The Rocks

Chapter One

With the meeting over, I undid my tie and threw my jacket into the back seat of the Mustang convertible I'd hired. Finally, four whole days to myself with nothing to do but rest. No wife, no kids, no in-laws, no work, absolutely no interruptions and no one to answer to. Just like it used to be in the old days.

I could leave my clothes and wet towels lying around wherever I wanted. The toilet seat could stay up all day. No bosses hounding me with deadlines, and best of all, an unlimited expense account.

With the wind blowing through my hair, I drove along the highway to our company's Gold Coast apartment. For the next few days everything in my mind would be shelved; all I had to worry about was me. It was an exhilarating feeling.

Pulling into the basement car park, I spied a young woman bending over her boot, retrieving her shopping, and revealing a pair of skimpy panties. She was young and good-looking. Oh, how I loved this place. I deliberately delayed alighting from my car. I wanted to make sure we walked to the elevator together, and as luck would have it, when she dropped her purse I pounced on it, getting a nice close up of her tanned legs.

"Thanks," she smiled.

"No problem," I said.

Entering the elevator I watched her eyes widen when she saw me hit the Penthouse Suite button.

"Staying long?" she asked.

"Just a few days. Business trip. You know how it is, all work and no play," I replied jokingly.

We chatted as the elevator made its way up. She was defiantly coming on to me but I wasn't interested. She definitely wasn't worth jeopardizing my marriage over. In the old days, I had any woman I wanted, no problem. Now, though, it was a different story. But that didn't stop me from thinking about fooling around, especially lately with all that tension happening at home.

The elevator jerked to a stop. Fishing around in my trousers pocket, my hand grazed my cock. I was surprised; it was half erect. That young woman had affected me without me even realizing. With a chuckle I entered the tidy apartment. In the bedroom I tossed my bag on the bed, kicked off my shoes, dropped my clothes on the floor and headed off for a long hot shower.

Soaping up my torso, I remembered another time I'd been here, years earlier. I'd been out drinking, cruised through a nightclub and picked up this hot-looking redhead. I'd foolishly brought her here, not thinking of the consequences, of the risk I was taking.

We were showering together, both of us intoxicated, our hands all over each other. She had the best looking tits I'd ever seen and I was all over her, pawing at her skin while the water cascaded down over our bodies. My hand was down over her naked mound, inching towards her slit, eager to enter her, to feel the warmth of another woman's pussy after all these years.

Soaping up my cock, I pulled at my shaft. The memory of her, of how I'd nearly made love to her right here in this shower had my cock throbbing for release. I pulled at it, closing my eyes, wanting to experience that feeling again.

The phone had rung. I wasn't going to answer it but then thought I'd better. Kate hadn't been well. She was going to the doctor, and I thought it might have been her. The woman pulled me back as I tried to make my way out. She thrust her luscious body at me, our skin slipping over each other's as she kissed me deeply, passionately.

Her hands were groping for me, tugging at my cock, just like I was doing now. I remember I allowed the answering machine to pick it up as my fingers slid inside her cunt. She swooned, moaned into my mouth and then the phone rang again.

I jerked at my cock, my eyes still closed, fixated on that long ago image. An orgasm was building and I desperately need the release. I concentrated harder on the memory of the woman, on her curves, her tits, her hot, wet pussy and it didn't take me long then to jerk all over the tiles, my body arching as the spasms overtook me.

Collapsing back against the cold tiles, I remembered finally detaching myself from the woman, whatever her name was, and snatching up the receiver with a bark of a greeting.

"Oh, darling," Kate had gushed. "I'm glad I caught you. You'll never guess. We're pregnant! Pregnant! And we're having twins."

She'd been so excited, laughing, then crying, bringing me back to my senses. I remembered looking over at the closed bathroom door, thankful that I hadn't fucked the woman. A bit of groping was forgivable, but fucking, well--especially now that I was to be a father--was inexcusable.

I got rid of the woman and never mentioned it nor did I ever stray again. Wasn't tempted. The kids meant the world to me, and Kate too, although lately she'd been moody and distant.

I finished rinsing off and turned off the taps. Wrapping a large towel around me, I opened the patio doors to inhale the invigorating freshness that only the ocean can bring. The sun was blazing, the sky a brilliant blue. There was a faint breeze, tantalizing my damp flesh, cooling me down and making the day perfect. I breathed in deeply, noting the peace and quiet. This was just what I needed.

Sunny Queensland in Australia, the best place in the world to relax. What was it the ads said? Beautiful one day, perfect the next. That was exactly right, I thought as I looked down on the beach below. Yes, some lovely looking bodies down there. Chicks in skimpy bikinis. I was fifteen stories up and decided to get out some binoculars for a closer look.

Didn't hurt to look now, did it?

Sitting on the edge of the recliner, I peered down over the sand to see two girls who were lying face down with only their G-strings on. They could have been naked. Their g-stings were tucked into the cracks of their arses and their bodies were tanned a golden brown. There were no telltale strap marks anywhere else. I'd have to make sure I was looking when they turned over. Very nice. Very nice, indeed.

I scanned the rest of the beach lazily. There were quite a few out soaking up the rays; surfers and jet boat riders were also enjoying the day. Just as I was about to review the ladies I'd seen previously, I saw movement out near the rocks.

Something caught my attention.

Adjusting the binoculars, I gasped when I zoomed in on a sexy-looking woman who appeared to be tanning nude. She was kneeling in the sand, stretching her arms up over her head, causing her breasts to jut outward. Delightfully surprised, I focused in harder with the binoculars, trying to get a better shot of this bronze goddess. She rummaged in a bag, pulled out some sunscreen and began the delightful task of slathering lotion over her gorgeous breasts.

Then another woman came into view. A brunette. She was dressed in skimpy bikinis, not leaving much to the imagination. She took the bottle of lotion away from the goddess and squeezed some on her stomach. Her fingers spread around the cream and then they journeyed downwards towards her pussy.

I sat up straighter on my recliner, my hand slipping in the opening of the towel to grab my cock. It was hardening, the little episode in the shower still having left me horny. My hand glided over the knob as it bobbed about, pre-come already oozing from it, allowing my hand to slip over it more easily.

My other hand shook as I held the binoculars closer to my eyes. I watched the brunette lay the goddess on a towel, then position herself between the woman's open legs. I wondered how her naked pussy would look, all plump and juicy. I couldn't see properly and I watched spellbound as the dark woman's head disappeared in between the other pair of thighs. Oh, God, how my cock throbbed.

I focused in on the dark woman. She was kneeling, her arse pointing upwards. I had the irresistible urge to run down there, grab her by the hips, pull aside her g-string and ram my cock inside her. Fantasies were a wonderful thing.

Panning back so I could see the two of them I saw the goddess grabbing at her own breasts and crushing them together. Then she grabbed a handful of the dark woman's hair, pulling her up, away from her pussy as she tugged at her own nipple, stretching it out with her fingers. The dark woman's tongue licked out crazily, as the goddess smothered her into her cleavage.

I stroked my cock lovingly, amazed at how uninhibited they were. They had absolutely no fear of being caught. They were having sex out there on a public beach, where prying eyes like my own could see them, as though they were locked away in the privacy of their own bedroom. I wondered how many other people were watching, and it flashed through my mind that perhaps they were doing this to act out a fantasy for a third party.

Suddenly the brunette leapt up and grabbed her bag. She rummaged around, retrieved a mobile phone and spoke into it. The goddess rolled over on her side, pouting. I could tell she was annoyed at the interruption. She rolled back over, repositioning herself, her legs wide open to me, her pussy glistening wet. I licked my lips as though I could taste her and watched, mesmerized, as her fingers trailed down over her breasts, her abdomen and slipped inside to finger herself.

Oh, man, this was too much.

Opening my towel completely, I yanked my cock frantically, still trying to hold the binoculars steady. The dark girl returned her attention back to the goddess and began to rub her clit. The goddess's legs fell further apart and she withdrew her own fingers as the brunette continued to rub. The goddess's luscious breasts arched, she grabbed them, squeezing them and I knew she must have been on the brink of orgasm, when again the girl moved to the phone.

The goddess, clearly not happy, pulled back the hood, exposing her clit, and rubbed it frantically, faster and faster until her head fell back, her body shaking in what looked like an amazing orgasm.

My cock exploded, shooting come all over the balcony. I opened my legs to relieve the pressure in my balls and milked myself, loving every second of it. I lay back on the recliner, forgetting for a moment all about the girls, enjoying the sun on my now naked body, my cock subsiding, my balls more comfortable.

Finally, when I gathered enough strength to continue with my spying I groped for the binoculars. For a second I lost focus. When I managed to locate them again, I saw that the goddess was alone. She was in the process of putting her arms through a robe, forcing her large breasts to jut further forward, before tying it around her waist.

