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The three sat outside on the porch drinking alcohol and waiting for her to get primed. The men just sat back smoking there cigarettes watching each time she laughed and exposed her breast just a little bit more each time.

Her husband moved next to her and kissed and groped her breast, allowing his friend total view. She knew it was wrong but deep inside she knew it was her fantasy and if only. Brandy enjoyed his kissing and allowed him to slip his hand in her shorts and his fingers into her hot pussy. The touch of his thumb against her clit shot fireworks throughout her body. She felt ashamed and turned on all the while. With every twist of his fingers in her she felt the ache inside increase even more. Finally when he knew that she was close he stopped. Rob knew she was there and didn’t want her to finish, not yet. Rob sat back down next to Dan and grabbed another drink and smiled his wicked smile. Dan just sat there with a state of happy shock on his face. Brandy wasn’t quite sure what to say or do next. She only knew that she needed, wanted more.

Brandy asked Rob to come inside and help her get more drinks deciding she needed to see what his agenda was tonight.

“Rob, what were you thinking out there?” she asked. He came up behind her and grabbed her around her waist then kissed passionately on her neck and blew into her ear just the way he knew would make her melt. She squirmed but not able to control herself she followed his lead and entered his shorts to find his cock and held it firmly. Squeezing it and running her hand up and down it several times. Next she got on her knees and licked his balls and sucked his cock allowing him to shove her head on to his cock deep into her throat.

After sometime he helped her up and told her to go in the bedroom and he would send Dan home. She agreed and went to their bedroom.

Rob went outside with an even bigger grin on his face. “Brandy’s gone to bed” he told Dan as he sat down. “Okay, well I guess I should get on home. Let you two finish what you started.”

“Here’s another idea, why don’t I go and start fucking her doggy. She’ll have her face towards the wall; I’ll leave the door cracked. You come in and switch places with me. I’ll get her to suck my cock while you continue reaming her pussy.” He paused, “she won’t have time to think, she’s so horny right now she’ll just be happy to be filled.”

The plan was made and put into motion; Dan decided to go pickup some more drinks at the store giving Rob ample time to set everything up. Ten minutes went by and Dan was back with a raging cock.

He entered the patio door in the bedroom as instructed by Rob; he couldn’t believe Brandy hadn’t noticed it opened. She must really be out of it to not notice the wind blowing the curtains. He stood there behind the curtains watching his best friend fucking his wife. How wrong this was, how incredible this night could, no, would be. How the three would never look at each other the same again. Dan slipped his clothes off still surprised she hadn’t noticed his entry or the sound of his clothing coming off. Rob had heard and seen everything, pointing at her ass and grabbing her tits for Dan’s viewing pleasure. Rob smacked her ass and Brandy let out a scream of desire instantly setting her into ramming speed back and forth on his cock, harder with each blow. Finally Rob gave Dan the cue that it was time to move. Rob asked his wife what toy would she want and got up “to get the toy”. Seconds later Dan had moved into position and began wailing his friend’s wife’s pussy.

Rob stood in awe at his wife being nailed like this. Knowing this was only the second man she’d ever been with. He pressed the record button on the camera and moved into position shoving his cock down his beautiful brides throat.

Immediately Brandy began sucking his cock eagerly trying to will it to grow so that she could have more to swallow. Until suddenly she stopped, she realized there was a problem here, how was her husband standing in all his glory in front of her while there was a cock still fucking her from behind. Slowly she looked from her husband to her back. The realization that her husband was not fucking her had finally hit. The realization that Dan had not gone home and was in fact on his knees behind her with his cock still inside her pussy. Immediately she wanted to stop and question why and what they both were thinking, but instead, instead she decided to go along. To finally be that bad girl she had always wanted.

She took her husbands cock in her mouth and swallowed the shaft up to hilt over and over allowing him to know that he was a good boy but would be punished later. She then turned around and began to lavish Dan’s cock with her deep kisses, sucking in more and more.

Rob feeling left out pulled her back and made her lay on her back taking his cock back into her mouth allowing Dan full sight of her pussy.

Dan wasn’t quite sure at first what his friend was wanting but quickly got the hint from Brandy that she wanted to be licked and fucked by his fingers. Licking and sucking on her pussy lips all the while fucking her pussy first with one finger then with two harder and harder with each stroke. He couldn’t get over this vision and continued lapping at her pussy until her hips began bucking. The first orgasm of many to come that night.

Brandy went to her lingerie drawer and pulled out a gathering of toys that shocked and dismayed Dan. Offering him his choice to fuck her even harder. Knowing he’d never been allowed to do this before on his own wife. Rob had another thought though, while he took control of the camera he offered his wife again, but for a more personal position of “69″. He gave his wife her favorite tropical lube and told her to have fun.

With every lick, every suck of Dan’s cock her control of her body loosened more and more. Each time he sucked on her pussy and shoved her “purple pussy eater” dildo in her pussy Dan knew she would cum once again. He continued to suck, continue to lick, continued to eat until she bucked no more. The screams of pleasure filled the room until she finally shoved her mouth back on his cock. Sucking harder and harder and licking more and more. Dan couldn’t take it anymore and shot his cum in her mouth. What a glorious feeling, release of all the tension that had built up over the evening.

As Dan laid spent on the bed Rob smacked his wife’s ass once more and told her to get up. He lay on the floor and told her to squat on his cock. Fucking up and down quickly letting out a moan after each twist of her nipple. Each thrust deeper and deeper Rob could feel his load build but wasn’t ready to let her finish.

“Up slut” he stated firmly and she obeyed. He loved when she allowed him to dominate her. He led her back to the bed and told her to position herself for doggy. Dan was ready again but took his cue that this was Rob’s position and instead took his chance with another glorious sucking of his cock.

Rob barely had his cock into position and with just the anticipation of what to come Brandy began bucking and moaning. A firm slap of the ass and she regained control. Sucking Dan’s cock and forcing herself over and over onto Rob’s cock. Rob could take it no more and the release had to come now. With each thrust of his jizz into her pussy the relief set in and he too collapsed.

The three lay in the bed, limbs twisted together unsure where this would take them. Only knowing in this present moment that everything felt so wrong and yet so right.

Greg got up early Christmas morning to get Carly’s gift ready for her to open. He had to hide it in the garage so she wouldn’t stumble upon it. He put it in a big beautiful box. It had holes at the sides and a magnificent bow on top. He was actually looking forward to seeing Carly’s face when she saw her gift.

He brought it into the lavishly decorated living room and put the gift under the Christmas tree. The Christmas lights were blinking brightly and lighting up the surrounding walls.

Greg decided it was time for Carly to come and get her gift. He went up to her room and opened the door slowly. He saw Carly sleeping soundly in her bed and almost felt guilty about waking her up. The old Carly would have been royally pissed. He had no idea what the new Carly would do. This little stunt had better tell me something.

He strode over to her bed and shook her by the shoulder gently.

“Carly, wake up. It’s Christmas,” he said.

“Five more minutes…please,” she muttered; bringing the covers over her head.

“Come on Carly. I’ve got a big surprise for you and it can’t wait.”

Greg pulled the covers off of her and watched as she curled up into a ball. He laughed to himself, watching her feel for the missing covers that provided comforting warmth to her body. Greg was surprised to see that she wore baggy flannel pajamas to bed. She usually wore slinky nightgowns, but he needed to remember that Carly wasn’t her usual self.

He grabbed Carly by her arms and sat her up on the edge of the bed. He found her slippers on the floor beside the bed and put them on her feet.

“Greg, can’t this wait until later? Why are you so persistent?” asked Carly.

“This gift can’t wait. Come on, I think you’re going to like it,” he said.

Carly could hear the subtle excitement in Greg’s voice. This must be good, she thought. She always looked forward to the anticipation of opening her Christmas presents ever since she was a little girl. She got out of bed and stretched her arms up into the air with a grunt. Sunlight beamed into the bedroom, but didn’t help the shiver in her body. She looked at her bed, longing to get back in, but slipped on her robe over her pajamas instead.

She followed Greg down the stairs and into the living room where the Christmas tree stood. The gifts were scattered underneath, but there was one huge box she hadn’t seen before.

“Is that big box for me?” she asked with a childlike smile on her face.

