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Revel

By: Durbang



I was having a very bad day. It seemed like everything was going wrong so I decided to get away and take a walk on the beach. It was a lonely day and there seemed to be nobody around. I trudged along slowly till I was almost out of sight if the main beach, away from all the crowds. The smell was beautiful and it was calming me down, but the constant sound of water made me need to pee.

I walked a little further up the dune to sneak behind some bushes. I don't know why, it's not like anyone was going to see me. When I came back out I noticed some movement, looks like someone had taken a walk as well.

I didn't come out from behind the bushes, but peered to see who it was. It was a couple, looked like he was mid 30's and she was early 20's. She was a young brunette, with big eyes and a blue bikini on. She looked about 5'6 and very cute. They were hugging. I stayed a while hoping they would go away before I came out but they didn't. They sat down and stared at the waves rolling in. Shit, I didn't want to see anyone. I decided to stay put for a while, maybe they would go.

I sat down behind the bush. I began to think of what they were doing, what if they were having sex? I peeped over the leaves to see. They were just sitting there. It didn't look like anything was going to happen. I sat back down again, I was getting horny. Well, if they weren't getting any I will. I undid my trousers and pulled my cock out. It was almost hard, it just needed some encouragement.

I leaned back and closed my eyes, I imagined looking over and seeing her on top of him, riding him and looking my way, knowing I was there watching. It was a good fantasy and I was getting into it now. Suddenly I heard a gasp...

"Shit!" I exclaimed, as I looked up the girl had come round the corner of the bushes and was standing in front of me. I had no words; I was speechless and just lay there with my cock in my hand. "Sorry," she smiled," I was just coming round here to have a pee." 

"Should I go?" I asked her. It was rather embarrassing, but she couldn't take her eyes off me. She smiled a very sweet smile, "No. You can stay and watch... if that's your thing." And she moved a little around the bush, further out of sight of her man. I had never watched a girl pee before. In truth it wasn't really my thing, but she looked keen to show me so I went along with it.

She pulled her bikini bottoms down to her knees and squatted in front of me. I started stroking my dick again and she looked very pleased with that. She bit her lip and the piss squirted from her onto the ground. I couldn't decide I was disgusted or turned on by it, but she certainly was. "Do you like that?" she asked. I didn't respond, I just carried on stroking. "Does my pussy look good enough for you?" 

"Yes definitely." I stammered. It was shaved and very neat. She stayed squatted for a while allowing it to dry before she stood up and pulled her bikini up again. "What now?" I asked, "Should I make a run from your guy?"

"No," she said and walked to stand over me. I was looking directly up her as she hovered her pussy over my head. "I want you to taste my cunt, taste how wet it is." With that she pulled her bikini bottoms aside and thrust herself down onto my face. I pushed my tongue out and started licking her. She did taste good. Very good and she was very wet. She was rubbing her breasts now as I flicked my tongue over her clit, tasting every drop of juice that dripped out of her. I was pumping my cock furiously now, not wanting it to end. I felt her legs tremble slightly, it felt like she was going to cum anytime. 

Without warning she stepped back and lowered herself onto my very had cock. She was so wet and I was so hard we just fit together with no effort at all. As my dick was at its deepest point in her, I felt her whole body shudder and she wrapped her arms around me. Her pussy squeezed my dick tight as she came, letting out stifled moans in my ear. I was so very turned on but I never came. It felt so good to be inside her, but in that moment I realised I never knew her name.

She didn't move off me but moved so her face was close to mine. "What's your name?" I asked, my dick still throbbing inside her. "Revel." She said and began to move around lightly, teasing and slowly fucking me."What's yours?"

"Nice to meet you babe, I'm Raul. Shouldn't you be getting back to your man?" I asked, worrying now about him appearing around the corner with a gun in his hand. "I should," she said, still gyrating and driving my cock to heaven," but I wanna know what you were fantasising about first."

"well," I said, touching her face and moving so she can ride me easier," I was fantasising about watching you two fuck on the beach." 

"Would you like to watch us?" she asked. "Why would I want to move from this very position I am in now?" I replied, playfully biting her nipple. "How about," she paused, teasingly, "How about you watch me go down there and fuck him, then I'll signal to you to come join." 

"Will he go for that?"

"he'll have to if he's on the bottom." I smiled and nodded. Then she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft and her tongue danced with mine. It was a beautiful kiss. Like kissing a girl you've dated for ages. It didn't seem like she wanted me out of her. I almost didn't want another guy in her, I just wanted the moment to stay like it was, and to kiss her again. I tried and she stopped me. "Later," she said," First I want to share the love." And she slowly slid off me. Her eyes were closed and I could see the regret in her face hat she had to get off me.

I didn't move and watched as she straightened her bikini and disappeared around the bush. I waited a minute before looking.

She was sitting in his lap, his back to me and she was facing me. It looked like she was nibbling his ear and his arms were around her. I boldly sat on the dune in plain sight, with my dick in my hand, stroking slowly. She made eye contact with me approvingly and I watched as she took her bikini top off. She had great tits. I took the time to admire them now. They were just a handful with pretty pink, small nipples. Great for grabbing and sucking.

She pushed him down and her hand went down as she appeared to be putting him into her. I was a little jealous but she was not my girl, I shouldn't be. She lay on top of him and started riding him slowly. I was eager to get into her again. I wanted to cum inside her. I wanted her to be mine.

She stood up and motioned me over then got back down onto him, facing away from him. I rushed down, trying to appear cool but I just wanted her so bad. I got there and the guy just said, "Suck his dick Revel."

I let her take it in her mouth. It was so inviting as her tongue swirled around my head. I stroked her hair as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. She took it in her hand and stroking it said to me, "come fuck my pussy." I was amazed that she would be into double penetration but was too deep in this to care. I got on my knees and pushed my dick into her again. She was even wetter then before and it felt so incredible. I could feel her juices dripping on my cock as I slid into her. I thrust faster but still trying to hold back my orgasm. I wanted her to want it.

I was interrupted by her man. "I want to watch you two." He said. "I want to watch you fuck her in the ass." She smiled a big smile as we looked at each other. "Gladly" I said as she smiled even bigger. We all stood up and she got on all fours. I positioned my dick on her asshole and pushed gently. She pushed back onto me and my head parted her little hole, entering slowly. Her man was standing by, stroking his dick furiously as my cock plunged deeper into her ass.

When it was fully in he started encouraging us, moaning and saying "yes, fuck that ass. Stick your cock deep in there." I she was looking back at me, also encouraging me to fuck her properly. I thrust in and out of her tight hole faster and faster. It was so good and tight I couldn't take it. "I'm going to cum." I announced. She popped off me and turned around, taking my dick in her hand and stroking me to finish off. As I was about to blow her man lay down next to her, then as my cock started to pulse and shoot my load, she aimed it at him. My semen shot out, far and landed on his chest. He leaned forward and got another on his face. "Yes," he shouted as he pumped his cock furiously into his own orgasm, shooting his load on himself as well.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked. "He's gay," Revel said, "we took a walk out here and he admitted to me that he wanted to see someone get fucked in the ass, then come on him. When I met you I just knew you were right for it." 

"Didn't he fuck you?" I asked. "No he didn't. I also just wanted to fulfil your fantasy, like you did mine by letting me piss in front of you. That was fun" 

"So I guess I'll never see you again," I asked. I really wanted to, this time with no gay sex involved. "you sure can," she smiled again, "but maybe I'll get my girlfriend involved next time."

Revel in the Abandon Ch. 01



Much the same way the Sun will leave a pulsing and vivid imprint behind closed eyes, even if you stare at it for just a second, 42 year old Antonella Capuano had been dealing with something eerily similar for the past four years.

Things had been great back then, idyllic in fact. Her Husband had just been hired as head football coach at one of winningest high schools in that corner of Rhode Island. The added income, along with some wise stock decisions, had kept the couple financially solvent when so many of their friends were about to be swept up by the impending economic chaos. Nell, as most everyone called her, had even earned her first pink car as a reward for the sales figures she'd earned as an independent beauty consultant and supplier.

If there was one thing Nell wasn't happy with, and never quite would be, was her physical appearance. Her full blooded Italian heritage had created a physique that was far more exotic and vivacious than the 'waspy' fair skinned blondes and redheads that seemed to dominate her suburban bliss. Along those lines, Nell had inherited the thick hips and general sturdiness that all the women in her family tree passed down.

Far from being fat, Nell was classically well proportioned, and if most of the Husbands in the neighborhood had had their druthers, they would have probably chosen her for a romp in the hay over most of their own stick shaped spouses.

Still, Nell dreaded the thought of going to any of the local pools during the Summer, deciding instead to take advantage of the lovely backyard oasis she'd cultivated at home. She'd planted and heartily maintained a vegetable and flower garden, added a couple of fountains and had a small in ground pool built, buffered by several lush shade trees.

While her husband and two sons were off being the social animals they'd been born to be, Nell was more than content sitting at home by that pool, reading a good novel and sipping at a mixed drink, oblivious to the rest of the world.

That was until one day when she happened to look up from her book to grab her sunglasses and saw the unmistakable orb of a human eye staring at her from the crack in the fence that separated the Capuano's yard from their neighbor's to the right.

A tremor of shock and violation instantly coursed through Nell's body as she reclined 50 feet from the fence in her fold out deck chair. Gathering herself quickly as she slipped on her sunglasses, she showed no outward signs that she'd noticed being peeped.

Stealing another subtle peek to the right after taking a sip of her drink, the gawker was gone. Needless to say however, any chance of lazily lounging away the rest of the afternoon was fruitless if she was going to feel the overriding urge to keep glancing over to see if that eye ball was back.

The Henleys had lived in the house next door long before Anthony and Antonella moved in four years earlier. While they did have two teenage sons, it was also the middle of Summer and even though Nell couldn't hear any commotion coming from the yard, God knows how many of their friends they could have had over. Nell also remembered a landscaping truck being parked out front earlier that morning, further causing her skin to crawl imagining any of those grimy men stealing a voyeuristic peek at her as she relaxed in her own inner sanctum.

Letting the memory of that day go proved difficult. Each time one of the Henley boys came over to shoot baskets with her sons, Nell felt an overwhelming urge to duck inside, fearing it was one of them that had stolen the view of her by the pool, and if it had been them, how many times had they done it that Nell never knew. Nell also found herself checking out front each morning to see if the Henley's had the landscapers over, making sure not to hang out in her backyard if they happened to be the peeping toms in question.

Gradually over the rest of that Summer into early Fall, 'Eye-Gate" started to fade from Nell's radar. That was until the foundation of Nell's enchanted life crumbled in one fell swoop.

Her husband's first year as football coach at the local high school was going great. Unfortunately, the only person scoring more touchdowns than the team was Coach Capuano himself.

Nell literally felt like the last to know. She'd never been much of a sports fan, but she did do her best to attend most of her son's extracurricular activities, and certainly made all her husband's games, if for nothing else but to keep up appearances. Needless to say, in a successful football program, the wife of the coach is viewed as the spouse of a conquering hero. Nell was a sucker for all the adoration, and selfishly, it put a significant boost into her Mary Kay sales from all the mothers of players who wanted to get on the good side of the coach for their sons' sake.

Then the whispers started, along with the diverted gazes or quick looks of pity or amusement, depending on the compassion level of the person involved. It actually took being confronted by the mother of one of the girls involved for Nell Capuano to learn her life would never be the same.

While Nell was slow to rile, she did have that full blooded Italian plasma coursing through her veins, and to have a complete stranger approach her in front of the JC Penny and accuse, no, make that outright insist that her husband had taken advantage of their daughter caused the claws to come out. The serene and orderly scene in the mall transformed immediately into a vignette straight from "The Real Housewives of New Jersey."

Through the throng of quite startled onlookers, thankfully two mall security guards worked their way towards the two women and, albeit it clumsily, separated Nell from the other woman before she could do any real physical harm. 

Unfortunately, the woman, along with three others just like her proved to be telling the God's honest truth. Tony Capuano had been carrying on relations to varying degrees with four separate girls since the school year started.

Once the tempers had been calmed and the two women were able to talk like somewhat civilized individuals out of earshot of the assembled onlookers, the woman that had been drafted by the other three mothers to have this "Come to Jesus" meeting with Nell laid out quite a proposition.

All four families involved were respected in the community, and if they went to the authorities they would find a sympathetic ear, even if the charges involved the town's new hotshot high school football coach. This was Rhode Island after all, not Texas. The offer was for Coach Capuano to resign and the family move as far away as possible. It would save the embarrassment of such a public scandal on everyone, not to mention a ton of legal bills.

The anger that had been percolating through Nell was suddenly replaced by ice cold paralysis. As much as she hated to admit it, one look into the woman's eyes told Nell everything she was saying was true. Racking her brain as she stood there absorbing the implication of it all, Nell gradually pieced together all the missing time her Husband had accumulated over the past few months.

"He's just busy with the team," she'd told herself many times.

Two months later, a moving truck was packed up with a family's belongings headed from snowy and rustic Rhode Island all the way west to the highlands of Arizona.

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Breaking the news to Tony with much the same bluntness as the mother of the girl had done with her, Nell quickly brushed aside her husband's initial denials, knowing after all those years together when he wasn't telling the truth.

Explaining why they decided to move literally across country to anyone with a lick of sense proved to be far more difficult. Why would a man who went 10-2 in his first year as head coach of a highly successful football program suddenly quit and accept a job in way out in Flagstaff as an assistant coach and substitute PE teacher?

Why would a woman uproot her kids from the only circle of friends they'd ever known, not to mention give up all her business contacts and move to a part of the country literally a thousand miles from her closest relative?

"Why didn't you divorce him while you had the chance and take half while there's still something to split," Nell asked herself more than a hundred times during that dreadfully long and bleak trip in the deluxe-sized moving van.

"Because your kids don't deserve to be dragged through the mud their asshole of a father created," was the only logical response Nell could give herself. 

Even though she dreaded the thought, knowing the way gossip spread, Nell knew at some point her two sons would get a good idea of why they'd had to move. Considering the way kids today use social media, even being 2500 miles away from Rhode Island might not keep the truth from coming out. Of all the things that could still happen, that was the one thing Nell lived in mortal fear of. Her boys had looked up so much to their father for moral guidance and she got chills imagining the look in their eyes if they discovered it was all a sham.

As for herself, Nell channeled all that bottled up angst into rebuilding her business, even taking two part time jobs, both for networking purposes and just to keep her mind occupied. A lesser woman would have likely followed her husband's every move after such a violation of trust, but Nell decided to leave him to his own devices. He'd used his 'get out of jail free' card, the next fuck-up and she was gone. A situation for Tony Capuano that was made far more difficult considering Nell had rebuffed most every sexual advance he'd made since the move.

The sheer thought of him inside her made Nell wretch. For him to be plowing the same cock he'd used on those high school girls through her womb was nauseating, and even if she could stomach the physical aspects, knowing he was likely thinking of someone else while doing it just killed any chance of making it work.

As stated earlier, Nell had never been comfortable with her appearance and self esteem. Having her husband of nearly 20 years sleep with a gaggle of girls half her age did nothing to help. That's when the dusty memory of that lone eye peering through the cracks of the fence back in Rhode Island came back to Nell like the image of a burning bush.

During one of the rare intimate interludes with her husband, the image of that eye exploded in a fiery and furious burst inside Nell's head. Like a shipwreck survivor clinging to a jagged piece of driftwood, Nell used that memory, which in all honesty encompassed less than two seconds of her life, to carry her through some very difficult times.

No matter how undesirable as she'd been made to feel, Nell always knew at least one person had gone through the trouble to steal a peek at her through a fence. The genesis of that single spark would have far reaching ramifications once Nell was able to harness its deviant potential.

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The first glaring by-product of Nell's newfound mental trick was an intimate rekindling, of sorts, with her husband. Knowing he was likely imagining women other than her as she spread her legs and allowed him inside her, Nell had to stifle her chuckles seeing the eagerness and enjoyment Tony took resuming his husbandly duties. A guttural tone of primal vindication rising from his chest as he stuck it to her with the same eagerness as their wedding night, Nell gave it back to him with everything she had, her mind just as far away as his.

She never knew the depths of her imagination, but once she'd tapped into it, Nell soon discovered the temptation to put some of those depraved things in her mind into practice.

The first dip of her toe into the pool of perversion came by chance. Nell had been sitting in the stands at one of her son's JV baseball games early that Spring. The junior varsity games started at 3 and weren't all that well attended since many of the parents were still at work. With her flexible schedule, Nell promised her oldest boy she'd try to make the games his father couldn't for various reasons.

Winter had finally broken, and after a couple of wipes of a tan towel, Nell felt comfortable enough going out in public in a tank top and pair of shorts. There were always a group of older men at the games, some locals who loved baseball (and gossip) and didn't have anything else better to do, along with a handful of guys who had grandsons playing on the team. 

With her big hair and voluptuous figure, Nell easily stood out and it wasn't long before the pack of men gradually made their way closer to where she was sitting. Enjoying the attention, Nell gladly shared in some playful, flirtatious banter with the geezers as the game wore on. She especially loved the way the barometric pressure surrounding the men seemed to change each time she leaned forward to say something and gave them a good look at her cleavage.

The next game Nell added a manicure and a pedicure to her arsenal, along with a wearing a sundress. As expected, the assembled men ate it up each and every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs.

It wasn't one of her more proud moments as a parent after the game hearing her son ask "Hey Mom..did you see this or did you see that?"

She politely lied telling him, "Of course," even though she frankly didn't have a clue who even won. Safe to say however, some of the guys who'd flocked around her were a little fuzzy on the details of the game as well. 

Just as the memory of that single staring eye had opened a carnal door inside Nell's mind, to have an entire group of eyes on her at those baseball games took it to the next level. Like any newborn monster, it's appetite needed to be fed.

Nell could have easily allowed the old men and their blood pressures be, but what she did next could be considering over the top by most any standard. Wearing a new skirt she'd just bought on her next trip to the ballpark, Nell took her seat and waited patiently for her harem of men to gather around.

Through the early innings she engaged in her usual vivacious chitchat. Sometime during the Fifth, Nell got up and sneaked away to the bathroom. When she came back and took her seat, naturally the men welcomed her back with hungry and eager gazes. The one positioned two rows down and to her right happened to have the only clear look at what presented itself next.

Subtly measuring his response, Nell could see him shake his head slightly and blink several times as the rest of his body froze. Watching with detached appreciation as a wave of awe washed across the man's face, Nell knew he'd noticed she didn't have any panties on.

"Not exactly Sharon Stone-esque, but it'll do," she told herself as she whimsically refused to make eye contact the guy.

It was obvious the man wanted to tap one of his buddies on the shoulder to say 'look what I just saw', but there was also a clear element of wanting to keep the secret to himself. 

A few outs later, Nell shifted in her seat and crossed the other leg, causing the same guy to turn and look with comic precision. When Nell noticed the bulge puffing out the front of his slacks, she knew she'd done her job.

"No Viagra for him tonight," she joked to herself as he finally turned and crossed his own legs for completely different reasons.

It wasn't like Nell had any desire to sleep with any of the men flocking around her at the ballgames. Most of them were old enough to be her father, and besides, the last thing she wanted to be known as was the team mom who all the old farts in the stands were passing around.

Still, the feeling of being desired had become a powerful aphrodisiac for Nell. To see a man have that glow looking in her direction, knowing the next time he got his rocks off it might be her he was thinking about, stirred a very complicated but decadent stew inside the 42 year old married mother of two.

Even though she never went sans underwear to a ball game again that season, Nell did relish the way the one man who'd gotten the 'golden peek' twisted in her direction each time she so much as twitched, hoping for another look.

Her teasing escapades did take another turn, however, a few weeks later on Highway 89, headed south in her pink Mary Kay car to speak to a chapter of a local woman's club in Prescott.

Dressed in one of her nicer business suits, Nell pushed down the crowded stretch of highway with the air conditioning on full blast. Her blazer hung in the back seat, she kicked herself for deciding to wear hose on a day this hot.

This was her first real trip outside Flagstaff since the move, but the opportunity to speak in front of a hundred or more women was a perfect way to solidify some real networking connections in the area.

Nell, by no means, felt at home quite yet, but she continually reminded herself what staying in Rhode Island would have been like over the past six months if she hadn't heeded the threat and word of what her husband had done with those high school girls came to light.

"Keep looking forward, not back," she often reminded herself. Great advice in life, as well as driving down a cluttered road. About a half hour from her destination, Nell had to slam on the brakes to keep from ramming into the bumper of the car in front of her which had slowed for the backup from a wreck a mile or so up.

"That was close..but now you're gonna be late," Nell spat once she realized she'd stopped in time, her chest heaving up and down as she pounded her palm against the steering wheel several times in frustration.

Slowing to a crawl in the left lane, it wasn't long before the shadow of a big rig enveloped her to the right. Even with the windows closed and the AC on, the beast's diesel whine grated on Nell's very last nerve.

For the next couple of minutes, her car and the truck eased along side by side at 5mph without any real clue which lane up ahead was closed. Fumbling with her phone, trying to figure out if she could get any sort of traffic update, Nell suddenly felt the presense of something more invasive than a tractor trailer towering over the passenger side of her vehicle.

Low enough in her seat that she could barely make eye contact with the driver's side door of the truck, when Nell looked over she saw the driver's leathery, sunglass covered face staring back.

"Why didn't they spring to put tinted windows on this thing," Nell cringed aloud, suddenly feeling extremely claustrophobic being pinned in on all sides.

Training her gaze forward, trying to ignore the man's stoic but seemingly determined glare, Nell felt a burst of radiant heat simmer through her body. Reaching over to flip the air conditioning higher, she realized it was already turned as high as it would go. Then the traffic in both lanes came to a dead stop.

Even though it was hot enough to fry a frittata on the asphalt outside, Nell sat in her cocoon of comfort as the large truck beside her caused the pavement beneath her wheels to vibrate. Stealing a quick peek to her right, just as she had four years earlier to get a second look at the eye staring at her through the fence, the two sundrenched shades on the trucker's face, unlike that eye at the fence, continued their relentless stare.

Shifting anxiously in her seat, Nell realized it might be more than the rumble of the rig causing the ground below to tremble. Reaching for another sip of her soda, it was clear to anyone watching how the can was shaking in her grip.

Like a chameleon morphing right behind the wheel, Nell seemed to shift from staunch and focused business woman to the thing she became in the stands during those afternoon JV baseball games back in the Spring. Sitting there withering beneath the trucker's intense glare, Nell could feel her blood trying to boil straight through her goose-pimpled flesh. Without anywhere to turn, Nell felt herself submitting to the stranger's silent will.




Revel in the Abandon Ch. 01



Looking over once again in a last ditch hope that he'd turned his searing sights on something else, Nell winced and doubled over in her seat as if she'd been stabbed when she saw those tinted sunglasses still trained directly on her.

"Please start moving," she begged to the stalled traffic in front of her, but the words came out limp and lifeless. She'd already began reaching for the top button of her blouse.

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Measuring the woman in the rear view mirror, Nell barely recognized the face staring back. Alone in her running car, her blouse unbuttoned down to her waist, Nell felt a sensation of detached calm seeing her left breast exposed and sagging like a heavy melon from the pulled down cup of her beige bra. The tan line on it's fleshy mass visible, Nell tweaked the grape sized nipple with her long red nails, pretty sure the man hovering over her right shoulder didn't really mind if she hadn't bothered to get an all over tan.

Peeking back and forth every so often to make sure the inhabitants of the cars blocking her in weren't watching her wanton display, Nell continued on. The jackal that had escaped her repressed psyche however was somewhat disappointed no one other than the trucker was witnessing exactly what she was capable of.

Her feet spread wide as she pushed the tips of her high heels into the carpet of the floorboard, Nina swirled her fingers across her ample titty as she locked gazes with the man above. For the first time since the interlude commenced, Nina thought she saw a slight change in the trucker's stone faced stare. Even though his head remained still, Nina thought she could see his cheeks puff out slightly as he perked up in his seat, no doubt pleasantly stunned at what he was seeing.

Without a word ever spoken between them, Nina felt the seat below become as hot as a griddle as she swayed her knees back and forth in her short black skirt. The friction of her hosiery creating a sawing sound as it rubbed the bottom of the steering wheel, Nell chastized herself again, for a very different reason this time, for deciding to wear pantyhose to her meeting. In her current state of dress, she could do nothing to quell the rabid burn that had seized her crotch.

If the memory of that single eye she'd caught spying on her at the pool four years earlier had left such a substantial mark in her soul, not to mention how that old guy looked when he caught a glimpse of her pantyless cooch at her son's ballgame, what Nell was experiencing now would leave a permanent, white hot brand.

Her exposed breast jiggling as her vagina dissolved into liquid fire, just as Nell reached up with her right hand to free her other tit, the blare of the car horn behind her snapped her from her sexual hypnosis.

"OH SHIT, the cars are moving," she stammered, fumbling to stuff her left breast back inside her blouse.

Watching the tractor trailer pull away with crazed and befuddled eyes, Nell tried shifting the car back into gear with one hand while rebuttoning her blouse with the other. Screeching the tires when she accelerated, she nearly rammed into the rear bumper of the car in front of her.

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Thankfully the speech at the meeting went off without a hitch. Stopping at a convenience store rest room before she got to the club to gather herself, a few good minutes alone and a couple of splashes of cold water to the face brought Nell's blood pressure back under control. She knew she'd been far enough away from Flagstaff that no one likely recognized her, even with a pink car, and as she drove home later that afternoon, other than feeling a twinge deep in her loins each time a big rig passed her, Nell made it home without incident.

If Tony Capuano had any personal doubt that his wife was 'his' once again, the way Nell fucked him that night would put it all to rest. Perched on her knees as he plowed her savagely from behind, Tony watched the way she dug her fingers into the sheets and buried her face into the pillow, filling him with a clear sense of power and ownership.

Nell was more than content allowing her husband to do all the heavy lifting. While it was clearly his dick carving a swath deep into her womb, in Nell's mind it was that trucker's icy stare rising above her from behind, it was his raging manhood digging at her secret depths as she ruthlessly hurled her hips backwards against the stabbing assault. It was his warm, oily breath washing down across her sweaty back as he ruthlessly impaled her.

In her self imposed darkness, it was all the old men from the baseball field assembled around the bed, all jacking off as they watched her get skewered. When her husband finally did tense up then growl as he shot his well earned wad, it wasn't Tony's seed sloshing through her churning quim. The rich warm sustenance belonged to the owner of the eye from all those year earlier. 

When she came, Tony smiled a wicked grin of satisfaction and accomplishment as he crumpled down into a heap beside Nell and patted her lovingly on the small of her back.

"That hit the spot, Baby?" he whispered.

"Oh yeah, the best," she replied.

Both were asleep within five minutes.

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It was the Fourth of July and Nell found herself doing some housecleaning while Tony and the boys were out of her hair. She normally didn't do a lot of snooping around her sons' rooms, but given what the electric bill had been the previous month, she ducked inside her oldest's room to switch off the computer he'd absentmindedly left on. His Facebook page on the screen, Nell accidently hit the scroll key with her fingernail when she reached down. When she did, a listing of his online friends appeared.

Nell Capuano stopped cold in her tracks before helplessly sliding backwards onto his unmade bed.

Part 2 to come...



Revel in the Abandon Ch. 02



It had been almost ten years since Nell Capuano had flown. Needless to say, the hassle and aggravation involved had multiplied exponentially since then.

She'd mustered the gusto to weather the two delays, the insidiously invasive security measures, even the baby three rows back that cried all through take off. Once they were finally up, flying east across America's breadbasket, Nell was able to get some much needed rest. She knew the next five days could be quite draining. 

This was also the first time she'd ever flown alone. Her husband certainly had no interest spending four days at a Mary Kay conference in Boston, and they agreed it probably wasn't a good idea for him to tag along when she drove the rental car south to Newport to visit some of her old friends in Rhode Island, considering the legacy he'd left behind there.

The first leg of her trip, the conference, would be laced with a healthy dose of optimism and dread. Optimism, because it would give her the chance to re-kindle some connections, tell a few war stories, along with providing an opportunity to just get out of the house for a week. The dread came in when she'd invariably have to answer the questions about how such a successful business woman could throw all that hard work away and move to Timbuktu. Not that some of them minded considering Nell's lost sales was their gain.

She could close her eyes and almost nail down every single ad-lib or quip she'd use during the conference to cover her tracks. How the second part of her 'vacation' would play out once she made the short drive down to Newport, that was another story. 

The trip to Boston had been planned for months, the addendum to visit her old stomping grounds had been a late addition. All it took was one accidental look at the listing of friends on her oldest son's Facebook page to light the fuse of a potential powder keg.

Over the course of time, people's hair color might change, either by nature or design. It may become longer or shorter, just as their frame may become wider or thinner. They may put on weight or take it off, even change their appearance through medical altercation. One thing that stays relatively constant, however, is the unique gleam in each individual's eyes. Having raised that two second snippet of catching someone peeking at her through the fence of her old house in Rhode Island to near mythical status in her own mind, to once again see those same eyes peering back at her from the screen of her son's computer nearly caused Nell Capuano to have a stroke.

What had happened in the 10 minutes or so following the haunting recognition, Nell wasn't exactly proud of. Thankfully, no one else on Earth would ever have to know.

JJ Gentry's family lived two blocks from the Capuano's home back in Newport. In hindsight, Nell remembered the now 22 year old did hang out with the Henley boys next door quite a bit back then, but honestly, she'd never given him a second thought since her family had been exiled to Arizona. Rocking back and forth as she stared at JJ's seemingly innocuous picture on the screen, Nell somehow felt the young man had become part of the fabric of her being.

Like magma being pushed up to the outer crust, the years worth of built up curiosity and frustration burst through.

"You could just say now you know who it was and get on with your life, Nell," her conscience solemnly scolded, but powers far greater were already set in motion.

Before she even realized she had, Nell's right hand had dropped between the pink thighs of the old pair of sweatpants she often did housework in. Her pussy responded instantly, sending a humid wave through the material of her pants to the rotating digits of her fingers.

Considering the young man had never been what you'd call 'on Nell's radar', she'd never taken the time to assess how truly handsome the young lad was. The few times she remembered seeing the Gentry clan together, JJ did have his father's rather prominent jawline and broad shoulders. The dark and brooding hallows of his eyes, however, were all his mother's.

"Bet those eyes of hers would be burning if she knew the way I was thinking about her oldest son right now," Nell flinched as she continued to fixate on the thumbnail photo.

The cautionary thought did nothing to stop her. If anything, it tweaked something twistedly devious inside Nell, causing her to wrench her hand that much harder between her thighs. 

Reaching forward with her left hand as she kept the pressure on her crotch tight with her right, Nell clicked on the icon to switch the page from her son's profile to JJ's. Leaning back on the bed and biting her lower lip, Nell's belly filled with a cauldron of boiling heat as JJ's image spread across the screen.

The bigger picture simply allowed Nell to lose herself that much quicker in JJ's dark, cavernous gaze. Rutting forward on her buried hand, Nell commenced with her hypnotic, well-practiced ritual of self gratification. Spinning her fingers rapidly across her flared vaginal folds, Nell gouged the sizzling ridge of her clitoris with her thumb as the bed below began to creak.

Sliding forward off the bed just before she stained her son's sheets with her own seeping lust, Nell kept her eyes focused squarely on the young man's face on the screen as she came to rest on her knees. Rocking her hips forward in quick, jerking circles, Nell looked every bit a sinner kneeling before an alter as she shoved her hand deep inside her pants.

Within a few seconds she'd clasped her left hand across the front of her loose fitting tee-shirt, squeezing her heaving breasts hard as she shamefully barreled towards release in the center of her son's bedroom.

Alone in her house in Flagstaff that had yet to feel like home, Nell Capuano let out a low and gurgling moan until she doubled over on the carpeted floor, her loins churning as she absorbed her self inflicted orgasm. Through it all, JJ Gentry's pixilated smile remained stoic on the screen, as if unphased by the display of depravity taking place on the floor below.

Re-living the carnal crescendo of one of the weakest moments of her life as she dozed on the plane, Nell jerked upright in her seat when the flight attendant eased over and asked if she needed a pillow.

"....Uh...No...I'm good...," Nell babbled to the pretty Asian woman somewhere over Missouri, the color slowly starting to return to her cheeks.

The warmth glazing the seat beneath her would take a little longer to subside, however.

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The four day conference had gone better than Nell could have hoped. Re-connecting with several old faces and making friends with many new, in a professional sense she felt as vital and engaged as she had in a very long time. Every night once back in her room she called her husband and kids to check on them as well, shunning the opportunity to go out and sample the abundant nightlife surrounding her hotel.

"Saving your energy for Day 5," a sly, intuitive voice Nell didn't quite recognize whispered inside her head, even though her rational mind hadn't yet wrapped itself around what she was about to do.

Even though it had been four years plus since Nell set foot in Newport, the last thing she felt like was a returning hero triumphantly making her way back into town. Rolling into town in her rented Acura, no one she knew from the fair hamlet even knew she had made the trip.

Driving by the high school where her husband's sins had played out, Nell couldn't help but simmer in her seat as all the deja-vu feelings of anger and hurt she thought she'd tucked away for good began to nibble once again at her craw.

"Like pulling an old scab back," she reasoned, feeling the ripping sting but knowing no blood was left to shed.

Tempted to swing by some of her old haunts, Nell continually reminded herself to stay on task. She did make the one very difficult decision to drive up her old street and see what the people they'd sold the house to had done to the place. Cringing as she steered towards the property, Nell choked back a couple of tears until she saw the place wasn't all that much different than they'd left it.

Weaving up and down several of the other streets to check on some of her former friends' homes, Nell was thankful she'd chosen a rental with tinted windows so no one she knew would recognize her inside. Those tinted windows would also play a crucial role if everything went according to plan.

The park where most of the local kids gathered was about four blocks from Nell's old house. While video games and other digital pursuits had certainly put a crimp into the outdoor activities of kids today, with Summer here and school out, the park was usually teeming with young male testosterone. Rounding the bend and easing into one of the small parking lots that had been carved out of a picturesque woodline, Nell immediately saw the pool and basketball courts were bustling on this warm, but thankfully not overbearing day.

"Well, you made it this far without anyone knowing you were in town," Nell congratulated herself as she backed into one of those out of the way parking spaces and surveyed the landscape.

Reaching for her Diet Coke and taking a long swig, Nell winced from the hearty extra nip of bourbon she'd added to help her get through the day. It didn't take long for her eyes to settle on the basketball courts a 100 or so yards away. Even though it had been nearly a half decade since she'd seen any of those boys, she immediately recognized several as they hustled up and down the blacktop in shirts and skins. 

The air conditioning potent in the cab of her car, a razor sharp chill coiled down Nell's spine as she scanned for familiar faces. Even though she didn't see JJ Gentry out on the courts, Nell's thighs gracefully rubbed together beneath the steering wheel as she picked out some of the crew he use to run with.

Every so often someone would come or go from the parking lot or stroll by walking their dog, but it did little to distract Nell's focus. Even from a distance, she could see all the boys on the courts were sweaty as they baked under the midday Sun. The guys without shirts glistened as they ran back and forth, and the ones with shirts were soaked clean through. Somewhere along the way Nell parted her knees slightly and allowed her fingers to traipse upwards towards the warmth of her crotch.

Why she'd even gone through the trouble of wearing panties, Nell hadn't a clue. The lacy blue thong did match the sundress she'd picked out for her trip, at least. Pressing her fingertips into the damp, silky material, Nell began flinching seductively in her seat.

"Nooooo..not yet," she scolded herself, knowing she could masturbate right there in the parking lot, but deciding for the moment to let her boiling angst continue to build.

Placing both her hands back on the steering wheel, Nell took a series of long, deep breaths to calm herself before taking the final plunge. After 10 minutes or so of sitting there, the driver's side door of her rental opened and she stepped out. She hadn't come all this way just to watch some college aged boys play pick-up basketball.

The womb of comfort she'd been in inside the car quickly dissipated as soon as the beating Sun took her hostage. Sunglasses on with her head down, Nell made her way across the grassy field to the basketball courts, praying she wouldn't run into anyone she knew. Exchanging pleasantries was the last thing she had the stomach for.

Wearing heels probably wasn't the best idea either, but the two inch jobs she'd chosen were at least bearable if this was going to be the longest trek of the day on foot. Thankfully, just before reaching the edge of the blacktop, Nell dodged a freshly deposited gift from a pooch still steaming in the grass.

Patting herself on the chest in a final attempt at composure, Nell looked up and scanned the virile and bustling landscape for a familiar face.

If ever a person stuck out like a sore thumb, it was Nell standing in the middle of a couple of dozen sweaty guys, in a pair of heels and a clingy, low cut sundress. Before she was forced to come up with some smooth and seamless way to interrupt the proceedings, she heard "Mrs. Capuanao?" being called out from the crowd to her right.

Tilting her sunglasses up on her head as she turned to make out the voice, she recognized Damon Echols, one of her oldest son's school mates from back in the day. Unfortunately, he wasn't one of the handful of boys Nell had made the cross country pilgrimage to see.

"Oh.....Hi Damon," she smiled and stepped towards him. "Yes..it's me..how's your mom and dad?"

Nell didn't care in the least how Damon's parents were doing, it was sort of the last vestige of her politeness reflex kicking in. Damon was a sweet enough boy, but that wasn't what had brought Nell all the way back to Rhode Island. Instead, she made small talk with him long enough to scope out the surroundings and find at least three of the young men she'd mentally bookmarked, including JJ Gentry.

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It wasn't JJ's cock, however, that was currently stuffed inside Nell's mouth. Twenty-one year old Matt Bivens was the lucky recipient.

Matt's dad owned a local garage that had done a lot of work for the Capuano family way back when. As Nell stood there on the sidelines sizing the bushy haired blonde up when she'd first arrived, it was clear to any woman with a pulse Matt had grown into quite the young specimen.

It was like being in a surreal time machine, really. All those boys she remembered as pre-teens and teens were all now at their masculine peak, and it seemed as if the numbers of them multiplied before Nell's very eyes as their bare flesh glistened in the Sun.

Luring Matt back to her car would have been justified for Nell, if for no other reason than his good looks and alluring manner. She had put a little more thought into it, however. Even as far back as a decade, the times she was around Matt, he had the gait of a natural leader. An alpha dog, if you will. Nell sensed if she could get him on board with her sordid scenario, it would make it easier for the other boys to follow suit. The fact that he had a working knowledge of auto mechanics helped as well. After all, what self respecting man would turn down a lady in distress.

Within 10 minutes of asking Matt if he'd walk over to the parking lot and look under her hood, she was, in a sense, under his.

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Even to Matt's moderately trained eyes, he could tell there was nothing wrong with Nell's Acura. The temperature was fine, the belts were all buzzing smoothly and the engine was purring like a kitten. Nell, on the other hand, seemed like another story entirely. As close as she was standing as he peered under the hood, Matt could smell the bourbon on her breath, and he was pretty sure the way she kept brushing against his right arm with her boobs wasn't an accident.

Matt admittedly wasn't always the brightest light in the chandelier. Of all the boys he'd grown up with, he was one of the few that never had designs on college, content to follow in his father's footsteps at the garage. Unlike many of his cohorts, Matt did seem to have an innate ability to size up people then get them to do what he wanted.

He'd seen women act the way Nell currently was, had even bedded a few. Still, he never really gave that any serious thought until she'd invited him into the car and in very short order, worked her hands down the front of his dark gray gym shorts.

Jerking backwards in the passenger seat at first, as if his brain hadn't yet processed what his eyes were seeing, it took a few seconds but Matt's primal blade of instinct inevitably kicked in. Dropping his left hand down on the back of Nell's head once she'd lowered her face down to his crotch, Matt let out a throaty gasp and shook his head side to side when he felt the older woman's lips close around his rapidly inflating cock.

Her thick and luxurious hair billowing out in all directions in front of him, Matt felt Nell's left hand close around his jutting prick as she blindly rubbed the opened palm of her right up and down his ripped abs.

"What the fuck?" he moaned loud enough for Nell to hear, meaning it in every possible way those three words could be construed, but appreciative she didn't remove her mouth from his heaving dick to answer such a stupid question.

Taking a guy who'd just spent the past two hours running on a sundrenched basketball court and placing him in the cramped confines of a car, the pungent scent of his aerobic excursion registered clearly on Nell's palate each time she inhaled. Strangely, it turned her on that much more, as if the swarming pheromones in Matt's sweat added gasoline to her already raging, internal fire.

What she was lacking in technique giving the boy head in the passenger seat, Nell more than made up for with brute determination and unquenchable spirit. Gnawing, sucking, licking and kissing the pulsing phallus in her mouth with every thread of her wanton soul, it wasn't long until the only logical climax.

Despite the fluids he'd perspired over the course of the afternoon, Matt Bivens shot an incredibly abundant amount of his seminal payload down Nell Capuano's churning throat. Her mouth essentially serving as an Electro-Lux around the throbbing base of his cock, Nell did the best she could to keep up as Matt overwhelmed her his custardy jizz.

Rubbing his fingers through Nell's dark, tangled hair as he hurled his muscular hips off the seat, Matt braced his back against the car door as he finished fucking the older woman's face. Stealing a quick peek over his shoulder to his friends up at the basketball courts, he saw that most of them had returned to their game, oblivious to the indecency taking place behind the tinted windows of the Acura, 100 yards away. As for the 70ish lady who'd just pulled up two spaces over to take a jaunt around the park's walking trail, Matt wasn't so sure.

Matt's stunningly resilient 21 year old phallus continued to jut, fully aroused and ready for more when Nell pulled back. Seeing the hymen of spent semen bubble from her mouth when she let out her first guttural exhale, Matt reached down with his index finger and wiped a long, milky wad of his cum from the married woman's cheek before stuffing the remaining seed between Nell's soft, willing lips. 

"She ain't nowhere close to being done," Matt thought to himself as the musky scent of Mrs. Capuano's arousal flooded his senses.

The head of his cock once again flaring to the size of an oversized gumball when Nell began spi-shining his girth to a full polish, Matt reached over and tucked his left hand under the woman's dress as she leaned in from the driver's seat. He immediately felt the volcanic warmth radiating between her thighs. Trying to juxtapose Nell's face now with the one he remembered from his teenage years only caused his dick to lurch that much harder in Nell's bathing mouth. 

Greedily teasing his hairy balls with her manicured nails when she finally looked up to speak, Nell basked in the glow of a woman in complete control of things few ever get the chance to tap in to.

"I can get a hotel room out by the highway," she gazed into Matt's still disbelieving face, enjoying the way his entire body spasmed when she slithered her tongue around the ridge shaped head of his rigid shank.

Tracing her fingertips across the lovely, almost chiseled outline of his pecs, she watched his eyes roll back in their sockets when she began pumping his dick with her right fist.

"...Just you and me..?," the 21 year old boy nearly coughed. 

"Actually, I was thinking about you taking a walk back over to the courts and inviting two other guys along...my choosing....," Nell offered before tenderly kissing the young man on his ultra sensitive left nipple.




Revel in the Abandon Ch. 02



"...I might have a better idea...," Matt managed to mutter.

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It would have been terribly rude to make a woman who'd literally traveled across the country to visit her old hometown, have to pay for a hotel. Rather than making Nell spring for a room out at the Holiday Inn, Matt offered up a rather unique option. 

His folks had taken off for three days in Atlantic City and Matt had the house all to himself. Granted, the last thing he thought he'd be doing when he left that morning to shoot some hoops was bringing three other guys home with him along with the married mother of a guy he'd went to high school with.

Yet, there Antonella Capuano was sprawled out on his unmade bed, her short blue sundress hiked all the way up to her waist and her frilly panties ripped to shreds as baby faced Steven Ocello pressed his mouth down tight on her freshly waxed quim.

Nell could still see Matt trying to stuff that re-energized cock of his back inside his shorts, and the way he dutifully chugged across the field to fetch the two boys she told him to get. It took awhile, and God only knew what sort of story Matt concocted, but eventually she saw him leading the two guys towards the parking lot.

Once they were close, Nell smiled seeing the cherubic, 'boy band' face of Steven Ocello, and once they were a few steps closer than that, a shiver slivered wickedly down her spine when she looked into the eyes of the guy who'd unwittingly set all this in motion four years earlier, JJ Gentry.

There was also a third boy tagging along to the car with Matt, one she didn't recognize. He was much taller than the other boys and seemed a little rougher around the edges as well. At first Nell thought he was just randomly headed back to the parking lot with the threesome she intended but when they got up to the car, Nell knew Matt had invited an extra guy for the trip back to his house. She would soon discover why.

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The lunacy of it all would have been unfathomable to Nell just a few months earlier. Laying half naked on a ransacked bed with one guy's face glued to her crotch while three others stalked like sharks around her left Nell untethered completely to the reality she'd spent an entire lifetime building.

Despite Steven's choir boyish looks, Nell would never forget the way he'd forced her dress up then ripped the front of her skimpy panties apart the instant she opened her legs for him. Those delicate features also belied the eager and fiendish way he went about devouring her dripping cunt. Feeling like an utter and unshackled slut laying there with those four boys clustered around her, Nell kicked her legs out and wrapped them tight around Stevie's head as he snaked his tongue across her plump, juicy folds and nibbled his front teeth around her screaming clit.

The trip from the park back to Matt's house had been eerily quiet. Barely a word was spoken over what was about to take place, even though from the occasional glance back in the rear view, Nell could see in their eyes Matt had given them all some sort of primer. If nothing else, the cum stain dotting her chin or the whiff of her arousal filling the car portended everyone's immediate future.

Matt was beside her in the front seat with the other three boys packed into the back as they made their way through the neighborhood to the house. Behind the tinted windows of a rental car with a pair of expensive sunglasses on her face, Nell wasn't all that worried about being recognized. Once they got to the Bivens' driveway, she still hustled from the car to the front door much the same way a Hollywood starlet might surrounded by her harem of a security detail.

Not that she would have minded a bit if the whole world saw her exploits once things got rolling in Matt's bedroom. If any of the boys had taken the liberty to film the scene with their phones and post it online, it would have likely only caused Nell to fuck each and every one of them that much harder. All that mattered to her at that very moment was Steven's tongue dancing like a severed and sparking power line as it raced across her baby smooth slit. That, and the four sets of eyes staring at her as she transformed in front of them.

Within a few minutes of glorious oral torture, Nell's husky voice was bouncing through the Bivens' house. Even the collectible plates in Matt's mom's dining room cabinet seemed to rattle and shake each time she let out another shrieking cry.

Not that Steven heard the full brunt of Nell's screams given the python like grip her thighs had around his head. Maintaining the vacuum seal of his mouth around Nell's juicy cooch, even with the sensory deprivation, Stevie had a pretty good idea she was came from the way she began corkscrewing violently across the bed as she squeezed his head between her knees. It didn't stop him, however, from continuing his hungry onslaught until he'd made the married woman take the Lord's name in vain several more times. Only then did Stevie raise his drenched lips from her glowing and flarred fissure.

Whether she'd done it with her own hands or received a little help from the boys surrounding her, but sometime during the sexual melee the top of her sundress had been ripped down and both of Nell's ample breasts spilled free across her chest. Anticipating this moment for quite awhile, she'd started tanning nude during her weekly trips to the salon, and now each one of her tits looked like perfect, golden brown melons as they swayed with her every move.

Reaching down with her right hand and bringing her breast to her mouth, Nell rolled the tip of her tongue around the areola before taking the plump nub of her nipple between her lips, to the obvious delight of the young men stationed around her. The nipple fattened even more in her mouth when she looked up and saw how the sheen of her release coated Steven Ocello's entire handsome face. Impulsively, Nell then lowered her left hand down rubbed hard at her smoldering cunt.

"Somebody hurry up and fuck me," she begged, rocking her hips savagely off the bed just to show her heightened desperation.

That's when she locked eyes with the fourth boy of the group, the tall and tatted-up one Matt decided on his own to invite along. Her blood rushing with icy anticipation, Nell felt her heart thudding in her chest when she saw the way the other three boys seemed to laugh, as if sharing an inside joke. Silence once again settled in the room as the nameless boy crept closer. 

Nell soon understood why...

Part 3 to come...



Revel in the Abandon Ch. 03



Her heart palpitating from the concussive aftershocks of her orgasm, Antonella Capuano showed absolutely no shame for the fork in the road she'd chosen. Making sustained eye contact with each of the boys surrounding her, Nell's freshly eaten pussy buzzed like a hive of angry bees as the guy of the four she didn't know stepped to the foot of the bed.

That palpitating heart of Nell's nearly stopped when Anthony Villareal reached into his shorts and pulled out his cock.

Anthony had moved to Newport, ironically enough, just a few months after the Capuanos were forced to leave. He'd spent his whole life living in the Bronx, but a spate of trouble his Junior year of high school forced Anthony's mom to send him to Rhode Island to live with his uncle. Unlike the other three boys, he had no memory of Nell Capuano, so it came as quite a shock when Matt Bivens interrupted Anthony's basketball game and pulled him aside to ask if he'd like to tag along and help gangbang a complete stranger.

It hadn't exactly been a smooth transition for Anthony. Moving during the middle of your high school years is never easy, and doing it to a place like bucolic Rhode Island was about as far of a stretch one could imagine from the Bronx streets he'd always called home. Over time, even with the occasional misstep, he'd made it work.

Twenty now and in fantastic shape, Anthony spent most of the afternoons schooling the local boys out on the basketball courts. It wasn't hard to see why considering Anthony was 6-5 and most of the locals topped out at 6 foot 1 or 2. Add in the fact that he'd honed his skills on the blacktops of NYC, and balling with the kids in Rhode Island just wasn't a fair fight.

There were other aspects about Anthony's presence that just wasn't fair to everyone else either. There are precious few secrets in a locker room, and it hadn't taken long after his arrival at school for the reputation to get around that Anthony was hung like a prized stallion. As time wore on, and girls gossiped, also the reputation for really knowing how to use it.

Thus, most of the local boys did what they could to keep their girlfriends as far away as possible from the new guy in town. There were even some insinuations tying Anthony with two of the teachers from the high school, but most chalked that up to simple, locker room braggadocio.

"There's this woman who use to live here..I went to school with her son before they moved. She's come back to town and wants to hook-up with a couple of guys..thought I'd see if you wanted to come along?" Anthony remembered Matt Bivens asking him.

Anthony laughed, jokingly at first, before he realized Matt was serious after he'd gone into some detail about the blow job the woman had given him in her car.

"Your full of shit!! Is she hot?" Anthony smiled.

"Hot enough," Matt chuckled.

"You coming?" he added, before nodding in the direction of the other two boys he'd assembled.

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Nell Capuano had a big mouth, both literally and figuratively. Full blooded Italian, when she decided to make a point and be heard above the crowd, she had no problem. Often after a few drinks, she could easily drown out the surroundings when she laughed or told an especially juicy story. In all her life however, she'd never had someone put a cork in that mouth the way Anthony Villareal had.

As mesmerized as she was when he first pulled his dick free, Nell soon realized the young man wasn't even all the way hard yet. Watching as his plump appendage swung like a summer sausage as he put his right knee up on the bed, Nell tensed and put her palms flat on the sheets as the towering 20 year old took his place on top of her. Feeling the lean muscles of his thighs grinding against her soft flesh as he straddled her waist, the air went right out of Nell when he took the ample mass of her breasts in his hands and shoved them together around his beefy shaft. It wasn't long before Anthony had used her titties to pump his manhood to its full and frightening proportions.

Nell Capuano may as well have tried ingesting a tennis ball whole. Even with her jaws unhinged as wide as she could, which with her was an impressive feat, Anthony's cock was still far more than she could handle. Wrapping both her hands around the veiny monster and trying to hold it steady, Nell's big brown eyes exploded with vivid shock when the young stud hurled his groin forward.

"OH GOD!!!" she couldn't help but gasp, pulling her mouth away and sucking in several full deep breaths before trying to accommodate his pulsing girth again.

Even though the other three boys who knew Nell had shared the drive over from the park with her knowing the implication of what was about to happen, even seen with their own eyes Steven Ocello go down on her minutes earlier, they still didn't truly grasp the gravitas of the situation until they saw Anthony nakedly grinding on top of the married woman's willing but overmatched mouth.

If they didn't already have wood before, JJ, Steven and Matt's pricks were all standing at full attention by the time Nell submitted to her forbidden lust. Crowding closer, as if drawn in by the magnetism rising from the bodies on the bed, the three boys gently extended their hands and touched Nell bare skin in unison, each absorbing the glorious strain sizzling from her pores.

While having an assembled audience certainly added a layer of exhibitionistic intrigue for Anthony, his full focus was on the older woman cowering below as she tried once again getting her lips around his chiseled phallus. Nell certainly gave it a good go, but like most every other woman Anthony had been with (including that one teacher the rumors had been true about), getting his cock all the way in her mouth and trying to deepthroat him was going to be fruitless.

Playfully giving Mrs. Capuano a few more chances to bathe his manhood on her drooling palate, Anthony finally pulled back and bounced the underside of his imposing shaft, first on Nell's chin then on each of her soft, cushiony breasts. Easing his left hand between Nell's thighs with his left hand as he teased her with his cock with his right, Anthony kneaded his fingers through her simmering and soaked slit.

"Spread your legs," he looked deep into her eyes and groaned, which she did without hesitation.

Nearly a foot taller, Anthony seemed to envelope Nell when he settled down on top of her. Resting on the inside of her chubby left thigh, he pushed her right further apart before shoving the mallet shaped head of his prick right into the petals of her pink and glistening quim.

"HO...HO...HOL....HOOOOOLLLY SHIT!!" Nell gasped and whimpered, her toes curling as if she'd just been hit by a locomotive.

The fact that she'd given birth to two boys proved the elasticity of that part of her body, but it had been a very long time since she'd felt anything like what Anthony was unleashing inside her. The other three boys a hazy blur as she seemingly drifted in and out of consciousness, Nell reached up with both palms and caressed them against Anthony's rock solid chest as he burrowed his beastly penis forward.

Burying himself deeper one excruciating milimeter at a time, Anthony spat down on the shaft of his cock, as if the saliva would somehow buffer its voyage inside her. Clamping his right hand tight around Nell's left tit, Anthony used his left to steady his dick as he patiently and ruthlessly impaled her.

Feeling one of the other boys kissing her on the neck and shoulder, Nell swooned as the other two groped her on each side. Then something happened she, to this day, still couldn't explain. Flexibility had never been Nell's calling card. Her brain had become so scrambled from what Anthony was doing to her, Nell almost thought she'd morphed into another, much younger and pliable, woman when she felt both her legs being wrenched out to each side of her head.

Rocking her head back and forth on the pillow, Nell could see Matt on her right and Steven on her left, each forcing a leg of hers as far back as they could.

"They're creating an alley for Anthony...," the vision clicked in Nell's head just before the boy on top of her began to viciously screw downward.

"GODDAMNIT...SHIT!!" Nell cried each time Anthony hit home, followed quickly by an appreciative grunt from him when she squeezed her cunt tight around his pillaging spear.

If it took the boys involved awhile to soak in that all this was real, it didn't truly didn't register for Nell until she felt a stranger's cock stabbing places inside her no man ever had. All the teasing and flirting she'd done over the past year or so had been to fill her empty need for attention. Even going back to her old hometown and seducing a couple of the local boys off the basketball courts had been an exercise to push her boundaries and stroke the dark side of her self esteem. Considering the friction Anthony's dick was creating in her womb as he sawed it in and out of her, Nell knew she'd got way more than she'd bargained for.

Like a skier overwhelmed by an avalanche, Nell knew there was no chance of fighting the deluge, even if she'd wanted. Each of her legs pinned back by the two boys flanking her, the 20 year old Adonis on top of Nell began pistoning down with blinding fury until her only recourse was clenching her hands around his back and digging her freshly manicured nails into the tanned and tattooed muscles of Anthony's back.

Clawing at the young man's flesh as he claimed his stake inside her, Nell shook her head side to side until her long, tangled hair had pretty much covered her face. Biting her lower lip and gasping each time Anthony drove his cock home, several strands of Nell's hair would blow comically into the air above her parched lips.

Raking her right hand across her face to rid herself of the itch from her mask of hair, when Nell got her first clear look up, there was JJ Gentry's face staring down. Having long lost track of everyone else around her, instinctively she'd thought she felt another presence on the bed a few minutes earlier. Given her current condition, it had rapidly skipped her mind. When she got a clear view upwards however, there were the same eyes that had started this whole ordeal four years earlier.

With Anthony on top of her, and Matt and Steven holding her legs apart, JJ had taken the liberty of stepping up to the top of the bed and kneeling down so that his thighs were bracketing Nell's spinning head. 

JJ would never have a clue why Nell had invited him along for this illicit rendezvous. He wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but he did clearly feel the heat of her intent when she looked up and locked gazes. When he swung his fully aroused penis around and bounced it up and down on Mrs. Capuano's mouth, she more than happily obliged and lavished it even as Anthony threw everything he could at her.

Even though JJ didn't quite measure up to Anthony, swallowing his cock given the ungodly angle still proved to be a sturdy challenge. Feeling JJ pin her shoulders down with his hands, Nell used muscles in her neck she never knew she had trying to suck him off.

It wasn't long before he was fucking Nell's mouth with the same fervor Anthony was pounding her pussy. The tornadic whirlwind of Nell's exhales washing over his cock each time she exhaled, JJ used his right hand to wipe the hair away from the married woman's forehead once again. The entire time Nell's pupils never wavered as they stared deep into his.

As if all that sensory overload wasn't enough, Matt and Steven loosened their grip on her legs in what seemed eerie unison, then knelt down to each side of the bed. Locking her ankles around the small of Anthony's now sweaty back, in essence beckoning him to pile-drive her deeper, a trillion tiny goosebumps welled across her chest and arms when the boys to her left and right leaned forward and began kissing her breasts. Continuing to lather JJ's prick as Anthony torpedoed deep into her belly, Nell reached out and rubbed her fingers through Steven and Matt's hair as they greedily suckled her bosom. It wasn't long before Nell's entire body had all but disappeared beneath the four young studs.

Her nipples having grown to the size of grapes as the boys rolled them between their tongues and teeth, Nell trembled on the sheets feeling them softly massage her swaying tits. The shred of euphoric calm was quickly shattered when the intensity of Anthony's grunts rose from his throat. Feeling his gigantic cock twitch and jerk as it gouged at her vaginal chasm, Nell braced for the inevitable.

Allowing JJ's dick to spill free from her lips to relieve some of the pressure building inside her, she watched him begin to stroke the spit soaked cylinder right above her eyes as he surveyed the debaucherous landscape below. As if the stimulation already coursing through her wasn't enough, just before Anthony came, one of the boy sucking her breasts reached down and brazenly pinched at her clit, sending Nell into hysterics.

The virile, sloshing paste of Anthony's nut filling her churning womb, Nell thrashed for nearly a minute beneath the four boys until the warmth of JJ's seed rained down across her face. His heavy balls resting on her forehead as he pumped the sticky white load from his cock, Nell laid there in delirious silence, staring straight up at the boy who'd started it all as he drained his wicked cream.

Nell's pussy fizzed and bubbled like an uncorked bottle of champagne when Anthony pulled backwards. The vacuum created by the gaping trail he left caused Nell to quickly shove her hand down to her overwrought vagina. Most women wouldn't have wanted anyone, or anything, touching that spot but it was clear she'd changed into something not quite human on that bed.

"Someone hurry up and fuck me...please hurry up and fuck me," Nell begged as she smacked at the semen drenched pulp of her reddened labia with her right hand.

As if he dropped from Heaven, Steven Ocello crouched between her quivering thighs and did just that.

The stained outline of her arousal still fresh on Steven's face, Nell reached down and grabbed the boy's proudly swaying erection, pumping the slightly upturned shaft with her right hand and slapping at her vaginal gateway with her left. Given the path Anthony had already blazed, Steven would have had to blind to miss the opening on the first try.

He may as well have stabbed his cock into a freshly made custard pie given what Nell had just been through. The frothy ejaculate Anthony had just deposited bubbled out around Steven's dick each time he lanced the thing deeper into her welcoming womb.

"I've always dreamt of doing this," Steven leaned down and whispered into Nell's ear, the boyish innocence in his voice belying the primal eagerness of what he was doing.

Hearing such a taboo admission sent an electrical jolt through Nell's core. Pressing her forehead tightly against the youngster's flexing bicep, Nell wrapped her legs around his back and fucked Steven as if she'd dreamt of it several times too.

Steadily building up speed on top of Nell, Steven couldn't resist squeezing her tits as he ratcheted up his thrusts. Plowing the older woman as if he'd been saving it for years, Stevie prayed he wouldn't blow his load before he'd milked everything from her he could. An endeavor made somewhat easier by how loose Anthony's assault had made her.

Not seeing Matt for the moment, Steven did catch a glance of Anthony and JJ out of the corner of his eye. Both were lounging in separate chairs lining the bedroom, each content for the time being to watch Steven do his thing as they recovered from their own initial release.

Feeling such a sense of dominance and control each time Nell gushed when he pounded down, Steven decided if this was going to be his only time ever fucking the woman, he was going to do it on his terms. Burying his sword to the hilt, he grabbed Nell by the waist, first rolling to his right then flipping the married woman until she was riding him cowgirl style.

"Mary.... Mother of Jesus," Stevie Ocello cried like the good Catholic boy he was, struck to no end by the surreal sight of Nell's oversized breasts, tangled hair and wild, expressive eyes as she anxiously began slamming her cunt down on the concrete slab of his cock.

"Like being in the front row at an IMAX show," was the only thing Steven could relate the over-the-top clarity of what he was witnessing above.

Locking hands with Nell as she thrashed on top of him, Steven hurled his thin frame upwards until it appeared as if their two bodies had melded into one.

"YEEESSS STEVEN..GIVE IT TO ME......GIVE IT TO ME!!" Nell cried, her face directly above his as she jerked and spun her crotch on top of him.

Dropping her sweaty forehead on top of his, Nell reached down and rubbed her fingers through Steven's short black hair, raking her nails across his scalp as he drilled deeper inside her.

"Cum inside me Steven...hurry up..cum inside me," she shamelessly whispered into his ear before pressing her lips against his.

Her chest resting heavily on top of his, Steven reached out and closed his hands tight around Nell's churning rear end, slamming her down hard on his jutting manhood as the lava-like warmth began to build inside his balls.

"YES...YES......GODDAMMITTT..FUCK ME HARD STEVEN FUCKMEHAARRDDDDDD," Nell wailed, mascara soaked tears streaming down her cheek as the boy below responded like a prodded racehorse.

"GGRRR....GRRR..GGGRRAAAHHHH... GGRRAAAHHHH," he groaned until his cock burst, spewing his boiling lust deep into Nell.

Keeping up his frantic rhythm, knowing from the pace and urgency of Nell's rapid breaths she was on the verge of release as well, Steven aimed the uniquely shaped head of his penis and drove it repeatedly into the married woman's G-spot.

Nell wasn't the first woman to cum on top of Steven, and she wasn't the first to pretty much lose all control of her bodily functions when she did. Laying there trapped beneath Nell's quivering and cursing shell, Steven sensed something had thrown even more accelerant on the woman's already raging fire. When Steven pushed Nell's hair out of the way and peeked over shoulder, he saw Matt standing at the foot of the bed. It didn't take long to get a good idea what cruelly ingenious thing his friend had done.

In an inspired act of sadistic precision, just as Nell began to tip towards release, Matt stepped up to the bed and skewered his middle finger straight into Nell's exposed anus. Instantly seeing the way her entire lower body lurched like jack-knifing rig, Matt calmly steadied his hand and twisted his flared digit down to the second knuckle. Savoring the way the muscles of her rectum clenched and constricted from her violent orgasmic tremors, Matt kept the finger buried in place until Nell was a hot, sticky and whimpering mess on top of his long time pal, even raising one of the beers he'd brought back from the fridge, in salute, when he made eye contact with Steven.

As if to accentuate his good will, Matt then rested the ice cold bottle of Corona down on Nell's spinal column.

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Lounging around the room like players resting up during halftime, the four boys watched Nell drink her beer as she sprawled out on her belly across the center of the bed. Just as there had been relative silence during their drive over from the park, hardly a word was spoken in the bedroom. There just weren't a lot of words to adequately describe what had just happened. So everyone just drank and pondered the rest of the afternoon until it was clear Nell was ready for more.

Tossing his empty bottle down on his cluttered desk when he sensed she was, Matt edged around to the far side of his cockeyed mattress and helped the woman who'd seduced him to her car an hour or so earlier, up to her knees.




Revel in the Abandon Ch. 03



Standing on the floor with Nell on all fours in front of him, Matt could feel the heat simmering from the radiant bloom of her freshly carved vagina. Guiding his dick towards her beckoning slit, Matt prepared to add to the sperm count already inundating the married woman's womb. Giving a wry smile to the three boys looking on, Matt pierced his dick inside Nell, grabbed her waist and hurled his groin all the way forward.

"MMMMMMMWWWWHHAAAAAAHHH!!" Nell squealed, her outstretched arms visibly shaking as she supported herself on the untethered and mangled sheets below.

The brief respite allowed Matt a chance to process Nell's unbelievably provocative actions. He knew there were women out there that allowed themselves such vividly depraved fantasies, had even heard a few rumors about some of the local women who gladly put those fantasies into action. To actually be smack-dab in the middle of such a scenario left Matt a tad numb and bewildered. Like a soldier never knowing quite how he's going to react when the bullets start flying for real, Matt surprised even himself by how gallantly he'd answered the call. If the married mother of two was determined to submit to his carnal desires, who was Matt to refuse. 

Easing the tips of both thumbs into the puckered opening of Nell's tight anal rim, Matt ever so gently tugged the ring apart as he continued to plow his cock into her pussy.

"OOHHHH SHIT..MOTHERRRRRRRRFUCK," Nell winced from Matt's duel penetration. 

Slamming her rear end backwards against Matt's embedded dick and thumbs, a wave of adrenaline rose in her chest when she saw the three boys who'd been watching all stand and step closer.

"This is so fucking twisted," Nell marveled, shaking her head side to side as three virile young men stood stark naked in front of her, their erections swaying beautifully before her eyes as she willingly endured the Matt's unwavering inquisition.

Admiring Nell's dexterity in attending simultaneously to his three friends, it made Matt fuck her that much harder from behind. Walking his knees up on the bed so he could drive his hips forward with full force, Matt watched Nell flail for the three cocks with her mouth, looking like a lust-drunk woman bobbing for apples.

JJ was in the center, with Anthony to his left and Steven to his right. An equal opportunist, Nell showed no favor, lavishing each of the vastly different members in front of her with wet kisses and snarling grunts of approval. Matt did note the definite strain that rippled through Nell's body each time she tried taking Anthony's massive cock between her lips, however. So much, in fact, that he could feel an extra spasm of her vagina each time the head of Anthony's beast disappeared inside her mouth.

"She's like an starving animal who just escaped the zoo," Matt noted as he observed the ferocity Nell attacked Anthony's cock.

What Matt didn't pick-up as much on with JJ, as well as Steven, was the loving care Nell took when their turns at fellatio came up, as if she was determined to digest every morsel of joy from a fantasy long deferred.

Matters of such subtlety weren't exactly the coin of Matt's realm. Ten full minutes of pounding his dick into Nell's cum-soaked depths and he was ready to add his seed to it. Digging his fingers into Nell's fleshy asscheeks, Matt kept his thumbs anchored inside her rectum as he slammed his groin hard into her raised backside. The castoff of her arousal splashing out in all directions each time their bodies collided, Matt's head finally rocked back and he filled his bedroom with the ear splitting echo of his victorious release. 

His second load within the hour deposited inside the 42 year old woman, Matt peeled back and dismounted Nell, giving that jiggling ass of her's one more good smack before turning to grab a fresh beer.

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It wasn't a matter of planning, simply the serendipity of the moment playing out this way. JJ was the only one who hadn't had a chance to fuck Nell. Helping the married woman onto her back as the three other boys went out to grab a smoke, young Mr. Gentry crawled between her legs to bring this whole sordid chain full circle.

"I'm glad I got to save you for last," Nell sighed into JJ"s ear once she'd wrapped her right arm around his shoulder and pulled him down on top of her.

Once he'd penetrated her, Nell showed the young man just how much she meant those words when she added her second arm to the first, as if literally trying to pull him all the way inside her.

Having no clue he was the main reason she'd made the pilgrimage back to Rhode Island, JJ certainly couldn't have guessed how many times Nell had gratified herself to his image on a computer, or her memory of his lone eye peering at her through that fence. JJ definitely would never know how often Nell had fantasized about this very moment, allowing him to bury his manhood in her womb as she stared unflinchingly into his dark, stoic eyes.

Without the other three boys in the room, it was as if Nell coaxed JJ to make love to her rather than the brutal display of outright fucking she'd encouraged from the initial trio. These next few minutes were exactly what Nell had made the cross country trip for.

Concentrating her efforts on exploring every crater and nook of JJ's body as he built his momentum inside her, Nell first stole a look at him on top of her in the mirror to the right, and just how beautifully perfect their reflection seemed.

Gliding her fingers over his sculpted cheekbones, Nell traced them down the coiled and pumping veins of his neck before closing her palms tight around the width of his powerful shoulders. Sliding her fingernails every so softly down the chiseled topography of his upper arms, Nell rubbed them across all the muscles firing like well oiled machinery in his back.

"That's it Baby..fuck me hard then fuck me slow...hard then slow," Nell kissed him assuringly on the cheek as he plowed her pussy in perfect pitch.

Feeling JJ alternately grunt and tremble each time she swept her caress a little lower, Nell rotated those ruby red nails of hers all the way down to JJ's rear and massaged the sinewy firmness of his rapidly grinding buttocks.

"OH GOD MRS. CAPUANO...I've always wanted to do this," she heard his admission, the goosebumps on his flesh clear and present as he pressed his body down on top of her.

Continuing to grope her palms across JJ's hammering ass, goosebumps littered her skin as well from the added, illicit jolt of him calling her 'Mrs. Capuano' as he fucked so brazenly on one of his friend's bed.

As with any guy, there had been quite a few women around the neighborhood that had struck JJ's fancy growing up. Nell Capuano certainly qualified. Unlike so many of the waspy and waifish middle aged divas populating his suburban teenage bliss however, Nell exuded an exotic vivaciousness and raw sexuality that turned most any head. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think she'd be catering to his every libidinal whim.

He had been there that day along with several other boys in the Henley's back yard, each taking turns stealing peeks through the fence at Nell reading her book by the pool. To think that JJ won the cosmic lottery of actually being the one looking when she happened to look up would have been too much for his testosterone soaked brain to fathom.

Looking over to the mirror on Matt's nightstand, just as Nell had a few moments earlier, JJ was struck as well at how luridly perfect their carnal union seemed. To be there on top of her, feeling every movement, big or small, coming from Nell's body as she shifted now in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, JJ may as well have scaled Everest or walked on the Moon from the glow of accomplishment he felt hearing the woman below cry his name in full throat as she came.

Hearing the shrieks rising through the house must have stirred the other three boys back to the bedroom, each arriving in time to see Nell's legs cinch like the tentacles of a riled octopus around JJ's back just before she bit down hard on his meaty shoulder.

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Having secured the harmonic moment of romanticized gratification that had been building inside her for years, seeing the other boys stroll back into the room, Nell was more than content to let JJ put on a show for them. Sinking her nails into each side of his waist, Nell eased her lips up to JJ's left ear and essentially told him to 'release the hounds'.

Turning quickly to see his three comrades fanning out across the room, JJ dug his toes into the mattress like a sprinter getting on his mark, pressed his hands down tight on Nell's and unleashed his brute fury inside her.

"Come on JJ..tear me up!! I know you've wanted to fuck me for a long long time..here's your chance right now..make me your bitch!! Make me your bitch right here in front of all these other guys!!" Nell prodded, loving the effect her coarse words had on JJ's exhaustive efforts.

Invigorated by the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead down to hers, Nell looked right into his eyes and gave him a big, scary grin.

"That's right...pin my shoulders down Baby...fuck my pussy hard..fuck it like you own it...I want every single one of these guys watching to remember the sounds you made me make for the rest of their fucking lives..I want you to remember what my legs felt like wrapped around your back and the way my pussy quivered when you shot your wad inside me...come on JJ..bust another nut inside me!!" Nell continued her crude verbal assault, loving the way the other three guys' cocks all bulged as they watched her prod JJ towards the finish line.

"YEAH...why don't all three of you jack off watching this..that's the image I want to see every time I close my eyes..all of you jacking off watching me," she spat up to the assembled throng before turning her attention back to JJ.

Sure enough, Anthony, Steven and Matt all took their raw and throbbing pricks in their hand and did just as Nell had commanded 

Cranking backwards slightly, to get a better thrusting angle as well as have a better view at the rapturous landscape before him, JJ ransacked Nell's vaginal canal, egged on by the flammability of her desperate pleas. Seeing the three other guys jacking off right above Nell's face, JJ filled with obscene power knowing he was the one turning her to jelly there on the center of the bed.

If there was one image that would stay with JJ for eternity was the way Nell's huge breasts bounced like two wild animals across her chest each time he drove another violent thrust home.

"She's gonna knock herself out," JJ was dumbstruck, seeing the way Nell's own melon-like orbs repeatedly pounded her chin. yet she made no attempt to shield herself, only urging him on that much harder.

All she kept sneering was, "FUCK ME JJ..FUCK ME GOOD...FUCK MR HARD..GIVE ME YOUR CUM," which he soon did in spades.

Toppling like a fallen redwood down on Nell's cushy bosom, JJ continued to grind forward with short and brutal stabs until every drop of semen in his seizing balls had been added to the steaming mixture already brewing inside her womb.

His deposit complete, JJ laid there on top of Nell, overcome by a temporary orgasmic paralysis until he was finally able to lean to his right and fall off to the side.

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Just as it had on the trip over from the park, silence reigned in the room. Looking down between the crevice of her heaving breasts, Nell admired JJ's rubbery prick as it dangled along his inner thigh, saturated completely with their shared juices. Studying the other three men in the room as they hovered above, all three still stroking their cocks just as she'd envisioned many times, Nell bathed in the warmth of their collective efforts, the residue of which now firmly planted in her coital channel. 

THE END

Thanks for reading!! 



Revelation 01 – Thursday



Dear Readers,

It became evident that the naming convention I used for this series was faulty. I pulled all the chapters, made a slight change in the name, combined chapters so that each chapter covered one day and resubmitted the series. I've made some slight changes in the stories, mostly phraseology and grammar but the series has not been otherwise changed.

Please note that the underlying theme of this series is adult incest. While each chapter varies as to the category of sex scenes contained, this series will continue to be reflected in the INCEST category.

I hope this eases your reading, as it will my writing. I sincerely hope you enjoy my effort to express my own desires and fantasies.

I'm always open to criticisms and suggestions.

chiefx39

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Revelation: 1 – Thursday

"Ken, I'm feeling a little stiff and out of sorts. I really think I need one of your massages. Why don't you give me one?" Karen, my wife of 4 years, smiled at me and raised her eyebrows in a questioning look.

"Now? Here? Exactly what king of a massage are you thinking of?"

"Sure, and why not? My regular massage."

Thinking fast, I said, "Well, two things come to mind, first, we don't have a proper bench and second, we don't have any massage oils or cream." I was temporizing and both of us knew it. I was not about to give Karen a massage with our mothers in the same room!

Karen looked over at her mother and asked, "Mom, do you still have that massage table and some massage oil squirreled away in the gym?"

Kate paused in the process of putting her bikini top back on, looked up, somewhat confused and said, "As a matter of fact I do. But, what do you want a massage table for?"

"I feel a little out of sorts and stiff and Ken is going to give me a massage. He is very good at giving massages, aren't you Hon?" And she gave me that sultry, sexy look that tells me that she will get her way!

"Well, I.........Uh, Kate, You have a massage table? I don't remember ever seeing one."

"What is this about a massage?" asked my mother.

"Seems that my daughter wants your son to give her a massage. Did you know that Ken gives massages?"

"No. Something he 'picked up in college', no doubt? But if he is any good maybe he can give us all a massage. How about that Ken, are you a good masseur?"

"Well, I...."

"Oh, he is good, very good! I make him give me a massage at least once a week. It's very relaxing, you should try it."

The whole time this exchange was taking place I was just standing there like a dunce at a loss how to try and manage what was quickly becoming a catastrophe. What in the hell was going through Karen's head?

"Well, Ken, the massage table is a portable model that I bought when Josie and I were going through our 'reduction' program. Our personal trainer was a certified masseur as well. You'll find it in the storage closet off the gym and there may even be some massage oil as well." Finished with putting her top back on she said, "Karen, come with me and we'll bring it up, it's not all that heavy but it is a little bulky."

"So, my dear son, tell me about your new career as a masseur. Are you thinking of switching careers, or is this just a thing between you and Karen, hmmm"? Mom looked at me with a smirk on her face, her hands on her hips and topless! I found it hard to look her in the eyes!

Trying to regain control of what I perceived as a quickly deteriorating situation I finally managed to look Mom in the face and said, coherently "No, I'm not thinking of switching careers, it is just something I picked up in college. It's no big deal, not at all. But I'm very interested in hearing about your personal trainer who was also a certified masseur. How old was he, what did he look like, how often did he give you massages, and was he any good?"

She chuckled, "Those are things which I do not intend to discuss with you at this time. Besides, we were talking about you and your massages anyway."

"Hey, Babe, look at this." Kate and Karen returned with the massage table and a box. I'm no professional but the table was, a Golden Ratio Master Bodyworker and the box contained an unopened gallon container of BioTone Dual Purpose Crème. Nice! 

"Well, ladies, this is a very good table and the massage crème is excellent too." Looking at my Mom with what I hoped was a leer; I said, "Appears your certified masseur had good taste." To which my mother stuck her tongue out at me.

We opened the table and dusted it off. I set the height for 29 inches and adjusted the headrest to Karen's preference. I started to move it out in the center of the room but Karen interrupted. "No, Babe, lets move it over here." With that she pulled the table over and placed it so that the end of the table was pointed directly at the bar with about 4 feet separation between the bar stools and the table. I was beginning to see what Karen had in mind; I really didn't want to do this.

Having no more excuses that I could quickly think of I turned to Karen and giving her what I hoped was a no-nonsense look suggested that we both empty our bladders before starting and also get some towels or something to put on top of the table cushion and her. Maybe I could still talk some sense into her if I got her alone for a few minutes.

With a goofy grin on her face she nodded her agreement and as we turned to go I said, "Mom, if you are making drinks would you make a martini for Karen and an Absolut and tonic for me?"

Mom said, "Sure. Kate what'll you have?

In the bathroom, I said, "Karen, have you completely lost your mind, what in the hell do you think you are doing? You actually want me to give you, not just any massage, but one of your massages with our parents in the same room watching us?"

"Why not? I suspect that they will more than enjoy watching you give me a massage."

"They'll enjoy it or you'll enjoy it? I'm just not sure, this just seems...well weird is the best word I can think of." 

"Yeh, well maybe a little out of the ordinary but I don't think I would exactly call it weird. Watching you ogle your Mom and mine this afternoon was out of the ordinary but not weird. Come on, Babe, why not? Trust me, it will be okay, I promise."

"This afternoon was both out of the ordinary and weird. But I hope you're right. Please, you don't really want your 'regular' massage. Wouldn't it be better if we just went with a straight massage?"

"No, my regular massage and, if anything, make it a bit more erotic. I want to show off your talents and I want to see how our mothers will react."

"You do? Well I'll tell you how they'll react, they will get up, walk out of the room and forbid us from ever setting foot in this house again, that's how they'll react."

"Oh, stop it. You are acting like a juvenile. Now, start acting like a big boy and let's get to that massage." She patted me condescendingly on the cheek and left the bathroom.

The four of us, Karen and her mother Kate, along with me, and my mother 

Josie had spent most of the day sunbathing on the deck and swimming in Kate's pool. At some point in the afternoon, Karen decided that she wanted a tan without any lines left by her bikini top. So, she took it off. This didn't really surprise me as Karen is a bit of an exhibitionist. However, I was very surprised when Kate also removed her top and then, eventually, so did my mother. For me, this was a very interesting and stimulating development. I mean here I was trying to maintain my cool while; just feet away from me were my wife, my mother and my mother lying topless in front of me. Damn!

Then, as it started to get cooler toward the evening hours, we came in the house to have a drink and something to eat. That was about 90 minutes ago. Even after we came back in the ladies remained topless. I had a hard time trying to concentrate on what I was eating. I think I bit my tongue at least twice. Now, to makes matters even more complicated, my wife wants me to give her a massage, not just any old massage, no thank you, but one of 'her' massages with our mothers watching.

Kate, my mother, is a photographer/videographer. She lives in an older part of the county in a home that has been passed down in her family since the 1800's. It was built out of native stone in roughly the center of 15.5 acres of some of the prettiest wilderness in the county. Along with the house and land, She inherited quite a sum of money from her parents and her husband. Kate had only been married 6 months when her husband died of a heart attack. He never lived long enough to see his daughter born and Kate never remarried. 

She has undertaken major additions to the original house including adding a complete new wing on the house containing her office, filming studio and home theatre on the first floor, a gym in the basement and a guest suite on the second floor. She has also added a 40 x 60 deck that butts up to a ½ scale Olympic sized pool. Also built into the deck is a hot tub that holds 12. Off to one side of the deck is a pool house that contains two guest rooms upstairs that can be converted to one large opulent suite, a nice recreation room/bar/lounge on the ground floor and a basement for all the pumps and machinery for the pool. The external architecture of these additions is in keeping with the original architecture of the house and also constructed out of native stone.

Oh, yes, I almost forgot that she also had the original carriage house behind the main house remodeled (inside only to keep the original external architecture, thank you) to be able to park up to 6 cars out of sight and out of the weather. The carriage house in now connected to the main house by an enclosed and heated walk.

As a professional Kate is quite well known, not only for her commercial work for some major and minor corporations and companies, which commands good money, but also for her passion (no pun intended) for artistic erotica. Her work is in great demand and is presently being shown in several galleries around the Country, including the local Galther Gallery. She is also known in some exclusive circles for her personalized erotic videos and stills made on commission for a discerning clientele.

Diminutive at 5' 4" and 125 pounds, Kate is quite outgoing, friendly and gregarious with a wry sense of humor. And, while not a raving beauty, is certainly a very attractive 46-year old woman who keeps herself in really fine shape. She also happens to be my mother's best friend and a wonderful mother.

Her daughter, Karen and I met in college in History 101. We started dating almost immediately and, 4 years later, after graduation we were married. Karen is 26 but she could easily pass for a 20-year old. In many ways, Kate and Karen are so alike that if Kate was a bit younger or Karen a bit older, they could easily pass for sisters but not twins.

Karen is about the same size as her mother at 5'4", 121 pounds. She has black hair, black eyes and an olive complexion dictated by her mother's Greek ancestry. Karen is striking. Not only is she very attractive, but she also has a vicious wit and an unconscious sense of presence and poise. When she is in the room, she automatically becomes the center of attention. I have to admit that I am completely smitten with Karen and after our first meeting decided that there was no way that I was ever gonna lose her to someone else so I married her first chance we got.

Me? I'm a nondescript 28 year old with brown hair and brown eyes. I'm about 5'10" and 165 pounds in reasonably good shape but certainly no Adonis. Karen tells me that I am "handsome, in a cute sort of way." I've never been able to get her to define what that means but I'll take her word for it. She loves me and that's enough for me.

My mother Josie is 51. I was born the year after she graduated college as a behavioral psychologist. Until I was 14, she was a stay-at-home Mom. Once I was in high school she returned to work part-time and then, 4 years later, just after I graduated Dad was killed in an industrial accident. It hit both of us very hard but for Mom is was especially difficult. For several years after that she mourned. She quit work and did little else but feel sorry for herself. I had already enlisted in the Army and for the next two years, was stationed overseas. I made sure I called Mom at least weekly but was not much help to her. During that period Mom leaned heavily on our family for support, especially her sister Jill, otherwise I doubt if she would have made it.

Mom is 5'6", a natural blonde with a baby doll face and figure. Her normal weight is about 115-120 pounds, but during that period after Dad died, she had ballooned to 170 pounds and looked and dressed much older than she was. After being discharged I came home to help out and, on scholarship, entered college close to home so that I could at least get home a couple of times a month. My being able to get home and Aunt Jill's visits helped out. But when I met Karen, I didn't say anything about our relationship to Mom because I didn't want to add anymore to the load she was carrying and I was afraid of jinxing a good thing.

Fortunately Karen's home and mine are only about ¾ to an hour driving distance apart. After freshman year, when Karen and I were home for the summer, we each told our mothers about our relationship. After a long phone conversation between Josie and Kate, it was decided that it would be a good idea for all of us to get together and get to know each other. Kate invited Mom and me over for a cookout and swim. Thankfully, Kate and Mom hit it off from the very start and it was shortly after the cookout that Mom decided to try and shed her extra weight and get back into some sort of shape. She joined a local gym and made a gallant effort to get in shape but she didn't much like the gym or the attitude of the people there. It was at this point that Kate offered to let Mom work out at her house and set her up with her personal trainer. It only took Mom about 6 months to bring her weight back down to 115 pounds and to regain much of her old figure and personality. 

At our wedding, Mom looked terrific. As a matter of fact I probably spent as much time fending off the wolves hitting on my mother as I did lusting after my wife. Mom and Kate now work together. Mom draws on her knowledge of behavioral psychology and people in general to help Kate land contracts for commercial work and for shmoozing the clients. Kate and Mom are best friends. Now, with her weight loss and improved attitude and outlook, Mom could easily pass for being in her early 40 to mid 40's.

My wife Karen is a bit of a free spirit with an outgoing personality. She loves life and enjoys trying new things. We "fit" personality-wise even if we are of different temperaments. This results in some "very spirited" discussions and disagreements, we never go to bed mad at each other. Sexually, she is a warm and adventurous lover and, as I've already noted, has a bit of an exhibitionist streak, which she shows infrequently. Today is a good example. She has never before openly and directly exhibited herself to other people, especially our parents, but she does like to go around the house with little or nothing on and to 'innocently' flash once in a while in public. So, while somewhat surprised that she would remove her top while sunbathing with our mothers present, I wasn't shocked. 

However, it did come as a huge surprise that both our mothers would also remove their tops, especially, my mother who up to now, has always seemed to be somewhat more reserved and conservative than Kate. It appears that since becoming friends with Kate, she has begun to loosen up more. I'm going to have to keep a closer eye on that woman!

Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining, not at all. I did enjoy the sight of 3 pairs of nicely shaped and sized boobs on display especially since one pair belonged to my mother and another to my mother. I would have liked to spend some time loving each pair but only one pair "belonged" to me, the other two pair were outside my reach. Those pretty boobs got to me and I spent much of the afternoon trying to conceal a hardon and trying to decide whether my Mom and Kate also shave their pussies like Karen does. I suspect that I did not do a very good job of concealing the hardon because I was aware that all three of the ladies took note of the bulge in my suit and, under cover of their sunglasses, took time to size it up, so to speak.

Anyway, when Karen and I returned to the lounge with the towels, Mom had finished making the drinks and was just finishing putting her bikini top back on. Ignoring me and looking directly at Karen she said, "Are you sure that you want Kate and me to stay to observe Ken's technique or should we just leave you two in private?"

Having placed the beach towel on the table, and before I could say anything, Karen turned toward my mother and said, "No, Josie, I want you to stay, by all means. You will be impressed with your son's skills as a masseur, I promise you." Mom looked at Kate, who looked at Karen and me and nodded. Mom was standing, leaning on the bar with her left elbow and her drink in her right hand. Kate was sitting at the bar, legs crossed, leaning on it with her right elbow and a drink in her left hand. Both women had an 'ok, show me' look and posture.

Sensing a dead issue, I took a deep breath, another sip of my drink and said, "Okay, Babe, hop up on the table. One massage coming up."

Karen took a healthy slug of her drink, gave me a quick kiss and a grin and laid face down on the towel and made herself comfortable. I made the final adjustment to her headrest and took the other towel she had handed me and carefully draped it across her naked buttocks. Evidently the placement of the towel was not to Karen's liking. She reached down and pulled it higher on her buttocks. From Josie and Kate's vantage point the towel now didn't do much more than give the appearance of covering her. Each could easily see under the towel and had a fairly unrestricted view of Karen's shaved pussy. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kate look at Josie with a slight grin on her face and a raised eyebrow and Mom just smiled and shrugged in return.

Taking a healthy slug of my drink, I set the glass down on the bar, walked around to the head of the table, put some massage crème into my hands and rubbed my hands together. I took a deep breath and began the massage on Karen's neck.

While in college I took two elective courses in massage, one was the technique of Swedish massage and the other was Reflexology. I found that I actually liked giving massages and that I was pretty good at it. I was in constant demand throughout my junior and senior year as the guy to see if you had aches and pains or if you just wanted to have a relaxing hour.

While nothing I studied taught erotic techniques of massage, with Karen as my client I quickly discovered a few tricks that I could use to relax my female clients both physically and sexually. One reason I was so good at giving erotic massage was that I practiced regularly on Karen. After a time, and at Karen's suggestion I also practiced my techniques on several of Karen's girlfriends as well. In particular, Karen had a girlfriend named Gail who was somewhat overweight and not that attractive but who was a really nice person with a wonderful attitude and personality. Karen thought that since Gail rarely dated and had virtually no sex life, apart from her vibrator, I should occasionally "help" her out by giving her a 'relaxing' erotic massage. So, it more or less developed that once a week Karen and I would visit Gail and I would treat her to a massage, after which Gail would be 'completely' relaxed and satisfied. The only condition that Karen attached to her letting me practice on Gail was that she also had to be in the room for the massage. I know that watching me give Gail a massage turned Karen on and, I suspect, turned Gail on as well. Karen would sit and watch and her eyes would not leave my hands and what they were doing. Once in awhile I would see her lightly rubbing her breasts or her crotch while I was massaging Gail. In every case, after leaving Gail's room she would attack me when we got back to our apartment and the sex was wild and wonderful. So, not only was Karen a latent exhibitionist but also a voyeur as well.




Revelation 01 – Thursday



Finished with her neck, I moved over to Karen's left arm. I used Swedish techniques on the muscles of the shoulder, upper arm and forearm and Reflexology technique on her hands. Using Reflexology on her hands and feet causes Karen to act wiggly (as she describes it). She says it sometimes tickles and she can't help wiggling around a bit. A consequence of her wiggling in this case was that the towel covering her seemed to rise even more up off her buttocks, improving the view for our mothers. 

Knowing that Karen was making sure that our mothers could see her pussy and knowing that our mothers were watching with some interest began to work on me and I felt the beginning of a hardon. I still had my bathing suit on and while it was loose and somewhat baggy, it would do nothing to conceal the fact that my dick was getting hard. This is just what the hell I needed right now. When we came in from sunbathing I thought I had that under control but, as has been the case so many times in the past, Old George has a mind of his own when it comes to when he will wake up and stretch!

Okay, I had to cross over to the other side of the table to work on Karen's right arm. When giving a massage you should always remain in contact with the client when changing position. The rational way to cross over in this case was to move across to the other side by way of the head of the table and retain contact with Karen by keeping my hand at her shoulder blades mid-point of the back but that would put me in full frontal view of Mom and Kate. I could take the "long way" around by way of the foot of the table and that would put my back to the ladies. Head of the table – hardon is in view, foot of the table – not in view, okay, what the hell, head of the table it is!

I squared my shoulders and started around the table. I looked over at Mom and Kate and smiled. Kate nodded and smiled back. Mom looked at me, smiled and then let her eyes move down to look directly at my hardon. Found out! Well nothing to do but get on with the massage. Taking the time to apply more cream to my hands I worked on Karen's right shoulder, arm and hand. Again, more wiggling and more towel shifting.

During massage, as she relaxes, Karen tends to make soft moaning sounds when something I am doing feels especially good. Karen began to moan. I glanced out of the corner of my eyes to see how our mothers would react to Karen's moans. Both Kate and Josie exchanged looks and became even more attentive to what I was doing. Up to this point the massage had been routine and standard, by the book so to speak. However, from this point on things were going to deviate from textbook a bit.

I would normally move down to the foot of the table to work on Karen's lower back, back and sides. This gave me the best angle and I was able to make the deep muscle strokes by leaning slightly forward and using the heel of my hand in an upward and outward stroke followed by a softer downward and inward stroke using my palm and fingers. However, this would block the view of our audience. So, throwing all caution to the wind and whispering "what the hell" to myself, I moved instead back to the head of the table. I would simply reverse my strokes. If Karen wanted me to put on a show for our mothers, a show they were going to get.

The position the towel was in now would interfere with the massage. I simply looked at it for a Moment as if I wasn't sure what I was going to do and slowly reached down and removed it completely, dropping it on the floor at the side of the table. When I did that Karen raised her head, looked at me, grinned broadly and made a kissing motion with her lips. She wiggled into a more comfortable position and, in the process, took the opportunity to spread her legs even more.

Karen's ass and pussy were now fully exposed to our mothers. Not only that, my hardon was beginning to become noticeable. If there was any question before in our mothers' minds as to what type of massage this was going to be it should be dispelled now.

I couldn't help myself, I glanced up to see what kind of reaction this was going to elicit from our watching mothers. Both of them were currently looking intently at Karen's pussy. Kate turned her head, looked at Josie and leaned over and whispered something to her that I could not hear. Josie got a smile on her face, nodded and started to look up. I quickly looked back down so that they would not see me looking at them. All in all, the did not look as if they were offended or upset by what they were seeing – so far so good but how far could we take this?

I spread a copious amount of crème over Karen's back. Then I began by stroking downward on both sides of the spinal column using the heels of my hands until they reached the small of her back. Without picking up my hand I spread my fingers onto the top of her buttocks and drew my flattened hand sideways to her sides and, with the fingers and palm of my hand I drew it very slowly up her sides. When I reached the area of the swell of her breast, I moved my hand under her body, between her breast and the table and brushed across the tip of each nipple. Karen obliged me by slightly raising her body so I could reach the nipple where I slowly circled each breast several times before again moving my hand out from under her and back up to the spinal area. With each succeeding down stroke, I moved my hands apart a bit more so that I could cover all the muscle tissue of the back but I continued to draw my hands up her sides and continued to massage each breast on the upstroke.

Each time I touched Karen's breasts she increased her moaning. I was getting harder. There was no longer any doubt that both of us were showing signs of sexual arousal. I was beginning to sweat, as much from the heat of Karen's body as well as the physical exertion from the massage itself.

After making my last upward stroke and playing with Karen's breast a bit more than before, I straightened up and looked directly at Mom and gave her a big grin. Mom had a wry smile on her face and looked me directly in the eye. Lightly shaking her head from side to side she moved her eyes back down to Karen then back to my eyes, then she looked directly at my hardon and again back to my eyes, she then took a deep breath and blew it out thru pursed lips. She reached over, picked up her drink, took a sip, and returned the drink to the bar. She then came around to the front of the bar and sat on the bar stool. She brought both feet up and placed them on the top rung of the bar stool, leaned back with both elbows on the bar behind her and slowly allowed her knees to spread slightly. I nodded in response and looked over to Kate.

Kate was sitting in the same position with her elbows on the bar but she had her fingers laced together with the palms of her hands resting on top of her breasts. She also had her feet on the top rung of the stool and her knees were also open. She had droopy-eyed smile on her face and when she looked at me raised one eyebrow as if to say, what comes next? I returned her grin and slightly shrugged my shoulders.

I was now going to massage Karen's buttocks. I could not easily reach them from my current position but I didn't want to block our audience's view by standing at the foot of the table either. However, if I stood directly at the center of the table, both ladies should be able to see clearly if the leaned outward just a tiny bit. Also, since I couldn't properly massage the buttocks from the side of the table, I would just have to hope that I would not be blocking the ladies' view.

Leaning down, I kissed Karen's neck and moved to foot of the table, while taking the opportunity to rearrange my cock to a more comfortable position. Putting more crème on my hands I leaned over and began to massage Karen's left buttock. I began with circular deep muscle strokes using the heel of my hand, and as I continued to stroke her buttock I gradually lessened the pressure by using cupped hands and finally to raising my hands until the strokes were made with only the tips of my fingers and were just barely brushing the anal and genital areas. I made it a point that each time I reached the anal and genital areas I would linger a little longer. I did the same for Karen's right buttock. By this time Karen was getting restless and moving her hips trying to get me to linger longer on her ass and pussy. She was also spreading her legs more and moaning more and louder.

I heard movement behind me. I turned my head slightly to see that Mom had gotten down and moved her stool over a bit to the side so she could see better. Waiting for Mom to climb back on the chair, I glanced to my left but Kate hadn't moved and appeared to be able to see fine.

For my buttock finale, I took my hands and placed one on the inside of each buttock where the gluteus maximus meets the adductor magnus (ass meets the leg) and slowly with medium pressure, stroked both upward and outward. Karen loves this when I do it because it spreads her pussy wide open and exposes the whole genital and anal area to view. With her pussy so exposed, I leaned a bit forward and blew a long breath of air directly into Karen's pussy and onto her asshole. When I was doing this I heard a gasp and moan from Karen and a collective gasp from the ladies sitting behind me as well as some shuffling sounds as if someone was moving, then some whispering.

Not losing concentration I ran my hands up Karen's spine to about the 1st cervical vertebrae (neck) and very slowly using only light fingertip pressure drew them back down the spine over her butt crack, across her asshole all the way to her pussy. This was only a teasing touch, indicating that more and better is yet to come. When we are at home and I do this, I lean in and run my tongue down her ass crack, linger for a bit on her ass hole and shove my tongue up her pussy several times. 

Karen was getting more aroused. And so was I. Her pussy was showing signs of becoming wetter and she was beginning to sweat. Her moans were louder and coming more often. She shifted a bit and in the process opened her legs even wider. The smell of pussy was noticeable in the room and all the time I was getting harder. All in all, this is fun!

I heard more whispering from behind me. Since I had to put more crème on my hands before starting on Karen's feet and legs, I casually turned slightly to look at Mom and Kate out of the corner of my eye. The first thing I noticed was that both Kate's and Josie's nipples were rock hard and almost poking out of the fabric in their bikini tops. Kate's suit was of a thin material that made both her breasts and nipples quite visible. My Mom's suit was a bit thicker but her nipples also stood our prominently. Both ladies looked a bit flush and their breathing seemed to be faster and shallower. Their knees were now spread wide open and there looked to be a darker patch on the crotch of each suit. They had their heads close together and were whispering to each other. Looks like the ladies are getting into the spirit of things!

The purpose of an erotic massage is to titillate until it is time to consummate and, along the way, to give a good massage as well. I had begun the process of titillation but we were still a long way from consummation so now I concentrated on the massage of the feet, calf and thigh. Erotic massage should build step by step. You build some sexual tension, and then level off; you build more sexual tension, and level off again, and so on. I used Reflexology techniques on each of Karen's feet and, as I noted before, Karen finds this technique to be "tickling" (is that an adjective?) and especially where it concerns her feet. It is not uncommon to hear giggles mixed with the moans. For some reason I cannot fathom, I find the giggles when mixed with the moans to be sexually stimulating. Does this mean I have a tickling fetish?

I prepared to massage her right calf. To do this I would normally stand at the bottom edge of the table, have her bend her leg at the knee and, resting the instep of her foot over my shoulder, massage the calf. Today, when I had her leg resting against my chest I moved slightly to the right, which resulted in her pussy being even more open and visible to our audience. From where I was standing it was obvious that Karen was very aroused. Her pussy was becoming wetter and the pussy lips were beginning to swell up. If you looked closely you could even see her clit beginning to become more prominent. I knew that Karen was getting off by showing her pussy to our mothers.

Not surprisingly, one of Karen's major erotic zones is the back of the knee. I found that for many women this could be a very erotic area if it is caressed and stroked very lightly and sensuously. With Karen, very light strokes in that area will drive her crazy. Therefore, I just stroked up and down the calf making sure that I lingered on the back of the knee with just very light brushes of my fingers. When I finished massaging each calf, I leaned down and, with my tongue licked behind the knee. Karen shuddered and moaned louder. I crossed over and did the same things with her left calf after which she started to quiver.

Now for the thighs, a real fun area. Karen's legs were already spread quite wide, however I tugged her left leg a bit more moving it toward me a few inches. Taking my time, I spread more cream on my hands and lightly over Karen's left thigh. Then, using long strokes, I ran my hands up the back and outside of her thigh and crossing over to the inside of the thigh, back down to the knee. Each time I ran my hand up the thigh I went a little higher so that when I moved across to the inside of the thigh my hand would be a bit closer to Karen's pussy. By this time Karen was getting more excited and moaning even louder and raising her hips to try and meet my hand. I made sure that on the last two or three strokes I just brushed across her pussy.

By now I had a full hardon of quite sizeable (for me) proportions. I wanted to readjust it to a more comfortable position but didn't want it to be evident what I was doing. So, I left it alone.

As I moved around the table to get into position to do Karen's left thigh I took the time to readjust my hardon so that it was more comfortable. I looked at Kate and Josie and gave them a smile. Mom was now leaning forward on her stool with both hands in her lap. She had a definite wet spot on her bikini bottoms and her nipples looked to be as hard as nails. Kate was leaning back with her left elbow on the bar and making slow circles over her left nipple on the outside of her bikini top. Her right hand was in her lap but I couldn't tell what that was doing since she had her knees tightly closed. Both ladies looked at my hardon and smiled a guilty smile in return.

When I started doing Karen's left thigh I positioned myself so that I could see our Moms out of the corner of my eye. Karen was becoming more and more aroused. She squirmed more as my hands came closer and closer to her pussy and her moaning was becoming more pronounced. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Kate was now leaning back with both elbows on the bar behind her and she was using her fingers to rub her nipples through the bikini top. She also had her feet on the top rung of the chair again and her knees were open and she definitely had a wet spot on her bikini bottoms. My Mom was now leaning back with her left elbow on the bar and her body a bit turned in the chair. She had her left hand rubbing her left nipple through her top and, with her feet also on the top rung of the chair, her right hand was lightly touching the wet spot on her bikini bottoms. Well, all in all, this seems to be going swimmingly!

I was really enjoying watching both Kate and Josie get turned on by this massage. I thought I might be able to prolong it a bit more. I knew that I could really turn up the heat when I had Karen roll over on her back. So, with a final stroke up the thigh I crossed over to the inside of her thigh and quite deliberately and openly again dragged my fingers over Karen's pussy.

Slapping Karen lightly on the ass, I stood up and said, with authority, "Okay, Babe, turn over, time to do the other side!"

Turning and looking directly at Mom, I said, "Mom, could you freshen my drink? Karen, you want another?"

"I think we could all use a fresh drink." With that comment, my Mom got down from her chair and walked behind the bar to make the drinks. Kate didn't move and when I looked over at her, she looked back at me, looked down at Karen's pussy and then over to my hardon and back again to my face and gave me a big smile. All the while running her fingers over her nipples. I looked at her hands on her nipples and then slowly back to her face, raised one eyebrow and returned her smile.

Karen, slowly and lethargically rolled over on one elbow and, taking the drink that Josie handed her, took a healthy slug and handed it back to me. I took a sip of my drink put both of them on the floor, picked up the towel from the floor and wiped the sweat from my face. I then took the towel and wiped the sweat from Karen's face as well bringing me a great big smile from my wife.

Karen rolled over on her back, combed her fingers through her hair, gave a big sigh and placed her arms by her sides and snuggled into a comfortable position. I readjusted the head support so that her head was slightly raised (as she likes it). She smiled, reached up and pulled my head down, kissed me and whispered, "I need to get off, make sure I get off. I love you." and closed her eyes. I glanced over at our Moms and saw that Josie had climbed back on her chair and was now sitting in the same position as Kate, who, after taking several sips from her drink, moved back into her previous position. They were looking at each other without speaking but as if wondering where this was all going to end up.

I started out slowly by paying a lot of attention to Karen's face. The face is loaded with nerves, and proper massage of this area is very important in helping the client both relax and have a general feeling of well being. Karen is especially sensitive in these areas and by using light sensuous touches mixed with lightly probing the nerve junctures she can actually become sexually aroused. So, I spent some time particularly in the area of the ear and jaw on the tentorial branch, ophthalmic, maxillary, nasociliary and mandibular nerves. 

Seeing Karen relax and her position soften, I moved down to the sides of the throat and upper chest and shoulder area. I took my time because I wanted to relax Karen a little more and build a bit of tension preparatory to actually massaging the breast area.

Karen's breasts are absolutely perfect. Smallish but well sculpted and perfect in proportion to her build, I can spend hours licking, sucking and fondling them – unfortunately not right now. Loading up with crème, I massaged the sides of her chest. I moved my hands slowly along the base of each breast and lightly up and over each nipple several times. While massaging the chest area and the upper abdomen, I stand at the head of the massage table and lean in over the female client. This permits me to make the long deep strokes that are most effective in this area. It can be quite erotic since it brings my cock in very close proximity to the client's head. When I massage Karen, we are both naked and it often happens that when I lean over Karen will begin to play with and lick my cock. Today, I was just waiting to see what she was going to do.

Looking up as I caressed Karen's breasts and stroking her nipples I noticed that both Kate and Josie were quite openly playing with their own nipples and the wet patch on both bathing suits was even more pronounced. They were both flushed, breathing faster and shallower and watching my hands and the bulge in my suit with even more attention than before.




Revelation 01 – Thursday



Then I felt two hands sliding up my legs and under the leg openings. I jumped at the touch and started to pull away but Karen grabbed ahold of my suit and tugged me back to the table. I knew that she was going to start playing with my cock with our mothers looking on and not wanting to make a scene I was going to let her. As I massaged her breasts and titillated her nipples she took hold of my cock and fondled my balls. 

I looked up at Kate and my Mom and both were intently watching Karen's hands inside my suit. Mom was playing with her nipples through her bikini top. Kate, on the other hand, had both her hands inside her top and she was rubbing and pinching her nipples. When she glanced up and saw me looking at her, she smiled and reaching behind her neck, undid the tie holding her bikini top letting it drop open and once again exposing her tits to me. Then she licked the tips of first one finger then another and sensuously began to rub them around each tit.

Mom saw me looking at Kate and, turning her head to see what I was looking at seemed somewhat surprised when she saw that Kate was openly playing with her tits. Looking back at me, she paused for a second then reached up and undid the tie on her bikini top and let it fall open as well. Mom has really nice tits. Smiling at me she reached up with both hands and then leaning back on her elbows just started rubbing her fingers over her nipples. I'd really like to spend some time sucking those tits!

As I glanced back over again at Kate, she had her legs splayed wide open and the bikini bottom was so wet that when she spread her legs her pussy was clearly revealed through the material – it was evident that she too shaved her pussy.

Taking a good quantity of cream I covered Karen's belly. I began to massage her stomach from just under the base of her breasts to just above her pubic area. Starting with small circular motions I massaged in ever increasing circles on either side of her belly button using a whole hand circular technique with moderate pressure making sure that I would occasionally brush just above the top of her vagina. While Karen played with my cock and balls inside my suit, I reached down and deliberately allowed my fingers to occasionally linger at the top of her vagina. Finally, I stroked down so that the fingers of each hand were about halfway down on either side of her pussy lips and then I slowly and gently pulled them outward spreading her pussy lips open and revealing almost all of Karen's pussy to our mothers.

Now I could actually hear Kate and Josie's breathing and the smell of pussy was quite prominent in the room. 

Standing up, I removed Karen's hand from inside my suit. I adjusted my cock to a more comfortable position and moved around to the midpoint of the left side of the table. I took more crème and prepared to begin working on Karen's right thigh. I looked at Karen's crotch and her pussy was very wet and swollen. It looked very much as it does after a good bout of fucking. The odor of arousal was quite strong since I was only a few feet away from three very wet and aroused pussies. Not thinking it possible, my hardon got bigger and harder. I made no effort to conceal the fact that I was readjusting my cock inside my suit. It was possible that if I kept this up much longer, I was going to climax without any outside help.

Since I had more or less stopped the massage, Karen had raised her head to see why I had stopped. When she saw what I was looking at, she smiled and looking at me winked then looked at our mothers, winked and nodded her head. She put her head back down on the table crossed her arms over her eyes and spread her legs a bit more.

Wanting to be able to see what our mothers were doing while I massaged Karen, I angled my body slightly to the right and applied the crème to Karen's thigh. This time I switched my strokes. When I working on the back of Karen's thighs I stroked upward on the outside of the thigh, crossed over and stroked downward on the inside of the thigh. This time I stroked upward on the inside of the thigh, crossed over and downward on the outside of the thigh. With each stroke upward I came closer and closer to Karen's very wet, exposed pussy. With each stroke upward Karen would raise her hips to try and meet my hand but I wouldn't let that happen, not yet.

As I came closer and closer to her pussy, I raised my head slightly to see what Kate and my Mom were doing. I especially wanted to see what they would do when I started to openly play with Karen's pussy. I deliberately ran my hand up Karen's thigh and not stopping, brushed lightly up her pussy. I crossed over and ran my hand back down the outside of the thigh. Karen brought her hands over to her breasts and began rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

Kate and Josie continued to watch Karen's pussy and what my hands were doing. They were expecting this and just seemed to become a bit more aggressive in rubbing their nipples. I moved my hand back down Karen's thigh and once again up and, once again over her pussy. I did this for 6 or 7 times and then crossed over to the other side of the table and began massaging Karen's left thigh in the same manner as I did on her right thigh. As I massaged her thigh, with each stroke I brought my hand over her pussy and she was now raising her hips more and more and moaning louder and louder.

I looked up to see that Karen was looking at me and smiling. She winked, nodded her head toward our mothers, closed her eyes and laid her head back on the couch. I looked over at our mothers and got even harder than I was before. Kate had pulled the ties on the side of her bikini bottoms open, dropped the front of the suit and with her feet on the top rung of the stool, with her knees spread wide, was openly fingering her pussy and playing with her nipples. Her eyes were partially closed but when she saw me watching her, she pulled her finger out of her pussy and slowly inserted it into her mouth and licked it clean of all its juices. She then, very slowly smiled at me and reinserted her finger back into her pussy.

I looked at my Mom but she had her eyes closed. She had her hand inside her suit with her feet on the top rung of the stool and her knees spread wide. And she too was playing with her pussy while playing with her nipples. She looked as if she was only a short time from reaching a climax.

Forgetting all about any appearance of continuing the massage, I encouraged Karen to open her legs even more. I reached down and taking some more crème applied a liberal portion directly to Karen's pussy and began to play with her. I inserted two fingers directly into her pussy and slowly began to rotate my hand while stroking it in and out. At the same time I found her clit and using the circular motion she loves stimulated it.

When Karen is stimulated she has a prominent clit, I've never actually measured it but I would say it sticks out about ½ to ¾ of an inch, it will actually protrude outside the outer lips of her pussy. When it is like that she likes to have it slowly rubbed in a circular motion until I feel her first contractions from her pussy, then she wants it tugged on and rubbed between my fingers.

Knowing how Karen likes to have her nipples licked and sucked while playing with her pussy, I leaned down and began to suck her left nipple. Since I was using both hands to play with her pussy and clit there was one nipple not being stimulated. I felt Karen bring her left hand between us and start playing with her right nipple.

While this was going on Karen was able to reach down the front of my suit, take ahold of my cock and slowly stroke me. It was not easy inside the suit but she is a gamer and wasn't about to let go. I raised my head off Karen's nipple and turned my head so that I could watch our mothers while continuing to masturbate Karen. Both our mothers now had their eyes wide open, switching between watching me play with Karen and Karen stroking me. Mom had pulled her bikini bottom down and kicked it off. God, mom shaves her pussy too! Three naked shaved pussies – delicious! Both Kate and my Mom had their feet on the top rung of the chair with knees wide open and were working their fingers in and out of their pussies feverishly to reach a climax.

All this time, nothing had been said, no one wanted to waste any breath on talking but now Kate spoke up, "Take it off." I stopped playing with Karen's pussy. "What?" "Your suit, take it off, let us see!" You are watching us; we want to watch you, right Josie?" You want to watch my daughter give your son a hand job?" (A long pause) "Yes. I can't believe we're doing this but, damn, I'm hot. "Do it son, take off your suit, I want to see!"

With that kind of encouragement, what's a guy to do? I stood straight and took off my suit. My cock stuck out further and harder than I can ever remember. No, I don't have a 12-inch long 6-inch diameter cock. I've never had the audacity to actually measure it but it is a respectful size and Karen seems to think it does the trick for her. But today, it damn well felt as if it were 12x6.

When I stood up and looked at Mom, she just smiled and nodded her head. "Pretty! You look good, Son." "Thank you Mom." And that was all that was said. Karen stuck her hand out and I reached down and put some crème in it. She then took my cock lightly in her hand and very slowly began to stroke me.

I redoubled my efforts on both her pussy and her clit, never taking my eyes from watching our mothers get themselves off. Both were watching Karen and me get each other off, the smell in the room was pure sex and delicious. I was getting ready to pop and Karen wasn't too far off either. I looked over at my mother and she had her eyes closed, her head back and was furiously plunging one hand in and out of her pussy while stroking her clit with the other. She opened one eye saw me watching her and whispered, "Oh damn!" And she came, and came and came. It must have taken her a good 3 or 4 minutes of contractions and belly rolls before she slumped down and exhaled a long sigh while slowly and lightly rubbing over her clit with one hand while petting her nipple with the other. A sleepy eyed wide smile crossed her face. I wasn't going to be able to last much longer; this was just too damned hot!

No sooner had Mom come than I felt the first contraction of Karen's pussy. I dropped my head back to take her left nipple back into my mouth sucking on it like a very hungry baby. I increased my attention to her clit, rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger and tugging on it when she let go a loud shriek and her pussy contracted so hard it trapped my fingers. Like Mom, Karen's climax seemed to go on for long minutes but her contractions were so strong I started to loose feeling in my fingers. When Karen and I fuck and she comes, her pussy contracts so hard that I can't move my cock in or out. I've never before felt a pussy that contracts so delightfully. Once she comes, you are there for the duration and loving every contraction. Now, while she was coming, Karen had stopped stroking my cock, I had a reprieve.

"Ken." I looked up, Kate was looking at me, fingers moving furiously in and out of her pussy and stroking her clit. "I'm gonna cum. Cum for me. Let me see you cum when I cum. 

Karen, relaxing now that her climax was over, raised her head and looked at her Mom and started to again stroke my cock.

"Now! Ken, now. I'm cummin!" Karen immediately increased the speed of her strokes and that was all it took, when I saw what Kate was doing, and after watching my mother cum and feeling Karen's contractions as she came I shot off. It felt like every bodily fluid I had in me was lined up to shoot out the end of my cock. I came like I never had before. How many times? Who the hell knows? All I know is that the first spurt completely cleared the table and almost hit Mom on her tits. Karen, in complete control of my cock, turned it slightly so that it was aimed directly at Kate and, like a machine gun, I shot spurt after delicious spurt directly at Kate. Some hit her on the chest, one almost got her pussy, and a couple on her stomach and legs. I figure I had about a dozen contractions and most of it hit Kate.

Kate's first contraction caused her to throw her head back and then double forward as if she had been hit in the pit of the stomach, over and over again her contractions doubled her over but she never stopped looking at my cock as it shot off directly at her. Her legs were splayed wide open and I could see her perfectly formed pussy as she came. She said not a word, just watching my cock. I noticed that Mom was also watching her cum. The thought hit me that maybe Mom had a little bi in her, she really seemed interested in what she was seeing. Karen kept stroking me as I came but the head of my dick became so sensitive I had to remove her hand from my cock.

After having shot everything there was to shoot, I simply folded up and collapsed onto the floor. My fingers pulled loose from Karen's pussy with an audible pop. My hand was covered in delicious smelling Karen cum and I just had to take a taste. So, popping my fingers into my mouth, I turned so Karen could watch me clean her cum off my fingers. She smiled.

My Mom was still slumped in her chair and lightly rubbing her pussy and nipple. Kate was out of it; she was slumped backward in the chair, her head leaning back and both her arms hanging straight down. It looked as if she had passed out.

I immediately knew that we were going to have to do this again, or something very much like this. It felt too good to only do once. I wanted more, but not for a while, I had nothing left.

Reality set in. I had just participated in something that was going to forever change my relationship with Karen, her mother Kate and my mother Josie. What kind of change would there be? Would it foster or ruin my relationship with these women? I was beginning to be scared so I just sat there and with my mind running wild and looked at Mom, Kate and Karen and found that even though I had just shot every bullet in my gun, and I was now having second, third and fourth thoughts about what had just happened, I was starting to get turned on again! This is impossible, I can't be getting turned on again, it jest ain't natcherl, what in the hell was I thinking?

