0 comments/ 23933 views/ 1 favorites Pierced Guy Ch. 01 By: PiercedGuy It's amazing what can happen when you least expect it. In fact, it's probably because you least expect some things that they amaze you. Enough with the philosophizing. About a month ago, a business friend, Sandra, and I were discussing some recent decisions made by the management of our company (In other words we were bitching. Bitching eloquently I might add, but bitching nonetheless). Sandra, my well-endowed (all natural according to her) friend of nearly ten years with reddish blonde hair, blue eyes and the smile of a Hollywood actress, is a product of the wild 60s and I am a product of the less wild 70s. We constantly tease each other about sexual things, but mostly had done so flirtatiously. We've never gone into much personal detail regarding sex, so it surprised me when she said that her husband wasn't "the man she married" and then cleared up any misunderstanding I might have by flatly stating he was having trouble "getting it up." She then really stunned me by saying that she had over thirty sex partners during her life - mostly during her college years and that she'd come (no pun intended) to expect a certain level of performance in the sex department. To look at her today you'd never guess she has such a wild past. Despite being extremely attractive, she is ever the image of conservative business professionalism and never dresses in a provocative fashion. She never even swears. Talk about a real life example of “having to watch the quiet ones.” If she had told me she was in a convent until she was twenty-five, I would have believed her up to this point. Anyway, being a typical (horny) male, I asked her if she had ever had sex with more than one person at a time. She said she hadn't and really never wanted to. She said she preferred to be the sole object of her partner's attention. Then she turned the tables and asked me if I had ever had multiple sex partners simultaneously. I wasn't really ready for the question. Things were moving a bit too fast and I was far more interested in finding out about her sex life than talking about mine. Just being male again. Anyway, I hesitated and stuttered something stupid like "not really." But Sandra's certainly no fool and quickly realized that "not really" is probably the most bizarre answer anyone could give to that particular question. So, she asked the obvious next question while laughing so hard she could barely say it, "What does ‘not really’ mean?" I said I didn't want to talk about it and expressed my strong desire to further discuss her sex life. She then started teasing me about being very red-faced. (OK, so I blush easily. Big deal). She then said If I didn't explain the "not really" comment, she wouldn't discuss her sex life with me any more. Talk about a tough negotiator. I caved in immediately. I told her the "not really" comment was because I didn't actually have "sex" with the women involved. She asked me to go on... Here's what I told Sandra: It all happened about twenty years ago when I first began dating a nurse (Note to the guys reading this: As an occupational group, nurses are the kinkiest women around. The stuff other women think is shocking, nurses think is tame. Plus, nurses have all studied anatomy. More on why this is important later.) named Robin. At the time I began seeing her, she was twenty-three (so was I), 5’7” tall and weighed about 120 pounds. She also had light brown hair and blue eyes. Throughout her high school and college years, she was very involved in sports and therefore looked both athletic and feminine at the same time. We were introduced by a mutual friend who knew we were both “available” and were looking for a relationship. We got along well and saw each other quite often. Robin had a great sense of humor (Her favorite joke which she told over and over and over: Q: What animal wants sex ten times a day? A: A normal human male) and was easy to spend time with. Despite my attraction to her, I never attempted anything more with her than a “good night” kiss. I was enjoying the relationship, but began to think of it as platonic rather than romantic and was about to start looking around again for something a bit more promising. About two months after we started dating, Robin and I got into our first argument. I had eaten lunch at her apartment while she was at work and left the dirty dishes in the sink. When she came home she made it quite clear that "such behavior was unacceptable." She actually used those words. I felt like I was back in grade school. I got a little pissed and blew her off saying it wasn't important. She went somewhat nuts and said if I was going to spend time at her apartment, then I needed to "obey certain rules." Since I had no real emotional investment in the relationship at this point, I started becoming very irritated, began raising my voice and told her the only time I'd ever obey her stupid rules is if “I lost a fucking bet.” I was prepared to walk out when she said "do you really want to bet?" I said "What are we betting on?" She responded that if I won, she would do what I wanted for a day and if she won, I would do what she wanted. It was clear from the context of the "discussion" that what she had in mind was house cleaning. What I had in my diseased little mind, on the other hand, was the beginning of a great sexual relationship. Robin then went to her bedroom and came back with two dice, which she said she picked up on a recent trip to Las Vegas. She said she was going to roll one of the dice and stated if the die was three or less, she won and if it were four or higher, I won. Fair enough, I thought. So she rolled one of the die and then fortune smiled on me. As the die rolled across the kitchen table it came to rest on a fork and appeared to stop with the "six" showing face up. Since the die was somewhat uneven as it rested against the fork, she said she wanted to roll again. She said it wasn’t a true “roll of the die.“ I told her there was no need to roll again - I was happy with the result and told her she had to "obey certain rules" (e.g., four or more I win) which she set up at the beginning of the bet. I also brilliantly noted that we hadn’t agreed to a rule governing what happened if the die ended up cockeyed on a fork. While unhappy about the outcome, she agreed. Then she asked me what I wanted her to do, correctly noting that my apartment was a rich environment for "cleaning opportunities." I said I didn't want my apartment cleaned. She said, "but that's what we agreed to." I told her what we agreed to was that the loser would do what the winner wanted for a day. She protested that she meant "housecleaning." I told her I had a great number of ideas and housecleaning wasn't one of them. From the look on her face it was clear she now comprehended her predicament. She immediately started saying "No, No, No. Oh God, No Way!!!" I responded very calmly, "Well that's what we bet. You only seem to like rules if they work to your advantage, huh." Then she just looked down and said "Ok, but only on the condition we get to bet again after you have your day. I want a chance to win." The request seemed reasonable and my dick was harder than a steel girder, so I agreed. Only later would I realize that even in her rather desperate situation, she had just planted the seed for revenge. And housecleaning was no longer on her mind. I then set the “day” as the following Saturday (it was Thursday when we made the bet) at noon to Sunday at noon. I told her I'd be there right at noon and I wanted her to be showered and dressed in something “loose and comfortable” that she wouldn’t mind being seen in public wearing I told her not to worry about a bra or underwear. I told her they wouldn’t be necessary. All day Friday, she tried to get me to talk about my plans, but I just told her to be ready at noon. In the meantime, I made sure I had plenty of film for my Polaroid camera (Note to those less than 35ish: a Polaroid was the best we had in those pre-digital camera days for taking “private“ photos) and also stopped by the local adult bookstore for some toys. On Saturday at noon, I went to her apartment and asked if she was ready. She said she was and asked where we were going. I ignored her and said, “Raise your dress over your hips. I want to make sure you’re ready and I want to get a picture.” She stared at me and the camera in stunned silence and said “What? We didn’t say anything about pictures. I never agreed to that! My God, if anyone saw those pictures, I could be ruined professionally.