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Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 02:59 PM

are you really into that cuckold crap?

The Cowboy & The Princess

By Culburn369

Prologue

Emmie, short for Emily, is my wife. She is in her late 20's and a stunning beauty. An Irish girl, 5'7", 125lbs, long auburn hair, small, delicate breasts, and a fantastic bottom. It is her proudest asset and I've lauded it endlessly thru the years. It is a mesmerizing sight and one that continues to delight me no end. One of my long held fantasies was to watch Emmie with another man being intimate. We've had numerous long discussions, turned into heated debate and finally into terrible arguments over the years on this very issue. She was raised a strict Catholic and would not even consider it when I first broached the subject early on. Thru the years she has somewhat softened, but, has never yielded to my persistent requests.

I had just about given up hope.

Chapter 1.

Emily came home from her job one evening last Summer...talking about this new hire the company had made. I usually tune her out when she commences to talk about her work, (she has a tendency to talk a lot), but, this time, this time was different. Her voice had risen an octave as she breathlessly reported to me that the new hire was a guy some years older than herself. He was a "cowboy" as she put it. She'd always fancied the cowboy type since she'd caught Travolta in "Urban Cowboy." This new guy would be working in the shop area. She had been introduced to him (his name was Shea) in the office that morning. I had a feeling right away that she had made it a point to be introduced, but, I held my tongue and pricked up my ears as she continued. He was a "man's man" she said. I was taken aback by this "out of left field" comment, but, again I bit my tongue. This was out of character for Emily, and I felt the slightest nervous rumblings in my stomach. "Was she talking to me as a point?" I busied myself preparing supper for us, averting my eyes as I could feel her gaze upon me.

"I got kinda roped in to taking him around the shop and yard area, honey. Linda (the HR girl) was called away and asked me if I'd mind." I continued to stir the pot and kept my mouth shut. "He was such a gentleman. He opened the door leading into the lumber yard for me and I showed him everything." "everything?" I said to myself. "He was so cute as he kept asking me questions about this, that and the other."

"Cute"? My chest tightened.

"He asked me out for lunch, Jake." I finally stopped stirring that damn pot and slowly turned around, my face ablaze, my heart pounding a cadence, steady & true.

I could feel her watching me, but, I kept my eyes averted. "He did what?" I asked incredulously.

"He wanted to go to lunch with me today." Emily countered, almost daringly. "I told him 'no', that I had already made plans, but, that tomorrow I would be free." "free?" I said to myself in silent echo.

"Would that be ok with you, darling?"

"I suppose so, Em." Was she teasing me, intentionally?" I asked myself.

"Do you think about it anymore, sweetheart?" Emily pointedly asked me.

"What do you mean 'it'?"

"You know perfectly well what 'it' means, Jakey. Don't you, J?"

I finally met her eyes and found them to be brilliantly lit.

Oh, my God.

"Let's eat, Jake. I'm famished, darling."

mavs>spurs

01-13-2012, 03:01 PM

no dude this wasn't my intention ahhhhh

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 03:07 PM

Chapter 2.

Supper was served and eaten in near silence. My mind was racing. I dared not venture any questions. I was afraid to break the spell, the incredible streak of luck I seemed to have found myself in possession of all the sudden.

"Jake. Jake? Are you alright, honey? You seem so distant. What's wrong?"

"No, no, nothing at all. I'm just thinking about my day tomorrow." I lied.

"Well, I'm exhausted. I think I'll bathe and then hit the hay. Would you mind if I turned in early tonight?"

"Oh, sure, no problem, Em. I'll just do up these dishes and watch some 'King of Queens.' I'll be up later, angel."

"Good night, Jake, I love you."

"Night, Emmie."

I was glad to be left alone for a while to gather my thoughts. I felt unnerved as I watched her climb the staircase and disappear into her bathroom. Soon I heard the bathwater start and I relaxed. "What the hell was going on?" I asked myself. I couldn't reconcile this, I suppose major policy change in her attitude. Obviously this new guy, this "Shea" had made an impression upon Emily, and in a very succinct way. I was starting to scare myself with hope as the rumination of visuals began to fill my mind: Emmie, on all fours, that round, white bottom high in the air, this, this Shea in tight behind her, holding her hips firmly as he drove them both in wild copulation...Emmie, dropping to her knees, Shea in front of her, servicing him with her mouth...Emmie, completely nude, kissing Shea as they lay coupled in our bed, in our bedroom dimly lit by candles, the heady scent of lovemaking filling the air, the whispers of two lovers too soft to be heard, but, the intent nonetheless so explicit.

I watched and I listened. And I was ever so quiet.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 03:11 PM

Chapter 3.

"J."

I came out of my reverie to the sight and sound of Emily in front of me.

"Hello??" She inquired again.

"Oh, hello. I fell asleep for a moment. I'll be right up."

"Right up? Jake it's 7 in the morning. You slept all night in your chair."

"What?"

"Yes. Anyhow, I'm on my way out. Gotta get to work."

I was still half asleep, but, half asleep I noticed right off that she was dressed to the nines: a tight black skirt, not too short, but, boy-oh-boy was it ever tight. My goodness. And I knew from prior knowledge that it was only not too short because she was advised by her GYN to refrain from pantyhose and utilize a garter belt and nylons. Something about yeast, or bread, or some damn woman thing. I knew she also "sometimes" eschewed panties under there.

I had a sneaking suspicion that this morning "sometimes" was not an option. I didn't ask though. I dared not risk being wrong. I so did not want to be wrong. "Please God, let it be so." I implored silently.

Her hair was in a French twist, and coiffed meticulously. Her blouse was a soft beige silk piece and fit her to perfection. She was stunning sight this morning. Emily was still a beautiful girl, that was for sure.

Nothing afresh about the luncheon date with Shea was broached as she gave me a light kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.

"Have a fine day, J. I'll call you after lunch to tell you how it went with Shea." She said over her shoulder as she hurried out the door.

"She's messing with me." I said, only to myself.

"Uh, ok, I'll uh, look forward to you calling, uh, Emmie." I offered back in an almost panicked yell.

The door closed behind her. I at once rose from the chair and peeked out the front picture window to watch her as she got into her car. She looked radiant, yet nonchalant, almost aloof. I figured she was up to something and would look back at the house as a give-a-way. Uh, uh. Not so much as a mere glance. She just started it up, set her radio, probably to that damn country station she cherishes, checked her mirrors, backed it out, and drove on off.

"She's going to call me after her lunch with Shea?" Oh, my God.

It was like an out of body experience for me standing there alone in that living room. I at once became aware that my trousers had formed quite an impressive pup tent.

"Wait, Jake. Have some patience. If you wait until after she calls, it'll make your nut that much more intense and enjoyable. Just wait." My inner Jake made a lot of sense.

I'd wait.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 03:13 PM

Chapter 4.

I figured she'd call about twoish. She usually took her lunch late to avoid the crowds.

I spent the morning trying to keep my mind off the particulars, but, an hour in I knew it was hopeless. I then assumed my usual behavior when confronted with an event: I obsessed and ruminated endlessly. I was torn between self pleasuring to relieve the mounting stress and holding out for the crescendo that would certainly be available after "the call." I surprised myself by holding forth and not keeping my hands to myself. It was a struggle. I played some on-line chess and read the morning paper. Finally the clock struck two and I took root in my chair next to the telephone. It was an interminable wait, but, at close to three o'clock I was near exhaustion. I felt light-headed, hot and a bit muddled.

"Could this be it? Finally I'd get my fondest wish?" Or, "was she breaking my balls, teasing me?" Emmie could be a first class ball breaker. It drove me between boundless desire and consummate misery. I don't think she actually set out to do so. It was just her way.

Finally..."Should I call her?" I asked myself. "No. She said she'd call. She'll call."

She never did.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 03:17 PM

Chapter 5.

Emmie likes to eat upon arrival home and I try and never disappoint her. I'm an accomplished cook and tonight I was preparing a favorite dish of hers, spaghetti and meatballs. She usually arrives home of an evening at seven, and sure enough a little before that hour she pulled into the driveway, the deep strobe of the bass alerting me to her arrival. I watched her get out of the car and head for the house. She looked ravishing. I hustled on back into the kitchen and stood sentry at the stove over my pots and pans.

"Honey, I'm home."

"I'm in the kitchen, sweetheart. C'mon in here, ok?"

"Sure." She arrived moments later, came up behind me and hugged me tightly. Her breath was sweet and warm on my neck, as she nibbled my ear. "My favorite, eh? Gosh, you're the best husband a girl could ever ask for. I love you so, darling."....softly, in my ear only.

"Isn't this about the point this recipe requires at least an hour of simmering, J?" she queried.

"Yes, it is, Em."

"Well, I want to talk to you, upstairs, right away. Give me a few minutes to get settled and then c'mon up and we can talk. Ok, dear?"

"Sure." I quickly answered.

She swiftly left the kitchen and I could hear her on the staircase, joyously humming as she ascended. She was incredibly adorable this evening.

"But, what in the hell was she up to?"

I wasn't going to ask about the luncheon date. No way. I would hold out come what may. I would not make the first overture. She owed me an explanation.

My rumination was interrupted by a call from above, "J, c'mon."

"The hell with it, I'm asking."

I ascended in silence.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 03:21 PM

Chapter 6.

"He wants me, Jake." She was seated at her makeup table, her favorite bathrobe on and tied. I had the strangest premonition that she was nude beneath it.

She watched me closely in her mirror as the words penetrated my mind. I could no longer stand and sat immediately on the edge of our bed, lest I fall on the hard wood flooring.

"Are you serious, Em?"

"Our lunch was wonderful. Oh, yes, Shea has made it quite clear his intentions. He's enthralled with me, he said. From the moment we met yesterday morning, in fact."

"I want him, Jake. I want him desperately."

I felt on the verge of passing out. Our eyes had never left each other since I'd entered our bedroom. The mirror, that mirror reinforced the words from her mouth. There was no mistaking the meaning nor the intent.

Finally.

"But, first tonight, I want you, Jake."

She rose, still facing the mirror and untied the sash ever so slowly. The reflection proved me correct. Emily was nude. She combed out her long tresses as I watched. Our eyes still locked, I began to undress.

"I want you now, J. Please hurry, darling."

I thought she would come onto the bed with me, but, after circling the chair where she had been seated, she turned her back to me and leaned both hands against it.

I walked to her quickly.

"Do me, Jake. Do me slow and gentle. I need you, now, Jake. You Jake. Only you tonight."

I removed the bathrobe presently and planted kisses on my darling Emmie from the nape of her neck down to the small of her back. I lingered there for just an instant before continuing my downward path. I tried to kiss and nuzzle between the glorious spheres of her bottom cheeks, but, they were much too tight, my tongue much too short to gain access to her most private treasure.

She wiggled it almost imperceptibly and I knew then she could wait no longer. I removed her hands from the chair and placed them on her knees. Her bottom rose agreeably and Emmie's pussy came into perfect view. I felt for an affordable breach and found it immediately. Emily was incredibly wet.

"Hurry, my darling."

"Be still now, little one."

I gave it all to her in one stroke. I'm of average length and girth, about seven inches erect. And I was fully erect, I assure you.

"Oh, God, J."

"Yes, baby, I'll attend to you now."

"Slow, J, slow. Do me slow. Make it last all night. Make it last forever."

I cradled her tea cup breasts and held them tightly albeit with great tenderness. She cooed her appreciation as I continued my ministrations to her very tight pussy.

Emmie's pussy started to loosen presently and the going became easier. She started gently bucking back, signaling to me to increase the tempo and strength of my thrusts. I obliged her, but, kept the strokes measured and even.

A chant of "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,...." soon commenced softly from her and so I was comfortable knowing I'd found the correct spot and placement. Much too soon I felt the telltale signs of finishing in my own countenance. My sack started to tighten, my balls rising at a most alarming rate. My gorgeous wife sensed it too.

"Come deep, Jake. Please J, plant your seed in me so very deep, my love."

I grabbed her hips firmly as I started to loose my essence inside her body.

"There you are, baby. I'm breeding you, angel."

"All of it, Jake. Don't stop until you're empty. Keep doing it, don't stop. Please, Jake, please, flood me."

"My God, you're so beautiful, Emily.

"I love you, Jake."

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 03:23 PM

Chapter 7.

At once I covered Emily with her robe and in my arms I carried my darling girl to our bed. I placed her between the cool sheets, covered her gently with her little quilt and kissed each of her closed eyelids. Emmie was in her twilight state. It is her state between the end of our coupling and the commencement of her own voyage to release and orgasm.

As unobtrusively as possible I got into the bed next to her and held her tightly in my arms. Her breathing was even and shallow. The afterglow in her was an incredible sight to bear witness.

In her deepest whisper:

"Will you say his name, Jake?"

"Yes, darling, I will."

"Will you tell me how it will be, Jake?"

"Yes, sweetheart, I will tell you everything."

"Please, Jake, say his name. He is so beautiful."

"Shea."

"Jake, please."

"Shea."

Her hand had moved lower, into her moist nest. The movement there was calm, but, efficient. Her eyes clenched tighter as if to never open again.

"Jake, please."

"Shea shall undress you, Emily. He will come to you completely naked and he will undress you so that you can be with him, Emmie. He will be improbably hard and impossibly long and you will take hold of him there and you will smile at the discovery.
You will stand on your toes and rest his tumescence between your legs to feel his length and goodness, Em. You will gently move back and forth on his penis as your lips find his. His kisses are sweet and unhurried and you hug him tightly, knowing that soon, so very soon you will be one with him. Connected by his body, seared forever by his liquid life.

He feeds at your breasts as you stroke his hair and listen to the matching beats of your hearts. The beats race so fast. Too soon it is time. Your eyes well as he carries you to bed, this bed, and gently lays you upon it. Gently he spreads your long pale thighs apart to allow himself ample room to breach your maidenhead. Yes, for Shea, Emily, you are a virgin. His virgin. He will be gracious, but, he will also be insistent that you deny him nothing."

