There is a refrain from a song that keeps playing over and over in my head. I don’t even remember for sure where it came from. I think it was something from the Kingston Trio back in the mid to late Sixties although I wouldn’t bet on it. It goes:
“What to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor early in the morning.”
What planted the refrain in my mind? As some one once said – “Therein lies the tale.”
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Kate and I have been married a little over fourteen years now. We met on a blind date, something “clicked” between us and we haven’t been apart since. Well, that’s not totally true. We had spats and disagreements and had separated a time or two before we got married, but we just couldn’t seem to stay apart for more than a week or so at a time.
We both have decent jobs that we like and that we are not interested in giving up so early on we decided against having children. To spare Kate the hassle of birth control pills, diaphragms and the like I had the “snip job” done.
I guess you could say we are an average couple living the average middle class dream – buying our own home, two cars in the garage, money in the bank for a vacation every year – and all the other trappings of the middle class. We have a wide circle of friends close to us in age and just enough in the way of outside activities to keep life from getting boring.
I bowl in a Thursday night house league, have a standing golf date every Saturday at 6 AM with three guys I went to school with and I play poker with six close friends on the third Friday of every month. I also take one long weekend in the fall and go elk hunting.
Kate likes to dabble in the arts. She takes classes in painting, pottery, photography and sculpture. She has a MIG welder, and an oxy/acetylene setup with a cutting torch in the garage and she is forever making some sort of metal sculpture (and occasionally selling one). She has a book club and literary discussion group on the nights I bowl, but this tale doesn’t have anything to do with any of that. It has to do with Kate’s coworkers.
Every two weeks on a Wednesday Kate stops with the girls she works with to sip margaritas (or whatever), shoot the bull in general and let off steam that their management causes to build up. If you listen to Kate the people who run her company are certifiable idiots, but then don’t most of feel that way about the people over us at work? The fact of the matter (and one that I’m smart enough to never bring up in front of Kate) is that her company is consistently profitable and she has gotten a sizeable year end bonus every year she has been there. But that has nothing to do with the story either – the profitable part I mean – her coworkers definitely have something to do with it.
Kate would stop with them and on those nights she would usually come home late. She always told me not to wait up for her, but I would stay up and wait for her anyway. I did this because Kate did not handle alcohol well. A few more drinks than she should have and Kate got silly. “Dancing with a lampshade on her head silly” so maybe one night in four I’d get a call from one of Kate’s coworkers telling me that Kate was in no condition to walk home let alone drive and on those nights I would have to go and pick her up.
Kate was an extremely attractive and sexy looking woman, but I never worried about some horn-dog moving in on her when she was blitzed because the lounge they stopped at wasn’t that kind of place. It didn’t have a dance floor, a juke box or a live band and it is almost impossible to move in on one woman sitting at a table with eight or ten others without a working line like:
“Would you care to dance?”
“I saw you sitting her alone while all the others are out there dancing. Can I keep you company?”
Face it. “I saw you sitting here and you turn me on. Want to go some place and fuck” just wouldn’t get it done. Then again, if it was Pauline French sitting there it would probably work, but that is neither here or there since Pauline isn’t part of this tale either.
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It was late in the fall and elk season was about to open. I was going to take my usual long weekend and try my luck. I was leaving Thursday afternoon and wouldn’t be back until the following Tuesday. I asked Kate what she had planned for while I was gone and she told me that she was going to work on some of her metal sculptures and that she would be going to a Mary Kay party on Saturday. I told her that I really didn’t want her to change her shade of lipstick (I didn’t really care, but a smart husband has to pretend to notice things like that) and to enjoy herself and then I headed out on the hunt.
The hunt turned out to be four days in the great outdoors getting lots of fresh air. I didn’t even come close to getting my elk. I saw plenty of sign, but I never saw anything except rabbits and an occasional squirrel. I struck camp and headed home and an hour out I called Kate to let her know I was almost home. When I walked into the house I found Kate waiting for me in a sexy black lace peignoir and high heels.
“Three guesses as to what I want lover and the first two don’t count.”
