Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2009 18:30:43 EST
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: Hannah and Sara - A walk in the Park (F/f, b/d)  by JYM

Hannah  and Sara - F/f, b/d  by JYM

A  Walk in the Park

My name is Hannah Jensen and I'm a happily married  woman.  Very happily
married.  I'm thirty-one years old, have a 13  month old daughter named Sarah,
and a wonderful husband, Jim, who's a CPA. We've  been married for six
years and it's been wonderful.  Jim is the classic `tall, dark and  handsome'
man that every girl dreams about.
Don't get me wrong, we've had our problems, but for the  most part it's
been wonderful
The only rough stretch came during the first six months  after Sarah's
birth.  I couldn't  seem to rekindle any interest in sex and Jim suffered
through it without a  murmur.  I worked hard and got back  into shape and did my
best, but sex just didn't appeal to me.  It wasn't that I was scared of
getting  pregnant again (Sarah's birth was very difficult), but..... I was just
reluctant.
Sarah was just six months old when we went for a walk in  the park. We live
in a nice suburb that borders a big park with a world famous  rose garden
that's over 100 years old.  I love to put Sarah in her carriage when the
weather is good and walk  through the park with her. I know she'll love the
flowers when she's older.  This particular day was a very hot day  in July, a
week or so after the 4th.  The sun was shining, the sky was  cloudless, and it
was very humid.
When we left the house I was wearing a rather baggy,  loose fitting
sleeveless cotton top, a short denim skirt, and sandals.  I was back in shape and
proud of  it.  I'm not beautiful, but I am  fairly attractive.  I'm 5'8"
tall,  usually weigh around 125 pounds, and I have a nice figure (34c-25-35).
My legs are my best feature - they're  long and sleek and nicely curved and
my thighs are smooth and firm.  I'm proud of them and like to show them
off.  As for the rest, I have brown  hair, worn very short now, brown eyes,
and a smooth olive-tan  complexion.
We crossed the street into the park and went up the path  to the rose
garden.  Sarah was  content to suck on her pacifier and wave her little hands
around.  I walked slowly to give me time to  admire the flowers and to avoid
getting sweaty.  It was hot and I knew I couldn't keep  Sarah out too long -
but there were shady spots where I could park the carriage  and take a break
out of the sun.
After a few minutes I turned away from the rose garden  and crossed the
grass to the new rock garden that had been put in over the past  two seasons.
It was shady there and  much cooler.  I was crouching to  examine a plant I'
d never seen before when I heard the click and whir of a  motorized camera.
I glanced up and  saw a very attractive young woman taking pictures a few
feet down the path.  She glanced over and smiled and I smiled  back.
She had a Nikon camera, with a macro zoom lens, set on a  sturdy
professional tripod.  My  husband and I dabble in photography (he'd hate it if he knew
I said dabble -  he's serious about it) so I knew that I was looking at a
professional  setup.  The woman looked to be no  more than 18 or 19 but I
knew she had to be older.  She was a redhead and I was surprised at  how tanned
she was.  Her thick red  hair was pulled back into a French braid that hung
almost to her waist.  She was wearing denim shorts, a tank  top, and was
barefoot.  Her arms and  legs were smoothly muscled and I guessed she worked
out  regularly.
She took a couple of more shots and then straightened up  and walked over
and bent over the carriage.  She smiled at Sarah and glanced up to  ask me
how old she was.  I saw that  her eyes were a deep green, a shade I'd never
seen before.  "Six months, her name is Sarah."  My voice sounded strange to
me and I  wondered if I was catching a summer cold.
The redhead grinned and said, "My name is Sara - without  an `h'. Your
Sarah is very pretty."
"So are you!"  As soon as the words were out of my mouth I found myself
wondering why  I'd said that.  It was true of  course, but still....
She blushed and said, "Thank you, you're very kind."
Desperate to change the subject, I asked about the  pictures she was
taking.  She told  me that she was a professional photographer and was working on
a book about  public gardens in the United  States.  We chatted for a while
and I found myself fascinated by her descriptions  of the gardens she'd
visited and photographed and the characters she'd met while  doing so.
She had a wedding ring on and I asked how her husband  dealt with all her
traveling.  She  blushed again and admitted that she wasn't married, she just
wore the ring as a  way to discourage unwanted attention.  We talked for a
few more minutes and then she asked me if I'd mind posing  for her.  I
hesitated and then let  her talk me into it.  I wanted to  pose, but didn't want
to seem too eager.
She moved her tripod and replaced the macro zoom with a  105mm telephoto.
I posed in front  of the rock garden, moving and changing position as she
directed.  I found that I enjoyed posing very  much.  She kept up a steady
stream  of encouragement, directions, flattery, and just plain  chatter.
She stopped at one point to change film and I changed  Sarah's diaper while
she was busy.  Then she posed me crouching in front of an ornamental grass
plant, a big  purple specimen that I wished I had in my garden.  I was
facing the camera at a 45 degree  angle and she directed me to pull my skirt back
a little to show more of my  `long beautiful legs' as she put it.  I
tugged it up a little and then a little more.  She moved a little and asked me to
open  my knees slightly - I knew she was going to get a revealing shot of
my inner  thighs, but I didn't mind.
She finished the roll very quickly and I learned a little  about what it
was like to model for a professional photographer - it was mostly  a matter of
taking directions, something I've always done well. She had me take  my
sandals off for the third or fourth shot, then kneel with my skirt up high to
show my thighs.  A later pose had me  roll my top up from the waist to show
my bare midriff.  I quite enjoyed posing and was  disappointed when the
second roll of film was  finished.
Sara told me she'd develop and print the pictures  overnight and would have
them ready the next day.  She offered to meet me in the park and  give me a
set of prints.  I  hesitated for a moment and then suggested that she bring
them to the house in  the morning.  "My mother is taking  Sarah for the day
so I can work in the yard.  You're welcome to come over for  breakfast and I
'll show you my garden."  I held my breath while I waited for her to
answer.  I didn't know why, but it was suddenly  very important that she accept
my invitation.
It was her turn to hesitate.  Then she smiled and said, "I was  planning to
check out of my motel and leave in the morning after dropping off  the
prints, but I guess I could stay over and spend the day visiting.  Maybe I can
get some pictures of your  garden for my book.  She gave me the  address of
the motel and the phone number so I could call if anything came  up.  Then we
walked to the parking  lot and she packed her stuff in her van and followed
me home, irking a few  drivers who didn't like her slow pace.
She pulled into the driveway and we chatted for a few  minutes.  She wrote
down the address  and I gave her the number of my cell phone.  Then it was
time for me to take Sarah in  for lunch and time for Sara to go.  She held
her hand out and we shook.  Then, holding my hand tightly, she pulled me
forward until I was pressed  against the door of the van.  We  stared at each
other for a moment and then she kissed me on the mouth.  It was strange kissing
another woman -  strange and different, softer, more intimate, more erotic
than kissing a  man.  I was stunned.  I leaned againt the door and let her
tongue probe deep into my mouth.
