Neighborly Swap

Neighborly Swap

FOREWORD: This story was inspired by Chemical Ollie's story, "Neighborly Swap" You can find it at http://storiesonline.net/s/55611/neighborly-swap. Since I have been unable to contact Mr. Ollie, to request permission to pick up where he left off, I attempted to rewrite the initial chapter, setting the stage for my contribution. I hope that I did not do violence to the initial story, and that both my readers, as well as Chemical Ollie, enjoy what I have added.

CHAPTER ONE

My wife is a sort of gypsy. In the years since our marriage, she has initiated several moves. Typically, we would talk about how this place or that might be interesting, we would talk about this or that irritation with our then-current residence. Several weeks later, she would pop up with a job offer somewhere else, and off we would go.

One of these moves took us back to her hometown. I did not mind. Her parents were (thankfully) a half a continent away, I had family and friends one or two counties over, and my ER Nursing employment left me very mobile. We went house hunting, and found a nice place with a pleasant yard in a nice part of the town. The neighbors seemed to keep to themselves, and that worked for me. Our old home sold, we made an offer on the target place that got accepted, and off we went on another moving adventure.

Once we were settled in, I began again to work. One morning, after another exciting, fun filled night of Fighting Disease And Saving Lives, I returned home to find my wife nearly trembling with excitement.

"Do you know what?", she pounced on me once I got halfway into the door.

I was game. "You won the lottery, and I can call in tonight?"

She was not. "Nope! Guess who is living next door to us?"

It had, for all that, been a long night. "The neighbors?", I guessed, unhelpfully.

"Nope!", she replied, adding to my confusion. All these years, I had been deluded into thinking the neighbors lived next door to us. Who knew? "It's Ben and Linda! You know! I went to high school with her! They just got back into town, they were on vacation visiting her parents in Iowa, Oh, Sam, this is so cool!"

Linda was one of my wife's high school teammates, as they had played soccer together, and she had remained in sporadic touch as each had moved along their life's trajectories. Brenda had known Ben, had dated him for a while, in fact, but there had been some sort of history, there, that I had not fully remembered. Either way, Brenda was bouncing in excitement, as she bubbled over with what she wanted to tell me.

She continued. "I know this weekend is your weekend off. I started on the yardwork yesterday once I got home, I'll finish it off tonight after work. I arranged for us to go out with them this weekend. We'll see a movie and have dinner. It will be nice. Oh, Sam, this will be such a good time!"

I was not so sure, but Brenda seemed all psyched up about it. We hadn't done any sort of activity that she had initiated for some time, so I figured it was time for her to pick the outing. The weekend came, all the chores got finished, and we got dressed and ready to go. While we were dressing, Brenda again demonstrated her excitement, telling me that Linda was excited to meet me.

Once we were together, I could imagine what that history might look like. Ben was an asshole. Now I try to say things nicely, and I was doing just that. To state it politely, he was an asshole. He started with me with the "Hail fellow! Well met!" sort of bullshit that assumes familiarity I did not feel. He moved on to elbow nudges when one of his off color jokes, frequently at my wife's expense, hit the air. His next move was to sit overly close to Brenda, and I found myself feeling on edge more and more with each passing leer.

Linda seemed to be nice enough, although it was difficult to determine given that her light seemed to be dimmed by her husband's assholery. (did I mention that I thought that he was an asshole? Just being sure.) She was around 5 foot 4, probably 130 pounds. Dark hair framed her face, falling just to her shoulders. She looked to me to be a pixie-like woman, shapely and fit, and completely overshadowed by her loud obnoxious husband. I wondered how she had come to marry him.

Finally the night came to an end, and Brenda and I returned home. Brenda seemed introspective, as we drove home from the theater.

"You remember, I used to date Ben, way back in school, right?", she began.

"I remember you mentioned that," I allowed.

"Ever wonder what happened?", she asked.

"Nope. I just assumed it was one of those high school romances, that simply fizzled out, and each of you moved on."

"Well", she continued, "It didn't simply fizzle out. Tonight made me remember just how much of a insensitive jerk Ben was. We broke up when he dated my best friend. Well, she became my ex-best friend, and Ben bragging all over school about doing each of us certainly helped me to move on. In fact, to hear him tell it, he did both of us, on the same date. You can remember how high school was: it took me an entire semester to hear the end of that story! For the balance of my senior year, no nice boy would ask me out. I spent my weekends with boys from a high school in the next town over. It wasn't until I got into college that I finally put his bullshit bragging behind me. That dumbass nearly ruined my last year of school, and ruined a friendship with a girl I had known my entire life! Tonight he started in with me just as if I had forgotten and forgiven him for his lies and innuendo. Honey, thank you for letting me set this evening up. You helped me remember just how much I hate him."

"Brenda, that is a lot of emotion to have over some dolt from high school. I agree with you, he is a waste of protein, but I don't see myself more engaged than that. And, didn't you say Linda was one of your friends? How did you and she get along tonight? Things between you two seemed pretty good, right?"

"We didn't get a lot of time to talk, Ben was nearly all over me. We did talk long enough to agree to meet next weekend. We'll meet for lunch, do some shopping, and visit. I'm looking forward to catching up. I'm dying to know what drove her to marry Ben. Maybe she couldn't tell he is such a jerk. I don't know, but I'll try to find out." She sighed. "I'm disappointed. Ben is such a clod, I don't know if I can stand to see him again. That would leave you out in the cold, when Linda and I go out from time to time. Let's see what develops, OK?"

That was fine with me, and I was a fan of any process that did not involve me having to spend time with Ben, or worry about him manhandling my wife. We parked the car, entered the house, and, locking up for the night, went to bed.

The following weekend, after I had completed the fun of yard work, and cleaning out the garage, Brenda came home from her soiree with Linda. She had evidently had a good time, and bubbled on about the conversations they had shared. I listened closely enough to interject an occasional "You don't say!", or "Uh huh," more to act as if I cared about their visit than anything else. That changed, and Brenda had my undivided attention once she got to the part about "Linda wanted to go out with us again. I know you cannot stand Ben, but it would make me happy if you could go along with me this one time."

Well, Brenda was spot-on: I had no use for Ben. As for Linda, she was attractive but, gee, I was happily married to Brenda, and really had no desire to remedy that, like by cheating with the next door neighbor, just to draw an example out of thin air. Brenda seemed to be excited about a return engagement, so, in the interests of promoting the domestic tranquility, I shut up and soldiered along with my wife's plan.

As it developed, Brenda wanted to attend a street fair the following weekend, in a neighboring town. Linda was up for it, and our plans now included meeting at the fair, wandering about for a few hours, and dining out.

The fair weekend arrived, we drove separately, and met up as arranged. I took Brenda's hand, and the four of us wandered about. Our corner of the state has a number of vineyards, and the proprietors took this opportunity to showcase their products. I'm not much of a drinker, but, evidently, Ben does not have that particular problem. By the time our supper was completed, Ben was a stumbling, weaving mess. He and Linda had arrived in his truck, and apparently he had never taught Linda to drive a stick shift. There was no way I was going to sit by and have him collide with some innocent third party, so Brenda, former farm girl that she was, was nominated to drive drunken Ben home. Linda offered to keep me company on the way home. Plans made, we split up, and Brenda, having relieved Ben of his keys, belted his somnolent form into the passenger seat, and set off for home.

Linda slid into the passenger seat, and, as I started the car, turned to to me. "I'm really sorry that Ben turned this outing into a mess like he did. He drinks a lot, but generally he can keep it together. I'm glad Brenda agreed to drive our truck. Next weekend, Ben will have to teach me how to drive a stick. I can't have this happening again. I'm going to have to find some way to make this up to you guys."

"It's not your fault, Linda. I'm glad we could help. I'm also glad Brenda agreed to drive the truck. You are far prettier than Ben."

"Sam, do you really think I'm pretty? Ben never tells me I am. In fact, when we do go out, like to his company's Christmas party or things like that, he is always hitting on the other women there. It makes me feel like some sort of a dried up dish rag!"

"No, Linda, you really are very pretty. I can't imagine what he might be thinking, treating you that way. Hell, I'm surprised that, while he is off flirting, you don't get hit on, yourself! I bet that the single guys there, if they have the wit to see you left alone, talk about whether or not you might be receptive to a dance, or two, or maybe a little more!"

"What are you implying, 'a little more'? I've never cheated on Ben, and I don't intend to. Anyhow, none of the other guys at these affairs ever approached me. Why wouldn't they make any sort of move, even if I would never follow through on any advances they might make?"

"Linda, I'm not implying you might do anything more than a dance or three. But, you know how guys are: they are always thinking about prospects for sex, and considering how this or that woman might respond in bed. And, you are indeed a pretty woman."

"So, have you ever considered how I might respond to you?"

Okay, I need to learn to consider where my mouth might be leading me. I really should have anticipated that, irritated with Ben as Linda was, and with her tale of being ignored and insulted by his open flirting, she might take my comment about her being pretty to a logical end. In addition, set in the context of my comments of men-as-horndogs, why wouldn't she consider that I, a man (horndog), might have contemplated her as a potential playmate? I, of course, had indeed imagined her as a receptacle for my lust, but I was NOT about to admit that! (refer back to previous ruminations about the potential impact of such dalliances upon my marital status. As well as my reluctance to proceed there). So, of course, I pretended ignorance. Clumsily.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. You just finished telling me that guys ogle women, and imagine sex with them, all the time. You are a guy, I have seen you looking at me when you thought you were being subtle, and so I know you have thought about you and me in bed together. So, tell me what you have imagined."

This was not going anywhere I liked. I could tell I was digging myself deeper with each passing word. It was like one of those auto collisions on an icy road: you know bad things are going to happen, you cannot avoid it, and yet you cannot tear your gaze away from the cluster...er, hug unfolding in front of you. Yep, just like that.

"Linda! I'm happily married to your friend, Brenda. There is no way I am going to pitch all that away."

"Sam, I know you are married." This, in a manner commonly used in speaking to the congenitally stupid. "I know you are married to Brenda. Remember? We just spent the day together, the four of us. I'm married. I'm married to Ben. Now, grown-ups have this thing, you might call it a 'thought/action filter'. The way it works, is that a grown up can imagine something, like a hot affair with her next door neighbor, but not feel required to act on that thought. I have that filter. Brenda has that filter. Ben, likely, not so much. You, on the other hand, I am confident that you have that filter. I've seen the way you have looked at me, when you thought I was not paying attention. Yet, even with the way your eyes have lingered on my body, you have always acted like a complete gentleman. So, you may answer the question. Have you ever thought about me in a sexual way? And, what have you thought?"

I glanced my eyes away from the road for a moment, and beheld Linda looking at me with a half smile on her pretty face. She looked at me steadily, and she held my own gaze confidently. I took a deep breath.

"Yes, Linda, I have thought about you in a sexual manner. I have imagined you kneeling before me, swallowing my cock, and drinking my jism. I have imagined you naked on my bed, as I held your arms down, and folded your legs over my arms, pounding my cock into you as you squealed with pleasure. I've imagined all these things, and more besides. I'm not proud of those thoughts, but, yes, I have had them."

I don't know what reaction I expected from her. I hoped that the angle was all wrong for her to really solidly connect with the face slap I knew was coming my way. I hoped that she would be so insulted that she would not share this little soul-baring moment with my wife. I hoped that she would get it all done with, and her face become un-red, before I dropped her off in front of my wife, who would KNOW ALL in an instant.

What I hoped for, and what I got, were dramatically different. Linda was silent for a suspiciously long time. Unnerved, I again glanced at her, so as to at least get enough warning to duck the oncoming face slap. What instead I beheld, was a woman with deep breathing, wide eyed, pointed nippled, face flushed, well, surprise, staring at me as if I had just presented her with a wonderful present. Totally not what I was expecting.

I have seen that look on a woman's face before. Only occasionally, but I have seen it. Once, in high school, when I asked my girlfriend to the prom. That ended very well, indeed. Again, when I took a chance and drew Brenda to me for a deep, hot, lengthy, wet, breathtaking kiss, as our second date ended in front of her dorm. That, too, ended exceedingly well. This was the third time I had seen that particular look. In contrast to the preceding two exemplars, I could not imagine this ending at all well. No, I could almost see bad things unfolding.

Fortunately, that was the moment that we pulled up in front of our houses, with Brenda shutting off the ignition of Ben's truck, and opening the door. Ben seemed to have reanimated himself, although he had not improved his navigation abilities any during the ride. I exited the car, and went to help take Ben into his house, and plop him on his own bed. Brenda seemed a bit disheveled, and I asked her what had happened. She glanced over my shoulder at Linda, who was locking up, and whispered to me that we would discuss it later, once we were home. She and I bade Linda goodnight, and made our way home. I glanced over my shoulder as we crossed the yard, only to see Linda in the window, watching us go as if she was looking at something she had misplaced.

CHAPTER TWO: ARRANGING DATE NIGHT

Once inside, Brenda made for the bathroom, and I made certain the place was locked up, and lights were off. I undressed and waited for my turn in the bathroom. Once Brenda was finished, I entered and completed my bedtime routine. Climbing into bed, I turned to Brenda and asked her what had occurred on the ride home.

She replied, "Nearly as soon as we were out of the parking lot, Ben came back to life. It was like some sort of zombie movie, except instead of gore drooling from his mouth, he was panting alcohol fumes in my direction. He got his hands in motion, and began a breast exam. I managed to keep him on his side of the console, but let me tell you, I was happy he had a stick shift! That and the complications of his seat belt were all that kept him from trying to climb into my lap. As it was, he spent the entire trip pawing my tits, and telling me what a great lover he was. I have to tell you, the preview that he was providing, was not such a great sales tool. Come to think of it, he came off as a complete tool!"

Another local festival, as it developed, was scheduled the next weekend in another county. Brenda and Linda arranged everything, even to the adjoining rooms at a local motel. Our kids were at Brenda's parents for the weekend, and Ben's parenting time with his daughter, living with her mother across town, was not for another couple of weeks yet. Off we went!

Again, we spent a sunny Saturday wandering about. The crafters were talented, and their products were clever and attractive. Brenda made several selections, and these were carefully secured in the car. Ben and Linda met us again for dinner, and, again, Ben consumed most of his calories from a bottle. He sidled himself next to Brenda, and once again proceeded to get "chummy" with my wife. This time, in front of me, he made his pitch, suggesting he was the greatest thing to happen to The Fair Sex since romance novels. To my surprise, Brenda led him on.

"Ben, you make a good case. But, if I take you up on your kind offer to show me the delights that a man and a woman can enjoy, doesn't that leave Sam out in the cold, alone? And, how about Linda? It's impolite to not include them. What does your little plan say about them?"

I jumped in before Ben could organize his sodden thoughts sufficiently to process Brenda's rejoinder. "Brenda! What are you thinking? You know Ben has had too much to drink! Maybe, you ought to switch to water, yourself. I don't think this is the sort of thing Linda wants to hear, anyhow."

"Sam, you have not been paying nearly as much attention as you want to think: I've been drinking water and soda since lunchtime. And Ben, well, Ben is in his usual state of smooth talking. I simply finally found his description of his capabilities irresistibly compelling. I'm seriously considering taking him up on his offer. My thought is that if he can show me anything you haven't, we can have a teaching moment later, at home in our own bed. I think it will enrich our lives, honey. Certainly you don't want to deny me a little life enrichment, do you?"

