*Editing magic performed by Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells*

(Two husbands, two wives, one male neighbor -- someone is getting revenge)

*I don't want people to go 'Hey, a revenge story' and turning away*

(Blackmail, revenge, cheating, anal, cunnilingus, blowjob, older women, younger woman, lesbian, ffm)

(Loving Wives, or Mature Section?)

(WELL-TROD GROUND BUT HOPEFULLY WITH SOME TWISTS)

[PRELUDE]

A former neighbor of mine, Jay, caught up with me coming out of my weekly visit to work -- I mostly telecommute. It seems he went to rehab, was in the middle of his Twelve Step program and he was making amends. I took him to lunch so we didn't have to talk this out in the street. I really wasn't sure what he had to confess to me; we had been neighbors after all, not friends.

What he told me changed my life and in a huge way. See, I had been the victim of a home invasion a year ago. Two men broke into my house and proceeded to beat me to a pulp. I got in a few blows, but I had no real chance. When they were done they began splashing my place with gasoline. A stranger at my door scared them off at the last minute.

It had been Jay at the door and he'd called 911 when I hadn't answered. The reason I didn't know this was because after making the call, Jay had left and never told the police what he'd done when they came around. Jay had been in an affair with my other neighbor's sister-in-law. He and his brother were boorish assholes, so I couldn't totally blame her.

The thing was, the younger asshole -- Ted (the non-neighbor -- he and his wife, Mandi, lived about ten minutes away) found out that his wife was screwing around on him. She'd run to her sister-in-law (my neighbor's wife) and they had concocted the story that she was having an affair with me. Why would she do this? The neighbor's wife had gotten drunk at one of Jay's parties and sex with him too.

She was afraid Jay would give that up if her husband and brother-in-law leaned on him, so the ladies pointed those two morons my way then gone to warn Jay. Jay did what any lecherous party-hound would do -- he got shit-faced drunk. Only after he woke up with his regrets did he come over to warn me. At least he showed up before I was burned to death.

What no one seemed to have appreciated was my neighbor and I hated one another. He resented that I made more money, drove a better car, hired professional lawn care while he insisted on mowing his own damn lawn and other petty crap. I was forever filing complaints with the Homeowners Association against him.

He and his dingbat brother set up his irrigation system so that it drained into my backyard. The HA had him fix it, fix it again and finally had him tear it out. Had he simply hired a real professional it would have cost him half as much. I called the Police and Fire Department on his party when some of his guests set fire to our property hedge. They were drunk and it was ... ON FIRE!

I wouldn't let his party guests park in front of my house, or in my driveway, but I would let Jay's -- Jay invited me to his parties, though I never took him up on the offers. The list went on and on. Yes, he hated me and I knew he hated me, yet I didn't think he was so riled up he wanted to kill me. By sleeping with his little brother's wife, I was personally mocking him, or so he thought.

Jay unloaded this on me and one other valuable piece of information. From Mandi, Jay had learned that Ted, the younger one, had broken back into my house a week later (while I was still hospitalized) looking for something most likely lost in our struggle. Jay didn't know what it was. I thanked Jay, got his number and promised to be in touch. I went to my lawyer; she (my lawyer is a woman) wanted me to go to the police. I told her I wanted revenge.

I didn't know what flavor of revenge I wanted, yet I knew it would come to me. My lawyer sent an investigator to meet with Jay and get an official record of what he told me. We then sent two forensic specialists to my home to see if they could figure out what Ted and the Police had both missed.

Since the Police had scoured all the obvious places, the search was actually easy. They found it in just over an hour, wedged in an air vent and it couldn't have been more incriminating. It was one of Ted's dog tags from his days in the Army, and it had something they thought was my blood. They would have an independent lab test it to be sure. The last key of the puzzle -- how they got inside my house without tripping my security system -- came to me the next day.

After the 'hedge burning' incident, Jefferson, my neighbor, stopped speaking with me, so all communications went through his wife, Ashely. Ashely and I tried to get along. We were polite more than friendly. We talked about the HA, flowers I'd picked to be in my yard, where we'd taken our vacations and that sort of thing.

Until she caught Jefferson cheating on her -- with her skanky sister-in-law, Mandi. Mandi got around it seemed. Ashely was in her front lawn, screaming at Jefferson. Actually, she was screaming at the house because Jefferson wouldn't come out and face her. He'd locked her out instead. Ashely was making a fool of herself, so I finally went out and brought her over to my place.

While trying to get her to calm down and return to rational thinking, she unloaded the whole family saga on me. By the end of it I wanted the four of them to leave my neighborhood and never come back. I wasn't a snob; I only wanted to live in peace and quiet without other people's drama being exhibited for all to see. It was really none of my damn business.

Jefferson was a civil litigation lawyer, a rather good one yet had a gambling 'problem'. Ashely was his stay-at-home wife, whose main joy in life appeared to be nagging Jefferson about not giving her a better lifestyle. Ted, the younger brother, was a construction contractor, but not nearly as successful as his brother, so his older sibling had to keep helping him against customer lawsuits.

Jefferson and Ashely were in their early forties, Ted was six years younger and the bone-head had married a morally ambiguous, sexual dynamo ten years younger than him. According to Ashely, she liked flirting with men at parties and watching Ted beat them up, or get beaten up, depending on the quality of the male she was hitting on at the time.

This was more than I wanted to know, but I was a good listener -- I'm a highly-regarded financial planner, so I've figured out over the years what people want with their lives based on what they don't say as well as what they do. For a few months she kept coming around and on at least two occasions she witnessed me entering my security code. Yes, I should have been more careful. I had no idea she would give it to her husband to allow him to break in and nearly kill me. Sue me for not being overly paranoid.

Over the next week my plans for revenge crystalized. The four of them had to pay. Mandi had aimed them at me, Dumbbell One and Two had nearly killed me, and Ashely had supported Mandi and given them access to my home; all over an affair I never had. Oh, and they thought they had gotten away with it ~ they were about to learn how wrong they were.

I had been beaten up for pussy I never got. I was going to change that. I was going to nail that pussy and how. They thought they were angry about fucking one of their wives; I was going to drill both their wives and rub it in their faces, the assholes. As for the wives; I had certain anger issues to work through and a year's worth of sexual frustration they were about to receive.

[NOW YOU KNOW THAT I KNOW]

"Ashely, this is Darren," I spoke over the phone at a quarter past nine Monday morning. "Call up Mandi and get both of your asses over here immediately. Tell Mandi to park in my driveway." I had parked high enough up my drive so that when Mandi parked her car it would be clearly visible from the street.

"Darren, what -- what is this about?" Ashely hesitated.

"You know exactly what this is about," I snapped. "Now get your asses over here in thirty minutes and don't you dare call your husbands, or I'll go straight to the police." Then I hung up. Thirty minutes later they showed up on my stoop, looking scared and worried.

Since the break-in, I had improved my security system and wired it into all the monitors and TV sets throughout the place. I had indeed become paranoid. I had lived in fear in my own house, only my stubbornness keeping me from moving out. I had been afraid because I thought my attack was senseless violence. Now I knew better.

After the second ring of the doorbell, I hobbled my way to the entryway with my cane. Months of physical therapy had given me back most of my mobility, yet I still walked with a slight limp and carried the cane around for support. I made sure it was visible to the two women as I opened the door.

"Ladies, come in," I greeted them with false politeness.

"Hello Darren," they both said, though quite frankly I didn't know Mandi at all.

"Come in, fix yourselves some drinks," I offered.

"It is a little early to be drinking," Ashely stated somewhat nervously.

"Oh, come on. Mandi, I'm sure you know where the bar is by now," my face hardened. "If not, I'm sure Ashely could remind you, since we used to be friends and she was over here a good bit," I added rather flatly.

Mandi looked at me somewhat confused. Ashely gulped.

"Mandi, in all those months we were having our affair, you never checked out my bar? That's weird. A bar slut like you should have been throwing back the liquor," I taunted her.

"I've never ...," and then it hit her and she gulped too.

"Darren, I'm sorry -- that you were hurt," Ashely managed to say.

"Oh, you're not sorry yet," I laughed. "See, you and your husbands really freaked Jay out so he crawled into a bottle -- and then crawled himself out and told me everything. He also told me Ted broke back into my place, looking for something."

"Oh God," Ashely groaned.

"So I had some people look over my place and they found what he was looking for -- his dog tags with my blood on them," I grinned wickedly at the two of them. "All of this evidence is with my lawyer, in case you think your hubbies can pay me another visit," I warned them.

"I go missing, or to the hospital," I threatened, "then my lawyer goes to the police. All four of you go to prison, I'll sue you for all the bills I racked up and take everything you own in pain and suffering -- my doctors know what I went through."

"What do you want?" Mandi asked.

A quick description was in order: Ashely had pale blue eyes and wavy blonde hair that cascaded well past her shoulders. She could be considered 'overweight' yet not too chubby. The few times I'd seen her in her one-piece swimsuit she looked fine. I'd never taken a good look at her legs, yet I imagined her thighs and calves were nice and thick. Her ass certainly was.

She had a lush, curvaceous figure and really large breasts -- DD's -- I'm no expert. They drooped -- yet again not too much. Her skin was very pale, her round face a bit careworn, and she was tall -- nearly six feet tall. Ashely had always kept herself prim and proper which struck me as odd since Jefferson was such a slob around the homestead. She was currently in a grey tweed jacket, white blouse, grey tweed skirt and hose with white heels.

Mandi was the opposite; she was short -- around 5' 2" with a deep brown tan. I'd seen her out on Jefferson's deck a good deal of last summer. Her eyes were brown, her hair was long, straight and sun-touched brown with almost golden highlights. Her breasts were smallish yet very round and pert. She was compact and slender, blessed with a divine bubble butt which was accentuated by her small frame.

She had an almond shaped face and full lips, which I was sure got a lot of mileage. Mandi had an angel-wing tramp stamp and a dolphin tattoo on her ankle. Today she was wearing a sleeveless magenta t-shirt which hugged her like a second skin -- clearly braless. Her jeans shorts were cut so much I could see the front and back pockets. Mandi completed the slutty look with red cowboy boots.

"You wrecked my body, you wrecked my house and you tore up my entire life," I related. "You are going to pay me what you owe me and ..." I led them on.

"And?" Ashely's eyes pleaded with me for mercy.

"You are going to help me with all the stress I've built up," I grinned.

"You want a massage?" Mandi questioned.

"Not exactly," I hobbled over to my E-Z chair. "See, I've been missing several things since I was beaten. One of them was dancing. I really miss being able to dance with a lady."

"You want one of us to dance with you?" Ashley sounded relieved.

"Not quite," I smiled. "My knee still isn't up to it. I want you to dance with one another." I picked up my remote and activated my first musical selection.

"What! With her? I can't do that," Ashely stood up and protested. "That's something people like Mandi do."

"What the fuck!" Mandi bit back. "What's with the 'people like me' crack?"

"You couldn't keep your affair from Jay hidden -- this is your fault," Ashely accused her sister-in-law.

"If you hadn't slept with Jay in the first place -- yeah, he told me you blew him and let him fuck you -- then you wouldn't have put us together," Mandi growled back.

They were now in each other's faces, screaming and yelling accusations back and forth. I cleared my throat twice with no results. I finally had to stand up and slap my cane across the coffee table.

"Enough!" I shouted. The turned and looked at me somewhat surprised.

"I've talked to my lawyer and she assures me that you two are guilty of Conspiracy to Commit Murder -- because your husbands clearly planned on murdering me -- and that's at least five years in prison ... maybe 20 months if you behave," I lied. According to my lawyer, the case against those two was very weak, thus me lying to them.

"Dance, or I go to the cops," I demanded.

"Darren, this is very embarrassing," Ashely pleaded. I'm standing there leaning on the cane because her husband shattered my knee and she's asking for mercy?

"Dance and take off those damn heels, boots and jacket," I glared at her.

Mandi looked back and forth between me and Ashely, worked off her boots then began dancing. She raised her hands over her head and swayed her hips suggestively. I could tell Ashely was highly uncomfortable.

"Dance, Bitch -- Ashely," Mandi hissed. "I don't want to go to jail." Ashely took a deep breath, fluttered her eyes and mimicked Mandi.

After soaking up the spectacle for two minutes, I limped over to the bar and made a Vodka Tonic for Ashely and a Rum & Coke for Mandi. The song ended, both women looked over at me then took the offered drinks. They downed them rapidly to help bury their fears. Then the slow song came on. Mandi started moving again then Ashely followed suit.

"Ah," I sighed. "Slow dances should be done with a partner. I wish I could dance with you both, but I can't -- so I want you two to dance as partners."

"Darren, what do you mean?" Ashely requested fearfully. Mandi shrugged and stepped into Ashely's space and began grinding against her. I ignored Ashely.

"Mandi, put your hands on Ashely's hips," I instructed. "Now Ashely, I want you to put both your hands along Mandi's jawline, tilt her head up and kiss her -- and keep kissing her until I tell you to stop." Ashely turned to me, mouth agape, only to discern I was adamant. The look she gave was that of a calf being led to slaughter.

Mandi was clearly getting more into it than Ashely. I imagined it had to do with Ashely always acting like she was so damn superior to Mandi and this was Mandi dragging Ashely down to her accused-ly slutty level. When I noted Mandi's cheeks moving around I knew she was trying to stick her tongue in Ashely's mouth while Ashely had clamped her jaw shut. I couldn't have that.

"A nice French kiss, Ashely," I told her. Ashely sighed and Mandi surged forward. When I saw the tenseness bleed out of Ashely's shoulders I stepped it up a notch.

"Mandi, I want you to fondle one of Ashely's breasts," I requested softly. Ashely didn't even flinch so I next instructed her to play with one of Mandi's.

I let the music die down and watched as they kept pressing against each other.

"Mandi, unbutton Ashely's shirt and take it off," I told her. Ashely broke the kiss, closed her eyes and lowered her head. It turned out they were clasps, not buttons, so Mandi ripped it open hungrily.

"Bra too," I added when the shirt came free. Ashely had on a thin beige bra, which her hard nipples were attempting to poke clean through. Mandi reached around Ashely to get the clasp. At the same time she rubbed her face in the cleavage and sucked a nipple through the bra.

"Oh God, no!" Ashely groaned loudly. "I'm not like this -- I'm not like this."

"Not so superior to me now, are you?" Mandi teased her as the bra came off.

"Your turn, Ashely," I grinned. "Take off Mandi's shirt and make sure to pinch her nipples as you do it."

She complied, though she did more of a fingertip breast massage than a pinch. Mandi latched back onto Ashely's right breast and suckled with vigor. Ashely gasped then trembled slightly.

I had to tell Ashely to go back to playing with Mandi's breasts and I had to admit for their size, they were perfectly shaped mounds with excellently sized, erect nipples. Mandi surprised us both by lifting one of Ashely's massive boobs upwards and directed Ashely to suck on it. Mandi also began to rub the crotch of her cut-offs.

"Ashely, take off your skirt; Mandi, take off your shorts," I instructed them.

"Please, Darren," Ashely opened her eyes and looked to me for salvation.

"Now" I responded. Ashely unzipped the back of her skirt then stepped out of it. I liked what I saw and would have never guessed. Her beige hose weren't hose; they were stockings. I had a thing for stockings.

She had a white garter and suspenders on to support her stockings. Her beige panties were very lacy and very high cut. Mandi pulled down her shorts to reveal a tan line-less butt and cleanly shaved pussy -- no panties.

"It would seem Mandi is going without underwear today," I commented. "To be fair, I feel Ashely should lose her panties as well."

"No," moaned Ashely. She knew that meant she was going to get fucked -- no way around it. Mandi moved to pull them down, but I waved her off.

"Ashely, take them off then sit down on the sofa," I insisted. She took a deep breath then pulled them down.

"Now sit down on the sofa, Ashely," I repeated. When she did so, I looked to Mandi. "I think you have been hard on Ashely. To make it up to her, get on your knees between her legs and eat her out." Mandi regarded me, considered her fate and then knelt before Ashely. She pushed one of Ashely's legs onto the sofa and the other as far as it would go in the opposite direction before starting to lap Ashely's cunt.

Once I was sure that they were getting into it, I quietly moved over to the entertainment center and removed a slender silver vibrator and a bigger fluorescent pink dildo. I lubed them up before quietly stepping my way to Mandi's flank. I pressed the vibrator in her hand. She looked back at me and giggled happily before returning her attentions to Ashely.

Ashely made a little grunting noise as the vibrator went in. She was trying to sit up and figure out what was going on when Mandi cut the vibrator on and the pleasure was propelled along her nerve endings to her brain. Mandi sucking hard on Ashely's clit only expanded that pleasure. Ashely bucked up, cried out and began panting heavily through her first orgasm.

