Rete and Trident Vol. 02 - Pt. 05

This is part five of a seven-part story. See Author's note of Rete and Trident Vol. 2 - Part 1 before reading this.

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Chapter 16

It was unsurprising to me that Sunny and Jillian immediately took to each other. Sunny was delightfully outgoing and a relentless charmer. Jillian wasn't as outgoing, but she was quite charming as well. Jillian quickly tested Sunny subtly tasking her with rearranging the chairs.

"I'm not the least bit submissive, Jillian," Sunny immediately replied. "I don't blame you for testing me, but you'll find that I'm quite strong-willed."

I thought at that moment that things would go south, but within moments, both ladies were laughing and joking together. They immediately saw kindred spirits in each other.

They discussed Sunny's latex dress. Sunny admitted that she wore it due to a lack of confidence. "I'm brand new to this," she said gesturing around the room. I'm intimidated and to be honest, the costume puts me into the right headspace."

"Wearing the costume of a thirteen-year-old girl in love with a fay forever-boy puts you in the right headspace for dominance?" teased Jillian.

Sunny smiled wickedly.

"That's where you're wrong, Jillian. In this costume, I'm the avatar for feminine command. Wendy is the symbol of women as the civilizing influence on naughty wayward boys who refuse to grow up. Think about it, Jillian. Wendy Darling single-handedly took responsibility for an entire posse of dirty-nosed wayward boys and marshaled them into wanting to be the men they could be. She did this with her feminine charms simply by taking charge and telling them what to do. In this costume, I'm powerful as fuck!"

"Ha!" barked Jillian. She was delighted by Sunny's riposte. "I stand corrected," said a smiling Jillian.

Shortly after that the subs slipped into the drawing room by a back entrance. Greta was completely naked except for her collar. Sloane was naked except for her choker and it was clear she'd put in the metal butt plug that she'd been wearing the day I met her in the Glaukopis vault room. Olivia followed behind them in her booty shorts and sequined bra. I was surprised to see that none of them were wearing shoes.

Greta led the way, and was perfectly unselfconscious about being naked, but she was a large woman who walked heavily on her heels making heavy footfalls. Her feet also splayed out slightly duck footed. That didn't do her any favors. She walked with her face downcast, as if she was carefully trying to avoid animal droppings on the floor. She looked uncharacteristically unhappy.

Sloane, by way of comparison, walked sinuously with the intentional grace of a professional dancer. She walked on her toes. She had her chin held high, but her eyes were downcast. The walk had been one that she'd no doubt practiced for hours and hours. The creamy skin on her upper chest was flushed pink. The look on her face was of concentrated eagerness.

Olivia followed behind the other two and was looking around like a country-bumpkin on her first visit to the big city. She stared openly at Jillian as she entered the room until her eyes ran across Sunny glowering at her. She then figured out she shouldn't be looking and dropped her eyes to the floor. She had light footfalls and a natural fluidity to her movement that was quite fetching. She wasn't as graceful as Sloane, but the grace she had was perfectly unselfconscious. She was a remarkable woman. My anger at what she'd done to me flashed again.

Comparing the three bodies was a study in contrasts. Greta was delightfully buxom, muscular, perfectly fit, and was evidently as strong as a horse. Olivia was at this point, maybe fifteen pounds underweight, having lost an additional five pounds since the rave. This made her look almost scrawny and her muscle tone belied a wiry strength. Her lost weight made her tits sag a bit, although paradoxically, the sag made them look bigger than before. Sloane was tiny and long-limbed like a ballerina. All three were extremely attractive in their own way, but Sloane really stood out because she had the bearing of someone who had been born to royalty.

Jillian was completely entranced with Sloane. She was utterly smitten and there was an unmistakable look of greed on her face as she admired her. Sunny, for her part, was staring hard at Greta. She wasn't as vulpine as Jillian, but she was interested in what she saw.

Greta went directly before Jillian and knelt before her and touched her forehead to the floor, and placed her wrists before her just off the floor. "Mistress," she said.

Sloane made a bee line for me and sinuously knelt. Instead of putting her face to the floor, she knelt with her legs spread wide, her open hands palms up on her thighs, and her face pointed down to the floor. This was clearly a ritualized posture.

Olivia, seeing the other two kneeling, knelt, but didn't know how to do it. She went down to one knee and then the other. She was upright at first, but when she saw the postures of the other two women, she didn't know if she was supposed to imitate Sloane or Greta. I could see the dilemma on her face and practically read her mind. She decided to copy Sloane and eventually aped her posture.

Jillians said, "Sunny, this is my slave Greta. Greta, Squat expose."

Greta suddenly raised up and squatted low, sitting on her heels. She spread her knees out as far apart as they would go. She put her hands behind her head, with her elbows as far out from the body as she could manage while keeping her hands on her head. She simultaneously stuck her tits and pudendum out to open her lips as much as she could. She kept her eyes focused on the ground.

"Sunny," said Jillian. "How would you like for Greta to refer to you?"

Sunny, to my surprise, stood up and stood in front of Greta. She touched Greta's chin with her hand and lifted it up so they were making eye contact. "Greta. you are to call me Minyeo. This is Korean slang which means beautiful woman. I look forward to playing together tonight."

Sunny reacted to Greta almost like I did the first time that I saw her. She was blatantly eye-banging Greta. Greta was so taken in with Sunny that her sex, which was spread wide open before us began to visibly glisten. I intuited this had to do with the fact that she liked Sunny's latex look, which was similar to the one she wore the day I met her.

While Sunny held Greta's gaze, Jillian gave a look of love and admiration down at her. Greta was not in a position to see it.

Jillian said to Greta, "Present."

She quickly shifted to adopt Sloane's posture.

Sunny turned and asked, "Shall I go next?"

Jillian nodded as Sunny sat, "Slut, did you see how Greta presented herself?"

"No, Minyeo," replied Olivia.

Jillian stepped in. "Greta show her squat expose."

Greta quickly got up and chivied Olivia into the correct position. It wasn't nearly as impressive as when Greta did it because Olivia was clothed.

Sunny chose that moment to take official notice that Olivia wasn't naked. "Wait, Slut. Stand up."

Olivia did.

"You begged me to come to this event, did you not?"

"Yes, Minyeo," Olivia replied.

"Did I, or did I not, tell you that you would have to attend as my submissive?" asked Sunny.

"You did, Minyeo," replied Olivia.

"Then why do you not appear as my submissive?" she asked.

Olivia was at a loss, until she twigged onto the fact that might be because she wasn't naked.

"My clothes, Minyeo?" she asked.

"Are the other subs wearing clothes?" asked Sunny.

"No, Minyeo," she replied.

"You have a choice to make, Slut," said Sunny. "You can either get naked right now, or if you can't bring yourself to do that, you can sit in the corner blindfolded while we have fun. This event has always strictly been pay-to-play and no sub rides my leash for free."

"Right here, Minyeo?" asked Olivia.

"Do you really need a changing room when all you're doing is taking your clothes off?" Sunny shot back. "That was a dumb-ass fucking question, Slut."

"May I stand so that I can disrobe, Minyeo?"

"Go ahead," Sunny replied.

Olivia stood and pulled her bra off. She folded it and looked for a place to put it. Sunny took it from her.

Olivia then ludicrously turned her back to us, unzipped her latex booty shorts and shimmied out of them. She quickly tried to mop herself off with her shorts.

"Don't bother wiping off," said Sunny. "That's latex and it will just smear it around. Go ahead and turn around."

She turned around. She was so aroused that her entire crotch was coated with a thick mucus. It was actually starting to stream down her upper thighs. All three of Sunny, Jillian, and I laughed. Olivia turned beet red.

"Greta, get us a towel," said Jillian. "Put it on the floor between her legs so she doesn't stain the carpet."

Greta ran over to a cabinet and pulled out a fluffy white towel. She laid it in the floor as Jillian directed.

"Squat expose," directed Sunny.

Olivia assumed the position.

"Jillian, allow me to introduce my sub. Her real name is Olivia, but as you previously heard, in play she's just 'Slut' and she responds to that quite well.

"I call her 'Slut' because that's what she is. Jesus, do you see that swamp between her legs?" asked Sunny. "Have you ever seen a sub more aroused than that before play even began?"

"Rarely," admitted Jillian.

"I'm working right now on self-image with her," said Sunny. "I want her to make peace with the fact that she is a slut. I also think she is a natural-born submissive. We're going to work on self acceptance. When we're done she will call herself Slut and she will beg me to submit to me. In the meantime, however, she doesn't yet think of herself as a slut or as a submissive. Until she does, I'm making her consent to everything. It's fucking tedious and a waste of time, but she has to come to this conclusion on her own."

Jillian stood up, walked to Olivia, and squatted down next to her.

"I am Mistress Jillian, but as you aren't mine and you aren't a real sub quite yet, you should just call me Madame, understand?"

"Yes, Madame."

"Good girl!" Jillian said enthusiastically. "You have an utterly scrumptious tummy, Slut." She lightly ran her hand over Olivia's stomach, causing her to groan in pleasure. She then ran her palm up Olivia's leg from her knee to her inner thigh, stopping just before her hand would get wet from Olivia's juices. This caused Olivia to groan even harder.

She actually ran her finger lightly over Olivia's mound causing her to groan out of control. Her legs started trembling and I knew from our past lovemaking she was not far from orgasm.

Jillian perfectly anticipated Olivia's approaching crisis and stopped her stimulation just short of orgasm. She quickly pulled her hand away, causing Olivia to buck uselessly against the air while groaning out her disappointment.

"Slut, is it true that you are his ex?" she asked, pointing at me. "Is it true you were unfaithful to him?"

Olivia was so shocked, she almost fell over. Jillian had to hold her up until she steadied herself. She looked like she was going to breakdown and cry. Sloan and Greta both risked quick glances over at Olivia.

"Yes, Madame," Olivia responded.

"Would you like to open your mouth and clean my fingers?" asked

Jillian. It should not have surprised me that Jillian was holding to Sunny's rules for consent.

Olivia opened her mouth and sucked Jillian's fingers clean.

Jillian stood in front of Olivia. "Slut. would you look at me, please?"

"Did you know that when you are a submissive it is possible to physically atone for your sins?" asked Jillian. "Corporal punishment as a means of atonement is part of our lifestyle. When you do something wrong, you incur a debt. When your dominant punishes you physically, the debt is considered paid. You've heard the term 'Taking it out of her hide'? That comes from the notion you are paying off your debt literally with your skin. Look at your ex for a moment."

Olivia looked at me.

"Do you think he wanted to take it out of your hide?" asked Jillian. "If you were in his position, wouldn't you want that? Wouldn't you want to physically punish him for his sins against you?"

"Yes, Madame," replied Olivia. The longing and emotion in her voice were palpable

"So you would like to atone for your sins? Would you like to work out your guilt with physical pain?" asked Jillian.

"Oh, yes, Madame," Olivia replied immediately. "I want to show Sir just how sorry I am. I have begged to be punished."

"Be a good girl and very compliant tonight and we might be able to make that happen," said Jillian. As she turned to sit, a look passed between Sunny and Jillian. Jillian looked like the cat who got the cream.

Jillian looked over at me and I gave her a hard stare. I was pissed that she would interfere in my personal life like that. I realized that walking out was not an option because I still desperately needed Jillian's instruction. Jillian seemed to be reading my mind and gave me a 'We'll talk later' look.

"Present yourself as Greta did, Freckles," I said. In one quick dexterous movement, she shifted into the squatting position with her hands behind her head. Her sex was glistening, but it wasn't a total swamp like Olivia.

"Jillian, my submissive's given name is Sloane, but her play name is Freckles. She is a deeply-experienced submissive, although I haven't yet really had the opportunity to play with her. You can see the bandage on her torso. She recently sustained a severe abdominal trauma and is healing. Please be aware that I have strictly limited her activity so that she does not aggravate her injury. Freckles, what is your safe word for abdominal pain?"

"Pinecone," she answered.

"If she says 'pinecone', she is to be released and allowed to assume any position she needs to ease the discomfort that she is feeling," I proclaimed.

"The other thing that I should mention is that she is a severe pain slut. Even worse, I've seen evidence that she's become something of a brat. She deliberately misbehaves to nudge her Doms into giving her the pain she is after. So, for the time being we do not discipline with pain. Pain is for rewards only. I see this much like the chastity training regime you used with Greta."

Jillian replied. "Understood, Will."

She stood and walked over in front of Sloane. She said, "Look me in the eyes, Freckles."

They stared at each other with an intensity that was utterly remarkable.

"You are an exquisite creature, Freckles. You have been formally trained?" she asked.

"Yes, Madame," Sloane answered.

"Who was your Dominant?" she asked.

"I had many, Madame. I was sent to a finishing school," she replied.

"Which one?"

"Institut Feucht de la Grâce Corporelle, Madame," Sloane replied.

Jillian turned and looked at me. She had an excited look in her eyes.

"And how is Monsieur Beuchot doing these days?" Jillian asked.

"I do not know Madame," replied Sloane. "It has been many years since I left the Institut. The only context in which I socialized with him was as his submissive and he is not the sort to invite interpersonal interaction with a submissive."

Jillian suddenly asked Sloane a question in French and the next thing I knew. they were off to the races.

I looked at Greta and she was clenching her jaw shut. She was clearly jealous and was definitely not happy with Sloane's arrival.

***

Before play started, we leashed the subs and we walked over to a room containing a bar and a buffet of heavy hors d'oeuvres.

