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CHAPTER 9G: SUNDAY, RETURN HOME

Despite my fatigue following the activities of the night before, I woke up at first light. I wasn’t even sure why. The weekend’s excitement and challenge and knowing that it wasn’t yet over was on my mind as soon as I rolled over and seeing the first light of day outside of the open windows of the balcony. I lay on my back and felt Tim lying next me and also felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he peacefully slept. I thought over the weekend so far and marveled at the activities and thought with anticipation if there might be more awaiting me. My hands u*********sly were on my naked body. One at a breast and the other gently over my mound. As I moved, though, the anal knotting with the dog last night was instantly remembered. My asshole was extremely sore and I wondered how the day might go. I was becoming very comfortable in the submissive role Tim and I were engaged in for me and the idea of excluding anal sex didn’t really even enter my mind seriously as an option. It would certainly hurt for a while but was beyond my control if that is what Tim directed.

Lying there thinking about that and Tim, I put my hand out and felt his thigh next to me. That simple touch reminded me how very much I loved that man and everything he has provided to me in love, support, protection, and opportunity for every new experience and sensation. As I lay there, my hand gently wandering over him, I recounted just the highlights of our honeymoon, the activities at home and my parents, the motorcycle ride, and certainly this weekend, I realized my hand was holding his cock. I rolled over and moved down his body and gently kiss his cock’s head. Licked it. Took it into my mouth and gently sucked. In a moment he was hard. I raised my head from his cock and looked at his face. He was definitely still asleep. I repositioned myself and determined to wake him with a “happy ending” to start his day.

My intention was that his arousal would awaken him and not my body pressing against him, or bumping into him. So my repositioning was to allow me the angle to take him into my mouth while applying a minimal amount of pressuring against him. With his cock head again in my mouth, I rolled my tongue around it and periodically sucked and pulling my mouth away until just the tip was still between my lips and being sucked. Then I licked the underside and especially the underside tip which was most sensitive. Gradually, taking more and more of his cock into my mouth with slow and easy strokes and completing each up stroke with a powerful sucking of the tip of his cock. Then back down and up. Each time deeper into my mouth until his cock was hitting the back of my mouth, then the entrance to my throat.

The first time his cock head just touched the entrance to my throat I felt his hand on my head. I gave him a few more strokes with my mouth before lifting away and looking up to him with a huge smile on my face. I crawled up to his face and looked down at him. With the same smile, I kissed his lips with just a touch, barely contacting each other. I looked deeper into his eyes, the smile slacking some. I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him deeper, but still just lips. Looking at him with less smile but more intensity, emotion. The next kiss was open mouthed, nibbling his lower lip, and pushing with my tongue. When I raised up this time it was with a gasp and panting for air as was he. I looked into his eyes with lust, devotion, and intensity of commitment. I gently spoke, “Tim, I love you. More than we could have guessed before. My commitment to giving myself to you is not a game, a role that sometimes get played out in fun. My commitment to giving myself to you is sincere, intentional, and without any misgivings. I have only one question for you, my love, my Sir.”

“And what is that Michele?”

“How would you like your slut to make you cum?”

He looked at me intently, as if weighing all the possible ways that were open to him but when he responded he simply said, “You were doing just fine a moment ao. In your mouth would be perfect.”

I smiled at him and turned my head to look at his cock once again. I turned, kissed his mouth one more time and moved down to his cock and resumed my activities there. I began all over, again. Taking his cock head into my mouth, licking, sucking, and kissing it. Stroking my mouth over and onto his cock, taking him deeper and deeper until he was into my throat and I felt him tense, his cock get more rigid, even more than before. And at that moment I massaged his balls, gently squeezing them and holding them and moving my hand up onto his cock as my mouth continued to move over his cock’s length. Until … until he went totally rigid. Not just his cock, but his legs, his heels pressed into the bed, his shoulders pressed down and his hips rising up to meet my mouth. His hands on my head, not to force me into any action, just in contact. Adding another touch element to his arousal. And when he came in my mouth, I pulled back so the head was the only part still in my mouth. And I sucked. I sucked hard and relentlessly as I continued to stroke my hand over his balls and his cock.