I didn't have to tell Mandi to keep at it with Ashely; she was clearly having too much fun playing her sister-in-law like a musical instrument. I slowly knelt behind the little dynamo and gently patted her backside. She wiggled her butt at me and didn't resist when I pushed her ass up. Next, I rubbed my hand over her cunt, enjoying her humid heat and sticky wetness.

The dildo I began working into her caught her off-guard. She didn't get angry with me; OH NO! Mandi looked around at me, grinning sensually.

"Nice," she murmured before returning to Ashely's love box. Jay had told me Mandi was a 'total slut'; I certainly had no idea what he really meant.

For all her fabled promiscuity, Mandi proved to be relatively snug. While I was still working the dildo in, I chanced upon Mandi's sphincter by accident. I had theoretical knowledge of anal sex, yet I'd never believed someone would be bucking up against me, begging for it. Mandi did. Shoving my finger straight into her ass would have been physically cruel; I wasn't going there.

Instead I reached around Mandi and stuck a finger first in her mouth and then into Ashely's cunt, getting it good and slick. I brought the hand back and began pushing my middle finger past her sphincter. I could literally see Mandi relax her rectal muscles and let me penetrate her. I was beginning to feel that Ted's marriage to Mandi was a lost cause even without my involvement.

"Oh fuck," Mandi moaned as I went in delving down to my second knuckle. I began alternating strokes between one finger in her back passage and the dildo in her pussy, exciting her to the point she stopped eating Ashely out, though she kept up the vibrator action.

"Shit -- oh shit!" Mandi squealed as her fluids gushed around the dildo and dripped down her thighs.

Since Ashely was again close, I let Mandi get back to pleasuring her. I took the time to slip out of my slippers, slacks and short sleeve shirt ~ I was 'going commando' this morning. Ashely was looking up at the ceiling's wood beams, so it was Mandi alone who turned around to see me putting a heavy blanket over the coffee table. She flinched when she saw me yet also seemed a bit curious. I needed Ashely to move first.

"Ashely come over here and lie down the table," I ordered. Ashely rolled her head forward.

"Please Darren hasn't this been ... enough?" she finished weakly. I was standing naked before them, my body a crisscrossed with scars from the numerous surgeries I'd been through.

"I had plastic surgery on the face, neck and hands to remove those scars," I explained. But I didn't see a point to removing the rest. Now I'm glad I didn't," I menaced. "And no, this hasn't been enough -- not nearly enough; now get your ass over here and lie down on the table."

She kept casting guilty glances my way as she obeyed. I had to position her just right; her head hanging upside down off the table and her legs pulled up and held by her hands behind the knees. When I was satisfied, I called over Mandi, the Uber-slut.

"Get up here -- '69' -- get back to eating that pussy," I told her. Mandi brandished her vibrator and crawled on top. Due to Ashely's position, Mandi's knees were vicariously placed, but I didn't think this part of the program would last long. I was ready to bust a nut as it was.

"Get your face up to Mandi's pussy," I advised Ashely as I began working out the dildo still in Mandi. There was bound to be a little something behind this. Faced with her sister-in-law's cunt, Ashely made one final plea.

"Please stop this, Darren," she begged. "We used to get along so well."

"I think we are getting along fine right now," I looked down at her with my scarred, mangled knee right beside her head. I pulled the dildo out of Mandi and watched the fluids ooze out of that stretched cunt. Ashely grimaced as she began lapping up those pussy juices with her tongue. I took the dildo around to Mandi.

"You fuck her with this," I whispered to Mandi. "When I stick it to her, you use the vibrator to tease her ass." Mandi gave me a wicked grin and nodded. Mandi should have been more aware of the old saying 'what comes around, goes around'. When I got behind Mandi once more I tapped my penis against Ashely's cheek. She looked up at me while still sucking on Mandi's labia.

"Suck it," I commanded. When she opened her mouth, I put my cockhead to her lips. Seeing that I wasn't ramming my meat down her throat, Ashely began lick my head and wrap her lips around it. Once Ashely got my head good and wet, I removed it from her mouth and pushed my penis into Mandi's vagina. Even after the dildo, Mandi was still a bit tight while being very steamy and viscous.

As Mandi felt my meat penetrating her, she began pumping the dildo into Ashely. Ashley gave an excited utterance, somewhere between pain and pleasure. I knew I wasn't going to last long this first time -- in over a year -- so I began slamming Mandi hard. She gave out a little squeal and began pumping Ashely rapidly in retaliation.

Coated with Mandi's copious juices and seconds from coming, I pulled out of Mandi's cunt, tilted Ashely's head down and pushed my cock back to her lips. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and I shoved my cock in. This time I was urgent and insistent. She gagged so I pulled back only to push forward again. I also shoved two fingers into Mandi with a third rubbing against her clit.

The gagging alerted Mandi to Ashely's distress. The vibrator came on and she pressed it against Ashely's sphincter. Ashely thrashed and bucked. Her throat began constricting around my cock as her second climax surged over her.

"I'm cumming," I warned her. Ashely bobbed her upside-down head a few times and off I went.

Ashely gulped and swallowed most of my seed. Some dribbled around the edges of her mouth. Even thrashing around, Ashely kept milking every last taste of my semen. She did such a good job I had become semi-rigid again by the time I pulled my cock free of her lips. Mandi's sense of accomplishment forcing Ashely to orgasm plus my fast-moving fingers finally brought Mandi to climax as well.

I helped Mandi off of Ashely then helped Ashely sit up on the coffee table. Mandi wobbled over to the sofa and plopped down on it, semi-exhausted.

"Shit," Mandi exhaled. "That was wild." Ashely regarded me cautiously. I knew she was hoping this was over yet was afraid to ask.

I whipped up two more drinks for the women. They drank slower this time. Ashely stared off into space while Mandi looked around my living room.

"You seem to be doing well for yourself," Mandi noted.

"Damn it!" Ashely spat. "He just fucked us both and you are admiring his décor?"

"I'm doing okay," I responded to Mandi. "Let's go see what the bedroom is like."

Mandi swilled down her drink, stood up and looked at me for directions. I pointed down the proper hallway. Ashely sat there until I retrieved my cane. She was moving slowly so I smacked her fat bottom with my hand ~ hard and loud.

"Ow!" she squawked.

"I'm a half-crippled man, Ashely. Keep ahead of me, or you are going to get a handprint on your left butt cheek to match the one on your right," I teased her. "Down to the end of the hall," I instructed. Ashely didn't move fast enough so I put a palm to her left cheek as promised. I had to admit I liked the way it jiggled from the spanking too.

She looked back at me with a pain expression. Meanwhile Mandi snickered. She led the way into my bedroom and crawled up on my bed then rolled onto her side.

"Mandi, sit up against the headboard," I directed. "Ashely, walk around to the foot of the bed then crawl up."

Ashely crawled up on all fours only to stop short of Mandi. I put my cane down and spanked her ass again.

"Mandi, spread those legs. Ashely, it is time you service Mandi with the passion she's shown you. Get in there and get licking." Mandi readily spread her legs and with a wicked twist of the lips and an impish light in her eyes, beckoned Ashely forward with a forefinger.

Ashely went between Mandi's legs without enthusiasm yet she was obeying. I didn't chastise her, because what I really wanted was to fuck Ashely for the hell she'd put me through. She'd flirted with me after Jefferson had screwed Mandi. I knew she simply wanted to feel appreciated after the blow to her ego. At that time her being married meant a lot to me so I had done nothing.

The pain in my knee which came from bending down behind Mandi went from a dull throbbing to hot pinprick as I climbed up behind Ashley. When I pressured her legs farther apart, Ashely looked back at me.

"Darren, you used to be so nice to me," she begged.

"That's right," I growled. "I was nice to you, took you in when Jefferson locked you out of your house and you repaid me by sending those to fuck-nuts over to nearly kill me."

"Jefferson is the only man I've ever been with," she pled her case. I lifted her ass cheeks up then pushed her spine down.

"Forgotten about Jay already?" I mocked her. I put my cock against her vagina and slid it in. She was hot and gushing with juices as I pumped in with one, steady thrust. Ashely moaned wantonly when my rod bottomed out in what was apparently 'untouched territory'. Mandi looked at me, licked her lips and then guided Ashely's face back to her twat.

"Lick it, Ash-Bitch," Mandi sneered at Ashely. "Let me feel that tongue go deep." Mandi ground Ashely's head harder.

"No tongue?" I inquired. Mandi shook her head. I put another sharp slap to Ashely's left ass-cheek. Ashely mumbled something and tried to pull her head up. Mandi wasn't allowing it.

"Tongue?" I questioned Mandi.

"Not deep enough," she giggled. I slapped the right then left butt-cheeks in rapid succession.

"Get to work, damn it!" I snapped. A second later Ashely began loudly slurping resulting in Mandi giving me a thumbs up. I could finally begin to pummel Ashely's rear end with all the pent up lust and rage I'd developed since I learned of her betrayal.

Within seconds Ashely was whimpering. Any hesitation she had shown towards pussy-licking Mandi melted away. She even reached up and spread Mandi's legs farther apart. Mandi let go of Ashely's head, leaned back and relaxed. She gazed down at Ashely, soaking up this impossible experience.

Ashely was really coasting along. Thanks to Mandi's earlier tutorial, she was also putting together what it took to pleasure a pussy. She alternated inserting two fingers into Mandi's cunt along with her tongue. She kept jumping her mouth up and sucking on the clit too. Combined with my ramming Ashely's pussy so hard, she was having her face shoved deeper into Mandi, which caused Mandi to finally erupt.

"Lick me -- suck it, BITCH!" Mandi squealed. Ashely suctioned Mandi's cunt so thoroughly Mandi went off again, squealing and thrashing about on the pillows she was sitting on. Mandi actually crab-walked back so that Ashely would give her poor pussy a rest. I was busy fucking away at Ashely like the Energizer Bunny.

I relished the way Ashely's flesh rippled from the impacts of my hips & pelvis against her ass and thighs. I spanked her ass and thighs lightly to keep her going. Twice she tried to fall forward away from me and twice I stopped her. I controlled her by yanking on her garter belt. I pounded her unmercifully through another near-orgasm. The pain in my knee was excruciating, but the look of disbelief she sent my way was all I was wanting and more.

I swear I've never cum so hard in my life. As my semen coated her vaginal walls she had one final, screaming orgasm. This time I let her collapse onto her stomach with me on top of her. Ashely was fighting for breath and covered with a sheen of well-deserved sweat.

"That was wicked-wild," Mandi exclaimed. "Jefferson doesn't fuck you like that, does he, Ashely?"

"I -- I don't want to think about it," Ashley panted. I shimmied off Ashely and lay beside her on my side. I ran my hand over her pink buttocks. When I rubbed my hand down her cleft, she put her face into the sheets and began moaning. As my hand stroked her kitty, I could feel her subtly thrusting her hips back. She wanted more.

"We are done, aren't we?" she mumbled after a minute.

"No," I tried to keep the anger out of my voice.

"I'm so sorry," she sounded sincere. Mandi looked at us both, wondering if the party was over.

"That might have helped if you had come to the hospital -- I was there for a month," I stated.

"I didn't know you," was Mandi's defense, "but I'm sorry."

"Mandi, you know that Ted goes nuts when you fuck around on him," I stared her down. "As far as I can tell you had zip moral qualms about aiming him at me instead of Jay."

"Had we fucked around sooner this probably wouldn't have happened," Mandi countered with her own slutty logic.

"I didn't screw around with married women," I answered. "I considered Marriage Vows to be sacred."

"Why are you making us have sex with you now?" Ashely murmured. "We are married."

"Notice I used the past tense, Ashely," I grimaced as me knee twinged.

"You used your marriage to manipulate your husbands and they've used it to control you," I continued. "You taught me that it wasn't so sacred after all. Congrats, Ashely and Mandi."

"What are you going to make us do next?" Ashely sighed

"I think you two should take an hour to recharge and relax," I spoke in a kinder voice.

"Don't bother getting dressed. There are some robes for you in the closet," I informed them. "Which reminds me; Ashely, you are going out and buying some bikinis tomorrow morning -- really skimpy bikinis with string ties on the side. No more one-pieces for you. Mandi, you know what to wear."

"I -- I can't wear something like -- like what Mandi wears," Ashely gasped.

"You can and you will," I grinned. "If I want a firm, tight-bodied slut, I have Mandi here." Mandi gave me her own wanton smile. "You are my full-bodied, hot slut, Ashely. You have huge titties, a luscious ass and a curvaceous figure. You are going to hang around the pool in them too."

"I like your bodies, I want to see them and you are going to do it for me," I finished.

"I'm going to love chasing that fat ass around," Mandi salivated.

"Darren, is there something else I can do -- cook, clean?" Ashely pleaded.

"Take a good look at all the scars on my body and answer your own damn question," I riposted.

That was pretty much that. Mandi skipped around the house happily naked. She brought the three of us orange juices. Ashely drifted off sleep soon after. Mandi and I took our naps a few minutes later.

[AND NOW THEY KNOW]

When I woke up, the women were still asleep. Mandi was curled up on my side of the bed with the comforter pulled over her. Ashely was still splayed out in the middle where she had crashed. With pleasure I saw that her legs were still spread. I popped a painkiller from the side table then got behind Ashely and began kissing her ass.

When I ran a finger down between her buttocks, Ashely opened her legs wider while starting to murmur contently. Only when I started tickling her labia did she stir to wakefulness.

"More?" she moaned. I twisted two fingers inside her. She was rapidly soaking wet.

"We have only just begun," I promised her. "But you might like this next part."

I parted her ass cheeks painfully wide then licked her from clit to asshole. I licked around her anus, driving my tongue in as far as I could against her resistance.

"That's filthy," she murmured. "So filthy." I pushed up and gave her bodacious buttocks another smack.

"We'll see about that," I grinned.

I got off the bed, retrieved two strap-ons and some lube. I hid one of the strap-ons then lubed up the second one. I kissed Mandi on the temple. When she stirred, I kissed her on the lips.

"Wake up, sleepy-head," I grinned at her. "I have a surprise."

"Cool," she gave me a sleepy smile as she sat up.

"Ashely, get over here," I beckoned. She climbed off the bed and stared at the object in my hands. Mandi looked at it too, her eyes growing large because she had figured out what I was going to do. Ashely was still wrapping her mind around things as I synched the strap-on to her.

"Mandi, move to the middle of the bed and turn around."

The younger lady rapidly complied.

"Ashely, now get up behind Mandi. Mandi has been mean to you all morning and she did fuck your husband," I riled Ashely up. "Now it is your chance to get a little payback."

"Oh Hell," Mandi groaned.

"You are going to get it now," Ashely declared with passion.

Ashely got onto the bed on her knees and roughly positioned Mandi on all fours. I grimaced as I hurried on the bed beside them. This revenge scheme was causing me more pain than anticipated. I held Ashely back long enough so I could pour more lube onto Mandi's ass. Ashely dragged her dildo over the liquid twice, then plunged into Mandi's pussy.

"Damn it," Mandi hissed as Ashely grabbed her hips tightly and drove her cock all the way in.

"Fuck you," Ashely growled. "If you had just kept your mouth shut -- or your hands off my husband, you slut, I wouldn't be treating you like the whore you are."

"Shut up, you skank," Mandi groaned in response. "You are a selfish, stuck-up -- CUNT!" she finished with a howl as Ashely rammed Mandi so hard the impact lifted her knees off the bed.

Ashely was relentless, pumping Mandi's vagina with sloppy, gooey sounds. When Mandi slumped forward on the mattress -- face-first -- Ashely reached forward, wrapped up Mandi's hair in one hand and yanked her back up. Mandi yelped in pain then sobbed slightly.

"Didn't you brag to me how much you like to get hammered in bed?" Ashely taunted her.

"Yes," Mandi said through gritted teeth. "I -- so good ..."

"WHAT?" Ashely shrieked. "You like this?" she sounded incredulous. Apparently the homemaker's understanding of what constituted a 'total slut' was mistaken as well. While still pulling back on Mandi's hair, Ashely also began to spank Mandi's beautiful bubble butt.

Ashely was in the process of turning Mandi's brown ass a deep red when Mandi gave her trademark squeal and came.

"Fuck, fuck, shit," Mandi sobbed. "HARDER!" Ashely gave up on spanking Mandi's ass to run her fingernails down her back. She had Mandi climaxing again within three minutes.

Both ladies were at the end of their endurance. Ashely was sweating and breathing hard and Mandi was slumping forward once more. Finally Ashely slid out of Mandi and fell to the side. They were both fighting for breath. Mandi proved to be in better shape.

"Hell, Ashely, you fucked a girl," Mandi gasped-giggled. "That's a perversion I've never done before."

"Shut up," Ashely mumbled. "I feel bad enough about this as it is."

"Do you feel bad because you liked it?" I quizzed her.

"I -- no," she murmured.

"Liar," panted Mandi. "You got off on making me cry and squeal."

