste his cum.

I was overwhelmed with the urge to lick it all up. I looked back and Hunter had pulled the door closed behind him.

Something came over me. I was turned on from my core. This was not a simple just turned on. This was solid and came from deep, deep inside.

I knew where I had to go, I wanted it and I craved it.

I thought for a second. I felt like I was alone in the room with her cum covered pussy. I looked down at the pussy that I had just let another man fuck.

I put my mouth to her, feeling the slick wetness against my lips.

I had to lick it. I had to taste it. I closed my eyes and put my lips to her pussy feeling the slippery wet of it. I moved my mouth from side to side feeling how slick it was, smearing it all over my lips. I opened my mouth and let my tongue slide between the fleshy folds of her. Taking a rich amount of his cum into my mouth. I had it on my tongue and closed my mouth feeling the texture of it.

"MMmmmmm!" Just the thought of what I was doing turned me on. The though of what I was doing. I was licking another mans cum off of my wife's pussy. What was even more erotic. I loved it. I loved the decadence of it.

I know that this does sound decadent, but it was wonderful, so lusty and erotic. I couldn't believe that I was doing it but there was nothing I wanted to do more. I had just swallowed cum from another cock.

"Ohhhhhh god. Ohhhh what are you… doing" She moaned obviously turned on by what I was doing.

I licked again deeper this time, tasting it, scooping up a mouth full.

Suddenly I was in another world. There was nothing that existed there accept me and my wife's pussy full of his cum. My wife was laying there in the candlelight strapped to our four poster bed, blindfolded and with cum all over her, and she was mine, my sexy nasty wife and l loved her this way.

I spread her legs wider, and licked deeply tasting all I could.

"You're licking…your eating cum out of me!" She was loving what I was doing. "Ohh god yesssss. Lick it out of me baby. Lick that warm cum out of my pussy!"

I soon I found myself devouring her, licking all the cum off her pussy lips and mound. Soon I was spreading her lips apart and licking deep inside her, getting out all I could.

"I can't believe…believe you are doing that!" She moaned from somewhere up above me. I no longer cared what she thought of me for doing it. And then I realized she might not even know who was licking her. If she knew Hunter was here she may think it was him licking her pussy again.

Her inter lips were slick as I scooped the ropes of it up onto my tongue and swallowed it.

Her head raised up looking down toward me, as though she could see me. I wanted her to know it was I.

Her head fell back.

"Ohhhh yes…baby. Lick his cum out of me. Ohhhhh gaaa…I can't believe you're doing that. I can't believe your licking cum out of my pussy."

I licked her, getting it all over my cheeks and chin, teasing her clit with all the slick juices on her. I stayed there playing with her clit, teasing it and toying with it making it want more. Giving it all it wanted and then taking it away just long enough for it to appeal to me for more.

Soon, I felt her lips and love tunnel convulsing into another wonderful orgasm. And her pussy rewarded me by squeezing and delivering more of his cum and her juices out to my waiting mouth. She was in another rapture and her pussy had given me a fresh delivery of juices to lap up.

As she relaxed against the pillows again, I moved up to her side and ran my tongue up her stomach licking up the long ropes of cum. I moved up to her face and put my lips to hers, feeding her a mouthful of his cum.

She kissed me hungrily, sucking his cum out of my mouth, and licking my lips over and over cleaning them.

"Did you like tasting come?" She asked quietly. "You've never done that before." She said as though we were still alone playing our fantasy game.

"Ohhh yes I loved it." I said.

"Gooooood!" She said stretching her neck up and licking at my face hungrily. "Meeeee toooo! God you are sooo sexy. I like you feeding it to me."

We licked each other's faces, sucking our lips into the others mouths and tasting all we could.

"God…I feel like such a slut!" She groaned. "I feel like such a nasty bitch!"

"You are a nasty bitch!" I said. "You're my nasty wife and I'm going to make you nastier!"

"Yessss. I want you to make me nastier!" She said with a shinny smile.

I reached around and untied her blindfold. The first thing she did was quickly look down where Hunter had been to see if he was in the room. He wasn't there. I was sure then that she felt like he may have been there.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

"You want me to make you be nastier?" I asked.

She looked me in the eyes. "Ohhhh yesss! If it's anything like what you did tonight, I want you to make me nastier. Gaa I loved it. You have never made love to me like that before." She said. "I want you to do it again."

I climbed up over her sliding my cock into her cum wet pussy. I licked the rest of it up off her boobs and face and began kissing her again, giving her more.

I reached over and unsnapped the restraints, freeing her arms and legs.

She quickly wrapped her arms and legs around me and kissed me hungrily as I began to fuck her.

My cock was sliding in and out of her wet pussy so easily. It was still so lubricated from Hunter.

I can't begin to describe the wonderful warm feeling. Her pussy was so slick and inviting as she lay there still strapped to the bed.

"Ohhhhh Baby. Ohhh Baby yes fuck your sweet Baby. Give me that cock. Fuck your pussy. It's your pussy." She said.

"Now give me that cum. I want you to cum in me now." She said encouraging me on. "Don't you worry about me. I've…I've had mine. Now you fuck your baby and fill her up."

God this was erotic.

"You like being tied to the bed like this don't you?" I asked as I fucked her.

"Yesssss…oh…god yesssss. I lovvve...it!"

"You like me making you my little slutty sexy wife, don't you?" I asked.

"Yessss…sss".

I wanted her to have another good cum before I filled her again but I was so turned on I didn't know if I could hold back. My cock felt twice its size and her pussy felt like it was milking me.

I felt like Iwas attached to my cock rather than my cock attached to me. I felt like my cock was in charge and it was fucking it's pussy.

"You want me to be your nasty wife while Hunter stays here?"

"Oh yes… I…I want you to keep being sexy for him?

"Do you want me to keep being sexy around him?" She asked.

"Yesss! Are you going to keep teasing him for me?"

"Ohhh yes Ba...Baby I'll tease him for you. I'll...I'll show you. I want to show you that I want to be nasty for you." She said driving me to the brink with her talk.

And before I even knew it cum was leaking out of my cock lubricating us even more, then I strained as hard as I could to not yell at the top of my lungs. My cock felt enormous as if continued to slowly slide in and out of her slip pussy, my body on automatic, and at the point of bursting.

"That's it Baby. Give me that cum to your baby." She said luring me right over the top as we began cumming together.

"Ohhh plleeasse do. I want you to bring him back in and let him fuck me again. I'll be bad for both of you. What ever you want me to do." She pleaded as we collapsed it each other. Her word carried me further than I could stand.

We collapsed laying there for a few minutes resting in the quiet. Then I raised up feeling my half-hard cock sliding out of her grip.

We lay there, arm in arm kissing, it seemed most of the night.

Before we finally dozed of to sleep she rolled over and whispered. "Sweetheart? Sweetheart…do you…do you think we can we start having our Fantasy Nights more often?"

I kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Oh, I…I think that would be a good idea."

She cuddled under my arm and we went to sleep.

She never said anything, or let on to me, that she suspected Hunter had actually been there. The next day she teased us and was her sexy self but never let on whether she knew or not, and I just couldn't tell for sure.

Hunter and I were not about to say anything.

But there were more fantasy nights to come and soon we would unveil her, and force her to openly show us how well she could obey.

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[Blue Bull]

Seduction of Debbie

(Wife's instincts force her to yield to husband's friend.)

By: Day Dreaming

Author's Note:

The following story describes the sexual conquest of a beautiful but forbidden fruit. This story is intended to be titillating, and just plain fun to read.. but it is still fictional. On the other hand, real life love and passion with one's own true love is an ultimate experience in life. My hope is that each of us searches out and finds our personal soul mate, that we fall madly in love, and that we experience the depth of love and passion that can only be experienced with this one very special person. But for this moment, let's enjoy the …

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Prologue

Wayne and I have been close friends since freshman year in college. When we met, he was the slick, lady's man, I the studious engineer. Although different in interests and goals, we hit it off right from the start. I helped him with college work (which seemed to be a frequent need). He gave me a social life. There were so many attractive girls on campus. These beautiful young women gravitated toward Wayne. I was happy to be nearby to receive some of the reflected glow.

My luck on the dating front took a dramatic turn for the best during my senior year. I met a sophomore named Debbie… through Wayne, of course. She was every man's dream come true. At least she was my wet dream. Debbie stood 5'-7", with blonde hair that flowed over her shoulders and framed the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. Her lips were softly sculptured, full and yet subtle. She was the only women I'd ever seen who looked as though she was always ready to be kissed. Debbie was shy, but when she looked at a man and smiled, he usually melted into a puddle of adoration.

Debbie had the kind of breasts that drew men's attention. They weren't oranges or gbangfruit. They were fully developed, ripe cantaloupes. Their roundness and fullness were matched by the flare of her hips. From an engineering perspective, I always wondered how breasts so full and a bottom so rounded could be wrapped around such a tight little waist. Or why this Venus would be balanced on legs so long and delicately crafted. Overall, she was a woman who caught eyes no matter where she was, what she was doing or what she was wearing. Debbie was simply a stunning woman. When she walked the streets of campus, she was responsible for more erections than the steel workers who were constructing the new library.

I joined a long list of men on campus who were determined to make Debbie theirs. Predictably, she was drawn to Wayne first. But I could see in her something that made me think I might have a chance with her. Debbie had a very practical side. She held conservative, mid-Western values. She was dreaming of one day having a stable family with a house and kids. And even at that time, I believed I wasn't just an engineering student. I believed I was a damn good engineer who could reason through any problem and find a favorable solution.

While most men were trying to win her body, I used analytical thinking to develop an edge. I concentrated on Debbie's dreams, not my own. I truly believed I had what Debbie was looking for. I'd seen Wayne in action for a couple of years and I wasn't unattractive, so I made it one of my goals to make sure Debbie knew I was the one who could give her the life she wanted.

Things between us started slowly. Debbie has always been introverted and demure. Those who pressed her too hard crashed and burned. I wondered to myself how someone with her ravishing good looks could be so reserved. Her small town upbringing apparently had not provided her much in the way of dating opportunities. I used as much charm as I could muster (given that most of the time I was in awe of her body), but mostly I showed Debbie that I was building a career that would support her family. She liked that. We got serious.

When we finally announced our engagement, Wayne was very impressed. He knew that I had used my education to secure the most sought-after prize on campus.

After I graduated (with honors), Debbie and I got married. We never left our college town, because Debbie needed to finish college while I started my first job. Wayne stayed in town, too. We had become best friends, he still liked the girls on campus, and he landed a nice job with a local distributor. Wayne and I kept right on playing softball and basketball together. But now, Debbie and I also frequently socialized with Wayne and whomever his current flame was. Debbie and I laughed about how Wayne went through women. He had a well developed knack for getting intimate with the object of his attention. I had seen his system of seduction in action many times.

Wayne was like a cowpoke who enjoyed separating a filly from the herd, breaking down her inhibitions, stripping her bare, climbing into her saddle, and then riding her hard. I nicknamed Wayne the "Cowboy" because of his exploits. Predictably, Debbie was too embarrassed to acknowledge this nickname. The graphic image of him mounting a beautiful woman for a pleasure ride was not something she could even contemplate.

Unfortunately for Wayne, he never seemed able to find a woman who could hold his attention for long. And of course, because of her stunning good looks, Wayne would occasionally throw a line in Debbie's direction. Probably as much out of instinct as anything. Debbie would get so red when Wayne told her how much her big breasts turned him on. She enjoyed the compliments, but even in marriage she was still a shy woman lacking in confidence. And we all knew who was really scoring with Debbie.

During the summer after Debbie graduated, she and I took a vacation to Jamaica. Deep blue water to match Debbie's sparkling eyes, glowing sunsets, and mellow island beverages made the trip memorable. Late one evening after a number of daiquiris, I coaxed Debbie (with great effort) onto a secluded nude beach. It took every daiquiri I could find to get her to strip off her clothes, because baring her charms was absolutely NOT Debbie.

I took full advantage of the evening too, and kissed and caressed her nude body into a passion. Right there on the beach I laid her on her back, spread her luscious legs, buried my manhood in her, and rode her like one of Wayne's fillies. Our lovemaking that night gave us Abigail, who was born the next May.

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I – the Party

By Abigail's first Christmas, Debbie and I had seen enough diapers for a lifetime. When Wayne invited us to his annual New Year's Eve party, we were both ready for a good time. Wayne's New Year's Eve parties were just our speed. Wayne would invite four or five couples for a laid back evening of music, chatter, dancing and drinks. After spending most of our nights feeding Abby, dancing and drinks sounded pretty good.

The only possible damper on the party (for me) was the remote chance that I might be called away on an emergency response by the local utility company I worked for. I had moved up rapidly within the engineering staff of the company. The regional service manager warned me not to get too far away from my beeper on New Year's Eve. If there was even a hint of trouble that night, fears of a-Y2K-like event made end-of-year reliability paramount. The manager would be calling me in.

As soon as the wrapping paper was torn off the Christmas gifts, Debbie started planning her outfit for Wayne's party. It had been awhile since I'd taken her on a date that required dressy clothes. My mistake. Debbie let me know in no uncertain terms that she would be needing a new dress for the party. She ultimately decided on a fairly short, simple, dark blue satin dress with spaghetti straps.

When she tried the dress on for me, it was clear that it had been custom tailored for my wife. It scooped discreetly in both front and back, snugly hugging her breasts and hips with the softness of a mother's embrace. I'd seen dresses on other women that fit tightly at these expressions of their womanhood… Debbie's dress also dove in dramatically and clung to her flat belly and slim waist. Only a lengthy zipper allowed her to wrap herself in this figure eight of skin-tight fabric.

The dress was all Debbie: understated color and trim emphasizing the voluptuous figure within. I was certain that she would be the most beautiful woman at Wayne's party. From a man's perspective, Debbie's new dress was very well-designed gift wrapping. As I gazed at her in her new party dress, I looked forward to unwrapping Debbie on New Year's Eve. Of course I had no way of knowing that someone else would be having this honor, and much more.

We arrived at the New Year's Eve party around 8:30, and were greeted by Wayne. As was his custom for this party, he wore a loose, short sleeved shirt adorned with a wild island print. Years ago he had told us that he thought this would drive away the cold for at least this one night of the year. I was surprised not to see Wendy, his latest companion. Wayne reported sorrowfully that Wendy, a flight attendant he had met on a trip early in December, had taken an early flight out. From the way Wayne said it, I think he meant she was taking flight, period.

Too bad. She was a dark-haired beauty that Debbie and I both liked in the short time we'd known her. And I didn't mind looking at her thin figure and shapely legs. Wayne apparently didn't mind looking around a little either, which proved to be a problem for Wendy. When Debbie shed her jacket, Wayne didn't have any such problem. I chuckled to myself because it took quite a few minutes for Wayne to take his eyes off my wife. Debbie was ravishing tonight!

The other couples arrived soon after us. By nine, the whole group had arrived and were sharing stories about the best and worst gifts of the season. Lisa and Kevin were the couple we knew the best. Kevin was direct. He hit the mixed drinks early. He said the drinks were to cleanse his palette for the champagne later. Kevin could sometimes get too drunk, but I wasn't too worried about Kevin. He was mostly harmless.

I was becoming a little concerned about Wayne however. He sucked down a few drinks and soon his forlorn expression was replaced by a more aggressive demeanor. Wayne must have been in dire straits with Wendy, because he appeared to have decided that he needed a new conquest. He looked as though he was ready to cut a new mare from the herd for his next pursuit… and he wasn't waiting for tomorrow!

I remembered what Wayne humorously called "the predator's assessment", and he was already boldly using this selection technique with the women at the party. I didn't want to see his ego hurt, but his tricks were sometimes pretty fun to watch. A number of years ago Wayne had instructed me that this "predator's assessment" started with an innocent one-on-one chat with a woman. At a certain point in the conversation, he would look intently into her eyes. When he had her full attention, he would purposefully drop his gaze to examine her breasts and nipples in detail, making sure she was watching him. After enough time for her to clearly recognize that he was evaluating her potential for his later use, he would raise his eyes once again directly to hers. If she smiled at him, he knew he had found the filly he would probably be riding that night. If she frowned, he figured she would be a difficult filly to break in. Not impossible, just more work.

After watching him move around the room from woman to woman, virtually ignoring his male guests, I headed for the kitchen to freshen our drinks. He quickly closed on Debbie. I watched as they bantered for a couple of minutes. Then I saw him lower his eyes to examine Debbie's pride-and-joys with the precision of a surgeon. He looked back up at my wife, and she predictably gave him the infrequent third response. Debbie blushed profusely and nervously covered a breast with her hand. This was Wayne's favorite response. He knew this type of woman would make for a wonderful pursuit… and Debbie also offered the attraction that she would be the most gorgeous woman he had ever captured.

At this point, I remembered what Wayne was most accomplished at. It was indeed breaking a woman's inhibitions and bending her spirit to his will. I stopped being worried about Wayne, and started worrying instead about the women at his party, especially Debbie. I felt for my beeper and was sorry that it was still there. I hustled back to break up Wayne's fun.

Ten o'clock rolled around, and those of us who'd been to one of Wayne's New Year's Eve parties knew it was time to dance. A few years ago, there had been a nasty case of bruised feet and egos caused for the most part by uncoordinated John Travolta wannabes. Since then, Wayne had strongly suggested that guests remove their shoes to dance "Waikiki-style".

Four of the women (Debbie included) knew this in advance. They had arrived at the party without nylons, but decorated with painted toenails. Bill's wife Anne Marie must not have gotten the memo. After a few heated Beach Boys tunes, she had developed runs in her nylons from Wayne's berber carpet. I saw her slip away during a break, and when she returned, her stockings didn't.

I was having a great time, and had forgotten about work for at least a half hour. Just after 10:30, my beeper went off. When I called the office, I got the bad news. They needed me at the power command center, probably until morning. Debbie didn't take the news well either. Wayne must have seen our long faces, because he drifted by. I expressed our regrets and we headed for our coats. Wayne was thinking fast, and came up with an idea. He convinced me that Debbie was having such a good time that it would be a shame for her to miss out on the fun just because I had to leave. He was right, but I didn't realize the type of fun he had in store for my wife.

I could see that Debbie was as happy that evening as I'd seen her in some time. I gave her a questioning look. She was too shy to declare her feelings in front of Wayne, so I suggested that she stay. Her face lit up, almost imperceptibly. Wayne promised to drive her home as soon as the party broke up. I was worried about leaving Debbie with Wayne, but I knew something he didn't. Debbie had highly developed FM reception. FM reception? The volume on her "Faithfulness Meter" was always turned up. I was confident in Debbie's fidelity.

At that same moment, Wayne was confident as well. He had found the object of his desire for this night, and his only true competition was withdrawing. In his somewhat drunken state, he intended to separate Debbie from the rest of his guests, break down her inhibitions, and with some luck saddle up her wonderful body for a pleasure ride later in the evening.

Debbie may have had strong FM reception, but Wayne knew that she, like all women, also had an AM channel… an "Animal Meter" hard-wired into her being. It was not Wayne's intention to convince Debbie to succumb to him. Instead, he intended to dramatically turn up her AM volume until her own body drowned out her FM channel. At that point, she would be his. With my departure, he hoped to bury his rising manhood between her smooth and luscious thighs within hours. He had one more ace in the hole. He intended to use Debbie's lack of confidence to his advantage.

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II – Fondling Debbie

My departure didn't disrupt the party for long. After I left, Wayne queued up one of his favorite oldies: "Devil with a Blue Dress On". This fast paced tune soon had his guests enthusiastically shaking and gyrating, just as they had been before I left. Even shy Debbie was caught up in the moment. Her dress was so tight that it could conceal little of her beauty or her movements. She shook her big tits, and Wayne's male partiers watched in admiration. She swayed her luscious hips and her smooth thighs were briefly exposed to view. But most enticingly, every now and then, by instinct more than anything else, she thrust the magnificent V between her legs directly at Wayne. The fabric of her dress strained to maintain its integrity and conceal her charms.

She was no devil with a blue dress on. Energized as she was, she was a radiant Victoria's angel in her blue dress. The men in the room, however, were all having evil thoughts. Every male eye was on my wife, some furtively, some more bold. Although she didn't realize it, she was a one-person construction crew. Erections were creating tents in all of the slacks in the room. Wayne in particular had enjoyed the view of her very sensuous dance. This angel in the blue dress had now very graphically confirmed his desire. He was determined to intimately experience the thrusts she was innocently performing for his guests, … with his cock buried between her tender thighs. For now, however, he needed to cool down his raging erection, which was large enough to draw everyone's attention. He headed to the kitchen to freshen some drinks.

While Wayne was attending to his guests, Kevin ducked in to pull Debbie onto the dance floor. Kevin by now was very drunk, and was still displaying a good-sized bulge in his pants. When sober, Kevin was direct. When drunk, he was much too forceful. He closed too fast, which immediately put Debbie on the defensive. He immediately went for the ass that had figured so prominently in his recent thoughts. Debbie tried to twist away. Kevin reacted by holding her fast and grabbing one of the breasts that he had watched shake so enticingly. This time Debbie did extricate herself from his grasp. She practically ran to Wayne. Her red face spoke volumes. No words were spoken, but Kevin stayed away for the rest of the night. Debbie hung on Wayne, which was just fine with him.

Wayne had started to mix slow songs with the upbeat tunes. Couples mostly stayed together, which suited Wayne's purpose well. He was being very careful not to push Debbie very hard, which meant that he needed some extra time with her. His present goal was to keep her drinking, and brush into her "accidentally" every now and then.

My best friend also made a point of guiding Debbie near the most demonstrative couples. Kevin had found his correct target and was bumping and grinding at Lisa on fast tunes, kneading her ass and tits on slow songs. Lisa was relieved to see that Kevin had returned and appeared intent on maintaining his attention. She was returning his advances, pressing her hips against his crotch. Wayne was making sure that Debbie was taking this all in.

Wayne was a bigger man than me, which Debbie couldn't help but notice. He had some cut in his upper arms and his chest was broad. Debbie could see but not quite feel the curly red hairs that poked through the neck of his shirt. She liked his chest hair, and glanced at it furtively. Wayne noticed her gazing at him, and acted on this shy woman's inquisitiveness. He pressed his body full length into her, compressing her breasts into his chest.

During one slow song, Wayne put Debbie's arms around his neck and caressed the small of her back. He slipped his hands lower and lower. Two other women were getting butt massages from their dance partners. Wayne slid his hands to Debbie's silk-wrapped waist and down onto the curve of her bottom. Debbie stiffened. With a great deal of courage, she whispered into his ear "Wayne, please don't". He withdrew.

On the next slow song, he tried again, and again she stiffened. He wondered if he had not coaxed enough drinks into her. Instead of withdrawing this time however, he simply cupped her silky bottom in his hands, but did not fondle her cheeks. It wasn't enough of a transgression for her to overcome her shyness and complain. They danced. He subtly started to caress her buttocks, using movements that might feel accidental to her. His movements were having the desired effect. Her cheeks were becoming more sensitive to his touch and wanted to be held.

He became bolder and was soon able to knead her bottom as he wished. He was developing an erection, and she could distinctly feel him growing against her belly. At the end of the song, he cupped her round posterior and pressed her firmly to his crotch. For the first time that evening, there was a significant spike in her AM volume. Debbie's face was red. Was it from embarrassment or from arousal? Her AM and FM dials were competing to be heard. Debbie's body began its preparations for what was to come. Her vagina started to become moist.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

As they danced, Debbie's bottom wasn't Wayne's only focus of attention. On one romantic slow song, he took Debbie's hand in his and placed it on his heart. In this position, he had to give up contact with her right breast, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make in order to achieve his next objective. Pressing her close to him, he moved their hands to her breast. Again, a subtle movement and not enough for a hesitant woman to protest. He leaned to her ear.

"Put your arms around my neck. I want to feel your fingers in my hair", he whispered. Without contemplating the impact of this action, she complied. Rather than moving his hand to her back, however, he left it where it was, right atop her breast. She stiffened in sudden recognition, but didn't speak. He pretended not to notice. They continued to dance, but her steps were measured. He had placed his hand carefully. After one full minute of inaction, she had settled down.

He gently extended his thumb. It found her silk-wrapped nipple. More stiffness, more very careful movement. Her nipple began to harden. He pressed more firmly, all the while acting as though they were simply dancing among friends (which they were). Andy noticed that Wayne had captured her breast, and winked in admiration. Andy knew how hard it must have been for Wayne to warm quiet Debbie up to this level. Debbie's nipple was now in full extension. Finally Wayne moved his hand to comfortably cup her entire breast. As they danced, he kneaded the soft tissue through her dress until her AM volume once again spiked.

Wayne had programmed the music so there were few fast dances now. Debbie was flushed and a little confused. The alcohol had started to take effect. She wasn't sure she could continue dancing with Wayne. When the music began again, without giving Debbie time to sort out her feelings, Wayne swept her into his arms. He reaffirmed his control over her right breast. With friends surrounding her (in similar embraces), Debbie silently allowed Wayne to tease her. He surprised her by moving in on her left breast as well. By the end of the song, Wayne was aggressively milking her without remorse. Her breasts were silky, soft and getting very warm.

Debbie was all woman, and Wayne was enjoying his exploration of her body. He kneaded her ripe globes, pressed his hips into her firm belly, and took in her gorgeous face and hair. If she hadn't noticed the volume on her AM dial earlier in the evening, she was hearing it very clearly now. Her AM volume had risen considerably. Debbie was getting aroused.

The song ended, and the couples separated to find their beverages. Debbie's very distended nipples poked prominently through her dress and caught the attention of Wayne's guests. Two of the women gave knowing smiles to Debbie. While Debbie was too straight-laced to contemplate it, the other women would love to have been pursued by Wayne. They would gladly have traded places with Debbie in order to feel Wayne's large hands caressing their bodies.

Wayne mentally surveyed his progress. Although Debbie didn't realize it, in less than an hour, Wayne had felt up nearly all of the clothing on her body. He had carefully researched her satin wrapping, and now knew that she was wearing a dress with thin straps and a long zipper in back, a lightweight underwire bra, and panties with an unexpectedly narrow crotch. To get her naked, he only needed to remove three pieces clothing.

In addition, on numerous occasions he had been able to press his cock into her belly. He loved how she felt, and he knew she could feel that he carried a larger weapon than her husband. But he had not yet challenged her crotch. Nevertheless, he took a moment to wonder what kind of ride she would give him when he forced his manhood into the love nest between her legs.

Midnight was soon approaching, and Wayne had poured Debbie a string of concentrated daiquiris to prepare her for his next step. She was well-lubricated and giggling like a college girl. Midnight came, and couples embraced. At precisely midnight, Wayne had carefully danced Debbie under the mistletoe. They saw the other couples kiss, Wayne nodded at the mistletoe overhead, and his lips slowly closed in for the first time. Debbie's feet were riveted to the floor. She didn't know what to do, but Wayne did.

His face approached hers very slowly. He kissed her so softly on the lips that she could hardly feel his velvety touch. He moved back, but then approached again. If Debbie was going to be kissed, she wanted to feel it. He pressed his lips to hers, and she responded with more urgency than she had intended. She felt an intense pleasure from his smell. It wasn't so much a perfume as it was his own masculine scent. In truth, he had found a wonderful musk perfume not long ago and had dabbed it on his cheeks just a few minutes before. He knew that she would be pressing her nose directly on this spot at midnight. While Debbie's attention was concentrated on his aroma, Wayne caressed her lips with his.

After a full minute of contact, Wayne gently parted his lips and probed softly with his tongue. If she had been sober, Debbie would have objected immediately. But fully intoxicated and surrounded by friends, she giggled to herself and let Wayne lick her lips. He pressed his tongue firmly against her lips, in order to part them. They held firm. Her FM reception was still too strong to allow this invasion.

He pressed again. Still her lips held firm, but the caressing was having an effect. He slid his tongue from side to side the length of her lips. He pressed his tongue against her lips a third time. She stood very still, but the firmness in her lips was gone. Like the petals of a flower, her lips opened demurely to his advance. Wayne extended his tongue, and intertwined it with hers. After a few moments of this oral intercourse, he proceeded to gently explore the inside of her mouth. She permitted him to invade her mouth with his tongue as completely as he wished. Later, in similar fashion, she would allow his rigid manhood to penetrate her moist pussy for his complete pleasure.

Wayne smiled to himself. It had been delightful that she had surrendered her mouth to him, but he knew he mustn't savor it too long. There would be time for that later. They broke their embrace. The other couples were staring. Kevin and one of the other men hooted. Debbie blushed beet red. Her eyes fluttered. Her slightly smeared lipstick hid her trembling lips.

The couples talked and danced for another half an hour. Wayne continued to make advances. Debbie alternately objected and submitted. She was clearly in conflict. She was also clearly getting quite hot.

As the couples started to leave, each offered to drive Debbie home. Wayne objected strenuously, pointing out correctly that he had promised to deliver Debbie himself. Two of the women strongly suggested that Debbie leave with them. They feared what would happen once Wayne got Debbie alone. Their instincts would prove to be well founded. In little more than an hour after his guests' departure, Wayne would have stripped the clothes off their beautiful friend, would have gently forced her into position for sex, and would have climbed between her legs and ridden her for his total enjoyment.

Wayne was as insistent as his women guests, however, and Debbie was too shy to pick a side. In the end, the last couple reluctantly left at 12:45 and Wayne looked over the filly he intended to saddle up within the hour. His cock was ready to bury itself between her thighs right now. He would proceed with as much urgency as he could.

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III – Stripping Debbie

Wayne asked Debbie if she would mind helping clean up for just a few minutes before he took her home. Debbie complied with his wish, as he knew she would. While Debbie bussed dishes to the kitchen, she didn't recognize that Wayne was quietly preparing his living room for her passionate surrender.

He turned the temperature up to 80 degrees, and daydreamed about plying her mouth with kisses. He placed six numbered CDs into their special places in his changer, and imagined nuzzling her smooth neck. He placed a glass of ice (without a beverage) on a stool near the bar as he envisioned suckling her voluptuous unfettered breasts. He checked his oversized chaise lounge for the spare remote, and imagined the pleasure he would have stripping off her panties to discover whether her pubic mound was covered with the same silky blonde hair that framed her lovely face. And finally, he dimmed the lights until he could see shapes but not colors. He needed just enough light so that later on he would be able to see his first thrust into Debbie's moist pussy.

Debbie walked into the living room and nearly tripped over the nearest chair. "Turning off the lights for the evening?" she asked.

"Yes, it was much too bright," he replied. She started for the hallway and her coat. He blocked her way.

"Please Debbie, just one or two more dances before I take you home." He had said it as a statement, not a question. Her FM told her to be very wary. Her lack of conviction would not deny a close friend's request, however. It would be this same shyness that would ultimately lead her to yield her body to him.

He pressed disc 1 on the remote, and the music sprang to life. The tunes on this disc were only those most romantic songs that make women swoon. After only a few bars, she had eased into a very comfortable place in her mind. Wayne took her in his arms. She loved this song. He intended to make love to her. And he started by nibbling on her neck. This was innocent enough that she didn't protest.

Over the next few minutes, as he sucked up and down her neck, he made sure that she remembered just how much of her body he already possessed. Her arms were around his neck, but as he reestablished each of his silken beachheads, her grip tightened, only to soften as her body responded to his touch. He concluded with a thorough kneading of her breasts in order to once again tease her nipples to full extension.

God, she was so beautiful. It was finally time to start the pleasurable task of removing the clothes from this unsuspecting woman in his arms. He started with the straps on her dress. With her hands around his neck, his hands glided from her breasts, under her arms and to her impeccable shoulders. He touched the bare back above her dress for the first time. His hands slid under the straps of her dress. Her legs stopped moving, and she was frozen in fear. He continued stepping and because he made no further advance, she started moving once again.

"I love this song, don't you?", he whispered.

She responded, "It's one of my all-time favorites." As she said this, he hooked his thumbs under the straps and started to pull them to the sides. He was able to get one strap off her shoulder before she stopped him. She pulled away, looked straight at him, and as defiantly as she could, asked what he was doing.

"I'm so sorry Debbie", he lied. "I've had a terrible time with women lately, and just once this Christmas season I was hoping to feel a woman's bare breasts press against my chest". She was filled with embarrassment at the thought that he might want her to bare her breasts right here in his living room. As she blushed, he reached for her love jugs and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. She moaned for the first time, in spite of herself. He smiled knowingly to himself.

"You know how much I've always admired your breasts. I was hoping this might be your Christmas gift to me." He had played perfectly on her sympathy. With this perfect request, and the warmth she was feeling in her breasts, Debbie simply melted. Was this a victory of emotion or of the body? She looked around, as if expecting to see if someone was watching them. If someone had been watching, they would have seen Wayne wink and play his last card on this hand.

"Won't you do this for me, just this once?" She couldn't speak in reply. She gave a weak nod, her silky locks shimmering in submission.

Wayne placed her hands around his waist now. Like the experienced predator that he was, he closed in carefully on his exquisite prey. He kissed and kissed her neck, until she wondered if he had changed his mind. He had not. He slipped the other strap off her shoulder and slid his hands for the last time along her silken bodice to the zipper on her dress. He moved his lips to hers, and as he gently kissed her, he slowly lowered the zipper. Without the tightness around her bust to support it, the dress quickly lost its resolve. It would have fallen on its own, but Wayne wanted the pleasure of removing it.

He maintained contact between his chest and hers. He moved his hands once again to her breasts, massaged them for a moment, released his chest and lowered the top of her dress over her brassiere and down to her hips. She flinched even though she had known this was coming. He loved her body, and he loved her distress as he pursued her. Subconsciously, her body had recognized its jeopardy. But her mind didn't realize that within minutes, not only would he have exposed her breasts, he would have removed her dress and panties as well to reveal her true loveliness. Wayne would then be moving quickly to position her so he could climb on top of her and force his manhood into her.

Wayne lowered his lips to her bodice. He kissed the upper portion of her chest, then the top of both breasts. She combed her fingers through his hair as her breathing became more ragged. She was being tested to her limit. He moved his right hand from the bottom of her breast, and around her side to her back. His left hand continued to knead her right breast, and he continued to kiss her chest.

He was a master at removing a brassiere with one hand. With a deliberate motion, he drew the sides of her brassiere together, drew them toward him, and unclasped her brassiere. Because he was holding it with his left hand, the brassiere did not fall. He raised up, looked her directly in the eyes, and removed her brassiere. Her breasts fell free. Just as he had done three hours earlier, he lowered his gaze to her bust. But this time he was able to see her soft naked melons in all of their wonderful glory. They were magnificent!

Debbie instinctively covered her breasts with her hands. He slid his hands down her now bare sides, enjoying the softness of her skin. He released his grip, stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head. She averted her eyes, but in curiosity she finally turned her gaze back to his body. She had seen his chest before, and secretly, very secretly, had admired the sharp angle between his chest and his rib cage. His well-developed chest was covered with a down of red hair.

He moved toward her, but was blocked by her arms. He punched the remote and disc 2 turned into the play chamber. A single guitar resonated in a soulful melody. A flute joined in. It was so quiet in the room. Debbie was getting hot, both physically and sexually. With all of the alcohol she had consumed, her judgment was clouded and slow. She was flushed, and assumed that it was due to a passion that she was fighting to deny. He knew she was in distress and gently kissed her hands.