Karen was the first to get up. She swung her legs over the side of the table and prodded me with her feet. I looked up and she was smiling at me, the relaxed, "I'm sexually satisfied" smile that I have so often seen. And, she winked. Then she deliberately turned her head in the direction of our mothers and smiled even broader.

Kate was just beginning to stir; Mom was still slowly stroking her pussy and nipples and, when she saw Karen and me looking her way, smiled in return. "Well, that was interesting. So, what else did you learn in college Ken?" A great icebreaker, I had to laugh and it felt good to let all the tension that was building up go with the laugh.

"Isn't that enough?"

"Yes, I think it is." And, with that comment she finally dropped her hands and stood up. "What say, another drink anyone?" And she moved behind the bar, making no attempt to cover up, as if this was just another day.

"A round on the house." We looked over and Kate was slowly rubbing her hands in the cum that I had sprayed all over her. "Karen, sweetie, hand me one of those towels. I think your husband got a little carried away trying to impress us with his virility."

"Now wait a minute Kate, I may have the gun but your daughter was aiming it."

"Oh, that's right, I remember now. Karen, shame on you. Are you trying to tell your old mother that she needs a more interesting moisturizer for her old dry skin?"

"Kate, I definitely do not believe that your skin is either old or dry. It looks pretty damn good from here." Now, why in the hell did I say that? 

"Why, thank you sir, a most gallant comment." She smiled, and after wiping off the cum, walked behind the bar with my Mom.

I reached down to get my suit and stand up to put it on. "No, stay naked." This from my Mom who was coming around the bar with two drinks in her hand. One she handed to me, the other to Karen who was still sitting on the table.

"Excuse me; you want us all to say naked or just me?" 

"You bet I do, all of us. We all just participated in an activity that we have to come to terms with. If we all jump into our clothes now it will seem as if we are running away from what just happened. As if we are ashamed of what we did and are trying to hide ourselves. It probably wasn't the healthiest thing we could do but it isn't the worst thing we could do either."

I was surprised to hear my mother say this but I shouldn't have been. Once a behavioral psychologist, always a behavioral psychologist. I was already harboring quite a bit of guilt since I felt that I was directly responsible for how this all came about. True, Karen was the one who wanted the massage but I was the one in control of how it finally turned out. I looked at Mom and told her what I was feeling, how I was sorry that I had let this get out of control. Karen didn't say a thing; she sat on the table with a half-smile on her face attentively watching the dialog between my mother and myself.

"Nonsense." This from Kate. You are no more responsible for what happened than Karen, your mother or me. We all participated, we all enjoyed what happened and none of us should feel the slightest guilt about what happened. It was fun."

"But,"

"Mom is right. It was fun and if anyone is to blame it should be me. I'm the one who started this today by sunning topless. I was hoping that Mom would also go topless because I know you wanted to see her tits and I wanted to see how you would react. And boy, did you react. That was the really nice hardon. It was a bonus when your Mom also showed her tits." I think it's true that all men secretly have a sexual fixation on their Mom's; I would if I were you. Your Mom is a sexy doll!"

"But..."

"You talk to much Ken. Just let it be. Enjoy what we had today. I've secretly always wanted to know what you looked like nude and now I know. Karen, sweetie, does he always get that big?"

"No, Mom, although he comes really close. I kind of wish he would have fucked me with that cock. It really felt nice when I was jacking him off. As a matter of fact, it looks like he may give us another look at it. Ken, are you still horny?"

"I wish you two would be more respectful of my son. I know him and right now he is having a guilt trip and at the same time finds that three nude women are starting to get him hard again and, being naked, there is nothing he can do to hide it." "Ken, just enjoy life. What we did today is not much different than what we all do separately. I masturbate, Kate masturbates and you two masturbate, separately and jointly and you have sex. So, what did we really do that was so bad? We showed off for each other, we allowed other people to see us naked and enjoying masturbation, we enjoyed watching each other get off, a mother saw her son's cock and watched him shoot all over her best friend, a son watched his mother and mother play with their pussies and tits, a mother watched her daughter get fingered by her husband, a daughter not only watched her mother and mother-in-law play with their pussies and tits, but helped her husband shoot all over her mother, a husband and wife masturbated each other for their mothers. Was it nasty? You bet. Was it sexy? Absolutely. Was it satisfying? Well, it was for me. Will it happen again? Maybe not. Do you want it to happen again? I think I do."

"Ken, as I get older I find that the barriers that I always stood behind are either disappearing or lowering so that I can step over them." In the old days, I had quite a few sexual hang-ups, some of which I will not discuss at this time and maybe never. Some of my old sexual hang-ups like masturbation, voyeurism and exhibitionism are gone. They no longer exist. You have to understand that at this stage of my life I no longer worry about what people think. In the privacy of my home or here in Kate's home I will do what I feel and say what I think. It is not my intention to embarrass you or make you think badly of me but if I feel like lying down and spreading my legs so you can see my pussy, I may just do it. If I feel like pulling down your pants and looking at your cock, with your permission of course, I may just do it. If I get horny and feel like sitting in the chair over there and getting myself off, I may just do that as well.




Revelation 02 – Friday



Dear Readers,

It became evident that the naming convention I used for this series was faulty. I pulled all the chapters, made a slight change in the name, combined chapters so that each chapter covered one day and resubmitted the series. I've made some slight changes in the stories, mostly phraseology and grammar but the series has not been otherwise changed.

Please note that the underlying theme of this series is adult incest. While each chapter varies as to the category of sex scenes contained, this series will continue to be reflected in the INCEST category.

I hope this eases your reading, as it will my writing. I sincerely hope you enjoy my effort to express my own desires and fantasies.

I'm always open to criticisms and suggestions.

chiefx39

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Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday 

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Revelation: 2 – Friday

I woke badly. There was a knocking at the door and I woke completely disorganized. For a long Moment I didn't know where I was. Then, it all came flooding back to me. I had massaged Karen, masturbated her and she masturbated me while we watched our mothers masturbate. It wasn't a dream. It had been real. The thoughts were swirling around my head and the guilt was creeping back in when another knock came from the door, a little louder this time.

Karen wakes better than I do, she is almost always wide-awake and alert the moment her eyes open. She sat up, ran her hand through her hair and had the presence of mind to call out, "Come in!"

The door opened and in walked my Mom, Josie and Karen's Mom, Kate both naked and each holding a tray. The smell of coffee filled the room. "Hello you two, want some coffee?" They crossed over to the coffee table and put the trays down. On one plate was a pot of coffee, cups, sugar and creamer. On the other was a plate of sticky buns, plates and napkins.

After setting down the trays, they walked over to the bed. Kate went around to Karen's side and Mom to mine. I had scooted up on the bed and was lying back with my head on the pillow. When Mom walked over to my side of the bed she was standing maybe 24 inches away and my face was on a direct line with her pussy. She knew what I was looking at and spread her legs a bit wider for me.

"We thought you would be awake by now, its 11:30 and a bright, sunny, warm day it is too. We figured you might be hungry since you missed breakfast." I jerked my eyes away from Mom's pussy and looked over at Kate. 

"And," said Mom, "we wanted to thank you for a really nice evening last night. I never slept better. Thank you." And as I turned my head around to face her, she leaned over and whispered in my ear "I know you are confused and feeling guilty right now but you shouldn't and I'm not. I liked looking at you last night and I think you liked looking at me. I wanted to let you see me. I like to be naked for you. I love you and we will talk later," and tilting my face up to hers, gave me a nice kiss, not exactly a motherly kiss but not that of a lover either.

After a few minutes of this we broke the kiss only to see both Karen and Kate grinning at us. "Well, you two, want us to leave you alone?" said Karen "or do you mind if we have some coffee and sticky buns while you two swap spit?"

I suddenly felt very embarrassed and I know I was blushing furiously. I also had a hardon. "No, that's okay, I'd love some coffee and sticky buns but first I gotta pee, wash the sleep out of my eyes and brush my teeth." I got up from the bed and sporting a freshly grown EMHO (Early Morning Hard On) quickly stumbled into the bathroom. After peeing, brushing my teeth and washing my face, my cock had returned to a more or less normal state and I felt I could go back into the bedroom. When I returned, each of the ladies had a cup of coffee and a bun and sitting cross-legged on the bed facing each other and chatting as if this was just another normal morning. They looked up and smiled and Karen said, "Have some coffee and a bun, and come on over and join us.

I went over to the coffee table, sat down and fixed myself a cup of coffee. It tasted wonderful. And the sticky bun was to die for. When I finished, the women were still talking and not even aware of me, I went back into the bathroom stepped into the shower and luxuriated in the flow of the water. Just as I was finishing up, the shower door opened and Karen stepped in. "We wondered where you went." We exchanged a kiss and a hug and I started to ask her about last night but she stopped me and said we would talk later. I stepped out and turned the shower over to her. I towel dried my hair and wrapped the towel around my waist and went back into the bedroom.

Kate and my Mom had moved over to the couch and were just finishing what looked to have been a very sensual kiss and each had a hand on the other's breast. It was very erotic and very beautiful. I plopped down in a chair opposite them and Mom looked at me and smiled. "Oh, Hi Ken. Feel better now? Kate and I had to move over here because, for some reason, the sheets on that bed are wet, I wonder why?" And she laughed. "When you came in we were deciding what we wanted to do today," and she gave me a most lascivious look, "but decided instead to spend some time in the pool and soaking up some sun. Why don't you and Karen join us?" 

Just then Karen stepped into the room and answered Mom's question with, "Sounds wonderful. Come on Hubby, to the pool." Then, noticing the towel around my waist she pointed at it and said, "Hey, you are out of uniform, get that towel off and get it off now, mister. Nobody wears clothes in this house anymore, unless we have visitors, right Mom?" 

"Correct. Clothes can only be worn by permission."

I shrugged and took off the towel, what in the hell was going on around here? The hardon I had been sporting had gone down quite a bit but was still evident. I saw each of the women look down to see my state of arousal and nod in satisfaction. Kate reached up and petted it, which naturally caused it to just get harder. I stepped back away from Kate's hand and said "Okay, ladies, the pool it is. Let's take the trays with us, I still need some more caffeine and sugar."

Mom and Kate reached down to pick up the trays and Karen stopped them telling them that we would strip the bed and put on clean linen and bring the trays down with us shortly. Our mothers left and we finished making the bed and straightening the room then picked up the trays and started to the pool.

As we crossed through the lounge both of us noticed that the smell of sex still hung in the air. The smell brought back memories of last night's events and it was starting to make both Karen and myself get horny. She seemed to be a bit flush and my cock became a little harder. We smiled at each other and Karen leaned over and gave me a kiss.

We walked out onto the patio and placed the trays on the table. Kate and Josie were in the pool swimming laps. I wanted to try and sort out everything. I desperately needed to get a handle on this and the casual way they were acting. 

"Come on, Babe, into the pool. It'll make you feel better and wake you up." I told her that I didn't feel like it right now and I only wanted to pour myself another cup of coffee and sit and relax while watching three very sexy women in all their naked glory.

She laughed and wiggled her ass at me, condescendingly patted my shoulder and then ran over to the diving board, did a graceful dive into the pool and started to swim laps with Mom and Kate. There are times when Karen pisses me off. Here is a woman who, 30 seconds after waking up, is full of vim and vigor and ready to take on the world.

I debated with sitting on the couch or laying down on one of the twin teak chaise lounges. I chose the chaise lounge, first because it was the most comfortable, but more importantly it was angled just perfectly so I had an unrestricted view of the pool area. I adjusted the back to have a nice comfortable semi-reclining view of the pool areas and got myself a cup of coffee and a bun and settled back with a sigh. I could almost get used to living like this if I could just get rid of the feelings of guilt and confusion.

The day was absolutely perfect, in the mid-80's with not a cloud in the sky and I figured I'd better put some sunscreen on my abdomen and cock and balls. I normally don't have to worry too much about sun tanning but those areas had, up until now, not received the direct rays of the sun. With my stomach satisfied, I began to zone out. Watching the three women I loved frolicking naked in the pool, I thought of the events of last evening and felt myself responding to these thoughts.

Over and over again the thought - How did this happen? I have been to this house so many times over the past 8 years I could not begin to count them. What caused the events of last night? I simply could not figure that out. Why did Karen pick last night to have a massage? Why did she decide to sunbathe topless yesterday and not before?

Karen is a remarkable woman. I am convinced that some women have second sight, have the ability to sense when things and situations are either right or wrong, a highly refined sense of timing, if you will. In some things Karen always seems to be a step ahead of me. Looking back on past events, I always wondered how Karen decided which of her friends she would permit to have an erotic massage, or seemed to know just when one of her girlfriends was 'ready' to be approached for a lesbian sex session. Actually, Karen just seemed to have a sense of sexual timing. Maybe Karen sensed that yesterday was the time to begin a new relationship with our mothers, who knows?

Mom and Kate, having finished their swim climbed out of the pool and without drying off, walked over to the table and picked up a cup of coffee and a bun. 

"You certainly look comfortable, enjoying the sun," Kate said.

"I am and I am also enjoying the view very much."

She laughed and pirouetted very slowly holding her arms out from her sides and, when she had her back to me, looked over her shoulder coquettishly and smiled. Mom laughed and slapped her on the ass and taking their coffee, walked over to another chaise lounge closer to the pool and sat down talking with Karen who had stopped swimming and was resting with her arms on the side of the pool.

As I sat there in the chair drinking my coffee, memories of last night's events came flooding back. I especially remembered how Mom and Kate looked sitting in the chair with fingers in their pussies and Karen jacking me off so that I shot cum all over Kate. Even though I began to again have feelings of guilt, the memories caused me to become aroused and my cock started to swell. I can't understand why the women seemed to be taking all of this in stride, and I was very concerned that at some future time there would be repercussions and our relationships would change, perhaps for the worse.

As I sat there mulling all this in my mind, Karen walked up to the table toweling her hair. She picked up a cup and sat down on the cushion next to me and snuggled up alongside me. She looked over at out mothers now laying face down in their chaise lounges and said, "They are two very hot, good looking women aren't they? Don't you just want to fuck them and taste their pussies? Yummy!"

My cock jumped and grew another inch. "Uh, I don't know. I mean, yeh, Uh, no. I mean..."

"Give it up Ken, you want to fuck them as much as I want you to. Relax; enjoy the gift you're given. Do it!"

"Karen, you have to be the grossest, crudest, most sexually degraded and absolutely desirable woman I know. You are talking about me fucking our MOTHERS for God's sake."

"Your point?"

"My point? My point is its incest. It's just not right..."

"It's just exactly what every man dreams of and you are definitely a man."

"Why do you want me to fuck our mothers?"

"Because you want to, and they want you to. I think that they have been thinking about this for some time and now is the time. I would like to see you fuck them, I think it's hot and I think that you and they need this."

With that she reached down and taking my cock in her hand began to slowly stroke me. I wanted to stop her, I wanted to say knock it off. I wanted to. But I didn't. I let her continue to stroke me as I continued to get harder.

Karen turned her body so that she was reclining with her body slightly turned toward me. She bent her left leg at the knee and draped it over my legs that were straight out in front of me. Then brought her right foot up until her knee was pointed at the sky. This had the effect of exposing her pussy completely. She looked up at me and smiled and reached down and took my right hand and put it on her pussy and sighed. As Karen stroked my cock with her left hand, she used her right hand to play with her breast and nipple.

Looking over to be sure our mothers were still laying out sunbathing and not looking at us, I ran my fingers up and down Karen's pussy and used my fingers to spread open her lips and rub on her clit. I alternated between playing with her clit and finger fucking her while she just kept stroking me softly. We both settled back against the cushions and closed our eyes enjoying the stimulation we were each giving and receiving. We were so relaxed with the warmth of the day and the feeling of sexual stimulation that we began to zone out and I have no idea how long we sat there like that.

Through my sexual haze I heard a sound that my mind identified as a cup being placed onto a saucer. I slowly opened my eyes to see Kate and my Mom sitting across from us, leaning back in their chairs, coffee cups in their hands watching Karen and I play with each other. I surprised myself by not jumping up or reacting in a similar fashion, I simply tapped on Karen's leg until she also opened her eyes and saw our mothers.

Karen smiled and, without stopping her stroking of my cock, said, "Hi, what are you guys doing here? Thought you were laying out in the sun." 

"We were going to go in and get a drink but when we noticed you two sitting here we came over to ask if you wanted a drink too. Then we decided that maybe what we really wanted was some coffee, and the coffee was right here the table," Kate said with a leer, "Hope you don't mind?"

All I could do was to sort of nod my approval and smile at them.

Since Karen wasn't intimidated by having our mothers sitting there while she masturbated me, and remembering that we had already done the same thing last night, I continued to play with her pussy.

"Oh, not at all. Make yourself comfortable. Mom, would you do me a favor?"

"Sure, Hon, what is it?"

"I have to go pee and I don't want Ken to feel deprived while I am gone, would you take over for me?"

What! Karen wants her mother to jerk me off?

"Why, certainly Karen, I'd love to." Karen let go of George and took her hand and turned my face toward her and leaned in and kissed me. She whispered "Do this for me, Mom wants to do this, trust me." And then got up. Kate came over from where she was sitting and sat down where Karen had been sitting. While her mother was getting into the same position that Karen had been in, Karen reached down and patted my cheek. "I'll be right back Hon, Mom will take care of you while I'm gone. Thanks, Mom," and she kissed her on the cheek and walked into the house.

Kate snuggled up to me, reached down and taking my right hand put it on her pussy and with her right hand grasped my cock and began stroking it. "Humm, Ken you feel nice."

I looked up at my Mom and she was smiling at me. She was still sitting back in her chair. She wetted a finger on each hand and used them to play with her nipples. I was definitely enjoying myself. All my doubts and fears were being extinguished. Here my mother was sexually stimulating me while I played with her pussy and my mother watched and played with her nipples. What's so weird about that?

I continued to watch my mother as she moved her right hand to her pussy and began playing with her clit. She kept looking at me and blew me a kiss. Then she scooted down in her chair a bit and placed both her legs over the arms of her chair. Her pussy was as wide open to me as a pussy can be. She put first one, then two and finally three fingers in her pussy and slowly finger fucked herself. She took the fingers out and slowly brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean then reinserted them back into her pussy. I wanted to get up and fall to my knees and bury my face in that pussy. Karen is 100% correct. I want to fuck them and I want to find out how their pussies tastes, and I will!

While watching Mom and feeling how good Kate's hand felt on my cock, I began to give some serious attention to Kate's pussy. I wondered how it would feel wrapped around my cock. We all sat there watching each other for several minutes when I felt like I was going to cum. I leaned over to Kate and said "Kate, I think I'm going to cum. Please stop for a few minutes. I don't want to cum yet this is too much fun." 

Kate stopped stroking me and instead slid her hand down to my balls and gently massaged them. She leaned back toward me and said, "play with my clit some more.... there, just like that, that feels good."

I closed my eyes and just laid there, fingers in Kate's pussy while she jacked me off. I knew Mom was watching us and was masturbating while she watched. I felt good, really good and I wanted to fuck Kate so bad I couldn't stand it but I just could not get up the courage to do so.

"Kate, I'm going to cum. Shit, you had better stop or I'm going to cum."

"Kenny boy, I want you to cum. I want to see you cum and I want to feel it all over my hand. Your Mom is watching, she wants to see you cum. Cum for us."

And I did. Just like last night, I could not believe how intense it was or how much cum shot out of my cock. It seem like it went on forever. Kate never stopped stroking and when I was just about finished cummin, she left go of my cock and using the palm of her hand rubbed the crown of my cock.

All of a sudden I felt a mouth on my cock sucking me in and sucking the last of the cum out of my cock. I was afraid to open my eyes was Kate sucking me off too? When I opened my eyes Karen was cleaning my cock, licking up the cum and when she saw me looking at her she smiled and opened her mouth to show me all the cum. She patted my cock and got up and walked over to her mother and knelt down next to the chaise lounge and opened her mouth to show her mother my cum and then she kissed her! 

Karen was sharing my cum with her mother and Kate was letting her. They kissed a long while and I looked at Mom and she was watching them kiss and playing with herself. Then Karen got up and walked over to my mother and opened her mouth to show her what cum was left and leaned down and kissed her, and my mother let her! Karen was sharing my cum with my mother! Oh, God, that was hot.

My mother still had her legs spread over the arms of the chair and she had both her hands behind Karen's head holding her to her kiss. Karen reached down one hand and slowly began playing with Mom's pussy, finger fucking her where I could watch as her fingers went in and out. I was getting hard all over again.

Kate reached out her right hand and put it on my cheek and turned my head toward her. She smiled and pulled my head to her and kissed me with lots and lots of tongue. I could feel and taste my cum still in her mouth and for some reason that helped turn me on. She reached down with her right hand and began stroking me now hardening cock and smearing all the cum that Karen hadn't licked up all over my cock and balls.




Revelation 02 – Friday



I broke our kiss and looked over at Karen and Mom. They had broken their kiss and were watching Kate and me. All of them were grinning. 

"Well, that was fun. What say we go in the house, clean up a little and have some lunch," Kate asked. Since Kate had smeared my cum all over me I was feeling sticky and a shower was definitely in order. Also, I was hungry. I didn't realize how much time had passed but looking at the clock over the patio door, saw it was already 3:30 p.m. "And, after lunch we will talk, okay?" You bet we were going to talk. I was going to want a lot of answers to a lot of questions!

The ladies went in the house to get lunch together, chatting away about this and that and the other thing. Feeling somewhat grungy I walked over to the outside shower and washed off the cum and sweat and sun block. As I cleaned off my cock I couldn't help but feel sexually gratified but very confused and a little guilty. They were all acting as if this was the normal way we lived our lives. I really needed to find out what was going on. I wanted answers, I needed answers. My life had changed dramatically in the past day and a half and I had to find some frame of reference with which to handle these changes.

When I came in the lounge, the ladies were still talking while they set the table. Karen came up to me and kissed me on the cheek and told me sit down and have a sandwich. The table was set with various cold cuts, cheeses, breads and salad. I went over to the fridge and got a beer and we all sat down to a light lunch. The women were still chatting, as women will do over food, about this and that and everything in between. I just sat there almost in amazement that nothing was being said about the little episode out on the deck.

When we were finished eating, I helped clean the table of everything but the wine. I got another bottle of beer, sat down, leaned back and, looking at each of the ladies said, "Okay ladies, somebody start talking, please. What's going on?

"Let's go sit in the easy chairs over by the bar, it will be more comfortable and it may be a long story," said Kate. We took our glasses and went over to the couches and chairs. Kate and Mom sat on the couch, I took an easy chair and Karen sat next to me in another chair. When we sat down, I said, "Okay, no more stalls, what is going on?"

Karen took a deep breath and looked at me. "Mom and I have been lovers since the cookout over here after our freshman year." 

"You and your mother are lovers? What, you two have been having sex for what, 8 years and I didn't know a thing about it? How in the hell did that happen?"

My first response when she told me that was to get angry. How in the hell did they become lovers and why am I so damn blind that I never knew? Okay, okay, slow down, let's take this step by step. First, was I really mad? No, not really. I know that Karen is bi and that she really enjoys lesbian sex. After all, I participate with her in many of her girl-girl sessions after a massage session so, no harm, no foul on that one. Second, why are they telling me this now, after 8 years of getting away with it? Third, if Kate and Karen are lovers, why is my mother sitting there like she knows all about it. 

Where does she come into all this? Last, how do I really feel knowing that Kate and my wife have sex? I didn't have answers for two and three but I fully intended to get some. As for the last item, I found that I was getting aroused knowing that Karen fucks her mother and vice versa.

What I said was, "So, after 8 years you have decided to confide this to me. Why now?"

"Let me explain what happened first and then I'll tell you why we chose now to tell you. The evening of the cookout, after you and Josie left, Mom and I decided to jump in the hot tub before going to bed. We sat in the tub for a long time just talking and laughing and drinking wine. I guess we both were feeling pretty good for the great day the four of us had and the wine we drank. Then like two giggling teenagers, Mom started making comments about how sexy you were and began asking questions about our sex life."

"In a kidding way I asked Karen if you were a good lover, that's all." 

"Yeh, but she didn't say 'lover' and I'd had enough drinks to tell her not only that you were a good 'lover' but how good a lover you were. I kinda told her that you were the best pussy eater I had ever dated and that I was gonna marry your tongue if I couldn't also get the rest of you to go with it."

This sort of shit really does wonders for a guy's ego – Know what I mean?????

"So, with a comment like that and a woman's natural curiosity I had to have details and I kept pressing Karen until she started to tell me about some of your pussy eating exploits. I started to get horny and I was impressed with her testimony of how good you were."

"Well, anyway, while I was telling Mom I kind of slipped up and told Mom about that first time with Rena when we were both eating her pussy at the same time. Keep in mind this was the first time Mom heard I was bi-sexual and she zeroed in on that like a bullet going to the bull's-eye. She would not stop probing and asking questions until I finally gave up, admitted I was bi and ended up telling her about most of my bi episodes, including those in high school."

Hell, I didn't even know about her episodes in high school!

"I was feeling good from the wine, relaxed from the hot tub and a bit embarrassed from having admitted to my mother that I liked to eat pussy. I guess I'd had too much wine because, for some reason, I just sort of started crying and Mom came over and put her arms around me and held me."

"One minute she was telling me about all the girls she had sex with and the next she was crying. She was a mess at that moment. I was afraid that having made her tell me that she is bisexual it might affect our relationship as mother and daughter and, as a mother I had to go over and comfort her. At that moment she was just my little girl. However, after I put my arms around her and cuddled her against my chest and she had finished crying, instead of letting go of each other we stood like that for a few moments. I began to be aware that her nipples were pressing against my chest and that my nipples were getting hard holding my naked daughter."

"Ken, I am bisexual and have been since my teen years when I was seduced by my best friend when I was 12 years old. Karen never knew that, she had no idea I was bisexual. I made sure not to let her find out. I didn't want to influence her developing sexuality one way or the other."

"Anyway, when I realized that holding my naked daughter was making me horny, I also realized that Karen's nipples were hard too. So, on an impulse, I shifted around just enough that our nipples were brushing against each other. It was like a bolt of electricity went directly into my pussy. I was definitely getting more aroused with my daughters nipples rubbing on mine."

"I knew, almost the minute that Mom and I had our naked bodies touching that I was horny for my mother, I wanted to have sex with her. I had enough wine in me that I didn't have any second thoughts; I was hot for my mother. So I ran my hand down her ass and pulled her against me as hard as I could and I kissed her – tongues, open mouths the whole bit."

"And I responded. The kiss was wonderful. I wanted to suck Karen's tongue out of her mouth. I just could not get enough of her kiss and I also realized that I wanted to eat my daughter's pussy and this seemed like a great way to start. I reached down between us and ran my finger up and down her vagina. She spread her legs and reached down and took my wrist and guided my finger between her pussy lips and into her cunt. Then she did the same thing to me. We must have stood there playing with each other for 10 or 15 minutes, all the while just rubbing our lips and tongues against each other."

"Finally, I couldn't take it anymore I wanted to cum and I pushed Mom back and told her I wanted to eat her pussy. She looked at me, kissed me again and took my hand and we got out of the hot tub. She pulled a cushion off the chaise lounge and we laid down and continued to play with each other. Finally, I got up and moved between Mom's legs. She drew her feet up and spread her knees and I put my mouth on Mom's pussy and ate her to two climaxes. After the second one, she pulled me around and on top of her and we ate each other until I had come twice. It was wonderful. Mom eats pussy better than anyone I know except you and your mother!"

What! My mother? My mother eats pussy? My mother eats my wife's pussy? What. The. Hell!" 

"Shit. I'm sorry Josie, it looks like I may have gotten ahead of the story."

"Don't worry about it Hon, we were going to tell him today anyway. He will just have to wait a few minutes longer that's all. Go on with your story."

I just sat and stared, open-mouthed, at my mother.

"Close your mouth dear and listen!"

Kate continued, "Well we had the most glorious session of pussy eating that I ever had up to that time. We each had multiple orgasms and were so exhausted that we just snuggled up next to each other and slept right there on the deck on the cushions. The next morning I woke up to feel Karen eating me again. I knew then that there would be no crying jags; no regrets, no recriminations and that she and I were now lovers. I was only concerned about how this might affect her relationship with you."

"Based on what she told me about you, how she felt about you, and how well we had hit it off at the cookout, I knew you and Karen were the right fit and I hoped that you two would marry. Believe me it is not that easy to find someone, not only to love, but also to live with year in and year out. You two were a perfect fit. Also, I liked your mother. One thing I discovered at the cookout was that she made me hot just looking at her!" With that Kate looked at Josie, blew her a kiss and laughed.

"Well, anyway Babe, I moved into Mom's suite and we made love everywhere in and out of this house that you can imagine. When you and I weren't having sex, Mom and I were. It was a glorious summer. I almost didn't go back to college for my sophomore year. I wanted to stay with Mom but couldn't give you up. I thought and I thought and I thought, and you won. I would not give you up and the thought of you finding someone else worried the hell out of me." 

A man's ego can't get any bigger than mine was at that moment!

"Besides, I didn't lose. True I didn't have my baby girl to make love with but there were compensations. And, whenever she came home it was almost as good as that first time on the deck."

"The problem came when we got married. So, after we got married I started to worry that you might find out about Mom and me and not be cool with it. So, for about a year we cooled it. I talked to Mom and Josie and they each told me they didn't think you would have any problem with the relationship but if I was worried about it I would telegraph that worry to you and it might really become a problem so we all agreed to stop."

"However, when you had to go on the trip to Japan and were going to be gone for 6 weeks, I got horny and intended to stop by and see Mom and just have some company. But, we ended up making love and I would come over every other day or so and we would have sex. I started to feel guilty, not because of the sex but because it felt as if I was cheating on you. What was I going to do about my relationship with Mom? Was I going to tell you and possibly hurt our marriage or was I going to stop having sex with her. I told myself that you would not suffer any lack of sex just because I was making love to my mother so, why take a chance on fouling up our marriage by telling you. I rationalized it real well. I made sure that none of my sex sessions with Mom ever interfered with you or took anything away from our lovemaking. As a matter of fact, I would sometimes be so hungry for a cock in me after a session with Mom that I would be especially horny when I cam home to you or you returned after a trip. Do you feel like I ever neglected you?"

I had to admit I didn't. So, having sex with her mother made her hornier for me? Well, in that case, this could be a blessing in disguise. "No, I never did think you neglected me and I love you for that."

"Oh, by the way, the night of your bachelor party, while you and your buddies were watching strippers with fake boobs wave their pussies in your face, and sneaking into the backroom to get a blowjob from the strippers, Mom, Josie, me and two of my bridesmaids had a night of unbridled sex here in the house instead of having a Bachlorette party. I have tapes of the whole thing."

"Which two bridesmaids? Shit, you mean Dolores and Sandy? Shit, this is getting hotter by the minute. I want to see those tapes!"

However, the longer we were married and the more I knew you the more I thought that Mom and Josie were right, if you found out about us you might be stunned but you would understand that it is no threat to you and you would be cool with it. So, occasionally, usually when you were away or working late, I would come over for a soak and some sex. And, that's where we are now. So, I guess what this boils down to is that I want to continue having Mom and Josie for lovers. But, I don't want to do anything that will affect our relationship so, are you okay with that?"

I sat almost stunned at what I heard. How did I feel, what was I thinking? Frankly, I didn't know. I was sexually turned on that's true but could I endorse a lifestyle that included having sex with my mother and mother as well as my wife? Physically, hell yes! Psychologically, I wasn't sure. Would I start out a stud and end up with recriminations and guilt? Okay, you're over thinking this. Stop trying to psychoanalyze yourself. Break the problem down into manageable parts. Did you mind your wife having sex with her mother? No. Did you mind your wife having sex with your mother? No. Do you want to have sex with your mother-in-law? Yes. Did you want to have sex with your mother? Yes. Problem solved.

"Yes. It is okay with me. I love you and if you continue to love me, then yes, continue your relationship with Kate and Mom. I'm okay with it. 

Karen got up, with tears in her eyes, and plopped herself down in my lap and kissed me like she never did before. "God, I love you Ken. Thank you."

Kate just looked at me and smiled and mouthed 'Thank you' and blew me a kiss.

Mom laughingly said, "Okay, if you two are gonna get all mushy and maudlin, we will never get this story told. Knock it off."

Karen got up, kissed me and bent down and kissed George, looked me in the eye and said, "You are due a blowjob like you have never had before." Then sat down in her chair.

George seemed interested.

Mom said, "Okay, now it's my turn. After you met Karen you really didn't tell me much about her except that she was 'wonderful', 'marvelous', 'beautiful', 'the greatest thing that had ever happened to you', and so on, and so on. You weren't too much on specifics. So, figuring that you had pretty much decided that she was the only woman you wanted, I wanted to know more about her. When Kate called with the invitation to the cookout I jumped at the chance to meet her and Karen. It was funny but we found ourselves talking for over an hour that day on the phone and based on that conversation I knew I would like her."

"The cookout was a really nice day. I could see that you two were very much in love. I could see that Karen was a beautiful person and was perfect for you. I could also see that Kate loved her daughter very much and she also knew that you two were in love. Kate and I talked quite a bit that day and made a date to have lunch the following day. It was at that lunch that I decided that Kate was going to be my best friend."

"We had lunch several times over the next few weeks. Each time I became more impressed with Kate. It was because of her that I decided to stop looking like a fat frump and do something about changing my life. So, I joined the gym. Kate and I talked on the phone just about every day. She encouraged me. Actually, I was a teeny bit jealous of how good Kate looked and I wanted to look that good too. I have to admit, that I found Kate sexy and I had some problems with those feelings. Unlike most girls, I had never had a bisexual or lesbian experience. As a matter of fact, at that time I felt no sexual desires or urges at all. I had tuned sex out. It just was not something I was interested in. After meeting Kate I started to feel horny again and, for the first time in many, many years, started masturbating. I even bought a vibrator and a dildo. I was still having problems because when I masturbated I thought of Kate."

Kate broke in. "What your mom is saying is just what I felt for her too. What she didn't know at the time was that I had the hots for your mom the day of the cookout. Even though she wasn't the most physically appealing woman (giggles from Mom) there was some chemistry that I felt. I wanted to get to know her and be friends with her and if we could have a physical relationship also, that would be great."

"When I became disillusioned with the gym and the condescending attitude of the people there I told Kate that I was quitting the gym. She came to my rescue and offered her gym and personal trainer. The result of that was that we got to spend a lot of time together. With the gym, the trainer and, more importantly, her support, I soon was in better shape than I had been in many years. I felt good. I also felt horny. Still denying that I had bisexual feelings, I had a little fling with the trainer."

Laughing, Kate said, "That was something else girlfriend. On day, without Josie knowing it I had come home early from an appointment. I knew that she would be working out that day, so I changed into my workout clothes and came down to the gym to workout with her. I found your mother working out on the massage table with her legs over Lars' shoulders being fucked like there was no tomorrow."

"He was an asshole, but he did have a nice cock, almost as nice as Ken's."

"No, Ken's is prettier."

GO EGO, GO!

"Anyway, Kate never told me she knew about my little affair. Lars and I fucked damn near every day but it all came to an end when he decided to butt fuck me without first getting my permission. I had never had anal sex before and that was still one of my major hang-ups."

"I fired him the same day."

"Lars did me one very big favor. He kick started my libido. He made me start thinking of sex again. I slowly began to realize that I was in love with Kate and wanted to have sex with her. I just didn't know how to go about telling her."

"It was the hot tub again. Josie and I had worked out hard that day and she was feeling some pain in her knees so I suggested that we spend a half-hour or so in the hot tub before dinner. It was all very innocent. I wasn't thinking of anything other than trying to relieve her pain."

"What Kate didn't know was that I had a different kind of pain that I wanted to relieve."

Both Mom and Kate laughed.

"So, when Kate suggested the hot tub I agreed. We took off our clothes and got in the hot tub and sat and had some wine and talked and had some more wine and talked some more, and had some more wine....well, you know where this is going. Gradually, as the wine took over, we found the conversation becoming more personal and each of us was telling the other little things of our personal lives that only best friends will discuss. One thing that Kate told me was that she thought you were hot. She said she could see why Karen was in love with you and she wondered what you looked like naked. I told her I certainly did not know; I hadn't seen you naked since you were 9. Unfortunately, that made me begin to wonder just what you did look like naked and I told her so. We both got a laugh out of that."




Revelation 02 – Friday



"When I said that to Josie, the next image to come to my mind was Karen and how beautiful and sexy she looks naked. I asked Josie if she wondered what Karen looked like naked and she said yes. And, for some reason I asked her if she had ever had a bisexual or lesbian relationship while she was growing up. She told me no. But the way she said it made me think that she was holding something back and was embarrassed by the question and so I asked her if she was embarrassed. She admitted she was."

"I didn't want to tell Kate that the moment she asked me that question I had a picture of Karen naked in my mind and I started to get hot. Then I looked at Kate and her tits and began to get hotter. I realized at the moment that I had been having bisexual desires for her but now I also wanted her daughter too. So, I asked Kate if she had ever had a bisexual or lesbian relationship she flatly told me that she was bisexual. It stopped me cold. I asked her if she was having a relationship with a woman at that time."

"I didn't know how to answer her. I did not want to lie to her but I was afraid if I told her that Karen and I were having a relationship she would think the worst of me and I might lose her friendship and I could not handle that. So, I temporized. Since Karen was back in school and not here 'right then', I said I had been having one but not 'right now' which was technically true."

"When she told me that I only got hotter and her tits looked even better. So I asked her what it was like to make love to a woman."

"I wanted to keep it on a higher level than just pure sex so I told her it was soft, and caring and loving. That we spent as much time cuddling and talking and kissing as we did fucking – and I used that word to see what Josie's reaction to it would be." 

"I was so hot at that point I wanted to climb out of the hot tub lay down and masturbate. Deciding that I had to know, I said to Kate, how do women kiss? Show me! And she did. I loved Kate before this but now, without a doubt, I was IN love with her. Well, to make a long story short, Kate taught me everything there is to know about loving a woman. We became lovers."

"Mom never told me about her and Josie. I came over unannounced one weekend to find them out on the deck having sex. I stood by the patio door and watched them for over an hour. At first my feelings were hurt, not because Mom and Josie were having sex, but that she hadn't told me about the two of them before. Then I realized that was stupid, I didn't tell her about every woman I had sex with. Then I did something that I am not all that proud of. I went down to the security room and used the monitor to watch them make love on the deck. When they were finished I pulled the tapes of the deck cameras and replaced them with new tapes. I put the tapes I had pulled away and went back upstairs and got into my car and drove out of the driveway and called her on my cell phone to tell her I was coming over and would be there in about a half-hour. Then I waited until the time was up and went home and acted as if nothing had happened.

Tapes, what tapes? "What do you mean that you went to the security room, what security room and what are these tapes you are referring to?"

"Babe, that's another story. Mom has security cameras on the property that record all activity 24/7. But let me finish telling you this story before starting another, okay?"

"Okay, but I want to hear about these cameras."

"Okay, but later."

"Karen didn't say anything to Kate or me about that episode. Several weeks later she dropped by and suggested that we all get in the hot tub because she needed to talk and thought that would be the most relaxing place to do it. Again we had some wine and talked, had some more wine and talked and had some more wine but we weren't talking about anything of substance and I was beginning to become a little bored until she said that she had been having sex with several of her married girlfriends and that you were too. The Romans had it right, "in vino veritas' – in wine is truth. Then I became interested. My little boy was having sex with many women, I needed to hear the details."

"I have to admit that when Karen said she was having sex with other women, some of them married, I became a little jealous, the same way she had become jealous when she saw me and your mother having sex on the patio. So I pressed for details. That is when she told us about your massage courses in college and your massage sessions for 'needy' women. How she selected which girls you could massage and how it often resulted in a threesome. You two actually have quite an active sex life. I wish that I had had one as active at your age."

"Wait a minute here. You already knew all about the massage classes and the girls and everything? Why did you ask me all those questions the other night as if you knew nothing about them?"

"We felt that by having you admit to those sexual situations we would start to loosen you up, break down your barriers. Also, having you hear words like, sex, fuck, cunt, cock, and pussy coming from both your mother and my mother would not only loosen you up more but would start to excite you as well. Then to see your mother and my mother as sexual creatures exposing themselves to you and masturbating in front of you would break down more barriers and excite you even more. In short, you were being seduced by three very determined women. And, it worked."

"Okay, to continue with what I was saying, I had decided that I wanted to have sex with both our mothers at the same time and that is why I wanted to get them in the hot tub. Once we were in there nude with some wine and some sexy stories I knew, in a short time, I could have them 'eating out of my hand'. As I was telling them about our escapades in college and the massage sessions after we graduated, especially my lesbian affairs I could see that it was getting to them. They were looking at each other and I could see, in your Mom's mind, that she was wondering what it would be like to have sex with me."

"She is right, that is exactly what was going through my mind but since I still didn't know that Kate and Karen had a sexual relationship I didn't know how to pursue it and I was afraid that if I did it might ruin what Kate and I had. I was hot, getting hotter, wanting Karen and unable to do anything about it."

"Your mom is easy to read once you get to know her. She telegraphs what she is thinking but you men just don't know how to read women. Oh, well. Anyway, I was getting vibes from your mom that she wanted my pussy and boy, oh, boy did I want hers. I have had the hots for your mother for a long time but was afraid to make any kind of a move for fear of pissing my mother off and upsetting you. (laughs) What I didn't know at that time! When I knew your mom was bisexual, I made up my mind that it was just a matter of time before I would have my tongue up her pussy."

"Ken, you wife can be so crude, accurate, but crude. I could see that both my daughter and your mother were attracted to each other. I listened to what Karen was telling us and watching your mother and I suddenly knew that this was really being staged by your unscrupulous wife to get her mouth on my best friend and lover's pussy."

"It worked, didn't it?"

"It sure did and thank you for wanting me as much as I wanted you. We had several glasses of wine and Karen was taking a break from telling her stories when Kate just put her glass down and walked over and took Karen's wine glass and put it down and kissed her. I almost chocked on my wine. I was watching a mother kiss her daughter and, brother; it was no motherly kiss let me tell you. My pussy twitched and the temperature in the hot tub went up 50 degrees. They were locked in as passionate kiss and embrace as I have ever seen. Their hands went down to pussies and up to nipples they were all over each other. Finally, Kate helped Karen get up on the side of the hot tub and made her spread her legs. She looked over at me and said 'I think my daughter wants you to eat her pussy, do you want to? Of course I did and of course I did. Bottom line, we all had sex that night in as many ways as three horny women can have sex."

"So, now you know everything except for one thing. The session in the hot tub took place three weeks ago."

"What, three weeks ago? Wait, that was the weekend I was in Cleveland. You were having sex with both our mothers while I was sitting in a stupid conference room in Cleveland? What the hell! Karen, you knew our mothers were lovers years ago and never said anything until now why?"

"Hon, I was really afraid of queering what Mom and Josie had and I wasn't sure how you would react to that knowledge. They seemed so loving and right for each other and happy that I was afraid that if I told them I knew about their relationship it would somehow foul it up. On occasion I would come over and sneak down to the security room and take out those videos and put them on and masturbate like mad watching them make love. I damn near wore out those videos. Anyway, call it woman's intuition or whatever, I just got the feeling that the time was ripe to let them know and to get in your mom's pants. You have no idea how many times I jacked off thinking about your mom – she is hot!"

Mom looked at her and got up, came over and sat on the edge of Karen's chair and kissed her and said, "Thank you, I think your hot too and I love you very much" and returned to her chair smiling broadly at Kate.

"Anyway, we had sex at least 15 times that weekend and I almost could not get my legs to work anymore. My tongue was sore, my pussy was sore and my nipples were sore. I was horny'd out. The thought of sex was the furtherest thing from my mind until I picked you up at the airport Monday night and, all of a sudden, I was horny again and just wanted to lay in your arms and have slow lazy sex."

"And we did and I wondered about that – not that I objected, not at all. When I'm away you are usually much more aggressive when it comes to welcome home sex. I guess now I know."

"Kate, I have a question for you, for almost what, three years, you were having a love affair with my Mom and separately with Karen. Karen knew about you and Mom but you didn't know that and Mom didn't know about you and Karen. How did you ever keep the two affairs separate? 

"It wasn't all that hard except during the summer. Josie lived at her house and Karen was in college. I was able to balance the two and keep them separate although I have to tell you there were times when I would have a quickie with your Mom in the gym and then have a quickie with Karen in the bedroom before she went on a date with you. Actually, it was a lot of fun. The first summer was hard because Karen was living here, at least on paper, most of the time she stayed with you. After that, you two were living together and Karen would just pop over to say hi and eat a little pussy."

"One of the things we did accomplish that weekend, apart from constant sex, was to sit down and figure out how we could tell you about this and how we could get you to overcome your reluctance to join us. Josie knew that you would have reservations and a reluctance to have sex with my mother and especially with her. We had to show you somehow that they are really very sexy ladies capable of doing very sexy things and they want to have sex with you and we want you to have sex with us, all of us together, separately or in any combination. We want you with us."

With that no noise was heard except for the sounds of the air handler. It was totally quiet in the room. I was astounded at what I heard. I had no idea all this was happening under my very nose. What was I feeling, besides being damned horny? For a long moment I don't think I felt anything at all. I was numb. Slowly, some feeling came back then it flooded in and I realized that I loved these women as I never loved anyone before."

I must have sat there for 5 minutes or more. Finally, I just took a deep breath and looking at each of them said, "That is the hottest fucking story I have ever heard. My wife is having a lesbian relationship with her mother and my mother and you all want me to join you so we can all have sex together. Is it okay with me? Do I want to be part of an incestual daisy chain? Well, I guess the answer to that question is, you bet!

They all laughed and got up and one by one, beginning with Karen, climbed in my lap and kissed me soundly. This was going to be one big, happy, loving family.

I had just committed myself to a lifestyle that was pretty much every man's dream. But in the back of my mind I still could not completely shake the fear that something would go wrong. To live with 3 beautiful women in complete sexual freedom was a fact that my mind still was having trouble accepting especially since one of these women was my wife, another my mother and the other was my mother. 

After the hugs and kisses, we made our way to the bar to refill our glasses and toast our new relationship. The ladies were talking and laughing. Kate had her arm around Karen and they were giggling like schoolgirls over something or other. Mom looked at me and smiled and said, "Name your poison." I walked behind the bar and kissed her on the forehead and asked for an Absolut and tonic.

"Ken, baby, how do you feel? Are you okay with everything we've told you? Do you have any questions about anything?"

"Yea, I'm a bit curious about this guy Lars. How did it happen that you two began to have an affair?" Kate and Karen turned and listened for Mom's response to my question.

"Oh, I wouldn't call it an affair exactly. Over time, his massages became more intimate until he was masturbating me just about every time he gave me a massage. It started out slowly enough with him just teasing and maybe playing with my nipples. As I became more sexually aware and started to regain my sexuality, I began to look forward to his teasing. Eventually every time I got a massage Lars would play with me until I had a climax. He was careful to always give a good massage but he also made sure to see that I received a climax. One thing led to another and one time he just pulled me down to the end of the table, took out his cock and the next thing I knew he was fucking me. And, I have to admit, he was good at it!"

"Josie and Lars became an item, but only insofar as sex and massages went. There was never a romantic involvement. I wasn't as sexually involved with Lars as your mom. I would have him play with me on occasion if I wanted a climax and, once in awhile I would let him fuck me. But I had Karen and I was also seeing a couple of other ladies so I had all the sex I wanted. But, every now and then, I wanted a cock in my pussy and I would call on Lars. Your mom was just regaining her sexuality and she needed him at that time. However, we did have a foursome with him and a friend of mine."

"Male or female?"

"Female, of course," she responded with a laugh.

"Who was she, do I know her?"

"No. I don't think so and I have no intention of telling you who she is. She is a professional lady who was transferred out of this area. I had invited her over to work out with Josie and myself. During the workout, Josie and I were making comments about having Lars give us a massage when we finished working out. My friend asked how often we got massages what they were like. We both looked at each other and asked her if she wanted to find out. I told her that we almost always had one after we worked out. Since she had never had one before and was eager to see what it felt like she agreed but she didn't want Josie and I to leave the room; since she was a married woman she was embarrassed at being naked on the table with a strange man massaging her and said that she would feel more comfortable if we were there. 

"Keep in mind that since we were not exercising alone that day we were not exercising in the nude. The exercise suits we were wearing were quite conservative but this particular lady is very lovely, tall, with blonde hair, an almost perfect figure and the longest, shapeliest legs you have ever seen. Frankly, I wanted to see her naked. You see, I had suspected for sometime that this lady might be bisexual but I had no proof, just a feeling. I thought there might be a way to find out if she was bisexual, I mean she just made me horny!"

Josie reached over and slapped Kate on the ass. "I thought I made you horny."

"Oh, you do sweetie, you do. But you have to admit that you wanted to get in her panties too. Well, after we had worked out we went in and took our showers. When we were all in the shower, if I had been a man I would have had a hardon that you could fly a flag from. She was gorgeous. A body just made for love and sex."

"What Kate is trying to say is that she was super horny. I knew that if there was a way she could do it, Kate was going to get her tongue up her friend's pussy before the day was over. And, if she was really lucky, she would have her friend's tongue up her pussy too. Kate was a woman with a mission."

"Anyway, while an asshole, Lars, knows a good thing when he sees it. We came out of the shower with robes on and Lars had a good-sized lump in his shorts. When she took off her robe and laid face down on the table, he could not take his eyes off her ass. We covered her ass with a towel but he made sure that the towel did not hid a damn thing, you could look right up it to her pussy. She didn't shave her pussy but the hair was so light and blond that it might as well have been shaved. We all had a hard time keeping our eyes off her."

"Lars gave her an A1, top-notch massage even if he did linger over it, especially on her legs. Several times he would look up and catch our eyes and smile. He knew, or sensed what we had in mind. My friend was lying on her stomach and apparently was being affected by Lars' skill. It was pretty obvious that Lars' hands were doing the trick; she was getting hotter by the minute. Your Mom stood on one side of the table and I on the other. While Lars was massaging her thighs and buttocks we made sure to touch her arms and back by gently rubbing them."

"When Lars slapped her on her partially towel-covered ass and told her to turn over, she did so with a self-conscious smile and when she laid back down didn't even bother to put the towel over her. She laid there in all her naked glory and I was damned near drooling. She had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily. Josie and I remained on either side of the table and continued to rub her arms. Lars moved up to the head of the table and massaged her face, neck and upper chest. When he was ready to massage her breasts he looked over at me and I nodded my head to tell him to go ahead."

"Lars had a very light, almost brushing touch. He could deep knead a muscle one moment and just drag his fingertips over you the next. He was a master of the teasing touch. At first he used his palms and fingers to gently massage her breasts, never touching her nipples. He did this until her nipples were standing proud and hard. Then he began to lightly brush across the nipples. She kept her eyes closed and was making sounds in her throat that could almost be called purrs. He did this for a while then nodded to us and as he removed his hands from her breasts we took over for him, Josie on one breast, me on the other, she never opened her eyes even though she knew we were playing with her."

"Lars moved down to her stomach and to the top of her pelvis. As he massaged her with slow strokes, we tried to keep the same pace and tempo on her breasts but I have to admit, I was paying most of my attention to her nipples. 

My friend was, by this time, not even trying to pretend that she didn't know what we were doing. She opened her eyes and looked at Josie and then at me playing with her. Lars had moved down to her pelvis and the top of her thighs and she simply spread her legs as wide as the table would allow."




Revelation 03 – Saturday



Dear Readers,

It became evident that the naming convention I used for this series was faulty. I pulled all the chapters, made a slight change in the name, combined chapters so that each chapter covered one day and resubmitted the series. I've made some slight changes in the stories, mostly phraseology and grammar but the series has not been otherwise changed.

Please note that the underlying theme of this series is adult incest. While each chapter varies as to the category of sex scenes contained, this series will continue to be reflected in the INCEST category.

I hope this eases your reading, as it will my writing. I sincerely hope you enjoy my effort to express my own desires and fantasies.

I'm always open to criticisms and suggestions.

chiefx39

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Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday 

Revelation: 2 – Friday

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Revelation: 3 – Saturday

I felt someone shaking me. I opened one eye and there was Kate, kneeling by the bed. She smiled at me and whispered, "Morning sunshine, come on down and have some coffee with me and let's take a dip and have a chat."

It is very rare when I get up before Karen. I turned and looked over at her and she was definitely sleeping soundly as evidenced by that little soft snore that indicates she is deep into REM sleep. I looked back at Kate, smiled and nodded. She put her finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet and stood up and crooked her finger for me to follow her to the bathroom.

I got up and followed her. When I closed the door she walked up to me and pulled my head down for a kiss. Let's grab a cup of coffee and hit the pool for a couple of laps and then I want to talk with you."

"Ok, but I gotta pee first. Will you excuse me?"

She nodded and, expecting her to leave the bathroom I walked over to the commode and lifted the toilet seat. The next thing I knew I heard, "I'll give you a hand," coming from right behind me. The next thing I knew Kate reached out and took a soft hold on George and aimed him at the commode. Now, it is possible for me to pee with an EMHO, which is essentially nothing more than a piss hardon but with Kate holding on to me, it was soon going to change to a full hardon and I would not be able to urinate.

"Kate, if you don't let go, I won't be able to pee." 

She just smiled at me and reached over and turned on the tap in the sink. "I love holding a man when he pees, it's sexy. Just close your eyes and think about the sound of the water. You'll be okay."

Well, I had to pee and what did I have to lose so, I did and I was. As I thought about the water I had no problem letting go. I kept my eyes closed and trusted that Kate would aim me in the right direction. Everything was going smoothly until, as the flow slowed down and I was just about finished, she started to stroke me, probably to milk out the last of the urine. However, misinterpreting Kate's actions George awoke, and stretched and a few drops fell on her hand. Letting me go, she reached over to the sink and rinsed her hand. Then she took a washrag and wet it with warm water, came back, put the top toilet seat down and softly began washing George off and he was now fully awake!

When she felt that George was satisfactorily clean, she put the washrag back in the sink and looked up at me as she stroked me. With a grin she put her head down and slowly inserted my cock into her mouth. I could not believe that she almost had all of it in her mouth before she slowly moved her head back until he popped out. She did this two or three times and then put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me backward a few feet. She stood up, reached down, lifted the top toilet seat and sat down. She looked at me and said, "Kneel down, you can see better." See what better?

I knelt down and she spread her legs wide over the toilet seat and said; "Now I gotta pee." She reached down with both hands and spread her pussy lips and leaned back slightly so that I had a really good view. I had never really watched a woman urinate. Oh, I had seen Karen pee but not in a way that I would call sexy. This was sexy. For some reason I found it very erotic. I found myself rubbing the top of her thighs while she urinated. When she finished she said, "Now, you clean me off." 

I took the washrag and, just as carefully as she had cleaned George, I cleaned Lucy. She leaned back fully and moved her hips even more toward me. I took my time and made sure that all parts of her pussy were clean enough to eat off of and I repaid her kindness of a moment ago by leaning in and licking up and down her pussy several times. 

Kate reached down, lifted my head up and said, "That was fun, we should do that every morning." She leaned over and kissed me. "I'll meet you in the kitchen after you have finished freshening up." 

About 10 minutes later, after showering and shaving, I walked into the kitchen to the delightful smell of coffee and the beautiful sight of a naked Kate sitting at the kitchen table. I smiled at her and went up to her leaned down and kissed her and took the opportunity to stroke her breast and tweak her nipple.

Sitting down and pouring myself a cup of coffee, I took a sip and leaned back in my chair and said, "Okay, you got me up at an ungodly hour for what, a dip in the pool?"

"I wanted to talk with you, just you and me. I thought this might be a good opportunity."

"Sounds mysterious, is something wrong?

"No, sweetie, nothing is wrong. Let's get wet." With that she stood up and took my hand, I wasn't finished with my coffee so I took the cup and went with her out onto the deck and we moved toward the pool.

Kate let go of my hand and dove in. I finished the last of the coffee and slowly climbed down the ladder into the pool. "Damn, woman, this water is cold!"

"You wussey, it's invigorating. Wakes you up. You'll get used to it in a minute."

"Invigorating, hell. George has gone into hiding!"

"I'll bet I can find him if you want."

"Not right now. First let me stop shivering and then you can tell me what you think is so important that I had to give up my hard earned sleep."

"Not until you swim a few laps. You need some exercise; you're starting to get pudgy. I like my lovers, lean, mean and hard."

"With you, Mom and Karen, hard is the easy part."

She laughed and began to stroke down the length of the pool. I am not much of a swimmer. I can hold my own but Kate does this almost every day and the woman is in great shape and fast. I have to admit I liked the view from behind her. Watching her I suddenly realized that I could be a sailboat as my centerboard was fully extended.

After several laps, I just stood in the shallow end and watched her make two more laps before she pulled up and stood next to me. "I guess you want another cup of coffee don't you?"

"Always." We got out of the pool, toweled off and went into the kitchen, sat down at the table and poured ourselves some more coffee.

"First, I want you to know how much I have enjoyed these last two days and that I look forward to many more just like them. I dearly love you and your mother. I hope that you can accept everything that you have found out about your Mom, Karen and me. We never wanted to exclude you but were worried about what your reaction would be. I could not be happier to have you as a son and lover."

What in the hell kind of response can you make to that except thank you?

"Kate, I have to admit that all this is still a little strange, nice, but strange. To paraphrase Jimmy Carter, I admit to having lusted after you in my heart. But now I can lust after you openly. I like that. And I love you too Kate, I have since the first time we met. You are a beautiful person and a damned pretty and sexy woman."

"Thank you, sweetie. Any other time and I would climb on your lap and we could play love games. But, not right now. There are still some things you need to know, one of which is the security system that was mentioned yesterday. You don't know it but we are being recorded as we sit here. Oh, don't bother looking around; you probably won't see the cameras. Get your coffee mug and take a walk with me and I will explain."

As we walked out of the kitchen Karen explained, "I have security cameras in every room of the house, several common areas of the house, and covering selected portions of the grounds. I tape everything in those areas 24 hours a day. The cameras automatically switch to EAL mode (Enhanced Available Light) when it becomes too dark in a room or outside as the light fails. You will be amazed at the quality of the video these cameras can produce." She turned to look at me, "Right now you are thinking, was everything we did over the past two days recorded? It was."

We walked through the lounge, down the hallway into the new wing and into Kate's office. She crossed over to her desk, opened a panel on the top and made an entry on a keypad. Behind her desk a lock clicked and a door popped open a crack. The door had nothing on it to indicate that there was anything special behind it but perhaps a storage closet. She straightened up and said to me, "This is the door to the security office. It can only be opened by entering a coded number sequence into that keypad on this desk or on one I have concealed in my suite." She opened the door fully and indicated that I was to go in.

I had only been in Kate's office and the studio a couple of times over the years but you would think that I would notice a 9x12 room appended onto the rear of her office. Inside the room there were no windows and no other door. This was the only entrance. As Kate dialed up the lighting I saw along the left wall a bank of recorders several of which were outlined in red. The wall facing the door was covered with monitors that were not turned on, 10 of the monitors were also outlined in red. The right wall contained storage racks with what appeared to be several hundred oversized videocassettes of a type I had not seen before. The wall containing the entry door had four heavy-duty cabinets, two on either side of the door. 

Approximately 5 feet into the room in the center of the floor facing the monitors was a large U-shaped desk that had a partially recessed monitor in the center section with a keyboard, a mouse and a joystick. On the left wing of the U was a bank of push buttons that I found out were used to control the functioning of each recorder. On the right wing of the U was a double bank of push buttons used to control the functioning of the cameras and monitors. Also in the room, pushed off to the side were four rolling storage carts designed to hold fifty of the oversized cassettes. This was not your run of the mill domestic security system. This was a serious system that had the appearance of being a tailored custom system.

Kate explained that for each camera there was a recorder and a monitor but that 10 of those recorders outlined in red were additional, backup recorders. At the time it was installed, Kate had cameras operating in every room and area in the house, bathrooms and bedrooms included. However, she had switches installed in those two areas permitting anyone who knew about them to turn the cameras off for privacy. Several years later, Kate also had a monitored alarm type security system installed as well and she disabled the cameras in the bedrooms and bathrooms although the cameras and kill switches were still operable if she chose to reinitialize them.

Kate pointed out that everything was labeled with a one, two or three letter and two number designations. The letters indicated which room or area the cameras were surveilling and the numbers indicated the number of that camera in that room or area. L01 = Living room camera 1, K02 = Kitchen camera 2, LO04 = Lounge camera 4, ST09 = Studio camera 9, etc. All in all, the operation of the system was fairly simple and straightforward. The letter/number designation applied to the cameras, monitors and recorders. She sat down at the desk and using the computer turned on the monitors and indicated those that served the four cameras in the lounge. She called me up to the desk and activated the monitor on it and then using the keyboard typed in the designation of a monitor on the wall. The master monitor screen on the desk displayed what was also being shown of the monitor on the wall. She explained that audio was also available for each camera but since the audio was sound actuated and since no one was in the lounge, we wouldn't hear anything.

Kate entered some keystrokes on the keyboard and picking up the joystick, showed me how it was possible to swivel the cameras in a limited range up (only the ceiling was visible), down (about a 50 degree angle) right and left (almost 90 degrees each) and zoom in and out. In most of the rooms each camera's view overlapped at least one other that guaranteed a full 360-degree coverage of the room. When the system was in full automation and not being directed by a human being, each of the cameras was zeroed in to a specific point in the room or area calculated to permit maximum surveillance of that room or area and automatically returned to that zero point.

I asked Kate about the remaining recorders outlined in red. She explained that in the production studio there were 10 cameras. The monitors outlined in red indicated those cameras and 10 of the recorders outlined in red were also for those cameras. She explained that the tapes for the studio cameras were never recorded over if it contained video of one of her commercial or private recording sessions. Every tape containing such sessions could be saved if she wished. If they were saved they were kept in one of the combination locked storage cabinets along the wall behind the desk. Under normal conditions, when there were no commercial or private sessions in the studio, the tapes would be recorded over just as any of the other tapes would be. However, to ensure that this did not happen, there was a switch in the studio that Kate could activate that would prevent the recorders from re-recording the tape. Once the switch was thrown when the designated recorders reached the end of the current tape, they would transfer the signal to one of the 10 backup recorders. The only catch to the system is that Kate must remember to remove the tapes from the recorders and replace them with fresh ones and to reset the system. Kate pointed out that unless the switch was activated, the recorders functioned exactly the same as all the others and began recording over the tapes every 120 hours. The tapes did not need to be rewound since they were on a continuous loop. The remaining 10 recorders outlined in red were backups and could be used, if necessary, to backup any camera in the house.

Continuing with her explanation of the system, Kate noted there were 111 cameras on the property. Most of the cameras were concentrated on the house, pool house, garage and pool areas but she also had cameras on the grounds in carefully selected areas to safeguard the house. Several of the outdoor cameras were capable of both image enhancement and thermal imaging.

Several years ago, when technology permitted, in addition to the camera based security system Kate also had a very sophisticated monitored alarm system installed and hooked directly into the county Sheriff's office. She paid a county assessment of $12,000 a year to have that connection to the Sheriff's office with the expected response time for an alarm between 4-7 minutes. Kate considered it money well spent since twice in the past 10 years there had been an intrusion on the property and both times the sheriff's men arrived and took the men into custody before they could enter the house. Both had been convicted based on their presence on the grounds and the film showing their entry to the grounds.

To say I was impressed would be a gross understatement. Working for a governmental agency that often handles classified projects, I have some feeling for security systems. While this did not rise to that caliber it was, nonetheless a most sophisticated system for a domestic installation. "Kate, is it really necessary to go to such lengths on a security system? Is there something you are not telling me?"

"Ken, I am worth a bit of money. However, besides us, the main thing that I am trying to protect is this property. We occupy an area that is highly desired by both local government and private concerns. I have spent a bunch of money over the past several years fighting takeovers by these people. While the local government has been tenacious, they have also stayed within bounds and tried to obtain the property legally. The private concerns are another matter. There are unscrupulous people who will do virtually anything they can to obtain what they want. The people that tried to invade my space were, not so we can prove it, working for one of these private concerns. I felt that prevention is the best way. I acquired these systems and made sure that these private concerns knew about them and how effective they are. Since I have had them installed, I have not had any more trouble from them that my lawyers can't handle. It is money well spent. I have a security consultant that is responsible for ensuring that my system is in perfect operating order and is up-to-date with the latest in technology. I trust his judgment implicitly since he is a second cousin. Keep it in the family I always say." She laughed and patted George.

"Well, if you feel that this is necessary, I guess it is. I'm sorry that you have had to go to such extremes though."

"No big deal. I spend my money as I want to and as I think necessary. Sometimes you have to use your money to protect your money. So, any questions?"

"Who has access to all of this?"

"Your mom, Karen and I have the keypad combination. Now, you will have it as well." And she gave me the combination."

"So, I can simply come down here and watch while you 'entertain' your guests," I said with a leer.

"Technically, yes. But why would you want to sit in a windowless room when the system can be accessed from my bedroom, your bedroom or the suite in the pool house?" I told you that the only way you can gain entry into this room is from the keypad on the desk in the office or the one in my suite. What I didn't tell you was that you do not have to be in this office to operate the system. It can be accessed and controlled from several places: here, my bedroom, your bedroom or the pool house. Additionally, the signal from the system can be sent to any of the large screen TV's in the house or pool house."

Kate explained that sometimes she would load in a tape of a past commercial shoot to observe what went right or what went wrong or simply to try and get ideas for another shoot. She might even send it to any or all of the monitors so that she can be doing something else in another part of the house while she watches.

Naturally I asked her if she ever just pulled tapes of previous sex sessions and watched them. She admitted she did and that she specifically saved some of the tapes from "special sessions" she had. But, she said, "Remember that these tapes record over themselves every 120 hours if no one specifically comes down here and switches the cassette over. I don't keep tapes unless there is something that I really want to save. Naturally, I asked her about the tapes from Karen's 'bachlorette' all-girl sex orgy. She took me over to the cabinets and opened one. In the cabinet were 200 cassettes many were labeled with a date and time but some were blank. She explained that by using the computer on the desk and entering the date and cassette number you could access a database with a brief summary of what was on the cassette. She pointed to one that had on it the date of the day before our wedding and a little red dot. "That's the tape. But, before you watch it, you should ask Karen's permission, your mom and I won't mind, but it would show your respect for her privacy although I don't doubt that she really wants you to see it. Just ask her first. Besides, I'll bet she wants to be with you when you are watching it."




Revelation 03 – Saturday



"As always, oh, wise, very sexy mother, you are correct."

She smiled at me and stroked my cheek with her hand. "Okay, that's it. Do you have any more questions?"

I had none and we left the security office, made sure the door was locked and I practiced entering the key combinations to make sure I had it committed to memory.

"Mom, Ken, where are you guys", came over the intercom. Karen was awake and wondering what happened to us. 

"Morning, sweetie, we are in the office. I was just showing Ken the security system and explaining how it works. We are on our way over to the lounge now. See you shortly."

"Okay but Josie and I are out on the patio getting ready to take a dip. I see some wet towels, did you convince my lazy hubby to actually get wet?"

"I did and he did and he even swam some laps, I told him I liked my lovers to be buff and he is become a wussey and getting lazy. But, I suspect that we ladies can whip him into shape."

Oh, how kinky, whipping now. Okay, I'm in. I've been looking for an excuse to wear those 6-inch spikes. Kisses."

I could only stand there and shake my head. I had totally lost control. A man has a chance of winning with one woman, if he works hard and is devious as hell. With two he had better be all that, damned fast on his feet and able to keep both of them happy and satisfied. With three, just give up! 

Kate looked at me and burst out laughing. "I'll bet you thought you had control didn't you? You know my daughter well enough to know that you never, ever had control. You might as well just admit defeat and enjoy your subservience. Trust me, we will treat you really, really well." And, as she was saying that she came around the desk, turned me to face her and pulled my head down into a very, very nice sensual kiss while, at the same time taking her hand and softly stroking my cock. My hands automatically went, one to her tit and one to her pussy. We stayed like that for quite a few minutes and I was really horny when she stepped back and looked at me said, "You know you haven't fucked me yet. We are going to rectify that today." And she let me go, turned and walked out the door.

I stood there with a hardon, taking deep breaths wondering what it was going to be like to fuck Kate, the phrase 'riding the whirlwind' came to mind and shivers ran up my back.

On the way through the kitchen I grabbed another cup of coffee and a bun. I was starting to drink a lot of coffee and eating a lot of buns, no pun intended. I was going to have to watch that. I walked out onto the deck and the ladies were sitting around the table kibitzing. They all looked down at my semi-hardon and laughed. I was going to get a complex if they kept doing that. Kate said, "Stop that, leave Ken alone, he can't help himself."

"Yeh, leave me alone. It's all your fault, the three of you. Go in the house and put some clothes on!

"No way, clothes are verboten. You are just going to have to learn to deal with us the way we are, or are you already getting tired of us"

"No that simply won't happen. Now stop aggravating me and let me finish my coffee in peace." 

"Sorry, honey, but I like seeing you naked and ready. I promise I won't tease you for at least 15 minutes, okay? We were just trying to decide what we want to do today, any ideas?"

"How about this, I walk over to that chaise lounge, sit down and work on my tan and take a nap, then about 2:00 O'clock I get dressed and go to the house to meet the carpenter that is coming out to give us the estimate on the cabinet you want in the kitchen, how about that?"

"Damn, I forgot all about that. Do you want me to come with you?"

"You can if you want but you don't have to. Why not stay here and relax. I have all the data he needs and it shouldn't take more than an hour or two. I should be back around 4:00 O'clock."

Kate piped up with, "Listen, I have an appointment to do some filming at 7:00 tonight. You all are going to have to make yourself scarce okay?"

The phone rang. Kate picked it up. "Hello. Well, how are you Jill? Yes, she is right here."

Covering the phone with her hand she handed it to Mom and whispered, "It's Jill and she's crying."

Mom took the phone and said, "Jill, what is wrong?" and she got up from the table and walked down the deck to have some privacy. We all looked at each other and sat and watched mom walking and talking. She was very engrossed in the conversation and was doing more listening than talking. The conversation went on for 15 or 20 minutes. Finally mom must have said goodbye and terminated the call because she took the phone from her ear and came back to the table.

"Mom, what's wrong. Is something wrong with Aunt Jill or Uncle Joe?"

"No, they are both okay but they are having some problems. From what Jill tells me they have been having problems for a while now and she wanted them both to go to counseling and Joe won't go. You know how Joe is, a nice guy most of the time but when he gets angry and digs in his heels there is nothing you can do to get him to move off center. The bottom line is that Jill is both very frustrated and pissed. She told me a little of the problems but I don't want to go into them right now. Bottom line, she feels that she needs to get away for a while and she wants to know is she can come spend a week or two with me. I can't tell her no after all she did for me after your dad died so I told her that of course, she can come. So, Thursday I would like for you to go with me to pick her up at the airport back to the house."

"Of course Mom, be glad to. I have some time coming, I'll just take 8 hours leave." We spent about a half-hour working out the logistics of having Aunt Jill stay with Mom for a couple of weeks."

"Josie, why doesn't she stay here? We have all the room in the world and it'll just be the three of us since Karen and Ken will be working. We have the pool, the hot tub and I can have Riva come in and give her a makeover and we could even have a masseuse come in and give her a massage. We can just let her relax and get her bearings again?"

"That is why I love you. Fantastic Idea. You're right, that is just what she needs. We'll do it but we'll surprise her with it. We can put her in the suite that Ken and Karen are using. I think she will love it." And Mom leaned over and kissed Kate very lovingly.

"Hey, you two, what are you going to do about your relationship? Are you going to tell your sister that you are living here with Mom as her lover or are you going to move out of your room and into another?" Ever the practical Karen.

"I'll move over to the suite in the new wing for the period that Jill is here. No, wait. We'll put Jill in that suite and I'll move into your room. That way I can just sneak down the hall and into bed with my sweetie," and she patted Kate on the leg. "She doesn't need to have anything else put on her plate right now like her sister is in a seriously committed lesbian relationship with her best friend." And she looked over to Kate and winked. Kate smiled and nodded her head.

"Well, that seems to take care of that problem for now. Are you sure you don't want to tell us anymore about your sister's problem?" Karen can be somewhat nosy from time to time.

"No, babe, not right now. Let's let it sit for the present." " Okay, what were we talking about? Kate, you said you had a 7:00 O'clock appointment?"

"There are three women coming who want me to shoot some erotic stills and video so that they can use them to "rekindle the spark that has gone out of their marriages. This is a bit of an unusual situation since I don't usually get three women coming in here for that reason. Also, I am a friend of the mother of one of the girls but I'll bet good money she doesn't know anything about this. Usually, when I get a request like this it will be a single girl or a couple. I haven't even come up with a script that I can suggest to them. I hope they have some concept of what they want to do."

"Who are the girls, do I know them?"

"As a matter of fact you do Karen, you went to high school with two of them, Teresa and Jodie and I think you know Chris."

"Oh, yeh, I definitely remember them. Jodie is real nice. Teresa is a bit overbearing, or at least she was, but, all in all, a nice person. Chris is hot. I made a pass at her once and I thought she was going to take me up on it, but seemed to get cold feet at the last minute. We all got along pretty well. So, they need a little spice in their lives huh? Maybe I ought to lend them Ken for a couple of days, he can give them massages."

Kate said, "Seems to me that the only reason you are willing to loan out your husband is to see if you can get in their pants. You are bad girl, bad. Okay, tell me what you know about their husbands so that I can try to figure out what I can suggest to them."

Kate and Karen began a detailed discussion of the failings of their husbands and why they might need to give their sex life a hot shot. I nodded to mom and she and I got up and walked hand in hand down the deck and climbed up into the hot tub and sat down.

"Mom, what can you tell me about Aunt Jill, is she really okay?" While I liked everyone in the family on mom's side, I liked Aunt Jill the best. She always treated me great and was always ready to laugh and joke and kid around. When I was little, she always gave the best presents at Christmas and birthdays and she would play catch with me and could handle a lacrosse stick very well. I was impressed when I found out she was a starter all four years in high school and three times made the All-State team. From what mom has told me, she was the tomboy of the two of them. Since she and Uncle Joe never had children, I think she kind of substituted me for the son she never had. If there was anything that I could do to help her I certainly wanted to do so.

Mom thought for a moment and said, "I'm not yet sure of all the details. But, from what I understand they have been having some problems for a while. The root of the problems I don't know and I'm not sure she knows. But the problem is manifesting itself in increasing arguments and disagreements over just about everything, including sex. It seems your Uncle Joe is having performance problems. Now, Joe is 12 years older than Jill. She is 49 and he is 61 and he has been having prostate problems and seems to have lost all interest in sex. Jill is frustrated with him on many levels and sex seems to be the one that is the focal point of all the frustration. To top it off, she wants for both of them to go in for counseling about their problems and he doesn't want to, probably because he is embarrassed to admit to anyone that he has a problem that he can't control. Control is a big issue with Joe; he has to be in control at all times. To him, losing control is the worst thing that can happen."

"What do you think we can do to help?"

"You? You just treat her as you always have, make sure she knows that she is still your favorite aunt and that you love her and, under no circumstances, say anything about what I have told you! Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"As for me, I will be sympathetic. Mostly, I will just let her talk it out. Outside of that, there really isn't much more I can do except make her feel loved and appreciated. Okay, it's getting late, let's go get some lunch and you will have to get dressed and head over to the house. I think I will go with you if you don't mind; I'd like to stop by Frieda's Salon on the way home. I need some shampoo and stuff. You don't mind do you?"

"Of course not. Be glad to have the company."

We climbed out of the tub and walked back to where Kate and Karen were still talking and told them we were going to get some lunch and that mom was going to go with me to the house and stop for hair supplies on the way back. Kate gave mom a list of the items she wanted.

We both were pretty quiet and did not talk much on the way over to the house. When I pulled up it was 1:45, the carpenter was just pulling in as well. We went in the house, I showed him where we wanted the cabinet, gave him the drawings that a friend had done for me with his CAD/CAM program. He studied them for a minute, took some measurements and I called Karen and had her explain to him the details of what she wanted. All in all, we were there maybe 45 minutes.

We were off to Frieda's Salon. When we arrived and mom started getting out of the car she said, "Aren't you coming in too?"

"No, I'll just wait in the car."

"Nonsense, every time I come for my hair appointment Frieda asks about you, at least come in and say hi."

"Mom, I would really rather not. You understand, I want to put that little episode behind me."

"Ken, you are 27, not 17. Things like that happen. Let it go, time to be friends and forget it."

Knowing I would not win, I gave in and we both went into the saloon. I try to avoid Frieda. When I was a sophomore in high school I got involved with Frieda. She was two years older than me and the sister of a friend of mine. Frieda was...IS a hottie. All of us had the hots for her. Why she chose me to share her booty with I never could find out but she semi-seduced me. I wasn't a virgin in the true sense of the word but I had only had 1 girl that I had fucked twice. The first time I think I got it in before I came and the second time I lasted a good 3 minutes. Frieda took me on as her personal project. It was her goal to show me all the joys of sex and boy did she ever!

We fucked and sucked every chance we got. She gave me my first blowjob and swallowed! She was the one that first let me fuck her in the ass. And, it was while I was fucking her ass with her bent over a chair in her kitchen that her mother came home unexpectedly and caught us. The furor over that was enough to get me grounded for most of my sophomore year and her father threatening to chop off my cock. My father was pissed passed believability and my mother was none too happy either. Our families stopped speaking to each other until my dad died and then they reconciled with mom.

The thing that makes me want to avoid Frieda wasn't any of that, it was that Frieda assumed that we were an item and expected that we were going to get engaged when I graduated high school. We probably would have too except I found out that she was not only fucking me but another guy and her brother as well! It seems the Hans and Frieda had been fucking since he was 13 and she was 15. So, I gave up the sex and broke it off with Frieda. The breakup was nasty and we didn't speak for several years. Now, when we do have occasion to meet, we are cordial but not really friendly. In all honesty, I think I still have the hots for Frieda. 

I was nice, pleasant and cordial. I hustled Mom out of the salon as quickly as I could and we got back in the car. I got behind the wheel and gave a dramatic sigh to which my mother laughed and said, "Now, it wasn't that bad. She is nice and a damned good hair stylist. You wouldn't want her to get mad at you and get even by giving your old mom a bad cut, would you?"

"Is that what all this is about, you are afraid you will get a bad cut? Damn, Mom!"

"She punched me on the arm and said, "Watch your language young man. Your mother is in the car!"

That lighted the mood and we headed home. 

"Ken, it's still early yet, do you mind swinging by my house? I want to pick up a few things and talk to Mrs. Earle."

"Sure, no problem. Mom, what are you going to do with the house? You really shouldn't leave it sitting vacant so long. Have you ever thought of selling it?"

"No, I don't think I want to do that. I love that house and would have a very hard time selling it."

"I understand. I feel the same way but you can't just let it set like that. How about renting it? I work with a man who has just transferred in from California. He has a wife and 2 kids, they are in their early 30's and he is looking for a place to rent. Would you consider that?"

"That's an idea. I'll think about it and let you know. I think the house would like having kids around again."

To Mom, that house was a part of her and she almost treated it as if it was a part of the family, not just a house. She had worked very hard to make that house exactly the home she wanted. We pulled into the driveway and Mom got out and told me to go on in and open it up and she would be back shortly. I went in opened some windows and went out on the patio and stood there thinking how much I enjoyed growing up here.

Mom saw me on the patio and came over. We stood there for a short time before going back into the house. I went into the den and stood for a while looking at dad's old chair and the plaques on the wall remembering how much fun we had together. Mom called me from the bedroom and I went to see what she wanted. She had an overnight bag on the bed packed with some of her clothes. She was sitting on the bed and looked at me smiled and patted the bed next to her. I sat down.

"Ken, I want you to do something for me."

"Sure Mom, what is it."

"I want you to make love to me here."

For a second it felt like my heart stopped. "Here? Now?" I was taken completely by surprise. 

"You know that you and I are going to have a sexual relationship. I think that the first time that you and I make love should be just us with no one else around and it should be here in this house on this bed. This is where we loved each other and this is where we should share our love for each other."

I looked at her and smiled and knew that she was right. I got up from the bed and said, "Let me lock the patio door. You know Mrs. Earle, she might just walk in." Mom laughed and said, "I could never get her to stop doing that, she almost walked in on your dad and I several times. Wouldn't it be the scandal of the century if she walked in while you and I were having sex?"

I closed and locked the door and turned on the A/C. I picked up a bottle of wine and two glasses on my way back to the bedroom. When I walked into the room, Mom had taken the overnight case off the bed, turned the Venetian blinds to slightly darken the room and turned down the covers on the bed. I began to become excited at the thought that I was finally going to have sex with my mother.

I put the wine and glasses on the table and poured us each a glass. I handed Mom hers and said, "A toast to us. To two people that love each other completely and without reservation. I love you, Mom and I always will."

We each took a drink and put down the glasses. She came into my arms and we kissed, softly and lovingly. As the kiss went on, it became more passionate and soon we were kissing like lovers, not able to get enough of each other's lips and tongues. I soon had a hardon to rival John Holmes. Mom, feeling me pressing in against her, took one of my hands and put it on her breasts and reached her hand down between us and softly stroked me through my pants.

We broke the kiss and I reached down and picked her up and carried her over to the bed and softly laid her down. I stepped back and began to remove my clothes. She sat up and began to remove hers. We had been naked with each other for two days, yet now watching her undress I was hotter than I can remember being before. My breath was becoming rapid and my heart was pounding. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

I was fully nude, standing there watching my Mom remove her bra. She reached up and cupped her breasts and offered them to me. I crawled up on the bed and kneeling over her, bent my head down and began to lick first, one nipple, than the other. I sucked on each breast and fondled them as she laid back and held my head. She reached her hand down and began to stroke me softly and letting her hand run down under me to cup my balls. I was afraid that I was going to cum before I even entered her.





Revelation 03 – Saturday



I pulled back and sitting on my heels, began to unfasten her skirt and pulled it down. She raised her hips so I could slide it off. I bent down and kissed her stomach and rolled my tongue around her belly button. Then, I grasped the sides of her panties and slowly removed them. I gently spread her legs and simply ran my fingers up and down her pussy lips and lingered a bit on her clitoris.

She was breathing as heavily as I was and her face was flushed. She had her eyes closed and when she opened them, reached up and pulled me down to lay beside her. She turned her body slightly toward me and we kissed. Both of us were running our hands over each other stimulating each other.

We broke the kiss and just lay there looking at each other while we fondled and stroked each other. God was I hot! I was starting to be afraid that I would cum before I ever consummated the act. We smiled and I leaned over and began to suck on her nipples, slowly moving down to her stomach and belly button and then to her mons. She took several deep breaths because she knew that my next stop would be her vagina.

I slid down the bed until I was lying on my stomach with my head between my mother's legs. I gently moved her legs open and ran my tongue along her pussy lips. I took each of her legs and placed them over my shoulders and using the first finger of my right hand probed her pussy and inserted it gently. She raised her hips to encourage its entry. With my left hand, I spread her lips until her clit was exposed and lowering my face I gently licked it with my tongue. She moaned and put her hand down on the back of my head. With her other hand she stroked her nipple.

"Oh, God, Ken. That feels fantastic. I know what Karen means when she says you are a fantastic lover. Please, don't stop. Just like that, right there, oh, God!"

I began to suck on her clit. Karen loves to have her clit sucked and so have most of the other women I have eaten. Mom was no exception; she kept humping her hips at me and grinding her pelvis against my mouth. Taking the hand that I had used to hold her pussy lips open, I used my first finger to very lightly run is up and down her ass crack, pausing to make small circles around her ass hole. When I did this, she moaned even harder and pushed her pussy more tightly against my lips. By now Mom was very wet, so I switched fingers. The finger in her pussy was wet and I placed it against her pursed asshole and put gentle pressure on it. Slowly, the sphincter muscle gave way and the finger began to slide into her ass. Her muscle pulsed around my finger as if trying to draw it further up her ass. When my finger was all the way in I began to bugger her, alternating strokes between the finger in her pussy and the finger in her ass. 

I intensified my sucking on her clit and inserted another finger in her pussy. I turned my hand upside down and tried to find her 'G' spot. I must have hit it because she jumped and pushed her pussy so hard into my face that I thought she was going to break my nose. 

"Oh, shit, what are you doing to me? God, oh, God, I'm going to cum. 

Don't stop, please don't stop!" And she raised her hips completely off the bed and her pussy started contracting, her ass started contracting and she was cummin. Just like before, she seemed to come forever. Contractions followed contractions, her hand was pushing me head into her pussy and her hips were off the bed and she was just saying, "Damn, oh, damn, oh, damn," over and over.

Finally, the contractions ceased and she dropped her hips back to the bed and her whole body shuddered. She just laid there, hand still on my head but without any pressure, stroking my hair. I could hear her breathing coming in gasps and beginning to slowly return to normal. I took my finger out of her ass and once again spread her pussy lips and slowly ran my finger up and down her pussy and softly licked and kissed her clit until she reached down with her other hand and put both hands under my chin and raised my head. She took her legs off my shoulders and tugged me upward on the bed on top of her and looked me in the eyes, smiled and drew my face down to her and kissed me very softly.

"Good God, where did you ever learn to do that? That was fantastic! I thought Kate was good at eating pussy, and Karen ranks right up there with the best but you are something else. I would never have thought that my son would be the person to give me the most fantastic orgasm I have ever had," and she laughed. I think you should do that for me at least once a day."

"Mom, believe me it would be my pleasure. A boy has to listen to his mother when she know best, doesn't he?"

We both laughed. "Poor baby, such a big hardon and so excited and needing to have some release, let me see what I can do to make you feel better." She had ahold of my cock and was stroking it. She started to move down as if she was going to return the favor. As much as I wanted to feel her lips on my cock and watch as my mother sucked my cock, I knew that if she did I would pop my load. "Mom, if you keep stroking me like that, I am going to cum. I want to know what it feels like to be in you, to cum in you. Can you cum again?"

"Oh, my, yes. I just need a little incentive and I think that your cock can give me that incentive. Put that lovely cock in me!" And she spread her legs and tried to guide my cock into her.

I moved down a little and felt my cock brush against her pussy lips. Slowly pushing forward I felt the crown enter her. It felt so good I withdrew and did it again. Marvelous. The feeling was absolutely intense so, for a few minutes I only inserted the head of my cock and withdrew it, several times. Shortly, Mom was panting and moaning. She reached down and grabbed my hips and tried to pull me into her. I slowly inserted my cock further and we both drew in our breath. Finally, I was completely inside with both our groins tight against each other. I looked down and said, "God, Mom you feel good. We are finally having sex, we are making love, we are fucking! I love you!"

"I love you too. Now, do it real slow like you were I want to feel you as you slide in and out, slow, like that, just like that. It feels so good. Make love to me slowly, Ken."

She smiled at me and pulled my head down and we kissed, another soft, gentle kiss while I slowly fucked my mother. I felt that if we kept fucking like this, I could go on forever. It felt fantastic and I didn't want it to end so I tried to keep myself from getting so excited that I could not control my orgasm. We must have fucked like that for, I don't know, 20 minutes or more. Mom had her eyes closed and was just smiling and fucking me back. Mom opened her eyes and said, "Now, I want to fuck you. I like being on top, lie down on your back." I pulled out and slid down her body, placing a kiss on her pussy on the way. Then I lay down and pulled a pillow under my head. I watched as Mom rolled over and on top of me. She drew up her legs and raised her hips and positioned her pussy over my cock and slowly lowered herself onto me. I lay there with a wonderful view of Mom's tits and my cock buried up to its hilt in Mom's pussy. She put her hands on my chest and began to raise and lower her pussy on my cock. She had her eyes closed and it looked as if she was working on another climax. Sitting straight up she began to roll her clit between her thumb and first finger and doing the same thing to her nipple with her other hand. I began to feel the start of a climax, you know that feeling you get at the base of your cock and you know that shortly you will blow. "Mom, I'm going to cum."

"Cum, Baby. I want to feel you cum in me. I'm going to cum with you."

Our breathing was fast and shallow, and the speed of our strokes increased. I watched a flush creep over Mom's chest and her nipples looked like nails. She was humping me as hard as I've ever been humped and I felt the damn about to burst. "I'm cummin, damn, I'm cummin, I'm cummin!" And I came, shot after shot. The feeling was very intense. Sure it was sexually a wonderful climax but there was something else as well, a tremendous feeling of love too. I was finally consummating my sexual relationship with my mother and I loved it. I was now addicted!

At about my second or third spurt, I felt Mom's contractions begin. While Mom doesn't contract as hard as Karen, the feeling is delicious. Karen's contractions are intense and seem to pull my cock deeper into her. Mom's contractions are less intense but they feel more as if they are sucking on my cock, trying to milk out the very last of my cum.

Her orgasm this time was not as long but may have been more intense. Many women will tell you that they have both clitoral orgasms and vaginal orgasms. They also say that the vaginal orgasms are not quite as intense but more deeply satisfying. Mom appeared to be having a vaginal orgasm.

When we were done, when it was over and I had finally finished shooting my first load of cum into my mother, when we had finished the overt sexual part of our first fuck, she fell forward on my chest, straightened her legs and laid on top of me without removing my cock from her pussy. We lay like that until our breathing became normal and I finally slipped out of her then she rolled off me and lay next to me and we kissed a very long time. We lay like that just kissing and caressing each other and I started to drift off. Mom, sat up and said, "Ken, that was wonderful. I loved making love to you. I loved having sex with you. I loved fucking with you! I want this to happen many more times. But right now, we have to get up and get dressed, it is after 4 already and we have to get back to the house."

"Aw, Mom, can't I lay here just a little longer," in a whiney, little boy voice.

"Now, Kenny, what did I tell you, you have to get up and get dressed or you are going to make mommy all horny and she will have to give you a blow job and fuck you again and then your wife will be mad at you for having such wonderful sex without including her. You don't want that to happen do you?"

"No, Mom. I'm getting up," and we laughed at our little play on a mother-son dialog.

We went into the bathroom and mom cleaned herself off and I washed up and we came back into the bedroom and got dressed, washed out the wine glasses, closed the windows, turned off the A/C and, with her overnight bag in hand, locked the house and got in the car. We arrived at Kate's about 5:15 P.M.

"Hi, welcome back. So, what took you so long, were there problems with the carpenter?

"No, everything went well. We stopped by Frieda's and Mom insisted I go in and say hi and then we stopped by the house to pick up some of Mom's things."

"Oh, and how is Frieda? She still looks pretty good doesn't she, for an 'older' woman?" Karen, with her second sight or intuition or whatever seems to know that I may still have some sublimated desire remaining for Frieda. In an attempt to regain the ground I was losing in this conversation I tried levity and replied, "Delicious, as a matter of fact maybe a little hotter than she was when we were teenies."

"Oh, really? Well, come over here and let me see if I can make you forget all about Frieda." 

I went over and took her in a bear hug and we kissed with her pushing her naked body tightly against me. As always, I immediately sprouted a boner and she giggled through the kiss and ground against me. However, when we broke the kiss she leaned back and while stroking George looked at me with a slightly puzzled look on her face.

"Hubby, you smell like sex. Did you fuck Frieda? And there is a taste in your mouth that I would swear tastes of pussy." Looking at my mother she asked, "Josie, did my husband have sex with some strange woman while you guys were out?"

My wife is a very nosy person, not jealous, just nosy.

Keeping her poise, Mom replied, "Why no, sweetie, no 'strange' women."

"Well, I'm sure he had sex. If he didn't have sex with Frieda, who....wait just a damn minute here, you DID have sex!" She put both hands behind my head and leaned back, looked me in the eye and said, "You and Josie had sex, didn't you? You finally did it, you fucked your Mom. Didn't you? Holy shit, Josie did you have sex with my husband?"

Mom just smiled.

There was no way I could deny it but I was going to have some fun at her expense. "Now, why would you ask us a question like that? What makes you think that we made love?"

"Well, for one thing, that shit-eating grin on your face, that's what. And for a second thing, you smell of sex. Another thing, your Mom says that you were with her the whole time. And, lastly, the most damaging evidence of all, your mouth tastes like your mother's pussy! Come on, you randy bastard, admit it you two made love! Josie, honest injun, did you and my husband have sex?

"Yes, dear. Ken and I made love. We didn't have sex; we made love and that is all I am going to say about something that was beautiful and wonderful." Kate, watching all of this taking place, walked over to Mom with a big grin on her face and hugged her.

Looking at me Karen said, "Oh, Baby, that is wonderful. I am so happy for the both of you." She pulled me tight against her and kissed me again but softly and lovingly this time. Then, releasing me, she went over to Mom and hugged her tight and kissed her the same way she had kissed me. She pulled back a little, looked at Mom and with a big smile on her face said, "Isn't he a wonderful lover?"

Mom just nodded and leaned in and returned Karen's kiss.

"Now, we want details."

"Karen, be quiet. We do not. This was something very private, something between mother and son and I think that we, and I am speaking of you here, should just shut up. Besides, we need to eat dinner so we can straighten up before my customers get here." Kate stood there looking at Karen, with her hands on her hips. Then she came over and hugged me and pulled my head down and whispered in my ear, "I'm next."

"Yes, Mother, of course Mother, you're right Mother. Karen leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "We will talk later my love." She stood back and said, "Ok, let's eat. We have salad, roast beef with gravy, mashed potatoes, corn, cornbread, brown betty and the drink of your choice."

Looking at Kate, Mom said, "Now, aren't you glad I talked you into subscribing to that food service? We would otherwise be eating hotdogs or hamburgers or grilled cheese."

"Hey, nuttin wrong with hotdogs, hamburgers or grilled cheese!"

"Hubby, if it weren't for us watching what you eat, as well as who, you wouldn't have the strength it is going to take to keep us happy and satisfied. One thing that you are definitely going to have to do is cut down on is those morning sticky buns that you inhale. Now, sit down, shut up and eat!"

My mama didn't raise no dum chillin so I sat down, shut up and ate with a smirk on my face.

Following a very nice meal, we returned to the lounge and each had an after dinner drink. As we sat enjoying our libations, Josie asked Kate, "Are you still trying to find some theme for this evening's session or have you and Karen got it figured out?" 

"Karen gave me an idea. As we all know well," and for some reason Kate looked directly at me, "men seem to be particularly aroused by lesbianism." All three ladies laughed and nodded their heads. "I will suggest to the girls that we have them pretend to be three women who are having a girls' night out fling away from their husbands. A little nudity, some posing, maybe a bit of masturbation and ending up with either one or all of them getting a massage that turns into a real or simulated lesbian masturbation session and, maybe even a little pussy eating. We let them show a lot to skin, tit and pussy. Even if it should turn out they are adverse to the lesbian part, they at least have something to show their husbands that should help spice up their sex lives. We will let them set the tone and pace of the session. We will let them take it as far as they want to. What do you think?"

Without thought I said, "Yeh, sounds good, works for me." 

Mom laughed, "Of course it would work for you. Anything involving sex and women works for you. Kate, I think you have a good idea, where are you going to shoot it, what props do you need and how can we help."

"I think I'll shoot it in the lounge. Karen, will you go upstairs and put several of our favorite toys in that cute basket you bought the other day, the one with the hinged top? I probably will need that. Otherwise, I don't really need anything except the massage table and crème that is already in the lounge. All we have to do is set it up again."

"Damn, look at the time. Ken, would you set up the massage table about mid way between the couches and the bar? Josie, help me get the snack tray ready and we'll put it over on the coffee table." We each went about our assigned duties.

We regrouped in the kitchen and Kate checked the time. "Okay, what I need is for you two to disappear while the girls are here. Karen, you go with them until I am ready for you. Why don't you watch the whole session on the big screen in our bedroom? Karen will show you how to use the laptop to control the system. You won't miss a thing."

"Wait a minute. Kate, what do you mean until you are ready for Karen?"

"This is partially Karen's idea. She is going to be a part of the session. When we get to the massage part, Karen will make an entrance at just the right moment as the 'masked masseuse'. We figure that she has watched you enough times that she should be able to do a good job of imitating your erotic massage techniques and, since the girls haven't seen each other in years and have never seen each other naked she should be unrecognized."

"Okay, might work but if you like I will gladly volunteer my services as a masseur."

"Oh, no you won't. I get first crack at them, especially Chris. She is the 'one that got away' and I want another chance."

Josie asked, "Kate are you sure that the girls will go along with a stranger, even if it is a woman, being part of their little sex fantasy?"

"I think so, if I handle it right. They may be a little shocked at first but I think they will be more than willing to have her included. Think about it, many girls have a fantasy about lesbian sex. We are going to take advantage of that by having a strange, young, naked and sexy woman, suddenly appear, give them a massage, masturbate them, and maybe even eat their pussies and then disappear. All without them having to feel any guilt. I think it will work out just fine."

"I have set up two fixed position video cameras that can be seen, one of which is a very high speed professional camera of the type used for sporting events. I also have one concealed video camera. The reason for the hidden camera is to try and get some truly spontaneous footage. People tend to play to cameras when they see them. They won't see this one.

"I want to be able to concentrate on the bar area, the couch area and the massage table. The way the cameras are placed all these areas will be covered and I can use the remote control to zoom in and out and even pan a little. The reason for the high speed camera is that I can take captures from that video which will rival most snaps taken from my 35mm and, since I will also be using a hand held video for some of the close-ups and tight shots, I won't be able to handle a still camera as well. Still, I think we can get some pretty hot video and stills that will give the girls what they are looking for."

We checked the placement of the massage table against the placement of each of the cameras. Mom went behind the bar and opened several bottles of wine and set out the wine glasses next to the tray of snacks on the coffee table, leaving one opened bottle on the bar. 

I said, "Kate, are you going to be nude when they get here?" 




Revelation 04 – Sunday



Dear Readers,

It became evident that the naming convention I used for this series was faulty. I pulled all the chapters, made a slight change in the name, combined chapters so that each chapter covered one day and resubmitted the series. I've made some slight changes in the stories, mostly phraseology and grammar but the series has not been otherwise changed.

Please note that the underlying theme of this series is adult incest. While each chapter varies as to the category of sex scenes contained, this series will continue to be reflected in the INCEST category.

I hope this eases your reading, as it will my writing. I sincerely hope you enjoy my effort to express my own desires and fantasies.

I'm always open to criticisms and suggestions.

chiefx39

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Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday 

Revelation: 2 – Friday

Revelation: 3 – Saturday

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Revelation: Day 4 – Sunday

I rolled over and looked at the clock - 9:30. I am not an early riser. During the week I have to get up at oh-dark:30, so on those days that I don't have to get up early, I don't. All in all, this morning I didn't feel too bad considering that last night, after coming back to our bed Karen and I engaged in mutually satisfying marital relations and, fully sexually satiated, I finally fell asleep about 1:30 AM.

I was alone. At this time of day, Karen would have been up for hours most likely doing something 'healthy' like swimming, working out, or jogging. Now, while I am not a health nut I'm not exactly lazy either. I enjoy exercise but I have never enjoyed working out just for the sake of working out. Swimming is fun but like jogging, it can be very boring. I like some excitement with my exercise and so, I do things like play basketball 2 or 3 times a week after work depending on court availability and as much golf (and I walk, not ride, thank you!) as my wife will let me. During the summer months I'm on a company softball team and a local lacrosse team. Lacrosse, after golf, is my passion.

Even with all of this as I get older I find that I tend to put on weight more quickly every year, especially around my middle. To try and keep it under control I have started doing sit-ups and leg raises several times a week – boring! Over the course of this past week I haven't done much of anything involving real exercise. I understand that sex can be considered a limited aerobic exercise, but it does very little to help control or reduce stomach fat or love handles which were starting to become a little more noticeable than I would have liked. So, I guess it's time to get a little 'exercise' to keep me in fighting trim.

These past several days have also shown me that I have to seriously consider that I'm not 18 anymore. While wonderfully satisfying, this type of sexual activity is something you normally only find in videos or in sex stories, not in real life. I'm beginning to wonder how long I can keep this up. Note to self: research how much semen a man produces in a 24 hour period and how much is ejaculated each time he cums. I've read about 'shooting blanks'? Is this possible and, if it is, it could be embarrassing.

Even after 8 hours of sleep I still felt like I could use another hour or so. If you ask Karen she will say it's because I slept too much. Her idea of a good night's sleep is 5-6 hours. She says that's all you need. Wrong! I need 10-12!

After my shower I stood looking at myself critically in the mirror. Okay, there is visual evidence that I have to work on getting the belly a little flatter and reducing or removing those love handles. New resolution; today I start to work on getting back into shape. So, it's down to the kitchen, a cup of coffee – but no bun – and then off to the gym.

Kitchen is empty, no one there. Coffee cup firmly in hand, I walked out on the deck. Also empty. Where was everybody? At this time of day I expected that all would be up and about. Well, since this might involve a lengthy search, I fortified myself by filling a 16-ounce mug with coffee and sneaking a half of a bun (okay, so I cheated, but just a little) and began the search to find the ladies. I shall call this, The Case of the Missing Hotties.

All right, I'll drop the Sherlock Holmes routine. Since no one was on the deck or in the pool Kate and Josie were either still in bed enjoying each other's company (possible but doubtful) or in Kate's office working on the video (more likely). As for Karen, if she wasn't in the pool, the next most logical place to look was the gym and that's exactly where I found her. Stairmaster is her favorite machine and I truly appreciate all the time she spends on one. She has one of the nicest, tightest sets of buns I have ever seen, as most men who have seen her in a bikini will attest.

"Hey, oh, lazy one. Good afternoon. Sleep well?"

"Knock it off . Besides, it's still morning. How long have you been up?

"About 8-ish. Just about finished working out. Wanna join me? You can probably get in a good, oh....I don't know....6 or 7 minutes or so.

God, I hate bright, chipper people in the morning. Not only that, now she is wound up on a workout high and I'm gonna have to put up with a bunch of shit. I replied, "Think I'll hit the pool. Want to swim some laps?" Hoping she would be so tired from working out that if she took my challenge (to her this would be a challenge) I might just win this time.

"No, thanks Babe, Mom and Josie are working on editing the video from last night. Remember, the girls are coming over tomorrow to see the vids and photos. I told her I would develop the stills. She and your mom could probably use your help though. Go and see them in the office, they'll be working on the videos. I'll finish up here and meet you there."

I gave her a kiss, patted her ass and gave that a kiss too, told her I loved her and went up to Kate's office.

Kate and Mom were sitting in front of two computers. I assumed they were working on the video. "Good morning ladies, how is it going? Karen tells me you might be able to use my help. What can I do?"

"Start out by coming over here and giving your mom a kiss." I walked over and Mom stood up and came into my arms and gave me a very, very nice, long, wet, sloppy, tonguey kiss while pressing herself against me in a way that had George interested, very interested. I didn't want to let her go but she finally broke the kiss and stepped back smiling. She looked down and patted George on the head and softly petted him a few times, looked up at me and said, "Why don't we make it a point to 'get together' sometime today?"

"Stop it! Stop it right now or we will never get the damn videos done. Besides, it's my turn to say good morning to Ken." Kate stepped in between Mom and I and she also kissed me in a manner that was at least the equal of Mom's kiss. George was on the hunt! He wanted fresh meat. 

When Kate broke the kiss she stepped back looked me in the eyes and said, "If we didn't have so much to do right now, your mother and I would do things to you that you have only dreamed of. But, this is business and I don't want to find myself not having the vids ready on time. There is quite a bit of editing that we have yet to do so we will have to put any 'party' time off till later. Laughing, she too patted George and said, "Now, tell George to go back to sleep and come over here and help us."

Right, like I was totally capable of instantly forgetting that I was horny and there were two naked ladies standing directly in front of me. No problem, simply a matter of mind over hardon.

"Sit down here and we will feed to this computer what we have already done. Overall, we are about 1/3 completed. Most of the video that the girls want to show their husbands is completed and we will probably be done with it in another hour. What I want you to do is just sit back and watch what we have completed of the first video to see if it flows well and that there are no major glitches or bad splices or segues. Try to view it as if you were one of the husbands, okay?"

"Right. Let me see what you have." I sat down in the chair, leaned back and watched as the video played out. Kate and Josie had done a masterful job. Seeing the girls go through their stripping scene was hot, but watching them during the masturbation session was fantastic. True, I had watched all of this as seen by the security cameras but seeing what Kate had shot made it 20 times hotter and sexier. The quality was outstanding and the close-ups were especially hot. Unconsciously I found myself playing with myself while I watched.

"Uh, Ladies, that is one hot video. I can see nothing wrong with it at all. I loved it. It rivals any of the commercial videos that I have ever seen. If this doesn't stimulate their husbands, they should be shot."

"Thanks, sweetie. And stop playing with yourself; we don't want you all worn out just from watching the videos. We want you to be nice and fresh and rested later on."

"Yes, Mom, of course Mom."

"Don't you get smart with me, young man."

"Uh, ladies, I have to tell you that I have a 2:06 tee time this afternoon so I'll be leaving about 1:30 but I'll be back about 8:00. I hope that doesn't put any crimps in your plans for today."

"Well, this is a fine state of affairs. Here he is already tired of us. Can you imagine anyone putting golf before three of the hottest, sexiest ladies imaginable? Josie, talk to your son!"

"Kenny, you can't be serious. You would rather play golf than play with us? Oh, son, I thought I raised you better than this." Mom put on her 'That's okay, I don't mind' guilt trip look.

"Better than what, asked Karen as she came through the door?

"Ken has just informed us that he is deserting us. He is going to play golf this afternoon leaving us to fend for ourselves. Talk to your husband will you?"

"Shit, let him go. If he doesn't get to play golf at least once a week he just sits around and sulks anyway and that is not a pretty picture, believe me! Besides, I'll bet that if we put on our Wicked Weasels and went to Curley's beach we could find some substitutes. Let him go play golf, I feel like some strange stuff."

Gentlemen, if you have ever seen a truly lovely woman with a nice build in a Wicked Weasel bathing suit you will know what effect that can have on a normal, healthy male. It is god awful sexy! In essence, these suits are not much more than two band-aids and a cork. Here I am, sitting with three naked women and I'm getting horny thinking about them wearing a bikini, what's wrong with this picture?

"Come on, knock it off. I'm not deserting anyone. I think that you three are the hottest, loveliest, sexiest women I have ever known. I love every inch of you and I have wet dreams about you every night. I live only for your smile, the touch of your hand, my tongue in your pussy. Forgive me ladies, please," and I bowed my head and tried to look ashamed.

"Well, you do grovel so nicely. But actually, I kinda like the idea of going to Curley's and getting out a little. After all we have been cooped up in this house for days with a sex maniac and I, for one, need a break."

Mom and Kate broke into laughter and all I could do was look at Karen with what, probably, was a look of amazement. Leave it to my wife to be able to completely twist the facts and make them sound believable.

"Ken, would you be upset if we went to Curley's wearing our Wicked Weasels, asked Mom?

"Not really, but are you sure you want to be seen there in those suits by people you know? Remember many of our old neighbors hang out there on the weekends. What would Mrs. Ritter or Mrs. Cahgen say and what will happen to your conservative reputation in the old neighborhood? However, if your intent is to pick up some young stuff, that would be the place to go. Hell, most of the high school crowd hangs out there. You might be able to snag a junior or, if you are really lucky, even a senior, who knows?

Kate bundled up some paper and threw it at me. Karen walked over and smacked me on the back of the head and Mom, she just sat and looked at me with her mouth open in disbelief at what I said.

"Okay, touché. We've had our laugh break. Go play golf and we will go to Curley's but not in the Wicked Weasels. First though, we have to get these video's done and as many of the pics as we can so that tomorrow we only have to do touch ups. Back to work boys and girls." Kate can be a slave driver when she focuses on one task.

Actually, I was thinking it would be fun to go to Carter's, a private nude beach we occasionally visit. But Carter's it's a two-hour trip each way, a full day trip and not just a little jaunt down the road. Maybe we can schedule a trip sometime after Aunt Jill leaves. Or.....maybe while she's here? Hummm, I wonder how Aunt Jill would react to going to a nude beach? Anyway, if I know Karen, she will satisfy her exhibitionism by going to Curley's and laying out on her stomach with her top unfastened and 'inadvertently' raising up every now and then to reach for something and watching to see how many men notice her.

I suddenly realized that I was hungry. I hadn't had any breakfast. Okay, okay, the half bun doesn't count, alright? So, while Mom and Kate worked on the last part of the stripping tape and Karen worked on selecting pics from the caps off the high-speed camera, I slipped up to the kitchen to get some coffee and buns for the ladies.

When I returned I set the coffee and buns on the desk. The ladies were so intent on their work that it wasn't until Kate took off her glasses and looked up, stimulated by the smell of the coffee that anyone realized I was back. "Coffee break!" Kate got up and came over to the desk and poured herself a cup. "We've finished the first vid. Take a look and let us know what you think." I sat back down and watched the remaining part of the first video while the girls stood around the desk drinking coffee and eating.

It was as good, if not better, than anything I had seen previously. Kate's shots missed nothing. I admit that of the three girls, I was especially interested in Chris but the portion of the vid with Teresa showing both the butt plug and the dildo was as sexually stimulating as anything I had seen. I wondered how it would feel to fuck Teresa's ass. The clarity and detail of the video were breathtaking. Kate had done herself proud, very proud.

Without my noticing Karen had walked up behind my chair while I was watching the video. When she put her hand on my shoulder I almost jumped out of the chair. Leaning down she put her mouth next to my ear and said, "Good, huh?" All I could do was nod my head. With her chin resting on my shoulder watching the video she reached down and took a soft grip on my cock and started to masturbate me. She leaned in again and ran her tongue along my ear and whispered, "I'll bet you would like to cum while you watch them cum, wouldn't you?" Again, all I could do was nod my head. As the video continued Karen continued to masturbate me. I was about as sexually excited as I could get and damned close to cummin.

When the tape ended, I closed my eyes and leaned back and let Karen play with me. I was concentrating on Karen's hand on my cock and anticipating how good it was going to feel to cum. Suddenly, I felt more hands on my shoulders and arms. I opened my eyes Mom was sitting on the desk and watching Karen masturbate me and Kate was standing on my right.

Mom said, "Well, I think we have a good vid here, what do you say Kenny, good?" Again, all I could do was nod, I wanted to cum and all my attention was on Karen's hand on my cock.

Kate reached down, took me by the hand and urged me to get out of the chair. "Come with me." I went obligingly. Holding my hand she lead me over to one of the easy chairs and had me sit down. "You obviously can't play golf with that hardon." Ladies come sit with me on the couch." They all moved over and took their seats with Kate in the middle.

"I think that all of us would like a little relief. So, why don't we all just relax and have a good cum. We don't have a lot of time to play our normal games so why don't we just sit back and watch each other cum?" With that Kate spread her legs and reaching down spread her pussy lips and wetting one finger slowly inserted the finger into her pussy. Smiling at me she slowly finger fucked herself while rubbing her clit. She looked over at Mom and smiled and Mom returned her smile, looked at me and spread her legs and also began to play with herself. Karen did the same.

"Well, go ahead. We want to see you cum too. Show us how you jack off when you think about all this pussy that you can have whenever you want. Think about how warm and soft our pussies feel when you fuck them. Think about how we taste. Show us how much cum you want to shoot into us. Cum for us Kenny, let us see how horny we make you."

Needing no further encouragement from Kate, or Mom or Karen I settled back in the chair, spread my legs and began to stroke myself. I was already so stimulated that I knew that it was only going to take a few strokes before I came so I tried to hold back until the ladies were ready to cum. I wanted all of us to get off together. Then I had an idea. I sat there for a few minutes hardly moving my hand on my cock until they had really gotten into masturbating. Then I got up from my chair and walked back to the desk and picked up the video camera, turned around and returned to my seat. Mom immediately knew what I was going to do. She spread her legs wider and nudged Kate. Kate also recognized my intent, smiled at me and looked over at Karen who was already looking at me and smiling. I pointed the camera at the three of them and began recording. Needing only one hand to hold the camera, I returned to stroking my cock.

It was only a minute or two later that I heard Kate say, "Oh, girls, I'm just about ready to cum, let's all cum together. Ken, stand up. I want to see you cum." I looked up from behind the camera. Mom had her eyes closed and was trying to cum. Karen just scooted down further on the couch and put one finger in her ass while she stroked her clit. All of them were very close and so was I. Going to a wide-angle shot, I stood up and walked closer to the coffee table facing the ladies. My hand was flying up and down my cock and I could feel the beginning of my climax. I stood directly in front of Kate and while she looked at me pointed my cock in her direction and paused until I heard Mom moan. I couldn't hold off any longer so I let go and began to shoot.

The first two shots hit Kate directly on her tits. The next two or three hit Karen and the last several hit Mom. All of them told me that once they felt my cum land on them they also started cummin. Mom came and Kate came and Karen was not far behind. Shot after shot flew out of my cock and landed on the three hottest women in my world. The feeling of release was staggering. I almost dropped the camera but somehow I kept it focused on them. Karen reached down and taking her finger, lifted the cum off her tits and brought the cum loaded finger to her mouth and sucked the finger clean. She leaned over and began licking my cum off her mother's tits. Kate put her hand on the back of Karen's head and urged her mouth down to her nipples. Mom reached over and with one hand began to massage my cum into Kat's other tit while also using her finger to scoop up the cum I had shot on her and bringing it to her mouth and sucking it off. I just stood there watching while slowly milking the last of my cum out of my cock.

After cleaning her mother's tits of my cum, she got up and came around the table, knelt down and, with her mouth, began to clean my cock of any remaining cum. The sensation was so intense my knees started to buckle and I had to remove my cock from her mouth. Karen then stood up and took the camera out of my hands, put it on the table and then plastered herself against me and kissed me. Lately, she seemed to delight in kissing me with my cum in her mouth and lately, I started to really enjoy it.




Revelation 04 – Sunday



I flopped back into the chair and just lay there, out of breath and looking at Kate and Mom as they continued to play with themselves and each other. Karen sat down in my lap and pulled my mouth down onto her nipples. She hadn't quite gotten all my cum off her tits and she urged me to clean her off.

We all sat trying to recover ourselves. We must have sat there looking at each other for a good 15 minutes until I looked up and saw how late it was getting. I nudged Karen and told her I had to get up and take a shower because I was going to be late. She was reluctant to get up but nodded her head. When she got up, I stood and walked over to Mom and helped her to her feet and pulled her against me and kissed her very lovingly. Karen helped Kate to her feet and she too pressed against me and the three of us were all kissing each other at the same time. Time was pressing and I finally stepped back and kissed Mom and Kate on the forehead and, without saying anything, left to take my shower.

I am not a chronic masturbator. I grant that it feels good but with Karen I had someone who loved sex and particularly liked to jack me off and suck me and she is so much better at making me feel good than I am that unless I am away from her for any length of time I would prefer to have her take care of me than do it myself. But, I did thoroughly enjoy the joint masturbation session today. I think I could get used to that. Sex and golf, golf and sex, what more is there?

What a great day. Weather was perfect. The course played short and the greens were true. A 3 hour and 45 minute round and I shot an 81! Won quite a bit on Nassau's but, most importantly, I beat Stan by 3 strokes and, I had the evening with the ladies to look forward to. Zowie, a really great day!

Let me point out that Stan is a great guy and a really good friend. Technically, he's my boss but in our office we, the 7 of us, work closely and well together. Because our work is so critical and dependent one on the other, we don't much go for any hierarchical structure but each of us does what has to be done. Stan is critical to our operations when it comes to dealing with the governmental bureaucracy. He is the type of person that makes people feel comfortable and trusting. As a recognized expert in his field his word is his bond and readily accepted so, Stan is our front man and a damned good one. I told him that I wanted the week off and since we were at a point in out latest project that did not critically need me he had no problem with me taking the week as vacation time. I did agree to go in tomorrow and make sure that everything I was responsible for was caught up.

We had a quick bite to eat in the clubhouse. Since Stan was the big loser, he had to buy. All of us ordered a Cubi Point Special Breakfast. I should explain that a Cubi Point Special Breakfast originated at Naval Air Station Cubi Point, Philippines for fliers who wanted something quick to eat. It consists of a foot-long hot dog and a San Miguel beer. What you put on the hot dog is up to you. Several of us have fathers, brothers or uncles, who used to fly out of NAS Cubi Point during the 'cold war' years and it was from them that we acquired a taste for the delicacy. Since being introduced to the Club it has become a standard on the menu.