"Oh, God, Jake, I don't know if I can stand this."

"It's ok, sweetheart, just let yourself go. I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you, baby-girl. Just let go. Let it all go."

"Once more, Jake,,,,,,please?"
.........

"Shea."

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 03:26 PM

Chapter 8.

Her screams as the crisis arrived were absolutely amazing. I only hoped the neighbors were not alarmed. Surely they heard. Emily was right, it was too much, as afterward I had to calm her. She was near inconsolable with consternation, overcome with passion and conscience. She spoke not a word, her tears flowed freely and I kissed them all away as slowly Emily came back to me, shuddering until she had at last exhausted herself.

She slept soundly now. It was her way and I took no offense. She looked like a living doll there curled up ever so sweetly. I finished tucking her in and then quietly left the bedroom. My spaghetti was finished and I was hungry. My stomach had finally released the knot that had been there all day. I felt sated and contented. The house was quiet and dark, and I so enjoy those two forces.

I opened a fresh bottle of red wine and ate in front of the television. TCM was showing "Dark Victory" and I never tire of that one. I figured tomorrow morning would come soon enough and I'd see where we were, where we had come from, and God help us, where we were headed.

In my chair I fell asleep just as the light failed Bette Davis' "Judith Traherne."

DeadlyDynasty

01-13-2012, 03:28 PM

My advice is what it was:::don't ever grow old.

If you could re-live any single year of your life, what would it be?

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 03:30 PM

Chapter 9.

I woke with a start, and immediately recovered my bearings. Thankfully I had woken a little before four in the morning. I went up immediately to check on Emily. Her night light was on and she was sound asleep. She would be up at five and I wanted to make her a hearty breakfast to carry her thru her day. It was Friday, and Friday is always a fun day in our house. Last day of the work week and such. I switched off the television, cleaned myself up a bit in the downstairs bathroom and headed for the kitchen. Sure enough a little after five I heard rustlings above as Emily dashed about as is her way.

"Hurry, I have breakfast for you, Em."

"Don't know, J, I'm running late as usual." She called down.

"Nonsense, you have to have a good breakfast. It's Friday, right? Right."

"I'll try." The rushing about increased dramatically. I smiled.

"Would you mind terribly if I stopped off with the girls this evening for a drink? We're all welcoming the new guy. You know how that is. Okay?"

I was facing the stove as usual when she came bursting into the kitchen with this request.
Her voice again a full octave higher, I knew the request was difficult for her. Still I did not grant mercy...

"Oh, you mean the new guy Shea,right?" I teased her.

"Yes, smarty, I mean Shea."

I finally turned to see her reaction and was stunned to find her in her skin tight jeans.

"Jeans, Emmie?"

"Well, it is dress down Friday, I think."

She had scoffed at dress down Friday for years. Claiming it was beneath her and she would not partake as a matter of principle.

In these particular jeans her bottom is perfection personified. It is a breathtaking sight, plain and simple.

I caught her eye and gave her a wink. "Ok, doll, have fun. But, no drinking and driving. One drink to start with and then it's off limits thereafter. Understood?"

"Understood."

"Now, sit still for a few minutes and eat your breakfast."

"Well, I am on schedule and I am hungry. I didn't get any dinner last night as I recall."

I laughed aloud and helped her into her chair.

"Jake." Her voice had at once turned quiet and reserved..."Jake, thank you ever so much for last night. You took such good care of me and I'll never forget you for it. You're my champion, and I love you so."

I beamed at the citation, kissed her forehead and joined her at the table for our Friday breakfast.

We were both ravenous and conversation was kept to a minimum. The sausages, soft-boiled eggs with toast, blackberry jam and coffee disappeared quickly as the perpetual motor known in her younger days as "Last minute Emmie" reactivated.

"Gotta go, Jakey."

"Ok, youngster. Have a fine day and a fun evening."

"Gotcha." She was half way thru the back door when I couldn't resist and challenged her:

"Emmie, does Shea realize you are married?"

Without missing a beat she joyfully countered: "No. But he will this evening."

"Bye, Jake." And she was gone.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 03:37 PM

If you could re-live any single year of your life, what would it be?

The year I met Katie-girl. It was all there. I'd like to spend one last weekend back there with my parents Wake up on Friday morning in my bed, deliver my Cleveland Plain Dealer paper route, meet Katie at Midpark High School, leave campus to have breakfast at Royal Castle. She'd sit quietly then and eat as we'd all talk about the Browns and other stuff.

Be over at Katie's at 7PM sharp, we'd walk together up to Lawsons for our goods, and then down in her basement for TV and light petting. Nothing more was permitted. "Just touch it." "No."

Her old man would make me leave at 11PM sharp. tee, hee.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 03:44 PM

Chapter 10.

I had an epiphany after her departure. That today, this Friday would be something special. I wanted to play out the varied scenarios in my mind, but, I resisted. It would lead to wasted time and dashed hopes if nothing came of it. I didn't want to jinx the order of my good fortune. I was doing splendidly playing it as it came, letting Emily set the pace and show the way. It was too good to be true, but, I only had the one alternative: force the issue, and that had never worked in the past.

I set about planning the long day ahead of me. I'd start by cleaning the house thoroughly, then groom myself in a precise manner. Then a quick visit to the barber and back home to catch a light dinner. I figured Emily wouldn't be expected home until after nine, perhaps even much later if the get together turned extra sprightly.

I was hoping for a return engagement on last night's festivities if Emmie was willing.

I set about my tasks.

DeadlyDynasty

01-13-2012, 03:45 PM

The year I met Katie-girl. It was all there. I'd like to spend one last weekend back there with my parents Wake up on Friday morning in my bed, deliver my Cleveland Plain Dealer paper route, meet Katie at Midpark High School, leave campus to have breakfast at Royal Castle. She'd sit quietly then and eat as we'd all talk about the Browns and other stuff.

Be over at Katie's at 7PM sharp, we'd walk together up to Lawsons for our goods, and then down in her basement for TV and light petting. Nothing more was permitted. "Just touch it." "No."

Her old man would make me leave at 11PM sharp. tee, hee.

Sounds like a nice little slice of Americana.

I dedicate this to you two:toast

JUz48xw_OiM

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 03:47 PM

Chapter 11.

By the time I'd returned from the barber shop I was exhausted. It was already close to five. Time, much to my approval had flown by. The house was spotless. Though I was too tired to even fix supper. I just laid down on the couch for a quick snooze. I was awakened by the persistent ring of the telephone. The house was stock still, the sun had failed the sky and darkness had set in. The illuminated clock on the cable box stated: 9:40. I'd slept undisturbed for over four hours!

I was still groggy when I picked up the receiver...

"Jake? Is that you, darling?"

"Uh, who's th....Emmie?"

"Yes, it's me, honey. I thought you'd never answer. What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Nothing. I just fell asleep a while back and it took me an extra second to wake up. How's the party going?

"Oh, it was wonderful. Everybody was in good spirits. It just broke up a few minutes ago. We're on the way home."

"We're?" I quickly straightened up, sober as a judge.

"Um, yes, Jake. Shea is with me. I couldn't let him drive alone. He's not drunk, but, he's probably over the limit. I told him we could stop at the house, get him legal and one of us could drive him back to the lounge where his car is. How does that sound, J?"

"Sounds super. I'll put on a pot of extra strong coffee and turn on the porch light. How long will you be, Em?"

"We're about 20 minutes out. Thank you, darling. See you soon."

The line went dead.

"Good God." My mind was in a daze.

It seemed to be happening at lightening speed.

I was aware enough to switch on the porch light, start the coffee maker and tidy myself up a bit.

The knot had returned and this time it was extremely large and tight.

BlackSwordsMan

01-13-2012, 03:51 PM

Seppe is it hard to crawl on the ground with your old brittle bones?

Get back to me asap.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 03:51 PM

Chapter 12.

Not 20 minutes later the headlights glanced thru the front window and I unsteadily rose from my chair.

I peered out the window ever so carefully. I did not want to seem as if I was spying on them, even though that is exactly what I was up to. The interior of the car was dark. I could see nothing but two dark shadows. Her door opened first and lit the interior immediately. Shea stepped out momentarily. Emmie was right. He did have that cowboy persona. The boots, the well worn jeans, the black checked flannel shirt. He was taller than I was expecting. At least 6'3", lean and sinewy. She came around the car and he dutifully followed her up the driveway and onto the walkway to the front porch. I had to move. I had to open the front door and greet them. But, I was frozen, in the dark. I felt woozy.

"Get a hold of yourself, boy!" I said aloud to my inner Jake, obviously.

Just as they had stepped onto the porch landing I opened the door and came face-to-face with Shea.

"Hello, Jake. Your wife was gracious enough to take mercy on me and save me from the clutches of the law."

"Jake, this is the fellow I was telling you about, Shea Hunter. Shea, my husband, Jake."

We shook hands. His grip was firm, his hand rough and worn.

"Please come in, Shea, welcome to our home."

I ventured a quick glance Emily's way and found her smiling that smile of hers. She looked not the least bit nervous, or put upon.

Emily kissed me warmly on the cheek. "It's good to be home, Jakey. I think we're just about set for the coffee. Is it ready yet, hon?"

"Should be. I'll go and..."

"No, no. Let me get it. You and Shea can sit and relax. I'll be back in a jiffy."

"How do you like the new job, Shea?" I immediately queried our guest.

"Oh, it's fine. Your wife has made the change so easy and pleasant for me. I've never felt more welcome. I'm so glad I met her. She's wonderful. You are a lucky man, Jake. I envy you."

"Wow. Thank you, Shea. She speaks highly of you as well. I think she's a might smitten with you to be honest, Shea."

"That's probably the truth. I came on kind of heavy my first day. I had no idea she was married, Jake. When I found out this evening that you were her husband I took to the bottle a bit. I was quite disappointed. Then Emily assured me that I shouldn't consider her marriage the end of us, but, rather a new beginning for us all."

I had an exhilarating feeling that no one would be leaving this house until tomorrow at the earliest.

Emily had reappeared with the coffee tray. She sat next to Shea on the couch and poured.

The coffee hit the spot and the conversation kept pace. We talked about their work, our home and of course "the weather." Soon the talk centered around those two as Emmie shared shop talk and gossip with him and got Shea to talk about his own life a little. He was 35, recently divorced and had moved to New Mexico from the Dallas-Ft. Worth area to start fresh. He had no children, and was looking forward to settling down and planting some roots in the area.

I enjoyed watching them interface so easily and comfortably. It was amazing. She was glowingly lit, enjoying the attention of this man and I found her inquisitive happiness invigorating. He was truly at ease without much effort. I was much impressed with them both. She would glance at me from time-to-time to gauge my attitude, and I smiled warmly. She looked so happy.

BlackSwordsMan

01-13-2012, 03:57 PM

Seppe that doesn't answer my question.

Double-Up

01-13-2012, 05:14 PM

...yawn. :wakeup

Black&Silver

01-13-2012, 05:55 PM

when are you coming out with chapter 13?

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 06:45 PM

Chapter 13.

"Well, you two are charming company for sure, but, I must excuse myself for just a few minutes. I'm going aloft to get out of these tight jeans and into something much less constrictive. Please excuse me, Shea."

After Emily had ascended the staircase the silence was a bit uncomfortable. It was finally broken...

"Jake, is it ok?"

"Nothing would please us more, Shea. I believe you've captured her imagination as well as her heart. She told me so last night. And I do want to share her, Shea. Please relax and enjoy yourself. I don't know exactly what she has in mind, but, I assure you it will be most unforgettable."

"I want to please her, Jake. And I will treat her as a princess, tonight and always. I'll earn your trust. It is very important to me. If I have that, I'll have Emily's trust as well."

"Sounds wonderful, Shea. She liked you from the very start. Just be yourself tonight, Shea."

Small talk about our common interests in sports ensued and I quickly learned that Shea was a knowledgeable person on many levels. I liked him from the start.

"Hey, here comes our girl now." I announced. Emmie had started to descend the staircase. She had donned a sheer white night gown, floor length. The tiniest slip of panties was visible thru the sheer material. Emily had combed out her hair and it now luxuriously laid upon her shoulders, a stark contrast to the virginal white of the gown. She'd redone her makeup, exquisitely so and she was, simply gorgeous.

"Do my men approve?"

We were speechless.

My God. Another out of body experience was taking place. I felt transported.

"I hope you two are not too sleepy. You seem so quiet."

"Poise. She had such poise." I commented to myself.

I finally rose in the ensuing silence, dimmed the lights to nothing more than black shadow and put some music on the stereo. A collection of soulful ballads by Sam Cooke was still in the player and it fit the occasion quite nicely. When I turned back Shea had taken Emily into his arms. They slowly danced to the soft music.

I sat back down in my chair, deciding in that single instant that I would be the spectator unless requested otherwise.

It seems natural. It seemed decided. It seemed right.

The Gemini Method

01-13-2012, 06:47 PM

Gotta get this story downloaded on my Kindle Fire...for sure.

That sounds like a pretty cool moment to go back to--when you got to hang out with Katie-girl...

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 06:48 PM

Chapter 14.

They were conversing in hushed tones as they clung to one another. Emmie would whisper in Shea's ear, and he would hold her tighter. Though almost pitch dark in the living room, my eyes quickly adjusted and illumination from the entertainment center helped to give the room some definition. I still could not garner a good view of Emily's bottom when she'd turn thus, but, when the angle was right, although fleetingly, at silhouette, it was magnificent. His hands had not strayed. They'd remained above her waist, holding her firmly.

She laid her head upon his shoulder as the music came to an end.

"May Shea take me to our bedroom, Jake?" She breathlessly requested in a quiet whisper.

"Shea may do whatever he chooses to do, Emily."

"I want you there, Jake. You won't leave me alone, Jake? You'll come with us?"

"Of course, darling girl."

She led Shea by the hand slowly up the staircase. I followed in their path.

Upon the landing, Shea excused himself and went into the bathroom.

