Continuing Series of Bllackmailing & Reluctancy Short Stories

Everyone got up after me and I walked to the guard looking fellow. “My name is Brenda,” I said to him, “and the VIP room’s been reserved for me.”

“First name’s right. What’s the last name?”

Christ, I didn’t want these men knowing my last name. I whispered in the bouncers ear, “Tan.” He opened the door for us and let us in, closing the door behind us. There was a couple bottles of champagne on ice, a couch, a bar, some speakers with the dance floor music coming over them. I walked towards the couch, taking off my clothes.

Kathy’s guy started introducing himself. “My name’s….”

“No names, please,” I said. “You can be Guy 2.” I pointed to him. “And you’re Guy 1. Help yourself to some champagne or whatever they have behind the bar and get undressed.”

Guy 1 walked over to one of the buckets and pulled out a bottle, looking at it. “Good stuff.” He popped the cork and poured four glasses, handing one to each of us. All I had left on was my panties and shoes. I downed mine in one long drink; my mouth as dry as Death Valley in August. Guy 1 poured me another and I downed it too. I set my glass down and removed my panties.

Guy 2 said, “Nice. I’m going to enjoy this a lot.” He ran his hand over my tit, pinching my nipple, then drifting down and cupping my mound. “Very nice.”

Both of them started removing their clothes. Both were about average height, maybe a little taller than me. Both looked to be in their twenties, young energetic and with some stamina. They might orgasm faster, but would probably recover faster as well. One was darker, one was brown. Both were fairly well built, and when they removed their underwear, neither of them was as large as Tan’s, which was good. Guy 1 was on his way to a decent erection. Guy 2 was already erect, a side benefit of his touching me perhaps.

“You sure you don’t want a piece of this?” Guy 1 asked Kathy.

“What would my husband say,” Kathy replied. “Anyway, she’s more than you can handle, boys.” I knew her husband didn’t care, but they didn’t know that.

“We’ll see about that,” Guy 1 said. Still an asshole.

I pushed them both closer to one another, then knelt down, sucking Guy 1’s cock to get him fully erect, while slowly stroking Guy 2 to keep him hard, then switching off so as not to show favoritism. I was still somewhat dry, but the perversity of sucking two cocks while Kathy looked on was starting to work a little magic. It was nice as I didn’t want to get fucked with a dry kitty.

“Who wants to start in my mouth,” I asked.

Guy 2 volunteered. I knelt down on the couch with my head over the arm and Guy 2 put his cock in my mouth. Guy 1 got behind me. He didn’t find me quite wet enough, so he spit on his hand and started rubbing my pussy, trying for a little more moisture. I felt myself getting wetter in response to his rough caresses and the fact I had another organ filling my mouth. When Guy 1 was satisfied, he rubbed his cock around my pussy, then pushed in.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” Guy 1 said. “You got some kind of magic cunt?”

My mouth was full, so I couldn’t answer. Kathy stepped up. “She was a virgin until this past Saturday,” she said. “It’s why I bet her she wouldn’t take both of you at once.”

“No shit!” Guy 2 said. His cock swelled more at the thought I was so fresh. “I’m going to love fucking this bitch.” Great, another asshole.

“Wait until you feel this cunt, man. This is primo pussy.”

“You want to switch now?” Guy 2 said, eager to try my pussy.

“After I cum. Then she can lick herself off of me.”

Guy 2 pulled his cock out of my mouth for a moment to slap it across my cheeks. I asked Kathy, “I hope to God you’re keeping track of the time?” He shoved his cock back in, going deeper into my throat until I started coughing and gagging. He wasn’t going to be easy to control in our current position. I felt saliva dripping from my mouth.

“You bet, honey. Watch yourself, Guy 2,” Kathy said. “She’s not experienced sucking cock either. Take it easy.”

Thank you, Kathy. He seemed to get harder when Kathy said I was a fresh cock sucker as well as a recent virgin. Kneeling on my hands and knees made it difficult to use one of my hands to stroke the bottom of his shaft or his balls. Everything pretty much up to him and my mouth. The two men seemed to find a rhythm between them, both entering me at the same time and withdrawing in concert. My pussy was getting substantially wetter from the fucking Guy 1 was throwing me. He was fairly good as far as I could tell, though my level of experience wasn’t wide.

I was hoping I wouldn’t orgasm while being fucked like this. I felt bad enough betraying Tan this way. To enjoy it seemed a hundred times worse, but I could feel my arousal rising. I tried to think of other things; to remember I was being forced to do this, that I was cheating on my husband, that these two guys were assholes and didn’t deserve to make me climax, but I was fighting a losing battle and I knew it. Still I tried to ignore the sensations.

Guy 2’s cock swelled in my mouth and warm spurts of cum started filling my mouth. I tried to keep up with the flow, but he was young and randy and fully loaded and cum joined the saliva on my chin. He pulled out and stroked out a few more drops of his sperm which he wiped on my face, before pushing back through my lips to keep himself hard while waiting for Guy 1 to finish. Guy 1 felt close. He was speeding up and breathing hard. Suddenly he slammed deep into me and I felt him release his load, pulsing as he filled me with his sperm.

His spasms ended and I felt a little of his spunk run out of my kitty and down my leg. It seemed he’d been saving up a load as well. As soon as he pulled out, Guy 2 was ready to trade places, pushing into my soggy pussy as soon as his way was clear. Guy 1 took a little more time before entering my mouth. I tasted myself on him when he thrust in through my lips. He was starting to shrink when he went in, but the process quickly reversed itself as he felt my tongue cleaning his prick.

Guy 2 was like a rabbit behind me, pumping away fast. I especially didn’t want to cum while he was fucking me, given he’d wiped his cock all over my face. Once again, they found a rhythm, Guy 2 slamming into me and pushing my mouth over Guy 1’s prick, pushing him farther down my throat then I wanted. I was gagging a little, but Guy 2 was pumping so fast, it didn’t last long before I was bouncing back off his cock and able to get another breath. I could feel Guy 1 going a little deeper into my throat with each thrust. I tried to relax as much as possible, still trying to avoid an orgasm, and hoping to ease the strain on my throat.

You’re being forced, these guys are assholes, don’t cum, open your throat, don’t gag; the mantra going through my mind as they pumped my body from both ends.

Apparently Guy 2 wasn’t satisfied simply to use my body like a sex toy. He wanted to make me cum while he fucked me. He reached around underneath me and started rubbing my clit. Shit, he was making my determination not to climax that much harder. I was straining as hard as I could, every fiber of my being fighting the approaching climax. I was losing. So close, please don’t let me cum, God.

Don’t let me give the fuckers the satisfaction. God didn’t hear my prayer. I screamed around the cock in my mouth and had a monster orgasm, moaning like a banshee as I spasmed. Guy 1 took advantage, grabbing my head and jamming his cock down my throat as he coated my tonsils with his cum. I couldn’t breathe and felt myself going black, not enough air after the rough fucking and losing my air with my scream.

The cock suddenly left my throat and I sucked in air as I heard Kathy say, “Don’t make me use this, you shit. She couldn’t breathe.” She was standing by my shoulder with something in her hand. Whatever it was, it was making Guy 1 back up. Guy 2 was still pumping my pussy but reaching his tipping point. He ignored the drama going in front of him to empty his sack for the second time, deep in my sheath.

Kathy was saying, “Look boys; this is a friendly bet between friends. Nobody needs to get hurt, especially my friend. I have a taser here and I won’t hesitate to use it if you boys don’t treat my friend a little better. Let’s set a few ground rules, okay. She’s perfectly willing to suck and fuck as much as you can get it up, for ninety minutes, the length of our bet, but she needs to breathe. Plus, this isn’t a spitroast deluxe, so no ass fucking. Those are the only rules.” She looked at both of them. “Now, I’m sure we’re all a little dry, so why don’t we have a little more champagne before she works to get your cocks hard.”

Guy 2 was proud to have made me orgasm. He was strutting around like a rooster, though his cock wasn’t hard again yet. He poured the champagne this time. Kathy was sitting next to me on the couch with her arm around my shoulders. I wondered about the cum leaking from my pussy and what it was doing to the vinyl couch. I also wondered how much cum had been spilled on it during its short existence. I received my champagne and downed it fast and gave him my flute for another glass. I hadn’t tasted much of Guy 1’s sperm except what was on his cock when he started in my mouth. He was far down my mouth when he spent the second time. The champagne helped with the lingering taste of cum.

As soon as everyone finished drinking, Kathy left me alone and the guys surrounded me, both cocks somewhat limp but still with signs of life. I took each one in a hand and began stroking while shifting my mouth from one to the other. Guy 1 reached his full erection first and he bent me over the arm of the couch with my head in Guy 2’s lap so I could continue to work on his erection. He filled my pussy in a single thrust, forcing some of their previous cum out of my sheath to run down my legs.

