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The second part of this story follows immediately from the last scene in part one where Pete loses his virginity with a married woman almost twice his age. If you have not read part one it is strongly recommended you read that first. If you have read part one, thankyou, I suggest a quick recap would be helpful. It is a little while since it was published!

I appreciate all the reader comments I received from part one and suggestions on the types of materials people would like to see in part two. Some of these have been included with my interpretations but I will not disclose specifics. Others still reflect my own personal fantasies and experiences, but again they will not be disclosed.

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All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and any sexual encounter is consensual.

PART 2.

I collapsed on the bed almost immediately after the waves of orgasmic pleasure had subsided and then drifted into a contented sleep. I returned to consciousness some time later by the sensation of my breast being suckled but it felt like I was unable to move my arms or legs.

I opened my eyes, it was Pete whose lips and mouth was attached to my tit. I lay on my side and he knelt on the floor beside me, almost half my left boob in his mouth. His tongue teased the nipple, I imagined the flow of milk drawn by the gentle suction from his mouth and the gentle massage from his hand that assisted the flow.

He released my breast, there wasn’t any milk and I made tentative attempts to move of my limbs, I wasn’t restrained. My pussy was a bit sore like it had a serious work over.

“Good afternoon,” he said.

“Afternoon?”

“Ah ha.”

“Oh, shit” Back to reality I mentally started to focus on what I should be doing. “I had better get a move on, Bill and Vanessa will be back soon.” He placed a hand on the side of my face and kissed me. He was dressed, hair still wet from the shower.

“Take it easy, I have done a load of clothes washing and emptied the dishwasher. We will have to do these sheets as well though, I will start on that while you are in the shower.” I relaxed a little and rolled on my back and felt a wet patch on my bottom. I sat up still a little groggy.

“You passed out almost straight away after your orgasm earlier,” he said. “I rolled you on your side and you haven’t moved for over three hours.” The memory brought a smile to my lips.

“It was intense, must admit,” I looked and massaged at my inner thighs, they were sticky with semen and other body fluids, my pussy lips red and swollen. Pete stood and opened the window, warm spring air wafted in with the faint aroma of fresh blossom.

“This room smells like a brothel he explained, “and you had better hurry up with that shower.” He started to strip the sheets from the bed. I moved to let him continue and with slightly wobbly legs and a tender pussy I made my way to the bathroom.

“Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes,” he called out with an arm load of soiled linen.

My energy levels returned as I let the hot water cleanse my body and I let my mind drift through the events of the last 24 hours. I was amazed and ecstatic with the way my body responded to Pete’s dominance. I realised with mixed feelings that sexual submission was part of me, something that I had ignored for so long.

Admittedly I took the dominant role when I lured him to my bed and ravaged his beautiful young body to mutual satiation. This wasn’t premeditated in any way and I knew it was wrong at the time, I just could not help myself and on reflection the power I had over him was an aphrodisiac.

However, this morning when he ordered me to kneel for him so he could take me like a bitch on heat was like a switch that triggered into subservience. I welcomed the chance to be totally submissive, the intensity of the subsequent arousal and orgasm was akin to opening flood gates of need.

His desire was enhanced as well even though we had copulated for hours during the night, his morning erection was hard and sustained. The head of his cock touched, caressed and stimulated me perfectly. It rested on the opening of my cervix when he ejaculated and the release of considerable quantities of sperm laden semen at the entrance to my uterus pushed me over the threshold into a totally pleasurable state of body and mind.

It had been so long since I had experienced an orgasm like that and ironically it was with a woman before I was married. Margaret was the woman I fell in love with when I was a teen. She was by far the most skilled and considerate lover I have ever been with. I have been with plenty of men in the past but none have pushed all my buttons like Pete.

Pete was a virgin when I took him to my bed but unlike most men I have slept with he learned quickly and proved to be a considerate and imaginative lover. I have no doubt this was enhanced by our fantasy of fucking as we watched Bill and Vanessa through the kitchen window.

I should have felt guilty or at the very least remorseful about those thoughts but I wasn’t, I was excited by it. Sometime soon I hoped the opportunity to convert that fantasy into reality will present itself.

Chapter 2

By the time I emerged from the shower the bed had been expertly remade and I couldn’t detect any traces of sexual activity in the air. The aroma of frying bacon met me as I descended the stairs made my tummy rumble and mouth water in anticipation of food.

“Feeling refreshed” asked Pete when I sat at the table. I faced the window that gave a view of the pool and back yard.

“Yes but I’m a bit sore I must admit.”

“Yeah, I noticed your pussy looked a bit red and swollen, sorry about that.”

“I’m not fussed but you will have to go easy on me for a day or two.”

“That’s ok, you can suck me off when I need.”

“Yes,” I heard myself say. The sheer naughtiness of the idea started small tingles in my groin. A small smile twitched at the corners of his mouth as he put a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in front of me along with a glass of orange juice. I was ravenous and the food was delicious.

“I imagine you will need relief fairly regularly,” I said between mouthfuls. He wore his running shorts and loose fit T-shirt. I imagined running my hand over his lean torso. He turned to put the fry pan into the sink to soak.

“Yes and I am mindful of your conditions with regard to your husband and daughter so we will have to develop a strategy that maximises opportunity and minimises risk.” He turned to look at me, his eyes dark and enticing.

“Oh, like what?”

“Well for starters there will be times when you will have to go commando.”

“No panties?”

“Yes and wear a dress or skirt at the same time for easy access.” The tenderness in my pussy made the tingles or arousal even more noticeable.

“You’re thinking about that scene where we watch Bill and Vanessa through this window. That really got you excited didn’t it.”

“Yes, he said very quietly and without confidence.” I concentrated on finishing my food. I handed my plate to him. He took it and put it in the dishwasher.

“I liked it too, a lot,” I said. His eyes widened slightly and he moved his hand to adjust the front of his shorts. I envisaged the growing erection. “I especially like the way you took control this morning,” I added.

“So, you would like to do that for real?” He stood up. The bulge in his groin was very noticeable.

“Yes.” My heart started to thump in anticipation of what he may do next. I didn’t have to wait long, he moved to stand in front of me, unzipped the fly and released his very hard cock. I took as much of him as I could in my mouth. He groaned with pleasure.

I spread the natural lubricant that flowed from the opening of his sex organ and spread it over the shaft with my tongue and fingers. With the head in my mouth I massaged the underside, his thrusts became more rapid and determined. Any second now I thought, he will let go and cum.

Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth. “Shit,” he said, “Vanessa.” I looked up just in time to see my daughter walk past the kitchen window. Pete tried unsuccessfully to cram his cock back into his shorts, gave up, then with some amusement I watched his swollen organ bounce in front of him as he made for the door and stairs.

Vanessa came into the kitchen and dumped he bag on the floor. I quickly took a mouth full of orange juice. She came over to give me a hug. I hoped she did not detect the aroma of Pete’s precum on my lips.

“How was your sleep over,” I asked then I drank more juice.

“Yeah, good, not much sleep though. How was your night?”

“Nice and quiet, slept in.”

“Sounds good, I need a shower she announced then some sleep I think.” She picked up her bag and headed for her room. I waited until she went to the bathroom and the shower was running. I knew she would be in there for at least half an hour.

I quietly climbed the stairs, I had left Pete in a rather awkward condition and felt responsible to help to relieve him, well that’s what I told myself any way. I also wanted more physical contact with sexy body, he had that effect on me.

Pete’s door was open just a fraction and I could see him watching. I gently knocked, the door opened a little wider but he had moved behind the door. I could not see him at all.

“Hello,” he said.

“I’m alone, come in.” He was naked and still sexually aroused.

“I was hoping you would come.” I knelt on the floor and finished what I started in the kitchen. It took several swallows and some time to suck the remains from his softening cock. I stood and gave him a cuddle and fondled his cute bottom. “Thankyou,” he said.

“It was my pleasure,” I replied with total honesty. He kissed me, I let his tongue explore my lips and mouth.

“Yum,” he said.

“You like the taste of cum?”

“Sometimes, especially when it’s in you mouth or pussy.”

“No complaints from me, kiss me some more.”

Chapter 3

Over the next few weeks we started to develop various routines where we could enjoy some measure of intimacy. We both left for work later than in the past, certainly after Bill and Vanessa had gone. I would get their breakfasts and Pete would join in as if ready to leave, then he would ravish me. I looked forward to those mornings when I knew we could be together.

I now frequently dressed commando style as Pete would say complimented with with a dress or skirt, sometimes a blouse with no bra. Pete would notice straight away and I would receive discrete caresses on my bottom or thighs as we passed each other when Vanessa or Bill was near.

If no one could see us he would kiss me and the touch was more intimate. Bill didn’t seem to notice at all, Vanessa maybe but I was wary and made very certain that no one could see anything untoward. Pete respected my need to be careful.

For me this was an exciting time and a satisfying one. I felt needed and wanted. I basked happily with the knowledge that Pete found me attractive physically as well as mentally. Not only was I satisfied but my libido was on the increase as well.

The more we got to know each other the more we found we had in common. There were also plenty of opposites in our personalities and in those respects we complimented each other’s weaknesses with strengths of our own. Pete’s shyness and nervous social problems, particularly his stammering had all but disappeared although he still relied on me to take the lead in meetings.

He also relied on me to take the initiative with our sex life and was constantly alert to my availability. In many ways I was in control but once he got the all clear so to speak I was like putty in his hands. I just loved to let him have his way with me.

He was also considerate of my needs and although there were times when he was so horny and would cum quickly he would always made sure I had release usually through oral sex. I marvelled at how my body had quickly become accustomed to his touch and climaxes were so much easier to achieve. By then he was usually hard and ready again and it was a pleasure to let him enter me and give him what he wanted.

Our relationship also made working together a pleasure, it was also progressing very well. We lodged several provisional patents for our new client. Pete had envisaged even more spin offs and the company was delighted with the concepts but he wasn’t that good at putting the ideas down on paper. That was my job and we worked well together.

I was also able to supply leads to potential manufacturers and this brought in more work for us. Pete and I were assigned exclusively to these new developments.

About a week ago after we met with two company representatives who had been our main contacts for the past few months Pete and I were invited to view some of the projects we had been involved with at their factory.

One of the company people was Bill’s friend who had initially contracted us to do the initial patents. We became aware that there were some people in his organisation who had reservations about the choice of us as patent attorneys. Our subsequent successes had boosted his career considerably. I think he was very keen to show us off to his employers.

When they mentioned the visit would involve travel to a regional area in a light plane Pete started to get a little agitated. He started to stammer, I could tell he was under some sort of pressure.

“I am n-nervous about flying in s-small planes. I get air s-sick too.” he eventually got out. I reached out to put my hand on his arm.

“It’s ok Pete,” I said, “we can drive but it will mean two nights in a motel or what ever,” I said with the hope I did not sound too eager. “Obviously we will need separate rooms,” I added, conscious of our preliminary research that revealed the owners the company were very conservative and religious.

