Jean and the Great Beach Charade

By loerics ©

Lil, the department secretary, interrupted me to give me a carefully folded piece of paper. She smiled knowingly as she handed me the note. She leaned against the doorway to my office, and I stared at her curvaceous body. I was waiting for her to leave, but she stayed there to see my reaction to the message. She winked at me when she caught my eyes drifting over her sexy body. Lil likes to flirt and pretend she is naughty. She certainly has the body for it. She encourages the scientists and engineers she mothers to call her Dirty Lil. All of the guys are convinced that Dirty Lil is eager to jump into bed with them. Many of the guys in out department have asked, but it never seemed to be the right time for Lil.

She got a bit inebriated at the last office Christmas party and asked me to take her home. My wife had begged off from attending the party, so I was alone, and Lil's request made me anxious. The drinks had loosened Lil's tongue, and on the drive to her house, she let me in on her secret. Lil was a modest girl from the Midwest, and the whole Dirty Lil act was a charade. She enjoyed the power she felt teasing the engineers. Lil's work persona was one continuous fantasy. Most of us keep our fantasies private. As I was to learn, acting them out in public can be dangerous. After I had dropped Lil off at her apartment, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and sent me home to my loving wife.

I gave up waiting for Lil to leave and opened the note. It read, 'It's time -- Jolene.' Lil had drawn a heart after Jolene's name.

Lil said, "I know someone who shouldn't be working late tonight. Go on, Steve. You deserve a break. You've been working late six days a week."

I was a young research scientist working in the Palo Alto laboratory of a major aerospace company. I had helped bring in a big Air Force program and had been made program manager. It was my first experience leading a team of hot-shot scientists and engineers, and I was determined to make the effort a success. We were half-way into the second year of the two-year program, and it was crunch time. It was the point in a program where all of the pieces have to come together. Unfortunately, there were problems, and I was working long hours. However, Lil had a point. I needed to relieve some stress.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I couldn't refuse Jolene. It was a royal summons. I called my wife, Jean, and left a message to let her know I would be working late again. Fifteen minutes later I was on the road to Jolene's place. When I got to her neighborhood in Fremont, I drove slowly down the block of practically identical houses. I smiled when I saw the red light in the window. I was already hard when I rang the bell.

Jolene opened the door, and my jaw dropped. No matter how many times I saw the gorgeous redhead, I was always blown away. She was wearing a short, sheer kimono and high heels. The light behind her hinted that she wasn't wearing much else. She pulled me inside and closed the door. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lithe dancer's body against mine. She gave me a long, deep kiss before stepping back and letting the robe fall to the floor. I inhaled sharply and smelled her arousal mixed with a heady perfume. She was naked except for red bikini panties and heels. She was breathing hard, and my eyes focused on her full breasts and erect nipples for a moment before dropping my gaze to stare at her skimpy underwear. She giggled when I stared at the wet spot at the bottom of her panties.

I asked, "How long is your husband away?"

Jolene smiled and said, "He's in Idaho fishing with his business buddies for the week. I want you to fuck me as often as you can for the next four days. I hope you ate your Wheaties."

Jolene took my hand and led me back to her bedroom. The room was lit only by a few scented candles. She wasted no time removing my clothes. I sat on the edge of the bed, and she hit play on Sony Discman. I laughed as Dolly Parton sang Jolene's favorite song.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

Jolene said, "Now lick my pussy until I scream. Then I want you to take me from behind doggy style. I want you to take me hard. Babe, I want you so bad."

She tossed a pillow in the middle of the bed and lay down with it under her shapely ass. Her flaming locks of auburn hair framed her smiling face. I was in no hurry. She had trained me well. My reward would come in due course. I stared into her eager eyes before kissing her. She whimpered into my mouth as my tongue danced with hers. My hands caressed her pale breasts as I kissed her slender neck. I gazed longingly at her ample breasts tipped with rosy areolas and pointy nipples before capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. She moaned as my mouth sucked on one breast and then the other. My teeth nibbled lightly on her nipple. Her hands clutched the back of my head.

I slid my hand down her taut stomach to her wet panties. Her thighs fell open as my fingers cupped her mound. She moaned as I caressed her warm sex through the thin cotton. My hands grabbed the waistband of her red panties. Jolene raised her hips so I could tug her last piece of clothing down her long legs. I tossed them aside and stared at her neatly-trimmed, curly pubic hair. I was captivated by this reminder that Jolene was really a brunette.

Her slit glistened in the candle light. I leaned over and blew lightly over her gorgeous pussy. It was too soon to touch her clit, and I carefully avoided it, for now. My fingers stroked the lips of her moist slit. Her pussy flowered under my delicate touch. She moaned as I eased the tip of my finger into her tight vagina. I took my time licking along the folds of her pussy all the while savoring the heady aroma of her arousal. She wrapped her athletic legs around my shoulders, and her hands held my head trapped against her sex.

"Please Steve, please."

I pushed my finger deeper into her vagina and licked the length of her flowering slit. She squealed when my tongue dragged across her clit. My lips tugged gently on the sensitive nub as the tip of my tongue flicked back and forth over the thousands of screaming nerve endings concentrated in her clit. I took my time before searching for her G-spot with the tip of my finger. When I hit it, she arched her back and screamed and screamed. Her legs shook as her hands pulled my head tight against her spasming pussy.

We lay still for several minutes until her breathing calmed. She unwrapped her legs from my neck and rolled over onto her stomach. She pushed her sweaty body up onto her hands and knees.

"Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me hard. I want you to shoot your hot cum deep inside of me."

I was hard, and she was wet. I quickly knelt behind her and grabbed her hips with one hand. I placed my erection against her vagina and pushed myself home with one thrust. Damn, she was so tight.

Jolene hissed, "Oh God, fuck me."

I like to start with long slow thrusts, but I was so aroused I skipped all of that gentle shit. I hit her hard and fast. Our sweaty bodies slapped together over and over. My fingers found her clit, and I strummed it like a guitar. She was thrusting her hips back to meet my pounding cock. She began wailing. She was so sensitive after her first orgasm, it didn't take long to push her over the edge again. Her tight pussy clamped down on my cock so hard I shot my load. I held her ass tight against my crotch as my cock shot pulse after pulse of semen into her fertile womb. I had lasted only a couple of minutes, but it didn't bother me in the slightest. This was only our first fuck out of many to come over the next three or four days.

I laid back on her husband's pillow and asked, "Who fucks you better?"

Jolene laughed, "There is no contest. Steve, you are the best fuck I have ever had. My husband never gets me to cum. He's a 'wham, bam thank you, mam' kind of guy. If it weren't for my you, I'd go crazy."

"Maybe I could give him lessons?"

Jolene giggled, "I'd love to have him watch you shoving your big cock into my wet pussy. He might get the idea of how to use his own little cock. Even if he didn't learn anything, it would thrill me to have my husband watch me screaming as you pound your beautiful cock into my wet pussy. It's one of my favorite fantasies. When you're not available, I use my vibrator and imagine he's watching you fucking me in public."

I laughed, "Seriously, in public?"

"I don't mean in front of a crowd. Just a public place where you could get caught. It would just be you and me fucking while my husband watches from hiding."

"Damn, Jolene, you are incredible. If my wife even hears the slightest noise during sex, she freezes. She gets embarrassed if someone even sees us kissing."

Jolene said, "Forget about your wife. Do you think you could fuck me while my husband watches?"

I laughed, "As much as I'd love to lie here fantasizing about fucking you in front of your husband, I'm getting hungry. I'd like to eat something more substantial than pussy before we fuck again."

Jolene sighed. The fantasy was over for now. She pulled off her red wig and transformed herself back into my loving wife, Jean. We both enjoy playacting, and our little charades spice up our sex life. We had been trying to get pregnant for nearly two years. As soon as her temperature indicated the start of her fertile period, she had phoned Lil and left a message for me to get my ass home and do my duty. Dirty Lil had had a good laugh when I had to let her in on our secret. I couldn't have someone I depended on at work think I was cheating on my wife.

Jean grinned at me and said, "Can you cook dinner, babe? I have to stay on my back with my ass in the air for thirty minutes to increase our chance of getting pregnant."

After the two of us had finished off a bottle of wine with dinner, I said, "Jean, I loved your Jolene fantasy. You were incredibly hot. I have no idea where you came up with the idea of my fucking you in front of your husband, but it drove me wild."

"Glad you liked it, lover. I have a couple more fantasies in my bag that you might enjoy."

"I'm all ears."

Jean said, "I noticed how much fun you had flirting with that slut Cathy at our company picnic. I'm thinking about getting a blond wig and seeing if you can resist Cathy's overblown charms."

"Hey, it was your idea that I team up with her in the three-legged race because you got terrorized doing one when you were a kid. Besides. Anyway, I wasn't flirting with Cathy. I was just reacting to her bubbly personality."

"Liar, I saw your hand slip up from her waist to cup her humungous breast. I might have believed it was an accident if you hadn't broken into a big grin when you squeezed her tit."

"I still maintain my innocence. The whole idea of a three-legged race is physical contact. We stumbled, and my hand slipped. I will admit I enjoyed my accident, but it was all harmless fun."

Jean laughed, "Men are so predictable. Anyway, I think Cathy is a good fantasy for the future."

"Ok, I'll admit it would be fun having you play Cathy. Do you think you can imitate her bubbly personality?"

"Don't worry, I can play a slut. All I have to do is dial up my Jolene performance. Sorry, but I won't get a boob job to play the role."

I smiled, "Jean, you have no problems in the boob department. I've always thought yours were on the large side for a dancer. I've seen too many guys staring at them for you to have any concerns. Anyway, I'm totally up for your Cathy fantasy. You mentioned a couple of new ideas. What else do you have?"

Jean said, "The second one is more elaborate and will probably just stay an unfulfilled fantasy. A lot of women dream about being taken and sold into sexual slavery. It's pretty hot in women's erotic fiction. In my fantasy, I am stripped naked and auctioned off before a crowd of boisterous men. My new master then walks me naked through town to his brothel. I would be tied to a bed and fucked by one man after another in front of a crowd of eager men waiting their turn."

I watched my wife squirm as she related her slave fantasy. Just relating this short summary had gotten her intensely aroused. She was wriggling in her chair, and one hand was idly stroking her breast as she described her fantasy in an animated manner.

I said, "I'm all up for tying you to a bed and fucking you senseless, but I'm not sure about having a crowd of men watching."

Jean laughed nervously, "I think what gets me aroused is the forbidden nature of the fantasy. It'll never happen in my life. Where would you ever find a group of men you could trust?"

Imagining my wife getting fucked while I watch was getting me aroused but I lied, "Sorry, babe, I'm not sure I could ever share you with another man."

Jean said, "Maybe, the best we can do is for you to tie me up and blindfold me. Maybe you can practice a few different voices, so I'll think several men are using my body."

I said, "I've always wanted to try bondage. I'm just not into threesomes and gangbangs."

"It's just a fantasy, Steve. Woman have just as much right to sexual pleasure as a man. I fantasize about other men just like you did about Cathy. Don't deny it. I saw the look in your eyes when your hand was squeezing her breast. Babe, I trust you, and you shouldn't worry about me either. It would take a very special man to even tempt me."

"I trust you too, babe. You give me everything I could ask for. If playing out your fantasies is what it take to make you happy, then I'll do my best to play along. So, any other fantasies I should anticipate?"

Jean laughed, "Other than the standard woman's list, that covers it for now."

"Ok, that is the first time I've ever heard about a standard woman's list. What does that involve?"

"Oh, you know, the usual college girl's fantasies. Sometimes I daydreamed about being naked in class. It also includes things like having sex with another girl, a black guy or a stud with a big cock."

"Well, I remember once when you were pretty drunk telling me about sleeping with a woman roommate. How is the rest of the list going?"

"Babe, are you going to be mad if I'm honest?"

"Jean, I fought hard to win your love. I'm thrilled that you chose me over the competition. Whatever you did before we got married is your business. You only have to share your past if you want."

"Thanks, babe. I love you and only you. You have no reason to be jealous. I'm done with experimenting. So to answer your question, I had a black boyfriend when I was a freshman in Madison."

"Wow, your freshman year was pretty busy. I think that makes five boyfriends you've mentioned from your freshman year at Wisconsin. What happened with the black boyfriend?"

"His name was William. He was a pre-med student, and he was very hard working. He broke it off after a month because I wasn't a serious student. He told me I was wasting my time in college if I wasn't taking my studies seriously. He was right, but it took me another year before I dropped out of Wisconsin. I met you while I was working at the hospital and trying to decide what to do with my life. It would have been a lot easier if I had decided on law school earlier but then I wouldn't have met you."

"So, did your black boyfriend also fulfill your desire to have sex with a stud with a big cock?"

"No, William was just average. I've never had sex with a stud with a big cock unless I count you. In fact, your cock is the biggest I've ever had. So I guess you are my stud with the big cock."

I laughed because I was only an inch or two above average at the most. I said, "At least, now I know why you married me rather than any of your former boyfriends. Anytime you want me to tie you up and blindfold you, I'll be glad to fulfill your fantasy about the stud with a big cock."

Jean laughed, "Thanks, babe, but I'm really done with the big cock fantasy. I think a big cock would just be painful. Now, why don't you get to work on dinner?"

After I had cleaned up the dinner dishes, Jean and I retired to the bedroom for another try at making a baby.

We were recovering from another intense round of love making when Jean said, "It's taking too long."

"Oh, what's taking too long."

Jean sighed. "Getting pregnant. If we're not successful this month, I'm going to go in for fertility tests. Something might be wrong."

Being a scientist, I had already done the math. Jean was 29, and I was 35. Based on our ages, Jean was right. It was taking too damn long. Of course, I enjoyed the regular bouts of sex. I had found an article that indicated regular sex increased a woman's fertility. As a result, we had sex at least once a day and sometimes twice except when she was ovulating. When she was fertile, we had sex three or four times a day. As our bodies adjusted to the intense sexual activity, and we became more and more addicted to sex.

These monthly fuck marathons left me drained but grinning ear to ear. Dirty Lil loved teasing me when I dragged myself into work after a night of sex. She would find all kinds of excuses for brushing against me or bending over to pick up a dropped paper. One time she pulled up her sweater to flash her bare breasts. God, they were fantastic. She knew Jean had rendered me harmless and loved breaking my balls. After all, that's what friends are for.

I said, "Maybe I'm the one who's the problem."

She smiled at me and said, "Maybe, but I'll get checked first."

In the end, it turned out that she was healthy and fertile. I was the one with a problem. Fortunately, we had a world-class fertility clinic at Stanford Hospital. The surgeon had pioneered a technique for fixing my issue. His clinic had a wall full of baby pictures from former patients who he had treated successfully. He told me it was a simple outpatient procedure, and I would be making babies in no time.

***

I was pacing the Fort Walton Beach Airport to manage my growing anxiety. The flight from Atlanta was nearly two hours late. The airline representative at the gate said there were thunderstorms passing through Atlanta. I had just concluded a grueling final program review at Eglin Air Force Base, and I was looking forward to staying another week to vacation with my girlfriend, Cathy.

The year before, I had brought my wife to Florida once for a program review in August, and Jean had a horrible three days. It was too hot and humid for her to sunbathe by the rundown pool, and she was too afraid of sharks to swim in the Gulf. The room air conditioner couldn't keep up with the heat so she couldn't even enjoy the books she had brought along. I spent long hours working at the base, and she was irritable by the time I got off each day. She enjoyed dinner in an air-conditioned restaurant but exploded when I said I was too tired to dance. I think Jean loves dancing more than sex. Of course, the hotel room was too hot for sex.

This time, things would be different, a lot different. I had made my plans as soon as I confirmed the dates for the review. I booked all of my reservations two months in advance. The review was early in April when the weather was more comfortable. Instead of flying back on Friday after the review, I was staying another week for a much-needed vacation. I had booked a deluxe suite at the best hotel on the beach. It was on the ground floor with a patio that led out to the beach. The interior courtyard had a beautiful Olympic size pool with palm trees and patio bar.

The biggest difference was that I hadn't invited my wife this time. When I told Jean I was going to be working for two weeks at Eglin, she told me to have fun and went back to reading a contract she had brought home from work. The person I was nervously waiting to arrive was Cathy. She was a colleague of Jean's that I had met at their company picnic. Both women were gorgeous, but Cathy's personality was bubbly and fun loving. She was willing to try anything, while Jean was serious and reserved. I admired Jean's dedication to her career as a corporate lawyer, but Cathy was the women I wanted to spend the next week with. Fortunately, giving Cathy advanced notice allowed her to schedule the week off.

Cathy's plane was nearly three hours late. My face was pressed against the window as I watched her walk down the stairs from the plane. She was dressed for flying in khaki pants that hugged her athletic legs and gorgeous ass. Her sweater emphasized the curves of her generous breasts. I was pleasantly surprised that she had dyed her hair blond for me. I had once told her how beautiful she looked in a photo from high school when she was blond. I grew up in Southern California and love the combination of dark eyebrows and bleach blond hair.

Cathy waved when she saw me at the window, and her walk changed to a sultry strut. By the time she entered the terminal, I had an erection. She flew into my arms, and I groaned as she squeezed me hard.

Cathy said, "Are you Ok?"

"Sorry, I'm still a bit tender from my little procedure."

"Little procedure? I know that's what the surgeon told you before the operation, but after your long recovery, I wouldn't call it a little procedure."

I have to confess; I am a little impulsive. Ok, my wife says I am very impulsive, and it is her job to keep me in check. My wife and I had been trying to have a baby for nearly two years. It was fun coming home and finding her naked holding a cold bottle of wine. She would tell me she was ovulating, and I had a job to do before dinner. After two years of wonderful and frequent sex, I still hadn't gotten my lovely wife pregnant.

She got tested first, but a battery of tests confirmed she wasn't the problem. It turned out, I was producing plenty of sperm, but they were all dead on arrival. An aneurysm on my gonads was cooking my sperm leaving me infertile. My little procedure was technically a left internal spermatic vein ligation, but I called it my hot nuts operation.

The surgeon said it was an outpatient procedure. I immediately scheduled the procedure two weeks before my review in Florida. I expected to be back to work the afternoon after having it done in the morning. Fortunately, a nurse cautioned me that recovery normally took three to five days. That would still leave plenty of time to put the finishing touches on my final review and enjoy my vacation. It turns out the nurse was wrong as well. I got a drug-resistant infection that delayed my recovery. At the last minute, I managed to finish preparing for my review by working at home. The review was a success but left me exhausted. I was still weak and in some pain.

I changed the topic as we strolled arm in arm to baggage claim. "I love your hair. You look just like the girls on the beach when I was in high school. Any chance you mixed up a double batch of hair dye?"

Cathy laughed, "There was no need. I got a Brazilian wax job to go with my new bikini. There is nothing down there to color."

At that time, I had no idea what a Brazilian wax job was, but I understood what she meant by nothing. I replied, "Oh God, you are amazing."

Cathy stopped and gave me a deep kiss being careful not to squeeze me.

She leaned back and said, "You'll see just how amazing I am after you take me out to dinner."

I grinned and said, "Do you think Jean suspects anything?"

"I told her I was vacationing in Hawaii. I have some old postcards I'll put up around my desk when I return. Still, she glared at me yesterday at work. God, she is just too serious all of the time."

Ok, now that I have you convinced that I am an asshole for cheating on my wife, I'll tell you the truth about our latest charade. My wife, Jean, is pretending to be the hot and sensuous Cathy, a co-worker of hers. We have never engaged in a fantasy outside of our home or in one that lasted for a week. We even made a wager that if one of us breaks the fantasy at any time during the vacation, we lose the bet. If either of us acknowledges that we are married before we get back home, we lose the bet. To make the wager more interesting, we decided the winner will get to replace their old car. We both have decent jobs, but we bought a house in Fremont a couple of years ago. Money is tight, so both of us are driving ten-year-old cars. I have my eye on a Mustang. God knows why, but my wife wants a minivan. I don't plan on losing.

In keeping with her role as my mistress, Jean had left her wedding ring in California. I planned to refer to my wife as Cathy even in my mind to prevent any slips. It had been easy to convince Jean to pose as the seductive Cathy since it was her idea in the first place, and she is incapable of refusing a dare.

At her company picnic the previous summer she had paid for her inability to pass up a dare. She has a reputation at work for being a football guru. She has won five of the office weekly football pools for about a hundred dollars each. Her closest competitor has only won two of the pools. Actually, Jean knows very little about football, but she did very well using a betting strategy I devised. Most people bet based on their team loyalties and emotions which produce poor results. I told her to use the point spread in the paper. If the spread is over seven points, go with the favorite. If the spread is less than seven, flip a coin. The rules gave you a point for each win no matter what the score was.

The guys she had impressed with her football expertise, dared her to join in a flag football game at the company picnic. Of course, she dragged me into the game. Our opponents had an ex-college football player as a guard. He was in his late forties and overweight. No one wanted to block him, and Jean gave the guys a hard time for being chicken. The team captain called her on it and dared her to try. The guard weighed more than twice Jean's 125 pounds. The first play he knocked her on her cute little butt. The captain asked her if she had enough and Jean said she could take him. The next play she hit the big guy below his knees and took him out. He landed on top of her every defensive play for the rest of the game.

The next Monday instead of her standard pants suit, she wore a skirt and sleeveless blouse to show off her extensive collection of bruises. The president of the firm caught her in the coffee room raising her blouse to show off her bruised ribs. Jean thought she was going to be in trouble, but he praised her for her company spirit.

We walked through the interior courtyard of the hotel to get to our suite. The large bathroom was next to the door. A short hallway led to a decent size living room separated by a counter from a nice kitchen. Sliding glass doors led from the living room to a patio facing the beach. The bedroom with a king size bed was around the corner from the living room. The separation between the bedroom and bathroom was a bit odd. Otherwise, the room was wonderful, and the air conditioner worked.

I had the porter carry her bags into the bedroom and told Cathy to dress for dinner at a casual oyster bar.

Cathy emerged from the bedroom dressed in tight short shorts and a halter top that showed off her trim abdomen. She was holding a pair of Mary Janes in one hand, and four-inch-high 'fuck me' heels in the other.

"Which should I wear?"

"There is no dancing at this place, so you don't need flats. I like the heels."

My wife laughed, "What makes you think I can't dance in heels?"

My wife started taking dance lessons as a young girl. Jean continued with modern dance in college and still takes dance classes when her workload permits. She has tried hard to improve my dance abilities with limited success. Unfortunately, my dance moves are limited to free form rock.

My wife decided to demonstrate her ability to dance in heels and slipped them on. She had brought her Sony Discman and had set it up with a pair of portable speakers. She put on a CD of ABBA's Greatest Hits and started dancing to "Dancing Queen.

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

She danced alone to prove her point before dragging me in to join her. Freestyle dancing to rock is the limit of my abilities. As usual, I was aroused by her sexy moves.

I drove us a couple of miles to a hole in the wall oyster shack in Destin. A marketing guy had shown me this place and it was now a favorite of mine. There were only a handful of patrons, and we got to sit at the bar. The waitress drew us a couple of beers from the tap, and I ordered a dozen raw oysters for each of us. The oysters couldn't get any fresher since the oyster beds were in sight from the beach. I still find it hard to believe that anyone had ever sold oysters for a dollar a dozen. I guess they made their profit from the two-dollar draft beers.

We listened to Mike's stories as he shucked oysters from a bag that had been harvested just the day before. He was a big black former football player from Florida State, and never ran out of stories or laughs. He captivated Cathy with a tale about a man who ate 48 dozen oysters one night while his wife had 42 dozen. Cathy laughed along with Mike as his massive belly shook.

Cathy had had a long day flying in from San Francisco. Normally she can hold her own drinking but by her third beer, she was fading fast. I had to finish off the remain oysters from her fourth dozen. She was a bit unsteady walking in her high heels as I led her to the car.

I laid her on the bed and took off her heels. She whimpered goodnight as I tucked her in. I wasn't far behind her in getting to sleep.

We slept until noon on Saturday and were happy to discover that the hotel restaurant was willing to serve us a late breakfast. It was after 2 in the afternoon before we started to get ready to go out to the pool. Cathy disappeared into the bathroom to change. She had bought some beach wear from a catalog because the stores in Palo Alto were "too conservative." If she was going to play the role of mistress, she was going to do it right. Naturally, she hadn't shown me any of her purchases. I sat waiting in my swim trunks, tees shirt, and flip-flops.

She emerged from the bathroom wearing a gauzy floral print beach wrap that partially obscured a skimpy red string bikini. The wrap was just long enough to cover her suit bottom with three or four inches to spare. The front sides of the wrap overlapped by a couple of inches and were held together by a cloth belt. Cathy complained about the color of the purple flowered wrap clashing with the red bikini. It looked fine to me, but I'm both red-green color blind and a man, so my opinion was worthless. Cathy stated she would wear the outfit to the pool today but would never be caught dead in public with such jarring colors.

When we walked out the door to the pool, Cathy body was momentarily silhouetted by the sun. With the bright sunlight behind it, the gauzy wrap was practically transparent. I was hard before she even took off the flimsy wrap. The weekday crowd of government contractors was gone, and we had the pool to ourselves.

Cathy spread her towel on a chaise lounge and said, "Ready for the big reveal?"

She turned her back to me and dropped the gauzy covering. I was speechless at the gorgeous display of bare flesh. Today they make microkinis, trikinis, and monokinis but this was the early 80s, and I had only seen string bikinis in French movies. I haven't been to the beach in ages, so this sexy sight sent a shock to my groin. Cathy's upper back was bare except for a string tied behind her neck and another in the middle of her back. Most of her exquisite ass was bare except for a small triangle of red cloth. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.

"What do you think? Is it too risqué for Florida?"

I moved my hands to cover my tenting swim trunks. I gulped and said, "It's perfect. You look amazing. Turn around so I can see the front."

Cath laughed and lay face down on the chaise lounge. She held out a tube of sunscreen and said, "Take it easy stud. I don't want you to get over excited and blow out your new plumbing. Be a dear and do my back. Please untie my top so I don't get a tan line."

She had to be kidding. Did she think rubbing lotion on her back was going to calm me down? I climbed on the chaise lounge behind her and straddled her hips. Rubbing lotion onto her athletic back was thrilling enough, but I got really excited when I brushed my fingers across the sides of her breasts.

"Stop that now, you naughty little boy! Just because no one is out here doesn't mean they aren't watching from their room. Now behave yourself and do my legs. Make sure you don't leave any skin untouched. This suit exposes a lot of skin that hasn't seen the sun since we went skinny dipping in college. I don't want to burn along the edge of the suit."

I laughed. Doing Cathy's long legs was hardly punishment. I started with her calves. Her legs moved apart as I worked my way up her thigh. The muscles in her dancer's legs were well toned and felt fantastic under my hands. I found it hard to take my eyes off of her barely covered and curvaceous ass. My fingers bumped against the narrow strip of cloth between her legs. The leg holes of her suit had elastic along the edge. Well, she did say she didn't want her pale skin to burn.

I used one hand to hold up the edges of the suit and applied lotion across most of her ass cheeks. She moaned when my lotion coated fingers slipped down her ass crack. So far, I hadn't seen so much as a hint of pubic hair.

"Thanks, Steve, I think I'm good."

I applied lotion to the front of my body before lying on my side on a chaise lounge next to her. I couldn't take my eyes off of the nearly naked woman next to me. I watched as her breathing slowed and she fell asleep. She had also had a rough month at work, and the jet lag compounded her exhaustion. A light breeze played with loose strands of her bleach blond hair. I woke up an hour later confused. I almost used Jean's real name when I woke her.

I shook her shoulder gently, "Cathy, Cathy wake up. You need to turn over, or you'll burn."

She smiled at me and said, "Can you tie my top for me?"

I was a little careless when I responded to her request. My pitiful attempt at tying a knot left her top a trifle loose.

She frowned at me and said, "Is that the best you can do?"

"Sorry, I was sick the day the Boy Scouts worked on their knot tying merit badge."

I inhaled sharply when she rolled over and sat on the edge of the lounge facing me. Finally, I got to see the front of her suit. The top of her suit consisted of strings and two small triangles of thin red cloth. Her ample breasts threatened to escape from every side. Her erect nipples thrust into the middle of the triangles. The bottom of her suit was a young boy's wet dream. To this day, I find it difficult to believe how much bare skin a woman can expose below her belly button without revealing the top of her pussy. Not that the clinging material hid her pussy lips very well. At the time I had never heard the expression "camel toe," but the sexy sight only added to my appreciation for her skimpy suit.

I lay back and watched enthralled as she applied lotion to the front of her body. Her poorly constrained breasts jiggled delightfully as she applied lotion to her graceful arms. When she got to her chest, she found it easy to slip her lotion covered hands under her loose bikini top. She stuck her tongue out at me as she took her time caressing her breasts.

Maybe I should have pointed out to her that we were no longer alone at the pool. She had been facing me the whole time since she woke up and hadn't noticed the four young men on the other side of the pool. I'd be lying if I said they weren't watching Cathy intently. Of course, they were trying to hide the fact that they were staring. She only realized we had company when six laughing young women came out to the pool. Of course, she glared at me again.

"How long have those guys been there?"

"They were there before I woke you up."

"Did they see me applying lotion to my breasts."

"I'm sure they saw you playing with yourself. I think the bulges in their swimsuits are strong evidence, consular."

She stared at me dumbfounded, "You let a pack of horny young men ogle your, your ... girlfriend while I was giving you what was intended to be a private show?"

Damn, she almost said wife. That would have been an easy win for breaking the fantasy. I could see that my best strategy was to keep pushing her comfort zone. My wife had only grown more cautious since our free spirited college years. On the other hand, my mistress, Cathy, was supposed to be flirtatious and seductive. I wondered how far I could push her.

I grinned, "Nice recovery, Cathy. Of course, I enjoyed the guys gawking at my beautiful girlfriend, but I think they enjoyed it even more. I hope they are jealous. It makes me feel like an alpha male. My wife is too modest for such an exhibition which is why I invited you on this vacation. Now, you had better do your stomach and the front of your legs before they burn. If you want, I'd be glad to do them for you."

Cathy scowled at me and said, "I think the boys will enjoy the show more if I do it myself."

"Then you better hurry because the young women are competing for their attention."

It was no contest. Cathy got the boys attention back by taking her time sensuously applying lotion to her long legs and trim abdomen. When she laid down on her back, she left her legs slightly spread. She tugged on the bottom of her suit pulling the narrow strip of cloth deeper into her slit. The swell of her bare pussy lips peeked out. Next, she adjusted her loose top. How was she to know that she had accidentally pulled the top up far enough to expose her areola? However, I have a feeling she had practiced every move at home in front of a mirror. You don't become a rising corporate lawyer without being prepared. I assume she had practiced her moves for my benefit, but now I had gotten her angry enough to display her sensual body to complete strangers.

As much as I wanted to win our wager, I have to admit that I was also excited by the attention she was receiving for flaunting her gorgeous, barely covered body. We had both somehow managed to get a week off at the same time, and I was eager to recapture the excitement of our college years. Adding to my enthusiasm was the knowledge that my operation meant that I was now fertile. Jean had been off of birth control for three years, and we were eager to start a family. I had carefully arranged for our vacation to occur the week of my wife's peak fertility.

I had met my wife at a friend's Christmas party when I was a graduate student in physics at Cornell. Jean was an undergraduate and six years younger. I'd had a string of girlfriends, but Jean was the first woman that I had ever pursued in earnest. She was smart, beautiful and a little wild. Normally, I would have considered her too gorgeous and out of my league, but I couldn't get her out of my mind. I didn't give up even when I found out she had a boyfriend. He had dropped out of college and was now a bartender at The Salty Dog in Ithaca. He was tall, good-looking and affable. I was a physics nerd. Jean couldn't make up her mind and convinced the two of us to alternate weekends with her. It was hell, and it took me nearly six months to win. We lived together her senior year at Cornell. The hard part was separating when she went to law school, and I left for a job in California. After law school, she joined me for good in Northern California.

After another hour of sun, I said, "I'm going for a swim. I'll race you twelve laps for dinner."

Cathy grinned because she knew she could beat me. She said, "Ok, but first you need to tie my top tighter."

I may always regret it, but I tied her top right this time. We dove in, and I swam for all I was worth. I've tried everything to beat my wife swimming. I'm in great condition and ride my ten speed to work every day. I've taken swim lessons and read books on technique, but Jean always wins. Today, I found my body tiring faster than normal. By the fourth lap, my groin was hurting, and I pulled up.

Cathy swam over and asked, "Are you Ok?"

"I had hoped to be fully recovered from my little procedure by now. I feel so much better than the first week, I forget I have a bit to go before I am back to normal. I'll be Ok. Let's get showered and go for an early dinner."

Cathy said, "Great because I'm ravenous, and I'm tired of these college boys undressing me in their horny little brains."

I'd like to say we went back to the room and fucked our brains out. Laying in the warm sun always gets my wife and me aroused, but my nervousness about my ability to perform infected both of us. Instead, we got dressed for dinner. I quickly put on a polo shirt and khaki shorts. While waiting for Cathy, I went out on the patio to enjoy the fantastic view of the Gulf.

My peace and quiet were interrupted by someone playing 'Burning Down the House' by the Talking Heads at full volume. The four guys from the pool ambled out onto the patio next to mine. They were still in their swimming trunks. They saw me and waved. Someone turned down the volume, and one of the guys walked over and apologized.

A tall, broad-shouldered young man said, "Sorry for the noise, man."

I said, "It's Ok. I like the Talking Heads."

"Can I at least offer you a beer."

"Sure, thanks. I'm waiting for my girlfriend to dress for dinner, and it may be awhile. Oh, my name is Steve."

He said, "I'm Wally. The short guy in the green polo shirt is John. The redhead is Robert and James is the quiet one. We're all roommates in a suite at the University of Alabama."

The guys came over to my patio, and I shook their hands. When Wally handed me a beer I accepted it with my left hand. My wedding ring flashed in the sun and caught his eye. I grinned when he raised his eyebrow. The woman I called my girlfriend was obviously not my wife.

I said, "So, what brings you here?"

John said, "It's Spring Break. We're down for a week of serious partying."

I thought about all of my careful plans. First, I had screwed things up getting the operation, and now I had booked us for the crazy season at the beach. Now I understood why I had been told I had gotten the last free suite on the beach.

I said, "Spring Break? Easter is two weeks from now. Why are you on break so early?"

Wally said, "It doesn't have anything to do with Easter. It's just the week after midterms."

John said, "Don't worry, there are a lot of places that will be free of students. There are some nice nature preserves nearby, and if you drive a couple of miles, the beaches will be clear of students."

I said, "Guess we'll just have to relax and enjoy it as best we can."

Wally said, "Um, we're getting a keg and having a party tomorrow all day. You and your girlfriend are welcome. I'm afraid it may go late but there will be a party at practically every room along the beach."

John said, "Where are you going to eat dinner? If you don't have reservations, you'll have a hard time getting in."

"I thought we'd walk over to The Crab Trap and eat outdoors. It was practically empty last week."

Wally said, "Man, you are so screwed. You'll have to stand around for a couple of hours to get in."

I said, "Shit! Well, I know a place on the water out by Valparaiso. Guess we'll have to drive at least that far for dinner, and I'll have to stay sober if I'm driving."

Wally said, "Hey, we have a reservation at The Crab Trap at 9. You guys are welcome to join us. We can easily fit six of us at one of the outdoor tables."

I had to think for a moment about his offer. I'd been at The Crab Trap when it was crowded and noisy. It had been out of my comfort zone, but this was going to be our last vacation before we settled down and raised a family. Besides, Cathy was supposed to be wildly extroverted.

"Thanks, guys, we'd love to join you."

Wally said, "I'm sorry you'll have to wait for a couple of hours before we leave. Hope you're not starving."

Robert brought out another round of beers. I guess my first bottle had sprung a leak.

I said, "I was here last week for business. I have a carton of dip and a bag of chips in our room. Give me a second."

I ducked back into the room and grabbed the food from the kitchen.

Cathy came out of the bedroom and said, "I'm ready."

She looked amazing in a short, tight party dress and outrageously high heels. I had never seen the dress, and I had a hard time deciding where to look first. The dress had a slit up one side, and it nicely showed off her long legs and curvaceous ass. At the same time, it showed so much jiggling cleavage, I thought if she leaned over her tits might fall out. Swimming had added curls to her long blond hair tumbling down her back.

She saw the food in my arms and said, "I guess you must be hungry."

I laughed, "I was getting hungry, but now I'm starving."

Cathy grinned and gave me a long kiss. She broke contact when one of the guys on the patio whistled.

