Freedom – The Gilded Cage
©September, 2002
by Jason Halstead

	It was so cliché, I should have known better.  I mean, she was soon to be my ex-wife and I wanted nothing to do with her ever again!  As I thought back on my oh-so-distant history classes, I realized that women had played a major part in the beginning of many wars and the downfall of many great leaders.  I guess history repeats itself.
	It had started out simple enough.  I had contacted a lawyer and filed for a divorce from Mindy, my soon to be ex.  Becky, my endearing pleasure slave, had even helped me pick out the lawyer.  The trick was for me to file before Mindy did, that way it looked more like her fault then mine to the judge.
	Needless to say, things had not gone over well once Mindy had received the news.  I had actually called and told her what I was planning shortly after I did it.  She had gone ballistic.  I had cringed at first, listening to her anger filled sermon.  Then I remembered that I had changed my life.  I was through with her and with her petty little displays.  So I told her to shut the hell up and when she did not, I hung up the phone.  Boy, that really pissed her off.  It was fun!
	She had called back and in a menacing tone I laid it out for her, explaining that she needed to listen to me and not talk until I was done, maybe not even then depending upon my mood.  I told her how it was going to be; how I wanted only what I already had and that the rest was hers.  I considered that more then fair, since that gave her the lions share.  That and most of it had come from her family, in one way or another.
	Of course, she wanted it all.  I had expected no less but still, I had to try.  Right?  It promised to be an ugly battle in court with a lot of skeletons brought out for public display.  I had asked her if she really wanted that.  Given the fit of childish anger she had been going through at the time, she promptly told me to go to hell.
	Thus began the visits to and from lawyers offices, courtrooms, and even one blessedly brief trip to a marriage counselor.  Then, nearly a month after I had reached my inevitable conclusion that I was finished with Mindy and the lifestyle she represented, I got stupid.
	She had visited the house where Becky and I lived.  Becky’s house.  We had just gotten back from a ride on our Harley’s and were inside trying to single handedly raise the market on birth control.  Mindy rang the doorbell, though at the time we had no idea who it was.
	Becky and I had been on the couch.  Sort of.  I was actually on top of her pounding myself repeatedly away at her overflowing pussy.  She was busy panting and moaning and having trouble thinking in complete sentences.  Nearby we had an assortment of items for our intended goal of the night; the deflowering of Becky’s beautiful virgin ass.
	The doorbell changed all of that though.  We were both feeling particularly randy at that point, considering our activities, so I decided to have a little fun with whoever it might be.  Grinning, I pulled myself out from the wonderful sheath that Becky had provided for my sword and sat on the couch.
	“Get the door, Becky,” I told her, smiling.
	She whimpered at the denial of my cock but got up and reached for her clothes.
	“No, like you are now.”
	The surprised look on her face lasted only a second.  As she was meant that she should answer the door wearing her black garter belt with matching stockings and nothing else.
	Becky had been beautiful the moment I met her.  Her choice in clothing and fashion was equally impressive.  However, I had made a few changes to it.  Changes that had concerned and even frightened her at first, but now she reveled in them.  For example, other then that time of the month, she was forbidden to wear panties unless they were of the dental floss variety.  She kept her pubic her trimmed very nicely when I first met her, but that was not enough for me.  Now it was smooth as a baby’s bottom down there.  Bras?  Hell no!  Her breasts were gorgeous.  35 C’s with the amazing ability to completely defy the affects of gravity in spite of 29 years of its constant abuse.  Outside of work I normally required her to dress up as much like a whore as possible, minus the gaudy makeup.  She had liked it so much that she had even taken to dressing more provocatively at work.  Her sales had increased proportionally to the amount of skin she revealed, it seemed.
	Did I mention she got extra points for lewd and indecent behavior?
	So anyhow, her surprised look lasted only a second.  Inside I am sure she was terrified that her mother had dropped by for a visit or perhaps a neighbor or even an old friend.  Maybe even an ex-boyfriend.  The possibilities were endless.  However, when she had told me that she was willing to give herself to me completely and unequivocally, she had not been kidding.  I had not tested her loyalty to the point of asking her to jump off a cliff, but I strongly suspected that if I had asked that, she would have done it.
	That kind of power is incredible.  It is awesome.  And most importantly, it is humbling.  To think that somebody trusts you that much is amazing.  It defies our everyday beliefs and takes us back to a time of simpler things, when life was not so political and complicated.  When people could and would be trusted.  I had never known a life like that, but I think that it was supposed to have happened at one point.  Before Eve went after the apple, maybe.
	With that split second of concern out of the way, Becky went for the door.  As I have said, the front door to her house opens into the kitchen.  She stood there, glancing at me with a smoldering look of sexuality.  Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and nervousness, but through it all she was thoroughly aroused.  The site oh her standing there in garter and stockings, with her juices threatening to run down her legs, made my cock throb as well.  She reached for the doorknob and opened the door.
	There stood Mindy.  She had an expression of condescension on her face, preparing to try and give me another verbal battering.  Those had not been working lately, and instead I had turned them around on her, leaving her surprised and flustered whenever we were forced to talk to one another.  Her expression disappeared instantly, and instead turned to one of shock.
	I think my shock was just as great.  Becky, having been surprised a great many times in the past month, was better able to deal with it.  She covered my lapse and said smoothly, “Hello Mindy, won’t you please come inside?”
	At a loss, Mindy stepped inside.  Becky closed the door behind her and moved past her to sit on the floor beside my leg.  Bless that girl, she knew how to keep the show rolling!