“Yep. I couldn’t wait any longer. I have to see the look on your face when you open it,” he said. Yeah, see if your true colors come out.

“Oh Greg, thank you. I’m sure I’ll love it,” she said as she sat down in front of the box.

Carly was just about to open it, when she looked at Greg with a smile. She then went under the tree to grab one of the gifts she got for him.

“It’s really hard to buy a gift for someone you really don’t know, but I gave it a try. I hope you like it,” she said.

“Thank you Carly,” he said as he took the small decorated box from her hand.

As he opened his gift, Greg heard her squeal in delight as she dove into the box and took out a sleeping dog.

“Oh my goodness, I’ve always wanted a dog,” she said as she laid the sleeping puppy in her lap.

“YOU HAVE?” he asked in disbelief.

“Uh yeah, who wouldn’t want such an adorable dog,” she cooed, mesmerized by the little chocolate brown, wirehaired Dachshund that was beginning to stir from the commotion.

“You really like the dog?” Greg asked surprised.

Her pure joy was not the reaction he expected. Carly hated dogs, at least she strongly voiced that during their marriage. She always said they were too much trouble and she didn’t want to get hair all over the furniture and rugs.

“Well, go on and open up your gift. It’s one of the couple of things that I got you,” she stated.

Greg finished taking the gift wrap of his gift and was surprised to see what lay beneath the paper. It was a bottle of Fahrenheit, the scent emitted from the plastic storage box under Carly’s bed.

“Is it okay? Do you like it?” she asked as she cuddled the puppy.

“Yes, I do, very much,” said Greg practically speechless.

Did Carly realize what a sentimental gift she just gave him? When they first met, Fahrenheit was the cologne he wore and she always loved it. As things changed, she didn’t want him to wear it. She said it wasn’t what people in their social circles wore. He changed it just to please her and to keep the peace. It pleased him to hold a new bottle in his hands.

They opened up the rest of their gifts. He could tell that Jackie helped her since the gifts reflected things he needed or wanted for himself at the office.

She picked out a new Blackberry with new features he could play with, a couple of shirts and sweaters and, of course, ties.

“Carly, this is too much. You didn’t have to get the Blackberry, I was planning on getting it when I had some time,” he said.

“Well, now you don’t have to. Don’t worry; it seems I have a lot of money. I got a bank statement in the mail the other day. Jackie took me to the bank to make sure that it was really mind. I’ve never had so many numbers attached to my name before. All I had to do was show my driver’s license and they gave me some money. Jackie and I had a lot of fun that day,” she laughed.

“Carly, you’re a broker. You make a lot of money. Well, thanks anyway,” he said as he leaned back against the sofa. “So, what are you going to call him?”

“Hmmm,” she pondered lifting the dog up to get a better look at him. “I think I’ll call him…Buddy.”

“Buddy?”

“Yeah, doesn’t he look like a Buddy to you?” she said. Greg just shrugged his shoulders.

Carly put Buddy down and he started to walk around sniffing the floor around the tree. Buddy sniffed around Carly’s other gifts and came across the gift that Nathan left for Carly.

“Why don’t you open that one Carly?” Greg motioned over to Buddy and the gift.

“Oh, let’s see what’s inside this one Buddy,” Carly said. Greg couldn’t help but be curious to see what Nathan left for Carly.

Carly picked up the gift and opened it. Greg couldn’t see what was inside as she stared into the box.

“What is it?”

Carly lifted the gift out of the box. It was a snow globe mounted on a short wooden pedestal. Greg moved closer to Carly to see the little city inside. The snow fell on the ground and revealed mountains covered in snow with trees and little skiers going down the slopes. There was a red flag with a white cross on it.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” she said shaking the snow globe.

“Hhmm, what an interesting gift?” he said looking over her shoulder.

Carly stood and took the snow globe to the mantle in the living room. She looked down and saw Buddy looking up at her with his big brown eyes. Greg looked at the two of them and shook his head. He was amazed at how things changed since the accident. He never thought he would be looking at his wife in their living room on Christmas morning with a dog at her heels.

“What do you think?” she asked. Buddy gave her a loud bark giving his approval.

“Not you,” she laughed.

“Its fine right there,” Greg stood and walked over to Carly.

Greg wondered why Nathan would give Carly such a gift. What was the meaning behind it?

“So where did you get him?” he heard Carly ask.

“Uh, the SPCA. He’s neutered and house broken. I have his dog food and bed in the kitchen pantry so he is ready to go.”

“Thank you so much Greg.”

“Merry Christmas Carly.”

“Merry Christmas to you too Greg,” she said and then she wrapped her arms around his neck in a warm embrace. Greg returned in kind and wrapped his arms around her waist. They held each other until they heard the whimpering of their new dog.

“Jealous are we,” she said looking at him.

“I think he’s hungry.”

Greg picked up Buddy and they headed to the kitchen. Greg showed Carly where he put the dog food and poured Buddy his breakfast in a plastic bowl. Carly got a bowl and filled it with water then set it on the floor next to his food. Carly watched in fascination as Buddy ate. She couldn’t help smile at her cute little friend. She was happy to have him.

Since Greg fed Buddy, Carly decided to feed Greg and herself and made them breakfast. Greg and Buddy were in the kitchen keeping Carly company as she made egg and bacon with toast.

“I never knew you always wanted a dog,” Greg said as he munched on some toast.

“Well, I really wanted a monkey, but dad said one monkey, that being muwah, was more than enough for the family. My mom didn’t want to be bothered with one since she grew up with a dog in the house and it would be too much trouble,” she explained.

Carly finished making their breakfast and sat down to eat while Buddy would play with the chew toy Greg got him at the grocery store with the dog food. She couldn’t believe Greg got her such a wonderful gift. In her heart, she thought he must really love her, but there was something nagging in her head. There was something definitely missing, something he wasn’t telling her.

Carly and Greg had a quiet morning with Buddy, chasing him around the house. He got into everything. They actually had a good time with their new family member. Buddy was excited and relieved when they let him out to take care of his business in the yard. Greg watched as Carly and Buddy settled in for the day.

After they showered and changed into jeans, t-shirts and socks, they decided to stay and spend Christmas together- just the two of them, with Buddy of course. It meant a lot to Carly to spend some alone time with Greg. She still had some reservations about his mother and didn’t want to give his mother a chance to ruin her holiday with Greg.

Family and friends called to wish them a Merry Christmas and to see how Carly was doing. She spoke to her friend Alicia for a couple of hours. Alicia told her about the wonderful earrings her husband, Jeff, got her. Her friend informed her that on the following day, they were going to Baton Rouge to visit Jeff’s family and won’t be back until after the New Year.

Carly told her parents about Greg’s wonderful gift, which left them with a sigh of relief. Her parents told Greg that they would have been happy to have the two of them over for Christmas, but Greg wanted to see if Carly would remember anything and Carly didn’t disappoint.

After dinner, Carly and Greg let Buddy out one more time and then relaxed in the family room’s comfortable couch. They watched Buddy play around with his toys and get familiar with his new environment. Greg messed around with his new Blackberry as Carly threw Buddy a plastic ball and waited for him to come back with it.

“He’s perfect. What made you pick him?” she asked.

Buddy brought back the plastic ball with enthusiasm. He was anxious for her to throw the ball again so he could please his new mistress. She bent down and ran her hand over the smooth soft brown hair on the top of his head.

“I don’t know. He just looked up at me with those big brown eyes. He looked pretty pitiful and I guess I felt sorry for him and he’s just small enough for you to handle.”

She nodded her agreement and sat back in content silence. She smiled at Buddy who was patiently waiting for her to resume their play. Carly threw it a little harder than she intended. It rolled out of the room and Buddy ran after it.

“Your mother had a dog,” Carly stated.

Greg looked up slowly from his Blackberry and met Carly’s brown eyes.

“What?”

“Your mother. Didn’t she have a dog?” she asked. Greg didn’t know how to answer her. He wanted her to tell him what she knew.

“What do you know Carly?”

Greg sat their patiently, waiting for Carly to respond. Carly had a distant look on her face. She wanted to remember and it was on the tip of her brain. She was digging deep and finally visions of memories past resurfaced.

“The dog’s name was…Penny! It was a puddle. I white puddle.”

“Was?”