“Let me take a quick shower and I believe I can accommodate you.”
“No lover, no shower, now!”
No way was I going to argue with her so I started undressing as I followed her to the bedroom. She sucked me, fucked me, sucked and fucked me a second time and would have gone a third time if I had been able.
The next morning I wok up with a hot mouth on my cock and so I just laid still and enjoyed. After I was hard enough to suit her Kate climbed on and rode us both to an orgasm and then she gave me a passionate kiss and told me to go shower while she put the coffee on.
Over breakfast I asked what was the special occasion that prompted our morning interlude.
“I missed you. I’m glad you are home.”
“Maybe I should go away more often.”
“Don’t you dare!”
That night after dinner I was in the spare bedroom that we had turned into a home office going over some papers that I had brought home from work when she walked in wearing only high heels. The outcome was predictable and in the warm afterglow Kate surprised me and asked:
“Do you have any fantasies?”
“Just winning the lottery.”
“Don’t you have any sexual fantasies?”
“I have wondered what it would be like to have a naked Catherine Zeta Jones and a naked Charlize Theron in a hair pulling cat-fight over who got to give me a blow job.”
“Don’t you have any involving me?”
“Other than watching you being gangbanged by a bunch of college students in a fraternity house? No, none that I can think of.”
“You really would like to see me gangbanged?”
“Of course not. What is this all about Kate?”
“I want to do something special for you to show you just how much I love you. I thought that if you had a fantasy I would give it to you.”
“No Kate, sorry, but I don’t have any.”
“How about something that you would like to do that we have never done?”
“Now that’s a different story.”
“What? What is it?”
“We don’t need to go there Kate.”
“Yes we do lover. I want to know.”
“You already know Kate and you have already said no and I accepted it so let it be.”
“No baby, I told you I want to do something special for you.”
“I don’t want you doing something that you don’t want to do just because you want to please me. What we have is plenty good enough.”
“No lover, tell me.”
I hesitated several moments and then said, “I’ve always wanted you to suck me to completion and then swallow and I’ve always wanted to try anal and you have always said no to both.”
“That was then lover, but this is now” and she slid down and took me in her mouth. She gave me a halfway decent blow job considering that she had never done one before and she surprised me by swallowing my cum when I got my rocks off.
“Was it good?”
“It was great.”
“Tomorrow we will do anal.”
She cuddled up next to me and in minutes we were both asleep.
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In my office the next day I thought about how Kate was acting since I got back. I had no idea what had caused it, but I liked it and I hoped that it would continue. According to “The Smart Husband’s Handbook” one of the ways that might help keep things moving along was to send flowers so I sent Kate a dozen roses to her at her office with a card that was simply signed, “Your secret admirer.”
Kate usually beats me home by fifteen or twenty minutes and she was in the kitchen getting a start on dinner when I got there. Given the way she had behaved the last two days I half expected her to hurry over to me, throw her arms around me and give me a passionate kiss, but all she did was turn, smile at me and say:
“Hi honey. Figure a half hour until dinner” and then she turned back to what she was doing.
We made the usual “how did your day go” type talk over dinner and I waited for her to mention the roses, but she never did. I noticed that she seemed to be pre-occupied, almost like she had something on her mind.
“Anything wrong?”
“No, why?”
“You seem to be somewhere else.”
She looked at me, smiled and then said, “It’s nothing honey. Just a little apprehension over giving you your dessert tonight.”
“My dessert?”
“You haven’t forgotten that you get to tap my sexy butt tonight have you?”
“No baby, we don’t need to do that.”
“But I want to. I want to do it for you.”
“Maybe you do, but it seems like it is bothering you, especially if it has you feeling apprehensive.”
“I’ve never done it honey and the hole is so small and you are so big.”
I let the subject drop, helped Kate clear the table and then dried the dishes and put them away as she washed them and handed them to me. When the kitchen was straight I went into the home office and started organizing the papers and receipts I would need when I did our taxes. I’d been working on things for maybe twenty minutes when I heard:
“Do you really want to mess with those silly old papers when there is something more interesting that you could be doing?”
