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Author’s Note: Sex scenes are bookended with “~~~” for those uninterested in plot. For those interested in plot, I don’t recommend this continuation chapter as a standalone piece.

Trigger Warning: No actual domestic violence takes place, but suspicion and history of DV are a strong theme in this chapter.

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My life became immeasurably better the hour Kay convinced Dr. Valkis that he should get a new start elsewhere. But my ruminations got me worried as the day progressed and I looked back over the previous 24 hours. I hit myself in the face with a cabinet door, admitted that I can’t drive because the idea of it terrifies me, proved incapable of setting my own alarm to get to work on time, and had spent months trying to come to terms with a man whom she handled in minutes.

How could she not think I was a complete idiot? She has such confidence and she’s an important lawyer who…

You know, I still don’t know precisely what my girlfriend does, but she manages effortlessly to wake herself up and drive herself to work for whatever it is she does. At the right time. In a car that she owns and is licensed to operate. All without knocking herself in the head or needing an intermediary to communicate with other human beings on her behalf.

I was afraid she’d think I was either too stupid or too much work and bail on me. So when she arrived to pick me back up from work, I guess I’d sunk into myself some.

My girlfriend’s good at noticing those things. “Are you okay, Cuteness?” she asked as she enfolded me in a big greeting hug.

“Yeah…” I mumbled into her shoulder.

“Want me to take you straight home?”

“To your house?”

“I’d prefer to take you to my house, but wherever you’d rather go is okay.”

“Your house.”

My girlfriend squeezed me close and released the hug. “Off to my house we go then.”

On the ride home, she put her free hand on my thigh – like normal – but didn’t caress me or fondle me. It felt too weird to ask her to touch me more or ask her why she wasn’t touching me more, so I fretted silently. She stayed quiet during the drive as well, which I couldn’t imagine was a good sign.

We walked inside, and my girlfriend kissed my cheek and pressed me to sit in one of the dining room chairs. She started putting together some dinner in the kitchen.

I tried to sit still. My feet tapped. I fiddled with the drawstrings on my hoodie. I did long division in my head.

She pulled a package of some sort from the freezer and winked at me, then turned to get some plates, glasses, and forks. I noticed the cabinet door clasps had been replaced with magnets. Never had such a considerate and immediate action taken on my behalf made me feel so low.

My girlfriend set the plates, glasses, and forks on the table, kissed my forehead, and walked back into the kitchen. I followed her.

“Baby?” I had to say something.

“Yeah, Kiddo?”

“I know I must seem stupid, but I’m not and – if I am – I’ll do anything for you to make up for it!”

Her arms were around me before I got the run-on sentence out. I love her arms.

“You’re not stupid, Jenny,” she disagreed so conclusively and authoritatively that I couldn’t argue back even if wanted to dispute her. And I didn’t want to. I knew I wasn’t stupid exactly, but…

“But I’m just so…I don’t know. I don’t deserve…You can hit me if you-“

She didn’t let me finish the sentence that time. She spun us and pinned me against the fridge. Her body pressed against me so tightly, I couldn’t even take a deep breath. The fridge kept my back straight and her pressure against me calmed me and oddly helped me to regulate my breathing.

It was like nothing bad in the world could get to me through her.

“I love you, Jenny. I never want to hurt you. More than that, I want you never to be hurt.” She rubbed her cheek against mine, still holding me tight.

I didn’t speak, but my whole body relaxed.

“I get that you have some self-esteem issues to work through and that you’ll need time to believe in your own value.” I felt her breath on my ear and her voice had the most soothing tone I’d ever heard. “Until you see yourself as the wonderful person I see, remember that you are my girlfriend. I will not allow anyone – including me or you – to mistreat or disparage my girlfriend.”

I started sobbing, not sad. I felt such relief that a floodgate opened and I couldn’t control my reaction. She swept me up, carried me to the couch, and laid down beneath me.

“I’m sor-sorry. I…”

My girlfriend shushed me. “Cry yourself out, Love. I’ve got you.” She pulled the afghan over us, rubbed her cheek to mine again, and rubbed my back with her warm hands.

I slipped my hands under her, under her leather jacket and her blouse to touch her skin. I rubbed my cheek back against hers (even though I wondered if my hot tears would smear her makeup). I laid there in her arms and did exactly what she told me to do. I cried myself out.

It Gaziantep Grup Escort felt so good to have that release. Years of emotion poured out at once. And she took it all. She just kept stroking me, petting me, and telling me sweet things.

After a while, my tears stopped and I calmed, but she kept petting me and comforting me with gentle words. I honestly couldn’t believe how much I loved her. Couldn’t believe my luck at her finding me.

This need took me to be really really hers. I feel most hers when she holds me after she makes me cum, but I’m super crappy at asking for it.

I tried to wiggle subtly on top of her, you know, seductively. She stiffened, took a deep breath, and held me tighter.

I kissed on her neck and jaw. One of her hands left my back and ran through my loose blond hair.

“Baby?”

“Yes, Kiddo?”

“Can we, um?”

“Hey, no. You don’t have to…do that. Not right now. It’s okay. We can lay here for now.”

“I want to. I need to be yours.”

“Angel, you are abso-fucking-lutely mine. You don’t have to prove anything.”

She shifted beneath me. My girlfriend always kinda lusts for me, even when she thinks I’m sad and she shouldn’t.

I summoned some resolve. “Please, Baby? I need to cum.” Resolved or not, I still whispered the request pretty quietly.

Her hand left my mussed hair and turned my narrow jaw. She kissed me, softly and possessively at once. The hand that had been rubbing my back slipped between us and under my waistband. She rubbed my lower belly instead and woke the butterflies there.

“Are you sure you want this, Darling?” Doubt slowed her usually crisp speech.

I nodded and kissed her, teasing her tongue until it followed mine back into my mouth. My legs spread for her, not subtly. I sucked her tongue.

Her hand went further down and tickled my lips. She kept kissing my other lips too.

As her silken lips pressed to mine, an insistent tongue teased and toyed in my mouth. Her hands are strong, her fingers are lean. Even if she had short, stubby, little fingers though, I was wet enough to make it work. More fun with her fingers though.

Her first two went into me, deep. And back in, back out, back in. Her thumb found my clit, having to dig in some since we were so tight together and my panties and pants were still on.

My fingers dug into her back, too. I imagined the little crescent shaped marks I left there as I gripped the woman I loved. I kissed her supple lips back, desperate for the release that only she had ever been able to give me. I keened in a wordless begging for her to have me.

Her fingers moved faster. Her kiss grew more insistent. She was pushing me to completion at high speed. It’s so cool that she knows better than I do where I’m at sexually at any point in our lovemaking.

My hands held the arm of the couch above her head, forearms flexing. My toes pointed out as my ankles flexed as well. My back arched.

Then I realized physically that I was cresting. Another warmth spread throughout my body. I felt more liquid flowing out of me around her amazing fingers and she made me hers again with a beautifully gentle orgasm.

Her fingers stayed at my sex for a few lingering moments as I came down. Then both her arms wrapped back around me and held me.

“Are you good, Dove?”

“Uh-huh.”

We laid like that, together. Until her stupid phone went off. I grumbled as one of her hands left my body to check the text.

“It’s Nic, Kitten. The girls are on their way over. Are you still up for meeting them? I can tell them to wait for another night if you…don’t feel like company.”

“No, I still want to meet them, Baby.” That was mostly true. The idea of meeting new people who were that important to her scared me, but it made me more a part of her life too.

“Okay. Since I sort of failed in the preparing dinner aspect of our evening, I’ll ask them to pick up some takeout on the way over. That’ll also give us some time to get cleaned up first.”

She meant me, but was too nice to say it. While she texted back, I walked to the bathroom off the living room, all the while experiencing a more minor but still real dread.

The mirror was not a friend to me that day. Rather it bore out the justification of that dread. My face was a wreck from the crying and my hair was wild and static-y. Between that and the black eye, I looked moderately terrible.

I’d wanted to look nice, you know? I don’t ever need to be Jessica Rabbit or anything, but nice at least seemed like an achievable goal. I was meeting my girlfriend’s friends for the first time, so I wanted to look nice.

I saw her in the mirror coming up behind me (my girlfriend, not Jessica Rabbit). My first instinct told me to slink away, but she turned me toward her and kissed me sweetly. Then she wiped my face clean with her pocket square. She took a brush from a drawer and smoothed down my hair too.

“I messed up your pretty hair, it’s only fair that I fix it,” she noted charitably with a smile as she finished brushing out my rebellious blond locks. “You’re beautiful, Kitten.”