“Yeah, she died. Well, killed. I drove to your parent’s house to finally meet them and when I was pulling into the driveway; your brother was pulling out of the garage in a Jeep.”

“Yeah, keep going,” he said slowly. He was practically at the edge of his seat.

“Your brother ran over the dog. He was so upset. He thought your mother wouldn’t let him go to Cancun on Spring Break so I told him to tell her I ran over the dog by accident.”

Greg narrowed his eyes as he looked at Carly in disbelief. He didn’t know that and she never said anything at the time. He remembered that day as if it was yesterday. His mother LOVED that dog. It was her little baby since she had an empty nest. Greg and Kyle were in college and their father was at court all day. Their mother spoiled that dog rotten.

Carly came into the house through the garage followed by Kyle and she admitted to be the responsible party. She paid for the dog’s burial and Kyle and Carly never said a word. From that day forward, his mother HATED Carly.

“Are you sure that’s right Carly?” he asked tentatively.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?” Carly seemed worried by the look on his face.

“Hold on a second. I’ll be right back.” Greg went into the kitchen and picked up the phone to call his brother. He wanted to know what really happened.

“Hello you asshole,” Greg said in greeting.

“Well, Merry Christmas to you too, bro,” Kyle said. “How is your Christmas with Carly?”

“Very enlightening. I want you to come over to my house. NOW!”

“Why? What did I do?”

“Just get here,” Greg said and then hung up the phone.

Greg came back into the family room and gave Carly a reassuring smile.

“Is everything okay?”

“It will be. I called my brother to come over here so he can help us. You see, I wasn’t there. I was inside waiting for you. So I wouldn’t know what exactly happened.”

Carly seemed to buy it. Buddy just cocked his head to the side and looked at Greg. Greg sat down on the couch next to Carly in anticipation for his brother to arrive. Buddy walked over to Carly to give her the object in his mouth. Instead of the ball, she found plastic leaves attached to a red velvet ribbon and a bell.

“What do you have there Buddy?” Greg asked.

“Mistletoe.” Carly took the mistletoe out of Buddy’s mouth. “He must have gotten it from the gift wrapping.” Buddy barked once and trotted off to play with his chew toy.

Carly looked at the mistletoe in her hand. This would certainly give her an opportunity to make a move on Greg. Why am I so nervous? I shouldn’t be so reluctant. He is my husband isn’t he? I’m sure we kissed a lot before I lost my memory.

“Well, you know what this means?” she said with a grin on her face.

Greg looked at the mistletoe and then at Carly. He noticed her slight hesitance, but wanted her to make the first move. Does she really want to kiss me? Did he? Of course! I actually have my wife back. So why am I so nervous?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to?” he said softly.

Carly moved closer and lifted the mistletoe over Greg’s head. They looked into each other’s eyes for an instant before Carly kissed him gently on the lips. She smiled as she pulled away just a little bit. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. She couldn’t believe she was bold enough to kiss him.

Greg smiled back at her, pleased with her assertiveness. It told him a lot. It told him that she wanted to try. That Carly wanted to be with him and that she cared. He hadn’t felt such care from his wife in such a long time. At first, it felt awkward, but then he wanted more. He didn’t want her to stop.

He was surprised when she kissed him again and this time she lingered. Her lips were soft and supple. She gentle caught his lower lip between her teeth and pulled, coaxing him to open up to him. He thought that was cute. He came closer to her and kissed her. Carly came willingly as Greg wrapped his arms around her. He took things slowly at first, but could hardly contain himself.

Soon, they were sharing a passion filled kiss. She loved the way his mouth felt against hers. His mouth was warm and velvety. He tasted so good. Carly was excited and wasn’t afraid. She became more comfortable and wanted more of Greg. She wanted more from her husband.

The mistletoe long forgotten on the back of the couch, she ran her fingers through his hair. He leaned forward and pushed Carly back against the couch. He lay on top of her and continued to explore her mouth and her body. Her hand ran down his chest and around to his back. This was the first time she had the chance to take consideration of his muscular body. He was so much bigger than Carly. Harder. His muscles flexed with each movement he made. Damn, he feels like a brick wall.

Greg lifted Carly’s t-shirt and marveled at the heat radiating from her skin. She flinched slightly at the touch of his fingers across her abdomen. His gaze met the white satin bra, so he released her left breast from its confines and licked at her black nipple. She sighed in content when he engulfed her nipple in his warm, wet mouth. Her hands came up to the sides of his head to keep him in place. He felt so good to her where he was and she didn’t want him to move away ever.

He didn’t realize how much he missed her until all his memories of her came back. The way her chocolate skin was soft and silky to his touch. The way she smelled so good. The way she writhed underneath him that made him more aroused. The way she moaned and got excited. All of these things and more was what made him fall in love with her. Carly always made him feel a certain way.

Greg and Carly were too involved in each other to hear the doorbell ring. The next thing they knew was a loud banging coming from the door. Carly suddenly came out of her euphoria as Greg stopped to lift his head away from Carly. It finally dawned on him that it was his brother.

“It’s Kyle. I think I better get that,” he said getting up. Carly sat up pulling her shirt back down.

He got up from the couch and walked over to the door. The banging was still coming from the other side. Buddy came out of nowhere to investigate the noise.

“It’s about damn time.” Kyle strolled in to get in from the cold.

“Sorry, we were just…” Greg was clearly uncomfortable as he closed the door and followed his brother into the family room. Kyle saw Carly jump up off the couch. She finished straightening herself and smoothed her hair back.

“Hmmm, it’s a good thing I came when I did,” Kyle said jokingly.

“Shut up!” Greg didn’t care too much for his brother’s teasing, especially at their age.

“Well, who’s this?”

Kyle bent down and looked at Buddy. Buddy cocked his head to the side as he looked at the new stranger. Kyle reached out his hand for him to sniff and then he licked them. Kyle then started to scratch Buddy behind the ears.

“His name is Buddy. He’s my Christmas gift from Greg. Isn’t he wonderful?” Carly beamed with pride.

“He sure is cute,” Kyle said as he looked up at his older brother.

“Yeah,” was all Greg could say.

“You know Carly, it was my idea to get him for you,” Kyle chimed in.

“Really, well thank you Kyle. I love him.”

“Well, Kyle. Thanks to your idea, I found out something interesting. Carly remembered something. She remembered Penny.”

“R…really,” he said after a long pause.

“Yeah. You let my soon to be wife take the blame for your careless driving so you could go to Cancun. Carly paid for that stupid dog’s burial for goodness sakes.”

“I was young and stupid man. She saw how upset I was. You know how much mom loved that stupid dog. Mom and dad were paying for my Spring Break and mom would have killed me! Carly was nice enough to help by taking the blame.”

“You let Carly pay for Penny’s funeral.”

“I was a poor college student.”

“So was Carly. I’m your brother. The two of you never bothered to tell me!”

“I begged her not to. I wasn’t going to let you have that information and have it over my head for you to do to me whatever you wanted. Carly understood that.”

Carly looked back and forth between the bantering brothers. Greg paced the room in frustration. Kyle had a way about making excuses. He would make a challenging witness on the stand. Greg didn’t know what to make of it. He finally decided to let it go. It did happen ages ago.

“Would you guys like to have a beer?” Carly asked. The two of them faced Carly. Was she being hospitable and offering to get them something to drink?

“Yes…please,” answered Kyle.

“Yeah, thank you,” Greg said, wrinkling his forehead. Carly gave them one last glance and headed for the kitchen.

As Kyle and Greg took their seats in the family room, Carly went to the kitchen with Buddy at her heels. The brothers were catching up on what’s new and it got her thinking about her past. Carly always wanted a brother or sister. Her mother wasn’t able to have any more children after Carly. Her parents wanted several children, but weren’t able to. Instead, her mother wanted to have many grandchildren. Carly wanted children, but over time with her mother’s pressuring didn’t look forward to bearing children. There was more to her than being a baby machine.

She came back into the family room and handed her husband and brother in law their beers. Carly sat next to Greg on the couch and sat back to listen. When they weren’t arguing, they seemed to get along great. Their physical similarities were uncanny. Kyle was just a younger version of Greg and their father.

