Author’s notes: I wrote this as a challenge from a friend. He was having a daydream one day and wrote it out. He left several open ends that needed answering. He told me that he did it on purpose so that I could write the rest.
Also, this story was written with actual real people in mind that I keep very close to my heart. However, right after this was written one of these relationships ended or took a good bye for now break. Time will only tell which. Proofreading was very bittersweet as I can feel him in every word of the story.
I hope that you enjoy. Please comment! I love constructive criticism. My writings can only get better with your input.
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It was a scene that Samuel and I had come up with together but none of the other participants were going to be let in on all the details.
A few months ago I told him that I was interested in CNC play. He was cautious at first because he and I had just started experimenting with pain and he didn’t know if I could handle not having some kind of control of what was going to happen to me. To be completely honest it scared me too but when I initially asked for it I only had him in mind and I knew he wouldn’t do anything past what I could handle.
A few weeks after mentioning it he had called me very excited. This was out of character for him. He is normally very calculated and controlled. I liked this side of him. I could feel his passion coming through the phone.
“I know how to give you a taste of your CNC fantasy without fear of you getting hurt. However, you have to trust me.” He said
“You already know how much I trust you. What is it?” I reply feeling my stomach turn in anticipation
“Most if not all of your friends are pretty much vanilla, right?” he asks
“Yes?” I reply with a question in my voice
“We already know you do very well with being bound and spanked, right?”
“Yes?” more questions in my voice
“This is what I’m thinking.” He goes on with the rest of the plan
“Now all you have to do is invite 2 of your most trusted friends and your husband on the day we decide. I will supply all the choices of pleasure.”
“OK, I can do that.” I say with a true knot in my throat. I could feel the wetness forming between my legs. Even though I could feel the fear coarsing through me I was now even more excited than he was at the beginning of the conversation.
Over the next week I went through the friends that I have slept with in the last few years. One was an immediate pick. Richard is one of my truest friends. He knows all my inner fantasies. He knows what I like and doesn’t like. He has read the inner workings of my brain and then asked questions when the details were foggy. He will not hurt me but he will know how to push me to the limit. I texted him immediately.
“I am free weekend after next. I am getting a room. Would you be able to hangout?” I send over Snapchat
It took a few hours for a response due to it being after work hours but when he did it was frank and to the point.
“Absofuckinglutely!”
“I will send more details the day of. Is that ok?” I replied
“Yep, I’m free until around 3 every Saturday.” He sent back
Our evening conversations are usually pretty short so he didn’t even question the scarce details.
I grinned to myself and I felt my heat rising. He and I have only been together a few times but we’ve talked so much that I knew his section of time will be well worth it.
Now on to number 2. Who should I choose? Who would be worth the time and effort? No one that cums to quickly. No one that doesn’t do foreplay. Someone that isn’t going to have an imagination. Jace is the only one that fills all those boxes. He lives out of town. The timing might be hard for him. I know he will take the challenge and run with it. I sent him a Snapchat.
“Do you think you could plan a trip here weekend after next?”
He replied back with a naked pool pic that said ” I already am”
“I don’t understand?” I replied quizzically
“I’m driving through that weekend. I will be getting a room there that Saturday.”
“Oh I see, perfect timing. I will text you more details the day of. Is that ok?” I asked
“Sounds good to me. I’m excited to see you.” He replied with a kissy emoji
I grinned to myself. This was ending up easier than I originally thought. The only person that was left to talk to was Howard. He may not be ok with such scarce details. However, it won’t work if he knows all the details. I usually tell him everything. This is going to be hard to keep to myself for 2 weeks.
I made it home around 6 that evening but I would have to wait until later to talk about everything. We worked on supper together and talked about work. He asked if I had talked to Samuel that day. I told him yes. Then dropped the subject there. He looked at me expecting more but I didn’t go on.
“What, no details?” He asked
“We will have to talk later.” I responded as I nodded my head towards our kids in the living room.
“Oh ok. They aren’t even listening to us.” He responded
“I know. I have something to talk to you about that might take more than a few sentences.” I explained
He reluctantly accepted my response and moved on to the next topic.
We all finished dinner. The kids got off to bed. Howard and I moved to our room to start relaxing. “Spill it.” He said
I crawled in next to him.
“Weekend after next I am getting a room in town. Samuel and I have planned a scene. You will have a key to the room but only a certain amount of time to play with me. That is all the details I can give you.” I responded in one breath
“That sounds fishy. I don’t like it. Why should I only have a certain amount of time with you. You are my wife? Why can’t we all just play together? He asked getting agitated
“It is the scene. I promise you will get more information the day of and you will fully enjoy yourself.” I said with a sexy evil glint in my eyes
“Ok, I will take your word for it.” He said not quite convinced
“I promise baby. There is nothing fishy. You may actually enjoy this scene more than I do. It’s hot I do not think you will have one complaint after.” I tried to explain his worries away.
He turns his body towards mine and kisses me. His hands find my skin under my baggy tshirt.
“I believe you.” He whispered as he begins to kiss me
The next few weeks go by quickly. I become more nervous as the time goes on. What if someone cancels? What if one of them gets weirded out? I don’t know how I will internally handle one of them judging me. All 4 men are very close to my heart and their judgements of me mean a lot. I feel like my choices are very open minded but I can not predict what level of kink will be their limits.
It is finally the morning of and I am a big ball of nerves. I can barely finish my coffee before I have to text Samuel. “What time are you going to be here?”
“I came in last night. I will be here as soon as you want to show up. I am available to help you through all your nerves before any of this starts.” He responds
He obviously knows me too well. “Are you nervous?” I ask
“A little. But it will turn out the way that it’s supposed to. That’s the beauty in something like this. You can only control so much that other people do and the rest is what makes it fun.” He replies with a winky face emoji.
I finish my coffee and begin packing my bag. I over pack not knowing if I need lingerie, panties, or bras. Some of the details have even been left elusive to me. The questions rolling around in my head. I know he left these details open because of what we are trying to accomplish but at this very moment they are creating a massive knot in my stomach.
Howard quietly watches me pack. I know he can feel the anxiety and nervousness pouring off of me. He hates it when I get like this but he knows better than to try and make me feel better. I am internally talking to myself. Ticking off all the things I need to pack. Rolling the details that I do know around in my head.
An hour later I am finally as over prepared as I can be. I think the only thing I didn’t pack is an evening gown. I packed for before, after, and during the scene. I packed as if I’m going on a 3 day trip. I load my things in the car and kiss Howard good bye. I can feel his anxiety too from not knowing what to expect. “When should I know anything? Text me when you get there” he asks
“I don’t know.” I respond honestly
I get in my car and text Samuel. “I’m on my way. What hotel? What room?”
“Marriott. 402” he responds with little wait time.
I think he is more worked up about this than he is letting on but I’m ok with me being the only one showing it. I turn the music on mind deafening loud as I drive. I purposefully think of only the lyrics until I pull into the parking spot next to his truck. I grab my gym bag and suitcase out of my car and walk to the elevator inside.
The door dings open and there he stands. I gasp as the breath catches in my throat. It still surprises me each time how attractive he is. “We’ve got to quit meeting like this.” He says with a grin
“Where are you going?” I ask
“I saw you pull up. I was coming to help you with your bags.” He says as the door closes and we travel upward.
His hand brushes mine as he takes the handle of the suitcase. My breath catches in my throat again as the electricity from his touch starts my heart racing. He looks at me as if he is laughing at me. “Breathe.” He whispers
“I’m trying.” I say
“Why are you so worked up, already?” he asks with concern and jesting
“You.” Is all I can breathe out
“Me? I didn’t do anything…yet.” He questions
“You don’t have to. It’s just your presence.” I say as the door dings open. We walk to the room silently. He swipes the key over the sensor and opens the door. He waves for me to go in first. I look around. There is no sign of what is to come later. He puts my bags in the closet next to his and shuts the doors.
“Do you want to get rid of some of your nerves?” he asks as he moves closer to me. He backs me up against the wall. I swallow and look into his deep brown eyes. I reach up and take his hat off. He leans in even closer. His hands go to my waist. He pulls me the rest of the way to him and leans us both against the wall. His mouth comes to mine. I expect a full passionate kiss but all he gives me is a peck. I growl and move my hands to his face. I tip toe to try and get the kiss that I want. He pecks me again. I whimper “That’s not fair.”
“Today is about you not having any say in what is going to happen. Can you handle that?” he whispers. His tone is mocking me.
“Can you handle that?” he asks again
I nod my head “But I still want a real kiss.” I respond
He laughs. He bends but does not stop at my mouth. He nudges my head to the side and begins nibbling my neck. His hands move to pet it, with his thumb he adds slight pressure to my jugular. His arm wraps around my waist as my knees go a little weak. I moan as my eyes close and my head tilts to give him better access to my throat. He continues kissing, licking, and touching until my thoughts are completely void. “Do you want more?” he asks huskily
I moan softly in response. My body presses more into his, savoring the feel of his firmness and heat. He walks us a few feet sideways until I feel the bed behind my knees. I sit. “Give me your phone.” He says
I hand it to him. He hands it back. “Turn the pass code off.”
I do as I’m told. He turns around and places my phone on top of his on the desk. He returns to me. He bends and kisses me on the forehead, down my face, to my neck, and continues to travel until he has laid me flat on my back. He continues to kiss and unbutton my blouse. His fingers trail over my skin giving me instant goosebumps. He is watching my face. I am watching his. He grins as his hands go behind my back and unclasps my bra.
I am breathing heavy. My body is begging for more. This slow torture is driving me mad. He removes my shirt and bra as he manipulates my bodies responses to get me undressed. He bends to take off my shoes and socks. His fingers travel up my jeaned calves and thighs. His nails digging into me as he goes. I hold my breath reveling at the feel of his roughness. He unbuttons my pants and starts kissing each tender spot as he removes them. He bites down my inner thighs. Each inch. All the way down my calves. My body is on fire. My hips are bucking with each bite.
He stands and bends to my face again. I am completely naked on the bed. He smiles into my eyes. I stretch my neck up and he finally kisses me. His hands next to my head. He lays slightly on top of me. The rough feel of all of his clothes on my over sensitized skin. He bucks his hips into me. I can feel he is as turned on as I am.
His hands reach above my head. “Close your eyes” he orders
As I close my eyes I feel him place something over my head and secure it around my face. I open my eyes to darkness. A blindfold. I gasp. He lifts off of me. I moan in resistance. “No, I want more.” I complain
He does not say anything else. I hear him in the closet. I hear him on my phone. I assume it’s my phone anyways. I lay there obediently. I do not have a choice. I can not see. I do contemplate moving the blindfold just to peak at what he’s doing but decide against it. I can hear him at the other queen bed preparing something. I finally relax and accept what ever is happening.