“ I responded that “You never agreed to anything other than doing what you were told for the day. So, shut up and do what you’re told. Remember, you have to obey certain rules ” For the first time, I saw pure humiliation in her face. Despite her obvious discomfort, she slowly raised the dress above her hips revealing her very neatly trimmed pussy. Since she was still standing, I couldn‘t get a very good look at her slit and told her to sit down in a chair. She dropped her dress and sat in her overstuffed living room chair. I told her to raise her dress again and put one leg over each arm of the chair so I could fully enjoy her humiliation. Without saying anything, she did what I asked and now sat before me completely exposed from the waist down. In addition to being trimmed, her pubic hair was sparse and light brown, so I had a good view of her pussy and asshole. I could tell she was starting to get excited because her lips were getting moist and her clit was starting to peek out from under the hood. When the flash went off for the first picture, all she said was “I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so embarrassed. ” Not wanting to waste time, I told her to spread her lips apart so I could get a good view of her pussy. She ran her hands down the inside of her thighs and spread her pussy lips as wide as she could. I noticed that her tulip-shaped lips were unusually large (While not part of this story, I’d also learn later they were very sensitive and she loved to have them licked) and her pink pussy was now very wet. Apparently she just couldn’t stop herself from becoming excited. So, I took a few more pictures and told her to play with herself. By now she was so horny she was starting not to care what she did and began rubbing her pussy as though I wasn’t there. At first she just rubbed the outside of her pussy very gently, but then she began to move her right hand in way that focused mostly on her clit. She started rubbing harder and began to breathe erratically and arch her hips. She was obviously doing her best to get off quickly while I wanted to enjoy the show a bit longer. I told her to stop masturbating and put her hands over her head. I must have caught her just short of orgasm because she let out a very frustrated whimper when she pulled her hands away. Plus, I could clearly see that her clit had now fully emerged from its hood. She must have been very close indeed. As she sat there in frustration, I told her to unbutton the top to the dress. As I took a few more pictures, she gradually opened her top to reveal (as I learned later) her 34C breasts. To say they were beautiful is an understatement. Not the largest I’ve seen, but they were perfectly formed and were topped with two very excited 1/2” long nipples (in addition to being sexually aroused, the coolness of the apartment was helping in the “nipple department“). She was now completely exposed and didn’t seem to care anymore. She asked if I liked what I saw and I told her she was perfect. She replied, “I might be perfect, but what I really am is horny as hell. Are you going to come over here and take care of business?” I responded, “Not yet. We still have all day.“ I told her to fix her dress and get ready to go for a ride. When she realized an orgasm wasn’t in her immediate future, the look on her face went from horny to frustrated almost instantly. Nevertheless, she was getting better at playing by the rules and began buttoning her dress. As we walked out to the car, she became even more interested in what I had in mind. I don’t think she ever thought our little bet would end up with her being outside wearing a dress with nothing on underneath, so she was now starting to look very anxious. My plan was to take her to a nearby river and have a picnic (with a little sex at some point) in an isolated area I knew about. I had fished there with friends many times and had never seen another soul. The river current in that area was so swift it discouraged any kind of boating or swimming and the land approach was somewhat rocky which tended to keep all but the most dedicated fishermen away. I thought of it as my little secret. I talked very little during the thirty minute drive to the river except to tell her that we were going to have a picnic at a special little place I knew. When we arrived at the dirt turnout that marked the head of the trail to the river, I noticed there were no other cars (as usual) and then I grabbed all the essentials - blanket, picnic basket, camera, and “toys” - and told her to follow me. It took about fifteen minutes to get down to the rocks near the river. I found a nice open area that was sunny and also had a view about 50 yards back up the trail. I figured that if someone were to interrupt us, they’d have to come down the trail. Being able to see them 50 yards away should give us plenty of time to make ourselves decent. The last thing I needed was a family with young kids barging in on us. An indecent exposure charge would definitely ruin the day. As I spread out the blanket and laid out the contents of the picnic basket, I told Robin to remove her dress and shoes. She looked around apprehensively, but said nothing as she took off the dress. To this day, there is nothing more beautiful to me than Robin standing nude in the sunshine on the bank of that river. She was truly awe-inspiring. I then told her to sit down and we’d eat. She continued to look around nervously, but after about fifteen minutes she began to realize this place was very isolated and it was unlikely we would have any unexpected visitors. The food was typical picnic fare - cheese, crackers, chicken, potato salad, and wine. We were enjoying the warmth of the day. In fact, it was getting so warm, I removed my shirt telling her if she was topless, I would be too. Not seeing the humor in my remark, she frowned and stuck her tongue out at me. As we finished our meal, I told her I wanted to take some more photos of her. By now, she had pretty much lost her inhibitions and just asked me how I wanted her to pose. I took a few pictures of her on the rocks and again marvelled at the beauty of her body. As she stretched out, I first took some artistic shots of the sun on her breasts and bottom. She seemed to start to enjoy posing and told me it was making her horny. I told her to go back to the blanket and I’d take some more shots of her after she checked what was in the “toy bag.” She reached in the bag and pulled out the toys I had purchased - a 7” dildo, a vibrator, and a vibrating butt plug along with some lubricant. I told her it was up to her how she used the toys, but I wanted to watch while she used them all. She was blushing again, but I think she was too horny to care. She made a feeble argument about it only “being fair” that I remove my clothes as well. She said she didn’t like being the only one nude and said she wanted to get a look at was causing the front of my pants to bulge. All I said was “maybe later” and told her to get busy with the toys. She laid back on the blanket and rested her head on her dress. She slowly opened her legs and started masturbating with her fingers. She gently stroked the outside of her entire pussy and then started putting the fingers of her right hand deep inside herself. With her left hand, she started rubbing her clit. It was obvious she had done this before. She was very good at it. Her pussy was now very wet and I could hear the squishing sounds as she finger-fucked herself. Before she got too far along, I reminded her that I wanted to see her use the toys. Keeping her right hand in her pussy, she reached over and picked the dildo. Using both hands, she gradually worked the dildo all the way into herself and then began running the vibrator over her clit. Now she began pumping the dildo into herself so fast it was a blur. I got some really great, but blurry, pictures of the action. Suddenly, her back arched and she let out a very loud groan as she came. Her hips fell back to the blanket and she she let the dildo fall out of her. The look on her face was one of pure sexual satisfaction and release. Without even knowing she was doing it, she continued to gently rub the outside of her pussy and kept her legs open. With her modesty now abandoned, I reminded her that she had one toy left - the anal vibrator - and I expected her to use it. Being a true gentleman, I told her I would help her if she needed assistance. I asked her to get up on all fours with her ass pointed at me. She rolled over, got up on all fours and put her ass about a foot from my face. In addition to having a great view, I could also smell the scent of her arousal. Her pussy lips were still distended and she looked ready for just about anything