A Blackmail Tale Ch. 05~7

byTx Tall Tales©

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Part V of the Blackmail tales. If you haven't already read them, you may want to start with parts I, II, III and IV - A Bit of Blackmail, A Bit More Blackmail, A Blackmail Buddy, and A Blackmail Tail 4: Donna. Just click on my name to find all my stories, and start from there.

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Chapter 05: Three to Tango

Things were going well. I'd digitized my home movies, ripping them to my hard drive. Then I'd gone ahead and started building my new movies. The first was for my plan: a carefully edited compilation that explored and exploited the sexual activities of my darling Donna, without showing my face. It was devastating if I do say so myself. The blowjobs, the wanton fucking, and particularly the threesome action painted a portrait of a wild harlot.

It was a work of love, and I spent way too much time perfecting it. I'd added titles and a soundtrack, worked with different camera shots, and careful scene transitions. I had to relieve myself countless times while I was editing it.

The second video was for personal consumption, and left out nothing, including the blackmail session itself. I was about 90% through with this one when a voice from the doorway made me jump.

"What are you doing?" my wife Abby asked from the door to my home office.

I barely escaped blurting out "Nothing," the first refuge of those caught in the act. "I'm taking some of our videos and putting them on hard drive, so we have backups." Just a few weeks earlier I had taken our wedding videos and ripped them. It also explained why I had all the video gear out. I quickly closed my current window, and brought up the Wedding video, with a new title page letting you jump to the portions you wanted: Entrance, vows, reception, wedding photos, first dance, and more.

Abby was walking towards me, across the 20 feet or so from the door to my office desk. My monitor faced away from the door, hiding my actions. I had a couple of machines, and usually had the good sense to have a second computer set up for some innocent work, where a simple press of a button could switch my monitor and keyboard to the second 'safe' computer session. But I'd been lax, and nearly caught. By the time she was at my side I had somewhat hidden my tracks, and the wedding video was waiting at the index page.

I showed Abby the video changes, and jumped forward to one of our favorite scenes, the interviews of our guests. We laughed together at the scene with her grandmother, and I burned a copy of the video to DVD for her to take downstairs to her computer, in a niche off of the kitchen.

As she left my room, after kissing me, I started kicking myself over the near slip. The thing was, I love my wife. I enjoyed being with her, and still loved making love to her, even if we were in a bit of a rut. I loved my family, and my daughter, and had to stop and ask myself why I was doing this? Was fucking the shit out of Krista and Donna worth risking my marriage over?

I knew the answer was no, but that didn't matter. I was addicted. I knew I couldn't help myself and I'd be banging Krista first thing in the morning, and confronting Donna soon, reeling her into my circle of servitude. The real question was: Could I somehow get Abby to go along? I had to, whatever it takes. I was certain that otherwise I'd keep at this deceitful little game until we were caught, and I didn't like the chances of how things would fall out then.

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"You want to do what?" she asked between strokes.

"Get our spouses together." I repeated.

"Are you insane?" Krista asked, trying to push me off of her.

I leaned over her, grabbing her hands firmly in one of mine and stretching them out above her. I squeezed her breast tightly, beyond comfort, and pounded into her. "Listen to me," I commanded harshly, "and don't try that crap again." I could see a hint of concern in her eyes, as my free hand encircled her neck, holding her gently but insistently.

She looked up cautiously, and nodded just a fraction, about as much as my hand would allow.

"We WILL get caught eventually if we keep this up. What will happen then?" I asked her, pausing a moment to let her digest that. "What if Rich walked in now? What would you do?" She turned her head instantly, in reaction, towards the door. "Hell, your marriage might survive, but imagine if he walked in when I was balls deep in your 'forbidden' ass? How would he take that? How'd he like to see that pretty little mouth of yours full of my cock?" I kept sliding in and out of her during my explanation, emphasizing just what we were doing.

"So what am I supposed to do," she asked softly, tears filling her eyes.

"Work with me. Like you did with Donna. What if we were to push Rich and Abby together? Somehow get them to do something, anything? Then we're in the driver's seat. You're a devious little schemer. We've seen that from our little game with Donna. Just give it some thought. What can we do?"

I released her hands and neck, and turned her over on all fours. I reached into her night stand and pulled out the lube, greasing up my shaft for her. She waited patiently, quietly. As I kneeled behind her, squeezing a few drops onto her beckoning butthole, she said softly, "Well, we know that he likes her, he's mesmerized by her tits, and he's jealous that she does things like blowjobs and this," she emphasized the 'this' by wigging her butt as I opened up her ass with a finger before plunging in for the real deal.

"That's a good start." I told her, as I fed the head of my cock into her tight anal passage. "And Abby's always thought he was cute, and feels a little sorry for him for the same reasons. Plus we know how amorous she gets with a bit of alcohol in her system."

I squeezed forward a bit more, burying about half my length in her upturned ass, as she kept pondering the course ahead. She groaned a little as I settled more and more of my fat shaft deeper into her bowels. Once I'd bottomed out, and was starting a slow and steady reaming of her, she spoke up again.

"He's always wanted to go in the hot-tub naked," she confessed breathlessly. "Maybe the four of us could end up in your hot-tub. Get the kids out of the picture somehow."

"I like it." I told her, using her ass, while I thought it over. I was distracted by the feelings I got from butt-fucking this pretty little church-mouse, and concentrated on filling her with my hot juices, fucking her forcefully, shaking the whole bed. I'd already come once inside her delicious pussy, but I was already feeling the impending release again.

Krista was obviously distracted as well, her own hands worrying her hot twat, while I slid in and out of her rear entrance. She was moaning for me, thoughts of our spouses at least temporarily forced to the side. "Fuck me, Alex, fuck my ass," she moaned, pushing back against me.

I pulled her hips hard against me as I emptied myself into her clutching butt. I rolled over, gasping for air. Krista crept off to the bathroom, and returned with a moist face-towel she used to clean me up, while she told me a few more of her ideas. I guided her face back down to my cock, leaving her to work on that for a bit, while I thought out loud, working through a few possibilities, as Krista's talented tongue slowly restored my steel.

Once more ready for action, she straddled me, and rode me easily while we narrowed our ideas down to one main plan, and commenced on the details. We spent a good 10 minutes on it, and she spent those same 10 minutes on me. Once I finally filled her steaming pussy for the second time that afternoon, we had a coherent, fleshed out plan for dealing with our spouses. As for Donna, that was a lot simpler. Krista had a meeting scheduled for tomorrow around noon, and everything was ready for her induction into my team.

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Krista answered the door in an oversized T-shirt, and nothing else.

"Jesus, Krista," Donna griped. "You're really running late, you better hurry and get dressed or we'll be hitting rush hour by the time we get back."

"Don't worry, I'll be ready in time." Krista laughed as she led her friend back into the living room. "Remember our little afternoon with Alex?" she asked, turning the corner into the living room and lifting up her shirt bottom so she could back up and lower herself onto my waiting cock, which she'd abandoned a few minutes earlier.

"Damn it, Krista," she said, "what are you thinking?" She stared at me, the anger in her face apparent.

"I think I'm getting fucked delirious," Krista giggled, settling down with her full weight, then peeling her t-shirt off, leaving her naked, stuffed with cock. My cock to be precise.

"We're watching a movie," I said, speaking for the first time. "Care to join us? I think you'll find it interesting."

Donna turned to the big plasma TV, and stepped back involuntarily, as she watched her own pretty face get stuffed with cock as she laid back and took it.

"Oh shit," she mumbled, staggering backwards.

Krista, hit the fast forward a bit, so we could watch the change as Krista eagerly sucked my cock on the screen, giving an obviously talented blowjob to yours truly.

"I like this scene, but it's not nearly as good as when I'm sitting on his face, and you're riding him like there's no tomorrow. Jeez, I got hot watching that." Krista told her, while she rocked back and forth on my hard rod.

"You're a fucking pig," Donna hissed, I think towards me.

"And you're irresistible. You yourself said it. It would kill me to think about that afternoon and knowing I'd never get a chance to have you again. Well I couldn't let that happen," I told her.

"So what is this, more blackmail?" she asked.

"Blackmail's such a harsh word. Let's just have an agreement. I have one with Krista, I've had it for several weeks. I'd like one with you as well." I told her. I then whispered to Krista who dislodged herself from my pole, and settled between my legs to let her mouth take over for a while.

"Several weeks? You mean several days; I'm assuming since the last time you blackmailed us." Donna said angrily.

"No. Weeks. As in weeks before she helped me get this wonderful video we're watching." I answered, stroking the hair of my dear little cock-sucker.

"You bitch," Donna said to Krista, her arms crossed. If looks could kill...

"Aw, don't be that way. Look on the screen." I told her.

She looked over to see herself spreading her legs for me, as I raised my face from between her legs, and fucked her into orgasm after orgasm.

We watched it quietly for a minute, the only noise Krista slurping on my turgid staff.

"So what's your agreement?" Donna asked softly.

Krista pulled her face away from my cock to answer. "Simple enough. I'm his. For a year."

"You're kidding me, right?" Donna asked incredulously.

"Hardly." I told her. "Seems a small enough price to pay. Especially for something you're going to enjoy so thoroughly."

"This is just ridiculous. I'm not going to let you fuck me for a year," Donna blurted.

I just fast forwarded to the threesome scene, where she rode me like a cowgirl, while Krista sat on my face. The camera angle was excellent, and you could easily see Donna getting off on riding me. As she was coming she leaned forward into Krista, moaning loudly, and then their lips met. It was maybe the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I hadn't even known about it at the time, but the video luckily captured every detail. Donna's whole body trembled as her mouth opened and her and Krista's tongue's tangled.