"No, no, no," Ashely said as she went on her back then pulled the comforter over her face and shook her head.

"Not just a little bit?" I teased her. "Don't lie to me." Ashely was silent. "Okay then, let's get this off you," I indicated the strap-on. Once I had it off, I handed the fresh one to Mandi. "Here you go Mandi; it is your turn."

Mandi splayed Ashely's legs open and positioned herself on her knees between them.

"Darren, please stop this," Ashely sniffled. "I can't take anymore."

"What can't you take anymore, Ashely?" I persisted. I sat down beside Ashely's head as Mandi dipped the head of her artificial cock into Ashely's love box after she'd lubed the shaft.

"Noooo," Ashely moaned. "I can't -- I don't know what is right, or wrong anymore," she carried on.

"Let me give you a hint; sending those two boneheads over to my house to kick my ass was wrong and now I'm going to set it right," I clarified.

"I'm sorry," she begged. "I'm sorry."

We had been down this road before. Her reaching out to stroke my cock was new. I slid closer to her head until she could lead my cock to her lips. She pumped my shaft while she licked my head.

"You go -- Ashely," Mandi giggled. Mandi was pumping her sister-in-law with slow, steady strokes.

Mandi tried to hoist Ashely's thighs up by her elbows, but the weight made it awkward for her. She let the legs drop to the side and focused her attention on Ashely's breasts instead. Ashely began making deep purring noises. Her legs drew back and her hips rotated so that Mandi could get deeper penetrations. She also upped her tempo on my rod, pulling more and more past her lips.

Sadly, I noted my bedroom TV flashing me a warning from the top right corner. There was the other part of my plan to take care of. Ashely gave a little whimper as I pulled my cock away from her lips.

"I have something to take care of," I explained pleasantly. I even stroked her hair with something akin to affection.

"You two keep having fun until I come back in a few minutes. Take turns with who is on top," I suggested. I put on my bathrobe, retrieved my cane and slipped out the door, shutting it behind me. I went to the living room and played around with the remote so that it highlighted the two women playing in my bedroom on the wide-screen TV. Next I deactivated the doorbell.

That taken care of, I pulled out a .380 revolver from its hiding place in the entertainment center and took a seat on the sofa. On the main screen, Mandi and Ashely had rolled over, with Ashely now riding Mandi's cock while Mandi urged her on with taunts and slaps on the thighs and the sides of her breasts. In another screen I saw Jefferson's car stop in front of my house then pull into his own driveway.

Predictably, Jefferson came storming around the hedge and down my driveway. I got up and hobbled to the front door. I let him try ringing a few times then pound on the door twice all the while screaming my name before I opened it.

"YOU COCKSUCKER!" Jefferson growled. "Get Mandi's ass out here right now!"

He took in me wearing my bathrobe in the middle of the afternoon. Then he figured out what the background noise from the living room was -- sex. I twisted my pistol in my hand to draw his notice. I didn't plan to shoot him; I only wanted to stop him from doing something immediately stupid.

"Shut up and listen, Jefferson," I grinned. Jefferson's face turned red. He was about to shout something at me, but I cut him off.

"I know it was you and Ted, I have Ted's dog tags with my blood on them, and I have Jay's confession to his part in this whole sordid affair," I snapped. That shut him up for a moment. "The kicker is, of course, Mandi was sleeping with Jay, not me. Had you simply bothered to check things out, we wouldn't be where we are right now."

"Wha -- ha -- Jay -- piss off, you bastard -- what's that noise?" Jefferson sputtered.

"That would be Mandi and Ashely getting themselves ready for another round of sex with me," I smiled.

"What! Ashely?" Jefferson's eyes bugged out.

"Well, you four are going to pay for what you did to me," I explained calmly. "You damn near killed me for something I didn't do. I racked up a lot of expenses, put up with a great deal of pain and was left haunted by the fact I knew fuck-all about what happened to me."

"But Ashely -- she's my wife," Jefferson whined.

"She gave you my security code, Jefferson," I let some fury get into my voice. "She's paying for that. Mandi aimed you and your idiot brother at me, so she's now paying for that too. It was either they give me their bodies, or all four of you go to jail for a nice long time."

"I won't allow it," Jefferson blustered.

"Let's make that phone call then," I glared back. "Let me see -- that's Attempted Murder, Attempted Arson, Aggravated Assault, Burglary and Breaking & Entering. The police will probably stack on a few conspiracy charges as well since you and your brother plotted all this out when you went and bought all that gasoline ... among other things. You're the lawyer -- how many years do you think you guys are going away for?"

Jefferson paled. His fists clenched and unclenched then he looked down at my gun and did nothing.

"I'm not going to let you get away with this," he choked out.

"You chicken-shit piece of crap," I snarled causing Jefferson to stumble back.

"If you had the guts to stop me you would have confronted me a year ago and we would have worked this out then. But no, you had to sneak into my house in the middle of the night like the fucking coward and bully you are," I went on. "You want to get your wife back," I stepped aside, "go and get her. The police will be around to pick you up inside of an hour."

Jefferson looked down the hall then back to me. He swallowed and it seemed that he was about to take a step inside.

"You'll shoot me if I step inside," he accused me. "This is a trick." I hobbled over to a hallway table, opened the drawer, put the gun in and then shut the drawer.

I had Jefferson's measure now. He was the same spineless bastard who had locked Ashely out of their house when he cheated on her. The gun had been more of a security blanket for me than anything else and I saw it now. I hobbled back over to him.

"She's behind those big double-doors at the end of the hall, Jefferson," I directed.

"I'm going to go call the detectives who handled my case and have my lawyer drop off all the evidence I've gathered," I dared him. Right then Ashely hit her orgasm and became very vocal.

"Yes. Yes! Right there -- YES!" she cried out.

"What -- what was that?" Jefferson gulped.

"That was your wife," I answered. "She's paying off a portion of her debt to me. Lucky for you, I want something else from you and your brother."

"What are you doing to her?" he grumbled.

"I'll leave it up to your imagination what Mandi is doing to Ashely to make her orgasm like that," I explained.

"Mandi?" he gawked.

"Yes, I said they were together," I sighed. "You are really starting to bore me, Jefferson. Here is what you are going to do before I get back to fucking your wives. You are going to call Ted and explain the deal to him. I'm going to figure out what form of financial restitution you two are going to make and you'll pay it."

"You two are going to let me have full access to your wives," I continued. "You are not going to harass them physically, or mentally. You guys are going to have to suck it up."

"You bastard," he seethed.

"Takes one to know one," I nodded. Jefferson choked on his retort.

"Now get the fuck off my property, Dirt Bag," I ordered him. "It is time for me to go back and get some of that pussy I would never have gotten if it hadn't been for your and your brother's stupidity." I shut the door in his face, turned around and stumped my way back to my bedroom and the two ladies within.

[A TRUE TASTE OF REVENGE]

"Ooohhh -- I think Ashely left a hickey on my nipple," Mandi sighed. She had woken up a minute ago and crawled into my arms. I was propped upon some pillows at the head of the bed. Ashely was still asleep close by.

"I think it is about time to send you two home," I told her as I stroked her hair.

"Oh," Mandi yawned. "What time is it?" It was already going dark outside.

"Almost eight o'clock," I informed her. Mandi bolted upright, disturbing Ashely.

"Oh fuck!" Mandi squeaked, "Ted is going to kill me."

"What's going on?" Ashely struggled to wakefulness.

"It's almost eight," Mandi sounded desperate.

"Oh shit!" Ashely joined the panicked chorus. "Where are my clothes?"

"Stop freaking out," I stated firmly. "I explained the deal to Jefferson, he called Ted and you two are covered. If they get pissy, give me a call and I'll set them straight."

"Jefferson is going to explode," Ashely fretted.

"You saw how crazy Ted became last time," Mandi added.

"Humph," I mockingly retorted. "I talked to Jefferson this afternoon at the front door. I told him he could come back here and take you home if he was willing to face the music. He declined."

Ashely stared at me, clearly stunned.

"Since Ted hasn't shown up on my stoop in the past five hours, we can assume he's allowed Mandi to get fucked in his stead as well," I looked to Mandi. "Oh, they are violent enough when they think they aren't going to get caught. I'll let their current actions speak for themselves."

"Five hours?" Mandi muttered dumbfounded.

"Yes," I affirmed. "Jefferson saw your car in the driveway and came storming over here around three. I set him straight and sent him home."

"Wait," Ashely gasped. "What were we doing?" She was referring to her and Mandi.

"As I recall, you were riding Mandi and she was calling you nasty names right before you came," I grinned. "Jefferson heard it all."

"Oh God," Ashely put her hand over her mouth.

"Ashely -- Mandi, who was the better fuck?" I redirected to Mandi.

She thought about it all of a second.

"My entire time with Jefferson was fifteen minutes," Mandi shrugged. "There is really no contest. I mean, the only time I kissed a girl was to turn a guy on, but I'm loving this strap-on and Ashely's sweet behind."

Ashely flopped back on the bed, covered her face with her hands and kicked her heels on the bed in a tantrum-like motion.

"What is wrong with me?" she muttered. "I can't believe I even want to remember this day."

"Well, we can relive it all tomorrow," I assured her.

"You are going to keep doing this to us?" Ashely removed her hands and regarded me with a degree of tragic uncertainty.

"For some time to come," I met her gaze. "Hell, the entire time I was in the hospital I couldn't even get a hand job. Since Jay clued me in, I've spent most of my time thinking about bending both you sluts over and fucking you until you screamed for mercy."

Ashely looked out the large window overlooking my deck so Mandi rolled over to her.

"You are a slut now, Ashely," Mandi teased.

"No, I'm not," Ashely insisted. "He made me do those things."

"Oh, so he made you give me this hickey on my boob, or spank my ass red?" Mandi countered. "Face it, 'Sis', you got off on putting my face into the sheets and screwing me raw."

"No, I -- oh damn it," Ashely broke down. "Can I go home now?"

"Okay," I answered. "I have one more task for you two. I'll let you get dressed then explain what I want you to do."

What I wanted them to do was put spy-cams in their houses so I could keep track of things there. Clearly Ashely thought that my voyeurism was terribly perverse. Mandi took it in stride, even offering to put one in the shower. I told her I couldn't think of a safe place to hide it there, but thanked her for the enthusiasm.

I also gave Mandi a black box which would collect and boost her signals because it wasn't like these little video devices had a great range. The ladies were to put them up after their hubbies passed out/went to bed. They were to be creative and careful. This part of my plan wouldn't work so well if I couldn't tell what the meat-heads were up to.

I especially wanted to be able to lower the hammer on them if they laid a finger on their wives. They weren't going to pass on their shame and anger onto anyone else; this was their fucking fault and they were going to pay the price. I also made sure both women called me thirty minutes after they got home -- just in case.

Ashely called to inform me that Jefferson was semi-coherent, camped out in his EZ chair in his Man Cave. Mandi told me Ted was drunk yet still capable of calling her a 'cunt' and a 'whore'. I advised her to not antagonize him. She promised me she would be good ~ whatever that meant. By midnight, they had my cameras in place.

[...]

I woke up, somewhat restless around two in the morning. I realized it was the strange scents of the women in my bed. I put on a robe and walked out onto my upper level deck (which overlooked Jefferson's deck -- I'd built mine first) with my cane and my phone. I gave Ashely a call.

"Ashely, go out on your deck," I ordered her. The deck off my bedroom overlooked Ashely and Jefferson's upper deck (the lower one came out of their basement and went around the pool).

"Huh?" she mumbled quietly. I had woken her up. "Now?"

"Yes -- now," I answered. "I want to look at you right now."

"Alright -- alright," she sighed groggily. "I'm going." She walked out onto her deck less than a minute later. She was dressed in a long, flower print-on-white night shirt and was holding her phone and was quite visible in the three-quarters Moon.

"Okay," she yawned as she leaned against the railing.

"Take off your sleepwear," I instructed.

"I'm not wearing anything underneath," she stammered.

"I know. I want to see you naked," I told her.

"Didn't you see me naked enough today?" she begged.

"Obviously not, you sexy bitch," I insisted. "Now take it off." Reluctantly she obeyed, standing naked, out in the open in all her glory.

"Now spin around slowly, hands on your hips," I directed Ashely when she picked up her phone.

She sighed then complied. When she finished she looked over at me. We stayed that way for over a minute. I could imagine that the cool air had her nipples hard and her skin covered in goose pimples.

"Well?" she finally asked.

"You can go back inside whenever you like. I'll stay here and look at you until you do," I said.

"You like doing this to me, don't you?" she accused me somewhat bitterly.

"If you mean 'do I like seeing you naked and passionate' then yes, I do," I grinned.

"Happy? You are getting what you want," she grumbled. I noticed she wasn't heading back in.

"Yes," I answered. "Are you ready to tear up Mandi tomorrow? What do you want to do to her first?"

"You are not going to make me enjoy this -- what you are doing to Mandi and me," she stated defiantly.

"That's okay, as long as you keep coming over and giving me your fantastic body, I'll learn to live with the guilt," I promised.

"You didn't used to be this -- this cruel Darren," Ashely noted.

"Had I known how great sex with you was, I would have made a move on you when Jefferson cheated on you," I responded. It never hurt to remind her that Jefferson fooled around first.

"I wouldn't have slept with you," she countered. "I only slept with Jay because I was drunk."

"Probably not, but you are mine now. How about you spank that ass for me and make it count?" I told her. Ashely glared my way for several seconds then turned sideways, stuck out her succulent behind, hauled off and gave it a swat I heard from my deck.

"Satisfied?" she called out.

"I wish that had been my hand on your ass, but yes, I'm satisfied ... for now," I admitted.

"I'm so happy for you," she said snidely. "I'm going back to bed." She bent over at the knees and picked up her nightgown.

I could see her contemplate putting it back on. She opted to saunter back inside naked instead. I couldn't expect Ashely to be hopping into my bed after one day, yet I had the feeling I was getting there. Mandi was turning out to be even easier than I had thought possible. All she wanted was companionship and to have her kitty spanked occasionally.

[THE NEXT DAY AND THEN SOME]

Mandi showed up a little past nine wearing electric blue short-shorts which rode painfully, in my estimation, up her ass and a cherry-colored sports bra. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had sandals on her feet she immediately kicked off the moment she was inside the door.

"I didn't call you to come over yet," I informed her.

"I was bored," she replied.

"We can't have that," I faux-groaned. "Go bend over the back of that sofa and I'll be right with you." She tip-toed gracefully into the living room, letting the stress of her legs lift her ass even higher. I could see the grin on her face as she knew I was watching her move.

She leaned over the back of the sofa, still on her tip-toes because she was so short after all. I stepped up behind her and ran my hands over her thighs, up to her bountiful ass cheeks, and gave them a good squeeze. Her shorts left the bottom half of each cheek exposed.

"How did you get into these?" I had to ask about her shorts.

"With some effort," she giggled. "You like?" I responded by putting my cane aside and taking hold of Mandi's hips. I lifted her up and pushed her forward until she toppled toward the seat cushions. Mandi had to put her hands to stop herself from tumbling onto the sofa cushions, which positioned her buttocks at the perfect level for me. I didn't have to kneel to get at them.

"Hey," she snickered then "aaahhh," she purred as I buried my face between her cheeks. I aggressively kneaded each buttocks as I forcefully kissed my way down to her pussy. Her vulva was pushing around the fabric trying to keep it contained. Mandi really started moaning as I licked her exposed flesh.

I kept that going for a good while until Mandi began making little simpering noises. I could taste her vaginal juices through her shorts and, when my tongue began pressing against all the right spots, she began pushing with her arms up against me. I gave her one good spank then ran my hands up her body.

I had her stand so I could reach her sports bra and roll it up. In doing so, I pressed my sweat pants, and my hard on, against her ass. When I reached around to grab each breast, I pulled her body up until her back was pressed against my chest. Mandi's legs had spread wide and she was energetically grinding her ass up and down my cock; I was loving it.

"Give me that cock," Mandi begged. Her voice was husky with need. I had to enforce the understanding she was here for me not the other way around. My left hand worked over one of her perfect handful of breast while my right began a rapid rubdown of her fabric covered pussy. Rehab had given me really strong arms and hands. I was happy to use that power to drive her shorts deep into her cunt and give them the friction to put her on fire.

"Oh Fucking Shit!" she screamed shrilly as her body trembled beneath my touch. When her tremors subsided, I put my left hand around her throat then pulled Mandi back until I had my lips to her ear.

"This is what you get for showing up before I call," I said. "Next time will be worse."

"Are you going fuck my tight little butthole, Darren?" she panted.

"Something like that," I smiled.

"How does 5 a.m. sound?" she giggled in response. I gave her left butt cheek a good smack then took a step back.

"Of course, whatever I do to you I have to do to Ashely," I pointed out.

"Oh, I'd like to see that," Mandi looked back me, her grin positively wicked.