Carly wondered what Greg and Kyle were like when they met Carly. Was Kyle a scrawny, pestering little brother? Did he want to be just like his older brother? Was his trip to Cancun worth it? Did he have a lot of fun there?

After a while, Carly started to get tired. She said her goodnights and headed off to bed. She was surprised that Buddy followed her up and was able to get up the stairs with his short legs. He was so cute.

“You wait for me right here Buddy. I’ll be back,” she said to her dog before she went into the bathroom.

Carly took a hot shower. It felt great after playing around all day with Buddy. She thought about her memory of Penny. She felt awful about keeping something like that from Greg. What else could she have kept from Greg? What other secrets did she have?

When she came out of the bathroom and put on her nightgown, she didn’t see Buddy. She looked around her bedroom and into the hallway. She didn’t see him anywhere.

“Buddy,” she said into the hallway. “Where are you boy?”

Carly heard a distant rustle coming from Greg’s room. She wrapped her robe tightly around her and walked across the hallway. She could hear Greg and Kyle still talking downstairs before she entered the room.

She came into the bedroom and flipped the wall switch to turn the light on. There was Buddy sprawled out on Greg’s bed. Carly laughed as her dog lay comfortably on top of the covers. The bed did look comfortable. A plush down comforter with big plush pillows covered his king size bed.

“Oh no mister. You can’t sleep in that bed,” she commanded.

Carly stood over him beside the bed. Buddy turned his head and looked up at his mistress with his big pitiful brown eyes. She could never say no to him or deny him anything. He was just too cute.

“Well, maybe we can stay for just a little bit, but we have to leave soon.” She climbed in and lay next to Buddy stroking his back. He seemed to like that and lay his head back down enjoying the attention.

As she lay on her back, she looked around the room to see if anything looked familiar. Nothing. The bed was located against the wall across the bedroom door. Soon, after having a hot shower and lying in a heavenly bed, Carly began to get sleepy. She yawned and turned to her side facing Buddy.

“This has got to be the best Christmas I have ever had…I think,” she said to her companion. “I really do hope you like it here Buddy. I’ve come to like it since I’ve been here, especially Greg.”

Carly thought about her time on the couch with Greg. She thought he was amazing and wanted to strangle Kyle for coming to the house when he did. She was actually getting somewhere with that hunk of a man. She couldn’t stop thinking about his hands, lips, and muscles. He seemed to know all of her buttons.

Carly could have sworn she saw Buddy right brow raised when he saw her with a thoughtful smile on her face.

“Do you know what I was thinking about? Oh, I wanted to thank you for the mistletoe. You’re such a smart dog.” Buddy barked and lay his head back down on the bed.

“I can’t believe I’m talking to you like this. I wonder if you even understand me. I can’t wait for Jackie to get back. I miss her and you’ll just love her.”

She yawned and stretched feeling the effects of the long day she had. She curled up into a ball and drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Greg and mistletoe.

After he said goodnight to his brother and saw him out the door, Greg headed up the stairs to go to bed. They talked for a couple of more hours before they realized how late it was. He was glad he as able to spend some time with his brother. Greg has always been grateful for his close relationship with his brother.

When he found out about the true nature of Penny’s death, he was surprised that Carly helped his brother. He was even more surprised that they never told him about it. He didn’t like the fact they kept something like that from him, but it did explain why over the years he has always been nice to her, no matter what his mother or anybody else said about Carly. Now he can see why his brother always had a soft spot for Carly.

Greg remembered what Kyle told him one night at the bar:

“Well, here is your opportunity for a second chance. You did say she is a different Carly. She dresses differently, she lets you eat whatever you want, she doesn’t nag at you about everything under the sun and you know for damn sure that she’s been faithful since the accident…

“Look man, if I were you, I wouldn’t be so reluctant about getting your wife back. She seemed great over Thanksgiving. She had extramarital relations. You had extramarital relations. Case closed. Give it a chance.”

Maybe he should give their relationship another chance, but what about Heather. What is he going to do about her? She hasn’t been too happy about him spending so much time with Carly and he didn’t want to hurt her. As soon as he gets a chance, he wanted to talk to her and explain the situation at home.

When he made it to the top of the stairs, Greg noticed his bedroom door slightly ajar with a dim light coming from inside. He was perplexed. He may have left the door open, but didn’t remember leaving the light on in his room.

Greg walked in quietly and saw an adorable sight in his bed. Carly, curled up in a fetal position with Buddy right next to her. They were both asleep taking the left side of the huge king size bed. He shook his head with a smile on his face and headed for his bathroom.

He finished getting ready for bed and dressed in a comfortable pair of pajama pants. Looking down at the pair, he started to wonder why she decided to come into his bedroom. Their bedroom. Was she ready to move their relationship to the next level? Did she want to continue what they started earlier?

Greg moved to the other side of the bed. He wanted to put Buddy on the floor, so he laid a pillow and a spare blanket on the floor next to the bed. Buddy started to whine as Greg placed his arms under him. Carly stirred when she heard the commotion.

“What’s wrong?” asked Carly, the grogginess evident in her voice.

“Nothing Carly. Go back to sleep.”

He placed Buddy in his makeshift bed on the floor, went to the other side of the bed and got in. He placed a blanket over Carly and himself and lay next to her. The bed was warm and comfortable. She smelled so good, fresh and clean.

“So, what are you doing in here?”

“Well, I just…I mean we just wanted…,” she stammered out.

“It’s okay Carly. I don’t mind.”

“Actually, when I got out of the shower, I couldn’t find Buddy. I looked out in the hallway and heard him in here. I think he preferred your bed so I said we could stay for a little while. I didn’t mean to doze off. I guess I was just tired.”

He actually welcomed the company. He hadn’t slept in the same bed with Carly in a long time. He missed her. He liked having her warm soft body next to his in the bed.

Carly wanted to use this time with Greg to get to know him intimately and perhaps develop a sexual relationship with her husband. She felt she was ready. More than ready. Carly noticed that Greg was beginning to pull down his defenses and his distance wasn’t so noticeable. She didn’t want him to be afraid of her and treat her like a fragile child anymore. She was just glad to be close to him for now. She wanted to sleep with her husband in their marital bed where she belonged.

“Come here,” he said and stretched out his arms to her.

Carly smiled as she came to him and settled into his strong arms. She felt so safe and secure. Once again, sleep over powered her and slept better than she ever had before.

Greg came out of his unconscious state when he felt wetness spread over his chin and cheek. What the hell? He opened his eyes and saw Buddy panting with his tongue hanging out.

“Hello there Buddy,” he said and scratched Buddy behind his ears.

Buddy stepped back and waited patiently for Greg to get up. Greg looked down and saw Carly was still in his arms from the night before. She looked so peaceful and felt so good that he didn’t want to get out of bed. Buddy saw the reluctance his Greg’s eyes and started to bark at him.

Carly’s eyes opened slowly. At first she didn’t know where she was, but then she saw Greg and Buddy staring at her. Buddy barked at her too.

“Okay, I’m awake,” she said groggily.

“I think we better take him out,” he said.

“I agree before he bites our head off,” she said getting out of the bed. Greg followed and helped Buddy get down from the bed.

“How does he get into the bed? His legs are so short and the bed his high off the floor?” she asked. Greg took her to the other side of the bed and she saw the matching little steps that went with the wooden four poster bed.

They turned when they heard Buddy barking at them from the door. They followed him down the stair and took him outside. She was always grateful to the unexpected warm weather in Houston. One minute it was really cold and then the next minute it was warm enough to wear short. It came in handy at times such as these when Buddy wasn’t going to wait for her to change her clothes. When he was finally done, Buddy trotted back into the house with Greg and Carly following him.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Greg said surprising Carly. He disappeared and went into the garage.

Carly couldn’t help but wonder if it was another gift to her for Christmas. He already did so much for her. She was falling hard for this man, but she wasn’t sure if it was lust or love.

“This belongs to you,” she heard Greg say when he finally came back in with a leather bag in his hand.

“What is it?” she asked.

“It’s your laptop.”

“A laptop? You shouldn’t have Greg, it’s too much.”

“No Carly, this is yours. After the accident, they towed your car to an auto shop. They called me to get your belongings out of the car.”

“Can they fix my car? When can I get it back?” she asked.