Emily continued into the bedroom where she quickly lit her candles, took down our bedcovers and laid, face down on the crisp clean sheets.

I turned her makeup table chair around, sat down and rested by chin upon my folded hands across the chair's back.

"You're so wonderful to me, Jake. Thank you, my darling." Another whisper.

"I'll love you forever, Emmie." Only she could hear.

The bathroom door opened at the same time Shea hit the light switch there. I was right: Shea came to Emily naked, hard and extremely well endowed. He crossed to her in mere moments, but, it seemed to take forever. He knelt next to her at our bedside and whispered in her ear. She nodded and turned over.

"Oh, my goodness, Shea." She was taken aback by the sight of his manhood.

"I won't hurt you, princess. I promise."

"I believe you, Shea. You're my lover. I need you, Shea. Only you. Please, Shea. Hurry."

He walked around our bed and took my place next to Emily. The emotions of the moment had caused his incredible length to abate. He now hung, soft and long.

He gently kissed her face and neck. Her breathing quickly ramped up, her whimpers became evident and so very feminine.

"I need you now, Shea. I don't want to wait. Please, Shea, I need you inside me. Don't make me wait. Please. Shea?"

"My God, you are one beautiful child."

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 06:52 PM

Chapter 15.

"I want to be beautiful for you, Shea."

Shea started to remove Emmie's gown from her shoulders.

"May I keep it on, Shea, please?" She whispered.

"Sure, baby, you may keep it on."

"Hurry, Shea." She parted her thighs slightly as a reward to Shea for his gallant gesture upon her request.

The sheer material danced along her thighs, finally settling high up.

"Only for you tonight, Shea. Only you. Nobody else. Just you, Shea."

He took control now. His tumescence had returned, had even lengthened. Beneath that wisp of white panty Shea finally made contact with Emmie's pussy. Shea's hand, that calloused hand now played in my wife's loving warmth.

"Oh, my God, Shea."

He kissed her into silence as his fingers explored her depths. He muffled her anguished cries, his lips struggling to maintain firm contact with hers.

Finally. Finally she reached for him and found him. Her small hand could not accomplish a full grip, but, she explored her lover nonetheless. She released him and went lower, to find the bag that held his essence. Her moans increased as the search ended.

Shea could hold steady with his lips no longer and rose above her.

"Shea?"

"It's time, princess."

"But,,,,,"

Both hands now,,,Shea reached beneath that white gown. I heard the panty rip.
I'm sure Emily did as well. He tossed the garment on the floor halfway between my station and our bed. It glistened in the candle light. "She must be soaked." I surmised.

"Oh my God, Shea."

"It's going to be ok, princess. You'll do fine."

"I want you, Shea."

"You have me, baby. I'm right here. I won't leave, princess. I promise."

"You'll take care of me, Shea? Jake always takes good care of me. Please?"

I was mesmerized by the sight and the sounds.

Time stood still.

I swear it.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 06:55 PM

Chapter 16.

"We're both here, baby. To take good care of our girl."

"It's just that I've nev...."

Shea smiled down at her, put his finger to his lips and shushed the girl, our girl.

Emmie instantly fell silent.

Shea swiftly positioned himself between Emily's legs. He lifted and placed her slender ankles over his shoulders, then cleared the cascading white gown out of the way.

In the candle light the two looked truly magnificent. Her bottom was finally in the air, bare, free from the bed and it was an incredible sight. I had, without prior planning chosen the ideal location from which to bear witness this monumental event in all our lives.

Shea had entered a feral state. There'd be no more delay, nor idle chat. He was about his business. And no amount of coy on Emmie's part would stymie his appointment.

He fit the head of his penis to her moist opening.

"Jake, is it ok?"

"Yes, Emmie."

The penetration commenced. She was silenced by Shea's mouth upon her's. Em squealed, put her arms around his neck and rose to meet him.

I closed my eyes and just listened as their mating became unbearable to watch.

The kiss finally broke...as I heard Shea command her, "Open up, princess, we've quite a way to go......that's better, baby."

I opened my eyes once again. The scene before my eyes was incredible.

He had hold of her bottom cheeks which gave him a nice foundation from which to apply his lessons.

Plainly, the candle light showed all. His sack was loose and hanging down. He was nowhere near finished.

A chant of "please, please, please, please, please" had begun to emanate from Emily. She was in a trance of desire, mixed with fear. I wanted to reach out for her, but, I instinctively knew that I should forsake her and allow her to venture this path without me, her husband.

I settled back down, and once again rested my chin upon my folded hands.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 06:57 PM

Chapter 17.

"Almost all in, beautiful."

I saw immediately that this was an untruth, but, I knew that Shea must be striving to allow Emmie a measure of accomplishment. That she had taken him all the way. Very selfless of this man and I was much impressed.

She could never take his entire length, and we both knew it, but, she didn't have to share in this knowledge.

"Bless him." I silently cited Shea.

The stroking thus started. The strokes were even, long and measured precisely. He did not want to alarm her and so he'd pull out completely and then plunge back inside her about 6 inches, perhaps an inch more, but, no further. She relaxed presently and her level of joy grew boundless. The chanting ceased, she opened her eyes, and smiled up at her lover.

"Can I get on top, Shea? She even queried.

"Uh, uh, girl. You stay where you are. I'm just about ready."

"Uh, oh." Emmie responded in her most girlish tone.

Sure enough a quick glance at the particulars displayed the truth. The hanging bag was all but gone. His sack had tightened up, close to his body. The end was fast approaching.

"I hope you come a lot, Shea. Please, for me?"

"Princess, you are so beautiful."

"For me."

He now worked toward the end with diligence and focus. He was quick, but, not fast. His stride did not break as the end arrived in a crescendo.

Their eyes never broke contact.

manufan10

01-13-2012, 06:57 PM

What's it like having been on television?

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Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:01 PM

Chapter 18.

I excused myself for a quick bathroom break.

"You'll come right back, won't you, Jakey?"

"Sure, sweetheart, I'll be gone but a minute."

When I returned they were cuddling, whispering softly to one another.

Shea was naturally oblivious to Emmie's way to orgasm, and I felt sympathy for her plight.

"I think our girl needs something." I spoke up.

"Jake, please, it's ok. We don't have to."

"Nonsense, little one. Shea will take care of you if we show him how. Right, Shea?"

"Anything for my princess."

I think Emmie so enjoyed the "princess" accolade. I had spoiled her and now Shea was following suit. I smiled at them both.

"Well, alright, you two. Jakey, will you say Shea's name again, you know, like before?"

"Sure, baby, if that's what you want."

"Move your chair closer, ok, J?" She whispered to me.

Emmie nestled down into the bedding, parted her thighs just the tiniest bit and put her fingers in. Of course her eyes were tightly shut. She is a corker indeed.

My eyes found his and I motioned for him to take down the top of her nightgown.

He ever so gently moved her gown straps to just below her small breasts. He then began to nurse at them, in turn.

"Shea." I whispered softly to my wife.

"Oh, God, please, Jake."

Her fingers were nimble and busy. She wouldn't last long at this rate. Not with Shea at her breasts and my words in her mind. We were relentless...

"Shea." I repeated.
"Shea."
"Shea."
"Shea."

"Tell me, Jake. I want to know, J. Please, you must tell me now. I want to hear."

"He'll make love to you with tenderness and reserve, Emmie. Yes, your cowboy will take good care of his princess. He won't let anything happen to his little girl. He'll allow you to keep your beautiful white gown about yourself. You look so gorgeous in it. And he'll be sweet and gentle when he finally finds you there. He won't hurry, baby. He'll be there, inside of you forever. And when forever comes he'll make sure to anoint you in perfection. You'll know then that your Shea loves you, sweetheart.

It will be then that he'll attend to your beautiful breasts. You've wanted him to since you met him. I know you have. I know my little girl."

"Jakey, please, just one last time for your little girl."

"Shea."

Shea covered her mouth with his, blunting her screams at release.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:04 PM

Chapter 19.

Emily fell asleep immediately afterward. Shea was a bit alarmed, but, I gave him a thumbs up and motioned to the door. He headed for the bathroom as I attended to Emmie, tucking her in with her little quilt and kissing her goodnight.

She was mostly out of it, but, managed a "Goodnight, Jakey, good night Shea. I love you both." before the sandman came for her and took her away. I picked up her torn underwear, set them on her night stand, blew out the candles, save one, checked on our girl one last time, pulled the door just about closed behind me and headed down the stairs.

Shea, clothed once again appeared momentarily.

"Your wife is so wonderful, Jake. I'm completely taken with her. I don't know what else to say, except I hope you'll invite me back soon."

"Soon? You're not going anywhere my fine fellow. I was hoping. I'm sure we're both hoping that you'll spend the weekend with us, Shea. Please?"

"Of course. I'm so glad you asked. I'd like nothing better."

"We only have the one bedroom and the couch, Shea. I'd like to suggest you take the bed, but, I'm not sure how Emmie would respond upon waking and finding you there. She can be quite precocious at times. I'm sure by tomorrow night she'll know which end is up and we'll switch around. How does that sound, Shea?"

"That's sound great. But, even then I'd prefer not to make you leave your bed, Jake."

"Well, let us allow your princess to make that determination. Shall we, Shea?" I said with a smile.

"You're a good guy, Jake. Emily is a lucky woman. Thank you, Jake. For everything."

"You're most welcome, Shea. I'm gonna head on up. Fresh linens are in the closet by the bathroom near the kitchen. The frig is well stocked. The television is at your disposal. Please, Shea, make yourself to home. And I mean that sincerely. Otherwise, we'll feel offended. Ok?"

Shea nodded agreeably. "Good night, Jake."

"Night, Shea."

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:09 PM

Chapter 20.

I awoke early the next morning with Emmie joyfully playing in my junk.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. You may think I produced this, but, this is how I found you when I woke a few minutes ago."

I looked down. It was at full mast, hard as iron.

"You haven't been up yet, I assume?"

"No. I wanted to take care of this for you first, honey. You shouldn't wait so long. I'm sorry I fell asleep before I took care of you, sweetheart."

"hmmm." I thought to myself. She didn't know about our overnight houseguest.

"You lay back now and let little Emmie do all the work."

"I'm on the edge already so tread carefully, Em. Please."

"Well, in that case I'll take hold of your sack and squeeze tight once you're firmly imbedded."

"Emmie, you know full well I won't last 10 second if you do that."

She only giggled and mounted me at once.

"Wait. You haven't bathed yet?"

"No. I told you I woke just before you." She grabbed hold of me.

"Wait. His stuff is still in there."

"So what. You're being silly." She started to guide me there.

"Wait. I don't know about this, Emily."

She rolled her eyes and frowned at me. "Please. For me, Jake. Just for me?"

"Fine. Go ahead."

"Oh, goody!"

Honestly, it felt no different.

I'd hoped she'd forgotten about squeezing my nut sack, but, the girl forgets nothing. I'd no sooner found my groove than she winked at me, reached back and grabbed the whole thing in one fell swoop.

"Watch what happens when I do this." She was on this morning. Definitely on. I braced for it, and she granted no mercy. She'd never squeezed quite this tight before and when she did I released endless torrents inside her body. I groaned from deep in my soul.

"How'd you like that, Jakey?"

"Oh, that was swell, Emmie. Thanks so much." What a ball buster, eh?

She became all at once introspective. "Uh, oh." I sighed to myself.

"What I can't understand, Jake, is Shea looked so incredibly long last night when I first saw it, but, yet when he was inside me and stated he was "all in" it felt only a little bit bigger than yours. It was really no problem at all. I think I did good, don't you, Jake?"

I laughed to myself. "I was very proud of you, darling. You were so very brave."

"Anyway, my turn, Jake."

"Your turn? You didn't get enough last night?"

"Please? I'll be quick. Not as quick as you, but, I'll hurry. Ok?"

"Ok, doll. Lie still now. Where should I start?"

"You know, where you always start, with his name."

I laughed softly at her firm direction.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, baby. You're just so precious."

"He is so beautiful, Jake. Isn't he, J? I miss him so, Jake."

"Close your eyes now, little one."

I started:

"Shea is beautiful."
"Shea is downstairs."
"Shea is on the couch."
"Shea is staying the weekend."

Her eyes flew open during the last of the "Sheas" as she darted from our bed, grabbed her bathrobe and headed out the bedroom door.

"Shea is also asleep, uh, princess." I quickly admonished her fleeing person.

She returned momentarily, clutching the bathrobe closed, face flushed.

"Shea is down there, Jake. He's asleep. He's on the couch. I saw him. He's still there."

"I know. I just told you that. Now come here and let's finish you. You're bouncing off the walls, sweetheart."

"Not necessary. I have to take a bath and get my Saturday best on. Shea is spending the weekend. You said so. I want to fix my two favorite men in the world a swell brunch."

"Fine, but, I'll prepare our brunch. You take care of you. I'll head down right away."

"Jake, you're so kind to me. Thank you, so much for inviting Shea to be with us for the weekend. That was so wonderful of you. Just one more favor, por favor."

What's that, Em?" I asked.

"Please be extra quiet in the kitchen." She'd lowered her tone now to a whisper: "Shea is still sleeping."

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:12 PM

Chapter 21.

I figured as long as I was up there I'd change the sheets and tidy the bedroom before heading down.

Everything was ship-shape in less than 15 minutes. I purposely left the torn panty on Emmie's nightstand.

Passing by the closed bathroom door I heard Emily singing softly on the other side.

On the way down the stairs I took a peek at Shea. He was still fast asleep. He seemed perfectly comfortable. I was gladdened.

The kitchen was undisturbed so I figured that Shea had not made use of it. He would be hungry as well upon waking. I started immediately about the business of brunch. Hand made hash brown potatoes, bacon, scrambled eggs, and my own special recipe of French toast would be the bill of fare. First things first though, a large pot of fresh coffee was started. I needed some instant fuel and that first cup hit me up quite nicely. I was a half-hour into brunch preparations when Emily bounded in. She must have rushed something fierce up there.

She spoke in whispers:

"Shea is still sleeping. Should I wake him?"