	“What do you want?” I growled, my cock pointing straight up in defiance of what I was sure was the greatest mood killer of all times.
	Her mouth opened and closed a few times, at a loss for words.  I hated to admit it, but I was actually enjoying it!  Finally she managed to speak, her voice trembling a little at the awkwardness of the situation.
	“I can, um… I can come back later, I see you’re busy,” she stammered out.  Becky was shooting her looks that bordered between smug and hateful.  Hearing that brought more of the smugness into her expression.
	After all, from Becky’s point of view, this was the woman that had been possessed by me before she had.  The woman that had made me miserable for more then a decade.
	Possession was a bad term for it, really.  Becky had given herself to me completely.  Heart, mind, body, and soul.  Yet the more I though about it, the more I seemed a slave to her.  After all, it was my responsibility to her to make certain that I never betrayed the trust she put in me.  She would do anything for me, but that did not mean that I would allow anything to happen to her.  Other men (or women) might feel differently, but for me that was how it had to be.  Perhaps it was a matter of conscience.
	Back to the situation at hand I simply shook my head.  “No, you came here for a reason, spit it out so we can get back to what we were doing.  Any more time wasted around you then I already have been forced to is that much more time I will never get back in my life.”
	She swallowed loudly and blushed.  Her eyes went to the ground briefly, but down there lay the possessive glare of Becky.  Mindy’s gaze shifted back up, dwelling on my still throbbing penis for an overlong moment.  She drew in a surprised breath when she realized what she was doing and continued to shift her eyes up to meet mine.
	“Fine,” she said, trying to snap at me in her usual bitchy tone.  The situation and my continued assertiveness had gotten to her though; her momentum was lost.  “Do you really hate me that much?” She asked, her tone changing.
	Fourteen years does not go away overnight.  Or in a month.  Or however long it had been.  I sighed.  “To be fair, I don’t think I hate you as much as I hate what happened to me.  I changed.  I was not the same man that dated you in college.”
	“Was it really all that bad?” She asked, glancing around at the chosen décor of Becky’s house and obviously finding it distasteful.
	“You will never know how bad it was, Mindy,” I responded, wishing she would get to her point and get out.  “I will never allow myself to be like that again.  Never.”
	“So now you’re 35 years old with a teenage girlfriend and no job or future.  Yeah, that’s an improvement!” She spat out bitterly.  Must be the divorce was wreaking havoc on her social status.
	“Becky is no teenager.  She’s 29.  And, I might add, a hell of a lot better both in and out of the sack then you are!” I was letting her get to me.  In the past I would have curbed my temper and sought a more peaceful resolution.  No longer.  Now I was reveling in my new life and to hell with the consequences!
	“Is that right?” She asked, clearly not believing me.  “Well maybe I would have been a better lover if you had been a better husband!”
	I just laughed in derision.  “I’ll have to ask Mark about that.  Or whoever the hell the pool guy was.  Jacque probably knew too.  And that’s another thing!  I hate tennis!”  I felt better.  I had been wanting to get that off my chest for some time.  Sure, Becky knew, but it had been Mindy’s idea to get me into it in the first place.  It was kind of interesting at first, but before long it became another step in the torture and debasing of the man who had been Josh Adams.
	Her mouth opened and her hand flew up to cover it.  I had surprised her.  Apparently she thought she had hidden her little indiscretions better then she had.  She blushed furiously as she came to realize what all the implications were.  “Fine, if you want to be that way, I guess I will see you in court!  You and your little whore!”
	I felt Becky tense even further.  She was glaring daggers into Mindy now.  I was tempted to let her go after her.  Becky had a few inches on Mindy, plus about 30 pounds in all the right places.  Nothing like watching a nice cat fight.  I chuckled and shelved the thought, nothing but bad legal actions down that road.
	Mindy had turned and begun to leave when she heard me chuckle.  She spun back around and glared at me.  The infuriating effect I was having on her was actually quite exciting for me.  At least it kept my dick nice and hard.
	“What was that all about?” She demanded, hands on her hips.  “Do you think it’s just fine and dandy to have a little slut at your beck and call all the time?”
	“Yes,” I immediately replied, throwing her off balance yet again.  Return that serve, bitch!
	She huffed for a moment, unable to think of a comeback then glared down at Becky.  “What about you?  Do you enjoy being a husband stealing whore?  Is it fun wearing that leash around your neck?  You’re a rebound slut, you know, once he’s over me you’ll be dropped like yesterdays laundry!”
	Becky had remarkable restraint, I had to hand it to her.  I really am not sure what kept her from leaping off the floor and pounding Mindy within an inch of her life.  I sort of wanted her too.  All she did was look up at me with a pleading look in her eyes.  I just nodded, giving her permission to do whatever it was she wanted.  I trusted her to stop short of premeditated murder.
	“I used to be like you,” Becky said, her voice even and calm in spite of the turbulent dark thoughts that had to be going through her head.  “I used to insist on being in control of everything.  Josh showed me how to let go and not be afraid.  I am so much happier and better off now.  And Josh will never leave me.”
	Mindy snorted.  It was one of her less attractive poses, to say the least.  “Well bitch, pay better attention.  His word isn’t worth a damn thing.  See this ring?  I see he took his off.  Anyhow, this ring he gave me and made the same pledge of never leaving me.  Till death do us part, he said!”
	She was trying to play the injured wife part, but it really was not coming off.  She needed a lot more grief and sadness, not the anger at being denied her cake.
	“Mindy, our marriage died a long time ago,” I stated, not feeling the least bit guilty over my decision to get the hell out.