“Are these clothes okay?” Maybe I should have been wearing something more formal? I could hardly be wearing anything less formal than Ducktales and Donald Duck.

“Dearheart, my friends will be so happy to see that you’re not a figment of my imagination that you could wear a potato sack and they’ll still give you a big hug and welcome you to the family.” She kissed me again. “But, based solely on how wet you got my fingers, you may get uncomfortable if you don’t change soon.

“Okay. So, like, jeans? I don’t have jeans here. Maybe-“

Her lips stopped my jabbering with another swift kiss. “It’s a casual night in with the girls, Cuddles, no one will be dressed up. Just wear something you’ll be comfy in.”

I nodded and headed toward her room for clean clothes.

“Wait, they’ll hug me?” I asked from the foot of the stairs, her comment finally hitting me.

“Sweetness, I can probably stop Nic and Teeg if you want, but yes, Melody will almost certainly hug you.”

“O-kay.” I was surprised that it was okay.

I ran up and switched to my Yoda hoodie and Clone Wars pants. Something about wearing a wise Jedi master on my chest gave me a shot of courage. The sexy chartreuse bra and panty set I wore under them gave me an unexpected confidence boost too. I still paced back and forth until I heard the doorbell and ran downstairs to greet her friends and my fate.

“Ah, so you are real, Jenny.” Melody walked up to me and, sure enough, enveloped me in a big friendly hug. It was different from when Kay hugs me, no sexual undertone at all. But she made me feel super welcomed. Then Teeg hugged me, and then Nic.

“We brought Cranium!” Teeg announced as she tossed the game to Kay, “I’m gonna get drinks and forks. Fire up the hookah?”

I followed my girlfriend out to help her. I didn’t actually know how to help with a hookah at the time, so I mostly stood around as she filled the bowl, covered it with pierced foil, and put charcoal on it.

“Baby, we’re going to play Cranium?”

“We don’t have to, Pretty girl. Would you rather watch a movie?” she offered as she lit the charcoal and put the wind protector thing-y on top.

“No, I like board games. Just, what if I don’t play well? Will I be on your team?” I was anxious to come off well in front of her friends and not seem like an uneducated dunderhead. Suddenly a simple activity like a board game seemed fraught with a myriad of possible negative outcomes.

She set down the tongs and extra charcoal, then she hugged me too. “You’re always on my team.” Like I said, there are always sexual undertones with her, but she strived to make me feel better. “But, yeah, tonight it’ll be you and me against Nic and Melody. Teeg will play for both teams.”

“Oh. Because we have an odd number of people?” She sat me down and took the seat next to me.

“You’d think so, but it’s actually because she has zero discipline and will shout out the answers no matter whose team she’s on.”

“I fucking heard that.” Teeg walked out with like six bottles of liquor from Kay’s cabinet in one arm and a twelve pack of Cherry Coke in the other and set them on the side table. I didn’t recognize most of the labels, probably because I don’t drink. Redbreast, Bruichladdich, Boru, Espolon, and Appleton? At least I’d heard of the Johnnie Walker.

“I said it loud, blurter,” she confidently shot back.

“And I second it.” Nic set down a couple bags from China Harbor and started pulling out boxes of Chinese food.

“Play nice. We wouldn’t want Jenny here to think we’re uncouth.” Melody warned as she set down utensils, napkins, and shot glasses and then patted my shoulder. I hadn’t considered that they might care about my impression of them, too, “Kay, did you get a new table?”

“No,” my girlfriend answered quickly, “I’m going to grab some more chasers.”

“Kitten,” she whispered in my ear as she stood to walk away, “You don’t have to drink any alcohol or caffeine, or do anything else you don’t want. And you don’t owe anyone an explanation.”

“Jenny, do you like moo shu pork?” Nic held out a box with a fork in it to me.

“Yes. Thank you.” I was grateful both that I wouldn’t have to choose one for myself and that I could start eating, rather than idly sitting there and wondering what I should be doing.

“Kay says you work at the pharmacy at Seattle Children’s?” Melody asked me.

I nodded, mouth full of moo shu.

“Sounds more beneficial than the drugs I dispense,” Nic joked.

“Don’t undersell yourself!” Teeg took a shot of clear liquid. I hadn’t even noticed her pour it.

“Wanna hit, Jenny?” Melody passed me one of the hookah hoses and a plastic tip.

“Oh, I don’t, ah, smoke.” I declined while physically accepting both in my hands.

“Don’t worry. It’s tobacco-free.” Melody answered and both Nic and Teeg nodded. “Cotton candy flavored, too.”

It was delicious.

“Here,” Teeg offered, “Try a shot of Octomore with it.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Kay walked back out and took the shot set in front of me, replacing it with a Barq’s Red Creme Soda. She sat next to me and squeezed my thigh quickly under the table.

She smoothed all the conversation for me and her friends were so nice and easy that I loosened up quickly in the convivial atmosphere of my girlfriend’s open balcony. We ate, drank, smoked, and played. And laughed. I laughed so hard at something Teeg said that I threw my head back, unabashed.

“Jenny, sweetie, come help me get some desserts?” Melody asked. I thought it was abrupt, and looked at Kay.

“I’ll get-” Kay started.

“I asked her, Kay.” Melody cut my girlfriend off and took my hand to lead me inside.

My girlfriend sat back down without a word. After being cut off like that, kinda rudely. Seeing her – knowing the vengeful fury she could be – back down to anyone disconcerted me.

I went to the freezer, thinking to find a frozen pie or cake. Goodness knows I wasn’t prepared to actually cook a dessert.

“That was a bit of a ruse, sweetie.” Melody explained. “I wanted to talk to you. Here, sit with me.” She pulled out a dining room chair. I sat in confusion.

“Did Kay tell you what I do for a living, Jenny?”

“You’re a lawyer, too?”

“Yes, but a different type of lawyer. I’m a Special Prosecutor for the Seattle City Attorney’s Office, Domestic Violence Unit.”

“Oh. That sounds tough.” I didn’t know what to say. I hate it when I can’t tell if I feel weird in a specific social situation or if I’m in a specifically weird social situation.

“It can be, but it’s rewarding, too. Germaine to this conversation, it’s given me some particular training to look for certain signs. Like the slight discoloration below your eye and that you’ve been crying hard.” She put her hand on mine and I felt like I could confide anything in her. “Jenny, if stuff that you don’t like is happening, it’s okay to tell me. It’s good to tell me. Nothing you say will get back to Kay. It’s just you and me talking, alright?”

“Alright.” That seemed like a generous and compassionate offer from a remarkably thoughtful and sympathetic person, but also like a totally weird and random thing to say.

“Did you and Kay have an argument?” Her benevolent voice urged me forward. Whatever it was she wanted to know, I wanted to confess.

“No, but I thought she thought I was stupid and I told her she could hit me. She pinned me to the fridge and told me I was hers and it was okay. Then I cried and she made me feel better and then we, um, you know. But my black eye is from me hitting myself with a door.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Melody wrapped her arms around me. She’s such a naturally comforting person that I let myself be hugged and comforted.

But you know how you burst into tears more easily when someone is super kind and understanding than you do when confronted by indifferent or mean people? I sobbed as her kindness inundated me and I let myself think about the things that made me sad. I thought I’d cried myself out earlier in my girlfriend’s arms and I was indeed out of actual tears to cry, but my shoulders shook and I clenched my stomach as Melody held me and patted my back.

“Jenny, sweetie, I’m going to bring Nic in here with us, okay?” She gently released me. Her voice was like a warm hoodie from the dryer.

“Okay.”

“Hey, Nic!” she shouted, “Come in here and help us pick!”

Nic walked in with Kay and Teeg trailing behind her.

“Are either of your named ‘Nic?'” Melody’s voice, so tender with me a moment before, spat acid at the uninvited women.

Again – despite the level of authority in Melody’s voice – I was surprised when both Teeg and my confident and aggressive girlfriend put up their hands in surrender and walked back out.

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Anne’s documentary had nearly come to its end when my oddly assertive girlfriend turned off my phone and now the credits are rolling. Between her prematurely ending the vibrating text game and getting her toys back inside her without my help, she’s impressing me today. I’m still going to make her buzz for each of those texts later though.

“Round of applause for the lady of the hour!” Teeg announces as Anne’s name scrolls passed and raises her glass in a toast. “The only thing in the whole show worth looking at!”

“Here, here.” We all raise the toast and Anne preens.

“Off to Cherry Girls’ then?” Teeg’s mind lasers in on her next conquest.