sexual. I began by putting some of the lubricant on her asshole and gradually working it into her with my fingers. She started to push back against my hand and was obviously enjoying the feel of my fingers in her anus. Thinking she was enjoying this too much for someone who hadn’t done it before, I asked her if she had ever had anal sex. All she admitted to was that her first boyfriend had gently penetrated her anally with a finger during oral sex and intercourse. At first, she was uncomfortable with the feeling, but grew to enjoy it. She said the relationship ended before it progresssed to anal intercourse. I then removed my fingers and inserted the vibrator. It wasn’t very long or thick, but it took me a minute or so to work it into her. When she finally relaxed I turned it on and held it in place with my right hand. I then took the thumb of my left hand and put it in her pussy while placing my palm and fingers over the “v” formed by her pubic hair. This allowed her to grind her pubic bone and clit hard against the crook of my hand between the thumb and index finger. All I heard from her was a constant throaty moaning as she rocked against my hand. Just as she was on the verge of orgasm, a voice from behind me said “is everything all right over there?” As the adrenaline shot through me, I fell over backwards with me eyes still on Robin. Poor Robin heard the voice the same time I did and, in one of the most impressive feats of athletic ability I have ever seen, shot four feet straight into the air while grabbing the blanket. She landed on her butt with the blanket wrapped around her from head to toe. I couldn’t see her face, but a little voice from inside the blanket said, “Oh, no. I can’t believe this. I can see the headlines now - ‘Local nurse arrested on indecent exposure charge also had a vibrator in her ass when found.’ God, this will either get me fired or have every guy in the county hitting on me.“ As Robin tried to become part of the blanket, I turned to see a fisherman who had as shocked an expression on his face as I must have had on mine. I told him everything was fine and we were just getting ready to leave. From under the blanket came the little voice again - “Yep, just getting ready to leave.” Then I looked at the fisherman again (his name I would soon find out was “Mike“) and asked him how he managed to get to us (I had watched the trail and was sure he didn’t come from there). He said he came along the rocks by the river. All I could think was this guy must have been part mountain goat. There was no discernible trail in either direction and in many places there was a sheer rock wall down to the river. He said he had been fishing down river and heard moaning. Thinking someone was injured, he went “boulder jumping” along the river until he reached us. Since it was now obvious to him no one was injured, he asked if I knew I was on private land (his, it turns out). I told him my buddies and I had fished here many times before and believed the land was county property. He assured me the land was his and asked if I intended to leave soon. I said my girlfriend and I would leave immediately. He responded there was “no rush” which prompted the blanket to speak once again - “Oh no.” Pierced Guy Ch. 01 At this point, things started to get even more awkward. In addition to the obviously weird sight of a woman talking through a blanket over her head, the vibrators and dildo were in plain view. Clearly, something sexual was going on. Even clearer was the fact Robin and I were still in a bad place from a trespassing and indecent exposure standpoint. Then the comforting, but absurd, notion ran through my mind that Mike’s didn’t know what Robin looked like - other than to say she had a nice ass with a vibrator in it. I could just see the police asking Mike for a description of the naked female trespasser. “Well, officer, at first she had a vibrator in her ass and then she had a blanket over her head.” Cops must live to write reports like that. Anyway, the awkwardness of the moment was about to end in an unforseeable way. A lttle creepy-crawly thing (I think it was a salamander), sought refuge in the blanket with Robin. As it ran over her foot she jumped up screaming and threw the blanket almost into the water. Now completely nude, she turned around and frantically grabbed her dress. In her zeal to put it on, she put her leg through the sleeve and basically tore the dress in half. It was now useless shreds. Then she realized that the blanket - her only other chance for covering herself - was down by the water and she’d have to walk by both Mike and me to retrieve it. She gave up any attempt at modesty. As she turned to say hello to Mike, she made no attempt to cover herself. From the smile on his face, I could tell we were past any problem with an indecent exposure or trespassing charge. He was content to enjoy the show. Robin then went down by the river’s edge and brought back the wet and muddy blanket. Since there wasn’t much she could do with a cold and dirty blanket, she stretched out on a rock in the sun allowing Mike and me a great view of everything she had to offer. As I looked at Mike, I noticed that he seemed to look older than when I first saw him. When I asked him how old he was, I was shocked when he said “sixty-three.” Robin heard his response and mumbled something about “flashing someone old enough to be her granddad.“ She was unhappy, but still gloriously naked. Since no one was making any moves to leave, I started explaining to Mike what Robin and I were doing. I told him about Robin losing the bet and how I selected the place by the river (because we‘d never be seen!!!). He listened intently while occasionally checking out Robin’s display on the nearby rock. Since Mike seemed like a nice guy and didn’t appear to be a threat to us, I asked him if he’d like to stay while Robin and I finished what we were doing. Both Mike’s and Robin’s eye lit up at exactly the same time (for completely different reasons obviously) and then they simulatneously said “you can’t be serious.” Mike was grinning again while the look on Robin’s face would best be described as “stupefied shock.” Robin then started calling us both perverts and said we needed psychiatric help. I took great enjoyment in pointing out to her that while Mike and I might be perverts, she was the one who was nude in the great outdoors in front of a man she had just met. Poor Robin, it’s really tough to make a convincing “pervert” argument when you’re the only one naked. Robin was also blushing again, although I don’t know if it was from anger or embarrassment. Unfortunately for her, when she blushes, the redness travels all the way down from her face to the top of her shoulders then to her breasts. Her nipples also get extremely hard when she blushes and were now erect and looked like little bullets. When she saw that both Mike and I were staring at her nipples, she quickly put her hands over them and said she wanted to leave now. I reminded her that our day wasn’t over and that I wanted her to entertain Mike and me for a little while. I told her to pick up her toys and get herself off. Mike, who hadn’t said much of anything before now, said he’d just prefer it if she masturbated with her fingers. He said there was nothing he liked more than to watch a woman masturbate with just her own hands. Robin leaned back on the rock, spread her legs and started once again to stroke her kitty. Mike moved so he was about a foot away so he could get a better look. His sudden move startled Robin. Seeing the concern in her face, he said “Don’t worry, I don’t want to do anything but look.” She relaxed a bit and started stroking again. As she got more and more into it, her legs opened further giving Mike a close-up of her wet pink hole and her engorged clit. As promised, he never made a move to touch her and sat perfectly still as Robin frigged herself to at least two orgasms. When she was done he thanked us both and said he had to be going. Since the best way out was the trail, I asked him if he’d walk with us and he agreed. Just before starting out, Mike said his wife had died two years before and he hadn’t had sex with a woman since. While his experience with Robin didn’t count as “sex,” he said he’d enjoy the memories for years to come. He briefly looked at the picnic basket and caught a glimpse of the Polaroid camera. He asked Robin if I had taken any pictures of her. She said I had. Thinking that he might want one, she asked if he’d like to look at them. Mike said he’d like to take a picture of his own and produced a camera from his fishing vest (I thought it was strange for him to