Author: Jason Halstead

Freedom – A Different Kind of Prison
© July, 2003
by Jason Halstead

	“I’ve got a problem,” Mindy said, talking through the telephone to me.  I looked at her confused and grief stricken face through the Plexiglas window that us.  More importantly, it separated my hands from her throat.
	She had put me in here, you see.  Here being the county jail.  The trial was not over yet, or for that matter, had not even fully begun.  Nevertheless, in order to save what money I had, I refused to allow Becky to post bail for me.  Rape and spousal abuse were the charges, or what they all boiled down to, at least.  Two weeks in the clink was not my idea of a good time.
	 Ignoring my dark glare, she continued.  “Ever since that day I have been so unable to think clearly!  I went home that night and ran into daddy.  He made me sit down and tell him what was wrong.  I… I was so confused I just let it all out, telling him everything that had just happened.  He was pissed off, Josh!  He muttered things under his breath about how he had known all along what an asshole you were, about how wrong you were for me, about what a fool they had all been to let you into the family and into his company.  My head was swimming!  I didn’t know what to do.  He made the call to the police, Josh, not me!  He made me tell them what I told him, and it was daddy that made me press charges, not me!”
	I was a little surprised to hear that.  I knew her father to be a rock hard man who happened to be 95% prick, 5% asshole, but being that way had landed him in charge of an international manufacturing company that made capacitors and batteries and other electronic gizmos.  Anyhow, I figured it had been all her, coming to her senses and realizing that the incredible time she had with Becky and I was influenced by drugs or something and totally unhealthy and insane.  Definitely not something she would want her country club friends to know about.  That was the Mindy I knew and hated.  Took several years of marriage for me to realize it, but that was the black and white of it.
	“Just finish signing off the divorce papers and you don’t have to worry about it anymore,” I growled, not wanting to talk to her.  Things were so much simpler with Becky.  We had each other, we had the road to ride on, and more importantly, we didn’t have bullshit of a domineering father-in-law watching over our every move.
	“Josh! Don’t you understand?” Mindy said, pleading with me, “I don’t want to divorce you!”
	I scowled.  Why did she have to make this so difficult?  “Mindy, I’m tired of being your trophy husband.  I am finished with it, rather.  Finished with the rich-bitch lifestyle, finished with all the golfing and all the tennis.  God, if I ever play tennis again I’m going to kill myself.  Tired of the personal trainers, champagne and wine, the threat of ‘daddy’ hanging over my shoulder at all times, and tired of sharing you with the pool boy, gardener, and whoever else catches your fancy!  Hell, I don’t even ever want to taste another light beer!”
	“Oh Josh,” he lip quivered and her eyes threatened to burst into rivers of tears.
	“I’m not the same man you married, Mindy.”
	She looked at me and smiled pathetically.  “No Josh, you’re not.  He’s gone now, I can see that.”
The tears finally rolled down her cheeks.  The sight of a woman crying does things to me, bad things that often times make me misjudge myself when I should damn well know better.  Not this time though, I gritted my teeth and hardened my heart, clenching down on any compassion and locking it behind some deep dark door inside me.
“But the man I fell in love with is back… more then ever he was!”
I leaned back, letting the phone slip from my hand before recovering and grabbing it before it fell.  “What the hell does that mean?” I asked her, entirely unsure of what the thing that was spinning out of control beneath me was.  I had thought it was my life, finally figured out and in order.  Silly me.
“I didn’t realize it until I went and talked to Becky-“
I interrupted her before she could say anymore.  “WHAT?!  You talked to Becky!  You leave her out of this, goddamnit!  You here me Mindy, you stay away from her, she is totally innocent of any of this!  She just had the bad luck of falling in with me.”
Mindy smiled, though I could tell in spite of it being genuine, it pained her to do so.  “It’s okay, Josh, after she punched me I admitted I had it coming.  So then she smacked me as well.  I’ve been wearing a lot of makeup so you can’t see the bruises.  I asked her if that made her feel better and she told me ‘not really, but I’m just getting started.’  She’s a strong girl!”
I chuckled in spite of myself.  Becky was my kitten, totally at my beck and call.  Any whim I might have, no matter how dangerous, crazy, or obscene she would do for me without hesitating (unless she could think of something better, in which case she would tell me and let me decide what it is that she should do).  But to reconfirm just what a tough bitch she was made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“I would have liked to see that,” I said, grinning slightly.
“I bet you would have,” Mindy answered, also smirking.