Melody and Anne jump in her truck and the rest of us pile into Adrianne’s SUV. Although my girlfriend and I share a bench seat, I respect that she won’t want to play in close quarters with three other people in the vehicle. She snuggles up to me as much as our seatbelts will allow during the ride though.

“Hi Kay,” The parking attendant greets me as we leave the garage across from the bar.

“Hey Matt,” I answer with open friendliness.

“How do you know him?” Adrianne asks with honest surprise.

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He came over the dusty hilltop and walked down the road towards me. As he came closer my mouth fell open. I had never before seen such a massive muscular physique. His arms tapered from massive shoulders to thick boned wrists and big strong hands. His legs, well his legs were huge, his massive thighs a moving mass of rippling muscle as he strode smoothly towards me. He wore only a calfskin loincloth and some leather straps about his chest. The loincloth covered his crotch but as he moved it flapped back and forth and I could see that it was never going to hang straight down on him. There was far too much of a mound sitting behind it for that.

As he strode closer he looked me over. It was a direct assessment of my physical attributes. “Where are you from?” I shouted to him, as he got close enough to hear.

“Why do you ask?” he bellowed back.

“I have never seen a man who looked as muscular and strong as you do,” I replied, not wanting to offend him but unable to stop looking down at that loin cloth of his, trying to figure out just what was behind it.

He laughed as he reached me, “I have had a long walk and need to rest a while. Do you want join me?” he asked.

I gulped, “yes, of course, I have a water skin you can drink from too.” I took up the leading rein on my ass, which carried my provisions. “Umm, where do you want to rest?”

He indicated a pile of huge rocks that stood beside the road. “There.”

I smiled, seeing that the rocks made some cool shade. I stepped off towards them but he landed a huge hand on my arse and grabbed a handful of my dusty tunic. He spun me around and his huge arms pulled me in to him and he planted his lips on mine, crushing them. His hands were on my arse, each huge hand almost completely enclosing a cheek.

“Ummm,” he grunted, as he let me fall free. I could see his loin cloth was standing out more now than before, Gaziantep Grup Escort and was transfixed by the obvious bulge now being made by what was behind it.

“Come on,” he said, taking my arm in a powerful and painful grasp.

Once we reached the shade of the rocks he pushed me back against the nearest. I gasped, and was a bit worried for a moment, then he removed his loincloth and I was too stunned to worry about anything else. What he had been hiding was a huge engorging cock, already more than one span long, and big sagging balls. He stroked his cock, which was still only partly hard but already as thick and long as any I had seen before.

“Do you have any oil?” he asked.

I nodded numbly, “In the pack on my asses side,” I replied.

“Get it,” he ordered me.

I scurried over to my pack animal and dug out the clay jar of cooking oil and returned to hand it to him. He pushed me about and I ended up facing the rock with him behind me. I had a pretty good idea where this was going.

He slapped a huge hand on my shoulder and pulled my tunic down, tearing it off me. Then I felt huge fingers parting my cheeks and his hand slapped oil onto my arse. It dribbled down my thighs as he pulled my hips away from the rock and my legs followed until I was supporting only my head with my hands against the rock. He slathered more oil onto my arse and then I cried out, “OOOH,” as he plunged one of his thick fingers into my arsehole.

My arse was a well-used piece of equipment but it had never served a man built like he was. I turned my head as far as I could and gasped fearfully when I saw the huge rod he now stroked with his free hand. “I don’t.. ,” I began, my protest cut off by him jamming a thicker finger deep inside me.

He stroked the head of his huge cock against my hole wetting me more and spreading the slippery oil about on himself as well as me. I cried out as something burned its way inside me. He laughed. My arse was emptied and I wanted it filled but wasn’t sure if what he was offering me was going to be able to be accommodated inside there.

He was not concerned though and in a moment I was screaming a scream that echoed through the pile of rocks and across the valley. He had got inside me. His huge cock was tearing my entrance up as he eased it into me. I pushed back, trying to make my arse open wider, putting my hands back to pull my own cheeks apart. He continued to drive himself into me and I continued to let out screams of agony.

But then he had hit that spot and I was gasping for breath between my screams. The oil and my body were suddenly helping him ease in and he was making way inside me without tearing me apart. I groaned now with huge groans and crying moans. He was going deeper than I’d known a cock could go and stretching me to my limit and almost beyond, but he kept going. Then he was in. I gasped and panted, sweating with the strain of taking him.

He grunted too, and his cock moved inside me and I screamed again. Then he slapped my arse hard and started to fuck me with small bumps of his great hips. They bumped my arse so hard they nearly drove my head into the rock I was leaning against. His bumping became fiercer and my screams again echoed through the valley.

He grunted again and suddenly pulled out of me. I nearly collapsed onto the hard ground but he pushed me back to the rock and turned me about. I was shaking still from the strain of his fucking me and he handled me like a soft toy. He bent down and lifted my legs off the ground and I yelled out as he pushed my back up the rock behind me and locked my bent knees over his forearms and spread them as wide as he could.

My arse hole was now ideally placed for him and I gasped fearfully as I saw his engorged cock was now well over a span and a half in length. It stood out so hard he just pulled me forward so my arse rode down on it. I screamed again as I felt it going into me, deeper than before if that was possible. It was slightly easier for me to take spread wide as I was but now my back was being rubbed raw by the rough rock behind me.

The he pushed me effortlessly off his cock to near the end of it. I was no more than a bag of straw to his huge muscles. Then he pulled me in again, his cock plunging back deep in me, while I screamed a piercing scream. He ignored my protests and built up a steady fucking rhythm with his hips and my body.

It was all I could do not to faint as he plowed my arse like that. He kept the pushing pulling fuck up for some time. Then I felt him twitch inside me, making me scream again, while he plunged deep, threw his head back and roared like a lion. There was a great surge of warmth inside me. He roared again and I felt another flood fill me. I came myself, over my belly and chest, just from the feel of him coming inside me.

Then his cum began to run out of me and dribble down his thighs. He pushed me off him finally and my legs refused to hold me up. I collapsed into a heap at the base of the rock that had rubbed my back raw. I couldn’t move and wondered if I’d ever walk again.

He smiled down at me while he replaced his loincloth. When he was done he said to me, “Well met stranger,” and waved me farewell. He turned away and returned to the road, striding off into the distance as I lay on the ground totally fucked and drifting off into unconsciousness.

I awoke to the cold of nighttime and wondered why I was lying there and wondered too at the odd dream I’d had of being fucked by a giant. Then I moved and the pain it caused me told me it had been no dream. I certainly had been fucked by a giant. And I knew too that my ass was going to be unhappy at having to carry me on his back the next day. I doubted I would walk properly for some time.

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Halloween Entrapment

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“I swear he is cheating on me, always has an excuse to go out of town for business, and he never pays any attention to me anymore. I feel like I need to make an appointment with Thom just to spend any time with him or even to have sex” Carlie said crying to her best friend Leslie on the phone.

“Can you believe,” he says he has a conference on Halloween weekend so now we can’t go to your party? I will be stuck home “AGAIN”, all by myself. Another party missed because he “has” to work. “Get this”, Thom says that they are “supposed” to wear a costume Saturday night for the meet and greet following the conference. I have never heard of a costume party at a conference, “does he really think I’m a fool?”

Carlie, “I don’t think Thom’s cheating on you. He loves you too much. I think you are over thinking too much. I see the way Thom looks at you, there is no way he would do something like that.” You just need to talk to him Leslie said.

“So what are you going to do” Leslie asked? I have a plan and I’m going to find out “once and for all” if he is cheating on me or not. “So help me” if he is cheating on me I am going to lose my shit on him, he won’t know what hit him. I think I would “go batshit crazy.”

“So” what are you going to do Leslie asked?

I am going to make reservations at the same hotel they are staying at. I will just check in the middle of the night so nobody will see me. I will stay in my room until Saturday night, dress up and go to the party unnoticed, then I will cheek out Sunday while they are in the conference. Then I can be back home when he gets here and act like nothing ever happened. I swear if he is cheating I will “go batshit crazy” on him when he gets home.

I “don’t understand” how you are going to find out if he is cheating or not Leslie said.

So “here is my plan,” well you know, Thom is a big “Darth Vader geek” and that’s what his costume was going to be for your party. I did tell you that we “weren’t going to make it to your party” this year. Sorry, Carlie said.

I will “mark” his costume somehow so that I will know it’s him and “not someone else.” I mean “how many Darth Vader costumes will there be?” Damn “Star War geeks,” Leslie said laughing. I will wear the red formal dress that he hasn’t seen me in. The one that shows a lot of skin and gets a mask to cover my face, so he doesn’t know it’s me.