There were a dozen or so other Doms in the dining area. All of them were being served by their subs. Four of them were women, the rest were middle-aged men. A couple of the Doms had more than one sub. All of them came up to greet Jillian and she introduced Sunny and I to all of them. It was clear that Jillian was extraordinarily respected and the fact that she vouched for us meant instant acceptance by the group. They greeted us with a genuine bonhomie.

Jillian, Sunny, and I took a table and after we removed the leashes, Jillian sent the subs scrambling to serve us. This time, Olivia didn't have to be asked or cajoled, she just did it.

Sunny and I quickly understood that the point of the exercise was to keep the subs scrambling while serving us. Sunny, in particular, was exceptionally good at this. She literally had Olivia sweating running around trying to make sure we were catered to.

Nothing I did to get Sloane flustered worked. Even when I had her sit in my lap and feed me as Greta did the day I got my back tattoo was something she was utterly comfortable with. Everywhere Sloane went, heads turned to watch. Her regal bearing and sinuous way of moving was so attention-getting that I saw more than one sub instantly punished for not attending their dominant. Sloane, who was conscientiously serving us, was reveling in the attention.

I tried to think of a way that I could check her arrogance a bit and I remembered the day that Greta put the tattoo on my back. When I got to the point where I'd eaten enough for a light meal, I took my plate of leftovers and set it on the floor in full view of the rest of the room. I sensed a dozen Doms watching the scene with laser focus. I said to Sloane, "You may eat. Clean the plate."

She looked aghast, but quickly scrambled down to the floor. She knelt and I could see her take a quick glance at the table to see if there was silverware handy. Sunny and Jillian both made eye contact with me. Jillian gave me a look of approval. Sunny was trying not to laugh.

Finally, Sloane bent over and started to pick up a chicken wing with her fingers to nibble on it.

I let her get the wing into her mouth and asked, "Freckles, did I say you could use your hands?"

She momentarily balked, but some iron core of obedience in her took over and she replied, "No, Sir."

She set the wing down and set about trying to eat it without using her hands. She struggled as there was no way to do it without making a mess. A tear rolled unbidden down her cheek.

Jillian said with chuckle, "Pride goes before the fall."

Jillian took her own plate and set it in the floor. She said, "Greta. you may eat, too."

Her dish consisted mostly of fettuccine. Greta did not hesitate in the slightest. She instantly buried her face into the dish and started loudly slurping the noodles up.

Sunny, Jillian, and I all turned our eyes to Olivia. who was at that moment watching Greta eat the fettuccine on the floor with a morbid fascination. She was observing with a shocked look how the humiliation of eating like that made Greta's crotch drip.

She looked up and startled to see us staring at her. Sunny picked up her plate and set it on the floor. On the plate was a stir fried vegetable medley, Caesar salad, and several Swedish meatballs covered with gravy.

Sunny said, "Slut, you came here to be my sub tonight. You begged me for this opportunity. If you don't want to be my sub tonight, I fully understand. No one will force you. We'll sit you in a comfortable chair in the corner and put a blindfold on you. If you will be my sub, I promise you may have all the orgasms that you want tonight. It will be strictly pay to play, however...." She tailed off and looked down at her plate.

Olivia was caught in indecision. Sunny asked Jillian. "How good is Greta at eating pussy?"

Jillian said very proudly, "She is utterly phenomenal. I've never had better."

Sunny looked at Olivia. "Have you ever been eaten out by a lesbian submissive who is a cunnilingus expert, Olivia?"

Olivia shivered and with a look of horror on her face, quickly knelt down and started to eat the food on the plate. It was all that Sunny, Jillian, and I could do not to burst into laughter.

After they finished eating, Jillian sent the subs away to clean themselves up.

"Shall we share all three?" asked Jillian. "Each Dom gets a sub for twenty minutes and then we rotate?"

Sunny and I nodded.

"Have you seen how jealous Greta is?" I asked Jillian.

"Is she really?" she replied with amusement. "She is jealous of Sloane?"

I nodded.

"I think we can work with that," she said.

***

In the first twenty minutes, I had Greta. Sunny had Sloane, and Jillian had Olivia.

We went to a play room called 'the ballroom' that was a long rectangle. It had wooden floors and there were mirrors on the wall on one side. BDSM furniture and accoutrements were everywhere.

Jillian wanted to start Olivia out on the basics: presentation postures and leash training. Olivia was brand new to this and was a total shit show. Jillian was patient and praised or corrected with her voice. I frequently heard her asking Olivia if she wished to comply.

Sunny started Sloane off by binding her wrists behind her back and then did leash training. This consisted of Sunny walking around the room while Sloane moved so the leash stayed with just the right amount of slack and she was always in the right position.

Sloane was so good at this, it was scary. She could correctly anticipate Sunny almost every time.

I decided to follow suit and do leash training with Greta, ambiguously pitting Greta against Sloane. Greta was good at it, but her footfalls were so heavy that she was really ungainly.

I spoke to the other Doms and asked if we could have the subs walk from one end of the floor and then back. They agreed, and I used my phone to film each sub walking from one end of the floor to the next.

While Jillian and Sunny resumed working with their respective subs, I had Greta go back into the presentation position.

"I will tell you this right now, Greta. When it comes to the love and dedication of a sub, Sloane can't hold a candle to you. You are a true gem, Greta."

She visibly preened as I said that.

"That's what makes it so fucking sad," I added.

Greta was confused,

"You are, by far, the best sub in the room, so why is Jillian so taken and entranced with Sloane." I asked. "Did you see how excited Jillian was when she found out that Sloane was trained at the Institut? Did you see how pleased Jillian was? Is she that pleased with you when you play, Greta?"

Greta actually groaned when I asked that question.

"You have a magnificent body, Greta. You are curvy, and strong, and you are physically splendid and glorious, and yet your Dom is more interested in that little wisp of a thing than you."

Greta looked devastated.

"Why do you suppose that is, Greta?" I asked.

"I do not know, Ascalaphus," she said. I decided to let the use of that name go. It was how she knew me.

"Let me show you something," I said.

I held up my phone and showed Sloane's walk to Greta. Then I showed Greta her own walk. "You walk like a fucking cow, Greta, and your posture isn't for shit. Walking naked across the floor, you look like you're slogging through a rice paddy wearing fucking waders."

Greta was crushed by this observation.

I then showed her the video of Olivia walking. "Even Olivia, who is untrained and utterly hopeless, has better posture and a better walk than you."

"This is what we're going to work on: your posture and your walk," I said.

I had her stand up in front of the mirror and I corrected her posture. I physically manipulated her back to stand tall, stick her tits out, and then hold her chin up.

"It is clear, Greta that you're self-conscious about how tall you are, so you hunch to make yourself seem less so," I observed. "That's bullshit. Your height is your crowning glory. When you hunch, you are robbing your mistress, did you know that? You are her trophy. How do you suppose Jillian feels about her trophy being unable to stand up straight and tall in front of her rivals? Doesn't she deserve for you to give her your very best effort?"

Greta replied, "Yes, Ascalaphus."

"When you hunch, are you making your best effort to show what a trophy you are?"

"No Ascalaphus," she replied.

I turned her to face Sloane. "Look at how graceful she is, Trophy." I oozed sarcasm when I referred to her as 'Trophy'. It got to her and she went beet red.

"Freckles flows in every movement," I observed. "If you wonder why your mistress is smitten with Freckles, that's why."

She looked away from Sloane to see what Jillian was doing. I swatted her ass and said, "Attend!"

"Look at her feet as she moves," I commanded. "She's always on the balls of her feet. I don't even think that her heels touch the ground when she walks. Look how her back is straight, her shoulders are back, her tits are out, and her head is upright. Look at how her head doesn't even move as she walks.

"When you step, you are duck footed with your toes splayed out rather than pointed forward. That forces you to walk on your heels and your footfalls are heavy."

I then got down to work on practical exercises. "Imagine you are wearing a pair of slippers with tacks glued on the inside under your heel so that if your heel touches, you get stabbed by the tack. You need to keep your heel elevated enough to not get stabbed."

We worked for a few minutes and I made a display of being displeased with her effort, which caused the other two Doms to stop what they were doing and look at us. Greta was humiliated. I took my coat and shirt off so that I was bare chested. I then pulled the Owl mask out of the coat pocket where I stashed it.

"Put the mask on me," I commanded Greta. Her breathing got quicker and she flushed as she zipped it on me.

After that, her effort was a hell of a lot better. It was strange to me that the mask would have that effect, but it did. I eventually had Greta do the walking exercises with a pillow balanced on her head. Keeping it there required her to still the head motion and to keep her head upright and finally all the pieces came together for her. She did a lot better.

I then had her work on skipping rope. My coaches had me do this as an exercise in high school to teach me how to be light on my feet. I was surprised to find out that Greta was fairly athletic. In minutes, Greta was streaming sweat.

In the last few minutes of that rotation, I cooled her down by walking her around the room. I filmed her walking down and back as before and showed her the improvement. I praised her and said, "That's real progress, Trophy! You're probably still going to lose your mistress to Freckles, but if you work on these exercises eventually you'll be graceful enough to attract another."

The look of desperation and horror on Greta's face when I said that let me know I'd struck home. This was exactly what Jillian wanted me to do.

On our next rotation, I was with Olivia. She was streaming with sweat and had heavy nipple clamps attached to her nipples.

"Slut, what's with the nipple clamps?" I asked.

"Madame Jillian noticed that both Freckles and Greta had their nipples pierced and said that since I didn't have mine pierced, I had to wear the clamps," she replied.

"Bullshit," I replied. "Madame Jillian didn't make you do shit, and you know it. She gave you a choice and you took that choice. You know, Riley, this shit is getting pretty tedious."

It was the first time I'd used Olivia's real name since we took on the Will and Olivia Archer cover. Olivia gasped and tears formed in her eyes when I used her real name.

I frog marched her over to the mirror and had her kneel and sit down on her heels and commanded her to look at herself.

"You need to make a decision about who you are. There are two questions that only you can answer. Are you a slut? Are you a submissive?

"Sunny thinks you are both and is utterly convinced that you will be better off once you finally admit that to yourself. I have my doubts. I think she is right in that you are lying to yourself about who you are and why you made the decisions you did to ruin our fucking marriage. The fact is that when Kimsu pushed you, you instantly rolled over."

That last line had flown off my tongue without really considering it. I knew where this was coming from. Jillian asking her questions about her infidelity to me reopened my wounds. I decided to use this opportunity to force her into honesty

"You lie to yourself, Riley. You tell yourself that you were forced. You wave that shit around like it's a get-out-of-jail-free card because if you were forced, then it isn't your fault, is it?"

She covered her face with her hands.

"Hands down," I commanded. "Stop lying to yourself, Riley. We both know that you loved the idea that you were forced because it got you all those sexy experiences without any of the burdensome guilt of knowing that you were cheating on me.

"I don't give a shit whether you decide that you are a slut or a sub. That's really up to you. What I do want is for you to stop lying to yourself."

Olivia started sobbing.

"Why did you cheat on me?" I asked. "Be honest. There is only one honest answer to this, Riley."

"Please don't, Pete," she said.

"I am not Pete!" I quietly growled into her ear. "I ceased to be Pete the moment you brought those men into our house to deliberately cuckold me. You killed Pete."

This devastated her.

"I asked you a question, Riley. Why did you cheat on me? There is only one possible answer. Be honest!"

"I did it because I wanted to," she said. She was utterly dejected.

"Finally, some honesty emerges," I observed. "Thank you for finally admitting the truth. So who holds the guilt for what you did to me. You or Kimsu?"

"I do," said Olivia, who burst into tears and cried cathartically. I brought her a fluffy white towel and I pulled her into my lap and let her bury her face in the towel as she wept. She was cried out in less than five minutes.

I sat her up and said, "Clean your face with the towel. You're wasting my Dom time with you."

She quickly wiped her face until all of the makeup was gone. Her eyes were a bit washed out, but there was something clean, wholesome, and honest about her without the makeup on.

"Stand up," I commanded.

"I had her look at herself in the mirror while standing. Slut, how much weight have you lost since the night at the rave?" I asked.

"Five pounds," she said.

"That's too much. You aren't adequately taking care of yourself," I declared. I ran my hand lightly over her belly as Jillian had when she was introduced to Olivia. Olivia groaned out loud.

"The night of the rave, you were the hottest I've ever seen you, Slut," I said. "Your belly was perfectly flat, but had some softness. It made your belly button piercing hang differently, and now your tits are sagging a bit." I lifted them a bit to show her.

"I am not your dominant, Slut, but if I were, I'd make sure you had a little more meat on your bones. The nipple clamps have made your nipples distend. I like how fat they look. I wonder if you got them pierced if they'd stay fat like that? What do you think, Slut?"

"I don't know, Sir." she responded.

"Have you seen Greta's nipples?" I asked. "Wow, I mean, just wow."

Olivia ground her teeth. I laughed at her.

"Riley, let's drop the pretense and the role playing for just a second, okay?" I asked.

She nodded. "Sure, Pete."

"Do you really think you are a sub, Riley? Do you like having your choices taken from you, the humiliation, the discipline, being fucked with, and the pain?"

She didn't hesitate. "Yes, Pete. It makes me so fucking hot. I've been a swamp all day."

She held out her hand, which was shaking.

"Then why do you fight it, Riley?" I asked.

"I don't want you to disapprove of me, Pete," she said.

"I want you to be honest," I said. "How do you feel since you admitted that you cheated on me because you wanted to? Do you feel lighter? Do you feel a burden lifted?"

"Yes," she replied.

"That's honesty," I said.

"If who you are is a submissive, be honest about it. Do you think either Sloane or Greta give a fuck if anyone knows what they are?" I asked.

"No," she replied.

"I admire honesty. Think about how our lives would be different if you had been honest with me about what you were feeling as you fell in with Kimsu's clique in Darden county."