“Sorry but your car was totaled. We can look for another car for you after the New Year.”

“Oh I don’t mind. I think it will take awhile before I would want to drive again anyway,” she said.

Greg handed her the computer bag and relieved he was able to look through her belongings before he gave her what she had the day of the accident. He took the divorce papers and stowed them away in a draw in his desk. There was nothing else in her car that would indicate to him to be any problem to her.

“Thanks,” she said. “I’ll just take this up to my room.”

Carly went to take the laptop to her bedroom as Greg took Buddy into the kitchen, not knowing the mistake he made in giving Carly the computer.

…to be continued

Lakeside was a hive of activity as alterations were made, signs were written and preparations underway for the ‘Nostalgia’ evening.

Gerald advised and helped too. I hadn’t ever seen such enthusiasm in his demeanour and he started earlier and worked even later than he normally did. Our younger friends came during the week, as they took their summer holidays early, and stayed with Tony and Melissa.

By Thursday when the summer crowd started to arrive at Maple Lake, we were ready for a most successful night of frivolity. We hired all our young friends to help staff the bar and wait tables, convinced that they would be needed.

When the phone rang on Friday morning I answered. It was Kent phoning from the local motel to say that he had arrived late on Thursday and had Rick, one of his friends and their wives with them. Because they were a large group, they had booked the Motel and brought two cars. Kent’s car was full of stock for the girls.

“Don’t need to dress up now guys.” he quipped. “Rick’s wife and the others can’t wait to meet you all. We’ve told them all about your wonderful place and they are all looking forward to a morning swim in the lake. Nobody brought togs either.” He added with a laugh.

They all arrived at ten am. Rick had already seen the bungalow up on the hill and was keen to look inside after a morning swim. His wife Monique, a tall, slender and strikingly beautiful lady in her early forties was equally keen. Their friends Ray and Laurel, a charming couple around the same age as Margaret were overwhelmed by our home.

Following brief introductions we were all in the lake, swimming about and talking like old friends. It was interesting to note, as we had last weekend, that none of our older friends had discernable tan lines on their bodies and the women completely shaved, like Cat and I. Being nude, outdoors, evidently wasn’t new to them.

Des took them all up to the bungalow in the convertible while Margaret stayed with Cat and I, at Rome. She had seen all that she needed and asked me to take her out on the lake instead. She wasn’t a bit concerned about two or three other boats cruising nearby and I could feel her hardened nipples pressing into my back as she hung on tightly. She had no qualms about revealing her excitement at all. Ken and Cat had gone inside to prepare a light lunch for everyone when they returned while Margaret and I went right around the lake, stopping briefly at Tony and Melissa’s little love nest across the lake from Rome. Margaret immediately fell in love with the privacy of area, enthusing about the scenic beauty of the land and the matured trees surrounding the lake frontage.

I loved Margaret’s company. Age difference between us seemed quite irrelevant as we talked about things that I wouldn’t dare to discuss with my own mother. She was interested in my family group, realising that Cat and Ken were more than just friends of ours. She told me that communal living wasn’t new and brought a great many benefits to the participants. It had been widely practised in the sixties but in some cases it had produced unfortunate cults. Kent and herself had never tried it but had often discussed the benefits as well as the disadvantages. They had never found the right people to join up with. I found myself drawn to this open minded lady more and more as we talked. She was so understanding. When we saw the convertible return we made our way back. I could have talked to her all day as we had now become firm friends.

After a bit of good natured haggling Kent and Rick did buy the older bungalow. Their friend Ray had been a builder before going into his own business, pronouncing the structure sound and the new renovations well crafted. It was no surprise to me because Margaret had told me that they would be buying it earlier on. I was glad, mainly because I looked forward to her company, knowing we would see more of them now. They had been into town and seen the new signs on Lakeside, as we now called it. Tony had put the shop on hold but the foundation was there and he had assured us that it would be completed soon. The rest of Friday was spent organising the bungalow for occupation. We put a lot of the old furniture from Rome into the bungalow. The power and phone had been connected, for Tony to order materials. Kent was happy to stay at the motel but was out voted by his friends. Margaret looked forward to moving in immediately, saying that motel living was not really to her liking as she preferred the privacy of their own home.

Saturday night was a huge success, lasting well through the night. We introduced Kent and his friends to all the townsfolk that we knew, as the newest property owners in Maple Lake. Margaret, as I had expected got on really well with Harold’s wife, Heather. Darlene was overjoyed as her mother didn’t have a lot of friends her own age that had so much in common.

The convivial patrons almost drank the bar dry, costuming was superb and the band performed beyond the six hours I had arranged. Best of all, Kent told me he was going to arrange all the buyers he could to use the facilities mid-week. He expected better results in a more exotic surrounding. Now that they had their own base here, with Rick on site to arrange lighting and presentation, he liked the idea a lot. He was impressed with Melissa and Darlene’s plans and the proximity of Maple Lake to other cities. There was also an airfield close by. The younger patrons appeared to enjoy the evening, staying much later than I had expected. Gerald congratulated us all on our efforts, reserving special comment for Cathy. We worked over the summer break, virtually equalling the previous year’s annual profit. Maple Lake’s accommodation venues were happy to provide mid week off season rates that assured the convention idea’s viability, whilst adding to the profits of Lakeside Entertainment.

Cat and I had missed the thrill factor for those busy weeks, that we had experienced most recently at the nude revue bar in Rose Valley, but work had to take priority. The midweek events that we planned over the winter now included strip shows, but we needed to access some professional strippers to put on the sort of show that we would need to provide the largely male audience that we were expecting. Conferences would produce a lot of free spending businessmen and we wanted to encourage that type of clientele. The first opportunity came after the main holiday crowds had thinned out and Gerald could handle the business during the week.

We rang Bill Edmonds that week and arranged to have an evening’s fun. He was pleased to hear from us and offered us a spot immediately. That night we all drove to the city. Des and Ken were as delighted as Cat and I. They always enjoyed watching us and the other girls as we exhibited ourselves in the nude. Cat and I carried a bag with costume changes, including some of the more exciting BDSM gear. We arrived early, as Bill had requested, meeting all the regular girls before show-time. Bill asked if we would be prepared to give private shows in the next room. We didn’t really need the money so much now but I agreed.

I was first on, looking out at the audience nervously as I waited. Cat was talking to the other girls, cautiously sounding some of the better looking ladies out for future shows at Maple Lake. I stepped on stage as the music started, sensing the relief of a heroin addict receiving a fix. I looked forward to giving shows but the last four weeks had not provided the opportunity to flaunt my body in the same way as I would tonight. It was different to the previous evening that I had performed here. I found that the audience was more subdued at first as I went into my routine. I had removed my costume before I heard the first indications of approval and as I danced moving closer to certain tables the first hands started waving money at me. Now I weaved seductively through the crowd to increasing demand as I became more accommodating to their requests, opening myself up a lot more intimately to their lustful eyes. My clit ring seemed to fascinate some of the older men in particular and I soon had my first request for a private photo session in the adjoining room. I made my way back to the stage with a handful of tips. Two men had agreed to pay me for some explicit photos in the private room. There was an entrance to this room from the dressing room and I opened the door. An elevated pedestal in the centre of the room, where I was expected to provide the men with private entertainment and photo opportunities, awaited me. The other strippers had told me what to expect.

I extracted the agreed amount from the first man and put my foot on his shoulder while he took a photo, then posed in the ways he asked while he took others. Although I felt uncomfortable about providing such explicit shots at first there was a growing wetness between my legs and the faint aroma of my sex that pleased him so much that he gave me extra money. The second man just wanted to talk to me while I spread my legs and showed him my pierced clitoris, telling him how it felt when the procedure was being done. I could feel his hot breath when he was talking but I felt totally in control as I opened my lips up for him but I couldn’t help feeling sad that he felt that he had to pay extra to see a woman’s genitalia up close in this degrading way. The girls had told me that a lot of these older men were just lonely and didn’t mind paying extra money for a few brief minutes with them. I preferred the stage work, realising later how the girls could easily become addicted to hard drugs in dealing with some of the weird and sad requests that they received on a nightly basis.

I conveyed the information to Cat before she went on and she and I were both more selective after that. Overall the night was a success. The audience changing, as the night progressed, to a more playful and receptive group of spectators. Maybe I was just being too critical.

