Author's Note: This multipart story is about Lauren and Dean, who meet in college and marry after graduation. They move to a quaint N.C. town, where Dean opens a rare book store. They make friends and join an exclusive Swingers Club. Meanwhile, Lauren and her girlfriends get involved in lesbian bondage sex and ass fucking. She eventually gets Dean to take part. Soon, many of the Club members are holding private bondage sex parties. Dean begins making daytime bondage sex Housecalls at some of the wife's homes, while their husbands are at work. The Swingers Club adopts bondage sex games for its regular meetings. Finally, the adventurous women are kidnapped by a group of men and taken to a secluded woods for an all day session of fucking and sucking and more!

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

Hi, my name is Lauren. It was a Tuesday morning. I awoke 10 minutes before the alarm clock would ring. I don't know what made me wake up before the alarm. My husband, Dean, was still lightly snoring in bed next to our naked bodies. Maybe it was my excitement over the surprise I had for Dean that morning. I should have been totally out of it. The night before Dean had tied me up and nearly fucked my brains out. Then, he woke me up at 2:00 AM to make love to me. I slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I peed, brush my teeth and hopped in the shower. I had dried myself off, when I heard the alarm clock go off. I was blow drying my hair, when Dean came into the bathroom. He kissed me good morning. His breath still had the taste of my pussy juices from the night before. He sat down on the toilet to take a dump. "WHEW," I thought to myself. I would have a little extra time to get my surprise for him prepared, before he showered and shaved. I told Dean to take his time, and that I was fixing his favorite breakfast of pecan pancakes and sausage. I finished my hair and put it up in a ponytail. In our bedroom I put on a robe and slippers, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, I got the coffee going and poured 2 glasses of orange juice. There was a knock on our backdoor. It was Holly and Erin, my best girlfriends from our couples Swingers Club. This plan was not my idea, but rather Holly's, supported by Erin. Holly's husband, Pete, was a fireman for our local fire department. He worked 2 full days, and lived at the fire station, and had the 3rd day off. Erin's husband, Richard, ran an advertising, printing and graphics arts business in town, but he spent 2 days at the out of town home office in Charlotte, NC. Both girls were sex starved borderline nymphomaniacs. When their husbands returned home from their consecutive days at work, they were often too exhausted to fulfill their wanting wife's sexual needs. While Dean and I had been playing bondage sex games for about 2 months, including ass fucking (my ass), I had secretly been playing lesbian bondage sex games with Holly and Erin for about 4 months. The girls were dressed as we planned and had brought ropes and gags. I asked the girls if they had their remote controlled vibrators going in their pussies. They said that they did and handed me their remote controls. I told the girls to take off their wet panties, stuff them in their mouths, and gag themselves with the ballgags they brought, just as we planned. While the girls did that, I made the pecan pancake batter and got the stove's griddle going to start the sausages. Then, I set the kitchen table.

I pulled 2 chairs out, from the kitchen table, and slid them into a corner of the kitchen. I tied the girl's wrists behind their backs. After the girls were seated, I tied their knees and ankles together. Finally, as I cooked the sausages, I turned the girl's remote controls up a couple notches and watched them squirm and moan. Lastly, as a final touch, I tweaked and pinched their nipples, until they were hard and trying to poke through their shirts. I heard Dean coming downstairs in his hard soled moccasins. The sausages were done and I put them on the back of the griddle. I poured the pecan pancake batter on the griddle to make 6 pancakes.

This is Dean here. I think that I should continue this story from my perspective. I awoke at 7:30 AM to the buzzing of the alarm clock that fateful Tuesday morning. It was a morning that I would never forget. I walked into the bathroom, kissed Lauren good morning, and sat on the toilet. I don't know what it is, but whenever Lauren and I have a vigorous extended bondage sex session, I wake up the next morning having to shit, before I go down for breakfast. Maybe it is the Viagra? Lauren was putting the final touches on her long chestnut brown hair. She told me to take my time, and that she was fixing my favorite breakfast. With hindsight, I should have known something was amiss, because I only got my favorite breakfast maybe every 2-3 weekends. Anyway, I completed my 3 S's (shit, shave and shower). Back in our bedroom, I put on a robe and my moccasins, and headed downstairs for breakfast. At the bottom of the stairs, I called out to Lauren, "Honey, did you take in the morning paper?" She replied from the kitchen that she had not. I opened our front door, retrieved the paper from the front stoop, and headed for the kitchen. The headline story caught my eye and I began reading it. You know how it is, when you are familiar with your house, you can read and almost automatically walk through the house while you read. As I approached the kitchen, I could smell the sausage, pancakes and hot maple syrup.

I entered the kitchen, pulled out my chair and put the paper on the table. Then, I noticed that 2 chairs were missing from the kitchen table. I looked around and did a double-take. Over in the corner of the kitchen were Holly and Erin bound and gagged in the 2 chairs. I, of course, knew both women. During the course of our over 1 year membership in our Swingers Club, which met every other Monday night, I had made love with Holly and Lauren several times. The girls were wearing tennis shoes, the shortest cutoffs possible and white short sleeved shirts. Their ankles and knees were tied. The tails of their shirts were brought up and knotted under their breasts, showing a lot of midriff. They wore no bras and no buttons were fastened on their shirts. With their wrists bound behind their back, nearly half of their breasts were exposed and threatened to pop right out. Finally, both women were gagged with ballgags. I said, "What the Hell is going on here?" Lauren calmly told me to sit down and eat my breakfast, and she would explain everything. Lauren served up our breakfasts and sat down in her chair on my right. The bound girls were off to my left. I chugged my OJ, put butter and maple syrup on my pancakes and started with a bite of sausage. "Let's hear it," I said and began to wolf down my pancakes, but out of the corner of my eyes I kept sneaking a peek at those beautiful squirming bound girls.

Lauren swallowed her 1st bite of breakfast and said, "You remember a couple months back, when I researched the Internet and bought all those ropes and toys, and we began to play our bondage sex games?" With a mouthful of pancakes, I nodded my head, yes. Then, she continued, "A while later I bought all those enema supplies and I let you tie me up and fuck me up the asshole?" Indeed I did and nodded my head, yes. "Well," Lauren went on, "I have a confession to tell you, Honey!" I waited, and Lauren finally blurted it out, "For the past 4 months or so, Holly, Erin and I have been playing lesbian bondage sex games every week!!" There's more she said, "Holly, Erin and I experimented with ass fucking, using a strapon dildo, before I ever asked you to fuck me up that hole!!!" I was really surprised and could only blurt out, "Tell me more." Lauren proceeded to give me the short version of her lesbian bondage sex adventures, which you will read the details of later in this story. It was like watching a tennis match from center court. I couldn't keep my eyes on Lauren, what with trying to feed my face, without missing, and watching those super hot sexy women struggle in their bonds. Inside my robe, my cock was betraying me.

When she finished, Lauren told the girls to stand up. She walked over to them, unfastened their cutoffs. She pulled down their shorts and revealed 2 gorgeous naked wet pussies, with pussy juices glistening in the kitchen's lighting. "BOING," my cock sprang to full attention under my robe. Lauren let them stand there, and returned to her chair and resumed eating her breakfast. I couldn't keep my eyes off Holly's and Erin's pussies. Lauren continued, "You remember that Holly's husband, Pete, works and lives at the firehouse for 48 hours straight, before he gets 24 hours off?" "Often he is so tired that he barely gets around to fucking Holly, before he has to return for another 48 hour shift." Lauren continued, "You know that Erin's husband, Richard, is out of town 2 days a week, and often leaves early on Sunday night." "He, too, often returns late Tuesday night and is too tired to fuck Erin." Lauren reached under my robe and grabbed my stiff cock. She began stroking it and said, "Look at them!" "You have 2 hot and horny sex starved girls standing in front of you." "I've checked our Swingers Club's rules and nothing prevents it." "These girls want you to FUCK THEM right here this morning!!!!!"

I think we need to back up and start this story from the beginning and briefly cover the highlights, until we get to the point in the story where things start getting good. I grew up in Shaker Heights, Ohio, a suburb of Cleveland. For as far back as I can remember, my dad was always there for me. He taught me to ride a bike, and played football and baseball with me. He took me camping, fishing and hunting. Dad owned a rare books and antique print store. Almost from the time I could read, Dad taught me the book business. He took me to estate sales and other large scale book sales, like the AAUW, and taught me to pick out first edition books at bargain prices. I, also, loved to read and devoured books of all types, except poetry. My Mom never liked me at all. She referred to me as her "accidental child." You see, I had a sister 10 years older than me. When I entered Junior High school, my sister should have been graduating from college. However, she got into using and selling drugs. My sister was kicked out of some college in Kentucky and was serving 5-10 years in jail for drug sales. I never saw or heard from her again in my life. My Dad wrote her off and we simply did not speak of her around the house. Towards the end of 7th grade, my mom left us and ran off to California with some truck driver. It was just dad and me, and I had to learn to cook, clean, do the laundry and other household chores. Over the next 5 years, before I went off to college, I really became a pretty good cook and handyman/repairman around our house.

I went out for swimming and football my freshman year at high school. I gave up the swimming, after my first year, but played football all four years. I played on defense as either an outside linebacker or defensive back. For my 16th birthday my dad gave me a new car and a box of condoms. Towards the end of the football season, my junior year, I intercepted a pass and ran it back for the winning touchdown. That night at an after the game party, I lost my virginity to a senior cheerleader, who had recently broken up with her boyfriend. We dated and screwed a few more times, but when football season ended she moved on. Our sports teams have 8 cheerleaders and 15 pom-pom girls, who basically just shake their pom-poms and their booties. However, these 23 girls were among the hottest girls in school, and ALL of them put out. At the end of my junior year, many on the football team, plus cheerleaders, pom-pom girls and some other kids reserved a bunch of motel rooms next to Cedar Point Amusement Park. After the Friday night Junior-Senior Prom, everyone piled in cars and drove the short trip to Sandusky, Ohio. Girls stayed with girls, and guys with guys the 1st night. Then, we would spend all day Saturday on the rides at Cedar Point. When it got late and everyone had ridden themselves silly on the rides, we went back to our motel rooms. I had taken a really cute junior to Prom, who was not quite in the "in" group of girls at school. She hoped to become a pom-pom girl her senior year. She knew what was up and expected. In fact, she asked me several times if I had condoms. My buddy wound up in another room, and Pam and I had my motel room to ourselves. That night, I perfected my teen lovemaking skills, and Pam developed her blowjob skills on me.

Pam made the pom-pom girl's squad our senior year, but so did a pair of late blossoming hot pair of red headed twins, who I had known most of my life, and lived just down my street. I don't know exactly how it happened, but the twins sorta latched onto me. I guess that I was going steady with both of them simultaneously. During football season of my senior year, there would be sometime somewhere for the 3 of us to hookup for sex. Then, during the winter months the girls wanted to learn "deep throat. I was a willing subject. We would stop at my house after school about 3 times a week. My cock grew as my body grew senior year, and I had one of the biggest dicks in the football locker room. It took a couple months of practice, but the twins could take me all the way into their throats and swallowed every drop of my cum. WE jokingly referred to it as their after school snack.

I took both girls to Prom my senior year in a limo. Although they did dance with a few other guys, when one was not dancing with me. They made out shamelessly with me on the dance floor. Someone had successfully spiked the punch and the twins were getting a little giggly. They wanted to find somewhere to go down on me, but the chaperones were everywhere. I had reserved a room with one king sized bed for the 3 of us at a Sandusky motel. After the limo took is home and we had changed out of our formal wear, I picked the girls up and they promptly fell asleep in my car during the short ride over to Cedar Point. I had to help them into the room and undress them. I swear that during that school year those girl's tits had grown from a B-cup to a C-cup. God, they looked so hot sprawled naked on that king sized bed, that I started making out with one of them. I squeezed and played with her gorgeous tits, and sucked on her nipples, until she begged me to fuck her. I did just that, and repeated everything with the 2nd twin. We didn't wake up until around noon the next day. We screwed again, before showering. After a full day at Cedar Point, we returned to my motel room around 11:00 PM. However, we never had regular sex that whole night. Instead, the girls trained me on how to eat their pussies, and I got all the blowjobs I could take. They taught me: how to lick, where to lick, how to tongue fuck them, how to find their g-spots and make them squirt, and most of all they taught me the wonders of their magical clitoral buttons. Before the night was over, I had them begging me to make them come. When we finished, I thought my tongue may never be right again, and they had sucked me dry.

I was virtually a straight A student in high school and finished #5 in my final class rank. I got accepted by several colleges, and chose to attend Duke University in Durham, NC, I majored in English Lit and lived in a dorm. My sophomore year was spent living with 9 other guys in a dump of a 5 bedroom house. I did the cooking and cleaning of the common areas, in exchange for a hefty discount on my share of the rent, which the other guys picked up. I took a Creative writing class 2nd semester of my sophomore year. Aspirations of becoming an author filled my head, and I had 3 different novels going in my computer. I sat near the most gorgeous girl that my eyes ever beheld. She sat one row in front of me and about 8 seats over to my right. Whereas the vast majority of students wore grungy clothes, I noticed over the 1st week that she always wore nice clothes. It was obvious that she cared about her appearance, because her long chestnut brown hair was always soft and shiny looking, and the minimal amount of makeup she wore was always tastefully and impeccably done. I dressed nicely, too, choosing to wear either khakis or slacks and dress shirts or polo shirts. During the first 3 weeks in that class, one of her papers and one of mine had been distinguished and read aloud to the entire lecture hall. I knew her name and she knew mine. Our next assignment was to write a 10 page paper, with a partner.

The bell rang, as the professor was finishing up. I was on my feet and walked over behind her. I tapped her on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Dean," "Would you like to partner up on this paper?" She turned around; smiled, told me her name was Lauren and said, "Sure, do you have time to get a cup of coffee now." That's how I met the love of my life. We went for coffee and made a lot of small talk. We seemed to hit it off right from the start. I had let my blonde hair grow to a medium length and it had a little natural wave in it. My eyes were bright blue and I had, I thought, a killer smile and dimples. I weighed around 185 solid pounds and stood a hair over 6'0" tall.. My shoulders were broad, and I had nice pecs and solid flat abs. Certainly, I was no muscle bound freak, but I did keep in shape. My body tapered to narrow hips and a nice tight ass, so the girls said. Lauren was about 5'9" and I've mentioned her long lustrous chestnut brown hair. She had deep blue eyes, a cute pug nose, luscious kissable mouth and the most adorable dimples when she smiled. From what I could tell, Lauren had ample breasts and a very narrow waist, which flared out to nice hips and a cute rounded ass.

We decided on our research topic and made dates to meet at the library to work on our paper. I took Lauren out for a nice dinner and we began to date regularly. We went to parties and danced, went to movies and concerts and ate out together often. As the weather warmed, Lauren liked picnics. On Sunday afternoons, she brought a blanket and packed a picnic basket. I brought the wine. We found secluded spots in some of the many campus gardens. We kissed and made out until we were breathless, and I would feel her up through her top, Lauren and her girlfriends were going to Acapulco for spring vacation, and my buddies and I decided to go to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. A few days before we were to leave for spring break, I got a phone call. A lawyer from home called to tell me that my dad had died of a massive heart attack. He was only 56. I was all alone in the World. I had no mother or sister, and no aunts or uncles. I was deeply touched when Lauren offered to come with me, but I told her to go ahead with her spring break plans. There would be loads of friends, neighbors and people from town there.

The first days were a blur to me, until after dad's burial. There was a wake at the Church, the funeral at the Church, the graveside ceremony and a huge reception back at the Church afterwards. Hundreds must have attended. My dad's lawyer and his business partner left few decisions for me to make. Lauren and her family sent a huge floral funeral arrangement. I met with the lawyer the next day for the reading of my dad's will, and got the shock of my life. First, I didn't know that my dad had divorced my mom many years ago. He left her $1.00. He left my sister $10,000, if and whenever she showed up to claim it. I inherited the rest of his estate. I vaguely remember signing some papers just before I went back to Duke. I got a joint money market account, which was immediately available to me, with a balance of just under $1 million dollars. He left me a trust account which had stocks and bonds valued at over $4 million dollars. It passed to me, without having to go through probate, but would take a week or 2 to gain control of those funds, because papers, signatures and death certificates had to be presented. I learned that my dad rented the building his store was in, and that his business partner owned the modern book inventory and my dad owned the rest.

Also, my dad left me all his books in some kind of trust in which the inventory was updated monthly. Finally, my dad left me the house, its contents and his car, all of which would have to go through probate. The bookstore had, of course been closed since my dad's passing, and his lawyer, now my lawyer, met me at the bookstore the next day. My dad's business partner had printed a maybe 50 page inventory of what I had inherited. The big looming question was what to do with the business. The partnership had ceased to exist upon my dad's death. I made my first big decision. I abandoned all aspirations of becoming an author. After graduation, I would open a bookstore somewhere in the Southeastern US, and develop an Internet business. Amazon.com and all those other online discount book sellers were driving small-town bookstores out of business. I told my dad's business partner that I would pay my dad's half of the lease and building expenses through the end of the calendar year, which was when the lease renewed. I said that I would return at the end of my school year and pack up and remove all the books that were now mine. My dad's partner was not allowed to sell any of my books in the meantime. My dad's lawyer accordingly drew up papers, which were signed and notarized. This gave my dad's business partner over 8 months to decide what he wanted to do with his share of the business. My new lawyer thought I was too generous, but Hell I had known the man almost all my life. Bless Lauren; she had called me most every night, while I was in Shaker Heights. It was such a joy and comfort to hear her voice and talk wit her about what I was going through. She was truly a special girl.

I returned to Duke and resumed my studies. It was Lauren who helped me get my head on straight and my ass in gear, and make it through those final weeks of the school year. When it came time to go back to Shaker Heights, Lauren asked if she could come with me and help. I reluctantly said no, because I had a ton of work to do to pack up my dad's books and get them out of the bookstore. Lauren then invited me to come and spend a week or so with her in her hometown of Winnetka, Illinois. Back home, I had to make 2 trips in my dad's station wagon to a moving company to buy extra heavy packing boxes and a ton of bubble wrap. There were nearly 4000 books. I packed them in over 100 boxes. Inside the bookstore's safe, I found numerous complete sets of 19th century leather bound volumes of 1st edition hand colored plate books from the likes of John James Audubon, John Gould, McKenney & Hall and others. I took them home and built wooden crates to store and later ship these volumes. I was amazed that the total cost basis of my dad's book inventory exceeded $4.5 million. I found a super secure bonded and insured storage house to pickup my boxes and crates. I had my own insurance on them.

I traded in my 16th birthday car, from my dad, and bought a brand new large black SUV, paying cash for the balance. The next day I set off for Lauren's home in Winnetka, Illinois. My directions took me to the far N.E. corner of the quaint suburban community, about 30 miles north of Chicago. At the corner of Tower and Sheridan Roads, I turned left on Sheridan and plunged down a winding up and down ravine, until I reached Lauren's house. Lauren and her mother greeted me and gave me a tour of the huge stately 3 story home that stood on a bluff overlooking Lake Michigan. Lauren took me to my room, locked the door, pushed me on my bed and made out with me. "How are you doing?" she asked. I said that I was really doing OK and was glad to be with her. She left me and told me that I had time to unpack, take a shower, get in my beachwear and meet her in her 2nd floor room across from mine. We took the elevator down to the 1st floor and headed for the kitchen. Although we were both in terry beach robes, I got a good look at Lauren's great legs. Lauren brought a beach blanket and 2 towels. I carried the picnic basket, prepared by their cook, and we walked across their lawn and descended down perhaps 75-100 steps, on an old steel stairway, to the beach below.

The face of the 50'-60' bluff was covered in vegetation and small trees seemingly hanging onto their perches for dear life. Lauren picked a spot behind a sand dune and spread out the blanket. Lest you get a false picture in your mind, these dunes were little wind blown hills of sand, dotted with stands of beach grass and never more than 3' high. "Let's go for a little swim," Lauren said. She took off her sneakers and beach robe, and started running towards the calm waveless waters of Lake Michigan. I was stunned by the sight of the beautiful woman, who only briefly stood in front of me, and that I was next chasing towards the water. She was wearing a deep blue shiny metallic string bikini that matched her eyes.

We swam out about 100 yards. The 65-70 degree water felt refreshing on that hot June evening. We swam around each other, dove under each other, had a little splash fight and then kissed a few times, before swimming back to shore. After drying off, I enjoyed our cold picnic supper, which included: white meat chicken salad, with grapes and nuts, potato salad, coleslaw and a bottle of Chardonnay wine. For dessert, we ate a chocolate pastry from Winnetka's Little French Pastry Shop. When everything was stowed back in the picnic basket, except the wine, Lauren fished around in the basket and came out with a condom. She placed it between us on the blanket and took off her string bikini. We kissed for awhile and I played with her perfect 36C breasts, until my pole was stiff and trying to poke out of my swim trunks. I stood and quickly removed my trunks, I heard only the faintest "OH" escape from Lauren's mouth and then she rolled the condom on my cock. I laid her on the blanket and started to make love to that gorgeous girl.

I kissed her everywhere listening for those little sounds of pleasure from Lauren, when I found a really sensitive area. Next I gave her breasts the full treatment. I squeezed and kneaded them admiring their firmness. My fingers danced and teased her taut pink nipples. I rubbed them, rolled them between my thumb and forefinger and even pinched them a little. This brought cute little mews from Lauren's mouth, but when I sucked on her nipples raw moans of pleasure escaped from Lauren's throat. While I sucked on her nipples and drew them out into extended peaks, my right hand caressed its way down to Lauren's pussy. My middle finger found her wet and open. I moistened that finger with her pusssy juices and ran it round and round her labia lips, before plunging it into her cunt. My mouth was on her's kissing her passionately and deeply, while my fingers did their preliminary work. I wanted to be certain that Lauren was ready for my big hard cock. Two of my fingers were inside Lauren's love canal. She was now bucking and matching the thrusts of my finger fucking. I withdrew my fingers, mounted her and Lauren guided my stiff member into her cunt. I buried my dick all the way to the hilt in her juicy tight vagina. My body crushed Lauren to the beach blanket and my mouth captured her's, playing tongue tag among the deep kisses. I simply rocked my hips and moved my cock only about an inch in and out of her, while my pubic hairs tickled her clit. After about 5 minutes, Lauren came with a huge guttural moan from her throat.

After enjoying her orgasm for only a minute or two, Lauren hadn't fully come down, but I began long slow thrusts all the way in and out of her. Gradually, I picked up speed and Lauren's hips matched me thrust for thrust. I was pumping away like a piston; when I sensed Lauren's body stiffen. I let myself go and we both came with primordial groans of pleasure and release. We lay on the blanket, holding hands and looking up at the stars, for perhaps 10-15 minutes, when Lauren said, "Let's go skinny dipping!" She got up and ran for the shoreline. I was right behind her. She ran into the water, dove and swam about 10 more yards. When she stood, the water was up to her neck. I pulled her to me and started kissing her. While I kissed her, my hands played with her breasts. Lauren's hands were underwater and she went right for my cock. She squeezed it and pumped it and held it, while the palm and fingers of her other hand rubbed and swirled over my cock's head. I was stiff and hard again in no time. Lauren broke it off and led me by my dick towards the shoreline.

She stopped suddenly and sank to her knees, where the water came up to her waist, and took my whole cock right into her mouth and all the way into her throat. She sucked me hard making my cock even more rigid, and then pulled away. Next, she thoroughly licked my balls and took my whole scrotum in her mouth and sucked it ever so gently. I looked around and saw no one. About 500' off to the south, I saw an outdoor night light on the Tower Rd. Beach bath house and a little further away was a light on the Tower Rd. Beach pier and Parking lot. Looking north all lights were much further away. Lauren was licking my shaft like a Popsicle. Next she concentrated on my cock's head by licking and sucking it, and swirling her wicked little tongue around it. Before taking me into her mouth, she made sure to give my penis's sensitive glans and extra stimulating licking. She pumped my now throbbing cock, with her right hand, and gradually took me into her mouth. Lauren sucked and bobbed up and down on my dick gradually taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Finally, Lauren did deep throat. She took my cock all the way into her throat and let it's head rub the back of her throat several times, before she came up to breathe. After 4 or 5 of her deep throat plunges, I lost all control, stiffened and squirted my cum down her throat. Lauren swallowed every drop of my cum and licked my cock clean, before we walked hand in hand back to our beach blanket. I asked her where she learned to do that. She replied simply that she was a New Trier cheerleader and that was my "New Trier Special!!!"

Back on our beach blanket, I had Lauren lie on her back. I told her to flop her legs open as wide as she could. As my hands parted her thighs, I noticed that she reacted to my touch. I started by thoroughly licking and kissing up and down her inner thighs and next licked her perineum, before attacking her pussy with my tongue. I could smell her arousal and her pussy lips were partly open. I spread them with my fingers and gave her slit 5 or 6 long slow licks. Lauren's pussy juices tasted ass sweet as honey to me. I took my time, while Lauren writhed and moaned and gasped, and slowly licked round and round and round her pusssy lips getting closer and closer to her love tunnel. When I plunged my tongue in her love canal, Lauren seemed to be frantically moaning and squirming. I decided to finish her off. I used 2 fingers of my left hand to stretch the skin of her hood and fully expose her clit. My tongue swirled round and round her engorged clitoris. Lauren was gasping and whimpering for release. I sucked her clit, until she came, and her scream of spasmodic release echoed off the bluff behind us. I knew that girls could have repeated multiple orgasms and be brought to an even higher level of orgasmic ecstasy. I carefully nipped her clip with my teeth and then captured it with my lips. I held Lauren's thighs, as I began sucking her clit, but I was aware that her arms were flailing about wildly and from her breathing I thought she might hyperventilate. I sucked her clit untgil it was even longer and then licked its tip. When Lauren's body stiffened and began to shudder, she was so overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm that all that came out of her mouth was a meek little groan.

It must have been a full 10 minutes that Lauren lay there spasming and convulsing from her 2nd orgasm in less than 5 minutes. When she could finally speak, she said, "MY GOD!" "You're the first guy who ever did that to me and it was TREMENDOUS!!!" She asked me where I learned to do that. I leaned over and kissed her and told her my story about my night with the twin pom-pom girls. We killed the rest of the now warm bottle of wine, put on our nearly dry bathing suits and beach robes and cuddled and talked and kissed for perhaps an hour. As we climbed the stairs up the bluff back to Lauren's house, she asked me if I brought any condoms. I told her that I had 2 in my wallet. She replied, "That will be enough for tonight, and we'll stop at a drugstore so you can get more tomorrow!" "Take a quick shower, and DON'T LOCK YOUR BEDROOM DOOR!" "I'll join you as quickly as I can." Lauren snuck into my bedroom for more sex that night. We did pickup more condoms the next day, and every night of my stay, Lauren snuck into my bedroom for more sex.

I, of course met Lauren's father, 2 brothers and their wives and Lauren's 2 younger sisters. Before my week's stay was over, Lauren and I toured Winnetka, including New Trier High School, The Sweet Shop (hangout of Rock Hudson and Charelton Heston, when they went to New Trier), The Little French Pastry Shop and Fell's Men's Clothing Store, where I bought some shirts and slacks. We did the whole tourist thing, seeing the sights and attractions of Chicago, before I left for home in Shaker Heights.

Lauren drove over the next week inn her new smaller red SUV. My dad's business partner said that he wanted to keep the business going, so I paid him the remainder of my half of the store's lease, and was free and clear. I showed Lauren what sights there were to see in Shaker Heights and Cleveland. We went over to Cedar point on 2 days. We did some shopping in the better stores in Shaker Heights and one quality mall on the outskirts of Cleveland. We made love in my dad's antique 4 poster walnut bed every night of her stay. My dad did not die in that bed. He had his heart attack at the bookstore and died in the hospital. Lauren told me that she was going on the pill, but we would still have to use condoms for awhile more. Actually, Lauren really knew furniture. She went through my house and picked out the antique and semi-antique pieces, as well as some pretty good pieces, and proclaimed the rest as garage sale material. For the month of July and into August, Lauren and I alternated staying at each other's homes for a week or so. Somewhere in there we talked money, though not specifics. She had inherited trust funds from her grandparents, and I told her about my surprising inheritance from my dad. Without divulging exact amounts, we figured that each of us was pretty much set for life.

Lauren proposed that we rent a house and live together. I agreed, and she got on her laptop and the phone to see what housing might be available. All that was left near campus were 2 furnished professor's homes that had really steep rents. These were not homes that the average student could ever afford, but we decided that we could easily manage the rental payments. We packed my SUV and drove to Duke the next day. Student housing did not actually handle these rentals, and we had to go to a realtor to see them. Lauren fell in love with a completely furnished 3 bedroom brick home, with attached 2 car garage, and we signed a lease and each of us wrote checks. We drove back to Shaker Heights, where Lauren picked up her car and drove back to Winnetka. We each packed up our clothes and stuff, plus what we thought we might need for the new rental house. We setup housekeeping. The 2nd bedroom was kept for guests, and we moved furniture and converted the 3rd bedroom into and office/workroom for us, by buying inexpensive desks and work tables and chairs. I added Computer Science as a minor. I mostly wanted to learn HTML coding and FTP protocols, so that I could create and manage a website wherever I located my bookstore. Lauren added a minor in art. After we got settled in our courses, Lauren used the tables in our office for her art assignments.

One of the first things we did was to go to the student Health Center and get blood tests for STDs. When we received our all clear results back, I stopped using condoms. With our negative STD tests in hand, we celebrated by screwing downstairs, upstairs, and anywhere else we could think of, WITHOUT CONDOMS! We both agreed that condom less certainly felt better, but it was a little messier for Lauren. Towards the end of October, Lauren got really serious about what I saw in the future for us as a couple, and where our relationship was headed. She didn't give up. I had told her countless times about the different little things that I liked and loved about her. Hell, I had been with her for about 10 months, but I never said those REALLY BIG words, I love you, but I really did love her. In mid-November, after a love making session, I told Lauren that I loved her fully and completely. Lauren wrapped her arms around my neck, since I was still on top of her in bed, and said, "Oh Dean, I love you too!" You know what inevitably came next. There was the "M" word, and the "E" word. We both agreed that IF WE WERE TO MARRY, it was more practical to wait until we graduated from Duke. That "E" word, ENGAGED, danced around in our minds, but neither of us directly mentioned it. However, I had decided that I would pop the question, but when and how?

We were going to spend Christmas break in Winnetka, with Lauren's family, but we decided to stay at Duke for Thanksgiving. We cooked a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner, with all the trimmings and fixings, and watched football and a movie. When we were naked and getting into bed, I reached under my pillow and gave Lauren a box containing a pair of gorgeous diamond earrings, which I had secretly purchased the week before. She squealed her delight, and thanked and kissed me profusely. Then she jumped my bones and made love to me, twice, wearing her new earrings. We were lying on our backs, naked and holding hands, when I said to Lauren, "There's something I want to ask you." She replied, "What is it?" Well, it wasn't a down on one knee proposal, but I asked, "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" Lauren actually whooped in delight and said, "OHHHHH YES, YES, YES, YOU CRAZY FOOL, OF COURSE I"LL MARRY YOU!" We kissed and kissed, and she jumped me again, making love until we were spent. The next day, Black Friday, Lauren and I went to 3 different up-scale jewelry stores. Lauren finally chose an engagement ring. That diamond rock, with platinum setting, set me back a little over $25,000.00! I never even blinked, when the charge was rung up on my Amex credit card, because I loved Lauren with all my heart and soul. Before we left Duke, Lauren took me shopping to augment my wardrobe for her hometown social scene.