I resisted the temptation to look at Pete as they mulled over the request for several agonising seconds. “That will be fine,” Bill’s mate eventually said. Now that we know you can afford the extra time there are a couple of related pilot programs we have set up a few miles out of town I would like you to look at as well.

Please allow us to arrange the accommodation, naturally you will be guests of the company so every thing will be taken care of. By the way is Bill likely to accompany you? It would be good to catch up with him sometime.”

“I don’t know but will ask him now, if you like,” I said. I dialled Bill’s number, made contact and briefly outlined the situation, then handed over the phone to his friend. A bit of initial small talk followed then it sounded like Bill was making excuses, that didn’t surprise me. Pete looked a little too pleased, I glared at him and he got the message and shuffled through his paper work and made notes.

“Sounds like he may be busy with work, his friend said as he handed back my phone.”

“Oh well, we tried,” I replied and put my phone back in my bag. “It’s been a while since we have had a few days away, will work on that for another time maybe.”

“Yes,” he said, “just need a bit more planning I suppose, maybe a weekend would be better, will keep that in mind. Ok, so is every one happy with this morning’s work?” asked the other company representative as we wrapped up the meeting.

“Yes very said Pete, we will work on some more ideas before we visit in a few of weeks.

We saw our visitors out and gave a brief report of the meeting to our boss. She was very pleased with the outcome and had no problems with us taking a couple of days off. The potential for earnings to our small office was substantial and she was well aware of that.

“A good morning’s work,” she said, “ I see the trip is not scheduled for several weeks so there is plenty of time to prepare so why don’t you both take the afternoon off?”

“That sounds great,” I said “and thanks.”

Chapter 4

“How about a little detour on the way home,” Pete said as soon as we got into my car. I was a little surprised as I expected we would go straight home and hoped we would have time for a bit of fun. But he had that look that I have learned comes with a new idea, well, a carnal one. My heart started to thump and small shivers rippled the back of my neck.

“You have my attention.”

“I’ve been thinking on how much you seemed to enjoy it when I tied your hands above your head the other day and, um, molested you.”

He was right about my enjoyment, I had also revealed a little more of myself to him than intended and it actually got me more sexually excited. I was at that moment of pure desire and arousal when I admitted I didn’t care who put a cock in me.

We were in the kitchen, Bill had already left for work and we were waiting for Vanessa to leave to go to school. I wore a skirt and blouse but no underwear or stockings. Over the past few days there had been little opportunity to be completely alone together, I was in the mood for sex.

Vanessa seemed to take forever in the bathroom, I busied myself with tidying up the kitchen and Pete went back up to his room saying he had things to do. I wondered if Vanessa was delaying on purpose, something that made me slightly nervous but this was overwhelmed by a need to satiate my rampant libido.

She eventually came out complete with school bag. “Where’s Pete?” she asked, alarm bells started to ring.

“He went off to his room, said he had things to do, I suspect he also plans to go for a run this morning.”

“OK, Jenny was wondering if he is still interested in the tutoring job, I was thinking he and I could go over to Jenny’s and we could do the work together, save Pete a bit of time.” I breathed a little sigh of relief.

“Ok it’s fine by me, I will ask Pete and he can let you know tonight. I’m sure it will be fine.”

“Thanks mum, have to go.”

Pete appeared shortly after and without a word went straight to the tea towel rack, he ***********ed all four and told me to stand at the narrow end of the table. He rolled a towel into a thin sausage. He indicated I should turn around with my back to him place my foot against the table leg. He then tied my foot to the leg and repeated the process with my other foot.

My legs were now spread apart, he caressed my bottom then placed his hand under my skirt and lightly touched my pussy lips. The brief contact triggered a pleasurable ache in my groin and I started to leak. I moved and squirmed to provide better access.

“Mmmm,” was all he said. I gasped as his finger found my erect clitoris. I wiggled in a attempt to get more stimulation but he removed his finger and picked up another towel. He used it to bind my hands together behind my back. With the last towel he made a blind fold and covered my eyes.

Margaret, my lover from all those years ago was the last person to have done anything like this to me and it brought back a flood of memories, all of them good and pleasurable

“Imagine Bill, Vanessa and some of her friends are sitting around the pool,” Pete commanded.

He stood behind me, untucked my blouse, fondled my breasts then gently squeezed the nipples. Kisses and nibbles on my neck and ears sent delicious shivers down my back, my pussy throbbed with desire and anticipation of being penetrated and used.

He gently put pressure on my back with one hand the other held my front as he bent me over so my breasts and face were on the table. He lifted my skirt up and exposed my naked pussy. His hand caressed the labia and inserted a finger into the wet opening.

I raised my bottom out and up as much as I could to get more of the digit in me.

It wasn’t very successful as the more I moved the more he backed off. The intensity of my arousal just continued to build. I worried that if I moved back any further I was in danger of falling on my rump with my ankles tied to the table legs.

I heard him undo his jeans and pull them down. I pictured his erect cock now free and aimed at my sex opening. He teased the wet slippery crevice between my pussy lips with the head. My rapid frantic attempts to engage only achieved an inch or so. My bound hands and legs made it impossible to move enough to be penetrated.

The frustration was extreme, yet I liked it, yes, I liked it a lot, and the transition to total submissiveness.

“Fuck me, please.”

“Hmm you haven’t earned it yet.”

“What?”

“Are you imagining people through the window like I told you to? Imagine a pool party with Vanessa’s young friends in their bathers. Bill is there too.”

“Um, yes, ok.”

“What do you see, who are you focusing on?”

“Vanessa, her friends mostly.”

“The guys or the girls?” Driven by my own arousal the imagined scene became more and more realistic and sexual in my mind.

“The guys,” I said, “they all seem to have erections in their bathers. The girls seem to have noticed, some have crossed their legs, maybe they are leaking a little.”

“Like you are now?”

“Yes.”

“Anything else?” One of the girls reminded me of Margaret, particularly her breasts and the nipples were very prominent. For some reason Vanessa appeared to be focused on her as well. I did not want to reveal that to Pete.

“No,” I fibbed.

“Hmm,” he said then paused. “Would you like any of those young guys to fuck you, maybe even Bill?”

“Right now any one with a decent hard cock would do. Bill won’t pass on that score.” I can’t believe I said that.

“Maybe we will invite one in?” I wanted to say something like yes but couldn’t. My whole body started to shake then he plunged himself into me. It was like heaven and ecstasy combined. He gave a couple of thrusts and the orgasm hit me like a train.

I vaguely recall my restraints and blind fold being removed, being turned around and and Pete holding me upright against his body. My legs felt very weak and I was aware of his erection pressed between us.

“I’m sorry, you haven’t cum yet,” I said as I reached for his throbbing cock. “I need to sit down to suck you though.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” he said. He pulled a chair out from the table and sat on it his cock still wet and glistening from my body fluids pointed north.

“Mm much better,” I agreed. I straddled him and impaled myself on his shaft. I felt so full and contented. He fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. I undid them for him and proffered a breast. He sucked greedily, a warm maternal euphoria enveloped me.

“You would like that to be full of milk, wouldn’t you?” I said.

“Yes,” I felt his cock twitch inside me.

“Here, this side needs attention too,” I murmured and held my other breast for him. Yummy ripples of arousal rippled through me. “You realise that for me to lactate your sperm needs to meet my willing egg deep inside me and our baby needs to grow and be born.”

“Yes.” he whispered then kissed me passionately. His cock started to swell. I moved up and down very slightly then clamped my pussy muscles. I felt his cock start to pulse as his sperm and semen were released into me. My pussy convulsed and I climaxed again. We sat there, joined, neither of us keen to separate for some time.

Eventually he looked up at me, his eyes moist, full of love. He held my face in his hands.

“I know that a pregnancy cannot be for real,” he said, “I know Bill fires blanks and there is no way to explain a pregnancy rationally except that you have another lover. But, the fantasy is a really powerful one that reached my very core, thank you.”

“I felt it too too my darling.”

Chapter 5

I snapped myself out of the reverie to focus on Pete’s suggestion of a detour on the way home. He had that half smile and partly closed eyelids that made his dark eyes totally unreadable. He placed his hand on my thigh and traced a finger on my skirt to my hip.

Pleasurable tingles gravitated upwards to my abdomen even though his touch was light and of barely perceptible pressure. He turned toward me and took a deep breath before he said.

“This trip means we we will be away together for a couple of nights.”

“Yes.”

“So I thought we could get some special gear to take with us.”

Like what?”

“Maybe some restraints and a blindfold, nothing elaborate – just some Velcro wrist and ankle restraints with a length of cord to attach to a bed or whatever. What do you think?” My heart thumped at the thought.

“I like the idea but where from?”

“Well there are adult shops that cater for this kind of thing, we could pay cash so there is no record, better than ordering on the net and keeping them discrete will be my responsibility.”

“So you are suggesting we go to one of these sex shops now, together.”

“Yes, there’s one on the way to the Port, a bit out of the way so it’s unlikely anyone would recognise us there, middle of a week day and so on.” I had to admit I had never been to one of these stores and I was a little curious about them, a bit naughty and exciting too.

“You game?” he asked

“Yes.” I rummaged in my hand bag for sun glasses. My hands shook as I started the engine. “Ok, I need directions.”

We parked a couple of streets away and I nervously looked around on the way for any one who may recognise me. Everything was quiet and no one about. There was a rear entrance via a car park and I breathed a sigh of relief when Pete ushered me through an unmarked door.

My first surprise was that behind the counter were two women around my age dressed quite conservatively. They both looked up when we entered and offered polite hellos. My second surprise was the size of the shop, obviously on two levels with a central stairway to the first floor. I had difficulty trying to absorb the quantity and variety of products on display.

A range of dildoes and vibrators literally stopped me in my tracks. There was every imaginable size and shape available, some had harnesses attached to female mannequins, the phalluses proud and permanently erect.

The walls of the shop were adorned with more mannequins dressed in a vast array of outfits from demure to outrageous fantasy themes for both men and women. The demon costumes were interesting.

A small number of people, mostly males but a couple of women browsed the display of movies. There were several glances in our direction, both genders looked us over I’m sure with some level of sexual interest. This was a sex shop after all and I admit I felt a little flattered. Mercifully I did not recognise any one.

“Just let either of us know if you would like any assistance,” I heard from one of the assistants behind me. My face flushed immediately, fortunately Pete answered for me.

“Thank, you we will,” he said.

“Anything in particular you are looking for or just browsing today?” she asked.

“Um, bondage gear,” said Pete. I cringed at the candidness of his response and felt I wanted to crawl somewhere and hide. I’m sure everyone in the store must have heard.

“No problem,” she replied, “the BDSM lifestyle has become so popular these days that we converted most of the upstairs to that interest. She glanced at a bank of monitors then her work mate who just nodded. “This is a quiet time and there’s no one up there at the moment so I can show you around if you would like?”