She looked shocked and thoughtful. My point was taken.

"We've got to get back into our roles now, Slut. Are you ready?"

She took a deep breath and let it out, She stood a little straighter and said, "Yes, sir."

I decided to see if there was something to the idea that atonement was possible through corporal punishment.

"Slut, I need to practice with a flogger," I observed. "Would you like to volunteer to let me flog your ass to get my practice in?"

***

I was sitting in a straight-backed chair. I had Sloane in the presentation position in front of me.

"I'm going to give you a bit of a reward, Sloane. You've impressed Jillian and our new friends here at the club. You have been a credit to the ones who made you."

As I said that, Sloane visibly swelled with pride

"Would you like for me to reward you with some nipple pain?" I asked.

"Yes, sir!" she said with a trembling voice.

"Would you like to disrobe me, first?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

She undressed me until I was naked except for the owl mask.

This, it turned out, was quite attention-getting to the others. We had four pairs of eyes staring at us.

"Sit in the chair, Freckles."

I took hold of her nipple piercings and pulled them out until discomfort appeared on her face. I then twisted and pinched, rolling the sensitive flesh between my thumb and index finger, using the bar within as a roller to intensify the pain.

In no time at all, her face was in a strangely delighted grimace and she was sweating. I twisted them viciously, and actually got her to groan out in pain.

I relaxed the twist and Sloane sagged in her seat.

"Is this the kind of pain you like, Freckles?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

"Look at my cock," I commanded.

She looked down.

"Am I hard, Freckles?" I asked.

"No, Sir," she replied.

"Giving you pain does nothing for me," I stated. I told her this several times previously, but this object lesson would make a lasting impression.

I then had her stand. "Would you be willing to hold your breath for sixty seconds for me?" I asked.

She thought about it and said, "Yes, sir."

I stood behind her and held her. "Is this position for me okay? In case you get wobbly, I don't want you to fall over."

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

"Start when you're ready," I said, holding my phone timer out.

She held her breath. After forty-five seconds, she was really struggling but she managed to hold out. The timer went off. She left her breath out in a rush.

"Good girl," I said, reaching from behind and tweaking her left nipple so hard she groaned. "Nicely done, Freckles."

I had her sit for a minute to recover.

"Now, this is strictly voluntary, but would you be willing to do the same thing, but give me control over when you start to breathe?" I asked.

Her eyes went wide. She didn't like this idea. She mastered her misgivings and said, "Yes, sir."

I handed her a swimmer's nose clip which she put on. I then handed her a snorkel mouthpiece attached to a flexible hose.

"When you're ready, stand up," I said.

She stood and I held her from behind as before. "Nod when you're ready," I said.

She nodded and I kinked the end of the hose shut and started my timer. This time, her heart was pounding very quickly from the fear. She mastered it though and held on. She started to struggle only thirty seconds in. "Feel my cock, Freckles," I whispered sensually into her ear.

"Can you feel how I'm rock hard now?"

She nodded. I shifted so that my cock was wedged vertically between her butt cheeks.

"Administering pain does nothing for me, but when you give me control, god damn, it makes me as hard as a rock. If you want to please me, then you will give me control."

My whispers into her ear settled her down and ended her panic and fidgeting. I actually felt her heart rate slow down as I held her.

"Did you know that Greta did this for me the other day? She went without breath almost two minutes for me simply because I asked it of her. In that two minutes, she never once panicked because she had no ability whatsoever to draw a breath. She completely surrendered herself to me."

My cock throbbed as I described this.

"I stopped after two minutes because I got scared," I confessed. "She would have kept going until she was convulsing and turning blue if I'd ask her to. I've never been that hard in my life."

I ground my cock into her ass and groaned with the pleasure of it. I smeared pre-come all over Sloane's ass crack.

"If you give me instant obedience in the small things, we'll do just fine. If, however, you give me control over things like your very life's breath, I will keep you swimming in pleasure, Freckles."

We were only fifteen seconds from the minute timer and she began to struggle a bit.

"God damn, you're making me hot," I said. "See how much longer than the timer you can last for me, Freckles. When you've had enough, tap my arm and I will release the hose. You were amazing to get this far, but I want you to be magnificent."

The notion that she had to tap my arm to get me to release her was a ruse. All she had to do to breathe again was spit out the mouthpiece to the snorkel.

She held out for forty-seven seconds after the timer went off. By the time she tapped my arm, I was high as fuck.

***

After our rotations were complete, I flogged Freckles vigorously under Jillian's guidance as a warm up. I then had Jillian instruct me in putting her trademark parallel stripes down the back of Sloane's legs with a heavy rattan cane.

It turned into an interesting lesson for Sunny and I in the phenomenon known as subspace. Sloane dropped into what looked like a hypnotic trance, became very compliant, and was incredibly affectionate. I sat her in my lap and gently fingered her to a half-dozen humongous orgasms while I pinched her stripes. I did this until she was nothing more than a quiescent pile of goo. This was essentially what she'd written in her fantasy, so I figured that I had the consent to do it.

Consent was not physically possible when she was in subspace. She was not physically capable of refusing. Consequently, I had Sunny observe me so that she would stop me from doing something Sloane would not agree to. Sunny agreed to hold me accountable.

Jillian briefed me on aftercare. She led me to a small room with a bed and a massage table. I snuggled with Sloane on the bed. She practically purred until she started to rouse. When she came fully awake, I set her on the massage table and gave her a gentle massage on her welts using a numbing cream. As I massaged her, she began to cry. My instincts were that this was a good cry, so I just continued to gently massage her.

"I'm sorry for crying, Sir. It has been six years since I've had any sort of aftercare after a heavy session like that. With my relationship with the Glaukopis, having any sort of liaison or serious relationship was absolutely out of the question."

"Well, that bullshit is over," I said. "If you want me to continue as your Dominant, aftercare will be more or less mandatory. Further, you are no longer required to do any sex act you don't want to. You are free to seek out any attachment you want."

"Sir, can I ask you for something?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I replied. "You were amazing tonight and I'm in a mood to reward you."

"May I have a kiss?" asked Sloane.

I bent and kissed her. She was slow to open up, but when she did, she was torrid.

She suddenly pulled away and said, "Wait, you didn't get any pleasure, did you? How may I serve, Sir?"

"No worries, Freckles. I'm actually spoken for tonight," I said.

***

It was quiet in the car on our way back to the apartment. We were exhausted and sated and we each had a lot to process.

"Are you staying with us tonight?" I asked Sunny.

"Please?" she asked. "I want to be there to care for Olivia when she wakes up tomorrow."

Sunny made good on her promise and gave Olivia unlimited orgasms. Sunny had Greta go down on Olivia. They'd gone at it for almost an hour until Olivia was utterly exhausted. For about half of that time, Sunny sat on Olivia's face. When Sunny had her fill, she moved over to Jillian and pleasured her. Sunny told me later that it was the first time she'd gone down on a woman. I asked her whether she liked it.

"I really enjoyed it. I am beginning to suspect that I am bisexual," she replied. Then nervously, she asked, "Is that a deal breaker?"

I looked at her like she was crazy, making her laugh.

As we unwound in the club afterwards, Olivia begged Sunny to accept her as her submissive. Sunny only accepted her on the condition that she would get her nipples pierced. "I want an outward sign of your dedication," Sunny said. Surprisingly, Olivia agreed and accepted the condition immediately.

Jillian offered Greta's services to do it right then and there. Greta's piercing kit was in their car. Twenty minutes later, it was done.

She was currently in the back seat of the SUV sleeping with her head in Sloane's lap. She was wearing my undershirt because it would have been hellaciously painful for her to put her sequined bra back on.

"Will you be staying with us tonight, Sloane?" I asked.

"Can I?" She sounded both hopeful and surprised.

"Yes," I said. "You had a big night, and I would prefer that you don't drive all the way back to Bethesda tonight. It's totally up to you, though."

"I would like to stay with you," she said.

Sloane had ended our time in the club by asking me to collar her. She'd placed a leather collar at my feet and knelt before me, face down and ass high. With a whisper, Jillian advised me to accept her formally as my submissive but to refuse her collar. "Let her think about it for a while and be sure this is what she wants."

When I refused her collar, Sloane had been wounded. It was at this point that Jillian took Sloane aside and spoke with her for ten minutes or so. This seemed to settle her down.

The offer to stay at our place was partly practical, and partly an olive branch. I would offer her the choice of the guest bed or sharing my bed platonically.

I looked over at Sunny, who was smiling at me. "You have a good time tonight?" I asked.

"The best," she said. "I fucking love adventure. I know you enjoyed it. You loved fucking Greta and Jillian, didn't you?"

After Olivia's session with Greta and Sunny ended, I ended up in a threesome with Jillian and Greta. Jillian was a hell of a lover, and she was both skilled and demanding. Greta had gone a long time since her last man, and she'd had to stretch out to accommodate me. I'm not the biggest guy, but I was right at her limit for size tolerance. I drove her to orgasm three times in just ten minutes of fucking.

After Greta's third orgasm, we switched and I fucked Jillian while Greta ate her out. This was among the most pleasurable experiences of my life. Feeling the flat of Greta's tongue on the base of my cock while I thrust into Jillian's exquisite pussy sent me into orbit. Jillian's orgasm in reaction to my coming inside of her is something I will never forget. It was clear that feeling my ejaculate inside of her was what brought her over.

"I did love it, Sunny, although quality wise it didn't hold a candle to what we do together," I said.

Sunny said, "Yeah, I could tell that was the case. I wanted you to know that I loved sharing tonight with you."

***

Chapter 17

"Yes, sir. You are my boss," Mark Patterson agreed. The tremble in his voice indicated that he was terrified. I didn't feel bad about that at all. He was kneeling before me with his wrists in cuffs behind his back. We were in Patterson's living room. Olivia literally had a gun to his head. I stood at an offset from her, so that if she had to shoot him, I wouldn't be in the firing line.

Olivia was wearing a Mexican Catrina mask. It was blinged out, had crepe paper roses for hair, and long wide dangling ribbons to represent tresses. We'd bought it off Etsy. The artwork which Joaquín had made for the pop up event had given me the idea.

Sloane Moore was kneeling on the floor, wearing the sound and vision isolation mask Steve Chen brought to the vault. She couldn't see or hear what was going on. We had Sloane strip naked in front of Mark, and it was clear he knew her on first sight. Her presence would reinforce the notion that I was legitimately now his boss.

When I learned that Patterson's wife and kids were out of town, we ambushed him in his own garage.

Once we got him handcuffed and kneeling, we brought Sloane in. Then I showed him Sloane's and my tattoos. He knew beyond any doubt I was now the Glaukopis Alba wrangler.

Mark had been a cell leader under Vance Cameron. My first words to him were, "Cameron is dead. I'm your column leader now."

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Your fucking boss," I spit acidly. "You just admitted that because these fucking tattoos prove that it is so. You're wasting my time with the wrong fucking question, Mark Patterson."

"What is the right question?" he asked.

"Why is Vance Cameron dead?" I said. "The answer to that was that he was using our Albas as his personal whores."

Mark flinched and then flushed beet red. He knew he'd done the same thing.

"Cameron got greedy and used them for his personal pleasure contrary to the best interests of the organization," I said. "As of today, your personal access to the Albas ends. They are highly valued assets to the organization and they are no longer your play toys. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," he replied.

"Keep your mouth shut for this," I commanded.

I reached over and flipped the switch on Sloane's headphones to kill the sound isolation.

"Sloane," I said. "What do you know about Mark Patterson?"

Sloane quickly rattled off his full name, address, telephone number, the names of his wife and kids with their ages. She then rattled off what his sexual foibles were. Patterson was humiliated when she detailed how fond he was of receiving his oral coincident with a prostate massage.

Mark was horrified she knew all of this.

"Sloane, if Mark asked you for sex at any time, would you have given it to him of your own free will?"

"Never," she replied. "I would never willingly play around with a married man."

"Have you had sex with him under duress?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "Many times."

"From now on, what are you supposed to do if Mark approaches you and demands sex of any kind?" I asked.

"I am to refuse, Sir, and inform you immediately," she said.

"Good," I replied.

I flipped the switch back on her headphones, again isolating her from the conversation in the room.

"She knows every last fucking private personal detail about you that you think you cleverly hid from her all these years," I said. "She's known all along. What happen if she got angry with you and decided to blackmail you? What is she got mad and told your wife what you were up to? Would your wife be happy with your involvement in our little group?"

I watched Patterson swallow.

"Even worse, what if Sloane gave you up to a foreign state?" I asked. "You want to be jerked around by some Russian FSB or Chinese MSS asshole?" He did not respond.

"Do you understand why the Albas are off limits now to everyone?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied. Then he shocked me by asking, "What about the Owls?"

"What about them?" I asked.

"Are they off limits too?" he inquired

My head spun. It had not occurred to me these assholes would be fucking the Owls too.

"Are you having sex with your Owls?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied. "That's been the custom in our cell since before I was the leader. We bed them once a year at a minimum to keep them on the hook. Most of them like the sex a lot and ask for it during our monthly meetings. They like the excitement and demand it."

At face value, this was a humble brag. He wanted me to know that he was the grandmaster and that ladies pimp and fight for his delight.

"Don't flatter yourself," I spit at him. "I bet you thought Sloan was down to fuck, didn't you?"

He turned red.

"When women don't have a choice they are highly motivated to ingratiate themselves, aren't they?" I asked,

This put a sour look on his face.

"The leadership is currently in a reassessment mode due to the Vance Cameron fiasco and we'll reassess that rule. For the time being, it will be consensual sex only," I said authoritatively. "The owls are to be given the opportunity to refuse. If they do, nothing will be held against them, understand?"