He drew her hands up and continued to kiss them. She thought he was reassuring her. In truth, as he moved her hands to his chest and then to his neck he was accomplishing two things that would bring him pleasure. By raising her arms, she had slightly elevated her firm, young globes. Her perky nipples now winked up at him, begging to be stroked. He caressed them with his fingers and they pressed forward to receive his favor. If he had driven her home right then, he would not have needed headlights. Her nipples were on high beam.

His second purpose for raising Debbie's hands was to remove this last barrier between their bare chests. With her nipples now fully prepared for him, he moved forward toward her. Without the layers of clothing between them to dull the sensation, her nipples hungered for his touch. His chest hairs softly teased her nipples to a painful erection. AM current coursed through her torso.

His hands eased onto the bare skin of her stomach, around her tiny waist, and onto her soft back. Finally, and so satisfyingly, he pressed into her and kissed her on the lips. She fought him mentally, but he was able to kiss her deeply. The kiss meant much to her, but she could not allow herself enjoy it. With their chests now bared, and his hands on the smooth skin of her back, his penis doubled in size and wanted attention badly.

He was being as deliberate as he must, but he was starting to impatiently yearn for the warmth of her womanly sleeve around his cock. In this state of arousal, the kiss to him meant that he had stripped off half of her clothes and was closing in on his ultimate goal. Her body would be begging for him soon. He needed to push ahead. He pressed the remote, and disc three entered the chamber.

The syncopated beat of New Orleans jazz filled the air around them. He caressed her back with quick strokes, first side to side, then up and down. It was an uplifting interlude. As he continued his up and down strokes, he was gauging the tenacity of her dress. It was fairly tight, but he was delicately rolling it down her hips with each stroke. Finally, he had lowered her dress enough so that it was supported only tenuously on the widest flare of her womanly hips. Now he danced her to the stool where he had positioned the glass of ice. He ran his left hand through her hair. It drew her attention. At the same time, he grabbed ice with his right hand, coughed and rubbed it against his belt buckle.

Now without touching her skin, his hands went to her sides and pushed her dress down. Debbie's dress fluttered to the floor. Her eyes opened wide. She was suddenly naked except for the skimpiest panties she had ever owned. She intended to pull away, but just at that moment, Wayne pressed his waist into her. The ice cold belt buckle sent a cold chill through her newly bared belly. Debbie jumped back in shock.

"Debbie, I'm so sorry. I forgot how sharp this belt buckle can be." Wayne quickly stripped off his pants. Debbie would normally have been mortified or even terrified at the clothing that had just been removed, but instead burst into laughter. Wayne was wearing the silliest boxers inexperienced Debbie had ever seen. Wayne, the "Cowboy", was wearing shorts adorned with cowboys brandishing six-shooters and lariats, and astride snorting stallions. These were boxers that might look good on an 8-year-old, she thought, but not on a fully grown man.

While Debbie laughed, Wayne delighted in the fact that through his use of distraction, he had been able to strip off her dress with virtually no resistance. He reveled in the knowledge that now only her panties protected her beautiful honey pot from him. He stared at the V of material between her legs, trying to imagine what lay beneath. His thoughts engorged his penis.

As Wayne was admiring the moist patch between her legs, Debbie had been examining his boxers. His dancing cock now abruptly turned her thoughts from the pictures on his shorts to the fully grown man inside them. She was receiving vivid visual confirmation of what she had felt while dancing. Wayne was packing a very large six-shooter in his holster.

Debbie now fought to process everything that was happening. Her FM system warned her to get out of Wayne's house before she heated up any further, but her AM dial made her to wonder in detail about the cause of the very large tent in Wayne's shorts. Wayne sensed this conflict in her, reached for the spare remote under the chaise lounge and clicked in disc four. Bob Marley's Caribbean beat jumped to his aid. Debbie vaguely recognized this music, but couldn't place it exactly. Wayne spoke.

Contd...

[Blue Bull]

"Debbie, we've known each other for a very long time. I've been friends with your husband Tim even longer. I hope you won't think less of either of us when I tell you that Tim told me about you baring your bottom on the beach in Jamaica. I love both you and Tim, and I believe I deserve the same view of the most beautiful woman I know as a bunch of strangers in a foreign country. I want to see everything I've been missing from you, Debbie."

As Wayne made his request, her shoulders slowly slumped in shame. She wasn't thinking as much about Wayne's request as she was about her own nudity in Jamaica. It was true, of course. She had bared everything in Jamaica. She couldn't believe Tim had told Wayne. Had he also told Wayne about their wild love-making that night? She hung her head in embarrassment and confusion. She was searching for an answer.

While she struggled, Wayne continued to take in her newly-revealed beauty. First, the length and shape of her luscious legs. Then the joining of those smooth legs at his ultimate destination, the barely concealed lips between her wonderful thighs. The aching between his own legs reminded him that he needed to get into her pants as quickly as possible. He decided to be forceful, and once again played on her lack of confidence.

Without removing his gaze from her crotch, Wayne simply informed her of what would happen next. "Debbie, I'm going to remove your panties now. Then I'm going to take in your beauty as only your most devoted admirer can. And finally, I'm going to drive you home." He failed to mention that before he drove her home, he intended to take a leisurely pleasure drive himself… through the love tunnel that was the center of his attention right now.

Debbie could plainly see where Wayne's interest was focused. It made her nervous and embarrassed, but she could not bring herself to imagine exactly what Wayne had in mind. He had no such problem. Wayne knew precisely what he wanted of her and her body. He knew the position he wanted her in, and he knew where he wanted to be himself. This gave him a significant advantage in the battle for control of her body. She did not accede to Wayne's request, but neither did she have the courage to challenge him.

He approached. She was riveted to the ground. He kissed her eyes, then her cheeks, nose, mouth and neck. He moved his lips toward her magnificent breasts, and at the same time slid his hands down her bare sides to the waistband of her panties. She was soft, smooth and supple to his touch… and breathlessly immobile. As he lowered his head to one of her nipples, in her aroused state she ever so gently offered encouragement. She raised her hands to his hair, presenting the fully erect nipple to him.

As Wayne closed on her nipple, he also gently slid his hands for the first time into her pants. He was so excited about this first chance to caress her bare bottom. His touch confirmed that she was a firm and fully developed woman, a marvelous piece of fruit ready for him to harvest. With a fire in his eyes that she couldn't see but could certainly feel, he eased her panties very slowly over her full hips.

He took over a minute to complete the very pleasurable task of removing her last piece of clothing. For his own enjoyment, Wayne was removing her thong with all of the drama that a stripper might employ. He caressed her bottom and inched the fabric down. But to lower the front of her panties, he also now eased his hands to her stomach. As he lowered the fabric, his hands dropped down to the hairy mound she had been concealing from him for a lifetime. For the first time, he slid his fingers around and delicately into her little love nest.

Debbie was frozen in fear as a family friend completed stripping her naked. She could not move. But as she felt the sensuous touch of his hands on the most intimate parts of her femininity and her final garment sliding over her pussy to expose it to him for his use, her knees buckled. She fought to remain standing. Finally, his lips hit her nipple and her panties hit the floor.

Although he still had work to do, he took a selfish moment to suckle first the maid and then the mistress before him. Debbie closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his tongue on the pointed tips of her breasts. He had fondled these globes of flesh on and off for over three hours. Her soft skin could not have taken much more. It would not be required to. His attention had now been drawn elsewhere. This would be the last significant attention that her breasts received from him tonight.

Now he raised up and took in her whole body, just as he had said he would. In only a few minutes since getting her alone, he had stripped bare the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Without clothes, she was simply more gorgeous than with them. Hers was not a thin model's beauty. She had the figure of a model on steroids… a Barbie with hips… a curvy, winding road waiting to be used by a powerful car. She was hot. He wanted her… now!

For the first time he took in her pubic mound without it's protective covering. Her blonde love nest had the color and softness of a lioness's mane. He intended to bring out this wild cat in her very soon. For now, Wayne knew he couldn't keep this voluptuous object of his desire standing nude in the middle of his living room for long. She was watching him make his first visual inspection of the pussy he intended to force his cock into shortly and it was making her very nervous. Still, he paused to etch this vision of her beauty into his brain.

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IV – Positioning Debbie for Sex

His examination of her body had stiffened his cock once more. He wanted so badly to take her right now. She could see this in his eyes and in his pulsing erection. He wanted to drive his manhood into her and fuck her until she cried out for him, but the last few minutes in this play of passion would pose his biggest challenge… and would yield his greatest pleasure. Wayne now began his conquest of her last frontier, the core of sexuality between her legs. He punched in CD no 5.

His best hope for success began it's first strains… "When a man loves a woman…". In fact, he had looped this song so that it would continue to play for an hour. He hoped to need it for only about ten minutes.

"Take me home now, Wayne," the nude woman before him pleaded. Her request fell on deaf ears. Now that she was naked, he was intent on fanning her passion into flames, and positioning her for sex.

"Debbie, earlier tonight you said we heard one of your favorite songs. This song is my all-time favorite. Dance with me just until this one song finishes." Her FM said no, but he took her in his arms anyway. She knew where he wanted her arms. She clutched his neck and offered him her very large breasts, but held her waist away. Without clothes to protect her any longer and having seen Wayne's obvious interest in the puffy lips between her legs, Debbie was rightfully concerned. She was stiff in his arms and he could feel it. He was stiff in his shorts and she was intent on not feeling it.

As they danced, Wayne caressed her sensuous naked body, from her smooth back down the curves to her waist, and out over the softness of her bottom. His chest hairs pressed against her breasts. She was experiencing intense feelings of yielding. Even so, Debbie tried to keep her hips away from his. She didn't want to feel his penis. As fate would have it, they shared this same goal.

He wasn't ready to force his cock into her in this awkward position. Instead, his goal was to heat her honey pot to a boil, using her own AM system to drive out her FM objections to being taken in this very room, and within minutes. Debbie was alert enough to try and keep her knees and feet together. He was stronger though, and gradually wedged his right foot between her delicately painted toes. He bent his right knee and with great satisfaction slid it deliciously up between her naked thighs.

Since getting her naked, Wayne had now parted her legs for the first time. He was in the process of gradually preparing her both physically and mentally for sex. She realized how close his leg now was to her damp pubic mound. In a vain effort to keep her pussy away from him, she spread her legs and raised up on her toes. By doing so, she was temporarily successful at keeping her honeypot from him. At the same time, however, she had attractively tightened up the muscles in her thighs and buttocks.

He caressed her now firm ass cheeks, kneading the bare tissue with his hands. He could have pressed forward and easily brushed her pussy with his leg if he had chosen to do so. Instead, he cupped her smooth, round cheeks and raised them gently but meaningfully toward him. Debbie realized instantly what he was doing. He was forcing her to be the aggressor, to move her most sacred area into him. She squirmed and physically resisted his pressure. He loved her attempts to get away. But he had much better leverage. She could not escape his strong grip.

Without her approval, her bare bush wrapped itself deliciously around his leg even as she slid from side to side in an attempt to resist.. Her eyes opened wide and her grip around his neck tightened. How long could this song be? He allowed her to ease away, and again he impaled her pussy onto his leg. The combination of the in and out movements he was directing, and the side to side movements she was unknowingly contributing, had the effect of heating her up very rapidly.

With the third collision between her love nest and his leg, he realized his good fortune… she was very wet. Debbie was mid-cycle. Regardless what her mind wanted, Debbie's body was demonstrating that it wanted to be fucked His cock stiffened at the thought that her receptive orifice was spreading its nectar on his leg, preparing itself for his entry.

He continued to force her honeypot into him. At first she resisted with all her mind, but in a very short time her FM was being drowned out by her AM. His upper leg was slippery from her enticing lubrication. He no longer forced her crotch in and out. Instead, he was now sliding her up and down on the slippery saddle she had helped fashion. She felt so hot, but didn't recognize that the temperature in the room was contributing to her inner passion. She moaned, without realizing it. He increased the pressure with his leg, raising his leg so high that her weight was resting more on her pussy now than on her feet. She was a rag doll in his grasp, a sex toy for him to play with. She wantonly spread her legs to heighten her pleasure.

Soon her side to side movements were no longer to resist, but were intended to stimulate the fire between her thighs. She began to grind her hips into him. He looked down at this voluptuous woman in heat, and enjoyed the striking similarity between the innocent but sensuous movement of her hips and the same motions an exotic dancer would make if she was dancing in his lap and trying to arouse him. Debbie's sexual dance was most certainly affecting Wayne. Blood was rapidly filling his penis. Unlike the exotic dancer, however, Debbie was unknowingly preparing him for the pleasure of forcing his rigid cock deep within her when next she thrust her hips to him.

In response to her movements, he roughly pressed the length of his body into hers and matched her thrusts with some of his own. He bounced her up and down on his leg, until she felt like a rider trotting the stallion below her. As Debbie rode Wayne's leg in an ironic metaphor of what was to come, her torso again coursed with AM current. Her stomach twitched in preorgasmic pleasure. Wayne knew for certain now that he would have his way with her. She was his. He could take her however he pleased. His cock pulsed, knowing that his sensual victory dance would begin soon.

Debbie had just about lost the ability to reason. Her sole interest was to stoke the fire between her legs. Wayne danced her to the chaise lounge. His next task was to put this beautiful creature on her back so that he could climb on top of her and fuck her. As Debbie approached her pinnacle, Wayne brought her down from the precipice.

"Debbie," he whispered to her. "We've been on our feet dancing for over four hours. We'd better sit down for a minute." Debbie's legs were rubbery and weak, both from physical exertion and from her present state of passion. Wayne brushed the backs of her legs against the lounge and gently pushed her down.

His next move required careful balance. He knew that with Debbie's change in position, her mind would become more alert. And he still had his boxers on. He needed to complete one more task before his cock, rather than his leg, could match thrusts with the center of her womanhood. Still, his cock throbbed in anticipation, knowing that it would be forcing itself inside her within minutes.

As Debbie's bottom hit the lounge, Wayne slid to the left of the lounge and gently laid Debbie down. She looked for the back of the chair. The lounge chair was carefully designed so that the back was out of her reach. He completed laying her down so she was flat on her back, her tits pointing skyward. Wayne was almost directly above her. She instinctively clamped her knees together, but not before Wayne had inserted a finger deep into her vagina. He had wanted to approach this last bastion slowly, but was forced to declare ownership of her sexual core while the opportunity presented itself.

Four hours ago, she had been simply his best friend's wife. Now he had caressed every part of her sexy exterior, and was beginning the serious assault on her inner being. Soon this voluptuous creature would be wrapping her powerful legs around his engorged organ, urging him to fill her with his seed. With his free hand, he queued up the final disc, disc six. The sensual strains of Bolero filled the air.

Wayne was becoming less subtle now. He was already relishing his impending victory. Bolero was for his pleasure, not Debbie's. He had been less than truthful when he earlier told Debbie "When a Man Loves a Woman" was his favorite song. In fact, when Wayne made love to a woman, he wanted to hear Bolero. He looked down at Debbie, and surveyed her body. If she had styled her hair with corn rows, she could have doubled for Bo Derek. Surprisingly, this gorgeous woman still didn't realize that within minutes, Wayne would be pummeling her so aggressively that she would be bouncing around on the lounge chair. Or that she would have her legs locked around his waist, matching his powerful thrusts with thrusts of her own.

Wayne hit Debbie's magic button with his thumb while his fingers continued to strum her instrument. Debbie parted her legs eagerly. He stirred her honeypot. She was simmering. He needed her at near boil. As he stirred her nectar, he spoke to her.

"Debbie…, Debbie". It took two tries to bring her out of her reverie. "You're a wonderful, loving woman. You've done everything I've asked of you tonight. I want to give you a final Christmas gift." He continued to stroke her and play in the softness of her love nest. She gave him a questioning look.

"I'm going to tease you to orgasm." Even in arousal, she blushed at this mention and looked away. But her lovely hips arched to meet his fingers. Wayne didn't even think about asking her approval. He was simply telling her what was going to happen. In two minutes, she would be ready. His shorts needed to be removed.

The Cowboy in Wayne sometimes made him arrogant. With his impending victory, this was one of those times. He decided to make shy Debbie lower his boxers, the last obstacle between her fidelity to her husband and her animal desire for him, the last obstacle between his cock and her pussy. She was near orgasm for the second time. He slowed his stroke. She begged for release.

"Debbie, I've seen everything you have to offer. It's only fair that you receive the same from me. Take down my shorts, so I can tease you some more." He emphasized the last sentence with three quick strokes. At that point she would have done anything. She reached over, caressed his chest hairs down to his belly, and slid his boxers down.

Against the syrupy sensuality of Bolero in the background, it was a surprise to hear her gasp loudly. She didn't lay back down. She simply stared at the large slab of manhood between Wayne's legs.

"I've seen Tim's penis in the gym showers, Debbie. I know I'm a little larger than him." Larger, she thought, you're double his size. He wasn't fully erect, but the head of his penis was as large as the exercise ball she squeezed during aerobics. Wayne had enviously seen her squeeze that exercise ball. He intended to test her hand strength right now.

With his free hand, he guided Debbie's hand to his member. She didn't want to touch him, but with his hand over hers, he stroked his penis in rhythm with his petting of her pussy. She finally noticed the coincident rhythm and startled in recognition. They were in essence having intercourse without touching organs.

He speeded his pace on her honey pot. She was approaching boil for the third time, and was anxious this time to reach the peak. He laid her back down and moved his cock to her face. He knew she could not swallow his whole member, but he wanted her to suck the head of his cock in. He wondered if she would. She was shy, but he had now spent a great deal of time preparing her. The least she could do would be to pleasure him for a few minutes before he fucked her.

He brushed the head along her cheek. She would not open her lips to him. He tried again and again, each time closer to her lips. She had never blown a man's cock before. The thought was much too distressing for her. Wayne was angry. He would remember this slight when he was asked to make an important decision minutes later.

He pulled away. Debbie smiled at him in relief. Still he stirred and stirred the sauce in her sexual kitchen. Debbie was approaching for the fourth time, and was bucking in an attempt to finish. Wayne smiled and took in this wonderful, sensuous creature in the throes of heat. Perspiration was forming on Debbie's broad breasts. She was hot from the temperature in the room, she was hot from exertion, and she was boiling hot with lust. Wayne knew that her AM was now at full volume. He would make his most important move now.

"Debbie,… Debbie".

"What!", she snapped in reply. She was so frustrated, she had lost all pretense of propriety.

"My fingers are too tired. I'll need to finish you off by dry humping you." She looked at him with questioning eyes. He smiled at how naïve she was. "Didn't a high college boy ever make love to you without putting his penis in?" She had settled down enough to regain her modesty. Embarrassed, she nodded no.

"It's teasing, but I use the head of my penis instead of my fingers. And it isn't sex because I don't put my penis into you." He strummed her clit a few times to remove her mind from the decision. Without waiting for a response, Wayne rolled onto the lounge and right between Debbie's unsuspecting legs. He completed the maneuver so quickly that Debbie was taken by surprise. She tried to close her legs. It was too late. Wayne now had her sandwiched between himself and the lounge chair, with his legs between hers and his semi-rigid cock dangling down toward her.

Because her knees were tight to him, he would not be able to enter her in this position. Wayne smiled down at her and watched her flat stomach rise and fall as she searched for breath. He needed to make one final adjustment to her position so that he could begin his conquest of her inner sanctum.

Wayne gently started to caress his way up her body, starting at her knees. He glided his hands up her smooth thighs to her full bottom, over her flared hips and finally to her tiny waist. He firmly grasped her waist to keep her from moving, and gently but firmly spread his knees and raised them up toward her bottom. She immediately recognized what Wayne was doing and tried to wiggle away. She could not, however, because he had her torso firmly pinned to the lounge chair. Her knees elevated slightly. Her tender thighs were forced apart. Without any further assistance, for the first time the tip of his cock brushed the bulls-eye of the moist target before him.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

Debbie's eyes opened wide. She looked vainly for help. Willingly or not, her legs were now spread wide, with his very large cock poised at the entrance to her womb. She was now in the perfect position to be fucked.

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V – the Act of Love

He eased his body down onto hers, to prepare her for what was to come. First his stomach onto hers. Then his chest to her receptive breasts. Finally, he leaned down and nuzzled her neck, knowing that he would be buried inside her very soon.

It was no longer a question of whether Wayne was going to fuck her, it was only a question of how gently or roughly he would take her. He was positioned in the saddle of this beautiful little mare and now it was time to see how hard she would buck when he mounted her.

During his recent exploration of her love tunnel with his fingers, Wayne had discovered a wonderful surprise. Debbie's prior lovers had apparently been relatively small, and her C section delivery of Abby had not stretched her sex channel either. Debbie would be a nice snug fit around his very large manhood. The warm tissue of her womanly glove would be clasping his cock tightly as he stroked into her. He realized however that he would need to be very rigid to fight his way completely into her belly.

So he began his final preparation for penetration. Wayne raised up off her torso, grasped the head of his organ and began teasing it to complete erection. In the process, he was strumming her clit just as he had with his fingers. He knew that very soon he would be feeling her delicate flower sucking the length of his shaft in. His penis stiffened and arched in anticipation.

Debbie could not believe the wonderful sensations she was receiving from his cock head. She couldn't resist looking down between her legs to see the size of the large knob that was teasing her sex. As he hovered above her, ready for his first thrust into her, she had a fleeting thought about what it might feel like to have the walls of her dark tunnel stretched by his massive penis. Debbie tried to force this thought out of her head, but her mind was clearly succumbing to her body's urgings. In a now futile attempt to honor her fidelity, she reminded herself that she was married and could not let someone other than her husband into her pussy (or so she thought).

Wayne must be telling me the truth, she reasoned. He is going to tease me to orgasm using his huge purple penis. Her stomach twitched for the second time. It had not when Wayne's fingers teased her sex, but the danger of his penis so close, and its massive size were sending Debbie into ecstasy. Wayne continued to strum Debbie's pussy with his cock head. Soon the head of his organ was wet enough for him to enter her, even though, amazingly, this naïve woman had no idea he was about to fuck her. It was time for his assault on her pussy to begin.

"Debbie", he lied. "There is too much friction. My skin can't take it. I need to wet the shaft so I can finish you off. Can you lick it a little for me, … just to get it wet?". Debbie frowned. "Okay, I understand" he lied. He paused and made an alternative proposition. "Then let me put a little of it in… just once… for lubrication". He continued to play Debbie's instrument with his cock head as he spoke. Debbie's FM rose up for nearly the last time.

He strummed two fast strokes, and stopped. He looked in her eyes, pointed the purple head of his massive cock directly at the heart of her pussy, and pushed. Her body stiffened. Her pussy lips did not part. Her FM system had abandoned her useless mind. It was instead clamping her vaginal lips tightly together. He strummed, he primed and he pumped. Her pussy held firm. She would not allow the intruder to enter.

Wayne was livid. He had gotten her drunk, he had stripped her, he had put her on her back, and he had primed her well in preparation for his penetration into her. He couldn't believe that this shy woman could now resist him. Regaining his composure, Wayne lowered his head and licked her ear. The slurping sounds of sex pushed her mind over the edge. She moaned once and softened beneath him. She instinctively snaked her arms around his neck, her broad breasts and pointed nipples beckoning him to her. He believed that she was now ready to receive him, but if she resisted again, he would need to take her forcefully.. His lips reached out for hers. He began to strum again in preparation for his first thrust.

He positioned his cock at the entrance to her tunnel and pushed with a firm resolve. Just as her lips had parted for his tongue two hours earlier, now her pussy lips demurely parted to his insistent pressure. The petals of her sexual flower opened, exposing her most intimate reproductive organ to fertilization. She drew his sexual organ into her.

Even with the head lubricated, Wayne could still proceed only slowly. He was quite simply as large as her body could handle. It took him four forced thrusts to gain half penetration. Debbie looked up at him with begging eyes. He had said only halfway, and only one time in. Reluctantly, he withdrew. Wayne was now fully erect, and huge. She looked down between her breasts and saw that his cock was as large than a cucumber, with a tip as large as a tomato!

Debbie had a new and very real fear. Not only had she dodged a bullet by convincing him to remove his penis from her vagina, but she was now understanding the impact of his size. Using only half of his cock, he had stretched her as much as anyone before.

Wayne returned to strumming Debbie's pussy with the tip of his manhood. He kissed her neck. After two minutes, mock pain.

"Ouch, Debbie. I can't do it. The friction is too great right at the base of my penis. I need full lubrication. Just one stroke in. And right back out." She could no longer trust herself to challenge him using words. Her body talked for her. She stiffened for the next-to-last time (her last stiffness would come during the throes of orgasm). She needed release, she craved release, but her FM protested.

Just as she would not challenge him verbally, he would no longer argue with her using speech. As planned from the beginning, he would make her body decide, and he knew how this mare in heat would answer. She wanted to be fucked, and he was going to make her admit it to herself and to him. He kissed her neck and he pushed. Her arms were clenched tightly around his neck, her eyes filled with both fear and desire. He kissed her cheek and pushed. She held tight. He bent down and tenderly kissed her lips. She now accepted his penis willingly and he began his sensual dance into the core of her flat, youthful belly. He had broken this gorgeous woman, and he would now ride her for his complete pleasure. Minutes later he would learn that her flat belly would be bulging soon as his child grew within her.

Earlier in the evening, Debbie's nectar had started to bubble and percolate inside her. Over time this bubbling brook had started to flow with more force. Now her natural flow was a river overflowing. Her honey poured down her thighs, puddling on the lounge chair, and soaking her bottom. Even with this current of love juice, Wayne had to push into Debbie a number of times to regain half penetration. He was now at the height of pleasure. Thrusting to achieve full penetration was his favorite aspect of breaking a woman. He enjoyed the pain he inflicted while stretching a woman to the limits of her tissue. As Debbie's sleeve opened gradually to accept his massive cock, Debbie was indeed in fear that Wayne would rip her apart.

She now did everything she could to help him enter her. She was no longer worried about her fidelity. She was trying to keep from being split open by the dominant male who had her pinned down and who was intent on burying his huge organ deep within her, regardless of the consequences to her delicate frame. Debbie splayed her legs wide apart to help Wayne force his huge cock more deeply into her with each stroke. Not satisfied with only this encouragement, Wayne lowered his hands to his sides and slid them to her fabulous, shapely legs. He brashly fondled her inner thighs, knowing that this would have been impossible just a few minutes earlier. He grasped her soft legs and raised her painted toes until they were high above him, waving in complete surrender.

While Wayne continued to thrust, Debbie's sexual temperature was moving from half boil to near full boil once again. With a final thrust, Wayne buried his cock fully into Debbie. His pubic bone pushed her harshly into the lounge's cushions. The hair around the base of his cock mingled and fought with the mane above her love mound. He stopped to enjoy the moment.

Debbie's womb was filled to its extreme, her sexual glove tightly clenched around his cock. She could feel Wayne's penis probing her very sensitive cervix at the end of her inner chamber. She couldn't believe that she had been able to take in his entire, massive penis. At the same time, however, she couldn't help luxuriating in the feel of him. She felt so full. Debbie ran her hands through his chest hair, then dbangd her arms around his neck, raising her tits toward him in thanks for the pleasure he was giving her.

Wayne smiled down at her in victory. He savored his position. Here he lay, with his cock finally embedded completely in the most beautiful woman he had ever known. He remembered for the last time that night how just a few hours ago he had admired her simply as his best friend's wife. Now in only a few hours he had separated her from her friends, stripped her bare, coaxed her onto her back, spread her legs in preparation for him, and now he would fuck her as he liked.

He looked down at her face, her hair, her neck, her breasts, her flat belly. She was perfection, and now she was totally his. Amazingly, Debbie still believed that Wayne's primary motivation was to please her. Even with his engorged cock forced fully into her belly, she didn't understand that everything Wayne had done was in fact to satisfy his own desire. Her release was only secondary to him.

Finally, he knew he must withdraw in order to enjoy his next thrust into her. But as he did, he whispered to Debbie, "Debbie, tell me honestly, which feels better… with my cock inside you… or outside." She started to answer. "Wait, Debbie, feel both ways before you make your decision." "Inside… or outside. Inside… or outside." Each time he withdrew his magnificent manhood, Debbie's pussy slurped in protest. His cock was now shiny, fully coated and dripping with the nectar that was intended to entice him to her sexual flower bud. Each time after he withdrew, he again forced her pussy lips aside and slowly buried his manhood deeply into her. With each stroke he pushed her down until his pubic hair mashed into her lioness' mane. Even at this slow pace, they were nearly on fire now. Debbie's breathing was coming in strained gasps. She wanted him to increase his pressure on her.

In final frantic desperation she cried out, "Wayne, stop. I can't take any more. Your penis is too big for me. Take it out NOW. I'm not on birth control. If you keep forcing yourself into me, I know you will explode and I will get pregnant." Wayne recognized Debbie's plea as her mind's last futile effort to avoid the intercourse that was now so inevitable. Her FM system had lost its battle with her body. She now desperately wanted to be fucked by the strong male on top of her. But her FM made its final plea to the man who was at that moment instinctively increasing the pace of his attack on her inner being.

Her request had little effect on how he chose to fuck her. He didn't slow his thrusting as he contemplated his options. He knew he could withdraw, and strum Debbie to orgasm. He could fuck her, and withdraw just before ejaculation. Or he could fuck her fully and completely, discharging his seed deep into her womb, making her pregnant.

His pride was stung that she had not sucked his cock earlier. He was angry that she had challenged him by withholding her pussy from him for so long. In his inebriated state, he decided to fuck her for his complete enjoyment and to spray his semen far into her belly. His last task was simply to convince this mare to improve the quality of his ride. As he fucked her, he wanted her to enthusiastically fuck him back.

One last time he used his predator's instincts and played on her lack of confidence, her lack of experience.

As he continued to forcefully stroke into her, he said "Debbie, I'm one of your best friends. I'm hurt that you wouldn't know that I'm taking care of this situation." She was happy to hear these words from him. She was used to being told what to do. Unfortunately for her, in her aroused state and with his cock sending waves of pleasure through her, she misinterpreted Wayne's words to mean that he was protecting her from harm, from pregnancy. Nevertheless, her FM evaporated, and the airwaves opened for her AM to take full control of her being.

The animal in her for some time now had wanted Wayne to fuck her fast and hard. Her body so badly wanted to be his whore. Now her mind joined her body in the desire to be taken by him and his huge cock. Finally, both Wayne and Debbie wanted exactly the same thing: a hot passionate fuck.

She snaked her arms back around his neck for the last time, seductively shook her heaving tits at him, locked her beautiful blue eyes to his, and surrendered as fully as any woman could. "Okay then Cowboy, ride me as hard as you want!"

His most beautiful conquest was now asking to be fucked, just as planned. Wayne started fulfilling Debbie's request in earnest as he began to plough the fertile field he had prepared. At first his strokes continued to be long and slow. Wayne wanted Debbie to remember the length of his strokes, the size of his cock. On each upstroke he withdrew until he hovered a foot above her, only the tip of his organ playing in the puffy lips of her opening. Then he thrust his huge member into Debbie once again.

Soon, he was thrusting himself into her so forcefully that his cock head bottomed sharply on her sensitive cervix with each jab. Each time he bottomed, she cried out. The pain, and the impact on her pussy's mane brought out the cat in her, as he hoped it would. She bared her claws and used them to scratch his back raw in retribution.

She splayed her wonderful thighs wide in submission. Then she hooked her powerful legs around his waist and sucked him into her pussy. Her heaving breasts were covered with sweat, and were bouncing back and forth like beach balls caught in an ocean tide of passion. Wayne was as big as he would get and he was using his massive organ to nail her to the cushions. It was hot in the room, and Debbie was even hotter. She wanted his cock, all of it. She wailed and moaned.

"Come on Cowboy, fuck me hard" she cried. He was pounding into her, and she was bucking back at him, expressing the wild mare that resided deep within her. He fought to stay in the saddle. She was giving Wayne the ride of his life. Wayne held out as long as he could. He wanted this fuck to last, but Debbie's body was on fire from the extended foreplay.

Soon she had reached the boiling point for the last time. "Give me all of it now Cowboy. I'm ready to explode!" He thrust as hard as he could. He was impaling her deeply into the lounge chair, which now added its voice to the chorus of their lovemaking. The chair creaked and groaned under their violent bonding. Debbie was on fire with passion, the hottest fuck Wayne had ever had. With a scream of triumph, she arched high into the air, stiffened, and exploded into orgasm.

Now it was time for Wayne's release. His soft sack of jewels had long ago become a hard bag of rocks, stuffed full of sperm and aching for discharge. He thrust powerfully and mashed her into the lounge. She thrust back with all of her strength and threw them into the air again. Using all of the power in his hips, he forced her back down. Her head pitched from side to side as her body convulsed beneath him.

He looked down at this gorgeous creature and fired his weapon deeply into her. As I sat in front of a control panel miles away, ensuring power to the people in our community, I had no way of knowing the sparks and sperm that were flying in Wayne's living room at that moment. Wayne's first stream of sperm splashed against the back of my wife's belly. He spewed three more deep streams into her, but the first stream had been all that was needed. He was very virile, and the sperm were strong. They aggressively started their pursuit of her eggs, much as Wayne had pursued the rest of her body all night.

They finally lay still. Her heartbeat began to return to normal. She was soaking wet. Her hair was matted to her scalp. Puddles of sweat streamed down between her mighty breasts. He slowly started to shrink inside her, and was still the largest intruder she had ever known. Sperm dripped from her spent cunt, but the strongest of the sperm continued their ascent inside her. Soon one would find an egg, penetrate its protective shell, join intimately with her, and she would be pregnant.

"How did you protect me Wayne", she whispered. "Have you had a vasectomy?" He answered her honestly.

"Debbie, I've adored you from the first time we met. I've always thought you were the most beautiful woman alive. You married Tim, but I needed to have you at least once. Tonight was my night. I'm quite virile." She was silent, deep in thought. Finally a single tear streamed down her cheek. He kissed it away, and then kissed her deeply on the lips, forcing his tongue inside her for the last time.

He withdrew his shrinking penis and left her in puddles of sweat, sexual juice and emotion. She raised her depleted body and quietly put her wrinkled clothes back on. He watched as the last of his sperm soaked through her panties and dripped slowly down her leg. For the first time, Debbie fully realized that Wayne had broken and ridden her solely for his own pleasure. Wayne had completed his seduction of Debbie.

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VI – The Next Day, the Next Generation

When I arrived home the evening of New Year's Day, I was dead tired from working all night. But Debbie was an invigorated tigress. Once we were in bed, she in essence attacked me. She quickly primed my pump and climbed upon my weary stallion. I thrust with as much energy as I could muster, but it wasn't my best effort. I came with a soft drivel rather than with any kind of strong drive.

She was quite pensive afterwards, but I was just too tired to be supportive. Our love-making didn't seem that satisfying for her. Still I must have done well enough, because Debbie had a son in September. I wanted to name him Todd, but Debbie was very firm that the baby's name would be Dwayne. I thought it was a funny sounding name, but Debbie knew I'd do anything for her. She prevailed.