With this last, she batted her eyes at me. This told me several things: first, I was unable to really deny the woman I loved anything of any substance. Second, she had an ulterior motive. Finally, she was telling me, in unspoken words, that I would get the full briefing later, and I ought to simply go along with her as she spun her web, and all would be made clear later. If this played out true to past form, I would be very enthusiastic about her scheme, once I was brought into the plan. But, I'm a guy. Sometimes, I'm kinda slow on the uptake. "But what about Linda? This has got to be embarrassing to her! What about her feelings?"

Brenda did not miss a beat, turning to Linda and asking, "Linda, what do you think about exchanging Ben here, for Sam, for a little while? Sam is sober, clean, a nice guy, and certainly capable in the bedroom. It seems to me like it might be an even exchange, and you might even find yourself having a good time out of it. So, what do you think?"

Linda's eyes got wide, and she took several moments performing her trout-on-a-dock imitation (very convincing, I have to say) before she could form words. Once she did, she tore her gaze from the rest of us, and spoke to her lap. Her cheeks colored, as she said "B..b..brenda, I..I never imagined d..d..doing something like this. (Pause. Several deep breaths) I..I'd like to take you up on your idea. (Pause. Deep breath.) Let's....let's do it."

Now it was my turn to demonstrate my piscine prowess, as I gaped first at Linda, then at Brenda. For her part, Brenda looked serene and composed, turning to Linda. "Very good. Let's set up a date once we get home. Why don't you come over Wednesday afternoon, Linda, and we will make the arrangements?"

Turning to Ben, who seemed to be starting to develop an idiot grin, as he thought his advances were being accepted, Brenda continued, "Ben, now that we have that foolishness settled for the moment, can you take your hand out of my lap, and finish your meal? Anything else can wait until our date, won't it?"

He started, and seemed fascinated with whatever he had ordered, seemingly unfazed by the death stare emanating from Linda. For my part, I was stunned into immobility. What alien had possessed my wife, and how had it forced her to say those things? I could not understand. I couldn't wait to see how Brenda's scheme would play out, and how she thought I'd consider it at all.

Brenda seemed completely serene. She carried the conversation through the rest of the meal, until we said our farewells and closed the door behind us at the motel.

"Alright", I exploded, "What the fuck is this idea you have? How can you think I'll be agreeable to you fucking this idiot, Ben?"

"Fuck him? Perhaps, just a little. Fuck him over? Ahhh! That's my plan!" she replied. "Did you see how much thought it took for Linda to agree to this exchange? She has been hot for you all along. Ben doesn't do it, big talk notwithstanding. As my Texas room-mate used to say at college, 'Big hat, no cattle!' Ben is a legend in his own mind. No, Honey," she soothed, as she saw my blood pressure rise, "Once Ben's little wife gets a taste of your tallywhacker, she will be your slave, just like I was. My plan is that you will please her and tease her, and steal her away from him. Then, you will take Britney, show her what you are made of, and steal her away, as well. Once you have all the Taylor women, Ben can eat shit and die." The smile that accompanied this in no way touched her eyes: rather, I was reminded of a house cat, regarding a mouse that was about to become lunch. "Once you have made them yours, I want you to impregnate them. Yes, that ought to do it. Ben will either die right there, once he learns that they both are carrying your children, or go crazy. Either one will make me happy, knowing that asshole got a chance to wear the shoes he has fitted for everyone else!"

I knew I had to think fast. My blood was starting to chill. I had a flashback to my days on EMS in Detroit, where I would know things were about to Get Really Really Bad, very quickly, and my partner and I had each other, God, and the Detroit Police to count on, and, with seconds to spare, DPD was minutes away!

"Er, Brenda?" (Ok, not the smoothest start. You try to do better, thinking on your feet!) "Am I the only one who can see several ways this can go horribly wrong? First, if, and I do mean 'if', Linda goes along with this, and she does throw herself at me, there is the possibility of Ben taking things poorly, and necessitating my ending the fight, decisively. Not going to sit well with the neighborhood association. Next, there is the likelihood of my being seen as a child predator by, oh, I don't know, the police, and poor outcomes from that. Finally, I have a lot of trouble seeing you accepting me having a harem, right here in suburbia, and featuring your very own husband, at that! Then there is the step siblings our own kids will be acquiring. That might be a bit awkward, doncha think? I know I'm missing several other failure modes, but those will do for a start."

"Well, Sam." began Brenda, in a deceptively reasonable tone, "I'm certain you can take Ben decisively should the need arise, and maybe you won't need all of your old "worked on the street" tricks. Secondly, the fact that Britney is eighteen places her well above the age of consent in this state. You have no supervisory relationship to her, so you will simply become the creepy old guy next door, no actual felony involved. As regards the harem notion, you may not have noticed that my libido is not as energized as yours. I think I would welcome some assistance slaking your desires. And, we will simply tell the kids that these children of yours are really their cousins. That is my take on things. Any other concerns,honey?" Her smile made me shiver. I was rapidly realizing that I was way, way out of my depth in these waters.

Feeling those waters begin to close in upon me, I owned up to no other concerns or thoughts. I left it to Brenda's devious planning to make it all come together.

As it developed, Brenda did not wait until Wednesday to make her arrangements with Linda. As she and I were breakfasting the next morning, Linda came down and joined us. We made strained small talk (well, strained on my part, and Linda did not seem all that at ease, herself), until Brenda suggested that I go on up to the room and catch up on the news, while she and Linda had some "girl talk" time together. That seemed like a nice way to tell me to get lost, so lost I got, picking up my novel where I had left off, once I got back to the room.

Nearly an hour later, Brenda returned to the room, with a conspiratorial smile lighting up her face. She settled on the couch, next to me, took in a breath, and began to fill me in on her plan.

"I don't know if you can imagine just how irritated Linda is with Ben, but all the adjectives I can come up with, commonly describe planet sized events. She is altogether on board. She had several questions regarding your finesse and technique, and I spoke very highly of your abilities to scratch a woman's itch. She and I have arranged it for next Saturday. Ben will come to our house, you will go over there, and that way each woman will have the 'home court advantage'. I think that will help Linda relax, and enjoy what you have to offer her."

Again, I couldn't see anything good coming out of this. I started to protest, when Brenda continued with her briefing. "Linda and I have it all arranged. Britney should be at her mother's, and our kids will visit my parents for the weekend. Both you and Ben will use condoms, and once the festivities are completed, the next morning each of you will return to your own beds."

I still saw a problem with the arrangements. "Condoms? What if there is a problem? I sure as hell don't want you carrying that dumbass's child!"

What she had to say next floored me. "I don't really think I can get pregnant, if I'm already pregnant, do you?"

Now, pay attention. Lots of folks think I'm moderately intelligent. My response to her bombshell revealed that they are all, every one of them, flat wrong. I'm dumber than a box of rocks. "Pregnant? How did that happen?"

Yep, I sure as hell said those very words. Even Brenda, who ought to have been accustomed to my moments of imbecility, dropped her jaw. "Really? You were there, after all. Really?"

Time to try to salvage this. "No, I think I'm familiar with the basics. You did succeed in surprising me. How long have you known? When are you due? Isn't this all sooner than we had discussed?"

Brenda had prepped for this conversation. "I found out this week. We won't know when I'm due until after my pre-natal visits get going. Yes, this baby will be a bit sooner than we had planned, but it is a bit late for second thoughts at this point, don't you think?"

She had me there. I was going to be a daddy again! I clutched her to me, and murmured into her ear, "I'm so excited! You are such a great mommy, I know this baby will be great!" I drew back, concerned, and continued, "But that just means that this bit with Ben and Linda is going to have to be called off! I cannot see that jerkoff doing anything to harm my baby! You have to call Linda and tell her the deal is off!"

"No, I'm going to do no such thing. We are going to go ahead with this soiree, and you will be your usual charming ladykilling self. You will sweep Linda off of her feet, and, once you have her on her back and wrapped around your dingus, you will make her your slave. You will show her such a good time this weekend, that she will wonder what she has been having, all these years, when she thought she was having sex! I'm not stopping this plan. It may be the best chance I will ever have to destroy that asshole, and make him pay for what he did to me back in high school!" With that, she looked up at me with eyes brimming with unshed tears. I knew I'd go ahead with this scheme. I hoped I'd find a way to cause her to reconsider the entire harem/stepdaughter aspect. But I was in, if only for this weekend. I just knew I had to find some way, between now and then, to convince Brenda that she would be satisfied with this weekend's activities. Seemed unlikely, but I had to find some way.

Since it appeared that I was not in the inner planning circle of this little adventure, I resigned myself to waiting for Brenda to fill me in on the particulars. She kept me in the dark for several days, while she and Linda met, talked, planned, plotted, and generally decided how things were going to work. Finally, Brenda decided that it was time to brief me.

"Sam, we are all set. I want you to take Linda out for a nice evening on the town, and then bring her home and romance her. Ben will come over here, to bend me to his will. You will romance Linda at their house. My mom will have the kids for the weekend, so you can take your time to tease and please her, and make her a slave to your johnson. Now remember, you have to get her to go bareback. Show her the good time we both know you are capable of, and she will be yours. It seems that she has been imagining you as her lover since shortly after we first met them, and she sees you as Ben's better in most everything. She is halfway into your thrall, all you have to do is seal the deal."

CHAPTER THREE: DATE NIGHT

So, there I was, dressing up in my Saturday Night best, ready to go out with my woman, who was not, surprisingly, my wife. Brenda approved, kissed me goodnight, and whispered "Good luck, stud!" as she pushed me out of the door. I tiptoed over to the Taylor's front door, and, anxiously, knocked. Ben opened after a moment, in jeans and a tee shirt, as he grinned at me. Linda was just coming down the stairs, adjusting an earring. She touched Ben's shoulder, turned her back, and asked "Zip me up, please, honey?", as she looked at me over her shoulder.

"How come you never dress up like this for me, anymore", Ben groused, as he closed the clasp at the top of the zip. He had a point. Linda looked great in the black dress, which flattered her curves and ended modestly above her knee.

"I would if we ever went out anywhere," she replied, as she took my arm and we turned to the door.

Ben exited with us, and turned toward my front walk. "You kids have a good time, and don't be late!" He chortled at his own wit, swaggering to my front door. I wanted to break his head.

Instead, I swept Linda to my car, opened her door, and then settled myself in. "So, what is your plan for me? I can tell what Ben has in mind for Brenda. You obviously have bigger plans."

"Wait and see. We have all night, and this is our first time. Let's savor each moment."

So saying, I took her to a nice restaurant. I had been here before, and their presentation of authentic Italian cuisine was credible. The waitstaff was attentive, without being clinging. The food was very good, and I could regale Linda with tales of a vacation Brenda and I had taken to Italy several years ago. She seemed to hang on every word. Once, as I paused to take another bite, she breathed, "I wish Ben would take me somewhere exotic like that. The most romantic vacation we ever took was to Grand Rapids, when he had a sales conference one time! I don't think we would even have gone there, if his company hadn't paid for the hotel!"

We finished dinner, and I took her to see a play. Our city is really rather small, but the local university has a theater which occasionally hosts Broadway shows. This week happened to be the time they were hosting a production, and I had obtained tickets.

Evidently, Ben was not much of a cultural devotee. Likewise, Linda enjoyed entertainment more thoughtful than American Idol. She hung upon my arm throughout the entire show, and continued to cling to me as we strolled to my car.

"Sam, I had the nicest time! If only we weren't being manipulated into this by Ben and Brenda...."

I kept silent for a moment, but nodded slowly. After some thought, I volunteered, "You know Linda, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do, tonight. I'd really rather you were with me of your own choice. Maybe, we could get together when we weren't being pushed around by ....." I let my words trail off.

She stopped me, turned me to her, and embraced me. "No, now I really want to follow through with it. You are being a perfect gentleman, and, wow, you being willing to wait, it just proves I was right about you all along. Brenda is so lucky to have you! I only wish I could have some of what she has! Ben is such an oaf!"

"I'm sorry Ben is a tool, but I'm not going to leave Brenda, you have to remember. We can be together tonight, maybe again from time to time in the future, but I'm staying married to Brenda."

"That's alright. I really think I'm falling in love with you. I know you'll never leave Brenda, but maybe you can find time for me, every so often? Just give me a taste of what she has."

She snuggled against me, her left breast warm against my right arm, and we continued to my car. Again I assisted her into the car, seated myself, and off we went.

Arriving home, I opened her door, helped to stand, and walked her to the door. I noted that the lights were off in my house. She unlocked the door and, as we entered, turned to me, molding her form to mine.

"I hope you don't think I ever do this sort of thing," she began, "I hope I mean more to you than Brenda does to Ben. She's just a trophy for him to bag. Am I something more, to you, than that?" The vulnerable look in her eyes was so cute, so fetching, so innocent, that I felt like a louse. Considering my plan to make her my own fuck toy, I was certain that my vision of our future together, and hers, were very different.

"Of course, you mean more to me than that. I never suspected for a second that you fooled around on Ben. It's obvious that this is your first adventure of this sort. Hell, I'm flattered that you chose me for your first time. Thank you so very much! I only hope I help you enjoy it to the very fullest!"

She responded with a scorching kiss, which I returned, and our hands began to explore each other. I found her zipper, and, pausing a moment to let her know I had found it, began to slowly lower the zip. Her dress parted, loosening over her bust, and her kiss became more energized. As I caressed her ass with my unzipping fingers, she broke free, and, shrugging, let the dress slip to the floor. I was surprised to find her topless, in black panties and hold up stockings, once she stepped gracefully from the dress. Once my eyes again met hers, the look of uncertainty was both fetching as well as touching. I stepped to her, took her in my arms, and murmured into her ear, "Lovely, simply lovely! You are a vision of loveliness. Feel how hard I am for you, imagine how much I want to take you, to hold you, to possess you!"

I stepped away, and rapidly undressed. I took her hand, and led her upstairs, to her bedroom. She slipped her panties off, dropped them on a chair, and settled upon the bed. I joined her.

"Sam? I have to go insert my protection. I'll be right back"

"I want you just as you are, I want to feel nothing between us."

"I think I'm safe tonight. I...I think nothing will go wrong..."

"Remember our discussion of later meetings? I want you natural, open to me, vulnerable. That is one of your most alluring qualities. And, don't you want to please and entice me?"

She read the subtext. Squaring her shoulders a little, she reflected. "Ben doesn't want any more children. He made that plain before we married. He's had a vasectomy so, if I become pregnant, he'll insist upon an abortion. If I refuse, he will leave me." This delivered as a recitation of facts.

"I will want you to bear my child." If I was going to make her my toy, at least I wasn't going to bullshit her. I was going to play my cards face up, clutching at some shadow of integrity.

She paused again. Resolve appeared on her face. "Tell me you love me, Sam, even if only for tonight. Tell me you love me, and I'll take that risk."

"I do love you , Linda. Your courage makes me love you even more."

"Then fuck me. Take me, and make me yours. Mark me as yours, so that there is no mistake that you have taken me, and made me your own. I'll risk having your baby. Take me and please me."