Donna tore her eyes from the TV, and slowly started to undress. "Alex. You've got to keep this secret. Be careful. Dave can never know. Nobody can ever know."

She dropped to her knees beside Krista, and when Krista pulled back and offered my cock to Donna, she lowered her face and gave it a long slow lick, tears running down her cheeks.

"It's not so bad," Krista whispered to her. "I've been doing it for a while. I love it. You will too."

"I don't think so," Donna said angrily.

"And you've got someone to share it with." Krista continued. "I had nobody. I was alone and scared."

"So you dragged me into it," Donna retorted.

I wasn't really interested in their bickering. I wanted to take a further step towards helping Donna accept her new role as a my toy-on-demand. I eased the girls back out of my lap and stood, then taking my girls by their hands, I led them back to Krista's bedroom, where the groundwork for todays induction had been 'laid'.

I guided Donna to her back, in the middle of the king-size bed. I took Krista in hand and leaned her over the end of the bed, guiding her face first into Donna's crotch.

"Alex," Krista whined, as she obediently moved as directed, "please don't. That's disgusting."

Donna, seeing what I intended, closed her legs tightly, crossing them at the ankles.

"This is not a democracy. I'm not going to submit you to public humiliation or degradation, as long as you behave, but you will do what I ask here in private." I moved Krista to the side and took hold of Donna's ankles spreading them apart. As I released them, she quickly closed them again.

"I'm not some God-damned dyke," Donna told me angrily.

I laughed and walked into Krista's closet returning with a handful of ties. I took one and tied it around a bedpost at the headboard. I then held my hand out to Donna, waiting for her to give me her hand.

"You can't be serious?" She said.

I didn't say a word, just looked at her. After a few more seconds delay, she finally reached out and gave me her hand. It took me a couple of minutes but I soon had her tied down. Not tightly, there was still a good bit of wiggle-room, but there'd be no more closing of her legs.

I then sat down beside her, taking in her obvious nervousness. I reached out to her and stroked her hair. "You are so beautiful. Don't fight me." I turned to my knees and fed her my cock, which had wilted a bit in the tumult. She took me without hesitation, sucking me nicely. I looked over to Krista and waved her over.

"Now," I told her, and nodded down to the end of the bed, between Donna's legs.

Donna jerked in her restraints and Krista took up her place between the platinum blonde's spread legs. Krista leaned down and I watched her kiss all around the true target of her attention. Donna was twitchy, and I told her softly. "If you'd like, imagine it was me down there." Donna just closed her eyes, and continued doing her best to suck me using only her mouth and the motion of her head.

I was plenty hard now, and went to the foot of the bed, reaching down and turning Krista around to face me. I kissed her warmly, holding her. "You are so incredible, you know that?" I whispered to her. "You can't imagine how hot I get at the idea of you doing this for me." I turned her around, and pushed at her shoulders, bending her over the end of the bed, and back into Donna's crotch.

This time she didn't hesitate, and Donna immediately cried out, "Oh, shit!" and wiggled up the bed a few inches before she was pulled up short by the ties around her ankles. Krista reached under Donna's legs and tugged her back down, burying her face into the light brown fur. While she did her best to warm up Donna for me, I reached between Krista's legs and opened her up, sliding my stiff meat into her. I took it easy, screwing in and out of my sweet slave, while she devoured Donna, slowly breaking down her barriers.

I saw Donna's eyes close, her breath shortening, and listened while the first small moans escaped her lips. Krista was doing great. I pulled out of her, and returned the favor, using my mouth on her, then moving up and tonguing her tiny brown rosebud. Both girls were moaning and I was in heaven.

I pulled Krista off of Donna, and looked down at my newest conquest, trembling on the bed. She looked so tempting. Irresistibly so.

"That was beautiful, Krista. Don't you think it would only be fair that she give you a little of the same?" I asked her quietly, my lips caressing her ear. Krista looked at me questioningly. "Sit. On. Her. Face." I explained. Krista's eyebrows crawled up her forehead, and then a big smile split her face. "Just wait until I'm inside of her," I told her softly.

I climbed between Krista's legs, and tugged her down the bed, putting the ropes on her wrists under tension, but loosening up her legs. I wedged my knees under her thighs, and then placed the tip of my swollen prick at the warm pink opening I'd been so patiently waiting for. With a little nudge of my hips I opened her up, the head disappeared leaving the rest of my cock exposed. The ankle ties were irritating me, so I loosened and removed first one, and then the other. Grabbing just behind her knees I pushed her legs back almost to her breasts, leaned my weight forward and slowly pressed my rock-hardness into her, all the way to the root.

"God, that's what I remember," I told her, just holding there, enjoying the sensation of being buried inside her. With a series of long slow strokes I renewed our acquaintance. I spread her legs wider, and pounded more insistently, sawing in and out of her. I stretched out on top of her, freeing her legs, holding her face. "You are so beautiful, so sexy, can't you see why I had to have you?" I told her, and then I took her mouth with mine, denying her any chance to respond.

Her tongue tangled with mine, and I could hear her breath as she accepted the ravishment. I sat back up, spreading her legs wide, and fucked her ferociously, pounding that pussy, her body shaking under the treatment.

I nodded to Krista who'd been waiting patiently, and she climbed onto the bed, turning to face me. She straddled Donna's chest, on her knees, and meticulously wedged her ankles under Donna's outstretched arms. She leaned forward, and I met her halfway, kissing her sweet lips. Then she eased back and held herself just above Donna's mouth. Krista bent over and looked between her own legs, watching where her cleanly shaven lips hovered just above Donna's red-lipsticked ones.

"Go ahead," I encouraged her, and I watched as she settled back just a little further, settling over Donna's mouth.

I stopped moving, my cock hovering just outside of Donna's leaking slit. "Go on Donna, it's not so bad." I raised an eyebrow to Krista, who shook her head 'no'.

"Come on," I told my tied up beauty. "Make this easy," I pumped the head in and out of her lips teasing her just a bit. Looking up, Krista caught my eye and still shook her head no.

Time to try a different tack. I lifted Donna's leg across my body twisting her lower torso sideways. With her legs together, to the side, I entered her again, then gave her a couple of long slow strokes. Then without warning I slapped her ass firmly, seeing the imprint of my fingers. She jumped under the attack and I put my hand on her upper leg, just above the knee, and leaned my weight into her. She was pinned firmly between my weight, and Krista's legs and ass perched on her shoulders and face. I spanked her again, with a resounding 'crack'.

"Do it, Donna, it's not so bad," Krista encouraged her, resting on her hands and knees, and holding herself just above her friends resistant mouth.

I saw Krista jerk forward, and then settle back. "Like that, baby. That's nice." I heard her say softly.

I lifted Donna's top leg up over my shoulder and I started working her pussy over. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feelings, the sensation of being inside this sweet young thing. I didn't try anything fancy, just fucked away, slow and steady, my entire being distilled into the point of contact where I entered and filled her.

Krista was moaning her encouragement to her novice fur-licker. I sped up, lost in the feeling, a tension building under my balls, knowing I could come like this. I had no reason to hold back, and sped up yet again, now pounding her hard, fiercely, feeling the tension spreading to my thighs, up my abs, gathering in my buns.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I cried out clutching Donna's leg tightly to my chest, her calf slippery from the sweat running down my chest. With a commanding series of powerful thrusts, I exploded in her, coming for a seeming eternity, wad after wad of my searing juices bathing her insides.

I don't know if it was my coming, or some action of Donna's but Krista followed right behind me, coming loudly, her hands over her head, clutching her hair.

I extracted myself from between Donna's sweet legs, and moved to the head of the bed, where I removed the wrist restraints. Krista had climbed off of Donna, and was stretched out beside our victim, her arm thrown across Donna's chest, her head resting on Donna's shoulder.

I took my place next to Donna, opposite Krista, and allowed my hands to wander over her body. "That was so nice," I told her softly, "you are such a sweet fuck." I reached up and caressed her face, Krista's drying juices proud testament to Donna's successful attention.

"Isn't it enough that I'll fuck you? Do I have to do that too?" Donna asked querulously.

"I love watching you, seeing what you can do to her, and what she can do to you." I admitted.

I scooted down and nibbled on her breast, my hand cupping her mound, massaging her gently, but not entering her. I looked up to see Krista joining me, planting herself on the opposite breast. Her other hand joined mine and we played with Donna's moist slice, taking turns dipping fingers into her. Donna tried to hold her composure, but when we both had 2 fingers each inside of her, and I tugged on her nipple with my teeth, she cried out and hunched her hips into our hands.

I got up and encouraged Donna to get on her hands and knees. She did it willingly, no reluctance this time, and I climbed behind her and entered her wet pussy easily. I waved Krista over, and caught her by the hair, pulling her face down to Donna's ass. After several strokes I pulled out and let Krista take me in her mouth, for a few strokes. Then back into Donna's tight slash for further drilling. Back and forth I went, just enjoying the view immensely.

I lifted Krista's lips to mine, by her hair while I long-stroked her dear friend. "Lay underneath her, baby, head to toe, so you can lick me where I enter her." I told her.

She took the directions well, and scooted underneath the pretty new girl in our lascivious play. I was able to look down, past my cock where it entered Donna, and see Krista's pretty eyes watching the action from up close. I felt her tongue lapping at where I entered that tempting twat in front of me.