It is 18 years later now, and Dwayne has grown into a strong, handsome man. His hair is much fairer than mine, probably because Debbie is so blonde. And he has a special bond with "Uncle Wayne" that makes us both happy.

When we socialize with Wayne these days, Debbie always talks him up to whomever he is dating. Occasionally I've seen the women tittering among themselves and Debbie blushing profusely as she points something out about Wayne. For someone as shy as Debbie, I'm surprised that she can be so outgoing in an effort to find Wayne a mate. We both hope that someday he'll find someone as special as Debbie.

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Epilogue

Once Wayne got Debbie alone, he seduced her in about as much time as it took to read this story. Clearly he had carefully planned and then successfully completed the sensual dance that led to their sexual union. But Wayne's seduction of Debbie was not the only seduction that took place that night. It may not have been even the most important seduction. It was simply the most obvious.

In addition to Debbie's seduction as a whole, one must remember that the animal passion within her seduced her to break her own promise of fidelity. The importance of marital fidelity has been reinforced over generations since the dawn of civilization, and Debbie's sense of fidelity was strong. Animal magnetism, however, had been a core essence of every being since the beginning of time. Debbie's animal instincts to reproduce proved to be stronger than her civilized teachings.

Of course, every battle between these two fundamentals in a woman's life could have a different outcome. In this case, her internal battle was decided by two pivotal factors. First, Debbie was at the peak of her reproductive receptiveness and was listening intently to her AM dial. And second, when Debbie was aroused and saw the size of Wayne's cock for the first time, it triggered within her every woman's most secret desire… the urge to be filled and stretched by a dominant male's huge organ.

And what about Wayne. It is true that he sought out the most attractive female he could find. But was he in fact seduced by her body to pursue and pleasure her? It must be remembered that it was her beauty that attracted him to her in the first place. It was her continued beauty that caused him to select her for his attention on this night. At the end he was finally able to stuff his manhood into her and fill her with his seed, but along the way he worked very diligently to please the body that had enticed him to her. She received hours of teasing, every form of stimulation he could devise, and she was finally able to achieve an incredible orgasm. One might say that her mind failed her,… but that her body completed the seduction it had designed.

In the end, mother nature may have instrumented the most important seduction of all. Mother nature selected a beautiful ovulating female, and instructed her by instinct to make herself as attractive to the opposite sex as she possibly could. She then placed this female in close proximity to a handsome, well-hung, virile male. She instructed this dominant male to devote his full attention to arousing the waiting female. After they were both fully prepared for a successful coupling, they were rewarded with a long-awaited, strong physical stimulation,… but only as the male was enticed to fertilize the female and produce a strong offspring.

The lesson of the "Seduction of Debbie" is this then: if you think you are in control of a situation in life, take a hard look around you. There likely are much larger forces at play.

Thanks for reading this simple little tale!

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[Blue Bull]

The Honey Trap

(You have to use the right bait.)

By: FrancisMacomber

You can learn a lot about someone by playing tennis with them. Generally I've found that guys who are gentlemen on the tennis court are also gentlemen in their off-court lives. Conversely, I watched a guy display the worst sportsmanship I'd ever seen while playing his best friend. It was no surprise to me later on when the guy abandoned his family and ran off with another man's wife.

And then there's Frank Calhoun. Frank is a big guy; in fact, he played football at Georgia Tech until he blew out his knee. Once the orthopedic surgeon had repaired it, Frank switched to tennis. But he plays tennis like a football player, hitting booming serves and blasting away at the net man from the baseline.

But I can beat him. I like to come to the net and put pressure on him to hit it by me. As often as not, he'll overhit and bounce the ball off the back fence. And don't get me started on his line calls. Let's just say that the benefit of the doubt always goes his way when he's making the call.

As a result, Frank always wants to play me. He just can't stand losing to "a little guy." Now I'm not little, I'm actually six feet tall. But I'm pretty lean and wiry, which makes me little compared to Frank, who's three inches taller and seventy-five pounds heavier than me.

Not surprisingly, I don't really care to play with Frank, but he's hard to avoid because we both live in the Eden Pointe subdivision north of Atlanta. Since Atlanta is such a big tennis town, our subdivision was built around a clubhouse with a pool and lots of tennis courts. With so many people playing on teams in the Atlanta Lawn Tennis Association league, it's pretty hard to avoid someone like Frank.

But the good news is that I also get to play with a lot of really nice people -- like my mixed doubles partner, Penny Pennington. I met Penny through my wife, Melanie. Melanie is a Pilates instructor, and a lot of people who live in Eden Pointe take classes at her studio, including Penny. Unfortunately for me, Melanie doesn't care for tennis, but when she learned that Penny was looking for a partner, she introduced me, and Penny and I have been playing together for about a year now.

The club we were playing in today's match was all the way over in Stone Mountain, so I had offered to drive Penny to save gas. Given the way traffic builds up on a Saturday afternoon, we gave ourselves forty-five minutes to get there.

As she emerged from her front door, I wondered yet again why Penny was still single. Part of it was that she'd lost her husband in an automobile accident three years ago. After lengthy mourning period, one of the ways she'd coped with her grief was to join Melanie's Pilates class. Another way was to get back into tennis, which she'd played in high college. The result of all that physical activity was a fit, trim dark-haired woman in her early thirties. I would have expected a woman as pretty as Penny to draw suitors like flies to honey. But she kept telling Melanie that she just hadn't found the right man.

"Hey, Penny," I greeted her when she opened my car door, "are you ready to get 'em today?"

She grinned at me. "You bet, Michael. I've been looking forward to a rematch with these guys for a long time."

We were talking about our strategy for the match as I pulled out onto I285, but I was interrupted by the ringing of my cellphone. "Hi, Robert. You're kidding! No, it's perfect here. Damn. OK, we'll reschedule."

Penny looked at me quizzically as I took the next exit and began heading back home. "That was our opponent," I told her. "He told me that a rainstorm just passed through and the courts are unplayable." Atlanta is notorious for isolated showers that can drench one area of the city while the sun is shining brightly only a few miles away.

Penny was clearly disappointed. "Darn it, I was really looking forward to playing today."

"Listen," I said, "why don't we go back to the club? We can get in some practice, and maybe there'll be somebody there willing to play."

When I pulled into the main entrance to Eden Pointe, I turned off on the road to my home. "I just want to stop and pick up my check for this quarter's club dues," I told Penny. "I won't be but a minute."

I parked at the curb and dashed to the front door. I'd made out the check last night and left it on my dresser, so I knew just where to find it. But as I walked down the hall, I heard noises coming from the master bedroom, sounds that I shouldn't have heard.

"Oh, please, do that some more. Yes, just like that. Ohhh!"

That was Melanie's voice! What in the hell?

I tiptoed down the hall and peeked in the door. Melanie was lying naked on the bed, her legs dbangd over the side and spread wide. Between them, a man was crouching, using his mouth and hands on her as she moaned and gasped.

I felt as though I'd been in an auto accident. I was stunned, unable to move, unable to think. Everything had suddenly changed, and I couldn't comprehend what was happening.

Then the man stood up and lifted Melanie's legs high to facilitate his penetration. "No, this can't be happening," I thought as I recognized the figure of Frank Calhoun. I heard her moan as he slid into her. Then she was chanting, "Oh god, oh yes, oh god!"

I staggered back from the door as though I'd been hit by a fist. It was just too much to bear. My first impulse was to charge into the room and attack him. "But what good would that do?" I asked myself despairingly. "They've already cheated on me; fighting him won't change that. Besides, even if I got in the first blow, he's so much bigger than me that he'd still be able to beat me to a pulp. But I don't want him to get away it."

As I stood there, I suddenly remembered Penny waiting in the car. "Oh, shit, I've got to get her home first, then I can come back here to face them," I thought.

I found myself walking back down the hall and out the front door in a daze. I felt like I might vomit at any second. I glanced up and saw Penny peering at me through the car window. A moment later I climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine.

I don't know what I looked like, but it can't have been good. "Are you all right, Michael?" Penny asked anxiously as she stared at me. I couldn't speak. I gripped the wheel as tightly as I could while steering the car toward Penny's home. When I pulled up out front, I put the car in Park and spoke without looking at her, "I'm sorry, Penny, but I'm not going to be able to hit with you today."

"What is it, Michael, what's happened?" she asked with growing concern.

When I didn't respond, she reached over and turned off the ignition; then she took the keys with her as she got out and came around to my door. I turned toward her. "I have to go, Penny. Please let me have the keys back."

"No," she said firmly, "not until you tell me what happened."

When I didn't say anything, she opened the car door and tugged on my arm. "You're not going anywhere until you come inside and tell me what's going on."

Robotically I got out of the car and let her lead me into her home. She disappeared for a second and returned with a glass of ice water. I sipped on it automatically as she watched. When I set the glass down, she took my hand and pressed it in hers. "Tell me, Michael. What happened in there?"

Suddenly, all my resistance collapsed and I sagged back against the back of her sofa. I tried to speak but my throat suddenly tightened up again, so I took another sip of water.

"It was Melanie and Frank," I said in a strained tone.

She looked at me uncomprehendingly. "Go on," she said.

"They were there together, in our bedroom. They were . . ." my voice tailed off.

She gasped. "No! That can't be right. Melanie would never do that!"

The image of the two of them came back to me with full force, and I felt a tear streak down my face. "I never thought she would either," I croaked as the pain in my throat increased.

"Could it have been something else, Michael? Could you have been mistaken?" she asked.

I knew she was trying to help, but that didn't keep my anger from rising. "When I looked in, she was lying on her back with Frank licking her pussy. When I left, he had her heels over his shoulders and was pumping his cock into her. So you tell me, Penny, was I mistaken?"

She flinched at my angry sarcasm. "I'm so sorry, Michael. I wasn't doubting you, I was just hoping there could be some other explanation."

More pain shot through me. "And with Frank Calhoun of all people!" I said angrily. "How could she let that big baboon near her?"

"I guess that explains why Frank started taking Melanie's Pilates class," Penny mused.

"He was taking her class?" I yelled. "She never mentioned that to me."

My anger was still flowing. "Thanks a lot for warning me," I said bitterly.

Penny was hurt now. "That's not fair, Michael. I had no idea there was anything going on between the two of them."

"I'm sorry, Penny," I said, "I didn't mean to lash out at you. It's just that I'm pretty raw right now."

She squeezed my hand. "That's okay, Michael. I can only imagine how you must be feeling."

I stood up. "I have to go," I told her. "I have to go back there and find out what's really happening."

"You're not going to do anything violent, Michael?"

"No, I just need to get some answers."

She squeezed my hand. "Please let me know what happens, Michael. And let me know if there's anything I can do to help."

I thanked her and went back to my car. Driving back to my home I dreaded what was coming. I thought about all the questions I wanted to ask her and I tried to anticipate her probable reaction. I expected tears, denials, and angry words. How should I respond to them? And what about Frank? What if he's still there? I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my system.

When I walked in through the kitchen door, Melanie must have heard me because she came out to meet me. She was wearing her robe; her hair was wrapped up in a towel. "You're back early," she said brightly. "How was the match?"

"We were rained out," I said in a clipped voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry you didn't get to play," she said. "I'll bet Penny was disappointed."

I just looked at her. I didn't want to make small talk.

"They called about the rain just after we left," I said quietly.

She blinked, but there was no change in her facial expression.

"I came back to the house," I told her. My heartbeat accelerated. "I saw you and Frank together."

Of the many scenarios I had envisioned, Melanie's response was not one I had anticipated. "I'm sorry you had to see that," she said evenly.

"That's all you have to say?" I asked incredulously. "You're cheating on me and you're sorry I witnessed it? Aren't you even going to say you're sorry for fucking him? How long has this been going on? Don't you have any kind of explanation?"

She crossed her arms and heaved a sigh. "Sit down, Michael," she said, gesturing toward the breakfast room table.

"I prefer to stand," I said angrily.

"Suit yourself," she said, and took a chair. I stood there dumbfounded at her total lack of reaction.

"Listen, Michael, we were going to tell you soon anyway, but I guess this just steps up the timetable a little. I'm leaving you. Frank and I are in love, and I'm going to move in with him. We'll get married as soon as the divorce is final."

I decided to sit down; I didn't want to risk falling.

Before I could think of anything to say, she jumped up and said, "Wait here," before disappearing back toward our bedroom. A few moments later she came back, clutching a sheaf of papers. She slid them across the table at me.

"This doesn't have to be acrimonious," she said. "I don't even want any alimony from you. I've taken all the money from our savings account, but that's only fair since I'm leaving you the house. This is a much better deal than you'll get if we go to court, but I'm good with that if you'll sign the papers and let us all get on with our lives."

I looked at the sheaf of papers: it was a petition for a divorce.

"You've already been to a lawyer?" I asked in astonishment. "What about our marriage? What happened to the last ten years we spent together?"

"I'm sorry, Michael. This wasn't something that I planned; it just happened. Just accept it: it is what it is."

"Accept it?" I shouted. "Accept that my loving wife is fucking that asshole Frank Calhoun in our own bed? Accept that our marriage is over just like that?"

She stood up. "I'm disappointed, Michael. I had hoped for a more mature reaction from you." She turned and walked back to the bedroom.

I sat there at the table, staring at the divorce petition in front of me and trying to make sense of what was happening. If someone had asked me that morning, I'd have told them that I loved my wife and that we had a good marriage. This afternoon I learn that she's leaving me for another man. Talk about cognitive dissonance!

In the quiet I could hear the beep of a cellphone, and then snatches of conversation.

"He saw us. . . About like you'd expect. . . That would be good."

When she came back out she was fully dressed and carrying an overnight bag and make-up kit. "Now that you've forced the issue, I don't intend to stay here tonight. Frank's coming over to get me. We'll come back on Monday while you're at work and get the rest of my things."

"So you're going, just like that?"

"It has to be that way," she said.

"Fine," I said bitterly. "What do you want me to tell our friends?"

She sighed. "Listen, Michael, Frank and I haven't done anything wrong and we don't intend to hide away like criminals. We're going to continue to be active socially. In fact, we'll probably go to the Eden Pointe reception tomorrow evening. You won't have to tell anyone anything because they're all going to know about it anyway."

Just then there was the beep of a horn outside. Melanie looked out the window. "Frank's here," she said. "I'm going now."

As she was closing the door, she leaned back in to look at me. "Just sign the papers, Michael. The sooner you do, the better it will be for all of us." Then she was gone.

I don't know how long I sat there. Emotions flickered through me like the cars of a train rushing through an intersection. One minute I'd be boiling with anger; the next I'd remember happier times and be filled with sorrow. I told myself I'd treated her like a queen; then I wondered what I'd done to drive her away. "I'm better off without her," I repeated; until I was filled with loneliness.

The tone from my cellphone startled me, and I quickly answered. Subconsciously I think I was hoping to hear Melanie's voice, but it was Penny. "How are you doing, Michael?" she asked.

"Not so good," I replied. "She's left me."

"I heard," she said.

"You heard?" I said in astonishment. "Where? How?"

"I'm sorry, Michael," she said sadly. "Frank's been up at the clubhouse boasting about it."

"Oh, shit," I thought. "It's already started."

On Sunday I called the captain of our men's team. There was no way I was going to go up there. "I'm sorry, Joe," I told him, "you're going to have to scratch me from the line-up today. I've got some personal issues to deal with."

"Yeah, I heard," he said sympathetically. "Sorry about that. Good luck, man."

I thanked him, but I knew all I had to look forward to was more bad luck.

I spent the whole day inside. I guess I was hiding, though it pained me to admit it. The TV had sports on, but I wasn't paying attention. My thoughts kept drifting back to my marriage with Melanie. Where did it all go wrong? When did she stop loving me?

I felt certain that she'd loved me when got married right out of college. We'd gone steady throughout our senior year; I'd asked her to marry me over Christmas break. She'd majored in Health and Physical Education, and whenever my fraternity brothers would catch sight of her in workout clothes, they'd give me a hard time. She had that combination of cute, fit and sexy that's almost irresistible; I gave up trying the minute I met her.

We settled easily into married life. I landed a great job in Atlanta, and she found a job as an instructor at an aerobics class. After a few years, we'd saved enough money for a down payment on a house, and we found just what we were looking for in a brand new development called Eden Pointe.

I thought that we'd been really happy here at Eden Pointe. I got several promotions with my company, and Melanie decided to strike out on her own. We had enough money by that time to lease space for her studio in one of the small strip shopping centers in the area, and her business did very well. Our savings account was growing, we had a host of friends and acquaintances, especially at Eden Pointe, and we had even started talking about starting a family in a year or two.

Our sex lives had quieted down some, but that hadn't surprised me. My job kept me busy, and teaching Pilates every day will tire out anyone. As I thought back about it, I began to realize that things had really slowed down in the last six months, though I hadn't noticed it at the time. I also remembered that Melanie had seemed a bit distracted at times, as though she was off in another world. But when we had made love, it was as good for me as ever, and I had thought Melanie felt the same way. Obviously, I was wrong.

I kicked myself mentally. How could I have been so blind that I didn't realize she had gotten involved with someone else? How could I not have been aware that she was falling out of love with me and in love with Frank Calhoun? The only thing I could figure was that when you love and trust someone else, you don't go looking for signs of treachery and deceit. "No," I thought sardonically, "you just have to wait until they dope-slap you in the back of the head."

I went into work early on Monday to try to get ahead of the game. Around nine o'clock I called the office of my attorney to try to make an appointment. When the secretary asked about the purpose of the meeting, I didn't want to get into the subject of Melanie and me so I told her I needed to make some changes in my will. When she came back on the line, she told me he could see me right after lunch.

When I got to his law office, Jonathan met me in the lobby. He had been a classmate of ours back in our undergraduate days, and I had gone to him when Melanie and I decided to have wills drawn up.

After we were seated in his office, he looked at me with concern. "Is everything OK, Michael? I understand you need to make a change in your will. You or Melanie aren't ill, are you?"

"Thanks for your concern, Jonathan, but it's not quite that bad," I told him. Then I handed him the papers that Melanie had given me on Saturday. As he read them, he "tsk-tskd" to himself. When he had finished, he looked up at me.

"I'm really sorry to learn of this, Michael. Do you think there's any chance of reconciliation?"

"I don't think so. She's already moved out of our house and moved in with her boyfriend. She told me that they plan to get married as soon as our divorce is final."

He shook his head. "I would never have expected this. You two seemed like the perfect couple."

Then his expression changed and his voice took on a professional tone. "Given those circumstances, as your legal advisor my advice to you is to sign this agreement immediately."

"So, just like that, ten years of marriage wiped away?" I said bitterly.

He shook his head patiently. "In matters like this, Michael, you have to stop thinking with your heart and start thinking with your head. My read on this is that Melanie has made you a very generous offer, much better than you'd get if you decide to fight over it. Part of her motivation may be guilt, but I'd be willing to bet that the main reason is to give you an incentive to agree quickly so she can marry her new man. While it may feel like you're giving in to her now, the truth is that if your marriage is over, this is the best deal you can hope to get."

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

I knew he was right. Hell, after what she'd done, I didn't want to stay married to her anyway. But it still felt like she and Frank had beaten me in a game I didn't even know I was playing.

Jonathan's tone became sympathetic once again. "Listen, Michael, I know the attorney that Melanie used. If you sign, we can get this Settlement Agreement filed with the court very quickly. That will pretty well lock in what she's proposed. Then, if she begins to have 'buyer's remorse' and wants to come back -- and if you're willing to take her back -- you still have thirty days to drop the divorce."

I knew that wasn't going to happen. "Can I borrow your pen?" I asked.

When I got back to the office, I headed straight for Human Resources. I had lots of changes to make in my health insurance, my 401K plan and numerous other benefits that involved a spouse. The clerk who helped me must have done this a lot because he was able to produce all the forms I needed in short order. As I was signing them I glanced up to see him staring at me. "I guess I won't have to make an announcement in the office now," I thought wryly.

On the way home that evening, I stopped at a neighborhood restaurant and picked up some dinner to go. But when I got home, I found that Melanie had been there during the day and packed up everything she wanted. Of course all of her cosmetics had disappeared, but I was surprised to find a number of items of clothing left behind. However, when I examined them more closely I realized that they were things she didn't wear anymore. "I guess I get to haul them off to Goodwill," I thought morosely.

Further investigation revealed that the bedroom was not the only place she had raided. Our good china was gone, along with most of the serving pieces we'd received as wedding presents. From the kitchen, I noticed that a number of utensils and our set of good carving knives had also been carted off. Several pieces of furniture were missing, and when I went into the den, I saw that large chunks from our CD and DVD collections were also gone. As I prowled through our belongings I noted that she'd left our wedding album untouched. Somehow that was more depressing to me than all the things she'd taken with her. It was as though she wanted to expunge any memory of life with me.

I went back in the kitchen and stashed the food I'd bought in the refrigerator. I had no appetite left after discovering her incursion. I made myself a mental note to have the locks changed. "Damn it to hell, how do you go from being happily married to a single lonely divorced man in three days?" I asked myself. It all seemed so damned unfair.

I spent the next week in virtual isolation, starting work early and leaving late every day. Otherwise I stayed in the house. The humiliation of having Frank Calhoun steal my wife was excruciating, and the fact that there was nothing I could do about it was almost unbearable.

I'll admit that I entertained fantasies about assaults with a baseball bat or brass knuckles; other times I daydreamed about hired killers and car bombs. But then I'd come back to the real world. Did I really want to ruin my own life just to get back at a skirt-chasing sleaze ball and a wife who couldn't keep her legs together?

By Friday I decided it was time to come out of my cocoon. I'd done nothing wrong and there was no reason for me to hide. I called Penny. "Hey, partner, don't we have tennis match scheduled for this weekend?" I asked, trying to sound upbeat and positive.

"Oh, Michael, I'm so glad to hear from you," she said quickly. "I thought about calling you so many times, but I thought maybe you'd prefer to be alone for awhile."

"Thanks, Penny," I replied, softening my tone. "It's been a rough week."

I went on to tell her everything that had happened; then I asked her what was going on at Eden Pointe that I'd missed. She hemmed and hawed for a few seconds before admitting that our situation was the talk of the subdivision.

"You'd think they could find something better to discuss," I said sharply.

"They might," Penny allowed, "but Frank and Melanie don't make it easy. They've been socializing at the clubhouse every night since last Saturday. Frank is all but openly bragging about how the better man won, and Melanie hangs on him like an infatuated college girl."

I could hear the anger in her voice.

"It's just sickening, Michael. I quit her Pilates course straightaway and told her I couldn't be her friend anymore," she said. Her loyalty made me feel a little better.

"What about the others, Penny? What are they saying?" I asked.

"I guess it's what you'd expect, Michael. There are some who are pretty unhappy with Frank and Melanie, and they try to avoid the lovebirds as much as possible. Then there's the group that always hang around Frank. They're all lauding his prowess, if you know what I mean. But for the majority of people it's just a sad, awkward situation, and they try to stay out of it as much as they can."

Rationally, I'd known that that would be the situation, but a part of me had wished the community would tar and feather Frank and Melanie and ride them out of town on a rail. But I was determined not let my disappointment hold me back.

"Be that as it may, I'm not going to spend the rest of my life in hiding," I told Penny. "We're scheduled to play on Saturday, and unless you'd rather not, I intend to get out on the court with my partner," I told her.

"I'm glad, Michael," she told me fervently, "You can count on me."

I deliberately drove over to the tennis courts a little late so as to avoid conversations about topics I didn't want to discuss. It didn't help much: as I walked up to the tennis pavilion I could feel the eyes of my neighbors and teammates on me. I could understand their curiosity but I still hated the feeling.

When she saw me, the captain of our mixed doubles team came rushing up to me. "Michael, I'm so sorry. The other team made a last-second change in their line-up, and some of the matches have already started, so I can't change it. If you don't want to play, I'll understand."

"What are you talking about, Mary?" I asked. "I don't understand."

"It's Frank," she said. "You and Penny are scheduled to play Frank and his partner."

"Oh, crap," I thought. "That's the last thing I wanted."

Just then, Penny came up, and when she realized what was happening her face went pale. She pulled me aside and whispered, "We don't have to do this, Michael. It's no big deal: we'll just forfeit and play somebody else next week."

"No!" I said, loudly enough for Penny to jump. "I am not going to hide from that bastard the rest of my life. I'm going to have to face him, and it might as well start now."

Penny looked at me worriedly, but I turned back to Mary. "It's fine," I told her. "Penny and I are here to play."

It was a slaughter. I played worse than I had in years, and my obvious emotions affected Penny as well. Frank, by contrast, was really on his game, and his big, booming ground strokes were scorching over the net like rounds from an RPG. To make things worse, he was constantly taunting me throughout the match. "Come on, Michael, you can hit it harder than that," he yelled after I floated a weak shot that he smashed for a winner. Another time he yelled, "Your wife can hit it harder than that. Oh, wait, my bad: you don't have a wife." I just fumed.

To add insult to injury, our little match had drawn a crowd, and I looked up to see Melanie standing by the fence. To her credit, she did wince at some of Frank's comments, but she never looked in my direction.

At one point, I floated a weak second serve over the net, and Frank ripped it straight at Penny. It bounced off her shoulder and nearly knocked her down. I rushed to the net with my racket cocked, ready to decapitate the bastard, but Penny grabbed my arm and pleaded with me not to go over the net after him. "It was fair shot," she said. "I'm okay, I'm not hurt. It's just part of the game."

I stared at him with venom in my eyes as he pretended to tie his shoelace. Finally, I walked back to my position in angry frustration.

The final score was 6-2, 6-1, a humiliating defeat. Gritting my teeth, I went to the net to shake hands with our opponents. Frank's partner seemed embarrassed by his display and mouthed an apology to me when she shook my hand. Frank, however, simply walked up to us and, without bothering to extend his hand, said, "That was a lot of fun. Let's do it again the next time you feel like taking a beating." Then he pointedly turned, walked over to Melanie and gave her a big kiss over the waist-high fence.

I don't know what Penny saw in my face, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me off the court. "He's trying to provoke you, Michael. He'd love for you to start a fight with him. Don't let him get to you. Please, for my sake."

I sat down on the bleachers and somebody handed me a cup of ice water. I took a few sips and then dumped the remainder on my head. I couldn't have felt much worse than I did that afternoon. I apologized to Penny for playing so poorly, and although she protested, I got in my car and headed home.

Throwing my clothes in the hamper, I dragged myself into the shower and proceeded to let the water cascade off of me for half an hour. When the water finally turned cold, I got out, dried myself off and then plopped down on the bed, angry and disgusted.

I knew why I had lost: I'd let Frank get to me. That knowledge only made me feel worse. He got to me and he got to Melanie too, though obviously in a different way. Nevertheless, the outcome was the same: to turn a loser like Frank into the big winner. I swore to myself that I wasn't going to take any more of Frank's abuse, or Melanie's either. I was going to find a way to turn the tables on them both. Now all I had to do was come up with a way to accomplish that.

I lay back on the bed and thought about what my old tennis coach used to tell me: "Play to your opponent's weakness." It sounded good in theory, but how could I apply that in this situation?

I know myself. Once I start working on a problem, my brain will keep attacking it even when my conscious mind turns to other tasks. In fact I've often found that if I leave a problem alone for a while, when I come back to it the solution is easy to see. And that's what happened in this case. I chewed on the challenge for a while and then set it aside to spend most of Sunday catching up on the yard work that I'd neglected. By that night I was tired enough that falling asleep was no problem. When I got into work the next day, I realized I had a possible solution. "It's probably going to be expensive," I thought to myself, "but if it works, it'll be worth it."

About mid-morning I gave a call to one of our top sales guys. "Hey, Jerry," I said when I reached him, "any chance you could have lunch with me today? My treat."

"Sure, Michael, especially if you're buying."

We met at a bar and grill I know that's a little run-down but has great food. After we'd ordered, Jerry looked over at me. "Hey, Michael, I was real sorry to hear about you and Melanie. I thought you guys had everything going for you."

"Yeah, me too, Jerry, me too. But actually, that's sort of why I wanted to talk to you."

"Sure, Michael, I'd be glad to help any way I can."

"OK, Jerry, so here's my question: when you're entertaining your best clients, have you ever had occasion to use an escort service?"

He looked at me oddly. "No, Michael, absolutely not. That's against company policy, and I would never do that."

I leaned over the table toward him. "Jerry, this is not a company issue, and we're not on business here. This is strictly personal, if you know what I mean."

He looked at me for a few seconds, and then light dawned in his eyes. "Oh, I get it," he said. "I guess it's been a long dry spell for you, what with the wife splitting and you being out of the dating game and all."

He paused and then leaned closer to me. "Sure, I know one of the top services in the city. But listen, Michael, they cater only to the biggest hitters, understand? Their girls are unbelievable, but I think they may be way out of your price range."

I smiled at him. "You let me worry about that. Just tell me how to get in touch with them and what to expect."

And over burgers and brews, he did exactly that.

I was nervous that afternoon as I went over the notes I'd made during lunch. I hoped I was doing the right thing. Then I remembered Frank taunting me and Melanie's cold-eyed announcement that she was leaving, and I decided to go for it.

I called the number Jerry had given me, and a pleasant male voice answered. "Hello. May I help you?"

"Yes, I'd like to speak to Mr. Henry Miller," I said as I had been instructed.

"This is Mr. Miller," the voice responded. "What are you looking for?"

"Something from the Grove Press," was my response.

"Please give me your name, sir."

I thought about using a pseudonym, but Jerry had been very explicit about the need to identify myself accurately. "They're always worried about the vice squad," he told me. "They'll go to great lengths to make sure you're not a cop trying to set them up."

I gave him my real name.

"Are you calling from your office?" Mr. Miller asked.

"Yes," I replied, "but this is a personal matter. It has nothing to do with my company."

"I quite understand, sir. Now would you give me the switchboard number where you work?"

"Sure," I said, "but wouldn't you rather have my direct line instead?"

No," he replied. "I will call the main number and ask for you; then we'll be able to attend to your business."

"Pretty clever," I thought to myself. "If he calls and the operator answers, he knows he's calling a real company, not the security officer station. And if she transfers his call to me, he'll know I'm really an employee of the company. It's not foolproof, but it's pretty darn good."

I gave him the main switchboard number and he hung up immediately. A couple of minutes later, my phone rang and the operator transferred a call to me. It was "Mr. Miller."

Next he asked me for my cellphone number. "This will allow us to contact you outside working hours, if that is required," he explained.

After I'd given it to him, he went on. "Now that we've dispensed with the identification process," he said smoothly, "please tell me how our service may help you."

"I'm looking for a very special companion who can be available for a series of occasions that may stretch over a month or more."

"Hmm," the voice said, "that's a bit out of the ordinary. We don't usually make commitments for such an extended period of time. We may be able to help you, but it will be expensive." He quoted me a price that made my eyes water.

I gulped. "That will be fine, Mr. Miller."

"Very well, do you have any special requirements?"

"Yes," I said, "she has to look like a goddess."

He chuckled. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, sir. But I think you'll be able to find a companion suitable for your needs."

He paused. "Do you have a pen handy?"

When I assured him that I did, he proceeded to give me the address for their website. I noted that the URL began with HTTPS, indicating a secure server. When I had it down, he told me to my amusement that when I was prompted for a user name to enter "Anais Nin." Then he gave me a numerical password.

"Please understand, sir, that both the user name and password will change after your selection has been made. This is for your security as well as our own."

When I acknowledged my understanding, he went on. "Now about the matter of payment, sir, once you have made your selection and she is scheduled for a session, your credit card will be charged in the amount to which you have just agreed. In addition, our clients are expected to show their appreciation directly to our companions. If everything is satisfactory, we recommend a gratuity of 25%."

I did some quick mental mathematics. "This had better work," I thought, "or I'm going to be broke as well as humiliated."

"Very well, sir. Whenever you are ready to make your selection, please proceed to our website. You will be able to make all other arrangements there. Good day, sir." With that, the line went dead.

I waited till I got home that night to access the website "Henry" had given me. The main screen identified itself as only as "Capricorn Services" with the tagline "Catering to the needs of the most discerning clients." The user name and password "Henry" had provided got me into the site, and a window opened up that could have come straight from the pages of a Victoria's Secret catalog.

The women pictured there were all so gorgeous that I wondered why they weren't in modeling rather than the escort business. In fact, I even wondered if the pictures could have been copied from some modeling site as part of some kind of bait-and-switch con. But my buddy Jerry had insisted that Capricorn was for real, so I decided to take my chances.

I had assumed that I would choose a blonde for my purpose, but a photo of a woman with dark shoulder-length hair caught my attention, and I impulsively clicked on "Rhiannon." The confirmation that appeared on my screen assured me that Rhiannon would contact me within twenty-four hours to arrange our meeting. Next I was prompted for my credit card information. Once the card number and expiration date had been verified, the screen went dark and I was suddenly kicked out of the site.

Out of curiosity, I tried to go back to the Capricorn website, but the welcome screen wouldn't recognize the username and password this time, and after a second try I was kicked back to my home page. I was pretty impressed by the security their system used, and decided that was a hopeful sign. If they went to that much trouble, maybe their service was as good as Jerry had indicated.

I was on pins and needles the next day waiting for Rhiannon to call. At one point I even considered backing out of the deal. My little plan was going to be very expensive to implement, and there was no guarantee of success. But when I went to the break room to get myself a cup of coffee, two secretaries who had been speaking when I walked in immediately fell silent and looked away from me. It didn't take a genius to figure out who was the subject of their conversation. The pain of being the subject of office gossip strengthened my resolve. No matter what, I wasn't going to continue to be the helpless victim if I could do anything about it.

It wasn't until after dinner that my cellphone rang, and when I answered, a melodious voice said, "Hi, Michael, this is Rhiannon calling. I'm looking forward to meeting you."

I gulped and then responded, suggesting that we meet for dinner to discuss my request. When she agreed, I suggested the same grill where Jerry and I had eaten. It was small, dark and far enough away from Eden Pointe that I'd be unlikely to run into one of my neighbors. She laughed. "How interesting! I don't believe I've had the pleasure of eating there before. I'll look forward to seeing you there." With that she hung up.

"Here we go," I thought.

The grill wasn't very busy on a week night, which was one of the reasons I'd picked it, and the low lighting also suited my purposes. But when she walked in the door, it was as though a spotlight was shining on her. She saw me stand up nervously, and she walked over and shook my hand confidently. "Hello, Michael," she said in that musical voice. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person."

She sat down and I followed. I must have been staring, because she laughed and said, "Well, how do I look?"

We've all seen movie stars on the big screen or models in magazines. They're gorgeous but they're not "real." But now I was meeting one of them in person, and the impact was overwhelming. The young woman seated across from me was absolutely stunning. The dark eyes, high cheek bones, pouty lips, the way her hair framed her face, her athletic but womanly figure – I could go on and on, but the fact was that for a few moments all I could do was stare at her in silent wonder.

Contd...

[Blue Bull]

She smiled and broke the silence. "I'm going to take that to mean you approve," she said.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry," I stammered, "I just, for a moment, that is . . ." My voice tailed off in embarrassment.

Thankfully, at that moment the waitress came over to take our orders. I don't even remember what I ordered, but Rhiannon settled for a green salad with dressing on the side. As the waitress wrote down her selection, I could tell that she had fallen under Rhiannon's spell as well. She kept glancing at her until finally she burst out, "Aren't you on television?"