"Then, if I do it to you ladies, you will have to do it to each other," I sighed. "Do you want to have Ashely pound your ass? Do you want to pound Ashely's big ole butt?"

"Hell yes!" Mandi began rubbing her pussy. "As much as she called me a tramp after she heard Ted bragging to Jefferson how much I liked it. She's never given her ass up to Jefferson, or Jay -- but she's going to give it up to me -- and you."

"If you want that ass, you need to be extra nice to her today, Mandi. I want to make her love the fucking she's getting so she doesn't want to go back to Jefferson," I explained. "I've already given up on you."

"But I loved the fucking I got yesterday," Mandi pleaded. "I loved screwing Ashely and watching her face flush when I made her orgasm. I owned her and it felt great. Don't cut me out now."

"I meant I thought it would take longer to make you want to come over of your own accord," I told her.

"Darren," Mandi picked up the tempo of her masturbation, "I'm a total slut -- everyone thinks so. I love sex and Ted isn't getting the job done at home."

"I haven't had such a good screw since Ted and Jefferson went deep sea fishing for a long weekend and I spent the entire time with Jay," she went on, "and that was over a year and a half ago. Plus having it be Ashely licking my cunt was awesome."

"Don't rub it in," I cautioned Mandi. "She's still sensitive about liking what we did."

"Yes, Master," she leered at me. I didn't want her joking with me like that -- not yet.

"Stop touching yourself," I commanded. Mandi reluctantly obeyed. I pushed her around until she was lying on her back along the top of the sofa. Her left leg was dangling over the back and while the right was perched on the back cushions.

I dove my mouth onto her pubic mound ravenously. She was already soaked and I could suck her juices through the thin fabric. From yesterday's experiences I knew right where her clit was and lavished it with as much attention as I gave the rest of her cunt.

"You are a bad, bad little bitch," I chided her as I spanked her pussy. She came screaming.

[ ~ ]

I had Mandi straddling my lap and doing her level best to suck my tongue out of my mouth when Ashely showed up a bit past ten. I saw she was dressed in her normal, frumpy attire (a dark blue theme this time) carrying two shopping bags with her as I let her in.

"Mandi," she greeted her sister-in-law coolly.

"Darren, I did as you requested. I bought some of the filthiest pieces of swimwear I could dare to be seen in," she confessed. "I imagine you expect me to put one on now."

"Let's see what you've got," I told her as we moved into the living room. Ashely sniffed the air, taking in the smell of Mandi's sexual aroma.

Mandi had made such a mess in her short-shorts after my second assault on her she had to go out to her car and get an orange-red thong bikini she had brought along -- 'just in case', she had winked to me.

"Hello Ashely," Mandi replied. "Let's see how revealing these bikinis are."

"You are enjoying this, aren't you?" Ashely glared. "Making me sink to your level."

"Ash, I'm in the same boat you are in," Mandi evaded. "I have to wear a bikini too." Ashely was dissatisfied yet stopped complaining. She poured out her purchases on the coffee table so that Mandi and I could peruse them. I had to admit to myself that I was pleasantly surprised with how daring her choices were.

Mandi picked out three she liked while I made my final decision based on the one Ashely's hand went back to twice.

"Put this one on," I demanded. Ashely sighed dramatically, took of her jacket and began unbuttoning her blouse.

"You can get dressed in the bathroom if you like," I offered. Ashely gave me a quick glance, grabbed up the bikini and quick-stepped it to the closest bathroom.

"I wanted to see her strip," Mandi prodded me. "Hell, I wanted to strip her naked."

"That will come later," I stated. Mandi took my word for it and kept quiet until Ashely came out.

She was wearing a magenta number. It was a tight fit around her bottom and her top was straining to keep her breasts contained. Instead of a string connecting the two halves of the bikini top, the section was one piece but with a huge hole in the middle which exposed her sternum and a large expanse of her breasts. I swore I could see the edge of her areolas on the right side.

"God," Ashely groaned. "I'm pouring out of this thing. She rubbed her thick waist and stomach. She already had her left forearm under her breasts propping them up.

"Come here," I beckoned Ashely to me. She wrapped her arms around her chest before shuffling forward.

I started with my hands on her shoulders then let them drag down her arms, pulling her hands to my hips and then hugged her.

"You look so beautiful," I said while I stared into her eyes.

Twice she opened her mouth to reply and twice no words came out.

Finally Ashely blushed and looked away. I caught a glint of happiness in her eyes though.

"I'm pudgy -- too fat for anything like this," she moped. I grinned because I knew what she wanted -- affirmation. I leaned down. Ashely thought I was going for her breasts so I shocked her when I placed my first kiss on the slight bulge of her belly above her bikini bottoms.

I rested my hands on her hips as I kissed along her belly and wiggled my tongue beneath the waistband. I'm glad she couldn't see my smug smile as she placed her hands on my head and deftly steered me to the places that felt the best to her. Ashely was resistant as I withdrew the kisses. I pulled her to me, face to face; my iron cock pressed between us.

"I don't care what you call it -- I like it," I challenged her. She blinked. "You know I'm not lying to you because I don't have to. I call you beautiful, hot and sexy because you are. I want you because you excite me." I took her right hand in my left and placed it on my cock.

"What about Mandi?" Ashely murmured.

"Mandi, get over here," I called out. Mandi pranced over a moment later. She smiled at us then moved behind Ashely. "Mandi, what do you think of Ashely's body?"

"That's not what..." Ashely muttered. Before she could finish, Mandi pressed against her from behind.

"I think it is smoking hot," Mandi growled playfully. "I'm salivating over the prospects of getting my hands on her again."

"Don't let that saliva go to waste," I taunted Mandi.

"I think I'll start here," Mandi giggled. She squatted behind Ashely and began to work the bikini bottom off her ass cheeks and deeper between her buttocks. Mandi began to plant kisses on the exposed tush-flesh while Ashely and I kept eye contact.

I waited for Ashely to release some of her apprehension before I leaned in for a kiss. Ashely's mouth opened up for me willingly and our tongues touched and flickered back and forth playfully. It was so easy today because she assured herself she had no choice any longer ... so why not enjoy it ... secretly.

"Mandi," Ashely moaned. She tried to sound like a complaint yet came across more as a plea.

Mandi had wedged her hand between Ashely's buttocks and began to stroke her kitty with the bikini bottom intervening. Ashely and I kept kissing each other's lips, cheeks, chin and eyes as she surrendered most of her resistance. I wanted it all gone.

"One of us is going to taste your pussy right now, Ashely," I ordered. "Who do you want it to be?"

"I won't join in this, Darren," Ashely murmured. "You can't make me enjoy this game."

"So you want both of us to tag-team you," I conjectured. "Mandi, don't pull her bottom down. Pull it aside and get to it." Painfully, I went to one knee before Ashely and maneuvered her bikini aside so that her bush was revealed to me. Hmmm ... Ashely had trimmed things up nicely since yesterday.

We didn't have to tell Ashely to spread her legs wider; she did so as Mandi and I moved our faces to contact between Ashely's thighs. My chin touched Mandi's then our tongues lashed out and wiggled into opposite ends of her cunt. I felt one of Ashley's hands come to rest on my head and start making tiny twists with my hair.

A synergy developed where as I pushed to the base of Ashely's pussy, Mandi rocked back until she was tonguing Ashely's anus. She rebounded forward as I rose up to twirl her clit with my tongue and sucked on it like a nipple. Our efforts had Ashely's movements with my hair becoming more intense until I could feel the vibrations starting in her calves and pulsing up her thighs.

"Oh GOD!" she shouted to the rafters. Ashely rose up on her toes to put some space between our stimulations and her sensitive spots. That did no good as Mandi and I rose with her. My partner in 'crime' gave up on Ashely's pussy and became totally devoted to probing Ashely's butt with her tongue. Two sets of hands grabbed Ashely's hips in an effort to keep her trapped between us.

The orgasmic pulse of her first climax became a continuous vibration as her second orgasm hit within a minute. Her pussy was oozing plentiful amounts of fluid I greedily lapped up. Ashely began to sway ominously, then her other hand fell on my shoulder to steady herself. I reached between Ashely's legs and stroked Mandi's side, indicating that she should stop.

I readjusted Ashely's bikini bottom and waited for her to regain some semblance of control. Mandi stood up behind Ashely and hugged her tightly.

"Man, Ashely, I love your fucking body," Mandi exulted. "We should have done this years ago."

"I'm not like this," Ashely insisted weakly.

"Really?" Mandi pouted. "Have I abused you?" Mandi smirked in my direction as she peeked around her sister-in-law. "In that case, I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you." Mandi danced past Ashely, over to the sofa and bent over it, offering up her ass.

"You'll never get a better chance to show her how you feel," I groaned as I struggled to stand.

"I don't want to do this," Ashely muttered.

"Fine ~ she gets away with it again," I grinned. "She slept with your husband, she had this torrid affair with Jay and now she's clearly having sex with you and me without a hint of remorse."

Ashely's face screwed up with conflicting shame, anger and arousal. She pushed past me abruptly and started to wail on Mandi's bottom.

"Ah, ah, ah," Mandi moaned as Ashely's bare palm struck home. She looked over her shoulder at her tormentor and though her eyes brimmed with tears, she was smiling.

"You like this?" Ashely despaired. Her gaze shifted to me. All I could do was shrug.

"Maybe it's your hot little hand on my butt, Ash?" Mandi wiggled her ass some more. Ashley's reactions caught both Mandi and I off-guard. She grabbed the back of Mandi's thong and yanked it up. She didn't completely elevate Mandi off the ground, but she did get her to squeal.

When Mandi tried to stand, Ashely put her free hand on Mandi's spine, pinning her on the back of the sofa. Thankfully, Ashely didn't go for a second yank-and-lift. She opted to start working the thin material of the thong up and down, side to side, giving Mandi's vulva quite the workout.

"Mandi, you are such a cunt -- a bitch -- a whore," Ashely growled.

"Yes -- yes -- yes," Mandi gasped. Ashely hadn't noticed me slip behind her until I put my hands on her hips. She gave me a quick glance then returned her attention to Mandi. As I began bunching up her bikini into her butt cheeks, she gave a little gulp. I was soon giving her as good as she was giving Mandi. The smaller woman came first. That was no reason to let Ashely off the hook.

Ashely removed her hands from Mandi's thong and back and rested them on the sofa, her ass pressed back toward me. She had started to breathe heavily when Mandi righted herself and took in the picture of me behind her sister-in-law who had partial bent over for me. Mandi pushed Ashely's right arm to her back, rolled up the right side of the bikini top and began suckling on the exposed nipple.

Our victim fought on for a few minutes before eventually giving in to her own erotic impulses.

"This is so wrong," she said for the umpteenth time. "I hate both of you but ... this is so damn wonderful -- what you are doing to me. Keep going -- keep going -- Oh FUCK!" she climaxed again -- for the third time. Her muscles had to be cramping.

Ashely slumped down until her breasts pressed down on the top of the sofa. She was fighting for breath. I felt a certain threshold had been crossed.

"Hot damn," Mandi grinned wickedly. "And the actually fucking hasn't even begun yet."

"Darren, could you let me catch my breath?" Ashely requested.

She didn't plead; she asked pleasantly in the manner of a lover, not a supplicant. I reached around and fixed her exposed tit back inside the bikini.

"Of course, Ashely," I murmured into her ear. "Let me know when you are ready to continue. I really want both of you, so don't make me wait too long."

"God, you are incorrigible," she chuckled wearily. "Are you going to show me any mercy today?"

"I'm afraid not," I answered. "I'm going to screw you both until I can't see straight -- and them I'm going to get some glasses and do it again."

"Mmmm," Mandi purred. "My pussy is tingling at the prospects."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to walk home," Ashely confided. "I barely made it out the door yesterday and I nearly collapsed last night when you made me get out of bed to entertain you."

"Last night?" Mandi prodded.

"Oh, he made me go out on the deck of my house and twirl around naked for several minutes," Ashely exaggerated. "Then he made me spank myself."

"I would have paid to see that," Mandi groaned. "Was it a good spanking?"

"I heard it from my deck," I grinned.

"Did you pop a 'woodie'?" she teased me.

"Oh yeah," I smiled. "Hell, I wanted go over there, put her in one of those reclining chairs and screw her all over again." Ashely looked away when I said that, though I detected a little shiver course through her body.

All those years of Jefferson treating Ashely like a glorified cook, hostess and housekeeper were coming home to roost. Jay had cracked the façade of the prudish housewife she'd cultivated as a defense mechanism. Mandi and I had seriously eroded that yesterday, making Ashely feel sexy and desirable despite her own poor self-image.

Now she was lounging around my place in a nice, if somewhat-racy, bikini and acting totally comfortable with it. To ease that feeling along, I moved Ashely to a room she was truly familiar with. I had her make us an early lunch while Mandi and I watched. She opted for a French Onion soup; maybe because it took an hour -- maybe because she liked it.

As she got the burner going, I moved up behind her. She had on a man's apron, yet I was able to slip my hands inside and linked my fingers together at the bottom of her stomach.

"Stop it," Ashely murmured with thankfully less irritation that I expected.

"In my house you have to kiss the cook if you expect to eat," I fabricated.

"Really?" she twisted her shoulders and neck so we were face to face. I nodded. After sighing dramatically, Ashely brushed her lips across mine. I clearly looked unsatisfied so she rolled her eyes and kissed me with greater passion, teasing my lips with her tongue before going for a deep French kiss. When she broke the kiss her eyes were half-shuttered and she was smiling.

"Can I get back to cooking?" she smirked.

"If you cook as well as you kiss, I'll let you go home early today," I promised. Ashely didn't know how to take that.

"How early?" she asked cautiously.

"Ten minutes earlier," I smiled. Ashely popped my thigh with the back of her hand.

"You are impossible," she griped before turning back to the stove. This time she couldn't hide her grin. A minute later, while she was shredding the cheese, Mandi sidled up to her, leaning back against the counter.

Mandi inched her way into Ashely's space until the bigger woman finished.

"Yes, Mandi?" Ashely glared. Mandi pursed her lips and leaned into Ashely. "Oh, if you want to eat, you have to help," Ashely teased.

"I still have to kiss you and now you have to kiss me too," Mandi crowed triumphantly.

Ashely lowered her head, embarrassed that she'd been outmaneuvered by her younger sister-in-law. Mandi stood in her tip-toes and angled for a kiss from Ashely. The older woman relented with only a token hesitation. Mandi held Ashely's face with both hands as she worked her own steamy kiss all over Ashely's lips.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Mandi sounded awfully chipper. Ashely warred with her response.

"Well, you can start helping me by cutting up the onions," Ashely commanded. The situation was easy for me now that the two women busied themselves with this domestic chore. I had the sinking suspicion this was the first time either had a real use for the other.

Before the soup was done, I ambushed Mandi and stole my kiss from her. Ashely gave me a look which held a tinge of jealousy. I didn't respond to her action, instead letting her dole out the soup and join us at the kitchen table. Mandi was very vocal with her praise of the meal while I kept silence until the end.

"That's the best French Onion Soup I've ever had," I complimented the cooks. I wanted to be sparing with my praise now to make my words later have greater impact and felt they were honestly deserved. As Ashely began to collect the dishes, "I'll take care of that," I said. She turned and regarded me oddly.

"I've lived alone most of my life," I added. "You and Mandi cooked so I'll put away the remaining soup and put the pot in to soak." The two let me stump around the kitchen, cleaning things up and putting the leftovers next to the refrigerator to cool off.

"That's why I use paper plates and microwave dinners," Mandi snickered as she watched me work. "I'd never slave away in the kitchen the way you two do," she addressed Ashely while I finished up.

"It's called being a spouse, you Simpleton," Ashely griped in response.

"Oh, does Jefferson ever help you in the kitchen?" Mandi teased. Ashely didn't immediately answer.

"Are you going to make us clean the house, Darren?" Mandi continued.

"No," I was almost finished. "I have a cleaning service that comes by on Thursdays."

"What would you have your wife do -- besides cook and fuck?" Mandi grinned.

"I hadn't really thought about it," I confessed. "I suppose I would want her to have a part-time job, or work with some charities. That would take her out of the house and let her develop her own circle of friends."

"Oh," Mandi giggled. "Me at a PTA meeting would be a blast."

"How about you volunteering to teach Sex Education at a high school," I suggested.

"Boys, or Girls?" Mandi's interest peaked.

"Both," I finally put the pot into soak. "With the girls it would be a practical education and for the guys it could be hands on instruction."

"I like the way you think," Mandi sighed happily. "Wouldn't you be jealous?"

"Mandi, with a girl like you, I'd be happy as long as you were home when I got home," I clarified.

"What about me?" Ashely impulsively joined the game.

"I don't know," I admitted. "You have sexual frontiers we haven't fully explored yet."