"Don't leave her hanging, Donna," I told her. Krista's bare pussy was just beneath her face, and I gave a small push at the top of her back, encouraging her to lower herself and do what comes naturally. A few strokes later I pulled my cock out and slid it between Krista's lips, pushing a little more aggressively than normal into her beckoning mouth. I popped into her throat, gagging her a bit, but I pulled back, letting her catch her breath, before feeding her again. Then back into Donna's very wet and willing opening.

It felt great, and it looked like Donna was at last offering at least lip-service to what I'd requested. Her head was deep between Krista's legs, and moving.

Donna's butt hadn't been on the menu yet, and I didn't know how far I wanted to push things this first time, but I toyed with it nonetheless, working a thumb into her, while I fucked her a little harder. She really had a sweet ass, with nice round cheeks. It was delicious, screwing her like this, but a little awkward, trying to avoid kneeling on Krista's hair, or pounding too hard and interfering with their oral play with each other.

I pulled out and laid down next to them, my head near Donna's. It didn't slow them down, and I could now see that Donna was making a pretty good effort to pleasure the bare little pussy underneath her talented tongue. It wasn't long until I heard Krista cry out, and Donna looked up with a little smile, which she immediately tried to hide.

"Ride me, sweetness," I told her softly, reaching out and pushing her hair back so I could see her pretty face.

Donna carefully climbed off of Krista, and settled herself over my cock, taking her time sliding it in. Then she leaned over me, rocking back and forth on my shaft, making her breasts accessible to my questing mouth. While I nibbled on her hard little nipples, Krista moved up beside me and cuddled in close, watching the action.

I was in heaven. While Donna fucked me, I pulled Krista's head up and kissed her, then encouraged her to straddle my face. I loved the taste of her, the smoothness of her lips, the wetness when penetrated by my tongue.

After a short time spent in the position, I felt like a change again, and with a soft spank on her ass, Krista took the hint and climbed off my face. Donna was riding me hard, and looked almost ready to come, so I didn't want to interrupt her. I just watched her, Krista once more cuddled into my side, while she bounced wildly up and down on my stiff staff. Finally she cried out, slamming down onto me, and curled up almost into a ball, "yes, yes, YES!"

As she came down from her orgasm, I pulled her down onto my chest and held her while my hips kept the action from dying out altogether. When her breath was almost normal I eased her off my cock, and pulled her to my side. Krista wasn't about to leave my sword unsheathed and she took over where Donna had left off.

While Krista pleasured herself on my cock, Donna spoke softly. "Are we just going to be your toys? Do whatever you please?"

"More than toys." I told her, lifting her lips up to mine and kissing her deeply. "Much more."

I nodded towards Krista. "Isn't she beautiful? Just a few weeks ago she'd never had a cock between her lips, or buried in her ass. I doubt she had an orgasm that wasn't self-induced in the last 5 years. Look at her now."

Krista's eyes were closed and she was raising herself up and down on my cock, taking the full length, and carefully pacing herself. Her nipples were peaked and her skin flushed. She looked incredible.

"With me you can be anything and everything you've ever dreamed. Nothing is off limits here. Nothing to be embarrassed about. No worry about what Krista or I will think. You can be the amazing sex goddess you know you are. You are absolutely free." I told her.

"Free? I'm your slave!" Donna answered incredulously.

I closed my eyes, and leaned back, thrusting up into Krista, whose ministrations had brought me to the brink again.

"That too," I said softly, before groaning and loosing another load of my warm cum into my darling slave Krista.

Chapter 06: Hot-tub Hijinks

Our little plan to involve our spouses was working to perfection. Krista's boys were off at a weekend camp, and my daughter was at a sleep-over. The four of us had enjoyed a 'grown-up' movie, fine dining, and had returned to my place for a nightcap.

I had just finished adding landscape lighting to the backyard, and we retired to the patio where the guys could enjoy a cigar, and we could all relax over a couple of glasses of wine. We'd shared a single bottle of wine at dinner, and were looking to add to that at home. I cranked up the tunes just enough to drown out the sound of the road out front, made sure everybody was settled in, and using a cedar strip, lit up.

I'd had very little to drink, as the driver, and shortly headed to the kitchen to prepare myself a shot. While there I put another part of my plan into action, pulling out a tray of Jello shots I had prepared earlier. These were no ordinary shots. I had stopped by a friend at the gym who hooked me up with a little chemical assistance for the evening. The pink shots, for the ladies, contained Raspberry Jello, Vodka, and a half dose of GHB. Just a little to get them in the mood. The Blue shot for Rich had half a Viagra pill, and a half dose of GHB. Since the shots are swallowed whole, they shouldn't taste the surprises, and the additives should leave them ready, willing and able.

I headed back out poolside, shots in hand and passed them around. We drank a toast to regular evenings without the kids, and downed our shots. The clock was ticking.

"We should all go in the hot-tub," Abby finally announced, "It's such a beautiful night. And so quiet for once." My wife was a huge fan of the hot-tub. We went in all the time, and she often invited her friends over for a dip. I had been counting on that.

Krista was ready with her prepared response. "That sounds nice, my legs are aching. I think I overdid it in the gym."

Rich, as usual, was eager to find fault with his beautiful wife. "I bought you those personal training sessions. If you'd just call and make the appointments, you wouldn't have to worry about working out wrong, and maybe you could get in shape."

I don't know what kind of shape he was thinking of; as far as I was concerned she was bordering on perfection.

"I'm going to turn the spa on. We'll be going in sooner or later." I told them, excusing myself to turn on the spa and set the temperature. I also turned on the lights inside the pool, and turned off the lights inside the hot-tub, making it just a little more private once we were in.

Krista and Abby wandered inside as I returned to the table, working on my Opus X. I'd given Rich a decent enough Partagas Corona, not wanting to waste one of my few real good cigars on a guy who couldn't tell a Cohiba from a Camel.

"Krista won't want to go in. She'd die before she'd be caught in a hot-tub. She never goes in at home. Hell, she hardly goes in the pool at all. I'll be damned if I know why I built the damn thing," Rich lamented.

"Abby's the opposite. She probably soaks in the hot-tub at least 5 times a week. And you've heard her say it, her birthday suit is her favorite outfit. She wears it for swimming and house-cleaning. I kept having to remind her to shut the shades until I finally had to put up the solar screens on the front of the house just for privacy." I laughed.

"Damn. I wish. Krista's never naked," Rich said, regretfully. "She won't even let me in the bathroom when she's in there. I probably haven't seen her completely nude 5 times in the last year."

I almost wanted to say I'd seen her naked that many times in the last week. But the timing wasn't quite right, yet.

"Well, she might surprise you." I told him, offering him another shot, this one only half-strength and undoctored. I didn't want them to get too drunk; not a good combination with the G.

The girls surprised both of us. They walked out of the house wearing robes, and carrying a stack of towels, and then insisted we turn our backs to them. As soon as we were facing away from the spa, they both climbed in and invited us to join them.

"I don't have a bathing suit," Rich said.

"Neither do we." Abby laughed. "Come on, we won't peak. Much." Krista giggled along with her. "And bring our drinks."

I took my time, transferring the drinks to the area around the hot-tub, and turning off the light over the patio. I brought the outdoor cordless phone over, and I even brought over the Butane lighter in case my cigar went out. Only then did I step to the side of the hot-tub. Rich was already in, and from the soggy state of his underwear, I guessed he'd worn them into the water, and only removed them afterward. I, on the other hand, cheeky bastard that I am, casually undressed, taking off my boxers just before I stepped over the ledge into the spa. Right in front of the controller, and right between the two naked ladies.

"Alex!" Krista exclaimed in false shock.

"What? Everyone else is naked, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, but you could have given us a chance to look away!" She blurted.

"Oh, I don't mind." I teased, easing back into the water.

It's worth noting that my spa is raised about 18 inches over the level of the pool. It makes it easier to get in and out of, and leaves a nice water feature as the water spills over the ledge of the spa into the pool, when the filter is on. It also makes the interior very dark. The yard has a good bit of lighting, from inside the pool, and from the landscape lighting, but all of it at or near ground level, and on a moonless night, it can be pitch black inside the spa, while the whole area around you is lit up.

The girls broke back into conversation about the goings-on up at the school, as I asked Rich how things were going with this new real estate gig. During a lull in the conversation I asked if I should turn on the bubbles.

Abby started pointing out where all the jets were, as if we couldn't tell, with the hot water jetting out of them, and as we adjusted in the water, I reached over to the controller, and accidentally turned on the underwater light instead, giving everyone a quick view of all the nakedness in the water, before turning on the bubble jets and turning off the light again.

"Alex! I can't believe you!" Abby chastened me.

"It was an accident, really. You know I always sit in that corner over there. I'm not so good working the controller left-handed." And if you believe that, I've got some nice Kansas ocean front land for you.

Krista and I had a goal. Get our spouses worked up. Under cover of the darkness, we were to reach underwater and see what we could do to get them feeling good and randy. We were five minutes into that plan, and the conversation had taken a decidedly quieter and more teasing turn, when stage two kicked in.

The phone rang. I picked it up, looking at the caller ID, and answered it. "Hello?"

"Ok, just a minute." I passed the phone to Krista, while my other hand stroked the inside of my wife's thigh. "It's for you."

Krista took the phone, and listened to the message. "All right. You know I'm not happy about this. I'll be right over." She hung up the phone and passed it back to me. "Crap. Nicholas left his contact case and head-gear at home. He won't have it for the entire weekend. I have to bring it to him."