"Emmie, no. Let the man sleep." I followed her in whispers.

I found Emily frowning upon turning from the stove to check her. Oh, boy, she had chosen to dress I suppose appropriately. This outfit had been a favorite of mine for years, but, I hadn't seen it for quite a spell. Jean shorts, frayed, and her plain white t-shirt. The kicker? The t-shirt extended down past the edge of the shorts so upon first glance one did not know if she were bottomless under there. She'd tied her soft tresses into an adorable pony-tail and donned a pink sun visor to top the ensemble off.

To say she was gorgeous would be doing her an injustice. The sight was breathtaking. "My God." I remarked to myself.

"You could help me with brunch." I suggested kissing her on the cheek.

"No, no. I'm too nervous. How should I act today? What are the ground rules, Jake?"

I chuckled. "There are no rules, honey-bun. Just be little Emmie and have fun. Shea was grateful for the invite last night, so I'm sure he wants to have some fun as well. He likes you very much, he told me so after you fell asleep."

"He did?"

"Yep."

"What exactly did he say, Jakey?"

I laughed again.

"Jake, don't tease me so. I want to be a good girl for you both this weekend. Help me, please?"

I turned down the burners, took her into my arms and held her tight. She was trembling ever so slightly. "You'll be fine, little one. Relax and enjoy our new friend. And remember, no rules." I emphatically ended my speech to the troop, with a firm pat on her fanny.

"You're the best, Jake. I love you so."

"I love you too, baby-girl. Now's what's with the sun visor?" I turned back to my stove, and increased the heat.

"I thought we could play croquet this morning after breakfast." I resisted chuckling again. She'd been after me to play croquet with her since we'd received the set last Christmas from her parents. It was still in the basement, unopened. "Sure, we can do that. Your cowboy looks like the croquet type."

"Boy, oh boy, I wish he'd wake up already. I can't wait to see him."

"Well, good news, brunch is just about there. Perhaps you should wake him, Em."

She was gone in a flash, thankfully so. As she didn't hear me laugh.

I watched from the kitchen door.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:14 PM

Chapter 22.

She knelt down next to the couch by Shea's face. But, she was so very still for several moments. She was watching him sleep. It was truly an adorable sight.

She whispered into his ear and kissed his forehead.

Shea opened his eyes. "hmmmmm, good morning, little princess."

"Jake told me you like me." I smiled.

"Jake is correct."

"I like you too, Shea."

"Well, good, now that's settled."

"Can I lay down with you, Shea, you know on the couch, with you?"

"Honey, if I don't use the bathroom soon, I'm going to burst."

"Well, ok, but, tonight I want to cuddle with you on the couch, ok?"

"Ok, princess, it's a date."

Shea got up. He'd slept in his jeans, but, had taken off his shirt.

He grabbed his shirt off the back of the couch and headed for the bathroom. I ducked back into the kitchen, but, not before catching a fleeting glimpse of Emmie stopping Shea and hugging him tightly.

"Girl, you're so sweet." He said to her.

On the way past the kitchen door Shea peeked in quickly, "Good morning, Jake."

"Hey, my good man." But, he had passed by and on into the bathroom.

"Can we eat soon, Jakey? I'm starving. Shea is hungry too, I betcha." Emily had followed Shea thru, but, had taken the kitchen exit back to me.

"All ready."

"C'mon, Shea, breakfast is ready." Emmie called out to Shea. Probably a little too loud, but, Shea should know by now what he'd gotten himself into. I smiled again to myself and set the table. This time, she helped.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:17 PM

Chapter 23.

The food melted away quickly. We were all famished. Conversation was light, mostly salutations about the food and talk about "the weather." Emmie made us promise to play croquet with her after breakfast. I caught Shea's eye after we'd thus promised and we shared a smile.

"Is there a store close by? I need some fresh, uh, well, underwear and few other items." Shea queried the table. I immediately pointed to Emmie. "She's your expert guide, Shea. Emily knows shopping like the back of her hand."

"Goody. We'll all go right after croquet." Emmie bubbled up.

"Why don't you two set up the croquet course, and I'll do up these dishes in the mean time. Shea, if you'll be so kind as to fetch the croquet set from the basement. It's right around the corner as you get to the bottom of the steps. The light switch is just inside the doorway leading down. Emmie, can you help Shea?"

"Sure, c'mon, Shea." She remained at the top of the stairs as he went down.

"Hey, you have a pool table." I heard him call up. "It's a nice one."

"Oh, that. That's Jake's pride and joy. He's pretty good too, I think."

"Do you play, Shea?" I queried as he topped the basement steps.

"Oh, sure. I'm not too bad myself."

"C'mon, Shea, let's set it up. Hurry, please?" Emmie implored him holding the back screen door open.

Out of view of Emily I teasingly waved goodbye to Shea. He winked at me, and followed our girl out into the backyard.

"Hmm, he plays pool, eh? He's 'not too bad,' eh?" The birth of a doozey of a plan took immediate root.

I watched from the kitchen window in front of the sink as they set up the course in the backyard. Emmie was wonderful. Knowing without being told to exhibit reserve and decorum in front of our neighbors she conducted herself admirably. Shea, being the gentleman he is followed her example. She was radiant. Emily is a very affectionate girl so I knew that the restraint she displayed was not easy for her.

Laughing and joking as she read off the directions-Shea set up those hoop things at the referenced intervals. She never looked back at the house as I was watching. She was content and having fun. I decided then to leave them at their play.

I retrieved the morning paper from the front porch stoop and sat at the kitchen table with a fresh cup of java. The sound of the wooden balls being struck by their mallets, coupled with their laughter was kind and reassuring. The morning moved easily along.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:20 PM

Chapter 24.

I had moved to my chair and was watching a Tarzan movie when I heard them come thru the back door. They'd been out there a couple hours, if not more.

"You must be so thirsty, Shea. I'll get you a cold one." Emily sounded wonderful.

"Thank you, princess." They sat at the kitchen table and talked about work and such. I half listened/half watched my movie. She could go on forever when you got her started. And Shea, God bless him, had started her up good and proper.

"I wonder where Jake got off to?" She commented after a while.

"I'm in here, you two." I called out to them.

"Oh, eavesdropping on us, eh?" Emily teased.

They walked into the living room hand-in-hand. I hit the mute button.

"Let's go shopping now, ok, guys?"

"Honey, I'm whacked out. You two go ahead without me. I'll stick around and mind the store if that is agreeable. Ok, sweetheart, Shea?"

"Oh, well, ok, I guess." Emmie sounded cautious.

Shea excused himself to use the facilities. Once he was gone, Emmie came to me, sat on my lap, and hugged my neck. "Thank you, for this morning, Jakey. It was so much fun playing croquet with Shea. He let me win. He said he didn't, but, I know better. I like him so, Jake."

"I know you do, baby. You two have fun shopping, and perhaps luncheon before you head back? Call me and you can bring me back something, ok?"

Her eyes welled. "You're so good to me, Jake. You know when I want alone time and you know when I need you with us. You're the best, and I love you so, sweetheart."

"C'mon, now, no crying, Em. Please. Just have fun this afternoon, and this evening we'll have a cookout with the cowboy. How does that sound?"

"Terrific!" She dabbed her eyes with a tissue just as Shea left the bathroom and joined us again.

"Let me freshen up just a little bit before we get going. Ok, boys?" She didn't even climb the steps to her bathroom, instead going the shorter route to the downstairs one.

"She's something else again, Jake. A force of nature."

"I know, Shea. Emily is a true wonderment."

"I'm ready!" Emmie bounded almost instantly from the bathroom. "Let's move it, Shea. Lot's of shopping to do." We all laughed easily. A quick peck on the cheek for me, she held out her hand to Shea who grasped it tightly. They headed for the door.

"Take good care of our girl, Shea."

"Without a doubt, Jake. Adios."

I watched from behind the front screen door. Sure enough she released his hand as they descended the porch steps.

She led the way to her car. I smiled at the sight.

And presently they were gone.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:34 PM

Chapter 25.

I was grateful for the solitude. I needed to gather my thoughts. I sat down on my chair, pulled out the leg rest and leaned back, getting my comfortable on.

Last night, in our bedroom with Shea seemed like a eons ago. So much had happened. Too much? Not enough? I was undecided. I needed to recount last night in order to get a bearing on where we were exactly. It was during this virtual playback of the VCR in my mind when the sandman came for me. With a muted Johnny Weissmuller calling forth his elephant herds I surrendered to that sandman.

Once again I was wakened by the telephone. I grabbed it, God knows how many rings in...

"Hello?"

"Hi, sweetheart. It's me. We're on our way back. We didn't stop for lunch. Wanted to save our appetites for the cook out you promised. Shea is in the store getting us sodas. I wanted to call you real quick to give you a heads up on a favor I need from you. It's a big un."

"Uh, oh," I said to myself.

Turns out she was going to excuse yourself upon arrival, go upstairs and into her bathroom. I was to wait a few minutes, then excuse myself on the pretense that I'd heard her calling me from up there. Then I was to knock twice on the bathroom door before entering. And then she'd tell me the rest. The subterfuge seemed a bit over the top, but, it was Emmie. It's her way.

In the interim I grabbed a soda myself, sat back down, switched back to sound and fled thru the channels. I caught the reflection of the sun off the paint job and chrome as she pulled in.

I got up to look, and found her already exiting the car. "Oh, boy, it must be a big un." Knowing my Emmie: it could be anything twixt wanting to ski Marblehead next weekend, and a trip cross the border into Mexico tomorrow morn. She waited for Shea to join her and they walked up together, hands free.

"Hello, young lovers." I greeted them happily.

"Wow, did we shop. Shea even helped me pick out some things for his new apartment."

Shea and I shared a smile.

"The girl can shop." Shea added.

"Guy's I hate to be rude, but, I need to go upstairs for just a little bit." She shot me a furtive glance and some kind of upward nod and then scampered up the stairs. The bathroom door shut quietly.

"Shea, she wants to talk to me alone." I said in hushed tones. "She called from the road a few minutes ago. She's up to something. God only knows what it is. If you'll excuse me?"

"Sure, Jake, take your time. I'll get the packages out of the car and bring them in."

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:38 PM

Chapter 26.

I felt silly knocking twice, but, what the hell.

"Is that you, J?"

"No, it's Ish Kabbible."

I went in.

"What's up, Em?" She was on the toilet. I took my seat on the edge of the bathtub, per the usual.

"Don't be a smarty." She admonished.

"Ok, I'm sorry, what's up?"

"I want to give Shea a very special present tonight. But, I need your permission."

My stomach tightened immediately at the word "permission."

"What is it, Em?"

"I want to give him my butt."

"You what?" I was floored.

"Shush. He'll hear you."

"No way, Jose'."

"Why not? Don't be mean, Jake."

"Mean, my foot. He's just way too big for you back there. He'd hurt you, Emmie."

"Nonsense. You even said I was very brave after I took it all last night. Sure, it was in my other, you know private place, but, it still fit quite easily in there."

I knew now it was a mistake to deceive her. I silently cursed myself for the deception.

"Emmie, you can say 'my pussy.' It's ok."

"No, no. Good girls don't say such things. And I want to be your good girl. Yours and Shea's. Please say 'yes,' for me?"

"No."

"I'll cry. He'll see."

She was becoming petulant, and she was impossible then. I had to do something.

"And if you cry, he will indeed see, and he'll get upset and most likely want to leave. And then, then you won't get the present I was going to give to you tomorrow afternoon, before Shea leaves."

"You bought me a present?" She leveled a smidgeon.

"I didn't buy it, I created it."

"What is it?"

"It's a surprise."

"I know that. But, what is it?"

Emmie had never quite accepted the process and reality of "the surprise." This afternoon was no different.

"As a surprise I will not tell you, until I am ready to give it to you tomorrow afternoon."

"You're mean."

I grabbed her moist towelette case and held it open for her. "Thank you." She wiped a few times, flushed the toilet, pulled up her panties and shorts, washed her hands thoroughly, checked herself in the mirror above the sink and sat down on the toilet seat lid which I had, in the interim lowered, per the usual.

Obviously we were not finished.

"I thank you in advance for my present, but, I still want to give Shea my butt. I even bought a portable enema kit this afternoon when Shea wasn't looking."

"You're not listening, Em, he's way too big. No."

Her eyes welled. She grabbed a small piece of toilet paper off the roll and dabbed at the tears, per the usual.

"Damn it, Em." God help me, I caved in. "How bout this, sweetheart, I'll go downstairs and speak to Shea about it. See what he thinks. How does that sound?"

She looked spears thru me. "Oh, my God. Are you crazy? I'd die of shame if he knew about this."

"That's ridiculous. If you end up doing it he'll have to know about it. Right?"

"Oh, yeah, that is right. How silly of me."

"Can I go down now?"

"Wait. Tell him it's your idea. Tell him I'm indifferent and I will go along with whatever you two decide. Ok?"

"No, Emily, I'm going to tell him the truth. That's the only way."

"Oh, alright. But, I'll wait here. Remember, knock twice when you come back............go on, what are waiting for? Hurry. He's down there all alone wondering what in the world has become of us." Almost as an afterthought she added: "I hope he goes balls deep tonight. I read about that in my last month's issue of Cosmopolitan."

I shook my head as I left the bathroom. I heard her throw the lock as I trudged down the steps.

"She's driving me nuts." I said to myself upon leaving that bathroom.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:44 PM

Chapter 27.

"What's going on, guy?" Shea queried me upon arrival. I also took quick notice that the living room was chock full of packages and shopping bags. Emmie had been busy, per the usual.

"Long story short, Shea, she wants you to take her anal cherry tonight. She wants to give you, as she puts it "her butt" as a present." I figured, just get to the damn point. No shilly-shallying about. Shea's jaw dropped precipitously.