What happens if you get Thom back to your room then what. Well, guess we will be having sex with the masks on I guess. I “don’t want him to know” it’s me until he gets home and I make him pay for what he’s done. And just how is he “suppose to go down south,” Leslie asked laughing?

He should be able to lift the mask up a little and still do “the deed” and put it back on while he fucks me Carlie said.

I “think” you have thought too much into this. I think this is a “big mistake, I don’t think you should do this” Leslie said.

I “don’t know” how else to find out if he is “cheating on me” or not. “Do you” have another idea, because I am “all ears if you do?” Even if I was to follow him, there would be no way to see into the room once they were behind the door. “Unless” I watched him kiss her beforehand then I would be “shit out of luck.”

Look I don’t like having to do this, but I have no other way to “prove anything” unless I hire a Private Investigator to follow him. I need to confirm if Thom is “cheating on me or not.”

“No,” Leslie said, but “I know” Thom “loves you.” I “don’t think he would do something like that” to you. I think he is just “working really hard and is getting off track” is all. I think you should try talking to him.

“I have tried, lord knows I have tried, he just tells me that I’m being silly that he is working hard, and he’s not paying enough attention to me,” she said.

Ok, but I just want you to note that I think this is “a very bad idea and it’s going to backfire” on you Leslie said.

“Duly noted”, Carlie said.

So “when” do you leave and “what” are you going to wear for a costume? Leslie asked.

I “leave” Friday night. It’s only about a two-hour drive there, so I figured I would check in around midnight. Thom “should be in bed by then,” Carlie said. As for my dress, remember that Red one that’s low cut in the front, slit three quarters up my front and hung real low in the back Carlie said.

Oh, yea, the one “you thought showed too much skin and you didn’t think Thom would like” it Leslie said.

“Yep, that’s the dress I am going to wear.” Thom has “never seen it.” I put it in the back in the bag and hung it in the back of my closet. “Guess we will find out if he likes it or not,” Carlie said.

Yea, “that dress.

He would have loved you in that dress, I don’t think it showed too much Leslie said.

I just have to go to “pick up” a mask to wear with it before I leave. I will put my hair up and with the right mask, he won’t know it’s me. “This will work, I’m sure of it, besides I don’t have any other choice,” Carlie said.

Friday afternoon rolled Gaziantep Sınırsız Escort around and Thom kissed his wife “goodbye.”

I “don’t understand why” you have to “always be” the one going to these things. “Can’t they send someone else, why do you always have to be you?”

They “always send the best person to go and right now that’s me.” You “would think you would be happy that they trust me to make these decisions?” he asked his wife.

“I will make it up to you when I get back,” as he kissed his wife goodbye. “Don’t be mad at me?” he said as he headed for the door.

“Fine, I hope you have a good time at your Halloween party while I’m sitting home alone for another party we will miss together.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” I forgot Leslie’s party was this weekend honey, “I’m so sorry he said. We will do something when I get back. I promise”, he said as he walked out the door.

She waited until he pulled out the driveway, then she headed for their room to get her things ready. “Once and for all”, she was going “to confirm if he was really there for a conference or if he was meeting someone. Or maybe he was going to the conference but was meeting someone there. One way or another “I have to put this to rest.”

Carlie called Leslie as she was pulling out of her driveway around ten o’clock Friday night. Just wanted to tell you I “was leaving.” Should only take me about two hours to get there. “Once” I check in I’ll text you Carlie said.

Carley, “I still think this is a”very bad idea.” Please “be careful,” Leslie said.

“It will be ok.” Just if anyone asks why we are not at your party tell them Thom had to go away on business and I’m feeling sick. Everything will be fine Carlie said. “This is just something I have to do. I hope you understand” Carlie said to Leslie.

“What” are you going to do if Thom calls you at night Leslie said? Oh, he called me three hours ago, saying he was tired. Had a few things to look over for tomorrow, and then he was going to bed early. So I “should be” fine. I have actually “already checked in” on my phone. So all I’ll need to do is grab the key and go straight to my room. I will call you tomorrow Carlie said.

Just as Carlie expected it was midnight when she pulled into the hotel. She had already stopped at the store and got her drinks and something to eat for tomorrow, so she didn’t have to leave her room until time for the party.

Carlie asked the girl at the desk what time the costume party was for tomorrow night and the girl told her the party started at eight o’clock. Quickly getting her room key, confirmed what time the party started and headed to her room before anyone saw her.

She made sure she wore jeans, long sleeve shirt with a baseball cap, and she pulled her hair up in the baseball cap just in case she ran into anyone. “Luckily” the only person she saw was the girl that gave her the room key.

Once in her room, she hung up her dress to keep it wrinkle-free and sent a quick text to Leslie letting her know she made it ok undetected.

Carlie: Hey I have checked in and in my room till tomorrow night. I didn’t see anyone, but the girl that gave me my key.

Leslie: How are you going to eat if you can’t leave the room {smiley frown emoji}

Carlie: I stopped at a store next to the hotel and got food and drinks for the day. “It will all be good.” I will call you in the morning.

Leslie: sleep tight. Just want to remind you “I still think this is a bad idea.”

Carlie: “Duly noted”, just remember Thom is “away on business, and I am sick” if anyone asks.

Leslie: “Got it”, just “be careful.”

She laid down to find something on TV and the next thing she knew her cell phone was ringing. When she “realized it was morning,” she knew it was Thom calling when she heard the Star Wars music ringtone she set for him. “Such a geek,” she thought as she answered the phone.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, Thom said, I “didn’t mean to wake you, sweetheart.” I just wanted to “say good morning and I love you” before I head to the conference.

“I love you too”, she said. “I hope” you have a “good trip,” she said yawning.

“Go back to sleep sweetheart,” Thom told her and I will be home “before you know it.” “I will call you” later after the conference is over for the day and then he hung up.

“Jerk,” Carlie said as she rolled over and went back to sleep as there was nothing else for her to do until later that night. Not like she could “leave” the room or anything till tonight.

She woke back up about nine thirty to her phone ringing “again.” “What is it with people this morning.” She grabbed her phone to see that it was Leslie calling her. Good morning Carlie said in her “sleepy voice.”

“Are you just waking up?” Leslie asked.

“Technically no, I was up at seven this morning when Thom called to tell me good morning and that he loved me.”

Carlie, “I think you should come home. It’s not too late to change your mind, I have a bad feeling about this. What if Thom comes home early and you aren’t home.” Then what are you going to tell him?” Leslie asked Carlie.

I will just tell him ” I went for a drive and lost track of time.” Then I would head home if that happens, but it won’t. If not, I am doing this Carlie said. “I just have to know.”

I’ll text you again “before I go down.” “I’ll send you” pictures of what I look like so you can tell me if he will recognize me.

Come on, Thom is your husband, “don’t you think he would recognize you” Carlie said to her best friend.

“No,” because he won’t think I am going to be here and besides once I’m all done up with the mask on, he won’t be able to even tell it’s me. “Trust me,” she said. “Whatever,” I have to start getting things ready for tonight.

Later Leslie said and hung up.

What is it with everyone “hanging up on me” today, it”s “getting pretty old quick” she said to herself.

About five o’clock her phone rang with Thom calling. She answered the phone just as happy as she could be under the circumstances, and asked him how his day went.

Not “too bad,” he said, I got a few possible new contracts, but “won’t find out tomorrow for sure if they are a go”. So I guess “all in all” it was a good day Thom said. “How was your day sweetheart,” he asked?

It was “ok,” she said, my stomach is feeling a little off today, so I might just “stay home” tonight and “not go” to Leslie’s party. It will be a shame to miss it she said.

“Oh, honey, I am so sorry you aren’t feeling good and don’t want to “go. I feel so bad now not being home to take care of you.”

It’s “ok,” I’m sure it’s probably just a twenty-four-hour bug or “something.” “I’m sure I will be all better tomorrow” when you “get home.” Have a “good time at your Halloween party” she said to her husband said. I think I’m going to go and “lay down,” I will “talk to you tomorrow,” she said and then “hung up.”

Six thirty rolled around and Carlie got in the shower to start to “get ready” for her hopefully not entrapment. “God, I don’t know what I will do if he hits on me, comes back to my room and sleeps with me.” I will be “devastated,” but I just can’t say anything until he gets home tomorrow night. That is all there is I “can do” Carlie said to herself feeling like she could cry again.

“No going back now”, Carlie said to herself.