I said, "I'd like you to meet our neighbors. They're on Spring Break from the University of Alabama."

I led Cathy outside and dumped the food on the patio table.

I said, "Guys, this is my girlfriend, Cathy. She is a corporate attorney for a hi-tech pharmaceutical company in Palo Alto. Be careful or she'll eat your lunch."

The guys laughed and introduced themselves.

I said, "Cathy, it seems that Fort Walton Beach has been invaded by a hoard of college students here for Spring Break. Every restaurant in town is booked. These guys have reservations at 9, and they have been kind enough to invite us to join them. What do you think."

Cathy stared at me for a moment. These were the same guys who had been gawking at her while she rubbed suntan lotion on her breasts and legs.

Wally said, "We're a bunch of socially awkward engineers, and we'd love to have you guys join us. I promise we'll behave. Honest, we will. Right, guys?"

Cathy said, "Ok, but what are we going to do for the next three hours? Swimming has made me hungry, and there's hardly enough dip for one person let alone a bunch of young men."

John said, "We bought munchies for the party tomorrow. We can hit that. Would you like a beer?"

"I desperately need some food, but I'm more of a wine girl."

I said, "I have a couple of half bottles of Riesling in the frig. I'll get one. Any chance I can hit you guys up for another beer?"

I left the room to fill the ice bucket. By the time I returned to the patio, Cathy was sitting on the couch facing the Gulf and the table in front of her was covered with an array of dips, cheeses, and crackers. The quiet engineer, James, was sitting next to her on the couch and looking nervous. Maybe the cause of his anxiety was the slit in her dress that revealed her long legs all of the ways up to a hint of white panties. The boys had brought a couple of beach chairs from their patio and were sitting across from Cathy. Their obvious attempts to stare up her short dress was frustrated by her legs being crossed at the ankles.

I poured her a glass of wine and put the bottle into the ice bucket. I placed the bucket on an end table next to Cathy before taking the last chair across from my wife. Now that she had something to drink, she began to dig into the appetizers. It was quite a sight watching her lean over the table. When I took my eyes off of her beautiful display, I noticed the guys were also gawking at her generous breasts.

Cathy said, "Wally just explained to me that he and John were majoring in Engineering Management while Robert and James are Electrical Engineers. I hope you don't mind, but I told them you had a Ph.D. in Physics from Cornell and worked at a big aerospace laboratory in Palo Alto.

I have to be careful discussing my work because parts of it are classified secret. I said, "That's fine. The laboratory is well known, and we are always looking for new, bright recruits. What area of Electrical Engineering are you guys studying?"

Wally and John looked at Robert while James just looked even more uncomfortable. Robert said, "James and I are working in radio communications. We're helping one of the professors develop a prototype mobile phone using wireless communications technology."

I looked at Wally and John as I said, "The job of management is to guide the development of these guys' inventions and then market the final product. Do you really think there is much of a market for a mobile phone outside of the military and maybe someone working in a remote area exploring for oil?"

Robert said, "The professor thinks everyone will someday have a portable phone."

I said, "Why would anyone want to be interrupted by some moron at any time of the day or night? I don't want my boss calling me at 3 in the morning every time he has a brain fart. I have no need to talk to my relatives except on weekends. Maybe it would be useful to find out what is taking Cathy so long when I am waiting at a restaurant. Being constantly reachable would dramatically change society. I don't see it happening. Besides, I'll bet your device weighs a ton."

Robert said, "Our prototype fits in a suitcase, but we think we can get it down to the size of a briefcase."

Wally said, "Give it time. Did you see this year's Super Bowl commercial for the new Apple Macintosh? It wasn't too long ago that a computer filled a room. Now IBM and Apple are selling personal computers."

I said, "Computers are great for work. I have a $20,000 Sun workstation in my office which is really a high-performance personal computer. These so-called personal computers are too expensive for the average person. You need a killer application before anyone would buy one for personal use at home. They cost as much as a car and who needs to do word processing at home?"

John said, "What do you use your workstation for besides word processing?"

"We're doing research on digital images. We just got a prototype imaging chip from Texas Instruments. We're trying to detect vehicles in the images and determine if they are friend or foe. The TI chip is the largest ever made; it's a whopping 128 by 128 pixels. Someday these chips could replace film in high-end cameras. Hey, maybe someday everyone will have a filmless camera.

Wally laughed, "Now who's selling snake oil. I'll bet you can't top that story."

I finished my third beer and reached for another. I laughed and said, "Ok, try and top this one. We combine my camera, your phone, and a computer and shrink it down to a Dick Tracy size watch. People could then take photographs, oh hell, let's go all of the ways, they could take movies and send them to friends and family. Think about sharing a live movie of a wedding with someone who couldn't attend."

I have to admire my wife's patience. She was used to my nerdy friends and me and had developed a knack for getting engineers to talk. I used to be a shy, studious graduate student. The first time we met, she got me talking about my favorite winter sport, cross country skiing. The next thing you know, I invited her to go cross country skiing. Years later she laughed when I said she was the first woman I actively pursued. She said she was happy she had convinced me she was reluctant, and I had had to struggle to catch her.

Cathy crossed her legs, and I caught a flash of her white panties. She poured her third glass of wine and turned to look at James. She put her hand on his shoulder and asked, "Maybe one of you could explain the difference between engineers and physicists. It seems you both do the same things."

She left her hand on his shoulder, and I thought James would crawl out of his skin. He gulped before saying, "Physicists are focused on theory and basic research. Engineers take ideas and turn them into real things people can use. It's the difference between Einstein and Edison."

Cathy said, "Since Edison died richer than Einstein, I should probably drop my boyfriend Steve for an engineer. Are any of you guys available?"

The guys all laughed and leaned forward hoping to catch her attention. Wally said, "We've been talking about ourselves too much. Steve said you were a corporate lawyer for a hi-tech pharmaceutical firm. What does that position entail?"

Cathy said, "My company makes drug delivery systems. I'm sure you've seen the nicotine patches we developed. We're trying to use the same technique to deliver painkillers. The government imposes a lot of restrictions on opioid medicines. I've been helping to ensure our policies and procedures satisfy the law. I've only been with the company a couple of years so I have to struggle to get my ideas accepted. Usually, I convince one of the senior staff that it was their idea in the first place. Now everyone wants me on their team since they say I inspire them. Eventually, I hope to be able to take credit for my own ideas."

Wally said, "I don't suppose you have any drug samples?"

Cathy laughed, "We control the drugs, so tightly I haven't even seen any of the drugs myself."

Wally said, "Speaking of drugs, is anyone interested in smoking some weed? We will enjoy our dinners a lot more stoned."

My wife and I had enjoyed marijuana in college. It is hard to beat stoned sex.

Cathy said, "I'd love some, but Steve has a clearance, and he has to be careful."

I said, "Actually, I just had my security update, and I'm good for five years. They included a polygraph, and I may never have another. So, I'd be happy to have some mary jane."

Wally pulled out a joint and lit it. He got up and walked over to give it to Cathy. He stood next to her as she took a hit. His eyes were focused on her breasts as she inhaled deeply. She held her breath and handed it to James. When he was done, Wally walked it back to the rest of us. It was strong shit. It was also adulterated. Soon after I took the hit, I felt a rush of energy. I am sure it was laced with speed. I thought about warning Cathy but decided to keep quiet. I thought it was just what she needed to treat her jet lag.

Cathy looked at James and said, "Have you ever had a hit shotgun?"

James stared at her blankly and shook his head.

She said, "Ok, James, open your mouth a little and inhale when I blow into your mouth."

She reversed the joint in her mouth and knelt on the couch beside him. She tilted his head up and fastened her lips to his mouth. I thought his eyes would explode out of his head as she blew the strong smoke into his mouth.

She passed the joint back to Wally and smiled. We all smiled back like a bunch of stoned idiots. Cathy's dress had ridden up as the result of her twisting around. Even when she crossed her legs, her bikini panties remained visible.

I was surprised when James leaned close to Cathy and whispered in her ear. She sat back and drained her wine glass. The bottle was empty when she went for a refill. I was sure no one had helped her finish the half bottle of Reisling.

She looked at me and asked, "Did you say there was another bottle in the frig?"

I said yes and started to get up.

"Steve, stay seated. You're still recuperating from your little procedure. James can help me uncork the bottle."

She got up and held out her hand to James. He was a little unsteady as she led him inside. It was several minutes before they returned. Cathy had an opened bottle of wine that was already half gone. James looked to be in shock. He had a big grin like he had just won the lottery. I noticed a smudge of Cathy's lipstick near his mouth. Later that night, she told me that James had confessed that the shotgun was the first time his lips had touch those of a woman. She took him into the kitchen and gave him a lesson in kissing technique all of the ways up to French kissing.

When they sat back on the couch, she watched me as she pulled his arm around her shoulders and leaned against his side. Her hand was in the middle of his bare thigh, and her fingers were casually tracing a circle. It was hard not to notice the tent in James' pants. He probably thought he had died and gone to heaven. The rest of us were just jealous. Damn, my girlfriend was hot.

We sat talking for a few minutes before John went and got more munchies. The table was now littered with empty containers. He sat a tub of guacamole on the table in front of him. Cathy sat staring for a moment as the rest of us dipped chip after chip into the dip.

Cathy said, "You guys are pigs. I hoped you might offer James and me some dip. Guess I'll have to get it for myself."

She leaned all of the ways across supported by one hand in the middle of the table. She was bent so far over her athletic ass was higher than her head. Her dress was riding high enough in the back I'm sure James was getting a good view of her bikini panties. His mouth was open, and his eyes were staring at heaven right in front of his bulging eyes. The rest of us were treated to a view down the top of her dress of her barely constrained breasts. She dipped several chips before falling back onto the couch and feeding herself and James. She paid no attention to her dress which was now only half covering her panties. Her thighs twisted open when she turned to feed James.

I said, "Now that is an example of top notch engineering. I was sure if Cathy leaned over, her tits would fall out of her bra."

We were all pretty stoned on weed and beer. The guys laughed nervously and looked at Cathy wondering how she would take my crude comment. My motivation was simple; I wanted to win our wager. I thought if I pushed my conservative wife hard enough, she would use the excuse that we were married to avoid any inappropriate behavior. So far, my wife was enthusiastically playing the role of the sexy girlfriend. Ultimately, it was a question of who would blink first.

Cathy looked me straight in the eye and said, "I guess that is why you are a physicist. So much for all of your theoretical calculations. I'm confident my tits are not going to fall out of my bra."

"As a matter of fact, I am an experimental physicist and rely on carefully designed experiments before I come to any conclusions. My observation was a hypothesis, and it needs testing before it is verified. I still maintain that given the right load, your nipples will pop out of that skimpy bra."

Cathy laughed, "Just what do you mean by the right load?"

"I was thinking about the kind of shaking your breasts might undergo if you were dancing vigorously."

"Let me get this straight. You want to conduct an experiment where I lean over the table and shake my boobs until my tits fall out of my bra. I suppose you will tell me if I am shaking them hard enough?"

I said, "That sounds like a well-defined experiment, and I'm so sure the bra will fail I'm willing to put money on it."

Cathy said, "Maybe we should ask the engineers. Do you guys think it's a well designed and worthwhile experiment."

"Oh, yes definitely."

"Sure, we do experiments all of the time."

"It's the only way to validate a design."

"I'm sure the engineer built in a large margin of safety into the bra design."

Cathy looked back at me and said, "Are you going to put money where your mouth is?"

"Sure, I'll bet $50 your nipples pop out."

Cathy looked at the engineers and said, "I'm not going to shake my breasts for a lascivious bunch of stoned drunks. Anyone who wants to observe the bra test has to be a committed scientist or engineer. You can show your commitment by dropping $25 on the table. If my nipples fall out, you get your money back double."

There was a mad scramble as the guys ran to get their money. It gave Cathy enough time to get nervous. She grabbed the half empty bottle of wine and drank another glass. We were all crowded around the other side of the table from her when she leaned back across the table. She supported herself on both arms and started to shake her breasts. She started slow and built up speed. When her shaking moved down to her hips, we all rushed around to watch her gyrating ass.

I said, "That was amazing, but you didn't really shake your breasts very hard. Are you trying to cheat?"

It was a beautiful sight watching her breasts bounce around again. She was very thorough in her testing. She shook her breasts from side to side and then moved to rocking them back and forth. She was working so hard she was sweating and panting for breath when she stopped. She remained bent over the table as she recovered. Her erect nipples were still covered and poking against the sheer bra. It had been close. The tops of her areolas were peeking from the tops of her bra cups.

I moved around behind her and sat on the couch. The crotch of her white panties had a wet spot. It could have been sweat, but I'm pretty sure my wife was aroused by her performance in front of five horny guys.

I caught her as she sat back on the couch. She gave a yelp in surprise at my presence. I gave her a kiss and asked, "Where did you learn to move like that?"

She finished the second half bottle of wine before answering, "We had a professional stripper give us lessons in my college dance class. We learned the bump and grind as well as the shimmy. I've never done that outside of class."

"It was awesome. I'm really surprised your tits didn't actually fall out."

She laughed, "Do you really think I wouldn't test out a new bra before wearing it with this dress?"

I laughed along with all of the guys as we realized we'd been taken.

Wally said, "We have just over half an hour before our reservations. It'll take ten minutes to walk there so we should leave in twenty minutes. I hope that gives everyone enough time to get ready."

Cathy looked at me and said, "Walk? I thought we were driving. I can't walk in these heels, but they make the outfit."

"Wear some flip-flops and I'll carry the heels in a bag."

The Crab Trap was rocking, and we had to wait twenty minutes for our table. We did a couple of rounds of tequila shots at the bar. Cathy was leaning on my arm for support when we walked to our table.

We had several orders of fried popcorn shrimp as well as sweet and spicy calamari for the table. Cathy ordered a bottle of Italian white wine while the rest of us went with draft beer. For dinner I had fresh grilled grouper and Cathy went for the scallops. Cathy noticed a small dance floor, and after we had eaten, she managed to get me to dance with her. I was tired after a couple of numbers. I wish I could blame my lack of stamina on too much sun and beer, but I knew it was the after effects of my little operation.

Cathy failed to hide her disappointment when we got back to the table. Wally picked up on it and asked her to dance. Her face lit up, and she dragged him out onto the dance floor. They were out on the floor until the band took a break. I noticed Cathy pressing her body against his during the slow dances.

When they got back to the table, Wally said, "If you like dancing, there is a better place. It has a live band and an enormous dance floor. They should be hopping now if you'd like to go."

Cathy started to say yes but looked at me and thought better of it. "Sorry I'm still jet lagged, and your super weed is wearing off. Maybe later in the week if the band is still playing."

Wally laughed, "It's Spring Break. The band will be here all week."

***

Back at the hotel, Cathy gave all of the guys a hug except James. He got special treatment. His friends whistled and cheered as she gave him a long deep French kiss. Her hands held the back of his head as she backed him against a wall. She ground her hips against his crotch before breaking her embrace. The poor guy was trembling. She said goodnight to everyone and headed inside.

Wally said, "Don't forget. You are invited to our party tomorrow. It'll start sometime in the early afternoon."

I thanked him and headed in to join Cathy. I was hoping she had saved some of her energy for me. She let me have the bathroom after she peed. I had a quick shower and got into bed wearing my boxers. I waited patiently while she showered. I wished I had suggested we shower together but maybe later.

I was apprehensive. It was just over two weeks since my procedure. I had tried jacking off in the shower just before I left for Florida. When I came, it felt like someone had stuck a hot knife in my groin and slowly twisted it. On the zero to ten pain scale, I rated it a nine or ten. It was the most intense pain I had felt in my life, and I was afraid of a repeat. Traveling to Florida had been tiring. I'd been required to make a three-hour presentation at the review, and it left me exhausted. Still, I felt a lot better than I had the last time I tried sex. I had to try.

She came out in a bathrobe and switched off the lights. The moon was up and provided enough light for me to see her naked body when she dropped the robe. She pulled the covers off of me and straddled my hips. She leaned over and kissed me. It was a long kiss, and it gave me time to explore her lithe body. Her generous breasts more than filled my large hands. I explored their softness and weight as she moaned into my mouth. My fingers found her nipples, and she groaned when I gently tugged them. I slid a hand down her back to cup her ass. I squeezed her athletic ass before dipping my fingers into her very wet pussy from behind.

My wife has a nicely trimmed bush but refuses to shave completely. In her opinion, guys who like women with little girl pussies are perverts. I guess I'm a pervert because I was captivated by Cathy's bare pussy.

Her body jerked when I brushed my other hand down her taut abdomen and found her clit. My fingertips danced across her sensitive nub. She was rubbing her nipples across my chest when I began thrusting my middle finger into her warm vagina while stroking her clit with my other hand.

After a couple of minutes, Cathy's body began to shake. "Oh God, oh God, oh, oh, ah, ah fuck..."

I held her body trapped between my two hands as she jerked and shook. She groaned as I kept moving my hands slowly, drawing out her orgasm. She jerked one last time before sliding down my body. She grabbed my erection through my boxer shorts. She played with my cock a moment before grabbing the waistband and pulling my shorts down my legs. Her hand found my cock again. She looked into my eyes as she gave it a few slow strokes. I was breathing hard but not showing any signs of pain.

She lowered her mouth to my cock and licked around the head. She continued slowly stroking my cock. I groaned when her other hand found my balls and caressed them lightly. My hand found the back of her head as she lowered her mouth down my cock. Her tongue licked my shaft for a moment before she began working her lips up and down my erection. Her hand gripped my cock tight and matched the movement of her lips. She wrapped her other hand around my cock as well and worked them in opposite directions while sucking the head of my dick. I buried my face in the pillow and screamed as I orgasmed. The pain in my groin was intense.

Cathy held my shaking body and cried, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Babe, I'm so sorry."

When the pain subsided, I said, "I'm getting better. That was only a six or a seven on the pain scale. Maybe in a few days, we can actually try fucking."

I almost said make a baby but caught myself in time. I was pretty sure saying that would qualify as breaking the fantasy. Cathy was my mistress. The woman I wanted to make a baby with was my wife Jean, and she was supposed to be in California. No way I was going to lose our bet just because of a little pain.

Cathy kissed me and said, "Babe, there is no need to rush. We have all of the time in the world."

I said, "Meanwhile, I'm happy to take care of your needs. I love watching you react to my touch. Did I ever tell you the joke about the old man who married a very young woman."

I am six years older than my wife who is twenty-nine. Sometimes I joke about it. Maybe it bothers me, but my wife claims it doesn't matter to her at all.

She said, "No I haven't, but please stop worrying about being older."

I said, "Ok, I'm not worried. I'm thrilled to be married to a child."

She punched my arm.

I said, "Just for that I'm going to finish the joke. So, the old man's young wife was worried about him and convinced him to go to the doctor for his first visit in ages. The old man's vital signs were excellent. The doctor asked him the reason for his visit. The old man replied that he had just gotten married, and his wife was concerned about their sex life. The doctor told the old man to show him his sex organ. The old man held up his middle finger and stuck out his tongue."

My wife looked at me perplexed for a moment before groaning.

I said, "The point is my finger and tongue still work. I love you and will do my best to keep you satisfied."

Cathy gave me a hug and whispered, "I love you too. Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow could be exhausting with all of the parties. Good night."

***


Jean and the Great Beach Charade Ch. 02

I woke up late Sunday morning to the sound of my alarm. I felt hungover and disoriented. The thought of getting out of bed and going to work was repulsive. I lay on my back with my eyes closed hoping for a couple of minutes of peace before I had to get up. The peaceful sounds of waves breaking on the beach didn't make any sense. I cracked open an eye and realized I was in our hotel room in Florida. Even with the curtains drawn, the room was sunlit. The strange buzzing continued. I looked next to me and saw my wife lying on her back with her eyes closed. Her mouth hung open, and she was breathing deeply. Her pale body was covered up to her stomach by the sheet. Her knees were raised, and her legs were spread wide. I stared at her erect nipples encircled by her pink areolas. Her generous breasts were exposed and jiggling from the movement of her hands under the sheet. Her breathing quickened, and I could tell she was close. Unfortunately, I ruined everything when I sneezed.

Her eyes flew open, and she said, "Oh my God, you're awake and watching me."

I laughed, "It's a beautiful sight to wake up to."

"Oh fuck, I'm so embarrassed."

"Babe, I'm a man. We masturbate all of the time. It's no big deal. Well, Ok, I'll admit it. It was pretty damn hot watching you. Go ahead you can finish. I'll leave if you want privacy."

My wife shook her head, and the buzzing stopped. She sighed and pulled her hands from under the sheet. She held a white vibrator glistening with her juices. She wiped off the vibrator and put it in the drawer of the bed stand.

She was still for a moment before saying, "Sorry, I'm not in the mood now."

I kissed her and asked, "I'm sorry to spoil it for you. I know I left you high and dry last night."

My wife smiled and said, "I'll be all right."

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm famished."

We found the hotel restaurant empty except for an elderly couple. The waitress said the hotel would be full by tonight with college students. There were a lot of students already in town, but you know kids. They are all sleeping late.

The pool was also deserted. We changed into our swimsuits and caught some sun by the pool. We both enjoyed reading and spent a few peaceful hours by the pool. When we got too warm, we swam laps. Around three, the pool started to fill up.

We headed back to our room. I walked out to the patio while Cathy visited the bathroom. All of the activity was on the beach. As far as the eye could see, the beach was covered by college kids lying on beach blankets, swimming, playing volleyball and trying to hook up. There was a crowd around the engineer's patio. Music was blaring from a pair of speakers. The guys had bought a keg. They were giving beer to the girls for free but charging the guys a couple of bucks for a large cup. I wandered over, and Wally handed me a cup of beer. I offered to pay, but he waved my money aside.

"The beer is free for our friends. Hey, do you think I could stash some of the drinks in your refrigerator? Not everyone likes beer and we don't want to disappoint the ladies."

"Sure, need a hand?"

I helped Wally load up our refrigerator. Cathy came out of the bathroom just as we finished. She was wearing only her bikini and flip-flops.

Wally said, "Cathy, can we interest you in a drink? Robert and James are serving Margaritas."

Cathy was surprised when she saw the beach covered with students. We followed Wally as he worked his way to the engineers' room. Wally got me a beer from the keg on the patio. We headed into the kitchen and found James and Robert mixing drinks. They were happy to see Cathy and fell over each other getting her a Margarita. We leaned against the kitchen counter chatting with the three engineers. Fortunately, the counter was covered with appetizers. Cathy and I were hungry after swimming and proceeded to devour platefuls of junk food. We washed the food down with Margaritas and beer. I wasn't eager to fight my way to the keg and was happy to drink bottled beer from their frig.

I had to excuse myself to use their bathroom. I ignored the crudely written sign next to the hallway saying "No Admittance," and proceeded past the two bedrooms. I noticed a sock on the door of a partially closed bedroom door. After using the bathroom, I headed back to join my wife. I heard a moan from the bedroom and paused. I became aware of a slapping sound and smelled the unmistakable odor of sex. No one could see me in the hallway. I felt guilty as I peered through the crack. John was on the bed banging a leggy redhead doggy style. I could not pull myself away from the sight. I had never seen anyone fucking outside of a porn movie.

I got hard as I watched John's dick pound into her pussy. The girl's big tits were hanging down and wildly rocking back and forth. The girl was thrusting her hips back to meet John's thrusts. Every time his crotch slapped against her curvaceous ass, she emitted a squeak. Her squeals got louder and closer together. John's hand slipped around her hip and found her clit. The redhead buried her face in a pillow and screamed. John continued pounding his cock into her dripping pussy. His strokes got shorter and faster.

The girl pulled her head out of the pillow and yelled, "Fuck me, fuck me harder."

She started squeaking again as his hand flew across her clit faster and faster. She screamed into the pillow again. Her vagina must have squeezed his cock hard. John grunted. He held her ass tight against his crotch as his body shook.

I walked back to the kitchen and found Cathy sitting across James' lap at the dining table. Her arms were wrapped around his head and shoulders. She was giving him advanced kissing lessons. She either didn't see me or was ignoring me. I noticed one of James' hands caressing her partially covered ass. She didn't seem to mind the liberties he was taking. If anything she seemed to be encouraging him.

The kitchen was crowded, so I worked my way to the patio and got a beer from the keg. I was staring at the kids playing volleyball. The girls were mostly topless and gorgeous. I was amazed at the variety of breast types. I've had five or six girlfriends in my life depending on how you count. I've experienced everything from small girls with huge mammaries, skinny girls with small buds and large nipples to women like my wife with generous breasts that are more than a handful for my bigger than average hands. I loved all of them. I refuse to discuss cup sizes because I believe in loving the one you are with. Breast size just doesn't matter nearly as much as what goes on in their heads. If the women you love loves you back, you are the king of your realm.

After watching a couple of games of bouncing breasts, I went back inside. Cathy was now sitting in Robert's lap and kissing him. She was facing the patio door and briefly glanced at me. Two hands grabbed my bare chest from behind, and I felt a pair of naked breasts press against my back. I turned around to see the redhead John had been fucking grinning at me. She was wearing only a G-string bottom, a conch neckless and a smile. I couldn't figure out why there was a magic marker hanging from her necklace. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. We danced for a minute with our lips locked together. I spun her around and saw Cathy staring at us.

Cathy turned around in Robert's lap and straddled him. I watched as she ground her hips against his crotch. It looked like a lap dance to me. I grabbed the redhead's ass and broke our kiss.

I said, "Hey babe, what's up?"

She giggled and said, "Nothing much. I just want to fuck you."

The redhead was nothing if not direct. My cock was hard, and her rubbing against it was making me harder.

I looked over the redhead's shoulder at Cathy. Her eyes fixed on mine as she ground her body against the engineer. He was wearing only a skimpy Speedo, and Cathy's fingers were rubbing his chest. His hand was caressing the bottom of her bikini between her ass and pussy. I moved a hand up to cup one of the redhead's pert breasts.

I said, "You don't even know me. I'm at least fourteen years older than you. Why would you want to fuck me?"

The redhead laughed, "It doesn't matter. It counts just the same."

"Counts?"

She pointed to a dozen or so tic marks on her thigh. That explained the magic marker. She said, "It's a sorority game."

I held up my hand to show my wedding ring and said, "Sorry, you're fantastic, but I'm married. I'd never cheat on my wife."

The redhead said, "If you change your mind, I'll be around."

She headed off to collect another trophy, and I looked over to check on Cathy. Her legs were wrapped around Robert's body, and her hips were twisting against his Speedo covered cock. The engineer was breathing hard, and he had a crazed look on his face. I watched in amazement as his body went rigid and he groaned before he rested his head on her shoulder. Cathy held him for a while before getting up and walking over to the kitchen counter. Robert made a beeline for the bathroom. Cathy asked John for another Margarita and drank it straight down.

She took my hand and led me back to our room. She closed the patio door and drew the curtains. She stared at me as she took off her bikini. I watched her sit down on the couch and spread her legs.

She looked at me through half open eyes and said, "You can't believe how horny I am. I'm used to having regular sex and it's been weeks since we did it. The sun, the booze and especially all of the naked flesh are driving me crazy. I need you desperately. I need you to go down on me now. I need your tongue licking my pussy. Get busy, mister."

I dropped to my knees between her spread legs and kissed my way up the tender inside of her thigh. I kissed around her moist pussy and worked my way down her other thigh. My hands slipped under her ass cheeks, and I lowered my face to her pussy. I inhaled the sweet smell of her sex as I licked along the outside of her pussy lips. She had her hands entwined in my hair as she tried to pull my mouth to her hungry pussy.

"Did you like watching your sexy girlfriend giving Robert a lap dance? Did you see him rubbing my pussy? I know he came in his swim suit. Did you know James had never kissed a girl before in his life? I just had to give him lessons. I'll bet the boys loved watching me shake my breasts yesterday to prove that my tits wouldn't fall out of my bra."

"Oh God, I love watching you tease those horny engineers. I love listening to you talk dirty. My wife never talks when we're having sex. Damn, you are so hot. I love my sexy girlfriend."

Cathy groaned and wrapped her legs around my neck to keep me trapped against her sweet tasting sex. My middle finger was slowly thrusting into her wet vagina. I was nibbling on her pussy lips, but I had carefully avoided touching her clit. I licked up her slit but stopped just short of her sensitive little nub. Cathy was intensely aroused, but I wanted to see how long I could keep her on the edge. My hands were cupping her ass cheeks, and my thumbs were on either side of her engorged pussy lips. I held her tight to keep her from pulling my face against her eager pussy.

"Please, Steve, please I need to come. Oh God, please lick my clit."

I pulled my finger from her pussy and licked her juices from it as I stared into her crazed eyes.

"Soon baby, soon. First, I want to hear you talk dirty some more. I loved watching you kiss Robert and James. You got so turned on grinding against Robert's cock. How far are you going to go with these horny engineers? I'll bet they'd love to see your gorgeous tits. There so much prettier than the ones the college girls are displaying. I don't think they could handle it if they saw you spread open like this."

I spread her pussy lips wide open and pushed my tongue into her vagina. Her hands started shaking on the back of my head so I backed off. I blew against her wet pussy. Her juices were flowing out of her vagina and running down her ass. Her hips were trying to thrust against an imaginary cock. I slipped my finger back into her pussy.

"I could flash my tits for them. Oh hell, we used to go skinny dipping in college. I could go topless if you think you'd enjoy watching them ogle my breasts. Would you like to watch them caressing my breasts? I saw the look in their eyes when I was bending over last night shaking my body. I'll bet they'd love to suck my tits. Is that what you'd like to see?"

Damn, she was getting me hard. If she kept it up, I was going to blow my load without even touching my cock.

"Oh yeah, Babe, I'd love to see the boys sucking on your gorgeous tits. I saw Robert rubbing your pussy. I know he wants to fuck you. Hell, they'd all like to fuck my sexy girlfriend."

"Oh God, Steve, do you want to watch them fuck me? Is that what you want? Robert has a big cock. I could feel it when I was dancing in his lap. Do you want him to stick it in me? His big, nasty cock would stretch me so much, I'd never be the same. Maybe you could get him to stick it in my ass. I know you've always wanted to do me in the ass. How about I let Robert take my virgin ass? Would that excite you?"

Oh God, my cock was so hard. I needed release so bad, but I was afraid of a repeat of yesterday's pain. However, Cathy's gorgeous body was impossible to resist, and I planned to fuck her as soon as she had her orgasm. I lowered my head and licked her clit. My thumb began thrusting hard into her sopping vagina. I could tell she was getting close by her labored breathing.

"Oh God, yes, right there, right there. Lick me. Lick my clit. I'm so close..."

The patio door slid open, and Wally ducked around the curtain into the living room. Cathy jumped off of the couch so fast, her swinging legs almost took off my head. She ran down the hall to the bathroom. The only thing Wally saw was her lovely ass as she disappeared into the bathroom and slammed the door.

John, Robert, James and the redhead followed Wally into the room. They all grabbed a beer from my refrigerator and sat down. I noticed Amber had added a couple of tic marks to her tanned thigh.

Wally said, "The keg is dry, and we ran out of everything else. The crowd was getting rowdy, so we closed up our room and decided to hide out here. I hope you don't mind. It's like Halloween when you run out of candy and turn out the lights."

I took a beer from Wally and assured him it was cool.

John said, "It's getting late and thought we would head over to The Club. It's the place we told you about. It has a live band and a big dance floor. You and Cathy should join us. It's a short walk down the beach. I should warn you there will be so many drunk, horny chicks there that even James and Robert can score."

I said, "Cathy lives to dance. I may need some volunteers to dance with my girlfriend since I'm still recovering from a little medical procedure. I'm probably only good for a few dances."

Robert and James were too tongue-tied to reply, but they grinned and nodded their agreement.

John said, "I'd be glad to help. Wally is kind of tied up with Amber."

I said, "Amber?"

The redhead was sitting on Wally's lap with her lips locked on his. He pushed her back and said, "I thought the two of you already met. Steve, this is Amber. Amber, this Steve. This is his hotel room. He's on vacation with his girlfriend, Cathy."

Amber said, "Hi."

She stared at my wedding on my hand and said, "John, I think you mean his wife."

I laughed and said, "No, he's right. Cathy is my girlfriend. My wife wasn't interested in coming along."

John said, "So is she your mistress?"

"Nothing that serious. Cathy is just a cool chick who likes to have a good time. She is also a lawyer and works with my wife, but they are as different as night and day. I met her at my wife's office picnic. My wife is too serious, so Cathy and I were a team in all of the games at the picnic. You can get close to someone in a three-legged race or twister. Luckily for me, Cathy happened to be available when my wife said she had too much work to go on a vacation."

Amber said, "Are you going to leave your wife."

I shook my head, "No, no, no, I love my wife. Cathy is just a casual fling."

Amber said, "So you didn't mind her flirting with Robert and James?"

"Oh hell no. It comes with the territory. Cathy is a free woman who loves to flirt. I don't care as long as everyone is happy."

Amber said, "Are you comfortable with her going beyond flirting? That was a pretty sexy lap dance she was giving Robert. What if she wanted to have sex with someone else? Would you be comfortable with that?"

Her questions were making me uncomfortable. Of course, I didn't want my wife to sleep around, but I couldn't admit she was my wife. If I confessed, I would lose my bet with my wife. Maybe the charade was getting out of hand, but I decided to double down. I had faith in my wife.

I said, "Like I said, she is a free woman, and I have no claims on her. As long as it's consensual, I have no problems with her having sex. Women have just as much right as men to play around."

I said, "Let me check on Cathy. She's been in the bathroom a long time."

I went back and knocked on the bathroom door. Why anyone would design a suite where you had to walk through the living room to get to the bedroom, I'll never know.

Cathy said, "I can't come out. I'm naked. How long are they going to stay?"

"They ran out of beer and are hiding here until the crowd disappears. What's wrong with wrapping yourself in a towel?"

"All of the towels are gone. We took them to the pool. I thought they would bring new towels when they cleaned the room, but they haven't been around yet. Can you get me something to wear?"

"Sure, babe. I'll be right back."

I grabbed the first things I saw. Cathy's beach wrap was draped over a chair, and a pair of bikini panties were lying on the bed. I passed them to her through the bathroom door.

Cathy hissed, "God, Steve, sometimes you are useless."

"What's the problem? The guys all saw you in your skimpy bikini. You only have to walk to the bedroom, and the lights are low. The wrap covers everything."

Cathy opened the bathroom door and said, "Fine."

Wally had been busy in the kitchen and had mixed a vodka tonic for Cathy. He handed it to her as soon as she got to the living room.

Wally said, "I understand you like to dance. The Club has a live band and a large dance floor. It's a short walk, and we are headed out soon. We'd love to have you and Steve join us. Hell, if Steve cannot satisfy you on the dance floor, we have several volunteers to dance with you. I promise we'll behave."

Cathy's eyes lit up at the mention of dancing. She had been dancing since she could walk and she lived to dance. It was the only major incompatibility between us. I can dance to rock, but I have two left feet when it comes to any kind of formal dancing.

Cathy said, "Give me a minute to change."

Wally said, "Why? I know you're a classy older lady, but you're already overdressed as it is. Hell, it's only the beginning of Spring Break, and half of the girls are already topless. A lot of the girls at The Club will be dancing in their G-strings. Just check out Amber."

Cathy's eyes flashed at the older lady comment. She couldn't argue with the fact that Amber was standing there wearing only a tiny G-string, a conch neckless and a smile.

She looked at me and asked, "What do you think? Do you want me to go out in public wearing nothing more than a beach wrap and bikini panties?"

"I think Wally's right. You saw all of the topless girls at the guy's party, and you're better looking than all of them. You look fantastic just the way you are. Besides, you have five guys and Amber to watch your back. Relax and enjoy yourself. If I wanted an uptight companion, I would have brought my wife."

Cathy glared at me and retied her wrap. She said, "Fine. Don't be upset when I enjoy myself. I just hope I don't get too tired dancing to entertain you later."

John said, "I think we could all use a boost, and I have just the thing."

John pulled a case out of his swimsuit pocket. He lit a joint and handed it to Cathy. The joint made it around the circle twice. It was the same strong weed we had smoked before. I felt a rush of energy from the speed soon after I took my first hit. I was flying after the second toke.

Cathy said, "Let's get this show on the road. I have a serious urge to dance my ass off."

Everyone scrambled to their feet and made for the door.

Cathy said, "Is it far? Can I walk barefoot?"

Wally said, "It's maybe ten minutes, and it's right on the beach. It's sand all of the way there so barefoot is fine."

Cathy ducked into our room and returned with a pair of high heels in a bag. She said, "Ready."