“Christ, she’s still tight after being fucked twice,” Guy 1 said.

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Guy 2 was playing with my breast, squeezing and massaging them none too gently. He also tugged and pulled and twisted my nipples. It hurt, but I felt I deserved the pain. He’d made me cum despite my desire not to, further betraying my husband. He was getting harder and I could start bobbing up and down on his mast. With my hands free, I was also able to massage his balls.

“You’re a real whore, aren’t you. I’ve never met another bitch who’d do this on a fucking bet,” Guy 2 said. I was starting to hate him more and more. Everything he was doing pissing me off. I thought Guy 1 was an asshole, but this guy was a professional. “What a fucking slut.”

I made the fingers on the hand working his balls a little tighter.

“Ouch! Watch it bitch.” He tugged on my hair and pinched a nipple harder. I groaned. Okay, don’t do that again.

“That’s better.”

Guy 1, not wanting to be the one who couldn’t get me off, was rubbing my clit like Guy 2 had, trying to make me orgasm and it was working. I was already worked up from my previous climax and this one would be easier. I could feel it building inside me, the end inevitable. Both of them had cum twice already and would last longer this time. I cried out, cumming on Guy 1’s cock. He didn’t relent on his assault on my clit and he made my orgasm last far longer this time, satisfying his competitive spirit. I was panting like a bitch in heat, shivering on his shaft.

Guy 2 was working my head up and down his cock, since my climax was interfering with the attention I was paying to his prick. He was pushing me deeper than I could usually go, but it didn’t seem to be bothering me as much as it normally did. He was moving my head faster and I expected him to explode down my throat shortly. I climaxed again, even harder, and Guy 1 climaxed with me, adding another load of cum to my pussy. I was still quivering on his cock when Guy 2 pulled me off his cock by my hair and released his load all over my face. As I felt the hot liquid splash all over my face, I knew why my girlfriends said swallowing was preferable to the alternatives. I felt dirty and used. I could feel the sticky stuff clinging to my face.

I looked over at Kathy, wondering what she was thinking as she watched me get fucked and used like this. She was sitting on a chair with her dress pulled up and her panties pushed aside so she could shove three fingers up her pussy. I think she’d cum at the same time as we did.

We all took a break, the men to recuperate and Kathy helped me clean my face with a clean bar rag she found behind the bar. Guy 1 was opening the other bottle of champagne and pouring out more glasses. I looked at Kathy and asked how much longer.

“Twenty minutes,” she replied.

I shook my head in despair. Guy 2 stood in front of me and told me to get on my knees and get him hard again.

“I want to fuck your whore cunt again.” Yeah, I definitely hated him the worst of the two men. My guy was a gentleman in comparison.

I sank to my knees in front of him and took his flaccid prick in my mouth. He drank his champagne as I did it. It was relatively clean. I’d been sucking his cock the last time he’d climaxed. It still had the cum which he hadn’t ejaculated on my face, that he’d wrung out of his prick after. It took about five minutes to get him hard again and I had to work at it. He never got as hard as he’d been at first, but it was hard enough to slide into my slick sheath.

Before pushing up into me, he said, “What a fucking slut. I’ve never seen so Goddamn much cum in my life. It’s dripping on the floor, for Christ’s sake.”

It didn’t stop him from slamming into me with the intent of adding more. If I was a whore, what the hell was he for fucking me? A degenerate John, a disgusting one at that. After he was ensconced in my pussy, Guy 1 sat down and put my mouth over his limp dick. His cock was covered in cum, mine, his, probably Guy 2’s as well as they’d left a puddle of soup in my pussy. It had congealed while we’d refreshed and it was sticky, cold and as nasty as anything I’d ever put in my mouth. I was too tired to pay proper service to his shaft, so he was fucking my head up and down his cock. I was barely licking and sucking anymore, my lips and tongue sore from the last eighty minutes of sucking cock. I just formed my mouth and throat into a hole he could fuck and let him fuck me.

The asshole behind me wanted to get a least one other orgasm out of me. He was frigging my clit again and as tired and miserable as I felt, I was going to cum again. Guy 2 seemed to have the jerkiest fucking motion. No long, slow strokes, no deep plunges, just staccato fucking like his cock was a machine gun going off. With his finger working my clit the same way, I was so damn close to cumming again.

“Ninety minutes. Time’s up boys.”

Shit, I was so close. I pulled my mouth off Guy 1 and yelled, “Don’t stop now, fucker. Fuck me, you bastard. Make me cum.”

The little shit almost squealed in delight knowing I didn’t want him to stop until I orgasmed. Since he wasn’t stopping, Guy 1 didn’t stop either. He pulled my face back over his cock and plunged up into my throat. I swear, if his cock wasn’t all the way in my throat, it was damn close, though he wasn’t as hard as his first time round either. Finally, I reached my crest and started moaning through my orgasm, clasping the cock inside me in spasmodic contractions. Guy 2 groaned and sent whatever his balls had left up my wet, sloppy pussy. Guy 1 climaxed shortly afterward, no longer spurting cum, but little dribbles coming from the head of his cock soaking my tongue.

Guy 2 slapped my ass, saying, “Great fuck, slut. You ever need more help with a fucking bet, I’’m your man.”

Guy 1 milked the last tiny bit of cum out of his cock and rubbed it in my hair. I just collapsed on the couch. They got dressed. Guy 2 took the last of the champagne with him as he left. Kathy went to the sink and got water on the bar cloth. She put my head in her lap and started wiping the cum and spittle off my face. I knew she couldn’t get it all. There had to be some in my hair only a shower would wash out.

Kathy stroked my cheek and said, “We need to wipe some of the cum off your pussy, honey. Can you do it or would you like me to?”

I didn’t want to move. “Can you, please?”

“Sure, baby.”

She gently spread my legs, wiping them down as she got closer and closer to my pussy. “Tell me if it’s too sore,” she said. She started dabbing at my vagina, gently wiping the slimy cum spilling out of my sheath. It was sore. I’d been fucked four times in the last however many minutes, but the cold cloth was soothing and I knew it had to be done. She got up and rinsed it out and returned, getting more of the sticky stuff off me, then wiping the worst of the mess off the couch.

“That’s about the best I can do without getting in a shower, Brenda. We need to get you back. I don’t know how long they intend playing poker tonight. Let me help you get dressed.”

“Okay.”

“We’re not going to put your panties back on. I think they’d get real soiled if we did.”

“Okay.”

I was pretty numb as she helped me put my dress back on. I’d never removed my shoes. She tucked my panties in my purse, called for a cab and told him to call us when he was outside. Maybe a quarter hour later, Kathy got a call and she said we’d be right down. She took my arm and led me downstairs and out into the waiting taxi. She climbed in beside me and held me against her shoulder while the driver asked where we needed to go.

“Stop at a drug store,” Kathy said. “I need to make a quick purchase, then the Grande St. Lucian resort.”

The driver found an all night drug store and Kathy ran in, coming out five minutes later, and then he took us back to my bungalow.

“The lady have too much to drink at the club?” The driver asked as Kathy paid him.

“Yeah, too much to drink,” she answered. Too much cum and not enough alcohol, I thought.

Kathy helped me into my bungalow. “Brenda, you need to take a shower now. We have to get you cleaned up before Tan comes back. Can you do it on your own, or do you need help?”

I felt punch drunk, in shock, hardly able to function. “Help, please.”

“Fine. We need to use this too.” She showed me the item she’d purchased at the drug store, opening the package and taking out a bottle.

“What is it?” I asked.

“A douche. We need to clean your pussy, baby, or cum is going to be leaking out of you tomorrow and maybe the next day. It wouldn’t be good for Tan to see that, right?”

“No, Tan can’t know.”

“I know, dear. Tan can’t know. Get your dress off. Let’s get you in the shower.”

Kathy helped me get undressed, got my shoes off, put me in the shower and started the water running down my back. She took off her own clothes and got in the shower with me. First she washed my hair and face. Before she did more, she took the top off the bottle and put the applicator on.

“You need to spread your legs for me, Brenda.”

“Uh huh. Okay.” Still I didn’t move my legs. Kathy had to nudge them apart. She squirted the liquid up into my pussy and globs of cum washed out, going down the drain. She squirted some more up inside me and more came out, less this time. I watched it disappear. One last time she squeezed the bottle and I felt the rush of fluids into me and the drip, drip, drip as it leaked out of me.

“I hope that’s enough. There isn’t anymore.” She tossed the bottle out of the shower. “I’ll take this home with me, alright?”

