Valentines Ball - the story begins

[hghunt999]

VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 15
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 15 - Sunday with Sally
I slowly awakened, gathering awareness of our tryst, and remembering the cause of my bedding Sally. A touch of guilt flashed through me as I wondered what Gwen might be doing or thinking now. The woman sleeping right next to me was real. I wasn't dreaming, and I had to deal with her. Remembering my own thinking of why I should be there, I let my guilt slowly pass as I lay beside Sally, watching her in her sleep. It was nearly noon by the alarm clock on the bedside stand. Sally looked peaceful and wholesome as she lay facing me. Quite the contrast from the wildcat I'd witnessed in the night. I stirred in bed as little as possible since I wished for her the most restful sleep, sleep I knew she needed. I watched her for nearly 35 minutes before she began to stir. Her muscles stretched a bit, and she licked her lips with her moist tongue. I wanted to see her face at the moment of recognition. I wondered if my presence in her bed would be startling. It wasn't that way at all. Her initial expression upon opening her eyes was one of contentment and happiness. She smiled softly and reached out her hand to my face. I needed a shave and her caress of my cheek made her giggle. "I think you should take care of that bristle. Stubble like that isn't a girl's best friend you know."
I asked her if she would like some room service and she said definitely, she was famished. She offered to order while I shaved and cleaned up just a bit. She took a turn in the bathroom after me and we tossed on a bit of clothing to wait for the room service. We sat chatting until the food came. The delivery boy brought in steak and eggs for both of us along with an entire pitcher of pineapple juice. I tipped him and he left. I recognized the benefits of the breakfast she had ordered, but I wondered about the huge pitcher of pineapple juice. When I asked her about it she sort of raised her eyebrow and with a chuckle said, "Oh, haven't you heard. Pineapple juice is said to make the secretions of bodily glands taste better. I don't see any reason to pass up on that, do you?"
"I'd never heard that. But considering the possibilities of the next 24 hours, I'm willing to refresh myself with some pineapple juice."
As we talked over breakfast, we did manage to share how long we'd each been married and how many kids we had. But we weren't focusing on that. Instead we talked about why we each had come to this hotel in the first place. I told in more detail of my longing for excitement in my sex life, even though I had not been all that disappointed with our relationship. I told her that I loved my wife dearly and that she was my 'partner for life.'
She relayed some of her circumstances to me. She and James had two kids, both in college back in California. James was a wonderful husband and she expected they'd always be together. Similar to us, they came to the hotel for a getaway romantic time. She hadn't at all been prepared for what happened. I didn't ask her to explain that, and she didn't venture to tell me either.
But mostly we talked about the sex. She admitted she had never even once had a lesbian experience and that hooking up with Gwen had been a first for her. I assured her that Gwen was a virgin in that regard as well. We each managed a smile as we both admitted the intensity of their lusting fight had been pretty extraordinaire. We also talked about our own episodes. She admitted to having been stimulated visually when she watched James and me touch cocks above her, even as she and Gwen were pussy fucking. It had been that image that prompted her to demand we fuck her at the same time. She admitted that most of what we shared was totally out of character for her sexually, but that raunchy sex held a certain magnetism for her and that she hoped I was ready for some more of that same raunch.
I admitted that I had never done anything so raunchy either, particularly the episode on the stairs. I let her know that, even with the knowledge that I was eating James and my cum together, that her pussy was so inviting that I actually ached to do what I did. So I told her, "Yes. I'll be up for whatever raunchy fun you might like to try." I said it with a big old grin on my face. Then I added, "But I hope we have time for some more of what we shared at 5:00 this morning, too."
"Oh, Hal. You know I will. That moment was extremely special for me. In fact I'm not sure I'll ever be able to duplicate it. But I sure will try."
I actually offered a suggestion. "Why don't you let me give you a back rub and massage?"
"Hal, you really are a sweet man, you know that? That would be wonderful. Just be careful of my bruises."
"Sure."
We finished our breakfast, which included two big glasses of juice. Sally guided me this way, "While you brush your teeth, I'll put the tray back outside, and I want to call room service to order some treats for later." She gave a little wink. I didn't hear what she told room service. We brushed our teeth and returned to the bed. Sally lay out on the bed after removing her sweatshirt and pants. I left my clothes on for the moment, since I expected room service at any time. She told me there was some baby oil on the counter in the bathroom so I retrieved it.
I positioned one pillow under Sally's head and another under my knees. I knelt beside the bed, next to Sally. I squirted the oil on my palm, warmed it up and then molded my hands to her skin. I massaged her back, neck, shoulders, legs, feet, scalp, arms, and hands. I love giving my wife a back rub, and Sally also seemed to enjoy my abilities. She had remained on her stomach throughout the first 15 minutes. That is when the knock came on the door, "Room Service."
Quickly tossing a towel over Sally I opened the door for the delivery boy to bring in his tray. He wheeled it in, trying not to be too conspicuous as he glanced at Sally's prone figure on the bed. I tipped him and he was off. There were a number of packaged items on the cart. I almost ignored them, but I thought that maybe some should go into the refrigerator, so I lifted the cover off the biggest plate on the center of the tray. I couldn't believe my eyes. Below the cover was a plate of vegetables and fruit; very interesting items. Situated on top of them was a little note from room service. It read, "We always strive to be of service to our guests. Use these as you see fit. Shhhhhhhh, make it a surprise." I've been to lots of hotels and never received such a note. The hidden meaning became clear as I noted what was on the tray; two bananas, two zucchini squash, one of them of quite impressive proportions, two bowls of strawberries and a container of whipped cream, two cucumbers, slices of pineapple soaking in juice, a ladle of honey, and a nice honey rock melon. I felt like I'd been had, in a very good way.
Sally had played a wonderful trick on me, just so I could surprise her. When she knew I would be giving her a back massage, she had called room service and told them to bring these food items, along with other more normal snacks, like cheese and crackers, grapes, etc., so that I could use them to stimulate and probe her body. I raced around quickly to put the perishable items in the refrigerator before taking a good long look at the items on the tray. I suspect Sally was at that moment getting all worked up in anticipation of what I might do. I certainly gave her credit. She had a keen knack for putting an erotic focus on everything. I picked out two items and headed back to the bed. Sally lay very still, breathing softly. I tossed the covering towel aside, stepped back and just looked at her naked body for a moment. I was totally transfixed by her. My only desire was to give her pleasure. I hope I made the right choice. But, hell, I thought. How could I go wrong? She picked everything out!
Our room had been dark, with the drapes pulled tight, but I decided to look outside through the drapes. It was bright and sunny and our window faced a small woodlot. With the snow depths approaching two feet, it didn't appear as if a soul had ventured out there in quite a while. I opened the drapes to let the brightness in. The sun shone over nearly to the side of the bed, being low in the sky in a New England winter. Sally never stirred. Her skin glowed wonderfully in the new light. Once again I was mesmerized. I quietly took off my sweats and dropped them on a nearby chair.
Finally I knelt back on the floor, on the side of the bed nearest the sun. I poured more oil on Sally's back and slowly resumed where I had left off a few minutes before the interruption. Now, however, I had a much more delightful task in front of me. The 'toys' lay on the floor beside me. For a few minutes I focused on a slow easy massage, soothing her muscles, pleasuring her skin, and relishing for myself the fortune I had found. That fortune being Sally's body and mind. I was practically drowning in erotic thoughts as I began spending more and more time with my hands stroking her ass. I kneaded her tight behind, feeling the muscles and the soft flesh give way to my touch. Ever so gradually I allowed my fingers to intimately explore the crack in her ass. After a few moments of this I noted her legs shift an inch or two apart. The path down between her legs became marginally more accessible. I let my fingers wander to her upper thighs, where I broke new ground on the inside junction of her thighs and her crotch. Her legs moved another inch or two apart. This was the best job I ever had. My sense of touch was in heaven as I explored her body slowly, carefully, and erotically. My middle finger followed the hollow contour of her ass, inching its way south. The tip found an inviting target. I examined the puckered skin that radiated out from her anal opening. Her legs moved farther apart again. I lingered there, using just a single fingertip to gently adore her hole. A sigh escaped her lips, confirming the enjoyment I hoped was hers. My other hand scooped from the floor beside me a dollop of whipped cream. With as little large body movement as possible I brought it onto the 'field of play' and replaced my middle finger with a pretty white gob of sweet whipped cream. I returned to the field of play in just a moment with a delicate strawberry. With as much tedious motion as I could stand I pushed it through the mound of whiteness to the bottom. I knew my target and I aimed quite well. The small end of the hard berry found its target and I pushed it in, not far, just about half an inch. A few little wiggles identified the dimensions of my toy. I pulled it out, covered in cream, and tossed it into my mouth. I made loud smacking sounds as I chewed the sweet morsel. I've always loved strawberries and whipped cream, but none ever gave me so much pleasure as that berry. A second and a third berry followed the same path. The fourth and fifth were used to clean up some of the remaining cream from the lovely plate of my dining desire. But there was still some cream that hadn't yet been chosen by a berry. What should I do? Ahhh! Lick the platter clean.
The next to take a trip to Sally's anus was my tongue. I found the remnants of cream and licked as much as I could from the exterior of my lady's delicate hole. I suspected that some cream must have been forced into hiding by those vicious berries, so I was forced to seek it out. I planted my lips like a doughnut circling a target and then plunged my tongue firmly into Sally. Sure enough, I found what I was looking for. Indeed there were little streams of cream inside her chute, but my tongue found them all. It took many minutes to find every drop but I was relentless. I wouldn't dare leave any debris on my lady. The hard part of my task was preventing my lip lock on her ass to be tossed off. It seems that Sally suddenly became quite a vigorous, writhing mass. Her ass jumped up off the bed as her knees came up underneath her, allowing even more direct access to my desire. Moaning and more moaning echoed across the sunlit room. I was afraid something awful might happen. In order to hold her still I decided I needed a handle. My hand found a cucumber next to my knee. With my mouth maintaining what control it could, I found a place to plug in the cucumber. Sally's pussy was soaking wet and the cuke eased in like a hot knife through butter. Grabbing the cucumber gave me the control I needed. I held it firm in my fist as my tongue continued it's clean up chores just north. But I couldn't hold back the dynamo for long. It seemed the cucumber had the same sort of effect on my lady as the strawberries and cream. Soon her hips were writhing in an ancient pattern that was uncontrollable. I had to try something. My left hand snaked under her tummy and came towards her crotch from underneath. I tested the blonde hairs for strength. I thought by grabbing hold I might contain the lady's wildness. That too was effective for only a moment. Soon it wasn't enough to hold her back. Again I sought a place to soothe the lady's distress. It seemed that everything I did was wrong. Whatever I tried, her only response was to buck harder and harder, losing all semblance of control. My last choice was to bring my left hand even deeper. I found the juncture of cucumber and labia, noting the way it plunged in and out of her, stretching her lips this way and that with every stroke. I latched on to the little nub that wasn't so little anymore. Her clit was big enough to pinch between my fingers. I didn't hurt it but I made sure to grip it good and roll it around between my fingers. I guess that maybe my control of Sally wasn't meant to be. That seemed to make her even more violent. It was all I could do to keep my mouth, my fingers, and the cucumber all situated in their proper place. Moments later I heard a wild scream. I guess she had given up trying to hold back the tide. She exploded in rapture, sending sparks of passion into the air. Her hips shook like a 9.5 earthquake, causing me to lose my place. Her orgasm lasted more than a minute. Her hips plopped down on the bed. She breathed big long breaths trying to regain the oxygen she had burned up. I moved closer to her head. I knelt low and whispered in her ear, "Room Service is here."
She rolled part way over and looked at me. Silent for a moment she transformed her face until it sported a grin a mile wide. Through that big wide grin she managed to say, "Hal, you are bad!"
Of course her comment, coupled with the smile that stretched from ear to ear, made me feel pretty good. I admitted to her, "and you are very good." I licked my lips, which made her smile radiate even more.
"After a treat like that, a girl should reward her man, don't you think? What would you like?"
"How about a return treat. A backrub and massage would be very nice. I suspect your fingers are quite adept."
I rolled onto the bed on my stomach and Sally knelt where I had knelt before. She gave me a wonderful massage, complete with gentle kneading of my muscles. It was very relaxing and erotic. She played with my toes, the backs of my knees (which are ticklish), my thighs and, no surprise, my ass. Throughout her massage it seemed that my ass was ground zero. She always returned, feeling my buns, gripping them with soft squeezes. Now I must say that anal stimulation had never really been something high on my list of sexual desires, but today it seemed like I should accept new things. Sally made sure I had the experience. She returned every favor I gave to her. As her hands caressed my balls and cock, she ate the rest of a bowl of strawberries out of my ass after coating it with a large pile of whipped cream. While it didn't send me in to an orgasm, I have to admit that it was very pleasurable and stimulating. When she finished I rolled over and she said it was time for a 'front rub.'
I rolled over and she climbed onto the bed. Leaving the food on the floor, she began to rub my chest, shoulders, stomach, the front of my legs and my face. She avoided my cock for quite a while, instead focusing on the rest of my body. My cock had modestly hardened into a semi-turgid state, half erect and obvious to Sally. She went the longest time without even touching it. She was teasing. She enjoyed watching me twist or shift my body position each time her hand ventured near my cock. As I perceived her hand(s) close by I would arch my body in that direction, hoping that at least an accidental touch would occur. But Sally was aware of my desire for her hand to caress me, and she wasn't having any part of it. She avoided it for at least half an hour, even as the rest of my body received joyous pleasure. She had been moving around on the bed into various locations as she focused on one part of me, or another. Finally after nearly 45 minutes of her loving touch she knelt at the foot of the bed between my legs.