The room is cool and I have goosebumps everywhere by the time he is done. He walks over to me. “My God, babe why didn’t you tell me you were cold?” He asks
I shrug my shoulders. I hear him walk to the air conditioner and adjust the temp. The machine stops roaring and the room is eerily quiet. I feel my body start to warm. “All of your friends and Howard are on Snapchat, right? What are the other 2s names on here?”
“Howard, Richard, and Jace. Yes, they are all on Snapchat.” I answer now realizing why he needed my phone.
He picks me up and moves me to the other bed. He begins asking me about each man. What they like to do to me. How they fuck. What position each likes to do to cum. As he is asking the questions he is placing my body into some kind of restraint: my torso, my knees up and together, my hands behind my back. I could tell from the feel that the material on my body wasn’t rope but it was not agitating to my skin. However, the restraint on my wrists was most definitely rope. He tied it lose enough to not be uncomfortable but tight enough that I couldn’t move or get out of it. I move to test each as he finishes each body part. I can feel a calm start going through my body and mind.
I am no longer vibrating from need. I am enjoying the feel of each thing that he is doing to prepare me for my visitors. I can hear his breathing as he finalizes his preparations. The last things that I hear is him move to the bedside table, take something out, and then place earbuds in each ear. I groan in protest. He removes one. “Too much?” he asks
I nod my head no and he replaces the ear bud. I suddenly feel a vibration close to me. Then it is on my clit. He secures it into place. It is not at max level vibration but enough that my body tries to respond. I try to move my hips but I can’t. My entire body is immobile. I feel his hands go under my shoulders and pull me slightly down. My head is half on and half off the bed. Angling slightly. This cues me to who my first visitor will be. Richard. Samuel’s last touch is sweeping my hair from underneath me to hang off the bed.
The room is still. I no longer feel him. I swallow. My clit is responding to the vibration. God, I want to move, it is just slightly out of place. I will not be able to cum this way. However, I will be so over sensitized by it.
I lay there for what seems like hours. My skin cool again from the air. My pussy wet from the vibration. My head full of the lyrics from the music and the anticipation of waiting. Suddenly I feel a heat next to my shoulders and then wet heat of someone sucking on my nipple. I moan in response to the human contact. My body starts to warm as the air turns off but my nipples harden from his sucking. His facial hair tickling my soft skin. I feel him reach below my waist. I had felt Samuel put something there but I couldn’t tell what it was. It was agitating whatever it was. I feel him leave me for a few seconds. I moan in protest. Suddenly I feel something light petting around the lips of my pussy followed by a hard smack of leather. Light. Smack on the other cheek. I respond to the contrast with a moan. I can feel my pussy get even wetter. This goes on for several intervals until I feel him move out of his pants next to my head. The denim sweeps over my cheek and hair. His cock is at my lips. I open to oblige his size. If this is Richard he has a thick cock with a very accommodating curve. His length will hit well past the end of my mouth into my throat. I hungrily take his head into my mouth. The taste and feel of the smooth skin probes me on. Within seconds he has pushed himself fully into me. I gag slightly he draws back. I whine. I want more. I want to show him I can take more. He obliges my moan and shoves back into my mouth. I relax my throat lightly. When he hits the end again he moves back a little but then tests the length. He slowly let’s me take him deeper. I am so concentrated on swallowing him that I don’t notice there is another vibration. I feel it at my hole. Then it is inside of me. I clench around it. He turns it up. At first his cock and the vibrator are at 2 different paces. I can’t concentrate on him and cumming. However, eventually I stop moving and allow him to fuck my face and my pussy with the toy. I climb joyfully. I feel his cock pulsing. I have never made him cum before. I can feel the pride swelling with my orgasm. I moan loudly several times as I clench around the toy. He pumps into me a few more times. He pulls out of my throat, mouth, and pussy abruptly. I feel a warmness shoot across my chest and stomach. I smile knowing that he has came. “Thank you” I say. I feel something soft and paper brush across my chest and stomach. I assume he is cleaning me up. He places the agitating object under my hip again.
Then the room is empty. Again.
I breathe deeply catching my breath. I enjoy the stillness until my next visitor arrives. The vibration on my clit is soothing with the song. I can feel my mind wondering onto other things until I feel sleep starting to creep into my brain.
I am abruptly brought out of my dozing trance as the restraints on my knees are undone. “No!” I holler out
But it doesn’t stop. My knees are undone. My waist free. The vibrator turned off. The agitating object removed. However, the wrist rope, blindfold, and earbuds remain in. I am suddenly flipped over onto my stomach. My body splayed out flat. I feel a hard smack on my ass. This was a hand. 3 more smacks follow. I still can’t tell who this is. Then the room is empty again. “What the fuck!?” I say out loud. Several minutes pass until I feel a warm liquid go over my back. It isn’t cum. It feels slick, oil like. I feel him climb onto the bed and straddle my butt. His mouth is on the back of my neck. Kissing. Petting. Nibbling. There is a lot of facial hair. This has to be Jace. I should have known he would change the rules.
His hands travel up and then back down my back. Down my arms and back up. His hands are strong. I arch my back enjoying the feel of his hands on my skin. With each repetition his hands get stronger. His hands turn into his nails sliding across my slick skin. I feel his cock getting hard on my ass. He leans forward to where he is almost laying on me. He removes one earbud. “Do you want me to eat your beautiful pussy or fuck you?” he places the earbud back in.
“Eat me, please” I reply
He flips me returning me to my back. I feel his hands widening my legs opening my pussy. His warm tongue instantly making contact with the spot on my clit that the vibrator was not reaching. I holler out. I cum instantly. I feel him moan into me. His mouth starts eating me lightly but the progress gets more aggressive. My hips buck up into his mouth enjoying the new found freedom. He wraps his arms around my thighs and takes that freedom from me. He holds me down as he continues his aggressive soft assault. My core begins to clench. My fingers tighten into fists. My shoulders tense. My legs begin to quiver uncontrollably. I scream out as the orgasm tears through me.
He lifts. I can feel his body shaking between my thighs. He places the head of his cock on my clit and moves it back and forth. I moan in protest as the over sensitive skin protests the new stimulation. He moves it down and slowly enters me. I gasp. He is so thick. His fullness jolts my descending orgasm back up. He’s excruciatingly slow as I feel him trying to maintain his composure. Once again I feel him lean over me and remove the earbud. “I forgot how fucking tight you are. You feel so good wrapped around me.” He replaces the earbud. I buck my hips responding to his compliment. We move together for several minutes. Slow. Soft. Hard. Fast. He is pounding so hard that I can feel his balls smacking into my ass. My body begins to climb again. My mind goes blissfully numb. His cock starts convulsing inside of me. We cum together. He breathlessly lays on top of me before he gets up and restrains me exactly as I was before. I’m in awe of his skills. I had not realized he knew how to do all of this. He replaces the agitating object back under my hip and the vibrator on my clit in the exact same wrong spot. He removes the earbud one last time “Text me later. I want to see you without all of this.” He kisses me and leaves
My body is spent. My senses are confused. My emotions are raw. I’m at the edge of being done with all of this when I feel what has to be Howard climbing onto the bed. He finds the object instantly and removes it. He takes the blindfold off. I squint in the lamp light. He climbs off the bed and goes to the bedside table. I see him open the drawer and pull out several items. A long feather. 2 crops. A vibrator. He looks over at me almost questioning me but not waiting for an answer. I see him place a crumpled piece of paper on the table. That must be what’s been under my hip. I think. I see him pick up the vibrator but put it back down. He grabs the larger of the two crops. He replaces the blindfold on me. I moan in protest but he ignores me.
I feel a large smack on my ass. It was so close to my exposed pussy. God, that would have hurt. Another smack on the other side. I feel the heat forming on the two spots. He continues alternating smacks for several minutes. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes. I whimper and moan in pain but I don’t ask him to stop. He will know when to stop. Right? Several minutes pass. My ass is on fire. The blindfold is soaked in tears. I finally feel his fingers enter me aggressively. I can’t tell if he’s angry. Why is he being so aggressive with me. I know as he finger fucks me he is going to feel another man’s cum inside of me. He usually likes that. He removes his fingers and shoves them into my mouth. I suck them aggressively. I’m tempted to bite down slightly to tell him I don’t like his roughness. I feel a smack on my ass as I’m contemplating. He bends and starts to eat me. His mouth is hard. His teeth on my clit. He begins to slow as he enjoys his work. I begin to cum from the slow pace. I moan “Please, don’t stop.”
He pulls my hips. My feet rest on his shoulders. My body releases into his mouth. My walls contracting begging for his entrance. I feel him lift his body. His large cock enters me hard. He pounds into me. I can feel mine and Jace’s juices combining around his cock. He fills me so completely stretching my pussy to max fullness. The pain of his size and thrusts sends me over the edge. “Cum with me!” I scream out
He doesn’t. I can feel his determination to keep going with each hard thrust. He hits the end of me over and over. His nails digging into my hips. Finally I feel his body tense, shake, and release. He pulls out of me slowly and climbs off the bed. I’m expecting him to give me a kiss or announce his departure but he doesn’t. The room just becomes unexpectedly vacant.
I do not know if Samuel knows they are all done. I do not know if there is communication of any sort going on. I know that there was communication given obviously but how much. How did they all get in? Will any of them come back? They all had a key. I am ready to be out of the restraints. I am ready for clothes or at least a blanket. I am feeling overly exposed as all of them have left. My emotions are raw from each of their presences. I care about each one so differently. They each feel and care for me so contrastingly. My body and mind are so full of the whole experience with each one’s essence blending with the next. I did not take this into consideration when planning it. Samuel needs to hurry before my brain starts putting a negative spin on the whole thing. I do not want the after glow to fade into something else.
As if I summoned him I feel his large strong hands on my face petting me. Stroking down my cheek and neck. He pulls out the earbuds first. “You did so good, baby. I watched the whole thing. I left my phone here and video called the entire time.”