The kiss ended, finally, and I stepped back, dazed.  I stared at her for a
moment and she  smiled and whispered, "Bye.  Call me  if you change your
mind about tomorrow."  Then she put the van in gear and backed out of the
driveway.  I stood there and watched her drive down  the street and turn the
corner.  Then I took Sarah inside and fixed lunch for both of us.  The rest of
the day passed in a kind of  a blur.  I couldn't forget the  kiss.  Nor could
I forget how much I  had enjoyed modelling for Sara.  And  I couldn't
forget her strange green eyes.
That night seemed to last forever.  My husband got home late and was
preoccupied with some problems one of his clients was having.  I went to bed at
10 p.m. and had trouble  falling asleep.  Then I woke up at  2:00 a.m. and
had trouble getting back to sleep.  I went downstairs and walked in the  yard,
wearing only the man's undershirt that I use for a nightshirt.  It's an XL
and fits me like a short  dress - to mid-thigh.  The armholes  are huge and
revealing and it's been washed so many times that it fits me like a  glove
and the material is very thin.  It's my favorite thing to wear to bed, but
that night it felt stifling  even though the temperature at 2:00 a.m. was
only 70 degrees.  I turned the hose on and let a stream of  cold water wash
over me.  My nipples  hardened and then I was shivering.  I went inside and
dried off and went back to bed  nude.
I was up at 6:00 and took Sarah over to my mother's house  at 7:00. I was
home and showered by 8:00.  Then I tried to decide what to wear. I finally
decided on plain  work-in-the-garden casual - an old pair of faded denim
cutoffs, a sleeveless  denim shirt - old, faded, and soft, plain cotton underwear
(Hanes), white cotton  socks and workboots.  I took a long  look in the
mirror and decided that the cutoffs weren't short enough.  I took them off and
cut another 2" off  each leg and then made a little slit in each side next
to the seam.  Much better, much  sexier.
Sara arrived at 9:00, wearing linen shorts and a  sleeveless top cropped
just below her bust.  She looked very sexy.  I poured her a cup of coffee
while she  spread the prints out on the dining room table.  I was stunned when I
saw them.  They were black and white, developed and  printed in a portable
darkroom in the bathroom of her motel room, but they were  great!  I
looked.... professional,  sexy, beautiful, mysterious.  I  looked at each one
several times.  It wasn't vanity - I was just stunned at how good she made me
look.
I asked her how she'd done it and she grinned, "Magic,  it's magic! But
seriously, there are just some people that the camera loves -  photogenic some
call it, but I call it love, and you happen to be one of  them.  People
like you always look  great in pictures.  You should see  some of the top
models in person - you wouldn't give them a second glance.  But the camera loves
them and they look  great on film.  If you were a few  years younger....."
Her voice trailed off and I shrugged.  "That's okay.  I'm 31 and I'm
happy with my  life."
Sara nodded.  "I can see that.  You ooze  contentment, but I sense a slight
discord.  And yesterday you did seem to respond...."
I shook my head.  "Not now, please.  Let's go  look at my gardens." I
turned and started toward the kitchen and the back  door.  Sara grabbed her
cameras and  followed.  I stepped out onto the  deck and held the door for her,
enjoying her gasp of surprise as she got her  first glimpse of our backyard.
 Most  people react like that.
Our house is set on a lot that measures 400' wide by 800'  deep.
Originally part of a 15 acre  parcel owned by the city, and intended to be part of
the park, it had been cut  off from the park when the adjoining town, in
which the land lay, insisted on  putting a road through.  The road I  live on.
So the 15 acres was never  developed and the land our house was on was sold
to a prominent politican who  built the house in the early 1930s.  We bought
it three years ago.  The rest of the parcel is used by the park for various
purposes.  There is a small greenhouse, a  maintainence shed, and quite a
number of experimental plots.  A lot of it is quite overgrown.  Our land is
completely surrounded by an  8' stockade fence that the city put in and
maintains.  So our yard is very  private.
And very beautiful.  We have a two-level deck on the back of the house with
exits onto the  upper level from the back bedrooms.  Stairs lead down to
the lowerlevel which has an exits onto it from the  kitchen and diningroom.
Then  another set of stairs lead down to the ground level where there is a
bluestone  patio surrounding an inground pool and spa.  To the left is a
three-car garage with a  small apartment on the second floor.  The pool is
surrounded by a 4' wrought iron fence.  Beyond the pool is a big stretch of  lawn.
The land slopes upward starting about 120' behind the  house.  This is
where I've put my  gardens.  Over the past two years  I've created a series of
terraces for my rock garden.  In the far back corner, on the right,  there
is a huge boulder that was left when the house was built.  It's about 9' in
diameter and must  weight 7 or 8 tons.  It's just  inside the fence and is
the focal point of my garden.  I've got 4 levels of terraces that I've  dug
by hand.  I've had some smaller  boulders brought in - 2'-4' in diameter
and weighing 500-1,000 pounds.  I've got them scattered around the  various
levels and now I'm filling in with smaller rocks and crushed stone.  I've
started planting on the upper two  levels and I'm currently working on putting
in a form for a water garden on the  lowest level.  I've had water and
electricity run out there and I'm working on the  hole.
Sara glanced at me with a delighted smile on her face and  then skipped
down the stairs and ran across the lawn to the garden.  I followed at a slower
pace, enjoying  her enthusiasm.  She headed back to  the garden and began
snapping pictures.  As I approached, she turned and snapped a few of me.  "Oh,
Hannah!" She exclaimed, "I love  it!  I want to document the rest of  your
work!"
I smiled and told her that she was welcome anytime.  I watched her as she
shot a full roll of  film. "Just preliminary shots, I want to have them so I
can plan.  Can I shoot you as you  work?"
"Of course, I'd love it.  My mom takes Sarah two days a week and  Jim is
here on weekends to watch her."
She turned and looked back at the house and noticed the  balcony on the
back of the garage - and the skylights.  "What's up there?"
I explained how the original owner's wife (the politican)  had artisitic
ambtions and he'd build an apartment onto the second level of the  garage for
her to use as a studio.  "We had plans to renovate when we first bought the
house.  We thought we'd rent it out and the  income would be a nice cushion."

Sara  nodded.  "What  happened?"
"Well, we were caught in a kind of Catch-22  situation.  We needed the
income but  didn't have the money for the renovations.  Then my grandmother died
and left me some money.  Quite a lot of money actually, and we  didn't need
the income anymore so we never renovated the  apartment."
Sara grinned.  "Can I look at it?"
"Of course.  But I have to warn you.  It's  pretty grim."
She grabbed my hand and tugged.  "Come on, please!  I want to see  it."
I let her lead me back up the yard to the house.  She went out to her van
to get her  equipment bag and I went inside to get the keys to the apartment.