She got out of the shower, dried off, put her hair up in a decorative bun, and put on her makeup. She put on her lotion that Thom “always loved”, then put on her red guarder and stocking on, and then stepped into her dress. She walked in front of the mirror. Looked at her self and thought damn she looked good. “There is no way Thom will ever know it’s her.”

She took a couple of pictures and then put the mask on and took a few more, so she could send them to Leslie. Damn, I should have done this Friday before I left just to make sure this will work. What if it backfires she thought. Well, it’s a “little too late now” she said to herself.

Carlie: What do you think and then she sent pictures sent with and without the mask on.

Leslie: “OMG”….you look freaking “awesome” in that dress Thom “would have” loved it if you had worn it that night.

Carlie: Do you “think” Thom will be able to tell it’s me with the mask on

Leslie: “No”, I don’t think he will. The mask covers more of your face more then I thought it would. That dress though, every man will be after you tonight. {smiley face emjie}

Carlie: Well, I am only “after” one Darth Vader tonight. I will text you later tonight or in the morning. “Let’s hope” that I’m not calling you crying.

Leslie: I “don’t think he will fall” for your entrapment. So, “I think” you will be coming home a “happy woman.”

Carlie: Let’s “hope” so and “be careful.”

About eight thirty, she headed down to the party. Every guy I walk pasts stops and stares at her. I can’t “believe” I am doing this. What if he “comes” back to my room and then I am going to have to fuck him. I will be “heartbroken” Carlie thought to herself.

As she walks in the crowded room she starts looking and only finds one Darth Vader costume. She walks around the room acting like she isn’t looking for someone. Carlie tries her best to avoid having to talk to anyone. “Still shocked” she is doing this. “Please don’t let me go home heartbroken,” she says to herself.

She finds Darth Vader over at the bar. She walks over and asks for a glass of wine trying not to bring any more attention to herself. She sees he is watching every move she makes. She grabs her wine and moves over to one of the high top tables and just looks around, but she is still able to see Darth Vader.

“Before she knows it,” he is on the move heading “directly for her.”

Well “hello gorgeous, are you here with anyone he asks”.

“No, I am all by myself.” How about you she asked?

Would you care to “join me?” he asked. I “hate” going to these things “alone,”e Darth Vader said.

Yea, “me too,” Carlie said. I just usually show up for about an hour and leave she said.

She noticed the “black X” she had marked on his mask, so she “knew” it was his mask. I mean really what are the chances someone else shows up as Darth Vader with that same mark?

Do you have a room here in the hotel he asked? Carlie “thought she was going to die” right there. Yes, I have a room how, about you.

Yea I have one, but I am sharing it with a co-worker. Do you want to “go back” to your room he asked?

“Ok”, let me grab another drink then we can head up there she said. “Don’t cry Carlie, don’t cry.”

Carlie walked back over to the bar and Darth Vader followed.

He was not going to lose sight of her. Afraid someone else will grab her up. Do you “want” to do a shot before we “go up to my room?”

Ok is all he said.

“Two shots’ of Jack Daniels Black Carlie said to the bartender.

My “favorite” Darth said.

Carlie just lets out a gasp of air. She just can’t believe this is happening. That is Thom” drink.

They left the bar and went to her room. Darth took the keycard from her and said here “let me” get that for you. He opened the door and held it open so she could walk in. “Wow,” this room is way nicer than ours is he said. We just have two beds and a little table in our room he said.

Well, it was a “last minute” booking and the only room they had. I had “no choice” if I wanted to stay here in this hotel she said to him.

So what is your name he asked?

Cinderella she said.

He just laughed and said no really “what’s your name,” he said.

“Tonight” it’s Cinderella and “you are” Darth Vader she said. She said “no names. I am only in town for the weekend.”

Ok if that is “what you want.”

“It is,” she said.

“Kinky” Darth said as he took a step towards her.

Every step he took towards her, she took one step back. That was until she felt the bed and could go no further.

“Nervous?”, he asked.

Just “a little”, I have never “done this before”, she said. It just hasn’t been “my thing”.

Why tonight? he asked.

“Lonely” I guess she said. She fell back on the bed with nowhere else to go.

“If” you want to talk a few minutes we can do that and “just talk.” I don’t want” you, nervous sweetheart,” he said.

“Oh, god”, that is what Thom always calls me. “Sweetheart,” god what “am I going to do,” she thought. “No,” I will be ok she said as she stood up.

“I can do this,” she thought as she took a few steps away from the bed, stepped out of her shoes, and unzipped her dress allowing it to fall and puddle on the floor. Standing “practically necked” in front of him in nothing but her matching lace bra and panties.

She so wanted to “call him” out on it and make him take his mask off she could “beat the crap out” of him, but she didn’t. She “hoped” he wouldn’t go through with it in the end, but if he did she has no choice to go through it too.

He walked over to her, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her close. “You are so beautiful,” he said. “I can’t believe someone hasn’t snatched you up.”

“No,” I just haven’t found the right man, so I guess I am “all yours” tonight she said.

He walked her back till she felt the bed, then he pushed her back falling on the bed so she was laying down and started to remove his mask.

“No, No, you can’t remove your mask, you have to leave it on,” she said.

Then “how am I suppose to taste that pussy of yours?” He ran his fingers along her lips and said you are “so wet.” I am going to “slide into you so easy when I fuck you.”

She just laughed and said you can lift it up enough for you to do the dead and when you lift your head back up you, you have to put the mask back down. “No real identities tonight,” she said.

“Oh, what a kinky woman you are,” he said.

“No, no,” just how am I suppose to have Darth Vader “fuck me” if you don’t “have the mask on.”

“Ok, Ok, I get it,” he said, a “Star Wars junkie” I see.

“No,” Just Darth Vader has “always turned me on,” she said.

He dropped to his knees and lifted the mask to the top of his head as he took one slow lick up her sex. He slowly began licking up and down her folds, as he takes his fingers and spreads her lips open to lick all of her pussy. Over and over he licks and sucks her pussy.

She could see the top of his hair was black just like Thom’s was. He was the same height and build as Thom also she thought.

“Oh, god,” she moaned.

“Are you relaxed now?” Cinderella he asked.

“God yes, don’t stop”, she moaned.

He just laughed and continued licking her pussy. He slides one finger in and slowly started finger fucking her. You are “so tight sweetheart,” he said. I “can’t wait to put my dick in you, it’s going to feel so good.”

“Oh, god”, he called me “sweetheart” again. She “thought” she was going to start crying right there, but she couldn’t. She had to see this all the way through.

A little sure of your self-aren’t you, she said. I am “very confident”, he said. You will be “screaming my name” when I’m “done with you,” he said.

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I was allowed to sleep in late the next morning. Probably so there was time to get the medical room set up for the day’s events. When Annie came in to get me up it was past noon. I was allowed a couple sips of water but that was all. My nipples and crotch were sore and that was to be expected. I couldn’t see my sissy clit pulled back snugly and permanently between my legs. Annie helped me into the shower and stripped and climbed in with me. After washing each other’s body. I was allowed to kneel and lick her beautiful pussy as the warm water cascaded over us. While hugging before stepping out she whispered to me how much prettier I looked now and how she could hardly wait to play with my new breasts soon.

She dressed me in a lace black and red night gown that barely reached my thighs, a pair of feathery open toe mules and nothing else. I was led to the exam room where the doctors were waiting for me. Dr. Atkins had me standing while he examined my chest again, using a marking pen to outline where his work would be done. He explained the procedure thoroughly to me and said that Dr. Dane would be handling the anesthesia and assisting him. Miss Maddy had told me that Dr. Atkins was known to be one of the best “breast Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort men” in the city and that I was in very good hands.

The Dr. also explained he would be placing the implants from the side through my armpit so no scars wouldn’t show after healing. He said what the healing time should be and what I should expect. I was informed that I would spend at least 2 days in bed and bandaged and he would leave some pain medication with my owners. When he was done he went to wash up as I was placed on the exam table and secured as Dr. Dane started an IV drip in my arm. I counted backwards from 100 and didn’t get too far before waking up in my bed with a throbbing pain in my chest, neck, face and and crotch.

As I awoke Annie and Maddy were sitting beside my bed. Annie told me not to talk, removed the seemingly ever present headphones, and fed some ice chips. Miss Maddy asked if I was in pain and I nodded yes. She released a bit of liquid from a separate tube into my IV feed and the pain started to subside. I saw what looked like two mountains on my chest and could not see past them.

“We will show you a video of the operation when you are more awake Brenda, but I want you to know it was a huge success. After finishing with your new breasts, Dr. Atkins did a bit of a tracheal and vocal chord shave. Your voice should be a bit higher in tone when you can speak again but please try not to until tomorrow at least. Annie and I can’t wait to hear it either.” Maddy informed me.