Rich griped, "But that's at least 15 minutes away!"

"I know, but what can I do?" She answered.

"You're in no shape to drive," Abby said. "Why don't you deliver it, Alex? You're the only one completely sober here."

"I don't mind. Where is this place?" I asked.

"If you've never been there, you'll never find it in the dark. I better go with you. We can drive over to our place, pick the stuff up, and be back in half-an-hour. I'm sorry to be so much trouble." Krista said.

"No. It's alright," I told her. "Let's just get this over with."

With that I climbed out of the spa, and wrapped a towel around my waist. I then held up Krista's heavy Turkish robe, and turned my head as she settled into it.

She and I walked into the house to get ready to go. She'd done her changing in our bedroom, so we both went there. "It's going perfect," she said, going over to the window and peeking out the side of the blinds into the pool area. I turned to my laptop, entered the password, exposing a grainy, black and white close up of our spouses in the hot-tub.

Krista looked over my shoulder. "What's that?"

"CCD, low-light, and infrared camera with PTZ, pan, tilt and zoom." I adjusted the picture, switching from infrared to low-light, and getting a dark but pretty visible shot of our spouses chatting amiably, only a foot or so apart.

"They're looking pretty chummy," Krista noted.

I turned to her, and dropped my towel, opening her robe.

"Alex, they're waiting for us to leave," she cautioned me, as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of my rampant hard-on.

"They'll expect us to take a couple of minutes to get ready, since we both need to use this room," I told her, easing my cock between her lips, while I watched the action on the laptop.

Krista sucked nicely, while we both watched the show from the yard. A couple of times you could see Rich looking towards the house, and then we saw Abby climb half-way out of the spa, and bending over the controller, her breasts dangling nicely just a few inches away from Rich. She turned off the bubbles, and settled back into the water.

I pulled Krista off of my cock, and told her to quick throw something on. I yanked on a pair of sweats and t-shirt, set the cameras on record, and logged out. Krista pulled on her pants, no panties, and shirt, no bra. We left the house via the garage, and I shouted over the fence that we were leaving, back in half-an-hour.

We drove to Krista's place, where we parked the truck, and went inside. Within moments I had her naked below the waist, and bent over the back of the couch.

"Feeling a little horny, Alex?" She asked, wiggling her sweet, tight butt at me.

I reached up into her sopping slit, and laughed. "I guess I'm not the only one," I told her, and then slid my cock into her giving a relieved sigh. "Damn, I needed that."

"Mmm, Hmmm," She moaned her agreement, pushing back to meet my thrusts. "God, I can't believe how drunk I'm feeling, I only had a couple of glasses of wine and that Jello shooter." She giggled. "I'm feeling tingly all over."

"Let's hope they're feeling the same," I told her, stroking in and out of her warm, sweet, pussy.

"Do you really think anything will go on?" She asked me, accepting my thrusting eagerly.

"They're naked, drunk and alone. I left Abby hot as a firecracker, I'm guessing you did the same?" I asked, lifting one of her legs up the length of the back of the couch, and opening her up wider.

"He was as hard as a rock, when I left that spa," she said.

"Then I'd say everything was running in our favor." I fucked her fast, wondering what was happening in our hot-tub at home. She moaned under me. That and the squishy slapping of our bodies together was all you could hear. I pulled out of my pretty little plaything, and laid down in the middle of her living room floor. She smiled at me, and then grabbed the phone off the wall before settling over my waist and lowering herself onto my waiting staff.

"Donna? Yeah, thanks. The call timing was perfect." She told her partner in slavery while she rode me steadily.

"I wish you were here now," she said into the phone. "He's really worked up and I sure could use the help," she giggled. "Mmm, hmm. Yep, well thanks, you don't have to call again." She hung up and worked a little more diligently at the task ahead of her, or inside of her, depending how you wanted to look at it.

She was beautiful, leaning over me, her shirt tousled, open at the neck. Her pretty face had such a look of fierce concentration, as if this job of riding my cock was the most important thing in the world. A series of tiny little grunts escaped her on the downstroke, as I bottomed out inside of her. She leaned over, resting on her outstretched arms, and rocking back onto my cock more insistently.

"Come in me, Alex. Make that big cock explode for me." She whispered, doing her damndest to ensure just that.

I grabbed her hips and fucked into her wildly, driving myself closer and closer to that peak.

"That's it, fuck me hard. Take me. Own me." She murmured, surrendering to my need.

I granted her wish, pummeling her pussy, until the urge was just too much. "FUCK!" I cried out, pouring myself into her, over and over again.

She collapsed against me, stretched out chest to chest, her head nestled in my neck. "God, that's so incredible. I can never get enough of that feeling, when I can feel you painting my insides, each burst from your cock creating little shocks all through my system. It's so wild."

Once my breath settled, I stood and put on my shorts, passing Krista her pants. "Shall we?" I asked.

"How long's it been?" she asked as she ran into the laundry room to grab some panties before pulling her pants back on.

"Barely 10 minutes." I told her.

"Great." She put her hand in mine and we walked back down the street to the front of my house.

"You know the story?" I asked her.

"Sure. I called back when I couldn't find the stuff. He had it all along. It was in the side pocket of his backpack." She repeated.

"Perfect." I told her, opening the front door. "Hello?" I asked softly to make sure the house was still empty. We walked to the rear wall of the family room and peaked out. It looked like they were still in the spa. We eased over to the Master bedroom, not turning on any lights, and I logged in, watching the camera output. With the keyboard, I zoomed in a bit more.

"Bingo." I announced.

"What?" Krista asked, looking over my shoulder.

I leaned back and let her see. Rich's hands were clearly on Abby's chest. And it looked an awful lot like her hand was in his lap.

"Oh my God!" Krista gasped. "Somehow I didn't believe they'd actually do anything."

"Oh, they're doing something all right," I laughed as I started to undress again. I encouraged Krista to do the same. As we watched, Abby leaned way back, and Rich leaned over and placed his mouth over the nipple of her left tit.

"Jesus! That bastard!" Krista growled as she stripped back down to nothing. I pulled her face back onto my cock, which had gotten hard once more. She sucked me slowly and thoughtfully, while Rich spent a couple of minutes man-handling and suckling at Abby's incredible tits. Then we saw her lean over and say something to him. He leaned back from her, and she leaned forward, and we could see her hands moving up and down in the water.

Krista sucked more aggressively as Abby worked on Rich. I saw he was talking to her, and she shook her head repeatedly, but then he crawled up and sat on the edge of the spa, and she followed, stroking him. His hand reached out to the side of her head, pulling, but she shook him off, a couple of times while he leaned over and talked. Then she leaned in and licked his little cock. Once, twice, and then lowered her face, pushing her lips down to his pubes, taking all four inches of him into her mouth, and slowly pulling back.

I pushed Krista off my cock, and tossed her the robe. "Now, now!" I told her, wrapping a towel around my waist, ignoring the obvious tenting for the moment.

We eased the back door open and stepped out into the yard, to see my wife's face buried in the lap of my little slave's naughty husband. Rich's head was thrown back as he enjoyed his first blowjob in years. Neither one noticed us until we were almost upon them.

Rich's head came forward and he looked up. His eyes were like saucers as he said, "Shit!" and quickly slid back into the spa. Abby was almost forcefully pushed off of him, and shuffled sideways.

"Fuck, Rich!" she whined, and then saw his look. She turned to see us stepping up to the side of the spa. She quickly slid away from Rich, and turned back to a normal position sitting in the spa.

"False alarm," Krista announced as she took off her robe, and stepped into the spa, just ahead of me. "He had the stuff all along, it was just in a side pocket. I called the camp when I couldn't find the stuff at home."

"That's great," Rich answered anxiously, "saved you a wasted trip all the way out there."

Krista made her way to the far side of Rich, and sat beside him. I made my way opposite her, sitting beside Abby.

"Everything Ok, while we were gone?" I asked. I looked over to see Krista reach down between Rich's legs, doing nothing to hide the fact, and stroking his erection. She whispered in his ear, and he turned bright red.

"Sure. Everything was fine." Abby answered quickly.

"Great," I told her, my hand on the back of her neck, my thumb idly caressing the edge of her jaw. "I wouldn't want anything to mess up such a nice evening." I let my hand slide along the side of her face, and my thumb caressed her bottom lip. Then I slid it between her lips, brushing against her teeth, and she sucked on it cautiously. Her eyes looked fearful.

I leaned forward and whispered to her, "Should we leave? So you guys can finish up?"

She sniffled, and I heard her barely croak out a "no".

"Man, he really was into your tits, though I can't blame him," I continued, reaching out and cupping her breasts, right at the waters edge.

"I'm... I'm sorry," she said softly, her head inclined, speaking to the water.

I turned and spoke across the hot-tub. "No, really. I'd like to see you guys finish. Not behind my back, but right here in front of us. Wouldn't you like to see that Krista?"

Krista didn't answer.

"Come on. I know you, Rich, would love to finish up. Wouldn't you?" I teased, my hand still squeezing Abby's breasts. I turned her to face them, and sidled up behind her, reaching my hands around and fondling her tits, bringing them right up to the top of the water, more than half-exposed.

Rich looked worried. He looked at his wife, than at me and at Abby. "Maybe we should go," he mumbled, standing up to get out of the spa.

His wife pushed back at him, causing him to sit down on the side of the spa. She climbed up beside him, one arm around him, one hand in his lap. She was completely exposed. "I'd like to see it," she said in a scary, calm voice.