We managed to find a table near the dance floor at The Club. A waitress took our drink orders, but Cathy didn't wait. Cathy slipped on her heels and dragged me onto the dance floor. The band was playing a cover of 'I'm So Excited' by the Pointer Sisters. Cathy indulged my limited free-form dance skills. We bounced around the floor to the wild beat. After the third song, I was exhausted, and I had a pain in my side. Cathy led me back to the table to exchange me for a younger and fitter partner. She barely took the time to throw back a shot of tequila and chug half of a beer. She grabbed Wally and headed back to dance.

I sat down with Robert and James to watch Cathy and Wally on the dance floor. He took my wife into his arms as the band covered the sensual 'Let's Stay Together' by Tina Turner. I was impressed with the band and their female vocalist. I was even more impressed with Wally's dance skills. I was well aware of Cathy's abilities, but Wally was a good match. As they danced, Cathy pressed her body tight against Wally's muscular frame. James inhaled sharply when Wally held Cathy from behind. One hand was on her hip guiding her, but his other hand had slipped inside the top of her wrap. James whistled when Wally quickly slid his hand up to cup her breasts. When he spun her around, her wrap flew up flashing her white panties. I lost them for a while as the dance floor filled up.

James said, "Your girlfriend is an awesome dancer. I wish I knew how to dance."

At the end of the set, Wally led my wife back to the table. His arm was around her waist, and she was leaning against him. Her body was glowing with a sheen of sweat. Her wrap was damp and clinging to her. Normally the sides of the beach wrap overlapped and were held in together by a cloth belt. The dancing had loosened the sides of her beach wrap. She was showing a strip of bare, sweaty flesh all of the ways down to her taut stomach and belly button. The sides of her heaving breasts were showing. It looked like the only things holding the sides of the wrap in place were her erect nipples.

Cathy and Wally sat down and grabbed the shots of tequila I had ordered for them. Both of them chugged a beer after the shot.

Cathy looked at me and said, "Thanks for letting me dance with Wally. He's a lot of fun, but it's hot work."

A DJ was playing David Bowie's Let's Dance. I hadn't paid much attention to the two cages hanging above each end of the bar. A go-go dancer climbed into each of them, and the cages were raised.

Robert said, "Awesome."

Cathy said, "They're pretty enough, but they're not very good dancers."

John said, "You think you could do better?"

Cathy started to reply, but Wally said, "No doubt about it."

When the band returned from break, Cathy winked at me and said, "I think it's Robert and James turn. Come on guys, dance with an old lady."

The two nerds tried to get out of it, but Cathy ignored their excuses. I have a feeling neither of them had ever danced before. My wife had taught dance at a summer camp during high school. She was used to luring reluctant campers onto the dance floor. The last time she taught was the summer after high school. She told me that all of the boys had a crush on her that summer. She didn't know why, but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with her being a late bloomer. I can imagine the boys being captivated by her newly developed breasts. Dancing close together with your head at the level of your teacher's generous breasts would arouse any boy.

Cathy cleverly started her lesson at our table; she was all too aware of how terrifying the dance floor can be for a beginner.

She said, "The first point about dancing is listening to the music and letting your body move with the rhythm."

She had one of the young men on each side with her arms around their waists. She swayed their bodies to the beat before adding some simple footwork. I was surprised they got comfortable moving with her so quickly. After a few minutes, she led them out to the edge of the dance floor. I thought they were in trouble when the band covered the Eurythmics' song 'Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This).' Cathy pulled James into her arms and put his hands on her hips. She looked over her shoulder and said something to Robert. He stepped up and put his arms around her waist from behind. She encouraged Robert to get closer, and he pressed his groin against my wife's ass. The three of them began grinding their bodies against each other to the languid rhythm of the Eurythmics' song.

Wally was now dancing with Amber, so John and I were left to work on a pitcher of beer.

John said, "Whoa, I cannot believe my nerdy roommates are dancing with your girlfriend. Robert's hand is inside of Cathy's wrap, and James has his hand on her fucking ass. No way, man. Awesome."

I watched spellbound as my wife swayed between the guys with her eyes closed. Her head was tilted back against Robert's chest as the big engineer caressed her bare breast under the wrap. James also had his hands under her wrap squeezing her panty covered ass. The band played the Pointer Sisters 'Jump (For My Love)', and Cathy had the boys hopping around the floor with their arms in the air.

Cathy kept the young men on the floor for several songs before leading them back to the table. She adjusted her top to cover a nipple that had somehow gotten exposed. Robert and James were bubbling over with excitement. I had the waitress set up tequila shots for the sweaty dancers. Cathy downed hers in one swig. She grabbed my beer and finished off my nearly full glass.

I said, "Cathy, how are you doing? I know you're still jet-lagged. If you're getting tired, I can walk you back to our room."

Cathy laughed, "Funny thing but I am not tired anymore. Dancing always gets me excited. I think I can go for hours."

I notice she was slurring her words and said, "You might want to pace your drinking then."

"Oh, I am. I've been careful to limit myself to two drinks an hour."

"Maybe you are if you count the shot of tequila and the beer as one drink. The way I count it, you are doing four drinks an hour when a slender woman like you can only metabolize one drink an hour."

"Oh Steve, you scientists are such killjoys. Come on dance with me."

I went out on the floor with her for an energetic dance. I begged off on a second dance, and Cathy grabbed Wally. The band was playing Michael Jackson's 'Billie Jean.' Wally had one hand on her beautiful ass, and the other slipped inside her top to clasp her breast.

The DJ made an announcement at the end of the song. "We are going to hold a go-go dance contest while the band takes a break. We have been watching the ladies dance, and we have selected the two best dancers to compete. Ladies, please don't let us down."

A spotlight swept across the dance floor and stopped on a short, curvy brunette. She was wearing only a skimpy bikini with a silver necklace hanging between her ample cleavage. The crowd cheered as the brunette jumped into the air and pumped her fist, "Yes!"

John said, "That's Kimberly. She's the hottest cheerleader at Alabama and naturally she's dating the quarterback, Brent."

The DJ said, "Please head over to one of the cages."

The spotlight swept around the room again and stopped on Cathy. She put her hand to her mouth and shook her head no.

I yelled, "Come on Cathy. Don't let your nerdy fans down."

The crowd laughed and began yelling encouragement. Wally whispered in her ear, and she waved her hand to accept the challenge. She got in the remaining cage, and both cages were raised. The DJ began playing Madonna's 'Lucky Star,' and the women danced to the beat in their high heels. Both women were awesome dancers and had beautiful bodies. Kimberly's skimpy swimsuit gave her a slight edge. The spotlight behind Cathy's cage silhouetted her body through the gossamer wrap. Her bare breasts jiggled delightfully under her nearly transparent wrap.

Halfway through the song, the Kimberly went for the kill. She removed her top and shook her gorgeous breasts to the enthusiastic roar of the crowd. I wondered how Cathy would respond. Someone yelled take it off, and the crowd took up the chant. To be honest, I'm not sure which girl they were trying to encourage, but Cathy untied her wrap and dropped the sheer garment to the bottom of the cage. My stunning wife resumed dancing wearing nothing except for her sweaty white bikini panties that clung to her body. She barely got going when the song ended.

I thought it was all over for Cathy, but the crowd wanted more. The DJ selected 'Borderline' from the same album. After dancing to the song for a few bars, Cathy bent over at the waist with her trim ass facing the crowd. She grabbed the bars of the cage and performed a sexy bump and grind. She followed with a vigorous shaking of her hanging breasts. It was a repeat of the bra test experiment she had performed for us the night before only this time she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts glistened with sweat as they jiggled unfettered to the delight of the roaring throng. She jumped into the air and spun around to face the crowd. She repeated the movements with breasts shaking in full view.

Cathy looked over at the brunette to see how she would respond. Kimberly hooked her thumbs in her bikini bottom and started to ease the skimpy garment down her ass. I looked at Cathy and saw her pushing her panties slowly down matching the brunette inch for inch. I think the DJ got nervous about violating local ordinances.

The DJ yelled, "We have a winner!"

The spotlight swung over to Cathy, and the crowd roared its approval. As the cages were lowered to the floor, a big guy with platinum blond hair grabbed Cathy's wrap and stuffed it into his already bulging speedo. The DJ gave Cathy a beer mug engrave with the words, "The Club Spring Break 1984 Go-Go Dance Contest First Place."

After she had collected her reward, she marched over to the guy who had taken her wrap. He looked like a handsome Nordic god. He towered over my wife despite her high heels. He easily outweighed me by fifty pounds. He kept shaking his head as Cathy pleaded for her wrap. She paused and glared at the jerk. He leaned over and said something in her ear. She shook her head no. He shrugged his broad shoulders and walked over to a table crowded with even bigger guys. I figured it must be the front line of the Alabama football team.

Cathy came storming over to our table. Robert and James had been keeping me company. John and Amber had also joined us to watch the dance contest. Wally had been with us, but he had made a beeline to talk to the brunette who lost the go-go contest.

The waitress had just brought over a tray of tequila shots and a new pitcher of beer. The waitress said, "Is this where the winner of the go-go contest is sitting? These drinks are on the house."

We started to congratulate Cathy on her win, but she yelled, "The fucking asshole said he won't give me my wrap unless I dance a set with him. Who does he think he is?"

John said, "He's Brent, the quarterback for Alabama. It looks like he has half of the football team with him. I'd like to help, but I don't think my negotiating skills are going to be much use."

Cathy said, "Steve, are you going to just sit there?"

"I can go chat with Brent, but if he didn't succumb to your charms, I'm not going to have much success. Why not just dance with him? I know Robert and James will be disappointed, but seriously, I don't mind if you dance with him. Hell, he's gorgeous, and you like to dance. Where's the downside in having a little fun?"

"In case you didn't notice, I'm only wearing a pair of wet panties. Do you really want your girlfriend dancing half nude with an over-sexed football player."

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, you are overdressed. Amber only has on a tiny g-string and half of the women in the club are now topless. So what's the big deal? It's a public place and besides we have your back."

Cathy was furious. She glared at me and said, "Fine, be an asshole. Don't be surprised if I spend the rest of the night dancing with the jocks."

She grabbed a shot of tequila and tossed it back. She glared at me for a second and before tossing back another shot and washing it down with a beer. I was an idiot and laughed as Cathy stormed away. She marched up to the table of football players and grabbed the quarterback's hand. He grinned as she pulled him to the dance floor. The band hadn't returned from their break, and the DJ was still spinning records. Lionel Richie's 'All Night Long,' had just started, and the quarterback wasted no time demonstrating his dance skills. He put his arm around my wife's waist and spun her around the floor. I was impressed at how well they danced together. My wife was even smiling by the time the band came back out for another set.

The band's first number was the Pointer Sisters, 'Jump (For My Love).' Cathy put her arms in the air and began bouncing around the dance floor with her muscular blond partner. I got hard watching my wife's bare breasts bounce to the frantic beat. I was pretty sure that the bulge in Brent's tight Speedo was more than my wife's wrap. Both dancers were gasping for air at the end of the number. Cathy leaned against his chest with her arm around his shoulder and laughed at something her partner said.

The band played a slower number next. It was a cover of Tina Turner's 'Let's Stay Together.' Brent put his hand on my wife's waist, and they began slow dancing. Her arm was still around his neck, and her head was resting on his shoulder. Her gorgeous breasts were mashed against his bare chest. As they danced his hand moved to the small of her back. His hand slid lower and lower until he was cupping Cathy's athletic ass. My wife's body was pressed tight against her partner. He must have taken her lack of any objection as consent. He squeezed her ass through her sweaty panties before slipping his fingers down the back of her panties. His hand was now clutching her bare ass. He leaned down to her ear and said something. She shook her head. He leaned down again and she tilted her head back and laughed.

Cathy looked over at our table for a moment before he maneuvered her toward the back of the dance floor. I lost sight of them and became nervous. I got up from the table and headed to the back of the room. I had to walk around the crowded dance floor so it took some time. I saw the couple briefly through the crowd. Brent's hand moved under her panties, and Cathy's body jerked. She rose up onto her toes for a moment as if trying to escape his probing fingers. She pulled her head off of his shoulder and stared into his eyes. His other hand was behind her head, and he pulled her mouth towards his and kissed her long and hard. She melted into his arms, and I lost sight of them in the crowd.

I had a hard time working myself through the crowd at the bar. By the time I reached the back of the club, they were nowhere in sight. I looked around frantically. I thought they must have gone down a hallway labeled employees only. I checked a storeroom, but it was empty. The only other choice was an emergency exit. I rushed outside and waited for my eyes to adjust to the moonlight. There was no one in sight. I went around a corner of the building and paused.

I saw Cathy and Brent about twenty feet away on a wooden deck kissing in the moonlight. I was standing in the shadow of an overhang and was fairly certain they couldn't see me. Brent had my wife pressed against the wall of the club. His hand was now down the front of her panties. The elastic snapped, and the soaking wet panties slid part off of her hips. His other hand was caressing her breast. I hesitated because Cathy wasn't struggling. Her hand was around his neck, and she was returning his kiss. Her hips were gyrating around his finger buried in her wet pussy. I was excited and curious about how far she would let the big jock go.

The band took a break. The set was over. Technically, my wife had danced the set Brent had demanded in exchange for her wrap. I could now hear them talking, and I was pleased to hear my wife ask for her wrap. Brent pulled away and tugged her wrap out of his Speedo. Instead of handing it to her, he tossed it over a nail several feet over his head.

Cathy looked up at her wrap. It was well out of her reach. She said, "What was that for?"

"It's for safe keeping. You can use one of these beach umbrella poles to get it down when we're done."

I hadn't paid any attention to the piles of umbrellas stacked against the wall. I carefully picked up one of the poles in case I needed a weapon.

Cathy said, "I had a lot of fun dancing with you, but the set is done and so are we."

I tensed to spring when I heard Brent say, "And I'm pretty sure we are just getting started."

"Brent, I'm a married woman. I don't play around."

Brent raised his hand up and brought his fingers to his lips. His index and middle fingers glistened in the moonlight.

Brent laughed, "My fingers say otherwise. I'll give you your wrap if you let me make love to you."

Brent stared at her as he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked my wife's nectar from them.

"Damn, you taste sweet."

Brent dropped to his knees and grabbed the waistband of my wife's panties. He stared into her eyes as he pulled her white panties to her feet. He lifted her feet one at a time and tossed the ruin panties aside. He pushed his nose into my wife's pussy and inhaled.

"You smell like heaven."

My wife's hands found the back of his head, and she pulled his mouth toward her wet pussy. The top of her moist thighs gleamed in the moonlight. Cathy moaned as Brent licked her engorged pussy lips. His thumbs spread her sex open, and he pressed his tongue deeper into her flowering folds. My wife's body writhed under his gentle assault. Brent was carefully avoiding her clit. I think he wanted her to beg for her release. Instead, he eased two fingers into her vagina. My wife wailed as he brushed his fingertips across her G-spot. I thought for sure she would orgasm instantly when he finally licked her clit. I had to admire the skill of the young quarterback. He had her on the edge and kept her there. I listened as her breathing quickened and he backed off time after time until finally, she begged for release.

"Oh God, Brent, please, please I have to cum. You're torturing me. I can't take it anymore."

Brent looked up at my wife and said, "When you tell me you want me to fuck you, I'll make you cum harder than you have ever cum in your life."

His mouth found her clit again. He sucked the sensitive nub between his lips and flicked his tongue over it a couple of times. He had pushed a couple of fingers back into her vagina, but he held them still. Her body was shaking with need. He leaned back and blew on her wet pussy waiting for her response. My wife's hips began thrusting her pussy against his fingers.

My wife moaned, "Please, Brent, I can't fuck you. Just let me cum and I'll get you off. I promise."

Brent stood up and kissed my wife hard. She whimpered as he teased her nipples, "Please don't stop."

Brent pushed his Speedo to his feet and kicked them away. I was shocked at the sight of erection. I had never seen one as large in real life. I may have seen bigger ones in porn movies, but lighting and the camera angle probably exaggerated the appearance. My wife would never let him stick that monster into her tight pussy. Then it hit me. We had been trying to have a baby for nearly two years, and my wife was not on birth control. Even worse, I knew her menstrual cycle intimately and had scheduled the vacation to coincide with the peak of her fertility. There was no way my wife would risk getting pregnant by a stranger.

My body trembled as I watched Brent take her hands and place them on his cock. My wife shivered as she stared at his erection. She looked mesmerized. Her hand slid down to the base and squeezed Brent's fat cock. Her other hand slowly slid up and down the length of his impossibly long cock. Her gentle touch encouraged it to get even longer. Brent moaned when Cathy's hand cupped his balls. She moved her hand back to the base of his cock and grabbed the middle of it in her other hand. It looked like she would need four hands to cover all of it. She twisted her hands in opposite directions, before sliding her hand to the tip of his cock. I watched in amazement as she captured a drop of precum and lifted it to her lips. She couldn't take her eyes off of his massive cock.

Brent whispered something in my wife's ear I couldn't hear, and she looked around nervously to see if they were alone. For a moment, she stared at the place where I was hiding in the shadows. I had been quiet, and I was sure she couldn't see me.

She looked him in the eye and after a moment she nodded, "You can't cum inside me. I'm not on birth control. You have to promise me you'll pull out."

Brent said, "Oh God, babe, I promise."

I listened in astonishment as I heard my wife moan, "You can fuck me, Brent. Please be gentle. You're so fucking big."

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take my time. It'll be worth it. No woman has ever complained after I've fucked them to heaven and back."

If I was going to object, this was my last chance. I hesitated because I hadn't heard any serious objections from my wife. To be honest, I was spellbound by the sight of my naked wife in the arms of another man. Most married men have a fantasy about watching their wife fuck another man. I didn't view Brent as a serious challenge, but the prospect of seeing this young man stick his massive cock into my wife's tight pussy had me enthralled. I was a child of the sixties and all of the free love talk. If he pulled out, as he promised, what would be the problem with that? I was confident of her love.

Brent leaned forward, and my wife placed the tip of his erection against her vagina. He thrust his hips, and my wife shrieked. She squirmed as quarterback pushed into her. He seemed to be having problems finding the right angle as he labored to get the head of his monstrous cock into my wife's tight pussy. He bent down to change the angle and pushed again. He made a little progress before he cursed in frustration and pulled out. I could see the first couple of inches of his fat cock glistening in the moonlight. A string of mucus looped from the head of his massive penis to my wife's vagina. The string glimmered in the moonlight like a diamond necklace.

He reached down and grabbed her knee that was farthest from me. He lifted her leg up, and I had a brief glimpse of her wet pussy before he thrust his fat cock back in. I gasped at the sight of his long cock sliding part way into her vagina.

My wife wailed over and over, "Oh God, oh God, oh God..."

Brent paused to let her adjust to the invasion. When my wife stopped yammering, he eased his cock out until just the tip was parting the lips of her vagina. His fingers caressed her breast for a moment before his fingers clasped her erect nipple. She screamed as he twisted her nipple hard. She didn't even notice he had slammed his cock back into her pussy. His cruel trick had buried another two inches of his fat meat in her tight pussy.

My wife's hips squirmed around his cock and she cried, "Oh God, I can't take it. You'll rip me wide open. You have to take it out."

Again he paused until her cries subsided. His hands cupped her ass, and he lifted her off of the ground.

Suddenly she screamed and frantically tried to push his hands away from her ass. My wife is obstinate when it comes to any anal contact during sex. Once, I simply touched her little rosebud during sex, and she refused to have sex with me for a week. I even tried showing her a porn movie with anal sex to show her that people enjoy it. She ran out of the room and told me I was nasty.

"Not in my ass you filthy bastard. Get your finger out. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, you nasty, dirty fucker."

My wife had her arms around the quarterback's neck trying to pull herself away from his probing finger. She twisted her hips to escape the finger Brent had buried in her ass. As she struggled to escape, Brent's cock kept sliding deeper into her wet pussy. She screamed and fought harder to escape the two-pronged attack. He stopped thrusting his finger into her ass when she bottomed out on his cock. I stared in amazement. My wife had taken all of that horrendous cock. Her body trembled in his arms from the tremendous strain she had endured. Brent waited patiently for her to adjust to his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. His finger was still shoved up her ass.

"Oh God, oh God, you're so fucking big."

"See, I told you that you could handle it. How does it feel to be stuffed with the biggest cock you'll ever see? Pretty fucking awesome, right? Don't get too attached to my cock. There are a lot of pretty women in the world, and I'm doing my best to satisfy them all."

The band started playing again, and I couldn't hear anything they said for a while. I watched as Brent very slowly dragged all but the tip of his glistening cock from her pussy. He leaned over and kissed my wife as he eased his cock back in just as slowly as he had pulled it out. After he had repeated his maddeningly slow thrusts for a couple of minutes, my wife became desperate. She shoved her hips forward as he eased back in. The next time he drove slowly into her vagina, she heaved her hips forward and back twice before he nailed her ass to the wall with a loud thump. He pulled halfway out and let Cathy do all of the work. Her hips began to fly as her pussy attacked his cock. She dropped her hand down to her clit and rubbed it rapidly. She was intensely aroused and wasn't going to be denied her orgasm.

I accepted that it was my fault my wife was so horny. I had left her unsatisfied in the hotel room when Wally interrupted us. For the previous year and a half, my wife and I had enjoyed frequent sex trying to make a baby. My delayed recovery from my fertility procedure had left her without any release except for her faithful vibrator. On top of her long abstinence, she had consumed enough booze and weed tonight to remove any remaining restraints on her healthy libido.

Brent said something and shook his head. He pulled her hands from her clit and held them above her head in one of his massive hands. His middle finger from his other hand remained buried to the knuckles in her virgin ass. Cathy had gotten herself close to an orgasm from rubbing her clit, but now Brent held her motionless against the wall. She tried grinding her hips against his cock but it wasn't enough stimulation, and her arousal faded. Once her breathing calmed, Brent began thrusting again. This time, he used shorter faster strokes to drive my wife's ass hard against the aluminum siding with a repetitive bang. My wife's hips thrust back matching his rapid pace. When she got close again, Brent paused to let her arousal subside. He kept taking her to the edge and backing off.

When I looked at my watch, I realized Brent had been fucking my wife for nearly thirty minutes. I had stroked my cock and come hard while Brent first worked his cock into my wife's pussy. Now, I was hard again and running my hand slowly up and down my shaft. I was so excited watching my wife fuck the powerful quarterback, I quickly came again.

The band started playing a slow number, and I could now hear my wife pleas over the music. "Please, please, stop torturing me, you son of a bitch. God damn it, Brent, just fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I heard Brent laugh. He had overcome the last of my wife's resistance. He could do what he wanted to her. So he gave her what he wanted. He pounded his huge cock into her pussy hard driving her ass against the siding. My wife's hips thrust back against his enthusiastic fucking. This time, when her arousal rose, he fucked his fat cock into her harder. My wife started screaming in her eagerness to finish first. It was a race that Brent won. My wife didn't even come in second.

When he began grunting from the intense effort, my wife realized that he was getting close and yelled, "Pull out. Pull out. Please don't come inside me."

Brent laughed and groaned, "Too fucking late. Take it cunt, take my cum, take all of it."

The spell that had held me enthralled was broken. I sprung forward to save my wife. It was only twenty feet, but it felt like a mile. I heard Brent grunt and thrust his hips forward. His body shook twice before my shoulder plowed into his side. Brent went sprawling onto his back, and my wife slid to the deck. I watched his monstrous cock jerk around like a loose firehose. He shot rope after rope of thick cum into the air. I couldn't believe the quantity of cum he produced. Thank God, I had been in time.

He looked up at me standing over him holding the pole to a beach umbrella. He was bigger than me, but I was armed and furious.

I yelled, "Get your fucking cock away from my girlfriend, asshole."

Brent grabbed his Speedo and ran off. I turned to my wife and said, "I'm sorry. I should have stopped him sooner. That was too close."

My wife was slouched against the wall, and her body was shaking. Her hand was cupping her tender pussy. She stared at me in horror and said, "What do you mean close?"

I knew my wife hadn't put up much resistance, but I wanted to let her keep some shred of her honor. I said, "I have been looking all over for you. That arrogant prick was raping you, and he almost came inside you."

My wife moved her hand from bare pussy to reveal a large glob of Brent's cum oozing from her distended vagina. The big quarterback had shot at least one round of cum deep into her fertile womb. We both knew the danger involved. My wife buried her head in her hands and cried. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. She leaned against me with her knees spread. From where I sat, I could see massive amounts of Brent's cum continue to ooze out of my wife's gaping vagina. I couldn't believe how hard my cock was already. I felt her body shake with her sobs. I realized I was a complete asshole. I had let my fantasy overwhelm my better judgment. Now we were going to have to face the consequences.

When my wife stopped crying, she blubbered, "Steve, I'm sorry. Oh God, I'm sorry. It started so innocently. I just wanted my wrap. I was furious with you for not getting it from him. I know you were right not to fight a whole table of jocks, but I felt abandoned. I found dancing almost naked with him was exciting. I know he was excited too. I could feel his big cock grinding against my body. It all got out of hand when he pushed his hand down the back of my panties. I couldn't believe I let him do that out on the dance floor. Did you see him push his finger into my pussy? I think everyone saw me twisting my pussy around his fat finger. I got so aroused, I thought we were going to fuck right there on the dance floor. Still, when we went outside, I thought I could get away giving him a handjob in exchange for the wrap."

I said, "I saw most of it. I got hard watching the two of you dance. Brent's like a Nordic god, and you looked amazing out there. You looked excited when Brent fingered you. I told myself not to worry because you were in a crowd. Then he started moving you toward the back of the club. When I lost sight of you, I panicked. I went to look for you, but I couldn't find you. I came outside when I realized you weren't in the club. I came around the corner and saw the two of you kissing. He whispered something in your ear I couldn't hear. Then you agreed to let him fuck you. What did he say to change your mind?"

My wife stared down at cum still oozing from her pussy and shuddered. Her voice shook as she said, "Brent told me I would never get a chance to fuck a cock as big as his again. He said I would regret it to my dying day if I passed up my one chance at paradise. My God it was huge. It must be nearly twice as long as a normal cock, and it was so fat. He had gotten me so aroused fingering my pussy. I wanted to find out if I was woman enough to take his huge cock. I was excited to see what it felt like to be stuffed with such a humongous piece of meat. I thought he was sincere when he promised to pull out. I told myself it would be alright if he pulled out. I know it was wrong, but I lied to myself anyway."

"So what did it feel like? Was it as exciting as it looked? He fucked you forever, and you seemed to be in a frenzy. You were even begging him to fuck you harder. God, I can't believe you took all of that huge cock inside of you."

My wife said, "It felt strange being so stuffed. He was so big; I think I have an idea what it must feel like to give birth. It didn't feel as nice as a normal cock, but at least he knew how to use it. The bastard kept bringing me to the edge and then backing off. That was why I was yelling at him. In the end, he left me unsatisfied. The asshole didn't give a shit about me or his promise to pull out."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do until you yelled at him to pull out."

"I can't believe you watched us fucking. Oh God, I'm such a stupid slut. How can you ever forgive me?"

"It's not your fault. If anyone is to blame, it's me. I should never have made you dance with that arrogant prick. I should have stopped him as soon as I found you. Please don't blame yourself. We'll be Ok."

"Oh God, Steve, it's not going to be Ok. I'm at the height of my fertile period, and he pumped me full of his fucking sperm. I just know he got me pregnant. I'm going to have that arrogant prick's baby. I won't make you raise Brent's kid. When we get back home, I'll give you a divorce. I won't fight it. You can even have the house. You'll never have to see this dumb whore again."

"Damn it, babe. I love you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you too much to ever let you go. It's Ok, baby, we'll work through this."

My wife looked at me for a while. She shook her head and said, "You love me blindly and maybe too much for your own good. I tried to warn you before you married me. Now that you've seen what a slut I am, you should cut your losses and run away as fast as you can."

My cheeks were wet as I pleaded with my wife, "Babe, you were totally honest with me when we met. I knew you were a lot more experienced than me going into our marriage. I loved how you patiently taught me how to please a woman. I've loved every moment of every day with you. How can I blame you for tonight when I stood there stroking my cock while he fucked you? If he got you pregnant, we will find a way together to deal with the consequences."

"I don't see how we can continue when I just broke our wedding vows. You'll always see me as a cheating slut. I can't live that way, and it wouldn't be fair to you."

I said, "Please stop calling yourself a slut when you didn't do anything a guy wouldn't do. Besides, I have to be honest. I've enjoyed how you got into the role of the sexy girlfriend, and I got excited watching you fuck Brent's big cock. I think we just need to discuss the boundaries of our marriage. You've never done anything to make me doubt your love."

My wife said, "If you don't understand that it is all over, I'll just have to make you understand. I'll make you doubt our love."

She was right. I didn't understand. I said, "You'll never succeed in convincing me you don't love me. Come on, let's go back to the hotel and sleep it off. Tomorrow everything will look better. When we wake up in the morning, we'll just be Steve and his girlfriend, Cathy on vacation. We can deal with any consequences when we get back to California."

She snickered and said, "So we're still going with the whole Cathy charade?"

"Well, no one was around to hear us discussing that we are married, so the wager is still on. Hey, It's not my fault my wife was too busy to come to Florida, but I love having my sexy girlfriend along. I enjoyed watching you tease those bashful engineers. At least, that bit was innocent enough."

"You should be careful what you wish for, Steve. Those 'bashful engineers' were feeling up my ass and breasts on the dance floor. They're no different from Brent, just slower. They'd all fuck me if they got the chance. Is that what you want to see next?"

"You are my wife, and I love you, but I don't own you. In the end, you are free to do whatever you want. If it feels good, do it. Just don't cut me out. At this point, what difference does it make? Brent has already shot a massive load of semen into you. The damage is done. Besides, I doubt you'd ever fuck an engineer."

She glared at me and said, "Why not, I already fucked you didn't I?"

I protested, "Yes, but I'm a physicist, not an engineer."

My wife hissed, "I doubt I can tell the difference."

I found my wife's spoiled panties and started to wipe Brent's cum from her gaping pussy. Cathy grabbed them from me and finished cleaning herself. She tossed them aside in disgust.

She glared at me and said, "Let's go, asshole."

I helped my wife to her feet and used the umbrella pole to retrieve her wrap from the nail. She pulled it on over her naked body and tied the flimsy wrap tight with the cloth belt. She found her high heel shoes, but one of them was broken. She tossed them aside and walked over to the sand barefoot.

I said, "Shall we tell the guys we're leaving?"

Cathy said, "No, I've had enough for today. I want to go straight back to the hotel."

We had to walk around the dance club to get to the beach. The full moon was high, and a breeze was blowing. It was such a beautiful night for a walk, I wished I could forget the dreadful possibility that Brent had knocked up my wife.



Jean and the Great Beach Charade Ch. 03

I was worried when my wife refused to let me take her hand as we walked back to our hotel. She had every right to be furious with me. She had just had sex with the Alabama quarterback while I watched from the shadows, and I had not stopped the big quarterback from shooting a load of cum into her fertile womb. Still, I refused to believe her when she said she felt so guilty about betraying our marriage that we should get a divorce. It was one of those times when I felt everything would be better in the morning. After she had informed me that our marriage was over, I had stupidly suggested we continue our fantasy that she was my sexy girlfriend, Cathy. Even worse, I had jokingly said I didn't mind if she had sex with the four engineers in the hotel room next to ours.

We had to walk around to the beach side of The Club to get back to our hotel. When we got to the beach, we ran into the four engineers smoking weed with a couple of girls they had picked up. I had enjoyed watching John fuck the redhead, Amber, back in his hotel room. Afterward, Amber had tried to add me as a trophy, but I had declined. Amber seemed to be focused on Robert for her next conquest. The other girl was Kimberly, who my wife had beaten in the go-go dance contest. Amber and Kimberly were wearing only the skimpy bottoms of their swimsuits. Amber wore a conch shell necklace that held a magic marker she used to keep track of her conquests. Amber's thigh had at least a dozen tick marks indicating her tally. Kimberly had accessorized her outfit with a silver necklace and a dark blue bandanna tied around her ponytail.

Wally saw us and yelled, "You guys are just in time. We thought we'd smoke some weed and head back to the hotel."

Wally's arm was around Kimberly's waist. He offered us the joint. I started to decline since my wife and I were physically and mentally drained, but my wife eagerly accepted the potent weed. She took a long drag and held her breath. I held out my hand, but she Bogarted the joint. She took a couple of long hits before she passed it to me. I soon realized that it was the batch of weed that was mixed with speed. Oh God, it was going to be a long night. My wife saw John drinking straight from a full bottle of tequila and held out her hand. John smiled when she took a long swig from the bottle before passing it to me. When I went to pass it on, Cathy intercepted the bottle and took another swig. What the hell was my wife doing?

Cathy handed the bottle to the brunette who said, "Hi, I'm Kimberly. I hated losing the dance contest, but you were awesome."

Wally said, "Kimberly is a cheerleader at Alabama. She came to The Club with Brent and the football jocks. I got my chance to dance with her when Brent decided to go after Cathy."

Kimberly looked at my wife and smirked, "Brent was the second thing I lost to you tonight."

Cathy said, "Sorry, I didn't want Brent. All I wanted was my wrap. I got more than I bargained for."

Kimberly sneered, "Brent's on a religious crusade to bring the pleasure of his gorgeous cock to every woman on the planet. I hope you got a chance to enjoy it. God knows, he's made a convert out of me."

After we had finished off two of the potent joints, we started walking down the beach. My wife glared at me for a second before putting her arm around John and setting off. Wally was with Kimberly and Amber had Robert under her sway. That left James and me to walk together. The weed had us all pretty fucked up. There was a lot of giggling every time someone stumbled in the loose sand. My wife appeared to be particularly clumsy, and John had to hold her tight to keep her from falling. We did better once we got down to the wet sand.

I was curious about what James had in his hand and finally asked him what it was.

James said, "I found this fancy, jeweled dog collar in the sand next to The Club. I have a dog at home so I grabbed it."

It was a beautiful, warm night and the full moon glimmered on the Gulf waters. A cool breeze provided relief from the heat of the day. We weren't making much progress back to the hotel because the couples kept pausing to make out. Cathy looked back at me to make sure I saw her kissing John. He had a big smile on his face that only got bigger when my wife slipped a hand inside the back of his swimsuit. The next time they stopped to kiss, he returned the favor. He looked stunned when his hand slipped under the bottom of her wrap and found nothing but bare skin. When they started walking again, both of them had a hand on the other's bare ass. If she was trying to make me jealous, it was working.

I don't think anyone was in a hurry for the evening to end except for maybe James and me who were lacking in female companionship. We came upon a large driftwood log. Wally proposed we sit and rest from our strenuous hike that had covered maybe a hundred yards. The log wasn't large enough for all of us so the ladies amiably agreed to sit on their companions lap. I was annoyed to see my wife sit on John's lap with her back against his chest.

Wally lit another joint and we sat watching the moonlight reflecting on the Gulf. The bottle of tequila was nearly empty when it got to me. I finished the last inch in the bottle and dropped it onto the sand. I had had way too much to drink and smoke. I was totally fucked up and more than happy to sit staring at the moonlit Gulf. If it weren't for the speed mixed in the joints, I would have been comatose.

James and I were both staring at my wife sitting on John's lap. John had sat with his knees together, so Cathy was forced to sit with knees outside of his. I watched as he slowly spread his legs to separate her thighs further. He had one hand inside the top of her wrap caressing her breast. His other hand stroked up and down the inside of her thigh before eventually disappearing under the bottom of her wrap. When his fingers found her naked pussy, she twisted her head around to kiss him. She moaned into his mouth as John slowly finger fucked my wife in front of all of us. The only reason Cathy didn't have an orgasm was that John was not touching her clit. I had rarely brought my wife to orgasm through vaginal stimulation alone. Still, she was extremely aroused. I can only imagine what her mental state was. She had drunk and smoked a lot more than I had, and she was still suffering from jet lag.

We had been sitting on the log for some time when Kimberly said, "I had the strangest dream last night. I was with the other Alabama cheerleaders on a yacht cruising the Red Sea when we were captured by slavers. We were taken to a slave market in an exotic port city. We were stripped naked and chained to posts for inspection by a crowd of men. One after another, the men came up to inspect us. I heard the other girls cry out under the cruel hands of their potential buyers. I resolved not to give them the satisfaction of seeing my fear. They checked my teeth, felt my breasts and even shoved their fingers into my pussy. The men seemed to be intrigued by my shaved pussy and stroked my mound repeatedly while chattering with their colleagues. I writhed under their probing fingers, but somehow I managed to remain silent. Despite my intense fear, I became aroused. Before long, my pussy was wet, and my juices were running down my thighs. One of the men appeared to be enraged by my passivity, and he pinched my clit between his rough fingers. I screamed as he twisted and tugged at my sensitive nub."