“We also decided to fix your nose a little, not too much but he did thin it out a bit. Finally he tucked your sissy eggs up into their sockets and stretched your scrotum up and over your sissy clit and made it look like outer labia lips like we discussed previously. I’m sure that as your brain capacity has faded a bit since this whole adventure started and you may not remember that discussion. But, for a few days you are not to try to rub your clitty, and after you are up and about again you could wear your panty girdles with a nice thick soft maxi pad inside for comfort.”

Thanks to the painkillers I was drifting back to sleep and felt them each kiss me on the cheek as they left. Late the next afternoon I finally saw the video. It wasn’t that exciting I thought. Glad I slept through it.

The following morning I awoke to Dr. Atkins voice. “Well sissy its time to take your bandages off and get a shaping bra on you, he told me. After first removing the IV set-up, he unwrapped my chest and I saw 2 pretty and perfect D-cup breasts stretching up from my chest. “Be gentle, but you can touch them if you like.” I reached up and felt my breasts for the first time. The first touch was electric and felt like it touched a chord all the way to my sissy clitty.

I let out a soft shriek and everyone laughed at my new higher pitched voice. I couldn’t believe it myself.

“Oh My” I cried out, “is that really my voice? I sounded like a little girl. “I love it!” said Maddy it’s a perfect bimbo voice for Brenda. Dr. Atkins has done some wonderful things for you because he is a friend of mine. But I think as a bonus for him he will have full use of your mouth and pussy whenever he wants for at least the next 2 years. That’s fair don’t you think?”

And in my new sissy bimbo voice I squeaked, “Oh yes Mistress, I love his pretty cock.”

Miss Annie then fitted an industrial looking support bra on me and got me out of bed. She said I needed to get my legs moving again and get some food in my belly. The others quietly left and Annie assisted me in eating and I went to rest a bit. After all we did have a big party coming up and I need to get my strength back. Annie said she and Maddy could hardly wait to get their mouths on my new breasts.

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Holiday Diary

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Day 1.

After a long wait for our bags at the airport we finally found a taxi that would take us to our hotel. An hour and a half later we arrived at the most magnificent building and gardens that was stuck in the absolute middle of nowhere.

As patience isn’t one of his virtues Rob wasn’t happy even though it had been him who had booked this ‘bargain holiday’ over the Internet.

At the reception desk we had more problems. It quickly became evident that German tourists mainly used the hotel as the staff hardly spoke any English. Being typical Brit’s we obviously didn’t speak German or Spanish or anything other than English. As there was a problem with our reservation this meant that we were having terrible problems trying to register. Then, out of the blue, a ‘white knight’ appeared.

Well, not a real ‘white knight’ but a group of 5 teenage German boys wearing shorts and basketball vests as if they had just returned from the beach.

“Hello. Can I help?” the tallest asked in a faultless English with only the merest hint of a German accent.

“We can’t get booked in mate.” Rob muttered.

“Can I see?” he asked as he took our Internet receipt from my husband. The boy read it carefully then spoke politely to the young girl behind the counter. They each pointed at various parts of the document until the girl grinned and went into her office.

The boy handed Rob the receipt back. “She confused you with someone who was not due to arrive until Saturday. I’m sorry. She is getting your keys now.”

“Uh, thanks mate.” Rob replied embarrassed.

“Hi, my name is Didi. I am also staying here, with my friends.” He then turned to his friends who all waved and smiled.

“Hello and thank you very much,” I offered him my hand, “I’m Andrea and this is Rob…my husband. We are from England.”

“I guessed!” Didi laughed, “I am sorry. That was not fair.”

The receptionist returned with our room keys and some more documents. After a couple of stress free minutes we were unlocking the door to our room.

“At last!” Rob huffed as he dropped the cases onto the floor.

“God! It’s fantastic!” I gushed as I whizzed around the room opening doors and cupboards. When I opened the shutters in the bedroom I was greeted with two of the German boys standing on the balcony of the apartment opposite. We waved to each other as I surveyed the pool and bar area. Suddenly I felt as if I was finally on holiday.

Back in the living room Rob had found the porn channel on the TV.

“I might have guessed!” I scowled as he stared at two huge breasted girls wrestling on a bed.

“Guess who are opposite us?” I asked as I put the kettle on.

Rob turned and shrugged his shoulders.

“The German boys. The one with long hair waved.” I told him.

“Gay boys all of them.” Rob chuckled as the blonde girl produced a huge dildo from under a pillow.

“I’m sorry?” I quizzed him, “Gay boys? What makes you say that?”

Without taking his eyes from the screen he went on, “Well, look at them; they’re too good looking to be straight. Five lads like that…together…. On holiday…definitely!”

I shook my head knowing that it would be pointless to argue.

Later that night we passed the boys as we went into the restaurant.

“Hi. Andrea?” Didi greeted me, unsure how to pronounce my name. “How is your room?”

“Fine,” I replied noticing his twinkling blue eyes.

“Yeah, fine thanks,” Rob mumbled.

“Are you eating in the hotel?” Didi continued as one of his friends tapped his watch, “not going into town?”

“We are a bit tired after all of the travelling, so we thought that we would have a quiet night.” I smiled as Rob rudely made for the bar. “How far is it to the town? Can we walk?”

Didi laughed again and shook his head, “Not really, it is 3km, we have a car and I think that you will need one to.”

With that his friend with long dreadlocks tugged his arm and they left.

Rob handed me a drink and asked, “Is it cold out there?”

“No,” I shook my head not knowing what he meant. Then his eyes went down to my nipples, which were now clearly poking through the thin material of my dress.

My husband grinned as I blushed and turned away.

“You’re going to be disappointed…. I stand more chance with him than you do!” he laughed out loud, “I’m telling you – gay as a Bishop!”

During our meal we planned sunbathing around the pool the following day, then we’d get a taxi into town on the night then hire a car the following day to discover the island and most importantly – the beaches.

Day 2

Rob and I had been lying by the pool for over an hour when I heard a familiar voice say, “Hi. Do you like it by the pool?”

I looked up to see the German boys walking past, obviously on their way to the beach. Didi was standing next to my lounger, only dressed in baggy surf shorts, trainers and dark shades.

“Yes its fine, thanks.” I replied. Rob looked up from his English newspaper and smiled.

“We prefer the beach. It Gaziantep Sınırsız Escort is less crowded.” He told me as he bent down onto his haunches.

“Me too, but as it’s our first day we thought we would stay in the hotel.” I was enjoying talking to this handsome young man. I could tell why Rob would think that they were gay; all 5 were very good looking, tall, cool and their bodies were very tanned and toned.

“You should join us one day,” Didi suggested, making two of his friends laugh, which puzzled me.

“That would be good,” I told him knowing that my husband would never agree.

With that they left us.

The rest of the day was uneventful until late afternoon when I decided to go upstairs for a shower and get ready for our night out. When Rob finally joined me his stomach, legs, ankles, chest and face were as red as a beetroot! He had fallen asleep. We had a blazing row as he thought that I should have been checking on him! Men!

By the time that I stepped out of the shower my husband was burning up. After a discussion he still agreed to go into town for a meal and a few drinks. That was a mistake! We were only halfway through our meal when he was in so much pain I decided that we would have to get a taxi back to the hotel.

As we were trying to flag down a cab the German boys appeared and asked what was wrong. I explained and Ralf volunteered to drive us back in their rented Jeep.

“No, no!” Rob insisted sarcastically, “You stay here with the lads. You enjoy yourself.”

Within two minutes Ralf returned with a big open-topped Jeep and my husband was zooming away from me.

As my husband had decided that the guys were gay, he probably felt that he had nothing to worry about, apart from me getting drunk!

With the Jeep in the distance the remaining lads took me into a Disco-bar. We had a great time, drinking and dancing and drinking some more. As we drank they asked me about England and my job and Rob, while I asked them about Germany and themselves. It became obvious quite quickly that they weren’t gay as three of them had girlfriends back at home! They had come on holiday together as they were all going to different universities all over Germany later in the year and this would probably be their last chance to be together.

By about 11 o’clock I was very tipsy and dancing quite outrageously with 2 or 3 boys at a time.

“I must get back to see my husband, he’s not well.” I slurred as I took a huge gulp of yet another exotic cocktail that they had bought me.

At the Jeep I realised that it was only designed for 5 people and there was now 6 of us. Ralf got into the drivers seat and Stefan, a gorgeous boy with long blonde dreadlocks jumped into the passenger seat.