	I was ignored, by and large.  The women had an accounting to settle.
	“No, I am his.  Completely.  If he were to abandon me he would be leaving behind some of himself.  He won’t do that,” Becky said, a faint smile on her face.  She had just made a point that I had sort of danced around in my head and never really realized.  It was a good one.  It was more then truth, it was fact.
	Mindy just sneered and turned to leave again.  “Whatever.  You sick fucks go on and have your gross little master and slave thing.  The judge will see it my way!”
	That had not gone as well as I had hoped.  But at least she was on her way out the door, allowing Becky and I to get back to our plans for the evening.
	Mindy never made it to the door though.  Instead Becky jumped up and followed her.  She said, almost softly, “Maybe you should try it.”
	Mindy whirled around.  She laughed harshly.  “I don’t think so,” she said.  “I’m not a freak like you two!”
	She started to spin again – I wondered if she might get dizzy from all the turning and just fall to the floor, maybe hitting her head on something in the process if I was lucky – but Mindy’s retort caught her by surprise.  “What are you afraid of, Mindy?”
	“I’m not afraid of anything, whore!”
	“Are you afraid you might like it?”
	This was getting interesting!  I idly wrapped my hand around my cock to keep it equally interested while the two argued back and forth.
	“Like having somebody else run my life?” She asked.  “How could I want that?  How could I have any respect for myself without taking charge of things?  Normal people don’t do that!”
	“No, normal people don’t do that.  Normal people live unhappy and unfulfilled lives.”
	Mindy had no witty response to that.  She just scowled and reached for the doorknob.
	“We can help you.”
	That stopped Mindy’s hand in mid grab.  My own hand stopped as well.  What the hell was Becky up to?
	“What the hell are you talking about?” Mindy asked after a second.  Rather frightening to think that she and I were on the same wavelength.
	“I can show you how to let go and have a good time.  How to be a better person.  How to be a good lover and a good wife,” Becky said.
	I should have put a stop to it right then.  I would have, in fact, if I was not certain that Mindy would slam the door in Becky’s face and get the hell out.
	“You think I want Him back?” She said, trying to sound just as bitchy as before but for some reason failing.  I suspected the reason but it terrified me so much I refused to lend credence to it.
	“Yes, you do.  You loved him once, and now that he has changed back into more of a man it’s driving you crazy that you don’t have him.  You want Josh but the self centered bitch that you have created over the years won’t let go that easy.  Deep down inside you just want to crawl over to him and beg forgiveness.”
	That was way over the top.  I jumped up from the couch, determined to put an end to this.  If nothing else, Becky was going to embarrass herself.  I suspected far worse would come of it though.
	“And you think you can show me how to do that?” Her tone showed she was being sarcastic as hell, but her body language showed there might be more then mere snide disrespect to the question.
	“If you will just try to relax and explore your own potential, yes.”
	Mindy was breathing fast, her ire clearly raised.  I was only a few steps behind Becky by now, but I decided to wait again and see what happened.  My dick continued to wave and bob in the breeze.
	Mindy shook her head then and turned.  She was finished.  She had had enough.  The door opened and with a last thoughtful glance back at Becky, she prepared to step through it.
	“Shut the door, Mindy.”
	Both woman glanced back at me in surprise.  Even more surprising was the door that shut.  Was that my voice that had just sounded those words?  Bah, what the hell was wrong with me?
	“Take off your clothes.”  I did it again.  What the hell was I doing?
	Mindy’s lower lip trembled for a moment.  She stared at me and then at Becky, uncertain of what to do and unable to believe what she was hearing.  She was taking too much time.  “Now!” I roared.
	She flinched at the volume and power of my command.  Without even realizing it, I think, her hands flew to the buttons on her blouse, undoing them rapidly and pulling it out from where she had it tucked into her designer pants.  She stopped as soon as the shirt began to slide off her shoulders, realizing what she doing perhaps.  Her breasts were covered by her bra, but the intimate picture she was offering clearly upset her.
	“Keep going,” I said, not wanting her to stop and think about it long enough to change her mind.  I had already made my decision.  I was going to hell!
	Her breath caught in her throat.  Her blouse fell to the floor, followed moments later by her pants.  Between the two of them they probably cost more then anything else in the kitchen, including the appliances.
	Mindy stood there in shock.  Her lacy white Victoria’s Secrets bra and matching French cut panties her only cover, aside from her low heeled Gucci shoes.
	Becky and I both continued to look at Mindy, my foot tapping impatiently.  After a few heartbeats of uncomfortable silence I said, “All right put your clothes on and get the hell out of here.  Don’t come back.  Ever.”
	Her lip quivered again.  She was beside herself.  Confused, totally.  Right where I wanted her. I turned my back on her and said, “Come Becky, let’s get back to what we were doing.”
	Becky followed me, casting a long disappointed glance at Mindy.  I returned to the couch and sat on it.  Becky sank to her knees in front of me and licked up and down my still turgid phallus.  I glanced behind her and saw Mindy staring at us from the kitchen, still apparently lost in her own internal battle.  I saw her square her shoulders and come forward then, having made a decision.  She timed it well with Becky taking my now slick cock into her mouth and descending on it until her nose grounded out on my groin.  I fought the urge to groan as her throat muscles swallowed repeatedly around me.
	“I can do this,” Mindy said, more of a whisper then anything else.
	“I told you to leave!” I said, my voice understandably gruff.