With that, she reclined, and I moved over her. We kissed, with increasing passion, and I touched her quim, finding her swampy with desire. She reached for my hardness, and slotted me at her opening. I leaned into her, and slid into her depths. She drew in a deep breath, and began to shake. That was the wrong moment to consider what Ben was likely doing to my own wife at that moment, and the thought of that jerkoff touching my Brenda, mauling her tits, breathing in her breath, made me angry. That fuckface! How dare he think he could paw my wife, and then gloat about our trade? That lousy piece of shit!

I began to hammer Linda's defenseless cunt, rolling her knees onto my own shoulders, and driving my cock into her. I was pounding her so vigorously, I was likely bruising her pussy with my pubis. She was grunting, wide eyed, at the change that had overtaken me. Her eyes filled with tears, she was gasping, wriggling as if to try to escape the hammering I was giving her, but I held her fast. Fear grew in her eyes, as the realization that she had not known what she was in for began to develop. Me, I continued my assault, buffeting her with my sex.

I soon was ready to climax. "Here I cum, take me! You wanted it, here it is! All of it!" I drove into her depths, holding myself there as jet after jet of boiling semen exploded into her waiting womb. I held her, exposed and helpless, until there was nothing left to pour into her. Boneless, I fell onto the bed beside her, gasping for breath.

Linda straightened out as if uncoiled, herself gasping for breath. After a while, she ventured, "You hurt me."

"I like rough sex", was my reply.

"I do too."

That was unexpected. "What?"

"I like rough sex, too. It was never like that, before. All my boyfriends were tender and gentle, and it was nice, maybe, now that I think about it, too nice. You frightened me, at first, but then I realized that I loved the way you made me feel. I hope you will treat me like that, every time!"

Shortly after that, sleep overtook me. I was still contemplating my shy little neighbor lady's transformation.

CHAPTER FOUR: THE NEXT MORNING

I woke up with Linda's head on my chest, her hand possessively wrapped around my morning wood. She noticed me shift in the bed, and smiled up at me. "It's still early" she began, "You have time to take me once again, if you wish. You could even get rougher with me, if you wanted." Well, once she decided she liked something, she really went for it!

My cock began to throb at the prospect of abusing and fucking the pretty woman laying next to me. She arose from the bed, and I left the bed myself, and, turning her to face away from me, grasped her wrists, securing them behind her with my tee shirt. Her firm ass, sculpted just so, attracted me, and balanced her youthful tits nicely. I hadn't lingered to admire her trim little body last night, caught up in the seduction, and then taking, of my cute neighbor. I took that time now.

"What?", asked Linda, turning to see me. She looked anxious. That suited me. I continued to take in her charms, her smooth skin, firm breasts, neatly trimmed quim, womanly hips. My tool nodded his approval, as well.

Pulling her by her arms, I directed her down the stairs and into her basement. As I expected, it was poorly lit and dusty. Finding Ben's workbench (layers of dust spoke of it's disuse), I marched Linda over to it, and, forcing her forward, cast about for something to bind her there. A length of clothesline suited my purpose, and I released her hands, and retied them, reaching her arms over to the corners of the heavy bench. Her breasts flattened from her weight, as I drew her bonds tightly. Her round ass stuck out in this position, and seemed to beckon me. Later, I wordlessly reassured it. You will also get my attention. My full attention.

Her expression was hard to read, likely a compound of fear, excitement, and lust. I had a clearer view as I walked around the other side of the bench, and, finding a step stool, stepped up, bringing my cock to eyeball height. Linda warily gazed at my now throbbing dick, and licked her lips apprehensively. "Sam, I don't put my mouth on Ben's penis", she began, "and I haven't since early in our marriage."

"Well, you are going to suck my cock now You're going to suck it, and swallow every drop I give you. Then you'll suck me hard again, and I'll fuck your pretty little ass. I'm not asking you, I'm telling what we're going to be doing until Ben gets home. Remember, I enjoy rough sex."

Linda didn't flinch at all. "Sam, I love the strict way you treat me. Make our decisions. Tell me what to do to please you. Make me please you. Just tell me you love me."

"I love you, and you will prove you love me, by the way you please me this morning. This will be the first of many times you will get to show your love for me."

With that, I slid my prick to her lips, and, as she opened her mouth, I continued my slide into the depths of her throat. I felt Linda gag, and cough, as my length triggered reflex protest against my cock's invasion. As I enjoyed her throat massaging my dick, I reflected that one night had certainly changed my view of things: last night I wasn't entirely certain about enjoying my cute neighbor's charms. Twelve hours later, I was choke fucking her throat in her own basement.

I withdrew myself from her throat, and allowed her to draw in a shuddering breath. She blinked, and, gazing up at me, opened her mouth and extended her tongue, inviting me to ravish her mouth and throat. I did so, deliberately sliding myself into the depths of her mouth, her tongue caressing me as I stretched her jaw, holding my position, before retreating. She drew in a breath through her nose, and I repeated my throat fuck. As she developed a rhythm of breathing in concert with my thrusts, I accelerated my jabs until I was flat out fucking her face, and she began to moan around my cockhead.

The thought that she was surrendering herself to my whims excited me tremendously, and I continued my ravishment of her gullet, only I began now to pull her hair, drawing her face down onto my shaft until my balls were throbbing on her chin. Using her mouth as my jack off tool, I dragged her head to and fro, along the length of my hardness, stroking myself off with her moaning, drooling, pretty, tear streaked face.

I had recovered sufficiently overnight that I was not going to last long, the erotic thrill of enjoying my pretty neighbors enthusiastic blowjob overwhelming my resolve to take a while to savor her. I felt my prick swell, felt the tingling climax peak, and felt my semen pour into her gullet as if from a faucet. Linda gamely kept her lips clamped around my spurting member, as I emptied myself into her mouth. As my torrent slowed to a trickle, she opened her mouth, showing me my own spending, and, closing her lips, swallowed it all at once. I stepped back, resting my ass against her washing machine, as she gasped to catch her breath.

"I thought you were going to choke me unconscious with your thing. Then, I thought you would drown me with your stuff. My throat is going to be sore for a day or so. I didn't think you were capable of being so rough. I didn't think I would like it, once you began to hurt me last night, but I'll do anything to please you, Sam, and I loved the way you used me for your own pleasure. I'm going to remember this date for a long time, every time I feel the bruises you put in my kitty, and each time I swallow and feel the soreness. Let me please you, let me make you hard so you can take my ass. I never let Ben take my ass, I want to get you firm again so you can make me do that for you."

Linda certainly knew how to talk so my little head listened to her, and I felt the beginnings of another erection begin to stir. I stepped up onto the stool again, and she enthusiastically sucked me into her mouth, laving my flaccidness into steel with her tongue. I wrapped my hands in her hair, getting caught in the moment, and drove my growing cock deeper into her throat, again enjoying the gagging and choking this produced. Once I was satisfied with the board like quality of my prick, I pulled myself out of her mouth, and returned to my position behind her. I gathered up her secretions from her drooling cunt, and spread them over her anus. I repeated this a few times, and socketed my cockhead at her asshole. I leaned forward, introducing myself into her unplumbed depths. She moaned once, and then gasped as she relaxed to accommodate my girth. I continued my anal invasion, gradually stretching her open to place myself fully inside her butt.

It occurred to me that, if Ben had never fucked his wife's ass, he had certainly missed out on one of the more delightful experiences to be had. Linda's ass grasped my unit as if I belonged planted firmly in her colon. For her part, Linda had caught her breath, only to begin panting as I stretched her hitherto unused orifice. The twot snot with which I had lubricated my passage made the entire experience very much like a hot buttery glove squeezing my dick, as if to press out the creamy center, into her very own center. I lingered there, enjoying the sensation, until her breathing began to slow toward normal. At that point, I began to saw into and out of her ass, alternately stretching and emptying her asshole. She began to whimper, and started to stutter, as if to ask me to slow or stop. I had no intention of doing either, picking up my pace until soon I was fucking her ass as vigorously as I had recently fucked her cunt.

Brenda enjoyed it when I fucked her ass, although I treated my wife gently and tenderly, making certain she reached her climax (generally several times) before I gave in to my own urgency and filled her colon with my cream. In contrast, with Linda, I pounded away, and the poor woman twisted in her bonds, gasping and whimpering as I stuffed her butt. I certainly was enjoying both her asshole's tightness and her helplessness. I was enjoying it so much that, when she began to rhythmically clench my cock with her colon, I was surprised and again startled when she bathed me in a flood of secretions accompanied by her orgasmic cries. She had cum from my fucking her ass, and had squirted at that! That realization was the last blow to my self control, and I could prolong her sodomy no longer: I groaned out my own release, bathing her rectum in my baby batter. I collapsed upon her, no doubt painfully pressing her tits into the rough surface of the bench.

I might have fallen asleep there, Linda working to shallowly breathe beneath me, as my cock shrunk and was forced out of her ass along with a stream of my jism, except that the keys in the upstairs door heralded the end of our solitude. I tried to find enough calcium in my entire body to achieve the necessary bone stiffness to stand (so thoroughly had she drained me), so as to untie her and determine how we would retrieve enough clothing to make good our escape. As I was making this attempt, footsteps upstairs announced that my opportunity had passed. I was able to finally stand, and was making my way around the workbench to untie Linda, when our unexpected visitor appeared in the open door to the stairs and descended to the basement.

Britney likely could not have been any more startled than we were, my dick dripping with the remnants of my spending, and her stepmother naked and bound to a workbench. Myself, I found I had no powers of speech whatsoever, and discovered that I had developed a stammer that I had not previously noticed. Britney herself looked for all the world like her eyes would drop from their sockets and onto her cheeks, while she stopped on the last step. Linda, surprisingly, was the one party in this diorama who showed that she was capable of thought, and she demonstrated this with her directions to Britney.

"Brit, dear, please go back upstairs, and double lock the front and back doors. It might be awkward if your father were to come home and find us like this." Britney seemed incapable of movement, until Linda again directed her, "Now, please! Then return to us." Britney shook herself, and then complied.

Once she was (however briefly) gone, I moved to release Linda. Inasmuch as we were both still naked, there was not much we were going to do of a get-dressed-and-try-to-smooth-this-over-with-the-teenager variety of action, but leaving her mother bound and gasping post climax did not seem likely to move us very far in any direction we were ready to go, just then. As I admired her still erect nipples and swaying breasts, Linda took my hand, and led me up the stairs. Strangely, she seemed to be the one in control, and with some notion of a plan. I followed along, my flaccid rod swaying with each step.

We reached the living room about the time Britney returned from the kitchen. Britney joined our little parade, as we moved to sit upon the sofa, Britney taking the chair opposite. This, of course, gave her a eyeful of my dick drooling the last drops of my climax, as well as her stepmothers swollen, still moist quim.

Britney was the first to put her thoughts into words. "Mom, does dad know about you and Sam? How long have you and he been..." With that, her words ran out.

Linda didn't flinch. "Brit, honey, your father certainly knows. He is now over at Sam's house, entertaining Brenda just as Sam has been entertaining me. As for how long this has been going on, only last night. But I am not about to let it end there. I have told Sam, and will tell your father, that Sam can have me any time, and in any way that he chooses. This relationship will continue for as long as Sam desires it to continue."

Britney seemed to freeze at that revelation. After reflection, she continued, "Mom! You can't mean to tell me that you're going to continue to cheat on my dad! And, what do you mean, 'any way that Sam chooses'?"

"Honey, I mean simply that: Sam can have me at any time he chooses, and he can enjoy my body in any manner-any manner- that pleases him. I will deny him nothing. Your father will either accept it, or he will divorce me. In either event, so long as Sam will have me, he is free to have me. When I say any way he chooses, I mean that he will choose how he takes me. If there is any way a man can take his woman, I expect that Sam will take me. Did that answer your questions, dear?"

"Mom! You are sounding like some sort of sex slave, or something! You have to be joking!"

"Britney, believe me when I tell you that I am not joking in any way. I suppose that I am Sam's sex slave, because I will deny him nothing, and his choices alone will determine how, and how often, he will possess me. Brit, last night I learned something surprising about myself. I will not let that lesson go."

"What lesson is that?

"That I not only enjoy rough sex, but I go crazy when my man forces me to please him, and please him in the manner of his choosing. When he takes control, and takes me, it lets me be free to let go, and enjoy what he is doing to me. I don't expect that you will understand that, or sympathize with my decision to give myself to Sam. But you deserve to hear it, from me, and before things get too disturbed."

"Mom! You enjoy it when he hurts you? How can you?"

"I certainly enjoy it when he hurts me. I enjoy it when he binds me. I enjoy it when he fucks me roughly-and there is no other way to state it, he fucks me, and I love it. I climax when he fucks my mouth, and I will enjoy it when I learn to take it when he fucks my throat. I even orgasmed when he fucked my ass, this morning! I never thought I would ever come to climax from being bound and sodomized, yet I certainly did!"

I certainly was enjoying this conversation, as my tool perked up to ensure he missed no part of the exchange, poking his head above my lap. Britney, herself, was more engaged in the discussion than perhaps she realized, as her one hand caressed her mons, and the other stroked one of her breasts. Her t-shirt revealed her erect braless nipples, and the crotch of her jeans, where her hand was caressing her treasure, was darkening with moisture.

Linda noticed, as well, and commented on it. "Brit, it is OK to become aroused by the thought of pleasing your man. I certainly am, even if I only last night discovered who he is." With that, she gazed at me, caressing my arm briefly, a small smile playing about her lips and eyes. "You are eighteen, and you only began to date boys, what in the last two years?" A nod in reply, and Linda continued. "You probably do not really know what you do and do not like in a boy, much less a man, and I don't think you can appreciate what I see in Sam here, or what he makes me feel. It isn't only the physical sensations his body causes in mine. I just realized, this weekend, what it is I have been needing all these years, and Sam provides that to me. I need a confident, self controlled, strong, decisive man, who will tell me what he wants, and decide that he will take us both wherever it is that he realizes I want to be taken. Sam is that man. When I get aroused when he hurts me, it is because he has chosen to take me that way, and it pleases him to do so. I get worked up when I see that pleasure in his eyes, and the pain only makes that realization, that he is in control and he is deciding for us both, become unmistakably real for me. That is why he can have me any way, any time, and anywhere he wants to take me."

Having been busted, Britney jerkily stopped her self caresses, her fidgeting displaying her indecision about what to do with her hands. Her eyes, never really resolving their wide-eyed look of surprise that seemed to have become a part of her facial features since our basement encounter, seemed to widen even more at Linda's speech. Her gaze shifted, as if she could not quite allow herself to focus, from my reanimated prong to her step-mother's twat, oozing my juices as well as hers, and back again. The poor girl appeared to be at some sort of tennis match of infidelity. Finally, I decided that, as entertaining as this was, I needed to return to my own home, both to see to Brenda and her well being, and to avoid awkwardness when Ben got home. I was not ready for him to see the two of us naked in his own living room, yet. I cleared my throat.

"Linda, I need to be getting home. You need to clean up, get dressed, and see to your stepdaughter. I will contact you later, in a few days."

Linda faltered for a moment. "Sam, I don't know if I can go without your touch for more than a couple of days. Must I wait?"