When he stopped cumming, I lifted off and licked the tip and then pulled a thumb up the underside and sucked on the tip to extract that very last drop of cum he had for me. I turned and looked at him and returned to kiss his cock’s tip once again. Then looking him in the eyes, his hands guided me up to him and I snuggled into his side and buried my head into his shoulder and all but purred for him. Relishing the feel of his naked skin against my naked skin. My naked skin … I have been naked virtually all weekend except for a brief few hours when we went to the restaurant and dancing in that ridiculous dress that exposed me in the public setting of the dance club. But even being naked all weekend, feeling my nakedness against him gave me a thrill of excitement and anticipation.

His hand wandered down my body and eventually found its way between my legs and my cunt lips. He pulled his head back to better look me in the eyes and said, “You are a horny slut, aren’t you? With all the sex you have had, and especially after last night, and you are again wet and your lips open to my touch. Do you ever get enough?”

I say with a smile, “Sir, it is not up to me to determine when or if I have had enough. I am merely to be available and ready to serve your needs and the needs of those you direct me to satisfy.”

“Good girl. But you know we are alone.”

“Sir, I find myself increasingly desiring this relationship and service to you. Yes, there are aspects of our lives and our society and friends that must be separate from it. But when we are together and when you deem it appropriate and safe, yes, I do desire this service to you. To respond to your wishes, your guidance, your demands. I love you, Tim. I love you more and deeper than I ever thought possible when I thought I was madly in love with you. I love you freely as your wife and partner. And, I love you devotedly, intentionally, and completely given and submitted as your slut, Sir.”

“And Cody?”

“Hmmmmmm, yes, Cody … I will love getting back to my Cody, Sir.”

“These dogs have had you repeatedly this weekend. Does that not satisfy your interest in K9 sex?”

“Oh, no, Sir. Cody is my K9 Sir. Like you, Sir. Having other men, or women, repeatedly never would slacken my excitement to be with you, Sir. The same with Cody. When Cody has me, it is special. I suppose because I intentionally and openly committed myself to you two. That commitment, emotionally, psychologically, is a stimulus of its own. Does that make any sense, Sir?”

“I think it does, Michele. Have you enjoyed the weekend? And, before you say it is not your place but to respond, I do want to know. Have you enjoyed the weekend and its challenges, stimulations, activities?”

“This has been wonderful. You asked me earlier if I ever get enough. I would like to answer that truthfully, if I may.”

“I want you to, Michele.”

“Sir, this weekend has raised a question to me regarding that. That doesn’t make any sense but it has caused me to question any prior conception I may have had about ‘getting enough sex’ or too much. On our honeymoon there was a lot of sex but it was s**ttered and allowed recovery time. Here, this weekend, even if there wasn’t always physical contact sex, there was stimulation. Maybe just psychologically when being the only one naked or nearly so like at the restaurant or dance club. If it wasn’t here with people, it was the dogs. Even a damn snake got into the act. Anyway … sorry for the rambling … anyway, now I don’t know what is enough, anymore. This weekend has kept me going, on edge, what’s next. But I have loved the feeling, the excitement, the satisfaction of being able to satisfy so many so often. And that has been extremely satisfying, pleasurable for me personally, physically and emotionally.”

“Good. Because the weekend isn’t over until we get home and that will not be for quite a while. And since we’ve been idling away the early daylight hours in bed, I am sure there a couple of dogs that are probably anxious to see you one more time.”

“Hmmmmmm and it is still early and cool outside.”

“Exactly. By the way, how do you feel after last night’s DP?”

“Uncomfortably sore back there, Sir.”

“Okay, I don’t want you to have any anal today.”

“Thank you, Sir. Can we get some light breakfast before I ‘walk’ the dogs?”

“Good idea. Let me get dressed.”

We walked out, Tim dressed and me not, and made our way down to the kitchen to see what George had for us this morning. We find George and Marie. I give each a hug and kiss and both run their hands along my back to my butt. George gives it a little pat. Sitting at the table I accept a cup of coffee from George and halfway through ask about Mr. R. Marie indicates that he hasn’t come down, yet.

I look at Tim and quietly ask if he thought Mr. R has something against me. Tim asked why I might think that and I say that he has only had me suck him so far. Tim says, “No. He just had other things planned and those activities limited his involvement.”