I nodded. Kathy thoroughly washed me. She could have taken advantage. I was a zombie at that moment. I might have done anything she wanted, but she was simply kind and professional, doing what she could to get me clean, and no more. Washed, she got me out of the shower and dried me off.

“You need to brush your teeth,” Kathy said. “Your mouth will smell and taste of cum.”

My mouth always tasted of cum now. I drank lots of cum. I brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash.

“What do you wear to bed at night?” Kathy asked.

“Nothing.”

“Then it’s what you have to wear now. Climb into bed.” I moved to the bedroom while Kathy hung up the towels, put the douche bottle in her purse and straightened up the bathroom. She came into the bedroom and gave me a couple pills and a glass of water.

“This is Tylenol PM. It will help you sleep and maybe ease the soreness of your pussy. Take them.”

I swallowed them with some water, then curled up in a little ball. Kathy covered me up and lay down beside me, holding me. I was trembling.

“I orgasmed,” I said. “I didn’t want to. I wanted to let them fuck me and be done with it, but they made me climax. Am I a bad girl, Kathy? Am I a whore like they said I was?”

“No, baby. You’re not a whore. I told you before orgasms are a physiological response to physical stimuli. You don’t have to love someone to cum. Anybody will cum with the right stimulation.”

“I begged him to fuck me. I wanted him to make me cum. I was so close, I begged, even though my time was up. I begged to cum.”

“I know, sweetheart. That doesn’t make you bad. It only means you have needs, just like other people.”

“I hate myself. I hate I climaxed. I hate I begged them to make me cum. I hate I’m doing this to Tanner. What am I if not a whore?”

“Just a normal girl, sweetheart. A normal girl with physical needs, like everyone else. You go to sleep now. I’ll stay here with you until Tan comes back, okay?”

I closed my eyes. “Okay.”

Later, I heard Kathy talking to Tan. “She wasn’t feeling well. I gave her a couple Tylenol PM to help her sleep easier.”

“She didn’t get drunk again, did she?”

“No, she didn’t get drunk, just a bad night.”

She left and Tan got undressed and climbed into bed with me.

“Are you okay, Brenda?”

I pretended to be asleep. He curled himself around me. I’m so sorry, Tan. Please don’t hate me. I finally dropped off again, Tan breathing softly on the back of my neck.

Chapter 10 - Honeymoon Finale

The final part of Tan and Brenda’s honeymoon on St. Lucia. This contains scenes of exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex, public masturbation and sex, and lesbian kissing. If these things don’t appeal to you, don’t read further.

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The next morning I was alone when I awoke. Tan wasn’t in bed nor even in the bungalow. I had no idea where he was. Getting up, I had breakfast. Tan had asked our butler, Roberta to keep the bungalow stocked with breakfast items and it was no problem finding something to eat.

Done eating, I looked at my phone to see if Tan had texted me or left any information for me. I didn’t see anything from Tan, but my blackmailer had texted another movie to me. All 90 plus minutes of my sexual degradation last night condensed down to an eight minute video. It definitely looked done on the rooms security cameras. I hadn’t even thought to look for cameras when I entered the room, concentrating instead on the disgusting task I was facing. If I’d known I was being filmed, would it have made any difference? I’d managed to extract three concessions regarding my servitude last night. Getting more compromises would be difficult. I watched the whole lurid thing. He’d managed to include every time the two men had cum in me and every time I’d cum for them. It ended with me begging for them to fuck me. Tears flowed down my cheeks. Every thing I did was more disgraceful and terrible than the last.

He left one additional message with the video. I had to give a copy of this to the management of the club in return for your use of the VIP room. They loved it.

Wonderful! My shame was now being shared with others. I wiped the tears off of my face. This was intolerable. I couldn’t take anymore. I ran water into the tub. It was time to end it all. The equipment and accoutrements of the resort were first rate. The knives in the kitchenette were razor sharp. A couple slices up my arms would end my misery forever.

I climbed into the tub and looked at my arms, now tan and brown from nearly a week in the sun. I looked at the knife, the edge glistening in the sun. I leaned back, thinking of all I was prepared to give up; my friends, my parents, my husband. None of them would know why I was doing this. All they would know was I’d gone on a honeymoon after marrying the love of my life and then killed myself. Stan and Kathy would know why, but no one else. Would they tell Tan so he wouldn’t blame himself? What about my parents? Would they blame Tan for my death if no one knew why I’d died? Would they believe he’d done something so heinous I was forced to kill myself. What about the police; would they think Tan had something to do with my death? I couldn’t kill myself without an explanation. Something handwritten in my own hand and with my signature would help exonerate my husband, even if I couldn’t explain why I’d done it.

Getting back out of the tub, I looked for paper and pen to write my note. I found a pen in my purse, but no larger sheets of paper. I wandered around the bungalow looking for large sheets of paper. I finally found some resort stationery in one of the desk drawers.

My Dear Tan, I started, I wish my life never reached the point where living no longer seems worthwhile. I know you may blame yourself, or others may blame you, but what I’m doing has nothing to do with you. I love you with all my heart, and what I do now has no bearing upon you or our marriage. It is due to my great shame for things beyond yours or my control, I take this step. Kathy and Stan know what’s happened. I do not want them to tell you what I’ve done as I know it will hurt you horribly, but they can assure you my actions are no reflection on you or my love for you. Know always …..

“Brenda, I’m home. Are you up yet, sleepyhead?” Tan called out. I could hear Tan outside on the dock.

Shit! I’d missed my opportunity. Why had Tan chosen this moment to come back? I left the knife on the counter and I crumpled and stuffed my note into the garbage disposal, the only place I could think where Tan wouldn’t be likely to find it. I slipped back onto the deck and into the tub.

“Brenda, where are you?”

“I’m in the tub. Why don’t you join me?”

“Great idea.” He came out on the deck. “Oh, great, you’re naked. Just the way I like to see you.”

“I forgot to get towels before I got in. Can you get some before you get in?”

“Sure thing, honey.”

He disappeared in the bungalow and came out with a couple towels and our robes. Stripping off his clothes, he climbed in with me, facing me. He didn’t bother drawing the privacy curtain.

“Where did you go this morning?” I asked.

“Since you were sleeping so late, I decided I’d go for a walk on the beach. I met the nicest old gentleman out there collecting shells.”

I knew exactly who he was speaking of, having made his intimate acquaintance a couple days ago.

“Did he talk to you at all?” Did he talk about the tall woman who sucked his cock before he fucked her?

“No. He only spoke French and I only know a few words. He gave me some great shells though. Really nice ones. I’ll show them to you later.”

Relieved, I turned around and leaned back against his chest so I wouldn’t have to look at him, afraid something on my face would give me away; what I’d been ready to do.

“Tan, would you mind if I got together with Kathy this afternoon? I’d like to speak to her about something.”

“We’re going to see them this evening. Can’t it wait until then?”

“Then you and Stan will be around. This is girl stuff which I need to discuss with another female, not two randy males getting ready to play strip poker with two, soon to be naked, women.”

“Getting tired of me already, huh? Need to ditch hubby on your honeymoon and get a girl fix.”

“Not tired of you, dear,” I turned back to kiss him. “Some things are best discussed with a female friend is all.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with our strip poker game tonight, does it? We don’t have to do it if you really don’t want to, Brenda. It sounds like it might be fun, but I’m perfectly willing to skip it if you’re uncomfortable playing.”

“I’ve already said I’m willing, Tan. This has nothing to do with tonight.” It does have to do with last night and this morning and I’m ever so sorry, but I have to leave you now.

“If you must.”

“Thank you, darling.” I reached back to stroke his face. He nuzzled into my neck and kissed my neck, shoulder and ears.

One last time. One last time to love him before I said goodbye forever. “Take me into the bedroom and make love to me, Tan.”

I stood up and grabbed a towel, holding it over myself. He got out of the tub and dried off, his penis already starting to rise in anticipation. He didn’t seem to care about the people in their watercraft a hundred to two hundred yards away. Why should he? He was a god of old, hard, chiseled from stone, magnificent in every way. I wondered why I should. It was my last day on earth. I didn’t know anyone here. I dropped my towel and let him breathe me in, take in every molecule of my nudity as I’d done him. Taking his hand, I led him into the bedroom, wanting him to fill me in every conceivable way.

Sitting him on the bed, my mouth enveloped his cock, thick and hard. I took as much of him as I could, wishing I could take all of him, every inch of his spectacular instrument which had given me so much pleasure in so brief a time. I stroked his shaft, encouraging his growth, my other hand weighing the stones in his sack. I wish I could have given him a child, some particle of me he could keep.