It seemed a bit early in the proceedings for Linda to be testing me, but I resolved not to falter. "Yes, Linda, you must wait, just as I must wait. I do not doubt that Britney has several questions for you, and she likely can hardly wait until I leave, in order to ask them. You will provide her with full and truthful answers to those questions. I will call you next week, and you will account for those questions and answers. You will wait until you have answered all of Britney's questions before you dress."

With that, I rose, made my way to the bathroom and washed Linda's anal secretions from my tool, entered the bedroom, and dressed. On my way out, I leaned over to give Linda a goodbye kiss, and saw my self out. I paused, to clear my mind. I not only had to come to terms with my own actions of the last night, but I would have to address Brenda's actions, and her reactions to them in the morning light, as well. It seemed certain to be an interesting day.

CHAPTER FIVE: HOME AGAIN

Crossing into my yard, I slipped into the back door. Brenda was sitting at the kitchen table, wrapped in a robe, contemplatively drinking a cup of coffee. Ben was not to be seen. Originally enough, I announced my arrival: "Honey! I'm home!"

Brenda turned to me, smiled, and raised her face for a kiss, which I provided. "How did your night with Linda go?" she queried.

"Not exactly as you predicted. Actually, it went even better than you predicted. How was your 'date' with Ben?" I replied.

"Just about as I expected. He is an asshole, a lousy lover, and a 'minuteman'. All in all, what's not to love?" As she saw my mouth open, she hastened to add, "And, he was merely a lousy fuck. No rough stuff, no out-there freakiness, no exotic romance. Straight up, one show a night, jackrabbit screwing. He shot off, rolled over, and went to sleep. All I got out of the deal was a wet spot in my bed, and an unscratched itch. And, he bailed this morning, mumbling something about unfinished projects at work. I think he's screwing around on Linda. He certainly ran out of here as if he had someplace he wanted to be!" She paused, looked at me appraisingly, and continued. "You up for one more rodeo, cowboy? Ben did not really do the job."

While last night had been the stuff of fantasy, I was not about to turn down an opportunity to get sweaty with my svelte young wife. Taking her hand, I began to lead her upstairs, but Brenda had other ideas. She turned me, and led us both to the kitchen counter, overlooking the back yard, and some of Ben and Linda's yard as well. She turned to me, loosened the bathrobe tie, and shrugged herself naked. Kneeling, she removed my rumpled dress pants, and sucked my prod into her mouth. She laved my tool with her tongue for a moment, and drew herself the length of my swelling cock, noting "I really like her taste, on you. She and I will have to arrange a playdate, once you have her under your spell."

Brenda resumed sucking and tonguing my hardening tool. I rolled my head back, and noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Focusing (not the easiest thing to do while Brenda whistled a melodious little tune on my eager skin flute!), I saw Linda (yet undressed) and Britney moving about their back yard. Had Brenda also seen them, and what did that have to do with this particular location for this assignation? I lost this train of thought as Brenda sucked me to the root, and spun her tongue around my dickhead. The abrupt tightening of my balls, and associated tingling of my tool, drove all other reality from my awareness. Nothing else existed but her warm, wet, sucking mouth and my eager, swelling, throbbing unit. I tangled my hands into her brunette hair, lost in the moment, and began to thrust into the recesses of her oral cavity. Brenda wrapped her arms around my thighs, drawing me into her, and began to hum around my throbbing prod. That finished me, and I began to erupt down her throat as she clasped me deeply, swallowing all the while. Once she had drained me, I lost all strength and I collapsed onto the counter. A movement caught my attention as I realized Linda and Britney were standing, as if statues, wide-eyed taking in our tryst. Brenda stood and nakedly stretched, half turned, and, licking her lips as she smiled at our neighbors, waved and settled herself next to me, her head on my shoulder.

"I'm surprised you had anything left, after the workout it seems Linda gave you last night. How about leading your hot wife upstairs, and ravishing me as brutally as I want, until I come all over that weary fuckstick of yours?"

Speechlessly, I gazed again at our neighbors as they seemed to awaken from their Zombie-stare, and I followed Brenda's naked taut ass up the stairs. I picked up her discarded robe as I passed by, and began to loosen my shirt in preparation for the delights the morning had yet in store for me.

Arriving at the doorway to our bedroom, I paused to take in the vision of my devious naked wife gazing out of the bedroom window into the back yard. I undressed and stepped up behind Brenda, peering over her shoulder to see what she was observing. I found Linda and Britney seated on their porch, deep in conversation. Linda was yet naked, and that fact would have been concealed from all but those brazen enough to open the gate and enter the back yard, or peek into it from a second story window, such as Brenda and I were doing. Brenda turned to me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me with jism seasoned lips. Ending our kiss, she murmured into my ear, "Linda never seemed all that adventurous. Yet, here she is, naked in her own backyard, speaking to Britney! Do I detect your handiwork in this new Linda?"

"I simply showed her the good time you instructed me to, and then, once Britney came upon us having a second interlude, I directed Linda to answer her questions. I did forbid her to dress until they were all satisfactorily answered. I suspect that Britney has many, many questions. Linda may remain nude for some time!"

Brenda was intrigued by the possibilities. "A second show? You stud, you! Show her any of your special tricks?"

My tool was regaining his alertness from the audience a few moments ago, peeping at my cute (and naked) neighbor as she spoke with the stepdaughter, as well as my wife's not inconsiderable charms, all wet and naked right here before me. I eased her around, placed her arms upon the windowsill, and began to tell her of my night. I leaned over her, rubbing against her back (and backside). "Well, for the first show, I brought Linda home after a romantic evening of dancing and dinner, and reassured her that we did not have to so anything that night. If she wished, I told her, we could have a 'rain date' at some time when we were not being pressured to do anything she might not want to do. That, it developed, was exactly what she needed to hear."

As I rubbed my erect prod against my wife's anus, her breathing quickened and my arms, wrapped around her, could feel her nipples harden. I stooped a bit, and began to rub my cock against her oozing pussy.

"I undressed her, and stopped her as she went to insert her diaphragm. I slid my cock into her wet and waiting pussy, and stroked her gently at first."

I matched deeds to words, and slid my cockhead into my wife's now drooling gash, seating myself in her wet hot depths. I stroked her quim slowly and with full strokes, and continued my after-action report.

"Once I was seated in her depths, I began to stroke more forcefully, until I was flat out fucking her shitless. I pounded the poor woman nearly through the mattress, and then I came volleys deep into her cunt, bathing her cervix in sperm. I came in buckets, so hard I thought I'd pass out. She came as well, and I thought she'd nearly snap off my unit, her pussy squeezed me so hard! As it turned out, she likes rough sex!"

Brenda interrupted my story, twisting around as I stroked her willing cunt, and kissed me over her right shoulder. Gasping, she instructed me "Pound me! Fuck me hard, just like you did Linda! Take me, hurt me! Fill my unprotected pussy with all your babymakers! Dig your cock deep into my twot! Fuck me hard!"

That was all the encouragement I required. I began to hammer her pussy, grasping her hips so hard I left marks we commented on two days later. My dick throbbed, my balls tingled, I threw her back onto my unit time and again, until finally I swelled inside her tight channel, froze, and exploded inside her. For Brenda's part, she was moaning, writhing, and shrieking "Fuck me! Fuck me!", until she reached her own climax immediately after mine.

I held myself upright, keeping my weight off my pregnant wife with an effort of will. As my breathing approached normal, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Once again, Britney and Linda were transfixed, staring open mouthed at our bedroom window and my wife's sweaty naked breasts framed therein. I, nearly draped over her bare back, could not have been missed, and of course Brenda's cries of encouragement had drawn their gaze to our lovemaking. Yep, those two were going to have a lot to talk about!

Brenda soon reacquired enough strength to lead me to our bed, where we cuddled until she asked me to continue with my report. "Well, honey, once we awakened this morning, I took Linda and my morning wood into the basement for some fun and games. Refer back to the 'She really likes rough sex', from a few moments ago. Well, as it develops, she not only enjoys rough sex, she also takes pleasure from being bound, and anal, as well! She came in geysers this morning, at least she did until Britney came in and found us, Linda bound to the workbench in the basement and my johnson dripping her cuntsauce. That prompted the dialog you saw continuing before you in the yard. I guess I hope that they are done before Ben gets home! Otherwise, the explanations could get awkward!"

"What sort of 'rough sex' did you introduce our formerly innocent neighbor to, you devious dog?", Brenda prompted. Details! Women always want details!

"It turns out that Ben is not the handiest fellow on the block. I took her to the basement, expecting more of a faux-dungeon effect than anything else. Once there, I found Ben's workbench, dustily unused, and bound her there with clothesline. Then I choke fucked her, shooting off down her gullet. She begged me to take her ass, and, after she sucked me hard again, I indeed fucked her ass. She came, squirting no less, from my assfucking, and, for my part, I buttered her colon with my babymakers. That was shortly before Britney determined that Linda was home, not upstairs, and found us hot and nasty in the basement. Linda surprised me-hell, she astonished Britney-when she declared that she would continue to give herself to me any time and in any way I want."

Brenda considered this for a moment, and responded, "Sure sounds as if you are well on the way to accomplishing your mission. Linda will follow you naked down the street, and Britney, well, Britney sounds as if she doesn't know what to think. I guess that she has never heard of any woman devoting herself to any man, let alone as thoroughly as you have mesmerized Linda. I won't be surprised to find that Linda has arranged for her to join your next romp. Linda knows every man has the fantasy of screwing a teenager, and Britney is one cute teen. I think this will go very well. Very well, indeed!"

"Are you forgetting Ben?", I asked. "He is unlikely to take this well at all. In fact, I expect that he will feel the need to puff himself up, and confront me. The fact that he may well be drunk will only help me tactically, but may lead him to actions that might cause us some trouble. What do you plan to do about that?"

Brenda, characteristically, had indeed considered this possibility, and filled me in on her thoughts. "Well, once Ben reveals himself to the entire neighborhood to be a drunken fool, anything he says will lose most of it's credibility. Linda and I have spoken of this result, and Ben might find himself explaining how he did not do things that he in fact has not done, but that his wife and her step-daughter might suggest he has. So, Sam, you are a college graduate: how do you prove something did not happen? Ben might appreciate your suggestions in this matter, if he plays his cards poorly."

That out of my depth thing? I felt the waters getting deeper. Much deeper. Note to self: Do Not Ever Really Piss This Woman Off!

CHAPTER SIX: DEVELOPMENTS

Monday was a workday, and I headed off as usual. Linda was retrieving the morning paper, and waved, shyly, to me. I waved back, and drove away.

That evening, I arrived home with the milk and eggs Brenda had requested I pick up from the store. I entered the house to find Brenda and Linda deep in conversation in our living room. That was nearly the last thing I had anticipated. Warily, I refrigerated the groceries, and retired to the bedroom to change clothes, greeting the women as I passed by.

I re entered the living room, and Brenda greeted me with a kiss. "Honey, Linda here has been telling me what an unexpectedly good time you showed her this weekend. She and I have been having a lovely conversation. It seems that you have been the occasion for a very detailed discussion between Linda and Britney. Linda, honey, why don't you tell Sam here about what you and Britney have been talking about?"

Linda appeared startled, protesting, "No, Brenda! I couldn't tell Sam about that! I..."

Brenda cut her off, directing her, "After what you and Sam shared this weekend, I hardly think you have any secrets remaining. In fact, after what Ben and I shared, I think that any pretense of secrets is laughable. Sam showed you what you have been missing, and what you have been wanting all along. Ben showed me why you have been missing it. Tell Sam about your conversation with Britney, and start now. Don't you agree, Sam?"

I was not about to start going off on my own tangent now, after the delights that Brenda's scheming had already brought to me. I agreed. "Linda, if you are to serve me, and to please me, you will follow directions. You will henceforth treat directions from Brenda, as if they were commands from me."

Linda closed her eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath as if to compose herself. "Britney wanted to know how long we have been...er, um, seeing each other, as you know. She wanted to know how I could do such a thing to her father. I, of course, repeated that you and I were matched by what Brenda and he were doing at about the same time."

Brenda interrupted, noting "No, Linda, it seems that you got the better end of that arrangement. You certainly got a longer lasting encounter than I got!"

Linda glanced at her, a ghost of a smile playing about her features, and continued, "Yes, it sounds like it. Anyhow, she wanted to know the particulars of how we spent the evening. I really did not want to go into that much detail, but you had told me that I had to. She was surprised that I took as much of you into my throat as I had, and could not get over the anal sex we had shared. She had so many questions, about how I could manage such things, and how it felt, and how could I enjoy them, that it was a very near thing for me to get dressed before Ben came home. As it was, I was nearly caught, and ran into the bathroom to shower, just as Ben came in the door! Britney did not speak a word of it, all evening long, but she had more questions for me once Ben had gone to work this morning. She was fascinated by your...your..."

"Cock?", Brenda offered helpfully.

"...yes, cock, and how large it was when hard, and how I could get it all the way in me. I think she is wondering how she might manage to take you all the way into herself, maybe try to suck you as well. Oh, Sam, I don't know what to do!"

Brenda slid a little closer to Linda, patting her knee as she offered, "Linda, it sounds as if your stepdaughter is feeling like there is an entire new world for her to explore, and maybe she thinks that she has found just the guide she needs. I really think that she could do much worse than our boy Sam, here. We know that he knows his way around a woman's body, and can show her a good time. He is polite, clean, responsible, and just adventurous enough that he might be able to keep up with a horny eighteen year old."

At about this point my ego overcame my sense, and I contributed, "And I'm experienced enough to show her what the high school boys only imagine that they know! Plus, I know how to be gentle and take my time. That ought to count for something!"

Linda took the bait. "Sam, I don't think Britney is looking for gentle. She dragged me downstairs, and insisted I show her how you had me tied to the workbench. She got flushed and breathless as I tried to tie her the way you tied me, and unless I'm reading her completely wrong, she wants you to be the next one to tie her up! I expect she'll want you to take full advantage of her from that point."

Brenda gave me a knowing glance. "Well, when do you expect that Sam here will be able to enjoy your hospitality again? Doesn't Ben have an out-of-town trip coming up soon?"

Linda paused, reflective, for a moment. "Yes, the end of next week. For some reason, his company is sending him to South Carolina, leaving Thursday, and returning Tuesday. How much business will he be conducting over the weekend? That seems strange."

Another knowing glance from Brenda. "Are his business trips commonly like that?"

Linda reflected, and recalled, "Yes, they certainly seem so. It seems like they have been over the weekend, more so over the past 5 or 6 months. Aren't most corporate offices closed on the weekend? I wonder what he is up to..." A dawning light came into Linda's eyes, along with a mixture of horror and anger. Brenda moved in to comfort her.

"Now, Linda, we don't know anything, do we? While it looks fishy, there aren't a lot of facts yet to examine. How about we consider how we might get some facts, so that you can decide, at your leisure, what is indeed happening, and what you want to do about it, if anything at all needs to be done. It could simply be that his employer has lousy cost containment procedures, and Ben is simply milking the trip for some alone time in a vacation spot. Let's get the facts in front of us, and see where they lead us, huh?"

Linda was unconvinced. "Oh my God, Brenda! He's cheating on me! That bastard! He...he...he...that son of a bitch! I don't know what to do! I....I...I suspected he had affairs, b-b-but I never really knew before now!". With that, Linda fell onto Brenda, sniffling and sobbing. Brenda made soothing noises, looking at me over the crying woman's shoulder, patting Linda's shoulder periodically.