Mindy knew she stood no chance against Becky when it come to anything physical.  Mindy was scrawny, plain and simple.  5’7” tall (without the heels), long curly blond hair, a great heart shaped ass that topped legs that must have stood about 8 feet tall on their own, and B cup tits that modern medicine had determined would never need a bra to stay up and say hello to the world.  She was beautiful, in a look-but-don’t-touch-because-you-might-break-me sort of way.  Becky was solid.  Athletic body type with 2 or 3 inches on Mindy in height.  Muscles from all the time spent riding, working on, and selling Harley’s, nice borderline C cup tits that technically required no bra either (at present).  I was concerned about what old man gravity might do to them down the road, but she assured me she had her mothers build and her mother, nearly 60 years old, could still get away with going braless had she wanted too.  She had a great ass too, come to think of it (Becky did, not her mother).  Becky was great looking too, maybe not the supermodel quality Mindy had, but more of the hometown or girl next door you spend most of your young adult life masturbating too the thought of.
Mindy was talking again, waking me out of my private comparison.  “Maybe when all this is said and done Becky and I can have an oil wrestling match for your or something like it.”
Yep, she had my undivided attention again.
“Anyhow,” she went on, seeing the far away look gone from my eyes, “after Becky felt better about beating me up, we sat down and talked.  She really is a great girl, Josh, and I don’t blame you for falling for her.  She helped me realize what I wanted, but I’m not sure how to get it or if I can get it.”
“And what’s that?” I asked, curious in spite of my better judgment.
“You, Josh.  I want you.  I fell back in love with you more then ever after what happened.  I am so sorry for how I have treated you over the years, for all the other men, all the jokes, for all the times I called you Joshy, and even for the tennis!” More tears slid down Mindy’s face.  Her voice kept threatening to catch in her throat, hammering against my hidden door with a battering ram straight out of King Arthur’s personal armory.
“I won’t go back,” I stated plainly.
“I’m not asking you too,” she said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to relieve the tension that was wreaking havoc on her.
“I won’t leave Becky either, Mindy.” I had made Becky a promise our first night.  I had given her my word that I would always take care of her.  She had submitted herself to me completely and totally then, and in doing so I had submitted to being responsible for her for as long as I lived.
Mindy smiled.  “She told me you would say that too.  I’m not asking you to leave here either, Josh.  I’m not sure what I am asking, really.  All I know is that I had the man of my dreams under my nose for 14 years and did not even realize it.  I just hope that some day you can forgive me for all the hurt I caused you.”
	I smiled myself.  The hatred and anger that remained was draining away rapidly.  Before me was the Mindy I had met so many years ago, or at least a close facsimile of her.  One that might be a little wiser and older, but no less sexy, genuine, or honest then the original model.
	“Yeah, I think that might be possible.  It would really help if you would prove your good will by dropping the charges though,” I grinned, testing her to see if what she said was true.
	Mindy glanced around thoughtfully.  “Josh,” she began, hesitating for a moment, “I’m, uh, I don’t know if I can…”
	“Mindy, you pressed the charges, you can drop them,” I reminded her.
	“But what about daddy?  He made me do it, if I drop them he’ll be mighty pissed off at me.”
	“And then what, you lose your inheritance?” I spat out.  “Mindy understand this; so long as you bow to his wants and demands you will never be free of him and you will never be the rebellious, fun loving girl I once fell in love with.  You almost had me fooled there.  Almost.”
	Tears fell from her eyes then.  I was hardened at this point, too many tears in a short time period, instead of softening my resolve it now redoubled it.  I was on a roll and not willing to give in.  She sobbed quietly for a few moments, looking away in a vain attempt to keep me from seeing how torn up she was.  Eventually she got up and walked out, turning only at the last to look at me through blurry vision and hold out her hand longingly towards me while her lips mouthed the words, “I’m sorry”.
	Yeah, I’m sorry too.  Bitch.

*****

	The trial, two weeks later, turned out to be a joke.  Nothing like I had planned on.  I expected the worst, and clearly ‘daddy’ had expected the best.  After giving my testimony of the nights events I expected I had nailed my coffin shut.  Becky gave her testimony as well, which matched very closely with mine.  I wondered if they were setting up a horse and rope outside to lynch me as soon as the trial was over.