"After they finished their examination, a fat ugly man climbed onto a platform and made a speech in a language I couldn't understand. One of my friends was brought up onto the platform and chained spreadeagled to a pair of posts. The man would yell something in a sing-song voice, and people in the audience would shout back. I didn't understand their language, but I knew we were being auctioned off. I was the last girl to be sold. Once I was tied to the posts, the auctioneer touched the most intimate parts of my body and chatted with the crowd. The hot sun beat down on my naked body as I squirmed under his touch. The bidding was enthusiastic, and the auctioneer seemed pleased with the final price."

Kimberly continued her account of her sensual dream. "A greasy old man was the winner. He was accompanied by a large black man who was evidently his servant. The servant fastened a jeweled choker with a leash around my neck. I was blindfolded, and my hands were tied behind my back. I stumbled forward when someone jerked on the leash. I was led through crowded streets. My ears were assaulted by a cacophony of strange sounds while my nose was stimulated by the exotic fragrances of a foreign city. Rough hands repeatedly fondled my naked body. It felt like we had walked for several miles before we stopped."

"My blindfold was removed, and my eyes were momentarily blinded by the intense sunlight. My sight recovered as I was led into a squalid building. I saw a crowd of men following us into the murky interior. Several scantily clad young women were waiting on a handful of customers in a large smoky room. The black man led me into a smaller room dominated by a large bed. He removed the leash after he tied my wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. I was naked except for the jeweled collar. A large pillow was shoved under my ass putting my pussy on display for anyone entering the room. The greasy old man who had bought me rubbed my pussy until my labia flowered and my juices flowed."

"When he was satisfied with my arousal, he nodded to his servant and the big man opened the door. I could see a line of men stretching out of the building. When they caught sight of me, they pointed and shouted hungrily. The first man handed over a gold coin and crawled between my legs. I screamed when he took me roughly. I was relieved he didn't last long, but as soon as he left, he was replaced by another even more disgusting man. I realized in horror that I was the new girl in the fat man's brothel. Each man was followed by another until I passed out from exhaustion. It was dawn when my owner untied me."

Kimberly concluded her tale, "I woke up at that point. The dream left me aroused, and I rubbed my pussy until I had an intense orgasm. I think a lot of women have fantasies about being sold into bondage."

No one commented on Kimberly's sensual dream. We were all very stoned, but I'm sure all of us were aroused by her detailed description of her dream fantasy. I know my cock was hard from listening to Kimberly's story and watching John finger my wife.

Kimberly seemed annoyed no one remarked on her dream. She said, "Amber, have you ever dreamed of being a sex slave?"

Amber was sitting in Robert's lap, and she stirred to reply. "Sorry, my favorite fantasy is being taken by the football team in the women's locker room."

Kimberly said, "What about you, Cathy?"

My wife stretched and looked at me through half-closed eyes as she said, "I loved your dream, Kimberly. It's one of my favorite fantasies. When I was younger, I regularly masturbated to my sex slave daydream."

Kimberly said, "Have you ever considered acting out your fantasy?"

Cathy said, "I have tried bondage, but I think the rest of your daydream is impossible."

Kimberly replied, "I think we have everything we need for my sex slave fantasy. The hardest part is having a group of trustworthy friends. Since it's Spring Break, anything goes. I dare you to play out your slave auction fantasy with us. Come on, I dare you."

Cathy laughed, "You're kidding, right? That would be plain crazy."

"So you're basically admitting that you are too chicken to actually enjoy your favorite dream? I guess that is what happens when you get to be an older woman and your beauty fades. I should have known you're too much of a coward to have any fun before you're old, and it's too late."

I thought, "Oh shit!" when I heard Kimberly dare my wife. I could sense that Kimberly was still angry she had lost the dance contest and her boyfriend, Brent, to Cathy. She wanted revenge and was manipulating my wife. Kimberly was hitting every one of my wife's hot buttons. My wife has an innate weakness when it comes to dares, but I hoped her normally conservative nature would prevent her from accepting the outrageous dare. Unfortunately, my wife was angry at me and sexually frustrated. John's finger in her vagina had her intensely aroused but failed to bring her an orgasm. Brent had earlier kept her on the edge for an eternity before I interrupted any chance at her obtaining relief. Too much booze and weed were clouding her judgment. When Kimberly referred to my wife as an older woman, it was the last straw.

My wife sat glaring at Kimberly for a moment before she slid off of John's lap. She stumbled over to stand in front of Kimberly and put her hands on her hips.

Cathy growled, "OK, let's do it. You can be the fat greasy auctioneer."

Kimberly grinned and said, "I bet you'll chicken out after a couple of minutes."

Cathy said, "Put your money where your mouth is. I bet $500 I can perform your whole sex slave fantasy all of the way until dawn."

Kimberly said, "I don't have that kind of money. I'm just a poor student on scholarship. I'll tell you what. I have a strap-on dildo in my room. The winner gets to fuck the loser in front of everyone here. Unless the idea is too scary for an old lady and you want to admit you're a chicken right now."

Cathy said, "You don't scare me. I'm going to enjoy fucking you until you scream you've had enough."

Kimberly grinned, "I think you are going to enjoy this as much as I will."

I jumped in and said, "I think this is getting out of hand. Maybe we should call it quits for the night."

Cathy stared at me and said, "Steve, I'm not backing down from this little bitch's challenge. Besides, I remember you saying, 'If it feels good, do it.' I even think we can fit in your fantasy about the engineers and me."

Wally said, "What about the engineers?"

Kimberly stood up and put her hand behind Cathy's neck. She pulled Cathy's mouth toward hers and gave her a long kiss. Kimberly's other hand dropped to my wife's waist and untied her cloth belt.

Kimberly moved behind my wife and said, "Cross your wrists behind your back."

Cathy complied, and Kimberly tied my wife's wrists securely behind her back. Kimberly's arm was around my wife's waist as the two women faced the rest of us.

Kimberly said, "I need to prepare the slave for auction. Does anyone have a comb?"

I pulled a comb out of my swimsuit pocket and handed it to the cheerleader. She sat my wife on the log and went to work on my wife's bleach blond hair. It was mass of snarls after her encounter with Brent. Kimberly finished by braiding Cathy's long hair.

Kimberly said, "We don't have any posts so I need someone to hold her."

Kimberly looked around the group until her eyes settled on me. She smirked, "I think you would make the perfect servant to restrain the slave during the auction. I hardly think it would be fair to allow the ex-boyfriend to bid. We all know you have a good job and could easily outbid everyone else."

Cathy looked at me and smirked. I walked behind her and grabbed her biceps. I turned her to face the bidders.

Kimberly said, "We only refer to our slaves by number. Maybe one of you can tell me what number she is."

James said, "She is number 28 because 28 is a perfect number and this slave is perfect."

Cathy smiled at James.

Kimberly announced, "Slave 28 is the last slave we have for sell because she is the prettiest of the lot. She needs to be broken, and obviously, requires extensive training. Are there any interested bidders who would like to inspect the slave?"

All of the guys raised their hands, but John shouted and caught the auctioneer's attention.

Kimberly said, "I thought you already inspected the slave but go ahead."

As John stood up to inspect the slave, Kimberly parted my wife's wrap so it exposed her gorgeous breasts. James groaned at the sight of Cathy's bare and very wet pussy. John had fingered my wife so much that her inner labia were engorged and flowering. Her pussy juices were running down her thighs and glistened in the moonlight. John pretended to inspect Cathy's teeth while his hands caressed her full breasts. My wife whimpered when John lowered his lips to her breast and sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. While he was playing with her breasts, he slid a hand down her firm abdomen. Cathy's body jerked when his fingers slid across her protruding clit. His fingers had parted her glistening labia before he pressed his middle finger into her vagina. I watch in stunned silence as my wife ground her engorged pussy on John's fingers while everyone watched.

Kimberly said, "I take it that you will be bidding on this lovely slave. Now sit down and let the next bidder inspect the merchandise."

John kept working his finger inside of my wife's pussy and smiled, "28, do you want me to buy you?"

My wife looked at me for a moment before staring into John's eyes and whispering, "Please buy me, master. I'll be very good to you."

I didn't know who this woman was. Cathy was standing in front of us naked while being finger fucked by a man she barely knew. This sexy slave was the complete opposite of my reserved wife. I knew she had to be even more fucked up on the booze, weed, and speed than I was but even so, this behavior was totally out of character even for her role as the flirtatious girlfriend. I was confused as I struggled to understand my wife's actions. Perhaps, it was only in response to Kimberly's challenge? Maybe it was only a scheme to force me to drop the Cathy charade so she could win the bet. However, I knew my wife was angry at me and had promised to convince me that our marriage was over. I prayed that was not the explanation because things were going to get real ugly if she had any hope of getting rid of me.

I decided to sit back and watch this fantasy progress until my wife chose to end it. Until then I would only end our charade if my wife was in physical danger.

The other engineers followed John and inspected my wife's body in the same manner. I was amused by James' timid approach. His hand was shaking as he pushed his fingertips into my wife's wet pussy. Cathy whispered something encouraging in his ear. He grabbed her ass with his other hand and began thrusting his finger deep into her pussy. His thumb rubbed across her clit. Cathy moaned and pushed her hips forward to capture more of his invading finger.

Kimberly put her hand on James' shoulder and said, "That's enough. If you want more, you will have to buy the slave. I think we are ready for the auction."

Kimberly had me release my wife for a moment while she pushed Cathy's wrap off of her shoulders. It slid down her arms until it reached her bound wrists resting on her shapely ass. The wrap hung to the ground like a colorful tail. She pinched one of Cathy's nipples causing her to squeal in surprise. I grabbed her biceps again for the auction.

The auctioneer said, "What am I bid for this exquisite female."

Wally said, "I'll bid twenty-five dollars."

Kimberly glared at Wally and said, "This isn't the flea market. Your bid is an affront to me. I am bringing you the highest quality women for your pleasure, and you offer a miserable twenty-five dollars for this delightful female."

Wally said, "Sorry, it's all I have with me."

John said, "I bid sixty-five dollars. I have more in my room. Can I owe you if I need to bid higher?"

Kimberly snorted, "Seriously, do you think we accept credit in the most exquisite slave market east of Cairo? Your bid is a little better but still far below what the delightful 28 is worth."

Robert searched the pocket of his swim trunks and said, "I'm all in. I bid a hundred and twenty dollars."

Kimberly said, "Times must be tough when a gorgeous slave like 28 only brings a bid of a hundred and twenty dollars."

James grinned, "I bid two hundred and twenty-five dollars."

Kimberly said, "I'm glad to see someone values female flesh. We have one person who hasn't bid yet. Amber, are you interested?"

Amber giggled, "Sorry, I don't have any money on me other than my conch shell necklace and a g-string. Some countries use conch shells for currency. What will you offer for my necklace."

Kimberly said, "I only accept gold and United States dollars. I wouldn't give you more than ten dollars for the necklace. It looks like James' offer is the highest. Come up and claim your slave."

James had a big grin on his face as he walked up to my wife. He didn't seem to know what to do next.

Kimberly noticed the dog collar in James' hand and said, "It seems you came prepared. You can collar your slave and take her back to your establishment. I will blindfold her since she is inexperienced and I don't want her to panic in the streets of a strange city."

Kimberly untied her bandanna from her ponytail and tied it around my wife's eyes. She tested the blindfold by waving her hands around Cathy's head. Kimberly seemed satisfied with the blindfold when my wife didn't flinch.

James tugged on the leash and my wife stumbled as she followed her new master. James started to lead his slave back to the hotel the same way we came. The path along the beach was the most direct way to the hotel and also the most deserted.

Kimberly objected, "James, you need to lead her through the crowded city back to your place."

James said, "I don't understand?"

"My fantasy is that the slave is blindfolded and led by a leash through the crowded streets of an exotic foreign city. You need to walk her along the Miracle Strip Parkway."

The Parkway was the main drag along the sand barrier that was Okaloosa Island. We were less than a mile from the hotel but, if we walked along that highway, my naked wife would be exposed most of the way back.

I immediately protested, "Are you trying to get Cathy arrested?"

Kimberly laughed, "Amber and I are barely wearing more than Cathy. It's Spring Break. Everyone is practically naked, and no one cares. Besides it's late and all of the bars are closed. If we get stopped by a cop, we can pull her wrap back on."

I asked Cathy, "Are you really going to walk naked along the main highway?"

Cathy said, "Do not worry about me. I will happily go where my master leads me. I am his to do with as he pleases."

Kimberly said, "James, what are you waiting for. You need to get your slave home so you can enjoy your prize."

James looked at me for permission, and I shrugged. Kimberly was right about the state of undress on the beach. The police were probably too busy with drunk drivers to bother with a nude woman. I swallowed hard and tried to suppress my worries. I had four guys with me protect my wife. Surely, she would come to her senses long before she followed Kimberly's fantasy to its whorehouse finally. I just hoped that tomorrow she wouldn't die of embarrassment.

James followed Kimberly toward the parkway. I breathed a sigh of relief when we worked our way around The Club to a mostly deserted parking lot next to the Parkway. We noticed an occasional car whizzing past on the Parkway as we approached the normally busy highway. I was fearful we would attract the attention of drunk college students or even worse the police. I imagined Kimberly would welcome adding more students to the entourage. After all, her fantasy called for leading a crowd of horny men back to the slave owner's brothel.

James was very careful to help my blindfolded wife avoid tripping on any obstacles. At first, he seemed tentative when he touched her to provide guidance. After she staggered and fell against him, James put his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling again. Cathy giggled and whispered in his ear. After that, he left his arm around her waist. By the time we reached the sidewalk along the Parkway, James' hand had slid down to cup her bare ass.

My wife froze when she heard a horn blare as a car full of drunk students drove past. She was standing under a streetlight as she turned to face a street she could only hear. I walked around to face her trembling body. The breeze from the ocean was warm and certainly not the cause of her shivering. Her mouth was open, and she was breathing hard. Her lovely breasts were rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her nipples were hard. Her feet were a little more than shoulder width apart. Her bare pussy was aroused and glistening. From experience, I realized she was close to an orgasm. A half dozen quick rubs across her clit would get her off. My God, her naked body was magnificent.

My wife was the most beautiful woman I had ever dated, but that fact was only one of the reasons I married her. She was wicked smart and liked to engage in spirited discussions. She was the only woman who had managed to keep up with me skiing and hiking. We shared a lot of interests, and she was my constant companion. Before I met her, I had made a list of features I desired in a wife. My wife scored a 95 out of 100. Hey, I knew other scientists with their own lists.

After the catastrophe with Brent, my wife had said she felt so ashamed and guilty that she wanted a divorce. I had to decide if we had a future. If Brent was just a one-time lapse of judgment on both our parts, then I was going to fight to keep her. After all, I had fought hard to win her in the first place.

I watched as my wife turned and kissed James. She rubbed her naked breasts against his bare chest as she kissed him deeply. She laughed after whispering in his ear. One of James' hands was clutching my wife's ass while his other hand skimmed down her abdomen and cupped her pussy. Her thighs glistened in the moonlight from her arousal.

Cathy's body was shaking as she begged, "Right there, James. Oh God yes, rub my clit. Please, James, I'm desperate. I need to cum now."

I could tell from her breathing that she was close to the orgasm she had been denied earlier. James was responding to my wife's encouragement and stroking her clit vigorously. Just when my wife was close to an orgasm, a convertible filled four young men drove past. It screeched to a halt and backed up.

It stopped next to us, and one of the guys yelled, "See, I told you she was naked."

"Damn, you're right. Shit, she's really hot!"

"Hey lady, do you want to ditch those losers and ride with us?"

James stopped caressing my wife and turned toward the voices. James nervously pushed on her firm ass to move her toward our hotel, but she refused to budge. The young men staggered out of the car and walked towards us. I sized them up as they approached. They were just as wasted as my engineer friends and didn't appear to be any tougher. I relaxed as they got closer but Cathy became more excited as she heard them approach. Cathy's chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Her excitement caused her full breasts to quiver.

One of the guys said, "What's with the blindfold and leash?"

Kimberly laughed, "James just bought this pleasure slave at auction. He's leading her back to his brothel where he will sell her body to all comers. If you are interested in using her body, talk to her master."

The guy turned to look at James, who was on the scrawny side. Nevertheless, James was holding the leash of a beautiful and very naked woman. The pleasure slave was leaning against James' chest. Obviously, he was the master.

"Uh James, my man, are you seriously really going to sell this woman's body?"

James just looked at the ground. He was too embarrassed to acknowledge Kimberly's fantasy and remained quiet.

Kimberly said, "James is the quiet type, but yes he is going to sell her to anyone who can afford the price. If you don't believe us go ahead and touch her. The pleasure slave loves to be caressed. You can touch her where ever you desire."

It was one thing to have the engineers, who we had gotten to know a little, touching my wife, but complete strangers were another matter. I was happy that they weren't complete jerks.

The guy who was doing most of the talking walked up to Cathy and said, "Hi, I'm Tom. Is it really all right to touch you?"

Cathy said, "You have to ask my master. I am pleased to do whatever he commands."

Tom turned back to James and said, "Can I please touch your slave."

James looked at him for a moment before slowly nodding and whispering, "Yes."

Tom said, "Far out!"

Tom turned back to Cathy and placed his fingers on her cheek. When she didn't object, he slid his fingers down her neck. My wife shivered when his fingertips brushed down the valley between her breasts. He slid his hand up and cupped the bottom of one of her ample breast as if weighing a plumb piece of fruit. I watched as Cathy let a complete stranger suck her nipple into his mouth. His other hand slowly slid down her taut stomach. My wife's body was quivering by the time his fingers slid over her clit. Cathy's body jerked as if she had been shocked.

Tom said, "Sorry."

Tom's fingers skimmed passed my wife's clit and spread her labia open. James' hand had moved back to my wife's waist giving Tom complete access to her moist pussy. My wife shifted her legs apart and arched her back to welcome Tom's finger as it slid deep into her vagina. I listened to her moan as she let a stranger she couldn't even see finger fuck her next to the busiest street in Ft. Walton Beach.

Kimberly said, "You can find us at the Sheraton. James' brothel is in room 122 along the beach. Come early and come often."

Just as one of Tom's friends claimed it was his turn, a police cruiser pulled up behind Tom's car parked on the side of the Parkway. The policeman hit his emergency lights and got out.

He yelled at us, "OK, who's car is this?"

Tom and his friends hurried over. Tom stumbled in his haste. The last I saw of them, the police officer was submitting Tom to a sobriety test. Since we never saw the foursome again, I'm certain Tom failed his test. I was relieved. I hoped Tom and his friends were enough to satisfy Kimberly's fantasy about the crowds in the city fondling the slave while she was led to the brothel. Certainly, Tom had satisfied the part about "Rough hands repeatedly fondled my naked body." I hoped we could get back to our room with no further incidents. Somehow, I was sure I could put an end to the insane idea of putting my wife to work in a brothel.

It's only a short walk from The Club to the Sheraton, and we soon arrived at the driveway to our hotel. Thank God, we were almost back at our hotel room.

Kimberly asked, "Do you guys have anything to drink in your room? You cannot run a bordello without a full range of booze."

Wally said, "I think we have maybe a six pack left in Steve's room. Otherwise, the guests at our party drank everything we had."

Kimberly crossed her arms and said, "Well this sure sucks. We'll have to walk over to Cash's Liquors. It's only a little out of our way."

Cash's Liquors was in a commercial area less than half a mile away. I had stocked up on wine and beer at Cash's Liquors before Cathy arrived. During the day it had been a busy place.

I protested, "I'm sure they're closed by now. We're all tired, and we can party some more tomorrow."

Wally said, "Nonsense, Cash's is open until 2 AM for Spring Break. We need to restock anyway, and we have just enough time. Why put off it until tomorrow when we have a good size crew to carry it back now?"

I heard my wife giggle as James directed her past our hotel toward the liquor store. The shy young nerd had his hand between my wife's ass cheeks. I couldn't believe the outrageous behavior of my normally conservative wife. I also couldn't understand her stamina. She should still be feeling the effects of jet lag on top of the huge amount of alcohol and weed she had consumed.

The three girls got cat calls from a couple of cars but otherwise we made it to Cash's Liquors without any major incidents. I suggested leaving James and my wife outside while the rest of us bought the liquor but Kimberly would have none of it. While I was arguing, James guided my wife inside the liquor store. A bell attached to the door rang as I followed behind the rest of the group inside. I was afraid the owner would call the police on us.

The store clerk was a fat, balding man in his fifties. He was wearing a wife-beater top that failed to cover his hairy beer belly. His top was stained with dribble from his mouth that was working on a large chaw of tobacco. A large dog rose to its feet behind the slovenly man. The guard dog looked like a German Shepard. Its mouth seemed to be in a permanent snarl showing sharp teeth. I was happy it was quiet since my wife is terrified of big dogs.

The clerk spat into a bowl on the counter and said, "Make it snappy. We close in fifteen minutes."

Kimberly and Amber helped the engineers to fill up a shopping cart with an assortment of beer, tequila, rum, vodka and mixers. I found a cooler that held an assortment of wrapped sandwiches, cold wines, and beers. I got a sudden inspiration. Maybe if my wife drank a bit more wine, she would pass out. I doubt Kimberly's fantasy had room for an unconscious pleasure slave. I found four cold half bottles of Riesling and carried them to the cart.

The doorbell rang, and I looked up and groaned. Two of Brent's friends from the dance club walked into the store. I hoped Brent wasn't outside. The big football players glanced around the store and smiled when they saw three nearly naked girls. Their smiles got even bigger when they walked around a display and saw that Cathy was totally naked except for a leash and a colorful wrap training behind her from her bound wrists.

They hailed Kimberly, the Alabama cheerleader, "Hey Kimberly, what's happening?"

I groaned when I heard Kimberly say, "Bill, we're just buying some booze for a party at The Sheraton. You're welcome to join us."

Bill looked at the three practically naked women and said, "Cool, thanks. What's happening at your party?"

"Maybe you remember Cathy from the go-go contest at The Club. The guy holding the leash bought her as a pleasure slave. He's taking her back to his brothel at The Sheraton. He plans on selling her body to anyone who's interested. It should be a wild party. It would be nice if you and Evan bought some booze and followed us to the party."

Bill said, "Sure thing. Give us a minute to grab some bottles."

I put the wine in the cart. Kimberly and the nerds were having an intense discussion. Evidently, the guys had gone through their vacation money faster than they had planned. The shopping cart of booze was beyond their means. Kimberly refused to use the money James had paid for his pleasure slave.

Kimberly said, "Let me handle this."

Kimberly took James' arm and led him to the cash register. Cathy followed along on the leash held by James.

Kimberly batted her eyelashes at the store clerk and said, "This is my friend James. He is taking this pleasure slave back to his brothel where she will be sold to any man who desires her. I was wondering if you might be interested in buying her body for a few minutes to do whatever you desire?"

It was Spring Break, and the clerk was used to all kinds of scams from the students to get alcohol. His reaction suggested he had never heard this one before.

"Let me get this straight. You want to load a full shopping cart of liquor into your car. Then you drive off leaving me with an underage girl. You reported me to the police and have me busted before I even get to first base. Nice try. Now if you cannot afford the booze, put it back on the shelves and leave. Don't try and get smart or I'll sic Harley on you. He may look friendly, but he's a trained Malinois police dog."

My wife pressed up against James at the mention of a police dog. James slid his arm around Cathy's trembling body. I looked at Harley, who had gotten up when he heard his name. He was alerted, and there was no way I would consider the dog's manner even close to friendly.

Kimberly said, "First off, we don't have a car, and we could never outrun your dog. Second, the slave is obviously not even close to being underage. Her boyfriend has her ID if you want to check. It's totally consensual. Just ask the slave if she's agreeable."

The clerk spat at the bowl and missed before taking a long hard look at my wife who was standing on the other side of the counter from him. With Cathy's arms bound behind her back, her gorgeous breasts were thrust forward. Her nipples were hard and erect. Her shaved pussy was still flowering with her arousal and glistening in the bright light.

The clerk reached across the counter and grabbed her nipples with a pair of rough, tobacco stained hands. Cathy groaned as he pulled her closer and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"This bimbo says you are a sex slave and willing to fuck me for a cart full of booze. I think she's full of shit, but I like the idea. So, I'll bite. If you let me fuck you in the ass, you can have the booze. So, little girl what's it going to be?"

There was no way my wife would let a stranger fuck her in her virgin ass. I was certain she would refuse and hopefully put an end to Kimberly's humiliating charade. Cathy's body was shaking after listening to the clerk's nasty offer.

I was shocked when Cathy whispered, "I will do whatever my master says."

By now everyone was crowded around the counter staring at James. Kimberly said, "Come on James, prove to your slave that you are the master. Otherwise, we are done, and everyone goes back to their room for the night. You lose any claim on Cathy. If you show some balls, you can fuck her first when we get back to the room."

James stared at Kimberly and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. My wife turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.

She said, "It's all right, James."

James' hand was shaking as he held out the leash to the clerk. The clerk grinned as he led my wife around to his side of the counter.

He said, "You college boys can watch if you want. You might learn something."

The clerk grabbed the leash where it was fastened to the collar and pulled my wife's mouth to his. I thought she would gag when he shoved his foul tongue into her mouth. His other hand was mauling her breast as he continued kissing her. He let go of the leash and slid his hand down her back to grab one of my wife's athletic ass cheeks. She squealed into his mouth when his finger pressed against her anus. His other hand skimmed down her abdomen to cup her moist pussy. He rubbed her pussy while his other hand continued to probe her ass. Cathy was squirming to evade the finger the clerk was trying to stick in her ass.

The clerk cursed and turned my wife around so she was facing away from him and the crowd of onlookers. Harvey was standing at alert with his nose only a foot from her flowering pussy. The clerk grabbed a package of mayonnaise from a box of condiments for the sandwiches in the cooler. He tore it open and squirted a glob into the crack of my wife's ass. He used one hand to pull her ass cheek aside so we could all see the pink rosebud of her anus. He rubbed his other finger down her greasy ass and pushed his fat middle finger into her core. My wife shrieked and thrust her hips forward to escape. The clerk grabbed Cathy around her waist with his free hand and pulled her back against his invading finger.

The clerk yelled something in a foreign language. The police dog pushed his nose into my wife's crotch and inhaled the odor of her sex. Cathy screamed in fear as she felt the dogs nose press against her pussy. She shrieked in utter terror when Harvey licked the length of her moist slit. Her body jerked as the dog's rough tongue rasped across her clit. The clerk held her tight and twisted his finger deep in her ass. The dog continued to lick my wife's pussy and thighs. For the second time tonight, I watched in shock as someone's finger invaded my wife's recently virgin ass. She tried to kick the dog away, and Harvey growled with his bared teeth pressed against her wet pussy.

The clerk yelled, "Stop fighting, bitch! You're getting Harvey angry. He's likely going to rip your pussy off if you don't play nice. Harvey is just showing you that he likes you. Hell, maybe if I give your friends a couple extra bottles of tequila, they'll let my dog fuck you after I'm done with your sweet ass. Poor Harvey gets real bored sitting around the store all day."

If I didn't do something soon, I would be watching this disgusting man fucking her in the ass while his dog licked her pussy. I hoped he wasn't serious about forcing my wife to have sex with his dog. My wife screamed as the dog's rough tongue slid over her clit. Her cry of terror dragged me out of my stupor. I sprang forward and put my hand on the clerk's shoulder and spun him around to face me.

"Call off your dog and leave my girlfriend alone. I'll pay for the fucking booze. The deal is off."

One word out of the clerk and the dog would be going for my throat. I think it helped that two big Alabama linesmen had my back.

The clerk stared at me for a long time before he blinked and said, "I knew the offer was too good to be true. Just pay for the booze and get the fuck out of my store."

I paid for the booze, and we left the store with everyone except Cathy carrying a bag of booze. James had his arm around my wife, and she was sobbing against his shoulder as she staggered out of the store. The clerk slammed the door and locked it behind her. The door caught the wrap trailing from Cathy's bound wrists, and the gossamer garment ripped apart leaving my wife completely naked. Any possibility of covering my wife in an emergency was gone. James had led her only a few feet from the store when she collapsed into his arms. Everyone, including the two football players, gathered around my wife to comfort her. I worked my way through the crowd and put my arm around her.

I said, "It's all right Cathy. You're safe now. I couldn't let my girlfriend get raped by that nasty piece of shit."

Cathy spun out of my arms and aimed a blind kick at my crotch. I was lucky she was blindfolded, and her blow glanced off of my thigh.

My wife yelled, "Fuck you, Steve! I'm not your girlfriend anymore. I belong to James. At least he cares about me."

I stared at my wife, trying to understand her fury. I had just risked having my neck torn out to save her ass. I wasn't the one who accepted Kimberly's challenge to live out her pleasure slave dream. I knew I had to end this madness even if my wife was determined to follow it through.

John interrupted the silence by saying, "I need to pee."

Wally laughed and said, "Well just pee then."

John said, "The police arrest people for peeing in public. It would just be my luck."

Kimberly said, "There is a public restroom in the park across the street."

John crossed the street, and everyone followed him. Our group now included the four engineers, Kimberly, Amber, and the two football players in addition to my wife and I. We found a well lit, grassy area surrounded by bushes in the middle of the small park and sat in a circle. John headed off to the bathrooms at the other end of the park. Amber took Robert by the hand and led him off into the bushes. The rest of us sat on the grass. Wally pulled out a joint and held it to Cathy's mouth before passing it around. The weed seemed to calm my wife. Wally opened a bottle of tequila and took a hit.

I said, "Cathy, I bought some Riesling for you."

My wife said, "Fuck you."

I was hoping to get my wife so drunk, she would pass out before we ever got to the brothel part of Kimberly's fantasy. My plan was to get her to drink a bottle or two of wine. At 12% alcohol, each half bottle was the equivalent of three bottles of beer.

I said to the group, "Cathy has a unique skill. She can relax her throat and chug a whole bottle of beer all at once. These half bottles of wine are about the same size as a bottle of beer. Anyone want to see her chug the Riesling all at once?"

Kimberly laughed, "Relaxing your throat is a useful skill especially if you want to deep throat a big cock. I'd love to see her do it. Maybe we can find a use for her unique skill."

John heard us as he returned from peeing and took a swig of tequila. He said, "I've got to see the naked girl swig a bottle of wine."

I opened the bottle of wine with the opener I'd grabbed from the store and passed the bottle to Kimberly. Cathy sat back on her haunches and tilted her head back. She took a couple of deep breaths and nodded her head. Kimberly held her thumb over the opening until the bottle was aligned with Cathy's mouth. The bottle drained down my wife's throat without her ever swallowing. Kimberly held up the empty bottle, and everyone cheered.

I said, "Does anyone want to see her do another?"

Cathy said, "Bring it on, asshole."

I opened the second bottle of wine to the cheers of the crowd. I passed it to Kimberly, and she repeated the process. She held up the second empty bottle to the cheers of the group. I wondered if I should challenge Cathy to a third bottle. Instead, I decided to give the first two a chance to take effect. With everything my wife had drunk at The Club, she shouldn't even be conscious. I wasn't factoring in the speed in Wally's weed. Just now, Wally had given her a big hit off of the joint right after each of the bottles. I could not begin to imagine how fucked up she must be.

Amber led Robert back to our circle. Robert had a big smile on his face while Amber had another tic mark on her thigh. I had lost count, but I think that was Amber's sixth tally since we left the hotel. I had to assume Amber would leave for new hunting grounds once she worked her way through all of the guys in our group. I had already turned her down, so that meant she was pursuing at least one other guy.

My wife took another hit with Wally's help. She appeared restless and kept shifting her body around.

Cathy looked toward the sound of James' voice and said, "Master, I have to pee."

James said, "Can you wait until we get to the hotel?"

Cathy shook her head and said, "No, master, I'm really desperate."

"OK, I'll walk you to the bathroom."

Cathy said, "Please, can Kim take me. I'm blindfolded, and it would be too embarrassing to have you lead me into the bathroom and watch me pee."

James handed the leash to Kimberly and the two women set out for the bathrooms. I decided to follow. I didn't trust Kimberly. She had already joked she was upset that Cathy had won the go-go dance contest, and she blamed Cathy for Brent ditching her. I didn't think Kimberly was joking.

It turned out that the bathrooms were locked after 11 PM. I imagine John had gone in the bushes. My wife was never comfortable going to the bathroom outdoors. One of her biggest complaints to me, when we went backpacking, was the need to do it outdoors. She protested that anyone could catch her in the act. In our five years of marriage, I had never seen her pee once. She always insisted on complete privacy.

Kimberly said, "Cathy, you have a choice. Either hold it until we reach the hotel or let me find a suitable place in the bushes."

Cathy said, "Oh God, I really have to go. I could lose control at any minute. Find a place away from the bathrooms. Someone else may decide to try and use them and stumble on us."

Kimberly said, "OK, I know just the place. There is a hedgerow on the other side of the clearing where our friends are. No one will be able to see you, and it's not on the way to the bathrooms. I hope you won't be bothered by hearing them talking while you pee."

Cathy said, "As long as they can't hear me pee, it'll have to do. Beggars can't be choosers. Lead on."

Kimberly led Cathy back along a different path, but she didn't stop behind the hedge. She led Cathy past the hedge to the other end of the clearing. I was right behind the two women and saw everyone turn to look at us. Kimberly pointed at Cathy before holding a finger to her lips to signal the group to ignore them. She gestured to the group to continue talking to each other.

Wally turned to one of the football players and asked, "Do you think Brent will get the Heisman Trophy next year?"

I skirted around the two women while the guys discussed football. The grass muffled my steps.

Kimberly said, "Cathy, this is the place. No one can see you. I think the grass could use some watering."

Kimberly held my wife's bicep and helped her to squat. I watched as my wife spread her legs for everyone to see. Her pussy was still aroused from the liquor store. It was moist, and her inner lips were flowering. The guys gawked as my wife tried to relax enough to pee.

Kimberly was stroking my wife's head and telling her it was safe to pee. Finally, Cathy moaned and let fly. I was surprised at the strength of her flow. Somehow, I thought only guys pissed like race horses. The guys stopped talking as they stared at my wife. Amber giggled and pressed her hand to her mouth.

Amber quickly covered the silence by saying, "Brent deserves the Heisman Trophy for his monster cock. I can personally guarantee it's the largest cock at the University."

When my wife's stream decreased to a trickle, Kimberly said, "I couldn't help but notice how excited walking around naked has made you. How long has it been since you got some relief?"

Cathy said, "I'm used to regular sex, but I decided to abstain the week before my trip to join Steve. I expected we would have a lot of intense sex when I got here, but somehow it just hasn't happened. God, it's been forever, and I am getting desperate. Please Kimberly, just let one of the guys get me off."

Cathy sighed and started to get up, but Kimberly held her down with a hand on her shoulder.

Kimberly said, "Don't get up. Someone might see you. You're completely hidden now. If you want to rub one out, this is a perfect time before someone like your idiot ex-boyfriend comes looking for you."

Cathy said, "Oh God, I'd love to but I can't. I couldn't do it in front of you, and especially not outdoors. "

"Why not? You went to college, and I'm sure you must have played with yourself while you were with a woman before. Besides, haven't you ever fantasized about masturbating in a public place? I can tell you the orgasm you'll have will be amazing. Go ahead, you'll explode if you hold back any longer. Otherwise, I'm going to keep insisting that the guys avoid touching your clit until my slave fantasy is over. The only way you'll get any relief is if you do it right now. You're completely hidden, and I promise I'll let you know if anyone is coming."

Kimberly slid her hand between my wife's spread legs and rubbed Cathy's engorged pussy. My wife groaned and nodded her head. Kimberly smiled at us as she untied my wife's wrists. Cathy rubbed her wrists for a moment as she strained to hear any threats. She reached for her blindfold and Kimberly stopped her.

Kimberly said, "It will be more exciting if you cannot see."

All of us stared at my wife as she slid her hands between her spread thighs. Her body jerked as her fingers slid across her exposed clit. She pushed two fingers into her vagina and rubbed her clit faster. She leaned her head against Kimberly's thigh and gave in to her arousal. Her fingers began to fly over her clit. Her body started shaking from the tension as her fingers thrust in and out of her dripping pussy.

Cathy was close to an orgasm when Kimberly grabbed the back of my wife's blindfold and pulled it off of her head. The bitch shouted, "Surprise."

Cathy blinked in the light before screaming and twisting to her side in a fetal position. James rushed over and took my wife in his arms.