Christmas Vacation in Winnetka seemed like a blur of never ending parties. I was accepted by Lauren's parents and it turned out that they were pretty good eggs. It was obvious that Lauren had phoned her mother right after I proposed, because all those parties could not have been arranged so fast. Lauren took care of the Christmas shopping for her family. There was a party for Lauren's friends, and two for her parent's friends, and another for her father's business associates, not to mention the New Years Eve party at the Country Club. Lauren and I agreed to get each other just one gift. One day while Lauren was out shopping with her sisters, her mom and I took the Chicago & Northwestern train to downtown Chicago. She told me about this dark blue strapless sweetheart neck line floor length ball gown that Lauren would wear to the Country Club dance. Wee went to HER jewelry store and she pretty much steered me to a beautiful diamond and deep blue sapphire necklace that would be perfect with Lauren's ball gown. That was my Christmas gift to Lauren, and she got me a simple, but very elegant Rolex watch. Lauren was simply radiant at the Country Club's New Years Eve party, and was easily the most beautiful looking woman there in her strapless gown, diamond earrings, new necklace and engagement ring.

Lauren and I did not take a vacation for Spring break. Instead, we planned a road trip for the summer to find a nice smaller community to live in, find a home and a place where I could open my bookstore, in Virginia, North Carolina or South Carolina. We searched the websites of scores of communities in those States. We sent away for brochures from various Chambers of Commerce. But you know, brochures and the Internet aside, we still had to personally visit the towns that were high on our list. We had to actually get out of the car, walk the streets and get a feel for a town, besides seeing what housing and store space was available. We made a list and plotted out our route, after the brochures had been received and final exams were over. For some reason, Lauren thought that towns with bed & breakfast accommodations were more desirable and likely to be friendlier to Northerners. We packed up my big SUV and headed out about a week after finals were over. Using my car's mapping system and GPS, along with some backup roadmaps; we headed for central Virginia, with reservations at a B&B. After Virginia, we meandered south through central North Carolina and on into South Carolina. We really had a nice trip, but a bit discouraging. We saw a lot of beautiful scenery, stopped at many historical places and learned a lot about that area of our Country that us Yankees didn't know before. After looping through South Carolina, because we didn't want to go too far South, we headed back to Duke to regroup, do laundry and pickup our mail.

We headed out again on August 1st. Because of the mountains, we had seen everything we wanted in central North Carolina. Now, we were going to do east-central North Carolina. We were headed west to the town of Titanville, whose most recent population was listed as about 15000. Titanville was located about 90 miles generally west of Duke on a paved county road, but the winding roads made the trip about 2 hours. Though the town had a few B&BS, our original plan was to drive through on the county road and go on to the County seat, about 60 miles further on, where we did have a reservation for the night. We slowly drove through Titanville on Main St. There were about 8 blocks of retail stores. I saw a bookstore that looked closed and a vacant storefront right next door that seemed to be part of the same building. Further on down Main St., we saw a huge 4 story mansion and 3 smaller 3 story houses, each with a B&B sign out front and each taking up an entire short city block. None of them looked like they had been built prior to the 1920s, and this was true for the stores along Main St. We drove around town looking at the homes and their styles and ages. In the N.E. corner we found a small Industrial Park, but there were no smokestacks or pollution. Back on Main St., we parked and walked up and down either side of that street, looking at the different stores and shops. Then we went into a bakery/deli shop, with tables for seating, and had delicious made to order sandwiches and pie for lunch. Lauren struck up a short conversation with a woman, Holly, who worked there. Lauren told Holly that we were looking to buy a home in the area, and Holly pointed out the window to a real estate office down the street. She certainly was friendly enough.

We walked into the real estate office and met Marilyn and Roger. Marilyn reminded me of Marilyn Monroe in a skirt and blouse, that blonde hair, nice figure and just a little wide in the hips. We looked at the listing books for a 4 bedroom home, thinking that we would each want our own office, and found only one larger home available. It seemed that Titanville, like the rest of the Country, was affected by the recession and housing bust. Marilyn told us that the owners were underwater with their mortgage and the home was to be foreclosed on any day. The house looked really nice from the pictures we saw, although it had 5 bedrooms and a couple extra rooms downstairs. When we told Marilyn that we could pay cash, she said that if we really liked it, she was certain that we could work something out at the bank. Marilyn drove us over to Magnolia St. and we saw the house. I really liked it. Everything had been remodeled and updated within the past few years. The house was empty, but clean. Marilyn said, "Oh dear, the nice couple and their family had obviously walked away from their underwater mortgage. Lauren loved the house, especially the relatively new kitchen and updated bathrooms. Three of the bedrooms could stand new paint or wallpaper and carpeting. Lauren said that I could use one of the downstairs rooms for my office and the other could be an entertainment or exercise room. Then there was the beautiful patio and pool out back, with built in gas grill. The pool was large enough to swim laps in, and, with subtle nods, Lauren and I had decided we wanted that house.

Marilyn drove us to the bank and introduced us to the VP in charge of mortgages, William. My dad always taught me that cash is king. I told William that we were prepared to pay cash for the house, and asked him what the current mortgage balance was, and what the current appraised value of the property. When I heard those figures, I told William that we'd split the difference and pay CASH. William had to go into the bank president's office for approval. When he returned, we had a deal. Lauren and I each wrote $10,000.00 earnest money checks and we signed a purchase agreement, with a commission to go to Marilyn. Before we left the bank, Lauren and I each opened separate checking accounts at the bank. Back at the real estate office, we had a celebratory cup of coffee. Marilyn thought we made a really good deal, especially since she felt that the real estate market would be coming back within a year or so. It seemed that Roger specialized in commercial real estate, and Marilyn did residential. I asked Roger about the bookstore and vacant storefront just across the street. He said that a widow had it on and off the market for several years. I asked him if he could appraise the lot and building only, without any consideration for inventory and good will, and prepare a CASH offer for market value today. Meanwhile, Lauren had made reservations for us at one of the B&BS in town, and had invited Marilyn and Roger to join us for dinner at Titanville's nicest restaurant.

It was quite a day. WE HAD BOUGHT A HOME! Lauren was really excited. I thought that if I couldn't get the bookstore, that I could perhaps build my own store. At the restaurant, we ran into William. He introduced us to his wife, Virginia, who was a tall stunning redhead, except for a funny bump on the bridge of her nose. I thought that maybe the word about this young couple, with a lot of cash, had already spread through the small community. Back at the B&B, Lauren and I celebrated by screwing for about 4 hours. Things were moving fast. Lauren and I ate our complimentary continental breakfast, and received a message to meet Roger at his office at 10:00 AM the next day. Before going to the real estate office, Lauren and I peered into the window of the bookstore and walked around the building to find plenty of parking in the rear. From what I could tell the building was sound, but it looked like the widow hadn't updated her book inventory in years. We walked across the street and met Roger. Although I thought we got a really good deal on our house, I felt that the offer that Roger had prepared was nearly a steal. I had him write in a contingency that the widow would remove all books by closing. Roger told me that he had already gone over the offer, with the widow owner that morning, and she had said that she would accept it. He doubted that she would object to the contingency. I got the feeling that she just wanted to sell and get out of that burden.

We walked across the street and met the widow, Mrs. Beaumont, in her store. She volunteered that she only opened the store on Saturdays these days and spent most of her time just dusting and cleaning. Roger presented my cash offer for the building to her. She said that she could easily get her inventory out of the store and signed the purchase agreement. I wrote an earnest money check to Roger's Real Estate firm. We walked back across the street and met Marilyn. The 2 realtors took us out to lunch. They had each made nice commission's for a minimal amount of work. After lunch, Lauren and I popped in a recommended law office. We retained an attorney to represent our interests in the sale of the 2 properties. He would search the title records, have the properties inspected and handle the closing. He would also arrange for someone to cut the grass and winterize the pool. Lauren and I wrote checks to cover what we would owe at closing, including a prorating of the tax bills. Our checks went into the lawyer's escrow account and would clear well before closing. Lauren and I drove back to Duke, had an early supper out and celebrated in bed well into the night. We had bought our new home and new business location in just 2 days.

Lauren and I were never busier during our senior year at Duke. Our immediate goals were to get settled in our new class schedules. We skipped our classes on a Friday in mid-September to attend our closing in Titanville. Mrs. Beaumont, Roger and Marilyn and banker William all attended to get their payouts, along with our lawyer, who got paid for his services. Everything was fine with the inspections and title, and the funds were dispersed. Lauren and I got the key and checked out our new home. Our new home had been thoroughly cleaned and was spotless. We had time before lunch to stop by the Public Works Department to put all the utilities in our name. We, also, stopped by the Post Office and had our mail forwarded to our rental home at Duke. After lunch, we stopped in the fairly large and well stocked hardware store in town. We met Jeannie and Billy, husband and wife, who were part owners of the business. I told them our story and what we had bought, and asked Billy if he could recommend a general contractor to work on my bookstore building. Billy made a call and explained what I wanted. It was agreed that I would meet the contractor at the bookstore at 8:00 AM the next morning. That was pretty good, although I didn't have any idea of how the construction business was doing inn Titanville. Lauren suggested that we stop by William's bank and open a safety deposit box for all our real estate papers.

With that accomplished, Lauren and I spent the afternoon in our new home. Lauren made lists and drawings and notes for every aspect of each room. She was quite the interior designer. Three of our upstairs bedrooms were to have their ceilings and walls painted and new carpeting installed. Downstairs, new drapes would be installed in the living room and dining rooms. New drapes and carpeting would be installed in what would become my office. Lauren had yet to decide which of the upstairs bedrooms would become her office/studio. In the large rec room, the floor space was to be divided. Wood flooring would be installed in the entertainment section, and heavy vinyl sheet goods would cover the floor in the exercise area of that room. We resisted the urge to spend our first night screwing and sleeping on only a carpeted floor, and opted for a night at the B&B. In the morning I met with the contractor at my store, while Lauren walked around town. I wanted him to open up the wall between the 2 storefronts and install a nice pair of wooden double doors. All the walls had to be cleaned and painted, but first I wanted the store to have interior walls built to make several rooms. My new office would be doubled in size from the old office, and the unisex employee's bathroom was to be updated, with all new fixtures. Finally, I wanted a new steel reinforced door in back and a modern alarm system. Like Lauren, the contractor took measurements and made sketches, and said he'd get back to me in a couple weeks. I gave him a key.

When I heard from the contractor 2 weeks later, he sent me a set of scale drawings and said that he would have to subcontract several areas of the work. He offered to do the job at time and materials. I accepted, signed a contract, the drawing and sent everything back, with a 50% check. In the meantime, Lauren attacked the decorating and furnishing of our new home. She arranged locally to have all the remodeling, painting, decorating, flooring, carpeting and draperies installed using upper end Durham, NC, area stores. They were happy to drive the 2 hours each way to do the work. Lauren gave them a key and a temporary code for our alarm system. Meanwhile, Lauren would spend every weekend buying furniture and furnishings for our new home in Titanville. Just about every week, a furniture truck took stuff to Titanville. They would have the key and temporary alarm code, and would set things up in the appropriate rooms. I left all that up to Lauren, and she gladly took on the responsibility, because she loved to shop, and I was seldom consulted.

The Monday before Thanksgiving a truckload of furnishings, from a Durham Bed & Bath & Kitchen Shop, delivered all of our new bedding, bath ware, linens, and whatever else Lauren had purchased, to out Titanville home. On Thanksgiving Day, We packed my SUV with boxes of new kitchenware and the fixings for our first Thanksgiving dinner in our new home. Lauren and I truly had a lot to be thankful for. When we arrived, the first thing we did was to get the 12# self-basting Butterball turkey going in the oven. Our new stonewear dishes, glasswear and Danish silverware were run through the dishwasher, before we ate dinner using them. We unpacked everything else for the kitchen and concentrated on cooking our small Thanksgiving dinner for 2, along with all the fixings. We ate in mid-afternoon. Believe it or not, Lauren didn't let me go anywhere in the house, until we had cleaned up the kitchen and put everything away. We went up to see our master bedroom first. Lauren had done a magnificent job furnishing it, There was a gorgeous cherry wood canopied king sized bed, 2 matching bedside tables, with cherry wood lamps, his and hers matching cherry dressers, and a makeup table and chair for Lauren. Finally, in the front window was a grouping of 2 upholstered upright easy chairs, and a table and lamp. We each ad our own walk-in closets.

We spent the afternoon unpacking boxes, making the beds in the 3 finished upstairs bedrooms; each furnished in a different décor and with queen sized beds. Downstairs the remodeling and new drapes had been completed in the living room and dining room. Our dining room table, with extensions and chairs to seat 8 was finished in a modern Danish design. There was a matching sideboard and storage cabinet for linens, silverware and serving pieces, plus a glass front cupboard on top to display china, crystal and other ornamental serving pieces. We had no fine china, crystal or sterling silverware, but planned to register online at Marshall Field's in downtown Chicago, which coordinated with 2 other Field's stores in Chicago's northern suburbs. My downstairs office and our entertainment/exercise rooms were finished, but bare, as was Lauren's upstairs office/studio and one bedroom. When everything was unpacked and put away, we ate a light leftover supper. We went to bed in our new master bedroom by making love in our 4 poster bed, until the early hours of Friday morning. We got a slow lazy start the next morning, trying out our new double shower and toilet and bidet. We had breakfast at the deli in town and went to check on the progress at my new bookstore.

The work was pretty well along. The new wall portions had been installed. Plenty of electrical outlets were available on each wall, and the phone company and cable company had installed jacks everywhere. My office and the bathroom were complete, and only a final coat of paint was needed. The steel back door and the rest of the doors had been installed, but the alarm system was not yet up and working. I called my contractor and told him how pleased I was with his work, but I had some suggestions for some minor additions. The 2 major ones were to install bookshelves in the rare books room to hold about 4000 books, and the other was to put tables in the print room to display individual packaged prints in bins. Again, he would get back to me with a quote. Lauren and I left Titanville, without even having lunch.

Christmas vacation was a rat race. My dad's estate had finally cleared probate. First, we flew back to Shaker Heights, Ohio. I called a moving company to pack up the furniture and other items that Lauren wanted in our new Titanville home. If all went well, and with the 3 day Christmas Holiday, we hoped the moving truck would arrive in Durham, NC, when we were back. I had a lady come over and assess what Lauren didn't want for an estate sale to clear out the house. I wound up taking 4 station wagon loads of donations to Good Will and a Bible Resale Store. I got a male realtor to list my dad's house for sale. He would co-ordinate with my estate sale lady, and the sale would be a 4 day event in mid-January, the house would be put on the market after the estate sale and the house had been cleaned. My realtor said that homes sell best, when they are furnished and have that "lived in" feel, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get rid of it and never have to go back to Shaker Heights again. With that in mind, I signed papers authorizing my dad's old lawyer to represent me in the sale of the house, collect the estate sale proceeds, and conduct the closing of the house, when it sold. Finally, I sold my dad's old station wagon to a used car dealer for cash. Lauren and I had to take a cab to a hotel by the Cleveland Airport and stay overnight. We had our complimentary breakfast the next morning and took the hotel's shuttle to the airport, and took a cab to Winnetka. We had a nice Christmas with Lauren's parents, family and friends, but flew back to Durham 2 days after Christmas. I checked on our moving vans progress. I arranged for them to swing by the secure storage and pickup my boxed and crated books,

The alarm system had been installed in my bookstore, and I had to call the servicing office in Chapel Hill, NC, to get my store's alarm code. My books were unloaded and stacked in the backroom of my store. The work on my store had been completed, with only a few punch list items remaining to be completed. Virtually all the antique and quality items from my dad's house were utilized to furnish my downstairs office and our 3rd upstairs bedroom. I helped Lauren organize things. The next day we went to my bookstore and began unpacking my rare and 1st edition books, and shelving them on the new heart pine shelving in the book room. I had packed them in alphabetically by the author's last name, thanks to my dad's inventory printout. An insurance appraiser had to come over from Durham to re-appraise my store and our home for the very best replacement value coverage. We went back to our rental home in Durham the morning of New Year's Eve. I had secretly planned to take Lauren to a New Year's Eve dinner/dance on the top floor of Durham's nicest hotel. The people and the music was from a much earlier era, as it had been the previous year at her parent's Country Club New Year's Eve party, but it didn't matter. Lauren knew how to do all those waltzes, fox trots and swing type dances, and had taught them to me.

My dad's house sold in mid-January. The realtor reported that there were 3 competing offers, and my lawyer accepted one for 110% of the asking price. It seemed that Shaker Heights was going through a period of "suburban renewal." This was the practice of buying a house, only for the lot, tearing down the old home and erecting a home twice the size on the same lot. Lauren told me that this was going on in Winnetka, too, in the residential area west of downtown Winnetka. I began writing HTML code for my store's website. I bought a URL from Go Daddy.com. Although I expected that my website would provide at least 90% of my revenue, because I didn't expect much walk-in business from the residents of Titanville, I did not yet upload (FTP) any portion of my website to the Internet.

We didn't take a vacation for Spring Break. Instead, we finished the final details for both my store and our home. A truckload of furniture and other items was dispatched to Titanville. Lauren had shopped in Durham and in Titanville, and stocked the refrigerator, pantry and some cupboards with food and staples. After the movers had finished at my bookstore, I led the truck the few blocks to our home on Magnolia St. Lauren fixed lunch for the 2 movers, before they unloaded at our house. An electronics company came and installed 7 flat screen TVs in our house. The entertainment room got a huge 60" TV. Each of the 4 bedrooms and Lauren's office/studio got a TV, plus one small TV was installed in the kitchen. Also, a high end entertainment console was installed in the entertainment/exercise room. A computer company came from Durham on another day. They installed 2 new computers and a scanner/copier/printer in my bookstore's office, with all the latest software. I made sure the computers had the latest version of the FTP software I was using, which would enable me to upload and update my website to the Internet. Lauren and I got new computers and scanner/copier/printers in our home offices. Besides the modem connected to the cable company, a wireless router enabled Lauren's upstairs computer to wirelessly be connected to the Internet.

During that week of Spring Break, I spent most of my time at the bookstore writing computer code. Lauren put the finishing touches on our home. She lined up a pool service guy, a lawn mowing and landscaping company, and even a house cleaning service, which would come in once a week. One day, I came home early from the bookstore and found Lauren dressed in sneakers, short shorts, a halter top and a head scarf, planting flowers around the front of our house. She told me that she had met 5 of our nearest adjacent neighbors on Magnolia St., but they were all older empty nesters and not likely to become social friends. This worried me a bit, but I thought surely that we would meet people in our own age group and make friends. Finally, I went across the street from my bookstore into a graphic arts/advertising business. I met Richard, the owner, and had him paint my 2 storefront windows with the name of my business, "Dean's Rare Books and Antique Prints," in gold lettering, with black outlined letters. Lauren and I had accomplished an awful lot for a young UNMARRIED couple, but I loved her more and more everyday and was fully committed to our relationship.

Our wedding in June loomed on the horizon, but first we had final papers to turn in, study, and take our final exams. Graduation came next and Lauren's parents flew down for the event. The day after graduation, we loaded up our SUVs with all our clothes and any other belongings we wanted. We cleaned the house, and put anything we didn't want out on the curb. This was a common practice at Duke. Cars and trucks constantly cruised the streets snatching up what they wanted, almost as fast as we put it out. The next day we took 2 cars and drove Lauren's parents over to Titanville to see our new home and

my bookstore. The 4 of us flew back to Winnetka for the wedding week. I'm not going into much detail here. I flew 2 of my best friends in to be my best men, and Lauren's 2 brothers filled out my side in the Church. Lauren used her 2 sisters, along with 2 of her college friends, one of which was her maid of honor, in her wedding party. Of course Lauren's father gave her away. We were married in a beautiful ceremony at 1:00 PM on a Saturday afternoon in June at the historical Winnetka Congregational Church. The wedding was followed by a huge reception, buffet lunch and dance in Lauren's backyard, under 2 huge tents, overlooking the waters of beautiful Lake Michigan.

It was tough getting a dance with Lauren, because I had to dance with Lauren's female friends and neighbors, and I had to sneak off to the buffet tables to get some food. As 5:00 PM drew near, Lauren and I had our traditional wedding dance, posed for pictures, with any number of combinations of people, and finally cut the wedding cake and kissy-faced each other, with mouthfuls of wedding cake in our mouths. From time to time, I caught a glimpse of the shadowy inconspicuous videographer always looming in the background and catching every nuance of the wedding and reception on tape. Finally, Lauren got to throw her wedding bouquet and garter, and we slipped upstairs to change into our traveling clothes. It took every ounce of will power that I had, to not throw my new wife on her bed and take her right there. Our honeymoon bags were already packed, and we faced a gauntlet of maniacal rice throwing well wishers, who showered us with rice. Lauren's oldest brother drove us to Chicago's O'Hare airport, where Lauren and I caught a nonstop flight to our honeymoon destination.

We stayed at a luxurious resort on a Caribbean Island, but we did not stay in the hotel. Instead, we had 1 of 12 private bungalows right on the beach. All our meals were prepared to order for us right in our bungalow. We always had some kind of fresh fish, seafood and fruit, except for breakfasts, when we ate eggs, bacon, fruit and sumptuous gooey pastries. Lauren and I spent most of our time making love, sunbathing and reading. Lauren got a beautiful golden brown tan, while I couldn't stay out in the sun as much, I did get a light brown tan. We SCUBA dived around a reef right off our beach. There were no signs by the bungalows, so Lauren sunbathed in the nude. In front of the resort hotel beach property signs were posted for a topless beach.

On our 2nd day there, Lauren went off shopping by herself. She brought back 3 tiny French string bikinis for herself, and she bought me 3 pair of Speedos. When we tried them on in our bungalow, we found that each of us had exposed areas of pubic hair that peeked out. Lauren got out her manicure scissors, shaving cream and Lady Schick razor. We clipped and shaved each other's pubic hair, until no little hairs peeked out from our swim bottoms. Then, twice a day we took long walks along the topless beach, and down past the other 6 bungalows on the other side of the hotel. It was a tradition there every morning and afternoon for about 1/2 hour each time. I was a little disgusted at the number of women with obvious breast implants that jiggled and swayed as they walked. I told Lauren to please not ever consider getting implants, because I loved her perfect 36C breasts just as they were.

We flew into Miami Sunday afternoon, and had to catch a connecting flight to Durham. When we arrived back in Titanville, we found Lauren's oldest sisters making themselves at home in our house. They had driven down with our wedding presents. Lauren and I opened everything that night. In ones, or twos or threes, we wound up with a full 12 place setting for our crystal, china and sterling silver, plus numerous serving pieces and special purpose utensils. We received a lot of envelopes containing cash, plus the usual toasters, mixers and blenders. Lauren said that she would put everything away and write thank you notes over the next few days. Lauren's sisters left Monday morning, saying that they were going to take a scenic route back to Winnetka and stop along the way to visit some friends.


Chapter 2 - The Swingers Club

Hi, this is Dean back from my honeymoon. It took me nearly 4 months to get my website completely up on the Internet and list and display all the antique books and prints that I had for sale. The books were pretty easy, since I already had a list of them on my computer in alphabetical order by author. I simply broke up the alphabet into groups, like A-E and F-J, and so on. I simply put the author's groups on my homepage and anyone could click on the link and go to a page and read the listings. I listed author, title condition and price for each book. Condition grading was standard in the book industry, besides, if anyone wanted a picture of any book, I would simply scan it and send it to the inquirer. I made certain to include in my FTP uploading program to include the proper Meta tags, on each page of my website that would catch the attention of the Internet's search engine spiders and get me a top listing on Google, Yahoo, etc. That's why I took the computer courses at Duke.

The antique prints took much longer and were a little more complicated. The John James Audubon 1st Royal Octavo Edition (1840-44) consisted of 7 leather bound volumes containing 500 individual bird prints and was the most popular highly collected edition of John James Audubon's prints that were still reasonably priced. Each leather bound volume had text, about each bird, plus from 50-100 hand colored stone lithographed plates. Technically, while the hand colored drawings were bound in a book volume, they were referred to as plates, but when removed from the bound volumes, they were referred to as antique prints, measuring slightly less than 7" X 11." I had to use a Xacto knife to carefully cut the hand stitched bindings to free and separate the hand colored prints and text pages for each bird. Next, I had to scan all 500 prints. Fortunately, my FTP program allowed me to hit one key and automatically made a thumbnail image of each bird print. I made am Internet page of 50 thumbnails, each was linked to a separate page sowing the full scanned image of the print, along with a description and price. After uploading all 500 Audubon 1st Royal Octavo Edition prints, I dis-bound and uploaded all 155 Audubon 1st Edition Quadrupeds (mammals) of North America prints. This was followed by all 123 McKenney & Hall 1840-48 1st Edition 14" X 20" Native American Indian prints. I added a shopping cart, so that anyone could buy an item and pay either with a credit card or PayPal. A company came over and installed a cash register on my front counter, which had a credit card swipe slot for in-store purchases. This was coordinated with my website, and I had to subscribe to be able to get funds through credit card payments. Purchases through PayPal went directly to my registered bank account.

I ordered display bins for the print room tables, plus archival display envelopes, archival foamcore for backing, and sized shipping boxes. I wasn't happy with the way the antique prints looked in their display bins. It became apparent to me that I needed a print framer. I closed the shop and walked down to the hardware store to see Jeannie and Billy. I knew that good hardware stores cut glass and fixed broken windows. They gave me the names of 2 women in town, which did framing in their homes. Ideally, I wanted someone who could cut Plexiglas, because it wouldn't break during shipping. I found Marge, a 40 something divorcee with no kids, who was sitting around her house twiddling her thumbs, with basically no business, BUT she could cut Plexiglas and had the proper equipment to do it. Marge jumped at the chance to come and work for me. We moved her frame making clamps and table into the vacant room behind my print room, along with her mat cutting table and a work/assembly table for cutting the Plexiglas and assembling the prints, 1st in an archival clear envelope, and then removed from the display envelope and easily slipped into a frame for packing and shipping. I was now happy with the new store display, framing and shipping system that Marge and I developed.

I ordered gobs of archival foamcore sheets and 5 whole cases of off-white solid core archival mat board. Marge and I decided on 12 different wooden frame profiles that I would offer customers as a choice, if they wanted to buy a print framed and matted. I got Marge started by cutting 500 10" X 14" foamcore pieces and 500 10" X 14" neutral off-white print mats, with a 7" X 11" window opening. Virtually any octavo sized print could be mounted, with clear archival Mylar mounting corners, and covered by a hinged matboard with a 7" X 11" window opening, and slipped into a clear archival envelope. After 2 months, Marge and I had worked out a smooth operating system. Orders started coming in. Next, I dis-bound 3 volumes of John Gould's Hummingbirds of North America 14" X 20" prints and uploaded all 438 of them to my website. Finally, I scanned and uploaded the nearly 4000 hand colored Currier & Ives prints. They were not bound into volumes, but came in 3 different sizes. I'm sure most of you have heard of John James Audubon's 19th Century works, but hasn't everyone seen one of those beautiful homey nostalgic All American Currier & Ives prints.

I found a website that sold Price Guides to all the Audubon prints. It was out dated by a few years, but I bought a book as a guideline for pricing. Since the recession hadn't yet fully ended, I kept my prices within the price ranges of the Audubon Price Guide Book, depending on the actual condition of my print. I bought an old outdated 1993 Price Guide Book for the Currier& Ives prints, which at least listed all the prints and had an outdated 1993 price for each one. I searched the Internet for other dealers, who sold Currier & Ives prints, but found few. It was kind of a crap shoot, when I priced my prints, but I wanted to be as competitive as the next guy. Later, I bought an outdated Price Guide Book for the John Gould hummingbird prints, which was very helpful. Later, I subscribed to all the local newspapers and attended estate sales and book sales, to buy more rare books, to keep my inventory up. I bought antique prints from other dealers and through Internet auctions. I was surprised, when I got emails inquiring whether I might want to buy antique prints from individuals. I turned down about 90% of them, because they were in a frame for ??? years, and who knew what damage lay inside a framed print package? The sellers mostly had no clue as to whether archival materials were in the framing, and I could be certain that any print framed over 10 years ago contained no archival materials.

By the end of that first year, the store was running smoothly and Marge really knew her job. She was computer literate and I taught her where to find any orders that came in overnight on my office computer. She printed them out and fill and package each order for the 4:00 PM UPS delivery pickup. Of course, it took less time to package a book right off the shelf, than to mount a print in a frame, with backing, Plexiglas and secure it it in wooden frame. That is why I had Marge pre-cut and assemble about 25 frames that woule be ready, when needed. She also cut extra Plexiglas and foamcore backing sheets to be on hand. Books and prints were always bubble wrapped, before going into their shipping boxes. Marge came in at 9:00 AM Monday-Saturday. If I went off to a book sale, or had some other business, or simply stayed home and made love to Lauren for an hour or two, Marge would open the store and get to work. At the end of my 1st partial year in business, I made a small profit, after paying all expenses and Marge's salary, but I took no income from the business. I gave Marge a raise and promotion to Office Manager, but we made a compromise. Marge dusted inside the store and I washed the store's windows. My second year, and 1st full calendar year, I had over $1,000,000.00 in sales. After expenses, I took a salary out of the business and bought some of the larger, 26" X 40", John James Audubon 1826-1838 copper plate hand colored bird engravings. Depending on the bird's popularity and size of the image on the sheet, the 435 different prints could be worth from several thousand dollars up to $250,000.00 each. Marge framed them and we hung them around the print room. This will be my last mention of any details about my store for the remainder of this story, except for perhaps a brief passing reference.

It's time to get on with Lauren's and my social and sex lives. The latter could never have been any better. We made love at least 5 times a week. During the warm summer weather, we loved to grill and eat out by the pool, holding hands, talking and sipping wine, until it started to get dark and the bugs came out. Sometimes we swam, before dinner, if I got home from work early enough. Lauren would always wear one of her skimpy French string bikinis that she bought on our honeymoon and I wore one of the 3 pairs of Speedos that Lauren had bought me. Neither of our swimsuits left much to the imagination. When we made love, I noticed that Lauren's breasts and pussy area were as tan as the rest of her body. She had gone into town and bought a lightweight folding screen, which she set up in the back yard, when she sunbathed in the nude, without the neighbors seeing her. Lauren joined the Women's Club of Titanville, which met at the VFW hall in town on Monday mornings. She also joined an auxiliary of the Club, which met at odd times. However, when they got together, at the hospital, they made stuffed teddy bears for the children in the hospital and blue or pink stocking caps for newborn boys and girls.

I joined the Titanville Chamber of Commerce, which got me a decal in my store's window. The Chamber placed ads in outlying papers 3 or 4 times a years that listed its members, which possibly brought me some business, either by looking my business name up on the Internet, or by simply dropping in my store. I also joined the local Lions Club, which got me another decal in my store's window. The Lions primarily raised money. Titanville did not have a Salvation Army office or Toys for Tots program. It was primarily the Club member's wives, who held bake sales throughout the year. Our biggest money raiser was the July 4th BBQ chicken dinner at the park. There was a small parade down Main St. and a concert in the park by the VFW Band. A long row of big grills were setup and we grilled and sold thousands of 1/2 BBQed chicken dinners, with all the trimmings. All the money we raised, during the year, was used to buy toys for needy children and distributed at Christmas. Lauren furnished our exercise room with a weight bench, weights and a treadmill for me, and a rowing machine and Nautilus Bowflex for herself. We exercised several times a week, but never together.

We had absolutely no art up on any of our walls in our house. Lauren made use of her art major and was actually quite a talented and accomplished artist. She started painting in her studio with acrylic paints. She painted semi-recognizable abstract paintings at first, but she didn't like her earliest works and they went into the garbage. She traveled back to Durham's museums for inspiration, and even bought a number of pieces from Durham's prominent art galleries. Gradually she developed her own style and was painting some really good stuff. She brought them into my shop and had Marge frame them. Soon the walls of our living room and dining room were filled with q mixture of other artist's work and Lauren's paintings, all picking up colors from the rooms where they hung. Lauren was in my store quite frequently pouring over the 1000s of antique hand colored prints that I had in my print room. I was usually working in my office, and Lauren had Marge slip a few in ready made frames , to take home and see how they looked in various rooms of our house. I'd guess that she took home around 50 of my prints, but brought back at least half of them. The entertainment portion of our exercise/entertainment room was kinda rustic, with bold colors in the drapes, area carpets and throw pillows. Lauren hung 6 of my hand colored 1840-1848 1st Edition McKenney & Hall Native American Indian prints, and I really liked what she had done. The bright bold colors of the Indian's clothing looked really great in that room. However, the bird and mammal prints that Lauren hung in our upstairs bedroom, looked almost like an unorganized hodgepodge, with no theme or coordination, except for color matching in the various rooms.