I was anxious for what lay ahead. I thought she was going to give me head, and she did.
The surprise was what kind of 'head.' She took a moment to look at me and then, to my unfathoming eyes, she turned over and lay on her back between my legs. Her head was high up between my thighs. The top of her head snuggled against my balls. My cock, still semi-erect, bounced off the top of her head. She lifted her head briefly and gave her hair a toss as she returned her head to the bed. This caused her blonde hair to fall in thick strands and piles around my cock. She reached up with her hands to a position above her head where she could grab her hair and play with it. That is when it struck me. She wanted to give me a 'hair job.' In moments her fingers had closed slowly around my cock with her hair snuggled in between my cock and her fingers and between her fingers. She slowly played with the combination, twirling her hair, squeezing it around my cock and balls. She guided my cock into and out of her yellow mane, caressing my cock with her hand just enough to keep it growing and experiencing the soft luxurious feel of her pretty hair. She was patient and not in a hurry. It felt wonderful. The gentle eroticism of it played with my mind. My cock loved what she was doing. On and on she went, feeling my hardness reach its extreme, noting my hips as they pushed and shoved towards her grasping hair. She would take long strands and wrap them around my cock and then pull tight, constricting the blood inside. I got hornier and hornier with every touch. As she noted my increasing pulse she began to grip just a little harder, pull just a little tighter, rub a little more firmly. The touch was exquisite and she pulled it off, literally. It felt kinky, weird, and odd to be brought to a climax the way she did it to me. But I liked it. My sperm shot out in an arc, landing on her chin, with the later bursts of jizz flowing out into her hair and fingers. She rubbed it all over her hair and face, glorifying in the texture and feel of my cum. When she was sure I had oozed the last drops out of my dick she sat up and climbed atop of me, resting her body on mine. Her cum-laden hair and face hung down above me, beautiful in its message. I loved her for her total acceptance of me and my body. Our eyes met, as they were becoming so clearly motivated to do, and I thanked her without saying a word.
I reached up and pulled her to me. We kissed a long slow kiss. Not full of aggressive passion, but gloriously tender and sharing. Our tongues played gently with each other and our lips and teeth digested each other's taste and aroma. I ran my fingers through her hair, rejoicing in the natural acceptance that covered her hair. My still sticky semen clung to many strands of hair and more was beginning to dry on her face. It didn't matter. We just lay together sharing ourselves with each other.
I accidentally blurted out, "I love you."
I didn't even have time to regret saying it when she responded, "I love you."
Our eyes met again and shared the spiritual question. "Is what we're doing right?"
We both asked the question simultaneously with our eyes, and we each saw the inevitable answer in the other's gaze. "It can't be helped. It is what it is and so be it."
The awesome responsibility for honesty and truth and compassion overpowered me. A tear began to trickle from my eye. I saw Sally's eyes water and mist over. Her head fell to my shoulder and we held each other tightly as we both cried from the totality of our emotions and from the predicament we were in.
I cried because I knew she loved me. I cried because I shouldn't love her. I cried because my wife trusted me and I wasn't strong. I cried because I knew James was fair and honest and undeserving of lost love. She cried for the same reasons.
We both knew that something had to be done. I ached for an answer to appear before me. I'm sure Sally struggled with similar thoughts.
We dozed off for a while, clinging together on the bed. Our tears dried up as we slept. Maybe it was our dreams. Maybe it was divine intervention, but when I awakened I wasn't sad. Sally had stirred a bit which woke me up. When I opened my eyes I was greeted by her smile. It was big and wide and happy. I couldn't help but smile back. I just had to ask, "What got into you?"
She sat up and climbed off the bed. "Why don't we sit and talk for a few minutes?"
I sat up and said, "Sure."
She headed over to the food cache and brought back to the small table beside our window some crackers, cheese, and (oh, yes) pineapple juice. I joined her at the table.
I waited for her to lead the conversation. She looked at me and smiled again as we snacked. "Hal, I DO love you. I know you were being truthful when you said you loved me. But we love each other in the here and now. We both know that there can never be anything more. You have your lovely wife (even though I hate her) and I have a wonderful husband. When I took you as my prize I took you out of spite for your wife, even though I certainly found you attractive enough to desire in your own right. I know you went along out of a sense of honor and duty also. Sometimes people are placed in situations that seem out of their control. Maybe this is one of them. It proves that we are resilient and capable of many things, but we can't let OUR moment together define the rest of our lives."
I mulled over her words. They all made sense. Maybe I was realizing the same things, but without the words? "Sally, if it's alright with you then, can I still love you in the here and now? I agree there is no way we could turn those three words we spoke into any sort of long term reality, but it feels so good, it feels so right, that I don't WANT to give it up. I realize we must, but please don't look down on me for being weak. I just can't rationalize my feelings away, even though I know our love is predicated on the wispiest of threads. Hell, we don't even know what kind of movies the other likes, or the kind of restaurant we like, or our idiosyncrasies around the house that might drive us nuts. Obviously you are right, but my feelings are very real." I paused a moment and added, "And I think yours are too."
"They are. It IS real. Do you think we can continue on our chosen path until tomorrow without any hurt feelings?"
"Nothing is certain, but I know I sure want to. We could choose the 'safe' path and just call it quits right now, but I suspect we would both regret it for a long, long time. If we don't live life to the fullest when we have the opportunity to expand our horizons, we are letting opportunity slip from between our fingers."
"Hal," Sally's big smile returned. "Let's tear into each other with as much gusto and life as we can. I want to experience you in as many ways possible. We only have about 21 hours left. How about we get a move on?"
"I'm getting a hard on already just thinking about it." I wasn't lying either. My mood was lifted and I tossed out a remark that Sally thought was funny. "Besides, I can't wait to provide you with more ammo for your face and hair conditioner."
"What, do you like my look?" She grinned at me through a face that was still streaked with my cum. "I have an idea, let/s get back in the tub....without the water."
I must have looked dumb, because she just grinned and said, "Well, didn't we want to experience as much as we could? Just get in."
Not knowing the path she had in mind I stepped into the tub as did Sally. She instructed me to stay standing. She lay down. "Neither of us has been to the bathroom for quite a while, right?" I didn't even get to respond. She just went on, "I want to feel your hot piss all over my body. Let it flow. Don't forget my face either." Her last sentence had a demanding edge to it.
I wasn't about to back out now, after all what harm would it be? I just asked meekly, "Are you sure?"
"Get going big boy. Give me a river."
My cock was still half-hard and it took a moment for me to develop a flow. But I got it rolling, shooting a long arc of clear piss. I aimed at her belly button for the first drops and managed a decent hit. Then I began a whirlwind tour of her body as my bladder forced out its contents. Her arms and legs writhed as she sought to catch as much of the liquid as possible. Her tits took a real soaking. Her pussy fur got soaked. I heard her moaning in delight at the warm shower. I stepped closer and took dead aim at her face. She closed her eyes but seemed to relish the forbidden. My stream was diminishing and she opened her mouth to capture the last several seconds of my stream. When I finished she smiled up at me, drops of liquid puddling everywhere on her radiant skin.
"I don't recall your bladder getting emptied anytime lately. Let's see what you can do?" I lay down as she stood up and hunkered over me. She leaned back and let loose. What a jolt! The power of the stream was unexpected. It blasted against my skin, starting with my chest. She quickly traversed my body, making sure to give my cock a good soaking. The warm, almost hot, piss prickled my skin. I lay my head almost flat in the corner of the tub and Sally took the hint. Quickly stepping over me she directed her powerful multi-stream blast towards my head and face. My hair was soaked in seconds and my face captured a large concentration of her flow. Then she squatted lower and directed her pussy to aim directly at my mouth. I felt the blast hit my tongue and then my tonsils. It boiled inside my mouth as it was forced in with a still heavy pressure. This lady had quite a bladder full. I'm sure she diverted nearly 10 or 12 oz into my mouth. I'm judging by the amount of beer in a 12 oz bottle. I had to close my gullet. I couldn't make myself swallow it, but I did keep my mouth open the whole time, letting her fill my oral cavity up to the brim. It spilled over as she slowly finished.
The eroticism of piss-play was new to me. I hadn't ever considered that it might be pleasurable. But now that I'd experienced it I can say that it was the 'sharing' aspect of what we did that made it so stimulating. I discovered that when I said I wanted to share everything with Sally, I meant it, even to the point of things that I would usually have considered off-limits.
"Let's clean up." Sally smiled as she turned on the water. We grabbed the bath supplies and readied ourselves for another round in the Jacuzzi. We sat hugging as the water rose, bubbles building. We bathed quickly, ridding ourselves of the remnants of our dalliance. Then with the jets blasting away we found ourselves becoming aroused again. I suggested that I would really like to try sucking tit and eating pussy underwater. Sally thought it sounded really good. So I tested my skill at holding my breath and using my tongue without choking on a mouthful of water. It was possible but not terrifically easy. I managed to get her nipples aroused and ready for action and I dove down to her pussy for some wet munching below the border. I had to come up for air quite often, but I was having a good time when Sally offered that she might like to try a quick underwater '69.' I said that it might be good for a laugh but I didn't think we'd make much progress. She said let's do it and see.
Well, we arranged ourselves in 'the position' as quickly as we could after each taking a few big breaths first. It felt good when she slid her mouth over my cock under the pulsing water. She only managed a few strokes before she needed to come up for air. I was panting for air also. We decided that our intentions were good and we had managed it briefly, but maybe another game might work better.
We shampooed and washed each other again. Clean and dry we went to the refrigerator and had a quick small snack again.
It was while we crunched a few crackers and nibbled the pineapples at the small table that she sprung her next surprise on me.
"Remember all we've talked about? Remember you said you wanted to please me in the worst possible way? I'm going to give you a chance. Remember how you said you liked soft sensual sex and yet you loved the raunchy stuff for the way it made you feel? Well, I have something for you." She walked over to her small bag that James had brought for her. She reached in and pushed aside a few items at the bottom of the bag. It took her a moment of searching but she slowly started to remove her hand as I watched. A sly wicked smile started to cross her face. I'd seen that smile enough already in the last 18 hours to know that she was up to one of her tricks. As her hand came out of the bag, I saw she was pulling a rope. It was a blue rope of moderate dimensions, spun of some soft material. She didn't speak, nor did I. She walked over to me as the rope slowly played out of the bag behind her. The rope looked like a snake as it fell to the floor behind her. My mind was spinning with the possibilities. It appeared that I would earn more 'virgin experiences' in just a few hours than I'd had in the last 20 years. As much as I would normally have been a bit frightened, at that moment I only felt nervous sexy anticipation. If Sally would get pleasure from tying me up and having her way with me, I would take it, in whatever form she might divine.
She stood in front of me as I sat naked at the table. She looped the rope around my head and pulled it into her breasts. For as much as her wondrous breasts were one of her best endowments, I had actually spent only a small amount of time loving them. So it was a real pleasure to be forced to suck her nipples as she pulled my head to her with the rope. The moment was short and then the rope reached around the chair, came under my arms, down between my legs and lay against my cock on either side. She used gentle pressure to run the soft rope across my skin. I could feel that it wasn't rough at all, actually quite pleasant. My cock was beginning to grow and she wrapped a few loops around my cock and squeezed without pulling too tight. She un-looped it and wrapped a length around my scrotum, forcing my balls out into the confined space of my shrunken sack. She gave it a jerk, not too harsh, and I jumped a bit from the little pain. Actually I jumped more from the anticipation of pain than from the amount of pain itself. It was not severe because she was careful. She soon proceeded to tie one of my legs to the chair. She actually tied it really tight. It hurt a little, but unless I moved or struggled against it I could bear the pain. I had been watching her with eyes wide open and she had been watching me for my reaction. With my foot tied to the chair she knelt on the floor in front of me so she was looking up into my eyes. She leaned close, to within 6 inches of my face and whispered. "So.... Are you ready to let a girl get what she wants? She really wants more you know. Are you ready for that?"
I looked deep in her eyes and whispered, "You know I am."
Sally smiled a bit. She reached down and untied my foot. "Well then big boy, I hope you know some knots." She spoke as she turned and walked back towards the bag from which she had retrieved the rope. I couldn't see her face to gauge her intent. I was baffled. What did she mean?
She reached into the bag and pulled out 3 more ropes just like the first. They had been hidden beneath the bottom of her bag. She held up two in each hand and said to me, "Get over here big boy and tie me up."
"What?" I exclaimed. "I thought you wanted to have your way with me?"
"Sort of. What I actually asked you was if you were ready to give a girl what she wants. You said yes. Well, I WANT YOU to have your way with ME. I want you to tie me up to the bed and spend the next several hours doing whatever your little heart desires with my body. It can be soft or hard, kinky or normal, dirty or clean, painful or not, raunchy or nice, or any combination. It can be WHATEVER you want: whatever fantasies or curiosities you have lurking deep, deep inside; use whatever time you want. I ache so badly to be taken by you and used by you and devoured by you. I will not be fulfilled until YOU have had everything you want from me."