I explained to him the whole kit and caboodle: Emily's proposal, our unintended joint ruse about her taking "all in" upstairs last night. "Her bravery." The whole enchilada. I held nothing back, save the secret purchase of the enema kit when he wasn't looking this afternoon, her referencing last month's issue of Cosmo, and of course her threats to cry in front of him if she didn't get her way. I could confess only so much.

"She's determined, Shea."

"I think one more night of withholding the whole truth will be less hurtful, than if we ruined our evening with the whole truth." Shea went on: "You can both trust me. I would never hurt Emily in any way, Jake. Please believe me."

I offered my hand to him. Shea never missed a beat. He grasped it firmly, we shook vigorously.

"Excuse me, Shea. I'll relay the good news to your princess."

"Please, Jake, permit me. I'd so enjoy this privilege."

I stopped dead in my tracks. "Don't do it, Jake." I silently beseeched myself.

The good side of my inner Jake admonished me: "NO!" The evil side of my inner Jake wholeheartedly brazened: "YES!"

I did a stiff about face...

"I think that's a swell idea, Shea. Knock twice, my good man. Now, forward, march!"

When Shea started for the staircase I commenced a silent count backwards from 60,..59, 58,57......At 39 I confirmed his second soft knock upon the bathroom door.

"Who's there, is that you, Jakey?" Her soft voice low.

"No, princess, it's me, Shea."

The scream, her scream even alarmed me and I was counting on it. I figured right off I'd better go up. I took the staircase three steps at-a-time and arrived I suppose about count 19 or so.

"Go away, Shea. Go away, please." Emmie wailed. "I'll never forgive Jake for sending you up here like this. Oh, my God."

Shea was all smiles and silenced me with a hand signal. I stopped at his command, and stepped to the side. He knew.

"Emily. Jake didn't send me. I requested that he let me come and see you. I wanted to thank you for the wonderful present you've entrusted me with."

"Oh, Lord. I'm so embarrassed. You should go just go now Shea. Please."

"Princess, it's ok. Let me in. I want to talk to you."

"No way, Jose'. You're both are so mean. I could never face you now. Jake ruined it. Please just go away. Oh, God."

"Baby, it's ok, let me take care of my little princess tonight, please?"

A couple of soft sniffles emanated from within'. "You won't laugh at me, Shea, ever?"

"Never. I'll cherish your present forever and ever, princess. It's the most wonderful present I've ever received."

"And you'll be sure to take good care of me always, but, especially tonight?"

"I promise, Emily. Cross my heart."

In the interminable silence that followed the lock finally released. "You may come in now, Shea."

I do not know what was said between them. I never asked. I decided to allow them their privacy and I thus retreated to the living room, and my chair and awaited their return. After awhile they came down, Shea leading Emmie by the hand. She ran to me, sat in my lap, hugged my neck and whispered in my ear:

"We're even now."

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:48 PM

Chapter 28.

The cookout was a resounding success. Filets, fresh corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, washed down with home made sweet tea. We had regrouped in the living room, relaxing, too full to move. The dishes would wait. I'd taken up station on my chair of course, while Emmie was finally able to corral her cowboy upon the couch. He was sitting on the far end, boots off, socked feet up upon the coffee table, her head in his lap, facing him, her cheek up against his belt buckle while he ever so gently stroked her soft hair. She was dozing. I could tell. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even and effortless. Our eyes met, and Shea gave me a nod of kindness. I smiled back.

Presently, the evening light failed the sky. I carefully placed her little quilt over Emmie. She stirred momentarily, then fell back into slumber. Shea had by now joined her in sleep. His fingers still carefully holding several strands of her hair. I turned on the floor lamp next to my chair to it's lowest setting, grabbed the TV Guide off the near end of the coffee table and quietly perused it.

Our truly magical evening had begun.

A half hour later I was doing up the dishes as quietly as possible. Just about the time I'd finished Emmie padded into the kitchen in her slippers, looking sleepy, though contented.

"I dozed off, didn't I, honey?"

"Yes, you certainly did. You needed that little nap. You were over-tired, huh, baby-girl?"

"Boy, oh boy, was I. I feel much better now."

"How's your Shea doing?"

"He's still asleep. I covered him with my quilt. He looks very comfy. Come and see, Jake. He's so cute." I marked the moment in my mind: Emmie never lent that quilt out, ever.

I hung up the dish towel, went over to the doorway, and peeked into the living room. Shea was fast asleep, sitting up. He looked completely relaxed though.

"He's my cowboy, you know. He let me take off his boots when you were upstairs after supper. They feel so soft and leathery. I just love 'em."

"Jake, when do you suppose we'll start, you know, having our time together tonight? I can't wait to give Shea his present.

"Well, why don't you help me prepare dessert and a pot of fresh coffee. Then we'll wake your cowboy and see what he thinks. Sound good, angel?"

"It sounds scrumptious."

Emily started the coffee while I prepared the ice cream sundaes. Vanilla ice cream topped with chocolate and maraschino cherries.

Once she'd started the coffee, Emily insisted that she wake Shea.

"Gently, girl. He's in for a long night." I teased. I patted her bottom sending her on her way.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:51 PM

Chapter 29.

I heard Shea's deep laughter all at once and peeked around the corner from the kitchen. He'd surprised Emmie by playing possum and had gathered her into his arms upon his lap. She quickly wrestled into a position straddling his waist as he continued his good natured laugh. He held her bottom now with both hands, hefting the tight twin globes. I think he was judging the challenge and work ahead of him this fine night, or, so I enjoyed imagining such an ulterior motive and plan.

"I dislike having to interrupt two young lovers such as yourselves, but, the ice cream is beginning to melt. If you'd be so kind as to pass out the dishes, Emmie, I'll go back for the coffee."

"Yippee! Ice cream." Emmie's favorite dessert was ice cream.

"Here's yours, Shea."

"Thank you, princess. And thank you, Jake." As I walked back in with the coffee tray.

Over dessert we talked about their afternoon purchases. The bags and packages still loitered the living room in full force. Most items were to start Shea's household. I was told intently by Emily.

"Gosh, I wish I could help you set all these neat things up, Shea. What is your apartment like?"

"It's empty, but, because of your expert guidance today I'll have somewhere to start. Maybe you could even come by sometime and show me how all this stuff works, huh, princess?"

"Yes, maybe I could." Emmie answered back cautiously as out of the corner of my eye I saw her glance my way.

Several minutes after Emily had poured the coffee I put my aforementioned plan into action.

"I have a suggestion, youngsters."

"Uh, oh." Emmie immediately piped up in her incomparable way & tone. She was of course sitting close to Shea on the couch, knees drawn up, her coffee mug gripped in both hands.

"How bout a pool tournament twixt myself and Shea? First prize is the right side of the bed for the entire night."

We both looked at Shea simultaneously.

"Sure, I'm up for it."

"One warm up game, then best 2 out of 3 games of Eight Ball. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Shall we adjourn to the basement, my good man?"

"Lead the way, kind sir."

"I can come, can't I? I want to watch, please?" Emmie implored us as we moved thru the living room.

"Of course, little one, if it's ok with Shea, it's jake with Jake." An old inside joke passed the two preoccupied love birds by in an instant.

"C'mon, princess, you're with me." He held his hand out to her, she ran to him and clutched it tightly.

"Oh, boy. Thanks, guys."

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 07:56 PM

Chapter 30.

"What's this doing down here, Jake? I just saw this case in the upstairs hall closet not two days ago." My black leather cue case was sitting atop the pool table where I had deposited it during their earlier nap.

"That's my Dufferin."

"I know what it is, Jake, but, you only take that Dufferin to the tournaments in Santa Fe." Her brow was furrowed. She looked adorably cross. "What's it doing down here, Jake?"

"This is a tournament, is it not, Shea?"

"Sure is. All's fair in love and war, princess." Shea smiled broadly. His princess didn't look so jovial.

Shea made a choice from the cue rack hanging on the wall and chalked up.

"Jakey, you should be ashamed of yourself." She moped on down to the far end of the pool table and sank into one of the tall chairs I'd purchased from a going out of business sale at a local billiard hall years ago. A glance her way was met by a disapproving glare. "Yikes!" I said aloud and winked at her. She crossed her arms in response.

"Shea, as our guest, you may break the practice game."

Shea proved no slouch at pool. Uh, uh. I'd be challenged that was plain to see from the very start. But, it was my house, my table, and it was my bed.

He sank the 8 ball to end the practice session to the wild cheers of his favorite fan.

"Yea, for Shea! Yea, for Shea!" She chanted again and again without end.

The first game was a blitz. Shea turned out to be quite cold blooded. I glanced Emmie's way again and was met by the sight of her sticking her tongue out at me. I rolled my eyes in response.

Game two was an act of vengeance. I granted my adversary no mercy. I brought forth the full complement of my pool acumen. I beat him flat, "Eddie Felson" style. And no one came to break my thumbs behind frosted glass.

I broke the final game and we got down to it. The basement had grown deathly quiet. Even our girl had went stock still. Just the sound of ivory smacking each other around and leather tips making solid contact each and every time.

I missed. As Shea sized up the table I stole a glance Emmie's way. She'd softened, and with the brightest eyes imaginable mouthed the words "Please, for me?" I shook my head emphatically "No." She placed her hands together in silent prayer as those eyes, my God, those gorgeous eyes pleaded for mercy. I steeled myself though and shook her off.

Shea finally missed. I'd been to this place many a time in Santa Fe: this was my killing ground. Two more balls and then the 8. No problem. I chalked up, bent to the task, the first one fell, dead in it's pot. The second followed suit. The cue ball, obeying the directive I'd sent it to came to rest precisely where I'd commanded it after first nudging the 8 into position. Unfortunately for the two youngsters in basement attendance the 8 was D.O.A. "Right corner pocket,,,,straight." I said it with a clarity and a conviction that surprised even it's author.

I'd cut that black heart just enough to avoid following it home. I straightened up, reached for the chalk and took my time. I bent again, then compromised my close focus and found in the long view her face, crisp and clear and so close to perfection. I could no longer read that face correctly though. She was just so absolutely gorgeous. My heart stopped just for an instant. I swear it. For some damn reason she slowly stood, breaking the long view and sending me instantly back into close focus. Pure white and black were once again alone and so very sharp. I shot it true. The 8 hit the pocket hard and jammed. It never made the pot. The cue ball? It caromed wildly left and found a home for the night in it's own bed, left corner pocket....straight.

It was she, Emily who finally broke the eerie silence as she bounded forward hugging my neck first, then running to Shea to hug his. Tears had welled, yes once again, tears had welled in those eyes as she couldn't stop hugging us in turn. Shea and I were finally (between the endless hugs) able to shake hands as she jumped up and down in her joy. A firm handshake is a true measure of a man and Emmie was correct in her appraisal from the start. Shea was a man's man. It was during I'd guesstimate the third round of hugs when she whispered in my ear: "Thank you, Jake, I'll never forget what you did for me, my darling boy." Then she scampered after Shea for yet the start of another round of hugs. What a cutie.

mavs>spurs

01-13-2012, 07:57 PM

this is some dumbass, stupid, fucked up shit. any man who is into this cuckoled shit isn't a man at all.

Trill Clinton

01-13-2012, 07:57 PM

sup with all these book quotes?

mavs>spurs

01-13-2012, 07:58 PM

i'm thinking culbear actually wrote this gay shit dude

Trill Clinton

01-13-2012, 08:03 PM

:lol @ chapter 30. Guiseppe, you wrote this shit, b?:rollin:rollin:rollin

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 08:06 PM

Of course I wrote it.

Trill Clinton

01-13-2012, 08:11 PM

what is the book about?

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 08:12 PM

A weekend of fantasy fulfillment in the cuckhold category.

Trill Clinton

01-13-2012, 08:14 PM

Oh okay...I wouldn't let any of my off line friends read that shit.

BlackSwordsMan

01-13-2012, 10:33 PM

you actually think he wrote any of that shit? you're lucky enough to get a sentence out of him without his dumbass repeating his same quotes

Magua

01-13-2012, 10:41 PM

What are the 39 Steps?

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 10:46 PM

you actually think he wrote any of that shit? you're lucky enough to get a sentence out of him without his dumbass repeating his same quotes

Don't be jealous, Swordsy.

monosylab1k

01-13-2012, 10:58 PM

How many chapters of this is there, Cully? I know lakaluva will shit bricks if you ever get around to writing chapter 134.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 11:26 PM

46 Chapters.

Brandon Bass

01-13-2012, 11:29 PM

46 Chapters.

Good loa'd thas a lotta chapters!

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 11:32 PM

WARNINGS:::It's get a little freaky here on out. At one point I'm in bed with the guy and he's commanding me to do his bidding. At another point I get my oil checked, and at yet still another juncture I'm checkin' an asshole.

manufan10

01-13-2012, 11:34 PM

How many chapters of this is there, Cully? I know narutoluva will shit bricks

fify

if you ever get around to writing chapter 134.

:lmao

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 11:35 PM

Chapter 31.

We reassembled in the living room, me on my Lazy Boy, those two hands-in-hands on the couch. Emily facing away from me. Emmie was talking a mile a minute to Shea about how they would to be "bunking" together. Yep, she actually said the word "bunking." I bet that one wasn't in her Cosmo. About how she liked to be held, but, only after she'd fallen asleep. How he should check on her every now and again, because that was the rule. And to make sure her favorite quilt was close to her at all times. That her mama and pa had given it to her on her wedding day and that she'd never slept without it a single night. (Note to my inner Jake: whatever you do don't forget that damn quilt tomorrow afternoon.) I saw him grinning ear-to-ear over her shoulders.

By the time our girl had wound down we were both in stitches.

"I'm a little scared. That's why I'm carrying on so." She said quietly as she once again sat back against the couch cushions. She'd let go of his one hands, but, not the other. No way.

We fell silent.

"Should I go upstairs now and get ready, guys?"

"I think that's a good idea, princess." Shea said as he put his arm around and took her in close.

"Jake, you haven't forgotten about my present tomorrow, have you?" She turned to me.

"Of course not, girl. Tomorrow afternoon for certain."