I ask Marie if he was still in his room and she confirmed that he often has a late Sunday morning. Tim gives me a smile and nods. I stand, kiss him, leave the kitchen and go upstairs to his suite door. I knock on his door and wait.

When he opens the door, he is standing there wearing a bath robe and holding a cup of coffee. He looks at me and smiles. “What a lovely surprise, Michele”, he says as he takes in my naked body. Going from my bare feet to my head but hardly getting that far while the focus of his attention is mostly on my body. “To what do I owe this visit?”

“Well, Sir. It seems I have only had the opportunity to be of service to you with my mouth during our various encounters. I was hoping there might be some way I could express my appreciation for all you have done and provided for Tim and me during our visits. I am at your service, Sir, if there is anything I can do for you.”

“Actually, Michele, there might be. I was thinking of calling to make an appointment for a massage. Do you by chance knowing anything about giving massages?”

“Back and shoulder? Or full body, Sir?”

“Oh, I think a full body massage would definitely be in order, if you were to provide it.”

I stepped into his suite saying, “Absolutely, Sir. I can assure you that every muscle in your body will receive my attention. And, I assume you mean EVERY muscle, Sir?”

“Yes, Michele, that would be excellent.”

I asked if he had massage oil (he did) and where there were towels and where he wanted the massage (the bed). I laid out the towels on the middle of the bed and walked to him. I pulled on the sash of his robe and it fell open. I walked into him, stepped up and kissed his mouth while pressing my body to his. I slipped my hands to his sides and pulled us together. I felt his cock immediately grow, struggling to find room to lengthen while trapped between us. When I pulled back and looked down, his cock was growing before my eyes. I slid his robe off his body and indicated him to lay on the bed on his front so I could work his back, shoulders and legs.

I kneel beside him on the bed and run my hands along his back, over his ass and down his legs, each in turn. Then, after generating a little warmth and heat, I open the oil and squeeze a zig zag line down his right leg and begin working his muscles with long, firm strokes. Moving to his feet and repositioning myself to take his right foot in my hands and working the sole, then each toe and between the toes. The same with his left leg and foot.

Finished with the legs, I work up to his ass. I squeeze out oil on each of his cheeks and work them in tandem, pressing firmly, rotating the glute muscles and separating his cheeks. I pour more oil. This time directly into his ass crack, along the entire length, know it is dripping onto his balls, also. As I resume working his glutes, my thumbs stroke over his asshole, pressing but not penetrating. But intentionally making him aware of the action around his asshole. Not knowing if he is used to his ass being played with or not, it was an early arousal action. Then, in addition to the ass play I began sliding my fingers down between his legs and stroking his balls.

Then I straddled his hips and poured oil over his shoulders and back. Using firm, long, forceful strokes from the base of his spin to his neck. Then again up his spine and pushing outward across his back to his sides and down his sides, back to the base of his spine. Repeating the action until I was pushing from the base out to his sides. Then using forceful strokes the length of his back and working outward. The whole time moving myself on his ass cheeks. Rubbing my lips along his skin, back and forth, as though to account for the massaging of his back but knowing he could feel my lips, now wet and opening, on his skin.

I moved off him entirely and went to his head and knelt on either side of his head. I worked his shoulders and arms and pushing down his back on occasion. And when I did, I arched up and extended my body so my hips were over him and my wet, open, well used cunt just above him. Knowing my odor, my scent would be unmistakable.

When I got off him and moved to the side, instructing him to roll onto his back, I could feel my body on fire. My nipples were rock hard, my breathing ragged, my cunt lips were very wet and easily opening with my movements. When he rolled over, his cock was hard, rigid. He looked at me while I was looking at his cock. When I saw him watching me, I blushed. Even in my aroused state. He smiled, “Michele, one of the wonderful and extremely exciting things about you is that despite your ability to perform such amazing sexual acts, you are also able to blush at being caught in simple acts, like now being caught looking at my cock. You are an amazing and extremely erotic woman. You may be a slut in the activities you are put into and willing perform, but you are not slutty, not in the least. Even walking around naked this weekend, you had an air of innocence, of comfort.”