Pete looked at me, I felt marginally better and I responded with a squeaky “yes.” The assistant smiled and said.

“You go on ahead and I will be with you in a minute.”

I was grateful to Pete who held my hand as we climbed the steps, my knees were a little wobbly and my rapid heartbeat made me a little light headed. The last thing I needed was a tumble down the stairs.

We arrived to a much smaller space than down stairs and it was indeed devoted to bondage and restraint. A closed padlocked door at one end indicated some sort of room behind, presumably a storeroom.

There were all sorts of mostly black leather costumes and displays along with restraints, ropes, chains and instruments like whips designed to inflict pain. Arranged along the walls were several pieces of apparatus designed to hold victims securely in almost every position imaginable. Erotic photos that demonstrated how to use the equipment, I noted many of the ‘victims wore a ball shaped gag while restrained. A barred, metal cage on one wall made me think of demons. I opened the door and felt Pete caress my shoulders, back and bottom, shivers rippled through my body.

“Interesting huh,” he said.

“Yes,” he took my hand and led me to a display of ropes, handcuffs and similar items. The shop assistant appeared at the top of the stairs, smiled and joined us.

“Found any thing of interest?” she asked.

“Well yes,” said Pete, Those Velcro and rope restraints, we would like four please.” The assistant ***********ed one and handed it to Pete then proceeded to explain her choice.

“I recommend the long ones as you can vary where you want to be attached to particularly if a bed or whatever doesn’t have convenient tie spots. Very useful if you are going to hotel rooms and the like.”

“Ok sounds sensible said Pete.” She ***********ed four from the rack and attached one to her wrist.

“The Velcro is quite strong if you do a full wrap like this,” she said. “Even so I like to hold onto the rope like so, she demonstrated how she wrapped the rope around her hand and gripped it. For adds to the feeling of powerlessness,” she continued looking directly at me, “but we are all different in our tastes.” I tried to slow my breathing and take longer slower breaths.

She held he bound wrist above her head and gripped the rope to demonstrate. Even with her conservative blouse and skirt her feminine curves were noticeable. She caught me looking but did not comment. Pete had that half smile on his face.

“Would you like to see how it feels?” she asked me.

“Um, ok,” I said. She smiled and attached restraints to both my wrists and handed both rope ends to Pete.

“Sir, if you would hold the ropes above the lady’s head please.” Pete did so and the shop assistant looked at me and smiled. “Very erotic, how does it feel?”

“Interesting,” I managed to say. Her face remained impassive when she leaned forward to take ropes ends from Pete. Her ample breasts were close to my face for a bit longer than was necessary, She held the ropes above my head and I was conscious my breasts were thrust forward. In that brief moment she had assumed control. I tightened my grip on the the rope, I liked how that felt.

She lowered my hands and placed them on her shoulders, then proceeded to undo the straps. The assistant looked at me intently and I wondered if she sensed the subtle precursors of my arousal.

“There,” she said, “free again. By the way if you feel you may be uncomfortable about being restrained while that handsome young man has his way with you, leave the ropes relatively loose and only use a small Velcro contact. So if you want you can quickly release your self. Of course it’s much more exciting when you employ a full wrap and tight ropes. Then you are at his, or her?” she looked at me directly, “mercy, depends on the situation.”

She turned to look at Pete, “and what do you think Sir, would you like to have this attractive woman restrained?”

“Yes, ma’m, very much so.” The assistant smiled and said.

“I assume you are going to takes these?”

“Yes please,” I said. She turned to give me her full attention.

“I’m not sure about your level of experience with the lifestyle but I have found the intensity and ultimate pleasure of being restrained is significantly enhanced if you are blindfolded. Would you like to take one as well?” She moved off with out waiting far an answer.

Without looking at Pete I just followed her lead, picked up a ball gag off a shelf and handed it to her. She gave me a questioning look. I just nodded, Pete looked thoughtful but said nothing.

“Blindfolds are more or less straight forward,” she continued as she held one up for our approval.

“Yes that will be fine,” said Pete.

“I will go and wrap these, you can take your time to look around some more if you want.” Pete walked over to a notice board that advertised a BDSM get together and if interested patrons could enquire at the front counter.

“Occasionally we have parties here,” the assistant explained, “with a small number of especially ***********ed people. You both are probably not quite ready for that, yet, but when you want to know more let me know. I will place a contact email in with your purchases.”

I could tell Pete was already interested. “Here?” he said.

“Through that door.” We both turned to the padlocked door.

“Would you like a quick look?

“Yes,” said Pete. She produced a key and undid the lock and turned on a light that glowed red. The room was fitted out like a medieval dungeon. The first thing I noticed was a large cage, big enough to hold at least a dozen people. There were all sorts of apparatus most attached to the walls but some free standing, all with loops for restraints and shackles.

A bench contained a ***********ion of whips, paddles and the like along with blindfolds, restraints, gags, dildos and other curiosities that I could not immediately work out what they were used for. On the wall hung a variety of costumes. It would seem I am not the only one with demon fantasies.

“How do you like it?” the assistant asked.

“Absolutely amazing,” I said in all honesty.

“I really like it,” said Pete. The assistant did not reply, ushered us out and closed the door.

“We don’t usually show this room to people we don’t know but I suspect you are both genuine lifestyle candidates. This should give you something to talk and think about.”

“Thank you,” I said” but I’m not sure I am a genuine candidate.”

“Why is that?”

“I’m really not into pain, like from whips or whatever, only pleasure.” She stopped, turned and took both my hands in hers.

“We are on the same page there,” my friend. “I may add that no one is forced to do anything they don’t want to do here, that is a very hard rule. Admittedly everyone is different with a variety of tastes and fetishes. These are extensively vetted for any illegal or dangerous behaviours for example choking and the like.

“We agree with all that,” said Pete as he looked at me for confirmation. I nodded in reply. The assistant looked at both of us, then said.

I’m Donna by the way and my friend down stairs is Susan. We and our husbands own the shop and are active members in the local BDSM community.

I’m Jacosta and this is Pete,” I said.

“Interesting name,” said Donna, “I am very pleased to have met you both. I will formally introduce you to Susan when we get to the counter. By the way she said you were both very attractive.”

“Wow I wasn’t expecting any thing like that,” said Pete as we walked back to the car with our new package of goodies.

“I think we left an impression,” I said.

“Yes, Donna certainly had the hots for you and you obviously enjoyed the attention.”

“Was I that obvious?”

“She noticed and I think we both realised you are not exactly new to a bit of bondage and female intimacy.”

“You’re right, it was before I met Bill, a long time ago. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, believe me, none at all in fact it is a bit of a turn on for me. I’m not the jealous type.” I discretely squeezed his hand just as we reached the car.

“Thank you, I’m a bit relieved. You are the only one who knows, by the way.”

“You will never get any flak from me,” he said. “I know there are situations where you need to transcend into submissiveness and I am very happy to indulge in that in any way you want, but, overall, I am totally devoted to you.”

This was a new level in our relationship, a development that I could not have anticipated or believed possible. It was as exciting as it was an irresistible allure.

“As soon as we get home I want you to fuck me, nothing fancy, just do it as hard and as often as you can, Sir.” Crude, but, I felt so horny.

“Yes M’am.”

Chapter 6

True to my word with Vanessa I mentioned the tutoring again to Pete and the suggestion Vanessa go with him to Jenny’s house. The concept brought a slight frown but he didn’t elaborate when I asked if that was a problem.

Over the next week they did a couple of sessions and all seemed to go smoothly. Vanessa certainly was surprisingly happy with the arrangements and I think it was a bit of a social change for them both. I also noticed that Vanessa was there at other times including occasions when Sandra collected Jenny and her from school, it would seem that they had become best friends again.

I also have no doubt Sandra’s luxury penthouse was also an attraction as she and Pete, both raved about it, especially the views and the indoor heated pool. At the time I didn’t read much into Vanessa’s idea to spend so much time at the penthouse as I was preoccupied with my own interests, an agenda that self focused on my relationship with Pete.

We had sex regularly and I was happy to accommodate him whenever he wanted. This of course did have problems with both Bill and Vanessa in the house. For the most art we used his bedroom and we were very careful. Potential give ways were laundering sheets, he aroma of male semen is one thing but combined with female secretions is an obvious sign he has a female lover.

We changed our work schedules so we could indulge in our intimate activities after the other two left the house and I was confident they did not suspect anything. So confident in fact that I ignored a sixth sense that there was someone about on a few occasions when I thought we were alone. I also ignored Vanessa’s acute sense of smell and attention to detail. I could never have predicted how these minor details would ultimately affect all our lives in a dramatic way.

It was probably true that the initial novelty and regular sex between us had naturally waned, at least a little but our visit to the sex shop had opened many new doors for both of us. We both were keen to explore further and it was accepted we would take our new equipment away with us. For me that was very exciting and I knew Pete felt the same way.

Despite a full work schedule in preparation for our impending business trip we did find time to play with our new equipment. There was no doubt they contributed to an enhanced arousal and subsequent final climax, at least for me and Pete was enthusiastic with experimentation.

Any control and delay to my climax pushed me to a new level of arousal and the use of the restraints, blindfold and gag facilitated that. It also triggered my switch into submissiveness on a range of levels, the most intense had me willing to do just about anything to gain release.

It was a little scary too, like when he tied me to the kitchen table. The fantasies he encouraged me to conjure were so real in my mind and fed my arousal. I reached a point where I not care if any or all of Vanessa’s male friends had come to screw me. Even more disturbing, I could not believe I had voiced that admission to Pete in the heat of the moment and immediately vowed to myself to never do that again.

That was until Pete’s cock erupted inside me and I experienced the most wonderful release. I have thought about it many times since and the inescapable reality is that I wanted to experience that total submission again. Our trip to the sex shop made that more likely in that it potentially offered more options to experiment with. I wondered just how far I would go to achieve that.

Chapter 7

Finally the Wednesday arrived when we were scheduled to go on our business trip, we would be away two delicious nights and return on Friday. An added bonus was that my husband would be away when we arrived home, hopefully two more nights of adulterous bliss.

We waited until Bill and Vanessa had left for work and school respectively before we packed the car, excited and a little nervous. Logically it was just like any other innocent business trip but we both were acutely aware that work was not the main focus. Sleeping together and having sex was, it felt so naughty.

“I have packed all the gear,” Pete said as if he read my mind.

“You mean laptops and relevant work gear?”

“Yes of course,” he grinned with his reply. “What else was there?”

“Um some personal items?”

“Yes.” I felt lovely flutters of excitement especially when he adjusted the front of his jeans. We took our time with the drive and stopped at couple of towns for coffee and had lunch at a delightful café on the way. Pete held my hand while we strolled down main streets with occasional caresses to my back and neck.

Even though our age difference was no doubt obvious, this elicited several benign smiles from some locals. I loved the role being the partner of this young good looking young man and I felt warm inside when I allowed myself to be seen in public as his girl.