"You wouldn't make a very good husband," Ashely sniffed indignantly. "Marriage requires loyalty and commitment."

I successful choked back on a terribly bitter laugh. Considering our circumstances that was a dumbass thing to say.

"You are a wife, not a car. I don't change your oil every 3,000 miles and expect everything to be okay," I enlightened instead. "If you were my lady it would be my obligation and pleasure to know what makes you happy and get it done," I added. "The same goes for you too, Mandi."

"I know what you want," Ashely responded. She tried, but failed to sound peeved.

"What would that be?" I gave her the opening.

"This," she rolled onto her right hip and spanked her right ass cheek. When she realized what she had just done, she flushed red.

"Oh, we both want that," Mandi leaned over the table and smiled wantonly.

"You are catching on quickly," I walked carefully over to Ashely. "Stand up."

Mandi and Ashely complied. Looking back and forth between them, I opted to wrap Mandi up in a kiss, my arm holding the cane at her back, and to rub my hand between her legs.

"Mandi, get the chocolate syrup and whipped cream out of the fridge," I demanded. "We are going to have dessert in the Living Room."

While Mandi scoured the frig, I slipped my hand around Ashely's waist and leaned into her for support as we migrated to that room. Mandi came skipping up behind us.

"Found them," she sang out. "What are we going to do?"

"Eat dessert," I reminded her. "Now strip and lay down on your back on the floor."

Mandi shrugged then obeyed. Ashely looked over the display with little comprehension.

"What now?" Mandi giggled.

"Now Ashely and I eat dessert. You have been a bad little kitty, so you get eaten," I outlined our plans for the 'dessert buffet'. "Ashely, do you want the whipped cream, or the chocolate?"

"I will not..." Ashely began. "Fine," she groaned. "Which one is colder?"

"The whipped cream," I responded.

"Give it to me," she tore it from my grasp. "What now?"

"I'm going to start out by pouring a little chocolate on her lips then licking it off," I educated them; gastronomic participant & subject.

"Which lips?" Ashely blundered. "I can't believe I'm even thinking about a woman's -- sex organ as lips," she groaned.

"I don't mind," Mandi spoke up as she spread her legs wide. I was busy lowering myself to the ground with as little pain as possible.

Ashely settled beside Mandi's midsection and shook the whipped cream dispenser.

"I imagine you've been a food platter a dozen times," Ashely grumbled at Mandi.

"Nope," Mandi jauntily replied. "You'll be first, Ashely. Come on, take my -- um -- um - culinary virginity. Whip me baby," she bubbled.

"Whip MEEEEEEEEE!!" she howled as Ashely shot the ice cold pseudo-dairy product onto her closest nipple. "Fuck, that's cold," Mandi shivered.

"Shut your mouth," I advised Mandi as I held the downturned liquid chocolate bottle over her mouth. Mandi perversely stuck out her tongue.

I dribbled some chocolate on her tongue, let her savor the taste then gave her a little more. By that time, Ashely had finished off the first offering and went for the other nipple. Mandi spasmed off the floor so some of the syrup hit her cheek. I leaned in, licked it up then went in for the kiss. Ashely nudged me; she had scooped up some whipped cream and offered it up to me.

I sucked up the gift from her finger then pulled her to me for some lip and tongue action. For just a second I detected yet more jealousy over the attention I had given Mandi. Ashely broke contact by spraying some more cream over Mandi's belly button. Mandi hissed yet looked terribly pleased with the progress of events. As Ashely began sweeping her tongue over Mandi's belly, I poured a dollop of chocolate on Mandi's lips.

Right after Ashely put a small cone on Mandi's right hip, Mandi began muttering for a taste of whipped cream. Ashely looked my way. I nodded then had to wave off her attempt to hand the dispenser off to me.

"Apply some to one of your nipples and feed it to our dessert tray," I instructed.

"I thought we were supposed to dine on her," Ashely countered.

"Please," I asked. I supposed Ashely had expected me to press the issue so my gentle request caught her off-guard.

"I'll do it," Ashely conceded, "but only because I don't want you to do something worse to me."

As long as that excuse worked for her, I was okay with it. It wasn't lost on her that Mandi and I were now staring at her as she delicately rolled up her top. Ashely prepared herself for the blast of icy cold on her sensitive, engorged nipple, but still visibly shivered when it hit. Her eyes were somewhat glazed over as she knelt before her sister-in-law and dangled her breast toward her lips.

The entire time Mandi kept her arms by her side letting Ashely control the depth and length of the contact. It was a contact Ashely didn't see fit to break off for some time.

"My turn," I finally interrupted. Ashely rose up, sticking her chest out for my pleasure. I poured some of the chocolate above the teat then let the sticky substance ooze down over it.

I began suckling on the cocoa-puff, licking and sucking on it even after all the chocolate syrup was gone.

"I want some more chocolate," Mandi spoke up. She leveraged herself so that she was close to the other breast. I coated it with more syrup then Mandi dove in for the feast.

"How about some whipped cream?" I suggested to Ashely when the chocolate on that breast was gone.

Immediately she sprayed a nice white coating. Ashely winced at the cold then moaned when the heat of my mouth returned. Ashely was indulging in the contrasting sensations which were overwhelming her ability to focus. As I was enjoying myself, I had an epiphany; if Ashely told Jefferson about this, her being the focus of Mandi's and mine sexual hunger, he wouldn't believe it -- the Fool!

"Damn, Ashely," Mandi murmured between tit-lip smacking sounds. "You keep looking this sexy and he's never going to stick that dick in me. Stop being so greedy."

"It's not my fault," Ashely moaned. Her denial didn't stop her feeding me more of her breast.

"Really now?" I growled. "Bedroom time, you hot ass wenches."

Ashely stood first. As an afterthought, she took me by the elbow and helped me stand as well. Mandi popped up athletically, scooped up my cane and handed that to me before taking the lead to the boudoir. It was surreal the way they escorted me to my bed. Ashely was about to reassert her 'victim' persona before Mandi preempted her.

"How do we begin?" Mandi inquired energetically. Ashely glared at her.

"Mandi, you on bottom with a strap-on. Ashely mounts up cowgirl style," I began. Ashely switched her gaze to me, looking somewhat disappointed. "While you two are going at it, I'm going to start working on Ashely's ass."

"Are you going to (gulp) -- going to?" Ashely stammered.

"He's going to fuck your ass -- take your anal cherry, Ashely," Mandi teased.

"Please don't do this," Ashely begged with me. I was busy getting out the two strap-ons (what goes around comes around) and lubricating the one I was going to give to Mandi.

"No way, Ash," I gave her a hard stare, "your ass is too delicious and your moans too exciting for me to let you off the hook. It is your own damn fault for choosing a swimsuit that makes your butt look even more delectable."

"You made me buy this suit," she pleaded.

"I didn't go shopping with you," I pointed out. I handed the sex toy to Mandi who began affixing it to her hips and crotch as well as partially inserting into her own vagina. "I told you to get some sexy bikinis. You decided what would look sexiest on you. Admit it."

"I," she muttered then surrendered the point. "Don't hurt me."

"Don't worry about it," Mandi championed my cause. "Darren may be a low down dirty blackmailer, but he's no woman-beater. Sometimes, when Ted gets pissed with me, he just slams it in with no warning. Fuck -- that hurts. Darren, I want a shot at Ashely's sweet bottom today too, so don't go tearing it up so that she's too sore."

"No worries, Mandi," I grinned. "I'm saving my real aggression for your precious heinie."

"Are you going to spank my bottom and make me cry tears of pleasure, Big Daddy?" Mandi pouted lustfully.

"Of course," I sighed. "I have to punish you for being such a naughty slut."

"Are you going to make Ashely double penetrate me too?" Mandi faux-sniffled. I nodded. "Me first!" Mandi wailed. "Me first. I can't wait."

"If I let you go first, you won't get another taste of Ashely for the rest of the day," I warned her.

"Ah shit!" Mandi complained. "You suck! Fine, I'll fuck Ashely, but I'm doing it under protest. Ashely, I wish you weren't so damn desirable," Mandi griped to her partner in crime.

"No -- I haven't done anything -- I mean, I don't know what you two see in me," Ashely sputtered in disbelief. She rapidly shed her bikini, following Mandi into the bed and smoothly straddling the younger woman.

With zero reticence, Ashely reached around for the artificial phallus, guided it to her love hole and wiggled it all the way in.

"Give me those titties," Mandi barked. Ashely pressed her chest down within the easiest possible reach of Mandi's hungry mouth. Between the gentle riding of Mandi's cock and the suction, Ashely began constantly moaning.

"Mandi," Ashely groaned, "you are just doing this to get back at me, aren't you?"

"That was yesterday," Mandi mumbled around her attempts to suck both of Ashely's nipples at once. "Today I want to fuck you so good you'll be my playmate forever."

"No," Ashely whined. "We hate each other."

"If you hate me so much," Mandi teased. "Why are you giving me all the tits, pussy and ass I can handle?"

"He's making me," Ashely whimpered. "He's making me do all of this."

"He didn't ask you to give me your big, fat titties; I did and you gave them to me," Mandi pointed out.

"I -- I," Ashely failed to find an adequate answer to that.

"Start massaging my breasts, Ashely," Mandi directed. Ashely's hand jerked repeatedly as it drifted to Mandi's pert right tit. When she began caressing the firm tissue her hesitation faded. I used their exchange to disrobe and gingerly climb up behind Ashely's bouncing buttocks, tube of lube in hand.

My knee was feeling worse today than yesterday yet I definitely felt it was worth it. To me, the big issue was that this was Ashely's first anal experience and I wanted it to go well. I had no old experiences to go with, but I did have Mandi, the Uber-slut, to mentor Ashely along, so I was feeling good about my chances of making this something Ashely and I wanted to do again.

Ashely's butt flinched and clenched when I first touched it. When she realized I was stroking her soft skin, she relaxed and began slowing down to give me more time caressing her. I poured some warmed lubricant at the base of her tailbone and gently worked it over each cheek and into her cleft. By the time I probed her anus, Ashely was comfortable with me being back there.

I matched the rhythm of Ashely's bouncing, penetrating her sphincter with a single finger.

"Oh God," Ashely started panting. Mandi took that as a green light to start pumping her cunt and chewing on her nipples. "Oh God, No!" Ashely vocally erupted. Since Mandi wasn't letting Ashely ride through her semi-climax unmolested, I slipped a thumb down to Mandi's vulnerable anus and sunk it into her as well.

Mandi jerked upward one more time even though I was pressing her anus down.

"Mandi -- please stop moving," Ashely gasped. "My pussy is throbbing."

"Not my fault," Mandi responded lustfully. "He stuck something up my ass too."

"Oh," Ashely sounded displeased.

"I'm simply trying to pin her tail down so she'll give you a breather," I assured Ashely. "I'm still concentrating on your sweet behind. Are you still willing to give me your ass?" That was a trick question -- I hadn't been asking before now. Ashely actually took the time to patiently look back in my direction and study me. I kept slowly wiggling and pumping my single digit into her.

"I didn't ask you to do this to me," she whimpered.

"Are you going to force me to stop, Ashely?" I questioned her even as I kept up the stimulations. It took her a while to formulate a response.

"You'll only do something worse to me," she breathed heavily. "You -- ah -- you are going to do this to Mandi too?"

"Absolutely and then you will do it to her. Finally, she'll go up your backside as well," I informed her.

"That's not fair," Ashely protested weakly. "Mandi loves ass -- ass-fucking. She's bragged about it."

"Is that why you've became curious about it?" Mandi inquired.

"If you lie, I'm going from one finger to three, Ash," I threatened. Her denial was stillborn.

"Be gentle," the blonde whispered. "Don't hurt me, Darren." She pressed her upper body down on Mandi and rotated her hips up. The dildo slipped a bit, but didn't fall out.

"Kiss me, damn it," Mandi mumbled from deep within Ashely's bosom. As Ashely maneuvered to get Mandi that face to face contact, I retracted my one finger and reinserted two. She grunted before following through with her kiss.

"Mandi?" Ashely whimpered. Thankfully Mandi recalled my advice from this morning.

"You'll love it," Mandi assured her. "You know I do."

"But -- you are a slut," Ashely moaned.

"Are we still so different?" Mandi grinned. "Admit it; sex is fun. Having a man chase after your hot body is pretty sweet. You like it when Darren's eyes follow you around the room knowing that he's desperate to fuck you."

"He's punishing us," she hiccupped.

"If that was the case, he'd be ramming that dick up your ass and you would be crying tears of pain," Mandi insisted. "Face facts, Ashely, you have Darren wanting to give you orgasm after orgasm, you hot sexy slut."

I wanted to give Mandi a gold star for that level of encouragement.

"After you do this, are you going to let me go, Darren?" Ashely worried.

"No, I want you too much now. I'm hooked," I declared. "I didn't want to let you go last night, I desperately wanted to order you back over here last night and I nearly blew up when I first saw you in that bikini."

"You are going to fuck me and keep fucking me no matter what I do?" Ashely sighed.

"Damn right," I growled. The second finger began going into her rectum. "God, you are intoxicating."

"I can't save myself?" Ashely's bosom heaved passionately as her butthole adjusted.

I know she was looking for a big 'no'. Ashely was still playing around with excuses that freed her up from the guilt over feeling pleasure.

"Why would I want to give you up? Give me one good reason, Ashley," I challenged her.

"Mandi," she gulped, "is younger and prettier and she likes all this sex."

"Mandi is hot, young, pretty and has a body made for sex," I confirmed. Ashely deflated slightly. "But why are you comparing yourself to her? Her ass is firm and round while yours is plush and inviting. Her breasts are small and pert while yours are heavy and so much fun to play with. Her stomach is flat while yours is lush."

"Her thighs bind you in like silk seethed iron while yours lure a man in with a mature sensuality," I continued. "Mandi's not prettier than you -- she's different, so that excuse sucks. I think you knew that and you really want me to keep having sex with you."

"It looks like you are going to be having plenty of sex now, Ashely," Mandi intervened. "You might as well enjoy it since you don't have a choice."

"Maybe we'll sex him up so much, he'll let us go," Mandi added. How the hell that suggestion was going to work was beyond me. Maybe she thought I'd have a stroke, heart attack, and/or a brain aneurism.

"If we have to," Ashely conceded. Not only was she accepting the promise of more sex, she was agreeing to work with Mandi, which seemed an impossibility 24 hours ago.

Mandi had started grinding against Ashely when I slipped the third lubricated finger into Ashely and the second into Mandi. They both gasped and wiggled. Mandi added a push-back to the mix. It was with extra pleasure that I saw Ashely arch her back upward so that she could angle her head down to French kiss Mandi.

"I love that he's making you do this to me," Mandi teased.

"Oh, shut up," Ashely murmured before locking lips with her sister-in-law once more. When the blonde began rocking her hips against my intruding digits I knew she was ready. Mandi gave a tiny, muffled whimper when I withdrew my fingers from her butt yet I thought she knew the reason.

I coated my cock liberally with slick goo before lining it up with Ashely's anus.

"I'm going to be putting my cock in," I cautioned her. She tensed slightly, so I kept strumming her anus with my fingers until she relaxed once more. I placed my fingers so that when I withdrew them I immediately placed my cock against her sphincter.

Her barrier gave way under a little pressure and after that the first few inches went in without a hitch. When her rectal muscles tightened around my cockhead, I stopped pushing and let the sensation of her hot, snug tunnel gripping my penis settle in.

"How do you feel, Ashely?" I tenderly coaxed an honest response from the mature woman.

"Ugh -- ugh -- ugh," she grunted. "Tight -- it feels tight. God, I feel so ... so ... I can't describe it ... up there."

"You feel fantastic to me," I lauded her. "Are you ready for me to keep going?"

"You aren't done?" she whimpered.

"No, Silly," Mandi giggled. "His dick is longer than his fingers. If he was a bastard, he wouldn't have stopped at the point he loosened you up," Mandi spoke from experience. "He would have rammed it in. Since he didn't, he's clearly hot for your body and wants to do it with you again."

For my part, I withdrew until only my glans remained inside her then pushed back in to the current established limit. I also pushed down on Ashely's back for a better angle of intrusion.

The three of us developed a rhythm. Ashely was panting up a storm, Mandi went back to suckling on both of Ashely's nipples rapid-fire and with every three strokes I drove my rod deeper into Ashely's anal passage. I used my hands to push her buttocks aside, so that when my pubic hair tickled her sphincter she bayed ecstatically.

"Oh -- I took it all!" she exclaimed. "It's nasty. It's so fucking filthy, but damn it feels so -- weird. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would."

"I don't want to hurt you, Ashely," I comforted her. "I can take my pleasure and pleasure you at the same time."

The look Ashely shot me convinced me she thought I was speaking Swahili.

"I don't want you to stick your penis up my butt anymore, Darren," she pleaded. "It's wrong."