I may not be particularly smart, but this one time I knew enough to shut up. Brenda carried things along for me, far better than I could have.

"Linda, honey", Brenda began, "don't you think that you really know what to do? That you really know what you need to be happy? If Sam here showed you nearly as good a time as I believe he has, you know what to do. Ignore Ben, and shtup the stuffings out of Sam! You get what you have been missing, and Ben, well, Ben can go fuck himself!"

"But what about Britney? She wants Sam as well. What would Ben do if she and I were both to sleep with Sam? Hell, that would show him! He'd have both his daughter and his wife in your husband's bed! How would you feel about that? Oh, Brenda, that would help me get revenge on Ben! Would you let me...let us sleep with Sam?"

Brenda appeared contemplative for a moment, and then grinned. "Linda, you know, I think you have a great idea there! You get what you want, Britney gets introduced to sex by a clean and responsible man, and Ben gets it in the eye! You know, I'm not sure there is any part of this plan I don't like! Hell, yes, I'll share! Sam, are you willing to make this sacrifice to help out our little neighbor?"

Sacrifice? Really? I didn't see the sacrifice here, for me, unless you counted Linda and Britney's soft young bodies being sacrificed on the altar of my lust, but I was in. "Well, Honey, if you think it is a good idea, I guess I'll go along for a while." (Awhile? You mean, until my dick stops functioning! A while indeed!)

Linda looked at me hopefully. "Sam, I know I told you a lot of things, yesterday morning. I...I meant every word. Any way, any time, any where you want me, I am yours. Any part of me, you make the decisions. I can see you want Britney. She's here all summer, until the middle of August. I'll work on her, until you decide it is time for you to take her." Linda got off the couch, and knelt at my feet, leaning over my crotch. Eyes wide, she began to plead. "Sam, please take me again and again. Have me any way you desire. I'll prime Britney for you, but please don't throw me aside too soon. Now that I've found what I've been missing, I want it all the time!"

I looked over her shoulder at my wife, speechless to see her smiling approval. I tousled Linda's hair, and said, "Linda, I have many plans for you. There are a lot of things I want to show you, and inflict upon you. I'm going to hurt you, hurt you just as badly as you desire. I'll take you to places you have not imagined. No, I won't toss you aside anytime soon. I have too many plans for you!"

CHAPTER SEVEN: ANOTHER MEETUP

The next week passed uneventfully. I worked that weekend, so I spent time on my off days during the week knocking off the chores Brenda and I listed. In the course of some yard work, I noted Linda standing at the window, as if watching me work. I waved to her, and she started, paused a moment, and waved back with a faint smile.

The next day, I was cleaning up the back yard. As I straightened up once, stretching the kinks out of my back, I saw my pretty neighbor looking over the fence at me.

"Hi, Sam", she began. "Can I see you for a moment?"

"Sure. Let me wash my hands, I'll be right over."

"Why not wash up over here?" she returned.

I nodded, and crossed through the gate into her yard. I was surprised to find her in a swimsuit. While it certainly was flattering to her figure, it did not seem to be her usual chat-with-the-neighbor's-husband wardrobe choice. My questions regarding her attire were soon answered, as Linda led me into the house, and down her basement stairs. Reaching the basement, she stopped, removed her top, and turned to face me. "Sam, please hold me! I have waited as long as I could, to hold you, see you, again. I ache for you!" Reaching for her, it occurred to me that once Linda decided something, she did not look back!

I ran my hands up and down my petite neighbor's back, caressing her buttocks, and drawing her closer to my growing erection. She responded by snuggling deeper into my embrace, and reaching for a kiss. I accommodated her, and sought the ties securing her bottoms. Releasing them, I drew her away from me, and gazed up and down her naked form. Her nipples were taut, her breathing accelerated, and her mouth opened as if to draw in enough breath to plead with me for something, something not quite formed.

"Linda, suck me. Drink my juice down, and swallow me whole. Then tell me of your progress with Britney." She began to speak, and I shushed her. "Suck me now. Speak later."

Settling to her knees, Linda released my pants, drew my shorts down, and assisted me to step from them. I removed my shirt, and, now naked as she, presented my rigid prong to her.

Linda dove onto my prick as if there were nothing else in the world she wanted. Her hot wet mouth engulfed me, and I was soon settled in, deep in her gullet. I wrapped my hands in Linda's hair, and allowed her to suckle on me, and she submissively crossed her hands behind her. After a couple of moments, she slowly withdrew, sucking all the way, and kissed the end of my cock. It was around this time that I heard a muffled gasp. I turned, and saw Britney bound, her hands secured to the same workbench that had held her stepmother.

Linda caught my movement, and said, "Well, Sam, that is what I wanted to speak to you about. Ben is at work, and he told me that he had to 'work late' tonight. I can only imagine the sort of work he plans on doing. In any case, here it is, the middle of the day, and you have two willing women here for your pleasure. Britney has enjoyed my efforts to introduce her to bondage, but I have told her that you have things to show her that I cannot. She wanted me to invite you over here today. What is your pleasure, master?"

This deserved some deliberation. I knew just the way to get the opportunity to reflect. "Linda, you were in the middle of something. Finish me, now. Then we will see what I want to do to you and Britney. Now, inspire me!"

As her stepmother pleasured me, I enjoyed the implications of a bound Britney. Her tank top had ridden up, and now bunched up beneath her breasts. Her shorts were clearly not school issue, very tight and cut off high on her hips. More swimsuit bottoms than the jeans they once were, I appreciated the way they framed her derriere, and conformed to her curves. Adding to the attraction, Britney's eyes were fixed over her bound wrists upon the meeting of my cock and her stepmother's mouth. Britney's wide eyed fascination with the celebration occurring only 8 feet away gave her a distinctly anime like appearance, if you considered a living, lovely, red faced, panting, bound teenaged girl to be anime like in appearance.

I have to say, between Britney and Linda, that bench had never looked so good. I held Britney's gaze, and wrapped Linda's hair in my hands. I began to guide her ministrations to my cock, drawing her along my throbbing length. I had never knowingly had an audience for my encounters, and having the pretty teen gasping at our coupling appealed to me greatly. In any event, Linda suffered for my distraction, as I paid no attention to the depths of her throat that I plumbed, nor the gasps she drew when I sufficiently drew her off my tool so as to briefly allow her to breathe. As Britney began to writhe, seeking stimulation in her bound state, and her breathing accelerated, I also accelerated the pace of Linda's gullet pounding. The poor woman could hardly draw a breath, and I paid no heed as I stuffed her throat full of my dick. For all that, she obediently kept her hands crossed at the small of her back, never appearing to consider trying to push me away.

Thrashing away at her airway soon had me trembling with my looming climax. Inspiration struck me, and I pulled Linda off the end of my spooge dispenser, and proceed to paint her face with my emission. Linda seemed to delight in this experience, as she began to moan and tremble, begging me in a husky tone to give her all my man juice. Conveniently, that was my very plan, as I milked my organ onto her pretty face, running her makeup all down her cheeks.

"Britney," I began, "You wanted me to come over today. Is this what you expected?" I indicated her gasping, trembling stepmother.

Wide eyed, the teen could only stammer. "N-n-no, I-I-I did-did-didn't! You shot your stuff all over her face!"

"Yes I certainly did. Is there something you want from me, girl?"

"I want...I want ...to learn about sex."

"Sir."

She goggled at me. "Britney: I am your stepmother's master. You must show me proper respect from that fact alone. If I am to be your tutor, for that reason, as well, you must show me respect. Finally, if I am going to teach you about sex, I will teach you in my way, and that will require that you speak to me, and respond to me with respect. Now, try it properly."

Still goggling, apparently overwhelmed, she failed to make the connection. "Huh?"

I turned to Linda. "Are you my slave?"

Linda had been paying attention. "Yes, Master."

"Must I show Britney how I teach my slaves?"

"If you wish, Master."

"Linda, if you can bring Britney up to speed, this afternoon will be considerably more pleasant for both you and her. You have 2 minutes, if you require them."

Linda turned to Britney. "Brit, honey, 'huh' does not work with Sam, my master. You know better. 'Excuse me" might work, and certainly will show my Master that I did try to teach you how to speak to adults. Now, try it again, correctly."

Britney blinked a few times. "Sir, I did not understand. What would you like me to do now?"

"Britney: tell me what you want of me. Why did you ask Linda to invite me over, to find you in this predicament?"

"Sir, I would like to learn about sex. Please."

"How eager are you to learn about sex?"

"Very eager, sir. I see how Mom responds to you. I never imagined such a thing. She seems more...I don't know, eager? Energized? Yeah, that's it: energized, since that weekend you two were together. I want to know what that feels like. Please, sir: teach me."

"Alright, Britney. I will consider it. First you must show me how eager you truly are. Clean my juices from your mother's face. Then, feed them to her from your own mouth."

"How can I do that while I'm tied up?" "Sir?"

I nudged Linda over closer to her bound stepdaughter. "With your tongue. This is your first opportunity to serve me as I desire. This test is pass/fail. Decide how much these lessons mean to you."

Linda rose, stepping closer to the bound teen. Britney regarded her stepmother, jism running down her face, with some misgiving. Linda continued to maneuver closer, until she bent over her stepdaughter, and kissed her on the lips. "Brit, honey, clean me up. Don't swallow, just collect the cum from my face."

Britney tentatively began to lap at Linda's face, her tongue chasing rivulets of spooge. After a few strokes, Linda kissed the girl with an open mouth, and I could see her tongue exploring the younger woman's mouth. Britney startled, held still. Linda drew back, and presented the other side of her face for attention. The lapping continued, and periodically the girls would kiss, open mouths allowing each tongue to explore the other's mouth. Soon, all my baby batter had been cleared from Linda's face, and she stood, faced me, and waited for my next direction.

Britney for her part, was panting, red faced, and wide eyed. She held me with an unblinking gaze. I stepped to her, released the ropes from the corners of the workbench, and wound them together, effectively cuffing her hands together before her. I released her legs, and beckoned for Linda to follow us.

We stopped in Ben and Linda's bedroom. I turned Britney to face me, and grasped the hem of the tank top, beginning to tear it. I rode the tear to her neck. There, I took out my pocket knife, and cut the garment into two pieces. I then carried the cut across each shoulder, and allowed the pieces of her shirt to drop to the ground.

Britney caught her breath at my assault upon her shirt, wide eyed. She began to breathe again as I unsnapped her shorts, eased the zip down, and slid them down her legs. She stepped from them, and, now nude, stood shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the other. Her bound hands clasped and unclasped, weaving her anxiety into a yarn of motion.

I stepped back to admire the petite, pretty, naked teen. Her blush was very becoming, and her embarrassment that produced the blush was a delight to witness.

I directed Linda to kneel, and began Britney's lesson of the day. "Britney, have you ever been naked with a boy?"

Wide eyed (it seemed to be her new way of viewing the world, or at least the corner of it I occupied), she hesitated. "Sir, I...I...I've never been naked with a boy!"

I pressed her. "Or a man?"

"No, sir! Nobody, except a couple of my girlfriends, at slumber parties!" That would gain some further discussion, later. I got back on point.

"Have you ever seen a woman give a man head? Have you sucked a cock, yourself?"

It seemed her capacity for embarrassment had not yet been exceeded. She blushed yet brighter red, and choked out, "No, never, sir! I...I never dreamed...that a guy's...thing!... could fit into a girl's...throat! Ohmighawd! I...I..I have never even seen a ...a...a cock, never touched one!"

I interrupted her, with the prediction, "We will remedy that gap in your life experience, today. You will suck my cock, you will swallow my seed, and you will get tutored by your stepmother, who is certainly knows her way around a dick. You will, as well, once we are done. I will make sure of it." I paused. "Britney, have you considered your virginity?"

"Yes, sir."

"And, what have you and Linda decided?"

"Sir, next weekend I want you to take my virginity."

"So, you ought to pay attention. Next weekend, I will expect you to please me. I will certainly please you."

With that, I directed Britney to kneel next to Linda, and presented my flaccid organ, beginning to regain interest in the proceedings. "Linda, show Britney how your throat loves my cock. Suck me hard."

Linda began to do so. She placed her hands on my thighs, to steady herself, and sought out my unit with her tongue. She worked her lips down my length, and began to apply suction, while massaging my length with her tongue. This had the desired effect, although less rapidly than I might have hoped (I was no longer 21, after all!), but she persisted, and soon had my johnston glisteningly erect. I turned to Britney, and invited her, "Do you think you can perform as well as Linda?"

She warily considered my throbbing beef baton, before responding. "I don't know, sir. How do I begin?"

Linda provided direction. "Hun, start by licking up and down the length. Once you have it all wet with your saliva, the rest goes much more easily. You want it wet, because Sam is going to want you to take it down your throat, and that will go much more easily if you lubricate it first. Start with your tongue."

Britney put my words into action, beginning to lap at my rampant love lance. As she found a drop of emission at the very tip, she stopped to test the flavor. "This is more watery than what I licked off of your face. How come?"

"His first cum shot will be the thickest, and the largest volume. the second and following climaxes will be smaller in volume, and more watery."

"Will they taste the same?"

"Not so very different, but maybe less concentrated. You ought to get a chance to form your own opinion in several minutes"

The bound teen returned to my joint, and began to take the head tentatively into her mouth. She experimentally swirled her tongue about the head, and took a few cautious thrusts deeper into her mouth. My dick nodded his approval. I grasped her head, more to steady myself than anything else, and Britney almost purred.

She rested her hobbled hands upon my thighs, and continued her exploration of my tool. While she certainly lacked the experience of my wife, or her stepmother, Britney's cautious focus upon my achingly erect muff weasel was entirely arousing. From time to time, her tongue would circumnavigate my cockhead, and I responded with another drop of ball nectar. I guided her gulps, not wanting to overdo it early in the relationship. (Relationship? Really? Relationship? I guess, but certainly not the stuff of teen novels!) She was not about to deep throat my tool, and that worked for me. What was lacking in gonzo porn cock sucking, certainly was made up for by the teen-first-time aspect of things. I was liking this.

Linda, patting Britney's head, and rubbing her back, was murmuring encouragement all the while. I did not pay too much attention, until Linda drew Britney off of my dick (to my surprise), and then began the didactic portion of today's coursework.

"Brit, hun, Sam likes it when you take him deep. That may take a while for you to do successfully, but I think he'll enjoy your efforts to learn how. Watch me, and see if you can do this."

So saying, Linda took me into her mouth, and, slowly, descended until my entire length was buried inside her. Linda's coughs and gagging had entirely pleasant effects upon me, and she held position for several long heartbeats, slowly drawing herself off my length.

"Mom, you were choking! How can you do that?"

"Honey, it isn't easy, but it is pleasing to my master, isn't it, Sam?"

I was entirely in agreement. "Yep, mighty pleasant, for me. Linda, why don't you tell Britney your perspective?"

"When Sam is buried in my throat, yes, I choke and gag and tear up. My body still wants to fight for air. But, when I accept that, and revel in the pleasure I'm bringing my man, I get so hot, so wet, so aroused, that it almost becomes pleasurable for me. I almost welcome it. And, as I practice, it becomes easier for me to take Sam deep. I expect that, with enough practice, I will start to climax from pleasing my man in this way. Here, you try."

