Message-ID: <43512asstr$1058879403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <200307220655.h6M6tq2L094877@mailserver1.hushmail.com> From: "Davis" X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2003 23:55:51 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Unintended Consequences Complete {Davis} (FF, FFM, MMMF, Blackmail, Cuckold, Fdom, Mdom, Anal) Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2003 09:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge {ASS} Unintended Consequences Complete {Davis} (FF, FFM, MMMF, Blackmail, Cuckold, Fdom, Mdom, Anal) <1st attachment, "Unintended (all).txt" begin> Unintended Consequences Complete FF, MF, MMMF, Fdom, Mdom, cuckold, blackmail, anal This is my first story posted to ASSM. This is a mixture of truth and fiction at the beginning and becomes more fictional as the story unfolds. The first half the of has posted in several segments. The new material begins with Chapter 15. Please feel free to make comments to me at davis989@hushmail.com by: Davis INTRODUCTION It all started with a Christmas Card. An old high school friend sent us a family photo at Christmas last year. My wife took one look at Kathy and said, "Damn, she still looks good!" I took one look at the photograph, I had to admit that my wife was right. Kathy looked as good as ever. We had all grown up together. Jane, my wife, and I had been best friends since we were 9. We were 31 then and had been happily married for 14 years. Our relationship was one of complete trust. Neither of us had any secrets, we had known each other too long. She knew all of my old girlfriends (Hell, she had set me up with most of them) and I knew all of her old boyfriends. Having been close friends during those awkward teenage dating years, we talked openly about people we now found attractive. That is for everyone but Kathy. Kathy was different. She is the only girl that has ever compared to Jane. She is "that" girl. Every guy has one. She is what might have been. The one girl you can never forget. Not because you regret what you have, but because she is the unknown, the fantasy. Seeing her in that picture again, after nearly decade, and hearing my wife's commentary on her beauty brought back a flood of schoolboy dreams that had never truly gone away. The remarkable thing is that Jane knew that all along. Jane and I met when my family moved to Florida. My father is a preacher. When I was 9, he accepted a job preaching for the church where Jane's family attended. For the next 8 years Jane and I were inseparable. Many other friends moved in and out of our lives, but our friendship never faltered. Every time she made a new female friend, it wasn't long until I dated her. We have often joked that the reason we ended up together was that she ran out of friends and had to date me herself. I still remember the day our friendship changed forever. The date was August 23, 1987. It was a Sunday afternoon. We were both 16 years old. I drove her back to my house after church that morning. That was nothing unusual, we often spent Sunday afternoon together. I guess my parents had gone out to eat that day because we had the house to ourselves. Again, there was nothing special about that. We had spent so much time together in last few years that neither of our parents took a second thought about leaving us alone together. The afternoon started like so many before it. I was watching the USA play Brazil in basketball in the Pan-Am games (we lost that game btw). Jane was relaxing on the couch. We started rough housing like we had always done. I probably started it. And I am sure that I started by tickling her. But even that day, it was never in my conscience mind to try anything at all with her. Somehow in our playing, we ended up lying on the floor with Jane on top. What happened next has been on going argument for 15 years. I say she kissed me and she says I kissed her. Truth is, it doesn't matter. Aside from being my best friend, she was a beautiful young lady. I have always fallen for the same kind of girl. I like women who are short, with dark hair and complexion and curvy. Jane was all of those things. She was just an inch or two over 5 feet and weighed about 115lbs. She was half Puerto Rican and living in South Florida her skin was always a golden brown. Her flowing dark brown hair and deep dark eyes completed that fiery look that always gets me. But it was her curves that had always captivated me. Growing up she had always had breasts developed well past her age. At 16, she wore a 34D bra. On her frame, they were stunning. Our friendship had never hidden her beauty from my eyes. So as we lay on the floor and I saw that look in her eyes, it didn't matter who acted first. That first kiss was electric. It was not the first kiss of two nervous teens that had just met. But it was a kiss 8 years in the making. It was the first kiss of true love and life-long friendship and commitment. We both knew it. That first time together was wonderful. Years of trust meant that none of anxiety and fear of rejection hindered us. We didn't make love that day, but the freedom we gave each other to explore the other's body left no doubt that that day was coming soon. She wore a sleeveless, pink dress that buttoned all the way down the front with large buttons. It was long, reaching closer to her ankles than her knees (we had just come from church after all). Quickly after our tongues began filling each other's mouths in that first kiss, I began to slip each of those large pink buttons from its hole. As her dress opened and her bra came in to my sight for the first time, her hands also began moving under my clothing. She unbuttoned the dress shirt I had worn to worship. Her bra came next. It clasped in the front so removing it was a simple quick flick of the clasp and her breasts were free. There they were more incredible than I had ever imagined. Their shape was perfect. They weren't sagging, nor were they the kind that slopes down and turns up at the nipple. They were perfect mounds. Her nipples were the kind I liked. They stood straight-out. The aureoles encircled each nipple tightly. I was in heaven. I was with the best friend I had ever had, the one with whom I knew I would be spending the rest of my life and her body was the body of my dreams. Eagerly, I began to caress and suck on her tits. She also was continuing to explore my waiting body. No girl had ever touched my cock before. But it felted like my dick was meant to be in her hand when she opened my pants and slid her hand under my waistband. We lay there kissing and stroking for several minutes before moving to my bedroom. Once in bed, our clothing was