 When I came back out she was just  setting her bag down on the deck.  She
was very excited as we climbed the stairs to the door.  I expected her to be
disappointed when I  finally got the door opened and ushered her inside,
but she was delighted.  The place was a real mess, but she saw  the
possibilities - like I'd seen them for a garden in what had been an  overgrown yard.
The garage apartment is basically two big rooms.  A combination
kitchen/living room and a  bedroom/studio.  There is a bathroom  and a small room for
storage.  The  total area is about 25' x 35' as the garage is really a 3 car
garage with a  storage area.  Sara walked around  and nodded occasionally,
whispering to herself.  Once she lifted her hand to point at  something on
the ceiling, a water spot, and her top lifted, baring her small,  pert
breasts. It was ..enchanting.
She  caught me looking and grinned.  "Do  you like them?"
I felt myself blushing and stammered, "YYYYes, they're  pretty." What a
stupid comment I thought to myself immediately afterward.  Then I stamped my
foot in mock anger and  said, "Don't do that - don't make me blush like
that.  I hate it."
She  grinned and said, "Then you don't want me to take my top  off?"
I blushed again and turned  away.
She laughed.  "I heard you.  What was that  you muttered under your breath."

I glanced over my should, my face still flaming. "Bitch.  That's what I
said." And I said, "Yes."
She smiled, a sweet gentle smile that lit up her face  like a thousand watt
bulb.  "Really?"
I nodded.  "Yes, really."  And wondered  what the hell I was doing.
She slipped her top off and tucked it into the waistband  of her shorts.  I
tried not to stare  at her but her bare breasts were so pretty.  They're
small, maybe a b-cup, perfectly  conical in shape, and tipped with hard little
pink nipples.  Which instantly came  erect.
She looked at me looking at her and grinned again.  "Now you."
I nodded and slowly unbuttoned my shirt.  I slipped it off and looked for a
place  to put it, but there wasn't a spot that was free of dust.  I turned
and opened the door and draped  my shirt over the railing.  Then I  turned
back and looked straight at Sara as I reached back to unhook my bra.  When I
eased it off my breasts bounced  gently and Sara took a deep breath.  "God,"
 she whispered, "You have beautiful tits.  I wish mine were bigger."  I
tossed my bra on top of my shirt and  stepped back into the room.  It felt
deliciously wicked to be topless in the presence of another woman, an almost
total stranger.
We walked around the apartment and Sara pointed out  things that could be
done.  Then she  said she wanted to talk seriously about leasing the place.
We went back to the house and I poured  coffee for us and we went out onto
the deck.  Sara made her pitch.  She said she'd do the renovations  herself,
except for the plumbing, if I'd pay for the material and then lease her  the
place for a year with an option for a second year at an increase of no more
 than 10%.  I was hesitant, but she  convinced me that she could do the
work.  She grew up with five older brothers, the only daughter, and her father
was a carpenter.  One of her  brothers is an electrican.  She told  me she
could do the carpentry and the electrical work - we'd just need to have  it
inspected.  And we'd have to find  a plumber.  Preferably a woman  plumber.
We talked money and she agreed to do a detailed estimate  of material
costs.  We argued about  the amount of the lease and came to an agreement.  She
dragged her equipment bag over to  the table and pulled out a pad and pencil.
 Something else fell out, something that looked like a rubber ball, but
had black nylon straps attached to it. She picked it up quickly and went to
stuff it back into the bag.  I asked  her what it was.  This time it was  her
turn to blush and I giggled as a wave of red moved down over her chest.
She said something too low for me to  catch and I asked her to repeat it.
"Bitch.  I  said bitch."  Then she grinned.  "It's a ball gag."  I must
have look puzzled because she  shook her head and continued, "It's a gag.  I'
m into mild b&d.  Does  that shock you?"
"A little," I admitted.  "But I'm also  curious."
She pulled the ball gag out of the bag again and set it  on the table.
Then she pulled out  some additional items, naming each as she set it  down.
"Wrist cuffs."  Leather straps like little belts with rings and a place
for a small  padlock.
"Ankle cuffs."  Pretty much the same except slight larger.
"Nipple Clips."  Small metal clips with padded jaws and strong springs.  I
shivered when I saw  them.
"Chains."  A  set of short chains with very fine links and spring clips on
each  end.
"Dildo."  A  realistic penis made of rubber - about 8" long and  thick.
"Butt Plug."  A black plastic device that had a flared  base.
"Another Dildo."  This one attached to a pair of black nylon  panties.
"Vibrator."  A big one with a black switch on the base.
"Penis Gag."  Another realistic penis about 5" long and thick, with
straps.
"Anal Vibrator."  Thinner and not as long as the other one.
"More clips."  Small metal clips some with padded jaws and some with
sawtooth  jaws.
When she was done she sat back and looked at me.  "Well, are you too
shocked?  Should I pack up and  leave?"
I glanced from her to her collection and then back  again.  "No." My voice
was a  whisper.  "Please don't  leave."
She stared at me in silence for a moment and then  nodded.  She picked up
the wrist  cuffs and asked if I wanted to try them on.  I hesitated and then
nodded.  "Yes, I would."  My voice still a  whisper.
She got up and came around the table.  I held out my hands while she
attached  the cuffs.  The she had me stand up  and bring my wrists around behind
my back.  When I did, she used a spring clip to fasten the cuffs together.  I
was helpless.  And shocked at how excited I  was.
Sara watched me try to free myself and smiled when I gave  up.
"Scared?"
I admitted that I was.  She asked if I wanted her to take them  off. I
hesitated and then whispered, "Not if you don't want to."
She grinned.  Then she picked up a pair of nipple clamps and ran her
fingers over my  nipples until they were erect and hard.  I closed my eyes and
moaned as she fastened the clamps to my  nipples.  The pain was intense, but
bearable.  And made me very  wet.
She watched me for a minute and then informed me that she  was going to
strip me.  I shook my  head.  "No, please don't."
"Do you want me to gag you?"  She waited for me to  answer.
"No."
"Then be a good girl."  She unsnapped my shorts and eased them  down over
my hips.  Then she knelt  to work them off over my workboots.  She folded
them neatly and placed them over the back of my chair.  Still kneeling, she
reached up and  pulled my panties down.  I lifted  each foot in turn and she
worked them off over my boots.  Then she glanced up and asked if I  wanted my
workboots on or off.  I  thought about it for a moment.  "Off.  I want to
be entirely  nude."
She untied my boots and took them off.  But she insisted on leaving my
socks  on.  "Looks sexier," she  explained.  Then she reached up and  ran the
back of her hand over my thick pubic bush.  "This will have to go."  I
nodded.
She stood up and looked me over carefully, motioning me  to turn.
"Slowly, I want to study your body."  I turned slowly, my eyes  closed.
I had never been so excited.  The pain in my nipples was  delicious.
After a minute or two, she told me I could stop.  "You have an incredibly
beautiful  body.  I want to photograph you  extensively.  I want you to work
nude in the garden.  Will  you?"