	Then Mindy was called to the stand.  Her statement matched ours very closely.  Her lawyer was paid for by daddy, after all, and he knew how to ask the questions so that it made it sound as bad as possible for me.  Of course, among normal people living normal (read boring) lives, any excitement such as 2 women and 1 man having sexual relations is a terrible thing.  I believe that what makes it so “wrong” to them is that it is exciting and fun and something they have never and will never experience because they are to terrified to try something new.
	When my lawyer took over to cross examine her, things got interesting.  Interesting in a good way.  Becky threw me a wink as it began.   I noticed all over again how incredibly sexy she was just sitting there in a tight leather skirt and a loosely buttoned blouse.  My lawyer asked her all sorts of questions, ranging from whether or not she had told anyone to stop at any point, or even uttered the word ‘No’.  She was asked if she entered into it of her own decision, which she had to admit to doing.  He confirmed that while I had spanked her (pretty damn hard, I admitted to myself), she did not consider it abuse, as there was no intent to cause her injury.  His final question was as to whether or not she had enjoyed herself.  Blushing furiously she admitted to multiple orgasms.
	Needless to say, daddy was shocked.  Her lawyer frowned; Mindy had not stuck to the story the way he had coached her too and he knew his case was blown.  Mindy looked totally humiliated and embarrassed sitting up there, but then my lawyer’s closing statement to her made her raise her head up and meet everyone’s gaze steadily.  He simply said to her, “I thank you for your honesty Mrs. Adam’s, especially in light of all the pressure that you are surely being exposed to.”
	After more pointless protocol and procedure, the judge finally read the decision, which was of course, not guilty!  He suffixed it with his own little speech on morality and ethics, however, telling us everything short of that we were going straight to hell for our sins.

*****

	Lots of paperwork and red tape had to be dealt with, but finally I walked out of the city jail a free man.  I looked around and there, of all people, stood Mindy.  We stared at each other a moment before I finally walked over to her.
	“Thanks,” I grunted.  It kind of hurt, but given my high spirits I was feeling rather charitable.
	She smiled and nodded, apparently not trusting herself to speak.  Finally she cleared her throat politely and spoke.  “I’m sorry it took so long, Josh, I really am.  I… I had a lot of tough choices to make.”
	I fought back the urge to laugh in her face.  Thinking about it, I realized that, to her, they did seem like worldly and important decisions.  Not your typical Tuesday morning which pair of heels goes with my slacks kind of questions.
	“We’re square now, Mindy,” I said, looking around and wondering where Becky was.  “The past is behind us, I’m willing to let it lay there.  I’m a new man, ready to live a new life.”
	She nodded and saw me glancing towards the street.  “I wanted to talk to you so Becky let me come and pick you up.”
	I tried to be quiet but I must have audibly sighed then.  She glanced at me quickly then away even quicker.  “Don’t worry, Josh, I signed the divorce papers, they are waiting on the counter at Becky’s place…  Your place.”  The last admission seemed a little painful for her, but she was fighting an internal battle and seemed to draw some strength from it.
	“I’m not asking you to come back to me.  Our life is over, I know that.  I don’t want anything either.  I screwed up and I know it, I guess it’s about time I paid for it.  I just wanted to talk is all, especially if this is the last time I’ll ever see you.”
	I nodded, it seemed to me that things were working out just fine after all.  I gave her a smile and walked past her to the passenger door of her Porsche.  She sighed in relief and headed to the drivers side.  In a few moments we were on the rode, cruising towards my new life, which had been momentarily interrupted.
	In spite of wanting to talk to me, the ride was quiet.  Neither of us spoke more then a few words every now and then to break the growing tension.  After what may have been the longest 30 minute ride of my life we pulled alongside the curb of Becky’s house.  Sitting in the driveway was my bike, freshly washed and waxed and begging to be roaring down the highway.
	I opened my door to get out, pausing to look back at Mindy.  She smiled weakly at me.  Foolishness overwhelming me, I reached over and pulled her head to me, crushing her surprised lips against my own and giving her the deepest and most appreciative kiss I could come up with.  All surprise and resistance melted after only a few seconds, and my own denied passions for the past several weeks roared in me, threatening to override my better judgment.
	I broke the kiss and managed to say, “Thanks again, Mindy.”  I had to get out then, before my hormones made me repeat any past mistakes.  I shut the door and in doing so, I felt as though I shut the door on my past.
	I had taken my first step towards the house when I heard the car window roll down and heard Mindy call out my name.  I bent over and looked back in to see tears running down her cheeks.  “Be happy, Josh, you deserve it.”  She pulled out into the street before I could respond, which was probably for the best.  I stood there a moment longer, lost in thought, then turned towards the house.