I hardened again at the mere sight of her. I'd never been into this type of voyeurism, but was loath to put the binoculars back down, especially when I focused in on her face. Exquisite! Long blond hair fell from its clasp and hung loosely down her back. She shook it free and ran her fingers through her scalp, shaking it, then flipping it back off her face.

And what a face. I zoomed in to large eyes that looked directly into mine. Startled, I pulled back. There was no way she could have seen me from down there. I rose quickly, took a few stumbling steps backwards until I was in the lounge. It would have been impossible for her to have seen me. Anxiously, I peered back down, but had difficulty locating her. I brought the glasses up again and saw her walking towards the boat ramp, not far from my building. My goddess was alone, the other girl nowhere in sight.

Excited at the prospect of seeing her up close, I rummaged through my bag, pulling out a pair of board shorts and T-shirt. I was desperate to see her. Perhaps I could find out where she was staying.

I quickly ran a comb through my hair, slapped on some aftershave, grabbed my keys and rushed out. Not wanting to wait for the elevator, I impatiently took the stairs, three at a time. Breathless, I entered the lobby trying to stop my heart from racing. I tried to appear nonchalant as I strolled across the lobby to the front door.

A blast of sea air assaulted me. The wind had picked up. I looked both ways along the footpath. Gone. She could have disappeared into any one of the apartments. I hurried one way and then the other, desperate for a glimpse of her, perhaps in one of the foyers.

Disappointed, I dragged myself back to the suite. I sank into the recliner out on the balcony, wondering who she was and if I'd see her again. I hoped she wasn't here on her last day of holidays. I was so lost in thought I didn't hear the phone ringing at first.

"Yeah, hello," I said, snatching it up distractedly.

"Darling, hi. I was just about to hang up. Did you just get there?" Kate asked.

"Yeah, just walked into the room. Heard the phone ringing from the hall. How's everything at home?" I asked, feeling a pang of guilt.

"No problems. The kids are great. We all miss you, though. How'd you go today?"

"The meeting went really well. Everyone was impressed with my presentation. I just hope they all go as well as this one."

"They will, don't worry. It's a shame you couldn't have had them all in one day. Wrap them up quickly. Are you still coming home Friday?"

"I'm not sure. I heard the flights are pretty full," I brushed aside another pang of guilt at my second lie. "I'll let you know when I confirm the reservation."

"I'm sorry about the fight we had," she said.

"That's okay."

"No really, I am. I want to spend more time with you. I really do. I didn't realize just how little I've been giving you."

I could hear the kids screaming in the background. "It's okay. Don't worry about it."

"But I do. I didn't realize..."

"I'll call you tomorrow, Kate. You'd better see to the twins. When I get home I'll take you out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate, okay?"

"That would be perfect. I know we haven't been out for a long time. I'll set up a babysitter for Saturday night."

"Why don't you send the twins over to your mother's? That way we'll have the whole night to do exactly what you want."

"Hmm, sounds good to me. I might go out and get some sexy new lingerie. What do you think?"

"I think that's the best offer I've had all day," I said, laughing.

"Leave everything to me, darling. I'll make it a night you'll never forget."

"Love you."

"I love you, too. Bye, sweetheart."

I felt guilty as I hung up the phone. While I was talking to Kate I kept thinking about that woman on the beach, my goddess, and how all I wanted was to be between her thighs.

Running my fingers through my hair, I knew if I had had her in the shower here today, like I had that redhead, there would be no way I'd let her out of my sight.

Chapter Two

Kate was a good wife. We'd met at a fancy dress party six years ago. She'd dressed as Cleopatra. Had this real exotic look about her. I was drawn to her immediately. She has dark hair, big brown eyes, a sexy upturned nose and a great mouth. She could do things with her mouth that no other girl I'd ever dated could do. Probably one of the reasons I married her.

She had a great body too. Even after having the twins, she still had a good figure. Her breasts had sagged a little due to feeding, but apart from a few stretch marks and the scar from the Caesarean, seeing her naked always turned me on.

The only thing that really annoyed me about her was her obsession with housework. Since the twins, she'd turned herself into a real clean freak, even in bed. In the early years we had sex whenever and wherever we wanted. We were like rabbits. Now, if I didn't have a shower first, there was no way she'd do it. It was insane. I couldn't understand it and it annoyed the hell out of me.

She was a tiger in bed, though, so I suppose I shouldn't complain. Some of the stories my mates told me about their wives made me realize just how lucky I really was. I loved oral and she knew it. I also loved experimenting in different positions, my favorite being doggy style, although we had some issues about her arse, said she didn't like doing it that way.

Once, she even accused me of having gay tendencies. I can tell you I went absolutely apeshit. Slamming your wife from behind did not mean you wanted to fuck a guy up the arse. It was great for depth, great for watching your cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, great for checking out her puckered hole.

Okay, okay, I did want to fuck her up the arse, but certainly not a guy. Never! No way. I'd never do that, absolutely never. Anyway, that's why we were fighting again. I hadn't had it like that for a long time and she didn't want to be in it. I was so mad that I started yelling and woke up the twins and things were tense when I left.

But I did love her. I really did!

So what the hell was I doing obsessing about this woman on the beach? Thank God, I didn't see her when I rushed downstairs. I wouldn't have known what to say. It was silly. Why would I want to ruin what I had with Kate? The goddess was probably married, anyway. Someone as hot looking as her was bound to have a boyfriend, probably a few.

I decided to go downstairs to the Thai restaurant around the corner. I had plenty of scotch here in the suite. All I needed was a good meal and a bottle of wine. Then after a few scotches I would just chill out and watch television. They had cable up here so there was bound to be something interesting on the Sports Channel.

Seated at a table near a side window, I could see the waves crashing onto the rocks, spraying high into the air. I enjoyed watching people coming and going. I kept a close eye on the footpath, just in case I saw her. After I ordered my meal, the waiter brought me the wine list. I asked for a bottle of Pinot Noir, chilled.

That's another thing that annoyed me about Kate. She couldn't understand that I liked my red chilled. So what if wine makers said you were supposed to have red at room temperature? I liked mine chilled.

As they served my dinner I noticed the red stain spread across the ocean as the sun began to set. It was an awesome sight and as I ate I thought about what I'd do tomorrow. A leisurely breakfast, a workout in the gym, a long swim in the pool and then I'd just chill out, relax, watch some television. Maybe even lie out on the beach.

Female laughter broke through my reverie. I glanced over at the doorway and my heart nearly stopped. There she was! The woman from the beach. My goddess. I nearly choked on my food. She was absolutely stunning and I was spellbound, totally in awe of her. From this short distance I could see her properly and even with her clothes on she oozed sex appeal.

Her companions weren't much to look at but they all seemed to be very close, touching each other's arms, whispering behind their hands, giggling together. The waiter seated them not far from me. Now I could see her perfectly. I tried not to be conspicuous but I couldn't help but stare. She was gorgeous.

As the evening wore on I stole more looks, unable to believe my good fortune. She had the sexiest mouth I've ever seen. Her lips were painted red and when she ate she would slowly open her mouth and allow the fork go all the way in, then pouting, she'd bring her teeth together, slide the fork out without any food ever touching her lips. I watched fascinated and wondered what else she could do with her mouth.

She was sitting at a table opposite me, and every now and again she opened her legs as though she knew I was watching her. I focused my attention back to my food, surprised to see my dessert untouched. How long had I been staring? Had anyone else noticed my obsession with her? The temptation of her was too strong and I found my eyes once again focused on the dim area under their table, secretively wanting to see if something was going on underneath that table.

I couldn't make out whether or not she was actually wearing any underwear, it was too dark, but I did see that her hand was down between her thighs. My eyes were drawn to her like magnets, unable to tear themselves away, and I watched, mesmerized, as she removed her hand, brought it up and licked her fingers clean. Her friends giggled when she did this.

She caught me staring and I quickly looked away, my face flushing scarlet. When I asked the waiter for my bill she gazed over and gave me a sly smile. I nearly died. What did I think I was doing? I was married, for God's sake, but I felt like a teenager again.

I paid the account and hurried out of there. I had half an erection and I hoped no one had noticed. Glancing back over my shoulder I saw that all three of the women were staring after me. Embarrassed, I quickened my step, relieved when I was in the safety of my own elevator.

Back in the suite I mixed myself a strong scotch, took off my shirt and trousers and hung them neatly on the back of the chair. Downing the drink, I laughed to myself. Some habits were hard to break.

Grabbing the remote control, I flopped onto the couch and flicked through the channels. Football, cricket and soccer were all on. Great. I could watch whatever I wanted. Mixing myself another stiff drink I settled back with the remote control to relax.