We arrived at the motel mid afternoon, we found the staff very friendly and helpful. The company was a major employer in the area and they were aware we were guests of the owners. It also felt like were in a fishbowl on full view from all angles. I had to stop myself from reaching for his hand after we checked in.

“I know,” Pete whispered, “best behaviour in public.” I almost giggled like a school girl.

We were allocated adjacent rooms, fortunately some distance from the busy reception area, an arrangement that suited us but we would still have to be ultra careful. If word got out that we were having an affair there was a good chance the company would terminate our services on religious and moral grounds.

I would learn later that was precisely why we were offered the job after a previous patent attorney was sacked when it was revealed he had a long term mistress. It did not matter that his wife knew of the arrangement and didn’t care.

We were delighted when we found our rooms were in fact a family suite with a locked door between. I soon learned of another of Pete’s talents, he was skilled at picking locks and had the adjoining door open in no time.

“Now we can be together without leaving the unit,” he said when he came into my room. He wrapped his arms about me and I lost myself in his caresses and kisses. He lifted my dress and pulled down my panties. I lay back on the bed and he buried his tongue in my pussy.

“Mmm that feels so good,” I said while I massaged my breasts. Just when I felt my pussy start to respond, my phone rang. It was our host from the company.

“Reception has informed us you arrived safely.”

“Yes thank you,” I said, “just settling in.” The look on Pete’s face almost made me laugh. He took my erect clitoris in his mouth and teased it with his tongue. I tried to wiggle away so I could concentrate on the conversation.

“I trust the accommodation is satisfactory.”

“Yes very, I haven’t seen Pete’s room but assume it is similar to mine,” I answered truthfully. I held my phone away from my ear so Pete could listen.

“Ok good. I have made arrangements for dinner this evening and this will be an opportunity to meet other board members. At dinner we can go through out schedule tomorrow, if that is ok with you.” Pete only nodded, his tongue buried in my pussy and he had taken over fondling my breasts.

“Yes, that will be lovely, we are both looking forward to meeting you all.” I replied with as normal voice as possible while Pete sucked on my clitoris.

“We will send a car to collect you about 6pm.”

“Ok thank you, I will let Pete know.” I hung up the phone and reluctantly lifted Pete’s head from between my legs.

“Much as I would like you to continue, I have to make a show of knocking on your door for appearances sake so we had better put things in order here as we have less than an hour.” Pete just kissed me and went to his room locking the internal door on the way.

Our evening went well and we were back at our accommodation at a reasonable hour. Pete did not waste any time opening the internal door between our suites and our love making was beautiful with complete satiation for both of us. We slept soundly in each other’s arms without worry or fear of exposure of our illicit relationship. We surfaced like a normal married couple ready for a business day that proved to be both busy and productive.

It was late afternoon by the time we had discussed all relevant matters with the company’s technical experts in their meeting room. We had concluded that the new method of economically extracting hydrogen from sea water was potentially a commercial reality. On the down side the process itself was unlikely to gain patent protection but some of the vital components were.

Pete had contributed significantly to the concept designs, notably in a way that the process of producing clean hydrogen gas could be carried out on almost any scale from a large manufacturing plant to individuals in their own back yards, depending on government laws. The potential was huge and the company board recognised this. They made it quite clear that there was a job for Pete with significant remuneration including royalties if he felt he wanted a change.

Generous bonuses were also on the table for our patent company should the planned developments become a reality. Some of this would flow in the form of company bonuses. They also made it clear that if Pete came to work for them all future patent work would be exclusively mine.

Pete said he was happy with his current arrangements for the moment but did not say no. I had a strong feeling that we would discuss this at a later date. In essence it was a good day, better than we could have hoped and as far as I was concerned it would get even better. To say that we were on a high that afternoon was a considerable understatement.

“Any plans for the evening?” Bill’s friend asked as we prepared to leave.

“We thought we would have dinner at the motel and an early night,” I said before we could be invited to more socialising. The only social contact I wanted at this time was my hands and feet restrained and Pete between my legs. “We have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow so it’s an early night for me.”

“Yes, I think I will go through some of the design ideas for a while then have an early night too,” added Pete.

“Ok, well safe trip and we will be in touch soon.” I thought Bill’s friend’s eyes lingered a little too long on my front before he continued. “Thank you for coming and give my regards to Bill.” I wondered if he had inappropriate thoughts toward me, although it was nice to think he may fancy me, I think it was more likely a test. I kept my reply neutral.

“I will and thank you for looking after us so well.”

We were dropped of at our motel soon after and in front of the driver we made a show of a plan to meet at 6pm for dinner. We both entered our rooms before the driver left. Appearances are everything and I wondered if the driver had instructions to report back on any untoward behaviour.

Dinner was pleasant and we only had a single glass of wine each, Pete whispered that he had a nice bottle of red in his room. In public we kept our conversation to general business topics mostly for the benefit of any potential eves droppers. As we prepared to leave we made comments about a long day and an early night was in order. As we walked across the car park to our rooms Pete quietly said.

“I’m looking forward to the rest of the evening.”

“Me too,” I agreed, “I know you brought our special equipment.”

“Yes, is that ok?”

“Very ok.”

“I will take a while to get ready,”

“Oh.”

“When you hear me unlock the inside door you can join me.”

“Ok.” I entered my room, locked the outer door and sat on the bed. There was plenty I should do like going over my notes made during the day or packing up items that were not needed. I couldn’t focus except for the door that linked our rooms. Pete’s suite was a much larger than mine with two bedrooms separate from the main living area and he had a small kitchenette.

I wondered what he had planned. He had become quite imaginative with various scenarios that pushed me to the edge, then delayed my release. There were no complaints from me and the anticipation of something new was delicious. The wait for the door to unlock heightened all my senses, the tiniest noise had me focused on the locked door.

Admittedly it was fun to get carried away with fantasies but there was also a certain amount of nervousness. Pete had coerced me into becoming more and more daring and today was no exception. He had told me to wear sexy underwear and a summer frock. The dress accentuated my narrow waist and a moderate plunge of neckline designed encouraged attention to my smallish boobs.

The dress was one of his favourites, he had requested that I include it in my luggage but it felt more like he ordered me to do so. I was happy to comply as it could be quite revealing depending how it was worn. I must admit I was a little excited when I put it on in he morning along with some sexy lingerie.

The dress itself was a simple design that crossed over in front of my breasts and tied at the waist with a detached sash. A loose or carelessly tied strap would reveal more of my breasts and the red bra that was basically see through. If the dress was undone, my front would be completely exposed. I sat and waited at the small table in my room and contemplated whether I should remove the lingerie under the dress or go to him completely naked.

Our relationship had become more than physical intimacy. In weak moments I had admitted some very personal fantasies that included risqué flirting and multiple sex partners. When I came down from these hormone fuelled highs I often regretted the candour I had displayed even though I trusted Pete completely.

On the flip side I liked to have someone I could share these private feelings with and the added attraction was the enhanced arousal and ultimate release. That allure to satisfy a craving prompted me to go just a little further, be a little bit more than just naughty, in other words I would take a stronger dose of the drug. Sex addiction had taken hold of me and at the end of the day I liked it, a lot, Pete knew that and took advantage of my weakness.

It was a warm day so the dress was quite outwardly conservative but for me, not only a little out of character but quite risqué given the reason I wore it. I was not in the habit of displaying flesh for attention, well not these days any way and I was sure Bill’s friend noticed the difference.

There was also the possibility he or anyone else we met, both male or female would wonder if I was a flirt on my business trip away from my husband. Would anyone react? I wasn’t concerned but admittedly curious and excited at the same time.

Pete wanted me to be conscious of any appraisals during the day. This was a subtle sexual undercurrent he had deliberately nurtured, one component of a long and sustained build up for tonight.

I had do real idea what Pete had in store for me except that I was sure at the very least I would be restrained by ropes and rendered helpless at some point. I looked forward to the sexual arousal that would inevitably follow. I rechecked the door, it was still locked.

I removed my shoes and stockings, that felt better, more comfortable. Also my watch and rings, including my wedding ring, that felt really naughty. I thought about the men I encountered today, would any of them have been more forward if I gave the impression I was available.

I thought possibly but probably not overtly in front of their religious peers. A couple of women also caught my attention, one in particular watched me more than would be normal. She was about my age and quite alluring. Dangerous and exciting thoughts. I kept my hair tied in a pony tail, out of the way and turned off my phone.

The door clicked, my heart thumped. On impulse I undid the strap on the dress and let the front fall open. I looked at myself in the mirror, I hoped Pete would approve.

Chapter 8

He sat at the small table while he tapped on his phone, he didn’t immediately look up at me. This continued for several more seconds before he acknowledged my presence. I felt a little embarrassed, almost stupid just standing there, exposed, aroused and waiting for acknowledgement. I was already his subordinate. He sat and looked at me then stood, dressed in tight jeans and a T shirt, he knew I liked, God he was sexy.

His face was expressionless as he approached me, then, a half smile, did he find this funny? I worried. He took the sides of my dress and opened them wide to gaze at my lingerie clad body.

“This is one of the most wonderful sights I have ever seen,” he said as he caressed my thighs, stomach and breasts, then he kissed me with passion and desire. “You are so beautiful.”

Relieved I put my hands under his shirt, buried my face into his chest to breathe in his maleness and savour his young muscular body. The familiar welcome waves of increased sensitivity spread from my groin, I felt for his cock through the jeans, it was very swollen. I was so ready to devour him. He broke our embrace.

“Would you like some wine?” Only then did I detect aroma from an opened bottle of a very nice red.

“Yes please,” my heightened senses added extra flavour to the wine. It was delicious. I sat on a chair, faced him with my dress hitched above my knees and legs apart, his eyes focused on junction of my legs. I pulled dress up further and exposed my pantie clad pussy. He licked his lips and I fantasised that his tongue was exploring between my labia. My cunt drooled fluids in readiness.

“It has been a good day,” he held up his glass in a toast.

“Yes.” I responded in kind. He remained silent.

“What are you thinking?”

“About all the guys who perved on you today, and that woman.”

“Yes I admit I was aware of the attention.”

“And?”

“Yes I enjoyed it. Thinking about it now it reminded me of enticing those men all those years ago for one night stands.”

“Would you do that again, pick up a guy and take him to a motel room like this?”

“Not while I have you. Would you like to see me with someone else?” Oh shit, I don’t’ think I should have said that, it just slipped out. He moved a little, I noticed with satisfaction to adjust his growing erection in his jeans.

“Short answer is yes. I like to see you enjoy yourself.” I passed my glass for a refill.

“What about the woman you had an affair with, would you like to have sex with another woman again?”

“Hypothetically speaking, yes.” I heard a faint purr in my mind and briefly imagined the image of the devil’s woman.

“Donna maybe?” she had the hots for you, and you enjoyed it.”

“I think it was all the excitement of the bondage stuff and the fact that she wanted to make a sale,” I countered lamely.