	Becky met me at the door, wearing the same clothes she had on at the trial earlier, only in a very different way.  The blouse was unbuttoned and tied just below her tits, acting as a halter top showing off her deliciously flat tummy.  The skirt seemed shorter now, somehow, showing off the tops of her thigh high fishnet stockings (at least I knew she had not worn those at the trial).  One of those magical things a beautiful woman can do to drive a sane mane crazy, I guess.
	I pulled her to me before either of us could say anything.  Our mouths found each other and the kiss lasted for what may have been the rest of the year.  When it finally ended I opened my mouth to say something but she silenced me with her finger resting lightly on my lips.  She backed up a step and ran her hands down her sides and over her hips and legs, brushing her skin softly.  Then her hands slid back up the front of her thighs and across her belly, her closely cut fingernails raising goosebumps on her own skin.  They ended at her breasts, cupping them softly and kneading them for my voyeuristic pleasure.  Her hands slid over then and slowly untied the knot in her shirt.
	My balls were aching.  It had been several weeks since my last release and the show this goddess was putting on in front of me was in danger of making me explode in my pants.  Other then a wet dream, I had never cum without being touched before, but I did not doubt for a second that Becky could do that to me.  My breath caught in my throat when she pulled the short to the side and let her oh-so-beautiful tits be displayed.
	Her hands cupped her tits again, without the interference of fabric, and squeezed and played with them.  I was breathing hard and felt my body begin to tremble when she squeezed and twisted her impossible hard nipples between her fingertips.  Then she bowed her head down and pulled her left breast up, not quite able to close the distance until her tongue snaked out and sensuously flicked at the tip of her nipple.  I could feel my pulse throbbing in my ears.
	She straightened up finally and slowly worked the zipper down on her skirt.  She pointed a finger accusingly at me and turned around slowly, looking at me over her shoulder.  This woman was driving me wild.  What was worse was that she was mine to do with as I pleased, if I wanted her, I could take her.  And wow did I ever want her!  Yet somehow I felt imprisoned.  I could not move to her if she did not want me too.
	Becky slid the skirt off her hips then, making sure that it defied gravity and fell very slowly down her smooth and dusky legs to the floor.  Once the top of her skirt was past her garter belt, her creamy buttocks came into my view first, filling me with somehow more lust as I saw the faint tan lines of her various bikini bottoms that she wore while laying in the sun in her backyard.  Then, due to her bent over posture, I saw her puckered anus winking at me.  I swear that she was purposefully making it expand and contract to get me going.  I later found out I was right!
	Yet somehow I stayed my ground.  There was a wet spot in my jeans from all the precum that had leaked out of me, and I feared much more of this show and the wet spot would grow rapidly, and not from precum but from a months worth of saved up sperm.
	Next came the holiest of holies.  Becky’s pussy, freshly shaved and literally dripping with girl-goo.  I could smell her arousal all of a sudden, and marveled as a pearl of her juice formed on her right labia and then, with a timeless beauty to it, hung free by a strand and then fell ever so slowly to the floor.  I was doing more then trembling then, I was shaking with my need.
	My attention was on her opened lips and the deliciously pink treasure box within, so I did not see Becky’s face staring at me from between her legs, so far had she bent over.  She saw my need, I think, and decided that enough torture was enough, perhaps.  Her skirt slid the rest of the way to the floor rapidly now, yet, still I stood there with her bent over in front of me displaying no form of modesty whatsoever.
	Becky backed up then, closing the distance between us and rubbing her heart shaped ass against my straining package.  My hands grabbed onto her hips and pulled her into me, rubbing back against her through my jeans.  I was lost in the moment, and imminently close to making a mess in my boxers.  I groaned quietly then, knowing it was a foregone conclusion.
	Becky spun around and dropped to her knees.  Her hands flew to my jeans and with a level of skill I have never before seen, unbuttoned and unzipped them in record time.  She pulled them and my boxers down just in time.  My cock sprang up and free of its prison, pointing proudly at her face just as the first jet of left my clenching balls and roared through my plumbing and erupted.  Her mouth was open and her tongue was out, further inciting me to explode.  Yet she had not touched my cock as yet.
	Nevertheless, the first shot hit her forcefully, strafing from the tip of her tongue to the roof of her mouth to her upper lip and nose.  The second and third were nearly as powerful, though she managed to catch most of those in her mouth and tongue.  The next ropy burst landed on her right boob, and its successor fell to her right thigh, slowly running down the inside of it as though drawn to her pussy.