"Yes," he replied.

"We will interview them and check up on you," I said. "Fuck around and you'll find out what happened to Cameron. Understand, Mark?"

"Yes," he replied. I could see he wanted to say something else.

"Spit it out, Mark," I commanded.

"The Owls are restless. They all know each other from MarCat and they know something's up. A few of the Owls lost contact with their group leaders. There's been an interruption in services. They've been networking and they had to barter loans and favors. They've all been asking us what is going on."

"Tell your cell that some of the members of leadership were disciplined and excised. Tell them about the policy changes as soon as practicable. The shit stops now, understand?"

"Yes, sir," he responded. "What do we tell the owls?"

"Nothing," I replied. "Tell them that it is above their pay grade. If you hear of an owl who needs immediate assistance and can't get in touch with their group leader, send me their name and I will take care of it."

***

"I've contacted all of Vance Cameron's cell leaders and that column is now in hand," I reported. "I've started receiving service requests from them and all of the intact cells are back to business as usual."

"Good," replied Undersecretary Matt Gilbert.

"That leaves us with one loose end in that column, which is that we need to bring the Owls who reported to Cameron, Carter, and Phelps back into the fold," I said.

We talked about this for a long time. According to the records, this was twenty-six women in all. It would take a while to bring them all in one by one. I would have to be their handler.

"I suddenly have a lot on my plate, Matt," I said. "I want to use Sunny to handle the Albas and I want to use Olivia for handling the processing of my take."

The Owls fed their reports in through the MarCat web site. Gilbert made contact with the organization lawyers and the MarCat professional employees and had accounts set up for the two of us so that we could monitor and annotate the take from the owls under my care. Part of what we had to do was assess the value of the information we received in order to determine its financial compensation.

"Olivia has too much time on her hands and I think doing this will keep her out of trouble," I said.

"Do it," replied Gilbert. "How are you doing with the Albas?"

"I've made contact and they are in hand for the moment," I reported. "I'm going to have to provide the services we talked about to get them to play ball."

Distaste covered his face. "I tried to warn Secretary Bollard, Matt," I said. "You didn't back me hard enough."

"I did back you hard," he insisted. "The problem was that she didn't have the imagination to know what you'd have to do to bring them in line."

"So, what do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Do what you have to do and pray that Secretary Bollard never finds out," he replied.

I could see him screwing up his nerve. He finally asked, "Is your personal situation with Riley any better?"

He still used his daughter's given name. I resisted the urge to criticize him for breaking our cover.

"Nope," I replied. "Things have gotten significantly more confusing,"

"How so?" he asked.

"Remember how Secretary Bollard ordered me to admit that your daughter was sexually involved with Sunny Park?" I asked.

He flushed with embarrassment. "Yes," he replied.

"Their relationship has advanced," I said.

Gilbert simply didn't know how to handle that information. He immediately dropped the subject.

"We have received word that the training resource you asked for money laundering, wet work, and for clandestine cover is now available," said Gilbert. "The contact's name is Nil Onaral. He's a former CIA asset who did a lot of work in Azerbaijan, Turkey, and then later in Ukraine, just prior to the war."

He slid a sheet of paper over to me. "You and Riley will have to go to him. You are at a point where I can spare you for the rest of the year. No time like the present."

***

Chapter 18

I called up Nil on the phone. He told us to meet him the following Monday in the parking lot of the Jamestown Settlement museum in the late morning. We were told to bring two weeks of clothes and to expect to be out of contact for that entire time. Something about the way he talked felt very fishy to me. My spider senses were tingling.

I spent quite a bit of time reconnoitering the Jamestown area using google earth. It was right next to the James river which was an estuary for the Chesapeake bay. The area was littered with more than a dozen major rivers, creeks, bays, and various estuaries. There was so much of that stuff in the immediate vicinity, that Jamestown was actually an out-of-the-way place. It was miles from the closest major road. The fact there were only a couple of roads leading in or out made me believe that this was about water ways rather than roads.

As I looked on the maps, I was surprised to find that the whole area was densely populated with bicycle trails. These trails tended to connect areas which were not directly connected with roads. These would be ideal egress routes, because someone in a car would not be able to follow.

There was a bike trail between the museum visitor's center and a nearby neighborhood of middle-class homes. I looked up the neighborhood on Vrbo and found a few houses in that neighborhood that were rentable. The smallest one was available for long-term rentals in the winter at a discount, so I rented it for three months. This would be our safe house.

The next day, I drove down to Jamestown from DC. I stocked the house with food and supplies. I brought a gun safe and stored a modest amount of weapons, ammo, and some of the items of mayhem that we got out of the trunks of shit taken from Kimsu Theron's home. I went on Craigslist and bought a cheap used car from a retired pipe fitter. Once again. I had the title transfer notarized but not registered at the DMV. I stashed the car in the garage of the house. I also acquired some electric bikes with extended range kits and multiple spare batteries.

One other thing I noticed while I was down there was that there was a marina right next to the Settlement museum. My spider sense told me that this is where the CIA guy would take me. I thought about why. In the various rivers, creeks and estuaries of the Chesapeake bay, there were a million hard-to-locate places to hide. The water would also be a good way to skedaddle if the shit hit the fan. I was thinking about DC and realized that the Potomac was navigable all the way to DC and that this would be a non-obvious way to get out of dodge.

I drove over to the marina which had a micro-brewery. I ate a meal there and ended up talking with the bartender. He started asking me if I was a boater or interested. When I told him I loved boating, but didn't own one, he said that the deal of the century was available right now down in the marina. He told me that there was a guy who was looking to offload his boat, ASAP. It was a relatively new Jeanneau NC Weekender 1295 with the fly bridge. The owner was taking delivery of a new ultra-luxury Viking at the end of the month. He had reached a deal to sell the Jeanneau, but the sale fell through when the buyer's financing didn't materialize. He was in a bind and had only fifteen days or so to offload it. "He's willing to offer a substantial price cut just to get the boat off of his books," said the bartender.

The bartender could see I was interested, so he called the owner up. The owner walked over from the docks and gave me a tour of the boat. The boat's name was "Blue Escape". It was a forty-one foot power boat with an enclosed pilot house, three small staterooms, and was powered with triple Yamaha outboard engines. It was big enough to comfortably operate in the Chesapeake Bay in all but the most adverse conditions, and had less than a three foot draft, so it could get into shallow areas easily. The enclosed pilot house had heating and air conditioning making it a true four-season boat. Most important to me was that it could do thirty-seven knots. In a small craft, when bad weather approaches, you run for shore. Speed is life in a small craft.

It was easy to see that the boat had been lightly used and meticulously maintained. The owner had it inspected for the sale that fell through and was able to show me the inspection write up which had no gripes. I asked him his asking price. New, equipped as it was, the price of the Jeanneau was almost eight-hundred thousand. He was asking for half a million-- which was twice the price I paid for my house in Darden County. We went back to the bar and dickered for a while over a beer. He said that if I took possession before the end of the month, he'd knock $100K off the asking price if I accepted the previous buyers inspection and closed before the end of the month. I said if he threw in the life jackets and safety gear, I'd take it.

Unfortunately this purchase was too big to do with a simple title transfer. I would have to get a cashier's check for the purchase price, and I would have to register it under my good cover. I decided that having the boat as a back up plan was worth the hassle, and I had plenty of money available. We'd managed to take control of the Swiss accounts for Vance Cameron. I had millions to play around with. That money was not officially on the books and Matt Gilbert would back the discretionary spend of off-the-books money no questions asked.

I accepted the deal and we closed the next afternoon.

***

I invited Sunny and Olivia down to Jamestown for the weekend. The idea was to familiarize them with the Jamestown safe house, and take them out on the boat. As luck would have it, the weather was auspicious for boating that weekend. Sunny was able to wheel and deal and trade her Sunday shift for a couple of hundred bucks in cash.

We arrived at the Vrbo on Friday night well after dark. I demonstrated how to power up the bikes and we played a game where we memorized egress routes on the local bike trails.

Afterwards, Sunny and I fucked, with Olivia kneeling at the foot of the bed watching. It was crazy and disconcerting to me. For some reason, it made me feel guilty as hell. In my accounting, I didn't owe Olivia any consideration at all, but this made me feel terrible.

When she'd watched Sunny and I fucking on our date night, Olivia had interfered and earned the humiliation. This was different. Before we began, Sunny ordered Olivia to kneel there and watch. This was well beyond simply rubbing her nose in it.

After Olivia cleaned my spend out of Sunny's pussy with her tongue, she returned to her presentation position. Kneeling with her hands on her thighs palms up. She was so horny she was trembling.

"Sunny, having Olivia do this seems actively cruel," I replied. "It feels like the sort of thing that would bring bad karma. Are you sure this is a good idea?"

When I made that observation to Sunny, she laughed and ordered Olivia to show us her pussy. When she pulled her panties down under her nightshirt, she was as aroused as she had been in Jillian's club.

"Does it really turn you on to watch your Domme fuck your Ex?" I asked her.

Olivia was very reluctant to speak.

"You may speak freely," said Sunny.

"I may not be the one in your bed, Will, but at least I'm in the room," Olivia said. "I may not be the one you're coming in, but I still get to taste your come. After what I did to you, just being in the room with you is a gift. I recognize that. I would do a lot more than that and I would experience a lot worse if it would allow me to atone, Will."

I looked at Sunny. "I told you Will, she loves you. She would do anything for you." She turned to Olivia. "Wouldn't you, Slut?"

Olivia turned beet red. "Yes, Ju-in."

"Ju-in?" I asked Sunny. "That's new. What does that mean?"

"Now that she's submitted to me, I judged Minyeo to be too familiar," replied Sunny. "Ju-in is Korean for owner. Like a landlord or a servant's master."

Sunny made eye contact with Olivia. There was significant eye contact full of subtext I didn't understand.

"Ju-in, I asked you for an opportunity to show Will the lengths I would go to in order to atone," said Sunny. "Will you come with me to the bathroom?" she asked.

Sunny got a wide eyed look of surprise on her face. "That is what you have chosen?" she asked Olivia.

"Yes, Ju-in," she replied.

Olivia turned and walked into the master bath. Sunny looked at me and she was both highly aroused and physically trembling. In a whisper, she said, "Oh my God, Will, she's really going to do it!" There was a tremble in her voice.

Sunny quickly climbed off the bed and pulled off the baby doll she'd been wearing while we fucked. She walked into that bathroom with her head held high like she owned the universe. Sunny paused in the threshold of the door and looked back at me. "This demonstration is for you. Are you coming?"

In the bathroom, Olivia stripped naked and knelt in the shower. Sunny joined her.

"Are you sure this is how you wish to demonstrate your willingness to do anything necessary to atone to Will?" asked Sunny.

"Yes, Ju-In. Please."

Sunny stepped into the shower and for the next couple of minutes, Sunny peed in Olivia's mouth, a mouthful at a time, and Olivia drank it. Olivia was clearly disgusted by what she was doing, but she battled through the revulsion and managed to swallow every mouthful she'd taken.

I simply couldn't believe what I was seeing.

After every struggled swallow, Sunny told Olivia, "Good girl."

After the tenth swallow or so, Sunny pulled Olivia's face away from her pussy. With a trembling and excited voice said, "That's good enough, Slut. That was perfect. You were such a good girl. You fought so hard for me."

Sunny turned and emptied her bladder against the shower wall. When she was done, she pulled Olivia's face back into her pussy. "Clean me," she commanded.

Sunny gently fucked Olivia's face while Olivia tried to clean Sunny off with her tongue.

After a minute or two, Sunny released Olivia's hair and pushed her away. "Shower, brush your teeth, gargle, and then join us."

Sunny practically dislocated my arm pulling me into the bedroom. The shower started in the bathroom

She threw me onto the bed. I was surprised to find I was hard as a rock. I wasn't sure when I'd become hard again, but I was rock hard. Sunny immediately scrambled on top of me and mounted me.

"I can't believe she did that," said Sunny breathlessly as she pulled me in deep to her and ground her clit against the base of my cock. She was completely molten.

"I've got to reward her," she said with a tremble in her voice. "This needs to be a big one. I want to lock the concept into her brain that her level of compliance tonight gets the maximum reward."

She tightened her muscles on the inside and then did a slow pull out and slammed her pelvis back down. She groaned once and stopped.

"Will you help me?" she asked. "Will you help me reward her?"

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Will you fuck her?" Sunny asked. Her facial expression made it clear she was aware this was a big ask. She was bracing herself for me to get mad.

"You know, she did that mostly for you," said Sunny. "She wanted to demonstrate that she would do anything to atone."

I wasn't sure how to respond. What Sunny was asking me to do was a lot. As I debated in my head, the thought You've rewarded her that way before. shot through my brain.

The shower suddenly stopped.

Sunny suddenly leaned forward and kissed me. "Please Will. This is very important to me. I promise I'll make it up to you."

"I'll do it," I said.

Sunny whispered a delighted "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" into my ear.

Olivia appeared in the doorway. She was humiliated and couldn't bring herself to make eye contact. She was still blatantly aroused, though. Her eyes kept flicking over to watch Sunny riding me.

Sunny turned to look at Olivia. "Look me in the eyes, Slut." she said.

Olivia made eye contact with Sunny. Sunny stopped grinding on me and sat bolt upright.

"You did well and you pleased me, Slut. I'm so pleased, in fact, I think you should get a reward. What would you like for a reward?" asked Sunny.

"Please don't tease me, Ju-in," said Olivia. Her voice was trembling. "I want what we talked about."