I’d been so foolish, allowing myself to be pressured into what I’d done. Rushed, afraid, worried about what others might think. I should have trusted his love in the first place, never kneeling to take the cock of another man. I supposed my blackmailer might send his videos, his pictures, my shame; to Tan in retaliation for my ruining his fun. At least Tan would know why I killed myself and not hold himself responsible. He would hate me, the thing I’d become, but at least he wouldn’t blame himself.

Fully hard now, I pushed him back on the bed and mounted him. Not completely prepared for him, the water from the tub helped ease his entry into me. Fully spearing me on his shaft, I waited for my body to catch up to his. To feel his heat and hardness, his thickness in the depths of me, releasing my fluids, preparing the way for him to have me. His hands palmed my breasts, rubbing and caressing, conjuring my juices, the slickness I required to ride him.

Ready at last, my body moved up and down Tan’s shaft, and I tried to imprint this feeling of fullness, this pleasant pressure in my mind, so it could be the last thing I remembered as I slipped away. I surrendered to him, his cock, my body shivering as the waves of ecstasy flowed through me. So good, so right, so perfect in every way. My cum made me wetter, and I rode him harder, faster, bouncing vigorously on his cock, striving to bring him with me, to feel him explode in me. He was breathing harder, and I leaned over to capture his breath, to feel it meeting mine, our lips touching. Tan grunted, his wetness invaded me, adding to my own. I didn’t stop. I was close again. My eyes closed and my pussy convulsed, milking his balls of his seed. I waited until my tremors stopped.

“Thank you, my love,” I whispered. “It was exactly what I needed right now.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” he answered.

“Not all,” I whispered. “I enjoyed it too.” I laid full length on him, listening to the beating of his heart until his cock retreated from my body.

He started to stir. “Not yet, Tan. Please lie with me a moment. I’ll reward you for your patience.”

Tan relaxed and I felt his body go slack, his breathing settle, his heart slow, no longer driven by our need. For five minutes, I lay on top of him, remembering, wishing I’d had more time with him. One last thing I’d do for him. I got up and when he tried to rise with me, I pushed him back on the bed. “Not yet. I’m not finished.”

I knelt over his penis, now limp, and gently cradled it in my mouth, tasting myself and him, finally able to take all of him. I cleaned him, removing the detritus of our love, not ceasing when he was clean, but feeling him grow again, filling my mouth. One last time I wanted him to spend over my tongue, to feel the heat, the saltiness, explode inside me.

Gently, I coaxed him to his full length, coaxed the stirring in his sack; coaxed the eruption of thick cream into my throat to the sounds of his rapture, gathered it all, swallowing his offering. Now I was done.

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Getting up, I sent a text to Kathy asking her to meet me at the pool in an hour where we’d become acquainted and to bring paper. I didn’t take a shower. I wanted to smell Tan and our passion on me as long as possible. When I was sure Tan wasn’t looking, I slipped the knife and pen into my purse. I put on one of my more modest suits, not wanting my demise to be more lurid than it would already be. When it was time to leave, I kissed Tan on last time, putting as much of my heart and soul into it as I could, hoping he would remember his last kiss from me with fondness.

“I’ll see you later, Tan,” I lied; the last of many lies.

“Okay, honey. Have fun. Tell Kathy I said I’ll see her tonight.”

“Of course you will.” Maybe she and Stan would be willing to let her comfort you. I could ask her.

I walked up to the pool, finding the grotto where we’d been before. It was still deserted. Good, I didn’t want to look for another place and this was as pretty a place as I could find to spend my last minutes on earth.

Kathy arrived a few minutes after I did. She was topless, assuming we were going to be sunning ourselves.

“Hey, Brenda. What’s up? Why did you need paper? They have stationery paper in the desk.”

“I threw mine in the disposal so Tan wouldn’t see it.”

“Why would you care if Tan saw paper?”

“It had a suicide note on it.”

“Fuck, Brenda. What the hell were you thinking?”

“The same thing I’m thinking now. I need to end it. I can’t live my life like this, Kathy. It’s too much. I’m so ashamed of myself. I don’t want to keep doing what my blackmailer wants me to do. I can’t. It’s only going to get worse and worse and I can’t see an end for myself. I will be forced into ever more degrading things, all in the hope Tan won’t learn of what I’ve already done and each one of them will be worse. Each new one will force me into doing another, even more humiliating and demeaning act. It will never end and he will probably learn of it all anyway. I will have saved myself only time with him, all so he can hate and despise me more when he finally knows what I’ve done. I can’t do it anymore.”

“Suicide isn’t the answer, Brenda. It’s a permanent ending to a temporary problem.”

“There’s nothing temporary about this, Kathy. He has me by the throat and will keep shaking me until I’m dead.”

“There has to be another answer. Killing yourself isn’t it.”

“I’ve wracked my brain for anything else. I don’t even know who he is or how he’s taking pictures of me. Well, I suppose I know how he got the last ones. I didn’t even check for security cameras last night, I was so wrapped up in what I was being forced to do. Every second of my fucking humiliation clearly recorded and condensed down to eight minutes right up to where I begged to be fucked by two strangers on my honeymoon. What else would you have me do? I can’t stand my life now. I’ve made my peace with it.”

“Let me see it, Brenda.”

I opened the text and let her watch me degrade myself for the second time.

“Jesus,” was all she said when it finished.

“I can’t live my life like this anymore. I want you to make sure Tan knows it’s not his fault. I hope he never finds out the details, but make sure he doesn’t blame himself, even if you have to tell him why I’ve killed myself. It’s my own fault.”

I pulled the knife and pen from out of the beach bag and asked for the paper.

“I can’t let you do this, Brenda. You’ll have to kill me first.”

I looked at her. “I know you’re trying to be a friend, but a friend would know when my life has spiraled out of my control. If not now, I’ll do it soon, when I’ve returned to Georgia. You can’t stop me forever. I would like it to be now so you can tell Tan it’s not his fault, but I’ll wait if I have to. I’d even like you to hold my hand, but if you’re here when they discover my body, they might hold you responsible for failing to stop it. Just give me the paper and walk away.”

“Brenda, no. Don’t do this. You can’t.”

“What am I living for, Kathy? My utter ruination? The loss of every ounce of respect I have for myself? The looks of disgust and shame on the face of every person I love when they learn what I’ve done? That’s no life. Better to end it now so I never have to see what I become if I continue.”

“What if you could get it to end; to stop it before you reached that point?”

“How? I don’t even know who’s doing this to me. I’m not even sure who my friends are anymore. I can’t speak to anyone about it. If I go to the police it will all come out.”

Kathy thought for awhile. “What if you hired a private detective? Someone who could find out who’s doing it to you? Maybe they could make it stop. They could keep your information confidential and if you knew who it was, maybe you could end it. It’s another way, a better way than suicide.”

I thought about it. I hadn’t considered someone other than the police. I didn’t even care if the person or persons responsible were arrested and prosecuted. I only wanted it to stop, without it ever coming out. I could at least talk to one, see what they could do. I put the knife back in my bag. Kathy hugged me and I started crying and she cried with me. Finally, a glimmer of hope; a speck of light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. As long as I had any hope at all, I could endure. I cried for several minutes, relieved to have any other option at all, knowing Kathy had saved my life, at least for now.

When I finally sobbed myself out, Kathy said, “Can we get a little sun now? I have to go home in a few more days and I want to get as tan as I can before returning.”

“Yes, you can get some sun now,” I replied, giving her a sisterly kiss. “Thank you.”

“Good, put some lotion on my back. I’ve probably burned to a crisp while we’ve been sitting here.”

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in days. “Of course.” Kathy pulled out some lotion and I rubbed it all over her back, neck and shoulders. I turned and she did the same for me, rubbing the tension out of my neck and shoulders as she worked. I had knots on knots, so tense from my decision to end my life this morning. It was all melting away now I felt another choice existed. She handed me the lotion to finish off my front. We spent the next couple hours talking about anything else.

Finally, our afternoon drew to a close and we said our goodbyes for now.

“Thank you, again,” I said. “I was at the end of my rope.”

She hugged and kissed me again. “No problemo. What are friends for. I’ll see you later.”

“What time are you coming over?”

“I think the boys arranged a date for 7:30. Are you nervous?”

“A little. I’m concerned about the penalties.”

“I’ll make sure Stan doesn’t put anything too outrageous on the list of penalties. You can have final approval of any choices remaining.”

“That’s comforting.”

I went back to the bungalow and gave Tan a huge hug and a kiss, relieved to be seeing him again after thinking I’d said my last goodbyes to him earlier.

“What was that for?” He asked.

“Because I love you so much.”

“Did you have a good talk with Kathy?”

“A wonderful talk. She’s a great friend.”

“I called Roberta and arranged for another meal to be delivered. I ordered a tuna steak for you with a salad if you don’t mind. I figured you wouldn’t want to load up too heavy before our game. It’s early enough you can change it if you need to.”