continued in Chapter 16

[suffolkwrestling]

HG,

This is a fntasice story, you are an incredible writer. Was there ever a story about the Gwen/Sally Rematch? If not would you consider continuing their story?

Regards,
B

[hghunt999]

HG,

This is a fntasice story, you are an incredible writer. Was there ever a story about the Gwen/Sally Rematch? If not would you consider continuing their story?

Regards,
B

More chapters to come. There will not be a follow up story. This one has 22 chapters. What other stories will be coming after this one is finished posting.

[hghunt999]

VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 16
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 16 - Kill Two Birds
Requests like that don't come my way with much regularity (never, actually) that it took a while for her suggestion/demand to sink in. Her face told me she was serious. I had to switch gears from thinking I would be the one in bondage to the fact that now I had to be the one in charge. I could do it. I knew I could. I just needed a few moments to collect my thoughts. I stepped over to her, leaned down, kissed her on the temple, and whispered in her ear, "I'll do it, I'm nervous that I won't be as wonderful as your own fantasies, but I'll do it for sure."
"You don't have to worry. My body is YOURS! Use it all for your own pleasure and that WILL be my pleasure too."
I suggested she take few minutes in private to prepare herself by using the bathroom and 'whatever' and I would 'practice my knots.'
While she went into the bathroom and closed the door, my mind was racing 100 miles per hour. I grabbed the phone and quietly dialed the front desk of the hotel. I had an idea that I hoped I could keep secret and surprise her later. I asked the clerk if the neighborhood Wal-Mart was open and if someone could make a run over there for me and bring back a purchase that I would pay for with my credit card that I used for my room (I gave my 'other' room number). "Please, get up to my room NOW. And Hurry," I added. The clerk said she would send a runner right away. "Good," I thought.
I was back at the table, toying with one of the 12-foot ropes, when Sally came out. She had spent some time on her hair and it looked great. I had heard the water running so I was quite sure she hadn't heard anything. She sauntered up to me with an exaggerated wiggle. Her big round proud breasts pointed at me imperiously, her blonde muff inspiring me, her eyes beguiling me, and her face begging me. She stopped short of touching me. Her liquid eyes said a lot, but she managed some words. "Kill two birds with one stone, Hal. When you make your fantasies come true, mine will come true too." Those were the last words she spoke for the next several hours.
"I'm ready. Sally I have some instructions that you must follow. Just nod your head if you understand. You will not speak." She nodded. "Noises of passion are acceptable." She nodded. "I will be soft and hard, kinky and normal, dirty and clean, painful and not, and raunchy and nice. I will please you." She nodded. "I will blindfold you." She nodded. "Turn around." She did as she was told and I tied a spare pillowcase around her head to cover her eyes. Now she was blindfolded.
While still standing there I took the blue rope and hung it over her shoulders so that it draped down across her breasts. The soft blue fabric tickled her nipples and they stood up in response. I wiggled the rope so that it gently stimulated her nipples more and more. They became harder and bigger with each tense tickle. As both ends of the rope dangled to the ground I stepped behind her and pulled both ends between her legs. I gently waved both ends of the rope to tickle her pussy with the softness, while exciting her with the unknown dimensions of my libido.
Her legs were apart just enough to let the rope snuggle intimately into her crotch. I pulled alternately with the two ends of the rope. It scissored back and forth, pulling gently on her labia, heating up her expectations. She stood very still and motionless. Teasing her for a few minutes with the rope brought my own horny libido into a higher state. The problem was trying to explore all my own ideas, against the most urgent of all my desires. I really, really wanted to fuck her and fuck her some more. But, I was fully aware of my own physical limitations in that department. Multi hour fuck sessions were out of the question.
I guided her to the bed and lay her down on her back. I instructed her to spread eagle her arms and legs, after which I went to work with the ropes. I gently tied tight knots around her wrists and ankles and attached the other end of each to the legs of the bed. I stretched the rope enough so that her movement of arms and legs was quite restricted, but not quite zero.
A knock came at the door and I quietly answered the door, whispering to the courier. He handed me a bag through the door as I kept him in the hallway. I thanked him and gave him a tip. I'm sure Sally wondered about the knock at the door, but she was sworn to silence and she didn't question anything.
She lay still on the bed as I went over the secret delivery and removed the contents and arranged the items on the dresser nearby. I also went into the bathroom for a couple of items that joined the items on the dresser. Sally lay still, her breathing shallow. Her breasts jutted magnificently up, her nipples gloriously capping her delectable pair. Her pussy was spread apart enough that her inner lips and clit were distinctly visible. Her small blonde patch of fuzz seemed quite prominent in this position, her mound arching upward, beckoning me it seemed.
First I decided some sounds would be appropriate. Sounds that were incongruous with what I was about to do. I found a classical radio station on the hotel radio and tuned it in at a moderate volume. Then I walked around the bed several times, letting her hear my footsteps as I let my gaze soak up the willing beauty in bondage. It was time to use the camera. One of the items I had requested from the department store was a digital camera with lots of memory. Since Sally had actually relished the idea of photography in her battle with Gwen, I thought that the excitement might be intensified if she knew she was being photographed in bondage as well. It was too late for her to complain now. I quickly read the directions and they seemed an easy read. I stepped up onto the bed and walked up to stand astride her chest. Pointing the camera down at her face I zoomed in for a blindfolded close-up. It was then that I let her know a camera was in use. "Smile for a picture." She smiled and I clicked the shutter. I was sure it clicked loud enough for her to hear. Backing off the bed I took two more shots of her in her predicament. From this point on I used the camera during or after each little game I played with her. I thought my ownership of these pictures would probably be arousing for her as I took them, and for me for later.
My cock was raging hard, but my will power to wait was strong. I took off my clothes and knelt on the bed between her legs. I did not touch her at all. I began masturbating to her sight, playing with my cock for at least ten minutes, making sure she could hear the sound of my hand slapping up and down on my cock. Before I went too far with my dick-play, I backed off and went over to the counter. Retrieving a bottle of baby oil I knelt on the bed beside her. I poured out a large pool into my hand and proceeded to watch it dribble through my fingers onto her tits and tummy. My hands ached for the feel of her soft tan skin, moistened by the oil. Letting the last drops fall from my hand, I nervously lowered them to her stomach. There was plenty of oil and I began to rub it in, using small circles. Her body responded to my touch, shifting and twisting within its constraints. In moments my hands wandered to her lovely, desirable breasts. Every square inch deserved to be caressed. Every square inch met my fingers, transmitting back to me the heat from her body, the desire lurking inside her, the wanton lust she was consumed by, and the faith and trust of her soul. Realizing the extent of her trust in me, I quivered with a combination of my own desire and the fear that I might exceed some unspoken boundary. I desperately wanted this experience to be one that we both would cherish. Finally I quit debating my fears and just plunged ahead.
With her tits glistening with the oil, I mounted her chest and slowly let my cock tickle and toy with her boobs. First one and then the other felt its hot prodding. I gingerly let my cock enjoy the touch of her nipples. Almost-too-sensitive, the skin on the head of my cock felt her delicate, tempting, lovely, sweet nipples. I marveled at their tight erect stature, pointing to the sky and pleasing my cock so gently. It was an effort, but I stretched out each episode to where it was almost torture for me. My balls did a dance across her tits and I eventually arranged my cock deftly between her juicy orbs and squeezed them together with my hands. With slowness like that of molasses leaking from a jar, I began to thrust between her tits. My first stroke probably took at least a minute to make one cycle. Later strokes picked up the pace, but never did I bang away at her tits with the urgency my loins were telling me to use.
Sally was keeping her bargain quite well, so far. Only the slightest of accented breathing noises escaped. I couldn't help but marvel at her mute acceptance.
Before I fucked her tits to the point that I might risk an ejaculation, I rose from her and went to the bar. There was champagne in the refrigerator and I popped the top and poured myself a glass. The classical music played on while I sipped the bubbly, making sure Sally heard what was going on. In my mind the erotic uncertainty that must be playing out in her head would be just as stimulating as anything I might actually do. I tinkled the glass, sipped and swallowed a bit noisily, consuming just half a glass of sweet champagne.
I carried my glass to her and told her to raise her head. Obediently she lifted her head. I told her to open her mouth and when she did I brought the glass to her lips. She sipped a few sips before I took the glass away. The remaining bubbly 'accidentally' spilled on her breasts. Being a stickler for cleanliness (everybody needs some excuse) I began a tongue bath to clean up the spill. Many enjoyable minutes were spent making sure that not a drop of champagne remained. It seemed that I had to work an exceedingly long time on those puckered pointy nipples before I was sure they didn't remain contaminated by the sexy alcohol. This was the first moment that she actually began to act constrained. Her body pulled and twisted against the tightness of the ropes. Her chest arched upward to my mouth, forcing a nipple between my teeth. Obligingly I bit the distended flesh. Gathering data on her nipples hardness and chewability, I munched away, biting softly into the delicate brown skin. With a consistency similar to that of old Jello, but with a tougher skin, I devoured her nipples again and again.
Quickly and without warning for her I got off the bed. I returned with a box of matches and one of the long tapir candles from my quickly ordered stash of goodies. First order of candle business was using the wick to gently tickle my lady confined. "Would she know what it is?" I wondered. "Probably not."
I started in her hair and carefully traced soft paths across her facial skin, neck, shoulders, and arms and back to her neck. Lifting the candle I went to the foot of the bed and tickled her feet. She involuntarily bucked against the tickly torture, but did not suffer any noise. Progressing upwards to her knees (equally sensitive), I traversed her body quite thoroughly with the soft wick. No portion of the wax ever touched her skin. Before I lit the candle I wanted to give her one slight clue as to what might be coming. Sally's splayed legs, while tempting me always, offered me the opportunity I wanted. Using just the very butt end of the candle I probed her beautiful clit. Twirling her maneuverable clitoris this way and that with the candle butt gave me much pleasure. I marveled at the pliable sexy texture and the invitingly pink color. Only twenty seconds went by and I pulled the candle away. "Would she have guessed?" I wondered.
I stood staring at her for a full minute, absorbing once again her beauty. Then I struck a match. It sounded almost like a gunshot in the room. She jumped at the noise, startled by its suddenness, I guess. The smoke drifted as I lit the wick. I held it over a piece of cardboard on the dresser to watch how the wax melted and flowed. Having learned its behavior, I walked to the bed. I sat on the bed, at her right side, my right hand holding the candle aloft. "What will her reaction be?" I wondered to myself as the first drop of hot wax slid towards the point of no return. In an instant it was on its way, pulled by gravity towards her belly.
Plop, sizzle! Instinctively her tummy jumped at the burning touch. "Ahhh!" A small cry gave away the surprise and pain from the sizzling hot wax. I held the candle high above her, hoping that the extra 'fall time' might cool the wax enough that she wouldn't suffer the potential of real burns on her lovely skin. By the time her tummy came back to rest on the bed, the second and then the third drops were on their way. Plop, plop. They hit and spattered little droplets of wax across her tummy. This time she didn't make a noise, but weathered the hot wax like a real Spartan. I aimed the next drops at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, where that small indentation of sensitive skin resides. Plop, plop, plop. Three bull's-eyes and I shifted to the other side for the same treatment. By now she was used to the timing of the drops and I could tell she tightened her muscles in anticipation of the next bomb. After three more direct hits on the opposite shoulder she let a wind of air escape from her lungs. "Whoooooosh," is how it sounded. I didn't know what emotion it revealed. A second 'whoosh' escaped again as I let a few drops land on each breast. The candle had a long way to burn but I only wanted to see her reaction as I let the drops edge closer and closer to her blonde bush and pussy. Drop by drop, inch by inch, I let the bomblets descend until they were right on the doorway to her pussy. I sensed a sort of eagerness on her part. Could I really interpret her body language, constrained as she was, to indicate a desire for more? I tilted the candle a bit so that a larger volume of melted wax would hang on before dropping. I let it go, the largest yet, it landed squarely at the juncture of her upper slit and her blonde triangle of pubies. I blew out the candle as she let out another "Ahhhhhhh!" With the candle out I returned the butt end to its earlier position, diddling her clitoris. I never tire of clitty play. I prodded her labia and parted the 'sea' with my wand. Like Moses and the Israelites, the sea parted. The wand entered and plunged deep. The narrow dimension of the candle slid easily into her soaking pussy. It nearly shot in so fast that I let it slip away. Somehow I managed to keep two fingers on the tip and after re-gripping I began to fuck Sally's pussy with that candle. In less than a minute her hips were writhing, bouncing, and humping against the firm waxy surface of my candle. Luckily for her, her ass wasn't bound tight. Her freedom of movement in her hips was generating lots of good use. She fucked that candle with a wild abandon that I had always thought should be reserved for a cock (mine in particular), but she went after that candle with gusto of unexpected power. It only took two minutes for her to orgasm under the candle's power. I think some of the heat from the hot wax must have surged directly into her libido and the candle fuck gave it release.
Even though I couldn't 'know' her thoughts I suspected maybe I was on the right track. Even though I had always wondered about these things, her extraordinarily brief direct stimulation leading to an orgasm, meant to me that she enjoyed what had transpired.
I stepped back to the counter and sipped another glass of champagne. I continued to use noises purposely to excite or tantalize Sally with hints of what I might have planned next. I stirred the glass with my cock, covering it with the reddish bubbly. Then I purposely let some champagne spill to the floor. I exclaimed, "Damn. I spilled some fizzy on my dick. I'm afraid that it needs to be cleaned. I wonder how I can get my cock cleaned?" My voice gave away the intentions lurking inside my head. That was Ok. I was sure she didn't mind.
I went to the bed and straddled Sally's chest. Her mouth remained closed until she felt my cock punch up against her lips. "Open!" I demanded. I leaned forward, my weight pushing against her lips, which opened at just the right moment for my cock to go sliding perfectly inside. Her wet saliva and tightening lips and swirling tongue gave proof to the remarkably proficient woman who had taken me for her prize. But now it was I, surely, who was getting the royal treatment. I'd been hard and rigid long enough that I needed a release. She remained still with her head, letting my hips provide the fucking friction. Gently at first, my hips pushed my cock half-way deep in her mouth. The sensations shot through me like a razor through paper. I closed my eyes and raised my head towards the heavens and felt a sizzle ripple up my spine and blast into my brain. "OOOOhhhhhhhhhh!" Her mouth never wavered. Her tongue deliciously toyed with my cock on the in-stroke and the out. I halted occasionally with my dick-head just between her lips and I felt her teeth scrape along my shaft as her tongue twirled memorable circles on the very tip of my cock. In and out I went. Faster and faster my hips took charge. They hit third gear and my strokes banged deep. Fourth gear and I hit bottom on every thrust. Still she kept her lips tightly constricted around my cock, even as I plunged into her throat roughly. She never whimpered or moaned, she just sucked and sucked and sucked. The immensity of my pleasure was building and I went into overdrive. My hips wickedly pumped as fast and as deep as my dick would go. I felt her lips touch my fuzzy groin at the very base of my dick. Heaven, Oh God, heaven. With a rapidity of motion I hadn't used in perhaps 20 years I fucked her face on and on until my balls unleashed their load. I maintained my piston-like motion right on through the emptying of my jizz into her throat. She gagged a bit, but maintained her tight grip on my cock as it poled in and out of her mouth through my waning orgasm. I'm not sure all the words and sounds I must have made, but I hadn't felt so much like screaming in a long, long time. Maybe I did. I'm not sure.
I pulled off and watched the juice oozing out of the corner of her mouth, followed by a sly smile. "Uh-huh, she likes it hard and deep," I thought.

Continued in Chapter 17

[hghunt999]

VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 17
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 17 - Not Done with Sally Yet
"She deserves a drink, after that," I considered. I stepped over to the counter and poured some champagne in the glass and took it to her. I allowed her a few sips, which she accepted with a smile. I brought a warm washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned up the drizzle on her chin. I also removed all the wax blobs from the various areas of her skin. She looked good as new.
Feather time! I retrieved two feathers from the dresser and sat on the bed. I had already noticed a significant degree of ticklishness. What would this do? Before I let the feather's trace her skin, I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. It was very nice to see her smile again.
Then I let the first long feather trace across her forehead. A little 'oooh,' accidentally escaped her lips. Over the next several minutes Sally writhed in conflicting emotions. The soft pleasure and the too-soft ticklishness merged into a wicked dilemma, I'm sure. Did she love it or hate it? Her especially ticklish spots were her feet, knees, under arms, and breasts. It seemed her pussy and clit, though responding, didn't have the ticklish nerve. She giggled occasionally, but never spoke a word or indicated I should quit. I loved to see her squirm! Her arms pulled on the rope but she couldn't escape. Her legs bucked to try to keep my sly touches from her skin, but to no avail. She was in my power and it was great.
While not every little kernel of a sexy idea would be indulged, I still had a few more purchases with which to while away the late afternoon and evening. I finished with the feathers, having used two at a time quite a bit. I worked the bottle of champagne a little lower, sharing a few sips with my Sally. I spent a few minutes in the kitchenette making noises of preparation and cleaning, giddy with the thought of continuing my sexy onslaught of Sally's body. I picked up a tiny squash that came from the delivery. I traced a brief path across her skin, allowing her to feel its shape and texture. It had a short curved 'handle' that merged gracefully with a larger yellow bulb. I plied her pussy with the narrow protrusion, moving her labia to my own designs. Intricately I traced a path around her entire pussy, making sure her clit felt the hard smoothness. I inserted the narrow portion inside her quivering quim, allowing her juices to cover it thoroughly. I took this opportunity to snap a nice close-up picture. Giving her some time to get adjusted to the motion, I fucked her pussy for a real long time. I wanted to see if she could come just from getting fucked, without clitoral stimulation. Her rocking hips provided a clue as to her motivation. I was forced to adjust my plunging direction and timing to accommodate her increasing tempo of pelvic arches. She speeded up and I speeded up. Pretty soon I was ramming that little squash in and out of her cxnt to the time of her moans and groans. Just before I thought she was going to actually come, I pulled out the cute little veggie and with so much lubrication already present; I lowered my aim and stuck it in her ass.
Sally's whimper and anxious hip movements gave away her desperation in wanting to be climaxed. She was real cute with that little yellow item protruding from her asshole. Her whimper died away soon enough and by then I was back to the bed with a couple more toys from the grocery aisle. I gave her mouth a cucumber and a great long zucchini squash found its way into her pussy. A vegetable now plundered all three holes, and she was real cute this way. I took a few more photos before returning to the bed between her legs. The zucchini was almost two and a half inches in diameter and was nearly 18 inches long. I worked it in a little farther in small increments until it was buried almost two-thirds of the way inside her vagina. My hand went to work fucking her cxnt with the big green monster. It was the perfect size and texture for forcing Sally's lips to grip and try to hold the zucchini on the way out and to reach back inside her depths to her cervix on the way in. It gave a good grip for my hand and I used it again and again to plunge firm and deep.
She had obviously been disappointed moments earlier when I had pulled the little one out of her pussy, but now I think she was joyous to have the monstrosity banging into her with the kind of wild abandon I gave it. Her moaning returned to the fever pitch of earlier and her hips began rocking and bucking in big arcs, accommodating the long strokes I needed to gain full depth of penetration in her juicy cxnt-hole. Her moans were a little hard to hear, with the cucumber half buried in her mouth, but plainly she was enjoying the fact that every hole was filled to the brim. To add a little 'fire' to the 'ice' I leaned low and planted my mouth just above the juncture of her hole with the big 'toy.' As soon as my lips tasted her clit, a larger and longer moan was heard, even through the cucumber. Her hips rotated in small circles, allowing my tongue to sweetly lick her clitoris in many directions. I kept banging her twat with the zucchini and before long she plunged into another orgasm. She couldn't scream but her moans and ragged contortions made clear that Sally felt the fiery discharge of neurons in her loins. I continued fucking her with the big zucchini right on through her throes of orgasm.
Finally I pulled out the three garden grown vegetables. I watched for her reaction and was delighted to hear a soft sigh as soon as I pulled the cucumber from her mouth. Her three holes had been continuously plugged for at least half an hour. She deserved a little refresher. So I poured the last remnants of the bottle into a glass and offered it to her lips. She unquestioningly took a few sips. I grabbed some towels from the bathroom and brought them to the bed. There remained about half a glass of the bubbly after I took a swallow. I drizzled a small stream of champagne into her pussy fuzz and cxnt. I had always wanted to drink champagne from the best-designed drinking vessel. Now was my opportunity. With the towels absorbing the spilled liquid and holding her ass up off the bed somewhat, I had a perfect angle to munch Sally's lovely pussy. Her orgasm had only been behind her about three minutes when I began to mingle my mouth with her pussy. Oh, what a delight! As before, my head spun with the intoxicating feeling burning inside (maybe the champagne had something to do with that). I lapped with my tongue in slow lingering traverses from south to north. I made sure to taste fully her left lip and then her right. I slid my tongue into the lowest crevice and plunged it as deep as my tongue ligaments would allow. I loved to rotate my tongue inside her hole, relishing the soft, moist, warm texture, slippery with her own juices and my contribution of saliva. Certainly no match for the zucchini in depth of penetration, I hoped that the delicate wet texture of my tongue would arouse Sally once again. I needn't have worried.
Over the next 45 minutes I delved deep, stroked gently all around, teased her clit in delicate touches, plastered my mouth as fully in contact with as much pussy flesh as I could, and loved every minute of it. After half an hour my mouth tired somewhat, but I forged on, enjoying my ability to give Sally as much of my oral loving as I could. She came at least five times during that stretch, two of them back to back within 30 seconds. I loved the sexual power to give my lady pleasure. Sally responded magnificently, resting when she had to, but always bringing her hips back into action, seeking the utmost in desirable contact between my willing mouth and her wanting pussy.
The champagne bottle was nearby and I brought in a relief pitcher (baseball lingo). The long neck of the bottle fit nicely into her lush hole. I planned on making sure her pussy got the most royal fucking. I wanted her to be sore for days afterward, a constant reminder of our 30 hours together. The bottle got about three inches wide about halfway down. "What the hell," I figured. If she could handle both James and myself at once she probably could handle the big bottle. Slowly I let my hand controlled stroke lengthen, adding just a centimeter to the penetration each time or two. Slowly the larger diameter of the bottle was disappearing inside her cxnt. Her moans took on a new tone, sort of edgy with either excitement or pain. Other than that she was a very good girl. After a few minutes I was being forced to grasp the bottom of the bottle with only a couple of inches protruding outside her body. She was almost taking the whole fucking bottle inside her fuck hole. Fuck her I did. In and out, twisting, turning, aiming high and then low, left and then right. I made sure as much bottle/vagina contact was made as possible, including fast plunges and slow grinding pushes. Her moans regained their urgency again. All this time I wasn't touching her body at all except through the gyrations of the bottle. I was beginning to ache for the feel of her skin against mine, but I waited. I think she reached some sort of plateau, where she was very close to falling over the edge, but seemingly always an inch away. I hit a rhythm that she matched. Or maybe it was the other way around. Anyway, together we kept her fucking her hips against the big bottle for another 30-40 minutes, moaning and groaning, occasional simple words slipping out of her mouth. I didn't chastise her for breaking the rules. Only short simple words like "yes," "fuck," "Oh," "God," "Mmmm." I worried that her juices might dry up, but no letup was apparent so far and so I continued. My own horniness had been maintained at a high level all along and now I was beginning to want a piece of me to replace the bottle. Out came the bottle and in a flash I shoved my hand into her gaping hole. It practically sucked inside her with the contracting power of her slimy vagina. My fist was beyond wrist deep inside her, exploring the textures deeper than my hand had ever been. It was spectacularly delicious. Warm juices flooded my hand, and my arm now replaced the bottle in fucking Sally good. Her hips went delirious. Bucking, snorting, rocking, humping, crying, and losing all control, Sally flashed into another orgasm, riding my arm inside her. She screamed my name over and over, mixing in a few other words of passion. Her breasts bounced crazily on her chest to the degree that her constraints would allow. Sweat poured out of her pores, adding sheen to her lovely skin on top of the oil that remained on her. Amazing, I thought.
What more could a man want in a woman than one so wanton that she accepted any and all methods of my puny brain's libido? I pulled my hand out and let her rest. By now she had been strapped to the bed for nearly 4 hours and she was still accepting all I had to give. I knew I wanted to have even more. But she needed rest. I gave her a drink of pineapple juice and told her to rest for ten minutes. "I will just sit here staring at your body, devouring it with my eyes. Rest if you can, knowing that when my eyes have feasted enough that I will have your body again, until my own body runs out of energy. Rest if you can. I hope to run a marathon next!" Of course I knew I wasn't going to be able to run a marathon, but I hoped maybe I could do a good 10,000 meters.
I stared and feasted with my eyes as the sun set outside our room. I closed the curtains and turned on the soft lights. The classical music continued. I snapped a few more pictures. I readied myself emotionally; hoping the combination of all the elements present would allow me to perform at my peak.
To add a little 'prep' I crawled up the bed and straddled her face, demanding that she suck my balls. Perfectly punctual she obliged. Just a moment was all I wanted. Pulling back a bit I forced my hard cock between her lips and she graciously liquefied my skin. I moved south, grabbing a pillow from nearby, and slid the pillow under her hips for a higher angle. Leaning over her and holding myself up with one arm, I positioned my cock-head at the entrance to her ass. I pushed, nothing yet. I pushed again and I felt her push back against me. Still no penetration. I reached over and grabbed the oil and squirted a large amount on her ass and on my cock. Next push, success. I felt her anus give way, opening before my pressure. Gradually I guided my cock deeper and deeper until I was fully inside. I wiggled my hips and she wiggled hers back at me. Me wiggle, her wiggle. Me wiggle, her wiggle. Oh, what wonderful tightness. Her sphincter muscles contracting around the base of my cock was like a miracle. She seemed to be squeezing in waves, one after the other. What a woman! I began to pump her ass and the lusty hormones raging in me had me soon banging her ass with wild abandon. I fucked her and she fucked me back, squeezing all the while, and imparting that deliciously wonderful tightness around my rigid cock. "Uuummmmmpppppphhhhhhhh!" I plunged in for about the 50th time when I felt my seed beginning to churn deep inside my balls. I kept plunging, trying to fuck her ass as many times as I could during the last glorious flooding moments. As fast as my hips would move I buried my cock insider her ass and pulled it nearly out, before jamming it all the way home again. In 20 seconds I had spewed my cum inside her chute, a few drops drizzling out her hole and coating my dick. I almost collapsed forward onto Sally. My knees were weak. I just remained still for a few moments, steadying myself so that I could stand. Eventually my head was clear and my muscles steady, allowing me to climb off the bed and go clean myself.
After cleaning I returned to the bed with another drink for us both. I sat and recuperated some more as Sally rested. My last few hours had been extraordinary. I now ached for a final coupling with Sally, pure and simple. I planned to fuck her one more time before releasing her bonds. My body needed awhile to recover, so as I let time do the work of regenerating my manhood, I got the oil back out and gave Sally a long slow luxurious massage. While I certainly kept my attention on her sexual endowments, I made sure to give all her muscles a thorough massage. Her flesh felt warm and soft under my fingers. It glowed with its healthy tone and the shiny oil. Half an hour went by before I retrieved another drink for us both. I wondered if the pineapple juice really worked to make our secretions taste any better? For my part all I knew was that I sure loved to eat Sally's pussy. I didn't recognize any superiority of taste. I wondered what she thought of my seed's taste?
She smiled as I let her sip again. I wondered if she knew what was coming? I knelt low and kissed her bush. I took some of her thatch between my teeth and gave a pull before nestling my face back down into the crevice so lovingly allowed to be my toy. Lick, lick, lick, I tongued her pussy for several minutes, feeling my cock grow in anticipation of reward. I licked her as soft and lovingly as I could, making tender advances inside her juicy orifice, followed by long gentle kneading of her clitoris with the top surface of my tongue. The tell tale signs of Sally's arousal soon followed.
When her hips began their more insistent jockeying for position, grinding forcefully against my mouth, I sucked her clitoris into my mouth for a serious suck, and then quickly mounted my lady. My horn of pleasure glided into her cave of delight. Even with the intensive use, her pussy remained, tight, sweet, warm, and wet. So smoothly did my pole dive into her cave that I let out a moan of pleasure on the very first push. Sally let a small sigh reach my ears. I let my body fall to hers. My weight bore down on her as my hips slowly revolved in small 3-dimensional loops. The pressure of her pussy on my cock felt wonderful. I whispered in her ear. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Sally let the words out and I didn't care. We repeated the interchange of earlier, but this time it was less startling, and more a statement of fact, an acceptance of our mutual emotional bond.
I began to play with the knot on her left hand, slowly releasing the pressure. I followed with the right. I wanted her to have her freedom now. Realizing I had forgotten her ankles, I asked, "Wait just a moment, Ok?"
I pulled out and untied her ankles and moved up to untie her blindfold. As her mask came off her eyes met mine with the most sensuous, loving look imaginable. "I love you." She told me again. I smiled enough to light a lighthouse, I was so gloriously happy at that moment.
I slipped back into position as her arms came around me and her legs climbed high to accept my cock again. Her muscles must have been sore from hours of no movement, but she didn't show it. Her legs wrapped around me and her arms held me tight. Our eyes shared feelings from deep inside and my cock gloried in its position deep inside Sally's womanly home. We fucked and fucked and fucked. My penis had never ventured much beyond 20 minutes in one session before, but tonight I found the right mix of passion, sensitivity, partnership, and hormones to keep going long beyond what I thought I was capable of. I lost track of time. I lost track of my place. I did not lose track of Sally. We hung together blissfully connected, seemingly for all time. Our movements together were varied; occasionally we rammed into each other hot and heavy, while at other times we swayed gently like a willow in the wind. We traded places with Sally riding me both high and low. She swapped ends and snuggled her pussy down on my face while her tender mouth loved my cock with endless fortitude. Our boundless love was shared so splendidly and for so long we became trancelike. We may have shifted position two or three times, or maybe it was twenty? I don't have the recollection. But either way, our bodies found each other, coupling together in a special way. We were deliriously happy without being delirious. We were peaceful even when we rutted like animals in heavy, hot, action. We angrily mashed our organs together even as we felt the joy of sharing. And then there were her eyes. Oh, the eyes! They melted me. They devoured me. They saw right through me. They tasted me. They felt me. I was in their power. I loved it. Finally, we came together in a long sweet rolling orgasm after what seemed an eternity of linked bodies. I plunged my cock, the hardest it may have ever been, into a pussy that squeezed every last ounce of energy into pulling my semen into her. Her body must have absorbed every drop of creamy white liquid, since none leaked from her crevice. We were done.
I lay spent atop her form. The hour was late. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Continued in Chapter 18

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VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 18
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 18 - Awakening to a New Day
Monday morning dawned for me with a warm wet mouth trying to swallow my cock. Sally sure beat the hell out of my usual alarm clock. We had obviously slept for many hours as the daylight edged in between the cracks of the hotel drapes. I rolled onto my back to allow Sally a little more freedom from her awkward position. Without saying a word, Sally swapped ends and plopped her fuzzy pussy in my face. The strong aroma didn't bother me a bit. Our rigorous activities of the evening before had left her quite pungent. I didn't care one iota. Sally's pussy was the only place I wanted to be. We slurped and sucked each other to a wake-up orgasm. She drained the small volume of cum from my cock and I gave her the 'girlie-wiggles.'
She rolled off and rearranged herself to snuggle with me. We hadn't spoken any conversational words in nearly 15 hours. "Hal," Sally finally spoke. "We know what we must do, you and I. We must end this and return to our own loving spouses, me to my James, and you to Gwen." She paused before continuing; "I think you must know, Hal, that what you shared with me yesterday afternoon and evening fulfilled me like no other experience in my life. Your singular devotion to my pleasures and my senses, my feelings, was incredible. I know you had a very good time, I could see it in your eyes, finally. But I felt it in your touch all the while. Every part of your body, including your cock, spoke to me with a simple eloquence. I was bound physically, but my feelings for you and our sharing were boundless. My spirit soared above the clouds, oblivious to the humdrum existence of our daily lives. I must thank you for that from the bottom of my heart."
A tear formed on my cheek as she finished. I too felt the kind of spiritual connection she spoke of. Some of my words may have fallen short of the true inner feelings, but I tried to convey to her what I felt. "Sally, I've never experienced anything like this either. Warmness has flowed through me ever since we coupled together in private. I would like to think that after today I am a better person than before. I must thank you for THAT."
Sally glanced at the clock and reminded me, as if I'd forgotten, that check out time was noon and it was already 9:30 A.M. "Are you UP for any more sex? We still have two and a half hours before I return you to your wife and give her my speech."
I didn't know what she meant by 'speech' but I figured I'd find out soon enough. In answer to her question, I thought maybe if we had some breakfast first, we might have just enough more energy to hook up again.
She liked the thought of food since neither of us had eaten much since yesterday's breakfast, just snacks and drinks. We ordered from room service and then we each cleaned up somewhat in the bathroom. The food came and we ate more than we probably should have, but we were both famished. We talked and laughed and giggled together as naturally as a couple that had been together for decades. We both were comfortable with the reality that we must part shortly, but we both knew it would require a degree of emotional compartmentalization that wouldn't be easy. I knew my thoughts would drift to Sally many times in the future. I was bothered that it might mean that I wasn't being fair to my wife. The fact that I had done all this within her sphere, under her nose almost, and with her consent, didn't mitigate the fact that the powerful attachment I felt for Sally would continue to influence me in the days and years to come. But it was a reality I couldn't change. I had no choice but to deal with it in the best way I could.
We finished by 10:30, having eaten naked by the window, drapes cracked to let in the morning sun. I sipped my last juice only to feel Sally's foot rise up my leg and make a direct attack on my crotch. I had certainly lost count of my ejaculations over the past day and a half, but I knew that some limit must have been approaching. My cock was soft, but it responded to her toes. I figured two could play this game. My foot found her crevice under the table. We pretended not to notice. Our actions above the table continued by nibbling at the last bites of our food and sipping some hot coffee. We talked a little about ourselves, trying not to talk about our marriages. We accomplished that by giving each other a background of our lives as children, growing up, etc.
My efforts at concentration were stumbling as her foot somehow managed to wring another full-fledged erection out of my 50-plus-year-old penis. Sally had slid a bit lower in her chair to accommodate my toe exam. I ever so carefully nudged open her labia, wiggled my way inside, finding the early formation of dewy liquid. As my toe wiggled I felt Sally's other foot join its mate. Together they expertly toyed with my cock, softly sweeping up one side and down the other with her toes. She squeezed her feet together, imparting special pleasure on my sensitive areas. Before I knew it I was humping my hips to literally fuck her foot sandwich. She had angled her feet so that the soft inside arches of both feet were pressed up against the sides of my cock, forming a sort of perfect little fuck-tunnel. I tried to sip some coffee, hoping to look nonchalant. I'm afraid I wasn't very good at that. Sally's last sip of coffee resulted in a small spill and she wisely set her cup down. My toe had continued to probe and examine her wet pussy. I can't say it was as much fun for me as eating or fucking or fingering her pussy, but it was pretty groovy in its own right. Soon we had quit talking and began to focus on our mutual foot-fuck. Her arches pressing in on the sides of my cock were such a delight that I knew I would come soon. Sally wasn't holding back, but she needed more time. As my cock began to generate its own rhythm, a premonition of orgasm, my foot stopped of necessity. In moments I shot a load of cum under the table. It shot up onto the underside of the table, fell on my hairy groin and lubricated her feet with a fair amount of goo. It wasn't nearly the volume of earlier emissions, but it was the real thing and Sally smiled as I shuddered and groaned out my vocal orgasm.
I returned to my task. Without having to worry about my pleasure any more, Sally opened her legs wider, wiggled a bit harder, began begging me aloud to fuck her good and deep. She acted as if I was plunging my cock into her, even though it was only a two-inch toe. I found her clit and rubbed it around as best I could. My big digit must have found the right spot, because Sally soon was humping and grinding away at my foot, gathering momentum that finally brought her to her own shuddering climax.
After that we took a bath together, but instead of sex, we just held each other close, talking softly, whispering sweetness to each other and reconciling the reality of our parting. We had fashioned our minds to accept the sweetness that was our tryst, without the sadness of parting. I believed (only abut 50%) that I could do it. But I certainly tried to convince myself. As the time drew nearer to have Sally return me to Gwen. Other thoughts intruded too. What had Gwen been doing? Had she recovered from her devastating, but narrow defeat to Sally? Would she accept me back with open arms or would things be different between us?
We cleaned up and dressed in our casual attire. I wasn't at all sure what the final parting would be like, but Sally mentioned to me that all the things she told me were the absolute truth and that whatever she might say in front of my wife would be for her benefit, and that I shouldn't take offense. I assured her I could do that. Sally was ready and so was I. I noticed a slight change in Sally's demeanor as we prepared to go upstairs to my suite. Sally seemed a little more edgy. I suspected that having to return to see Gwen was the reason.
Just before we left our room Sally turned and put her arms around me one last time. We hugged and kissed for about a minute, knowing that it would be our last. It was soft and nice, the perfect kiss. We walked upstairs and knocked on the door.