“You may have to sit on one of our laps,” Didi apologised.

I didn’t care at all; in fact I was looking forward to a ‘bumpy’ drive home.

As I drunkenly climbed up the steps and clambered onto the back seat I heard Hans say something in German which made his friends laugh.

“Shit!” I realised that he had been looking up my short summer dress and had seen my lace thong. Grinning I playfully slapped his muscled arm, and wagged a finger at him.

He innocently shrugged his shoulders and pretended that he didn’t know what I meant.

The boys sat in the seats and I positioned myself on a knee of both Didi and Mark. Didi put his strong arm around my waist and with a roar and a sandstorm Ralf raced out of the car park.

I had been correct about the bumpy road. It was like a rollercoaster as the car hit every pot-hole on the island. I was thrown about like a rag-doll in the back giving the lads plenty of opportunities to ‘accidentally’ grab my freely bouncing breasts or slide a hand up my short dress touching my thighs ‘in an attempt to steady me’! Eventually, when they realised that I wasn’t complaining, Didi slid his hands inside my dress and casually groped my tits through my bra. The others stroked my legs and one even playfully touched my tingling pussy.

All too soon we were back at the hotel. Still giggling we climbed out of the Jeep and I straightened my clothes, so as not to make my husband too suspicious.

In the reception area they begged me to have one more drink with them, but I declined explaining that I had to see to my ‘sick husband’.

At my age, leaving five young men ‘horny and disappointed’ made me very happy indeed.

Rob looked a sorry sight lying spread-eagled on his bed. His body looked even more inflamed in the half-light.

“Silly sod!” I thought as he moaned and groaned; feeling sorry for himself.

I covered him in ‘after-sun’ then undressed for bed in the bathroom. I chuckled to myself as my thong was so wet it actually stuck to me. After the ride in the back of the Jeep, I was so turned on I had to play with myself as I sat on the toilet. It felt sooooooo sexy fiddling with my sticky clit thinking about those boys playing with my tits and legs, knowing that my husband was lying asleep in the next room.

Day 3

Rob was so ill he couldn’t face any breakfast, so, very ‘hungover,’ I made my way down alone. Three of the German boys were already there and beckoned me over. Remembering my behaviour 9 hours previously I found it difficult to make eye-contact with them as I sipped my OJ and coffee. Thankfully they were gentlemen and only ‘alluded’ to having ‘enjoyed my company’ the previous evening.

When I told them how sore and ill Rob was and I would be sunbathing alone today, Didi volunteered to stay behind and keep me company. I tried to tell him ‘no’ but he insisted.

An hour later after telling Rob of my plans, I was lying topless next to a handsome 18 year old German boy on adjoining loungers. Thankfully Rob thought that this was just another ‘thing’ that gay boys would do.

Didi was good company and we talked in more detail about our differing lives as the morning flew by. He talked very passionately about the beach and the surf, insisting that Rob and I should join them there when he felt better.

Every half hour I would put my bikini top back on and we would swim together in the refreshing pool. I couldn’t take my eyes off his slim tanned torso as he dried himself. As Didi sat on the edge of his sun-lounger and bent away from me my stomach fluttered as my hands began rubbing thick cream into his skin. His body felt so hard compared to my husband. With my eyes covered by dark sunglasses I could see a fat woman a few yards away from us staring at me and smiling – I guess that she was jealous. After a couple of minutes of this ‘pleasure’ Didi turned away and adjusted the front of his once loose shorts. When he had composed himself he asked if I ‘would like the same’. I nodded and lay on my stomach.

‘God Almighty!’ this felt good. His hands were soft and gentle as he caressed the cool lotion into my baking flesh, making my purr like a kitten.

We continued like this until lunchtime, when I went back to see how my husband was. As I opened the door I was hit by an icy blast. Rob was lying half asleep on the sofa with the air-conditioning turned on full.

In fairness to him, he looked terrible and probably was in a lot of pain, but it was his own fault! I put on a sweatshirt and made some salad which I ate alone on the balcony.

Rob wasn’t in the mood for small talk but seemed happy that Didi was keeping me company by the pool, which meant that ‘my’ holiday wasn’t being completely ruined.

Didi was waiting for me with some cold beers when I returned. The next couple of hours flew by as we swam, drank beer (and water) then rubbed more suntan lotion into each others hot bodies. I swear that there was a bulge in the front of his trunks at least three times that he carefully adjusted, thinking that I hadn’t noticed – but I had!

After a while I began to feel very, very naughty, I looked up to see that the blinds in my apartment were still closed.

“Do you like that?” he asked in his sexy American/German accent, as he massaged my shoulder blades with lotion one more time.

“Oh yessssss.” I cooed as his finger tips slid down my sides until they touched my tits, “yessss.” I continued as he slowly moved to the small of my back easing his fingers inside the elastic of my bikini pants.

“Should I do your legs?” he whispered.

“Mmmmmm, yes please.” I continued purring as he delicately squeezed the muscles and sinews of my 34 year old legs.

I eventually had to ask him to stop as I now wanted some lotion on my front. I took the bottle from him and sensuously squirted a huge dollop of cold white suntan lotion onto my chest as I sat less than three feet away from this young hunk of love. I tried as best I could to make it look natural as I rubbed the runny liquid into my heaving breasts and across my stomach. My tits felt heavier and firmer than I could remember as I squeezed and rotated them for my young friends’ pleasure.

Didi was pretending that this was the most normal thing in the world as he tried to make polite conversation. I stared into his pale blue eyes as I eased the elastic of my bikini bottoms away from my skin with one hand as the other rubbed the cream further down. Didi was virtually speaking in a whisper as he tried to peak inside my pants.

“What were you saying?” I nonchalantly asked as he was now nearly incoherent.

“Oh, uh …nothing important.” He mumbled as I spread my legs, exposing my prominent ‘camel toe’ (as Rob calls it) to him as I squirted more cream onto the inside of both thighs.

I bent forward making my breasts jiggle and whispered, “Would you like to rub that in for me?”

All he could do was smile as his trembling hands nervously touched my skin. It took him a few seconds to gain his confidence, but when he did I was in Heaven. His hands and fingers swirled in long then small circles pressing the skin as if it was made of eggshells.

I scanned the area to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully only the fat woman was, and she appeared to be enjoying the show as much as I was.

A couple of times he ‘accidentally’ touched my genital area making me jump as it was so sensitive.

“Naughty, naughty!” I chided him as I tapped him on the head.

He looked up like a scolded puppy.

Nervously I looked at my watch, 4.15, and said, “I’d like a coffee.”

“Oh…okay,” he muttered with a look of devastation on his face, “I’ll get them.”

“No, not from there,” I looked towards the bar, “let’s go to your room.”

The look on his face suddenly changed into a huge grin.

He began throwing his things into a bag until I told him to slow down, as I didn’t want to make it ‘look too obvious’.

I knew by slowly getting dressed and packing my bag would only tease him a little bit more.

Once inside the hotel he nearly ran up the stairs two at a time. Then as we entered the untidiest room that I’d ever been in, he suddenly lost his confidence.

“Your husband? What if ….?” he stammered.

I put my finger to his lips and told him not to worry about Rob. I then unhooked my bikini top and dropped it to the floor.

“You’ve wanted to do this all day haven’t you?” I asked as I gently pulled his face towards my shiny tits. “Suck them!”

He did as he was told and hungrily licked and sucked my swollen nipples making them ache like never before. His hands were suddenly all over my body groping my arse through my sarong and pants then roughly grabbing my tits. I hadn’t felt this ‘wanted’ for a lot of years.

I unfastened the sarong leaving me standing in just my tiny bikini bottoms as he continued licking and sucking my 34c tits.

“That’s enough of that!” I told him as I grabbed his hard dick through his shorts. “Which room is yours?”

He motioned to an open door, “Okay, let’s go!” I laughed as I led him into the room by his cock. The bedroom was worse than the lounge with clothes scattered everywhere. I even noticed a dirty magazine and some tissues next to one of the beds.

I pushed him onto the bed and tugged his shorts down.

There was no tan line as his cock sprang into view.

“I did not know how to tell you….the beach that we go to…it is a….nudist beach!”

“Jesus!” I gasped.

“We are quite open about nudity in Germany and our families have come here since we were all little boys. Are you shocked?” He told me as I began licking the shaft.

“Not at all,” I grinned as I kissed the purple tip, “it sounds like fun.”

I stared at his young tanned cock. It was such an odd shape – about 6 inches long, quite narrow at the base eventually spreading out to a big fat bell-end that looked like a plum. He had a small forest of brown pubic hair but none at all on his balls.