By the end of the evening we had made friends with several likely girls and had their contact details. Those ladies earned their money the hard way at Rose Valley, dealing with some the sad individuals in the process, with monotonous regularity. I hoped that doing shows for us at Lakeside would appeal to them. Confidence was restored after my first demeaning private show, and I looked forward to making our own format at Lakeside far more entertaining.

On this particular night, Des and Ken had used their time well. They discussed business with the manager, Bill Edmonds, making him aware that we could provide the BDSM gear that Cat and I wore in one of our acts, as well as a larger range of costumes. He provided them with a list of clubs in the area that we could approach, as well as placing a generous order with Ken for the Revue Bar’s costuming stock. There was a growing market now for Kent’s more radical gear. Cat and I loved to wear the variety of apparel that we had modelled only once before outside of Kent’s city boutique.

I remembered that Ken appeared to revel in playing the Master and the delicious pre-orgasmic sensations of waiting outside a room full of noisy strangers, blindfolded and sexually exposed. Maple Lake would never be ready for the kind of show that brought those feelings to life in me but in a private function among devotees of that strange subculture I had to admit I often thought back to that evening with a strange longing. Cat’s words returned to me as I kissed her and I whispered.

“Would you really like to be my slave if we did a private show again?”

Her eyes shone with excitement as she replied sincerely.

“You should know that I would do anything or go anywhere for you, Barb.”

I was now my normal cheeky self as we drove home discussing our many future plans between ourselves. Our group finances were in a very healthy state due to the fact that Darlene and Melissa had done very well selling lingerie, on our behalf. Kent had ensured that my margin remained intact in all his direct dealings with the girls. Sue, Jill and Caroline were selling in their home town areas too, as well as all their friends that saw the opportunity of making money in their spare time.

Our enterprise was growing at a phenomenal rate. Des and Ken were ensuring through their own special expertise, that tax liabilities were minimal as our profits grew. They had secured, in what little time they could now call spare, property options on some extremely desirable vacant land around Maple Lake for future development. They had plans to keep our talented young builders, Tony and David, busy full time for the next year. The extensions to the conference venue would require additional labour that would involve their other two friends, Cameron and Greg. Every Sunday we had made it a point to meet over a shared lunch, to share ideas and socialise with them all.

Des had cautiously approached Kent and Margaret about the possibility of their involvement in Kent’s enterprise as growth permitted. I did hint at ways that their talents could be beneficially utilised. Kent had been receptive to the possibility, Margaret enthusiastic to grow the business even further, as our mutual respect deepened. She had never had children and I believed that she would want Kent to devote more time to their leisure interests. She was keen to expand into swimwear, a fiercely competitive market, with our involvement and Darlene’s natural creativity in design. Over the next winter she planned to work with us on the project before the following summer.

She shared my vision of a multi-generation group working toward mutual prosperity and personal enrichment of the individual.

The last few weeks in our spare moments alone we had discussed topics ranging between world politics to more basic sexual needs. Cat and I were young enough to be her children yet we regarded her as an older sister when we were talking together.

By the time we arrived home we had decided as a group that we would investigate the subculture market more fully. The men would have to go along with Cat and I and play slightly different roles.

Ken surprised me with his enthusiasm and Des remembered his promise to allow me to fully explore my own fantasies and co-operate with me by agreeing. The coming winter was going to be a blast, as our young friends would say, and I looked forward to my next outing to a club.

By now we had a larger range of sex toys and a love seat hung from a rafter over the play room where we all normally slept. This had been a relatively new addition to our sex play. It was comfortable to sit in, the soft leather straps supporting the body weight whilst fully exposing, at every angle, the occupant’s genitalia to penetration from below or behind.

We had added a library of very erotic literature, including the Karma Sutra and many other eastern culture love technique manuals. We had practiced a wide range of techniques over the last months with the purpose of keeping our minds fulfilled and refreshed. Margaret loaned me some of her books dealing with mild BDSM which she told me that she had bought to inspire some of the gear that Cat and I loved to model at their boutique. I got the strangest feeling that she and Kent probably enjoyed variety in their bedroom as much as we did, but she didn’t elaborate.

Cat and I had both tried the chair, blindfolded for added sexual anticipation, as we tried to guess who or what might penetrate which orifice next. There was always something new among four eager lovers to stimulate and refresh our desires. Rarely nowadays, did we ever have one on one sexual encounters. Almost always, we combined. Des had improved his recovery rate through anal stimulation and other eastern techniques. The only reason, at this stage, that we hadn’t involved any other partners was fear of disease from another suitably adventurous partner. We had all discussed the possibilities but rejected the suggested parties for one reason or another. Jill’s sister Caroline, had been the closest contender so far considered. She had flirted with us, and I felt sure that she would have been a willing participant, but the friendship with her peers was far too important to risk in pursuit of mere sexual variation. The young group respected us, probably realising that we practised group sex by our obvious familiarity with each other, but we felt that they were committed to one and other in normal relationships.

Tonight we tied Ken into the chair, his first time, and after blindfolding and securing him in a completely vulnerable position we teased him by leaving him alone for ten minutes while Des, Cathy and I went outside to plan. Cathy wanted to spank him, remembering his humiliation of her and I at the weird club in the city. She had a memory like an elephant.

She really wanted an audience, to make her revenge complete. I suggested that we may yet get another, better, opportunity if we were patient. However, we made him beg for release as we all took turns at stimulating him both anally and orally, bringing him to the brink of orgasm, then leaving him to satisfy each other. We were teasing him mercilessly with a feather duster to keep him on the edge.

Finally we let him down and untied him, allowing him to choose, still blindfolded, who would provide his release. We all lined up, bottoms raised and lubricated to allow him his reward. He was insatiable as he plunged his throbbing penis into my bottom, thrusting deeper and stretching my sphincter muscles to the maximum, releasing his juices deep within me. We never tired of the variety that we could introduce to our sex lives together, never failing to find new ways to excite and stimulate each other, in our unending mission for gratification.

I wondered why I had depressed myself at the Revue Bar earlier on, as I normally enjoyed bringing pleasure to others in the strangest of ways. I must have been too preoccupied in thought, or perhaps missed the presence of Des in the room with me. I enjoyed the proud look on his face as I tantalised total strangers of both sexes now. It was always exciting and I felt totally in control of how far I would go to satisfy their most basic voyeuristic needs. It gave me a feeling of power as I fought to control my own pre-imminent orgasm as I surrendered my intimate parts to their transfixed gaze.

Cat and I had pondered idly in our reflective moments, what strange part of the human psyche compelled men and women to allow invasion of their genitals in this way. Some male flashers had nothing much to show but appeared to derive the same pleasure in exhibitionism, even to unwilling spectators. Females by and large were luckier, in that they rarely encountered unwilling spectators, more often encouraged to be progressively more daring. Cat and I appreciated nudity in both sexes as we admired the various shapes and sizes of even older bodies that bore the ravages of time. I had admired the way Margaret had looked after her body. She had kept her figure in top shape, rarely wearing clothing at home with Kent, and still enjoying the admiration of others out on the lake. The BDSM gear that she designed was cut to emphasise and display the genitalia of the wearer and judging by the sales records it was well received by the buyers.

Society today was more accepting of nudity. I encountered three other craft on the lake with naked occupants of both sexes the last time I had been out there. Next summer I had plans to promote nude events like water-skiing, walking, parachuting or even running, as outdoor entertainment. There seemed to be scope for a tremendous variety of such plans, here at Maple Lake among a holiday oriented population.

The following day was spent ringing contact numbers that Ken had written down, ascertaining whether there was any interest in allowing us to present a fashion show. It was important to get a wide enough audience of club devotees to be worth promoting a special private showing or finding out if a suitable venue was available. People were cautious at first but, after explaining the idea more fully, enthusiastically helpful in providing additional contacts for us to explore. By the end of the day we had three more positive responses and another two that would require further investigation. I stayed at home with Cathy while the men went out to visit some of the clubs, armed with photos of our earlier exhibition that Des had taken. They weren’t as professional as the latest ones, but more appropriate to the purpose.