Cathy sobbed against James' chest. It was a couple of minutes before she managed to stammer, "No, oh God no. You fucking bitch! How could you?"

Kimberly laughed, "What part of being a pleasure slave don't you understand? Whatever brings your master pleasure is a legitimate request. Shall we ask James if he enjoyed watching you pee and masturbate? He is grinning ear to ear. You don't have any right to privacy. You have to surrender control of both your body and mind. Of course, you can quit, and I will win the wager. I'm looking forward to fucking you with my big fat dildo in front of everyone."

Cathy said, "Bitch, you know that wasn't in your fantasy."

Kimberly pouted and said, "So, you thought you could walk across a big city to your master's bordello without needing to pee even once? It goes without saying that peeing is a natural part of the fantasy. I certainly can't help it if you are an exhibitionist and get excited by being naked in public. Fine by me if you want to quit."

I said, "Cathy, this has gone too far. Let's call it quits and go back to the hotel. Kimberly cannot hold you to the wager. You're a lawyer and you know it's not legally binding."

My wife glared at me, "Asshole, I'm sure you were just as excited watching me pee as any of them. I told you to fuck off. I'm done with being your girlfriend. Even if we end Kimberly's fantasy, I'm spending the rest of my vacation with James and his friends. If you need a girlfriend, maybe Amber will give you a tumble."

Kimberly said, "OK, we will continue the fantasy. Cathy, I'm fascinated by your ability to relax your throat. I think we would all like to see how well you do deep throating your master. I think it will be interesting to watch you go down on James with your hands tied behind your back. I hope you don't gag when James gets excited and grabs your head to fuck his cock. It's not too late to back out."

Cathy said, "Don't worry about me, bitch. I can handle James, and I can handle you. I'm going to enjoy fucking your ass with your stupid strap-on."

Kimberly tied my wife's hands behind her back again but left off the blindfold. She grabbed James and led him to a nearby park bench. Cathy followed James as he clutched the leash. James looked around wildly as Kimberly pulled down his swim trunks and pushed him down on the bench. James cock was hard, and it was big. It wasn't in league with Brent's monster, but still, it was a good inch or so longer than mine. My wife had struggled when she learned to deep throat my cock. She always used her hands to control how much of my cock she took. Now her hands were tied behind her back. We were going to find out how well she could relax her throat.

I watched as my wife knelt down in front of James. She crawled forward on her knees and lowered her mouth to his cock. James groaned as she licked around the head of his long cock. She kissed the length of his cock down to the base. The poor engineer groaned when she sucked first one of his balls then the other into her mouth. She took her time licking her way back to the top. She turned and grinned at me before opening her mouth wide and taking the head of his cock into her mouth. I knew from experience that she was working her tongue around the bulbous tip. James' hands were knotted into fists resting on his thighs.

Cathy began bobbing her mouth on James' cock. Each time she dipped her head, she took a little more of his meat into her mouth. It wasn't the best angle to deep throat such a long cock, and I knew we were going to see very soon how much control over her gag reflex she had. That was the point when James lost control. His hands grabbed the back of her head, and he thrust his hips up. He pulled my startled wife's mouth down to the base of his cock in one thrust. She snorted, and her eyes went wide. I was sure she was going to gag, and I have no idea how she didn't. She took several quick breaths through her nose and forced herself to relax. She barely composed herself when James began moving my wife's head up and down on his erection.

Cathy was kneeling in front of James with her legs spread for balance. Her flowering pussy was on display, and so wet her fluids were flowing down her thighs and glistening in the park lights. I pulled off my swim trunks and tossed them aside. I knelt behind my wife and thrust my hard cock all of the way into her wet vagina in one thrust. My wife snorted at the intrusion, but her body was trapped. I grabbed her shoulders and began fucking her hard and fast. I was only thinking of my needs and gave no thought to satisfying my wife. I was vaguely aware that my wife's normally tight vagina had been stretched by Brent to the point that it felt perfect. My wife is normally so tight I usually come far too soon. Tonight I was in heaven. I have no idea how long I lasted, but it felt like a blissful eternity.

Somehow, James was able to resist the intense stimulation he was receiving from my wife. The crowd began cheering James and me on. My wife was grunting around James' cock as I pounded into her. When I came, I came hard. I had forgotten about the pain I had experienced with every orgasm I'd had since my operation. Again, I felt like I had been stabbed but thankfully the pain was only a three or a four out of ten. When my cock slid out of my wife's vagina, I collapsed on the grass staring at the pair.

I was barely aware of James' shooting a massive load of cum into my wife's mouth. He let go of her head, and she turned to sit on the grass leaning against his thigh. Her knees were bent, and one leg was raised spreading her thighs to show her flowering pussy. Everyone could see my cum oozing out of her gaping vagina and running down her ass. She was panting hard, and her eyes looked glazed. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. She hadn't been able to swallow all of his cum, and some of it was drooling down her chin onto her heaving breasts. My wife looked like she had been ridden hard and put away wet. God, she was beautiful.

If I were going to Monday morning quarterback the events of this strange night, I would have to say this was the point where my wife and I lost any chance at halting Kimberly's fantasy. Oh sure, we had gone along with Kimberly's dream of walking the slave through the city, but extreme as it was, it was nothing more than a harmless exhibitionist stunt. However, our actions in the park indicated our consent and gave the group all of the justification they needed to continue the pleasure slave fantasy. From that point on, none of the guys felt any need to restrain their sexual urges towards my wife.

When she recovered her breath, she looked at me and said, "I thought I had trained you better."

"Wh-What do you mean?"

"All you had to do was reach around and rub my clit so I could have an orgasm too. Instead, all you could think about was taking care of yourself. You're a selfish bastard. Do you have any idea how many times tonight I've been brought to the edge only to be left hanging? Fucking bunch of egotistical, conceited assholes!"

"I'm sorry. I got carried away."

"Fuck, I might as well get wasted. Do something useful and get me another bottle of wine, asshole."

My wife turned to James and said, "Master, can you untie me? I promise I won't run away. I'm getting a cramp."

James untied her wrists and fastened the belt around her bare waist. Cathy rubbed her wrists for a moment and then stretched her arms over her head arching her back. My wife stared into my eyes as she wiped James' cum from her breasts and chin. She smiled at James as she licked her fingers. She glared at me as she wiped my cum from her pussy and cleaned her hand on the grass. There were two things I had learned tonight. My girlfriend, Cathy, was through with me, and Kimberly hated Cathy. Actually, make that three things. All of the guys were madly in love with Cathy. What I didn't know was what would happen next week when my wife and I were back home. I couldn't talk to my wife now without losing our wager, and Cathy didn't want anything to do with me.

I figured getting my wife so drunk she passed out was my last chance to put an end to Kimberly's pleasure slave charade. I opened a half bottle of wine and handed it to Cathy. She tilted her head back and drained the bottle. It was her third bottle in less than an hour.

Cathy looked at Wally and said, "If you've got any more of that super weed, I could really use a hit. I wouldn't want to fall asleep before Kimberly's grand finale."

Wally seemed to have a bottomless supply, but I wasn't surprised when he said, "Just two left."

Wally lit a joint and took a long drag before passing it to my wife. I was a bit surprised at her selfishness. She kept the joint and finished it herself. Wally had to light the last joint and pass it around for the rest of us. John passed around a bottle of tequila for everyone else. Cathy finished the joint and held out her hand to me.

"I might as well finish the last bottle before we head back."

Cathy drained the last bottle of Riesling and tossed me the empty. I was amazed. I was even more surprised when she took the bottle of tequila from Robert and drank and inch of the raw booze.

Cathy handed the end of the leash to James and said, "Master, can you please take me to your brothel before I have to pee again."

James staggered to his feet and helped Cathy stand up. She was swaying enough that a strong breeze would probably blow her over. If anything, James appeared drunker than my wife. Guess they aren't making engineers the way they used to.

Kimberly said, "Cathy, would you be more comfortable walking the rest of the way with the blindfold on?"

Cathy said, "Screw the blindfold. I want to see the next jerk who yells that they want to fuck me."

Kimberly said, "We can call off our wager if you want. You've proven you're not a coward. The brothel part of my fantasy is really going too far. I'd hate to mess up your relationship with your boyfriend."

Kimberly might have convinced my wife to quit, but she had brought me into her argument.

Cathy snarled, "Fuck it! I don't have a boyfriend anymore. These inconsiderate assholes have left me horny as hell, and I desperately need to get laid, preferably more than once. So, don't tell me we're done. You know you are going to lose and are just scared I'll fuck you to death with your damn dildo. James, let's go."



Jean and the Great Beach Charade Ch. 04

We left the relative safety of the park for the half-mile walk back to our hotel. I was nervous about being back on the streets in Ft. Walton Beach. Fortunately, it was after three in the morning, and most of the college students on Spring Break had crashed for the night. Still, our slow pace left me too much time to worry about what could go wrong next. It had been a long, disturbing night, and I knew it was far from over. I dreaded what Kimberly had dared my wife to do once we reached the hotel. Kimberly's slave girl fantasy called for my wife being tied to a bed in a brothel and fucked by an endless stream of patrons. Somehow, I had to figure out a way to save my stubborn wife from her rash wager with Kimberly.

My beautiful 29-year-old wife was completely naked except for the dog collar James was using to lead her around. Kimberly had removed my wife's blindfold in the park after Kimberly had tricked her into peeing and masturbating in front of the group. Kimberly had then manipulated my wife into kneeling in front of James and giving him a spectacular blowjob while everyone watched. I had gotten so excited by my gorgeous wife's performance that I had knelt behind her and fucked her wet pussy. Fucking my wife in front of the group was one of the stupidest things I ever did. Everyone in the group thought that my wife was actually my girlfriend, and they had all heard Cathy declare in the cruelest terms that she was finished with me. Fucking my wife in public only confirmed that my wife was a willing sex object.

James was getting more and more into Kimberley's fantasy where he was both a slave master and brothel owner. When I first met James, he was a quiet, shy engineering nerd. He was becoming more confident and domineering by the minute. James was no longer nervous about touching my wife's naked body. Even more surprising was the way my smart, confident wife was allowing James complete liberty with her body as well as following his every command. I was walking behind the pair and watched James guiding my wife down the street with his hand cupping her sexy bare ass. I cringed when we reached a corner, and James pulled my wife into a passionate kiss. My wife pressed her body against his and moaned when he caressed her generous breasts.

I had tried to talk my wife out of accepting Kimberly's wager to act out the slave girl fantasy. She had ignored my pleas and had allowed herself to be auctioned off as a naked slave. My ability to influence my wife was limited as the result of our own private wager. My wife had joined me in Florida pretending to be my brazen mistress Cathy. If either of us broke the fantasy, we would lose the wager for a new car. My wife's stubborn refusal to lose the wager only fueled my resolve to beat her at her own game. She was trying every trick in the book to force me to acknowledge that she was my wife and thereby lose the bet. Her latest trick was to get into a quarrel with me and tell everyone that she was breaking off our affair. She had convinced everyone in the group that she was now unattached and available. My only hope of preventing a gangbang back at the hotel was to acknowledge that Cathy was actually my wife. If she didn't break off this stupid wager with Kimberly, then I would.

I was amazed that my wife was even able to walk after all of the wine and hard liquor she had consumed. The only explanation for her not being comatose was that the weed she had been smoking was laced with speed. I knew the combination had totally fucked me up. Considering my wife's lean dancer's body and all of the booze and drugs she had consumed, I could only guess at the state of her mind. I hoped that the only thing she was focused on was winning her wagers with Kimberly and myself.

I was in denial about her declaration that our marriage was over. I thought it was part of her strategy to win the wager. I knew she had every right to be furious with me for forcing her to dance with the big Alabama quarterback to get her wrap back. Even worse, I had watched Brent as he first seduced my wife and then fucked her senseless against the outside wall of The Club. I had been amazed as I heard my wife's weak protests turn to enthusiastic participation. She pleaded with him to fuck her hard and long. Her only demand was that Brent not cum inside of her. The smug bastard ignored her request. I had come to her aid too late to prevent him from shooting a massive load of cum into her fertile womb. Since being thoroughly fucked by Brent, my wife had taken every opportunity to insult and humiliate me. Maybe if I weren't so fucked up, I would have reacted to my wife's statement that we were through. If I had paid attention, I might have realized that her abuse was intended to drive me away forever. Even if I had listened, it was probably too late to save our marriage.

The group had gotten larger since we began walking from The Club as part of Kimberly's slave girl fantasy. We had started with my naked wife and me plus the four engineers and two cheerleaders from the University of Alabama. The two cheerleaders were wearing the official Spring Break outfit consisting of skimpy bikini bottoms and a necklace hanging between their bare breasts. We had picked up a couple of Alabama football players when we took a side trip to Cash's Liquors. Everyone had spent the day partying on the beach under the hot sun. All of us had spent several more hours drinking and dancing at The Club. Wally and John seemed to have an endless supply of potent joints laced with speed. Needless to say, we were all extremely drunk and strung out. The result was that we were making slow progress back to the hotel. James and my wife frequently making out only made our progress slower.

We finally got back to the Miracle Way Parkway. Our hotel was only a quarter of a mile down the four-lane highway. I was eager to get off of the highway even though at this late hour it was empty of any traffic. At our pace, it might take a good half hour to reach the hotel. I dreaded what awaited us at the hotel. I was desperate to come up with a plan that would prevent the planned gangbang while not revealing that Cathy was really my wife.

My thoughts were interrupted by a police car traveling down the opposite side of the divided highway. Kimberly and Amber moved closer to my wife to shield her naked body from view. Unfortunately, they were too late. The patrol car made a U-turn and its emergency lights came on. I hoped the police would continue down the highway, but they screeched to a halt next to Cathy and James. The driver turned on a spotlight and swiveled it around to shine on James and his slave. I thought the sparkling collar around my wife's neck made her look exotic. Her wet pussy was also glistening under the intense light making it obvious that she was naked except for the collar. Cathy shielded her eyes from the bright spotlight.

Two young officers slowly exited the Fort Walton Beach patrol car. They looked exhausted. I imagine it had been a long day for them as they tried to protect the city from the mob of crazed college students. The sight of a naked girl on a leash was probably not even the weirdest thing they had seen. Still, we were the only thing happening at this late hour. The policemen had name tags. The bigger officer was named Mike. His partner was Jerry.

Mike said, "Mam are you Ok?"

Kimberly said, "She's Ok, officer. It's just a sorority stunt. We're headed back to the Sheraton and will be off the street soon."

Mike said, "Thanks for the explanation but I need to hear it from the naked girl in the collar. Mam, are you Ok? Are you participating in this stunt of your own free will?"

Cathy leaned against James and stared up at his face waiting for permission to speak.

When James stared back with a blank expression, Kimberly said, "James, you have to give her permission to speak."

James said, "Slave, you can answer the officer."

Cathy looked at the policeman and said, "I'm fine. I am an obedient slave, and James is my master. I will do whatever he asks."

Mike blinked and looked at the large group. He turned back to Cathy and asked, "If your master tells you to have sex with him, will you obey?"

I groaned when my wife replied, "If he commands me to have sex with anyone, I will obey him. If you want to have sex with me, you will have to ask my master."

Mike took his partner aside to talk. I couldn't hear their conversation, but it was lively. The younger cop got a smile on his face that only grew as Mike continued to talk.

Mike walked back to James and Cathy. He looked at James and said, "Please remove the leash. You can leave the collar on her."

Cathy looked at James with mounting alarm as he fumbled at the clasp. James took the leash and stepped back. Mike wrapped his hand around my wife's upper arm and led her over to the patrol car. I started to follow, but Jerry stepped in front of me and told me to back off. I was in a daze as I heard Mike reading my wife the Miranda Rights, 'You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law ...'

I said, "What are you arresting her for? We're just walking peacefully down the sidewalk."

Mike looked at me and said, "Curfew violation, public indecency, prostitution and resisting arrest."

Mike pulled my wife's hands behind her back while Jerry handcuffed her.

Mike laughed and said, "I think we can skip searching her until we get to the station. Best I can see; she isn't concealing anything."

Mike turned to James and said, "You can try and get her out on bail tomorrow. We have a lot of kids in jail so it may take a while to get her in front of a judge."

I watched helplessly as they put my wife in the back seat before driving off. The last I saw of my wife, she was looking out the back window of the patrol car with a look of desperation. I expected the police car to make a U-turn and head back to Fort Walton Beach. Instead, it proceeded down the highway toward Destin until it was out of sight.

I stared down the road saying, "Crap, crap, crap!"

Kimberly said, "Well, there goes my fantasy."

I turned to her and shouted, "I don't give a crap about your stupid fantasy. You just got my naked girlfriend arrested, and I have no idea where the fuck they are taking her. Sure as hell, that is the wrong way to get to the Fort Walton Beach police station."

Kimberly snorted, "Did you miss the part where she told you to fuck off? It's nice of you to be concerned, but I'm fairly certain she's not your girlfriend any longer."

I sat down on the curb and rested my head in my arms. I couldn't believe this night could get any worse. I felt helpless. I couldn't imagine what my wife was thinking. She could lose her license to practice law which would cost her job.

Amber sat down next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. She said, "Don't worry. It's not as serious as it looks. The cops are trying to scare you. They arrest a lot of students and then let them off with a fine for jaywalking. It's how the city makes money. You should expect a fine of a few hundred dollars. In the end, Cathy won't even have a record."

I looked at Amber and said, "Thanks, that's the best news I could hear. Still, Cathy isn't going to like spending the night naked in the drunk tank. Any idea why they headed toward Destin?"

Amber shrugged, "Maybe the Fort Walton Beach jail is full?"

Everyone had joined me on the curb. Cathy's arrest had knocked the wind out of our sails. Wally handed me a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels, and I took a long pull before handing it to Amber. We finished off the whiskey, and someone opened another bottle. I was in despair and the more I drank, the more I became convinced Amber was right. There was nothing I could do before morning. We had been camped on the curb for nearly an hour before I staggered to my feet.

I said, "It's been a fun party, but I think I'd rather not sleep in the gutter. I'd like to get to my bed in the hotel. We'll get Cathy out in the morning."

We had just reached the driveway to the Sheraton when we saw headlights approaching from Destin. Amber recognized the patrol car first. I was surprised to see Cathy's face in the rear window.

Amber said, "What now?"

The car turned into the driveway and pulled to a stop beneath a bright street light. Mike and Jerry got out of the car. Jerry opened the rear door. Mike reached in to take Cathy's hand and help her from the car. It took me a second to realize that my wife was no longer in handcuffs. Mike held my wife by her upper arm and motioned James over to the car.

Mike said, "We tried to book her in Destin because the Fort Walton Beach jail was already overflowing with college students. Since they are also full, we are letting her go with a warning."

Mike proceeded to smack my wife on her ass hard enough for us to hear. Cathy squealed and covered her ass with her hands. I watched in surprise as she turned and smiled at the cop. I sucked in my breath when she glanced at his crotch and licked her lips. I knew it was my wife's tell that gives her away when she is horny and thinking about giving me a blowjob. The part that bothered me was that she always licks her lips after giving me head as well. What in the hell had the officer's done with my wife while they were supposedly driving her to the Destin jail?

Mike said, "Ok, Cathy, we're letting you go. If we pick you up again, we'll give you more than a spanking. So, I want you off of the street until you are wearing some clothes. Do you understand?"

Cathy looked at Mike and giggled, "I understand, Mike. I promise to behave. Thanks for letting me off easy. Thank you too, Jerry."

My jaw dropped when my wife threw her arms around Jerry and gave him a long kiss on the lips. The young officer put his hands on her bare ass as she pressed her body against his. When she broke her embrace with the smiling cop, she pranced over to Mike and repeated her performance. Both cops were smiling when they got into their patrol car.

Cathy turned and waved as they drove off. I couldn't miss the fact that both of her ass cheeks were bright red. Cathy had certainly received a lot more than a single slap on her cute butt from the officers. I was at a loss to explain her friendly attitude to the young cops. I would also have thought her arousal would have diminished riding in the air-conditioned patrol car. When she turned around to face us, I could see her flowering pussy was glistening in the streetlight.

I said, "What happened, Cathy? It's only six miles to Destin. Why were you gone so long if the jail was full?"

Cathy glared at me and said, "What part of not talking to me ever again didn't you understand, asshole?"

Cathy walked over to James and knelt in front of him. "Please Master, I feel naked without the leash."

James attached the leash to her dog collar and helped her to her feet.

Cathy bowed her head and said, "Please Master, take me to your brothel. I'm afraid the cops will arrest me again if we don't get off of the street."

James turned and tugged on the leash. My wife followed along behind him as he led the way down the driveway to our hotel. I hoped that James would take the path along the outside of the hotel so we could enter our rooms from the beach. Instead, James marched straight into the lobby. It was half-past 3 in the morning, and the lobby was deserted. A sign on the desk said to ring the buzzer for assistance. I breathed a sigh of relief. James led my wife and the whole entourage into the courtyard.

We passed the empty pool and were walking by the cabana when my wife said, "Please Master, can I take a shower? My body is dirty and sweaty from our walk."

There were outdoor showers next to the cabana so bathers could wash off before and after swimming. James led my wife over to stand under one of the showers. He grasped the leash next to her collar and held her firmly in place as he turned on the shower.

James said, "I want you to stand still. You will be punished if you move."

I would never have guessed that the shy, quiet engineer had a sadistic streak. My wife shrieked as the cold water hit her naked body. Somehow, she managed to stand still after her initial jerk. James turned her body around in the cold stream. Her body was trembling, and her nipples looked rock hard. James smiled and caressed an icy breast. His fingers tugged on her pointy nipple and rolled it between his fingers. My wife let out a long moan. I thought her shaking legs would give way.

Kimberly announced she needed some things from her room for the next part of her fantasy. She said she would be right back and scampered off.

James finally got tired of standing in the cold spray and turned the handle to warm. He unclipped her leash and told her to lean against the shower wall. He unwrapped a fresh bar of soap from the soap tray and began washing her trim back. His hands were firm on her body and my wife arched her back as James massaged her tired muscles. After he had worked his way down to her waist, he took her hands and placed them on the soap tray for support. My wife was bent over with her back horizontal. He tapped on the inside of her legs until her feet were spread wider than her shoulders.

James knelt down behind her and tapped her foot. My wife raised it for him to wash. After doing her feet, he washed his way slowly up her long legs. The young engineer took his time to appreciate her legs that were well-toned from years of dancing. He was working her muscles hard as his hands slid up and down her thighs. His hands slid higher with each pass, and my wife's body jerked when his hands bumped against her sex. He soaped up his hands and washed my wife's pussy from behind. I watched her push her ass back to meet his fingers as he scrubbed her flowering pussy. My wife moaned as she gyrated around his fingers. James laughed and pulled his hands away.

Cathy pleaded, "Please Master, please don't stop."

James ignored her pleas and went to work washing my wife's athletic ass. If I have a fetish, it is a woman's ass. My wife has a spectacular body, but I've always though her ass is her best feature. My friends generally disagree with me and insist that her generous breasts are phenomenal. I could understand James' reaction as he took his time washing my wife's stunning ass. She let out a long groan when he slid a soapy finger into her ass. James twisted his finger in her ass before thrusting it over and over deep into her back passage. Once again, I was stunned to see my wife allow someone to finger fuck her ass. My wife had never allowed me to even touch her virgin rosebud. I watched in wonder as she pushed her ass back to meet his plunging finger. I was very aware of how hard my dick was from watching a stranger fondle my wife in front of a crowd. James laughed again when she moaned. He pulled his finger from her ass and carefully washed his hands.

James stood my wife up and turned her around. He stepped back and poured some shampoo onto his hand. He lovingly washed my wife's bleach blond hair. After shampooing her hair, the second time, he worked in some conditioner.

He lifted her hands over her head and placed them on the shower head. He nudged her feet apart to expose my wife's aroused pussy. He put one hand behind her head and kissed her deeply while caressing her breast. My wife opened her lips and thrust her tongue into her master's mouth. James seemed in no hurry for the shower to end.

After a long kiss, James stepped back and soaped up his hands. He carefully washed her face before working his way down to her breasts. He must have thought they were in need of extra cleaning because he took a long time on each of her full breasts. My wife arched her back to push her breasts against his hands. Finally, he decided her breasts were as clean as they would ever be and soaped up her firm abdomen. My wife shuddered when his soapy fingers found her pussy and slid down the outside of her pussy lips. He was careful to avoid her clit despite the way her hips were gyrating under his gentle touch. He still hadn't touched her clit when he worked a soapy finger into her vagina. My wife moaned and twisted her lithe body around his middle finger. James pulled out his finger and soaped up his hands again. This time, he plunged two fingers deep into her vagina. He twisted them around and gave a few slow thrusts. My wife began pleading with James when he pulled his fingers from her pussy. He soaped up his hand again and quickly brushed his fingers up and down her pussy a couple of times before stepping back and saying, "Done."

Cathy looked at James with tears in her eyes and begged, "Please Master, please finish me. Oh God, please."

James laughed and turned off the hot water. My wife shrieked as the cold water hit her trembling body. James had grabbed the leash next to her collar and held her firmly as he turned her around to rinse off the soap.

James turned the water back to warm and handed the soap to my wife and said, "Wash me, slave."

My wife imitated James performance and washed James slowly and thoroughly. She pulled down his swim trunks and went to work on his cock. Her soapy hands slid up and down his erection causing him to groan.

Kimberly returned to join the group standing around James and my wife. She brought along another Alabama football player from the group that had been with Brent. At least she hadn't brought Brent. She stood next to me with a gym bag over her shoulder and asked me, "Did I miss anything?"

"James was very slow and methodical in washing Cathy. He seemed to delight in tormenting her. He brought her to the edge of an orgasm over and over. He just laughed when she begged for him to finish her. She's so tightly wound at this point, I think she'd be happy to go back and fuck the creep in the liquor store and his dog as well."

Kimberly laughed, "I'm glad to hear James followed my orders. I told him he could do whatever he wanted as long as she didn't have an orgasm. I was happy you left her unsatisfied when you fucked her in the park. I want her hot for the brothel part of the fantasy."

I swallowed hard when I realized I had played my part in supporting Kimberly's fantasy. My wife was used to a lot of sex and had been kept in a state of arousal since arriving in Florida. It had started when I interrupted her masturbating the previous morning. Later, I had brought my wife to the edge in our hotel room before the engineers had interrupted our love making. My wife's arousal had clouded her judgment, and she had agreed to go dancing at The Club wearing nothing except bikini panties and a flimsy beach wrap.

Brent, the Alabama quarterback, had stolen her wrap while she was winning a dance contest. I had been a first class asshole and pressured her to dance with Brent wearing only her panties to get her wrap back. The arrogant quarterback had led her outside and finger fucked her close to an orgasm. Her resistance was lowered by her intense arousal and a long day of drinking, dancing and sunbathing. She had refused Brent until he showed my wife his massive cock and offered her the chance to fulfill her big cock fantasy. She had willingly participated when he promised to pull out. I watched from the shadows while Brent worked his massive cock into my wife's tight pussy. He repeatedly brought her to the edge of an orgasm only to leave her unsatisfied in the end. I came to her aid too late to prevent Brent from shooting a massive load of cum deep into her fertile womb. My wife knew she was at the height of her fertility and was convinced that Brent had impregnated her. She was devastated that she had been so stupid. She decided to end our marriage rather than face my condemnation for the rest of her life.

She had eagerly accepted Kimberly's dare to participate in her pleasure slave fantasy. All of the engineers had examined her body before bidding the slave auction. Every one of the guys had shoved their fingers into my wife's vagina without the slightest protest from her. James had won the auction and put her on a leash to lead her through the 'foreign' city to his brothel back at the hotel. During the walk, James had gotten more and more familiar with her body. A couple of random drunks stopped their car and took turns fingering my wife. We made a side trip to Cash's Liquors where the clerk had agreed to give us a shopping cart filled with booze in exchange for fucking my wife in the ass. I put an end to clerk's assault when his police dog terrorized my wife. We went to a nearby park to allow my wife to recover from her ordeal in the liquor store. Kimberly had tricked my wife into peeing and masturbating in front of the group. Kimberly had removed my wife's blindfold before she reached her orgasm. While my wife kneeling in front of James to give him head, I had fucked her from behind. I had thought only of myself and selfishly left her unsatisfied once again. I have no idea what the police officers did while they had my wife in custody. She was clearly stimulated when they dropped her off. I doubt they did anything to relieve her arousal. James nearly getting my wife off while he washed her was the last straw.

My wife was stroking James' cock under the shower, and the poor engineer was moaning. He pushed her away and rinsed off before grabbing her leash and leading her back to his hotel room. I felt my panic growing. The only plan I could come up with to prevent my wife being gang banged was to admit that Cathy was my wife. Hopefully, they would accept how upset it would make me and drop the fantasy.

When we got back to the engineer's hotel room, the guys spent a couple of minutes putting away the booze we had bought while on Cathy's naked walk. Kimberly disappeared into the bedroom with the football players. I was left alone with my wife for a moment.

I said, "Cathy, I'm impressed that you had the guts to walk naked and blindfolded all of the ways from The Club. Isn't that enough to satisfy your slave girl fantasy? Please, can we just stop this nightmare for both our sakes? I promise I won't let Kimberly fuck you in front of the group with her damn strap-on dildo."

Cathy ignored me and yawned. Wally saw her and asked, "Cathy, if are you getting tired I have just the thing. Did you ever do Dexedrine in college when you pulled an all-nighter?"

Cathy said, "I used it several times. A couple of pills would be wonderful. I'd hate to fall asleep and miss the fun."

I said, "Cathy are you listening to me? We have to stop now."

Cathy looked at me and said, "There is no more we, Steve. We fucked up, and it's all over. Now I just want to have a little fun before I have to return home and face the music. Please, Steve, accept the fact that we are through."

Wally brought in a glass of water and two 15 mg capsules of Dex. Cathy swallowed the pills and washed them down.

Kimberly walked out of the bedroom with the football players and said, "Cathy, we're ready. Please come into the brothel."

Cathy hurried into the bedroom with Kimberly. I started to follow. I was ready to admit that Cathy was my wife, and put an end to the charade. I took a couple of steps before two of the football players grabbed me. I started to protest, and the third football player covered my mouth with duct tape. They carried me to an armless chair and sat me down firmly. They proceeded to tape my feet to the chair legs. They pulled my arms behind me and taped my wrists to the back of the chair. When they were done, I was securely fastened to the chair.

The big athletes lifted the chair and carried me into the bedroom. They positioned the chair, so I had a good view of my wife tied to the bed. Kimberly had used the cloth belts from the four plush bathrobes that came with the hotel room. There was a thick pillow under my wife's ass. My chair was positioned slightly to the side so I could see my wife's moist pussy as well as her heaving breasts. I was having trouble remembering the details of Kimberly's fantasy, but for some reason, my wife was blindfolded again.

Kimberly was kneeling on the bed and rubbing my wife's pussy with lubricant. Cathy moaned when the petite cheerleader rubbed lubricant up her slit. Kimberly found my wife's clit and rolled the sensitive nub between her oily fingers. My wife wailed from the intense stimulation. She was breathing hard and twisting on the bed. Kimberly worked a finger into my wife's vagina while continuing to jerk her clit. I watch in fascination as my wife's hips began to thrust against the probing digit. My wife's pussy was so wet, her nectar was flowing down between her ass cheeks and soaking the pillow. Despite her shower by the pool, the room was filled with the aroma of her arousal.

Cathy panted, "Yes, oh God yes, yes, yes ..."

Kimberly smiled and kept stimulating my wife until I could tell she was seconds from an intense orgasm. Kimberly displayed a sadistic grin as she pulled her hands away from my wife. Kimberly laughed and clapped her hands.

Cathy cried, "No, damn you, you fucking bitch."

Kimberly looked around the room and said, "She's almost ready. If you want her to stay ready, keep your hands away from her clit. If any of you retards gives her an orgasm, you will be banned from the fantasy."

Kimberly put more lubricant on her fingers and my wife's pussy. Kimberly pushed two fingers into my wife's vagina and worked them around. I had never brought my wife to an orgasm by just stimulating her vagina but even so the contact was keeping her intensely aroused. Kimberly pulled out her fingers and applied more lubricant to her small hand. I watched in amazement as she pushed all four of her fingers into my wife's previously tight vagina. The young woman twisted her fingers around inside my wife's vagina and thrust vigorously. Cathy's hips were bouncing off the pillow. Kimberly's pert breasts were jiggling as she plunged her fingers into my wife's flowering pussy. Kimberly pulled out her fingers and sat back to admire her work. Evidently, she wasn't satisfied.

Kimberly said, "Damn, this is the tightest pussy I have ever seen. I have to do something or none of you assholes will last more than a minute."

She poured some lubricant into the palm of her hand and rubbed her hands together. The cheerleader put the backs of her hands together and pushed just the tips of all of her fingers into my wife's pussy. She spread the lips of my wife's pussy apart and pushed her fingers in a little further. She very slowly worked her fingers in deeper and deeper. My wife was breathing hard and moaning. I had to believe it was painful or at least very uncomfortable. Kimberly leaned forward and pushed her tiny right hand hard against my wife's gaping pussy. I was stunned to see all of Kimberly's small hand slid into my wife's vagina.

My wife groaned, "No, no, no, oh God what are you doing?"

Kimberly leaned forward and sucked one of Cathy's hard nipples into her mouth. Her hand slowly thrust in and out of my poor wife's vagina. I wanted to scream that she was ripping my wife apart. All I could do was moan against the tape covering my mouth. I was shocked when my wife started pushing her hips up to meet Kimberly's hand. Cathy arched her back and whimpered as Kimberly plunged her fingers to the bottom of my wife's womb. It looked like Kimberly was dragging her fingertips over my wife's G-spot every time she pulled her hand out. In the past, I had tried giving my wife an orgasm by stimulating her G-spot, but I had always failed. Certainly, she had never orgasmed for me while we were fucking unless I played with her clit at the same time.

Kimberly looked at James who was standing next to the bed holding the dog leash that was no longer attached to my wife's collar. He was dazed and confused.

Kimberly said, "James, you need to get everyone organized into a line. You should go first, followed by your friends. The football players go last. All of you can take as many turns as you want until sunrise. If Cathy quits before sunrise, I win. You've got a little over two hours. Remember, I'll be pissed if any of you fuck heads gives her an orgasm."

Kimberly said to my wife, "Cathy, you can quit now or anytime you want. I know you'll never make it until sunrise so you should just quit now. I promise to be gentle when I fuck with my strap-on. I can guarantee you it will be a lot easier that way.

Cathy hissed, "Fuck you, Kimberly!"

Kimberly pulled her wet hand out of my wife's gaping vagina and slid off the bed. She turned to James, "I think it's your turn. Show her you are the Master."

Wally slapped James on the back. James pushed his swim suit to the floor, and his erection sprang free. It had been some time since my wife had given him a blowjob and the young man was fully recovered. The once shy nerd climbed onto the bed and knelt between my wife's spread thighs. I watched in horror as the skinny engineer positioned his cock at the entrance to my wife's vagina and slid home.

James groaned, "Oh God, that is so sweet."

Kimberly slapped James on the ass and said, "Enough sweet talk. Get to work. It's not that long until dawn, and everyone is waiting."

James wasn't waiting. He was already thrusting his long, skinny dick into my wife so fast I doubted he would last even a dozen strokes. After a couple of thrusts, I watched in dismay as my wife's hips rose to meet James. Their sweaty bodies slapped together over and over. The young engineer was soon panting hard in unison with my wife. The reason for Kimberly's madness was now apparent. My wife's vagina had been stretched so much that James was able to pump his cock into my wife for what seemed an eternity. I hadn't noticed when James started, but well after he started, I looked at the bedside clock. James lasted another six minutes before he groaned and shoved his cock into my wife's fertile womb. His body twitched as he shot his cum deep inside of my wife.

I shuddered at the sight before me as I was watched James' cum ooze out around his still hard cock. I was appalled that I was turned on by their performance. My cock was hard and straining against my swim trunks. James' flaccid cock slithered out of my wife's vagina followed by a trickle of cum.

Kimberly clapped her hands and yelled, "Next."

James barely managed to roll out of the way before he was replaced by his friend Robert. The second engineer copied James. He wasted no time before he was thrusting his erection into my wife like a jack rabbit. Once again, my wife matched the young man's rhythm. Robert hadn't cum recently, and he barely lasted five minutes. Once again I had a close-up view of Robert's glistening cock sliding out of my wife's pussy. Wally was next in line and demonstrated a more controlled approach. He began with long, slow thrusts and took his time building up to a pace that would make a long distance runner proud. My wife matched him thrust for thrust.