“Thank you, Sir. Now, if you will be quiet, I will continue.”

I applied oil down his right arm and worked it, kneading the muscles, pulling the joints and extending the joint range of motion with firm but easy tension. Pulling each finger and stroking each, kneading the palms of his hand. Then the same with the left arm.

Then kneeling behind his head, using my already oily fingers to stretch his facial tissue and work the neck. Staying in the same position, applying oil to his chest and abdomen, working the chest muscles with firm, circular strokes from the center to the outside. Then firmly down from his chest onto his stomach and abdomen. Pushing with my hands, reaching out over him down his abdomen. In the process extending my body, my hips out over his face, with my knees apart, scooting forward to reach further, my knees now on either side of this head, my cunt, wet and open, directly over his eyes. Stretched out over his body I return my hands up his abdomen, his chest and in the process rotating my hips forward and slightly down, my lips barely grazing his face, my lips parted by his nose. Again, down and back, each time with my cunt moving just above his face, my odor, my essence right there, demanding him, tempting him.

I feel him raise his head and kiss my cunt lips, quickly slipping his tongue along my slit. I lower my head and kiss his abdomen. Then rise up, place my cunt right onto his face, rotate to my left and swing my leg over him and move to his feet. With oil along his right leg, I work it. Kneading the muscles in front, working the toes, again. While using long, firm strokes up his quads, up his leg. Each stroke going higher. Outside the leg, then the inside. Finally, each inside stroke grazes his balls, then extending up higher and onto his cock. His cock now rigid with tension and need, anticipation. But I move to the other leg and repeat the process. Slowly working to the same touches, grazing, then stroking.

I move each leg to the side and crawl between them, oil in hand. I pour oil now directly onto his cock and balls, letting it run off and down. I take his cock fully in my hands and stroke it, oily, slippery. My hands move along it smoothly, tenderly. His rigidity is now beyond hard. When I release it, it twitches and jumps with need. I lean forward and kiss a nipple, then the other. I crawl forward with my knees now on the outside, he moves his legs together. I kiss his chest and move forward. I sit up and look into his eyes, smiling. His mouth is open, his eyes on mine. I slip a hand down and hold the head of his cock and position myself over the length of it as it lays on his abdomen. He looks down at the feeling. His cock is covered by my cunt lips. Lips on either side, the head in front. I move my hips slowly, running my lips along his cock from the base to the head. The oil and my wetness making the motion smooth and slick. Back and forth along his cock, it between my lips but no penetration. Each stroke going further and encasing the head more, teasing it, tempting it almost as though it was an independent entity. I feel it pulse against me, feel it rubbing along my open slit and over my clit. And as I slide further over the head, I rotate forward and down bringing the front of my slit and clit into harder contact and raising the back part of my slit. As if it knows, feels that my hole is right there, open and available with each stroke, I feel it pulse and strain, pushing upward against me. Back and forth, I look at Mr. R and see his eyes filled with need and desire for release. I see his abdominal muscles clenching to drive his cock up at just the right moment. The movement of my lips over his cock head continues until I rotate further at just the moment when his cock is at my hole, open and waiting, hungry for penetration. I raise up just slightly to give room for his demanding cock to rise of its own need and desire and it does. Like a searching and desperate a****l looking for its moment to strike, it rises with a jerk and as I move back it is there, waiting, rigid, ready for the inevitable penetration. Once in me, we both stop and gasp at the relief of finally achieving our union.

I open my eyes and look at him. His are still closed but as I lean in to kiss him on the lips, he opens his eyes. I smile. I kiss him, again. Looking deeply into his eyes I say, “I have been waiting for this moment to fully satisfy you.” And intently searching his eyes, I push back and fully take him into me until I have bottomed on his body. I squirm and rotate to fully engulf his cock inside my cunt. I feel him pulsing inside me and I rock forward, grinding my clit against his pelvic bone. I am close but he is much closer. I slammed back down onto him and feel him tense, drive up to me, trying for just a bit more penetration. I grind down onto him, pressuring my clit and feeling my orgasm coming. When I feel his first spurt deep inside my cunt, I join him. I fall on top of him. My breasts mashed into his chest, my face buried into his shoulder as I feel his cum shooting inside me as my orgasm crashes through my body.