I opened my eyes and found I was facing away from her. I  turned and told
her that I'd think about it. She stepped close and removed the  nipple clips.
I sighed as the pain vanished. Then she unsnapped the spring clip  and
freed my wrists. I stood there, hands at my sides, and  waited.
She sat down and looked up at me.  "Decision time."  She reached up
suddenly and slipped a  hand between my legs.  Her fingers  came away wet.  She
licked them  delicately, like a cat licks its paw.  "You're very wet and very
tasty."  She looked up at me and smiled.  "Where do we go from here?"
I shook my head.  "I don't know," I answered truthfully.  "I just don't
know."
"Do you want me to leave?"  She waited patiently while I thought it  over.
"No, I don't."
"You  were, are, obviously turned on.  Why?"
"You.  You  turn me on.  And so do these  things."  I gestured at the
bondage  toys spread across the table.  "And  so does the pain," I whispered.  "
The delicious pain."
She kicked her sandals off and stretched her bare feet  out in front of
her.  "You have to  make a decision.  Right now.  We can go ahead or we can
stop and  remain just friends.  If you want to  go ahead then your place is on
your knees for I mean to have you as my  slave.  My nude personal slave.  I
want you on your belly, licking my  feet and acknowledging your slavery."
I took a deep breath and looked out across the yard.  Then I looked back at
Sara.  Small, slim, beautiful Sara with her  pretty legs and pert little
tits.  And her wide, smiling mouth.  I dropped to my knees and then down onto
my belly.  I kissed each of her small, pretty feet  and then licked them in
submission.  She sighed with pleasure.  Then she leaned over and fastened
the cuffs together behind my back.  I was a slave.

A  Walk In The Park - II

Sara let me lick her feet for several minutes.  Then she said, "Enough."
Her tone was commanding and I stopped  instantly.  She snapped her fingers
and ordered me up onto my knees.  I  rolled onto my back and sat up.  The  I
eased myself up onto my knees.  She told me the proper position was with my
ankles crossed and my knees  spread as far apart as I could.  I  adjusted
my position instantly.
Then Sara stared down at me in silence for a long  minute.  "Hannah, are
you sure about  this?  I don't want you to do it if  you aren't. And I don't
want it to interfere with our other arrangements."  She gestured at the
garage to make sure  I knew which arrangements she was referring to.
I thought about it for a moment, my eyes fixed on her  small feet. Feet I
had just spent five minutes licking.  Then I glanced up at her and said, "
Yes,  I'm sure.  I want this.  Need it."
She  nodded slowly.  "Why?  Explain it to  me?"
"Okay, I'll try.  Since Sarah was born I have been terrified of having sex
with Jim.  He's fucked me exactly three times in 13  months. The last time
was almost  four months ago.  He hasn't  come near me since.  I thought I'd
 never feel anything again.  Then  when you kissed me yesterday.... well, I
felt something.  The old familiar tingle between my  legs.  And then today,
when I caught  a glimpse of your bare tits I felt it again.  But when that
ballgag rolled out of your  bag.... Wow.  I really felt it.  It scares me.
I may be making a major mistake.  But I want you here.  I want you do use me
as you wish.  Photograph me.  Turn me into your sex slave.  Anything you
want.  And then maybe I can fuck Jim  again.  The way he wants.  The way I
want."
Sara grinned.  Her whole face came alive.  "Shall we sign two leases?"
And she laughed, reaching down to cup my tits and squeeze  them gently.  I
turned my face up  for a kiss.  "You don't need a lease  on me," I
murmurred.  "You own  me.  For as long as you  want."
And so on that hot humid July morning I became Sara  Louise Hunter's
personal sex slave.  And landlady.
She took me down onto the lawn and put me on my  knees.  Then she gagged me
and put  clips on my nipples and labia.  And  she photographed me while I
knelt there and whimpered from the pain in my tits  and between my legs.
After a while  she removed the gag and continued to photograph me while I
whimpered and begged  for mercy.  The more it hurt, the  more I begged, the more
excited I became.
She went to change film and came back with a riding  crop.  I stared at her
and  whispered, "Yes, oh please.  Whip  me.  Hurt  me."
She took my shoulders and eased me forward until my head  and chest were on
the ground and my ass was elevated nicely for the whip.  And she leaned
over and whipped me on  the ass.  Fifteen hard strokes while  I sobbed and
begged for mercy.  Mercy that I didn't really want and didn't  get.
After fifteen hard strokes my ass was burning.  She lifted me back to my
knees and  kissed the tears streaming down my face.  She went back to the deck
and returned wearing the panties with the  attached dildo.  She put me back
 down in the same position and knelt behind me. I was very wet and the
dildo slid  in easily.  I took a deep breath and  moaned with pleasure as she
fucked me hard.  A few dozen strokes and I had a  fantastic orgasm!  She
continued to  fuck me and I had another.  And  another.  Then she withdrew and I
whimpered with disappointment. A few seconds later I felt her spread my
buttocks  and press the head of the dildo against my anus.
I turned my head and tried to look back up at her.  She pushed a little and
I moaned.  "Do you want it?  Have you ever been ass-fucked?"
"No, I've never been fucked there."  I hesitated.  Then I pushed back
against the dildo and  she chuckled.  And thrust her hips  forward in one
strong, smooth stroke that drove the dildo into my virgin ass. I  took a deep
breath and screamed with pleasure.  "Oh!  God!  Yes! Fuck my ass hard.  Please."

Sara grasped my hips and fucked me hard and deep.  I moaned as she drove
the dildo in and  out of my tight asshole.  Then she  reached around and
grabbed my tits.  She found the clips and squeezed them hard.  Pain shot through
my nipples.  I bucked under her and screamed, this  time in agony.  "Oh
shit!  Yes!  Hurt me!  Hurt me!  Hurt me!" She she found my clit and  rubbed it
with knowing fingers.  I  climaxed again, bucking under her and screaming
with  pleasure/pain.
After I calmed down, she removed everything and helped me  to my feet.  We
walked up to the  pool and jumped in.  We swam for an  hour, enjoying the
feel of the cool water on our nude bodies.  During the swim we stopped
frequently to  kiss and fondle each other.  She  brought me off with her tongue and
taught me how to do her with mine.  I loved the taste of her pussy and
couldn't get enough.  And I licked  her tightly puckered little anus and loved
it!
By then it was almost 11:30 and I heard my cell phone  ring. It was laying
on the table by the pool and I hopped out to answer. It was  Jim. He wanted
to tell me that a problem had come up and he was flying to  Chicago, in fact
 was calling from the airport.  Said  he'd try to get a flight back late,
but expected he'd probably have to stay  over.  I told him I'd miss him and
had some news for him. He told me he'd miss me too. "I love you," he
whispered  and then he had to go.