"See baby," I told my wife of 14 years. "We all would love to see you finish what you started." I urged her forward, closer to our neighbors. Krista was pulling at Rich's legs, separating them, making room for my wife to take up position.

I whispered to her again, "Blow his mind, she's never given him a BJ, do it."

Abby leaned over and as she reached out to touch Rich's member, Krista pulled her hand away. Abby stroked him slowly at first, and then finally she leaned in and took him in her mouth. She sucked his little cock tentatively at first, and then more and more aggressively. And all the while, Krista spoke to him.

"You like that? You like that strange mouth sucking your cock. Taking that whole dirty cock of yours in her nasty mouth. You'd like me to do that wouldn't you? You want me to let you poke your dick in my mouth. That and in my butt, too, right? She takes it in her dirty little ass. I bet she'd let you fuck her there. In her filthy tight little butt-hole. Is that why you had to have her? Because I wouldn't suck you? Because I wouldn't let you stick that prick of yours in my butt? Is that why? She doesn't mind though, does she. She likes it that way. She likes to have a cock in her mouth. Slut." Krista's monologue was spoken softly, and almost without feeling.

I on the other hand had more pressing needs. I lifted upwards on Abby hips, raising her up in the water, and then put the head of my very stiff cock, at the entrance to her pussy, and in spite of the water, slowly worked my way into her. Within a minute she was fully skewered at both ends, my cock buried inside her tight twat, and her mouth engulfing the entirety of Rich's meat. I reached over and turned on the spa light, and I could enjoy the view of my staff sliding inside of her, while she tried to finish Rich.

Krista slid into the water, beside Abby, and reached around and under her, filling her hands with Abby's sensitive tits. "How about these tits, Rich? Pretty incredible, huh? I bet you liked sucking on them. The real thing, too. Big and juicy. Did her nipples get hard? Real hard? Did you want to fuck these tits? I bet she'd do that too. I don't think there's anything the little slut wouldn't do."

Rich was gasping and the combination of blowjob and dialog were too much. He reached forward and grabbed Abby's head and pulled it into his lap as he cried out and came. As soon as he released her, she pulled her head up gasping and cried out in her own orgasm, pushing back onto my cock and reaching up to squeeze at Krista's hands, on her tits. I kept going, fucking her hard, the water splashing around us, as Rich and Krista watched me finish her, bringing her quickly to the brink of orgasm again, and pushing her over, as I came inside of her.

Rich slid into the water, and I released Abby's hips, guiding her to sit down beside him. I then took Krista's hand in mine, and pulled her to the opposite side, the four foot gulf between us and our spouses a virtual chasm. I pulled her into my lap as I sat, and I whispered to her, "You were great. That went even better than I'd hoped."

"I don't know," she mumbled. "The bastard certainly went along easy enough," her words were spoken softly but probably could be heard across the way.

"Yeah, but they owe us now. Big time." I teased. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and stood up, letting her stand beside me, her gorgeous breasts exposed to the whole world, or at least the three of us with her. I reached out for Abby, who gave me her hand, and I pulled her to her feet, as I climbed out of the spa.

"I'm becoming a prune," I told everybody present, "and it's getting late. I hope you won't think me a spoil-sport if I call it a night. You all can stay up if you like."

"No," Krista answered quickly, "I think we need to be going anyway, but thanks for having us over."

"No problem, I'm glad you came. You had a good time Rich?" I asked him.

"Uhh," was all his short-circuited brain could manage.

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They dressed, while we cleaned up after the visit. I walked them over to their house, to pick up my truck. Not a word was spoken on the whole walk. I didn't linger, I just got in my vehicle and drove home. Abby was sitting in the living room dressed in her 'fuck-me' teddy, sitting facing the turned off TV. I locked up and reached out my hand to her as I walked past towards our bedroom. She stood and placed her hand in mine, following docilely.

I left her at the foot of the bed, while I undressed. Then I stretched out in the middle of the bed, and beckoned with my finger. She crawled up between my legs, and proceeded to do for me what she'd just done for our neighbor of 6 years. While she brought me back to life, and continued down that path of pleasure I talked to her softly.

"How long?" I asked.

She choked and pulled up. "It was the first time."

"Right." I answered.

"No, really. I've never done anything like that." She argued.

I reached for her and pulled her face back down into my lap. She accepted the direction and once again did her best to swallow me.

"Who else?" I asked.

She took it easier this time, pulling off and answering softly. "Nobody."

"Nobody? Since we were married? No fucking, no sucking, no kissing? Nothing?" I asked her.

"No." She hesitated. "There was Ken at FMA, but it never went beyond him kissing me, I swear." She eagerly engulfed my cock again, her mouth stretching wide.

"He never touched your breasts, never reached inside your panties. You never came for him? You never helped him come?" I continued my interrogation.

"We never had sex." She said briefly, before continuing to suck me. I didn't answer and eventually she back off. I could see tears in her eyes. "I gave him a few hand-jobs, that was all." She waited for my reaction.

I wiggled my hips upward, and she took the hint and went back to work.

"Never again." I told her. "Never behind my back." I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth harder, bouncing off the back of her throat. "If you need to be with someone else we can talk about it. I can share. I don't like it, but I can do that. But no more hiding." I warned her. "I hope Krista and Rich survive this, she didn't look pleased."

I let her suck me closer and closer. "You enjoyed being a little slut out there didn't you? Giving Rich his first blowjob, in front of his wife, no less. Getting fucked at both ends. Making two men come hard for you. You liked being our slut, I could tell." She was sucking me like a $2.00 whore, her hand and mouth moving a mile a minute. "You should have let him take your ass, right there. You would have owned him for life. And Krista would have crumbled at your feet. Everything he'd ever dreamed of and couldn't get at home."

Abby pulled her face off my cock, gasping. She scrambled up my body and straddled me lowering herself onto my thick prick. She eased my cock into her, gasping and then she leaned back, spreading her legs wide, and showing me my cock was in her tight little ass, not in her pussy. "Like this? Take his little cock up my ass? Should I have done that? Maybe I could have you fill my other hole at the same time." She sat up and started butt-fucking herself on me.

She continued, "I should go over there right now, and make him fuck me in the butt, after you've got me all stretched out. I wouldn't even feel him. And make his little priss of a wife watch."

I pushed her off, and put her on her hands and knees, entering her ass again from behind. I was so hot, I knew I couldn't last much longer as I pounded away at her. "Never without me. Never behind my back." I fucked her ass like a pussy, leaving her moaning as she rubbed herself. I came for her, and smiled at the thought she'd gotten a load in all three openings that night. Maybe she could be my little slut.

As I pulled off and laid back down, I reminded her. "Never again. And you owe me. Two."

"But Ken wasn't really..." she started in, and I interrupted her.

"Uh-uh. Two. You're lucky I don't charge 2 for 1 for going behind my back." I pulled her up onto my body. "Get me hard, I'm not done with you yet." She reached down and cautiously took me back in her mouth, after having her ass used so well. "That's right. You can be a little slut. A wild little slut. But you have to be my slut." I told her.

"Only your slut. To use as you want." She answered before taking me back in her mouth. It wasn't long before she was riding me again, back in the front hole this time.

"God you were hot, getting fucked front and rear." I told her, while we screwed away. "Did you like getting two cocks like that?"

"It was the nastiest thing I ever did," she confessed.

"And you liked it?" I asked her again.

"I loved it."

"You looked like you liked Krista fondling those tits of yours." I teased.

"I loved that she was playing with me, while I was sucking off her husband, right in front of her, knowing he'd never, ever forget that moment. And neither would she." She told me.

"But you liked her touch too, didn't you." I asked again.

"Yes. Yes. I wish she had to lick me while you and her husband both used me. Everybody's fuck toy." She gasped, fucking me hard.

"Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that." I told her, and relaxed, letting her work her passions out on my cock, bringing me to one last climax that night.

I couldn't help but think things had worked out perfectly. I had to wonder how it was going with Rich.

Chapter 07: Hard Lessons

Abby was quite considerate in the morning, letting me sleep in, and preparing breakfast while I was in the shower.

While lathering I took inventory of my new situation.

Krista was still my fuck toy, but I'd lost a lot of leverage. I still had some. Although Rich was currently in the doghouse, if he found out that his wife had been fucking me well before our little party, or that he'd been set up, he probably wouldn't take it all that well. And there still was the societal pressure - photos to friend and family that would be embarrassing as hell.

With Donna I still had my leverage, but by bringing her into the equation, and letting her know a bit of what we were up to, she had acquired some counter-leverage. If she thought to apply it. I was still convinced she'd be obedient, if a little recalcitrant, as was her nature. I wanted to reinforce the situation, and soon, with that one.

Abby was now under control. I'd caught her in a bad position, and confronted her with it. I should be able to play that up, and it was looking likely that she was a little wilder and more willing to play outside the marriage than I'd ever dreamed. More testing there was needed as well.

Rich was in the doghouse, and I was dying to hear from Krista just what had happened afterwards. He'd also been given a taste of the good life, and I imagined that I could use that to wheedle more out of him if needed. I had to keep Krista from fulfilling any of his desires, to make the possibility of Abby repeating her attention a huge temptation, yet just out of his reach.

My wife worked four days a week, with Tuesdays off, and half-days on Saturday. I knew she'd have to head in to the office by noon. Rich was in real-estate, working for a builder, and also worked Saturdays, so seeing Krista would be no problem. I was dying to get the scoop.

While I ate breakfast, Abby sat across from me, nibbling on a rice cake. We were pretty quiet.