I turned and saw Kate standing there naked except for the high heels that she knew turned me on. I dropped the pen I had in my hand, stood up and followed her to the bedroom.
I ate her pussy and then she sucked my cock and I do have to admit that my second blow job from her was better than the first. Then I very carefully and slowly took her anal cherry. I know it hurt her at first, but she hung in there and was actually starting to get into it when I came. We showered together and she washed my cock and when we got out of the shower she pushed me back on the bed, sucked me hard and then had me do her doggie style.
“Did I do all right?”
“You were superb.”
“The anal wasn’t near as bad as I thought it would be. I kind of liked it there toward the end. Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Why have you always wanted anal sex?”
“Because I’d never had it and I wanted to know what it was like.”
“So it was your first time too?”
“Yep.”
“Oh wow.”
I woke up with a hot mouth working on my cock and when Kate saw that I was awake she got on her knees, put her head down on the pillow and said:
“My ass lover, do my ass.”
When we were done I headed for the shower while Kate went to the kitchen to put the coffee on. Then she showered while I dressed and then I fixed breakfast while she dressed. Over breakfast she asked if it was my poker night and I told her no and then she told me in that case I should make sure that I hurried home because she had a surprise for me.
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When I got to work I called the florist to check on the roses I ordered and I was assured that they were delivered to Kate. They had been delivered at 3:05 in the afternoon and yes she was sure they were delivered to Kate Barton. The receptionist had pointed out Kate and the roses had been delivered to Kate at her desk.
When I hung up I was thinking that it was so unlike Kate not to have mentioned them and then I had a disquieting thought. I had only had the card say “From your secret admirer.” Was there someone else who might be sending her flowers? Could there be someone else she could think of as being her secret admirer? Nah! Couldn’t be. Or could it?
Kate had been extremely amorous that week; a lot more amorous than usual. Was it because she was feeling guilty over something and was somehow trying to make it up to me?
Kate’s car was in the garage when I got home and when I walked into the house I hollered out:
“Honey, I’m home.”
“In the family room” she called back.
I walked into the family room and stopped and stared. Kate was a living, breathing, walking wet dream. She was wearing what I believe is called a ‘shelf bra.’ It lifted her tits and cupped them from beneath, but didn’t cover a thing. She had applied rouge or blush or something to her nipples and they were strawberry red and erect. She was wearing crotchless panties that matched the bra, a garter belt and nylons and had sexy high heels on her feet.
There was an opened bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table and Kate walked up to me and handed me a sheet of paper.
“The evening’s menu sir. My name is Kate and I will be your server this evening. May I suggest the special of the day?”
I looked at the sheet of paper and saw that it was designed like a restaurant menu.
Welcome to Chez Barton
Open for your pleasure from 6 PM until 2 AM.
Special of the Day
“The Full Experience”
(Ask your waitress for details)
“The Chef’ Surprise”
(Ask your waitress for details)
Ala Carte Desserts
The Half Blow Job Cunniligus
The Full Blow Job (with Chocolate Sauce)
Anal sex Full Head
Vaginal Sex (with choice of sauces)
A twenty percent gratuity will be added for parties of five or more.
I read the entire thing and then I asked, “And just what is the full experience?”
“A half order of head while you sip a glass of the house wine. Followed by a round of regular vaginal sex in the position of your choice topped off by a cleansing order of half head that will prepare you for your dessert. This evening’s dessert is “Anal Supreme.”
“And the “Chef’s Surprise” would be?”
“Whatever the kitchen decides to send you and it is never the same for any two customers in a row.”
“I think I’ll go with the “Special.”
“A very good choice sir. If you will just remove your trousers and briefs and lean back on the couch and relax we can begin.”
I did what she said and when I was seated she poured a glass of wine and handed it to me and as I took it she knelt in front of me.
I won’t even try to describe the experience. It was mind blowing. I was lying on the bed next to her in that pleasant state of exhaustion that you find yourself in when you have been totally sexually satisfied when Kate said:
“I trust that you enjoyed your stay with us this evening.”
“My God Kate, it was outstanding.”