The sports channels began to bore me, and my thoughts drifted back to the goddess. Every time I thought about those breasts I got a hardon. I surfed the channels and found porn. Why didn't I think about doing this before? I was probably just frustrated. Watching porn would be good for me. I never watched it at home.

There was a documentary on about a girl called Annabel Chong. She had the biggest gangbang on record. They'd advertised for guys to volunteer. I'd never do that. What would be the point? You'd only have about three minutes to come. Nah, that certainly wasn't for me.

Although if it had been the woman on the beach, who knows, maybe I would've. No, I'd rather have her here on my own for a few hours. Oh, the things we could do. The more I thought about it the randier I got. With no one to see me, I thought I'd jerk off. It had been years since I'd watched porn and had a good pull, and let's face it, jerking off isn't exactly a spectator sport.

I lay back, fantasizing that my mystery woman and I were the ones on the television, and with the scotch numbing my brain I had one of the best orgasms in years. The only problem was I was still horny. Refilling my drink, I flicked to another porn channel. This one had three guys and one chick, and even though I'm not into watching guys giving it to each other, it did the trick.

As I cleaned myself up, my wife's accusations about wanting to fuck a guy had me paralyzed for a moment. The three guys I'd just been watching were certainly good-looking, well hung and had all seemed to receive pleasure from some arse-fucking. I fleetingly wondered what it would be like to suck another guy's cock. I didn't think I'd be able to do it, not ever and as far as fucking went, well maybe I wouldn't mind being the fucker, but certainly never the fuckee.

When I was younger and more curious, a few times I slipped a finger into my puckered hole after lubing it up. It did feel good, but a finger was certainly nothing like a cock, and as my cock began to pulsate at the thought of it, I thought it was time to go to bed and allow my mind to rest.

It was getting late and I was exhausted, so I refilled my glass, taking it with me to bed. I tossed and turned most of the night. My mind was still on her. I tried to visualize having sex with Kate, but whenever I did, the woman's body took over and I was riddled with guilt.

Now I could think of nothing else but sex. And to be honest, I'd once, and once only, when no one was home, used one of Kate's vibrators. I'd brought her a few over the years. As I said earlier, I was into experimentation and toys did give her some added pleasure.

So one day while she was at work and I had the day to myself I remembered rolling over into her pillow, inhaling her scent. I was feeling horny, nothing unusual about that, but I was also restless for something. Hanging over the bed, I pulled out her box of toys and began searching through them.

We had some porn movies in there and I slipped in my favorite. This was one of the good things about having a television in your bedroom. You could entertain yourself without leaving the bedroom. Imagine being caught in the lounge room, lying naked on the couch? How embarrassing would that be?

Anyway her clit vibrator was small, small enough for me to attempt to insert into my rectum. With a thick lashing of lubricant smeared all over my arse and the tip of the vibrator buzzing around my hole, I relaxed enough to push it in an inch. It felt great buzzing around there, so I pushed it in further. Encouraged that there was no pain, I dragged out another vibrator.

This one was more realistic in size and texture. It wasn't as big as me, of course, but much bigger than the clit stimulator. I slathered the knob with lube and inched it in. At first it was uncomfortable, but soon I began to enjoy it. With my eyes glued to the screen and one hand stroking my shaft while the vibrator pumped in and out of my hole, it took no time at all before I came all over the bed.

Afterwards, I was shocked by what I'd done. I'd never done anything like that in my life, certainly not since I'd been married. I remembered how Kate was delighted that I'd stripped the sheets and washed them for her. Little did she know!

Eventually, I fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming of a sea of naked women all coming towards me at the same time. Breasts of all sizes were thrust towards me and women opened themselves up for me to do whatever I wished. I lay on a beach, while naked woman just kept coming and coming.

I'm sure I finally fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Chapter Three

I woke early with a hangover. Drained, I made coffee, downed some headache pills and ordered up a big breakfast. After showering, I ate out on the balcony with my sunglasses on. Scanning the beach, I noticed not as many people were out this morning, even though it was a fabulous day. The sun was warm on my face and chest, and after eating I felt like a million dollars. I lay back in the recliner, intent on enjoying the view.

The squawking of seagulls startled me. I must have nodded off. I rose, stretched my muscles and began to read the paper. Unfortunately, my goddess kept intruding on my thoughts. I tried to put her out of my mind but it was no use. I was obsessed with her.

Later, I brought the binoculars out and focused on the spot where she'd been yesterday, but there was no one about. I'd hoped these next few days would be relaxing. Instead I found myself jumpy and nervous. I needed to do something with the rest of the day. Sitting around thinking about her was driving me crazy. I decided a long walk on the beach was in order.

Secretly, of course, I hoped I'd see her again. After walking for two hours, the beach began filling up in between the lifesaver's flags so I sat on the rocks not far from the ramp, and with my sunglasses on, had a good perv.

It was nearly one o'clock and my stomach was growling for more food, so I went to a nearby café and ordered lunch. I had a good view of the beach from my position on the sidewalk, so I ate slowly enjoying the views.

Later, I went to the gym in our building and after a strenuous workout a spa and twenty laps of the pool, I felt refreshed, invigorated and in charge of my emotions.

Upstairs, I showered, and wearing only my jocks, I lay back on the recliner to catch some rays. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew it was four o'clock. My skin was hot, but fortunately I'd put sunblock on, after all I didn't want to go home to Kate with a fabulous tan. She thought I still had another three days of presentations to sell.

As I poured myself a cold drink, I grabbed the binoculars. Searching the beach, I scanned carefully amongst the rocks. Empty. I scoured every inch of sand, but she was nowhere to be seen. Again I searched, this time more carefully, farther out from where she'd been yesterday.

Focusing in hard, I thought I saw something... breasts and a tuft of blond hair. Standing, trying to stop my hands from shaking, I zoomed in closer. There she was, nearly hidden from view, obviously not wanting to be seen. My goddess thought herself safe, not knowing that from this height it was possible for me to observe and admire her.

Excited that I'd located her, I threw on some clothes. I wasn't sure what to do next. Just walk past, stop near her, or wait for her to get dressed and then try to accidentally bump into her?

I couldn't decide but I was determined to go down there and wait for an opportunity to arise. Once down on the beach, I strolled along the far edge of the rocks and sat down. I couldn't see her from this level as she was safely hidden from view, but I knew roughly where she was. I was so tense that my neck ached. I sat there rigid, with my sunglasses on, for about half an hour before I was rewarded for my efforts.

The goddess half sat for a long moment before turning over on her stomach. Her hair was clipped up again and I noticed the blondness of it against the darkness of the rocks. It stood out like a beacon. Licking my lips nervously I decided to get a closer look.

Walking over the rocks, I looked down every once in a while, pretending to have found something interesting, just in case someone was observing me. That way I could always say I came across her by accident, if I had to.

When I was only about three meters away, I casually sat on a large boulder. It took all my willpower not to rush over to her, to throw myself upon her. My heart raced and my cock throbbed. From this distance I could see her beautifully tanned bum as it pointed up towards the sun.

I knew this was wrong but I didn't care. Behind my glasses I imagined what I would do to her if she were mine. I couldn't take my eyes off her and I tried not to think about squeezing that sexy bum as I thrust myself into her doggy style, my hands all over her flesh, squeezing and caressing, pulling apart her cheeks.

At that moment, she turned and found her robe, starling me out of my fantasy. She sat up as she pushed her arms through the sleeves and shook out that beautiful hair. From her bag, she pulled out her sunglasses and a bottle of water. She rose, slipping on some shoes, and then without even looking in my direction, walked off.

I sat there dumbfounded. I had no idea what to do or how to go about it. I was married. Happily married. Then why was I here? A voice inside my head told me to go after her. No one need ever know. It would just be between the two of us. Casual sex. Lots of people had casual sex. It was no big deal.

But what if she said no? What if she didn't find me attractive enough or if she was already in a relationship? I could find myself in a serious situation. I could be jeopardizing more than just my marriage.

Another voice in my head said Go home now! Book your flight and tell Kate that you wrapped things up early. She'll be happy to see you. You could have as much sex with her as you wanted.

Her mother was going to have the twins. Kate and I could have some quality time together, without interruptions. We could do what we did when we first got married. Rekindle the romance. Bring back the spark. Remember what she does with her mouth, that voice said to me. Why throw all of that away for a fling with an unknown woman? Be smart. Go home.

Annoyed and frustrated I went back to the apartment. I sat there for a long time trying to analyze my feelings, trying to sort out how I really felt. What I really wanted. How would I feel if Kate did this to me? She wouldn't, though. Was I sure? Well, hell yes. She had the twins. Her life was busy and full. She was happy.

I sat in the apartment until it became dark, then decided to go out for dinner. Should I go back to the Thai restaurant? No. She wouldn't go there two days in a row. I briefly wondered if I should stroll past every restaurant, in the hope of seeing her, then casually enter and watch her from a safe distance.