"I don't know what came over me," she finally blurted. "Are you angry?" She looked on the verge of tears.

I felt a tiny bit sorry for manipulating her. For about a full second.

"Not angry, no. Just a little disappointed and a lot surprised. I didn't think that Rich was your type. And even if he was, I'd never have guessed that you'd act on it. Right under my nose." I told her between bites of my eggs.

"He's not. Not at all! I mean he's not bad to look at, but he's a pig, and mean as shit to Krista. But when you left I was so damn horny, and when he reached out and touched my breasts, it was like I lost all sense of right from wrong."

"It didn't take you long, I don't think we were gone 10 minutes, and I came back to find your face lodged in his lap." I told her.

"It was just a hand job!" She whined, defensively. "He was begging for it, and it seemed harmless enough. Then the more he whined and begged, well, I was disgusted, yet I still wanted to see what it was like to be his first, to swallow that whole weenie of his, to make him want me so bad he could taste it. When I sat in front of him, his dick hard, and poking up like that, I just new I could take the whole thing in my mouth without any trouble. It just seemed to make sense. Today it just seems so crazy, like a dream. Like it happened to somebody else."

"Do you want to do him again?" I asked her, as I tucked away the last of my breakfast.

"God no! What I said last night about letting him do me, it just seems crazy. The thought almost makes me want to throw up. I don't want his thing in me. Never." She was most adamant.

"Ok," I said as I cleared my place. She took the plates from me and rinsed them, loading the dishwasher. I sat back down and watched her. She hadn't cleaned up for work yet, and I knew she had to start getting ready soon if she didn't want to be late. But she was still lingering there, looking torn.

"Are you..., I mean do you..., uh, are you going to do Krista?" She blurted, not even facing me.

"Should I?" I asked in response.

"I swear I'll never do anything like that again. I'm so sorry." Her eyes were welling up now, and she was on the verge of losing it.

"I'm sure you're sorry now. Since you got caught. If we'd been gone 30 minutes I wonder how sorry you'd be." I told her.

"Really. I'm just sick about it. Please believe me." She was standing nearby, and I think she wanted to come to me but was still hesitant.

I stood and reached for her and she fell into my arms sobbing. "God, I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me. I swear I'll make it up to you. Don't go crazy about this. We've got 15 years and Maddy to think of." She was gasping through her tears.

"I've just got to come to terms with it. I don't know how I feel," I told her.

"If you need to do something, don't hide it from me. Please. I'll... I'll go along. I'll help if you want. Just don't make things worse, please, please. You know there's nothing I won't do for you. Nothing she could do for you that I won't do better."

It was so strange to hear her like this. She was a woman that saw the world in black and white. Now that she'd stepped across the line, everything looked to be taking on shades of grey for her.

I stroked her hair, calming her. "I know you have to get ready; go ahead. We can talk about things later tonight."

She left me reluctantly and headed back to the bedroom. I needed to speed things up. I had to pick up our daughter before three, and there were a few things I wanted to do before then.

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I sat in Krista's kitchen, sipping a beer, while she told me about her evening after leaving us.

"I gave him the cold shoulder. I made him sleep in the boy's room. This morning, he came down early and tried to make up, but I wasn't about to let the bastard off the hook. It was pretty easy to act mad - I was furious. I didn't think he'd really do it." She told me.

"Did you confront him being a cheater?" I asked her, contemplating taking her back to the bedroom for a little play in a few moments.

"Absolutely. I told him I knew there were others, but to do what he did in front of me was the last straw. He denied it at first, but I just kept throwing in his face all the late evenings, and the women he worked with. and he finally admitted fucking that cow of an assistant of his two years ago. He claimed it was just once. He was all apologetic, then he tried to blame it on me for not satisfying him. I told him he'd be lucky to ever be allowed to touch me again. When he left he was all in a huff. How about you?"

I gave her the 5 minute recap of my dealings with Abby, including her asking me if I was going to do Krista. We laughed at that for a bit.

"Is there something wrong," she asked me, giving me an odd little look.

"Why?"

"In the last two months, you couldn't be alone with me for two minutes without sticking that monster cock of yours in me somewhere. Is something the matter?" She seemed genuinely worried.

"I don't know. I'm sitting here, hard for you, and thinking about taking you back into your bed for an hour or so, but at the same time, I feel kind of odd. I'm almost tempted to wait to fuck you until Abby can be here." I confessed.

Her eyes were like saucers. "Really?"

"Almost," I told her smiling. Then I stood and went to her, peeling her shirt off. "You look so much better like that. Take off the rest."

While I was fucking my hot little minx, I had to ask her what she thought of Abby getting double-teamed in the hot-tub. "Ever have any fantasies like that?" I asked her.

She hesitated. "Maybe."

"I bet you were thinking about it last night," I teased her, while she lay under me, legs spread deliciously wide.

"Maybe. But not with Rich. I wouldn't give him the pleasure." She admitted, while we screwed away like old lovers. She was quiet for a bit. "It was pretty hot. I was so damn horny when I left your place last night, I considered going back for a little dose of my own."

"I was thinking of it as punishment for him. Imagine if you were to do both of us, but you only let him in where he was used to, while I got to enjoy one, or both, of your other openings, while he had to see it. He would be crushed." I fucked her a little harder, the thought of cuckolding him getting me even more worked up.

"I hadn't thought of that," she giggled. "It would kill him to see me suck you, even if he was screwing me. Or if he had to watch your fat cock plundering my poor little bottom, and you made me come like you alway do, that would be a suitable punishment for fucking behind my back, don't you think?" She ground up into me, while I pounded her, her words a little more broken up as she spoke.

"You know I can't remember the last time I came while he was screwing me. On the rare occasion that he can get me off, it takes him a long time of parking his face down there. He doesn't seem to mind it much, he loves to eat me."

She never talked about her love life, and this was as open as she ever got.

She giggled again. "You know, he thinks that now that I'm shaved down there, I get so much more excited when he goes down on me, because I'm so wet. I'm so tempted to tell him it's your come he's chowing down on, not mine. I only let him go down on me now if you've been over that day." She was giggling almost uncontrollably, and I realized just how vindictive a little wench she was. "He loves the way you taste. He just doesn't know it."

"You're rotten," I told her, teasingly.

"Really? You always tell me I'm so sweet," She feigned innocence.

"So I was wrong. Now shut up and fuck me, so I can leave your husband a little gift in case you decide to make up with him tonight." I told her, pounding her hard.

She just smiled and pulled her legs back, opening herself up to me even more, until I could fulfill my commitment. Happily.

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That evening I avoided my wife, putting in some extra hours in my office, getting caught up on administrivia, and writing a presentation I'd been putting off. Since I work at home, and my company HQ is two time zones away, I tend to work shifted hours, rarely starting before 10:00, but often working until 7:00 pm. I also often went to bed later, well after midnight, and nights that I was working after 11:00 pm, Abby usually went to bed before me.

I didn't come downstairs until almost midnight, but Abby had stayed up. When I came to bed, she turned off the TV she'd been watching, and tried cuddling up to me. I started a bit standoffish, letting her try to ingratiate herself to me.

"Krista said you came over today." She told me, dropping a small bomb.

"Yep." I answered non-committaly.

"Any special reason?" She asked, her hand down below my waist, gently stroking me.

"I wanted to see how things had ended up with her and Rich," I told her, which was true, if only a partial truth. "I'm kind of surprised you had the nerve to call her."

"It was hard," she admitted. "But I wanted to apologize for last night, and assure her it was a one-time mistake. I told her I wanted to stay friends, but I could understand if there were issues."

"So how did that go?" I asked her, slowly responding to her hands actions.

"Much better than I'd hoped. She doesn't seem to blame me much, but she's really pissed at him." She peeled back the covers, and slid down the bed to continue working on me, with more than just her hand.

"I know. She said that once she confronted him he admitted to cheating on her before," I told her, while she planted some small kisses down below.

"Really? She didn't tell me that. Though it doesn't surprise me." Then her mouth was too full to speak.

"Yeah. He slept on the couch last night. She even told me she'd considered coming back over here without him last night, for revenge."

Abby almost choked at that, and pulled back for a second. "It would serve him right."

"I didn't say that. Didn't want to encourage any thoughts down that path. It's bad enough one of us is cheating." I told her, while she resumed the sucking.

She seemed to be thinking hard, while she sucked me. I didn't talk, waiting to see how she'd eventually respond.

After a couple of minutes, Abby climbed up and mounted me. "It was just a mistake, Alex. A mistake. I'm not cheating on you. I made one stupid mistake."

I didn't say anything, as she slowly rocked back and forth a while.

"Two mistakes," I finally reminded her.

She didn't answer at first, although she kept up the fucking. Then she dropped another bomb, "It wouldn't be cheating anyway, if I was here when she came over."

I reached down and held her hips still for a second. "Why do you want me to fuck Krista? You keep bringing it up. Do you think that will make us even? Wipe the slate clean?"

"I don't want you to fuck her. I don't want you to 'fuck' anyone but me. And I don't want to be with anyone but you. But if it happened, and I was here, that would be better than you getting even behind my back." She started on me again, bouncing a little this time, an up-and-down fucking instead of the slow rocking she'd been doing.

When I didn't answer she started in again. "I know you like her. I know you think she's pretty. You've said so yourself."

"She's not especially pretty," I denied. "She's got a nice body, but she's a little funny looking, with that space between her teeth, the bump on her nose, and if she doesn't have her makeup on, she's pretty washed out." Lies, all lies. So there were some minor imperfections, but Krista was beautiful, by all accounts.