	Becky’s mouth descended on me then, capturing the head of my dick in her mouth and tonguing at the slit in the end of it while her hand caressed my balls and convinced them to yield up a few more weak bursts of my seed to her.  She continued to suck long after I was finished, and though usually prolonged stimulation after a good cum makes my dick over-sensitive, this time around it just felt incredibly good.  I stayed hard and incredibly horny.
	Becky backed away from me then a little bit.  She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing me my pool of cum in her mouth as she had what seemed like a lifetime ago when we first met.  And like before, she swallowed it down without missing a beat or changing her expression.  Meanwhile her hand was rubbing the cum that had fallen on her tit into it, caressing it into the sensitive skin of her nipple like moisturizing lotion.  I had never met a girl that not only did not hate the taste of cum, but actually seemed to like it before.  I figured I must have been a pope in a former life to end up having a moment like this one.
	I pulled her to her feet and kissed her deep and hard again, showing her my appreciation as best I could.  I could faintly taste myself on her tongue but did not care.  After what she had done for me, both in the past few seconds as well as the past several weeks, I owed her a lifetime’s worth of snowballing if she so desired (though I certainly did not relish the thought).
	I picked her up easily and felt her legs wrap around me.  My dick was trapped between my belly and her sinfully wet pussy, pointing straight up.  She reached down between us as we kissed and grabbed a hold of it.  I pulled her away from me and let her position me before guiding her back closer to me.  My dick parted the slick folds of her pussy with almost no resistance whatsoever.  It was good to be home.
	We stood there in the kitchen making out and just feeling the completeness of our union for several minutes, at least.  My arms and my back began to ache, unfortunately, and I had to admit that in spite of all the extra time I had used while in jail to exercise, this too shall pass.
	I slowly walked over to the kitchen table and set her on it, then cleared the centerpiece off of the table and pushed her down on it so she was laying on it.  I grabbed her legs and lifted them up to rest them on my shoulders, one on either side of my neck.  Then I proceeded to slowly grind myself in and out of her.  Becky moaned at the sensations racing up her body from her pussy.  I turned and bit lightly at her calf, making her squeal in surprise.
	My thrusting became harder and faster, and by her whimpers and grunts, I knew she wanted more and more of both.  Who was I to argue?  Becky’s legs started tightening up on me as I grabbed her ass cheeks with my fingers and squeezed them roughly while pumping into her.  Her muscles constricted, starting in her legs and spreading to her belly and back and arms.  She let out a low keening noise, breathing hard and fast as though she was in labor.
	Becky’s snatch was so wet and I had only recently dumped a bucketload of cum into her mouth so I was in no danger of orgasm.  She, on the other hand, was surfing the edge and needed only a little extra oomph to push her into one of her great soul wrenching climaxes.
	“Cum on him, Becky!  Cum all over his cock so I can taste you on his cock when I clean him off with my tongue and lips!”
	I nearly faltered then, my hips stuttered as I twisted my head around at the sound of Mindy’s voice behind me.  She walked beside me, standing naked and proud beside the table.  I redoubled my thrusting into Becky’s hungry pussy, our pelvises slapping wetly against each other.  My sack was smacking against her asshole with every thrust,  providing an extra source of stimulation for her.  Not that she needed any!
	Mindy bent over then and aimed specifically for Becky’s right breast.  The same boob that still glistened with my cum that Becky had rubbed all over it.  I watched Mindy’s tongue snake out and lap at Becky’s nipple, drawing an additional gasp from my love slave.  Mindy’s hand slid down across Becky’s belly and forced its way between her thighs which were clamped together.  Her fingers scooped up the copious amount of girl cum down there and tattooed a rhythm on her clit.  That signaled the official beginning of Becky’s orgasm.
	She spasmed, she went ridged, she convulsed, and she damn near broke my neck with her calves wrapped around it.  I continued slamming my dick into her and Mindy continued stroking her clit and sucking on her cum covered nipple.  Becky lost the ability to make coherent speech, just animalistic grunts and sound effects.  It appeared that she lost the ability to breathe for a moment too, for her mouth remained open in a frozen attempt to suck in some air.
	At long last she collapsed, all of her muscles giving out on her.  She lay there, semi conscious and spent.  Mindy took her mouth off of her breast and looked back at me.  She grinned, a very healthy sexually predatory grin, and climbed onto the table and onto Becky.