“It sounds wonderful.” Since I’d expected my last meal to be the bagels and cream cheese I ate this morning, anything sounded good to me.

“I got a text from Stan telling us to wear seven items to be removed for the game tonight.”

“All right.” I knew what I could wear.

I removed my top and went out on the deck to sun myself a little more before our food came, making sure to spread high SPF lotion on my breasts.

Tanner whistled. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“I bet you say that to all your wives.”

Tan laughed. “You’re right. I say it to every one of them.”

He bent down for a kiss while he caressed one of my breasts, making my nipple pucker for him. He went in and worked on his computer for awhile, answering emails and the like. Our food arrived at six and I devoured it like I’d starved for weeks. I was so glad to be eating another bite, it tasted so good. After eating, I went into the bathroom to shower and dress, having skipped it earlier after our sex. Seven items, two shoes, shorts, blouse, bra, panties and my tiny bikini bottoms. I chose a lacy bra and panty set. It was fairly see through, but since there was a possibility I’d lose everything anyway, it didn’t seem to make much difference.

Kathy and Stan came over at seven-thirty and Stan was carrying a bottle with a green liquid in it, and some tiny glasses, even tinier than shot glasses.

He held up the bottle, saying, “Absinthe. Part of the penalty for losing.”

“The green fairy,” Tan said. “Interesting choice.”

“I’ve never heard of absinthe. What is it?” I asked.

“It’s a very potent liqueur which was originally made from wormwood with other ingredients for flavoring, and it mostly tastes like anise or licorice. It was very popular at one time, particularly in France, then it was banned in much of the world for awhile, but is coming back,” Stan said.

“Why was it banned?” I asked.

“A man in Germany killed all of his family after getting drunk on absinthe. It wasn’t the only thing he was drunk on. He’d been drinking for two solid days, but absinthe got blamed for it. That was the start of it. In reality, it’s no worse than any other type of alcohol, except it’s very strong.”

“Is that why it you brought such tiny glasses?” I inquired.

“Oh, yeah. Your typical hard liquor like whiskey or vodka is around eighty proof or 40% alcohol. Absinthe is roughly 75% alcohol or 150 proof and can go higher. Even if we were using shot glasses, we’d be plastered after a half dozen.”

“Why did Tan call it the ‘green fairy’?”

“The color obviously, plus I guess because you were flying high. It’s a name which stuck.”

“I’ve played strip poker a half different ways,” Tan said. “How do you want to play it?”

“How many times have you played strip poker?” I asked Tan.

“Too many to count. You knew my reputation. I played around some.”

I nodded. It was true. Tan had a reputation as a rake.

Stan said, “Well, if you bet items of clothes, the game ends too quick. The way I like to play is the loser of any hand gives up an item of clothing. The loser is the lowest hand still playing. The winner is the highest hand still playing. Anyone who folds doesn’t have to give up anything. The loser also has to have a drink of absinthe, plus other possible penalties to the loser or rewards to the winner.”

“What kind of penalties were you thinking of?” Tan asked.

“I made a list of possible penalties. We kind of use these for some of our games with people we party with. Kathy already went through it and eliminated anything she thought wouldn’t fly.” He handed the list to Tan. “The ones crossed out are already gone. There’s only three left.”

Tan looked it over. “I could live with all three of these, but I suspect Brenda would have an issue with one of them.” He handed it over to me.

I examined the list. I looked at the ones crossed off the list already. It included things like the winner could finger the loser, or kiss their breasts or lick their sexual organs. Obviously a list for people who were willing and able to have sex with other people. Kathy had said she’d eliminate those things and she had. The only things remaining were the winner and loser of each hand would kiss while in a full bodied embrace for a minute no matter their state of dress. For the squeamish, the spouse of the loser or winner could pay the penalty, so Tan wouldn’t have to kiss Stan or the other way around. Theoretically, I wouldn’t have to kiss Kathy either, though I had no particular objection to do so. The one time she’d kissed me with some passion, I’d enjoyed it.

The other two were designed for the overall winner and loser. In one the overall loser would masturbate themselves to orgasm for the overall winner. The others could be present or not at the loser’s choice. I’d masturbated for Tan, though he’d never done so for me. I could admit to a certain amount of curiosity regarding how men masturbated and what it looked like and even how another woman might do it since I’d never seen a woman do it either. It bordered on a sex act with another, but involved no touching of another person.

The remaining one was the loser had to masturbate the winner to orgasm. Again, it could be with only the two or with the others present. The spouse could pay the penalty for the loser. It would save Tan from having to masturbate Stan or vice versa, but it also meant the chances of my having to masturbate Stan would double. I assumed Tan would masturbate Kathy himself and accept it from her without issues, but if Stan was the overall winner and either I or Tan the loser, I would be masturbating Stan. It would consist of fondling another person to orgasm. Kathy would be happy to touch me to orgasm, which I could also see as not being an issue for Stan, but would Tan feel the same way if Stan made me cum?

I was surprised he’d say he had no issue with it. Was he doing it for their benefit, to show he was as sophisticated as they were, expecting I’d reject it anyway? I briefly considered testing whether he truly had no issues by agreeing to it, but I could not persuade myself to do so, even though I’d done much worse recently. Perhaps it was because I’d done much worse I couldn’t. I remembered how Tan seemed to become rougher with me when he thought he needed to reassert his dominance as my lover. If Stan or I ended up masturbating the other to orgasm, how rough would he become.

That brought me back to the first of the two overall penalties. It was a step up from mere nudity to be masturbating for another person. I assumed I would do Tan in private if he won and I lost. If anyone else won, I would want Tan to be there so he knew nothing other than masturbation took place, which meant everyone would be watching me masturbate, not just the winner. The alternative was if I was the winner and anyone else won. It was the loser’s choice. If anyone else was the loser, and I was the winner, they would decide who they masturbated in front of. It might only be me. How crazy would it make Tan if Stan masturbated only for me? Again, I assumed Kathy would create no problems for him, no matter who she masturbated for.

The question became one of how ready I was to be the wet blanket of this party. I eventually decided on the first and not the second. I was unwilling to touch anyone else or have them touch me. It had too many land mines. It took several minutes for me to run all the choices through my head, but no one pressured me, waiting calmly as I made up my mind.

“I’ll agree to the kissing and to the loser masturbating themselves, not the other.”

“Let’s get started then,” Stan said. “Draw for deal, dealer’s choice on the game.”

“Unless we want to play at the table,” Tan said, “I suggest we play on the bed in the bedroom.”

Nobody had a problem with the suggestion and we adjourned to the king size bed.

We drew and I became the first dealer, calling five card draw. Poker is a game of percentages, the more cards in play, the better your chance of getting a good hand. Five card stud meant every player only had five cards to make up a hand. Five card draw gave you up to nine cards to make up a good hand. Seven card stud, gave you seven, seven card draw up to eleven. Texas hold ’em gave you seven cards, but four of the cards belonged to everyone, so if four aces showed up in the flop, everyone had four aces and the blind cards would determine the winner. Running bluffs in strip poker was next to impossible, especially since we weren’t betting clothing items. You either had the cards or you didn’t. In a draw game, you could bluff a little by standing pat, thereby making your opponents think your hand was good enough not to draw replacement cards and hope they folded, but if you tried it too often, your opponents would figure it out and make you pay.

The other part of poker consisted of knowing your opponent; how risky or safe someone played, if they had tells which gave away good or bad cards. Some psychology and skill at body language helped to know if their cards were good or they were running bluffs. In strip poker; unless you were playing a draw game, you couldn’t bluff at all, so it was primarily playing percentages on the likelihood of a good hand. I’d decided I was going to play a conservative game, trying to get a gauge on how the others played poker. Unless I felt I had a sure fire winner, I would fold most of my hands to see what everyone else was doing.

I dealt and got a pair of twos. I folded; Tan won and Kathy lost. She took her drink, shed a necklace, and they both stood and kissed. It looked like a fairly chaste kiss, without much tongue, though I expected that wouldn’t last throughout the evening. I kept a close eye on the other players for the next eleven hands, trying to determine how they played. Kathy seemed to take risks, but I suppose she didn’t really care if she was naked. She didn’t really start to buckle down until she lost her first three items, the necklace and shoes; all but her blouse, shorts and underwear. Tan had lost two items, but he lost on good hands, which meant he was playing conservatively; wasn’t taking needless risks. He took his drinks and lost his watch and a bracelet. One of his losses was to Stan. I kissed Stan for him and Stan was somewhat gracious, a mostly chaste kiss until right before the kiss ended when he parted my lips with his tongue. Stan lost one item, a watch, also on a good hand. The rest of the time, people had folded. The only time I’d stuck in the game thus far was when playing five card stud, I had a pair of aces which I thought was fairly safe and it was; I won the hand, beating Tan who I’d been happy to kiss, passionately.