“I’m glad. I wanted our last time together to be special.”
“Whoa! Our last time together?” I sat up in bed and looked down at her. “What the hell does that mean?”
“I have a confession to make and I fully expect that you will not want me around after you hear what I have to say.”
“A confession?”
“It is going to be hard for me to get it all out so please don’t say anything until I’m done.”
“I don’t und…”
“Please Rob. Let me do this and then you can talk. Just before you left on your trip I told you I would be going to a Mary Kay party, but that wasn’t true. Margie, one of the girls I work with, sells sexy lingerie at Mary Kay type parties. She was always talking about the parties and what a riot they were and the other girls I work with decided that they wanted to attend one. Linda volunteered to host the party and it was set for Saturday night. I told you it was a Mary Kay party because I intended to buy a bunch of sexy things and surprise you with them.
“It was a party and there was drinking and you know how I get when I drink. You weren’t here for me to call if I got wasted so I decided not to drink at all. Linda noticed and I told her why and she said that since I didn’t need to hurry home to you anyway I could just go ahead and party like every one else and then spend the night in her spare bedroom so that it was I decided to do.
“The party was a blast. It turned out that along with the lingerie Margie also sold sex toys. I was drinking and having a good time. Margie demonstrated some of the sex toys and all of us tried on sexy outfits and then modeled them. None of us girls were feeling any pain and it got pretty wild. Angie tried out a ten inch battery operated vibrator while we all cheered her on. Sarah tried out a butt plug and some of the other girls tried out various dildos and things. Sue put a pair of ben wa balls inside her and then used a vibrator on herself and gave herself a screaming orgasm. You know how far gone we must have been to laugh and cheer on Becky as she tried to do Alice with a strap on dildo.
“It was about eleven o’clock when Chad and a friend of his walked in. Chad is Linda’s brother. He had just come home on leave from the Navy and he brought along his buddy, another sailor who was also on leave. Linda knew he was coming, but he wasn’t supposed to be there until late Sunday or sometime Monday. Anyway, these two sailors walked into the room with their duffle bags over their shoulders and look around and see eleven drunken women half naked in sexy underwear.
“You know me when I’m drinking and I was way, way past my limits. I don’t know how it happened or how it got started, but suddenly I’m watching Frank – Chad’s buddy – fucking Sue doggie while Alice was trying to do him doggie with the strap on. We were all laughing our asses off as we watched Frank do Sue while trying to push Alice away. I don’t know if Alice ever got him or not because suddenly I was on my back with my legs up on Chad’s shoulders and he was fucking me. I don’t remember lying down on my back or Chad putting his cock in me or how we got there. All I know is that one second I’m laughing my ass off as Alice tried to get the dildo into Frank and the next second I’m being fucked. I remember Linda standing there watching and saying:
“That’s it baby brother, fuck the little slut. Make her cum Chad baby, make her cum.”
“Then Linda started sucking my tits and then Chad was gone and Becky was eating my pussy. I think it was after Chad came in me, but I’m not sure. I’m not even sure that he did cum in me. A little latter I was on my hands and knees and somebody was fucking me from behind. It could have been Chad, Frank or one of the girls wearing the strap on, I just don’t know. I remember sucking a cock, but I don’t know if it was Chad’s or Frank’s. I remember having my tits sucked and my pussy sucked by some of the girls, but other than the first time Becky went down on me I can’t remember who else did. I was fucked a couple of more times and I do know that one of them was by the strap on, but I don’t remember who was wearing it.
“I woke up Sunday morning in Linda’s bedroom on the bed next to her. She had her legs wrapped around Frank and he was doing her. I made some sort of noise when I woke up and Linda called out, “She’s awake Chad” and less than a minute later he was fucking me again. My head hurt, but I wasn’t drunk any more and I tried to push him off, but he laughed at me and said, “Too late little girl. I’m in and I’m staying” and he fucked me harder. I’m ashamed to admit it, but after a couple of minutes he gave me an orgasm and I was fucking him back. When Chad was done he got up to take a shower. By then Frank and Linda were done and they had gotten up too.