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VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 19
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 19 - Reunion
In a few seconds the door opened and Gwen let us in. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck prickle with the immediate tension. Gwen looked fine, but her mood was definitely antagonistic. Sally had returned to the same harsh attitude from Saturday night. Gwen walked to the far side of the room and turned to face us. I remained standing beside Sally, who waited a moment to speak. The silence added to the tension in the room.
"Gwen, I took my prize as I promised you. He is your husband and you can have him back now." She paused for a moment. Gwen did not speak. "Maybe next time you'll think twice when a real woman walks into the room about challenging her like you did me. You got what you deserved. You're just a gutter slut who doesn't deserve a man like this. We made love almost continuously the whole time since we left you. I used him to please me and he did so magnificently. He even tied me to the bed and fucked me so many ways I can't even remember. He could have come back to you and left me, but he didn't. He wanted me and he got me. It was so good for him that whenever you make love to him in the future you'll be wondering if he's thinking about me instead of you. I promise you he'll never forget me!" She turned to me briefly and added, "I'll never forget you either."
Gwen looked as if she was ready to speak. I sat on the edge of the bed between the two women. Sally faced Gwen again, hands on hips. The glaring eyes were just as intense as before they tangled.
"Get your stinking ass out of here, you gutter slut, shit bag whore! Maybe you did have a few hours of fun with Hal, but he's mine and mine forever. And as for your stupid comment about a REAL woman, as I recall when my pussy tangled with your tramp twat it was yours that was dominated by my REAL pussy. So get your little ass out of here. I'm not afraid of you!"
Sally responded as coolly as she could, "Don't worry about me. I'm out of here in just a minute. But you said you're not afraid of me? Good, because if I ever see you again I'll make you kiss my ass! Your husband did, you know? ..... AND he loved it too! Bye."
Out the door she went before other words could be spoken.
Feeling rather meek, I sat on the bed waiting for Gwen to share whatever she felt the need to share. I hoped for the best, but feared the worst. I know she had trusted me, but facing the reality of a husband who had just had a 30-hour tryst with your enemy might not be the same as it seemed beforehand.
"Is it true?"
"What?"
"Did you really kiss her ass?"
Feeling honesty was the best policy I confirmed that indeed I had kissed her ass, rather intimately too.
"Was it as good as mine?"
"No dear. Your ass is the sweetest tasting ass I've ever tasted." Not that I'd ever tasted very many. But in fact, taste was surely never the reason I licked bum anyway, so I didn't feel any reason not to go along with her line of questions.
"Was she telling the truth about the rest?"
"Yes. She didn't lie. She and I pretty much fucked like bunnies the whole time. I think she wore me out."
"Did you tie her up?"
"Yes I did. I had her just about every way I could think of for about 6 hours." I hoped that continued brutal honesty would eventually re-forge the bond between us. Risking a bit I continued, "Gwen, I saw you put everything you had into your fight with Sally. I marveled at how you never gave up, but gave 100% of yourself to the battle. I sort of felt that if I did anything less then I would be doing a disservice to your effort. Does that make any sense to you?"
"Maybe in a hundred years, but now it sounds like a bunch of shit to me."
"But dear, didn't you nod twice at me, sort of giving your permission?"
"Yes, of course I did. It wouldn't have been honorable for me not to allow it. After all, I had every intention of using and abusing James had things turned out differently. But I never said you had to like it."
I finally detected a crack in her stern demeanor. Her last phrase had left her lips with just a slight smirk appearing at the corners of her mouth. It was definitely a sign of humor that she had detected within her own words. She knew me well enough from our long marriage that there wasn't much sex I didn't like. So on the very face of it, her statement was a bit ludicrous. How could I 'NOT' like it? Impossible! She knew it too.
Inwardly I breathed a small sigh of relief. "Ok. Ok. I hated it. It was really awful. I wish I'd never been forced to go through all that."
She let a real smile escape now. "You are one bad fucking liar. You know that? You loved it and I don't care. There is one thing though that I hope you were lying about, and that is that she wore you out. Its only Monday and we have the room until tomorrow morning right?" Of course I knew that we had the room until Tuesday checkout, but ever since the party began on Saturday night I hadn't really contemplated that. It took Gwen to remind me.
"Well, dear. I know we have occasionally tested my physical limits, but in all honesty, I've never used up so much of my sexual stamina as I have over the last day and a half. I don't know how much I really have left to give. But Gwen how about you? How are you? Are you all right?"
Gwen came over to me and kissed my head. "Of course I'm OK. You don't think that tramp could keep me down for long do you? I'm all recovered. Now I think we should put our plans for you in motion. Come here Julia."

continued in Chapter 20

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OOPS! I have lost chapter 20. Apparently as I was editing I inadvertently overwrote the original Ch 20 with a copy of Ch 19. That means there is a gap in the story here. I will post Ch 21 & 22 to conclude the story now. Sorry for the error.


VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 21
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 21 - Final Phase
As the girls untied me I contemplated the events of the past two and a half days. I had come here with expectations of increased romance and some sexually exciting times with my wife. Never even in my dreams had I imagined as much sexual heat could happen for me. I had some sort of sex with three other people, one of them male (minor stuff), a sexual rival of my wife, and the 'innocent' photographer. All had been incredible and exciting. Since it was now evening on Monday and I knew we had to return to our home tomorrow, I wondered about the future. I wondered about the immediate future. Were the two ladies done with me? Would they let me have some input into the play? I wondered about the long -term future. Would I ever have any experiences like this again? Would the lovemaking between my wife and myself devolve back to the same humdrum sex of the past, or would this Valentine Special generate a new, more imaginative phase in Gwen and my relationship?
All these questions zipped through my mind as Gwen and Julia loosed my bonds. I rubbed my arms and wondered if they would be offended if I spoke. I decided to risk it. "So girls, if I might ask, how did the two of you come to the situation I now find myself in? What happened after I left?"
The women looked at each other, shared a giggle, and then they told me the story. After I had left with Sally, James had cleaned up, got dressed and with a quick goodbye left them. Gwen had quickly made CDs of the fight and sex action from all her photos and given it to James before he left. Julia comforted Gwen and they slept together. Upon waking they felt the heat and excitement associated with each other's bodies and from there they progressed to repeat sessions of lesbian lovemaking. A series of conversations led them to prepare my welcome back from the 'evil' Sally. Both women professed to be novices at bondage, but I wondered if Julia was telling the truth. Her ease and comfort at dominance made me think she wasn't telling all. They didn't ask anymore about my time with Sally and I thought it best that I keep quiet. What happened between Sally and me would reside only in my brain (until I decided to write it down).
Our stomachs were empty and we ordered room service, eating lightly our Monday evening meal. After dinner Julia regretfully mentioned that she had to work the next morning and she would have to leave soon. Together we decided that a three-way bath would be an appropriate finale to our menage-a-trois.
We filled the Jacuzzi with hot water and bubbles, turned on the jets and climbed in together. I sat between the women and within moments a wet groping session was underway. Six hands roamed. Lips shared their liquid kiss with the others. Breasts were fondled. Asses were grabbed. Pussies and a cock were plundered. We spent about an hour in the water, hooking up numerous times in many different ways. I buried my tongue inside each woman. They shared an underwater 69. I fucked them both, purging my soiled soul of its demons. While I fucked Julia, Gwen sucked my balls into her mouth and then they swapped positions and I luxuriated in the total sensual experience. Gwen and Julia ground cxnts together again and again under the water as I played with their lovely tits. Julia knelt doggie style at the side of the tub and offered her behind to me. I eagerly plunged my cock into her wet cove. A few hard thrusts later she turned sweetly to me and suggested I try the 'other' hole. Gwen sucked my balls into her mouth as I repositioned my cock at the entrance of her poop chute and with the oral encouragement from Gwen's talented mouth I worked it into Julia. Julia got pretty loud with her endorsement of what I was doing. "Yeah, fuck my ass. Fuck me good Hal."
I obliged as best I could, plunging in and out of her puckered opening. The tight squeeze she put on my cock was another delightful benefit for me. I fucked her ass for at least five minutes with Gwen inhaling my balls as best she could. Tiring of her predicament she decided that she wanted a little hiney action too. She stood up and knelt beside Julia and told me to give it to her in the ass. This would be her first time! Evidently she had told Julia that her ass was virgin territory to a cock because Julia offered her encouragement this way, "Go girl. Give him your ass. Show him a good time inside you back there. You'll like it too, once you get used to it."
I certainly didn't need any more encouragement and I moved 18 inches to my right and found her tight doorway. We were all quite wet from the water and I had to push repeatedly before the tip of my cock wedged half an inch into her asshole. Julia offered more encouragement. "Just push like you need to eliminate and when he pushes towards you it'll slide right in."
On Gwen's second try following her instructions my cock found itself 3 inches deep. In just a few more wiggles and pushes my shaft was fully buried inside her dark cave. Gwen had grunted and let out a few bear-like sounds as I entered. We wiggled our bodies to begin some sort of rhythm. I didn't want to hurt her by going all out right away. Slowly we built up a tempo and my cock began to have an easier time of it. Her hips started humping back at me and I watched as my cock stretched her hole and pulled the skin outward and then pushed it back inward on my alternating strokes. Her fucking action became more and more vigorous as she became accustomed to the size, feel, and motion. Eventually we were banging each other with the same sort of vitality as a cxnt-cock copulation. I reached under by leaning over and grabbed her hanging udders. I latched onto my wife with both hands, gripping her massive tits, kneading them, pinching them, shaking them, and all the while I banged her ass with a kind of violent jamming I would never have dreamed of with Gwen before. But Gwen was really getting into the hard stuff. She whacked her ass back against me and grunted and groaned for more. "Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass." Over and over she begged for me to ram my boner home. So I did: repeatedly. Julia wedged herself between Gwen and the edge of the tub and began eating her pussy as best she could. I think I forced her head into the side of the tub a few too many times though and she got herself back out of there in a hurry. Something must have given her an inspiration because she hopped out of the tub quickly and retrieved the long dong toy that she quickly strapped onto her groin in place. She positioned herself behind me and began working to wedge it into my ass for a second go round. But I wasn't about to stop and let her have an easy time of it. I kept ramming into Gwen for all I was worth and it took Julia two or three minutes of trying before she hit the right angle and timing to plunge it into my backside. There I was, a good old 'Lucky Pierre,' my ass getting reamed by Julia and her strap-on toy as I gave Gwen her first anal sex. For some reason my hard-on remained rigid for a long time, even though I was not ready to orgasm. My ejaculations had nearly drained my seminal resources, but my arousal could be maintained for a lot longer than I was used to.
We rolled along as a threesome this way for several more minutes. I was enjoying my predicament immensely when Julia mentioned that I was the lucky one and she would like to take my spot. Ever the gentleman, I pulled out of Gwen who maintained her ready position as Julia swapped into the middle position. We were both so anxious to get fucking that we began poking our cocks at the hole in front of us. She jammed her toy into Gwen's ass while I pushed my real dick into Julia from behind. We hit a pace immediately that was just as joyful as the pace of before. I have to admit that I really loved fucking Julia in the ass. Her tight behind constricted my cock wonderfully, giving every square millimeter of my shaft a delightful sensation as it passed through her python constrictor sphincter. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I just murmured my pleasure at the sensation. My hands were now reaching around Julia, grabbing and playing with her D size tits. I relished her hard nipples as they bent to my fingers. Her firm globes didn't give way as much as Gwen's did when I squeezed her. Indeed, being younger than 30, her tits were considerably firmer than Sally's also. I loved playing with them. My wife was feeling Julia's hands groping her own tits unmercifully. With so much going on it was sensual overload. I could smell the joyous fragrance of womanly arousal. It mixed with the bubble bath and my own masculine sweat-smell, creating a very heady mix that worked its wonders slowly but deliberately. Gwen began to shout and pant and lose her breath as she accepted Julia's ass fucking. Her own hands worked her pussy to a frenzy and she shot into an orgasm, which in turn set Julia off, which worked its way back to me. I finished last this time. As the other two humped back at their intruder, their blissful orgasm waning, I shot my load into Julia's ass. I slumped back onto the floor of the tub as did the other two. We smiled and basked in the wonderful afterglow of our three-way coupling.
A final cleanup followed and we dried off. I was amazed that a few tears were actually shed. Julia was preparing to leave and she admitted that she didn't want to leave. She wished that the excitement and strong feelings she shared with us, especially with Gwen, could continue. She made it well known that if we ever wanted to have another getaway she would love an invitation to 'dinner.' She had prepared the disks with all the 'Sally' pictures and gave them to me. She also gave me her business card. She was one of three photographers who worked for a small local company. Whenever she worked weekends she was given the Monday next off and that was what had happened this weekend. Her card had written on the back her personal e-mail address. I smiled as I noted that it was there and she gave me a coy smile in return. Gwen and Julia hugged, drying each other's tears. Gwen thanked Julia for being there after the fight and also for the eye-opening experiences she had shared. She didn't have to say so, but what she was referring to was the expanded sexuality associated with lesbian lovemaking and the erotic possibilities of bondage as part of love play. I also thanked her for the expert photography (a sneak peak at a handful of the photos as she burned the CD made it plain that they were of very high quality - close-ups of some of Sally and Gwen's tangling allowed perception of individual hair follicles with their growth sprouting out and encircling each other), also for being there for Gwen in my absence, and for the exquisite sharing of her body with me also. I looked at Gwen as I noted my pleasure from my couplings with Julia and was pleased to see that she didn't seem the least bit jealous.
Julia gathered her photography equipment and I helped her carry them to her car. I kissed her a soft kiss on the cheek that she returned in kind. We said goodbye and I watched her drive off into the snowy night air.