The third time I dealt, I called Texas hold ’em. I got two small spades in my blind and the first flop was another spade; a possible flush which wasn’t bad for this game. The next two flop cards were both aces and I saw Kathy’s eyes widen momentarily on the second one, so I guessed she had at least one more ace in her blind. Tan and Stan both dropped out. I figured I could stick around a little longer. The last flop was another spade. I picked up my cards like I thought of throwing them in, then set them down again as if I wasn’t sure. Let’s see what Kathy made of that. I dealt us both the last blind. I watched Kathy pick up hers and it didn’t seem her expression changed, so I guessed it didn’t make a difference. I picked mine up and tried to keep my face neutral when I saw the fifth spade. It would be hard to guess I had a flush as three of the spades were blind. I’d stayed in the game, so Kathy had to assume I had at least another pair to go with the aces on the table. Two pair is the minimum you’d usually stick around for in a seven card deal. If she had a blind ace, I couldn’t have two, so four of a kind was out of the question. It was possible we both had three aces, and then a high secondary card would be the winner. I knew I had no ace, so the question was did she have both, or only one. If she had both, I lost. Only one and I won unless she also had another pair for a full house. With a flush, I had to take my chances. I laid them down.

“A flush. Do you have three or four aces?”

“Only three,” Kathy said, downing another shot of absinthe. She stood up and took off her blouse, leaving her with a transparent bra on top. She started toward me for the penalty kiss. I asked Tanner to take it for me. Kathy pouted for a moment, but slapped a grin on her face when she realized my replacement was pretty fair game himself. Perhaps it was partly retaliation for my refusing to kiss, and partly the fourth drink of absinthe, but she plastered her body against him and kissed him open mouthed for the full minute. If the bulge in Tan’s shorts was any indication, he enjoyed the kiss immensely. I decided I might take her future penalties myself considering how bare she was becoming and how much Tan was enjoying it. Tan would already be kissing her every time he lost to her, or she or Stan to him.

“We were all bragging about our poker prowess, but you’re a pretty fair poker player yourself, Brenda. You haven’t lost once so far.”

“Intercollegiate sports, ladies and gentlemen. You have to do something on the bus and in the hotel rooms. Oh, and my Daddy made it to the regional finals of the World Series of Poker.”

“Tan, you brought in a ringer,” Kathy laughed, “though from the expression on your face, I doubt you knew it.”

Having gotten a gauge of how the others were playing, and not having lost yet, I decided I could afford a few more risks than I’d taken so far. I started folding less often, willing to risk less than perfect hands in a play. The rest must have felt the same, because everybody folded less frequently from that point on. Over the next several hands, Tan lost both his shoes, one to Kathy and one to Stan and I again stood in for the kiss. Given how his wife had kissed Tan, Stan held me close and the kiss was primarily open mouthed. I was breathing harder when he finished. Stan was not a bad kisser. Stan also lost twice, once to me and once to Kathy. I lost twice, tasting the absinthe for the first time and losing my shoes. One of the losses was to Tan and one to Kathy. I let her take the penalty from me and she kissed better than Stan, softer, smoother, creamier with her lipstick on. Kathy lost another hand to Stan and had to shed her shorts, showing her panties were as transparent as her bra. While Stan kissed her, he caressed her breasts, turning her nipples into hard buttons. At least they were married.

Thus far, Tan had lost four times, Kathy five, Stan three, and me twice. Stan was right about the absinthe; it was potent stuff. Even the two small shots I’d taken were having an affect on me. I stopped the game momentarily to get bottles of water for myself and anyone else who wanted it. I returned to the game and Kathy dealt, seven card draw. I got three jacks in my hand and drew four, picking up a pair of twos. A full house is a good hand no matter what you were playing, so I stayed in, losing to Kathy’s four tens. I finally had to surrender a piece of clothing that meant something, taking off my blouse and exposing my lacy bra to three pairs of avid eyes. Kathy claimed her penalty after I downed another shot of absinthe. When she was finished with me, I was glad we were only kissing for a minute and not longer.

From that moment on, my luck and Stan’s both took a nosedive. Over the next five hands, he and I both lost twice, while Tan lost once. Kathy maintained. Of the two times I lost, I shed my shorts the first time and had to kiss Stan. I also had to kiss Stan when Tan lost his shirt to him. The next time I lost was a tougher decision. I could lose the panties which covered my very brief swim suit bottoms or my bra. I finally decided on the panties, as even the briefest of bottoms was still a covering; losing the bra was not. I lost to Tan and he clasped my near naked butt in his two large hands and pillaged my mouth, holding me tight to his bare chest. Stan lost to Kathy, losing only a shoe, the first time, but lost to Tan the second, losing his shirt and I had to accept his kiss for Tan. When he was done, I was panting again, and asked to stop for more water.

We were now in a dead heat. All of us had lost five times. Kathy and I had our tops and bottoms covered, Stan and Tan had shorts and Fruit of the Looms. The game was getting down to the nitty gritty. Both men were showing the effects of kissing barely dressed women, sporting erections. I couldn’t speak for Kathy, but I was feeling on the juicy side myself. The first deal after getting the water ended up with everyone folding but Tan. The next deal finally broke Kathy’s lucky streak. She lost to Tan and surrendered her bra. Her lovely tits squashed up against Tan’s chest as she forked over her penalty. His hands were squeezing her nylon covered bottom. They were both panting when Stan called time.

Tan lost the next deal to Stan. Off came his shorts, exposing his low rise, boxer briefs. The tip of his cock was sticking up under the band. Kathy whistled.

“Nice cock, big man,” she said. I couldn’t disagree with her. I had to kiss Stan again for Tan. I was really feeling the euphoria of my five shots of absinthe. My head was spinning even before I kissed him, and was spinning faster when we were done. I noticed I was holding him almost as tightly as he held me and it seemed the minute took forever to end. The next hand was another bust, with all but me folding.

Stan dealt the next hand, another game of Texas hold ’em. I got dealt a three and five of hearts in the blind. The next two cards of the flop were a ten of hearts, and a three of diamonds. Possible flush or pair of threes. Still worth sticking around for. Both Tan and Stan dropped out after the second flop, seeing nothing of interest in their hands. Kathy stayed in and I wondered what she had. Could be almost anything. Six of hearts flopped next, so flush looking better and better. The last flop was the three of clubs. I now had four hearts and was a heart away from the flush, and three treys, a three away from four of a kind. I could live with either of those if I got it. Kathy stayed in so either she also had a couple hearts or something entirely unknown. She couldn’t have threes like I did. Might have a pair to match with the six or ten to make a full house. I guess I’d assume the full house and fold if I got the flush and play on if I got the three. Stan dealt the last down and dirty. I got the three and Kathy didn’t fold.

“Four threes,” I said laying down my cards.

“Four tens,” she replied, putting hers down. There they were, staring me in the eye. She’d gotten a pair of tens to start and had the full house with the last flop, which would have lost, but picked up the fourth ten on her last blind. I drank my absinthe shot and took of my bra, baring my breasts.

“Come to mama,” Kathy said, holding out her arms. I walked over to her side of the bed and she stood up to meet me. She pulled me close for the kiss. I’d never realized before that moment what it would be like kissing another woman while we were both bare breasted. I was taller, so mine were above hers, but still, it was like bumping up against two soft, squishy pillows. It felt nice, especially as sexually charged as I was from the constant kissing and near nudity. I enjoyed the kiss and again, it seemed the minute went on longer than I expected. Apparently, my sense of time passage was being screwed up by the alcohol. I was sure my pussy was leaking when we’d finished. Hers were clear, so it was evident Kathy was.

I dealt the next hand, five card draw. When the draw was done, only Stan and I were standing. Either I was going out, or Stan was losing his shorts. I had three queens, so fairly confident of my hand for this particular game. I wasn’t wrong either. Stan had three nines, but it wasn’t enough. He took a shot and removed his shorts, revealing he wore boxers. His erect cock was sticking out the front. He came over to present his forfeit and I felt his erection rubbing against my stomach between us as we clung to each other. When it was over, I glanced at Tan. His eyes seemed to have fires burning inside. I could sense his tension. Not so much that he wanted to hurt anyone, but that he was ready to reestablish his dominance the first chance he got. I wondered again what he would have done if I’d agreed to the masturbating someone else penalty. Had he been serious or depending on me to take it off the list?