"Are you sure?" I asked. I noted she said 'wrong' and not 'painful'.

"Yes," she muttered.

Mandi was getting two Gold Stars for staying quiet while this exchange was going on.

"Okay," I conceded. I slowly withdrew my dick from her rectum under Ashely's wondering gaze. As the head popped out, she reached back and grabbed my hip and held me still.

"Put it back in," she whimpered. "You'll -- um -- only do something worse to me if I don't let you pound my butthole hard and deep." She must have overheard that technique from Mandi.

"That's right, Ashely," I cooed. "If you don't give me your sweet ass, I'm going to do bad, bad things to you." She whimpered, trembled and pushed back against my cock as it penetrated her again. I spanked her ass hard, making her jolt. "That's for making me wait. You know it makes me crazy when you taunt me with your body."

"I'm sorry," Ashely groaned. "Let me make it up to you."

That was new.

"How are you going to that?" I questioned. "You are already giving me your body."

"I don't know," she pleaded piteously.

"I know," I continued as I kept drilling her ass. As I picked up my intensity, Mandi finally resumed her thrusting of her strap-on dildo into Ashely's pussy.

"Ashely, you are going to start wearing the flimsiest bras you can buy, low-cut blouses and t-shirts with tight shorts that highlight your legs and ass," I explained.

"I can't wear that," she simpered. "What would the neighbors think?"

"I think the women will be jealous and their men will get horny, that's what I think. When we go out, I want everyone to know that if I treat you right, we are going to go home and you are going to fuck my brains out," I added on. Ashely was now thrusting against me as hard as I was driving into her.

My knee was screaming at me at the injustices which were being heaped upon it. It reminded me that I was lucky to be able to walk at all. I silently willed it to hold out just a little longer.

"They'll think I'm your whore," she sniffled.

"No; they will think you are my mistress," I corrected. "Men will wonder how I am so damn lucky."

Ashely had moved passed the capacity of coherent speech. Mandi and I were see-sawing her holes, giving her vaginal and rectal walls constant cross-stimulation.

"I think someone's feeling really, really lucky right now," Mandi giggled.

Ashely was losing it. The vibrations started off in her calves and shot like lighting up her thighs, crotch (inside and out ~ I could feel the convulsions of her vagina through her rectal walls), stomach and breasts before ending up in her shoulders, neck and head.

Her mouth opened in a soundless scream that finally evolved into a hiss of air escaping her tortured lungs. Those contortions were the last thread in the tapestry of my lust. I shot my hot seed deep into her bowels. Denied a vocal response, tears began streaming down her cheeks.

"Ah man, I'm fucking soaked down here," Mandi marveled. "And she's crying too."

Ashely had lost all muscle control. Her weight was crushing Mandi. I didn't want to pull out of Ashely's ass yet, so I rolled us on our side. This allowed Mandi to withdraw her dildo from Ashely's cunt and stare straight up at the ceiling. She had been right about one thing -- her strap-on, pubic area and upper thighs were glistening with copious amounts of Ashely's fluids.

We lay there for almost a minute before Ashely finally spoke. My cock, for some insane reason, refused to go quietly into dormant mode. I remained rock hard inside Ashely's ass.

"I've never had an orgasm like that before," she gasped. "I felt like my head and heart were going to explode. It was -- was," she struggled.

"Indescribable?" Mandi guessed.

"Be -- beyond Fantastic!" Ashely corrected her.

"Do you want to have another one?" Mandi teased.

"Yes!" Ashely exclaimed. She twisted her neck and shoulder so that we were face to face, only inches apart.

"I mean, if Darren wants to do this again, I'll put up with it," Ashely backpedaled. I smiled at her.

"How sweet of you," Mandi addressed Ashely. To me she said, "How long before you get hard again?"

"He's still hard," Ashely sighed contently. "Hard and deep in my butt."

"Hey!" Mandi protested. "That butt is mine now. Darren, roll her over and let me go where only one man has gone before." My eyes remained locked with Ashely's as I tenderly removed my member from her back door. She bit her lower lip as I finally slipped out.

"My knee is killing me, so we are going to have to screw Ashely on our sides," I informed Mandi. Ashely rolled over so that she and I were front to front and Mandi was angling in from the rear.

"Wait," Ashely protested. "Your penis was just in my butthole. There is no way that's going in my pussy."

"Christ girl," Mandi pushed her upper body over Ashely and engulfed my cock in one smooth move. She did a quick lick and suck then released my cock. "It is not a shit repository. Most cocks are clean and if they are not, get a wash cloth." Mandi gave my cock a few more deep bobs then sat back up. "See, all clean. Let's get back to fucking."

Ashely gazed wandered from Mandi to me.

"Lift your leg, Ashley," I commanded. She put her left hand on a spot just above the back of her knee and then raised her left leg up so we could have easy access to her pussy and ass. I inserted my cock into her cunt first, working it slowly in to the hilt.

Ashely's eyes half-shuttered and a blissful smile awakened on her lips. Once I was securely in place, it was Mandi's turn. By the reaction of Ashely's body, her Sister-in-law wasn't being overly gentle. Thankfully my earlier adventure had prepared her rectum for Mandi's energetic thrusting.

"Ah, ah, ah," Ashely panted.

"Hey," I prodded Ashely, "what would Jefferson think if he could see you now?"

"He wouldn't -- who cares what he would think," Ashely moaned. "He gave me to you. That bastard shut me out again and I'm sick of it."

"I'm never going to give you back," I snarled sexually.

"Never?" she gasped. Her wide eyes were filled with doubt.

"Never and it's your own damn fault," I pressed her. "You are too damn sexy and you've been hiding it from me for all these years. I have lost time to make up for."

"I'm sorry," she whimpered then leaned in and kissed me. Our tongues coaxed each other back and forth in a teasing wrestling match.

[...]

It was a little too much to ask my testicles to cum so soon after their last live-fire exercise. Mandi and I did last long enough to leave Ashely an exhausted wreck. She wasn't unconscious as much as unresponsive.

"Darren, don't forget the next round is mine," Mandi gulped for air.

"Are you ready to go right now?" I groaned.

"No and I don't say that often," Mandi snickered. "In fact, I don't think I've ever been too tired for sex before now."

"Try to remember this is punishment, Wench," I joked.

"I remember I'm next," she wiggled her hips. Then, "I can't get over how beautiful Ashely is when she's not being a stuck up prude."

Ashely mumbled something.

"What was that?" I inquired gently.

"I've been 'stuck-up' alright," she gasped then giggled. One of her weary hands rose up and covered her mouth over yet another stunning confession.

"Did you like it?" I murmured. Ashely looked away evasively.

"Should I get us some drinks?" Ashely said as she propped herself up.

"Rum and Coke," Mandi raised a hand heavenward. "Wait, make that tequila."

"Captain Morgan for me," I provided.

Ashely scooted to the foot of the bed, slid her legs of and took a wobbly stand.

"My legs feel like rubber," she tittered nervously.

"Get used to it," Mandi chuckled. "This is going to be our life for some time -- hammering our sex holes so much we can't walk straight."

Hammering their sex-holes?

The older blonde waved off that comment weakly before staggering from the room. Mandi turned her head and gave me a happy look. She followed that up by removing the strap-on and making her way to the bathroom where I could hear her cleaning up. Mandi came back first with Ashely less than a minute behind with the drinks.

We sat back against the headboard, sipping our drinks and passing from awkward silence to comfortable cuddling. Per form, Ashely couldn't make eye contact with me while Mandi snuggled up my body and kissed me playfully on the shoulder, neck and cheek. After ten minutes, Mandi transformed her stance to all-fours.

"Can I get your ready for my round of butt fun?" Mandi grinned. I wasn't hard, yet I didn't see any difficulties in getting there by simply ogling her fine body. She looked down at my crotch, back to me and pursed her lips.

"Nah," I decided. "Ashely, give me a blowjob. Mandi, my knee is shot so I'll need you to give me some reverse cowgirl action this time around."

"Ah -- okay," Ashely muttered. I had the sinking suspicion she resented the center of attention moving from her to Mandi. That didn't stop her from taking my penis in hand and lick the head.

"When you bent me over the sofa this morning, I knew we would end up like this," Mandi giggled. "I'm so jealous Ashely got to you first, you pervert."

I spanked Mandi's ass for her comment. When she presented it for more attention, I began raining down a rhythm on her divine bubble butt until she was sniffling in pain and arousal. Mandi's declaration of her jealously inspired Ashely to go at her fellatio with renewed vigor. Mandi gave me a telling wink before retrieving the lube and handing it off to me.

Her 'tight little butthole' was already prepped by my earlier digital-anal efforts. I wanted her fully prepared by the time Ashely got my cock ready. As it was, I had her ass gyrating before Ashely finally could be convinced I was hard enough for Mandi.

"I want it, Ashely," Mandi insisted. She took hold of my dick and a brief tug of war erupted between my two 'victims'.

Mandi coated my cock liberally with lubricant and didn't wait to rub it in before squatting over me and placing my glans at the entrance to her anus. Her sphincter easily accommodated my rods passage, letting Mandi twist and turn as she sunk down to the base. Mandi went from her feet to her knees as she began to rock forward and back.

"Mandi, are you okay?" Ashely worried.

"What's wrong?" I grimaced. I wasn't in pain -- I was feeling the effects of Mandi gripping my cock like in a velvety glove-like vice, which I couldn't help but savor. It was something new and thrilling.

"Her eyes have rolled up in her head and she looks -- lost in concentration," Ashely whispered.

"Loving it," Mandi gave a throaty growl. Outside the definition of 'total slut' I didn't know what to make of her reaction. I was not so well endowed that I was sure I was the largest dick to have gone up her ass. Hell, Mandi was working so hard to bring Ashely willingly over to my camp I felt I owed her some pleasure for going way above and beyond the role of victim in my scheme.

I reached onto the headboard and felt around for the remote. With the right selection, the image from the camera overhead appeared on the wide screen TV on the wall opposite the foot of the bed, projecting the image of Mandi as she rode me.

"Oh -- my -- God!" gasped Ashely.

She'd never really put together the knowledge I had security devices in all my rooms with the reality of seeing herself on the TV.

"Fuck yeah!" Mandi exclaimed as her eyes opened and she found herself staring straight into her own ecstatic face.

For my part, I pushed up until I could wrap my arms around Mandi's midriff and nuzzle her neck. Mandi shuffled back into my lap and embrace.

"Ashely," Mandi beckoned, "come play with me." Ashely looked to me before deciding I was going to let her figure this one out on her own. She pulled herself over, supported herself with a rigid left arm and began to suckle on Mandi's right teat. Ashely's right hand gave Mandi's left nipple a quick pinch then 'walked' its way down to her cunt.

"Aaahhh," Mandi gave a deep guttural groan. Mandi had two of Ashely's fingers thrumming her twat, my dick up her ass, Ashely's mouth on her right nipple, my lips on her throat and, sensing a spot remained under-stimulated, my left hand quickly moving to her left breast. "Ah, Ashely -- Darren -- I can die happy now."

"Ashely, I guess we can stop," I teased. Ashely, Mandi's breast still between her lips, gave me a confused look. She saw the humor in my eyes and caught on quickly.

"Okay," Ashely shrugged then began pulling away.

"No," Mandi wailed. "Please!"

"Beg me," Ashely insisted with a wicked twist to her lips.

"Please, I'm begging you -- don't stop," Mandi pleaded.

"Tell me you -- you -- you're a whore and you like big cocks," Ashely taunted.

"I'M A WHORE AND I LOVE BIG COCKS!" Mandi howled.

"Do you really like the taste of my pussy?" Ashely snuck a question in.

"Yes," Mandi replied inside a second. Ashely remained silent for some time then got back to pleasuring Mandi.

"If I do this for you now, you have to promise me you'll never touch my pussy again," Ashely prodded.

"Darren?" Mandi implored.

"If you give up Ashely's pussy, she has to give up yours as well," I suggested. I could have thanked the Heavens for the look of distress on Ashely's face.

"To hell with that," Mandi panted. "Ashely, stop -- God -- please, stop!"

"I," Ashely hesitated, "hummm -- only Darren can tell me to stop," she reversed her argument.

"Darren?" Mandi repeated.

"No rest for you, Ashely," I responded to Mandi by addressing her sister-in-law. "Keep at it until we break Mandi's over-sexed mind wide open."

"Yes!" Mandi exulted.

"If I have to," Ashely replied with almost as much enthusiasm as Mandi. The verbal interplay along with the sexual stimulation finally began to overwhelm Mandi's senses. Her back arched, tilting her head back against my shoulder and squealed at the ceiling. The undulations of her rectum felt like she was trying to rip my cock off.

Ashely stopped working her over. I kept pushing into Mandi's ass.

"Stick your fingers back in," I barked at Ashely. "Make it three fingers inside her plus rub her clit."

"Right now?" Ashely asked even as she complied.

"Yep," I grinned. "We are not letting her come down." In a way, this was cruel. It was also giving Mandi something new, as well as something that would cool down her libido and allow the two older members of this trio a chance to recoup our energy. Right now that meant the youngster was writhing, whimpering and fighting for each breath.

"No ... more," Mandi whispered to me after, what seemed to me, a hideously long climax on her part. I instantly waved Ashely away and let Mandi's weight fall fully on me. The blonde sat up on her haunches and took in the sight of her devastated young partner. Mandi's body was limp, her pleasure etched across her sweat-stained face.

"Mandi?" Ashely called out to her sister-in-law. She repeated herself twice more before Mandi looked up and grinned at Ashely. She raised her leaden arms and wrapped them around the larger blonde's neck.

"Thank you," Mandi rasped softly. "I'm sorry I've been so mean to you all these years."

Ashely's face contorted with a variety of emotions. So much of the Hell which had rained down on Ashely's life in the past had been partially, or fully, Mandi's fault. She was irresponsible, care-free and seemingly callous to the harm she caused. On the other hand, Ashely knew this was a heartfelt declaration on Mandi's part. She was both grateful and apologetic.

"You are welcome, you brat," Ashely sighed and hugged her back. Mandi's arms flopped limply to her side, but before Ashely could let her go, I pressed my head over Mandi's shoulder and invited Ashely into a kiss. We kept this up for several minutes -- kissing, tickling our lips and French kissing -- before Ashely gave a gasp and a moan.

"Mandi, are those your fingers in my pussy?" Ashely murmured.

"Yes," Mandi mumbled.

"Are you the one tweaking my nipple?" Ashely asked with a pleasurable sigh.

"I'm exhausted, not dead, Ashely," Mandi giggled wearily. "You are steamy-sexy and oh so close."

I joined in by going after Ashley's other nipple, plucking, twisting and pulling it hard enough to make her gasp. Ashely began breathing heavily. She was clearly near the end of her tether.

"How about we take a shower?" I suggested.

"Okay," Ashely agreed with some relief.

"Fine," Mandi muttered. "But you'll have to carry me. I can't feel my legs."

[AFTER THE BREAK]

"Ashely, is Jefferson still having his sports party this Sunday?" I inquired.

"Yes," she responded cautiously.

"I want you to wear the white bikini during it," I ordered. "You can wear a sheer sarong when it starts, but it comes off after an hour."

"What?" Ashely squawked. "I can't do that. I'll be practically naked."

"That is the whole point of a bikini, Silly," Mandi snickered.

"I mean I'll look horrible," Ashely pleaded.

"You still believe that?" I quizzed Ashely.

"Yes -- yes I do," she looked so miserable.

"I'll give you an out then," I offered. Ashely looked hopeful while Mandi, behind her, looked disappointed.

"What do I have to do?" Ashely hesitantly inquired.

"I'll make it easy for you," I grinned.

"Really?" Ashely was now suspicious and unsure.

"Sure, all you have to do is not get me hard," I told her.

"NOT get you hard?" Ashely and Mandi mimicked.

"Yes," I confirmed. "I want you to put your magenta bikini back on then assume five poses I desire. If you do as I request and you don't make me hard, you are off the hook -- on the bikini. No nudity, or girl-on-girl action, is necessary."

"Oh," Ashely sounded secretly disappointed. "That seems -- easy."

"That's easy, alright," Mandi giggled. "With you modeling that suit we'll be lucky if he doesn't bust a nut."

"Stop being -- so impossible to deal with," Ashely groused at Mandi. "I think Darren's lost his mind. I'm going to do this, nothing is going to happen and it will be up to you and your antics to amuse him at Jefferson's party."

"If you are so sure you can't entice our host/captor, how about we make a wager?" Mandi suggested.

"It is not going to be fair if you are on the bed with him. I know he'll look at you and get aroused," Ashely evaded.

"I'll go stand in the bathroom with the door cracked so he can't see me," Mandi grinned.

"Fine ... fine, what is the wager?" Ashely asked as she began dressing.

"I get two five minute bedroom breaks with you at the party -- anything goes," Mandi looked positively feral with lust.