I got back home about 7:15 and parked the car in the garage (carriage house). Kate's Jag was not in the garage so I guessed the girls were still at the beach or on their way home. I jumped in the shower and not bothering to dress walked back out on the deck, grabbing a beer on the way and plopped down on my favorite chaise lounge and opened the book I had started reading several days ago.

About 7:45 the patio door opened and Karen came out and said, "We have a guest, cover yourself," and threw me a towel.

Caught totally unaware, I started to get up when the beach towel hit me in the face. Trying to get my bearings I looked up and Karen had a big grin on her face.

"Either get the towel on or get in the hot tub because Chris is with us and will be here in a minute or two."

Chris, what the hell is she doing here? I wrapped the towel around my waist. It was big enough to look like a man's sarong. I had just finished tucking the end of the towel in at the waist when the door opened again and Mom and Kate and Chris walked through.

I smiled at them and Kate, holding Chris' hand, walked her up to me and said, "Chris, this is my son, Ken. Ken this is an old friend of mine, Chris."

We looked at each other, smiled, shook hands and said our hellos. Up close, Chris is bewitching. I could get lost in her green eyes. This was a truly striking woman. The only thing going through my mind was that I wanted to see her naked. I was going to have to remember to not let on that I knew about her being her yesterday so I just said, "It's nice to meet you." Mundane, huh?

Mom walked up next to Chris and said, "We were at Curley's and thinking about coming home when Chris walked by. Seems that Chris' mom and Kate are old friends. Since Chris' husband is playing poker with the boys tonight and won't be home until late we persuaded her to come back with us and have dinner," and, out of sight of Chris, raised her eyebrows in a look that almost made me laugh.

Chris added, "Several of us girls had gone to the beach but they had to leave early. Since Cal was going to be gone all day, and maybe most of the night, I hung around to work on my tan. When I was getting ready to leave I ran into Kate, Karen and your Mom and we started talking and she asked me if I wanted to come back with them and have a bite to eat." Her smile is absolutely lovely. I could not take my eyes off her face. Trying not to stammer, I said "Looks like I should have defrosted something. I had a snack at the club and wasn't too hungry when I got home. But now seems like a good time for dinner. How about I break out the pasta, that will take no time to get ready?"

Karen walked up behind Chris and put a hand on her shoulder. Giving me a look that let me know she knew how smitten I was with Chris said, "Ken is a pretty good pasta chef. Let's let him get supper ready while we sit out here and chat. Would you like to get in the pool or hot tub or just sit out and talk?"

They all had their cover-ups on. When Chris said "I'd love to use the pool if you don't mind?" Karen said, "Let's go," and shrugged off her cover-up and waited while Chris stepped back and took her's off. Damn, what a body!" Then the four of them walked over to the pool. Nice ass, really nice ass!

Shaking my head to clear my mind, I went in the house to start getting the meal together. First stop was the bedroom where I changed into a nice baggy pair of shorts and got rid of the towel.

Karen likes #8 spaghetti. I like capellini and I know that Mom and Kate like linguini so I decided to cook all three. For sauce I still had some homemade quatro formaggi or 4-cheese sauce. The sauce has mozzarella, Gorgonzola, Parmesan and provolone cheeses as the primary ingredients but along with the other ingredients I also add some Romano and my special secret ingredient, a touch of Hungarian paprika. To make sure that we had a balanced meal, I also started slow broiling some sweet Italian sage sausage, then sliced some Italian bread and coated it with olive oil, Parmesan and roma cheeses and some freshly smashed garlic. I would put the bread under the broiler when I called the girls for dinner. I also prepared a nice spinach, Red Sails lettuce and cherry tomato salad sprinkled with chopped walnuts and Gorgonzola cheese and a nice aged balsamic vinegar and olive oil dressing to be served Italian style – after the meal. To complete the meal I walked over to the wine refrigerator and took out several of my favorite Italian red wines, Carpineto's Chianti Classico. When the pasta was ready and I went to call the girls for dinner.

They were all standing in the pool laughing and telling lies. I walked to the door and yelled, "Hey, signore wattsa matta you? You no comma in d'house, you no gonna eata. E tempo di mangiare, Capiche?

Kate waved in acknowledgement and without looking to see if they were coming I went back in and slipped the bread under the broiler. The table was set with the pasta, sauce, sausage and wine. The bread would take only a minute or so.

The table was set to perfection, the bread was done and I was just putting it on the table when the ladies walked in. All of them smiled and nodded their appreciation for the table setting and the meal on it. "Ladies, enjoy the meal. There is plenty for all and I have a salad for after dinner. I also have some freshly pressed garlic if there isn't enough in the sauce." The ladies took their seats leaving the seat directly across the table from Chris for me.

We passed the food around and were making small talk when Kate said, "Ken, this is delicious. Thank you." I replied, "Prego. I hope this meets your expectations."

"You always meet our expectations, doesn't he ladies," asked Kate with a giggle? "Oh, definitely, definitely. However he may outdo himself tonight," responded Karen. Mom's comment was just, "It looks delicious Kenny, thank you."

I don't think the double entendres were lost on Chris. She looked first at Kate, then at Karen and then at me with a questioning look and one raised eyebrow. She was also looking at the food expectantly. She was being extremely polite sitting back, listening to the women talk sipping on her Chianti and waiting for the ladies to fill their plates before filling hers. I looked at her and smiled and told her, " Chris, around here if you wait for everyone else, you might be waiting for the next meal. If you see something you like, better get it while there is some left. Ladies, ladies, please have some regard for our guest."

Kate picked up with, "Sweetie, we're sorry. We are being very inconsiderate of our guest. Now you food junkies hold off until Chris has a chance to fill her plate." Kate looked directly at Chris and in a tone that could only be called suggestive said, "Chris, please help yourself to whatever you would like." I actually think that Chris blushed a little.

She simply nodded her head and filled her plate with pasta, sausage and bread.

"Ken, this looks marvelous. Are you a professional chef?"

"No, I'm just a guy who loves Italian food and it doesn't take much talent to make pasta if you have the right sauce. I hope you like it."

She looked down at her plate and back up at me and smiled. "I'm sure I'll like it just fine, thank you."

George wanted out!

Oh shit, now why in the hell did I spring a boner at that? Damn George anyway! I just may have to take him into the bathroom and spank the hell out him.

We settled in to eating and talking and telling jokes and just relaxing. Throughout the conversation I could not get the picture of Chris masturbating last night and how sexy she looked out of my mind whenever I looked at her. Naturally, George responded to these thoughts and I was sitting there with a nicely formed hardon when I heard, "Ken, be a dear and get the salad please."

Mom looked at me and smiled. I think she knew I had a boner and was having some fun teasing me to see what I would do. I looked at her and she was grinning. I looked at Kate and she was grinning. I looked at Karen and she was grinning. I looked at Chris and she looked confused. I casually took a sip of wine and, looking at Mom said, "Of course Mom." I willed George down, with limited success and casually pushed back my chair and stood up and walked over and picked up the salad. The bulge in my shorts was evident but I decided to bluff it out. I walked over to Chris and said, "Chris, would you like some salad?" and offered her the bowl. She looked up at me and then down at the bulge and back up again and taking the bowl replied, "Thank you, I would like some," with a grin.

I looked at each of the women and smiled and walked proudly back to my seat, poured myself a refill and settled back in my seat. We sat for another half hour or so when Kate, getting up from her seat, began to clear the table. We all got up and helped and in a few minutes the table was clear.

Chris, what time do you have to leave? What time do you expect Cal home from playing poker?

"Call won't be back to around midnight if he's losing. If he's winning it could be sometime tomorrow. He only plays every couple of months and really enjoys it so I can easily put up with it. Besides, he normally wins so, as a guilt offering, I get to go shopping with his winnings." She laughed and continued, "Some of his buddies play like that twice a month. I'd find that hard to live with. But there's no problem, when I knew I was coming over here I left a message for him on the answering machine so he would know where I am if he gets home first. And he always calls me on my cell phone to let me know when he is on his way home that way I won't be startled or surprised when I hear the front door alarm at 3 or 4 in the morning. Kate, would it be okay with you if I had calls to my cell phone transferred to your phone, that way I won't have to worry about carrying it around all the time?"

Now, I found that an interesting statement. Was she saying that she was in no rush to go home? Was she saying that she might like to remain here for a while yet? Goody, goody. George started growing again.

Kate said, "That's great, we all enjoy having you here." And she looked at me out of the corner of her eyes. "Of course you can have your calls forwarded here. So, why don't we go up to my suite and I'll show you what Wicked Weasel suits look like. You will be amazed."

What, Wicked Weasels? Karen saw the look of confusion on my face and clarified, "At the beach we were being catty and making comments about some of the suits the girls were wearing and we began talking about our Wicked Weasel suits. Chris had not heard about them before and we were trying to explain how suggestive and sexy they were but I don't think she believed us so we offered to show her ours."

All I could do was laugh and shake my head. "Ladies, you are going to scare her out of her mind if you break out those suits. They are not proper for an innocent young lady like Chris."

Chris smiled and Mom quickly replied, "Oh, really? But they are okay for us old, wanton women, huh?"

Chris started to giggle. Now I was in up to my armpits. "That is not what I said and not at all what I meant. I was simply saying that for wearing here where no one can see them, they are perfectly acceptable. But maybe Chris doesn't have a place where she could wear one in privacy." Lame, Ken, very, very lame!

"Well, when we wear them here you seem to like them." With that comment Chris' eyes grew wide and a surprised look crossed her face but she said nothing.

Karen added, "Well, being that as it may, why don't we let Chris decide for herself. Come on Ladies, forget old mister stodgy here and let's go and try on the Wicked Weasels," and with that they all started to get up from their chairs. As they were doing so, Karen walked over to me and said, "I'll help you start to clear the table then, for that smart remark about us 'old ladies' you can wash AND dry," and leaning down she kissed my cheek while whispering, "I'll activate the cameras in the bedroom, go down to the security room and you can watch."

George was getting interested again.

Actually, all the ladies helped clear the table and after they left the dining room I quickly loaded the dishwasher which took no time since when I cook I clean up after myself as I go along so there was little to clean but the plates, bowls, silver wear and glasses.

I was in the security room not very long after they arrived in Kate's suite. I turned on the monitors for the cameras in Kate's suite and the main monitor on the desk. I made a note to be sure that I pulled all the tapes on those cameras and replaced them. I wanted copies of this session. 

They were all in Kate's dressing room. There was only one camera, camera 3 which gave the best coverage of the dressing room. I brought that camera up on the master monitor and settled back. Kate's dressing room is about the size of everyone else's bedroom. Overall the room was about 10 x 11 with the far end having floor to ceiling mirrors on the left and back walls. Set back about 4 feet from the mirrors, in the middle of the room, was a large circular backless sofa looking very much like something you would see in a 1930's film and which Kate had made modeling it after a vintage French causeuse she had once seen in an antique shop. 8 or 9 people could easily sit on the sofa.

On the right wall was Kate's dressing table and another mirror that extended from the top of the table to the ceiling. Along both walls from the entrance to the room back to the area of the mirrors and dressing table were floor to ceiling cupboards with mirrored doors. When the cupboard closest to the mirrored area was opened, it presented anyone standing in that area a three-sided view of themselves. Perfect for a woman who wanted to make sure her seams were straight or that her outfit fit perfectly across her back and ass.

All the cupboards on the right side of the room contained her hanging clothes, all those on the left contained either drawers or shoe bins. Kate had several drawers in one of the cupboards opened was holding up an outfit and the girls were all giggling. Chris was reaching for the bottoms with a look of shock and surprise on her face. Karen and Mom each were picking out suits and once they had them motioned for Kate to move back to the sofa. Kate took Chris by the arm and guided her back there as well.

Mom and Karen put the suits they selected on the sofa. "Somewhat....skimpy aren't they? This one is your size, go ahead, try it on. Only us girls here. Besides, these make you feel absolutely wicked and wanton." Chris was hesitant and having trouble making up her mind. But Karen was already naked and reaching for a suit. "This one is my favorite, when Ken sees me in this one he can hardly control himself." She was right; the one she had started putting on was so skimpy that she might as well not have anything on. And, what Chris couldn't know was that when it got wet it was transparent!

Chris said, "Oh, I don't know..." and as she turned to say something to Mom, and her mouth dropped open because Mom had already put on one of the suits and was just standing there looking at Chris. "It even makes an old lady look good, doesn't it," and she looked at Chris and smiled.

Chris nodded her head and just stood looking between Kate and Mom. The view was fantastic; I could see the ladies in 3M (3 mirrors)! Kate was now putting on the bottoms of a suit with her breasts free. Chris stood for a moment looking at Kate's tits. "When I feel really naughty, I just put on the bottoms and go topless." You could see a look of comprehension cross Chris' face because earlier Kate had said they wore these suits around me. Kate was topless around her son?????

Chris had her back to Karen and Karen reached out turned Chris around so that she was facing the side mirror and started to unhook her top. Chris looked in the mirror with a startled look on her face and started to turn around but Karen stopped her and finished unhooking her top. Chris stood still and let her finish. When she had her top off, Karen moved over to the side and reached down and started tugging Chris's bottoms down. Kate walked around behind Chris and put a top over her head and began to settle it on her tits. Chris remained still as if she was in shock. Mom walked over to stand in front and to the right of Chris watching what was going on. She was absently picking at the suit top covering her right breast and running her finger under the top and slightly over her nipple. Chris did not miss that motion. Karen finished pulling down her bottoms and Chris stepped out of them.




Revelation 04 – Sunday



As Kate arranged the top to cover Chris' nipples, she 'accidentally' had her fingers brush against Chris' nipples, which were getting harder and more prominent. "There, that about does it," and she made some more minor adjustments to both the suit and Chris' nipples. "Would you like some help with the bottoms too?"

Chris shuddered and just shook her head. She smiled at Mom and took the bottoms that she offered and stepped into them. Before she could arrange them, Karen knelt down and reached out and removed Chris' hands and, looking up at her said, "You just have to make sure that the bottoms cover everything that you don't want to show," making a production of adjusting the bottoms. Chris looked down to where Karen was kneeling in front of her, straightening the bottoms over her pussy while taking a few 'liberties' with what she touched. When she was done Karen stood up and smiled at Chris and stepped back.

"So, Chris what do you think? Are they the wickedest or what?"

All the ladies were now wearing the Wicked Weasels. Chris took a deep breath and looked at herself critically in the mirror. Her eyes were wide, her nipples were hard and prominent and maybe the bottoms of her suit were just a little wet. She looked at Mom, Kate and Karen who were standing alongside her and saw how god awful sexy each of them looked as well. Her eyes seemed to linger longest on Kate who was looking back with what could only be called a sultry look. "I could never wear this out of this room. This is almost like being naked."

"No, sweetie, even better than being naked. Men will step on their tongues if they saw you in this suit," said Kate.

"I do like it though, it does make me feel very sexy and dirty," and she giggled. "But I have no place I could wear it and no one will ever see me in it," she said almost in sadness.

Karen said, "You can wear it here anytime you come over and why don't we let you show it to Ken and see what he thinks?" 

Great idea! Wonderful idea. I love me wife! I left the security room and damned near ran back to the lounge. I picked up the remote for the TV and turned on the Olympics and settled back in an easy chair with my back to the doorway, and waited.

Meanwhile, back in the dressing room, Chris had a look of shock on her face, "Oh, no. I mean, I couldn't. You want me to go down and let your husband see me dressed like this? I couldn't do that!"

"Sure you can. All women like to show off. Some of us have more to show off than others and some of us like to show off more than others and you," and Karen put her hands on Chris' shoulders and looked her directly in the eyes, "have a lot to showoff. You can do this and I know that Ken would love to see you in that suit."

Mom said, "My boy is a bit of a voyeur. I promise you he will act like a gentleman and he will be respectful and he will also tell you very honestly how you look."

"Josie, you don't have a problem with me parading around nearly nude, no, even worse than nude, in this suit in front of your son, she said almost flabbergasted?

"No, I have no problem with you showing my son what a beautiful and sexy woman you are. You aren't afraid of Ken are you? I promise you he will be a gentleman."

"Not exactly afraid of him but somehow it doesn't seem right that I should expose myself in this 'suit' to your husband," and she looked at Karen, "and your son," and she looked at Mom.

"Chris, honey. There is something about us you should know; it might make you feel more secure. We are nudists. We often wear nothing when we are all together. It's not like he hasn't seen naked women before and even me and Josie. We are used to seeing naked people."

Chris stood there shaking her head, "Nudists." Well, I have to admit I would like to show off a little and see what a man thinks of me in this suit. You are sure you don't mind?"

"Not a bit. Let's go, I want to see his reaction when he sees 4 very sexy, very naughty women march in and plant themselves in front of his TV while wearing these suits." Kate took one of Chris's hands, Karen the other and lead her out of the dressing room and down to the lounge.

By this time I was getting antsy. Was I wrong? Did Chris decide not to show off wearing the Wicked Weasel? Where were they? Just about then I heard them coming down the hall toward the lounge. I poured myself another glass of wine and tried to make myself look unprepared and casual.

Karen sang out, "Ken, don't turn around and please close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them." 

Trying to sound confused I replied, "Close my eyes? Why?"

"Just do it and no more backtalk or there will be no bootie for you tonite! Got that buster?"

"Yes, ma'am. My eyes are closed." I sat there and waited. There was no sound except that I heard some whispering and giggling moving around until it was in front of me and the sound stopped.

"Okay, open your eyes."

I did and what can I say except that it was like a vision that everyman wishes for. Four of the lovliest women I have ever known standing eight feet in front of me wearing the sexiest bikini's ever created by man. My eyes went to Chris and I was stunned. George got so hard, so fast and with such an intensity I thought he was going to rip right through the fabric of my shorts. I must have looked like I had a giraffe in my pants.

Chris stood there with a somewhat strained smile on her face looking both excited and embarrassed at the same time. To lighten the mood for her I sat straight up, reached up with my right hand and grabbed my chest directly over my heart and yelled, "Oh, God you have granted my only wish, to die with the vision of lovlieness in my eyes," and threw myself back against the back of the chair and slumped down as if I had a heart attack.

I lay thee with my eyes closed and not moving. For a long second there was no sound then Mom burst out laughing followed by both Karen and Kate and they laughed loud, hard and long. I squinched one eye partially open and looked at Chris and she had her hand over her mouth and she too was beginning to laugh. I continued to lie there like that while the women laughed. You could feel any tension in the room disappear. The mood was almost festive.

Shortly, Karen, still laughing, came over and slapped me on the shoulder. "God, you are one bad actor. I'm glad you are a better lover than an actor. Get up!"

"I did and looking at Karen said, "What makes you think I'm not acting when we make love? I'm a damned good actor." I said that last with a very bad British accent.

"Oh, really. Well guess what Sir Basil Hardbone, your show has just been cancelled. Time for this actress to see about getting another, younger leading man," and she climbed on my lap and stroked my cheek. Feeling how hard I was she wiggled around a bit and made sure that my cock was nicely positioned between her ass cheeks. Looking at the ladies she said "Take it from me girls, he really likes what he is seeing," and very obviously ground her ass against my cock.

I had been watching Chris out of the corner of my eye; once or twice she had caught me looking at her and smiled in return. The last time, I made no effort to conceal that I was looking directly at her and looked her up and down and made a silent whistling shape with my mouth. She blushed a bit but seemed to decide to have fun with everything and stood very tall, pushed her breasts out and held her hands out to the side as she pirouetted for me letting me see all of her, literally.

Mom and Kate walked over to the bar and came back with four glasses of wine which they handed to Karen and Chris and then indicated that they were going to sit down on the couch and that Chris should sit on one of the chairs, actually the same chair she had sat in when she masturbated for the camera last night.

Karen got up and let me set up straight. I noticed Chris look down at my crotch and knew that she could plainly see my hardon in my shorts. Karen caught Chris' look and when she got ready to sit back down in my lap actually reached down and took hold of it and guided it between her legs when she seated herself. Chris watched the whole thing with interest.

When Chris had initially sat down, she sat up straight, her back against the back cushion and her legs crossed while she sipped her wine. But I noticed that, as Karen made it a point to keep referring to my cock and actually handle it while sitting down, Chris started to squirm around a bit and slouch down letting her hips slide slightly forward and uncrossing her legs. The material of the suit bottoms she was wearing tended not to slide over the chair fabric thus causing the bottoms to pull slightly downward and backward the more she moved her hips forward. Already snug, the bikini bottoms were now stretched quite tight and were even lower on her hips. This resulted in her pubs being quite clearly defined and the top of the bottoms just slightly above the beginning of her vagina. 

Kate said, "Well, honestly son," and she emphasized 'son-in-law' what do you think? Should Chris wear a Wicked Weasel?"

I had just taken a mouthful of wine and had all I could do not to spit it out on that question. I nodded and, when I swallowed the wine, looked at Kate and replied, "Not only can she wear a Wicked Weasel but she should, as often as she can." Looking directly at Chris I said, "Chris, with absolutely no intent to do anything but tell you the truth I have to say that you are, without a doubt, one of the most attractive and sultry women I have ever seen.......present company excepted, of course," with a nod at Mom and Kate. "You should be modeling those suits for the company."

Chris blushed and thanked me with a smile and I swear she scouched down even more in the seat and spread her legs even more.

"That's it? That's all you have to say? Chris, I'm sorry that my husband seems to be.....hesitant about saying what he really thinks." Karen turned to me and said, "When a woman puts on one of these suits she doesn't want some mamby pamby response from a man, she wants to know that she has caused him to grow a boner that won't go away without lots of help. That if she wiggles her ass at him he will cum in his shorts. That his tongue is hard. That he would sell his golf clubs if she asked."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. I was trying to be a gentleman and not embarrass any of you ladies, especially Chris. I should like to point out that my mommy taught me to be polite and discreet. However, if you really want to know what I think, I think that I am, how shall I say it, capable of flying a flag from my 'post', I almost did cum in my shorts, my tongue is hard and.....what the hell do you mean, 'sell my golf clubs'?"

Another round of laughter but I watched Chris closely this time and she was blushing but was also slipping even more down in the chair and her legs were wide open. Her pussy was clearly outlined and I could see the top of her vagina. She was also showing some wetness on the bottoms. She was also watching me and my boner and she did, unconsciously I suspect, lick her lips.

Karen got up from my lap to get some more wine and George again made himself very noticeable. At this point I didn't care who saw my hardon. I was going to need to get some relief before very long even if it meant taking it out now and jacking off. Chris' eyes kept coming back to my crotch.

Mom broke the silence. "What say we put these suits to the ultimate test? Let's hop in the hot tub and get them wet. They look even sexier when wet."

What she didn't say was that they disappeared when wet. The suits that the ladies had all had that characteristic. When you got them wet they were transparent, especially the one that Chris was wearing. I think that she suspected as much but I thought she was getting horny and at this point didn't much care.

Karen, like Kate and Mom, was well aware that they were pressuring 

Chris pretty strongly and that any point she might balk and bolt. If they could persuade her to get in the hot tub she would probably relax and mellow out a bit and then, well, things were going to be what they were going to be. Mom was being her usual cool, laid back self, smiling while sipping her wine and watching Chris over the top of her glass. Kate was also looking intently at Chris. And Chris, well, she looked interested but also appeared hesitant.

She looked at Kate and said, "Well, I have to admit that the hot tub sounds really nice but I don't know. I mean, all of us and in these suits," and she gave a nervous laugh?"

"Honey, if you have reservations about getting in the tub, then we'll forget it. If you prefer we can always sit here and talk or watch the Olympics or whatever you would like."

Karen walked over to the bar and refilled her glass. She came back, set her glass on the coffee table and flopped languidly down on the couch, stretching her legs widely out in front of her. "Mom's right, we certainly don't want you to feel uncomfortable. But I for one am getting in the tub, even if it is only for a half hour. I love to soak in the warm water and feel the bubbles all over my body, especially the jets when sitting on the top seat," and she giggled.

Chris' eyebrows lifted a fraction as she too remembered those jets. Mom walked over to Chris' chair, leaned down and put her hand on her shoulder, "It'll just be us girls and I think you will find it both relaxing and stimulating at the same time."

Chris looked up at Mom and then over at me, "Just us girls? Won't Ken be there too," with what I hoped was a note of disappointment in her voice?"

Not being insensitive to Chris' reservations and picking up on what Mom had just said in an effort to overcome Chris' reluctance, I quickly replied, "No, I think I'm just going to go and take a very long, very cold shower," and I looked down at the bulge in my shorts, I think I need one," and chuckled.

Seeing where I was looking, all of them either chuckled or laughed as well. Karen reached over and patted my arm; "We don't want him there anyway. Men always just get in the way when us girls try to have a 'serious' ladies conversation. Besides, he really needs to go take care of his 'problem'," and she reached down and patted my bulge.

Mom said, "Kenny, what a vulgar display, I swear sometimes I just don't know what to do with you, you should be ashamed of yourself. I'm embarrassed that you don't have more respect for our guest. Go on, git! Go take that shower."

With a contritely bowed head I replied, "Okay, okay. I know when I'm not wanted. I'm leaving. I hope you ladies have a good time in the hot tub while I shiver and maybe even get chilblains in a cold shower," and I began to get up.

"Chris, I apologize for my sex manic husband. He just can't help himself. 

Now do you see why we don't take him to the beach with us? And, as for you, oh horny one, next time I see you, you had better not have that 'thingy' bulging out in your shorts."

My wife is such a warm, sensitive, caring person, isn't she?

Turning to Karen I bowed from the waist and replied, "Oh, my lady, when' ere I have the vision of your sexiness before my eyes I can but hope that I may retain control of my most intimate parts. But, nay, I fear, as always I shall succumb to your loveliness. Farewell, farewell, farewell.

Chris was listening to all this with a grin while, at the same time, keeping one eye on the bulge in my shorts as I turned to go. I looked over at her. She might have felt my eyes on her because she looked up a little guiltily. I smiled at her and winked and left the room. However, instead of going to the shower, I immediately headed up to Kate's suite and used the laptop to access the security system. I went over to the bar, got a drink, took off my shorts and sat down on the couch to have a good time. There was no way I was going to miss the session in the hot tub because I know Karen and Kate and at least one of them were going to get their tongue in Chris' pussy.

I selected the deck cameras but there was nothing! No sign of the girls. I switched back to the lounge cameras and Chris, Kate and Mom were still sitting and talking but there was no sign of Karen.

Before I could key the speaker to hear what was going on, the door to the suite opened and when I turned to look there stood Karen. She had a shit-eating grin on her face. "Knew this is where I would find you." She walked around and sat on the other end of the couch and looked down at my cock. "I would love to sit on that right now but we are going to be moving out to the hot tub shortly and I don't think I could seduce Chris with your cum dripping out of me into the hot tub. Besides, if all goes well, you might just be able to deposit all that hot sperm inside Chris, what do you think about that?" And as she said that she reached down and pulled aside her bottoms and began to play with her clit.

We both sat watching each other play with ourselves. Actually, I wanted to stand up and cheer at the thought of being able to fuck Chris but instead I tried to act blasé and nonchalant. "What makes you think I want to fuck Chris?" Karen just gave me that 'who do you think your dealing with' look and shook her head from side to side with a dismissive look on her face.

"Okay, stupid question. How do you expect to get Chris to agree to have sex with us, I assume you have some idea of getting into her pussy too?"

"I had better stop playing with myself or I might just cum right here. Damn, that girl makes me horny as hell and I can see what she does for you. Wouldn't you love to have her spend the night with us sometime? Anyway, to answer your question, it isn't just me that wants her pussy, but both our mothers as well. If all goes well Chris is going to be the center piece of a gangbang."

This sounds better and better!

"Okay, boy-oo, listen up and stop playing with yourself. Save it for Chris. 

Now, I'm supposed to be taking a shower too. I told them I wanted to clean up a bit before getting in the tub to rinse off all the salt and sand from the beach. I only have a few more minutes so here is what we'll do," and Karen laid out her plan.

"Sounds chancy, what makes you think that Chris will give in?"

"For an otherwise very intelligent man you sure can be dense when it comes to women. Okay, let me walk you through this. First, she was at the beach with 3 other girls and she came over to us, we didn't even know she was there until she came over. Second, all of the girls were leaving to go to the Shamrock for a girls' night out. Instead of going with them she chose to come home with us. Third, I know she has the hots for Mom. Remember they already had a little spit swapping session last night in the hot tub and she seemed very attracted to her all evening. Fourth, she has been watching your mom out of the corner of her eye pretty much since she met us at the beach. Fifth, she agreed to not only try on a Wicked Weasel suit but model it for you as well. Sixth, I think she knows, or at least suspects, it was me that was the 'Masked Masseuse' last night, and last, I think she wants you to fuck her. For some reason I can't figure, she seems intrigued by that little pecker of yours."

I beg your pardon! Little pecker indeed. George was insulted. But, other than the crack about George, Karen's rationale did make some sense. If her premise was correct that Chris was voluntarily putting herself in position to be seduced, her plan could work. Let me rephrase that, with Karen's plans, it would work. Remember I told you she had second sight or intuition or something like that when it comes to seducing women? Well, I've never known one of her plans to fail, at least not completely. Sometimes we might have to improvise a bit but overall she is really, really sneaky. A group fuck with Chris in the middle sounds great. Okay George, you are just going to have to wait a little longer before you can release all this built up cum.




Revelation 05 – Monday



Dear Readers,

It became evident that the naming convention I used for this series was faulty. I pulled all the chapters, made a slight change in the name, combined chapters so that each chapter covered one day and resubmitted the series. I've made some slight changes in the stories, mostly phraseology and grammar but the series has not been otherwise changed.

Please note that the underlying theme of this series is adult incest. While each chapter varies as to the category of sex scenes contained, this series will continue to be reflected in the INCEST category.

I hope this eases your reading, as it will my writing. I sincerely hope you enjoy my effort to express my own desires and fantasies.

I'm always open to criticisms and suggestions.

chiefx39

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Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday 

Revelation: 2 – Friday

Revelation: 3 – Saturday

Revelation: 4 – Sunday

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Revelation: 5 – Monday

For a change I didn't get up early. I felt Ken get up and leave for work but today I just rolled over and went back to sleep. It felt good to just lay there for a change and say to hell with the Stairmaster or swimming laps or going for a jog. It felt absolutely decadent and I deserved it.

When I woke again and looked at the clock it was close to 10:00 and I started to feel guilty. I really should have been up earlier to help Mom and Josie finish up the videos before the girls got here this afternoon. Besides, I was also very curious to see how Chris made out last night being sandwiched all night between my mother and Josie. I'll bet she didn't get a whole lot of sleep!

I wondered how Chris was feeling, what was she thinking and how she was going to deal with everything that had happened to her in less than 24 hours. Could she adapt or would she run into one massive guilt trip? I really hoped, both for her sake and ours that she could accept what had taken place because I really wanted to spend some more time with her but I certainly didn't want anything to happen to her marriage.

I reached over and hit the intercom to Mom's office and got no response. Looks like they were also running a bit late. I got up, showered and went down to the kitchen but no one was there. Grabbing a cup of coffee I turned to the kitchen window. Well, I found them. Mom, Josie and Chris were climbing out of the pool. I put some sugar in my coffee and walked out to join them.

As I came through the patio door they saw me coming and waved. I walked up and, as they were drying off, said, "Good morning, sorry I overslept. How is everyone this morning?"

Both Mom and Josie looked up with big grins on their face and Chris actually blushed when she smiled. "We are fine, right girls? Maybe a little tired but otherwise we are just fine," and Mom put her arm around Chris' waist and pulled her up against her side.

Josie laughed out loud and also put her arm around Chris' waist and pulled herself up against Chris' other side. "I think that I am in love with a 'younger woman'," turned and kissed Chris on the cheek. Mom turned her head to look at Josie and stuck out her tongue. Chris blushed even harder.

"Well, Chris, you haven't said anything yet. I have no doubt how those two reprobates feel but how about you? How are you feeling this morning?"

"I'm tired but I feel good, really good. I have to admit that I had a wonderful night. I just can't believe everything that has happened. But I like how I feel."

"So, then you are okay with being a sex toy for 4 completely immoral people?"

She looked a little surprised at my use of the phrase 'sex toy' but then relaxed and the smile returned to her face and she nodded her head. "Yeah, I'm more than 'okay', I like being your 'sex toy'. In these past few hours I have learned a lot about myself. Besides, from my point of view I now have 4 more sex toys to play with," and she giggled. 

She looked at me for a moment and then unwrapped Mom and Josie's arms from around her waist and walked up to me and plastered herself against me, put her hands up to either side of my head and pulled it down into a very, very sensual kiss while grinding her pelvis against mine. Naturally I returned the kiss and put my left hand on her ass and my right between our bodies and down to her pussy and separated her lips and began stroking her clit. We held the kiss a very long time.

When we broke the kiss we continued to hold onto each other and we were both breathing hard. God, this woman could become an obsession. When she dropped her inhibitions she was so sexual, so sensual that she just oozed sex. I wanted to lay her down and just bury my face in her pussy and at that moment I would have done it on Times Square with the whole world watching.

Mom and Josie walked up beside us and we ended up in a group hug and grope and sharing kisses all around. Mom, being the practical one, finally said, "Ladies, I hate to break this up because it looks like it could be a lot of fun, but we still have to finish the work on the tapes before Teresa and Jodie get here at 2:00. We better get something to eat and get to work."

"Oh, shit. Where is my cell phone?"

"What's wrong Chris?"

"Kate, if I don't call Teresa and stop her she will show up at my house at 1:30 to pick me up. I can't let her know that I've been here all night."

"Good point. I'll bet it's up in the bedroom with your clothes."

Reluctantly we broke the clinch and with parting pecks and some giggles we walked back into the house and into the kitchen. Chris went back up to Mom and Josie's bedroom to get her phone. We made some breakfast and were just sitting down when Chris came back into the kitchen.

"That's better. I called Teresa and told her that I had a lot of running around to do and that I would drive separately and meet them here. I also told her if she needed to she could call me on my cell phone. According to Teresa both she and Jodie are really nervous about the videos and they are having some second thoughts about showing them to Ted and Jim. I have to admit that so am I!"

Josie reached over and patted her hand. "There is nothing to be nervous about. You three will have full control over what you want to do or not do with those videos. All you have to do is to coordinate with Teresa and Jodie so that you all do or don't do the same thing. I think you will find that they are very 'invigorating'," and she laughed.

Chris nodded her head but didn't look completely reassured. We sat in silence eating. When Chris was done she picked up her coffee cup, took a sip and looked around and then at me and asked, "Where is Ken today? Is he here?"

"No, he had to go into work for a bit but I expect him back in a couple of hours. Miss him do you?" I leaned forward on my elbows and looked at her. "Do you mean to tell me that after a whole night playing in bed with my mother and Josie that you still are not a completely committed lesbian but still like men?"

Chris blushed and giggled, "Well, not completely but thanks to three very sexy teachers I now know what I have been missing, sexually. I really like girls, especially the present company. I just wanted to tell him that I appreciated the way he made love to me last night. It was nice and warm and incredibly sexy. You all are very lucky to have such a nice guy like Ken around.

Josie said, "Thank you. My son is a real gentleman. And, when he gets back I'm sure he would like to have you tell him that and, maybe you could thank him yourself."

"I have to tell you that I think it so sexy and nasty that the two of you have sex and Karen and Kate have sex and you all have sex together. And, Karen, I can't believe that you are not jealous when Ken has sex with another woman. It really doesn't bother you, does it?"

"No, not at all. It is kind of hard to explain but we are so much alike while being so completely different that it is as if we can tell what the other is thinking. We both really like sex and we enjoy watching each other get sexual satisfaction. I like watching him with other women and he likes watching me with other women. I would probably be, not jealous, but hurt if he had sex with another woman and I was not included or at least there when it happened. Frankly, I get off on watching him while he is fucking someone else, especially when it is Mom or his mother. I also get off on being able to taste his cum from the pussy of the woman he has just fucked. Especially when it is a pussy as sweet as yours."

She blushed again and dropped her eyes. "Does he feel the same way about you having sex with other men?"

"Pretty much. But I've only had sex with a couple of other men since we have been together and usually it was a foursome and Ken was fucking their wives or girlfriends too. Frankly, while it was fun at that moment, I haven't been inclined to do it with them again, at least not with the men. The real advantage of fucking another man when Ken is there is that I can get both of them in me at one time. I like to have a cock in my ass and one in my pussy. It really feels neat. You know, of the men I have had sex with only one was a better fuck than Ken but something was lacking. I like the way Ken cuddles when we both cum and so far I haven't found another man that does that the way Ken does. Frankly, I think I am more lesbian in my sexuality than hetero. I like a nice cock but I love a pretty pussy," and I wiggled both my eyebrows at her and licked my lips. She continued blushing!

"Anyway, I second what Josie said, Ken is a gentleman and I know that he would really appreciate your telling him that you enjoyed having sex with him last night. Why don't you tell him so when he gets back?"

"If you don't mind, I would really like to."

"No, sweetie, I don't mind at all. Besides, I think that Ken would very much like to fuck you again too." When I said 'fuck' Chris eyes opened wide, smiled and nodded her head. "You know that he has the hots for you. He thinks you are one incredibly sexy woman as do all of us." Mom said, "Amen." And Josie said, "I'll second that." Now Chris was really blushing.

Kate put down her coffee cup and said, "Okay, enough. We have work to do. Chris, we can get done a lot faster if you would help us out and, at the same time, you can see how we put together the video's?"

"Oh, that would be neat. What can I do?"

"You can play Ken's part and sit back and enjoy and evaluate the video to make sure that it has no glitches in it. You see we are putting it together from various vids shot from various cameras. It has to flow and make sense and it has to have smooth segues and transitions. Okay?"

"Then Ken did see what happened on Saturday?"

"Yes he did. I hope that doesn't bother you and I would appreciate it if you didn't mention that to Teresa or Jodi. We felt that we should get a man's opinion on whether or not the vid would do what you girls wanted it to do. We sort of used him as a guinea pig to make sure that the video had the effect that you were looking for in stimulating your husband. From what we saw it will be perfect for what you want."

"Until last night I probably would have been upset but now, how the hell can I complain after a nonstop night of sex and debauchery?" and she laughed

On the way to the office I took Mom aside and asked her if it was smart to let Chris see the video since some of the shots were coming from our security cameras. Mom didn't think there would be any problem because she wouldn't really know what shots came from what cameras since she would only see the finished product.

In the office Mom booted the computer and had Chris sit down and showed her how to control the video if she wanted to fast forward, rewind or pause it and then went over and sat down next to Josie and began working on the second video. I showed Chris where the footstool was under the desk so that she could just sit back and relax while watching the video then I went over and finished transferring the stills to the CD. From time to time I looked over to see how Chris was doing. Shortly after the video started to play I began to hear little comments such as, "Oh, my" and "Holy shit" coming from her. I smiled to myself because I knew what she was beginning to feel watching herself on the video and especially some of the close-ups.

The video of the stripping and masturbation was about 45 minutes long. In real time it would be about 28 minutes but with the inclusion of some of the footage from the security cameras, it ran long. I finished up transferring the stills to the CD and made copies. I got up and walked over behind her chair and saw that she was about 25 minutes into the video. She had taken my advice and settled back into the chair with her feet up on the footstool. Her eyes were fixed on the screen and one hand was playing with her left nipple while the other hand was between her legs and stroking her clit. I could actually hear her breathing heavily.

She wasn't aware I was there and I just stood and watched. When she saw a close up of Teresa inserting the butt plug into her ass and then turning around and inserting the dildo into her pussy she gave a big sigh and began stroking her pussy even faster. Well, looks like this girl might have the hots for one of her best friends. Can't say I blame her, Teresa is hot and I wouldn't mind a little more sampling of that girl, or Jodie either for that matter.

I reached out and put my hands on her shoulder and she jumped and turned her head and smiled at me self-consciously.

"That good, huh?"

"Oh, yeah, this is really hot. I can't believe how sexy this is, it's almost perverted."

Deciding to kid her a bit I leaned down and close to her ear I said, "Teresa looks really sexy with that butt plug in her ass and that dildo in her pussy, looks almost good enough to eat doesn't she?" And I began to let my hands drift down from her shoulders toward her breasts.

Chris didn't respond immediately but leaned her head over and laid her cheek up against mine. I wondered if she was too embarrassed to answer but then she said, "I think that I always have been somewhat attracted to Teresa, and even Jodie but until now I didn't really know how much or even want to admit to myself that I was attracted to them. She is very sexy and I almost feel guilty thinking that but I can't seem to help myself."

"My advice to you is don't feel guilty. There is certainly nothing wrong with admitting to yourself that you find other women attractive, we are. Bisexual women are usually sexually attracted to their best friends even if they or their friends don't know it. We are nothing like guys when it comes to 'best friends'. We tend to become more like family and almost lovers in the way we deal with each other. It doesn't take much to kick start us into a sexual relationship with each other. From what I have seen of you three, it wouldn't take much for the three of you to become lovers."

Chris sat up a bit and turned more to look at me and said, "You really think so?"

"I'd bet on it. The only trick is trying to find just the right moment to broach the subject or to make the first pass. These videos might just be the way to do it if you want to find out. Think about it and I'm sure you will come up with a way." I let my hands move down over both her tits and began to slowly massage them with the nipples cradled in the palms of my hands.

"That feels nice. God, I'm getting really horny!" She turned to look at me and covered my hands with hers. She pushed the chair back a bit and brought her right leg out from under the desk and draped it over the corner of the desk and put both of her hands down on her pussy.

Then the scene changed showing her masturbating and her breathing increased. Mom had some fantastic close-ups of her fucking her pussy and slowly pulled back until you could see her face as well. As she watched this she spread her pussy lips and inserted two fingers into her pussy and began to finger fuck herself. I concentrated on playing with her nipples, which were hard as nails.

I knew she was close to a climax but she slowed down to watch the rest of the video. The scene switched to show Teresa frantically fucking herself to orgasm, then to Jodie and then finally back to Chris, all of them reaching their climaxes. When the video ended, Chris just sat there for a moment and then put her leg down on the floor and turned around in the chair facing me. "Karen, please, I need to cum. Will you eat my pussy so I can cum?"

Before I could say anything Mom said, "Okay, that does it we are done. How are you girls doing over there?"

Both Chris and I broke out laughing. "Chris thinks the video is hot, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah, hot, really hot!"

The door to the office opened and Ken walked in, "What's so funny?" When he walked in he could not see Chris sitting in the chair. When she heard Ken's voice she pulled her hands off her pussy and put her arms on the chair arms and pulled her legs together – conditioned reflex. I looked at her and laughed.

"Hi, Honey. Glad you're back. We were just commenting on the quality of the girl's video. Did everything go okay?"

"Fine, got the rest of the week to spend with you guys or go to a rest home, whichever comes first." And he came around the corner of the desk and saw Chris sitting in the chair and his face broke into a big smile.

"Hey, Chris, good to see you," as his eyes looked her up and down and he wiggled his eyebrows comically. "Thought you might have left. I'm glad you stuck around."

"Hi, Ken, nice to see you too. Thought I would just stick around and meet Teresa and Jodie here at 2:00. We were just watching the video. I understand you've seen it. So, what do you think?"

"Well, I can definitely say that any man that calls himself a man that doesn't get an immediate hardon is no man at all. It is hotter than some of the so-called professional films I've seen. You guys are incredibly sexy."

Damned if she didn't blush again. Actually, it is kind of cute and sexy.

"Ken, we seem to have a little problem that you might be able to help with." When I said that Chris' head snapped up and she looked at me with her mouth open in surprise and the realization of what I was about to say hit her and she blushed even deeper.

"It seems that Chris has this problem. Now, I've volunteered to help her solve it but I really think that you might be the one to handle it. Besides, Chris has something that she wanted to tell you anyway. Don't you sweetie?"

Chris just sat there looking first at me, then at Ken. Ken stood there not comprehending what I was talking about.

Mom and Josie slid their chairs around and were sitting by their desk watching what was taking place. Chris looked uncomfortable sitting there because again she was back in the middle. Her blushing had extended down to the top of her breasts and she looked adorable. I wished that Ken had not come in when he did; I would really have enjoyed eating her sweet pussy.

Finally, she showed her depth of character, spirit and resolve. She took a deep breath, stood up and walked over to Ken and reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward her while raising her mouth up for him to kiss, and he did, boy, did he ever! The kiss was hot, wet and sloppy and went on forever. I thought they had actually switched tonsils at one point. She was plastered against him and both of them were grinding into each other. He had both hands on her ass and looked like he was trying to fuck her through his trousers. She had both hands on his head and was holding him tight against her. This woman knew how to kiss!

Finally when the kiss broke Ken had the silliest look on his face that I have ever seen and both were trying to get their breath. Neither of them let go of the other but Chris leaned back and said, "I just wanted to thank you for being so gentle and loving when we had sex last night. I think you are a fantastic lover." His grin got bigger and I could almost see his ego growing.




Revelation 05 – Monday



While all this was going on Mom had gotten up and moved over and sat down on Josie's lap. Their hands were stroking each other and they also were kissing. I was beginning to feel left out.

Ken brought his right hand up and smoothed down Chris hair. I knew that action, when Ken was feeling particularly warm and loving he would stroke a woman's hair softly. It can be incredibly erotic when he does it. The funny thing is, it is a reflex, he doesn't even know he is doing it; it is just his nature to be warm and loving.

"Thanks. But I also have to thank you. You are a very sexy, sensual and beautiful woman that any man would be privileged to make love with. I loved making love to you."

Chris pulled Ken's head down and she whispered in his ear, "Last night you made love to me. But I want to know what it feels like to be fucked. Right now, right here in front of everybody would you fuck me? I really need to cum and I want to feel your cock and cum in me when I do"

Ken looked up at me and I nodded yes. Bless his heart, here is one of the most desirable women he has ever met and he wants to be sure that I won't have a problem with him fucking her again. That's why I love him!

He reached down and picked Chris up and carried her over to couch and laid her down. As he started to undress she lay there with her legs spread, one hand playing with her nipples and the other playing with her pussy. Here eyes on his face waiting.

I walked over to where Mom and Josie were sitting, playing with each other and gave each of them a kiss then sat down on the floor beside them. Mom ran her fingers through my hair and I reached up and stroked her thigh.

Ken wasted no time in taking off his clothes. As soon as he was naked Chris reached out and grasped his cock and tugged him toward her. When he was close enough she sat up and brought her mouth down on his cock taking it as deep as she could and began to give him a prime blowjob. 

Ken was in heaven. He could look down and see those breasts he found so sexy and her nicely framed pussy and she was sucking on his cock like a vacuum cleaner. But he wanted to be able to get to that pussy. He enjoyed the sensation of her mouth on his cock for a few minutes then gently pushed her back and had her lie down in the middle of the couch. Then he climbed over her so that while she was sucking his cock he could eat her pussy. She didn't know it yet but she was in for a treat. For a man, Ken knew how to eat pussy! The way these two were going at each other I fully expected that they would end up cummin in each other's mouths and he would not get his cock in her.

Mom got up off Josie's lap and reached down and took my hand and Josie's hand and led us over to the area in front of her desk and lay down on the floor tugging us with her. The floor in the office, as in most of the house that is carpeted, has a very plush Saxony carpet with an extra thick pad. Since we are naked in the house most of the time we like to have a nice soft surface underfoot.

When we were all sitting on the floor she said, "Now that they are having fun, let's have some of our own. Daisy chain!" She pushed me back until I was lying down and she spread my legs and said, "Mommy wants to eat your pussy, sweetie. Be a good girl and show me where you want Mommy to kiss you." Reaching down I spread open my lips and said, in a little girl voice, "Oh, Mommy, please kiss me here." She laughed and lowered her head to my pussy. In the meantime, Josie had moved around and was lying on her side with her legs spread close by my head. I reached out and stroked her and put my head down and began to suck her lips into my mouth while putting a finger into her asshole. I know how much Josie likes to be buggered when she is being eaten. While I was doing that Josie pulled Mom's legs apart and began licking up and down Mom's ass crack while running a finger in and out of Mom's pussy. We were having a good time.

Chris thought that she liked the way Ken's cock feels in her mouth. I must be getting better; I can take more than I could last night. I wonder if I could ever really deep throat him? Maybe with practice....no, I can't think about that. Now is now and this may be all there is. I can't be thinking there may be more of this in the future.

He is making my pussy sing! He's almost as good as Karen or Kate or Josie. Shit, it feels like his tongue is 3 feet up my pussy. I love the way he sucks on my clit. But I gotta stop him or I'm gonna cum before he gets his cock in me and I really, really want to feel that cock in me again.

Chris stopped sucking on Ken and reached up and patted him on the ass. Ken stopped sucking on Chris' pussy and raised up a bit. She saw him looking at her and said, "I need you in me. I want to feel you in me when I cum. I want to be fucked!" Ken rose up and shifted around.

He moved down between her legs and sat back on heels. Running his hands up and down Chris' thighs he stroked her pussy several times and then took each of her legs and placed them over his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her pulled back a bit and asked, "How hard do you want to be fucked?" 

"Hard, fuck me hard. I want to feel like a total slut. Fuck me now!"

He took his cock and put it at the entrance to her pussy when she reached down and moved his hand off and took it herself. "I want to do it. I want to put you in me this time." Chris took it in her hand and placed it on her pussy and moved her hips forward until he began to slide in. She closed her eyes and gloried in the feeling as it slid in. She was already so wet that there was virtually no resistance and he slid in very smoothly. As before Ken marveled at how snug and warm she felt. 

Chris and Ken both moved their hips toward each other until he was in her as deep as he could go. With her legs over his shoulder he was even deeper in her than last night and she could feel him touch her uterus. It was an odd feeling, not bad, not good, just odd and very satisfying to know that she had his cock that deep in her. This time there was no feeling of guilt but one of almost righteousness as if this is what she had been missing before.

She looked up at Ken and said, "I don't want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me, just fuck me hard and fast."

Ken leaned down and kissed her again and pulled his hips back until his cock was almost completely out of her and shoved back down hard. She jumped and moaned, "Oh, shit. I can really feel you in me. Fuck me!" He pulled back again almost completely out of her and shoved forward and Chris rose up to meet him. She felt him touch her womb and moaned. "Again, harder!" And, so they fucked hard and fast. Ken was, at first, reluctant to really slam down hard afraid that he would hurt her but Chris kept saying, over and over, "Fuck me hard, again, again, fuck me, fuck me!" Ken soon gave up any reluctance he felt and just began to pound into her as hard and fast as he could. Surprisingly he found that he was going to be able to last longer this way then he would if he was taking it slower and easier so he just adjusted and fucked Chris the way she wanted to be fucked.

Chris had never been fucked quite this hard or fast with a cock quite this size and she was quickly closing on a climax. It was an amazing feeling and she knew if it never happened again she would masturbate many nights remembering this fuck. She couldn't describe it if she wanted to, the feeling was amazing. Chris was not a screamer or even particularly vocal during sex but today she found herself moaning loudly, crying out and even hollering, "Harder, harder, oh, shit that feels good. Again, again, fuck, fuck, etc." 

With each stroke outward she felt him slip past her vaginal opening and with each stroke inward she felt him press past her pussy lips until he touched her uterus, she could not wrap her mind around that feeling. She began to sense that her climax was not far off and made a decision.

"Wait. Ken, stop. Stop please."

Ken heard her but for a minute it didn't register. Stop? Now? But, being Ken, he stopped and looked down at her.

"Oh, Baby. I'm so close to cummin. But I want to do something different, something nasty. I want you in my ass when I cum and I want to feel you cum in my ass."

Ken smiled down at her. "Have you ever had anal sex before?"

"No."

"It might be a little uncomfortable at first but that quickly fades, or at least that's what I've been told. You might be uncomfortable after we're done though. Are you sure you want me to fuck your ass?"

"Yes! I've always wanted to try it and Cal won't do it. I trust you, I need to know what it feels like, okay?"

"I'll get some lube, that will make it much easier." Ken leaned down and kissed her, pulled out, got up and walked over to the desk and opened a drawer. In this house you could probably find lube and sex toys in virtually any room except perhaps the kitchen.

When he got back to the couch he leaned down and hugged Chris and kissed her again. She was so worked up that when he did that she thought she just might cum from being cuddled. He whispered in her ear, "look at the girls, they're having fun too."

Chris looked over and saw Kate, Josie and Karen in a hot and heavy daisy chain eating each other, buggering each other and just having a ball. She looked up at Ken and smiled. "Right now, I'd rather be here with you."

Ken got between Chris' legs and spread some lube on his cock and then reached down and began coating Chris' ass. He took care to make sure that he lubed her well by inserting lube into her ass with his finger as far as he could go. While he was buggering her ass with one finger he was also twirling her clit between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand. She lay there he finger fucked her ass until it began to relax. When his finger was moving easily in and out he coated his fingers a second time and inserted two fingers and worked them and the lube in and around her ass. When he thought she was ready he removed his fingers and nodded at her.

She raised her legs and put them over his shoulder again. Ken took his cock in his hand and scooted forward until the head of his cock was touching her asshole. He looked down at her and raised his eyebrows asking her if she wanted to continue. Chris smiled at him and nodded.

Ken moved his hips forward and the head of his cock slowly penetrated her virgin ass. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and raised her hips. Once the head entered her Ken stopped waiting for her sphincter to relax and accept his cock. Chris opened her eyes wide. "Oh, wow, that feels big, nice but big." They rested like that for a moment and then he pushed a little harder and his cock slowly and smoothly entered her anal canal.

Once he was in fully he paused and then slowly withdrew until just the head of his cock remained inside. Chris didn't want him to stop again. She was determined to take it all. She reached down and grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against her. The feeling was strange. She liked it. She liked the feeling of having his big, hard, hot cock deep inside her ass. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were closed but there was no sign on her face that she felt any pain. 

As many times as Ken had fucked someone's ass he still enjoyed the feeling. A feeling that was both similar to, yet different from the feeling when he was in a pussy. It was tight, very tight and hot. Hotter than a pussy.

Chris was surprised at how easy it was. She had expected to feel uncomfortable and to have it hurt a little but it didn't. It felt strange, a sense of fullness that wasn't the same as having a cock in her pussy and nasty, definitely nasty. Perhaps the nastiest thing she had ever done and she liked that. Right now she wanted to be a nasty fucking slut and have the fuck of her life. It wasn't long before she was fucking him as hard as he was fucking her and she was enjoying it because she was again crying out, "Oh, fuck this feels good. I love it. Fuck my ass, fuck my ass. Make me cum, dammit, I want to cum!"

Ken couldn't continue to play with her clit; he was too busy fucking her ass. When he stopped and used both hands to hold her hips Chris let go of his ass and reached down with her hands, one she used to stroke her clit and the other she used to fuck herself with two fingers. This girl was one hot lady and Ken fervently hoped that they would be able to get together often.

It wasn't long before Chris screamed, "I feel it, I'm gonna cum. Oh, shit I'm gonna cum with a cock in my ass. I'm cummin. Come with me. I want your cum in my ass. Cum with me!"

Ken needed no further encouragement. He felt the beginning of his climax and pulled Chris' ass even tighter against him and began humping his cock into her ass as hard as she was plunging her ass up on his cock. As he felt the first contractions in her ass he shot. Even with her contractions claiming her she thought she could feel the heat of his cum as it shot into her bowels. This seemed to increase her orgasm, she couldn't get her breath. Over and over she felt him shoot and her contractions went on and on and she hit a peak where she felt like she might pass out but the contractions didn't stop and Ken didn't stop.

Finally, the contractions reduced in intensity and in frequency, she could get her breath and she was panting wildly. Even as the contractions slowed she could feel Ken's hot cock still buried deep in her ass and she knew that she was going to have Ken fuck her ass again. She had taken his cock in her mouth, in pussy and now, in her ass. She was going to fuck him again! It was unbelievable that she may have had her best orgasm ever with a cock in her ass and not in her pussy. She was going to go home to Cal with a man's cum in her stomach, in her pussy and in her ass. How was she going to face him?

Ken's cock did not go flaccid as it usually did, it was still hard and he was still buried deep in Chris' ass and he was in no hurry to remove it, it felt too damn good right where it was. Chris didn't seem to be in any rush to be rid of it either.

She flopped loosely on the bed. Her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face and she was panting for breath. She opened her eyes and smiled up at Ken and reached up and pulled his head down to her. Before kissing him she said. I love ass fucking. I love your cock and I think I love you! And she began kissing him as if she hadn't seen him in 100 years. Her tongue was everywhere and she was crying, he could feel the tears on her face and he began to be really worried. Had this been too much for her to deal with, what did she mean that she loved him?

When he began to pull his cock out of her ass she stopped him. "Don't you dare! You leave that right where it is. I love the way it feels. Hear me?"

Smiling down at her he said, "I was hoping you would say that. You have such a nice, warm, lovely ass I'd like to stay there for awhile."

Unknown to either of them the ladies had been lying there watching them fuck. Now they got up and walked over to the couch and knelt down next to Ken and Chris. At first neither of them noticed until Chris felt a hand stroke her pussy and Ken felt a hand caress his balls and the little bit of his cock that was not in Chris's ass. They looked over to see three smiling faces looking down at them.

Josie leaned in and began to kiss her son. Kate leaned in and began to kiss Chris. Karen continued to play with Chris' pussy and Ken's ass and cock.

"Well, sweetie, was it all what you thought it would be?"

"Oh, Kate, it was amazing. I can't describe it. I love having a cock in my ass. Ken is so sweet and gentle. And he's still hard!"

Karen replied, "So I see. Well, are you two finished or am I going to have to throw cold water on you? I hate to break this up but it's 1:15 and you are probably going to need a shower and we all need to get dressed before Teresa and Jodi get here."

Chris nodded and Ken slowly raised up and pulled his cock from her ass. The head popped out followed by a flow of cum which dripped down her ass onto the couch. Chris put her hand down and scooped some of the cum up and held it out and looked at it. She offered her hand to Karen who declined with a shake of her head. "Cum from a pussy is yummy, cum from an ass is dangerous. Best to make sure you wash yourself real good." She leaned in and kissed Chris to take some of the sting from her words.

Chris giggled as she got up holding one hand behind her to collect the dripping cum. Josie went over to the desk and pulled off some paper towels and handed them to her. "Maybe it would be better if we just put a diaper on you that way you won't drip all over the carpet," she said laughing.

Chris ran laughing from the room holding the towels over her ass on her way to the shower. Josie handed Ken some paper towels and he wiped off his cock and the cum that had dripped on the couch. He got up and kissed his wife and said, "I'm off to the showers too."

"Don't use the same shower as Chris or we will never get you two out of there before the girls get here."

"Yes, Karen, of course, honey, whatever you say, sweetie. Oh, by the way, thanks." He headed for the door before Karen could hit him.

"Well, looks like we may have created a monster. I hope we haven't gone too far this time. I've never seen such a turnaround from a sweet, young, inhibited girl to a sex slut before. Do you think she'll be alright?"

Josie, from her psychology background and her general good sense of things replied, "I don't think we have created anything that wasn't already there and hidden beneath layers and layers of guilt and preconceived ideas of what she should be and what other people have told her she should be. All we have done is to help her remove some of those layers and what she is now is not a sex slut as much as a truly sexually liberated woman. She will have some problems adapting but all in all, I think she will be okay. She just needs time, away from us....at least for awhile!"

"As always lover you are undoubtedly correct. Have I told you today how much I love you?" Kate pulled Josie to her, wrapped her arms around her and kissed her very nicely.

Karen stood there with a grin on her face and said, "Ladies, ladies, don't you get started again. How many fucking orgasms do you two need in one day anyway? We only have about a half hour before the girls get here. Go get dressed, right now!"

"Let's not get dressed." Kate looked first at Karen than at Josie. 

30 minutes later a nude Kate with Teresa and Jodie in tow, walked out onto the deck where Josie was reclining nude on a chaise lounge and talking with a fully dressed Chris who was also reclining in a chaise lounge. Over in the pool a nude Ken and Karen were swimming laps.

Teresa and Jodie's eyes were almost the size of saucers as Kate walked them up to where Josie and Chris were talking. "Teresa, Jodie, this is my best friend Josie. Josie, this is Teresa and this is Jodie. They are friends of Karen's from high school and also friends of mine. Josie got up and shook hands with each of the girls exchanging pleasantries. Trying not to look too conspicuous, each of the girls appraised Josie with their eyes.

"Karen is in the pool and since you haven't seen each other for quite a while let me reintroduce you and also introduce you to her husband, Josie's son, Ken," and she moved over toward the pool with Josie and the three girls following.

Teresa asked, "Chris, how long have you been here."

"About 30 minutes before you guys. I finished my errands early and since I was close by I called Kate and she told me to come over." By this time they had arrived at the side of the pool.

Karen saw them coming and waved. She stopped swimming and began climbing out of the pool but Ken was still swimming laps and the girls could see his bare ass and knew that he too was naked. The thought in both minds were pretty much the same – they really are nudists and I wonder if he'll get out of the pool?




Revelation 05 – Monday



"Karen, you remember Teresa and Jodie from high school?"

"Of course! Teresa, Jodie, it is wonderful to see you again. How have you been?" She walked up to each of them, looked them in the eyes with a wide grin and took their hands. "So, what have you girls been up to lately?"

Again, almost simultaneously, both Teresa and Jodie had the same thought – she looks familiar....oh, no! She couldn't be.....oh, my God, she is!

Karen could see some sign of recognition in their eyes and could not help herself began to chuckle. "Ken, swim over here and say hello to two old friends of mine, Teresa and Jodie."

Ken stopped swimming and looked over and waved. He put his feet on the bottom and began to walk over to the edge of the pool. Both Teresa and Jodie had their eyes riveted on him, especially what they could not see clearly because of the water.

He purposefully walked over to the ladder and made as if he was going to climb out of the pool when Karen said, "I think you can say hello from down there. We don't want to shock the girls." There was a look of disappointment on both their faces as Ken smiled and nodded his head. He came up to the side of the pool.

Karen made the introductions while the girls remained where they were and Ken remained where he was standing by the side of the pool with his elbows on the side. The girls were unashamedly appraising Ken and Ken was looking both of them up and down. While trying to control a laugh, Kate walked over between the girls and said, "Okay, the girls and I have some business to conduct. If you guys are still here later I'll join you. But now we are going to be in the theatre. This is private business and we would appreciate not being disturbed. If there are any calls, you can forward them to me there. Ready girls?"

With some reluctance Teresa and Jodie indicated they were ready. After Kate and the girls turned to go, Ken moved over to the ladder and began to climb out knowing that they would be able to see him from his reflection on the patio doors. Acting unconcerned he made it a point to stand facing their backs as they walked away and made a production of drying his cock and balls. Both Teresa and Jodie saw his reflection and were watching him intently. When they got inside the door, Teresa paused and turned around and looked at Ken. Chris and Jodie seeing Teresa stop also turned around and the three of them watched Ken as he dried off. Kate chuckled to herself and waited for the girls. The privacy coating on the door did not let Ken, Karen or Josie see that the girls had stopped and were watching. 

When the girls were inside and no longer visible Josie walked over to Ken and Karen and put her arms around his waist. "Well, seems we may have given the girls something to wonder about for awhile. So, what are you two doing this afternoon," and she took the towel away from Ken and began to dry off his back and ass. Then she walked around in front of him and started drying his cock and balls. While Josie was blocking the girls' view of what she was doing, it was pretty apparent. Jodie nudged Teresa and Chris and whispered, "Is she playing with him?" Teresa said, "Looks like it, wow!" Kate figured this was enough and cleared her throat. "Shall we ladies?" and indicated with her arm that they should move on.

"Well, Ken and I are supposed to meet with Louise at our house tomorrow morning and we need to call her and confirm that. As a matter of fact I need to see if we have any messages on our machine anyhow. Why don't we go in the house for a drink and a snack and I can do both things?"

As we started toward the house Josie asked, "Louise is one of the two friends of yours that you give regular massages to isn't she?"

Ken answered, "Yeh, and damned cute too!"

"Knock it off letch. You know that we only do this because we are civic minded and it is our way of helping to ensure the mental health of our friends and protecting their marriages."

"Riiiiiight! Mental health! Ours or theirs? As for protecting their marriages, if Louise or Marie's husbands ever found out about the massages there would be no marriages."

"I'm not worried about that, we are all very discreet. Say, you know, we could have her come over here instead of going to our house and our Mom's could enjoy watching."

Josie said, "That probably isn't going to be possible. Kate and I have a meeting here tomorrow with some company execs to discuss a new marketing plan and what we are going to do with regards shooting the commercials. These meetings can take most of the day and will probably go long. Besides, the cleaning crew comes in around 3 so there just wouldn't be time when you could give the massage without the possibility of being discovered. Better plan on meeting Louise at your house. We can have her over another time."

Karen went over and dialed Louise's number and was soon talking with her. Mom and I poured drinks and took some snacks from the fridge and sat down and began munching. When Karen finished she came over laughing. "Louise is funny. She was trying to talk about tomorrow but her husband is home and she was going on about this and that and pretending that she was talking with one of her girlfriends about going shopping tomorrow at 11:00. So, we'll meet her at our house tomorrow at 11:00. Ken, I have an idea. You know what we should do? We should have both Louise and Marie over at the same time and you massage one and I'll do the other and then we'll switch. I think that would be an interesting session. What do you think?"

This needed some serious thought. "Okay, sounds good to me!"

"Thought it might. Want me to call Marie now?"

"Hell yes!"

Karen walked over to the phone. Mom said, "I take it that both Marie and Louise know about each other."

"That, mother mine, is a story unto itself which I will have Karen tell you sometime. It involves Karen, 3 of her friends, including Louise and Marie and myself. Quite an evening."

"I think I would really like to hear that story."

Karen came back and sat down with a grin on her face and said, "Both Louise and Marie are on. I would say that they are both looking forward to tomorrow. From what Marie said, I think you had better get plenty of rest today, hubby!

"Ken was just saying something about an evening with you, three of your friends and Ken but he said you should tell that story. So, tell me!"

"Let's go lay out and get some sun and I will tell you how Ken impressed three women in one night." Mom and Karen went back out onto the deck to get some sun. I decided to just stay here and relax. Karen was probably right, I would need all my strength tomorrow if I knew Louise and Marie, and I did know Louise and Marie. I went over and turned on the TV, got a beer and sat back to watch a ball game. Today was going to be a day of rest, I had earned it!

When Kate led the girls into the theatre Teresa gave a low whistle of approval as they looked around taking everything in. The centerpiece of the theatre was a 62-inch rear projection Mitsubishi TV/receiver mounted on the wall at the far end of a bowl shaped room with 6 huge speakers mounted next to the TV and 24 smaller built-in speakers on the sides and back of the room. The room contained seating for 18 people in a tiered arrangement of grey rolled and pleated leather reclining seats with leg rests. Each seat had pop-up armrests with cup holders on the right of the seat. On the left the armrests converted into a popup, swing over table. The room was acoustically carpeted in a deep plush burgundy on the floor and every other section of the walls. The alternating sections of the walls were mahogany paneled. Behind the last row of seats, directly in the center, was the lighted control station with a dedicated computer, slide projector and overhead projector for showing video, tapes and digital photos and images.

"My God, Kate, this rivals the best theatres in the county. If you'd sell tickets and snacks, and showed the 'right' kind of movies, you could make a fortune," commented Teresa.

Jodi added, "This is very, very nice. Can I ask why so elaborate and so many seats? Do you have, like, group things where you show porno's or something," and she laughed.

With an answering laugh Kate said, "Please ladies, let's be more dignified. This is where I give presentations to companies that I do work for and also where we review and critique the commercials and ad programs that I develop for them. The high and mighty of these companies and corporations like their comfort. They like to be pampered. Frankly, we use it very little except for that purpose. However, since you three are now on my list of 'preferred' customers, I think you rate it also, especially when you see the vids I have for you. I am pleased with the way they turned out; I think you will be too.

Jodi responded, "Oh, well I still think you should show porno's and sell refreshments and condoms. This place could be a fuck palace. I know some people who would be more than willing to rent it."

"Including yourself," asked Teresa as she punched Jodie on the arm?

Chris said, "Jodie, Teresa behave yourselves." Knowing a bit of what was to cum Chris was nervous. In an attempt to appear as if she was as much in the dark about the tapes as the other two she asked, "Kate, are the tapes really that hot? I'm almost embarrassed to see them. Was it groody or sexy?"

"Sexy, very sexy. Although, you might not want to show your husbands the second vid, at least not right away." And she laughed. "So, why not grab a seat and a drink and we will get underway." Kate touched a button on the control panel and a section of the wall slid up revealing a small but well stocked bar. "What'll you have, ladies?"

Teresa and Jodi took a white wine and Chris selected a vodka martini. With drinks in hand they started to sit down in the front row but Kate pointed out that the better seats were actually in the third row. When they were seated she showed them how to operate the chair controls and when they were comfortably seated with the chairs slightly reclining and the leg rests up, Kate activated the control starting the show.

As the vid played, the girls sat sipping their drinks and watching intently the opening scene of the stripping and exhibitionism. They talked among themselves and made little comments to each other and about each other and laughed and giggled self-consciously. Kate stopped the vid before the masturbation session and asked, "How does it look to you so far? Think that will help your husbands?"

Chris turned around in her seat, looked at Kate and said, "Cal has always wanted to see Teresa and Jodi naked. Boy, will he see them naked! Some of those close-ups are really something! And, on this size screen, wow! If this doesn't kick start his sex drive nothing will. Hell, it's got me breathing hard."

Jodi agreed, "Know what you mean girl friend, I'm getting a little wet myself. I would not have believed that I would get worked up watching girls strip especially my best friends. Am I turning lesbo or what?"

"I've always suspected that I might be a little bi. I mean when Ted and I watch a porno, I get almost as worked up watching women go at it as Ted does. I don't know but I think it might be fun to find out. Would anyone like to volunteer," she asked laughing?

Chris remembered what Karen had told her about using the vid to try and establish a bisexual relationship with Teresa and Jodie, but how?

Kate interrupted the conversation by asking if they wanted refills of their drinks before starting the masturbations portion of the video. The girls each took one and with giggling and anticipation returned to their seats. Kate could see that the video was affecting the girls. They were getting excited just watching each other naked; the masturbation portion of the video should prove even more entertaining.

When the girls returned to their seats Chris made sure that she was in the middle between Teresa on her right and Jodie on her left. She still didn't know what she was going to do but she knew that this portion of the video was extremely exciting and she was going to do something! As the masturbation portion started, Teresa and Jodie were still giggling. But as the vid continued they became less vocal and were watching the vid with more interest. 

Chris noticed that they were both rubbing themselves over their clothing. And when they reached the part where Teresa inserted a butt plug and also began to fuck herself with a vibrator, the talking feel off. Kate could see that the girls were now playing with themselves under their clothes. She could also hear their breathing increase and the smell of exited pussies began to become noticeable. When the vid finally ended all three girls were just sitting and looking at the screen. There was no denying that the girls were wound up and horny.

Kate told the girls that she was going to bring up a slide show of the stills that she had taken. She explained that she would give each of them a self-executing photo disc that they could view on their computers. They could either print out any photos that they wanted or give her the numbers of the photos and she would print them for them.

Not having seen the photos yet, Chris was as honestly astounded, as were Teresa and Jodie. During the slide show, Chris commented, "God, I can't ever let those photos get out of the house. If they do, they'll end up on the internet and we will have to move."

Teresa added, "Oh, I don't know. I think it's kind of hot that mine might be on the internet where guys will be jerking off while looking at them. Of course, Ted might not feel the same way." 

Jodi chimed in with, "Me too, I'm getting hot thinking about all the guys that might jack off to pictures of me. Shit, I might just put them up myself and not even tell Joe."

There was no doubt that all the girls were playing with themselves. Teresa and Jodi not caring whether anyone knew it or not but Chris was trying to be unobtrusive about it. I can't wait until I see the video of the massage scene, Kate thought. That will be interesting.

Several times Teresa or Jodi would ask Kate to stop the slide show and go back one or two pics or ask her to hold on one, but not Chris. It was fairly obvious that Chris was a little bit embarrassed by both the vid and photos even if she was sexually aroused. Her mind was still running at 100 MPH wondering how she was going to use these videos and pictures to her advantage with Teresa and Jodie.

Teresa looked over and said, "Chris, what's the matter? Are you okay? You aren't saying much, are you having second thoughts about doing this?"

Jodi looked at Chris when Teresa said this and leaned over and put her hand on Chris' arm reassuringly. 

"No, not having second thoughts, except maybe about the pictures. I mean, they are so....explicit. I've never seen myself that close up and with the dildo and all, it, it, it's kind of, I don't know, scary."

"Sweetie, if it really bothers you we will have Kate take out all the pictures of you, won't we Jodi?"

"Of course, but I have to tell you that your pictures are among the hottest. I kind of like looking at them. You are really hot, girl!"

"Amen, I like totally agree with Jodi. You are hot girl!"

Kate couldn't see if Chris was blushing but she thought she probably was. And, Jodi was right. The pictures of Chris had an erotic quality while those of Teresa and Jodi were just downright sexual.

Throughout the remaining pictures, Teresa made no effort to conceal that she was playing with herself. She had her chair in a semi-reclined position and her legs up spread wide. Her skirt was pulled up and she was stroking her pussy. Jodi also had her chair in a semi-reclined position but she had one foot up on the foot rest with her knee up in the air and the other leg spread with her hand up under her skirt and was also playing with her pussy. Chris reached out her left hand and began to stroke Jodie's thigh and with her right hand stoked Teresa's thigh.

When the slide show came to an end Kate spoke up, "Well, that isn't all the photos, but they are the best. Do you want me to make a disc containing all the remaining photos or do you want me to just destroy them?

With no hesitation Chris said, "Destroy them!"

Jodi and Teresa laughed. "That was definite. Yeah, Kate just destroy them, these are hot enough. Chris, sweetie, are you sure that you are okay with these photos?" She reached over and caressed her cheek, "Jodie and I don't want you to do anything that you will be sorry for or regret later. Our friendship is too important for that." 

Chris leaned over and hugged Teresa and kissed her with a bit of tongue and said, "No, I'm okay with it. Thank you guys so much for being my friend," and she leaned over and gave Jodi the same kind of kiss. Both Teresa and Jodie returned the kiss, also with a little tongue.

"Consider it done. I will also destroy all negatives too." She forgot to mention that these photos digital and there were no negatives. They were on her computer and she had no intention of destroying them. "Okay. Let's take a break, get a refill on your drinks if you want them and I'll show you the meaning of the word 'hot'."

The girls got their refills and returned to their seats. Before sitting down Jodie leaned over and whispered to Teresa. When the two took their seats on opposite sides of Chris, Teresa leaned in and put the armrest between their seats down and Jodi did the same. Now, there was nothing between the three seats. It was almost as if they were all sitting on a large couch. Teresa and Jodi scooted closer to Chris so that they were all shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip.

Kate chuckled as she watched Teresa and Jodi taking on the 'mother hen' protective persona that some women seem to feel instinctively when their friends are either threatened or despondent or just plain feeling out of sorts.

"Ready ladies? This could be one of my best vids. I warn you it is hot, very hot and extremely erotic. I was horny the whole time I was putting it together and I'm still horny thinking about it. Kate started the vid.

There was almost total silence in the theatre. The girls were watching the vid with such intensity that the only thing that Kate heard other than the sound on the vid was heavy breathing. As Karen played with Chris on the video, the girls had their legs spread and were playing with themselves, even Chris. Teresa opened her blouse and pulled her bra down and was rubbing her breast and tweaking her nipples. Jodi sat up and took her top and bra off, sat back and was openly playing with her breasts. Chris looked over at Teresa and Jodi. She again put her hands on their thighs and began to rub and stroke them. Teresa turned her head to look at Chris and leaned over and kissed her, with lots of tongue. Chris moved her hand higher on Teresa's thigh until she was touching her pussy.

The vid showed Karen moving down to the end of the table. Here Kate had included some very good close-ups of Chris's pussy and Karen's tongue moving in and out of it. She also showed when Karen inserted her finger into Chris's ass and Chris' response.

Jodie leaned over and, with her left hand, turned Chris to face her and kissed her. With her right she reached over and stroked Chris' nipple. Chris kissed Jodi back and Teresa, seeing them kissing, leaned over and with her right hand grasped Chris's other breast and began to tweak her nipple between her first finger and thumb. Chris moaned into Jodie' mouth.

Chris reached up with her right hand and stroked and caressed Jodi's breast and nipple. When the kiss ended they just turned to watch the vid and moved a little closer to each other so that they were all playing with each other's breasts and nipples. They were all horny as hell from watching the vid and playing with themselves and each other. When the vid ended, the girls did not immediately stop but continued for a few more minutes. Eventually, they pulled their hands back and sat up and began to straighten their clothes and put on what they had taken off. Kate wisely waited until they were reasonably dressed before turning up the house lights. And, just as wisely, did not say anything but simply walked over to the bar and poured herself a glass of wine, her first. Then she turned to the girls and said, "Refills?"




Revelation 06 – Tuesday



Dear Readers,

It became evident that the naming convention I used for this series was faulty. I pulled all the previous chapters, made a slight change in the name, combined chapters so that each chapter covered one day and resubmitted the series.

Please note that the underlying theme of this series is adult incest. While each chapter varies as to the category of sex scenes contained, this series will continue to be reflected in the INCEST category.

This is the first new chapter submitted since the revision noted above.

I hope this eases your reading, as it will my writing. I sincerely hope you enjoy my effort to express my own desires, fantasies and wishful thinking

I'm always open to criticisms and suggestions.

chiefx39

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Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday 

Revelation: 2 – Friday

Revelation: 3 – Saturday

Revelation: 4 – Sunday

Revelation: 5 – Monday

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Revelation: 6 – Tuesday

"Karen, come on! We're going to be late. What are you doing in there?"

"Primping. I want to look nice, is that okay with you Studley?"

"Babe, you always look nice. Most times you look wonderful. Now, let's go."

Karen finally came out of the bathroom and we walked down to the garage. "Did you see some of those guys here to see Mom and Josie? I'll bet the cheapest suit cost $2,000. Talk about a waste of good material on some of them."

"Wow, you're in a bitchy mood today, aren't you? I figured you'd be bright and cheerful and raring to go. After all, how long has it been since we've see Louise or Maria, three weeks?"

"Of the two of them, which one is the sexiest?"

"Oh, no. Not me! There is no way I am going to answer that question. No matter who I choose or what my reasons are for making the choice I am going to be in deep shit! Forget it, Babe."

"Okay, coward. Did you put the table in the car? And yes, it has been too long since we've seen them. My pussy tingles at the thought.

"The table is in the car. Your pussy always tingles. 

"What a sweet thing to say."

It was a nice day in the low 80's and, for a change the humidity was low. So when we arrived at the house we decided to open it up rather than turn on the A/C. I got the table out of the car and carried it into the den since we had the most room for the tables there. We moved some furniture around a bit and set the tables up side by side. Setting the tables side by side would cause Karen and I some problems because it is far easier when giving a massage to be able to move around the table but having the tables side by side will help to increase the sense of eroticism and intimacy. I got everything ready for the massage and Karen got out some snacks and several bottles of wine and we went in to change.

For these sessions with the girls we want to build sexual tension so, by mutual consent, we maintain the façade, at least initially, that we are actually there for the massage. While we may end up naked and having sex we start out as though this were not our primary goal, the massage is. Dressed in a pair of semi-loose shorts and Karen wearing a loose smock we came back into the den and put on some old Ravi Shankar music. I'm not a big fan of sitar music but for some reason the women seem to think it's erotic when they are having a massage and the day is more for them than it is for me. We poured glasses of wine and waited for the girls to arrive.

Louise and Maria arrived together right on time. There was the requisite hugging and kissing and the three girls started talking like they hadn't seen each other in a year. Knowing when I am being ignored I went in to the den, lowered the shades, lit the candles and incense, poured myself a second glass of wine and waited. Still chatting the three of them came in and without slowing down Louise and Maria removed their clothes and wrapped towels around their waists.

I like seeing Louise and Maria together. You could not find two girls more dissimilar in appearance. Louise is tall, about 5' 10", Maria is short, about 5' 3". Louise is slim with beautiful dancer's legs and Maria is well proportioned and sexy but a little on the heavy side. Louise has long, red hair, Maria, short dark brown hair. Louise has somewhat droopy, very pale blue eyes, Maria has big brown eyes. Louise's natural expression is a perpetual smile with dimples. Maria has a somewhat pouty look that changes into an almost angelic look when she smiles. Louise looks very, very Irish, Maria, very Italian.

Louise gives the best head while Maria will give you a ride that makes you think riding a bull at the rodeo would be relaxing by comparison!

"So, Kenny, where do you want us?"

I hate the name 'Kenny' and Maria knows it. "Makes no difference, Toots (she hates 'Toots' – we find pleasure in aggravating one another), hop up there and let's get this party on the road. How much time do you girls have?"

Giving me a dirty look for calling her 'Toots' she replied, "As much as it will take to scratch the itch I'm feeling,"

"Big itch or little itch?"

She looked down at my crotch, "Big itch I should think, what about you Louise?"

"Big, definitely big."

"So, Kenny, how are you going to massage both of us at the same time?"

"Maria, my sweet, you and Louise are in for a treat. Today, making her debut as an erotic masseuse is my lovely wife Karen. After many years apprenticing to the Master, myself," and I put my hand over my heart and bowed, "she has shown the dedication and skill necessary to be promoted from second banana to Masseuse Extraordinaire," and I bowed to Karen. "However, in reality, this will be her second appearance. She performed in public for the first time Saturday night with laudable success."

Maria rolled over and looked at Karen, "What is this about Saturday?"

Louise continued to lie on her stomach just turning her head to look at me, "Yeh, second time? So who was the lucky recipient of her first massage?"

"I'll let her tell you about that in detail in her own words another time but in summary, she appeared as the 'Masked Masseuse', wearing a silk mask to disguise her appearance, and massaged one girl and bestowing her oral talents on her and two others. She acquitted herself admirably and all parties were completely satisfied with her efforts."

"Now, as to how we will proceed today, Karen and I will each begin massaging one of you and when it is time for you turn over we will switch. That way you both receive the benefits of our many talents."

Louise laughed, "And that is exactly why we are here, to receive the benefits of your 'many talents'. So, let's stop this talking and get on with receiving some of these 'many talents', eh?"

Maria interrupted, "No, let's wait a bit. I want all the details of the adventures of the 'Masked Masseuse'. Talk girl, I want details and I want them now!"

Karen had been silent throughout this exchange and laughingly said, "Maria, I promise to tell you every salacious detail later," and she leaned down and whispered so that we could hear her too, "when we are alone!" and she emphasized 'alone'.

"Well, I think I have been excluded. Come on Ken, let's you and I go in the next room and have some fun while these two chat." Louise made as if to get off the table while trying to glare at them.

Karen walked over to Louise and took both her hands, "Sweetie, I have no intention of leaving you out. I, of course, mean to include you as well." She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "I just don't want to give Studley there any cheap thrills. This is just for us girls."

"Okay, alright, whatever. You three can chitchat, gossip or whatever whenever you want but right now we are wasting time. Unless, of course, you would rather TALK about what HAS happened instead of getting on with what WILL happen? Makes no difference to me." I folded my arms across my chest and tried to look as if I didn't care. I don't think I carried it off.

"Alright. Don't sulk. Massage time! Now, who gets to massage who?"

"Does it really matter?"

Both Maria and Louise lay back down on the tables. Karen walked over beside Maria and I beside Louise and we began the massage. As the girls began to relax it became very quiet in the room with only the sitar music as background. The girls were visibly relaxing more and more and Karen was concentrating on the massage and doing very nicely. I was in automatic mode, not thinking of the strokes but thinking of how delicious the two women looked lying on the table and thinking of what we would be doing in a very short time.

The massage went pretty much according to what you would expect in a 'conventional' massage except that Karen and I spent a lot of time teasing the girls by brushing across their pussies and teasing their assholes. When we thought they were ready we had them turn over.

The girls had just turned over and were lying on their backs with their breasts bare and the towels only covering the pubic area. As I started to walk over and switch tables with Karen I heard her whisper, "Ken!" I looked up and she whispered, "the doorway." I turned my head and saw, standing partially hidden in the doorway from the kitchen and watching us, Sarah!

Sarah is our 18-year old neighbor. About 3 years ago we gave Frank and Helen the key to our house so that they could keep an eye on it for us when we were away. Sarah, their oldest daughter, will occasionally stop by to pick up our mail and put it in the house and play one of my collection of antique Atari video games which I have in the club basement. She's a nice kid and we have no problems with allowing her in the house if we are not there. However, today was not the best time for her to decide to play video games.

Frank and Helen are good neighbors in their mid-40's. They are the epitome of respectability being regular churchgoers and serving on the PTA and quite a few other neighborhood committees and organizations. They were the first in the neighborhood to welcome us when we moved in and we have been to their house and they to ours numerous times. We all enjoy playing bridge. They have 3 children. As I said, Sarah is the oldest, Renea is 11 and Jake is 5.

Sarah is somewhat of a plain girl who is quiet, shy and even a little withdrawn. She's an average student in her first year at the local community college while she tries to figure out what she wants to do. Sarah rarely dates and while she has a few girlfriends in the neighborhood doesn't seem to want to mix with a lot of the other, somewhat 'wilder' kids in the area. I've always felt that Sarah plays second fiddle to Renea who is a lot more gregarious and outgoing. Because we have always welcomed her in our home and she gets on so well with Karen, whom I think she looks up to, Sarah would use our house as a kind of refuge.

When I realized that Sarah was watching us all I could do was stand there. Louise and Marie saw that Karen and I were looking toward the doorway they looked up as well. When they realized that someone was standing there both of them sat up but neither of them covered their breasts. I turned around and saw that Sarah's eyes were wide open and so was her mouth.

"Oh, geez, I'm sorry....I didn't.....I mean, I was just going to.....Oh, shit! Look, I didn't see anything; I'll see you later. Goodbye," and she started to leave.

"Sarah, wait! Don't go honey. It's okay. You can come in."

Sarah stopped and looked back at Karen. "Karen, no, I think that I better go....it's....."

"Sarah, it's okay. Ken and I were just giving our friends a massage. You don't have to go if you don't want to."

What in the hell is Karen thinking! Inviting Sarah in is the last thing we need right now. I turned my back to Sarah and looked at Karen and mouthed 'no, no, no' but she just smiled at me and looked back at Sarah who was stopped in the doorway. Thank God both Karen and I were dressed! Although I did have a considerable bulge in the front of my shorts.

Marie had a questioning look on her pouty face but Louise had a big smile on her face as she looked at Sarah. "Hi, Sarah, my name is Louise and this is Marie." You can come in, we don't mind. Ken and Karen were giving us a massage. Have you ever had a massage?"

Sarah's natural teenage curiosity kept her feet glued to the spot while her fear and uncertainty urged her to flee. I was getting angry with Karen and Louise for prompting this kid to stay. I was also becoming real concerned about what I feared they had in mind. I didn't say anything but kept my back turned. I looked over at Marie and I could see she was trying to decide what to do, invite her in or tell her to leave.

Karen is smooth. She smiled at Sarah and said, "Honey, you can come in if you want or you can go downstairs and play the video games if you want or you can leave. We don't mind. Have you ever had a massage?"

Sarah shook her head.

"Would you like to see how a massage is given?"

Sarah hesitated and then nodded her head.

Shit, oh, shit this is not good!

"Come over here and let me introduce you then." Sarah came hesitantly into the room and walked up to Karen. Sarah, this is Louise and this is Maria, they are old friends of ours from college. Girls, this is Sarah our neighbor and a good friend," and she put her hand on Sarah's shoulder. Sarah meekly said hello and Maria said hello and Louise smiled and nodded. Neither Louise or Maria had covered their tits and both were now sitting cross-legged on the tables. It was pretty obvious that they were naked since the towels did not completely conceal their pubic areas.

Sarah made eye contact with me for the first time and smiled a little uncertainly. All I could do was return her smile. "I'll bet you didn't know that Ken was a masseur, and I was a masseuse did you? No? Well, we both studied that in college and we kind of moonlight by giving good friends of ours massages from time to time. Now, you said you never had a massage? Well, if you want to you can stay and watch us give our friends massages and maybe someday you might want to have one yourself."

Oh, shit. This was going where I thought it might be going. My wife has to be out of her fucking mind. She is actually hitting on the 18-year old daughter of a neighbor. Not only that, it looks like Louise and Maria are going along with her. I'm gonna kill all three of them, no shit!

I was frantically trying to think of something to do to get out of this but at this point there was damned little I could do without spooking Sarah and probably bringing the wrath of her mother and father down on us. So, trying to make the best of a bad situation while I try to figure some way out of this I looked at Sarah with as big a smile as I could muster at this point and said, "Sarah, would you do me a big favor? I have massage crème all over my hands so, would you please get me a beer from the fridge, this is hard work and I'm kind of thirsty?"

Sarah nodded and said okay and left to get the beer. I walked over to Karen and whispered, "What in the hell are you thinking?" Before I could say anymore she put her hand over my mouth and whispered back, "If we send her away right now she will tell everyone in school that we were having some kind of orgy and we will be in shit up to our armpits. Let me handle this okay and we won't have any problems. Just go ahead and continue with the massage."

"Okay, I hope your right though. I don't like the feel of this." I turned to Louise and Maria, "What do you think?" Maria answered, "Karen's right, keep going and don't change a thing!"

"Don't change a thing? You think I'm gonna continue giving an erotic massage with her watching? Now I know you are out of your mind."

Louise put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Just as Maria said, don't change a thing. I have a good feeling about this. I know it will work out fine. Trust us!"

"Well, I'm not going to change anything. I'm giving Maria an erotic massage, right Maria?"

Maria smiled that angelic smile and said, "Press on! Oh, this is gonna be fun, I can feel it," and giggled.

When Sarah came back into the room with my beer the girls were laying on their backs on the tables. Each of them had the towel over their groins but their breasts were still exposed. Sarah walked up to me and handed me the beer but her eyes were on the girls and their breasts. She looked a little flush. 

"Sarah, come over here and sit on the stool so you can see what a massage looks like." Karen pulled over one of the bar stools and placed it close to the midpoint of Maria's table. "You're 18 now so if you want a glass of wine, help yourself. Sarah nodded and poured herself a glass and sat down on the stool. Sitting on the bar stool put Sarah high enough that she could see both tables easily. And the bulge in my shorts!

Karen walked up to the head of her table and started to massage Maria's head, face and throat. She kept up a running patter explaining to Sarah what she was doing. Sarah was starting to relax more. I slowed down my massage so that I was lagging a bit behind Karen. I was going to have to take my cues from her. 

Sarah was intently watching everything that Karen and I were doing but her eyes kept moving to the girls exposed breasts. Karen kept up the chatter as she reloaded her hands with crème and started massaging Maria's upper chest and the top of her breasts. Sarah's attention was completely on Karen's hands. Karen didn't touch Maria's nipples but stopped short and moved over to the side of the table and started working on Maria's hands and arms explaining to Sarah the difference between deep tissue Swedish massage and the Reflexology techniques used on hands, fingers, feet and toes. Sarah watched intently.

While putting more crème on her hands Karen turned to look at Sarah and said; "Now it's important to massage all parts of the body. With a massage given in a commercial establishment certain body parts are avoided because the masseuse or masseur has to be careful about the possibility of offending the client and breaking the law. However, ignoring these body parts results in a massage that is often less than completely satisfying to the client because it leaves the client with built up sexual tension. In our case, since Ken and I only massage people we know very well, we make sure that the massage is complete and completely satisfying. She turned around and took each of Maria's breasts in her hand gently and sensuously massaging them.

Sarah's eyes grew very wide; she took a long drink of her wine and leaned forward in her chair, her eyes glued to what Karen was doing. What the hell! I put crème on my hands and took Louise's breasts in my hands and mirrored what Karen was doing. Both Teresa and Maria let out little sighs when we began to massage them and Sarah sat upright at the sound. Louise took the opportunity to use her left hand to begin rubbing my legs and hips. I began to get hard feeling Louise's hands on my leg and knowing that Sarah could see what she was doing. I thought she was watching intensely before, now she was totally engrossed her eyes moving from what Karen was doing, to what I was doing and what Louise was doing.

While she was playing with Maria's breasts she was telling Sarah that a good massage does two things, it gradually releases the physical tension in the area being massaged and when the massage is done, the whole body should be tension free. However, this tension was essentially physical. Since a good massage is so intimate, it also tends to build some sexual tension while it relieves the physical tension. In order for a massage to be truly complete, both types of tension should be relieved so that at completion of the massage the client feels a total release of all tension in the body.




Revelation 06 – Tuesday



With that Karen began to concentrate on Maria's nipples, using the palm of her hand to rub them gently, using her thumb and forefinger to twirl them and lightly flicking them with her forefinger. Maria's nipples quickly grew hard and she was openly sighing.

Sarah was beginning to have a little trouble breathing. Her eyes were shifting between watching Karen massage Maria's breasts and nipples and me massaging Louise's breasts and nipples. Several times I noticed her licking her lips as she watched.

"So, Sarah, what do you think? Doesn't it look both relaxing and stimulating? Sweetie, You have no idea of how good a massage feels, someday you really should get one."

"You said that the whole body should be massaged, does that include...well, everything?"

"Everything!"

"But, I mean...these are your friends and they're girls, er, ladies?"

"Your point is?"

"Well, don't you have to, you know, touch their privates?"

"Uh, huh."

"That doesn't make you feel funny?"

"Does a doctor feel funny when he examines a woman, I don't think so. It is strictly professional, right? Well, massage is a professional technique used to help someone relax and remove tension. Besides, you said it when you said they are friends of ours and that makes all the difference. We are friends making friends feel good, that's all."

When Karen stopped massaging Maria's breasts and nipples and turned to put on some more crème, Sarah held up her glass and asked, "Can I have another glass?"

"Sure, Sweetie, help yourself."

When Sarah went over to refill her glass, I glared at Karen and she just smiled back.

As Sarah sat back down Karen was massaging Maria's stomach and slowly moving her hand down closer to the towel draped across her. I was doing the same to Louise. When Karen reached the towel she stopped and slowly folded down the top of the towel until it was just above the pubic area. Sarah's eyes were wide.

Louise had begun to run her hand further up my leg under the shorts. Sarah's eyes widened more as she realized what Louise was doing. Also, Louise and Maria were now holding hands. Where Karen had folded back the top of the towel covering Maria I chose to just let my hands move under the towel. Sarah's eyes were shifting from Louise's hands under my shorts to Karen's hands massaging Maria just above the pubic area to my hands massaging Louise under the towel. I could see that she was getting excited because she was really sipping the wine and crossing and uncrossing her legs.

Karen straightened up and turned to Sarah. "Now, time to do the legs. The legs and thighs are two areas, other than the shoulders, that are the most in need of massaging to relieve built up tension. "You play basketball don't you, Sarah?"

"Uh, yeh and softball."

"How many times, after a game of either, have you had leg pains or felt like your muscles are all tensed up?"

"A lot!"

"Well, a good leg massage can make all of that disappear. Did you know that many professional ball players have a massage after a game to keep their muscles from cramping up? You can see better if you move your chair over here." Sarah stepped down and Karen moved the bar stool down to the end of the table and Sarah sat back down again and her eyes got wide again. During the massage the girls had instinctively separated their legs until they were pretty widely spread. The towel that covered the public area when sitting at the midpoint of the table did not hid their pussies when sitting at the end of the table and Sarah was looking at one shaved pussy and one deliciously covered in soft red down. I might point out that the girl's pussies were also decidedly different. Maria's was an 'innie', essentially a slit while Louise's an 'outtie' with pouty pussy lips.

Karen, knowing full well what Sarah was looking out, acted indifferent. She put more crème on her hands and was keeping up a running banter about how to massage the foot and ankle and calves. After massaging Maria's right calf, and totally unnecessarily, she lifted Maria's leg by the ankle and softly ran her hand up and down the calf. As she did this she spread Maria's legs even more causing her pussy to become more visible. She did the same thing to her left leg. Now, Maria's legs were spread as wide as the table would allow and since the towel had shifted further up Maria's pussy was on open display.

Sarah shifted her eyes from Maria's pussy to Louise. I didn't copy Karen by lifting up Louise's legs but did make sure that Louise's legs were also widely spread. From where she was sitting Sarah didn't have as good a view of Louise's pussy as she did Maria's.

To massage Louise's thighs from the end of the table I would have to extend quite a bit forward over her legs. This is one problem we had with having the tables side by side. I moved to the side of the table since it would be easier to reach across the table than up it. Karen chose to remain at the foot of the table and have Maria slide down a bit. But in the process of sliding down, the towel covering her pubic area slid further up her body. Now there was not even a pretense of having it cover her pussy. Karen just reached up and took it off and dropped it on the floor. I thought Sarah was going to fall out of the chair.

When I moved to the side of the table by Louise's thighs, she took the opportunity to again begin playing with my leg under my shorts except now she was also beginning to fondle my cock as well. If possible, Sarah's eyes got bigger and wider. At this point I didn't give a shit. In for a penny, in for a pound! I pushed the towel covering Louise up further on her stomach. She just reached down and took it off and dropped it on the floor.

Karen had never stopped talking. She was going on about how the muscle tension in the thighs retains lactic acid that could cause cramps, and so forth. Some of what she was saying made sense, some was pure bullshit. The purpose of her chatter was to help keep Sarah relaxed and in the room. She wanted her to watch while she got Maria off!

I had reached an impasse. What was I going to do now? Typically, when the massage is finished, Louise just likes to be fucked while lying on the table. Would she be satisfied with me giving her a massage and not getting her off? I knew that Karen was going to, at least, finger fuck Maria to climax if she didn't eat her to one even with Sarah watching. Karen was going to push this as far as she could. I know Karen; she was getting off on having Sarah watch.

I picked up the towel from the floor and walked up to Louise's head and made a pretense of wiping her face off. She opened her eyes and looked at me questioningly. I reached over her and wiped some imaginary sweat from the side of her face and ear and whispered, "do you still want to get off now with Sarah watching?" She nodded and said, "You bet! The usual," and grinned. I nodded and went back down to the side of the table.

Karen was already massaging Maria's left thigh and now she had stopped talking. I looked up and Sarah was leaning forward watching everything that Karen was doing. Maria was softly moaning and Karen was running her hands up the outside of the thigh, crossing over and down the inside of the thigh coming closer and closer to Maria's pussy each time she crossed over. Sarah could not take her eyes off Karen's hands.

Without looking at Sarah, but continuing to massage Maria's thighs Karen said softly, "Sarah, when you are alone and you are horny, what do you do?"

Sarah didn't say anything.

Karen waited a minute for her to answer and when she didn't she said, "I'll bet you do what everyone does including me, Maria, Louise and even Ken. We masturbate. We play with ourselves until we reach a climax or we have someone else play with us until we reach a climax." Sarah still hadn't said anything but when I looked over she was nodding her head.

"For a massage to be complete, for the person receiving it to feel completely and utterly relaxed and free of tension, a good masseuse or masseur will assist the client by masturbating them until they have a climax."

I purposely lagged behind Karen. I was keeping my hands further away from Louise's pussy than Karen was for Maria. Louise was raising her hips to try and get me to stroke her pussy. Sarah noticed Louise's movements and shifted her eyes from watching Karen to watching my hands and Louise's hands playing with my cock from inside my shorts. Sarah looked up at me and surprised me by nodding at me and smiling. She was enjoying this and was no longer afraid or hesitant. I smiled back and on the crossover stroke let my fingers brush through Louise's pussy hair. Louise moaned.

Karen continued, "So, to make Maria feel completely relaxed and tension free, to 'complete' the massage I am going to see that she has a climax." She looked over her shoulder at Sarah and asked, "Okay? Is it okay with you if I help Maria have a climax?" 

Sarah looked at Karen and nodded her head, "Uh huh, okay."

Karen nodded and put one hand on the front of each of Maria's thighs and slowly stroked upward then brought both her hands over and onto Maria's pussy. Using both hands she began to stroke her pussy up and down the slit. With her fingers she slowly separated Maria's slit showing the opening to her vagina and her clit. Holding it open with one hand she began making circles around Maria's clit. Maria moaned and raised her hips to Karen's touch. Sarah, probably unconsciously, brought her hand up to her breast and began to massage it through her top.

Karen said, "Sarah, have you ever really seen a woman's vagina? Have you seen yours? Most women don't really know what they look like or how beautiful they are. Come stand next to me. I can show you some things that might make you feel better and help you when you play with your own pussy." This was the first time that Karen had used the word 'pussy' and Sarah didn't even blink. She got up off the chair and moved over closer to Karen and watched intently.

With Sarah completely engrossed in what Karen was doing I ran my fingers up and down Louise's vagina and she responded by taking a firmer grip on my cock and trying to stroke me. Like Karen, I separated her pussy lips and found her clit and began to slowly stroke it and run my finger around it. Louise let go of my cock and started tugging at my pants leg. I could see that she was wet so I ran one finger down until it was at the opening of her pussy and slowly began to insert it.

Louise had my shorts partially down and was working hard to get them down enough that my cock would be out, she was succeeding. Just about that time Sarah looked up and saw me with my finger in Louise and Louise tugging my shorts down and her mouth dropped open. I thought her eyes were wide before but now they looked like dinner plates. I pretended that I did not see her looking and figured the hell with it. I took my hands off Louise and reached down and tugged my shorts down and stepped out of them. My cock stood out proudly and Louise took control of it.

I felt sorry for Sarah, she was close to overload. Karen was playing with and finger fucking Maria, I was playing with and finger fucking Louise and Louise was jacking me off. Sarah didn't know who to watch, she was trying to see it all.

Karen stopped playing with Maria and reached out and put her hand on Sarah's arm and tugged her closer to her. "Come closer, you can see better. Look at that; is there anything you have ever seen more beautiful? Look at how the pussy lips begin to swell up and open like petals on a flower when a woman gets excited. Most men never take the time to see the beauty that is a woman's pussy. It takes another woman to really appreciate it." All the while she was pulling Sarah closer and closer to the end of the table and Maria's pussy and Sarah was not resisting.

Louise was doing a great job of stroking me and I was trying to reciprocate. I knew that it would not be much longer before I would climb up on that table, put her legs over my shoulder and begin fucking the hell out of her. Would I have enough guts to do it with Sarah watching?

Maria was twisting and humping and moaning and saying, over and over, "Oh, yes, oh, oh, oh....." Maria is not very original either but Sarah was watching and listening and breathing quite hard. Sarah was hot and horny!

Karen reached out and took hold of Sarah's right hand and said, "Here, feel it. Feel how soft and warm it feels," while moving Sarah's hand toward Maria's pussy. Sarah acted as if she was in a trance and under some hypnotic spell, she could not take her eyes off Maria's pussy and she allowed Karen to move her hand toward it.

Karen pulled Sarah closer yet and put her left hand around her waist while she moved Sarah's hand closer to Maria's pussy. Sarah allowed this to happen. She was looking only at Maria's pussy and she was breathing hard. Then her fingers made contact with Maria and she just stood there with her fingers on Maria's pussy. She didn't pull back she didn't move her hand she just stood there. Karen let go of Sarah's hand and stepped back a bit behind Sarah and put her hands on her hips and urged her up to the very end of the table. Sarah allowed herself to be moved and with her hand resting on Maria's pussy was standing only a few feet from away.

Karen leaned down close to Sarah's ear and whispered, "Go ahead, touch it, stroke it. See how soft and warm it is. Maria needs to cum badly, help her cum. Show her how you make yourself cum when you are horny. Maria is very, very horny. She wants you to help her cum."

Sarah seemed to shudder a bit but she started to move her fingers up and down Maria's slit. At first she seemed to be hesitant but then she reached down with her other hand and, as Karen had done, she separated Maria's pussy lips and began to circle her clit. Maria responded by reaching down and taking Sarah's wrist and guiding Sarah's fingers where she wanted them on her pussy. Sarah's complete attention was focused on that pussy staring her in the face. 

Sarah was now stroking up and down Maria's slit with one hand and playing with her clit with the other when she stopped stroking the slit and using one finger of that hand placed it at the opening to Maria's pussy and slowly began inserting it. Sarah was finger-fucking Maria and Maria was responding by telling Sarah, "That's it, fuck me with your finger. Put it in, deeper, Wiggle it around. Oh, that feels good."

Sarah was now completely committed to finger fucking Maria and playing with her clit when she suddenly realized what she was doing and looked up with a surprised expression on her face although she did not stop her hands, she kept masturbating Maria. Then she remembered that Louise and I were also in the room and she looked over at us. The first thing she saw was my fingers inside Louise and Louise jacking me off. She stared at my cock and looked back up to my face and smiled a big, wide smile. She took a deep breath and looked back down at Maria's pussy and smiled wider.

Karen put both her hands on Sarah's shoulders and leaned down and whispered directions to Sarah on what to do and how to do it. Sarah was completely into masturbating Maria and Maria was definitely enjoying being masturbated by this 18-year-old plain Jane.

Louise rose up and said, "Fuck me now, I need you in me now," and lay back down. She dropped her hand from my cock and I climbed up on the table and began putting her legs over my shoulder. I heard Karen whisper to Sarah, "Ken is going to fuck Louise. That is the way she wants to come to a climax. She likes to be fucked. Have you ever seen two people fuck before?"

I heard a whispered, "No!"

"Are you still a virgin Sarah? Have you ever had sex?"

I had both of Louis's legs up on my shoulders and I put the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy and began to slowly insert it. Louise raised her hips to get it in her faster.

"Yes, I mean no. I've never been.....fucked."

"Well, watch how they fuck and you will see how wonderful it can feel. Watch them and you will learn how it's done right."

I was all the way in and beginning to withdraw. Louise was moaning and asking me to fuck her.

Sarah was still playing with Maria's pussy and watching me fuck Louise at the same time. Karen was rubbing Sarah's shoulders and letting her hands drift down her arms and lightly over the front of her shoulders. She studiously avoided reaching down and fondling Sarah's tits. Karen leaned down close to Sarah's ear and said, "Maria is close to cummin. Now, put two fingers in her pussy and rotate your hand while you pull your fingers out and push them in. Lightly rub her clit between your thumb and forefinger. Keep doing that and you will feel her pussy begin to spasm and squeeze on your fingers and when you feel that fuck her hard with your fingers and she will come."

Karen moved from behind Sarah and went to the side of the table and leaned down and kissed Maria. Sarah was fascinated watching two women kiss. Karen was playing with Maria's tits and nipples while they kissed and when the kiss was over Karen looked down at Sarah and smiled and then, while looking at Sarah began to lick and suck on Maria's nipples.

Maria cried, "Oh, fuck I'm cummin. Fuck me harder."

Sarah looked down in surprise as she felt the first contraction and then remembered what Karen had said and began pushing her fingers in and pulling them out harder and faster. Her hand was flying.

Maria raised her hips completely off the table and cried out, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm cummin.....fuck."

Sarah, wide eyed, was staring at Maria's pussy not quite knowing what to expect. Finally, Maria slumped and dropped her hips back onto the table. Sarah was still fucking her hard and fast. Karen came back down to the end of the table and said, "You can stop now, Maria is completely relaxed. Did you feel her cum?"

Sarah pulled her hand back fast as if she thought she was hurting Maria and looked surprised at the juices on her fingers. "Oh, yes, I felt it. I really felt it." Her eyes went back to her fingers again, she couldn't seem to decide what to do with her hand. Karen reached over and took her wrist and held her hand upright. "These are pussy juices and some people just wipe them off but I think that they are delicious," and she brought the fingers to her mouth and sucked the juices off and licked Sarah's fingers clean. All the while Sarah just stared, wide-eyed at Karen.

Louise and I were now fucking at full speed. She was grunting and moaning and I think I was too. We had completely forgotten that there was anyone in the world except us. The only thing that mattered to her was my cock and the only thing that mattered to me was her pussy. I knew I was going to cum shortly and was becoming concerned that Louise wasn't. I suddenly felt a hand on the base of my cock and when I looked back and down saw that Karen and Sarah were standing by the side of the table watching my cock slide into and out of Louise's pussy. Karen had taken Sarah's hand and put it on my cock and was moving it to feel my balls and had her head down close to Sarah's ear and whispering into it.

Sarah was listening and grinning. She was nodding her head yes and then both her hands were on Louise and me. She was running them over both of us. I felt the first contraction from Louise and I increased my speed and depth. I felt the first tightening of my balls and then we were both cummin. I shoved as deeply as possible and just let the cum shoot out of my cock while Louise's pussy was contracting on me and milking me of all my cum. The hands were still rubbing and caressing me and one was holding my balls lightly.

Maria was lying on her side and kissing Louise and playing with her nipples. I sat back on my haunches and moved Louise's legs down off my shoulders. My cock was softening and beginning to slide out of Louise's pussy. Sarah looked at me and reached in and took hold of my cock and drew it all the way out and just looked at it. It was covered with Louise's pussy juices and my cum. I watched Sarah examine it.




Revelation 06 – Tuesday



Karen looked up at me and signaled for me to move off the table. I looked down at Sarah and smiled and reached down and gently took her hands off my cock and sat down and swung my legs over the edge of the table and got up. Sarah stood there uncertain what to do. Karen wasted no time but climbed up on the table and said to Sarah, "Sweetie, I don't suppose you have ever tasted a man's cum, have you?" Sarah looked surprised and shook her head no. "Well, I think it is absolutely delicious, especially when it is still warm in a friend's pussy. Excuse me a minute," and she lowered her head and started to suck my cum out of Louise's pussy. Sarah stood, literally open-mouthed and stared.

I walked up to her and smiled down at her. She looked up at me nervously as if she thought I might attack her right there. I said, "Let's get another glass of wine, I can use one, how about you?" She nodded her head and I gestured for her to go ahead of me over to the table. She kept looking back to where Karen was eating Louise and Louise and Marie were kissing and fondling one another. I poured her a glass and handed it to her.

"Thank you. Ken....I never saw...I mean, I ......" and she just trailed off and sipped her wine.

"This must be one hell of a surprise and shock for you, I understand that. Now you know our deepest and darkest secret. Can we rely on you not to say anything to anybody?"

She was holding her wine glass with both hands. She sipped it and nodded her head. She laughed nervously, "I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them anyway."

I chuckled. I was starting to feel a little better about this but was still nervous that Sarah would have to tell somebody and who knows who that somebody would tell. Oh, well, we can always move in with Kate!

She turned around and looked at me still standing there nude with my cock at half-mast, still slimy and cummy from Louise's pussy. She let her glance move down my body until it came to rest on my cock. For some reason I found that really sexy and George did too, he raised his head a bit more.

She put out one hand toward George and looked up at me as if asking permission. I nodded and smiled and took my cock into her hand and moved her hand up and down. She watched and stroked me as I got fully hard again.

"Have you ever seen a man's cock before?"

"No, not like this."

"Haven't ever touched one either, huh?

"No."

"I'll bet you have never seen anything like what you have seen here today either?"

"No."

"Shocked?"

"Uh, huh."

"Disgusted?"

"No. It's sexy. Somehow it's very sexy."

I chuckled, "Naked men and women are supposed to be sexy."

"Yeh."

We stood there with her fondling me while I sipped my wine. She had turned a little so she could play with me and watch Karen and Maria and Louise. 

"Do you think that what Karen and Maria and Louise is doing is sexy?"

"I guess. Yeh." She looked up at me and grinned. "This is sexy too. Do you like this?"

"Oh, yeh. I like it a lot."

"As much as when you had it in Louise?"

"You bet."

"I felt you when you shot it into Louise. It felt neat. Will you shoot it again?"

"Not right away but if you keep doing that I will. Would you like me to 'shoot'?"

"Yeah, I want to see it when you shoot. Can I?"

"Okay, sure. But why don't we wait a little while. A man can't cum like a woman can. He needs time between cums."

"How long?"

"Depends on the man. I need about 15 minutes but each time I cum it takes longer and I can't cum more than 2 or 3 times. It all depends on how sexy the lady is."

"Ken?"

"Uh, huh?

"Am I sexy?"

"Yes, Sarah, you are definitely sexy."

"You are kidding me, right? I mean I don't look like Karen, or Maria or Louise."

"Sexy and desirable is more than just looks, it's something that girls have inside them that makes them attractive to men and," I gestured toward the three girls, "to other women. You have that 'something' inside you if you just let it out."

"How do I do that?"

"Talk with Karen, she can give you all the details and show you how to be 'sexy'."

"But you think I'm sexy, right?"

"I do, I most certainly do."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"I would like to 'make love' to you but not here and not now."

"Why not?"

"Have you ever had sex before?"

"Well, one time I let a boy put his....cock.... in me but I don't think it went in very far before he shot all over me and then he just got up, put on his pants and left me. I haven't ever done it again. Does that count?"

"No, that doesn't count. Your first time should be very romantic and sexy and you should be all alone with the man you make love with and you should have candles and wine and soft music. You should spend time exploring each other and kissing and cuddling and petting and then, and only then, when you are breathing so hard you don't think you can get your breath and you feel a warm glow in the pit of your stomach and you know, really know, that you want to feel him inside you, then and only then should you make love for your first time."

While I was say this she had stopped caressing and exploring my cock and was looking up at me with wide eyes completely engrossed in what I was saying. She looked at me and was silent when I finished. 

"Wow! That was sexy, what you said. Will you make love to me for my first time.....when I'm ready?"

"When your ready, I would be honored to make love to you, no! I would be honored to make love WITH you!"

She sort of shuddered and returned to playing with George.

"Sarah, I don't want to spoil the mood but is there any chance that your Mom or Dad will come looking for you? Do you have to be home at any specific time?"

"No, they went over a friend's house and they took Renea and Jake with them. They won't be home until later tonight. Why?"

"Well, I just didn't want you to get in trouble and I certainly did not want either of them walking in here. Can you imagine the scandal if they found out our secret like you have?" and I laughed.

"She started giggling and it turned into the two of us standing there with her hands on my cock and laughing."

"What is so funny?" Karen had finished bringing Louise to another climax and Maria and Louise were now engaged in a 69 on the table. She had walked up to us unnoticed and had reached out and put a hand on each of our shoulders. She looked at me, then at Sarah and then down at Sarah's hands fondling my cock.

For some reason we found that funny too and started laughing even harder. For Sarah, it was a good release of some to the tension she had built up, for me it was with a sense of relief that all of this might just turn out all right in the end.

Karen stood patiently waiting until I stopped laughing and could get my breath back. "We were just talking about the scandal that would arise if anyone found out about our 'massage' session today and, for some reason, we found it funny."

Sarah looked at Karen and said, "My folks would not only ground me, they would lock me in the basement until I was 60. If the church ladies ever found out about me here today they would be 'scandalized, simply scandalized'", and she mimicked Mrs. Trelow almost exactly. We all started laughing again.

We were all still standing by the wine table and Sarah suddenly realized that she had been holding my cock and fondling it the whole time. She also suddenly realized that Karen was standing there while she was doing it and let me go as if she had just realized that. She pulled her hands back and dropped her head and said, "Karen, I'm sorry....I didn't mean to....I mean, I..." 

"Hush, it is okay. If you want to feel George and even play with him a bit that is okay. Enjoy yourself! I don't mind and I know that Ken likes it. Have fun!"

"George?"

"We have pet code names for each other's 'private parts'. Ken's cock is George and my pussy is Lucy. That way if we are out somewhere and we want to let each other know we feel horny we might say, 'George needs to get home, he needs to see Lucy' or something equally mundane and silly."

This brought on another bout of laughing by the three of us.

Karen looked down and saw that both my cock and Sarah's hands were somewhat grungy with cum and pussy juice. She said, "Why don't you come with me to the ladies room and wash up a little. I need to take a pee and freshen up a bit. Ken, you can use the bathroom downstairs to make George presentable."

The girls walked off laughing and chatting. I went downstairs and cleaned up. When I came back into the den, all of the girls were sitting on the couch and chairs and sipping wine and talking (as always!) and laughing. Sarah seemed perfectly relaxed around two naked women and one naked man. However her eyes kept going from tits to pussies to cock and back again.

"Ken, Sarah has just told us that she thinks she would like to have a massage, isn't that right Sweetie?"

Sarah nodded her head.

"I was just telling her that she would love it. But, I think she has some concerns about what all will be involved and I was just telling her that as the client she has complete control and can direct what she wants to do and not do."