He starts to take the restraints off of my legs and removes the vibrator. As he removes each restraint I feel him pet and massage my body. He makes each muscle relax. He lifts me into a sitting position and removes the rope off of my wrists. He massages my arms, wrists, and hands. He turns me to where my legs dangle over the edge of the bed. He stands in between my thighs. Pets down my face and neck. Then finally removes the blindfold. I look up into his eyes. He kneels in front of me and smiles. “Do you want more or are you ready to shower and go eat something?” he asks
“Lay with me for a minute.” I ask
He grins a nurturing soft grin and nods his head. I lay on my side and he lays next to me. He wraps his warmth around me and I close my eyes. “Was it what you expected?” he asked
“Yes and no” I respond
“Explain” he probes
“I expected all the contrasting physical aspects. I expected the differences of each man. I didn’t expect what each did but that was the reason for doing the whole thing. What I really didn’t expect is the emotional contrast of each. I didn’t realize that was the part that would leave me so spent. Thank you for not doing anything with me before” I explained
“No, babe I knew better than all that. I knew the intimacy of us mixed in with everything else would be too much.” He responds
We lay there for as long as I needed. Him just wrapped around me while we breathe together. My stomach growls and I laugh. “I guess we need to go eat.” I say
“That is a true story.” I feel him grin into my neck
He sits and I do too. I go to my suitcase and pull out a pair of matching bra and panties and my toiletries. I walk to the restroom to shower. Unexpectedly he follows me. I thought he was going to give me time to breathe. However, if he did that it would not play into the entire scene. I don’t know which he has decided to do but I will accept either.
I turn on the shower without speaking and climb in. I run the water over my hair and body relishing in the excessive heat. I am in there for several minutes before he joins me. I notice instantly that his cock is extremely hard. He grabs the soap from my hand as I was about to wash myself. He squirts some into his hand and lathers it up. He turns my body to where I am facing away from him. He begins to wash my back. My shoulders. He wraps his arms around me. He washes my breast and stomach. His hands travel down. My eyes close. My body is already inviting more stimulation. My mind says there’s no way but my pussy clenches and tightens opposing my thoughts. His hands reach my lips and softly starts washing me. Testing the limits. My body presses backwards into his. I can feel the slickness of his chest against my back. His hard cock flush against my ass. He is getting harder as his hands continue to clean the insides of my lips and labia. I moan with his gentle touch. My ass arching up stroking his cock. He reaches up and rinses his hands of the soap. The water pours downward on his hands then massages the soap off of me. When finally rinsed he turns me towards him. My eyes glazed with wanting more. I look up at him. His eyes look as mine feel. Full of want. Full of desire. Aching to have more.
“We need to finish this.” He says as he signals his head towards the shower.
I know what he means but I choose to go another direction. I get to my knees in the shower and engulf his cock in my mouth. The water pouring over us as I suck his cock as if my life depends on it. I am relishing in my control until I feel his legs tremble and his hands go in my hair and pull hard. I let him exit me and he pulls me to my feet. “You think you’re cute don’t you.” He growls
I smile shyly. “I was enjoying myself” I feign ignorance at my ploys.
He hands me the soap. I squirt some in my hands. I soap up his chest and shoulders. My hands travel down his torso to his thighs and then meet in the middle at his extremely hard member. “May I wash it.” I ask as I look into his eyes
He laughs and nods his head. I slowly glide my hand over his head and down his shaft. I watch his face for a reaction. He is alternating between watching my small hands move over his cock and observing my face. His eyes are dark with lust. I can tell by the set of his jaw that he needs more. I continue to jack off his cock slowly until the water has rinsed all of the soap off.
“I want to thank you for today. Please let me make you cum. May I suck your cock again?” I ask. Pleading with my eyes into his
His jaw works as his eyes begin to twinkle “Yes babe, make me cum.”
THE AWAKENING
During summer, even the nights were warm. When Margarita prepared to sleep, she usually opened her windows to let in the slightly cool breeze. She would undress and lay naked on her bed.
For the last two consecutive nights she had dreamed of a nude man. In her dream, the faceless man was making love to her. His mouth with his soft thick lips sucked her left breast while his fingers played and gently pinched her right pink aureoles. She gasped and groaned as his tongue played alternately with her hardened rosy peaks and his fingers inches down to her heaving belly. It made circling motions on her navel sending fire of lust to her hole. He grasped her mons pubis with its growing soft pubic hairs.
She almost cried loud when his thumb and index fingers opened her labia and his fore finger touches and played with her hardening pink button. She raised her butt to meet the treacherous finger which was rubbing her pleasure zone. Unable to contain the swelling need about to burst inside her, she pressed his head at her breast and pushed the finger deeper into her waiting hole. She moaned as she moved her ass to meet the finger playing in and out her clit. She shouted his name as her fluid burst in uncontrolled orgasm.
She was suddenly awakened.
She was shocked to find a real man on top of her naked body. And he was the one she called in her dream.
“Uncle Lorenzo!”
“Ssshhh. My dearest one. Let me love you.”
Gutted with sudden fright, she brushed his finger which was still inside her cunt. Clutching her thin blanket, she covered her naked body and tried to leap at the other side of her bed.
“Don’t be afraid, my dearest one,” he whispered. “You wanted me to make love with you don’t you?” She could see him smiling at her, his teeth showing from behind finely clipped moustache.
“No, please, Uncle Lorenzo. Don’t do this to us,” she gasped. “I am your sister’s daughter, your true flesh and blood.”
“But my dearest one, I saw the lust in your eyes when you looked at my cock while I was bathing at the pool this afternoon. I knew that you wanted it ”
Yes, it seems that Lorenzo has made it a show to bathe naked at the pool directly below her bedroom window after a days’ toil in the ranch with the cow hands. And she really can’t take off her eyes at his naked magnificent well-muscled body and his monstrous bulbous cock. Seeing her watching him this afternoon, he smiled mischievously and stroked his dick and winked his lovely laughing eyes at her.
Margarita was mesmerized and instead of leaving the window, watched Lorenzo animatedly as he played with his dick. Up and down his closed hand stroked and masturbated his cock turning its glans into angry, fiery red. She bit her lips and with shaking hands clutched and pinched her breast barely covered by her thin summer dress. He masturbated faster and soon enough ejaculated his creamy semen shooting before her eyes. She gulped when her juice oozed from her clit in time when his semen spurted.
She felt so weak with emotion. She slowly sat where she stood, her eyes still fixed at his fat dick.
“Please, Margarita, touched me.” She was instantly brought back to reality when Lorenzo took her hand clutching her thin blanket. “Come on, feel it.”
With shaking hands Margarita reluctantly touched Lorenzo’s throbbing member. It was warm and seemed to have a life of its own as it pulsed through her touch. She lost restraint and clasped it, enclosing its satiny warm hardness on her palms. She could barely closed her fingertips on its massive head. “There, my dearest,” he whispered, “Enjoy yourself now. I am giving you this part of me which I knew you’ve wanted so much.” She felt his warm breath on her ears as he whispered endearing words coaching her, guiding her hand up and down his throbbing member.
Margarita cringed, as she held Lorenzo’s warm cock on her hand. She closed her eyes in mixed horror and excitement as he followed his whispering. “There, my dearest one. Move your hand up and down my dick. Oh God. That’s nice. Move your soft hand slowly. Mmmm. That’s good. I don’t want to come sooner.” Goose bumps crept throughout her body. She trembled uncontrollably as hot desires melted all her reserves. She clenched at his glans tightly. It was excitingly huge. She opened her eyes and watched its head appeared and disappeared as she moved her palm slowly up and down his shaft.
As Margarita masturbated him, Lorenzo sought her lips, his day old moustache scraping the soft skin of her mouth. When she opened her mouth to gasp he inserted his rough, strong tongue inside her mouth and sought her innocent sweetness within.
This is now a reality of what Margarita had been lusting for countless times. She shed off all inhibitions and surrendered to her mundane desire. She matched Lorenzo’s fiery kisses the way she knew how. When he withdrew his tongue, she sucked it, tasting him; his giddy taste intoxicating her in a happiness she never felt before. Strange, but she felt elated with his kisses. She almost lost her sanity when his warm monstrous dick pulsed in her palm. “Stop for a while now, my dearest one. I do not want come yet.”
Margarita paused and looked at the stud she was holding. Pre cum was oozing at its slit firing her strong desire to have it inside her cunt. She wanted Lorenzo to penetrate her now just like what she have wanted this afternoon. It was now a reality for her to enjoy. “Please, Uncle Lorenzo, take me. Now.” Her wild dreams were coming real. Mixed fear, guilt and excitement possessed her as she poised his stud to her hole.
“Not yet my dearest one. I wanted this to be the best. A loving you’ll remember the rest of your life. It will be heavenly I promise you.” Saying this Lorenzo once again claimed her mouth. Margarita wriggled and tried to insert his rock hard penis at her opening. But he gently closed her hole with his callous hand rolling on his back placing her body above him. His warm penis slipped from her cunt but she pinned it between her hips. She hugged his beefy and hairy buttock with one hand and clutched fiercely at his muscled back while their tongues clashed, sucked and splayed inside her mouth. She felt giddy and sought again for the object of her desire. She tried to poise it at her hole. But he raised her butt to avoid its entry and in doing it grazed her labia. She felt her juice oozed at its mere contact.
Margarita can’t control her lust anymore. She wanted Lorenzo to fuck her now. She grabbed his penis and poised its hard rock head at her entrance. She sat on it and a small part of its head pierced her, sending startling shock waves through all her senses. But no pains can stopped her now. She wanted more of it and pressed harder; and though her hole was already lubricated it barely entered her. “Please, Uncle Lorenzo don’t let me wait any longer. Take me now, please. Please,” she begged opening her pleading eyes.
Margarita had imagined this very act since she saw Lorenzo’s nakedness. His cock entering her and not her finger, coming in and out of her orchid. She wanted to savor the sweet pains she knew she would feel when this monstrous penis entered her. In one fluid move she gave her whole weight and she sat on his steel like hardness. She felt excruciating pain as if she broke in half when its massive head finally slipped on her hole. It was so painful, tears swelled and fall from her eyes.
Lorenzo still holding her butt to avoid their member from disengaging in one swift fluid move was on top of Margarita. “You have hurt yourself, my dearest one. You must have let me do it to you slowly.” He tried to raise his butt but she hugged him fiercely. “No. Please Uncle Lorenzo, don’t stop now.” She thrust up and met his withdrawing cock. She could feel it slowly filling her canal, scraping her vaginal muscle sending pains and satisfaction she can’t explain. When their body finally met as one, she was already profusely sweating.
Lorenzo slowly raised his body his penis slowly unsheathing from her hole. Margarita thought he had had enough and was already ending their union. “No. Please don’t Uncle Lorenzo. Leave your cock inside me. I wanted it there. I love it there.”