Shaking, gasping, my breath coming ragged, I feel his arms enveloping me, holding me tightly. He strokes my back as the last spasms go through my body. He whispers, “Will you leave Tim and stay with me?”

I jerk up and look into his face, searching his face. I see a smile and I breathe again and settle back into him. He says simply, “Yes, I am teasing. But it would be any man’s fantasy to have you in his bed. But I would really hope we have the opportunity to share this again in the future. You are an amazing woman, Michele. Thank you for this.”

Many moments later, with him still inside me, I raise up onto my hands and smile at him. As Tim and I had talked, this arrangement, this place, this situation just feels right, safe. “Mr. R, Tim and I have talked about this, also. We feel very safe and comfortable here with you and your arrangement.” I kiss him on the lips and continue, “I think I can speak for Tim, even as his submissive, I think I can say that we also have the same wish.” I kissed him again and slowly raised up and off him, feeling him slide out of my cunt and slap back down against his abdomen. I look down and smile after see his cum leaking out of my open cunt.

Coming out of Mr. R’s suite I see Marie walking down the hall from the top of the stairs. I stand and wait. She walks up to me and pushes me against the wall. With one hand behind my head and the other immediately searching my body, she pushes into me and ravages my mouth with kisses, nibbling my lips and tongue. Her hand on my body is frantically stroking, my breast, my hip. Still kissing me she pulls her hip back slightly and moves her hand between my legs and drives two fingers into my still open and gaping cunt. She pulls her head from me, gasping and panting from our kissing, raises her fingers to her mouth and sucks them. Looking into my eyes she says, “Slut. God, what you do to me! I see you and I get wet.” She passionately kisses me. Pulling back she says, “But, Tim wants you down stairs on the patio. He has two of your friends and thinks a show of sorts for us would be fun.”

“A show?”

On the patio I found Tim, George, Anthony besides Marie and I. Also present were the two dogs. Seeing me, Tim put his hand out to me and I walked over to him and he takes me into his arm and kisses my cheek facing me to the others. I see the table in front of us is covered by blankets and a pillow. Tim says to me and the group, “All of you are undoubtedly aware of Michele’s fondness for K9 sex. She has committed herself to our dog, Cody, at home and is at his service as she is at mine. This was a willing and intentional commitment on her part. And, she is very fond of dog sex from other dogs. She has partaken of these two at least once each day we have been at the estate. But, it occurred to me that you may never have seen a woman mated by a dog. It is quite different than a woman by a man. If you are interested, Michele could provide for your enjoyment and examination an up close and personal mating with these two.”

There seemed to be a unanimous agreement as I am sure Tim was expecting from prior discussion with them. This was all, I was sure, for my benefit. I looked at him and then at the others as the implication of Tim’s offer sunk in. I was being instructed to provide my new friends with a close up mating with the dogs while they sat mere feet from the action at eye level if they sat at the table as the surrounding chairs would indicate.

Marie exclaimed, “Look, she’s doing it, again. Blushing. My god, I love you! You have Mr. R’s cum leaking out of you, you’ve been having sex with everyone and the dogs and entertained Mr. R’s guest last night, strangers to you, and you stand here in front of us blushing.”

I smiled at her and turned an even darker red. Clearly evident in my nakedness.

Tim’s hand was on my ass and gave me a pat. I walked to the end of the table and Anthony came up to assist me getting onto the table. In the process he slipped one hand to my ass and stroked it prior to giving me firm support on my ass. Once up I positioned myself with my knees on the pillow and scooted forward a bit to give sufficient room on the table with the dog behind me. I looked back and saw them lift the first dog onto the table and it immediately came to my ass and sniffed. His tongue came out and licked several times sending a shiver through me before he quickly jumped onto my back and probed with his emerging cock against my ass cheeks. I raised my hips up slightly and he found my cunt and was partially inside me. I noticed Tim had taken a seat at the end of the table directly in front of me. Marie was seated to me right and was positioned closer to my hips than my head. Anthony and George were on my left.