“I laid there on the bed, stared up at the ceiling and tried to remember all that had happened and thought about how in the hell I could explain it to you. While I was lying there thinking Frank got back on the bed and before I could stop him he was between my legs and pushing into me. I let him. I didn’t even fight. I just let him fuck me and while he was doing me Chad got back on the bed and pushed his cock at my mouth and I let him. Frank fucked my pussy and Chad fucked my mouth and again I’m ashamed to admit it, but I had an orgasm. Frank came and pulled out and Chad took his place and he gave me another orgasm. When Chad was done he got off the bed and left the room and then I got off the bed, gathered up my clothes and left without saying a word to anyone.
“I came home and climbed into the bathtub and scrubbed myself for hours, but I could never get to where I felt clean. That night about six Chad called and said he wanted to come over and I told him no. Then he told me that he knew that I liked what he had done, he wanted more and he was coming right over. I told him no again, but then I lied and said you had called, said you had gotten your elk and were coming home early and I expected you at any minute and then I said, “Here he is now” and I hung up on him.
“At work on Monday the girls all tried to pretend that Saturday never happened and we kind of reached an unspoken agreement never to mention it. I did tell Linda to tell Chad to stop calling me and she said she would.”
I just stared at her. The idea of my wife at an orgy – participating in an orgy – was so alien to me that I just could not wrap my mind around it. It was just too damned inconceivable.
“Why are you telling me this now?”
“I wanted you to get it from me and not from somebody else.”
“But why tell me now right after we’ve just had some of the best loving that we have ever had?”
“I told you; I wanted you to get it from me. I was always going to tell you, but I was hoping to wait for a better time.”
“So why didn’t you?”
“Chad called me Monday evening and told me he was going to drop by and see me on Thursday while you were bowling. I said no you are not and he said oh yes I am then he told me he wanted me in sexy lingerie and high heels. So I told him that the league had ended and that you wouldn’t be bowling again until the fall leagues started up. He said you don’t sound like you want to do it again and I told him that I didn’t. Then he said it didn’t matter what I wanted that he wanted to fuck me some more and that he would be over to see me on Saturday while you were out on the golf course and I said no he wasn’t. Then he said that I either fucked him on Saturday or you would get a copy of the video and pictures that were taken that night. I didn’t know that anyone had taken pictures.
“So, there it is. I told him to fuckoff and die and he laughed and said he would see me Saturday morning. The asshole even sent me flowers at work to remind me. He signed the card as my secret admirer. I tossed them out as soon as I read the card. When he shows up I will not let him in and in the next day or so you will get pictures and video of me acting like a whore and you will throw me out.
“I will not see Chad, I will not be blackmailed and I will not let you find out from anyone else so here we are.”
She looked at me as I stared at her and then she said, “Do I have to leave right away or can I stay in one of the spare bedrooms until I can find a place?”
I didn’t know what to say. I was having trouble getting my mind around what she had just told me. I knew how she got when she drinking, but I would never – not ever – have thought that she could get so far gone that she would do what she said she did. I was not the least bit happy to hear that Kate had taken part in a fuckfest, but I did know one thing – she was not going anywhere. I loved the silly bitch and we would find some way to work through what she had done, but that would be later. I pulled her to me and said:
“This is your bedroom and you belong here, not in another room.”
She tucked her head against my shoulder and I felt the wet warmth of her tears. After twenty minutes or so I said:
“I need Linda’s address.”
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I rang Linda’s doorbell at 8:05 AM. I rang it four times before Linda opened the door and it was obvious that I had just gotten her out of bed. She took one look at me and the three men with me and tried to shut the door. I was expecting it so I stopped it with my foot and then pushed my way in. Bill, Jim and Hank followed and Hank closed the door once we were in.
“You obviously know why I’m here Linda. Where is he?”
“He isn’t here.”
“If that were true Linda you would have said, “Why Rob, what are you doing here?” and you wouldn’t have tried to close the door in my face. Where is he?”
“I told you; he isn’t here.”