“Yes, my dearest one. It’s just the beginning of your everlasting joy. From now on you’ll have me as long as you desire.” He slowly jacked up and down his muscular warm part slowly leashing and unleashing down her shaft. She felt an unprecedented joy she never felt before. She loved every movement of what he does.
Lorenzo kissed her again. Their tongue spurred as their lower parts clashed in complete abandon. Margarita wished for it to last forever but orgasm was building up inside her. He was gasping heavily as he moved faster in and out her. She felt his massive cock pulsing inside her and she knew he was spilling his juice as he kissed her harder and hugged her tighter. She cried his name when she came. He collapsed on top of her as their sweat mixed and their juice oozed between her legs. When their eyes met he smiled at her, sweetly touching her face. “My dearest one, you’re heaven sent. That was the happiest moment of my life.”
Margarita smiled and kissed his soft lips in response. Lorenzo took her mouth and they kissed torridly. She felt his flaccid cock inside her thickening. In a little while he was moving up and down her shaft again. This time she felt only sweet pains and she thrust up to meet his onslaught.
Margarita came again but Lorenzo kept ploughing on her richly wet field. In spite of her fear and moral reservations before, she could hardly believe there is an inner self enjoying their coitus. She was shocked that she had felt satisfaction instead of disgust. Joy, instead of remorse. She felt she was coming to love this man more than the filial love she once felt for him.
When his seed finally spilled inside her, Margarita gasped his name.” Uncle Lorenzo, Uncle Lorenzo.” She felt her orgasm building again and when her seed met his, she had clutched at his back and bit his breast, it drew blood. Unmindful of what she did, he sunk his cock deeper in her canal and hugged her tightly. With a sigh of relief, he laid on his back, her body over him. He closed his eyes and soon enough slept with Margarita still on top of him. She detached herself from him when she heard him breath softly as in snore. She looked at his peaceful face and gently touched it. Tearfully she sat and rested her spent body at her head board. She stared at his still form with mixed feeling. Though sexually satisfied she was still confused at what she felt after their mating a while ago.
Her mother, Francesca, was Lorenzo’s only sister. She was very beautiful and Lorenzo was himself handsome. He was older than her mother. When their parents met an accident and died on the Sta. Inez trail, she decided to leave the life of the ranch. “I wanted half of my share of the ranch, Lorenzo. I don’t want to spend all my life in this lonely, forsaken land. I wanted a life of my own in the city.”
Francesca making the right connection but with the wrong man, established a bordello in the city. She was sired by this man, his father, who was a married general. Her mother, despite of the profession she have chosen, has enrolled her in a school ran by nuns. And it confused her that their life was the reverse of what the school authorities teaches. When she asked her mother about this, she just smiled and told her, “Do what they taught you my darling, don’t do what I am doing.”
Francesca pampered Margarita lavishly keeping her in a very sheltered life. But unfortunately, her father’s legal wife learned about her mother. One day, her mother was shot to death. They’ve known it was her father’s wife who shot her. But the general using right connections was able to absolve his wife’s crime. After the funeral she found out that her mother was heavily in debt with her father’s bank. |The bordello was mortgaged heavily and was about to be foreclosed. She found out she was left penniless. She was not able to object when Lorenzo decided to bring her back at Vera Cruz.
“You will be my little princess here, my dearest one. Everything you see is yours and mine,” Lorenzo put his huge and hairy hand on her shoulder. Margarita wanted to brush his hands, but then she thought it was only a fatherly gesture. But when he hugged her closer and their body touched, she felt something awakening inside her. Then and there she felt she wanted the warmth of this man. As if by their mere closeness, she could feel the love and safety of a father she had been missing since her childhood. She had a father, but he never felt the fatherly love she often witnessed from her playmates. Whenever he visited her mother, he almost doesn’t notice her at all.
True to his words, Lorenzo has treated Margarita like a precious possession. He did not allow her to work in the ranch house. He took two native women to assist her in all her personal needs. “You need not tire this beautiful hands and body, dearest one, You needed to be pampered and loved.” He would hug her possessively and she would snuggle to him feeling his hardened dick nudging at her. Surprisingly, she enjoyed its feel.
Lorenzo even shopped Margarita’s personal things like frilly brassieres, panties and nighties with the help of his friend’s wife who live adjacent to his ranch.
Margarita does not know what to think and feel now after she surrendered to her lust for Lorenzo. Her education definitely did not agree with what they did. But there is only one thing she now knew. She wanted him and from now on, he was hers and she was his.
She did not cover his flaccid dick which little by little had returned to its original softness. It still retained a mysterious beauty which she can’t define, of which she had been extremely fascinated. She touched it lightly. She wanted to bring it back to the swollen perfection she had enjoyed a while ago but instead she lowered her head and kissed it. She smelled the sweet juice of life they have previously spilled still matted at his thick pubic hairs. She touched the soft rosy head with her tongue and was tempted to take the whole of his penis in her mouth. But she relented. She knew she had enough time for him from now on.
Margarita still confused of their relation and her lustful desires tried to avoid Lorenzo as much as she can. But as day passed his perseverance was lifting her resolve. He would not eat if she would not dine herself. “What would you want me to do, my dearest one, so that you will forgive me for what I did to you?”
“Nothing, Uncle Lorenzo. There is nothing. Please let us not discuss that anymore.”
“I love you, Margarita. Believe me.”
“That is not only disgusting Uncle Lorenzo. I am almost your offspring. I am your sister’s only daughter. Could you just think what our neighbors would say about the two of us who were kindred in flesh and blood having sexual affairs? You could have all the women . . .”
“I don’t care about other women Margarita,” Lorenzo stood up and walked towards her. He kneeled before her and held her hand. His soulful eyes looked at her pleadingly. “I don’t care about what our neighbors will say. Let them talk. What I care about is only you. Us. Don’t I even have a small place in your heart?” he kissed her hand sending thousand bolts of want inside her. She did not try to avoid him this time. She allowed the dictates of her heart to rule her. Now. she knew, deep down inside her that she wanted this man, kindred or not. He rained kisses on her hand biting and teasing her fingers. His lips traveled to the length of her arms, his warm tongue sending shivers of passionate desire to her heart. When he stood she can see the bulge of erection in his crotch. And its sight excited her. The memories of that night were exploding like fireworks in her imagination.
Lorenzo helped Margarita stand and tenderly hugged her. “I want you, my love,” he whispered in her ears and she felt his warm tongue making small circles in her earlobes sending shivers of desire throughout her body. Her flower reacted when his erection though still kept at bay in his denim trousers had touched her body. She hugged his butt feeling him snugging at her abdomen.
“My love, my dearest, let me have you again, please..”
Margarita raised her lips and Lorenzo kissed her with a fiery kiss that dissolved all her icy adamance. She now admitted he wanted this man badly. She sighed contentedly as he lifted her up and brought her like a doll up the stair and to her bedroom. He gently laid her down and started removing his boots. He removed his shirt and his pants leaving his shorts. She flinged at the sight of his hirsute muscled body, his penis almost lifting the edge of his thin shorts. She smiled as she closed her eyes and swallowed when he kneeled before her and started removing her dress. As usual, she was not wearing a bra and her nipples reacted when she felt his hand touching her. She opened her eyes and saw him smile.
“They were so beautiful my dearest.” Lorenzo kneaded her left breast and slowly lowered his head and kissed one of her pink upturned nipple. His tongue made lingering circles on it making Margarita raised her buttock and he lowered her dress with her panties exposing her orchid partly hidden by soft black curly tufts. Still feasting on her nipples, he touched her flower and brushed his hands on her softness. She gasped and sighed and cuddled his head. “Uncle Lorenzo. Please. Don’t keep me waiting. I want you now.” she grabbed his cock still inside his cotton short and fondled its monstrosity still sheathed in fabrics.
“Do you really want me now, my dearest one? Last time you fought me like mad. You don’t seem to like me at all.”
“Forget about that night.” Margarita lowered his short down below his hairy hips and grabbed his sword. She trained it on her pussy and Lorenzo removed his hand over her mound. She parted her legs and brought its head on her hole now lubricated with her immense desire. Its head had found its mark and giving in to her needs, he slowly thrust his sword deeper. She bit her lips when she felt the pains it cause. “Am I hurting you, my dearest one?” he pulled his penis slowly but she closed her legs on his round, hairy butt.
“No, please just go on. I love its feel inside me.”
With that assurance Lorenzo pushed harder till their body joined. When he started to pump Margarita met his thrust till she came and tears of joy fell from her eyes. She had been freed from all her guilt feelings. What she felt now is only the happiness of having him. She kissed his open mouth still gasping while he pumped. She bite his kissable lower lip and sucked it. He grunted and closed his mouth over hers. He played with her tongue and sucked it. She felt so exhilarated transporting her to a dream world just for the two of them. She tasted his kiss so sweet, and his pumping so delicious, another monstrous climax gripped her. She met his trust and held his butt with both legs, he stopped while she came her juice flowing freely. “O, Uncle Lorenzo, I love you.”
As if claps of thunder deafened him, Lorenzo rose up leaving their parts joined and asked, “My love, my dearest did I heard you right? Do you really love me?” She just smiled and nodded. In a fit of happiness, he hugged her so tight and once again sought her mouth. They kissed long and hard their tongue alternately tasting each other and, he resumed fucking her again. This time feverish and eager. Shortly, they came together. “O my darling, my life, you made me the happiest man in the world. After your birthday next month, we will announce to all about our intent to marry.”
Margarita, pushed him and stood up their parts still joined. She sat on his lap and whispered, “No, Uncle Lorenzo, I don’t want to marry you.”
“But why, my dearest one?” he looked perplexed. “I thought you love me. Why can’t we get married.”
“Uncle Lorenzo. I love you, yes, but let’s not get married.” Margarita kissed him fully in his lips and hugged him rubbing her breast on his chest. “I love it this way, Uncle Lorenzo. You and me, but no marriage.” She rained butterfly kisses on his face and she felt his penis growing to its monstrous size again. For the first time without feeling any guilt and reservation, she enjoyed the feel of it inside her.
“Oh, Uncle. . .”
“Please my love, stop calling me uncle. Not anymore. Now that we were bound by our love with each other, just call me Lorenzo.”
Margarita breathed deeply and sighed contentedly. “Yes my love. From now on, when we are alone and making love, it will only be Lorenzo. You are no longer my mother’s brother. You are my lover.” They sealed that with breath-taking kisses and she began moving on top of him. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the sweetness of their fucking. They again climaxed together.