“You know you will be tied up in there,” he pointed to the bedroom, “very soon. You will be gagged, blindfolded and completely at my mercy. I want you to undress now, everything.” I stood and undressed in front of him. He signalled I should turn a full circle.

“Now sit on the chair facing me with your legs apart while we finish our wine.” Even though we had been naked with each other many time I found his change in demeanour almost confronting but exciting at the same time. He kept looking at my pussy that started to tingle from the attention. I gave it a bit of a rub to ease the itch. I was leaking with anticipation of being penetrated.

“You like displaying you cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I couldn’t stop myself from answering.

“It’s time we went to the bedroom, Jacosta. I want you to kneel on the bed so your swollen cunt lips are on display.” My knees were a bit wobbly and my whole body trembled when I led the way to the motel bedroom.

The bed was pulled back to the sheets and the restraints, along with a gag, blind folds and several pillows were laid out in readiness. I was surprised to see extra rope and much longer Velcro cuffs as well. Pete must have gone back to the shop. I wondered what they were for but said nothing. I felt myself slip steadily into total submissiveness.

He had me spreadeagled, face down on the bed with a pile of pillows under my tummy so my cunt was raised and available. My hands were secured to the top of the bed and my ankles to the foot, Legs spread wide and the larger restraints attached to my thighs, just above the knee

My knees were bent into a kneeling position, and my bottom close to the end of the bed. I could rock back and forward, just a little. Pete could now fuck me standing up with ease. There was no way I could effectively facilitate my own orgasm, I was completely at his mercy.

I felt him try some experimental humps, the the lump in his jeans pressed noticeable against my cunt. He reached forward and fondled my breasts and grunted with satisfaction.

“Time for the gag and blind fold,” he said. “Are you ok with this?”

“Yes, very.” After I was effectively blind and mute my whole body shook, nerve endings became ultra sensitive and my groin craved for attention. I jumped when his fingers traced the sides of my cunt lips.

“You’re wet already,” he commented as his finger invaded my sex opening. I pushed back as far as I could to get my clitoris to contact without success. “Don’t get too eager to cum, we have a long night ahead of us.” He took his finger out and lightly ran it over my bottom to my back and caressed my tummy but avoided my breasts. My nipples craved attention that was not forthcoming either.

I really wanted more physical contact, I wiggled and squirmed in futile attempts to effect more tactile stimulation. He grabbed my bottom with both hands, licked my labia then explored the crevice between with his tongue. My juices flowed and I heard him swallow.

“Mmm,” he approved, “very nice, I think you are almost ready.” I was more than ready but could only utter some unintelligible sounds with the gag in my mouth. He stopped licking, no touching, nothing.

“I have to go out for a bit,” he said, “but will be back later so don’t worry, you are safe here.” I didn’t expect that. The next thing I heard was the sound of him doing something on his phone then the front door of the suite closed.

I was left alone, unable to move. Heaven forbid if there was some emergency. I can only imagine what any one would think at the sight of me on all fours, bound, gagged and blindfolded with a dripping cunt.

I let myself settle down on the pillows, my bum was still up in the air but there was enough movement for me to relax my legs. I wasn’t at all uncomfortable in fact I felt a bit naughty lying there like this ready for sex when Pete decided co come an fuck me.

Even though my cunt and surrounds felt cool from the evaporating fluids my arousal had not subsided, the coals desire were hot and ready to be fanned into flames of passion. I let my mind drift through events of the day especially the guys who had perved on me. The fantasies morphed to the demons in the cage, the allure to indulge was irresistible.

The cage door had been left ajar but none of the demons were visible, I wondered if they had all left. A faint hum that emanated from the cave indicated that there possibly some still about. I walked through the open cage door and undressed. I wanted to be naked when I entered their lair. The thrill of total exposure in front of all and sundry was compelling, as it was exciting, it lured me to the opening. I wanted to be on offer to everyone and hoped I would receive appropriate attention.

The hum became louder as I approached but then utter silence ensued as soon as I entered. The cavern was illuminated with a soft red glow from an unknown source.

There were a number of demons, both male and female in the spacious cavern, in unison they all turned toward me, their eyes feasted on my naked body. Several of the younger males displayed erections, the crowd parted to let me pass.

I was directed to a side cave where the large male I had encountered on my last visit was in the process of copulating with one of the younger females. He smiled or was that a grin when he saw me.

The young female was on her hands and knees and the Devil’s cock was fully inserted. He became still. I imagined what it must feel like to have that bulge at the base of his cock fully inside while copious amounts of fluids filled her. Her eyes were glazed over and the nipples of her pert young breasts swollen and erect.

The alpha female stood by her mate, her hand stroking the young females neck and back. She started to communicate through demon telepathy.

“This young female was ***********ed to breed, ” The male stared at my pussy, his tail switched from side to side, the only visible signs of movement. He held her firmly by the buttocks, his claws noticeably dug into the younger one’s soft flesh.

“The master is the only male able to fertilise females, he is ejaculating in her now,” the senior female continued, “your turn will come when you are ready. In the meantime you are free to make use of any of the males or females here, including me. The choice is yours.”

The male then released his hold on the young female and his cock slowly slid out. It glistened with their combined sex fluids. Both females proceeded to lick and suck him clean.

“You can help if you want,” a male voice resonated in my head. The female moved aside, I knelt in front of him, the delicious scent of sex assaulted my nostrils. I started to lick, I couldn’t get enough of the flavour so took him in my mouth to suck the remaining fluids.

“Good, demon seed will make subtle enhancements with your body and you will find you become more receptive to mating,” I heard from the soft silky voice in my head. The young female lay on her back with he legs apart. Some of the devil’s seed leaked form her sex opening. There’s more there for you and some female fluids you will also need for your enhancement.”

Eagerly I bent over on all fours to service the young female, I felt hands caress my body, it was the older female, the devil’s mate. She started to lightly lick my cunt. I couldn’t drag my mouth away from the young one, semen still flowed from her, it was delicious,

My bottom was up in the air and gave full access to the probing tongue that went every where but my clitoris, I had started to leak copiously, the Devil watched, a smile on his face and his impressive cock erect again.

The gentle touch of the alpha female’s tongue in my own cunt intensified my arousal. Then without warning she abandoned me and assumed the mating position on her hands and knees in front of her mate, he mounted her only inches from my face.

Several pairs of bony, clawed hands caressed my body, my breasts were fondled and the nipples squeezed waves of desire flowed through me. I gasped when I felt the head of a cock slip between my labia and rest at the opening of my cunt. I looked up at the Devil.

“The young ones need practice with humans and the seed will be good for you.” I just nodded in response. Immediately the young demon penetrated my cunt with his cock. After a few quick humps he ejaculated then pulled out. He was soon replaced with another. “They also need to learn,” I nodded in reply again.

It is impossible to describe how good the second demon’s cock felt inside me. The semen from the first one must have indeed enhanced the pleasurable nerve endings in my sex canal. I looked forward to his cum in me and from any others that wanted to use me.

Chapter 9

When I heard what I thought was the sound of the cage door close, I didn’t realise it was actually the front door of Pete’s suite. I heard someone approach and heavy breathing. I became alarmed when I smelt stale tobacco, waves of fear rippled through me, Pete did not smoke.

A hand felt my bum and squeezed, there was something wrong about the touch though, then I realised, the person wore gloves. Now I was really worried, this was not Pete.

The hands searched for my breasts squashed into the pillows and roughly mauled them, there was a grunt of what was maybe satisfaction. The sound was definitely from a man, I realised with horror I was probably going to be raped. I made futile attempts to yell and free myself to no effect. He stopped feeling me up and I heard him going through a drawer in the kitchenette.

He returned and I squeaked in fright when I felt the cold steel of what was almost certainly a knife on my throat. He traced the blade down my back, it felt sharp but there was no pain from a cut. He ran the blade up my inner thigh to my pussy, the point was sharp, I had no more intention of wriggling. I lay very still.

At the very least I hoped he may just fuck me and leave, I needed to be very compliant. I heard him put the knife down, that was positive I thought. His gloved hand explored my cunt and he shoved two fingers into the opening. I moved onto my knees with my bum up to make it easier for him, and me.

This would mean less chance of being injured, I rationalised. He reached for my breasts again so I lifted myself onto my hands to give him better access. Another grunt of satisfaction. With my cunt in a more submissive position he started to lick me, he was surprisingly good and with irritation my body responded by leaking more fluids. He licked it up like a dog.

I felt my clit swell in anticipation but he ignored it; he fondled my breasts again, more gently and focused on the nipples. My arousal went to the next level. His fingers played with my cunt now, gently teasing, closer and closer to that special swollen organ of very sensitive nerve endings, my clitoris. A couple of brief touches nearly sent me over the edge, then he backed off.

I heard him unzip the zipper of his pants. Ok he is going to pull his pants down to get his cock out and rape me properly, I thought although technically he had already committed that offense. My initial shock and fear had now transformed into him getting on with it. I craved for release, a dribble of fluid ran down my leg when I raised my now willing cunt for easy access.

Nearly a minute went by and still no cock in me. He was doing something that I couldn’t work out, shuffling of clothes or something. Shit, maybe he is just jerking off, maybe I was too easy for him by moving my cunt like that. An unfortunate thought occurred to me that maybe rapists like their victims to struggle more. Maybe his hard on died and he was trying to get it up again? Fuck, what a disaster.

Just when I wanted to scream in frustration at him he grabbed my bum and I felt the head of his cock sliding between my cunt lips. I can’t believe this, he’s wearing a fucking condom! To make matters worse,, he had just entered me when I felt his legs against mine. He started to hump and the head slid in but although he was obviously hard it would not go any further.

He pulled me backwards to him presumably to get more penetration. I helped as best I could but nearly caused him to slip out. He tightened his grip on me. Great, I get a rapist who finally gets a hard on only to find out he has a tiny dick any way. There’s no justice in this fucking world. A couple of frantic humps and he grunted like an animal as he climaxed and then slipped out. To say I was left hanging was an understatement.

I heard him go to the bathroom and then flush the toilet, presumably the condom with it, obviously no DNA tell tales as to his identity. As if I was going to complain on how a lousy rapist he was. I heard him come back so I wiggled my arse and groaned in protest, a token effort.

He slapped my bum, it wasn’t all that hard but it still vibrated through my supersensitive cunt. More cunt juice dribbled down my leg and my whole groin throbbed with every rapid heartbeat. Next thing I heard was the front door closing, then silence. I was so horny, I needed to be fucked, badly.

Less than a minute later the door opened again and I heard someone come into the bedroom. Hands gently caressed my bottom and delicately probed my cunt.

“Mmm you’ve just been fucked.” It was Pete, he started to probe my crevice and clitoris with his tongue. “But you haven’t climaxed yet.” It was a statement more than a question. I heard him undress and in no time his hard cock easily worked it’s way into me and continued until I was deliciously filled.