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VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 22
(By HGHUNT)
Chapter 22 - Husband and Wife
I returned to the warmth of our hotel room. Gwen was waiting for me, already in bed. The hour was late and we would be returning to our home in the morning. It was the first time we could talk quietly and in private since before the ball had begun back on Saturday night. So much had transpired since that time, so many thoughts buffeted my brain, and I was pretty confused by it all, that I didn't know just how to start up a 'regular' conversation with my wife. She obviously felt the same way, but somehow I thought she might have a better handle on all the events than me and I let her take the lead in our conversation. After I had brushed my teeth and crawled under the covers and wrapped my body around hers in our customary hug, Gwen began to talk.
"Hal, do you think we can talk about what just happened?"
"Of course dear, yes."
"Do you still love me?"
"Of course I do. I love you as much, no, make that more than ever. I won't lie to you. My time with Sally was extraordinarily exciting and lusty sex. But it is you that I love and will always love. Now, my question for you is: can you still love me?"
"Absolutely! I have trusted you for all these years and what happened between you and Sally is entirely my fault. If I had beaten her like I should have then you wouldn't have been put in the predicament. Its not your fault."
"I remember you nodding your head as I was about to leave with Sally. What were you thinking at that moment?"
Gwen paused just a moment. "You know what I meant. It meant that I trusted you, loved you, and you had my permission to go with Sally. After all I had already witnessed you having sex with her. I figured if I could live through that then I could live through whatever you and she did alone."
I pondered momentarily and asked another question. "Doesn't that mean that since the two of you had each promised to 'take your reward' after winning that you would have done the same thing as she did? Wouldn't you have taken James for your own plaything if you had beaten Sally?"
"Absolutely! You bet I would have. There is no way I would have promised her something and then not followed through. I wanted to beat her skanky ass so bad! I hate her! I hate that fucking bitch!" I could feel the fire burning inside my wife. Bringing Sally back into the conversation certainly stoked Gwen's fire!
I changed the topic towards the role of Julia. "Ok. Ok. I understand that you hate Sally. You made that very clear even before we left the ballroom. But what about Julia; you seemed so at ease with her sexually? You always told me that you never had a lesbian experience and yet the two of you were quite an item, based on what I heard from underneath the bag." I chuckled at the reminder of my predicament and that brought a little giggle from Gwen also. "What made the two of you get so intimate?"
Gwen sighed a bit and hugged me closer. "It just happened. I had already been pretty intimate with Sally, even though it wasn't in a loving way. I had really powerful orgasms with Sally and Julia just exploited my weakness." She paused and reconsidered her statement. "No. I don't mean she exploited me. Its just that she felt sorry for me, she comforted me, I accepted her emotional support and with the intense physicality of what we had already shared, it just seemed natural to share with her that way too. It was really great. I never dreamed that I could love a woman physically before, but after fucking and eating and sharing with Julia, I have definitely changed my outlook on that. You know Hal, for years you have told me about your fantasies of having two women at once or of watching me with another woman. So now that you've been involved with both, how does reality measure up to your fantasies?"
"Oh God! It doesn't even deserve to be compared. The reality of watching you with Sally and then with Julia was so overwhelmingly erotic I can't even begin to describe it. And then when Julia and you decided to 'make me pay' for my transgressions it was wonderful beyond belief. I know you weren't trying to hurt me, but the sliver of fear that runs through your mind when you are constricted like I was just adds a whole additional coating on top of the already fabulous eroticism. I'll admit, some of what you did hurt me, but not enough to counter the wonderful sexuality of having you and Julia use me as you saw fit. It was just, well,.... SMASHING!"
"I knew you'd like it. We had a lot of fun getting ready. We went out and found a shop with plenty of lingerie and an adult novelty shop too. That's where we got those crops. Do you think you could ever give me a taste of my own medicine sometime?"
"Oh, hell yes! I'd love to play with you that way. I'd love to have you do me some more too." We lay quietly for a few moments. I went on with another question. "Does this mean that our humdrum sex life is about to take a more adventurous turn?"
Gwen answered right away. "You better believe it. Maybe we will have 'ordinary' sex sometimes, but I'll sure make it a point to push you to your limits from now on. I had so much fucking fun this weekend that I want to do it all over again."
Her last comment sent shivers up my spine. "Does that mean you want to fight Sally again?"
"You're damn right. I can't wait to tangle with her again. No offense to you or Julia, but honestly, that was by far the most excitement I felt in my whole God Damned Life!" Now Gwen doesn't usually swear like that, but when she really wanted to emphasize herself she occasionally resorted to such language. So with her firm comment I knew she really meant it.
"Well that brings up a couple of questions. First, just exactly how did your feud with her start? Second, how will we ever find them? We don't even know their last name."
"I already told you how our feud started. I told you when we were still in the ball. She started bumping me, staring at me, running her eyes up and down my body and scowling at me whenever our eyes met. She was just an evil bitch and there was no way I could feel like a real woman and not confront her with her obnoxiousness. I HAD to fight with her! If you hadn't arranged something I think I would have attacked her right there during the dance. It was inevitable."
She took a deep breath, seeming to calm herself down from the frothy mood she was in just from discussing her sexy confrontation with Sally. Finally she answered my second question as I continued to hug her close. She put her lips to my ear and whispered ever so quietly, as if to emphasize what she was saying, "Before James left our room he handed Julia his business card. On the back he had written a short note. It said, "If Gwen might ever consider a renewal of tonight's festivities please contact me." He signed it 'James' and his email address was written below. So if you are wondering about that you don't have to wonder any more."
"Wow!" I exclaimed in a soft voice. "Would you really consider a rematch with Sally? It could be pretty intense don't you think?"
"Exactly. Like I said before. I was more alive and more excited fighting her with my sex and my body than anything else EVER!!! I would only change one thing. I WOULD WIN!!!"
I gave my quick answer before thinking a bit more deeply. "Of course you would my dear." I didn't want to dampen her longing for another fight with Sally, but deep inside I felt it was my duty to protect my wife. "Honey, are you really sure you would challenge Sally again if you had the opportunity? You nearly did beat her. You proved your pussy superior to hers and when you started catfighting you were in control for much of the fight, but she eventually wore you down. After all, she is six years younger than you and probably in better shape. A second fight would probably be at least as strenuous as the first. Is it really worth it?"
"Are you doubting me?" Gwen didn't take my concern as a put-down, but she still wanted to know if I thought she could win. "She got lucky you know when she managed to tie me up with my own stockings. That would never happen again. I will be more than ready for that bitch anytime, anyplace."
"No I don't doubt you. I just want to make sure you aren't looking at another confrontation through rose-colored glasses. The reality of another fight is that it could be quite brutal. Even the winner isn't likely to be in real good shape. I'm not sure I want you to be put through all of that."
"Are you my husband or not?"
I answered, "Of course I am. I will support you in whatever decision you make." I almost went on to add more cautionary thoughts but I held my tongue.
"Good. Then it's set, you will contact James within a month and announce my intention to put Sally in her place, BOTH sexually and physically." She spoke with an air of authority and matter-of-factness that made it seem fait accompli. "We can come right back to this hotel or we can meet somewhere else. I would be happy to meet her alone, but if the husbands want to be with us to watch that is fine as well. All I want is the chance to go up against her one more time."
I sighed a resigned sigh, letting her know that I would follow her wishes and support her 100%. She sensed my support (not necessarily approval) and my horniness. "That does excite you doesn't it Hal?"
"I can't deny it. Watching you two lovely ladies battle each other in all those intimate ways was intoxicating to me. It was like I had goose bumps on every surface and interior part of my body. As 'alive' as you say you felt, I felt the same just watching you go at each other. So for the sake of my libido I only have one thought: 'I can't wait'."
She hugged me hard again and threw her leg over my body. "Happy Valentines Day," she said. We made love sweetly together one last time before we drifted off to sleep.
Morning came too soon. But we made it out of bed and through our cleanup chores and checked out before the deadline. We headed home through peaceful light snowflakes drifting down from a gray February sky.
The End

[hghunt999]

What was lost is found! I surprised myself by finding my lost Chapter 20 in the wayback machine archive. It was not lost forever. So here it is. Best to read this between Chapters 19 & 21.

VALENTINES BALL - CHAPTER 20


        (By HGHUNT)


        Chapter 20 - Julia Isn't a Spectator Anymore


        I must have looked dazed. "Julia?" I thought. "What is she doing
        here?" She walked through the door from the adjacent suite. I
        was stunned. It was the same woman but she definitely was very,
        very different than the one that so professionally snapped all
        those photos. She was dressed to the max in black. She wore a
        black leather collar with silver studs all around. Long black
        gloves adorned her arms. A black corset, cinched tight at the
        waist bracketed her torso. A black half bra, tits spilling out,
        emphasized breasts that I had imagined were at least a D-cup. I
        was right, judging by the appearance now. A black garter belt,
        panties, stockings, and knee high boots with long spiked heels
        rounded out her adornment. Whack, whack, whack. A leather riding
        crop held in her right hand smacked repeatedly into her left
        hand as she glared at me.


        In a sneering voice she chided me, "You have been a very bad
        boy. Yes, a very, very bad boy. You were not supposed to enjoy
        that woman. You were not supposed to have fun with that bitch.
        You were supposed to stay here with us. YOU left us. We had no
        recourse but to keep each other happy in your absence. But now
        that you are back, you need to be taught some manners." She
        whacked her crop against one of her boots, creating a loud
        smack. My eyes must have looked as big as saucers.


        "Oh don't worry dear, we won't kill you. Hehe." Gwen giggled.
        The gleam in her eye gave away much, even though I certainly was
        in the dark about exactly what had gone on in my absence. But
        one thing was clear. Gwen had NOT been alone for the last 30 hours.


        Right at that moment I was reminded of the phrase 'be careful
        for what you wish for, you just might get it.' I came up to this
        hotel with Gwen, hoping to 'spice up our sex life.' Up to this
        point it had exceeded my wildest imaginings and apparently it
        wasn't over yet. I never really considered not complying with
        their wishes, but it was scary. I didn't really know Julia all
        that well, even considering that I had stuck my finger in her
        ass (through her panties, anyway).


        Gwen went on, "Do you have to go to the bathroom? Because now is
        the time to take care of your body functions. You aren't going
        to have much freedom for a while. GOT IT?"


        I suspected that my fate was inevitable and that my best
        recourse of action was to comply and comply meekly. That was
        basically a trend I had fallen into ever since my wife had begun
        her conflict with Sally. "Yes, ma'am." I went to the bathroom
        and made ready. I came out to see my wife wearing an outfit that
        was almost a match for Julia's wardrobe. The basic difference
        was that it was mostly purple, but with black accents. She
        evidently had the outfit on under her casual clothes and just by
        lifting her shirt and stepping out of her jeans she was raring
        to go, so to speak. She too had a frayed little whip in her
        hand. She looked stunning and sexy in her tall purple boots and
        crotchless panties.


        "Take your clothes off." It was Julia demanding my compliance.


        "Right away mistress." I thought it might be cool to play the
        submissive role. I hurried to get out of my clothes, but it
        wasn't fast enough.


        Gwen grabbed my hair and yanked my head towards her face. "Don't
        waste our time!" She practically spit the words out of her mouth.


        Julia demanded again, "Go stand behind that wing chair over in
        the corner. Face the corner."


        I stepped quickly to the corner.


        I heard rustling behind me and waited. One of the ladies
        switches flew through the air and landed on my shoulder. I
        winced in pain. Just a second later I felt the other bite into
        my other shoulder. "You will do exactly as we demand. When we
        demand it." Julia again was talking. It sounded as if she must
        have had some practice with this stuff. Her voice was pretty scary.


        "Put your hands behind your back." This time it was Gwen.
        Quickly I complied. "Good," was all she said in response.


        Julia tied my hands tightly and threw a cloth bag of some sort
        over my head. While Julia tied my hands, Gwen busied herself
        with my feet. I was totally constrained. They left my cock alone.


        I could hear their voices and other noises quite well, but I
        couldn't see anything. They stepped back away and I heard their
        conversation.


        Gwen: "You don't think he'll cause us any trouble do you?"


        Julia: "No, he'll be a good boy now."


        Gwen: "Oh Julia, this is so exciting. I can hardly wait to make
        Hal pay for being such a bad boy. I really appreciate the way
        you helped me get over the other night. The way you comforted me
        was so special. After everyone had left but you, I was feeling
        really alone. But you were there for me. You stroked my hair."


        Julia: "Like this?"


        Gwen: "Yes, just like this. I was practically naked and you were
        so turned on by watching Sally and me go at it that you took off
        some of your own clothes. But before that didn't you discover
        something about my husband? What was it again?"


        Julia: "While I was taking pictures of you and Sally, with Hal
        looking over my shoulder, he humped my ass."


        Gwen: "You mean like this?" I heard the smack/thud sound of one
        body bumping another.


        Julia: "Yeah, like that. While I was bent over he pushed his
        hard cock right at my ass. As horny as you were making me, I
        pushed right back too. Like this." I heard another thump of what
        was evidently Julia mimicking what went on before between us.
        What she wasn't saying though was that it was SHE who humped ME
        first. I figured in my predicament I'd better keep my mouth shut.


        Gwen: "You mentioned something else my sneaky bastard husband
        did a little later. What was that?"


        Julia: "He stuck his finger in my ass, right under my dress and
        through my panties which were quite wet thanks to you and Sally."


        Gwen: "Like this?" There was silence for a moment. I couldn't
        hear, but my imagination was certainly working.


        Julia: "Yes. Yes. Just like that. I could feel his finger
        probing my ass and then he pushed my panties right inside my
        tight bum. Wiggle your finger. Yes. Like that. Oh, what a tease
        you are. Why did you take your finger out?"


        Gwen: "What's your hurry Julia, we've got lots of time for
        exploration. Lets have a little fun and make Hal listen."


        For the next hour or more I stood in the corner listening to
        what sounded like a replay of some of what transpired after I
        had left with Sally so early Sunday morning. I heard the sounds
        of them kissing, fondling, rubbing breasts, fingers inserted
        inside wet pussies, mouths sucking clitty, and even crotch
        rubbing. I couldn't always tell whose voice I was hearing or
        whose pussy was making those sloshing sounds of love. But it was
        obvious that the two ladies had spent considerable time making
        love to each other during the time I spent with Sally. Evidently
        they had made a shopping trip somewhere to find the outfits and
        toys they had. The sounds of lesbian love were all I could hear,
        but it was enough to bring my cock back to attention. Slowly it
        grew, eventually pointing straight out at the corner of the
        room. The girls were obviously having fun behind me.


        Gwen: "Get out of those panties! I want to feel your pussy
        against mine."


        Julia: "Are you sure your pussy is ready for my juicy cxnt? Last
        time my pussy practically twisted yours into a pretzel if I recall."


        Gwen: "That's ancient history. My pussy will dominate your puny
        twat. Just bring it on!"


        I heard the rustling of bedding as the two ladies lined up.


        Gwen: "Ooohh. I feel your pussy. You are all wet for me aren't you?"


        Julia: "You're the juicy one; all running out on the bed,
        anxious to feel my clit."


        Gwen: "Can't you rub any better than that? Rub me!" she demanded.


        Julia: "Your little clit better start moving. I don't like
        wasting my time pummeling your puny clit unless it fights back.
        Come on girl, wiggle."