Satiated and feeling tired and dry within, he laid on his back bringing Margarita’s body over him. Lorenzo smiled and closed his eyes.
“Hey, don’t you dare sleep on me. I want you to love me again and again tonight,” she laughed and sought his nipples and kissed and touched it with her tongue. She closed her mouth on it and tenderly bit it. Lorenzo groaned. She could feel his penis getting back to an erection again. “Oh my dearest one, how can I have enough of you?”
“Never, Lorenzo. You’ll never have enough of me as long as we are together. I have come to love you so much, I wanted you inside me all the time. Joined together always.” She began grinding on top of him enjoying every rubbing his parts do to her.
Margarita could feel the electricity of passion sent by their joint parts almost consuming her, flaming her to find more pleasures. Lorenzo’s two hands were working on her nipples. Kneading them massaging her soft breast and at the height of his unfulfilled desires, sat and reach them with his mouth. Both of them were delirious at the delicious feeling of their actions.
Margarita felt she was almost exploding inside and before she can control herself exploded in a big orgasm. She came for the fourth time and seemingly satisfied stopped and hugged Lorenzo’s head tightly on her breast, his mouth still in one of her nipples. But as he was on the verge of his own orgasm laid her on her back and like a wild broncho pumped furiously on her as he shouted. “My God, my dearest, you’re so sweet. I love you. I love you so much.” He came spilling his remaining seeds on her and totally satisfied laid on his back still hugging her and let her rest on his broad body. They remain this way for a while. Still united. Contented. Fulfilled.
For the first time on her days in the ranch, Margarita saw the beauty of everything around her. Even the vista of the far mountains of Sangre de Cristo which she hated when she came, she now found majestic and beautiful. Even the bellowing of bulls, the neighing of horses and the bleating of sheep lent musical melodies to her ears. She came to like the ranch and began planning for its renovation which she had related to Lorenzo during their intimate hours.
“This is your home my dearest. I am only sorry that since your grandmother died I have not made any improvement at all. Now, it is your turn to make it the home you wanted it to be. Anything that you wish to buy, just tell our bank at Sta. Fe and all the needed monies will be guaranteed to all your purchases. Better that you do it before your birthday.”
The day that followed had been feverish with purchasing and building activities. As soon as construction materials arrived, groups of ranch hands worked as Margarita explained what she wanted to be done.
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She added a screened porch next to the breakfast room.
She had the old bathroom at the masters bedroom rebuilt thrice of its original size and installed a big marble bath tub, a closet and utility room adjacent it. She could have a terrace on the third floor just above the master’s bedroom but it would not be finished before her birthday, Construction on the terrace was shelved after her birthday.
She had the outside of the whole ranch house re-painted into a new creamy color which Lorenzo had at first objected. “The original ochre color which Mama had the house painted was to blend with the dust of Sangre de Cristo when it blow and cover almost all of the land.”
“You have so many extra hands in the ranch, I’ll have it washed as soon as the wind settles,” Margarita countered laughing.
He shrugged and smiled at her. “You’re the queen of the house. Whatever you wanted done, will be done.”
They had a very domesticated relationship as seen by all ranch hands by day. And a steamy love making at night. It seems that since the night they had made love affectionately, Margarita had never had enough of Lorenzo. Her cravings for his body and cock had become intense in each passing day. She almost took advantage of making love to him any time of the day, anywhere they could have a little privacy. Even at mealtime, she will put her foot at his crotch and wiggle his foot till she feel his arousal. She would smile at him when their eyes met and pass her tongue over her lips teasing him for a quick blow-job. He would smile and looked at the bathroom. Without finishing his meal, he would go to the bathroom and she would follow. He was already prepared, with his pants down and his mighty cock bobbing in anticipation.
Their routine was cut short when Lorenzo had to go to San Antonio on an invitation from a former neighbor. “Why don’t you come, my dearest one?” they just finished their coupling when he brought out the invitation to her.
“No, the renovation is still going on and my birthday will only be a month from now. You go ahead and enjoy yourself.” she hugged him from behind and started kissing his hairy back holding his still flaccid cock.
“Are you sure you really do not want to come with me? It might be a week before I returned. Romero had been a bosom friend and this will be the first time we. . .” he was not able to finish what he was saying. Margarita was now masturbating his enlarged cock biting his back. He turned around and hugged her. Margarita let off his sword and clung to him. “Oh Lorenzo, hurry back won’t you? I’ll be missing you terribly. I don’t know how I could go on daily without you and my most precious toy.”
Lorenzo laughed in amusement. “My love, my dearest. How I really love you. If only Romero did not took me as his son’s godfather, I won’t go and leave you even for a moment. Do you think I won’t be missing this too?” He touched her flower and grabbed the silky hairs of her mound.
” Please Lorenzo, my darling, take me now, before I got crazy.”
He carried her in his powerful arms and she inserted his long penis in her orchid. He took her right there standing. He pumped his powerful thrusts and it did not took long for them to came simultaneously.
“Oh my dearest Lorenzo, you were so great.” she clung to him their members still united their juices oozing on his hairy leg.
They lay together in bed that night Margarita holding his cock even in his sleep. She was the first to wake up at dawn. She smiled when she saw Lorenzo at her side. He was sleeping on his back, one of his arm on his forehead. His flaccid cock rested peacefully in his mat of pubic hair. He was snoring lightly, his pearly white teeth showing behind partly opened lips. She kissed his penis then his nipples. She kissed his mouth penetrating her tongue to his open mouth.
Lorenzo moved but she hugged him tightly. “Wake up sleepy head,” she teased. “It’s a brand new day. Lets begin it with a nice fuck.”
Lorenzo opened his sleepy eyes and smiled at her. Margarita was now rubbing his cock which was already starting to swell. She was rubbing her toe nail at his hairy leg and was saddling his hips. She rubbed her wet pussy on his hairy hips and they both groaned with pleasure. He penetrated her. And they perspired in the cool morning air as they did it for the second time.
Margarita was smiling when she saw Lorenzo off as he rode on his red Land Rover. He decided to drive the long way to San Antonio with his driver and two burly ranch hand instead of riding on horse back. But at noon time, she was already hot tempered. Her body seemed feverish. She missed Lorenzo at that very short time of their separation. If he was only here, she would either blow jabbed him or he would be fucking her.
Margarita would find great faults at almost all the work Lorenzo’s men were working on. To ease her tense feelings she decided to sleep. The master’s bedroom was still cluttered with masonry materials, remains of the installations of her huge bath tub. But her bed covered with muslin cloth to prevent from being dirtied was just inviting. How many times have she experienced Lorenzo’s love-making since he had raped her. She blushed at the recollection of her raped experience.
Margarita sighed and pulled the cover from her bed and lay down. But the memories lingered and her incredible longing made her touched her orchid. She began rubbing it still covered with her skirt. As fires inside her exploded to passionate desires, she raised her skirt exposing her flower. She rubbed it and the more, she became excited. She closed her eyes and imagined Lorenzo making love to her. She inserted her middle finger in her hole and started touching her breast. She sighed as her nipples hardened. She pinched each nipples and more fire exploded within her. She pushed her fingers deeper and still unsatisfied, she inserted her forefinger and started masturbating herself. It was then that her door opened and one of the carpenters entered. Surprised, he stood rooted where he stood and with wide opened eyes watched her. She did not stopped masturbating as if the devil entered her mind then she extended her hand to the astonished guy. “Come here.”
Surprised, the carpenter gulped but obeyed Margarita’s bidding. As he approached her eyes focused on his crouch. She saw the bulge to her satisfaction and when he stood by her bedside, she lowered his zipper much to his amazement. “Remove your pants,” she commanded. Surprised, he unbuckled his belt and removed his pants. Out popped his dick. It was not as big as Lorenzo’s but it would satisfy her needs for this time. “Fuck me.”
The cowboy cowered in terror. “But, madam, the boss will kill me if he find out.” He backed off and tried to raised his pants and insert his penis inside his fly. But Margarita stood up and slapped him so hard.
“You stupid fool and who will tell your boss? Lorenzo will never know if you will not tell him for if you tell him, he’ll surely kill you. Off. Remove all your pants and clothes.”
Cowering and with eyes almost moistened with tears, the carpenter lowered his pants again with trembling hands. Margarita grabbed his shirt and almost tore it in undressing him. His well-muscled body glistened with sweat which fanned her desire. This was the first time that a man was at her mercy and she liked it immensely. She ran her hands on his warm body. She grabbed and pinched his two small brown nipples and brushed her cunt on his swelling organ. They were almost the same height and she brushed her swelling breast to his hard chest. She felt an exhilarating sweetness inside her and she closed her eyes to savor the moment.
When Margarita opened her eyes she met the wide eyed carpenter’s gaze but she held his head and pushed him to her breast. As if keyed to obedience he sucked her nipples and played with the other hardened ones. She felt a wild desire swelling in her stomach and grabbed his swollen dick and posed it at her cunt. The carpenter as if answering in a cue, pushed and his penis half entered her.
Margarita groaned and grabbed his buttocks. It did not took long for him to be pushing in and out her pussy. Very soon he ejaculated. He was about to pull his penis but she held his buttocks and shouted. “Fuck, you fool. Don’t just stopped and leave me unsatisfied,” to which the carpenter complied and kept fucking her. To her surprise he was able to keep his hard-on until she reaches orgasm. He still kept pumping to her satisfaction his hard-rock penis now lubricated with their juices. She met his push and pull till both of them reached orgasm at the same time.
This time Margarita did not stopped him when he pulled his cock and wore his shirt and pants. He looked at her as if to get her assurance. “Please, madam, the boss will kill me and my family if he will know.”
“You fool, and who will tell Lorenzo. Go and next time, knock on the door before entering my room.”
The carpenter hurriedly left her room but when she was alone, she touches her cunt still wet with their juices and pinched her nipples. Again that mysterious desire built in her inside. And she wanted to have another cock inside her. And soon.”You’re telling me you had sex with him?”
“John, I’m so sorry; I didn’t think it was going to be such a big deal.”
“Fuck you, Lee. I can’t have been more explicit in explaining my feelings about this. I think you better leave.”
“John, please. Don’t just explode; let’s talk about it. Don’t overreact.”
“Lee, either you leave right now, or I’m leaving. That’s the end as far as I’m concerned.”
“You’re just angry, John. Please, calm down and take a breath. We can work through this.”
“Like fuck we can. Are you leaving or not?”
“No, I’m staying here. We have to get through this. I know it’s going to be hard, but we have to discuss it properly.”
“All right. Have it your way, Lee.”