removed a little more and the heaving petting grew more intense. Just moments before my parents walked in the door, her stroking of my cock made me cum for her for the first time. My friend was becoming my lover. We saw each other daily after that. Our intimate sessions grew more passionate. Before long, most of our time alone was spent naked in her bed. At the beginning, our encounters ended when her hand-job caused me to cum. I began to finger her pussy some. She countered by giving me my first blowjob. All of this could lead to only one place. And on April 7, 1988, it did. We were on her bed as we had been so often. She was top and slowly guided by throbbing cock into her virgin pussy. I wish I could tell you that the sex was great but after 15 years of learning her body, her desires, and her secrets, I am embarrassed at what we thought good sex was. I couldn't have lasted more than a moment or two until I sprayed her cunt for the first time. I had never popped a cherry and the amount of blood startled me. I'm glad my first time was with her. We were two young virgins growing up together. We were also addicted and naive. We fucked almost daily. But never stopped to think about the consequences. The inevitable happened. By late May, she was pregnant. On August 23, 1988, one year to the day from our first kiss, we were married. Kathy entered my life when I was about 14. She was almost 16. I met her at a softball game. From the first moment I saw her, friendship was not an option. Like Jane she was exactly my type. She was about Jane's height and weight. And like Jane she was dark and curvy. I didn't find out much later, but her bra size was identical to Jane's. She was Hawaiian and so had dark brown hair and eyes. There was one difference between them. Kathy was an athlete. She played basketball and volleyball in high school. Her body was harder than Jane's was. This gave her the best looking ass I have ever seen in a pair of jeans to this day. Kathy immediately became the infatuation of my life. I spent as much time as I could with her. We got along great. But no romance ever grew. I never knew why. Maybe I just wasn't what she wanted. Maybe it was that she was 18 months older than I was, which is a big deal in high school. Kathy went off to college and my opportunity was gone. I never really got over her. She was just gone and I had to move on. Enter Jane. Its not that she was my second choice, but that I never considered her. I knew she was gorgeous. But she was my friend. The truth is. I would have always chosen Jane over Kathy. But I never forgot Kathy. The years passed. Jane and I had three kids. We lost contact with Kathy. Despite my past indiscretions, I followed in my father's footsteps and became a preacher. That decision as you will see has a great impact on how my story unfolds. CHAPTER 1 So seeing Kathy's picture on that card was the first time I had seen her in 10 years. Like a Pavlovian dog longings of long ago came flooding back. To make matters worse, my wife placed the card on our refrigerator. Every day, there she was sitting there smiling, standing beside her husband. She was never far from my mind. And in my mind only is where she would have stayed if Jane hadn't stepped in and handed her to me. Six months passed. Kathy's Christmas card was still stuck on our fridge. The way things have turned out, I wonder if Jane did that intentionally to keep Kathy on my mind. In June, we received an invitation to an informal reunion of a number of our old friends with whom we grew up in Florida. Jane and I attended. So did Kathy. The day went well. There were about 10-15 old friends from Florida, a few spouses, and a handful of young children. It was enjoyable seeing these friends after almost 15 years apart. But Kathy was the center of attraction for me. The picture had not shown her true beauty. She was now 33. Her youthful features were still stunning. Her tits were full and firm. Her figure was athletic and curvy. And that ass, the subject of countless dreams, showed it was worthy of as much worship as ever. There was something different however. She used to have such a spark about her. She would laugh and flirt. Her eyes sparkled - but not now. Jane must have noticed this change also. Not long after we arrived she and Kathy went off in a corner and began talking. She found out that Kathy and her husband were having problems. Kathy pulled up her sleeve and showed Jane the bruises left from their last fight. The more they talked the shakier Kathy got. Having an old friend to lean on helped Kathy let go of hurt she had been holding on to for a long time. As the day came to an end, Jane approached me, "Davis, I'm worried about her. She needs a friend right now. The least we can do is drive her home. She only lives a couple of hours from here and its not far out of our way. She pretty depressed and shouldn't be driving." "No problem, babe," I replied, "You drive her car and I'll follow you two.'' About halfway to Kathy's, my phone rang. It was my wife. "Honey, Kathy just got off the phone with her husband. They had another fight. He sounded violent and told her not to come home. I think we should take her home with us. Ok?" "Whatever you think is best is fine with me," I answered. We arrived at my house about 3 hours later. Kathy looked horrible. She must have cried the entire 4-hour trip home. The girls got comfortable in the living room and continued their talk. I saw quickly that this was a girl's only session and excused myself. I drifted off to sleep hurting for an old friend and without thought that an old dream was about to come true. CHAPTER 2 My wife awakened me the next morning. She was sitting on the bed, slowing stroking my stiff cock. "Good morning, looks like you're up for a good fuck," were her first words to me. While I went through my morning struggle to wake up (Even with my dick in her hands, I hate mornings), she lowered her mouth to the head of my dick and gently began to encase my member in her mouth. Jane has always been an eager cocksucker and after 15 years of blowjobs, she is exquisite with my dick in her mouth. The feel of my penis slipping in and out of her mouth, her tongue carefully wrapping around the tip, and her hand gripping the shaft quickly had me out of my morning stupor and my cock throbbing for her pussy. As she worked my cock like a skilled craftsman with her favorite tool, my breathing quickened, muscles tensed, my balls began to swell and draw up. She brought me to orgasm so many times, she had seen this all before. She knew exactly when to stop to get the maximum effect. And she did. Right as I about to fill her well-deserving mouth with my