Lauren noticed that a good number of Audubon's bird prints were simply painted, with 1 or 2 birds perched on a lonely branch or squatting on a rock formation. There was no scenery or composition to the prints. Lauren decided to redo these prints and paint them in a new setting, with trees and bushes, grass, flowers, nests, and even little frogs or insects or other natural food sources for the birds. The detail that Lauren had put in her paintings was astounding. In many areas, she had painted, using a brush with only one bristle that enabled her to get the fine detail into her paintings. She did mostly the more popular birds, like the blue jay, blue bird, robin, bald eagle, wild turkey, and many others, which were actually some of the most expensive prints, except for the larger birds mostly native to areas south of us, like the flamingo, herons, egrets, etc. The walls of our 3 guest bedrooms and Lauren's studio were adorned with her original artwork. When I bought a large batch of Audubon's 1st Edition 1826-1838 27" X 40" Havell Edition bird prints, Lauren had to have some for our master bedroom. They were hand colored copper-plate engravings and had all the detail of Lauren's paintings. She simply had to have 6 of them for our master bedroom, even though their value was in excess of $400,000.00! It was many months later, when Lauren painted a number of cheery smaller landscape scenes and floral scenes that decorated the walls of our bathrooms, kitchen and hallways.

It was late in the fall in Titanville, NC. By this time, there would have been frosts up in the Midwest, and maybe even some snow. On a Sunday afternoon, Lauren and I were out in our backyard sitting around the pool. Although each of us had joined civic organizations, and knew quite a few people, we hadn't made the kind of friendships, where you have someone over for dinner or drinks. A woman in an opened 2nd floor window in the house directly behind ours, yelled out, "Hi there, how are you guys doing?" We waved back and said, "HI." I didn't remember her, but Lauren did. Her name was Holly and we briefly spoke to her at the bakery/deli on the very first day that we came to Titanville. A few moments later she was calling from behind a gate in the stockade fence separating our houses. Holly asked if we had the key to the padlock holding the chain and the door closed. We did not, but I went in my garage and got the bolt cutters and cut the chain. We invited Holly to have a little wine with us. We learned that her husband, Pete, was a local firemen. We talked for a good half hour. Later that week, I put new hinges on the gate and a simple non-locking latch. Lauren and Holly visited several times that week and they seemed to hit it off.

The following week Lauren and I received an invitation to dinner at Holly's house. This was the beginning of a 7-8 month period of dinner exchanges in which we met new lasting close friends. At Holly's dinner party, Lauren and I met her husband, Pete, and another couple, Erin and Richard, who lived just 6 houses down Magnolia St., from our house. I knew Richard. He had painted my store windows and did advertising for my store in the outlying papers. A few weeks later Lauren and I had Holly and Pete, Erin and Richard, and Marilyn and Roger, our realtors, over for dinner for 8. You can see where this was going. There was a series of reciprocating dinner parties that lasted into spring. It culminated in an invitation to a pool party, at Erin and Richard's, with swimming races and dinner for 14 guests, plus Erin and Richard. The night of the party came. Lauren wanted me to wear one of the Speedo trunks that she bought me on our honeymoon. I absolutely refused. Lauren decided to wear her honeymoon bright red skimpy French string bikini. She put her hair up in a high pony tail and double-tied all of the bows holding her bikini on. She didn't want her suit to work loose and come off, while she was swimming. We donned flip-flops and our beach robes, grabbed big beach towels and walked the 6 houses down Magnolia St. to the party. The garage door was open and we heard voices out back, so we went through the garage to the backyard pool. About 1/2 the people were there, and the rest came shortly after we arrived. Everybody knew everybody, except Lauren and me. We met Sarah, a RN, LPN and PA, who ran the local clinic in town, and her husband, Gerald, who was a doctor at our town's hospital. We had met Stan, the forest ranger, and his wife, Willow, at a couple of the dinner parties. We, of course, knew Jeannie and Billy from the hardware store. Finally, William, our banker, was there, with his wife, Virginia, who we briefly met at a restaurant, after we bought our house.

Erin took charge and announced that everyone would swim 2 laps of the pool. The men and women were divided into 2 groups of 4, and each group would swim 2 laps of the pool. After all 4 heats had been swum; the top 2 finishers in each heat would swim 2 more laps to determine the winner. My race was first and I swam against William, Gerald and Billy. I looked at the first turn and found that I was 2 lengths ahead of my competitors. I slacked off, during my 2nd lap, and easily won my heat over Gerald. When I climbed out of the pool and joined the others, I felt 7 pairs of women's eyes staring at my crotch. I had to resist looking down or feeling down there, to see if something was showing. Lauren was giving the evil eye to the women. Lauren swam the next heat against Virginia, Jeannie and Sarah. Lauren won her heat by 1/2 length over Virginia. All right, this time I was guilty and joined the other men in staring at the women's heaving chests, as they caught their breath. Lauren didn't catch me and I gave her a congratulatory kiss.

Pete readily won the 2nd heat over Stan. Then, Holly beat Willow by about an arm's length in the 2nd women's heat. In the men's final, it was a close race between Pete and me. I had him by about a half length at the turn, but I couldn't see him, because he was on the other side of me from where I was breathing. Everybody was cheering. At the end, Erin declared a tie between Pete and me. I thought that I was in pretty good shape, but Pete was a fireman and probably trained all the time. Pete and I shook hands and then hugged and kissed our wives. Lauren won the women's final over Holly, as Virginia faded at the end. Lauren was so happy that she was jumping up and down. I grabbed her, calmed her down a little and gave her a big long smooch on the mouth in front of everyone. The night was quite balmy, with a refreshing breeze. After I wiped my self dry, with my towel, I left my beach robe off to let my trunks dry. I had determined that Erin was a shameless flirt several dinner parties earlier. Erin took drink orders, while Richard got the grill going and started the steaks. When Erin brought me my double Knob Creek bourbon on the rocks, she was batting her eyes at me. After everyone had a drink or wine, we stood around and talked.

I assessed the men and the women. There was no doubt that every man there had a big cock. Billy and Gerald were on the short side at about 5'3"-5'4" tall. The rest of the men were about 5'9"- to Stan's 6'4". All of the women wore string bikinis and all were beautiful in their own way, but my Lauren was the hottest woman of all. Erin stood only about 5'2", and Sarah was maybe 5'4" tall. The rest of the women stood from 5'8" to Willow's nearly 6'0". We sat at 4 tables for dinner. Erin sat next to me. She batted her big brown eyes at me. Several times during dinner, she innocently put her hand on my forearm, and once her hand slipped under the table and rested it on my thigh. As her hand crept closer and closer to my crotch, I reached under the table and removed it. Erin just smiled at me. After dinner, everyone moved into Erin's living room for coffee. By then my swim trunks had dried and I put on my beach robe. Another hour of joking and talking passed, before everyone left and went home.

When Lauren and I got home, I asked her if she noticed Erin's antics. She had, but revealed that other women had told her that Erin flirted with practically every guy, who was good looking and had a big cock. Lauren wasn't pissed at all. She told me to put it out of my mind, and that she wasn't worried in the least. When I arrived home from work the following Tuesday, Lauren told me that we had a written invitation to dinner at William's and Virginia's home the following Saturday night. They lived in that 4 story mansion next to the B&B that we had stayed at. If for no other reason, other than to see that Mansion, we accepted. We dressed up and arrived a little early. It turned out that fashionably late was not acceptable. Holly and Pete and Erin and Richard were already there. William showed us to the front parlor, which was decorated with plenty of velvet and leather upholstered chairs, settees and sofas. The draperies were heavy velvet and the walls were adorned with undoubtedly antique oil paintings of landscape and yachting scenes. It was all surreal from around the end of the 19th century. We were called to dinner promptly at 6:00 PM. The dining room was huge and the table had seating for 16. William sat at the head of the table, with Virginia at his right and Loren and I on his left. We had a delicious catered dinner, which was done by the 2 sisters who owned the bakery/deli in town.

When dinner was over and the caterers had cleared the table, William retrieved a folder from inside a sideboard. He told us, with a very somber voice, that he had something to discuss with us. but 1st Lauren and I has to sign non-disclosure agreements, and passed a sheet of paper to each of us. Hell, I could keep a secret and what was the big deal anyway. The paper referred only to T.T.S.C. and we could not tell anyone about T.T.S.C. as long as we lived. Our friends were there and they obviously knew and this was not going to be some nefarious plot to overthrow our Government. I dated and signed the paper and Lauren did likewise. As bank V.P., William notarized our signatures. After William put the documents away, he went into his spiel. It seemed that there was a secret club in town and that the initials stood for, are you ready, The Titanville Swingers Club, and that everybody at the swimming party last weekend were members. The Club met every 2nd Monday and at their meeting the previous Monday, they had voted unanimously to invite Lauren and me to join. I was stunned by the whole thing, but I saw Lauren comprehending and processing the whole idea and its pros and cons.

William continued, saying that Lauren and I would have the opportunity to experience a new and different sexual experience, with a different partner, every 2 weeks. I started thinking of all those women in their string bikinis and concluded that there wasn't one that I would kick out of a bed. It seemed that the men controlled the sexual activity, but every 3rd meeting the women were in control. Partners were chosen by random drawing. Membership cost $1,000.00 per person per year, which covered catered meals and wine, plus linen and cleaning services. Lauren and I would have to see Sarah at the local clinic for STD and HIV blood tests. William handed each of us a copy of the rules and an application, saying that he would show us around. Erin said to Lauren that there was a new birth control pill available at the clinic, which would reduce her periods to once every 3 months. William, Virginia, Lauren and I got up to start the tour. The others stayed behind.

We exited the back of the dining room and emerged into a large commercial kitchen, with breakfast nook. While Lauren admired the appliances, I noticed out a kitchen window that there was a 4 car garage at the rear of the lot and a single lane driveway ran on either side of the mansion. From the kitchen, we moved towards the front of the house, passing several closed doors. William pointed out the his and hers separate bathrooms, and then we entered a large room, with a pool table in the center and at least 20 chairs around the perimeter. From the pool room, we found ourselves in the foyer. There was a stairway and elevator. We took the elevator up to the 3rd floor. William told us that there were 4 identical rooms on the 2nd and 3rd floors. My room would be #8 and Lauren would go to the room of whichever gentleman picked her, or whoever she drew every 3rd meeting. My large room had a nice queen sized bed, with intricate brass headboard. The room had an ample closet, dresser, bedside tables, padded sitting/dressing bench, 2 upholstered upright sitting chairs and a table and lamp. The bathroom had 2 sinks and a caddy, like at a hotel that was filled with toothbrushes, toothpaste, soaps, shampoos, conditioners and any other bath product one would need. There was a beautiful double shower and towels everywhere. I was gaining an appreciation of what the $1,000.00 membership fee covered..

Back downstairs, Lauren and I thanked everyone and said our goodbyes. During the 5 minute drive home, I suggested that whether we join or not, we should do the blood tests, since we hadn't been tested, since the beginning of our junior year at Duke. Lauren thought that was a good idea, and said that she would call Sarah and make an appointment. The next morning we sat down and looked over the rules and application. Some of the highlights of the rules were -

1. NEVER EVER discuss your sexual experiences at the Swingers Club, with your spouse. IF YOU DO, YOUR MARRIAGE WILL LIKELY FAIL!

2. You are not allowed to have your spouse as your partner at the Swingers Club, and you are not allowed to have the same partner for 2 meetings in a row. If you draw either of the above, the picture will be returned to the pack, re-shuffled, and you will draw again.

3. Men and women are not allowed to wear any cologne, perfume or other applied fragrances.

4. Women are not allowed to wear makeup, except for a light application of lipstick.

5. Dinner will be served promptly at 8:00 PM. The drawings will take place at about 9:00 PM, and paired couples would proceed directly to their designated rooms.

6. Paired couples should allow sufficient time to shower, get dressed and be downstairs by 12:00 midnight.

7. Be sure to shower, before you come to a meeting.

8. No cellphones, cameras, or other photographic or recording devices are allowed.

The actual application was quite straightforward. Besides the perfunctory name, address, etc., questions, it asked if I was allergic to any particular food. We had to check which sexual things we did; straight heterosexual, oral sex and anal sex. Lauren and I checked YES for everything, except anal sex. We had to enclose a 4" X 6" photo of ourselves, from the shoulders up, with the application, along with our $1,000.00 checks. We went in to the clinic on Wednesday for our blood tests, and found out they would take a week for the results. Using Lauren's digital camera, we took pictures of each other, and Lauren printed them out on 4" X 6" photo paper. I knew that Holly and Erin were putting some pressure on Lauren. I couldn't stop thinking about those 7 women in their string bikinis at Erin's and Richard's pool party, and realized that none of them were wearing any makeup, and all were still beautiful pieces of ass. By the end of the week, I had decided to join. Lauren told me that she decided that she wanted to join even before we looked at the rules and application. Thinking that I didn't want my ole dick to fail me at the Swingers Club, I made an appointment at the clinic to see Sarah. I came away with a new prescription for extra strength Viagra and a pill cutter. Sarah suggested that I start by taking only 1/2 a pill and see how it went. I could always take another 1/2 pill, if necessary. We picked up our negative blood tests results on Wednesday. Lauren and I signed our applications and put them in a large envelope marked T.T.S.C., and enclosed our photos, and our checks made out to T.T.S.C. I delivered everything to William at the bank on Friday. Everything was in order and Lauren and I were the newest meat in the Swingers Club.


Our 1st Swingers Club meeting -

Lauren and I got all dressed up in casual dress attire. She looked sumptuous even with only a swipe of lipstick on. We arrived at the mansion about 7:50 PM and mingled and talked with the others in the front parlor. At 8:00 PM, we were called to dinner. Virginia had put place cards by where each person should sit at the 16 chair dining table. These seating assignments changed from meeting to meeting. The caterers served everyone a delicious, but fairly simple dinner, with wine and homemade dessert. The friendly dinner conversation flowed smoothly. As newcomers, I was asked about my rare book and print store, and Lauren was asked about her artwork. An hour was the perfect time to allow for dinner and socializing. After the caterers cleared the table and food away, a stack of photos was brought out by William. I got to pick one of the upside down photos. Erin recorded the picks. I drew Virginia, William's wife. A little later Lauren was drawn by Billy, from the hardware store. When all the women had been selected, we moved to the small elevator. The 4 couple's goings to rooms' #1-#4 on the 2nd floor ascended first. Then the elevator returned for those of us going up to the 4 rooms on the 3rd. floor. I took Virginia's elbow and escorted her into my room and locked the door.

Virginia wore her hair in a long braid, which was the only way I had ever seen her. That night she wore a white floral print dress that ended an inch above her knees. I told her to take off her shoes, dress and bra, and un-braid her hair. Her clothes went in the closet; with her dress on a hanger, her shoes on the closet floor and her bra hung over a clothes hook. Meanwhile, I undressed and put all my clothes in the closet. When Virginia's braid was undone, she shook her hair; finger combed it and fluffed it up. I loved how her long rich shiny dark red hair cascaded down her back and over the tops of her breasts, with a little wave at the ends. I thought she looked much better without the braid. I gently caressed her arms and moved in for my first tentative kiss. I kissed her once, twice, three times and a fourth. Each kiss lasted longer and deepened. By the 4th kiss, our lips were parted and our tongues were probing each other's mouths. I broke it off and moved behind her, but I'd be back. From behind, I cupped and squeezed her 36C breasts and played with her hardening pink nipples. When I rolled those hard perky nipples, Virginia's head lolled back against my shoulder, and she closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. My hands caressed their way down Virginia's front towards her panties, making teasing light little circles all the way down.

When I got to her scanty white panties, I rubbed her pussy through the fabric, until her pussy juices started flowing and had begun to soak her underwear. I peeled her panties off and hung them on the hook in the closet. I faced her and kept about a foot between us. My right hand moved in to play with her pussy, while I stared into her beautiful depthless fiery green eyes for any reaction. I worked 2 fingers deep into her twat, and proved that Virginia was a hot, wet, and ready piece of ass ready to be taken at any time. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and held them up to her lips, saying, "Lick all your pussy juices off my fingers." She didn't hesitate for a second and this was another good sign. We had barely got into some serious kissing, so I stepped up against her, caught her hair and neck in the crook of my left elbow, wrapped my right arm around her back and drew her tight against me. In shifting positions. Virginia's legs parted and my now rigid cock was rubbing her pussy slit. Her arms clasped me behind my back, tightening our clench. We kissed deeply and passionately, until we were both a little breathless.

I told Virginia to get down on her knees and suck my cock, and to do a good job licking and sucking my balls. She dutifully assumed her position and started by thoroughly licking my shaft and getting it nice and wet. Then, she grabbed my cock with one hand and started pumping it like a hand job, while her mouth went under my prick and engulfed my entire scrotum. She sucked and sucked my sac, until I thought she might suck my balls right out. Each of my testicles got a good sucking, before Virginia took my prick into her mouth. I let her swirl her tongue around my penis's head, suck my cock and bob up and down on my cock for about 15 minutes, but she took me in only about 8". I wondered if any or all of the women in the Swingers Club could do deep throat? I grabbed her head and slowly, little by little, I felt its head touch the back of her throat. She didn't choke at all. With that established I fucked her mouth hard and fast, until I exploded down her throat. When Virginia finished swallowing my cum, she apologized saying that I was new and she didn't know if I liked deep throat.. She said that she'd be more than happy to do deep throat on me anytime. I told her get up and sit on the edge of the bed.

I told her to lay back and spread her legs, because "I'm going down on you." She got her pussy just about even with the end of the bed, and spread her legs straight out to each side, like she was trying to do the splits. What a sight! Her pussy glistened and quivered with anticipation. She had a beautiful well trimmed patch of dark red pussy hair, that was maybe just a shade darker than the hair on her head, and her pussy petals were unfolding to reveal a bright pink color. I knelt down and slowly licked the length of her slit 7 or 8 times. I used my fingers to open her up and licked her pussy lips. At last I was getting some vocal response from Virginia, although it was not in the form of words, but started out as soft contented moans. My fingers spread her open even more. The more I licked, the louder her moans got, and the redder her pussy lips got. My tongue swirled around the opening to her love tunnel and plunged in. I tongue fucked her for about5 minutes, making her gasp and buck at my tongue. Back in high school and college, before I met Lauren, I always checked a hot twat for her g-spot. I withdrew my tongue and slipped 2 fingers inside her, like I was finger fucking her, but I was feeling around for a tell tale raised, and sometimes textured area of vaginal wall, near where her clit was. I found it! My tongue continued to lick Virginia's pussy lips, and occasionally flicked her clit, and my finger rubbed her g-spot. It didn't take long. Virginia's loud moans instantly changed to pleas of bewilderment. They were immediately followed by her whole body stiffening and shuddering, and then she screamed and came and squirted all over my face and into my mouth.

She had no idea what had happened. You should have seen the stunned look on her face. I couldn't believe that no one had done this to her before. It was several minutes before Virginia came down enough to speak. Meanwhile, I was holding a couple ounces of her precious pussy juices in my mouth. "What did you just do to me," she asked, "It was the strangest and yet most wonderful orgasm I've ever experienced." "There was no real buildup and it hit me like a bolt of lightning!" I got up, leaned over her and kissed her open mouth, unloading her pussy juices from my mouth to hers, and said, "That was your g-spot and you squirted!" Back on my knees, I held her thighs open and concentrated on her neglected clit By merely swirling my tongue around and around the ever growing and reddening appendage, I got a 2nd orgasm when I licked it several times. I never stopped to let her come down. Maybe I could make her pass out? I gently sucked and sucked that most sensitive growth, as it grew between my lips. Virginia was nearly beside herself and had lost all control. She shook violently, screamed and came for a 3rd time. She still had enough presence of mind, because I asked her if she wanted more. She emphatically nodded her head, yes! I think it took less than a minute. I sucked her clit, while my teeth ever so lightly nibbled it. She came less enthusiastically the 4th time, saying, "NO MORE, NO MORE, I CAN"T TAKE ANYMORE!" She looked totally spent. I went into the bathroom and brought out a hand towel. I wiped my hands and face off and gently cleaned up her legs, pussy and the puddle of pussy juices around her perineum.

I had Virginia scoot up the bed and put her head on a pillow. I said, "I'm going to make love to you, slowly." I supported myself by my knees and arms and climbed over her. For 10-15 minutes, I kissed her and made out with her. Next I kissed and licked and sucked her sensitive areas on her face, neck and down to her breasts. I did the same to her areolas and nipples, finally sucking those luscious buds, until they were long and hard. I licked and kissed my way down to her pubic hair, bent down and licked her pussy several times. Next, I repositioned my body and entered her. When I was deep inside her love canal, I squished her breasts, with my pecs, and let all of my weight rest on her torso, and began kissing her passionately and deeply. Now, I waited to see who would twitch first. She did. I moved my prick about an inch. Pretty soon, I was hammering in and out of her twat, and Virginia was bucking and thrusting her hips, matching me stroke for stroke, until we groaned and came. I buried my cock in her and came, but I was still a little hard. After Virginia had caught her breath, I again started plunging my cock in and out of her, which hardened me up. Soon Virginia joined me in our 2nd pre-coital race to sexual fulfillment. After we came and untangled, I looked at the clock on the bedside table. It said 11:10 PM. There was time for one more quickie.

I pulled out one of the upholstered chairs, bent Virginia over it. My fingers checked and she was still ready to easily accept my cock. I entered her from the rear doggie-style. She could only hold on to the chair's arm for support. I reached around her and played with her free swinging breasts, while I fucked her. I did say quickie, and Virginia came after only 10 minutes or so. I lasted another 5 minutes, but Virginia was through and didn't come again. It was nearly 11:30 PM and we raced into the shower. Virginia took some clips from the sink top caddy, put up her hair and covered it with a plastic shower cap. When Virginia entered the double shower, I had already washed and rinsed my hair. We soaped and rinsed each other off, but I left Virginia's pussy for her to wash. When Virginia washed my balls and cock and legs, she was kneeling on the shower's tile floor. She looked up at me, with her big green eyes, and pleaded with me, "Won't you please let me suck your cock and do deep throat?" "I feel really bad that I didn't do it right the first time." "I really want to make it up to you, and I'LL DO IT WITH NO HANDS!" This time I was new to the Swingers Club and didn't know anything about the protocol in the locked bedrooms. Virginia was so emphatic and sounded so sincere, and my cock was betraying me. I said that I was looking forward to ii and said to go ahead. She asked me to turn the knobs on the 2 shower heads to mist, and we were enveloped in a cloud of fine hot water particles.

Everything was wet already. She gave my scrotum and individual testicles a thorough sucking. Virginia steadied herself by grasping my upper thighs and engulfed my whole cock right to the back of her throat. I felt her rubbing the head of my cock along the back of her throat. Her deep throat blowjob was a 3 fold routine. She sucked and licked the head of my cock and my sensitive glans. Then, the head of my dick was buried in her throat for some throat rubbing and stimulation. Next, she did some real mid-cock sucking and bobbing. This process was repeated time after time. It was either my cock's 4th or 5th trip deep into Virginia's throat that I felt the first inklings that I was gonna come soon. She was licking my glans, under my cock's head, when each of us sensed that I was going to blow. Immediately, Virginia buried my cock into her throat and I shot my load down her throat.

I didn't know what time it was, but we knew we had to hurry. We dried ourselves off, with the provided bath towels. I simply used a blow dryer on my medium length blonde hair, but Virginia had to comb out her hair and then brush it to her satisfaction. I brushed my teeth, using one of the disposable toothbrushes in the sink caddy, and went out to get dressed. I was dressed, except for my sport coat, when Virginia came flying out of the bathroom. On went her panties, bra, dress and shoes. She held her hair up and out of the way, and asked me to zip her up and fasten the little hook at the top back of her dress. Instead, I spun her around, drew her close and kissed her. She had brushed her teeth. I said, "That last BJ you gave me in the shower was really great!" "I had a lot of fun for my first night here, and you were really terrific tonight!" She kissed me back and said that she too had a lot of fun and one big surprise, referring to her g-spot squirt, and said that I was tremendous! With her dress fastened and her hair brushed a little more, I threw on my sport coat and we headed for the elevator. We were all alone for the short ride down. We kissed again and thanked each other for a wonderful evening. Everyone else was gathered in the parlor. We were only 5 minutes late. We gathered up our spouses, said our thanks and goodbyes.

During the short ride home, I said to Lauren that I realized that we weren't supposed to discuss what went on in the bedrooms, but I asked her if she had a good time and was she glad she joined the Swingers Club. A resounding YES was her answer to both my questions. When she asked the same questions of me, I admitted that I was reluctant to join at first, but now I was happy that I had joined. I said that I had a wonderful time. As we pulled into our garage, I asked Lauren if she was OK and had anything left for me. She simply smiled and said "TRY ME!" I took another 1/2 Viagra pill and we screwed and played well into the early hours of Tuesday morning. I thought that it was wonderful that Lauren and I could reaffirm our love for each other, regardless of what occurred hours earlier at the Swingers Club.


2nd Swingers Club Meeting -

I thought that Lauren looked particularly hot when she got dressed. for our 2nd Swingers Club Meeting. She wore a white custom tailored and fitted rather snug silk shirt and a shapely tight navy skirt that ended about an inch above her knees. She also wore 3" heels and a little lipstick. However, when we gathered in the mansion's parlor, I noticed Holly, Erin and Lauren standing together in the center of the room. The 3 women had kinda coordinated their outfits, in that each wore a tight shirt and skirt, heels and lipstick. They were the center of attention. I also noticed that Virginia was wearing her hair down and had been to some beauty shop and gotten a new long wavy hairdo. I complemented her on how nice she looked. At dinner, the conversation was about what was happening around town and the business community. I told everyone that Lauren had recently gotten her paintings into galleries in Durham, Chapel Hill and Raleigh, and I also mentioned that I had some of her original artwork hanging in my shop. Virginia's seating chart had me sitting between Holly and Erin. Three times during dinner, Erin put a hand on my thigh, under the table, and kept creeping it closer and closer to my crotch. Each time I removed her hand, I gave her a stern look, but she only smiled innocently back at me. The odds were 1 in 7 that I'd draw her picture. I whispered in her ear that if I drew her picture, she'd really be sorry. It was an idle threat, because I had nothing specifically in mind. The dinner table was being cleared, the women's pictures were brought out and the new rotation began. William drew first and got Lauren. I drew 2nd, and wouldn't you know it, I drew Erin's photo. When all the women had been selected, we boarded the elevator in 2 shifts and went up to our designated rooms. As soon as I got Erin and I in my room and locked the door, Erin grabbed my belt and undid my pants, trying to get at my cock. I said, "Whoa, hold on, who's in charge here anyway?"

I told Erin to stand still and face the bed. Moving behind her, I undressed and hung my clothes in the closet. My socks were rolled in my shoes and placed on the closet floor. I walked around in front of Erin wearing only my boxers. I turned away from her and peeled my shorts off, and turned around showing her my cock. Erin licked her lips and asked if she could suck my cock now. "Maybe later," I said, "Now stand still and don't say another word!" Even in her 4" heels, Erin's 5'2" height barely brought the top of her head up to my chin. Nevertheless, I bent over and started kissing her. Her lips parted immediately and we went at each other hot and heavy for about 10 minutes. I had to break it off, before she swallowed my tongue. I pulled her red silk shirt out from her skirt's waistband slowly and unbuttoned it. When it was off her body, I hung it up in the closet. I came up behind her and cupped and squeezed her breasts and rubbed her nipples through her bra. This caused Erin to start moaning almost constantly. Next her black lacy bra came off and was hung on a closet hook. The label read 38C. I was back behind her squeezing and playing and tormenting her breasts. After I rubbed and rolled her nipples, I gave them a good hard pinch. "OUCH," she yelled. Quickly, I was back in front of Erin, and bent way over to suck her nipples, until the moaning resumed.

I put my right hand under Erin's skirt and on her inner right thigh. Slowly, I caressed tender little circles up her thigh, until my hand hit her lace panties. I started rubbing her pussy, through her underwear, until they were damp. With my left hand, I pulled her skirt up, and with my right hand, I pulled her panties down to her knees. My fingers started teasing and playing with her pussy. Soon, I had 2 fingers inside her, finger fucking her, while my thumb occasionally rubbed her clit. I knew that I was driving her crazy, but Erin dared not say a word. Her tight black skirt came off next and I hung it up in the closet. Finally, I stripped off her wet black lacy panties and flung them towards the closet. All of this foreplay was having its effect on me too. I backed Erin up against a wall. I told her that I was going to lift her up, and she was to wrap her legs around my waist, wrap her arms around my neck and let her pussy slide onto my erect penis.

I was holding Erin against the wall and supporting her with one hand grasping each of her ass cheeks. Erin had kicked off her heels and had her ankles firmly locked around my waist. Her arms had my neck in a death lock. I was so deep inside her cunt that there the only way to fuck her was to withdraw and plunge. I could either hold her against the wall, squat down, or plunge upwards, but I didn't know how long my knees and legs would hold out. Or, I could easily push her up and down the wall and fuck her that way, but I'd probably scrape her back raw. You see that I really hadn't thought this whole thing out. If Erin were only taller. Erin's arms and their vice-like grip around my neck put our mouths within inches of each other. Erin's lips captured mine. Her tongue was doing crazy things to my tongue and in my mouth. I started fucking her, using just 2"-3" long thrusts, but I was deep inside her and my pubic hairs were rubbing across her clit. We were in the middle of one of our passionate never ending open mouthed tongue dueling kisses, when Erin broke it off. She shrieked, "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT, I'm gonna come already!" I hadn't played with her pussy all that long. I thought that I had just teased her and got her warmed up. However, come she did, with a quivering spasming body, but I did not stop. About 5 minutes later, Erin had another screaming ear splitting body quaking orgasm. Finally, I think that Erin was just getting tired, and she had a 3rd orgasm at the same time I groaned and shot my wad deep into her.

I carried her over to the bed and plopped down on my back, with Erin and I chest to chest. She could lie on my chest, until she recovered from her 3 orgasms. Sometime later a sheepish little voice asked, "Can I suck your cock now?" I sprang into action, while I said, "Maybe in a little while." I shifted her off me, but left her sprawled on her stomach. I quickly scooted behind her, grabbed an ankle and pulled her down and over the bottom edge of the bed. During this short and surprising encounter, for Erin, I had snagged her other ankle. When I finished, she was kneeling on the floor, with her body draped over the bottom of the bed. I told her to put her hands behind her back. I positioned them so that my left hand could tightly grasp both of her wrists. "Remember what I whispered in your ear during dinner?" I said, "Well, this is what you deserve for all your flirting." Whack, Whack, Whack, I smacked her ample, but not fat, ass cheeks, with my right open palm. I had never hit a woman before, but this was fun and it seemed the thing to do. Whack, Whack, Whack, I continued to alternately smack her ass cheeks. Erin wailed and howled bloody murder for about the first 15 blows, but when I finished a full 40 smacks, with a sore hand, Erin had ceased her protestations and was moaning and seemed to get turned on by the whole ordeal. Her ass cheeks were a nice bright red. Besides a promiscuous ceaseless flirt, did I have a pain slut on my hands??? I reached around her legs and checked her pussy. Sure enough, Erin's pussy juices were running down her legs. "Now you can suck my cock," I told her, "If you still want to."