        The two ladies went back and forth, each downgrading the cxnt-
        humping prowess of the other, even as the sounds of their
        coupling reached my ears, interspersed with low moans that gave
        away their real pleasure. Eventually they were shouting at each
        other to grind harder, pump faster, and push their clits
        together more. I could hear their wet flesh splashing together
        and sooner than expected I heard them screaming their mutual
        orgasms. As the sounds of their orgasms faded their conversation
        returned to focus on me.


        Gwen: "Well, do you think he got a boner from listening to us?"


        Julia: "Oh, I'll bet he did. But there's only one way to find out."


        I heard them get off the bed and approach.


        Gwen: "TURN AROUND!" I was fearful of doing so, but even more
        fearful of not.


        Julia: "See, I told you he'd be hard. Hey, Hal. We didn't tell
        you to get a hard-on. You weren't supposed to do that without
        our permission. You need to be punished for that."


        Snap! I felt the sting of something smack my rigid cock. It felt
        like little stingy nettles. Snap! I felt another blow to my
        cock, harder, and made by a more rod-like device. Snap! Whack!
        Snap! Whack! At least twenty stinging blows landed on my cock
        before they quit. It seemed that they were taking turns with
        their slightly different riding crops. The blows hurt like hell,
        but the pain did not cause me to lose my erection. I winced at
        each blow or expected blow, and even when they were done I
        cringed at the thought of feeling their sting again.


        Julia: "Oh, poor baby. All hard and hot and nowhere to put it."
        She spoke in a voice that was syrupy with its mock empathy for
        me. Even with Julia making fun of my predicament I couldn't help
        but be excited.


        Gwen: "Maybe we should try on those big strap-ons we found? I
        think a little bum fucking might be in order."


        Julia: "Step over here." She was pulling on my elbow to the
        left. I followed her while Gwen moved some furniture a little
        bit. Julia led me back to where I had been and pushed my back
        downwards to where I felt my chest push against the back of the
        chair. The ladies busied themselves in tying my feet to the back
        legs of the chair and then my hands were released from behind my
        back and brought over the front of the chair, stretched out far
        and tied with a length of rope to the front legs of the chair.
        My legs were apart about two feet and I could feel cool air
        tickling my ass. I was afraid that might not be all that tickled
        me before long. I turned out to be right.


        Gwen: "I've never worn one of these before. Help my put it on."
        She was asking Julia for help.


        Julia: "Sure." I could hear faint sounds of devices being
        attached, followed by: "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it
        in no time. Why don't you find a good place to put a little of
        this K-Y?" I knew what she was referring to.


        Gwen: "Oh, I know just the spot." With that I felt Gwen's
        fingers rub a large moist glob of jelly on my ass. She rubbed it
        around the area real good and then I felt her finger plunge
        inside my ass, rubbing the jelly inside real good. I sucked in a
        breath at the intrusion.


        Julia: "What's the matter big boy? What's good for the goose is
        good for the gander you know?" She laughed a sadistic little
        laugh that caused Gwen to join in. Both ladies chuckled at my
        predicament, knowing full well that I wouldn't be inclined to
        enjoy what they were about to do.


        Gwen: "I get to go first!" She sounded gleeful as she stood
        behind me. Her hands squeezed my ass. I thought it felt pretty
        good actually, but in an instant I felt the sting of one of
        those crops. "You are not going to enjoy this!"


        Now my ass began to get a blistering. The crops went wild with
        whipping action; sharp stings, solid whacks, vicious growls came
        to my ears as the two women made my ass burn with the pain of
        dozens of whip marks. I don't think they were trying to turn me
        into hamburger, but it sure as hell hurt! I knew that was only
        the warm-up!


        As quickly as the blows started they stopped. I was breathing
        rather raggedly at that time but what came next practically took
        my breath completely away. I felt a hard object probing my
        asshole. As soon as it was lined up I felt a thrust and the
        dildo plunged into my ass. I guess the K-Y did the job since it
        glided in deeply the first thrust.


        Julia: "Go girl! Fuck him in the ass. Show him what it feels
        like. Yeah, that's it. Move those hips."


        I could feel Gwen banging me from behind with a solid rhythm
        that was as if she was a natural. I couldn't really judge the
        size of the device that was plundering my hole, but it
        definitely gave me a feeling of fullness. She fucked my for
        several minutes alone. But then I heard more. It made me cringe.


        Gwen: "Since we know Hal likes to share when he's fucking a
        woman, maybe we should show him what it's like on the receiving
        end of a double fuck?"


        Julia: "Great idea girl. Move over a little bit."


        I felt Gwen slide a little to the right, but she kept her dildo
        planted in my butt. I sensed Julia moving in behind me and next
        to Gwen. Another dildo probed my anus. I could feel it's head
        gently prodding Gwen's dildo and gaining slight entrance to me.
        Then, like Gwen, she rammed into me, stretching my hole double.
        My ass hurt from the stretching but the girls didn't seem to
        care about that. I must have whimpered through my predicament
        continuously, even though it could have been much worse. I found
        out later that the two dildos were each quite long to
        accommodate the side-by-side angle of their fucking, but they
        were both slender in girth. At the time it seemed to me that
        they were monstrous, however.


        Gwen: "How do you like it Hal? Getting fucked by two dicks at
        the same time must feel pretty good, huh? It sure is fun to
        share your hole with Julia, I'll say that much."


        Julia: "Come on Hal, tell us how good it feels to get double
        butt fucked. We want to know how much you like it."


        I contemplated whether I should answer and finally I concluded
        it best that I do. So while their two long plastic cocks were
        alternately ramming deep into my butt I managed to squeak out my
        answer. "Yes. Oh yes, that feels good. So good to have those
        cocks banging my ass. Can't you please fuck me harder?" I don't
        know what made me say it. I should have shut up.


        Bang, bang, bang. Their strokes instantly became longer, deeper,
        and harder. I could feel the power of Gwen's hips as she blasted
        her strap-on into me from behind. Julia matched Gwen stroke for
        stroke. They made a hell of a team actually. I returned to
        whimpering and I noticed how hard my cock was, pointing out at
        the chair, scraping the back of the chair with every thrust.
        Soon the friction from the back of the cloth chair riding
        against the underside of my cock, as it pointed out and up from
        my groin, began to elevate my horniness. I started groaning as
        the sensation of the chair pleasured my cock. I knew I would
        come shortly if they kept this up. The girls heard my moans
        before I could come on the back of the chair.


        Gwen: "I do believe my dear hubby is going to come. We can't
        have him wasting his seed now can we? That would be BAD."


        I felt her dildo pull out of my ass. She reached around to grab
        my cock. She sensed its hardness and imminent release. Quickly
        she sat on the floor between my legs, forced her head between my
        groin and the chair and sucked my cock into her mouth. Julia
        slowed her fucking long enough for Gwen to get in position and
        then the two went to work. Julia returned to fucking my ass,
        which caused my cock to ram into Gwen's waiting mouth. Gwen
        sucked with a vengeance I'd never felt from her before. I had
        been so close before that my orgasm came in less than ten
        strokes of Julia's dildo up my ass. The feeling was incredible
        again, as my ass took a pummeling from Julia and my cock felt
        liquefied inside Gwen's waiting mouth. I shot my sperm inside
        her mouth and she swallowed every drop. Swallowing was not
        formerly one of the activities in Gwen's bedroom repertoire.
        Evidently circumstances like these can cause changes in
        behavior. This was one instance where I wasn't complaining.


        Julia's thrusts slowed to a modest pace, forcing my cock in and
        out of Gwen's mouth slowly for the next minute or so. Finally
        Gwen recognized my fading erection and the last drops of semen
        had been scavenged from the tip of my dick. She pulled away and
        stood up behind me again. Julia pulled the toy from my ass.
        Evidently the two shared some silent joke as they both giggled
        while I remained tied over the back of the chair.


        I could hear them moving about the room without talking. I heard
        water running in the bathroom. They returned and stood near me
        once again. Whispered comments not quite loud enough for me to
        make out were all I could hear. I felt their hands undo the
        knots on my feet and then my arms. The bag was still over my
        head. They led me to the bed, lay me on my back and proceeded to
        re-tie my hands and feet, this time to the legs of the bed at
        all four corners. I was spread-eagled and still at their mercy.


        Finally they took the bag from my head. I needed only a moment
        for my eyes to adjust to the light, after all the drapes were
        pulled and it wasn't very bright. Instantly my eyes focused in
        on the two women. Both still wore their dark undergarments
        except for panties. Neither woman had panties on. I now got my
        first good look at Julia's pussy. She had a small dark patch of
        bush, similar in size to my wife's, and shaved lips also. Even
        with 20+ years separating them in age their bush grooming was
        just about the same. Gwen caught me staring. "Are you looking at
        Julia's pussy? Normally I might punish you for that, but since
        Julia has been such a dear to me, and since I want you to forget
        that bitch Sally, I think maybe you might get a little taste of
        Julia before long. Wouldn't you like that Julia?"


        Julia: "As long as he has enough tongue left for his wife, I
        won't mind if his mouth latches on to my cxnt."


        Gwen: "Before that I think he should be reminded of how much
        love two women can share. Let's give him a show."


        Prospects were certainly getting better all the time, even
        though I was captive. They were still wearing their dildos
        (evidently the water running in the bathroom was to clean them
        up) when they climbed on the bed next to mine. Their long (10
        inches I think) rods bounced in front of them. They must have
        discussed what they were going to do because they immediately
        crouched on the bed facing each other, their dildos bouncing
        towards each other's crotch. The dildo strap design gave access
        to their pussies underneath the base of the dildos. So by
        angling carefully they maneuvered towards each other, guided the
        rods into their waiting pussies and they inch by inch slid
        closer together. The dildos weren't very flexible so their
        motions weren't natural, but they somehow got a fucking rhythm
        going. Back and forth they pushed, causing the dildo they were
        wearing to glide inside the other girl while they were
        themselves impaled by the other toy. I could hear their pussy's
        liquid lining suction, pop, and squish as the toys wiggled in
        and out. The plastic toys banged into each other with occasional
        clicks and the women grunted and groaned as they fucked each
        other with their long strap-ons.


        Julia: "Fuck me Gwen. Fuck me with that long cock. Poke me into
        next week and I'll poke you right back."


        Gwen: "That's right. Do it bitch! Fuck ME with your cock."


        Back and forth went their banter as their fuck rhythm picked up.
        Even with the awkward angle they managed to get at least half a
        cock into each other and they rammed home time and time again as
        their dirty talk and moaning and whimpering grew more ragged,
        disjointed, and most assuredly louder.


        Gwen: "Come for me bitch. Come on baby, come on my cock!"


        Julia: "Be my guest. You first. Come on old bitch. Squeeze my
        cock and come all over it!"


        While their comments didn't have the viciousness associated with
        Gwen vs Sally, the motivation here was real. Each wanted to
        prove they could make the other girl come first. They used trash
        talk as motivation. Apparently it was working because in a few
        minutes they were panting, crying, and begging for more. Their
        powerful hip thrusts were becoming more poorly timed, but still
        effective. Gwen actually came first, a few moments before Julia
        who followed Gwen in short order. Gwen cried out her 'fuck-me's'
        over and over again as Julia's toy plunged into her again and
        again. Julia soon followed with her own round of 'fuck-me's.' I
        lay spellbound at the sight of the women banging each other like
        that. My cock had returned to partial erection at the sight and
        sounds of their coupling. As the two pulled apart they glanced
        over to see my state. A smile appeared on Julia's mouth, quickly
        followed by a broad grin on Gwen's face as well.


        Julia: "Look at Mr. Hal over there. It seems he must have liked
        the entertainment. I see his cock is already on the move."


        Gwen: "Poor guy. It seems all he can do the past couple of days
        is be forced to watch sex and have sex with beautiful women.
        You'd think he'd be all petered out?"


        Julia: "Yeah, but he must have some reserves that haven't yet
        been tapped. I suggest we keep tapping them until he can't raise
        even a millimeter anymore."


        Gwen: "Lets see if we can bring that tool of his 'up to par.'
        Maybe two tongues at once might do the trick?"


        The two ladies unstrapped their dildos and moved over to the bed
        I was on. Without any delay they went for my cock with their
        lovely mouths. Two tongues, two sets of lips, and two mouthfuls
        of teeth began to tease and pleasure my cock. First one then the
        other would suck it into her mouth, liquefy my rising rod, and
        then give way for the other to repeat the pleasure. Occasionally
        they would mutually press their lips on one side of my cock,
        their lips meeting half way around. Their tongues would dance
        delightfully on opposing sides of my dick as they worked their
        way from tip to base and back to the tip again. Oh God, how
        wonderful that felt. Sometimes I would feel their teeth biting
        gently, scraping along its length, which by four or five minutes
        into their fellatio-fest was fully erect again.


        Because of the multitude of seminal discharges I had over the
        past 48 hours, I was not in imminent danger of coming, so the
        girls played and played with my cock for nearly half an hour.
        The women were quite a sight for my eyes as they pleasured me. I
        wished for my hands to be free so that I could grab some of the
        fine flesh: so close but yet so far.


        Gwen: "Julia, I think maybe Hal has a tongue that could be put
        to good use. Why don't you see if he can find his way around
        inside your pussy?"


        Julia: "Mmmmm. I'll bet he can. He BETTER!"


        She immediately left my cock in the good mouth of my wife while
        she swapped position and plopped her pussy directly on my face.
        Before I could even slide my tongue out she began to grind her
        pussy on my nose. I was overwhelmed by the woman-scent. Julia
        was drenching my face with her juicy perfume. I swooned at the
        powerful womanly odor. It was strong but light, sweeter than
        either Sally or Gwen, but still musky with hormones. Julia had
        sat facing Gwen and in a moment she had let her weight press
        down on my face. She had settled in with my nose buried fully
        inside her twat with her clit pressing down onto my mouth. My
        tongue flicked and wiggled between her lips and found her
        hardened nub of a clit. Raising her butt off my face just often
        enough to allow me a quick breath, she would immediately grind
        back down, suffocating me for a moment, only to repeat herself.
        I loved her clitty, refusing to be bothered by the weight of her
        body pressing down on my face. I attacked her clit and forward
        areas of her shaved lips, savoring every drop of liquid and
        every nuance of texture. Her clit moved side to side under the
        pressure of my tongue. Often I would suck her protrusion into my
        mouth and chew on it with my front teeth. Mindful of its
        sensitivity I never went overboard with pressure, instead
        focusing on giving her clit the best I could give. She evidently
        liked it enough. Her crotch continued to push and swivel against
        me, never resting for more than a second.


        I heard Julia, sounding quite distant to my ears, "Gwen, you
        were right. He DOES have a talented tongue. You are a lucky
        woman. Too bad he had to waste the last day and a half with
        Sally. She got more than she deserved when she took Hal."