morning load, she pulled of my dick. She looked up at me with her sexiest playful face and said, "Babe, I have something I need you to do." With a sly grin on my lips, I thought, "this woman is pure evil." She knew I rarely told her "no," about anything. In my present state, she knew I'd give her absolutely anything. My mind was racing. What could she possibly want? Jane hates being manipulated and so never does something like this unless she already knows I'm going to like her request. Her face showed the playfulness that I expected to come with her requests made as I am under duress. Yet, there was a seriousness and uncertainty in her eyes. I could not remember seeing such a genuine fear of rejection in her for a very long time. With my mind still searching for the reason for her nervous state, I said in my best casual voice, "Sure, whatever you want." What she said next left me speechless; "I want you to sleep with Kathy." I lay there stunned. She took this pause to press her body against mine and nuzzle her face against my neck. This pose is one she often takes when feeling insecure or needy. I knew this was no joke. Jane was asking me to fuck another woman. My silence lingered. Jane spoke again. Her voice shaky and her breath heavy against my neck, "Davis, she's hurting and its killing me. Her husband abuses her. He's breaking her spirit. They haven't had sex in months and when they did it was closer to rape than love. She needs some tenderness. I know you'll give her that and I want to help her." She paused for a moment waiting for a response I wasn't ready to give. She spoke again, "Beside I know you still think about her. You get nervous every time we talk about her. I saw your eyes when I showed her picture to you. I've even heard you say her name in your sleep. She needs you and you want her. Let me give you both something." Finally, I spoke, "You're serious?" She nodded. "Have you asked her?" "Yes. We talked about sex a lot last night. I told her what a great lover you are -- how concerned you are that I am satisfied. She began telling me how she has never had that. So, I asked if she would like to. She tried to hide her reaction, but I saw her eyes light up. She was hesitant at first, but once I convinced her I was serious she said yes. We kept talking about it and she is excited about it. I am too. She's yours if you want her. So?" "You'll have to give me a minute," I said. As I thought about what my wife had just said a flood of emotions and thoughts came to me. She was right I did want Kathy. But bedding another woman was something I never considered for more than a passing fantasy. Jane was and is a beautiful woman. She has always been an adventurous and enthusiastic lover. My life is full with her alone. There was no way that I was going to accept this offer if it would hurt my marriage. But the man in me was looking for a way to have my proverbial cake and eat it too. My wife stayed snuggled up beside me, her hand still slowly stroking me erect penis. A thought began to form in my head. 'I'll do it," I said, ''with a couple of conditions. First, you have to fuck her first." I have never had any serious fantasies about Jane with another woman and I am sure she has not either. But it made perfect sense. It allowed me accept her offer but put the choice back on her. If she were truly serious about this she would have to "cheat" first and cross a sexual line never crossed before. I really expected her to end the conversation at that point. Her reaction shocked me. "Define 'fuck'." "I mean I'll do anything to her that you do. If you kiss her, so will I. If you suck her tits, so will I. If you eat her out and finger her, I'll eat and fuck her. Whatever the two of you do, the two of us will do. It I'm going to step outside our marriage, you're coming with me." "I'll have to talk to her first. What's the other condition?" "Second, I cum with you only. This is for her pleasure not mine. Orgasms are very intimate and selfish events. Mine belong to you alone. I'll screw her any and every way she wants, but I cum with you." "Ok. I can live with the second condition. Let me go downstairs and talk with her about the first. Give us 30 minutes to talk it over. Then come down and we'll see." It was a long wait. I showered and dressed. When the time was over I began my descent. I still thought nothing was going to happen. Despite my wife's matter of fact reaction to condition #1, the odds still seemed long to me. These were two proper ladies. They were two "Christian" women discussing sharing a husband and a lesbian affair. To do this thing would violate so many beliefs that the three of us shared. Yes, long odds indeed. But then I never have been much of a betting man. When I entered the living room they were sitting on opposite ends of the couch. My wife patted the center cushion and I sat between them. Jane spoke first. "Well, we've talked. Neither of us is real thrilled about your first condition, but if that is what it takes, we'll do it." I was floored. Again, I sat dumbfounded. A nervous silence fell over the group. We sat for a moment, trying to avoid eye contact with each other. Jane took the initiative again. "What now?" "I guess that's up to the two of you," I replied. With that Jane stood up and extended a hand to Kathy. Slowly Kathy reached up, took Jane's hand and the two stood face to face. They started to walk out of the room. "Hey where ya going?" "To the bedroom of course," was Jane's answer. So I stood up and began to follow them. Jane and Kathy looked surprised at this. "I have to see what the two of you do so I'll know how far Kathy and I need to go." That seemed satisfy them. They entered the bedroom with me close behind. I took a seat in a chair we keep in the bedroom. The two girls stood at the foot of the bed facing each other holding both hands. They stood motionless for sometime. They were trying to summon the courage to cross a line neither had approached before. In unison each released one hand and moved it to the other's cheek. They stroked each other's face tenderly for a brief moment. Jane began to stroke Kathy's hair. I could see the tension begin to lessen. They were staring deeply in each other's eyes. Again, Jane acted first. She wrapped her hands around Kathy's face and gradually moved their faces closer together. She paused when their lips were almost touching. She waited for a sign. With an almost imperceptible tilt of her head, Kathy told her she was ready for their first kiss. The first touch of their lips lasted but an instant. Startled by the feel of another woman's lips, they both pulled back. The second touch was truly a kiss. Their lips began to