I moved over to the center of the floor. Erin crawled over to me, with her head hanging down. But, when she knelt upright, she had a devilish triumphant grin on her face. Her mouth captured my whole scrotum, which was followed by her sucking my sac, each of my individual testicles, and licking everything slobbering wet. However, when she went for my cock, I said, "If you want to suck my cock, you have to do it with no hands." "Now, clasp your wrists behind your back." She did and tried to catch my cock with her mouth, but I kept teasing her and moving it around. After 3 tries, Erin whined, "No fair." I had teased her enough and let her have at it. She about swallowed my cock whole. After sucking on it hard and massaging my cock's head for a little while, she resorted to her favorite teasing blowjob moves. She teased and bobbed and sucked, both fast and ever so slow, plus re-licking my whole shaft and taking me into her throat 5 or 6 times, before I lost it and gave in to Erin's talented mouth and blasted my cum down her throat. "Lick me clean," I commanded, and sit on the edge of the bed and lean back." "I'm going to eat your pussy now!" "BTW," I inquired, "do you have a g-spot?" She answered that neither Richard nor her had been able to find one. Nevertheless, I would check for myself. If I remembered, I could probably find out what percentage of women had g-spots or whether they developed, when a woman became more sexually mature.

I've mentioned Erin's big brown flirty eyes and eyelashes. She has jet black hair cut and styled into a short cute pixie cut. She must have sprayed half a can of neutral smelling hairspray on, because not a hair on her head seemed to move, whether she was sucking or fucking. In my mind, I could not think of a girl or woman, that I had been with, who had black hair. I knelt down at the foot of the bed, spread her legs, and found the hairiest pussy that I had ever seen. Her curly black pubic hair seemed to be everywhere. I dove alongside her pussy lips and down into her perineum. She had obviously trimmed some hair away to allow her to wear a string bikini and semi-racy panties. There was nothing to do but to plunge right in. I spread her pussy lips, with my fingers, and licked her inner and outer labia lips thoroughly. After a few light licks over her clit, I plunged my tongue into her cunt. Erin panted and moaned and buck her hips as I tongue fucked her. It was time to look for a g-spot. My tongue was replaced by 2 fingers deep inside her. I finger fucked her twat, while my fingers checked around in there for any signs of a g-spot. No luck. While I continued with the finger fucking, my tongue had been circling her growing reddening clit. Just a few slow licks, across Erin's clit, caused her to scream, violently shudder, and spun into some spasmodic Never Never land. After Erin's body tremors subsided I started sucking her clit. Higher and higher I took her, until she managed one blood curdling anguished scream and collapsed into orgasmic oblivion. It was a full five minutes, before Erin recovered.

Then there was her pleading voice, "Can I suck your cock again?" "Not yet," I said and told her to scoot up to the head of the bed and told her that I was going to fuck her brains out. I climbed over her and entered her immediately. I supported my upper body with my forearms, but her head was covered by my chest and she turned her head to one side to breathe. Erin bucked and yowled, until we both came. Then, I rolled her on top of me, with my cock still inside her, and resumed fucking her from below. Or, who was actually fucking who? Erin's legs powered her up and down on my cock, while my hips bucked in sync. We started with long slow deep strokes. She went faster and I matched her speed. Then, I would go faster and Erin had to pump faster. It was almost like a race to orgasm, and we were both laughing as we hurdled to our inevitable climaxes. Eventually, I could tell that Erin was nearing her climax, and I let go in order to climax with Erin. After a suitable recovery period lying on my chest, where she had collapsed, I told Erin to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed, with her body draped over the mattress. I gave her 3 choices for the remaining time we had, before we would have to shower. I could spank her bottom again, or I could fuck her doggie-style, or we could try a blowjob in a different position.

Erin wanted to do all three! She reasoned that I could fuck her from behind and spanking her simultaneously, and of course, she was always up for any kind of cocksucking. I smacked her butt cheeks a few times and then entered her. Once I got going, I easily got into a rhythm. I whacked her right ass cheek on one thrust, switch hands holding her hips on my next thrust, and smacked her left ass cheek on my 3rd thrust. Besides Erin's constant moans, she kept yelling, "FASTER, FASTER and HARDER, HARDER!" I wasn't sure if she wanted me to fuck her faster, or harder, or spank her faster or harder, or what. So, I did both. She wiggled her fine ass at me. I fucked her harder and faster and really wailed on her fiery red buns. Finally, Erin jammed some sheet into her mouth and screamed and screamed, as I pumped my load of cum deep into her twat. She peered up at me, with a satisfied smile on her face, and said, "That was really a tremendous mind blowing experience," but I noticed a tear forming in one of her eyes. She turned around and looked at her sorry beaten ass and said, "Wow, it's going to take several hours for that to go away, but I've gotten used to it and Richard does it even harder and it's really a turn on for me. Yep, I had a nymphomaniac cocksucking pain slut on my hands.

I got Erin back up on the bed. I had her lie on her back, with her head hanging over and down the mattress's edge. I asked her Aif she really wanted to try sucking me off from her upside down position. She did. At first, I let her lick and suck my balls and generously slobber her saliva all over my prick. After that, Erin tried to suck and bob up and down on my cock, but I never gave her the chance. I plunged my cock deep into her throat. It was a direct shot and Erin could do no more that hang on with her lips and trail her tongue along the top of my cock. Several times I left my cock deep in her throat, so that Erin had to turn her head to one side in order to take in more air. I ravaged and raped her mouth, and eventually shot my load down Erin's throat. Erin could not readily swallow my enormous load of cum. She, again, had to turn her head to one side and swallow my cum in little gulps. The bedside table's clock read 11"20 PM, and I thought we had plenty of time to shower and get dressed.

We headed for the shower and Erin put on a shower cap. I washed my hair, while Erin soaped me up. Then, I soaped her up, leaving Erin's pussy for her to flush clean with clear water. We rinsed under the separate shower heads, and Erin dropped to her knees. Before I knew what was happening, she had my cock in her mouth. I didn't know if I had any more left in me, but Erin had me hard as a rock in no time. She gave me another spectacular blowjob. We dried off, brushed our teeth, and Erin rubbed some lotion into her rapidly lightening ass. With just a few flicks of a comb, she was out of the bathroom to get dressed. When I got out to the bedroom, she had her bra and panties on, and was buttoning up her silk shirt. I dressed. The clock showed only 11:50 PM. We were both ready to go, but I approached Erin and held her by the shoulders. I said, "I really had a lot of fun with you and you were GREAT, and I hoped that I had not been too hard on her." She replied, "Oh no, not at all," "You were tremendous and I had a blast!" I bent down and kissed her, and we headed for the elevator, just in time to catch other couples leaving. During our short ride home, I must have had some kind of grin on my face. Lauren asked me what I was smiling about. I replied that I really ad a lot of fun with Erin. Lauren said that I knew you would, "But did you save some for me?" I replied that I'd give her all she could take!


The 3rd Swingers Club Party -

Two weeks later, the 3rd Swingers Club meeting would be a ladies pick. After dinner was over and the table cleared, the men's pictures were brought out, put face down on the dinner table and scrambled up. Lauren picked in my 3rd position and got Pete. Hollly picked in Pete's #5 position and drew me. When Holly and I got into my 3rd floor bedroom #8, She told me to undress and stand anywhere in the center of the floor. We watched each other, as we undressed, though both of us had seen each in swimsuits at the pool party. My cock and Holly's tits and pussy were eventually revealed to each other. I would have liked to have taken her right then, but I had to remember that she gave the orders that night. Holly stood about 3" shorter than me, in her bare feet, which was a perfect height for me. Her sandy brown hair worn down to her shoulders didn't do much for me. She had brown eyes and a beautiful strong featured face, with luscious lips. She had a firm perfectly shaped body, though she was big boned and probably out weighed my Lauren by 10-15 pounds. Cal me a tit man that night, because Holly had a pair of the most beautiful 36D tits that did not show one millimeter of sag. We smiled as we checked out each other's naked bodies.

Holly stepped forward and placed her hands on my biceps. After checking them out, she ran her hands over my pecs, then abs, then down my waists and hips, and cupped my tight ass cheeks. She drew me as close as possible, and our bodies seemed to mold together perfectly. We started kissing, tentatively at first, but soon our mouths were open and our lips easily molded to each other's. Holly's arms went around my neck and held me tightly, while our tongues dueled and explored. I put my arms around her back and crushed her to me, feeling her firm big tits rest against my chest. We couldn't keep this up for much longer without one of us having to catch our breath. Holly caved first, spun free and turned her back to me. She hefted her beautiful big breasts and told me to play with her babies. From behind her, I cupped each of her breasts. Even with my relatively large hands, they were just a little more than a handful. I squeezed and kneaded them good and diddled and rolled and even gently pinched her nipples. She spun around again and told me to lick and suck her nipples. By then, my cock was at full attention. Holly turned around again and we resumed kissing, but Holly had placed my cock between her legs and clamped her legs together. As we continued to kiss, she moved her hips back and forth, so that my cock massaged her pussy slit.

I was taken by surprise, when holly told me to enter her pussy. We shifted positions a little, so that we could keep kissing, while I now had access to her pussy. One finger slipped right in, and I soon followed with a 2nd. I was slowly finger fucking her, and she finally started gasping and moaning. I asked her if she wanted to come. She stammered out, "OH YES, PLEASE, at least once and maybe twice. I now had control of that beautiful body, with just 2 fingers. I probed around in her cunt and then started finger fucking her in earnest. I wanted to see if Holly would come with just vaginal stimulation. In and out, faster and faster, and it didn't take long at all for Holly's knees to buckle fir an instant, I kept my 2 fingers deep in her twat, gathered her head in the crook of my elbow and locked her into an unbreakable kiss, which I didn't think she wanted to break, and started rubbing my thumb around her clit. We each broke for a second, to take a breath, and then my thumb was rubbing her clit. In less than 30 seconds, Holly screamed into my mouth and came. I held her up, wile she recovered, and then she said, "THAT WAS FANTASTIC~!"

Holly dropped to her knees, grabbed my cock and licked and sucked my balls. Next she licked my whole shaft and started working on her blowjob. She took my cock into her mouth and into her throat. On my cock's 3rd trip down Holly's throat, I lost it and shot my wad down her throat. She did swallow all my cum and licked my cock clean. If I were to rank blowjobs, with 4 other women yet to be with, Holly would be tied with Virginia for 3rd. Although we weren't allowed to discuss anything that went on in the bedrooms, my Lauren was a clear 1st, and Erin would rank 2nd. I've gone into some detail about my first half hour with Holly, because the next hour and 15 minutes or so was repetitious and bears repeating only once.

Holly told me to lie on the bed. She crept cat-like over my body, until she reached my head. As she moved, her big d-cup breasts hung down and swayed in unison. There she gave me a scorching kiss and retreated down to my flaccid dick. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked it, until it was again a flagpole standing straight up in the air. Now upright on her knees, Holly positioned her body over my crotch, fingered herself and eased her love box down on my rigid member, until it was completely inside her. Then, she took me on the ride of my life. Using her powerful thigh muscles, combined with the spring in the bed's mattress, she rode me like a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco. I, of course, thrust my hips up to meet each of her down thrusts. I was mesmerized by the sight of Holly's magnificent breasts bouncing and flapping up and down in time with her thrusts. When we came, Holly collapsed forward to rest her chest on mine, but kept the head of my cock in her cunt, as a plug. When she recovered, she mashed each of her tits into my mouth and let me suck her nipples. Quick as that cat, she had straddled my face and forced her pussy onto my mouth. I had to eat her pussy, with all her dripping pussy juices and the remnants of my cum still dribbled out of her love hole.. When Holly came , she returned to my cock, sucked me hard again and rode me like a champion bucking bronco rider. She repeated the whole routine 3 times in a row. I had a face full and mouth full of her pussy juices and my own cum running from my crotch up to my face.

I gave Holly great orgasms. She rested a few minutes, and after her 3rd rug muncher, bounded off the bed, pulled out the padded dressing bench, lay down on her back and told me to come and eat her out for the 4th time. Well, the 4th time actually turned into 5. I knelt between her raised spread legs. After the requisite licking, my tongue dove into her cunt and tongue fucked her for a short while. My tongue was quickly replaced by 2 fingers. I explored around in there in the likely place. You know what I was looking for and found it! In my limited experiences with g-spots, Holly's was the largest and most prominent one I had ever felt. I rubbed Holly's g-spot, and even before I had a chance to lick or suck her clit, she came like a screaming banshee. The stream of pussy juices that shot out of her cunt would probably have gone 2', if my face and mouth hadn't been in the way. Most of her pussy juices hit my face and mouth, but I saved some in my mouth. I crawled around the dressing bench to Holly's head. While she was still gasping open mouthed, from her mammoth squirt orgasm, I kissed her and deposited her own pussy juices in her mouth. Here was where the 5th beaver eating orgasm occurred, and it didn't take very long. Holly was primed for another even greater orgasm. I was back over her pussy. Her clit was red and engorged. I licked that appendage, and took it in my mouth and sucked the Hell out of it. I'm not sure if you can count what followed as one or two or three orgasms? No one will ever know for sure, but I thought Holly might pass out on me. It took her quite some time to regain her senses. When she did, she said that that had been TREMENDOUS! Before we went in the bathroom to shower, Holly gave me another blowjob and I fucked her doggie-style, while she was bent over one of the upholstered chairs in the bedroom.

While in the shower together, Holly backed against the tiled wall, spread her legs and told me to eat her out one last time. I had been thinking that perhaps there was some tradition or protocol, where when the man was in control, he got a blowjob in the shower, and when the woman was in charge, she got her pussy eaten in the shower. Holly confirmed this for me, and I knelt and ate her out one final time. She didn't use a shower cap, and it seemed to take forever for her to blow-dry, comb out and brush her hair. I was dressed and ready when Holly came out of the bathroom. I helped her put on her dress. She told me that I had been UNBELEIVABLE and thanked me. What could I say? I told her that she had been really great. I want to report that in the 3 other times we were together in my room, over the first year in the Swingers Club, our sexual experiences became more versatile and fun. However, even though it was highly recommended that we not talk about or compare our sexual experiences at the Swingers Club. In the back of my mind, I thought that Holly might have gotten some advice or suggestions from either Erin or Lauren, because the 3 of them had vecome thick as thieves..

Lauren and I completed our 1st year with the Swingers Club and paid our dues for another year. The Club did not meet on the 2nd Monday in December, for the Christmas and New Year's Holidays. There is the law of averages, but it didn't necessarily work out for the Swingers Club. You'd think that under the law of averages, with 7 women and 25 weeks, I should have been with 3 women during our 1st year in the Club. However, it didn't work out that way for me and about half of the other men. During our 1st year, I had been with Jeannie only once, and with Sarah only twice. The Swingers Club had a reconciliation meeting. Erin, our Secretary/Treasurer had the Master chart. Erin scheduled me to be with Jeannie and Sarah each week, for the next 4 weeks, with me being in charge one of the weeks, and Jeannie and Sarah being in charge of me the other weeks. This affected mostly the men, but Lauren and some of the other women were also affected.


Chapter 3 - Lesbian Bondage Sex, Bondage Sex and More

Hi, this is Lauren. This Chapter will bring you back to the little teaser at the beginning of Chapter 1, and conclude that section. But first ... It all started rather innocently. Holly, Erin and I had been meeting alternately at each other's houses on Wednesdays for lunch. We would gab and gossip, and at Erin's and my house, we would swim in our pools. Well, one Wednesday we were lunching at Holly's, when the subject of our sex lives came up. We had hinted around the subject before, but this time I was pressed about how many times a week Dean and I were doing it. When I told them that sometimes we did it everyday, but at a minimum 4-5 times a week, they were astonished. Holly complained that Pete worked at the firehouse for 48 hours straight, and often he was too tired to do it. Consequently, Holly only got laid a couple times a week, and maybe 3 times. Erin lamented that Richard was gone 2 days a week, but did not have it as bad as Holly. Then, the subject of masturbation and vibrators came up. It was understandable That Holly and Erin used theirs several times a week. I told them that I used mine a few times a week, after lunch, and it set me up for the rest of the day, until Dean came home. I saw Erin look at Holly and give her a little nod. Then, Holly proposed that next week, when I would host our luncheon. We would all bring our vibrators and have a masturbation fest! Everyone thought that it was a great idea and we agreed.

The following Wednesday we had lunch at my house. Everyone brought their vibrators and we passed them around. We discussed our various techniques. You recall that Holly lived right behind us through the gate in the back fence. Erin lived just 6 houses down from us on the opposite side of the street. The girls simply walked over wearing string bikinis covered by a beach robe. Anyone noticing them would think they were coming to my house for a swim, as we had been doing for weeks. I had changed the sheets in our bed that morning and left the bedcovers off. After lunch, everyone went up to my bedroom and stripped. Considering what we were about to do, this was not the time to b modest. We each took positions on an open side of the bed and laid on our backs, with our legs up. Our heads were kinda grouped in the center of the bed. We fired up our vibrators and began. I had 3 different ones, and chose to use my biggest and most versatile realistic penis vibe, which measured 2" in diameter by 8" long, and had a nice looking head, glans and veins. I chose to warm myself up by running it at a medium speed and moving the vibrator 1st up and down my inner thighs and all around my perineum, before ever touching my pussy with its head. I liked the feel of a slow buildup, before getting right to it. Next, I ran the buzzing phallus round and round my labia lips, building my internal excitement little by little. By then all of us were panting and moaning at various loudness levels and frequency.

Finally, I switched the vibrator speed to high and plunged it in my love tunnel. When I masturbated, I liked to fuck myself first, before moving on to my clit for as many additional orgasms as I wanted. I held the base of the vibrator and thrust it in and out of me, until I got a good rhythm going and my hips started bucking. After I got going, it was kind of a combination of hip thrusting and hand thrusting, depending on my mood and urgency, until I came with my 1st orgasm. Erin and Holly had already come, and were working on their 2nd orgasms. I gave myself a few minutes to enjoy my 1st orgasm, and then slowly crept, with the tip of the vibrator, towards my clit. I circled my sensitive button, until I just about couldn't take anymore. Then I held the tip of the vibrator right on my clit, until I shrieked and came. After everyone had come twice, Erin wanted to try Holly's vibe. So we all switched and had another orgasm. We switched one more time, so that everyone could try each other's vibrators, and had our 4th orgasms. I had washrags and towels ready in the master bathroom for cleaning up. After that, we all put on our string bikinis and had a swim in our pool. It was Holly who suggested that we do it again next Wednesday at Erin's house, but she wanted to try something different. She wanted to see how Erin and I liked it, if Holly used our vibrators simultaneously and got us off. Erin and I quickly agreed and it was all set.

On the following Wednesday, we had lunch at Erin's and adjourned to her bedroom. We all stripped and Erin and I lay side by side along one side of her bed. We put our legs up an Holly began working on us simultaneously. I was really excited, because this was a new sexual experience. Dean had eaten my pussy and fucked me every which way, but he never used one of my vibrators on me. My pussy was wet with anticipation. Holly was merrily fucking Erin and me, with our vibrators, and Erin was desperately bucking her hips next to me, while I had just started. I wasn't sure, when it was my turn, if I could do one thing to Holly and another to Erin and get them both off. Holly was doing Erin's clit, while she had me bucking and gyrating all over the place. Erin came, and in that brief pause, Holly moved my vibrator to my clit. I think she wanted me to catch up to Erin, because she put the head of my vibrator right on my clit. Erin and I were moaning away. I gasped and shuddered and came. Erin screamed and had her 2nd orgasm, about a minute or 2 later. Within another minute, I screamed and shook and spasmed violently, with my 2nd orgasm. Erin and I lay there on the bed for several minutes panting and gulping air. We stood up, with our dripping pussies, and then it happened. My life changed forever.

Holly grabbed me, spun me around and pushed me face down on the bed. She was a strong woman, who outweighed me by probably 15 pounds, and she straddled my thighs and held me down. Holly pulled my arms behind my back and held them so that my wrists were crossed. Erin was there and tied my wrists tightly behind my back. I was so shocked that I hadn't uttered any protest. Erin shoved, what I later learned was called a ballgag, into my mouth and fastened it behind my head. I wanted to say, "What the fuck are you guys doing," but all that came out was garbled sounds. I was flipped onto my back. One at a time, my legs were brought up, and my ankles were tied to my thighs. They called this a frog-tie. Erin was on the bed gently squeezing my breasts. Holly knelt on the floor, spread my legs and kissed my pussy. She was going down on me and there wasn't anything I could do to stop her. Fortunately, this wasn't the 1st time that I felt the touch of a woman's tongue down there. During my freshman year at Duke, I had experimented numerous times, with several of my dorm mates. Holly started, as I normally do with my vibrator, by licking my inner thighs and perineum. Erin kept whispering in my ear, "Relax and enjoy it, just relax and enjoy it. DAMN IT, I WAS ENJOYING IT! Holly did a long thorough job, and eventually I had a spectacular orgasm, when she sucked my clit.

Holly and Erin switched places. Erin had been playing with my breasts and diddling my nipples the whole time. I hadn't realized how hard and turned on they were. Erin held my legs open, but immediately plunged her tongue in my vagina. She probed around in there and tongue fucked me. Then she went right for my clit. She captured it with her lips and sucked and pulled. I came. She sucked and pulled harder. I came again. I didn't know how long my engorged distended clit had become. Erin sucked and nibbled on my clit. I came for a 3rd time. You didn't think that was going to be it, did you? When I recovered, my legs were untied and I got up. Erin made me kneel alongside the bed between Holly's legs. Erin took my ballgag off, but my wrists still remained tied behind my back. I had no urge to say anything. I knew what they expected, and I wanted dearly to pleasure my friends, as they had just pleasured me. So, I did my best and ate out Holly and Erin in much the same way that the 2 of them combined had done to me. I kept at it, until each of my girlfriends had 3 orgasms. When Erin had recovered, they took me into the exercise room.

I was placed below their chinning bar. The horizontal chining bar was supported by two 3" vertical pipes standing about 3' apart. My ballgag was buckled back in my mouth. My legs were spread and my ankles tied to the bottom of the chinning bar pipes. Erin had my big 2" X 8" penis vibrator. She worked 2 fingers into my love canal and opened me up. My vibrator was turned on to a low speed and rammed all the way inside me. I watched curiously, as Holly took a long piece of rope, doubled it on itself and tightly cinched the end loop around my waist and behind my back. The remainder of the 2 strands of rope was threaded through my ass crack and through my pussy lips. The ends were brought up in front of me and slipped under the doubled rope around my waist. The rope ends were pulled very tight, burying my vibrator deep inside me, and tied off. I, of course, was getting turned on by my vibrator buzzing slowly inside me, but I also felt the strands of rope vibrating, from the base of the vibrator, and stimulating each side of my clit. Holly told me that it was called a crotchrope. Erin said, "There's just one more little thing that is part of our little initiation." "Bend over, and if you don't bend over, we can tie you in that position." I was pr etty sure that I knew what was coming. I bent over at the waist. They went around behind me and each of them started spanking one of my ass cheeks, with a ping pong paddle.. I couldn't remember ever being spanked, even as a young child. I shook my head no and moaned into the ballgag, as they continued whacking my butt. A strange thing happened about halfway through my spanking. The pain from my smarting ass radiated to my pussy. Despite my vibrating love tunnel and my rope assisted vibrating clit, I was getting even more turned on. When my spanking was over, I really wanted and needed to come. Erin told me that I could stand up. My butt really burned, and I looked behind me and saw that my ass cheeks were a bright flaming red.

For about the next 1-1/2-2 hours, I stood there bound, legs spread and being vibrated crazy, I watched Erin and Holly, while they demonstrated different ways to tie each other up. When one was tied up, she ate the other's pussy, and vice versa. All of it was very interesting and I thought that it all looked like a lot of fun. When they finished, Erin took my crotchrope off and removed my vibrator. Erin knelt and began licking my pussy. She teased my pussy and brought me to the brink of orgasm time after time. Erin paused, looked up at me and asked me if I wanted to come. I vigorously nodded my head, yes. Holly knelt and took over from Erin. Again and again, she brought me to the brink. I was getting frantic. I never experienced that feeling of denial before, and it was a wicked delicious feeling. Holly asked me if I wanted to join them and play with them every week. I started mulling her request over. Dean and I had a great sex life and this would not affect my performance in bed with him in any way. I took too long. Holly resumed licking and teasing my pussy. I couldn't stand it. I tried to beg Holly to finish me off. I'm certain she recognized my gagged garbed urgency. She licked my pussy some more and looked up at me and asked, "Do you want to come now, and will you play these games with us every week?" This was pure coercion, but I nodded my head, yes. HOLY SHIT, Holly really finished me off. I came and shrieked and came and screamed and came. Erin had to support me, when my knees buckled. WOW, the power of a woman's tongue, over another woman, was awesome! Next to the chinning bar was a weight lifting setup. The girls had pulled out the padded weight lifting bench and used it for their demonstrations for me. My ankles were untied, but my wrists were still tied behind my back. Though it was a first for me, I really felt hot and all warm and gooey being tied helpless, struggling and writhing about, while having some of the most intense orgasms that I had ever experienced. Of course, before they untied me, I had to kneel on the floor and eat out each of their pussies, while they sat on the padded bench. After I was untied, we headed for the pool.

Erin's pool was completely private and secluded from any neighbor's prying eyes. Tall bushy trees surrounded her backyard. In the front of those trees was almost a jungle of screening bushes. I couldn't even see a glimpse of Erin's neighbor's houses on either side or behind her house. Everyone swam 4 laps of the pool and that pretty well cleaned off our faces and pussies of residual pussy juices. WE huddled in shoulder deep water. I clenched and kissed Erin and Holly, and thanked them for letting me join them. Underwater, I felt a finger working its way into my pussy. It was Erin. She mouthed to me, "YOU'RE MINE!" They explained to me that for the next 2-3 weeks, I would become their personal bondage sex slave. I would be tied up for 3-4 hours each week and do their bidding. They said that they had some other toys to try out on me. However, as best as they could, with time considerations, Orgasms would be equal. We dried off poolside and went back to Erin's bedroom to put on our string bikinis and beach robes. Holly walked back with me and went through our backyard and gate in the fence, and back to her house. On the walk back, Holly asked me if I really wanted to do it. I assured her that I did and was looking forward to our next luncheon at her house the following Wednesday. Geez, it was 4:30 PM and Dean closed his bookstore at 5:00 PM, unless he was delayed. I had a quick shower, put on some clothes and started dinner. There was one phone message that Dean would be late. We had a typical conversational dinner. I mentioned nothing about my day's experiences. After dinner, we watched Wheel Of Fortune and Jeopardy. As usual, I whipped his sorry butt. Dean set the DVR and hauled me up to our bedroom for sex. We had our usual sex, blowjobs, pussy eating and fucking, for about 3 hours. That night was the first time that I had ever faked an orgasm.

The next day, after Dean had left for work, I could barely contain my excitement. I went to the website, where I bought my vibrators online. Not only did they show a lot of vibrators, but they had a huge selection of other sex toys and some padded leather handcuffs. I ordered a whole bunch of things. After lunch, I drove to the hardware store and parked in their rear parking lot. I was hoping that I wouldn't run into Dean. I bought a whole 250' foot roll of 1/2" soft cotton rope. I wondered about the frayed ends on the ropes of that type. The helpful hardware clerk told me about 2 options. I could burn the cut ends, with a candle or lighter, until it melted and fused together, but the melted ends would cool and be quite hard. I'm pretty sure that the rope I was tied with at Erin's was finished this way. The clerk had another solution. He took me to the electrical department and showed me some 1" long tubes that could be heated either with a candle or lighter. They were used to electronically insulate the bare ends of a bunch of wires and shrunk with the application of heat. I bought a bag of those in the 1/2" size. Before I left, I bought a duffle bag to hold and hide my ropes and other goodies that I bought online. If all of this worked out, I would want Dean to tie me up and screw me, but I was getting way ahead of myself.

Back at home, I had to experiment for awhile. I cut some rope lengths and tied my knees and ankles together, just like the girls showed me yesterday. It took a bit of practice to wrap the rope 6-8 times around, without getting it too tight, and then tighten the whole thing by cinching and knotting the rope ends between my limbs. I figured that the length that was right for my ankles would be OK for my wrists. I took off my dress and cut a length of rope for a crotchrope. When I tied it on over my panties and walked around, it really felt good. I just had to get my vibrator and crotchrope deep inside me running on low. I put a pair of cotton panties on. I spent about 3/4 of an hour squirming and twitching, while I cut lengths of rope and used a candle to heat and shrink the tubes on the ends. When I finished, I was so turned on that I ripped off my panties, untied my crotchrope, and masturbated, using my vibrator on high. I put all my finished ropes in my new duffle bag and hid it in the back of my closet.

For the next 3 Wednesdays Holly and Erin tied me up for 3-4 hours per afternoon. I was their little lesbian sex slave, but they saw to it that the rewards were distributed as equally as possible. That is, I got my pussy eaten just as much as they did. It was kind of like when Dean and I bought our house, and made love anywhere and everywhere we could think of. In each of our houses, Erin and Holly tied me up on or over different pieces of furniture in various positions. When it was my turn to host our little play parties, we tried my new padded leather cuffs, and the girls were impressed with the way I had finished the ends of my cotton rope lengths. After that day, Erin and Holly made a beeline for the hardware store and bought bags of those little shrinkable tubes that I used on my ropes. From that day forward, my way of finishing the ends of our ropes became our standard. I found that my padded leather cuffs were great for long periods of being bound, without leaving the telltale rope marks, but I found that in most cases, I preferred the feel and tightness of being bound with soft cotton rope. I saw the various strapons, when I ordered my toys, but didn't buy any. However, Erin and Holly had several. Some were plain dildos and others had built-in vibrators. One in particular was an ugly black knobby vicious looking 2" X 8" phallus.

Erin and Holly tied me up in different ways. My arms were long and thin enough to enable me to be tied in virtually any way. I had my wrists tied palm-to palm behind my back. In addition to that, they were able to tie my elbows touching together and it was quite comfortable. Another position quickly became my favorite. They twisted my arms behind my back and forced my hands up between my shoulder blades. My wrists were tied crossed in that position, and I found that I could comfortably endure that position for at least 2 hours. I loved the tightness that occurred, when my chest muscles were tightened and stretched, and I thought that I looked pretty hot with my 36Cs thrust out and vulnerable. It wasn't all simple pussy eating. They bent me over tables and chairs and literally fucked me doggie-style with their strapons. Often, they made me suck their strapons, after it had reamed my pussy, and made me do a fake deep throat blowjob on the phallus that was dripping with my pussy juices. Erin and I had weight benches in our exercise/entertainment rooms. I think that of all the positions they tied me in, I liked it when they tied me down to a padded weight bench, with my legs frog-tied. One of them went down on me, while the other straddled my face and had me eat their pussy. It was a bit of a challenge to continue licking one of their pussies while I was distracted by the other one licking my pussy.

On the 4th week after my original initiation, I became an equal. I had learned enough to tie Erin and Holly up, as they had previously tied me up. I experienced the joy of straddling one of their faces and having them eat my pussy, while the other woman licked the tied victim's pussy. On the 5th week after my initiation, which happened to be held at Holly's house, Holly told us that she had a desire to try getting fucked up the ass. Holly called the local clinic and made an appointment for all of us later that week. Sarah was a LPN, RN and PA. As a Physician's Assistant for her doctor husband, Gerald, she could write prescriptions. When all 3 of us went in for our appointment, we let Holly take the lead. She nervously asked about the safest way to take it up the ass. Sarah replied, "Let's assume that you mean with a dildo, since the 3 of you are here together, but if you mean with a penis, my answer would be the same." "You know that gay men do it all the time that way, and you've probably heard or read that male prisoners in jails get "raped" that way all the time, with no permanent damage. Sarah recommended that a Fleets quick action enema be taken well before the act, and a water based lube be liberally used before penetration. After the act was completed, Sarah said that the penetrating phallus should be disinfected with anti-bacterial soap, and then cleansed with isopropyl alcohol, before being reused in another sexual way or on anyone else. Sarah told us that the clinic's pharmacy sold all of the necessary items over the counter. Before we left the clinic, all of us bought the necessary supplies. Holly told us that she would take an enema before lunch on Wednesday and meet again at her house.