carry a camera in a fishing vest, but he explained he usually released the fish he caught after taking pictures of them. This sounded too odd to not be true.). The request caught Robin unprepared. Just a few hours earlier she had expressed doubt about having nudes taken of her by a Polaroid. Now a stranger was asking her to pose nude using film that would have to be developed. While she didn’t seem unwilling to pose for him, she wanted assurance that no one other than the three of us would ever know she was the person in the pictures. Mike told her he’d never share the pictures with anyone and just wanted a memento of a wonderful afternoon. So, Robin pulled her hair down and put on Mike’s hat and sunglasses in an attempt to disguise herself. Robin then let Mike take a number of tasteful nudes of her while carefully turning her head from the camera. Mike then asked for a couple of explicit close-ups. Robin responded by laying down and spreading her legs to let Mike take some shots of her pussy. On his direction, she brought her knees to her chest and spread her legs as far as they would go giving Mike a great view deep inside of her and giving him a good look at her crinkled anus. He then asked her to pose on all fours so he could get a picture of “how she looked when they first met” (Mike has quite a sense of humor). He then asked if she’d let him take one more picture of her. Since he had already taken some explicit shots, I couldn’t imagine what else he had in mind. I saw the same look of confusion in Robin’s face. Finally, she spoke up and said “what kind of picture?” He said he wanted a picture of her peeing. Robin hesitated for a moment before surprising both Mike and me by saying “ok.” They walked over to a nearby boulder and Robin stood upright with her back to it. Mike asked her to open her legs slightly and use her hands to spread her pussy lips. He said he wanted an unobstructed close-up view. Once she was set, Mike told her to start peeing. At first Robin couldn’t do it. She said she had never peed in front of anyone before and certainly hadn’t let anyone take pictures of it. After a few seconds, the urine started to flow and Mike got three of four good pictures of it. As the flow stopped Robin quickly brought her hand to her clit and rubbed it hard for about five seconds bringing herself to a violent orgasm. All she could say was “I can’t believe how hot it made me letting you guys watch me pee.“ Mike was quite content with how things had turned out. With Robin still naked, Mike hiked with us back to our car at which point he again thanked us and reassured Robin the pictures would never be seen by anyone but him (and whoever developed them I guess). After giving her a hug and shaking my hand, he turned and walked down the road. As I looked at Robin, she asked if I had anything else planned for the rest of the day. I said “no” and also told her that most of what happened wasn’t what I had planned. She just smiled and got in the car still naked. When we arrived back at her apartment, I went in first and brought back some decent clothes for her to get dressed in before exiting the car. As we entered the apartment, she grabbed me by the crotch and said she was going to “fuck my brains out.” She did a pretty good job of it, too, but the sex seemed mild compared to what had just happened. At noon the next day, she asked if I wanted to bet again. I said I really didn’t think that would be necessary. But she reminded me of my promise, so I relented. We rolled the die again and this time she won. When I asked her what she wanted me to do, all she did was smile and say “you’ll see...” Because I was so focused on telling the story, I really hadn’t paid much attention to Sandra. When I looked up at her, she was staring at me with a huge grin on her face. When I asked what was wrong all she’d say was “you are definitely a very bad boy.” She said that for all her experience, she had never done anything as bold as what I had just described. While I like Sandra and enjoy her company, I had no desire to encourage any kind of sexual or romantic relationship with. Her position in the organization makes it likely I’d end up looking for work elsewhere if things went wrong. I realized I had probably talked too much and was desperately looking for a diplomatic way out, so I looked quickly at my watch and said I was late for a meeting. Since going to meetings seems to be the major activity of our organization, the excuse was plausible. As I rose to leave, she said “The story doesn’t really seem to be about a threesome is that why you said ’not really’’ when I asked the question?” I said no - the closest I ever came to a threesome was when Robin got her revenge. I just told you this part of the story because I wanted you to know how it all came together. Sandra looked at me and said “Make sure you come back and tell me the rest. I’ve really enjoyed it so far.” To Be Continued... Pierced Guy Ch. 03 About two years ago, a life-long friend of mine, Dirk, called to let me know that he had accepted a promotion to a national vice presidency from his company and would soon be moving permanently to Dallas, Texas - about 1300 miles away. At the age of 41, Dirk finally received the professional opportunity of a lifetime. After nearly 15 years as a commercial real estate attorney, his hard work had paid off. His compensation package would more than quadruple his current salary, plus provide an incredible number of perks. I knew Dirk had always wanted, and relentlessly pursued, such a position, so I wasn’t surprised he finally achieved it. What did surprise me, however, is that he had called me to ask if he and his wife, Darcey, could stay at my place for about three months while they made their final move preparations. What struck me as odd about this request is that Dirk and I, despite having known each other since grade school, had grown apart since graduating from college. We were simply in different social classes now. Dirk and Darcey had slowly moved up to become a local “power couple” and lived a much different life than I could afford on my mid-level manager’s salary for a local printing firm. Another odd aspect of the request was that Dirk’s firm was willing to pay any relocation costs, so they could have stayed at the nicest hotel in the city and charged it to the company. When I finally asked why he wanted to stay with me he said he knew he would have to spend a great deal of time in Dallas almost immediately and he didn’t like the idea of Darcey being alone in a hotel room for weeks at a time, plus he said he wanted to renew our friendship. When I asked him why they just didn’t leave for Dallas now, he said Darcey was very loyal to the company she worked for and didn’t want to leave it until a new IT installation project she had worked on for nearly a year was successfully “rolled-out.“ The final odd aspect of his request is that I didn’t know Darcey very well and had no reason to believe she‘d be comfortable living in my house if Dirk wasn't there. Throughout high school and college, Dirk seemed to be dating the same woman over and over. No matter what her name was, she was always blond, blue-eyed, slender, well-endowed, sexually compliant, IQ-challenged and spectacularly good-looking. Dirk had been the captain of our high school football team. He was a 6’3” 225 lb. linebacker and seemed to have a new girlfriend every month. I spent much of my high school and college years “getting lucky” just because I was a friend of Dirk’s. Darcey, on the other hand, was a brown-eyed brunette who, while as slender as many of his previous girlfriends, appeared to be average in the chest department and who also never wore clothes or make-up in a way the emphasized her femininity. She was also extremely smart - much smarter than anyone he had ever dated before. About ten or eleven years ago, he shocked me when he said they were getting married. Despite not knowing Darcey well, I had still concluded she wasn’t Dirk’s type and couldn‘t figure out what had attracted him to her. I attended the wedding and then we started going our separate ways. I didn’t hear from them often, so when they sold their house and moved in with me, I anticipated getting along with them would be a challenge. I needn’t have worried. As he expected, Dirk was immediately called to Dallas and would ultimately end up spending almost no time living at my house. Darcey worked long hours - frequently leaving the house before five in the morning and returning after seven in the evening. I, on the other hand, worked a noon to eight o’clock shift and rarely came home before 9:30. Darcey was almost always