	Mindy arranged herself in a 69 atop her, though she expected no pleasure from Becky for some time.  She did expect, however, for Becky to continue to be pleasured.  She grabbed Becky’s legs from me and pulled them apart so she could lower her face into my girlfriends pussy.  She licked and sucked up the massive amount of girl cum available, delighting in the taste and texture of it whereas a few weeks past she had seemed to find it a little hard to handle at first.  I suspected that while I was away fuming in jail these two lovely ladies had not only reconciled their differences, but had consummated their own deal a few times over.
	“Fuck her in the ass, Josh, while I eat her tasty pussy.”
	I was a man with a hard-on, what choice did I have? Especially given over 4 weeks of barely sated pent up lust!
	I pulled out of Becky’s pussy, which clung to me like a sheathe, and found myself pulled into Mindy’s mouth.  Not just a little either, but wholeheartedly.  She did not even pretend to slow down until the head of my cock was tickling her tonsils and beyond.  With her lips locked securely around the based of my phallus, she moaned happily and ever so slowly pushed her hands against my hip to pull me out of her lip lock.  Her tongue and lips formed a vacuum around me, sucking every possible last drop of Becky’s cum off of my dick.  I took over the job of holding Becky’s legs spread eagled while she did this, and then followed Mindy’s instructions to pump my cock back into her mouth and throat all the way a few times.  It felt divine.  Not better or worse then Becky’s pussy, just a different flavor of heaven on Earth.
	Soon my cock was dripping with Mindy’s spit.  She gave it one last suck and smiled seductively at me.  She buried her face back in Becky’s pussy and I took my cue to slip the head of my cock down to Becky’s rosebud.  Becky was panting again by now, enough strength recovered to actively enjoy what we were doing to her.  When she felt the tip of my cock pushing against her backdoor she made a noise that was a cross between a grunt and a sigh.  I was not sure what it was really, nor had I ever heard it before.  But I liked it!
	Her sphincter was relaxed from her multiple orgasms and already seriously lubed up with the river of pussy juice that had slickened her crack.  My cock, covered in Mindy’s spittle, speared through her rosebud with almost no resistance.  Once inside things got a little snug as her sphincter tightened instinctively around it, but Mindy’s tongue on Becky’s clit made her forget all about it right away.  I pressured into her bowels deeper, remembering again how wonderful Becky’s ass felt.
	“Make my bitch come for me, Mindy,” I said, thrusting slowly into her.
	Mindy took it my command to heart, wildly sucking and slobbering on Becky’s cunt.  Becky tried to return the favor, weakly stabbing out with her tongue at Mindy, but the sweet torture she was enduring prevented her from concentrating and ultimately her head fell back on the table and she just moaned and whimpered.   Her moans and whimpers grew stronger until at the last she once again lost her voice.  Mindy had clamped down and was sucking on her clit while I was now slamming myself in and out of her ass.  Her pussy continued to leak a stream of juice that refreshed the natural lube on my cock, aiding my ravaging of her posterior throughout her building orgasm.
	When Becky fell limp again I slowed my pace, uncertain for the moment of what to do.  I could feel my own second cumming a ways off still, but I knew Becky could not handle very much more.  I pulled out of her ass and looked around for a washcloth.  We were in the kitchen, after all.
	Imagine my surprise when I felt my cock being cleaned off with Mindy’s mouth again.  I was stunned.  Moments ago I had been plumbing the depths of Becky’s ass, and now Mindy was cleaning off any residue that may have been on it.  Oh sure, it looked clean enough when I pulled it out, but the Mindy I knew had all sorts of snooty hang ups, not the least of which had to do with being clean.
	The nastiness of the situation battered down my defenses and within a few moments I knew I was getting perilously close.  Becky groaned and tried to move underneath of Mindy.  Mindy, taking the hint, released my dick from her mouth and got off of her.  She knelt on the floor beside me and immediately sucked me back in.  Becky rolled on to her side and watched what was going on with a dreamy smile on her face.  I watched the scene, somewhat incredulous still as to what was happening.  Seemed to me something awfully similar to this had gotten me in trouble in the first place.
	Then Becky was beside me, nibbling at my ear and breathing into it while her fingers played with her sodden possy.  It sent chills down my spine and hastened my pending orgasm.  I was holding on and fighting for dear life, but I could now measure my resistance in seconds rather then minutes.