I was getting a little worried about Dean. He had no idea what we were doing, but very soon I wanted him to tie me up everywhere in our house and fuck my brains out. I also thought that I could go longer than Dean could last in any of our lovemaking sessions. Dean was a stud that night, with the assistance of his Viagra pills, which he had been usin at the Swingers Club and sparingly on me. We did it 2 hours longer that night than we ever had before. I still had 2 problems, though. I had to think of a way to get Dean to tie me up and screw me, without him finding out what Holly, Erin and I were doing. Also, there was the enema ass fucking plans we girls had made, and I was very nervous about having that dildo roaming around in my ass track.

We met for lunch the following Wednesday at Holly's. During lunch, Holly told us that she had taken the enema and it wasn't too bad. She told us that one could stay close by the toilet, for about 1/2 hour, and make a dash for it when the urge struck, or one could leave the Fleet's applicator nozzle and pinched off tube dangle from your asshole, until you had to go, but that method was more convenient and eliminated any accidents. After lunch, we headed for Holly's bedroom ad stripped. Erin and I tied Holly's wrists crossed up between her shoulder blades and ballgagged her. Erin put on Holly's ugly black knobby 8" X 2" strapon. Erin made holly kneel on the floor draped over the side of her bed. She used the water based lube to liberally coat the strapon and generously lubed Holly's tight rosebud sphincter. It took a little doing to get the head of the phallus past Holly's virgin asshole, and she screamed into her gag, when it broke through. Erin slowly shoved the phallus deep into Holly's colon. Holly was clearly nodding her head up and down and saying, in a muffled gagged voice, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" Erin did. She went both fast and slow, always letting Holly feel the full length of the dildo. At first, Holly was squealing into her gag. Her squeals turned to moans of pleasure, and later became groans and screams, as Holly had her first ass fucking orgasm. she was clearly shouting, "MORE, MORE!" And, Erin gave it to her. I didn't know if it was Erin's position or what, but she seemed to be getting tired and slowing down, but Holly managed to have another orgasm.

Before Erin and I switched the strapon for Holly's butt, I cleaned and disinfected the big phallus, while Erin cleaned and disinfected Holly's butt hole and ass crack, while she still knelt over the edge of her bed. It was my turn, and I put on the harness and cinched up the straps. I remembered how Erin seemed to run out of gas earlier. Maybe it was because of her short height or maybe she didn't have the best attack angle. I had Holly bend over one of her upholstered chairs, with her belly resting on the chair's padded top and her legs spread wide apart. I generously lubed up the 8" dildo and Holly's rosebud. I guided the phallus's head right for Holly's hole. Surprisingly, it slipped right in with little resistance. I teased Holly at first and let her howl into her ballgag. When I heard her muffled pleas for me to go faster, I pounded away at her gorgeous butt, until she came. I seemed to have the perfect angle going and wasn't at all tired, so I just kept hammering that dildo in and out of her asshole, even though she was still coming down from the 1st orgasm. My pummeling of Holly's butt hole continued non-stop, until she had a final stupendous orgasm. I left the big dildo up her ass, until she had completely settled down, and then slowly withdrew it. After taking care of the dildo and thoroughly cleaning and disinfecting Holly's ass crack and perineum, we played for another 2 hours that afternoon. Holly was pretty well reamed out, but she let us lick her pussy and she did more than her share of eating out Erin's and my pussies.

The following Wednesday lunch would be at my house, and I had to take an enema and succumb to getting my asshole reamed by Erin and Holly. I knew that most of the sexual stimulation came from the knobby dildo passing across the sphincter and anus. The whole entrance to that private area looks like a bunch of small nerve filled grapes. There were very few nerves in the colon to stimulate an orgasm. Over that weekend, before my fateful Wednesday, I did find some obscure references to anal intercourse. It turned out that a bumpy or knobby dildo, moving along my colon's wall, would simultaneously stimulate my adjacent vaginal wall and aid in orgasm production. However, I learned that only about 20% of women could achieve orgasm, without the aid of additional stimulation. About another 20% of women needed full clitoral stimulation to get off, during anal intercourse. The source did not give any indication as to what the other 60% of women might do, but I figured out that a vibrator, used in various ways, would probably provide the necessary impetus to get me off. I wasn't going to go through the whole enema thing, just to find out that I wasn't in that upper 20% of women. I also made the monumental decision to have Dean tie me up on the following Saturday night..

Wednesday morning came. Dean left for work.. I decided to get the enema over with before I made lunch. The instructions on the Fleets package said for best results to lie horizontally for 30 minutes to give the solution a chance to get well distributed in your colon. Lying prone was preferable to sitting or standing for 30 minutes. I got naked and mixed a batch of the sudsy liquid in warm water. The bag had a hook, which could be hung most anywhere in my bathroom. I lubed up the Fleet's nozzle and my butt hole. The enema nozzle went in relatively easy and seated itself. It was not as big in diameter as the dildos the girls would fuck me with later that day. I knelt on the bathmat covered floor and bent over the rim of our bathtub. I undid the clamp on the enema's tube and immediately felt the warm sudsy liquid surge into my bowels. When the contents of the bag had emptied into me, I clamped off the tube and removed it from the bag. The nozzle was stuck up my butt hole and I trailed a length of tubing, like a tail, when I got up and walked back into my bedroom. THERE WAS NO TURNING BACK NOW!

I reclined on my bed and read some magazines, as I watched the clock on the bed table. The enema was fast acting and I could feel the sudsy liquid roiling around inside me, as it worked its way up further and further into the depths of my bowels. I needn't have kept an eye on the clock. When the stuff had done its work and built up enough pressure, I knew instantly that I was ready. It was like an acute diarrhea attack. I sprinted to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and ripped the nozzle out of my ass. I was glad that I had turned the bathroom's vent fans on. All that chunky shit came pouring out and I flushed the toilet. More came out and I had to flush again. Finally, the rest of it came out and I flushed for a third time. I sat there for a few more minutes to be sure that I was done. Then, I slipped over to our warm water rinse bidet. I let it cycle 3 times, power washing my ass crack and surrounding areas. Next, I knelt and bent over the tub, and washed my ass crack area with anti-bacterial soap and disinfected it with the isopropyl alcohol. Finally, I took a nice long hot shower and got ready for the girls. I surely hoped all this would be worth it???

At lunch, I told the girls about my Internet research. I told them that I wanted my vibrator up my twat, when they ass fucked me, but I left it up to them as to the speed setting. After we finished lunch, and the dishes were in the dishwasher, and the food put away, we went up to my bedroom and stripped. Erin tied my wrists crossed up between my shoulder blades in back, while Holly fingered my pussy and shoved my big vibrator all the way into my love tunnel. It was turned on one of its lowest settings. They took me back downstairs and into our exercise room. I was told to kneel on the padded weight bench, with my toes dangling over the edge, and my ass up in the air. Erin had obviously thought this out, because my ass was in the perfect position and height for her to stand and be the first to plunge that ugly dildo up my virgin asshole. Erin donned the strapon and cinched the belts tight. I didn't even get a ballgag to scream or bite into. Erin lubed up the 2" X 8" black knobby dildo and lubed my sphincter and rectum. With one humungous shove, Erin penetrated my rosebud and the dildo broke through and into my colon. I screamed at the top of my lungs, but I vastly overdid it, because the initial pain was actually not that great. Up and up Erin pushed the dildo into the nether reaches of my bowels, until she could go no further. I had to wiggle my ass and adjust a bit to my new invader. Erin slowly began fucking my asshole. I felt every one of those dildo knobs, as they passed back and forth through my sensitive sphincter and rectum, but I swear that I also felt the dildo's knobs bump along my vaginal walls and against the slowly buzzing vibrator in my pussy. I began to moan almost immediately, and those moans quickly grew in volume and frequency. That entire ass fucking, which was certainly doing a number on my sensitive rear end, also combined to stimulate my love hole's walls and my entire pussy, from my buzzing vibrator. I kinda groaned and shrieked and came. I don't know whether Erin or I was more surprised, but I was convinced that it wouldn't have happen without the aid of my vibrator.

After the necessary cleaning and dis-infecting, Erin and Holly took me back upstairs to my bedroom. Holly bent me over the back of an upholstered chair, just as I had done to her the week before. The necessary lubrication was done, and Holly easily shoved the long black knobby phallus all the way into my colon. My buzzing vibrator had slipped out partway. Before poking it back all the way in, Holly turned it up to high. Then, she began fucking me back there. I immediately began to moan. Every nerve down there was on fire, except my clit. I was going to come soon. My moans turned louder and changed to anticipatory pre-orgasmic little shrieks. Holly did not let up and I was taken over the edge into orgasmic bliss. Holly paused for a moment or two, allowing me to regain some of my senses, but quickly resumed fucking my ass, with a twist. In addition to the phallus up my butt, and the vibrator buzzing on high in my pussy, Holly reached around me and began a full scale assault on my clit. My private lady parts were no match for this triple assault. The sensations down there flooded my brain and threatened to turn me into a babbling incoherent mindless gob of gray matter goo. I shuddered and stiffened and screamed and came, but Holly kept rubbing my clit. It happened 2 more times, before Holly relented and let my body collapse over the chair for many minutes, until I was coherent again. Holly and Erin were pretty happy that they had pretty much done me in for the afternoon. All that I was able to do, for the rest of the afternoon, was to eat their pussies.

Before I tell you about Dean tying me up the following Saturday, I want to briefly tell you how Erin faired the following Tuesday. She was certain that she would be in that elite 20% group of women, who could get off during anal intercourse, without the aid of additional stimulation. Well, the short of it was that both Holly and I had a go at Erin's ass, with no luck. Each of us in turn ravaged her rectum, but Erin never came. Erin was moaning and groaning and tried her damnest to come. Eventually, Holly and I resorted to clitoral stimulation to get Erin off. We really reamed her asshole. I thought that poor Erin might not be able to sit down comfortably without the aid of some sitz baths. Over the following months, we continued to alternate our ass fuckings, and confined them to the home of the luncheon hostess. We also did away with the cumbersome dangling Fleet's tube, when each of us bought small butt plugs online. Holly enjoyed her elite 20% status. Whether it was mind over matter or conditioning, but I was able to get off, first with a vibrator set only on low, next with just a non-buzzing vibrator, and finally with no additional stimulation. I also don't' know just how much Dean's playing with me, during that time period, affected everything, but I'm getting just a little ahead of myself. Finally, Erin was, alas, such a great sport, but resigned herself to clitoral stimulation, while getting fucked up the ass.

Now, let's get back to the Saturday after my very first ass fucking. I fixed one of Dean's favorite dinners. While we ate, I explained that I had been surfing the Internet and found some websites that gave me some new and different sexual things that I wanted us to try. Basically, I told Dean that I wanted him to tie me up, play with me and fuck my brains out. I slipped a shoe off and found Dean's crotch, under the table, with my bare toes. Yes, Dean had a hardon, and his full boner was always my barometer of his interest. After dinner, I went up to our master bedroom, got naked, and brought my nude body and my duffle bag of bondage equipment, where Dean and his erection waited. It took nearly 2 hours for me to show Dean how to tie me comfortably, and the different positions that I wanted to try. Dean had a little trouble wrapping my limbs too tight, before cinching them up. I had Dean put out his wrists in front of him. I told him to feel how I wrapped his wrists, tucked the ropes in the wrap, bring them out and cinching them with a square knot that couldn't be reached with the fingers. I twisted my arms behind my back, pushed my wrists up between my shoulder blades, and crossed them for Dean to tie. I, also, told him that I'd like to try being tied in a spread-eagle, either flat on our bed, or standing at the foot of our four poster bed. I showed him the ballgag and padded leather cuffs, which were pretty much selfexplanatory. Finally, because I was totally turned on by now, I taught Dean how to tie a crotchrope on me. Told Dean that he could tease me endlessly by turning the vibrator on low, or turn it to high and I would come continuously, until he turned it off. As an afterthought, I mentioned that I might like being spanked!

I think Dean was a bit shocked at my last remark, because he had never ever smacked my bottom even if we were just horsing around. However, Dean and his big erection got right to work on me as soon as I finished talking. He buckled the ballgag in my mouth. I managed to say, "Tighter, tighter." After I was pretty much silenced, Dean went a little berserk with the ropes. He tied my wrists behind my back up between my shoulder blades. This was going great and my pussy was already really wet. Next, however, Dean found a long rope in my pile, tied one end to my wrists and kind of clumsily wrapped it around my arms and boobs. The 5 or 6 strands of rope just mashed into my breasts, with no special purpose other than to keep me immobile. He didn't yet understand about weaving the rope strands over and under my breasts to pinch them together and make them protrude more. Next, Dean got my biggest vibrator and turned on to low. He needn't have checked, but he did anyway. When he fingered me, he found me warm and wet and ready. Dean shoved my buzzing vibrator all the way up inside me and tied one of the most wonderful tight crotchropes on me that I had ever felt in my limited experiences. He tied my legs together in 5, count 'em, 5 different places; ankles, mid-calf, below the knees, above the knees and high on my thighs. I certainly couldn't move an inch, but I helplessly squirmed and writhed in my bonds. I wondered what Dean was going to do with me next?

Well, he couldn't kiss me properly, with the ballgag in my mouth. He did play and suck my nipples, but my breasts never got that complete feeling up that Dean did so thoroughly. He did caress and kiss most everywhere on my body, and even teased my clit. I was so embalmed in rope that Dean had to literally pick me up and carry me over to a coffee table. He bent me over it and whacked my ass cheeks for the very first time. I'm not sure if he understood me at all through my ballgag, but I tried to yell, "HARDER, HARDER, and MORE, MORE, MORE!" If he didn't hear my pleas, he certainly got the message, when I shoved my ass out at him and wiggled it. He gave my bottom's hide a thorough stinging tanning. GOD, was I hot and horny! Dean got me kneeling upright, pivoted me sideways to the coffee table and removed my ballgag. I wasn't about to say a word about his excess use of rope. That would come much later, in the form of subtle suggestions, well after he had fucked my brains out and finished with me. Dean's wonderfully big erection awaited my attention. He let me give him one of my long slow teasing "New Trier Special" blowjobs, without interfering once. Next, I was pivoted back facing the coffee table again and bent over it. What I needed most was a good fucking. Dean untied my crotchrope and removed my teasing buzzing vibrator. He fucked my pussy as if there were no tomorrow. I had 2 mammoth orgasms, before he came inside of me.

WHAT A FIRST EXPERIENCE! Dean kept me tied up for over 24 hours and didn't free me until 10:00 PM Sunday night. There is no accounting for how many times he fucked me, or how many times he ate my pussy, or how many times he had me suck him off. I don't know how many 1/2 or full strength Viagra pills he took. He had me upstairs and downstairs. We took 5 or 6 showers together, during our 1st bondage sex marathon, but my wrists were always tied behind my back. He always put a shower cap on me and thoroughly soaped and rinsed me off. He used plenty of clear warm water and his fingers to wash his cum out of my love tunnel. While in the shower, Dean always either fucked me up against the shower wall, or knelt and ate my pussy, or made me kneel and suck him off. It wasn't all non-stop sex for over 24 hours. Several times Dean tied me up somewhere, with a slow buzzing vibrator up my twat and a crotchrope, and let me simmer, and wiggle and squirm for 30-60 minutes. This always happened when Dean prepared our meals. Yes, he cooked Sunday's breakfast, lunch and dinner, while I was tied up in our kitchen. He fed me and did the dishes, before we resumed our playing. During breakfast, I had a chance to make a few minor suggestions. I told Dean rather than wrap all that rope over my boobs, he could try weaving them over and under my breasts. BUT better yet, he could wrap several turns around the base of each of my breasts and knot them, and then take the excess rope and tie it behind my neck, like a halter. I warned him though that when my breasts turned red, he had to remove the ropes, before any permanent damage could occur. We had talked about having children, but agreed to wait 4 or 5 years. Nevertheless, when it came time to nurse our babies, I didn't want any damaged mammary glands. I, also, explained how to frog-tie my legs, when I was on my back and he was going down on me.

I don't know that I would describe Dean as a bondage sex addict or fanatic, maybe a little of both. Every night, when he came home from work, he wanted to tie me up, experiment on me and fuck me silly. I was partially spared, because Dean had to get up and go to work Monday-Saturday. Also, there would be no bondage sex the Sunday night before a Swingers Club meeting, and also no bondage sex on the Mondays that the Swingers Club met. So, we had abbreviated sessions on Monday-Friday. My rope marks weren't going away as fast as they should and we had to do a lot of stuff using the padded leather cuffs. Our marriage and sex lives were never better. After about 2 straight weeks of virtual non-stop bondage sex every evening, I had to say WHOA! I'm not complaining, but besides the tell-tale rope marks, my pussy was a little sore in the mornings. We made a compromise. We would have bondage sex 3 nights a week, including Saturday night sessions, which had to end by 10"00 AM Sunday morning. There would be no sex for the remainder of Sunday and Sunday night. The other 3 nights of the week were limited to non-bondage love making. Barring occasional dinner parties an other functions, this schedule worked out perfectly. Dean became an expert with the ropes and padded leather cuffs and toys, and could do anything he wanted with me, AND I LOVED IT ALL!

Holly, Erin and I continued our alternating luncheons and lesbian bondage sex games every Wednesday. I told the girls about Dean's and my bondage sex games. It turned out that Pete had been tying up Holly and Richard had been tying up Erin for quite some time. They knew that I would eventually get Dean to tie me up. However, Holly was the only one of us, who was getting fucked up the ass. I think maybe the girls were a little jealous, because I was getting it so often. That was always their main bone of contention, because their husbands were away so much and were often too tired to perform, when they got back home. I really liked a big dildo up the ass and could easily come, without the aid of additional stimulation. I had to propose this to Dean. I did it at a Saturday night dinner 5 weeks after Dean first tied me up. I casually told him that I thought that I'd like to try getting fucked up the ass. At first Dean was not too receptive to the idea for health and sanitary reasons, but I reassured him by relating my visit to Sarah at the local clinic. I told Dean that I had to take a quick acting enema and clean my bottom with anti-bacterial soap and disinfect it with a wipe of isopropyl alcohol. There was a water based lubricant for him to lube his cock and my asshole. When he had finished fucking my ass, he simply had to wash his dick with antibacterial soap and disinfect it with the alcohol, BEFORE he put it in any other of my holes. I certainly didn't tell Dean that I had been fucked up the ass many times by a dildo about the same size as Dean's cock.

I slipped off a shoe, extended my leg under the table and tested Dean's crotch barometer between his legs. Dean had a full blown hardon. I had diffused his early apprehension and knew he was eager to try it. I coyly smiled at him and disclosed that I had purchased all the necessary supplies at the clinic. Also, I revealed that I had taken an enema, before he had come home from work, and said that he could fuck me up the ass as many times as he wished that night. I really didn't mean the last part of it, because I knew that Dean wouldn't do it more than 2 or 3 times that night. Most of all, he loved fucking me, eating my pussy, and my blowjobs. After dinner and the kitchen were cleaned up, we went upstairs to our master bedroom and stripped. I showed Dean the enema kit hidden in my cupboard below my sink. I got out the anti-bacterial soap and alcohol and put them onn Dean's sink top. I put out washcloths for cleaning us up and cotton wipes to apply the disinfectant alcohol. The lube was on a bedside table. Dean wasn't just going to shove me down and ram his cock up my ass. I had to b prepared, and Dean had gotten into a fairly reliable pattern, before we fully got into our bondage sex sessions, which Dean made a conscientious effort to vary everytime. I always kissed him and thanked him for making each session new and different. With so many places in our house and positions to tie me in, I thought it would never get stale.

Dean tied my wrists crossed behind my back up between my shoulder blades. This had become our favorite bondage position. For me, I loved the tightness across my chest and the way my breasts jutted out for Dean to have complete access to them. He wrapped a rope around the base of each of my breasts, knotted it and raised my boobs a couple inches by tying the excess rope into a halter behind my neck. My tits were forced into an almost perfect orb shape, which was good for 1-1-1/2 hours, before my tits would get too red. He started kissing me and playing with my breasts, squeezing and kneading my swollen globes. Dean started kissing me more deeply and passionately, while his busy fingers diddled and rolled my nipples. After he thoroughly sucked my nipples, his right hand slithered down to my pussy. He held me tightly to his body, kissed me constantly and began diddling my pussy, with his free right hand. I didn't know if this was just a preparatory tease, or he would make me come. As Dean began rubbing my clit in earnest, I knew that I was going to come in a couple minutes or even seconds. Dean put his left arm around my neck and drew me into a deep open mouth passionate kiss that I couldn't have broken if I wanted to. When I came, I moaned and sighed right into Dean's open mouth.

The next thing I knew, I was down on my knees bent over our bed. This was to be it, our first anal intercourse. Dean had the lube and generously applied it to my asshole and his cock. He nudged his cock through my protective sphincter and into my rectum. He continued pushing his cock deeper into my colon, meeting no resistance, and penetrating me as far as he could. Dean moved around in there getting used to the new sensations. My only thoughts were that finally I had a real live cock up my ass and it belonged to my Dean. As he began thrusting in and out, I felt his dick stimulating my sphincter and rectum, as well as his cock rubbing my vaginal walls. Faster and faster Dean plunged his cock in and out of me back there. I was amazed that an actual orgasm was steadily building within me, and I came, just a little bit before Dean. What with safety and sanitary precautions being taken, there was no way that I would or could suck him hard. Dean was perhaps only half limp. He withdrew his cock to a position where its head rested in my rectum. He pushed and pulled the head of his penis stimulated my rectum and its guarding rosebud. God, I almost came again, but his cock sure hardened up in a hurry.

Soon, his beautiful long hard cock was again pummeling me. After a few minutes, I breathlessly asked Dean if he would try rubbing my clit as he fucked me. He reached his right hand to my pussy and rubbed me with 2 fingers. I came almost immediately, but I pleaded with Dean, in the midst of my orgasm, to keep it up. He rubbed and pinched and pulled my clit, while all the time, he was pounding the HELL out of my ass. I screamed and came and was propelled into the throws of an immense orgasm. I know Dean spurted his 2nd load of cum deep in my bowels, but I was still shuddering and spasming so much that I never felt his hot seed. Dean fucked my ass twice more that night, around midnight and again around 4:00 AM, and I loved it. Dean did it to me and I really loved that guy. I knew that our marriage and love making couldn't get any better. Of course Dean and I played several other bondage sex games that night, in various positions and locations around our house. We even found the time to doze a little, before Dean released me at 6:00 AM.

Dean and I fell into a comfortable routine in which I took and enema twice a week and got my ass fucked, during the course of a night's bondage sex session. One night was strictly bondage sex, and the other nights we did it was without restraints. Holly, Erin and I continued to have lunch and play every Wednesday. I really owed those girls for introducing me to bondage, even though it was lesbian bondage sex, but with the help of the Internet I introduced it all to Dean, and he and I were happy and content. I disappointed the girls, when I told them that I would no longer take and enema and let them fuck my ass with a dildo. After that 1st week with Dean, when I had taken an enema on 3 different days, I felt somewhat weak and lethargic. I didn't go see Sarah at the clinic. I thought that maybe 3 enemas a week was just too much of a shock for my system, or maybe shitting out all that stuff was depriving my body of nutrients from all the wonderful and delicious food I ate. Anyway, I was fine with only 2 enemas a week and I took them for Dean. Holly and Erin always asked me about what Dean and I were doing bondage sexwise, and when I told them, they always bitched and moaned about not getting enough. With that thought in mind, over the next 4 weeks Holly came up with a really hair-brained plan. Erin was on board the 2nd week, and by the 3rd week, I had agreed to give it a try. I didn't think that I had anything to gain or lose, whatever the result. What evolved was the little TEASER opening to this story, at the very beginning of Chapter 1.

I will reprint that story opening, for you, below and continue this story from that point.

Hi, This is Lauren still here. It was a Tuesday morning. I awoke 10 minutes before the alarm clock would ring. I don't know what made me wake up before the alarm. My husband, Dean, was still lightly snoring in deep sleep next to our naked bodies in bed. Maybe it was my excitement over the surprise I had for Dean that morning. I should have been totally out of it. The night before Dean had tied me up and nearly fucked my brains out. Then, he woke me up at 2:00 AM to make love to me. I slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I peed, brush my teeth and hopped in the shower. I had dried myself off, when I heard the alarm clock go off. I was blow drying my hair, when Dean came into the bathroom. He kissed me good morning. His breath still had the taste of my pussy juices from the night before. He sat down on the toilet to take a dump. "WHEW," I thought to myself. I would have a little extra time to get my surprise for him prepared, before he showered and shaved. I told Dean to take his time, and that I was fixing his favorite breakfast of pecan pancakes and sausage. I finished my hair and put it up in a ponytail. In our bedroom I put on a robe and slippers, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, I got the coffee going and poured 2 glasses of orange juice. There was a knock on our backdoor. It was Holly and Erin, my best girlfriends from our couples Swingers Club. This plan was not my idea, but rather Holly's, supported by Erin. Holly's husband, Pete, was a fireman for our local fire department. He worked 2 full days, and lived at the fire station, and had the 3rd day off. Erin's husband, Richard, ran an advertising, printing and graphics arts business in town, but he spent 2 days at the out of town home office in Charlotte, NC. Both girls were sex starved borderline nymphomaniacs. When their husbands returned home from their consecutive days at work, they were often too exhausted to fulfill their wanting wife's sexual needs. While Dean and I had been playing bondage sex games for about 2 months, including ass fucking (my ass), I had secretly been playing lesbian bondage sex games with Holly and Erin for about 4 months. The girls were dressed as we planned and had brought ropes and gags. I asked the girls if they had their remote controlled vibrators going in their pussies. They said that they did and handed me their remote controls. I told the girls to take off their wet panties, stuff them in their mouths, and gag themselves with the ballgags they brought, just as we planned. While the girls did that, I made the pecan pancake batter and got the stove's griddle going to start the sausages. Then, I set the kitchen table.

I pulled 2 chairs out, from the kitchen table, and slid them into a corner of the kitchen. I tied the girl's wrists behind their backs. After the girls were seated, I tied their knees and ankles together. Finally, as I cooked the sausages, I turned the girl's remote controls up a couple notches and watched them squirm and moan. Lastly, as a final touch, I tweaked and pinched their nipples, until they were hard and trying to poke through their shirts. I heard Dean coming downstairs in his hard soled moccasins. The sausages were done and I put them on the back of the griddle. I poured the pecan pancake batter on the griddle to make 6 pancakes.

This is Dean here. I think that I should continue this story from my perspective. I awoke at 7:30 AM to the buzzing of the alarm clock that fateful Tuesday morning. It was a morning that I would never forget. I walked into the bathroom, kissed Lauren good morning, and sat on the toilet. I don't know what it is, but whenever Lauren and I have a vigorous extended bondage sex session, I wake up the next morning having to shit, before I go down for breakfast. Maybe it is the Viagra? Lauren was putting the final touches on her long chestnut brown hair. She told me to take my time, and that she was fixing my favorite breakfast. With hindsight, I should have known something was amiss, because I only got my favorite breakfast maybe every 2-3 weekends. Anyway, I completed my 3 S's (shit, shave and shower). Back in our bedroom, I put on a robe and my moccasins, and headed downstairs for breakfast. At the bottom of the stairs, I called out to Lauren, "Honey, did you take in the morning paper?" She replied from the kitchen that she had not. I opened our front door, retrieved the paper from the front stoop, and headed for the kitchen. The headline story caught my eye and I began reading it. You know how it is, when you are familiar with your house, you can read and almost automatically walk through the house while you read. As I approached the kitchen, I could smell the sausage, pancakes and hot maple syrup.

I entered the kitchen, pulled out my chair and put the paper on the table. Then, I noticed that 2 chairs were missing from the kitchen table. I looked around and did a double-take. Over in the corner of the kitchen were Holly and Erin bound and gagged in the 2 chairs. I, of course, knew both women. During the course of our over 1 year membership in our Swingers Club, which met every other Monday night, I had made love with Holly and Lauren several times. The girls were wearing tennis shoes, the shortest cutoffs possible and white short sleeved shirts. Their ankles and knees were tied. The tails of their shirts were brought up and knotted under their breasts, showing a lot of midriff. They wore no bras and no buttons were fastened on their shirts. With their wrists bound behind their back, nearly half of their breasts were exposed and threatened to pop right out. Finally, both women were gagged with ballgags. I said, "What the Hell is going on here?" Lauren calmly told me to sit down and eat my breakfast, and she would explain everything. Lauren served up our breakfasts and sat down in her chair on my right. The bound girls were off to my left. I chugged my OJ, put butter and maple syrup on my pancakes and started with a bite of sausage. "Let's hear it," I said and began to wolf down my pancakes, but out of the corner of my eyes I kept sneaking a peek at those beautiful squirming bound girls.

Lauren swallowed her 1st bite of breakfast and said, "You remember a couple months back, when I researched the Internet and bought all those ropes and toys, and we began to play our bondage sex games?" With a mouthful of pancakes, I nodded my head, yes. Then, she continued, "A while later I bought all those enema supplies and I let you tie me up and fuck me up the asshole?" Indeed I did and nodded my head, yes. "Well," Lauren went on, "I have a confession to tell you, Honey!" I waited, and Lauren finally blurted it out, "For the past 4 months or so, Holly, Erin and I have been playing lesbian bondage sex games every week!!" There's more she said, "Holly, Erin and I experimented with ass fucking, using a strapon dildo, before I ever asked you to fuck me up that hole!!!" I was really surprised and could only blurt out, "Tell me more." Lauren proceeded to give me the short version of her lesbian bondage sex adventures, which you have already read. It was like watching a tennis match from center court. I couldn't keep my eyes on Lauren, what with trying to feed my face, without missing, and watching those super hot sexy women struggle in their bonds. Inside my robe, my cock was betraying me.

When she finished, Lauren told the girls to stand up. She walked over to them, unfastened their cutoffs. She pulled down their shorts and revealed 2 gorgeous naked wet pussies, with pussy juices glistening in the kitchen's lighting. "BOING," my cock sprang to full attention under my robe. Lauren let them stand there, and returned to her chair and resumed eating her breakfast. I couldn't keep my eyes off Holly's and Erin's pussies. Lauren continued, "You remember that Holly's husband, Pete, works and lives at the firehouse for 48 hours straight, before he gets 24 hours off?" "Often he is so tired that he barely gets around to fucking Holly, before he has to return for another 48 hour shift." Lauren continued, "You know that Erin's husband, Richard, is out of town 2 days a week, and often leaves early on Sunday night." "He, too, often returns late Tuesday night and is too tired to fuck Erin." Lauren reached under my robe and grabbed my stiff cock. She began stroking it and said, "Look at them!" "You have 2 hot and horny sex starved girls standing in front of you." "I've checked our Swingers Club's rules and nothing prevents it." "These girls want you to FUCK THEM right here this morning!!!!!" I had a decision to make FAST. I couldn't very well slither off and beat down my erection. What would any other red blooded American male do in this situation? I had fucked both women numerous times at our Swingers Club, and there was nothing in the rules against it. I had to go to work, but said out loud, "I'll DO IT!"

Lauren looked relieved and went into action. "Relax honey," Lauren said, "Here, take a 1/2 pill of Viagra, and I'll call your Shop Manager and tell her that you'll be in later this morning." "Now, make yourself a few more pancakes and have some more coffee." "Relax and give me 20-30 minutes to get these girls ready for you upstairs. How could I relax, but I put 2 sausages on the griddle and poured myself more coffee. When the sausages were done, I made 3 more pancakes and sat down to eat. I thought of my sweet conniving Lauren and how I would get back at her. I finished my breakfast, put the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned up most of our breakfast's mess. Lauren could cleanup and put away the rest. It had been 30 minutes and I still had a raging hardon. I climbed our stairway and found Lauren standing outside one of our open guest bedroom doors. Lauren took my robe. I saw Erin inside on the bed, still tied and prepared for me. Her really short cutoffs and shoes had been removed and she was naked from the waist down, with her legs spread wide open for me and tied to the lower cornerposts of the bed. Erin's shirt had been untied and laid open, exposing her beautiful breasts. Her wrists were still tied behind her back and the ballgag was still stuffed in her mouth. I TOLD Lauren, "I'm going to fuck each of them twice." "IS THAT ALL RIGHT?" A somewhat stunned Lauren nodded her head, yes and said, "Sure honey whatever you want." I told Lauren to tie Holly's breasts, and said that I'd be finished with Erin in 10-15 minutes.