I turned back to the pool and Sara was sitting on the far  side with a
concerned look on her face.  I put the phone down and dove in, swimming
underwater to the far  side.  I came up in front of her and  held the wall on either
side of her.  I kissed her pretty knees and told her that Jim would be out
of  town.  She smiled and asked if I was  happy about it or sad.  "A
combination, I think.  Happy that we  can have more time, sad that he won't be
home tonight so I can show him what  you've done for me.  Turned me back  on.
Literally.  Thank you."
She grinned and ruffled my hair.  "No problem.  Any time."  She pushed me
back gently with one foot  and slipped into the water.  We  hugged, rubbing
our bodies together and I rested my chin on her shoulder.  "Would you be
upset if I said I love  you?"
She  shook her head.  "No, I  wouldn't.  Do  you?"
I leaned back and stared into her eyes.  "Yes, Sara Louise, I love  you."
She kissed the tip of my nose.  "Good, because I love you, too. Now how
about some lunch?  I'm  starving!"
I laughed and climbed out of the water, reaching back to  help her. She
grabbed my hand and I lifted her out of the pool in one smooth  motion.  She's
only 5'3" and maybe  110 pounds and it was no strain to lift her.  She was
surprised and impressed.  I pointed at the garden. "I've been  digging and
lifting and hauling for two years.  I've developed some  muscles."
We squeezed the water out of our hair and climbed the  steps to the lower
deck.  I went in  through the basement door and grabbed two towels from the
pile I keep on a table  just inside the door.  I threw one  to Sara and we
climbed up to the upper deck and dried off.  I loved looking at her body and
told her  so.  She grinned and put her  underpants down.  "Okay, we'll stay
nude if you prefer."
We went inside and rummaged through the refrigerator,  finally settling on
Tuna sandwiches with a salad.  And lemonade.  Sara made the salad while I
mixed the  Tuna with lemon juice, chopped green pepper, chopped onions, and a
pinch of  Basil.  I made big sandwiches on  Beefsteak Rye and Sara protested
that she'd never finish hers.  But she devoured every crumb and looked
hopefully at the last quarter of my sandwich.  I groaned in mock dismay and
pushed my  plate across the table.  She grinned  happily and dug in.
As she was finishing up, I casually mentioned that my  mother had been
bugging me to leave Sarah overnight sometime.  Sara glanced up.  "Really?  Do
you want to....."  Her voice trailed off.  I nodded.  I ran down and got the
cell phone and  called mom.  She was delighted when  I asked if she could
keep Sarah overnight.  I told her that Jim was out of town and I had a
girlfriend over and  wanted to spend some time with her.  Mom told me to enjoy
myself and got off the phone as soon as she could,  before I changed my mind.
When I put the phone down Sara snapped her fingers and I  dropped to my
knees in front of her.  I kissed her right knee and waited to see what would
happen next.  She leaned back and told me I could sit  back on my heels.  I
did so and then  she lifted her feet and placed them on my thighs, just above
my knees.  I took her left foot in both hands and  lifted it so that I could
massage it.  She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure as I worked on
her  foot.  When I finished the left one,  I did the right one.
When I was done she opened her eyes and smiled  lazily.  "How can I whip
you after  that?  Maybe we should wax your  pussy instead.  Ok?"
I nodded.  "But why are you asking me?  I'm your slave."
"Good point."  She leaned forward and slapped me lightly.  "Get you ass
going and get dressed.  We'll go buy a waxing kit.  Wear a short skirt, a
little top, and  sandals.  Nothing else.  Now go."
I nodded and jumped to my feet.  I ran upstairs and dried my hair with  the
blowdryer.  Sara followed  lesiurely and used it when I was done.  Then I
pulled out some things and showed them to her.  She chose the denim skirt I'd
worn the  day before and a little blue cotton top.  I slipped them on and
she nodded in approval.  We did our makeup and then she went  downstairs and
picked her clothes up from the deck. I watched her dress with  mixed
feelings.  God, I loved seeing  her nude.
On the way to a drugstore in her van she brought up the  subject of the
lease on the garage.  "Will you have to get Jim's agreement?"
She was stroking my left thigh, my skirt pushed high, and  I was finding it
hard to concentrate.  "No, the house is in my name."  I glanced at her and
grinned slyly.  "He did it for business reasons. So nobody could come after
it if they  sued the partners and won. Besides, most of the money we have
in the house came  from my inheritance."
We pulled into the parking lot at the drugstore and I  looked around
quickly to see if there were any familiar cars.  She noticed and said, "Don't
worry, I'll  behave.  The last thing I want to do  is embarass you or endanger
your marriage."
I  sighed with relief and whispered, "Thank you.  I love you so  much!"
Once inside the drugstore we hurried to the cosmetic  counter and spoke to
the teenaged girl working there.  She showed us where the waxing kits were
shelved, but most of them were the kind with the pre-waxed strips, suitable
for  doing your legs, but not for your bikini area.  At least that what Sara
said.  The girl nodded.  "Yes, you need the hot wax kit.  And then you need
some cheesecloth. We  have a couple under the counter.  They don't sell too
well these days." She found them and we took  both.  Then we found a
package of  cheesecloth over near the car polish.
We made a couple of more stops while we were out.  A hardware store, where
we got a lot of  attention, and a wholesaler that carried all kinds of
supplies for hair  salons.  Sara bought some scissiors  and a set of electric
hair clippers.  I didn't need to ask what she needed them for, but I was in for
a  surprise.  Once back at the house,  out on the back deck, she had me
strip and sit on one of the kitchen stools she  brought out.  Then she told me
she  was going to give me a haircut before waxing my pubic area.  I looked
over my shoulder and she  laughed.  "Don't look so  skeptical.  I trained as
a  hairdresser before I quit and went to school to learn photography.  I'm
going to cut your hair short, much  shorter than it is now."
I turned and gazed out over the garden and she went to  work.  She cut my
hair very short,  no longer than 2" anywhere, and used the clipper to clean
the hair off the back  of my neck.  When she was done I  went inside and
stood in front of the mirror.  I was astonished at how great my hair  looked
that short.  She had me washe  my hair in the kitchen sink when I returned.
Then Sara was rummaged through the  refrigerator until she found what she was
looking for, a lemon, and cut it in  half.  Then she had me sit in the  sun
and she squeezed lemon juice in my wet hair.  She told me that it would give
me sexy  blonde streaks in my light brown hair.
She had me sit in one of the chairs from the patio set,  with my feet up on
the railing and spread wide.  Then she had me scoot forward until my  butt
was on the edge of the chair.  This allowed her to crouch in front of me and
clip the hair on my pubic  mound while the sun worked on my hair.  Later,
she had me stretch out on my back while she carefully placed  strips of
cheesecloth over my pubic mound and carefully ladled warm melted wax  onto them.
"Don't move," she  warned, "I don't want to burn you."
I stayed very quiet.  She rubbed my belly gently while the wax  dried.