	“Mark her, Master,” Becky whispered into my ear.  Then, growing louder she continued, “Make this greedy bitch yours!  Spray your cum all over her and mark this slut!”
	Mindy whimpered around my dick and I swear that in spite of all the sex, my cock grew at Becky’s words.  What she was asking was crazy.  I had already sworn myself to Becky, and now Becky wanted to add another one to our intimate life?
	“Please Master,” begged Becky, “This whore doesn’t deserve you, she doesn’t even deserve me, but soak her with your cum and ruin her for anyone else!”
	It must have been the hormones in the air.  Or maybe a mean streak inside of me.  Regardless of where it came from, I had a new plan.  “No,” I stated between breaths.  “If she wants my mark she’ll have to earn it another way.”
	Mindy whimpered again, saddened this time.  I was amazed to see that she really did want it.  The surprise of it all had made me forget momentarily about the cum churning in my balls, giving me a few precious moments more of stamina.  Then Becky reached around with her hand that had been probing at her pussy and speared it into my own rectum.  I grunted and surged forward in surprise, ramming my dick down Mindy’s throat.  Mindy gagged a little on it due to the surprise and the force, but she adapted almost instantly and continued working on it.  Becky, on the other hand found what she was looking for and started to rub my prostate.  I had never felt anything like it before, in spite of my time spent in jail!
	So caught up in the coma inducing waves of pleasure was I that I did not even realize my dick was still lodged in Mindy’s throat and that it was pumping load after scummy load of my cum directly into her stomach.  She backed off after the first few squirts and captured the rest in her mouth, having to swallow again once to keep it from leaking out.  In spite of the heroic amount I had dumped on Becky earlier, this surpassed it.  I suspect that all men have a third testicle hidden somewhere inside them for truly wild and crazy and raunchy sexual moments such as this, because I knew there was no way Lefty and Righty could have recovered that soon!
	Becky bent over where Mindy was kneeling and sucked on her lips, drawing her tongue out in a decadent and hedonistic kiss.  Like before, they traded my cum back and forth between them, using it to lubricate their tongue as they wrestled one another.  I stumbled back and leaned against the counter, idly noticing that my dick, while still thick with post orgasmic bliss, was now hanging limply in front of me.
	Finished, the girls turned to me and Mindy came crawling forward on her hands and knees towards me.  Becky walked behind her, a sated look in her eye.
	“You want to join us, do you?” I asked Mindy, still not believing it.
	She nodded meekly.
	“Speak up!”
	Her head rose up to stare at me.  “Yes Sir,” she said more forcefully.
	“Why?”
	“Because I love you, Master,” she answered, her eyes beginning to water.  “And over the last couple of weeks I have come to love Becky too.  You’ve shown me a new life.  A new way to be happy.  Happier then I was before!”
	“This is nothing to enter into lightly, wench,” I warned her.  “This has more meaning then some silly marriage license.  There is no divorcing us.  Do you really think you can keep your greedy pussy away from everyone but Becky and myself?  Do you really think you can live in our world and not in yours?  And do you know that you must call Becky Mistress as well, for she is my first girl and a slutty little bitch like you can only be second?”
	Mindy nodded.  “Yes Sir.  Please, Master, make me yours again… for real this time!”
	I looked at Becky.  Becky smiled and nodded, a sensual look in her eyes.  “Are you sure?” I asked Becky.
	Mindy misunderstood me and that I was asking her again.  “Oh yes!”  Mindy grinned and reached down behind where Mindy was on her hands and knees.  She stuck her finger into Mindy’s pussy without any warning whatsoever, drawing a hiss of surprise and a moan of pleasure out of Mindy.  Becky brought it up and showed me how incredibly wet it was.  Then she licked her finger clean.  I closed my eyes and nodded.
	“Follow me,” I said, heading further into the house.  While I was a little leery of including her in our circle of trust, I did not have the twisted gut inside me that was worried about her running back to her daddy.  I was pretty sure from the look on his face at the trial that she had been disowned once she confessed to enjoying the prior events.  I imagine Mindy was as dispossessed now as I had been before I found Becky.  And now Mindy had found us.
	“Get in the tub.”
	Mindy crawled into the tub and remained standing on her knees, facing me.  “Last chance to change your mind, Mindy.”