I strode into the guest bedroom, mounted Erin and shoved my dick straight into her still glistening pussy, right up to the hilt. I fucked that pussy, almost in a rage-like state, never slowing down and never letting up. I have no idea if she came or how many times she came. The poor girl never knew what hit her. I came, with a huge satisfying groan, and pulled out and left her there. Lauren met me out in the hallway. She dropped to her knees and licked the cum off my cock and sucked me hard again. I marched into the guest bedroom, where Holly was tied and displayed just like Erin had been, except that her luscious D-cup breasts had been tied and looked like perfect globes topped by swollen hard pink nipples. Many was the time that I had played with those breasts and lingered and sucked those nipples, but not yet. I forced my hard cock all the way into her dripping cunt. I put my full weight on her upper body and squashed her and those luscious orbs against my chest and into the mattress. I fucked her like I had fucked Erin, nonstop and hard. Again, I ignored any sounds she made or whether she came or not. I later learned that Holly had come 3 times, during my 1st fucking, and Erin had come twice. After I shot my load of cum deep in Holly's love box, I pulled out and left her there quaking and whimpering.

Back out in the hall. Lauren was there waiting for me. She immediately knelt and licked my cock clean, but I told her that she didn't have to suck me hard. I said that I would be with Erin for quite a while, that she could either cleanup the kitchen, or play with Holly, which I now knew that she had been doing for months. In the room where Erin lay waiting for me, I straddled her stomach and grabbed those tied swollen breasts. I squeezed and kneaded them for some time, before my fingers concentrated on her ripe hard nipples. I rubbed them, pinched them and rolled them, until I got a big moan from behind Erin's ballgag. She had been moaning almost since I started on her. My plan was to torment her mercilessly, before I let her come. I leaned over and went back and forth sucking her nipples long and hard, until I had drawn them out as far as I thought they would go. My mouth headed for her pussy. I had to shift my position to between her spread legs and still the access angle was tough. Lying prone on the bed, my face was right in her sopping tasty pussy. My tongue easily slithered deep into her cunt. I began tongue fucking her and soon Erin's hips were bucking against my tongue. I had to keep reminding myself not to let her come, because Erin was bucking wildly totally out of sync with my plunging tongue. My tongue withdrew and began licking round and round her red swollen pussy lips. I teased her incessantly, but never got close to Erin's clit. She was already in a near frenzy. My cock was rock hard by now.

I straddled Erin's chest and ran my dick over her exposed lips that were not covered by her ballgag. My body slithered down Erin's body and my cock teased and rubbed her extended nipples. Again, I switched positions. My hands grabbed her breasts and my knees were firmly planted between Erin's spread legs. I pretty much mashed her upper body into the mattress, while supporting myself with my elbows and knees. I ran my cock up and down along her pussy slit. Then, I poked the first 2" of my cock into her begging cunt. Back and forth I went with this tactic, until I heard those unmistakable sounds from behind Erin's ballgag. She was mewing and whimpering and pleading and begging me to let her come. I plunged my cock into her and started fucking her, with a fury that I didn't know I possessed. Erin screamed and came immediately, but I continued slamming my cock in and out of her cunt nonstop and hard. I thought of Lauren, but wondered If Richard had ever fucked her like this. I groaned and Erin screamed as loud as she could, and we both came. I stayed deep inside her, until I had squirted every last drop of my seed deep inside her. Back straddling her chest, I took off her ballgag only to see that she was pushing a soggy smelly pair of someone's panties out of her mouth, with her tongue. I stuck my fading cock in her mouth and made her lick and suck it clean, and then left the bedroom. It had been about 45 minutes from start to finish with Erin.

I walked into the next guest bedroom for Holly. When I entered the room, Lauren popped up off the bed looking guilty, but said that Holly was all primed and ready for me. She and Holly must have been doing something, but I didn't care. Someday, I would explore those lesbian bondage sex games that the girls had been playing for months. It appeared that Lauren had cleaned up any oozing cum and excess juices from Holly's pussy, but clearly she was glistening wet and ready for me. I told Lauren that I finished off Erin and left her gag off. Lauren replied that she would re-gag her and shove a vibrator in her that would keep her busy for an hour or two. Lauren left the room, but I really didn't notice that she had left the door ajar. I, also, noticed that Holly's beautiful 36D tied melons were starting to turn a little pinkish red. I'm not going to repeat what I did with Holly, because I did exactly the same thing that I did with Erin (above), except that when I finished with Holly, I had spent a full hour teasing and tormenting and fucking her. When I climbed off Holly's bed, I turned and found Lauren sitting on the floor, just inside the door fingering herself. She rose and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I backed her out into the hall and closed the door. Lauren thanked me profusely for doing the girls, and said that she really owed me. I asked her if she needed a little relief, as I slipped my fingers inside her robe and started fingering her pussy. We kissed the entire time that I fingered her to orgasm.

I walked into our master bedroom and noticed that it was nearly 11:00 AM. I showered and got ready and dressed for work. I told Lauren that I would grab some lunch at the deli in town, and that I would be home around the usual time. I told Lauren that after dinner I was going to punish her for not telling me about her clandestine lesbian bondage sex activities. I continued on and told Lauren that I expected her to take an enema before dinner, and that I wanted a thick filet mignon and all the fixings for dinner and lemon meringue pie for dessert. I think Lauren was a little shocked when I used the word, "PUNISH," but she said, "Yes Honey."

Work was really busy that afternoon, because I had to process Internet orders and help Marge prepare them for UPS pickup around 4:00 PM. I hoped that I had scared the shit out of Lauren, but I wouldn't do anything too bad to her. I really loved Lauren and didn't give a damn, if she was playing lesbian bondage sex games with those girls. Our marriage and sex lives were never better. I had a plan by mid-afternoon. The Internet is a wondrous place for shopping and information. Weeks ago, when Lauren had 1st told me about what she found on the Internet, prompted me to do a little web surfing, using the computer in my work's office password protected area of my computer. I had to call the company and made a special order for a pair of 14K gold adjustable nipple clamps, with 14K gold matching attached chain. Also, I found a place where I could order custom Japanese enamel painted remote conntrolled butterfly vibrator for Lauren. They had been locked in my office desk for a couple weeks, and I would use them on her tonight.

When I got home from work, Lauren kissed me and said that she had taken an enema, as instructed. We had a sumptuous dinner as I had ordered. After dinner, I told Lauren to go up stairs and strip, except for her tennis shoes, and bring down some rope and her biggest vibrator and the lube. When she returned to the living room, I simply tied her wrists behind her back. I had her kneel down and give me a long slow satisfying blowjob, as only Lauren could. Next, she was kneeling bent over one of our easy chairs and I spanked her beautiful ass until it was fairly glowing bright burning red. I guess this was Lauren's "punishment, because the rest that I had planned for her might only be a little stimulating and tedious. Yet, Lauren barely made any sounds of protest or pain, while I smacked her butt. While she was still bent over one of our easy chairs, I fucked her pusssy doggie-style. Her preparation and tormenting chore came next. I had her stand up and spread her legs. I made sure her pussy was still wet and open, and shoved Lauren's biggest vibrator all the way up her twat, buzzing on low. The crotchrope, to hold her vibrator in and give her a bit more stimulation/discomfort, had to be tied a little differently. I doubled the rope and tied it behind her. When I brought the 2 strands of rope through her ass crack and pussy lips, I slightly spread and ran each rope strand over her hips, around behind her, and tied them together at the front of her waist. This kind of tied kept her vibrator in and effectively spread and exposed her pussy lips and clit for my next new toy. I had left my surprises for Lauren in my sportcoat's pockets, which I had taken off during dinner and left draped over the back of my dining room chair.

My new surprise sex toys for Lauren were in boxes. First I opened the butterfly vibrator box and showed the device to Lauren, who registered no comprehension of what it was. I had her step into the 2 elastic thigh bands and hiked them up to her crotch. The elastic belt had a buckle that enabled me to tighten it around her waist and center it over her clit. Then, I opened up the box containing the 14K gold adjustable nipple clamps. I sucked each of her taut nipples, until I thought that I had drawn them out as long as they would go. I applied a nipple clamp to the base of each of Lauren's extended nipples. The rest was experimentation. I looked right into Lauren's eyes and tightened the thumbscrews of each nipple clamp, until I saw her wince. I turned the remote controlled butterfly vibrator to its 2nd lowest setting out of 7, and gave Lauren her marching orders. I told Lauren to get the vacuum cleaner and its extension hose and attachments. I told her that her chores were to: vacuum the living room drapes; dust the window frames and all the artwork on the walls; vacuum all the upholstered furniture and finally vacuum the living room carpeting. While Lauren assembled what she needed, I went out to the garage and brought back a stepstool for Lauren to use.

I watched Lauren's reddened ass and vibrating pussy climb the 2 steps up and down the 2 steps of the stepstool. What a sight! Her cute butt wiggled delightfully as she worked. I moved the furniture out for Lauren, while she worked her way around the living room, vacuuming and cleaning the windows and artwork on the walls. She used the attachments and vacuumed all the upholstered furniture that I had moved out, and vacuumed the carpeting, where the furniture normally belonged. As she finished an area, I put the furniture back. I undressed and took a chair with a good view. What remained for Lauren, was to vacuum the furniture-less center of the wall-to-wall carpeting. Lauren pushed and pulled that vacuum back and forth, while she gradually covered the carpeting in a sensible pattern. I took my clothes off and began stroking my cock. Lauren bent over a bit, as she moved the vacuum back and forth. Her tits dangled down and swung pendulously, and her hips swayed tantalizingly. It had taken Lauren about an hour or so to complete her task. She was flushed from the exercise and really turned on. Meanwhile, I had worked myself into a real boner stiffie. I tied Lauren's wrists crossed up between her shoulder blades. I was a total novice, when it came to nipple clamps. The only instructions that I had received were on how to put them on. When I took Lauren's nipple clamps off, she cried out in pain. The only comforting thing that I could think of doing for her was to gently suck her nipples, until the pain subsided.

Never mind putting away the equipment, we had a destiny that would only end in complete sexual exhaustion. I removed her crotchrope and vibrator, along with her butterfly vibrator. I had Lauren kneel down and bend over our only coffee table. I had the lube and my hardon. The lube was generously spread over my cock and well into Lauren's cute pert asshole. With one big push, I buried my cock all the way up into her bowels. I let Lauren wiggle about a little and get accustomed to my cock. Once I was buried up her asshole and we seemed all settled and ready to go, I told Lauren to slowly stand up. I explained that we were going to try to climb the stairs up to our bedroom, while my cock remained in her colon. I grabbed the lube, and with that hand, I wrapped it tight around her waist and didn't allow her to pull away. My other hand held the bannister and steadied the 2 of us, as we climbed the stairs, connected only by my prick up her ass. It was a little awkward walking up on unleveled flooring, because my cock was bent downward in order to stay inside her. But, as we climbed the stairs, I was a 1/2 step behind her and my cock angled up perfectly, while Lauren tried not to sway her hips and lose contact. Once up in our bedroom, Lauren almost did a little acrobatic ballet to kneel together at the foot of the bed, with Lauren bent over at the waist and supporting her upper torso on the mattress. I relieved my initial self-achieved hardon by fucking Lauren's ass hard and fast. She came twice, before I couldn't hold it any longer and shot my wad. I re-lubed my cock and shoved in for a double dip. The second time, I fucked her ass long and slow and teasingly tantalizing. While Lauren moaned and begged to come the entire time, I kept my cock in check, until the very end. We finally both burst into spectacular orgasms.

I went into the bathroom to wash and disinfect my cock and surrounding areas. When I came out to do the same to Lauren's ass crack, she asked me to fuck her like I had done with Erin and Holly that morning. Since I would be spending a lot of time on her, I figured that I could use another one of Lauren's superb blowjobs. Her only restraint was that her wrists were tied crossed up between her shoulder blades, which was her favorite position for most all bondage sex play. She pivoted around, from her kneeling position against the bed's mattress, and took my clean limp cock in her mouth. When she licked and sucked my balls, my cock sprang back to life. Then, Lauren took her time and teased and sucked and took me into her throat, until I shot my load down her throat, and she swallowed all of it.

If I was going to do Lauren, like I had done Erin and Holly, she needed just a little more preparation. I wrapped and tied rope around the base of each of Lauren's breasts and knotted the ends behind her neck. I liked to tie those rope ends tight enough to raise her tits about 2". Then, when she was on her back, her swollen gorgeous globes moved independently on her chest, like a Bobble Head toy. I got Lauren up on the bed, spread her legs and tied her ankles to the bottom posts of our 4 poster bed. I made one addition. Her butt rested on a pillow, which gave me better access to her pussy. I had played with Erin for about 45 minutes that morning, and spent about an hour with Holly. I tried to make this experience with Lauren longer and more intense. Unfortunately, somewhere around 45-60 minutes, of the 1-1/2 hours I spent on Lauren, without letting her come, I lost it. I sprayed my cum all over her pussy and belly. That was embarrassing, but I continued teasing and playing primarily with Lauren's breasts and pussy. She wasn't gagged at all, but had become a pre-orgasmic babbling pleading begging bundle of raw nerves and sensations below me. When I had become good and hard again, and thought that Lauren couldn't take any more teasing, I entered her and fucked her nearly senseless. Of course, after I untied Lauren and cuddled with her for a while, we showered together and went to bed for the night.

I would have thought that after fucking Lauren's best friends, Erin and Holly, that morning, that was the end of it, Boy was I WRONG!!!


Chapter 4 - Holly's Housecall (added: 2014/01/22)

Hi, this is Dean here. After fucking Holly and Erin the previous Tuesday morning, I had put it out of my mind. However, when I got home from work on Friday night, Lauren gave me the message that Holly wanted me to come over to her house the following Friday morning and tie her up, play with her and fuck her some more. Her husband, Pete the fireman would be at the firehouse all day. Perhaps you can imagine the discussions Lauren and I had that weekend. Well, was I to become a gigolo? Well no, because I wasn't going to accept any money or gifts for my services. Certainly it was adultery, but I had already crossed that line the previous Tuesday, because there was no Swingers Club rule forbidding sex among the members outside the Club meetings. I guessed that I could rationalize it, like Tuesday's fucking, as an extension of a Swingers Club meeting, but the Swingers Club did not (yet) have bondage. I had to work Saturday and Lauren's and my talks continued on and off until we sat down for Sunday dinner. The clincher came, when Lauren told me simply that she wanted me to do it for her. She was meeting Holly and Erin for lesbian sex regularly every week and I should have a diversity of bondage sexual experiences. I told Lauren that I would do it for her. She thanked me and said that I could have as much of her as I wanted on Sunday night.

I had Lauren come into the bookstore a few times the following week so that she would be familiar with the operation of things, use my computer order programs and use the cash register and credit card machines, while I was off doing Holly. Lauren fixed me a hearty breakfast Friday morning. I just wore casual shorts, a polo shirt and tennis shoes. I had my bottle of Viagra (having already taken 1/2 a pill) and my cell phone in my pockets. Lauren told me that she had called Marge at the bookstore to tell her that I wouldn't bee in until later, but that she would come in and cover for me. At 8:30 Am, I took the walk across my backyard, through the gate, and across Holly's backyard, and up the stairs into Holly's kitchen. Holly was there just finishing cleaning up from her breakfast. She was bright and chipper, when she greeted me. She looked GREAT, with just a touch of lipstick and mascara. She wore the exact same outfit that she wore last Tuesday. Besides tennis shoes, Holly had on those tight low-rise jean cutoffs that were impossible to be any shorter. She wore a white short sleeved shirt, with the tails tied below her big breasts, and all other buttons were not fastened. It was certain that she wore no bra. Holly took my hand and led me into her living room, where some romantic music was playing over her sound system. If it wasn't for the music, I would have bet that Holly had no panties on and was wearing a low buzzing vibrator. Ropes and other bondage supplies were on the floor and coffee table. There was no backing out now. Next, I tied her wrists behind her back and tied her elbows touching. Finally, I tied her ankles and knees together. Now that I had her at my mercy, what would I do with her? Obviously play with her, before I fucked her.

I untied the knot in Holly's shirttails, to reveal her excited heaving braless 36D breasts, and peeled her shirt back and down over her shoulders, until it met her bound elbows. Now that her breasts were bared for me, I stepped around behind her and cupped her gorgeous melons. I squeezed her firm boobs hard and rubbed and rolled her nipples, eliciting the first little moans of pleasure from inside Holly's throat. I spent nearly 15 minutes playing with Holly's tits, rolling and tweaking and pulling and pinching her nipples, before I finished. While still behind Holly, I untied her elbows and wrists, and removed her shirt. Then, I wrenched her wrists behind her and up between her shoulder blades. Holly offered no resistance whatsoever, as I tied her wrists crossed. My polo shirt came off next. Now in front of Holly, I drew her body tight to mine. I wanted to feel her magnificent tits crushed against my chest. What followed was at least a torrid kissing and makeout session, with each of us having to come up for air.

Next, I unfastened her short cutoffs and slithered them down to her knee tie. My assumption was correct. Holly wore no panties and a little leather thong protruded from her pussy. I extracted the 3" vibrating egg from Holly's pussy and put it in its plastic bag on the coffee table. I positioned myself at about a 45 degree angle to Holly's body, caught her neck in the crook of my elbow, and with my right hand I began playing with her pussy. Holly was so wet that 2 fingers easily plunged deep in her cunt. After slowly finger fucking her for 5-10 minutes, while I had her mouth lip locked with mine, I moved my middle finger to her clit and began massaging slow circles around it. As I kept kissing her, Holly was panting and moaning, and her chest was heaving. While we were catching our breaths, I casually asked her if she wanted to come. "OH GOD YES," was her reply, "PLEASE PLEASE HURRY!" A few rubs of Holly's clit and she exploded into a cosmic orgasm and screamed into my mouth as she came. I held her steady, as she shuddered and quivered and worked off the effects of her orgasm.

The next thing that I did was to untie Holly's knees and ankles, and work her tight cutoffs down her legs, until she could kick them off. I cleared a space on the coffee table, and helped Holly kneel, bend over, and support her bound upper torso on the coffee table. Off came my shorts and boxers. My already hard cock slipped easily into Holly's wet post orgasmic cunt. I teased her by fucking her doggie-style, using long slow strokes. I knew that I could outlast that hot little pussy, and that she would give in first. Sure enough, after about 10 minutes of teasing fucking, Holly bellowed, "OH GOD DAMN YOU, FUCK ME FASTER,FUCK ME HARDER, I NEED TO COME HARD!" Holly must have really worked her mind into a state for my cock this morning. I pounded her lovely cunt as fast and hard as I could. Holly came with a huge groan of relief, but I hadn't yet come. As I continued hammering into her, my own urges overcame my will to prolong the inevitable, and Holly screamed the scream of the fulfilled, and I groaned pretty loud myself. My own semen production must have been on over drive, because I think I came deep in Holly's cunt for about 5 minutes. My cock withered and I pulled it out. It was sticky with my cum, as with all flaccid penises, it hung down and sorta stuck to my scrotum. After a suitable recovery period, I figured that Holly had come down, because her original expectations were satisfied with 3 orgasms, and we were now in a sexual experience, not unlike at our Swingers Club, except with the added bonus of bondage. I got her up, made her crawl on her knees a couple feet and told her to suck my cock, with her wrists still tied behind her back up between her shoulder blades.

Holly used her tongue to pry my sticky cock off my scrotum. She took it in her mouth, got it all wet and clean and sucked it, until my dick came back to life and stood out on its own. Then, she went right for my balls. She licked and licked and licked them, before taking my whole sac into her mouth. Before she was finished sucking my scrotum and individual testicles, I thought that she had sucked the life out of them, and my cock was about as hard as it ever got. She licked my whole cock and got it dripping wet and slippery, with her saliva, before taking me all the way into her throat. After rubbing my cock's head against the back of her throat several times, Holly had a new little trick. As she pulled out, she allowed her bottom teeth to ever so lightly scrape along that pulsing blood vessel that ran along the underside of my cock. When her teeth got to that groove that ran around the circumference of my cock's head, she clamped her upper and lower teeth on my dick's head and gave it several little nibbles. This sent chills up my spine, thinking of the pain and damage she could have done to my precious organ. From that point on, it was a pretty straightforward blowjob. I let the bound Holly do her thing. There was the bobbing and licking and sucking and deep throat massages. Eventually, I couldn't take anymore and gave up my cum right down Holly's throat. After Holly licked me clean, she told me that she wanted me to take her down in the basement, where she had a surprise for me.

I helped her up, walked her out of the living room, through the dining room and into the kitchen. When I opened the cellar door, the lights were already on. I held her upper arm with one hand, and the railing with my other hand, and I steadied her bound form down the stairs. What I saw was an extensive home woodworking shop. Pete must have been quite a craftsman in his spare time. He had a large workbench with numerous hand tools hanging from pegboards. He had shelves of hand power tools and a Seer's movable 12 drawer tool storage cabinet. On the floor stood a separate table saw, router table, drill press and planer table. I guess that I got carried away looking at all of Pete's equipment, because Holly was nearly jumping up and down on her toes saying, "No, no, the surprise is in here." She told me that Pete took her in there when she was a naughty girl! I opened the next door and we emerged into what was there utility/laundry room. There were 2 metal supporting posts, about 10' apart, with ropes affixed to the tops and bases of each post, for tying Holly spread-eagle

However, the biggest surprise was what I would describe as a kneeling pillory. It consisted of a cushioned raised platform, with a cushioned pedestal seated atop a 4" X 6" post. At the front corners of the platform were 2 upright 4" X 6"s supporting a split hinged and locking yoke. The neck and arm holes were cushioned as well. Two more quite short 4" X 6" posts, with short ropes attached to their base, were at the rear corners. The ingenious feature was that Pete had cut the front posts at perhaps a 10-15 degree angle. Thus, the yoke atop the posts was mounted at the same angle. I could picture a victim sucking cock or eating pussy. Maybe Holly sucked off Pete there? Holly climbed on the platform and got her belly comfortably settled on the cushioned pedestal. I opened the yoke and Holly stuck her neck in the appropriate hole, before I closed and locked the yoke securing her head. I left her wrists tied crossed up between her shoulder blades. Finally, Holly spread her legs wide and I tied her ankles to the short rear corner posts. Holly was quite a sight to behold. Her big 36D jugs hung straight down, as if they were ready to be milked. Hanging from the inside of the front posts were pincer type rubber coated nipple clamps on little chains.. I pulled and pinched her nipples and attached the clamps to their base.

I slyly asked Holly if she was a naughty girl. She replied, "Oh yes, I've been a really bad girl," with a little grin on her face. The reason I asked her that, was that I saw a paddle lying on the floor next to one of the metal ceiling support posts. I certainly wasn't going to let that opportunity go to waste. I paddled her beautiful protruding ass, until it was good and red. Boy did she howl, but took her punishment like she was accustomed to it. I really didn't need another blowjob right away, but I walked around in front of her and told her to suck my cock hard. Now that my cock was hard again, I went behind her and fucked Holly's pussy from behind. When I had ejaculated, I took my sticky cock around to Holly's face. I made her lick it clean and suck it until it was again hard. I fucked her from behind again, made her lick me clean again. Then, I freed her from her imprisonment on the kneeling pillory. Either Holly read my mind or it was what she wanted next, because she stood between the 2 metal ceiling supporting posts and spread her arms and legs for me to tie. As I tied her wrists and ankles, I tugged on each rope to get Holly in a really tight standing spread-eagle. Before Holly could say a word, I hoofed it up the basement stairs, with my Wang freely flapping left and right. In the living room, I grabbed her ballgag and 2 longer pieces of rope. I pounded up the stairs to the 2nd floor and found Holly's bedroom. Where do women keep their vibrators? OK dummy, look in her underwear drawer or in her bed side table. In her bedside table I found several and grabbed her "Big Momma" vibrator. It may have been a little larger than any Lauren owned.

I bounded down the stairs to the basement. Before I could buckle the ballgag in Holly's mouth, she said, "You know that I'm still a naughty girl, and maybe you should punish me some more!" I ballgagged her and tied a long rope around the base of each of her breasts. When I tied the excess rope behind her neck, I believe that I raised her now beautiful swollen orbs 3" on her chest. I fingered and worked her biggest vibrator all the way into her cunt, turned it on high and secured it with a nice tight crotchrope. So, Holly said that maybe she should be punished some more, because she still felt like she was a naughty girl. Although her ass cheeks had only partially returned to their normal color, I paddled her ass some more, until her ass cheeks were dark red, being careful not to break her beautiful skin anywhere. I swear that Holly came once or twice, during her paddling. I left her there to wiggle and squirm and come. I went upstairs to the living room, got my cellphone and called Lauren. I asked her just how long I was supposed to stay there with Holly. You can follow the exchange without the entire "he said" and "she said portions." "What are you doing now?" "Holly is tied up in the basement." "What's in their basement?" "I can't tell you, because it's a surprise." "Well, you know I'll find out." " I know you will." "Well, you can stay as long as you want, or as long as Holly wants." "What about lunch?" "Holly is going to have lunch for you, and she will want you to give her an enema and fuck her ass." "OK, that clears it up for me." I'll be home when we're finished, Love ya." "I'll go into the bookstore and cover you, during Marge's lunchtime." "Save some for me tonight, Love ya right back." With things straightened out and clear in my mind, I returned to Holly in the basement.

I took a seat on the pedestal of the pillory and watched Holly writhe and struggle and stiffen and scream and come through 2 orgasms. Well OK, I did get up and suck the nipples on her reddening tits and tease her clit a few times, but I went right back to the pedestal and stroked my cock. After her 2nd orgasm, I removed her crotchrope, vibrator and ballgag. My hands went right for Holly's delicious melons. I squeezed and kneaded them, while I alternately sucked her nipples. Then, I drew her into me in what was like a bear hug and kissed her hard and long, while I slipped my cock deep into her cunt. As we kissed, I fucked her standing upright and tied spread-eagle. We came almost simultaneously. My cock needed another Viagra boost, after fucking her 4 times that morning and getting a blowjob. Before I released her, I re-inserted her vibrator on low and re-tied the crotchrope. I told her to leave it in, released her, and said, "Let's have lunch." Holly went upstairs to her bedroom and I retrieved my boxers and shorts. I used their downstairs guest bathroom and cleaned up, peed, put on my clothes and took another 1/2 Viagra pill. My polo shirt remained in the living room.

When we met in the kitchen, Holly was wearing the shortest robe that I had ever seen. If it was another inch shorter, I could have seen her twat. As it turned out, I did see her pussy and crotchrope numerous times, because only 2 buttons were fastened. Her breasts nearly bulged totally out of the open top of the robe. We had chicken salad, with grapes and nuts, a fluffy fruit salad and a slice from a half eaten chocolate cake. When given a choice of beverages. I chose either a Coke or Pepsi. Holly opened the refrigerator, bent over and pretended to look for my drink. Her robe rode up and she caught me staring at her red paddled ass. Our lunch was very good, but it all came from the bakery/deli inn town. During lunch, she wanted to be sure that I would give her an enema and fuck her ass. She told me that she was in the upper 20% of women, who could come, while being fucked up the ass, without any additional stimulation. I told Holly that Lauren had shared her Internet research on the subject. Holly wanted me to fuck her just like I had done that Tuesday morning at my house. I said, "We'll see." When it came time for me to eat my slice of chocolate cake, Holly got up, came around to my chair, stepped over my legs and parked herself on my lap. Holly gave me a virtual lap dance, while she fed me my dessert. As she fed me, she rubbed her pussy back and forth over my swelling cock. I helped Holly put the food away and load the dishwasher. I didn't see holly completely unbutton her robe. She had me cornered between the dishwasher and the sink. She moved in on me, with a totally open robe, and she got me into a naked front clench. We kissed and made out for about 10 minutes.

We went upstairs to her bathroom. Her unfastened robe slithered off her shoulders and I removed her crotchrope and long buzzing vibrator. Holly showed me where her enema and disinfectant supplies were. I tied her wrists behind her back, made her kneel over the bathtub edge and filled her up with the mixed enema solution. I plucked the enema nozzle from her pink rosebud, and replaced it with Holly's 3" butt plug and seated it.While we waited the requisite 30 minutes for the enema to take effect, I moved her back into her bedroom, made her kneel and suck me off. My swollen cock, from my lunchtime lap dance, didn't allow me to last as long as I wanted. Holly sucked me off, swallowed my cum and cleaned me up. I had her lie back on the edge of the bed and went down on her.

Next came the messy smelly part. I guess that if you want to make a hot woman happy, you'll do what she wants and endure the few minutes it takes to get her flushed out and cleaned up. The washing and disinfecting routine, for absolute safety, is very important. I popped her butt plug, from Holly's asshole and put it in their bathtub. Holly sat on the toilet and the gusher erupted. I found the switch to turn on the bathroom vent fan. Three flushes later, Holly was cleaned out. They didn't have a bidet, so I made her kneel over the bathtub's edge and gave her an especially good cleaning, with the anti-bacterial soap. Just a plain washrag does a great job. The isopropyl alcohol followed and Holly was all ready to fuck up the ass safely. After I helped her to her feet, Holly made a beeline for her bed, knelt on the floor, got her upper body on the mattress and spread her legs for me. I now had my chance to test her 20% theory! I lubed Holly's asshole and my cock. Holly made only a moan of satisfaction, when I penetrated her precious rosebud. Up, up and in, my cock ventured into the darkest areas of Holly's ass track. I simply fucked her back there, using long slow steady thrusts, in and out and in and out, never varying my speed. I'll be damned! After about 10 minutes of this tortuous pounding, Holly calmly told me that she was going to come. "Just fuck me with short strokes over my hole," she said. I did, and within about 3 minutes Holly shrieked and came. I was amazed, because I felt no urge to come yet.

I switched to high gear and pistoned in and out of Holly's asshole, making sure to draw out on each stroke, so that the head of my cock rubbed her anus and sphincter, without coming out. Man, did she come, with grunting, groaning and screaming, and slowly saying, as she came down, "That was really TERRIFIC!" I came, too, somewhere during all that noise. I went into the bathroom to get the cleaning supplies. After I cleaned up Holly's ass, I went back into the bathroom to clean and disinfect my cock and surrounding areas. As I left, I told Holly to get in a comfortable position, because I was going to go down on her and try to make her pass out. With her wrists still tied crossed behind her back, I found Holly lying at the edge of the bed, with a pillow under her butt, and her legs raised and spread. OH MAN, her pussy sure looked inviting. I knelt and held her thighs spread wider apart. At first, I licked her everywhere but her pussy. My nostrils caught the sweet fragrant scent of her wet pussy. I plowed my tongue through her hairy slit 5 or 6 times, opening her pussy petals more and more. Then, round and round my tongue licked her inner and outer pussy lips, occasionally catching her clit. I spread her pussy lips even wider open, before my tongue dove into her vagina. I gave Holly only what I would describe as a cursory tongue fucking. I wasn't going to do a g-spot squirt. I wanted to make Holly come hard and long.