What the fuck was wrong with me? This woman was consuming my every thought, every moment of the day. I had to forget her, move on, get over her. But I couldn't.

I searched everywhere to no avail. In the end I ordered take-away, ate in, and spent a long, lonely and frustrating night alone, trying to get this obsession about her out of my head.

I rang Kate and told her things were going well. I wasn't quite ready to give up and go home, even though I knew I should. I flicked on the porn channel. A black woman was licking out a young blond. Both woman were young, their perky breasts pierced with jewellery. Two men came in, pulled them apart, began to fuck them. Then two more men appeared, throwing their cocks into the women's open mouths.

Next thing you knew they were all fucking and sucking. It only made me feel worse. Made me more horny. Made me want my goddess more. I was obsessed with her, with wanting her, with having her.

I pulled at my cock, but my mind was elsewhere. I focused on the television, put all other thoughts out of my mind. It didn't take long then until I came. But I was unsatisfied, frustrated and annoyed with myself.

I knew now that I had to have her. But how?

Chapter Four

The next morning I woke depressed and anxious. I went through the motions of showering and eating. I decided another workout was in order and spent over an hour in the pool trying to exhaust my mind and body.

I rang Kate, tried to bring some enthusiasm into my voice when she told me of her plans for our night out. She hinted at a surprise, something I'd been wanting for a while. I wanted to scream at her, ask her if she was going to allow me to fuck her doggy style, but knew how ridiculous it would all sound. This woman, my goddess, was driving me insane.

After lunch I lay on the couch despondently and tried to watch television. I resisted the urge to go out onto the balcony. I was angry with myself. Instead of enjoying the peacefulness of these few days, I'd turned them into a sexually, frustrating nightmare. Go home, the one voice kept telling me. Stay, the devil whispered, stay and fulfill your desires.

By four o'clock I could resist the urge no longer. This time I found her immediately. Pulling on board shorts and grabbing a towel, I headed off. This fantasy had gone too far, and until I confronted her I would not be able to break the spell.

Instead of skirting the rocks, I went directly to where I knew she was. It was difficult climbing over the honeycombed rocks as my feet were bare. I hadn't realized how hard it would be to find her secret cove.

My feet were cut and grazed when I finally reached her. No wonder no one bothered her here, as the rocks were high at ground level and I nearly missed her completely myself.

Panting hard, I stood there looking down at her. This close her body was even more magnificent, if that were possible. She was lying on her back, totally nude with her arms up, her forearms covering her eyes. He knees were up, her feet slightly apart.

I didn't know if she knew I was there, as her position didn't alter. I admired those amazing breasts; tanned golden with her nipples hard and erect, her abdomen firm and taut, white-blond hairs trailing down to her tantalizing bush.

Holding my breath, my eyes fixed themselves between her thighs. They opened, ever so slightly and I saw her beautifully formed pussy. Her plump pink lips were mesmerizing, as if they were beckoning to me. I nearly fainted as I'd been holding my breath for so long. I gasped for air and she opened her legs wider, as though inviting me to her.

Licking my lips nervously, I looked about, hoping we were hidden from prying eyes. I fleetingly wondered if someone else, in a high rise apartment, could be up there on their own balcony, looking down at us. But at this point I didn't care.

My cock was throbbing madly, my erection so huge it was being constricted by my shorts. Quickly, I pulled them down and kicked them off and stood there nude before her.

Perspiration broke out over my body. I knew what I wanted to do and I'd be damned if I didn't go ahead with it. I'd heard about this sort of thing happening to other guys and knew that an opportunity like this would never present itself again.

I vaguely wondered if this would be classed as rape, but I couldn't bring myself to care. My legs were like jelly but my cock was like granite. Hard! Real hard. Never before had I ever felt so as one with my cock.

Every other thought left my mind then as I fell to my knees before her. She still hadn't moved and by now she had to have known I was there. If she hadn't opened her legs like she did I would have thought she was still sleeping.

The throbbing of my cock became painful as I wrestled with my conscience with what I was about to do. At that moment, she moaned softly, arching her back just slightly. Without any more hesitation, I pushed her knees apart and plunged swiftly and deeply into her. She gasped as I crushed her breasts and smothered my face into them. She grabbed at my hair as I bit hungrily at those erect nipples while my cock slipped in and out of her wet pussy.

"Oh yes," she breathed, her silky voice causing goosebumps to appear all over my body.

She moaned louder as I pounded into her, deeper and deeper. Grabbing my hair again she pulled harder and painfully wrenched my head back away from her breasts. She licked hungrily at my mouth. Our lips locked and our tongues entwined as she pushed her pelvis into me while I thrust in harder, faster.

Her legs were like a vise. She locked them around my waist and kicked her heels into me, spurring me on. Perspiration covered me and with my head spinning I climaxed, forcing my seed high into her as her own orgasm gushed around my electrified cock.

Panting I collapsed on her, smothering my face into her neck. She clawed at me, bucking and writhing, her nails tearing into my flesh. I stiffened, hard again, and pummelled into her over and over as her fingernails clawed my arse. Grabbing her by the waist, I lifted her off the ground and impaled her on my cock.

With her feet on either side of me, dug deep into the sand, she pushed me down onto my back and rode me like a madwoman. I pinched and pulled at her nipples, delighting in hearing her moans as her hot juices ran down over my balls. She retaliated by raking her nails down my chest, towards my cock where she somehow managed to grab my balls and squeeze.

I let out a groan of pain as I grabbed her arms with one hand, forcing them over her head. She fell backwards and I threw myself on top of her, looking deep into eyes that were wild with passion. She looked hungrily at my mouth and with her arms pinned, I crushed first one breast savagely and then the other.

Viciously, I bit down on her lip, drawing blood, then licked it from her mouth, probing in deeper with my tongue. I fucked her slowly and thoroughly, enjoying the way her pussy sucked me back into her each time I withdrew. She was hot, wet and wild. I licked her eyes, lips, neck and breasts before I came again.

Totally spent, my body covered in perspiration, I lay prostrate over her, my breathing laboured. I couldn't believe what had just happened. She gently pushed me from her and I lay on my stomach, exhausted and elated, thinking about what I would do next.

I don't know how long I lay there in this state of euphoria but when I turned and reached out my hand to her, I discovered she was gone.

Shocked and disappointed, I quickly pulled on my shorts and on shaky legs staggered back the way I'd come. Neither of us had said a word. I didn't even know her name, or where she was from. I only knew I had to see her again. But how?

Exhausted, I limped back to the apartment to tend to my bleeding feet. My mind was racing, reliving the experience. What had I done? How was I going to explain to Kate about the scratches her fingernails had made? Did I really care? Yes! No! Of course I cared. Oh, God, I was so confused.

Fuck! What had I done?

I walked the streets late into the night hoping to find her. I wanted to explain, apologies for my behavior. But what about hers? She was no better than me. Lying out there naked, just waiting for someone to come along. It had been raw, unadulterated sex, no doubt about it. We'd attacked each other like two dogs in heat.

I should have been disgusted with myself. Instead, I wanted it again, and again, and again.

Chapter Five

I spent another restless night dreaming about rape, jail, my wife and kids and of course, the encounter on the beach. I woke early, panicking, the sheets damp with perspiration. I had no idea what this day was going to bring.

Every time I heard a noise, I anticipated a knock on the door from the police. My nerves were shot. I had no idea who this woman was or where she came from. She could have been a psychopath for all I knew.

The thought of HIV crossed my mind several times. How would I ever explain that? I'd beg and plead for forgiveness, but knowing Kate I wouldn't get it. Could I blame her? What about the twins? She'd probably never let me see them again. I was a nervous wreck.

I picked at my breakfast, not really hungry, my stomach tied up in knots. I had a small nip of scotch to calm my nerves. Pacing around the apartment, I found myself constantly looking at my reflection, wondering what sort of person was really staring back at me.

I sat on the balcony with my head in my hands, the empty scotch glass on the table, playing out the scene in my mind, going over and over it. It was like a dream. A dream I secretly wanted to retain, to store in my memory bank, to recall whenever I wanted. It was pure torment.

Heavy drops of rain splattered onto my arms and face. I looked up to see dark clouds rolling in. The few people left on the beach scurried to shelter. I found my binoculars and with shaking hands searched for her. Over the rocks, along the ramp and down at the water's edge. She was nowhere to be seen. I knew that was a good thing but part of me, the lower part beyond my navel, was disappointed.

I grabbed a spray jacket, deciding to take the convertible out. I hadn't used it since I arrived. When I went down to the garage I saw I'd left the top down. A drive around the coast road would do me good. Bad luck it was raining, as the fresh air could have helped clear my head.