	“I can do this!” She repeated more firmly.  To illustrate her point she reached behind her and unhooked her bra.  It fluttered to the floor and revealed her surgically enhanced breasts.  Only a little smaller then Becky’s, thanks to the miracle of modern breast implants, Mindy thrust her chest out proudly and slipped her panties to the floor.  Her pussy I had forgotten about.  It was a small and cute little thing.  Her slit hidden by the wisps of neatly trimmed golden hair between her legs.
	It appeared that she really meant it.  I just nodded and let my eyes close for a moment, enjoying the wonderful things Becky’s tongue and mouth was doing to my cock.  I opened them back up and saw Mindy still standing there, trying to look impressive but feeling her resolution waver as we paid her no attention.  I judged her about to burst into tears and take off before I finally acknowledged her.
	“Get behind Becky,” I ordered.  “On your knees.”
	Before she realized it, Mindy had taken the position I described.  She stared down at Becky’s back, her eyes gliding over the ridges of her spin and the bumps her ribs made along her sides.  Her eyes lingered over the small hollow in Becky’s back just above her ass and then stared unashamedly at her flawless white ass cheeks.  She blushed a little when she looked at the puckered sphincter between her cheeks.  It winked at her in time with Becky’s breathing.  Below that Mindy felt her mouth open.  She gasped as Becky’s pussy dripped its juices down her legs.  Becky repositioned her legs, sliding her knees farther apart.  Her slit parted easily, opening up like a pink rose to a new days sunlight.  Mindy gasped again, unable to believe what she was doing.
	That was nothing.  “Mindy, rim her ass.  Tongue it good and get her ready for me,” I said, remembering to keep the imperious tone in my voice.
	Mindy slowly moved forward, almost floating towards her target.  Her hands came up and rested on either side of Becky’s ass, keeping the cheeks pulled away and giving her some leverage.  The closer she got the more she smelled Becky’s sex, the scent curling into her nostrils and inflaming her passions.  Mindy had always tried to keep it a secret, but failed miserably, at how much the smell of sex, especially her own, had turned her on.  Apparently it was not merely her own but rather the smell of a wet pussy in general.
	 Her lips parted and her tongue flicked out, barely touching the skin below Becky’s ass, already slick with her juices.  From the expression on Mindy’s face I could tell that she was not impressed with her first taste of snatch.  I could appreciate that, it was quite tangy and powerful at times.  Kind of like coffee or beer though, it was an acquired taste.  Once acquired, it was damn hard to go without it.  Or maybe that was just me.
	Becky had challenged her pride though, and she refused to back down from the dare.  She tried again, getting a better swipe with her tongue from the bottom of Becky’s creamy slit to her puckered rectum.  I lost track of what happened for the next few minutes as Becky had discovered something indescribably pleasurable to do to me involving her tongue, a twist of her head, and a gentle tickling with the fingernails of one hand.
	When I realized the danger I was in of erupting into my pleasure slaves throat, I pulled her head off and took stock of the situation.  Mindy had overcame her distaste of pussy and ass apparently, for she was licking away with gusto.  I was almost envious.  Becky had gone out of her way the past few days to maintain a very steady diet, in addition to some pretty intense and invasive personal hygiene practices.  She wanted absolutely nothing to mar our lovemaking that night.
	I stood up from the couch and walked around, seeing Mindy trying to force her tongue past the tightened ring of muscle denying her entrance.  I smiled and let my eyes wander over my ex-wife.  She had a petite body, small and thin and seemingly fragile.  I had always been afraid I would break her, but I was a big man.  Big in a good way, since I was in great shape (damn tennis!).  Big in a couple of ways, I decided with a smile and a glance at my glistening shaft.
	Becky moaned then.  One of Mindy’s hands had slipped around and was rubbing against Becky’s pussy.  I shook my head and fought down the urge to laugh.  I stepped behind Mindy and let my hand come down on her ass.  She yelped and sprang off the side, keeping her posterior away from me defensively.
	“What the fuck was that for!” She shouted.  It was hard to take her seriously considering the glazed donut look on her chin and cheeks.
	“Because I felt like it,” I returned aloofly.  “Get the KY from that desk over there and get Becky’s ass nice and slippery for me.”
	Becky looked on, amusement warring with the passion in her eyes.  “Sir, perhaps you should use me to show her how a spanking should be given and received,” Becky suggested, waving her ass suggestively at me.  An ass like that begged to be spanked, and I had to admit, I certainly enjoyed doing it.
	“Good idea,” I admitted, momentarily forgetting about my demand for the KY jelly.  I sat back down on the couch and motioned for her to lay across my legs.  She did so quickly, with a loving smile on her face.
	No time like the present.  Before Becky could prepare herself I started in, landing a swat on each cheek.  She grunted with each hit, knowing that she was forbidden to cry out.  Mindy’s eyes grew so large I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.  She had thought that my smack on her ass had been hard.  In a matter of seconds Becky’s ass was becoming angry and red.  My hand had begun to sting as well, but I was not about to relent.
	“Mindy, bring me your belt,” I said, gently rubbing and kneading the flesh of Becky’s ass.  My victims breathing came in gasps.  I slipped my finger down the crack of her ass and teased her asshole briefly before finding her pussy.  It was drenched.
	I glanced up and saw a flushed Mindy standing before me, holding out the designer leather belt that she had been wearing.  I took it from her and looped it once, then let it fall on Becky’s ass.  Not too hard, but enough to let her know it was there.  I did not want to break the skin, that would be a betrayal of her trust in me.  A betrayal in my mind, at least.