shine as the kissing moistened them. They wrapped their arms around each other and began to slide hands up and down their backs. The kissing grew more intense. I saw mouths begin to open and the first appearance of tongues. Everything paused for a moment when their tongues met for the first time. But once they accepted this new sensation a new urgency could be seen in their foreplay. Watching my wife's first intimate touches with another woman, I realized how new this was for her. Not only that it was with a woman, but also that she wasn't kissing me. She had not known the excitement of the unknown for 15 years. I then realized it was my turn next. At that moment my dick was ready to explode. Combined with Jane's morning tease, the scene before me left me as excited I have ever been. A pause in the kissing brought my attention back to the girls. They stepped back from kissing. For the first time, I saw Kathy act first. She slid her hands down the front of Jane's shirt. She paused briefly to explore the shape of her tits through her shirt. Then more quickly, her hands began to pull my wife's shirt out from her jeans. With Jane's shirttail loose, Kathy slid her hands up around her back. She kept moving her hands upward until Jane's shirt was bunched around her neck. A second later, my wife raised her arms and her shirt was removed. Kathy quickly began to rub and kiss the newly exposed flesh. Her neck was covered by lips. Kathy fingers began to knead her flesh of her tits through the thin fabric of her bra. A small moan escaped Jane's lips. Kathy's tongue traced a line from my wife's sensitive neck, down through the valley of her swelling breasts, continuing down to her navel, and the tops of her jeans. With one hand cupping Jane's ass, Kathy used the other to unbutton and unzip the jeans preventing from going lower. Jane's jeans were now opened and being slid past her well-rounded hips. Lifting one foot then the other, my wife stood nearly naked before her new lover. Jane almost always wears thongs. That day was no different. She was quickly spun around as Kathy felt her bare ass cheeks. Still kneeling, Kathy face was even with Jane's shapely ass. She devoured it in her mouth. Her hands kept roaming over my wife's body. Finding the clasp to her bra, it was opened. Jane let it fall to the floor. With her mouth never leaving Jane's ass, Kathy tugged on the waistband of Jane's thong. An instant later, she was naked. As she turned her exposed back around. They spoke for the first time. Kathy says, "You are so sexy. I could stay here all day looking at you." "Not like that you can't. Strip for me. " Jane ordered. Eagerly, Kathy began shedding her clothes. At this point her back was to me. I saw her blouse open and fall to the floor. Her hands came around her back and her bra strap fell loose. Jane's eyes opened wide in admiration as the discarded bra fell to the floor. Kathy's pants came next. Then one wish was fulfilled as she rose from dropping her panties; I finally set eyes or her flawless ass. Moving to the bed, these two naked beauties began their love making in earnest. And they were beautiful. Apart from these two ladies, I had never seriously considered a sexual relationship with anyone. Lying naked on my bed, I saw the subjects of every meaningful fantasy of my life. I had known them both for nearly two decades, and their beauty had not diminished. These were beautiful, confident, mature women, sexy in a way that no 18-year-old could ever know. The kissing started again. Jane was laid on her back. I could see Kathy's tongue probing into Jane's mouth. Her fingers squeezing her nipples. Kathy slid off to her side. And began sucking on Jane's neck. That always drives my wife crazy. Kathy played with her breasts with one hand. The other was caressing Jane's stomach. In big circles Kathy moved her fingertips from her abdomen to her upper thighs. The circles grew smaller. Jane knew where this hand was going. She spread her legs. Kathy's nails scraped across her trimmed bush. She cupped Jane's cunt in her hand. They stopped moving. Their eyes lock. Gently, Kathy's middle finger pushed against her outer lips. It met no resistance. Jane was already moist. Without a sound, her finger entered her pussy. The base of her finger pressed against the hood of Jane's clit. Jane's hips rose to meet the intruding hand. Jane's pussy was finger fucked while they locked in another passionate kiss. Kathy moved again and positioned herself between her lover's legs. Her mouth descended. Her tongue wormed its way into the swollen folds of the offered pussy. It flicked across the nub of Jane's clit. My baby responded immediately. She loves to have her clit licked hard and fast. Her hips lifted repeatedly, trying to force her clit hard against the intruder. Her hands assaulted her own breasts. She rolled her nipples between her fingers. Kathy's tongue continued its attack. She inserted one finger, then another. Jane was close. Nothing is sexier than a woman on the verge of orgasm. I think I have never seen my bride sexier than right then. Her skin was flush. Her breasts were full. Her nipples were swollen and fully extended. Her mouth hung slightly open and the familiar moans of her arousal escaped it. She is indeed a beautiful woman. And it happens. She tensed. Her stomach twitched. My wife is no screamer. When she cums her whole body tightens and all the moaning stops. She is a woman captured in her own body -- unable to move and speak. I love watching her climax. They paused for a moment. Kathy slid back up Jane's body and they lay, face to face, tit to tit, and pussy to pussy. After a minute of gentle petting and light kissing, Jane whispered, "Your turn." Kathy was rolled over on her back. Jane lingered for moment taking in the woman now under her. Her breasts demanded attention. Being on her back made her abdomen sink and only served to highlight the swell of chest. Her breasts were youthful and firm. She had no tan lines. Her skin was a delicious golden brown, a tribute to her Polynesian heritage. Jane literally devoured Kathy. All of the trepidation with which this encounter began was gone. Her hands, mouth, and tongue roamed freely and harshly over her lover's waiting body. Jane reached Kathy's pussy. For I first time, I noticed she is shaved smooth. Jane ran her tongue along the smooth skin before sliding her tongue down to the dripping slit. Jane pulled Kathy's lips apart and traced her finger up and down a woman's pussy. I never dreamed I would see this take place. Damn, it's hot. As the sensations of Jane's teasing of her cunt took hold of Kathy, I noticed a difference in their arousal. Kathy was a