"We spoke about many things, Slut. Which one in particular do you want as your reward?" asked Sunny. "Speak freely."

"I want Will, Ju-in," said Olivia.

"That's a big ask, Slut." said Sunny. "I will have to bribe him and it will be costly for me. I'm not sure I want to incur this debt for you."

Olivia cringed and looked at the floor.

"Still," said Sunny visibly waffling. "What you did for me in there was remarkable. You were such a good girl, I will give you that reward if that is what you want."

Sunny dismounted me and rolled onto her back, drawing her knees up towards her chest.

"If that is what you want, pleasure me," commanded Sunny.

Olivia scrambled up onto the bed and went onto all fours with ass up and face down. She pressed her face right into Sunny's pussy. Sunny grabbed Olivia's head with her hands and pulled her in deeper, lightly fucking Olivia's face as she licked her.

Sunny, flushed with arousal, leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Fuck her in doggy, please. I'll pay it back, I promise."

I rolled off the bed and as Olivia ate out Sunny, I snuck up behind her. Through Sunny's foresight and careful positioning, Olivia was perfectly situated for standing doggy.

My cock was already slick with juices, so I walked right up and slid straight into Olivia. She was not expecting it and flinched at the sudden intrusion.

"No, no, no," Sunny said to Olivia. "Don't fight him. You asked for this."

I hilted myself into Olivia. She groaned. She was remarkably tight. Even tighter than when I'd fucked her in the Van after the rave. The relative inactivity over the past few months made her pussy tighten. I stayed in her and let her adjust to my size.

I started a few soft strokes to make sure everything was lubed up and ready to go.

Sunny said to Olivia, "Nope. Don't lose focus. You are pleasuring me. That's where your focus needs to be."

Sunny made eye contact and mouthed to me, "Fuck her hard".

I lengthened and strengthened my strokes until I was full-on railing her. Olivia's pussy suddenly began to cream. It developed the consistency of warm honey.

I'd never felt Olivia this hot. I could sense every muscle in her pelvis was trembling. The noises of pleasure she was making as I fucked her and she pleasured Sunny were animalistic. She was steadily ramping and I was certain she was going to come from penetration, which was unprecedented for her.

I was really banging Olivia pretty hard when Sunny said, "Can you feel that, Olivia? Can you feel Will's cock in you? Do you like feeling his cock in you?"

Olivia's response was a hummed agreement "Mm-hmm." It came out as a trembling and desperate groan, which made Sunny laugh.

"This is what obedient good-girl sluts get when they comply," she said. "Do you like Will's cock in your pussy, Slut? Is this a good reward for you?"

Olivia's response was another hummed agreement "Mm-hmm."

I could feel her pussy begin to tremble. She was very close to orgasm, Sunny made eye contact with me and the meaning of her facial expression was an unmistakable message: "This is fucking amazing!"

"Aren't you glad you drank my piss, Slut?" asked Sunny.

Olivia's pussy clenched as she understood what she was asked. The skin on Olivia's back flushed red and she emitted a piteous groan of humiliation.

Sunny was looking at me in confusion. I mouthed "Almost," to her. Sunny smiled and nodded.

"Will sure is pounding the shit out of you, Slut," Sunny observed. "Can you feel my piss sloshing around in your stomach?"

On my next very hard thrust, Olivia detonated and came utterly ferociously. She screamed out a desperate moan straight into Sunny's pussy.

She tried to pull her legs together, but she lost bodily control. She started to flop over, but I grabbed her hips and forcibly held her upright. I continued to pound hard into her as she thrashed under me. The spasms in her pussy were among the most forceful that I've ever felt and were out of time from the thrusts that I was making. Olivia began keening in pleasure.

Sunny shouted out, "Keep licking, Slut. I'm right there, make me come! Ohhhhhh, Gawwwwwwd!"

Sunny suddenly bucked so hard beneath Olivia, it almost lifted Olivia off her knees. Olivia's pussy was still spasming as Sunny groaned in pleasure and pulled Olivia's face deeper into her slit.

I still wasn't close, so I kept railing Olivia and she kept keening and spasming down on my cock. I tried to count the spasms, but gave up after twenty or so.

After another half minute or so, Sunny tapped out first. She suddenly groaned in pain. "Fuck!" she exclaimed. "Too much!"

She pushed Olivia's face away. Olivia was breathing hard now that her face was free from between Sunny's thighs. I continued to rail her until she suddenly reached the breaking point. Olivia moaned in pain with a hard thrust and piteously groaned out, "Ouch! Will, please, that's too hard. I'm too sore."

With one last thrust into her, I hilted her and remained motionless inside of her. I asked. "Was that too rough on you, Slut?"

"Just there at the end," she said in an embarrassed tiny voice. "It was great until then."

To be honest, I'd never even noticed that she stopped coming. I rested for a moment and caught my breath, remaining inside of Olivia. Sunny was floating in a sea of ecstasy and was totally incoherent.

"Can you finish gently, Will?" Olivia asked again in that small tiny voice. "Please?"

I made gentle and slow long strokes, just as I had when we'd made love before the Darden County incident tore us apart. My hand found its way between her legs as it had for all those years we'd made love.

With a feather touch, I gently slid my fingers back and forth over her engorged clitoris. Olivia growled out a moan. "Oh God, Will! I didn't ever think I'd feel your marvelous soft touch like that again! Please don't stop."

Her pussy, still hot and molten and feeling like sticky warm honey, started to vibrate.

"Don't stop, Will!" Olivia shouted, her voice coated in a rapturous pleasure.

I slid my fingers over her clit and gently sandwiched it between my index and middle fingers. This made Olivia scream again, "Oh! That feels so good!" Her voice belied an utter loss of control. She was like putty and I was holding her up and doing all the work.

I thrust gently and deeply into her again and lightly pinched her clitoris between my index and middle fingers. The tension inside her wound up so hard, I watched her anus dilate open a half inch wide. Olivia suddenly let out a held breath and called out, "I love you, Will!"

When she did, her anus suddenly clinched shut and Olivia detonated hard again. This time, I was suddenly soaked. Olivia came hard.

When I realized that's what was happening, I spontaneously released. The typical ramp up and suspension on the threshold of orgasm was bypassed for me. Without warning, I suddenly ejaculated full force into her. A humongous crashing tidal wave of pleasure turned me into an unresponsive mass. I came so hard, all the muscles responsible for shooting the ejaculate out of my body completely cramped. It was simultaneously brutally painful and exquisitely and massively pleasurable.

***

I lost myself for a time. When I came to my senses, my cock was soft and had fallen out of Olivia. I was soaking wet from my nipples down, and I was laying on my side.

Olivia was in front of my chest lying prone. She was sobbing and crying so forcefully she couldn't speak. Sunny had pulled Olivia's head into her lap and was running her fingers through Olivia's hair, trying to comfort her.

I made eye contact with Sunny and gestured towards Olivia.

Sunny just shrugged. "She won't respond," she said quietly.

The possibility that I was responsible for her crying fit was more than I could bear. I climbed out of the bed and decided to shower.

I'd left my luggage in the entry hall. I grabbed a tee shirt and a pair of pajama pants. I got into the shower in the guest bedroom and washed myself.

Afterwards, I went into the kitchen and made a pot of sleep tea. I knew that Olivia drank a cup before bed every night and that Sunny liked it too. I figured it would be a peace offering.

I carried the pot of tea, mugs, sugar, and honey, into the bedroom on a cookie sheet that I used as a makeshift tray. I paused at the bedroom door to listen. I wanted to know if Olivia was still crying. She wasn't. Instead, I heard them talking in an almost whisper. I heard Sunny say, "I love you Olivia. It's been building up for a time for me, but I can't deny it any longer."

"Really?" responded Olivia. "I thought you were into Will."

"I am into Will," said Sunny, "He's one of the most amazing men I've ever met and the sexual chemistry we have is off the charts. I'm not about to give him up, Olivia. The truth is, however, I don't love him. I love you."

I stood there at the doorway entirely stunned with what I'd just heard. I replayed in my mind all of the interactions I'd seen between Sunny and Olivia over the last couple of weeks. The brightness and frenetic energy that Sunny had when it came to Olivia really stood out in retrospect. I'd taken that as a sign of Sunny's eagerness to play. I could see now that it was much more than that.

I waited another thirty seconds or so, but there was nothing but silence coming from the room. I stepped in. Sunny and Olivia were making out. Not "sexy time romp" making out, but like two seasoned lovers. Clearly, it wasn't their first time doing this.

I set the cookie sheet on the dresser nearest the door. They didn't even notice.

"I'm going for a walk," I said. I left the room without waiting for an answer.

***

I was on a bike trail behind the neighborhood. It was dark, damp, and chilly.

I had my phone with me. I texted Jillian. "Question: do Doms fall in love with Subs? Is that legal?"

To my surprise, Jillian texted right back. "Ha! Legal? Doms fall in love with Subs all the time. I love Greta more than I love myself. Did you not see this when we were together?"

I thought about it and realized it was true. Jillian was utterly smitten with Greta.

I texted back, "I guess I can see that now. I was confused because I thought the love would undermine the Dom/sub dynamic, but clearly that's not the case for you two."

"Nope," she texted back with a smiley emoji.

"You shared the one that you love with me?" I asked.

"She wanted you, Will. I was in the mood to indulge her. I'm glad I did. Some of the stuff you did with her deepened our relationship significantly. We've been doing a lot of mirror work. What it does to her is very profound. You have given that to us, I also loved the night we shared at my club."

"That was a great night, wasn't it? I was high for three days after it," I texted back to her.

"Ha ha ha! Greta and I were the same," Jillian texted back.

After a few minutes, a new text from Jillian came in. "Why all of these questions? Are you starting to fall for Sloane? She is an exquisite creature. It would not be unusual for a new Dom to fall for their first sub very quickly-- especially if she was like Sloane."

I thought about what to say for a long time. I texted back, "I overheard Sunny admit to Olivia that she loved her tonight. They didn't realize I could hear them talking."

Jillian replied very quickly, "To be honest, I saw that one coming. New Doms tend to fall in love with their first subs quickly. That's why I thought you were processing feelings for Sloane."

After a pause another text came in. "I take it you were developing feelings for Sunny?"

"Yes," I texted back.

Jillian's next text came in. "So, you love Sunny. Sunny loves Olivia. Olivia loves you. Your relationship status is as you first described it to me: shit show."

"Ha ha ha!" I texted back. I could only laugh at her observation on the inside.

***

When I came back to the rental house, the lights were off, except in the family room. Sunny was in there by herself in a sofa chair with her feet up. She was reading a book.

As I walked in, Sunny sat up and smiled. I asked, "Is Olivia all right?"

"She wasn't sad crying, Will," Sunny said. "That was a happy cry for her. You rocked her world tonight. It was like you used to do for her. She never thought she'd have that experience again."

"Is she asleep now?" I asked.

"Yes," replied Sunny. "I changed the sheets while she got cleaned up. She drank her tea and fell asleep right away. This was a big day for her."

I sat on the couch and buried my face in my hands.

"What's wrong, Will?" Sunny asked. She came over and sat on the couch next to me. She put her hands on my shoulders in what was meant to be a comforting gesture.

There was no way out except to address it head on. "You're in love with Olivia?" I asked.

"You overheard us talking?" she guessed. Sunny looked shocked that I knew, but didnt look the slightest bit guilty about it.

With a sigh, she said, "I'm sorry you had to learn it that way. I was planning to get us alone this weekend and talk with you about it. I guess I outed myself, though."

I wilted on her admission. I didn't want to, but the sheer amount of wreckage in my personal life due to Olivia was overwhelming to start with, and this was just one more car wreck.

Sunny felt my body language change and said, "Will, what's wrong? Why would this bother you? It changes nothing."

"It doesn't?" I said with a bitter laugh. "That's a novel interpretation."

"If you were listening outside of the door while Olivia and I talked, you would have heard me say that I'm not about to give you up. I mean that, Will. We're awesome together."

"Do you remember when I said I didn't want the best part of my life polluted by the worst part of it?" I asked.

Sunny replied, "Yes."

"Well, this is that scenario exactly," I said.

"But, you were great with Olivia tonight," she said. "You were soft and gentle and you two had amazing chemistry together."

"Sunny," I said, trying to keep my shit together. "I was doing that for you. You asked me for that favor. You promised you'd pay me back, whatever that meant. I did it for you."

Sunny suddenly grew stiff next to me. "You aren't jealous are you?" she asked.

"Sunny, you've asked me that before, My answer at that time was that I was jealous over you. I couldn't have been more clear," I said.

This wasn't at all what Sunny expected. "Shit!" she said. "I didn't understand. I mean, I didn't have a clue that...." She allowed herself to trail off as she realized anything she could say would be bullshit.

I stood, which had the effect of pulling me out of her hands. "We're up before dawn tomorrow," I said. "We've got a long day on the water. Get some rest." I walked into the entry hall, grabbed my bags and pulled them into the guest bedroom with the en-suite bathroom. I closed and locked the door.

Sunny tried to follow me in there and was surprised that the door was locked.

"Will, I want you to sleep with us in the master bedroom. There's plenty of room in the bed in there," she said.

"Nope," I replied. "I don't want to get between you and your love."

I turned the light off in the bedroom. Sunny stood by the door for two or three minutes trying to figure out what to do. Eventually, I heard her quietly walk away.

***

Chapter 19

We were standing on the docks before my new boat. The sun was just coming up on the horizon. "Holy shit!" said Sunny. "This is so cool! You can really drive this thing?"

That was really the first thing that either one had said to me since I roused them at zero dark early. I figured that Sunny told Olivia I was upset about their relationship. That made them both unusually laconic.