"Karen is 100% correct. The client has complete control at all times. You can have a regular massage, an erotic massage or anything in between. It is solely up to you. Any time you want to have your massage you just let us know and either Karen or I will be more than happy to give one to you, your choice of who."

Maria and Louise were sitting on the couch with arms around each other and, from time to time, stroking a nipple or feeling a pussy or sharing a kiss. Sarah seemed fascinated with the two girls.

"Well, I thought I might like to have a massage now."

"Great."

"Do I need to get undressed in front of everyone? And will everyone be watching?"

"No, Sweetie, go on into the bathroom and take your clothes off and wrap yourself in one of the big towels you will find in the cupboard next to the sink. Then come back out and hop on the table. And no one will be watching except the one who gives you the massage if that's the way you want it."

She nodded and got up and gave me a big grin as she walked past me on the way to the bathroom. As she got to the door she turned around and said, "It's okay if you all want to watch, I think I would like that," and quickly ducked through the door.

"Well, this is going very well don't you think?" Karen said very smugly when Sarah left the room.

"Seems to be Hon, but I still have some concerns deep down inside me."

Louise and Maria took a break and were sitting drinking their wine. "So, what do you want us to do while you are giving Sarah the massage."

"Louise, you and Maria move that table over to the side of the room, we only need the one. I want you two to do what you are doing, have fun with each other. If I'm right, and I usually am," she stuck her tongue out at me, "we will all be involved in this massage before it's over. Ken, get the video camera and set it up on the bookshelf and cover the record button. We want this on tape. And, AND, try to act casual when she comes out, DO NOT stare at her or you might just spook her. She will be very self-conscious. Let her relax!"

The girls nodded and moved the table then sat back down and kept sipping their wine. I took the camera and positioned it on the shelf and covered it so that only the lens was visible and then only if you were looking for it. I sighted it in and took the remote and put it on the shelf under the table covered by some towels.

Sarah came hesitatingly out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her. She had washed her face and let her hair down and she looked very sexy, very young and sexy. I had to remind myself that technically she was an adult; she certainly did not look 18. She was still a plain Jane but a sexy plain Jane. When she walked into the room I expected her to be hesitant and shy but for some reason she seemed to be quite self-assured and even jaunty.

Karen patted the table and pulled out the footstool. Sarah climbed up and sat on the edge and looked at Karen. "So, who do you want to give you your first massage, me, Ken or both of us?"

"Both of you?"

"Oh, yeah. A two-handed massage is wonderful. A four-handed massage is absolutely divine!"

"Cool. Well, I guess, both of you."

"Great. Now what type of massage do you want? A standard massage, a complete massage or an erotic massage?"

"What are they again?"

"A standard massage works primarily to relieve tension in all areas of the body except the breasts and pubic areas. At the completion of the massage, while you feel good physically, some people feel that the massage was incomplete."

"A complete massage is just that. It involves the whole body including the private parts and, depending upon the client, may result in masturbation of those parts by the masseuse or masseur and may or may not result in sexual climax by the client."

"An erotic massage is designed to be both a thorough muscle massage resulting in complete relief of all deep muscle tension, aches and pains as well as a thorough sexual massage of the private areas to provide complete release of sexual tension as well." The choice is yours."

She sat there for a moment then looked at me and smiled and at Karen and smiled and said, "Like you did for Maria?" Karen nodded, "Like I did for Maria." She lowered her eyes shyly and said very quietly, "Erotic."

Karen nodded and told Sarah to lie face down on the table and arranged the towel so it covered her from knees to shoulder then went to the head of the table and adjusted the headrest until Sarah was comfortable. She squatted down and looked Sarah in the eyes and said to her, "I will be on one side of the table and Ken on the other. If, at any time, you want us to stop the massage we will either because what are doing hurts you or makes you feel uncomfortable. Also, if you want us to linger on an area that has been bothering you or you just like the way the massage feels on that part of your body, let us know and we will pay special attention to that area. Okay?"

Sarah nodded, smiled, closed her eyes and let herself relax.

Karen remained at the head of the table and before putting any crème on her hands began to deftly massage Sarah's head and skull. Where did she learn that? I put some crème on my hands and began to work on her neck and shoulders. At our touch Sarah sighed and started taking deep, relaxing breaths. In a moment she murmured, "Oh, wow, that feels real good."

When it came time to do her back, I folded the towel back until it was covering her from the knees up to the top of her buttocks. As we continued with the massage Karen and I switched off, I took the upper back and Karen worked on her left arm and hand, then Karen massaged her lower back and lumbar region and I massaged her right arm and hand. Throughout the massage, Sarah was breathing deeply and starting to moan.

While Karen was still massaging her lower back and sides, I went down to the end of the table and started to work on her right foot and ankle. When Karen finished with the lower back she came down to the end of the table and removed her smock. Now we were all naked. She took the left foot and ankle. I walked over to the side of the table and folded the towel up onto her buttocks. I was careful to let her have the illusion that she was still covered. The towel is a comforting illusion for many women when getting their first massage. It gives them the sense that they are fully covered when, in reality they are just as exposed as if they were completely naked.

Together, in synchronization we worked on her calves. We each had her legs bent at the knee and her legs resting on our shoulders while we worked the calves. Sarah was openly moaning and muttering, "Oh, that feels so good." We used the massage of the calves as to help spread Sarah's legs a bit more.

Her pussy was quite open to us and we noticed that she did not shave. She was an 'outtie'. Karen looked at me and licked her lips and smiled. I put one hand down and stroked my cock a few times and grinned back. Karen nodded her head.

We moved to the side of the table and started working on her thighs. I looked over at Karen and motioned for her to lean over the table. I leaned forward and whispered, "Let's not play with her pussy yet, let's wait until we have her turn over. Just give her some light brushes over it but just very lightly." We concentrated on doing a first class job on the thighs. Sarah was really into the massage at this point. We could tell that from all the 'oh's' and 'uuuh's' and 'ahh's' she was muttering.

From time to time either Karen or I would move the towel a bit higher on her buttocks until she was completely exposed to us. Her legs were fairly wide spread and her pussy glistened with her juices as she became more sexually excited.

We continued to massage her thighs and occasionally either Karen or I would move our hands high up on the inside of the thigh and just lightly brush across her pussy lips without lingering. When we did this Sarah would jump a little and moan. After spending quite a bit more time than we normally would on the thighs, we started on the buttocks. I started first and simply folded the towel over onto Sarah's left buttock and began to work the large muscles. Karen took the towel and removed it completely. Sarah felt the towel being removed and squirmed a little and moaned again. Karen began working the other buttock.

I used the heels of my hands to work the large muscles from the outside of the buttock into the middle gradually lessening the pressure until when I got to the juncture of the buttocks (the ass crack) I was using almost completely fingertip pressure. I would then let my fingertips rest on the juncture and draw both hands down letting my fingertips brush lightly across her asshole and pussy lips. When I first did this Sarah almost jumped off the table and moaned loudly. I'll bet that not even she had ever really played with her asshole before; it was probably a completely new experience.

Karen saw what I was doing and copied me so that one or the other of us was brushing across her asshole and pussy lips on virtually every stroke. She was wiggling on the table and slightly raising her hips up to us and moaning. I noticed that she was clenching and unclenching her hands. All in all, I would say that she was ready for phase II.

All this time that we were massaging Sarah, Maria and Louise had moved over to bar stools close by the table so that they could watch. They were sitting side by side with Louise's right leg draped over Maria's and both of them had their legs wide open. Each was playing with the other's pussy and swapping kisses. What I didn't know at the time was that Sarah had her head turned in their direction but she had her eyes closed, or so we thought. Actually, she told me later, she had been watching the two girls the whole time; her eyes hadn't been closed completely. She thought it was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. 

Karen stepped away from the table and went over and poured three glasses of wine. I lightly slapped Sarah on the ass and said, "Okay, time to turn over," and when she started to get up handed her the towel to cover herself with. She took the towel and smiled at me and then very deliberately let it drop back on the floor.

Not knowing that they had been watched the whole time they were playing with each other Louise and Maria stopped fucking around when they heard me tell Sarah to turn over. When Sarah opened her eyes the girls were just getting a glass of wine and standing and talking by the table. Karen walked back over to us with the glasses of wine and gave each of us one. She stepped back and appraisingly ran her eyes over Sarah and said, "Sarah, you are lovely. Absolutely lovely and very, very sexy!" and smiled a big wide smile. Sarah blushed and lowered her eyes. "Ken, what do you think? Isn't she sexy?"




Revelation 06 – Tuesday



Since I was standing slightly to the side but still in plain view and naked, it was quite obvious what I thought. I simply let my eyes go down to my cock and Sarah burst out laughing. She was really enjoying herself now. Like Chris, had we created another sex monster? Goody, goody!

I kept the smile on my face and looking at Sarah's eyes said, "I think that you are very beautiful, very sexy and I like looking at you."

She blushed some more and said, "Thank you. Thank all of you," and she included Maria and Louise in the look she gave us. "I think that all of you are beautiful and sexy too and I'm glad I came over to play Atari today!" and she burst out laughing which soon had us laughing too.

Now Sarah had already had a glass or two of wine and she was wasting no time in downing this one. Perhaps more Dutch courage. If you looked closely at her eyes you could tell that the wine was getting to her, at least lowering her natural inhibitions. If we didn't get on with the massage she might just fall asleep on us and where would we be then trying to explain to Frank and Helen how we had made her daughter drunk and then taken advantage of her.

To lighten the mood, I said, "Okay gang, time's a-wastin'," and reached out and took her glass before she could drink any more and nodded and put them on the table. Louise and Maria got back up on their chairs and Karen drained her glass. We helped Sarah lie down and get comfortable. When she was settled she just spread her legs as far as they would go, looked up at me smiled and closed her eyes.

I walked around to the head of the table and began working on Sarah's face and throat, particularly around the area of the jaw. While I was paying a lot of time to these areas, Karen was working on Sarah's upper chest just short of her breasts, her sides and her arms and hands. She avoided touching Sarah's breasts at all leaving them for me. 

With crème on my hands I slowly reached down and laid my hands very gently on Sarah's breasts. She took a very deep breath and let out a long sigh. Sarah had larger breasts than I would have expected, about 36B and very pretty. Even lying down they stood up jauntily just begging to be played with and sucked. I made the massage of her breasts as much teasing as massaging. I had fun playing with them to see just how hot I could get Sarah and how hard I could get her nipples.

Karen was working on Sarah's lower abdomen and letting her hands slide down occasionally just to the top of her vagina then she would pull back. The action of my hands on Sarah's tits and nipples and Karen's teasing was having a marked effect on Sarah, you could see it in the way her stomach and chest was rising and falling with her breathing. Of course, her moaning and the way she was letting her hand start to move up my leg toward my cock kind of gave it away too.

I nodded to Louise and Maria and with my head motioned for them to come over to the table. They grinned because they knew what I wanted. Maria stayed over on Karen's side and Louise came around to mine and I nodded to Sarah's breasts and removed my hands which were immediately replaced with Maria's and Louise's. For a second it didn't register with Sarah that there were more hands than there should have been but when it did her eyes flew open to see Maria and Louise standing there and playing with her tits and nipples and she smiled the most delightful smile and sighed very heavily and closed her eyes.

I moved down to the foot of the table and picked up her left foot and began to massage it. Karen had finished with the stomach area and also moved down to take the other foot and we worked in synchronization again.

Sarah was having a first class erotic massage. This girl would have something to remember for a long time. I noticed that Sarah had begun to run her left hand up and down Louise's leg and leaned over and saw that she was probably also doing the same thing to Maria. 

Karen and I started on her calves and when I stroked behind her knee I felt the same reaction that I get from Karen, she was especially sensitive there so I lingered a bit. When I looked over I saw that Sarah was trying to bring her hand to the front of Louise's leg and that Louise was going to make it easy for Sarah by moving down the table a bit and back from the table just enough that Sarah could touch her pussy. Maria saw what Louise had done and also did the same. If she wanted to Sarah could now play with two pussies.

As we finished the deep muscle massage of Sarah's thighs Karen and I took turns brushing over Sarah's pussy. She was moaning and making little sounds in her throat. She also had both her hands on the girls' pussies. Maria picked up the towel and used it to wipe off most of the massage crème from Sarah's tits and nipples. With the crème mostly removed the two girls leaned down and began licking and sucking on them.

Louise suddenly pulled up and lifted up on her toes. I looked over and saw that Sarah was trying to get her finger inside Louise's pussy. She succeeded and Louise gave me a big grin and went back to sucking on Sarah's nipples with renewed vigor. Maria had been watching. She pulled up, reached down and with one hand grasped Sarah's wrist. With the other hand she spread her pussy lips and then guided Sarah's finger into her and then she too went back to sucking and licking her nipples.

Karen looked at me and said, "I wonder if she will eat pussy? When we get her real hot and I'm going to find out."

I grinned at Karen, always thinking of a pussy, her's or somebody else's!

I put my hands under each of Sarah's knees and drew them up until she had her feet flat on the table. I then pushed gently on her knees until she spread them as wide as she could. Then I leaned in and spread her pussy lips with my fingers and began to blow gently on her exposed pussy. She was moaning loudly at this point and saying, "oh, oh, oh my, oh." Another original thinker!

Karen moved around the table and looked down at Maria being finger fucked by Sarah. She smiled and ran her hand down Maria's back, across her ass until her fingers touched Sarah's and with Sarah's finger still inside Maria, Karen inserted one of her own and the two of them finger fucked Maria. Maria and Sarah were both moaning and Maria was wiggling her ass.

I stopped blowing on Sarah's pussy and started to play with her clit. It was the biggest damned clit I had ever seen. Karen's is big, Sarah's very big! About an inch to an inch and a half long and as round as a No. 2 pencil. It almost looked like a very small cock. And it was hard! When I began to twirl it between my thumb and forefinger she almost jumped off the table and cried, "oh shit, oh shit, damn, damn, damn." I would venture a guess that it was super sensitive. I was going to like fucking this girl!

Not wanting Sarah to come to a climax too soon, I stopped playing with the clit and instead put a finger at the entrance to her pussy and slowly began to insert my finger. Sarah moaned and raised her hips to the feel of my finger entering her pussy. She was really tight, even for just one finger. This girl could still be a virgin and if she was the hymen might still be intact. I had to go slowly because I was not going to break this girl's hymen today. I would later, but not today!

Karen removed her finger from Maria, much to Maria's dismay and moved to the other side of the table to see the same basic situation with Louise. Louise was using both her hands to play with Sarah's nipple and breast while Sarah was nicely finger-fucking Louise. Karen walked up to Louise and leaned in for a kiss and at the same time, played with Louise's tits and nipples. Breaking the kiss Karen said, "Anything I can do to help?"

"Yeah, the same as you did for Maria, that looked hot!"

"Glad to oblige. Karen knelt down and leaned in and licked up and down Louise's pussy. Sarah felt Karen's tongue on Louise's pussy and pulled her fingers out of Louise and held them out for Karen to lick. After cleaning off Sarah's fingers, she took Sarah's finger and reinserted it into Louise along with one of her own. Together they finger fucked her. Louise thought that felt nice and made a decision to do that more often.

I had my finger in Sarah almost all the way and hadn't encountered a hymen. Good, I really didn't want to have to break it. Now, when I did fuck her, I could concentrate on giving her pleasure and not pain. With my finger in all the way I slowly began to finger her. Sarah was moaning and wiggling her ass and I guess she was almost on overload.

I looked up and could not see Karen. Then she stood up and I whispered, "Karen." She turned to look at me smiling and I nodded at Sarah. "It's close to time." She nodded and walked up to the head of the table. She put both hands on either side of Sarah's face and leaned down and lightly brushed her lips across Sarah's. Sarah's eyes flew open and she saw Karen looking down at her from just a few inches away. She smiled at Karen and raised her head up for Karen to kiss her again. Karen smiled and leaned down and sensuously licked Sarah's lips. Sarah opened her mouth and used her tongue to lick Karen's. Then they pressed their lips together and Sarah was involved in her first serious girl-girl kiss and her blood was almost boiling.

The kiss continued for a very long time and Sarah was being drawn deeper and deeper into a sexual whirlpool that threatened to overwhelm her. She was panting and moaning and moving her head. She was so ready! Karen pulled back from the kiss and said to her. "I'm going to help you cum. Want me to help you cum? I will make you feel so good, I promise."

"Oh, God, yes I want to cum so badly, please!"

"Okay Sweetie."

Karen moved to the side of the table and using the stool climbed up and knelt alongside Sarah. Sarah raised her head to see what Karen was doing and had a questioning look on her face. Karen leaned down toward Sarah's pussy and began to stroke her clit and rub her pussy opening. Sarah sighed and laid her head back down and closed her eyes. Karen leaned down a bit more and ran her tongue from the top of her pussy down to her opening and lightly inserted just the tip of her tongue. Sarah raised her hips in response.

Carefully, without taking her mouth from Sarah's pussy, Karen swung her leg over Sarah and knelt over her. She kept licking on her clit and inserted a finger into her as she started moving her knees backward toward the end of the table. Sarah was so engrossed in what Karen was doing to her pussy that she didn't notice that Karen's pussy was almost directly over her face. At least not until she felt something brush her nose and when she opened her eyes saw a pussy up close and personal, closer than she had ever seen a pussy before. For a moment she felt trapped and almost had a feeling of panic but then Karen had her mouth on Sarah's clit and was sucking on it while fucking her pussy with one finger while another was rubbing her asshole. The sexual feeling was so strong that Sarah just stuck out her tongue and tasted her first pussy! Humm, not bad. She liked it!

Ken stepped away from the table when Karen had started to play with Sarah's pussy. He was standing and sipping on some wine, watching Karen seduce Sarah. He never failed to appreciate Karen's ability to get her way sexually. She was unbelievable and he was so glad that she was his and he was hers. He stood there watching the four girls playing with each other and eating each other and in combinations and positions he could not have thought of ahead of time. They just had to happen. Sexual serendipity.

As Ken was giving thought to going over and putting his cock in Maria's ass she lurched forward, straightened up and yelled, "I'm cummin, I'm cummin, oh, fuck, I'm cummin." For a moment she stood all tensed up and then slowly slumped down onto the floor and leaned against the table. Ken thought 'oh, well', put down his glass and walked over leaned down and picked her up and carried her over to the couch. He laid her down and smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her. Maria loves to kiss. It is one of her most favorite things in the world. She is a marathon kisser. When Ken kissed her she wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself to a semi-reclining position and began to kiss him back with intensity and a dedication that Ken had experienced many times in the past. Ken reached down and picked her up again and turning around sat down on the couch and put Maria on his lap, all without breaking the kiss. Maria rose up, reached down and took his cock and put it between her legs so that it rubbed along her pussy and while they kissed she moved her hips a little up and down, up and down rubbing her pussy on his cock. 

Louise wanted to cum again too but Sarah was so involved in being eaten and eating in return that she had pretty much stopped playing with Louise. Louise pulled back off Sarah's hand and walked over to the wine table and poured herself a glass. She sat down in a chair across from where Ken and Maria were playing on the couch and sat back, sipped her wine and played with her pussy. She thought, 'well this wasn't exactly what I was expecting today but how many times are you witness to a young girl's cummin out party, so to speak. I have to give Sarah credit. She has more balls than I do to be doing this for the first time in front of an audience. Go girl, maybe you and I can get together sometime in the future'!

Karen loved Sarah's clit and was paying it a great deal of attention. It was so easy to suck on she was having a good old time. She was also a bit surprised and very pleased with the attention that Sarah was paying to her pussy. This girl is a natural. I am going to be able to make her into an A1 pussy eater. I wonder what Mom and Josie will think of Sarah?

Sarah was amazed at how much she enjoyed licking and sucking on Karen's pussy. It was unlike everything she thought that eating a pussy would be like or that she heard about from 'the girls'. What did they know? Not much! Now she wished she had let Becky eat her last summer. Maybe it's not too late for that? Guess I'll have to give her a call tomorrow. The taste of pussy isn't sour like some girls say it is. It isn't sweet, but not exactly sour either. Actually, it's kind of nice. I like it. It is so sexy! And it's soft; pussy is the softest thing she ever remembered having in her mouth. She liked that. The only thing hard was Karen's clit, wow was that hard. A little cock! She could practice sucking cock by sucking on Karen's clit. She giggled. Oh, god, I think I'm gonna cum. Yes, I can feel it, I'm gonna cum. Oh, shit! She's putting her finger in my ass and it feels good. I can't believe it I'm gonna cum with Karen eating my pussy and fucking my asshole with her finger. Shit, shit, shit, ohhhhhhh.

When Karen put her finger in Sarah's ass almost immediately she felt a small contraction and knew that Sarah was going to cum. Karen wasn't ready to cum yet but Sarah was and Karen wanted Sarah to have a climax like she never had before so she increased her attention to all of Sarah's pussy, especially her clit. She also hooked her finger and turned her hand upward probing for Sarah's G-spot. If she could find that, Sarah would have a climax like she would not believe.

Sarah was panting, her whole body was shaking, she could feel small contractions. Deep inside her she felt the beginning of something that she could not describe. Then something happened in her pussy and a huge contraction seized her. A sense of pleasure that she had never before felt washed down from her uterus to her pussy. Over and over it happened, a contraction and pleasure, a contraction and pleasure. She felt like she might pass out. Her body was arched and she was crying out and moaning and still it continued. How many times she didn't know but slowly the contractions began to slow down and lessen in intensity and a warm glow replaced the feelings of extreme pleasure. She was panting for breath but her body was no longer arched and she felt warm all over and sensitive, oh so sensitive.

Karen literally could not move her finger in Sarah's ass and could barely move the one in her pussy. The contractions were very intense and the way that Sarah reacted indicated that she had one hellofuva climax. Karen could almost feel the heat radiating from Sarah's body where they touched. She rode the climax out and when Sarah's body relaxed and she slumped back onto the table top, Karen slowly began to withdraw both fingers and leaned her head down and just slowly licked up and down Sarah's pussy avoiding her clit. When Sarah seemed to be over the climax, Karen swung her leg over Sarah and moved around to the side of the table. She reached down and caressed her face and when Sarah opened her eyes Karen leaned down and kissed her gently but Sarah reached up both her arms and locked them behind Karen's head and pulled her to her and kissed her with a passion that surprised Karen.

The kiss was extremely passionate and it went on for a long time until finally Sarah broke the kiss but without letting Karen go. With droopy eyes and a smile she looked at Karen and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" That was the most wonderful feeling I have ever had. Thank you!"

"You are welcome. So, you liked your first erotic massage then?"

Sarah started giggling and could not stop, the giggling turned into hiccups and still she giggled. Tears were running out of her eyes and she giggled. Karen was becoming a little concerned that maybe Sarah had gone off her nut a bit. But eventually she got the giggling and hiccups under control and wiped the tears from her face. "Help me up, please."

Karen helped Sarah to sit up and the two of them sat side by side with their arms around each other. Looking over at the couch they saw Maria and Ken kissing and Maria moving slightly and across from them sat Louise with her legs spread playing with her pussy.

"This is so amazing. I just can't believe this, my mind is blown." 

"Most people don't or won't do something like this. You have been thrown, cold turkey into a very free life style and I would say you have come out it very well. Can you handle what we've done? Will this cause you problems? You know more about us than almost anyone and you can't ever, ever, ever, say anything about this to anyone for any reason. Do you understand?"

"I understand. And I promise. Karen?"

"What Sweetie?"

"Will I see you and Ken again or is this the only time?"

"If you want to, sure. We would like that."

She smiled a big smile and nodded her head. "When?"

"What, you want more right now?"

"No, silly, not right now. Maybe in an hour or so, but not right now!" and she nudged Karen with her elbow.

"Okay, an hour it is," and Karen nudged her back. They both laughed.

"Maybe I should wait a day or two, huh?"

"Yeah. Look Sweetie, I'm gonna go over and see if Louise will help me, I still need to cum, okay?"

"I'll help you!"

"Thanks, but you have already had a busy day. Besides, I want Louise to do something for me that you don't know how to do so why don't you just watch and you can 'help' me another time, okay?"

She nodded her head. Karen took her hand and led her over to the area where Ken and Maria were still kissing and Louise was still playing with herself. She sat Sarah down in a chair with a glass of wine and left the room. When she returned she was holding something that Sarah did not immediately recognize. She walked up to Louise and showed it to her. Louise laughed and got up and took it from Karen and began to belt it on. Then Sarah saw what it was, it was a strap-on dildo but it had two dildos on one side and one on the other side. She watched with interest as Louise spread her legs and inserted the one dildo into her pussy and then strapped the device on around her waist and between her legs. Karen helped her adjust it then she got down on her hands and knees and Louise knelt behind her. She reached down and placed one of the dildos at Karen's pussy and the other at her asshole and slowly moved her hips forward. She was fucking Karen in both holes at one time and also fucking herself. Amazing device! She wondered how it would feel to be fucked in both holes at the same time?




Revelation 06 – Tuesday



Sarah sat back in her chair and sipped her wine. This was absolutely fucking unbelievable. She looked over and Maria and Ken had finally finished kissing and Maria was getting up off Ken's lap. She watched as Maria knelt down and took Ken's cock in her hand and then bent her head down and began to suck on him. She had never seen anyone give or get a blowjob. A couple of the guys she dated wanted her to give them one but she wouldn't and they never called again. Some of her friends give blowjobs and say how cool it is because they feel like they are in charge of the guys when they have their dicks in the hands and mouths. Some say they like it when the guys cum in their mouths, some won't let guys cum in their mouths and some let them cum in their mouths but spit it out. Seems like all the girls give blowjobs. Maybe it's time she learned how to do that.

She walked over to the couch and sat down next to Ken. He opened his eyes and smiled at her. She leaned in and offered her mouth for a kiss and he met her mouth with his and they kissed and she felt the beginning of desire again. When they broke the kiss she watched Maria very carefully and also watched Ken to see what he liked best. She slid down off the couch and knelt next to Maria. Maria, feeling her next to her, lifted her head off of Ken's cock and smiled at her. "Want to share? He tastes yummy when he cums." Sarah wanted to share but she wasn't all that sure about the cummin part.

Ken sat there with Maria and Sarah sharing his cock watching Louise fucking his wife's ass and pussy and wondering how they always managed to end up in these 'fucking' situations. Maria was a better than average cock sucker but not up to the caliber of a Louise. Sarah had some real potential though. He doubted that she had sucked many guys before; as a matter of fact he doubted she had ever sucked a guy before but she definitely had potential.

Sarah was beginning to like sucking on a cock. It was really neat and she did feel like she had control. This is pretty cool. Only problem was did she want to let him cum in her mouth? Well, she would never know how it felt and what it tasted like otherwise. Besides, Karen seemed to like it enough to suck it out of her friend's pussy. Oh, that was really kinky, really nasty maybe she would try that sometime. Well, first, she had to see if she liked it out of the cock.

Ken felt the first stirring of an impending orgasm. He looked down at Maria and Sarah. "Girls, I'm gonna cum soon." Maria looked up at Ken and then over at Sarah. Sarah looked at Maria and nodded. Maria moved slightly over to the side to allow Sarah to get directly in front of Ken. Sarah looked up at Ken and, while looking directly at him, proceeded to suck on him in earnest. While she was sucking on Ken Maria moved around behind her and reached in and began playing with her breast and nipples. Sarah was working hard to get Ken to cum and Ken was working hard to cum when he felt the first shot moving up his cock and directly into Sarah's mouth.

Sarah felt the first shot hit the back of her throat and before she had time to swallow the second hit. There was a short pause and she swallowed then the third, fourth and fifth shots hit one after another. There was an awful lot of cum to swallow but she did the best she could. Some she couldn't swallow fast enough and it leaked out around Ken's cock. When Ken had finished cummin, after the 10th or 11th shot, Sarah had lost count, she felt as though she had swallowed at least a quart of cum and she still had a mouthful. On an impulse she looked up at Ken who was watching her with a very pleased look on his face and relaxed her lips letting the cum she had in her mouth to dribble out slowly down along his cock. She felt very sluttish and decided that she could definitely do this again. She agreed with some of her girl friends, sucking cock and swallowing cum was cool!

Ken was impressed. Sarah was definitely going to be one of his favorite cocksuckers. Why, he would give her all the extra time to practice that she needed and that final touch, letting his cum leak down along his cock was so fucking sexy that he wouldn't mind seeing that again very soon.

Maria had watched too and when Ken's cock finally slipped out of Sarah's mouth, she reached up with her left hand and turned Sarah's head to the side and brought her mouth onto Sarah's and kissed her with all that passion that only Mariah could bring to a kiss. The two girls swapped Ken's cum back and forth and explored each other's mouth extensively. Ken sat and watched Maria and Sarah swap spit and cum, his wife being fucked by Louise and wondered what the hell else could happen today.

Karen raised her head and literally screamed. She was cummin. With the dildo in her ass and in her pussy she could imagine that they were two cocks and while fantasizing these cocks she felt her climax start and sweep through her. She had not had any sexual release this day and when it hit, it hit hard. She felt as though she was not going to be able to endure the extreme pleasure she felt. She felt wave after wave and the vibrators in the dildos kept the waves at almost the same intensity throughout the climax. Finally, they stopped and while she enjoyed the sensations coming from the dildos, the pleasure was minimal. She could breath again. She sagged forward onto the floor and the dildos popped out of her.

With Karen lying there on the floor, her legs spread wide, Louise could see two gaping holes where the dildos had been. She sat down and then lay on her back. The dildo that she had in her was buzzing and the vibrations were having their effect on her. She grasped the dildo that had just been in Karen and used it as a handle to fuck herself with the dildo that was in her. She reached down with her other hand and slid her finger in her ass and buggered herself at the same time. Then she came too. This climax was satisfying but not as intense as the one she had when Ken had fucked her after her massage. Still, as she always said, a climax is a climax; some are just better than others.

Ken, Karen and Louise were finished. Maria and Sarah looked like they were just getting started. Maria had found someone who liked kissing as much as she did, a soul sister. These two were probably going to be very good friends. But even the nicest things must come to a close. Ken looked over at the clock and said, "Jesus Christ it's 6:15. We have been at this for over 4 hours. No fucking wonder I feel tired, and hungry and thirsty. I gotta stop hanging around with you people, your making me feel old before my time!"

Suddenly everyone was laughing, a rip roaring, knee slapping laughter that marked the ending of a very satisfying day for all involved.

When the laughter subsided they all began to collect themselves and shortly all were sitting down on the chairs or on the couch. They were looking at each other and smiling and then they were all looking at Sarah. She suddenly found herself the center of attention and felt a little uncomfortable but everyone was smiling at her. 

"Well, this has been an interesting and....satisfying day, wouldn't you say?" Karen looked at Sarah. "Sarah, we are very glad you happened to stop by and want you to know that we all thank you for a very nice afternoon. Are you okay with what happened here today?"

Sarah sat there for a moment and everyone could see that she was carefully thinking about what she was going to say. She smiled and nodded her head and looked around the room. "I'm fine. I never in my life thought that I would do some of the things I have done here, things I have only heard about. But I feel great! When I saw you from the doorway my first impulse was to run away as fast as I could but I was rooted to the spot. I watched for almost the whole time you were massaging Maria and Louise. When I saw Louise playing with Ken's cock under his shorts I knew I wanted to see everything. I'd no idea that people really had orgies or such and I wanted to see that. Then, when Karen saw me it was too late but instead of being mad at me for watching she smiled at me and invited me in to watch. When I walked into the room I think I had made up my mind to stay and be part of whatever was going to happen. So, thank you for including me, thank you for giving me a new perspective. Thank you for giving me the nicest orgasm I have ever had." She laughed and we all laughed with her.

Louise looked over at Maria. "Well, as nice and unusual as this day had been, we have got to be going. As it is I will have to make up some excuse for coming home so late. So, bye bye boys and girls, it has really been fun and thank you for having such a nice surprise for us old ladies." She looked at Sarah and got up, walked over and leaned down and kissed Sarah. Sarah stood up and pulled Louise against her and kissed her back. When she was done Louise said, "Wow, nice kiss. Maria, here is someone after your own heart."

We all got up and with hugs and kisses and a pet and stroke or two began to get dressed. The girls were again chit chatting and talking and giggling as they did when they came in but this time Sarah was included. I shrugged and began to straighten up the room. I took down the portable table and rearranged the furniture as it was originally. Karen said something to Sarah and she left the room. We walked Maria and Louise to the front door and said goodbye and arranged to set up another time for a get together in a week or two. When we came back in the door I asked Karen where Sarah had gone. She said that she sent her downstairs to play Atari games so she could honestly tell her mother and father that she had brought in the mail and played video games if they asked.

My wife is devilishly devious.

I suddenly remembered the video camera and retrieved it and turned it off. I hoped that there was enough storage on the disc to have gotten everything. I had completely forgotten about the remote. We cleaned up and when everything was in place I carried out the portable table and the camera and put them in the car. Karen called Sarah who came upstairs. She went over and looked out the window. Her father's car was still not in the driveway. She wanted to be home before they got back.

She walked up to Karen and put her arms around her waist and said, "Thank you, Karen." She leaned in for a kiss and Karen kissed her gently and lovingly. She walked over to me and took my arms and put them around her waist and pushed her hips up against mine and ground into me a bit. "You made me a promise and I intend to keep you to it. As soon as Karen will let you." She smiled and leaned in for me to kiss her and I did. "Well, it's has certainly been fun. TTFN! " and she turned and left.

"What promise did you make her, hummmm?"

"I told her that if she wanted I would be her first, that is if you don't mind."

Karen laughed, "No, Babe, I don't mind."

"Oh, remind me when we get back to your Mom's, I promised to call Carmina today."

"Right, we certainly don't want to forget that! Be sure to set up something so we can get together. She is so cute it makes my tongue tingle." Karen began to laugh.

"Your tongue always tingles. How long do you think we should wait before getting together with Sarah?"

We double-checked everything. Made sure the windows were closed and locked and got in the car and realized that we were starved. We decided on stopping for a pizza and left to get something to eat and then go back to Kate's. I think that we will both sleep well tonight.



Revelation 07 – Wednesday



Dear Readers,

Please note that the underlying theme of this series is adult incest. While each chapter varies as to the category of sex scenes contained, this series will continue to be reflected in the INCEST category.

chiefx39

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Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday 

Revelation: 2 – Friday

Revelation: 3 – Saturday

Revelation: 4 – Sunday

Revelation: 5 – Monday 

Revelation: 6 – Tuesday

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"I missed you yesterday. Did you and Karen have fun?" Mom and I were standing on the deck with our arms around each other and sipping coffee.

"Well, it was certainly an interesting day."

"I'll bet. You two seem to have nothing but interesting days," she chuckled.

"Well, yeah, but this one was a little MORE interesting."

"Really, how so?" We sat down at the table facing each other with Mom waiting for the details.

"Do you remember Sarah, Frank and Helen's oldest daughter, the one that spends a lot of time at our house playing video games and talking with Karen?"

"Yeah."

"Well she saw Karen and me giving Maria and Louise massages."

"Oh, really?" as she took a sip of her coffee.

"Yeah, and not only that, she saw us from inside the house. Actually, she was standing watching from the kitchen doorway."

"Oh, damn! How did she get in....oh, that's right, she has the key. No one saw her standing there? How much and what did she see?"

"She saw enough. Not any overt sex but enough that she could start a lot of rumors and gossip. The only ones naked were Maria and Louise lying face down on the massage tables Karen and I were still dressed."

Kate walked through the door onto the deck carrying a tray with the coffee pot, cream and sugar and her coffee cup.

"Morning all. Getting an early start I see. Seems funny for all of us to be sitting out here dressed." She sat down. "I guess Karen told you that the cleaning crew comes in this morning. By the way, where is my little girl?" She refilled our cups then filled hers.

"When she woke me up she said something about going to Stiles and that the cleaners were coming and I needed to be dressed." I took another sip of coffee. "No sticky buns?"

"You don't need them. Hush." 

Kate asked, "Why would she be going to Stiles? Did she say anything to you about going to Stiles, Josie? No? Stiles doesn't open until 10:00, what time did she leave?"

Turning to Kate Mom said, "Ken was telling me that they had a visitor yesterday. The young daughter of a neighbor was inside the house and saw them."

"Oh, no kidding?"

"She is not 'young' young. She's 18, thank God!"

"She looks a lot younger than that."

"Not when she's naked!"

"Oh, no. You two didn't get her involved did you? Please tell me that you didn't recruit another person into your sordid lifestyle! Is she cute?" Mom smacked Kate on the arm.

"Yeh, she's cute. Not a raving beauty but cute. We like her."

Kate smiled and took another sip of coffee, leaned back and said, "So, tell us what happened. Exactly how much did you 'like her'?"

I spent the next half-hour or so telling them all about yesterday and Sarah's involvement.

"Karen is something else. She never misses a chance does she?" Mom looked at Kate shaking her head. "Like mother, like daughter. Always horny!"

Kate laughed and retorted, "You should talk! Your son has promised to become the girl's 'first'. Maybe we should rent him out as a gigolo after all he is acquiring quite a harem. Let's see, The Stud Who Deflowers Young Virgins. We could put that on his business card."

I replied, "Well, it's catchy but I don't see any real profit in it, after all, there is no repeat business." That brought a chuckle. 

"Well, let us just hope that Sarah has enough sense to keep quiet. Do you think she will?" 

"I think so, I hope so, only time will tell."

"New subject, your aunt Jill arrives tomorrow and since you and Karen are staying the rest of the week we have to decide where she'll be sleeping. How about you and Karen moving into the suite in the pool house? You would have more privacy there and we could let Jill have your suite. In actuality the pool house suite is nicer than the one you're in now but I don't want to put Jill there because she might feel as if we were...I don't know, avoiding her, or whatever and right now she really needs our support."

"No problem. It's fine with me and I know Karen won't mind either. When she gets back we can move our stuff and the cleaning crew can give the suite a good cleaning."

"Good, that's settled. Thank you. Now, how about some breakfast? Anybody hungry?

"How about I cook breakfast for my two favorite ladies? Whatever you would like."

"Whatever?"

Mom shook her head, "No Kate, not 'whatever', just breakfast, a regular breakfast."

"Well, looks like that is the best offer I'll get this morning, so I accept."

About the time we came through the patio doors Karen came in the lounge from the front. The first thing I noticed was her hair which was much shorter and now had these blond streaks in it.

"Hey, Babe, what did you do to your hair?"

"Like it? I decided to try it shorter and I had it highlighted."

"I like it. Looks nice but I thought you said you were going shopping?

"Shopping?"

"Yeah, you said you were going to Stiles."

"No, Dufus, what I said was I was going to the 'sylist'. Shaking her head she looked at Mom and Kate, "If you ever need to leave a message with him when he first wakes up you had better write it down and leave it on the mirror in the bathroom otherwise God only knows what he will think he heard."

Mom and Kate commented on Karen's new hairdo while I was getting breakfast ready. With the omelets ready I put the food on the table and sat down and we began to eat. 

Karen put her hand on my arm, "Oh, by the way Ken, Frieda said to say hi and she sends her love!"

For a second or two it didn't register that she was talking to me and when it did register I intelligently responded, "Frieda? Frieda said hi? Where did you see Frieda?"

"Why, she was the one who styled my hair. Your Mom keeps raving about how well Frieda does her hair. And I have to admit she did a really nice job. I may just start going to Frieda on a regular basis."

Mom and Kate looked at each other with grins. Me, I was confused and I had a feeling I was not sure I liked this at all. I had avoided Frieda successfully for years, why was Karen starting something up again? 

While I was trying to figure out why Karen would now start going to Frieda instead of her regular stylist, the doorbell sounded and Kate went to answer it. When she came back she had three people with her, a woman in her 40's, a girl in her late teens or early 20's and another girl in her mid-teens. "Ken, Karen this is Barbara, Ann and Kali. Ladies this is my daughter Karen and her husband Ken. Ken is Josie's son."

We all said hello and Kate offered them coffee which they declined and then she gave her instructions to Barbara and they all left to do their jobs. "Kate, what happened to, what was her name, Chantelle, wasn't she your cleaner?"

"Chantelle decided to retire early and Barbara and her husband bought the cleaning company. Now Barbara runs the company. She has 5 different crews working but she handles my account personally. Ann and Kali are her nieces that work with her during the summer. Actually, I like the job she does better than Chantelle did. Toward the end, Chantelle just wasn't doing that good a job. I might just give Barbara the contract on my lawn and ground services too. You should see her son, hubba hubba!"

She had been so serious and business like until the 'hubba hubba' that the incongruity just broke us up and we were all laughing. When I got my breath back I told Karen about the change in sleeping arrangements and we went upstairs to move our stuff.

We came out of the pool house after moving the last of our things to find Mom and Kate on the deck relaxing in loungers. We walked over and sat down. Kate looked at us and said, "I was telling Josie that it would be nice to have a pool party this weekend to celebrate Jill's coming to visit. Who should we invite?"

Mom said, "Well, that depends on the type of pool party you intend to have. I don't think that Jill is anywhere near ready for one of your 'more exciting' pool parties!"

"No, I was thinking we could invite some close friends and just hang out and let Jill meet some people. If she stays cooped up in this house while she is here it won't do her any good at all. She needs to feel like this is a vacation and not some psycho-babble session."

Mom smacked Kate on the arm. "I'll psycho-babble you! She needs to talk out whatever is bothering her and that is not psycho-babble." Mom can be very protective of her field of study.

"True, she does need to talk it out and she can do that but she also needs to free up a little, to relax and put her problems on the back burner for a little too."

"If I leave it up to you you would have her going to Carter's beach and getting laid this weekend." Carter's is the local nudist camp with a private beach that we sometime visit. Carter's has a regular clientele that spends anywhere from one week to the whole summer at the camp. Carter's also has several cabins that are reserved for the last-minute one-day, two-day and long weekend campers who show up without reservations. These cabins are known as the 'love cabins' for people who show up and make a connection and need a place to have a little fun away from the wife or hubby or kids.

Kate replied, "Actually, I think a trip to Carter's might be good for all of us, including Jill. But, I doubt that will happen. So, let's have a pool party here and invite those people that Jill would feel comfortable around. I think the first party should be just girls. We'll just hang out, talk, have some wine, some good food and let her relax." Kate looked at me, "You, you can go hang out with the boys or go play golf or something like that. Sorry, baby but this party is just for us girls....this time!"

"Fine, I don't mind, I know when I'm not wanted." I tried to look insulted, rejected and despondent all at one time.

The three of them just looked at me and shook their heads. I don't think I carried it off very well.

For a few minutes they just sat there thinking about whom they would invite. Mom said, "I agree. If we had couples then Jill would feel like a fifth wheel. If it is all girls then Jill would be more relaxed. Okay, so who should we invite?"

Mom, Karen and Kate were going over names of people that they might invite. I got up and started back into the house to get myself another cup of coffee and remembered the video I shot yesterday. I went back to the pool house, picked up the camera, removed the video card and, grabbing a cup of coffee on the way, took it to Kate's office to plug it into the computer and downloading the video. 

The video was not bad. Not as good as it would have been if I had remembered to use the remote control I put on the shelf under the massage table. It is possible I might have gotten some really nice close ups of Sarah eating her first pussy. Watching the video I decided to take my shorts off, sit back down and have a little fun while watching it.

There are three L-shaped computer desks aligned next to each other in the office. When sitting at the desks your back is to the wall between Kate's office and the studio. This is essentially a glass wall of break-resistant acoustically soundproofed glass lightly coated with a polarized green reflective film. 

The wall allows anyone in the office to observe what is taking place in the studio and, if you are standing close to it on the studio side, you can also see into the office. Kate will often observe a shoot from the office. The film's primary purpose is to add to the ambient lighting in the studio and prevent lighting from within the office interfering with lighting conditions in the studio during filming. On the studio side there is a heavy green curtain running the length of the wall that can be drawn to isolate the studio from the office. On the office side there are 3 sets of hanging vertical blinds to isolate the office from the studio.

It never entered my mind to check the blinds when I sat down and started to transfer and view the video. While the blinds in the office and the curtain in the studio are normally kept open I had noticed that the blinds in the office had been drawn when I came in but I had not thought to double check them to make sure they were closed all the way I was just interested in seeing the video. You know how it is with either vertical or horizontal slat blinds, they can appear to be closed yet if you are standing in the right position you can still see through them quite easily.

I didn't know at the time that Kate had told Barbara to make sure that the studio was clean and straightened up because she was going to be starting a shoot on Thursday. Barbara had given that job to Ann and Kali to take care of. When I went into the office Kali was in the studio starting to clean up while waiting for Ann to finish another job and come and help her. Evidently, while cleaning close to the wall she noticed that the lights had come on in the office and with a teenager's natural curiosity she decided to find out why.

So, here I was, back to the wall, video of our little massage and sex session on the 23-inch monitor, shorts off and playing with myself. When Kali walked up to the wall and looked in through the blinds all that she could see was me sitting at the computer and a little of what was shown on the monitor. Realizing that this was something that she wanted to see more of she found a position that would let her see the monitor and, although she couldn't actually see me beating my meat, she could pretty well tell what I was doing.

When the video finished transferring to the computer I decided to watch it again and do some editing of the video. In the meantime, Ann had arrived to help Kali. Kali brought her over to show her what she had been watching and the two of them found good spots to watch what was going on. Shortly after starting the video for the second time the intercom sounded, it was Karen looking for me. I told her I was in the office but, since it was on system wide send, did not tell her why. I did invite her to join me in the office.

Several minutes later Karen came in and walked over to where I was sitting. She looked at the screen and then at me sitting naked with a hardon watching the video. "Oh, goody, I'm glad you remembered that." She reached over and took a chair from the other computer desk, rolled it over and began to sit down. She paused for a second and, as she was sitting down, put her hand on my shoulder and said. "Don't react and don't turn around but we are being watched from the studio."

I instinctively started to look around but Karen squeezed my shoulder and said, "Keep watching the video and don't turn around. Someone is in the studio and watching us through the window. I saw movement when I went to get the chair. It appears our cleaning crew is more interested in what you have been doing than in cleaning. At least they can't hear what we are saying but I don't want them to know that we know they are there."

"Shit, have they been the whole time?"

"I don't know but it looks like you were giving them an eyeful and they probably enjoyed watching the video and you playing with yourself."

"Well, I guess we should just wrap this up right now."

"Not necessarily. I think I might just like to let them have some more fun."

"Karen, what are you going to do? We don't know these people. This could cause us problems."

"No, I don't think so. I don't think whoever it is will say anything about what they see because they could be fired by Kate and lose the contract. I think they will just keep their mouths shut. Besides, it isn't Barbara because she is upstairs cleaning the lounge. It is either Ann or Kali or maybe both of them."

"You want to show off don't you? You want to get your kicks knowing that some teenie-boppers are watching you."

"You got it, Studley. Let's fuck!"

I admit that I was getting more aroused thinking that one or both of the girls were watching and going to see Karen and I fuck. For some perverse reason, the thought that it might be Kali made me even hotter.

"Okay, it might be fun after all. Let's go over to the couch."

"No, too far away. We'll do it right here. Just follow my lead and DO NOT look at the window. For a change just look at me! We don't want them to know we know they are watching, this has to look spontaneous."

Karen slid her chair back and stood up. She turned my chair so that I was now sitting sideways to the window. She slowly started to strip taking her time and making it very sexy while I continued to play with myself and the video continued to run. When she was nude she reached up and cupped her tits and played with her nipples. Then she spread her legs and put her hands down and spread her pussy open for me to see the pink. After giving me a glimpse of heaven and letting the order of fresh pussy reach my nostrils, she knelt down in front of me and took my cock in her hand and never taking her eyes from mine she slowly stroked me and, from time to time, leaned in and licked the head.

She played with me like that for a few minutes then dropped her head and took me into her mouth almost all the way. Karen does a very creditable job of deep throating but I have to admit that it is not my favorite oral technique. I much prefer it when she takes me in a few inches and slowly slides her lips up and down from the crown to about 5 or 6 inches and sucks. When she does that it takes her very little time to make me cum.

She pulled her head back and looked up at me and asked, "How am I doing? Would you like to cum in my mouth or in my pussy or in my ass, your choice."

Before I could answer she said, "In my mouth! But, before you cum in my mouth I want to feel you in my pussy. Okay with you, Studley?"

I smiled and nodded my head.

Karen got up and leaned down for a kiss while stroking my cock. "But first, I would like to have your tongue in my pussy. Eat me!"

Karen backed up and sat down on the computer desk spreading her legs wide. I could only imagine the picture the voyeurs were getting of all this. She leaned back and crooked her finger at me in a 'come hither' sign. I got up off the chair and dropped to my knees in front of her and began doing as she bade me.

Karen held her pussy open for me so I could concentrate on doing the two things she likes the most, sucking on her clit and finger fucking her then tonguing her pussy while buggering her ass with my finger. She must have been hornier than I thought because in a much shorter time than normal she reached out and pulled my head and face in tight against her pussy and started to cum. She had her legs straight out in the air, my face so tight against her I could hardly breath and her pussy had clamped down on my fingers and I couldn't move them. If she didn't finish cummin soon I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. I think the knowledge that strangers were watching all of this had something to do with her horniness.

When she had finished and was relaxing I was trying to loosen the kink in my neck. She sat up and looked at me and smiled. "Wow, that was a good one, quick, but good! Now, let's see if that lovely cock of yours can do the same thing. I want it hard and fast and don't you dare cum in me, I want our watchers to get a good view of your cock fountain." She rolled over and slid down until her feet were widely spread on the floor and her upper body was lying on the computer desk. She reached back and spread her buttocks so that there were two inviting targets from which to choose. But, since she had specified pussy, I had no choice but to step up and slowly insert myself into that orifice.




Revelation 07 – Wednesday



It had been some time since we had sex this way and I wondered why. I've always enjoyed the feeling of having my cock in my wife and seeing her ass at the same time. She has such a lovely ass! But right now I was horny as hell and all I wanted to do was to cum. Karen discovered Kegel exercises several years ago and now has extremely good pelvic muscle control and can and does use that control to make her pussy feel almost as tight as a virgin's. I fucked her hard and fast like she asked and it wasn't going to take more than a few more strokes before I came. To help her along, I inserted a finger in her ass and worked it in and out as deep as I could get it. She was frantically rubbing her clit and trying to reach her climax. I was hoping that she came shortly when, with no warning, no moans, no cries, nothing she just slammed her ass back against me and came. Her pussy clamped down so hard that it actually began to hurt. The first contraction was massive, the next several were quite pleasant but I had to withdraw before she had completely finished because as close as I was if I hadn't I would have cum then. Karen lay on the table panting and rubbing her clit with her hand. I feel back into the chair and just sat there for a moment afraid to even touch my cock.

Karen raised her head, looked back at me and smiled. "Good one, thank you hubby." She rolled over so that now she was lying on her back on the table with her feet on the floor, legs spread and playing with her pussy and clit. "Now, it's time for you to put on a show for our friends in the other room. Let's see how high you can shoot, shall we?" I grinned.

She got down from the table onto her knees, came over to the chair and turned it so I was again facing sideways to the window and began to give me a world class blowjob. I held her head in my hands and when I felt the beginning of the point of no return told her. She pulled up off my cock about 12 inches and slowly jacked me off. I closed my eyes and waited for the first telltale sign that I was going to cum. When I shot the first spurt hit her forehead right between the eyes, the next hit her on the nose and then she had her head covering my cock and sucking me hard as I shot. When the last spurt had shot into her mouth she removed her mouth from my cock with her lips closed. Looking at me she smiled and opened her mouth to show me the cum she had in it and then leaned over my cock and slowly let it all dribble out onto it. When the last of the cum dribbled out of her mouth she sucked my cock back into her mouth and sucked up all the cum that was on it. She did this two or three times until at last she just massaged my cum into my cock and with my cum on her forehead and nose she got up and leaned down to me and kissed me sharing with me the cum that remained in her mouth. While we were kissing the intercom sounded.

"Karen, Ken are you in the office?"

Karen started laughing and pulling back reached over and keyed the intercom. "Mom, we are just finishing up. Be with you in a minute."

"We are in the lounge, stop up for a minute will you?

"Okay, be right there."

Karen stood up and went into the washroom and washed off. She came back with a warm washcloth and towel and knelt down and very gently washed me off. When we were both clean she climbed up into my lap and we kissed and cuddled for a bit then we got up, got dressed, turned off the computer and left the office.

We purposely walked past the studio and without being too obvious looked in to see who was there. Ann and Karla were diligently working on the far side of the studio cleaning up it up. We smiled at each other and headed for the lounge.

Kali had just turned 16 and she was not happy today. Last night she had a fight with her sometime boyfriend and today she was still pissed. The fight was stupid and she had the feeling that he was screwing one of her girlfriends but she couldn't find out who it was. Seems like all they did was fight over something stupid. Oh, well, cleaning the studio was one job she really didn't mind doing and didn't need much concentration to do. It was normally in really good condition and so she usually only had to straighten a few things, dust and vacuum. Besides, her cousin Ann would be down in a minute and she could talk to her and see what she thought she should do. Ann, after all, was now 20 and very experienced in these matters.

Kali was moving some chairs by the glass wall when she saw the lights in the office come on. She paid little attention until she noticed a shadow right by the window. The blinds in the office were drawn but not completely closed so naturally Kali looked to see what was going on. She saw Ken moving around and then sitting down at a computer and turning it on. She had to move down a few feet until she found just the right spot where she could see what he was doing clearly. While she watched a movie or video came on the screen. At first she could not quite understand what she was seeing but then she saw what looked like naked women lying on a table and another woman and a man doing something....wait, massaging....them!

Shit, this is hot! Hey, that's Karen and Ken with 2...no 3., women. Karen is massaging one girl and Ken another while a third is standing and watching what Karen is doing. ......OH SHIT!

Ann walked in to see her cousin with her face almost pressed against the glass wall and her hand down in the front of her shorts with the other hand up inside her cutoff top. She was puzzled and walked over behind her. "Kali?"

Kali jumped and pulled her hands out of her shorts and off her tits and turned around. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide until she saw it was Ann and not her aunt Barbara then she relaxed. "Oh, shit Ann, you scared me."

"What are you doing, girl?"

"Look there, in the office, what do you see?"

Ann looked where Kali was indicated and saw the back of Ken's head, his arm moving like he was playing with his cock and some sort of fuck movie on the computer screen. Without taking her eyes from the scene in the office she said, "Kali, is he jacking off?"

"Yeah, wish I could see his cock. How big do you think it is?"

"Shit, is he watching a video of him fucking some other woman? Is that Karen eating pussy?"

"Uh, huh! Have you ever had your pussy eaten by a woman? I wonder what that feels like. Shit, I wonder what it feels like to have my pussy eaten by a man!" Kali moved over next to Ann and found a spot where she could watch too. "Damn, that's a regular sex orgy and Ken and Karen are in it. Damn!"

Kali put her hand back into her shorts and started playing with her pussy and the other hand inside her cutoff top and rubbed her nipples. Ann glanced over and saw what she was doing, "Kali, are you playing with yourself? and giggled. "Shame on you bad girl!"

Kali looked over and saw that Ann was unfastening the buttons on her fly and pulling the shorts down to her knees. She shaved her pussy! Kali looked up at Ann's face smiling at her and grinned back. Ann turned back to the window and began to stroke her pussy. Just as Kali was turning back to the window, Karen walked into the office.

The girls were watching and playing when Karen turned Ken's chair around and got down on her knees and started to first stroke then suck him. "Holy shit, his cock is huge!" said Kali. "Isn't that a big cock? Have you ever seen a cock that big?"

"Yeah, it is big. I don't know if it's the biggest one I've seen but it is big and I would like to feel that in me.

"Ann, how many times have you fucked?"

"Not enough!"

Neither girl had taken their eyes off the scene playing out in the office. Both were playing with themselves. On the screen was the scene where Maria and Sarah are kneeling in front of Ken and Sarah begins to suck him. "Oh, damn, I know that girl!"

Kali responded, "What girl? One of them blowing Ken? Which one?"

"The younger one, the teenager. She and I sometimes run into each other at the mall. I know some of the same people she does. That's Sarah! Oh, shit, shit, shit I wish that was me instead of Sarah."

Karen sat down on the computer table and spread her legs. Ken knelt down in front of her and started to eat her. The girls' fingers are flying over their pussies. Both were getting hotter. Kali moved down a little to get a better angle and ended up standing next to Ann and they are almost leaning against each other.

Karen rolled over and Ken started to fuck her. Ann looked over at Kali. She reached out and took Kali's arm and gently pulled her hand out of her shorts. Kali looked at Ann with confusion. Ann smiled and Kali didn't resist but watched as Ann slid her hand down to Kali's wrist and then slowly moved it over toward her and placed her hand on her pussy. Kali felt another woman's warm, shaved pussy for the first time.

Kali didn't pull her hand back but looked down at her hand then up at Ann and smiled and began to stroke Ann's pussy.

Ann stood there for a moment and closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. Kali was enjoying the feeling of Ann's pussy. She turned herself a bit to stand almost facing Ann and reached up and took her other hand and placed it on the outside of Ann's t-shirt and fondled her breast.

Ann reached over and took hold of Kali's shorts and slowly slid them down her hips. When she had both the shorts and her panties down almost to her knees, Ann reached out and placed her hand on Kali's pussy and stroked it. Kali, like Ann, closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. While she had her eyes closed, Ann reached out and ran her other hand up under Kali's cutoff top and cupped her breast and stroked her nipple. For a few minutes the girls continued to stroke and pet each other then, almost simultaneously, they turned their heads to see Ken pull out of Karen and slump down into the chair.

Ken's cock and Karen's pussy were exposed to the girls and they both increased their efforts on each other. When Karen sank to her knees and started to suck and stroke Ken's cock they were each trying hard to get the other to climax. Ken shot his first load into the air and the second and Karen put her mouth over the head of his cock and sucked into her mouth the remaining shots. The girls were both near climax.

They didn't see Karen look at Ken and open her mouth to show all his cum she had collected, they were cummin. Each had their eyes closed and was lost in the feeling of having a climax on the fingers of another girl. It was a good thing that the room and the glass was soundproofed or the sounds that Kali made would have brought people running to see what was wrong. 

Kali fell against Ann and was panting and sighing and moaning as she came down from her sexual high. Ann was holding Kali tight against her and having after-shivers as her climax waned. With one arm around Kali's shoulders, Ann took her hand and lifted Kali's chin and leaned down and kissed her gently with only a little tongue. Kali didn't pull back but answered the kiss with her tongue. Kali had never been kissed by a woman but decided that she liked it and the two wrapped their arms around each other, held tight against the other's breast and kissed as lovers.

When Ken and Karen left the office and glanced inside the studio, both girls had recovered and were doing the job they had originally been sent to do.

Entering the lounge, Ken and Karen were surprised to see, Carmina sitting at the table with Josie and Kate.

"Surprise! Last night after you called Carmina she called back to give me Angie's phone number and we talked for a while. I invited her to stop by today before she went to work to just sit and chat and renew old times."

Karen walked up to Carmina with a big smile and leaned down and hugged her as if they were old friends. Carmina looked a little surprised but I noticed that she returned the hug. I was next but I just put out my hand and she took it and we said hello and sat down at the table. Since everyone had a drink or a glass of wine and I got up to get Karen and myself one and asked if anyone would like a refill.

When I got back to the table the girls were all talking like they were old friends. Kate was regaling them with stories of when they were little girls and some of the things they did. They were laughing and joking and I just sat back and tried not to stare at Carmina. God, was she one sexy woman. She looked so much like Alyssa Milano that I couldn't get over it. I have had a thing for Alyssa Milano for so long that I could get a hardon just thinking about her. I know, not 10 minutes ago I had busted my nut and now here I am getting horny all over again. I need to see a doctor...or maybe a shrink....or maybe I should just shut up, not think at all and enjoy!

In a pause in the conversation I asked, "Carmina, when do you have to be at work?"

"I start at 6 and close the restaurant. I get out about 2:00 AM."

"That is one long day."

Mom added, "We were talking about going for a swim or a soak in the hot tub. Carmina, will you stay for supper and did you bring your suit?"

"Got it with me. I will never pass up the chance to swim or soak in a hot tub; especially hot tubs, I think they are heavenly. But I'll have to pass on dinner. One of the advantages of working at a good restaurant is that you get free meals," and she laughed.

Kate looked at her and said, "Well, we don't want to waste the little time you have so why don't you put your suit on while we get some lunch together and take it out on the deck with us. Karen will show you where you can change and we'll see you shortly."

Karen took Carmina to the suite that she and Ken had just moved out of and left her to change while she went over to the suite in the pool house. Karen decided that a Wicked Weasel was in order but one that was not as extreme as the one she had worn for Chris. Kate and Josie, not being aware of what Karen was going to wear, choose bikinis. They were not up to Wicked Weasel standards but they would show their bodies off to best advantage.

Ken was already in his suit so, when the girls went to change, he walked out on the deck and set up the table and brought out the makings for lunch.

Karen, Kate and Josie arrived almost simultaneously and ahead of Carmina. Ken looked up when they walked onto the deck and just shook his head. Unfuckingbelievable! These women never quit. Well, nothing to do but watch and enjoy. As for himself, he was just going to be an observer, at least for now!

Carmina came out on the deck wearing a somewhat abbreviated but pretty much traditional bikini. She stopped and looked at Karen, Kate and Josie in amazement and realized that she was overdressed. Now, Carmina had never seen a Wicked Weasel bikini before, although she had heard about them, and was in awe of how Karen looked.

Kate and Josie were also amazing. Here were two women who were her aunt's age and yet they looked hot as hell! The suits they were wearing definitely highlighted their best assets. Nice boobs, tight stomachs, great legs and nice asses. 

Carmina was having trouble trying to figure the relationships among and between Kate, Karen, Josie and Ken. She still didn't know that Josie and Ken were mother and son. She had some suspicions but so far nothing more. She was still confused about the fact that Karen was okay with Josie, an older woman, sitting and obviously playing with her husbands cock in a restaurant. Okay, maybe there was a threesome going on there. Where did Kate fit in? Was she also involved and if she was was she also involved in an incestual relationship with her daughter, Karen? Confusing and somewhat stimulating at the same time? No, actually, she found it pretty nasty and sexy.

The fact that Ken was just standing there talking with Karen, Kate and Josie so matter-of-factly also amazed her. Without realizing she did it she looked at his shorts but there was no indication that he was aroused. Almost hesitatingly she walked up the group.

Kate looked up and smiled, "Nice suit. It makes you look really good. So, what would you prefer, pool, hot tub or having something to eat?

"Thank you. I believe I would prefer the hot tub. I love hot tubs! That is the biggest one I have ever seen, how many people can use it at once?"

Kate nodded, walked over and took Carmina by the elbow and started walking toward the tub, followed by Karen and Josie. "It will hold 12 comfortably but we have had 20 in it one time." She giggled and continued, "While it was very crowded no one seemed to mind."

Behind them Karen and Josie walked and admired the view of Carmina's ass as it wiggled in the bikini bottoms. Josie wished that the bottoms of the suit were thongs rather than a regular bikini bottom. Karen's mind was running at 110 MPH figuring a way to get Carmina's bottom out of the suit. Josie was watching Karen watching Carmina and had all she could do not to laugh. Like Ken, today she was going to be content to being an observer.

Ken watched them move toward the hot tub and decided that he was hungry. He went over to the table, filled a plate, grabbed a bottle of beer and walked over and sat down on a chaise lounge positioned so that he could watch the girls.

In the hot tub Kate showed Carmina the two seats and they all sat down on the bottom seats. Kate had the blowers and circulators on medium speed and Carmina was thoroughly enjoying the feel of the water. Sitting across from her Karen was still thinking of a way to get to Carmina. Kate sat down two seats over on Carmina's side of the hot tub and Josie was sitting across from Kate.

Nobody was talking but just sitting and enjoying the hot tub. Carmina was looking at Kate without trying to be obvious. After a few minutes Karen moved up to the top seat and reached over the side of the hot tub and picked up her glass of wine. Watching her Carmina realized that the suit that Karen was wearing was almost transparent now that it was wet.

Kate and Josie were unobtrusively watching Carmina and Karen while appearing to plan the girl's pool party for this weekend. When Karen turned around and sipped on her wine Carmina finally got up the nerve to say to Karen, "Those are some bikinis you and Kate and Josie are wearing. Yours is something else again. Is that one of the Wicked Weasel bikinis I've heard about?"

Karen nodded her head and laughed, "Yeh, actually this one of the more conservative models."

Carmina laughingly said, "Well, if that is 'conservative', what are the 'liberal' models like?"

Karen, also laughing, answered, "Well, Ken describes them as two band aids and a cork. Actually there is a pretty wide variety and types of these suits. She stopped for a moment then turned and called Kate and Josie over to them.

"Carmina and I were just discussing these bikinis and I was telling her that there are other styles and types that are more....revealing and far sexier. Would you two mind putting on one of the other types so Carmina can what I'm talking about?"

Carmina was startled at Karen's suggestion but also intrigued. She wanted to see what these other types looked like and she found that she wanted to see them on Kate, Josie and Karen. Was she starting to get excited by the thought of seeing these women reveal themselves to her? Karen seemed to be eager to have them put on very revealing bikinis and display themselves to her with Ken sitting just a few feet away. To put it simply, Carmina was somewhat apprehensive but also very intrigued. So she was not really surprised when Kate and Josie agreed.

Kate said to Carmina, "We will be back shortly. In the meantime why don't you have something to eat and drink while we are gone?"

All of them got out of the hot tub and walked over to where Ken was sitting, pretending to be napping. Karen signed for them to surround Ken's chair and then they all started shaking water on him. Ken pretended to be surprised and did a creditable job of jumping up and sputtering and acting as if he was unaware that they were there. "What? Damn, now you ruined my nap and got me all wet."




Revelation 07 – Wednesday



"Poor Baby! You know you could be more hospitable and get in the hot tub with us. Mom and Josie are going in to change. Carmina and I are going to have a bite to eat. Do you want anything, sweetie?

Not having been privy to the conversation that had taken place in the hot tub Ken didn't know why they were going to change or what they were going to change into but he was used to Karen's devious mind and understood immediately that she was planning something so he acted unconcerned and said, "No, I had something a while ago. Enjoy!" He smiled at Carmina and sat back down and pretended to go back to sleep.

Karen looked at Carmina and shook her head. "Men!"

Kate and Josie went up and changed suits. Kate took out one of the transparent models and held it up. "So, do you think this is me?"

"It will show all of 'you' that's for sure. What one do you think would look best on me?"

Kate looked over the suits and picked out one that was of a very thin, satiny smooth, very pale peach colored material. "This is the one for you." Kate knew that this suit would not become transparent when wet but when it was wet, would plaster itself to and show every detail of her breasts and pussy. Even up close she would look naked.

They put on the suits and made sure they were properly adjusted and walked down into the lounge.

Carmina and Karen were sitting at the table finishing up a salad and sipping wine.

"Kate, what if the cleaning crew sees us in these things?"

"Well, I guess they will think we are lewd and lascivious people."

They shared a laugh and walked out onto the deck.

Carmina was sitting with her back to the door and talking with Karen. Karen looked over Carmina's shoulder and said, "Oh, here comes Mom and Josie." Carmina turned her head and almost spit the sip of wine she had in her mouth. The first thought that went through her mind was, "Damn, they looked fantastic! And so do the suits." Unaccountably she found herself getting excited looking at 2 middle-aged women in Wicked Weasel bikinis.

Josie almost laughed out loud at Carmina's expression. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open and she was just staring. Kate could feel the beginnings of a future relationship and decided to push a bit to see what would happen. She walked up in front of Carmina, put her hands on her hips, said, "Ta Da" and slowly pirouetted to display herself in all her glory. Carmina could only stare at the suit and that it was totally transparent and sexy as hell! She suddenly felt a little shiver run up her back.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ken move so she glanced over at him. He was sitting in the lounger with a big smile on his face. She let her eyes move down and, yes, he had a fairly good-sized bulge in his shorts. Carmina felt another shiver down her back. She wondered if Ken had some sort of suit like these that he wore. That she would like to see!

Josie walked up and stood next to Kate and also pirouetted. Karen walked over and stood next to Josie. The three women were standing in front of Carmina and she didn't know what to say! She was getting excited just looking at three women in bikinis and that confused her.

Karen was so sexy wearing the Wicked Weasel. She had great breasts, a tight tummy, nice hips, what looked to be a shaved outie pussy and a really nice ass. But Kate and Josie were something else again. In their late 40's or early 50's and yet two very sexy women! Kate was a lot like Karen and she had the boobs, tight belly and great ass like Karen. Did Karen have a shaved pussy too? Wearing that suit she would almost have to. Josie, was also sexy but in a more....pixie-ish way. Cupie doll. That sort of thing.

While Karen, Kate and Josie did not know what Carmina was thinking, they did sense that she was interested. Karen thought to herself, "Wait until she sees the suits when they are wet."

"Well, shall we get back in the hot tub?" Before Kate could say anymore, the door from the lounge opened and Barbara, Ann and Kali walked out and stopped dead in their tracks. The ladies had their backs to them but Kate, when she heard the door open, turned around and said, "Oh, all done, Barbara? Okay, let me write you a check," and without hesitation walked up to them smiling and into the house.

To say that the girls from the cleaning crew were surprised is a bit of an understatement. When they saw Kate in a transparent bikini chatting unconcernedly on the deck while her son sat a few feet away and Karen and Josie also wearing very revealing suits had them in shock.

Karen, smiling broadly, walked up to them and said, "Hi, would you like a snack or something to drink before you guys leave? Help yourselves." She smiled at each of them and got a charge out of seeing both Ann and Kali begin to blush a bit. Barbara found her voice and said, "No, Karen, thank you. We'll see you next week. Goodbye. Come on girls, time to go." She urged the other two to leave and smiling at Karen, Josie and Carmina, turned her back and almost pushed the girls through the door into the house.

Karen smiled and waved goodbye and turned around and walked back over to where Josie and Carmina were standing. "Okay, Mom will be out in a minute, what say we hit the hot tub?"

Kate came out laughing and joined them in the hot tub. She said, "It was funny. Barbara looked like she was in shock. She would not let her eyes move lower than my neck. Ann and Kali were standing off to the side trying not to let me catch them examining me from head to toe. Boy, the stories they will be telling!

This time they were all sitting close together with Karen sitting alongside Carmina and Kate directly across from her with Josie at Kate's side.

"So, what do you think about Wicked Weasels?" Kate asked.

"Do you actually wear those suits at the beach?"

"Depends on which beach. We don't wear them at family beaches but there are others where these would not be so unusual." said Josie.

"Even the one you are wearing Kate?"

"Even the one I am wearing!"

Karen said, before you leave I will give you the URL of the Wicked Weasel website and you can check them out yourself. With your looks and build you should get one too! Carmina blushed. As you call them, the more 'liberal' models are nothing more than ways to show off everything you have to anyone who looks. There is no attempt to make them conceal anything. These suits are designed to be the ultimate tease.

Karen said, "If Carmina is thinking of buying one of these, then she should see what they look like wet. Okay, girls, out of the tub!"

Karen, Kate and Josie all climbed back out of the hot tub and lined up next to each other. Carmina didn't think it was possible for Kate to look more naked than she did when the suit was dry, but she did. Karen's suit was now totally transparent and was plastered to her body and so was Kate's. How is it possible to look more naked than naked? Josie's suit, while not transparent, left absolutely nothing to the imagination either. Every detail of her nipples and pussy were clearly displayed.

Carmina looked up and saw that Ken was also looking at the three women with great interest. These women thought nothing of parading around naked in front of him! 

"Hey, ladies, over here!"

"Hush, son, you've seen it all before!"

"Yeah, and I certainly wouldn't mind seeing it again."

Laughing the three turned and stood on display for Ken.

"Satisfied, Hubby?"

"For now."

Carmina, having already had several shocks today, was more confused than ever. Well, maybe not confused, maybe excited or sexually stimulated would be more accurate.

The three turned back and resumed their seats in the hot tub. Carmina noticed that they actually seemed to be somewhat stimulated by showing themselves off to Ken and herself. What exactly were the relationships in this family?

"Can I ask a personal question?"

Karen said, "Shoot."

"I guess you have to shave your hair to wear one of these suits. I tried a couple of times but it was too hard to reach all the hair and I was afraid of cutting myself so I just keep mine trimmed as close as I can. I thought about having it done professionally but on my salary it's way too expensive and I would be too embarrassed. Do you shave yourself?"

"No, we have someone do it for us."

"Don't you get embarrassed having a stranger shave your there?"

"No, not at all. Besides, it's not a stranger." Kate laughed.

Carmina didn't say anything for a moment or two. "Can I ask you who shaves you?"

Karen said, "Well, sometimes we will do each other," and left the answer hanging and incomplete.

Carmina noticed that Karen was purposefully not giving a full answer to her question. "Ken, I'll bet she means that Ken is the one who shaves her. Or, does she mean that Ken shaves ALL of them?"

Nothing more was said for a while. They sat there sipping their wine and enjoying the water. Carmina kept glancing up at Ken and thinking what it would be like to have Ken shave her, or any of the women for that matter. She was feeling horny.

Carmina looked up at the clock and realized that she would have to leave shortly. "I have really enjoyed myself today but it is getting close to the time I have to leave. Thank you guys very much."

"Well, we have enjoyed it too! Don't be a stranger. Come over anytime you want and you can use whatever you would like, the pool, the hot tub, the gym, whatever."

"You have a gym too? Wow, you have everything a girl can want," and she blushed because Ken immediately popped into her head.

Josie saw the blush and tried to keep from laughing. She thought to herself, "Yes we do."

"Listen, Carmina, we are having a girls only pool party this weekend to welcome Josie's sister, Jill who is coming to spend some time with us. We would like it if you would come to. If you want you can bring one or two of your girlfriends as well so that you will feel that you know someone here. I think we will have a really good time. Besides, I'll give you the grand tour and you can use the gym and all. What do you say?"

"Well, I'm free on Saturday."

"Good, Saturday it is. I'll call and tell you what time. Oh, by the way, if you ever want to come over and use the hot tub or pool and we're not home, you can park down by the carriage house and come up the walk and through that gate over there. I only keep it locked at night. Feel free anytime to use the pool or hot tub."

"That is great. I may take you up on it."

They all got out of the hot tub and toweled themselves off. As they walked toward the door Carmina walked up to Ken's chair and he stood up. He had a quite noticeable bulge in his suit and Carmina found herself thinking how nice that would feel in her hands.

"Ken, thank you for a lovely day. I have to go but I'm sure I'll see you again shortly."

"It has been my pleasure," and he let his eyes move down her body and smiled."

Carmina blushed a little and was somewhat flustered that he would ogle her so openly. She nodded her head and turned and walked toward the patio door with the girls following. She went up the bedroom, changed out of her suit into her clothes, thanked the girls again and left with her mind awhirl.

Josie said, "Well, there goes one completely confused woman. I would love to know what she is thinking."

"Yeah, me too. I think she left here hornier than when she came. I also think she would like to spend some time with Studley."

Kate laughed, "I think Studley, as you call him, would like to spend some time with her. But right now, why don't we spend some time with Studley?"

Karen said, "Look out Studley, here we come!"

I was just sitting, minding my business and thinking of Carmina – damn I really would like to spend some time with her – when the ladies came back onto the deck and took seats on loungers on both sides and across from me. "Well, is she gone?"

"Gone. Very confused, a little horny but gone. Hubby, I get the impression that you might be a little interested in seeing more of that girl, if you get my meaning."

"Duh, yeah."

"Maybe that can be arranged. If it is, you won't forget your loving wife will you?"

"As if I could!"

Mom got up and walked over and sat down next to me in my lounger. "Do you like my suit?"

"Very much."

"Or, do you think I would look better in a suit like Karen's or Kate's?"

"Mom, I would like you in or out of anything!"

"Good answer." She leaned over and gave me a kiss that started out sweet and soon became sensual and then just sexual. Mom knew how to kiss! As we kissed I turned a bit more on my side and put my hand on her breast. She put her hand on my crotch. We kissed and petted for a long time before Mom pulled back from the kiss and patted my face. Smiling she stood up and very slowly began to remove her top. When it was off she stood there and looked down at her tits and cupped them. Still smiling she reached to her sides and untied the sides of her bottoms and let them drop to the deck. For a moment she just stood and let me drink in the sight of her.

Kate and Karen were sitting and watching us with smiles on their faces.

Mom bent down and put her hands on the sides of my shorts and tugged at them. I raised my hips so that she could tug them down my legs and off my feet. When I was naked, she put her leg over mine and climbed over me until she was kneeling with her pussy almost directly over my cock. Taking it in her hand she slowly lowered herself until she had it positioned directly under her pussy. Still looking at me she lowered herself until the head of my cock had penetrated her. Then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath and slowly lowered herself inch by inch until I was completely inside her.

Carmina had left her watch and rings on the bureau in the bedroom. She could pick them up on Sunday but she felt naked without them. No, she had time and she was still close by, she would get them now. She turned the car around and headed back to the house.

When I was in, Mom opened her eyes and smiled. "I was so looking forward to this. I like having you in me Son. Now, let's not rush this, let's make it last awhile." She started to move on me but very, very slowly.

Kate looked over at Karen. "Come over here and hug your old Mom."

Karen got up and sat down next to Kate and they began kissing and petting.

Carmina pulled into the drive thinking to herself that they probably are still out on the deck or in the hot tub or pool so instead of ringing the doorbell and making Kate come all the way to the front of the house she would pull around and park by the carriage house and use the gate that Kate had shown her.

Kate stood up and looked over at Ken and Josie. She took off her suit and lay back down. Karen stood up, took off her suit and knelt down by the end of the lounger. She reached out and took each of her mother's legs and spread them then she crooked her finger at her mother and Kate obligingly slid down the lounger.

Carmina parked the car and walked up to the gate. She opened it and walked in and closed it behind her. She couldn't see anyone in the hot tub and the pool house blocked her view of most of the deck. She walked up the path and as she came around the side of the pool house saw figures on the deck. At first her mind didn't comprehend what she was seeing but when it did she stopped dead.

Kate raised her legs and bent her knees and offered her pussy to Karen. Karen blew her mother a kiss and leaned down and ran her tongue up and down Kate's pussy lips.

"Oh, my God. They're having sex! Is that Ken fucking Josie? And Karen is eating her mother! Oh, Fuck!" Her first inclination was to run, run as fast as she could back the way she came but she stood rooted to the spot. She couldn't run, she could only watch. Then, realizing that she might be seen standing where she was, she moved over and used the pool house to shield her from view.

Josie wanted to feel Ken cum in her. Ken wanted to be in her when he came. They were both working to the same purpose and they worked so nicely together.

Kate loved the way her daughter ate her pussy. She was really good. She especially liked the way Karen would suck on her clit while probing for her G-spot and fuck her ass with a finger at the same time. She enjoyed it even more if she was eating Karen at the same time. "Karen, sweetie, lie up here so I can eat you too."

Carmina moved around the side of the pool house so that she was closer but wouldn't be seen if they looked up. She heard Karen tell Kate to move up so she could eat her too. She had never seen two women having sex before, not live anyway.

Josie felt like she was close to cummin. She looked down at Ken and said, "I'm close Son, really close. Can you cum with me Kenny?"

"Mom, I'm close too. God your pussy feels good."

Mom? Son? Jesus Christ, they're mother and son and fucking each other! 

"I'm cummin, fuck me Kenny. Fuck mommy. Cum with me Kenny, I want to feel your cum in me. Oh, Shit!

Ken came first. Josie felt the first spurt and shoved down as hard as she could to get him in her as deeply as possible then she came. They were so engrossed in cummin that neither of them heard the gasp that came from the vicinity of the pool house and Kate and Karen had their ears covered with the legs of the other that they couldn't hear it either.

When Josie threw her head back and announced that she was cummin, Carmina felt a twinge in her pussy and decided that she had to get out of there before they saw her. Quietly but quickly she moved down the side of the pool house, slipped back onto the walk and moved as quickly as possible out the gate and quietly closed it behind her. She ran to her car, started it and moved back down the drive and off the property. Her pulse was racing, as much from the fear of being caught as from what she had just witnessed. She had a lot of thinking to do.

Karen and Kate were enjoying both the sensations in their pussies as well as the taste of the pussy they were eating. They had fallen into a rhythm and were completely engrossed in their feelings. Josie and Ken had finished cummin and Josie was lying on top of Ken and they were kissing and caressing each other.

Josie looked at Ken and said, "Let's join Kate and Karen." They got up and walked over beside them. Kate walked up to where Kate was eating Karen and leaned down and said to Kate, "I have something for you, special pussy delivery."

Kate stopped eating Karen and looked up at Josie. "Does it taste good?"

"Only if you like pussy and cum together."

"Come here woman!"

Ken was down by Karen's head. "Mom wants to share with Kate. Come over here and let me have a taste of that beautiful pussy."

Karen smiled and nodded and got up, walked over to the lounger that Josie and Ken had just left, laid down and spread her legs like her mother had.

Josie took up the position on top of Kate that Karen had just been in and put her head between Kate's legs and began eating her lover's pussy. Some of Ken's cum had leaked out of Josie's pussy and ran down the inside of her legs but Kate was cleaning that up and then drawing it out of Josie's pussy with her tongue.

Karen was ready to cum. Ken concentrated on her clit and started probing for her G-spot. He found it and with a little probing brought Karen to climax.

The nastiness of having her pussy fingered, her clit sucked and her ass fingered while she was sucking her son's cum out of his mother was all that was needed for Kate to cum.

After they had all recovered from their little sexual dalliance, they moved over and crowded into the outdoor shower and took some time washing each other. They then walked back to the table, suddenly very hungry and sat down and enjoyed a late lunch.

Kate mused, "That was a nice way to spend an afternoon. What shall we do this evening?"




Revelation 08 – Thursday



Sorry about the delay in getting this chapter finished.

Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday 
Revelation: 2 – Friday
Revelation: 3 – Saturday
Revelation: 4 – Sunday
Revelation: 5 – Monday 
Revelation: 6 – Tuesday
Revelation: 7 – Wednesday 

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Revelation: 8 – Thursday

Aunt Jill's flight was scheduled to arrive at 9:12 AM. Mom and I were at the airport early so we stopped for a cup of coffee and a bun while we waited for her arrival. 

"Uncle Joe is older than Aunt Jill by what, 10 or 11 years? What I still don't understand is why she married a man that much older than herself?"

"Twelve years. It's a long story but in a nutshell while your grandmother and grandfather were wonderful people and very loving, your grandfather was somewhat restrictive and Jill and I weren't allowed much freedom in dating. Neither of us had much experience with men, Jill less than me since she was 4 years younger than I am. Jill met Joe, Joe had a lot of money, Joe swept her off her feet and impressed Dad, he proposed, Dad approved and they got married."

"When they met she was young and full of romantic ideals and Joe was dapper, suave and mature and made Jill fell like a queen. She fell for him hard and they had a fairy tale wedding. Then, after the a few years they began to have some problems. Joe was dedicated to his business and he was always traveling. When his business took off and had almost doubled he decided that he should relocate his operations to the mid-west and without consulting Jill made the decision to move. The fact that he had made the decision without discussing it with her beforehand did not sit well with Jill. Once they moved things seemed to get better for a while and they worked on resolving their problems."

"However, it wasn't too long before Joe started to have problems with his business and was spending 12 to 14 or more hours a day, 7 days a week either at work or traveling again. Jill was getting lonely and finally did what a lot of women do, she found someone who would give her the attention she wanted and needed. Jill had an affair with a man who was in his early 20's and Joe found out about it. They almost divorced over that but once again, they seemed to work out their problems. A few more years go by and Joe began to have problems with his prostate. Jill has always been highly sexed and Joe seemed to lose almost all interest in sex and in Jill. That's about it you know the rest. Anyway, Jill is coming out here so that she can think things through and just get away for a little while."

Mom took a sip of coffee and looked at me and put her hand on my arm. "Kenny, you will never tell her that I told you these things. If she wants to tell you about what I have said, she will. Our job is to give her all the love and support she needs just like she gave me love and support when your dad died."

We moved over to the security area and shortly had Aunt Jill and her bags in the car and we were headed home. She hadn't really changed much, older and somewhat tired looking but just as cute and as petite as I had remembered but a bit heavier. Mom and Aunt Jill were sitting in the back seat and talking almost non-stop all the way home. I kept sneaking looks at her in the rearview mirror and once or twice she caught me and grinned back.

When we got back to the house Kate and Karen were waiting on the deck wearing, what was for them, fairly conservative shorts and halter tops. Aunt Jill knew who they were from the letters, phone calls, Christmas cards and photos that made their way to her over the years but this was the first time they had met. I watched her carefully during the introductions and grinned inwardly as I watched her evaluating and sizing them up. 

After all introductions were made with the requisite hugs coffee was poured, pastries were eaten and the ladies engaged in a little light banter and chitchat Aunt Jill turned to me and drawing herself up to her full 5' 5" said, in a very badly affected British accent, "Kenny, your wife is absolutely lovely, I always knew you had good taste. And, I like your mother. I approve." Her bad English accent and feigned haughtiness brought a good laugh from all of us.

Putting down her coffee cup Kate stood up and taking Aunt Jill by the arm said, "Let me give you the nickel tour and show you your sleeping arrangements." With Kate on one side and Mom on the other they took Aunt Jill back into the house.

Karen looked at me and said, "I like her! But, another hottie? Does your family grow anything but sexy, good-looking women?" She leaned in close and said, "I don't think you can handle 5 women!"

"Hush, woman! All you ever think about is sex, sex, and sex. That is one of the things I love about you but right now all I'm thinking about is getting something to eat. I'm hungry!"

I went into the house made myself a snack and took a beer out of the fridge while Karen began to put together a light lunch for the girls. When I finished I gave Karen a kiss and a quick feel and then carried Aunt Jill's bags up to her suite.

As I was putting the bags on the bed Mom, Kate and Aunt Jill came into the suite.

Kate showed her the sitting room, bathroom and bedroom. Aunt Jill was very impressed and looked at Kate and Mom a bit misty eyed. I think she really realized that she was with family and now she could just relax and begin to enjoy herself. She gave both Kate and Mom a hug.

" Josie and I are going down to help Karen get lunch together. Ken, will you show Jill where everything is and how it works?"

"Certainly, my pleasure. After another rounds of hugs and thank you's I took Aunt Jill from room to room showing her where everything was and how it worked."

"Kenny, this is really magnificent. This bathroom is larger than some of the rooms I've stayed in in 5-star hotels. A hot tub and a Jacuzzi! Simply amazing!

"Kate doesn't do anything half way. With her it has to be first class. So, ready for some lunch? I began to turn toward the door to leave when she walked up to me and stood in front of me and took both my hands in hers.

"Kenny, you have grown up nicely. How is your life? Are you happy?"

"Yes, Aunt Jill, very happy." It seemed a strange question to ask if I was happy.

"Good. That's very good! So many people marry people that they shouldn't and don't have enough sense to recognize it early enough to do something about it. I just wanted to make sure that someone very special to me, that I love very much, won't make the same mistakes as these other people."

Frankly, I didn't know what to say. Since she was holding my hands in hers I just pulled her toward me and hugged her. If you don't know what to say to a woman, take her in your arms and hold her. A sincere loving hug is often much better than words.

She hugged me back and I found that having my aunt in my arms with her body pressed against me was very shortly going to cause me a problem. I was getting excited. We stood like that for what seemed a long time, long enough that I did start to get an erection and I knew that Aunt Jill had to feel it but she gave no indication that she had. Finally, she relaxed her hug and looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Ken, I needed that hug." With the tears on her face she tilted her chin up and closed her eyes and I knew that she wanted me to kiss her. I leaned down and as gently as I could I lightly touched her lips with mine. She responded but only lovingly, on an impulse I made the kiss a bit firmer and then she responded in kind. We kissed with mouths partly open but without tongues and we held the kiss. Then, quick as 1, 2, 3 in rapid succession she tightened her arms and pulled tighter against me, moved her hips more tightly against mine and against my boner and opened her lips and quickly ran her tongue just over my lips and then let me go and stepped back. When she stepped back she turned her back to me and wiped her eyes with her hands and, with her back still to me, walked over to the bed and started to unpack her bags.

"You go ahead, I'll be down in just a minute."

Knowing when to make a graceful exit I said, "Okay, see you shortly," and I left thinking about that hug and kiss.

When I got downstairs Karen was talking on the phone. As I came into the room she indicated that it was for me and walked over and handed it to me while mouthing the word 'Sarah'.

I took the phone and answered it. Sarah was upset. She wanted to meet with me right away. She had a problem and needed to talk. She was insistent that we meet as soon as possible but wouldn't tell me why. I immediately began to worry that it might have something to do with Tuesday and that she was having second thoughts about what had happened so I agreed to meet her at the house in an hour.

When I cut the connection I signaled to Karen that I wanted to talk with her and excused myself and went into the hallway. I told Karen about the phone call and my suspicion that It might involve our session on Tuesday. I also told her that I had agreed to meet Sarah in an hour at our house. Karen thought for a moment and agreed that I should meet her but she would remain here so that nobody would think anything might be wrong. She made me agree to call her as soon as I knew what was going on. I went back into the kitchen and since neither Mom nor Kate had heard any of the conversation I explained that the phone call had been from work and that I had to leave for a little while but would see everyone later that day.

When I arrived at the house I parked the car in the garage rather than leave the car in the driveway so it would not be obvious that I was there. Hopefully, the neighbors wouldn't have seen me drive up. The houses were pretty well separated and the lots were nicely wooded so that it may be that no one saw me. I went in and turned on the A/C and got a beer. I had a sinking feeling that I might need something stronger.

About 15 minutes later I heard the key in the lock and Sarah came in. She saw me sitting at the kitchen table and walked over with a look that made my heart drop.

"Hi, Sarah, what's wrong?"

She flopped into the chair directly across from me and just looked at me for a minute, I could not figure out whether she was mad or just upset about something. "You made a tape recording of us, of me!"

Shit! How in the hell did she know that? Since what she had said wasn't a question I decided to not say anything but to wait so I just looked at her and took another sip of beer.

"Well, you did, didn't you?"

I could not lie to her. "Yes, I made a tape of all of us. How did you know that?"

"What are you going to do with that tape?"

"Why, nothing. It is just for Karen and me. I haven't and won't show it to anyone. If you want I'll give it to you to do whatever you want with it. I never intended for that tape to cause you any embarrassment."

And here I did lie. "We usually make a tape when we have one of our little sessions with our friends and they know it. I had already set up the camera before you showed up and just forgot about it until we were ready to leave. When I remembered it I took it with us so that no one could ever see it. I'm really sorry that I made it now. But, I don't understand how somebody else found out about it or how you found out about it."

"Can I have a beer too?"

"Certainly, help yourself. Do you want something stronger?"

"No, just a beer." She got up and went to the refrigerator.

My mind was in overdrive. How did someone else see the tape and how did Sarah find out about it. The only time we had seen the tape was........Oh, shit. The cleaning crew! Damn, at least one of them was watching us from the studio when we were watching the tape. One of the cleaning crew knew Sarah and said something to her. Yes, that had to be it! Goddamn!

Sarah came back and sat down again and I let her take a few sips of her beer. "What happened Sarah? Tell me everything."

She gave me a dirty look but then told me that last evening she was hanging out with some friends at the mall and had run into several other girls that they knew but not real well. One of these girls was Ann. They shopped for awhile and then decided to get something to eat. While they were waiting for their food Sarah had to go to the bathroom. When Sarah got up Ann said she had to go too. When they were in the bathroom washing their hands Ann told Sarah that she was on a cleaning job with her cousin that day and they had overseen two people having sex while watching a video. The video was about some older people messing around and having sex and there was a younger girl in the video that looked a lot like Sarah.

Sarah said her heart dropped to her feet but she tried to act surprised when what she really wanted to do was run away and start crying because at that moment she didn't know if Ann might be trying to blackmail her or might tell her parents or even all of Sarah's friends about it. Sarah tried to play it light by laughing and saying that no, it wasn't her but she wanted Ann to tell her all the sexy details. 

Ann seemed to accept that it wasn't Sarah in the video and told Sarah that it would take too long and their friends would be wondering why they had been gone so long so she offered to give Sarah a ride home and tell her everything on the way.

Sarah had the feeling that Ann accepted that it wasn't her in the video and she also found that she was beginning to like Ann as a friend and thought that Ann liked her as well so she agreed.

On the ride home Sarah urged Ann to give her all the details of what happened because she was interested in what Karen and I had been doing hoping that it would shift Ann's attention away from her. Ann went into all the details. Sarah looked at me and admitted that she found it hot to hear Ann tell her about Karen and I sucking and fucking. By the time they got to Sarah's house the two girls were becoming friends. They sat in the car talking about a lot of things beside the tape and what Ann had seen yesterday.

Sarah believes she convinced Ann that it wasn't her in the video but she still wasn't sure. Now she was very angry with me because the video existed at all and wanted to know what I was going to do about it.

I didn't want to be mean to Sarah but I had to make her to realize that while I had made the tape it was because she showed up at all that she was on the tape. So we had to get past blaming anyone. What we had to do was make sure that neither Ann nor Kali said anything about the tape to anyone. Knowing that Karen was waiting for my call, I told Sarah that I was going to call Karen and fill her in on what she had told me.

I got another beer for Sarah and myself and picked up the phone, called Karen and filled her in. When I was finished she asked me to put Sarah on the phone and while they were talking I went to the bathroom to get rid of the beer. When I got back Sarah looked a bit relieved but also somewhat apprehensive. She handed the phone to me. 

Leave it to Karen. This woman should work for the government's Department of Dirty Tricks. She explained what she thought we should do. I listened and thought it might work, I agreed. Then she said that she was going to borrow Kate's Jag and would see us in 30 minutes. The way Karen drives that Jag 30 minutes was an overestimate. When I hung up the phone I handed it to Sarah.

We sat quietly drinking our second beer. Sarah looked up and asked me, "Was the tape as hot as I remember Tuesday?

"Hot, but not nearly as hot as actually being there." I smiled at her. "Are you sorry?"

"Sorry about being there? No! It was hot and I enjoyed it very much." She looked at me for a minute and then dropped her eyes and said in a very quiet voice, "I've probably played with myself more yesterday thinking about it than I had in the past month." She quickly picked up her beer and took a swig.

I laughed out loud.

20 minutes after hanging up the phone I heard the garage door go up and knew that Karen had arrived. When she came in she immediately went up to Sarah and hugged her and told her that everything would be okay. She stepped back and handed Sarah the tape.


Sarah stood there with tears in her eyes and thanked Karen. She put the tape on the table.

"Well, aren't you going to destroy it?"

She smiled a bit sheepishly, "No, I think I want to see it first," and she giggled like a little girl. She was beginning to relax.

"Sweetie, Ken was watching that tape and getting all horny and playing with himself and when I watched it made me all horny again too. Ken and I kind of got carried away and did the big nasty while we were watching it. Hon, if you don't want to destroy it then I'm afraid that we are going to have to make sure that it never leaves this house. Frankly not only you but both Marie and Louise would be in a lot of trouble if that tape ever got out."

"Why, because they're married?"

"Yes, because they're married. If you want to watch the video it will have to be here so that when you are done it can be locked up."

About 10 minutes later the doorbell sounded and Karen and I went into the den.

Sarah went to answer the door and shortly came into the den leading Ann who, when she saw Karen and I sitting there almost went into shock. Her mouth flew open and her eyes bugged out and she looked at Sarah as if she could not believe what she saw.

Karen got up and walked over to the two girls. She said, "Ann, it's nice to see you again, glad you could come over. Please, come in and sit down. We would like to talk to you."

Ann looked like she was going to run but Karen kept smiling and turned around and walked over and sat down. Relieving the pressure on Ann at that moment was the wisest thing to do. Ann, instead of turning and running out of fear, was now curious and when Sarah walked past her and sat down and she didn't feel trapped with anyone behind her she slowly walked over and sat in the chair closest to the door.

"Beer?" I asked and held one up.

She nodded and I handed it to Sarah who gave it to Ann.

"Glass?"

She shook her head and took a swallow.

Sarah reached down and took the video and handed it to Ann. This I did not expect nor did Karen. We both looked at each other in surprise.

"I appreciate your telling me about the tape. I didn't know that they had made one and I am pissed at them for doing that without telling me. I haven't even seen it yet myself." She looked daggers at Karen and me and we both sheepishly hung our heads in shame, somewhat theatrically. Sarah giggled which completely negated the stern tone she was trying for. How the girl could giggle at a time like this I didn't know but she impressed me with her cool.

A very surprised Ann looked from the tape in her lap to Sarah to me and to Karen and back again to Sarah. She simply did not know what to say.

Now it was time to get down to business. I leaned forward and put my elbows on my knees, interlocked my fingers and looked at Ann. I explained to her how the tape came about and how Sarah ended up being involved. I held nothing back since she had already seen the tape. I also told her that Karen and I knew that someone was watching us yesterday from the studio and we were having fun putting on a show for them. At that time we didn't know whether it was Kali or Barbara or her watching. I ended by saying that Karen and I didn't much care what Ann knew or said about us but that we had to be sure that nothing was said to anyone about Sarah's involvement. We thought very highly of Sarah and our only purpose was to keep Sarah out of any trouble. We needed to know who she told and if she knew if Kali told anyone.

Ann responded well. With a self-conscious but naughty grin she told us that she and Kali had watched and she admitted that they had gotten pretty worked up, enough so that they masturbated each other while watching. Looking directly at Sarah, she swore that she had told no one about what happened or about Sarah's part in the video but she didn't know about Kali. Still looking at Sarah she said that she didn't want to see any of us get in trouble but especially Sarah because she found out how nice Sarah was and liked her. Sarah smiled broadly at that and I could see that she wanted to trust Ann.




Revelation 08 – Thursday



Karen got up, walked over to Ann and looked down at her and thanked her. Smiling at her she asked if she would like another beer. Karen got us all beers and for a few minutes we just sat there drinking them.

Ann looked at me and said she had an idea to find out if Kali had said anything. She asked if she could use the phone. When she came back she said that she had called Kali's cell phone. Kali had just turned 16 and had her driver's license. Her dad had given her a new car and, like most teenagers, she loved to drive. Ann told us that when she called her she was out driving around. She told Kali that she was at a girlfriend's house talking about the video and wanted to know if she wanted to come over too. Kali was now on her way over here.

Just a few minutes later the doorbell rang and Ann answered it. When she returned with Kali she literally pushed her in front of her into the den. Not only did Kali look surprised she also looked scared, very scared. Her head snapped around and the look she gave to Ann was one of betrayal. Ann remained behind Kali so she could not turn and run which is what she looked like she was going to do. Again, Karen got up and smiling approached Kali slowly and said the same as she had to Ann, "Kali, it is nice to see you again, glad you could come over. Please, come in and sit down. We would like to talk to you."

Ann nudged and gently, but firmly, pushed Kali into the room and into a chair. Kali's eyes were wide and she was trying to watch us all at the same time. Ann took Kali's hand and held it and said, "Kali, the reason we wanted you to come over was to find out if you have said anything to anyone about the tape we watched yesterday." When Ann said that the realization that the girl on the tape was sitting right next to her struck her and she looked at Sarah. She shook her head.

Sarah seemed to finally let go of all the tension in her body. She took a deep breath and said, "Thank, God!" She looked at Kali and smiled and asked, "You didn't say anything to anyone at all?"

"No, I was afraid that Barbara would find out about......well, about some things that happened yesterday and she would be mad and maybe tell my mom and dad."

Karen asked, "You told no one, not even a girlfriend or your best friend?"

"Uh, uh. I mean, I wanted to because it was so hot but, no I didn't, I swear!"

Talk about delayed response it was only at that moment that she actually realized that sitting there in front of her were the two people she had watched suck and fuck and she began to blush. Up to that moment her mind had been trying to grasp what was going on and it fixed on Sarah and the questions we asked. When she realized that we knew she had been watching it also hit her that we probably knew what she and Ann had played with each other and she became embarrassed.

Karen leaned back and smiled a warm smile at Kali and nodded. "Good, that takes care of that. Sarah, sweetie, are you okay now?"

Sarah smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I guess that takes care of everything then. Ann, Kali thank you. Of course, you understand that you were never here and we never met other than when you were working, right?"

Ann and Kali nodded their heads.

I said, "Okay, then Karen and I will be going. Sarah, would you be so kind as to straighten up and lock up when you leave?"

"Sure, thanks for everything but I still think I'm mad at you about this tape," she said with a grin.

"Sweetie, when you have seen it you will not be mad any longer, I promise!" Karen laughed and walked over and hugged Sarah.

We all said our goodbyes and Karen and I left. On our way out Karen said, "You know that we just missed a golden opportunity to have some really nice young pussy, don't you?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, and maybe even 10 years in prison too! No thank you, 16 is 2 years too young!"

We got in our cars and headed back to the house.

Meanwhile, back at the house. Sarah, Ann and Kali were straightening up. For a few minutes they worked in silence then Kali spoke, "Uh, Sarah, are you going to look at that tape?"

"Duh, yeah!"

More silence.

"When?"

"After you guys leave."

"Oh."

More silence.

"Sarah?"

"Huh."

"Can I watch it with you?"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Hell, girl. I don't even know you! I mean, you want me to let you see me having sex with somebody and I don't even know you? Besides, you heard what Ken said, there are people on that tape that can get in some really nasty shit if anybody ever found out!"

"But, I already saw it once."

Sarah had no answer for that. She didn't say anything but looked over at Ann who had been listening to this exchange with a grin. "Yeah, what about that? We already saw it once. Why can't we watch it again? It is hot girl! I'd like to see it again myself."

"I need another beer." Sarah went into the kitchen. Ann and Kali grinned at each other and nodded.

Sarah came back and looked at the two of them who were watching her with innocent looks on their faces.

Sarah walked up to the VCR and turned it on. She inserted the tape and turned on the TV, picked up the remote and sat down in a chair and started the tape.

Ann and Kali looked at each other and smiled. Shortly, all were studiously watching the video.

We arrived back at the house and put the cars in the carriage house. Before going up to the house we discussed what had happened. I was seriously concerned that events were beginning to spiral out of our control. Karen, on the other hand, was certain that this would work itself out. While I wasn't too sure I deferred to Karen because she seems to have a much better sense of these little, ah, 'situations' that we seem to be constantly getting into. One of these days we were going to lose the bubble!

When we walked out onto the deck only Mom and Kate were there lying on the loungers in their bikinis.

"Hey, welcome back. You missed lunch. How did things go at work?"

"Nothing that they couldn't have handled without me. Think I'll make myself a sandwich. Where's Aunt Jill?"

"She was tired after her flight and after eating lunch she went up to lay down for a bit. Get your sandwich and come back out. Josie and I want to talk to you and Karen. We have a proposition for the both of you."

"Just what I need, more 'propositions'!

They laughed and Kate waved me into the kitchen. Karen came with me.

"Ken, what do you think they have in mind this time?"

"We'll find out shortly but I'll bet it will be interesting, whatever it is."

We came back out onto the deck to find the two of them sitting at the table. We took seats across from them and I began to eat. "Shoot!"

"Josie and I have thoroughly enjoyed these past several days and don't see why we can't continue our new relationship. So, what we want to propose is that you move in here with us."

Karen looked up and said, "But how will that work? Do you mean permanently?"

I didn't say anything, I wanted to hear what Mom and Kate had in mind. Besides, Karen would ask all the necessary questions if she had any.

"Yes. Here is what we propose. I have decided to expand my business into a new area. I'll go into that a bit later. With this expansion it will be necessary to have more than just Josie and I handling the business. Therefore, we want you, Karen, to take over as the Chief Financial Officer of the business. Might was well put your very expensive degree to good use." Kate and Mom laughed, Karen looked shocked. Besides, you do have a very keen sense of finances and you have an uncanny ability to anticipate problems."

"Ken, you will become the Chief Executive Officer. It will be your job to oversee all the business, interface with security and my attorneys and, in general, keep all the pieces from flying apart. This is a job you are clearly the 'best man' for. Your training as a physicst gives you the necessary training for handling details."

Josie will be the Public Affairs Officer. She will handle all public relations, marketing, advertising and personnel, a job that she already does admirably well." 

"I will be the President and Chief Operating Officer and will make the final decisions regarding the business."

She sat there and looked at Karen and me with a questioning look on her face. Mom was just smiling at us.

Karen just sat there with a drink halfway to her mouth staring first at her mother and then at Josie. Me? I was very surprised that I was not more surprised. For some reason the logic of it was pure and it made perfect sense to me.

Karen turned and looked at me with a questioning look. I smiled at her, took a drink and looked over at Mom and then Kate. "We accept! When do we start?"

Karen's mouth snapped shut. "But......"

"But, what? If we can't trust our mothers who can we trust? Besides, your mother is a very smart businesswoman who is talented, incredibly sexy and a really great sex partner. As for Mom, well, I can't think of anyone, beside yourself of course, that I feel more comfortable with and would be glad to spend more time with in business, socially and sexually. What more could you want?

We accept!"

Mom and Kate had the biggest smiles on their faces that I had ever seen. Karen looked at me again, shook her head and smiled too. "Well, I certainly would like to have some say in this but when you put it that way, I guess we really don't have a choice do we?" She turned to her mother and said, "What new business are you thinking of?"

"Several. All in the area of providing very discreet services that a select clientele will pay nicely for. In a word – S.E.X.!"

Karen piped up with, "Exactly what type of S.E.X. did you have in mind?"

Mom answered with, "Erotic video's, discreet liaison management, erotic massages and specialized sexual services."

Erotic videos and erotic massages I understood but 'discreet liaison management' and 'specialized sexual services' would need some explaining.

For the next half hour Kate and Mom described their concepts in more detail and I could see where their ideas might have some merit and be financially rewarding, even if they did skirt the edge of the law in several places.

"Looks like we might need to have your attorneys get involved in this early on to make sure we stay within the law."

"No problem, I've already given my cousin a briefing and the problem is being worked on it as we speak."

"Another cousin? Both your security consultant and attorney are cousins? Do you hire anybody but family?"

"Not if I can help it. Trust and discretion are important and family is where you go to make sure you have trust and discretion. Besides, this cousin and I have a 'special' relationship so I know I can trust her."

Her! 'special relationship'? Of course!

"Okay, enough for now, let's spend Monday working out the details. For now you two need to consider how you are going to tell your employers you are leaving and I would suggest you hold onto your house but find a reliable renter for it. I'll have my attorney look into that too if you want."

Mom spoke up. "We are so glad that you have agreed. And this definitely calls for a celebration but with Jill here we need to be a bit more discreet. How about we all get together later in the pool house and celebrate in a more 'personal' way?

We all smiled and nodded our approval.

"Good, enough business for now. Ken, Jill wanted to be awoken about now, why don't you go and wake her up and tell her to put on her swim togs and we'll change too and have supper out by the pool?"

I went upstairs and knocked on her door. "Yes?"

"Aunt Jill, Mom sent me up to wake you and tell you to put on your swimsuit and join us in the pool and we'll have supper out on the deck."

"Kenny, come on in. We'll talk while I'm getting dressed."

I opened the door and saw the flash of a bare ass disappear into the bathroom.

"So, Aunt Jill, how have you been?" What an inane question! I noticed that the bathroom door wasn't closed quite all the way and that if I sat on the couch I could get a flash as she walked back and forth.

"Okay I guess. Getting older and a bit fatter but all in all not bad."

"Aunt Jill, you are neither old nor fat! You are just as beautiful as I remember you.

She laughed, "Kenny, you are such a bull shitter but that is why I love you so much.

"Uncle Joe doing okay?"

There was a distinct pause. I probably shouldn't have said anything but I thought that if I didn't ask about Uncle Joe she might suspect that I knew about her problems.

I could tell that she walked over by the door but I couldn't see her. "Uncle Joe has his work so he's happy. Has your Mom told you why I'm here?

Now I was in deep dodo. If I said no, she would find out later that I was lying. If I said yes, she would know that Mom told me.

"Only that you and Uncle Joe were having some problems and you needed time to relax, unwind and think." Enough of the truth without all the truth.

The door opened and Aunt Jill walked out holding a towel around her. She walked up to where I was sitting and looked down at me and smiled. "You are a most charming liar. You know why I'm here and you think I will be angry with your mother for telling you so you tell me just enough of the truth to take the edge off."

"Understand something. I love my sister very, very much. I have only been angry with her once and that was when she dated a boy that I thought I was in love with. I was 10 and he was 15. Such passion! I was mad at her for about 2 weeks and then I fell in love with another boy."

"I'm glad you know. It makes it easier than having to live a lie. Now I'll tell you something that you don't know. I'm not going back to Uncle Joe. We are through. Your mother doesn't even know that yet."

I wasn't really surprised. Based on what Mom had told me it seemed to be only logical that Aunt Jill would want out of that relationship and come home to family.

I nodded and smiled.

"You knew that didn't you? You put two and two together and guessed that the only reason that I would come home was because I needed to be with people that I love and that love me."

She sat down on the chair across from me and looked over her shoulder at something on the bureau. "Kenny, do you think it would be okay if I had a cigarette? I really need one?"

That surprised me. Aunt Jill was always death on smokers. She had been an avid anti-smoker and now, well now she has gone over to the enemy.

"Uh, yeah. Kate sometimes has guests that smoke. Here, let me get you an ashtray and your cigarettes. I got up, turned off the AC and opened the windows and picked up her cigarettes from the bureau and an ashtray from the bottom drawer in the desk. I came back and handed her her cigarettes and the ashtray and sat back down on the couch. 

As she lit her cigarette and drew deeply of the smoke I told her that Kate only required that the windows be open and the AC off if she was going to smoke in the suite and absolutely no smoking in bed. Also, the only places she could smoke would be in the suite and outside, nowhere else in the house.

She took another drag and visibly relaxed. "Now that I'm here I plan on quitting. This is my last pack and then I'm going on the patch." She held the cigarette up and said, " Surprised you didn't I?

I nodded. I hate the smell of cigarette or cigar smoke but I have to admit that watching a sexy woman smoke a cigarette is, for some reason, extremely stimulating. Why is that? I felt my cock begin to swell watching Aunt Jill drag on the cigarette and blow out the smoke.

She took another drag and looked at me quizzically. "Kenny, are you okay? Is something wrong."

"No, Aunt Jill. Nothing is wrong. I was just remembering the day you left and how sad I felt and now, well now, I'm so glad that you are back.

"It has been a long time hasn't it? It just feels so good to be with family and people I love. We need to make some changes though and right now. First, you will not call me 'Aunt Jill' any longer. We have worn that out. I am only 'Jill", do you understand me nephew?

"Yes ma'am. Jill. Well, Jill, I want to make a confession. You were my first 'true love'. When you left I was heartbroken, I thought I would never love another woman."

She looked directly at me, smiled and took another drag off her cigarette and slowly blew the smoke upward. "And now? You evidently got over me. Karen is an amazingly beautiful and sexy woman."

"True, very true. But, I still don't think that I am completely over you even now."

"Kenny! Are you sure it was 'love' or just a case of teen hormones. As I remember teenage boys they could 'fall in love' with anything that had a pussy."

That surprised me. Aunt Jill said 'pussy'. I had never even heard her say 'shit' before. The surprise must have shown on my face because she laughed and took another dray off the cigarette.

"Does the word 'pussy' embarrass you or just me saying it?"

"Just you saying it."

"Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy! There, are you desensitized to me saying it or do you want me to say it some more?"

"Not necessary. I'm a big boy, I can handle it. Besides, it wasn't the fact that you had a pussy that made you my first love. It was how you looked, moved, walked, talked, treated me and, last but not least, the green bathing suit."

"Green bathing suit? Oh, yes. I remember that suit. What makes that suit so special?"

"You were the sexiest woman I had ever seen and when you wore that suit I couldn't think of anything or anyone else."

She laughed long and hard and finally said, "Hormones! Well, I wish I had kept that suit now. Tell me, did you think about me and that suit when you jacked off?"

She did it again, surprised me with her language and it showed. She laughed again and said, "I'm sorry, am I embarrassing you with my language?"

"Embarrasing me, no! Shocking me, yes!"

"Well did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Think about me when you jacked off?"

"A lot!"

"A lot of thinking or jacking off?"

"Both!"

"Thank you!"

"For what?"

"For making me feel sexy again and not just an old, fat lady who wishes she had kept that green bathing suit."

"You are sexy, you are not fat, nor old and you don't need that green bathing suit, you never really did."

She put out her cigarette and stood up still holding the towel around her.

"I'm going to brush my teeth. Don't go way, I'll be right out."

"Why are you going to brush your teeth?"

"Because when I come back I am going to give you a kiss for being such a wonderful dream lover and I don't think you want to taste cigarettes on my breath and, I'll be wearing my new bikini and I want to see if that can replace the green bathing suit in your eyes."

She turned and went back into the bathroom giving me a quick peak at her nicely shaped ass. When she came back she was wearing what, for my ladies, would have been considered a very tame bikini but I am sure that to Aunt Jill it was daring. She had gained a few pounds mostly around the middle but the little roll was actually kind of sexy. It made her look soft and feminine. She had a bit more of a sag in the breasts but other than that she looked fantastic. George thought so too and was trying to get a better look.

The suit was nice but no Wicked Weasel. The top was cut very nice and showed off her breasts to great advantage but the bottoms were too conservative. I'd bet that she didn't shave her pussy and needed to cover up her pussy hair. Nonetheless she looked adorable, sexy and adorable and I knew for a fact that I wanted to fuck my aunt!

Aunt Jill stood there, hands on her hips, a big smile on her face and looking at me for some sign of approval. I raised my eyebrows and waggled them while miming blowing out a breath of air. To make it more dramatic I put my hand over my heart as if I was having a heart attack. She laughed and slowly walked over to where I was sitting. She slowly sat down on my lap and turned putting her legs over the side of mine and her arm around my neck. She looked at me and said, "Ready for that kiss?"




Revelation 08 – Thursday



"Oh, yeah. I am ready!"

She leaned in and cupping the back of my head with her hand pulled my lips to hers and with open mouth kissed me ever so slowly. I had my left arm around her back and put my right hand on her left side close to her breasts and returned her kiss. Shortly I felt the first touch of her tongue enter my mouth and I met her tongue with mine. The kiss became hotter and more passionate and I felt her also begin to move her ass around as she felt my cock get harder.

I let my right hand begin to slide more toward her breasts and when she felt that she moaned slightly and the kiss became even more passionate. With my left arm and hand I pulled her in tighter against my chest and let my left hand replace my right, which I then began to move down her side toward her hips and legs. Our tongues were dueling each other and, as my right hand found her legs, she shifted so that her legs were slightly more open. 

By now my left hand was cupping her left breast and she turned her body slightly so that I could reach it even easier. My right hand was massaging her thigh and moving toward the inside of the thigh and toward her pussy. She was moving her ass against my cock and opening her legs even more as my hand went down and began to rub her crotch over her pussy. My left hand I moved down and then inside of her bra directly onto her left tit and her nipple was rock hard. 

We stayed like that for a few minutes then she suddenly pulled back from the kiss and looked me in the eyes. "You have no idea of how many times I have thought of you kissing me like this. I have been your secret lover since you were 14. God forgive me."

Then she smiled and took her right hand and caressed my cheek. "I doubt your wife would approve. We need to stop and get down to the pool or there may be questions which I really don't want to answer."

With that she leaned in once again and kissed me with open mouth and tongue and I ran my finger over her nipple while she moaned in my mouth and then she stood up.

"So, is this as good as the green bathing suit?"

"Better, much, much better!"

"I love you Ken. Now, lets go!"

As I stood up my hardon was quite apparent and I made no effort to hide it. She looked down at my shorts and raised both eyebrows and whistled. "You really have grown up haven't you?"

On the way downstairs I managed to get my cock back to a reasonable condition. We walked out on the deck and over toward the pool. Kate and Josie were lying on the loungers soaking up the sun. Karen was doing laps in the pool.

"Well, took you long enough. We were going to send out a search party." Mom looked Aunt Jill over and said, " Oh, Hon, we are going to have to do something about that suit. It's just too.....not you! I mean it's nice but you should be in something that is more revealing and sexy. What do you think Kate?"

"Jill, don't pay any attention to your sister. She's always trying to turn her friends into exhibitionists like she is. Your suit is fine. I think you look great.

All the while this was going on Jill was looking at the suits that Kate and Josie were wearing. As I said before they were two of their more conservative suits, the ones they wear at Curley's Beach. To Jill they must have looked absolutely shameless, at least until Karen got out of the pool and walked over – she was wearing a Wicked Weasel.