"I've seen you check her out in her bathing suit. Don't you think I notice things like that?" She answered, screwing me nicely.

"She's attractive. She's got a great body. There I said it." I admitted, "Most of your friends are damned attractive, and you know it. And all that time in the gym isn't wasted on any of you."

"That night they were all in our hot tub, you couldn't take your eyes off of her." We had never spoken about that event, which had given me such a great opportunity in the first place.

"I was kind of in shock. Coming out and finding four naked women in my hot tub. I wouldn't be a man if I didn't look. Besides, I was curious. I'd never seen fake boobs up close, and I know that Misty and Donna's were both store bought, and I was wondering if Krista's were as well. I kept looking for marks from the surgery, but couldn't find any." I answered.

"Not for lack of looking." Abby reminded me.

"But I did manage to restrain myself, which is more than some people can say." I reminded her.

She ignored the barb. "If you could do any of those girls, if one of them could be here right now, which would it be?"

"Would you be here, too? Participating?" I asked her, holding her hips as I thrust up into her.

"Which would you prefer?" She answered softly.

"Participating." I answered.

"Ok, then with me here. Which would you want?" She insisted.

"Which would you prefer to be here with us? With you?" I asked in return.

She looked at me with a look of reproach. "With me?"

"You never know."

She was leaning over me now, her face above me, her breasts in reach. I fondled them while I thrust into her, her hips counter-thrusting. She closed her eyes, and I leaned forward and licked her nipple. Then I sucked on it.

"Krista," she finally answered.

"Me too." I told Abby, fucking her hard while she dropped down on top of me. I held her hips and screwed her like there was no tomorrow.

"Are you thinking of her now. Imagining her here on top of you, instead of me?" Abby asked, cautiously.

"No. I'm imagining finishing inside of you, and then having her eat my come out of you." I told her.

"Oh shit," she moaned, and I felt her orgasm at the thought. I was close enough that it pushed me over the edge as well.

I went to sleep wondering how much more I'd have to do, before my darling wife invited one of her best friends into our bed.

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I had only been with Donna three times. The two times I worked up the blackmail, and once more at Krista's house. She was resistant to my coming over to her place, and I was similarly disinclined to have her over at my place. Krista's was so much easier, just a few doors down, and almost invisible, walking down the alley between all the high fences. No parked cars, no prying eyes, unless someone happened to peak out their back upstairs window at just the right time.

But I wanted to fuck Donna. Alone.

The nearby lake has several parks, and one of them is almost unknown. It's hard to get too, and I'd only found it while doing some geo-caching with my daughter. I told Donna to meet me at the parking lot at the entrance, which had been empty every time I'd been there.

She was hesitant at first, but then I asked her if she'd prefer that I come over to her place. That was enough to get her to go along.

When she pulled up she rolled down her window and gave a long look around. "I've lived here all my life and didn't know this place was here," she admitted.

I already had the ramps down, and was backing my Quad ATV out of the bed of my truck. I looked over when she pulled up and watched as she stepped out of the Suburban. Donna had dressed for play. She had a short skirt on, and a light weight tattered tee. When she stepped down I could see that she was wearing plain white panties, and her boisterous nipples confirmed she was sans bra. Good girl.

I went to her and took her in my arms. She smelled good. "God, I've missed you," I told her, before pressing my lips down on hers forcefully.

"It's only been like 4 days, since we were at Krista's," she answered, blushing.

Blushing. How sweet.

I let my hand wander down under her skirt, and I cupped her mound. "Take off your panties. Leave them in the car."

She seemed to ponder it a second then she opened her door, sat on the edge of the seat and removed her panties, tucking them under the seat.

"In the future, when you're meeting me, don't wear bra or panties unless I tell you to. Understand?" I asked her, my hand cupping the back of her neck massaging the nape where hair met skin. She rolled her head in pleasure, and murmured "Mmmhmmm." Sounded like a yes to me.

I drew her by the hand over to the ATV, and I sat down and beckoned her on. She started to climb behind me.

"Not back there. Come up here. Ever driven one of these before?"

"Me? Drive it?" She asked incredulously.

"Sure." I introduced her to the BF650, one of the bigger quads out there, a little high on the HP scale for a new rider. She also balked at putting on the helmet, even if it was only an old shorty that would sit on her head, rather than encase it.

She enjoyed tooling around the open field beside the parking lot, getting a feel for the throttle and braking. She was a bit exposed, wearing a skirt as she was. At first she was constantly grabbing at it, trying to hold it down, sitting on it, trying to keep it from flapping in the wind. It was a hopeless case, and she eventually gave up. After that it was almost constantly up around her waist, leaving her completely exposed.

When I felt she had a feel for the ride, I indicated a main trail to head down. Obviously not very used, it wasn't in horrible shape, and taking it slow it was a pretty easy ride. While we rolled slowly along, I let my hands wander up under her shirt, and eventually pulled it up over her breasts, leaving her exposed both top and bottom. She gave no resistance. Far from it, she leaned into my hands while I toyed with her breasts. About a mile up the trail it opened into another clearing and I had her stop.

"That was incredible," she gushed, pulling her shirt down before taking off her helmet.

She took public exposure very well, even if nobody was around. "You did well, but I'll drive from here." I told her.

She started to get up, but I slowed her down. "Just turn around," I told her. She did, which was a little awkward, but then she was sitting in front of me, facing backwards, and straddling my lap. I was hard, from rubbing up against her, and with a yank on the side of my shorts leg, I was fully exposed.

"Stand," I told her, and she did, her eyes a glitter.

I scooted forward a bit and leaned back. "Now, sit."

She found the right position, and slowly lowered herself onto my hard-on, until I was completely buried inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my chest. I was thankful the quad was an automatic.

We took off slowly down the trail, ignoring all safety guidelines. Our helmets were strapped on back, and we were definitely not in an approved two-up riding position. Each bump in the road, bounced her on my cock. The hum and vibration of the big V-Twin passed up through my balls right into her silken insides. Who would ever have guessed that crawling along on a smooth trail would be an adventure in itself?

I stopped before long and peeled off her shirt. She argued a bit, but she acquiesced in the end. She was now naked except for that silly skirt bunched up around her waist. I leaned her back over the handle bars a bit, and stroked her a couple of times, just for fun. The skirt made a great handle for lifting her hips up and driving into her.

I pulled her back hard, settling her back on my cock, and took off down the trail some more. I found the side trail I was looking for and headed down it, a little bumpier now, until I located the clearing by the water. It had two vacant picnic tables, and a great view of the water, only about 20 yards away.

I opened the bag on the back rack, and passed her a heavy blanket. "Put it on the table," I told her, then broke out the outdoor insect spray and gave the whole area a good once over, including our makeshift bed, and the surrounding area.

She was waiting for me, sitting on the table top, knees primly together and tilted to one side, her skirt back in place. Topless, her very nice breasts almost screamed out for attention. As I approached, she leaned back a bit, lowering one leg, and opening up a partial view up her skirt.

"So what did you have in mind?" she asked, as if she didn't know.

I sat beside her, and then carefully eased her back until we were lying side by side. My lips sought out hers, and I enjoyed kissing her, really kissing her, for the first time. I took my time, in no hurry to pound her pussy, which was definitely where we here heading.

I broke off the kiss and lost the shorts. Then I leaned back and waited for her to go to work.

"So it's like that?" She asked.

"Like what?" I answered smiling.

"Just suck you off. No preliminaries, no foreplay." She said. But she already knew the answer.

"Are we dating now?" I asked, amusedly.

"You could be nicer about this," she griped.

"Maybe. But I could also be a whole lot nastier about it. Now suck me." I told her, with an edge to my voice.

She did as I asked, but with less enthusiasm then I'd hoped for. "You can do better than that," I urged her, "or do I need to have a talk with Dave about your technique, or lack thereof?"

She didn't take the comment well. She pulled off of my cock, and held it in her hand. "When did you become such a dick?"

Recalcitrant. Bitchy. Not what I was hoping for at all. But what I'd expected and even anticipated.

I got up and walked to the ATV. "Let me get you a beer, and we can start over." I grabbed my six pack soft cooler, which had a couple of beers, and a few "accessories" I'd had the forethought to bring along.

I popped a beer for her, and passed it to her, while she sat up. I stood directly in front of her, kissed her on the neck, and whispered, "Close your eyes."

I took the beer from her, and gave her a gentle kiss, taking her hands in mine. Once I had them together, it only took a moment for me to loop my zip-tie around them and pull it tight.

"What are you doing?" She cried out, eyes open wide, looking down at her captured hands.

My hand dipped into the bag, and came out with the duct tape. She saw it and really started to worry. "What the fuck is that for?" She asked, almost hysterical.

"Hopefully, I won't need it." I told her. "Now where were we? Oh yeah." I leaned back on the table, slowly stroking myself.

She looked both angry and nervous. I wasn't worried about a little bit of anger, I was much more concerned about compliance.

She sucked me with attitude. Which at the moment was nearly as good as passion. It didn't take her long to get me nicely worked up, and thinking about moving on.

"My hands hurt. Could you just undo this, I'll be good." She asked me nicely.

"I think I can manage that. Just a moment." I went back to the quad, and reached into the big bag, pulling out a plastic coated steel chain. "Raise your foot up for me."

"Why?" she asked nervously.

"Because you want your hands free," I told her.