Hopping into the car, I looked for the switch to raise the top, but every time I pressed it nothing happened. There was obviously something wrong with the electronic mechanism. I lifted the bonnet, fiddling with wires to no avail. Angry, I slammed down the bonnet and stormed off. As I rounded a pillar, I saw her.

The elevator doors had just opened and she was standing there, rummaging in her bag, probably looking for her keys. I entered the lift. She didn't look up. The doors closed behind me. I kept my finger on the basement button and the doors re-opened. She looked up. Her eyes widened only a fraction as she recognized me. She was dressed in a short hot pink dress with matching stilettos.

Her long, tanned legs looked magnificent. The dress complimented her blond hair and her wild eyes made her totally irresistible. Her lips, I noticed, as she ran her tongue along them, were painted in the same shade as her dress.

I still had my finger on the button. We both stood there staring at each other. She was even more beautiful and sexy today, probably because I already knew what was under that dress and how she could use her body. I was trembling as we continued to stare at each other.

Then she took as step closer and sidled up towards me. Her perfume was intoxicating. She ran a long painted fingernail down my cheek, slowly pushing open my lips and gently forcing it in between my teeth as her breath fanned my neck.

I licked her finger slowly, nibbling it, then sucked on it seductively, taking it deep into my mouth and rolling my tongue around it. She ground her body against mine, pushing her pelvis into me as her breasts pressed against my chest.

Her wild eyes looked up at me mischievously as her hand brushed my hardened cock. I wanted her there in the elevator. I ran my free hand up her thigh only to find out she wasn't wearing any underwear. My mouth sucked her finger deeper as my hand sought out her pussy. My index finger found her slit easily before slipping inside her already-wet pussy.

The elevator jerked, bringing me back to reality. Someone was trying to summon it on another floor. I removed my hand and continued to press the open-door button. She whispered in my ear to follow her, and as though in a trance, I did.

There was something magical, surreal about the whole experience. I was afraid to speak in case I broke the spell and she disappeared. My eyes were riveted to her sexy arse as she sashayed towards her car, her perfume leaving a trail behind her. And I, like Hansel, followed naively.

She drove a bright yellow Corvette, and after hopping in she flicked the button on the passenger door and I climbed in, too. In an instant we were locked in a passionate kiss. I wanted to tear her dress off and fuck her there in the car. She sensed my urgency and pulled back a little, her nostrils flaring, her breathing laboured.

"Not here," she laughed.

Oh, God, what a voice. Deep and husky, with a slight accent.

My hand pushed high up the inside of her thighs. Immediately, my finger found that hot, wet spot, and I probed around until I found her clit. I rubbed it quickly, impatiently. She opened her thighs, allowed one leg to flop over mine. With her fingers on the key, she turned the ignition over, moaning with sexual desire as the car roared to life.

Flicking her gaze over me, she removed my hand, brought it to her lips and licked off her juices. My cock was bursting, desperate to have her, desperate for that mouth to be on it, to suck it deep inside. She quickly reversed the car and headed out of the garage. Looking at me slyly, she told me to put on my seatbelt, then hit the accelerator. With tyres squealing, we fishtailed before roaring down the road.

It was still raining and the car skidded more than once over the slippery pavement. I sat there with a massive hardon, totally in awe of her. I had no idea where we were going, and at that stage I didn't really care.

Her profile was amazing. Her pulse throbbed on the side of her neck, and I wanted to put my tongue there, feel her blood surging through her veins. I watched her chest rise and fall, her cleavage full, her nipples peeking out, just barely visible.

She drove a few kilometers before turning off onto a dirt road. The car snaked its way through the winding bush until it came to a driveway, almost hidden from view, amongst the many eucalyptus gum trees.

Dodging potholes for what seemed an eternity, we slowly broke through a clearing. There, on the water's edge, was a magnificent, white, two-story house. The whole of the lower floor was encased with windows. Manicured lawns and a paved driveway led to the front door.

She stopped the car and with a flick of her hair, motioned for me to follow. Her dress had hitched up high on her thighs, and as she got out, I got a good glimpse of her sexy cheeks. I grabbed at her as we made our way to the front door, pushing her back hard up against it.

Assuming we were going to be alone, I was taken aback when the front door opened. Looking up, I recognised one of the women from the Thai Restaurant. Only her head was visible, but then she opened the door wider and welcomed us in.

I nearly passed out when I saw what she was wearing. Everything was leather. Boots that went all the way up her thighs, just stopping short of her pussy, leather bikini briefs and some sort of halter-top that finished at her waist. Her breasts were straining against the material, pushed up, desperately trying to break free.

"Well, hello," she purred.

I looked from one to the other. What was going on?

The lady in leather pouted her lips at me and closed the door. A towel appeared and she proceeded to wipe my face and arms dry. I hadn't even noticed that it was still raining and I was wet.

She slowly walked around me with those high-heeled boots and then she grabbed my arse. I nearly died. My goddess was smiling knowingly and moved towards my bulge.

"Whoa," I said reluctantly, finally finding my voice. Then shaking my head trying to clear it, to get a grip on what was going on here, I asked, "Who are you both?"

"I'm Myra," the goddess said. "And this is Freda. And your name?"

"J...John," I said, stuttering. The idea of using a false name struck me, but I reassured myself that 'John' was pretty common. I felt somewhat foolish standing here with these two gorgeous women, yet I was tremendously aroused, wondering what was going to happen next.

"And I'm Cynthia," the other friend from the restaurant said, coming into the room. She was dressed in a schoolgirl's uniform, and I can tell you, nothing about it reminded me of any girl I ever went to school with.

The skirt of her uniform was so short I could see her white panties as she bent over to push her dog out of the room. Shutting the door, she turned and sauntered over to me. She was wearing white socks that went mid-way up her thighs, and high-heeled short white boots to complement her outfit.

Her tight shirt was unbuttoned very low and her breasts were squeezed into a lacy white bra, wrestling to be free. Her hair was parted and plaited into two long braids.

"Now that we all know each other, why don't we sit down and have a drink?" Myra said.

I was as horny as hell and in way over my head. Having had raunchy sex with Myra on the beach was one thing and being here with three sexy women was exciting, but also frightening. I didn't have a clue what to do, what would be expected of me.

After fixing drinks, Myra led me to the couch, practically sitting on me and said to the others, "This is the man from the beach I was telling you about."

I saw their eyes widen and Freda nodded her head, then looked down towards my crotch. I had an uneasy feeling and sculled my drink, trying to calm my nerves.

How many guys would give anything to trade places with me? Myra took my hand and pushed it up under her dress. I was embarrassed as the others smirked slyly at her, and then Cynthia sat beside me, pushing her overflowing breasts hard into my face, nearly suffocating me, and the embarrassment vanished.

Freda just looked on, standing at the edge of the couch. I couldn't see much of her as I was crushing Cynthia's breasts with one hand, and stroking Myra's wet, naked pussy with the other. It was such an erotic experience, handling two women with one looking on.

Suddenly, my zip was undone. I started to protest until Cynthia flew down to take my cock deep into her mouth. I thought I'd come then and there. With my free hand I grabbed Cynthia's plaits and tried to pull her off. The next thing I heard was the crack of a whip.

"That's enough, girls," Freda commanded, and both girls immediately stopped and stood beside her.

I tried to zip up my fly, which was pretty difficult, considering the size of my erection. The sharp sting of the whip landed on my fingers, and a tremor rippled through my cock. That was too close. Where the hell did the whip come from?

"Hey, wait just a minute." This wasn't funny.

"You, be quiet. I call the shots around here, so if you don't want any marks on that cock of yours, you'll do exactly as I say."

"Look, I don't know what kinky crap you girls are into, but you can count me out. Just let me..." The crack of the whip right next to my ear shut me up immediately.

"You don't speak again, understand?" Freda said menacingly.

I hadn't noticed before, but there seemed to be a noticeable bulge in Freda's crotch, and her voice was really deep. She had a lot of make-up on, and I suddenly hoped it wasn't to conceal five o'clock shadow.

My mind raced. This was to be an orgy. Three women, or perhaps two and a guy and me. I wondered about Freda and how to play my hand. To be honest, I had fantasized these last few days about having sex with a guy, but would never admit that to anyone. I decided to pretend I didn't know, to act as though Freda was just another woman, that I wasn't into it. Then maybe they'd try to force me, not knowing, of course, that it was exactly what I wanted.

I briefly thought of Kate, of what she'd think if she knew. Now I knew how other men felt when confronted with a situation like this. How difficult it was to get out of, to demand to be allowed to leave. With a guilty pang, I pushed the thought away, completely aware that I'd have to answer to myself once this was all over. But that was later.

I turned my attention back to the three in front of me, and my cock throbbed just thinking about what was to come. Namely, me.