Rick had improved Des’s ability over the last three weeks, showing him lighting and film speed techniques that produced a better photo. He was also going to take charge of my nude aerobics idea and produce a better quality, more marketable product when time permitted. We all agreed to wait meanwhile, as there were more important issues to devote our time to at Lakeside these days.

They were buoyant and secretive on their return but very enthusiastic and it wasn’t long before we extracted some information from them. They had rung Kent in the city on the way home and been asked if he and Margaret could attend. We had agreed weeks ago, that if Kent or Margaret made the first approach to an evening like this, we would agree to participate in a combined sexual encounter. Des felt that this could be on the cards, judging by Kent’s manner. I had gathered that they were interested in BDSM but I was reticent to expand my conversations with Margaret too overtly. We respected them too much to initiate any invitations of that nature. We often suspected that Rick and Monique were similarly inclined. Monique often called Kent ‘Sir’ when she thought they were alone or out of earshot. She wasn’t very outgoing with the rest of us and we often suspected that she was a submissive or something like that. She looked at Ken in a longing sort of way and this further reinforced the theory that the relationship between them was at least, unconventional.

Our excitement built as the day approached when Kent and Margaret had agreed to meet us, just prior to setting off to Taylor’s Ridge some forty minutes drive from Maple Lake. Cat and I hadn’t been there but Des described the town as a larger population centre than Rose Valley with an industrial economy. The club was similar to the one that we had attended in our home city.

Both Cat and I were determined to make Kent and his family proud of us and sell lots of gear in the process. We wondered whether they would dress up too. I couldn’t imagine what Kent would look like in a costume of some sort. In the past I had only seen him in casual gear or a business suit unless he was totally naked. Whatever he wore he always looked so relaxed and in control of the situation. I was sure that he would wear something appropriate to the occasion.

The final arrangements were completed only yesterday and we had been assured of a large crowd, temporary membership use of all the club’s facilities and a great night out. I had spoken to the club secretary myself and his voice sounded intelligent and well cultured. I had a strange sense that he was a ‘Master’ himself. He had asked me if I enjoyed submission and I had stumbled for the correct words to answer him. I had been a little unsure about what he meant but even over the phone, he sounded like someone that I would like to please. It was hard to explain but the man had almost given me a orgasm, just in talking to him.

“I -I’m not sure what you mean Sir” I said. ” I love giving pleasure to others as long as I’m not put at risk.-If you know what I mean.” I managed. He was silent for a minute and I wondered if I had said the right thing. “I don’t want to be made to do things that wouldn’t really want to do.” I qualified,hestantly.

“It’s a well run club that we have here. Safe words are used and any person proceeding against another’s free will are heavily fined and barred from the club for life.” He said curtly. “Apart from that, I’m sure you will enjoy meeting us.” He concluded.

Cat and I agreed to perform on the basis that our husbands would reverse roles, in some of the costumes of our choosing the next time. We would take the convertible to allow more room for Kent and Margaret. I must admit, I had never been so excited and the time seemed to drag as we awaited for Margaret’s arrival. In addition, I knew Cat was anxiously anticipating the possibility that we might all share a sexual experiences with the older couple. Kent had always been reserved and had never touched us intimately but neither one of us would have objected at this point, if he had. We were fascinated by his flaccid penis, which was larger than Ken’s in both length and width. I’m not being crude, I hope, but we both wondered if it grew even larger still when erect, fantasizing for the last three weeks about what it might feel like to have sex with him. The men were also in awe of his equipment, feeling that it was wasted on a man of his age whenever we talked about it.

I was pleasantly surprised when the phone rang, just as we were about to start preparing dinner.

“Will you good people do me the honour of attending our home for dinner, before we go out tonight?” Kent’s rich, cultured voice was unmistakable. “Shall we say five pm my dear?”

They normally came down to Rome as soon as they arrived, and had a meal with us. Kent sounded different, more like the secretary of the club that we were about to visit. He was friendly enough and polite as usual but his voice imparted a sense of contained power that I had been unaware of previously.

“That would be lovely, Kent.” I stumbled, still shocked by the new tone in his voice. “I thought that you might be coming to have dinner with us?”

“Don’t be late!” He replied curtly, dismissing any further polite conversation. “Just wear your costumes to dinner. We’ll be leaving from here.”

“Alright-” He had hung up already. I felt stupid talking to a dead telephone but I had a tingling feeling between my legs and I was quite weak at the knees. I put it down to my surprise invitation to have dinner, in costume, at Kent’s home. His costumes always made me feel more exposed than if I were totally naked. I immediately worried about what Margaret might think of me.

We all agreed to meet Kent for dinner, in costume, before proceeding straight away to Taylor’s Ridge. The convertible was already packed with the apparel and equipment of our choice, so we arrived at Kent’s place as we intended to appear at the show. Des was admiring Kent’s gleaming new Lincoln Limousine as we drove in. Cat and I modestly wore our coats and more sensible shoes when we knocked on the door. Our men were dressed in casual gear. I was astounded to see Monique answer the door stark naked, wearing only nipple rings. I noticed a padlock hanging between her legs like some kind of medieval chastity device.

She showed us into the hallway without saying a word or indicating what was going on, keeping her eyes lowered. She stood beside an empty coat stand and kept her voice low.

“Please leave your coats here.” She whispered.

Cat looked at me with gleaming eyes as she took off her coat to reveal her sexually exposed body. Her nipples were hard and prominent and she seemed anxious to comply. I had mixed feelings as I hung my coat up next to hers and we all entered the main room. There was an eerie silence for a minute as we took in the scene before us.

To Be Continued.

Pearl Halley sat with her son on their comfortable sofa in the living room. Den had already guessed he would need to pay good attention. Looking around at the sofa and the coffee table, he noticed they were especially tidy. Architecture magazines were stacked neatly. Cushions sat straight in a row. The TV was dusted and the glass looked crystal clear. Even the air smelled scrubbed. Closed curtains hung wrinkle free and the stereo system gleamed like fine dinnerware. The aftermath of his birthday party had been completely swept away.

“Den, now that you’re eighteen, I feel it’s right to tell you about celibacy.”

“Oh mom, I know all about that.”

“I’m sure the public school has covered the subject as required by law, but I’m much more worried about what your friends might say. There is a lot of dangerous misinformation being passed around as truth. Besides it’s important for parents to discuss these things with their children. At this stage in your life, your life might depend upon knowing the honest facts.”

“You mean, like, celibacy isn’t only for religious nuts who can’t accept the idea that humans are evolved from animals?”

His mother smiled. “Why yes! I’m so glad we didn’t have to beat around the bush.” She continued. “You see, that was an example of a half-truth. Yes, celibacy can be abused by men and women seeking spiritual transcendence, but it’s far more complicated that than.”

“Yeah? Tommy Anderson told me he was celibate, but later I caught him masturbating in front of his sister. He said that didn’t count. She liked to tease his cock with her mouth and then fuck her pussy with an eight inch, black dildo just to spite his celibacy.”

“It’s easy to get confused. Do you have any questions before I go over the basics?”

“Umm, yeah I guess. When did celibacy begin?”

“It was long ago, when mankind realized it couldn’t be fucking every minute of the day. Food was plentiful, and human beings were pretty much safe from most predators. One day, a brave woman was sucking on her son’s prick when she pulled away before he could fill her mouth with warm cum. Maybe her ass hurt from the domesticated animal that was pumping its trained cock up her shitter, but some say she was struck by a thought that had never occurred to anybody before.

“‘Son,’ She said, ‘I think I’ll go for a walk by myself.’

“Of course, lions ate her, but the son remembered that day, when for the first time, as he was just about to cum, his mother took her mouth off of his bursting cock. Some say he simply jacked himself off or got the animal to lick it until his milky juice squirted out, but I believe the professors of sexual anthropology and their theory that he simply let his cock slowly soften and shrink. He stood up and looked around at the simple sprawl of bodies writhing in different positions from various sex acts. Perhaps he wondered where he might fit himself in, but he must have been somewhat concerned for his mother. It’s only natural. He certainly must have been looking forward to sticking his young prick into her savage pussy and fuck her until she screamed in ecstasy. But she had gone.

“Maybe he scratched his head or his disappointed balls, but it’s pretty clear that the sun set, and his mother did not return. No doubt, orphan that he was, the remaining tribe members included them in their continuous escapades of sucking, fucking, cumming, and testing out new animals.