talker. "Fuck me. Quit teasing me and eat me!" Jane's fingers spread Kathy wide and her tongue finds its mark. Her fingers pumped hard in and out of Kathy's tight slit. Kathy responded with intense moaning, She grabbed Jane by her hair and pushed her face hard into her. Jane's tongue moved from her clit and slid in and out of her pussy, fucking her like a nimble penis. "Oh yes! Fuck me! You bitch. Lick me faster! Oh God! Bite me! Bite my clit!" Jane's teeth struck their victim. Kathy's legs clamped down around my wife's head. Her body shook. Her screams of pleasure filled our room. The two new lovers fell together. They shared in a common release. I sat silently. For the second time today, I had been brought to the point of release and been stopped. I sat proudly, however. Soon I would share my wife's new lover, the girl I never had. Inwardly, I gloated about how great my plan is working out. If I had only known where this was leading I would have stopped it then. Chapter 3 The smell of sex hung in the air. The silence was broken by only deep, restful breathing of two spent lovers. The girls lay tangled on the bed. Kathy lay flat on her back. Jane's body fit closely to her side, her right arm and leg resting on Kathy's body. After day of talking and crying together, a short night's sleep, and a morning exploring a forbidden world, the two spent lovers silently drifted off to sleep. I sat motionless. The two loves of my life laying in each other's arms, their faces and breasts flush with passion was a sight too intoxicating to leave and too serene to disturb with words. After what seemed like an eternity, my emotions shifted. I began to feel guilt mixed with jealousy. Guilt because I felt like a thief of their intimacy and jealousy because I could not yet share in it. When I was sure they both slept soundly, I left them alone. I went downstairs and waited. The time passed slowly. My arousal sparked by Jane's wake-up call and enflamed by the lust satisfied upstairs continued to burn hot. Images of Jane and Kathy kept flashing in my mind. Memories of the sounds they made some familiar and some new rung in my ears. I felt like a child waiting for Christmas day to arrive. I knew a long awaited present was coming and the anticipation was frustrating. The delay only added to my arousal. The images of my imagination adding fuel to the fire. I often wondered what she looked like. Well, that I now knew. But I still fantasized about that first touch and kiss. I just knew it would be incredible. It would be a memory stored away for a lifetime. They slept for 4 hours. I watched every channel on the TV. I went to the `fridge so many times I could have told you the every item in it and its location. When I finally heard the floor upstairs creaking I took a sit on the couch a prepared for them to come down. Jane appeared first. Her hair was messy. Her make-up gone. She wore the same white terry-cloth robe she has worn around the house for years. I have always thought she looked fantastic in that robe. Jane loves to be warm. She is a Florida girl who has always hated the cold. That robe is her blanket. Whenever she wears it, it is like she is curled up inside a warm blanket. Right then was no different. She had that freshly sexed look as she pulled the collar of her robe around her neck. Her sleepy eyes and sly smile took the story of her morning. I couldn't help but think what a sexy and remarkable woman she was. Kathy was just a step behind her. She had no cozy robe to wear. She must have gone through my wife's draws. She came out wearing a piece of lingerie I have seen many times. It was one of my favorites. A simple light green, silk chemise. It hung just below her ass. It is not sexy in a "slutty" kind of way. Its delicate material just hangs loose where it should and clings where it should. It is the kind of garment that accentuates all the best parts of a woman without giving everything she has. Kathy wore it well. Her breasts filled the low-cut top well. Her nipples pushed on the silk ever so slightly. Below it, her legs flowed out. They were still firm and muscular, but just enough so. Her look was different than Jane's. Her eyes sparkled. She looked much more like the bubbly, flirtatious teen I had known years before. She was a touch nervous as she approached. I have to admit I was too. As she sat down, I couldn't help but stare at her arm. Just above her elbow on her left arm, there it was. The deep, dark bruise Jane had told me about as she asked about driving Kathy home. The bruise was clear. There were distinct impressions of each finger that had clutched this arm not long ago. It wasn't right. No woman deserved to be treated like this. Kathy deserved it even less. She had always been a kind and gentlewoman. I did not know this man. At the moment, I could not even recall his name, but I knew Kathy was too good for him. I knew she needed a better life. I also knew she was vulnerable. She had needs, emotional and physical, in her life that were going unmet. She would be reaching out to someone or something to fill them. If I had taken the time to think this through it might have changed what I did next. In my work, I had counseled with enough couples to see it happen. In my case, being a man, the wife would often gravitate toward me. She would see me at my best, saying all the right things to her husband - all the things she had always wanted to say. She never got the chance to see me at my worst. She never got to see me ignoring all of those same things when they came out of Jane's mouth. Counseling can be dangerous. Needy people come to you. Needy people are easily swayed and manipulated. Why I didn't see this clearly with Kathy, I don't know. No, that's not true. I did see it. I just didn't care. It's not right. It's just what I did. Little of what happens in my tale is "right" by the belief system I hold, but people, even good people, don't always do what's "right." And no matter what moral code we choose to live by, it's the times that we stray from that code that our lives turn upside down. I had already been an accomplice to my wife's leaving that code, and now I was about to join her. Internal conflicts or not, I was going to have Kathy. She sat cross-legged on the couch between Jane and I. And just as earlier in the day, an awkward silence grew. How exactly to initiate sex with another woman in front of your wife was not something I had ever considered before. But again, just as earlier in the day, Jane broke the silence, "Well, now it's your turn. She's a great fuck. Have fun." Not the most romantic or glamorous way to begin sex, but my wife seemed to be enjoying her frankness. So I took