        Gwen interjected, "Don't worry about that now. We've got him
        right where we want him." She stopped sucking my cock long
        enough to speak. "I think his cock would feel real good up my
        pussy right about now." A quick cock-mount followed her comment.
        The Lone Ranger would have been proud of the way she threw her
        leg over me and rode off in an instant. My cock glided slickly
        into her wet, sopping cxnt. Gwen faced Julia and she began a
        grind on my cock that rivaled Julia's facial grinding. They each
        had their own rhythm, but I didn't care if they were not
        synchronized. The rocking rhythm on my face and the hard pushing
        and plunging on my cock had me spiraling upwards towards some
        extra heavenly bliss. Even with my hands and feet bound I was
        absorbing more feminine sexuality than at any time previously.
        My wife slid up and back, squeezing her pussy around my cock on
        every stroke. The delicious textures of her cxnt melted my
        cock's resistance. For several minutes she fucked me with long
        strokes, but eventually she chose short little grinding wiggles,
        much like Julia. I think she leaned forward enough to press her
        clit against my hairy groin, generating electrical jolts in her
        that needed quenching. I surmised from some of the sounds that
        the two hot-blooded women were not idle above me. I heard
        distinct sounds of kissing as their bodies leaned towards each
        other. My view was blocked by Julia's fine ass crushing down on
        me, but I was sure the ladies were now pleasuring each other
        above the waist with as much enthusiasm as I was trying to give
        them below the waist. My hips rocked upward and plunged into
        Gwen as my tongue buried itself in Julia's pink cave. We went on
        like this for what seemed forever. I don't know how long it was,
        but I know I was certainly getting tired as the ladies pleasured
        their pussies on my prone body. Gwen's ass became more and more
        insistent. Her thrusts banged into me harder and harder. Her
        grinding, twisting, and rotating was met by my equally insistent
        upward and forward thrusts. I have always loved Gwen's hot
        pussy, and now fucking her hot cxnt, while lovely young Julia
        plastered her pussy all over my face, my breathing interrupted
        and defined by Julia's occasional generous moment, sent my
        orgasmic spiral into overdrive. I didn't know if I had any semen
        left, but the physiology of sex worked its miracle and I came
        again in my wife. This time Gwen's pussy got a solid shot of my
        manly discharge. I moaned because that was all I could do. My
        mouth and nose was still busy giving Julia her due. Gwen didn't
        stop. Her cxnt gripped my dick, draining all it could from my
        innards. Her hips regained their momentum soon after ejaculate
        jerked its way into her. Apparently she wasn't content just to
        let me have my own orgasm. Gwen wanted hers and she was bound
        and determined to get it at my cock's expense. My hardness
        slowly began to fade, but Gwen rode me even harder than before.
        Even as my cock slipped out on one of her violent thrusts she
        continued riding me, rodeo style. My cock was forced between my
        own hairy groin and Gwen's slickety clit. Bending her torso
        forward even more she plastered her clit onto my diminished
        cock. We shared such an amount of juicy fluids that the gliding
        easy friction between us kept her arousal on pace. Even though
        my cock was soft and beyond release, it felt remarkable to have
        her clit riding the underside of my cock. I could hear her
        breathing become more ragged. Her sloppy kisses shared with
        Julia ended and I heard her say, "Oh, yes. Pinch my nipples.
        PINCH THEM!"


        Julia: "Pinch mine right back!"


        They both started squealing and wailing and groaning as they
        rode me and pulled each other's titties. I had never felt so
        USED as a sex object before, by one woman, let alone two. I must
        say that like the old song says, "You can use me up." Their hot
        grinding hit a crescendo together, my body totally used by the
        two women. Their orgasms were experienced together, vibrating
        through each other and me with a lovely wicked ecstasy. For a
        moment I thought I might pass out as Julia fucked my face so
        long and hard, my tongue in her twat, that she almost forgot to
        give me air. When she finally gave me some air I gulped as much
        as I could before she lowered her ass and buried my face again
        for a long slow grind to finish herself off in a deliciously
        smooth fade.


        Gwen wiggled her clit on my soggy softening dick one last time
        and dismounted me. Before Julia removed herself she leaned low
        and sucked my limp but very wet cock into her mouth. Her tongue
        lapped up while her lungs sucked and before I knew it my cock
        was clean as a whistle. She made sure that none of Gwen's and my
        liquid discharge went uneaten. Her ass wasn't resting on my face
        anymore, but it was conveniently located just an inch away, so I
        resumed my tonguing after a minutes rest. Julia pulled her mouth
        from my cock long enough to say to Gwen, "Gee, I think Hal still
        has a spark inside him. His tongue just doesn't want to quit."


        Gwen: "Well if that's the case, then I think it ought to be my
        pussy this time. Get off of him."


        Julia: "Not so fast girl. He's doing just fine by my pussy at
        the moment."


        I listened to them as my tongue twiddled around Julia's parted
        labia. "I SAID GET OFF OF HIM!" Gwen's voice carried a menacing
        tone.


        Julia: "Fuck off, bitch! My pussy is right where I want it."


        Gwen: "Well, we'll see just how long it stays there." Gwen
        quickly climbed up to the head of the bed, threw her left leg
        across my head and squatted above me. Her arms grabbed the
        headboard of the bed and with a push she thrust her ass
        backwards, knocking Julia's torso forward and away from my face.
        Gwen's pussy quickly replaced Julia's atop my mouth. Just as
        soon as I slithered my tongue up inside her cum-soaked twat a
        return jolt from Julia blasted it back away. The duel was on.
        The two still-horny ladies each wanted my tongue inside their
        yummy cave and they were ass fighting for the right to have it
        there. Back and forth went the duel. My tongue sought out
        whichever lush twat was currently the closest. It seemed that my
        wife was winning, probably due to the leverage she got from
        pushing off against the headboard, while Julia could only push
        against the bedding or my legs, which didn't offer as much
        resistance.


        I didn't have time to grin, but I was in heaven. The two juicy,
        fragrant, soft, wet, cxnts were fighting for my mouth. Back and
        forth they went. Gwen would hold her position while my tongue
        licked her groove, only to lose ground and I'd find Julia's cxnt
        pressing on my face. Often though the jousting asses would
        stalemate directly over my face, with neither pussy quite close
        enough for my tethered body to reach. My eyes drank in the sight
        of the two fine feminine specimens pushed against each other.
        The air was filled with grunts, and groans of exertion, and
        occasional threats. But mostly they just pushed towards their
        desired reward. Julia managed to secure a spot on my mouth for a
        few moments and my tongue danced excitedly inside her before
        Gwen regained her position with some powerful ass thrusts.


        Julia, however, had something else that Gwen didn't have, my
        cock. Their little ass-war lasted about five or six minutes, I
        think, and during that time, my cock had begun to reassert
        itself. Julia had managed quite a few licks and sucks, even as
        her ass war with Gwen was being waged. As she noticed it
        regaining its vigor, she began remarking about it aloud,
        probably intending to annoy Gwen.


        Julia: "Mmmmm. Hal, I love your cock. It tastes so good. I love
        the way you get harder and harder when I SUCK you. You have the
        prettiest cock and I want it. I've got it and I'm going to keep it."


        Well, if it was annoyance that she wanted from Gwen then she
        sure got it. Gwen had let Julia talk for a while as their asses
        continued the fight over my mouth. But when Julia calmly gave up
        her fight for my mouth and swung around to mount my cock, Gwen
        wasn't about to let that happen unchallenged. Evidently it had
        been ok to share me with Julia for quite a while. Their
        punishment of me had obviously sparked some excitement inside
        Gwen as had the lez play she shared with Julia. But as time went
        on, it seemed that she was becoming more and more possessive and
        jealous. Whatever Julia was after of mine, Gwen wanted it for
        herself. She had managed to garner more of my pussy munching
        talent than Julia, but wasn't content to stay there if Julia was
        aiming to sit on my cock. Now, I must admit, from my
        perspective, I was anxious as hell to fuck Julia. I hadn't yet
        felt my cock inside her cxnt and I badly wanted to feel her cove
        slide down my dick for some more 'strange' pussy. But Gwen
        wasn't in much of a sharing mood right now.


        She twirled around just as Julia arranged my cock into alignment
        with her hole, ready to sink down on me. I had felt her lips
        begin to part as the wiggled the head of my dick between them.
        But just at that moment Gwen pushed Julia back demanding, "GET
        OFF HIS COCK! If anyone is going to fuck Hal IT'S ME!"


        Gwen tried to mount me quickly, but she didn't even get as far
        as Julia had when she was knocked back. The two girls lay askew
        atop me on the bed. I could see the fuming anger in their eyes.
        Each felt they were the one who should be mounting my now fully
        erect fuck-muscle. Julia managed to speak out her angry words
        first, "OK Bitch! Do you want to fuck-fight me for his cock?"


        "You bet your stinky hole I do; right here, your pussy against
        mine. Hal's cock is right there and that's where my pussy is
        going to be." Gwen slid her pussy up against my cock.


        Julia: "Just a second." She jumped off the bed and grabbed all
        the pillows from the other bed and tossed half to Gwen and put
        the other half under her own body as she repositioned herself on
        the opposite side of my body from Gwen. The two pillows raised
        their torsos up a bit, allowing them to position themselves
        across my body, pussy-to-pussy. Well, not quite pussy-to-pussy.
        My cock was between their wet lips. I had no choice in the
        matter and I kept my mouth shut. The women were in control and I
        didn't want to interfere in any way. After all, why should I? It
        seemed as if I was about to get fucked by two women at once.


        Gwen was on my right and Julia my left as their bodies angled
        across the bed, joining their crotches at mine. Julia raised her
        right leg, allowing Gwen to slid her left leg underneath. Gwen
        returned the favor and they glared at each other as their
        pussies pressed up against my cock from either side.


        The fight began. As if on cue, the two wildcats began to thrust
        and parry and slide their pussies at each other. My lucky cock,
        caught in the middle was engulfed from both sides by the
        slippery parted lips of both girls' labia. Gwen tried to raise
        her hips up and capture the head of my dick between her folds,
        but Julia followed Gwen's upward path and prevented her from
        sliding down on my cock. Gwen had to raise her body up for a
        chance to plunge down on my cock and Julia had done the same.
        With their bodies now partially upright, they grabbed each
        other's backs for support. They were now facing each other and
        grinding their pussies together, making my cock like the baloney
        in a sandwich. I must say the feeling was absolutely
        scrumptious. The wet juicy lips from both women were leaving a
        slimy coating up and down my cock as they rode up and down, each
        seeking to funnel my cock into their own tunnel. The pressure
        they exerted on each other was a lot and my cock was squeezed
        between their powerful thrusts. Since my cock was pointing
        straight up and they were upright as well, I often felt my cock
        constricted between their bushes of pubic hair. The bristly dark
        hairs, scrubbing the sides of my dick added exotic texture to
        the war.


        Especially enjoyable from my perspective were those moments when
        they raised their bodies up about six inches and pushed against
        the foe, attempting to guide my cock inside their vagina, and
        their two clits would nestle down on the tip of my dick, one on
        either side, melting together. At those moments I could feel the
        sexual heat practically explode between Julia and Gwen. After
        all they both had pleasured each other with their clits before
        and the added dimension of my cock tickling their clits as they
        went after each other must have been overpowering. They wiggled
        and thrust against each other and my cock all at the same time.
        Moans of pleasure punctuated the air. Dancing clits dueled atop
        my cock, sending shivers of delight up my spine. Neither woman
        seemed ever quite able to push her opponent far enough away for
        a clear shot at descending down onto my cock. The battle was a
        little bit back and forth, with minor advantages for one woman
        or the other, but mostly it was a stalemate; a wonderful,
        heavenly stalemate for me.


        As minutes wore on the two put their arms around each other for
        more support. Now hugging they squeezed their bodies together
        from groin to chest. Up and down they went in unison. My cock,
        sandwiched between them felt their wet slits and clits ride up
        both sides of my shaft and then back down together. The outer
        regions of their pussies were deliciously pressing against my
        cock, giving it the feeling of fucking. I was literally fucking
        two women at the same time. One of them was my wife of nearly 30
        years and the other was the woman photographer who wasn't even
        30 years old yet. At that moment I wasn't contemplating how all
        this came to be. Hell, I was just so fucking enthralled to be in
        this predicament that I was only focusing on my own pure pleasure.


        Would one of them eventually gain an advantage? I wondered as
        they kept up their up and down fucking rhythm. Their moans and
        groans grew more intense. My cock started bucking up and down as
        my hips moved to increase the friction in any way I could. Gwen
        and Julia, as one, speeded up their fuck-tempo, smashing their
        pussies down against my groin and then riding quickly up the
        sides of my cock and the tip position. Finally they even quit
        pushing against each other at the top of their strokes. Their
        clits didn't duel with each other across the tip of my dick, but
        instead they seemed intent on forcing me to come. But through
        some miracle of male physiology, I wasn't ready to come. I just
        hung there in a tantric sort of pre-orgasmic bliss while my two
        ladies rode me together.


        After many minutes of this the breathing of the women grew more
        sporadic. They were panting from both exertion and horniness. To
        relieve the tension I noted they slowed, stopped the fuck motion
        at the top of a stroke and began grinding their clits together
        with the same kind of vicious intent that I had seen between
        Sally and Gwen earlier. It only took moments of their cock-
        riding, clit-banging action to bring an orgasm. Gwen shouted out
        her epithets and flew off to her orgasm just before Julia
        reached her peak. With the opportunity she thrust her pussy
        against Gwen, knocking her back and immediately she sank down
        onto my cock. Gwen's orgasm was causing her whole body to shake
        as she plastered her cxnt up against Julia's mound while Julia
        fucked me sweetly. With her own orgasm so close it didn't take
        many mutual thrusts of our organs for Julia to lose control
        herself. By this time, my cock had been forced over the brink
        also. Julia and I came together, her juices coating my cock as
        my semen oozed out inside her tunnel, adding a thick sticky
        layer of whiteness to our already generously coated intercourse.


        I was extremely happy to finally have been able to plunge my
        cock inside Julia. Her texture was magnificent, tight, wet, and
        she moved over me with remarkable agility and grace, fucking my
        pole in perfect synchronicity with my own thrusts and gyrations.
        I guess it didn't even bother me that my fucking Julia had to
        come at the expense of my wife, who had desperately wanted to be
        the one plunging up and down on my cock, but it sure did bother
        Gwen.


        As soon as her orgasm subsided and Julia and I were blasting off
        together, she let loose a barrage of foul comments directed at
        Julia. Her anger only seemed to make Julia fuck me harder and
        better. My own hips rocketed up to meet Julia so hard that I
        felt the tip of my cock scrape the depths of her cave, pushing
        against her cervix. I didn't usually 'bottom out' on women. My
        cock wasn't long enough for that. Maybe all this fucking had
        actually made my cock bigger, if that was possible. Or maybe
        Julia didn't have the same vagina depth as some other women I
        seemed to know. I don't know what it might have sounded like to
        a passerby in the hallway outside our room. It must have been
        crazy. Julia was howling and crying and I was letting loose a
        lot of "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhsssssssss" and Gwen was screaming foul
        invectives at Julia. Of course I don't know why she was mad at
        Julia. She had entered the pussy fight for my cock with full
        knowledge that the winner would be fucking me. It just happened
        to be Julia that won. "So what was the problem?" I thought.


        When Julia and I finally ground our last coital thrust at each
        other and she untangled herself from me and slid off, reclining
        on the bed. Gwen, finally tired of yelling at Julia, lay back to
        rest her own tired bones.


        We lay on the bed together, spent. My arms and legs were still
        constrained. But I was definitely tired, particularly my tongue.
        I hadn't eaten as much pussy at one (meal)time ever before. As
        the ladies stirred a bit after a few minutes, I saw Gwen
        actually smile at Julia. Must be that some of her anger had
        subsided. Truthfully, I believe that Gwen had a pretty powerful
        orgasm herself and the fact that Julia managed to have hers
        while riding my cock wasn't bothering her as much now as before.


        Gwen: "Do you think its time to let my husband out of his
        predicament?"


        Julia: "I don't know. Do you think he has been tortured enough
        yet?" She bitingly emphasized the word tortured, and then
        giggled at the idea that what I had been going through could be
        called 'torture.'


        Gwen: "Look at that big grin on Hal's face. I think he's been
        tortured enough. Let's untie him."

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