	She just shook her head.  I looked at Becky beside me who was smiling happily at the turn of events.  I turned back to Mindy and let loose, my piss exploding out of my dick and hitting her square between her tits.  Se gasped at the hot liquid ran down her chest and belly and over her pussy and legs.  I remembered then her sucking my dick straight out of Becky’s ass and arched my stream higher, coating her collarbones and then her throat with my pee.  Then it hit her chin and Mindy, wide eyed and with an excited look in her eyes, opened her mouth.
	This was one of those really long pisses that happens when you wake up in the morning after drinking more beer then you should have, only in my case it only happened because of the back to back orgasms and plenty of water at the courthouse that day.  Nevertheless, Mindy hung in their like a champ, swallowing as much of my piss as she could.  She took a break at one point and closed her eyes to duck her head into the stream, my hot pee splattering off her forehead and then her wave golden hair.  I was getting turned on again, I had to admit.
	When the flow began to lessen Mindy sensed it.  She leaned forward and captured my dick in her mouth, drinking it straight from the source.  I could not believe what a nasty slut she had turned out to be.   Needless to say, the piss stopped shortly as my cock thickened again.
	“Your turn,” I said to Becky as Mindy sucked away at my cock.  I backed off, leaving a disappointed Mindy reaching for it.  Blinked her eyes open and saw that Becky was stepping into the tub with her.  She turned back to me, wondering how it was possible that I had more piss left to spray Becky down with, and how I planned on peeing with an erection.
	Imagine her surprise when, Becky straddled my kneeling wife and let her own urine flow out of her and all over Mindy’s shoulder.  Mindy turned instantly and let it spray over her tits.  I myself had never seen a woman piss before up close.  It seemed a thicker stream then mine was, which perhaps explained why women always seemed to go to the bathroom faster then men do.  Regardless, it was a very erotic sight.
	Mindy laid down in the oversized tub and Mindy knelt above her, dropping her pissing pussy onto her face.  Unlike with me, Mindy attached her tongue and lips to Becky’s clit while Becky’s piss washed over her chin and throat.  Becky moaned and rocked herself on Mindy’s face, grinding her clit against her while her piss ran out.  Mindy continued to slurp away at her though, and in a few moments Becky came, flooding her face with a fresh wetness.
	I stepped up then, having been jerking my cock fast and furiously to the erotic watersports and somehow, incredibly, was ready to cum right then.  Catching both girls by surprise my first gob landed on Becky’s tit, my second and third fell lower, one splattering onto her thigh beside Mindy’s face and the other landing on Mindy’s cheek.  Becky turned to me and sucked my cock into her mouth, hoping for a few more bursts.  Such was not to be, however, I was spent.  Mindy wiggled out from underneath of Becky and sucked my spooge off of Becky’s boob before the girls turned to the shower and started the water flowing.
	I sat down on the toilet and watched as Mindy, feeling slightly left out, squatted in the shower and let a long stream of hot pee out herself.  Becky smiled and I chuckled at Mindy’s naughty smile on her face.  Then they finished adjusting the water temperature and proceeded to take a very soapy, very fun shower.
	I sat on the toilet lost in my own thoughts as the girls did a lot more scrubbing and cleaning then was necessary.  This Mindy seemed to be a totally new one, similar to the one I had known back in college, but still worlds apart.  Becky was my number 1 girl as far as I was concerned, but Mindy and I were still technically married… what a mess.   Oh well, as I told Mindy, what private bond we had between us all meant more then any piece of paper did.

*****

	Ironically, the shock of what Mindy had said and done at the trial had affected her father more seriously then anyone had thought.  The strain of it all actually caused him to have a very minor heart attack on his way back to his office.  Too pissed off and stubborn to acknowledge it for what it was, he continued working and stewing late into the night.  By the time he went to bed he had to take some sleeping pills allow himself to get any sleep.  They complicated his condition and by the morning he was dead of a massive coronary.
	I imagine that if he had known what happened next, he would have had two or three more heart attacks to boot.  You see, in all that was going on and keeping him preoccupied recently, he forgot to reword his will.  Oh, his lawyers had drawn it up and had it ready for him, but he never got around to signing it.  Mindy was an only child and daddy did not trust mommy, since he knew she was a gold digging bitch even before he married her.  Good old daddy knew Mindy was pretty damn materialistic herself, while I had a good head on my shoulders (so he thought prior to my escape attempt).  So, aside from a few cousins, nephews, nieces, and other distant relations, Mindy and I ended up with the bulk of the family fortune.
	Thank you, Mr. John Kay, it’s gonna be one hell of a Magic Carpet Ride!