Kathy by the hand and began to march her back to the bedroom. This time there was no conversation, we both knew Jane was following us. Back in the bedroom, I saw the bed had been made. The girls had put on some romantic music. The lights were dimmed. Standing before such a beautiful creature, I felt like a teenager again. Never in the last 15 years had I worried about pleasing a woman. Never had I worried about any aspect of sex. I guess some people complain about marital sex becoming boring and predicable. I have never understood that. Sex is such a complex event. It's a symphony of love and life. Those early days of sex with Jane were wonderful because it was new, but the symphony was unpracticed and rough. Now, we know each other. We know each other's bodies, our likes and dislikes, and our moods. Each session together is the product of an orchestra's 15 years of training together. What stood before me was not that. It was the unknown. I knew this would be wonderful, but still short of what it could be. Earlier in the day, Jane had told her I was a great lover. The way many men seem to think, there is no way she could be right. I'm not a large man by any measurement. I stand about 5' 9" tall and weight about 155 lbs. My penis fully erect is only 7 inches. I suppose most women would choose a larger penis over a smaller penis in most cases. Yet, I am convinced that the way into a girl's heart is not through penis size. Most women seek to be secure in a relationship. Show a lady that what we desire most is the best for her and she'll open up like a fresh flower. I think that is true in even the shortest of relationships, but truly comes to life the longer two people stay together. If I'm a great lover, it is that way. My marriage to Jane has taught me patience. A good, hard, quick fuck is fun occasionally. But give that to a woman often, and she'll never relax with you. A woman's heart and trust is won, not by jamming a 14'' cock into her over and over. Its won by filling her both emotional and physical. In the bed, that is a learned skill. It often means doing things to her that have nothing to do with your orgasm or hers. It means lingering over the moment longer than you would alone. Guys who pound their ladies quickly and roll over to sleep are missing out on the richest treasures, which lay deep within them. Help a woman to trust you, and she'll show you things about her that you've never known existed. That's what Kathy needed. She had never known that with any man. That was even truer about her husband. He tried to claim her by force and she had closed up on him. Maybe it was our past together and the way I approached back then, maybe it was her trust in Jane's testimony about me, or maybe it was the effect of the high she had felt earlier in the day, but Kathy seemed open. She seemed ready to trust again. It was my job not to betray her. With hesitant hands, I reached out her held her by the shoulders. I stroked her arms. Her skin was smooth. I felt the tone of her muscles under each fingertip. I moved to her neck and cheeks. She turned her face to my touch. My hands moved to her shoulder-length dark brown hair. As I passed my hands through her locks, her eyes closed and a soft moan escaped her lips. My hands moved back to her shoulders. With a single motion, each of my hands took one the thin green straps of her garment and slid it down to her arms. She moved her arms slightly and the straps fall off down below her elbows. She raised her arms out of the straps and the chemise bunched at her rounded hips. For the second time that day, my eyes fixed on her breasts. I wasted no time in holding them. I passed the flesh under my fingers. The nipples rested in the palms of my hands. I stayed there for a moment and took in their weight and firmness. I felt her nipples press harder and harder against the inside of my hands. They were everything I had ever imagined. During this pause, her hands reached out and slid under my shirt. Her caress was electric against my skin. She slide her hands up my chest and lightly pinched my nipples. Her hands pushed my shirt higher. Reluctantly, I took my hands from her chest and she pulled my shirt over my head. Free, I took her breast again. This time, one in my hand and the other in my mouth. I sucked over the whole of her breast and finished on her nipple. Sucking it out until it reached its full length. I switched breasts. She unbuttoned my pants and pulled them and my boxers down in one motion. I stood frozen again. This was the first time I had been naked in front of another woman since I got married. My dick stood swollen and erect. Her eyes gazed down at me without blinking. Her hand grasped my shaft and squeezed upward. She milked a drop of pre-cum from my head. It landed on her wrists. She licked her wrist dry and pushed me to the bed. As she moved over to me, her garment fell past her hips to the floor. I closed my eyes and felt warmth around my cock. Rhythmically, she slid her mouth up and down. Her tongue worked feverishly along the bottom side of cock. The sensation was wonderful. I opened my eyes watched her lips press against me. I saw her cheeks fill and empty as I moved through her extended lips. Her eyes caught my watching. She slid up my body and we embraced and locked in our first long kiss. My tongue quickly filled her mouth. She pushed hers back into my. Hands were seeking new flesh to grab and take possession of. We rolled over. I took her left breast briefly as I moved down her torso. I made it to her flat stomach and down the shaven skin of her pubic area. Below were the lips of her sweet, inviting pussy. I lightly grazed my finger up and down the narrow slit. Her breathing was raspy and short. Very shallow at first, but growing deeper each time, I inserted my finger insider her. The walls of her vagina were slick with moisture. The smell of her sex was invigorating as it grew. My tongue licked the same path my finger started. Up and down her cunt it moved. She tasted fresh and sweet. Slowly my fingers spread her lips and sought her clit. My tongue followed closely behind. I licked and sucked on that precious protrusion of flesh. She responded quickly - too quickly. I slowed my tempo and she relaxed. We repeated that process over and again. I saw the sweat build on her body. The sheets behind my dick were wet from the pre-cum oozing from my penis. Her chest and face were flush again as she was with Jane earlier in the morning. She gasped, " I want it now. I want to feel you inside me. Please fuck me now!" I rose and moved my cock to her opening. I slid in the moistened hole. She was tight. She moaned in pleasure and moved her hips