asleep before I got home and gone before I awoke, so I rarely talked to or even saw her. I had set up a small home office mostly to check e-mails and various production schedules before going to work. It usually only took me about fifteen minutes and I found it a big help to know what was going on before I got to work. I thought it was always good to know what kind of shitstorm you were heading into before it hit you in the face. About a week after Darcey moved in, the computer I used to connect to the office died, so I had to send it out to be serviced. I noticed that Darcey had moved a computer into her bedroom, so I left her a note asking her if I could use hers while mine was being repaired. She said “fine” and left me the log-on instructions. The next morning, I logged on and quickly checked the e-mail before leaving for work. As I glanced around Darcey’s room, I noticed that there wasn’t a thing out of place. I guess Darcey was a “neat freak” - the bed was made and everything was picked up. The room looked far better with her living in it than it did before she moved in. About 3:00 the next morning, I could hear the phone ring in her room, then I heard the shower come on followed by a gentle knocking on my door. Darcey told me there was an emergency at work and she was leaving right away. She also said she might be home late that night and was letting me know all this so I wouldn‘t be concerned if she was still gone when I returned from work. I thanked her and immediately went back to bed. 3:00 a.m. was just a little too early for anything else but sleeping. As I had done the day before, I went into Darcey’s room to log-on and check my e-mails and production schedules. Unlike the previous day, Darcey’s room was a bit of a disaster. The emergency nature of the call meant that she didn’t have time to “tidy-up,” so things were strewn everywhere. Right in the middle of the floor - and blocking my path to the computer - was Darcey’s nightshirt and panties. While I love to eat pussy, I don’t have a panty fetish. I also had never thought of Darcey in a sexual way - for a variety of reasons, she didn’t really turn me on that much. Nevertheless, when you see a pair of freshly worn panties, you can’t help but start thinking what was just in them. Another thing that caught my interest is that the panties didn’t look like anything Darcey would wear. Her ultra-conservative business suits made me assume that she wore ultra-conservative underwear - white cotton bras and panties, for example. But these panties were light purple and looked more like lingerie. Very sexy. As my dick started to stir, a whole lot of sexual thoughts started jumping into my head. The thought that won out was “I wonder what else there is in this room that might interest me?” Since the panties are what got me started, I decided to check out her panty drawer first. Imagine my surprise when I opened the drawer and found that Darcey didn’t have even one pair of “white cotton” - all her panties were colorful and sexy. The drawer she kept her bras in revealed the same color scheme - Darcey had damn near every color bra but a white one. Wow. This was very strange. She was clearly living a secret - and colorful - life under her clothes. Now I was really intrigued. The next stop was he nightstand near her bed. As I opened the top drawer, I found most of the usual things - tissues and some of the soft core romance novels women seem to love. In the back of the bottom drawer, however, I struck paydirt. Darcey had a variety of toys in a make-up case. Among them were a small egg-shaped vibrator, a thick, black 7” rubber cock and a medium-sized anal vibrator. I also found what looked like small battery store in a brown bag. Looked like she didn’t want any unexpected power outages. I couldn’t believe what I had just found. I suppose I should have been a bit upset with myself for snooping, but I couldn’t get over the fact she seemed to be living a bit of a secret life. I was having a difficult time reconciling the toys, bras and underwear with the non-sexual vibes she had always given off. To meet her, you’d swear she wasn’t interested in sex. I put the vibrators back in the drawer and continued my voyeuristic snooping. This was getting to be fun. In the back of the closet, I found a black overnight case and searched the contents. It was definitely a camera bag. When I finally pulled it out into the light, I saw about a half dozen digital cameras. I could think of no reason why anyone had that may digital cameras unless they were constantly trying to upgrade to the newest technology. I also couldn’t imagine why anyone would put so much money into cameras if they weren’t going to use them, so I thought there must be some pictures somewhere in the room. After a fairly thorough search of the room, I didn’t find anything else of interest nor did I find any pictures. Once I logged on to the computer, I decided to look through some of Darcey’s files to see if she had uploaded any of the digital camera photos to her computer. I knew the Dirk and Darcey took frequent trips to the Caribbean and Bahamas - sometimes as often as twice a year (nothing like being rich and childless). I thought I might catch a photo of Darcey in some sexy bathing suit. If the suit was half as sexy as her underwear, this could be fun. It didn’t take long to find and open the photo files. They all appeared to be named for the places they had been and the year they had been there - Jamaica 2000, St. Lucia 1999, St. John 1998, Cancun 1998, etc. Knowing that Jamaica could be a wild place, I opened that file first. As the thumbnails popped up, I started clicking on them to enlarge the view. The first few pictures were of Darcey laying face down in a bikini on a lounge chair. She had on a bright yellow bottom that didn’t quite qualify as a thong, but was very close. For a 38 year old woman, she had a very firm butt - and it appeared to be well tanned. The top of the suit was missing and her back was also very tanned - with no visible tan lines. I clicked through a number of pictures hoping to find something more interesting, but didn’t find anything more revealing than the first. In some of the pictures, the sides of her breasts were showing and appeared to be tanned as well. I was certain she had sunbathed topless, but there were no pictures to prove it. As I was preparing to close the folder, a last picture caught my attention. As I opened it, it appeared to be a photo of Dirk and Darcey at a very dressy dinner party on the beach of the resort. I was stunned to see Darcey dressed to kill and looking like a Hollywood actress on Oscar Night. Her hair, bright nails and make-up were perfect and she had an incredibly beautiful smile. Not only had I never seen her look that good, I wouldn’t have even guessed she could. A final shock is that the top of the dress appeared to be see-through and she was not wearing a bra. The lighting in the picture made it hard to see her nipples, but it was obvious the guests at the party would have had an unobstructed view. I really couldn’t believe what I had just seen. My good friend and his wife definitely had a bit of a wild side. I wouldn’t have thought she’d wear a see-through dress in public (even in Jamaica). I looked through a few of the other vacation files, but didn’t find anything more risque than what I found in the Jamaica files. Many of the shots showed her in skimpy suits and revealing dresses, but none showed her topless or nude. Thinking that I had seen all there was to see, I began to close out the files. As I did so, I came across a folder entitled “N Folder.” On a whim, I clicked it open and saw a sub-folder named “NJamaica 2000.” I found it odd they would have two separate Jamiaca 2000 folders, so I clicked on it. Bingo! There were all kinds of photos of Darcey nude and topless. All I could think of was that the “N” in the folder title stood for “nude.” These were definitely not the types of photos you wanted people to accidentally find. The first photograph seemed to be a follow-on shot to the one of Darcy in the yellow bikini bottom laying face down on the lounge chair. In this one, however, her bottoms were pushed down below her butt and her well-tanned and firm ass was on display. The next few pictures saw the bottoms come off completely (while she was still face down on the chair) and she was gradually opening her legs to expose her asshole and pussy (almost all the pictures were taken from the bottom of the lounge chair, so the view was perfect). The last few shots showed her gradually inserting the middle finger of her right hand into her asshole while some of the fingers