I was amazed at my wife's stamina. I know she has great conditioning from dancing, jogging, and cross-country skiing, but nevertheless, her endurance was impressive. I'm sure the Dexedrine Wally had given her helped.

I was startled by two feminine hands on my shoulder. Amber stood behind my chair and whispered in my ear, "I'm so happy they tied you up, so you cannot get away. I've done everyone else here so once I fuck you, I can move on."

I shook my head, but Amber just laughed. She slid her hands down my chest and teased my nipples. Her bare breasts pressed against my neck. I stared at the redhead when she knelt at my feet. Her hands grabbed the sides of my swim trunks, and she pulled them down an inch at a time. I tried pressing my ass into the chair to stop her, but she was persistent. My erection sprang free, and Amber licked her lips. She pulled my trunks down to my ankles. I groaned as she grabbed the base of my cock and gave it a couple of quick jerks. She licked around the head of my cock before swallowing the first couple of inches. Her head bobbed up and down while her hand slid along my shaft.

Amber stood up and slid the bottom of her swimsuit to the floor. Her pussy was bare except for a small triangle of red hair above her slit. Watching my wife fuck must have excited her. Her pussy was flowering and glistening. She pressed her wet pussy against my face and rubbed her nectar over my nose.

Amber said, "Too bad your mouth is taped. I would like your tongue on my clit. Oh well, a fuck is a fuck."

Amber turned around to face the couple fucking on the bed. She reached between her legs and guided my erection into her warm pussy. I groaned as she sat on my lap with her back against my chest. Amber was a lot looser than my wife used to be, and my cock easily slid home. The redheaded cheerleader slowly worked her pussy up and down my shaft. A couple of minutes later, she stopped to clap along with Kimberly when Wally blew his load in my wife's sopping pussy. John, the fourth engineer, took Wally's place. Amber decided to match John's pace as he fucked my wife. John started slow, but as soon as my wife matched his pace, he picked up speed. I was helpless as Amber bounced on my cock in rhythm with John and my wife.

I was embarrassed to be fucking Amber just a few feet away from my wife. I'm not sure why I cared since my wife had agreed to fucking everyone in the room at least once. Every now and then Amber would tighten the muscles around her pussy, but, even so, I was afraid I would last a long time. I had fucked my wife in front of everyone just a few hours ago in the park so I knew I would last longer this time. The longer Amber fucked me, the greater my chance of being caught by my wife. To make matters worse, Amber would stop when she heard my breathing getting ragged.

Amber was resting her sweaty back against my chest when I saw John cum in my wife's pussy. Amber clapped her hands along with Kimberly. The next guy in line was a big Alabama tackle. Amber and Kimberly broke into the Alabama fight song.

"Yea, Alabama! Drown 'em Tide!
Every 'Bama man's behind you;
Hit your stride! "

The bed sagged as the big man climbed between my wife's thighs. His erection matched his massive body. It wasn't as big as Brent's monster, but it was the biggest cock in the room. My wife groaned as the big tackle slowly fed his cock into her cum filled pussy. Kimberly had prepared my wife well, and the big guy drove his cock home with one thrust. The big man was solid muscle and easily outweighed the biggest of the engineers by a hundred pounds. Despite his size, he was superbly conditioned. He started slow, but after a half dozen thrusts he reached a steady pace. The bed shook as he pounded his cock into my wife. I was amazed that my wife had anything left. She squealed as he hammered his cock into her, and she thrust her hips up to meet him over and over.

Amber had wasted no time matching their pace as she worked her pussy on my erection. The tape over my mouth turned my curses into moans as I protested the redhead stopping every time I got close. I was so aroused, Amber had to stop four times while I watched the big tackle pound my wife. The big guy lasted almost twenty minutes and easily beat the engineers' performance.

Amber and Kimberly clapped and yelled, "Yea, Alabama!"

I felt pity for my wife as the big tackle was replaced by an even bigger guard. I think the new guy's cock was smaller, but maybe it was just his massive body that made it look smaller. He wasted no time in mounting my wife. He gave my wife a couple of trial thrusts before settling into a pace that was impressive for such a large physique. Once again, my wife eagerly thrust her hips up to meet his cock. She was moaning and pleading for release. All of the intense fucking was keeping her intensely aroused, but it just wasn't enough to give her the release she desperately needed.

I had watched my wife fuck so many men it was becoming a blur. I was so exhausted and at the same time so aroused, I thought I was losing my mind. Amber seemed determined to keep me on the edge. I groaned every time she stopped. The damn guard seemed to be in competition with the tackle and kept backing off every time he got close. He lasted twenty-two minutes. When he climbed off my wife, the tackle punched him in the arm and yelled, "Next time you're going down."

The last football player was a wide receiver. He looked at my wife's sloppy pussy in disgust. He took a wet wash cloth and cleaned up as much of the cum oozing out of my wife's gaping vagina as he could.

When the wide receiver climbed between my wife's legs, Amber and Kimberly clapped and yelled, "Yea, Alabama!"

Amber leaned back and whispered in my ear, "I had to stay and cheer for the team. Now, I hope you're ready to cum."

Amber laughed as she started bouncing on my cock in time with the wide receiver. I couldn't believe how happy I was that the wide receiver was pounding his cock into my wife faster than I thought was humanly possible. Somehow, Amber matched his pace. Even more surprising was watching my wife meet the wide receiver thrust for thrust.

Amber panted hard as she mauled her hard nipples. I knew she was done teasing me when she slid a hand down her taut stomach and rubbed her clit. Thank God, she was going to let me cum. The wide receiver beat both of us. He hadn't lasted more than three or four minutes. The tape covering my mouth forced me to breathe through my nose and I felt light headed. Amber was shrieking as her fingers flew over her clit. She continued thrusting her wet pussy up and down my hard cock with the same mad pace set by the wide receiver. Amber screamed, and her pussy contracted hard around my cock. Amber seized my balls with her free hand and squeezed causing me to shoot a massive load of cum into the pretty redhead.

I was in a stupor after Amber rode my cock to heaven and back. Exhaustion combined with too much booze and drugs left me drifting in and out of consciousness. I thought I was dreaming when saw the Alabama quarterback fucking my wife from behind doggy style. When I heard my wife shouting for Brent to fuck her harder, I realized it wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare.

***

The next thing I remember was waking up in bed with a jerk. I was spooning my naked wife. She stirred in response to my shudder and wiggled her trim ass into my crotch. It had all been a horrible nightmare. None of it had ever happened. Still, I was exhausted, and my head hurt with a wicked hangover. I fell back asleep.

I woke again when my wife stirred. My naked body was pressed against her bare back, and my hand overflowed with a soft breast. She moved my arm and got onto her hands and knees. I smiled at the sight of her beautiful breasts hanging down from her athletic body. She ignored me and moved over to straddled James who was sleeping on the other side of the king size bed. She bent down and kissed him hard on the lips.

Cathy said, "Wake up sleepyhead."

James stirred when she wrapped her hand around his morning wood. James groaned when she gave his cock a couple of slow pumps. The young engineer opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of my wife's generous breasts hanging down within easy reach. He reached up with both of his hands and grabbed the ripe fruit. My wife leaned forward and pressed her breasts into his roving hands. She whimpered as his fingers played with her nipples until they got hard. Cathy hopped out of bed and grabbed James' hand.

"Come on, lover. We need a shower."

As my wife led James out of the room, I asked, "Cathy, are you Ok?"

My wife paused and regarded at me with indifference. "I'm fine, asshole. Not that it's any business of yours."

My wife led James across the hall to the bathroom leaving me alone with my despair. The nightmare was all too real. I had hoped that Cathy's contempt was an act that would end once Kimberly's fantasy was over. Now, I had no idea what was going through my wife's head. I glanced at the clock and was surprised that it was nearly three in the afternoon. My head still throbbed, but my hangover had diminished to the point that I was able to crawl out of bed. The room was a mess. A cum stained pillow had been tossed in the corner. The chair I had been tied to was sitting at the foot of the bed with strips of duct tape still attached. I found my swim trunks and pulled them on. I smelled coffee brewing, and I headed toward the kitchen.

I was surprised to see that the bathroom door was open. The room was starting to fill with steam, but I could make out a couple of bodies through the clear glass shower. One of my wife's hands was raised over her head to grasp the shower head. Her other hand disappeared between their bodies and appeared to be vigorously rubbing her clit. Her long legs were wrapped around James' waist, and he was pounding his cock into her so hard that I could hear her ass banging off of the shower wall. Just to make it all worse, my wife was yelling encouragement to the skinny engineer.

"Come on, James. Fuck me harder. That's it. Right there, lover. Oh God, yes, yes, yes ..."

I staggered into the kitchen and collapsed into a chair at the table. Wally took pity on me and offered to get me a cup of coffee. It was nasty stuff, but I drank it anyway. We both tried to ignore the screams and thumping from the shower.

Wally said, "If your head is as rocky as mine you might appreciate a nice cold Bloody Mary."

I said, "Thanks, I'm still messed up. I cannot believe how much booze and weed we all did. I don't remember anything after Amber took advantage of me. I have no idea how I ended up in bed."

Wally said, "Maybe that is just as well you fell asleep. Your girlfriend was determined to win her bet with Kimberly. The whole slave fantasy went on until after sunrise."

I ignored Wally calling Cathy my girlfriend. I had no idea where I stood with my wife.

Instead, I laughed, "Whatever happened with Kimberly? I'd have loved to see Cathy doing that bitch Kimberly with a strap-on."

Wally said, "I think Kimberly disappeared when she realized she was going to lose. I have no idea where she went. I couldn't believe Cathy laughed the whole thing off. I thought she would be pissed."

"The last thing I remember, the third football player was taking his turn. I thought he was the last one. What happened after that?"

"Kimberly said Cathy had to keep going until sunrise. So, everyone took another turn. James couldn't get hard, so Cathy sucked on his cock until he could perform. Even with everyone going again, there was another hour left until sunrise, so Kimberly called for reinforcements. I was surprised when Brent showed up at the door. He complained to Kimberly that he was fucked out for the evening, but then he saw Cathy tied to the bed, and he changed his mind."

"Oh God, Brent again?"

"Yeah, unless you know another big Alabama football player with platinum blond hair. He untied Cathy and got her on her hands and knees. I was astounded at the size of his cock. Even more amazing was that he slid that monster into your girlfriend with no trouble. I've never seen anything like it. He just pounded her forever. She kept screaming for him to fuck her harder. Brent ignored Kimberly's command to avoid touching Cathy's clit. She was so wound up she came over and over. Brent, on the other hand, really was fucked out. It was after sunrise before he finally came. I untied you, and the football players helped get you into the bed. Everyone crashed after the football players left."

Wally gave me a refill on the Bloody Mary. It seemed to help clear the fog from my aching head. I was happy that the noise from the bathroom had stopped. James staggered into the kitchen wearing just his boxers. He looked done in. He barely managed to collapse onto a chair across from me. He held his head in his hands. Wally got him a glass of Bloody Mary. I expected my wife to join us, but instead the thumping from the bathroom started up again. I heard my wife yelling out encouragement to Robert. James didn't even look me in the eye.

I was on my second cup of coffee when Robert stumbled into the kitchen. He groaned and sat down. Wally gave him a glass of Bloody Mary. He emptied the pitcher into James' glass and mixed up another batch.

That is when my wife strolled into the kitchen wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around her wet hair. Ok, nothing more than a towel and James' dog collar. She had nicked herself shaving her pussy, so there was a piece of Kleenex stuck to her lower abdomen.

She leaned against the door frame and stared at me as she announced, "I'm starving. I hope someone is cooking breakfast because I know I'm not cooking anything for the rest of my vacation."

I looked around the room and realized everyone was looking at me. By profession, I manage advanced engineering research projects. My hobby is cooking because it provides instant rewards while research can take years to reach fruition. I got up and found a dozen eggs in the engineer's refrigerator. I know there were more eggs as well as ham and cheese back in our room. I went and got those items along with a large frying pan and a loaf of whole wheat bread. When I got back to the engineer's room, I put Wally to work toasting bread. I was able to get James busy breaking eggs into a bowl. I got two frying pans heating on the stove and began cutting the ham into cubes. My wife sat at the table watching while she drank a couple of tall Bloody Marys. John, the fourth engineer, stumbled into the kitchen while I was cooking. Cathy smiled at him the way a cat looks at a canary. She sat on his lap, and they made out. John's hands slipped between her legs, and I tried to ignore her moans as I cooked.

While we were eating, Cathy looked at me and said, "You might as well make yourself useful. You should take a volunteer and buy enough food to feed all of us for the rest of the week. You can check with Wally on our supply of alcoholic beverages, but I know you need to get more wine. You should probably buy a case of Riesling. If you do a good job, maybe I'll give you a reward."

I grumbled, but in the end, Wally and I went to Cash's Liquors and the supermarket after breakfast. I got a ton of food including the ingredients for a steak dinner later tonight. When we got back, there was a note saying Cathy had gone to the pool with the other three engineers. After we put away the food and put the steaks in an Italian dressing to marinade, Wally and I headed to the pool.

I was surprised to find Cathy lying on her back naked while John applied sunscreen. He was straddling her hips and rubbing sunscreen onto her breasts. I'm fairly certain sunscreen doesn't need to be rubbed in so intensely. John's erection was causing a large bulge in his swim trunks. There were several topless college girls around the pool, but Cathy was the only one who was completely naked. Several of the girls were giving my wife dirty looks. I couldn't blame them; my wife was gorgeous.

There were no free lounge chairs, so I went for a swim. It was hot and humid, and the water felt great. I alternated between brief dips in the Jacuzzi and laps in the pool. I didn't have a lot of energy, so eventually, I got out and wandered over to Cathy and the engineers. My wife heard me talking to Wally and sat up on her elbows.

She said, "Why are you still at the pool? Don't you think you should get to work on dinner?"

Well, I was hungry, so I'm sure everyone else was also. I showered outdoors by the cabana before I convinced John to help me with dinner. I put him to work cutting up potatoes for a German potato salad. I cut up a few pounds of string beans and lit some briquettes in the patio barbecue. When I was ready to put the steaks on I sent John to fetch the group. I served the steaks with a couple of bottles of Merlot. My wife had a bottle of Riesling to herself. Everyone was tired, so it was a quiet dinner until the wine started to loosen people's tongues. Wally pulled out a few joints and passed them around. I was glad the weed wasn't adulterated with speed. I was looking forward to a long sleep in my own bed. I hoped my efforts on the meal would persuade my wife to spend the night with me.

I had grabbed a couple of peach pies at the supermarket. I heated them in the oven and put a gallon of vanilla ice cream on the table. It's amazing how good it tasted while high on marijuana.

Cathy leaned back in her chair and yawned. She raised her hands over her head and stretched her glorious and very naked body. Damn, I would really like to smear a dollop of ice cream on her breasts and lick it off.

Cathy stood up and said, "Well, I hate to be a party-pooper but last night was exhausting. I'm off to bed. I think Wally and John deserve a reward for buying the groceries and making dinner, so they can sleep with me."

I sat at the table stunned as my wife dragged Wally and John off to one of the bedrooms. She pressed them into the bedroom and left the door open.

Wally said, "Sorry man. That was harsh. I know I appreciate all of the work you put into dinner."

I left for my hotel room alone before I had to listen to my wife fucking the two lucky engineers.

***

I woke up alone on Tuesday in my hotel room. Even though it was late in the morning, I didn't feel like getting out of bed. I felt an overwhelming sense of despair. We had five more days of vacation left, and I wasn't sure how much more of my wife's disdain I could handle. I was confused by her behavior. Was she simply playing the role of my slutty girlfriend Cathy or was she serious about wanting a divorce? Whatever she was up to it was obvious that she was enjoying herself immensely. I'd known since our earlier days together that she was a lot more sexually experienced than I was. I had completely accepted her argument that woman had the right to enjoy sex just as much as a man without being shamed as a slut. My scientific mind accepted the idea that sexual gratification was an important evolutionary factor for both men and women. Still, she had cut me out of her life, and I was hurt and hurt to the depths of my soul. Fuck science! All I could do was stand on the outside and watch her give all of herself to strangers. If she kept up this charade, I would be happy to give her the divorce she asked for. Perhaps that was her plan.

I thought about the night she had acted out Kimberly's slave girl fantasy. She had been tied to the bed and fucked by all of the engineers and four Alabama football players at least twice. I had watched everyone take their first turn with my wife before passing out from exhaustion after Amber took advantage of me.

I had woken up later to see Kimberly lead Brent into the room. Even though my wife was blindfolded, she had recognized the Alabama quarterback's monstrous cock. If that wasn't bad enough, she had started yelling out encouragement to Brent as he pounded his huge cock into her sloppy pussy. She even went so far as to tell him he was the best fuck she had ever had. I know my wife had been kept unsatisfied the whole day, and Brent finally gave her orgasm after orgasm, but her praise for his sexual prowess was too much for me to take.

Thinking about my wife bucking her hips in time with Brent's relentless fucking was getting me aroused. I wrapped my hand around my morning wood and slowly stroked my cock as I recalled how I had fucked my wife doggy style in the park. It was the last time she had let me touch her. I thought about how my wife's beautiful breasts shook when Brent took her in a similar manner. She had been screaming as the quarterback's fingers rubbed her clit. My hand was stroking my cock faster and faster as I thought about my wife's sweaty body bucking under Brent's long and intense fucking. I kicked back the covers just before I came all over my stomach. I groaned as I felt a twinge of pain in my groin. It was only a 3 or 4 out of 10 on the pain scale. At least I was recovering from my little fertility procedure. Too bad the operation was looking like a waste of money.

I got up and took a shower before heading over to the engineer's hotel room wearing a tee shirt and my swim trunks. My wife was lying naked on her side on the couch watching reruns of I Love Lucy. She had a bowl of grapes in front of her that she was sharing with Robert who was lying behind her. She paused to pull a bottle of Reisling from between the cushions of the couch. The bottle was almost gone, and I noticed she didn't share it with Robert. The engineer's hand was playing with her breast, and he was sucking on her neck. She was going to have a major hickey. As I got closer, I saw that her right knee was bent, and her right foot was in front of her left knee on the couch. Her hips were rocking very slowly. That was when I noticed that Robert's cock was sliding in and out of my wife's wet pussy. My wife set the grapes aside and slid her hand down her taut stomach and began rubbing her clit.

Cathy demanded, "Pick up the pace Robert. Come on, fuck me faster."

My wife's fingers began flying over her clit. Robert began driving his cock into her pussy as fast as he could in his awkward position. His hand was mauling her breast. He grabbed her nipple and twisted it hard. My wife screamed, and her body shuddered. Robert wasn't far behind. He grunted and drove his cock in deep. He grabbed my wife's hip and held her shaking body tight against his crotch. I watched in dismay as his cum oozed out around his cock and slid down my wife's thigh.

My wife took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She saw me watching. She smirked and said, "About time the cook showed up. I'm famished. Why don't you get busy and whip up some pancakes and fried eggs? I need some protein."

I headed to the kitchen and got to work on breakfast. It looked like today wasn't going to be any better than yesterday. I mixed up a batch of pancakes from scratch. I have no idea why anyone uses a mix. Scratch only takes a couple more minutes and tastes so much better. Mixing the ingredients together from memory kept my mind off of my wife. Soon the suite was filled with the smell of hot butter and frying sausages. Wally and John stumbled out of the bedroom. The last time I saw them, my wife was dragging them off to bed. The young college men looked exhausted. I have no idea where my wife got her energy. While I was cooking, Robert staggered into the kitchen and tossed out the empty bottle of wine. He pulled a cold bottle from the refrigerator and pulled the cork on a new bottle of Riesling. He carried the new bottle out to my wife. I'm glad I got a case of Riesling but at the rate, she was drinking, the case wouldn't last more than two or three days.

I looked at my naked wife as she grabbed the bottle and took a long swallow. She said something to James before bending over the back of the couch. James grabbed my wife's hips and drove his cock into her unprotected vagina. I flipped the pancakes while I listened to my wife scream out encouragement to James. Wally and John shared a joint with Robert. I watched as they did rock, paper, scissors for who would fuck my wife next.

I got everyone to the table after I'd cooked the first batch of pancakes. The guys were wearing swim trunks and tee shirts. My wife was still completely naked except for James' dog collar. Even with her hair a mess and her body covered with bite marks and sweat, she looked gorgeous. I had to make three batches of pancakes, two pounds of sausage and two dozen fried eggs before the starving group was satisfied. When everyone was done, I sat down to eat my breakfast.

Everyone except my wife looked exhausted, and I had to listen to her complaining about the guy's lack of stamina. I wasn't surprised at the guys. Robert and James had been virgins. I imagine their sex life consisted of whacking off to porn videos every couple of days. Wally and John were more experienced but neither currently had a girlfriend. I imagine their sex lives were similar to the first two guys. On the other hand, my wife and I had been trying to make a baby for the last few years. Before I had complications from my fertility operation, we had been having sex at least twice a day. When my wife was ovulating, we had sex four or five times a day. I wasn't surprised she had worn out the four young engineers.

Cathy said, "Steve, you're still a number one asshole, but I'm going to give you a chance to get back into the rotation. If you can do one little thing right, you are in."

I didn't like negotiating from my weak position, but I was horny and staring at her breasts was making me hard.

I said, "Ok, I'll bite. What do I need to do to get into your good graces?"

Cathy laughed, "I wouldn't go that far. I said I would let you fuck me. I didn't say anything about liking you ever again."

I snorted, "Ok, what do I have to do to get back onto your fuck schedule?"

Cathy scowled at me for a minute before saying, "These guys need a tutorial on oral sex. As I recall, your wife said she trained you well. I think you should help me provide a demonstration for these nerds."

I glared at my wife and shook my head. What the hell had happened to my modest, self-conscious wife? It seemed that Cathy, her slut alter ego, had taken control.

I said, "Are you serious? You want me to go down on you in front of these guys?

"Exactly, Steve. I could train them, but I think a demonstration would be a lot faster. These poor engineers need to be educated in techniques for pleasing a woman. If you don't want to do your part in furthering their education, you can stick to cooking and cleaning."

I glared at her before I finally stood up and said, "Ok, let's go to the bedroom."

Cathy stood up and laughed, "I think the lighting is better here. I want you to perform your demonstration here on the dining room table."

I looked at my wife's sweaty body and said, "I think you need a shower first. You're still leaking cum out of your pussy."

Cathy put her hands on her naked hips and smirked, "Guess you'll just have to lick the engineer's sperm out of my pussy."

"Not going to happen. I've never had any desire to lick another man's cum out of a woman's pussy, and I'm not going to start now. If you want me to lick your pussy, it had better be clean."

Cathy glared at me for a moment before striding out the sliding door to the beach patio. She said, "I'm going to shower in your room. While I'm gone, you can clean the engineer's bathrooms and do the dishes. This place is turning into a pigpen."

While she was gone, I organized the engineers to clean their hotel room. Evidently, the hotel staff was overwhelmed by all of the college students trashing the hotel. My experience as a program manager had some utility in supervising the young engineers. Fuck if I was going to do it for them.

Cathy took her time cleaning up. When she returned, her skin glowed. Her hair had been carefully brushed and braided. The engineers had cleaned the dining room table and covered it with a blanket. They had even brought in a pillow. Cathy had brought her Sony Discman and a pair of portable speakers.

She set up her music player and said, "We need some music, and I choose some tunes to go with the demonstration."

Cathy hit play and hopped up onto the dining table. She fluffed up the pillow and lay back with her legs spread wide. She scooted down until her ass was close to the edge. I went into lecture mode and ignored Cathy's choice of music.

I said, "One big difference between men and women is that men have no problem with a woman grabbing their cock right from the start. On the other hand, most women will go through the roof if you touch their clit with no foreplay. Women take a little longer than men to warm up, but if you care enough to show some patience, you'll find they can be stimulated to an orgasm as intense as any you'll ever have. In fact, if you've been paying attention, you should have noticed that Cathy can have multiple orgasms."

While I was talking, I was engaged in a little foreplay with my wife. I was annoyed when my wife turned her head when I tried to kiss her.

Cathy said, "Let's keep this to sex, asshole. I'm not interested in kissing and pretending I care for you."

I noticed that my wife's left tit was bruised, and she flinched when my lips brushed over her nipple. It looked like teeth marks. I focused on her right breast before working my lips down her taut abdomen. I kissed my way around the outside of her labia. My hands massaged their way up the insides of her thighs. My hands cupped her ass cheeks as she locked her ankles around my neck. My tongue dipped between her pussy lips for a short run up her slit. I was careful to avoid her clit but was still rewarded with a moan from my wife.

I pressed two fingers against the entrance to her wet vagina and was surprised at how easily they slid inside. Maybe I should thank Brent. My wife's pussy had always been so tight I always came too soon. In the past, she had complained when I tried to work more than one finger into her vagina. Now she was gyrating her pussy around my fingers and humming to the music. My fingertips were rubbing across her G-spot when I finally flicked her clit with my tongue. A few minutes of licking and sucking on that sensitive nub brought my wife to her first orgasm. Just to prove my point about multiple orgasms, I brought my wife to a couple more orgasms. Now it was my turn.

I stood up and dropped my swim trunks. My cock was rock hard. All I had to do was aim and shove my erection deep into her warm, wet pussy. Her legs were still wrapped around my neck, so I pushed her knees against her shoulders and began pounding my cock into my bitchy wife. I was angry, and I focused my frustration on hammering my cock into her tender pussy. My wife began squeaking in time with the table as it slid back and forth over the floor. I had masturbated earlier, so I lasted a long time. My wife's newly stretched vagina felt awesome. It was just tight enough without being too tight. It was now a Goldilocks's pussy.

My wife's fingers were rubbing her clit as I fucked her hard. I had to pause every couple of minutes when she orgasmed, and her vagina grasped my cock. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning. We were both sweaty and breathing hard. It was the longest fuck I'd ever had with my wife.

As I continued to fuck my wife, my pace matched the music she had put on. Gradually I realized she had put one song into a loop. Her selection was no accident, and the message was hardly subtle. She had chosen ABBA's "Knowing me, knowing you."

Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
There is nothing we can do
Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
We just have to face it, this time we're through
Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go

I was close to crying, but I refused to accept we were through. I knew we had broken our marriage vows, and my wife felt broken. Still, I was determined to find a way to save the years we put into our marriage. In my misery, I came hard before collapsing onto the floor. My body was wracked with sobs, and I was barely aware that Wally had taken my place.

We spent the rest of the day in the engineer's hotel room. My wife laid on the couch watching old movies cuddling with one or more of us. Sometime in the afternoon, my wife decided to go for a three way. I'd always dreamed about fucking my wife in her gorgeous ass. I finally got my chance when she had Robert fuck her against the wall while he worked lubricant into her tight ass. She straddled James and directed me to shove my cock into her ass. It was awkward until the three of us managed to get into a rhythm. I was disappointed. It wasn't nearly as pleasant as fucking her pussy. I guess the appeal is how dirty the whole idea is. Maybe God really didn't intend us to commit sodomy.

As the sun was setting, I got James and Wally to help me cook a spaghetti dinner with garlic bread and a large bowl of salad. I'm glad we made a large batch of pasta because Wally pulled out a couple of joints and enhanced our appetites even more. My wife switched from Riesling to Chianti for the meal. We took turns fucking my wife after dinner, and I remember starting the night in the same bed as my wife. In the morning, I could hear moaning in the other bedroom. Did my wife ever sleep?

Wednesday morning started out much like the day before. I got Robert and John to help me make scrambled eggs with ham and cheese. I made a ton of biscuits from scratch. While we were busy in the kitchen, Wally and James were entertaining my wife in the living room. My wife was bent over the back of the couch facing the TV with her legs spread wide. She was watching Family Feud and razzing the contestants when they answered the question wrong. I heard her yell "Box of rocks" for the dumber answers. She hardly seemed to pay attention as James fucked her first. Wally took her in the same position, but he had been paying attention during my demonstration. His hands slid down her tummy and found her clit. My wife bucked her hips enthusiastically to meet Wally's thrusting cock. Even though I was prepared for it, I still jumped when she shrieked along with her orgasm.

Sometime in the afternoon, I fell asleep in one of the bedrooms. It was late afternoon when Wally shook me awake.

"Go away. Can't you see I'm exhausted? That demon has sucked me dry."

Wally said, "Cathy asked James to parade her down the beach. I thought maybe you might be interested."

I asked, "What is she wearing?"

"Nothing except for her collar and the leash."

I said, "Naked? Are they crazy? The beach is packed with college kids at this time of day, and there are cops everywhere."

I couldn't find my swim trunks and pulled on the first pair I could find. I ran out onto the beach barefoot and looked for my wife. I heard hoots and hollers coming from a mob a quarter mile up the beach almost to The Crab Shack. I sprinted to the wet sand and ran down the beach. I had to fight my way through the crowd to catch a glimpse of my naked wife happily following James as he and Robert led her along the beach using the damn leash. I had a hard time getting close. I couldn't understand why her ass glistened in the late afternoon sun.

My wife's eyes kept darting around the crowd. She grinned every time some guy grabbed his crotch and offered to fuck her. She was breathing hard, and her gorgeous breasts were heaving. She was tremendously aroused from the attention the crowd was paying her naked body. Her hand was stroking her stomach in circles that kept dropping lower. I watched in amazement as my wife stopped and leaned against James. Her fingers brushed across her clit, and her body began to shudder. She tilted her head back and rubbed her fingers over the top of her slit. Cathy shrieked as her body shook. James and Robert had to grab her upper arms to keep her from falling. The mob screamed its approval. After a couple of minutes to recuperate, Cathy started walking again.

When we got to The Crab Shack, and my wife said, "Here."

Robert had a blanket from the hotel room, and he and James spread it on the warm sand. My wife pulled off James swim trunks to the accompaniment of more yelling. My wife knelt in front of the young engineer and sucked his nearly hard cock into her mouth. The crowd went wild. Cathy bobbed her head up and down his shaft until she was happy with his erection. She encouraged him to lie on his back. James was still holding her leash as she straddled his hips. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her wet vagina. James groaned as my beautiful, naked wife bounced a couple of times up and down his cock.

She leaned forward and mashed her ample breasts against his skinny chest. I understood why her ass appeared oily when she turned her head and directed Robert to kneel behind her. She reached behind her and pumped his cock a couple of times. My wife said something I couldn't hear over the crowd, and Robert pressed his cock between my wife's ass cheeks. My wife reached around and adjust the position of his cock. She gave a long moan as Robert eased his cock into my wife's fantastic ass. I was amazed at what she was doing in front of the screaming crowd of maybe a hundred college students. She had always been modest and vehemently opposed to any anal contact.

It took a little time for the guys to work out a rhythm and they had to start slow. I could see Robert was pulling his cock almost all of the way out before driving forward and pushing my wife's pussy against James' cock. After they had got their act together, my wife started kissing James passionately. Robert slipped his hand around Cathy's abdomen. My wife was pinned between the two engineering students and couldn't even jump when Robert found her clit. His other hand grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple. From the way she screamed, I think it was the one with the bruise. The guys had fucked so much the last few days, they lasted a long time. Every time my wife orgasmed, she screamed, and the crowd cheered. The decks of The Crab Shack were filled with students trying to see over the heads of the growing crowd.

Robert came first in my wife's tight ass. I hoped that James would follow soon, and I could get my wife back to the hotel room. Instead, some stranger knelt behind my wife and shoved his cock in her ass. Cathy squealed in delight as he drove all of the ways home. The new guy didn't last long. He came shortly after James shot his load into my wife's pussy. The stranger disappeared into the crowd to the accompanied of derisive hoots. I was in shock as I watched my wife crawl off of James and remain on her hands and knees panting hard. I could see cum oozing out of her ass and pussy and running down her thighs. She made no effort to cover herself.

I started to move forward but was pushed aside by an athletic college student with platinum hair. He knelt behind my wife and drove his monstrous cock into her gaping vagina with one thrust. My wife didn't even turn her head as she shrieked in what could only be described as ecstasy.

"BRENT! Oh my God, I love your cock."

Brent said, "I told you I wanted to fuck you again. Do you want me to fuck your tight pussy?"

"Oh God, yes, please. You fuck so well. Baby, I love your cock. Please fuck me hard."

Brent slowly pulled his cock out until only the tip was nestled between her swollen pussy lips. His long fat cock glistened in the sun before he eased it back in. My wife shoved her ass back hard with a wet slap against his crotch. Brent laughed at her impatience and held her hips tight against his body.

"Slut, do you like my cock? Do you want me to pound your pussy and shoot my cum deep into your womb?"

"Yes! Oh God, yes. Please, baby, don't tease me. I need you to fuck me as hard as you can with your magnificent cock."

"Is my cock the best you've ever had? Has anyone fucked you better?"

I watched my wife twist her ass against Brent's crotch desperate for stimulation. She shook her head refusing to answer. Brent slapped her ass cheeks hard, first one then the other. My wife shrieked while Brent spanked her ass. He rained down a dozen blows leaving her ass cheeks bright pink.

Brent stopped and said, "Well bitch?"

"Oh God, Brent, your cock is the best. No one has fucked me better. Please stop talking and fuck me. I can't take it. Please just fuck me."

Brent laughed. "I rarely fuck a girl twice, but I like your tight pussy around my cock. You're the hottest bitch on the beach. I want to grab your gorgeous breasts and fuck my big cock into your sweet pussy. I'm going to find your clit and drive you to one orgasm after another. But if you want me to fuck you, I need you have to promise me something."

"Oh God, Brent, anything. Please, I'll promise whatever you want."

"OK, I want you to be my slut. I've had three girls today, and none of them compare to you. I want to fuck you whenever I wish. Even if you're with your boyfriend or husband and I snap my fingers, I want you to come running and let me fuck you. I don't care if they watch but I want you whenever I ask. Understood?"

"Yes, yes, oh God yes, anytime you want. Please, I want you to fuck me forever. I'll be your slut. I belong to you. Now, please fuck me and fill me with your hot cum."

I watched with my mouth open as I listened to my wife begging for his cock. I'm not sure if she knew that I was in the crowd, but nevertheless, she drove a dagger into my heart.

Brent laughed, but he kept his word. He went from rest to a hard pounding fuck as soon as she promised to betray our marriage whenever he asked. He started with long hard thrusts that my wife met with a push of her ass. Brent bounced off of her ass with rapid wet slaps. As promised, he grabbed one of her generous breasts and mauled the soft flesh. Her free breast shook with the impact of their intense fucking. The star athlete's other hand slipped down her stomach and found her clit. My wife screamed with her first orgasm as Brent's fingers flew across her sensitive nub.

"Brent, oh God, Brent. Fuck me. Fuck me forever. Don't ever stop."

"Slut, is my cock the best you've ever had?"

I realized Brent had never called my wife by her name. He didn't know it. The arrogant bastard didn't give a damn about her other than when his cock was fucking her tight pussy.

"Oh God, Brent, your cock is the best in the world. It's so big and so hard."

"Do you like the way I fuck you?"

"Oh fuck me. Oh, oh, oh, fuck yes. No one fucks better. You're so much better than my asshole husband. I'm going to leave him, so you have me whenever you want. Ah, ah, ah fuck me!"

I heard James gasp when my wife shouted she was married. None of the engineers had known Cathy was married. Certainly, none of them suspected she was married to me. She had left her wedding ring in California, while I had worn mine. The guys believed I was cheating on my wife with my hot girlfriend. Now, Cathy had shouted she was married too. I imagine they thought the two of us were swingers from sinful San Francisco.

Brent slapped her ass cheek and yelled, "Do you want me to cum in your pussy?"

"Ah fuck yes, yes, yes. Fill my fertile pussy with your hot cum. Give me your baby, Brent."

"Are you going to tell your husband I shot my potent cum into your tight pussy? If I knock you up, are you going to make the stupid cuckold raise my child?"

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck him. I despise my husband. He doesn't give a shit if you fill me with your cum. He doesn't care if I have your baby. He's an asshole. Ah, ah, ah ..."

Brent laughed, "I'm going to shoot a massive load of cum into your womb while you orgasm hard on my cock. Is that what you want?"

"Oh God, yes. Rub my clit. Squeeze my tits. Fill me with your cum. Fuck me forever."

Brent drove his cock into my wife's quivering body for what seemed forever to me. His fingers strummed her clit like a banjo. Once my wife orgasmed the first time, it wasn't long until Brent pushed her to a second and a third. My wife orgasmed again and again while the quarterback kept pounding into her wet vagina. Her orgasms came closer and closer until her nearly continuous shrieks became incoherent. She would have collapsed, but Brent's strong arms held her sweaty body secure.

After a half hour, people started making bets on how long Brent would last. I shook my head when someone bet that the big Alabama quarterback would fuck my wife to death.