Then she grabbed the end of  one of the strips of cloth and said, "You may
scream."  Then she ripped it off.  I did scream.  She ripped the other strip off
before I  had a chance to think.  After a  quick check she told me it would
take two more to do the job.  At least two.  Actually it took four.  And
then she rubbed in a liberal amount  of Jergen's lotion to soothe my skin.  I
was as smooth and as bare as when I'd been when I was 11.  I went inside and
looked in the  mirror.  "So very sexy," I  thought.  I hoped Jim felt the
same  when he saw me.
Sara came in while I was staring at myself in the  mirror.  "What do you
think," she  asked?  There was a slight note of  uncertainty in her voice.
I looked over at her and said, "I think it's great!  I love the way I
look.  But you sounded tentative when you  asked?  Is that any way to question
your slave?"
Sara sighed.  "You may be my slave and I may beat your ass from time to
time, but I  care about you.  I want you to be  happy.  In fact, your happiness
is  the most important thing to me."  I  was impressed by her obvious
sincerity and I walked over and dropped to my knees  in front of her.  She ran
her hand  through my hair and I sighed with pleasure.  Then I reached and took
her hand in mine  and kissed it. "Sara, I'll be your slave for as long as
you want me.  It's amazing, but in only two days  you've become one of the
most important people in my  life."
Then she cuffed me on the shoulder and told me to go take  a shower. We
were going out to dinner and then dancing.  I glanced at her in alarm and she
grinned.  "Don't worry, I'm taking  you to this quiet little lesbian club
across the  river."
I showered and shaved my legs.  Then Sara showered and we took turns
drying each other's hair.  Mine took  about 2 minutes.  Hers maybe 3.  Then we
chose our outfits for the  evening.  She had to run out to the  garage and get
some clothes out of her van.  She wore a little green dress almost the
same shade as her eyes.  Black  patterned stockings - thigh highs, black heels.
 A jade necklace and matching  earrings.  She looked stunning when  she was
finished.
I agonized and finally chose a little black sleeveless  dress.  I was going
to wear black  stockings, but Sara insisted that I wear white thigh highs.
A sexy pair of thong-style panties in  white silk and a pair of black pumps
completed my outfit.  Jewelery was limited to a single strand  of artifical
pearls and matching earrings.
I called my mom and talked to her for a while, then  `talked' to Sarah.  I
told mom to  call me on the cell phone if she needed me and she told me
that she'd raised  children herself and hadn't forgotten how it went.  I took
the hint and told her I'd call in  the morning.
The restaurant where we ate was one of the best in the  city.  Very hard to
get  reservations, but Sara knew someone and we were welcomed warmly.
Dinner was superb and the wine was  perfect.  I had a filet and Sara had  prime
rib.  We chatted and giggled  like a couple of college girls.  Then, about
halfway through dinner, she leaned over and said, "I want you  to go to the
ladies room.  Remove  your panties and then walk back her holding them in
your left hand.  Then sit down and hand them across the  table to me.  Don't
attempt to hide  them, but don't call attention to yourself either."  I
hesitated and she told me I would take  5 strokes on my bare ass in the parking
lot as punishment.  I got to my feet and carefully placed my  napkin on my
chair.  I walked to the  ladies room and went into the end stall.  I lifted my
skirt and pushed my panties down and stepped out of  them.  Then I used the
toilet.  I took my time washing my hands.  Then, holding my panties so they
dangled  from my left hand, I walked back to the table.  My face was buring
and I was sure that  everyone was looking at me.  Sara  told me later that
only one couple appeared to notice.  I resumed my seat and handed my panties
 across to Sara.  It was the most  humiliating, and most exciting thing I'd
ever done.
Later, when we left, she opened her purse and took out a  little leather
quirt.  She made me  bend over between the van and the next car and lift my
dress above my  waist.  Then she gave me 5 hard  strokes across my buttocks.
I bit  my lip to keep from screaming as she whipped me.  When she was done
she rubbed my buttocks  for a moment and then allowed me to straighten up and
slide my dress down.  I was crying, tears running down my  cheeks, and she
lifted herself on her toes and kissed me.  Then we got into the van and
left.  She had me lift my dress so that my bare  buttocks were in contact with
the leather seat.  "Sit that way from now on when we're  alone."
She took me to the `Evergreen' a quiet lesbian bar across  the river.  It
wasn't busy that  night and I was thankful for that later on.  We sat in a
booth in the back of the  room, Sara facing the front of the bar, and ordered
drinks.   White wine for me, seltzer with a  twist of lemon for her.  "I
have to  drive," she said by way of explanation.  The barmaid was cute, a slim
blonde who looked like a college  girl.
After she took our order, Sara excused herself and went  up to talk to the
bartender, a tough-looking woman in her late thirties or early  forties.
After some back-and-forth,  Sara pushed a couple of bills across the bar and
the bartender nodded  agreement.  I asked Sara what that  was all about and
she said, "Five in the parking lot later.  You need to learn some manners."

I stared down at my hands and nodded.  "Yes, Sara, I'll  try."
Our drinks were served and Sara toasted our  relationship.  Then she called
the  barmaid over and handed her some change for the jukebox.  After the
girl left, Sara leaned across  and said, "As soon as the music starts I want
you to get up and dance.  Kick your shoes off first.  Then get up and dance
on top of that  table over there."  She pointed to a  large round table in
the middle of the room.
I looked at her in shock, but that wasn't all.  "Take your dress off too.
You're going to dance in your thigh  highs."
"Sara, please....."
She shook her head.  "Ten in the parking lot."
I stared at her, tears in my eyes.  "Yes, Sara, I'll do as you  say."
The music stared and I gave her a last appealing  glance.  She lifted her
chin and  said, "Dance slave."  I kicked off  my shoes and stood up,
unzipping my dress as I slipped out of the booth.  Then I stooped, grabbed the hem,
and  pulled it off over my head in one smooth motion.  I walked to the
table, climbed up using  a chair as a step, and started dancing.  My mind was
whirling - here I was, a respectable married woman, dancing  nude in a lez
bar.  Well, almost  nude.  But having the white thigh  highs on somehow made it
more humiliating than if I'd been totally  nude.
The music seemed to go on and on.  After each number I glanced over at Sara
 with a silent appeal.  Each time she  smiled and waved me on. I danced and
danced, finally losing myself in the  music.  Sweat rolled off me and
several women gathered around, clapping with the music and making appreciative
comments.  There was an occasional  whistle too.  Sara kept me dancing  for
what seemed like hours, but actually it was only 45  minutes.
When the music finally stopped I was stunned.  I glanced at Sara and she
nodded  permission for me to get down.  The  blonde barmaid met me with a
towel as I stepped down from the chair.  She smiled and said, "You were
fantastic!"  She looked me over as I  dried my shoulders and arms and whispered, "
You've got a great body!  I wish my breasts were as nice!"  I smiled and
thanked her, then made my  way back to the booth.  I stood  there, drying
myself off, while Sara sipped her seltzer and watched  quietly.
