The Reunion Trap Ch. 05

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Chapter 5 -- In Praise of Porn Monday mornings followed a predictable pattern. Up with the alarm, morning toilet routines (in which Tethys always took it on herself to do the aiming), pre-breakfast sex, a shared shower, a quick breakfast, and then we would leave the house together and get into our own cars. I would leave for work at my office, and Tethys would head off to her apartment. Her art projects kept her plenty busy. There was a change to her Mondays now. After lunch she would get a visit from Sonia and Henri. Her Monday afternoon threesome quickly became a tradition that she looked forward to with excited anticipation. I wasn't sure which part of it she enjoyed the most, Henri or Sonia. In the end, it wouldn't have mattered much because it was Tethys who was the center of attention. As she put it, "they can be with each other any time they want, but for them, I'm the exotic and unusual experience. That's kind of funny, because they are the most exotic pe

The Day After (Super Bowl and Us Three, the sequel) Monday morning. One eye open. Did that really happen? Before I could think over the events of Saturday night into Sunday morning and the happy day after, there she was: hot breath on my ear. "I got laid a bunch of times this weekend". Me: "So did I." "Not as many times as I did". Jesus she was suddenly on fire. Me: "Did you remember that you and I did it first, on Saturday morning?" The memory surfaces and then shows up on her face as she does the math."Oh my God..." She muses. "You've got to go to work.. I, on the other hand, will be hanging out with Rick all day." Rick, our guest and her new lover from Saturday night/Sunday morning, was sound asleep upstairs and now wasn't leaving town until Wednesday. She had a city and work campus tour planned with him. "I wanna ask you something. And I will respect your wishes if you say no. But you've given me a pass

Over the next few days, I let Steve suffer in his cage. The lack of hard cock inside me, had me horny and a bit bitchy. All day, my evil mind thought about the next way I was going to punish Steve for his selfishness. Late that afternoon, a sinister plan popped into my head. It was pure evil and would be a mind fuck for more than just Steve. Steve got home at about five and started dinner. He made a beautiful meal, that he highlighted with candles, a tablecloth and a bottle of expensive wine. He was obviously learning his lesson and trying harder to please me. However, no matter what he did tonight, I was intent on putting my plan in place. After dinner we snuggled. He was very attentive and touched all the right places to get me horny and ready for love. At about 8 pm, we made our way from the living room to the bedroom. It was mid-summer and the sun still shined bright through our floor to ceiling bedroom windows. I told Steve that I was unlocking him tonight and giving him a chan

This is an independent sequel of the Nasty Tales series parts 08, 03 and 07. If you want to follow Lynn's story chronologically, you can read those parts in the order mentioned above. The series includes themes such as: dominant male, humiliation, non-consensual sex, exhibition and bondage. If you are not into these themes or find them offensive, please do not read further. If you are into these things, please put your hands in your pants and enjoy. ****** NASTY TALES 09: Mr Red The room was dimly lit. All that could be heard was heavy breathing. "I think I have to let you go," Mr Williamson said. "Sir?" Lynn asked as she was obviously not going anywhere. She was tied spread-eagled, naked on the older master's bed. "What I mean, Lynn, is that this will be our final session and also your final week in this house. My wife is starting to grow suspicious," Mr Williamson explained while his ice-blue eyes wandered all over her body. "Have I bee

In 1970 I fucked for the first time, graduated from university on the East Coast, moved to Hollywood, and started working for a big California bank. All this before August. I'd skipped a grade in elementary school so I was a year younger than my college classmates. I went to a technological university with a freshman class of 1.000 -- of which fewer than ten were female. My freshman year was forgettable. In my sophomore year a friend and I took the train to Poughkeepsie for a Vassar mixer. I can't remember my friend's name, but I met Mary that night. Mary was blonde and bookish. She wore sweaters I thought too baggy. Her eyes were pale blue, and her top lip protruded a little. She was pouty and kissable. My father said she looked like Joan Fontaine. Mary and I did a lot of things together -- went to hear Alan Ginsburg read his poetry, saw The Graduate at the Juliet, and Hair at the Cheetah. We liked the same movies, read the same books. We traveled throughout the UK and t

NOTE: Every sexual encounter in this story, no matter how small, is between individuals that are at least eighteen years old or older. The Reunion Trap: Chapter 5 I noticed that there were more people crowded into the large room than I expected to be there. We had arrived about a half-hour late, but that was part of my plan. I had no desire to hang out here and wait for the people that I needed to talk to. Besides, they may enjoy this thing. I hadn't even entered yet and was already feeling annoyed by the whole spectacle. A little sign-in desk sat by the door, with little Kathy Johnson handing out tags. Celia practically dragged me over to the desk. "Name?" asked Kathy. I just looked at her in disbelief. This was our five-year reunion, not our thirtieth. I didn't answer her. If she couldn't figure it out on her own, I would just leave. I looked over at Celia before speaking. "I think this was a bad idea, let's just..." "Jace?" asked Celia.