Chapter Six

Excitement threatened to explode from my chest. I tried to slow my breathing down as my balls filled, uncomfortable in my jocks. I looked from one to the other, wondering what they all were thinking. I wanted the upper hand, wanted to call the shots, but knew the only way to go about this was to act submissive.

"Cynthia, take off all of his clothes. I want to see if what Myra told us is true," Freda demanded.

I tried to stop her, but another crack of that whip and I was as helpful as could be. It was very erotic being at the mercy of three women, especially when one had a whip. Kneeling before my open thighs, Cynthia looked up at me through dark lashes as she untied my laces. She pulled off my shoes and socks, dragged me up and whipped off my trousers and before I knew it, I was buck naked and standing in front of them. My cock, with a mind of its own, rigid and proudly pointing skyward, betrayed me by making it obvious at how I was feeling.

"Well, well," Freda said, walking slowly around me. "Now I see what you mean. A shame about all those scratches. Myra, you are a tiger, aren't you?" she laughed, running the whip up between my legs and resting it hard against my balls.

"No, please. Look, I'm married," I pleaded. "I shouldn't be here. I have to go."

"Go! You're not going anywhere," Freda laughed wickedly.

"Don't be like that," Myra pouted. "I told the girls what a stud you are and they didn't believe me. They can see now what a nice cock you have. How about you show them what you showed me?"

"I...er..." I mumbled as her hand snaked down my chest to give my cock a quick squeeze.

I was too turned on to argue, deciding I'd worry about that later as Cynthia pushed her breasts into me, her tongue lapping at my neck as her hand slapped my arse.

"Come on, John," she purred. "The fun is just about to begin."

Freda grabbed my knob and led me through a doorway.

This room had a huge bed right in the centre. Mirrors surrounded the walls, and on both sides of the bed were video cameras, secured onto tripods. My cock throbbed when I saw handcuffs on the sides of the headboard. These three were obviously into some kinky shit, probably made their own pornos.

I was pushed onto the bed. I lay on my back, staring at them, trying not to look too eager. Freda probed my thighs with the whip forcing me to spread my legs and then tapped at my arms.

"Stretch those arms out wide," she smiled.

I lay there before them, never so aware of my nakedness, as their eyes washed over my body. I was conscious of my balls. I could feel the pressure in them as my cock throbbed.

"We don't need the restraints," I said.

"I'll tell you what we do and don't want," Freda said, motioning to the girls.

Myra and Cynthia then handcuffed me to the headboard. Struggling fruitlessly, I tried hard not to smile as they yanked my ankles apart, cuffing me to the foot of the bed. I half-heartedly attempted to close my legs as though in protest, but a sharp crack on the inside of my thigh made me quickly give in.

Spread-eagled and naked, with all three of them huddled together and whispering, I thought I'd come straight away. My cock, still erect with pre-come oozing from its tiny slit, threatened to explode. While they were talking, it gave me a chance to calm myself down. I kept thinking about machinery, shopping and opera until my erection finally subsided. This was to be my first encounter with group sex and I wanted to make it last, to remember every detail of it, to experience it all.

Freda took the end of the whip and flipped my now limp cock over. It took all my willpower to pretend to be frightened.

"Well, this isn't much good to us like this, now is it, girls?"

"No," they said.

"We'll have to do something to make him interested again, now, won't we? Cynthia, you start on his balls. I want you licking them until they become firmer. Then I want you to work your way up on his cock. I want it as big as before. Myra, you see if his tongue can pleasure you as much as his cock did the other day."

I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

With that, Cynthia jumped up onto the bed between my legs. She ran her tongue up my thighs and all over my balls, gently sucking them inside. The heat from her mouth combined with her saliva and flicking tongue gave me the most pleasure I've had for a long time. I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to hold out. I sighed as her wet tongue explored my shaft and knob.

Myra, in the meantime, hopped up on the bed and stood above me. I could see straight up her outstretched legs to her naked pussy. Bunching her dress up to her waist, she put one knee on either side of my head and lowered her pussy toward my waiting mouth.

Her scent was intoxicating. That, coupled with Cynthia's tongue and the fact that this was to be my first threesome, sent a feeling of raw excitement surging powerfully throughout my body.

My head lifted off the pillow, my tongue straining forward, eager to begin this forbidden pleasure which I was about to receive. My tongue licked her sweet lips and then explored her pussy while Cynthia took my cock into that hot mouth of hers. I was struggling against the restraints as the girls brought me to a peak I'd never known before. The heat from our bodies set me on fire.

Being tied up turned this experience into a wild, mindblowing erotic thrill. As Cynthia's mouth feverishly sucked and licked me, I buried my mouth and face into Myra's pussy.

Turning left and right, my teeth grazed Myra's hardened clitoris. She moaned and bucked as my tongue licked and stroked every part of her. Her pussy was juicy and wet and more than anything I wanted to be free to fuck her, fuck her hard, just like I did on the beach. I wanted her impaled on my rigid cock.

"Uncuff my hands," I begged, my voice muffled by her pussy, which she was still grinding over my mouth. "Please! I'll do anything you ask. Sit on my cock before I explode."

Myra rose slightly and teased me by keeping her pussy just out of my reach. Cynthia let go of my cock and lightly ran her tongue up and down the shaft.

"God, come on now. I'll do what ever you want," I said, weak with passion, wanting nothing more than a hot pussy on my hard cock.

"Off now, both of you," Freda commanded, and with that they stopped instantly.

I lay there panting with this almighty hard-on that was ready to explode. My face was covered with Myra's juices and all I could think about was fucking the brains out of both of them.

"Now, this is more like it," Freda said, admiring my cock up close, so close I could feel her breath fanning me.

She slowly ran her tongue from my balls straight up my cock then sucked my knob. I didn't care if she was a man, she did it so well. Her mouth was more powerful, gripping my knob, sucking it into her mouth like a vacuum. I was desperate for some form of release, but she pulled back, her eyes wild, saliva dripping from her mouth.

"Blindfold him," she said.

"Hey, no," I said, shifting my head from side to side. I wanted to see everything, see it all.

"Just lie still," Cynthia said, securing the cloth tightly behind my head.

I felt even more vulnerable not being able to see. I couldn't judge what they were thinking, see what they were doing. They left me lying there like that for at least ten minutes. I thought they might have left but then something hot hit my chest and I screamed out as the odour of candle wax assailed my nostrils.

"Whoa, don't," I complained.

Another few drops splattered onto me, and then a trail leading down to my public hair. I stiffened, wondering if they would burn my cock. I hoped not. I needed to use it, and I wanted nothing to come in the way of it.

I yelped as a few drops hit my shaft and then screamed with shock as a cold hand full of ice doused the fire. They iced my cock, turning it numb, then my balls, the inside of my thighs and then someone else's hands were massaging ice over my chest. I gasped as my body broke out in goosebumps. I had no idea whether or not my cock had subsided. I had no feeling left in it. It was numb.

Now oil was squeezed onto me and slippery hands covered every inch. Breasts were mashed up against me and a naked body slid up against mine warming me up again, setting me on fire. Someone was sucking on my toes, and just as I was beginning to enjoy that I felt the sharp sting of something as it was clamped onto my nipples.

Cynthia's voice was in my ear. "Hmm, you like that, don't you?" she whispered.

"Oh, God, yeah," I said as she tugged on the clamps.

"Would you like a ring in your cock?" she asked.

"What...er...hey, no," I cried, alarmed.

"Don't worry," she laughed. "Maybe next time."

"Take off the blindfold," Freda said. "I want to see his face."

I blinked rapidly at the sudden brightness, trying to focus. Myra was lying back on the bed, watching. Her legs were open and she was fingering herself. Cynthia bent down to lick her, her tongue flickering out like a snake about to strike its prey. Myra smiled as she watched me watching her. Her tongue ran over her top lip.

"You like to watch?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Very much."

Freda climbed up on the bed in all her leather and stood astride my waist. I looked up at her crotch, trying to work out if there was a cock hidden in there or not.

"Cynthia, let his tongue work on you," she commanded, snaking her whip down my chest and around my cock.

In a flash, Cynthia stripped off all her clothes and quickly lowered herself onto my face. Myra took the whole of my cock into the back of her throat and sucked greedily. All I could see was Cynthia's pretty hole, all perky and tight. I wondered what it would be like to fuck her up the arse, to push my fat cock into her hole.

I was in heaven with the two of them working on my body and then Myra's mouth was replaced by a tight opening. I knew it wasn't her pussy, so I could only assume she was letting me ram her arse, or maybe it was Freda. I didn't care. I'd always wanted to fuck a woman up the arse, but none of the girls I'd ever dated were interested in it, they thought I was weird.

I was in a state of sheer ecstasy and couldn't believe how fortunate I was to be in this position. My cock had swelled to an all-time high, with Cynthia doing the lambada on my face, and Myra and Freda working on my cock, one riding and one licking. I had no other alternative but to release myself.