"If I win, you have to wear clothing I approve of, no alcoholic beverages and no touching, even yourself, for the whole affair," Ashely showed her own vindictive streak. If she thought she'd scare Mandi into backing off, she was sorely mistaken.

"Sure! I'm not worried," Mandi smirked. "Darren's lusting for your sexy curves. He's going to pop a woodie then fuck me with it."

"How come he has to screw you?" Ashely blurted out then blushed red with shame.

"I get to drill Mandi because she wants to go down on your tasty pussy once more," I enlightened Ashely.

"That's no lie," Mandi agreed. "I can't wait to get between your thighs, drink your sweet nectar and whirl my tongue inside you like a motorboat."

Ashely made a token display of disgust, yet her breath was already increasing in a feverish manner. Ashely finished slipping and wiggling back into her suit then regarded me with curiosity.

"For starters, move to the foot of the bed and crawl up to me," I instructed. "To be fair, pretend that you don't find me totally repulsive."

"Think about that dick and your lips around it, Ashely," Mandi suggested erotically.

"I don't want to think about doing that," Ashely mumbled without conviction. She walked around to the bottom of the bed, then moved onto all fours as she mounted the bed. She hadn't taken two strides forward when my cock twitched.

Ashely's eyes widened at my bodily reaction.

"How hard does it have to get for you to win?" she gulped.

"All the way," Mandi giggled. That had Ashley looking conflicted.

"Keep on coming," I encouraged the blonde housewife.

Ashely moved up, past my outstretched ankles and within inches of my crotch. Blood was rushing into my penis causing it to swell.

"Ah -- Mandi hasn't left yet," Ashely complained.

"I'm gone," Mandi snickered and raced to the Master bathroom and closed the door to just a crack.

"Okay, she's gone. Now stand up on the bed, give me a side profile and cup your bikini top," I directed Ashely. The very action of her going from her hands and knees to standing brought my cock to rigidity. She kept switching her gaze from my dick to my eyes. By the time she cupped those magnificent fleshy tits my cock bounced off my stomach.

"Fine, you win," Ashely moaned.

"Not yet," I insisted. "Turn away from me, spread your legs apart and lean forward." Ashely reluctantly obeyed. I could sense a certain desperation in her eyes.

"Like this?" she mumbled.

"Yes," I groaned. "Now rub your hands down your sides, to your hips then between your legs and down your inner thighs to your knees. Look back at me while you do it." Ashely was showing renewed resistance before finally complying. I was curious about this reticence. Ashely did as I asked, her eyes holding a pleading quality as her hands worked over her body.

For a moment, she held still when she finished. Slowly her right hand slid up to her covered pussy and began rubbing it. I hadn't asked for that, and I didn't ask for her left hand to stroke her ass, but I should have. Ashely's breathing became more audible and rapid.

"Darren," she panted piteously.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.

"Don't make me say that," she begged.

"Very well," I conceded. "Ashely, come to me. I want to screw you so bad right now." She didn't tear her magenta bottom off, yet she stepped out of it quickly enough.

I didn't have to say anything. Ashely positioned herself over me and carefully went to her knees, resting her hands on my chest. The second she was settled, she reached between her legs, grasped my rod and slipped it into her cunt.

"I am not enjoying this," Ashely whimpered. I knew she was protesting solely for her benefit. Mandi and I weren't buying it at all.

Speaking of Mandi, she snuck out of the bathroom and climbed up on the bed behind Ashely. I knew how tenuous her sister-in-law's submission to her sexual desires was. Mandi looked at the seriousness of my countenance and her mischievous smile faded.

'Take it easy?' she mouthed. I gave a slight nod.

"Ashely?" Mandi beckoned. Ashely was busy looking at me so she missed it. "Ashely," Mandi repeated, this time touching her shoulder. Ashely looked over her shoulder at Mandi kneeling behind her to the left. The older woman returned to an upright kneeling position, twisted and arched her body toward the young brunette. Their kiss was a forgone conclusion.

When Mandi wrapped her arms around Ashely, she wisely placed them on her stomach. It fell to Ashely to move those hands up to her tits and under the bikini top, but, once there, Mandi began to work those mammaries over magically. Ashely turned away from Mandi to gaze upon me once more. I saw the fight against her volcanic sensuality die in her eyes.

This new sense of liberation in her had to be nurtured. I counted this as a major victory. She was wanted, lusted after, desired and appreciated by myself and Mandi -- my surprise accomplice. I had clearly plotted out how to gain vengeance. Now I had to figure out what I would do -- how I would keep what I'd won in the process.

Mandi and Ashely would end up with me. Causing them continuous suffering had become far less important than the pleasure they were providing me. I had lived alone, unattached most of my life and now, unexpectedly, I didn't want to go back to that now that I had experienced something better.

The mature blonde had broken away from Mandi's lips and leaned over me again. Mandi followed Ashely's body down on top of us creating a somewhat uncomfortable weight. The sensation of Mandi kneading Ashely's large breasts compensated for that. I placed my hands one each side of Ashely's jaw and guided her in for a powerful kiss.

We kept at this for several minutes until Ashely conquered some inner doubts.

"Are you going to make me come over tomorrow?" her chest heaved.

"Yes," I confirmed.

"When?" she tried not to show her pleasure.

"Mandi threatened to come over at five in the morning, but I'll think I'll make her wait until you can come over after nine," I informed her.

"Are you going to call me tonight," she moaned.

"Yes. Arrange one of the deck chairs," I grinned, "so it faces my house. I am going to have you masturbate for me."

"No," she gulped. "The neighbors will see -- will hear."

"You expect me to go all night without you?" I looked displeased. "That is not going to happen. Unless you come up with a quick alternative, you are doing it."

"I could sneak out of the house after Ted passes out again," Mandi offered, "then come over to Ashely's so we could make out while you watched us on one of your cameras."

"I would demand one orgasm each," I tried to sound decisive. "Ashely?"

"It is better than being exposed in public," she sounded disappointed. "If that is the only alternative, I'll do it." That was incredibly easy.

"Good. Now get off," Mandi prodded. "That's my dick to ride. We agreed -- I get the dicking and you get your cunt licked."

"Mandi -- please," Ashely choked up.

"Ah," the younger woman grinned. "You like it when a man shows you the passion you DESERVE."

Ashely moaned loudly then nodded.

"Fine, but you owe me a thirty minute strap-on session," Mandi conceded.

Yesterday, or this morning, Ashely would have refused to play along. She wasn't 'like that'. This afternoon...

"You, or me?" she groaned as her orgasm was slowly blossoming from our gentle screw.

"You wear it; I get pounded. Hell, I want to take you back to my place and have you fuck me on my bed just to show Ted what a better lover you are," Mandi snickered.

"Ah, ah -- deal," Ashely gasped. The look Mandi shot me was triumphant. Instead of rubbing in Ashely's descent to 'Slutdom' she wrapped her arms around Ashely and gave her a tight hug.

"You are the best, Ashely. Thank you," Mandi murmured into her shoulder.

"You're -- you're welcome, Mandi," Ashely sighed.

We were getting close to our climaxes together. I wasn't even in my twenties anymore so my balls weren't about to shoot off without some serious coaxing. Ashely provided what I needed.

"Play with my ass," she whispered. Mandi took her up on the offer, stroking her spine down to her tailbone and beyond. Her ring finger made little thrusts against Ashely's anus, then pushed home.

"OH GOD!" Ashely shouted. I wondered of Jefferson heard that next door. Mandi pulled and twisted one nipple, so I grabbed the other and did the same. Ashely's back arched and she screamed at the top of her lungs as her vaginal walls convulsed all around my cock. That set me up and I was soon giving my older victim/lover another dose of my seed.

[~]

After resting for a few minutes, we cleaned up and they headed out for their homes -- Ashely first. At the door, Mandi turned and wrapped her arms around me.

"Darren," she confessed. "I'm not really sorry this happened to you."

"How's that?" I rumbled.

"I doubt we would have ever met otherwise," she explained while resting her head on my chest. I thought she was afraid to meet my eyes. "Face it; you look at me, see a slut and write me off. This way you gave me a chance. You haven't been cruel and you've even helped me live out some of my fantasies."

"Your sexy body has gotten you out of trouble most of your life, hasn't it?" I inquired.

"Yep -- pretty much," she replied.

"Well, it worked again," I sighed somewhat depressed.

"So, when can I dump Ted and move in?" Mandi finally looked up.

"WHAT?" I gasped.

"Ted used to be fun, but now all we do is fight. To him, sex is 'pop' a Viagra, pump me for a few minutes until he gets off then roll over and go to sleep, or he tells me to get him another beer," Mandi explained. "He has sex when he wants to have it, not when I want to have it."

"Had I pulled the stunt I played on you this morning, he would have told me to stuff a dildo up my cunt and shut up," Mandi frowned. "You made it a game and I loved it. You pay attention to me."

"What about Jay? He's free now," I suggested.

"When I was fucking around with Jay, he was seeing two other women as well. Plus he'd go after any girl who he found hot," she said. "That's amusing for a while. You do that one better. You are the type of guy who chases me around the house and fucks me on every piece of furniture and still lets me go out to a bar and party it up."

"You really think I'm that guy?" I mused.

"More like I'm hoping you are that guy," she pleaded with her eyes wide open.

"I'll have to think about it," I nodded. "Remember, you had a key role in me nearly dying."

"What more can I give?" Mandi inquired.

"See, that's the thing," I shook my head. "You've given me your all pretty much since the beginning." Mandi looked saddened by that revelation. "It is hard to stay angry with you when you give me exactly what I want." That made her smile.

"So, if I wake you up at 3 am with my ankles behind my ears, you know what to do?" she snickered.

"I'd roll over and take a drink, or three," I leered. Mandi didn't get it so I put on hand on her crotch, hooked my cane over my arm then ran that hand over her breasts.

"No poking?" she faux-pouted.

"Mandi, you are here to slake my lusts, not the other way around," I teased. "If you want a poke, you are going to have to work for it. With your ankle around your ears that would be difficult."

"Oh, ride 'em cowboy," she giggled. "If I go for some midnight cowgirl action, you are not going to push me off?"

"Only if I want to be on top, or behind you," I responded. Mandi kept smiling.

"Why don't you have a woman?" she got around to asking.

"I had a few rough relationships during and right after college, so I ended up devoting my energy to my work," I related.

"Oh," she paused. "Can I get one more poke before I go?"

"Out!" I pointed toward the door. She play-pouted and gave me even more of those deep, soulful eyes. When that didn't work, she slowly turned around with her body pressed tightly to me, gave me a butt bump and hesitantly walked out the door.

Before I could shut it, she 'accidently' dropped her car keys. She put her ankles tightly together then bent over while keeping her legs stiff. Mandi grinned as she looked around her thighs as she retrieved the keys then stood back up. I groaned and shut the door because I wanted to still believe I was in control of the situation.

(TUESDAY NIGHT)

I had to admit that I felt I was becoming a bit perverted because I liked 'dropping in' and looking at the video of the two families I was working my revenge on. Ashely went out right after she left my place. She came back with even more clothes and lingerie -- the kinds I liked -- a variety of shorts, short sleeve & t-shirts, teddies and baby dolls, and some bra and panty sets clearly from Lane Bryant.

Mandi went home and started ... working out. She came by her swank body through strenuous exercise it seemed. She could have been performing for me though she couldn't be sure I was watching. Since I was getting some benefit from her efforts, I decided to let her know tomorrow. When Ted came home, he went up to Mandi and thrust his jean-clad crotch against her leotard covered ass.

"Let me show you what a real man is all about," he growled.

"Oh Baby," Mandi teased, "Ashely's tongue tore up my pussy and ass all day long, Darren was fucking me when Ashely wasn't and I've swallowed so much cum and pussy juice -- well, I just can't choke down any more. Sorry, Hon."

"What? Are you a fucking dyke now ... along with being a fucking, lying whore?" Ted snarled as he took as step back. Mandi turned and gave him a wicked grin. I prayed she wasn't antagonizing him too much.

"Oh, come on Ted," she wiggled sexily. "Imagine Ashely's sweet lips around your cock as she stares up at you with those baby blues. Think about her giving you a titty-fuck with those huge fun-bags of hers. I bet Jefferson's bragged about what a sweet fuck she is, but I bet you didn't know she likes it up the ass almost as much as I do," she kept turning the screws.

"She's my brother's wife," Ted recoiled. "Besides, she's fat, old and cold. Also, she'd never give up her ass."

"She was on her hands and knees begging Darren to plow her only a few hours ago," Mandi swore, hand over her heart. "Darren didn't have to force her at all -- she willingly gave it up."

"Bullshit," he growled then. "Did you really let him fuck you up the ass?"

"Him and Ashely both," Mandi licked her lips, "and I'm not ashamed to admit those two gave me more fucking than I could handle. They wore me out. God, it was glorious. I couldn't even move."

"What that really means is that since you didn't show up yesterday to pick me up, you get no nookie for the foreseeable future. Don't worry though -- if I get horny and Darren isn't around, Ashely has said she'd soak my kitty and let me pet & lick hers until we both get off. Of course, whatever I do I have to do the same for her," Mandi drove the dagger home.

"No way," he staggered away from the reality of the situation. "You hate her and she's no lesbian. You're lying."

"You haven't been listening," Mandi took her own step back so that she could pause her exercise video.

"I hat-ED her -- past tense. She's not only the best woman I've ever been with, she's better than most men too," she clarified. "I've seen her in lingerie, naked and even in a bikini. Ashely's not fat; she's soft and warm, with just enough cushion to make screwing her that much more appealing. The look of rapture on her face as I kept plunging my strap-on into her hot holes -- damn, that was fantastic."

"Bitch," Ted muttered as he headed off to the kitchen for a beer.

"She's not old either," Mandi shot. "She's young enough to wear you out, that's for sure."

"She's Jefferson's wife," he shouted back. Clearly neither Ashely nor Mandi had told Ted about Jefferson's indiscretion with Mandi.

"That's okay because Darren wouldn't let you have her anyway," Mandi laughed. I really wished she'd give it a rest because Ted had a damaging temper as I could personally attest.

"You too much of a whore for him?" Ted grumbled bitterly.

"Ha," Mandi snickered. "He likes me just fine, plus he needs me to keep Ashely in check. She'd fuck him to death if it was only the two of them."

"You are fucking with my head, you crazy slut," Ted grumbled as he opened his beer.

"Really?" Mandi snickered. "Do you know what he does when I tell him I'm horny?"

"You are always horny, you stupid bitch," he snapped.

"He fucks me," Mandi shot back, putting her hands suggestively on her hips.

"Whether it is with his fingers, tongue, cock, or toys ~ Darren stops what he is doing and makes me cream," she informed her husband. "He services me. I'm not his cum dumpster -- I'm not the cheap whore you treat me like."

"Only you would be proud of being a disposable fuck-toy," he spat.

"Ah, you think Darren is just like you," Mandi divined. "You caught me, fucked me, made me your wife then promptly forgot about me unless you needed a place to shoot your sperm. He's not like that. Do you want to understand how I know that?"

"Not really," he slurped his drink.

"Today he made me cook our lunch," she grinned.

"Did you remember to pull the plastic cover off this time?" Ted mocked her.

"It was French onion soup," Mandi corrected snidely. "Ashely and I made it with actual ingredients, not something out of a can."

"So?" he mumbled.

"And then he did the damn dishes, Ted, and that's how I know he's better than you," Mandi gloated. "Sure, I'm his fuck-toy, but I'm not disposable -- not to him."

"Serves him right," Ted groused. "You are going to cheat on him the way you cheated on me."

"He doesn't care, Ted," Mandi chuckled. "He says it is okay if I fool around as long as I come home to him. And I will because he knows what I'm like, what I like and he'll take care of me."

"He's a dickless wonder, that's what he is," Ted stepped forward and menaced the much smaller Mandi. I silently willed Mandi to keep her mouth shut.

"Believe what you will," Mandi responded playfully. Ted reached for her, only to have Mandi evade him. "No, you don't," she shook her finger at him. "I get so much as a bruise, he'll call the cops and you're going away for twenty years."

"You'll go away too," he muttered. He did stop advancing though.

"Darren will protect Ashely and me," Mandi lied. "He's got friends who will let us cut a deal. You and your brother had best learn to 'not drop the soap'," she fabricated.

"You two are as guilty as Jeff and I," he countered.

"I agree," she laughed, "but he doesn't want to stick it to you in the same way as he wants to stick it to us girls."

"You are still my wife," Ted growled.

"Ted, you are letting him fuck me," Mandi glared. "What makes you think you won't cave in again when he demands that you give me to him permanently?"

"I should have killed him," Ted snarled. "I should have killed both of you. Maybe I still should."

Why wouldn't Mandi shut up?