I jumped up and headed for the bedroom. My suitcases were already packed, I grabbed some extra changes of clothes, jammed them into her suitcase and another backpack. I was just shoving clothes into the backpack when she walked in. “John, for heaven’s sake, love. What are you doing?”
“I’m leaving. I’m not putting up with this. I’ll be back as soon as I can find somewhere to live.”
Distraught, she pleaded. “John, stop, you don’t have to go. Please, let’s talk about what happened.”
“No chance, Lee. I’m leaving. I will apply for a separation agreement as soon as I can find a solicitor.”
I walked past her as she stood staring at me, her mouth hanging wide open. “You’re not serious?”
“Yes, I am actually, Lee. This marriage is officially over.”
I barged past her as I carried the last bag out to my car. “Have a nice life, Lee.”
I had never felt anger like it. I was infuriated, my blood pumped ferociously through my bulging veins. God only knew where I was going to go. I had no clue. I didn’t want to publicise our problems, not until I was sorted anyway. As I sped out towards the motorway, I saw a big flashing neon sign: “Backpackers.”
Good enough. It was cheap and close to the motorway for work.
Carrying the last of my things into my room I tried to figure out how we ended up It had been coming for a long time, I supposed. In some ways, I knew it was coming. It was like watching a car crash. It happened in slow motion and had an almost inevitable feel to it.
*****
Lee and I had been married for about three years. The early parts of our marriage could only be described as idyllic. Perfect really. Sometimes, you meet somebody and the attraction is so strong it is impossible to evade. That was us. I knew from the moment we met that she loved me. Equally as obvious was that I felt the same way about her. I had been instantly attracted to her innocent naivete, her deep intellect. She was clever and loved life. A good looking woman, tall and lithe, she moved with the sensual elegant grace of stalking cat. Her features were elfin, a sexy pixie, big beautiful iridescent blue eyes that shone brightly. Maybe she wasn’t your classic beauty, but she had a sensual sexuality and inner beauty that emanated from her.
Our marriage seemed happy. Like all young couples, we had our ups and downs. Work was our biggest argument. She was a teacherIt was such a great job, I accepted the responsibility of managing peoples pension funds. Having their futures in my hands was a responsibility that I didn’t take lightly. Being fresh out of Uni, I had to work hard to make an impact. It meant long hours and it was stressful. My stress release was WuShu and Qi Gong. Martial arts were my second love. I had practised since I was a young teen. I started with Karate, just because it was locally available, but I attended a demonstration of WuShu and fell in love with the fluid beauty of it. Where Karate was direct and forceful, WhShu was graceful, swirling movements, more like interpretive dance than a fighting sport.
It was the last year when things seemed to run off the rails. Lee liked to work out, as well, although her preferred outlet was Yoga. I had toyed with Yoga, myself, although once I was introduced to Tai Chi, like WuShu, I fell in love with it. Personally, I thought it provided everything that Yoga did, just with more beauty.
We both moved to Auckland from Tauranga for work. The driving force was Lee getting a posting at Auckland Girls Grammar. One of the most prestigious schools in the Country. I searched around and picked up a job at Permanent Investments: a specialised superannuation company.
Auckland was new to us. We knew nobody, so for us to be involved in other activities was important. We didn’t want to just socialise with work colleagues. We both felt we needed a wider circle of friends.
She scared the crap out of me when we were preparing dinner one night. “John, I met the most incredible man today.”
The way she said it made me shiver. “You met a man; should I be scared?”
She gave me a funny glare. “What are you talking about?” Then I saw the light go on and she giggled softly. “No, fool, not like that. He is a Yoga instructor. I signed up for his class.”
I wiped away a mock bead of sweat. “Phew, you had me worried for a minute.”
We carried to food over to the table and sat down to eat. “John, he is such an interesting man. He is so widely travelled and has such a deep intellect. He exudes a spirituality; he’s an idealist really, I suppose. He opened my eyes a little.”
Listening to her go on about him made me a little jealous. She seemed infatuated. Not wanting to spoil a wonderful dinner. I just listened, adding the odd comment like. “He does sound intriguing.”
“Oh he is, Honey. He teaches philosophy, as well.”
That one surprised me. “Yoga and philosophy, wow interesting man. Where does he teach?”
“Oh, it’s not a formal class as such. He runs the classes at the Polytech.”
“Wow, he seems busy.”
Giving me this sort of disbelieving look, she added, “He is a counsellor, as well. He volunteers for lots of organisations and he runs his own marriage counselling business.”
“Holy shit, how does he find the time?”
She sniggered playfully. “God knows, but he is so interesting to talk to. I have been using Yoga just as exercise, but he talked a little about the spiritual elements. I tell you babe, he really opened my eyes.”
“Well, that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Oh definitely, I just wanted to share.”
Giving her a comforting, hopefully supportive glance, I replied. “I’m glad you did. You know I love to hear about your day.”
Those conversations became a regular part of our evenings. I could see how much this guy affected Lee. Suddenly she was wanting to have deep philosophical discussions. We were deep into topics that previously never graced our table. Religion, spiritualism, and of course, politics.
When she said she wanted to take Rafe’s night class in philosophy, it did give me a cold shiver. She seemed to be seeing a lot of him, and he was having a huge impact on her.
When I questioned her, she seemed shocked. “Lee, I don’t mind you taking a bigger interest in things. In fact, I love that you are developing this depth. But, do you think it’s good to see so much of this bloke?”
Confused and ill at ease she replied, “If it makes you uncomfortable, then I won’t go. I can’t explain it, John. Rafe has opened not only my eyes, but my mind. I’m not an idiot, but he has introduced me to concepts that historically, I ignored, have passed right over me. Looking back just a couple of months, I can’t believe how shallow I was.”
“I wasn’t trying to stop you seeing him. I just thought that perhaps another opinion. Get some information from other sources.”
She smiled. “John, my Love. I have been reading all sorts of books on spirituality. Rafe gave me a reading list that is as long as your arm.”
“That’s good. I just want you to enjoy life.”
“Oh, babe, I am. I feel it inside. I guess I have always had these questions. I just never knew it. I was cruising. Now I have a deeper purpose. Sounds silly, I suppose.”
“No, no it doesn’t. Lee, I love seeing you this passionate about life, and what hides inside. I guess I was just nervous. I’m sorry, if you feel that strongly, I want you to take his class. Maybe you can teach me.”
She smiled warmly. “Come to bed and I will teach you some new Yoga moves.”
Our lovemaking was always passionate and fulfilling. We seemed so in synch with each other.
*****
Lee seemed pretty happy to have a new friend. It wasn’t just Rafe. She met other people at Rafe’s philosophy classes. Apparently, Lee wasn’t the only one to enjoy his teachings. I did meet a few of them, and they did seem nice. A couple were a bit flimsy, and I wondered why they were at a philosophy class. But hey. It takes all kinds.
There weren’t many days when Rafe’s name didn’t appear during our evening catch ups.
Her taking his class in the evening did allow me to spend more time at my martial arts training. Previously, I had felt guilty. Now with her being so deeply involved, it freed up my guilt and I enjoyed a couple of extra nights at the gym, training. It did wonders for my skill level.
Lee’s interest in philosophy led to these long in-depth discussions on topics I never expected to have with her. During the early stages of my Tai Chi classes, I learned the art of meditation, and mindfulness. Now it was something we shared together. We set aside a little time each night to give to ourselves. That wasn’t the only change. Lee seemed so keen on putting some of what she learned into practice she started volunteering at a local battered wives shelter.
That opened up more time for me to practice WuShu, so no arguments, not even when she dragged me along to help on a working bee at the shelter. When I met some of the woman and we talked, I was introduced to a new level of horror. Some of the stories they told were so shocking that I wondered how Lee stayed so positive. All the chatter around the shelter from the victims was about how helpful Lee was. When I saw her hugging and crying with some of the victims, I felt a surge of pride, so strong; it made me blush.
I was a bit of a shit, really. Shallow probably. I liked to laugh, too much, really. I used humour like a shield. I knew I came across as glib, uncaring. It was something I tried to reduce, but I guess the habits of a lifetime are not that easy to reduce.
Lee often told friends my humour was one of the things that attracted her to me. I liked that I was able to make her laugh, I saw it as important, but lately, I had seen her wince when I made some off-hand sarcastic remarks. For the first time in our relationship, she chided me. “Stop it, John. That’s not nice; sometimes you can be far too cynical.”
*****
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when she asked me one day, “John, would you mind if I invited Rafe home for dinner one evening after class? I’m sure you’re going to get along great. He is really interesting to talk to.”
“Yeah, cool. After everything you said about him, I’ll look forward to seeing if the reality matches the legend.”
She shook her head in dismay. “Why would you say something like that?”
Shrugging her off, I said, “Come on, Lee. You’ve sort of built him up into this cult-like status. It will be hard for him to live up to the hype.”
Her expression changed slowly and she frowned. “I’m sorry, you’re probably right. I have been holding him up as a bit of a paragon of virtue. I’m sorry if I’ve gone on a bit.”
I laughed. “I don’t mind, Lee, but you have set the bar pretty high. If he is going to live up to his legend, he’s going to have to be super cool.”
*****
Meeting Rafe was interesting. As Lee had told me over and over, he was a very spiritual guy. He had his own philosophies and beliefs, and he was so passionate about them it was hard not to be drawn into them. He talked with such strength and depth. He definitely had an opinion about everything, and he wasn’t shy about sharing them.
Lee was right though; I did like him. He was beyond interesting. I could see why she was so intrigued. He had spent years travelling the world, learning and listening. He was so damn knowledgable about important issues.
I noted with interest that Lee took a great deal of care getting ready for his arrival that Saturday night.
As we talked, I found myself falling into his personality. He was one of those people: he didn’t try to overpower, or dominate the conversation, he was just an interesting enigmatic guy to talk to.
It wasn’t all about him, either. He dragged out my life story, and showed a great deal of interest in Qi Gong. Especially the meditation; he seemed impressed that I liked to meditate.
He was, however, a very serious solemn character. I found out quickly that you couldn’t joke with him. As I mentioned earlier, humour was my thing, I loved to joke around and make funny sarcastic comments. He didn’t like that, no, not at all. He saw it as insulting. Knowing he was coming, I learned a few jokes about Yoga and counselling. I tried to ease one into our conversation, and I watched as his face dropped and he frowned painfully. I decided in the interests of having a pleasant night. To keep the rest to myself.
Still, opposites attract, I guess. We managed to form a friendship; maybe we wouldn’t if it hadn’t been for Lee, who unofficially played mediator.