"No!" screamed Freda. "Cynthia, off," she yelled.

With Cynthia gone, and my orgasm still spurting, I was now able to see who was on my cock. It was Freda. In my brain-fogged state, I could see Freda riding my cock, the whip in one hand and her bikini briefs in the other.

Through half closed eyes, I looked down at her pussy and did a double take, as I realised there was definitely more than one cock here and the other one was staring me in the face. Oh yeah! This was wild.

Freda, most definitely, was Fred. Pretending I was shocked that I had just fucked a guy up the arse, I tired to buck him off, but Myra was behind him, holding him down, helping him to receive the best angle possible considering the position.

I tried to stop pumping, but my cock had a mind of its own. The tightness of his hole, squeezing and contracting, was giving my cock the closest sensation to fucking a virgin and I loved it.

"You've had your fun. Now let me loose so I can do some serious fucking," I growled.

"Oh, John. We haven't even started. We've got all night ahead of us, and we have plans for you. Don't we, girls?"

The other two just giggled.

"Well, girls, how did you find his tongue?"

"Not bad," Cynthia said.

"Could do better," said Myra. "Why don't you see for yourself?" She looked at me slyly.

If only they knew. Finally I was going to have a man's cock in my mouth and I could hardly wait. I move my head from side to side pretending I didn't want to.

"Don't fight it," Fred said. "You never know, you might enjoy it," he laughed.

As his knob slipped in between my lips, I began to suck as though on instinct. It felt so natural. So normal. As though I'd been doing this for years. Fred moaned with pleasure and that made me suck him in deeper, my saliva slipping all over him. I wanted to pump his shaft at the same time and I gobbled at him, breathing hard through my nose.

With my head straining to hold onto him a mouth latched onto my cock and began to suck, bringing it back to life. After a few minutes of this, I could hold back no longer and reluctantly shot my load. Fred too was unable to stop; he withdrew his cock from my mouth and sprayed his come all over my chest. Like a man starved for water I wanted to lick it off, taste every drop of it, and as my head fell back my nostrils filled with the wonderful nutty scent of his come.

I lay there breathing hard, trying to slow things down. My mind was spinning with what had just happened. But now, more than ever before, I wanted a man to fuck me. I wanted to feel his hands on my hips, his cock probing my hole, his tongue in my mouth. My God, I wanted it all and I wanted it now.

Chapter Seven

I looked to my side and noticed that a video camera had been turned on at some stage. The red light was blinking straight at me. A sick sensation settled in the pit of my stomach but was quickly replaced by another. If they were taping this for their own pleasure that was bad luck, there was no way I was going to allow them to keep it.

I was stronger than all of them. I didn't think I'd have much trouble overpowering them once I was un-cuffed. I could rip the tape out and destroy it in only a few seconds, although part of me would have loved to have kept a copy to watch. I knew that was too big a risk to take.

Fred returned without the makeup and clothes. He was a good-looking guy. Without his fake tits and feminine outfit, he looked straight. He eyed me, smiling, totally comfortable with his nudity.

"That was one good suck you gave me," Fred said. "I think we can let him loose now, girls. Have some real fun. What do you say, John, you up for it, if you'll excuse the play on words?" He laughed.

"You bet," I said, desperate to be in control now that I'd experienced being submissive.

My arms and legs screamed on release, the muscles having been stretched for so long. Cynthia and Myra massaged them, looking at me sheepishly. Me, I only had eyes for Fred.

"Come over here," I said, removing the nipple clamps and setting them on the bedside table. I must admit I was glad to be rid of them.

He sauntered closer, his cock swaying with each step he took. Even though his body was slight in build, I was surprised at the thickness of his cock. I picked it up with my fingers, allowing it to drop into my hand. It felt fabulous and I marvelled as it began to throb under my touch.

Lowering my head, my tongue reached out to lick it, to roam around the knob, to suck it gently into my mouth. I bit at it lightly with my teeth, enjoying the rubbery sensation as I rolled it around inside my mouth. He was beginning to swell and so was I.

My hand moved between his legs and I cupped his balls, weighing them in my hand before my fingers roamed back under and up the crack of his arse. I probed his hole inching my finger in slightly before giving him a slap on the cheek and dragging him down onto the bed.

As I continued to suck his cock, Myra and Cynthia lay back watching, allowing me to take charge. I pulled Cynthia's hand, guiding her to my own cock. She obliged and sucked me eagerly while Myra left the room. We lay there together, each enjoying the other's body.

I gently disengaged Cynthia and motioned for Fred to roll over. With him lying face down on the bed, I ran my hands over his back. His muscles were firm without being bulky and his arse was tight as a drum. I licked in between his cheeks, my tongue finding his hole. I slathered my saliva there until he was squirming for some action.

Pulling him up on all fours I positioned myself behind him. Gently, I pulled his cheeks apart while the knob of my cock probed his hole. I licked my lips, barely able to contain myself, knowing that one of my wildest fantasies was finally coming true. I slapped at his thigh enjoying the sound of the smack in the quiet room. He responded by wiggling his arse.

I pried open his puckered hole. Slowly I inched in the tip of my knob. It slid in easily, then the rest of my knob, over the lip and I watched, mesmerized, as the shaft began to disappear. It was the most unbelievable sensation and as I pulled back I gasped with pleasure as his muscles gripped me.

Now I quickened my pace, slapping his thigh as I pushed in and out. The sound of the smacks turned me on and I slapped harder, alternating between gripping his hips and giving him a good spanking. All too soon I could feel the pressure rising and reluctantly pulled out to come over his back.

Collapsing on him, my legs shook with fatigue. I didn't realise how much this had taken out of me. I fell onto the bed and he lay beside me, kissing my mouth, teasing me with his magical tongue before Cynthia wiggled in between the two of us. I lay there unable to comprehend how fortunate I was to have stumbled upon these people.

"That was fucking amazing," I breathed.

"You're fucking amazing," Cynthia said. "When are you going to fuck me? I'm the only one who's missed out," she pouted.

"Give me a few minutes," I laughed. "I think I could do with a drink."

She jumped out of bed and returned shortly after with a tray of snacks, a bottle of scotch and a container with ice. She poured us all drinks and I looked around for Myra, wondering where she'd gone as Cynthia began to pull at my cock.

My mind was spinning with how this day was unfolding. Already I'd had the most mind-blowing sex and it still wasn't dark. Hopefully we'd have the whole night ahead of us. There were still some positions I was eager to explore and as I watched Cynthia's head bobbing up and down over my hardening cock. I pushed away that nagging voice in my head that told me what I was doing was wrong.

Very wrong!

Chapter Eight

With my cock filling Cynthia's mouth, I looked about this room. Apart from the video camera, which was still niggling at me, I wondered if this was some sort of dwelling used by madams, like a brothel. I thought I'd ask Fred as he lay back watching us.

"I suppose you could say we provide a service and that we use this house to help others," he said.

Cynthia chuckled, "The only service he usually provides is when he's servicing himself."

"So what do you do?" I asked, intrigued.

"We own this business together, the three of us. People hire us to live out their fantasies and we oblige. Like the day you stumbled on Myra. She was entertaining a high-powered politician, who shall remain nameless, by sunning nude on the beach. She wears an earpiece, and I instruct her on what I want her to do. Then, when you came along, we knew that somehow you'd discovered she was there and we thought we'd let things pan out, see where it went."

"I'd actually seen her the day before with some other woman having sex out there in the open. What was that all about?"

"Did you recognise the other woman?" he asked.

"No," I said truthfully.

"Good. She was making a film for her husband. His fantasy has always been to see her with another woman. She wasn't sure if she could do it with him in the room, so she acted out her own fantasy and had me tape it. It looked great until the phone rang. Her husband had been hurt in an accident. Nothing serious, but she had to leave. We'll finish it off another day."

"You're kidding," I said.

"Hey, how about fulfilling my fantasy?" Cynthia complained, smiling up at me.

"Whatever you want, baby," I laughed.

This was the most unbelievable day of my life. I was expecting to wake up at any moment and find out it had all been a dream. I lay back as Cynthia straddled me.

"Oh, yeah," she said sliding straight down, allowing my shaft to impale her. "Oh, yeah. What a cock."

She rode me like a woman possessed, while I pinched at her breasts, pulling the nipples. Grabbing the nipple clamps, I squeezed them tightly on her. Her pussy contracted powerfully as I tugged at the clamps, and she ground herself into my pelvis.

Placing one hand solidly on my chest she lifted herself higher, slamming down as an orgasm escaped her, gushing out to trickle around me and dribble onto my balls.

"Oh, God, that was great. I want to be sandwiched between the two of you," she demanded. "Fred," she said reaching over to take his cock in her mouth, "get your cock hard. I'm as horny as hell."