She lifted up her foot slowly, and I locked a loop around her ankle, and another around the table leg. "Please, Alex, don't." I ignored her until she was well anchored, then pulled out a pair of dykes and cut her wrists loose.

She rubbed her hands, where the plastic had left a red mark. "You don't have to do this, Alex. You know I'll do what you want," she wheedled.

"Let's try that blow job again." I told her. "If you do better, I may not leave you like this when I'm done with you." I said it coldly, matter-of-factly, making sure she got the message.

When I introduced my semi-hard cock to her mouth, she was a new woman. She did her best, sucking me deeply and using her hands to her best ability. Donna had me hard as a rock shortly. I still wanted to fuck with her brain, before I did her body. I eased her onto her back, caressing her body, watching her perky little nipples wake up. I reached into my bag of tricks for another, cruel tool. I pulled out a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup. She looked at it oddly, and I squirted two dollops on her nipples.

I sucked the chocolate off, teasing and nibbling, and then mentioned casually. "Imagine what it would be like if I left you here, tied down even more securely, but covered you in this syrup, first."

She was nearly in tears. "Please, no. I'll do what you want," she assured me.

"Of course you will. That was our deal. And you wouldn't dream of backing out of our deal would you? I'd be so angry. You wouldn't like me angry." I pinched her nipples, which I'd been playing with. Pinched them hard. She squealed at first, then groaned, as I didn't release them. When I let go, she gasped in relief, but only for a second before I slapped them from the side, stingingly. I backhanded the left one, letting my nails rake across them, leaving little red trails on her skin. She reached up to cover them with her hands.

"Hands to the side. Don't move them or I'll duct tape them in place." I warned her.

She was crying now, softly. Good. I recovered her shirt, and pulled it over her head, not tightly, just leaving her in the dark.

"Just so you understand me, Donna. Bad girls are punished. You're not a bad girl, are you?"

"No," she cried softly.

"Good. And good girls, well, good girls can be rewarded. Are you a good girl, Donna?"

"Yes, I'll be good. Very good." She answered fervently.

I massaged her breasts gently, kissing them lightly. She twitched at first, then lay still. Sitting up, I let my hands move down her body, and drew little circles with my fingers around the next play area.

I massaged her mound, rubbing her pussy, letting my fingers press against her, before I finally let a finger slide into her. She took it quietly. For about five minutes. Then as I worked on her pussy more and more, I had her trembling, and pushing up against me, looking for more. Her hands wiggled, grasping the edge of the table. I could tell she wanted to move them, but she knew better. Good.

"Good girls, Donna, are allowed to come. They are made to come. But only when I let them." One hand played with her breast now, as the other toyed with her pussy.

"You are a good girl, right, Donna?" I asked her, thrusting my fingers in and out of her forcefully.

"God, yes," she whispered.

"So you'll only come when I say, correct?"

"Please," she moaned, her pussy throbbing against my fingers.

"Was that a yes?" I asked, teasing her clit more aggressively.

"YES," she gasped loudly.

I pulled my fingers out abruptly and gave her a stinging slap down there.

"OW!" She cried out.

"Not yet," I told her, massaging her mound again, before slipping a finger back in her sopping slit.

I got off the table and urged her down, bending her over the end of it. I took the shirt off her head, and had her spread her arms wide, holding onto the edge of the table again. She looked incredible, that round white ass sticking up, waiting for attention. I spread her legs a bit, and she could barely reach the ground, most of her weight on the edge of the table.

I spread her cheeks and licked her thoroughly from the vee of her butt cheeks across her tight little sphincter, through her swollen nether-lips, all the way to her peek-a-boo clit. Up and down I licked her, nibbling that clit, tongue fucking her, and poking away at her tight little butt hole.

She was hot as West Texas asphalt, and moaned continuously, her legs trembling.

"Can I come, Alex? Can I come," she was gasping, pushing back against my tongue. "Please, let me come."

I backed away and gave her ass a hard firm slap, I believe you could have heard back at the parking lot.

"Ahhh," she cried out, almost climbing up the table.

"Soon, my sweet, but not yet. Not quite yet." With that I introduced the head of my still swollen cock to her moist valley, and slowly entered her, until I bottomed out. She grunted at the intrusion, but it didn't sound like she was complaining.

"God, you have a sweet pussy. So tight. How often does your husband tap this thing, and don't lie to me."

"Maybe once a week, maybe three times a month, I don't know exactly. He'd like it more," she admitted.

"You're holding out on him?" I asked her, while slowly stroking in and out.

"He's so weird. He comes down from a late night 'work' session in his office with a hard-on and expects me to do him right then and there. I'm not sure I like where those hard-ons came from." She was the opposite of Krista, very open about all this.

"Morning sex?" I asked her.

"Please. He's gone most of the time before I even get up. He's got to hit the gym by 6:00 am. I don't get up until after 9:00 usually. Although I guess that will have to change if we ever have kids." She grunted while I fucked her.

"Anytime soon? Kids I mean?" She felt wonderful. The cool breeze off the water, the warm sun beating down on us, the heat of her tight little twat enveloping my stiff rod.

"We're trying. Nearly two years now." She said. "I've seen a doctor. It's not me."

"Three times a month wouldn't give great odds." I told her, pounding her a little more forcefully. I was starting to get more than a little distracted from the conversation.

"It used to be more than that. A lot more than that. Until maybe a year ago." She gasped.

I couldn't talk anymore, I wanted to just fuck her cute little brains out. The height was very good for me. I could just slam away with my hips, without wearing out my legs.

I pulled out of her abruptly. "Sit up and wave to your admirers," I told her.

She looked up sharply and saw that a bass boat was trolling along about 10 feet off the shore and the guys were watching our interplay eagerly.

"Go ahead wave, then turn over on your back." I ordered her.

She was red as could be but she obeyed, sitting up, covering her breasts with one arm, while she waved a quick princess wave with the other. Then she was lying down, hiding most of her God-given treasures from her new admirers.

I nudged her further up the table, then pushed her legs back until the chain was pretty close to it's limits, and took her again. "Rub yourself for me. You're going to come when I do."

She had a breast in one hand, and the other rubbing circles at the top of her pussy.

"You need any help with that?" One of our voyeurs shouted out.

"Please no, please no, please no. Not them, not now," she moaned to me.

The idea was tempting. But that was a lesson best saved for a more opportune time. I had to be getting out of there soon, obligations, you know. Add two more men to the fray would probably delay us at least an hour.

"Not today guys. Maybe some other time." I shouted to them before I lifted her legs and pounded her harder and harder. It was a little hard on my knees, but worth it.

"Thank you, Alex, thank you. I'm so sorry I was bitchy earlier. Thank you." She was almost crying her relief, and her hand was working a mile a minute down below.

I was glad to see that she took it for granted that I might have said yes.

"I'm close baby, I'm close. You're gonna come for me," I told her, breathing hard, the sweat dripping off of me.

"Come in me, Alex, come in me hard, do it." She said it fiercely.

It was only a couple more strokes before I was ready. "Fuck," I gasped, thrusting hard, burying my cock in her 20-something snatch, and blowing my wad.

She screamed out, her legs kicking free and pulling me deeper, her heels on my ass. "YES, YES, YES!" She cried out, coming hard.

I filled her sweet pussy to the brim, squirting shot after shot of my juices into the back of her tight little chamber. When done, I pulled out and stood beside the table. She stayed on her back, holding her hips high, and crossing her ankles above her. "Was I good enough for you to take me with you?" She asked, giving her ankle chain a jingle.

"Why don't we ask our friends if I should take you with me or not?" I teased.

"Shit. They couldn't handle this." She smiled at me. But I could tell she was still a bit nervous, so completely out of control.

I unsnapped the chain off the table, then off of her leg. She breathed a sigh of relief.

She eased off the table top, closed her legs tightly, and sat on the bench.

"Clean me," I told her, waving my sticky cock in front of her face.

She looked up at me, then looked over at our watchers, who were passing a pair of binoculars back and forth between them. She grinned and gave me the sexiest, most salacious cleaning I could hope for, licking me clean and sucking every drop out of my softening cock. She was well on the way to getting me hard again, when I pulled away, painfully aware that I was running short on time.

"That was nice, sweetness," I told her, caressing her hair.

"It was. Thank you." She answered with a smile.

I got dressed, pulling my shorts back on, and she put her shirt back on and straightened out her skirt, which had somehow made it through the whole affair. I folded the blanket on the front of the ATV seat and let her sit on it, in front of me again. This time facing forward.

"Go ahead, you can drive," I encouraged her.

She surprised me once more. She pulled her shirt completely off, and passed it to me. "Hold this a second," she asked. Then she put on her helmet, and turned the quad around. Sweet little Donna drove down to the shore, and paralleled it, now only 20 feet or so from the men in the boat. As we slowly cruised past, she called back to me, "Play with my tits."

As I did, she waved to her admirers, then drove slowly back to the trail. As she turned onto the main trail, she asked for her shirt. I was tempted to hold out until we got to the parking lot, but I figured she'd been a pretty good girl except for that one little moment, and she'd cleaned up her act after that.

We made it to the cars uneventfully, but I was a little surprised to see another vehicle with a dirt-bike trailer parked beside us. I'd never heard them tooling around the trails, they must have gone a different direction. Luckily for Donna.

I gave her a big kiss at the car, and let her put her panties back on so she wouldn't mess up her leather seat.

She closed the door, then opened her window. "That was so incredible."

"Ditto."

"Call me soon," she said, then started up the engine, and backed out while I drove my quad back into the truck bed.

Soon. Count on it. The lessons have just begun.