Rhiannon smiled at her sweetly. "No, I'm afraid not," she said, and the waitress walked away mumbling to herself.

Their little exchange allowed the rational part of my brain to re-engage. I looked at Rhiannon curiously. "I'll bet that happens to you often."

She nodded unselfconsciously. "Yes, it happens quite a bit."

"Can I ask you a question? Why aren't you on television or modeling, instead of, well, you know," I asked, stumbling a bit at the end.

"I've looked into it," she acknowledged, "but that's a very cut-throat world. I may look good to you, but I'm just one of many in that world. The odds against making it are about the same as a basketball player making it in the NBA. But in this line of work, I stand out. And unlike modeling or acting, I didn't have to starve for years paying my dues. From the day I started I was making top dollar. By the time my looks start to go, I'll have put enough away to live off my investments for the rest of my life. And if I'm really lucky, I'll find a rich man who wants a trophy wife and doesn't care what she used to do for a living."

I couldn't help nodding. I didn't agree with the career she had chosen, but she had certainly approached it sensibly.

At that moment, the waitress brought our dinners. After she'd served Rhiannon, she looked at her again and said, "Are you sure you're not on TV? I just feel certain I've seen you before."

Rhiannon shook her head. "I don't think so. If I had been, I'm sure I would remember it."

I tried to smother my laughter as the waitress beat a hasty retreat.

When we began eating, she looked at me carefully. "So, Michael, why don't you give me an idea of what you have in mind? Henry indicated that this is something a bit out of the ordinary."

I blushed and began to tell her my story. When I replayed my conversation with Melanie after catching her and Frank in bed, Rhiannon gave me a sympathetic look. "That was pretty cold," she said. When I described Frank Calhoun and the way he was acting, she nodded knowingly. "I've met a lot of his type."

She wiped her mouth daintily and then folded her hands on the table. "So what is it exactly that you want to do, and how do I fit into the picture?"

I spent the next fifteen minutes describing what I hoped to accomplish over the next month or so. When I finished, I admitted that I had a lot of doubts about what I was trying to do. "But I just can't sit by and let the two of them run roughshod over me without fighting back. And now that I've met you, I'm beginning to think this just might work."

She broke into a big grin. "What a lovely compliment!" she said. Then she leaned forward across the table. "You know what? I think I'm going to enjoy this."

"Great!" I said enthusiastically, and reached across to shake her hand to seal the deal. She laughed at that and gave me a firm handshake in return. "To partners in crime," she said with a sly smile.

Then she sat up and did something that I didn't quite catch with her body, and suddenly she exuded raw sexuality. I realized I had a hard-on. "Well," she said in a low, sexy voice, "now that we've concluded the business portion of our meeting, shall we adjourn to someplace cozier for the recreational component?"

My mouth was suddenly dry and I had to take a sip of water before I could speak. "No," I said, "tonight is just supposed to be a get-acquainted session."

She gave me a crooked little smile. "You don't find me attractive?"

"Oh, gosh, no," I stammered, "I mean yes. I mean it's not that. It's just I'm trying to keep focused on what we're planning to do here, and it would be better for me not to get involved with you that way, don't you see? But I do have the extra for you." With that I slid an envelope across the table to her. I'd stuffed a number of large bills in it earlier.

She solemnly picked it up and it disappeared into her purse. Then she changed her posture again and her sexual side seemed to recede. "I think maybe I do understand, Michael." She tilted her head slightly to look at me. "You're a very interesting man. I think I'm going to enjoy our little adventure together."

With that she rose and left, while I remained seated in the booth. For some reason I felt wrung out. "That is some woman!" I thought.

We'd planned for Phase I of Operation Honey Trap to commence on Saturday shortly after the lunch hour. The temperature was already heating up in Atlanta, and I figured there would be a large crowd at the pool at Eden Pointe.

I was a bit nervous about whether Rhiannon would show up, but shortly after noon a BMW Z4 pulled into my driveway. She came to my door carrying a small bag, and when I raised my eyebrows, she said, "My swimwear."

She looked around and smiled. "So this is suburbia. Do you like it here?"

I scowled. "I did until recently."

She patted my cheek. "We're going to fix that."

We separated at the clubhouse to go to the locker rooms to change into our suits. As we'd agreed, I came out first and found two lounge chairs beside a table with an umbrella. No sooner had I made myself comfortable than I spotted big Frank Calhoun making his way toward me.

"Well, Michael," he boomed out, "I'm surprised to see you at the pool today. I would have thought you'd be taking a lesson from the pro, trying to improve your tennis game."

I knew he was trying to bait me, but I answered him evenhandedly. "Nope, today my girlfriend and I are going to enjoy the pool and get a little sun."

Frank wasn't going to let me off that easily. "Oh, you have a girlfriend now? I'd like to meet her."

By now our conversation had drawn the attention of the people within earshot. That was fine with me.

"Well you're in luck, Frank. Here she comes now," I said, pointing to the door to the women's locker room.

Oh my gosh! A hush fell over the club members as Rhiannon approached us. I had expected her to wear a bikini, but to my surprise she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit. But somehow it was far more enticing. It was made out of some kind of silvery material that captured and reflected the sun, commanding the attention of every man and woman in sight. I heard a clicking sound and realized she was wearing stiletto-heeled slippers. They made her calves, thighs and butt look absolutely amazing.

As she drew closer to us, I wrenched my eyes from her legs back to her suit. It looked different somehow, and then I realized that it had to be made from the thinnest material I had ever seen. It absolutely molded itself to every contour of her body, and, as I looked closer, it was obvious that the suit was totally unlined. It looked as though it was painted onto her body.

She came up to me and linked her arm in mine, pressing her breasts against my bicep and kissing me on the cheek. "Oh, good, honey" she cooed, "you've gotten a place for us." Then she turned to Frank. "Who's your friend, Michael?"

I glanced at Frank, and saw to my amusement that his mouth was hanging open as he stared at the vision in front of him. "Rhiannon," I said, "I'd like you to meet Frank. Frank, this is my girlfriend Rhiannon."

His mouth snapped shut and he quickly reached out to shake hands with her. "Welcome to Eden Pointe," he said rather grandly. "If there's anything I can do to assist you, please don't hesitate to ask."

Rhiannon smiled prettily. "Oh, how nice!" She turned to me and said coyly, "Is everyone here as nice as Frank?"

I replied drily, "No, Frank is unique."

She smiled at him again. "Well, thank you so much for making me feel right at home."

When he just stood there, she looked down with a smile. "You can let go of my hand now."

"Oh!" he said in embarrassment. "Well, I have to get going. I hope I see more of you, Rhiannon. Um, I mean, I hope I see you around again." With that he turned away awkwardly and returned to the other side of the pool, repeatedly glancing over his shoulder as he went. I glanced in that direction and spotted Melanie sitting there with her arms crossed. She didn't look happy.

Rhiannon and I settled back in our lounge chairs. She took my hand and pulled me closer so she could whisper in my ear. "I thought that went rather well."

I squeezed her hand. "You were perfect," I assured her. She smiled and gave me quick kiss on the lips. I know she meant it in a friendly way, but I could still feel her lips fifteen minutes later.

Then she stretched out face down on the lounge chair. "Put some sun tan lotion on me, would you Michael?" As I happily complied, I was sure I heard masculine groans from nearby.

Over the next couple of hours, I think everyone who was at the pool that day made it a point to stroll by us to get a glimpse of my new girlfriend. I know for sure that everyone on my men's team came by, and after exchanging a few jovial words I made it a point to introduce them to Rhiannon. She was gracious to every one of them, chatting easily as though they were old friends.

At one point I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You should have gone into politics." She just smiled and winked at me. "In my line of work I'm only one step away." I guffawed.

When things quieted down, she leaned over to me again. "Which one is she?" I knew exactly whom she meant, and I pointed Melanie out to her on the other side of the pool.

"Good," she said, "leave this to me."

She slipped on her high-heeled mules and clip-clopped over to Melanie's side of the pool. Bending over at the waist facing the pool, she slipped the shoes off her feet and then executed a graceful dive into the shallow water. When she surfaced, she bowed her head forward, and then quickly flipped it back so that her hair made a graceful arc over her head, spraying water in a fan shape into the air. I was in awe: I'd seen that move in advertisements before, but never in real life. It was stunning.

Then in a single motion Rhiannon gracefully pushed herself out of the water and onto the deck. As she stood there facing Melanie with the water running down her body, she reached up to push her hair back, emphasizing her breasts in the process. Then she slipped the mules back on her feet, adding four inches to her height, and walked back to where I was staring.

I reluctantly shifted my view away from Rhiannon to look at Melanie. She was glaring angrily at me. Then she turned and spoke sharply to Frank before grabbing her things and heading for the exit. He tagged along behind her, once again looking over his shoulder at Rhiannon.

She gracefully settled herself in the lounge chair with her eyes closed. I could just hear her murmur, "Mission accomplished."

Only one bad thing happened while we were there. As we were getting ready to leave, I looked up to see Penny walking in my direction. "Oh, shit," I thought, "I forgot all about Penny's women's team playing today. What am I going to tell her?"

"Hi, Michael, I'm so glad to see you out again. Maybe we can get together and play some more . . ." She stopped abruptly as Rhiannon stood up and grasped my arm. "Oh," Penny said in surprise, "who's this?"

"Um, this is Rhiannon, my date," I said awkwardly.

Penny blinked and looked in silence at Rhiannon for a moment. Then she stuck out her hand. "I'm Penny," she said. "It's nice to meet you." She turned back to me. "Um, I've got to get cleaned up. I'm pretty grimy after our match today. See you around, Michael." Then she turned and scurried away before I could think of anything to say.

"Who was that?" Rhiannon asked curiously.

"That was Penny Pennington," I told her. "She's my partner for mixed doubles."

"Interesting," was her response.

I mentally kicked myself for not having planned in advance how to deal with Penny. I didn't want to risk revealing my plan, but I didn't want Penny to get the wrong idea. Damn!

Shortly after that, Rhiannon and I decided to call it a day. I felt like we'd accomplished everything we wanted to do today. As we left the pool area, I swear I heard the level of conversation pick up noticeably.

When we got back to my house, I let Rhiannon use my shower while I dried off and thought about the afternoon. Except for my unexpected encounter with Penny, everything had gone even better than I could have hoped. I'd showed Melanie that I wasn't going to sit around and mourn her desertion for the rest of my life. More than that, I'd showed her that not only was she replaceable, but in fact I had upgraded pretty dramatically. "Let her stew on that for a while," I thought triumphantly.

"So how do you think it went?" I heard a voice ask from behind me. I turned to see Rhiannon standing there wrapped in a bath towel. "You were perfect!" I responded enthusiastically. "You were everything I'd hoped for and more."

She did something with her fingers and suddenly the towel slipped to her feet. "Would you like to celebrate?" she asked coyly.

For a moment I stood there, unable to breathe. Everything about her was absolutely perfect. Her breasts sat high and proud on her chest, not huge but perfectly proportionate to her frame. Surprisingly, her areola and nipples were pink, not brown. There was not an ounce of fat on her; instead, her abdominal muscles were well developed and inevitably drew my eyes down to her Mound of Venus, which was smooth and totally bare. From there, her legs seemed to stretch on forever, strong and perfectly formed.

I gasped and realized I'd been holding my breath. Steeling myself, I stepped over to her, bent down and handed her the towel she dropped. "I'm sorry, Rhiannon. It's just not the right time."

She smiled. "Okay, I was just checking." She dbangd the towel over her shoulder and padded away from me. Oh my, I hadn't gotten a look at her ass before!

When she came back out, she was dressed and her bag was packed. I handed her a sealed envelope. "Thank you," I said fervently. "Today was exactly what I wanted."

She cocked her head again in that funny way she had and looked at me. "Do you want to get back with Melanie?" she asked suddenly.

I flinched. "No!" I said vehemently. "That wasn't some one-time error in judgment or loss of control. She deliberately tossed me away like some piece of trash she didn't need any more. I would never have her back under any circumstances!"

"That's what I thought," she said, "but I just wondered. Anyway, are we still on for next week?"

"Oh, absolutely," I said with a big grin.

During the week I made it a point to go to tennis practice at the club. I wanted everyone to know that I was done hiding. "Glad you're back and have come out swinging," our team captain told me. My team members greeted me with slaps on the back and broad winks. Behind my back I heard someone say, "Lucky son of a bitch!" I smiled. I knew what kind of an impression Rhiannon could make.

A couple of days later I came back to the courts for mixed doubles practice, but I couldn't find Penny anywhere. Our captain told me she'd phoned in sick. When I got home after practice, I called her right away. "Are you okay, Penny?" I asked. "It's not like you to be sick."

"Oh, it's nothing serious, probably just a little bug going around."

"Can I get you anything?" I asked. "I'd be glad to bring it over to you."

"No!" she said sharply. "I mean, thanks but I don't really need anything. Anyway, it would be better if you stayed away. I don't want you to catch whatever I've got."

"Well, okay," I said hesitantly, "but if you start feeling worse, give me a call right away. I'm concerned about you."

She gave me a vague promise and then said she needed to rest, so I let her go. I wasn't happy about it. Penny was always so healthy and vital that it disturbed me to think anything might be wrong with her. "And our little run-in at the pool last Saturday probably didn't help any," I thought. I still felt like I couldn't tell her about my honey trap for fear of screwing things up, but I just hated to have Penny get the wrong impression. "Hopefully she'll forgive me after it's all over," I thought.

The next step in my plan was scheduled for that weekend. The club was having a potluck dinner and Rhiannon and I were planning to make an appearance. When she arrived at my house, she was dressed very differently from our last outing.

"Wow, you look like you just walked out of a fashion magazine!" I said as I stared at her.

She was wearing a casual outfit consisting of some kind of skirt, casual jacket and blouse. But although it sounded ordinary, the fabrics, the style and the accessories all screamed high fashion.

She curtseyed like a little girl. "Thank you, kind sir. Actually, Nordstrom's just got these in," she said, "but don't worry if you're not familiar with the labels. Tonight my primary target is the ladies, and one lady in particular."

"Well, I can't speak for the wives, but I think you're still going to have quite an impact on the men," I told her sincerely.

As we pulled into the parking lot in front of the clubhouse, Rhiannon turned to me and said, "We need to change our tactics a little tonight. We need to split up and mingle with the people here. That will let me do what I need to do."

"Sounds good to me," I told her.

When we walked onto the patio area where the supper was being held, I could tell immediately that we'd both been right. Once again, most of the men just openly stared as Rhiannon walked by. The wives were a bit more subtle, but I heard more than one comment about Rhiannon's outfit that evening. Several of the bolder women made a point of asking her where she'd found her clothes, and Rhiannon was soon cheerfully exchanging shopping tips with them.

After a bit of mingling, she and I got back together to eat. "Having any luck?" I asked her quietly.

"Oh, I've been a very busy girl," she said seriously. "I've learned ever so much about what the wives think about the situation with you, Melanie and Frank. More importantly, I've been making life miserable for your ex. I've also been flirting pretty heavily with her fiancé, and she didn't like that one bit."

I just grinned. It was obvious that Rhiannon knew exactly which buttons to push.

I was chatting with one of my team mates when Melanie walked by and motioned to me. Curious, I followed her to see what she wanted. When she turned to face me, I could see that her face was red with anger. "Well it looks like you've wasted no time getting back into the dating game," she said huffily.

"I didn't realize there was a mandatory waiting period," I said sarcastically.

"Yeah? Well it looks to me like you're way out of your league with that one, Michael. Where the hell did you find her? I never met her when we were married."

"I met her through work," I said blandly.

"Well I'd watch out if I were you. She looks like a lot more than you can handle."

I couldn't resist. "You're wrong about that, Melanie, I handle her every chance I get."

"Is that so?" she said hotly. "Well you'd better keep her away from Frank!" And with that she stormed off.

I smiled to myself. Everything was going exactly the way I'd hoped.

Just then I caught sight of Penny carrying a tray of food. I knew she was on the entertainment committee but I hadn't known if she'd be feeling well enough to come tonight. I rushed over and grabbed her arm. She flushed when she saw me.

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[Blue Bull]

"I'm so glad you're feeling better," I told her. "You should have called me to let me know you felt well enough to come tonight."

"I guess I wasn't sure until the last minute, Michael. Besides, I figured you'd be here with your new girlfriend, and I didn't want to bother you."

Just then, Rhiannon walked by, laughing and talking with one of my teammates. "And I see that I was right," Penny went on with a scowl on her face.

She started to walk away, but I grabbed her arm again. "Wait, Penny, we need to talk about our next match."

She hesitated and then apparently made a decision. "About that, Michael, things have gotten really busy for me lately, and, well, I've decided to drop mixed doubles and just focus on the women's team."

I was shocked. "You can't do that, Penny," I blurted out. "You're my partner. Who will I find to play with?"

Penny looked over my shoulder, and when I looked around, I saw Rhiannon standing there. "You'll find somebody, Michael," Penny said. "Now, please let me go. I need to get this food out." When I released her arm she darted away.

Rhiannon took my hand and walked with me toward a vacant table. Once we were seated, she leaned over and whispered, "Just so you know, that girl is in love with you."

"What! No, that's crazy, she's my tennis partner. She was in Melanie's Pilates course."

"And if I'm not mistaken," Rhiannon went on, ignoring me, "you might just be a little in love with her, too."

"No," I protested. "You're way off base on that. She's just a good friend."

"Maybe," she said skeptically. "In any case, I think we've done all we can for tonight, so let's get out of here."

When we got back to my house, I asked Rhiannon to fill me in on what had transpired with Melanie and Frank. She gave me a smug little smile. "I wandered over to where they had their food laid out and sampled it, making complimentary remarks. Melanie obviously didn't appreciate my being there, but there wasn't much she could say. Then I told her how much I liked her outfit, and she was forced to return the compliment. That gave me a chance to tell her where I bought it. I could tell she recognized the clothes and knew how much the outfit must have cost. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were almost green with envy."

"That sounds like Melanie," I said. "She's definitely into fashion, and prides herself on her taste in clothing."

"Just then," Rhiannon continued, "one of the other ladies asked Melanie for her help in the kitchen, and though she didn't want to, she had to leave me alone with Frank. Once she was gone, I reached over and tried another sample of their dish."

As she spoke, Rhiannon re-enacted what she had done. She bent over at the waist and her blouse fell away, revealing her ample breasts barely restrained by a flimsy bra. Then she made a little scooping motion with her finger, stuck it in her mouth and, staring at me all the while, sucked on it so lasciviously that I could feel the heat.

She straightened up and grinned at me, clearly aware of the impact she'd made. "Once I had Frank's attention, I began to flirt with him in earnest. I asked him if he'd played football, and that gave him a chance to boast a little. While he was doing that, I reached over and rubbed his chest. I commented on how much bigger he is than you, and I told him I liked big men." She snickered. "I thought he was going to come right there at the table."

"Wow!" I said. "No wonder Melanie was so hostile!"

"I do what I can," she said with obvious false modesty.

"And I can't believe that Frank would believe you were coming on to him," I added.

She laughed derisively. "Guys like Frank are so full of themselves that it would never occur to them to question a woman's interest. What's so ironic is that they're usually the worst lovers."

I had to grin at that. If what Rhiannon said was true, it would serve Melanie right.

I handed her her envelope. "Do you think we're ready for the next stage?" I asked her.

"Definitely. Your club's dance will be perfect for what we've got planned." Then she turned and headed for the front door.

"What? No attempted seduction tonight?" I asked her with a smile.

She grinned back at me over her shoulder. "I wouldn't think of it." Then she turned and gave a little twitch of her hips that sent a jolt through my loins.

After she'd gone, I opened a can of beer and sat down to think about what was happening. On the one hand, I felt really good about how well the honey trap was working. Even though Melanie didn't want me anymore, I knew that she was less than happy about how quickly I'd found someone to replace her, and even more discomfited because her replacement was way hotter than Melanie would ever be.

All that was really gratifying, yet I couldn't help feeling down about the situation with Penny. "Could Rhiannon have been right?" I wondered. "Could I really have feelings for Penny?" I'd liked her right from the first time Melanie had introduced us. Likewise, I'd found her attractive: slim, athletic and graceful, with an engaging, outgoing personality. But I'd always been careful to keep our relationship strictly as friends and tennis partners because of Melanie. And I'd been sure that that was the way Penny wanted it too, especially while she was getting over the loss of her husband.

I thought about what Rhiannon had said about Penny. That couldn't be true, could it? If Penny was interested in me, why was she avoiding me like the plague? And why did that bother me so much? For that matter, why had I repeatedly turned down the hottest woman I was likely ever to meet in my life? Could my feelings for Penny be a part of that?

Finally I gave up and went to bed. I didn't know the answers to my questions, and even if I had, I still wouldn't have known what to do about them. I decided that the best thing for me was to stay the course, keeping focused on the plan I'd set in motion.

The annual spring dance at the club was a popular event that always drew a large crowd. The ladies used the dance as an occasion to dress up, and the men grudgingly wore their sports coat; some even donned ties. I was counting on Frank and Marlene to make an appearance.

I'd clued Rhiannon in on what to expect, and I was curious to see what she'd be wearing for the climax of our plan tonight. So I was surprised and disappointed to see her get out of her car wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Admittedly, they were the tightest jeans I'd ever seen on a woman and the t-shirt clung lewdly to her bra-less breasts, but I had still expected something different.

My face must have given me away because she patted it as she brushed by me. "You didn't think I was going to risk my dress driving over here, did you? Just let me use your bedroom for a little while and then I'll be ready to go."

I had already put on my sports coat and slacks, so I puttered around impatiently in the den while she got dressed. "Damn," I chuckled to myself, "it's almost like we're an old married couple."

After a few minutes, her voice came floating out to me. "Michael, can you come in here? I need your help with something."

I walked back and opened the door to the bedroom. Oh my Lord! Rhiannon was standing there in the sexiest underwear I'd ever seen. Her strapless bra and panties were a matching chocolate brown accented by an off-white lace trim that served to draw attention to the curve of her breasts and the sensuous vee between her legs. Her stockings were the same deep brown color, and they were held up by a garter belt that drew further attention to her most intimate parts.

She made a half step in her stilettos and twirled around to reveal that her panties were actually a thong that revealed the full cheeks of her ass.

She turned back to face me. "Will I do?" she asked with a little smile.

I couldn't help myself -- I took a step toward her. But she stopped me with a smile and an upraised hand. "No, no, not now. I can't afford to have you mess this up. So now that I have your approval, get out of here and let me put my dress on."

I think I staggered walking back out to the den.

A few minutes later she emerged. This time she was wearing a strapless dress that was the same off-white color as the trim on her lingerie. The color contrasted perfectly with her hair. As she walked across the floor, I realized that the dress must have been custom made for her because the fabric seemed to flow over her limbs like water. I could clearly see the definition of her thighs with every step, and when she turned, her buttocks flexed in clear detail. The slit in the side of the dress came up to just below her stocking top, and when she stood the right way, her perfect leg was revealed to devastating effect. Of course it didn't help my blood pressure that I knew exactly what she wearing underneath her gown.

I swallowed hard. "I think you may cause some heart attacks tonight," I told her, and I wasn't being facetious.

She simply smiled at me and extended her arm so that I could escort her out the door.

For the dance, the patio area at the club had been cleared and paper lanterns had been strung overhead. It was kind of cheesy, but I found myself enjoying the effect of the soft light and tinkling music. Rhiannon slipped into my arms to dance, and I was not surprised to find that she was a far better dancer than I. As we moved together, she rested her head on my shoulder, and at that moment I decided I didn't care if she was a working girl. I just enjoyed the feeling of her body against mine and the pleasure of her company.

She raised her head and pulled back far enough to look at me. "You know, this suburban living isn't so bad. A girl could get used to it."

Before I could respond, she stiffened. "Uh-oh, battle stations!"

I turned in time to see Frank Calhoun headed our way, dragging an obviously reluctant Melanie with him. "Hello, Rhiannon, hello, Michael," he boomed out. "So glad you decided to join us this evening. How about switching partners for a dance or two?"

When I acceded, he whirled Rhiannon away, leaving me and an obviously uncomfortable Melanie standing there. I held out my arms to her. "Care for a dance, for old times' sake?"

She reluctantly agreed, and as a new song started to play, I began to dance with her. It was an interesting experience: I'd loved this woman and been married to her for ten years. Yet after what had happened, the only thing left in me was an intense desire to make her feel what she'd done to me.

"So was our marriage really that bad?" I asked.

She sighed. "No, Michael, it wasn't like that at all. We had some good years and some good times. But then things settled down into a routine, and after a while I just didn't feel very excited about our relationship any more. When Frank came along and made it so obvious how much he wanted me, I just got swept up in it all. I really fell hard, Michael. It felt just like when I was back in college."

She looked up at me. "I didn't want to hurt you, Michael, but I had to do what was right for me. Can you understand that?"

"I understand," I said bitterly, "you decided to trade up."

"I didn't mean it like that," she said defensively.

"That's okay," I said, "I've traded up too."

She winced, remembering who I was dating now, and I felt a measure of gratification. If everything went right later, that was only going to get better.

I looked up to see Frank and Rhiannon walking toward us arm in arm. "Here's your date back, Michael," Frank said with a little smirk. "Have a nice night." Then he walked away with Melanie struggling to catch up.

Rhiannon and I resumed dancing. "How did it go?" I whispered in her ear.

I could almost hear the grin in her voice. "The hook is well and truly set," she said. "He's convinced that I've got the hots for him. He's going to make some excuse to Melanie and we're going to meet back at the clubhouse after everyone has left."

"I'm just a little nervous about that part. The timing is going to have to be perfect," I told her.

"You just leave that to me. Women know all about such things." Then she licked my ear and I shuddered helplessly.

As the night went on, I noticed that the people were beginning to thin out pretty quickly. I guess I must have been looking around, because Rhiannon caught me. "Sorry, Michael," she said. "I don't think Penny came tonight."

"Am I that transparent?" I asked her.

"Like glass," she said with a little smile.

When we got back to my house, I reached in my pocket and handed Rhiannon another envelope. "I may not get a chance to give you this later," I told her, "and I wanted to make sure you got it OK."

She took it almost reluctantly, I thought. She looked at me for a moment, and then her face changed. The sexual goddess somehow disappeared, leaving a real, albeit still beautiful woman. "This has been the most unusual assignment I've ever had," she said, "and you're unlike any client I've ever had. It's been a little frustrating at times" – I blushed – "but I've thoroughly enjoyed it."

I took both her hands in mine. "When I set out to get revenge, I knew I needed someone with remarkable attributes," I replied. "But I never expected I would find someone like you, and I'll never forget you."

I stepped forward suddenly and kissed her on the lips. She held it for a few seconds, and then stepped back abruptly. She blinked her eyes rapidly several times and then said hastily, "Mustn't mess up my lipstick."

Then she glanced down at the jewel-encrusted watch around her wrist and added, "It's almost time; we need to get going. Give me exactly thirty minutes." With that, she went out the door, got in her car and drove away.

I stood there for a minute and then made a decision. Rhiannon and I hadn't talked about this and I hoped I didn't screw everything up, but I had to take that risk. I pulled out my cellphone.

She must have recognized my number. "Michael, why are you calling at this hour?"

"Penny, I'm about to ask you the biggest favor of my life. Please, please, don't ask any questions. Just meet me at the clubhouse in thirty minutes."

"What's going on, Michael? What's this all about?"

"Please, Penny," I begged, "I don't have time to explain. Please trust me. Just come in thirty minutes. I'm sorry, I have to go now." I hung up.

As I set out walking toward the clubhouse, I wondered if she'd come. It was a slim chance, but I figured it was the only chance I had.

When I reached the parking lot, there were two cars parked there. I pulled out my cellphone again and made another call.

"Frank?" came Melanie's angry voice through the phone, "where are you?"

"It's not Frank," I said, "it's Michael."

"Michael! What do you want, and why are you calling so late?" she demanded.

"I'm calling because I know where Frank is. He's with Rhiannon."

"What!" she shrieked. "Where are they?"

"Listen," I said, "just meet me at the clubhouse as fast as you can." Then I hung up.

Frank's house was several blocks away from the clubhouse, but she must have sprinted because I soon spotted her running through someone's back yard. I intercepted her before she reached the clubhouse.

"Where is he?" she raged.

"Quiet!" I commanded, grabbing her wrist. "You've got to be quiet so we can catch them."

I led her to the door to the clubhouse, which was unlocked, and we stepped across the threshold on tiptoes. As we walked into the lounge, we could hear murmurs and the rustling of clothing. By the dim light filtering through the windows I could see Melanie's eyes grow wide. Quickly I put my hand over her mouth to keep her silent, and then pointed to the light switch on the wall. She nodded her understanding and we tiptoed over to it. I flipped on the switch and the room was instantly flooded with light.

With a startled yell, Frank tried to spring up, but with his pants around his knees he tripped and fell on the floor. He scrambled to his feet again, frantically pulling his pants up.

Behind him, Rhiannon sprang up from where she'd been lying on the couch. Her dress was dbangd over the back of the sofa, and as she arose, she pulled her bra back over her exposed breast. She stood there dressed only in her outrageous underwear, and there could be no doubt in anyone's mind what had been going on.

I had to hold Melanie back as she began to scream at Frank. "You bastard, how could you do this to me? We're supposed to get married!"

Rhiannon clung to Frank's arm, cowering behind him in the face of Melanie's wrath. Now that he had his pants on, Frank's confidence returned. He glanced boldly at me and then turned to Rhiannon and asked her, "What do you want to do now, baby?"

"Oh, Frank," she replied in a little girl's voice, "I just want to be with you." As she clung tightly to him, he put his arm around her protectively. Then he turned back to face us. Despite Melanie's distress, his first words were addressed to me.

"Well, Michael, it looks like you've lost another woman."

I didn't say a word, but Melanie shrieked. "What about us, Frank? What about us?"

The big man turned to her. "Listen, Melanie, we had a good thing for a while, but it would never have lasted. Now I've found someone better and I'm going to be devoting all my time to her."

He glanced back at Rhiannon and then turned to Melanie. "You can't blame a guy for wanting to trade up, can you?"

Even in her pain and anger, Melanie couldn't help but glance guiltily at me when she heard those words.

Rhiannon turned around and deftly slipped on her dress. Then she turned back and put her arms around Frank's neck. He bent over and kissed her. "Come on, baby, let's get out of here," he said, tugging her toward the door.

"You go ahead, Frank," she said, "I have a few things I need to say to Michael. Besides I don't want to leave my car here. Look, meet me at this bar." She reached into her purse, pulled out a slip of paper and hastily wrote down an address. "I'll be right behind you, honey," she added, stroking the front of his pants and giving him a passionate kiss.

He looked at her doubtfully. "Are you sure you're going to be OK?" He asked.

"I'm sure, honey. Michael won't hurt me; he's not that kind of guy."

"Yeah," Frank chuckled, "I guess you're right." With that he headed out the door, and we heard him drive away.

While our attention was on Frank, Melanie managed to wriggle out of my grasp. She screamed, "You bitch!" and ran at Rhiannon with her claws extended. Instead of flinching, Rhiannon calmly stood her ground. When Melanie reached her, Rhiannon took a quick step to the side, grabbed one Melanie's outstretched arms and fluidly twisted it behind her back.

She winked at me. "I knew that self-defense class would come in handy." When Melanie continued to struggle, Rhiannon told her harshly, "If you don't calm down, I'll be forced to dislocate your shoulder."

Melanie stopped fighting and Rhiannon pushed her away to face her. "Listen, Melanie, there are a few things you need to know," she said. "I could care less about your Neanderthal ex-fiancé, and I have absolutely no intention of joining him at the bar where he's headed."

Melanie was dumbfounded. "But, but why . . .?"

"Why did I seduce him? Because that's my profession: I'm a paid escort. I've been with dozens of guys like Frank. They all think they're God's gift to women, and they're always on the lookout for the next piece of ass. Do you think he loved you? The only thing he really loved was the chance to finally beat Michael at something. I'm sure he loved screwing you, but he loved screwing Michael over even more. So Michael hired me to get a little payback from Frank, and at the same time to show you how it feels when a lover is unfaithful. It hurts, doesn't it?"

Melanie screamed at that, and then lunged for me. But before I could react, a figure flashed in front of me and shouldered Melanie off her feet. She sprawled awkwardly on the floor. Penny stood over her with her hands clenched. "You deserve that, Melanie. After what you did to Michael, you deserve a lot more." Melanie just lay there and began to sob. It looked to me like her feelings were hurt more than her body.

Penny turned to face me, and I saw that tears were running down her face. "Is that really true?" she asked me. "Is she really not your girlfriend?"

"No," I told her solemnly, "she was my partner in the honey trap we set for Frank and Melanie, but nothing more."

"But she's so beautiful," Penny protested. "I could never compete with someone like her."

Rhiannon walked over and put her hands on Penny's shoulders. "You silly girl, I was the one who never had a chance. He only had eyes for you."

Penny looked over at me again. "You mean you never even . . ."

Rhiannon interceded again. "No, Penny, he never did. I could never get his mind off you long enough to get his hands on me. And believe me, I gave him the opportunity."

Penny didn't say anything, but she looked at me with shining eyes.

Rhiannon grinned at us both. "I think it's time I got out of here. I've had harder assignments than this, but somehow this one has worn me out."

At that moment, Melanie picked herself up off the floor. "What about me? Where do I go? I can't go back to Frank's house, not after what's happened."

Penny looked at her thoughtfully. "I don't know what you're going to do tomorrow, but you can sleep at my house tonight. I'm going to go home with Michael." With that she kissed me soundly. I took her hand and decided not to let it go.

But something was bugging me, and I turned back to Rhiannon. "What about Frank? Where did you send him anyway?"

She laughed. "That was the address of a gay bar I know. I wonder how long he'll stay there before he realizes I'm not coming?"

Then her face lost its smile and she looked at me intently. "Good luck, Michael. You're a special man, and I won't forget you." She leaned forward and gave me a gentle kiss. I felt Penny grip my hand even tighter.

Then Rhiannon turned to Penny, and her face assumed a fierce expression. "You treat him right, you understand me? If I ever hear you haven't, I'll come back, and this time I won't take no for an answer."

The fierce expression left her face, to be replaced by a look I later realized was sadness. She reached out and patted my cheek. "But I don't think I'm going to get that lucky."

Then she reached into her purse and stuffed something in my hand. "Goodbye," she said, and then turned and walked out the door, her hips swiveling magnificently. I looked down at my hand. It held four unopened envelopes.

== ==

[Blue Bull]

A Love Story
(A love story about overcoming complex odds...)
Category: Romance
By: MohanSingh

I was walking back from the hospital to my apartment. I had recently qualified as a doctor and now I was working all hours of the day.

It is every parents dream that their child becomes a doctor but they never think of the work that goes into being a doctor. There was a routine that came with people working 9-5 but being a doctor meant working crazy hours.

I had just finished a 20 hour shift and I was walking to my apartment which was a couple of blocks away from the hospital. As I walked along the dark streets lit by street lamps I had this unnerving sense that I was being followed. My body was telling me something was not right but every time I looked around I saw nothing out of the ordinary.