Tan dealt next and it was another bust. Everyone but Kathy folded. I drank some more water. I seemed unusually thirsty and I wondered if it was a property of the absinthe. Kathy dealt next, five card stud. Since I was down to my last item of clothing, I was going to be cautious. I’d fold on anything less than a pair of jacks. I did better, getting two pair, sevens and sixes. Everyone else but Stan dropped out. One of us was going to go naked and would end up masturbating for someone or everyone, losers choice. It’s funny we’d ended up facing each other the last two hands, both of them critical.

I laid my cards down. “Sixes and sevens, Stan. What have you got?”

“Three fours, darling. You lose.”

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I drank my last shot, stood up, pulled the ties on my bottoms and let them fall to the floor. It was the first time Stan had seen me bare, the only one in the room who’d not seen me fully naked before. I’d felt naked, wearing the white suit on our boating trip, but I was covered, if barely. Only Tan didn’t know Kathy had already seen me. Stan’s cock was fully erect, poking out of his boxers, and a drop of pre-cum glistened on the head. I approached Stan and he pulled me into his embrace. This time his cock didn’t rub only on my stomach, it rubbed against my mound, hard and needy. One hand was on my bare bottom, the other mid-back crushing my breasts against his chest as we kissed, our tongues dancing with one another. I lost track of time again, rubbing against Stan as he rubbed against me. I heard someone moaning and feared it was me. Tan called time and I was dizzy when I backed away. I was out of the game. They only thing remaining was to determine the winner, the person I’d masturbate for.

Stan dealt, calling seven card draw. Everyone stuck through the draw; why wouldn’t they. But after the draw, Kathy folded and Stan and Tan were left. Both of them looked more intense, studying their cards and I wondered why. Then I realized they wouldn’t pay the penalty if they lost, their wife would pay it for them, so either Kathy or I would be kissing the naked husband of the other. Kathy and Stan probably didn’t care, but Tan would. If Tan won, he’d be kissing Kathy, an outcome I’m sure he’d find preferable to me once again kissing Stan.

Stan put his cards down. “Four tens.”

“Fuck!” Tan exclaimed, throwing his cards down. A full house; not enough. He took off his underwear, the waistband leaving an imprint on his rigid cock. I stood up. Time to pay the penalty for my husband. Did he regret not paying his own at this moment? Probably not, but I was also certain he wished I wasn’t paying for him. This time, Stan put both of his hands on my bottom, nearly lifting me off the floor as we kissed, grinding our bodies against each other. My thoughts when the kissing first started that they wouldn’t stay innocent for long, proven true much earlier in the game. I wasn’t doing anything Tan hadn’t done himself with Kathy, though she was never naked as I was now, rubbing against Stanley’s rampant prick. Tan called time and I sat down. I wouldn’t be masturbating for Tan. I guess that meant I’d be masturbating for everyone as I couldn’t foresee not letting him know what I was doing with another person.

Kathy called five card stud and dealt the cards. This would end the game quickly if no one folded. Five cards, winner take all.

“A pair of jacks,” Kathy announced.

“Beats my fives,” Stan answered. He drank his absinthe and removed his boxers. They were insignificant anyway, since his prick poked through the hole in front. It did help me to see his balls though. They looked slightly bigger than Tan’s, a full sack, though his cock lacked Tan’s length and girth. He went to Kathy to surrender his kiss and her hands caressed his shaft and sack as they kissed. Before Tan called time, he ejaculated, his sperm shooting halfway up Kathy’s body.

“Oops,” she said. “My fault. I should have known how close you were. I feel ready to climax too.” She grabbed a towel and wiped herself off, then Stan, squeezing out the last of his release into the towel.

I was on edge too, so I knew I’d be joining Stan quickly, almost as soon as I started to masturbate.

“Another shot before we start the penalty phase?” Stan asked.

Everyone agreed except me. I remained silent, feeling numb, but I drank it when they handed it to me.

“Would you like some privacy?” Stan asked, “or should we all remain here?”

I looked at Tan. This time his eyes told me nothing. He wouldn’t even look at me. I didn’t know what he wanted. Did he want me to masturbate for everyone, or only Kathy? I knew he’d want it to be everyone if Stan had won, but I wasn’t sure about Kathy. If I did it for everyone, Stan would still be watching me masturbate. Since I didn’t know what he wanted, I made my own choice.

“Please, remain here.”

“Why don’t you get comfortable on the bed,” Kathy said. “Lean back on the pillows, spread your legs and show us all your pretty pussy.”

“Okay,” I said softly.

I plumped a couple pillows up against the headboard and lay back with my head on the pillows and spread my legs for them. Kathy sat cross legged between mine, the position of honor. Tan and Stan sat on the edges of the bed slightly behind her. I put one hand on my breast to play with my nipple, while my right hand went between my legs, lightly touching my cleft.

“Very good, Brenda,” Kathy said. “You’re a very lovely young woman. I’m going to enjoy watching you cum. Why don’t you start?”

I extended my ring and middle finger on either side of my clit, slowly rubbing. I knew I was wet with excitement, my folds unfurling as they filled with blood. All three of them could probably look up my kitty and see the liquid beginning to pool as my body prepared for sex. The alcohol, the constant kissing, the hard cocks and naked bodies had combined to arouse me as it had Stan, Tan and Kathy. Tan’s cock was a flagpole, which he held loosely in his hand. Was he going to stroke himself? Kathy’s position showed me her wetness. The transparent panties glasslike where her pussy juices had soaked them. I did not believe it would be long before I orgasmed for them. Even the act of them watching was exciting to me. I’d never masturbated for anyone before Tan, and now I was doing it for not only him, but two of our friends, and the idea they were watching me cum flipped some exhibitionist switch in my brain.

I stroked my clit for a few moments until I was practically purring in delight. Not content to show them myself only petting my exterior, I inserted my two middle fingers in my pussy and started finger fucking myself, coating them in my cream and moaning like the damned. My eyes closed. I felt a hand on my leg, assuming it was either Tan or Kathy. Stan would be touching the other leg if he were touching me. I was squeezing my tit, and pinching the nipple, stretching it out before letting it snap back to my breast. I started switching back and forth, caressing my clit, or fucking my sheath. I felt liquid leaking from my pussy and running down to my ass.

“I’m close,” I moaned, “so close. I’m going to cum for you. Cum for all of you.”

All of a sudden, my back arched, my pussy clamped onto my fingers in rhythmic contractions. Waves of spasms rolled through my abdomen and groin and a fresh spate of cum covered my hand.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried. “I’m cumming. Can you see me cum for you?”

Suddenly, my hand was pulled from my pussy and a thick cock replaced it, increasing my pleasure. I opened my eyes and Tan was there, staring at me as he drove into me over and over. He was fucking me in front of my friends and I didn’t care. I only wanted to be filled by him; to cum for him. I was floating and there was only his cock fucking my cunt; nothing else. I wrapped my legs around him and clutched him to me, pulling him deeper, his cock a fulcrum on which I teetered, ready to fall into the abyss.

I heard screams beside me and turned to see Kathy bent over the bed, her head close to mine, Stan driving into her from behind, pure lust on her face as he fucked into her. I stretched up and kissed her, parting her lips as my tongue dove into her. Her lips were so soft as they kissed mine. I cried out into her mouth as I climaxed again, and then again, one following on the tail of another. I don’t know how long it went on, only that at some point, I was asleep and there was nothing in my pussy, no cock filling it, and I felt empty and alone, before drifting back into darkness.

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The next morning, my head was pounding when I woke up, the after effects of too much ‘green fairy’, no aspirin and not enough water. The bed was trashed. I dragged myself into the kitchen, got two bottles of water out of the refrigerator, drinking half of the first straightaway, finding some aspirin and taking two with the rest of the bottle. With the worst of my problems taken care of, I looked for Tan, finding him out on the deck in one of the chaise lounges, a towel over his head. I pulled the towel off and he groaned, squinting his eyes.

“Put it back,” he complained. “It’s too bright.”

I wanted to scream at him, but I knew if I raised my voice, my own head would explode. I whispered, “Serves you right, for fucking me in front of our friends.”

He had the grace to look guilty. I handed him the bottle of water. “Drink this. I think it will help. I’ll get more.”

I handed him the towel and went back for more water and aspirin. At least he was suffering too. I got two more water, more aspirin and a beach hat which I put on my head immediately. He was right about that anyway; it was too bright. Returning to the deck, I handed him another water, the aspirin, then looked down at myself. I had dried cum all over my body. Lots of cum. Like maybe more than one persons cum. I was naked, my pussy ached, and I had cum all over myself. Please, God, please; let it be just mine and Tan’s. There were lots of watercraft out in the water and I couldn’t even work up the energy to care if anyone saw me.

I ran some water into the ‘Tranquility Tub’ and sat down in it, needing to clean myself off. I drank more from my bottle, and sank down into warm water with the hat over my eyes and went back to sleep. When I woke again, the water was cold, so I let some out, added more hot, drank the rest of my bottle and took stock.