The dog repositioned himself and grabbed me more firmly with his front legs and thrust fully into me causing me to gasp at the sudden penetration deeply into my cunt. Immediately, his thrusts and energy increased and his cock responded with growth in both length and size. As his thrust pounded into me faster and more frantically, his cock’s growth sent it further up my cunt with each stroke and his growth filled my cunt fuller and fuller as my cunt clamped down on its own to encase this new stimulation. I looked up at Tim who had reached out to hold my hand. I weakly smiled at him as I concentrated on the fucking I was receiving. A good dog is certainly different than a man. The wild frenzied activity of the dog with only one thought and that being to mate and deposit its seed inside his bitch. There is no loving action, sensitive to me or my feelings or body. But, oh, what a fucking it is!

I don’t look to the sides at my new friends. In some perverse way this seems a bit exhibitionistic in a slutty way I haven’t felt the other times I have demonstrated dog sex. But the interest, the attention, the whispered comments and gasps are exciting and only add to my arousal and stimulation. When I feel the dog’s knot hitting my cunt lips and seeking entry, I am eager to once again be tied and feeling owned by an a****l. I push back as the dog pounds forward. I bite my lip and press back, intent on gaining the knot inside me. When it happens, I scream out. Partly due to some amount of pain but mostly due to the satisfaction, the anticipation met, the expectation of the coming spike in stimulation and my own coming orgasm. The cock and knot are once again pushing and pulling inside me and I feel the dog stiffen and begin jerking and whimpering. I sneak a glance at Marie who is intently watching my cunt from underneath but seeing me turning to her, she looks me in the eye and comes to me, taking my face in her hands and kissing me, giving me her tongue and taking mine.

During our kiss the dog’s cock begins spurting. Sending squirt after squirt of his cum into my once again own cunt. And as he does my own orgasm takes hold of me and my jaw goes slack, moaning and groaning into Marie’s mouth. Her hand goes to my breast and she squeezes, hard. Then she takes a nipple between her finger and thumb and twists it, brutally, painfully, but deliciously, sending me further into bliss and ecstasy.

When Marie releases my mouth, I drop my head and sigh, whimpering some myself. The dog and I are still tied, of course, and he now turns so we are ass-to-ass. This elicits many comments from my friends. As I have recovered somewhat from my own orgasm, Marie asks how long we will stay that way. I respond to her that it could be from five to twenty minutes depending on the dog and his arousal. I begin to rock on the dog, almost u*********sly. I love the feeling of the tie, the knot bumping into my g-spot as the dog’s cock continues to slowly leak more cum into me. I can feel some escaping my cunt as I push back against the dog. Some hang down before dropping to the table. More simply runs down my thighs. Marie seems fascinated. I suggest she taste it and she slips a hand between my legs and takes some of the cum from my leg. She tentatively put it to her tongue and tastes it. She smiles at me and licks the rest of it off her hand. As I continue to rock, I reach for her with my head and we kiss, again. As we break, I say, “Good, isn’t it?”

She hesitates a moment but admits, “Yes, it is. That was awesome, Michele. Will you do the other one, too? Please?”

I barely am able to process those words as my next orgasm takes me. I dropped fully to the table so only my ass is up in the air. My chest, head and arms are flat on the table, my eyes closed and my mouth open as my orgasm literally shakes my body. The knot pulls out of me and a gush of cum flows from my open and gaping cunt. I drop completely to the table and sigh, smiling at an intent and amazed Marie.

I get back onto all fours as the second dog is brought up onto the table. I reach over and kiss Marie and say, “You really do need to try this sometime. When I come back, you and I will take the dogs out behind the garden. Tell me you will at least think about it.”

“I will, Michele. But, does that mean you really will be coming back?”

“That might have been presumptuous, but I would really like to. You guys are really neat. I love being with you.”

And at that the second dog is on top of me and he is thrusting his cock at my backside. Tim is just walking back to the seat in front of me when I scream a blood thirsty cry of agony and my eyes open wide. He rushes behind me and removes the dog that had penetrated into the wrong hole. Instead of my cunt he thrust nearly fully into my asshole, my poor tender, abused asshole. After I calm down, Tim asks if I have had enough.

“No, it’s not his fault. He was just trying to find a hole to get into. I’m okay. Just, please, make sure he gets into the right hole.”