I realized I couldn't put my dress back on or I'd ruin  it.  Sara went out
to the van and  returned with a large t-shirt she used as a nightdress.  I
slipped it on and then sat an removed  my stockings. The women in the bar
clapped as we walked to the door.  I blushed and nodded.  We went outside.  I
was carrying my dress, shoes, and  stockings.  We walked to the van and
Sara opened the door.  I put  everything inside on the back seat.  Then she
took out her little quirt.  "Take the t-shirt off and stand with your hands
clasped behind your  neck."
I obeyed instantly.  I was standing there, staring across the parking lot,
when the blonde  barmaid appeared.  She had a slim  sheath of bills in her
hand.  Her  eyes widened when she saw me standing there nude.  Sara asked her
what she wanted.  She explained that some of the women had  given her money
to give me.  A  tip.  Sara told her that she could  keep it.  She nodded.  "
Thank you.  What are you doing to her?" Sara told  her that I was being
punished for not obeying as I should. The girl nodded and  asked if she could
watch.  Sara  glanced at her and asked, "Would you like to punish her?"  The
girl's eyes widened and she  nodded.  I moaned, "Please, Sara,  no...."
Sara glanced at me.  "Twenty."  I bit my lip and remained  silent.
Sara handed the girl the quirt and told her to give me  twenty strokes,
hard strokes, between my upper thighs and my shoulder blades.  The girl took
the quirt and laid it on with a heavy hand.  After two, Sara held up her hand
to stop  her.  "Gag?"  I nodded and she gagged me with a strip  of duct
tape she ripped off a roll she kept in the van. Then the girl whipped me  hard
while I screamed into the gag.  After it was over, Sara ripped the duct tape
off and snapped her  fingers.  I dropped to my knees,  sobbing, and thanked
the girl for whipping me.  She smiled and whispered, "I loved doing  it.  I'
d love to do it again."  Sara took her elbow and walked her a  short
distance away.  They chatted  for a moment and Sara wrote something down.  Her
name and phone number I found out  later.  Then Sara returned and  allowed me
to crawl into the front seat and crouch on the floor.  I wasn't allowed to
put on any  clothes.

A  Walk In The Park - III

The drive home seemed endless, but didn't take more than  20 minutes.  I
was terrified that  we'd be stopped and I'd be discovered - crouched nude on
the floor on the  passenger side.  Later, when I  mentioned my fear to Sara
she nodded and said, "You're right, that was an  inexcusable risk.  It won'
t happen  again."
Jim called shortly after we got home and we talked for a  long time. I was
sitting at Sara's feet, talking on the cell phone while she ran  her fingers
throught my hair.  I  told Jim about my hair, but said I had another
surprise for him when he got  home.  Then I changed the subject  and told him I'd
met a photographer named Sara who wanted to renovate and lease  the
apartment over the garage.  He  shifted into accountant mode and questioned me about
what had taken  place.
He was pleased when I told him she'd pay $1,000 a month  on a 1 year lease.
 Even more  pleased when I told him she'd renovate the place and all we had
to do was pay  for materials and a plumber.   He said he wanted to see
estimates and I told him she'd have them the  next day.  He told me to call our
lawyer and get a lease drawn up, plus an agreement about the renovation.
Then he asked me about her.  I grinned at Sara and winked.  "Well," I began,
"She's a cute little  redhead with big green eyes and freckles.  Very good
photographer - she's shown me some of her work."  I muted the phone and
whispered, "He  loves redheads."
I listened for a moment.  "Yes, I told her she could have one  stall in the
garage and use of the pool.  She agreed to clean it a couple of times a
week."  (He hates to clean the pool)  "She swam with me today.  Well, Jim, you'
ll just have to see for  yourself.  I think she looked  cute."  I rolled my
eyes and Sara  giggled.  We chatted for a while  longer and then he told me
he'd be home late the following afternoon.  I told him I'd have the
estimate and  would arrange for Sara to be there so he could meet  her.
After I hung up, Sara collared me and put leather cuffs  on my wrists and
ankles.  I spent an  hour that night on the floor of my bedroom.  On my
belly, hands cuffed behind me,  ankles cuffed together.  A butt plug  in my ass
and a penis gag in my mouth.  Sara watched television and gave me an
occasional stroke with the  quirt.  She assured me that the red  marks would
disappear by the next afternoon.  Finally, she released me and took me to  bed.
The sex was  fantastic!
The next morning I was up at 6:00 a.m.  Sara woke up while I was in the
shower  and joined me.  I shampooed her  hair, washed her from head to foot,
and then dried her with gentle pats using my  newest bath towels.  I blow
dried  her hair for her and brushed it for 15 minutes.  Then, while she was
dressing, I hurried  downstairs to pour her a cup of coffee (automatic
coffeemaker, set up every  night because Jim is up VERY early and likes his coffee).
When I brought the coffee into the  bedroom, Sara was still nude.  She  sat
on the edge of the bed and I dropped to my knees and presented her with the
 cup.  She sighed appreciatively as  she sipped.  I leaned forward and
kissed her knees.  Then I dropped  down onto my back and lifted her feet onto
my  belly.
She leaned over and smiled at me.  "You're the perfect  slave!"
Sara allowed me to masturbate while she watched.  Then we were both rushing
to get  dressed.  I had to go to my mom's  house and pick up Sarah before
mom decided I'd abandoned her.  Sara had to get busy and make some
measurements and then start hitting Home Depot and the like to price  materials.  It
was a busy day for  both of us.
My mom was glad to see me and I could tell that Sarah had  given her a
workout.  Of course mom  picked up on the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra and
made a couple of snide  remarks.  She assumed that Jim was  behind it and of
course I did nothing to change her assumption.  We chatted as we got Sarah
ready to  travel and I found myself wondering what would happen if I came
right out and  said, "Oh, by the way mom, it wasn't Jim who got me to go
braless.  It was this woman I met the other  day.  She's introduced me to lesbian
 sex and bondage.  Mom, I'm her slave  and I love it."  Of course mom
noticed the little smile and asked what I was smiling about.  I shook my head, "
Nothing mom, just  thinking about this woman I saw in the park."
Then Sarah and I were out and on the road home.  She's always glad to go to
grandma's but  she's like me - glad to leave again.  We went home and I
took her with me from room to room as I cleaned  house.  I changed into shorts
and  one of Jim's old undershirts before I started.  After a few minutes I
stopped and cut  the shirt off just below my breasts.  I felt very sexy in
it.  The  deep armholes did little to conceal my breasts.  Sara was turning
me into a real  exhibitionist and I was loving it.  I knew Jim would too.  He
 called while I was cleaning the kitchen and told me he wouldn't be home
until at  least 7 p.m.  I told him I expected  that Sara would be back by then
and we could go over her estimate.