and ground her clit against me. Our fucking found a smooth rhythm and then we began to move faster and faster - in and out. I heard her moans and the slap of our bodies together. I watched as my cock disappeared over and over into her graceful body. Suddenly, she rolled us over and took the top position. She pressed down hard against me. My cock was ready to explode. She ground her clit against my pelvic bone. She screamed, "Oh God, yes, yes! Fuck me!" She tensed. Her body began twitching. I felt her legs press tightly against my sides. In a moment, she relaxed and fell down on top of me. She lay there for a time and then I slid out from underneath her. My cock was still hard and throbbing for a release to be found in the only home it had known before today. Kathy lay on her stomach. I slid in behind her and enter her from behind. Gently, I slowly fucked her. I leaned forward and massaged her back and kiss along her neck. Within minutes she drifted off to sleep again. The first time with Kathy was everything I dreamed. She was an angel. Her body was a glorious experience. Her spirit and energy a refreshing encounter. As I climbed off the bed, I gazed into the eyes of my bride. They were happy eyes. I was relieved at that. We embraced briefly and walked out of the room together. My cock was still hard and wet from Kathy. Jane bent down just after closing the bedroom door behind us. She took me into her mouth and sucked off all the juices our new lover had left behind. I was eager to cum and glad for my wife's attentions now. But as quickly as she had started, she stopped. She gave me a wicked look as she stood, "I think I'll just let you stay like that for now." And she did to. The day ended and I still had found no relief. Well, there is always tomorrow, or so I thought. CHAPTER 4 The next morning came. That day I woke up, not to the warmth of Jane's lips, but to the annoying buzz of an alarm clock. I had to return to work and so did Jane. For Kathy that meant a return home - a return back to a very dark place. She would probably be punished for not coming home last night or for coming home today, whichever her husband chose. She had slept snuggled between Jane and I that night. She slept well. We all arose together and got ready for our separate days. We came together again around the breakfast table. Kathy started the conversation; "I just want to thank you guys for yesterday. I haven't felt that way for a very long time. I can't begin to tell you how special it made me feel that after 10 years; you would just welcome me in and share yourselves so completely with me. Jane, I never expected to be with a woman. But thank you for making it so nice. You have always been a beautiful lady and you still are. Davis, I'm not sure what to say, other than thanks. You're much different than Rick and that's nice. I felt special yesterday in your arms. I needed that. I just wish I could stay longer. There's going to be hell to pay when I get home." "Why go home then?" I asked. "I can't leave him. He's my husband. I made a promise to stay with him `til death parts us and I'm going to honor it," was her reply. "It might be your death," Jane said grimly. "I'll be careful guys. I can take of myself with him. I'll keep in touch." With that we finished breakfast. We made small talk for a while. Kathy gave us both a hug a kiss and she drove away to the fate waiting for her. Jane and I watched until she pulled around the corner and out of our sight. We both finished getting ready for work. We pulled out of the driveway together. We turn our separate ways as we left our sub-division. I arrived at my office at around 9:00 AM. My secretary, Lisa, was already there. Lisa was a younger version of most church secretaries. Most that I have seen (the good ones anyway) were kind, efficient women, but with an apparent inward strength. Churches typically rob from these women. After all, they are usually members of the church and will work for wages that are laughable in business world. They receive little financial benefit and not much more appreciation. It takes a special kind of person to fill that role well. Lisa was just that. She was near my age, 32. She was no stunning beauty. Jane and Kathy were far more attractive. But she was pretty in a plain, girl-next-door kind of way. She was taller than the two ladies I was with the day before were - about 5' 4". She had a trim build. She weighed about 115 lbs., I guessed. She had small breasts. They were a small B cup. Her hair was a light brown to a dirty blonde. Overall, she was not the girl of fantasies, but more than nice enough to keep a husband happy. I walked in and she gave me her usual cheerful, "Good morning." I responded in kind. She caught me up on the office business before I headed off to my office and the day's work. The day went along as usual as any other. I couldn't help but be distracted by the events of yesterday and often found myself unable to get up from my desk because of the hard on hiding underneath. In every other way, it was just a normal day at the office. That is until about 3:00 PM. Lisa was just gathering her things to leave for the day. I heard a disturbance through my door. There was a very agitated woman in the outer office. I thought the voice was familiar, but it was muffled through the walls and I couldn't place it. Lisa is very good at catching these things before they make it back to me, so I left it alone for a few moments, thinking she had everything under control. But the noise continued and curiosity got the better of me. I opened my door and looked outside. Lisa saw me first and turned to explain what this woman wanted. But before she could get a word out the lady cried, "Oh Davis, I so glad you're here. I didn't know where else to go!" It was Kathy. She again looked frazzled. I nodded to Lisa. Kathy came back to my office. Lisa did what she was supposed to. Even though her hours were over, she stayed. She always did whenever a woman came to my office alone. And I have always been glad for it. Too many men have been ruined in my line of work from the accusation of a spurned woman. Lisa's presence was my protection. It had always worked well until that day. If she had just left, then my life might not have turned out the way it did. No, she stayed. It takes a special kind of person to do her work. She's perfect for the job. She was too faithful, too diligent to leave. And so she stayed. Kathy entered my office with tears in her eyes. She had been crying for awhile. Her eyes were swollen and red. She held in her hand a note. It was crumpled and stained with tears. I knew it must be the cause of her problems. Without a word she handed