The night was filled with extraordinary highs and heartbreaking lows. I had saved the life of a man that was bleeding out from a gunshot wound. Saving a life is the ultimate win for a doctor but it soon becomes just part of the job. Tonight a patient came in suffering from a heart attack. I tried everything but unfortunately his frail condition meant there was nothing more I could do. The heartbreaking part is talking to the families and breaking the news.

As I reached my apartment that unnerving feeling did not leave me. I finally got into bed and I rolled around just feeling the sheets and the comfort of the bed. After a long shift there was nothing better than this. I had to be up in 8 hours as my next shift started before I could really relax. There were days where I did not even get time to eat as I was constantly doing rounds.

The next few days I had that similar feeling that someone was following me. I was talking to Imran who was the Senior Consultant and he said, "Sangheeta you really should buy a car. The hospital is where we work but it is not a nice part of town."

He was my senior and he was guiding me through on my journey. He had climbed up quickly and I only estimated he was late 20's or early 30's. I thought about buying a car but I did not like spending money on myself as I was sending money back to my mother in India. My mother was a widow and our father had left us penniless. My mother had sold her jeweler and property to send me to study abroad so I would not have to live her life. I have ever since been sending her money to try and repay her.

On my next shift Imran asked me if I had bought a car but I told him, "I cannot afford to spend money on luxuries. My mother is not well and I need to send whatever money I make to look after. She sacrificed a lot for me. Selling anything she could to send me to study. Now I must pay her back."

I was getting emotional and he put his hand on my shoulder, "What about your father?"

I told him, "I never met my father. He died before I was born."

He squeezed my shoulder and pulled me into a much needed embrace. I struggled to connect with people and my long hours meant I could not socialize much or meet friends. My social life was orientated around work and it was the only place I interacted with people.

I was sharing the apartment with Ashanti but I rarely saw her as we lived separate lives. She was a lawyer and had a regular routine but I worked at all hours of the day.

I had that same feeling on my walk home of being followed but I could not see anyone and I put it down to my own paranoia. It still made me feel uneasy and I called my mother to try and distract myself. It was always difficult to call my mother due to the time difference and I would try to make time on the way back from work or during a break.

The next day at work I was watching over a patient with a broken arm when Imran called me into his office. We had a friendly relationship but he was also my supervisor and there was always a concern that he may have an issue with my work. He said, "I have beam thinking of what you said yesterday and I want to help you. It is just a small gesture."

He slid across his desk a set of car keys. I looked at him a little confused, "What is this?"

He seemed concerned, "I don't want you to feel unsafe working here. It is nothing special. Just something to get you home and to work."

I was never one to accept charity, "I cannot take this. I just feel uncomfortable with such a gift."

He put his hand over mine and said, "Sangheeta, I am not some stranger, you are my friend and I want to look after you."

I knew I should not accept as I was taking advantage of his generosity but I had been feeling unsafe recently and reluctantly agreed, "Thank you so much. I promise I will pay you back once I qualify."

Imran showed me how the car works as it was slightly different to the car I had trained on. I felt a lot more comfortable driving around and it also saved me a lot of time that I spent walking or waiting for a bus.

Shanti asked me about the car, "Are you driving a car now? You never told me."

I did not think of it being a big deal, "A friend gave it to me at work after I told him about my troubles getting to and from work."

Shanti seemed concerned, "A friend? That is $20,000 car. No friend simply buys a car that expensive. Are you dating someone?"

She joined me on the couch as she came in from the open plan kitchen. I was shocked at the cost, "I did not know the cost. It was Imran. We are just friends and he is my supervisor."

Shanti looked worried and went into overprotective mode, "No one gives a gift that expensive without expecting something in return. You are free Friday night right? I want to meet this Imran and understand his intentions."

I had a rare Friday off, "I am free this Friday but Imran is just nice."

She slapped my leg and said, "That is final. Invite him to a party on Friday and I will invite some friends."

The next day at work I asked Imran, "You did not tell me the car was so expensive. I feel so silly that the car is so expensive."

He seemed oblivious that the cost would be an issue, "It was my spare car. I am sorry I did not think about the price. I had a spare car and you needed a car. I can be silly sometimes and not think about money in the same way as others."

I would never be able to pay that, "I can never pay back that amount to you. I don't want to keep it."

He came around and put his hand on my arm, "I don't want you to pay me for it. Keep it for as long as you need it. Return it when you don't need it and you buy your own. Friends help each other and money should not be a problem between friends."

He was just being a friend and I was letting Shanti get into my head, "Ok. I am sorry for being silly. My flat mate is having a small party. I would like it if you also came as I will not have many friends there."

He agreed to come but he would be late as his shift finished in the evening. I said that would be fine and we would wait for him.

The party started at 8.00 but he turned up at 10.00 still in his scrubs. Shanti had invited a lot of her friends but they were all girls. I never felt comfortable around them and they were a bitchy crowd. But as Imran entered I saw their reaction and they all looked over asking the same or similar question;

"Who is he?" "Is he Shanti's new beau?" "A doctor. He can give me a checkup anytime." "Do they make doctors that hot?"

He was like a lamb coming into a den of lions but in the crowd he spotted me and waved at me. I felt slightly embarrassed as the girls turned their attention to me in a surprised and envious manner. I had never seen Imran in this way before and it made me see him for the first time as a desirable male partner.

Shanti came over and introduced him and gave me a little wink as she did so. She was clutching his bicep as she did so and I cringed inside. I had never seen Imran in any sexual way before and a part of me was confused why the girls found him so hot. He gave me a bemused smile as he shrugged his shoulders as to say what have you invited me to.

Shanti quickly dragged him to the kitchen as I mingled with the other girls. I could hear snippets of their conversation and the questions. She was interrogating him like he was on the witness stand;

"What are your intentions?" "Why did you buy her the car?" "What do your parents do?" "How old are you?" "Where are your parents from?"

He was being patient and seemed to answer all of her questions. I had to rescue him from Shanti; she could be a demon if she ever got you one on one. She always had to interrogate all of my friends.

I walked over to the kitchen, "Imran have you been offered a drink?"

He shook his head no. Almost too afraid to speak. I poured him a glass of wine and topped my own as I said, "Let me show you the rest of the apartment."

I took him away from Ashanti and I began to show him around. He said, "I am really sorry I did not change. I finished up late and before I knew it, it was already 10 and I rushed over not wanting to let you down."

As the girls seemed to be distracted I ducked into my room with him. We sat on the floor leaning against the bed, "Don't worry about that. You look nice. I am sorry about all this. Shanti wanted to meet you after you bought me the car. I told her it was so silly."

He laughed, "I thought she was writing my autobiography she asked me so many questions. I told her we are friends and I care about you. Which girls were your friends?"

I laughed at his little joke, "She can be intense but it is from a good place. I hope you were unscathed. They were all girls I met through Shanti. You were the only one I invited."

I was getting a little drunk as I had a few glasses of wine and I was leaning my head on his shoulder as I said, "I really like spending time with you."

I turned his face to face me and I felt him caress my cheek. Our eyes were locked and I felt this warmth radiate through me. I was waiting for him and he was waiting for me. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth and leaned in the final distance to kiss him. Our lips touched tenderly and that warm feeling began to grow inside me. Was this love?

I used my tongue to swirl his tongue as I felt something overtake me. An urgent need was overtaking me and I climbed on top of him feeling his hardness beneath me.

All of a sudden there was knocking on the door, "Sandra, the girls are leaving."

I was sick of people getting my name wrong so when I was in groups including white people I would always call myself Sandra.

Our kiss broke off due to the sudden intrusion and I climbed off Imran. I saw that the drinks had spilled over the floor in our intensity. Imran looked at me forlornly and I kissed him once more and ran my hands through his curly hair.

It was the first time I was seeing in this way and I was already in love with him.

We then got up, "Sorry Shanti. We are coming now."

Imran then looked at me with a smirk, "Sandra?"

We both burst out laughing and I tried to explain, "You know people cannot say names if it is more than 2 syllables."

He just shook his head and Shanti was standing at the door looking like a judgmental mother, "What have you two been doing?"

I knew Shanti would not approve after all that car business, "We were just having a quiet drink and talking about work."

She looked at me questioningly, "A party is not the place for a quiet drink."

Imran then interjected, "I have the early shift tomorrow. I need to get home and sober up."

He leaned in for a kiss but saw me give eyes to Shanti and he changed it to a hug. He also hugged Shanti and said, "See you soon."

After Imran and the girls had left Shanti began her inquisition and I told her we only had a quiet drink and that is when her forensic analysis began, "Why was the wine spilled on the floor? Don't think I didn't notice that his lips resembled a similar shade to yours by the end."

I rolled my eyes in exasperation, "Don't be a judgmental bitch. You always do this with boys I like. You make me feel guilty. We kissed and I wished we did more."

She looked at me with a sly smirk, "More?"

She knew how to get a rise out of me, "It is not like that. I don't know why I never saw it before. He is sweet and funny. We are on the same page with everything. He really cares about me also and I have never had that from a boy before."

She was then tapping away on her phone and shoved the screen in my face, "These are his parents."

It was an article about a ground breaking cardiovascular surgeon and his doctor wife. I looked at her slightly perplexed, "Why is that a bad thing?"

She looked up in annoyance, "Why do you think he has a spare car worth over $20,000 dollars and he handed it to you on a whim? They are multi millionaires if not even richer. You come from a lower middle class family at best in India. Do you think they will accept some village girl from India as their new daughter in law?"

She really liked to push my buttons, "I am not some village girl. I am a doctor or will be at the end of this year. Who is talking about marriage? We just kissed and I like him. You always talk this nonsense."

She was not backing down, "What about your mother? Do you think she will be happy for your to marry a '. boy?"

I was too angry at hearing this, "Just shut up. No more of this nonsense. I need to clean the wine from my room."

She looked at me with another smile at the mention of the spilt wine and I just walked away to get started. A few minutes later she joined me and began scrubbing the wine, "I am sorry. I worry about you. You know I do it because I care."

We just hugged it out as we usually did. It was not our first argument and it would not be our last, it was just her nature to question everything.

We cleaned up and I went to bed. Shanti could be a pessimistic but she also gave me some things to think about it. I was working on a different shift pattern all week and I did not see Imran until the following week as we worked the same shift. It was a busy night and I did not come across Imran. The night had slowed down and I was walking back to check the outstanding jobs when I felt someone pull me into an empty room.

I was initially startled and alarmed but when I looked up it was Imran. My senses were aroused already by his sudden accosting of me and upon seeing I had an instinctive reaction as all of a sudden all those emotions from the other night came flooding back. I hungrily kissed him as he lifted me with ease. It was the first time I realized how strong he was as he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around. I could feel his hardness press against my mound as I hungrily swallowed his tongue.

I had never needed anyone this much in my life. I had never felt this way about anyone before. His hands came under me and I felt him squeeze my ass as we intertwined our tongues. I was so hot and I had not taken a breath in minutes as our kissing intensified. He then took me to the bed and let me down gently as we broke our kiss. He pulled down my bottoms and began to kiss up my legs, I threw my head as I wondered if he was just teasing me or would he actually do it? I had never had a man between my legs in that way before. They only ever wanted sex and that was it.

I could feel his hot breath against my mound through my panties. I lurched forward in a hungry attempt to get more urgent contact. He pulled my panties to the side and I felt his hot wet tongue against my mound. I had to bite my hand to stop myself from moaning as his contact became more urgent and he began to kiss and suck on my folds. He was exploring me in a way no one had before and then I felt him direct his attention to my clit and he began to lick it gently.

My body began to involuntarily gyrate as my orgasm was coming ever closer. I could not make a sound as we could both be fired if we were discovered. He began to suck on my clit and I locked his head between my legs as I felt an orgasm overtake me. I let go and he massaged his neck as I worried I had injured him. But he seemed fine as he came up and kissed me. I hungrily kissed him back. He broke it off and said, "I don't know if it is too soon but I love you."

I felt something I had never felt before, "It isn't. I feel it too. I love you too."

We had to get back before we were discovered and we continued the shift as normal.

It was the end of my shift but before I finished I asked Imran, "Do you want to come to my place after work? Don't worry Shanti will not have any questions as she will be at work."

He smiled, "As long as there are no more questions."

As soon as we entered our apartment we tore each other's clothes off. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom as we left our clothes thrown all over the apartment. As soon as we got into bedroom he was on top of me kissing me but I stopped him, "You had your fun at the hospital. It is now my turn."

I turned him around so that I was on top of him. I could feel the contours of his muscles on his chest and abs and I felt an animal need inside me grow. How did I not notice such a beautiful man before?"

I began to kiss him but I soon began to kiss down his body savoring every moment. It was then that I found his hardness. I had only felt it through his scrubs before but now it was here before me and I could not help myself as I felt a need to please him. I had never done this before but I began to lick the head of his hardness. I could feel it sprout and grow as I took it into my mouth. I loved this new sensation and I loved I was having this reaction from him. I then began to lick the shaft up and down and licked all the way down to his testicles. I took them in to my mouth and gently suck on them as I brought myself back up and licked his hardness. I had made it all wet and soaked with my saliva when I climbed on top of him and I gently eased myself on it. It was a large size and I had never experienced one so big. I eased myself on to it and began to slowly rock gently back and forth as I tried to get my rhythm. Our eyes were locked and he mouthed, "I love you."

I began to build up my rhythm as I said, "Say it. I love hearing you say it."

He began to meet my rhythm with upwards thrusts as he said, "I love you Sangheeta. I have never felt this way before."

I found my rhythm and I was moving faster and faster on top of him. I pressed down on his chest for leverage as our love making intensified, "Oh Imran. I have never felt this love for someone before."

Our rhythm was in perfect sync and then I felt my orgasm within me like never before as I also felt him reach his climax. I lay on top of him and we shared a kiss as we both came down from our orgasms. I was playing with the hair on his chest as I asked, "Imran, how many relationships have you had before me?"

He gave me a smile as he said, "There have been other girls but I have never felt the way I do about you before. How about you?"

Would a number make me feel better? Was it enough to know I was special?

Shanti was in my head, "I have had two boyfriends in the past. One in India and one while I was studying here. What about you?"

His vague answer made me curious and I needed a number, "I had 3 relationships I would consider serious. One was a high college sweetheart, one in college but it was chaotic and one ended 6 months ago."

Why could he not just give me a number? What is serious and what is not serious?

I didn't want to seem like the crazy girlfriend. It was then I heard the door open to the apartment and I realized the time. I was so comfortable with Imran but now Shanti was back and she would see the evidence all over the apartment.

I quickly threw on a t shirt and panties and ran around the apartment picking up our clothes. I thought I had them all as Shanti walked in. She saw me with a bundle of clothes in my hands and had a smirk on her face, "Are you going to the Laundromat dressed like that?"

She could be such a bitch. She then walked over to the couch and said, "You missed a piece." She threw the pair of boxers that I missed at me.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

I gave her a scornful look, "It isn't what you think."

She had a wry smile, "It is exactly what I think and he is definitely better than your last two boyfriends. I mean Vijay the college dropout and Matthew "I want to try Indian" Smith are not really much competition. You have won the lottery now."

She was such a bitch but I still loved her, "Shut up. He is in the other room."

She enjoyed getting under my skin, "I will go to my room and let you get back to what you were doing."

I hated her so much but loved her at the same time. I went back to my room and Imran practically jumped on me before I could close the door. He began kissing and he had my shirt over my head in a matter of seconds.

He began to kiss my breasts and then he began to lick and suck on my nipples. He had me up against the door as his face was buried in my breasts. I loved the sensation and I only craved more. I was getting so turned on by this.

He then kissed down my body until he was on his knees. He lifted me on his shoulders and kissed me where I most wanted it. He was so good as tongue circled my clit. I covered my mouth with my hands not wanting Shanti to hear me but he lifted his hands and pulled my arms away. He wanted to hear me.

I tried to keep quiet but he began to suck on my clit and at that moment any attempts to stay quiet were lost and I could no longer control myself as I came so hard like never before. I knew for sure Shanti had heard me as we had joining rooms.

He then let me gain a standing position and turned me around. He began to kiss my shoulder and my neck and down the centre of my back. The sensuality was something I had never felt before. He then entered me from behind as our bodies were joined like a second skin. He continued to thrust in me as I pulled my upper body forward to try and get a better angle to take him deeper.

I moaned, "Oh god. Imran that feels so good. I love feeling you inside me."

He pulled me back and put his hand on my throat as he turned me to kiss. The pressure on my throat and the kiss drove me over the edge as I came again kicking the door and I felt his cum inside me.

He carried me to bed and we fell asleep. I woke up and Imran was next to me. He began to stir and then his alarm went off, "I need to get back to work. My shift starts in 30 minutes. I will need to shower at work."

He rushed off kissing me goodbye. It was the small things that meant the most to me and brought the biggest smile. It was late in the evening. I hated working shifts as it meant I had no real sleeping pattern. To my surprise Shanti was waiting for me in the living room, "So you had a good sleep. I thought Imran would have needed a shower after everything I heard."

She was a cheeky bitch, "Well he is showering at work. Perhaps you should mind your own business."

She had the bit between her teeth, "If you weren't screaming the house down perhaps I could mind my own business.'I love feeling you inside me'. Hoe big was he then?"

I throw a pillow at her, "You are such a dirty bitch."

She giggled, "It wasn't me that said it, so was he bigger than average?"

She was such a bitch, "All I am giving you is that I was not disappointed."

She laughed, "You dirty little bitch."

We both laughed and despite our differences we loved each other as sisters.

For the next 2 month my relationship grew closer and more intense. One day we were talking and Imran asked, "My family is having a gathering for Eid. I want you to come as my girlfriend."

I was shocked, "Your parents will be ok with you bringing a girl? I have never told my mom about anyone."

He smiled, "My parents are super chill about this stuff. They are not typical desi parents. But you are the first girl I am taking to one of these things so they may ask a lot of questions. I have never been serious about someone before."

I could not believe this. Of course I thought about the next step but I thought we were 6 to 12 months away. Meeting parents meant engagement and I had to talk to my mother before I took this step, "I need to speak to my mom also if we are going to meet parents. I just need a few days."

He agreed and I tried speaking to my Mom. But Shanti was right that my Mom did not like '.s no matter their character and I hated this about my family. I video called my mom that weekend and she was in a good mood talking about her yoga class, "So Mom I am thinking I am ready to settle down."

She had a big smile on her face as she said, "That is very good. Anju's son is also looking to marry and he is an engineer here in Delhi. You can move back and settle here."

My Mom was so infuriating at times but I had to bring her train of thought back, "I have found someone here. He is a doctor. His father is a surgeon and his mother is also a doctor."

She initially seemed disappointed at me dashing her Anju Delhi dreams but she perked up at hearing Imran's credentials, "He sounds like such a good boy. I always prayed for you at the temple and knew you would find someone special. What is his name?"

I dreaded this part, "His name is Imran and I showed a picture I kept in my purse."

Her face immediately turned sour as she said, "This is a '. name. Has he told you he is a '.? Or is he lying to you? They do that secret love jihad."

It really pissed me off but she was my mother, "Mom he told me he is '. but I don't care. He doesn't care what religion I am or even if I follow religion."

My mom held her head in her hands as she said, "I have raised a fool." She cut the phone. I tried calling her back but she did not answer.

I burst into tears and that is when Shanti turned up. She could see me in tears and dropped her bag and came over to me holding me, "What happened? Is it Imran?"

I shook my head no, "It is not him. It is me. Everything is wrong with me."

She held my head against her, "Tell me what happened. We will get through this."

I tried to explain through sobs, "Well Imran asked me a few days ago to meet his parents. He wants to take the next step and we have been talking about marriage and children."

She was running her hands through my hair trying to soothe me, "That is good, I guess. What happened for it to go wrong?"

She was trying to get her words out but was struggling to get through the emotional state, "So I called my mother. I did not want to meet his parents without talking to my mother."

I heard an audible "oh" from Shanti as I mentioned my mother, "Well my mother was happy when I told her about Imran's job but as soon as she heard his name she started talking nonsense about Love Jihad and would not accept it."

Shanti just sat with me in silence for a few minutes as it all sank in. It was a while later after I had calmed down that she said, "We have two options you marry Imran and say goodbye to your mother or you must end it with Imran. He is a good person and does not deserve to be hurt further down the line. But you will regret leaving Imran. You only ever have one true love story in life."

She always had a way of breaking everything down into simple options. It was the lawyer inside her and she always had a way to make me think.

Imran came over the next day to watch a movie. We had this arranged for a few days but when he saw me he knew something was wrong, "Are you ok? What has happened?"

My relationship with Imran was different to anything else I had experienced and I always felt the need to tell him everything so I told him the whole story with my mother. I feared that he would think I came from a backwards inbred family but he was surprisingly calm and understanding, "Some people see the world from their perspective and if they have always been told one thing. It is difficult for them accept anything else. Your mom is ignorant but that is how she has lived. You told me what your mom did for you and I will never ask you to leave your mother for me or anyone else. If you want me to talk to her then I will."

I wished he was more selfish but he cared about me more than anyone and he knew deep down that I would never forgive myself if I abandoned my mother. We ended our relationship that night and agreed to move on but Shanti was right about love and I knew I never would.

3 Months Later

I tried to move on but I would always think of Imran and then Shanti said, "You are so miserable all the time. Just get back together with him."

But I couldn't and would he even take me back now after the rejection? It was a few weeks later that Adrian asked me on a date. He was a fellow trainee doctor but he was a jock type. I had to try and move passed Imran and I felt this was my chance and there may even be a chance with my mother as he was not '.. Perhaps I should make sure before I speak to her.

I had been dating Adrian for 4 weeks but I never felt that spark. We had kissed but there was nothing to it. I returned from another lame date with Adrian when I saw Imran in the kitchen and for a minute I thought I was hallucinating but it was really him, "Imran, what are you doing here?"

He apologized, "I am sorry. Shanti said you would be out on a date? She invited me over to watch a re-run of some Marvel movies."

What on earth was Shanti playing at? She hated superhero movies and I hated superhero movies, "Oh ok. I don't mind watching it too. Which one is on?"

He had that same cute face and I missed him so much, "I think it is an Ironman marathon. I think we would prefer it with your company."

I pulled Shanti into my room and asked, "What are you doing? Why have you invited him?"

She rolled her eyes as to say you caught me, "I just wanted to see how big he was. I thought Adrian could keep you preoccupied for more than an hour."

He held out her hands in front of her as to measure the size and kept moving them further apart. I felt like screaming but I kept my voice down, "You fucking bitch!"

I slapped her as hard as I could. If he did not hear me call he a bitch he would have heard the slap. She laughed like the cold hearted bitch she was, "I deserved that."

We both went back out and acted like nothing had happened. There was a tension between us but we both just ignored each other. It was part way through when Shanti leaned against Imran's chest and he looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders as to say that had nothing to with him. I smiled in the knowledge that he still only cared about me.

I could see Shanti move her head further down his body until it was on his abdomen just above his jeans belt. Imran was engrossed in the stupid super hero movie and did not seem to be paying attention to Shanti. She then made that same size movement with her hands I mouthed, "You fucking bitch. I will kill you."

It was then that Shanti made a blowjob imitation using her hand and tongue. She had crossed the line and I throw a pillow striking her in the face. It got Imran's attention also and he asked, "What happened? Shanti what are you doing there?"

How did he not notice her face inches from his dick?

I spoke up, "Sorry. I thought Shanti needed a pillow. She was falling asleep on your lap."

He apologized, "Shanti I am sorry. I should have realized and given you space to sleep on the couch." He moved to the single chair facing me. Shanti was bored as expected and she soon fell asleep. I signaled for Imran to meet him in the kitchen. As soon as we had some space from Shanti, I hugged him so hard and cried again, "I think about you every day. I miss you so much."

He hugged me too, "I feel the same way. But you are dating someone new?"

I felt guilty, "It means nothing. I tried to move on but I am just lying to myself. You are the one and no one else compares. But what about you and Shanti?"

He seemed confused, "I became friends with her when we started dating. She did not want to lose tough so we stay in touch but it is just as friends."

I now knew her game. That bitch had planned this all along to trap me with Imran but it worked. I could no longer hide from my feelings.

I immediately jumped on him locking him in a kiss and wrapping my legs around his waist. We knocked over some utensils waking up Shanti from her sleep. She looked over and said, "So you two are back together" and went back to sleep.

I could not stop kissing him. That hunger had been within me the last 4 months. I broke off our kiss, "I need you inside me now."

He looked over at Shanti but I reassured him, "She is gone for the night. I need you so much."

He sat me on the counter and his hands slid up my skirt and he pulled down my panties. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down.

I whispered in his ear, "Please make love to me. I missed you so much."

Then I felt him thrust into me and I missed that feeling, "I love feeling you inside of me. I love you so much."

We continued to kiss as he fucked he fucked me hard on the counter. I felt every thrust deep within me. I ran my fingers through the back of his hair and pulled it hard as I felt every thrust.

My orgasm then hit me and I pulled his hair so hard snapping his head back, "I fucking lobe you so much." I felt my deep emotions awoken as we reconnected.

He whispered, "I think we might have woken her."

We both giggled as we heard Shanti stir on the couch. He carried me to my bed.

He tore off my clothes and I tore his clothes. We were animals that had been caged and now we were releasing our emotions on each other.

He climbed on top of me and began making love to me. Our hands were all over each just feeling and touch each part of each other. I wanted all of him. Every part of him.

He made gentle love to me but our bodies need began to take over and he soon began to thrust harder and harder. I tried to meet his thrusts but his power took over and he forced my body into submission. I loved feeling his body dominate me.

He took a nipple into his mouth as his thrusting became harder. It drove me over the edge and I came so hard. He came inside me and I just kept him on top of me. I was not going to let him move.

That night my life changed in many ways. Imran was my future and nothing could change that. That was the night that we conceived our first child.

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[Blue Bull]

A Woman's Journey

(A woman hurt by men finds love in an unexpected place....)

Category:  NonConsent/Reluctance
By: MohanSingh

I was at an interview for an entry level filing clerk. The job was beneath me and I am not being arrogant when I say this. I had a degree but my circumstances were such that I only wanted a low paying job.

I breezed through the interview stage. They seemed surprised why a 22 year old would want such a low paying job with no prospects but they did not understand my circumstances.

I had completed my degree and my family wanted to go on a holiday to their native India. It was a holiday to get in touch with my roots. I was interested in learning about my family heritage and I was excited to see my mother country. My mother was a nurse and my father was doctor. They came to England when I was 12 so I always felt a connection to India but I had not visited in 10 years.

What I did not realise was that this was a ruse to have me go to India under alse pretences. Once in India we went to our ancestral home which was in a rural village in India.

This was a million miles away from the Taj Mahal and the places I wanted to visit. I was introduced to my distant relatives.

It was a couple of days later that I was introduced to Vijay Malhotra. He was in his late 30's and was the son of my father's friend. He was a successful lawyer from the city.

I found the introduction to be strange as there was no real reason to meet him. He turned up every day to talk to my parents and also talk to me. He said he remembered me from when we lived in India and his family were our neighbours. I vaguely remembered him.

It was a couple of days later that my mother mentioned he was divorced and looking for a wife. I found it to be a strange conversation and I was being given information I felt unnecessary. The next day my mother was pressuring me to dress up and made it sound like it was an important occasion. I wore a traditional blue sari. I had only ever worn such dresses to weddings and those type of occasions. I usually wore skirts and dresses or leggings.

We were waiting around for someone to arrive. My parents were being secretive and this made me nervous. A swarm of cars drove to our home and it felt auspicious. Vijay and his family came out of the cars with baskets of sweetmeats, flowers and jewellery.

The events soon began to make sense as my parents eagerly greeted them. There were smiles from everyone and I forced a smile while hiding my feeling of dread and anxiety.

The Indian readers will now have realised that this was not just an ordinary coming together. Vijay had arrived to ask for my hand in marriage. He was almost 20 years older than me. I just smiled and nodded to get through this nightmare. This had been planned long before between my parents and I could not make a scene in front of their family.

I had a boyfriend in London but we were only semi-serious and I was "saving" myself for marriage. I now had regrets about not committing myself more to the relationship. Was I really saving myself for this?

I had to speak to my mother once this was all over. Vijay then brought out a gold and diamond ring for my engagement. I had to admit that it was impressive but I could not accept.

He attempted to take my hand but I withdrew it. My father and mother looked at me scornfully and my father said, "She is only being shy. Come on Anjali beti"

Vijay took my hand more forcefully now and placed his ring on my finger. Everyone cheered and greeted each other. I became withdrawn and just smiled and nodded to anyone congratulating me. I was lost in that moment.

After the ceremonies were completed the party left and I was with my parents. I was angry but I tried to plead with my parents for an explanation and a way out.

My parents said I was the right age to be married and it was their responsibility to find someone good for me. This was not the life I wanted. They talked about me like I was burden that they had to unload.

They had arranged the wedding for 2 days' time. I went to my room hurt and dejected. I planned on escaping and getting to the airport.

I went to my room to find my passport and money. I looked through all my bags but they were nowhere to be found. I could not ask my parents as they would then know of my intentions. I was trapped with nowhere to go.

I ended up marrying Vijay against my will. I came back to London and my parents pushed me to apply to bring him over. The only problem was that I needed a good paying job to apply.

This brings me to today. I was working in this entry level job as I saw it as my way to delay the inevitable. I wasn't the same when I came back. I became withdrawn and spent most evenings in my room. I hated my parents and the world for everything that happened to me.

My parents became more controlling and they were checking my every movement. They would snoop on my phone and I was unable to leave the house without their approval. My life was beginning to become more constrained and the pressure on me was unbearable.

The pressure led me to smoke more than usual. My parents hated that I smoked as they both said I was killing myself. The more pressure I felt the more need I felt for that nicotine rush.

The job was relatively easy and I enjoyed being away from my parents and the home so I did not have to think about what had happened.

I was given 1 smoking break in the day. I always timed it at 4.00pm just before I was due to leave as I found it difficult to smoke at home. My parents would pick me up and drop me off and they would confiscate my cigarettes if they found them on my belongings or saw me smoking.

At work the smokers had to make their way outside and smoke under a sheltered area as smoking was banned indoors in public places. Everyone took their smoking breaks earlier and I enjoyed having the area to myself.

It was around the second week I was there that I noticed Henry also take his take break at the same time. It was strange because I usually had this time alone and I had never noticed anyone take a break this late. We always exchanged pleasantries but when I smoked he would gaze at me and it sent chills down my spine.

We talked more as the weeks went on. I got to know that he was 52, divorced and lived on his own not too far from my house. I was withdrawn and did not talk to anyone in the office usually but in these 15 minutes while enjoying a smooth cigarette I could just relax. I kept myself from opening up about my circumstances.

There was something in the way that he looked at me that really made me uncomfortable and nervous.

It was a cold and rainy day but the cravings were always too strong. No matter the weather I needed my cigarette like clockwork. I was hiding under the collars of my coat as I smoked under the shelter. Henry soon joined me. He looked at me the way he usually does and it gave me the creeps. He then said, "Hey Anjali. Do you know who you remind me of?"

I wasn't really in the mood but I thought there is no harm in entertaining him, "Go on then. Who?"

He looked me up and down taking me in, "Princess Jasmine."

I laughed so hard at what he said. It was probably the first time I smiled or laughed since coming back from India, "I remind you of a cartoon?"

He said, "I always had a crush on Princess Jasmine. But when I look at your silky hair and your sexy curves you just remind me of her."

Oh god he had to go there. I just smiled and brushed off the comment. He was creepy and super old but the comment was nice to hear. I had put on a lot of weight and my self-esteem was at an all-time low.

I finished up my cigarette and made my way inside. We often just smoked in silence but it was nice to have the company and not having to make small talk. He was also the only person that went out of his way to make an effort with me. I was the only non-white person in the office and I often felt I did not fit in. I did not help myself as I was withdrawn and never wanted to be involved with the others.

It was a Friday and I went out for my cigarette break. When I got out I went to reach for my packet but it was not there. I searched my bag inside out. I knew what had happened. My mother had thrown out my cigarettes again. I was unable to smoke at home as my time was so tightly constrained. This was my only free time to smoke and I groaned in frustration.

I heard Henry behind me, "Is everything ok, darling?"

I turned to him and asked, "I don't have any cigarettes. Do you have one spare?"

He tapped his packet and said, "Well I have one left. Do you want to share it?"

I rolled my eyes thinking what a creep but I agreed as I needed my nicotine kick.

He put it between my lips taking me by surprise and then lit it. I took a deep drag on the cigarette. I was wearing a light pink shade of lip stick I could see the lip stick stain on the cigarette.

He took it from my hands, our hands lightly touching and rolled it between his fingers. He then deliberately placed his lips over my lip stick stains on the cigarette.

It sent a shiver down my spine as I saw him do this. I did not know if it was because I was creeped out by it or because of something else. He seemed to be getting a perverse enjoyment out of this.

I took another deep drag. The rush felt so amazing and knowing that he had also been smoking from the same cigarette gave me a stronger rush.

We repeated this until the cigarette was finished. Our hands touching every time we passed the cigarette between us. I had never felt anything like this before.

The weekend seemed to last forever and I could not wait to return to work on Monday. I arrived early at work on Monday and this gave the chance to buy cigarettes. I needed that rush again. Henry joined me for my cigarette break and we did not talk much but for exchanging pleasantries.

After work my mother picked me up. She was irate. She said that she had just had a call from my mother in law and that she had to be told that I had not spoken to my husband in over 2 months.

I became frustrated and blurted out, "He is not my husband. He is my rapist."

My mother stopped the car and slapped me so hard that I had a red mark on my face. She said, "You do not speak about your husband in that way."

She then reached into my bag and picked up my cigarettes throwing them out of the window.

The next day I arrived early at work to buy cigarettes. I had to think of a way of keeping them from her. I went through my purse and my money was missing. My mother was driving me crazy.

I waited for my cigarette break more anxious than ever. I was hoping that Henry would join me as I needed a cigarette desperately.

I went for my break and waited for Henry to my relief he turned up a minute later. I asked in my sweetest voice, "Henry, do you have a spare cigarette?"

He tapped his packet and offered a cigarette but as I went to take it he pulled it away. He then said, "Will you do something for me first?"

I was nervous and I knew this could not be anything good, but I desperately needed to smoke, "What is it?"

He said "Can I have a kiss with Princess Jasmine?"

I recoiled at the thought, "What do you mean?"

He played it down, "Just a little peck on the lips?"

I saw the cigarette and a little peck could do no harm, "Just a little peck?"

He crossed his heart and said, "Just a peck. I promise."

He came in front of me closing the gap between us. I closed my eyes turning away slightly and pursed my lips. He then locked me into a kiss. It was a full on kiss our lips intertwined and our hips locked together.

He thrust his tongue into my mouth and groped my ass. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach. I pushed him off and said, "Fuck off, pervert."

He looked at me and smiled offering me the cigarette, "You earned it."

I wished I had more dignity but I took it and he even lit it for me.

I smoked in silence as he stared at me. Every time he saw me glance at him he would lick his lips.

He gave me the creeps but there was something in the way he looked at me that made me want more.

That night I called my husband. I pretended to be the perfect wife and my mother returned my money. The next morning I was able to buy cigarettes and not have to worry about Henry.