Karen's Wicked Weasel was also one of the more conservative models, it covered everything that need covering and was not translucent or transparent but Jill's eyes were as wide as silver dollars. She looked at me and said, "Whew! Why didn't you tell me? I thought this suit was daring."

"Pay no attention to my wife or these other two jaded ladies. I think you look perfectly fine."

At my 'jaded ladies' comment both Kate and Josie laughed. Jill walked over and laid down on a lounger next to Kate. "So, what do you guys do for excitement around here?"

"You're pretty much looking at it. Us old jaded ladies have to conserve our strength. We play a little canasta; drink a little wine while soaking our old tired bones in the hot tub and reminiscing about past loves. Life is good.

We sat around and talked for a while but the situation with Sarah and the tape would not leave my mind. As I sat there thinking it was apparent to Karen that something was on my mind.

"I'm going to get another drink. Anyone like a refill?"

Karen took their orders and then looked at me. "Why don't you come and help me with the drinks?"

Inside she said to me, "Babe, what's on your mind? Something is bothering you, is it Sarah and the tape?"

I admitted that it was. I told her I wanted to go back to the house and see if Sarah was still there and if not was she going to destroy the video after she watched it or if she had left it at the house. If she had I was going to lock it up.

Karen walked up and put her hands around my waist and pushed her pelvis into mine. "And if she is there you want to fuck her don't you?"

"Yeh, I want to fuck her but not today, not this way. I want her first time to be nice and without all the tension this tape has caused. I just want to know what she is going to do about the tape."

"Go then, find out. I'll tell everybody that you went down to the club to have a drink with the guys and get a tee time for Sunday. Call me and let me know what's going on. Love you."

I gave her a kiss and a smile and left without saying anything to the ladies.

I was not too surprised to see two cars in the driveway when I pulled up. Looks like both Ann and Kali were still here. I felt my pulse speed up and deep down inside I admitted that I was hoping they would be. I pulled around back but didn't open the garage doors, they made too much noise. I entered through the basement slider and since the stairs and hallways were carpeted I wasn't too worried about making any noise. At the top of the stairs I listened but didn't hear anything. I walked down the hallway and looked into the den but it was empty. Then I heard some noises from upstairs and my pulse sped up even more. The bedrooms!

I eased upstairs and as I got closer to the largest guest room I heard noises that were definitely the sounds of sex. The door was wide open and I peered around the doorway to see Kali and Sarah in a 69 while Ann sat on the bed and watched.

Naturally all were naked and Ann was stunning. She was slim and long-legged with the most incredible breasts and no sign of hair anywhere on her body. She was playing with Kali's ass and it looked like she was buggering her with her finger.

I watched for a bit and then decided that I wasn't going to stand here in the hall and jack off. Throwing caution to the wind I slowly moved into the doorway. I'll give Ann credit for poise, she saw me move into the doorway and while she looked surprised never once stopped finger fucking Kali's ass. Then she grinned. A big, wide, happy grin. I was gonna get laid. Oh boy, and how I was gonna get laid!

She took her finger out of Kali's ass and got up from the bed and with the big smile on her face slowly walked over to me giving me every opportunity to ogle her. She stopped a foot away and leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Do I meet with your approval?"

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Let's go into the other room and I'll be able to show you how you meet with my approval."

She took my hand and leading the way led me into my bedroom.

As I was taking my clothes off Ann was reclining on the bed and telling me about the afternoon. While watching the video all of them began masturbating and by the end of the video they were all naked and watching each other play with themselves. Suddenly, Kali leaned over and began sucking on Ann's tits and then reached down and began to play with Ann's pussy. Sarah had gotten up and come over to the couch and knelt down by Kali and while Kali was playing with Ann Sarah began to play with Kali.

Before long they were on the floor. Kali was eating Ann and Sarah was eating Kali. When Ann and Kali had cum they got up and decided that they were having too much fun to stop and moved up to the guest room. Throughout the afternoon they had sucked and fucked. Sarah had gone into Karen's nightstand and gotten the double-ended dildo and she and Ann had double fucked while Kali rested. Ann said that that afternoon she had cum at least 5 times, maybe 6, she had lost count. While she liked lesbian sex, she really wanted to fuck and I was the perfect man for what she wanted.

We were both sitting naked on the bed. Ann was slowly stroking my cock and I was fondling her wonderful tits. "Well, you didn't tell me if you approved. Do you!"

"I most certainly do approve and I'd like to show you just how much. What is your pleasure?"

"Fuck me. Put your cock in my pussy as deep as it will go and just fuck the shit out me and don't pull out when you cum I want to feel you cum in me. No nice shit. Just put your cock in and fuck me till I cum."

With that she lay down, spread her legs wide and raised them up until her legs were almost straight up in the air. I moved between her legs, put my cock at the entrance of her pussy and just shoved it in as deeply as I could. When I reached bottom, I pulled out and did it again, and again, and again. While she was certainly nice and wet, the fact that she had had so many orgasms her pussy was also nicely tight. It felt wonderful.

By now I had her legs over my shoulders and was humping her just about as hard and fast as I could go. She was a talker. Telling me how it felt, to go deeper, to go harder. She cursed and moaned and fucked me back just as hard as I was fucking her. This was one wild woman and at this rate I was going to cum in a very short period of time.

"Ann, if I don't slow down a bit I'm going to cum and you feel too wonderful to cum so soon."

"No, dammit. Harder! I'm gonna cum before you will, I can feel it. I want you to cum with me, cum in my pussy. And then I want you to cum in my mouth and then I want you to fuck me in the ass and cum in my ass. Can you do that? Can you fuck me in my pussy and in my mouth and in my ass? I love the feeling of being full of cum."

I was certainly going to try!

I could feel my climax fast approaching and I could also feel her start to tense up.

"I'm cummin baby, I'm cummin. Fuck me harder and cum in me, cum in me now. I'm cummin! Oh fuck, oh fuck.

When Ann came it was as if she had stuck her tits in an electric socket. Her whole body made one massive convulsive shudder followed by 10 or 15 jolts and her pussy simply clamped down on my cock and convulsed so that it felt as if it was trying to pull my cock even deeper into her – I came!

As her climax was tapering off and the jolts were lessening my cum was still shooting into her pussy.

"Oh, Ken that feels wonderful. I love to feel when a man shoots into my pussy. You are as good a fuck as I imagined you would be. Give me a kiss!"

We kissed a long time and Ann wrapped her legs around me and would not let me pull out of her. I was still hard and so, after the sensitivity of the head of my cock lessened, I began to slowly stroke into her again. We looked at each other and smiled as I started to fuck her all over again.

A giggle! I heard a giggle from behind me and when I turned my head to look saw both Kali and Sarah standing in the doorway watching my cock slide into and out of Ann.

"Ann, we have an audience. Shall we let them watch?"

"Uh, huh. Wait. I have a better idea. Come on in girls. Join the fun. Kali, come over here sweetie."

I stopped fucking Ann but didn't pull out as the girls came into the room and each took up a position on either side of us. I smiled at Sarah and she leaned over and kissed me while running her hands down my back and onto my balls, which she fondled.

Ann reached out with her hand and cupped the back of Kali's head and pulled it down for a kiss. When the kiss ended Ann whispered something to Kali and Kali pulled back for a second and looked at Ann and then nodded and smiled.

Ann looked up at me and smiled and said, "Ken, get up please."

I had an idea of what was coming so I slowly pulled out of Ann and sat back on my haunches. Sarah reached down and fondled my cock feeling Ann's and my cum all over it she smeared it around and then put her fingers into her mouth to taste us.

I scooted backward more on the bed and Sarah again took my cock in her hand and leaned her head down and began to lick and suck me. While this was happening Kali threw her legs over Ann's head and, in a classic 69 position, put her head between Ann's legs and began to lick and suck my cum out of her pussy.

Sarah was getting pretty good at cock sucking. However, I didn't want to cum in her mouth. I wanted to cum in Ann's mouth so I gently pulled Sarah's mouth off my cock pulled her up and into my arms and tilted her head up and kissed her. She kisses pretty good too!

We snuggled against each other playing and stroking and watched Kali and Ann. Kali really seemed to like the taste of pussy flavored with cum. This girl had distinct possibilities and I'd have to make sure that Karen kept track of her for the next couple of years.

I heard Ann moan and then her hips rose off the bed so hard that she almost threw Kali off and the bed shook and I knew she was having another orgasm. This girl was unbelievable. I almost pity the man who marries this woman.

After Ann had cum Kali rolled off and looked over at Sarah and me with cum and pussy juice all over her face and a great big smile. Sarah moved over to her and gently began licking her clean. Damn, I wanted to cum again! Right now!

I sat there playing with myself and thinking how lucky I was to be involved in so much great sex with so many beautiful women. I think I'll write a book.

When Kali was cleaned off both Kali and Sarah moved back over to where I was sitting and jacking off. Sarah moved up to my right side and took my hand off my cock and replaced it with hers. Kali moved over to my left side and put her hand on my cock too. I reached down and gently removed Kali's hand and put it to my lips and kissed it.

"Kali, you are one very sexy girl but I can't have any kind of sex with you, no matter how much I want to. You are 16 and I could go to prison for a long time. Do you understand that I want to but I just can't, I can't."

She nodded and said, "Does that include kisses?"

"I think that kisses don't count and maybe even just a little titty tickle," and I leaned toward her and kissed her and lightly ran my finger over her nipple. When we broke the kiss I leaned down and gently sucked her nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue over it.

"I wish that I could be doing that to your pussy too. It looks absolutely delicious."

The phone rang and at first I thought it was the house phone but after another two rings I realized it was a cell phone and it wasn't mine.

"Oh, shit. That sounds like my phone," and with that Kali jumped off the bed and I watched her young tight ass run out of the room.

"Damn, it's late. My mom's gonna fry my ass." With that Sarah got up and pointed at the clock. "I gotta be home for dinner in 10 minutes."

"Ken, I gotta go. When are we gonna, you know, get together like you promised?"

I smiled. "Well, what are you doing Sunday?"

"Nothing. Sunday would be super. Where? Here? What time?"

"Yes and what time is good for you?"

"1:00 o'clock. My mom and dad are going out and won't be home till 6 or so."

"1:00 o'clock it is. I'm looking forward to it."

"Not as much as I am. See you Sunday?"

She walked over to me and leaned in and gave me a very soft, warm and loving kiss. "No video on Sunday, Okay?"

I laughed and gave her a hug. "No video! By the way, where is the video? Are you going to destroy it, take it with you or leave it here?"

"It's too hot to destroy and I can't take it with me. I'll leave it here. Where should I put it?"

"The footstool on the green chair in the den. Lift the lid and put it in there if you want or just leave it in the VCR and I'll take care of it."

"I'll put it in the footstool." She giggled. "I may want to look at it again....like tomorrow and the day after and the day after that!"

Kali came pounding into the room. "Ann, that was my dad and he is pissed. I gotta go home right now I'm late. I told him I was hanging out with you and some girlfriends at their place and just lost track of the time so if he asks tell him I was with you, okay?"

"How much trouble are you in? Do you need me to go home with you?"

Kali thought for a minute and then looked over at me and then at my hardon and smiled. "No, It'll be cool if you back me up. Besides, looks like you have some unfinished business," and she giggled. She leaned down and Ann and Kali shared a nice kiss and then she came over to me.

"Ken, I had sex a couple of times with guys but only with boys. I'd like to know what it feels like to be fucked by a man with a dick like that. Can I call you when I'm 18?"

"Absolutely. I'd love to have you call me when you are 18."

I stood up, took her in my arms and made sure that my cock was positioned so that it rubbed along her pussy lips. I leaned down and kissed her while moving my hips slightly. She pulled in against me as tightly as she could and moaned into my mouth while we kissed. She pulled her hips back and tried to get my cock into her pussy but I pulled back and broke the kiss. "Naughty, naughty. Not yet sweetness, not just yet."

She stepped back and doubled up her fist and hit me on the arm. "Damn you! You damned men are all alike, just big pussy teasers!"

She stuck her tongue out at me and then turned and ran out of the room and downstairs to get dressed and go home.

Sarah walked up to me and took her fist and hit me on the other arm. "That's for Kali. You had better never tease me like that!"

I crossed my heart with my finger. "Never. I swear!

Sarah nodded and said, "See you Sunday," turned and left.

With both girls gone I turned to Ann. She was lying with her head on one arm and with the other hand she was playing with her pussy.

"Now that you have finished playing with girls, want to play a little more with a woman? Let's see, where were we? Oh, yes. I still need to have some cum in my tummy and some in my ass. Can you do that? Can you make me happy?"

"Which end do you want to start with?"

For the next several hours we played. She sucked me dry, swallowed and proclaimed my cum as among the tastiest that she had ever ingested. After resting and with considerable help from Ann I got hard enough to ass fuck her although the amount of cum I managed was minuscule, this three fucks and cums a day are beginning to wear on me.

Ann is a really hot sex partner. If she puts the same energy into other areas of her life that she puts into sex this girl will be a winner at anything she tries. I think I will turn my ladies loose on her and see just how much staying power she has, God am I devious!

We kissed, hugged and promised to get together again. After Ann left I stripped the bed, threw the sheets and pillowcases from both rooms in the laundry, grabbed a quick shower and realized that I hadn't called Karen. Oh, shit I'm in trouble but I'd be home in 20 minutes so it's too late to call now. I headed home.

When I got home there was no one on the deck or in the hot tub or in the pool. I keyed the intercom, "Hey, I'm home. Where is everybody?"

"Not gonna tell you. You bailed out and left us all alone and now all of a sudden you want company. Too bad!"

Thankfully when a person responds to the intercom it shows where the incoming call is coming from. I didn't respond but went up to Kate's suite and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?"

"The big bad wolf and if you don't let me in I will huff and puff and blow the door down."




Revelation 09 – Friday (Jill)



Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday 
Revelation: 2 – Friday
Revelation: 3 – Saturday
Revelation: 4 – Sunday
Revelation: 5 – Monday 
Revelation: 6 – Tuesday
Revelation: 7 – Wednesday 
Revelation: 8 – Thursday
Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen)
Revelation: 9 – Friday (Karen)
Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken)

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Preface: There was so much activity this day that it was necessary to use 4 chapters to describe all that happened. If you haven't already done so please read Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen) FIRST!

This and the other remaining chapters; Revelation: 9 – Friday (Karen), and Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken) may be read in any order you choose.

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Revelation: 9 – Friday (Jill)

As it grew dark Jill was sitting alone on the deck with a full pitcher of margaritas on the table, In one hand she held a full drink and in the other a freshly lit cigarette. She knew she should quit smoking and she had promised to quit but what the fuck did that promise mean now! Yeah, she'd quit when she was good and ready but not now, not right now, not tonight! She needed this drink and this cigarette, maybe more than a few drinks and cigarettes!

There was just too much to think about. She was having problems with everything she had learned today. She was so pissed and confused! She felt like all she wanted to do was cry, run away and cry. Damn them all! Damn them to hell! She just didn't know what to do. She had to make some decisions and she wasn't at all sure she was going to be happy with some of those decisions.

"Okay," she said to herself, "I should put this drink down and put out this cigarette and get up and go to bed. Maybe I can just fall asleep and then maybe my brain could figure all this out while I sleep." She laughed sarcastically and thought "not likely!"

She jumped when she heard a noise from the area behind the pool house but then realized it was just the gate being opened. She turned her head to see who it was.

I walked up onto the porch and seeing someone sitting in a lounger walked over and saw that it was Jill. I smiled and sat down at the table by her.

"Hi, all alone? Where is everybody?"

Jill didn't return my smile but simply stared at me and took a drag off her cigarette and as she blew out the smoke tersely responded, " I don't know where your wife is but Kate and your mother have gone up to their suite."

At first it slipped by me until I realized she had said 'their suite'. Damn, she evidently knows about Josie and Kate! Does she know more, how much more? Does she know everything? And why is she acting so hostile?

It took some effort not to react so I nodded and smiled but Jill didn't smile back. She just stared at me while she took another sip of her drink and another drag off her cigarette.

Neither of us said anything for a long few minutes. I continued to smile at Jill but she continued to just sit and stare at me. From time to time she would take a drink and a drag off her cigarette. 

During the pregnant silence I was thinking furiously and realized that tonight was not a good time to be socializing with my aunt and certainly not a good time to try to find out what was going on so still smiling I said, "Well, I don't know about you but I'm hungry so I think I'll get a sandwich or something. Is there anything you would like?"

Jill looked at the pitcher of Margaritas sitting on the table next to her. "No, I don't think so."

She knew that she was acting snippy and not her usual self but she didn't feel much like being sociable. Besides, she was pissed at him, she was pissed at them all but especially at him!

"Okay, sure you don't need anything?"

She shook her head no.

"Well, I'll see you later then." I got up and almost ran into the house.

As soon as I was in the house I made a left and headed upstairs to Kate and Josie's suite and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?"

"Me."

"Anyone with you?"

"No, just me."

"Come in, me."

Entering the sitting room I saw Mom reclining on the couch on her back with her legs spread and on the floor, on her knees Kate had her face buried in Mom's pussy. While she was eating Mom she was working a dildo in and out of her own pussy. Mom opened her eyes and smiled at me and then concentrated on what Kate was doing.

I could tell that Mom was getting close to orgasm because her head was back, eyes closed, mouth open and with her hands she was squeezing her nipples. From the frantic motion of the dildo it looked as if Kate wasn't too far away either. Normally I would now be naked and probably either be shoving my cock up Kate's pussy or offering it to Mom to suck but after my experience just now with Jill I was upset and not at all in the mood so I just sat in a chair across from them and waited for them to finish.

Mom opened her eyes, looked at me and crooked her finger at me. I wasn't really in the mood but could not say no to my mother. So I got up, walked over, leaned down and kissed her and replaced her hands on her nipples with my own and Mom put her arms around my neck. While we were kissing she began to moan and I knew that she was beginning to cum. We continued to kiss and I continued to play with her nipples throughout her orgasm and when her climax was finished she broke the kiss and we both looked down to where Kate was removing her head from between Josie's thighs. With a wet faced grin she looking up and asked, "Ken, my arm is a little tired, could you help me out?"

I smiled tightly and walked over to her, knelt down next to her and we kissed sharing Mom's pussy juice. She leaned forward on the couch and removed her hand from the dildo. She looked sexy as hell kneeling with her legs spread, the dildo sticking out of her pussy and her head on the couch. I knelt down behind her and put one hand on her pussy and stroked her clit while, with the other hand I began to fuck her with the dildo.

Josie moved around and stroked Kate's hair while I slid the dildo in and out of her pussy. Shortly, Kate tensed up and I watched as her pussy contracted and grabbed the dildo and she reached her climax.

Removing the dildo I replaced it with the finger of my right hand. I enjoyed the feeling of Kate's wet pussy and at the same time I slipped my left hand between Mom's legs to also feel her wet pussy. In the mood or not, I began to get hard.

Then I remembered why I was there and almost immediately lost my hardon. I gently pulled my fingers out of the ladies.

Josie looked at me and with a somewhat puzzled look said, "Hi, sweetie, why don't you take off your clothes and join us?"

I shook my head, got up and took a seat across from the couch.

Kate got up and sat on the couch, reached down, picked up her drink and took a sip, "Thanks for the help sweetie, Karen with you?"

I replied, "No, she's spending the night with an old college chum at Carter's."

Josie spoke up, "Carter's?"

I gave them a rundown of our day and Karen's desire to have some time to herself and have some fun while leaving out all mention of my time with Helen and Sarah. I figured I could tell them about that later.

Kate looked at Josie and said, "If I could find a guy as considerate as your son I might think about getting married."

Josie laughed, "Like hell you will. For all intents and purposes you are already married and I ain't as considerate as my son! If you go sniffing after strange cock you will have big problems.....unless, of course, you include me!"

Kate laughed at Josie and got up. "Drink anyone?"

Mom and I agreed and when Kate returned with the drinks she raised hers, "Family!"

We sat silently for a while sipping on our drinks. Finally, I put mine down and said, "Uh, look guys, when I came in from the carriage house Aunt Jill was sitting on the deck drinking and smoking and she was not at all sociable. When I asked her where you were she said you two had retired to 'their suite'. What the hell gives?"

Josie looked at Kate and sat up and put her drink down on the coffee table. "Kenny, you know we decided that if Jill was going to stay her with us she had to know about our 'family arrangements'."

"Yeah, I know..." I sat up straight, "Do you mean you already told her?"

Josie replied, "Yes."

I asked, "Everything?"

Josie nodded, "Everything about Kate and me since we first met. I also told her about everything that has happened since Thursday a week ago involving all of us."

That hit me like a punch in the stomach! I knew that sooner or later she was going to have to find out but I wasn't quite ready for her to know this soon. Judging from how Jill was acting tonight she didn't take it well and I was worried about what this would do to her especially coming right after leaving Uncle Joe and thinking she was coming home to her loving family for peace and stability.

I lowered my head and looked down at the table and began to get angry, "So, what did you tell her? Did you tell her that we all fuck each other and anybody else that shows up? That our main activity seems to be sex! That if she wants to stay here she will have to be another pussy in the herd!"

Mom sat up straight, slammed the drink she had just picked up back on the table – I was surprised that the glass didn't break – and said, "Watch your mouth. I don't like that tone or what you just said or what you are implying! Before Jill got here you certainly did not complain about your herd of pussies, did you? Besides, it didn't seem to bother you and Karen this morning when you two were screwing on the deck!"

"You were told to be discreet and I don't call fucking on the deck discreet! For your information mister, it was that little episode that Jill did, in fact, witness that made explaining everything to Jill necessary."

With that Mom folded her arms across her chest and glared at me challenging me to say something else.

Kate played the peacemaker. She put her hand on Mom's shoulder, "Now, I'm sure that Ken really didn't mean what he said as being an accusation, did you Ken? He just misspoke."

When Mom is pissed twice in one day you are treading on very thin ice.

I realized I'd crossed the line and immediately regretted my choice of phrases. I shook my head, took a deep breath and said, "No, I didn't. Look, Mom, I'm sorry that came out that way. Karen and I put you in a bad spot and you just did what you thought had to be done. But, I'm worried, is Aunt Jill going to be okay?"

Mom softened a bit but was still angry. "I hope so but frankly I don't know. It was quite a shock to her and I'm not sure she is ready to deal with learning everything about us." She paused and shook her head, picked up her glass and drained the remainder of her drink. "Truth be told, I think the fact that you have such an uninhibited love life bothers her almost as much as the incest and the knowledge that I'm in a lesbian relationship with Kate."

"What? What do you mean that she is bothered by my sex life?"

"Ken, I think that she is either in love with you or at the very least infatuated with you."

I rocked back in the chair. In love with me, infatuated? No way!

"Aw, come on, that's bullshit."

Mom didn't say anything but let what she said sink in for a minute or two while she held her glass out to Kate who took it, got up and walked into the kitchen to refill it for her. 

Sitting up and putting her elbows on her knees and lowering her head so that her chin was resting on her hands said, "You and she have always been close. When you were very young the two of you were more like older sister and younger brother than aunt and nephew. Then, as you got older you saw her as your very sexy aunt who was your first masturbation fantasy and she started to see you as her fantasy lover. Hell, you two sometimes looked more like boyfriend/girlfriend than aunt and nephew. Her obsession with you at that age is a fairly common form of transference that doesn't usually cause too many problems because it is relatively guilt free. But if it continues over a long period of time it can become a serious problem."

Now I was worried! Damn psychology! But, given everything that Mom said, I couldn't argue with that part about her being my masturbation fantasy, her and her damn green bathing suit! But that part about me being her fantasy lover, or her being obsessed with me, well, that was just psychological bullshit!

Mom continued, "Let's take a look at the entirety of the situation. Jill finds herself in a failed marriage to an older man who is not paying her any attention. There is no family close by and probably not that many close friends for her to talk to so she seeks consolation by having an affair with a younger man, a man about your age who, if I don't miss my guess, probably even resembles you! Then, when she comes to the realization that this is just making the situation worse realizes that she has to leave the marriage. So, she decides to come home to me and to you, her sister and her nephew. She wants to come home to a place that is safe and loving. Subconsciously she now puts me in the role of sister/best friend and you in the role of nephew/lover, not so much physically but emotionally!"

Kate returned with a drink for Mom and also for me. We each took a sip and Mom continues, "So what happens? She arrives to find her family is not just you, me and Karen but also Kate. Instead of coming home to live with me in my house she is coming home to live in Kate's house, instead of being one of four she is one of five and that changes the dynamic for her. She is just starting to adapt to that when, to confuse things even further yesterday, her first day 'home' you admit to her that you have had sexual fantasies about her and you even play a little fondling/petting game with her in her room. That just reinforces her fantasy about you, now she has real hope that there could be a relationship between the two of you.

How in the hell did Mom know about me feeling her up in her bedroom?

"Now her fantasy about you is coming alive and her expectation for the two of you having a relationship also begins to move from fantasy to reality. You are married but she can deal with that, especially when she senses that you and your wife are less than restrictive when it comes to the marriage bed. She is rediscovering her sexuality and then she comes downstairs this morning to get some coffee and what does she see but you and Karen naked and fucking on the deck. So, she watches you two having sex in clear view of the house and she finds that incredibly sexy and fantasizes about it being her instead of Karen that you were fucking."

I was becoming even more concerned and now, even a little scared.

"Ken, keep firmly in mind that this is a woman who is under a great deal of stress. She has given up everything that she thought was hers, her marriage, her husband, her friends, and her home. She has left them all behind, she has nothing but us. I am important to her as her sister and now, her best friend but you, in some ways you are even more important to her as her friend and soon-to-be lover.

Mom stopped and took a sip of her drink. I was sitting listening to this almost in shock. Kate just sat and watched the two of us while sipping her drink.

Josie put her drink down and continued, "Now, what happens next? After coming down and seeing you two on the deck and making you stop, get dressed and leave, I walk into the kitchen to find Jill watching all of this from the kitchen window. When I get over that shock and start to apologize she stops me and in an almost little girl fashion she confides in me that she was getting horny watching you two having sex and she also confides in me that she wishes it were her having sex with you instead of Karen. She then tells me about your little petting scene in her bedroom. She is convinced that you want her as much as she wants you and she asks me if I will be mad at her when you two begin to have your affair. Kenny, this is fantasy moving to reality but with everything else that is going on it is dangerous fantasy!"

Mom leaned forward and looked at me, "We all knew that sooner or later with Jill living here she would discover our relationships. We all knew that sooner or later I was going to have to tell her about us. The problem I have been having was to try and determine if it was better to let her continue with that fantasy about the two of you or to tell her about the reality of our lives, to determine just when the shock of that knowledge would be less dangerous to her mental and emotional state so that she was better able to deal with it. Look at how you reacted when you found out that Kate and I were lovers. And when you found out that your wife, Kate and I were lovers. And when you realized that you and I would become lovers as well. You are about as well balanced mentally and emotionally as anyone I know and yet you had several days that you were emotionally unstable and trying to come to grips with that knowledge. Imagine how Jill is taking it!"

I shook my head in wonderment. "But, Mom, when Karen and I hade sex....."

"Ken, it moved up the timetable. It forced me to tell Jill something that I was not going to tell her until I thought she was more emotionally balanced, more able to deal that knowledge. As a result, right now she is one very confused and conflicted lady and she is very pissed. It is impossible for me to even begin to understand what she must be thinking about you and me. I'm not even sure what our relationship with Jill is going to be in the future. She may reject me, or you or both of us. She may develop a generalized anxiety disorder as a result of this, I simply do not know."

I closed my eyes and felt guilty like I had never before felt guilty. To think that my fondling Jill and then Karen and I fucking on the deck might cause more problems for Jill was almost unbearable to me.

I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay. What do I need to do?"

Josie shook her head. "Frankly, I'm not sure. Christ, all of this is theoretical, I'm not a practicing psychologist! But, we have to do something, that's for sure!"

She took another sip of her drink. "Well, all things considered she seemed to handle the information fairly well. At least she didn't go to pieces when I told her but that, in itself, is suspect too. Naturally, she was shocked to find that we all have sex with each other and participate in group sex among ourselves and with others. But it didn't seem to bother her to learn of the relationship that Kate and I have, or even that Karen is involved with us because I suspect that she is a latent bi-sexual herself. Also, surprisingly, sex between you and I bothered her but not to any extreme that I could see probably because she has had her own incest fantasies involving you. I would say that she seems to be more disturbed by you having almost unrestricted sex with such a wide variety of women, almost a jealous reaction as if you have betrayed her."

I just shook my head. This was so hard to grasp. Jill was jealous of me having sex with other women but less jealous of me having sex with my mother?

"Ken, you have good instincts, for a man. You are warm and caring and you genuinely try to support people and make them comfortable. Rely on that instinct. If Jill avoids you, don't press her; let her come to you when she is ready. If Jill comes to you accept her and treat her like you always have, with love! Frankly, I think she will come to you very soon and, if I don't miss my guess, it will be for sex. Sex is often confused with love and she is seeking our love. She is going to want to know that you lover her and she may equate this to you finding her sexy. She is going to want to be reassured that you won't exclude her. If she does approach you that way treat her gently. Make Jill feel special but not too special, if you know what I mean."




Revelation 09 – Friday (Jill)



Kate got up and got refills for everyone. She sat back down and said, "Well son, you have a hell of a lot to think about. I wish I could do something to help but on this one I am an outsider and it is far better if I fade into the background for a while. Like your Mom I think that you will find a way to make this work. Go with your instincts and don't beat yourself up too badly, it will work itself out, it always does, have faith."

I nodded thinking to myself, "Easy for you to say." I finished my drink and I was suddenly very tired. I closed my eyes, sank back into the chair and rubbed my eyes with my hands. "Well, I've got a lot to think about. God, I hope this works out okay!"


I sat up straight and began getting up while saying, "Okay, well, I'm tired, I gotta think and I'm going to bed. Goodnight Mom, goodnight Kate, thanks and I'm sorry."

I gave each of them a kiss and left.

When I walked back into the kitchen I moved the curtains aside from the window a little and looked out on the deck and saw the glow from a cigarette. Jill was still there sitting in the dark framed by the accent lights from the pool. Now I had to decide what to do. Should I go back out onto the deck and talk to her, should I go back out onto the deck just to say goodnight and go to my suite or should I go around the long way and into the pool house through the back avoiding the her altogether?

The coward in me said go around. We all have a little coward and a little hero in each of us and, if we are very fortunate, most times the hero wins out. I knew that I could not avoid Jill. I cared for her too much to make her feel worse than she felt now, I didn't want her to think I was avoiding her. I just hoped I wouldn't make things worse. I got myself another drink, took a sip, squared my shoulders, opened the door and casually walked out.

Jill was sitting with her eyes closed and going over the events of the day for the ninth or tenth time, she wasn't sure, she'd lost count. She heard the door open and opened her eyes to see who was there. It was a fairly dark night but from the outline she could tell that it was Ken. He walked out on the deck and sat in a chair at the table facing her.

I sat down and took a sip of the drink I was carrying. There was just enough light from the pool lights that I could make out Jill's face and could see her expression but not much else. She wasn't smiling but I smiled anyway and said, "Hi. I thought you might have gone in by now."

No response! She lifted the cigarette she was holding and took a drag. She was looking at me.

What was I going to say? Would she even respond to me? Damn it, I screwed the pouch on this one! Sometimes silence is golden. I just sat there looking at her and drinking my drink.

She reached down and put out her cigarette, took a sip of her drink, took another cigarette out of the pack and lit it. She looked at me and said, "Where is your wife?"

My wife, not Karen but my wife.

"She is spending the night with an old college chum."

"Male or female?"

That doesn't sound good, snide and accusatory in tone. "Her friend Gracie. They hung out together a lot in college but haven't seen each other for a few years. She ran into her today at the beach and Gracie invited her to spend the night so they could catch up on old times."

No way in hell I was going to tell her the truth, not now. I felt guilty about lying to her though.

"So, you are going to be all by yourself tonight. That'll be a change, won't it?"

Now I was completely at a loss how to respond. I didn't say anything I just took another swallow of my drink.

"Ken, how many women have you had sex with?"

"I don't know."

"Not counting my sister, your mother and your wife is it more than 10?"

This isn't going well, not at all!

"Probably, I really don't know."

"Yeah, guess it would be kind of hard to keep track."

She took a sip of her drink, and a drag off her cigarette and blew it out. "You know, I've had sex with exactly 3 men."

I didn't reply.

"My soon-to-be ex-husband, my ex-lover and a boy when I was 15. How many men does it take for me to be able to call myself a slut?"

I didn't reply.

"Come on, you should know, how many men do I have to fuck and how many women do I have to have sex with until I can be an official part of this family?"

"None! Jill, you are family!"

"Really? Well, from what I've heard this is a pretty freewheeling, no holds barred family. What, do you have a training program or some sort of initiation that I have to go through or criteria I have to meet before I can be a full-fledged member? Tell me how it works!"

"Jesus, Aunt Jill. Give me a break here. You are family; you don't have to do anything but be who you are. We love you and we want you to be here with us. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, ever!"

"Well, that's nice. So, what am I supposed to do, sit and watch you all getting it on whenever and wherever you want. Maybe I'll be having some lunch out her on the deck while you and my sister fuck on one of these chairs, or maybe while your wife, your mother and your mother have a little girl-girl-girl orgy in the hot tub? No, I don't think so! But suppose, just suppose I want to put the last 20 or so years behind me and step into a new life of liberated woman, what does that take, what do I have to do to be 'liberated'?"

Oh, this is going well, really well!

"Aunt Jill, I just don't know what to say to you. I'm so sorry that you had to find out this way. I feel really bad about all of this but I don't know what to say or do to make you feel better. You are home, this is your family! We love you and we certainly will never do anything to hurt you or make you feel bad. You don't have to do anything. Just be who you want to be."

"Yeah, right! So, tell me what it's like to have unrestricted sex, to be able to have sex with whomever you want whenever and wherever you want? Are there any rules? Can you just decide to fuck somebody and they have to let you? For example, if you decided you wanted to fuck me could you just walk over and tap me on the shoulder and I'd have to lie down and spread my legs? That is, if you wanted to fuck me. I mean you have soooo many women to choose from I can't imagine why you would but just suppose you did, how would that work?

Aw, fuck, fuck, fuck! I should have let the coward in me win. How was I going to explain to Jill?

"Okay, you want it straight? No bullshit?"

"Straight, no bullshit would be nice!"

"Until tonight, until I now see how this is affecting you, it has been great! It's hard to describe how free I feel and I don't mean free to have sex. I mean free to be myself. Yeah, we all have sex with each other and we have sex often but that is not what this is all about. We, each of us, are free to say yes or no, we are free to wear clothes or not, we are free to just relax completely and be what we are a loving family who are sexual creatures. I don't know any other way to explain it to you. If one of us decided that they didn't want to be sexually active with the rest of us we would not press them or make them feel less a part of the family. It would be their choice and we would always respect that and, and we would continue to love them!"

Jill nodded her head and took another sip of her drink.

I took a deep breath and decided to let it all out. "Aunt Jill, I want to make love to you! I have always wanted to make love to you! You have been and still are my fantasy woman. Even now there are nights when I lie in bed and think of you, when I play with myself and think of you."

"This isn't about choosing one woman over another. I couldn't do that! I couldn't be in some sort of contest. I love Karen, I love Mom, I love Kate and I love you! I have feelings for the women I have sex with, I care for them and I care about them but there are only four women that I love and I love each of them in a different way. With you here now, nothing will ever happen between us unless it is something you want to happen and I speak for all of us, for myself and for Karen, Mom and Kate as well. You will be free to do what you want, when you want and how you want and we will continue to love and respect you just like we do now!"

Jill shook her head, reached over, picked up her glass and took another sip from her drink. When she put it down she lit up another cigarette and just sat smoking and looking at me with no expression on her face that I could read.

"Kenny, I've tried to be whatever other people wanted me to be. My whole life I did what I was supposed to and I got nothing for it. I married a man that my father thought I should marry. I did what my husband thought I should do and I was what he wanted me to be and still it all fell apart. Now, all of that is gone, all those years wasted."

I wanted to get up, go over to her and hold her but I thought it would be better, for now, to stay where I was. "Jill, I'm so sorry. I don't know how to tell or show you how sorry I am, or how happy that you are home with us now. We can't do anything about what you've gone through but we can help you start over and make your life whatever you want it to be from now on."

"Yesterday, in my suite, you told me that I was your masturbation fantasy, that you thought about me a lot and now you just said the same thing again so I have to believe you. Well, I thought about you a lot too. And I masturbated thinking about you. As a matter of fact, in the last few years married to your uncle Joe I masturbated thinking about you more than a lot. As a matter of fact even after fucking my lover I would come home and play with my myself while wishing it was you that I had been fucking!"

Jill looked down at her glass, which was half full and refilled it from the pitcher and took a sip. She sat as if waiting for me to say something and I had nothing I could say.

As we sat there looking at each other I realized that I was starting to get aroused watching Jill smoke. I hate smoking and the smell of smoke yet here I was getting horny watching her smoke, it doesn't make any sense, none at all!

Unfortunately, not wearing underwear sometimes causes a problem because my cock was trapped in the shorts and it was causing me some discomfort as it got harder.

Assuming that Jill could not see what I was doing I shoved my hand down in my shorts to rearrange myself but, instead of removing my hand when my cock was free, I began to stroke it.

We sat there in silence for a time, Jill smoking and drinking and me playing with my cock. I know, in light of everything that was happening for me to be playing with myself at this juncture didn't show much class but dammit, I just could not help myself, Jill looked so fucking sexy sitting there smoking and anyway, where I was sitting the pool lights would not let her see what I was doing so what's the harm?

Jill took a drag off the cigarette and tilted her head up to exhale the smoke. "You get excited watching me smoke!"

Say what? How in the hell does she know that? That wasn't a question, it was a statement of fact.

When I didn't respond right away she said, "I was watching you yesterday in my suite while I was smoking. You seemed to enjoy watching me. And now you are playing with yourself while I smoke. Does this make you horny?" And she slowly and seductively brought the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag on it and then removing the cigarette tilted her head up and slowly blew the smoke out.

When she did that I increased the stroking of my cock which was now fully hard and wanting to blow something out too!

"Well, you do don't you Kenny? You get horny watching me smoke a cigarette. You know I can see you playing with your cock.

Aw, fuck, tonight I can't even jackoff without causing a problem!

"How do you know I'm playing with myself?"

"The door to the house is almost directly behind you, you are backlit. I can pretty much see everything you are doing. Can you turn on some lights out here?"

"Sure, how much light do you want?

"Just enough to see a little better."

I got up and went to the light switches and turned on the floor lighting. This was more in the form of accent lighting and provided enough light to see where you're walking but not enough to, say, read by.

"Is that okay or do you want more light?"

"That's enough. Now come back here."

I walked back and sat down. Jill was still smoking but now she was smiling too. Smiling is a good thing!

She blew out more smoke and said, "Your mother tells me that all of you usually go naked around the house."

I nodded.

She smiled some more and watching my face took another drag off the cigarette and again exhaled the smoke very slowly. I was siting there with my cock trying to get out of my shorts.

"Well, why don't you take them off?"

"What? Excuse me."

"Take off your clothes! That bulge in your shorts looks interesting and I want to see if, after all these years, my fantasy is close to reality. I want to know what you look like naked. You all go around naked so this should be no big deal."

Okay, if that's what she wants, I'll oblige her. What the hell! I stood up and started to pull the shirt over my head.

"Not over there! Come over here!" She pointed to a spot a foot from her lounger.

I smiled at her and walked over to where she indicated and pulled my shirt over my head and then pulled down my shorts and stepped out of them. My cock sprung free and was aimed directly at Jill and unbelievably it was getting even harder! I stood there and let her look at me.

Her eyes grew a bigger as my cock continued to get harder. She took a deep breath and another drag off her cigarette. "Turn around slowly, let me see all of you!" I did and ended up facing her. Neither of us said anything. She looked and I stood until finally she lifted her left hand and reached out and touched my cock with her fingertips. For a few minutes she just brushed the head of my cock with her fingertips and then looked up at me and said, "You are a lot bigger than I pictured you. You're beautiful!"

I smiled at her, "So are you!"

For the first time she smiled broadly and said, "No I'm not. But thank you for saying that. Besides, you haven't seen me naked, when you do you will change your mind."

"I don't think so. To me you will always be my beautiful, sexy Aunt Jill. I have my fantasies too, you know."

Her smile got wider and now she was stroking my cock.

"You don't really expect me to believe that do you?"

"Why not, it's the truth and I've never lied to you about how I feel about you and you know that!"

"Why should you have fantasies about an old woman when you have all the young women you want not to mention my sister and your mother, who, I have to admit are, in your terms, hot."

"Because you are my Aunt Jill, the sexiest woman I know, the woman I dreamed of since I was old enough to know what sex was and you are at least as hot as my mother or my mother!"

"You really mean that don't you?"

"I do!"

She smiled at me and looked at my cock that she was stroking, very nicely by the way."

"What kind of fantasies?"

"You really want to know?

She nodded.

"In detail or just a summary?"

"Details!"

"Well, for starters..." and I spent at least 10 minutes describing some of my fantasies involving her and I didn't hold back. All the time she didn't look at me but watched my cock as she stroked me. As I told my fantasies I noticed an increase in her breathing and she was occasionally taking deep breaths."

"So you like oral sex?"

"Very much."

"Your uncle doesn't and Vince didn't seem to care for it much either, unless I was doing him. Sex with Vince was not really very satisfying, it was almost always just a wham, bam, thank you ma'am quick fuck."

Vince? Vince must be her ex-lover. "Well, one thing I can promise you is that there will be no 'wham, bam, thank you ma'ams' around here unless that is what you want and besides I'm not going anywhere for awhile, how about you?"

Her eyes widened and she looked up at me with a sly grin, "Is that an offer or a request?"

"An offer."

"You're serious!"

"Very!"

She looked up at me with a smile. "Are you offering to fuck me or asking for oral sex or are you offering to give me oral sex?"

"If you mean do I want to fuck you, you bet! Do you mean do I want to feel you lips on my cock, without a doubt. However, if you mean do I want to eat your pussy, that's exactly what I mean! It would be both my pleasure and a fulfillment of one of my fantasies."

Jill stopped stroking me and lowered her head. I was afraid I crossed the line and she was getting angry again. Then she raised her face to look at me and I swear I could see tears in the corner of her eyes as she continued to fondle my cock. In a very soft and wistful voice she said, "Kenny, I have thought about you doing that to me so many times," and she shook her head.

"Doing what, fucking you or eating you?"

"Both, but especially the eating part."

"Okay, you've seen me naked now I want to see you naked. Take off your clothes!"

"No, Kenny, not here, not now. I'm a little drunk and if we ever have sex I want to be sober enough to enjoy every second of it and to remember it!"

"So, if you fall asleep while we're having sex I promise, when I'm done, to carry you up and put you to bed and tell you all about it in the morning. Besides, you can always remember the next time."

"Next time?"

"And the time after that, and the time after that and the time after that! Trying to imitate her bad British accent of yesterday I said, "Madam, your loving nephew is offering you his services whenever and wherever you desire. I am yours to command." And I executed a very bad bow.

Her eyes widened, she smiled widely and took a deep breath. "My, oh my! You are somewhat impetuous and forward aren't you, young man?"

She sat there, stroking me and looked up at me with a grin and took another drag off her cigarette and leaned down and slowly blew it out onto my cock.

Dramatically I moaned.

She laughed. "Do you want to do something for me? Something that I like?"

I nodded. "Certainly!"

Will you cum for me? I love to watch a man cum."

"As madam wishes!" Dropping the accent I said, "How about this, you get naked and then we both lie down on that recliner over there and while I am seeing how sweet you taste you can help me cum. How does that sound?"

Aunt Jill smiled, looked intently at my face and put out her cigarette. She took a sip of her drink and it looked like she used the alcohol to rinse out her mouth then she extended her hand and I took it and helped her stand up. When she was standing she turned her back to me reached around and unhooked the top of her bathing suit and then pulled down her bottoms. Standing back up she took a deep breath and turned around and faced me.

Nice, really nice! She was a slightly younger version of my mother and quite nicely preserved. Her breasts had just a little sag and she had a little bit of a belly but outside of that I liked what I was seeing very much. But we were going to have to get that pubic hair under control!"

I couldn't really tell but it looked like she was blushing. She looked at me questioningly.

"Aunty Jill, you are absolutely beautiful! Even more than I dreamed. I like what I see, I like it very much and so does George!"

"George?"

I pointed down at my cock, "George."

She laughed and put her hand out and took hold of George and shook him, "It is really nice to meet you George, and I hope I see more of you."

"You will see as much of him as you want," I stepped forward and took her in my arms. She came into my embrace easily and I squatted down so that I could slide my cock between her legs to let it rub and touch her pussy lips and clit. She closed her eyes and pushed her hips forward against me. I leaned into her and we kissed while I slid George back and forth against her. I gotta get her to stop smoking or at least brush her teeth before we kiss again. Rinsing with margaritas just doesn't cut it!




Revelation 09 – Friday (Jill)



She now had her head resting against my shoulder and was dry fucking me back but I didn't want either of us to cum this way. I stepped back and picked her up and carried her over to the recliner and laid her down.

I lay down next to her and we kissed and fondled each other. Her breathing, and mine for that matter, was ragged. She looked flushed and if she was half as excited as I was she was very aroused. But I wanted her to know just how much I loved her so I was going to spend as much time as she needed in just fondling and kissing. And, believe me, that was no chore! As I fondled her breasts and stroked her clit she stroked George. We lay like that for quite a few minutes before I asked her, "My very sexy Aunt, are you ready?"

"Oh, yes my very sexy nephew, I am ready!"

I got up and lay back down again on my side so that my head was even with her pussy. I helped her roll onto her side with her bottom leg pulled up so that I could lay my head on the inside of her thigh and the other leg also pulled up with her foot flat on the lounger and her knee pointing to the sky. She was wide open to my mouth and tongue.

I reached in and caressed her pussy then spread her pussy lips and leaned in and ran my tongue over all of the vaginal opening. She moaned and moved her hips toward my tongue. Very gently I spread her lips and inserted my finger into her, stroked it in and out several times and found that she was already nicely wet. Then, while finger fucking her I paid attention to her clit.

Aunt Jill was moaning almost continuously and moving her hips forward against my tongue. I took my tongue off her clit and began to lick downward to the opening of her vagina but I didn't stop and continued onto the area between her vaginal opening and asshole known, in cruder circles, as the 't'aint' (t'aint asshole and 't'aint' pussy).

When she sensed where my tongue was heading she tensed up and seemed to begin to move her hips away from my tongue but I held her hips in place and very softly and gently began to lick around her asshole without directly touching it. Realizing how good that felt she pushed her hips back toward my tongue and moaned. Then, after teasing her for a few minutes I touched her ass with my tongue and she literally jumped.

"Oh, my god, what are you doing? Kenny, no one ever did that to me, that feels wonderful!"

With that encouragement I paid a lot of attention to her ass with my tongue while I continued to finger fuck her and play with her clit. Now I moved my hand around and, with my index finger, began to press lightly against her ass as I tongued the area. She was moving her hips against my finger now and I took that as an invitation to insert my finger into her. I applied pressure lightly but firmly until I felt my finger begin to enter her anus. When it was in about an inch and I could feel the pressure of the sphincter muscle I stopped and let her become accustomed to the feeling. Evidently she had never been fingered or fucked in her ass before.

I felt her sphincter spasm several times and then loosen and I continued to insert my finger. Jill was a very active partner in this invasion now moving her hips in a fucking motion while saying, "Oh, my! Your putting your finger in my ass. God, I never knew it felt that good. Oh, Kenny!

When my finger was almost fully inserted in her ass I began to rotate it and slowly fuck her with it. At the same time I continued licking on her clit. I didn't know how she would react but I removed my finger from her pussy and put my first and index fingers together and inserted them into her pussy and shifted from licking her clit to sucking on it.

Jill had been stroking my cock very nicely all this time. Soft and yet firm she would stroke me and then make a circle out of her thumb and first finger and hold me just below the head and rotate her hand and fingers. That, coupled with her stroking with the other hand was getting me close.

Then, of a sudden, as I played with her ass and pussy and sucked on her clit I felt her warm lips encircle the head of my cock while she stroked me. It felt so warm and nice that I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load.

We were both enjoying each other. Our first time together and it was all that I thought it might be. Jill is a very quiet lover, she makes almost no noise so I had no indication that she was ready when, all of a sudden she tensed, shoved her hips at my mouth and fingers and started cummin. On my fingers in her ass and in her pussy I felt the first clamping down of her muscles. At the same time her mouth came off my cock and she threw her head back and moaned quietly. She had 7 or 8 of these spasms and all appeared to be about the same strength then, as the spasms decreased in intensity, she slumped down.

Jill had a hard time breathing and her heart was pounding as if it would never stop. No one had ever done those things to her before, especially putting fingers in her ass and when Kenny sucked on her clit, wow! Her orgasm had come so quickly and had been as intense and pleasurable as any she could remember.

My cock had been forgotten but now she slowly started to stroke me again. I kept my fingers in her and shifted from sucking on her clit to just lightly brushing it with my tongue and each time I touched it she jumped.

Again I felt her mouth back on me and she again resumed stroking me. She was so gentle that the touch was more like that of a butterfly. But, for some reason, I found it extremely stimulating and I felt the beginning of the buildup of cum.

"Jill, I'm going to cum."

She abruptly removed her mouth from my cock and with both hands stroked me more firmly and I could feel the first surge of cum as it began to move. I removed my fingers from her ass and pussy and pulled her hips in closer to me and put my mouth over as much of her pussy as I could and I sucked and I came. This cum was not very spectacular because I had little cum left in me but it felt wonderful nonetheless. Throughout Jill kept stroking me with one hand while, with the other, she rubbed her palm over the tip of my cock adding to the sensations I was feeling.

When he finished shooting Jill's hands were coated with cum. She rubbed his cum between her fingers on one hand as she continued to fondle his cum-coated cock with the other. She had never really tasted a man's cum before and although she had wanted to let him cum in her mouth she chickened out at the last moment. She thought to herself that Kenny seemed to enjoy both what she had done and was doing and she certainly enjoyed what he did to her! But shortly it must have been too much for him because he reached down and removed her hand from his cock. He was still licking her and she liked that. He really seemed to enjoy eating her pussy and if he enjoyed it that much, why, it would be a shame not to let him do it again....and again, and again and she giggled.

I heard her giggle like a schoolgirl but I had to pull back and sit up. Jill looked up at me smiling and showed me her cum covered hands. I smiled and leaned down and kissed her. "Dear Aunt Jill, this was even better than my fantasy. You tasted wonderful!"

"Oh, baby, I wanted to let you cum in my mouth but I chickened out. I'm sorry! You have made me feel so wonderful Kenny. I love you!"

"And I love you. Let me get you something to wipe you hands on." I got up and brought my shirt back for her to clean her hands on.

She wiped her hands on my shirt cleaning them of most of my cum and when she had them clean handed the shirt back to me. I dropped it on the deck by the lounger. She held out her arms to me and I leaned down to her and we kissed some more. She is a very good kisser!

"Well, nephew, you have made your old aunt very happy! I love what you did to me. I'm sorry that I didn't let you cum in my mouth."

"Aunty Jill, don't worry about it. What you did was great, wonderful, stupenduous! I am not complaining at all and, someday, when and if you are ready to let someone cum in your mouth, I will gladly be your first volunteer! Besides, it was more important to me that you get pleasure tonight."

Jill smiled at him and nodded and then noticed a drop or two of cum on her breast that she hadn't noticed before and, with the tip of her finger, she wiped them off and held them up to look at. Then, making a decision, she held her fingesr up for me to see and then brought it to her mouth and slowly stuck out her tongue and while continuing to look at me licked the cum off. Using her tongue she swished the cum around inside her mouth and then making a show of it swallowed and smiled broadly.

"It has a strange texture but it doesn't taste bad at all. I might get to like it!"

I laughed and hugged her. "Not tonight you won't. We both need a shower and sleep."

I helped her up and she stood there swaying slightly. I leaned in and kissed her lightly. She closed her eyes and then reached her arms up and put them around my neck and pulled me into a very soft yet passionate kiss. When the kiss ended I put my arm around her waist and, both of us still naked, went inside and up to her suite.

Once inside the suite I guided her to the bathroom and supported her while I turned on the shower and then helped her in. After she was in the shower I got in with her and we washed each other, paying special attention to those areas that we each found interesting. We got out, dried each other off and sharing her toothbrush we brushed our teeth. I then led her to the bed and she turned around, stood straight and said, with a slight slur "Well, now you see me naked in the light. Am I still your masturbation fantasy?

"If I thought I could get hard again I would sit in that chair and jack off just looking at you. You are hot lady, really hot! You always have been and always will be my sexy Aunt Jill and you don't need a green bathing suit either!"

She laughed and started weaving so I helped her onto the bed and under the top sheet. I leaned down, kissed her forehead and said, "Goodnight Aunt Jill, sleep well. I love you!"

As I turned to start for the door she took my hand and said, "I don't want to be alone, sleep with me tonight."

I thought for a minute and since Karen wasn't coming home I looked down at her and smiled. "Okay, I don't want to be alone either."

She smiled and closed her eyes; the alcohol had finally gotten to her. I walked to the other side of the bed and crawled into bed next to her. When I turned out the light I rolled over onto my right side and slid in behind her and pressed up against her and reached my left hand around and cupped her left breast.

Jill made a 'mmmmm' sound, snuggled back against me and put her right hand over my left and squeezed it. Then she was asleep. I fell asleep shortly thereafter.



Revelation 09 – Friday (Karen)



Revelation 09 – Friday (Karen)

Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday 
Revelation: 2 – Friday
Revelation: 3 – Saturday
Revelation: 4 – Sunday
Revelation: 5 – Monday 
Revelation: 6 – Tuesday
Revelation: 7 – Wednesday 
Revelation: 8 – Thursday
Revelation: 9 - Friday (Ken & Karen)
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Preface:  There was so much activity this day that it was necessary to use 4 chapters to describe all that happened.  If you haven't already done so please read Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen) FIRST!

This and the other remaining chapters; Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken), and Revelation: 9 – Friday (Jill) may be read in any order you choose.

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Revelation: 9 – Friday (Karen)

After saying goodbye to Ken and, with a kiss for Georgia, Karen went into the store and bought a beach bag, some towels, sun block, bottles of water in a cooler and energy bars. Deciding not to use a locker, she went into the ladies room and took off her clothes and put them in her bag. Now, properly nude, she was going cock hunting! She walked out onto the path leading down to the beach.

At the beach she paused and scanned the area. She saw quite a few couples either lying out or in the water but there didn't seem to be many single guys lying out. Hmmm, maybe she would have to see about doing a threesome! She decided to check out the cove. You could usually find one or more couples or threesomes enjoying some nice sex out on the beach yet somewhat sheltered from the beach. If she put her blanket down in the cove that would be a signal that she was available for some fun. One way or the other she would find somebody to fuck her! Better yet, she would make sure that the guys found her!

She put her head back, pushed her tits out and, as best she could walking in sand, sauntered down the beach looking for a conquest.

She felt eyes on her as she walked. She loved having people look at her!

The cove was sparsely populated but there were some interesting looking possibilities. There was one towel with a hunky looking guy all by himself. She smiled at the hunk and spread her towel on the sand. Bending over from the waist (so that her ass and pussy were clearly visible) she put down her bag and took out the sun block and ever so deliberately and slowly began to coat herself making sure that she covered her tits and pussy completely and obviously!

Now she needed someone to help her by putting the sun block on her back and as she started to turn around and ask the hunk for assistance she heard a familiar voice call out, "Karen? Karen! Oh, my god, it is you," from behind her.

Karen turned around but at first couldn't see who was calling her. Then she saw a girl coming out of the water waving her hand. At first she didn't recognize her but as she got closer Karen thought to herself, "Gracie?".

When she got closer Karen recognized that cute body, "Karen! I thought that was you! How are you?"

"Gracie? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Showing off, same as you," and Gracie began to laugh. 

By this time both women were hugging each other and doing the kissy cheek thing, which was eliciting even more attention from those people around them.

"Are you by yourself?"

"Yeah, you?"

"No. Pick up your towel and come over here and let me introduce you to my husband and his brother," and tugging Karen along by the hand she led her over to the towel on which a rather large tanned man was laying on his stomach watching the two women approach. With a large smile he stood up and kissed Gracie and then put out his hand to Karen. The hunk was at least 6'5" tall, tanned (all over) and cute!

Karen took his hand, squeezed it seductively and smiled back. Without really being aware that she did so she glanced down and saw that his cock was at least as big as Ken's and maybe a little bigger. When she looked up he was grinning and then he obviously let his eyes roam over her body. She glanced over at Gracie she saw a slight grin on her face. Karen began blushing.

"Karen, this is my husband, Paul. Paul, this is an old college friend, Karen." Karen decided that she wanted him to fuck her!

"I was watching you try to figure out how you were going to put that sunblock on your back. May I be of some assistance," Paul said with a smile that was also a leer.

Karen looked at Gracie who, with a smile, nodded her approval. Karen handed Paul the sunblock, turned around and waited.

Gracie was an old college chum. They had started out together in their freshman year and became friends and occasional bed companions. At that time they were both just really starting to explore their sexuality. 

In college Karen learned that she leaned more toward girls while Gracie leaned more toward boys and she seemed to fall in love about every other week or so with some jock or frat boy or cute guy. As time went by Karen and Gracie saw less and less of each other except in class and an occasional sex session when Gracie had broken up with her latest boyfriend and need some consoling. And then, sometime in her senior year, Karen realized that Gracie was simply gone.

Paul took his time applying the sunblock making sure that the sides of her breast were completely covered as well as her ass and even running a finger up and down her ass crack. Karen was getting hornier!

When Karen judged that she was sufficiently covered she turned around and with a big smile thanked Paul. They all took seats on the towel and while sitting down Gracie filled Karen in on her life after leaving college. In their senior year Gracie fell in love (for the 18th time) with an assistant professor who was married. Shortly she found herself pregnant and also found out he was not going to leave his wife and marry her, pregnant or not. She decided against an abortion so she left school and went home to have the baby but began to have trouble with her pregnancy. In her 6th month she discovered that she had developed toxemia and it was severe enough that she was hospitalized while they tried to save the baby but the toxemia was too far advanced and the baby was stillborn. 

It was in the hospital that she first met Paul. He was the attending physician when she was admitted. To make a long story short, he visited her every day that she was in the hospital and after she lost the baby and checked out, continued to visit her at home and call her. After a short time they were married. Gracie finally found her true love on the 19th try!

Karen sized them up: Paul is 33, Gracie is 27. Paul is 6' 5", Gracie is 5' 2"; Paul weighs about 240, Gracie weighs maybe 105; Paul has dark brown hair, Gracie is a natural blond; Paul is ruggedly cute, Gracie is pixyish; Gracie is a hyper personality, Paul is very laid back. A perfect match!

During a break for air Gracie said, "Oh, here comes Lenny!" Gracie pointed up the beach to a young, tall, tanned guy walking down the beach toward them carrying drinks. She waved at Lenny and he waved back.

"Lenny is Paul's half-brother. He's 19, a sophomore in college taking pre-med. He bugged us so much that we finally brought him with us to his first nude beach. It's really cute to see how often he gets a hardon watching the girls. He's seen you, look at his cock," and she giggled.

"Gracie, will you stop teasing my brother. I have a hard enough time not getting a hardon myself, especially with Karen sitting here."

"Well, you better try harder because your cock isn't cooperating," and she laughed and reached over and stroked Paul's hardening cock.

Karen looked down and dramatically took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. Then, looking at Paul and then at Gracie she said, "My, oh my. I think you have a keeper there girlfriend!"

Paul laughed and Gracie smiled even more broadly while continuing to stroke Paul's cock.

By this time Lenny had come up to the towel. He leaned down and handed Paul the drinks and quickly sat down on the towel to try to conceal his evident hardon.

"Hi, I'm Lenny." He put out his hand and Karen took it. Lenny was definitely Paul's brother. Almost as tall as Paul, maybe 6' 3" with hair a little lighter he still had Paul's looks and a definite tan line.

"I'm Karen, it is really nice to see you," and she let her glance go down to his hardon then back up to his face. Lenny began to blush.

Karen thought to herself, "Jesus, this kid is as big as his brother. I want to fuck him too, I want both of them to fuck me – at the same time!"

Paul, taking a drink and realizing that Lenny was embarrassed, and trying to protect his brother from any further teasing by Gracie put the drinks down, nudged him and stood up. "Come on, little brother, let's hit the water and cool off a bit," and he looked at Karen and winked. "These ladies have some catching up to do."

Lenny looked up and smiled when he saw Paul looking down at Karen. "Yeah, know what you mean." 

Looking directly at Karen he said, "See you later?"

Karen smiled and said, "Count on it!"

Lenny grinned from ear to ear and nodded and he and Paul walked off into the water.

"I think you just kicked his horniness up to about a 15 on a scale of 10."

"He's cute and sooooo young it might be a lot of fun to see how horny he really is! Besides, my horniness meter reads 20!"

"So, Karen, what have you been up to? Did you graduate? Did you get married?"

Karen filled Gracie in with an edited edition of her life since college. Leaving out all references to their most recent change in lifestyle.

"So, you married the massage guy, then?

"Yeah, I married the massage guy."

"You know, I never did get a massage from him but from what I heard from other girls he is a really good masseur."

"He is. If you want I can arrange a massage for you sometime, no problem."

"Yeah, that would be fun. I've never had a massage."

They sat there in silence for a few minutes Gracie sipping her drink and Karen sipping on a bottle of water. Each watching Paul and Lenny.

"So, Karen, do you like being married? As I remember it you were pretty much a free spirit in college. Are you happy with only one guy?"

Karen responded, "Very! And who says I'm not still a free spirit," as she grinned at Gracie and raised both eyebrows in a questioning look, "I'm here all by myself. " How about you?"

"You betcha! With Paul I found out more about myself than I thought possible. In college I was always looking for love and not finding it. With Paul I found it. He is a wonderful man and very understanding, if you know what I mean."

"You two have an 'understanding'"?

"Yeah. You know me; I was always having sex with any guy that wanted to fuck hoping I could find someone to love me. Now, with Paul, I don't need to have sex to find love. Now I can just enjoy sex for the pleasure."

"In other words Paul doesn't mind you having sex with other people?"

"No, and I don't mind if he has sex with other people either. We love and trust each other that much."

Karen laughed, "Yeah, Ken and I have the same understanding. Getting it on with Lenny too?"

Gracie laughed and gave a dramatic sigh, "Not yet, Paul and I have talked about it and he doesn't have a problem with it but, I don't know, it just hasn't happened. But it will! He is cute and nicely equipped, as you have noticed"

"Both of them are nicely equipped."

"So, how is it you're here by yourself, Paul working?"

"Nope. He dropped me off. Today is my day to do what I want with whom I want. I'm looking!"

The girls sat there in silence for several minutes, both of them watching Paul and Lenny horsing around in the surf.

"Karen, are you looking at my husband's cock or Lenny's cock?"

"Both!"

She laughed. "Well how about coming back to our Winnebago and having a snack and some drinks and we'll reminisce some more. We've been out on the beach all day and need a break from the sun."

"I can't possibly refuse such a gracious invitation. I accept!"

Gracie laughed, stood up and started walking down to the water to where Paul and Lenny were still horsing around in the water. Gracie's ass was just as cute as she remembered it. Wow! Maybe a four-way? Karen watched as Gracie motioned them in and stood there talking with both of them. She saw Paul and Lenny look up in her direction and then back at Gracie and they talked some more then the three of them started walking back toward the towel.

Her pussy twitched!

As they came up to the towel she heard Paul say, "Gracie's right, we've been out long enough. Time to go back to the camper have some drinks and something to eat. We can come back out later this evening."

Lenny was grinning from ear to ear and trying not to make it too obvious that he was scooping Karen out.

"Okay, big brother. Let's go," and he quickly began to pack up their stuff.

Karen smiled inwardly and trying to look casual got up and stretched, making sure that her girly assets were clearly on display and giving both Paul and Lenny a real good look.

As she bent down to begin packing up her stuff she glanced over at Gracie and caught her looking back with a knowing smile on her face. Gracie nodded and winked. Okay, let's go get fucked!

With Gracie leading the way, they started off down the beach toward the pad area where the campers parked. Gracie led, Karen followed and Paul and Lenny were last in line and both, no doubt, watching Karen's ass as she walked. She thought she heard them whispering to each other as they walked. She grinned. 

Karen caught up with Gracie. "Is that Winnebago yours?"

Gracie looked at Karen and grinned. "Yeah, cost a fortune to buy and run but it sure is comfortable and we spend a lot of time in it. When we're not on the road Lenny lives in it when he is home from college. He calls it his party central!"

They walked to the pad area and to the last pad in line. There parked was the largest Winnebago she had seen, not that she had seen that many!

"Wow, that's a big mother!" 

Gracie turned her head and smiled, "Winnebago Tour. Nice comfortable home away from home. We were lucky that they had a pad big enough to park it, that's why we are down at the end away from the other campers."

"Sometimes I kinda like a little privacy," and she giggled.

Gracie laughed and raised her eyebrows.

The area where they were parked was screened on three sides by heavy bushes, trees and shrubs. It was private. The closest camper to them was three pads up and around a bend in the road.

Outside the Winnebago and under its extendable awning were three portable, folding deck chairs with folding tables next to each of them. They were arranged in a semi-circle facing a standard camp table with benches welded onto each side. Outside of hookups the camp provided only the barest essentials for the larger pads assuming, correctly, that anyone with a mobile home would already have everything they need with them.

Gracie walked up to the door and opened it and entered the Winnebago assuming that Karen would follow her. Karen had been inside a few smaller campers but when she entered the Winnebago she was impressed. It was very spacious and looked like it would be very comfortable to spend time in it.

When she came into the mobile home Karen stopped after coming through the door. Paul, coming in behind her almost ran into her. She felt him press against her lightly and swore she could feel his cock searching for her pussy. Rather than move out of his way she pressed back slightly and Paul responded by pushing slightly harder into her and then the contact was lost.

Gracie who was moving off toward the rear of the motor home to begin the tour for Karen was not aware of this byplay but had started describing the layout and fixtures. Karen looked back over her shoulder at Paul and very deliberately moved two steps backward until she was in full contact with him; she shimmied her ass a little and then smiling, moved off after Gracie. When she caught up with her she looked back again and saw that his cock had grown a little bigger.

"Oh, boy am I horny," she thought!

"We bought the 40KD model because we wanted a king-sized bed. Kenny sleeps up front behind the passenger seat on the sofa bed right near where we came in. She took time to show her the bathroom, kitchen and lounge area. It was obvious to Karen that Gracie really liked her little play toy.

After ooh-ing and ahh-ing and making Gracie feel good. Karen excused herself and went into the bathroom to tidy up. When she came out Paul was gone. Gracie was in the kitchen area making a pitcher of margaritas and they carried the pitcher and glasses out and put them on the picnic table.

Paul and Kenny came over and filled glasses and took them back and sat down on the deck chairs. Gracie filled a glass for Karen and then for herself and indicated that Karen should take the other deck chair.

"No, you take it. I'll just sit here," and she turned, climbed up on the bench seat and then and sat down on the table with her feet on the bench facing the deck chairs. Gracie had just sat down and taken a sip and when she realized what Karen was doing looked over at Paul and Lenny.

Karen took a sip of her drink. She smiled at the three of them and moved a bit letting her knees open. She saw two cocks start to rise. She put her drink down and said, "The sun feels so good," she closed her eyes and put her hands behind her on the table and leaned back. She wiggled her ass a bit as if getting more comfortable and moved her feet opening her legs a bit more. Her clean-shaven pussy was on display.

She sat up and looked down at her pussy and said, "Gracie, do you think I need more sunblock? I wouldn't want to get a burn."

Gracie laughed. "Maybe this needs a doctor's opinion. Paul, would you check and see if Karen needs more sunblock?"

"Love to!" He got up and walked over to the table. Karen lifted her head and watched his cock leading the way. He looked at her and smiled. "Well, let's see what we have here." He squatted down until his face was level with Karen's pussy.

"Hmmmm." He reached out and put his hands on Karen's knees and looking up at her said, "Could you let me have a better view, please?"

Karen nodded and spread her legs wider.

"Interesting! Lenny, as a pre-med student you need to be alert to the warning signs of sun exposure. Could you come over here for a minute?"

Kenny damn near vaulted out of his chair and in a heartbeat was kneeling next to Paul.

Looking up at Karen Paul said, "Miss, the light isn't quite good enough here and it might be more comfortable for all of us if you would lay flat on the table. It would make the examination easier"

"Yes doctor!"

Standing up and looking back over his shoulder at Gracie Paul said, "Nurse, would you please get a towel for our patient to lie on and also assist me in the examination?"

"Certainly, doctor."

Shortly Gracie had placed a towel on the tabletop and Karen was lying down on her back with her feet flat on the table and knees spread wide.

"Ah, that's much better. Now, if you would kindly spread your legs a bit wider....That's it."

Turning to Lenny Paul said, "Now, let's review the structure of the anatomy of this region. Come closer!"

As Lenny leaned in for a better view Paul took his left hand and gently spread Karen's pussy lips. "Can you see clearly?"

Kenny nodded with a huge grin on his face. Taking the index finger of his right hand Paul lightly placed it just above Karen's vagina. "As you are aware, the area immediately above the vagina itself is the area known as the mons veneris." Moving his finger as he spoke he said, "Now, here as we move down toward the vaginal opening we find the clitoral hood and below and protected by that hood is the clitoris itself." Looking at Karen he smiled and said, "My, you have a rather large clitoris, lovely!"




Revelation 09 – Friday (Karen)



When Paul touched her clit it felt electric. Paul was moving his finger ever so slightly and her clitoris was responding by beginning to swell up.

Looking at Gracie who was watching with a large smile on her face Paul said, "Nurse, the patient seems to be a bit nervous. Would you see what you can do to calm her a bit, please?"

"Certainly doctor!" and she leaned down and lightly kissed Karen while putting her hands on her tits and squeezing them. Lifting her face a few inches from Karen she said, "Does that feel better miss?"

"Why, yes, it does nurse. Thank you!" Gracie smiled and leaned down and began kissing Karen again while fondling her breasts.

"Now, as I said this is the clitoris. In most women it is the primary seat of pleasure for sex. Some claim that it is somewhat analogous to a man's penis because when sexually stimulated the clitoris will swell with blood and actually protrude from under its hood, much as you see this one doing now. It has been my experience that the larger the clitoris the more highly sexed is the woman. Here, feel for yourself," and he indicated that Lenny was to take over stroking Karen's clit.

Karen sucked in her breath as Gracie moved down and began to suck on her nipples at almost the same time that Lenny began to fondle her clit. God, this felt good and was a lot of fun but she wanted a cock insider her.

As Lenny continued to play with her clit and Gracie continued to suck on her nipples Paul went on with his lecture on the vagina pointing out the labia minor and labia majora.

"And this, of course, is the actual vaginal opening," and he took his finger and slowly slipped it into Karen's pussy causing her to suck in her breath and moan aloud. He slowly began to finger fuck her pussy.

"You should note that no two women are exactly alike in this area. As a matter of fact I find that there is often very considerable differences in clitoral size and length and labial formation. I find that it is often useful when studying the anatomy of this area that a student be able to compare relative anatomies. Nurse, we can use your assistance. Would you mind lying down here next to the patient?"

Gracie lifted her mouth off of Karen's nipples. "Of course, doctor!" Moving around and she lay down next to Karen also placing her feet flat on the table and spread her legs as wide as possible.

"Now, do you see how I am holding this patient's vagina with my left hand?

Lenny nodded.

"Please do the same to nurse Gracie." 

Lenny smiled and looked down at Gracie who smiled back encouragingly. He reached down with his left hand and slowly stroked Gracie's pussy and, like Paul, spread it open with his left hand.

"Excellent. As physicians we are obligated to make maximum use of our five senses when treating our patients. The first, sight we are using. Next is touch. Observe that by using my fingers, my sense of touch, I am testing the patient's vagina for muscle strength and general physical tone. Please do the same to nurse Gracie."

Kenny began to finger fuck Gracie who closed her eyes and savored the feeling.

"We have left the senses of hearing, smell and taste. Our sense of hearing will alert us to our patient's response to our examination. And my sense of hearing is telling me that the patient is satisfied with the progress of our examination to this point and even nurse Gracie seems to be getting in the spirit."

"That only leaves the senses of taste and smell which I like to use simultaneously. You will find that different women not only smell but also taste different. I would like for you to lean over, being careful not to interrupt you physical examination of nurse Gracie and use your senses of taste and smell on our patient."

Without taking his fingers out of Gracie Lenny leaned over and lowered his head down and made a show of taking several deep inhalations through his nose and then put his mouth on Karen's pussy sucking on her clit and then inserting his tongue directly into her pussy.

"Good, now make sure that you have obtained a really good taste and smell. Got it? Okay, now, do the same to nurse Gracie and try to identify the differences." 

Lenny removed his mouth from Karen and put his mouth onto Gracie's pussy and began to very nicely tongue fuck her. Gracie didn't want him to stop so she put her hand on the back of his head and held his face against her pussy and reached out with her other hand and began to play with Karen's nipple.

When Lenny had stopped tongue-fucking Karen and moved over to Gracie, Paul again reinserted his finger into her pussy and began to finger fuck her while, with his other hand, he played with her clit.

Karen looked over and decided that while having her pussy sucked and finger fucked was nice, she wanted to be fucked and now was a good time. She reached out and took hold of Paul's cock and softly stroked him. Looking at him she smiled and using the age-old crooked finger sign indicated that he was to bend down toward her. She put her hands on either side of his head and kissed him and, when the kiss was over Karen moved her mouth to his ear and whispered, "Doctor, I believe that a cum injection is required!"

Paul whispered back, "It will be my pleasure!"

He moved up closer to the table, took her hips in his hands and pulled her down to the end of the table. Karen took hold of his cock and he let her guide it to the entrance to her pussy. With one slow and continuing movement he inserted his cock into her pussy until their pelvises were tight against each other and he could go no deeper. Gracie squeezed Karen's tit and smiled at her.

Karen sucked in her breath. God, she thought, he is as big as Kenny and maybe even bigger. Fuck, he feels good!

Paul looked over to see Gracie with her eyes closed holding Lenny's face against her pussy. As he watched, she opened her eyes and saw him watching her. He smiled at her and she smiled back and then looked down watching him fuck Karen and nodded her agreement.

Lenny was a good pussy eater because within just a few minutes Gracie found her climax approaching and finally burst on her. She came quietly but somewhat aggressively. She held Lenny so tight against her pussy that he was having a hard time breathing and felt her body spasm several times as she came.

When the last spasms of her climax receded Lenny removed his face from her pussy and stood up looking down at her then over at his brother and saw that Paul was now fucking Karen. He looked back down at Gracie and she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. She put out her hand and when Lenny took it used him to help her get up off the table.

She put her arm around Lenny's waist and he around hers and they stood and watched Paul and Karen fucking. "That looks like fun. Come on," Gracie said and stepped back to the table and bent over from the waist, spread her legs and reached back with both hands and spread her pussy lips. She looked over her shoulder at Lenny and said, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Lenny's face lit up and he stepped in behind Gracie and slid his cock insider her. To Gracie Lenny's cock felt almost exactly like Paul's. To Lenny the feeling of Gracie's pussy was wonderful, something he had dreamed of and masturbated thinking about for several years. He was actually fucking his sister, cool!

All four of them were concentrating on what they were each feeling. Karen was in heaven with how good it felt to have Paul inside her. Paul was enjoying being able to get completely inside Karen. Sometimes Gracie could not take all of him and he had to hold back a bit. Lenny was fucking his beautiful, sexy sister that he has been secretly in love with for years and Gracie was feeling naughty because she was being fucked by her husband's kid brother while her husband watched!

It didn't take any of them long to reach climax. The first one to cum was Lenny. He just could not hold back. Gracie was on the verge of cummin herself when she felt him increase his strokes and the first warm cum shoot into her pussy and that started her cummin as well. Paul was fucking Karen hard and Karen was fucking him back equally as hard. He was surprised to feel her pussy start to contract and pulse against his cock as she started to cum and he lost it.

To the two women the men seemed to cum forever, they felt as if they would never stop cummin and when they did they felt full, of cock and cum. It was nice!

Paul remained in Karen until his cock softened and then he stepped back. Karen lay there with her legs spread and the cum slowly oozing out of her. Gracie straightened up when Lenny pulled out and saw Karen. She smiled and turned around, laid down exactly the same as Karen and spread her legs as well. Both women were being watched intently by Paul, Lenny and Melissa!

"Hi, having a party?"

Paul's head snapped around, Lenny actually jumped and both Karen and Gracie started to sit up.

"Melissa, hello darlin'! Yeah, you are just a little late," said Gracie.

"Damn, always a day late or a dollar short. Hi Paul, Hi Lenny. Who's your gorgeous friend?"

Karen was leaning back on her elbows watching the exchange. Her legs were still spread and the cum was still leaking out. She smiled at Melissa. "Hi, I'm Karen. Nice to meet you."

"You too!" She walked up to Paul and gave him a kiss and played with his soft cock, then to Lenny and did the same. She stepped up directly between Karen's legs looked down at her leaking pussy and smiled, patted her thigh and leaned down and kissed her too. "Seems like you have a small flood there but I'll bet it feels real good, doesn't it?"

Karen smiled and nodded.

Gracie got off the table, walked over to Melissa and hugged and kissed her. Karen was studying Melissa. She estimated that she was between 19 and 21, very nice build with long legs and 38C tits. Cute but not beautiful with black hair that hung down below her ass. Shaved pussy.

Gracie put her arm around Melissa's waist and turned her around facing Karen. "Karen, this is Melissa. Melissa, Karen. Melissa and her husband Brad are new friends that we made here last week. The two girls smiled and nodded to each other.

Gracie asked, "Where is Brad?"

"Said he was going to the store to pick up some wine. We thought we'd stop by and see if y'all wanted to have a little party but I guess maybe we're too late," and she looked down at Karen and specifically at her leaking pussy with a grin.

"Never too late," said Gracie. "Why, this was just a warm-up, right guys?"

"Absolutely," said Paul.

"You betcha," said Lenny smiling.

Gracie looked over at Karen with a questioning look on her face, "You up for more fun too?"

Karen spoke up, "God, I'd love to but I'm afraid that I can't, I'm leaving to go home this evening. As a matter of fact I have a car coming to pick me up at 8:30. Doesn't leave very much time to 'have fun'!"

"What a shame, I was looking forward to getting to know you better, a person can never have too many friends," replied Melissa with a smile.

"Do you really have to leave tonight? Why not stay the night and leave in the morning?" asked Gracie.

"I really can't. Ken was wonderful to let me have this day to myself to have some fun and I don't want to push it even though I really would like to make some new friends," she smiled at Melissa

Paul said, "I'm sorry that you have to leave too but I'm equally sure that Lenny is maybe even sorrier than I am," he laughed and looked over at Lenny who was miming a sad clown and wiping his eyes.

Karen got up off the table and putting her hand down over her leaking pussy said, "Excuse me but I have to pee."

Melissa answered, "Do it here."

"What?"

"You have to pee, do it here."

Karen just stood there.

"Forgive me if I'm too forward but here you are naked. You just had sex on the top of a picnic bench with an audience! What's to hide? Besides, I think it's kind of sexy to watch someone peeing." She looked at Paul who nodded and then to Lenny who nodded and then to Gracie who said, "Definitely sexy. As a matter of fact, I'll join you!"

Karen had urinated with Paul or her mother or Josie in the room and, on occasion, in a locker room setting with other women around but never out in the open with other people watching her as a sexual thing.

She smiled and shrugged, "What the hell, why not? I gotta go."

She looked over at Gracie who came over and stood next to her. Paul, Lenny and Melissa stood in front but out of range and then, as the girls squatted, Paul and Lenny looked at each other and squatted down so they could see better.

Melissa looked at the girls then at Paul and Lenny and she moved around to the side and said, "Well, I gotta go too. Mind if I join you?"

The girls laughed and with the three of them squatting down they reached down, spread their pussy lips and, because she couldn't hold it anymore, Karen let go followed by Gracie and then Melissa. Almost immediately the two guys began to get fresh bonners.

Melissa looked over and seeing their hardons laughed. Finishing first she ran her hand over her pussy to clean it as best she could and stood up. Gracie finished next and looked over to see that Karen was still peeing.

"Damn, girl, you really had to go!"

Karen was still pissing and all eyes were now on her and she found that she was getting excited again. Damn, she thought, I never thought that peeing could be sexy.

When her flow ceased she did not stand up but remained squatting with her legs spread and very, very slowly whipped her dripping pussy while looking at Paul and Lenny and allowing them to take their time looking at her pussy.

"Damn, Paul, I think your cum is never going to quit dripping out of me. See?"

She held out her hand toward Paul. "Gracie, does he always cum in gallons?"

Gracie and Melissa laughed. Melissa said, "Lenny's even worse!"

She finally stood up and laughed. Looking at Melissa she said, "That was fun, thank you," and walked over and stood in front of her. She put her hands on Melissa's hips and slowly drew her tight against her. She leaned back and took one hand and stroked Melissa's hair and putting her hand behind her head drew Melissa's face toward hers as she leaned in and kissed her lightly. "Before I leave you MUST give me your phone number!"

Melissa got into the spirit of things and molded her body against Karen and kissed her back better than Karen was kissing her. 

"Melissa, you do make friends quickly, don't you?"

Karen looked up, with her arms still around Melissa, and saw a man about Paul's size walking up with a bottle in his hand and a big smile on his face. This must be Brad.

After introductions, they all walked over to the Winnebago. After excusing herself and going to the bathroom to clean up, Karen returned and helped Gracie and Melissa setting out food. Brad had opened the wine and they sat eating and talking.

While the others were trying to decide whether they wanted to stay in the Winnebago, go to Brad and Melissa's cabin or go back to the cover, Karen was sitting and musing that she wanted to stay and play but she didn't want to 'poison the well', so to speak by pressing Ken.

Gracie noticed that Karen was being pretty quiet and when Karen got up to get more food from the counter, walked over and asked her what was wrong.

Karen told her that she wanted to stay the night and enjoy their company but felt that she had to leave because that was her agreement with Ken. Gracie pointed out that Ken seemed to be very understanding or Karen wouldn't be there to begin with and suggested that she just call Ken and talk to him, it was the only way to find out if he minded her staying.

As Karen walked over to her beach bag to get her cell phone Paul looked up and asked her where she lived and, after she told them, Gracie piped up with, "But, that's only like 20 or 30 minutes from our house! Paul, we could drop Karen off in the morning, couldn't we?"

"Sure, no problem."

Gracie took Karen by the arm and led her toward the door. "Call Ken and if he doesn't have a problem with you staying have him cancel the car and we will take you home in the morning."

The phone rang several times, "Hi, Babe. What are you doing? Really! Well is Helen okay with letting Sarah rent the house? She is? Wonderful. Oh, I'm having a blast. I ran into Gracie. Gracie...you know, the one you used to call the pixie. Yeah, that Gracie. Shit, you wouldn't know her now. She's married. To a doctor no less and completely in love. I'll tell you all about that later. Yeah, I did. Gracie's husband Paul. No shit! No, you're bigger and a much better lover. Honest! Honest injun! Yeah, it was fun. Listen, Babe, the reason I'm calling is to ask if you would mind if I spent the night here and came home in the morning? Well, some friends of Gracie's stopped by their Winnebago and they want to play a little. They've asked me to stay and join in and I'd like to play too if that is all right with you? I told Gracie that I didn't want to push my luck with you since you are being such an angel letting me have my day. Yeah, I would like to stay. It is? Really? Seriously, you don't have any problem with me spending the night? You are a dream. I owe you big time. No, I won't fall in love and I'm sure that nobody here is as good a fuck as you are. Great. One more thing, you can cancel the car. Seems that Paul and Gracie only live about 20 minutes away from Mom's so they will be bringing me home in the morning. I guess about noon," and she looked over at Gracie for confirmation. Gracie nodded.

"Oh, one, one more thing, Gracie says you never gave her a massage and she want one so get your gear out I promised her you would give her a massage tomorrow. Yeah, I did. Tomorrow. Oh, one, one, one more thing. Why not ask Mom if maybe we could have them stay for lunch as a kind of thank you for bringing me home? Okay, that's it. Love you too with all my heart and thank you again. Have fun. Say hi to Helen for me okay? Bye."

Karen was excited! She was going to spend the night and, with any luck, fuck all night! And, when she got tired of cocks, maybe a three-way with Gracie and Melissa! Damn!

Karen, smiling, went back in and took her seat at the table and told them that she had called Ken and he had no problem with her spending the night and coming home in the morning. And he wanted her to thank them for offering to bring her home tomorrow. They all held their glasses up in a toast and began to clean up. The party was going to begin and Karen was getting horny again. She was delighted and so was Lenny!

While she was gone the vote was to just stay in the air-conditioned Winnebago tonight. When all was cleaned up Karen, knowing that Lenny had been watching her all evening, and knowing that he wanted to fuck her, and knowing that she wanted to fuck him, simply walked over to him reached down and took his hand and said, "Let's fuck!"

Paul burst out laughing. "I like a woman that knows what she wants, go girl!"

As Lenny, blushing heavily, got up from the chair they all started laughing and clapping and pointing at his hardon, which was at full mast. When he put his arm around Karen's waist she looked down, let go of his hand and took hold of his cock and said to Gracie, "May we have the use of your king bed?"

Gracie, with a big smile, nodded. "Can we watch?"

Karen looked up at Lenny with a questioning look and he smiled and nodded, "Why the hell not?"

Led by Karen and Lenny they all trooped to the bedroom. Paul had his arm around Melissa and Gracie was leading Brad by his cock too. Karen pushed Lenny down on the bed and then climbed on. She turned around and threw a leg over Lenny's head and settled into the classic 69 position. Still on her hands and knees she looked down and back at Lenny and said, "Ready for round 1?"




Revelation 09 – Friday (Karen)



Lenny said, "Ding!"

And so it started. Karen sucked Lenny, Lenny ate Karen. Gracie sat down on the bed and using his cock pulled him up close and began sucking him. Paul led Melissa over to a chair, sat down and positioned

Melissa with her back to him and pulled her down and onto his cock.

Karen knew she was a very good cocksucker. She could make a cue stick come in 5 minutes. But she was very pleasantly surprised to find that Lenny was almost as good a pussy eater as she was a cocksucker. And he's only 19! With some training he could be world class! Hmmm, maybe Ken would let her keep him for a weekend for training?

Karen realized that the reason Lenny was so good was that he was not in a hurry. She wondered just how long he would lay under her eating her pussy? He seemed to be content to spend as much time as she wanted him to. Add to that he had a very long tongue, which he knew how to use! When she first felt him slip his tongue into her she was amazed at how it felt. Coupled with that he had long fingers and a very gentle touch. With his tongue in her pussy, his finger up her ass and sucking on her clit she was feeling good!

Lenny thought that Karen was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen! Here he was eating her sweet pussy while she blew him! It don't get any better than this! God, he thought, she has a soft mouth! He would have been content to lay there like they were for hours but she was too good and he knew that he was going to blow his load soon so he concentrated on getting Karen to climax, if not with him when he came at least close to his climax.

Gracie was definitely oral oriented. What she enjoyed most was sucking and being sucked. A good fuck she never turned down but oral sex, that was her first love! And Gracie really liked sucking Brad. His cock wasn't as big as Paul's and it was easier on her jaw muscles and Brad would let her do whatever she wanted; however she wanted. He was not an impatient man. He appreciated an artist at work.

Last week, shortly after meeting Melissa and Brad they were all out on the almost deserted beach late at night, sitting and drinking wine and, naturally, the subject of sex came up. Somehow the conversation turned into a friendly wager between Gracie and Melissa as to who could keep a man from cummin the longest while giving head. To make it more interesting and fair they swapped husbands. Gracie won the contest by keeping Brad from cummin for almost 25 minutes. When he did cum she couldn't handle all of his cum but had to share some with Melissa.

Because of Paul's size, it is hard for Gracie to be able to spend 25 minutes giving him head, her poor jaw muscles would cramp up. After the contest was decided in Gracie's favor Brad's size is the reason that Melissa gave for losing the contest. 

One thing that Gracie most liked about Brad was that his cum tasted of cinnamon. Gracie was a connoisseur of cock. She always liked to categorize the men she sucked off by taste. Some were sweet, some sour, some tasted fresh and some stale but almost all had some flavor that she could identify. Brad's cum tasting of cinnamon was one she really liked. Her advice to young cock suckers was to stay away from a man who has eaten a garlicky Italian meal within the past 12 hours!

Brad liked Gracie's blowjobs. He was going to miss her. So far this week she had blown him 9 times counting tonight. Why, one afternoon, while the four of them lay sunbathing on the beach, she sucked him almost completely dry by sucking him off twice in a little over 3 hours. The woman was pure sex!

Of course, on that occasion Paul and Lenny had returned the favor making sure that Melissa was given equal time and keeping her a happy camper by giving her her first one hour non-stop relay fuck! While Gracie was sucking Brad off, Melissa had gotten down on all fours, pulled her suit aside and asked Paul to fuck her. Calling on his brother for help, Paul and Lenny had taken turns fucking her for almost an hour. Of course Melissa couldn't support herself on hands and knees for that long a period so she took breaks by playing cowgirl and riding the guys.

Tonight Brad was watching Karen working on Lenny and, from what he was seeing, thought that Karen looked to be as good as Gracie. He planned on finding out later tonight.

Melissa had a deep pussy! Because of some internal plumbing repair work that Gracie needed after losing the baby and having a partial hysterectomy she was not always able to take all of Paul's cock. Melissa, on the other hand, could not only take all of him she wanted more! In the short week that they had know each other, Paul found a way to fuck Melissa as often as he could, on average once a day! She was an active and uninhibited sex partner, ready for anything at any time in any position and she didn't give a shit who was watching when she had sex!

Melissa loved Brad. But she also loved long cocks and Paul had a long cock. What she liked most about Paul, besides the length of his cock, was that he liked to fuck her from behind as much as she liked being fucked from behind. Maybe, she thought, she'd try double penetration tonight. She liked being fucked in the ass as well as her pussy but she had never tried both together.

Paul was mentally comparing the relative merits of the three women's pussies and decided it was a tie, he liked them all. As he was contemplating how much fun the evening was going to be her heard Melissa start to moan and he knew that it would not be much longer before she came. He picked her up off his cock and laid her face down on the bed next to Lenny. She spread her legs wide, reached down and spread her ass cheeks waiting for Paul to continue.

Paul reached over to a drawer in the table next to the bed and withdrew a several strings of anal beads. He picked the smallest set and as Melissa turned around to see what the delay was he held them up for her to see. Her eyes widened in surprise and then with a smile she nodded her head.

Paul reached into a very wet pussy and withdrew his finger and then smeared the juices over and in her ass. Next he took the string of beads and inserted several of them into her pussy to lubricate them. When he was certain they were well coated he placed the first bead up against her anal opening and pressed gently. The bead slid easily into Melissa's ass and she emitted a satisfied grunt and moan. Paul slowly fed the beads into Melissa and, after all 12 were inserted he teased her a bit by pulling one or two out and then slowly reinserting them.

With the beads in place Paul placed his cock at Melissa's cunt and slowly sank it into place. As Paul began to move his cock in and out he would also move the beads up and down inside Melissa's ass trying not to let them come out. Melissa was now moaning loudly and seemed to be enjoying the sensation.

Karen raised her head to see what the moaning was about and seeing the anal beads in Melissa's ass while Paul was fucking her decided that that was something she wanted to try as well.

Brad looked over when Melissa began to moan and thought that they probably buy some. Hell, he might even give it a shot!

The scene continued pretty much in this pattern until Brad could no longer hold out. He reached down and took hold of Gracie's head and slowly started to fuck her mouth. Gracie knew this was the signal that Brad was ready and increased the stroking of her hand on his cock while slipping her other hand between his legs and fingering his ass. Brad felt the start of his climax and stopped stroking into Gracie's mouth. Gracie locked her lips on the glans under the head of his cock and began to suck like a Hoover. She also shoved her finger as far as it would go up Brad's ass and tried to reach his sphincter.

When Brad felt her finger invade his ass he came. Between the sucking on the head of his cock, the finger up his ass and Gracie stroking him he had no choice.

Gracie could handle most loads. She learned early on to swallow quickly and often but Brad was one man who seemed to overload her capacity and so after he had shot three or four strings into her mouth she pulled her head back a little and aimed his cock at her boobs. After he had shot 3 or 4 more times she leaned her head down and reinserted his cock back into her mouth for the finish.

Brad loved the way Gracie sucked cock. Of course he loved having his cock sucked no matter who did it but Gracie was becoming his favorite. When he was finished and Gracie had gotten every little bit, he crawled up on the bed next to Gracie and took her in his arms and kissed her with passion to show her how much she had just done for him.

"So, would you like me to return the favor or do you have someone or something else in mind right now?"

"I'm good for right now. Why don't we just sit and watch the others play a little. Of course if you want to play with my pussy and titties while we watch that would be nice."

While Brad and Gracie played Karen decided that while this was certainly enjoyable she wanted to feel Lenny's cock inside her. She rose up, turned around and leaned down and kissed Lenny. "Okay, Champ. Round 2!"

"Ding, Ding!"

She positioned herself over Lenny in the cowgirl or woman supreme position and lined Lenny's cock up with her pussy and sank down on him until there was just no more cock available.

Karen thought to herself, "Jesus, he feels even bigger than Paul. God that feels good." It felt so good that Karen didn't move but just sat there enjoying the feeling of a cock so far inside her that if she coughed his cock would show.

Gracie kissed Brad and got up, went over and stood with her legs on either side of Lenny's head looking down. She smiled and said, "Excuse me mister, is this seat taken?"

Lenny laughed and reached up took Gracie by the hips and urged her to lower her pussy onto his mouth. Lenny was now in heaven! There could absolutely be nothing better than eating his sister while fucking a goddess!

Melissa was almost completely wrapped up in the feelings coming from her pussy and ass. If this was the way anal beads felt while she was being fucked she wanted to know what it would feel like to have a cock in each hole. She came! Rarely, but on occasion Melissa would be so far into sexual pleasure that she could climax with almost no warning and this was one of those times. With a scream heard round the camp, Melissa came and the feeling was intensified greatly by Paul pulling the anal beads out of her ass slowly as she came. When the last spasm had passed and she was finished, she had almost no strength left to lift her head.

Paul wasn't quite ready to cum yet. He slowly withdrew his cock from Melissa and looked up to see Karen riding his brother while his wife was riding his face. He moved onto the bed next to Karen and began to play with her ass, slowly inserting one of his fingers into it. She turned her head and smiled at him. He put his other hand on her back and slowly put pressure on it to indicate that she should lean forward and, for a minute she didn't know why. Then it hit her. He wanted to fuck her ass!

Brad had gotten up and returned to the kitchen to get the remainder of the wine. He was in no hurry to get back into the action, he knew they had all night and when Paul and Lenny were resting he would be getting all the pussy he wanted. Tortoise and hare!

Karen leaned toward Paul and asked, "Do you want to fuck my ass?"

He nodded.

Karen leaned forward and Lenny, not knowing what was happening, looked out from under Gracie and saw his brother moving over behind Karen. It took a second before the realization of what was going to happen sunk in. Lenny was reluctant to have his cock in such close proximity to another, especially his brother but since what was happening to his mouth and cock was so good he figured, what the hell.

Paul had Lenny spread his legs wide and crawled between them on his knees. He inserted first one, than two and finally three fingers in Karen's ass. He could feel Lenny's cock!

He moved forward even more and brought his cock into line with Karen's ass and began to insert it slowly. Karen could not believe how that felt. She was being stretched by Lenny, although her pussy had quickly accommodated it, but now Paul's log was going to also be shoved up her ass and she didn't know if she could handle that to.

As his cock creeped up her anus the feeling was quite unlike anything she had ever felt. It was uncomfortable at first but that feeling soon turned into something she couldn't describe. How in the hell was he going to get all of that up her ass?

Little by little Paul kept moving his cock into her ass until he was tight against her buttocks. She was now completely filled, unlike anything she had ever felt. It was still a bit uncomfortable but quickly giving way to a sexual feeling that she liked, a lot!

Lenny felt his brother's cock sliding into Karen and while still a little squeamish at the thought that only a thin membrane separated them had to admit that it felt okay. When Paul stopped moving Lenny started. Paul waited a few strokes then began to stroke into Karen on Lenny's down stroke so that they had a rhythm going.

At this point for Karen the feeling was only one of intense pleasure. She was being fucked in ass and pussy at the same time by two very large men and she was loving it!

Lenny was also getting into it. So much so, that he almost forgot about Gracie who, when she realized that she was not getting the attention she wanted, got up and off the bed and went over to where Brad was sitting with Melissa and sipping some wine. Gracie accepted a glass and the three of them watched Karen and her first DP.

All three of them, Karen, Paul and Lenny were now close to climax. Karen because she was so excited by the feeling of two cocks, Lenny because he was so excited at fucking Karen and Paul because he had come very close to cummin when fucking Melissa. The first to cum was Paul. Karen felt his cock surge and then surge after surge of warm cum being shot into her ass. That triggered her and she came locking down on Lenny's cock and squeezing it in the process and Lenny, as soon as he felt that, lost all contol and shot into Karen's pussy.

Karen thought that Paul had dumped a load into her on the picnic table but now it felt more like fire hoses shooting off in her. The cum just didn't stop! When they were done, Karen collapsed entirely onto poor Lenny who was gasping for breath. Paul stayed in Karen's ass until he had deflated and his cock popped out with a little fart following it.

Karen rolled off Lenny and just lay on the bed with her eyes closed and dripping like a runny nose. Gracie looked at Melissa who looked at Gracie and the next thing Karen knew two mouths were sucking her pussy and ass dry of cum. The girls were working on Karen with some skill. Like Karen they each liked a warm pussy (and ass) with cum sauce.

Karen didn't believe she could but she did, cum again while they were working on her. Not as big as when Paul and Lenny were fucking her but a girl-girl cum.

This is the way the evening went. They tried virtually all possible combinations and when the men couldn't get it up or were resting in expectation of getting it up the girls played by themselves. Somewhere along about 2 or 3 in the morning they all finished with a nice daisy chain.

Paul eating Melissa who was sucking Lenny who was eating Gracie who was sucking Brad who was eating Karen.

What a story Karen was going to have for Ken!



Revelation 09 – Friday (Ken)



Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday 

Revelation: 2 – Friday

Revelation: 3 – Saturday

Revelation: 4 – Sunday

Revelation: 5 – Monday 

Revelation: 6 – Tuesday

Revelation: 7 – Wednesday 

Revelation: 8 – Thursday

Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen)

Revelation: 9 – Friday (Karen)

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Preface: There was so much activity this day that it was necessary to use 4 chapters to describe all that happened. If you haven't already done so please read Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen) FIRST!

This and the other remaining chapters; Revelation: 9 – Friday (Karen), and Revelation: 9 – Friday (Jill) may be read in any order you choose.

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Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken)

After leaving Karen to have her day of fun at Carter's beach I swung back up onto the highway and on the way home called the limo service in Malorsville and made arrangements to have Karen picked up at the main office that evening.

The next call I made was to Helen and Frank. "Hi, Helen, it's Ken. Fine and you? Frank? Great. Listen; are you going to be home this afternoon? Well do you mind if I stop by in, say, an hour, hour and a half? I have something I want to discuss with you. Okay, great. See you then."

A little over an hour later I was sitting at Helen's kitchen table sipping a Sam Adams and making small talk with her. It had been several weeks since we had seen or talked with either Helen or Frank and so we were just comparing notes on the happenings in the neighborhood.

Suddenly, a door slammed and a bundle of energy popped into the kitchen. "Hey, Mr. Ken, how's it going?"

"Great, Renae. What's new with you?

"Same old thing. Not much. Say, Mom, can I go over Kacey's? They're having a BBQ cookout tonight and invited me over."

"Sure, be home by 10:00 and behave yourself!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. Cool. See you later. Bye Mr. Ken, say hello to Miss Karen for me."

The door slammed and I shook my head, laughed and said, "Damn, Helen she's getting big!"

Helen snorted, "Tell me about it. She'll be 12 next week and yesterday she asked me if she can go on a date. 12 wanting to go on a date! Damn, when I was 12 I didn't have the faintest idea of what a date was! Frank is about ready to go out of his mind. And, did you see what she was wearing? That girl is going to be more of a problem than Sarah ever was at this age. A couple of days ago I found a Playgirl magazine in her room!"

I thought to himself that the way Renae is developing she will be a handful for some fortunate boy or boys very shortly. She could pass for a 16 year old with ease.

"Speaking of Sarah, that's why I wanted to talk with you."

I told her we were planning on renting our house since we were going to be moving in with Karen's mother because we had new work commitments that made it more practical to be living there. I told her that Karen and I didn't want to sell the house so we intended to rent it instead. And, the only person that we trusted well enough to rent the house to was Sarah.

Helen was somewhat taken back by the offer. For a minute or two she just sat back in her chair looking at me with disbelief in her eyes. Then, her first objection was that Sarah could never afford the rental on our house. I put that objection to rest by telling her that we were more concerned with the trustfulness of the renter than the amount of rental we got. We were not really concerned about the money but thought of Sarah because we had faith in her and thought she might like to be able to have her own place while still being close to home.

Helen smiled and nodded her head. "I have to admit that she has been bugging her father and me about getting her own place. I can remember how badly I wanted to move out as soon as I was 18." She took a sip of her beer and continued, "Admittedly this would be a good solution. I know that Frank isn't all that crazy about the idea of his little girl moving out but with her close by it might be easier for him to accept."

She thought for a minute and, with a very warm smile said, "Ken, this is a very gracious offer and I say yes and thank you. I know that Sarah will jump at the chance and I think I can convince Frank."

We spent the next hour working out the details and agreeing on a rental fee that would be a bit of a stretch for Sarah but wouldn't appear to be charity either. Besides, I thought that Sarah might be able to get a roommate to help her with the rental and my money would be on Ann. I told Helen that I wanted to be the one to tell her and Helen agreed.

As we were talking Helen asked if I minded moving from the kitchen into the den. She needed to use the heating pad built into her recliner.

"No, of course not. What's the matter?"

"Well, about a week ago I slipped on the patio and fell on my butt. At first I thought I had a pulled muscle or something but the pain got worse and even spread to my leg. Now it appears that I have a herniated disc in my lower back. The doctor says it doesn't appear to be too bad and I'm being treated with muscle relaxants and pain pills and if necessary he can give me cortisone shots but for the present he wants to wait. Anyway, I'm beginning to feel some pain and I can't take any more medication for a while so I use the heating pad to help relieve some of the pain. Most time everything is fine but every now and then it just reminds me that I'm getting older," and she laughed.

She got up and we walked into the den. While she was climbing into the recliner she continued, "I'm going to a chiropractor regularly and he helps but sometimes he seems to be to....aggressive, I guess is the right word and I have to be careful that he doesn't aggravate the problem. I've also started doing some light yoga and the gentle stretching helps. A side benefit of the yoga is that I've actually lost a few pounds and eventually I may be able to get back my girlish figure."

After helping Helen get seated in a semi-reclining position on her recliner and the heating pad turned on she seemed more at ease.

"I hear a lot of good things about yoga. What does your doctor say?"

"He was the one who recommended it. I have a video I use and I go to the Y a couple of times a week and it really seems to help my back besides helping me get rid of those unwanted pounds." She chuckled, "You know it's funny but my old leotards seem to have shrunk over the years!"

I would like to see her in those leotards!

"Well, if I were you I wouldn't worry about my figure! You look fine," and I thought to myself that she did look pretty good. "You look great!"

"As my old Irish mother would say, "Ah, now, enough of your blarney."

"No, no blarney. I mean it. You look do look good! Just look around this neighborhood and ask yourself how many women you see look as good as you."

She raised her beer bottle to me, "Thanks."

"Have you thought about trying massage?"

She laughed. "Massage? No! I just can't see myself sneaking into some of those massage parlors on the south side and besides, I doubt that their talents exactly fit my requirements, if you know what I mean."

I laughed in return. "You never know. No, seriously, a good massage can often do wonders to help relieve pain and relax muscles."

"Really, massage? Frankly I never thought about that. You really think that it would help?"

"I think so. I'll wager that a some of the pain you feel is from the surrounding tissue and muscles, not directly from the herniated disc and that's why the doctor gave you muscle relaxants. Massage can relax those muscles and help to sooth the tissue as well. You should notice a marked decrease in the pain you feel, at least temporarily."

"Interesting but how do you know so much about massage? Are you one of those guys I see sneaking into those south side massage parlors?" She raised one eyebrow?

"Yup, you got me, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday on my lunch hour. I'm a licensed masseur both board and state certified. I've had quite a few clients that have had back problems and, in most cases, massage has helped them. If you want I might be able to take away some of the pain you feel in your back."

"Oh, that's right, I do remember something that Sarah said about either you or Karen giving massages. She told me that she had seen your equipment in the house. How did you ever become a masseur?

I gave her a very abbreviated version of my 'I took some courses in college' story and an abbreviated and very censored version of my massage experiences since then.

Helen was thinking about the idea of a massage and she found that she was suddenly quite interested and, surprisingly, even a little stimulated by the idea.

"Ken, I don't want to appear ungrateful for your offer but I don't know, I'll think about it."

She took a sip of her beer and sat quietly thinking for a minute or two and then said, "On the other hand, I've never had a massage and it might be interesting. Maybe I will take you up on that."

At this point I found that I really wanted to e give her a massage and not only because I thought I could help her. Looking at her I realized that I would like to see her naked! On the other hand since we had been neighbors for quite some time and she and her husband were friends of Karen and me I didn't want to pee in the pool, so to speak. So, I put massage out of my mind and we talked for a while longer with nothing more being said about massage. Looking at the clock I saw that I had already been there for over two hours and decided that perhaps it was time to leave.

"Oh, already? I'm sorry you have to go; I've really enjoyed talking with you! Why don't we all plan on getting together and going out for dinner? " She started to get up and stopped. " For some reason this heating pad doesn't seem to be doing the job today."

"Lie back down, don't get up. Is there anything I can get you?"

"On the shelf in the kitchen you will find my muscle relaxant, would you bring me one and a glass of water?"

"You better not take either the muscle relaxant or pain killers on top of the beer. Alcohol and drugs like those are not good together. How about another beer instead? It isn't exactly recommended medically but alcohol is a depressant and it will help to make you drowsy and the pain may lessen."

She nodded and I got up and got her another beer.

"What else can I get for you before I go?"

"Maybe a massage," and she laughed.

"Might help. Seriously, would you like me to see if I could relax the muscles and take away some of the pain and stiffness?"

"Do you really think it would help?"

"It should. Do you know what disc is herniated? Did the doctor mention a region?

"I think he mentioned something about L4."

I nodded, "Figures, many disc problems occur in the lumbar region, particularly the L4 and L5. Okay, yes, I think I may be able to help you."

Helen thought, "Why not, what have I got to loose? Besides, it might be fun!"

"What do I have to do?"

"Can you move over here on the couch and lay on your stomach?"

"I think so."

I helped her sit up and move over to the couch.

"Put this pillow under your stomach before you lie down, you don't want your back to bow downward, that might aggravate your pain, it's better if it bows upward."

Slowly she was able to lie face down on the couch with the pillow under her.

"Now, I'm going to massage around but not directly on the area that is bothering you. Let me know if you feel any discomfort at any time."

Helen had on a tube top and shorts. I was able to reach most of the area I wanted to massage but I could not reach all of it.

"Helen, to do this right I will need to be able to reach slightly below the small of your back and your shorts are a problem. Would you be scandalized if I asked to open the snap on your shorts and slide them down just enough that I can reach to just above your buttocks?"

"Oh, ho, now the truth comes out. You're an ass man and you are taking advantage of a frail, sick old lady to get your kicks. Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, whatever are we going to do with you? Okay, let me see if I can reach it."

Helen rolled over enough to unsnap her shorts and pull down the zipper but when she tried to tug them down she couldn't.

"Well, guess I'm just going to have to trust you to pull my shorts down. She chuckled, "Didn't think I would ever be saying that to a man!"

I chuckled in response and taking my time so as not to cause her any discomfort pulled her shorts down until I could just see the top of her ass crack. It was interesting to note that she wasn't wearing panties.

I didn't have any massage creame so for the next few minutes I used various techniques to try and relax the area surrounding L4. I massaged with just enough force to work the muscle and tissue but not put any undue stress on the disc.

After about 15 minutes I asked her how she felt.

"Oh, that feels wonderful. You have such soft and gentle hands! I think the pain is gone," and she started to rise up. I put my hand on her back and stopped her.

"Just lie there for a few more minutes. Actually, all I did was to relax some of the muscles surrounding the disc, I did nothing at all to correct the problem with the disc and the pain may come back if you put strain on your back. Besides, that was not really massage therapy more like a friendly back rub," and I laughed.

Helen realized that she really did enjoy the 'backrub' as Ken put it and she also realized that she liked having his hands on her back, almost on her ass. She was feeling a bit excited. She wondered what getting a massage from him would feel like. She decided to go for it.

"So, you think that a massage would make me feel even better than I do now?"

"Oh sure. But a full massage takes time, anywhere from an hour to an hour and a half and involves massaging the whole body, not just the problem area."

"The whole body?"

"Yeah, look at this way, you are a complete physical and psychological system. Massage works on that system by both stimulating and relaxing your soft tissues, muscles, tendons, and ligaments. A single massage can make you feel very good but regular massages will not only improve your muscle tone, including even the deeper layers of muscles but will stimulate blood circulation and may possibly even benefit the organs themselves. Now, on the psychological level massage gives you a sense of well-being and relaxation. So, to obtain the most benefit from the massage the whole body should be massaged.

While Ken was explaining Helen was aware that she was getting somewhat excited at the thought of Ken running his hands over her 'whole body'!

"Well, maybe. Maybe if I get a massage it should be a full massage."

"Anytime you want, consider me your personal masseur."

We sat there for a few minutes in silence. Helen moved around a bit and then indicated she wanted to sit up. After I helped her up she sat there and looked at me.

Helen made up her mind!

"I think I would like to have a massage. Do you have time now?"

Great! Do I have time? I would make time!

"Sure, I don't have anything pressing."

"Well, Frank won't be home until late tonight, Sarah is not getting off until 8 and Renea is over Kacey's. I don't have to get dinner for anybody and I have plenty of time. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all, glad I can do something to help you."

"Okay, what do I need to do?"

"Nothing. I'm going to run down to the house and get my massage table and massage cream. In the meantime, it might be better if you lie back down in your recliner and put the heating pad back on. It will help keep you relaxed. Remember, the disc may be pinching one of the nerves and massage can't help that unless the surrounding muscles are contributing to the pain. But the heat can. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I helped Helen back into the recliner and left. 15 minutes later I let myself in through the patio door calling out as I opened the door to let Helen know it was me. I set the table down in the kitchen and walked back into the den. 

"Feel any better?"

"A little. Where do you want to set up your table?

"How about right in here?

"Okay, what do I need to do?"

"I'll need to be able to massage directly on your skin. A massage over clothing just doesn't work. Will this embarrass you?"

"Maybe a little but I'll get over it. Are you telling me that I have to be completely naked?" Helen was surprised to find that this didn't bother her, as a matter of fact, it excited her to think about it.

"Not if it would make you embarrassed or uncomfortable. Typically the client is naked but covered by a large towel, which is moved aside as the masseur reaches an area that will be massaged. 

Helen was hoping he would say that.

"So, I can't wear the clothes I have on now?"

"Not if you want the most benefit from the massage."

There was a long pause as Helen considered what she wanted to do. "Well, considering that I'm not wearing any underwear I guess I don't have much choice, do I?"

I laughed, "I guess not."

She hesitated and I spoke up, "It would be a good idea if you went to the bathroom before we started. You can get undressed there and then wrap a towel around yourself. The one's I have are quite large."

Helen thought for a moment and made the decision. "Okay, let's do it."

I nodded and went into the kitchen; carried in the table, massage creame and the towels. Then I helped Helen out of her recliner and handed her one of the towels. While she was gone I set everything up and waited.

Helen came back into the room with the towel wrapped around her and blushing a little. Smiling reassuringly I acted as if I hadn't noticed and tried to be thoroughly professional. We managed to get her up on the table lying on her stomach with only a few brief glimpses of her nakedness. I draped the towel over her buttocks but left her back exposed.

"God Ken, I'm as embarrassed as s virgin on her wedding night. I'm exposing myself to a man other than my husband for the first time in many years. God will he be scandalized if he finds out!"

For the first time in 'many years'? 

"I promise to only look at you with one eye, that way it will only be half as bad as you are worried about and we just won't tell Frank you were naked for the massage!

This brought a nervous laugh from Helen. I walked over to the side of the table and put my hand on her back between her shoulder blades, she jumped a little and shivered. I leaned down a bit and softly asked, "Are you okay? Having any pain right now?"

"I'm fine, nervous but fine. My back hurts a little but not too much."

"Okay, here is what I'm going to do." I explained that I would start by massaging her head and slowly make my way down her neck and onto her shoulders and then her back. But I would stop short of the lumbar region and move down to her feet and work my way back up her legs. I explained that all of this was designed to put her at ease and to slowly relax her and the muscle groups so that when I did begin to massage in the lumbar region the surrounding muscle groups would already be somewhat relaxed. When we had finished with her back I would have her turn over and do essentially the same thing over again.

There was a long pause as this news sunk in. "Helen, are you comfortable with this? If not, let me know. You can stop at any time you feel uncomfortable with the massage. But you need to know that a normal massage does involve my touching parts of your body that you may feel embarrassed about such as your buttocks, inner thighs or sides of your breasts. If this will bother you let me know and I will avoid these areas but the massage will not be quite as satisfactory as it would otherwise be."

I waited for her to answer and finally she said, "No, it's okay."




Revelation 09 – Friday (Ken & Karen)



Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen)

Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday 

Revelation: 2 – Friday

Revelation: 3 – Saturday

Revelation: 4 – Sunday

Revelation: 5 – Monday 

Revelation: 6 – Tuesday

Revelation: 7 – Wednesday 

Revelation: 8 – Thursday

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Preface: There was so much activity this day that it was necessary to use 4 chapters to describe all that happened. Please read the chapter entitled Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen) FIRST!

The remaining 3 chapters; Revelation: 9a – Friday (Karen), Revelation: 9b – Friday (Ken), and Revelation: 9c – Friday (Jill) may be read in any order you choose. 

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Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen)

6:15 a.m.! Here I stand with coffee in hand watching Karen swim laps in the pool thinking that I have to find a way to make that woman learn the joys of sleeping in! I stood there drinking my coffee watching her and thinking how good her form was as she stroked up and down the pool.

I finished my coffee, put my coffee mug down, walked over to the pool and, taking a deep breath, dove in. What the hell, I needed the exercise and I also needed to earn some points with Karen because I knew that shortly we were going to have a 'talk' and while I wasn't too worried about it I wasn't looking forward to it either.

When I hit the water Karen stopped swimming and looked over in surprise. When I surfaced I grinned at her, winked and started to swim some laps. For the next 20 minutes or so we swam laps, she swimming up the pool while I swam down. My lack of exercise over the past week or two was having its effect and I found myself beginning to tire. I decided that I had had enough.

When Karen realized that I had quit she swam up next to me and said, "Okay, Pudgy, let's go, three laps. Loser has to buy breakfast," and without waiting she took off.

Three laps! My wife is devious! She knows that I can take her in one lap and two laps gives her a 50-50 chance of winning but three laps throws the race to her.

We sat quietly drying off and sipping coffee. Surprisingly Karen was not ragging on me about her three-body length win.

"Ken, I love you."

Oh, oh, start of 'the talk'!"

"I love you too, Babe."

A long pause.

"I got jealous yesterday."

"You? Jealous? Of what? Of me?"

Where was this going?

"I don't know. For some reason I just felt jealous when you went back to the house and never called me like you were supposed to. I figured that you were playing games with Ann and maybe even Sarah and Kali and for some reason I got jealous."

Not at all what I was expecting but never one to look a gift horse in the mouth I could be magnanimous.

"Babe, I'm sorry I didn't call. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel jealous. As to playing games, yeah, Ann and I had a little fun. After everything that has happened over the past week or two it never entered my mind that you would have a problem with that."