He massaged my back and breasts and held me to his lean muscular body. He nibbled my neck and ears and started to thrust slowly, just short little movements. I succumbed to semi consciousness after waves of pure pleasure and release engulfed me. I vaguely remember him releasing my bonds and rolling me on my side with his arm in a protective cuddle position.



After some time I woke and the events of the evening were foremost on my mind. My arousal had completely subsided and I was faced with the memory of being raped yet I wasn’t overly concerned about it. Looking back I had to admit that in many ways it was a pleasurable experience. I wasn’t injured, well maybe my pride was a little dented but the situation had me on a delicious edge for some time. The high was extreme, the release from Pete sensational. I knew I should feel angry and betrayed by Pete but I wasn’t.

However, he had left me naked and helpless in a motel room then allowed an apparent stranger to have their way with me, including raping me. This was abuse of the highest order in anyone’s language. I started to feel a little pissed off. He sensed I was awake and he removed his arm from around me. I turned to face him.

“Are you ok?” he asked. With some satisfaction I noticed he looked a little worried.

“Not really, what right did you assume that you could truss me up for some unknown man to rape me?” He let out a long breath.

“None what so ever, how do you know he was a stranger?”

“Lots of reasons and for the record your crime is worse if it was someone who knows me.”

“I would agree normally.”

“So the rapist did know my identity?”

“Yes.” Now I was getting really pissed off and it seemed as if this was all just an unimportant detail as far as he was concerned.

“You will have to do some more explaining and it better be good.”

“I was the rapist.”

“How can that be, I smelt cigarettes, he had a little cock and.”

“I gathered some buts at the restaurant and put them in a paper bag with holes and waved them under you nose. As for the little dick, let me show you something.” He went to the other room and came back with a pair of small jeans stuffed with clothes in the legs. Attached were Velcro straps that wrapped around Pete’s legs to hold the dummy in place.

“When this is in place like so,” he attached it to his front, “my cock, when it is hard protrudes a little out the front of the mock rapist, that’s why I could only get a bit in your sweet pussy. But it gives the illusion that someone else may be screwing you especially if you are blindfolded and bound as you were.” Relief wafted over me.

“I know it’s crude and overly simplistic but rational thought is difficult when someone is shall we say wound up.” I thought he didn’t really have to rub that in, but he was right, I was drugged to the eyeballs with natural hormones and totally irrational. I also could not deny my own disgraceful behaviour regardless of whether I enjoyed it or not. He knew I did.

“Ok when you finished, or did you, what did you do on the way out?” he smiled a little sheepishly.

“To be honest that was the first time I have faked an orgasm. Not being able to get more of my cock inside you and the insulating effect of the condom was not working for me. Also I was really worried about your reaction when you came down from your high from natural drugs.

So, I put the stuffed jeans in the other bedroom, flushed the cigarette bag and condom in the toilet, then I gave you a playful slap on the bum before I pretended to leave. You were obviously a little um, frustrated you hadn’t been fucked. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

My heart melted, he had gone to so much trouble and quite frankly the ruse was as brilliant as it was effective. “You came back to the room with very little delay?”

“Yes, I knew you were on the edge, I wanted to bring you to orgasm as quickly as possible and to be honest the whole thing really turned me on as well. I really wanted you when I came back.”

“You didn’t cum then either?”

“No, you passed out almost immediately your climax subsided. You were no doubt exhausted from the physical and emotional overload so I let you sleep. As I said I was worried about how you would feel once normal equilibrium became established.”

I realised how selfish I had been and how much I wanted him to make simple old fashioned love to me. He removed the stuffed jeans and tossed them aside. His beautiful cock hung limp between his legs. I rolled on my back and opened my arms to him. Please come and give me a cuddle and then I want you to make love to me.”

“Phew, thank God,” he said as he climbed on the bed and kissed me. I gripped his rapidly swelling cock and guided it to the entrance of my pussy.

Chapter 11

We both slept very late so that there was barely enough time for showers packing bags and restoring our rooms before checkout. Reception recommended a café in town where we could get breakfast. It was actually a beautiful old house where several rooms had been converted to separate dining areas.

When we arrived the morning rush had subsided and there were very few customers so we had a room to our selves. I wasn’t fussed about where I sat but Pete insisted on the private room. l didn’t realise at the time that he had another surprise planned, one that I could never have anticipated or believed would affect me in the way that it did.

Admittedly I also had more questions I needed answered to clear in my mind and this needed to be discussed in private. Initially I had I planned to so in the privacy of the car while we travelled car but I decided that this would be a good to raise these small niggling issues before they became bigger problems.

For starters I was curious about the purchase of the extra leg restraints. He had obviously made another trip to the sex shop to see Donna and co without telling me.

“I know you still have questions about last night,” Pete said after we sat at our table.

“Ok, yes the upper leg ropes are new. I assume you went back to that sex shop.”

“Yes, I wanted to make the trip special for both of us so I asked Donna for advice, I wanted a woman’s input I suppose.” Holy shit now Donna and who knows how many other people know what we did.

“Please don’t worry, I have every confidence she is very discrete, she admitted to me that she found you very attractive by the way.”

“And what did you say?”

“I said I could understand that, we both agreed you are a beautiful sensual woman and I meant every word. When I explained we would be away for a couple of nights she made most of the suggestions we explored. She said they had done similar things at some of their parties with great success.

So I thought I would give it a go. Risky I suppose but I think or maybe hope you enjoyed it.” I did not to comment on that, he was fishing for compliments and I decided he could squirm a bit longer.

“Not many men would have managed to get their cock in me with all the extra padding in front of you,” I said, “ so how did donna know your cock would reach so to speak. Did she check you for measurement?”

“She didn’t and still doesn’t know how endowed I am. Without me saying anything she supplied a strap on dildo that I could attach to the jeans. I commented on what a good idea that would be and let her think I wasn’t all that um, big.”

“I’m impressed, and thank you,” I said as I squeezed his hand. Just then our breakfast arrived and we busied our selves with our meals. The waitress left and we were alone again.

“I enjoyed it as well,” he said, “ you may have difficulty understanding this but the thought of you with others lovers is quite a turn on for me.”

“Yes, I believe cuckolding is a very common and powerful fantasy; lovers as in plural?”

“Um yes, in the right situation and for the record both male and female.”

“And you would like to watch me have sex with someone else?”

“Yes if you were ok with it.”

“Would you like to have sex with other women?” He thought for a few seconds before he replied.

“Yes.” At least he is honest about that.

“I can understand that you may be tempted to fuck other women and believe me there would not be a shortage of females willing to comply. Just remember I am the married one here and I already cheat on my husband. You are single and I have no intention of controlling or restricting you. I would just like to know,” I added.

“Are you saying you would not mind me having sex with someone else?”

“In some ways I don’t like the idea but if I have to share you then I will. I live in the real world, I am more or less twice your age and married, eventually you will move on and I will not or could not stand in your way. I had difficulty swallowing and a nauseous fear rose from the pit of my stomach. I forced myself to continue.

“Since we visited that sex shop I think you will agree our relationship has evolved to new levels, take this trip for instance.”

“So, what are you saying?” I knew I was being manipulated here and the truth be known I have allowed it maybe even encouraged it. He wanted to hear me say I would be willing to explore further. He wanted me to say I would have sex with more people.

“Ok, I will say it out loud. Yes, I would like to have sex with other people, especially if we did this together, but that is not a condition, and yes I would like to make love to another woman again as well.” I let out a large breath and my hand shook so much I had to put down my cup before I spilt my tea.

“I think we are on the same page here,” he said and reached over to squeeze my hand. We continued our breakfast in silence. There was a hint of a smile on his face, he had control of me now and I felt quite helpless. The implied threat that he may end our relationship at some time down the track was now firmly omnipresent. It was a threat that would compel me to take more risks with my marriage so we could be together. Eventually he said.

“This could be really exciting, a big step too.” I had to agree on that one and had no idea of exactly what direction that step may take. There was also the logistics of my own personal situation as a wife and mother. Then I realised, Donna may have more influence on this than I previously had thought, he suspected I was genuinely attracted to her, and I was, so I decided to wade in and find out more,

“I’m curious,” I sad, “exactly what could be the right situation as you put it, do you want us to attend one of Donna’s parties?”

“Oh I think we are a little way off from a full on party and I suppose one of the first steps is this conversation now. It is possible, however that if in the near future we continue to explore erotic alternatives we may well end up interacting with Donna and her friends. This may well start with just you and Donna.” That one caught me off guard.

“You would be ok with that?”

“Of course.”

“Wouldn’t you want to be present?”

“Well yes but in all fairness that level of intimacy, should it happen between you both would almost certainly occur when you are alone together. Personally I would have thought you both would prefer to not have any third party distractions while you make love with each other for the first time.” Ok so I had to agree with that but I didn’t think I should say so right now otherwise knowing Pete He would try to set me up for a date with Donna. If I did meet her it would be on my own terms and time of choosing. My silence prompted him to continue.

“I fully appreciate your marital situation and I would be very happy for our affair to continue as we have up to now if you are comfortable with that. There is no way I will force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

For the record, so to speak, I can’t describe how happy I am being in this relationship with you, and, by the way, I’m not going anywhere in the foreseeable future.” Tears welled up and overflowed down my cheeks with utter relief. I couldn’t say anything I was so choked up. He handed me a clean napkin from an empty table to wipe my eyes.

For me, I just want to enjoy the journey we have embarked on and the rest of this trip. I think if we dived into partying now, and Donna has made it quite clear that we could, some situations may occur that neither of us may be comfortable with.”

“You have had quite a chat with Donna haven’t you?”

“You could say that, and, with Susan and her husband by the way.” There’s obviously been a lot of discussion going on between Pete and the proprietors of that shop. “They did make a comment that I found interesting though. They said that once you start to enjoy the BDSM and the swinging experience, you initiate a craving, not just for more, but more intensity. I think it was a word of caution.”

“So, if I liked the idea of sex with, say the mythical rapist from last night then eventually I will want a more realistic experience?”

“Possibly. Apparently it’s like a drug, but it doesn’t have to be destructive as you can happily explore this until you reach your limits, what ever they may be. Once you have defined those limits for your self, for example pain, multiple partners and so on, you can more or less stay at that level, you are in control of that.

In many ways I think that is part of the reason they hold those parties. I am sure they make extra sales of their products as well of course.

I have to admit if Pete suggested we go and visit Donna at their shop, I would agree readily and look forward to seeing her again. It would seem Pete is quite won over by Donna and Susan and it is me that they are all now trying to lure into their group.

“What’s Susan’s husband like?” Pete smiled and said.

“He’s about your age, I suppose you could call him good looking, intelligent and you feel at ease when you are talking with him. I have no doubt you would like him.”

“Like him enough to have sex with him?”

“Maybe, I don’t know, time will tell how far you want to go with this. From my position, so far so good and I am happy to comply with what ever you want. Yes I have both dominant and submissive traits like you.”