“Ooh! Andrea!” he gasped as I covered his fat knob with my lips. My mind was racing; thinking about these five strapping young lads naked on a beach – my pussy was tingling again. I couldn’t wait to feel his fat cock inside my cunt.

My tongue was running along the purple knob as I began stroking his pubes and shaft with my thin fingers making him really moan now.

As soon as I gripped his swollen balls he began grunting and before I could take it out, his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of hot lumpy cum filled my mouth. Sadly I don’t like the taste so tried to keep as much in my mouth without swollowing any as I pulled his cock out. He erupted again splashing my face with yet more youthful spunk as I tried to stand up. I waved my hand and shook my head, trying to tell him that I’d had enough.

“Oh, oh I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…I didn’t know…I’m sorry.” He stammered as I looked for somewhere to spit his cum into.

As I ran into the living area I was greeted by his friends watching the porn channel. They all smiled and waved.

Shocked, I ran across the room with Didi’s excess cum running down my face as I struggled to keep the rest in my mouth.

I leant across the sink and spat the foul tasting liquid into the bowl. I then wiped my face with a t-shirt and turned to face the grinning boys.

They were no longer watching the girl masturbating on the TV but staring at me dressed only in a tiny pair of bikini bottoms. Didi was nonchalantly standing naked in the bedroom doorway with his semi-swollen cock still pointing at me.

“I think that this is yours….Andrea.” Ralf said as he held my bikini top aloft. I smiled sarcastically as he waved it above his head.

With one arm covering my breasts I held the other out. Just as I touched the strap he threw it to Stefan. I quickly turned and tried to grab it – too late, he threw it across the room. In seconds I’d forgot that I was topless and chased my flying bra around the boys’ room amid much laughter from all of us.

Didi finally handed it back and as I fastened it he asked, “Will you consider joining us at the beach tomorrow?”

The horny state that I was in effected my brain, “I’d love to!”

As I walked back to my apartment my nipples were poking through my bikini top. My pussy was absolutely aching as I could still taste Didi’s spunk in my mouth. The more I ‘tasted it’ the hornier I became. I was praying that Rob had made some form of recovery and would let me fuck him.

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This is a continuation of my previous story “My Love Of Lingerie”.

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I met a girl called Emma through a mutual friend. I was almost nineteen years old and she was a year younger than me. I worked two jobs for three years to save up to buy my first car. She was seeing his older brother but he used to mess her around a lot. I used to take her out for a drink every now and then – as I had my own car. Emma was quite busty and looked fabulous when dressed up for a night out. Her boyfriend was away in the USA studying. She was a bit insecure at the time. Before the internet arrived keeping in touch long distance was quite hard. I was seeing Emma’s best friend. Her name was Anna F. Anna was a tall thin blonde and had really long legs, just like a supermodel. She was very flat chested, but her legs were amazing. Her older sister had given her some black lace holdups for her birthday. She was lovely. She was also a great kisser.

She was bubbly and outgoing and fun to be around. Her bra size was AAA but her body was really good.

She wore simple underwear, often choosing a black or silver style from M+S which was popular at the time.

She often wore a chequered maxi dress, front button and very short. The first night we got together we travelled with friends up the Motorway. There wasn’t much to do in our area, but the Services were open 24hrs.

In the back of the car, Anna snuggled up next to me. She teased me with the lace of her black hold ups whilst I caressed her bra cups with my hands over her dress. My friends were unaware as she reached over and groped me for ages under the orange lights of the motorway. Her forwardness and bravado turned me on.

Later that night I took her home. She wasted no time and quickly helped me out by unbuttoning her dress all the way down, so it sat loosely on her shoulders. Her underwear was silvery grey. And she looked fabulous in the flickering Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort light of the television. Blonde hair, blue eyes, half undressed and wearing black lacy hold ups.

She was passionate and forceful. She lifted my T-Shirt off, and as we kissed she quickly unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them and pushed them down. As our tongues met and I undid her Bra, she vigorously wanked my cock. I was excited about how confident she was and I soon came in her hand. Her hold ups felt amazing as I returned the favour using my fingers. After that, she moved to the far end of the sofa, kneeled down, pulled my boxer shorts down and slowly started to suck my cock. I’ve never forgotten the sight of her taking me in her mouth wearing that underwear. That was only the second time for me although we soon stopped as I feared my parents would disturb us at any moment.

One day Anna told me that she’d had to stand guard at the Photo-Me booth in the main Post Office. Emma was sending some sexy snaps over to her boyfriend in the USA. She was worried he’d forget about her. They were slightly teasing, nothing explicit.

I used to drive both of them around as they both lived in a rural village, away from pubs or clubs.

Anna had a holiday job so I used to hang about with Emma during the daytime. She used to talk about her boyfriend a lot. One day she asked me if I would take some pictures of her. She wanted to pose for him in her underwear and show her boyfriend what he was missing. I’ll admit that I was quite shocked at the time but also quite excited. I played it very grown up and cool as if it was no big deal. But secretly I was hoping I’d see her in her underwear. Of the two of them, Emma did definitely dress a lot more sexily. Emma was also quite confident and we often made jokes about sex together.

One balmy Summer night, I took Emma to a country pub. She’d really had enough of her boyfriend by then. He’d stopped writing to her and they had argued on the phone the last time they spoke. She was annoyed, frustrated and tired of being messed around. She looked gorgeous with a short bob haircut, tight body top, with a black bra underneath (I think it was a Wonderbra) – she had a black pencil skirt and what I thought were black tights and high heels. But I did catch a glimpse of thigh as she sat on the bench next to me. As I drove her home through the country lanes, she suddenly asked me to stop the car. I pulled over onto a verge and she demanded to be kissed. It was pretty a pretty intense moment as we kissed. The car began rolling forward as I had forgotten to apply the handbrake. She grabbed my waist and pulled me towards her. She was half standing in the footwell of the car and was pulling my hips against hers really hard. I could feel the lace of her underwear through the thin fabric of her tiny skirt. My cock was rock hard and somehow a spark passed between us as our bodies touched together.

It was strange as I was dating her best friend. We agreed that this was a one-off and shouldn’t be repeated. But we did kiss again in a lovely way when I dropped her off outside her home.

The next day her Dad dropped her off at my house shortly before lunchtime. She was wearing a tight white blouse, short skirt and nude tights. We sat watching TV on the sofa, close together. It wasn’t long before she asked me for a shoulder massage. It was lovely and thrilling to be so close to her again. She was really pretty and always smelt amazing. She lay face down and I did my best at rubbing her shoulder blades. I could feel her bra straps through her blouse. Her skirt rode up and her legs looked golden. Her blouse was untucked and I lifted it slightly and kissed her lower back. This made her moan like crazy and she obviously enjoyed it. I pushed up her blouse and kissed all over her back. This memory is so clear to me. She asked me to close the front curtains as we had a big front window. One of my best memories as a teenager. She sat up and asked if it would be OK if she took her blouse off. By this point I was hardly going to disagree. She unbuttoned her blouse revealing a silky and shiny peach coloured Bra. She asked if I like it and said it was her Gossard Ultrabra. Again, she was beautiful and this was easily one of the most erotic moments for me. Her skirt was hiked up slightly. It was a sexy sight I’ve never forgotten. She looked so so sexy.

Returning to the sofa she straddled me and we enjoyed that lovely feeling of frottage together. I was turned on seeing her in her lingerie and she was turned on undressing to show it to me. Our kisses were those hot wet teenage kisses that you never sort of forget. She lay face down on the sofa towards the back edge. The sofa cushions had a small fabric ridge along each side. She positioned herself so that was slightly straddling the two cushions. I was kissing the back of her neck and each time I did that she sighed and moaned. I traced my fingertips along each shoulder strap of her bra. Then I traced around the clasp of her bra across her back, reach slightly around to gently cup each breast very gently and slowly. Something was definitely happening to her and she was more and more worked up at my gentle touch. Her skirt was fully hiked up and I admired her matching Gossard panties stretched beautifully across her pert bum. I *think* she came suddenly, gently humping the seam of my parents sofa, turned on as I kissed her all over her exposed back. She was a little breathless and had a big smile. Her hair was tousled in just the most perfect way.

As I’ve written before, I’ve always found lingerie really wonderful and exciting. So to see Emma looking *so* sexy was incredible for me. At this point, we heard a noise outside. It was Dad coming home unexpectedly for lunch. Emma quickly jumped up,pushed down her skirt and hurriedly began buttoning up her blouse.

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