"That's what's bothering me. Up until yesterday I wouldn't have minded. I don't know why I felt like that. I mean I've been okay with you fucking other women until yesterday. Why did I feel like that?"

"I'm not sure. Do you feel that way now?"

"No, not really. Oh I mean I would have liked to be there with you but right now am I jealous of you having sex with Ann? No. Not really!"

"Good. I don't want you to be jealous or to feel hurt or left out." I sat and thought for a few minutes. "You know, maybe we are both kinda taking each other a bit too much for granted. I think we probably need to be a bit more considerate of each other and to have some time to ourselves. You know that I love you more than I ever have. I will never do anything that makes you doubt how much I love you. What do you want me to do?"

Karen didn't answer me but slid over and put her arms around me and hugged me. I put my arms around her and hugged her back. We just sat there like that for a long time. Karen had her head nestled up against my chest and after a bit very softly said, "Would you be mad with me if I told you I wanted to have sex with another man?"

That question stopped me for a minute. I didn't immediately respond because I didn't know how to respond. Guys, there are questions and then there are questions! For some questions there are no right answers. Period! Give it up, say what your thinking and take the heat.

For other questions, usually the ones that seem to have a very obvious answer, you have to be very, very careful of your answer. While not a confirmed law these questions can usually be answered successfully be choosing the apparently WRONG answer.

However, the most insidious questions are those that require that you get inside of the mind of the woman asking them to figure out what answer she wants. In almost every case you will answer wrong! This just could be one of the later.

While I was trying to figure out the answer Karen pulled her head off my shoulder and looked up at me. "Did you hear what I asked?"

No time to figure this one out, I was just going to have to go with my gut on this one! I looked down at her and smiled. "I heard. No, I won't be mad with you. Is there some specific guy you want to have sex with?"

"No."

"You just want some strange cock?"

"I guess I just want to know if other men find me sexy."

"Oh!" I paused. "Well then, I guess we are just going to set your mind at ease and get you fucked.

Karen looked at me in surprise. "We are?"

"Yup!"

"When?"

"How about today."

She smiled broadly. "Wow, that was easy. You really don't mind?"

"If you had some specific guy in mind, I might be a little jealous. But, since you just need to be reassured that you are a very beautiful, very sexy lady who just happens to be the best lover a guy could have, I have no problem with you wanting some strange cock."

"Oh, wow. I'm getting wet just thinking about it." She stood up and took my hand and tugged at me. I looked up and she nodded toward a lounger and said, "Wanna fuck?"

"Right here, right now?"

"Why not?"

"What about Julie?"

"So what, we're married! Besides, I don't get the impression that she is an early riser and she might just like watching."

"That old exhibitionist gene is kicking in again, huh?"

She laughed, stood up and began taking off her suit. When she was naked she walked over and knelt down on a lounger. She looked back over her shoulder and said, "Come on Studley, I want your cock in me."

I laughed, got up, dropped my suit and taking my cock in my hand walked over and stepped up to the lounger and slowly inserted my cock into Karen's pussy.

"Oh, shit, that feels so good. Take it real slow and easy I want to be teased."

I concentrated on doing just what she wanted. As slowly as I could I would pull back until my cock was completely out of her and then slowly reinsert it feeling how her pussy lips became more swollen as her passion built. She was definitely hot. Her pussy felt like a furnace and as she became more excited her pussy lips swelled up even more. Each time I pulled out she would sigh and when I reinserted my cock she would take a deep breath.

We fucked like that for a few minutes then she started to push her ass back to meet my thrusts. "Don't take it out anymore, fuck me harder. I wanna cum."

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"In me. I want to know that your cum is in me when I fuck this other guy."

I started to move faster and harder. I was concentrating on Karen when suddenly; out of the corner of my eye, I sensed a movement by the patio doors. Without turning my head I tried to see who it was but the angle was just enough that I could not make it out clearly with my peripheral vision.

At that moment I didn't much care, I could feel my climax approaching and I gave that all my attention. I slammed into Karen and began to unload into her. I was almost finished cummin when I felt her climax start and, as is always the case with her, her pussy contracted on me and squeezed as it pulsed with her orgasm.

Karen dropped her head down onto the lounger. With my cock still in her I slumped down over her back and kissed her neck. I remained in her as I felt the final contractions from her pussy. I casually turned my head toward the patio doors but now didn't see anyone. I wondered if it was Julie watching us and she just stepped back where I could not see her. I hoped so!

As I began to shrink I pulled out and looked around for something to clean myself with. Karen raised her head and said, "Come here. I want to clean you off."

Smiling I walked up and stood next to her. She moved off her knees and sat down with her legs folded under her and reached up and took hold of my soft cock and pulled me toward her while leaning down and taking me in her mouth.

I love the way she softly and lovingly cleans me. I closed my eyes and stood there thinking that I might just be able to get hard again and would she like to have some cum in her tummy and her pussy when I heard a sound at me side.

Startled I jumped and turned my head to find my mother standing there with her hands on her hips and a look on her face that I can only describe as irritated, if not angry.

"This is your definition of 'discretion'? What in the hell are you two doing? Didn't I tell you to be discrete? Here you two are standing out in the open fucking and sucking like two horny teenagers."

"Mom, I..."

"Shut up! Get the hell in the house right now. And, in case you haven't noticed I'm pissed."

I noticed, I noticed and so did Karen. "Yes, ma'am. Sorry but..."

"Sorry doesn't cut it. I'll talk to you later. Now, go get dressed and out of here and do what you have been told to do. I don't want to see you two until much later tonight and then we WILL talk." With that she turned and went back into the house.

Deciding that it would be in our best interests to follow her instructions we went back to the pool house, showered and dressed.

"I've never seen your mother when she was pissed and I don't want to ever again."

"Not something I want to deal with either. Why don't we just get the hell out of here and let her cool down?"

We slipped out the side door of the pool house and down the path to the gate and then to the carriage house. We slipped into the 'vette and headed out.

Since 7:30 a.m. was still too early to make our stops and since we were both hungry from the swim and the sex we decided to get some breakfast.

Over breakfast we went over our itinerary for the day. First, since it was still too early to expect the attorney's office or architect's office to be open we decided to stop by Karen's office and then mine and submit our resignations. By that time Claire's office should be open and we could see what our attorney says about our business plans. Next we would go to the architects to get the plans for the new additions. Last and by no means least, we were going to see that my wife finds some nice young man who will fuck her.

Karen was in complete agreement with everything on the agenda, especially the last point. I could not get over the fact that Karen was acting almost like a tennie bopper thinking about going out on a date – she was almost giddy!

We stopped by our offices and gave our notices. Karen was fortunate in that since she had no long term projects ongoing and her vacation replacement was already at work and looking for full-time, she could terminate her employment effective COB today. 

Because of some existing projects I could only terminate my employment at the end of next week unless I could get my projects turned over earlier. At each of our offices we said our goodbyes, exchanged email addresses and phone numbers and made arrangements to get together with those people we truly liked and wanted to keep in contact with.

It was now about 10:30 so we headed over to the law offices of Pace and Pace Attorneys At Law. 

What Kate didn't tell us was that Pace and Pace Attorneys at Law consisted of only two attorneys, Claire and her mother Martha. When we arrived and were greeted by the receptionist we learned that while Claire was expecting us she had been delayed and would not be in until later in the day and that her mother was currently out of town.

The receptionist told us that if we agreed both Claire and Martha would come by Kate's house on Saturday and sit down and discuss everything then. We had the receptionist call Kate and explained the situation directly to her. Kate was happy with the change in plans and suggested that we meet at 1:00 P.M.

Very conveniently the architects office was in the same building. We picked up a package that evidently contained all of the drawings and blueprints for Kate.

"Kenny, it's coming up on lunch time. What say we get some lunch or maybe even takeout and head over to our house and eat lunch there? If Sarah hasn't done so we can open it up and let it air out a bit. And we can begin making a list of what we want to move to Mom's, what we want to put in storage and what we will leave in the house for the renter."

"How about Correa's? We could swing over and see what Joao has on the grill. It's been a couple of weeks since we had had some good Portuguese home cooking and I think you might like to say hello to Maria Helena, eh?"

Both Karen and I have developed a love of good Portuguese food. We both have a passion for black bean soup and feijoada - especially since Joao makes his own linguica. Correa's is one of those quiet little places that you almost never notice on your own until somebody tells you about it and then you wonder how you ever got along without it.

It was only a little over a year ago that we stumbled on Correa's. Until that time neither of us had ever had Portuguese cooking. After that time Correa's became our favorite restaurant and there were times when we either ate in or got takeout 3 or 4 times in a week!

"Olá Ken, Ola Karen, como são você?"

"Somos bem. Você é belo, como sempre Maria!

I looked at Karen, when did she learn to speak Portuguese?

Maria Helena grinned at us and smiling broadly at Karen, walked over and gave her a peck on each cheek and did they girly hug thingy but maybe with a bit more contact than is "normal." Karen and Maria Helena had begun flirting with each other almost from the very first time we came in and each time we've come in since they continue subtly flirting with each other. I know that the two of them would love to get together sometime but the timing just never seemed quire right.

Maria Helena is the oldest daughter of Joao Correa. With the death of her mother several years ago, Maria Helena took her mother's place in the restaurant. Joao is the heart of Correa's Restaurante, Maria Helena is the soul.

An absolutely stunning lady, maybe in her mid 30's, Maria Helena has the blackest hair and darkest eyes of any woman I know. Slim, with a body that even under a dirty apron will cause a man to catch his breath and dream about seeing naked. I guess the only way to accurately describe her is to say she is delicious looking. I knew that given the chance Karen would love to spend time finding out just how delicious Maria Helena is. Hell, I'd love to find out too!

She looked at me and winked. I winked back. We did the cheek kissy thing but without the close contact that she and Karen had shared and as I turned to walk down the counter to say hello to Joao I heard Karen say, "Maria, we are having a girls only pool party at my mother's on Sunday to welcome home Ken's aunt. I'd love for you to come. I think you would have a good time."

Maria looked at Karen and smiled. The look that passed between the two told me that this was the opening gambit in a game that the two of them would soon be playing.

"I think that I can be free on Sunday. I'd love to come....to your pool party."

While Karen gave Maria Kate's address and some very sexy soft looks, I grinned and shook my head and walked down the aisle, picked up the wine and chatted with Joao while he cooked our food.

When our order was ready and we were leaving, the kissy hug they shared was a bit more intimate and the smiles of the two of them were a bit bigger.

When we had our food and were on our way home I looked at Karen and laughed. "Well, looks like you'll have a good time on Sunday."

"You know how much I love to eat Portuguese. I think I will have a very good time on Sunday."

She will, I know she will!

We opened the house and took the food and wine out and ate on the patio. After we stuffed ourselves and were sipping the last of our Marquês de Marialva wine Karen looked over at me and said, "I have the solution to our problem."

"What problem?"

"I know who we can rent the house to."

"Who?"

"Sarah!"

Now why in the hell didn't I think of that? Perfect! We would have somebody we knew and trusted and Sarah could begin to have a little freedom and since we didn't need to worry about the money, we could make it easy on her and she could put some money in the bank. Perfect!

"You want to tell her, or shall I?

"You plan on seeing her on Sunday right?"

"Yeah, if your okay with that."

"Sarah would hunt me down and cut off my tits if I objected. That girl is looking forward to getting fucked with you being the fucker and her being the fuckee. I have no problem with you being her first but, if you can get her to agree, I want you to tape it."

"Okay, I'll ask her. I think she might agree. But, look; before we offer the house to Sarah it might be a good idea if we clear it with Helen and Frank first. I know that she is 18 but if Frank and Helen object than we could be causing problems for all of us.

Karen started to stand up, "I'll call Helen and tell her we're coming down to talk to her."

"No, it can wait until we come back."

"Come back? From where?"

"Carter's!"

"Carter's. We are going to Carter's? What a great idea! It'll be like a smorgasbord of cocks! Wow! I'm ready, let's go!"

Laughing at her exuberance we cleaned up our mess, closed and locked the house and were shortly on the road to Carter's nude beach. Carter's is normally a 2-hour trip from Kate's and a 1½-hour trip from our house but if I push it a little I can shave 30 minutes off that.

I called ahead and let Georgia know we were on our way and also to see what trailers and cabins were open for rental. Since all the trailers were occupied I reserved a cabin.

Carter's is a discreet nudist camp with a private beach. The camp is divided into two separate areas, one for families and one for adults only. They have a regular clientele that spends anywhere from one day to the whole summer at the camp. Even during the week the adults' only side is usually pretty well occupied. Karen should have no problem finding what she is looking for.

Their accommodations include areas of pads for campers and motor homes and on-site rental trailers and cabins some of which are held open for the last-minute one-day, two-day and long weekend campers who show up without reservations. These cabins are known as the 'love cabins' for people who show up and make a connection and need a place to have a little fun away from the wife or hubby or kids.

The cabins run the gamut from some that are quite spacious having up to 4 bedrooms all the way to others that are nicely furnished single rooms with a sleeper sofa and a separate bathroom. These are the ones that are kept in reserve for last minute rentals.

"Why'd you rent a cabin?"

"When you find the guy or guys you want to have sex with I thought you might like to have some privacy and comfort. I mean you could fuck him right there on the beach or take him up on the hill and maybe find some privacy but I wanted you to have the option."




Revelation 09 – Friday (Ken & Karen)



"That is why I love you. Here you are making arrangements for your wife to get fucked by some strange guy...or guys," and she laughed, "and you are concerned about making sure that I have privacy and comfort. God, I love you!

We pulled into the parking lot on the adult side of the camp and while it wasn't full it was nicely crowded.

"Looks like you might have a nice selection to choose from, Babe!"

"Yummy, yummy I want cum in my tummy!"

"Okay. This is where I leave you. This is your time and you don't need me here. I think I'll head back to town and maybe stop in and talk with Helen and Frank about letting Sarah rent the house. But I won't leave you in a bind. I'll make arrangements to have a car here to meet you when you want to come home. What time do you want your ride to be here?"

"I didn't think about that. I kind of thought you would hang out here too and we would go back together. But I guess that wouldn't be very fair would it. Okay, what time is it now? How about 8 or 8:30?"

"I'll stop in Malorsville on the way back and arrange to have a car pick you up at 8:30. Who knows, the driver might be somebody you want to get to know better?"

"All right, enough is enough. I'm a slut, not a whore!

Laughing I replied, "Sorry, just having a little fun at your expense. And you might be a slut but you're my slut and I love you!"

"Damn you, Ken. What is it about you that makes me love you so much?

Are you sure you're alright with this? You really don't mind?

"No, I really don't mind. In fact it's kind of sexy thinking about you trolling for cocks and having sex with some strange guy. Not that I want you to do this just anytime the mood hits you, but today I really don't mind."

Karen came over and plastered herself against me tightly and kissed me with quite a bit of passion. When she broke the kiss she said, "Well, the least I can do for you before you go, is make sure you don't go away horny. How about a bye bye blowjob?"

Never one to turn down a good offer I looked around for a place. "I wonder if Georgia would let us use her office unless you want to hike up to the cabin I've rented?"

"The cabin. I don't want to have to share you with Georgia today, I want your cock all to myself!"

"Well, let's get you checked in and get to the cabin!"

Karen took my hand and we walked to the office. Georgia looked up as the door opened and Karen and I walked up to the desk. "Hi guys, haven't seen you for awhile. Spur of the moment decision to come down today?"

"Georgia, it is good to see you. What makes you think that we decided to come down on the spur of the moment?"

"Running this camp for as long as I have it's pretty easy to figure that out. For instance, Ken calls me on his cell phone to reserve a cabin and then you guys come in without your normal beach bag and you ain't even carrying towels," and she laughed.

"Good guess and you're right. I'm not staying just dropping Karen off."

Georgia raised an eyebrow and then looked over at Karen with a grin, "Oh, really? Well in that case if you want some company I get off in about an hour. We can hang out!"

How do I describe Georgia? She has a very strong resemblance both in looks and in build to that lady that does the Overstock.com commercials someone I find very sexy! Although Georgia is in her late 40's or early 50's she has a really great body and Karen and I have enjoyed that body on several occasions! 

"Georgia, I wonder if you would mind if we used your office for a few minutes. I want to give Ken a present and we need some privacy and I don't want to hike up to the cabin."

I looked at her in surprise.

"And, if Georgia isn't too buy she might want to join us." Looking at Georgia, "That is, if she wants to."

Who ever said that women change their minds a lot?

Georgia grinned. "Well, things are kind of slow right now and I'm not expecting anyone else this afternoon, I might have a few minutes that I can spare."

The main office building serves both the family camp and the adult only camp. It consists of a rather large building with two wings. The left hand wing is Georgia's office, which is actually a suite of rooms incorporating her office and personal living quarters. The wing on the right side of the building is the commissary and store. The area between the two wings consists of a check in desk and several smaller offices for the staff. On the backside of that is the locker area where day-trippers can leave their clothes and personal belongings under lock and key and also a unisex shower area.

Georgia went over to the office of the assistant manager, Lavern to let her know that she would be gone for about an hour and asked her to take over the front desk

When we were in the office Georgia closed and locked the door and then closed the Venetian blinds on the windows facing the main office. "There, is that private enough?"

Karen, smiling, nodded her head.

Georgia walked over to kitchen area and opening the refrigerator took out a beer. She held it up as if asking if we wanted one and receiving two no's, closed the refrigerator and walked over to the sitting area an area of overstuffed leather chairs and a queen-sized sofa bed, made herself comfortable in one of the chairs and waited to see what was going to happen.

Karen took me by the hand and tugged me over to the area in front of Georgia and began to unbutton my shirt. "Take off your clothes!"

With Georgia watching with a smile, I tugged my shorts down – I don't wear underwear. Karen took off my shirt and I stood there nude, except for my deck shoes, with my cock pointing at Georgia.

As Karen started to take off her clothes she looked over at Georgia and said, "Aren't you hot in those clothes? Why not take them off, we're all friends here!"

As the two women were stripping Karen explained to Georgia. "Ken isn't staying. He's just dropping me off so that I can find some nice young cock and spend the day having wild, passionate sex. Now, I don't know about you, but I think that such a warm, caring and understanding husband deserves some special 'thank you' present."

"Oh, I agree that he deserves something special for being so kind and thoughtful. What did you have in mind?"

By this time the two of them were naked. Karen took my hand and led me over to the sofa and had me lie down on my back.

"Well, I thought that since he won't have anything to do while I'm giving him his present, you might like to keep him occupied so he won't be bored. Why don't you climb up there and see if there isn't something you can do to keep him busy?"

"Good idea, I'll bet I can think of something for him to do," and smiling she walked over to the couch and, while Karen was playing with my cock, slowly knelt over my face.

As Georgia lowered her pussy slowly onto my face, Karen lowered her head and surrounded my cock with her lips. Two of the things I liked most, a luscious pussy to eat and a nice blowjob – and both at the same time!

Georgia has a beautiful pussy. Like belly buttons pussies come in two varieties – innies and outies. I like all pussies, make no mistake but I have a passion for outies! To see those beautiful pussy lips swollen and protruding just inviting inspection and sampling is something I can never get enough of.

Georgia's pussy is a definite outie. As Karen began working slowly on my glans Georgia let her pussy just touch my lips and then held her position. Georgia loves sex, any kind of sex, but she is especially fond of having her pussy eaten. Man or woman, doesn't matter!

If you want to have Georgia for a friend, true blue, do anything for you anytime friend, just spend some time doing nothing but paying attention to her pussy with your mouth and tongue.

One evening Karen, Wanda and I spent the better part of almost two hours doing nothing but eating Georgia. We kinda had a little side bet as to how many times we could make her cum. Wanda won – 19! When Georgia called a halt because her pussy was too sore and sensitive to continue I couldn't talk for two days and Georgia could hardly stand up but Karen and Wanda were going 69!

Karen's mouth was beginning to have its effect. She was alternating between licking the glans, slowly just sucking the head of my cock in her mouth and then sliding her mouth slowly up and down the length of my cock. That, coupled with having Georgia's pussy on my mouth was going to cause me to shot my load very shortly.

Georgia was enjoying herself. She would rise up a bit when she wanted me to tease her clit with my tongue and then lower her pussy tightly against my mouth when she wanted to be tongue fucked. One trick I found that can make Georgia cum quickly is to latch on to her clit with my lips and suck as hard as I could. It almost always made her cum.

Karen has a sense of when I'm going to cum. Sensing that I was close she pulled back. "Georgia, sweetie, want to switch?"

Without waiting for a second invitation Georgia was off my face and sliding her pussy down my cock and Karen had taken Georgia's place on my face. Facing each other as they were they leaned in to each other and were swapping spit and playing with each others tits and nipples.

Georgia has nice control over her vaginal muscles because she is a devotee of the Kegel Master device. According to her several years ago she was having a little fun with a friend and was quite amazed at the amount of control this lady had over her vaginal muscles. Georgia decided that she wanted to have a pussy so under her control that her friends would admire and want to spend some time in as well so, she bought one of the devices and uses it regularly. 

Now, Georgia can simply sit on your cock and, using these muscles, make it feel as if her pussy is milking you dry. It is quite an incredible feeling.

Georgia was sliding up and down my cock and periodically pausing to use those muscles to give me added pleasure. Between Karen's mouth and Georgia's pussy I could hold off no longer and I shoved into her as hard as I could and shot. When I came I heard her moan and her pussy began to spasm and I guessed she was cummin too.

Karen rose up off my face got off the couch and knelt down next to me and kissed me. "Feel good?"

"Oh, yeah."

Georgia was lying on top of me and she put her hands on either side of my face and kissed me. "You have a nice cock. We really should do this more often," and laughed.

Karen reached over and turned Georgia's face to her and kissed her. "Now, if my husband will get off the couch, you and I have some business," and she smiled down at me.

Knowing what was to come, I smiled back, helped Georgia to get up and moved over to one of the chairs facing the couch. Karen laid down and motioned for Georgia to get on top of her in the 69 position.

For the next 20 minutes or so the two women pleasured each other. Karen, intent upon getting as much of my cum out of Georgia's pussy as she could and Georgia just having fun sucking on Karen's pussy.

Normally I would begin to get hard again just watching but today it wasn't happening. Was I beginning to 'get old'? God forbid! No, probably not, I just needed a rest from all this sex. Sex, sex, sex. Damn, I have a wonderful life!

I wanted to be a participant so I walked over and with Karen sucking on Georgia's pussy I leaned down and began to tongue her ass. When I did that Georgia jumped and moaned. Ah, she likes it! Karen stopped eating her and looked up at me and winked. I winked back and we both set about making Georgia cum.

At some point we were finished. Seemingly by some unconscious agreement we all just stopped and lay there resting with the girls in the afterglow of their last climaxes. I went back over and sat back down on the chair watching them.

Georgia was the first to stir and very slowly with a big smile carefully climbed off Karen and sat on the couch. Looking at me with drooping eyes and slowly stroking her pussy she said, "It is always a pleasure when you two stop by. Can't we do this more regularly, like Monday, Wednesday and Fridays?" and laughed.

Karen was now sitting up and running her hand through her hair. She leaned over and pulled Georgia's head down and kissed her. "We do need to get together more often. You have the sweetest and tightest pussy of anybody I know."

We all sat and watched each other and unwound for a bit and then it was time to go. Dressed we headed for the door. Karen pulled Georgia tightly against her and they kissed. "Thank you for helping me give Ken his present."

"Oh, believe me, it was definitely my pleasure."

At the desk, Karen and I kissed. "Have fun, I'll see you later. If you need me call my cell, I'll have it on all day."

"Thank you. Love you," and she headed off to the commissary/store to get some things she needed.

When she had gone Georgia and I kissed and said our goodbyes and I left.

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The next chapter that will be published will be Revelation: 9a – Friday (Karen).



Revelation 09 – Friday (Ken)



I wondered how far she would let me go. I would push the envelope a little and find out.

I stepped to the head of the table and taking Helen's head in my hands gently placed her face in the face rest on the table. "Is that comfortable for you? You'll only have to keep it there while I massage your head and scalp. I'd also like you to keep it there as I do your neck as well but if it's not comfortable you can take it off the rest and put your head on the table."

"It feels fine, thank you."

Slowly and softly I began the scalp massage. I was going to make this part of the massage as soft and sensuous as possible. I wanted to ease her concerns and get her to relax. I also intended to probe a little to see if I could get her a little excited. If I could make her enjoy herself I just might be able to take a few liberties!"

Helen was not a world-class beauty but she was, by no means, an ugly woman either. She was nice, soft, sensual in her own way and almost completely unaware of it. She had long legs and moved with grace. A bit of a beginning paunch and her boobs were probably beginning to sag a little but I liked her and she had a really nice ass and a very warm and cute face. I was getting a hardon thinking about getting sexually involved with her and, being dressed in shorts and a t-shirt if my hardon kept growing it was shortly going to be very noticeable especially since I wasn't wearing any underwear. I didn't think that Helen was quite ready to have a hardon bobbing around the table....but who knows?

"Hmmmm, that feels good. I think I'm going to like this massage. I love having someone massage my scalp."

This is starting out well, I thought. After spending a few minutes more than I normally would on the scalp I moved down to her neck and realized that until today I had never touched Helen's skin before, other than to shake hands. Her skin was very soft and almost youthful, showing very little signs of her age. I could feel the tension in her neck muscles. I wanted to loosen them without having to do deep tissue massage so I was going to have to spend a little more time than usual here and probably on her shoulders too.

As I worked on her neck I felt her relax a bit more. "You have very gentle hands Ken. That really feels good!"

"Thank you. If you have any other aches and pains or muscles that seem to be too tight or bother you just let me know and I'll do what I can to make you feel better." Boy will I ever!

Finished with Helen's neck I worked on her shoulders and finishing there moved down to her back. 

I stroked down on either side of her spine, stopping before reaching the lower lumbar region and drew my hands back up her sides making sure that my fingers brushed the sides of her breast. When I first did that I could feel her tense up but she didn't say anything in protest. The second time I stroked down and then back up I heard her say, "mmmmmm"!

"Doing okay?"

A muffled, "Fine! That feels really nice. I like it!"

"Good. Now I'm going to move down and do your legs and feet. Are you ticklish?"

"Yeah, my feet especially."

"Okay, I'll try not to tickle you."

Helen still had her legs close together. I wondered if I could get her to open them a bit. I deliberately made it a point to rearrange the towel covering her buttocks. I wanted her to think that I was doing this to ensure that she was adequately covered but, in reality, I was arranging the towel so that I could see her pussy and ass. 

I moved down to the end of the table. That's better; I now could see her pussy. Helen didn't shave! While I liked shaved pussies the best, the light blond down covering her pussy was cute and sexy. 

Placing my hand on one ankle, I lifted her foot off the table encouraging her to bend that leg at the knee. I began to massage her foot trying not to tickle her and, at the same time, moved slightly to the outside of the table. "Let's see if I can get her to open her legs a bit more."

Finished with that foot, I placed it back on the table and picked up the other and began working on it. When I was finished with her feet it did appear that she had shifted somewhat because I now had an even better of her pussy.

Helen was thinking, "This really does feel quite wonderful. He has such soft and gentle hands! Why is he moving the towel? Is he trying to see my pussy? Oh, damn, he is! He's trying to look at my pussy! That bastard!" She chuckled to herself. "This is starting to make me hot. Well, if he wants to look, let him. I'll give him a good look!"

While I was reloading creame on my hands in preparation to beginning to work on her calves, Helen shifted her hips a bit and, in the process also moved her legs opening them several more inches. I now had a really good view. Smiling I reached down and began working on the calves.

"Oh, that feels really nice!"

"Too much pressure?"

"No, that feels amazing."

While I was working on her calves I spent most of the time just looking under the towel. My hardon was growing and was now evident, making a tent in my trousers. I looked at her upper back and thought that I could detect an increase in her breathing. Good sign!

Helen thought, "Well, Kenny, do you like what you are seeing? How does my pussy compare with all the other's you have seen and played with? Do you want to play with mine? Would you like to fuck it? What in the hell am I thinking? Hmmm, I wonder if he's getting a hardon?"

Helen later admitted that she was fully aware that the towel was not preventing me from seeing her pussy and ass but she didn't make any move to pull the towel back down or to object. As a matter of fact she told me that she was getting excited knowing that I was able to see her. 

"Everything okay?" Getting an 'mmmmm' I said, "Good, I'm going to work on your thighs. If you feel uncomfortable with the placement of my hands please let me know."

"Uh, okay."

Moving to the outside of the table I began to work on Helen's thigh. Little by little as I worked I managed to get her to open her legs a bit more. I worked up and down the thigh letting my hands get closer and closer to her pussy and waiting for her to object. She didn't. Finishing with one thigh I moved around the table and began working on the other and it seemed that Helen voluntarily opened her legs a bit more. Even from the side of the table I could very easily see all of Helen's pussy and ass and I was tempted to actually reach down and begin stroking her pussy to see how she would react but good sense told me to hold off. When I had her on her back I would see how far Helen would let me go. Right now I just wanted her as relaxed as possible.

Finishing with her thighs and keeping my hand in contact with her and letting my fingertips trail over her thigh, buttock and back, I walked back to the head of the table. "How are you doing, Helen? Are you comfortable? Is everything okay?"

Helen opened her eyes and started to lift her head to look up at me and immediately noted the bulge in my shorts. She seemed to freeze looking at it and for a few seconds she just stared at it and said nothing. Then she shifted her look to my face and said, "Oh, I'm fine. I feel so good that I could go to sleep right here. The massage is really nice. I wish I had known how good they make you feel before now."

All the while Helen was thinking, "Damn, he does have a hardon! Will you look at the size of it! He was coming awfully close to touching my pussy when he was working on my thighs. Why didn't he? Would I have let him? Do I want him to? What in the hell do I really want?"

She smiled at me, took a deep breath and laid her head down on the table with her face pointing toward my crotch. It appeared that she had her eyes closed but I thought she might be looking through her lashes at the bulge in my shorts.

"Good, that's the way you are supposed to feel! Now I'm going to begin working on the area surrounding the disc. I'll massage your lower lumbar and buttocks. To do that properly I should remove the towel covering you. Are you going to be comfortable with that?"

There was a pause and she took another deep breath and let it out. "If you think it's necessary, you can take the towel off," keeping her eyes closed she smiled a little self-consciously and took yet another deep breath.

She thought, "Yes, take it off. All of a sudden I want to be naked. I wonder if he will get naked too?"

I walked down the side of the table and reached out and removed the towel covering her. I could have simply moved the towel down and left it lying on her thighs. Some clients need the feeling of security the towel gives them even if it isn't covering their pubic areas. I wanted to know how Helen would respond if she was lying completely naked on the table. When I removed the towel she seemed to shudder but otherwise didn't move or object.

"Helen, I need to know the exact area that is causing you discomfort before I start massaging in the lumbar region. I certainly don't want to do anything that will cause you pain or even make the situation worse so, I will lightly probe in the area of L4 and I need you to tell me when I am touching a sensitive area. I will not probe hard so you should not feel much more than a twinge. Ready?"

"Ready."

For the next few minutes I did just that, probed lightly and was pleasantly surprised to see exactly how localized the problem was. I'm no doctor but from what I found out it appeared that Helen's problem was not major and I told her so.

"Oh, that is pretty much the same thing the doctor said. I'm supposed to see him again next Wednesday."

I took some creame and liberally applied it to the lower back with just light passes of my hands. For the next 10 minutes I simply concentrated on working around this region. A couple of times Helen flinched as I worked on a particularly sore or tight muscle but otherwise she was fine. At the end of the lumbar massage she appeared to be almost totally relaxed and maybe even slipping into drowsiness.

Keeping my hand on her back I slowly moved it down toward her buttocks. At first she tensed a bit and flexed her ass cheeks but made no other move. It was almost as if she was waiting to see what I was going to do. I put my hands on her buttocks and began the massage. Again, I brought my hands close to but not touching her pubic area. On the upstroke I moved my hands both up and outward, which caused her cheeks to separate and exposed her even more. Each time I did that she took a deep breath but otherwise seemed fine.

Helen was thinking, "He's teasing me! That's what he's doing, he's teasing me! That bastard! Shit, he's pulling my ass cheeks open so he can get an even better look at my pussy. That sly bastard! When this is finished I'm going right upstairs and get myself off."

Finally, I slapped her ass lightly and said, "There, finished with this side. How do you feel?"

"What?" She sounded almost disappointed. "Oh, I feel great! I could go to sleep right here."

As she was saying this I was putting the towel back over her so that she was covered from just under her arms to below her buttocks.

"I wouldn't if I were you, this table is too narrow and you just might roll off and how would I explain that to Frank? Besides, we still have to do the front."

"Oh, yeah, the front. Well, before we start could I have something to drink?

"Certainly, what would you like? Oh, by the way this towel will cover you if you want to sit up. I'll close my eyes and give you a hand."

She laughed somewhat self-consciously. "As if that will make a difference now, you've already seen everything I have except my boobies.

I laughed in response. "Something I'm looking forward to! Okay, ready to sit up?"

"Ready."

I expected her to pull the towel around her before trying to sit up but she surprised me by raising up and beginning to sit up letting the towel fall down to her waist as she did so.

Before sitting up she thought, "Well, if he wants to see what I've got, let's show him!"

I moved around to the side of the table behind her, reached out and took her under the shoulders, making sure that my finger tips came in contact with the sides of her breasts, and helped her as she swung her legs over the side of the table. Shortly she was sitting up and the towel had fallen into her lap.

I patted her shoulder and she turned her head and smiled at me. I moved around to head of the table and pretended that I was not really staring at her. She sat there and arched her back, which had the result of making her breasts very prominent. Her breasts were beautiful. She had the largest dark areolas I had ever seen with very prominent hard nipples. Her breasts were full, with almost no sag and perfectly shaped. George got even harder!

She was making a production of stretching and arching her back and twisting a little around her spine. She looked me in the eyes, let her eyes drift down to look at the very prominent bulge in my shorts and then back to my face and smiled. "It doesn't hurt. Not a bit. You are a magician, not a masseur."

Helen smiled to herself and thought, "Well, if you want to look, I'll give you something to look at. There, how do they look? Pretty good for an old woman aren't they? Hmmm, seems to like what he sees, I do believe he is getting even bigger." 

I wanted to just look at her but I thought that I should be a bit more circumspect. "Thank you madam. Now, what would you like to drink? I'll get it for you."

"Can I have a beer?"

"It's your house, you can have whatever you want?"

"Really? Well, I'm sure that there are restrictions but I would like a Sam Adams."

I laughed and nodded and went into the kitchen got two Sam Adams and returned handing her one. I raised mine to her and she raised hers to me and we sipped our beers. Rather than sit down I leaned back against the entertainment center. I wanted to make sure that she knew that I found her to be a very sexy lady. I saw her taking brief looks at my crotch and the bulge in my shorts as she sipped her beer.

"Want me to drape the towel over your shoulders? I don't want you catching cold."

"No, not really. I feel comfortable. As a matter of fact I feel strangely, I don't know, liberated I guess....and a bit naughty. I mean, sitting here naked drinking a beer with someone other than my husband, someone who is a neighbor and the husband of a friend of mine. You know, it has been a long time since I was naked with a man other than my husband. It feels, I don't know, kinky. But, it's okay isn't it? After all, you are my masseur!"

She was rambling a little, trying to find some justification for being naked in front of me. I smiled and said, "Well, I feel sorry for all those other men who haven't been as fortunate as I am," and took another sip of my beer.

She cocked her head and looked at me with a smile.

"Do you massage many old ladies like me?"

"You are certainly no old lady! I wish all the 'old' ladies I massaged looked like you," and I waggled my eyebrows at her.

She laughed and said, "Well, I'm certainly not young either. The effects of gravity are showing and I'm beginning to sag a bit."

I deliberately looked at her breasts for the first time. "Not that I can notice."

"There you go with that blarney again."

Knowing that a woman's worth is often less in her own mind than in the mind of others I wanted to let her know that she was still an attractive and sexy woman.

"No blarney, simply the truth. You are not showing any signs of age that I've noticed. Your skin is very young, soft and, with the exception of the freckles, unblemished. Actually, the freckles are damned cute so they can't be called blemishes. You are still a young lady and certainly not 'old'!"

She thought, "Smooth, very smooth. This man is good! But, he seems to mean what he said. He's certainly not a bad looking man either and the bulge in his shorts is really interesting. Wonder what he looks like naked?"

She smiled broadly and nodded her head. Then took another sip of beer and tried to conceal taking another look at my shorts. Leaning as I was against the entertainment center the bulge was quite evident and thinking about her sitting here naked caused it to become even bigger.

"Are all the women you massage naked?"

"Most, not all."

"Why not?"

"Well, some have hang-ups about nakedness, some are embarrassed by their bodies, it all depends."

"Those that are completely naked, do they all get complete massages? You know, do you massage all of them? I mean, you know in the uh, private areas?"

"Well, let me ask you a question, when you have sex and you have an orgasm, how do you feel afterward, relaxed?

That question took her by surprise and with eyes wide she just looked at me and nodded.

"Then imagine how you would feel if you had an orgasm as the final part of a massage! Now, to answer your question, it all depends. I would say that most of them have full massages. But then again there are some who have hang-ups and won't allow themselves to relax enough or who aren't trusting enough."

"Can I ask a more personal question?"

"Okay but I may not answer it."

"Do you have sex with any of the women you massage?"

"Sure!"

Amazed that he had answered her so quick her eyes widened and she said, "You do?"

"Sure, Karen and I have sex regularly," and I could not help but laugh at the expression on her face.

She shook her head and thought, "He is very, very smooth," and said, "Well, that's not what I meant but I guess you aren't going to answer that question are you?"

"No, I'm not."

She thought, "Gotcha ya! By not answering you have given me the answer. I wonder how many women he has had sex with? I wonder if he wants to have sex with me?"

She took another sip of her beer and for a few moments we just sipped our beer until the bottles were empty. 

"I'm done. Would you take this please?" She handed me the bottle and while I was placing it on the table she pushed the towel on the floor and laid down, face up on the table. "Where should I put my arms, over my head or on the table?"

For a split second my eyes naturally moved down to look at her pubic area and I'm sure Helen saw that. Then I looked at her face and said, "To begin, place them alongside your body on the table. I'll start, as I did before with your head and then your face, neck, shoulders, then your arms, hands and fingers. After that you can put your arms wherever you feel most comfortable. Also, since you enjoy having your scalp massaged I'll spend a little extra time there and the facial massage is something that all my clients really enjoy. Ready to start?"

"Ready!" She closed her eyes, wiggled her ass around as if trying to get comfortable and, in the process, opened her legs so that they were fairly nicely separated with the toes of her feet pointing to the outside of the table.

For the next 20 minutes I worked on her head, face, neck and upper shoulders. By this time she was very relaxed and whenever I did something she particularly enjoyed she gave a soft moan or voiced an "oh, yes".

Sometimes, depending on the person being massaged, when I do the arms and hands I will perch lightly on the edge of the table and lay the arm across my lap. I should point out that this is NOT the recommended or standard way for massaging the arms but I like it because it gives my legs a bit of a rest and makes the massage a bit more personal. When Helen felt me sit on the table she turned her head toward me and watched. I wondered what she thought I was going to do.

I picked up her arm and laid it across my lap close to but not in contact with the bulge of my cock. When I took my hands off her arm and made a production of spreading creame on my hands Helen squirmed around as if getting more comfortable and in the process her arm ended up lying against my cock.




Revelation 09 – Friday (Ken)



Helen smiled and thought, "Fair is fair. If you can tease me, I can tease you!"

Acting as if I didn't notice I proceeded with the massage of her arm and hand making sure that, from time to time, I brought her forearm and hand in contact with my bulge. Finished, I got up off the table and laid her arm down alongside her and moved around to the other side of the table to do the same with her other arm. As I walked around Helen shifted a bit to the side to give me more room to sit and moved the arm I had just massaged up so that her head was resting in the palm of her hand. She turned her head so that she could watch me massage her other arm after I sat down.

When I was seated I started to reach for her arm but she lifted it up herself and laid it on my lap almost directly on top of my cock bulge. I was really starting to enjoy myself!

Again, acting the consummate professional I acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary and massaged the arm and the hand. When I was finished I looked down at her smiled and let her take the arm and move it up so that both her arms were up over her head and her head was now resting in the palm of her hands. This had the effect of making her breast even more prominent. I think she was really enjoying being on display.

She still had her head facing me so that when I got up she had a good look at my hardon. She took a deep breath, let her eyes move up to my face, smiled and closed her eyes, the smile still on her face.

I think that Helen expected me to begin massaging her breast next but instead I spread creame on her stomach and proceeded to massage from just below her breasts to just above her pubic area. I wanted to continue teasing her. I was going to massage the breasts, just not right now. I wanted her to be as receptive as possible to the feel of my hands on her tits and nipples.

Helen had expected that Ken would begin to massage her breasts and when he moved down to her stomach she was somewhat disappointed. However as he worked on her she realized that he was simply continuing his teasing. She never realized that the stomach could be such a sensitive erogenous zone. The way he was using his hands and as close as he was coming to her breasts and top of her vagina was, at the same time, sexually stimulating, physically relaxing and maddening.

Her mind was running wide open and had been since she decided to let Ken massage her. On the one hand she was scandalized that she was actually laying naked and open on the table in the den of her own house while Ken was running his hands all over her body, on the other hand she was feeling very sexually excited by that and she wanted him to continue. Then there was the question of what was ultimately going to happen. Was he going to actually play with her tits and pussy to make her cum? Was he going to try to fuck her? If he did would she let him fuck her?

Helen was not a person who had trouble making decisions, that is, not usually. But this was something that was outside her normal ken. She had been married for 22 years and never, in all that time, had she had any serious contact of a sexual nature with another man. True, she had played an occasional game of strip poker with close friends where they all ended up naked but paired with their own spouses nothing had happened between the couples. Also true she had once purposefully paraded naked around the house so that her hunky next-door neighbor could get a look at her and then went upstairs and masturbated for an hour thinking about fucking him, which, unfortunately, she never did! And, of course, there were the quickie kisses and gropes with Lance at several New Year's Eve parties and lastly, there was that one time with her neighbor Janice ...... but that was not the issue here. This time was different, this time she was actually thinking of fucking Ken!

She took a deep breath, one of many she had taken since this session had started and made her decision. Having made it she cleared her mind and settled down to enjoy the massage. She felt almost elated! She took yet another deep breath, stretched, closed her eyes completely and concentrated on the sensations that Ken was causing her body as he massaged her. Her pussy twitched!

When I felt Helen's body tense up I stopped and looked at her, I was afraid I had done something that caused her discomfort. "Helen, is everything okay? Did I hurt you?"

She smiled. "No, Ken, everything is fine. What you're doing feels wonderful. You have such nice hands I could lay here all day and let you do that!"

I returned her smile and nodded. I believed that Helen wanted me to play with her as much as I wanted to. Returning to the massage I made the last several strokes on her stomach making sure that my hands brushed her breasts and the top of her pubs. As I moved down to the bottom of the table to work on her feet I let my fingers trail down her stomach and the inside of her thigh close to her pussy.

The view was very, very nice, Helen's legs were spread and I had a nice clear view of a warm, deliciously wet, blonde hair covered pussy! Reaching down I picked up her foot and looked up to find her looking at me with a smile. I raised my eyebrows in a questioning look and smiled in return. She looked down at my cock and back up, winked and closed her eyes.

Now I was sorely tempted to forget the remainder of the massage and just bury my face in that pussy but I held back and forced myself to continue the massage and not to rush it.

For some people, especially those that are ticklish, the feet can be an erogenous zone of some strength. I thought this might be true with Helen so I took my time to avoid tickling but making it a point to try and stimulate her as much as possible. Judging from the soft moans I heard while I was massaging her feet I was succeeding.

The last thing I did before returning her feet to the table was to lean down and lick between each toe and then to suck each toe in turn. When I put my tongue to her foot the first time she involuntarily pulled back and opened her eyes wide. I smiled at her and gently brought the foot back to my mouth and, while looking at her, tongued and sucked each toe.

Helen's breathing markedly increased and she watched in fascination for a moment and then closed her eyes and literally moaned while I did this. Helen's feet were highly sensitive to erotic stimulation!

Finished with her both her feet and ankles I moved right up to the edge of the table and picked up one of her legs and to support it while I massaged her calf placed her ankle on my shoulder. While massaging her calves I continued to enjoy the view of a very nice looking wet pussy with lips that appeared to be swollen with excitement. My cock got even bigger.

Her breathing was heavy and she was taking even more deep breaths, also she was moaning a bit more and softly saying things like, 'oh, that feels good', 'oh, yes', mmmmm! Hell, I was getting ready to start moaning as I anticipated the possibilities of what I hoped was going to happen.

Finished with her calves I forced my eyes away from her pussy and looked up to see that her breathing continued to be quite pronounced. Her breasts were rising and falling nicely and I decided that I wanted to touch them so, instead of beginning to work on her thighs I walked back up to the side of the table even with her breasts. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I looked at her and then made it a point of looking down at her tits and raised my eyebrows in a questioning gesture. She smiled almost drowsily, nodded, licked her lips and closed her eyes.

Her nipples were rock hard and standing out proudly. I put creame on my hands and reached down and took only the left breast in my hands and used both hands to softly massage it. With one hand I would softly massage the breast and with the other I would rub and stroke the nipple, gently pinching it and rolling it between my thumb and first finger. The nipples, already hard, became even larger and harder. Helen's breathing was heavy and she was moaning even more.

"Mmmmm, that feels so good! Have I told you what nice hands you have? Oh, God, what are you doing? That feels amazing!" Helen didn't say those words aloud but was thinking them while Ken was playing with her tits and nipples. There was no doubt that she was going to let Ken do whatever he wanted with and to her!

I wanted to lean down and begin sucking on those delicious looking nipple but instead I walked over to the other side of the table and did the same to her right breast. When I thought the time right I moved back to the head of the table and leaned over and took a breast in each hand.

I moved forward so that my cock bulge was in direct contact with her head and, if she moved her face slightly to the side, with her face as well. When she felt my cock bump her head she flinched a little but did not pull her head away. Instead she began to slowly move her head slightly while I played with her nipples rubbing her head against me.

As I caressed her breasts, I was no longer using massage technique but was simply fondling her. Helen reached back and ran her hands up and down my sides and hips.

I spent a lot of time stroking and tweaking her nipples. They were amazing! Firm and proud they stood out from her beautifully large and dark areola like two little red pillars. I wanted to put my mouth down and suck on them but the position was not right for that. While I played with her nipples, Helen moved her hands so that she was now caressing my butt and legs just below my shorts.

Helen's heart was racing and she was thinking, "God, I wish he would suck on me. I love to have my nipples sucked! I wonder what he would do if I pulled his shorts down and played with him while he plays with me?"

I decided that the time was right to move down and begin working on her thighs and ultimately her pussy. I eased away from the table and started down the side. Helen opened her eyes and looked at me questioningly. I smiled and nodded toward her groin and thighs and she nodded back with a smile and again closed her eyes.

Will she let me fuck her? God I hoped so, I was so fucking horny right now I wanted to cum!

"Ken?"

I looked up and she still had her eyes closed. "Yeah?"

"Are you ever naked when you give massages?"

"On occasion."

"Can we make this one of those occasions?"

"Sure, if you want."

She opened her eyes and looked at me. I stepped back from the table and pulled my shirt over my head and my shorts down and stepped out of them. God, did it feel good to let George out!

I looked at her and she was staring at my cock with wide eyes. She looked up and saw me looking at her and said, "Did I do that?"

I nodded, "Yes, you did that!"

"You're quite big."

I laughed and said, "Not really, you just don't get out much."

She laughed in return. "You are so right!" She looked at me and said, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Finding an old woman like me sexually stimulating. For getting excited seeing me naked."

"Now, enough of that 'old woman' shit. You are not old but you are definitely a woman, a young and desirable woman and if a man doesn't get excited seeing you naked he isn't much of a man."

Watching my face, she took her left hand from under her head and slowly reached her hand down the table toward my cock. I stepped back to the table to allow her to touch me. She slowly stroked me with her fingertips and then encircled the head with her hand.

"You are big! It fills my hand." She looked up at me and said, "It feels nice too!"

Never taking her eyes from my face she slowly started to stroke me. 

I smiled at her and took the creame and offered it to her. She took her hand off my cock and held her hand palm up. I squeezed a drop or two onto her palm. She closed her hand to spread it around and then reached down and began to stroke me again.

I put some creame in my hands and while she stroked me began to massage her thighs but this time as an erotic massage with a view only to stimulate her. I ran my hands lightly over her skin up and down the thigh on the inside letting my fingers brush over her pussy. The first time I touched her pussy she actually jumped and then pulled her feet up flat on the table and spread her legs as widely as they would go. Helen was ready!

Giving up all pretense of massaging her thighs I began to work on her pussy. I used one hand to spread her pussy lips and with the finger of my other hand began to play with her clit. Helen moaned and increased her stroking of my cock. I looked down at her face and she was looking at George as she stroked him. I had to concentrate hard not to let her get him to the point where I would cum before her.

Since her feet were so sensitive I wondered if her ass was as sensitive. I ran my finger down from her clit and inserted it into her pussy and finger fucked her for a bit before moving it further down and caressing around her anus.

When I touched her ass seemed flinched and initially pulled her hips back a bit but as I ran my finger around her ass hole she relaxed and allowed me to caress her. I put my fingertip directly on the anal opening and pressed lightly. She sucked in air and pushed her hips toward me. I was now rolling her clit between thumb and forefinger of one hand and pressing a finger of the other hand lightly against her ass.

Helen was feeling stimulated sexually in a way she had not felt for quite a while. She almost felt like a teenager. Her breathing was deep and ragged, her pulse rate was very high, her whole body felt flushed and hot and almost every part of her that Ken touched tingled. She had a sense deep within her that she was going to cum and it was going to be large.

It was building fast now. He was playing with her ass and she found she liked it! She occasionally played with her ass when she masturbated but had never put her finger, or anything else, up her ass. Frank would sometimes try and put his finger in her ass and had even asked her to let him fuck her there but she wouldn't allow that. But now, Ken was going to put his finger up her ass while he played with her clit and was going to let him do it!

With gentle pressure my finger penetrated her ass and her sphincter muscle flexed against it but I persisted gently inserting it slowly until it was past the muscle. I stopped moving my finger to allow her ass to accept my finger and then began to slowly stroke in and out. With my hand that was playing with her clit I again spread her pussy lips and then leaned over the table and put my mouth on her clit and began to suck on it.

With my finger in her ass and my mouth sucking her clit Helen lost it. Almost as soon as my mouth made contact with her clit she raised her hips and tried to fuck my fingers and she started to cum! I felt the first contractions on the finger up her ass and I increased my efforts on her clit and she climaxed fully.

Helen damned near broke my neck! I have not had a woman cum that fast in so long I wasn't ready for it and when she climaxed she instinctively slammed her knees together and humped her hips up and my head was almost trapped between her thighs and my nose was jammed against her mons.

She gave a grunt and then softly kept repeating, "Shit, shit, fuck, oh my god, fuck!" as she came. It went on for what, to me, seemed forever but was probably only a minute. Not only was my head being squashed and my nose jammed but she also had a death grip on my cock that was stopping all blood circulation and I was becoming concerned about the possibility of gangrene in my cock!

Finally she began to come down off her sexual high. Her legs relaxed and her hand too but she was still moaning. When her legs were again stretched out on the table they were trembling. Her hand was again gently stroking my cock and I went back to lightly tonguing her pussy and clit. I kept my finger in her ass but kept it still until all of her contractions were over then I removed it.

Helen reached down with her right hand and stroked the back of my head as I continued to pay attention to her clit and pussy. I continued to lick her pussy and clit and finger fuck her for several minutes after she came. Then, she slid her hand down under my chin and raised my head up and smiled at me.

"Baby, please, stop. It's too intense."

I smiled back, nodded and standing straight made a production of taking my finger out of her pussy and sucking it clean.

"Yummy!"

She laughed and took a deep breath. "Well, I must say this massage thing is something that I should have looked into much sooner. I see what you mean about having an orgasm at the end of a massage. It feels wonderful!" All the while she was still stroking my cock. "Is this what you call a full service massage?" She laughed.

"Not quite."

"Oh, you mean there is more?"

"There can be, it depends on the customer."

"Well, for this customer then."

"Can I fuck you?"

Helen's eyes opened wide. She sucked in her breath and for a minute simply did not know how to respond. "Can you fuck me? You don't waste any words do you?"

"Not when I'm as horny as I am now, I don't!" and I smiled.

Helen looked down where she was stroking my cock. " Well, I guess I have been somewhat responsible for your horniness, haven't I?"

"Yes, you have, and it isn't only playing with my cock that has done it but this as well," and I indicated her whole nude body. "You can make a log horny and that," I nodded toward where she was still playing with my cock, "isn't helping either."

"You really want to fuck me?"

"Very much."

"Well, I have to confess that I want to fuck you too! But first, will you kiss me?" She let go of my cock and held her arms out to me.

I walked up to her and leaned down and kissed her. We kissed like that for several minutes but the position I was in was not comfortable. I pulled back from the kiss and put my arms under her shoulders and legs and lifted her off the table and placed her on her feet. I put my hands around her hips, squatted down a bit and pulled her toward me. We stood breast to breast with my cock between her legs rubbing on her pussy and clit and then we kissed for a good long time. Helen is a very good kisser and while we kissed she was moving her hips so that she was sliding along the top of my cock. She was getting herself ready for another orgasm.

She pulled back and walked over to the couch and pulled the throw pillows off and crooked her finger for me to join her. I walked up next to her and put my left hand around her waist and my right hand fondled her breast and nipple. She smiled and looked up at me. "Is there any special way you want me?"

"I want to be able to look at you. Do you have any way you like?"

She shook her head and laid down on her back legs wide open and arms out to me. I knelt on the couch between her legs, leaned down and began to eat her. She put her hands on my head and said, "I love that, simply love that, please don't stop! Jesus Christ you are going to make me cum again!

Not five minutes later she did, she came again and almost as hard as the first time but without squeezing my head. I continued to pay oral attention to her pussy and when her climax had faded she pulled my head up and with her hands on either side of my face said, "You do that very well! I could just lay here and let you do that to me for a long time but right now, no more delays, fuck me!"

I sat back and taking my cock in my hand guided it to the entrance to her pussy and then rising up and leaning forward on my arms slowly sank into her. Her pussy was tight and hot. She had two climaxes and her pussy was still swollen from these two climaxes. Fucking Helen was just like fucking a teenager!

Helen had her eyes wide open while I did this so that when I was slowly sinking into her she was smiling at me and watching my face and sucking in air as I sank into her deeper. When we were belly to belly and I was completely inside her she sighed and said, "Ken, baby, until today I never thought of you as a sex partner. Now I won't be able to think of you without thinking of this afternoon and the pleasure you are giving me."




Revelation 10 – Saturday 1



Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday 
Revelation: 2 – Friday
Revelation: 3 – Saturday
Revelation: 4 – Sunday
Revelation: 5 – Monday 
Revelation: 6 – Tuesday
Revelation: 7 – Wednesday 
Revelation: 8 – Thursday
Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen)
Revelation: 9 – Friday (Karen)
Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken)
Revelation: 9 – Friday (Jill)

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Revelation: 10 – Saturday 1 - Morning

"Well, this is interesting!" Josie picked up the discarded clothing lying on the deck and walked back into the kitchen where Kate was pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"What do you have there?"

Josie held up the clothes, "Appears to be a black bikini and a pair of men's shorts and a shirt." She held out the shirt so Kate could see and said, "And the shirt appears to have been used as a towel to wipe off something!

"Oh, really?" Kate took the clothes from Josie and looking the pieces over; especially the shirt chuckled and said, "Well, it appears that your son may have begun to solve the problem of your sister Jill."

Josie laughed. "From this evidence I'd say you're probably correct. Damn, leave it to Ken! I hope he is having lots of fun and success. What do you think, should we go and find them?"

"You're the psychologist, not me."

"Well, maybe not. I think we'll just leave them alone...for now!" She chuckled, "But I really would like to know what went on out there last night, not that these clothes don't give us a pretty good idea." She reached out, took Kate's coffee cup out of her hand and put it on the table then she gently sat down on Kate's lap and pulled Kate's head to her breast and her mouth to her nipple.

----- Ken & Jill -----

I woke to feel the presence of a warm body next to me and for a split second thought it was Karen but then I remembered that I was in Jill's bed. I looked over and she was lying on her side facing away from me and evidently still sleeping peacefully so I lay there for a moment just thinking about how sweet she tasted last night and immediately George woke up. My aunt is one hot lady and when she decides to let herself relax and enjoy being herself she will be an absolute joy to have around. Maybe, just maybe, she may have made up her mind to join the family last night but I'd have to wait and see how she felt when she woke up. Morning after guilt can sometimes be especially difficult to deal with. 

Not wanting to wake her until I had my coffee I slipped quietly out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a pee, wash my face and brush my teeth using Aunt Jill's toothbrush. I know, it's not considered polite to use another person's toothbrush but when you've had your mouth and tongue on and in their pussy, what the hell difference does it make?

When I came out of the bathroom she was still laying on her side and with the top sheet partially pulled off her ass was exposed. She does have a very nice ass! She may not work out like Mom and Kate but age and gravity have been very kind to her posterior!

I went into the kitchen as quietly as possible and started a pot of coffee. While it was brewing I briefly toyed with the idea of slipping downstairs to get some sticky buns but then thought better of it. I had better be here when Jill woke up.

When the coffee was ready I got the biggest cup I could find, filled it and went over and sat down in the easy chair next to the bed. I relaxed, sipped my coffee and enjoyed the view of my aunt's backside. Blessed caffeine! George was fully awake now and wanted some attention so; with the caffeine beginning to pump through my system I played with him while admiring the view of Jill from behind and contemplating what it would be like when we fucked.

----- Karen -----

Karen was riding Brad like he was a racehorse and they were on the final lap. She had her face buried in Gracie's pussy while Melissa was behind her working a dildo in and out of Karen's ass in counterpoint to her strokes on Brad. She had no idea of how many times she had cum over the past 12 or so hours but one thing she knew was that she had only had about three hours sleep and that was almost all just short naps and she was starting to feel the lack of sleep. Adrenaline could not make up for the sleep she needed. Christ could these people party!

Knowing he was going to have to drive today Paul had excused himself and slipped off to sleep in Lenny's bed about 3 A.M. That left Lenny and Brad to take care of the ladies and they didn't complain, not one time! When those two were tired or temporarily recuperating the three women partied on with fingers, tongues and a wide variety of toys.

Karen was getting close to climax and figuring that this might be her last cum worked hard to make it a really good one.

----- Sarah & Helen -----

Sarah woke up and looked over at her mother sleeping the sleep of sexual exhaustion. She smiled. She felt great! She had never known that her mother was that wild or adventurous. God, did they have fun last night or what? She was thinking that she just might prefer having sex with her mother over having sex with Ann. Hmmmm, how could she have sex with both at the same time?

She never in her wildest dreams would have believed that her mother and her would have had sex but after coming home and finding her mother and Ken sitting there nude and playing with each other and then fucking in front of her there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to fuck her mother!

Unbelievably, her mom was one of the best pussy eaters she had ever had the pleasure of having the pleasure of! She was even better than Ann! She hoped that she was as good for her mother as her mother had been for her.

The alarm went off and Helen woke and sleepily reached over and turned off the alarm. Then in a sudden realization and remembrance of last night's events, rolled over and looked to see her daughter looking at her and smiling. 

Taking a deep breath and smiling back she brushed her hair back out of her face and said, "Well, sunshine, good morning! Sleep well?"

Sarah rolled over and leaned down and kissed her mother. "I slept very well and I feel wonderful, here, want to see?" She took her mother's hand and put it on her pussy. 

----- Kate & Josie -----

The doorbell rang and Josie got up off Kate's lap and went to the security intercom. It was the cleaning crew of Barbara, Ann and Kali. Without bothering to put on any clothes she buzzed them in and went back to the kitchen and sat down at the table across from Kate. She drained her now cold coffee and poured herself a fresh cup.

When the girls came into the kitchen Barbara looked mildly surprised to see Kate and Josie naked but after Wednesday it wasn't totally unexpected. Ann and Kali both giggled.

Kate smiled. "Good morning ladies, would you like some coffee and doughnuts before starting?"

They accepted her offer and sat down at the table drinking coffee and chatting. Ann and Kali were scooping Josie and Kate out while they ate their doughnuts and drank their coffee. Barbara was trying valiantly to act as if sitting and eating doughnuts and drinking coffee with naked employers were routine. Kate and Josie were not unaware of the attention they were getting from Ann and Kali or Barbara's feigned casualness.

"I want to thank you all for coming so early today. We are having a little get together tomorrow to welcome Josie's sister Jill home and the caterer will be in early this afternoon to begin setup. Now, I don't want you to go crazy with cleaning, just check everything out and if you think it needs tweaking do it."

----- Ken & Jill -----

Jill woke up and, unlike Ken, immediately remembered last night. She felt a flush when she remembered how nice it felt with Ken's mouth on her pussy and the feel of his cock. She always liked to feel a man's cock in her hands and in her mouth and she wondered what it would be like to have him cum in her mouth? Hmmm, maybe she'd find out today. She also remembered how surprised she was when she saw that Ken shaved his pubic hair. She didn't know that men shaved around their cocks. She liked that, it was not only sexy and very smooth but now she wouldn't have to worry about getting those little hairs in her mouth.

Without opening her eyes she reached her hand out behind her to see if Ken was still there and when she didn't feel him felt a note of panic. She opened her eyes, lifted and turned her head only to see him sitting in the chair next to the bed playing with himself, sipping coffee and smiling at her.

"Morning beautiful, coffee?"

She felt an immediate sense of relief and happiness and, looking at his cock, desire. He hadn't deserted her and he made coffee for her too! Jill loved her coffee in the morning along with her cigarette. Well, better forget the cigarette. Gotta give them up! 

Normally she had to be the one who got up and made the coffee for her husband, ex-husband but no more! She didn't ever remember him making coffee for her like Ken had. Ken is wonderful! God, how she loved her nephew!

She smiled in return. "Good morning Ken, good morning George," and giggled. She was now trussed up in the sheet and realized that it wasn't really serving any purpose so, feeling a little nasty she kicked the sheet completely off and rolling over onto her back made a show of stretching and spreading her legs. She liked having him look at her and judging from the condition of his cock, he liked looking. 

Rolling over onto her side facing me she rested her head on her hand and said, "I'd love some but first I have to pee, wash my face and brush my teeth. God, I have got to give up those damned cigarettes, they make my mouth feel like shit," she laughed.

I nodded. She should give them up but damn I enjoy watching her when she smokes. I gotta ask Mom what it is that makes a woman look so seductive and sexy with a cigarette in her hand, probably the implied oral sex.

With a big smile, she wiggled her eyebrows at him and slowly stretched again and sensuously ran her hand down her breasts and between her legs. She sat up, swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got up and walked around to where Ken was sitting and stood in front of him smiling.

I reached out, put my hands at her waist and pulled her slightly toward me and kissed her stomach. Looking up at her I said, "Christ but you are beautiful, even in the morning! Don't take too long, okay?"

----- Karen -----

Karen felt Brad cum into her. She felt each shot and she loved how it felt. How much cum had she taken in her pussy? A quart, a gallon? She knew she had swallowed almost as much and then there was her ass! Kenny had the most amazing amount of cum when he shoots that she had ever seen and it didn't seem to fall of much cum after cum. Oh, to be 19 again! This group fuck thing was definitely the way to go but she also realized that she would be a basket case if it went on much longer.

Gracie was cummin. She pulled Karen's face tighter against her pussy and kept moaning and when she was finished didn't have the strength to remain standing but slumped down on the bed and closed her eyes. Gracie was done!

Karen felt Brad's cock slip out of her and she rolled off him. Brad had his eyes closed and looked like he was finished as well. 

Melissa looked down at Karen and smiled. She shifted around, swung her leg over Karen's face and settled her pussy directly onto Karen's mouth, buried her face in Karen's pussy and continued to work the dildo in and out of Karen's ass while trying to suck all of Brad's cum out of Karen's pussy. They were the last two standing, or lying, as the case may be!

----- Sarah & Helen -----

"You are a vixen, aren't you?" Helen laughed. While petting Sarah's pussy she leaned over and kissed her. "You dad and your sister are going to be home soon and then we have to drive over to Grandma's and get your brother. We have to get up. I certainly don't want to have to try and explain this to your father!"

"I know, but Mom, do you think we can get together sometime today?"

"Damn girl, give me a break. I'm not 18 you know. She smoothed Sarah's hair. "I loved our time together last night but Sweetie, I have to tell you that I'm having some serious concerns about this." She stopped playing with her daughter's pussy and put her hand alongside Sarah's face and looked at her closely, "Baby, we have already crossed into a really tricky area and I think we should stop while we are ahead."

"But, Mom..."

"I know! I promised about tomorrow and I will keep that promise. I really want to be there for you...and also for me!" She smiled. But I think that's going to be it."

Sarah started to say something but Helen put her finger on her lips and silenced her. "Sweetie, right now we can write this off to curiosity and experimentation. If it continues it will absolutely change everything between you and me and, if they ever find out about this, our relationships with your sister and father will change forever. This is very dangerous ground!"

----- Kate & Josie -----

The cleaning crew had scattered to begin their workand Kate and Josie finished their coffees. Josie got up and went over to the intercom and called Ken in his room in the pool house and got no response. She came back to the table.

"I'll bet I know where he is!"

"Want to go find out?" Kate looked at Josie with a smile and raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, I do. I want to know how Jill is doing this morning and if he is there then I will feel a whole lot better."

Smiling Kate got up and put some sticky buns on a plate. "Might as well bring gifts. Should we get dressed?"

"No, it's better that she know we are not going to change our habits because she is here. Besides, if Ken is there then this will come as no surprise to her and, I have to admit, I feel a little naughty to go before my sister naked."

----- Ken & Jill -----

I sat there drinking my coffee, stroking George and thinking about the transformation in Jill. You have no idea how relieved I was that she woke up so cheerful and even happy. This is going to be a good day! This morning she was very much the old Jill. It looks as if she has made the decision to join us without reservation. Yes sir, this is going to be a good day!

Jill came out of the bathroom and walked into the kitchen and came back with her coffee. She put it down on the table next to mine and then reached down and holding George so that he was not squashed, sat down on my lap. Once she was settled she arranged herself and George so that he was nicely positioned between her legs nestled up against her pussy.

"There, that's better. Oh, my!" She wiggled her ass a little. "Are you always this ready first thing in the morning?"

"Depends on who I spend the night with! But, in your case, how could I not be ready?"

She pulled my head to hers and kissed with me some passion. I, naturally, returned the kiss and my hands wandered to her nipples.

"So, what's on your schedule for today?"

Before I could answer there was a knock at the door.

----- Ken & Jill, Kate & Josie -----

Jill looked at the door and then looked at me. I shrugged but I had a suspicion who it was.

Jill took a deep breath and called out, "Who's there?"

Mom answered, "Me and Kate. You decent?"

Jill started to get up, probably to get a robe to cover herself but I put my hand on her thigh and stopped her.

"No. But come on in. anyway." Jill looked at me as if I was crazy.

Mom and Kate, both naked, walked in carrying a plate of sticky buns. They walked up to where we were sitting and Kate held out the plate, "Thought you might be hungry." Seeing us sitting, as we were, naked with the tip of my cock sticking up from between Jill's legs she smiled broadly and walked over to the coffee table and put the buns down.

Mom, also smiling, stood in front of us pointedly looking down at my cock protruding between Jill's legs said, "Well, you look like you two are enjoying yourselves. Are you sure that we aren't interrupting?"

Jill watched her sister as she walked over to them. She was naked and so was Kate and they shaved their pussies! God, their pussies were beautiful! She was feeling that sense of confusion she felt when she looked at naked women but she also felt a little guilty for feeling sexually stimulated looking at her naked sister. Here she was, sitting on the lap of her hunky nephew, her lover, with his cock stroking her clit and she felt horny looking at naked women! Jesus, what was happening to her?

Jill suppressed these thoughts and looked up at Josie and smiled. "Well, seems you have caught us en flagrante."

Mom laughed, "Seems so. Would you be more comfortable if Kate and I left?"

Jill shook her head. "No, please stay! Kenny made coffee!"

Josie looked at Kate who was smiling. "We want to stay too. But, don't let us disturb you. Continue with what you were doing. We'll just sit over here, have a cup of that coffee and a sticky bun and watch if that's okay with you?"

Jill leaned down and kissed me, patted my face and whispered, "God, I'm hornier right now than I was last night! Sweetie, come with me, we'll have some breakfast and then....." She giggled like a little girl.

Forgetting all about Mom and Kate she leaned down and put her hand behind my head and kissed me.

Jill and I got up. She went over and sat on the couch across from the chairs that Mom and Kate were sitting in. I got up and walked into the kitchen to pour coffee for everyone

With George leading the way I came back with a tray and four cups of coffee, passed them out to everyone and sat down on the couch next to Jill.

Mom looked at me and said, "On the hunch that you might be here we brought some sticky buns," and Mom pushed the plate toward me. "Jill, one thing you need to know about your nephew is that he is an addict. Not, as you might think, to sex but to sticky buns! He is a total slave to his addiction. It is so shameful to have someone in this family that cannot control their desires. Oh, the shame!" She put the back of her hand to her forehead in the manner of a 30's movie heroine. Kate just sat and looked at her and shook her head.

Jill laughed and reached over and patted my stomach, "At least he doesn't show any ill effects of his addiction." She let her hand drift down and lightly wrapped her fingers around my cock. Looking up at her sister, almost defiantly, as if expecting her to make some comment she said, "And just how did you figure that Ken might be here?"

Mom handed Jill the bundle that she had been carrying. Jill took it and opened it up to find her bathing suit and my shorts and shirt. She took one look at the clothes and burst out laughing. "Fairly damning evidence I would say!"

She examined the shirt and saw the cum spots all over it and damned if she didn't blush. Holding it up for me to see she said "Seems that I have messed up your shirt."

----- Karen -----

She awoke to find that Melissa was next to her sound asleep as was Gracie, Brad and Lenny. She had no idea of how long she had slept and wasn't sure why she had awoken. Maybe it was Lenny's snoring? Then she saw movement and looked up and saw Paul leaning on the doorjamb and smiling at her. He raised his fingers to his lips in the 'be quiet' sign and gave her the 'come here' sign with his hand.

Karen got up and stumbled toward him. He moved back out of the doorway and to the table and sat down. Karen flopped into a chair across from him and brushed her hair back out of her face. In front of her were fresh, hot coffee and some buns. She looked at Paul and smiled

Hungrily taking a bun in her hand she took a bite and poured herself a cup of fresh hot coffee and took a large swallow. "Christ," she thought, "this is even better than sex!"

Neither of them spoke while Karen ate the bun and finished her first cup of coffee and poured another. Only then did she lean back and look at him. "Damn, he is a good-looking man!" she thought. "Gracie has a really good thing going here!" Then she wondered if they had time for a quickie and got the giggles thinking how silly that was.




Revelation 10 – Saturday 1



"Karen, I had a great time last night! I'm really glad you and Gracie found each other again."

"Not half as much as I am!"

"You know you have given Lenny all his wet dreams in one night. He will dream about you for years!"

"You're sweet. It does my ego a lot of good to have a randy 19-year old wanting to jump my old bones." With a leer at Paul she continued, "I have to give Gracie a lot of credit for having really good taste in husbands."

He laughed and surprisingly blushed a little. "Well, I have to tell you that the randy 19-year old's brother also desires to jump your bones. Gracie told me that she wants to make sure that we stay in contact so maybe we can do this again. Is that okay with you? Will your husband mind?"

"Ken? No, he won't mind. You will meet him when you take me home, he's a sweetheart and he won't mind at all. And, the next time we get together maybe he and Gracie can spend some time together while you and I reminisce." She wiggled her eyebrows and Ken laughed and nodded.

"When are we leaving?"

"Hour or so. I'll have to wake Brad and Melissa and send them on their way and then try to get Lenny moving so we can disconnect and get set up for traveling. You can be the first to grab a shower if you want."

Karen got a wicked grin and said, "You missed so much of the fun last night because you went to sleep so early. Let me help you catch up," she got up out of her chair and grinning at him the whole time walked over and turned Paul's chair so that she could kneel in front of him.

----- Sarah & Helen -----

"No, Mom, no! You are wrong! It won't change anything between us."

Sarah sat up and hugged her knees to her chest. "You don't understand! Last night was something that I have wanted since I was 13! For a long time I thought I was a lesbian because the only person I had sex dreams about was you!"

Helen's eyes widened.

"Yeah, you! You have no idea how many times I lay in bed playing with myself thinking that it was you that was getting me off. And, if you think that I am going to let go of this now that I have it, you are wrong!"

Helen did not know how to respond to that. Until last night she had never felt any serious sexual attraction to her daughter, or if she had she didn't consciously recognize it as such. From time to time Helen would wonder if she could be bi-sexual. She would find some girls and women more attractive than others and she did like to look at naked women. Also, she had that relatively minor girl-girl fling but it didn't evolve into anything more than some physical flirtations, some kissing, some petting and masturbation but that was all. Last night was the very first time that she had oral sex with a woman, and it turns out that the woman she had it with was her own daughter!

She just didn't know how to respond. Her mind was in turmoil. Did she feel in the least bit guilty about having sex with her daughter? No! Did she want to do it again? Yes! Could she do it again? She didn't know.

"Honey, I...."

"Dad and Renea will never know. There is no reason they should ever find out. I love you Mom, more than you know and I will not stop dreaming about you and, now, you won't stop dreaming about me either. Admit it, you really enjoyed us making love last night. You did, didn't you?"

Helen took a deep breath and nodded her head. God help her, what was she going to do? She knew that this had to end and it had to end now because if it didn't she was terrified that she would lose control. But she didn't want it to end! It was too hot, too wicked, too nasty and it was something she wanted to experience again. What was she going to do?

Sarah slid over and hugged her mother, breasts to breasts. Helen instinctively put her hands around Sarah's back. With one hand Sarah smoothed her mother's hair and with the other cupped the back of Helen's head and began kissing her mother as her lover and automatically Helen returned Sarah's kiss.

As they kissed Sarah's hands wandered down between Helen's legs onto her pussy and Helen moaned into her mouth and pulled her closer and kissed Sarah harder. Helen gave up. She was going to do this again!

The front door slammed, "Mom, I'm home, where are you?"

Sarah and Helen jumped and Sarah leaped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom and closed the door. Helen got up and slipped on a house robe and, as only a mother can do, composed herself and casually walked out of the bedroom. "Up here sweetie, on my way down. Hungry?"

----- Kate & Josie, Ken & Jill -----

I laughed and leaned forward, took a sticky bun and poured myself another cup of coffee and leaned back. This had all the markings of a girl-girl-girl thing and I was just a supernumerary. I was going to keep my mouth shut, eat my sticky bun, drink my coffee and try to stay out of the way.

Mom and Kate had poured themselves coffee and were sitting back and looking at Jill. Jill was still fingering my shirt and rubbing her fingers over the dried cum with a faraway look in her eyes. Shortly, she remembered that we were all sitting there and looking at her. She smiled, blushed a little and put the clothes down on the table. "Excuse me, but for a moment there I was remembering something."

She shuddered as if someone had walked on her grave and then smiled, leaned forward and poured herself a cup of coffee, took a sip and sat up straight. She looked at Mom and Kate, then directly at Mom.

Taking a deep breath and seeming to compose herself she said, "Well, I've made several decisions that you should know about! First, my past is my past and I am going to do everything I can to put it behind me! Second, I am here and if you all still want me, here I will stay! Third, I'll probably never wear clothes again unless I have to. And last, I love all of you more than I can tell you!" Having said that, she picked up her coffee sat back and raised the cup to her lips looking over the rim at Mom then at Kate.

Mom and Kate, both expecting something other than that short declaration of principles sat there with their mouths partially open looking at Jill who just sipped her coffee, grinned and looked back. I have to admit that I was impressed, very impressed!

Kate was the first to speak and she laughed and commented, "Well, I must say that is about as succinct a statement of intent and principles that I have ever heard!"

Mom, smiling broadly put down her coffee and applauded, "Bravo, little sister, bravo! I have to admit I was very concerned about you. You know that we love you," and she looked at Kate who nodded, "and we want you here with us." Then looking directly at me she continued, "I hoped that Ken would be the one who could put the whole situation into perspective. Looking back again at Jill she said, Oh, baby, welcome home, welcome to the family!"

Mom looked at Kate who smiled and put down her coffee cup. Together they walked over to Jill and when she got up put their arms around her in a group hug.

George, who had been mildly interested in events up till now, found that three naked women engaged in a group hug was something that he was very interested in.!!

Mom leaned in and kissed Jill. Wait, before we go any further, let's establish a scale for things like kisses, hugs, touches and such – a scale of 1 to 5. Suppose we say that a 1 on this scale is the rating you would give to a kiss, hug or touch that a sister would give a sister or a mother would give a child. A 2 would be something a bit more erotic than that but still nothing to raise too may eyebrows, kind of like a husband-wife goodbye kiss. A three, however, would be out of the ordinary, something a bit more than just a 'normal' kiss, hug or touch and somewhat erotic. A four now, would be definitely erotic. And a 5, well I let you use your own imagination and decide your own definition.

Mom kissed Jill and Jill kissed back and on the scale above I would place it at a 3! Nice! When that kiss ended Jill turned to Kate and looked at her for a long moment and leaned to her for her kiss. A 4, definitely a 4 and maybe even crossing into the lower 5 range! Hot shit! I saw tongues! Gonna get interesting around here very soon!

----- Karen -----

Karen put her hands on Paul's thighs and pressed them open. His cock was standing at attention only waiting for Karen to begin. She looked up at Paul and smiled and licked her lips. His cock twitched! Lowering her head she let her lips slip over the head and continued down until she had almost all of his cock in her mouth and partially down her throat.

She slowly lifted her head until only the head of his cock was in her mouth and then proceeded to repeat her action on his cock. 

Paul was watching Karen take almost all of him but it felt so good that he closed his eyes and let his head loll back just concentrating on the feeling of her mouth on him.

Karen liked sucking him but couldn't make up her mind whether she would rather suck him off or fuck him. While she thought about it she continued her ministrations.

Paul was lost in the sensations that Karen was causing when suddenly he felt someone standing next to him. He opened one eye and looked over and there, smiling mischievously, standing next to him was Melissa. He smiled back and reached one hand out and put it around her waist and she snuggled in closer.

She was leaning against him when he took the hand that was around her waist and moved it down her hip and around behind her and then between her legs, which she obligingly opened for him. Working her pussy lips open he slipped one finger into her nicely wet pussy. While Karen sucked him, he finger fucked Melissa.

Karen finally decided that she wanted to fuck him and when she lifted her head off his cock saw Melissa for the first time. She was surprised but not shocked. She smiled up at Melissa and got up off her knees and pushed Paul's legs back together and spreading hers, turned around and backed up with her legs outside Paul's until her pussy was directly over Paul's cock and lowered herself down onto him.

She wiggled around until he was in her as deeply as possible in this position and then leaned slightly forward with her hands on his knees and started to fuck him.

Paul thought that these two women were amazing. They never seemed to tire and they were absolutely delightful to have sex with. He was going to miss them!

Melissa pulled away from Paul and when he looked up to see why she leaned down and kissed him. He watched her move around in front of Karen and kneel down and then he felt her hands on his balls and cock.

Melissa liked watching people fuck and she liked to watch it close up. She leaned in and began kissing Karen's thighs while playing with Paul. Paul opened his legs a bit to let Melissa have better access to him and when he did Melissa had enough room to lean her head in and begin sucking on his balls. She also had enough room to begin to play with Karen's clit and feel Paul's cock sliding in and out of Karen's pussy.

Karen, when she felt Melissa's finger on her clit, leaned back against Paul's chest and began to hump Paul strongly. She was going to cum soon and wanted to get there as quickly as possible. For some reason she felt an urgency to cum she had not felt all night.

Paul sensed Karen's urgency and fucked her back as hard as she was fucking him. Melissa had one hand massaging Paul's balls and one finger rubbing Karen's clit. She reached in and managed to get Karen's clit between her thumb and first finger and began to roll and squeeze it. When Karen felt that she shoved her ass downward as hard as she could to get Paul into her as deeply as possible and throwing her head backward and moaning she came.

----- Kate & Josie, Ken & Jill -----

Mom and I watched the kiss between Jill and Kate. She looked over at me and raised one eyebrow and I had to smother a laugh. When the kiss ended Mom kissed Jill on the cheek and stepped back. The group hug broke up and the three of them stood looking at each other.

"Now that everything seems to be more or less settled and you seem to be doing okay, Kate and I will be going. Besides, it looked to me as if we may have interrupted something when we barged in with the doughnuts," and she looked at Jill and then at me with a grin. "So, why don't you two go back to what you were doing...or thinking about doing?"

I looked at Mom and Kate and nodded. Jill looked at me with smugness and a smile and then back to Mom and Kate and, somewhat self-consciously said, "Well, I have to admit that when you knocked I was in the process of seducing my nephew."

Kate laughed out loud, "Seducing Ken? Well, that would be interesting to watch." She walked over and stood in front of me and looked down at George who was totally ready, "From what I see here I think your chances of success are 100%!"

Mom laughed as well and taking Jill by the shoulders sat her back down on the couch next to me. Then she knelt down and reached out her hand and wrapped it around my cock and looking at me stroked me several times. Looking over at her sister she said, "Kate is right, this certainly does not look like it needs seducing! Kenny, sweetie, do you want to have sex with your aunt?"

I nodded and smiled broadly.

Mom let go of me and taking Jill's hand placed it on my cock. "Sis, I think that you are in for a real treat! My boy knows how to make a woman feel really good!" She leaned in and gave Jill a kiss (2 on the scale) and a hug and said, "Enjoy yourselves!" She leaned in and took my chin in her hand and kissed me (4 on the scale). "Take real good care of your aunt Jill!" while looking me in the eye!

"I will, I promise!"

Mom stood up, put her arm around Kate's waist and said, "Well, Batwoman, it looks like our job her is done! Best we take ourselves elsewhere!" Kate laughed and shook her head. With a wave to Jill and me they began to walk toward the door.

"Wait!"

Mom and Kate stopped.

Leaning over to me Jill whispered in my ear. Surprised but pleasantly so I nodded my approval.

Turning back to look at Kate and Mom, Jill said, "Why don't you stay?"

"Excuse me?"

"We'd like you to stay!"

"You want Kate and I to stay?"

Jill nodded her head. "Uh, huh." She looked at me with her eyebrows raised in a questioning look.

I chuckled and nodded.

"Yes, we want you to stay!"

"While you and Ken have sex, you want us to stay?"

"Yes!"

Kate and Josie looked at each other. Josie smiled and said, "I have to admit that is a very temping offer, I think we would like to stay, wouldn't we lover?"

"Oh, we'd LOVE to stay!" 

Mom walked back to her chair and sat down and pulled Kate down in her lap and put her arm around her.

Mom said, "Well, I have to admit that I wasn't expecting this. Damn girl, when you decide to become liberated you go for it whole hog! Have you ever before had sex with people watching?"

Jill, blushing a little, shook her head no.

"Yet you want Kate and I to watch you have sex with Ken?"

She took a deep breath, "Well, sorta. Actually Sis, what I want is for you and Kate to have sex while Ken and I have sex!"

Mom looked back at Kate and laughing said, "Damn!" 

Kate laughed, "Sounds good to me!"

I added, "Me too!"

Mom just looked at Jill with that 'are you really sure' look that only mothers can give. You know, the look you would get when you were trying to con your mother into something.

Jill looked at Josie and took another sip of her coffee. She put down her cup, took a deep breath and tried to explain, "Sis, I've always been curious what two women do when they have sex. I mean, I've seen pictures and one time I even rented a video but I thought that...."

Mom finished the sentence for her, "that maybe since Kate and I are lovers you could watch us have sex and that would satisfy your curiosity."

Jill nodded. "Yeah. But I think it would be even hotter if Ken and I were making love at the same time lying next to you on the bed."

Mom smiled and looked up at Kate who was also smiling. She looked back at Jill and tilted her head in an "Are you sure?" look.

"Well, will you stay?"

With a big grin Mom said, "Let's get on the bed and talk about it." She kissed Kate and the two of them got up from the chair and walked over to the bed.

When they got there Mom, looking back at Jill, took Kate into her arms and they pressed against each other and started kissing. As they were kissing Jill reached down and began to play with George.

"Oh, god, that's so fucking hot!"

Mom pulled back from Kate a bit and reached her hand in and began to play with Kate's tits. Jill sucked in air and began to stroke George harder.

She looked flush.

Kate returned the favor and the two women were really getting into showing off for Jill.

Jill's breathing was fast and shallow. I took her hand off George and stood up and urged Jill to get up also. When she did we walked over to the other side of the bed and stood with our arms around each other's waists and watched.

Mom broke the kiss and looked over Kate's shoulder and smiled and nodded her head to the bed then went back to kissing Kate.

I looked at Jill and she was fixated on them, her breathing was rapid and her face was definitely flushed. She was getting very turned on watching them. I moved around behind Jill and moved forward stooping a bit and letting George slid between her legs and rub against her pussy. I reached around and put both my hands on her breasts and played with her nipples while we watched. Jill turned her head and smiled at me and laid her head back against my chest. She reached down and stroked the head of my cock when she could reach it.

Mom pushed Kate back onto the bed and she lay there on her back looking at Mom. Mom looked over at us and patted the bed alongside Kate. On impulse I leaned down and hooked my one arm under Jill's knees and the other arm around her back with my hand at her armpit and lifted her up and placed her on her back next to Kate.

When I put Jill on the bed Kate turned her head and smiled at her. Jill smiled back and tentatively reached out a hand and with the tips of her fingers, brushed Kate's nipple. Kate put her hand over Jill's and pressed it down on her tit, encouraging her to continue.

Jill took a deep breath and looked over at Mom, who smiled and then back at me. I nodded and smiled. Mom and I watched as Jill rolled slightly onto her side facing Jill and continued to openly play with Kate's tits. Kate closed her eyes and enjoyed Jill's touch.

After this had gone on for several minutes, Mom climbed on the bed and while Jill played with Kate's tits, began stroking Kate's shaved pussy. Kate, with her eyes still closed, opened her legs to Mom's touch. Kate was being stimulated and loving the attention.

Now Jill's attention was totally on what Mom was doing to Kate's pussy. I crawled up on the bed and lay on my side behind Jill making sure that my cock was snuggled between her legs and rubbing against her pussy. I reached over and began to play with her tits and nipples. 

Jill snuggled back tightly against me and turned her head and whispered to me, "This is so fucking hot! Ken, will you please fuck me now?"

Mom heard what she said. She nudged Kate who opened her eyes and looked at Mom who made a small motion with her hand toward Jill and me. Kate raised her upper body and braced herself on her elbows and watched us.

Jill's eyes were fixed on her sister as I reached down and took hold of Jill's top leg and moved it upward. She looked at me and I said, "Open your legs." She nodded and raised her upper leg high. I had her bend her knee and put her foot flat on the bed and her pussy was now fully open to me. I scooted down a bit and put the head of my cock at her pussy.

She looked over and saw that Mom and Kate were watching intently. She took a deep breath and smiled at them as I slowly inserted my cock into her. She felt wonderful. One of my fantasies was to fuck my aunt and I was but his was more than I had hoped for because I was fucking my aunt Jill while my mother and mother watched. Christ was I hot!




Revelation 10 – Saturday 1



Jill closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his cock sliding into her pussy. She was so enjoying the feeling of a cock in her and it was twice as good because it was Ken's. Christ, it felt like Ken's cock was 2 feet long!

With each inch that slid into Jill, Josie got hotter and more excited watching her son fuck his aunt, her sister. It seemed so natural that she could not take her eyes off how well they fit together. Josie spread her knees a bit and used one hand to begin playing with her own pussy. One finger fucking Kate, one finger fucking herself.

It felt absolutely wonderful to be inside my aunt, my sexy aunt, the lady I had dreamed of fucking since I was 13. Her pussy was so hot and so tight it felt very much like Ann's, young and hot!

All four of them were so totally engrossed in what they were doing. None of them heard the knock at the door or heard the door open!

Jill was already getting close to overload. Lying on the bed with Ken sliding his cock into her she played with Kate's nipples all the while watching her sister finger herself and Kate at the same time.

Josie looked over at Jill and saw her watching what she was doing. She smiled and Jill smiled back. While looking directly at Jill Josie lowered her head and kissed Kate's belly. She wiggled her eyebrows at Jill and used her hands to separate Kate's legs as widely as she could then she looked again at Jill before lowering her head and putting her mouth on Kate's pussy.

When Jill saw her sister licking Kate's pussy her pulse rate increased and so did her breathing. She was watching one woman eating another and she was mesmerized. God, it was beautiful and now she knew that she wanted to do that too! She wondered how it would taste, what would it feel like, how would it be to have her pussy licked by another woman, how would it be to have sex with her sister? She knew that she was going to find out! Someday!

I was in as deep as I could be in this position. I held still for a moment before starting to withdraw. When Jill felt me start to pull out she moaned and put her hand on my hip to try to prevent me from pulling out of her. I pulled out almost all the way and then sank into her again. I was going to draw this out for a long time. I wanted aunt Jill to remember our first fuck.

Josie turned around and swung her leg over Kate's head and lowered her pussy for Kate. All of them had now settled into their patterns. Kate and Josie in a 69 while Ken fucked Jill and Jill played with Kate's tit. Jill watched mesmerized as the two women ate each other and between that scene, the feel of Kate's tits as she played with them and the feel of Ken's cock sliding in and out of her pussy she was totally lost in the moment. To Jill time seemed to be frozen. She was finally doing it, she was finally letting go of all her inhibitions and she felt wonderful. Her whole body was alive and especially her pussy.

At that moment Josie reached over and ran her fingers over Jill's pussy. Her sister was playing with her pussy. Jill looked down at her sister's hand and her level of excitement increased yet again. She was being fucked by her nephew, she was watching her sister and her lover eat each other, she was playing with Kate's nipples and her sister was playing with her pussy! Christ, this was almost unbearable!

This scene continued for some time. Each of the people involved were so engrossed in what they were doing and feeling that they lost all track of time or place. Sex was the only thing that mattered to them.

Jill wanted to see Kate eating her sister! She wanted to see Kate's tongue in her sister's pussy! She turned to Ken and said, "let's move up a little I want to watch Kate."

So, together they scooted upward on the bed until Jill was able to see Kate eating Josie. Jill was now so hot that she was moaning from the feeling of Ken's cock in her pussy and watching Kate and her sister.

Kate was aware that Jill was watching her and so she put on a good show. She had Josie's pussy spread wide open and stuck out her tongue and began to tongue fuck her. With her tongue in her, she used the finger of one hand to play with Josie's clit and with the other began to play with her asshole.

Jill watched in fascination at what she was seeing only inches away from her. When Kate began to play with Josie's ass Jill held her breath waiting to see what she was going to do. Then Kate actually began to insert her finger up Josie's ass!

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Her senses were almost completely overloaded! She could actually smell the sex in the room. Ken's cock in her pussy made her want to close her eyes and cry and moan all at the same time – it felt so fucking wonderful! And watching Kate fuck her sister with her tongue and finger fuck her ass made her want to trade places with her sister. God, what she had been missing all these years! Jill was happy!

I was enjoying myself. Oh, not just the sex which was great but being a part of helping Jill find out how wonderful sex with people you love can really be was what I was most enjoying. I was going to do all that I could to help Jill get the most pleasure she could while getting all the pleasure I could.

Watching Kate play with her sister's pussy Jill had to know what it felt like. She had to touch her sister's pussy, she just had to know. She slowly and tentatively reached in and touched her sister's pussy with just the tip of one finger. It felt so soft and wonderful.

Kate opened her eyes to see Jill's hand barely touching Josie's pussy. She reached up and took Jill's hand and brought it to her mouth and kissed it.

Jill almost pulled her hand back when Kate touched her but she didn't and when Kate put her hand to her lips and kissed it Jill felt elation! Kate understood! She left her hand in Kate's and let Kate guide it up and place it on Josie's pussy.

Oh, it felt so soft and wet! She liked the way it felt. Would it feel like that if she put her tongue on it? She wanted to find out and she would, someday!

Josie was very close to cummin. She noticed the change in what Kate was doing to her pussy and it felt so different than what she was used to. It was so light and sensual. 

Kate watched Jill touch and feel and explore Josie's pussy. When Jill reached the opening to Josie's vagina and paused, Kate again took Jill's hand and turned her head and looked over at her. Jill looked back at Kate with a question in her eyes.

Kate smiled and took Jill's hand and closed all her fingers into her palm except for the middle finger. Jill sucked in her breath, she knew what Kate intended. She looked back at Kate and Kate winked and slowly took Jill's hand and, with finger extended, placed the tip of the finger at the entrance to Josie's vaginal opening and let go of Jill's hand.

For a moment Jill just held it there and then watching her hand very closely she slowly slid her finger into her sister's pussy. She was finger fucking her sister! Her sister!

It was so hot. Josie's pussy was wet and hot and soft and she knew that she was going to have oral sex with her sister! She wanted to put her tongue where her finger was. And she would, someday!

Slowly, enjoying the sensation on her finger almost as much as Josie was enjoying the feeling of Jill's finger in her pussy, she began to slide her finger in and out of her sister while Kate kept fingering Josie's ass and playing with her clit.

Throughout this exploration by Jill I was slowly fucking her and playing with one nipple while Mom and I shared Jill's pussy. Watching Jill being so tentative in her exploration was very erotic. I was watching a first contact of sorts, a first exploration, and a first realization by Jill that she was bi-sexual. I wanted to be there the first time Mom and her sister had sex.

Josie raised her head off Kate's pussy and looked around to try and see what Kate was doing and froze. She could see Jill's arm extended and immediately realized that it was not Kate that was doing those things to her it was Jill! Her sister was playing with her pussy, and very nicely too!

That realization was the final tipping point and Josie knew she was going to cum. She called to Jill, "Sis, I'm gonna cum. Jill, you're making me cum. That's it, fuck me, fuck me. Oh, baby, I'm cummin. Watch me cum!"

Startled at hearing her sister call her, Jill looked up at Josie and watched in amazement as Josie told her to fuck her. She increased the speed of her finger and now was fucking her sister strongly.

Josie came, she felt the first surge deep in her pussy, she was having a vaginal orgasm and it was big. Her whole body spasmed.

Jill felt Josie cum. She felt her sister's pussy clamp down on her finger. Spasm after spasm and Josie's pussy clamped down again and again as she came. Jill fucked her harder!

Jill now knew what a cock must feel when a woman came. It was amazing! So fucking intense!

Jill wasn't far from cummin either. Feeling her sister's climax was all the trigger that Jill needed, she felt the first small contraction of her pussy than it was like a flood. Jill tensed up and, in the process, buried her finger in her sister's pussy deeply and then started shaking like a leaf in the wind. All she said, over and over was, "oh, oh, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." Surge after surge and then she jerked hard several times.

Together, the two sisters descended from their sexual high. Jill realized that her finger was buried in her sister's pussy and looking at Josie pumped it in and out a few times while smiling at her. Josie closed her eyes and moaned and then in return, reached over and flicked Jill's clit and tweaked it between her thumb and forefinger and smiled at Jill. Jill almost jumped up off the bed her clit was so sensitive. By unspoken mutual agreement both women removed their hands from each other.

Throughout this Kate had continued to fuck Josie's ass with her finger and knowing how sensitive Josie's clit becomes after she climaxes, stopped playing with it but kept her finger up Josie's ass and put her finger in Josie's pussy when Jill removed hers.

I continued doing what I do well, fucking but I was close, very fucking close! When Jill's climax hit her pussy got tighter and tighter and hotter and hotter. It almost felt like my cock was wrapped in a heating pad.

I felt the first stirring of my climax. "Jill, I'm going to cum. Want me to pull out?"

"Oh, God, no, baby! Don't pull out. I want to feel you cum in me." She started to move her hips in time with mine. "Cum baby, cum for me, cum in me! Shit, Sis, Kenny's cummin in me!"

I did a pretty creditable job of cummin. Did it feel good, you bet! Mom had reached over and was softly massaging my balls while I came and I filled Jill up pretty good.

When the last shot had been shot and I was completely done with even the minor tremors Jill turned her head and looked at me. "Did it feel good? You cum a lot don't you? I felt all of it when you were shooting in me. I like the way it felt. That was amazing! When can we do it again?"

Christ, this woman is insatiable! When can we do it again? Then it hit me, I would never be able to satisfy four women! It was just fucking impossible. I was gonna need help, and soon!

Leaving my cock in her, I rose up and leaned over Jill and kissed her. George didn't soften, at least not completely. I tried making a few strokes and while I was quite sensitive I wasn't too sensitive to begin fucking Jill again, so I did!

Jill looked back at me in surprise. I smiled and said, "Doesn't happen often. Want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop. That feels really nice."

Kate hadn't cum yet so Mom swung her legs back from Kate's head, moved around and laid down between Kate's legs and put her mouth to Kate's pussy.

Jill, watching that, leaned in and put her mouth next to my ear and whispered, "Oh, Ken, when I was watching Sis and Kate eating each other I got so hot. I want to try that sometime." She looked over and saw that Kate had heard her and was smiling at her.

We lay there slowly fucking and watching Mom eating Kate. I wasn't going to cum again anytime soon but perhaps Jill could cum again. Karen can do that, she can have one climax after another and it drives me crazy. Sometimes I am fucking jealous of her being able to do that.

Mom was doing a good job on Kate because I could see that she was close to reaching climax. I whispered to Jill, "Help Kate get off, slide over and suck on her nipples."

Jill just lay there looking at Kate. She took a deep breath as if inhaling courage and then she leaned forward and put her hand on Kate's stomach. Kate opened her eyes to see Jill moving toward her and she watched as Jill lowered her mouth to her tit and began to gently suck on her nipple. Kate closed her eyes and put her hand behind Jill's head and held her to her nipple. She opened her eyes and looked at me and mouthed 'thank you, I love you!' closed her eyes and waited for her climax.

Mom continued eating Kate, I continued fucking Jill and Jill continued sucking on Kate's nipple but now she was also using her hand to play with Kate's other tit and nipple as well.

It must have helped because Kate began moaning and now she was holding Jill's head to her tit and Mom's head to her pussy. "Oh, yes! I'm cummin! God, yes, I'm cummin. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ohhhhhh!

Kate had to almost pull Jill's mouth from her nipple after she had recovered from her climax. Jill was so entranced with sucking her first tit and nipple that she didn't want to stop. When she realized that Kate wanted her to stop she looked up guiltily and blushing. Kate, with her hand still behind Jill's head pulled her down to her and kissed her and the kiss became a 5 going on a 6! Kate definitely has made a new friend!

Mom sat up wiping her face and grinning at me. She looked at Kate and Jill kissing and shook her head as if to say, 'Kate never passes up an opportunity'. She looked at my cock as it slid in and out of Jill. She got up and crawled over and laid down next to me and reached in and began to massage my balls.

"Kenny, I'm impressed. Can you cum again so soon?"

I shook my head. "No, not for a while but shit, staying hard after a fuck doesn't happen that often and I'm going to take advantage of it and enjoy it."

Mom smiled and leaned down and we kissed. Another 5 going on a 6!

Kate broke the kiss with Jill and looked at her and said, "Thank you. You were just what I needed. I like what you were doing. Feel like doing it some more?"

Jill nodded and Kate guided Jill's lips back to her nipple. When Jill was again licking and sucking her nipple Kate looked at Mom and me and grinned. She raised her eyebrows and Mom and I grinned back at her. Then she closed her eyes and reached her hand down to her pussy and began to play with her clit.

Mom whispered, "Think Jill can cum again?"

I shrugged.

She reached across me put her hand on Jill's clit and began to tweak it with her thumb and forefinger. Jill jumped, it was still very sensitive. In a moment she was humping back on my cock and forward on Mom's fingers. Mom grinned at me.

I continued to fuck Jill and Mom played with her clit. In a surprisingly short period of time we heard her moaning around Kate's nipple at which point Kate reached over and began to play with Jill's nipple. Jill was humping hard, damn if she wasn't going to cum again!

I fucked her hard. I was damn near slamming my cock into her and she was responding. She was humping back and moaning more loudly and suddenly she just froze, she stopped. She tensed up and moaned once very loudly and slumped down with her head on Kate's stomach. Her breathing was ragged and her whole body was hot to the touch.

Josie crawled over me and kissed her sister on the cheek and held her.

I pulled out of Jill and put my hand on her hip and rolled her over on her back. Mom motioned for me to slide over and she crawled over me and took my spot next to Jill. She smoothed Jill's hair from her face and stroked her cheek and then leaned down and kissed her. Jill's eyes were closed but she had a huge grin on her face and without opening her eyes she put her arms around Mom's shoulders and pulled her down and kissed her back.

Sitting up on the bed I looked at Kate who was watching Mom and Jill. She was still stroking her clit but now had the other hand on the nipple that Jill had been sucking. She looked up at me and then saw that I was still hard and smiled and using her finger gave me the 'come here' sign.

I nodded and getting up walked around the bed so I wouldn't disturb Mom and Jill and crawled up on the bed between Kate's legs. She reached down with one hand and spread her pussy lips and with the other took hold of my slimy cock, covered with my cum and Jill's juices and guided me into her pussy. When I entered her she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and smiled.

Mom and Jill were now snuggling on the bed. Mom had her hand down at Jill's pussy and was playing her fingers in and out of her and spreading my cum over her vaginal area. Jill was smiling and watching me fuck Kate.

Mom brought her hand up for Jill to see and then slowly brought her hand to her mouth and sucked on her fingers. Jill's eyes widened as she watched her sister sucking our juices off her fingers. Mom again returned her hand to my aunt's pussy and then brought them back up and held them out for Jill to see. Slowly she moved her fingers down toward Jill's face.

Jill's eyes got wider and she tore her eyes away from Mom's hand and looked at Mom with a question in her eyes. She knew what was coming! Mom smiled and kept moving her fingers toward Jill's mouth and Jill never took her eyes away from her sister's eyes.

When Mom's fingers touched her lips Jill started to pull back but then tentatively put out her tongue and touched Mom's fingers with it. Mom kept moving her fingers until they were between Jill's lips.

Jill shuddered and opened her mouth and when her sister put her fingers into it she closed her eyes and began to suck on them. Jill was not only eating cum for the first time but also tasting her own juices!

Mom looked over at Kate and me and smiled. Watching this had to be one of the most sensuous things I have ever seen. Kate and I were watching Jill sucking on Mom's fingers. She took her hand out of Jill's mouth and again brought it down to her pussy and then back to her mouth to be cleaned. Jill kept her eyes closed and when her sister would remove her hand from her mouth she kept her mouth open waiting for the fingers to return.

Kate must have agreed with me about how fucking hot this looked because we were both fucking each other like there was no tomorrow. I was slamming into her and she was slamming into me. I realized that I was indeed able to cum again and it was going to be very soon!

Kate reached down and put both her hands on my ass and pulled me into her as tightly as possible, humped her hips against me, shuddered and came.

She arched her back and kept her pelvis glued to mine as spasm after spasm racked her body. All she kept saying was, "Umph, umph, umph," over and over.

On her 4th or 5th 'umph' I felt the tickle at the base of my cock and knew I was going to cum as well. I tried to get my cock into her even deeper as I unloaded into her. I came hard!

When Kate and I collapsed, she onto the bed and I onto her, we began to frantically kiss like two lovers who would never see each other again. We had our mouths glued together trying to suck in air and swap tongues. It was so unlike the way we had fucked before that it was almost as if she was another woman. Finally, we were through, and our kisses became softer and more loving until finally we just lay there getting our breath back.

I felt a hand on my ass and when I looked over saw that it was Jill's. She was smiling at me and rubbing my ass. Mom was smiling and stroking Jill's pussy. I smiled back.




Revelation



Revelation.

It's like walking into a dark room and turning on the lights only to realize the room was always there. It was either forgotten or forbidden.

Inside this room are the bits and pieces of your past. Some are in neat piles while others have just been randomly tossed inside.

It becomes a matter of deciding where to start your search.

My search started years ago when trying to find myself. A series of events triggered the need to know more about myself and the world and how I fit into the bigger picture of life. Along the path I met up with a few demons that decided to stick along for the ride. It wasn't until recently I had the revelation possibly brought on by a guardian angel I assuredly assumed long ago had abandoned me. She was always there but I chose to listen to the demons. 

If you've never wrestled with a demon you don't realize how clever and comforting they can be. They can schmooze even the best of us because they know our weaknesses. When you feel alone in the world they are there to tell you it's okay because they are there and you don't need anyone else. It was the others who led you into despair in the first place.

They have names, these demons. Guilt, the one that makes sure you believe that you have done everything wrong and are the source of other's pain.

Abandonment, the one that lets you know that others will leave you when you need them and he will be the only one to stay.

Fear, the one that makes sure you don't exceed in the pursuit of happiness.

Anger, she's the one that helps Repression and Hopelessness like a pack of adolescent girls that look for a victim.

Apathy who makes sure you stop caring, he also hangs out with Hopelessness.

Paranoia is a goddess in her own right but the rest of the group can easily egg her on. Paranoia shacked up with Self Esteem and they gave birth to Self Loathing.

It's a tight knit community that resides within you.

On the outskirts the lesser angels try their best to instill some sense of balance. Joy has made it across the border a few times but was escorted out. Wit has a good relationship with Sarcasm and can freely move between the lines. Fortitude tries desperately to converse with Hopelessness while Forgiveness battles daily with Atonement.

In the midst of this pandemonium hidden away is the Inner Child. She watches intently from her keyhole behind the door of the forgotten room. Wondering if they realize she's there and if they will recognize her when she or if she finally emerges. She survives on the dreams and anticipation that she gets back what was lost...her identity.

It was only recently when I found that room and stumbled inside. I was taken aback by its contents. Boxes stacked high and labeled with the names of past memories both good and bad. Slips of paper with abstruse bits of information lay here and there waiting to offer a small clue. I pulled up a chair and started to piece together the puzzle that became my life.

The metaphor of the hidden room was the best analogy I could come up with, one that could possibly be the most viable to relate to by other lost children. You see, sometimes it takes a slap from reality to make you wake up and remember that you are alive. That slap came in the form of an article I read while researching for a story. I was faced with the reality that I am a victim. An admission that is still hard to justify but must be dealt with if I'm ever going to heal my heart and soul.

I am the adult child of an alcoholic. I'm not mad, as in insane not angry, though I have felt like it for a long time. What struck home was this line: you will come to see parental alcoholism for what it is: a disease that infected you as a child and continues to affect you as an adult. Revelation.

I read that article and more realizing that a disease that I didn't have any control over has subjectively controlled me and still does. After reading the words that described me perfectly it dawned on me that this was written by someone I've never met and so I was not alone. For once I can finally say, "It's not my fault" and really feel it to be true. I can now deal with the demons.

As I peruse the memories both good and bad I begin to see glimpses of the lost child. She's small and scared and me. I can see why she became lost and why she feels alone. I want to run and take her in my arms and say everything will be okay, but I know that neither of us are really ready and now is not the proper time. We have a silent understanding.

I am puzzled. Where's the anger and tears I expected to see? Where are the biting and spitting and scratching? She's too damn complacent and resolved...or so I think. The anger was there but I was the one consumed by it and expressed it not knowing it's source. The tears I won't share, they are mine and mine alone. It is time for us to share our unexpressed grief. We must finally admit we are not to blame, there is no shame, we are stronger than we think and our self-imposed prison can be boarded up and left vacant.

Revelation leads to confession and admission. It is the forbearance to rationally and realistically take control of your life and establish livable goals. How does one do that when they've lost their identity? 

I guess it's time to become assertive and let the true feelings come out. It's time to admit that I have anger over ruined holidays and celebrations. I have anger at my father for letting the bottle control him. I'm angry that he had no consideration for anyone but himself, that he drove us places, that he wasn't there growing up, that there were no family vacations and I've yet to go to fucking Disney. I hated the times when I had to be the son and not the daughter but then was told what girls could and couldn't do. I hated lying in bed when you came home drunk and carried on with your yelling and cursing and demoralizing. I hated standing near the bedroom door, opening it just a crack in case this was the time when you might get angry enough to hit instead of yell. I hated watching you go through the DT's. I hate knowing that it could be me doing the same thing some day.

I really couldn't do anything right could I? I still can't. I don't need to be yelled at or scolded, I need to be talked to and understood. I need to be allowed my opinions and beliefs and thoughts.

It is okay to brag about your kids once in a while, it's not putting on airs or showing off. It's a matter of being proud of accomplishment no matter how small. Maybe if my drawings were hung on the fridge or the wall I may have not become so critical of my art and myself.

I'm not doing something stupidly I'm merely misdirected and if I make a mistake it's mine to make and learn from.

I don't believe the Catholic Church has the solemn rights to God. 

I don't need to feel bad that I don't get along with God; he was an absent father too.

I don't think Oprah minds being black, she's happy with whom she is despite her skin color.

I don't think I can ever be 'normal' because I don't know what it is, I can be non-conformist and be happy with that.

I will amount to something but for myself and not others. 

I choose to appear cool and indifferent, check my feelings at the door and pretend I don't care at times because when you open yourself up, the ones who manipulate and prey on weakness easily can victimize you.

I hate labels and people who feel the need to decide how others should live their lives when they are just as messed up.

I hate being told that trying to find happiness for myself is selfish because others depend on me.

I'm tired of hurting physically, spiritually but mostly emotionally. It's exhausting.

There. I got a few things out and released into the universe. Whose ears they fall upon really doesn't matter because they are free. They are out of me now.

I didn't have the worst childhood. I had fun and did kid things but I spent the first 16 years having to become an adult at some points. Maybe some day I will enjoy the holidays. I may have a few drinks without feeling guilty especially in my own home. I know smoking is bad but I'll quit when I'm damn well ready.

I know now that I'm not insane, as I've suspected. Yes, I suffer from depression but that too will be controlled and maybe even conquered. I will take small steps and overcome the demons. Some will be difficult but the others already seem smaller and weaker. I will ask for help when I need it and not feel like I have all the world's problems at my feet waiting to be solved by me. 

I will establish my own personal bill of rights. I will design my own flag and wave it proudly. I will go to battle and not be taken prisoner again because my eyes are open and I have magical super powers that will defeat my enemy.

I am smart.

I am strong.

I am talented.

I am attractive.

I am worthy.

I am compassionate.

I am a good mom.

I am a good daughter.

I am a good person.

I am.



Revelation



(Inspired by an old Leda video)

"Tell me," she commanded softly, her breath tickling his ear.

"Once we are engaged to be married, you will reveal your body to me, one stage at a time."

"And what price will you pay for that gift?"

"The strap," he answered.

"Delicious. Give me details," she whispered, stroking him slowly, sensuously.

"I will be naked..."

"I'll have a pretty, young assistant strip you."

"On my back on a high, padded bench..."

"Your hands will be tied beneath you."

"My legs fastened to straps overhead. Tied to the peak of an arching half circle of steel. My bottom protruding off the end of the bench, just enough to allow full access."

"Yes."

"You will be seated in a comfortable chair, elevated and near the head of the bench."

"What will I be wearing?"

"A black mini-skirt..."

"No."

"Your skin tight blue jeans."

"Yes."

"With a loose fitting white shirt, tied at the waist."

"Go on."

"You'll remove your right shoe and rub your silky foot over my face for me to kiss."

"I think I'll have you strapped a little first--a way for you to earn the right to kiss my foot."

"Then your left foot will join your right, rubbing against the sides of my head, my cheeks, my mouth."

"When I've had enough, I'll have you strapped again."

"Yes, and you will rise from your chair and walk slowly around me. Forcing me to follow my desires with loving gaze, as the kiss of the leather builds in intensity."

"And then?"

"Then, while the leather rests, you'll slowly remove your shirt."

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes."

"Knowing that a price will be exacted?"

"Oh, yes."

"I'll be wearing my sexiest black bra, but that sight will cost you. I'll have my assistant apply her strap with even greater zeal."

"I understand."

"While she works, I may take my rest. The crotch of my jeans pressed firmly against your mouth, my hands in your hair."

"Yes."

"Then what?"

"Your blue jeans are next."

"So soon?"

"Oh, please."

"It will cost you."

"I know," he moaned, as her long slender fingers continued to caress his naked body.

"My black lingerie comes with a pair of sexy French cut panties. The sight will be expensive."

"I know," he repeated.

"My assistant will have you in tears by this time."

"I know," he gasped. She removed her hand from his member, and gently squeezed his testicles to remind him to retain control. Her fully clothed body pressed fully against his naked side.

"And then?"

"And then comes your bra, giving me the first ever sight of your magnificent breasts."

"Oh, that will come at a terrible price."

"But worth every stroke."

"I may let you nurse as the supple, heavy strap burns its way repeatedly across your helpless bottom. Then I'll rest again, and you will taste my juices for the first time through my panties."

"Ecstasy."

"Then my panties. I will be ready by then, and your lips and tongue will bring me to climax as you writhe and cry out under the strap."

"Heaven."

"After you have satisfied me, I'll let you fuck me."

"Will you?"

"If I can return the favor."

"I'm not sure what..."

"You may fuck me, if I may then fuck you, silly. It seems a fair bargain, agreed?"

"I guess..."

"My assistant will fasten a double headed dildo in place. Your mouth will be filled with the short, thick, penis shape, while the other end will provide me pleasure. As you fuck me with it, my juices will run down onto your face. My engorged clit will rub firmly against your nose. I may have my assistant stroke you to the edge of release, if you actively work to give me pleasure. Or, it will be more of the strap. Either will please me."

"But you said..."

"I said a fuck for a fuck, darling," she whispered into his ear, returning her warm sensuous hand to his softened tool. "And once you have fucked me, I will don my strap-on and return the favor. Your ass is still virgin, isn't it?"

"Yes, but I..."

"But we can't allow that to continue, my pet. We must have you well and truly reamed to prepare you for our wedding night," she cooed. His penis once again strained for release despite his fear of what she described.

"My assistant will spread your legs wide for me, still affixed high overhead, but worked down and out along the sides of the steel arch. I'll have her lube you well while you worship my long, thick dick with your mouth. When I think you're ready, I'll take my place between your legs and slowly press myself home. The first time will be painful, sweetheart, losing your cherry always is, but I'll take you slowly and help you through it."

"I don't think I want..."

"But you will have no choice, my love. The man who will have my hand in marriage must be ready to accept my discipline and serve as lover in whatever way I choose. And what better way to demonstrate his commitment to me on the night of our betrothal?

"You'll suffer all this for me, won't you my darling?"

"Yes," he moaned as once again she moved her hand from his erection and squeezed his balls, pulling him back again from the very brink of release. He would not be allowed to go over that edge until the night of their wedding. She had told him that months ago, and convinced him repeatedly since then that it was true.

"But now you've gotten me all worked up with the description of your nasty desires," she said more sternly. "Climb over my lap so that I can paddle that naughty bottom. Your pain will bring me the release I need, and deflate that disrespectful penis of yours so that it can go back into its cage for another week."

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Revelation



Revelation 

How come she left a pair of panties on her bed? She has never done it. I have been going in her room for last 3/4 years, every morning, when she leaves for the shop. Every morning I find her room done like a hotel suit. Since I have never seen her panties on this decent display – which was unintentional for sure – it never came to me how thrilling the site of my sister's panties could be. Panties! No, they have never been in my fantasy. Perhaps, because I am young, I am decent, I am romantic. I picture her always in the conservative business suits she wears for work and in the decent robes she wears in the house, or at best in her natural profile: a goddess-like slender face, two big round breasts, a spread-out lady-like gorgeous ass, long tapered legs, two delicate feet – nothing is disproportionate; my sister is tall and her physical fortunes have perfectly been set in her healthy, slender body. Her image in my mind – I'd better say in my heart – is that of a rare mythical goddess: asexual, spiritual, or maternal, at least. It's true that I have been in love with her for many years, and don't forget I'm young. But sex never intruded in my love as a major enemy. 