"Yes," I replied. "My first summer cruise while I was in Navy ROTC was on a sailboat. I got my D-OS qual. That is a sailing master qualification. My second summer cruise was with a small boats unit. I got my coxswain's pin. That's a motorboat qualification."

I stepped on board and turned around. "The first rule of boating is that you don't come on board without the skipper's permission."

"Can we come aboard, skipper?" asked Sunny. She used the term skipper ironically.

I got angry with myself for using the term 'skipper'. I was certain I would regret it.

"Granted," I replied.

I thought about helping them board, and holding their arms. It was better that they accustomed themselves to getting on and off without my help.

I walked to the back door of the pilot house, unlocked it, and opened the door.

I stepped in and the ladies followed, amazed at the room. "This is the pilot house," I said.

"It has a galley and a salon with a kitchen table. There is an inboard pilot station, right there." I pointed to a seat with a wheel, dashboard, and throttle. There's an identical pilot station on the roof. That's called the 'fly bridge'. It gives you better lines of sight when the boat is on plane."

"On plane?" Olivia asked.

"When you go fast through the water, the bow lifts up," I said. "They call that being 'on plane'. It makes it harder to see out of the front window. You'll see later."

I led them down the steps to the area under the deck. I showed them the three staterooms.

I threw my overnight bag into one of the two aft cabins with a pair of very narrow twin beds. I figured that Sunny and Olivia would share the big bedroom with me if I occupied it.

The ladies were amazed at the compact luxury of the boat and kept talking about the glass-walled shower in the bathrooms.

"A bathroom in a ship is called a head," I announced. I also explained a bunch of basic nautical terms: bow, stern, fore, aft, port, and starboard.

I opened up a locker in one of the state rooms and pulled out the life preservers. They were the very high-end inflatable kind and it was almost like wearing nothing.

I got Olivia's and Sunny's fitted up over their windbreakers. It was chilly enough today that they'd need some wind protection.

"If you hit the water, these will auto-inflate," I instructed. "They are low profile so they won't get in your way when you are hanging out on the boat. We'll all wear these until we get comfortable with this craft and get our sea legs. Safety first."

I showed the women how to untie from the dock. I then lowered the engines into the water and slid the cockpit bench back while the women watched.

I had Olivia stand next to the cleat on the dock while I started the engines from the fly bridge.

I waved to Olivia to untie us. She did so and quickly stepped on board as if she'd done it a thousand times. She was a natural. We were off.

The marina was on a creek whose mouth to the James river was being dredged. We also had to travel under two low bridges to get out into the James river, but we made it with a couple of feet to spare. Once out into the James, I opened it up and we made good time heading south past Hampton to the mouth of the James.

The ladies joined me on the fly bridge. It was a glorious late fall day, and the wind wasn't too bad. The water on the James was calm and almost glassy. I used our journey to school the ladies on the rules of the waterways, how to read a chart, how to use the GPS systems on the boat to plot and navigate a course, and how to be an effective lookout.

Each woman got over an hour of time at the helm under my watchful eye. The traffic was light until we got to Newport News and once we were in the Chesapeake, there was almost no traffic to speak of. We did, however, pick up some chop on the Chesapeake bay. Olivia was not bothered, but Sunny went a little green in the gills. I sent her down into the pilot house to drink a can of ginger ale. I had dramamine in case things got bad, but she didn't need it.

We navigated northwest into the York river. At lunch time, we approached the Riverwalk Landing dock just outside of Yorktown.

No one was at the dock, so I used it to practice docking. We pulled away and navigated back a dozen times. Each woman got three turns at manning the fenders, stepping down to tie the boat off onto a dock cleat, and maneuvering the boat from the helm. I also made them practice getting the half hitch at the cleat perfect and flemishing the extra line.

Once again, Olivia was a natural at all this, and Sunny struggled to keep up with what came naturally to Olivia.

I took the ladies to a restaurant on the river walk for lunch. After lunch, we took the Blue Escape across the river to a marina. I had the ladies bring us into the fuel dock. Olivia maneuvered the boat perfectly into position from the fly bridge while Sunny handled the fenders smartly, stepped off the boat as cool as a cucumber, and expertly tied us off in front of twenty spectators. They played it cool and acted like they'd done it all the time, but I could tell that they were pleased as punch.

After I fueled up, we tied up the Blue Escape onto temporary slip and we took a ride share to the local grocery store, where we provisioned a couple of weeks of food, most of which was shelf stable.

In the late afternoon, we boated over to a nearby anchorage, where I gave the ladies a crash course in anchoring. We anchored twice. As luck would have it, the anchor didn't bite the first time and we started dragging. This was an excellent lesson because I was able to show them what the drag felt like and how to establish transits to get a better picture of the relative movement.

When we got the anchor set perfectly, I said, "It has been a long day already. I will need a nap before we return."

I went below and locked myself into the aft cabin where I stowed my luggage. After I was in there for fifteen minutes, I heard whispered voices and I heard someone quietly trying to work the cabin door open. After a minute or two, they gave up.

After that, I heard noises from the master cabin. It was clear that Sunny and Olivia were having sex. I tried to put it out of my mind as I went to sleep.

***

I was up a couple of hours later, feeling incredibly refreshed. It had been years now since I'd slept on the water and the rocking of the hull as I slept had been therapeutic.

I left the cabin and in the salon, I got a weather update. The afternoon and evening would be overcast with more wind, but the conditions on the river wouldn't be too bad.

I went to the fly bridge and started up the motors, which brought the ladies up out of the cabin. They both had bed head and smelled of soap and toothpaste. I supposed they washed up so that they weren't rubbing their afternoon activities in my face.

I showed them how to weigh the anchor, how to wash down the chain while pulling it in, and how to watch the color markers to see how much chain was being taken in. I then demonstrated pinning the anchor into place on the bow roller.

I then went up to the fly bridge and plotted a leisurely course to the East River off of Mobjack Bay, which was just north of the mouth of the York. My goal was to have the ladies attempt to anchor at night. As we motored, Olivia suddenly made herself scarce and Sunny sat on the chair next to the pilot station.

"What's going on, Will?" she asked. "Why are you suddenly so cold to me?"

"That is a dumb question, Sunny. Do I really have to spell it out for you?" I asked.

She looked embarrassed, "No, you don't. I just don't understand, Will. What has changed? The sex we had last night was incredible. Don't try to tell me it wasn't, because you came so hard in Olivia that you were utterly incoherent."

"What Olivia did to me is unforgivable. Did Olivia tell you the whole story?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Are you sure she told you the truth?" I asked.

Her mouth opened and closed. "I'm not sure," she said. "I think she did?"

"I know Olivia pretty well, Sunny. I don't think she told you the unvarnished truth. The fact of the matter is that the operation where she cheated on me is so classified, she would be arrested for treason for sharing it with you."

"What I know is that she got involved with a woman who seduced her and that woman got her involved with two other men," said Sunny, "That's true, right?"

"Look, I don't really have the authority to read you into what was going on. If I tell you, will you keep your mouth shut about it?"

"You can trust me, Will," she said.

I told her the story, describing the extent and nature of Olivia's infidelity, but leaving out all of the operational details. I did, however, describe in detail Kimsu's almost effortless seduction of her, her involvement with Sheriff PT Hill, then her weekend tryst to take Mark Litton's virginity. I used no names, but I made it clear these were the bad guys we were sent to surveil.

I then told her about her showing up at my house with three men and her clunky attempt to handcuff me so that she could cuckold me. I described to her how she'd been compliant at every stage of her treachery to me. Sunny was actually aghast.

"Have you really thought through what that was like for me?" I asked. "She cheated on me with at least three people. She developed a serious attachment to one. Then she conspired to cuckold me. She brought those men into our house to fuck them in front of me. She was aroused by this, Sunny. You may find it easy to forgive that kind of reckless disregard and disrespect, but I cannot. I'm not an egotistical guy, but I do value myself enough to establish consequences for her betrayal."

I think for the first time, she actually, really understood.

"I really like you Sunny, and not in a casual way," I said. "We have an amazing chemistry together, and you literally saved my life when I was dosed with fentanyl. When it comes to who I would want as my life partner, you're exactly what I would look for. You made it clear, however, I'm not what you are looking for. That's fine. I can respect that."

Sunny had a very complicated reaction to that.

"What I can do, however, is respect myself enough to prevent you from drawing me into a hopeless three-way entanglement with Olivia." My low voice was firm. "Do you understand why I say I will never be able to trust her with my heart again?"

"It was Olivia who saved your life with the Fentanyl," Sunny replied quietly to make sure she wasn't overheard. "She brought me to you. And then last night-- you fucked her. You enjoyed that. It was clear how much you liked being in her. God, Will, you were on fire."

"Yes, I did enjoy it," I confessed. "The truth is I still love her some." My qualification made Sunny flinch slightly. "Some part of me probably always will. There is a part of me that wants to forgive her. I might even get to that point in the future. Even if I forgive her, though, I will never, ever, trust her again. She will never be in my confidence again. Have you ever been in a relationship where trusting your partner just wasn't possible? It just doesn't work, Sunny."

That was pretty much the end of our discussion. Sunny left me at the helm on the fly bridge and was down below with Olivia for more than an hour.

Plum tree island was off of the starboard stern and I was considering how the temperature had dropped in the late afternoon when, as if reading my mind, Olivia suddenly appeared with a travel mug full of coffee prepared the way I liked it. She looked like she'd been crying.

She sat at the seat across from me and said, "Sunny is really pissed off at me. She accused me of lying to her about how I cheated on you."

"Were you honest with her?" I asked.

Olivia didn't answer. She just sniffled. After a few minutes, she went back below.

***

As the sun started to go down, I pulled both of the ladies up onto the fly bridge in their wind breakers and knit caps. The breeze was picking up and the temperature had dropped. Mobjack bay and the east river was small and shallow compared to the York and we were going to have to navigate a channel in the dark.

In the dimming light, I showed them how to identify channel markers and the location and direction of the other boats by the color and orientation of their running lights. The GPS on the boat radically simplified nighttime navigation. If we wanted to, we could literally have the boat steer itself all the way. I felt. however, that it was best to provide for emergencies, like the failure of the GPS system.

When we got to our anchorage in the East river, it was pitch black due to the low overcast. I had the ladies anchor us, establishing transits with shore lights. We did not drag anchor this time and we got a pretty good hold the first time.

***

We cooked a modest dinner in the galley and sat at the table in the salon. Dinner conversation was stilted. I didn't much want to talk with Sunny, Sunny didn't want much to talk with Olivia. Sunny broke the stalemate by asking me about our agenda for Sunday.

"We're here in the East river tonight because a front is going to come through. The winds will be from the north east and we are leeward to a big hill in this anchorage. You can't see it in the dark, but it's there. It will blow over by first light.

"I plan to make a good run tomorrow and see how far we can get. If the Chesapeake bay is choppy, we'll run across the bay to Cape Charles. The bay is about thirty miles across there, so that will give you a taste of choppy conditions without killing you. There's a good boat-in restaurant there called 'The Shanty'. That's plan B."

"What's Plan A?" asked Sunny.

"If conditions allow, we run North and stop in a place called Solomons, Maryland," I noted. "That's about ninety miles North of Hampton. For a boat like this, that's a little over three hours running flat-out. There's a great Tiki bar there. As an impressionable young ensign, my new crew mates took me there and got me drunk and I got lucky. I had the time of my life." I smiled at the memories.

"What's the story behind that?" asked Sunny.

"Of getting drunk?" I asked.

"No, of getting lucky," she clarified.

"Well, it was my twenty-second birthday. I'd only been a crew member for maybe five months. Our destroyer was anchored in Norfolk. A few of the other junior officers and I were given three days of liberty and they were determined to show me a good time for my birthday. All three of them had gone to the Naval Academy at Annapolis, and they used their connections to get a rental boat which we pitched in for. We boated over to Solomon's. The Tiki Bar there was a place where a couple of them had gone to hook up with students from St. Mary's College.

"The Tiki bar was a lively place. On a good weather weekend in the late spring, there was a good mix of college students, boating cruisers, and locals. We got there in the late afternoon and had a great time. There were four of us: three guys and a woman. The woman we were with, Mary Showalter. We called her 'Show' because she was a total smoke-show."

Olivia's facial expression changed to one of amusement and surprise. "This is a Show story?" she asked. She'd met Show and she knew of a hundred great stories about her exploits. I nodded.

"Anywhere she went, Show, got a lot of attention. She was very pretty and very athletic. All afternoon, guy after guy hit on her. Of course, the three of us knew she was a lesbian, but the guys at the bar didn't know that.

"Well, it had just gotten dark when Show came up to me and said, 'I need you to wing man for me.' There was a woman she fancied and her companion was sticking to her like glue. Frankly, I was surprised she asked me, but I wasn't going to refuse. I owed a lot to Show at that point. She'd kept me from making a fool out of myself more than a dozen times after I reported on board my ship. I would have done anything for her."

"What did Show look like?" asked Sunny.

"Tall blonde slender woman with modest breasts, and very pretty," I replied.

Olivia suddenly interjected herself. "Show came to our wedding, Ju-in. She is nearly six feet tall, and is a bone-skinny fitness freak. She was a pole vaulter in college. She has a no-shit Hollywood glamour. She was so pretty, I couldn't look her in the face. It is seriously like standing next to a Victoria's Secret Angel. If I hadn't known she was a lesbian, I would have shit myself in jealousy at my own wedding."

Olivia then looked at me and she looked abashed that she'd injected that.

"Well, Show was after a very pretty woman. Maybe mid-thirties. Big boobs, very sultry with a fantastic smile. She'd caught my eye a little earlier, but I saw her shoot down several younger men, so I figured she wasn't a good target for me. Well, Show had no doubts at all.