“However the idea had been born, and as insane as it must have sounded then, there’s one thing, aside from natural lust, we also know about people. They like to pretend.

“He spawned a new generation, daughters and sons all ready to plunge headlong in to daily sex life. But as a precaution, he told them about the day his mother walked away from sex only to be eaten by lions. Certainly none of them would ever be so foolish.

“But the human being is a curious creature, and wont to test every conceivable idea for potential excitement. Imagine the young daughter sucking on one of her brothers’ happy dicks while taking her father in her cunt and the other brother in her ass. (Oh, I see you are imagining it.) Suddenly she decided to stop all her sucking and pushing back against the hot meat filling her belly and guts. Doubtless, many seconds passed as the men continued to push in and out of her three holes, perhaps minutes passed. Eventually they realized the wonton receptacle of their impending, orgasmic jets had changed her character. This was new and puzzling. What was the matter? Was she feeling all right? Had someone failed to please her? Everything had been progressing so wonderfully a few moments before.

“Then they heard her giggle! She had invented teasing, and aren’t you glad for that you naughty product of my womb?”

Pearl’s son was nearly drooling. He began to wonder how long this story was. Always at school, his teacher would walk along the rows and give hand jobs and pork to her students as she recited the lessons. Den never had to listen so patiently before. His emotions climbed to a whole new level of arousal waiting for his mother to finish her story.

Pearl smiled but her eyes sparkled with wicked delight. After all, there’s no better way to teach than to demonstrate.

“News of that event swirled around the tribe like water. After only a couple generations, everyone, especially the girls, tried to catch their various lovers off their guard just long enough to confuse and arouse them to greater passions. It was the greatest step for mankind that had happened since man had appeared on the planet. Tribe after tribe, from continent to continent the new experience spurred humanity to delights never before discovered.”

“Gee, and I thought teasing was just mean.” Den fidgeted on the couch.

“Not at that time, but after ages of joy and peace, there came a terrible day. The enlightenment of celibacy was struck dark by an evil man who thought only of his own pleasure at the expense of others. Nobody knows his name, but forever will he be cursed.

Pearl fixed her gaze upon her son and deliberately paused till his attention was absolute.

“There once occurred a great celebration for a tribal chieftain. His daughter had reached the time of her first breeding, and therefore a contest was held to see who would raise the child her father had naturally bred upon her.

The contest was such that every man of the village would stand before the daughter who was spread eagle and tied to a totem pole by leather thongs. The man who waited longest before stuffing his prick into her wide open cunt would be the winner.

“Now it is known that men and women at that time could wait only a couple minutes before their years of sexual conditioning overtook their will. And the chief’s daughter was the most beautiful woman in the village! So it was doubly hard to resist humping right into her dripping pussy. The chief himself was prepared to rescue his daughter from any man who might hold out longer than than she could, but only for two men did he have to comfort her overheated cunt. Dozens of other villagers simply banged her at first sight, while others failed to resist longer than one cup of water through the clock.

“The two men who managed to resist the longest used two, very different means of preserving their sanity in view of the most exciting woman of their time. The first resorted to jacking off, like several others had, but instead of finally burying his jet of cum right into her pussy as nature obviously intended, he spewed her face with a full load of boiling jism!

“Needless to say, it caused quite a stir. Of course, every man knew the experience of injecting hot spunk into a woman or animal’s mouth or ass before. Their society still wondered if filling those holes might impregnate or produce some mythological creature like a centaur, but this thing of ejaculating quarts of fresh cum onto the woman’s face had never occurred before. It was considered so exciting of an invention, the chief fully expected to give his daughter to this ingenious young man.

“But not all the contestants had been given their chance. One last man remained to attempt to resist the beautiful daughter’s charms. The villagers suddenly laughed. This man who approached the bound figure of perfection, he was known as the village idiot who often interrupted mating pairs at the moment of their mutual orgasm and steal their cum into his own mouth or ass right from the intended partner. They were sure he would not be able to withstand the girl’s helplessness any longer than a viper could withstand the opportunity to poison a fawn.

“Unfortunately, this man was no idiot. However, the evil of thievery had claimed his soul. He stood in front of the chief’s daughter and showed her his cock, but to the horror of the village, the man had none! The day before he had cut off his manhood and seared it with a burning torch.

“With an dreadful laugh, he threw the carcass of his ugly cock at his leader’s feet and claimed that forever would he not fuck the chief’s daughter, and if his leader was an honorable man he would do as he promised and give his daughter to him.

“The village was outraged and probably would have supported whatever punishment the chief saw fit, but it was the daughter who decided the matter.

“‘Father, I love you more than my own life, and I cannot allow this beast to impugn your dignity. I shall become his woman, but I promise that the child you seeded unto me will be a daughter, and since you only promised that I was the prize of this contest, our daughter will belong to the true winner of this day.’ and she bowed her cum dripping head at the handsome young man who had uniquely blessed her with his seed.”

“NO! Mother that’s horrible. Tell me it didn’t happen that way!” Den jumped up with a anguished look on his face. “Tell me the good man was able to steal the woman back.”

“Ah, but then the good man would have resorted to the ways of his enemy.” Pearl told her son sincerely. “There is a reason that I waited for your 18th birthday to tell you this story. You are old enough to learn the whole truth about celibacy.”

Den thought about it and he knew his mother was right. With a saddened face he sank back into the soft couch cushions.

“The reason we do not know the evil man’s name is because the chief had his name stricken from their language. Anyone with that name was immediately renamed, usually to the name of the good man, and never was the evil one used again.

“But the act of self-emasculation was not the greatest evil that befell the village. This man had to somehow live with his defiling act, and once more he twisted a healthy aspect of mankind to serve wickedness.

“Unable to satisfy the daughter’s need for regular fucks, although he tried sucking her clit and stuffed all manner of nature’s bounty into her pregnant pussy, he was rarely capable of the effort it took to bring her to orgasm. The woman was no fool, and she would often bring her cunt to his mouth full of other men’s cum. This infuriated her man, but he was helpless to stop her. It was tradition in those days that men who could not satisfy his woman must suffer the disgrace of the ‘withheld cock’. To settle his own needs, he resorted to sucking the cocks of better men and begged them to stick them up his ass. But his only means to keep the chief’s daughter was to suck her to orgasm even when her cunt was brimming with the soured jism of dozens of real lovers.

“Soon the beautiful daughter gave birth to her own daughter, and the precious baby was promptly delivered to the good man’s care. It is said that even in her first year, the man who dearly loved the chief’s daughter would expend his seed all over his child in faithful memory of her beautiful mother. Others in the village shared his act of loyalty, either upon his child or their own young.

“The evil man was tormented in daytime by the unwashed faces of little girls everywhere around him, and he was tortured at night by his woman who fed him other men’s virile cock juice from her overflowing pussy.

“Very quickly, he became totally insane and began to talk to people who could not be seen. He would tell them, ‘I am going to become the new chief. ‘ And he would make up stories about his invisible friends. He claimed that the villagers were being watched and judged by forces that would someday purify the village of it’s sexual excesses.

“Of course the villagers ignored him. He was already known to be an idiot. But year after year, the evil man would claim that his invisible friends were the cause of everything bad that happened in the village. Someone would stub their toe, or a pine cone would fall on a person’s head, he even claimed that the sky and the earth was controlled by his friends.

“One year, the village had a poor harvest, and a hungry winter gnawed at their stomachs. The evil man raged and raged that uninhibited sex would be their downfall.

“But mother, why didn’t they just move to a better place to farm?” Den asked curiously.

“That’s a wonderful question, dear, and researchers believe that they know the answer. You see, this man happened to live at a time when the earth was beginning to fill up with people, at least in the area of his village. The pure hearted villagers did not realize that they could simply come in their daughter’s lovely mouths or up their cute bottom holes to keep their population in balance with nature’s ability to provide.

“There were too many mysteries in the world when villagers stopped desiring sex. Because they were so hungry, every mystery was examined, not consciously, but men and women alike are always seeking answers, sometimes to things that do not exist. To make matters worse, the chief died that winter for many years had passed since the legendary contest.

“After that, even the reasonable voice of the chief’s daughter could not keep th