I captured her clit between my lips and began sucking. Holly's mild moans and gasps doubled in volume. Her little red pulsing organ doubled in length, as I sucked it. Holly's first orgasm came with a shudder and mild scream, but I kept sucking. Pretty soon Holly was screaming and coming constantly. Less than a minute later her screams turned into little unintelligible squeaks, but her chest was heaving and her body continued to shake and spasm. I thought that Holly had entered her own cosmic spasmodic world of rapture and paradise. All of a sudden, I heard Holly faintly speak those dreaded words, "RAINBOW, RAINBOW" That was the safeword. I immediately stopped and jumped into action. I lept up and pulled Holly all the way up on the bed, flat on her back. She was breathing fine and her eyes were open, clear and focused. I couldn't see any signs that she was having a muscle cramp anywhere. "Do you hurt anywhere," I asked. She shook her head, NO, but still didn't speak. I stretched out beside her and gathered her in my arms. I drew her to me and we lay side by side cuddling. I could feel her heart steadily beating pitter-pat. For some time she rested her head on my shoulder. I had never even heard of anyone in the Swingers Club using the safeword. As we lay there, I figured that I had sexually overloaded her clit, causing Holly to evoke the safeword.

Finally, I said that I was really sorry for causing her any discomfort that I had caused. "OH, NO, NO, NO, You didn't do anything wrong," Holly answered, "My mind was spinning and I was beginning to lose my conscious senses, yet it seemed that I couldn't stop coming." "I was afraid to let myself go any further and maybe really pass out, and that really frightened me. So I used the safeword. My immediate problem wass that all that cuddling time, my hard cock had been poking Holly in the belly. Holly was back to normal. She asked me if I would still screw her twice, like I had done at my house last week, except that she wanted me to make slow love to her first, and then fuck her hard and fast the2nd time. I rolled her onto her back and got her centered on the bed. I put a pillow under her head and butt. Her wrists were already tied crossed behind her back, so I Tied the base of her breasts and left the tied end dangle on the bed. Finally, I spread her legs wide apart and tied her ankles down to the side rails of her bed. When tied, Holly's breasts were about the size and shape of plump grapefruits, and they were going to be my 1st targets.

I knelt between Holly's spread legs and grasped her boobs. I squeezed and kneaded and play with them for a good 10 minutes, before bending down and feasting on her nipples. Next, I supported myself with my elbows or upper arm, depending on where I was playing on her body. We kissed softly and soon our lips parted and our tongues delved into each other's mouths. We did 4 or 5 of those soft lip locking sloppy lip grinding kisses that you never want to end, before I let Holly come up and catch her breath. This was to be a slow love making session, so I took my time and gave Holly all the pleasure and teasing that I thought she could take. I kissed and sometimes licked all the sensitive areas around her face, jaw, neck and right down to those swollen grapefruits, which by now were beginning to turn just a little red. I paused there to suck on her nipples some more, and then kissed and licked my way down her torso towards her pussy. .During all this Holly's breathing rate fluctuated, but she moaned at my every tender touch. When I got down to her pubic hair, bypassed her pussy and started kissing and licking Holly's inner thighs, starting just above her left knee and slowly teasingly working my way up to her pussy. Out of nowhere, Holly said, "I can't stand it anymore." "I want you inside me NOW!" "Your wish is my command," I thought to myself.

I crept forward, over her body, and easily slipped my rock hard cock deeper and deeper into Holly's juicy dripping cunt, until I was buried in her up to the hilt. I settled about 1/2 of my upper body weight onto Holly's light red grapefruit shaped bound breasts, squishing her into the mattress. I started kissing her, but never even twitched my cock. Eventually, Holly's hips started moving, and I kept pace. Soon we were bucking and humping. Faster and faster we went, until we came. Instead of pulling out, I rested the head of my still hard dick just inside her twat. After Holly caught her breath, I asked Holly if she was ready for it hard and fast? She nodded her head, yes. I'm not sure if I could have gone any faster than we were going before we came. As promised, I let all my upper body weight rest on Holly's tits, and I hammered her cunt as fast and hard as I could. Holly came somewhere in the middle of my plundering of her pussy, but I kept on, until we each came in one final mind blowing orgasm. I rolled off Holly and untied her. "Join me in the shower," Holly said, And I'll suck your cock again!" It was 3:30 PM and had been a spectacular day. It was just like the end of a sex session at the Swingers Club. Their shower was only 3' X 5', with one shower nozzle, but we managed. After we soaped each other and rinsed off, I started fingering Holly's pussy, with clear water. That was Holly's signal, and she dropped to her knees and sucked me off one last time that day.

We dried off and I kissed Holly goodbye in her bathroom. My clothes were all in the living room. I got dressed there and walked home through our adjoining back yards. Lauren was waiting for me in our living room. She jumped up and kissed me deeply, and thanked me for doing that for her. I told Lauren that I'd tell her all about it at dinner, but I was going to go upstairs and get dressed for work. I figured that by the time I got home from work; Lauren would have all the details from Holly. As I was leaving for work, Lauren was on the phone talking with Erin. I knew that before I got home, Lauren and Erin would have gone over to Holly's and seen the kneeling pillory in their basement, and found out about my day with Holly. Well, when I got home for dinner at 6:30 PM, not only had Lauren and Erin gone over to Holly's, but each of them had been strapped in the basement pillory, with their clothes on. The 3 of them were going back to Holly's next week to play their lesbian bondage games. Holly told the girls that I had been spectacular, and that she never had so much bondage sex fun in one day. In fact, Holly wanted me back the following Friday and sweet Lauren had already written me in her social calendar. Finally, Erin, based on Holly's review, wanted me to come over and tie her up and fuck her on the following Tuesday! Lauren had already accepted on my behalf and put me in her book. I now had a sexual social secretary. Lauren told me that Erin wanted me to come at 8:30 AM wearing my swim trunks, and that there would be no enema. It was nearly custom sexual scheduling. Don't ask why. Make up your own mind, but I agreed to do Erin and Holly. Yes, that night I gave Lauren all the bondage sex that she could take.

Erin's Housecall -

I awoke Tuesday morning feeling really good. Having had Holly last Friday, I was looking forward to having Erin today, and all my initial nervousness was gone. I performed my routine 3 S's (shit, shave and shower). After drying off I put on my swim trunks, beach robe and tennis shoes, and headed for the Kitchen. I ate a big breakfast. I told Lauren that I had informed Marge that I wouldn't be in for work, until late that afternoon. Lauren said that she would cover for me at the bookstore. I took a 1/2 Viagra pill and put the prescription bottle in my beach robe pocket. I wouldn't need my cellphone. Lauren kissed me goodbye and told me to have a lot of fun. At 8:30 AM,I backed my SUV out of our garage and drove the short 6 houses down our street to Erin's. She must have been watching for me, because when I pulled into her driveway, the garage door went up. There stood Erin wearing a skimpy black string bikini. She crooked her finger beckoning me in the garage and to follow her. When my car was in her garage, the door went down and Erin went out the garage's back door to her pool.

By the time I had shed my beach robe and sneakers, Erin was treading water in the middle of the pool. She had already taken off her string bikini top and it lay on the pool deck. I dove in and came up in front of her. I grabbed her, crushing her beautiful breasts against my bare chest, and we began kissing and making out. During the 10-15 minutes of lip locked tongue plunging, I took off her string bikini bottom and slung it up onto the pool deck. She pushed away and we got into a splashing fight. Initially, I let Erin get the best of me, but then I turned into a merciless whirlwind of palm slapping deluges of water. Erin retreated and dove underwater, swam around me and came up further away from me, for another round. This splash fight had the same outcome. Erin, again, dove underwater and came up behind me starting to pull down my swim trunks. It took Erin 3 dives to pull down my wet clinging trunks off and throw them up on the pool deck. Each time she dove, she squeezed my cock. I knew that that cocksucking tease wanted to get her mouth on my prick. We had another short makeout session, before Erin pushed off saying, "Race you to the end of the pool." Never mind the little bit of cheating, I still could have beaten her, but I let her win.

Erin moved over to the pool diving ladder in the far corner of the pool. By now my cock was rock hard. She partially climbed the ladder, turned around and putting her hands overhead, grabbing the rungs of the ladder, like she was posed in a standing spread-eagle. I got up on the ladder and started making out with her and moving my cock back and forth opening up her pussy slit. She pushed me off into the pool and scampered up the ladder. It was faster just pulling me up on the pool deck, and quickly I was on Erin's heels. She was headed for some rope on a pool chair, next to where I hung my beach robe. From behind, she had a cute little wiggle in her ass, that seemed more pronounced when she was naked. Erin wanted me to tie her wrists and suck me off at the shallow end of the pool. However, what she wanted was not always what that little vixen would get, when I had her tied up. I tied her wrists crossed behind her back. In one fluid move, I put my left arm behind her back and my right arm under her knees, and picked her up. Despite her wail and kicking of her feet, I carried Erin down the side to the middle of the pool and threw her in.

She came up spurting water and cussing me out. I did jump in right after her and was right there when she surfaced. I got us into position face to face. I dragged her to a little shallower water, which came only up to my chest, and picked her up. When I lowered Erin, I impaled her twat on my rigid cock. Her wrists were still tied behind her back. I held her by her waist and she locked her ankles around my waist. I braced my legs and up and down she went, as I pistoned my cock in and out of her. On the down stroke my dick slammed fully into her love tunnel. Erin had no choice but to go along for the ride. At first she was smiling and laughing and having a good ole time, with me doing all the work. Soon, though, her orgasm started to build, and Erin gasped and moaned from my steady pummeling. After awhile, I started grunting from the continuous effort. I only groaned, when I came, but Erin screamed at the top of her lungs, when she came a minute later. A trail of my cum oozed from Erin's cunt, as I dragged her to the built in steps at the shallow end of the pool. I took a towel from the stack on a metal poolside table, folded it, and laid it out on the pool deck for Erin to kneel on.

We were both naked and soaked, but I didn't even have to prompt Erin to suck me off. She started on my balls and scrotum. After thoroughly licking and sucking those jewels, she went to work on my shaft. Erin loved to suck cock and took pride in her work. I mostly let her do me at her own pace, except once. When my cock was down into her throat, I grabbed her head and held it and my cock perfectly still for about 5 minutes. All Erin could do was suck my dick. When I finally let her head go, she took a few big gulps of air and finished me off. After swallowing everything and cleaning me off, I got Erin to her feet. She wanted me to take her into their exercise room. I said to myself, "WHAT THE HELL," and picked Erin up and threw her back in the pool. I jumped in right after. This time we landed in the perfect spot. The pool level came up to my waist and my penis was 6"-8" underwater. When I got her in position standing face to face, I told her to suck my cock for as long as she could, when I pushed her head under. Never one to back off from any cocksucking challenge, Erin smiled and said, "OK." I never thought that Erin or anyone else could suck me off underwater like that, but why not have a little fun with her? Erin took a deep breath and I pushed her head underwater by her shoulders. Whenever I felt the slightest indication that she needed to surface for more air, I raised her by her underarms. After 5 or 6 dunkings, lasting from about 30 seconds to maybe a minute, my cock was as long as it should be, but not rock hard, and poor Erin was running out of gas.

I dragged her over to the stairs and helped her climb out of the pool. I grabbed 2 large towels off of the wrought iron table. I untied Erin's wrists and dried her off, including her cute little pixie hairdo and between her legs. Her hair seemed to jump right back into its original position after I vigorously tussled it dry. I re-tied her wrists behind her back, with a dry piece of rope, and made her kneel and wait. After I dried myself off, I retrieved our wet swimwear and hung it on the backs of 2 chairs to dry. I did the same with the used towels. My cock hadn't completely shriveled yet. I made Lauren suck me off yet again, but when I began to feel that I was going to lose it, I pulled out. I didn't know which of us might be getting more frustrated. I helped Lauren to her feet and took her into her exercise room. Lauren had told me several times, about the chinning bar that she had been tied to when the girls got together to play their lesbian bondage sex games. I was going to try the chinning bar on Erin. The chinning bar apparatus consisted of 2 vertical 3" metal poles spaced at least 3' apart. The chinning bar itself was a solid 1" metal bar set in holes in the upright metal posts at a current height of 8' above the padded floor. I made Erin kneel on the padded floor cushion between the 2 vertical posts, and tied her ankles spread to those same upright posts. This 3rd try, I let Erin suck me off from start to finish, with no interference or help from me. I had quite a load of built up cum, and when I came, some of my cum started to ooze from the corners of Erin's mouth, but she licked it off, swallowed all my semen and cleaned off my cock with her tongue.

I needed more equipment and toys. I left Erin tied there and headed for her bedroom. I found vibrators and a ballgag in her underwear drawer of her dresser, and I found more vibrators in her bedside table. Since Richard was out of town for work, I could see what she did in his absence. In a bag next to their bed, I found all the rope I would need, and hurried backed to the exercise room. I helped Lauren stand up, keeping her ankles tied spread to the chinning posts. I untied her wrists and tied individual ropes to each wrist. I pulled them overhead and tied each one to the junction of the chinning bar and upright post, at the 8' level. Erin was now securely tied in a standing spread-eagle. Next, I buckled her ballgag deep in her mouth. Finally, I used my fingers to open her up and get her really wet. Only then did I shove Erin's biggest vibrator up her love tunnel and turn it on high. I secured it with a good tight crotchrope. Erin was good to go, but I needed my sneakers. I slipped out to the pool deck and brought back my shoes and my beach robe, which I didn't need, except that it had my Viagra pills in a pocket. I put on my sneakers and climbed aboard their treadmill. I set the timer for 30 minutes, and set the speed gor 3.00 MPH, and started walking.

There was a pair of earphones hanging over the treadmill's handle bar and plugged into the control panel. I put them on and turned them on. I had FM radio music. For my 30 minutes, I strolled on the treadmill, in all my nudity, watching Erin struggle and writhe and scream into her ballgag and come. When my walk was over, I removed Erin's crotchrope and vibrator. I untied her wrists, from the standing spread-eagle, and immediately tied them behind her back. I tied a separate rope around the base of each of Erin's 38C tits. I pulled the ropes downward, until Erin was bent over at the waist, and secured them to the ropes holding her legs spread apart. Leaning against the wall in the corner was the infamous ping pong paddle that Lauren told me was used on her. I paddled Erin's mighty fine ass to a deep red color. Then I fucked her doggie-style, TWICE! Each time I bent over her back, reached around and played with her glorious swollen globes and nipples. After my double fuck, my cock needed a little break. I completely untied and released Erin, except that I left her wrists tied behind her back. I had Erin sit on the edge of the padded weight bench and lay flat on her back. I frog tied her legs and knelt before her red hot pussy. I went down on her and gave her 3 increasingly more intense orgasms, which I don't think shefully recovered from. Women can experience multiple orgasms in a short period of time, and recover rather quickly, whereas we guys might be good for only 2 climaxes, before we had to recover.

I untied Erin's frog tied legs and had her kneel at the end of the padded weight bench, with her feet dangling over the edge. I was rejuvenated and ready to go again. I had Erin bend over with her ass and pussy up in the air and her face resting on the padded bench. I straddled the weight bench and plunged my cock into her pussy eating primed twat. I was angled somewhat downward and Erin felt every thrust throughout her core. We came pretty much simultaneously. Then, I gave her a choice of going back into the pool or sucking me off again, before lunch. The morning had gone by so fast.. Of course Erin chose the bJ option. I got her off the padded weight lifting bench and down on her knees on that padded floor of their exercise room. Erin sucked my cock with all the enthusiasm of the 1st time. She didn't miss a thing, licking and sucking my scrotum and individual balls. She teased my cock for a while and then got serious. She took my cock deep into her throat multiple times, before I couldn't hold it any longer and shot my wad of cum down her throat. I untied Erin and she told me to meet her in the kitchen in about 15 minutes for lunch. I grabbed my beach robe, with the Viagra bottle in one pocket, and headed for her guest bathroom. I washed my face, hands and other necessary parts. Disposable tooth brushes were available, and I brushed my teeth and peed. Finally, I took another 1/2 Viagra pill and headed for the kitchen, all set for what I had planned for Erin that afternoon.

However, Erin wasn't there yet. I went back to the exercise room and gathered up the ropes and toys that I would need after lunch. I took them to Lauren's bedroom and left them for later. The bathroom door was closed and I could hear Erin inside. I went back to the kitchen and took a seat at the table, which was already set for 2. A few minutes later Erin breezed in wearing a full length oriental silk robe that was only tied at the waist. I could see her pussy, when she walked, and her boobs were only about 1/3 covered so that her nipples were mostly visible. Lunch was partly a do-it-your self affair. I had iced tea, and a choice of white or wheat bread and deli turkey or roast beef slices, along with the necessary condiments. I had a heaping helping of coleslaw right from our deli's container. I made my sandwich and ate it, along with the coleslaw and iced tea. During lunch, Erun explained her problem with being ass fucked, and that was her reason for not wanting me to try it on her. Nevertheless, that was precisely what I intended to do to her after lunch. For dessert, I had a slice of store bought apple pie, heated in the microwave, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. When we finished lunch. I helped put the food away and load the dishwasher. Then we headed for Erin's bedroom.

As soon as we got into her bedroom I tied Erin's wrists behind her back and gagged her 1st with a pair of her panties, followed by her ballgag. Despite what was said during lunch, I dragged her into her bathroom and made her kneel over their bathtub rim. Erin, of course, knew what I was going to do to her, but at this point there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it, except scream and curse me into her gag. I found the Fleet's enema supplies in the bottom drawer of her vanity, mixed up a batch of the warm sudsy solution and inserted the Fleet's nozzle into her shit hole. Erin certainly didn't have a virgin asshole and I saw no need for lubrication at this time. While the container emptied into her bowels, I searched for her butt plug. I found it rolling around in the bottom drawer of Richard's vanity. The enema was all inside Erin now and there was no going back. I thoroughly disinfected the 4" rippled butt plug, with the anti-bacterial soap and isopropyl alcohol. Out came the Fleet's nozzle assembly and in went the lubricated butt plug. As Erin walked back into the bedroom, she twitched and wiggled her ass at me. We had a half hour to kill and I laid her on the bed on her back. I didn't even bother to tie her ankles.

I thought that a couple quickies would do it, and then Erin should be ready to burst. I crawled over her on the bed. Erin spread her legs for me and my fingers quickly opened her up. I entered her and fucked her at a steady moderate rate. This would not be a hard fucking, because I didn't want to hurt Erin, with the 4" butt plug up her ass. I kept up the pace, as Erin bucked her hips in time with my thrusts. Finally, I slid my hand between our bodies and rubbed her clit, until she came, but I did not. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down the bed, until her pussy was flush with the end of the bed. Again, I didn't tie her ankles. I knelt before her cum oozing pussy and went down on her. A glance at the bedside clock radio revealed that 15 minutes had elapsed. My tongue teased and toyed with her pussy for about 10 minutes. Then, I concentrated on her clit. The simple act of my licking circles around her swollen member, and she cane. I continued and sucked her clit until Erin came again. It hadn't quite been 30 minutes, but I thought that since Erin had been lying horizontal all the time, I thought the movement and churning of her body may have hastened the work of the sudsy enema in her colon. I got her up and walked her into the bathroom. As Erin was squatting to sit on the toilet, I pulled out her butt plug and tossed it in the bathtub.

It started coming out almost immediately. There were 2 vent fans in her bathroom, one in the outside wall and the other in the shower, and I turned both of them on. Three flushes later Erin nodded her still ballgagged mouth, yes, when I asked if she was finished. I helped her shift over to the bidet. It was just like ours and I wondered if all the houses on this street had bidets. I always gave Lauren 3 warm water rinses and that's what Erin got. I again bent her kneeling over the bathtub's rim. I washed and disinfected her ass and took her back into the bedroom. I made her kneel at the bottom edge of the bed, with 2 pillows under her torso. I knew she thought she couldn't come, without additional stimulation. I turned her big vibrator up to high and shoved it up her love hole. Quickly, I lubed her asshole area and my cock. It slid past her rosebud fairly easily and with out any scream from Erin, other than a sigh. I ventured as far as my cock would go inside her colon. I started to move, slowly at first, back and forth, in and out, and then faster. I could feel her vibrator buzzing away through the walls of her colon and vagina. When I hit full thrusting speed, I slipped my right hand between us and rubbed her clit. I could feel that Erin was in the pre-orgasmic stages. She was breathing hard, through her gag, and moaning quite a bit. All of a sudden, her body stiffened and she screamed and came, along with me.

While Erin was spasming and enjoying her orgasm, I kept the head of my cock just inside the entrance to her asshole. I pulled out her vibrator just enough to turn it down to low, and rammed it back home. I started fucking her butt hole again. When it became time to rub her clit, I simply ran one finger around her clit, without ever touching it, and Erin and I came. She shuddered and screamed into her ball gag, while I just groaned aloud from the effort. After I cleaned both of us up with the anti-bacterial soap and rubbing alcohol. I helped Erin to her feet, and removed her ballgag. I grabbed her vibrator and a piece of rope and led her out of the bedroom, through the kitchen and out onto the pool deck. We walked around the pool and onto their lush green lawn. With her wrists still tied behind her back, I made Erin kneel and suck my cock hard. Then, I got on my back on the cool thick luxuriant lawn, and helped Erin straddle my cock and get her twat impaled on my flagpole. I let her ride my cock, while I steadied her with my hands, until I came, and Erin may have come twice. When we were finished, I rolled her off, shoved the buzzing vibrator up her cunt, tied her ankles together, and left her to writhe and roll around on the thick lawn.

The towels we had used that morning were dry and still laying over the lawn furniture chairs. I took 3 of them and smoothed them out over the pool deck end of the diving board. I walked back to Erin and picked her up. On the walk back to the diving board, I threatened several times to toss Erin in the pool. I laid her out on the diving board, with her head hanging over the end. I untied her ankles and removed the vibrator. Her ankles were tied under the diving board, spreading her legs just wide enough apart for me to get my body and cock in-between them. I moved to her head and had her suck my cock hard, while her head was upside down. Then I climbed onto the diving board, between her spread legs, and fucked her again. Her ankles remained tied apart under the diving board, but I shoved her buzzing vibrator back up her twat and left her there. In the kitchen, I cleaned off the remainder of our lunch stuff and put it on a countertop. I washed off the tabletop with hot water. When I went back for Erin, I left the slider open.

I untied Erin's ankles, from under the diving board, and retied them together, leaving her buzzing vibrator inside her. I picked her up and headed for the kitchen, stopping several times along the edge of the pool and threatened to throw her in the water. I carried her through the open slider and laid her out on the kitchen table, with her head hanging over the edge. I made her give me an upside down blowjob. When she finished and swallowed my cum, I pulled her along the table, until her pussy was approximately flush with the edge of the table. I untied her ankles and removed her vibrator. I pulled out a kitchen chair, sat down and ate her dripping pussy. I ate that hairy beaver, until Erin came 2 times. I helped her off the table and walked her into her bedroom and into the shower. With her wrists still tied behind her back, I washed and rinsed both Erin and me. When I finished, Erin went down on her knees and sucked me off. I turned off the water, untied Erin's wrists and handed her a towel. After I dried off, I went out to the pool deck and brought back my dry swim trunks and Erin's string bikini. I put on my swim trunks, tennis shoes and beach robe. When Erin finally dried off, did her hair and put on a little lipstick, I helped her tie on her string bikini.

I grabbed her hand and led her out of the bedroom, through the kitchen and out on the pool deck. This was goodbye. I kissed her a few times, and Erin asked me if I would come again next week. I said sure and told her to call Lauren with the details. I said that I'd let myself out, but told her not to forget to close the garage door, when I left. Then, with a swift swoop, I picked up Erin, carried her over to the edge of the pool and heaved her in. I opened the garage door, drove my SUV out of her garage, and drove home. I cleaned up a bit, got dressed and went to work.

I did Housecalls at Holly's and Erin's every week. I had Holly every Friday or Saturday, depending on Pete's work schedule at the firehouse. I had Erin either every Monday or Tuesday depending on the Swingers Club schedule and Richard's schedule.


Chapter 6 - More Housecalls (added: 2014/01/22)

Sarah's Housecall -

Hi, this is Lauren here. It happened the following Saturday evening, before dinner and before Dean came home from work. Sarah, from the clinic called. She, of course, knew that the girl's were playing bondage sex games and doing some ass fucking, because we went to her for advice on the latter. She had, also, somehow learned about Dean's Housecalls and the 2 group bondage sex parties that had recently been held. SHIT, we had a leak, and someone was running their mouth off, when they shouldn't have. Nevertheless, she told me that she and Gerald had been playing some simple bondage sex games for about 3 months and wanted to play some games and see where they stood, compared to Dean and me. I saw this as an opportunity to add 2 possible votes to get bondage sex games voted in for the Swingers Club. Since the coming week was pretty heavily scheduled, I asked if they could come the next day, Sunday, for lunch and we could play after lunch. Sarah said that she would be coming by herself, but had to stop by the clinic to finish some paperwork, but would be there for lunch. She also added that she would take an enema before she arrived.

I discussed the plan with Dean at dinner that night. He was all for it, except that he wanted to finish by 4:00 to watch a NFL football game.. I hadn't yet checked Sunday's TV schedule. It seemed that HIS Cleveland Browns were playing MY Chicago Bears (Da Bears). I had already made my chicken salad for Sunday noon. The chicken salad, from the deli in town, contained some vinegar and mustard, and we preferred mine. On Sunday morning, I cooked an extra chicken breast, diced it, and added it to my chicken salad, along with a couple more blops of mayonnaise, a couple handfuls of shredded cheddar cheese, black olives, a chopped onion, and some pieces of Macadamia nuts. I heated it in the oven in a casserole dish. Sarah arrived a little before 12:00 noon at the kitchen door, while Dean was still reading the Sunday papers in the entertainment room. Sarah was one of the shortest women in the Swingers Club at 5'4". Compared to Erin's 5'2", all the other women in the swingers Club stood at least 5"8" tall. Her 34B breasts were perfectly adequate. Currently she was wearing her streaked light brown hair at chin length, but her hair style and color seemed to change every month. Sarah brought a shoebox, which she set on the kitchen countertop, and took out an aerosol can of whipped cream and slipped it into my refrigerator. I saw the remainder of the shoebox's contents. Sarah was into some kinky stuff and I knew it would be messy, and I knew that we'd have to play in our 4th bedroom, which had the oldest sheets on the bed.

We had a hot cheesy chicken casserole for dinner, along with steamed asparagus spears, fresh tomato slices, fruit compote, ands for those who had room fresh baked peach pie. After dinner, I told Dean to set up in bedroom #4, while Sarah and I loaded the dishwasher and put the uneaten food away. We converged on bedroom #4, and everyone took their clothes off. With Sarah as our guest, I told her that she could go first. Sarah tied Dean's and my wrists behind our backs. She knew how to tie for safety and maximum comfort. We had to kneel alongside one side of the bed, side by side. Sarah lay back on the edge of the bed with her legs raised and spread. She shot a big whoosh of whipped cream up her love tunnel and then filled her pussy slit to overflowing, with the fluffy white dairy product. Dean looked at me, plunged his face in there, withdrew and looked at me. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. His face was covered with whipped cream, even into his nose. Dean dove back into Sarah's pussy and lapped and licked up the whipped cream, until he got down to the good areas. He licked and sucked Sarah's pussy until she came.

It was my turn next and I got honey. Sarah had one of those plastic bear shaped containers of honey and squeezed it into her twat and spread some more in her pussy slit. The honey was fairly thick, although it was sticky and messy. I had no trouble llicking and sucking her pussy and getting Sarah to come, but every part of her pussy was left with a sticky shiny sheen. Next, Dean and I had to lick each other's faces clean, before we went further. Dean had to stand up. Sarah sucked his cock until he was hard. Then, she coated his cock and balls with Hershey's squirt bottle of chocolate syrup. My wrists were untied and re-tied behind my back, with my wrists crossed up between my shoulder blades. I had to lick and suck and clean the chocolate syrup from Dean's balls and dick, and suck him off until he came. The chocolate syrup was much better tasting to me, over the honey in Sarah's pussy, and it seemed to dissolve easier, so that I could get Dean's cock really clean, after he came.

Sarah got me up on the bed on my back, with my pussy even with one edge, at the bottom corner of the bed. My body was lying along the other edge of the bed, so that Dean could easily have access to both my breasts and pussy. Sarah built a whipped cream sundae atop my breasts and topped them with the Hershey's syrup. Dean had to crawl over to me and lick all the whipped cream and chocolate sauce off my tits. Of course after Dean got my knockers clean, he sucked my nipples, while Sarah stuffed my pussy with more of the aerosol whipped.cream topped off with generous squirts of more chocolate sauce. Dean had to crawl around the corner to get to me. Again, Dean dove in and lapped away at my pussy. He made quick work of the impediments, and got his tongue in my love tunnel, and tongue fucked me until I whimpered and groaned and came. Meanwhile, Sarah was on the bed playing with my tits and sucking my nipples the entire time. Dean quickly attacked my clit by licking and sucking and nibbling on that red engorged organ, until I had 2 more successive climaxes.

While Dean helplessly watched, Sarah got me up on my feet and bent me over one of the upholstered chairs in the bedroom. She had found my big 9" X 2" strapon among our bondage supplies. She fastened it on and lit into my pussy doggie-style. Sarah buried that strapon as deep in my cunt as it would go and fucked the Hell out of my twat. Finally, she got Dean to his feet, sucked his cock hard and made him fuck me doggie-style, while I was still bent over the upholstered chairs. The kinky food fuckery was over. Sarah untied me. We went in the bathroom and using washcloths and a lot of hot water, we cleaned ourselves up from all the sticky mess on our bodies. We went out into the bedroom and cleaned Dean up too. It was time for Sarah and me to have our way with Dean, although I had not forgotten that Sarah had taken an enema and she had some ass fuckings coming. Sarah and I got Dean up onto the center of the bed on his back. His wrists were already tied behind his back. We stretched him out and tied each ankle/leg about a foot apart. Out of her shoebox, Sarah brought out a silicone vibrating cock ring. She took Dean's cock in her fingers and slipped the cock ring over it. Then, she sucked his cock, until he was hard. As she sucked, Dean's dick grew in length and girth, until the cock ring fit snugly around the base of Dean's cock.

Sarah pinched the dark band, like on a nightcrawler worm, which was positioned on the topside of Dean's penis, and it sprang to life. She mounted him and let Dean's shaft slide slowly into her love tunnel. Sarah rode Dean's cock up and down, and side to side, and finally in a circular motion. After she came the 1st time, she leaned forward and let the vibrating cock ring fully and continuously vibrate her clit, until she had her 2nd orgasm. Meanwhile, I had straddled Dean's face and he was eating my pussy out. When I wanted Dean to lick and suck and bite my clit, I merely shifted positions back a bit and leaned my clit area harder against Dean's mouth. He got the message. Sarah and I did all right that 1st round, and then we switched positions. It was much the same. However, when dean came inside me both times, I was surprised that he was able to ejaculate into my love tunnel each time he came. Something was wrong with the cock ring. It was supposed to prevent a man from ejaculating. Certainly Gerald was no bigger around than Dean. Maybe the cock ring Sarah had bought was the wrong size, or Sarah didn't know how they were supposed to work. We released Dean. It was time to tie Sarah up and fuck her up the ass. Dean left the bedroom telling me to prepare Sarah. I ballgagged her first. Then, I twisted her arms behind her back and tied her wrists crossed between her shoulder blades. For added tightness, I wrapped a long rope several times around her upper arms and breasts. Behind her, the rope loops held her arms tightly to her body, and in front the rope loops wove over and under her breasts, pinching them more together. I had Sarah kneel at the end of the bed, with her knees spread and her torso bent over the bed and supported by one pillow. That seemed about the right height for Dean and me.