“But you are single and free,” I persisted, “to do what ever you want. I am 42, married and a mother so in reality it would be almost impossible for me to go to all night swinger’s parties on a regular basis. More importantly I will never be able to give you what you want like a family. I am very aware there are lots of lovely young women who would glad to be your lover, you will make a wonderful husband and father one day. Eventually our affair will end, I truly hope amicably and without regret. I understand and accept that. In the mean time I want to make the most of our time together.”

“You trying to get rid of me?”

“Pete, I will never do that.” The thought of losing him was almost unbearable, but I knew deep down eventually probable. I could not stop the flood of tears again. I noticed his own eyes were moist. Our relationship had moved to a much deeper level and I wanted it to continue with all my being, but to do so we needed to be completely open with each other. He reached over to hold my hand.

“Thank you for being my lover, you will always be very special to me but,” he continued in a lighter tone, “be warned, I will be around for a while yet, I’m just getting started on trying out new games with you.”

“I’m pleased to hear it, very pleased,” I said with total candour. “If I agree to have more lovers or just have random sex with others it will be because I want to. I admit the seeds of naughtiness have started to germinate and between you and me, it excites me.”

“I can identify with that,” he said, “but in the meantime we had better get moving.”

We were conscious of the long drive ahead of us so headed off as soon as we finished breakfast. Pete offered to drive the first half so I settled back lost in my own thoughts. Certainly I had no right to be possessive of Pete, he was the single one here and I was nothing more than a cheating wife and someone nearly twice his age. But we did have a chemistry between us that was a powerful allure to continue to experiment with more and varied ingredients.

I recognised that a big part of my attraction to Pete and our or affair was the opportunity for me to relinquish control sexually. Quite simply it excited me to the point of physical arousal and I became drawn to contemplate more risqué scenarios.

After about half an hour Pete said.

“There was one other thing that Susan mentioned.”

“You have my undivided attention.” He smiled and I was relieved the seriousness of our discussion had toned down somewhat.

“When I mentioned where we were going,” I groaned inwardly thinking about the number of people who knew where we travelled and some of the private activities but said nothing. “She mentioned a beach where it has become popular for people to go dogging. Admittedly mostly at night but sometimes things happen during the day.”

“Dogging?”

“It’s where people, well women go to indulge in what can only be described as slutty behaviour. Some are just exhibitionists and maybe just expose breasts or more, others allow them selves to be groped, others actually have full on sex with strangers. Apparently lots of guys just stand around jerking off unless they get a chance to interact with any of the women.

Dangerous stuff if the police or wrong people turn up like families.”

“Well yes that’s why it normally happens at night or remote locations like this one where apparently you can be warned if something is amiss.”

“So Susan and co suggested I might like to get groped publically or more?” I asked a little indignant.”

“No I don’t think so, they were saying that these women enjoy being submissive and this is an outlet where in effect you are in control as to how far you want to go. Look I’m not suggesting we go, but I thought it was worth mentioning.” I didn’t quite know what to think of this, it sort of came out of left field and my initial reply was a bit of a knee jerk reaction.

We continued on in silence again. Pete probably thought he had soured the mood but I realised the dampener was me. Of all the things that had occurred over the last couple of days the suggestion to watch some public exhibitionism was minor and simply another new experience.

It also occurred to me that Pete may want to see people engaged in sexual activity. He was totally inexperienced when I seduced him and although I am sure he probably viewed porn on the internet on a regular basis, but nothing compares with the real thing.

For that matter I had never been in the same room when anyone has sex except for me and my lover, and yes I conceded, I have had several lovers where as Pete has only experienced sex with me. The thought of watching a woman indulge in naughty antisocial submissiveness started to take hold. I reminded myself of the conversation we just had at the café earlier and the fears that generated.

I acknowledged that this was not just about me, Pete was also exploring his own boundaries and I have admitted to him I would consider involvement of strangers. This includes being considerate of Pete’s needs as he is to mine. If I don’t he will probably lose interest in me.

“If we were at one of these dogging venues and a woman there had allowed herself to be molested, would you like to touch her, say fondle her breasts?” I asked. He didn’t answer straight away and I thought he may be peeved enough to ignore me. Eventually he said.

“I’m almost certain I would want to but whether or not I had the courage to do so is another thing. As you know I am a bit shy but very much of a tit man, so it would be nice just to perve at the very least.”

He certainly spent a lot of time suckling on me last night and my nipples were a little tender this morning. When getting dressed I had opted for a soft sports bra and T-shirt. In retrospect, it would be easy to lift up the shirt to expose myself.

“Where exactly is the turn off to this site?”

“It’s at the next town, where we planned to change drivers. You want to have a look?”

“Maybe, I will see how I feel when we get there.”

“Ok, your call.” The closer we got to the next town the more the dogging site played on my mind. Pete’s comments about submission started to get to me and I briefly revisited my ongoing fantasy with the demons. The thought of willingly taking my clothes off in front of a group that had carnal intentions toward me right now was very appealing.

Thoughts germinated in fantasyland admittedly, but like Pete, I doubted I would do so in real time. My excitement grew as I acknowledged to my self that the line between fantasy and reality had started to blur.

To watch someone else have sex was a serious temptation, I am sure the Devil would advise me to succumb. I decided then that if we did not go, I would regret it. The Devil’s torment. Pete slowed the car on the approach to the town. A signposted cross road was ahead. I could not tear my eyes away from the arrow that indicated the road to the beach.

“Make the turn Pete, the click of the indicator was very loud and excitement I’m sure for both of us was palpable. After about ten minutes the road ended in a car park that contained several cars. A boardwalk that led through dense scrub covered sand dunes to the beach where the pounding of the waves could be heard clearly. A dirt road from the car park led parallel to the beach through some more substantial vegetation.

“This is the main access to the beach,” he said, “and apparently at the southern end is a nudist section where I’m told some antisocial behaviour occurs after dark when families and the like leave. The track there, “ he indicated to the one that disappeared into the scrub, in a southerly direction, I think is the one we should take to the dogging area.

It is supposed to end in another car park and I’m told it also has access to the nudist beach. There are supposed to be numerous walking tracks, that is where any action might happen at this time of day.”

“I’m game if you are.” He didn’t reply, we drove slowly along the track of hard packed sand.

“It might be a bit of an anticlimax if the park is empty,” said Pete.

“Actually I think I will be a little disappointed if that is the case.” Pete chuckled. We were both a bit nervous.

“I hope this is the right place there is a definite deterioration in this track and it now heads away from the beach.”

“Keep going a bit further, I think it turns back toward the beach, Pete. Besides there is no where to turn around here.” The track did indeed turn and we entered a clearing surrounded by a fence with gaps to partly overgrown walking trails. We were the only ones there.

“I guess this is that anticlimax,” said Pete.

“Yes, I am just a little disappointed I must admit,” I said.

“We could always pretend.”

“What do you mean?”

“Take your bra off and we could co for a walk and imagine guys lusting over you. If you are feeling really naughty then you could lift up you top to expose your breasts.”

“Or take my shirt completely off?” I teased. “You have said you would like to see me in jeans and no top.”

“No complaints from me.”

I looked around, there wasn’t any sign of people, my mood had improved and I felt a little adventurous. I took off my T-shirt and bra then put the top back on. The shirt was a fairly close fit and the outline of my breasts and nipples were obvious, especially my nipples.

I was about to open the door when another car entered the clearing. Oh shit. I’m going to chicken out of this. Pete was grinning, ‘I dare you’ written all over his face. The car had two occupants, a man and a woman.

“We will see what they do, if you want,” said Pete. “They may be very conservative tourists. We don’t want to be arrested for questionable behaviour.”

“What else do you plan on doing?”

“I get horny when I see you topless.”

“I think it’s time we left.” At that point the woman emerged from the car. She looked to be in her 30’s and wore a very short skirt and a blouse that was completely unbuttoned. Braless her ample breasts swayed as she walked toward us. She approached my side of the car. Before I could protest Pete pressed the down button on my window.

“Would you like to come for a walk with me?” she asked. I looked around, there was still no one else about. My mouth was dry, Pete handed me a bottle of water. Without thinking or saying anything, I opened the door and swallowed some water. “My oh my, you are attractive,” the woman said as she looked me over like a piece of merchandise.

I heard Pete get out of the car and lock it. “Sexy boyfriend you have too.” The woman’s companion walked toward us. He was tall and fit looking. “We are going for a little walk,” the woman said, I know there isn’t any one about at the moment but sometimes guys come over the dunes from the beach. You never know what’s around the next corner.” She joined her friend and they headed toward one of the trails.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Pete whispered in my ear.

“I know,” my feet followed her to the track that led into the bushes. The woman turned around, when she saw we had followed she smiled and continued on. We let them stay about 20 meters ahead.

It was a warm spring day, the sort that had a feel good air with the smell of the clean bush and salt air gave you that energy to put that extra spring in your step, a day where I wanted to just do something. The woman stopped in a small clearing, her companion continued past then also stopped and remained standing, partly concealed by bushes about 5 meters away. Pete and I also stopped and remained partly hidden by vegetation.

“Look, on the other side of the clearing near the sand dune,” Pete whispered. To my absolute surprise a naked man emerged. He was middle aged with a large gut and slightly sunburnt. He tentatively approached the woman who made no attempt to move even when the man placed a hand on her ample exposed breast. His erect penis was small, the woman reached for it and gently masturbated him. Another man appeared, also naked. He was older, quite trim and fit looking with an all over tan. He was also aroused and confidently caressed the woman’s bottom and briefly sucked on a nipple. She moaned with pleasure and reached for his large curved sex organ.

He stepped closer and placed his hand under her short skirt and we caught a glimpse of a bare bottom and his hand between her legs. She dropped to her knees and took the first molester’s cock in her mouth. The woman’s companion approached and lifted her skirt up over her waist, kneeled behind her placed fingers in her pussy. She wiggled to give him easier access while she fellated and fondled both men in turn.

Pete started to move closer, I followed, the scene totally compelling and I could not take my eyes from the four strangers. The woman started to thrust her hips back against her companions hand now quite wet from her sex fluids, he stood and gestured to the older man that she was available for him. He immediately positioned himself on his knees behind her then started to fuck her.

She abandoned fellating the fat guy and gave her whole attention to the stranger who had mounted her and was pumping his cock with regular deep thrusts. The fat guy vigorously masturbated himself and climaxed. She turned to look at me as her companion approached us.

I lifted my T-shirt, he came closer and smiled when I did not resist his inappropriate but tentative touches. I held my breast and offered it to him. My whole body trembled with excitement when he suckled. Pete caught my eye then grasped the hem of my skirt. I nodded permission and Pete lifted the skirt to expose my panty clad crotch.

The woman’s companion put his hand between my legs and rubbed my cunt lips through the panties, my vagina throbbed with desire. Although my legs are relatively wide apart at the top and he could easily caress the full surface of my cunt, I parted my feet a little more and bore down on his hand.

My resistance to social taboo almost completely abandoned and the gates to the garden of submissive delights were so close I could almost reach the handles.