"I'm pretty sure if you murder someone after you tried and failed to kill them earlier, you go away for Life Without Parole," Mandi noted. "I'm going back to my workout. You do whatever you do as long as it doesn't involve me," and that's just what she did.

Ted retreated to a stuffed chair, watched Mandi stretch and move while stroking his cock through his jeans. It didn't take a brain surgeon to tell he wasn't getting any tonight.

[~]

At Ashely and Jefferson's, things were progressing with a different flavor yet in the same direction. Jefferson was giving Ashely the silent treatment. It wasn't working. She was going about her domestic choirs with a certain grace I hadn't normally associated with her. Apparently Jefferson felt the same way because he finally exploded over dinner.

"Stop smiling, damn it!" he yelled. Ashely jumped slightly in her seat on the opposite end of the dining room table.

"What are you talking about?" Ashely blinked. I doubt she realized her changed in demeanor.

"Stop being so fucking happy," he persisted. "He's -- he's raping you."

"Darren is forcing himself on me because YOU tried to kill him," Ashely glared back.

"Don't think when he gets tired of shagging your sorry ass I'll take you back into my bed. Your food tastes like crap, you're fat, lazy and sex with you is like fucking a corpse," he insulted her. Ashely's mouth dropped open. At first she was truly hurt, then she was furious and finally she was gleefully vindictive.

"You would think so?" Ashely scoffed. "You think Darren lets me lie there like a dead fish? Do you think he makes me watch while he screws Mandi all day long? You would, that's for sure. You think Mandi's one hot -- piece of ass -- while I'm a worn out, old housewife."

"I'm surprised he can get you wet, you old prune," Jefferson spat.

Ashely responded by pulling out her phone and making a call. My phone rang. I quickly muted the TV, counted two more rings then answered.

"Hello, Ashely," I said. Caller ID. On the screen, Ashely hit a button on her phone and laid it out on the table -- most definitely on speaker.

"Darren," Ashely was trying to sound pitiful. "I'm still so sore from what you did to me today. Do I absolutely have to come over tomorrow?" Jefferson's hand with the fork froze half way to his mouth.

"No -- way -- in -- hell am I letting you get away for even one day," I responded with deliberate intensity.

"You know all those things you did to me today drove me wild. God damn it, I could barely get out of bed after you and Mandi left," I continued. "How are your nipples? After Mandi and I finished with them, they were both looking very red, tender and raw."

On the screen, Ashely reached up with her right hand and massaged her left breast through her dress and bra.

"I can't believe you were both so mean to me. I was crying and moaning, but you two wouldn't relent. I thought I was going to die," she moaned more than complained.

"You liar -- wait, is Jefferson around?" I asked.

"No, he's down in his Man-Cave," Ashely lied. Not only had Jefferson not moved, he was starting to turn red.

"Your lips may have been saying 'no', but the way your pussy undulated around my cock as Mandi frigged your ass and I chewed on both those teats told a different story," I teased. "I love looking up into your blazing blue eyes while you bounce on top of me. I'm never going to give that up."

"Never? But I'm fat, lazy and -- well, unresponsive in bed. Why would you want me?" she pleaded to me while she glared hatefully at her husband.

"Who told you that bullshit?" I chuckled.

"Jefferson," she replied.

I laughed long and hard.

"Well don't tell him any different," I demanded. "He might take you and run if he realizes how truly delicious you really are. Hell, I could live my life on the run as long as I was able to still lay down with you every night." Ashely's mouth fell partially open and she blushed.

"Oh Darren, you are only saying that to be cruel to me. You are doing this to punish me," she said softly.

"That was Monday. Now I'm using you to make my life better," I insisted. "Am I going to have to have you come over so I can spank some sense into you?"

"God, no," Ashely stifled her giggle. "My butt is still sore. I bet I still have your and Mandi's handprints on both buttocks."

"We certainly had fun putting them there," I smiled. "Of course, I was surprised Mandi could sit down after the paddling you gave her. Her tight ass was bright red after you finished."

On the screen, Jefferson mouthed something which I thought was a request for confirmation.

"That little slut had it coming," Ashely harrumphed. "I swear that girl has no common sense. I slam that pussy, ram that ass and make her eat me out continuously, but she keeps asking for more. What am I going to do?" Ashely faux-lamented.

"Listen Ashely, if you get to screw Mandi with your strap-on in her cunny and ass then make her lick your pussy until you orgasm, she gets to do the same to you," I stated. "It is only fair and, besides, you couldn't get enough today, or so you kept screaming."

"Darren, you are embarrassing me," Ashely mused. "Did I really scream that loudly?"

"I have the recordings if you want to hear them," I pledged. "Who would have thought you were more a hellcat in the sack than Mandi? Since you've called, I want you to think about what you will be modeling for me tomorrow."

"What would you like?" Ashely actually stuck her tongue out at Jefferson. He dropped his fork.

"What was that?" I asked over the sound of the metal hitting the china.

"I was cleaning up in the kitchen," she fibbed. "Unlike you, Jefferson doesn't help out with the meals. You even got Mandi to help out with a meal and I thought I'd never see that happen in my lifetime."

"She only did that so she could kiss you," I rebounded. Ashely shielded her face with her hand. I figured she was hiding a licentious smile. "She can't seem to keep her hands off you. You had better not tell Jefferson that she thinks you are a far, far better lover. He probably couldn't handle you giving her so many more orgasms, or her chasing you around my place all the time."

Ashely had to stifle her laughter.

"Darren, please make her stop that," Ashely moaned. "She keeps taking my clothes off and licking me all over. It is so -- humiliating."

"Are you going to stop looking so damn sexy?" I challenged her. "Besides, what are you going to model tomorrow?"

"Are you going to make me do those -- things?" she murmured.

"Do you mean things like wearing that bikini, crawling toward me on all fours, squeezing those luscious tits together and thrusting that ass back at me while bent over?" I teased. "As I recall, that act got me hard as a rock, my full-bodied wench. Yeah, I'm going to make you do things like that -- tomorrow, the rest of the week, next week, next month, next year -- until your sensuality buries me -- I swear."

"Oh ... at least you didn't make me touch you while you forced me to do those degrading things," Ashely teased right back.

"Ash," I chuckled. "You don't have to touch me to get me aroused. I did make you fuck me once you had finished your routine though. After what you showed me, Mandi just wouldn't do."

"That was very mean, Darren," she pseudo-scolded me. "My muscles still ache. Even after that first orgasm, you wouldn't stop screwing me -- over and over again. That was cruel of you."

"Speaking of mean and cruel; how is your back door? Are you ready to give it to me again tomorrow?" The revelation seemed to shock Jefferson and embarrass Ashely.

"Yes," Ashely whispered softly after a moment. "If you make me, I'll let you stick your cock up my asshole."

"Repeatedly?" I prodded.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good, because it feels so wonderful to be inside you. Best -- ass -- ever," I praised her.

"Ah ... I can't believe you find me that sensual, Darren," Ashely sounded genuine.

"You had better believe it," my growl was erotically charged. "Don't let Jefferson know. He doesn't get the pleasure of anal sex with you. That treasure is mine and mine alone. Okay, mine and Mandi's alone."

I could make Ashely pleased and Jefferson pissed off at the same time, so it was a win-win for me and her.

"I have to go, Darren," Ashely signed off, equal parts pleasure and regret.

"Okay. I'm sure whatever you wear for me tomorrow will get the job done," I told her.

After we hung up, I cut ended the mute on the TV.

"Did you rehearse that?" Jefferson grumbled.

"You are hopeless," Ashely shook her head. "Why would Darren rehearse anything with me? Jeff -- Jefferson ~ Ted and you tried to kill him and you are letting me take the fall for it."

"You are as guilty as we are," Jefferson spat back. "You gave us the code."

"You told me you were going to vandalize his place, not try and kill him," Ashely countered.

"Oh ~ bullshit," Jefferson mocked her. "You believed what you wanted to believe. The truth was staring you in the face."

"I agree," Ashely confessed. "I imagine that is why I went over Monday -- I knew I was guilty. Now I've seen all the damage you did to his body -- it's horrible. The difference was that Darren didn't surrender. He dug in deep and fought back until he could come at us for the revenge we all so richly deserve."

"He -- ah -- he had it coming," Jefferson sputtered.

"Had it coming? For the back lawn? For Bruce, your friend, trying to burn down his hedge?" Ashely pressed.

"He screwed around with Mandi just to piss Ted and me off," Jefferson seethed.

"Now who is lying to themselves?" Ashely grumbled. "In all the years we've known Darren, when have we ever seen him with a woman -- any woman?"

"How would I know? I never spent more than five minutes yelling at the asshole," Jefferson spat back.

"If you had spent more time with him -- or me -- we wouldn't be where we are," Ashely explained. "It was Jay that slept with Mandi and ..."

"Darren tried to sell me that same load of bullshit," Jefferson interrupted. "I ain't buying it. He had it coming."

"Jefferson, SHUT UP!" Ashely snapped. "It was Jay and I know it was Jay because I sent Mandi to him."

"What? Why in the hell would you do that?" Jefferson wondered.

"Because ... because Jay was interested in me," she said. Clearly Jefferson didn't believe her. "Remember when you dragged me to Jay's party three years ago? Well, we both drank too much. The difference was while you passed out on his couch, I ended up in Jay's Jacuzzi in my bra and panties."

"No," he groaned. I moaned at the visual too. For the sake of Ashely's 'honesty beat-down', I was pleased neither couldn't hear that from next door.

"Yes. It took me a few drinks to get me in the mood, an 'accidental' spill to get me out of my dress, half a bottle of wine to put me in the Jacuzzi giving him a blowjob and the other half to get me riding his lap, screwing me," Ashely informed him.

"B -- b -- b -- sleazy whore bitch," Jefferson gobbled.

"Give it a rest, Jefferson," Ashely sighed. "You banged Mandi and I was feeling neglected, plus I was drunk."

"You slept with Jay," Jefferson reiterated.

"Yes, I did," Ashely rolled her eyes. "The real problem was that he wouldn't leave me alone and I was afraid you would find out, so I sent Mandi his way. That turned out to be a horrid mistake."

"You screwed Jay," he repeated.

"Yes, we can agree on that," Ashely frowned. "The important thing is that now we have to let Darren fuck me all day long for the foreseeable future."

"He's just leading you on," Jefferson mocked her. "It will make dumping you hurt all that much more. No one wants your body, Ashely. You are an idiot for believing all his lies."

For a moment, that bolt sank its poison into Ashely's psyche and self-esteem.

"Remember turning me on in your bikini," I whispered to Ashely. Not that she could hear me yet still, I willed her not buy Jefferson's degrading snipes anymore. Jefferson sensed victory.

"You are pathetic," he continued. "Darren must be taking a truckload of Viagra to get it up for your pale, pudgy body."

I found it hard to believe I had a better understanding of Ashely's moods than her husband of nearly twenty years. She went from uncertain and sadness to suddenly inspired.

"That's right," Ashely muttered while looking down at her plate. "I could never give him an erection with my body alone. I've lost my appetite. I'll clean the table."

"Fine," Jefferson stood up. "Get me a beer. I'll be downstairs."

"Of course," Ashely grimaced. She retrieved Jefferson his beer, then numbly cleared the table and began cleaning up the kitchen when she abruptly stopped and looked out the window. She wiped her hands and made a phone call.

"Darren," she said when I answered.

"Yes?" I responded. I didn't want to give away that I had been listening in.

"What do you like about me?" she whispered.

"Well damn ...," I muttered. "Your eyes when you look at me when you don't think I'm looking back, the way your lick your lips when you get close to climaxing, the way your ass shakes as I plough you from behind, the way your thighs tighten up when you bounce in top of me -- do you want me to go on?"

"Darren, are you punishing me?" she begged.

"Right now I'm punishing myself by thinking about you," I grumbled. "Do you think you can slip over here for a bit?"

"What would you do to me?" Ashely perked up.

"I want to strip you down, put you on my bed and give you a slow, gentle screw -- really draw it out and make you sweat," I told her. Ashely took several deep, very audible breaths.

"You are simply going to keep using me and using me, aren't you?" she groaned.

"Absolutely. Are you going to come over and satisfy my needs?" I growled.

"If I come over can I call Mandi and tell her not to come over?" she tested me.

"Nope. You already agreed to that one, Ashely," I pointed out. "You agreed to sex her up and she's expecting it. I know if she doesn't get her hot little hands on you, she's going to be in a real foul mood tomorrow."

"What about my mood?" she countered.

"Who do you think gets tag-teamed first? We'll bring a smile to your face, or kill you trying," I promised. Ashely turned away from the sink and looked up at one of the two cameras in the kitchen.

"Are you looking at me right now?" she teased me. Clearly her emotions were becoming more positive.

"Yes -- you are worth protecting," I stated, "so I keep an eye out for you. Come on over, or I'll have to think of something truly hideous to make you do tomorrow."

"Like what?" Ashely showed even more interest.

"Like getting a tattoo -- something like the one Mandi has on the small of her back," I threatened.

"No," Ashely groaned. "I'll be over around 9:30 tonight." She hung up, ending the conversation.

[~]

Promptly at 9:30, Ashely was at the door. I ushered her in. Though dressed as she had been when she first came over this morning, she still was looking both nervous and expectant.

"Can I get you a drink?" I offered.

"Yes -- no," she hesitated. "No, I don't think I'll need one," she gave me a weak smile. "Where do you want to do it?"

"Do it?" I responded curiously. "If that's how you feel, go home."

"What?" she gasped. "But ..."

"I want to make love to you, Ashely," I explained. "I don't want to 'do it' with you. I want to gaze upon your body, taste you, feel you writhe against me and hear you moan when I'm treating you right."

"If you can't do that for me, you can go home," I reiterated.

"But you invited me over here -- you demanded I come," she protested.

"I want my full-bodied slut, hot and confident in the fact she turns me on and takes over my life whenever we are together," I demanded. "I don't want whoever you are pretending to be right now. I want the woman who gave me all I could handle and more this afternoon."

"Ummm," she murmured. "Okay." She obviously need a little prodding.

"If you can't be that woman, I'm going to send you home and punish you tomorrow," I suggested. That was all the excuse Ashely need. She leapt at the opportunity.

"Since I don't have a choice," she agreed. Her jacket came off in a whir.

"Come here and kiss me, Ashely," I commanded. She didn't -- quite -- rush to me. She did press her body tightly against mine and rested her hands on my hips without prodding. A few flirty kisses became full-mouth contact that had us both breathing heavily after several minutes. I had let my hands migrate up and down her back while avoiding her ass up for a while. We both wanted a more romantic approach tonight.

"Are we going to make love -- have sex," she nervously corrected, "or are you simply going to play with me all night long?"

"I really want to sex you up -- make love to you," I teased, "but you are making playing with you so much fun."

"Oh," she sighed then rested her head on my shoulder. "I apologize for being so distracting," she murmured into my shoulder. I could tell she wasn't sorry one bit. I began kissing down her neck to her shoulder. When I ran into her collar, I tugged her shirt out and began unbuttoning it from the bottom up. Ashely scooted her hips back so she could keep her head on my shoulder while giving me access to the higher buttons.

I purposefully moved around her bountiful bosom as I worked the shirt aside and slipped it passed her shoulders. She moved her arms back to her side so that the blouse fell to the ground. Ashely moved back into me as I kissed my way to the top of her left arm then back up to her lips. She was really starting to pant.

"Darren," she pleaded, "if you want to go to the bedroom now ..."

"Want to? Slut, I need to because I'm about to explode," I growled. Ashely took my hand and led my there in a hurry. I stopped her half way. She was confused until I pushed my body into her rear and reached around to cup each bra-covered breasts.

"Ah," she moaned. "Really?" she complained playfully about the interruption of our progress.

"Just thinking about you in that bikini and then seeing your body swaying down the hallway -- drives me nuts," I rumbled. Ashely responded by rotating her ass against my hard-on while taking my hands in her own and helping them massage her breasts.

"You are so mean to me," she sighed.

"That's right; you came over here to get fucked, didn't you?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yes," she moaned. She tensed up then shivered. "Oh God, please don't think I'm a whore, Darren."

"I don't think you are a whore, slut, or fuck-toy," I assured her. "That's just dirty sex talk; getting you all riled up and in the mood."

"You are my steamy, sensual mistress and, if you must, victim," I added. "Hell, I find you sexy in an apron."

"That's not a fair assessment. I was wearing a bathing suit under that apron," she sighed happily.

"Well, if you hadn't anything on, we would have never eaten lunch," I pointed out.

"Bedroom," she purred. I followed her to the boudoir, but stopped her from undressing.

"I want to take your clothes off," I told her.

I wanted for us to take our time, totally devoted to one another. Mandi could be fun, but she was intrusive if she wasn't getting attention. Ashely would get pouty when she felt neglected. I wasn't going to neglect her tonight. No, this evening we were going to have plenty of time.