Britney regarded my lance with something akin to the enthusiasm she might have for a vaccination, and then, having reached a decision, reached her hands for my thigh again, and sought out my glans with her mouth. She reached her hands behind one thigh, and drew me into her depths, until she coughed me out. Regaining her poise, she again drew me into her depths, and again coughed me out. Tears dripped down her cheeks until she found the depth that she could hold for a moment. Pausing there, she regarded me from beneath her eyelashes, coughing and gagging muted for now. Nearly half my fuck tool rested within her mouth. I recognized her effort.

"Good work, Britney! You are making good progress. I don't expect you to match your stepmother's or Brenda's abilities, but you are making a nice start. I want you to practice, and I am confident you will perform better when next we meet. Linda, perhaps now you can show Britney what the next few lessons will look like."

I withdrew from the restrained teens mouth, and turned to her mom. Linda began to lave my unit, and draw me into her mouth and throat again. I stopped her. "I suspect that you and your stepdaughter have me sufficiently aroused. Let's show her how I like to fuck my woman. Up onto the bed, on your knees!"

Linda leaped to comply. I turned Britney so that, still kneeling, she had a ringside, and balls level, view of the celebrations. I climbed onto the bed, and ran Mr. Happy into Linda's drooling gash. I grasped her hips, and withdrew, and again reamed her depths. I accelerated my pace, aided by the plentiful fuck syrup pooling in her cooter. For her part, Linda was cooing, moaning and cheering me on.

"Oooww, yeah! Just like that! I've been creaming for you since you took me in the basement! Oh, Ghawd! You got me so hot when you fucked my face! Take me, sir! Fill me with your cream! Fuck your baby into my womb! Oh...Oh....Oh! Yeah! Hold me! Fuck me! Stuff me!"

I glanced over to the naked, kneeling Britney, who had regained her goggle eyed world view. I wasn't clear on how much of Linda's narration was for Britney's benefit, for my ears, or simply generally expressing her approval of the affair, but my little head certainly nodded his approval, from deep within her depths. I drew Linda's arms back and gathered her hands behind her back, as if taking her reins. I continued to pound her pussy, now using her hands as grips as I directed our coupling. Linda continued her encouragement, and I luxuriated in her hot wet grasping center. Things were good.

Linda soon began to tremble, and so announced her looming climax. I took this opportunity to release her hands, and gather her oils and anoint her backside. I repeated this process several times, and then withdrew from her cock chute. Linda whimpered at this change of pace, but when I began to place my prod at her anus, she mewed her approval. I deliberately squeezed my cock into her butt. As Linda gasped at the new intrusion, I glanced at Britney. Still goggle eyed, she had added crimson blushed breathlessness to her expressive repertoire. I approved.

My steady entrance allowed Linda to relax, and accept my tool within her. Her clinging ass massaged me, and I seated myself fully inside her depths. Pausing, I luxuriated there, savoring both Linda's submission, and her sexual availability. I withdrew, and began to methodically fuck her ass, entering and withdrawing her clasping shitter. Again I grasped her hands, and held them together at the small of her back, as if binding her in my hands. I began to accelerate my asshole stuffing, and felt her muscled rectum ripple on my length, as she began to moan and coo her satisfaction.

Britney appeared to be locked into wide eyed amazement as she regarded this corner of her new world. She seemed about to speak, several times, only to look as if she reconsidered each time. I turned my attention back to her gasping stepmother, and redoubled my assault upon her colon.

Renewing my grip upon Linda's arms, I began to use her limbs to direct her willing body off and back onto my throbbing dick. This seemed to increase her own arousal, and soon she began to moan out her release. That, along with the accompanying contractions of her rectum, nearly finished me, but the earlier festivities had prepared me for a longer term encounter, than otherwise I could manage. I held off my own climax.

Linda was reduced to moaning, streak faced flaccidity, as I extracted myself from her ass. Leaving her there, I stepped to the bathroom, and washed her ass juices from my prod. I returned, and confronted Britney.

"Britney, I want you to suck me off. Start now."

With that, I presented my schwantz to her lips, and Britney, after a moments reflection, opened and took me into her mouth. She wiped her tongue about my head, and began to bob her lips along such of my length as she could accommodate. The effects of a bound pretty teenager attending to my dick in this manner were, as you might imagine (for if you could not imagine such, why would you read this sort of material?), entirely pleasant. Indeed, aside from the physical enjoyment she was eagerly working to deliver, there was additionally the circumstantial delight to be found in regarding a cute teen girl, naked and firm bodied and bound, focused entirely upon eliciting my climax. I struggled to appreciate the totality of my wonderful life. I resolved to be very, very certain that Brenda knew how much I appreciated these results of her planning!

All good things reach conclusion, and I was rapidly approaching my own. Britney braced herself, bound hands resting upon my thighs, and she explored my hardness with her lips and tongue, reaching about halfway with each stroke. I rested my hands upon her head, caressing her rather than impaling her upon me. I was starting to enjoy the pre-climactic ball tingling that was developing, and encouraged Britney to continue.

"That's good. Wrap your tongue around my cock. Draw my climax into your throat. Drink me down. You keep that up, soon you'll have me spurting into you. You're about to get my whole creamy load! Oh, Yeah! Just like that! Oh, yeah!..."

Linda picked the conversation, since I was nearly incapable of understandable speech. "Brit honey, your are doing so well! Keep on sucking him. You are so gonna learn to love this! You'll learn, nothing feels quite like your man spurting into your mouth, coating your tongue with his release! Oh yeah! I may just come right along with Sam! I never knew watching could be so hot!"

With that, Linda began to stroke her own puss with one hand, resting the other upon Britney's throat, as if to feel the pulses of my impending jets of man-sauce. I was ready to oblige her. My tingling reached a crescendo, my balls tightened, and my boiling cream began to feel as if it was pouring into Britney's mouth. For her part, the pretty teen was guzzling my goo, coursing each bolus into her stomach. Linda, feeling the contractions of Britney's swallowing, redoubled her own efforts at pleasure, and soon caught up with me, moaning her climax.

I withdrew from the high schooler's mouth, and settled upon the bed. After a moment's reflection, I addressed Linda.

"You are to untie Britney, and then you may each dress. We will talk later this week, and, should Ben be on one of his business trips, next weekend will be the day. Any question?"

Britney had almost completed collecting herself. "No, sir. Mom and I will talk, and you and I will talk after that."

"Girls, do not forget your conversation!" So saying, I collected my clothing, and returned home.

CHAPTER EIGHT: HOME AGAIN, AGAIN

Once Brenda got home from work, and I told her of my eventful afternoon, she was eager for an after-action report. I recounted the foregoing, and Brenda, getting into the spirit of the narrative, stripped and drew me to bed. I try not to be stupid, too frequently, and joined her in nakedness. Brenda swooped upon my reltney, and, having conducted her taste test, confronted me. "I thought you had your way with the neighbor women? How come I cannot taste them on you?"

"Well, once I had taken Linda's ass, I cleaned up, for Britney's first foray into cocksucking. I didn't want to get too gonzo for her first flight. That washed away the taste of our first encounter."

My petite wife fluttered her eyelashes at me, and asked, "So, how do they compare to me, and my abilities to please your cock?"

"Honey, they are altogether in your shadow! You are in your own league, and they do not compare in any way!"

That seemed to be the right thing to say, as Brenda sucked me down again, and then released me, observing, "You poor man! Suffering the attentions of amateurs! As your reward, you get to experience the very best of oral loving! Here I come!"

She settled me within her pharynx, and laved my hardness with her tongue. Drawing her lips the length of my blood stretched man club, she purred, tickled the tip with her tongue, and again seated me within her depths. A few transits of my johnston, and she withdrew. "While I'm reminding you how good you have it, how about you tell me how your visit next door went?"

I figured I had just a little time before Brenda rendered me incapable of speech, so I launched into my narrative.

"Linda invited me over, and led me into the basement. I directed her to suck me, and, while she tried to tell me something, I wasn't having it. Shortly, I discovered that the something Linda had wanted to tell me, was that Britney was curious about bondage, and Linda wanted me to tutor her. Britney, bound to Ben's workbench, got to watch Linda suck me off. Then, upstairs, she provided a return demo. I don't know if she simply is a quick study, or the fact of a pretty 18 year old nakedly sucking me off rings my chimes, but she certainly earned the cum bath I gave her tonsils. Not a trifling accomplishment, considering that I had just sodomized her step mother."

It was good that I had finished my report, because Brenda was hitting her stride. Nearly all my blood was throbbing in my joystick, and her slobberingly intense suckjob was threatening to drag me howling over the precipice we all seek to leap from.

Brenda noticed, and paused in her endeavors. I slid a ways back from that precipice. Unhappily. She must have heard it in the things that I did not dare to say. "Settle down, you! You had your way with your sex slaves, and, I must say, you are making fine progress, but now you're home with your horny little wifey. I wanna get mine, before you get yours. Again. So, you settle in, and give me the tongue lashing that I deserve, and I'll tell you what else is going on in your world."

I rolled her over, and kissed my way to her center. As I positioned myself for maximum pussy lapping effectiveness, she started her orientation.

"You probably already know that Linda is your slave. Britney is not far behind. They were over here the other day, and Britney, in particular, was boiling over with curiosity regarding what you enjoyed in bed, and how you liked it served up. I went light on the kink factor, but she still seemed like what she in fact is, a virgin. Eager, horny, submissive, but still a teen virgin. Oohhh! Just a little bit lower! Now, give me your fingers! Oh, yes! Rub the front, and lick me just a little faster!"

She paused her tale, while I chased her climax. I dogged her pearl, rubbing two fingers on the bundle of tissue on the anterior wall of her sex, and beat my tongue on her clit like a hailstorm of lust. She paused her tale, because she wailed out her completion, and tried to stuff my entire head inside her so I could inspect the results of my caresses. Closely.

I slowed my efforts, until her breathing had returned to normal. Brenda continued.

"So, you are one romantic interlude from doubling your harem. Britney will soon do anything you say, any time or place. Linda is already trying to get pregnant with your baby, and Britney will soon be chasing that child's brother or sister. As for Ben, he's too busy chasing whatever tail he has on the side, to even notice the changes you are creating in his own home. Once both Taylor women are under your spell, and you have them pregnant, well, right about then he ought to figure out what happened. I plan on watching him melt down." I rose from her clam, and regarded her for a moment.

"Watching him melt down? Have you not, in the time since you first presented this plan, considered any of the myriad ways this can go horribly wrong? Hell, the one that occurs to me now, is what happens when Ben evaporates, and then pregnant Linda, and pregnant Britney have to both pay for running that house next door, as well as actually keeping all that operating! Here, I'll just add that to the running list of ways this can dramatically fail. You have any contributions?"

She drew me to her by my ears, and cooly gazed into my eyes.

"Sam, you are finding problems, but you have no solutions. I would think, with as many benefits this plan has already brought your way, that you might be able to think of a few solutions, for a few of your reasonable concerns. Do I have to point out, that with our two children, and this third one soon to arrive, we still have a couple of vacant bedrooms? If we make one into a nursery, all three infants can sleep there, and the other room can be the berth for the wives not on duty that evening. That way, there will be three of us to slake your libidinous drive."

That paused me. She capitalized upon that pause, and slotted Mr. Happy at her haven, and, tilting her hips, engulfed him. I responded as I always did, presented with my willing wife's oily sexual embrace, and drew back, before again savoring the full depth of her sheath. She sucked in a breath, and reached for my ass, encouraging me to fuck her steadily. We rocked together, ascending together love's peak, finally crashing over that peak and plummeting into the abyss of sexual release. I pulsed into her center time after time, and she clutched me with her secret muscles, prolonging my torrent.

"Hmmm!", she purred into my ear, "If I weren't already pregnant, all your swimmers filling me up, would certainly make me pregnant! I love how you look a little crazy when you pound into me, and I love how you clench when you fill me up with your love!"

She drew back, and looked at me mischievously. "Do you think you can get all three of your women to deliver on the same day?" She hugged me, and continued. "I get so horny, thinking about how my man is so sexy, that he can capture, and bed, and impregnate two other women, and not let me feel neglected!"

I was undeterred, once I had caught my breath. Picking up from where she had, so successfully, distracted me, I redirected her. "While I appreciate your estimate of my virility, there is still no plan for Ben's reaction to my impregnating his daughter and wife, nor for when-and if-he bails out. That also leaves unaddressed what will happen to Ben and Linda's house, when your little harem all move in here. And, you just raised an interesting point: what exactly do you get out of your husband catting around with the neighbor women?"

Brenda rolled me over onto my side, and propped her head up on her hand. She leveled her gaze into mine, and began to lecture me. "Don't you get all hot and bothered watching your disgusting movies?"

I was busted. Nothing to do but throw myself on the mercy of the court. "Uh, yeah. That's kinda the point, right?"

"Yep. Well, you get all squirmy watching strangers get it on. I get all juicy and tingly thinking about my studly husband boffing the neighbors. I know how you can please a woman, and I get sort of prideful knowing that I get that good lovin' whenever I want it. Do you suppose that, just like guys brag about how they're the best thing for women since chilled wine and romance novels, girls like to brag about how their man knows all the buttons to push, and in what order?"

I wasn't following really all that closely, and it must have shown in my face. She brought me up to speed. "When you get Britney and Linda well and truly wrapped around your dingus, and Ben has faded into Neverland, I want them to let it slip to the neighbor women how you are "Da Man!" in bed. That will frost the cake of taking Ben's women, making them your own, impregnating them, and then, finally, revealing him to be the bedroom bust that he is. He will be, on so many levels, completely unable to show his face here again, unless he wants everybody to look at him, and know he's just another bugfucking needledick."

Well, when you put it that way, it all made sense! Good thing my darling wife wasn't any kind of vindictive! Nosiree!

She continued. "And, with Ben's (ahem) shortcomings revealed to the entire world, and your good loving front and center each time one of your harem walks into the store, well, everybody will know that I married that, that I carried your children, and that I caught you first. In addition, when I hear you servicing Linda, or Britney, and you know that I will, you will KNOW that I'm getting all squirmy and juicy, knowing what a good time you're showing them, and that the very same good time, is mine, and that I elected to share it with them. You DO know that I control who, where, when and how you share that good time, correct?"

Time for agreement! "Yes, Ma'am!"

She muttered something that sounded, indistinctly, like "That's what I thought!", before she returned to the conversation. "Just make certain that you remain properly appreciative of this bonanza that I have arranged for you."

CHAPTER NINE: ANOTHER WEEKEND

A couple of weeks passed, Linda and Britney waving at us as we passed, and occasionally found in my living room, conversing with my wife when I returned home from work. Brenda did not share the topics of discussion with me, maintaining an enigmatic smile, and a bland "You'll see, and I guarantee that you'll be pleased," when I inquired directly.

Another weekend arrived, another "business trip" for Ben. Oddly, it called for him to depart Thursday and return the following Tuesday. His employer's cost control scheme likely needed some revision. It did provide an opportunity for whatever my devious little wifey had planned.

She confirmed my suspicion. "Honey, save yourself. This weekend will be your big night with Britney."

"And, how do you see this unfolding?"