"I wouldn't ask you again to tell me what it is, unless you wanted to tell me. Do you want to tell me?"

"Emmie, no."

"Oh, alright. I'm just stalling anyway. I'm goin', I'm goin'."

And away she went, swiftly leaving the living room and bounding the steps.

We immediately heard both the bath water and her humming start simultaneously. She was going to leave the bathroom door open. We smiled at one another, leaned over and knocked knuckles.

"Shea, the bathroom there has a small, but, very functional shower. You go first and then I'll take a rinse."

"Sounds great. Let me search thru these bags real quick. I bought some shaving gear."

After he shut the bathroom door I tidied up the living room as best I could, ran up real quick and grabbed some fresh clothes for myself. The running bathwater easily covered the sound of my trespass. Emmie was sitting on the toilet seat lid intently reading the back of a package. "Uh, oh." I did an impression of Emmie to myself. She was still reading and humming as I tiptoed past on my way back down.

Showered, shaved and groomed the two of us were playing the waiting game. Shea had decided on just his jeans and a pair of white socks. His build was impressive.

I was a bit more conservative. Pants, shirt and socks. My build? Not so impressive.

I'd made a pitcher of Marguerites to refresh us. They'd hit the spot and mellowed us just a tad.

"Where is that girl? Emily, c'mon!" I called up.

"I'm comin', I'm comin'."

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 11:39 PM

Chapter 32.

Emily descended the staircase in an impossibly sheer full length gown covering a matching panty and bra. Pink lace everywhere. She'd obviously taken a detour from the house wares area of Sears this afternoon.

Her hair, freshly washed was combed out and it was nothing short of pure silk. It fell down to her shoulders and far past that. Her makeup was light and impeccably done, per the usual.

A diminutive pink heart pendant hung from a thin strand of gold around her neck. I'd never seen it before. It was stunning.

She was barefoot and had done her nails in a soft pink shell color.

It seemed like she was floating on the thin New Mexico air. I swear it.

Shea started softly clapping his hands together, and I gratefully joined in.

"Emily." I spoke almost breathlessly.

"I know, I know." We both laughed at her vanity.

"Look, Jakey, look what my cowboy bought me this afternoon at the mall." She walked to my chair, leaned over and held the pendant in her fingers for me to see. It's even engraved. Look, on the back, Jakey, it says 'To my princess. From Her Cowboy.' That was Shea's idea. Isn't it gorgeous, Jake."

"It certainly is, angel."

Then her whispered request in my ear so Shea couldn't see or hear...

"Can I sit with him instead of you?"

I whispered back..."I wouldn't have it any other way, baby-girl." She slid past me and joined her cowboy on the couch. As she did so I caught the scent of her Ann Klein II. I'd paid dearly for that, practically having to have it smuggled out of Europe. I'd also caught the fact that her panty was a g-string. Her bottom cheeks looked truly magnificent.

"You both look so spiffy and handsome. Oh, goody, Jake made Marguerites. Can I have one, Jake?"

"Sure, sweetheart." I poured us each a fresh one, and sat back down.

"Oh, yummy. It's delish." I could tell she was more than a little nervous. Her voice was quite high, the words following each other a little too closely. I caught Shea's eye and nodded to him. He could read me pretty well because he clasped her left hand and held it in both of his.

"I want to be a good girl for you both tonight. I want to do everything right and for you both to be happy with me. But, I don't know what to do. I'm a little worried that I'll disappoint you guys. If that were to happen I don't know what I'd do."

Shea beat me to the punch: "Just being here with you tonight princess would be enough if nothing else happened this evening. . I'm sure Jake feels likewise. Right, Jake?"

"Absolutely. However our girl wants to proceed that's how we'll proceed."

"Well, can we do it, you know a lot? Not just once, or, even twice. I want to do it a lot, Jake. Please?"

"Of course we can "do it" as much as you desire, Emmie. You look so beautiful, baby."

"Well, for sure I'm looking so forward to giving my cowboy his present. You haven't forgotten, have you, Shea?" She turned to him.

"It's only the best present I could ever receive. No way would I forget my present, princess."

"I'd like to save your present for later though, you know when we're all upstairs. Not down here, right, Jake?"

"Right, Emmie."

"Shea, Jake can be there when I give you your present, right? He has to be there. I won't give you your present unless he's there. You're my cowboy, but, he's my Jakey. Ok?"

"Come here, princess, let me hold you." Emmie scrambled into his arms. Shea kissed her then. She moaned and turned over onto her back, stretched her long, slender legs out, the back of her head in his lap. He bent with her so the kiss would not be broken.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 11:42 PM

Chapter 33.

I immediately rose, removed my clothes and knelt on the floor by her feet. I was already thick and extremely long. I was close to frenzy, but, prompted myself to calm down. I gently pushed her pink nightgown up past her long thighs as Shea continued their endless kiss. Her eyes were tightly closed. I reached up with both hands and gently tugged at her g-string. She assisted me immediately, raising her hips to allow clearance.

Once removed I took a deep sniff at the gusset, then placed them carefully on the coffee table. They were soaked., even the string.

She squealed in their shared kiss. Emily was incredibly turned on. She needed immediate release,. I set to the task of granting her that release by gently raising her calves and bending her knees.

"Oh, my God, Jake." She'd broke the kiss and looked down at me. "You're so naked, Jake. Oh, my God. What are you going to do, Jakey?"

"No, no, princess, it's ok, come here now and let me kiss you." Shea covered her mouth with his, forcing her head back into his lap. Their tongues became active.

Now, now was the time. And I knew it.

She'd trimmed her pelt for the occasion. I softly blew warm breath upon her opening and on upwards to her clitoris. She squealed again and tried to resist her cowboy's incessant kiss, but, Shea was up to the challenge this time and foiled her attempt. Their kiss went on. I made butterfly kisses, starting at the back of her knees and commenced a slow journey up over her inner thighs. She spread them wider as a reward for my efforts. She clutched Shea's shoulders with her nails, digging in as if possessed. Her squealing had now become continual. Their kiss went on. My arrival at her grail grew imminent. I was there when the clocks stopped in mid stroke, I closed my mouth over her, stiffened my tongue into a hard thing and ever so softly dragged it back and forth over her little nubbin.

The affect was tremendous. Emily stiffened, then went into near convulsion. The tremors were incredible. Shea wisely released her lips, but, I'd clamped mine and wasn't about to release. I was relentless. As her screams were finally permitted to air she dragged her nails off his shoulders and down his chest. He was impervious to the pain as he tenderly held her head in his arms.

I didn't give a damn if the neighbors heard.

Let...her...scream.

jeebus

01-13-2012, 11:43 PM

Giuseppe, I get scared when you're not posting.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 11:46 PM

Chapter 34.

Now we were both near hysteria with want. The panicked look on Shea's face alarmed me. 10 long perfect welts had started to rise on his chest. "Ouch!" I said to myself. He started to remove the thin straps of her pink gown. Her eyes still shut tight Emily resisted. "No, Shea. please." she caught his hands in hers.

"Emily, yes. Lie still now. This cowboy knows best."

"Please,,,,Shea?"

But, Shea was gone. The lights were on, but, no one was home.

"No, girl."

The nightgown was off her shoulders and bunched about her waist in an instant. The matching pink bra was next. It never stood a chance. Shea grabbed it in both hands and ripped it in two. He threw the pieces on the floor in an act of defiance and started to undress himself, ripping at his jeans and then the white briefs. I picked the torn remnants of the bra up and set them along side the g-string. They were once after all a matching set. She shut her eyes tighter in response and held still. I just sat back and watched. Shea was a driven man.

Once he was naked, I made a move to switch places. I didn't have to be asked. I wouldn't want to stand in his way. Not now. But, Shea, to my utter amazement motioned for me to stay where I was. "You're first, Jake, go for it. She needs it, badly." His tone was firm, that of a drill sergeant, for Christ sakes.

He was right of course. I could pound her, without governor because of length.

"Oh, my God." Again from Emily.

Her long legs had remained wildly splayed. I got into position as fast as I could. I was dripping pre come like a running faucet. I hesitated for a split second as I saw Emmie trembling before me. To this day I believe with all my heart I heard her hiss coarsely: "Fuck me." And to this day she swears I don't know what I'm talking about.

"Fuck her! Now!" Shea barked at me.

I slid in to her, to the Cosmo's aforementioned depth.

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 11:49 PM

Chapter 35.

Emily immediately wrapped those slender calves and thighs around my waist and clutched me tightly to her. Still that little angel would not open her eyes.

"Here, Emily, here's something to keep my princess occupied." Shea crouched over her face and nudged his enormously long cock between her lips. She had no choice but to either accept it, or bite it off. God bless her, she took it like it was what she'd always wanted. She gripped the lower half of him in her left hand to stop his progress into her velvet mouth while she softly gathered his extended sack with her right hand. She held both firmly. Her tongue must have been incredibly active. A thin sheen of sweat presently broke out on her cowboy's face.

I was quickly approaching my crisis. Emily, sensing my impending eruption redoubled her efforts to squeeze the life out of me with those thighs. She'd also finally opened her eyes to see what was going on. That's all it took. The sight of those beautiful eyes sent me crashing over the edge. She added a quick wink and I saw a million stars as I emptied everything I had into her body. God help me I screamed. I swear it.

I pulled out and sat back against the couch arm rest. I couldn't catch my breath and I was seeing floaters for heaven's sakes. I closed my eyes to clear my head. When I opened them not a second or two later she'd already modestly closed her long legs and pulled the nightgown over her lower treasures.

That little vixen now turned her eyes upon her cowboy. He was no match. And the poor guy didn't even know it. But, I did....."Jakey, watch what happens when I do this." Played loudly in my mind. "Emmie, don't." I said, only to myself. "Shea, look out." I said, only to myself. He was caught in her steel gaze when she furrowed that brow, winked one last time, released her left handed grip to just hold status and squeezed that bag with her right. And I mean hard. He erupted, but, not before she'd pulled him from her mouth and exposed his core to that thin New Mexico air.

The third scream of that early Saturday evening was, in my estimation, the loudest.

She held the grip, my God perhaps even tightened it and forced Shea to lose it all onto her preciously small breasts. I thought his eruption would never cease. He was now the one who'd clamped his eyes closed. She looked down the way at me and smiled. "I love you." I mouthed silently to her.

"I know you do." She spoke plainly back to me.

Shea could take no more and collapsed back against the opposite couch arm rest. His eyes stayed closed. He was a total wreck. His chest looked like he'd been in a knife fight and was heaving uncontrollably. His hair was totally disheveled and he was sweating profusely. "I hope the poor fellow doesn't have a coronary." I joked to myself.

"Shea, meet Miss Emily."

He managed a weak smile, opened his eyes and said..."Princess, you shouldn't do that to your cowboy. You could cripple him."

Giuseppe

01-13-2012, 11:54 PM

Chapter 36.

"Well, you guys act like such smarty pants. I figured a girl has to teach the men in her life a lesson or two from time-to-time. Now, I'm going up to freshen a bit and retrieve some Bactine for my cowboy. He is so beautiful and I want to take good care of him. See ya later, alligators. After while, crocodiles. Bye." The gown's bottom edge fell to the floor as she held the top to her chest and scampered up the stairs, humming, yes, humming the entire way.

"Dude, you should have warned me, Jake." Shea admonished me as he put his pants back on.

I just laughed heartily and started getting dressed myself. "Every man for his self, Shea."

Emmie returned shortly in her bathrobe, her favorite quilt in one hand, Bactine in the other.

"Jake, can you fix us a snack-a-rooney while I attend Shea?"

"Of course, dear. Play nice now you two." I kidded 'em as I left the living room.

Upon returning with Coca Colas for all and a large frosted bowel of assorted chilled berries I found her carefully applying a thin coat of antiseptic ointment over Shea's chest.

"I had to go back up, J. I felt the Bactine insufficient. This will be much better. I don't believe I broke the skin, honey. I don't see any blood. Do you, Shea?"

"No, I'm fine, princess." He kissed her forehead and reached for a bottle of Coke.

"We'll, I'm so sorry. I just got so carried away. Forgive me, Shea, please?"

"Nothing to forgive, little princess."

She grabbed her quilt and a Coke and sat next to Shea on their favorite part of the couch. I was back in my chair, when our girl revved up anew...

"Hmmm, what should we do now? I have an idea. (answering her own question, oh, boy) Can we dance again, you know, just like last night? Me and Shea. I so loved dancing with you, Shea. Oh, please?"

"Sure, if Jake doesn't mind sitting it out again?"

"Not at all. You two enjoy yourselves. I'll just sit here and recuperate."

After dimming the lights, and restarting the Sam Cooke disc I excused myself. I washed up, brushed my teeth and combed my hair. I felt whole again. Totally refreshed.

Upon returning they were deep in each other's arms, whispering away. Emily in her bathrobe, Shea, shirtless holding her tightly.

"Now? Uh, oh." The lilting sing/song of her favorite saying a little M.I.A. They'd stopped dancing and Emily was looking at me.

"What's going on?"

"Shea says I should go upstairs and get my present ready for him."

"Then you'd better get goin', right?"

"I suppose. What should I do, Shea?"

"I'm glad you asked that question, princess. Here's your directions, so listen carefully. First, you are to light all the candles in your bedroom. Then you're to put a fresh pair of white cotton panties on and absolutely nothing else. Then you're to draw your bedding down until only the top sheet is left on the bed and your own pillow. Then you're to go into your bathroom and apply a generous amount of lubricant to your nether region. Then you're to knock on the banister at the top of the stairs 3 times to alert us that you're ready. Then you're to get on your bed on all fours, lay your head on your pillow facing away from the doorway and raise your bottom as high as you can.

Are there are questions, princess?"

"Good grief, Shea. May I at least keep the necklace you bought me this afternoon on?"

"Of course you may, sweetheart."

"Understood." Emmie strode to the couch grabbed her quilt and started to head for the staircase."

"Leave the quilt, Emily." Shea's voice had changed it's tone. It was a bit authoritarian.