with the bright red nails of her left hand were busy jerking her clit. In some of the pictures she turned her head to face the camera. The look of lust on her face, particularly in the shots where she had a finger in her ass, was overwhelming. There are probably millions of pictures on the Internet showing women masturbating just like Darcey was, but to be a voyeuristic trespasser seeing photos of a woman I know wantonly frigging herself on a Jamaican beach was a bit more than I could stand. It’s a whole new level of excitement when you know the person you’re looking at (and she has no idea you‘re doing it). My dick was so hard I could barely get it out of my pants. When I did, I immediately squirted all over the place. Damn, what a mess. I haven’t come that fast since I was about eighteen. After I calmed down a bit, I decided to look through some of the other folders. The more I looked through them, the more surprised I became. The pictures contained a common theme - the majority of them showed Darcey masturbating on various beaches. She was absolutely wanton. A few of the photos were of extreme close-ups of Darcey’s pussy. She seemed more than happy to spread her pussy wide open for the camera. In almost every picture her enlarged clit was peeking way out. In some of the pictures, She held her rather large inner lips open with her fingers in a way that made it look like a large pink butterfly had landed on her slit. She was definitely not shy. To wear the type of bathing suits she was wearing, Darcey had to keep her pussy will trimmed, so I enjoyed the close-cropped look around her pussy lips and the “mohawk” above her clit. She was definitely a woman who enjoyed the thrill of having her picture while playing with herself. In none of the pictures did she seem the least bit hesitant or embarrassed. She undoubtedly felt safe that no one would ever see these pictures. As I continued to look through some additional files, I got lucky again. As I opened one folder, a thumbnail popped up that looked like Darcey having intercourse (or so I thought). This was the first “fuck pic” I had seen - all the others were just nudes on the beach. As I enlarged the pic to get a closer look, I could tell the cock that was in Darcey was firmly planted in her ass, not her pussy. I immediately knew it didn’t belong to Dirk. The cock in the picture belonged to a black guy. Darcey’s face was visible in the picture and her mouth was open in a big “O..“ She was loving the ass-fucking. A few of the pictures showed her licking and sucking a cock. She was very talented and was able to “deep throat” without any trouble. The final few pictures showed cum spurting out of a black cock and hitting her face. She was eagerly licking it off with her tongue. She looked beautiful with a huge smile on her face and cum streaked all the way from her forehead to her chin. She looked like she was in heaven. None of the pictures showed the guys' faces. I had no idea who they were. It was getting late and I knew I was going to have to leave for work soon, but this was way too much fun, so I decided to see if there were any more files. I quickly located and opened one entitled “NMove 2001.” This one contained various photos of Darcey nude in the house they had just sold. I guess they took those just for “old times” sake. But as I looked through the remainder of the photos, I started laughing - Darcey was spread out nude on my bed with the black dildo I found in her nightstand firmly planted in her pussy. As always, she had a huge smile on her face. I was beginning to think the only time she smiled is when she had her legs open and something buried in her pussy. I couldn’t believe she had done that on my bed (I have no idea why I couldn’t believe it, I just couldn’t). I actually started to get upset until I realized that masturbating on someone’s bed is, most people would undoubtedly agree, a less serious offense than surfing uninvited through someone’s private explicit nude photo collection. Once again, though, I was in for a shock. Some of the photos contained close-ups of Darcey’s pussy. This time, however, her pussy was shaved clean - not just trimmed as they had been in the beach pictures. But what almost caused me to lose the grip on my cock was that stern, conservative, plain-dressing, quiet Darcey had a “hood ornament.“ Yes, dear readers, my friend’s wife had a clit hood piercing. Then, to top it all off, she had a tattoo slightly above and to the left of her pussy. It was a very brightly colored rose. Frankly, it looked great - artistically, it was very well done. I was so amazed by all of this, I had stopped stroking my shaft and was just staring in disbelief at the computer screen. Talk about a shock. Darcey was indeed full of surprises. For the next week or so, I continued to log on to Darcey’s computer and enjoy all she had to offer. I even copied some of the files on a CD for later transfer to my own computer. I didn’t even feel bad about doing so. The following Thursday morning I was in Darcey’s room butt naked, with my back to the door, stroking my manhood to ecstasy when all of a sudden I heard Darcey’s voice say, “Well, I was right. You have been enjoying yourself..” Caught in the worst possible position, I could think of nothing to say. I mindlessly swung the chair around to look at Darcey when I suddenly realized I still had my rapidly-shriveling cock in my hand. I tried to cover-up, but I wasn’t very successful. I quickly reached down on the floor to grab whatever I could to cover up when - you’re going to love this - I realized what I had grabbed was one of her pink bras. Putting it over my crotch, I was doing my best to look nonchalant. Ridiculous for sure, but in a dignified and nonchalant way. Darcey had said nothing after her first statement and had a blank look on her face. Then she started to speak “You had no right to violate my privacy. Why did you do this to me?“ I was stunned and felt awful. I could understand if she started yelling or calling me names. Instead, she just looked terribly hurt - almost emotionally wounded. I had never seen her -even briefly - look emotionally vulnerable. I was mortified. “Darcy, I’m sorry. It just happened. I...” She cut me off. “Things like this don’t ‘just happen.’ They happen because you want them to happen. You shouldn‘t have done it. It‘s a terrible thing to do to someone.” By now, my only vestige of modesty - the pink bra - had slipped off my cock and dropped back to the floor. Darcey began speaking again while eyeing my crotch. “Dirk and I have worked hard to get where we are in life. You’ve obviously discovered that we have somewhat of a secret sex life. We’ve limited out extra-marital activities to vacations and trips to places far from here to avoid running into anybody we know. We really can’t afford to have this part of our life publicly exposed.” (The way she was going with this, I started feeling like I was in a gangster movie and the bad guy was about to tell me - as much he hated to - that he was going have shoot me in the head and feed me to the fishes to keep me quiet.) “Darcey, there’s no way I’d ever tell anyone. I have nothing to gain by hurting you or Dirk.” She asked, “Did you copy any of the pictures?” I lied and said “no.” She said she didn’t believe I hadn’t copied the pics and also didn’t believe me that I’d keep my mouth shut. Therefore, she said she wanted some “insurance.“ Pierced Guy Ch. 03 I said what kind of “insurance?” She replied the kind that would make me look like an absolute fucking idiot if she ever needed it to. I couldn’t imagine what she had in mind and was scared shitless to find out. She told me to pick the bra back up off the floor and then went over to her panty drawer and pulled out a matching pair of pink panties. She told me to put them on. I resisted at first, but the look in her eyes told me she was serious, so I reluctantly put on her bra and panties. To say I looked ridiculous is an absurd understatement. Suddenly, she started taking pictures of me. My red face was a nice match to the pink outfit. She told me to lie down on the bed, which I did. Then she told me to pull my cock out of the panties and start masturbating while she took pictures. Despite my discomfort, I was starting to get turned on and did what she said. I don’t know how many shots she took of me jerking off, but it was (I thought) more than enough for “insurance purposes.” As I was getting close to cumming, she told me to stop and turn over. As I turned on my stomach, she pulled the panties down to expose my ass. As she straddled me to pull the panties down, she grabbed my left hand and quickly secured it with a handcuff to the headboard. I had no fucking idea where the cuff came from (bondage was not a theme in any of the pictures and I never came across cuffs while searching her room) and reflexively reached out with my right hand to try to free the left. I fell right into her trap - she simply reached out and snapped a cuff on my right hand, securing it to the handcuff on my left hand. Damn, she was quick. I didn’t like this game and voiced my now rock-solid opinion that I thought she had enough pictures for “insurance.” She said, “You’re right. I do. But the next pictures aren’t for insurance. They’re going to be revenge for violating my privacy.