The cigarettes themselves did not give the same rush. Henry was watching me smoke and I asked him, "Do you have a crush on all the young girls that work here?"

I don't know why I was asking. He was a creep that groped my ass and forced his tongue down my throat. He looked me up and down and said, "I have been divorced 4 years. But you are the only girl that I have had a crush on. You are Princess Jasmine after all."

He had a creepy charm, "Whatever."

He looked at me and said, "Trust me you are so beautiful. I would love to see you in a dress like Jasmine with your midriff on show."

I laughed thinking he may enjoy seeing me in a sari, "Why did you kiss me like that yesterday?"

He said, "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it?"

I said defiantly, "I certainly did not."

He said cheekily, "It takes two to tango. Your lips were doing as much work as mine."

As luck would have it my cigarette had finished and stubbed it out and walked off.

Was he right? Was I enjoying it and kissing him back?

The more I thought about the more I could not get his kiss out of my head and I craved it as much as the cigarettes.

It was Friday and the weekend was approaching. My cravings were stronger than ever. I still had a couple of cigarettes but my mind was elsewhere and I wondered what Henry would ask for if I asked for a cigarette.

Henry was waiting for me at the shelter. He was talking to another colleague from the office, Sarah. She was one of the managers. She was just finishing her cigarette and greeted me before leaving.

I asked him after she left, "So you came out early? Is she your new Princess Jasmine?"

He looked at me, "No need to be jealous. She was just finishing up when I got here. You know I only have eyes for you."

I then asked, "Do you have a cigarette I can have?"

I was acting jealous and now I was asking for a cigarette knowing full well the likely trade off. He smiled at me and said, "I do have one but I need ask you for something."

I acted reluctant, "What do you want?"

He said, "Open the top 3 buttons of your blouse. I just want to see what bra you are wearing."

I protested, "But what if someone walks in."

He reassured me, "Everyone has had their cigarette break. It is just the two of us."

I reluctantly opened the top button and then the second and third button. My bra was now in plain sight. He lit a cigarette and placed it into my mouth.

He looked intently at my bra. It was a white cotton bra patterned with red hearts and I could see him drink me in as I smoked. I felt more sexual than ever before. As I continued to smoke he opened up the flaps of my blouse and began to take in my bra covered breasts.

The sexual thrill in smoking and exposing was driving me crazy. He then whispered into my ear, "I want to cum on your tits."

I took a longer drag needing a bigger hit of nicotine. The whole situation with Henry was driving me crazy. He began poking my breasts through the bra. He sought out my nipples and began flicking them over the bra.

I finished my cigarette and pulled my blouse together and buttoned up before leaving. I had to stop this before it went any further.

My nipples were stiff and harder than I had ever seen them before. He knew how turned on I was from the state of my nipples.

I was in a daze all weekend thinking about Henry. I kept up the pretence with my mother and called my in laws. But all I wanted was to be in that smoking shelter with Henry.

It was finally Monday and I could not wait to be back in work. It was midway through the afternoon and Henry came up to me. This was strange. We only ever talked in the smoking shelter. He said, "I am parked at the far end of the car park near the big tree. It is red BMW. We can smoke in my car today."

I went to the car for my break. I sheepishly made my way over not wanting to be seen by any of the other employees.

I quickly opened the passenger door and got in. I ducked down to not be seen. He said, "Just relax. They are screened windows so nobody can see in."

I relaxed a little in my seat. He then pulled out a rolled up cigarette. He said, "Have you ever smoked a rolled cigarette before?"

I said, "I have smoked before at University. But that was a joint."

He laughed, "Well if you lift up your skirt. I will let you smoke this and maybe next time I will bring the weed."

This little game was going further each time and I wondered how far I would let it go before I put an end to it. I was wearing thick black tights. I wore them to keep warm so I was not too worried about what he would see as they were dark and went high on my waist.

The game was giving me a sexual thrill and it was an escape from problems in my life.

I bunched up my skirt to the top of my thighs. He was looking at me intently and said, "Higher. Show me your cute panties."

I was getting nervous but I raised it higher. He then said, "Very nice. Do you always wear cute underwear?"

I was wearing white cotton panties with flowers on. I was surprised at how he could see with my tights on. He lit the rolled up cigarette and passed it to me. I said, "These are just the type of panties I like to wear. I find them comfortable."

He was looking intently between my legs and I knew I was getting wet. I had never received attention like this before. He added, "I like the patterns you have on your underwear. They are very cute. You must want them to be seen as they do not add anything to your comfort."

I felt slightly ashamed and crossed my legs. He undid his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers. His cock was so hard and I took a deep drag as I took it in. As I let out the smoke I inadvertently blew it on his cock covering it in smoke.

He said, "I have been rock hard since the first day I saw you. Every time I watch you smoke I find it so irresistibly sexy. I want you to see what you do to me."

The head was already letting out pre-cum. In that moment all I could think about was the cigarette between my lips and that hard cock. I didn't think about how old he was or that he had a fat belly or his pathetic comb over. All I was thinking about was his cock.

I felt his hands on my thighs running up and down my legs. He commented, "You have sexy legs."

The potency of the nicotine seemed stronger in this rolled up cigarette and it was making me light headed.

His hands were working up to the top of my thighs and I took deeper drags as he inched closer to between my legs. I instinctively opened my legs to give him easier access. He took the invitation and began to rub between my legs.

It felt so good and I moaned as I exhaled the smoke. I was getting so turned and his touch was gentle and firm at the same time. He seemed to be so good with his fingers. He began to gently circle my clit and my moans became louder.

The cigarette was between my fingers as the sensations took over. I leaned back in my seat and opened my legs wider apart raising my feet onto the seat.

His rubbing became harder and he pressed hard against my clit. The sensations were driving me crazy and I was panting like a slut.

He then said, "Cum for me, Princess Slut."

I came hard and not like I had ever done before. The orgasm was so strong it felt like my eyes rolled into the back of my head. It took a while for me to regain my composure. He then pointed to the seat and I had soaked the seat with cum. My tights were completely soaked, "You really are a horny slut."

I felt ashamed. I stubbed out the cigarette and rearranged my skirt before leaving. Before I could close the door he said, "Same place. Same time. Tomorrow."

Despite my feeling of shame I knew I would be back.

Contd...

[Blue Bull]

I was nervous the next day unsure of whether I should be doing this but in those 15 minutes I was able to escape all my other problems.

I found myself eagerly waiting for my break. I could not wait to be in Henry's BMW.

As I approached his car he opened the door for me. It was nice to know that he had been waiting for me.

As I sat down he said, "You have been looking very beautiful today. I really like this new lipstick."

I was wearing a cherry red lipstick. I don't know what made me choose it but I liked that he noticed.

He had a way of looking me up and down that sent shivers down my spine. There was obvious perverted intention in his eyes.

He then began to undo his belt and said, "I need to get more comfortable."

He pulled down his trousers and boxers enough to expose his cock. He was already hard as a rock. I could not believe he was already so hard.

He took out a packet of cigarettes and said, "You know our deal."

I looked at him and asked, "What do you want?"

He eyed up my breasts as he replied, "Unbutton your blouse to start with."

I looked at him with scorn but deep down I enjoyed his perverted attention. I opened the buttons on my blouse and he was able to partially see my black and white striped bra. He opened the flaps of my blouse so that my bra clad breasts were now exposed to him. He began to run his fingers down the two straps on my shoulders. I sighed as I felt his touch, unable to hide my heightened sexual state. I desperately needed that cigarette between my lips and I asked in a slightly frail voice due to my sexual need, "Can I have the cigarette now?"

He worked his fingers down to my bra cups and ran them over the top of the cups. The gentle teasing of my skin over the outline of my bra was driving me crazy. I had a need to smoke that was building and that craving was doubling with a sexual craving from his touching. He ran his fingers across the top of the cups barely touching my breasts and then meeting his fingers in the middle. He then sat back in his seat and opened the cigarette packet. He took one out and said, "Take off your bra without taking off your blouse and pass it to me."

The craving was so strong within me that I was unable to refuse any demand. I removed the bra awkwardly, I had to partially take off the blouse before putting it back on over my naked breasts. As they came into sight he took a deep breath and I saw his cock throb and precum begin to appear on his head. I passed the bra to him and he took it to his nose and sniffed it deeply.

I felt a shiver run through as I witnessed this perverted act. He took out a cigarette but before passing it to me he dipped the filter part of the cigarette in his precum. He then placed it between my lips. I could smell and taste his precum between my lips. In a strange way it really turned me on.

I took a deep drag on the cigarette the taste of the cigarette had another edge with the saltiness of his precum. It heightened my arousal even further.

He reached behind me and released the clip from my hair. I had my hair up in a bun as it is really long and reaches down to mid back.

It flowed down in front of me and partially covered my breasts. He drank in my body, "You have gorgeous tits."

He began to run his fingers over my breasts. The lightness of his touch sent shivers down my spine.

He began to cup my breasts like he was weighing them in his hands. I took a deep drag and closed my eyes as I felt his hands on my breasts.

His touch became firmer and he began to grope my breasts and gently squeeze them. I was enjoying the feeling and I could feel myself getting wetter.

He moved his fingers to my nipples and began to circle the areola. He then began to press on the points of nipple. My nipples were stiff already but his pressing was making them engorged.

He began to pinch them lightly and I moaned with lust. The pinching was really turning me on.

He then began to roughly squeeze my breasts. With every squeeze he would lift and pull my breasts and finish by pinching my nipple hard. The mixture of pain and pleasure was driving me crazy. He repeated this several times.

He then began to kiss my breasts. The softness of his kisses felt so nice just after the hard squeezing. He was avoiding my nipples and kissing the soft flesh of my breasts. I used my free hand to direct his bald head to my nipples. He was deliberately teasing me and began licking around the areola. He was so good at this and I almost never wanted it to end.

He then sucked hard on my nipple. I let out a loud moan. He sucked so hard I could feel my nipple pop. I was getting close to my orgasm. He alternated between my breasts.

I was so close. My cigarette had finished but I needed to cum before I left. He was really rough with my breasts now. Squeezing them really hard and biting the soft flesh of my breasts. He then squeezed my breasts together so that my nipples were together and put both nipples in his mouth to suck. I came so hard that I had to bite on my arm to stop myself from attracting attention with my moans.

He stopped after my orgasm and I sunk back in my seat trying to get my composure.

I asked, "I need my bra back?"

He said, "I am keeping it."

With that he put it in his pocket. He then asked, "Did you say you went to St Anne's High college?"

I looked at him with a strange look, "Yes. Why?"

He said while squeezing my thigh, "Did you ever wear the long black and yellow stocking socks?"

I had put my clothes together now. My breasts felt really sensitive rubbing against my blouse. I said, "I usually wore the tights as I did not feel comfortable wearing the socks but I did wear them for a semester. Why?"

He said, "I want you to wear them tomorrow. Not the tights but the socks."

I asked, "Why do you want to me to wear them? It is just a strange request."

He tried to explain, "Since you told me you went to St Anne's I have pictured you in the uniform and wondered what you would look like. I would love to see it."

He was a real creepy pervert but this was the only escapism I has in my nightmarish life so I said, "I will think about it."

I then rushed back before anyone would notice I was late.

That night I went through my old clothes. I had not worn those years and was unsure if I could find them. I finally found them. They were cotton socks that went just above my knee. I had put on a lot more weight since then but they were still a good fit if a little tight. They went to just above my knee.

The socks were a little childish so I wore a long skirt so no one at work would notice the socks.

It was getting to the break and I had to admit wearing the socks had turned me on all morning. I always felt covered with my tights. But with the socks, I only had my panties under my skirt.

I went to car with a mix of anxiousness and eagerness. As soon as I sat in the car Henry immediately began touching my socks. There were no cigarettes being exchanged. He only wanted one thing.

He began to grope my socks covered legs. I did not resist as I was looking forward to this but he was more aggressive than usual.

He muttered, "I bet you were a fucking horny collegegirl slut."

Only if he knew how straight laced I was. There was something about him that was giving me the creeps. His hands went under my skirt to my exposed thighs.

He wasted no time before beginning to rub my pussy through my panties. I opened my legs for him.

He said through heavy breaths, "I want to French kiss your horny teen mouth." He was really giving me the creeps by referring to me as a collegegirl and teen but I was also turned on and kissed him eagerly.

He pulled my panties down and hooked them out of one leg. They were left around the ankle of my other leg.

He undid his pants and climbed on top of me. It was at that moment I realised that the only other person I had sex with was my husband. Even though it was a forced marriage that meant something to me somewhere. I had saved myself for marriage but now I was going to have sex with a fat sweaty old man.

I stiffened up as climbed on top of me but his sheer size forced my legs to part. He began to rub his cock against my lips and I could feel them getting wetter and soak his cock. He gently entered just the head into me. I was filled with guilt and need at the same time.

The need was always going to win and I wrapped my legs around him pushing him into me. I let out a loud moan as he entered me fully.

He was pressing me down with his weight and I felt powerless. My legs were wrapped around him and my arms around his neck as he pumped into me.

He was breathing heavily into my neck. He grunted, "I always wanted to fuck one of you St Anne's collegegirls. You looked so slutty with your long socks and short skirts."

It was at that moment I realised he did not care who I was or what I felt but I was just a vessel to live out his depraved fantasies.

I tried to push him away but he was too big. He then said, "I'm going to cum."

I was such a fool I did not contemplate the consequences of my actions. I was not on the pill and he was not wearing a condom, "Pull out. I am not on the pill."

He grunted, "You cock teasing slut. You want my cum."

I tried pushing him off but he was not moving. I kicked and punched him but he came inside me. I felt violated and used all over again.

He eventually rolled off back into his seat. I could feel his cum trickle out of me. I did not return to work. I felt emotionally dead inside.

I went to take a morning after pill. I did not need the risk of pregnancy ruining my life.

I was despondent for the next 2 weeks. I did not know where to go. I was unable to return to work and my life at home was not getting any better.

I sometimes thought that maybe Henry was right that I had been leading him on but I felt sick at the thought of his cum being inside me. It made me think about my wedding night and how different things could have been.

***

Wedding Night

It is meant to be the most special day in your life but for me it was nothing but a nightmare.

I was dressed in a beautiful red sari as is tradition for my family. I had spent the night before having henna painted on to my hands. I adorned the most beautiful jewellery but it only masked the pain I was feeling.

I cried myself through the ceremony and by the end of the night I was upset that my choice had been taken away.

I was shepherded towards the matrimonial room but before I entered my mother whispered, "You are now a wife and you must do everything to please your husband."

Once I was away from the pandemonium and people my strength began to recover. I was not going to let myself be downtrodden in this way and I was going to take back control. He may be my husband on paper but I was never going to treat him that way.

He entered the room a few minutes later and he had a grin on his face that only seemed to make me angrier.

I was sat on the bed and I got up as he walked towards me. I did not want to give him any false hope, "I never wanted this marriage. I don't love you. I will never accept you."

The grin was wiped off his face and he seemed incredulous, "Do you know what my family has given up for this marriage? I have sold my father's lands to pay for this wedding and your precious clothes and jewellery."

I was not going to back down, "I never asked for your jewellery or this lavish wedding. I never wanted any of this and I never wanted you."

He grabbed the gold choker around my neck and snatched it off my neck causing a sharp pain in my neck and I held my neck in shock, "You spoiled brat. You do not deserve any of this."

He all of a sudden grabbed my hands and pinned me to the bed. His movement was so swift that I did not have time to gather my thoughts and my head was spinning at this sudden turn of events, "I pity myself for marrying such an ungrateful brat but I will make you my wife."

He let go of my hands to unwrap my sari but I tried fighting him by kicking and punching him. He sat on my legs and I tried to struggle to move them but I was unable to do so due to his weight.

He slapped me across my face so hard that I was sure it would lead a mark. I held my face in shock. He used this opportunity to tie my hands above my head with his scarf.

He began to hitch up my sari and I tried to struggle but I felt helpless in my state. He loosened his pants and pulled them down to let out his cock.

I looked away not wanting to see it. He had hitched up my sari to my waist. He then began to feel me between my legs. I felt I was going to die from the shame of the situation. I had never imagined losing my virginity in such a degrading manner.

He commented, "You say you never wanted any of this. But why are your panties so wet."

I felt so ashamed in that moment and almost screamed, "You are a fucking pig. You sick bastard."

He tore my panties from my body and I felt them tear against my body, "That is no way to speak to your husband." I went to respond but as I opened my mouth he filled it with my panties. I could taste the wetness on my panties and it added to my shame that my arousal was so evident.

I tried to clamp my legs together but he roughly separated them. He began to rub his cock up and down wet pussy. I knew I was wet and as much as I hated this, my body was giving in. My hips involuntarily bucked and pushed up against his cock.

"Your wet cunt is drowning my cock in your cum. You are a horny slut. I was hoping for a virgin on my wedding night but I am stuck with a bratty English slut."

I welled up with shame. I wanted to scream that I was a virgin at the arrogant bastard but that would probably give him more satisfaction.

He pushed the head of his cock into me. He was gently moving it in and out of my lips. My hips were betraying my feelings as they moved with his rhythm. My hips began to move forward trying to get more of his cock. My body was on fire and his rhythmic teasing was making my body yearn for me.

I imagined picturing myself dressed in my beautiful sari and jewellery. I had the most beautiful gold bangles. The most beautiful gold ring and gold ankle chain. The dress was so expensive and heavy that it weighed me down during the ceremony. It was now bunched up at my waist as I was being defiled by my husband dressed in my finery.

He pulled out to my disappointment when my body was hoping for more. He then tore my petticoat and began to grope my breasts.

My nipples were hard giving away my increasing arousal. He took one into his mouth and bit it roughly. He repeated the same with the other.

This caused a feeling of pleasure and pain that was making me reach boiling point. His attack on my breasts continued as he roughly squeezed and sucked on them.

I could only moan into my panties. I felt so ashamed that I was being turned on during my own bang.

I could feel my hips move my body so that it was taking more of his cock. I could feel him at my hymen and it hurt slightly.

He pushed against it and I bit down on my panties due to the pain.

"The slut is a virgin after all."

He then pushed in hard taking what was left of my innocence.

The initial pain was unbearable but it soon passed and he built up a good rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building deep inside and I was pleased my mouth was stuffed with my panties as he would not be able to hear my moans of pleasure.

He then to my shock pulled out until only his head was inside me. He undid my hands and he took out the panties.

He then asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

I could feel my body bring him back inside me. My body was giving my answer but the pig wanted to hear it from my lips. I knew I would hate myself but in that moment I needed to cum more than anything else, "Don't stop."

He pushed in a further inch keeping me on edge, "What am I?"

I said through gritted teeth, "Don't stop, Husband."

He then thrust into me roughly and I could not help myself from putting my arms around him. I came loudly unable to contain my moans from my first real orgasm.

***

As I thought about my wedding night I wondered if I had treated Vijay badly. Was I a brat?

I wanted to move forward with my life and the only way I could do this was to forget about these men and try to reconnect with my old life. I missed my old boyfriend and I wanted to reconnect with him.

I tried to call my boyfriend but his number was disconnected. I called one of our mutual friends Ayesha to try and get his new details. But she was not answering her phone. So I tried to find her on Facebook and that is when I saw her relationship status. "In a relationship with Jay Adams."

I was furious that she was in a relationship with my ex. I felt betrayed. I left her an angry message. She called me back the next day. If I felt betrayed it was nothing compared to how I felt now. She told that they had been dating long before I went to India. Jay thought I was frigid and he wanted a girl that "put out."

Why did all men have to be such pigs?

I was stuck at home, no job, no boyfriend and no prospects. I had nothing but time to contemplate my decisions.

My thoughts always went back to Vijay. I tried to think about things from his point of view. Our parents had arranged our marriage when he was a young boy and he waited all his life for me to be at marrying age. He sacrificed everything for me and gave up a lot to be with me but I threw it back in his face. Maybe I was a brat? But he took away my choice or was it my parents and he was just innocent in all this? It was only on our wedding night that I told him of my feelings. I wanted to give him a second chance.

I tried calling him but his mother answered. She said he was travelling in Europe and she does not know when he will be back. He needed a fresh start somewhere.

I spoke to my mother about it. She said he is no longer waiting for me and he has come to Europe to study.

She apologised for the marriage. She said it was a mistake that her and my father regret. She said it all happened when Vijay was a young boy. "His father was ill and on his deathbed your father promised his father that he would marry you and Vijay to unite the two families. It was unfair to Vijay as he was older and would be at marrying age but they had made a pact.

Vijay was a successful lawyer in India and he had turned down many proposals as he waited for you. He put his life on hold for our dreams and we made his life a nightmare. When we believed you were ready we took you to India and thought you would understand once you were there but you were not able to take the responsibility. I am telling you this because I don't want you to blame Vijay. He was a victim in this just like you and it was our fault, your parents."

My mother broke down as she told me this and I hugged her beginning to understand why Vijay was so hurt on our wedding night.

After my experiences I wanted to live my life again. I always wanted to do my masters in Art in Paris. The city always had an appeal for me and I needed a break from my circumstances. My parents felt guilty about what they put me through and agreed to my wishes.

I had settled into a shared apartment in Paris. It was expensive but my parents were paying and I was beginning to enjoy my life.

It was late in the evening as I was doing research for my assignment. I needed a break and went to the drinks machine which was located in the corridor as I walked through the doors I heard someone that sounded familiar. I looked up and I was frozen still in shock. He had not noticed me as he was talking to some girl. He finally looked ahead and saw me, we exchanged awkward looks and he was also slightly shocked.

The girl asked him, "Vijay, are you ok? Do you know this girl?"

It brought us out of our awkwardness, "Oh. Yes. This is Anjali. Anjali this is Anne."

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

Anne seemed surprised and said in her French accent, "Oui. How do you know her?"

I raged with jealousy the flirty tone that they had been talking in. I had no reason or right to be jealous but I retorted, "I am his wife." I then stormed off.

I could hear Vijay apologise to Anne, "I am sorry. I promise I will explain."

I stormed back to my desk in a rage and buried my head in a book as I cried. I hated Anne she had this sexual confidence that was obvious with her skinny figure and sexy accent. All these emotions were taking over and I could not control myself.

A few moments later I saw Vijay enter the room looking for someone.

I knew he was looking for me and I had to face him in a mature way sooner or later. Why did he have to be here of all places?

I went up to him and we found a quiet corner.

"You did not need to say that to Anne. I am sorry for the way I hurt you in the past. I was a different person and I have learned a lot since then."

I tried to explain, "Just seeing you again has really upset me. Are you sleeping with Anne?"

He said, "It is not about Anne. I want to sit down and really talk. We can't do that here whispering in the library. Come to my place tomorrow evening. Please just give me this one chance to explain."

He left his address on a note and passed it to me.

The next evening I went to over to his place. He had rented a studio flat overseeing the Seine River. I almost walked away several times but in the end I mustered up the courage to go to his apartment.

I had dresses up. I wore a low cut top and a tight skirt. I was chunkier than Anne but I did not want to just give up.

I knocked on the door and Vijay shouted it is open. He was in the kitchen busily cooking away. He said to make myself comfortable at the dining table. He came over and poured two glasses of white wine. He invited me on to the balcony where the view was beautiful, "Thank you for coming. I wanted to talk to you freely. I am sorry for the marriage and everything that happened between us including our wedding night. But I want you to listen to my side."

I nodded for him to continue, "I was at my father's bedside when he died. I was only a young boy. His last words were to me, 'you are to marry Anjali, you are to love and cherish her and only her.' So when you ask me if am sleeping with Anne or anyone else. The answer will always be no because the promise I made to my father was to love you.

I did not know you did not want the marriage. I always thought you wanted the marriage and that is why I waited for you. After the wedding it was obvious that you did not want it and I made my way to Paris to start afresh. I am sorry that I caused you so much pain."

I felt sympathy for him. Something I never thought I would feel, "My family did not explain anything to me. I was given no time to get to know you or understand you. It was forced upon me before I could think. All I wanted to do was run away and hide. But that night you made me your wife."

He seemed surprised, "I won't fight a divorce. You deserve to be free."

I did not want a divorce, "Sometimes the best things we have, are things we have not chosen."

I explained, "The more I understand you and get to know you. The more I realise I love you and I will only ever love you."

He pulled me into him and we kissed. We did not kiss on our wedding night and this was our real kiss. As our lips intertwined it felt right. I closed my eyes and became lost in the moment. I felt his arms come around my back and he then pulled our bodies closer together.

I let my tongue slip into his mouth and soon our tongues were interlocked. I could feel his hands move lower on my back as the fire was growing inside me.

I felt his hands grope my ass and give them a hard squeeze. I felt his hands continue to grope and squeeze my ass as our kiss became more intense. He found the zipper on the back of my skirt. He pulled it down slightly and that allowed it to fall down to my ankles.

I could not believe that I was semi naked at a balcony in Paris for the world to see. His hands began to fondle and grope my ass further over my panties but they were to prove not much of an obstacle for his wandering hands as he soon had my panties sliding down my leg to mid-thigh.

I felt his hands explore every crevice of my ass and pussy. I undid his belt and began to undo the button of his jeans but he stopped and we broke the kiss. Both of us were breathing heavily.

He then said, "I want tonight to be special for you."

He moved me so that my back was against the balcony ledge. He kneeled in front of me gently caressing my legs. He lifted my leg and began to rub and caress my foot. I felt his lips on my feet. It felt so good to be worshipped in this way. I could feel him take my toe into his mouth and suck on it. I arched my back and held on to the balcony ledge.

He then began to kiss up my legs. My panties were still mid-thigh and he slid these down and removed them.

He was kissing up to my thighs and I parted my legs inviting him further in. He began to kiss around my groin. My body was in so much need. I knew my wetness would be evident and I could feel it trickle down my leg.

He lapped at my wetness and I eagerly waited for his attention between my legs. He then began to lick my lips and I let out an audible moan as I felt his tongue against my wet lips.

His gentle teasing rhythm continued as he began to kiss and nibble at my lips. His hands were gently running up and down my legs as he continued to caress me.

His tongue felt like heaven against my lips. I needed him to focus on my clit.

He all of a sudden lifted my legs onto his shoulders and it took my breath away as my only support against the balcony ledge was my back and arms. I clamped my legs around his head pulling him deep against me.

I could feel his tongue snake around my lips and it was driving me crazy, "Please lick my clit," I begged.

He eventually obliged and I used my legs to pull him tighter against me. His tongue was aggressively flicking my clit. His hands were caressing my ass as I began to enjoy the rhythm of his tongue against my clit. I was dripping and I knew I would have soaked his face and my legs were cutting off his air supply.

His hands spread my cheeks and I could feel his finger caress my asshole. As his finger began to enter my asshole I moaned at this new intrusion but my asshole tightened against his finger.

He then sucked on my clit pushing my senses into overdrive. My orgasm took over and I arched my back and threw my head back. My head was over the balcony and the only thing keeping me grounded were my legs around his head.

He pulled me back and we both collapsed on the floor. It took a while for me to get my breath back. I looked over at him and he was still fully clothed with his face dripping with my cum juice.

I smiled and giggled thinking how cute he looked. He looked at me and held out his hands in a "What?" Gesture. I just went up to him and sat on top of him. I took his face in my hands and kissed him.

"I am lucky to have you. You deserve so much from me," I said after breaking the kiss. I began to remove his t shirt and pulled it over his head. I began to kiss his hairy body. I started at his shoulders and chest. I kissed down to his stomach.

I kissed down to his jeans and began to undo them. He stopped me by putting his hands on my shoulders and said, "You don't have to. I only care about your pleasure."

I continued undoing them, "I care about your pleasure. It is my duty as your wife."

I pulled down his jeans and boxers so that he was completely naked. I loved seeing him naked and it felt right that I should also be naked. I removed my top and bra.

I bent down and took his hard cock into my mouth. It was juiced up with precum and already tasted salty. I was licking his head and I loved seeing his reaction as I licked the underside of his head.

He placed his hands on my head directing me to take him deeper. His hard cock began to slide into my mouth and I used my tongue to run over it.

I was slowly bobbing my head up and down on his hard cock. I loved sucking on it and I could feel the head of his cock expand in my mouth.

He began to move my head more aggressively taking him deeper. I began to gag on his cock bur this only caused him to fuck my mouth harder.

I squeezed his balls to try to make him slow down but it caused him to cum down my throat. But I guess it did make him stop.

I swallowed his cum and licked his cock clean. I loved the taste of his cum.

I snuggled up to him on the floor. After a few minutes he got up and picked me up, "You are my Queen. I want to take you to bed."

He carried me to the bed and I did feel special. I loved this new loving feeling with him.

He was pushing my hair out of my face and this gentle movement caused a real warm feeling within me. I felt a real love and affection for him. I did not know why I did not feel this from the beginning.

His hands ran over my naked body and the touch gave me goose bumps. He whispered into my ear, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I will love you forever."

He lifted my head to look into my eyes. The fire began to burn inside me again and I kissed him deeply. My hand searched out his cock from between us and I began to stroke it. It seen went from flaccid to hard.

He was leaking precum and I used my thumb to spread it over the head of his cock. I needed it inside me. I turned him on his back and got on top of him. I was gently rubbing against his cock soaking it with my wet pussy.

"I need you inside me," I moaned as I began to slide his cock inside me. I felt completed as his cock entered me fully.

I started to ride him slowly, my breasts swaying in front of him. He grabbed a hold of my 34D breasts and squeezed them hard. I held his hands against my breasts as they pressed them hard.

I began to ride him faster the harder he squeezed, "Yes. Yes. Squeeze them hard. I love it."

This encouraged him and he was squeezing even harder. I could feel my pussy squelch against his cock as I grinded against him.

He began to slap my breasts and it initially took me by surprise and I acted in shock but seen the fire inside me burned even more and I was being pushed to the edge.

I moaned, "Oh. Oh. I am so close. Please spank me harder."

He was spanking harder and I was so close. He then said, "Your pussy feels too good. I am going to cum inside you."

I felt his cum shoot deep inside me and it triggered my orgasm and I had the best orgasm of my life. I collapsed on top of him. We both fell asleep and my new life with Vijay started.

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[Blue Bull]

A Woman's Journey
(A woman hurt by men finds love in an unexpected place.)
Category:  Non Consent/Reluctance
By: Mohan Singh

I was at an interview for an entry level filing clerk. The job was beneath me and I am not being arrogant when I say this. I had a degree but my circumstances were such that I only wanted a low paying job.

I breezed through the interview stage. They seemed surprised why a 22 year old would want such a low paying job with no prospects but they did not understand my circumstances.

I had completed my degree and my family wanted to go on a holiday to their native India. It was a holiday to get in touch with my roots. I was interested in learning about my family heritage and I was excited to see my mother country. My mother was a nurse and my father was doctor. They came to England when I was 12 so I always felt a connection to India but I had not visited in 10 years.

What I did not realise was that this was a ruse to have me go to India under false pretences. Once in India we went to our ancestral home which was in a rural village in India.

This was a million miles away from the Taj Mahal and the places I wanted to visit. I was introduced to my distant relatives.

It was a couple of days later that I was introduced to Vijay Malhotra. He was in his late 30's and was the son of my father's friend. He was a successful lawyer from the city.

I found the introduction to be strange as there was no real reason to meet him. He turned up every day to talk to my parents and also talk to me. He said he remembered me from when we lived in India and his family were our neighbours. I vaguely remembered him.

It was a couple of days later that my mother mentioned he was divorced and looking for a wife. I found it to be a strange conversation and I was being given information I felt unnecessary. The next day my mother was pressuring me to dress up and made it sound like it was an important occasion. I wore a traditional blue sari. I had only ever worn such dresses to weddings and those type of occasions. I usually wore skirts and dresses or leggings.

We were waiting around for someone to arrive. My parents were being secretive and this made me nervous. A swarm of cars drove to our home and it felt auspicious. Vijay and his family came out of the cars with baskets of sweetmeats, flowers and jewellery.

The events soon began to make sense as my parents eagerly greeted them. There were smiles from everyone and I forced a smile while hiding my feeling of dread and anxiety.

The Indian readers will now have realised that this was not just an ordinary coming together. Vijay had arrived to ask for my hand in marriage. He was almost 20 years older than me. I just smiled and nodded to get through this nightmare. This had been planned long before between my parents and I could not make a scene in front of their family.

I had a boyfriend in London but we were only semi-serious and I was "saving" myself for marriage. I now had regrets about not committing myself more to the relationship. Was I really saving myself for this?

I had to speak to my mother once this was all over. Vijay then brought out a gold and diamond ring for my engagement. I had to admit that it was impressive but I could not accept.

He attempted to take my hand but I withdrew it. My father and mother looked at me scornfully and my father said, "She is only being shy. Come on Anjali beti"

Vijay took my hand more forcefully now and placed his ring on my finger. Everyone cheered and greeted each other. I became withdrawn and just smiled and nodded to anyone congratulating me. I was lost in that moment.

After the ceremonies were completed the party left and I was with my parents. I was angry but I tried to plead with my parents for an explanation and a way out.

My parents said I was the right age to be married and it was their responsibility to find someone good for me. This was not the life I wanted. They talked about me like I was burden that they had to unload.

They had arranged the wedding for 2 days' time. I went to my room hurt and dejected. I planned on escaping and getting to the airport.

I went to my room to find my passport and money. I looked through all my bags but they were nowhere to be found. I could not ask my parents as they would then know of my intentions. I was trapped with nowhere to go.

I ended up marrying Vijay against my will. I came back to London and my parents pushed me to apply to bring him over. The only problem was that I needed a good paying job to apply.

This brings me to today. I was working in this entry level job as I saw it as my way to delay the inevitable. I wasn't the same when I came back. I became withdrawn and spent most evenings in my room. I hated my parents and the world for everything that happened to me.

My parents became more controlling and they were checking my every movement. They would snoop on my phone and I was unable to leave the house without their approval. My life was beginning to become more constrained and the pressure on me was unbearable.

The pressure led me to smoke more than usual. My parents hated that I smoked as they both said I was killing myself. The more pressure I felt the more need I felt for that nicotine rush.

The job was relatively easy and I enjoyed being away from my parents and the home so I did not have to think about what had happened.

I was given 1 smoking break in the day. I always timed it at 4.00pm just before I was due to leave as I found it difficult to smoke at home. My parents would pick me up and drop me off and they would confiscate my cigarettes if they found them on my belongings or saw me smoking.

At work the smokers had to make their way outside and smoke under a sheltered area as smoking was banned indoors in public places. Everyone took their smoking breaks earlier and I enjoyed having the area to myself.

It was around the second week I was there that I noticed Henry also take his take break at the same time. It was strange because I usually had this time alone and I had never noticed anyone take a break this late. We always exchanged pleasantries but when I smoked he would gaze at me and it sent chills down my spine.

We talked more as the weeks went on. I got to know that he was 52, divorced and lived on his own not too far from my house. I was withdrawn and did not talk to anyone in the office usually but in these 15 minutes while enjoying a smooth cigarette I could just relax. I kept myself from opening up about my circumstances.

There was something in the way that he looked at me that really made me uncomfortable and nervous.

It was a cold and rainy day but the cravings were always too strong. No matter the weather I needed my cigarette like clockwork. I was hiding under the collars of my coat as I smoked under the shelter. Henry soon joined me. He looked at me the way he usually does and it gave me the creeps. He then said, "Hey Anjali. Do you know who you remind me of?"