"I hadn't noticed who the companion to Show's target was, but I was in. As we walked over there, her companion came into view and my God, she was one of the hottest women I'd ever seen. She was a brunette, medium height, luscious body. Not as good-looking as Show, but definitely way out of my league. Serious ten body, nice boobs and a big ass with tiny waist. Big eyes. Button nose. Disney-princess pointy chin. Straight dark-brown hair. Anyway, I did my part. I engaged this woman, whose name was Darya."

"You never told me this story," said Olivia.

"Of course not," I replied. "Let me finish, and you'll see why."

"Anyway, Show's initial approach with her target was rebuffed, but she kept at it. Consequently, I kept up my end too. To my surprise, I kind of hit it off with Darya. She had my sense of humor and I got her laughing, which was always very encouraging. My goal wasn't to win Darya over, I was just there to keep her entertained long enough for Show to take her shot unimpeded."

"As the night unfolded, Show just leaned in and kissed her target. Show's target tried to slap her, but Show caught her slap and kept kissing her. That was a total Show move, by the way. Aggressive is too mild a word.

"Darya said, 'Oh my God! I can't believe your friend did that. Bridget is not into women like that!' I laughed back at her and asked, 'If my friend Mary had come on to you, wouldn't have turned her down either.' Darya thought about it and said, 'Oh, hell no. You wouldn't refuse either."

Something about the way Darya said that tickled us both and we laughed.

I said, 'We are coworkers, Darya. Even if Show was inclined to like men, which she isn't, she wouldn't do me on that principle.'

"'Aren't work relationships just a total pain in the ass?' she asked. We both laughed again.

"'So you're into my friend over there?' I asked."

"'Yeah, but I am inclined to like both men and women,' Darya confessed. 'I'm pretty sure my friend has never been with a woman.' Show and Bridget were really making out by then. 'I think her life is about to change dramatically,' she said. We both laughed."

"Sharing those laughs was the big ice breaker for us. Suddenly we were like old friends. Well, Show and this woman ended up kissing for maybe ten more minutes there in the Tiki bar. The spectacle of two women that good looking making out in a bar got a fair amount of attention. When the attention became oppressive, Darya said to me, 'We need to get them out of here before there's a riot. We should take this to the boat.'

"Darya stood up and said to Show and her target, 'Come on. You two have worn out our welcome here. Let's take this to the boat.' On our way out, I spoke to my two other junior officer buddies and cut them loose.

"Well, Darya walked me out over to a slip in a nearby marina, and took me on board a seventy foot yacht. Show and I just shared this look, you know? It was a total 'what the fuck?' moment for the both of us. A yacht that size is a multi-million dollar thing. Being owned and operated by two single women in their thirties was just impossible.

"The salon on the main deck of this yacht was huge. Show immediately dragged her hookup down to the cabins. Darya offered to make us a drink. In the quiet of the salon, we had this amazing conversation. I asked her who owned the boat. It turns out she did. She held a 100-ton near-shore master license. Her parents had sold yachts for a living and she'd spent her entire adult life on the water. She owned and operated her yacht as a business.

"Darya took people out on the water and on cruises for pay. She lived aboard the boat and travelled up and down the east coast of the US. In the summer, she spent most of her time in the Chesapeake Bay, but she also did New York, Boston, and Kennebunkport if a customer offered her enough financial incentive. When the hurricane season ended, she would transition down to Florida: Miami, Fort Meyers, Tampa, or the Keys. In the spring, after the March vacations ended, she'd work her way back up North again.

"When I asked her if Bridget was working her vessel, she laughed. 'Bridget's a dear friend, but she's a paying customer this week,' said Darya. 'This is the last night of her trip and she really had a hard time getting herself in the spirit. I've got to tell you, I'm super glad your friend Mary picked her up. Bridget wanted a hook up in the worst way and Mary made it happen.

"Darya asked me about what I did and when she found out I was a naval officer with sailboat and small craft qualifications, she was delighted. She engaged me in serious pro-talk about nautical stuff and we just, I don't know? We bonded? God, it was such an invigorating conversation. She was a seasoned sailor and we had a lot to talk about. Well, before too long, I got bold and I leaned over and kissed her. She was shocked, as if she totally didn't expect it, but she kissed me back. We kissed for a while and Darya said, 'Let's take this below.'

"She pulled me down to her cabin, which wasn't actually the good cabin. It was a small cabin with a double bed. The two big staterooms were reserved for paying passengers. Anyway, we made out in her cabin, and I was taking it slow and just enjoying myself, ready at any moment to receive a stop sign. After maybe fifteen minutes of very patiently working ourselves up, Darya pulled my pants down and told me to lay down. She proceeded to give me the most amazing head I've ever had in my life,"

As I said this, Sunny started to cackle. Olivia just looked at me, with this wide-eyed stare because she was disturbed I'd never shared this story.

"What made it good?" asked Sunny.

"Sunny, most of the time when women give a man head, it is something they do as quickly as they can. Even if a woman wants to finish a guy with oral, she typically works hard to get it over with.

"Well, Darya took her time. She very slowly and very deliberately worked me over with her mouth. At any time after the first couple of minutes, she could have brought me off. She didn't. She didn't give a fuck about finishing. She'd build me up, gently take me back down. Then build me up, then take me back down. Over and over. She had no gag reflex at all. She did a lot of things, like work me up close to orgasm, then throat me, and she'd squeeze my cock with her throat very slowly, keeping me right on the edge. When she pulled me back out, her tongue was as articulate as a finger and she'd tickle every part of my cock. It was utterly exquisite. She was like the Michelangelo of head.

"Finally, after about an hour or so, she got me up to the edge, then she maybe 90% throated me and moved her head so that the narrow part of her throat rotated around my frenulum. My God, I came so fucking hard I was nearly rendered unconscious. Darya laughed and laughed at how hard I orgasmed. 'You're so adorable!' she said to me. She was extremely delighted.

"Well, I wanted to repay the favor, so I flipped her onto her stomach and put a bunch of pillows under her pelvis. This was something I worked out how to do in college. I had a girlfriend who would masturbate face down and could only come in that position."

Both women nodded. I'd given both of them head just like that.

"So I worked on her like she worked on me. Up to an edge, then slowly work her down. Frankly, I wasn't as good at it as she was, but I was the only person who'd ever done it that way to her. She began to try to speed me up to make her orgasm, but I had a lot of control in that position. It wasn't like she could pull my face into her.

"Eventually, when I felt like she was fully ripe for it, I went after her edge. When I got her there, I gave her the merest tickling tongue wriggle barely against her clit. I was trying to edge her just a tiny bit closer. I didn't realize until later that I was basically about to give her a ruined orgasm. When that started to happen, she kind of went nuts."

Sunny started to laugh.

"Darya screamed out, 'No! Quick, finish me!' It was so unexpected, it scared me, and I inhaled quite unintentionally, which pulled her clit right into my mouth. I sucked on it and it went from ruined orgasm to overstimulation in an instant. Boom, huge fucking explosive orgasm. I'd never made any girl come that hard before and the noises she made were like a narcotic injected straight into my jugular.

"When she finally pushed me away, Darya said, 'Holy shit, you've got serious game!'" It was all mostly by accident, but it made me feel pretty damn good about myself. Well, Darya decided it was time to fuck. She rolled a condom on me and we went at it. We fucked twice before we were both exhausted and crashed. As we went to sleep, we could hear grunts and groans from the other cabin. Darya said to me, 'Jesus, if your friend keeps this up, she may kill poor Bridget. If she lives through tonight, she's going to be one hell of a happy customer.'

"The next morning, Show and I both woke up early. That's what the Navy ingrains into you. We made breakfast in the galley and shot the shit about our respective nights. I was pretty proud of myself and I told her about how despite the odds, I'd won over Darya and had a pretty good night. Show just smiled at me and said she had a pretty damn good night too.

"The smell of the breakfast cooking woke up the other two, and we had breakfast together. While we were eating, I notice kind of a furtive sort of silent communication going on between Show and Darya, which I thought was weird. At the end of the meal, Show asked if we could look at the fly bridge and the engine room. Darya told her to go ahead, so Show dragged me up onto the fly bridge and said, 'Sorry partner, but I need you out of here. Go below, tell Darya how amazing she was, kiss her goodbye, and get out of dodge.' I was confused and wanted a better explanation, but Show said she would give it to me later.

"So, I went below and said goodbye to Darya. She wasn't disappointed at all. Instead, she looked relieved. She insisted on a goodbye kiss, though, and she about melted me. Almost as soon as I left Darya's boat, they cast off and were gone.

"I didn't have anything to do, but I was in a perpetual state of sleep deficit during that phase of life, so I went down to the slip where our rental boat was. Our other two friends were there and were just getting up. They asked me where Show was, and I told them I just watched her sail away. I passed out in one of the open bunks and slept until noon.

"We boated back to East Point which is just south of Annapolis and there was a nice dock bar there. At nine PM, Show waltzed into the bar with Darya. They sat down at our table and the two of them were all over each other. Darya deliberately let me see that Show was covertly finger-banging her right there in the bar. Darya pointedly ignored me like I didn't even exist. It was oddly humiliating. I hadn't told either of the two guys what happened the night before, and they started busting on me asking what I'd done to turn Darya gay.

"Darya pulled away from a kiss with Show and said to my buddies, 'He fucked the shit out of me last night. He's a monster in bed and is an all-star at eating pussy. He's just not as good as Mary.' Then she went right back to making out."

"I got shot down by two women that night, but the guys didn't even bust on me for it. That's the kind of respect that Darya's comment got me. I had no takers for the evening, but both of my guy friends got lucky, so I got to hang out on deck in the cockpit of the rental boat by myself while they were below making the cabin smell like sex. I could see Darya's yacht from our slip. It was profoundly alienating.

"The next morning, Show sauntered back over to the rental boat an hour before we were scheduled to cast off to return the boat to the marina in Annapolis. Both of the other guys were beat, so Show told them to go below and get some rest and volunteered the two of us to drive the boat.

"While we were on the way to the marina, Show asked me what I told the guys about Darya. 'Nothing,' I replied. 'It is not any of their business and I don't kiss and tell.' Show was actually impressed by that.

She told me that Darya had been a regular hookup for her while she was a middie at the Naval Academy. She told me that Darya's cruise charter business was a front for escorting. She made quite a bit of money taking fabulously rich guys on cruises and fucking the shit out of them. I asked her if she paid Darya. Show denied that. She insisted they were just fuck buddies.

"Show said, 'I wanted a hookup with her on this leave, but she was tied up with Bridget. Bridget was a friend and politically connected, so Darya had no latitude.' Show then explained to me that Bridget came to Darya because she was bi-curious and wanted a girl-girl hookup. Darya herself had tried and failed several times over the week to seduce Bridget. The chemistry wasn't right for the two of them, but Darya thought that an assertive woman like Show could win her over. So, Show seduced Bridget as a favor to Darya.

"Show said, 'So, I traded with her. In exchange for seducing Bridget, Darya agreed to seduce you.'"

This admission made Sunny laugh. Olivia was amused, but kept her mouth shut.

"It was one of the most horrible moments of my life." I admitted. "My jaw just dropped all the way to the floor. Here I was thinking that I seduced her, but she'd seduced me and had done it so effortlessly, I couldn't even tell."

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Sunny.

"That's the kind of shit Sloan and the other Albas are trained to do," I observed. "Anyway, Show described it as a 'win-win-win'. She got to hook up with Bridget and be her first. I got to hook up with a world-class hooker for free. Show and Darya finished their weekend with a hook up between the two of them.'

"Then Show looked at me and said, 'Well, Happy Birthday. I hope you will remember this one forever. Darya usually charges her male clients around ten grand for what you got on Friday. I've always wondered if she's worth it. Is she?"

"She looked at me and waited for an answer. At that point I suddenly realized that her trade to get me a night with Darya was a tremendous birthday gift. Rather than feeling humiliated, I should express some gratitude. 'It was fucking amazing, Show,' I said. 'She may have fucking ruined oral sex for me. She was an absolute fucking artist.'

"Show started laughing her ass off and said, 'Well then, it serves you right, because you apparently ruined oral sex for her. She kept asking me to bring you in to do a threesome last night. No offense, partner, but I wasn't going to do that. When I finally got her into bed, she started asking for very specific things. She was basically telling me to do it like you did. What the fuck did you do to her?'"

Sunny was delighted. Olivia was just staring at me in amazement.

"I described my technique to Show: how I did it face down, how I copied Darya's own edging strategy, how I started to give her a near-zero stimulus orgasm and when she screamed, how I accidentally sucked her clit into my mouth and how it made Darya go crazy. 'Darya thought I did it all on purpose,' I confessed. 'I lacked the confidence to admit it was an accident.' Show started laughing so hard she couldn't breathe."

Both Sunny and Olivia started laughing too.

"Show eventually told me, 'My father always said he'd rather be lucky than good. You're living proof of that philosophy. You gave a seasoned escort with a body count in the hundreds the orgasm of her life by accident."

This brought the house down. I sat there more or less bewildered while the women laughed. I didn't really see it was that funny, but I did admit to myself that it was a good story.

"Why didn't you ever tell me that story, Will?" asked Olivia.

"I was never going to admit to you that my all time best blowjob was given to me by a ten-thousand dollar a night escort that Show traded for." I said. "At any time before we were married, that story probably would have been a deal breaker. You fucking hated Show."

Olivia immediately understood the impossibility of it and nodded.

"Remember the agreement we made where we admitted to each other our body count, but we weren't to give out any specifics? That was your idea, not mine. Under your terms, I told you what I had to."