After Rafe left and we were tucked up in bed, Lee asked, “So what did you think? God, he is so interesting to talk to, isn’t he?” Her eyes were bright and sparkly, her expression effusive.
“Yeah, he definitely has an opinion about everything.”
She scowled, thinking that I was being disrespectful. “What do you mean by that?”
“I just meant he has strong views on everything. He is a bit dark though.”
She nodded, accepting I was being honest. “I think he was trying to impress you.”
I pulled her into an embrace. “He didn’t have to, he seems nice enough, and yes, very interesting.”
Rafe slowly became a more regular visitor to our place. We exchanged lessons; he taught me a little about Yoga, and I returned the favour explaining the spiritual side of both Qi Gong and WuShu. It became a bit of a thing. We combined some Qi Gong with Yoga and we all practised together.
There were some downsides, though. As much as I liked him, there were elements I didn’t like. He was a vegan, and Lee was so absorbed with his teachings and ideals. She decided to follow his example.
That created a little tension within our relationship. I didn’t mind her accepting new principles and putting them into practice. What irritated me was her trying to instil her new values on me.
Because she did most of the shopping, I relied on her for food. I noticed straight away there was now never enough meat in the house.
It didn’t matter how much I complained, she ignored my pleas. It forced me to take on shopping for myself. I filled the freezer with all my favourites: pork chops, steak, bacon and fish.
Lee had been a meat eater all her life. I appreciated she had these new values and wanted to change. I accepted that. What infuriated me was the preaching. Suddenly, having meat defrosting on the bench was distasteful. Funny, there’s that old saying about none being so virtuous as the recently converted; well, I can confirm. That is the damn truth..
Lee, because she got home much earlier than I did, had always done most of the cooking. Now, dinnertime was made up of all these weird and wonderful vegetarian meals. I guess she was hoping I would change with her. All it did was strengthen my resolve. I cooked my own dinners, taking great delight in filling the house with the aromas of grilling steaks or frying bacon.
Lee hated it. She became so passionate about her new principles she actually lectured me. Wow, I hated that. I hoped that Rafe would help, and he did to a certain extent, but the one thing I found out about Lee: she’s a very obstinate person, especially when she feels so passionate about something.
What I hated was if we had guests, or if Rafe was coming over for dinner, Lee went to great trouble to cook something vegan. She did throw in something for me as well, but it was, almost as an afterthought. I missed out on I understood that she hated cooking two separate meals, but come on…
If Rafe was over, and it was just the three of us together they both ganged up on me to at least try the dish Lee cooked. In all honesty I would have happily, but her continued attempts to convert me only hardened my approach.
It came to a head when Lee decided one Saturday afternoon to have a barbecue. She went out and brought salads, and as an attempt to keep me onboard, substitute meat-free burger patties. Thankfully, she also brought real meat ones, as well. Leading up to the barbecue, she said, “John, why not just try the substitute ones; you might actually like them.”
“No thanks, you got real ones. I will stick to them.”
“All I’m saying is cook both. If you don’t like the substitutes, you can eat the others.”
She realised by my look of determination that I wasn’t going to be deterred.
Rafe arrived and they worked together on the salads in the kitchen, leaving me to do the cooking. Firing up the grill, I went to the fridge and got out the patties. As I unpacked them, I noticed that the supposedly real meat ones weren’t meat at all. She had repackaged them, but they were identical. She was trying to trick me into eating the vegetarian ones. I knew exactly what would happen. She was hoping I would just eat them, and then when she asked whether I liked them, she would say, “Ha, gotcha, they’re vege patties.”
I was so pissed off, I decided on a double cross. I sneaked into the house; they were so busy chatting they missed me. I went to the freezer, got out some frozen meat patties and chucked them on the grill. The substitute ones, I tossed in the rubbish.
By the time they came out with the salads, I had finished and was ready to serve. I made a big deal out of pointing out the ones on the green plate were the vege ones, and the ones on the red plate were meat.
Rafe smiled conspiratorially. “Well, it all smells delicious.”
We all made our own burgers and chowed down. I watched on interestedly as they chomped into their food. I said nothing apart from enjoying the conversation. With elections coming up later that year, Rafe had very strong views. He was a passionate Greens voter.
That got some quick retorts from me, and the chatter quickly grew in intensity.
It wasn’t till the end that Lee asked, “How was your burger, John?”
“Nice actually. Very tasty. What about yours?”
She giggled mischievously. “Mine was fabulous. You know yours were vege ones, as well, don’t you?”
I nodded, returning her smile. “Actually, the laughs on you. I saw you tried to trick me, so I changed everybody’s to real meat from the freezer. Glad you enjoyed them.”
Her smile vanished and she snorted. “You bloody prick. You made us eat meat.”
Rafe grumbled. “That wasn’t very fair, John. You know I’m a vegan.”
“Yeah I do, and you know that I’m not. I was very disappointed today. You both conspired to trick me. So my trick was no worse than what you intended to do to me.” I hissed angrily.
“It’s completely different,” Lee snapped. “We have adopted principles regarding what we eat. You don’t bloody care either way.”
Standing and leaning across the table I barked, “It’s exactly the bloody same. You planned to trick me.”
Rafe thankfully intervened. “He’s right, Lee. We should have been honest.”
Lee smouldered silently as we went back to our political arguments. Lee slowly thawed out as the discussion flowed. She surprised me when she said. “I think this year I will vote Green, as well.”
That surprised me, as she had been a fairly staunch Labour voter throughout the time I knew her. It was always a hot topic in our house, as I voted National. I wasn’t rabid about it, but felt they stood for the principles I endorsed.
“You’re voting Green? Jesus, Lee, think about that. If you do, you’re throwing away your vote. They’ll be lucky to get one MP.”
“No, the Greens are trying to make changes, protect the environment,” she snorted.
“Yeah, maybe, but their financial policies are a joke. Still, at least if you vote Green, there’s more chance the Nationals will get back in. So, go you.”
The argument got fairly vociferous after that. We all had our own viewpoints. It was late when Lee said, “Rafe, you should stay tonight. It’s getting late.”
He nodded enthusiastically. “Thanks, Lee, would that be all right, John?”
I didn’t care. I mumbled my acceptance. “Yeah, no problem.”
In bed that night, feeling amorous, I tried to instigate some intimacy, but Lee snapped back quickly, killing the mood. “No way, buddy, not after today’s antics.”
“Your loss,” I muttered and rolled away from her.
“We could still cuddle,” she whispered.
“Why? If you don’t want to make love, why would you want to cuddle?”
“Because I love you. I’m angry, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hold you.” She snuggled up behind me, her hot body pressed against me. Her presence causing me to become aroused. Her arm dangling over my waist gave my dick a little caress. “Oooohhh, you are horny. Well let that be a lesson for tricking me.”
“Let’s not forget, you tried to trick me, as well.”
She pouted sulkily. “Yes, I apologise for that. It was wrong. I shouldn’t have done that. But you have frustrated me so much lately. I have tried to cook nice dishes, ones I think you would really like, and you refuse to even taste them.”
“Yeah, if you didn’t shove them down my throat, accompanied by a lecture, I probably would. Call me stupid, but I’m not being forced into anything. I’m proud of you for accepting a new way of life. Just don’t expect me to fall in behind. I’m not a follower.”
“I said I was sorry, babe. I guess I have been a bit of a terrorist. I will try to be more compromising.”
Her hand grasped a little tighter, her lips pressing against my neck. “You were very naughty today, you know.”
“Yes, I suppose I was. Look, Lee, if you don’t want to make love, would you stop that.”
She giggled. “No, I am punishing you. I am going to make you try to get to sleep with a hard on.”
I lifted her hand off my dick. “You’ve had your fun. Goodnight.”
In the morning, I woke early. I bounded out of bed and went out to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I didn’t usually have a full breakfast, but that morning I was going to make her suffer. I got out a frying pan and chucked in a huge pile of bacon, then cooked up a couple of eggs and slices of toast.
The house quickly filled with the aroma. The smell of cooking bacon permeated everywhere.
When Lee emerged, she looked frustrated. “What are you doing?”
Shrugging, I replied, “Breakfast.”
Irritated she snapped sarcastically. “You never cook breakfasts.”
“Well, we have a guest. Thought I would go all out.”
She gave me a disgruntled snort, and went about fixing her raisin-bran cereal. I did notice she pinched a rasher of bacon from the pan, though.
*****
Rafe became an even larger part of our life. It seemed every day he spent more time at our house. Lee seemed to really become enamoured with him. Whatever quirky stupid cause he promoted, she fell right in behind. She was passionately fighting for funding for the battered wives shelter, and he was helping.
He wasn’t the only one. I managed through my work contacts to raise nearly twenty-grand. The day I walked in at home with the cheque was a memorable day. She was sitting at the table with Rafe and a couple of other volunteers, trying to dream up methods of fund raising.
She was so absorbed in their spreadsheets and proposals, I didn’t even get my usual kiss. Disappointed, I threw the cheque on the table. When Lee picked it up she asked. “What’s this?”
“What does it look like?” I asked.
When she stood there staring at it, I said, “It’s a cheque for twenty-grand for the shelter.”
Her expression changed and she jumped into my arms. “Oh my god. John, you wonderful man. How did you do that?”
“Just talked to some customers, and our company is putting in another ten-grand later this month.”
Her lips crushing mine was all the payment I required. Rafe, as well, patted me on the back. “I guess corporate can help when they want.”
Lee was on journey of self-discovery. She did her research, and she was like a sponge. She soaked up anything to do with spirituality. She opened up to faith. Not something I expected, but Rafe dragged her into a more conscious state of mind. I liked it, and hated it at the same time. I was never a religious person. Watching her read all of these religious scripts as she sought out something made me nervous.
We talked about it a lot. She didn’t know what she was searching for. When I asked, she just said, “Something, I’ll know when I find it. The world is missing something, John. There has to be a better way. More love, less violence.”
Rafe played a bigger part in her search, and she leaned more on him than me. Fair enough, I wasn’t exactly in synch with some of her kooky ideas. I guess that’s why she leaned towards him. Even so, it started to annoy me. Call me jealous, or stupid, but it hurt that she looked to him for guidance and support.
It was after dinner one evening, we were sitting around chatting, when Lee asked him about some marital problem he was helping a young couple with. “How are they doing, Rafe?” she asked.
He sort of shrugged. “Struggling, but we shouldn’t be talking about them. It’s not right.”
“Rafe, you’re all right mate. Nothing will leave these four walls.” I said.