"What? Jakey!!!" She'd jokingly bypassed Shea and was appealing straight to me.

"Jake, it is just her little blanket after all, the one her mama and..."

"Silence!" Shea's voice sternly commanded.

"No. Absolutely no quilt."

I just starred at him, right along with Emily.

"Husband, you're to accompany your wife and assist her in the directives I've set down for her. Once you've finished you're to sit in your accustomed seat there in the bedroom, bow your head, close your eyes and await my arrival. Am I understood, Husband?"

I was the husband, obviously. Thereafter I obeyed him. "Yes, Shea."

As I climbed the steps behind Emily I looked over at Shea. He was standing in front of the couch, his top half in dark shadows. He made not a sound.

At the top the staircase Emily turned to me. "Is Shea ok, honey?"

"Yeah, he's just messing with us. Go ahead and get ready and I'll light the candles. By the time I was done lighting the candles, turning down the bedding and fluffing up her pillow Emily had returned from the bathroom, donned a fresh pair of white cotton panties and positioned herself on the bed as directed.

I commented to her how beautiful she looked with her butt in the air.

"I feel rather silly, Jake. You should go and signal him that I'm ready."

"Good idea." I knocked the required three times, returned to my seat, bowed my head and closed my eyes. The silence as we awaited Shea's arrival was maddening.

Giuseppe

01-14-2012, 12:01 AM

Chapter 37.

Shea's sudden footsteps on the staircase made us both flinch.

"Oh, my God, Jake."

"It'll be ok, Em. I'm here."

Shea walked into the room.

"Husband, go to your wife, lower her panties. You may leave them just past mid thigh."

I raised my head went to the bed and knelt next to Emily. I pulled her panties down as ordered.

When I looked back, Shea was standing there shirtless, in his jeans at the foot of the bed.

"Remain where you are, husband and await further instruction.

"Are your eyes closed, Emily?"

"Yes, Shea."

"Do not open them until I tell you to do so. Understood?

"Yes, Shea."

"Husband, shut the bedroom door, lock it, and take your seat again. Say nothing more unless spoken to."

I did precisely as ordered.

"Can you hear me, Emily?"

"Yes, Shea."

"Wiggle it." He commanded. She gave her bottom a slight shake. She was ready for this. Shea knew her pretty well after all.

"Again, wiggle it longer this time." Her bottom moved more suggestively.

"Raise it higher into the air."

She struggled mightily but, it rose majestically.

"Now, wiggle it wildly until I order you to stop."

The display Emily put on then left me in a state of absolute awe. She wantonly undulated her bottom so wickedly that it was all I could do to maintain my seat and not mount her in a maniacal rampage. Her shameless display went on for several minutes, if not more.

"Stop."

"Remove your wife's panties, Husband. Place them in my hand." I retrieved the panties and placed them in Shea's hand.

"The panties belong to me now. They are mine, forever.

"Isn't that right, Emily?"

"Yes, Shea." She sounded as if he had put her into a trance. This was turning into something else altogether.

"Husband, return to your seat. Do not speak unless spoken to."

I complied, immediately.

"Now, Husband, return to your wife's side and await my next directive."

I did as commanded.

"Feel her pussy. Not her bottom. That is my domain. Mine and mine alone. Just her pussy. As soon as you've ascertained her pussy's condition return to your seat and report aloud. Short, and to the point. Absolutely no fanfare, whatsoever. No jocularity. Just the facts. Begin, Husband."

I did it. I had no other choice. Neither Emily nor myself did. I God's, Emmie was soaking wet, even dripping onto the sheets. I returned to my seat and did as I was told: "Her pussy is extremely wet and is dripping onto the sheets." I reported.

"Emily, what is the present you have bestowed upon me?"

"My butt, Shea."

"What is my purpose here, Emily?"

"To take my anal cherry."

"And how will I accomplish that purpose, Emily?"

"By fucking my butt."

"Husband, do I have your blessing in this matter?"

I hesitated, I think for affect, but, I wouldn't bet the house on that.

"For the second and last time, husband, do I have your blessing in this matter?"

"Yes, Shea." This had turned into some kind of ritual.

"So be it."

"Husband, join your wife's side. Await further instruction."

I went immediately.

I watched as Shea removed his jeans. He had no briefs on. He was as hard as granite and extremely long. "Oh, my God." I remarked to myself." He then climbed on to the bed and was directly behind Emmie, putting me almost right next to him. I tried catching his eye, but, the Shea we knew was long gone. I coulda been Mickey Mantle kneeling there for all this Shea cared or noticed.

"Husband, you're to ever so gently pry your wife's bottom cheeks apart very slowly. I will tell you when to begin. Touch your wife's bottom cheeks only. Do not touch her nether region. That is my domain. Mine and mine alone. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Shea."

Remember pry gently, part slowly. Do not release the bottom cheeks until so ordered."

Shea then placed the head of his penis where Emily's cheeks were divided at their furthest apex. He didn't have to hold it, it was like a goddamn tuning fork. It just pointed relentlessly forward. Her bottom hole was most probably directly in front of it, protected by the twin globes of her bottom. The same twin globes I'd be prying and parting upon Shea's command in mere seconds.

"Husband. Commence."

I was extremely gentle. I did not want to hurt Emily. She had been so quiet. I was worried about her, when she moved just a little at my touch.

"Be still, Emily."

"Yes, Shea."

"Continue husband."

Every time I pried and parted space Shea's penis moved forward closer to Emily's bottom hole. He'd opened up a tube of lubricant and was holding it over the top of Emily's crack letting small drops fall (one at-a-time) . The drops then fell into the crevice, and I imagine coagulating in the area where the head of Shea's penis was relentless pursing it's target. A drop fell on my hand and it was extremely warm. I have no idea where the tube came from. He must have brought it up with him.

I knew Emily's crevice was deep. I had no idea it was this deep. I pried and parted and finally, finally her nether region was exposed. Thank goodness, it had dilated somewhat from the earlier lubrication that Shea had decreed. As the final parting took affect Shea's penis came into blunt contact with Emily's bottom.

"Emily, bite your pillow and remain still."

"Please God. Please God. Please God. Please God. Please God." Emily commenced a chant and would not stop, biting her pillow be damned.

"Husband, hold steady. Do not release until so ordered by my command. Do you understand, Husband."

"Yes, Shea."

As I looked down into that deep valley I couldn't fathom how, for the life of me, he'd get any part of himself inside that tiny aperture. I talked myself out of ending this macabre scene for at least the third time and watched with utter amazement as Shea nudged his penis eagerly against Emily's bottom opening. The aperture immediately yielded and the head of Shea's penis took her anal virginity. Just like that. Emily's endless "Please God" was not affected. He flexed again. An inch disappeared inside her.

"Don't you dare turn loose, husband."

"Yes, Shea."

Once again he flexed his hip muscles and another inch went deep.

"That's it, I am ball's deep." Shea announced, setting the tube of lubricant on the bed.

I silently rejoiced (he was only three to four inches inserted) and looked to Shea for a joint salutation. Again, I was ignored like I didn't even exist except in the matters as his assistant.

Her chanting had mercifully stopped. I was so used to it, I'd found myself holding to the beat until she'd ceased causing me to nearly lose my grip. Nearly.

"Can I feel it with my hand, Shea?" She started to snake her right hand down thru.

"Absolutely not. I am building to release and that would ignite my emission prematurely."

"I understand, Shea. I apologize." The hand retreated.

"Apology accepted, Emily. Prepare to accept my essence.

"Husband when I signal you are to release your grip on your wife's bottom cheeks. Do you understand, husband?"

"I understand, Shea."

The wait was interminable. Emily tried to shift a little.

"Remain absolutely still, Emily."

"Yes, Shea."

"Release, husband!"

I released my hold at the same time Emily tried to move forward in order to expectorate a portion of the invader. Shea was way ahead of her as he clutched her hips firmly causing her to shift back and onto his penis to it's original depth even adding another inch for the cause.

The violent shifting to and fro, coupled with the enveloping caused by the release of her bottom cheeks caused Shea to erupt. The guttural sound he made as he emptied himself in Emily's rectum was un-Godly. I thought a wild animal was loose in the house.

I backed away from the coupling and just watched as he literally howled at the ceiling.

Emily just kept repeating one word over and over: "Shea, Shea, Shea, Shea, Shea."

Giuseppe

01-14-2012, 12:05 AM

Chapter 38.

I backed up far enough that I bumped into my chair. I turned it facing forward and dropped into it.

Shea was still in the deep throes of ecstasy. It was surreal to bear witness. He finally finished inside Emily as her chant mercifully wound down and her breathing became ragged and alarming.

"I will now extricate myself from your wife, Husband. Emily, take a short breath and hold it." Moments later. "The deed is done. Husband, assist your wife to recline and drape her immediately."

I covered Emmie with a fresh sheet as she managed to turn over. Her eyes were closed tightly. I think she was in a state of shock. Myself? I couldn't believe what had just transpired. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Shea put his clothes back on. I tried to catch his eye, but, he avoided my gaze. I'd bent close to Emmie's face to check on her when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

I turned to face Shea. We starred solemnly into each other's eyes for what seemed like minutes, but, was probably less. Probably. In the instant before he handed me Emmie's neatly folded little quilt with a wicked wink and his biggest grin, that cowboy's eyes re-lit and I knew I'd been had.

That glorious SOB. He'd gotten me. I'll never forget it as long as I live.

Shea squeezed my shoulder firmly, then hustled around the foot of the bed to the other side to console his princess. "Baby, are you ok?"

"Shea, you're so different. I was so scared. Are you ok, now, Shea? Are you still my cowboy? Are you still our friend, Shea?" Emily was rambling. She was very upset.

"Of course, sweetheart. I was just role playing to make it extra special for you. Just to make it fun for our little girl. Right, Jake?"

"Absolutely, Em. Shea is still good old Shea. He's still your cowboy, baby."

We took turns holding her, rocking her gently in our arms, talking to her softly to bring her back to us. She was awfully shook up.

She finally took on some color, as she at last opened her eyes. They were still glazed though. She was in a state of euphoria, completely mesmerized by what had just taken place. She was on the precipice of release and needed orgasm desperately, though she didn't realize this because of the condition she was still in.

"Was it fun for you, princess?"

"Gosh, sure it was. I was scared but I knew I was safe with you two here with me. I can always trust my guys. Can we do that again sometime soon, please, Shea?"

"Sure we can. You betcha."

"And you'll do that role playing thing again and you'll order me and Jake do the same things. Right, Shea, right?"

"I look forward to it, princess."

"And J, I told you I could go ball's deep just like my "Cosmopolitan" said, huh, Shea"?

The poor angel was rambling again.

"Yep, our princess took it all again." Shea looked at me and we shared the conspiratorial smile I needed so desperately.

Only for Emmie. Nobody else.

"Jake, sweetheart, please blow some candles out?" She requested while pulling the sheet all the way to her chin.

"Sure, baby." I extinguished most of them while she stretched out and Shea started gently massaged her feet."

"That feels so good, Shea." She sounded at once dreamy.

I held her head in my lap and closed her eyelids with my fingertips. "Relax now, angel, You're such a pretty little girl. And we both love you very, very much."

"I love you, Jake." I bent to kiss her lips and her lips yielded on contact. Right then I could tell she was incredibly turned on and would need release soon. Otherwise, she'd exhaust herself again and be inconsolable. We'd waited too long.

I signaled to Shea and motioned him to start. He knew and started kissing her ankles, moving rapidly upward planting feather light kisses on the way, moving the sheet up as he went.

"No. No, please no. I won't be able to stand it. It will be too much. No. Oh, God, no, you two. I can't. No. Stop."

"Yes, princess. You have to. You must. Let us help you. It will ok. We'll both take good care of you, sweetheart. Just relax, princess."

She started a fresh line of protest, but, I silenced her with a kiss. Her lips immediately yielded and our tongues became one. She was almost wild. Against my labors she broke the kiss.

"Please, Shea, my thighs. Hurry, darling, kiss my thighs. I need my thighs kissed and licked. Please, God. Please."

But, Shea had bypassed her thighs as was kissing her pussy with the flat of his tongue.

"What's Shea doing, Jake, it feels so wonderful."

"He's licking you, down there, all over."

"Oh, my God, I want to cum, Shea. Please Shea, make me cum."

"I want to see, Jake, hold my head up." I did as requested. The last thing she saw before her world exploded was her cowboy, gently, but, incessantly biting her clitoris.

Her head slammed back onto the bed, her eyes snapped shut and her mouth opened into a silent scream. I held her head steady so she wouldn't hurt herself. The orgasm didn't seem to crest until she was able to expel sound from her mouth. That finally came in the form of Shea's name. "Shea." In a breathless scream.

Shea released her clitoris and lightly stroked her inner thighs with his tongue. She was in heaven and we let her stay there as long as she pleased.

Giuseppe

01-14-2012, 12:09 AM

Chapter 39.

"I'm so sleepy, guys." We'd put the bedding back together again and put our little girl into a bundle, safe and sound.

She was exhausted. The sand man was coming for her and that right soon.

She tried to open her eyes, but, was just too far gone.

"I had the most wonderful Saturday, you two. Thank you for my necklace, Shea. I know it cost a lot of money, but, I love it so. I'll keep it forever, Shea."

"And don't forget about my present tomorrow morning, Jakey. You promise?"

"Yes, baby, I promise."

"I love you both so much. I'm so glad you came to us, Shea. Do you love me, Shea?"

"Yes, princess, I love you."

"That's so nice. I so like it when you two love me."

"And you'll stay till I fall asleep, Jake?"

"Yes, sweetheart, I promise."

"And then my cowboy will sleep next to me and hold me in his arms after I fall asleep. Right, Shea?"

"Yes, baby. We'll be here all night."

"And I was brave again, wasn't I?

"Yes, doll, you were so very brave." I answered.

She finally drifted off as Shea softly nuzzled her cheek.

"Jake, I've never met anyone like her in my life. She is incredible."

"I know. We're the luckiest men on the face of the planet."