“ She reached into the lower drawer of the nightstand and pulled out the bag with the vibrators. She looked at me and said, “Yes, I know you were into these, too. When I came home one night, the drawer was open and I could tell the bag had been moved.” I lamely asked, “What are you going to do?” She responded, “Well, since you were curious enough to go looking for them and since you had a chance to see me using them in many of the pictures, I’ve decided that you’d like to try them out.” I tried to explain that I really had no interest in trying them out, but she was growing weary of our inane little conversation and turned to go into the bathroom. When she returned, she grabbed me by the hair and jerked my head back, as she did so my mouth popped open in shock and she stuffed something nearly down my throat. I could smell the unmistakable odor of pussy hitting my nose. Darcey told me that since I enjoyed looking at her pussy, maybe I’d like a sniff, too. She said she had taken them off (after making sure she stuffed them as far into her cunt as possible) while in the bathroom, so she was sure they were “fresh.” I could no longer talk, so I just grunted. The scent of pussy enveloped my head. I couldn’t breathe without getting a heavy dose of her odor. I kind of liked it and was re-thinking my reasons for not having a panty fetish. She told me to keep my head face down on the pillow. I felt a well-oiled finger quickly pushing into my ass. I tried to stop the invasion, but she told me she was going to ass-fuck me, so I better stop resisting. After working her finger in for a few minutes, she removed it and replace it with the anal vibrator. I had had only a few experiences with anal stimulation and didn‘t really care for it, but I decided this didn’t feel too bad. Then she pulled the vibe out and said “get ready.” It’s hard to get ready when you have no idea what you’re getting ready for, but I assumed it was going to be something memorable. Suddenly a very large object began invading my rectum. Darcey was trying to insert the 7” dildo. I doubt she got it in more than an inch before my resistance became so violent she withdrew it. She pulled her panties out of my mouth and just stared at me for a minute. She said, “Okay, I guess that‘s enough punishment. Besides, I got plenty of pictures of you with a vibrator in your ass. I’ll love looking at them every once in a while.” She uncuffed me and let me up. As she turned her back, I quickly grabbed the camera to take the card out, but she had already removed it. She wasn’t taking any chances. Smart woman. People who don’t like me sometimes call me stupid. My friends prefer to call me clueless. As I turned to go back to me room, a brief wave of cluelessness overcame me. Thinking Darcey’s “punishment” of me was over, I boldly asked whatever possessed her to get her pussy pierced and have a tattoo. Darcey shot back, “I’m not going to answer that question and you really have no business asking it. My piercing and tattoo are things you never even should have known about.” Then she looked at me and said, “Why don’t you just go get ready for work.” I went into my room to take a shower and get ready for work. While I was in the shower, I thought it might be a good time to “relieve” myself and began stroking my cock as fast as I could. Just as I started to cum, Darcey opened the door to the shower and watched as I groaned in orgasm and shot my load into the shower wall. Despite all that I had just been through, I felt embarrassed and tried to cover myself with a wash cloth. Darcey looked at me and a little grin shot across her face. “Good God,“ she said, “You are a horny little peeker, aren't you?.” Then she told me to call in sick after showering. She said I wasn’t going to work today - she had other plans for me. My company has a pretty liberal policy on taking sick leave on short notice, so it was no surprise, but a bit disappointing, when my boss quickly approved my absence over the phone. Darcey told me to wear some jeans with no underwear and be ready in fifteen minutes. While I was getting dressed, I heard her place a call on her cell phone. As she hung up, she said, “Okay, we’ll be there in an hour, then.” When I got in the car, I knew nothing about the trip other than we’d probably be there in an hour. We started heading south on the Interstate, so the idea of “an hour” meant we could easily go more than sixty miles. Wherever we were going, I knew it would be fairly far from home. After thirty minutes or so, I asked Darcey where we were going. She cryptically replied we were going somewhere where she could teach me not to ask personal questions. Sensing another bout of cluelessness coming on and having no reason to believe there was any way I could get in more trouble than I was already in, I told Darcey I had one more personal question for her. She shot me a nasty look and said “Ask it if you have the balls.“ Having balls was never my problem. My problem has to do more with a lack of brains and sound judgment, so I said, “Darcey, since I‘ve known you, you‘ve always dressed very conservatively and plainly. It appears that you’ve gone to great lengths to downplay your femininity, but when I saw some of those pictures of you on vacation, you looked stunning. Why is there such a big difference between your personal and professional dress code?” Rather than tell me to stop asking personal questions, she said “When I first came into the workforce after college, I dressed much like I had when I was a student. I wore brightly-colored skintight clothes, vivid nail polish, gaudy lip stick, flashy earrings and was a real party girl. After about six months on the job, I found I was getting hit on constantly by all the men in the place - everyone from the owner to the janitor to some of the customers. It was really starting to worry me. It didn’t seem like I could control it. Finally, I went to the office manager - a woman about fifty - and asked her how the other women could stand all the romantic male attention. She said the men left them alone. When I asked her why they picked on me, she gave me the best advice I’ve ever received. She told me that the clothes, make-up, and jewelry I wore weren’t necessarily the most appropriate professional attire. I think she wanted to call me “slutty,” but stopped short of that. She suggested I go with her to pick out some more appropriate clothing. Over the next few months, I gradually shed the gaudy stuff and my party girl image. I also stopped accepting dates from anyone I worked with. And from then on, I‘ve kept my personal and professional lives very separate.” “Well damn,” I said, “You definitely lead two very different lives.” And she added, “That’s why I was so upset about your snooping. The pictures you saw were intended for Dirk and me only. No one else was ever supposed to know (I didn‘t have the courage to ask her about the black guys in the pictures who were obviously not Dirk).” I again reiterated my promise to never tell anyone. She let out a long sigh, almost like she had just put down a heavy object, and said, “I believe you. I just wish it hadn’t happened.” As our conversation was ending, Darcey pulled into a parking lot. I looked up and saw a sign that said “Blue Magic Tattoo and Body Piercing.” I had no idea what "blue magic" was, but I sure as hell knew what tattoos and body piercings were. I asked Darcey what we were here for and she said, “You’re going to get a tattoo and two body piercings.” I said I wasn’t too sure about this and she replied she thought I was a “chicken” and started good-naturedly teasing me. It seemed as though her demeanor toward me was changing for the better. As we entered, Darcey was greeted - by name - by one of the women on the staff. Darcey saw the look on my face and said “Yes, they know me. This is where I got my tattoo and body piercing.” “In fact,” she said, “I had both my nipples pierced here as well.” When I told her I hadn’t seen any nipple piercings in her pictures, she said she had to take them out not long after they were done. I was surprised when she told me that when she gets sexually excited or she gets chilled, her nipples become extremely large (I had already seen evidence of this in may of the pictures). One day not long after getting her nipples pierced, she stopped by Dirk’s office to take him out to lunch. The air conditioner in the office was broken, but instead of shutting down, it was pumping out incredibly cold air. As she walked to Dirk’s office a local courier was dropping off some packages at the front desk. The young courier didn’t appear to be more than twenty years old and had at least five visible body piercings. Just as Darcey was about to pass him, he said “Wow, it sure is cold in here.