I wasn't really in the mood but I thought there is no harm in entertaining him, "Go on then. Who?"

He looked me up and down taking me in, "Princess Jasmine."

I laughed so hard at what he said. It was probably the first time I smiled or laughed since coming back from India, "I remind you of a cartoon?"

He said, "I always had a crush on Princess Jasmine. But when I look at your silky hair and your sexy curves you just remind me of her."

Oh god he had to go there. I just smiled and brushed off the comment. He was creepy and super old but the comment was nice to hear. I had put on a lot of weight and my self-esteem was at an all-time low.

I finished up my cigarette and made my way inside. We often just smoked in silence but it was nice to have the company and not having to make small talk. He was also the only person that went out of his way to make an effort with me. I was the only non-white person in the office and I often felt I did not fit in. I did not help myself as I was withdrawn and never wanted to be involved with the others.

It was a Friday and I went out for my cigarette break. When I got out I went to reach for my packet but it was not there. I searched my bag inside out. I knew what had happened. My mother had thrown out my cigarettes again. I was unable to smoke at home as my time was so tightly constrained. This was my only free time to smoke and I groaned in frustration.

I heard Henry behind me, "Is everything ok, darling?"

I turned to him and asked, "I don't have any cigarettes. Do you have one spare?"

He tapped his packet and said, "Well I have one left. Do you want to share it?"

I rolled my eyes thinking what a creep but I agreed as I needed my nicotine kick.

He put it between my lips taking me by surprise and then lit it. I took a deep drag on the cigarette. I was wearing a light pink shade of lip stick I could see the lip stick stain on the cigarette.

He took it from my hands, our hands lightly touching and rolled it between his fingers. He then deliberately placed his lips over my lip stick stains on the cigarette.

It sent a shiver down my spine as I saw him do this. I did not know if it was because I was creeped out by it or because of something else. He seemed to be getting a perverse enjoyment out of this.

I took another deep drag. The rush felt so amazing and knowing that he had also been smoking from the same cigarette gave me a stronger rush.

We repeated this until the cigarette was finished. Our hands touching every time we passed the cigarette between us. I had never felt anything like this before.

The weekend seemed to last forever and I could not wait to return to work on Monday. I arrived early at work on Monday and this gave the chance to buy cigarettes. I needed that rush again. Henry joined me for my cigarette break and we did not talk much but for exchanging pleasantries.

After work my mother picked me up. She was irate. She said that she had just had a call from my mother in law and that she had to be told that I had not spoken to my husband in over 2 months.

I became frustrated and blurted out, "He is not my husband. He is my rapist."

My mother stopped the car and slapped me so hard that I had a red mark on my face. She said, "You do not speak about your husband in that way."

She then reached into my bag and picked up my cigarettes throwing them out of the window.

The next day I arrived early at work to buy cigarettes. I had to think of a way of keeping them from her. I went through my purse and my money was missing. My mother was driving me crazy.

I waited for my cigarette break more anxious than ever. I was hoping that Henry would join me as I needed a cigarette desperately.

I went for my break and waited for Henry to my relief he turned up a minute later. I asked in my sweetest voice, "Henry, do you have a spare cigarette?"

He tapped his packet and offered a cigarette but as I went to take it he pulled it away. He then said, "Will you do something for me first?"

I was nervous and I knew this could not be anything good, but I desperately needed to smoke, "What is it?"

He said "Can I have a kiss with Princess Jasmine?"

I recoiled at the thought, "What do you mean?"

He played it down, "Just a little peck on the lips?"

I saw the cigarette and a little peck could do no harm, "Just a little peck?"

He crossed his heart and said, "Just a peck. I promise."

He came in front of me closing the gap between us. I closed my eyes turning away slightly and pursed my lips. He then locked me into a kiss. It was a full on kiss our lips intertwined and our hips locked together.

He thrust his tongue into my mouth and groped my ass. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach. I pushed him off and said, "Fuck off, pervert."

He looked at me and smiled offering me the cigarette, "You earned it."

I wished I had more dignity but I took it and he even lit it for me.

I smoked in silence as he stared at me. Every time he saw me glance at him he would lick his lips.

He gave me the creeps but there was something in the way he looked at me that made me want more.

That night I called my husband. I pretended to be the perfect wife and my mother returned my money. The next morning I was able to buy cigarettes and not have to worry about Henry.

The cigarettes themselves did not give the same rush. Henry was watching me smoke and I asked him, "Do you have a crush on all the young girls that work here?"

I don't know why I was asking. He was a creep that groped my ass and forced his tongue down my throat. He looked me up and down and said, "I have been divorced 4 years. But you are the only girl that I have had a crush on. You are Princess Jasmine after all."

He had a creepy charm, "Whatever."

He looked at me and said, "Trust me you are so beautiful. I would love to see you in a dress like Jasmine with your midriff on show."

I laughed thinking he may enjoy seeing me in a sari, "Why did you kiss me like that yesterday?"

He said, "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it?"

I said defiantly, "I certainly did not."

He said cheekily, "It takes two to tango. Your lips were doing as much work as mine."

As luck would have it my cigarette had finished and stubbed it out and walked off.

Was he right? Was I enjoying it and kissing him back?

The more I thought about the more I could not get his kiss out of my head and I craved it as much as the cigarettes.

It was Friday and the weekend was approaching. My cravings were stronger than ever. I still had a couple of cigarettes but my mind was elsewhere and I wondered what Henry would ask for if I asked for a cigarette.

Henry was waiting for me at the shelter. He was talking to another colleague from the office, Sarah. She was one of the managers. She was just finishing her cigarette and greeted me before leaving.

I asked him after she left, "So you came out early? Is she your new Princess Jasmine?"

He looked at me, "No need to be jealous. She was just finishing up when I got here. You know I only have eyes for you."

I then asked, "Do you have a cigarette I can have?"

I was acting jealous and now I was asking for a cigarette knowing full well the likely trade off. He smiled at me and said, "I do have one but I need ask you for something."

I acted reluctant, "What do you want?"

He said, "Open the top 3 buttons of your blouse. I just want to see what bra you are wearing."

I protested, "But what if someone walks in."

He reassured me, "Everyone has had their cigarette break. It is just the two of us."

I reluctantly opened the top button and then the second and third button. My bra was now in plain sight. He lit a cigarette and placed it into my mouth.

He looked intently at my bra. It was a white cotton bra patterned with red hearts and I could see him drink me in as I smoked. I felt more sexual than ever before. As I continued to smoke he opened up the flaps of my blouse and began to take in my bra covered breasts.

The sexual thrill in smoking and exposing was driving me crazy. He then whispered into my ear, "I want to cum on your tits."

I took a longer drag needing a bigger hit of nicotine. The whole situation with Henry was driving me crazy. He began poking my breasts through the bra. He sought out my nipples and began flicking them over the bra.

I finished my cigarette and pulled my blouse together and buttoned up before leaving. I had to stop this before it went any further.

My nipples were stiff and harder than I had ever seen them before. He knew how turned on I was from the state of my nipples.

I was in a daze all weekend thinking about Henry. I kept up the pretence with my mother and called my in laws. But all I wanted was to be in that smoking shelter with Henry.

It was finally Monday and I could not wait to be back in work. It was midway through the afternoon and Henry came up to me. This was strange. We only ever talked in the smoking shelter. He said, "I am parked at the far end of the car park near the big tree. It is red BMW. We can smoke in my car today."

I went to the car for my break. I sheepishly made my way over not wanting to be seen by any of the other employees.

I quickly opened the passenger door and got in. I ducked down to not be seen. He said, "Just relax. They are screened windows so nobody can see in."

I relaxed a little in my seat. He then pulled out a rolled up cigarette. He said, "Have you ever smoked a rolled cigarette before?"

I said, "I have smoked before at University. But that was a joint."

He laughed, "Well if you lift up your skirt. I will let you smoke this and maybe next time I will bring the weed."

This little game was going further each time and I wondered how far I would let it go before I put an end to it. I was wearing thick black tights. I wore them to keep warm so I was not too worried about what he would see as they were dark and went high on my waist.

The game was giving me a sexual thrill and it was an escape from problems in my life.

I bunched up my skirt to the top of my thighs. He was looking at me intently and said, "Higher. Show me your cute panties."

I was getting nervous but I raised it higher. He then said, "Very nice. Do you always wear cute underwear?"

I was wearing white cotton panties with flowers on. I was surprised at how he could see with my tights on. He lit the rolled up cigarette and passed it to me. I said, "These are just the type of panties I like to wear. I find them comfortable."

He was looking intently between my legs and I knew I was getting wet. I had never received attention like this before. He added, "I like the patterns you have on your underwear. They are very cute. You must want them to be seen as they do not add anything to your comfort."

I felt slightly ashamed and crossed my legs. He undid his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers. His cock was so hard and I took a deep drag as I took it in. As I let out the smoke I inadvertently blew it on his cock covering it in smoke.

He said, "I have been rock hard since the first day I saw you. Every time I watch you smoke I find it so irresistibly sexy. I want you to see what you do to me."

The head was already letting out pre-cum. In that moment all I could think about was the cigarette between my lips and that hard cock. I didn't think about how old he was or that he had a fat belly or his pathetic comb over. All I was thinking about was his cock.

I felt his hands on my thighs running up and down my legs. He commented, "You have sexy legs."

The potency of the nicotine seemed stronger in this rolled up cigarette and it was making me light headed.

His hands were working up to the top of my thighs and I took deeper drags as he inched closer to between my legs. I instinctively opened my legs to give him easier access. He took the invitation and began to rub between my legs.

It felt so good and I moaned as I exhaled the smoke. I was getting so turned and his touch was gentle and firm at the same time. He seemed to be so good with his fingers. He began to gently circle my clit and my moans became louder.

The cigarette was between my fingers as the sensations took over. I leaned back in my seat and opened my legs wider apart raising my feet onto the seat.

His rubbing became harder and he pressed hard against my clit. The sensations were driving me crazy and I was panting like a slut.

He then said, "Cum for me, Princess Slut."

I came hard and not like I had ever done before. The orgasm was so strong it felt like my eyes rolled into the back of my head. It took a while for me to regain my composure. He then pointed to the seat and I had soaked the seat with cum. My tights were completely soaked, "You really are a horny slut."

I felt ashamed. I stubbed out the cigarette and rearranged my skirt before leaving. Before I could close the door he said, "Same place. Same time. Tomorrow."

Despite my feeling of shame I knew I would be back.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

I was nervous the next day unsure of whether I should be doing this but in those 15 minutes I was able to escape all my other problems.

I found myself eagerly waiting for my break. I could not wait to be in Henry's BMW.

As I approached his car he opened the door for me. It was nice to know that he had been waiting for me.

As I sat down he said, "You have been looking very beautiful today. I really like this new lipstick."

I was wearing a cherry red lipstick. I don't know what made me choose it but I liked that he noticed.

He had a way of looking me up and down that sent shivers down my spine. There was obvious perverted intention in his eyes.

He then began to undo his belt and said, "I need to get more comfortable."

He pulled down his trousers and boxers enough to expose his cock. He was already hard as a rock. I could not believe he was already so hard.

He took out a packet of cigarettes and said, "You know our deal."

I looked at him and asked, "What do you want?"

He eyed up my breasts as he replied, "Unbutton your blouse to start with."

I looked at him with scorn but deep down I enjoyed his perverted attention. I opened the buttons on my blouse and he was able to partially see my black and white striped bra. He opened the flaps of my blouse so that my bra clad breasts were now exposed to him. He began to run his fingers down the two straps on my shoulders. I sighed as I felt his touch, unable to hide my heightened sexual state. I desperately needed that cigarette between my lips and I asked in a slightly frail voice due to my sexual need, "Can I have the cigarette now?"

He worked his fingers down to my bra cups and ran them over the top of the cups. The gentle teasing of my skin over the outline of my bra was driving me crazy. I had a need to smoke that was building and that craving was doubling with a sexual craving from his touching. He ran his fingers across the top of the cups barely touching my breasts and then meeting his fingers in the middle. He then sat back in his seat and opened the cigarette packet. He took one out and said, "Take off your bra without taking off your blouse and pass it to me."

The craving was so strong within me that I was unable to refuse any demand. I removed the bra awkwardly, I had to partially take off the blouse before putting it back on over my naked breasts. As they came into sight he took a deep breath and I saw his cock throb and precum begin to appear on his head. I passed the bra to him and he took it to his nose and sniffed it deeply.

I felt a shiver run through as I witnessed this perverted act. He took out a cigarette but before passing it to me he dipped the filter part of the cigarette in his precum. He then placed it between my lips. I could smell and taste his precum between my lips. In a strange way it really turned me on.

I took a deep drag on the cigarette the taste of the cigarette had another edge with the saltiness of his precum. It heightened my arousal even further.

He reached behind me and released the clip from my hair. I had my hair up in a bun as it is really long and reaches down to mid back.

It flowed down in front of me and partially covered my breasts. He drank in my body, "You have gorgeous tits."

He began to run his fingers over my breasts. The lightness of his touch sent shivers down my spine.

He began to cup my breasts like he was weighing them in his hands. I took a deep drag and closed my eyes as I felt his hands on my breasts.

His touch became firmer and he began to grope my breasts and gently squeeze them. I was enjoying the feeling and I could feel myself getting wetter.

He moved his fingers to my nipples and began to circle the areola. He then began to press on the points of nipple. My nipples were stiff already but his pressing was making them engorged.

He began to pinch them lightly and I moaned with lust. The pinching was really turning me on.

He then began to roughly squeeze my breasts. With every squeeze he would lift and pull my breasts and finish by pinching my nipple hard. The mixture of pain and pleasure was driving me crazy. He repeated this several times.

He then began to kiss my breasts. The softness of his kisses felt so nice just after the hard squeezing. He was avoiding my nipples and kissing the soft flesh of my breasts. I used my free hand to direct his bald head to my nipples. He was deliberately teasing me and began licking around the areola. He was so good at this and I almost never wanted it to end.

He then sucked hard on my nipple. I let out a loud moan. He sucked so hard I could feel my nipple pop. I was getting close to my orgasm. He alternated between my breasts.

I was so close. My cigarette had finished but I needed to cum before I left. He was really rough with my breasts now. Squeezing them really hard and biting the soft flesh of my breasts. He then squeezed my breasts together so that my nipples were together and put both nipples in his mouth to suck. I came so hard that I had to bite on my arm to stop myself from attracting attention with my moans.

He stopped after my orgasm and I sunk back in my seat trying to get my composure.

I asked, "I need my bra back?"

He said, "I am keeping it."

With that he put it in his pocket. He then asked, "Did you say you went to St Anne's High college?"

I looked at him with a strange look, "Yes. Why?"

He said while squeezing my thigh, "Did you ever wear the long black and yellow stocking socks?"

I had put my clothes together now. My breasts felt really sensitive rubbing against my blouse. I said, "I usually wore the tights as I did not feel comfortable wearing the socks but I did wear them for a semester. Why?"

He said, "I want you to wear them tomorrow. Not the tights but the socks."

I asked, "Why do you want to me to wear them? It is just a strange request."

He tried to explain, "Since you told me you went to St Anne's I have pictured you in the uniform and wondered what you would look like. I would love to see it."

He was a real creepy pervert but this was the only escapism I has in my nightmarish life so I said, "I will think about it."

I then rushed back before anyone would notice I was late.

That night I went through my old clothes. I had not worn those years and was unsure if I could find them. I finally found them. They were cotton socks that went just above my knee. I had put on a lot more weight since then but they were still a good fit if a little tight. They went to just above my knee.

The socks were a little childish so I wore a long skirt so no one at work would notice the socks.

It was getting to the break and I had to admit wearing the socks had turned me on all morning. I always felt covered with my tights. But with the socks, I only had my panties under my skirt.

I went to car with a mix of anxiousness and eagerness. As soon as I sat in the car Henry immediately began touching my socks. There were no cigarettes being exchanged. He only wanted one thing.

He began to grope my socks covered legs. I did not resist as I was looking forward to this but he was more aggressive than usual.

He muttered, "I bet you were a fucking horny collegegirl slut."

Only if he knew how straight laced I was. There was something about him that was giving me the creeps. His hands went under my skirt to my exposed thighs.

He wasted no time before beginning to rub my pussy through my panties. I opened my legs for him.

He said through heavy breaths, "I want to French kiss your horny teen mouth." He was really giving me the creeps by referring to me as a collegegirl and teen but I was also turned on and kissed him eagerly.

He pulled my panties down and hooked them out of one leg. They were left around the ankle of my other leg.

He undid his pants and climbed on top of me. It was at that moment I realised that the only other person I had sex with was my husband. Even though it was a forced marriage that meant something to me somewhere. I had saved myself for marriage but now I was going to have sex with a fat sweaty old man.

I stiffened up as climbed on top of me but his sheer size forced my legs to part. He began to rub his cock against my lips and I could feel them getting wetter and soak his cock. He gently entered just the head into me. I was filled with guilt and need at the same time.

The need was always going to win and I wrapped my legs around him pushing him into me. I let out a loud moan as he entered me fully.

He was pressing me down with his weight and I felt powerless. My legs were wrapped around him and my arms around his neck as he pumped into me.

He was breathing heavily into my neck. He grunted, "I always wanted to fuck one of you St Anne's collegegirls. You looked so slutty with your long socks and short skirts."

It was at that moment I realised he did not care who I was or what I felt but I was just a vessel to live out his depraved fantasies.

I tried to push him away but he was too big. He then said, "I'm going to cum."

I was such a fool I did not contemplate the consequences of my actions. I was not on the pill and he was not wearing a condom, "Pull out. I am not on the pill."

He grunted, "You cock teasing slut. You want my cum."

I tried pushing him off but he was not moving. I kicked and punched him but he came inside me. I felt violated and used all over again.

He eventually rolled off back into his seat. I could feel his cum trickle out of me. I did not return to work. I felt emotionally dead inside.

I went to take a morning after pill. I did not need the risk of pregnancy ruining my life.

I was despondent for the next 2 weeks. I did not know where to go. I was unable to return to work and my life at home was not getting any better.

I sometimes thought that maybe Henry was right that I had been leading him on but I felt sick at the thought of his cum being inside me. It made me think about my wedding night and how different things could have been.

***

Wedding Night

It is meant to be the most special day in your life but for me it was nothing but a nightmare.

I was dressed in a beautiful red sari as is tradition for my family. I had spent the night before having henna painted on to my hands. I adorned the most beautiful jewellery but it only masked the pain I was feeling.

I cried myself through the ceremony and by the end of the night I was upset that my choice had been taken away.

I was shepherded towards the matrimonial room but before I entered my mother whispered, "You are now a wife and you must do everything to please your husband."

Once I was away from the pandemonium and people my strength began to recover. I was not going to let myself be downtrodden in this way and I was going to take back control. He may be my husband on paper but I was never going to treat him that way.

He entered the room a few minutes later and he had a grin on his face that only seemed to make me angrier.

I was sat on the bed and I got up as he walked towards me. I did not want to give him any false hope, "I never wanted this marriage. I don't love you. I will never accept you."

The grin was wiped off his face and he seemed incredulous, "Do you know what my family has given up for this marriage? I have sold my father's lands to pay for this wedding and your precious clothes and jewellery."

I was not going to back down, "I never asked for your jewellery or this lavish wedding. I never wanted any of this and I never wanted you."

He grabbed the gold choker around my neck and snatched it off my neck causing a sharp pain in my neck and I held my neck in shock, "You spoiled brat. You do not deserve any of this."

He all of a sudden grabbed my hands and pinned me to the bed. His movement was so swift that I did not have time to gather my thoughts and my head was spinning at this sudden turn of events, "I pity myself for marrying such an ungrateful brat but I will make you my wife."

He let go of my hands to unwrap my sari but I tried fighting him by kicking and punching him. He sat on my legs and I tried to struggle to move them but I was unable to do so due to his weight.

He slapped me across my face so hard that I was sure it would lead a mark. I held my face in shock. He used this opportunity to tie my hands above my head with his scarf.

He began to hitch up my sari and I tried to struggle but I felt helpless in my state. He loosened his pants and pulled them down to let out his cock.

I looked away not wanting to see it. He had hitched up my sari to my waist. He then began to feel me between my legs. I felt I was going to die from the shame of the situation. I had never imagined losing my virginity in such a degrading manner.

He commented, "You say you never wanted any of this. But why are your panties so wet."

I felt so ashamed in that moment and almost screamed, "You are a fucking pig. You sick bastard."

He tore my panties from my body and I felt them tear against my body, "That is no way to speak to your husband." I went to respond but as I opened my mouth he filled it with my panties. I could taste the wetness on my panties and it added to my shame that my arousal was so evident.

I tried to clamp my legs together but he roughly separated them. He began to rub his cock up and down wet pussy. I knew I was wet and as much as I hated this, my body was giving in. My hips involuntarily bucked and pushed up against his cock.

"Your wet cunt is drowning my cock in your cum. You are a horny slut. I was hoping for a virgin on my wedding night but I am stuck with a bratty English slut."

I welled up with shame. I wanted to scream that I was a virgin at the arrogant bastard but that would probably give him more satisfaction.

He pushed the head of his cock into me. He was gently moving it in and out of my lips. My hips were betraying my feelings as they moved with his rhythm. My hips began to move forward trying to get more of his cock. My body was on fire and his rhythmic teasing was making my body yearn for me.

I imagined picturing myself dressed in my beautiful sari and jewellery. I had the most beautiful gold bangles. The most beautiful gold ring and gold ankle chain. The dress was so expensive and heavy that it weighed me down during the ceremony. It was now bunched up at my waist as I was being defiled by my husband dressed in my finery.

He pulled out to my disappointment when my body was hoping for more. He then tore my petticoat and began to grope my breasts.

My nipples were hard giving away my increasing arousal. He took one into his mouth and bit it roughly. He repeated the same with the other.

This caused a feeling of pleasure and pain that was making me reach boiling point. His attack on my breasts continued as he roughly squeezed and sucked on them.

I could only moan into my panties. I felt so ashamed that I was being turned on during my own bang.

I could feel my hips move my body so that it was taking more of his cock. I could feel him at my hymen and it hurt slightly.

He pushed against it and I bit down on my panties due to the pain.

"The slut is a virgin after all."

He then pushed in hard taking what was left of my innocence.

The initial pain was unbearable but it soon passed and he built up a good rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building deep inside and I was pleased my mouth was stuffed with my panties as he would not be able to hear my moans of pleasure.

He then to my shock pulled out until only his head was inside me. He undid my hands and he took out the panties.

He then asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

I could feel my body bring him back inside me. My body was giving my answer but the pig wanted to hear it from my lips. I knew I would hate myself but in that moment I needed to cum more than anything else, "Don't stop."

He pushed in a further inch keeping me on edge, "What am I?"

I said through gritted teeth, "Don't stop, Husband."

He then thrust into me roughly and I could not help myself from putting my arms around him. I came loudly unable to contain my moans from my first real orgasm.

***

As I thought about my wedding night I wondered if I had treated Vijay badly. Was I a brat?

I wanted to move forward with my life and the only way I could do this was to forget about these men and try to reconnect with my old life. I missed my old boyfriend and I wanted to reconnect with him.

I tried to call my boyfriend but his number was disconnected. I called one of our mutual friends Ayesha to try and get his new details. But she was not answering her phone. So I tried to find her on Facebook and that is when I saw her relationship status. "In a relationship with Jay Adams."

I was furious that she was in a relationship with my ex. I felt betrayed. I left her an angry message. She called me back the next day. If I felt betrayed it was nothing compared to how I felt now. She told that they had been dating long before I went to India. Jay thought I was frigid and he wanted a girl that "put out."

Why did all men have to be such pigs?

I was stuck at home, no job, no boyfriend and no prospects. I had nothing but time to contemplate my decisions.

My thoughts always went back to Vijay. I tried to think about things from his point of view. Our parents had arranged our marriage when he was a young boy and he waited all his life for me to be at marrying age. He sacrificed everything for me and gave up a lot to be with me but I threw it back in his face. Maybe I was a brat? But he took away my choice or was it my parents and he was just innocent in all this? It was only on our wedding night that I told him of my feelings. I wanted to give him a second chance.

I tried calling him but his mother answered. She said he was travelling in Europe and she does not know when he will be back. He needed a fresh start somewhere.

I spoke to my mother about it. She said he is no longer waiting for me and he has come to Europe to study.

She apologised for the marriage. She said it was a mistake that her and my father regret. She said it all happened when Vijay was a young boy. "His father was ill and on his deathbed your father promised his father that he would marry you and Vijay to unite the two families. It was unfair to Vijay as he was older and would be at marrying age but they had made a pact.

Vijay was a successful lawyer in India and he had turned down many proposals as he waited for you. He put his life on hold for our dreams and we made his life a nightmare. When we believed you were ready we took you to India and thought you would understand once you were there but you were not able to take the responsibility. I am telling you this because I don't want you to blame Vijay. He was a victim in this just like you and it was our fault, your parents."

My mother broke down as she told me this and I hugged her beginning to understand why Vijay was so hurt on our wedding night.

After my experiences I wanted to live my life again. I always wanted to do my masters in Art in Paris. The city always had an appeal for me and I needed a break from my circumstances. My parents felt guilty about what they put me through and agreed to my wishes.

I had settled into a shared apartment in Paris. It was expensive but my parents were paying and I was beginning to enjoy my life.

It was late in the evening as I was doing research for my assignment. I needed a break and went to the drinks machine which was located in the corridor as I walked through the doors I heard someone that sounded familiar. I looked up and I was frozen still in shock. He had not noticed me as he was talking to some girl. He finally looked ahead and saw me, we exchanged awkward looks and he was also slightly shocked.

The girl asked him, "Vijay, are you ok? Do you know this girl?"

It brought us out of our awkwardness, "Oh. Yes. This is Anjali. Anjali this is Anne."

Contd...

[Blue Bull]

Anne seemed surprised and said in her French accent, "Oui. How do you know her?"

I raged with jealousy the flirty tone that they had been talking in. I had no reason or right to be jealous but I retorted, "I am his wife." I then stormed off.

I could hear Vijay apologise to Anne, "I am sorry. I promise I will explain."

I stormed back to my desk in a rage and buried my head in a book as I cried. I hated Anne she had this sexual confidence that was obvious with her skinny figure and sexy accent. All these emotions were taking over and I could not control myself.

A few moments later I saw Vijay enter the room looking for someone.

I knew he was looking for me and I had to face him in a mature way sooner or later. Why did he have to be here of all places?

I went up to him and we found a quiet corner.

"You did not need to say that to Anne. I am sorry for the way I hurt you in the past. I was a different person and I have learned a lot since then."

I tried to explain, "Just seeing you again has really upset me. Are you sleeping with Anne?"

He said, "It is not about Anne. I want to sit down and really talk. We can't do that here whispering in the library. Come to my place tomorrow evening. Please just give me this one chance to explain."

He left his address on a note and passed it to me.

The next evening I went to over to his place. He had rented a studio flat overseeing the Seine River. I almost walked away several times but in the end I mustered up the courage to go to his apartment.

I had dresses up. I wore a low cut top and a tight skirt. I was chunkier than Anne but I did not want to just give up.

I knocked on the door and Vijay shouted it is open. He was in the kitchen busily cooking away. He said to make myself comfortable at the dining table. He came over and poured two glasses of white wine. He invited me on to the balcony where the view was beautiful, "Thank you for coming. I wanted to talk to you freely. I am sorry for the marriage and everything that happened between us including our wedding night. But I want you to listen to my side."

I nodded for him to continue, "I was at my father's bedside when he died. I was only a young boy. His last words were to me, 'you are to marry Anjali, you are to love and cherish her and only her.' So when you ask me if am sleeping with Anne or anyone else. The answer will always be no because the promise I made to my father was to love you.

I did not know you did not want the marriage. I always thought you wanted the marriage and that is why I waited for you. After the wedding it was obvious that you did not want it and I made my way to Paris to start afresh. I am sorry that I caused you so much pain."

I felt sympathy for him. Something I never thought I would feel, "My family did not explain anything to me. I was given no time to get to know you or understand you. It was forced upon me before I could think. All I wanted to do was run away and hide. But that night you made me your wife."

He seemed surprised, "I won't fight a divorce. You deserve to be free."

I did not want a divorce, "Sometimes the best things we have, are things we have not chosen."

I explained, "The more I understand you and get to know you. The more I realise I love you and I will only ever love you."

He pulled me into him and we kissed. We did not kiss on our wedding night and this was our real kiss. As our lips intertwined it felt right. I closed my eyes and became lost in the moment. I felt his arms come around my back and he then pulled our bodies closer together.

I let my tongue slip into his mouth and soon our tongues were interlocked. I could feel his hands move lower on my back as the fire was growing inside me.

I felt his hands grope my ass and give them a hard squeeze. I felt his hands continue to grope and squeeze my ass as our kiss became more intense. He found the zipper on the back of my skirt. He pulled it down slightly and that allowed it to fall down to my ankles.

I could not believe that I was semi naked at a balcony in Paris for the world to see. His hands began to fondle and grope my ass further over my panties but they were to prove not much of an obstacle for his wandering hands as he soon had my panties sliding down my leg to mid-thigh.

I felt his hands explore every crevice of my ass and pussy. I undid his belt and began to undo the button of his jeans but he stopped and we broke the kiss. Both of us were breathing heavily.

He then said, "I want tonight to be special for you."

He moved me so that my back was against the balcony ledge. He kneeled in front of me gently caressing my legs. He lifted my leg and began to rub and caress my foot. I felt his lips on my feet. It felt so good to be worshipped in this way. I could feel him take my toe into his mouth and suck on it. I arched my back and held on to the balcony ledge.

He then began to kiss up my legs. My panties were still mid-thigh and he slid these down and removed them.

He was kissing up to my thighs and I parted my legs inviting him further in. He began to kiss around my groin. My body was in so much need. I knew my wetness would be evident and I could feel it trickle down my leg.

He lapped at my wetness and I eagerly waited for his attention between my legs. He then began to lick my lips and I let out an audible moan as I felt his tongue against my wet lips.

His gentle teasing rhythm continued as he began to kiss and nibble at my lips. His hands were gently running up and down my legs as he continued to caress me.

His tongue felt like heaven against my lips. I needed him to focus on my clit.

He all of a sudden lifted my legs onto his shoulders and it took my breath away as my only support against the balcony ledge was my back and arms. I clamped my legs around his head pulling him deep against me.

I could feel his tongue snake around my lips and it was driving me crazy, "Please lick my clit," I begged.

He eventually obliged and I used my legs to pull him tighter against me. His tongue was aggressively flicking my clit. His hands were caressing my ass as I began to enjoy the rhythm of his tongue against my clit. I was dripping and I knew I would have soaked his face and my legs were cutting off his air supply.

His hands spread my cheeks and I could feel his finger caress my asshole. As his finger began to enter my asshole I moaned at this new intrusion but my asshole tightened against his finger.

He then sucked on my clit pushing my senses into overdrive. My orgasm took over and I arched my back and threw my head back. My head was over the balcony and the only thing keeping me grounded were my legs around his head.

He pulled me back and we both collapsed on the floor. It took a while for me to get my breath back. I looked over at him and he was still fully clothed with his face dripping with my cum juice.

I smiled and giggled thinking how cute he looked. He looked at me and held out his hands in a "What?" Gesture. I just went up to him and sat on top of him. I took his face in my hands and kissed him.

"I am lucky to have you. You deserve so much from me," I said after breaking the kiss. I began to remove his t shirt and pulled it over his head. I began to kiss his hairy body. I started at his shoulders and chest. I kissed down to his stomach.

I kissed down to his jeans and began to undo them. He stopped me by putting his hands on my shoulders and said, "You don't have to. I only care about your pleasure."

I continued undoing them, "I care about your pleasure. It is my duty as your wife."

I pulled down his jeans and boxers so that he was completely naked. I loved seeing him naked and it felt right that I should also be naked. I removed my top and bra.

I bent down and took his hard cock into my mouth. It was juiced up with precum and already tasted salty. I was licking his head and I loved seeing his reaction as I licked the underside of his head.

He placed his hands on my head directing me to take him deeper. His hard cock began to slide into my mouth and I used my tongue to run over it.

I was slowly bobbing my head up and down on his hard cock. I loved sucking on it and I could feel the head of his cock expand in my mouth.

He began to move my head more aggressively taking him deeper. I began to gag on his cock bur this only caused him to fuck my mouth harder.

I squeezed his balls to try to make him slow down but it caused him to cum down my throat. But I guess it did make him stop.

I swallowed his cum and licked his cock clean. I loved the taste of his cum.

I snuggled up to him on the floor. After a few minutes he got up and picked me up, "You are my Queen. I want to take you to bed."

He carried me to the bed and I did feel special. I loved this new loving feeling with him.

He was pushing my hair out of my face and this gentle movement caused a real warm feeling within me. I felt a real love and affection for him. I did not know why I did not feel this from the beginning.

His hands ran over my naked body and the touch gave me goose bumps. He whispered into my ear, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I will love you forever."

He lifted my head to look into my eyes. The fire began to burn inside me again and I kissed him deeply. My hand searched out his cock from between us and I began to stroke it. It seen went from flaccid to hard.

He was leaking precum and I used my thumb to spread it over the head of his cock. I needed it inside me. I turned him on his back and got on top of him. I was gently rubbing against his cock soaking it with my wet pussy.

"I need you inside me," I moaned as I began to slide his cock inside me. I felt completed as his cock entered me fully.

I started to ride him slowly, my breasts swaying in front of him. He grabbed a hold of my 34D breasts and squeezed them hard. I held his hands against my breasts as they pressed them hard.

I began to ride him faster the harder he squeezed, "Yes. Yes. Squeeze them hard. I love it."

This encouraged him and he was squeezing even harder. I could feel my pussy squelch against his cock as I grinded against him.

He began to slap my breasts and it initially took me by surprise and I acted in shock but seen the fire inside me burned even more and I was being pushed to the edge.

I moaned, "Oh. Oh. I am so close. Please spank me harder."

He was spanking harder and I was so close. He then said, "Your pussy feels too good. I am going to cum inside you."

I felt his cum shoot deep inside me and it triggered my orgasm and I had the best orgasm of my life. I collapsed on top of him. We both fell asleep and my new life with Vijay started.

== ==

[Blue Bull]

She Needs More

(My best friend's wife finally comes to me for more.)
By: Marriedaussie

"Ohhh fuuuuuuck," she cried, the soundproof walls catching her screams. Her long expletive rising in pitch until my hips rested firmly against her ass.

"I... Ugh....I...oh ffuuu-" she stuttered, her eyes rolling into her head as she struggled to adjust to my length.

I have to admit, although I've wanted this for an age, I never expected it to actually happen. To finally have my cock buried in my best friend's wife.

But it's just pure bliss.

-

If I was being honest, I've wanted her from the first moment. She's gorgeous, obviously. Her mom and dad are Chinese and Caucasian, respectively. And they made a stunning daughter. I can still remember when she introduced herself at her new Bible study, her legs crossed, her black hair in a ponytail. "I'm Rebecca," she squeaked, her voice barely making it across the room.