	She stiffened and gasped.  Two more swipes and she started shaking in my lap.  I smiled victoriously and looked up at Mindy, who had not retreated but instead stared at Becky in wanton fascination.  I slipped my finger back down into Becky’s pussy, marveling at how indescribably wet she was.  I pulled it out and held it up to Mindy to let her see what the effect of the spanking had been.  Other then the silent orgasm she had endured, that is.  She stared at it for a moment, her hands absent-mindedly rubbing her thighs.  Then she one upped me by leaning over and sucking my finger into her mouth, cleaning it off.
	My cock throbbed at the sight.  It was trapped between my belly and Becky’s hip, pleasantly crushed but wanting some attention.  I decided it was time.
	“Am I going to get a spanking?” Mindy asked, her breath a throaty whisper.
	“You haven’t earned it,” I said, gently maneuvering Becky so that she knelt on the floor beside me.  Mindy dropped to her knees beside her and both women stared at me.  Becky’s stare was one of adoration and absolute trust.  Mindy’s was filled with lust and curiosity.
	“Mindy lay down on your back,” I said, having determining how I wanted to proceed.  “Becky, sixty-nine with her, ass up in the air as high as you can.”
	The moment had come and Becky knew it.  She hurried to comply with my orders, excited and scared at the same time.  As soon as they were properly positioned I retrieved the tube of lubricant and squirted some out on my finger.  Mindy helped me then by reaching around and pulling Becky’s cheeks as far apart as possible while below she used her lips to separate Becky’s lips so she could stab at her clit with her tongue.  I applied the lube generously, teasing her sphincter with my fingertips.
	The next application of KY had me probing at her ass with a single finger, trying to convince her sphincter to relax and let me inside.  The combination of my persistence, the slippery jelly, and Mindy’s improvisational pussy-eating technique allowed me to finally succeed.  I heard a muffled gasp from Becky when my finger slipped in to the first knuckle.  I just grinned and left it there for a moment so that she could get used to it.  My other fingers continued to tease and tickle her backdoor, keeping up the stimulation to further allow me entrance.
	The further entrance came a moment later.  I slipped a second finger in alongside the first, rotating them very slowly.  Becky whimpered slightly.  I hoped it was from the frenzied attack that Mindy had begun on her clit and not pain from my invasion.  After a few more moments I pulled my fingers out and quickly lubed them up some more.  Wasting as little time as possible, I returned them to her ass, spreading the KY around as much as possible both inside and out in as gentle a manner as possible.  I was rewarded on a personal level when I noticed Becky pushing back against my hand.
It reminded me of our first night together, when she had grabbed my hand and rammed her ass down on it, exploding into an all encompassing orgasm as her ass was penetrated for the first time.  That had blown me away.  I was almost disappointed that something similar did not happen again this time, but she was saving herself up for what was to come.  I could not blame her, since I was doing the same thing.
My fingers left her ass alone then, but already I was spreading the KY on my cock, getting it properly prepared.  Feeling things were well in hand I knelt behind her, one knee to either side of Mindy’s head, and placed the head of my cock against her asshole.  I slapped it against her winking rosebud a couple of times, teasing her, then began the task of trying to convince it to let me enter her.
Her sphincter resisted me at first.  It had been very relaxed and inviting to my fingers, but the width of two fingers was nowhere near the circumference of my manhood.  I pressed forward slowly, inexorably.  Her ass began to accept me, her brown-eye opening under the pressure.  Becky backed up again, hastening the delivery of my package.  I had to grit my teeth and fight the desire to sink myself into her incredibly tight ass.
Then, with a silent pop signaled by a lessening of resistance, the head of my cock was in.  Her ass gripped me tightly, refusing to let me to either withdraw or continue.  Becky was breathing fast and hard, having a hard time tending to the all-she-could-eat pussy buffet spread before her.  Mindy had no such problems, however.  She was slobbering all over Becky’s clitoris and hole, trying to deliver all the right moves and techniques that I had used on her throughout our marriage.
Then I felt Mindy’s tongue licking away at my balls.  Her teeth scraped lightly across the skin of my sack and I was left with no choice but to growl and push forward.  Becky was ready for me, thankfully, and pushed back in return.  I tried to be gentle, but there was no holding back at that point.  A few slow thrusts and my hips ground against the back of Becky’s still red ass cheeks.  I was breathing hard at that point too, trying to mentally tear apart and put back together the engine on my Heritage Softail Classic to stave off the actions I wanted so desperately to perform.  I made it to the carburetor before I could hold back no more and started to pump myself in and out of her ass.
Becky whimpered again, but it was a good whimper.  Her ass thrust back at me each time, meeting me fiercely.  She wanted it to happen as badly as I did.  Needed, in fact.  I had the presence of mind to squirt a little more lube on my phallus on the out strokes a couple of times, just to make sure we kept things properly lubricated.  Mindy had long since returned her attention to Becky’s pussy, though occasionally I would feel her fingers fondle my sack.  It was just as well she did not pay to much attention to me or the wonderful experience may have been over long before we were ready for it too.
Becky stopped breathing then and started to shudder all over again.  Her breath caught back up in a great inhalation and then a low pitched howl as her orgasm rocked through her.  It began somewhere between her ass and her pussy and sent powerful shockwaves to every nerve in every inch of her skin.  Mindy clamped her lips onto her clit then and started to suck on it, heightening and prolonging the experience.  I groaned as her ass tightened down on my cock, making it impossible to thrust into her had it not been for the liberal coating of KY.