He gave me a bit of a glare before turning to Lee, who said, “Come on, Rafe, you already told me most of it.”
He nodded. “Yes, well, I shouldn’t have told you that. They are young and struggling. The wife is not accepting the new arrangements very well.”
“Oh dear.” Lee sighed.
“What arrangements?” I asked, now feeling a little interest.
He gave me a deep glare. “I have been trying to help them set up a new relationship. They wanted to try polyamory.”
“What the hell is that?” I asked. I knew what polygamy was, but polyamory was a new word for me.
Frowning he replied. “It is a form of marriage, where there are more than two members.”
“Wow, dirty buggers.” I laughed.
Giving me a very solemn glare, he blustered, “It is not just about sex, John. It is a proper marriage, but with more people. They share everything, not just sex. It is about love and sharing.”
Intrigued, I had to know. “So this couple, is it like a swingers thing? Like wife swapping?”
“No, in this case it is the husband, his wife and the new partner, who is also a woman. Unfortunately, his original wife is not handling the arrangements at all.”
I laughed loudly. “Well surprise, surprise. Not sure that there are women who would accept that. Christ, the poor bastard would be worn out.”
Lee, offended by my glib approach, hissed. “John stop it. This is serious.”
“Yes, very serious,” Rafe added. “The wife kicked the other woman out.”
“Oh dear, the poor woman must be devastated.”
“They all are.”
The reverent way he spoke about the relationship made me ask, “Is this a common thing? I mean do people actually live like that?” I tried to keep the snigger out of my voice.
“It is becoming popular again. Yes, there are a few. I am currently mentoring three couples who are in polyamorous relationships.”
“So how does it work? Do they all live together? Is it like the Walton’s, just one big happy family?”
“That is the best option, John, but not all are like that?”
“So is it always two wives?”
“No, in one of the relationships, there are two husbands and one wife.”
That shook me a little. “How in gods name would that work?”
“Exactly the same as with two wives, in fact. Personally, I think that is the perfect arrangement. Women are so much better equipped to satisfy two men.” His reverent tone surprised me. He was an intelligent guy. Surely he could see that would never work.
Lee giggled a little as she contemplated it. “Oh yummy, that does sound perfect.”
“Oh yeah, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I teased.
She pouted coquettishly. “Yes. I would, it sounds divine. Think how much we could save on batteries alone.”
Surprised by her quick response I laughed. “Sorry, but I can’t imagine two men sharing a wife. It sounds ludicrous. Is it always just three people? Or can there be more? At least if it was four, it would be balanced.”
Rafe seemed to think about it as he slowly sipped his glass of Merlot. “There can be as many as you want, but for me. I think three is the perfect number. More than that and it becomes difficult to manage the expectation, settle the emotions and find a balance.”
“Do they all sleep together?” I asked.
He grimaced, as if my comment was in some way irreverent, or offensive. “No, John, not always. In some households, they all have their own rooms and just share when they feel like it.”
“What about jealousy though? Surely there must be lots of arguments?”
He nodded in agreement. “Yes, fair comment. Jealousy does raise it’s ugly head from time to time, but for open minded people, they can navigate past those petty emotions.” He frowned. “Remember our discussions, John, Jealousy is such a poisonous emotion.”
The room went silent for some time before I asked. “Have you ever experienced that sort of living arrangement?”
He nodded again. “Yes, and I found it very fulfilling.”
“What happened? If that’s the case, why are you now single?”
“The relationship I was in ended. Unfortunately, Julia, our wife, died during childbirth. The pain was a bit much for Ken and I. Ken, the other partner, and I do still stay in touch, though. We remain good friends, but it was hard on all of us.”
Lee sprang into his arms and they embraced tightly. “Oh, Rafe, I’m so sorry. That must have been traumatic. Did the baby survive?”
“Yes, she lives with Ken.”
“So the baby was Ken’s?” I asked.
“Actually, we don’t know. We never got DNA tests. We made a conscious decision to leave the answer to that question unasked.”
“But she might be yours?”
He shrugged. “Perhaps, but Ken needed her more than me. He wanted to keep something of Julia.”
“He was her husband, I assume?”
He nodded. “Yes, they were married ten years before I entered their relationship. We lived together as a family for five years.”
Over the next few nights, Lee took great delight in discussing and teasing me about taking on another husband. I laughed her off, but she enjoyed making fun of my stoic approach. She used all sorts of opportunities. “Come on, John, he could mow the lawns, do the gardens. All the shit I have to nag you to do.”
“So he would get all the shit jobs and I would get the good stuff, like making love to you.”
“No.” She giggled. “He would need to get some of the good stuff as well. That would only be fair.”
I quickly replied. “On that nose we should get a maid as well. That way I could give her a little loving as payment. That would be fair wouldn’t it. Much more useful than a gardener.”
She sniggered playfully. “Oh yeah, as if you could keep up.”
The teasing and mischievous banter was good fun. We joked about lots of things, she especially liked to include a little sexual teasing during sex. At first, I balked, but it was just some fantasy stuff, so, no harm, no foul.
I felt the relationship between Rafe and Lee growing, but it never even crossed my mind that it was anything other than friendship. Rafe seemed so completely different to either Lee or myself.
Guess I should have been paying closer attention.
It was little things, at first. Lee started to quiz me on open relationships and what I thought. The discussions were civil, never forced or angry. We always discussed them evenly. Lee, though, seemed to be more and more interested in it. I found books and magazines laying around. I think she did it on purpose, as part of her desire to not only educate me, but to get me to buy into her fantasy. I called it fantasy, because in my mind, that’s what it was. In her mind, I think she saw it more as a possibility, a chance at something new and organic: something outside the norm. I didn’t understand this element, because it’s not like she was a rebel. She was, or at least used to be, cautious and conservative.
Now, she was reaching out. In retrospect, I think it was part of her search for this missing element, this unexplained entity she wanted so badly.
Whenever Rafe was over she radiated towards him, and they often sat close together talking about whatever topic was on the menu. Rafe, and Lee, seemed oblivious to my growing anxiety. That is, until I blew up.
It started off as a pleasant evening. Lee cooked a wonderful dinner and we were enjoying a rather flavoursome bottle of Shiraz. Lee, unsurprisingly, opened the conversation regarding polyamory. “Rafe, you’re the expert. What do you think, can a polyamorous relationship work?” I got the feeling the discussion was rehearsed. They were trying to draw me in.
He smiled warmly. “You know it can. We have discussed this a lot. I have given you so many examples.”
“Yes, I know, but John doesn’t believe it can work.” She glanced furtively at me, her eyes fluttering teasingly.
Rafe turned to me. “John, Lee and I have talked at length about this. I am unsure if you are fully aware of her desire. But with that said. I assure you, my friend, not only can it work, you would be surprised at how well it works.”
I shook my head, I sensed us slipping down into this recurring conversation. He could say it as much as he liked. I just didn’t believe it. “Sorry, Rafe, but I don’t see it. Somebody would always be, for the want of a better description, missing out. There would be all sorts of bad feelings.”
He looked nonplussed. “Nobody misses out on anything, John. What we are talking about is a completely open and honest relationship. It takes a very open mind, but I promise you, it is such an incredible experience.” He lifted his glass and peered at me over the rim.
I wasn’t convinced, I still couldn’t see it. “I don’t think you understand, Rafe, what I meant was. There are two men, what if they both want sex on the same night? One of them is going to miss out.”
He gave me a frown. “Oh, I understood what you meant all right. There are options, John. There is nothing stopping the three partners from having sex together. Or if that doesn’t work, the woman could have sex with each of the men independently.”
I shivered as the images filled my mind. “That sounds horrible. Who wants sloppy seconds, for gods sake.”
Lee gave me a rather scathing glare. “John, you’re focusing on just one aspect. Why shouldn’t all three lovers join in and make it a really enjoyable night? Have a proper threesome?”
“You’re missing the point, Lee. Somebody would always get sloppy seconds, wouldn’t they? There’s only one woman. If both men are going to have sex with her, then somebody always gets sloppy seconds. Let me tell you, that does not sound appealing to me. In fact, it appals me.”
Rafe jumped in quickly. “John, there are other options, I mean, what about oral sex? As a compromise. If the thought of having sex with your wife after another man has affronts you so much. You could just have oral.”
On a roll, I bit back. “Yes, I suppose so, but then that would mean there would be no kissing. Nobody wants to kiss somebody who just swallowed another man’s sperm. That sounds worse than the sloppy seconds.”
Lee sighed in frustration. “Jesus, John. Talk about glass half full. All you are focusing on are the negative aspects. Think about some of the positive ones.”
“Positives? If you can name me one, I will consider it.” I blurted out angrily. I was starting to lose my cool.
Rafe said. “John, there are three people in the relationship. There are lots of options.”
“Like what?” I snapped back.
“Well, there is the option of having a sexual connection between all parties.” His face twitched nervously, as he watched me take in his words.
“Are you saying that the men have to be bisexual? I mean, shit, I just don’t understand what there’s to be gained for the husband. I see why the wife would be happy. She gets a second lover, all the husband gets is screwed. And not in a good way.”
Rafe sipped his wine thoughtfully. “John, my friend. Honestly, yes it helps if the men involved are bisexual, that way, there is a full and complete connection. It isn’t however necessary, or a requirement. The sexual energy created by the addition of another party is a benefit for all.”
Taking a large gulp of my drink, I asked cautiously, “Are you bisexual?”
He nodded. “Yes.” He didn’t seem at all embarrassed to admit it. In fact, I think that was the closest I had ever seen him get to a smile. “John, you asked what’s in it for the husband? Let me try to explain.” He finished his wine before carrying on.
“There are all sorts of advantages. Like financial reasons. The household has three incomes. There are three people to help with housework, do the cooking, laundry, maintenance. There are three brains, all able to help with problem solving. Sexually, their is an opportunity to grow, explore new things. To push yourself, to test boundaries. Even if all three are not present in the room, let me tell you, the brain is the most incredible sex organ. The sexual tension experienced by the knowledge that your other lovers are having sex can be very empowering. It can be incredible.”
“I can understand the incomes, although that in itself could create arguments. How do you decide who gets what?”
Lee dived in, feet and all. “Good God John. Forget about the money, The partners would obviously all have input. Think about the rest of it. The extra love that would be generated, the emotional connection would be so much stronger. I have to say, the sex sounds incredible. I can imagine it already. The caressing, all those extra hands. Three mouths kissing, licking. Three sets of hands touching. Damn, I’m getting excited just thinking about it.”