That is when I saw Mike and Jerry, the two cops who had arrested my wife a couple of days ago. They waited patiently while Brent drove his cock into my wife. Mike had an Instamatic, and he moved around the couple snapping pictures. It was nearly an hour before I got to watch the quarterback arch his back and hold his cock in the depths of my wife's vagina. His body shook as he shot his cum into her fertile womb. When his flaccid cock slipped from her vagina, a massive amount of cum seeped out of her engorged pussy and ran down shaking thigh. The football player staggered to his feet and saw the cops. He hurried into the crowd as my wife collapsed onto the blanket.

Mike and Jerry reached down and grabbed my wife by her biceps to pull her to her feet. She opened her glazed eyes and managed to smile at the cops. Her braid had come undone, and her hair half covered her face. Cum was running down her trim thighs.

Cathy murmured, "Mike, Jerry, I'm so happy to see you guys."

Mike said, "Same here but we warned you when we let you go the last time. I'm afraid you are under arrest, and this time, you won't get off so easy."

Cathy put her arms around Mike's neck and pressed her body against his. She gave him a deep kiss before asking, "What are you arresting me for this time, jaywalking?"

Mike shook his head and said, "It's not the middle of the night. This time, it's serious. There are a lot of witnesses, and we have photographs. You are under arrest for public indecency, public fornication, solicitation, sodomy, assaulting an officer and resisting arrest."

Cathy smirked and said, "Mike you are a poopy head. I know you just want to get me alone again."

Cathy turned her back to the cop and held her wrists behind her back. Mike immediately cuffed her.

My wife squealed and said, "Not so tight, Mike."

I tried to follow, but the crowd got in the way. The last I saw my naked wife; the cops were walking her toward the parking lot.

Wally put his arm around my shoulders and said, "I'm really sorry man."

I said, "If they convict her, she'll lose her license to practice law. That would be the end of her career."

Wally half-heartedly tried to calm my fears, "I think they are just trying to up the fine."

"More likely, they'll lock her up for a year."

Wally shook his head, "That wouldn't be cool. I doubt they want to spend the money to keep her in jail. Let's go call the police station and find out the fine."

It was after five by the time we reached the hotel. I called the Fort Walton Beach police station and asked about my wife. The desk sergeant had to yell over the turmoil in the station. He said it was too late to process her today if she had just been arrested. He told me to call back tomorrow. I spent the evening ranting to the engineers.

"Why did you take her for a walk along the beach naked?"

James said, "It was Cathy's idea. She wouldn't take no for an answer. I tried to talk her out of it, but she refused to listen. She said she was going out for a walk one way or the other."

I was too distraught to cook, and Wally ordered pizza. I awoke early on Wednesday morning and called the station at 8 AM. They told me to call back later. The jail was packed with college students they had arrested the previous day, and the backlog would take some time to process. I called back every hour and got the same message. Just after noon, I was informed that they had processed everyone, and there was no one under the name Cathy Miller. I realized she was smart enough not to give a false name to the police. I asked if they had a Jean Williams.

The desk sergeant laughed, "Oh, you mean the naked girl. Yeah, she's here. The court is pretty backed up, so she's scheduled to go before the judge tomorrow morning. It could be anytime between 9 AM and noon."

I groaned when I heard that my wife was famous even amongst a large number of disorderly college students. I had no choice. Unless she used her one call to reach me at the hotel, I was stuck until tomorrow.

The engineers tried to get me to join them for dinner at the Crab Shack, but I preferred to stay in my hotel room and brood. Sometime after midnight, I heard a lot of noise from the engineer's hotel room. Evidently, they were now famous amongst the Alabama college students and had used their fame to pick up girls. I found my earplugs and tried to sleep.

Thursday morning, I was at the courthouse early. I checked with the clerk, and my wife's name was not on the docket for the morning. He told me to check back before the afternoon session. I went back to the hotel and called the desk sergeant again. He told me that the court calendar was overcrowded, and the earliest she would appear in court was in the afternoon.

I got the same runaround in the afternoon. I drove to the jail and asked to see my wife. I was politely informed that they didn't allow visitors before arrangement. The only person she could see was a lawyer, and she hadn't requested one. I asked the desk sergeant to give her a note. I told her I would get her a lawyer.

I saw Mike and Jerry, the cops who had arrested my wife. I went over to talk to them.

"Do you guys know how my wife is doing?"

Mike smiled and said, "Last time I saw her, she had a grin from ear to ear. She's been very cooperative. I think we should give her an award for good behavior."

"I don't understand."

Jerry laughed and slapped Mike on the back, "Jean started by helping the police cadets practice stop and frisk procedures. The instructor used her to train them in arrest practices and prisoner transportation. We used Jean's real arrest record as the training exercise. Don't worry. She wasn't naked. We gave her a tee shirt to wear. We let each cadet pat her down, arrest her, read her rights, walk her to the interrogation room, take her statement and do a full cavity search while the instructor and other students watched. After a couple of times through the lesson, the cadets were performing the tasks better. Some of the older cops asked to do a refresher course. She is a real trooper and smiled the whole time."

I went back to the hotel and called every lawyer in the phone book. I never reached any of them. Their secretaries informed me that they were overwhelmed with cases involving the college students. I expressed my despair to the last person I called. She was a legal secretary, and she had had experience with handling cases for college students getting too enthusiastic during their Spring Breaks. She asked me a few questions. She whistled when I told her what the police had arrested her for.

She said, "They'll hit her with a big fine -- maybe five or six hundred dollars. Don't worry there won't be any record. She'll get to plead to some minor offense if you pay the fine."

I went back to the police station and found a different man behind the desk. I asked the desk sergeant to give my wife another note. I told her not to worry. I went back to the hotel and had another miserable night. The engineers had another party. I was so glad my wife had made them famous. I wanted to kick their sorry asses.

Friday morning, the clerk told me she was on the docket for the afternoon. The judge was doing his best to clear the cases, but it was possible she would have to wait until Monday. I was relieved when my wife was led into the courtroom just after four in the afternoon. She was shackled hand and foot and was dressed in a baggy orange jumpsuit. The judge was an older woman. It was hard to miss the large gold crucifix around her neck.

The judge looked at the charge sheet before glaring at my wife. The judge said, "Jean Williams, Easter is a sacred time for good Christians. Sadly, every year, I am shocked to find college students profaning their Lord's resurrection. I have presided over cases involving nearly every type of immoral behavior, but your depraved acts on our public beach exceed anything I have ever encountered. Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed for committing the same disgusting transgressions you did. If it were up to me, I would lock you away for five years without parole. Unfortunately, we would have to pay to incarcerate you, and I won't do that to the God-fearing citizens of this town. I'm sure they would prefer that I banish you back to that wicked place you call home. There's a note in your file saying you cooperated with the police while in jail. So, I am willing to reduce the charges to jaywalking if you pay a fine and agree never to return to Fort Walton Beach. How do you plead?"

My wife looked at the floor and said, "Guilty, your honor."

The judge said, "I fine you $500 plus $100 a day for the expenses of incarcerating your sorry being. You will remain in jail until your fine is paid."

She smacked her gavel down and said, "Next case."

I was relieved that the clerk accepted my credit card for the $900 fine. It was steep for a jaywalking charge, and I was sure the God-fearing judge was just using the arrest to extort as much money as possible. Still, I couldn't argue that my wife was guilty of far more than jaywalking. The clerk gave me a receipt, and I walked across the street to free my wife from jail. Unfortunately, they wanted to keep the orange jumpsuit, and I had not thought to bring clothes. The desk sergeant said I had thirty minutes to pick her up, or she would have to stay until Monday. I would never make it to the hotel and back in time. My wife solved the problem by peeling off the jail clothing. Underneath she was wearing only a large tee shirt with the logo of the Policemen's Benevolent Association. I didn't ask how she got the tee shirt that barely covered her ass.

My wife was silent on our drive back to the hotel and refused to meet my gaze. I had leftover pizza in the refrigerator, and she made an effort eat a slice. She stared at her plate and said she hadn't slept much in jail. She took a long hot shower and went to bed before 7 PM. I wasn't in any better shape and turned in early as well. Sometime after midnight, the engineers returned to their hotel room with another batch of girls. I cannot say I was happy my wife had trained them so well they were now very popular with the ladies. My wife never woke up, but I spent a couple of hours staring at the ceiling. I relived the events of the week over and over and tried to comprehend what the future held.

Saturday morning, I got up at six and packed our bags. I called room service and had breakfast delivered. I let my wife sleep as long as I could so I wouldn't have to talk to her. We drove to the airport and turned in the rental car. By 10 AM we were on our way to San Francisco. We had to change planes in Atlanta. My wife was still not talking to me. She was playing music on her Sony Discman and ignoring me. She slept or pretended to sleep most of the ways cross country.

She was sleeping on my shoulder when she began whimpering. "Oh God, Brent, I love your cock. Fuck me forever. Fuck me anytime you want."

I cried as I listened to my wife confess her love for Brent's cock. I knew it was now an unattainable fantasy for her, but it still drove a dagger into my chest.

An hour before landing in California, I put her ABBA album in the Discman. I selected the song 'S.O.S.'

Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind
Whatever happened to our love?

The song got her attention, and she looked at me with the hint of a tear in her eye. Her lip was trembling as she watched me silently select another ABBA hit 'Take a Chance on Me.'

If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around


I'd played this song for my wife when we were first dating, and she was trying to choose between her bartender boyfriend and me. She had alternated weekends with us for nearly four months. I had never pursued a woman before, but I knew that Jean was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life. I cooked her favorite meal and played 'Take a Chance on Me' after desert. I got down on my knees and asked her to marry me. She had said yes. Since that happy day, we've put six years of hard work into our marriage. I had no intention of giving up easily. My wife cried on my chest the rest of the flight.

I said, "Jean, I love you. I'm not going to let you go."

I doubt my wife realized that I had just thrown our wager. Our bet was to maintain the Cathy charade for our whole vacation until we landed in San Francisco. I wanted to bury the whole damn Cathy charade in Florida.

It was late when we arrived home. I got some Chinese takeout for us, and we went to bed.

Sunday morning, I awoke to find my wife packing. My throat tightened, and I asked, "What are you doing, Jean?"

"I think it will be easier if I move out while we wait for the divorce to go through."

I swallowed and said, "Jean, I hoped you would give our marriage another chance? I know we can make this work."

"I thought about it all night. I fucked up, and now I'm sure I'm pregnant with Brent's child. I broke our marriage vows over and over. If I stay, I'll have to face the reproach in your eyes every day for the rest of my life."

I walked up to my wife and lifted her chin. I stared into her eyes and said, "Jean, do you love me?"

Jean sighed and whispered, "I'll always love you, but it doesn't matter. After I let Brent fuck me, I fucked everyone in sight. I even promised to be Brent's slut and begged for his baby. I know I'll never see him again, but I'm still a terrible person. I did a lot of horrible, unforgivable things to our marriage. I'm sorry, but it cannot be fixed."

I took my wife into my arms and hugged her tight. I felt her tremble, and her tears wet my shoulder.

I said, "I can't let you go, sweetheart. I'm as much to blame as you are. I forced you to dance with Brent, and I could have stopped him before it was too late. We are in this marriage together. We don't know if you are pregnant, but if you are, I want our first child to be raised in a loving home. Please, Jean."

Jean raised her head and looked at me through teary eyes. She gave me a kiss on my cheek before turning and walking out the door pulling a suitcase behind her.


Jean and the Great Beach Charade Ch. 05

Chapter 5

The Conclusion: Despair is a Sickness unto Death

After Jean, had walked out, I lost contact with her. She just disappeared. The first couple of days, I tried not to worry. I told myself, she just needed some time to think things over. I was sure she'd be back in a couple of days. I plunged into work and waited for her to call. As the week passed, I thought about how furious she had been. Maybe it would take more than a few days. I tried not to think about Florida.

When Friday came, I got impatient and tried to call her at work. Her phone rang several times until it was answered by the receptionist. I said I was trying to reach my wife, Jean Williams. There was a pause, and then they said they would transfer me to HR. I repeated that I was trying to reach my wife. Again, there was a pause. I was puzzled. I had called my wife at work several times in the past with no trouble.

I was asked to verify my identity. I gave them our address and Jean's maiden name. The person was finally satisfied and apologized. Jean's company had strict rules on giving out personal information. They told me that Jean had not returned to work after her vacation and was taking sick leave. I could hear the suspicion in their voice as they relayed information a husband should already know. I asked if I could leave a message for her to call me when she returned to work.

Not being able to contact my wife left me to brood alone. I obsessed about what happened in Fort Walton Beach. The more I obsessed, the angrier I became. I knew I bore part of the blame for what happened. Certainly, I should have stood up to Brent and demanded that he return my wife's beach wrap he had taken while she was competing in the disco contest. I knew at the time that I was an asshole when I told her if she wanted the wrap back, she should dance with the big Alabama quarterback. I told her I didn't care that she was only wearing her bikini panties and high heel shoes. I blithely pointed out to her that most of the girls in The Club were dancing topless and were wearing far skimpier bottoms.

I enjoyed watching the muscular athlete take her in his arms and grind his body against her as they slow danced. I got a massive erection when I saw Brent shove his hand down the back of her panties and finger fuck her on the dance floor. I intended to protect my wife when I followed the quarterback and my wife outside. Instead of intervening, I watched him seduce her with his monstrous cock while I hid in the shadows. I even jacked off twice while I watched him work his massive cock into her tight pussy. I stayed concealed while he fucked her so well, she begged for more. I saw Brent pound his big cock into her so hard her ass slammed against the aluminum siding of The Club with an unceasing thumping that still resonates in my head.

We might have survived the evening if Brent had just honored my wife's plea that he not cum inside of her. OK, I know, my wife and I were both being stupid, really fucking stupid. I was recovering from a fertility operation so we could have the children my wife and I wanted so much. We had been trying for a couple of years, and we both hoped my little procedure would finally let us conceive. Our Florida vacation was timed to achieve our goal while my wife was at the peak of her cycle. Our charade turned into a nightmare when Brent didn't pull out. I had responded to my wife's scream too late to prevent the arrogant quarterback from flooding her womb with his potent seed. I tried to reassure my wife that everything would be all right, but she was devastated. Her disgust with herself soon turned to anger directed at me.

I was also angry at myself for not stopping Brent from fucking my wife. That's my responsibility as her loving husband. I'm not supposed to let other men even hit on my wife let alone fuck her senseless. Once I was back in California, and alone, I began beating myself up for being a colossal fool. I felt remorse every time I thought about that night. I felt terrible when night after night while thinking about Brent fucking my wife, I jacked off. What kind of a pervert was I?

At first, I tried hard not to think about how my wife had treated me after Brent fucked her brains out. I tried to take the blame, but she gave up on us after Brent shot his potent cum into her fertile womb. Immediately after fucking Brent, she told me our marriage was over and started treating me like scum. She stated her intention was to drive me away. The nicest thing she called me was an asshole. She reveled in fucking anyone who was available in front of me. I got treated to two more exhibitions of her fucking Brent while she yelled out to the world that he fucked her better than me. She even begged for him to flood her womb with his cum and give her his baby. My anger built as the pain and hurt consumed me. Once I allowed myself to question her actions, the floodgates opened.

I analyzed every moment of our beach charade, over and over. I couldn't decide if Jean knew that I was in the crowd that watched her fucking all comers in public on the beach. If she knew I was there, was her praise of Brent's cock intended to hurt me? I thought it might be even worse if she didn't know I was there. In that case, she was honest when she said Brent was the greatest fuck she had ever had. What was I to think about her begging Brent to give her his baby?

I kept coming back to my failure to intervene before Jean succumbed to Brent's seduction. I had always been slow to react to a crisis. It is an affliction common to scientist and engineers. We tend to over think everything. Sometimes being slow to react is a good thing. It had saved my life in Vietnam. Our strung-out column was ambushed by North Vietnam regulars. Mortars began landing all around us, and I caught some shrapnel in my left leg. My platoon was near the middle of the column. My Sargent yelled for us to follow him toward the front of the column, and half a dozen men charged after him into the tall grass. I struggled to get to my feet and shoulder my pack that held over sixty pounds of M60 ammo in addition to my own gear. Before I could follow, my platoon was met by a hail of enemy fire. Bullets whizzed around me, and I dropped to the ground.

I had been staying down for some time trying to decide what to do when I saw the heads of enemy soldiers above the grass. The bastards were calmly searching for wounded Americans and shooting everyone they found. I raised my M16 and drew a bead on the closest one. When I pulled the trigger, all I heard was a click. My weapon had jammed. No one heard me curse over the roar of battle.

I turned around and crawled toward the rear of the column. I evaded the enemy soldiers and soon came to the remnants of another platoon that had managed to set up a perimeter. A brief lull in the battle allowed me to identify myself, and I joined the battered troops. A lieutenant was overjoyed to learn I was carrying M60 ammo. I was assigned to feed the belts for a machine gunner. I barely got settled when all hell broke loose. We barely had ten or twelve yards of visibility, but at least we had interlocking fields of fire with M60s on our left and right. The damn North Vietnam regulars kept pouring out of the tall grass.

Occasionally, my teammate sprayed a tree about 20 yards away. More than once a body would drop from the tree. I guess he waited too long to clear the tree during an intense probe of our position. I heard the sickening sound of AK47 rounds impacting soft flesh. I heard a grunt from my companion, and he stopped firing. I rolled him over and yelled for a medic. A round went through my thigh, and another ricocheted off my helmet. I swung the machine gun up and sprayed the tree. A couple of bodies dropped. A medic bandaged me up while I continued operating the machine gun. Somehow, we held the perimeter with the aid of artillery and air support.

One never knows how they will react in combat. Some tough guys panic while some easygoing guys turn out to be heroes. I certainly wasn't a hero. I only survived the initial assault because I hesitated. Once I settled down, I did what I had been trained to do. I didn't deserve the Bronze Star I was awarded, but I certainly earned the Purple Heart.

The point is that I have a history of hesitating in a crisis. Hesitating had saved my life in Vietnam, but it had been a disaster in Florida. I had failed my wife when I hesitated and allowed the Alabama quarterback to seduce her. I failed her again when I didn't prevent my wife being gang banged in our hotel room as part of a sex slave fantasy. One of the last things she had said before she left me was that she had expected me to rescue her both times. Her anger and shame had driven her to the decision that she couldn't stand to face me for the rest of her life. Her actions the rest of the week in Florida were made with the intention of driving me away. Now that we had returned home, I was once again indecisive. I couldn't believe that five years of building our marriage had been a waste.

I couldn't stand being alone in our home and became a regular at the bar in the local VFW. Alcohol dulled my emotions but loosened my tongue. I told anyone who would listen that I had hidden in the dark and watched the big Alabama quarterback fuck my wife. I left out the events afterward. To a man, they all told me to divorce the cheating whore. I thought about putting a bullet in my head.

#

I was surprised that it took Lil over a week to question me about my depression. Our department secretary was well known for her irritating habit of prying into "her" engineers' private lives. She felt it was her personal responsibility to ensure the happiness of "her boys." Only the fact that she did this with humor and innocent flirting made it tolerable. OK, truth be told, every one of us nerds were in love with our secretary. I considered her one of my best friends. She had welcomed me into the department when I started my first job after college. Also, she had taken my wife under her wing and helped Jean settle into life in a strange, new city.

"Steve, I'm sorry I didn't find the time to talk to you sooner, but the boss had me buried with the annual performance appraisals. I thought you were just tired from a week sunbathing and bonking your lovely wife. You're acting like someone shot your dog. I want to know why my favorite engineer is so down."

"Lil, I'd rather not talk about it."

"OK, now I know you need to talk. You're going to take me to a late lunch in a cute French Bistro. We're not going to talk while we enjoy our lunches and drink a liter of wine. After you relax, you are going to tell me what is eating you. Don't think about saying you are too busy because I know for a fact you haven't done jack shit since you got back from Florida."

True to her word we had a quiet lunch. The restaurant was almost deserted. I drank two glasses of wine for everyone she did. I hadn't planned on telling Lil anything about my Florida disaster, but when I started, I couldn't stop. Lil didn't have to encourage me once.

I was holding my head in my hands and staring at the table when I said, "Jane said she wanted a divorce and walked out the door. I haven't seen her since."

Lil took my hands and held them until I looked up into her eyes. I expected her to tell me to never talk to her again.

"Steve, you're an asshole, a first-class asshole. The two of you played with fire and got burnt, but it may not be the end of the world. I can hear in your voice that you still love Jean. She's my friend too. I'm going to have a talk with her and see where she stands."

"Lil, she was pretty clear when she said she never wanted to see me again."

"Steve, this is San Francisco. A lot of swingers do things as crazy as you described. Of course, they normally have an agreement beforehand. I know neither of you is a swinger, but both of you love each other deeply. I think given time, you can get through this if you are both willing to try. Let me talk to Jean."

We had lunch again a couple of days later, and Lil said, "Jean asked me to tell you she was serious about the divorce. Underneath all the anger, I could sense she still loves you. She just doesn't realize it. I'm sorry, but you need to be patient. It's going to take some time."

"Great, so I'm supposed to be patient? What do I do when she serves me with divorce papers?"

Lil held my shaking hands, "Steve, you are such an asshole. You fucked up royally. You don't have any choice except to wait for Jean to change her mind. She may not ever come back, but confronting her will only make things worse."

#

I tried following Lil's advice to stay away from Jean. It was nearly two weeks before I lost patience and tried to call my wife again. I tried several times to reach her at work over the next several weeks. I was sure she was back at work because the phone would ring a couple of times and someone would answer it. I said, "Jean?" and they hung up without saying a word. Once when no one answered, the call was transferred to the receptionist at Crucial Biotech.

"I'd like to talk to Jean Williams. Is she in?"

A pleasant voice said, "Who shall I say is calling, please?"

"This is her husband, Steve Williams. It's urgent."

"I'm sorry Mr. Williams. I've been told not to respond to inquiries from you about our Mrs. Williams. If you want to contact her, you must do it outside of work."

"What? I'm her husband. I just want to talk to her."

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you. Contact her at home."

I stared at the phone for a moment. "OK, can you tell me where she is staying or at least give me her number?"

"I'm sorry that is confidential information. I couldn't tell you even if I knew it. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

I hung up and stared at the floor. I had no idea where my wife was living and had no idea of how to contact her. I was sure the receptionist's refusal to give me any information was evidence that my wife was still working at Crucial Biotech. I retreated into drinking. I alternated between anger and depression. I watched a lot of television. After watching a show involving a man stalking a woman, I thought why not give it a shot. It had been nearly two months since our beach charade, and everything I had tried to find Jean had failed.

I left my job early on a warm Friday morning and waited in a parking lot across Page Mill from where my wife worked. All I had to do was watch for my wife's car and follow her. I gave up around 8 PM. I drove into the parking lot where Jean worked, and it was deserted. How had I missed her?

I got up early the next Monday. I parked across the street again before walking to the back of the Crucial Biotech parking lot. I hid behind a tree surrounded by some bushes. I had waited over an hour before I saw her in the passenger seat of an unfamiliar car. She got out and walked into work with the driver. My wife looked healthy but subdued. My wife is not a morning person, but she was quiet even for Jean.

I was surprised to see that the driver of the car was Cathy Miller. This was the same woman who had been the object of our charade in Fort Walton Beach. My wife had been recovering from a leg injury when we went to the company picnic. Afterward, Jean had teased me mercilessly about staring at Cathy's impressive breasts when I had teamed with her friend in a three-legged race. Jean had even taken a photograph showing me ogling Cathy's big tits. When I protested my innocence, my wife pointed out my obvious erection in the photograph. Our beach charade in Fort Walton Beach was based upon Jean impersonating her sexy co-worker for the entire week. Jean had even dyed her hair blond to match Cathy. I suspect Jean shaved her pussy on a whim, although she might have seen Cathy in the gym.

I watched the two of them walk into the building together. Jean's hair was still blond, and both of they had their hair in a long French braid. I stared hungrily at the two beautiful women as they walked up the stairs. Their braids swung back and forth in time with their swaying hips. Both women were long legged with great asses and narrow hips. Jean was a little slimmer than her companion but generous as my wife's breasts were, they were no match for Cathy's bouncing beauties. My intense physical reaction confirmed how long it had been since I had slept with my wife.

I was thrilled because I could use Cathy to contact my wife. I drove to the nearby research lab where I worked and waited an hour before calling Jean's friend. I gave a fake name to the receptionist, and she connected me to Cathy without asking any questions.

"Hello, this is Cathy Miller. How can I help you?"

"Hello, Cathy. This is Steve Williams. I'd like to talk to my wife."

There was a long pause. I was afraid she would hang up. Finally, Cathy whispered, "You shouldn't be calling me here."

I'd forgotten that the two women had adjacent cubicles. I said, "Please Cathy, I'm desperate. I don't have any other way to reach her. I messed up bad. If I could just talk to her, I'm sure we could work this out."

"I'm sorry Steve, but I don't think Jean wants to talk to you. From what little she's told me, both of you messed up royally. I don't know if you'll ever be able to work it out, but I can't betray her trust. In any case, I think you need to give her more time."

I was afraid she was going to hang up. "Please Cathy, at least tell me how she is doing."

"Steve, I can't talk now. We're working on a deadline. Maybe we could meet on Wednesday?"

"Oh God, thank you. Where do you want to meet?"

"How about lunch at the Acapulco on El Camino around 12:30? "

She hung up as soon as I accepted. I thought Wednesday would never come. It was a good thing I didn't have anything pressing at work. I bounced from one mindless task to another as I waited for our luncheon.

I got to the Acapulco shortly after noon and sat in a booth where I could see the entrance. I ordered a pitcher of their famous Margaritas. I doubt anyone in California made a better Margarita and certainly none stronger. I hoped to take the edge off before Cathy joined me. I also intended to ply her with a couple of the strong drinks to encourage her to talk. Of course, she was late, and I was halfway through my second glass by the time she arrived.

Cathy gave me a tentative smile when she saw me. It was pleasant watching her walk to the booth. I think young girls practice that walk so much they forget they are even doing it. Her swaying hips made her large breasts bounce under her white blouse. I doubt there is a bra in the world that could prevent Cathy's lovely breasts from jiggling. When she got closer, I locked my eyes on hers. She looked nervous, and I don't think it was because I had ogled her breasts.

I stood up and said, "Thanks, Cathy for meeting me. You don't know how much it means."

Cathy sat down and said, "Hello, Steve. I'm sorry I'm late. The deadline got postponed, and we're still struggling with the requirements. I have to eat anyway, but I can't stay long."

"They're pretty fast with their lunch specials. Can I offer you one of their famous Margaritas?"

"Oh God, I'd love one, but even one would leave me useless. I can't do that to the team. I'll stick with water."

So much for planning. I flagged down a waiter, and we placed our orders. She asked for the diet Chicken Flautas, and I ordered their Burrito Grande.

I took a swig of my drink and said, "How's Jean?"

"Not good. She doesn't want to talk much about what happen. She started to say something about you watching her making out with a football player, but then she clammed up. Whatever happened, she is feeling guilty and deeply embarrassed."

"I'm the one to blame for what happened with the Alabama quarterback. Everything Jean did after that was a reaction. She left me angry and confused, but I just want her to come home. I know we can work it out if we just make an effort."

Cathy shook her head and stared at her Flautas plate. "I'm sorry you guys are having trouble, but Jean is the only friend I have in California. I don't want to betray her trust."

"Can you at least tell me she is safe? I don't even know where she is staying. For all, I know she's sleeping under a bridge."

"It's OK. She's staying with me. She's renting the second bedroom in my apartment. I probably shouldn't have told you, but I won't tell you where we live."

"Can you at least ask her to call me. I know it would help to talk it over."

Cathy said, "I can give her your message, but I don't think she is ready to talk to you. Hell, I wish she'd talk to me. Jean's pulled herself into a shell. All I know is that she is in a lot of pain. I wish I could help."

I put my hand on hers and said, "I'm very relieved to hear she has a friend to take care of her. You're helping both of us more than you know."

"It's the least I could do for a good friend. She made me feel welcome when I came here from Iowa. Some people would have felt threatened by a new hire with similar qualifications. Jean has been so supportive. She's the greatest."

Cathy pushed some beans and rice around her plate and said, "Look, I have to get back. You can call me again, and I'll let you know what I can."

"Cathy, I'm sorry we didn't have more time to talk. Maybe we could get together for dinner Friday?"

She looked at me, and I couldn't read her expression.

"I'm Sorry. A beautiful woman like you must have a date on Friday night."

I got a tiny smile out of Cathy. She said, "I was planning on doing laundry Friday night, but I'd love to go out. The Varsity theater is showing Miyazaki's 'Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind.' We could eat there and watch the movie."

I tried to hide my pain with a tight smile. Jean and I had looked forward to seeing Miyazaki's new film when we got back from Florida. I said, "That would be great. What time do you want me to pick you up?"

"I think it would be better if I meet you there, after work. How about we meet at 6 for dinner?"

Honestly, I wasn't trying to trick her into revealing where my wife was staying. "Of course, that would be better. I'll see you at 6."

Cathy got up and said, "Thanks for lunch. I'll take a rain check on the Margaritas."

I watched her ass as she walked out. She knew I was watching. I got the feeling she was trying to minimize the swaying of her hips. I looked at my empty glass and poured the last of the Margaritas. The restaurant claims the pitcher holds four double strength drinks. I only remembered drinking the first one, but I know Cathy hadn't had any. I smiled as I realized I was hammered and I didn't give a shit. I sat for a long time and thought over what Cathy had told me. It wasn't everything I wanted to know, but at least she hadn't slammed the door in my face. In fact, it was the best time I had had since Jean had stepped off the plane at the beginning of our vacation in Florida. I was looking forward to having dinner with Cathy on Friday.

I slept better the next couple of nights than I had in ages. I even accepted a new assignment at work. I got to the Varsity theater early on Friday night and got us a table outdoors on the patio. It was a typical warm May night in the Bay Area. I had a bottle of Pinot Grigio sitting in a wine bucket when Cathy arrived a couple of minutes late.

I was beginning to think white blouses were her uniform. It went well with a frilly red skirt that ended just above her knees. She had changed the look I had seen at our lunch by unbuttoning the top two buttons. Once again, I had to force my eyes away from her gorgeous breasts. I couldn't help comparing Cathy's body to my wife's. Cathy was maybe an inch taller and a few pounds heavier than Jean. I'm a leg, and ass man and both women were well endowed in that department. Normally, I don't pay a lot of attention to a woman's breasts, but it was impossible to ignore Cathy's. Still, I preferred my wife's ample breasts. I've always thought anything more than a handful is a waste. However, if you considered the whole package, both women were gorgeous. I felt lucky to be with Cathy. Certainly, the stares she was getting from both the men and women in the restaurant confirmed my opinion.

"Sorry, I'm late. I had to run home and change."

I stood up and held her chair for her. As she sat, I stared down her blouse at upper curves of her full breasts.

"We have plenty of time for dinner. I hope you'll share some wine with me tonight."

Cathy laughed, "Would you believe we barely finished the report this afternoon? It's been a rough week. I think I could drink the whole bottle myself and then polish off a pitcher of Acapulco's famous Margaritas. I'm sorry those went to waste."

I poured Cathy a full glass of wine, and we made a toast to the end of the week.

After I had taken a sip of wine, I said, "Don't worry, the Margaritas didn't go to waste. However, I have to admit I never made it back to work."

"I hope I didn't get you into trouble."

"It's all fine. I even accepted a new project the next day. It looks like it will be a challenge. But enough talk about work."

Cathy took a big swallow of the chilled wine and said, "Well, my Mom taught me not to talk about religion or politics, and my Dad said to avoid discussing a person's finances or sex life. What's left?"

I laughed hard. "I guess we could talk about the weather. The weekend is supposed to be fantastic."

The waitress came and took our order. Both of us ordered the salmon special which would go well with the Pinot Grigio.

Cathy glanced at me before looking at her wine glass. She said, "Saturday looks like a great day for a hike. I heard Point Reyes is lovely at this time of year. I've only been in the Bay Area for a year and have never been to a lot of the scenic spots. I'm used to the wide-open sky in Iowa. I need to get outdoors to recharge my batteries."

"Maybe you would let me take you tomorrow? Point Reyes has always been one of Jean and my favorite spots. There's even a restaurant that serves fresh oysters from the nearby Tomales Bay.

I kicked myself for mentioning Jean, but wasn't that the whole point in being with Cathy?

Cathy clapped her hands and said, "I'd love to go if you're serious."

We had to order another bottle of wine with our dinner as we planned our outing for tomorrow. I found myself enjoying dinner with Cathy. It's rare to find a someone who can carry on a serious discussion, and it was one of the many things that I loved about my wife. I found Cathy's beauty together with her open, and honest personality made our talk very stimulating. After the movie, we had desert and talked about the film. I thought about how much fun it had been taking Jean to a movie. My wife and I could discuss a film for hours. I was so caught up in talking with Cathy that I was surprised when they closed the restaurant. I found myself wondering what would have happened if I had met Cathy before Jean.

We parted company out on the sidewalk in front of the Varsity Theater. I asked, "Are we were still on for Point Reyes."

"We definitely are going after all the wonderful things you said about the place."

"Great. I can pick you up. Where do you want to meet and what time is good for you?"

"Can we meet at the Stanford Mall at 8? I hope that isn't too late."

Jean was notorious for being a late riser, and I'd never gotten out for a hike with Jean before noon. If we left by 8, we would have time to do one of the longer hikes I'd never gotten to do with Jean.

"8 would be perfect. Park by the Stanford Deli, and we can pick up lunch."

She gave me her phone number and gave me a peck on the cheek as she said goodnight.

I walked to my car with a big grin. I'd had a great time, and even better, I had the phone number of the apartment where my wife was staying.

#

I had a small cooler in my day pack filled with two bottles of cold German Riesling when I met Cathy the next morning. She also had a daypack, so we had plenty of room for a simple picnic lunch. She was well dressed for our outing with sturdy hiking shoes, cargo shorts, and a halter top. The top exposed a couple of inches of her trim abdomen and some lovely cleavage that seemed eager to jiggle. It was the first time I had seen her wearing a top other than a white blouse. My body responded when I saw a flash of a red bra as she leaned over to toss her bag into my trunk.

Cathy smiled when she saw me ogling all of her exposed flesh and said, "I brought a windbreaker just in case.

The route took us over the Golden Gate Bridge. Cathy hadn't been lying when she said she hadn't seen many of the sights in the Bay Area. Naturally, we had to park in the tourist lot at the end of the bridge. We walked part way out onto the bridge. There is normally a good breeze blowing into the bay, and it whipped Cathy's ponytail around. Her bright blue eyes glistened with tears from the strong ocean breeze.

Cathy shivered and said, "I guess I should have broken out the windbreaker. I'd like to spend more time enjoying the view, but I'm freezing. Besides, we should get going."

We had time to talk as we drove north to Point Reyes. I realized I knew very little about Cathy. She had plied me with questions about my life the night before over dinner.

I said, "How long have you been working at Crucial Biotech?"

"Actually, I'd been working there less than a month before the picnic last summer. I was happy Jean convinced you to be my partner in the three-legged race. You probably don't know what it's like to have some guy undress you with his eyes, but my boss was extra creepy at the picnic. There was no way I wanted to have his arm around my waist and my leg tied to his. Jean rescued me by offering you as a partner."

"Some rescue. I remembering my arm around your waist slipping when I stumbled. Jean got a great picture of me groping your breast. I know I apologized, but Jean pointed to the shit eating grin on my face as proof of my guilt. I guess you're destined to be surrounded by creepy guys."

Cathy laughed, "I thought it was sweet how you blushed and stammered out an apology. Most of the guys I've known would have left their hand mauling my breast."

I blushed and changed the topic, "Where did you work before Crucial Biotech?"

"I grew up on a farm outside of Des Moines, Iowa. I went to college and majored in agriculture. I planned on helping my family run the family farm. Agricultural has gone high tech. I majored in plant science with a healthy dose of agricultural economics."

"So, a lot of computers and biology?"

"Basically. It all came in useful when I applied to crucial Biotech."

"What happened to your staying on the family farm?"

"The usual farming story. A couple of years of bad weather followed by the wrong choice of crops. We had to sell out to a big agribusiness conglomerate my junior year in college. I had a fiancée whose family was in livestock. I finished college with the idea of spending the rest of my life living on his family's farm and raising Future Farmers of America."

"Sounds idyllic."

"It was until I caught him cheating on me two weeks before the wedding."

I thought of my desire to work things out with my wife. "Surely, you tried to discuss it. Maybe it was just a onetime thing?"