Finally Becky came down from her orgasm.  She slumped onto Mindy’s body, bereft of the energy necessary to do much of anything.  I slowed my actions then greatly, taking long and slow plunges into her from behind.  Likewise Mindy seemed to treat her pussy more compassionately, focusing more on licking up the juices that had threatened to gush out of her then she was on her super-sensitive clit.
“Please Sir,” Becky said, looking back over her shoulder at me.  Seeing the look on her face, the peace and the gratitude and the simple love there, I could deny her nothing.  I nodded for her to continue.  “Please cum in my ass, Sir”
And I had figured she wanted me to pull out.  Silly me.  I never ceased to be amazed at how incredible Becky was.  Is.  Will forever be.  I nodded again and picked up my pace.  I took the mental restrictions off and began a countdown in my head from 50 to 0.
Becky thrust back at me, her energy rekindled.  Mindy had taken to trying to suck on my sack again, but my pistoning hips made it awkward and nearly impossible.  So, she returned her attention to Becky’s snatch.  Her fingers found their way into her pussy, sliding in and out and stimulating not only Becky but also my cock.  I had never fucked a woman in the ass before, so this was a new experience for me too.  I was learning as I went.  Learning things like how thin and pliable the wall of flesh between the pussy and the ass are, for example.  I could feel Mindy’s fingers, muffled though it was by Becky’s tunnels of love that separated us.
I had read once a long time ago that a lot of male porn stars do the countdown trick.  It helps directors and camera men and whoever else needs to know time the money shot.  You know, the guy’s climax, when he blows his load all over his co-star’s face, tits, belly, ass, or wherever else his cum is destined to land.  I had tried it once and ever since, it had become a failsafe for me.  Never failed, for some reason.
So, needless to say, by the time I was getting down to single digits in my head, my testicles felt like they were on fire.  It was a good kind of fire though, not that other burning sensation I had managed to pick up once in college.  On queue, my sperm bubbled up and rushed through my cock, fighting past the tight ring of muscle into her ass far easier then my cock had gained entry.  I was lost in a swoon.  Explosions were going off all around me.  Every muscle in my body tensed and then tensed even tighter.  My brain overloaded and all conscious thought was driven from me.  Everything except the singular need to drive myself as deeply into her ass as possible and to unload every last bit of cum my body possessed.
When it was over I think I succeeded.  I staggered forward, barely catching myself before I would have fallen on Becky’s back.  My dick was hard as hell, in spite of having just released more jism then I felt it was possible for my testicles to hold.  I realized then that Becky was shuddering in the after stages of another orgasm.  Apparently between Mindy and I, we had gotten to her yet again.  I smiled wearily.  This ass fucking was good stuff!
I pulled out of her then, drawing a disappointed sigh from Becky.  I checked out my cock and was elated to see there was no signs of anything unsightly on it.  I glanced at her ass and saw that she had it high in the air still for a reason.  Her sphincter muscle was slow in returning to its former tightness.  I could see into her ass, and saw the pool of my semen inside of her.  I grinned and gave her a light smack on the ass.  I moved over to the couch and grabbed the wash rag off of the end table to clean my dick off.  It looked clean, but better safe then sorry.
“How did you like that, slut?” I asked, my tone too pleased and contented to be commanding.
“I loved it, Sir!” Becky responded, looking up at me with those great big brown windows into her soul.  “I feel so bloated from all of your cum, I love it!”
I chuckled.  Mindy wormed her way out from underneath of Becky and stood up slowly.  “So is that it then?” She asked.  She was quite a vision herself.  Face glistening with Becky’s juices, her nipples so hard they screamed for attention, and her own girl cum leaking down her legs.  She was extremely aroused and horny, even a catholic nun would have seen that.  She seemed angry as well though, for throughout it all she had yet to have an orgasm.
“No, that’s not it,” I said, an edge returning to my voice.  “You were a bad girl, Mindy.  Very bad.”
“What did I do wrong?  I did all the shit you asked me to do, even licking her ass!”
Her manner would not do at all.  “Get over here, Mindy, and do it now.”
She came over to me, not entirely wanting to but a great part of her making her.  She stood before me, no longer the least bit ashamed of hiding her nudity from us.  I reached out and grabbed her wrist.  I pulled her down across my lap on the couch.  That poor couch had seen a lot of use in the past month.
Before she could utter any words of denial my hand sailed in and landed on her ass.  Three more quick slaps followed.  She stiffened in pain from the anal beating she was receiving, but her breath was caught in her lungs and refused to allow her to cry out.  I grinned and picked up her belt where I had laid it down before.  A few moments of gentle rubbing on her ass allowed her to begin to breathe normally again, though she was shivering slightly from the pain of the stinging slaps.  That and the excitement of being physically punished for the first time in her life.
The belt came in next, creating instant horizontal red welts across her ass.  The wind exploded from her.  She began to cry out in pain with each crack of leather on flesh.  I just grinned and enjoyed myself.  I glanced up at Becky once, who had finally managed to stand back up.  She looked longingly at me and at what I was doing.  I smiled warmly at her, the belt continuing to rise and fall in an uneven and unpredictable rhythm.
“May I use the bathroom, Sir?” Becky asked finally, seeing that I planned on continuing what I was doing for a while.
“Hurry back, I may need some help properly punishing this uppity bitch,” I said to her.  Sometimes it just feels good to be alive.  That was one of those times.
I think that Mindy was starting to feel good herself.  She had stopped crying out in pain with each fresh welt.  Instead she had started moaning.  I never did understand what could possibly drive a woman to be turned on by a spanking.  I never complained though; I enjoyed delivering them!