“ As Darcey turned to say something innocuous like “It sure is,” she noticed he was staring right at her chest. He then looked right into her eyes and said, “Damn, I thought so. Nice rings, lady.” Darcey looked quickly down and saw that her nipples had just about poked holes in her silk blouse and the rings were leading the way. Not wanting to risk something like that again, she removed the rings that evening. Anyway, as we went inside, the owner - a woman by the name of Kathy - who looked to be in her early forties, put two “releases” in front of me and told me to sign them. Apparently Darcey had already told her exactly what “I wanted” during the phone call and the paperwork was done - except for my signature. I signed the documents first (not very smart) and then proceeded to read them, but Darcey grabbed them from me and told me to follow the owner. I still had no idea what was going to happen. We walked into a private room at the rear of the shop and the owner told me to remove my pants. Again being clueless and thinking she wouldn’t want to be embarrassed, I told her I had no underwear on. She just laughed and said that wouldn’t be a problem since I was getting a frenum and a scrotal piercing and she was going to see everything anyway. I looked at Darcey and all she said was, “Well, we’re waiting.” I wasn’t sure I wanted any of this to happen, but my head was spinning from all the things that had happened that day, so I dropped my pants and sat down on the chair. Darcey briefly left the room while Kathy put on her gloves and started to mark the piercing sites. Suddenly the door flew open and there stood Darcey with two female “assistants” from the shop saying they wanted to watch so they could learn to do these types of piercings. I immediately covered my crotch and explained I didn’t need an audience. Besides these girls didn’t look to be old enough to drink yet. Kathy assured me they were 23 and 26 years old. Darcey just smiled and said “I wanted to make sure you fully enjoyed this experience.” Anyhow, Kathy moved very quickly to do the piercings. It didn’t really hurt that much at first - It’s hurt worse when I’ve caught my dick in the zipper. As I rose to put my pants on, Kathy said “not so fast” and one of the girls came over and told me to turn around so that my butt was facing her. I asked her what she was doing and she said the last thing was that she was going to tattoo my right butt cheek about where my back pocket rested. When I asked her what it was going to look like, all she would say is “you’ll see in a little bit.” It seemed like an hour, but was probably much less than that when the “tattooist” announced she was done. She gave me a mirror and I got a chance to see my beautiful little tattoo. It’s hard to be really angry when you’re naked from the waist down in a room full of women and a tattoo on your ass that says “Darcey was here,” but I was doing my best to get really pissed. I was about as red-faced as I’ve ever been thinking that I’d have to forever limit myself to dating women named “Darcey.” While laughing hysterically, Darcey asked “how do you like your new tat.” My scrotum and my dick were now starting to hurt more and I was already wondering about laser treatments for the tat when Kathy took pity on me and said to Darcey, “Well, do you think we should let him in on the joke?” I just glared at Darcey and she said, “It’s really not a tattoo - it’s called ’henna.” It’s a dye that will come off in a couple of weeks. Well, that’s better I thought to myself. I’ll only have date women named Darcey for just a few weeks. Darcey laughed almost the entire way back to the house. When she got the part about the look on my face when I saw the tat, she started laughing so hard tears began running down her cheeks. I thought she was going to drive right off the road for sure. Despite all that happened that day, Darcey and I never had sex. She explained to me later that part of the reason in getting the piercings for me was that I couldn’t safely or painlessly have sex for a few weeks afterwards. She finally admitted that she had sex with men (as I had seen in some of the photos) other than Dirk during their marriage, but it was never with anyone they knew (they usually met them on while on vacation) and it was always with Dirk’s permission - she never screwed around on him behind his back. After discovering me looking at the pictures, she figured I’d probably want to have sex with her and needed to come up with a way to stop that from happening (She told me her first thought was to cut my balls off for looking at the pics. Glad she came up with "Plan B"). Anyway, Darcey wrapped up her IT project earlier than expected and Dirk flew home less than a month later to drive with her to Texas. They took me out to dinner the night before they left to thank me for my hospitality. Just before leaving the house, I pulled Darcey aside to ask if she had told him anything about our little adventure. She insisted she hadn’t, but I saw what I thought was a suppressed grin flit across her face. As we were seated at the table, the waiter came over to take our drink order. When I looked up at him, I was stunned - the guy had more ear piercings than the student bodies of most high schools. My face turned red as both Dirk and Darcey caught me looking. Darcey started giggling. Dirk kept a straight face and didn’t seem to even notice Darcey laughing. Meanwhile the waiter took our order and left. Dirk looked right into my eyes and said, “Wow, did you see all those piercings?” Darcey was biting her lip so hard to keep from laughing that I thought it was going to start bleeding. I mumbled something about “kids being different than we were in our day” and “I don’t understand the whole piercing thing.” A few quiet moments passed before the drinks, mercifully, arrived. Dirk proceeded to thank me for letting Darcey stay with me and I said, “Don’t worry, it was my pleasure.” Dirk looked right into my eyes again and said, “By the way I hope she didn’t bother you about anything. Sometimes she really gets on my ass. She didn‘t get on your ass, did she?“ At that point, both Darcey and Dirk exploded in laughter. Darcey admitted she and Dirk had no secrets and that she had told him everything. He told her he didn’t have any concern about me keeping my mouth shut. He said he had known me for a long time and I could be trusted. His reassurances relaxed Darcey quite a bit and she felt far more comfortable around me now. They stayed at my house that night and left the next morning. As Darcey was leaving, she handed me a small box as a “going away” present and asked me not to open it until they left. As soon as she walked out the door, I opened the box. In it were a pair of panties and an 8”x10” picture of Darcey laying on my bed masturbating with the 7“ dildo. The enclosed note said she still believed I had copied many of her personal files, but the picture was her way of saying it was okay and that she trusted me to maintain her privacy. She said she had worn the panties especially for me that morning and I should enjoy them while they were still “fresh.” I held the panties to my nose and enjoyed her scent once again. Also in the box was a digital camera memory card which turned out to contain the "insurance" and revenge pictures. She said she didn't think she'd need them anymore and believed their secret was safe with me. She also gave me one last laugh by saying, "pink is definitely your color." The note was also signed by Dirk. As I looked out my window, I caught a last glimpse of their car as they turned onto the main street to begin the long journey to their new life. I wished them well. For the very first time, I knew what Dirk saw in Darcey and realized he had picked someone who was his soul mate. For an old high school linebacker who spent years chasing bimbos, it was clear Dirk had finally figured everything out.