I entered her room, I breathed in on her pillow for the scent of her hair, I lay where she lies. It has become a ritual for me. And yes, every morning and evening I jack off thinking of her. But like most of the guys of my age, I have never thought of doing those kinds of sexual things with her which are supposed to be normal in a session of masturbation. Thinking of her during my gratifying sessions comes in a swoon. I stroke my cock, and think that I am hugging my sister as I am going to sleep, and I feel my love for her. It's my own platonic sex with my sister. But this is only in my imagination. To tell the truth, I've never been able to think of her as a sexual being. This is because, perhaps, I love her so much and I have such deep respect for her that I am incapable of thinking of her being naked, or doing the kind of things that sex commands. All these things of deep feel are also a kind of revelation to me. A revelation inspired by the pair of panties I discovered this morning at one side of my sister's pillow. It was so shocking, so unexpected that this is the first day since its beginning I did not lie on my sister's bed just to feel her in one of many ritualistic swoons I am capable of undergoing thinking of my sister. 

Aha, HER PANTIES. A white conservative pair of panties. They're sprawling beside her pillow. They're cotton and they're trimmed with some fine white laces. It's not that I often don't steal a glimpse at panties while passing by a lingerie shop. But I have never seen or thought that a pair of panties could be this beautiful. It's, in fact, my sister's taste. Even in her undergarments, she maintains some fashion, some decency.

I took the netted fabric in my hand. I touched the soft cotton as if it is a fragile living being. If I squeeze it, my sister will be hurt. I caressed the material between my palms, gently rolling. It was still warm from her body. And clean. She must have worn it a few days. Yet it was as clean as the one from the washing, except for her smell on it. No, it did not smell of anything raw, at least I didn't think so. It was radiating some unknown fragrance. It's as if a gate closing a piece of garden in a corner of paradise opened to my nose. The fragrance is more defined, and sweeter, at the crotch. I became jealous for unknown reason. If Cologne produced an aftershave of this smell, I would use it for the rest of my life. I could not but touch the depth of the crotch with the tip of my tongue. A watery fluid seeped into the hollow of my mouth from all corners of my mouth-walls and an irresistible force drove the flood toward the tip of my tongue. A holy spirit made it known clear, the fluid wanted to reach the part of the fabric that covered my sister's sex. Thus the crotch became wet. Once it was wet I could not resist to chew on it. And chew I did, unashamedly, voraciously; nobody was my witness; I gave in to my long-suppressed and hitherto unknown fetish. My own saliva became my sister's after it swam across the crotch of her holy panties as many times as I sucked in and out the fragrant and sensual material inside my mouth. The thrill was all-encompassing. Down my black-belt belly, between my thighs, I became so hard that I could club to death all the oppressors of the world with my proud brotherly cock. 

I upturned the material to get better access to the sweetness in the crotch. Yes the inside was sweeter, darker, more aromatic, and more tangible to my taste. My previous ministration from the other side of the crotch seemed a waste of time. I chewed and sucked on it so arduously that the material threatened to become as dry as it had been before I kissed it. Then I daren't to suck on it any longer, because I needed it wet. I held the elastic band, I shook the panties to flatten the fabric. A golden hair rolled down on and clung to the crotch. It had hidden itself somewhere up the crotch. 

I caught and hold the hair as a talisman. One single pubic hair of my sister, hardly an inch and a half long and curved like a half-moon, it was difficult to hold in my hand. I tried to get its smell and I found nothing. I chewed it, a sharp thread of dry silk cut through my tongue. It least I could touch my sister through this hair. I wished it had been dipped in her perspiration or gilded with a layer of century old sand assembled between her legs. But it was not possible. My sister is not only a paragon of beauty, but also a paragon of purity and cleanliness. I became a libertine at the touch of this God-blessed hair. I ran to my room holding the hair in my one hand and the panties in the other. I closed the door. First I put the hair in the pocket of one my shirts. I would decide on it later on. I threw my t-shirt and boxer away. I flattened my sister's panties and wrapped my rock-hard cock with it. Ahah, what bliss. The wet crotch of my sister's panties is wrapping the front of my cock. I prayed to God. I became religious, at such early age. I delved into my wild imagination. Is not it possible, if God willing, someday, the same way, my sister's sacred vagina enwrap my rigid penis with the same warmth, same intimacy. 

The hair is still in my pocket. I don't know what to do with it. One thing I am sure of. I will preserve this, like the mummified pharaoh Tutankhamen. I will preserve this pubic hair of my sister in a gold chamber so that brothers in the twenty-eighth century know how much I loved my sister. 

***

"My Holy Brother," Anja sighs, embracing the diary into her bosom. "Where is he?" she shudders, as if he has died, or disappeared. He's off for basketball. A small sigh of relief escapes her bone-deep beautiful countenance, hued red by one after another tormenting blushes. Holding the elegant dairy, which she has given him on his 18th birthday for writing his poems, Anja enters her room. She opens the wall-length window of her bedroom. The air in the garden pours into the room and caresses her red face with autumnal cool and absorbs the heat produced by the shocking revelation in her brother's diary. The cool air sooths her nerves. 

Winter is not far away. Anja loves this time of the year. Being a very romantic girl, she welcomes winter, darkness, rain, and gloom. The winter exposes her to a world which lightheaded girls of her age hate. Winter is a world inside a world and Anja loves to drift herself along its course. But Anja enjoys autumn, which none of her acquaintances take any heed of, which is to them just the final days of sandy summer. 

With the air, comes along ripe light of late afternoon. Her sumptuous bedroom invites the glassy light to shower and worship its mistress. The bedroom window opens to its private garden. There is nobody to see her if she were naked. Anja closes the curtains only at night when she sleeps. Every morning before bath, she undresses, slides the deep-blue glasses open, and spends time in the nude and enjoys the flowers outside her window. She feels equally pure, original, and delicate.

Now Anja's old, innocent, and romantic world is shaken to the root by the fateful diary. The young poet, who happens to be her brother, who she has been raising with maternal love since the death of their father five years ago, has violated her person and purity. She was late for work this morning and forgot to put her discarded panties in the laundry. It's no fault of his. It's hers. No, she doesn't feel wicked or sinful. Robert loves her. She loves Robert more than anything else in the world, much more than William, her scientist lover, who gets embarrassed to look directly at her loins. 

"Where's the hair?" Anja rocks again. But she doesn't dare to go to his room and check for herself his pockets to discover the strand of her pubic hair. 'William, cursed William,' Anja cries, 'doesn't have time even to have a look at my private parts. Here my brother has stolen a strand of my pubic hair and already decided to preserve it for the brothers of the posterity.' 

Anja discards her dresses. She takes off her blazer and puts it up in the cupboard. She takes off her vest, her slack, her tee-shirt. With gentle movements, she takes off her bra and panties, and puts them in the right places. She sits on the coach facing the garden. She looks at the flowers: rose, carnation, and gardenia. She looks away. She looks up. She looks down. Shaking, she looks at her loin. Her legs are splayed. 

Strands of golden hair, none longer than two inches, form rings and ringlets and adorn the white skin of her groin. The strands seem a strip of land in the desert adorned with blond grasses. Yes, it's beautiful, Anja blossoms like a flower in her garden. Why it's so beautiful, my pubic hair? She asks herself. Yes, I am seeing it through the eyes of my brother. 

Anja shakes with an unknown fear. Her clitoris rises like a small sand dune, as she looks at it from above. My pussy lips, she whimpers. Why my pussy lips are so live? These pussy lips, which flip on William's insensitive cock like the dead petals of a floating flower, are now like the healthy petals of a plump rose on the tree. 'My brother, the poet,' Anja murmurs. 

Anja touches her sex. It is incredibly moist. She stoops and has a better view. Moisture congregated on them as the flower-petals collect dews from evening fog. Each of her delicate portal forms the breast of a sea-shell. 

'I'm beautiful,' Anja gazes at her tapered legs and blossoms like a wild flower. Her healthy calves twitch. Her toes feel like lurching. She looks at the bright red nail polish on her slender toes and her toes curl. The soft muscles on her healthy thighs sing and dance. William is going away to take up his new job at NASA. She loves William. William is adamant to finish the marriage before he leaves. The poor scientist suffers from jealousy and insecurity. 

Anja is jealous of the flatness of her own belly. Her navel has a graceful depth. With it's dark hollowness, the belly-button is a ripe bud of a pink rose. Her breasts are pointed. They are rare kind of breasts, form half-boats defying gravity in youth, and reach full banana shape in maturity. Anja touches extremely soft strands in her armpits, unshaved for a month. She thinks of the hair in her brother's pocket and strokes the short wisps under her arms. She takes the dairy and presses its hardness on her bare breasts. She tortures her aroused nipples with the sharp edges. She is surrounded by fear. William, sin, responsibility. But she feels good. In fact, she has never felt happier. 

***

Robert meets Anja in the dining. She was waiting with tea and pasta and sausages for him. Why she is so red, he asks himself. It's perhaps her forthcoming marriage. My sister values family. 

"Have you met William today?" he asks, taking his seat opposite her. 

"I have met my destiny." 

She seems tart. Robert puts things together. 'She's sorry to leave me,' he thinks. Her morose look draws some consciousness and he feels like to be protective of his elder sister. 

He has washed and he is extremely clean. Anja appreciates her brother. "Rob," Anja mutters. "You are my brother." 

Robert's heart jumps. Has she read the diary? He has not written anything explicit, or has he? It could be explained in more than one way. Yet he blushes.

"But you are more than that. After papa's death, I raised you like a son. You know I am not going to have a kid of my own and I have made it clear with William." 

What's the matter? Is she gone insane? 

"I have become accustomed to our life together. Now William asks me to go with him to the States. I am scared of foreign land, Robert. I like my bedroom, my garden, and this house. I love the shop. I love you. I don't know how can I live in a foreign land without everything dear to me?" 

"But sis, you value family. You love William. You must have your own life. I am now adult. I can run the shop. I can look after myself." 

"You are still very young, boy," Anja admonishes. 

Anja pushes her plate away. She pours tea in Robert's cup and slides it to him. He is so fresh and clean. She thinks, looking at his lips, gently touching the hot teacup. 

"Have you composed any new poem?" Anja asks. 

Robert is shy. Something must have happened, Robert knows from the way his sister is squirming. The only thing happened was that he wrote something about her in his dairy. 

"Give me one second, Sis," Robert says. He goes to his room and looks for his diary. It's not in the shelf. "It's it," he shudders. He doesn't dare to return to the dining table. But he has to. He has never suffered from such indignity. He was caught red-handed writing diary about his sister. 

He returned gloomier. H pushes the teacup away, drawing clear sigh of concern from his sister. 

"Your diary is in my room," Anja says. There is no reprimand in his voice. 

"I have decided to give you all my pubic hair. I don't want you preserve only one strand. What love for your sister, kid?" Anja smirks. 

Robert stands looking at the floor, like a burglar in front of the police officer. 

"But you have to tell me, what's so interesting about your sister's pubic hair? I am sure you have never seen it." 

Robert is desperately trying to understand whether his sister is angry. She is not giving a hint in this line. She has high moral values. That's all he fears. 

"Look at me, Robert," Anja gently pushes up his chin with her index finger. The protective maternal instinct takes over her. Robert's face is bright red with humiliation. "It's different when you see one hair in my panties. But they are not as nice as when they are together." Anja smiles. 

"It's not right, sis, to humiliate me so much for such a small thing," Raul says.

"What would be the big thing, brother? If stealing her panties and masturbating on them is not a big deal then what? Raping your sister?" 

"What is wrong in it, Anja. I love you. You don't know how much I care about you. I can't think of any other girl. All my friends are screwing around while I weep fantasizing you. I know I cannot touch you. This is wrong. You are my elder sister. You are so good to me. But, but..." Tears well up from Roberts eyes. 

Robert's suffering touches Anja. Her vision blurs looking at her kid brother. She has never let her suffer from anything. No elder sister, she is 7 years older, would have done so many things for a brother. If only she could do this also for him. But it is against normalcy. 

"Robert, it's not normal for a brother to love his sister the way you fantasize. You may fantasize your sister being your girlfriend. But it will only complicate your trouble. A sister can't give her brother what a girlfriend can. This is against normal practice. I want you to have a normal life. To go around. To mix with the girls. You are handsome. You are intelligent. You write romantic poems. Look at me. I go out with William because I want to be normal. It's not that I love him very much. Yet I have sex with him because this is normal. You must also have sex. Sex is a necessity. You can't simply wallow on it fantasizing your sister. Besides, I'm too old for you." 

Robert's heart is cut asunder by her last statement. It's as if only her being 7 years older is the only reason she cannot love her brother. He has been listening to her with rapt attention, although what she has been saying is banal persuasions. 

Anja notes the Pain in Robert's eyes. "Robert, what do you find interesting in as old a woman as I am," she begs. 

Robert is angry with himself for not finding a suitable response. He looks at her bare arms, her bust, and her calves. Her skin is smooth like a baby's. Her face has a youthful maturity, but she doesn't look like a 26 years old girl. The outsiders can't understand who is younger between the two. This is because Robert has overgrown his age. His beard, his mustache, his chest-hair all grew very early. 

"Look at your skin Anja, look at your calves, you arms. Your skin is soft and smooth like a 13 years old girl's."

"This flatter will give you nothing," she scolds. 

Gradually, Anja makes her decision. It's for him, she thinks. I can't let my brother suffer. I'm not afraid of it. I will ask him few more questions. If he is okay with it, I will not hold it any more. I need his love. 

"Incest makes people abnormal. You cannot stop it once you start. You have to live with it all your life. You are too young to make such a big decision." 

Anja is serious in her discourse. She wants to make him an adult in a moment's dissertation, to, as if, caution him so that he can never blame her when he wants to.

"Everywhere in this world a man is adult when he is 18. They can be a minister, a lawmaker. They can vote. They are hanged if they kill at 18. So why can't I take my decision at 19?" 

"Because you are to decide on something forbidden, something which society considers wrong, something which has no escape." 

"Anja, what I fear most IS an escape from it, once I get it. Although it completely depends on you. If you are happy with William, it's okay with me. Even five minutes earlier, I haven't thought I would claim you as my girl. Now it's a possibility. You have brought it forward. Don't back down, Sis." 

Robert imploration touches Anja. She is a very sexy girl. She has never had an opportunity to explore the many possibilities that sex offers with William, the good Christian, who thinks it is indecent to look at a woman's sex. Robert is a virile young man. He is so manly. A heat erupts from inside her body. She feels it in her earlobes, in the thin perspiration in the creases of her body, in her armpits. 

"What if I'm old. I'm past menopause? Will not you then look for young girls? Will not you slide through the dark doors of brothels? If you are to be my man, you have to sacrifice your life. It'll be mine. I'll not be able to put up with a slight transgression. Don't play this gamble, baby." 

Anja cries. Never has she felt such love in her heart? She feels she is not challenging her kid brother, but a man who has proposed her. She runs away, climbs up the stairs, kicks the door, and slumps herself onto her bed. She's whimpering, trying hard to swallow her sobs. 

Raul gets the import of the moment. 'I could make this promise when I was 12,' he thinks. He feels happy. He is not an edgy guy. He can wait for the hurricane to calm. He goes to his room, puts on a jeans and the bush shirt. His sister's pubic hair is in his pocket. He walks along the streets of the small town. Everything is nice. The autumn air, the sound of birds in their nests, the dim lights, passing cars, the trees, the moon is rising. The night is tender. Tonight he has a woman to love. Tonight he is the happiest creature on God's material earth. 




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Revelation



My wife loves vacations. Loves, loves, loves them. We had taken a several vacations before I found out her secret.

It is a long drive from Ohio to Florida. That year, we decided to make the trip in the car, planning to stop in Atlanta along the way to have a good night's sleep. So, what else to you talk about on a long car trip? We had exhausted the subject of the neighbors, our family and our jobs. We moved on to the greatest subject, sex. Or, not exactly, but close to sex.

"Yeah, I dated some girls in high school, even though I was shy. I remember one of them had a thing for me and a buddy of mine. Her name was Bev and she was one of those brick houses men like to talk about. She had a solid body, maybe a few pounds too many, but I loved the way her she walked, head held high with a walk that said she had a purpose in life. She really was very pretty, but she wasn't the most popular girl in school. She was curvy and had really big boobs. She also had a sweet face, one that said she was kind.

"She had been dating a buddy of mine, but they fell out. So, I and that buddy, Doug, were out one night, just driving around and getting slightly high, when we ran into Bev. We were at a restaurant, getting an early dinner.

"Now, I had been dating Bev, but I may have failed to mention it to Doug." My wife, sitting in the passenger seat, caught the hint of what we called "A Good Story," something I liked to tell her while we were making love. She had shifted in the car, turning her body towards me and putting her back to the door.

"Why haven't I ever heard of this Bev?"

"Oh, it was just casual, even if she may have wanted it to be more. We each wanted different things. I was going to go to college. She was going to stay at home and have babies. But I liked her, a lot. We shared similar values and she had a great sense of humor. And, she was a looker.

"I took her out. We watched some movies, walked in some parks and double dated a time of two for her friend, Alma." 

A semi passed, slightly pulling the car into the other lane because he was driving so fast. Or, I realized I had dropped my speed in order to concentrate on what I was saying. I did a mental downshift and got into the right lane of the Interstate. If I was going to tell, "A Good Story," I didn't want driving to get into the way of the story too much. But I still wanted to be driving, so that I didn't have to look directly at my wife. Some of this was going to be embarrassing. But I didn't think it was going to shake our marriage, going on 10 years now.

"Doug seemed glad to see Bev and he put his arm around her and brought her to our table in this restaurant. We invited her to join the two of us and she agreed, leaving behind her other friends. I think it had been a "Girl's Night Out" and Bev was going to be the topic of discussion for the rest of the group as she was being whisked away by two men.

"This seemed to be the appropriate moment to tell Doug that Bev and I had been seeing one another. He seemed a little miffed, but he didn't own anything here. Bev and I had been friends all through high school and a dating thing, now that high school was over, was none of his business.

"Doug was on leave, home from the Navy. I may have failed to mention that. I had the night off from work. Bev, it seemed, was between jobs, and so the three of us had nothing to get in the way of us making a day of it. And we did.

"Bev got the best of it, I think. We paid for her meal and Doug and I took turns having her on our arms, showing off our date. After lunch, we went to a mall and walked around, people watching and talking. We informed each other of what we had been doing. Bev, it seemed, had been seeing a guy we both knew and she was maybe going to marry him. Maybe.

"That didn't stop us. We knew the guy and wished him luck, but this day was our day. And there was competition there, too, so Doug and I tried to outdo the other in paying attention to Bev. She was eating it up, laughing, smiling and shining 'like a National guitar,' to quote Paul Simon.

"We got into my car, all of us a little tipsy after visiting a bar at 2 p.m. on a Tuesday. Sure, I shouldn't have been driving, but we had to go somewhere, even if I didn't know at the moment where we were going. This was back in the days of bench seats and the three of us fit easily in the front seat of my 1966 Chevrolet Bel Air. It was a monster, but a comfortable monster.

"It didn't take long before Bev, who was sitting between us, and Doug started kissing. Doug moved fast, holding her face with his hands and planting big sloppy kisses. He let one hand drop and moved his palm to her right breast. Laying it flat, he began molding and shaping her flesh through the thin shirt she was wearing. She had a bra on, too, as I remember later taking it off her.

"The breathing was heavy and the hands were going both ways. Bev had a grip on Doug's dick and I decided to get involved. After all, I had one hand free. I slid my right hand in between Bev's legs and started rubbing her there. The car was hot and I mean hot. I knew what to do and I drove directly to the new motel across from the high school the three of us had been graduated from.

"Keep my place," I said, as I opened the door and got out. I have never rented a room so fast in all my life. I almost threw my license and money at the clerk. She smiled a sly grin. Although she didn't see who was outside in my car, she saw that I had a local address and the look of horniness on my face. 

"Enjoy," she said, as I almost ran from the office, room key dangling in my hand.

"Let's go," I said as I got back in the car. Bev and Doug were lip locked and wouldn't have noticed it I had announced that the car was on fire. I got in, started the car and drove around the corner as Bev and Doug didn't even take a break to acknowledge that I was back in the car. They must have noticed that I was at a motel, but made no objections.

"It was a ground floor room and I pushed the key into Doug's hand. 'I'm going to get some beer,' I said, leaving them pawing at each other as they tried to fit the key into the door. I left, feeling sure they were going to make it inside. Or, maybe not. Maybe they'd just fuck in the parking lot in front of God and everyone.

"I bought a 12-pack of Heinekin, a screw cap bottle of white wine and a box of condoms. I flew back to the room and those two were already at it. I knocked on the door and Doug said, 'Go away.' But Bev came to the door, with her lipstick smeared across her face and a smile pasted on her lips. 'Come on in. The water's warm,' she said with the biggest Cat Who Ate the Canary grin I had ever seen.

"She took the wine, opened it and walked to the counter, where the plastic cups, encased in plastic, were located. She unzipped the plastic and uncapped the wine. 'Well, boys, it seems like it's time to start the party.'

"She poured the wine, took a sip and put it down. She looked at us, sitting on the bed with our mouths open, and began to walk in our direction. She took one step, putting her foot directly in front of her and then the second the same way, the way a model walks on a catwalk. And, it was sooooo sexy. She knew how to strut.

"She took small steps, making the most of what room we had given her. We were stunned, just watching and maybe even drooling. She looked like a Siren, a Nymph, a Greek Goddess. She was too, too, too sexy at this moment. And, she knew it. A woman possessed of this knowledge is powerful.

"Our dicks certainly knew it, too. I had to shift on the bed, my erection was so hard. Bev just kept coming until she was a foot away from us. We all stopped. This was magic. She was Venus, the goddess of love.

"As if on command, Doug and I stood, stepping to either side of Bev. She kissed Doug and then she kissed me. It was a long, lingering kiss, but it broke the moment of silence that her catwalk prancing had induced. Doug dropped to his knees and started unzipping Bev's jeans. I took Bev's arms and pushed them up so I could take off her pullover shirt.

"It may not have been perfect, but it seemed as if it were at the time. I got the shirt off without any trouble, smoothing my hands along her arms and cuddling into her neck. I kissed and licked the neck as I reached to her back to begin fumbling with the bra clasp. By magic, it came undone almost by itself. Bev reached up to hold the bra against her magnificent breasts and looked me in the eyes. At the same time, Doug was sliding her panties to the floor. She stepped out of the pants, still holding the bra and still looking in my eyes.

"Slowly, slowly she took her hands away and let the bra fall to the floor. It was a revelation. Bev and I had been dating, but neither of us wanted to jump into bed together. We had been friends long before we ever started dating and I had, up to this point, still thought of her primarily as a friend.

"Now, I wanted to take her, possess her, screw her, fuck her, lick her, have her and make her my sex partner for a long, long time. We stared at each other.

"Of course, Doug was noticing none of this. He was direct and pushed a finger into Bev's pussy as she stood there. 'Ooooh,' Bev said, as a look of lust came over her face. She pursed her lips and it seemed like a good time to kiss her. I did.

"As we kissed, I gently touched her breasts, sliding the flat of my palms over her hot, suddenly very, very erect nipple. I stopped toe consider that nipple and took it in between my thumb and pointer finger. Locked on to Bev's mouth, I heard and felt her breath shift as I tweaked her nipple. Or, maybe it was Doug, who was pumping his finger in and out of Bev's pussy.

"I broke away and let Bev fall to the bed as Doug continued to push in and out of her. She moaned and I followed her mouth, but this time putting my cock near it. She just turned her head and engulfed my hot, pulsating flesh.

"Doug had not been idle. He stood up, pulled off his pants and thrust his cock into Bev's pussy. She noticed it and moaned around my cock.

"I was standing off to the right. Doug was at the bottom of the bed. We didn't mean to, but we started thrusting in unison, he into her pussy and I into her mouth. Bev was getting well and truly fucked when I remembered the condoms.

"Do we need to cover up and put on condoms," I asked.

"No! Just fuck me you silly bastard," Bev said. "I'm on the pill and I want to fuck and be fucked. Now, get to it."

"I complied. So did Doug. Bev held my cock with her hand and pumped it as she fucked her face up and down my cock. Doug, in the meantime, was vigorously pumping her pussy, doing it so quickly, in fact, that I thought he was going to burst into fire. And, he did, announcing, "I'm cumming."

"He kept pumping into Bev until he suddenly froze. His face took on the look of ecstasy and he unloaded his cock into Bev. I knew when to take a cue and, as Doug backed away, I pulled my cock from Bev's sucking mouth, hearing a "pop" as I did so, and walked to the foot of the bed. I had never had "sloppy seconds" before, but I was going to do so now. I plunged my cock into Bev and started fucking her for all I was worth.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Bev cried. "Don't stop and cum in me," she cried. The excitement of the moment, not to mention the sucking she had been doing on my cock, led me to unload into her with a gushing push.

"Cumming," she said as I, too, was doing the same thing.

"That was the start of the longest day of sex I have ever had. Bev could hardly walk when we left the motel the next morning. I could hardly walk and Doug was reduced to one word responses. "Fuck," was all he could say about the night in the motel across from our high school.

"Well," my wife said. "Let me tell you about my threeway."



Revelation & Resurrection



The front door rattled. The dull, thumping sound of flesh tapping glass quickly followed. A middle-aged, black man had his hands cupped to the door glass peering into Terri Jenkins’s book store.

"Great!" Terri whispered to no one in her frustration. It seems that her reading was always disturbed right in the middle of the good parts, especially in the middle of the steamier Harold Robbins romances. Terri put the paperback down on the top of the sales counter. She'd just have to get back to her adults only lesson in preparing banana splits. 

Apparently, Harold's writing had gotten her a little more excited than she'd first imagined. Walking toward the door reminded her of just how excited she'd become. The moisture from within her seemed to have collected at the apex of her legs giving her a slippery sensation as she moved.

Standing outside the big wood and glass storefront door was a very large black man. He had turned, and was looking out toward the street. He took a few last drags from a cigarette before flipping the butt away. A tool belt hung from his hip. A van was parked beyond the man on the street. The words “Wilson's Electric Company, Inc." were painted brightly on the sides. Below, in smaller print was a phone number and promises of bonding, licensing and insurance.

"Finally," she whispered under her breath. The electricians were supposed to have been here this morning. It was now after four in the afternoon on a Saturday! 

Terri just wanted to go home.

At least, she wanted to go. Home just didn't seem like a real warm place, lately.

Terri Jenkins turned the key in the lock, and swung the big door open, determined to give this guy a piece of her mind. It didn't matter why he was so late. Half the day was shot, and Terri was frustrated. "It's about time," she snapped as the man turned to face her. 

When the tall man looked into her eyes, Terri's irritation seemed to melt away. His eyes were a deep, penetrating brown. His smile was warm and reassuring. His demeanor seemed relaxed and friendly. "I'm sorry I didn’t get here earlier," he offered. "My crew got held up over at the water plant...Working with some pumps. I left them to finish up themselves." 

"That's okay," she replied, suddenly embarrassed by her impatience.

Though his gaze lingered a bit too long on her chest, the man's voice seemed genuinely sincere. Terri relaxed.

"Mrs. Jenkins?" he inquired politely.

Terri smiled, and nodded slightly.

The man offered his hand. "John Wilson." 

Terri took his big, rough hand, and nodded, again. His touch seemed warm and gentle, yet almost electric in Terri's banana split obsessed mind. She wondered if the room was getting warm.

Arms crossed, she released his hand, and leaned against the door deliberately appraising the man. The realization that this guy was actually attractive had completely taken her by surprise. He was tall, with broad shoulders. His arms were big, and rippled with muscle. His skin was very dark. His face was pleasant, giving him a non-threatening appearance. She guessed that he must be in his early forties. She, also, guessed that she'd recover from her romance novel inspired horniness no time soon. 'No more Harold Robbins,' she told herself.

John Wilson continued in a very businesslike manner, "So, where's this problem light fixture, ma'am?"

She smiled, and directed him inside "It's right over here" She walked toward a row of track lighting which should have been illuminating a rack of today's best-sellers in the front window. Instead, the books were lit only by fading sunlight.

John watched as the woman turned toward the display window. He'd already noticed how pretty she was, and how full her breasts were. The thin sweater she wore revealed just enough cleavage to make him want to see more. Once she turned, he felt free to admire her perfect little ass. She wore polyester slacks that hung in such a way that they accentuated those little round globes to perfection. Just looking at her fine ass made him hard. 

'Man,' John mused silently, 'I gotta find a woman...soon!'

Memories of his ex-wife came flooding back, as they typically did when he started to get a little excited. This technique usually worked better than a cold shower. 

This time, though, it didn't. Suddenly, John was looking for ways to hide his erection. 

He wondered if Mrs. Jenkins kept the bookstore this warm all the time. Or, was it just him?

Mrs. Jenkins stepped back, and John easily slipped back into his professional mode. He had years of experience to fall back on.

While looking for a light switch, he mused about the fact that he had never had sex with a customer in over twenty years in the trade. Hell, he'd never been with anyone but his ex since he was nineteen. 

Then, twenty-five years later, the bitch left him for that little white prick of a business partner!

No, John wasn't bitter. Just because he fantasized about strangling the skinny, little slug, and his fat-assed ex-wife several times daily, he wasn't bitter--Just pissed!

John Wilson saw no switch or exposed cord on the track light fixture. He looked around for a wall switch, and found one at the far side of the window case. "Is that the switch?" he asked as he walked toward it. 

Mrs. Jenkins said, "Yes," and reached for the switch at the same time as the electrician. They bumped into each other, before they both backed off. They excused themselves simultaneously. Terri felt embarrassed, but noticed Mr. Wilson acting much the same way. They both laughed nervously.

Finally, Terri said that was the correct switch and John turned it on and off a couple of times. "This is going to be easy," he said. "The switch feels a little loose. Kinda like my ex-wife!"

Now, it was John's turn to be embarrassed. He had no idea why he said that. He was beginning to feel like an idiot. He pulled a screwdriver from his pouch, and started to work on the switch plate screws.

"Recently separated," Terri asked.

"Ah, yeah." John felt a little self-conscious, but the woman seemed sincerely sympathetic. "She decided she liked my partner a little more than me," he explained.

"That's too bad. You seem like you really cared."

"I did, but I feel much better, now." He pulled the cover plate from the wall, turned and smiled at the pretty, white woman just behind him.

Terri Jenkins smiled back, then added, "My husband cheated on me once, but ..."

"Let me guess...He apologized, and you forgave him?"

"Yes, but I really do love him...He's been faithful since...I'm sure." Terri wondered who she was trying to convince.

"I'm sure he has," John consoled her. "You're a very beautiful woman." He had the switch mounting screws, and pulled the device from the box in the wall. Pieces of plastic fell to the floor. "That's it," John confirmed. "Bad switch." He bent down to pick up the little pieces.

Terri stared at his round bottom. She was making mental comparisons with her husband. Her husband was about the electrician's age, but he was falling apart physically. Her husband's butt was flat, and very unattractive. The more Terri thought about it, the more she was convinced that her husband didn't compare to John Wilson physically. Mr. Wilson simply looked good, and so far, he seemed much more sensitive and understanding than the man that she married fifteen years ago.

John stood and turned back toward the door. Terri realized that she was still staring. John smiled as Terri tried to regain her composure.

"You have another?" she asked.

"Sure do. It'll be a few more minutes." He brushed by her, and out the door. The smell of her perfume stayed with him. He recognized the scent from years back. He remembered the white girls he knew in his hippie days. He remembered the essential oils--Jasmine...No, Patchouli! The scent brought a thousand memories flooding back--A thousand good times.

He found himself fumbling around in the back of his van with absolutely no idea what he was looking for. He had to stop and clear his head. He had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. It had been years since he felt those butterflies. It felt good, but at the same time it made him nervous. He rubbed the palms of his hands across his pants legs, continually trying to keep them dry. 

Terri walked back to her stool at the sales counter. She picked up her book, but found she had absolutely no more interest in banana splits. She could still smell the man that just walked out of her store. He smelled of musk. The same scent that her boyfriend in school used. 'God,' she thought, 'that was so long ago.' Her mind was turning with memories, and the good times before she was married--Before mortgages, kids and all the things she looked forward to back then. 

Suddenly, Terri no longer felt those things were very important. She wanted the old times back. She wanted to party, again. More than that, she wanted to feel what it felt like to be in love and to be loved. She wanted to feel those first nervous caresses of youth.

She looked out the front window to see John Wilson hopping like a kid out of the back of his work vehicle. Her husband hadn't hopped out of, or into anything, in so long she couldn't remember. But, why should she care? Her husband was good to her. He was a good provider. After all, he helped her purchase this bookstore.

She watched John Wilson nearly skip to the door where he hesitated to straighten his perfectly pressed work uniform.

When John had reached the door, he stopped to check his appearance. Then, he wondered why. This woman wasn't interested in him. She was married, and probably lived out in the suburbs with the perfectly manicured lawns and the swimming pools. Most likely, the only black man they ever saw was the guy that cut the grass. 

Nevertheless, he found that his hands were damp with perspiration and he was trembling slightly. He felt like he was sixteen years old, again.

John pulled himself together, and went back into the bookstore. He looked around the store, but at first didn’t see the woman in the dim light. He finally spotted her sitting behind the counter, smiling coyly.

He held the switch up, and said, "Five minutes, Ma'am, and I'll be out of your hair."

"Ahhh, so soon?" Terri wondered why she said that. Perhaps, she was accepting the fact that she really didn't want this man to leave.

John wasn't sure what to think about that comment. Either she was being facetious, or she really felt the same way he did. He flashed a blank smile at her, and decided it was the former. 

He removed the old switch, and then installed the new one in silence. He didn't even take the time to find the circuit breaker. He simply did the work hot.

Terri tried to read her novel, but she could not recall a single word that she read. She kept looking over the top of the book at the man half way across the room.

John kept thinking about Terri Jenkins's fine little ass. He was so distracted that he nearly shocked himself--Twice!

Terri couldn't sit still. She felt too restless. She wanted to party. She wondered what it would be like to smoke a joint, again. The last time was over ten years ago. 

Then, she remembered the wine. She had a bottle of cheap merlot in the refrigerator in the back room. She walked around the counter to the front door, and turned the key until the lock clicked. 

John turned to look over his shoulder to see what the woman was doing. She told him she was going into the back room and would be right back.

He finished installing the switch, tested it, and then put the cover plate back on. He left the lights on, and went to the sales counter with the broken switch in his pocket. Once at the counter, he wrote out a job ticket.

Terri came out of the back room. She had washed up a bit, and carried a bottle of wine with two plastic cups.

John was leaning against the counter staring at her. He immediately noticed the two cups and the bottle. He wondered if she expected someone.

He tore the ticket from the book, and presented it to Mrs. Jenkins when she reached the counter. 

She put the wine down, opened the register and took out forty dollars. She put the money and the bill behind the register so that Mr. Wilson would have to come around the counter to get it. Then, she poured two tall cups of cold wine. She pushed one toward Mr. Jenkins. "Join me?" she asked.

John looked into her eyes. They were a bright, beautiful blue. "Thank you, Mrs. Jenkins." 

"Terri."

He looked into her eyes once more. 

"Terri. Call me Terri," Mrs. Jenkins answered his unasked question, while inviting him to a new level of intimacy. She had made the relationship personal.

He picked up the plastic cup half full of the dark red wine, and said, "Thank you, Terri."

He touched the rim of his plastic cup to hers. Then, they both drank.

Terri lowered her cup, and asked, "And, you?"

John looked at her quizzically. "Pardon? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm John."

Terri thrust out her hand. "Pleased to meet you, John."

He took her tiny, pale hand in his big, dark hand. He looked deeply into her eyes. She stared into his. Both got stuck in a moment of awkward indecision.

Finally, John leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the backs of her dainty fingers. His eyes never left hers. Her eyes never left his. She leaned forward, across the counter. They stood face to face lost in one another's gaze for some time.

At last, their lips came together. They held hands and kissed like teenagers across the counter. At first, their lips simply touched very lightly. Soon, they began to move about some. Their mouths opened. Tongues began to slip out to explore new horizons. Their hands locked tightly together across the sales counter. Awkward was an appropriate description of their new found contact. 

Terri and John were breathing heavily when they broke the kiss, but they continued to stare into each other's eyes. Terri smiled and batted her eyelashes. John touched her cheek before he broke the silence. "What are we--Teenagers?" 

The awkwardness was quickly being replaced by other, equally uncertain emotions.

Terri was well aware of the fact that she really was giggling like a fourteen year old girl. She didn't care.

John came around to the back of the sales counter. He took the small woman in his arms, and pulled her close. His big hands nearly covered her entire lower back.

Terri felt John's hard shaft pressing against her hip and stomach. She marveled at how easy it was to recognize, even through their clothing. It seemed huge and throbbed as it pressed insistently against her. She kissed him while she rubbed her hip against John's raging manhood.

John let his hands wander down over her ass cheeks. He squeezed them. He loved how the little globes felt in his hands. They were firm, but not hard. He massaged them as he kissed her soft lips. 

Terri's breasts pressed into John's upper stomach and chest. She held onto his shoulders pulling him down to her. Her breathing had become erratic. She had to break the kiss and let her head roll back to catch her breath. 

John kissed her neck, and nibbled her earlobes. She moaned her appreciation into his ear. Her hands dropped down his sides. She took a hold of John's ass, and pulled his hips more tightly into herself.

He seemed so much different than her husband. His cock seemed so large. She had difficulty believing her own senses. She needed to find out for sure. She kept her left hand on John's solid glute while she slid her right hand around. She pressed it between their hips and slid it down until she found the object of her desire.

It WAS huge. It was twice as long as her hand and as big around as her largest sex toy. She rubbed it's full length up and down through the material of John's uniform pants.

Terri kissed him, again. She held the kiss while she brought both hands around to release his belt, and open his trousers. She reached in, and could not even wrap her hand all the way around the big, throbbing tool. She pulled it up by the base. In response, the head and the majority of John's shaft sprung out like she'd opened a jack-in-the-box.

She looked into her dark lover's eyes smiling lasciviously. She unbuttoned John's shirt. She kissed his barrel chest, and his firm stomach. She pushed his pants down, exposing his entire set of family jewels. Terri took his massive meat in her hand. She stroked it as she knelt before it. She kissed the bottom. She licked the pendulous balls. She nibbled the skin of his scrotum. 

John moaned. He ran his fingers through Terri's long, auburn hair. He stared down at his new lover performing wonders on his big balls. He couldn't help but notice how sexy this pale, little, white woman looked servicing his big, dark privates. The sight was beautifully erotic. His dick throbbed in response. Drops of clear precum began to drip from the head of his dick. John knew he hadn't been this turned on in years.

Terri noticed the fluid begin to seep from her lovers pee slit. She took the fat, spongy head of John's cock into her mouth. She sucked it hard while her hand pumped the swollen shaft. She stared into her new man's eyes. She could see and feel his excitement. Even though she hadn't been with any man besides her husband in twenty years, she knew her new lover was too excited to last for very long. Terri wanted to fuck him, and fuck him for a long, long time. She was going to make him cum now, and then get him up again to really make love. She knew it was a gamble, but it was one she was willing to take.

Terri pumped the rock hard shaft in her hand. She sucked the head with all the intensity she could muster. She stared wantonly into John's eyes. 

John's cock throbbed and pulsated. He was so close. His knees felt weak, and his head swam in the blue eyes of his lover. He started to moan uncontrollably. He held her pretty face in his big hands. 'God, she was beautiful,' he thought. He didn't want to come so soon, but she gave him no choice. She simply wouldn't relent.

Gradually, all of his being began to focus in on one point as his desire built to the point of no return. John Wilson tried to hold back, but Terri's actions over came him. He released violently into her mouth. 

Terri wasn't ready for the suddenness and the sheer volume of John's first load. She gagged as the first, powerful blast of cum slammed into the back of her throat. But, she was determined not to lose a drop. She swallowed as fast as she could, and continued pumping her lover's tremendous tool.

John held onto Terri's head and face as he shot load after load into her sweet, little mouth. His huge cock bucked and recoiled after each jet shot forth until he felt completely drained. He staggered, and had to catch his balance by grabbing onto the sales counter.

Terri continued to suck on his fat, ebony log. It was wet and shiny from her spit and his cum. She loved the way it glistened in the rapidly fading light.

She kissed and sucked his balls a little before moving back up. She kissed his body all over as she stood. 

Their lips met one more time. "Damn, that was good," John commented. 

Terri just said, "Mmmmm," and kissed him, again. Then, she handed him his wine cup, and took up hers. They drank as they stared affectionately into each other's eyes. 

Terri held John's cock in her hand. It was still erect! Her husband hadn't had a hard-on this long since their first date. "Ooooh," she cooed, "it's still hard."

"You make me that way." As corny as it seemed, John knew there was no more certain truth than that. Terri, at that moment, was the most beautiful, sensuous and desirable woman he had ever known. "You're so beautiful. Your husband's the luckiest man in the world."

"No," she replied, "You are--Now." 

They drained their wine glasses. John poured more. Terri took his hand, and led him toward the back room. John scooped up his cup and the bottle as he followed, holding his unfastened trousers up with the same hand he held the bottle.




Revelation & Resurrection



They entered the back room. John noticed a refrigerator, a sink, a small bathroom, and another small closet. In the middle of the room was a large, heavy table piled high with books and papers. He watched as Terri brushed everything off onto the floor. Then, she began to tear at what remained of John's clothing.

John got the message. He stripped his gorgeous, white lover in seconds. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined. Her breasts were large, firm and full. Her waist was small and delicate. And, her ass! Man, her ass was a work of art.

He picked her small frame up, and set her down seated on the table, and devoured her tits. He sucked, nibbled and licked. He massaged and caressed. He squeezed and fondled. 

He kissed her sides, her hips and her stomach. He kissed her thighs, her calves, and he sucked her toes. He raised her legs and kissed the backs of her calves and in the soft spot behind her knees.

Terri was now quite certain that John Wilson was the perfect lover. 

John kissed back up to Terri's inner thighs. Then, he pushed her legs apart, exposing her femininity. He kissed lightly around her spread, little pussy. He sucked each lip in before kissing the clitoral hood, and then sucking her little clit in between his lips.

Terri responded with a gasp and a shudder. This man teased her magnificently, brushing his lips lightly across her seething sex, and kissing her swollen pussy lips until he finally dove wholeheartedly into her fiery pussy.

He licked at her g-spot, and sucked her clit until Terri began to feel a warm glow spread out across her body.

John felt the tension in his lover's body begin to build. Her skin got a little warmer, and a red glow spread across her. He watched as she threw her head back, and felt her hands squeeze his as he serviced her. He knew she would explode any moment.

He pulled his hands from hers, and scooped up her ass. He held her hips up in the air giving him better access to her entire vagina.

Terri felt the glow turn to a fire. She told John how marvelous his ministrations felt. She moaned, and screamed her pleasure into the room. 

The wild fire inside of her burned from her steaming slit out through her whole body. It spread down her legs. It flew up through her insides into her chest. She rapaciously squeezed and tweaked her own engorged nipples. 

The fire spread in waves up to her neck and into her face. The flames grew higher, longer, and more massive with each flick of John's expert tongue.

Terri went over the hill screaming. 

John pressed his face into her sodden cunt as her juices flowed freely down his chin and neck. He didn't let up on the pressure until Terri's convulsions slowed and stopped.

But, John didn't stop there. He raised her legs high, and kissed and licked into her nether regions.

Terri could already feel her excitement building all over again.

John kissed and licked all around her back door before taking hold of his lover's hips, and easily flipping her onto her stomach. He licked and kissed her entire ass. 

To John, this was the ultimate reward. Her ass was beautiful, and his cock responding by swelling to impossible dimensions. John couldn't remember being so excited, even as a teen.

He buried his face in her little, pale, ass crack. He found the tight hole with his tongue. He licked all around it. He stabbed at it with his tongue, and sucked it with his lips. Finally, John settled into a routine of tongue fucking this tight, little hole.

Terri responded by almost immediately allowing the second set of orgasmic waves to wash across her. These waves weren't as high as the first, but they rolled deliciously on for what seemed to be a very long time.

John continued to eat Terri's ass as he pulled her hips back to the edge of the big table. Soon, her feet were back on the floor. John moved his tongue action back down to her pussy just to make sure it was still wet. 

It was dripping!

He stood straight, and started to rub his massive blacksnake along the folds of her pussy. 

Terri cooed and purred words of encouragement. The light touch of this man's dark tool on her pink lips awoke desires within Terri that she never knew existed. She wanted it inside of her. She needed to feel it's girth spreading the walls of her tiny pussy. She'd never had a large, black cock, and the anticipation of having one inside of her now made her insatiable in her erotic yearning. She reached back to help guide her prize home. 

He pressed the bulbous, fat head of his mighty dick against her exposed cunt. Slowly, bit by bit, he pressed ever deeper into her crevasse. Then, he'd pull it back, only to sink it slowly once again. 

Eventually, John's entire shaft was buried in his tiny lover's tight pussy. It looked so fat inside of her. He marveled at how delightfully obscene this scene was--A tiny, pink pussy spread to lewdly unnatural dimensions by a huge, shiny beer can of an ebony cock. John watched in amazement as his fuck stick slid easily in an out of this ever so tight little box.

He began to thrust faster and harder. 

Terri began to shout words of encouragement. "Gawd, that feels so good." "It's sooo fucking big." "Yes, fuck me, baby." "Oh, yes! Fuck that little white cunt!" She didn't even know why she said such things. All she knew was that it made her feel more wanton, and more aroused.

John responded by thrusting ever faster and harder until Terri pushed him away. She immediately hopped back up on the table. She sat with her legs spread, her knees bent with her feet on the table, and her pussy spread for John's big dick.

John looked down at Terri's bright red, inflamed cunt. It was covered with their combined juices, and wide open from John's enormous endowment. He pushed his tool in. It slid easily. She moaned lustily. Then, he pulled it all the way out, again. They watched as he let his cock hover just outside of Terri's rudely stretched hole. Then, he would slide it back in. He kept this up for some time, each time ramming his steel-like, dark shaft in a little faster, and a little harder.

Soon, he was slamming into her pussy like a jackhammer. 

John took his lover by the legs, and held her hips up off the table. The back of her thighs pressed against his hips and stomach. Terri's delicate calves rested against his barrel chest. He drove in and out, pistoning back and forth in long, violent strokes.

Terri could feel his cock split her apart like no other had ever done. She could feel his massive man meat caress each and every nerve ending within her pussy walls. She felt with each mighty thrust John's fat cock head brush lightly against her cervix. She had never been so filled.

She had never felt so completely fucked. The waves of orgasm had begun to wash over her, once again.

John could tell that Terri was close, so he let go. He wanted to cum with her. He slammed his cock into her over and over again. His body was covered in perspiration. Only pure carnal lust sustained his thrusts. 

Quickly, a mini-orgasm washed through Terri's body. She had become so excited, and her body so sensitized to John's big, hard cock that it seemed each wave of orgasm was an orgasm in itself. Each little orgasm built to a bigger and stronger one. She closed her eyes, and rode the waves of electric, white heat higher and higher. 

Terri could feel each of John's thrusts feed a little more fire into her burning pussy. From there it radiated out, across her body, and into the very center of her brain. The white heat washed over her, fusing each and every nerve ending in her body into one single point of pure ecstasy. 

Terri knew she screamed out something--anything. She was aware only of John's deep, brown loving eyes as she exploded into bliss.

John exploded into Terri. The years of pent up desires, and expectations all flooded out of him. He knew nothing and cared about nothing but this beautiful woman he spilled his life into. His head swam as his hips locked, and his seed erupted like a geyser into his precious lover's canyon. Burst after burst of exquisite release escaped his tormented body.

Only the love and the desire for this woman remained. He had emptied his entire life into her, and she released hers to him. They collapsed side by side on the table--Spent.

They lay there for a long time. They didn't know how long exactly. They just lay there talking. 

For some reason, Terri kept her pussy tightly closed. It was like she didn't want to lose any of her lover's gifts. 

'Weird,' she thought.

Then, she thought of her husband. Yes, he gave her things. But, it wasn't the things that she wanted. Terri knew now that she wanted more. She wanted that little something extra. She wanted respect, and she wanted love--True love, the kind that isn't bought and sold like all of the dreams and fantasies wrapped up in all of the books that lay strewn about her and her new, precious lover.

John thought about all the years he had spent with a woman that never truthfully cared for him. She may have loved him once, but never as deeply as he loved. All those years had been for nothing--Wasted in a world of selfishness and deceit. 

He looked into the eyes of the beautiful woman beside him and knew...never again. 

Even if this new love lasted for only one minute more, or on into old age and, eventually, until the end of it all, he knew now that he really could experience love and real passion--Even if only for a moment.

The two, new lovers dressed in the quiet afterglow of shared pleasure. They smiled, kissed softly and caressed lovingly as they prepared to leave for their other lives.

They made plans to see each other again, and said sweet goodbyes. They had become kids again, and they both loved the feeling. They knew sleep would come hard. They knew each moment apart would be an eternity, and each moment together as fleeting as a shooting star, but they were happy.

John Wilson entered his work truck and started the engine. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a broken, old light switch. He placed it fondly on his dash board. 

Terri Jenkins arrived home in minutes after she had left her lover. Her husband sat on the sofa watching television.

"Where've you been," he enquired without looking away from the television. He seemed to talk right through her. 

Terry now knew that her husband took her for granted, and had for years. The pretense had faded away like the burning off of the morning fog. Suddenly, everything was crystal clear.

Terri began to undress. "At the store," she answered calmly, "...Why?"

"Just curious." His voice was flat, devoid of real emotion.

Terri stood in front of her husband, naked. Her body marked by the recent throes of passion. She reached forward, and pressed the palms of her hands against her husband's shoulders pushing him back until he lay flat on his back on the sofa.

Terri turned, and straddled him as if she were going to sit in his lap. 

"You're still fucking that bitch...Aren't you?” She demanded an answer as she moved forward, and lowered herself onto her husband's shocked face.

He mumbled something as her wet, stretched sex drenched him in another man's cum.

"Now," Terri cried, "Meet my lover!"



Revelation Blues Pt. 01



Copyright 2012 © Sojoman

This is a long story, a really long story, so please be patient and enjoy it or simply skip over it.

I had hoped to keep the story shorter and publish it in a single entry, however due to its final length I thought it would be more appropriate to have it in four parts, all now written. 

American English dictionary used, apologies to those who prefer the British English :)

There is no explicit sex in this story. Apologies if that disappoints some readers. I think most readers know how it works and those who don't will find better writers on this site that would provide the appropriate knowledge or excitement :). Nevertheless, this story is for adults only due mainly to the behavior of some of the characters.

At the end of the story, in a separate part, I have included explanations as to what drove me to write this story and some information about its protagonists.

Chapter 1 – The Phone Call

It was just another routine Thursday at work. Scott had just returned to his office after lunch and was consulting his afternoon schedule when his cell phone rang. The call was from a cell number he didn't recognize, he hesitated for a second but decided to answer anyway. He was mildly surprised when he heard Carla's voice greeting him. After the usual civilities, and sensing her hesitation, he asked her to what he owed the pleasure of her call.

"I need to talk to you, it's really urgent," she said. Scott now also sensed the tension in her voice.

"Yes, of course, what is it about?" He answered half curious half surprised.

"It's not something I want to discuss over the phone, can we meet?"

"Yes, eh, sure! When and where?" he distractedly agreed to her request. This is very unusual, not to say weird, he was thinking. 

"Can you meet me this evening at my boutique in Bayside, around eight? I will be closing around that time and we won't be disturbed."

"Of course. I'll see you then. Can you give me an idea what this is about?" He was curious and surprised by her call, but now he was also a bit apprehensive. 

"I would rather discuss it with you face to face." 

Scott felt that he wasn't going to get any further information out of this conversation, so he gently said goodbye to Carla and ended the call. He had a meeting due to start in a few minutes anyway and, although the call was unusual and intriguing, he had other business issues on his mind and thought he could wait a few hours to find out what this was all about. 

Carla and her husband Don Weldon are part of Scott and his wife Mary's wider circle of friends. Not close friends but the sort of casual friends they saw from time to time and have dinner with. Carla never called his cell before and he simply never called her. In fact, he didn't even have her cell number. The only number in his contacts directory was the Weldon home number. Usually Carla, and mostly Don, would call them at home and speak to Mary.

Mary had called Scott earlier in the day and told him that she will be spending the afternoon with her friend Fiona, she will be staying over for dinner at her place. She was taking their young son Dean with her. A thought crossed Scott's mind on his way to his meeting; maybe Carla tried calling Mary at home but since she couldn't get her she decided to call him. He dismissed that thought immediately, that call sounded very personal.

Scott worked in his office until a little past seven, then collected whatever documents he needed to review that night and put them in his briefcase, he put his suit jacket on, closed his office door, and headed to the parking lot for his drive to Bayside. Scott's office was in Fountainebleau, near Miami's airport, and he lived with his small family in Key Biscayne. 

A while back, on one of their frequent visits to Bayside Marketplace, Mary had pointed out Carla's trendy female fashion shop to Scott. Occasionally, when the shop wasn't very busy, they would go in and say hello to Carla or they would simply wave at her if she was with a client. Stopping by her shop wasn't a big hassle for Scott, it was on his way home anyway, almost.

Chapter 2 – Back In Time

The tag on his office door read 'Scott M. Johnson - Chief Operating Officer'. He was 46 years old, 6 feet something tall, fairly fit at around 190 pounds. To most people, he was a pretty average looking man with slightly graying hair and friendly facial features that inspired trust and indicated an open and friendly personality. His life up to that point was a simple one; despite his demanding professional duties and extensive travel, his life was as ordinary as one's life could be. 

Scott was born in the mid 1960s on one of those small islands in the English Channel that some referred to as 'Tax Havens'. He had a normal childhood with loving parents, both professionals and practicing Roman Catholics, a heritage of the Norman era. His parents were not rich by any means, they were just well off then. They were from times gone by where credit didn't exist and where people saved for a rainy day. His family was what people conventionally referred to as an upper middle class family. He noticed early on in his life that humankind had that chronic habit, throughout the ages, of categorizing other people in small meaningless boxes, their social class being one of them. He was brought up to respect everyone, regardless of their race, religion, wealth or social status.

He attended high school, then went to college in London where he graduated with an engineering degree. His first job experience was in Reading, west of London, during which he completed a Master of Science degree on a part time basis. 

Two years later he was headhunted and ended up accepting an offer from a multinational company based in London that seemed more promising financially and provided better career perspectives. He was a fast riser. His talent and dedication were noticed by all around him. Four years later, no one was surprised when he was assigned to the company's new North American headquarters in Sunnyvale, California. He was to assist the COO with a new major international project and coordinate their activities with corporate headquarters in London. A year later, he was offered the deputy COO position when the previous title holder accepted a much more lucrative offer with another company based in the Middle East. 

From the day he graduated from engineering school and started his professional career Scott was earning good money. He always earned enough, even more than enough, to offer himself, and his family had he had one, a very comfortable life. The comfort was good in the early days and kept improving as his career advanced and his income increased. He indulged in a few luxuries from time to time, but not many. His major indulgence was sport cars.

Scott dated occasionally, had a couple of serious relationships that could have ended up in marriage, one in England and one in California, but for some reason or another they didn't. No one around him understood why a 30 years old man was still single. He had a good job with great career perspectives, some great friends and a busy social life, but no one to share his life with. 

* * *

Mary, nee Mary Clery, saw the light of day and grew up in Oakland, California, where her father was a construction worker and her mother was a receptionist in a local corporation. She lived with her parents, four brothers, and a sister in a small four bedrooms townhouse where everything had to be shared. Mary got by and graduated from high school but didn't go to college; her parents couldn't afford it, and she didn't work hard for it either. She knew she had to find a job but wasn't really looking forward to working either. She simply wasn't motivated. The idea of being like her mother, locked in an office for eight hours a day, abhorred her. 

Mary had two aspirations. She had what she thought was an artistic nature and an inner ability to relate to the art forms she wanted to explore. She was hoping to become one day a recognized, even celebrated, artist. Mary also wanted her own home, a nice place to look after and make it a showcase of her artistic creation. She definitely wanted to get out of her neighborhood and her dreary suburban life. Mary always felt she didn't and shouldn't belong there. She loved her parents and brothers and sister, but not their lifestyle. Reading all those people magazines and watching all those celebrities, rich and famous, on TV led her to believe that she had the talent and the will to become one of them one day. She just had to find a way to move on.

Then came Martin. He was a high school friend of one of Mary's older brothers. They remained friends when their paths separated after graduation, her brother working with their father in construction and Martin heading to college. 

She met Martin again during that summer following her graduation. Her brother invited Martin home one day and he spent the evening looking at her, his eyes following her every move. Martin had just returned home from college after obtaining his degree in business administration and finance, graduating summa cum laude. It was hard to tell who was more eager to start the relationship. Mary felt that Martin was her opportunity to make her dreams a reality. He was awed by her beauty and happy nature. They stared dating and Mary enthusiastically shared her dreams with Martin. 

Martin had just started a job in a local bank when Mary told him for the nth time that she wasn't looking forward to finding a job and wanted to explore her artistic potential. Her parents were pressuring her into getting a job in the meantime. Martin saw there an opportunity and proposed to Mary. She wouldn't have to work, she could focus on her new home and explore her artistic talent. Mary couldn't believe her luck and accepted immediately. This was the opportunity she needed, the way to move on. Within five months they were married. Her family thought she married well and Mary's dreams were about to become a reality, even if their new home was two bedrooms apartment in a somewhat nicer part of town.

Over time, Martin got promoted and became a bank branch manager which helped a great deal financially. They were able to buy a nice house in an even nicer part of town. With Martin's position, getting the loan they needed was no problem at all. Mary didn't work; she never even tried. She dabbled in various artistic experiences but none actually went the way she wanted. She felt she would never be the artist she was hoping to be and became somewhat disillusioned. After nearly eight years together, and for whatever reason, Mary and Martin divorced. Fortunately, or unfortunately as some may think, they didn't have any children. 

* * *

Then when Scott met Mary. It was at a Chinese New Year party held at one of his friends' house. In fact they met two weeks before Mary's divorce became final. There was nothing spectacular about their ensuing relationship. First, they enjoyed each other's company, then started dating and eventually fell deeply in love with one another. 

Mary was staying with her sister when she met Scott at that party. Dating him gave her new hope; somewhere she was happy to move from one relationship to another without having to worry much about life. 

Mary moved in with Scott the following summer, and they married the following February, a year after they first met. It was a simple wedding with Mary's family, Scott's family who flew in from England for the occasion, and some very close friends.

When they first were together, Scott felt strong and deep emotions he never felt before. He was deeply in love with Mary, feeling peaceful and happy, content actually, and ready to start that family he had been thinking about. Mary would be his life partner. What he liked about her was her happy and good nature, her simplicity, the fun conversations they had, the cozy life they enjoyed, and of course her good looks. 

Mary was now a beautiful 43 years young woman, 5'4", brunette, with hair length, and sometimes shades or color, that varied depending on her moods or what she considered in fashion at the time. She had the body of a woman half her age. She was one of those lucky women that could eat and drink anything and never have it alter her shapely silhouette. Even pregnancy and childbirth didn't alter it for more than a few months. The resemblance with the actress Rachel McAdams was striking and she was frequently made aware of that. 

* * *

Scott never knew the specifics of Mary's divorce. In fact he never preyed into her past life. All he knew was what Mary cared to tell him; she and Martin just grew apart over time and although there was a certain affection between them, there was no love left. Martin had become distant, busy with his job. She suspected even that he was involved with someone. They were practically leading separate lives. Mary thought the best way for them was to separate before their life became untenable. 

When Mary told Scott that she would prefer to stay at home and look after him and their home he didn't object. Scott understood that Mary was not a career person, not even motivated by professional work. She preferred to be at home, look after her house, explore her artistic penchant, have an active social life, and of course take care of her future family. In a way, Scott was very happy with her decision considering that any money she would have earned with her limited qualifications would have eroded to almost nothing once they considered the additional income tax they would have to pay and the expenses she would incur anyway. They could afford a maid to help with the house chores but Mary objected vehemently. The cleaning was very important for Mary because she occasionally suffered from allergies and the house had to be kept allergen-free. She seemed to thrive on all the cleaning, shopping, laundry, cooking, and all the other things that people do to keep a house, a very nice house at that, the way Mary liked them. 

Scott didn't think any less of Mary. Quite the opposite actually. He was bored with all those career women he had dated. Some of which considered other people as a stepping stone, maybe even a necessary fuck, towards the advancement of their own career while others simply showed distinct signs that they would put their personal career before their family. Both his and Mary's families had traditional values and respected a well kept home. Both their mothers worked, in fact Scott's mother was a career woman, but both mothers had put their families' happiness and well being before any professional interest or considerations. The fact that Mary didn't work meant that she was able to take care of their household during the day and they could have all the time they wanted to enjoy their evenings and weekends together, occasionally with friends, or simply relax and enjoy each other's company. 

Interestingly, after they married, Mary offered assistance to a friend here and a friend there that lasted a few days or weeks and for which she seldom got paid. She helped a friend who owned an antique shop redecorate the shop, she helped another friend with administrative work and preparation for an art exhibition. These were indeed very rare occasions; all in all, Mary 'worked' three times since she met and married Scott, and only once did that work extend beyond a week. Each time Scott hoped that Mary would find something interesting she could get involved with on a regular basis, but that didn't happen.

On a few occasions, when Scott invited work colleagues over for dinner or when they met them at business functions and parties, and particularly when work or business topics were discussed, which was unavoidable at times, he heard Mary tell his friends or their spouses that she is the dumb one in the couple. A few times, as they were driving back home, she told him how intimidated she was by the intellectual abilities of his friends and work colleagues. The first couple of times Scott dismissed it and joked about his friends' desperate attempts to look good and impress Mary. When it happened a few more times he addressed the matter openly and seriously with Mary. He told her that she is far from being dumb and that she had immense qualities and talents that she could put to good use if she felt that was important to her and to her self-esteem. He even suggested, several times, that she considers studying and pursuing a college education or working part-time, even supporting some local charities, but she systematically refused. He suggested she develops some of her interests and hobbies like painting and sculpting which she attempted from time to time with pretty good results for a beginner, he thought. Mary enrolled in a couple of workshops and 'ateliers' but dropped out after a few weeks.

Five years into their marriage they had it all, or almost all. They were in love and enjoyed thoroughly their friendship as well as their intimate relations. In fact their intimate life was excellent, alternating between tender love making and raw passionate sex, depending on their moods and needs. They had a busy social life and traveled together frequently. Scott had a great job, he had been promoted to COO when his former boss took an early retirement. They were well settled in their beautiful home, they were financially comfortable, they had four cars, Scott's company car and Mary's personal car, in addition to Scott's two pet cars, a Jaguar and a Mustang, and life was absolutely great. 

Two things nagged Scott though.

He knew that Mary had plenty of spare time during the day; they were not a high maintenance couple. In the early days of their marriage, after they moved from Scott's apartment to a house in Redwood City, Mary was focused on supervising some painting and repair work, buying things for the house, decorating it, setting up her kitchen, and looking after the plants in their small garden. In simple words, giving their home the woman's touch it desperately needed. Scott was ecstatic with the way their home looked now. Mary's interest in artistic circles took a new turn and she would spend time visiting galleries and exhibitions and buying various works of art for the house, and even one amazing painting for Scott's office. But all that had changed recently. Mary's life now revolved around getting up late, having a long breakfast watching some TV, occasionally catching up with a friend or going shopping or, when the weather allowed, heading to the beach and sitting there for hours suntanning and reading a book or her favorite magazines. She would come home late afternoon and start preparing dinner. Although not a great chef, Mary was a good cook and always made sure they had nice meals and great deserts, her specialty. The thought that Mary may be bored during the day worried Scott. 

There was also one thing missing in their life; children. When they married Mary was on the pill, they wanted to enjoy each other's company before expanding their family. But time went by, Mary being in her mid thirties and her body clock ticking, they couldn't postpone this any longer. Scott also wanted to enjoy their children before getting too old. 

Scott saw an opportunity to address both concerns.

They were on vacation in Hawaii when Scott brought the subject up. They were both thrilled by the prospect of having a child and growing their family. Mary stopped taking the pill and one year later their son Dean was born.

When Mary became pregnant, she had the most wonderful pregnancy one could hope for. Mary's gynecologist told them that they were expecting a boy as soon as the ultrasound scan allowed the doctor to detect the gender. Mary never had morning sickness or felt uncomfortable with her weight; people could hardly tell she was pregnant till the sixth month. She was happy all the time and Scott was as happy as she was. It was probably the happiest time of their life so far. When the day came, Scott drove Mary to the clinic and attended the delivery. He actually took some photos and held her hand throughout labor. Dean was one beautiful and healthy 7.3 pounds baby. 




Revelation Blues Pt. 01



With Dean's arrival and the expansion of the family things got a bit busier around the Johnson household, but soon after Mary's daily pattern didn't change much. A year later, and although Mary didn't work, she asked and Scott agreed that they put Dean in a day care center, at least for the afternoons, four days a week. She thought, and again Scott readily agreed, that being with other babies and having interesting things to do would be great for Dean's development.

Two years after Dean's birth, Scott's company decided to relocate a major part of its worldwide operation, including their technology division, to Florida. Scott had to move as well, along with his staff, at least those who agreed to move. Scott had to deal with two things, the massive human and professional effort associated with the move and with Mary's initial resistance. 

Mary didn't take the notion of moving to Florida too kindly, particularly the fact that she was leaving her family and friends behind and having to adjust to a new life. She understood that Scott had to move and keep the job he liked and had invested many years making it what it was now. She also understood that the alternative was for him to resign and look for a new job in California. Yet, she was adamant she didn't want to move. When confronted with Mary's strong resistance, Scott was willing to give in, resign, and remain in California. He told Mary that what mattered most to him was his family and their well-being. Mary noticed that he was somewhat disappointed but not the least worried. Scott informed Mary that he wouldn't resign immediately, he wanted to ensure that the move to Florida went as professionally and as smoothly as possible, however, he would inform his boss that he would resign as soon as the move was completed and someone else could take over his position. He needed to time his announcement to avoid rumors spreading and uncertainties compromising the move.

Several months had gone by when Scott was having dinner with Mary in one of their favorite restaurants. He told her that the preparations for the move were well advanced and very much according to plan so he felt the time was right to take the next step. He had a meeting scheduled with his boss the following Monday and he planned on informing him about his intention to resign then help him look for his successor. That's when Mary said something that took a while to register fully in his mind. He had to ask Mary twice to explain what she just told him. Mary had suddenly changed her mind. Despite her initial reluctance to move, Mary told Scott that she understood his job requirements and that the move would be good for them, like a fresh start, and that she was now ready to do it. He tried telling her that she didn't have to but she was adamant that they should go ahead and move to Florida. Scott was somewhat surprised by Mary's sudden change of mind; she now seemed more enthusiastic about the move than he was. He didn't understand why they needed a 'fresh start', but he attributed that to the lack of excitement in Mary's life, may be even the outright boredom she demonstrated at times. The direction of the conversation changed completely. They had to reconsider things differently now. 

Sex that night was one of the most passionate they ever had. Shifting between intense and raw at times and tender and loving at others. It had slowed down a little in the last few months but tonight Scott felt that it was back in full swing, the way it always was between them. He and Mary will be OK wherever they were. He sincerely hoped that the move would give her an opportunity to get out of her daily routine, set up their new home, and explore new possibilities in Florida.

The time came when they had to finally move. They first rented a house in Miami Beach, a company perk, while their house in Redwood City was being sold, then they bought their new home in Key Biscayne. It was much more expensive than their previous house but that didn't seem to worry Scott much. He wanted the best for Mary and Dean. He hoped that the proximity to the beach and the unique lifestyle in Key Biscayne would help Mary adjust to and enjoy living in Florida. It took indeed a bit of adjusting for all of them. Scott was kept busy completing the move and putting together the new organization and the new infrastructure. Mary handled getting Dean settled in his new preschool, focusing on furnishing and decorating their new house, and dealing with the day to day logistics of a small family. 

All in all they were a pretty happy family. That is of course if one made abstraction of the occasional arguments that all couples go through from time to time and what Scott noticed with Mary's shifting moods and bizarre behavior over the last year.

Chapter 3 – Don and Carla

The minute Scott sat in his car his thoughts started to focus on the purpose of Carla's call. He was that sort of person than can multitask and process a few things at the same time but there was always a dominant thought in the foreground. At work, his focus was on business matters, at home it was on his family and domestic matters, and now driving east on the Dolphin Expressway his thoughts were focused on Carla's call and what could be so important that she wanted to talk to him about it urgently and face to face. 

Several thoughts or ideas crossed his mind. He knew that her shop was having some financial difficulties, so maybe she wanted some financial assistance or business advice, not that she would ask him personally for the former nor was he the best qualified to provide the latter. Scott had an impressive list of contacts that he could refer her to. Yet, something still didn't feel right, she could have at least hinted to that in their brief phone conversation. He suspected she may be planning a surprise for an upcoming event, but quickly dismissed the thought as unlikely; she surely could have dealt with this over the phone, or at least hinted to it, and as usual discuss it with Mary first. He could only conclude that it was most likely a personal and delicate matter.

His thoughts drifted as he remembered how they met Don and Carla Weldon. They were a few years older than him and Mary but not much. They met by chance. They had bought the same holiday package. They happened to be on the same plane on their way to Saint Martin for a week vacation. They also happened to be in the same hotel but in different wings. Both couples had a child, the Weldon had a daughter, Tiffany or Tiff as she was affectionately called, who was 12 years old, and they had Dean, who was 7 years old then. 

They met several times at the beach or in one of the hotel's bars or restaurants. They didn't bond and become inseparable, but they were friendly when they crossed path and relaxed in each other's company. They would chat occasionally and share bits and pieces of their history and interests. Scott learned that they were about to open a new boutique in Bayside and that the trip was both a celebration and a break before the opening of the boutique.

Mary didn't like Don much, she thought he was "ugly and pompous" and was somewhat relieved when he became sick and spent the last three days of their stay in their room, actually bathroom would be more accurate. 

On their flight back, in the same plane again, they were seated together and Don said he would like them to stay in touch and maybe have dinner together sometime. He wrote their address and phone numbers, including his and Carla's cell numbers, on a piece of paper and handed it over to Mary. Scott was surprised that Don handed the paper to Mary but she was closer to Don so he didn't think much about it. Mary handed over one of their visiting cards containing their address and home phone number. She told Scott later that she felt compelled to do it, a polite gesture, but wasn't expecting them to see the Weldon again any time soon.

She was right! They haven't heard from the Weldon for well over a year. Then one day, out of the blue, there was a call. Mary called Scott at work, first telling him he wouldn't believe who just called her, making him guess a couple of times, then told him that Don called and was inviting them to dinner at a nice Texan-Brazilian restaurant in Miami Beach. It seemed like a friendly invitation and they agreed to join them next Friday evening at that restaurant. 

The evening went well. They reminisced about their trip to Saint Martin and evoked what happened in their respective lives since then. they had a good time chatting and enjoying the buffet and the wonderful meats being served. As usually happens, a few weeks later they returned the invitation, and from then on they saw Don and Carla on a semi regular basis.

Over time, Scott developed his own opinion about Don. He thought that Don wasn't the brightest person he ever met, far from it. That doesn't mean that Don was stupid, he just wasn't the sort of person Scott thought of as intelligent. Cunning was maybe a good definition of Don's character. He was a typical 'any product' salesman, the kind one meets in trade shows behind various exhibits or stools trying to sell a revolutionary food processor, usually the sort made in China with a built in TV should you get bored during the three minutes it took to grate some carrots. At the next trade show he would be promoting a noiseless and filter free vacuum cleaner, and sometime later, in another fair, a life prolonging and health enhancing pill. Basically just about any product a manufacturer decided to promote or dump, or suddenly became out of fashion. Don can talk for hours, tirelessly, phrases chained to phrases telling invariably the same thing in so many different ways. His idea of negotiation was giving the potential buyers a ridiculously high price to start with, telling them that this is their lucky day because he liked them and feels in a generous mood so he was going to give them a better deal. Of course they shouldn't mention it to friends or other potential buyers because he has to earn a living. That was when he usually smirked and winked. He would then offer them the very same product with a 40 to 50 percent discount, cash payment preferred. 

The only problem was that Don was unemployed most of the time and his trade fair stints were few and far between. The boutique he had referred to when they first met as 'theirs' was actually Carla's. Don was busy being unemployed and occasionally with his trade fairs. Don practiced his selling talent in his everyday conversations. He always seemed to be selling something. Scott never liked or disliked Don; he accepted him for what he was and looked at the positive side. Don was at best entertaining at times and enthusiastic and talkative the rest of the time, even if many of the things he would say were of questionable taste. Mary gradually warmed up to Don and enjoyed his talking talent, he clearly was a great distraction. She enjoyed Carla's company and friendship as well. Don entertained her and Carla had a shop selling things Mary liked to wear. She started visiting the shop on a more regular basis, whenever she was shopping in the area.

Carla was the opposite of Don, she was quiet and reserved. It took a lot to warm her up and get her talking. She was a very private person. That was one of the reasons Scott was surprised when she called. Unlike Don, Carla was a no-nonsense person, she was soft-spoken but articulate and precise. When Don got to know her, and see her in her relaxed state, he was pleasantly surprised and impressed by her knowledge and her ability to tackle most subjects with ease and confidence. If the topic was foreign to her, she would not pretend or fake knowledge, she would ask pointed questions and show sincere interest in the answers. She seemed focused on two things, running her business and looking after her family. She had a discreet beauty about her and never seemed interested in competing with other women for looks or attention. Her make up was always discreet, her clothing mostly conservative, even when she went out to clubs or parties. She was in a very good shape for a woman of her age and one that gave birth to three girls. Their two eldest, who were 20 and 18, had already left the parental home and Scott and Mary never met them. The youngest, Tiffany, was now almost 15 years old and of course still lived with her parents. Carla enjoyed going out and having a good time, but she never flirted or abused her drinks. She was the sober one that drove her often wobbly and barely conscious hubby back home. She didn't drink much but she did smoke, a lot. That was Carla's major flaw, she was a chain smoker. Her smoking tainted her otherwise perfect teeth.

The two couple went out about once every month initially, as two couples and well as with other friends. They invited each other to their respective houses, for a barbecue or for parties. Scott took Don and Carla out sailing on two occasions. What surprised him was that it was at Mary's suggestion, she usually didn't enjoy sailing. The rest of the time they wined, dined, clubbed and danced. Scott danced with Carla a few times, she would hold his shoulder sometimes and talk to him with her lips almost glued to his ear. Knowing her, he attributed that to the loud music as they could hardly hear themselves talking. Both Don and Mary made a couple of sappy comments. Don had a silly grin on his face when he told Scott that Carla was one hot lady and she seemed to have some plans for him. Again, Scott attributed that comment to Don's drunken state and his lack of good manners. Mary suggested on a couple of occasions that something was going on between Scott and Carla. Scott knew that these remarks were probably suggested by Don. Neither Scott nor Carla ever said anything to the other that would have been considered inappropriate, not even in a teasing or in a light flirting manner. This was not in Scott's nature and he didn't get the impression that it was in Carla's either. Somehow these comments made Scott wary of Don and dampened his enthusiasm to be anywhere near him, so they went out less and less with them. Mary never complained and seemed to be happy with that.

Then that call from Carla which was the reason Scott was heading to Bayside and not to his home.

It wasn't rush hour but traffic was relatively dense and by the time Scott reached Bayside and parked his car it was 7:50pm. He walked over slowly to Carla's shop and saw her talking with a customer. He didn't want to disturb her so he waved at her and stayed outside the shop waiting for her to finish dealing with her customer. A few minutes went by then the customer left the shop and Carla invited him in. She greeted Scott and gave him the usual kiss on the cheek they all exchanged when they met, then closed the door behind him and put the 'closed' sign on.

Scott could feel the tension building. She was behind her counter, fiddling with some papers, and he was making small talk about how nice her shop looked waiting for her to come to the point of this meeting. Carla seemed hesitant and apprehensive; Scott felt that she needed some prompting. 

"So, what is that urgent matter you wanted to discuss with me face to face?" He asked looking at her with a warm encouraging smile on his face.

Carla looked up at Scott, dropped whatever she was doing, moved around the counter, and stood in front of him before blurting a string of words that resonated like an explosion in his brain.

"I think that Mary and Don may be having an affair." 

Chapter 4 – Revelations

Jesus, Mary, Joseph! Talk about a personal and delicate matter! His brain's tachometer was suddenly in the red zone, its gray cells spinning, processing what it was just handed, trying to understand, make sense, analyze probabilities, options, and implications. Did he understand her well? Was that a question or a statement she made? How does she know that Mary was having an affair with Don? She didn't say 'know', she said 'think'. He felt his brain saturating and about to explode. Scott could see through the haze clouding his vision that Carla was still looking at him, expecting a reaction, a response. Her lips were moving but he couldn't hear what she was saying. How long has it been since she asked him that question? A few seconds, half a minute at most! He breathed deeply. The methodical, rational, controlled part of Scott took over, for the simple reason that he had no idea what else to do. He reverted to the safe things he knew, was trained for, and applied at work. There are no schools or courses that taught one how to react and what to do in such circumstances.

"Jeez Carla... this is out of the blue... sorry. Do you know this for a fact or is this something you suspect?" he answered refocusing on Carla

"I'm not one hundred percent sure, Scott. It's something that has been nagging me for a while, I am almost certain that something is going on between them. Bizarre things are happening and it is driving me out of my mind. It has gotten to a point where I finally decided to talk to you and see if you knew something or at least shared my suspicions." 

"Well then, tell me what led you to believe that they may be having an affair." Scott relaxed a little but as the words were coming out of his mouth, he remembered his own observations about his wife's recent bizarre behavior. 

"For a start, they talk to and see each other a lot, my daughter came to see me last weekend and she was quite distraught. She told me that she heard Don several times on the phone with Mary, they call each other several times during the week and sometimes several times during the day and she heard him on a few occasions planning to meet with her. Tiff also told me that Mary initiates the calls most of the time; she calls both the house phone and Don's cell phone. Tiff is absolutely certain because sometimes she picks up the phone and Mary greets her. When Don notices that Tiff is around and could be overhearing his conversation he starts whispering or goes outside the house. Tiff told me that she is very worried about her dad's behavior because the calls last a very long time and his behavior during and after each call seems odd, unlike when he speaks with our other friends. That disturbed me a lot and I was planning on asking Don about those calls. Then on Monday I was saying hello to a couple of neighbors that were outside chatting when I was leaving for work. One of them asked me if our phone was out of order. I said no and asked what gave her the impression we had phone problems. She replied that she saw Don using the public phone booth around the corner several times recently. The other neighbor said that she noticed that as well. With what Tiff told me, I suspected that Don was using the public phone either because he called when I was at home or to avoid being heard by Tiff. You can understand why I became seriously worried as well." 

She paused for a second as if to catch her breath and decide what to say next. Scott had never seen Carla so agitated, he waited for her to resume saying what she had to say while processing what she told him so far. 

"Tuesday evening I decided to bring up the subject with Don," Carla continued, "He was kind of dismissive, he just told me that Mary is going through some difficult times and is confiding in him as a friend. She wanted a man's perspective on the things going on in her life. He led me to believe that Mary was initiating the calls rather than the other way around. When I asked what kind of things they discussed, he first tried to tell me that it was Mary's private life and he promised her not to talk about it. I insisted on knowing and made a big fuss about it, I even had to remind him that I'm his wife would you believe it. Anyway, he finally gave in and reluctantly told me about his chats with Mary. I've been thinking since then about what Mary supposedly told him and, honestly, it's the kind of stuff that you only share with someone with whom you are very close or even intimate, in any case someone with whom you have more than just a 'friendly' feeling. This is not girl talk. So I've become even more worried and more suspicious. You know Don has been out of work for a while, when he is not home or here helping me with the shop occasionally I imagined that he is out there looking for a job, but that also means that he has a lot of time and opportunities during the day to do what he wants, including seeing Mary. Mary is not working and Dean is at school during the day. You know Scott, it's like a worm, once you become suspicious of something it keeps eating at you and now it reached a point where I am convinced that something is going on. I am not becoming totally paranoid about something that isn't there. I have to admit though that I have no proof. Don't you have any reason to believe that Mary is acting suspicious?" 




Revelation Blues Pt. 01



As Carla spoke, Scott was making several mental notes of things he needed to understand or ask her about. All this was news to him and, although he didn't believe Mary was involved with Don in any way considered inappropriate, he couldn't just dismiss what Carla told him and ignore it. Despite the unusual situation, Carla behaved the way he would have expected her to, she was a no-nonsense, straight forward person after all. At this stage, her suspicions had to be addressed and resolved one way or another. She was still waiting for his answer.

"To be perfectly honest, I noticed several things in Mary's behavior over the last few months that either made no sense at the time or seemed totally out of character but absolutely nothing that would lead me to believe that she is involved with someone else, and Don in particular." 

Scott paused for a second, referred to his mental list and continued. 

"Carla, I need to ask you a few questions. First, what did Mary tell Don, and particularly which parts made you think that it was more than friendly talk?"

Carla looked a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable, but there was no way this could be avoided or stopped now.

"For one, Mary told Don about her affairs and that you already know about them and have forgiven her. You see, if I had cheated on Don, I wouldn't feel comfortable at all telling you that I did such thing." She was now staring at the floor.

Scott was absolutely dumbfounded. He was struggling to keep his composure. What does she mean by Mary having an affair? No, that wasn't what she said, she said 'affairs', plural! And hell no, he never forgave her! How can he forgive something he didn't know about, or even imagined? He had to think fast. Either Don was lying to his wife for some reason or Mary has been hiding things. This is a binary matter, there were no shades of gray or middle grounds. He had to know the truth. He also had to play his cards right. His professional experience taught him so. Carla is a discreet person, if he said something that may lead her to believe that he knew absolutely nothing she might feel embarrassed, or guilty about the disclosure, and would probably shut down. No matter how much Carla wanted to find out the truth about her husband, knowing her reserved nature, she may become reluctant to share that sort of information, or so he thought. That was definitely not what he wanted now. He had to get it all out first then dissect it and analyze it. There was no way he would let her believe that he wasn't aware of what Mary had supposedly said about her previous 'affairs' or the well of information may dry up. He can always straighten the record later. 

"I see. I know what you mean Carla. Did Don mention any specific affair?" His tone was as neutral and as calm as he could manage considering the situation.

"He mentioned one with an artist," she said. "I don't have a name. All I know is that he committed suicide sometime later."

"That would be Andy." Scott then proceeded to tell Carla about Andy's story.

Years ago, when they lived on the west coast, Mary knew an artist called Andrew Blair, or Andy as he was commonly known. A lonely, sad sort of fellow. He was an artist but he also used to give painting lessons and do some graphic design for commercial advertisements. 'Man does not live by art alone', he remembered thinking at the time, rephrasing a famous saying. Andy was in his late forties and fell in love with a young woman half his age, they lived together for a while during which she became pregnant and they had a baby girl. That was roughly the time when Mary first met him, she was attending one of her painting workshops and Andy was a guest artist invited to present some of his work and techniques. They stayed in touch through their common circle of artist friends. Things didn't work out well between Andy and his girlfriend, it seems they were fighting all the time. They weren't married so the woman just packed up one morning and left taking their daughter with her. She went back to live somewhere in the Midwest with her parents. Andy could no longer see his little girl, her mother wouldn't allow him to come anywhere near her, and he became very depressed. People invited Andy over to dinners and parties and tried to cheers him up but his depression got worse and worse. He shot himself in the head about a year after Scott and Mary had moved to Florida. Mary was clearly sad when Scott got home one day and she told him that she spoke with a friend in California and learned about Andy's worsening depression and that he eventually committed suicide. 

Scott remembered seeing Andy on three different occasions. Andy invited them once for dinner at his house, along with other artists, shortly after his girlfriend left him. He met him twice after that when Mary worked for him for a few weeks to help him with some exhibition he was organizing; at least that's what Mary told Scott at the time. Scott remembered that period pretty well because it was shortly after that exhibition that Mary's attitude towards the move to Florida had changed. 

This revelation startled Scott. It was like an acceptance of a fact. There was no way Don would have known about Andy unless Mary had told him. Still, that was not what Scott would call conclusive proof that they had an affair. Mary may have mentioned Andy's story and Don added his own sauce to the tale. Nevertheless, the seeds of doubt were sown in his mind and things were now in motion. He decided that he will find out the details about this and the other 'affairs' later. He wasn't prepared for this now nor was he on familiar grounds. He decided to change tack. Maybe there was a part of him that just didn't want to know!

"Andy is history now," he continued, "and that doesn't necessarily mean that something is going on between Don and Mary. What else did she tell Don?"

"Well, she told Don that she is unhappy with her life with you, that you work too much and she is just bored being at home and looking after your son. She told him that she will probably leave you. She also told him about the new BMW you bought her. She said that she will wait for it to be delivered before she leaves you. Did you really buy her a new BMW?" 

Scott seemed to go from surprise to surprise. Shock to shock was a better way of describing his state now. He was not aware that there were any issues between him and Mary, let alone serious ones. She apparently clearly stated an intention on her part to leave him. He couldn't believe that. He always knew that he and Mary could discuss any matter openly and always try and find a solution that worked for both of them. Of course they had that odd heated argument now and then; he didn't know many couples who didn't have issues inside fifteen years of wedlock. In their case, their arguments usually revolved around Scott getting late from work, or having to travel for business when they had made other plans and had to cancel them sometimes, or about what he thought of Fiona, but the longest he could remember was about moving to Florida. He knew that Mary never really liked being in Florida, too hot and humid she said, and he knew her preference for California. Yet, she is the one that suddenly decided that they should move. Anyway, he could hardly call these grounds for the sort of unhappiness Mary was apparently sharing with Don. The time they spent arguing about this and that was so minimal it would barely deserve a mention. Furthermore, Mary never told him she was unhappy and bored with their life as a couple. If anyone had asked Mary, he was certain she would answer without the slightest hesitation that they were a very happy couple. That's what she tells him anyway, regularly. As for the car, they merrily went to the BMW dealership a couple of weeks ago to order her birthday gift. A custom made 328i convertible. She chose everything from the color of the paint to the heated seats and everything in between. She had to wait for at least three months to get the car built in Germany and delivered to Florida. Scott didn't even want to get a loan or lease it, it was a gift, he paid for it in full. The deal was approved and the order was being processed as they left the dealership. Mary was ecstatic beyond words.

"Yes, a couple of weeks ago, I bought her a 328i convertible." he slowly replied still mulling on all those thoughts and processing all that information.

"How much did that car cost you anyway?" Carla asked.

"Let's just say that it was well in excess of $50,000 home delivered."

Scott could see the surprised look on Carla's face, she probably had no idea what those cars cost. They just looked at each other in silence for a while.

"You know," he said breaking the silence. "If Mary wants to leave me it's not a car on order that would make a difference or affect her decision. Even if she told Don that she no longer loves me, which I don't believe is true. Let's assume it for a minute, we have a 15 years history, a deep friendship, a life that many envy us, and most importantly a son we both adore. All that can't just be dismissed on a whim, she never gave me the slightest indication that she wants to leave me. There is something else you should know, living on her own scares the hell out of Mary, she would have to deal with new responsibilities and handle issues she never had to confront in her whole life. Mary is also used to a lifestyle that she would lose the minute she sets foot out of our door and, let's be honest about it, she is not the downsizing type. "

Then it dawned upon him, "I know what you may be thinking Carla, but the idea that Mary would be leaving me for Don is just preposterous. They may be very close friends, I'd even grant you that they could even be lovers, but certainly not in love. I truly don't see Mary living with Don. How can he support her and her lifestyle while being unemployed?"

"But in case of a separation or a divorce you would have to pay her alimony and child support." She obviously had given this some thought.

Scott thought briefly of Mary's divorce from Martin. She had told him that they grew apart and eventually divorced. Maybe Mary was now at the same crossroads with him. He quickly dismissed that idea; Mary had never told him anything that would lead him to even suspect that she was unhappy, let alone wanted out of their marriage.

"Carla, this is not something I want to get into or worry about at the moment. Let me just tell you this, and again let's forget about love, Dean, the years and all the other things that bind us together for a moment. I have no reason whatsoever to believe that Mary is having an affair or that she seriously wants to leave me. That she may be bored at times because she is alone, I can accept that, in fact I know that, but then the solution is in her hands and it surely isn't divorce. There is something else you need to know. Mary knows perfectly well that I would not be happy to live with someone if we drifted apart and no longer loved each other, as was the case with her previous marriage. I told her that if we were ever in the situation she was in with Martin, I would prefer to see her happy on her own than unhappy together. Regardless of what the courts would order, I would help her financially for the sake of our past together and because I don't want Dean to see his mother unhappy or miserable. But we never discussed what would happen if either of us had an affair, simply because it never crossed my mind that either of us would do such thing, and I suspect the same with her as well."

Scott paused to collect his thoughts. He realized that this wasn't helping Carla much.

"Consider this for a minute Carla. Let's assume you were right and they were having an affair. I can't speak for Don as I have no idea what his plans are or what his future holds for him. But I do know Mary and I know how much she is attached to her lifestyle. If Mary wants to maintain her current lifestyle she will have to do one of two things; either find a person that would provide her with a lifestyle similar to what she is enjoying now, regardless of other considerations such as love and marriage, or she would have to significantly downgrade her lifestyle. Any money she would get from me wouldn't last forever if she wanted to maintain her current lifestyle. I don't see a third option. Don is definitely not the person that would help her with the former and I can tell you that the latter is the last thing Mary wants to do. If it happened it would be one of the hardest things she would ever have to confront and deal with considering her background and the current economical conditions. For goodness sake, she never had to pay an electricity bill or worry about a medical bill in all our married life, in all her life I may add. Sorry to put it this way Carla, but Mary is not stupid, if she lived with Don she would live miserably, if she married Don she would lose any alimony she would hope to get and if she didn't remarry, in ten years Dean is gone or I may be gone or dead, what will she do then? What kind of financial support will she be able to rely upon then?"

"She told Don that she can depend on the financial support of her father, she also mentioned something about an inheritance from her grandmother, or something like that."

Scott had to smile. This was just so unreal.

"Look Carla, again, I am sorry to put it this way but I think Don is bullshitting you; he is writing his own tale and lying to you unashamedly. Mary would never tell him anything of the sort, unless of course she is delusional, which she is not, or lying to him and then I would have to wonder why she would bother lying about something that makes no sense one way or another. Her parents are retired blue collar workers and their pension barely covers their basic needs. Her dad is in his early seventies and her mother in her late sixties. We, I mean us and Mary's brothers and sister, send them money regularly to allow them some extras. I truly don't see how her father can help her financially. Assuming for a minute they could do it, if we divorced and they found out that the reason was that she was having an affair, helping her would be the last thing they'd want to do. They have strong moral values and are practicing Catholics, they have zero tolerance towards adulterers. As for a hypothetical inheritance, her maternal grandmother is still alive; she is over 90 years old and lives in a retirement home paid for by her children, including Mary's parents. Mary saw her once or twice in the last 30 years. Even if she had any money, which she doesn't, it wouldn't be much and it would have to be spread between her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren and this is one big tribe I tell you." 

As hard as he tried, Scott couldn't believe that Mary would have said those things to Don. He was nevertheless starting to be seriously troubled. Don is either lying or being lied to, but there is a hell of a lot he knows about that he couldn't have just invented. 

"Scott, there are other things that worry me as well," Carla was apparently not convinced by what Scott just told her. "When I put them all together they all add up nicely. Don and I had a few heated arguments recently and on a couple of occasions he told me that he is leaving me. I know that one says stupid things in the heat of a dispute, but this is the first time in our twenty one years of marriage that Don ever said that he would be leaving me. Our relationship has been stressed several times over the years, but never been as stressed as it has been in the last few months. Even our intimacy has suffered. I couldn't resist last night and I looked up his cell phone while he was sleeping. In addition to all the calls he made and received from Mary, I found out that he recently called another woman, several times, and had her name in his cell's address book. I have no idea who she is." 

"What name was that?" Scott asked, instinctively.

"Fiona. No last name." Carla's shoulders slumped further as if carrying a new weight.

"Mary has a friend called Fiona! As a matter of fact she is having dinner and spending the evening with her as we speak. I am surprised you guys haven't met her yet! Mary may have told Don about her but I don't see any reason for him to have her phone number, let alone call her. Maybe Mary used Don's cell to call Fiona." Scott ventured, but he knew as he spoke that his logic was flawed. He was probably trying to self-deny rather than comfort Carla. He just knew that if Mary had used Don's cell to call Fiona she wouldn't have to put the number in his address book.

"Don't you think it's odd that he has that Fiona's cell number? Maybe Mary introduced them and he's having an affair with Fiona. Maybe Don and Mary are meeting at this Fiona's place. Maybe Mary uses her as an excuse to meet Don. I am imagining all sorts of things now Scott." Carla was getting really upset and her eyes were misting.

"This is odd indeed and all these are certainly possibilities," he had to admit. "But we have no proof. It could be something easily explained." He added unconvincingly.

"Look Scott, whichever way I look at it, it doesn't look good, it doesn't smell good, and it doesn't taste good," she finally said forcefully. She had obviously more time to think about her suspicions than Scott had.

Scott heard her loud and clear. To be honest, this is how he felt as well. Something was definitely not right. He knew that he was not prepared for this situation. He had no facts, no proof, no time to think things through. He knew that if any of what Carla told him was true he would have to rethink his entire relationship with Mary. He knew that there would be consequences. But he wasn't going to lose his temper and start shooting before finding out the truth and the real culprit. 

There are a few people he worked with that would shoot everyone they suspected screwed up a deal or a project, they would feel good about it believing that, whatever the cost, the real culprit was among the victims. These guys don't have a good reputation and people hate working for them. Scott thought of himself as being as competent and as efficient as any of his colleagues, maybe even better in some aspects. What made the difference however wasn't his professional qualities. He always distinguished himself through his personal relationships and his compassionate character. That character doesn't always sell well with his boss, the CEO of the company, nor with some of his colleagues. But his staff loved him for that, they knew he was fair and cared about them and about their well-being, and not just at work. He understood their difficulties or stress, even when the origin was personal or domestic and not necessarily professional. He helped them through the difficult times and they repaid him back in respect and loyalty more than he would have ever expected. That was really the secret of his success, the loyalty and dedication of the people that worked with him. He thought about that and realized that he cannot be fair and understanding with his colleagues and staff at work and unfair with his own wife. He needed to know the truth, he needed hard evidence and facts, assuming something happened, he needed to understand the 'why' before acting. He needed time.

It was obvious that they had reached the end of their conversation; all they could do now was rehash what was already said and it was getting late. There were things Scott wanted to ask but again he didn't want to push things with Carla and he didn't consider what Don told her as the most reliable source of information. So they agreed to leave it at that for the time being. 

As he headed towards the door, Carla hesitated for a moment while opening it for him then started talking slowly.

"You know Scott, I need to know what's going on and where I stand with Don. I am terribly worried and can't sleep at night. The cheating would be bad enough to deal with but losing my business would be a disaster. I depend completely on Don financially and I am afraid if he leaves me I will be in a great deal of trouble."




Revelation Blues Pt. 02



Chapter 6 – Confronting Mary

Mary came back home around 11:30pm, Scott first heard her car then the garage door opening and closing. She was holding a sleeping Dean against her and was struggling to open the connecting door. Scott walked over and opened the door for her, a quick hello was exchanged before he carried Dean up the stairs to his bedroom. He quickly undressed him, took off his shoes and put him to bed. No 'brush your teeth' tonight, Scott thought. Dean was sleeping deeply and was oblivious to what was happening to him or around him. He must have spent quite a bit of energy this afternoon and Scott doubted he spent it all sitting inside Fiona's apartment.

While Scott was busy with Dean, Mary went to their bedroom and dropped her handbag then spent a few minutes in the bathroom. She came back down looking for Scott. She found him sitting in the kitchen. She apologized for being so late, Fiona had cooked a great dinner and after dinner they watched a fun movie and chatted for a while, she didn't notice time go by. Scott was watching her attentively while she was talking. Had he not had that chat earlier with Carla he would not have given Mary's evening a second thought. He asked Mary a few questions, inquiring about what did Fiona cook for dinner, how was Fiona doing, and told her that he was glad she had a good time. Anesthetics were in order before major surgery, he thought. 

"Dean seems to be completely out of it, he hardly opened an eye. He looked like he was pretty worn out tonight. What did you have him do all that time you were there?" 

"Oh, he went with Steve to visit the kids next door, the neighbors were having a kids Easter party organized at the local playground, Steve and Dean were invited along and stayed with the neighbors till almost 10pm. They were both so tired when they came back they hit the couch and slept almost immediately."

Steve, Fiona's son, was not Dean's favorite friend. They seemed to tolerate each other when their mothers met and spent time together. Scott was becoming suspicious for the first time in their fifteen years marriage, maybe even his life. Leaving Dean for so long with people they barely knew was not typical of Mary. A thought that never crossed Scott's mind before struck him all of a sudden. Mary and Fiona had the whole afternoon and most of the evening to themselves. No kids to worry about. Was that planned or accidental? 

"Are you coming up to bed?" Mary asked as she was heading for the stairs

"I will as soon as I finished my notes and sorted out a few remaining questions." Scott was still looking at her attentively.

"Working late?" she asked.

"No, it's not work related, it's personal." He surprised himself, his tone was amazingly neutral.

"Oh! What is it about?" She had a puzzled look on her face.

"It's a transcript of my chat with Carla." Scott saw her wince and then he knew. Mary wasn't surprised, she was irritated.

"Oh!" She paused briefly then continued as if collecting her thoughts, "What did Carla say?"

Second confirmation in a few seconds, Scott thought. The answer to his doubts was in her question. She didn't ask 'when did Carla call?' or something along those lines which would have been the logical sort of questions. The fact that she asked 'what did Carla say?' meant that Don had probably informed her of Carla's doubts and she was expecting some sort of fall back.

"I am sure you know what she told me, Mary. No point pretending now," he said as a matter of fact. 

"I have no idea what she told you." Her voice was shaking; he could see now anguish on her face.

"Of course you do. Don would have told you, you two spend a lot of time together, on the phone and otherwise, and I doubt he would have omitted telling you something so important." Damn it! He didn't want that but the cat and mouse game had just begun. 

"I have no idea at all and Don didn't tell me anything," she retorted vehemently, "We are just good friends and enjoy talking with each other, he doesn't tell me much about his private life and what goes on with Carla." Scott saw her wince again. 

Bloody hell! He thought. How come he didn't notice anything before? It is so damn obvious, she is not even a good liar. He didn't say that he suspected that they were 'more' than friends. The 'just' before 'good friends' was just the word to avoid. 

"Well, it may be so but you sure do tell him quite a bit about your personal life. He repeated everything you told him to Carla." The cat was being mean.

Scott could see uncertainty painted over Mary's face. This was not going anywhere she wanted. She tried to hold his gaze but couldn't. Her body language spelled discomfort.

"I told him nothing about my personal life. What could he possibly have told her?" The mouse was delaying, trying to figure out what the cat actually knew. 

"It seems after all that he is not 'just' as good a friend as you may think he is. He should have at least warned you that he was blaming you for all those excessive calls you two are having. He told Carla that you are calling him all the time."

"He is the one calling me," Mary interjected.

"He also told Carla that you are unhappy with your marriage and that you shared with him all your past life and future plans, Now his wife is furious and suspects more. I don't think we will be their friends for much longer." Bad, bad cat.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Tears were now forming in her eyes yet she held her ground. 

"Very well then, Carla knows about your affair with Don and Don told her all about your previous affairs." The cat didn't want to play any more. He rephrased the truth but didn't feel a bit guilty about it.

Scott had never seen an expression of horror so well defined on someone's face.

"I have never had an affair, with Don or anyone else," she screamed, tears welling in her eyes. 

Scott had a fleeting moment of doubt. Had that happened in any of their previous arguments, and he felt in her half the misery and anguish she was displaying now, he would have stopped the argument, took her in his arms, comforted her, told her that everything will be alright, and whispered in her ear how much he loved her. Not this time. He snapped out and refocused. This was his one and only opportunity to bring it all out and lay it all down on the table. This was no trivial matter and he wasn't going to let go any time soon.

"You do and you did. No point denying it Mary. It's all out now thanks to Don. Carla knows all about Andy and the others. Don has been quite talkative as you may have gathered by now. It seems, HE wants to save his marriage." His voice was calm; there was no anger in it. It unsettled her. His calm attitude always destabilized Mary when they argued. 

"To be complete, she also told me that you intend to leave me, probably after your new car has been delivered, she told me about the financial support you are expecting from your father and the inheritance from your grandmother. You see, there is no way Don, and even less Carla, would have known about these things unless you told him, maybe not all of what you told him is true, maybe Don embellished your story or plain lied about some things. The fact remains that there are things he could not have simply invented. Now, we have two choices. Either you continue lying to me and I don't have much hope for our future together, or you come clean once and for all, and we can deal with the situation the best we can and try to fix what can be fixed."

His words were cutting but there was no anger in them. It was like in a chess game between two best friends where one just announced 'Check Mate'. Intense but civilized.

'Well,' Scott thought, 'I laid it all out in the open. The ball is in her court now. What the future holds depended on what she will say next.'

Mary was silent for a while. He could see how embarrassed she was hearing all this. The mouse was caught. Is confession time imminent? The mouse may have also seen in the cat's last statements and opportunity to minimize the damage.

Mary started hesitantly to tell her version of what happened, in her own way.

"It happened only once."

"What happened only once?"

"With Don." A whisper, she wasn't even looking at him.

"Come on Mary! Why do you keep lying to me? Do you think one or a hundred time makes a difference in the fact that you slept with him?" 

"It only happened once, and it wasn't even good." Her voice was firmer.

"You don't say! Why wasn't it good?" This was unbelievable, Scott thought. Did that make it acceptable? He was so astounded by her answer he couldn't even get angry.

"Don couldn't get an erection." 

"Why not?" Scott asked. Seriously? Is this what's bothering her. He might as well drink it to the last drop, he thought.

"He kept thinking of Carla. He was feeling guilty. He couldn't get an erection." 

'Give me a break,' Scott thought, 'she couldn't be serious! Is she losing it? Is this the woman I love and married and lived with for 15 years?'

"How inconsiderate of him! I hope you didn't let any guilty feeling ruin your fun." He couldn't even get mad at her.

"Don't be sarcastic, I didn't enjoy it either." 

Wonderful, he thought. Is she expecting him to feel sorry for her, for them? Not even a hint of guilt or the beginning of an apology. Very well, let the charade continue! 

"Only once, huh?"

"Yes, it happened only once, believe me." Sure! 

'Honestly,' he thought, 'I couldn't blame her for trying. If she managed to deceive someone for 15 years, why can't she continue trying?' What's the point now of knowing the score anyway? It wouldn't make him feel any better. 'All in good time,' he thought. 'This wasn't going to end tonight, that's for sure.' Her answers and attitude told him something else, much more saddening, she didn't intend to stop. She didn't intend to stop lying, but also she didn't intend seeing Don.

"I think Carla has other thoughts on the matter." He said after a long pause.

"Why? What else did that bitch tell you?" Her voice was filled with hatred for that woman.

"Nothing really, she thinks there is more to it than what you just told me and I sincerely doubt that she will drop the matter so easily. Things will get pretty interesting from now on." He didn't imagine then how prophetic those words were.

"Don told me two days ago that she might call you," Mary finally admitted. "He said that Carla has been very suspicious lately and questioned him at length several time. She told him that she will call you to get to the bottom of this. I just didn't believe him when he told me she'll call you. What a bitch!" 

So, he guessed right, she was warned. She just wasn't smart enough to anticipate the consequences. Maybe she hoped that things will just go away. Poor Carla, this is all her fault.

There was a pause during which Scott thought about Andy. 

"What about Andy Blair?" Scott had to get this one out of the way.

"What about him?" She answered in an irritated tone. She didn't even look at him.

"What did you do with him?"

"Nothing!"

"Come on Mary, you gave all the frigging details to Don and he shared them with Carla. Why can't you try some honesty with me?"

Mary was conflicted and irritated. She just couldn't remember exactly what she told Don and certainly didn't expect him to repeat them to Carla. 'What a wimp!' she thought. She didn't like the questions, the pressure, having to admit things. Not at all. Mary sighed deeply and looked down, at her feet or at the floor. Scott followed her gaze wondering what answer was written down there. 

"We did it once." Mary's words were almost whispered.

"Once?" This was becoming a trend, he thought.

"I am not sure." She did sound confused. Scott couldn't figure out what confused her.

"Was that when you were supposed to be helping him out with his exhibition?"

"Yes."

"Did you really help him out with his exhibition?"

"A little." 

Scott saw no point in pushing this one further at this stage, this wasn't a job interview. 

"Why only once? You were at his place several times." Scott had a hunch that it was way more than once but then again who's counting.

"I don't remember Scott, I really don't remember. I stayed over at his place a few times when you were traveling but we didn't have sex." 

"You never told me you slept at his place when I was away." It was more something he thought of in a loud voice that a statement or a question directed at her. She didn't comment anyway. Scott realized how much there was he didn't know.

"Then why did you sleep with him, this one time?" He had to know.

"He was sad and I wanted to cheer him up. You were traveling almost every week at that time. I was with him, he was depressed and I felt sorry for him."

"That simple! Well remind me to be sad and depressed more often." Scott shot angrily back at her.

It was well past 1:00am and Scott felt that there was no point in pushing further at this stage. He still had many questions he wanted answered but that wasn't the right time to ask them. He simply wasn't prepared. It's the 'he said', 'she said' game. No facts. No evidence. He got the major headlines, and they weren't comforting at all, the details were somewhat secondary. He was certain now that even if he asked more questions, he wasn't going to get honest answers. He had some work to do first.

"Let's go get some sleep. Tomorrow think about what you told me earlier and what else you care to tell me and let's talk about it this weekend. This is by no means over."

Mary paused for a second as if she was about to say something, then nodded and moved towards the stairs. Scott went to his office and put his notes in his briefcase and locked it. He went to the downstairs bathroom, next to his office, and brushed his teeth. He used this bathroom in the morning to avoid waking up Mary while he prepared for work. 'How fucking considerate of me!' He thought.

When he entered their bedroom he saw Mary curled up on her side of the bed. He wasn't sure whether she was sleeping or not but he didn't really care. He just wanted to get through the night, or what's left of it. He slipped under the sheets and switched off the light.

Sleep didn't come easy to Scott, he was restless and his thoughts running in all directions. 

He imagined that some people would have done things differently after hearing what he just heard. Some would have gone out all guns blazing or been more confrontational about this whole sad episode, but that was simply not his style. Sure, he could have slept in the guest bedroom, or taken a room in a hotel somewhere. He could have slammed the door on his way out and pulled it out of its hinges, hoping that this might relieve some of his frustration. He could have shouted and threatened Mary or told her all the nasty things that crossed his mind. But what good would any of that really do. These would have been signs of bad temper and at best an expressions of legitimate anger or frustration but not the solution. 

He couldn't sleep that night, his mind was full of a mixture of emotions, questions, and thoughts. Sadly, the part that hurts most was not her admission of cheating, it's the pathetic way she explained what went on and the excuses and justifications she sprinkled her story with. These were the worst things he ever heard her say, so far! 

Scott had the distinct feeling that Mary was upset because she got caught, not because of what she did. In her mind, the guilty party was Carla for bringing all this to his attention.

He had heard stories where, after being caught, the women would say "I am sorry" over and over again. He didn't get a single 'I am sorry' damn it! He didn't even get a silly excuse like 'it's not what you think' or 'it's just sex' or 'it's not what it looks like'. Nothing! Where was his dear wife when those excuse cards were being dealt?

One thing he didn't hear; apologies.

One thing she didn't express; regrets.

One thing he definitely felt; immense sadness.

Until a few hours ago he was deeply in love with this woman. Heck, he still is, he thought, even though his love was being slowly smothered by the sadness that was now taking over. He had that ugly and depressing feeling one gets when one knows that something precious broke and will never be the same again.

He knew that what Mary told him tonight was just a fragment of what probably happened. Even so, the little she told him was a very hard pill to swallow. The only question that kept repeating in his mind like a broken record as his eyes started to close was "What now?"



Chapter 7 – Skirmishes

Scott left early for work Friday morning. He didn't sleep much and didn't feel like facing Mary. He had a coffee at the office and went about his day's business.

After a couple of hours he realized that he couldn't get much work done that morning. His thoughts kept wandering, resisting his persistent attempts to structure them and control them. They wouldn't let him focus on his work. He needed time to step back and think calmly about all this. No point in saying or doing things he may regret later. He also needed to get to the bottom of this story before reaching a resolution. 

He needed to distance himself from Mary, at least for a while, but he didn't want to pack and leave like some people did in situations like this. He didn't do anything wrong, why should he leave his house and, most importantly, leave Dean? If anyone had to leave it had to be Mary, but he knew she wouldn't. Where would she go anyway? Not to mention that keeping her close would help him keep an eye on her and get to the bottom of this sad situation much faster.

The facts were still blurred. He knew she had an affair, actually affairs, that's a given now. What he didn't know was 'why'. He was certain it couldn't be any dissatisfaction with their sex life. Theirs may not have been the best in the world but it was pretty good and far better than that of any couple he knew that were together for over 10 years. They were always open about their life in general and their sex life in particular. He never refused her anything she liked and she did the same. They explored freely, occasionally watching an erotic movie that gave them new ideas for things to explore. Scott excluded their sex life as a reason for Mary's behavior. He wondered if this was due to her boredom or disappointments in her ability to fulfill her own ambitions. They discussed this several times, however Mary rejected the solutions he proposed. She didn't want to return to academia and further her education and she didn't want to find a job, not even a part time one. She always told him that she was happy with her life the way it was. He simply couldn't find a reason for her behavior. He wondered what would happen when he did find out what the reason was. Was it something he could understand and forgive? Humans do all sorts of uncharacteristic things in moments of weakness, shock, loss of control, or depression. Was that her case? Was it something he could forgive and try and rebuild their life or was there no way he could ever get past what she did?

Was it something he said that made her think that she had a license to cheat? He had always been open about his opinions and openly dissociated sex and love when the subject came up in conversations. They both had a lot of sex with others before they met and married. He didn't love all the people he had sex with before and suspected that Mary felt the same. He was however equally clear that he didn't approve of any form of sex with others once married. He remembered saying that bringing others into a marriage was the surest way of destroying it. He didn't approve of and could not tolerate what Mary has done, quite the opposite actually. 




Revelation Blues Pt. 02



But the sex part wasn't what was hurting him most. Knowing that she had sex with others, after they were married, hurt him a great deal but not as much as the things she told Don, and which he was now inclined to believe she did. What pained him most and which he considered as 'the real cheating' was the break of trust and the blatant lack of respect Mary was demonstrating. 

The rest is a consequence, not the cause. 

After the dust settles this is what he really has to live with, or not. What they had that was truly unique to them when they married, and that was pure and unadulterated, was their love, their trust, and the respect they had for each other. No one could have had it before, no one can have it after. It was unique and specific to the two of them. Now that was broken, maybe lost forever. Mary never gave him a choice in the matter, it was a unilateral decision on her part. She cheated by breaking the links that held their marriage together, sex was a consequence. How severely she broke them remained to be seen.

He once heard one of his colleagues, someone more righteous than God, say that his ex-wife gave her lover what was 'his' referring to her pussy, that he 'owned' his wife and could not forgive her for 'giving what was his' to another, that she broke her wedding vows not to cheat on him. Scott never understood that guy. The truth is that one never owns their life partner, they are not slaves, they are always free to do what they want, what's right as well as what's wrong. It is also one's free choice to accept it or not. 

Scott had a very doctrinal understanding of wedding vows. He felt that wedding vows, vows in general as a matter of fact, made sense in earlier times. To people like his parents and Mary's parents. To him as well, of course. Nothing wrong with vows, he thought. But now, in this day of age, they seemed to have an implicit 'use by date'. Wedding vows have become a formality. Most people just do the routine without understanding the meaning. Even 'the law', the legal system more specifically, doesn't recognize them as a binding contract. He smiled sadly to himself when he thought that even if the vows included a sentence as explicit as 'I shall not have sex with another or others as the case may be' the law wouldn't recognize this as a binding and valid agreement. If one borrows a small amount of money from someone else and said in front of one witness that they will repay it, the law considers this a binding agreement, a debt, and will punish the borrower if they defaulted. A wife, or a husband for that matter, can vow in front of an entire congregation that they will be faithful and the law will not hold her, nor him, to that pledge. Go figure! 

Maybe it was the fact that he let all those thoughts run though his mind, or maybe it was the fact that he was in his office, Scott felt himself relax and regain control of his thoughts. He needed to do some research, to get the facts that would help him get to the truth. When he gets those facts he will be in a position to ask Mary the right questions. He needed to know why that trust they had was broken, how badly, and when over the last fifteen years has she lost her respect for him. The facts he was looking for would help him know if she was telling him the truth or if he was being duped and lied to. That's how he worked and that is how he will deal with this matter. 

There were other things he needed to think about. The extent of what he would end up doing depended on what he would find out. He figured that Mary probably still loved him, in her own way, but that was no longer enough. What of her acts would he consider as human weakness or errors that he can tolerate, that is live with, and what would represent serious and irreversible damage that he could not accept and could only end in separation and divorce. Once that is determined, he needed to think of the implications, what their life together, or not, would be like after that. Dean was his priority; he needed to understand how all this would affect him. There were other legal, financial, and practical things that all had to be dealt with in good time. He may have to face that wonderful but oh so blind legal system after all.

It was just past midday and he was still in his office. He felt hungry all of a sudden and was just about to leave to get something to eat when his cell phone rang. It was his home number, so this could only be Mary. He really didn't want to talk to her but old habits die hard. He always took Mary's calls no matter where he was or what he was doing. If there was a serious issue or an emergency and he didn't pick up the phone he would have never forgiven himself. It was bad enough that he had to be away on business so frequently. He answered. 

"Carla called me this morning," Mary said after a brief hesitant greeting, "We had a long talk, she was nice and sounded sad, she pleaded and begged me to tell her if I was having an affair with her husband. She told me that she needed to know and that she would forgive me if we did. So I felt sorry for her and told her that we had sex once. Then she suddenly switched attitude and started yelling at me, she was furious and enraged, she threatened me with all sort of things, from serious bodily harm, to calling my friends and telling them what a slut I am, and even calling my parents and letting them know what a whore their daughter is. She became very abusive verbally and after a while I also lost control and told her all sorts of nasty things as well."

What a trade of niceties that must have been! Scott thought. Reminder to Scott: never get into a nasty verbal exchange with a woman. Who could imagine that those two were really good friends just a few days ago!

"Well Mary, that was to be expected. Not the exchange of niceties between you, but Carla wanting to know and her reaction once she knew." 

"Have you spoken with her this morning?"

"No Mary, I have not and have no reason to at this stage."

"Look Scott, I had to call you and tell you what happened. She is crazy enough to call my parents and upset them. Can you please call her and ask her not to call my parents."

"Does she or Don have your parents phone number?" Scott was puzzled.

"No, but they know that they live near Oakland."

"Do they know your maiden name?"

Mary hesitated, "No..."

"Then how could she call your parents?"

"This bitch is capable of anything, you should have heard her on the phone." Mary was panicked.

"OK Mary, I will call Carla and do my best to calm her down, at least talk her out of hypothetically calling your parents. But let me tell you that this is not the best approach." He didn't think it would achieve much anyway, but he was willing to try it. 

"Why not?"

"Because the best thing to do at this stage is for you to call Carla back and apologize."

Mary didn't answer or comment. Apologizing wasn't something she knew how to do apparently.

"Are you prepared to do that?" Scott prompted.

"I guess I don't have much choice. If you think that's the best approach then I will do it."

Despite Mary's response, Scott felt that he needed to add something to what he told her.

"Mary, when you call her, be sincere. None of that crap you gave me last night. Be honest with her and even if you are not capable of doing it naturally, because that's the impression I had last night, make your apologies sound sincere. If you gave her the slightest hint that this affair isn't over, I am sure Carla will do more than just call your parents, no matter what either of us may tell her. She is desperate and a lot is at stake." 