It should be fairly obvious by now that I had overstepped my bounds. I had let the power-trip go to my head.  With Becky I had absolute free reign and total control.  With Mindy I had no such rights.  She had not offered herself to me, she was simply curious as to the nature of the relationship Becky and I shared.  At the moment she was so incredibly aroused that she did not realize just how terrified she was of what was happening.  Later it would have a chance to sink in to her.  Later, when she had trouble sitting down from all the welts on her ass reminding her.
But for now, there was the belt and there was her ass.  I took a break and parted her legs enough for me to lightly tap the belt against her juicy pussy lips.  She gasped with each light and painless smack, expecting far worse.  Finally I spread her lips and slipped her belt between them, gently tugging it back and forth over her clit and her hole.  The leather soaked up her juices and rasped against her sensitive skin, drawing more forth.  I set the belt aside then and began to gently massage her savaged cheeks.  I dipped my fingers into the crack of her ass, poking at her asshole and then slipping down to tease her pussy.  She shuddered when my fingers found her hole, then gasped and started to orgasm when I rubbed against her clit.  I brought my other hand down once on her ass as she spasmed on my lap.  It caused her to arch her back and suffer another orgasm immediately following her first.  I was grinning from ear to ear.  I never knew Mindy could be multi-orgasmic.
Becky was back then.  She slipped over to the end of the couch that Mindy’s head was on and slid underneath her, positioning her pussy for Mindy’s face.  I pulled Mindy off my lap and yanked her hips up so that she was kneeling on the couch, her face buried in Becky’s cunt.  I slipped in behind her, my cock more then ready for another round of action.  Without so much as a hint of resistance it slid all the way into her pussy.  Mindy shuddered again, having a third orgasm around the fullness of my cock inside of her.
I began pounding into her without mercy, drawing groans and moans from her.  She was begging me to never stop with one breath, then pleading and telling me she could not go on anymore.  I just rode her through it all, sending her into one incredible orgasm after another.  Finally she got enough control that she buried her face back in Becky’s crotch, slurping loudly.  Becky moaned and wrapped her hands around Mindy’s head, holding her there tightly.
I grabbed the KY and squirted some onto my fingers, never leaving the sanctuary of Mindy’s pussy.  I poked and prodded at her asshole, teasing it until I felt it was ready, then slipping my thumb inside of her.  She moaned even louder into Becky’s twat at the double penetration.  The way she responded, pushing her ass at me and how much more easily it had gone into her convinced me that for Mindy, anal sex was no new thing.  I scowled at the implications and decided that she deserved further punishment.
I yanked my cock out of her pussy and repositioned it so quickly she barely had time to register its absence.  I thrust it home, spearing into her rectum and sinking a third of the way in with one thrust.  She grunted at the intrusion and tried to pull away so she could gain some time to relax her sphincter muscles.  Uh uh, not gonna happen.  I thrust again, forcing myself in deeper.  The lube helped a lot, so I put more on my cock for the next thrust.  She whimpered in pain at my entrance.
A few more thrusts and I was in her all the way.  I took it easy on her then, pistoning in and out slowly and adding more KY when necessary to ease things.  She had stopped licking Becky’s crotch altogether, causing Becky to watch me with a concerned look in her eyes.  The concern was not for Mindy, but for me.  Remarkable woman, that Becky.  Kind of wish I had listened to her more.
In due time Mindy came back around.  As I said, she seemed a veteran of anal invasions.  I kept things liberally lubricated to ease our movements.  Lubricated so well that the tube finally was squeezed dry.  I shrugged and tossed it off to the side.  Mindy had quit fighting some time ago and now rammed herself back at me, taking it harder and faster then Becky had.  Yet more proof to me of her after-school activities.
One of her hands slipped beneath her to play with her pussy.  The other she kept to stabilize herself.  Seeing her enjoying herself again, Becky pulled her head back into her pussy.  Mindy wasted no time in reintroducing her tongue.
Then Mindy was exploding around my cock in her ass.  Her sphincter clenched me tightly, fighting both of our urges to thrust against one another.  I groaned at the friction but refused to give in to the sensations.  She simply shook and shuddered and mewed quietly into Becky’s cunt.  It turned out that she was sucking fiercely on Becky’s clit while she was being shaken to the core of her being by her orgasm.  The suction and the noises coming from both of us sent Becky into another orgasm of her own, though it was not nearly as powerful as the ones before had been.
I ground my hips to a stop, leaving my cock buried in her ass as both girls relaxed from their respective peaks.  After they started showing life again I began to withdraw.  Mindy tried to back up and keep me buried within her, but I would have none of it.
I grabbed the washcloth and wiped my cock clean of any unsightly residue from Mindy’s ass.  Again it looked clean, and I was thankful, but I wanted to be sure.  The cool dampness of the cloth helped to calm me down a bit too.
I ended up standing there lightly jacking myself off, facing the two girls on the couch.  Becky quickly adjusted herself so that she was kneeling on the floor in front of me, kissing and licking the head of my dick.  Mindy, after a moment of watchful silence, slipped to the floor beside her and joined her.  I nodded approvingly, things were working out well at that point.  Perhaps there was a future ahead of us.
Between the two girls slobbering away at my dick and my hand pumping up and down the shaft, my fevered passions quickly returned.  I took my hand away and let first Becky and then Mindy work me over.  While one slurped on my manhood the other would suckle my balls.  It was a great arrangement, as far as I was concerned.  Somewhere along the way Mindy had learned to deep throat like a pro too.  In spite of being married to her for 14 years I knew so little about her.