"Well, Ben left this morning on another of his 'business trips', and that leaves the Taylor women with a free weekend. I have a plan to fix that. Tomorrow, you will seduce Britney, wine her and dine her...well, simply 'dine' her, since she's a teen, and sweep her off her feet and into your bed. There, you will introduce her into the joys of physical intimacy, and, if I'm lucky, impregnate her.....Yeah, I think that's about it!"

Her smile in no way reached her eyes.

At the risk of repeating myself, I was, still, uncertain how this could possibly lead anywhere I wanted to go. That is, aside from into a teenager's pants. Once into those pants, I could imagine multiple varieties of unpleasantness. Not certain I was eager to take that path into unknown problems.

"So, you have been considering how this could go wrong, haven't you?"

She stopped, and looked at me. "Yep. You remember our conversations about Ben and his street fighting cred? Or lack thereof?"

"Uh-huh, I do. How about a gravid teenager? Might be hard to play off with the neighbors, particularly when she moves in with us, doncha think?"

"Well, if she is your slave, as I fully expect that she will become, if she isn't already, she will tell any sort of lie to protect what she will see as her good thing, right?"

"I suppose so."

My wife had no such doubts. "I know so. She has been asking me about teen motherhood, during our little mother-and-daughter-sex-slave teas. She is altogether on board, and has several alternate histories to share with the curious. Her favorite is the classic, 'I yielded to my first boyfriend, and he disappeared once I came up pregnant!', seasoned with a side order of 'the nice neighbor couple took me in when I was almost entirely alone and pregnant'. Sorta makes you tear up, doesn't it?"

"Uh-huh", I dubiously agreed. Never one to avoid letting uncertainty screw up a wet dream, I plowed on. "So, you, and me, and Britney, and Linda, and our kids, and the baby you're carrying, and Linda's baby, AND Britney's baby, all under one roof, right? What is that, five children, three adults, and we have, what, four? bedrooms? Sounds cozy."

"No, honey," she corrected me. "remember when we finished the basement? Remember the egress windows you insisted we put in? So, when we put up walls, and make that bathroom in the basement nice, we can have two more bedrooms, and that third bathroom can be put to use, and it won't be all that cozy, after all. Might up our property taxes, but I suspect that, with all the nookie you will be getting, you may not care about that!"

You might wonder how long it would take me to figure out that my devious little wifey inspected all the angles, and contemplated the responses to her initiatives, and identified counters, before she briefed me on her plans. Whatever answer you came up with, it sure seemed as if I was gonna take longer than that!

Being a guy, I was ready for my Friday night outing pretty quickly. Shower, shine, shave, shirt, suit, and shaddup and wait. Brenda and I had planned on dinner, a show, and romance leading to Britney's final initiation into the ranks of my love slaves. I checked, once again, that the tickets were in my jacket pocket, and settled in to wait. The television beckoned.

Britney, being a woman-in-training, well, she did not hurry. I was starting to get engrossed in the game, and had just figured out what inning we were in, and whether it looked as if this might be a "win" or "lose" in the pennant race, when Britney came down the stairs.

My wife, who knows how I operate, had seized the remote, and shut off the game about the time Britney started down the stairs. I looked up to chastise my wife, but Britney interrupted me, chasing whatever I had thought I was going to say clean from my mind.

The pretty teen's dark hair framed her face, pinned up in a sort of angel's wing look, holding the hair in back up and off her neck. Her eyes, glowing and luminous to begin with, appeared larger and deeper, with the make up artfully applied. Even so, her face did not appear to be made up, her eyes becoming the focal center of her countenance.

The dress she wore showed a tantalizing amount of cleavage, caressing but not clinging to her bust. Her hips were accented by the fabric, as it swayed with each step, as if to call attention to her legs. Combining youthful freshness and sophisticated appearance, any teenaged boy who had not asked her out had sadly missed his opportunity for this experience.

I rose, kissed her cheek, and turned as if to present her to Brenda. Linda, standing beside my wife, stepped forward. "Honey, you look so beautiful! You have a good time, and relax. Sam, here, will show you a good time, and then, once you get home, well, he'll show you another sort of good time altogether!"

Britney clasped the older woman to her. "Oh, Mom! Thank you for all this! Thank you for sharing Sam with me!" She turned to my wife. "Oh, Brenda! I'll never be able to thank you properly for sharing your husband with me! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Brenda winked at me over the bubbling teen's shoulder. "Honey, you just have a good time, and enjoy yourself! Linda and I will be next door if you want to talk, but, I insist that you simply place yourself in Sam's capable hands. Everything will be wonderful!"

I held the door for my date, and whisked her to my vehicle. Settling her into the passenger seat, I entered, started the car, and off we went.

For romancing the second of the Taylor women, I thought I'd change up the pace, and so drove to the next town, where there was a very pleasant, quiet, and intimate Chinese restaurant. The Golden Noodle was well regarded, and rightly so. My reservation placed us toward the rear of the dining room, and away from the kitchen. We were early enough that there was not much of a crowd, and our server was prompt, attentive, and discreet. Britney was a bit nervous about trying the Orange Chicken. We compromised, I ordered the Almond Boneless Chicken, and promised her that she'd love one or the other, and I'd eat the second choice.

We concluded our leisurely meal, rich with promising looks and small talk, and departed.

We arrived in plenty of time for the show. The breeze tickled Britney's hair, flitting it across her face, and away again. We dawdled between the parking ramp and the theater. Britney turned to me. "Mark? I feel so grown up tonight. Thank you for all this. Mom, Linda, told me how you treated her. Everything, including how rough you were at the finish. I saw how you tied her the next morning. I want all that. Treat me like a real woman, like I'm able to be your equal, like you don't have to hold back. You are going to be my first man. I want to remember everything, every moment, and I want to know you gave it to me like you would another adult."

She stopped, drawing my gaze to her own. "Please, when you make me a woman, don't treat me like a child, like some fragile thing. I want you to take from me, what you want. I want what you gave Linda. Would you do that for me, please?"

How could I resist an entreaty of that sort? I drew her to me, kissed her gently, and murmured, "I'll show you what being a woman is all about. I'll take you, and fill you with my flesh. I will not hold back. Tonight, when you please me as a woman pleases her man, I will treat you like that woman."

She shivered a little at that. I held her for a moment, and then began to lead her to the theater. "We have a show to see, and then we'll retire, to conclude our night, and your seduction of me."

Continuing my theme of "you're not a little girl, you're a woman" with Britney, I had secured tickets to a play. I had heard the women at work talking about it, and how they had loved it for this, or that, or the other reason, and figured that my pretty little companion would likewise find it appealing.

I don't really know what Britney thought about the play. I do know that she hung on my arm, and appeared transfixed by the show, and the theater. My bet was that in all her eighteen years, nobody (certainly not Ben, most likely not her high school swains) had ever taken her out someplace really nice, and treated her like a nearly adult young woman. Fortunately for me, her reaction to that man, who finally had, was likely to be, shall we say, enthusiastic.

The play ended, and we wound our way to my car. I drove along the river, finally turning away and arriving back at my home. Linda and Brenda had long since departed for Linda's house, so we returned to a quiet, darkened house. Britney appeared shy, almost hesitant, as we stepped across the threshold. Britney pulled me close, and hissed in my ear, "I didn't bring any change of clothes!"

I turned her and murmured back, "That's because you didn't have to. Your step mother, and my wife, took care of all details!"

We ascended to the room, and I drew back the curtains so she could enjoy the full effect of the moonlit night. As she gazed out into the backyard, I slipped behind her, and wrapped my arms around her waist. She pointed here, and there, fascinated by the difference moonlight made in the appearance of everyday things. Soon, she clasped my arms with her hands, and leaned back against me. A few moments passed, and I began to nibble on her neck, her head tilted away from me to facilitate my liberties. She drew first one hand, then the other, to her breasts, and sighed.

She turned, taking my hand again, and drew me to the bed. Her hands performed unknown magic behind her, and soon her dress fluttered to the floor. She settled herself upon the bed, kneeling, and again, unseen magic behind her back resulted in her brassiere being tossed onto the dress. She rolled onto her back, wriggled, and her panties joined the laundry pile next to the bed. She rose to her knees, and, crossing her hands behind her back, gazed at me levelly.

"Sir, you have had my mouth, and you have shown me how you take your woman. Please, be my first. Own me, and let me please you, let me be your woman."

She might have not have been out of her teens, but the look she gave me, was that of a confident adult woman, who knows what she is about. She was petite, as was Linda, and she had dark eyes like her step mother. Her breasts, with the uplift of youth, were modestly sized, and entirely proportional to her svelte frame. The swell of her hips testified to her readiness to be that woman she was trying to be. I toed off my shoes, and pulled my shirt over my head. Releasing my belt, and my shorts and dress pants puddled on the floor, I was soon as naked as she. As I reached to caress her, she touched my chest, stopping me.

"Sir, Linda directed me to inform you that my last period was two weeks ago. I know that she is trying to conceive your child. I realize that I might get pregnant tonight. I don't know how Mom would feel about that."

"Britney, I don't have a condom. I want nothing to come between us. I want to feel your skin against mine, with nothing to dull the experience."

She paused a moment, nibbling on her lower lip. "I want you. I've waited, seems like forever, for this moment. Now, I've got you naked, you've got me naked, and we have no place to be until tomorrow. I wanna take this opportunity. Make love to me!"

I was not about to ignore that sort of invitation. I stepped to her, and embraced her, trapping my throbbing reltney between us. As petite as she was, that placed my slowly weeping splooge dispenser at about the bottom of her breasts, and with a little pivot of my hips, I started to paint their underside with my dick drool. She took some time to notice, as she hungrily feasted upon my probing tongue. Once the novelty of nude french kissing had begun to fade, she pulled back a bit, looked between us and giggled, "Are you done already? Your thing is leaking all your stuff on my boobs!"

I haughtily stood at full height, and riposted, "Madam, I am not completed, anything but! The emission upon which you comment, is merely my generative organ demonstrating his appreciation of your abundant feminine charms!"

She giggled, again, at that, replying, "Uh, could you say that in ordinary English?"

I slouched a bit. "Yep. I'm not done, I didn't come. When a guy is very excited, like I am, because he's with a pretty woman, and you are, then his 'thing', as you so elegantly put it, begins to produce fluid. This fluid does a couple of things, among which is to help lubricate the entrance of his 'thing' into his lover, so that their joining is more fun for each of them."

She looked coy. "So, you think I'm pretty?"

"Nope."

Shocked look. "But, you just said I'm a pretty woman!"

"That I did. But, I don't 'think' you're pretty, I KNOW it. I've seen many woman, and several of them were so kind to me as to allow me to appreciate them, unclothed. You are a stand out among that select group. You are pretty, no thinking required. Since I have seen several women, in very romantic settings, I can say with some authority, you need not wonder at all. You are a very pretty woman!"

Her smile could illuminate the room. "Nobody ever looked at me, the way you are looking at me now. You look as if you wanted to eat me right up! I kind of like it!"

I scooped her up, one arm beneath her arms, and the other beneath her knees, and re-positioned her on the bed. I knelt upon the bed, and she opened her knees, as a curtain might open upon a theater production. Her sex was unveiled, and she evidently also approved of things, for her petals were opened as a rose in April, the dew of her arousal painting them with a shiny gloss.

I crept upwards, kissing first one leg, then the other, as I approached her center. Once I reached the junction of her thighs and her sex, she moved as if to deny me access. Placing a hand upon each leg, I spoke. "Britney, are you going to deny me anything? Anything at all?"

She froze. "Uh...no sir."

"So, why are you trying to close your legs?"

"Sir? That's where I pee!"

I chuckled. "Do you think that I am unfamiliar with a woman, and her sex? Do you suppose that I am unfamiliar with the act I am about to share with you?"

Doubtfully, she replied, "Uh, no sir?"

"Have faith: I know what I'm about to do, I know the many uses of this lovely piece of flesh, and I'm about to introduce you to a couple that you may have known about, as well as a couple that you evidently have not. You are to lay back, relax, and climax as often as you wish."

I placed soft pecks at her thigh, first one side, then the other, until I felt her begin to relax. I lapped then up one thigh, and down the other, beginning in front, and moving medially, until my nose bumped her sex with each circuit. Soon, I paused, breathing upon her center, and, once she sat up to see what I was doing, ran my tongue up her pleasure center, from taint to clitoris, slowly, gently, steadily. She threw her head back upon the pillow, and exclaimed, "Oh, Sir! That feels so nice! I never imagined!"

I drew back from my endeavors, "Britney? Have you not sucked me off, and swallowed my emission? Did you think that I enjoyed it?"

She grinned, mischievously, at me. "Oh, yes! I could tell you enjoyed it!"

"Didn't it seem as if I enjoyed it, way more than what you have just enjoyed?"

"Yep!"

"So, lay back, and learn."

I returned to her sex, and nuzzled her labia, followed by my tongue exploring her folds. I lapped, seeking the secrets hidden within, and nuzzled her pleasure pearl with my nose. She seemed to enjoy that, gasping each time. I figured that it was time to show her my change up pitch, and so wrapped my lips around her button, sucked it in and out, and then began to tickle her with the tip of my tongue.

She went wild. If I had not kept my hair cut short, she would have wrapped it up in her hands and yanked out by the roots. As it was, she was scrabbling at my scalp, as I was tongue lashing her clitoris.

I slowed my efforts, matching her own unwinding climax, until she relaxed and stopped trying to dig her fingers into my scalp. I untangled myself from her legs, and crawled up until we were nose to nose, my steely throbber vibrating against her knees.

"Wow! I can see why girls are told to wait for the right guy! If we didn't, all we'd think about would be sex, sex, and more sex! Is it always like that for you and Brenda? Do you do that to Linda, every time?"

"Well, no. You climaxed so explosively because you were all keyed up in anticipation. Once you've had, oh, a couple of hundred orgasms, you will find that sometimes you come like a rocket, other times it's simply a cozy closeness, a sharing, and much less overwhelming, and more like companionable snuggling."

"How come you're still hard? Didn't you get off yet?"

"Nope. The first one is all you, baby! Next one, I'll go for sharing our getting off."

"Oohhh! I wanna try it now! Can we do it now, Please?"

I struggled not to laugh. Her enthusiasm was cute, and reminded me of my early days with Brenda. We couldn't get enough of each other, fucking, sucking, and generally getting each other off a couple of times a day.

"I do think that I can make the sacrifice you request. Oh, it is quite the ordeal you are placing before me, but, manfully, I shall struggle to drive you insane with pleasure, and bathe your cervix in my love lotion, to show my appreciation of your mastery of the amatory arts!"

She looked at a moment, processing what I had said. Then, the fight started, so to speak. "You rat! Ordeal! I'll show you 'ordeal'! You had better fill me with your love lotion! I am gonna show you how much you pleased me, and I'll leave you a withered, dried up old man husk! The only problem is, I'm going to have to explain to Brenda how I boffed her husband to death, even if your dead body will have a smile that will never quit! Get up here, and fuck me!"

Once I slid my way up, quivering love lance in hand, and began to caress her sex with the oozing head, her bravado faded somewhat. She winced as I slid the head just inside her portal, but, when I stopped, soothing her as I caressed her cheek, she visibly relaxed. She was encouraged enough to pivot her hips forward and back, with the effect of massaging the end of my baton with her moist quim. Several cycles of that massage later, and I slid a little further into her haven. She tensed, I froze, and caressed her again.