He laughed as she reached across him. I tipped her over and lifted one leg high, fucking her while she was lying on her side. My cock sunk into her hot wet pussy and my balls slapped around her hole.

Once Fred's cock was ready, she jumped on him, bending over on his chest, allowing her breasts to sway across him while her arse pointed upwards, her hole beckoning me, begging me to enter. I squatted clumsily behind her, grabbing hold of her, trying to get my balance before I probed her pussy, trying to push Fred's cock out of the way only to have her wiggle impatiently, begging me to hurry.

Inching my cock into her while Fred's cock filled up her pussy was amazing. I grabbed hold of her breasts and squeezed, the nipple clamps obviously tightening, causing her to squeal.

With a loud slap on my arse, I heard Myra's voice. "Bend over."

I turned to see her wearing a black dildo. She was harnessed into it and looked amazing. My cock throbbed madly, pulsating like crazy at the thought of me getting fucked up the arse. What a picture we'd make. The four of us fucking each other. I lay over Cynthia's back, not knowing how long I'd be able to hold this position as Myra inched in the dildo.

Man, it was the most amazing thing. My legs wobbled as Myra hung on but unfortunately we all tumbled off the bed, landing heavily on the floor. I laughed as we climbed back on to the bed to begin again, trying hard until we got it right and satisfied Cynthia.

Later, we lay there together all locked in each other's arms. My body was heavy with fatigue and I was disappointed when Myra said she had to take me home. They had a late appointment that needed attending to. Me, I was disappointed to be leaving, not wanting this night to ever end.

I wondered how I'd approach them regarding the tape. They seemed reasonable now, so I thought I'd just ask.

"How much for the tape?" I asked.

"What?" Myra said.

"The tape. You've taped the whole thing. How much do you want for it?" I asked again.

"You want to buy it?" Cynthia asked.

"Well, I certainly don't want it getting into the wrong hands," I said. "What's the going rate?"

"Ten thousand," Fred said.

"What?" I spluttered. "Ten grand? You must be kidding."

"Nope," he smirked.

They'd conned me. I looked from one to the other, hoping for I don't know what. For one of them to say, don't worry about it. It's free because we really like you. Not likely. That was certainly the most expensive fucking I've ever done.

"I'll have to write you a cheque," I said, trying hard to conceal my anger.

"We have Visa. We'd rather that. Cheques bounce," Myra said.

"How will I explain that to my wife when she sees the statement?" I pleaded.

"That's your problem," Fred said, holding out his hand.

Reluctantly, I gave them the card and they gave me the film. Sitting in the car on the way home, I knew that I had brought this on myself. I knew it was wrong to go to the beach and have sex with Myra. Everyone has fantasies, but most people are smart, they leave them in their heads. Why did I have to follow through? I should never have lied to Kate, then none of this would have happened.

Now I'd have to live with the guilt, the deceit, the betrayal to Kate.

Chapter Nine

Back in the apartment, I paced the floor. What had I done? I needed to clear my head so I jumped in the shower and washed myself clean. My skin stung from the scratches. Bruises were begging to show. Unfortunately, I couldn't wash away the truth and I certainly couldn't manage to hide this from Kate.

Back in the lounge I poured myself a stiff drink, eagerly slotted in the tape and sat back to watch. I knew I'd have to destroy this, but I wanted to watch it first.

The tape was fantastic, but it was giving me a hardon. I turned it off and sat on the balcony to think. I had to formulate a plan, and fast. Three hours passed before I knew what I'd have to do.

I hit the road hard, rolled down an embankment, stopping only when I became entangled in a prickle bush. I lay there for a long time, traumatised and uncertain of what else I could have done. Time seemed to stand still as I listened for noises. How long should I stay here?

As dawn broke, I gingerly made my way up to the road. Embarrassed by my appearance, I hid behind a large tree hoping a truck would come along before I'd have to show myself.

I was covered in dirt, had scratches not only from Myra's nails, but from the prickle bush as well. There were welts on my body where I'd been whipped, but I hoped no one would notice due to the dirt.

Finally, I saw a police car. I waved it down. As the officers took in my lack of clothing, I let myself go and crumbled to the ground crying.

They covered me with a blanket and put me in the back of the van. Now that I was safe and on the way to the station to make a statement I wondered if they'd believe me. I had to make them think I was telling the truth.

And what about Kate? Would she believe my story?

I'd decided to say I'd been robbed and bashed while I was taking a walk last night. That would explain my nakedness, the scratches, the welts and the cops finding me dumped out on the road.

They police wanted me to report the attack and take action. I said no. I assured them I wasn't really hurt, and apart from my pride, there was no other damage. What was taken in the attack was replaceable.

Wrapped in a blanket, the police officers walked me into the foyer of my apartment building, then upstairs after collecting a key from reception. They asked the manager to have the locks changed and before leaving told me if I needed to add to my statement they would understand. With solemn faces they left.

There were two messages under the door from Kate. Both said urgent, as she had tried to contact me last night. I poured myself a scotch and lay on the bed, letting go my emotions. Lying didn't come easy for me. I was surprised how much I cried. Guilt had a way of doing that to a person.

I rang the airport to confirm a flight and then rang Kate, telling her what I told the police. She was shocked and upset. I said I was all right and nothing was broken. I longed to see her and the twins. It felt like a lifetime since I'd seen them.

Chapter Ten

Arriving back home was like being reborn. Kate was there, concerned and supportive, as I knew she would be. She rushed to me, carefully holding me. It took all my willpower not to cry. I could barely look her in the face.

As she drove, I stared in awe at the trees, traffic and the cloudy sky. Turning into the driveway, I noticed how tidy the lawn and garden looked, and on entering the house how everything was in order. Lying on the bed, I breathed deeply the freshness of the sheets.

Kate unpacked my suitcase and hung away my clothes. She had taken the twins to her mother's so I could have a good rest. She made coffee and brought it in to me, turning on the television, allowing me to watch the cricket.

Lying beside me she told me about her week and what the children had been up to. I marvelled at the normality of it all. I wondered if the last four days had been nothing but a nightmare. I held her tightly, inhaling the fragrance of her hair and the sweetness of her body.

We lay there together for most of the afternoon. Comfortable with each other. Kate cooked my favourite meal, and after a candlelit dinner, she led me back to the bedroom where she helped me undress, and then proceeded to give me a wonderfully relaxing massage.

Her hands were soft and gentle as she carefully applied scented oils. Soft music was playing and finally I let myself go, relaxing completely. She rolled me over and as she massaged my chest, careful not to touch the welts, scratches and bruises. Then her mouth sought out my cock. With that fabulous mouth of hers, she sucked and licked it, slowly and lovingly.

I tried to put the orgy out of my mind, pretend that it had never happened. I was lucky she was such a good and loving wife. She really deserved better. She rose then to shower, telling me she had a wonderful surprise that would make me forget everything.

I was lying back on the pillows resting, comfortably naked, when I heard her voice at the doorway.

"Look, darling, I brought this for you."

She was standing there in thigh-high, black leather boots, with black leather bikinis on, her make-up perfect, her mouth painted a luscious red, and in her hand she held a small whip.

My heart skipped a beat. I wondered if she knew. No, it was impossible. It was just a coincidence. The encounter rushed back at me. My cock lay limp on the side of my leg. She'd think I didn't find her attractive. She'd think I didn't desire her. I thought of all things men think of when they want to get an erection quickly.

None of them worked.

She sauntered towards me, slapping the whip in her open hand. I tried to hide my cock from her, not wanting her to see it. She looked awesome, powerful and strong, not like she usually did, which was sweet and obliging. I thought about the fucking, how much I enjoyed it, how many of my fantasies had come true in one day and still nothing happened.

The more I tried, the more angry with myself I got. I knew how much this night would mean to her. How much trouble she'd gone to, to organise it all, how much trouble she would have had buying that outfit to surprise and please me, and look at what had I done?

Lied, cheated and been deceitful. How would I make it up to her? I promised myself then and there that nothing was worth risking all this for. I'd never, ever do anything like that again. If only I had of listened to my own common sense... Fantasies were just that--thoughts you kept in your head, not things you acted upon. If I ever got an erection again I'd make sure I showed Kate just how much I really loved her.

If not, I supposed, I could always take a sneak peek at the video. I'd posted it to my private mailbox. You didn't think I'd really destroy it, did you? I mean, it cost ten thousand dollars and well, I am a guy after all. Can you blame me? And if you're wondering about the statement on the Visa?

When I threw myself down the embankment, I'd already buried my clothes and disposed of my wallet. I'd decided to tell Kate that ten thousand dollars on the Visa card was a cheap price to pay when you think about what the muggers could have done to me. She'll be relieved, happy that I'm still in one piece so everything was under control.

You know, I didn't really didn't mean to do it. It just happened.