“Keep an eye on her Bill” and then I told Jim and Hank to help me check out the house. How did Bill, Jim and Hank come to be with me? They were the other three that filled out my regular Saturday foursome. When I called Hank and told him I had to cancel he asked me why and I told him. Five minutes later he called me back and asked me where I wanted to meet the three of them. It pays to have good friends.
A minute later Jim called out, “In here!”
He was standing in the doorway to a bedroom and when I looked over his shoulder I saw a guy in a Navy uniform lying on top of the bed.
“It looks like he came home drunk and fell on the bed” Jim said.
“Let’s get him off the bed and out into the kitchen where we can get him on to a chair.”
We lifted him off the bed and drug him out into the kitchen and sat him down on a straight backed chair. I don’t know why or even where it came from, but as I looked at him sitting on that chair drunk and still wearing his sailor suit the words to a song entered my mind.
“Yo ho and up she rises,
Yo ho and up she rises,
Yo ho and up she rises,
Early in the morning.
What to do with a drunken sailor,
What to do with a drunken sailor,
What to do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning.”
Weird the stuff that comes to you sometimes.
What are you going to do to him?” Linda wanted to know.
“Depends” I said, “First we wake him up and then we will see.”
“Don’t hurt him Rob.”
“That will be up to him.”
“Why are you doing this Rob; it wasn’t his fault. He walked into a room full of half naked drunken women being silly with sex toys and did what any guy would have done.”
“Including taking advantage of a drunken woman? You know what Kate gets like when she drinks. God knows that you have called me often enough to come and get her. How could you have let it happen to her?”
“Oh no you don’t mister. You are not going to put this off on me. I am not your wife’s babysitter. I did my part when I told her she could spend the night here and not have to worry about driving home.”
“And then you turned your brother loose on her.”
“Oh no I didn’t. Kate might not have known what she was doing, but Kate was the one doing it. She laughed along with the rest of us when Becky did Alice with the strap on dildo. She played with various toys and she put on the strap on and almost used it on Becky. I had eleven people here that night Rob and I couldn’t spend all my time being Kate’s keeper. Besides it was all girl fun until Chad and Frank showed up. They weren’t supposed to be her until the next day.
“And there is one other thing you need to know. Chad and Frank were both told that Kate, Becky, Sarah and Alice were married and off limits. Chad was naked and headed for Darlene when Kate stepped in front of him and grabbed his cock. She went after him Rob; he didn’t go after her, but when a sexy woman has a grip on your cock and is trying to pull you down on her what the hell do you think he’s going to do? Once she got going no one tried to stop her and why would they. They were all having a ball and thought she was too.”
“That may be Linda, but your drunken sailor boy here went a little too far with it.”
I saw a sauce pan on the top of the stove and I filled it with cold water from the sink and then I threw the whole pan full in Chad’s face. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him.
“Wake up you miserable son of a bitch!”
The cold water and my shaking brought him out of his alcoholic daze and he sat there gasping from the shock of the cold water and I nodded at Bill. Hank and Jim held Chad in place while Bill took Chad’s hand and put it down on the kitchen table and held it there. I reached in my pocket and took out my Buck knife, opened it and said:
“Now shit for brains, you and I are going to have a little talk. I sharpened this just before I came over here and I am anxious to see if the edge is sharp enough to maybe cut off a finger or two.”
“God damn it Rob” Linda cried. “I told you how it happened. It wasn’t his fault!”
“Maybe not Linda, but he knows what this is all about, don’t you Chad. I’m going to ask you some questions and for every answer I get that I don’t like I’m going to take one of your fingers. Ready? Where are the tapes and photos?”
I saw the fear suddenly appear on his face. I placed the cutting edge of the knife blade on his little finger and pressed down just hard enough to make him wince.
“Talk to me Chad. The tape and the photos – where are they?”
“My God Rob; what are you doing. You are going to hurt him if you aren’t careful.”
“He won’t get hurt if he gives me what I want. It is up to him.”
“Give you what you want? What are you talking about?”
“You don’t know? Your brother has been calling Kate all week and telling her that he is going to drop by the house and fuck her. He called her and told her he was going to show up at the house today while I was out playing golf and that she would fuck him or he would see to it that I found out what she had done at the party.”