We continued this pattern until I was fully seated within her, the caress of her love canal threatening to draw my explosion from me. I held position, and bent, suckling her nipples.

She gasped, "Oh! Sam! Keep doing that!" I bit, gently, and she throbbed with her entire body. I withdrew a bit, and thrust, returning to her depths. My tongue painted her breast vigorously, and she clasped my head to her bosom. Immobilized by her hands, I reciprocated my hips, starting a coital motion.

She went nuts, thrashing her pelvis to and fro, so the two of us managed to whip her sexual fluids into a meringue of lust. Fortunately for my reputation as a paramour, Britney's initial climax had allowed her return rapidly to the precipice, and I chased her, moaning, over the brink. I drove full length into her channel. She thrashed, she moaned, she squeezed me and released me. I did my level best to fuck her right through all her spasms, seeking to drive her higher and higher, making this orgasm one that she'd remember, fondly, all of her days.

That sort of enthusiasm is contagious, and, when you are naked and romancing a pretty teen girl, who is giving you every indication that you are providing her with a life changing experience, well, your prostate soon decides that it's time for you to join in the merriment. When that happened, my back arched, I found myself buried as deeply into her sex as I could possibly go, and I poured myself, my last drop of cerebrospinal fluid, through my pulsating reltney, and out onto her eager ovaries.

I spurted seemingly without end, until, boneless, I nearly collapsed full length upon her. I was just quick enough to briefly hold one arm rigid, so my weight canted off her, to one side.

When I was again aware of anything that was not my pleasure prod, I noted that I was being hugged by a tearful girl. This concerned me, and I lifted her chin, so I could gaze into her eyes.

"Britney? Honey? Are you alright?"

"Oh, God, Sam! I'm wonderful! It was so wonderful, so great, that I couldn't imagine!"

"So, why the tears?"

"I'm crying because it's so overwhelming, and because I lived next door to you for all these years, and never, until now, did I ever feel this way! I'm going to want to feel like this, all the time!"

I hugged her closely, caressing her hair, and murmuring to her. She wrapped herself up in my grasp, until she wriggled up, face to face with me. "When can we do that again? I wanna do it all over again! It was so wonderful, so beautiful, so great, I wanna do it again, right now!"

I shushed her, acknowledging, "Now, Britney, you do realize that I am an old man, and therefore I am going to require some time to recharge my batteries, don't you?"

She turned impish. "Is there anything I could do, to hurry that up?"

"Do you really need suggestions? Simply in the spirit of scientific investigation, I invite you to work your feminine wiles upon me."

"Sounds like a dare!", she muttered, and slithered down my torso until she was eye-to-eye with my wilted muff weasel. She began to speak, as if to charm my cobra of lust back to life.

"You don't look so fierce, now that you are all small and scrunched up. In fact, you're kinda cute, when you look all tiny and helpless like this. When you stood up and started drooling with your excitement at what you were going to do to my defenseless little cooter, you were kind of scary. When you began to stretch me, I was kind of scared. Then you started to massage me in my wet place, and it started to feel good. Then, you made me feel really, really good. You look a little sick, right now. I'll just have to kiss you and make you all better!"

Having said her magical words, Mr. Happy was beginning to stir, but was still considerably droopy. She proffered the promised kiss, and, deciding that he deserved a considerably more intimate kiss than the initial peck, let her tongue out to play, laving the crown.

She sat up, doing wonderful things to her breasts in the process, smacked her lips contemplatively, and decided, "I like the taste of me on you. It reminds me of how crazy you made me, and how hard you're gonna fuck me, when I get your little friend here back in the game!"

She dove back down onto me, engulfing my tool in it's entirety. She drew off, slowly, and released me with a "Pop!", only to begin stroking my length. She turned my equipment this way, and that, and appeared to be performing a quality control inspection on my johnston. Seemingly satisfied, she sucked me back into her mouth, suctioning my blood back into my favorite organ.

A mortal man can only withstand so much of this treatment, before he achieves either a diamond hard erection, or terminal depression at the failure of his generative organ to properly salute such a display of amatory enthusiasm. Fortunately, turgor arrived, and, sufficiently firm for her purposes, she turned to me, and asked, "So, what's next?"

"Well, my wife likes to sit in my lap, sometimes, whereas Linda likes me to tie her up, and make her feel I'm simply taking my pleasure from her. Oddly, when I treat Linda that way, she seems to climax explosively."

She was excited. "On your lap? How would that work?"

"Well, straddle my lap, like this", and we demonstrated. Then, I held my baton upright, and she leaned forward. "You start to slowly settle down, like you were going to get a hug, and we direct my cock into your pussy, like this!" She figured it out, reaching between her legs to open her petals, as I directed my babymaker toward her center. Our hands met, and she settled down, slowly engulfing my length.

She giggled. "I like this! It feels like I can fuck you any way that I want!" She wiggled, settling in, and widened her eyes at what she discovered. "You reach parts of me that you hadn't reached last time! Let me move a bit!", and she raised some, and settled down. Liking the results, she repeated this maneuver, and repeated it again, accelerating the pace, until she was chasing her climax, and looked to be catching up to it quite handily.

I occupied my self fondling her fine firm breasts, reaching in occasionally to take a lick of a nipple, or nibble on an aerola. She appeared to enjoy my explorations, but was distracted by her discovery of woman-on-top coitus. And loving it.

She wriggled herself to a moaning climax. I was hardly thrusting, and so received modest stimulation. Being in no danger of early ejaculation, she was able to repeat her satisfaction, using me as a sort of flesh dildo, several times, before my arousal reached such a pitch that I clasped her to me, rolled us both over, and started to pound her into the mattress. Wanting to drive her, howling, over her precipice, I hooked her legs over my arms, reached beneath her shoulders, and seized her wrists, holding her helpless before the onslaught of my lust. I flogged her sex, mashing my pubis against hers, and, as she screamed out her release, I inundated her cervix with my baby batter in pint lots.

I released her, rolling myself to my side, lest I collapse entirely upon her. She cuddled up next to me, and settled her head upon my shoulder. Sated, drained, sleep overtook us.

CHAPTER TEN

My slumber was disturbed before the dawn, by somebody energetically bouncing upon the bed, nearly tossing me upon the floor. Once my eyes started to focus, I beheld my wife, and Linda, smiling sunburst smiles, and leaning to the whispered briefing that Britney, still naked, was providing.

I rolled over, attempting to regain blissful slumber, but it was not to be. Britney's tale was interrupted from time to time by muted squeals of "Oh, he didn't!", and "Five times? Really!", and similar protestations of disbelief.

It appeared that The Sleep Fairy had abandoned me (Wretched sleep fairy! She had been my favorite!), so I stumbled my bleary self to the bathroom, there to drain the radiator, brush my teeth, and attempt to splash some sensibility into my fogged brain.

I returned to the bedroom, and was ambushed by Brenda, who enveloped me in a crushing hug. "Oh, you wonderful man! You have given this girl the very best first time, any girl ever had! I just knew you had it in you!"

Further conversation was obscured by the kisses she peppered me with, and the noises of approval contributed by Britney and Linda. We broke the clinch, when I make clear my need for coffee, and we reconvened in the kitchen. The scurrying around accompanying breakfast, and my attempting to speed up the production of coffee with my psionic powers (horrible fail), precluded any meaningful after action report.

Once the meal was concluded, the women decided that they had to talk, and I was left to washing the dishes. Once they returned, gleaming kitchen speaking to my domestic prowess, I drew Brenda in for a hug, and inquired, "So, what are your thoughts about my getting a rematch?"

She looked at me askance, and asked, "Did you not get enough lovin' last night, from yon hard bodied teen? She spun a tale of sexual bliss that Penthouse Letters could only wish that they could publish! And, you want more?"

I stuttered for a bit, much to the amusement of my audience, before settling on a rejoinder. "I merely worry that this tender innocent urchin might feel deprived, now that she has sipped from St. Valentine's cup, should I not offer her another serving of erotic bliss!"

My Darling Wife reassured me that everyone would get their itches scratched, and that the women had developed a schedule to assure so. And, I should wait.

Following the principle that, since my wife's machinations had wound up very well for me, I ought to follow directions, I shut up and followed directions.

As it developed, in the following weeks, when Ben was home, I pleasured (and was pleasured by) my wife, with occasional evening or weekend visits from Linda, or Britney, or, one memorable evening, both.

Time passed, and I was eagerly anticipating another weekend of delights, idly wondering what particular form they might take, when I entered my home one Friday. I found all three women seated at the kitchen table.

Brenda directed me to sit. She sipped her tea, as if to organize her thoughts, when Britney bubbled over. "I'm pregnant! We're gonna have a baby! You and me!"

The other two women glared at her, until Linda cleared her throat, and contributed, "Well, Sam, it appears that you have caught all three of us. I'm pregnant as well. Brenda and I thought that you ought to hear it from us, before I tell Ben. He's likely to be, at the very least, surprised."

Brenda picked up the briefing at that point. "Honey, Linda expects that Ben will be home this weekend. When she tells him, she will also tell him that Britney is pregnant. He's gonna wonder who the fathers are, and might already suspect you as Linda's baby's father. Between Linda refusing to have an abortion, and Linda telling him you're the father of Britney's baby, that may well be when he explodes. You ought to know."

We chatted further, Brenda and Linda anticipating likely scenarios. Brenda presented the finish-the-basement-and-furnish-a-nursery scenario, and the women dissected it, in painful detail. I excused myself, and went upstairs to consider how my plans for happy fun times had changed. Shit. It appeared that my weekend was summed up in the admonition, 'No Nookie For You!'.

I was puttering around upstairs, folding laundry and putting towels away, when there was a vigorous pounding upon the front door. I tucked a pistol into my belt ('Be Prepared' being The Scout Motto), and went to answer it.

Ben was there, and Ben was pissed. Well, he appeared angry as well as intoxicated. If I heard him correctly, he had found two positive home pregnancy tests on the bathroom counter, and assumed that Britney was the owner. I was not about to open the screen door for an intoxicated guy with poor judgment, so I let him carry on for a while. Linda and Britney appeared at my side, and Ben kicked things into higher gear.

He initiated his short lecture series on "Sluts, And The Slutty Sluts Who Don't Control Them". From the prologue, it evidently featured Britney and Linda, and that served as an intro to his plans for aforementioned "slutty sluts". (he seemed to suffer from a poverty of conversational themes) When I observed that there would be no laying-on-of-hands ceremonies on my property, he seemed to take that as an invitation to enter my home, an invitation that I HAD NOT presented.

Right around that point, I slammed the door, not seeing this as a teachable moment for Ben. I invited Brenda to call the police, to invite them to referee this debate.

So, when you kick in a screen door, you are able to reach in and release the lock of that screen door. That gives you the opportunity to attempt to kick in the door. When you attempt to kick in an exterior door, if the homeowner has given this some thought (as I had), you are attempting to kick in an industrial steel door, with 6 inch lag bolts securing the frame to the structural members of the house. Makes for a long time kicking, as it develops.

If you happen to be attempting to kick in a door, as the police arrive, the nice officer is going to want you to, calmly, explain how this is a good idea. Typically, that is going to require a whole lot of explaining, and that explanation is, sooner or later, going to require that you hire an attorney to make your explanation for you.

Or, if you are intoxicated, and have poor judgment, you will invite the office and his/her partner to worship at the altar of the patron saint of fertility. That appears to be spelled "F-U-C-K-O-F-F". Surprisingly, officers tend to be offended at receiving such an invitation, and any opportunity you may have had to make your explanations without an attorney involved, disappear.

Remember the poor judgment thing? Yeah, well, about that. Ben seemingly possessed an overabundance thereof, as manifested by his attempt to punch one of the officers. For some reason, she was not amused, and he received a Mark I, Mod ? baton-thumping. And, then, he was arrested. And, since he seemed to be intent upon providing a genealogical tutorial featuring the parade of poor life choices made by the mothers of the officers who gathered at the call of "officer in trouble", well, the patrol cars have doors that are considerably less wide than the officers appeared to believe that they were. I say this because, as he was flung into the vehicle, he missed the opening by "that much", coming to an abrupt stop as his head impacted the "C" post. Their second try was not a lot better, only this time impacting the "B" post. The third try was the charm, as he sailed into the car, stopping when his (bruised) head came suddenly against the cage protecting the driver side rear window. Oops.

Once he was sober, he called Linda to come bail him out. Linda had considered this possibility, and had told the officers that she and her step daughter had sought refuge at our house because Ben, drunk, had threatened her and the girl. While untrue in several relevant particulars, Ben's Academy Award winning performance, as the Intoxicated Violent Abuser, was lent great authenticity by his method-acting exercise of attempting to slug a female officer. So, when Linda told him to have relations with himself (spelled, it seems, "Go Fuck Yourself"), she went to obtain a restraining order, citing the officer's disinterested testimony as immortalized in her arrest report. Slam Dunk.

Thus, Ben had to be bailed out by person or persons unknown. He apparently did not excel at "Listening to and following directions", because the part about "stay 100 yards away from the complainant and her property" did not seem to affect his decisions. He, again, appeared at, and began to pound upon, my door. This time, Brenda called the police immediately, and several officers, in several vehicles, converged upon my domicile. Ben, again intoxicated, again swung at one of the officers, who, this time, Tased him.

I now realize why they call it "doing the chicken". He flapped around, and squawked, and generally acted like a chicken with no place to go and a big hurry to get there. When he finally wound down, he was, again handcuffed, and this time was successfully placed in the patrol car on the first attempt.

It appears, in this county at least, once you violate both your bail terms and the protective order placed against you, you are NOT going to get bail. Who knew?

When the dust settled, Ben was unemployed (since he'd missed weeks of work awaiting trial while in the county lock up), Linda had filed for divorce, Ben's attorney was wondering how he'd unload the house, formerly Ben and Linda's, that he'd acquired in lieu of payment for services, and Ben still got to spend 93 additional days in jail between striking the one officer, damaging my door, and trying to smack a second officer. Oh, and general douch-canoe-ery while in jail.

I had fallen into some overtime at work, so the home remodeling proceeded until the attorney closed on his quit-claim deed to the house. By that time, Linda and Britney were living with me and Brenda.

Brenda was serene, and happier than I had seen her in quite a while. One night, after a pleasant episode of loving pregnant marital sex, she cuddled in my arms (or, as cuddled as she could get at that stage of her pregnancy). I thought I could hear her purr, and I asked her what had made her so content.

"Well, Ben is in his own little slice of Hell, a slice he made much hotter due to his stupidity. The doctor says my pregnancy is progressing just fine, and everything is great. Linda and Britney are living here, and look like they have settled in. At this stage of my pregnancy, I'm not so up for sex as I used to be, but that is being covered by Britney and Linda. My darling husband, who made all my revenge on that asshole possible, is getting all the loving that he wants, in no small part because of how I got my revenge. Linda is becoming my new best friend, and Britney, well, she is a delightful adolescent, turning into a thoughtful, mature, responsible young woman, who wrings my husband out in bed, and sends him back to me a dried up husk."

She sighed. "This is about as good an outcome, as I could have hoped for."