"Oh, not on your life! It wasn't a one-time thing, and it gets worse. The bastard was cheating on me with Dolly, one of his damn sheep. The creature wasn't even good looking."

I was stunned for a moment. Then I started laughing. She had to be pulling my leg. "Cathy, you had me believing you for a minute."

"Believe me, I even have a picture of his sweetheart. Remind me to show you. Even an engineer should be able to appreciate just how ugly the beast was."

I laughed even harder, and Cathy joined me. Both of us had tears streaming down our cheeks.

"I'm glad I can laugh about it now. You have no idea how hurtful it is to be dumped for an ugly ewe."

"So, it would have been better if your fiancée's sheep was pretty?"

It turns out Cathy could throw a mean punch. Even after she hit me hard, it took me a few minutes to stop laughing.

When we got to the ranger station, I asked Cathy if she was up for a five-mile loop. We got to the trailhead just after 11 and started an easy walk through coastal scrub and grassland. The morning fog had lifted, and we had spectacular views of the ocean. Whenever I could, I let her lead so I could enjoy spectacular views of her ass as she walked along at a strong pace. Most of the trail was wide enough to walk side by side. I appreciated that view also since the straps on her day pack pushed her breasts together.

We took our time and stopped to watch numerous hawks and a variety of shorebirds. We still managed to reach the Coast Trail by 1. We headed down the beach to get away from the campers at the Coast Camp. We found a quiet spot and spread out our blanket for a picnic. We were alone except for the crashing waves and screeching seagulls. The ocean air had given both of us a big appetite. We washed down our deli sandwiches with a fair amount of cool wine. After eating, I laid back on the blanket. The wine and the gentle ocean breeze made me sleepy.

Cathy stood up and stretched. I watched in surprise as she undid the buttons on her halter top revealing a skimpy red bikini top. She folded the halter top and shoved it into her day pack. Her bright red bikini top that had a hard time containing her generous breasts. The thin material failed to hide her nipples that were hardened by the cool breeze. Her cargo shorts followed the top. I've seen skimpier bikinis, but the only woman who ever looked as hot in one was my wife, Jean.

I watch in appreciation as Cathy rubbed sunscreen on her long legs. She finished by applying lotion to her arms and chest before lying down next to me.

"Wake me in half an hour if I fall asleep."

I watched her breathing steady, and she quickly fell asleep. I was amazed she could drop off so easily. Jean was high strung and always had a hard time getting to sleep even late at night. Maybe I would have been happier married to a more easygoing woman. I felt at peace for the first time in weeks.

Unfortunately, the feeling didn't last. I recalled the last time I had been on a beach. I remembered the Alabama quarterback kneeling behind my wife and driving his huge cock into her moist pussy for what seemed an eternity. Her screams that he was the best fuck she had ever had echoed up and down the beach. I winced as I recalled my wife begging him to give her his baby.

I was not fit to be with another woman no matter how hot, and sweet Cathy was. I wondered why she even wanted to be with a miserable asshole like me. I felt guilty about using her to get Jean's phone number. I was happy when the half hour was up, and I could stop torturing myself.

I shook her shoulder. Cathy smiled and stretched. She handed me the sunscreen and rolled over onto her stomach. She reached back and untied her top. I grinned at the sight of her generous breast swelling out from under her trim side.

Cathy grinned at me and said, "Down boy. All I need from you now is some lotion on my back. Can you handle it?"

"It'll be hard, but I promise to behave."

Cathy smirked, "I can see it's hard. You look like you're all set for a three-legged race. Just behave yourself, and we'll see how things go later."

I got on my knees and straddled Cathy's athletic ass. I got some lotion on my hands and started working it into her shoulders.

"That feels good. Can you rub it in harder? My back gets sore from carrying around so much weight. I plan on getting a breast reduction after I have kids."

Cathy groaned as I put more effort into massaging her trim back.

"It seems like a crime to deface such a work of art. My Mom and sisters all had big breasts. They found that physical therapy helped build up their back muscles and relieve the pain. My Dad was happy to pay for a gym membership. Still, my Mom went for breast reduction in her fifties, and somehow my Dad got over it."

I was now working on the muscles in the middle of Cathy's back. My fingers brushed across the swell of her breasts as I applied lotion to the side of her body.

"Going to the gym does help a lot. I recently went through a bad stretch with a guy, and I skipped exercising."

I had just finished applying lotion to the small of her back. I focused on a deep massage of her lovely back.

"I was wondering why you didn't have a date on a Friday night. I'm surprised you are spending time with someone as broken as I am. Please don't tell me you met another sheep lover in San Francisco."

Cathy laughed, but I could tell she was trying to hide the pain.

"I've had a hard time meeting nice guys in California. Too many of them have a fetish for big breasts. I don't think they are even aware that I'm a person. I might as well be a blow-up party doll. I thought Joe was different. He even brought me home to meet his parents. His Mom peppered him with questions about me that he couldn't answer. He didn't have a clue about how many kids I wanted even though I'd talked about it just the weekend before. The only thing about me that he knew was my bra size. His Dad just came right out and asked. I was shocked when Joe answered without hesitation. It seems the apple does fall close to the tree."

"Maybe you need to join a church or a club."

Cathy moaned under pressure from my fingers. "I met Joe on a Sierra Club hike. I think he was the fifth guy to ask me where I got my hiking boots. He was the first one to ask that question without staring at my chest. I thought he was different."

"I'm sorry. I'm out of practice giving massages, and my hands are getting sore. I hope you don't mind if I lie down and soak up some sun. You still haven't told me why you're hanging out with me. I would have thought my wife would have told you what an asshole I am."

"Jean has always said good things about you. She hasn't changed her mind, but she said the two of you made some horrible mistakes in Florida. She said she feels too guilty to ever be around you again."

"Well, then I think there is hope for our marriage. I just need to talk to her."

Cathy looked at me with a pained expression. "I'm sorry, Steve, but I think your marriage is over. I've talked to Jean every night since she moved in. Sometimes we talk for hours. She's racked with guilt and can't bear to face you. She's very determined to end your marriage. I've never heard her waver."

I put my hand over my eyes and said, "Shit!"

I thought about what Cathy had said. It was the same line I had heard from Jean. I refused to believe it was all over. I intended to call Jean now that I had her number. I just needed to wait until Cathy was out.

A few minutes later, I said, "You still haven't said why you are hanging out with me."

"I really need someone I can talk to. We're both broken. Jean is a good roommate, but she isn't capable of dealing with my problems as well as hers."

"Well, I've been told I'm a good listener, and I could also use a friend who understands my problems."

Cathy smiled, and I asked one more question. "If you only want a friend, why are you wearing such a skimpy bikini?"

Cathy smiled. "I was pretty sure that you were interested in women, but I wanted to be certain. This is San Francisco after all. However, my biggest concern was that you were part of the endless stream of assholes that are only interested in my tits. You know, the ones who do not take no for an answer. I had to find out if I could trust you."

I shook my head. "What would you have done if I was an asshole? We're all alone, and I could easily take advantage of you."

Cathy laughed, "I wasn't worried. I have a purple belt in jiujitsu."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. I don't care if you are bigger, stronger, and heavier. Unless you have martial arts training, I can take you to the ground and force you to submit with a joint lock or a choke. I go to class every Tuesday and Thursday after work. You should come. I think it would help you manage your anger."

I couldn't believe my luck. I already had Cathy's home phone number. Now I knew Cathy wouldn't be home on Tuesday and I could call Jean.

"Maybe Thursday night. I'm busy this next Tuesday."

We had dinner that night at the Coast Café in Bolinas. The oysters were local and excellent. Of course, they reminded me of Fort Walton Beach. I took a ragged breath and forced myself to concentrate on Cathy.

Cathy smiled and said, "As a food science major, I have to tell you that all the stories about oysters are myths. Plying me with oysters isn't going to get you lucky, so any boost to your stamina is going to waste."

"Is it OK if I eat them because I love the taste?"

"If you don't get any naughty ideas, we're cool. I think for now; I would like to stay friends."

I had a great time that weekend with Cathy. It was the first time I managed to enjoy myself in the three months since Jean left me. She wasn't the sexy airhead Jean had played in our Great Beach Charade. Oh, she was plenty sexy but had a keen mind and a sharp wit. She was also hurting, and I hoped I wouldn't add to her pain. So, Cathy and I became friends.

#

I called Cathy's home phone on Tuesday shortly after 7 in the evening. I was pleased that Jean answered the phone and didn't hang up.

"Jean, we need to talk. I know we can work something out."

"Good, you got the divorce papers. Is there something you don't understand? I told my lawyer I didn't want the house, but I demand sole custody of the baby."

I strangled the phone in a death grip as I slid down the wall onto my butt. "Divorce papers, baby? What are you talking about?"

"Shit, I'm sorry. You didn't receive the package from my lawyer did you."

"No, no I didn't. I thought you said, baby."

"I'm pregnant. I just started my second trimester, so I'm sure it's going to happen. I doubt it is yours, so I asked for full custody. You're welcome to request a paternity test, but my lawyer said California law still won't give you custody."

"Jean, I wanted to talk about us. I don't want a divorce. If you're pregnant, the child needs two parents."

"There is no us anymore. When I was in Florida, I put all the blame on me. I felt so guilty I never wanted to see you again. I did a lot of stupid and very nasty things to drive you away. When we returned home, I realized you were the one who was at fault. That is why I am determined to end our shattered marriage."

"Jean, I know it was all my fault. I feel terrible. We need to forgive ourselves and each other. Can you forgive me?"

"It's too late. It was too late the moment you let Brent stick his huge cock into your wife's unprotected womb. I've had a lot of time to think about it. Asshole, you got me drunk and fucking threw me at Brent. You watched from the shadows while he fucked your wife without any protection. You knew I was at the height of my fertility, and you let some stranger fill me with his cum. You're contemptible. I never want to see you again. If you want to protest, talk to my lawyer."

#

I was shaking with anger after Jean hung up on me. She wouldn't even listen to my apology. Instead, she placed all the blame on me. I found an unopened bottle of whiskey and proceeded to drink myself into a stupor. I made it into work the next day late. I was totally useless. I left my team on their own. It was for their own good since I felt like ripping heads off anybody I encountered.

Thursday, I showed up at Cathy's jiujitsu studio as I had promised. There were a dozen people practicing. I had even remembered to wear some compression athletic shorts. Cathy tossed me a well-worn gi and helped me tie the belt. She led me to an empty mat in the corner away from the other students. She grabbed my collar with both hands and leaned close.

"Steve, you really are an asshole. You should have known Jean would tell me you called. You led me to believe we were friends so you could get our phone number. You used me to betray my best friend. I told you she didn't want to talk to you. I hope you are satisfied now you've personally heard her tell you to go to hell. Now I need to work on my own anger management. Asshole, I hope you are ready to defend yourself."

As soon as I nodded, Cathy took me down with a leg sweep. I hit the floor hard. She had me in an arm bar before I had time to complain that she had hurt me. With her arm across my throat, I felt I was breathing through a straw. She let me go when I started to pass out.

She stood up and said, "When you are pinned and want to give up, you need to tap out. You can slap the floor hard or tap on my body. Understand?"

I croaked out a yes.

"OK, then get up. I'll let you attack first."

I got up, and she had me grab onto her collar. I tried to use my weight to bring her down. I ended up hitting the mat hard with my shoulder. Cathy's strong legs were wrapped around my neck, and again I couldn't breathe. I slapped the mat.

"We need to train you on how to fall before you get hurt. We'll start the next ones on the ground."

Cathy laid down on her back. She directed me to straddle her and hold her down. I outweighed her by at least seventy pounds. I'm athletic even if I am in my mid-thirties. I hit the weight room at least twice a week after work. I take hour long bicycle rides at lunch three or four times a week. I eat healthily. I couldn't believe that Cathy had thrown me twice and wasn't even breaking a sweat.

"Is this the position you dreamed of having me in when we were at Point Reyes? You know when you said I was in danger of being raped for wearing a skimpy bikini."

I nodded. She didn't wait a second before effortlessly twisting her body and slamming me to the mat. Again, she was choking me out.

Cathy's demonstration went on for an hour. She never repeated a move the whole time. Every time we fought, she punished me. I was dripping sweat and panting for breath. At the end of the hour, she said we were done. I know I was done.

"I'm going to leave after I change. Do you think you can make it home without help?"

I was leaning against the wall for support. I nodded and croaked, "Thanks for the lesson."

Cathy left. One of the men in the class walked over to where I was standing. He held out a hand for me to shake. I expected a firm handshake, but he was gentle. Even so, I winced.

"Hi, I'm George. Damn man, she was brutal. What did you do to piss her off?"

I tried to laugh, but my throat hurt. I said, "Oh, she's pissed off? I hadn't noticed."

"Seriously man. Every guy here has a thing for Cathy. I'd love for her to care enough about me to be that pissed off. I just hope you can survive."

The next morning when I got up, every muscle and joint in my body screamed in pain. Dirty Lil caught me limping to my office.

"You look like your dog died and then you got run over by a car. Are you OK?"

"No, it seems I pissed off the wrong woman."

"Come on Steve, I don't believe that. Jean doesn't have a mean bone in her body."

"Believe me, Jean is pissed off enough to beat the snot out of me, but this was another woman."

Lil said, "Your sad story sounds exciting, but it will have to wait for lunch. I'll let you know where you are taking me."

At lunch, we had a couple of stiff drinks. After Lil, had softened me up, she apologized. "I've been a negligent friend. I'm sorry, but my husband, and I were going through a rough patch thanks to my damn mother-in-law. She's gone back East, thank God. I've noticed you were still wandering around in a daze since our last talk, but I didn't have the energy to help. I'm sorry. Now you've turned up all black and blue. What's going on."

Lil held my hand and listened as I spilled my guts. I told her everything in detail. It took nearly an hour.

Lil shook her head, "I never told you I divorced my first husband. I'd like to say it was all his fault but we got married too young. The divorce was horrible. I joined a support group and learned about the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. Lil said it sounded like Jean was stuck in anger. She thought my attempt to talk it out with Jean was a classic case of bargaining. I was trying against all the odds to avoid the end of a relationship by promising to act differently or asking for changes that could make the marriage work. She told me it would never work unless Jean moved beyond anger. Lil said she had been in a similar situation with her first husband, and she didn't hold much hope for our marriage.

"You've offered Jean an olive branch, and she rejected it. All you can do is hope she changes her mind. If you wait for her, you will remain stuck and never heal. You need to get on with your life."

#

The divorce papers came the next day. I tossed the thick legal size envelope onto the dining room table and ignored it. I spent the weekend making friends with a bottle of whiskey. I was happy Mr. Whiskey was willing to introduce me to some of his buddies. I was a wreck on Monday. I held the shortest project meeting in my team's history.

Cathy called me on Tuesday morning, "Steve, I hope you are coming to jiujitsu tonight."

"I thought you hated me."

"I'm still angry at you, but I don't have a lot of friends. It's OK to be angry with a friend. There's a big difference between anger and hatred. If you come, I'll teach you how to fall without getting hurt. Please come."

"I've fallen a lot recently. It could be useful to learn how to do it without getting hurt."

So, we were back to being friends. Cathy taught me how to fall, and then once she thought it was safe, she taught me simple jiujitsu moves.

When I got frustrated, she laughed, "I've been taking Brazilian jiujitsu lessons since I was eight."

"Hope you have the patience to teach me for the next dozen years."

Cathy threw me to the mat and gave me a hug. At least, I thought it was a friendly hug until I realized I was passing out. I tapped out again and again.

Weeks passed. I was more productive at work. I managed to learn a few simple jiujitsu moves after endless repetition. Cathy and I hung out several days a week. Friday nights we normally had dinner and saw a movie. Saturday or Sunday we visited one of the Bay Area tourist attractions. I even enjoyed Fisherman's Wharf with the mobs of tourists. Cathy always reserved one of the weekend days to spend with my wife who was also her roommate. Tuesdays and Thursdays, we always went to the dojo and practiced jiujitsu. I loved watching Cathy grapple with guys twice her size.

#

I got a divorce lawyer. I told her I didn't want to get a divorce and her job was to stall. She said she charged by the hour and would be happy to do whatever I asked. The papers went back and forth between our lawyers every couple of weeks. I started by declining Jean's offer to let me have the house. I insisted on selling and giving her half of the proceeds. She rejected my counter offer. I objected to her having sole custody of the child. I wasn't sure what would happen once Jean gave birth to our child, but I was certain I wasn't going to sign anything until afterward. I was pleased with my lawyer's performance. She managed to object to one item after another in the divorce papers.

Six months after returning from Florida, I realized I had fallen into a new routine. Hours and sometimes days would pass without thinking about my wife. The worst times were on the one weekend day when I was on my own. I easily got depressed. I had talked to Cathy about my drinking problem, and I followed her advice. I would go for a run, ride my bicycle or visit the dojo. I had made friends with the other jiujitsu students, and they were always happy to practice with me.

I loved spending time with Cathy. She was exciting and a wonderful conversationalist. It was fun to pick a topic and take opposing sides. The next day we would switch sides and argue some more.

Cathy called me one Friday morning and announced she had been given a promotion. A couple of weeks earlier, she had told me that the competition was fierce and she didn't think she had a chance. Cathy was ecstatic. She informed me that I was taking her to dinner and dancing at a fancy restaurant. She had made reservations. All I needed to do was wear a nice suit and meet her at the restaurant at 8. I still didn't know where the apartment she shared with my wife was located.

I arrived early. I visited the men's room and combed my unruly hair. The dark suit looked good on my toned body. Thanks to regular exercise with Cathy, I was in the best shape in years. My friend was ten minutes late, and she was stunning. She had on a classic little black dress that showed off her well-endowed body to perfection. Her curly blond hair fell to her bare shoulders. The clingy silk dress was held up by a couple of narrow straps tied behind her neck. The top of the dress was all cleavage. A marvel of strapless engineering was proudly presenting her marvelous breasts for display. The slinky dress was tight enough to emphasize her shapely hips and athletic ass. The bottom of the dress ended mid-thigh. There was a slit in the dress up the outside of her right leg that ended high on her lithe thigh. A pair of strappy black high heels shows completed the package.

We had been hanging out as friends for months, but her spectacular body still excited me. I held her chair for her and got an eyeful of her jiggling breasts as she sat down. I also saw a flash of her bright red bra. When I first met Cathy, I thought her breasts were too large for her trim frame. They were more than a handful and certainly larger than my wife's generous breasts. After six months, I had come to appreciate Cathy's for the wonders of nature that they were. As I held her chair and inhaled her intoxicating scent, I realized my dick was hard. I laughed to myself as I awkwardly moved to my chair and hastily sat down. Cathy grinned at the all too visible effect she had on me. I didn't know where this evening was going, but I was savoring every moment.

I smiled when the waiter brought a bottle of Domaine Chandon champagne and poured for us without asking. Cathy must have placed the order in advance. Earlier in the summer, I had taken Cathy to the Domaine Chandon winery and restaurant in Napa Valley as part of my campaign to show her the Bay area sights. It had been a memorable day for me, and I was pleased to see she had ordered our favorite champagne from the visit.

The waiter was placing the bottle into a bucket of ice when Cathy leaned forward and clinked her glass against mine. I grinned when I saw the waiter's eyes staring down the front of Cathy's dress. It is exciting when every man in the room desires the woman you are with. I was fortunate to have known two such women in my life. My problem was that my wife didn't want anything to do with me. Unfortunately, I was still so hung up on Jean that I was afraid to commit to the gorgeous woman in front of me.

Cathy said, "Here's to our six-month anniversary."

"You must be counting from the time we had dinner and saw Miyazaki's movie. However, it's been nearly a year since we first met at your company picnic That was when we teamed up for the three-legged race, and Jean took a picture of me checking out your gorgeous body. If it hadn't been for that event, we wouldn't be here tonight."

Both of us were all too aware that that photograph had motivated Jean and me to engage in our Great Beach Charade. If we hadn't participated in a fantasy where Jean was pretending to be my sexy blond mistress, we would never have smashed our marriage to pieces. The irony was that Cathy was a serious and intelligent woman with nothing in common with the Cathy my wife portrayed in Florida.

By the end of dinner, we were into our second bottle of champagne. I was relaxed and enjoying a lively back and forth conversation about all the places we had toured around the Bay Area and where we should go next. A live band started playing, and I remembered that Cathy had emphasized dinner and dancing. I hoped the dance lessons Jean had given me over the years would be good enough to satisfy Cathy.

"Steve, I need to powder my nose. When I get back, I expect you to be ready to dance the rest of the night away."

I asked the waiter for coffee. I needed it to counteract all the wine. The tension I always felt about dancing replaced my relaxed mood. I didn't want to disappoint Cathy. I smiled when I saw her walking back to the table. She had something hidden in her hand. She walked up to me and inserted s carefully folded piece of red cloth into my breast pocket.

Cathy winked at me and said, "If you're going to dance with me, everyone will be watching, and I want you to look striking. Your suit is nice, but it needs an extra touch of color."

I had to admit the extra color from the bright red accessory made my suit pop. I grinned for a moment until I caught a whiff of pure Cathy. I examined the piece of cloth in my pocket, and my mouth fell open. The little minx had stuffed her folded panties into my suit pocket.

I stood up and offered her my hand. As I lead my sexy girlfriend out onto the dance floor, I said, "I'm a very lucky man to have you in my life."

Cathy melted into my arms, and I guided her into a slow waltz.

Cathy whispered into my ear, "We've both been wounded in love, but we've been together long enough that I feel I can trust you with my heart. If you want me as much as I want you, you can get even luckier tonight."

I would have taken her back to my place right then, but Cathy insisted on dancing. We finished the set, and we finished the second bottle of champagne during the break. We even danced another set before Cathy agreed to leave. She grabbed an overnight bag from her car, and I drove us to my place.

While she was powdering her nose in the master bathroom, I brushed my teeth in the second bathroom. I hung up my suit coat while I waited for her. I couldn't resist taking a deep whiff of the red bikini panties she had stuffed in my suit pocket. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to appear. I was as nervous as a schoolboy on his first date. I hadn't had sex except for my right hand in six months. Cathy still had on her little black dress when she walked barefoot into the bedroom.

She smiled and said, "I expected to find you in bed, but this is even better. I want you to strip for me."

"While I'm stripping, what are you going to be doing? Is that sexy dress coming off anytime soon?"

"I'm going to sit back on your king size bed and ogle your body like you did mine when we were teammates in the three-legged race. If you do good a job of stripping and if I get excited enough, my dress will come off. If you are boring, the dress will stay on, and we'll do it in the dark. If you're dreadful, I'll call a cab and go home. Now, stop talking and perform."

I won't bore you with the details of my attempt to imitate one of the Chippendales. Cathy kept urging me on until I was totally naked. She commanded me to move my hands when I attempted to cover my raging erection. Cathy licked her lips and stared at me with obvious excitement.

"Well, you needed a lot of encouragement, but you did manage to get me excited. You've earned your reward. You can lie down on the bed and watch me take off my dress."

I laid down on my back next to her with my head on a pillow. I expected Cathy to get off the bed to remove her dress, but she rolled over onto me and kissed me hard. She pressed her leg between mine and ground her crotch against my hip. I moaned as she shoved her tongue into my mouth. I held her mouth against mine with my fingers entwined in her curly blond hair. My other hand slid down her back and cupped her firm ass. I remembered that her ass was bare under the silky black dress. I pulled her dress up to her waist so I could grasp a bare ass cheek. It was Cathy's turn to moan into my mouth.

My fingers slid down her ass into the space between her legs. Her shaved pussy was wet and warm. She squirmed under my hand as my fingers slid up and down her slit. She rolled onto her side as I plunged a finger into her moist vagina. She squealed with delight as her fingers wrapped around my erection. Our hands moved in harmony. My finger thrust in and out of her eager vagina as her strong hand slid up and down my hard cock. My thumb pressed against her clit as I finger fucked Cathy until her eyes glazed over. I was also lost in a world of pleasure. Fortunately, she wasn't working my cock as hard as I was her pussy or I would have cum long ago. Cathy grabbed my attention by brushing her thumb across the tip of my cock

I yelled, "Oh God!"

"Please fuck me, Steve. Fuck me now. I want to cum with your cock inside of me."

I was surprised by her request. Jean never came while I was inside of her unless we were in a position where my fingers could stimulate her clit. My regular routine with my wife was to bring her to an orgasm before we fucked. If she was lucky, I sometimes managed to give her a second orgasm, but she never came without extra stimulation. This was my first time with Cathy, and I had no idea what to expect. All I knew was she had me so turned on that I was all too eager to obey her request. I was more than willing to make sure she was satisfied later.

I tried to roll her onto her back. I was desperate to get my cock into her pussy. Cathy was having none of it. She sat up on her knees and straddled my hips. She stared hungrily into my eyes as she grasped the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head. She was now naked except for her bright red strapless bra. My hands slid up her trim thighs and grasped her narrow waist. Her hands found my cock again, and she pumped it hard as I watched her barely confined breasts shake. Cathy watched me with burning eyes. She smiled and then looked down at my erection as she aimed the head at her vagina. I groaned as she lowered her body down my cock until I was buried deep in her hot pussy.

"Oh God, your pussy feels wonderful."

Cathy smiled and gave her hips a wiggle to seat my cock snuggly in her wet pussy. She leaned over and cupped my face with her warm hands and kissed me deeply. Her tongue plunged into my mouth as she began moving her hips ever so slowly. She wasn't moving more than half an inch or so on my cock. I was in heaven. Her pussy was snug but not too tight like my wife's. I had a feeling I could fuck Cathy forever. With Jean, I was lucky to last four minutes. Still, it had been six months since I had had sex with a woman. A demonstration of stamina might have to wait until our second time. I grinned as I realized I was already anticipating fucking Cathy multiple times tonight.

Cathy sat back and began bouncing on my erection. My hands slid up to grasp her bouncing breasts that were barely contained in her thin bra. I had fallen in love with her big breasts. My wife's delightful breasts were a little more than a generous handful. I needed two of my large hands to grasp one of Cathy's spectacular breasts. I squeezed her beautiful breasts through her red bra as she rode my cock on and on.

I grinned and said, "Cathy, are you going to free these marvelous babies?"

Cathy put her hands on my chest and leaned forward. She kept working her pussy up and down my cock as she said, "I like being on top, but if I remove my bra, my breasts will hurt tomorrow from all of the vigorous bouncing."

"How about I hold them for you while you fuck me to death?"

Cathy laughed, "You have to promise to keep your hands on my tits."

"That is not going to be a problem. I promise I won't let go even for a second."

Cathy sat up and reached behind her back. She tossed her bra to the side of the bed. I smiled as I saw her breasts for the first time. Her dark pink nipples were already hard. They were surrounded by areolas the size of half dollars. Even with Cathy sitting still, her breasts were quivering. She let me look for a minute without moving. I think I was hypnotized. Then I felt a gentle squeeze on my cock as she began to contract her vagina on my cock.

"Remember, you promised to hold my breasts."

"Oh God, sorry."

My hands flew up to cup her breasts. At first, I gently squeezed her breasts, but as she bounced harder, I began to maul her tits. My fingers played with her firm nipples. Cathy groaned and fucked me harder. I thrust my hips up to meet her flying pussy. She was grunting as she slammed her body down on my hard cock. I lost it when her body began trembling, and her vagina squeezed my cock over and over. I closed my eyes and came hard.

"Oh, my fucking God, Jean! Fuck me."

Cathy dropped down into my arms, and we held each other tight as our bodies shook from our intense orgasms. Our breathing was ragged, and my nose flared with the scent of hot, sweaty sex. I held on as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. It took me some time to come back down to Earth. Cathy brought me around by kissing me lightly on my eyes, cheeks, and lips. I opened my eyes and saw her face inches from mine. She seemed strangely perturbed for someone who had just had a mind-blowing orgasm.

"I've never been in a three-way before."

"Sorry, what?"

"That was great sex, but there were three people in this bed."

"I'm still lost."

"You called out Jean's name when you came."

I stared at Cathy with sudden remorse. I thought about the intense pleasure this beautiful woman had just given me. Then I remembered closing my eyes and seeing Jean. My wife and I had fucked together in this bed so many times, it seemed natural to call out her name.

"Oh God, Cathy, I'm so sorry. You were fantastic. I feel like an ass."

Cathy laid down next to me with her head on my chest and her naked thigh between mine. Her fingertip traced around the hairs on my chest.

She looked at her finger as she said, "Maybe I pushed you too fast. It's only been six months since Jean left. You're such a great guy, I wanted you for myself. Maybe you'll never love me."

Her eyes were moist, and her body shuddered when she doubted my ability to love her. I tightened my grip on her waist. My free hand burrowed into her blond hair, and I pulled her lips to mine. I kissed her tenderly for a moment before looking into her teary eyes. I kissed her tears away. Cathy opened her eyes and stared into mine. I didn't realize I was crying until she kissed my wet cheeks.

"I'm an asshole, but please don't doubt my feelings for you. I love every minute I'm with you. I would be happy to be with you for the rest of my life. I love you, Cathy Miller."

Cathy smiled and kissed me on the lips. I prayed that the smile she gave me was one of forgiveness. I forgot about my lapse when her hand found my semi-hard cock and stroked it to life.

"This time, make love to me, Steve."

I rolled her onto her back and kissed my way from her lips down to one of her spectacular breasts. My lips sucked a hard nipple into my mouth. I flicked my tongue across the tip and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure. My hand found her other breast, and I twirled her nipple between my fingers. Cathy's hand started stroking my cock faster. I smiled with the realization that I was going to play with her big tits as I fucked her silly.

Cathy pulled my cock to her vagina, and I plunged into her warm hot core. She arched her back and moaned. Her fingers found the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. My tongue danced with hers as I thrust my cock hard into her over and over. I had already come once tonight, and I intended to fuck her forever. I lost track of time. I was a fucking machine. It seemed that years of strenuous exercise was paying off.

It was a long time later when I pulled my cock out of her pussy. Cathy squealed in protest, and her eyes flew open.

"Oh God, please don't stop."

I rolled her over and drew her to her hands and knees. I held her hips as I drove my cock back into her sweet pussy. Cathy moaned into a pillow. She arched her back and pressed her tender breasts into the bed. Her hands gripped the sheets as I thrust deep into her vagina over and over. I slid a hand around to the top of her slit. Cathy shrieked as my fingers strummed across her clit. She drove her hips back to meet my thrusts all the time screaming.

"Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Oh God, Steve don't stop."

I held on tight to the bucking girl as I drove her to an intense orgasm. Her body shook. Her screams became incoherent. I felt her vagina spasm around my cock, and I came hard.

I continued to hold Cathy as I recovered from a mind-blowing orgasm. I hoped it was as good for her. I fell onto my back beside her, and she crawled into my arms. I kissed her forehead, and she gazed at me.

I said, "I'm sorry about earlier. Can I make it up to you on Wednesday? There is a French comedy at the Varsity Theater."

"Maybe Friday night would be better. I'm starting an Adult Ed class on Wednesdays. It runs for the next couple of months."

"Oh, is it something I'd enjoy?"

"Probably not. It's a woman thing. Trying to achieve calm in a chaotic world run by men."

I laughed, "OK, Friday night it is."

#

Now that we had been intimate for the first time, we began having regular sex. Cathy moved some of her clothes into my closet and spent most nights at my place. Tuesdays and Thursdays, we continued to attend jiujitsu classes together. Wednesday nights I would get a phone call around ten, and we would talk about our day. A delightful month passed.

One night after a round of enthusiastic sex Cathy said, "Steve, why haven't you signed the divorce papers?"

"Jean isn't reasonable. I want her to have the house. She can't raise our baby in your apartment."

"If I move out of the apartment, Jean will have all the room she needs."

"Where would you go?"

Cathy frowned and waited for me to stop being stupid.

"Sorry, I'd love to have you move in with me. You know I love you."

"Steve, I'm not moving in unless you sign the divorce papers. I must know you are willing to move on with your life. I deserve at least that much commitment."

Cathy had hit the nail on the head. I loved Cathy, but I still loved Jean. Cathy was beautiful, intelligent and exciting, but so was Jean. Cathy wanted to move in with me, and Jean despised me. Jean and I had been married for five years, and she was going to have our baby. Somehow, I still hoped for a future with Jean.

"I'm such an asshole. I love you, and I'm trying, to be honest, but..."

"But?"

"Part of me still hopes that Jean and I can get back together."

I expected to be gutted. At the very least, I knew that Cathy was capable of using her jiujitsu skills to cause me serious harm. I didn't expect her to remain calm. I know Jean would have clawed my eyes out.

Cathy looked weary as she stared into my eyes. She put her hand on my cheek and said, "I've known all along you couldn't let her go. I wanted you to love me as much as you love Jean. I hoped I could make you forget her. You've been a great friend and a wonderful lover. You've helped me recover from the shit I went through with my ex-fiancée. It was too much to expect that you would give up the love of your life."

I laid my head on her shoulder. I was crying as I said, "I'm lucky to have loved two wonderful women. You deserve someone who loves you wholeheartedly. Oh God, Cathy, I'm sorry."

I lay in her arms for a while. I couldn't believe she was comforting me after what I had done.

"Steve, I think you have one last chance. Maybe it's hormones from being pregnant, but Jean has changed over the last few months. I think she has begun to heal. She's forgiven herself, and she has forgiven you. She is constantly asking me how you are doing. I can see a wistful look in her eyes when I tell her what you and I have done together. I'm convinced she still loves you."

"I still doubt she'll talk to me. I don't even know what I could say that I haven't already."

"Steve, Jean is due in about a month. I've been going to Lamaze classes with her on Wednesdays. She asked me to be her coach. I think if you showed up while she is in labor, she would have a hard time pushing you away."

"I don't have a clue about helping her through childbirth. I would just make her mad."

"I can teach you everything I've learned in Lamaze during the next month."

"What if your plan doesn't work?"

"Maybe if you are lucky, I'll give you one last chance. You'd better hope Prince Charming doesn't come and carry me away while you are dawdling. Meanwhile, I hope we can be friends, and you'll keep giving me great sex. Deal?"

"My God, you are the most incredible woman."

"I know, and I don't want you to ever forget even if you manage to win Jean back."

Cathy gave me a crash course in Lamaze. She kept coming over to give me lessons. We were still having great sex. Somehow, I managed to maintain the appearance of sanity.

I got a phone call one afternoon while at work. Cathy said, "Jean just went into labor. It looks like it will be some time before she delivers. Why don't you come over and stay in the waiting room? I'll get you when she is getting close."

I drove over to Stanford Hospital. I said I was the husband and had no problem being admitted to the ward. I even got one of those plastic wristbands. Cathy came out see me when I arrived. She told me to be patient. The birth was progressing well, but it would be at least two hours. It seemed like an eternity.

Cathy came out again and said, "She's close. It won't be more than a half hour. I think it is time to bring you into the delivery room."

I followed Cathy and stood next to my wife. I took Jean's hand and coached her to breathe. When the contraction ended, Jean turned her head to look at me.

"Steve?"

"I couldn't miss the birth of our baby. Cathy taught me Lamaze. I think I can do it. I know you can."

Jean shook her head and said, "OK for now."

Fifteen minutes later our daughter was born. After the nurses and the pediatrician had finished caring for the baby, they wrapped her up and handed her to me. I gently carried her over to my wife and laid our child in her arms.

I said, "She looks just like her mother. She's beautiful."

I stayed with my wife until she fell asleep. The nurses carried the baby back to the nursery. I stayed with my wife and slept in an uncomfortable chair.

I woke up with a start when Jean said, "Steve, can you bring Laura to me. The nurse said she would help me learn to nurse."

She was smiling at me. My heart melted. I smiled and hurried off to get our daughter. I knew Jean had named Laura after her strong-minded grandmother. I loved the name.

Later in the day, we talked. We brought Laura home to our house. Cathy helped me move the baby things from her apartment. Taking care of a newborn is exhausting. Our parents helped. Somehow, we managed to find time to talk. We attended couple's therapy for nearly a year. It took time for our wounds to heal, and it was hard work. The hardest part for each of us was to forgive ourselves.

Three years later our second daughter, Emily was born. Emily took after me.

Epilogue

Eighteen years later, Jean and I were sitting with Emily in the stands watching Laura play Rugby for Stanford. I was thrilled to watch my smart and strong daughter break out of the scrum with the ball. She raced for the goal with her platinum hair flying.

Emily said, "Is Ben going to be at dinner tonight?"

Ben was Cathy and David's first child. Jean and I were aware Emily had a major crush on Ben. I smiled at Jean and kissed her cheek. I was lucky to be married to the beautiful, intelligent woman beside me. Life was good.