"I shall say goodnight to you, Shea. Thank you for the wonderful role play tonight. You hit just the right chord. It was brilliant."

"You're most welcome, Jake. I apologize for making the psychodrama a little too intense."

"Not at all. You were wonderful. Emily really enjoyed it. She really got into it. I think the structure really made an impression upon her. I could tell."

I headed for the door and then went back myself for a final check of the girl. She was sleeping soundly. I picked up her quilt off the floor where it had fallen and handed it to Em's new bedmate.

"Here you go, cowboy, she'll be looking for this as soon as she wakens." I teased as we laughed quietly. At the door, I turned back to Shea: "Thank you, Shea. For everything."

Once on the other side of the bedroom door I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I thought we'd lost Shea there during his role play stunt. What a character.

I went straight to the couch and laid down. I immediately jerked off. It was purely medicinal I assure you. After that, I cried myself to sleep. I'd never felt so alone. It was a deep, black, dreamless sleep.

Giuseppe

01-14-2012, 12:14 AM

Chapter 40.

The earliest light thru the picture window was trying to wake me when I had a weird feeling that I was being watched. I opened my eyes to discover Emmie's face right in front of mine. "Whaaaa!"

"What are you doing down here? You scared me half to death, girl!"

"My butt hurts." She was in her bathrobe, kneeling on the rug in front of the couch, whispering.

"I warned you. I told you he was too big. But, you wouldn't listen. What did you expect, Emmie?"

"Shush! Can you look at it for me and see. Please, Jake?"

"Can't it wait till later, I'm sleeping, honey. I'm tired."

"No. Now. Jake? I should have never listened to my Cosmopolitan magazine, that's for sure."

I cringed at that remark. She'd have to be told today.

"Fine." I sat up as she moved out of the way and stood up.

"I brought down the little flashlight and some ointment in case we need it. Also Clorox Wipes so you don't have to move off the couch. See?" Everything was laid out neatly on the coffee table. God only knows how long she'd been kneeling there starring at me.

"Well, bend over so I can see it."

She quickly peered toward the staircase, gathered her bathrobe and pulled down her white panties.

"I thought Shea took those last night?"

"A fresh pair." She answered, while keeping one eye on the landing. "Hurry, before he comes down and sees."

"Why couldn't he do this for you? It's his fault, and yours."

"Jake! I'd die of embarrassment if he saw me bent over like this. Now, be quiet and just look. It hurts."

I was going to remind her of the very similar position she was just in late last night upstairs, but, I was too tired to venture the process.

She'd bent over, but, of course not near far enough.

"Further, and hold your cheeks apart a little. I can't see up there."

She looked back at me, furrowed that brow and scoffed, but, did as I said.

"It's a tiny bit red, but, it's fine."

"Here, put some of this on it. It'll feel better then." She handed the ointment back while keeping watch on that staircase.

I took the Neosporin from her and gently applied a little to her crinkle.

"There you go. All done." As I patted her behind. Hmmmm. "How come your bottom is all pink and warm, Emmie?"

"Shea spanked me earlier this morning." She pulled up her panties, retied her bathrobe, handed me the wipes and sat down on the edge of the coffee table.

"Shea did what?"

"He spanked me. He said he owed me one for me squeezing his balls so hard last night right here on that couch. He gave me 5 spanks with my panties up, and 5 spanks with my panties down. He had me lay down on my tummy on the bed. He's sleeping now."

She reported all this so matter-a-factly I couldn't resist and laughed aloud.

"It's not funny, Jake. Shouldn't you go up there and speak to him about it?"

"No, you should go back up there and speak to him about it. I'm not the one who squeezed his bean bag till his eyes popped. That was you, remember?"

"Sure, I remember. But, you never care when I do that to you, right?"

"That's because I love you. Plus you asked me years ago if it would be ok for you to do it because it was so much fun for you. And I granted permission. Not to mention, Emmie, but, it's not like you accept the answer 'no' very well at all."

"But, Shea loves me. He said so. You heard him. Right? Right. Then what's the problem?"

"Honey bun, it's just that Shea doesn't know you well enough yet. Don't rush him so. He'll eventually come around to your ways. You're a very special girl and you take a lot of getting used to. Trust me."

"I guess that makes sense."

"Glory be. Disaster averted." In my layered sarcastic tone.

She fell into contemplative silence as I cleaned my hands with the wipes, then stretched out again.

"What time is it, anyway?"

"A little before five." She answered almost as an afterthought.

"Emmie? Go on now, back upstairs with you. It's too early. You need your sleep. I'm going back and getting mine. I'm worn out, girl." I turned over, faced the couch back, and drew the blanket up over me. I could feel her still sitting there, thinking hard, about God only knows what.

"Just one more thing, Jake." With a fresh tone in her whisper.

"What's that?"

"What about my present?"

"What about it?"

"Can I have it now? You said I could have it this morning."

"Emily!" I admonished as I turned back over. "I said that last night to you when you were in your twilight zone and Shea and I were trying to get you to settle down and go to sleep. I'm not going to let you hold me to something that I had to do for your own welfare."

"Oh, I knew I heard it somewhere. Just couldn't place it."

"If you don't stop pestering me about your present and wait until this afternoon I'm going to follow Shea's wisdom and spank your butt, panties down."

"Uh, oh. I'll wait." Then..."Jakey, can I do something, you know, for you before I go back up?"

"Yes, leave me in peace to sleep."

"Gee, you're a grouch."

I made a move to grab for her, but, she was much too quick for me as she scooted to the staircase and giggling, scampered on up.

Facing the couch again I fell asleep to the sounds of Emmie's shrieks of joyous laughter from above as the bedroom door closed and silence came to me, at last.

#41 Shoot Em Up

01-14-2012, 12:15 AM

:lol Homosylab getting bukkaked in his own thread.

mavs>spurs

01-14-2012, 12:30 AM

this shit is disgusting culburn. if you loved katie you wouldn't let any man have her.

DMC

01-14-2012, 11:18 AM

http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51JnZ5L3uOL._SL500_AA300_.jpg

Killakobe81

01-14-2012, 11:22 AM

Wtf?

DMC

01-14-2012, 11:33 AM

Those are some of the shortest chapters I have ever skimmed through.

Giuseppe

01-14-2012, 11:53 AM

Wtf?

:lol

DMC

01-14-2012, 02:38 PM

:lol
Thailand or Guam?

ChrisRichards

01-14-2012, 05:04 PM

i heart Culby.

AlexJones

11-30-2014, 10:52 AM

There's nothing like reading all 40 chapters of this shit on a Sunday morning. I did it

The Cowboy & The Princess

By Culburn369

Prologue

Emmie, short for Emily, is my wife. She is in her late 20's and a stunning beauty. An Irish girl, 5'7", 125lbs, long auburn hair, small, delicate breasts, and a fantastic bottom. It is her proudest asset and I've lauded it endlessly thru the years. It is a mesmerizing sight and one that continues to delight me no end. One of my long held fantasies was to watch Emmie with another man being intimate. We've had numerous long discussions, turned into heated debate and finally into terrible arguments over the years on this very issue. She was raised a strict Catholic and would not even consider it when I first broached the subject early on. Thru the years she has somewhat softened, but, has never yielded to my persistent requests.

I had just about given up hope.

Chapter 1.

Emily came home from her job one evening last Summer...talking about this new hire the company had made. I usually tune her out when she commences to talk about her work, (she has a tendency to talk a lot), but, this time, this time was different. Her voice had risen an octave as she breathlessly reported to me that the new hire was a guy some years older than herself. He was a "cowboy" as she put it. She'd always fancied the cowboy type since she'd caught Travolta in "Urban Cowboy." This new guy would be working in the shop area. She had been introduced to him (his name was Shea) in the office that morning. I had a feeling right away that she had made it a point to be introduced, but, I held my tongue and pricked up my ears as she continued. He was a "man's man" she said. I was taken aback by this "out of left field" comment, but, again I bit my tongue. This was out of character for Emily, and I felt the slightest nervous rumblings in my stomach. "Was she talking to me as a point?" I busied myself preparing supper for us, averting my eyes as I could feel her gaze upon me.

"I got kinda roped in to taking him around the shop and yard area, honey. Linda (the HR girl) was called away and asked me if I'd mind." I continued to stir the pot and kept my mouth shut. "He was such a gentleman. He opened the door leading into the lumber yard for me and I showed him everything." "everything?" I said to myself. "He was so cute as he kept asking me questions about this, that and the other."

"Cute"? My chest tightened.

"He asked me out for lunch, Jake." I finally stopped stirring that damn pot and slowly turned around, my face ablaze, my heart pounding a cadence, steady & true.

I could feel her watching me, but, I kept my eyes averted. "He did what?" I asked incredulously.

"He wanted to go to lunch with me today." Emily countered, almost daringly. "I told him 'no', that I had already made plans, but, that tomorrow I would be free." "free?" I said to myself in silent echo.

"Would that be ok with you, darling?"

"I suppose so, Em." Was she teasing me, intentionally?" I asked myself.

"Do you think about it anymore, sweetheart?" Emily pointedly asked me.

"What do you mean 'it'?"

"You know perfectly well what 'it' means, Jakey. Don't you, J?"

I finally met her eyes and found them to be brilliantly lit.

Oh, my God.

"Let's eat, Jake. I'm famished, darling."

Chapter 2.

Supper was served and eaten in near silence. My mind was racing. I dared not venture any questions. I was afraid to break the spell, the incredible streak of luck I seemed to have found myself in possession of all the sudden.

"Jake. Jake? Are you alright, honey? You seem so distant. What's wrong?"

"No, no, nothing at all. I'm just thinking about my day tomorrow." I lied.

"Well, I'm exhausted. I think I'll bathe and then hit the hay. Would you mind if I turned in early tonight?"

"Oh, sure, no problem, Em. I'll just do up these dishes and watch some 'King of Queens.' I'll be up later, angel."

"Good night, Jake, I love you."

"Night, Emmie."

I was glad to be left alone for a while to gather my thoughts. I felt unnerved as I watched her climb the staircase and disappear into her bathroom. Soon I heard the bathwater start and I relaxed. "What the hell was going on?" I asked myself. I couldn't reconcile this, I suppose major policy change in her attitude. Obviously this new guy, this "Shea" had made an impression upon Emily, and in a very succinct way. I was starting to scare myself with hope as the rumination of visuals began to fill my mind: Emmie, on all fours, that round, white bottom high in the air, this, this Shea in tight behind her, holding her hips firmly as he drove them both in wild copulation...Emmie, dropping to her knees, Shea in front of her, servicing him with her mouth...Emmie, completely nude, kissing Shea as they lay coupled in our bed, in our bedroom dimly lit by candles, the heady scent of lovemaking filling the air, the whispers of two lovers too soft to be heard, but, the intent nonetheless so explicit.

I watched and I listened. And I was ever so quiet.

Chapter 3.

"J."

I came out of my reverie to the sight and sound of Emily in front of me.

"Hello??" She inquired again.

"Oh, hello. I fell asleep for a moment. I'll be right up."

"Right up? Jake it's 7 in the morning. You slept all night in your chair."

"What?"

"Yes. Anyhow, I'm on my way out. Gotta get to work."

I was still half asleep, but, half asleep I noticed right off that she was dressed to the nines: a tight black skirt, not too short, but, boy-oh-boy was it ever tight. My goodness. And I knew from prior knowledge that it was only not too short because she was advised by her GYN to refrain from pantyhose and utilize a garter belt and nylons. Something about yeast, or bread, or some damn woman thing. I knew she also "sometimes" eschewed panties under there.

I had a sneaking suspicion that this morning "sometimes" was not an option. I didn't ask though. I dared not risk being wrong. I so did not want to be wrong. "Please God, let it be so." I implored silently.

Her hair was in a French twist, and coiffed meticulously. Her blouse was a soft beige silk piece and fit her to perfection. She was stunning sight this morning. Emily was still a beautiful girl, that was for sure.

Nothing afresh about the luncheon date with Shea was broached as she gave me a light kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.

"Have a fine day, J. I'll call you after lunch to tell you how it went with Shea." She said over her shoulder as she hurried out the door.

"She's messing with me." I said, only to myself.

"Uh, ok, I'll uh, look forward to you calling, uh, Emmie." I offered back in an almost panicked yell.

The door closed behind her. I at once rose from the chair and peeked out the front picture window to watch her as she got into her car. She looked radiant, yet nonchalant, almost aloof. I figured she was up to something and would look back at the house as a give-a-way. Uh, uh. Not so much as a mere glance. She just started it up, set her radio, probably to that damn country station she cherishes, checked her mirrors, backed it out, and drove on off.

"She's going to call me after her lunch with Shea?" Oh, my God.

It was like an out of body experience for me standing there alone in that living room. I at once became aware that my trousers had formed quite an impressive pup tent.

"Wait, Jake. Have some patience. If you wait until after she calls, it'll make your nut that much more intense and enjoyable. Just wait." My inner Jake made a lot of sense.

I'd wait.

Chapter 4.

I figured she'd call about twoish. She usually took her lunch late to avoid the crowds.

I spent the morning trying to keep my mind off the particulars, but, an hour in I knew it was hopeless. I then assumed my usual behavior when confronted with an event: I obsessed and ruminated endlessly. I was torn between self pleasuring to relieve the mounting stress and holding out for the crescendo that would certainly be available after "the call." I surprised myself by holding forth and not keeping my hands to myself. It was a struggle. I played some on-line chess and read the morning paper. Finally the clock struck two and I took root in my chair next to the telephone. It was an interminable wait, but, at close to three o'clock I was near exhaustion. I felt light-headed, hot and a bit muddled.

"Could this be it? Finally I'd get my fondest wish?" Or, "was she breaking my balls, teasing me?" Emmie could be a first class ball breaker. It drove me between boundless desire and consummate misery. I don't think she actually set out to do so. It was just her way.

Finally..."Should I call her?" I asked myself. "No. She said she'd call. She'll call."

She never did.