Their joint activities quickly took their toll on me.  I groaned and swayed back and forth a moment, on the verge of release.  There was no sense in fighting it anymore.  I took a staggering step back and yanked my cock out of their greedy clutches.  I pistoned my hand up and down the shaft and offered it to Becky., who sucked me happily into her mouth.  Mindy frowned but moved right up beside her to catch what she could.
I exploded then, blasting hot spurt after hot spurt of my cum into Becky’s mouth.  It arched off of the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat, threatening to overwhelm her.  She struggled valiantly but failed in the end.  Some of my cum leaked past her lips and down her chin, where Mindy slurped it up without a seconds hesitation.  After I felt the last vestiges of my orgasm leave my legs weak, I pulled away and slumped down on the couch.
Becky turned to Mindy then and pulled her head to her, kissing her none to gently.  Mindy fought back, returning the kiss with a ferocity that surprised me.  Their mouths opened and Becky used her tongue to shovel some of my cum into Mindy’s mouth.  The tongue battle began with the two of them fighting over my seed.  In the end some of it leaked down their cheeks, chins, throats, and even breasts, but most ended up happily swallowed.
I had trouble believing what I was seeing.  I knew Becky would not only do whatever I told her to do, but that she would probably enjoy it.  What I was seeing was something else entirely though.  It was Becky’s first time with a woman, for starters.  Apparently Mindy’s too.  They behaved like champions though.  I just smiled benignly and watched them finish cleaning each other’s upper bodies off with their lips and fingers and tongues.
As soon as it was over Becky flew back over to me, curling up on the floor against my leg and hugging it fondly.  I smiled and ran my hand softly over her back.  Mindy watched us for a moment, an expression of sadness coming over her.  I glanced at my other leg by way of an offering, but she just stared at it for a moment.  In the end she shook her head slightly and staggered up to her feet.   She grabbed her belt from where it lay on the couch and picked up her clothes.  She walked down the hall to the bathroom and disappeared inside.  After several long minutes later she reappeared, fully dressed.  Her expression was one of a very confused woman.  She refused to meet my gaze, looking everywhere but at me.
“Now what?” I said, my voice as neutral as I could make it.
“Um,” she began, eloquently expressing herself as any baccalaureate in psychology should be able to.  “I don’t know.  I need time.”
I nodded.  “We’ll be here,” I said.  It was no invitation for her to return and she knew it, but rather a simple statement as to where she could find us when she was ready to.
She nodded and managed a weak smile.  Her gaze swept across me briefly, her face flushing as she did so.  Her head dropped a little and she found Becky staring back at her openly.  When their eyes met Becky smiled genuinely.  That brought more color to Mindy’s cheeks, but she had the good grace to return the gesture.  She turned then and walked towards the kitchen.
Becky glanced up at me quickly.  I rolled my eyes but nodded.  It amazed me as to how easily we knew each other in the short time we had been together.  She quickly jumped to her feet and followed Becky into the kitchen.  Mindy was putting her expensive designer shoes back on.  She spoke no words but instead just put her hand out and gently brought up Mindy’s chin so that their eyes met again.  Then Becky embraced her, giving her a big hug.  After a brief moment of indecision, Mindy returned it and clutched to her desperately.  The two women just held one another for a small eternity before Mindy finally took a shuddering breath and broke away.  She slipped her other shoe on and all but fled out the door.
Becky watched her get into her Porsche and back out of the driveway then drive off.  She came back to me and made as if to sit back on the floor.  I grabbed her and pulled her into my lap instead.  I had a lot on my mind and wanted her close by.  She was more then just a fuck toy, you see; she was a lighthouse for me amidst the stormy waters.
We went to bed that night with no further sex but instead just a growing intimacy with each other.  Her fantasy had been filled.  Two of them actually, in one night.  She was happy.  Come to think of it, so was I.  I guess.   I was a little uncertain about our choice of a third partner, but I figured time would tell what would come of it.
I did not expect that time to be the very next day.  It was a Saturday and we had gone for a morning ride to catch some breakfast and watch the sun rise over the Atlantic Ocean.  On our return to Becky’s house we saw three police cars pulled up outside of it, lights flashing.  I hopped off my bike quickly and rushed up to see what was going on.  It had never occurred to me that perhaps I should have just kept on riding.
“What’s going on here?” I demanded, approaching the nearest officer.
“Are you Joshua Adams?” He asked me, eyeing me warily.
I nodded, wondering if maybe Mindy had been so upset and distracted last night that she had gotten in an accident on her way home.  I was admittedly screwed up about her, but I did not want her dead.
“Please put your hands against the vehicle, Mr. Adams.  You are under arrest for the assault and battery and rape of Mrs. Mindy Adams.”  The cop dropped the bomb on me without any warning.  That reminded me why I had never really cared much for the police.  Or rather it gave me another reason.
“Bullshit!” I snarled.  I let the other officer guide me towards the car though.  The last thing I needed was a resisting arrest tagged on to the others.
“You have the right to remain silent,” the cop began, reading me my Miranda rights.  I glanced back and saw Becky staring at the scene, tears running down her cheeks.  I just shook my head slightly and she knew enough to stay in the background.  I did not know whether they wanted her or not, but there was no way in hell I was going to take the chance and find out.
As the car pulled away from the curb I stared out the window at Becky.  I was saying all sorts of things to her in my head.  Terms of endearment, vows of undying faith, and other romantic nonsense.  The look on her face said she was offering me the same silent support.  We turned a corner and Becky disappeared.
One thing was for certain, my lawyer was going to be handling a lot more then just a divorce case!