“Oh shit! I told him not to bother her.”
“I guess he didn’t listen. Kate told him no way and then he told her that she wouldn’t be talking like that after I saw the video and pictures that were taken at the party. She told him to fuck off and die and then she told me about the party – at least as much as she remembered. Now asshole here is going to tell me where the video, photos and any copies are or he is going to start losing fingers.
Chad was struggling to break free and moaning, “No man, no. No, please no.”
“Video? What video?” asked Linda. There were no cameras at that party. Nobody shot any video or took any pictures.”
“That’s not what asshole here told Kate. He said if she didn’t let him in when he showed up today he would see to it that I got a copy of the video and pictures.”
I put a little more pressure on the blade and it made an indentation in the skin and he wet his pants.
“Talk to me Chad.”
“Oh fuck man, don’t hurt me. There ain’t no pictures man. I was just trying to con her.”
I looked at Linda. “You swear there are no videos or pictures of what Kate did that night?”
“God yes Rob. There were no cameras here that night. I swear.”
“If a picture of Kate from that party ever shows up” I told Chad, “I will hunt you down and leave you fingerless on both hands. You understand me?”
“Yes man, yes.”
I nodded at the guys and they let loose of him.
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I looked at Kate across the kitchen table and told her where I had been that morning and what I’d done and then I said:
“Linda told me how it got started. How it was you grabbing Chad’s cock and pulling him down on you that started what happened to you.”
“It could have been that way, I don’t know. I don’t remember all of it, just some of it.”
I looked at her for maybe half a minute and then said, “This is the time for total honesty Kate. You all ready know that I’m not going to let you go so what is it that you haven’t told me about that night?”
She looked away for a couple of seconds and then she turned back and looked me in the eye.
“I told you about what happened in the morning. How I tried to push him off and then just let it happen. That was a lie. I didn’t try to stop it. The reason I let it happen was because I wanted it. Being used by two men was a huge turn on and I had some really mind numbing orgasms. I lied when I said I grabbed my clothes and left. I stayed there all day until ten that night and let Chad and Frank take turns on me. I sucked Frank while Chad fucked me and then I sucked Chad while Frank fucked me. It seemed like I had a cock in my mouth most of the day as I kept trying to get them hard again.
“After I did leave I felt guilty as hell for going along with it. Shit! I did more than go along with it – I went after it! I especially felt guilty because I’d sucked Chad’s and Frank’s cocks after never sucking yours.”
“And?”
“I loved it and I’m not sure that I would have said no if Chad had said it was going to be him and Frank coming over instead of just him. I didn’t tell you that part because I was sure you were going to throw me out for what I did tell you and I didn’t want you thinking I was that big of a slut even though I’d be gone.”
“More than one man turned you on?”
She looked down at the table and a moment later she said, “Yes.”
“And you are still thinking about it right?”
Again I got the look away and the quiet “yes.”
“At the beginning of the week when you asked me what my fantasies were and I jokingly said that it was seeing you gangbanged by at bunch of college students in a fraternity house what did you think?”
She looked away and couldn’t meet my eyes. “Come on Kate, talk to me.”
She looked at me and in a quiet voice she said, “It made me wet.”
“And you have thought about it ever since haven’t you? That’s why on your sex menu from the other night you included the part down on the bottom about parties of five or more isn’t it?”
She looked away again and then said “yes.”
“I guess the question is when are you going to do it?”
Her head shot up and there was alarm on her face. “I’m not! I swear to you Rob, I’m not.”
“Sure you will Kate. Sooner or later you will find yourself in a situation where it will be possible.”
“No Rob, no! I swear to God I will never.”
I just stared at her for several seconds and then I said, “Next Friday is my poker night Kate and the game is going to be here. There are six of them Kate.”
I let several moments of silence hang between us and then said, “While that thought runs through your mind I want to go upstairs and tap your tight ass. Then you can suck me hard again and swallow all you can get out of me.”
She smiled at me, got up and headed for the bedroom.