Scott was in damage control mode. He didn't want the situation to get out of control and take the initiative away from him. He wanted to do it his way, in his own time. Any spread of the news can only bring in external influences that would not be welcome at this stage. He couldn't see any good coming out from Carla calling Mary's parents, or anyone else for that matter. Assuming of course she took the time to find out where Mary's parents lived and got their phone number. He suspected Carla would be capable of calling them if she was mad enough. Mary's parents were decent people and the last thing Scott wanted was to see them hurt and saddened by their daughter's behavior. The shock would be hard, harder at their age. They would look for explanations and he had nothing to offer them and Mary would certainly lie to them, he truly believed that now. Other people finding out meant pressure and questions he could do without for now. He didn't want to deal with them before he had time to understand what happened and decide where to go from there. He shouldn't allow external interference to distract him with calls for forgiveness and reconciliation before he had the time to find out how seriously Mary damaged their relationship. He had to explain that to Carla. He also had to give her a few moments to calm down before he called her.

These thoughts crossed his mind on his way to get a sandwich and a bottle of water from the staff cafeteria. Distractedly, he returned to his office and started nibbling at his sandwich, thinking about the situation. An hour later, he was about to pick up his phone and call Carla when his cell rang. 

It was Mary again. She told him that she called Carla and apologized and promised her that all this was a stupid mistake and it was well and truly over. The only thing she got out from Carla before she hung up is a promise that she will not call Mary's parents or friends. Scott seemed somewhat relieved and disturbed at the same time. Why couldn't Mary tell him these things last night?

Scott saw no point in calling Carla now. He had nothing more to tell her. She knew as much as he did, at least as far as Don was concerned, and that was the only thing that mattered to her. 

Mary called him again as he was leaving his office later that day. She told him that she spoke with Carla several times that afternoon. Carla wanted explanation and commitments and Mary gave them to her. That was more than she did for him, Scott thought. Mary assured Carla that her 'fling' with Don was well and truly over and finally they agreed that the matter is now closed. If Carla believed that then she is not as smart as Scott thought she was.

When Scott got home that evening, dinner was ready, Dean was happy to see him and came running to give him a big hug and tell him all about his day and his previous afternoon at Fiona's. Dinner was quiet, hardly any unnecessary words were exchanged. After dinner, Scott spent some time bonding with his son, then helped tuck him in bed and kiss him goodnight. 

Scott didn't want to discuss the matter with Mary that evening. He remembered telling her last night that he wanted to do so, but he knew that he wasn't ready for what could end up being a confrontation. He also knew that Mary will be lying to him and he had no way of determining which part was true and which part was a lie. He had a few things on his tasks list that needed to be done first. The next time they talked he should have some solid facts in hand. It will be one and final conversation. What will happen after will depend on what he found and on Mary's reaction during that conversation.

Mary was somewhat relieved and misinterpreted the fact that Scott didn't bring up the matter with her that night. She naively assumed that it was water under the bridge now that things have been resolved with Carla. In a way, no one could really blame her for making such assumption. Not even Scott. They were both in uncharted waters and were never confronted with a similar situation before. Neither had any reference to go by. Mary had no idea how Scott would react nor what he would do. She never saw Scott at work, dealing with thorny business and personal issues. She just thought of what happened the previous night as 'just another argument' and that Scott has taken her word for whatever she told him or explanation she gave him, as he always did before. She didn't consider for a second that this will seriously affect their relationship and their marriage. He loved her after all, and she loved him. Didn't she?

Mary saw Scott sitting in his office going over some paper. She bid him goodnight from a distance. Scott responded goodnight without even raising his head from his papers. That was not typical but then nothing happening since yesterday was 'typical'. She went up to their room planning on an early sleep and eliminating any remaining possibility of discussing the matter again that night. Time would play in her favor, she thought.



Chapter 8 – Research

Scott spent the night in his office doing his research. He started by looking up their telephone bills for the last year. He then did the same with the credit card statements. He was saving everything on a secure and encrypted flash drive. Nothing of what he was doing thrilled him, he thought, but it had to be done. 

Scott challenge was not finding out what Mary was going to do but what she already did, and he knew he didn't have much to go on with. 

What Mary did in the future would be easy to track. He was alerted and prepared now. He suspected that Mary and Don would tune down their contacts and wait for the storm to pass. He didn't think they would stop completely though. They wouldn't stop calling each other, of that he was sure. The idea of getting a voice activated recorder and connecting it to the phone line crossed his mind. This was so easy for him to do. He may be able to glean some information about the past that would complement the raw data he was about to find and compile. In his mind however that equated to total lack of trust in Mary's ability to come clean, be honest about what actually happened, and try to do her part in saving their marriage, if that was at all possible. If that was the case, the conclusion was already all made up for him. He decided to postpone any action until he completed his research.

What he had to do was to reconstruct the past and try and find evidence of what Mary did with Don and with 'others'. It was not going to be easy with Don but it would certainly be much more difficult with the 'others'. How far back should he go anyway? 15 years?

Despite Scott's frequent suggestions, Mary never wanted him to get her a cell phone. He never really knew if that was because she was averse to technology in general, to technology because it was associated with his business, she didn't want a computer either, or because it made her easily reachable and hence more accessible. He was conscious that Mary could reach him at any time on his cell phone and, in doing so, also keep tabs on him at any time, anywhere. If he didn't answer immediately for whatever reason, such as being in the bathroom, she would become concerned, maybe even suspicious, he imagined. Maybe she didn't want that for herself.

It was very easy to trace her calls. Scott hardly ever used the home phone. If Mary was home, her calls to Don could only be made from their land-line. If she was outside, she could use a public phone but that was not in her nature. She liked her comfort when she was on the phone with someone. The data from the last 12 months of land-line bills provided a wealth of information. 

A quick conversion and some elementary sorting led to some pretty interesting results. Mary would call Don at least once a day, sometime up to four or five times a day. Some calls happened on the weekends, which meant that Scott undoubtedly was around when some of these calls were made, probably when he was outside with Dean or working in his home office. Some calls during the week lasted two or three hours, sometimes interrupted for a short while, probably when Mary had to go get Dean from school or had an errand to run or something similar on Don's side. 

Scott had in front of him only the calls made by Mary and was wondering what would the calls initiated by Don look like. He made a note to ask Carla to check her land-line and Don's mobile bills. He wondered how that would go. If Don called half as much as Mary did they would have probably broken an all time usage record by two individuals.

Hell, Scott was almost inclined to believe Mary that they did it only once. Considering all the time they spent on the phone he wondered when they had time to fuck!

The credit card statements were also a mine of information. They were the next best thing to a GPS tracker. Mary's habit of withdrawing cash when she needed it made it easy for Scott to pinpoint some of her movements on a given day. The location of the ATM was indicated next to each withdrawal. The time and location of the gas station or the time she did her shopping were also quite informative.

Scott used a spreadsheet to outline Mary's movements over the last 365 days. He drew 365 rows and 50 columns containing the date, whether he was home or on travel, and the 24 hours in 30 minutes increments. He also established his own color codes and legends for various events he wanted identified in his spreadsheet. He realized that this was a daunting task but he had to have a credible time-line to work with.

He started by using his diary to identify the dates he was on travel or away from home. There were several of those. Suddenly he stopped and shook his head. There was a much better reference he could use and that would save him a lot of time. Mary's diary!

Mary made an almost compulsive use of her diary. She used to note absolutely everything in it, the weather of the day, the amount she spent on shopping, when she filled her car with gas and how much she paid for it, who she met and where, her doctor or dentist appointments, the start of her periods, when Scott was on business trips and where he was going, when his flight departed and when his return flight landed, and so on. It was so awesome it became the family's biblical reference any time one of them wondered what happened when. Knowing her compulsiveness, she must have put something in her diary that would help him retrace her contacts and meetings with Don. If that was the case, that could provide him with interesting clues about their relationship.

Mary's diary was always either on the kitchen bench near the phone or in her handbag. Luckily, Mary was using her diary that night and had left it on the kitchen bench when she went to bed. Scott brought it back to his office and scanned every page, up to today's date, on his multipurpose printer and saved the scanned files in another directory on his flash drive. He knew that he didn't have the time to analyze the diary thoroughly in one evening. 

The diary had a simple layout; each week spread over two opposing pages. The left page had three columns for the first three days of the week, the right page had three columns as well but the last one was divided into two parts to accommodate Saturday and Sunday. There were four thin lines separating the days, one on each side of the page and one between each day.

He couldn't resist browsing last month's pages before returning the diary where he found it. Something caught his eye. He was intrigued by tiny dots, barely noticeable, that made no sense except that there were a few of them and always in the same location. Someone looking casually at the diary wouldn't have noticed these dots. Scott hardly ever looked at it before, he would always ask Mary and she would find the information. A tiny dot appeared from time to time on the thin separator line just next to the date of the day. The dots seemed more frequent when he was away and less frequent when he was home. 

Scott made a mental note to methodically analyze the scanned pages over the weekend. He also decided to find Mary's diary for the previous year and scan it as well.

It was getting very late and he was very tired, mentally more than physically. He decided to call it a day and go to bed.




Revelation Blues Pt. 02



He had another fitful night. Telephone numbers, credit card cash withdrawals, and little dots invaded his thoughts and his sleep.



Chapter 9 – A Surrealist Weekend

The atmosphere that weekend was Kafkaesque. It started on Saturday like every other Saturday, as if nothing had happened the previous days and life continued at it's ordinary rhythm. Scott still had difficulty accepting, no, actually believing, maybe even understanding, what happened with Mary. He felt as if he was stunned into disbelief. He was an avid reader of Roman and Greek literature and remembered the words of one of his favorite authors and philosophers, the Roman poet Ovid. 

'We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.' 

While he was having his breakfast, he was conflicted between two feelings. He wanted to sit down and talk with Mary, get to the bottom of all this and then decide where to go from there. But he also kept reminding himself that he needed more facts, concrete evidence, solid pointers, before he confronted her again. He knew also that he wasn't going to get the truth from Mary. He never suspected Mary of lying to him before. Yet, since last Thursday he knew that she would lie or at best try to minimize what actually happened. 

He could throw all his doubts and suspicions at her and see how she would react to them but then it would be like hitting water with a baseball bat hoping a fish will swim right under it. No, he needed facts, or at least solid pointers, otherwise he would be turning an already ugly situation into an uglier one.

He knew also that what he knew and what she told him so far was nowhere near the truth, the complete truth, and nothing but. That's what his gut feeling told him, and he always relied on his gut feelings. But this was his family's future he was considering here. 

He started thinking about what he would do once he discovered this 'whole truth'. Is it really limited to what Mary told him so far and these were the only two 'lapses' or is there more, a lot more. Although his mind was leaning towards the latter, his heart was trying to clutch to the former. 

The word Carla mentioned, 'lovers', kept creeping up again and again. That character, Andy Blair, was singular, one affair, there must be more, others.

Scott wondered how he felt about Mary now? Obviously not the same as he felt about her Thursday morning. Was there any love left, affection, and deep compassion? Or was there hate, disgust, indifference, and pain? Maybe a little bit of everything. Nothing was that simple any more.

He took again refuge in the words of his favorite Roman poet. He vaguely remembered something he read some years ago. He got up, retrieved the book, Remedia Amoris, from a bookshelf in his office and found the text he was looking for. 

He read, 'It's a brutal thing to hate a woman one day whom you worshiped the day before. To make such a sudden change as that, you'd have to have the heart of a barbarian. Just give up paying her attentions; that's enough. If a man finishes up by hating a woman, he's either really still in love with her, or else he's in a frame of mind for which he won't easily find a cure. It is a disgraceful thing that a man and a woman, who were but lately head over heels in love, should suddenly become at daggers drawn. When love leaves no resentment in its train, it departs quite quietly and peaceably.'

Scott sighed deeply. What he was going through, as new as it was to him, was nevertheless as old as the history of mankind. Volumes were written on circumstances similar to his. For some reason, this didn't comfort him or help him feel any better. 

He was deep in his thoughts, having little references to go by or experience in how to deal appropriately with this matter. Mary was avoiding him, finding all sort of things to do around the house to keep herself busy and out of his way. They pretended that everything was normal, she hoping that all will be forgotten, him knowing that it was the lull before the storm.

Scott went to his office mid morning and started transposing the telephone calls into the spreadsheet he had started. He used a blue color to identify the ones to Don, light blue with an 'F' in the cell for the calls to Fiona, and simply light blue for all the other calls. He highlighted them in half hour blocks, even the very short calls. When Mary was on the phone at home she couldn't be anywhere else, with a 15 minutes margin on either side. As the spreadsheet started to fill, he was stupefied by the density of those dark blue squares. It is one thing to read information in written form and another thing to see that information conveyed in graphical or schematic form. His job taught him that. The density of the dark blue squares was impressive by anyone's standards. He noticed the shift in density over time, a few here and there a year ago, and a sudden increase eight months ago. He then did the same with the credit card data. He used light green for that. He used some basic assumptions to fill the squares. He assumed an hour shopping ending at the time of the transaction on the credit card statement, he also applied the 15 minutes margin at either end. He applied a similar logic for stops at gas stations and cash withdrawals, but he used dark green to highlighted those. There was little, if any overlapping between colors, when he encountered such situation he compensated one way or another. He had a pretty good picture now of how Mary's days looked like. He was all done by late afternoon. He saved his work on his flash drive, as usual. 

They had planned to go out later that evening and meet with some friends at one of the upscale bars in Miami Beach. Mary reminded him sometime mid-afternoon and asked him if they still planned on going or whether she should call and cancel. He wasn't in a socializing mood, far from it, and certainly not with Mary. But then he couldn't see himself sitting at home and thinking over and over again about Thursday's events and what followed and what undoubtedly is still to come. He told Mary to cancel and apologize.

He needed to get out but he didn't want company. When Mary asked if she should start preparing dinner he told her not to bother preparing anything for him. He was going out to get some fresh air. There was no response or reaction from Mary. He got up, went to their bedroom, and changed clothing. Mary watched him as he went back down and prepared to go out. Dean was watching one of his preferred cartoon channels in the den. Scott went to him, hugged him and kissed him on the head, and wished him goodnight.

Usually, when Scott went out on the weekend, almost always with Mary, he would take one of his two pets out of the garage, a black cat or a yellow pony, and put them through their paces. Not tonight. He was in no mood for fun. He drove his company car and headed slowly toward Miami Beach. 

He parked his car and took a long walk along Ocean Drive in the Art Deco district. He hoped the crowd and the noise would take his mind away from his problems, but that didn't help much. 

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a bunch of revelers that bumped into him. He crossed the street, sat in one of the restaurants, and ordered a chef's burger and a beer. For a while he was distracted by the food and the buzz of the crowd. 

Nibbling at his food, he remembered again that this evening they were supposed to be out with some of Mary's friends. He had almost forgotten that Fiona was supposed to be there. Fiona and her boyfriend of the day, whatever his name was, and Wanda and her husband Aldo Spiteri. Scott didn't mind much the company of Aldo and Wanda, they were a nice couple, they met them at one of Don and Carla's parties. But Fiona was something else. 

It was easy for anyone to notice that Scott didn't like Fiona Volpiano. Actually, he didn't like her at all. She was toxic as far as he was concerned. If the human brain had folders, then one would be labeled 'major universal plagues' and Fiona would be right there along with the Bubonic Plague and the Ten Plagues of Egypt. He wasn't sure if Volpiano was her maiden name or her ex-husband's name. She told them that she was divorced but Scott often thought that she was most likely widowed, he could easily imagine her putting an early end to any man's life. 

Fiona was roughly the same age as Mary and her son, Steve, was the same age as Dean. Fiona was not beautiful by any standard but she had a certain charm that drew both men and women to her, like a deadly magnetism. She had affairs, mostly with married men and occasionally with married women, she never made a secret of it. Her preference always going to wealthy ones that could offer her all the little luxuries in life that her meager salary and life conditions wouldn't allow her to indulge in. All her affairs ended in drama. She reveled in telling her audience all her stories along with the crunchy and less crunchy details. 

Mary had met her at the Crandon Park beach two years earlier and they became quite close over a short period of time. They saw each other regularly and went shopping or to the beach together. Mary knew of Scott's dislike of Fiona and did her best to avoid having her over to their house when he was there. Scott found out however that Fiona came over, and sometimes stayed over, when he was away on business trips. He warned Mary that this woman was toxic and would cause problems, but Mary didn't heed his advice. Why hadn't he felt the same about Don? He didn't have a high opinion of Don but never considered him a threat to his family.

He finished his meal, hailed the waiter and paid for his dinner, then got up and walked back towards his car. 

* * *

As he pulled out slowly into the traffic he wondered where to go next. He didn't feel like going back home. He was barely a couple of miles away from where he was parked, about to engage on the MacArthur Causeway, when he decided to go to a club they knew in Coconut Grove. He needed a drink or two and people and noise around him. Driving helped him relax, maybe not as much as if he was driving one of his pets but it helped anyway. Something in the back of his mind told him that he was looking for trouble but he chose to ignore it. He and Mary had been to that club a few times before, mostly with Don and Carla. Was he hoping to come across Don there and have a man-to-man chat with him? Maybe more than a chat? He didn't know for sure what he wanted but the thought of bloodying Don's nose was so very tempting.

When he entered the night club, he was greeted by Phil, the part owner and manager. The look on his face and his unusual careful selection of words led Scott to believe that he knew that something was up. Phil led him to a cubicle ordinarily reserved for himself and his guests and sat him there. Unusual, Scott thought. Phil asked Scott what he'd like to drink, brought his drink over and told him to enjoy his evening, the drink was on the house. Another unusual gesture. Phil did occasionally offer them a drink on the house but usually that was just as the bar was about to close or after they had consumed a few, well, several drinks. 

Scott sipped on his drink, scanning the club randomly. For some reason no one, not even a waiter, came over to his table nor tried to talk to him. He must have had a pretty depressed or discouraging look on his face. He finished the drink he was offered, and to be polite, but also because he needed it, he waived a waiter and ordered another one. Still not much said except for the occasional comment from Phil when he passed by his cubicle.

The place was crowded and noisy, but there was no sign of Don, he didn't really expect to see Carla. When Phil again passed his cubicle, Scott made a sign for him to sit down.

"Have you seen Don and Carla recently?" Scott asked.

"No Scott. I spoke with Carla several times on the phone in the last few days but haven't seen her, or Don for that matter, for some time," Phil replied. 

"Oh! I see," was all that Scott managed to say. He didn't know Carla and Phil were on such good terms to call each other frequently. 

Phil smiled, he saw the puzzled look on Scott's face, "Not many people know that Scott, but Carla and I are half brother and sister. Same mother, different father."

"I didn't know Phil, and would have never guessed." They just looked so different.

Nothing was said for a few seconds, then Phil turned and looked Scott straight in the eyes.

"Scott, I know this is none of my business but, as you probably guessed, Carla shared her doubts with me and told me about her chat with you and with Mary," he paused for a second, "In fact I am the one that suggested she speaks with you about her suspicions when she called me earlier in the week. I always thought you were a decent guy and you deserved to know, at least be warned. To be perfectly honest I suspected something was going on between Don and your wife for some time, but then what you see in a club is sometimes distorted. People do things in clubs they don't do in their daily life, we attribute it to drinks or people just relaxing a bit too much and forgetting their normal behavior. So we keep what they do in the club, especially when you manage it, we don't talk about it or shout it on rooftops. It's somewhat cynical, but you don't earn money by driving your customers away." 

Phil paused again, looked around, then continued, "Don is an asshole, I never understood why Carla married him in the first place, nor how she stayed married to him for so long. Kids I suppose. Things are different when kids are involved. I've avoided talking about Don with her years ago, it was stressing our relationship beyond the tolerable level, so I dropped it. It's her business after all. She asked me a few times to give him a job here, she just wanted him to do something instead of wandering around like a lost soul. I knew he never seriously looked for a job, he is just a lazy bastard. Despite my best common sense I offered him a job, twice, and twice I had to let him go. All he did was take money from the cash register and chase the waitresses, I even suspect he bedded one or two but I have no proof, and it's not the sort of thing you go around asking people about. I couldn't prove that he took the money either. I couldn't tell Carla that her asshole of a husband is a thief and a cheat. As I said I had no proof and I didn't want to stress our relationship more than necessary. The only thing I could do was to let him go. Carla is not stupid you know, she suspected that something serious happened, but she didn't ask and I didn't tell. That is until last week."

Scott was taking all that in, he didn't want to interrupt Phil, he was astounded by what he was hearing, but something Phil said registered in the back of his mind.

"Phil, you said you suspected something was going on between Don and my wife for some time. Why? What happened that made you suspicious?"

Phil paused then let out a long breath, he knew that he had to tell Scott what he saw but he didn't want to be brutal or reckless about it. He just wanted to mention the facts, not just his own interpretation of what he saw.

"You know, Scott, I've been in this business for so fucking long I know all the moves and can read all the signs. There is light flirting, heavy flirting, light petting, and then the heavier stuff going on all the time. The more people drink, the more they let go their inhibitions and become someone else, some get pretty wild. I also know Don, the asshole thinks he owns the place when he comes here. I would throw him out if he came on his own, but when he is with Carla and others I just pretend he is just another customer, and treat him as such," he looked around then back at Scott, "What I saw on a couple of occasions is this, Don and Mary often return to their seats when you and Carla are dancing. Don would put his hand on Mary's thigh while they are seated and she wouldn't move it away until you and Carla return to the table, Don kissed her on the lips once, it was quick but she closed her eyes. Little things but they spell intimacy of a certain kind. I also saw them dancing, and the way they hold each other and press against each other when they are out of sight tells it's own story. You probably didn't see any of this because you were either dancing with Carla, chatting with someone, or away from your table. I am sorry to be so blunt but that's what I saw and that's how I interpreted it. To Mary's defense, like I said, it may be something she only did here at the club. But knowing Don, he wouldn't let such a prey get away from him. I guess I was right, unfortunately."

Scott leaned back. That was some revelation. He never saw or suspected a thing.

"How far back was that, Phil?"

"Three, maybe four months ago, give or take a couple of weeks. Come to think about it, the first time I noticed something was just before Christmas." 

Scott shook his head in disbelief, then he stood up and extended his hand to Phil.

"Thank you for being so candid and honest with me, Phil. I really appreciate it despite the way I feel after what I just heard, but that's unavoidable. I think it is still not the full story. Just another chapter unfolding," he paused, shaking the hand that Phil extended in return, "I have to call it a night, go home and get some sleep."

"Sure thing Scott, hope things will work out for you. Mary is a nice person, I hope you two can work things out, the wolf in the story is Don."

"I guess, but Mary is no little red riding hood. Thanks Phil, thanks for everything, take care and see you around."

Stuart left the club much earlier than they usually did when he was with Mary and friends. His conversation with Phil added a new dimension to his puzzle. He got some new information about Mary and Don, it was troubling to say the least but, again, not conclusive. So many new questions trotted in his mind and not one helpful definitive answer. 

Scott had no doubts that Mary slept with Don, she admitted it after all. What he didn't know is the extent of their affair and what led Mary to step out on their marriage. Scott had to be honest with himself, his travel and absences were fun in the early days but since he married they were just routine, he simply had to travel because it was part of his job. He fully appreciated that Mary would feel lonely when he was away, even more so since they moved to Florida. Mary needed company, she was a very social person. What Phil told him shifted the blame somewhat to Don. He must have noticed and exploited Mary's loneliness. But then this wasn't her first affair, that much he also knew.

No one sees his or her partner's behavior when they are not with them. Do partners behave differently when they're out of their spouse's radar range? He wondered. Scott had the impression that there were two Marys. The Mary he loves and sees when they are together, the loving wife and mother and the good friend and confidante. Then there is the other Mary, the one that behaves so uncharacteristically when he is away, or even when he is around but distracted. He is beginning to hate and distrust that second Mary. Which one is the real Mary?

These were the thoughts Scott was struggling with as he parked his car and the ones that accompanied his restless sleep. Mary was already asleep and he did his best no to wake her.

* * *

Sunday was a relatively quiet day. Scott spent most of his morning in his office, he briefly caught up with some work and business emails, the rest was spent retracing some events that happened over the last few months and that he thought should have alerted him. He went through Mary's diary in detail. Using the two monitors connected to his home computer, he transposed what he could read in the scans of Mary's diary on one screen into the spreadsheet he had prepared on the other screen. He could only get about four months worth of data from the diary, until mid April to be precise. He needed to get the rest from last year's diary. 




Revelation Blues Pt. 03



Chapter 11 -- Away From Home

Scott got up early Thursday morning, he wanted to say goodbye to Dean before they head off, Scott to the airport and Dean to school. 

Mary was also up. Usually, she would drive Scott to the airport but she knew that this morning he had made different arrangements. She was conflicted between two feelings. She was happy Scott was going away for a few days; the distance would help alleviate the tension between them and gradually, with time, they will get back to where they were before 'bitch Carla' upset their life. She also had an uneasy feeling about this trip; this was the first time Scott was going away while a serious unresolved issue was hovering threateningly above their heads.

The taxi picked Scott up at the convened time and headed towards the Miami airport. Sitting in the back of the cab, Scott thought about last night's findings and wondered what would happen while he was away. He had thought about hiring a detective or installing recording and tracking devices, as some people he knew had done, but he didn't think that would achieve much. He already knew that Mary had affairs, yes, he was absolutely certain of the plural now. No detective or recording device could help with what happened. He had all the proof he needed. What Mary would do while he was away didn't matter much at this stage. He thought that common sense would lead her to distance herself from Don, but then common sense didn't seem to be the driving factor behind Mary's behavior. He hadn't shared his discoveries with Mary and he knew that her habit of noting down everything in her diary will give him the clues he needed.

He was still gathering data and sifting through papers and he knew that, eventually, he will be able to draw an accurate picture of what actually happened. He knew that the biggest issue was yet to be addressed; his future with Mary, or not.

The flight to San Francisco was uneventful. Scott's colleagues tried to engage him in various conversations but he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He remembered their last family trip to San Francisco. It was for the Christmas holidays. Scott remembered something about that trip that bothered him at the time. Mary's behavior seemed odd.

Scott had taken a couple of weeks vacation in anticipation of the annual trip with Mary and Dean to California. This was some kind of a tradition. Christmas holidays with her parents and summer vacation with his parents. He recalled that this was the first time he felt that Mary was reluctant to go, she even tried to talk him into staying in Florida. He was surprised at the time and he told her that it was up to her to sort things out with her parents and siblings if they didn't go. Mary relented eventually, actually she caved to family pressure, her parents were so keen on seeing them, and particularly their grandson. She must have felt their disappointment when she told them they weren't planning on coming but finally gave in, unable to offer a credible explanation for her reluctance to go. Being with family and friends and having a good time was also marred by Mary's attitude. He couldn't recall seeing Mary as tense and as restless as she had been during those two weeks. Even Mary's family had noticed it. He recalled that this was the first time he saw Mary use a cell phone on two occasions, albeit being her sister's phone. She told him that she called Fiona and Don and Carla to wish them a Merry Christmas then an Happy New Year. He vividly recalled how happy she seemed to be on their way back home. 

With what he knew now Scott could conclude two things that would explain Mary's behavior. The first was that her affair with Don had already started and she didn't want to be away. The second was that this was not only sex, Mary was emotionally attached to Don, maybe even in love with him. Scott felt a wave of sadness engulf him, this to him was the worse form of cheating.

Scott and his travel companions headed to their Sunnyvale office as soon as they collected their luggage and spent the afternoon meeting with their local colleagues, going over the material they had prepared. After the meeting, Scott managed to use the executive facilities to freshen up and change into casual clothes in preparation for the long flight ahead. The next leg of their flight was not one he was looking forward to. Although his ticket and his flight said American Airlines, the plane and the crew would be Chinese, they had that code sharing agreement with Cathay Pacific. Nothing was the way it was supposed to be, he thought. The flight departed at 01:10am from San Francisco to Hong Kong then they had to change to a Cathay Pacific flight to Kuala Lumpur, a total of over 20 hours, if all went well. 

He sighed, remembering the number of times he came close to strangling Fiona and Don when they used to tell him how lucky he was and how much fun he had traveling the world. 

They joined their local colleagues for an early working dinner at a nearby restaurant, then had a drink at the bar while waiting for the shuttle that would drive them to the airport. Fortunately, check in and even the security checks didn't take long and they had time to visit American's Admiral Club lounge before heading to the gate and boarding their flight.

Scott sat in a quite corner of the lounge and pulled out his laptop. The TV was switched on to a news channel, a reporter was developing a news item and speculating about the impending divorce of some celebrity. Scott's thoughts wandered for a while, trying to focus on something that seemed to be evading him, then his mind focused on Mary's divorce papers. He stopped what he was doing and looked for his secure flash drive. 

Browsing Mary's divorce documents didn't tell him a great deal. The divorce was initiated by Martin, that much was evident. The petition was based on 'irreconcilable differences', but then that didn't mean much these days. Scott would probably opt for 'incurable insanity' if he could, that would best describe Mary's behavior and attitude towards their marriage. There was a split of assets and an alimony paid to Mary, which Scott knew had stopped once they married. The house was obviously sold as part of the settlement, that's why Mary was staying with her sister when he met her. 

Suddenly, a thought crossed Scott's mind. He wanted to know more about the circumstances of Mary's divorce and there weren't many ways to find out. He couldn't ask her, her family, or her friends. She told him all she wanted to say and her family and friends would find his questions odd to say the least at this stage, not to mention that they probably didn't know more than he did. The only way he seriously considered was unconventional and probably a bit bold but it was the only way to get the facts quickly and discreetly.

Scott did a quick search on the Internet, two sites confirmed what he was looking for. He wrote down a phone number. He then switched off his laptop, removed the flash drive, packed both and was ready to join his colleagues as they headed to the departure gate. 

Chapter 12 -- Recollections

Scott settled in his business class seat for the 13 hours flight to Hong Kong. His body needed sleep, that was his priority now and the first thing he did after indicating that he didn't want to be disturbed, offered drinks or meals, or woken up by a hostess to be asked if everything was OK. The Chinese crew was friendly and competent but sometimes they overdid it. His sleep was as good as one would hope in such circumstances, he was tired and hadn't slept much in the last few days, his body just claimed its dues. When he woke up six hours later his neighbor was still asleep. He was sitting next to the CFO. He thought about switching his laptop and going over the other documents he found the previous night, but he dismissed the idea. His privacy was limited, his neighbor would wake up soon anyway and he didn't want him to see what he was doing. He plugged his headset in the seat socket and pretended to be watching a movie but his mind was well and truly somewhere else.

Scott remembered the second time Don and Carla came over for a drink and invited them, again, to the spa in Miami Beach. It was in the latter part of August last year. He recalled that the invitation was made by Don, Carla seemed somewhat reluctant, indifferent at best. Mary demonstrated the same enthusiasm as the previous time in accepting the invitation. Scott recalled the Don's frozen face when he said that he would join them this time. Mary had obviously omitted to tell them that Dean was invited to a birthday party that afternoon with a range of activities and entertainment followed by a sleep over. Scott wondered now if Don would have made the invitation had he known that fact. 

At the spa, they spent some time in the hydrotherapy pool but Don started to hint that they should move to the spa. They finally gave in and headed to the spa area, again Don insisted they try the small spa, not the big one. 'Much more efficient' he claimed. Again they relented and followed him, well that is Carla and Scott relented, Mary was following him the way a small puppy would follow its master, Scott remembered. He snickered at the thought that the tail wagging was probably done by the master in this instance. The spa was square shaped and seated eight people, two on each side. One couple was already enjoying the warm bubbles. 

Mary went in first and sat at the opposite side of the couple. Don almost rushed and sat next to her. Carla went in and sat at Don's right, then Scott sat at Mary's left. As they settled in, enjoying the bubbles and the steam, Scott exchanged a few civilities with the other couple. When he turned towards his party, he noticed the position of Don's left arm. The bubbles hid their bodies below chest level, but Don's arm was obviously on an angle that, if extended, would put his left hand right on Mary's thigh. Scott recalled looking at Mary and noticing that she was distractedly staring at the water. Scott nudged her but noticed that she made no attempt at removing Don's hand. Scott then looked at Don and asked him if he was having a good time. Don, being Don, gave him an unnecessarily long and flourished response, but Scott noticed that his arm was now moving slowly and returned to what should have been its 'acceptable' position.

Scott recalled mentioning this to Mary later that evening, after the Weldon returned home. Mary just dismissed it adding that Scott was 'letting his imagination run wild', then in what seemed like an aggressive defense reflex she testily told him that he 'couldn't take his eyes away from Carla'. Scott was not happy with Mary's reaction but he didn't want to aggravate the situation for something he considered after all as trivial and very much typical of Don's bad manners.

With every new thought he had or element he collected, Scott could clearly detect Don's manipulative moves behind every invitation. However, Scott also knew that when it comes to attributing responsibility for what happened, Mary was as guilty as Don. She encouraged him, passively in the beginning, then actively, then she colluded with him if not took the initiative for the many things that happened later.

Scott snapped out of his thoughts for a few minutes and observed a Chinese business woman sitting on the other side of the isle, she was typing something on her laptop. Scott couldn't help noticing the ostentatious diamond ring she was wearing. He thought of the diamond ring he bought Mary for their fifteenth wedding anniversary last February. 

Scott had to fly to London and Brussels for a few days before their wedding anniversary. He was invited to speak at a conference in Brussels dealing with technological challenges confronting industries and companies similar to his. He was having one of those unavoidable business dinners and networking with other executives when the conversation with the person sitting to his left on the dinner table took a different direction. He had known Simon professionally for many years and they met occasionally at conferences or technology events and some form of friendship developed between them. The conversation drifted away from professional matters and Scott found himself telling Simon that his and Mary's fifteenth wedding anniversary was this Thursday and that he was planning on spending some time during this trip to shop for a gift for Mary. Simon asked Scott what kind of gift he had in mind. Scott jokingly replied that if he had the opportunity he would have liked to visit Antwerp, the diamond capital of the world, and look for a diamond ring or a necklace. Simon laughed and tapped Scott's back. Scott knew that Simon happened to be Belgian and knew Antwerp pretty well, his father owned a very specialized diamond business in Antwerp that supplied some big name jewelers with custom made jewelry. Despite Scott's protestations, Simon insisted on driving Scott the next day to Antwerp. He told Scott that although his father wasn't a merchant, only a manufacturer, he could still help him with his quest and find him a beautiful ring for a fraction of the price he would normally have to pay in a big name jewelry. The next day they left the conference early and headed to Antwerp in Simon's car. After two hours visiting and chatting with Simon's father not only did Scott learn a great deal about diamonds and the diamonds business but he was also shown some of the most incredible jewelry he ever set his eyes on. A few items were made many years ago and for one reason or another never got delivered to the jewelers or the rich people who ordered them. 

One item in particular attracted Scott's attention, it was a lovely vintage diamond ring, with a central diamond surrounded by a constellation of smaller diamonds and mounted on a white gold band. He was told that the ring was modeled many years ago after a Cartier design and was made to order for an outrageous amount to a wealthy buyer who ordered it. The buyer broke out with his girlfriend and never collected the ring despite paying a hefty deposit for it. It has been sitting in a safe for ages. Scott loved the ring and imagined it on Mary's finger, he imagined how thrilled she would be wearing it. The jeweler saw the look on Scott's face and smiled knowingly. He told Scott that he will make him a very special price if he was interested in that ring. He asked the jeweler about the band size and was more drawn to the ring when he found out that it was the right size for Mary's finger. An hour and several thousand dollars later, Scott was sitting next to Simon and his father in one of the nicest restaurants in Antwerp. He had invited them to dinner to thank them for their help finding that beautiful gift that was now in a small box in Scott's pocket. 

* * *

Scott had never missed any of their wedding anniversaries and this one wasn't going to be an exception. He flew back home on Thursday, arrived mid afternoon, and started unpacking. He saw a small Victoria's Secret pink bag and tissue wrap laying near Mary's nightstand and a playful smile appeared on his face. He retrieved the small ring box and wrapped it with the tissue wrap and slid it in the small bag and tucked it in his jacket pocket. Mary wasn't home, she knew that Scott was planning on taking her out to dinner so she had organized for Dean to be staying that night with one of their neighbors. The neighbor whose son was at the same school was to pick up Dean at school, keep him that night, and drop him at school with her son the following morning. 

Mary came home around 6pm. She told Scott that she was out with Fiona. She had time to shower and dress up for tonight's dinner. Scott had booked one of the nicest restaurants in Coconut Grove, famous for it's romantic atmosphere and great scenic waterfront views. 

They had a wonderful meal and Scott told Mary a bit about his trip, omitting his visit to Antwerp. While they were waiting for their dessert, Scott retrieved the small bag from his pocket and put it in front of Mary and wished her a very happy wedding anniversary. She recognized the wrapping immediately and wondered what could Scott offer her from Victoria's Secret. She let out a small scream when she unwrapped the gift and opened the box. Several other patrons turned their head and looked at them then smiled. Mary put the ring on and found out that it fitted perfectly. She was accustomed to that from Scott. She then got up, he stood up, and they shared a long kiss that made patrons wonder whether Scott had just proposed. They were interrupted by the sound of the waiters bringing a special anniversary cake that Scott had ordered when he made the booking. Scott told Mary about his trip to Antwerp and buying the ring omitting of course any mention of its price or value. It would not have mattered to Mary anyway. That was another thing Scott liked about her, she liked gifts and having beautiful things for her or for their home, but she never asked for any gift or flaunted the financial value of things to friends or family. When they returned home, they made wonderful passionate love and Scott thought that life couldn't get any better.

That was where the nice part of the ring story ended. 

Friday night they were invited by Don and Carla to a dinner party at their home. Mary had told Scott about the invitation when he called her from London on Tuesday, but somewhat it had slipped his mind. When she reminded him Friday morning he was about to ask her to call Carla and excuse themselves but he saw how excited she was about going and he didn't want to spoil the spirit of their wedding anniversary.

Don and Carla had invited a few of their friends over, Aldo and Wanda were there and so were Henry and Frances, and Bobby and Theresa. The evening started well and they were enjoying their main course and engaging in light conversation, that is until Don decided to make an asshole of himself, once again. Don wasn't drunk but not too far off. He started asking Scott about his trip, stupid questions really, whether one of the hostesses on the plane made him join the mile high club or whether he met some hot women when he was clubbing in London and Brussels. Scott was both accustomed to Don's stupid questions and not willing to spoil the evening by telling him off in his own house and in front of his wife and friends. He just smiled politely and told Don that he was truly lucky to live in a fantasy world, detached from the hassles and worries of the real world. 

Mary noticed that Don was being stupid and that Scott was seething but holding his temper. She mentioned that yesterday was their wedding anniversary and showed everyone the ring and announced that Scott bought her a wonderful anniversary present from Belgium. Don found a new topic to make an even bigger asshole of himself, he held Mary's hand and looked at the ring then started making derogatory remarks about the ring's authenticity and questioning its value. Scott was really baffled, no one had made any comments about the value of the ring for the simple reason that no one knew, not even Mary. He had no idea why on earth was Don going there. 

The other guests were clearly feeling uncomfortable, they reluctantly got involved in the discussion, trying to silence Don and dismiss his remarks. Then Don did something that really upset Scott, he suggested to Mary that they should go see a friend of his who was a jeweler and get the ring appraised adding that it was necessary anyway for the insurance. Scott was now thinking of a not so polite way of telling Don to mind his own business when Mary said that this was a really good idea. Scott looked at her intently, shaking his head, and wondering on whose side she was but she just smiled at him as if what she did was the right thing to do. He thought that Mary was probably just trying to defuse this ugly situation that was about to spoil their evening. Scott decided that the only way not to lose his temper and do something he would truly regret later was to just ignore the idiot and not say anything to him anymore. 




Revelation Blues Pt. 03



Don was not done yet, he told Mary that she could meet up with him in town the next day to see the jeweler. Again, Mary readily agreed. Scott made herculean efforts to control his temper and decided to sort this out with Mary when they returned home.

The rest of the evening went by without any further incidents. Almost without incident, Scott suddenly recalled! He had noticed that while they were having dessert Don's left hand was lingering under the table and so was Mary's right hand. He looked at Mary, her eyes were fixed on her plate, as if she was trying to x-ray her desert. Scott pretended to drop his napkin and bent over to pick it up, in his attempt to be inconspicuous he wasn't fast enough, all he managed to see was Don's hand returning to the table and Mary's hand reaching for her napkin. The Weldon's dog was sleeping under Don's chair. Anything was possible.

* * *

Scott recalled the events of that Saturday morning. He had an argument with Mary about the previous night but he didn't want to put the blame on Mary, he was angry with Don and she tried to defuse the situation, at least that's how he interpreted her reactions. He asked her to call Don and cancel the jeweler appointment, but Mary told him not to make a big issue of it, it would be good to have the ring insured anyway. Scott thought about this for a minute, he did have a receipt for the purchase of the ring but it reflected only a fraction of it's true value, definitely not what Simon's father had told him the ring would be worth nowadays. Getting some photos and a proper appraisal for the insurance made sense, and should Mary lose the ring or have it stolen she would be able to replace it with another one of equivalent beauty. He reluctantly agreed, the only thing that irritated him was the fact that Don was in the picture.

Mary was supposed to meet Don at 2:00pm. She was ready to go at 1:30pm and seemed in a hurry to leave the house. Scott told her as she was leaving that he would take Dean sailing for a few hours and he will see her back home, but he didn't catch her answer, she was in such a hurry that she almost slammed the door. Scott and Dean went to the Marina and sailed in Biscayne Bay for a couple of hours. They were back home around 5:30pm but Mary wasn't home yet. She came back at 6:30pm and had a radiant smile on her face. She apologized for being late and told Scott that she left the ring with the jeweler as he needed time to do a proper valuation, she then did some shopping not knowing when Scott and Dean would be back. She stopped at the local liquor store and bought two bottles of their preferred red wine. 

Mary's cheerful mood was contagious and Scott recalled that he was hoping that this evening would be a special one. It was, but not the way he had hoped. It all started with a trivial event. After a nice dinner and a relaxed family time, Scott and Mary went up to their bedroom. As he often did, Scott emptied his pockets and put what was in them on the nightstand. He had a few coins and one of them slid and fell on the carpet then rolled under the bed. Scott bent down and slid his hand under the bed trying to retrieve the coin. As he couldn't feel it, he knelt and looked under the bed. He saw the coin and another, bigger object; it was an empty bottle. Scott pulled it out; it was an embossed glass bottle of Coca Cola, the vintage type. First he wondered what would a bottle of Coke do under their bed, neither Mary nor him brought up food or drinks to their bedroom. He then wondered why was the bottle on his side of the bed. The bottle was empty, in fact there was no trace or smell of Coke, as if it had been washed. Still, the bottle's neck and panel were dirty on the outside, as if someone with sweaty and dirty hands held the bottle. Scott was certain that the bottle wasn't there last weekend because he had helped Mary turn the mattress and spray it along with the carpet with anti-allergen spray.

Scott recalled the events of that night. Mary was in the bathroom and had just walked back into their bedroom when Scott showed her the bottle. The ensuing discussion was very tense. Mary first denied knowing anything about the bottle, then suggested that it may be Dean who brought it up to their bedroom. Scott reminded her that they always buy cans, never bottles, and even if by chance Dean had brought in a bottle, why would he slide it under their bed. Mary then suggested that it may have been Steve when he came up to see his mother. Scott wondered what would Fiona be doing up in their bedroom. After a long and stressed discussion, Mary finally admitted that Fiona stayed over at their house for two nights and that she shared the bed with Mary as they chatted till late into the night. He remembered vividly Mary's words that night. 

"Scott, please don't make a big issue about this. Look, Fiona slept in the guest bedroom the first night. The second night we had all gone to sleep and I was laying in bed reading when I heard Fiona get up and go to the bathroom. She saw the light on and asked me if I was asleep, I told her that I wasn't and that she could come in. She came in and we chatted for a while then she sat on the bed and we chatted some more and eventually she was so upset about how her life was going that she started crying and I comforted her, we chatted some more and she ended up sleeping here that night. I didn't want to say it earlier because I know that this would upset you but I just couldn't kick her out when she was feeling so miserable and needed to be comforted."

They argued some more but eventually he gave up. Scott was conflicted; on one hand he knew how manipulative Fiona could be and on the other he understood Mary's compassion and saw the goodness in her act. He just threw his arms in the air and sighed. Fiona managed to spoil their evening one more time. The bitch even managed to take his place in bed when he was away. Sleep didn't come easy that night. Scott felt that something was still missing or unresolved. He still couldn't figure out how that bottle of Coke ended up under their bed and the explanations he was given simply didn't make any sense. 

A few days later Mary returned to the jeweler and got back the ring and the appraisal. She was astounded when she saw the appraised value, which was slightly above what Simon's father had indicated the ring would be worth nowadays. She told Scott that night that he was crazy spending that sort of money on a ring no matter how beautiful it was. He had to tell her how much he paid for it but also told her that nothing was too much for her. They made passionate love that night and all else was forgotten.

Scott realized now that the signs were there but he was blind. He was in love and love is blind. He thought Don was the court jester, the king's fool, the one that occasionally entertained Mary and made her laugh with his stupidity. He never imagined Mary being attracted to Don, she even considered him ugly physically, let alone having an affair with him. Fuck, he never imagined her having an affair with anyone!

That raised a new set of questions. For how long has he been blind? Could it be as far back as when he first met Mary and fell in love with her? Should he have found out more about Mary and her past before they got married? If that was a business deal, he would have dissected it and researched every aspect before making a decision. But that wasn't business, it was LOVE. Scott wondered why people made such important decisions in their lives on the basis of a ephemeral emotion called love. He remembered an article he read a while back published by the University College London about the effect of love on people's brain that explained the colloquial term 'love is blind'. The two researchers found out that among other areas, parts of the brain, towards the front, that are implicated in social judgment, seems to get switched off when people are in love. They concluded that strong emotional ties to another person inhibit not only negative emotions but also affect the brain circuits involved in making social judgments about that person. Bloody chemistry! He enjoyed reading the article at the time but he didn't realize that he will be having a first hand experience to prove it.

Scott made a mental note to check the days preceding and following their wedding anniversary in Mary's diary once they reached their destination. 

Chapter 13 -- Damning Documents

The remainder of the flight and the stop over in Hong Kong were mostly spent catching up on some sleep and chatting with colleagues. They landed in Kuala Lumpur around 1:00pm on Sunday.

They were greeted by their hosts at the Kuala Lumpur airport and whisked in three cars for the short drive to their hotel. The hotel was about 3 miles from the company's offices and that suited them just fine. 

During the days, he concentrated on his meetings, visiting the facilities, listening to presentations, and going over the material they were being handed. Occasionally, Scott and his colleagues would have informal business dinners with the executives of the company they were visiting, the other evenings he had casual dinners with his colleagues to go over the day's events and findings. 

Due to the 13 hours difference, Scott would call home daily around 7:30am his time, 6:30pm the previous day in Florida. He would speak for a few minutes with Mary then have a somewhat longer conversation with Dean before he had to head off to breakfast with his colleagues then his meetings. Mary expected Scott to call at that time, so she made sure to be home when he called. She wouldn't say much, not as much as she would have said on Scott's previous trips. 

When he was alone in his room, Scott did not indulge in his usual activities, his mind could focus on nothing but Mary, what she did, what she may be doing, his own findings, and his own recollection of events.

The first night, Sunday, Scott checked the dates of the events he remembered during his flight against the calendar of events he had laid out in his spreadsheet and against Mary's diary. 

He noticed that Mary had two small dots during the week he was away in London and Brussels. The first was on Tuesday and the second on Thursday, which meant that she had sex with Don just before they went out to celebrate their fifteenth wedding anniversary. Scott felt absolutely disgusted knowing that Mary had slept with Don that day, that afternoon probably, then again with him after their anniversary dinner. She knew that he was taking her out that night, that very special night, and that they would end up making love, yet she purposefully went ahead and fucked Don. The moral implications hurt Scott much more than the sexual act.

What shocked him even more was the small dot on Saturday, the day Mary went to the jeweler. She had noted 'jeweler' in her diary but that small dot was so damning. She did more than go to the jeweler and do some shopping. How could a person be so cunning, he wondered. Sleep with her lover in the afternoon then come back home smiling and bringing her husband his preferred bottle of wine. He wondered if there was some subliminal message in her action, some mischievous way of diverting his attention, or just good old plain stupidity.

Scott also noticed that Mary called Fiona on Monday and then again on Thursday the week he was away. He suspected that Fiona must have been with Mary from Monday evening to Thursday morning. He was certain about Tuesday and Wednesday evening since Mary had already admitted to those. He also suspected that Fiona must have been aware of Mary's affair by then. What caught his attention was what Mary had noted in her diary on Wednesday. It was the name Fiona with a circle drawn around it. He had never noticed that before anywhere else in Mary's diaries. That day must have been special for Mary and she wanted to remember it. He knew that Mary lied to him about that night, at least she didn't tell him the full truth.

Scott reconstructed gradually the sequence of events as best he could based on the evidence he gathered. The flirting with Don must have started when they went to the spa, either the first or second time. It must have taken a new dimension after that night at the club where Don told Mary that he had a secret to share with her. Two weeks later Mary started her affair with Don. She hadn't informed Fiona initially, as the calls to Fiona became less frequent. She must have informed Fiona in late November as the calls had increased and became almost daily. Mary must have used Fiona from then on as an excuse to meet with Don. His travels gave Mary and Don perfect opportunities to meet, although they weren't content with just that as the dot on the day they went to collect the ring indicated. He suspected that Fiona was playing a bigger role than he initially suspected and that her relationship with Mary extended beyond platonic friendship. 

Scott was enraged. He was pacing his hotel room like a lion in a cage. A week ago he thought his wife loved him and cared deeply about him, and now he finds out that she was acting like the best, or worst, of sluts. He thought he was an intelligent man that can detect problems, even before they occur when they were just potential problems, and now he felt like the village idiot. He thought his world was perfect, and now he realized that it was nothing but an illusion. The foundation of his private life was shaken to the core and for the first time in his life he had no idea what to do to fix it. He collapsed on his bed realizing that there was nothing to be fixed. The patient is dead, surgery can only be in the form of an autopsy, followed by a funeral and a burial.

The following night saw Scott going over the scans of the various documents he found in Mary's box. He had already read the divorce papers, some of Don's notes, and Brad Blunt's letter. He reviewed them again in case he missed something then he focused his attention of the other documents.

Three scanned documents caught his attention. 

There was a note from a guy called Frank. It was a brief note but quite explicit. It read 'How could you fucking do this to me? I thought we had something special until I saw you with Jimmy at the Cafe Art. You fucking ignored me. How could you do that? I saw you kissing him. Are you doing him as well? Call me. Frank'. The writing was that of a 6 years old and it took Scott a few seconds to decipher the writing. 

Scott vaguely recalled a Frank among those who constituted Mary's artistic circles in California. He was an artist, a sculptor, one of those non-conformists living on the edge of society. Scott met him only once but remembered him quite vividly. It was a couple of years after they married, he went with Mary to San Francisco to see an art exhibition and Frank happened to be there. He distinctly recalled that guy hovering around them almost the whole time they were there, he wasn't particularly discreet, and he noticed that Mary seemed to be doing her best to avoid that guy until he came over and said hello to Mary. She then introduced him as Frank, a sculptor she met a year ago at an art workshop, then introduced Scott as her husband. Scott remembered the surprised look on Frank's face. He looked at Scott as if he was an alien just landed from a far away planet. Frank mumbled a few words then started ranting about all sort of things, none of which made sense to Scott. He thought Frank was on a high, maybe had a bit to drink, maybe both. Mary was uncomfortable and did her best to end that awkward situation. They left the exhibition shortly afterward. Mary told him that she met Frank last year, he used to hang around some of her artist friends, but she never really liked him.

Indeed, Scott thought, the same way she didn't like Don. He didn't know who Jimmy was but it was obvious that something happened between him and Mary. The 'are you doing him as well?' is not the sort of question you ask a casual acquaintance, they must have known each other well, maybe done each other as well.

The second item wasn't really a document. It was a leaflet for a hotel in Miami Beach describing the hotel and it's services. It was the kind of leaflets one finds at hotel receptions, or in guest folders in the rooms. Scott was surprised when he scanned that leaflet as it didn't seem at the time to be of interest and wondered why Mary would keep such junk in her secret box. He scanned it anyway, just to be thorough. Scott noticed Mary's handwriting on one of the internal pages. There was a number, 352, the parking instructions were circled, and the words 'enter from beach side door' written in the margin.

Scott knew that he'd never been to that hotel, alone or with Mary. It wasn't the kind of hotel where his company would host visiting guests or hold conferences. He couldn't recall Mary ever telling him that she'd been there. The only conclusion that Scott could draw was that Mary had been to that hotel, that the room numbers must have a particular significance, and that the note to enter from the beach side door meant that the person entering wasn't supposed to be seen entering the hotel from its main street entrance. He wasn't stupid, he knew what the room numbers could have meant under the circumstances, but he had no dates and no proof. He spent some time checking Mary's credit card statements but found no reference to any payment to this hotel. He wasn't expecting any really, but he had to check anyway. If that's where Mary met Don, then either Don paid for the room or she paid in cash. If it wasn't related to her affair with Don then a whole new range of possibilities presented themselves. One thing was certain; Mary was always afraid of forgetting things and she instinctively wrote things down when she was given instructions or directions or reminded of things to do. 

Despite his mounting anger Scott couldn't stop himself from thinking about Mary's habit of keeping tell tale evidence of her dalliances. Why on earth would someone go to such an amazing level of deception then keep such incriminating evidence? Mary had that compulsion to write everything down in her diary, maybe that was another form of compulsion, he thought.

The third document was a receipt and some documents from a Medical Center in Kendall he had never heard about. The little Scott could make out of the medical jargon and codes indicated that it was related to a D&C procedure related to a miscarriage. This document completely shocked Scott to the point of numbness. Mary had never mentioned a miscarriage. He had no other way of knowing about it as it became apparent that Mary paid the Medical Center in cash and didn't ask for his medical insurance to cover any of the costs associated with this procedure. He checked the date of the procedure and found out that it was carried out on a Tuesday last March, just over three weeks before Carla's call, a week before Mary's birthday. 

Scott remembered an incident that happened a couple of days before that Tuesday. It was on a Sunday while they were out shopping at Bal Harbour. He recalled that Mary felt sudden cramps and stomach pains and suggested they return home. He walked her back to his car and she seemed to have difficulty even walking. He suggested he takes her to a hospital emergency but she told him that it was period cramps and she just needed to rest. During the drive home Mary barely said a word, her eyes were closed and she was holding her hand to her stomach. Dean asked her several times if she was OK and Scott had to tell him that everything will be fine and to just let his mom rest. 

When they arrived home, Scott helped Mary get out of the car and noticed a small puddle of blood on her seat. Scott told her he was going to call a doctor but she insisted, almost screamed, that he doesn't. She told him it was just bad period cramps and she just needed to go to the bathroom then rest. He carried her to the bathroom near his office, the one he used in the morning. He told Dean to go play in his room while his mother recovered. A few minutes later, Scott knocked on the bathroom door but got no response, he panicked and opened the door to find Mary nearly collapsed on the toilet seat, almost unconscious, and saw a big puddle of blood on the floor. He carried a half dressed Mary to the couch, covered her, then went to make a call. His immediate reaction was to call 911 but as he was about to dial he thought that they would laugh at him if he mentioned period cramps. He had to rely on Mary's explanation and didn't know what else to tell them. He paused for a minute then called their family GP on his cell phone. Scott explained what happened to Mary and that she suspected that it was period cramps but that she was bleeding. He asked the doctor if he could come over and examine her and, if her condition warranted it, have her admitted to a hospital. The doctor asked a few questions, Mary seemed to have recovered but looked very tired. The doctor told him that he will be over as soon as possible, he was out and had to go home to pick up his medical bag then he will be over, half an hour tops he said. He lived on the island as well. Scott checked up on Mary again, he could hear her breathing normally, her eyes closed as if she was asleep. He decided to carry her up to their bedroom where she would rest ,ore comfortably. He thought of the blood in the bathroom and didn't want Dean to see it, so he went over to clean it. He got a bucket and a mop and as he was about to clean the floor he noticed that there were small blood clots and other pinkish looking gooey material. He wondered if he should let the doctor see it as it may help with the diagnostic, then he thought he was being silly and surely the doctor doesn't need to examine the blood to treat a severe period cramps. Scott proceeded with cleaning the bathroom then went to the garage and cleaned the seat in his car.




Revelation Blues Pt. 03



The doctor arrived a short while later. Scott explained what happened since they were at the mall. He showed the doctor the way to their bedroom and left him to examine Mary, who by then was wide awake but weak and resting in bed. He had no idea what happened in the bedroom, but when the doctor came out he looked hesitant, maybe pensive. He told Scott that Mary needed to rest, that there was nothing warranting her going to a hospital, and that he gave her some medicine to relieve the pain and help her rest. He was about to say something else but seemed to change his mind and just said that he told Mary that she needs to see her gynecologist and get herself checked. Scott was relieved that Mary's condition wasn't serious, the doctor didn't prescribe any further treatment and certainly didn't think hospitalization was necessary.

Now, with the Medical Clinic document in his hand, what happened then was to be seen in a completely different light. Scott checked medical sites on the web for symptoms of miscarriage. Various sites informed him that bleeding may be followed by cramping and abdominal pain and, in some women, by lower backache. That the passing of tissues and blood clots would lead the doctor to conclude that a miscarriage has already occurred. That now explained the hesitant attitude the doctor displayed after examining Mary. Maybe he suspected a miscarriage and that's why he suggested further checks by the gynecologist.

Scott checked the scanned pages of Mary's diary. Usually Mary indicated the dates her periods started with a circled P. He noticed that on that Sunday in March the P was circled twice and even underscored. Mary had even written that the 'doctor came over'. He also noticed that on Tuesday Mary had written 'lunch with Fiona' and 'gynecologist'. She obviously didn't go to her regular gynecologist. He suspected that Fiona had accompanied Mary to the Medical Center and probably drove her home after the procedure. Scott then checked the phone logs and noticed that Mary had called the Medical Center twice on Monday, she had also called Don and Fiona. He hadn't checked that unknown number before because he was focused on the calls to Don and Fiona and had skipped many of the other local calls.

Many questions crossed Scott's mind that evening, most of them revolved around the miscarriage. First, he thought Mary had an IUD implant as she preferred that to taking the pill. Did she remove it or did it malfunction? There was no way of finding out now who was responsible for Mary's short-lived pregnancy, him or Don. 

Suddenly he was shaken by a new thought. Dean! But that thought was swiftly dismissed. At their doctor's recommendation, they had done several tests during pregnancy and after birth, including amniocentesis and DNA tests. Some were done to determine genetic disorders or abnormalities, some were done to determine whether Dean had the same allergies as his mother. The DNA test, although not aimed at proving paternity at the time, indicated that Dean was definitely his son. However, just the fact that he had reached that stage, doubting his own paternity of Dean, shook Scott to the core. Damn you Mary! 

He reverted to his previous train of thought. Did Mary suspect that she was pregnant? The last circled P was over two weeks before their wedding anniversary in February, surely she would have realized that her period was late. She must have become pregnant around the time of their wedding anniversary. Did she tell Don? She sure didn't tell Scott. What caused the miscarriage? He would probably never know. He laid on his bed feeling totally miserable and disheartened. The thought tormenting him before finally surrendering to sleep was 'Did he lose a child or was Mary's treachery so complete?'

Chapter 14 -- Resurrecting the Past

On Tuesday, his third night, Scott was ready for the call he wanted to make. He returned to his room after a long working dinner with his colleagues, had a quick shower, then sat on the desk chair and pulled out the telephone number he had noted down when he was in the lounge at San Francisco airport. 

Scott had to wait for a decent hour to call the number in San Francisco. The 16 hours difference had to be factored in the timing of his call. It was almost midnight and Scott preferred to wait another hour before making his call. It would be 9:00am in San Francisco. 

He spent that time revisiting some of the documents he scanned and the time-line he had drawn on the spreadsheet. Usually, on almost all his previous business trips, his mind would be focused on lighter matters, fun things he would only do when he was alone in his hotel room. Now, on this trip, he was observing his perfect life unravel and disintegrate before him. 

At 1:00am he reached for his cell phone and dialed the number. After a few rings, a melodic female voice greeted him.

"Good morning, Bank of the Americas, Emma speaking."

"Good morning Emma, could you please put me through to Martin Beener?"

"Mr. Beener is no longer in this office, sir. He is now in our main office downtown."

"Oh, I see. Would you happen to have his new number there?"

"I can try and transfer you sir, but just in case we got disconnected I'll give you his office number." After a brief silence, Emma announced a number that Scott noted on the same paper.

He waited for a few long minutes while Emma tried to put him though to Martin's new office. Whatever music the bank was streaming to soothe their customers nerves went totally unnoticed.

"Martin Beener's office, Emilia speaking." 

"Good morning Emilia, could you put me through to Mr. Beener please?"

"May I ask who's calling?"

"Scott Johnson, it's a personal call."

A few seconds later, a male voice came over the line.

"Martin Beener, how can I help you?"

"Good morning Martin, I am Scott Johnson, Mary's husband, your ex-wife." Scott felt a bit awkward, he couldn't think of a better way to introduce himself. He waited for a few seconds letting Martin assimilate what he just told him, then he continued.

"I am sorry to call you at work for a private matter, Martin, but I need you to enlighten me on a couple of matters that are troubling me. If you don't feel like sharing such information with me I will understand."

"I gather this has to do with Mary," Martin inquired.

"Yes, it does Martin, it's not going to be easy for me asking and probably not any easier for you answering, but things got to a point in my marriage where I need to know."

"I see," Martin paused before continuing. In a few seconds his brain had processed that he liked Scott's straight forward and honest approach. His voice, although wary or tired, seemed to inspire confidence. "I will do my best to help and tell you what you want to know, Scott, but now is not a good time for me. I have to head off to a meeting in a few minutes and we will probably need more than a few minutes to deal with your questions. Could you call me around lunch time? I'll be in my office and expecting your call."

"Thank you Martin," Scott thought about this for a few seconds, he had an alternative proposal, "I would like to suggest an alternative for you to consider. I am in Malaysia now and it's well past 1:00am here. I will be flying back through San Francisco on Sunday. I am supposed to meet with my colleagues over there, then catch a flight at 1:20pm to Miami. I can skip the meeting with my colleagues and meet anywhere convenient for you. I am happy to suggest even breakfast or a brunch if you have time and if that doesn't disturb your plans for Sunday morning. Your call."

"Actually that would be much better if we could meet and discuss this in person and you seem to have that possibility. I was supposed to meet up with friends for tennis doubles but I can easily get out of this."

Before hanging up they had exchange cell phone numbers and agreed to meet in the lobby of Scott's hotel at 8:00am on Sunday.

Wednesday through Friday were totally taken by Scott's work. There were so many documents handed over to them that they had to go through. They spent long hours at the office followed by late working dinners, with their hosts first then with his colleagues. After dinner they would adjourn to the CEO's suite to discuss the confidential parts of their business. Scott never made it to his suite before midnight.

Saturday morning they had an early breakfast, worked some more, had lunch with their hosts, briefly reviewed the next steps and milestones, then took leave after thanking them for their hospitality. They were driven to the airport for their 5:40pm flight to Hong Kong then to San Francisco.

With a 16 hours time difference, they landed in San Francisco at 10:00pm the same day. They took a taxi for a ten minutes drive to their hotel. Scott needed a few good hours sleep to complement whatever he had managed to get on their flight. He showered and went straight to bed, he wanted a clear mind for his meeting the next morning.

* * *

Scott was in the lobby at 7:45 on Sunday. He had brought down his laptop and flash drive just in case. He had apologized the previous night to his colleagues for not being able to join them in the meetings scheduled with their Californian colleagues on Sunday. He told them that his presence was not required, which was true, and informed them that he had another meeting scheduled. 

It was barely a couple of minutes when he saw a tall, handsome man about his age walk in through the main entrance. The man looked around then their eyes locked. Scott got up and headed toward the man.

"Martin?" He asked.

"Yes,' Martin smiled, "Good morning Scott, welcome back home."

"Good morning Martin. Thank you. Thank you also for taking the time to meet me here this morning. I hope you didn't have far to drive."

Martin smiled broadly, "It took me less than 15 minutes, I live just across the 101 in Hillsborough. I travel a lot and being close to the airport and my office is very convenient."

Scott knew that Hillsborough was one of the wealthiest communities in California, maybe even in the whole country. Martin must be doing really well for himself.

"Shall we have some breakfast?" Scott asked.

"Sure, lead the way."

While they waited to be seated then as they were exploring the breakfast menu both men made small talk and studied each other. They knew nothing about each other, in fact they had nothing in common except for the fact that they both married Mary. Maybe they shared a few similarities, Scott thought. They both looked mature, distinguished, and in good shape, both seemed confident, and both seemed to be prospering with what they did professionally. One was apparently a successful banker and the other a successful corporate executive.

Scott noticed the wedding ring and asked Martin if he was married and had a family. Martin told him that he was indeed married and had an 11 year old boy, a 9 year old girl, and 'last but not least' as he put it, a 7 year old girl. His wife was a local girl and worked in the banking business as well, although more into the personal banking side of the business. Scott learned that after a few years dealing with business banking, Martin became involved in investment banking and his job now, as one of the Senior Vice Presidents of his bank, was to develop and expand their investment banking activities worldwide. 

Scott was impressed. Martin seemed to have a happy family life and a successful career. He seemed to be a fairly balanced and down to earth person. Subconsciously Scott told himself that there could be a happy life after Mary. 

Scott told Martin that both his parents were in the banking business as well and shared with him some of his own background. He told him about his life, about his marriage, and about his son, Dean. He liked Martin and found talking to him easy and pleasant. He was about to share with him one of his areas of interest, his secret hobby as he called it, but didn't think that was necessary nor that it was the appropriate time to do so. He also felt that Martin was waiting for him to bring up the reason they were meeting here today. 

The waitress had just cleared their table and asked if they wished more coffee. Scott and Martin responded positively. Once their cups had been refilled, Scott looked at Martin and both knew what the next topic was going to be.

"Martin, I want to thank you again for meeting with me this morning. The reason can be stated in a few words. As you may have gathered it's about Mary. Things between us have taken a very bad turn a couple of weeks ago and in the process I discovered things I never suspected or imagined her capable of doing."

"You discovered that she was cheating!" Martin's voice was suddenly harsher.

Scott was startled, he wasn't sure if Martin stated this as a question of a fact.

"Yes I did. It is still hard for me to talk about it. No one knows what I discovered, not even Mary. I've been doing some research and digging around and what I came up with paints a very bleak picture of our marriage and our relationship. I don't want to bore you with details, but I can tell you that it wasn't a one time fling, she had affairs, I don't know how many for sure, four that I have some sort of proof for, maybe several more I may or may never find about. It's been going on since almost the start of our marriage. The last one may be still going on for all I know."

Scott stopped, surprised by his own last words. 

"I'm sorry to hear that Scott. I really am." Martin's voice seemed softer and his words genuine.

Scott nodded, "I also found your divorce papers. In fact that's what prompted me to contact you. We rarely spoke about your marriage but the few times we did, early when I met her, Mary told me that you drifted apart, she even suspected that you were having an affair. She even led me to believe that she was the one that asked for the divorce. With what I know now, I realize how remote this is from the truth. Your divorce papers stated that you were the petitioner. You are the one that asked for the divorce, not her. I wanted to know more and couldn't think of a better way to get to the information I needed."

"What would you like to know?"

"I can make an educated guess as to the reason that prompted you to seek a divorce, but I'd prefer to know what really happened. Your story, if possible."

Martin nodded and let out a long sigh.

"My story is probably not that different from yours Scott. We were young when we married, life is at its hardest then, you have to work hard, you have to prove yourself, you have to learn to live differently than when you lived with your parents or on your own at college. Most people don't realize what day-to-day life will be really like once they married and I was no different. Mary was uncertain of what she wanted, being a house carer or an artist. She tried being both, she took good care of our home but she didn't seem to have that passion that makes artists great. In retrospect, I am not sure she ever found her true vocation or her purpose in life. I was so focused on securing my own job prospects and reaching that financial stability we needed before starting a family. Things became routine over time, I guess she got bored. How she got into the cheating business I never really found out. One day I bumped into a friend from our old neighborhood who happened to be in town, I was coming back from lunch and didn't have much time for a chat so I invited him over for dinner that night. At first, Mary didn't seem as enthusiastic seeing him as I thought she would be, then she kind of relaxed and we had a great evening, she almost flirted openly with him towards the end. I knew that light side of Mary so I didn't make much of it, it was her nature I guess and it was harmless. Or so I thought."

"What happened?" Scott listened to Martin and noticed the similarities with his own experience.

"A couple of months later I was informed of my appointment to manage a small group in our new investment banking division. It was a promotion with better pay and better career prospects. I was so thrilled I left work just after lunch and came home to share the good news with Mary then go out that night and celebrate. I called home before leaving but she didn't answer, I suspected she was out so I left a message telling her I was on my way home. What happened next is a classic. She was in bed with that friend from the old neighborhood. They didn't hear me come in, and I didn't see them. All the tell tale signs were there, the wine glasses, the music, the clothes and shoes in the lounge room, the sounds coming out of the bedroom. I could hear their voices so clearly. I was so devastated I just sat on the couch, totally numb, unable to think, unable to move."

"Hell man! I really don't know what I would have done in such situation. At least I have been spared that ugliness, I think."

"Tell me about it! Those voices haunted me for months." 

"What did you do?"

"I was so stunned I didn't even realize that they were done. I have vague ghostly images of him coming out of the bedroom first; he saw me sitting there, I guess he looked at me and said some words, then put on his clothes and left. Mary took longer to come out, she figured I was in the lounge room and was probably afraid to confront me. When she came out, I snapped out of my state of stupor and all I can remember saying are things like why, how long has she been doing it, with whom else, and so on. She told me that this was the first time this ever happened, she couldn't explain why, she said that she loved me, the usual crap one hears in these situations I guess. Anything she told me one day I would find out it was a lie a few days later. Small lies, but added together they add up to total dishonesty. She would tell you a story and if you insisted or had doubts and pushed her limits the story changes. I was torn between fixing things with Mary, putting all this behind us and giving us another chance or just ending a relationship that had become so full of lies. I still loved her, it is not like a switch you turn on and off, and that hurts a lot. The part that really depressed me was the loss of trust, whenever we weren't together I would be thinking about what she was doing and of course who she was doing it with. This took its toll not only on my performance at work, but gradually also on the performance and the results of the people in my team. This was going on for almost three months when I found out accidentally that Mary had a previous affair, which meant that this wasn't her first as she claimed. That day I made the decision to divorce, there was no other alternative. I needed the peace and serenity that I could never have if I remained married to Mary. That's when I saw my lawyer and filed for divorce." 

"What did Mary say?" 

"Nothing! Would you believe she said nothing? She accepted the divorce and its terms and just moved on. I guess she met you not long after that. When she remarried I stopped paying her alimony. Then I met the woman that was to become my wife and also moved on with my life."

Scott was intrigued. "She didn't even try to talk you out of divorcing her?" He asked.

"Not really. I suspected in the beginning that she simply didn't love me anymore. Maybe whatever either of us had to say was said before and there was nothing else to say. But later, as I kept replaying things in my mind, I figured out the probable reason why she didn't try to talk me out of it or fight the divorce. She knew me well and knew that I wouldn't have filed unless I was determined to go through with it. Filing for divorce is not what one does to start negotiations, not normal people anyway. So her priority became preserving appearances and avoiding anything that would allow the real reasons for our divorce to be known. It would appear as if we both agreed to separate amicably rather than her actions being the cause of the divorce."




Revelation Blues Pt. 04



Chapter 16 – Decision Time

Scott remembered the words of Lucretius, another Roman poets and philosophers.

'Then, if the lady is goodhearted and void of malice, it is up to you in your turn to accept unpleasant facts and make allowance for human imperfection.'

Had Mary's acts been driven by vicious or vindictive motives he would have dealt with the matter in a completely different way. What was certain was that Mary knew that what she did was 'unacceptable' otherwise she wouldn't have had to hide it. But in some aspects Mary was still a kid at heart. She hasn't gown up and never assumed her full role as a responsible adult. She was just like a kid in front of a cookie jar, unable to resist temptations. She lied like a kid, with a hand stuck in the cookie jar, the head shaking, and the mouth whispering 'I didn't do it'. 

He had himself to blame as well. He should have been less blinded by the light of love. He should have been more aware of her nature when they met, before they marry, or at least earlier in their marriage. He should have been more alert to the signs of change, not dismiss them lightly.

Scott spent a lot of time reflecting upon whether Mary was goodhearted and void of malice and how much allowance he should make for her human imperfection. The way she led her life was incompatible with his moral principles and definitely not how a spouse is expected to behave. He already decided that divorce was the only outcome. There was no allowance to be made there. 

What he had to determine is the degree of retribution. Her cheating put aside, and until very recently, he thought she had given him fifteen very happy years as a wife, friend, and lover. She was a good mother, she never neglected looking after her family, and she was compassionate towards others. Yes, they had a few good years, but he was blind-sided during all of them. 

Should he consider her as goodhearted? Were her acts void of malice? No matter how he turned the questions in his mind the answers were always 'No'. She wasn't goodhearted and she was certainly full of malice. 

The retribution had to be proportional to the rubble of his love. 

* * *

Scott had to seek legal assistance. He wanted three things to happen: a simple divorce, a simpler financial arrangement, and the custody of his son. All he had to do is figure out how to obtain all three.

The divorce part was going to be the easiest one, he will instruct a lawyer to file under 'irreconcilable differences' which would hide Mary's cheating from her family and friends. That was the carrot; the stick is filing for 'adultery' should Mary or her lawyer decide to push him around. Although Florida was a 'no fault' state, adultery was considered by the courts as a factor to be taken into consideration when determining custody and the amount of alimony. Scott didn't want to go that far, but it's like weapons, good to have them even if one never use them.

The financial arrangement would also be simple, Scott didn't want to pay alimony or have her keep the house. He had a plan for both. How their remaining assets would be split he really didn't give a damn. Mary could keep it all for all he cared, but not enjoy it long. His plan involved some deception but this was a minor pay-back for what Mary did.

The custody of Dean was going to be the harder issue. Scott didn't want to lose his son or have limited access because Mary's acts put him in this situation. The thing is that Mary, her lawyer, and the judge will most likely not see it his way. The judge will not consider who Dean wants to be with either. Mary will certainly not relinquish custody. He may be forced into accepting a temporary outcome of joint custody then 'make it happen'. It will be long but if he played his cards right he was certain he can make it happen.

Scott went to see a lawyer the next day. He heard that Joseph T. Willingham was a good lawyer but it didn't matter really. All that mattered to him was that the lawyer knew how to fill and process the right forms. He had to hide his plan from everyone, including his lawyer. 

He instructed Jo Willingham to agree with Mary's lawyer on the terms of the divorce and the inevitable financial arrangements. He told him to write down whatever he thought was fair and send the offer to Mary's lawyer, once she hired one. Scott's only condition was that the house had to be sold. He was confident that Mary would agree to that as she may eventually consider returning to California anyway. Scott also wanted to stay in the house until it was sold. He wanted to stay close to Dean. Mary would agree to that as well.

* * *

On his way to the office, Scott thought about what he told his lawyer regarding the reason for staying in the house until it was sold. 

Scott's reasons were way different. He wanted of course to be close to Dean and enjoy his son's company as often as possible. He didn't want his son to visit in a hotel room or an impersonal temporary accommodations. The end of the school term was nearing anyway and it was important to give Dean as normal an environment as possible, until then. He also didn't want to commit to a lease on a new rental, he had other plans. If one of them had to leave it had to be Mary, but he didn't want that either. He wanted to divert her thoughts from the impact of the divorce and how it will affect her future life. Moving to a hotel would have given her a taste of loneliness and she may have been tempted to contest and delay the divorce.

That evening Scott had a long talk with Mary. He informed her that he intended to proceed with the divorce and that he had already instructed his lawyer to prepare the paperwork. He gave Mary the name of his lawyer and suggested she gets her own lawyer. He told her that he will cover the costs of both. 

Mary made another attempt at talking him out of divorcing her and working on their marriage, maybe even attending counseling. Still, she offered no excuses for what she did. Scott noticed that she didn't even bother to put in the 'but I still love you' line. One more time, he was absolutely dumbfounded. It was as if they were talking about repairing a flat tire on her car. 

"Just think of what that would do to Dean." Mary pleaded.

"Did you think about the effect on Dean when you were having your affairs?"

They discussed and argued this one for a while.

"Do you really want to write off fifteen years of marriage? Weren't they good years for both of us?" Mary threw in her last argument.

"You wrote them off with your first affair,"Scott retorted, his anger rising, "My only regret is that I didn't find out about it at the time. You also imagined that once ignorant, always ignorant. You couldn't stop having affairs but, as always, these things are bound to be discovered. An they were! It took fifteen years but they were. So yes, I lived fifteen happy years in ignorant bliss imagining that I had a perfect life. You lived fifteen years basking in the knowledge that you were able to cheat and get away with it. What you did destroyed all the goodness in our marriage. I can tell that you still have no idea how much damage you have caused, to my life, to the life of others, and even to your own. You killed something in me that was extremely valuable and that cannot be repaired, brought back, or acquired again. You killed my trust in you as a wife and as a friend. Your lack of respect took away my dignity as a loving husband. I cannot live with what you made me. You ruined our marriage and deprived Dean the opportunity ..."

Scott suddenly stopped talking. From the look in her eyes Scott realized that, no matter what he said and how much he explained, Mary will never truly accept the impact of what she did to their couple and to others. She must think of her affairs as simply something a bored wife did to keep her busy or entertained. Her cheating was in a way a hobby or a weakness, she either enjoyed it or couldn't resist it. Somehow she didn't consider it as part of her marriage. The only way she could understand the impact of what she did would be to become herself the victim, the one cheated on by someone she was in love with. Maybe!

Scott cut the rest of the argument short and went to his office. From that night on, the guest bedroom became his bedroom. It wasn't to avoid having sex with Mary, they haven't been intimate since he discovered about her affairs. It was his way of marking another calculated step towards the end of their marriage.

A couple of days later Mary was served while Scott was at work. He worked late and had a meal delivered to his office. When he went home Mary didn't say much nor did he. He spent his evening in his office then in his bedroom. Scott checked the calls that were made and received that day and detected a flurry of calls to Don and to Fiona and to a number he didn't recognize but found out later that it was that of a lawyer. He wondered whether Don or Fiona recommended her.

The next day he contacted a real estate agent and listed their house for the appraised market value.

That weekend Scott took Dean sailing. He used to sail every possible weekend or holiday in California, before marrying Mary. Mary joined him on a couple of occasions but she complained of sea sickness and boredom. What she liked was lazing on a beach on a sunny day. Scott sailed less after they married and even lesser after Dean was born. he continued to sail occasionally after they moved to Florida, but these occasions were rare and far between. He sailed with a couple of friends then joined a sailing club and participated in the occasional regatta. Unlike Mary, Dean loved sailing, he was passionate and an active crew member. That created new bonds between the two of them. 

Now that the decision to divorce Mary was taken, Scott made it a point to go sailing with Dean at least half a day every weekend. They talked about boats, navigation, sails, tacks, and tactics most of the time they spent together. Scott started hinting that if he had time he would have loved to sail the islands and maybe even cross the Atlantic to Europe. Dean warmed up to these ideas and was so enthusiastic about them that he included himself as a crew member and described what he would do on those long journeys.

* * *

A couple of weeks later Scott was sitting at the conference table in his lawyer's office to review the terms of the divorce and the settlement. 

Mary's lawyer, like his before, was surprised that their financial assets didn't amount to much for a person of Scott's age and position. They duly noted that the Johnson family lived well and spent a lot. They had recently paid cash for Mary's new car. Scott also mentioned gifts like the wedding anniversary ring and the amount they transferred monthly to Mary's parents. All the money he earned was spent on his family, providing them with all the comforts of life they needed. 

They were also surprised by the lack of retirement funds or any other form of significant savings or investments. Scott told them that he had no reason to worry about saving for retirement or for a 'rainy day'. His parents were wealthy and whatever they left him when they passed away was more than he needed to live well, but that he pointed out was irrelevant to the divorce settlement. 

He didn't have a 401k or any other retirement savings, all he had in the US was his salary and bonuses. His retirement plan was back in Europe. He also told them that he couldn't access his retirement funds simply because these were vested and blocked till he retired. In any case, these were out of their jurisdiction. 

As a compensation, and he was being generous and considerate by not filing for adultery, he was willing to forfeit his share of the house sale and their savings. That was as far as he was willing to compromise, they can have that now or wait till he qualifies for his pension. Mary and her lawyer discussed the matter for a while, it seemed complicated and lengthy and the outcome uncertain. The lawyer had no experience in such matters and wanted to investigate the matter further, but Mary was afraid of upsetting Scott and reviewing the terms of the filing. They accepted the offer.

Mary's lawyer then presented her amended version of the financial settlement, which was that Mary would keep all the proceeds of the sale of the house, all their savings, her new car when delivered, all her jewelry, and whatever furniture she decided to keep. The rest Scott could keep or sell, along with his two cars. 

To maintain her standard of living, Mary would also receive 40% of Scott's income in alimony, unless of course she remarried. Mary's lawyer labored in explaining that the 40% rather than a fixed amount would allow the alimony to be adjusted or indexed over time and avoid future complications. Scott should provide Mary with annual income statements certified by his employer. Scott would keep his cars. They would have joint custody of Dean but Mary will get physical custody. Dean's primary residence would be with his mother and she would receive child support until Dean's eighteenth birthday. 

Since neither considered it a contentious issue, Scott could have Dean whenever he wished as long as he covered travel expenses should Mary decide one day to move back to California. Dean would remain on Scott's health insurance, and he would agree to pay Dean's school fees until he graduates from high school. 

Scott quickly agreed.

Jo Willingham darted a look in his direction, surprised by his hasty response. He then leaned over and whispered in Scott's ear, with a hint of concern in his voice, that they should negotiate and improve the deal to his advantage. Scott shrugged and told him to forget it. He instructed his lawyer to just make sure that the wording states explicitly that the alimony is 40% of his employment income, salary and bonus, excluding any other income. His lawyer looked at him again, a sort of quizzical look, but didn't say anything. 

Jo Willigham had Scott's full financial statement and couldn't figure out what game Scott was playing. Scott was taking this very lightly, atypical of a man of his stature. He suspected that Scott had a hidden agenda but he couldn't figure out what. He was right of course! But nothing came close to what he may have suspected.

* * *

Scott took a few days vacation to deal with some private matters. He disappeared and no one saw him during those two days. Mary and Dean thought he was traveling on business. His colleagues thought he was dealing with family matters.

When he returned, Scott had one more thing to do; deliver on a promise he made to Carla. He didn't want to involve his friends and business acquaintances in this. After some thinking he gave Martin Beener a call.

After a few minutes spent on updating Martin on what happened in his personal life, he brought up the reasons for his call. He told him about Carla and her business situation.

"She needs advice how to restructure her business and get rid of any dependency on her husband. She needs a line of credit to help her purge her debts and invest in developing her business. I don't want to be directly involved but I know people that may be able to offer guarantees, if needed, for her to regain full control of her business. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated Martin." 

"But you just told me that the business is in the name of her husband. Isn't he involved in the running of the business?"

"Don knows shit about running a business, it is all Carla's work, he is just living of her. Only the paperwork is in his name. She let's him occasionally mind the boutique while she is out running some errands and he puts that time to good use, he steals from the shop."

Martin reflected on this for a few minutes then asked Scott about Carla, her business abilities, what kind of guarantees he was suggesting, and the time frame by which all this was to happen. 

They concluded that Martin will contact the Miami branch of his bank and ask them to meet with Carla and assist her in any way they can. He told Scott that he would call him and give him the name of the contact person at the bank that Carla should address herself to. They agreed to let the Miami branch deal with the matter the best they can.

The following afternoon, Scott received a call from Martin and was given the name of the manager in the Miami branch dealing with business banking. The manager was briefed and was expecting Carla's call. He had told Martin that he will do his best to help but it all depended on Carla and her business case.

As soon as the call ended, Scott wondered if he should talk to Carla face-to-face or call her. He opted for the latter and dialed Carla's shop number. She had no idea what happened in his life since her last call, so he updated her on all that happened with Mary. 

Carla inquired about the divorce. He told her what had been agreed with the lawyers, the sale of the house, and the other terms of the settlement.

"What are you going to do now Scott?"

"I have a few options and things to think about, but it's all still up in the air." 

"Do you know what Mary is planning? Do you think she is after Don?" Carla was still worried. 

"Jeez Carla! I have no idea and I don't think I care. How are things with you anyway?"

They discussed Carla's situation and she told him that things were depressed on the home front and that she was struggling to rescue her business, things weren't looking good. 

Scott told her that this was actually the reason for his call. He informed her that he managed to get her a contact with a bank that could help her and that she was to contact the manager of business banking there as soon as convenient. He gave her the information given to him. 

Carla thanked him profusely before the call was terminated.

Scott leaned back on his chair with a smile of satisfaction on his face. He wanted to help Carla as a friend, but he also knew that this was another step in his plan for retribution.

* * *

Despite the market downturn, the real estate agent was able to find a couple interested in buying the house. It took them two weeks to decide but they finally made an offer that Scott and Mary accepted. The settlement would take place the same week their divorce became final.

The thing that puzzled Scott most during that time, from the time he filed for divorce till now, is that no one from Mary's family tried calling him; not her parents, not her sisters, not her brothers. The last time he spoke with her parents was a few days before Scott found out about Mary's affair with Don. He saw the phone log, he knew that Mary spoke with them since, and had probably told them about the divorce. He was also certain that Mary lied to them about the reasons. He was puzzled but not in any way concerned. He decided to wait and see.

Their collective cash, after disbursements, and rounded to the nearest thousand, was estimated to just over 429,000 dollars. The house would net about 372,000 dollars which was basically equivalent to their initial down payment. They had a big mortgage and for the last few years Scott was basically paying off the loan's interest and very little of the capital. The savings and CDs represented another 57,000 dollars once the lawyers fees, credit cards, and other minor expenses have been paid.

Mary lived on a day to day basis, she was never interested in long term planning, the money was there and she simply spent it. There was always enough and she never doubted or suspected that one day they may run out of money. Scott doubted that her lawyer felt an obligation to act as her financial adviser or planner as well. Scott was sure that Mary relied a lot on what Don and Fiona told her and he was certain that, from their perspective, Mary was literally taking him to the cleaners. 




Revelation Blues Pt. 04



Mary imagined that the 429,000 dollars represented a small fortune. It was! But she forgot that she never worked and that if she didn't work in the future, or found a working husband, that amount would have to last her roughly another 40 years. Even if she deposited her money in an exceptionally high interest account, the interest would hardly cover her basic needs. Scott knew that Mary was banking on the 40% of his income and Dean's child support and had no intention of using her settlement capital. That should keep her very happy and afloat until she meets another trusting sucker she could marry and cheat on. 

Scott smiled, this was Mary's problem now, he had other plans.

Chapter 17 -- Aftermath

It was the end of June, the divorce will soon become final. Scott called the period from the day he filed for divorce to the day it becomes final the 'Twilight Zone'. Nothing to do with sagas and vampires, just the time before the end of the day that was his marriage. Soon another dawn will rise on his new life.

Two out of three of his objectives were about to be fulfilled. The simple divorce was achieved and the simpler financial arrangement was also engaged. Now he just needed time before his next move. The custody of his son was something he was working on, it would just take time.

Retribution on Don was also on it's way. Scott couldn't go back and settle the score with all of Mary's lovers. Don had to be his 'sacrificial lamb' and suffer for all the others. Unknowingly, Carla was helping him achieve that. Scott knew that if he could help Carla solve her business issues he would also give her the strength needed to deal with her marital issues.

He was still considering several options to deal with Mary. He was in no rush and didn't want Dean to suffer from whatever he ended up doing. All in good time, he thought. Everything comes in time to him who knows how to wait.

Since the school holidays started, he enjoyed taking time off and spending it with his son, mostly sailing but also doing things they both enjoyed, like taking Dean for long drives in one of his two pets, driving down to the keys or crossing Florida and spending time on the Gulf Coast, visiting local attractions along the way.

Since the filing for divorce, communications between Scott and Mary we limited to the essentials, mostly about matters related to Dean. Scott told Mary that the school year will be starting in August and that, unless Mary had other plans, he will register Dean at the same school for his last Grade year. Lacking any plan of her own, Mary agreed to Scott's proposal.

Mary had no idea what she was going to do, a few times she was tempted to engage in friendlier discussions with Scott but he disengaged immediately. In the early days, she spent a lot of her time lazing on one of the Key Biscayne beaches. Scott knew that she was still seeing Don and Fiona but that was no longer his business. 

Lately she was out every day. 

* * *

Scott called Carla to find out how her negotiations with the bank were progressing. 

Carla sounded upbeat. She informed Scott that the bank was evaluating extending funds needed to salvage the business. She was also informed of an opportunity to expand her business. It seemed that the bank was approached by the representative of a company based in the Bahamas that was interested in developing a chain of fashion boutiques in Florida and were looking for a partner that knew the business and could take responsibility for the overall management of the new venture. The manager of business banking mentioned Carla and her business and the representative of the Bahamian company seemed very interested in meeting her. 

She informed Scott that the representative flew over and they met. They agreed to develop an equal partnership where the company would advance the funds and Carla would build the businesses and have total control over its management. The potential partner would also guarantee the bank funds advanced to salvage her business. The company would expect 30% of the net profits which Carla thought was more than reasonable considering the investment. In the short term, this will allow her to save her boutique then, when the new business is created, she would organize a buyout where her boutique would become part of the new business. 

Somehow Scott didn't seem surprised, "I'm really happy for you Carla, sounds very promising."

"Well, you get a lot of credit for that Scott. If you hadn't put me in contact with that bank I would have never met this company and never got a chance not only to save my business but also find a partner that would allow me to develop and grow. The potential is huge!"

"That's awesome Carla! Mine was a very modest contribution, the real opportunity is in your business abilities." Scott paused for effect then made his move, "Just thinking out loud, how would you get Don to sell the boutique since he is, on paper at least, the owner of your current business."

"This is the main issue I have yet to solve Scott. My future partner company made it clear that they would only guarantee the credit if the shop is in my name or sold to the new business venture. The bank manager also can't extend the credit without the ownership and guarantee. If I hadn't invested so much effort in this boutique I would have just dumped it and let Don deal with it. "

"So what are you going to do?"

"I have asked Don yesterday to transfer the business in my name, I told him the bank won't extend the funds if the business is in his name. He said he will think about it. I don't know what there is to think about. If he doesn't agree, I won't get the funds. I'll probably focus on the new business and let him figure out how to deal with the boutique. He nearly bankrupted me and I am not going to allow him to destroy this business opportunity." Scott could sense the anger in Carla's voice.

"How much have you told him so far Carla, I mean about your new business opportunity?"

"I didn't tell him anything. I don't want him to screw this one up. Why?"

"Keep it that way Carla and think carefully about what you're doing. You two are married and if one day he left you, as he said he will, or you decided to leave him, he can claim half of whatever you have. If you saved the business then divorced, you would have worked 50% for him. If you built the new business then divorced, he would get at least half of your equity in it. The bastard can even ask you for support as the high earner. Just make sure he doesn't bankrupt you. You need a fair go at this one." Scott didn't say more, he had said enough. The seed was planted, the rest was up to Carla. If this plan didn't work, he had a Plan B and C in store.

He learned from Carla that Aldo and Wanda Spiteri were divorcing. Apparently Wanda caught Aldo with the neighbors' wife and filed for divorce. She had suspected for a while that he was having affairs but this time she had the proof. Wanda was also taking Aldo to the cleaners, a legalized ritual practiced by wives in most divorce proceedings, although this time Scott thought it was well deserved. Aldo was sleeping in the small office in the back of his gallery and Wanda retained their house. 

Scott also learned what Mary was doing. Since Wanda stopped helping Aldo with his business, Mary had been spending some time doing just that, helping Aldo with his exhibitions and with the day-to-day management of his gallery.

No one could see the expression on Scott's face. In addition to the happy smile he displayed anticipating Carla's next move, he was almost beaming when he heard about Mary and Aldo. 

* * *

Mary was facing a dilemma. She had to find a place to live before the house was settled, a place she could move her furniture and personal belongings to, a place close to Dean's school, and close to her now familiar surroundings. 

She didn't want to return immediately to California. She wanted to avoid being questioned by her parents and siblings. She needed time for things to cool down. She was just apprehensive of being on her own all of a sudden. 

Fiona offered to lodge her but Mary declined after giving the offer some thought. It wasn't clear whether the confined space, the friction between the two kids, or the location of Fiona's abode was the main motive for declining the offer.

Mary had given up any hope by now of Scott changing his mind about the divorce and the thought of being on her own scared her. 

Aldo was still homeless and business was not as prosperous as it was. He proposed to Mary that they rent something together and share the rent. It would give them time to see things coming. Mary finally overcame her own uncertainties and agreed to rent a three bedrooms apartment in Key Biscayne. 

When Mary told Scott about her move to an apartment on the other side of the island, Scott was smiling inside. When Dean told him that Aldo was moving in with them, and despite Dean's obvious upset, he could not suppress a smile from appearing on his face. He adapted his plans to the new situation.

* * *

A week before the divorce became final and the house settled, Scott had managed to rent an old Catalina 30' sailboat moored in Matheson Hammock Marina. 

The owner of the boat was a friend he sailed with from time to time. That friend was having some financial difficulties and was planning on selling the boat but no one was buying, at least not at the price he wanted. 

Scott told him about the divorce and the sale of the house. He told him he always wanted to experience life on a boat, something to do with finding out what it's like before engaging on long journeys. This is an opportunity to do so. He asked his friend if he would consider renting him the boat for six months. 

The rental Scott paid helped his friend cover the boat's docking costs and allowed him to make a little extra money to relieve his short term financial problems. Scott proposed to cover the cost of any additional insurance as he planned on sailing the boat from time to time. 

Scott and his friend agreed on cash payment, it was simpler for both. They also agreed that, officially, his friend was just helping Scott out, as a temporary arrangement between friends. They concluded that as soon as his friend's financial situation improved, or he wanted the boat back, Scott would move out. Scott guessed that this won't happen before six months, at least. 

The first night Scott slept in the boat, he started planning the surprise he would spring on Mary in a few days, the day after the divorce became final. 

* * *

The morning following his receipt through his lawyer of the court documents officially terminating his marriage, Scott went to see his boss and submitted his resignation, effective immediately, for personal reasons of course.

Nothing can describe the surprise of his boss and his colleagues. No one expected that. Scott told them that the divorce affected him deeply and he was becoming depressed, distracted, and reclusive. Nobody believed him, but no one said so. Some even suspected that he had a better offer from another company. Scott had of course to serve his notice period, but he had accrued so much vacation and well trained his deputy that his boss agreed to a four weeks transition period. Scott's deputy would immediately become the acting COO until a new COO is appointed. 

Scott had a few calls with the Group President and CEO and the Group SVP Operations in London, he went through a few exit interviews, and spent time sorting the various paperwork with Human Resources and Finance. He assured everyone that he was not going to work anywhere else, let alone for a competitor. His reasons were purely personal issues and was taking time off to deal with them. The Group CEO even suggested that Scott takes a year sabbatical leave. Scott declined.

Before the divorce, Scott had two life insurances, with Mary as beneficiary. One was with his now former employer and that was terminated when he resigned. The other one he had canceled when he filed for divorce. 

In settlement, Scott received a reasonable amount of money that was the sum of his last month pay, outstanding vacation, performance bonus, and various other settlements. He made allowances for the 40% he owed Mary for his last month of gainful employment. He then opened an account for Dean's child support and instructed his bank to transfer just about the full remaining amount in his account to Dean's child support account. Once a month, the bank would transfer the child support amount to Mary's account and that for as long as there were funds unless instructed by him otherwise. That account was a symbolic gesture really, Scott just wanted to lock the money away. 

Once these transactions completed, Scott had barely 1,000 dollars left in his own bank account. He had no job, and hence no income, and he didn't plan on having one any time soon. 

Chapter 18 -- Cold Showers

The day after Scott walked out of his office building for the last time, he called his lawyer and told him that he was jobless and penniless. 

"This whole affair left me depressed and unable to concentrate on my work. The atmosphere at the office became unbearable after almost everyone knew my story. I preferred to resign than being forced to do so. That wouldn't have looked good on my CV the day I felt well enough to start looking for a new job. I still have my pride!" Scott had to be honest, at least about the fact that he resigned. Mary's lawyer, or anyone else for that matter, would have easily found out anyway.

"How are you going to manage without a job?"

"My parents back home will help. They saddened by my bad fortune and emotional state and decided to help me until such time I could get myself back together, get over my depression, and look for a new job, indeed a new life." Scott tried to sound beaten and hoped he acted well. Despite the smile on his face he deployed his best efforts to sound depressed.

Jo Willingham was silent for a while. Scott could almost hear him thinking. Suddenly, his lawyer burst out laughing. He obviously didn't believe Scott, he thought of this as some kind of joke.

"OK Scott. What are you up to?" He wanted to know. 

As much as Scott would have wanted to tell him, even enjoyed doing so, he couldn't take the risk. So he continued with his act. 

"I am up to nothing Jo! I just didn't realize how hard the breakup was going to affect me. Now that the divorce is final all my deep and penned emotions resurfaced and I am struggling with them." 

His lawyer still wasn't buying it. But Scott could sense some doubt taking over. His attitude was slowly changing. Jo was just struggling to make the link between the confident and professionally successful man he saw before the divorce and the man he hardly recognized now on the phone.

"So where are you living now?"

"A friend was kind enough and let me use his old boat for a while, so that's where I will be living till I am back in shape and sort my shit out. I couldn't afford anything else anyway."

"How about those two fine cars you had?" The lawyer asked, trying to overcome the last hurdle into believing Scott's story.

"I sold them." 

"How come? They're about the only thing you wanted to keep and I had the impression you loved these cars." 

"I did! I did! You understand, it costs a small fortune to keep and run these cars. I don't have a garage anymore and there is no way I was going to park them in the street or at the marina. How does anyone expect me to keep them when I'm jobless and destitute. I needed the money anyway. So I sold them."

"I guess you don't have your company car either now, so what are you driving?"

"I had a good deal on a 2002 Ford Escape that should keep me mobile while things are sorting themselves out." That was also true.

"I'm sorry to hear that Scott," his lawyer concluded, he knew though that Scott didn't call him just to share with him his bad news, "I guess you called me for another reason. How can I help you?"

"I'd like you to call Mary's lawyer and inform her that I will be unable to pay Mary's alimony from now on for the simple reason that I no longer have an income. I made arrangements so that she will get child support from an account I set up with my settlement money for that purpose. I also deposited most of the money from the sale of the two cars into that account. My parents will also help with Dean, but they don't feel it's their role or duty to pay alimony to a cheater." 

The lawyer hesitated for a while, "You planned all this, didn't you?" There was a hint of anger in his voice.

Scott remained silent. He didn't want to push further and insult the man's intelligence.

"Scott, it may be better if you called your ex-wife directly and sorted this out with her and spared both of you the costs of lawyers.' He sounded sarcastic but not much.

"I hope you are not worried about your fees, Jo." Scott replied with an equal amount of sarcasm, "I would really appreciate if you could do me this favor, and please don't worry about the cost. I still have some money from the sale of the cars to cover my expenses."

Jo Willingham reluctantly agreed. 

Scott could have called Mary directly of course. He could have told her on Saturday when he picked up Dean. But he wanted her to start spending her well earned money, in more ways than one. Lawyers are amazing money guzzlers. He also wanted her to know that he was not prepared to talk to her directly about anything not related to Dean.

* * *

The next day Scott had a very worried Mary on the phone. Her voice initially conveyed disbelief.

"Scott, I just had a call from my lawyer. She apparently spoke with yours and she was told that you lost your job." It sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Yes Mary, that's true."

"Oh my god, Scott! Why were you let go?"

Scott had no idea what his lawyer told hers, what hers told Mary, or what she wanted to believe.

"I wasn't let go Mary. I resigned." He had to set that record straight.

"Why Scott? Why would you do that?" She was almost shouting.

"I had to Mary. I am not feeling well, actually I am feeling pretty depressed and very angry. My work was suffering, I was becoming distracted and unproductive, and everyone around me noticed. They all knew what happened. I couldn't stand their stares and their whispers. I had two choices, wait for them to let me go or resign. If they let me go it wouldn't look good to a future employer. If I resigned, I could always say later that I had a personal project or took a sabbatical leave. I will get out of my depression eventually and look for a job, you know me. But now I am unable to think straight, I can't concentrate on anything." 

"How long do you think it would take before you start looking for a new job?"

"I really don't know Mary. I hope not too long. I am trying to deal with the situation the best I can. I guess I managed somehow in the beginning, but it eventually got to me. I am still trying to make sense of what you did to me. To us. To our family. I just couldn't live with it. Now I also feel inadequate, stupid, and lost. I need time to heal." 

"My lawyer said you won't be able to pay the alimony money? What am I supposed to do now? " 

Good old Mary! Scott was shaking his head. Not only she chose to ignore his remarks about his condition and her responsibility in the breakup of their marriage but she was totally focused on what mattered to her most. Did he miss those traits of her personality? He was certain she hadn't always been like that. But now he doubted everything about her. Was he so much in love that he didn't see it? Or is this the 'new' Mary, the downgraded version, the result of her spending so much time time with Don and Fiona? Well, they can be two to play that game, he thought. 




Revelation Blues Pt. 04



"That's true Mary. I no longer have an income. I managed to deposit the little money I got from work and from the sale of the cars in a fund for Dean so that I could contribute to his support. I am living now on a day by day basis. Dad will help me financially when needed." He ignored her second question.

"Will he help pay my alimony?"

"Mary! For goodness sake," Scott shouted, unable to contain himself, "How could you ask such a stupid question? First of all, the alimony was to be paid from my income, salary and bonus that is, nothing else. Dad will send me enough money to get by, he is not paying me a salary, and the money he sends does not qualify under the terms of our divorce. He probably would stop sending money if he knew I was giving you some of it. Let me tell you this, Mary. You took all the money, our money, after our divorce, I got nothing but pain and sadness after what you did. So use that money Mary, and use it well."

"I can't Scott. I opened a couple of CDs and deposited all the money. Don said that would be best till I figure out what I'll be doing." 

"Awesome! Since Don is now your financial adviser, as well, I suggest you ask him what to do."

"But how will I live without money? I have expenses... "

"The same way as I will, I guess," Scott cut her off, "You can't rely on the generosity of your family, but I doubt that even if they had the means they would be inclined to help you. You can find a job, but that is so unlike you. Unless Aldo decides to pay you for whatever services you are rendering. Have Don or Fiona help you. I hope it wasn't only sex that drew them to you! My best advice is to start looking for a new husband, as stupid as your ex had been, so that he can maintain your lifestyle. That disqualifies Don, I guess, he has no money and he is already married."

"Not for long, Carla is divorcing him."

"How come? I thought she relied on him to keep her business." He was inwardly smiling.

"I have no idea. I think she is also selling the boutique."

"Good for her!" Scott's plan seemed to have worked. He will call Carla later and get an update.

"What about Dean?" She asked, finally. Scott was waiting for this one.

"What about Dean?" He retorted.

"How will I be able to look after him without money?"

"Why didn't you think of Dean before you started fucking around? It's too late now I guess. Anyway, his school is paid off and I told you that you will get monthly payments till the funds run out. After that I will ask my parents to help in any way they can. They love Dean and will do anything they can for him, but let me tell you this Mary, if they ever had the slightest doubt that the money wasn't spent on Dean, all of it, they will stop paying it. If you have issues with that then just check with your lawyer." 

Scott wanted to push her buttons, shock her system in a way, and have her confront some of the basic realities of life. Nothing was free and nothing was forever. He also wanted her to know that she may be in for a long haul. He wasn't kidding himself either about her use of the money, but he had his plan. He didn't want to play all his cards at once. Somehow he couldn't resist saying what came out next.

"Mary, if you can't afford to look after him, you can always agree to have him come live with me. I may not have the money to look after him but my parents will help me. You will also have more time to spend with Don, Fiona, or Aldo and the others that will surely follow."

Mary remained silent.

"Anyway, have a chat with your lawyer if you needed some 'independent' advice. Unless of course you prefer Don's advice."

"Yes Scott." She sounded defeated. Maybe that was just wishful thinking on Scott's part.

"Good. I will come over Saturday to pick up Dean."

The conversation ended shortly thereafter. 

* * *

Mary called her lawyer the minute her conversation with Scott ended. She was seriously worried. They met the following day at her lawyer's office. A crisis meeting of some sort. Her lawyer explored the various options available to Mary. 

They needed to investigate and run some basic checks as a first step. It would be easy to verify Scott's claims. They would check with his former employer, check his new 'residence', his finances, and so on. 

If they found that Scott had another source of income that he failed to declare they would have to go back to court to amend the terms of the divorce, particularly the limitation regarding alimony being paid only from his salary. That would take time.

Legally they couldn't lay claim to money sent to him by his parents. 

They could engage a procedure to access his retirement fund in the United Kingdom. This was not within their jurisdiction and the international legal process could take years. They should have obtained more information about Scott's overseas retirement fund before accepting the settlement. Too late now. 

Short of that, there was no way they could obtain anything from Scott while he was jobless.

Mary's lawyer was not a generous soul, she made clear what her fees would be for her services. 

At her lawyer's suggestion, Mary agreed to the investigation part. There is a cost associated but at least they could verify Scott's claims and document the situation officially. Considering the estimated cost of the other options, and the time it would take to address them and resolve them, they may not be worth the investment.

Mary had to close the smaller of the two CDs to pay for her lawyer's fees, her upcoming rent, and her ongoing expenses.

* * *

The day following his chat with Mary, Scott called Carla. 

"How is it going?" he inquired after greeting her, "I hear you are divorcing?"

"It's true Scott. I was fed up with that asshole and thanks to this new business opportunity I am able to free myself from him, his scheming, his cheating, and his lies."

"How did this unfold?"

"Well, his behavior hasn't changed. He doesn't tell me much but now I am more aware of things. I know he is still seeing Mary although their relationship hasn't been the same since Aldo is in the picture. He still lies to me but I don't even care. I've been focusing on the new business. I thought about what you told me last time, he could leave me one day and lay claim to all the good work I would be putting in the new business. I saw that clearly when we talked about the boutique. So I went to see my lawyer and started the divorce proceedings."

"What are you doing about the boutique?"

"That issue was much more dramatic to deal with but it's resolved now. After I told him that I wanted him to transfer the business in my name, he thought about it for a couple of days, he came back and told me that he wanted his name to be included in the ownership documents. I refused. The bank condition was clear, I had to have the boutique in my name to get the rescue money. He said he won't transfer it to me. So I threatened him with divorce and suing him for theft. He said there is no way he would transfer or sell the business and that if I didn't like it he would get another person to run the boutique. That was just about all I could take. The asshole treated me like a dumb-ass shop attendant. I didn't say a word to him for the rest of the week."

Carla paused to gather her thoughts.

"As I said, I thought a lot about what you told me last time we spoke. What he told me that day, dismissing me like a dirty rag, was just what I needed to go for his jugular. I went the next day to see my lawyer and started two proceedings, one for divorce and one for theft and embezzlement. When Don saw the papers he literally freaked out. I told him that the business was just about bankrupt thanks to him and that I had the means of proving it. As long as it was in his name I wasn't going to lift a finger to save it. After a long and horrible discussion I told him that he had two options. He could transfer the business in my name as part of a divorce settlement or, if he preferred, still get divorced and go to jail. In exchange for signing the divorce papers he could keep the house and I'll give him 50 per cent of the current estimated value of the boutique."

"How did he react?"

"He wasn't a happy bunny, to say the least. He huffed and puffed but finally agreed to my proposal. He knew that I was so fed up that I was ready to forget the boutique and let him deal with the bankruptcy and send him to jail."

"I am sorry to say so Carla, but I think you did the right thing." Scott was not sorry at all, this was exactly what he was expecting would happen. He didn't expect her to salvage the boutique but it seems that Carla was very attached to it and had handled the situation better than he hoped. He didn't want Don to go to jail though, that would be too good. Free lodging, free meals, a different form of sex but one he suspected Don could eventually enjoy. He wanted Don to suffer, no lodging, no food, and above all no sex.

"It had to happen sooner or later Scott, I know that now. You simply opened my eyes. It's better to do it now and start a fresh, new life. Anyway, he signed yesterday the divorce paper and the settlement and I dropped the other proceeding. We are getting an independent valuation for the business, I need it anyway for the new company, and he will get 50 percent of whatever it's worth. It's in the divorce settlement now. Because of the outstanding debts I don't expect him to get as much as he thinks. Most likely he will get 50 percent of the debt. He signed the papers and that's all that matters now."

"Why did you leave him the house?"

"It's heavily mortgaged, so no equity, we were struggling to pay the mortgage anyway. Now it has more bad memories than good ones. Let him figure out how to deal with the mortgage without me supporting him. My new business partner surprised me by offering to include in the deal housing and car allowances, as company expenses. So I'll be renting a new condo for me and my daughter."

They discussed Carla's new business interests and she informed Scott that she believes it would be probably worth opening another boutique as soon as the sale of the current one was concluded. She would have to talk to her partner company about acquiring a new location.

Scott didn't say much. He just noted what Carla told him and they ended their conversation with the promise to stay in touch. 

Chapter 19 -- Safety Net

When Scott was born his parents opened a savings account in his name and deposited a small amount each month, increasing that amount annually. It was supposed to be a surprise gift for his eighteenth birthday. They had done the same for his older brother and sister, so when Scott became aware of that fact he guessed that they've done the same for him. In his last year of high school, Scott's parents also opened another account where they used to deposit his weekly allowance. Not surprising really when one knew that both his parents were doing well in the banking business and wanted their son to understand the value of money and how to manage it.

When Scott reached his eighteenth birthday, he was 'officially' informed about the savings account and his father told him that he now had full control over his savings and transaction accounts. With accrued interests, special deposits made on his birthdays, and gifts from grandparents, the balance was close to twelve thousand British pounds. For an eighteen years old just out of high school it was a fortune. When Scott thought about that several years later, he realized that this amount represented the annual income of a working adult in the early 1980s. Even for such an adult, that was a lot of money!

For various reasons, Scott didn't touch his savings. His parents decided to let him make his own decisions when it came to using that money and he didn't want to disappoint them. He wanted to buy a sport car but then he thought he would do so after finishing university. He figured he could use the money later as capital to start a business or as a deposit for a house. There were just too many things he could do with that money. He chose to wait.

While at university in London, Scott joined a student investment club which were in fashion at the time. That was surprising in a way because he didn't have a speculative-mind nor did he have any interest in share trading. The fact was that some of his closest friends at university had joined that club, he just tagged along. It seemed like a fun thing to do with friends at the time. When he started to understand the market dynamics, he was hooked. In addition to the investment club, Scott opened a share trading account with his bank back home. His father helped him with that. At that time, there was no Internet and no browsers, trading was quite an experience. 

Scott wasn't a compulsive trader, when he felt that a business had potential or a company had a promising future, he managed to buy some shares. He limited his investments to the businesses he was familiar with or those he understood the business model, such as IT companies and major engineering corporations. 

After graduating, Scott was enjoying a quiet summer vacation in the English Channel, with his parents, before starting the quest for his first full time job. He thought again of his savings and the sport car he hoped to buy. His investments at the time, although very small in comparison, were doing well, very well indeed. His savings account started by his parents on the other hand hadn't grown much, proportionally to his investments that is. His savings account, with the addition of a few deposits and the accrued interest, amounted to less than fourteen thousand British pounds.

Scott wasn't a financial wizard but he could handle simple logic and simple maths. The little he had invested in shares, less than two thousand pounds in less than three years, most of it from when he worked summer jobs or part-time, had nearly tripled in value while the 'huge' amount he had in savings had barely moved in comparison. The sport car faded again in the back of his mind and was replaced by the very dominant thought of making his savings money work better for him.

It took Scott a few days to transfer most of his savings to his share trading account, then instruct his account manager at the bank to buy him shares in companies he either had invested in already or new ones that emerged since then. He now had a modest portfolio of shares that he hoped would grow and allow him to buy an even better sport car.

When Scott started working, his monthly salary was deposited in a new bank account in London. Occasionally, when he felt he had a little more than what he needed for his ongoing expenses and entertainment, he would transfer the excess to his trading account back home and buy more shares.

A couple of months before being offered the assignment to California, and thanks to a fortuitous encounter Scott had with one of his father's friends, who also happened to be the family solicitor, he learned about Trusts. Initially he was more curious than needful, but by the end of their chat he was convinced of the need to establish such a Trust. 

The solicitor helped with the set up of a Discretionary Trust and the creation of a holding company that would act as the trustee. Scott asked his parents if they would be willing to to be listed as beneficiaries of the Trust. Of course they both agreed. He was the sole owner of the the trustee company and its sole director and secretary. In the unfortunate event where something would happen to him, his parents could easily take it over. There was no need for a will. 

At his solicitor's advice, Scott gave his father a full and perpetual power of attorney. His solicitor told him that this would allow his father to act on his behalf should an emergency or need arise. With the help of the solicitor and his accountant, Scott transferred all his worldly wealth, his savings account and his share trading account, into the trustee company.

* * *

When Scott was offered the assignment to California, and after some research, he accepted on the condition that his stock options and pension be dealt with separately. 

He asked for his pension contributions to be paid by his employer into a self managed personal pension plan set up in the Channel Islands. His argument to his management was that, regardless of how his career progresses, and wherever he is assigned, this arrangement would save everyone all sorts of administrative complications later on. 

To his surprise his company readily agreed. The pension plan was fairly simple to set up and Scott thought it would give him better control over his pension management and investments. Although separate from his Discretionary Trust, The pension plan was managed by his Trust's holding company. It was also his second second safety net. He had full control of how his retirement fund was managed.

Whenever he could exercise his options on the incentive stock his company offered him from time to time, he would contact his accountant and ask him to perform the transaction on his behalf. These were also deposited eventually into his pension plan. 

The dissociation of the stock options and pension from his contract in the US proved now to be a very smart move.

* * *

When Scott moved to the US, his salary and bonuses were paid to a US bank account. Due to his move and to the time spent on his new project, he forgot, for a short while, about his investments. He was totally focused on his new job. Once well settled in his new environment, he started dedicating a small part of his time to keeping track of his investments. He kept the habit of transferring money to his company in the Channel Islands and investing in more shares.

After marrying Mary, he consulted with a financial adviser in California, his accountant in the Channel Islands, and his financial adviser in London. After considering his options, weighing all the financial, taxation, and administrative implications, he decided not to change any of the existing arrangements to the Discretionary Trust, the Holding Company, or the Personal Pension Plan. He instructed his solicitor to draw a will designating Mary, and later added Dean, as beneficiaries. Should anything happens to him they would inherit everything.

The only thing that changed after he married Mary was that he stopped transferring money to his company back home. He now spent whatever extra money he made on getting his family the nicer things in life, and from time to time on making Mary that much happier, like buying her a new car or offering her a nice ring for their wedding anniversary.

Scott was a gifted but also a disciplined investor. Many invested like gamblers playing Black Jack. He invested for the long term. In Scott's mind what started, and to some extent remained, a hobby became a real-life game of Monopoly. Whenever he heard of or discovered a new or promising company and decided he wanted to invest in, he would immediately instruct his bank to buy shares in this company. 

Imagine investing in Microsoft in 1990 selling some of the shares in 2000 and buying in eBay then selling most of the eBay shares in 2005 and buying Google shares. Imagine what buying Oracle shares in 1995 and selling them in 2001 or buying Boeing shares in 1995 and selling them in 2008 would have represented. 

When companies like PayPal and e-Trade saw the light, Scott was always one of the early adopters. By then he had accounts in various currencies and shares in expanding and developing markets. 

It became his secret hobby, one he practiced when on business trips but seldom when he was at home. But then Scott traveled a lot!

Maybe that is why he never mentioned his 'hobby' to anyone, not even to Mary. He never felt comfortable talking about it. He nearly told Martin when they met in San Francisco, that was Martin's line of business after all, but then he changed his mind. He never wanted to convey the image of being a 'rich guy', it just wasn't him. He didn't want to be put under pressure by comments like 'why the hell are you working when you have that kind of money'. The only ones that knew about the Trust and the holding company were his parents. His brother and sister also knew but were not directly involved. They both had their own 'hobbies' anyway.