it to me. It read, "Kathy, you're fucking bitch and a whore. I don't know where you went last night and I don't care. But since you stayed a way last night, I'm gone to. I'm gonna go find me some nice pussy without all your problems and fuck it hard. I'll be home in a few days and we'll settle this once and for all. You're my bitch! And you'll do what I say. Rick" As I finished reading it, she broke down. She started yelling out and crying, "What am I going to do? I was wrong. I am scared of him. Why can't he be more like you! Why is everything always `fuck this' and `fuck that'? With you and Jane it was different. I want to be held and loved. What am I going to do? I want you to hold me again. I want to feel you inside me like last night." She kept crying out like that for nearly 20 minutes. Nothing I did quieted her down. Believe me I tried. I have sat in my office enough to know that sound could pass through these walls. I had heard Kathy well enough when she was on the outside. I was sure that Lisa could hear her now when Kathy was on the inside. If anything she was louder now. I was scared stiff. She kept on proclaiming how wonderful her night had been. How Jane and I had made her feel so special in bed. And my secretary was probably sitting just outside. I knew I would lose everything because of this. I desperately tried to quiet her down, but with each passing word. I knew it was too late. In time, Kathy calmed down and began to compose herself. I told her to go back to my house and the three of us would talk about it that night. She got up, kissed me on the cheek, and left. The minutes that past after that were again, long. But then it came - the knock on my door. I stalled for a moment. It didn't matter. She has a key. With a turn of the lock, she let herself in. I met her halfway from my desk to the door. She walked confidently and briskly by me and sat in my chair behind the desk. I sat in a chair in front where my visitors normally sat. She sat there staring at me. I squirmed in my seat for a while. I could not handle the silence, "Let me expl.." She cut me off, "So, if I heard right, Kathy's husband beats her. She came to your house last night and you had sex with her. It sounded like Jane was there and watched. Is that right so far?" "Close. Jane had sex with her first." What else could I say? She had heard everything. I knew I was caught. I knew my life was about to change. What I didn't know was how. "Tell me everything and I mean everything," was her only command. I spent the next several minutes recounting as faithfully as I could every event that took place. She stopped me often to ask what I saw and how I felt. She was as dispassionate as anyone could be. Whatever she was thinking and feeling, she kept inside. After I finished, my fourth uncomfortable silence in that past two days began. This one felt as long as all the others combined. To this day, I still have no good estimate of how long it lasted. My whole life hung on her next words. Whatever she decided to do or say about her new knowledge would dictate the course of my life. And like so many times since this ordeal began, I was ill prepared for her what she said, "This is how it is going to be or I tell everything I know. Got it?" I nodded. She continued, "I want you to have sex with me like you did Kathy." If I hadn't been sitting there, I would not have believed it. I wasn't sure I did and I was sitting there. My response was a most articulate, "What?" "You heard me. I want you to make love to me or I tell my tale." "Why?" "Well, let's just say, I want to have some fun. Things with Bill are fine, but he's the only man I've ever been with. I've been fantasizing about being with another man for a long time. I just never have found a way to do it. I wanted it to be with someone I knew. There are just too many creeps out there. But I didn't know how to make sure the other person didn't talk. I heard Kathy's yelling. I could tell you weren't correcting her, just trying to stop her. So, I knew it was true. Once I knew you had screwed her, everything fell in place in my mind. You would have as much to loose, if not more than I did. You couldn't talk. So, now you know what and why. What's the answer?" "You know this amounts to blackmail, don't you?" She nodded and grinned. "I guess I have no choice. But Jane and I are a package deal. I'll do you the same way I did Kathy. You get what she got. Jane has you first. Whatever the two of you do and however far you go, is what and how you and I do. Also, I cum for only Jane. See, you not only have to keep me quiet, you have to keep Jane quiet. The only way to do that is to include her in the `transaction.' Now, it's your turn. Do we have a deal?" I made that statement much more confidently than I felt. She could exclude Jane and coerce me to fuck her behind Jane's back. But I didn't want that. I was relieved at her response, "I've never thought about being with a woman, but if that's my sacrifice in the deal, I can live with it. It's a deal. What do we do now?" "Hand me the phone." She pushed my phone to my side of the desk. I picked it up and dialed the number to Jane's work. She answered. "Hi babe, we have a problem," was my greeting. This day was turning out a way I had never intended. But I guess much of life works that way. Chapter 5 Traffic was thick on the way home. I didn't care. I had a lot on my mind. Two days ago, Jane and I were on these same roads, leaving town for a simple reunion with old friends. Now we were heading down a much more twisted road. I could feel it slick beneath my feet, but could not see where it led. People who live in the kind of world in which I lived didn't do these kinds of things. We think about them. We have the same passions as everyone else, but we just confine them within the smallest cages we can find. Maybe someone more cunning would have handled things better. Maybe someone for whom scandal was not an issue would have just sat back and relished in the attention of these wonderful creatures. Maybe someone with more moral courage would have stood up and stopped everything then and just started over. But I was none of those people. No, I sat in another daily line of commuters all going home to their "normal" lives and watched the life that I knew begin to smolder from the fire growing around it. With each aborted started, I brought another flame closer to my home. Lisa was in her car directly behind me. Through my mirror she looked like any other wife heading home at day's end. She looked carefree. But what did I know about the way she looked. She was not acting in any way that made sense for her. Even to me, she had always seemed na