Sarah went down for her nap shortly after Jim's call and  I stripped my
clothes off and washed the kitchen floor on my hands and  knees.  Then, still
nude, I cleaned  all of the bathrooms.  When I heard  Sarah wake from her nap
I threw my clothes back on and took her for a walk.  While we were walking
I decided to have  steaks for supper - done on the grill.  Sarah would be
sleepy by the time Jim got home.  I knew he'd spend some time with her and
that would allow me to grill the steaks and get everything ready.  I called
the Wine Basket, a local liquor  store that delivers, and had them deliver two
bottles of Woodbridge Blush  Chardonnay - I know, it doesn't go with steak
but we like the  wine.
Sara pulled in at 5:30, hot and sweaty from a day of  frantic activity.  We
took Sarah out  on the deck and Sara bounced her on her knee while I went
in and got her a cold  bottle of Rolling Rock.  And one for  myself.  Sara
took a long drink and  then I asked her how her day had gone.  She grinned and
told me that it had been hot and tiring, but worth  it.  She'd met some
helpful people  and had a pretty good idea of what it would cost to do over the
apartment.  She told me that the materials would  cost roughly $12,000 and
the plumber would be about $2,500.  She was a little surprised when I said,
"Let's double both numbers to be safe."  Then we shook on it and I told
her that Jim would be  pleased.
She  nodded.  "Got any plans for  tonight?"
It  was my turn to grin.  "I'm going to  fuck his brains out!"
Sara tipped her glass in salute and said, "Good for  you.  You know that I
never intended  to come between you and Jim."
"Yes, I know that.  In fact, he has you to thank for waking my libido again.
"  And I tipped my glass in  salute.
Sara said she'd bring a sleeping bag up to the apartment  and spend the
night there.  I told  her she could have the guest room but she said, "Maybe
tomorrow night, not  tonight.  You need privacy."  I had to agree with her on
that.  We finished our beer and I went into the  house while Sara headed for
her van to go shopping for a sleeping  bag.
I took another shower and put on a white terrycloth robe,  a short one that
just covers my butt.  I left my hair wet, grabbed Sarah out of her crib,
and went down to check  on the potatoes I'd put in the oven earlier.  As I
passed the full-length mirror at  the end of the upstairs hall I noticed how
nicely the white robe contrasted with  my tan.  I knew Jim would like  it.
I heard a car door as I was closing the oven door.  A minute later Jim
opened the front door  and set his bag and briefcase down in the hall.  I
stepped into the hall from the kitchen  with Sarah balanced on my hip and saw his
eyes widen as he realized what I was  wearing.  He hugged us, making faces
at Sarah and laughing at her response.  I set Sarah down and gave him a big
hug.  Then I put my chin on his shoulder and  whispered, "I want you to fuck
my brains out  later."
He stepped back and gave me a long, searching look.  Then he smiled and
said, "Count on  it!  What's for dinner?"  I swatted him and suggested that he
take  his daughter and amuse her for a while or there might be no dinner.
He scooped Sarah up in one arm and ran  his other hand up under my robe.  He
 chuckled as his hand moved over my bare bottom.  "Oh my, no panties, just
like the big  girls!"  I slapped at his arm and  danced away, escaping into
the kitchen while he and Sarah headed for the  livingroom to play.
I went out onto the deck and fired up the gas grill.  Then I went inside to
start a salad  while the grill heated up.  I opened  one of the bottles of
wine and poured two glasses, bringing one into the  livingroom for Jim.
Then it was  back to `drudring' in the kitchen.  I pulled the steaks out and
seasoned them.  The grill was hot when I went back, so I  used a wire brush
on the cooking surface and then put the steaks on.  For the next few minutes
I divided my  time between the grill, the salad, and checking the oven to
see if the baked  potatoes were ready.
Everything came together at the right time, no small  accomplishment
considering my limited ablity in the kitchen (I hate to cook) and  I called Jim as
I ferried things out to the patio table.  Jim came in with Sara and brought
 carriage out for me and put her in it.  Then we sat down to eat.  Sara,
with perfect timing, pulled into the driveway just as Jim was  raising his
glass in a toast to the coming evening.  Sara was toting a large bag as she
started up the outside stairs to the apartment.  I was inclined to let her go,
but Jim  suggested that I invite her over for a drink at  least.
I called to her and she waved and continued on up the  stairs.  I glanced
at Jim and  shrugged.  He suggested I go and  talk to her.  I hesitated, but
I  could tell that he wanted to meet her so I got up and ran down the stairs
and  across the grass.  The door was open  when I got to the top of the
stairs and Sara was sweeping with an old broom  she'd found.  She glanced up
with a  surprised look.  "What are you doing  here?  Go and have fun with your
 husband."
"He wants to meet you.  He's shifting into `accountant' mode and  I
thought I'd better humor him.  Please come and meet him and have a glass of  wine.
"
She cocked her head to one side and studied me for a  moment.  "Do you
really want me to  come?"
I grinned.  "No, but come anyway."
She grinned back at me.  "I can't resist when you sweet-talk me  like that.
"
We walked back to the house and I introduced them.  Jim shook her hand and
I could tell that  he liked her.  I glanced back and  forth as they chatted.
 It was hard  to tell how Sara felt.  We sat down  and Sara accepted a
glass of wine.  She glanced at my plate as she took her first sip and I realized
that she  probably hadn't eaten anything.  I  insisted that she share my
steak and she gave in after some half-hearted  protests.
I got her a plate and gave her half of my dinner.  Let me tell you, it was
an interesting  meal with my husband and my lesbian lover sitting on either
side of me!  What really got me going was the way  they hit it off.  Sara
had taken  some accounting courses in college and they soon lost me as they
got into  investment strategies and market trends and the like.  I was
daydreaming when I felt a touch on  my left knee.  Jim didn't miss a  word as he
caressed my knee and then slid his hand up my bare thigh.  Neither did Sara
when she ran her toes  up my right calf.  I glanced back  and forth, they were
both seemingly intent on their conversation, but both of  them were feeling
me up!  I did the  only thing I could think of and got up to get another
bottle of wine.  As I opened the door I glanced  back.  They were deep in
conversation and didn't seem to notice that I was gone!  Talk about a strange
evening!
After dinner, while Jim put Sarah to bed, Sara helped me  clear the table
and put the dishes in the dishwasher.  Then she left and I went upstairs to
see  my husband.  When he finished with  Sarah he found me waiting in the
hall.  Nude.  I dropped to my knees  as he approached and unzipped his pants.
He was ready.  I took his  cock into my mouth and moaned with pleasure as I
ran my tongue over it.  I've always loved sucking a nice hard  cock.  Jim
ran his hands through my  hair and sighed as I sucked him.  "Oh shit, Hannah.
You are  soooo good.  Suck it babe!  Please suck it!  Take it all in."  And
I did.  He's about 7" when he's hard and I've  learned how to take the
whole thing in my mouth without gagging.  Then he started moving his hips,
literally fucking me in the mouth.  God, I loved it!