I could barely tear my eyes away from her on the first night. I'm not bad to look at, just pretty average. At 5'11 and 150 lbs, I'm a little on the slimmer side but with some decent definition.

All they is to say that I had enough confidence to approach her on that night. Sadly, it wasn't long before the bomb dropped. Engaged. Her fiance was moving into town next week.

-

I expected to hate him. He was engaged to the woman of my dreams. But he was too damn likeable. Smiley and charasmatic, it took him roughly five seconds to win me over. His fiance was still the subject of my fantasies, but I couldn't help but like him.

Apparently we had a lot in common, including a shared taste in women apparently.

Their wedding was the hardest day of my life. Literally. She looked amazing in white, causing me to find ways to hide my erection through the full service. Right until the newlyweds made their rounds with the guests.

"James! Hey!" Lachlan exclaimed, his face flushed with happiness and wine. Throwing his arms around me, he pulled me into a hug. "Soooo good to have you here man."

"It's been an amazing day guys," I reply. "You both look absolutely amazing," I say, looking over at his blushing bride.

"Glad to have you here, James," his bride whispered as she pulled me into her own hug. Her lips on my ear, her perfume drifting through my senses, I couldn't stop it. I could feel her stiffen against me as we hugged and I knew she could feel me.

I nearly jumped back in my haste. "Glad... Uh... To be here," I recover, smiling widely. "I'll let you guys get back to your guests, but... Uh... You both look amazing." Rebecca's eyes were still wide with a bit of shock but Lachlan pulled her along and it wasn't long before she was happy and smiling between guests.

-

We didn't speak about it after that. Although, on particularly wild nights I'd see her staring, quickly turning her head when I'd meet her eyes.

Those nights were my favourite. We might have been faithful church-goers, but a little alcohol goes a long way.

Lachlan, in particular, didn't need much.

A few drinks in and he'd be spilling all sorts of beans. Loudly he'd proclaim the details of their sex life to me. Rebecca would blush, hiding her shy face in her hands. He'd go on, but the details were.... Boring. He seemed to enjoy it. But it sounded vanilla as hell. Eventually someone would shut him up, but every guy in the room would be shuffling in their seats, struggling to cover the rising tents in their pants.

-

And then today happened.

I've always had mixed feelings about having church at night. But most people my age are there, so why not?

This week I was on welcoming. Standing at the door, shaking hands, smiling, and having small chats. A usual Sunday night, until she walked in.

I've fantasised about Rebecca A LOT. But today she seemed to determined to blow every fantasy of her out of the water.

It could've been a scene from a movie. First, her black high-heels appeared under the door, her legs clad in sheer black stockings. Then as she stood, her face became visible. Her silky black hair tied into a high bun. Her makeup flawless and natural, but with a bold red lipstick.

My jaw was already scbanging along the ground. But when she closed her car door, I had no hope. Nearly skin-tight, her little black dress hugged everything. And fuuuck me was I jealous of that dress. Her neckline dipped just enough to show the beginnings of cleavage, but still remained high enough to stay as a tantalising mystery. She held her clutch in hand and swayed her way to the entrance.

"Rebecca! Hey," I recovered. "Great... Great to see you!"

"Thanks James," She smiled. The warmth in the smile was nearly enough to knock me on my ass.

"Is Lachlan inside?" She asked, cocking her head slightly.

"Yeah, yeah. He's just in band practice," I replied, stuttering a little.

"Good. Well I'll... See you inside," she purred, looking me up and down and touching my arm as she walked past.

My heart was beating a million miles a minute, and it took me a second to clear my head before the next person walked inside. Rebecca had found some friends and was hugging and shrieking. From behind she was even more incredible. Her legs seemed to stretch forever. And her ass seemed to come straight from my dreams. The hem of her dress only covered her magnificent ass by a few inches and when she'd stretch for a hug it would lift to just below the curve of her ass.

The next hour or two were definitely going to be a struggle. I couldn't leave my post yet, but I was off the bathroom as soon as I could to relieve some pressure.

Thankfully, it wasn't long before the MC was heard, welcoming people into the service and encouraging them into the main auditorium. Typically, welcomers wait a few minutes before we leave foyer and join the service, but I was just about ready to burst.

"James."

I nearly leapt into the air as the quiet voice called from behind me.

"Rebecca. Hey, what's up?" I queried, turning to face the bombshell.

"Do you have a sec? I was hoping we could chat."

"Yeah! No, let's chat," I smile. "What's up?"

She bites her lip softly and looks a little shy. "Maybe you should come with me," she beckons, watching to make sure I follow before she turns to lead the way.

Even though I am curious as hell, I still can't take my eyes away from her swinging hips and she walks. Her ass is like a eye-magnet and I'm stuggling to tear mine away.

She leads us towards the auditorium entrance but ducks into a side door before we enter. It's the 'crying room' for nursing mothers and upset children. Obviously I've never had a need to go in there, but I was surprised at the size of the room when I walked in.

A long couch lined the back wall, accompanied by a long coffee table. On the opposite side of the wall was a big glass window which I knew to be one-sided. The room was charcoal grey and the walls were lined with soft padding to absorb the sound of crying children instead of disturbing the congregation.

A soft click sounded as I surveyed the room and I turned to see Rebecca locking the door.

"So what's going on?" I ask, facing her properly.

"James... I don't really know where to start with this."

Even though she looked sexy as all hell, her nervousness somehow made her all the more endearing.

"Look, you've heard the trash that Lachlan spouts. You probably know more about my sex life than anyone. I just... Want you to know that it's all lies."

She looked down and took a step closer to me.

"I'm not happy. Lachlan is great. I love him. He's nice and fun. But every now and again I just... Need something."

She took another step. Now only separated from me by a few inches.

"In a word. You. I. Need... You."

At the last word, she places her hands on my chest and looks up. Our eyes meet and I nearly melt.

"I know how you feel about me. I've... Felt how you feel about me. And all I'm asking for is a little... Release."

Her perfume is intoxicating, her red lips seem to pull my gaze like a lighthouse on a headland.

"Lachlan wants me nice and sweet. He wants the same position at the same pace on the same nights. And frankly... I just want to be fucked."

My heart is racing. Her fingers claw at my chest.

"I want you, to take your big, thick dick. And make me scream," She whispers.

"I want you to take me right n-"

I don't let her finish. In a single move I step forward, bend to kiss her, and push her against the door.

I crave her. Her lips are incredible on mine. In an instant her tongue is dancing with mine. The tension between us is flashing in white hot moments. The moment her fingers skipped into my hair. The moment my hands gripped her hips. The moment her stocking-clad leg crept up to my waist, supported by my hand behind her knee.

"Fuck... James," she moaned into my lips. I push hard with my hips, the bulge in my pants rubbing between her legs. Her dress has ridden up her legs, exposing more of her and meaning I can push almost directly against her panties.

"God damn I've wanted this for soo long," she says as my kisses move to her neck and ears.

She lowers her leg from beside me and smiles at me wickedly.

"And I've wanted this for even longer," she smiles, her hand sliding down my chest and over my very obvious tent. My knees nearly buckle as her delicate hands touch me for the first time.

"Not as long as I've wanted you," I retort. "I love Lachlan, but I've wanted you forever."

She gives me a sexy smirk and looks down at her hand, now rubbing my dick, almost giving me a hand job through the material.

"Oh really? Because I haven't noticed all the staring."

She slowly squats in front of me, her hands trailing down my body, moving to my belt buckle.

"I hadn't noticed all the shifting, trying to hide your tent."

My buckle comes off and she works to undo the button.

"I hadn't noticed all the times you sat next to Lachlan with laser focus as he told you about our vanilla sex life."

My pants drop to the floor and she nearly rips my boxers away. My cock springs free and nearly hits her as she squats with her back to the wall.

"Because if I had noticed all of that, I would've been dripping wet every single time."

My looks hungrily at my thick meat and takes a long, slow lick up the shaft.

"If I had noticed, I'd have gone home horny and had disappointing sex with my husband while I imagine taking this."

Another lick, her tongue moving from base to tip as her eyes are locked with mine.

"It's a good thing I didn't notice, because if I had, I'd have dressed like a slut, taken my husbands friend into church. And done this..."

With a devilish grin, she swallows me. In a single movement she takes every inch of my dick down her throat and stays. I can feel her throat muscles flex and squeeze as she tries to breathe. She's determined though and stays.

"Ohhh fuck," I cry, unable to articulate anything else. "Bec... Ah fuck! You're amazing."

She pulls back and takes a deep breath, her saliva coating my coat in a thick sheen.

"Fuck I'm keen for this," she smirks and takes my cock in her hand and begins to work magic with her mouth. Her tongue wraps tightly around my head and her lips begin to bob, up and down my shaft. Her red lips stretching around my width as she lovingly tends to my head.

"Fuck!!! Bec..." I moan, putting my hand against the wall to steady myself and the other in her hair.

She pops off of my cock and smiles sweetly.

"Yes?"

Immediately she takes one of my balls inside her mouth and sucks lightly, her hand working my shaft.

"Oh FUCK!" I yell, forgetting where we were for a moment, then comforted by the soundproof room.

"God you're amazing. I want to give you everything that idiot won't give you."

She smiles and releases my balls.

"Is that a promise?" She asks sweetly.

"A guarantee." I reply.

"Good," she purrs. "Because I want you to fuck me good and hard."

Her hand is still working my shaft, twisting and sliding along my length.

"I'm not after love-making. I want to be fucked. I want you to treat me like a slut and make me scream for you. Is that still a promise?"

I take her head in my hands and lead her lips back onto my cock, pushing my hips forward as she begins to take it.

"Fucking guaranteed." I reply, then pull her head all the way down my cock.

"You're going to be my slut," I begin, my hips bouncing inside her mouth softly.

"You're going to come to me when you need that release."

Her hand moves between her legs as my cock moves in her mouth.

"You'll let that husband of yours do what he needs. But I'm the one who does what you need."

Her hand moves faster between her legs as her nose repeatedly makes contact with my hips.

"Lachlan can boast as much as he damn likes. But I'll know who's slut you are..."

I can feel myself starting to go, the pressure in my balls building in intensity.

"Fuck... Bec... It's... Oh fuck"

Her head moves faster over my dick even as I pull her harder.

"I'm... Oh.... FUUUUUCK!" I roar, my cock exploding inside her exquisite mouth. Ropes of cum coat her tongue as she struggled to keep up. Her head still bobs over my head, taking my full load between her lips.

My knees buckle, but I recover as Rebecca finally releases my cock. She stands and smiles sweetly in front of me.

"Who do you belong to, slut?" I smirk.

"I'm all yours," She whispers, opening her mouth to show me the cum plastered inside her mouth. She swallows and smiles again before I kiss her hard.

"That mouth is wicked," I smirk, pulling back from the kiss.

"And it's all yours," she smirks in reply.

"I'll take it. But I'm certainly not stopping there."

"Oh? What more could you want?" Rebecca smirked, bending over the coffee table with her hands down on the surface.

"Oh I'm going to take it all," I smirk, kneeling down behind her phenomenal ass. Her dress only covers half of her ass. Her black, lacy panties peek out from below, just barely covering her pussy.

"Fuck," I moan, lifting her dress over her ass and peeling her panties down. Rebecca kicks them away and spreads her legs, giving me a full view of her pussy. The scent of her sex is sweet, intoxicating me and filling the room.

"This is the food of gods," I moan and drag my tongue along the lips of her pussy. She tastes incredible and she shivers as my tongue teases her.

"Manna from heaven," I moan and bury my tongue inside her opening. She moans loudly and her elbows wobble, stuggling to support her.

I take that as a good sign and dig deeper, my tongue seeking her centre. She moans even louder and in response I reach up to graze her clit.

That nearly does it for her. Every joint in her body begins to quake, including her knees and elbows which are the only thing keeping her up.

I could finish her there. I could make her scream, collapsing onto the floor as her body writhes in the pleasure of blissful orgasm.

But I'd rather wait.

She's nearly dripping with the anticipation. Her protests when I stand are almost enough to make me keep going. But I know she'll enjoy this so much more.

It's only when she feels the head of my cock against her opening that she stops the protest. Her moans begin again. She turns her head and smirks back at me.

"Pleease," she purrs. "Use your little slut."

I smile back at her and push. My hands grab her hips and hold her steady as my dick starts to stretch her lips.

There really isn't a greater sight in the world than watching a hungry pussy devour a cock. What seems like such a small opening suddenly splits as it accommodates the incoming length.

"Fuuuuuck," Rebecca moans as my head pops inside her.

"God I need more of this. Stretch me. Take me. Fuck me," she begs, panting as she struggles to adjust to my thickness.

I'm more than happy to oblige and inch by inch I slide my cock inside this married whore.

"Ohhh fuuuuuuck" she moans, as I sit with my length inside her. She's so ready to fuck that she's already trying to bounce her ass on me. Her tight pussy still adjusting the my thickness and she's already squirming under my grip, trying to push against me.

"Are you ready?" I tease, smirking down at her. I really can't get over how amazing her ass is, resting against my hips. Her legs spread wide to welcome me inside her.

"Mmhmm" is all that she can muster and I smile, taking my cue to fullfil every fantasy I've had in the last few years.

And I do. Pulling out until only my head remains, I wait for a moment. I wait until she whimpers, begging for it.

And then I fuck her. With full strength I sink my cock deep inside that wet, married pussy. My hips slam against her ass and she screams. Again and again I bury my cock deep inside her, using the full strength of my hips to get as deep as I can.

With every thrust, she screams.

"FUUUCK!! JAMES!! OH!! OH!! OH FUCK ME!!"

The sound of our reckless fucking fills the room even as the scent of our union permeates every corner.

"YES!! YES!! OHHH FUCK I'VE NEEDED THIIIIIS!!"

Her screams reach a fever pitch as I snake one of my hands into her black hair and pull. Her back arches and suddenly my cock is hitting different spots, going deeper and hitting them harder.

"AaaaaahhhhHHHHHHHHH"

With my hand in her hair, I can pull back even as my hips push forward, giving me even more force.

Her pussy is so fucking incredible that it takes all of my willpower to pull myself out. But I have other plans.

Her knees wobble as I remove myself, but she stays standing as I turn her towards me.

I slip the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and let the whole thing fall the the floor. She's stunning. Slim. Soft. Beautiful.

Her breasts are encased in a lacy black bra to match her panties and as I stand in awe, the unhooks it and tosses it across the room. Her tits are perfect, bouncing slightly as she does.

Unable to hold myself back, I sweep her up into my arms, my hands under her ass and lift her into the air. Her legs wrap around my waist and I kiss her again. Our tongues dance as I walk her to the wall and push her hard against it with my body.

"Yes," she moans as she feels the head of my cock resting below her pussy.

"Yes James!" She says loudly as my cock starts to split her lips again.

"Fuck Yes!!" She cries as I lower her down my shaft.

"Gooood yes!! Nail me to this fucking WALL" she screams as I drop her onto my cock and begin to fuck her again.

Her arms are around my neck and she uses every ounce of her strength to bounce for me. Slamming herself down with every upward thrust as I sink my thick cock deep inside her soft pussy.

Her clit rubs against my hips as she comes down and she begins to scream as my cock brings her to orgasm.

"JAAAAMES!! I NEVER.... FUCK!! IVE NEVER... FUUUUUUCK... OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUCK "

Her screams are so fucking loud that I'm worried someone would have heard but as she writhes and cums over my cock I look out the window to see no-one has noticed.

Even now, she's still trying to bounce on my cock with the reckless abandon of a woman with a single agenda: to make this orgasm last forever. I take one of her tits into my mouth and bite down on her nipple and she screams again, her pussy clenching even as it spasms under the waves of orgasm.

I smirk as she unwraps her legs and climbs down my body. As soon as her legs hit the floor, they collapse. I only manage to catch her at the last moment and lift her to her feet. She wobbles a little unsteadily but remains upright.

"What?" she whispers. "You're done already?"

I smirk and look down at my cock.

"Far from it. I was just thinking it's time to change position."

I pull her naked body towards me and kiss her again. It's a little softer, and little slower but still hungry.

"I want you to finish inside me," she whispers. "I'm your slut. I want your cum."

"Ohh fuck. With pleasure," I moan, walking her to the one-way window.

I spin her around, facing the window. All of our friends and family were gathered on the other side, blissfully unaware that this sweet, innocent girl is currently having her back blown out by her fuck toy.

My hands wander over her frame, hugging her from behind. They settle over her amazing, size C tits and play. She moans, pressing her ass against my cock and grinding. I moan into her ear, whispering filthy promises to her as she dances, teasing my dick.

"Fuck you are sexy. Your poor husband has no fucking clue. He's probably thankful for his beautiful, faithful wife."

I pull back, lining my head up with her sweet lips as she pushes her ass towards me.

"I wonder if he has any idea what a slut his wife is. How much she looooves a hard, touch cock."

As I speak, I start to sink myself inside. She begins by moaning softly, rising in intensity as I get deeper and deeper. She gasps when I'm fully buried and turns her head to look back at me.

"I'm only your slut," she whispers, then kisses me again with those full, red lips. Her tongue plays with mine as our hips start to move in sync. My fingers play with her tits as we slowly fuck in front of the window.

Building speed, she struggles to maintain our kiss, only diving in between her gasps. Her moans get louder. Her hips start to push harder. The sex becomes hungrier. Faster and faster. Harder and harder until she's screaming again.

"Ooooooo fuuuuuuck this diiiick!!" she cries as I ram her against the window.

My movements are so hard that she falls against the thick glass, her face and breasts pushed hard against the pane. I move my hands. One slides into her hair, the other on her hips. And we fuck loudly, only separated from the congregation by a sheet of glass.

Her ass juts out and gives me a better angle and soon I'm pounding her.

"James. JAAAAMES!!" she screams out. "Yes! YES!!! OH FUCK ME! OH FUCK. ME."

I'm close to my orgasm and I can tell that she's approaching another, the heat of our act only fueling her desire.

"Bec. Oh... Fuck! I'm... Going... To.... FUUUUUUUUUCK!!" I roar, my cock spraying it's load inside her pussy. I slap her ass and feel her lips clutch my cock, milking me just as she screams her loudest yet.

"YEEESSS JAAAAAAMES!!!!"

I keep going, fucking her though both of our orgasms, cum dripping down both of our legs.

"YES!! Yes! Yes," she cries, getting softer as her orgasm subsides.

I pull my cock free and watch as our mixed cum streams down her stockings.

"That might take some explaining," I smirk.

"I don't see a problem," she replies, scooping some onto a finger and popping it into her mouth.

"Fuck. You really are a sexy slut," I moan and kiss her again.

"I'm yours whenever you want me," she purrs. "Take me whenever, wherever. Just promise to fuck me like that again."

"Guaranteed," I reply, kissing her then breaking away.

"Ready for church?" I tease, walking over to our discarded clothes.

"Hahaha now I am," she laughs, dressing herself again. "All I needed was a two loads of cum and a whole lot of cock."

"Happy I could help," I smile, buckling my pants.

"I suppose I'll see you next week," she smirks, opening the door and walking out just as the service ends.

"Or maybe sooner," I say to myself, leaving the room a second after and joining the milling crows as they exit the auditorium.

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[Blue Bull]

A Player's Romance
(Can a womanizer truly fall in love?)
Category: Romance.
By: Olympus Mons90

It was lunchtime on a Tuesday, I was heading to a café in the city to meet up with my girlfriend Trish. We have been together for about three months now, and I was enjoying our relationship so far, more than I thought I would.

A bit of context here, my name is Mike Oliveira and I'm twenty-nine years old. I work as a Sales Rep in the city, I'm divorced and while not rich, I'm doing fine. Trish, or Patricia which she hates being called, is a twenty-five year old divorcee herself, she a 5'7 brunette with lovely big tits and shapely legs, It was both of those features that attracted me to her at the club when we first met. Trish also works close by as a travel consultant, which she gets to enjoy the perk of occasionally traveling a bit for free.

"Hey gorgeous, love the dress you're wearing today, it matches your lovely blue eyes."

"Could you be any smoother Mike?"

"Hey, it's in my job description."

Trish just shook her head at my obvious platitudes and went back to perusing the menu.

"Phil asked if we would be interested in going out to dinner Thursday night, what do you think?"

"What just the three of us?" Trish enquired.

"Nah, he has a date. He's probably trying to show her what nice friends he has so he can get into her pants quicker."

"You two are such players, I wouldn't be surprised if you try and get into them as well."

"That depends."

"On...?"

"If you are joining us, we haven't had a foursome yet."

Trish again shook her head but smiled this time, then stepped up to the counter to place her lunch order.

I have to add here that I never thought that three months after meeting Trish, well, that we would still be seeing each other much less in a relationship. My intentions were to fuck her a few times, then move onto the next woman that caught my eye. She wasn't lying when she called me a player, I have successfully been picking up women since I was in my late teens. Even while I was married to my first wife, I kept playing the field and sleeping with a new woman every week almost. So much so that she found out and we got divorced.

Trish on the other hand was married at twenty, a marriage that lasted for a few years to a man that cheated on her repeatedly. So, you're probably wondering why in the hell would she want to be in a relationship with a guy like me that cannot keep it in his pants? I'm not sure, she has dated a number of guys since she was divorced, so maybe she is just playing the field now too.

We found a table to sit at and began to eat or lunch. I quietly sipped on my juice as I looked at Trish's pretty face. She is smart, interesting and funny, not to mention great in bed. It is easy to want to spend time with her, what I wasn't sure about was why she wanted to spend time with me outside of the bedroom? Why are we here at this café three months after what should have been a few fun rolls in the hay?

"Can I ask you something Trish, about us?"

"You're not going to ask me to move in, are you?"

"No, that's not my question."

"Okay then, you had me worried for a moment."

"Why are we here?"

She looked at me puzzled, it was not about where we were sitting, but about us, our relationship.

"You're not happy dating me Mike?"

"Of course I'm happy dating you, I'm just trying to figure out why we are dating at all?"

"What do you mean?"

"You knew who I was the moment I started chatting you up that night. You also knew what I was after and you gave it to me just a few hours later."

"It was a good night, I enjoyed myself. So, what's your problem exactly?"

"Why didn't we leave it at that? Why do I still want to see you every day, and why do you let me?"

Trish looked at me while taking another mouthful of her salad, just looking into my eyes like she was trying to figure that question out herself.

"I like you Mike, I enjoy spending time with you. I'll admit that I only ever intended on fucking you a couple of times at first as well. I'm not sure why we are still here together. Neither of us has stopped seeing other people these last three months. Maybe it's just that we've been honest about what we're doing, where we're at."

"And where is it that we're at?"

"Look Mike, after my divorce I decided I wasn't going to be the victim anymore. Over the last year or so I have dated several men and slept with all of them. And I will continue to see other guys. I'm going to have my fun too."

"I get that, and I'm happy about that too, believe me. But are you saying that because we both enjoy fucking other people, that is why we are here right now?"

"Kind of, we can be more honest with each other. I don't have to justify myself with you, and I like that. I don't get upset when you pick up some pretty young thing at the club, nor do you get upset when I go out on dates with other guys. So, we can just be us."

I nodded and bit into my bagel. I never contemplated that after my divorce I would actually want to be with someone in a relationship. I'd been enjoying myself, fucking a lot of sexy women. Some were single, some had boyfriends, more than a few were married. It didn't bother me, I enjoyed fucking them all, and they enjoyed me fucking them. Nearly all came back for more. A part of the thrill is getting them to want to be fucked, the chase if you will.

The married women and the single girls were less fun in that aspect, they are too easy. Especially the young naïve girls you could sometimes meet, still looking for that handsome prince charming mixed with a bit of a bad boy persona. They want to believe anything I tell them, too caught up in my good looks and confident charisma, it's like taking candy from a baby. For the married women it's a different approach, they want the sexy confident guy who can keep secrets.

It's the women with boyfriends I enjoyed chasing the most, watching how they struggle with wanting me while trying to stay loyal to their boyfriends. It makes the sex more fun because they are usually caught up in their emotions more, with both the thrill and guilt of cheating. It makes the sex more passionate, more intense. Those are the women that cum the hardest when I fuck them with my thick cock.

With Trish, she didn't fit into any of those categories, she was single but definitely not naïve. The sex was also surprisingly good. Some people you just click with a little easier in the bedroom, and that was us. If you're wondering why I sleep with so many women, well, It's because I can. I'm sorry for those guys that aren't good looking, or that don't have a clue about women, either thinking of them as sweet princesses or as total sluts. Those guys just make my job easier.

It was Thursday night when I picked up Trish in front of her apartment, she looked great in a little black dress that struggled to stop her large breasts from falling out. She was going to turn a lot of heads tonight.

"Hey handsome, good to see you on time for once."

"Hi Trish, you look great. I can't wait to take that dress off you later."

"Who said you'd be the one undressing me tonight?" Trish replied with a cheeky smile.

"So, we're doing the foursome tonight then?"

"No, I might just like one of the dashing waiters at the restaurant and have to take care of myself."

"As long as I can join in we're all good." And gave Trish a wink as I drove us to the restaurant to meet Phil and his date.

We got to the restaurant and found Phil's table, he was there with a sexy young blonde named Bree. Phil and I used to work together but have remained friends since. We enjoyed catching up for beers, going to the gym, or going to clubs together to pick up women and sharing some on occasion. Like me, Phil had little trouble getting women into his bed, he always joked he had more trouble trying to get them out of his bed then in.

After introductions and ordering we settled in for a nice glass of wine.

"So, what do you do Bree?" Trish asked.

"Oh, I'm a senior majoring in economics."

"You're still in college? How did you meet up with Phil?"

"He knew one of my friends." Bree responded, looking a little sheepish.

It was obvious that Phil had already fucked her friend, and well, women talk. Bree was obviously keen to try out what her friend had already sampled.

"Are you looking to make an honest man out of Phil then Bree?"

"Oh god no, I already have a boyfriend." Bree giggled at giving this revelation.

"Are you two serious? You and your boyfriend?" Trish was enjoying figuring out Bree I think.

"Yeah, we will probably get married after we graduate. There's no rush just yet, I still want to enjoy myself a bit first."

"And does your boyfriend know you're here tonight? With Phil?"

"No way, he would have a heart attack if he knew I was here."

Phil then interjected before Trish gave Bree any second thoughts.

"So Trish, why are still seeing this lout? I thought you would have wised up by now?"

"I don't know Phil, maybe I just love his big cock too much to let him go."

"Hey. Come on guys, you are going to scare Bree with all this talk." I interjected.

"No, it's okay Mike, I like hearing about big cocks." Bree added with a sexy giggle.

"Well, you just wait and see what I got for you for dessert." Phil responded as he gave her a little kiss.

Trish then leaned over to me and whispered in my ear.

"Were you joking about that foursome earlier? I might just be interested if you're serious."

Well, this was a development. Trish chatting to the naughty young Bree has stoked her fire.

"I'm sure I can arrange something with Phil, we can go back to his place after dinner if you like."

Trish nodded back to me, as our meals arrived.

We arrived at Phil's place or should that be palace. A definite player's palace. The decorations and furniture seemed like they were straight out of a high-class brothel, even down to the oversized jacuzzi in the main bedroom. And Phil got good use out of it too, there was no end to the line of woman that wanted to sample his super fit body and large cock.

Trish and I took one of the love seats in the lounge room and Bree settled in on the other while Phil went into the kitchen to make us some strong drinks to get us in the right mood. Trish didn't waste time and leaned in and started a deep wet kiss with me.

"Ooh that looks so sexy" Bree commented.

Trish slowly broke our kiss and looked over to Bree.

"Why don't you come over here and try it for yourself."

Bree giggled then got up and sauntered over to our love seat, kneeling in between Trish and myself. Trish then surprised me again by leaning into Bree and starting a long wet kiss with her.

"Hot damn, you guys started without me." As Phil walked over giving us our drinks.

Phil then knelt on the floor behind Bree and started to fondle her breasts, feeling down her sides to her ass then back up again as Bree began to kiss Trish once more.

I reached under Trish's little black dress and began to gently rub her pussy, I could already feel it's dampness on the outside of her thong. I slipped the thong to the side and inserted a finger which drew a quick breath from Trish.

Bree began to moan and broke the sensuous kiss she was sharing with Trish, I knew that Phil had just like me, began to insert his fingers into Bree's wet little pussy.

"I want you to undo his pants for me Bree." Trish stated in a low calm tone.

Bree was smiling at Trish as she moved her hands over to my pants and began unbuckling.

"I hope you don't mind sharing Phil?" We had shared woman many times, but it was always good to ask.

"As long as we are all sharing." Phil then looked over at Trish and gave her a wink.

"Of course, I always wondered what you were hiding from me Phil." Trish smiled back.

"Well why don't you find out then Trish." As Phil got to his feet and moved around to the side of the loveseat so that Trish like Bree could start unwrapping her present.

I raised my hips so that Bree could pull my pants down, but when she did, she had pulled my boxers down with them and my semi-hard cock flopped out for all to see.

"Oh my, you're very big Mike." Bree said a little surprised.

"Just wait until he gets hard." Trish added.

Without waiting Bree grabbed my cock and leaned forward to put it straight in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck yeah Bree, you're such a naughty little girl, aren't you?" I encouraged her.

Bree didn't answer that, she just looked up into my eyes as she continued to suck on my growing cock. Then I heard Phil groan and looked at Trish beside me to see that Phil's large cock was already in her mouth.

"Well Phil, this is how every good dinner date should end."

"Absolutely Mike, abso-fucking-lutely!"

My cock was now hard, and Bree was fond of licking it up and down and staring at it a little, I was assuming she had not seen a large cock before.

"How do you like that cock Bree? Is it as big as you're boyfriends?" I asked teasingly.

"It's way bigger, I love it. Look, I can't even put my hand around it." God, I love these nasty young girls.

Bree went back to sucking my cock, as Phil then moved back around behind her, raising her dress and pulling her panties down, then without waiting, he started to slowly push his cock inside of Bree.

She groaned loudly on my cock, then withdrew with her eyes closed and that expression on her face that was a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Trish then stood and placed her leg over me, pulling her dress up as she lowered her pussy onto my cock. She was facing away from me, and as she slowly slid down my cock Bree would have had the perfect of view of us right in front of her.

Again, Bree pleasantly surprised us as she leaned forward and began to lick both my balls, and then Trish's clit with her tongue as Phil began to thrust deeper into her.

Before long Bree was having her first orgasm of the evening, and it would be the first of many. Trish was not far behind her, as she lay back across me and turned her head so we could kiss as she continued to ride my cock, that with Bree paying attention to her clit was enough to send her into her first for the evening.

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom guys?" Asked Phil.

With that we all stood and made our way there, quickly downing our drinks on the way.

"I want you two to sit on the edge of the bed." Commanded Trish, and we did as we were instructed.

Trish and Bree then knelt in front of myself and Phil respectively and began to suck our cocks again. After a few minutes, Bree followed Trish's lead as both of them hopped up on top of us to begin fucking us in the cowgirl position. Trish lifted her dress completely off as I was looking up to those magnificent tits as they sprung free above me. I began to fondle them as Trish began to grind down on me.

Trish then leaned forward and gave me a deep sensual kiss as she continued to grind on my cock. She then whispered to me.

"This is so much fun, I should have tried this before."

"We're just getting started, just wait and see how you feel after we have both fucked you senseless."

Trish was still facing me, looking into my eyes and smiling, then leaned in and kissed me again. Goddamn I thought to myself, this is the first woman I truly have feelings for since my ex-wife. Not jealous possessive feelings like some idiot guys, but an actual connection with her as a person. I really was enjoying being with Trish.

After a few minutes, Trish looked over to Bree riding on top of Phil's big cock, she was getting close to cumming again. Trish then leaned over and they both kissed, this seemed to inspire Bree to her second orgasm of the night. With her cumming, Trish then came herself, turned on by Bree no doubt.

"Let's swap Bree, I want to try out Phil for a bit."

Bree looked into my eyes and smiled with a sexy grin before hopping off Phil and moving across on to my cock. Her pussy was tight, though she had not yet learned to milk a cock with her vagina muscles like Trish did, the tightness itself was great to feel. She closed her eyes and she pushed down on me to take all of my cock inside.

"God this is so naughty, fucking two big cocks one after the other." Bree said to no-one in particular.

"You won't get to meet too many guys like these two to fuck in your life Bree, you should enjoy it tonight." Trish added as she began to ride Phil with more intensity.

"What do you mean Trish? You can fuck us whenever you want, not just tonight. I will happily fuck Bree as many times as she needs." Phil responded as he groped Trish's big tits while she rode him hard.

"But I'm not married and I'm with Mike. Bree will go back to her boyfriend. She needs to cum as many times as she can while she's here."

"True, but you're forgetting the part where I don't care if she has a boyfriend, I will still fuck her whenever she wants me to." Phil looked over and winked at Bree while she was now bouncing up and down on my cock with a passion.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum again." Bree responded to all this talk.

"That's it you naughty little slut, show my cock how much you love it!"

With that Bree's body started shaking and groaning loudly, with her eyes tightly shut as she leaned down to my chest letting her orgasm take her.

"That's so fucking hot, fuck me harder Phil, I need to cum too."

Phil began to pound up and into Trish with ferocity, it didn't take long before Trish herself was climaxing as well. I then spun Bree over to her back, but then stood up off the bed looking down at this hot young thing as she lay there with her legs open, that pretty waxed pussy looking up at me. So, I knelt down at the edge of the bed and pulled her body towards me so I could taste that sweet young pussy of hers. Phil had other ideas and turned Trish around so that they were in a 69 position.

After bringing Bree to another orgasm with my tongue, I raised up and pushed my cock inside of her, slowly at first then with harder deeper strokes. I learnt down to her face and kissed her, she gives very sensuous kisses, very passionate. As I started to pound her with all of me now, I could feel her next orgasm begin to stir. I kept up my pace and forced her over the edge, still kissing her deeply as she climaxed.

Phil had been fucking Trish in doggie, but we both swapped again so that Phil could fuck his date once more. I rolled Trish over onto her back up the bed, then lay on top kissing her deeply.

"I am enjoying tonight way more than I expected, this is so much fun." Trish whispered to me in between kisses.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, I know I am."

I slowly started to slide my cock inside of Trish, I wanted to fuck her slowly this time, to savor it a little. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my back, pulling me in so she could kiss me deeper. I could hear Bree lying beside us moaning wish short sharp breaths as Phil had mounted her.

I focused all of my attention back on Trish, right now I wanted to enjoy the connection we were feeling as I slowly fucked her deeply, our mouths entwined in each other's.

We fucked like this for twenty minutes, just holding each other tight, kissing passionately. When I finally climaxed right after Trish, we held our embrace and continued our long sensual kiss. Finally, I rolled off her, looking over at Phil and Bree. Phil had already gone to the bathroom, Bree was laying on her side facing us, watching closely with a huge smile on her face.

"Wow! That was so fucking hot watching you two. You're in love with each other right? No way people fuck like that if they are not in love." Bree exclaimed.

Normally I would have said no, it's not like that. But actually it kind of was, I was falling in love with Trish so I didn't answer. I just gave Bree a smile and then looked into Trish's eyes before leaning in for another kiss.

After we had cleaned up, we made our way back to the lounge room, but Phil wanted to keep the night going.

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