After mating successfully with the second dog, I am fully and completely exhausted. It had been a wildly stimulating weekend of sex and pain. I realized that pain was not a stimulant to me. The pain of knotting in my ass did not increase my pleasure but rather I found a way to attain pleasure despite the pain. The same just now. The dog going back into my ass turned me off and my reaction was aversion. I got passed it and enjoyed the dog only after getting him where I needed him, my cunt.

Tim helped me off the table and I went around to each and hugged and kissed them. I had cum dripping from my gaping cunt. Even as I stood with them it was running down my thighs. Tim brought me a cup of coffee and George brought me my long delayed breakfast. I relaxed and noticed everyone watching me and realized my plate was nearly cleaned already. I was hungry and now tired, too.

Tim stood behind me with his hands on my bare shoulders and ran his hands up and down my arms and lightly massaged my shoulders. He announced that we needed to get ready to leave and added, “This has been a very special weekend for us. Thank you, all of you for your contribution to making us feel so welcome and comfortable, as though we were a part of your group.”

Anthony looked at the others and stood, clasped Tim’s hand and put a hand to the side of my face and said, “I know I can speak for the others. Having you and Michele among us has been a wonderful experience. Truthfully, beyond the sex (which was great, by the way), you have proven yourselves to be people we admire and trust. We all hope you can visit us much more.”

With that both George and Marie came over and hugs, handshakes, and kisses were exchanged. An hour later Marie was driving us to the small airport and directly to the plane. I was again in stockings, heels, and some jewelry. My hair and face again made up and freshly showered and “cleaned out”. I asked Marie as we approached the plane, “I was surprised you were driving. Isn’t Anthony joining us?”

“Oh, yes, he’ll be here. Mr. R just needed to go over a few things with him before we left. He thought it best if you get to the plane and comfortable. There should be a couple bottles of champagne especially for your return. May I serve you both inside?”

By the time Anthony came bounding up the stairs and indicating to the pilots that we were ready, we had just finished our first glass. He was carrying a small briefcase which he stored under his seat which was directly across from us. Once in the air he asked Marie to bring everyone another glass of champagne and to join us.

She responded, “My pleasure. I love sitting across from that naked goddess! You’re going to make her open her knees, again, aren’t you Tim?”

Anthony said, “Behave yourself, Marie. Get a couple more glasses and bring the bottle. With everything she has done for us this weekend you are still teasing her?”

I said, “I know she is teasing me, Anthony. She’s a beautiful witch and I love her. If you want me to spread my legs, Marie, just say so. After this weekend, you can have any part of me you want. In fact, you said there is a bed in the back room?”

Anthony interrupted the banter, “Not so fast.” When Marie came back with glasses for herself and Anthony, he reached beneath his seat and retrieved the briefcase and continued, “Tim, Michele, the reason for my delay in joining you on your return home was a meeting with Mr. Rodriguez that was critical. Marie knows only some of the details, but enough, of what I have here for you. I am about to give you a proposal from Mr. R to you both. It includes many details but if you need any clarification we’ll get you more information or an interpretation. Mr. R went over this with me and I am to act in his behalf.”

Tim asked, “Anthony, are you his regular representative? I thought you were the bodyguard/driver.”

“I am not his normal representative. He has many business and legal representatives. But in some of his personal affairs I act for him in some ways. He couldn’t join us and he really wanted you and Michele to think this proposal over without pressure from him.”

He looked at us, then Marie, and smiled. He raised his glass and said, “But first, thank you. Both of you. Sincerely, we”, he looked to Marie, “we are deeply touched by you both. You accepted us and shared so freely and lovingly with us. We know there was an underlying role being played out this weekend, but your actions were far beyond the role requested. We feel like you are already friends and part of our little group. In many ways we are a group of broken souls brought together by a wonderful man. You two are not broken, or have ever been, but you fit into our trust and security without causing a ripple in the process. So, thank you.”

We all drained our glasses and more was poured. Marie was the first to speak. With a sly grin, she said, “Okay, Michele, spread those legs.”

Anthony said, “Marie, you are awful! But thanks for saying it first!”