Our attention was diverted by the animal grunts of the man fucking the anonymous woman. His climax was very close. My new admirer abandoned me and went to his mate. The grunts and thrusts of the fucker stopped, he held her bottom and groaned as he ejaculated in her.

His glistening spent cock slipped out and the woman rolled onto her back with legs apart. She only had eyes for her partner who knelt between her legs, his eyes transfixed on the sex fluids that leaked from her swollen cunt lips.

He started to lick her clean, then mounted her. She keened with obvious pleasure. The two strangers disappeared into the scrub, Pete and I left the woman and her mate to enjoy them selves.

Chapter 12

As it was well into Friday afternoon I was confident Bill would have already left for his golf trip so we had phoned ahead to let Vanessa know an estimate of our arrival time. She said she planned to spend the night at Jenny’s place but would wait until we got home. She said she had a couple of things she wanted to discuss with me in private and also mentioned she would like to borrow my car.

“I’m not sure what she wants to discuss but I suspect the car is the main item on her agenda,” I said to Pete after I shut my phone off.

“Maybe,” said Pete with a chuckle. I got the feeling there may be more to this but decided to drop the subject despite feeling a little uneasy. I hoped she wasn’t in some kind of trouble. I was also overly conscious that tomorrow was Saturday and Bill wasn’t due back until Sunday. This meant more quality time with Pete especially with Vanessa away.

On the drive back we had talked a little about what we saw in the clearing. Pete admitted he found the whole scene very erotic but was concerned that I had been coerced into letting the guy molest me. I assured him that although I acted on impulse I enjoyed the interaction and yes, I told him that I was aroused by the experience.

“It took all my willpower to not fuck you on the spot.”

“Well just as well we didn’t because Vanessa may not have continued her plans with Jenny without my car. Now that we know Vanessa will be out tonight, you can have you way with me as much as you want. So we had better get this car back so we can be alone again.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said then continued,“ although it’s none of my business, do you know what she wants to talk to you about?”

“No, do you?”

“Not really but she is spending a lot of time at the penthouse lately.”

“Yes, I have noticed.” I wasn’t overly concerned but thinking about it maybe Vanessa and Jenny have become lovers. I did recall that if Vanessa planned to have sex with a boy then she would get me to book an appointment with our family doctor. Maybe there is a boy on the scene who will be there and that’s what she wants to talk about. Time will tell I suppose.

“When we get back I will go for a run so you two can have some quiet time to talk,” Pete said, “then we could have take away food delivered and an early night.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

Vanessa was sitting in the family room watching TV when we arrived.

“Hi guys, how was the trip?” asked Vanessa.

“Really good,” I said, “ it looks like several more patents and maybe some royalties on the way.”

“Wow, I’m really impressed and pleased for you.”

“Lots or work for your mum though,” said Pete.

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll manage.” I replied with a chuckle.

“Is it ok about the car mum?”

“Of course I’m sorry we were not back earlier.”

“If it’s ok with you Jacosta, I’m going for a run,” said Pete.

“Ok, I will order some take away, any requests?”

“No, I will let you decide. See you tomorrow Vanessa, be back in about an hour,” he said to me. I sat down next to my daughter on the couch.

“Um, I may not be back until Sunday,” said Vanessa.

“Oh, ok will see you whenever,” Pete said and looked at me with eyebrows raised, then left. Vanessa in turn looked a little nervous.

“Mum there are some things you need to know or perhaps I would like to share with you.”

“I’m listening.” Lets sit down on the couch in the family room, it is more comfortable than these kitchen chairs. It also meant I could give her a cuddle if need be. I took her hand in mine and she squeezed back tightly. I felt a slight tremor as well. I worried it may be some health problem. She took a deep breath then said.

“Sandra, Jenny’s mum and I have become very close, intimate to be more accurate.” Holy shit, that came out of left field. I exhaled a big breath that I must have been holding. “I’m sorry this must be a shock to you and I don’t you want to be distressed by this and I wanted you to hear about it from me.”

“Surprised, yes but I am ok with it as long as it is what you want. Does Jenny know?”

“Yes she does and is also ok with it as well. I am also very happy with my relationship with her mother. Perhaps you should know that Jenny will not be home at the penthouse tonight.”

“Just you and Sandra, it will be nice to have time alone together.” Vanessa looked a little uncomfortable, I suspected there was more.

“Well actually no, Sandra has a boyfriend, he will be there too.” Thank goodness I was sitting down, Vanessa was visibly shaking now, I leaned over and gave her a cuddle whine my stunned brain processed all of this.

“So you have been involved with the man as well?”

“Well in part, but I haven’t gone all the way with him, yet, but I want to. So I was hoping you could get in touch with Wendy so I can get a pre***********ion for birth control.”

“Yes of course, I will phone her tonight so hopefully we can organise something as soon as possible. She will probably want to give you a physical though.”

“Yes I know and I’m ok with that.” I had a mild concern that she may have been pressured into this and wondered how I could broach the subject.

“Tell me about Sandra’s boyfriend, is he Sandra’s age or younger or older?” Her face became more relaxed immediately which I thought was a good sign.

“Oh he’s about Sandra’s age perhaps a little older, really good looking and a lot of fun to be around. I like him a lot and believe me I am involved with this because I really want to.

Initially he was very reluctant to do anything with me but Sandra and I had fantasised about him joining us when we made love, in the end it was me that said it was ok. I have also been present when they have had sex a couple of times and have been really turned on by it.”

“So is Jenny aware of your potential involvement with the boyfriend.”

“Yes, in fact she encouraged me to continue. You remember when I told you I had some friends who had sex with their boyfriends and didn’t enjoy it?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Well Jenny was one of them. Sandra had told Jenny that John, her boyfriend was an excellent lover even before I became involved. Jenny was adamant that my first time should be with and experienced man. Watching Sandra orgasm the first time I watched them together will be etched in my brain forever, I want that experience.”

“You have my full support with this and there is no way I will stand in your way. Secondly, I will keep this between ourselves as I suspect your father would not be so tolerant. However there is something I want you to be aware of.” She sat back in the couch and looked a little wary and did not comment so I continued.

“When I was your age, actually I was 19, I had an affair with a married woman who was twice your age.” Vanessa’s eyes widened with surprise. “The relationship lasted for over a year and I was heartbroken when it ended. It was a painful experience and I don’t want you to go through with that.” Vanessa was about to say something but I cut her off.

“I’m not saying don’t continue with the relationship with Sandra and John, in fact I would encourage it, just be aware that you could become more deeply involved than you intend.”

“Thank you, mum, I appreciate that. There is something else we need to talk about though and I’m very worried about how you are going to take this. Before I say anything I want to make it quite clear that I have never told anyone about what I am about to say now or in the future. I realise you will probable view this as none of my business but there is some method in my madness here.” What on earth can this be about, I wondered.

“Believe me, you have my full attention.” It was my turn to sit back and listen. She took a deep breath and looked me in the eye.

“I know about you and Pete,” That hit me like a thump in the back of my neck with a raft of terrible ramifications.

“I have actually heard and seen you together, I wasn’t spying, it was no doubt that you were not aware I was home and I accidently saw you in Pete’s bed.”

“Oh shit, you actually saw?” I couldn’t finish.

“Yes,” then she hastily added, “I’m ok with it and would not say anything except there is a developing complication that you are probably not aware of.”

“What sort of complication?” Waves of fear started to course through me.

“Jenny has the serious hots for Pete and quite frankly has been trying to seduce him with no success. Sandra has told her that he is probably gay but of course he isn’t. I only ask that you just listen to what I have to say, any decision you make is of course yours and I will respect that. Please just hear me out and I want to emphasise that I have no intention of interfering with your personal life, I’m just trying to help.

Jenny’s intuition is that Pete is not gay, that’s obvious with the way he secretly pervs on us and of yours what I have seen. Sandra actually agrees, about the gay bit, but I suspect is trying to spare Jenny some pain. By the way I don’t know if Sandra has guessed you are involved with Pete, she hasn’t said anything and I certainly haven’t.

Pete’s reluctance to be involved with Jenny only creates questions, in other words the obvious conclusion that, Pete has already got a girlfriend. For the record, she has sounded me out on that several times. My response has always been that I didn’t think so as he is painfully shy and he hasn’t mentioned anything to indicate there is someone.

That has worked for a while but Pete is a much more confident person now, especially after he became involved with you. Also if there is someone and he keeps that secret the obvious conclusion is that his relationship is illicit in some way. Eventually Jenny will come to the conclusion he has a girlfriend, and by a process of elimination the focus will start to centre on you.

I know you may think you have hidden your affair but in all honesty you only have to be around you and Pete to see there is something going on between you. Jenny will work that out in time and she is so smitten that she will probably let something slip and the secret will be out. Oh I might mention that dad does not have a clue. Enough said on that.

I am aware you and Pete may be in love, or perhaps just infatuated with each other, or both, either way I am very pleased for you and the last thing I want is to jeopardise that. I love you mum and I want you to be happy but there are dark clouds on the horizon that only you and Pete can address.”

“What do you suggest?”

“The obvious would be to encourage Pete to succumb to Jenny’s advances. He has the nature to give in to seduction,” she assumes I seduced him! But, of course this creates a whole raft of new problems. The other factor that needs to be considered is that Pete will not be here in the long term unless something significant happens to change his inevitable return to Victoria.

As you know border restrictions for the Covid virus have already eased and in all probability will continue to do so. I’m sure there will be pressure on Pete to return to the company headquarters in Melbourne, he is too valuable to leave in the relative backwater of Adelaide. Aside from personal attachments there’s not much keeping him here. Well that’s my take on this for what it’s worth.”

I whole body shook, The wall around my comfort zone shattered and I could not think clearly. It was also quite disconcerting how remarkably accurate she was with her observations and summation of the situation.

“I know this must be a lot to absorb and it will take time,” she continued and I know you and Pete will have a lot to talk about so I will leave you now and get going.” She gave me a hug, tears flowed freely from both of us.

“Thank you for being a wonderful, caring daughter,’ I said wiping my eyes, “before you go I have something for you, I won’t be a minute.” When I came back from my bedroom I gave her my remaining supply of morning after contraception.

“I’m on regular contraception medication so don’t need these now. Wendy gave them to me when I first started to be close to Pete and I was worried I would get carried away if you know what I mean.”

“Oh mum, thank you so much.” She gave me another hug and kissed me in the lips, briefly.

“You had better get going, your lovers are waiting for you, I hope all goes very well. Drive carefully.”

“See you on Sunday mum,” she called as she went out the door. I ***********ed a bottle of wine and poured myself a class. It wasn’t until on my second that I had recovered enough to make the take away order.

Although we had discussed the idea of introducing other lovers into our relationship I assumed it would be in the same bed or similar, with both of us present. What I wasn’t prepared for was Pete having sex with someone else on a regular basis without me. I wondered how long our affair would last. I sat down on the couch, just stared into space and waited for Pete.

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