Dean returned to the bedroom carrying a bowlful of mini cocktail ice cubes. He handed me the bowl and proceeded to spank Sarah's ass, until it was a satisfactory shade of red. She wailed and moaned,, into her ballgag, through most of it. While Dean cleaned and disinfected his cock and surrounding areas, he told me to pack Sarah's twat with the ice cubes. I did just that, and after I shoved 8 ice cubes into her cunt, Sarah was nearly full. The cold of the ice cubes seemed to contract the opening to her love box, and none of the ice cubes slithered out. > Dean knelt and cleaned and disinfected Sarah's ass crack, and then generously lubed up his cock and her ass hole. Dean's big cock easily entered Sarah's asshole, without a peep coming from her gagged mouth. Dean fucked her up the ass hard and fast, until they both came, while I was putting on my strapon and cleaning it. When Dean finished and pulled out to go through the cleaning process again, I was right there and shoved my big strapon dildo back up her ass track. We were double teaming Sarah, and she wouldn't have but a few seconds to come down between fuckings. I, of course, couldn't feel anything in there with the dildo, so I had to rely on Sarah's sounds and movements to judge if she was nearing the edge of orgasm. I fucked Sarah twice up the ass, with my strapon. When I finished, Dean was all cleaned and disinfected and ready to go, just as soon as he cleaned Sarah's ass crack again.

Sarah came readily throughout her ordeal, and Dean's final fucking was no exception. He fucked her slow and steady, often teasing her by reaching in and barely rubbing her clit. Before Dean had come and pulled out, Sarah had come 2 or 3 times. Dean said that he was going to take a quick shower and get to watching the football game. He suggested that maybe, while he was in the shower, I might want to get on the bed, remove Sarah's gag, spread my legs and scoot my pussy up to Sarah's mouth, so that she could eat me out. I did just that. When Dean came out of the shower, all dried off, he started getting dressed. I was just untying Sarah. Sarah and I showered together, and yes, we each knelt and ate each other out one last time. The important thing to come out of the afternoon's bondage sex play was that Sarah promised that she and Gerald would vote yes to have bondage at the Swingers Club meetings.

This really hadn't been one of Dean's type of Housecalls.

Later, after Sarah had left, I told Dean the good news that we now had the necessary 12 of 16 votes to pass a vote on bondage sex at the Swingers Club. We both thought that the afternoon's food fuckery had been kinda fun, BUT NEITHER OF US EVER WANTED TO DO IT AGAIN! From that day on, Dean always referred to Sarah as "KINKY SARAH!"


Virginia's Housecall -

It happened on a Wednesday afternoon. This was the Wednesday afternoon immediately after Lauren's and my play session with kinky Sarah on the previous Sunday afternoon. I was working at my bookstore, and had just finished packaging a shipment of books and prints for UPS to pickup later that afternoon. In walked Virginia, from the Swingers Club. She asked if she could talk to me in private. I took her to my office, calling out to Marge to watch the store and answer the phone, because I would be in my office with a client. Besides my chair, I had 2 matching wooden framed chairs that were cushioned and covered in black leather on the backrest and seat cushions. Virginia had a serious expression on her face. I invited her to take a chair, locked my office door and sat in my office chair opposite her. She dressed like a fashionable modern Southern Belle. She wore an off-white sleeveless sun dress, with matching belt and narrow over the shoulder straps to hold up the top of the dress that came just above her knees. The dress was nearly covered with colorful mostly little red flowers. She wore a very wide brimmed straw hat, with matching flowers on the hat band, and carried a matching straw purse.

Virginia blurted right out, "You do bondage and play bondage sex games." "Will you tell me what bondage is and how it relates to the upcoming bondage vote at the Swingers Club?" She was getting her information from someone. I replied," Bondage is merely the act of getting tied up." "Bondage sex can involve being tied up in various ways and positions and locations, and performing various sexual acts, or having them done to you." "Part of being tied up involves your mind." "You might have feelings of being helpless, or you might find yourself trying to anticipate what is coming next, or you may want to fantasize about some known or unknown person doing things to your body." "The other part of being tied up is physical." "You can try and resist while you are being tied up, or once tied up you wiggle and writhe and struggle trying to get free, and finally you can be teased to a point where you would beg to come!" I told her that I had heard that women had more intense and longer lasting orgasms, when they come while tied up. I said that if the Swingers Club vote passes, on the weeks when a guy draws your picture, he can tie you up anyway he wants and do what he wants with you. However, on the weeks when you draw a partner, you can tie him up and do what you want with him.

Virginia had only a few minor questions, which I answered. I told her that she could call Lauren for the female perspective on it all. Then, I decided to try a few demonstrations on her. I had Virginia put her wrist behind her back, and over the chair back, palm-to-palm. I clasped both hands around her slender wrists, firmly, but not so tight that it would hurt, and told Virginia to wiggle around and struggle. "Oh my,"

She said, "That feels really good, but look at how my breasts are jutting out!" I thought Virginia would look really hot all tied up. Next, I grasped her upper arms and easily pushed her elbows together. " OH CHRIST," she said," That feels really good, and the strain across my chest makes me feel as though my boobs are going to pop out of my bra!" I got a glimpse inside the front of her dress and saw her creamy white 36C tits straining to pop out of her bra. I had one more demonstration. I had Virginia cross her wrists behind her back and the chair. I told her to put her knees and ankles tightly together, as if they were tied together, while I held her crossed wrists firmly behind her back. She struggled for several minutes and I could tell she was weighing the ramifications of being totally tied. When I released her wrists, Virginia stood up and declared that it was all magnificent. She thanked and kissed me, and in a meek little voice asked, "Will you please come over and tie me up and do all kinds of things to me?" We settled on a week from this coming Friday at 9:30 AM, but Virginia wasn't finished.

She wanted several small colorful prints to hang along the 1st floor hallway leading back to her living quarters at the rear of their 4 story mansion that was the meeting place of the Swingers Club. She also wanted a large colorful print to hang over her bed in her bedroom. I took Virginia into my print room and I laid out 15 or so prints on my display table. Virginia quickly chose 4 well known bird prints, the Robin, the Bluebird, the Cardinal and the Baltimore Oriole. She selected one of the 15 frame profiles that I kept in stock, and a neutral off-white solid core mat, from the 50 white and colored mat boards that I had on hand. Marge came in and said that she could have the 4 small prints ready the next afternoon. I had only a modest selection of the 26" X 40" very expensive Audubon Havell Edition prints. A horizontal print of the Reddish Egret or Purple Heron immediately caught Virginia's eye. She said the colors would go very well in her bedroom. Marge had to special order the more antique profile frame that Virginia chose, along with a larger mat board than we stocked. We had to order those 2 items and they would be in the following Wednesday. Virginia and I decided that I would deliver her framed and finished prints and hang them on the following Thursday morning. We moved out to the cash register in the front of the store. I added up the finished cost of her 5 prints, gave her a 10% discount and waived the sales tax. Without batting an eye or commenting, Virginia wrote me a personal check for $55,000.00. I made an appointment to hang her prints at 10:00 AM on Thursday of next week.

As soon as Virginia left, I went into my office and called Lauren. I told her that we would have to bump Holly from next week's schedule, because I was going to do Virginia that day. I, also, mentioned that Virginia might give her a call for her perspective on bondage sex, and said that we would discuss it in detail over dinner. When we sat down for dinner that night, Lauren told me that Virginia called. She told Virginia EVERYTHING, and even told her about enemas and ass fucking. Virginia said that she would make lunch for me. We were going to have to change my schedule. I didn't want to lose Holly, but didn't know how it would go with Virginia. I certainly didn't want it to be a session like our after noon with Kinky Sarah.

Virginia's prints were ready on Wednesday, and on Thursday morning, I took a few tools and the prints over to Virginia's and hung them. I had never seen her dressed so casually. Her hair was up and covered with a scarf. She wore a sweatshirt, cut offs and tennis shoes. I guess she was cleaning. That Thursday night I filled a large duffle bag full of the bondage gear that I thought that I might need. I took all the enema supplies, and even borrowed one of Lauren's vibrators. On a Housecall, you never know what you'll need or what you might want to use, so it is best to go prepared. On Friday morning, I went into work an hour early. I checked and filled overnight orders, or left the ones that needed framing for Marge, who came in at 9:00 AM. I went over the orders with Marge and told her that I would soon be leaving and wouldn't be back probably until after 4:00 PM. I went into my office and used the bathroom and took my 1/2 Viagra pill. I went out the back door and got in my car. I drove about 2 blocks past Virginia's house, did a "U" turn and parked in front of one of the B&Bs. I grabbed my duffle, locked my car and walked up to Virginia's. I walked up the side driveway and knocked on the side door. Virginia invited me into the kitchen and asked if I wanted a cup of coffee, but I declined. We were getting a late start as it was. I suggested that we start in the front parlor. I drew the drapes closed and took off my sportcoat and draped it over a chair. Virginia wore a predominately red print summer sun dress that came to about mid-thigh. The dressed was belted in a matching fabric, and the top was held up by 2 over the shoulder spaghetti straps tied with a bow. Her 3" heels matched the red of her dress.

I spread out some of my bondage gear on about 1/2 of a nearby coffee table, and had Virginia stand a few feet away. I grabbed a couple pieces of rope and stepped around behind her. Her wrists were tied palm-to-palm and her elbows were tied tightly touching just above the joint. Just like my demonstration on her last week in my office, her magnificent breasts proudly jutted outward. I stepped in front of Virginia and lazily rubbed my thumbs round and round and over her nipples, through her dress and her bra. Immediately, her nipples firmed up into hard peaks. I drew her to me and kissed her again and again and again, which left Virginia breathless and moaning. I had her slip out of her heels and placed them next to another upholstered chair. Virginia watched curiously as I tied her ankles together and her legs just above her knees. Although the elbow tie was particularly tight, when I asked her how everything felt, she replied, "Everything feels really good and I'm feeling really turned on. I took a few moments to explain to her about safe-words. My right hand slipped under her mid-thigh length dress and my middle finger began to rub along her pussy slit, through her panties. When Virginia started moaning again, I slipped my middle finger under her panties and right into her love tunnel. I stroked her for several minutes, until Virginia begged, "Oh please, PLEASE let me come." I pulled out and told her that she had to learn patience and denial. I stuck my finger in Virginia's mouth and let her lick her own pussy juices off of it.

It was time to undress her. I unfastened her belt and untied the 2 little bows on top of her shoulders that held her dress up. Her dress slithered down to the floor, where it pooled around her ankles. This revealed a red lacey strapless pushup bra and a slinky lacey pair of red bikini panties. I walked around behind her and with a flick of my thumb and middle finger, her bra popped off. While behind Virginia, I reached both my hands around to play with her unconfined breasts. I squeezed them and kneaded them and ribbed them around her chest. There was no mercy for her nipples. They got pinched and pulled and rolled and rubbed. I ignored Virginia's moans and gasps, and took my shirt off. Back in front of her, I sucked her nipples, until they were hard and long and as red as her hair. Then, I crushed her bare chest to mine and made out with her for about 10 minutes. Leaving her staggered and breathless it was a good time to try one of my toys on her. Her nipples were still hard and long, so I fastened nipple clamps to their bases and adjusted the thumb screws. Virginia was still enjoying our kisses and her sucked nipples that I think the shock and minor initial pain, from the nipple clamps, had dissipated before she realized what I had done to her. I pulled her red panties down to the rope that held her thighs tied together. I slipped 2 fingers into her dripping cunt and began stroking her. I went fast and slow, never letting her come, but drove her into a mindless moaning gasping frenzy. She could have begged anytime, but I think that she set her mind to not begging or pleading. After about 15 minutes of my delicious torture, I relented. I asked her if she was ready to come. 'OH MY GOD, YES," was her pleading answer, "PLEASE HURRY, BECAUSE I CAN'T STAND IT ANY LONGER!"

I saw it coming. Her eyes kinda glazed over. Her body stiffened and then started to shake. All she could muster, from her 1st orgasm of the day, was a huge groan. I don't know if her knees buckled or she just lost her balance, but I caught her and held her to my chest. I had to have held her for a full 5 minutes, feeling her experience spasm after spasm. Eventually, I asked her if she was OK. Virginia nodded her head, yes. I had her step out of her dress and panties. I gathered them up, along with her bra, and laid them neatly on a chair by her heels. I took this opportunity to take off my loafers, slacks and boxers, and put them neatly on the other chair with my blazer. You don't think that I went through all that, without getting a hardon? I untied Virginia's elbows and wrists, but quickly twisted her arms behind her and tied them with her wrists crossed up between her shoulder blades. I told Virginia that this position was called a double hammer lock, which was a wrestling hold. If I had tied your wrists palm-to-palm, it would be called the reverse prayer position. I asked her if she was OK and how it felt. Virginia said that she was fine, and she liked the tie better than having her elbows tied. I untied her knees and ankles, and made her get down on her knees, with her knees spread wide.

When I put my rigid cock up to her lips, she knew what I wanted. She licked the head of my penis, especially the glans, all over, and then licked my whole shaft, before taking me into her mouth. I had decided to let Virginia do this blowjob all by herself, with no mouth fucking interference from me. Then, she repeated the licking twice more, and only took me into her mouth about halfway. She was teasing me and getting even for my finger fucking teasing that I had done to her. Eventually Virginia bobbed and sucked and gradually took me deeper and deeper into her mouth, until the head of my cock rubbed the back of her throat. There ensued 5-10 minutes of deep throat teasing, until she got me to cum. There wasn't very much cleaning off of my cock, because I shot all my cum straight down her throat. I cleaned off the coffee table, where my gear was piled, and noticed that the table was a little low. I found a rather soft cushion on one of the couches and put it on the coffee table. Virginia was still wearing the nipple clamps. I grabbed Virginia's long braid and made her crawl over to the coffee table and rest her torso on the cushion, with her ass and pussy sticking out in perfect fucking position. You'd think that I fuck her doggie-style, but instead I stuffed and buckled a ballgag deep in her mouth and began smacking her ass. I smacked her ass, until her beautiful white skin turned to a blazing red. Virginia had wailed and screamed during most of her spanking, but towards the end, she quietly took it. I had noticed that when I spanked these mature women, including Lauren, that the pain of the spanking quickly radiates to their pussies and turns them on more.

I told Virginia that the spanking was for forgetting to lick and suck my balls during her blowjob, although I'm certain that I would have spanked her anyway. Then, I plunged my cock into her twat and fucked her good and hard and fast doggie-style. After she came down, I removed her ballgag and got her to her feet. As we walked to the dining room, I grabbed some pieces of rope. Virginia seemed suitably chastised and subdued. I left her by the big huge dining table, that we used for our Swingers Club dinners, and went down the hall to the men's washroom, and brought back a small towel, which I spread out on the end of the table. Some delicious smells of something cooking were wafting in the air. I hoped it was my lunch. I picked Virginia up and set her on the end of the table and pushed her back onto her back. As I tied her legs, I explained that it was called a frog-tie, and that she would soon see its purpose. I had gone down on her pussy many times at the Swingers Club, but something was different. I grabbed a chair and sat right in front of her fine looking glistening pussy. She had shaved off some pubic hairs around her main bush in order to be able to wear her tiny bikini panties. Also, she had cut the hairs of her bush to a trim neat 2" long patch of red hair that was several shades darker than the hair on her head. I splayed her frog-tied legs as far open as they would go. First, I licked and kissed her all around her newly manicured pubis mons, followed by 2-3 wet kisses of her whole pussy. I then licked the length of her pussy slit several times. Having gotton Virginia's full attention, judging by her moaning and keening, I backed off a bit. I slowly licked and kissed my way up and down Virginia's inner thighs, followed by a thorough licking of her perineum.

I licked my way round and round her pussy lips, and even nibbled on them a bit, before plunging my tongue as far as I could into her twat. I tongue fucked her to her 1st screaming shuddering pussy eating orgasm. There was no stopping me, and I didn't give Virginia the luxury of coming down. I teased her clit by circling my tongue round and round it, and occasionally licking that swollen red appendage several times. I was taking Virginia higher and higher, until she screamed again for another more intense orgasm. Her 3rd orgasm came only seconds later, when I sucked and nibbled on her clit. Although her body shook and spasmed, her scream was quite weak. For a moment, I thought she might have passed out. As Virginia continued to shudder and spasm, I untied her frog-tied legs. I got her sitting up and helped her off the dining table. She was still tied in the double hammer lock position and still wore the nipple clamps that I put on her some time ago. I grabbed all the pieces of rope and the towel off the table. We walked across the hall into the pool room. I untied her wrists, and while she worked the kinks out of her arms, I spread the towel in the center of the table and set out my 4 ropes pointing towards the corners of the pool table. I helped Virginia onto the pool table, and had her lie on her back, with her arms and legs pointed to the corners of the table. I walked around the pool table tying each of her limbs to the legs below the surface of the table in a stretched spread-eagle. The pool table was a vintage 1920s-1930s table with thick slate top, under the felt covering, and huge turned barrel legs. The whole table might have weighed 1000 pounds, and didn't budge with people on it. I hopped on the table next to Virginia. I slanted my mouth and gave her a long passionate kiss. I told her that it was going to hurt, when I took off the nipple clamps. To distract her somewhat, I played with her pusssy with one hand and one by one removed her nipple clamps. My mouth was there to suck each nipple as a clamp came off and her blood surged backed into her blood starved nipple. All in all it went well with only minimal pain for Virginia.

I mounted Virginia and the first time, I made long slow love to her, with plenty of kissing and licking and sucking. The 2nd time I hammered relentlessly into her cunt, until I came, and Virginia had 2 orgasms. While we both laid there on the pool table recovering, Virginia said that before we went to lunch, she wanted to make it up to me for her first blowjob, where she neglected to suck my balls. I untied all 4 ropes that held her tied spread-eagle on the pool table, and helped her down off the pool table. This was my chance to try another new toy on Virginia. With one of the ropes, I simply tied her wrists crossed behind her back and led her back into the front parlor room. I had her stand in the middle of the room, with her legs spread wide apart. Lauren's big 8" vibrator easily slid into Virginia's love tunnel, set on low. I got a longer rope from my duffle bag and tied a wickedly tight crotch rope. I told Virginia that it was called a crotchrope and explained what the strands of rope would do to her pussy. Virginia knelt down in front of me and started to work on my balls and cock. I don't know if she was simply making amends for her earlier omission, or possibly it was because she was tied up, or maybe it was because she had the crotchrope buzzing away in her cunt, but Virginia gave me the best BJ that she had ever done on me in my brief time in the Swingers Club. When she finished, I helped her to her feet and untied her wrists. I told her that she had to wear the vibrator throughout lunch, but allowed her to wear an apron, dur ing lunch, which would do nothing to cover-up her fine ass.

Virginia headed for her bedroom, while I grabbed my Viagra bottle. In the men's washroom, I washed, peed and otherwise cleaned up, and then took another 1/2 Viagra pill. I gathered up all my ropes and toys from the 3 rooms we had been in, and put it all in my duffle bag. And brought it into the kitchen, where Virginia was lighting candles. The kitchen lights were dimmed way down low and Virginia poured me a glass of Shiraz wine, as I sat down at a breakfast/lunch table. Virginia had put on a frilly flowery apron, which was open in back, but was probably not visible through the mostly closed curtains. We had Beef Bourguignon or Beef Burgy as she called it, potatoes au gratin and a cherry Jell-O/sour cream salad mold containing crushed pineapple. For dessert, Virginia had made a lemon meringue pie from scratch. The Beef Burgy was delicious and even I could make it, Virginia insisted. Either Sirloin or Round steaks were cut up into bite sized pieces, floured and seasoned, and then browned on all sides. An equal amount of store bought beef stock and red wine were added and the mixture was allowed to simmer and cook for hours, until the sauce thickened to and delicious paste like consistency. Virginia had added mushrooms and chopped onions to our Burgy. During lunch, Virginia revealed that she had taken an enema earlier that morning, and that saved me from having to do the nastiest part of ass fucking. I tried to explain how to do the various types of ties, but it was clear that hands on instruction would be required, so I agreed to show Virginia "the ropes" later that afternoon. After we cleaned up the kitchen and put away the uneaten food, we moved into Virginia's bedroom.

Virginia had put the isopropyl alcohol, anti-bacterial soap, lube and 2 washcloths on a tray at the foot of her bed. It was best to get this over with first. Because I wanted to tie her in as many positions as we had time for, considering the late start and lengthy lunch. I decided to buckle padded leather cuffs on all 4 of her limbs, with lengths of rope tied to the "D" rings on each cuff. I had Virginia kneel on the end of her bed, with her feet hanging over the edge and her legs spread apart. I tied her ankle cuff rope to the bottom 2 posts of her 4 poster bed. I had Virginia double over and rest her head on 2 pillows. Finally, I tied her wrist cuff ropes to the top side rails of the canopy-less 4 poster bed. Her arms were stretched out and up, and just hung there out of the way. No, I didn't do a ballgag. I wanted to hear every sound that came out of her mouth and throat. After I cleaned and disinfected our appropriate areas, I lubed Virginia's ass hole, as well as my dick. Virginia was really tight, and I forced my cock past her sphincter, with only a minor squeal coming from Virginia's mouth, and plunged my rigid member as far up her colon as it would go. All I heard were more and more frantic moans from Virginia, as I battered her ass as fast as I could. Towards what I perceived as Virginia's climax and my own, I reached my hand in-between us and rubbed her clit. This insured a humongous orgasm for Virginia, and my orgasm, a few moments later, was not too shabby. Before the2nd ass fucking, I lubed her up once more. This time I did not rub her clit or give her any other extra stimulation. We came nearly simultaneously, she with a pretty loud scream and me with a satisfying groan.

After I cleaned us up, it was time for a new position. Each of these untying and re-tying periods of time gave Virginia and me the time to come down and reset our bodies for the next sexual act. I untied the ends of the ropes that held Virginia fast, during her ass fucking. I stood her up at the end of the bed facing me. I tied her in a standing spread-eagle, with her wrist ropes stretched and tied to the upper corners of the 4 poster bed construction. I pulled her ankle cuff ropes as tight as I could and tied them securely to the bottom posts of the 4 poster bed. Virginia's legs were spread as far apart as I had ever seen them. I think she expected me to fuck her right away, but I surprised her by kneeling down and feasting on her delicious wet gaping pussy. I licked her and kissed her and sucked her everywhere, and then teased her ruthlessly, until she begged me to let her come. I finished her off by 1st sucking her clit, and for her 2nd orgasm, I sucked and nibbled her now red and engorged clit. I simply stood up and had Virginia's entire spread-eagled body to play with. My hands and arms were around her back and I pulled her tightly against my chest and I could feel her firm ripe tits crushed into my man boobs. Her pussy followed her body and my hard cock settled between her pussy slit. I grabbed her braid and pulled her head back. We kissed and made out for at least a torrid 10 minutes. My hands caressed and roamed all over her helpless body. I did not neglect her breasts. Her tits got a good feeling up and squeezing, while her nipples got pinched and rolled and suckled into long hard peaks. I broke away from Virginia to retrieve the nipple clamps. One pre-adjusted nipple clamp was attached to the base of each of Virginia's long taut nipples.

Then, I screwed her, and she stood helplessly bound in an upright spread-eagle. I pounded her pusssy, and everytime I thrust into her, her body was lifted up on her toes. I shot my wad and shot my semen deep into her cunt. Virginia followed me a few minutes later with a knee buckling screaming orgasm. It was a simple matter to untie the ropes holding her arms in the spread-eagle. I clipped her wrist cuffs together and looped the 2 strands of rope over the center top rail of the bed and pulled her bound cuffed wrists behind her, until she was bent over at the waist. I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth, until I spewed my cum right down her throat. Virginia's legs were still tied spread wide apart. I untied those 2 ropes and just let them lay on the floor. With Virginia tied bent over, with her wrists well above her head, I spun her around, so that her backside was facing me. Her legs were tied to the bedposts spread wide apart. I gave her ass another spanking and reddened up those beautiful ass cheeks. I held on to her hips and fucked her doggie-style. While I plowed into her I leaned over her back and pulled on the connecting chain of her nipple clamps and squeezed her sagging boobs.

Virginia was holding up well and seemed to be having a good time. She accepted and participated in everything that I did to her. Next, I intended to test her in an unusual position. The ends of the ropes attached to the D-rings of her padded leather cuffs were untied, freeing her ankles and wrists, and the clip that held her wrists bound together was unclipped. Amid the mess of rope dangling from each of her limbs, I got Virginia lying on her back atop 2 sideways pillows, under her upper torso, and with her head hanging backwards down and over the edge of the bed. Her arms were stretched and tied to the lower corner posts of her 4 poster bed. Her tits stood up on her chest like mountain peaks. Each of her legs was bent upward at the hip and tied at about the midpoint of the top rail on either side of the bed. Virginia's legs formed a wide "V", which gave me easy access to her pussy later. When everything was ready, I stepped around facing Virginia's hanging head. Her mouth gaped open. I think she still wondered what I had planned for her. It was, of course, an upside down blowjob. I slipped my rigid cock into her mouth, and I let her lick and suck and twirl her tongue around the head of my penis for awhile, and then pulled out. I raised my dick out of the way to let her lick and suck my balls thoroughly. I grabbed her head and began mouth fucking her, slowly at first, and gradually faster and deeper. It was a straight shot down her throat, and all Virginia could do was to hang on with her lips and let her tongue ride along the top side of my cock. I pummeled her mouth and throat, until I came. Whatever cum didn't go straight down her throat, Virginia handled by turning her head to the side and swallowing my gism in little gulps.

Without even sticking around to let Virginia lick the cum off my cock, I got on the bed, with that inviting "V" of her upright legs calling me into her pussy. I entered her and almost fucked her brains out. I couldn't reach her mouth to kiss her, but I did torment her by supporting myself on my elbows and again tugged on her nipple clamp chain. Virginia screamed bloody murder and came twice, while I limped in with one measly orgasm. It was clear that I was running out of gas. I untied the ends of the ropes holding her to the bed, and re-tied her in a simple spread-eagle on the bed, with a pillow under her ass and upper back. I got Lauren's big vibrator out of my duffle bag, and shoved it up Virginia's twat on low, and left her there. It was clear that I needed some rejuvenation. I went into the parlor, where our clothes were, and got another 1/2 Viagra pill. I took it into the hallway men's bathroom and swallowed it with a 1/2 glass of water. This was the 1st time that I took 3 doses of Viagra in one day. Before leaving the bathroom, I peed and cleaned up a bit. Back in Virginia's bedroom, I climbed on the bed and one by one removed her nipple clamps, making sure to soothingly suck on each nipple to lessen the pain of the blood surging back into the clamped area of each teat. I removed Lauren's vibrator from her twat, and replaced it with my rapidly hardening cock. As I started to move inside her, I captured her mouth with my lips. Virtually my whole weight crushed her chest into the pillow and mattress. I started fucking her very slowly. The deeper and more passionately she kissed me back, the faster I fucked her. When we came, we were going at each other to where drool was running all over the place

For our 2nd orgasm, I raised my body, with my arms, and continued fucking her at a downward angle. When we came, Virginia had this dazed far off look in her eyes, and I wasn't sure if she was all there. As I released her completely, I gave Virginia a full 15 minutes to come down and recover. There was just one more position that I wanted to try that day. I dragged her out of bed and simply tied her wrists crossed behind her back. I pulled out an upright upholstered chair and draped Virginia over its back. Very slowly, I entered her and fucked her doggie style. However, I was more interested in playing with Virginia's hanging pendulous boobs. As I fucked her, I leaned over her back and did everything that I could think of, except suck them. When we came, her nipples were red and abused and I swear each one was rolled to 1" in length. Before I released her, I couldn't help myself and turned her around and sucked those extended nipples, as if I was a greedy calf going after Mama's teats. As I untied Virginia, she reminded me that I promised at lunch to show her how to tie people up. I started by tying her wrists together palm-to-palm, emphasizing the doubling of the rope, the pressure and tightness of the wrap, and the all important tucking of the rope ends into the wrap and the cinching of the tie between her wrists, and the square knot. I next tied her elbows together in the same way. I told her that this tie would work on any part of her legs from her ankles to her upper thighs. If a padded leather cuff was not available, I demonstrated how to tie a single limb to anything. Then, I tied her wrists crossed in front of her.

I let her practice a little on my arms in front of me, and she got it right away. Next, Virginia tied my wrists crossed behind me, but she ran into difficulty, when she tried to tie my elbows together behind my back. I had her untie me and we compared elbows by extending one of our arms straight out. Immediately, she saw the anatomical difference between the mature male and female elbows. The female elbow would extend to perhaps 190-200 degrees, while my male elbow barely extended straight out at 180 degrees, and that was why she couldn't tie my elbows touching behind my back. Virginia tied my wrists crossed in front of me and backed me up to the foot of the bed, where she tied my wrists over my head to the top rail of the 4 poster bed. My ankles were individually tied and spread to the bottom corner posts of the bed. Virginia was learning. I could have easily overpowered her, but who is going to stop a beautiful hot woman from playing with you? Virginia wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down to where she could kiss me. We kissed and made out for perhaps 10-15 minutes, with her tongue halfway down my throat most of the time, and my rigid cock was nestled in her pussy slit. She kissed her way down to my nipples, where she rubbed her beautiful 36C tits all over them, and then kissed and sucked and pinched them. On her knees, Virginia gently played and fondled my balls, before she took my whole ball sac into her mouth, and licked and sucked it, until it was dripping with her saliva. It seemed that she licked and sucked my cock forever, like it was a big red Popsicle, but I would never beg to come. Finally, she began taking me deeper and deeper and deeper into her throat, where I got my relief and came.

Before she released me, she asked if I would let her tie me down on the bed. I said, "Sure!" She freed me, tied my wrists crossed behind my back, and laid me out on my back in the center of the bed. Virginia didn't bother to tie my legs or ankles. Instead, she mounted me and lowered her cunt onto my proudly erect flagpole. As she bounced up and down on my cock, she squeezed her tits and nipples, until we both came. Next she moved her body up to straddle my face. She lowered her pussy to my mouth. Her message was clear. I licked and sucked everywhere that I could reach, with my tongue, and eventually got her off by tongue fucking her. Virginia moved back a few inches, indicating that she was ready for me to attack her clit. A little teasing of her red engorged distended organ, with my tongue, and I had her moaning and panting. I sucked and nibbled on her clit bringing 2 rapid orgasms. From the bed, Virginia marched me into her bathroom.

She undid her braid, put a shower cap on me, adjusted the 2 spray shower heads, and we climbed in. After we were all wet, Virginia got a good hand full of shower gel, worked it into lather and began soaping up my cock and balls. As she washed my sex parts, my cock began to get hard. Virginia began to jack me off, while fondling my soapy balls. She pumped my cock, until my pre-cum began oozing out of the end of my penis. She moved me under a shower spray, rinsed me off, knelt and engulfed my cock in her mouth. I was so close to coming that I knew I wouldn't last long. A few good sucks and a little massaging of my cock's head at the back of her throat, and I blasted my sperm down her throat. The rest was kinda anticlimactic. She shampooed her hair, and with a luffa sponge and washrag, she washed our bodies from head to toe. After we rinsed off, we climbed out of the shower. Not until Virginia had completely dried me off, including my balls, penis and ass crack, did Virginia untie my wrists that were still tied behind my back. While Virginia combed and blowed dried her hair and put on some lipstick, I packed up all my equipment and toys and put them in my duffle bag.

We were both still totally naked, and moved back out into the parlor, where it all started and our clothes were, and got dressed. Virginia said, "I was quite nervous, before you arrived this morning, but never could I have imagined that I'd have so much fun or have so many orgasms," and asked, "Can you come and do me next week?" I had to tell her that I had a conflict, but that I could come on Wednesdays. We settled on Wednesday mornings at 9:30 AM to allow William to get ready and go to the bank and for Virginia to finish an enema, before I arrived. As I walked through the kitchen, Virginia said, "I'm going to wrap up the rest of this lemon meringue pie for you to take home, because William doesn't like that kind of pie" I didn't get back to my store until 4:30 PM. I called Lauren and told her that I'd be home for dinner about 6:30, with some lemon meringue pie for dessert. During dinner that night, Lauren and I discussed my Housecalls schedule. I had Erin on either Monday or Tuesday, Virginia on Wednesday, and Holly on Friday or Saturday. We both agreed that the 3 women were enough, because I wanted to have lengthy quality sex time with Lauren, and if there were any other calls, they would have to be turned down.