I looked at them with mock offense, then leaned forward and kissed each of them. I sat back in my seat and opened my knees about a foot. “Happy?”

Marie and Anthony responded together, “Yes!”

We all laughed. Anthony opened the briefcase and pulled out a manila envelope with our names handwritten on it. Anthony said, “From Mr. R to you. If you agree to his proposal, he will get the lawyers to make it all legal. But, and this is his wish, take some time to consider this. He has time. He has been waiting to resolve these issues for some time now. A little more time is worth your complete satisfaction.”

I looked at Marie and asked, “You know what this is?”

She replied, “Only in the general terms. But the implications are very exciting. Open it you guys.”

Tim sat back and I leaned into him as he pulled out papers. Some stapled together into separate groups, others loose. I almost didn’t notice but Anthony guided Marie from their seats to give us space to look at the information. After an hour and another glass of champagne, we had quickly gone through all the documents and were stunned. In a general summary the documents identified the following information and offers:

• In the cover letter Mr. R introduces himself as Carlos Rodriguez. From this point on we can continue to call him Mr. R or Carlos as only his closest friends do. He states that his staff only do when alone and that is why we had only heard him called Mr. R or Mr. Rodriguez.

• The first heart stopper was to read a formal employment offer to Tim. Mr. R owns the largest competitor to Tim’s current employer. His USA Division is located in the same city we live in. Tim obviously know the company very well and has been impressed by their history, but their performance in the last few years has been shaky. This was the same company Sharon had apparently referred to and the troubles it was having and concerns it was causing to Mr. R since her husband’s death. He was offering Tim a new position as his official representative at the company and would report only to Mr. R and directly to him. The salary and benefits, incentives, travel, etc. included in the offer were staggering.

• As we were told by Sharon, his dead wife had property in the area. He described it as 12 acres of relatively isolated land and a comfortable house outside the city. It was described as a former orchard surrounding the property and very private.

• The second heart stopper was he was offering to give us this property. He identified various expenses that this would save him and allow some gift taxation benefits. The property wouldn’t be entirely in our name but a foundation that we would control. He would eliminate the need for caretakers to maintain property which has has been needed since his wife’s death. The property is reported in “move in” condition. The only stipulation was that the deed transfer to the foundation/us was dependent on employment under Mr. R’s corporation for ten years.

• He went on to state that occasionally he would ask us to board his 2 dogs when he is traveling or when otherwise necessary. The property has a complete kennel building very similar to the one at the estate. He stated that this would usually be for about a week. The dogs fly well and would be delivered and retrieved by a professional carrier service specializing in a****l transportation.

• Then, also included was some expectations and ideas for future periodic visits to the island and elsewhere for us to play further. Being a global business he included potential opportunities including international travel and cultures. We had already talked and had decided that there was no question we want Mr. R involved in the future. This offer, therefore, didn’t influence that decision, only increased our anticipation.

Tim and I were floored by this. Anthony returned and said, “Tim, you may not have realized it but you were under an intense interview process this weekend. However, don’t think you weren’t also checked out in every way possible. Background, employment, performance appraisals, even you customers were discreetly contacted and interviewed. But this weekend was the final part. All those random talks with Carlos were far from random or just talks. He was getting your pulse from you. And, I might add, he was impressed. Obviously.”

Tim said, “Wow, I don’t know what to say. This is an amazing offer. Just the job. But the rest on top of it. Wow.”

After Tim and I have a short, preliminary discussion about the offer, I go help Marie in the galley getting another drink for everyone. After delivering them and enjoying some small talk, I take Marie’s hand and without another word lead her to the bedroom. Forty-five minutes later I come out first, my hair is a mess. Marie follows shortly after tucking in her blouse.

I then walk to Anthony and take his hand and pull him up. “Sir, I have been informed that these trips are made difficult by the way I am dressed. Since I have no choice in the manner in which I am dressed, I must find other ways to relieve the tension I cause.” And lead him to the bedroom.

Returning later, I look at a smiling Tim and he indicates the cockpit. I return his smile. Two blow jobs later we are approaching home … and a new decision … and a potentially changing new life.

* * * CHAPTER 10: HOME SWEET HOME will follow * * * Thanks for reading.