Most of my headache was gone. Time, the aspirin and water having helped significantly. There was still some dried cum sticking to me. Apparently soaking alone wasn’t going to do the trick; scrubbing was required. My memory was foggy. I remembered the strip poker, the passionate kissing, the naked bodies, losing, Kathy winning, Stan spraying his seed on her as they kissed, masturbating myself to orgasm, Tan plunging into me. Beyond that was a blur of hard pounding pricks, wails of pleasure, soft lips. I remembered Tan’s face, and Kathy’s, looming over mine, but thankfully, not Stan’s, so hopefully I hadn’t parted my legs for him as well. What had we done?

“Can I join you?”

I looked up and saw Tan standing over me. “If you bring towels and a washcloth, otherwise I have no use for you.”

He looked for a moment like he wanted to argue about it, but finally, he nodded and left. He returned a few minutes later with a couple towels and a washcloth, which he handed to me as he set the towels down on the deck. He got into the tub facing me. I looked at him.

“Did anyone fuck me but you?” I asked, determined to know how deeply my shame should go.

“What? No! Why would you ask that? Don’t you remember?”

“Much of my night is a blur past me masturbating and you starting to fuck me. All I know is I was covered with cum and my pussy was sore when I woke up. There wasn’t supposed to be sex beyond what was agreed to. I was ashamed enough to have to masturbate in front of everyone, and then you fuck me in front of our friends.”

“You didn’t try and stop me. You could have said no.”

He was right, of course. I could have said no. I could have tried to stop him, but I didn’t. I’d welcomed him into my pussy, practically begging to be fucked, even though I hadn’t said it. Or had I. There was a dim memory of begging to be filled; to be fucked and fucked hard. Apparently, I couldn’t drink absinthe anymore if I had no recollection of what I’d done last night.

“I shouldn’t have had to, Tan. It should never have happened.” It was a weak argument on my part. Not that I was wrong, it shouldn’t have happened, but I was as responsible as Tan was. “Why did you do it?”

“I was so aroused, Brenda. We were all excited. The whole atmosphere was erotically charged. We were all drunk. You were so beautiful, so incredible when you orgasmed; I couldn’t help myself, no more than you could stop me once I started.”

“Why did I have so much cum on me?”

“Do you remember Stan fucking Kathy?

“I think so,” I admitted. “He was fucking her from behind as she was bent over the bed.”

“Yeah. When he climaxed, he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over. I’ve never seen so much sperm, especially when he’d already cum. Plus even after they left, we continued fucking for an hour. You saw our bed. There was cum everywhere. I’m sorry, Brenda. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I understand why you’re angry.”

I suppose I was angry, but more, I was disgusted. As disgusted at myself as I was at Tan. I’d agreed to play strip poker and play by the rules we all agreed on. I knew we’d be naked and kissing one another. Why be surprised things ended up getting out of hand? I sighed. Wetting the washcloth, I started scrubbing myself off.

“Can I do that for you?”

Why was I so intent on blaming Tan for what happened? Was he any more responsible than I was? I handed him the wash cloth. Tan started wiping my face. He brushed a strand of hair off my face.

“You’ve got a little in your hair. I should wash it for you.”

“When you’ve done the rest of me.”

He slowly and gently washed the rest of me. As gentle as he was, I still twitched slightly when he touched my genitals. They were tender as though I’d been pounded for hours. I knew Tan was capable of fucking me that hard, he’d done it before. He kissed me when I flinched, knowing he’d been responsible and apologizing. Eventually, my body was clean; my soul felt filthy. The water was getting cool again, so we let some out and added more hot. Tan asked me to turn so he could wash my hair. I turned to face the same way. He got my hair wet and put some shampoo in. Still going slow, he massaged my head and worked the shampoo into my hair. It felt good. My headache already fading, his gentle hands stroking my head made the last touch of it disappear.

Done, he had me slide down so he could rinse the suds from my hair, then he helped me up and I leaned back against him.

“Are you feeling better?” Tan whispered.

“Much better, thank you.”

“We’re meeting the Wrights for supper at six tonight,” he said.

“Tan, I can’t. I don’t think I can face them again. I’m so ashamed of what happened.”

“It’s our last night, our last chance to say goodbye. After all they’ve done for us, it wouldn’t be right not to thank them.”

He was even more right than he knew. Kathy had held my hand and got me through the worst of my blackmailer’s demands. They’d arranged for Tan to be kept busy so I could comply with his ’tasks’. I owed them a huge debt, but how could I meet with them again after what happened last night.

“I understand how you feel,” Tan said. “I’m bummed about what we did too. It certainly didn’t make a great impression, but I think we’d be remiss if we didn’t say goodbye. If you don’t want to go, you should call and cancel.”

No matter what I decided to do, it was a call I wasn’t eager to make. I stayed in the tub with Tan until the water began to cool again. Finally, unable to put it off any longer, I stood up and stepped over the edge of the tub. Taking a towel, I wrapped it around myself and went into the bungalow to dress. I dried myself off and put on clothes. This was a call I dreaded. I didn’t even want to speak to Kathy. She’d seen me do worse, but I was coerced into doing those things, this was something I’d done on my own. I dithered away another half hour trying to decide what I would say. It was getting late. It was already four-thirty. Where had the day gone?

Sighing, I picked up the phone and called.

“Hey, Brenda. How you feeling?” Kathy asked. “I had the worst headache when I got up.”

“Me, too. It was only an hour ago I started to feel normal.”

“What can I do you for?”

“I wanted to call and say we had to cancel tonight’s dinner plans.”

“Why ever for? Are you still feeling sick?”

“No, not that. I’m not sure I can face you both after what happened last night?”

“What do you think happened?”

“Well, my masturbating in front of all of you, then Tan fucking me while you were still here. I’m so ashamed of myself. I know you’ve done things, seen things.” Here, I was referring as much to what she’d seen me do as much as things she’d done herself. “It wouldn’t be so bad if it was just you,” because you’ve seen me do worse, “but facing Stan is beyond my capabilities right now. What could I say to him? How will he look at me now he’s seen me like that? Plus, I remember kissing you as Tan fucked me.”

“We’d been kissing all evening anyway. What makes kissing me later any worse? You do realize Stan’s seen and done much worse himself, right? That this is the mildest form of what we’ve been about ourselves? That in the grand scheme of things, being fucked by our husbands while someone else was present is pretty mild?”

“I know you’re used to it, but I wouldn’t know what to say to him; how he’ll look at me. How can you have a normal conversation after that?”

“You don’t talk about it. You never talk about it afterwards. You don’t refer to it. Think for a minute, Brenda. What the hell would you say? You’ve just fucked someone else’s wife while he’s fucked yours. Can you imagine a conversation afterward?” She adopted this broad, British accent. “‘I say, old chap, your Birdie has the most tantalizingly tight twat I’ve ever rogered. Simply superb.’ ‘Wish I could say the same for your Ruthie. Feels like she fucked your stable full of horses, she was so loose.’ ‘Well Birdie really should take out her dentures when she sucks cock. It would be ever so much nicer.’ ‘You’re right of course, Edward. I shall mention in to her.’ ‘See you at the orgy next week, Wembley. Say goodbye to Birdie for me.’”

I laughed. Her caricature was amazingly funny, considering how miserable I felt.

“Plus, he’s a doctor,” Kathy continued. “He has to have a certain amount of tact and savoir-faire when dealing with people who have light bulbs in their asses.”

I laughed again. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Look, I understand. You’re relatively innocent when it comes to this sort of thing. If I know Stan, the only way you’ll know he even remembers what happened last night is you’ll see a twinkle in his eye when he greets you. Other than that, it’s business as usual. No one will ever discuss it. It’s not done in polite company. We’ll have a good meal, exchange pleasantries, wish each other well and say goodbye until the next time we meet. Finito.”

“I suppose so. I guess it wouldn’t be as bad as I imagine it to be.”

“Almost nothing ever is.” Almost nothing, meaning some things were, and she and I knew what those things were.

“We’ll see you at six then,” I said.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

I hung up and told Tan we’d be going to dinner as planned.

“I’m glad,” he said. “I’ve enjoyed their company and should like to say goodbye.”

“Where are we eating tonight?” I asked.

“Kimono’s, the Japanese hibachi style restaurant.”

“What’s the dress code there?”

“Casual, but why don’t you wear that black number I saw you pack, the thing with the slanted hemline. It’s our last night. We should go out in style.”

I knew the one he referred to. The one I’d worn to the nightclub for my last ’task’. I’d give anything not to have to wear the thing again, but could see no good reason to tell Tan why I didn’t want to wear it. I would throw it away once I got home.

“All right.”