Olivia nodded.

"Will, will you teach us how to give head like Darya?" Sunny asked.

"I won't," I replied. "You two have a thing going and that means we're done, Sunny. I thought I made that clear?"

Sunny gave me a wounded look, which I did my best to ignore.

"I wouldn't know how to teach it anyway," I admitted. "I don't actually know what she did. It was mostly about attitude, edging, and suppressed gag reflex."

Sunny wanted to lighten the mood, so she put a movie on in the salon TV. It was called A Million Ways To Die In The West, and was done by the guy who does the Family Guy show.

It was funny, but there was a running gag in the film where a man is courting a prostitute. The prostitute spent every day doing filthy act after filthy act with customers of a saloon. She made no attempt at all to hide it from her boyfriend. At the same time, she kept denying sex to her boyfriend on moral grounds because they aren't married. The guy was such a wimp he let it go.

There was something about this that reminded me of Olivia's mental gymnastics as she tried to explain cuckolding me. I got up and went to my cabin.

***

Chapter 20

When the front came through in the middle of the night, we got some waves, but it wasn't oppressive and the anchor held. It was clear by first light and the sea state on the Chesapeake wasn't too bad, so I made our run to the Solomon's and we were there by lunchtime.

It was closing weekend for the bar, so there was a live band and the place was pretty packed. I got us Mai Tais, but we couldn't find an open table. Both Sunny and Olivia got hit on right away, so they initiated PDA and made it clear to everyone they were together. We were hanging out in a corner, where there was a large crew of mid-thirties women having a 'ladies day out' event. Sunny struck up a conversation with them and the next thing I knew, we were invited to join them at their table.

Sunny and Olivia were seated at one end, and I was placed at the other, between two young mothers. One was married and the other was recently divorced. The married woman was named Kath and she was a talker. The other was named Shelby and she was very quiet. It didn't take me too long to figure out that Kath wanted me to make a run at Shelby in the worst way. Soon enough, Kath pulled the conversation around to relationship status. I admitted to Kath I was recently divorced. This kind of woke Shelby out of her stupor.

She asked me what happened. "Betrayal," I said. "My Ex had a series of affairs under my nose. When I caught her at it, she tried justifying it by saying she was trying to make our sex life more exciting. She wanted an open arrangement. I didn't,"

"You too?" asked Shelby. "My Ex told me he wanted an open marriage too."

We talked about her relationship failure for almost an hour. Her husband got involved with a woman from work and wanted to legitimize their affair by opening their marriage. Shelby refused and divorced him. She is now a single mom with a girl who is six. Professionally, she is a chiropractor.

I volunteered to go get us another round. Her friend, Kath said, "I'll go with you."

As we walked up to the bar, Kath was super excited, "That's the most Shelby's opened up since the divorce! I think she really likes you. Please don't hurt her."

"What would hurt her?" I asked. Kath said, "Don't force yourself on her, but at the same time, don't shoot her down. Just be there for her." I shrugged. I wasn't sure what to do.

When we came back to the table with a tray full of fresh Mai Tais, Shelby asked, "What's the deal with your friend who keeps staring at you?"

She pointed to Olivia.

"That's Olivia," I said. She's a coworker and kind of has a thing for me, but she's involved with Sunny, as you can see. Sunny and her both want the three of us to be a thing, together, but, I don't think that's for me. Worse, I'm the boss of our team."

"What is it you do?" she asked.

I suddenly realized the three of us hadn't worked out a cover. In those situations, the best thing is to say a little and stick to simple truths. "We do interventions," I said. "When there's a problem with a business that is out of control, and for political reasons, the folks working there can't fix it themselves, we're called in by senior management and we fix the problems."

"How do you do that?" she asked.

"Usually, we identify the malefactors and then terminate them. The folks we terminate are usually politically connected, or important and the senior leadership lacks the spine to do it themselves. We're outsiders, so there's no way we can get collateral damage."

"Is it lucrative?" she asked.

"It pays for the boat," I said.

"You have a boat?" she asked.

"Sure do. It's a forty-one foot cabin cruiser. What to see it?" I asked.

She looked at Kath and at the table and assessed whether she wanted to be separated from her friends. She suddenly turned back to me and smiled. She had a lovely, brilliant smile. "I would," she said.

***

When I brought her on board the Blue Escape, she was immediately entranced. "Wow! This is really nice!"

I said, "I'm going to open up the windows, why don't you have a look around."

She walked around. It was nice out in the afternoon, so I opened up the back door to the pilot house and set up the cockpit table for us.

When she came back, I was looking through the fridge.

"You're in that small cabin and your two friends are sharing the large one?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, standing up. "Are you hungry?" I asked. "I could use a sandwich to slow down that booze."

I made us both toasted ham and cheese sandwiches in the galley while she sat at the table in the cockpit and sipped on her Mai Tai. I plated her sandwich and passed it to her. She groaned as she ate it. "You can cook too," she said.

"It's just a sandwich," I said.

I sat at the table across from her and I said, "Shelby, it sounds like you've had a really tough go of it with your divorce and everything. Is there anything that I can do for you?"

It felt artless to me, but I want to let out a no-strings open offer in front of her and let her do with it as she would.

There was a long moment where she just stared at me. I could sense that she wanted to say something but couldn't bring herself to say it. I took a guess, leaned over and kissed her. That was what she wanted.

We kissed for a while. She was incredibly passionate and didn't break the kiss as I stood up and came around to her side of the table. I pulled her into my lap and her whole body trembled as I caressed her. After ten minutes or so, I put my hands under her dress and slid my hands into her panties. She groaned into my mouth and within thirty seconds, she was ready to orgasm. I could sense it and feel it in the tension in her body.

She broke the kiss, and said, "Please, let me take my dress off, I don't want to mess up my clothes."

"Let's go to my cabin," I suggested.

I walked her into my cabin and closed the door.

She suddenly panicked. "I'm not usually like this, but it has been over two years since I've had sex. I haven't been able to bring myself to it until you...." She tailed off.

She unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, catching it in her hands and carefully laying on the dresser. She was watching me closely for any sign of disgust or rejection.

She was wearing a white bra and panty set. Her panties were soaked, which I'd felt from when I was touching her.

She didn't have a stellar body, but she was quite fetching. She had really nice strong shoulders, tight muscular arms, small breasts, and a flat tummy. She had wide rounded hips that were quite shapely and thick thighs which were very muscular. Something about her palpable anxiety over her body reminded me of Laney from the beach immediately following my escape from Darden county. It had required quite a bit of bravery for Shelby to show me herself.

"Holy shit, Shelby!" I said. "You're damn sexy."

I practically attacked her, gently but persistently pushing her down onto my rack as I kissed her.

I lay beside her and turned her towards me. My hands went back into her panties and within moments I had her trembling and on the border of orgasm again. She pulled my hand out and asked, "Will you make me come by going down on me? I've wanted that for so long."

"You want something special?" I asked.

"Yes, Will," she said.

I slid her panties down and set them on the shelf next to the mattress. I then rolled her over onto her stomach and propped her pelvis up with pillows.

"What are you doing?" Shelby asked.

"Have you ever been eaten out from behind?" I asked.

"No," she replied.

"Trust me, you'll like it," I said.

I immediately started licking around her vulva and then I lightly went up and tickled her anus with my tongue. She groaned so loud, I almost laughed.

"Never had anyone do that before?" I asked.

"No!" she replied, so for the next ten minutes all I did was drive her wild by dancing my tongue lightly across her anus.

I then moved down to her vulva again, and it was obvious the poor thing wasn't going to get the full edging treatment because she was too close already.

I squeezed her hips with my hands, which split open her lips and I went gently but directly at her clitoris.

"OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod!" Shelby screamed out. Just as she was about to come, I withdrew my tongue and tickled her anus again. I did this a couple of times, but she was already on a trigger and I just couldn't ramp her up any more. The fourth time, I went in, I lightly tickled her clit, trying to give her the near-zero-stimulus orgasm.

She groaned so loud, I was certain the people on the boat at the far end of the marina could hear us. "Yesssssss!" She groaned. She'd gone past the point of no return, but the orgasm hadn't started yet, Her body suddenly went rigid. There was no mistaking this orgasm was going to be a doozie for her. I then sucked her clit into my mouth and Shelby instantly came so hard I was concerned for her life. She squirted all over me and my bunk.

I didn't let up, however. Instead I slid my finger up and pressed it against Shelby's anus, which was spasming with the strength of her ongoing orgasm. She came a second time, just as hard as the first. That's when she screamed, "Fuck!"

She came for another ten seconds or so. It was long and drawn out with massive spasms and contractions. I wriggled my finger against her anus and her whole body went rigid again and she had no breath or muscular control. She vibrated in time with my finger wiggles on her rosebud.

Then it became too much, and she slammed her legs closed. Due to the angles, this pushed my head out of her crotch rather than trapping me between her thighs.

She was finally able to take a huge breath and said, "OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod" again as she breathed it out. She was winded from not breathing and lay quiescent.

I gently rubbed her from her calves, over her ass, and up her back as she dozed and floated in La La land for the next few minutes.

When she regained her awareness, she realized the entire bed was soaked. "Did I pee on you." Shelby asked in horror.

"No," I said. "You squirted. With an orgasm that powerful, that's not unusual."

"I'm sorry, I soaked your mattress and sheets," she said.

"No worries," I said. "We're on a boat. Everything in here is designed to survive getting wet. It's the nature of the environment."

I want to do something for you, but I feel disgusting.

"I'll change the sheets. Why don't you take a shower?" I suggested. The shower was across the hall, so I handed her my robe and a towel.

She removed her bra and said, "You could join me?"

I laughed. "Would that I could. The shower is tiny, Shelby. I'll clean up when you're done."

She went into the head and started to shower. I pulled the sheets off and threw them into my laundry bag. I had another set of sheets, but the mattress was too wet. I took the wet mattress and moved it out of sight into the other aft cabin. I then took a mattress with sheets already on it back to my cabin and put it up.

After a few minutes, Shelby came back in wearing my robe. She had washed, but kept her hair dry. Her face looked radiant. She really had a beautiful smile. I told her so and she looked delighted, yet self-conscious.

"She sat on my mattress and pulled me down beside her. She screwed up her courage and said. "Will, that was utterly amazing. What you did for me was something I'd never felt before."

"An orgasm that strong?" I asked. "Squirting?"

"No... I'd never had anyone go down on me before."

I was taken aback. That was something I'd never ever considered.

"Never? Your Ex didn't do that for you?" I asked.

"No," she said. "He said he didn't do that."

"Did he get you off at all?" I asked.

"With his fingers, sometimes," she confessed.

"Jesus, your Ex was a total idiot. Look at what he was missing out on. You were so hot and so responsive, Shelby. That was incredible," I said.

Shelby was amazed and delighted that I said this. "I was?" she asked. "Is that unusual?"

"In my experience, not many women are as responsive as you are, and I've only had a couple orgasms in the power range of the ones you just had," I said.

Once again, she was in disbelief at what I told her. She screwed her courage up and said. "Look, Will. I want to do something for you, but I'm honestly not ready for intercourse."

I suspected this was coming. In the shower, she'd probably reflected and lost her nerve. "That's a big step," I said. "Taking it slow is probably a wise move."

"Can I do something for you, though? I don't want to leave you hanging."

I could see she had serious fear over what I would ask her to do.

"You can do something, if you really want, but I really don't need anything," I said. "If you're not feeling it, let what I did be my gift to you."

Shelby looked absurdly grateful and at the same time, she was disappointed with herself.

"The truth is, Will, I'm not very good at oral," she said. "I'm not good with my hands either."

"Then don't worry about having to do anything for me," I said, I paused and then said, "Well, there is one thing you could do for me."

***

I laid on the table in the salon in just my underpants. The table could raise and lower with an electric motor. We'd adjusted it to be at the correct height for Shelby. She turned me on my side, twisted my top shoulder away from the table, but put her weight on my upper leg to hold it in place and prevent me from rolling over on my back. She pulled the knee of my upper leg to my chest. She placed one hand on my shoulder and another hand on my lower back with her fingers right along my spine. She said, "Take in a deep breath, the slowly let it out. Try not to tense up."

She then rose up and applied pressure to the thigh of my upper leg pressing with her hand on my spine. She pressed in with her hand and there was a pop in my lower back and a crack which sounded like a chicken bone breaking. My lower back, which had been tight and sore for the last couple of weeks was suddenly loose again.

She lifted up off of me and asked, "How does that feel?"

"It feels loose and flexible again," I said.

"Make sure you ice it. You know, you've got all sorts of issues in your back. You really should come into the office for an appointment. We'll take an X-ray and do an actual work up and a plan to keep you healthy. You're young and there's still time to save your back, Will." She was confident, sincere, and caring. This was a very fetching side of Shelby.

"Where is your office?" I asked.

"Burtonsville, Maryland," she said. She saw from my reaction I didn't know the place. She said, "It is about halfway between Silver Spring and Columbia. Where do you live?"

"DC," I replied, deliberately keeping it vague.

"We're maybe forty-five minutes outside of DC," she said. "We're in the country. Maybe that's not too far for you?"

She retrieved a business card from her purse and laid it on the table. I caught her staring at my chest and abs, which made her blush. I suspected she was regretting losing her nerve, but I didn't push it.

"Shall we rejoin your friends?" I asked.

***

Shelby got dressed and carefully fixed her makeup back on to hide what happened from her friends, but her cause was hopeless. She had a radiant goofy smile plastered all over her face. What had happened was as clear as a lighthouse beacon.

I didn't have the heart to tell her.

When we got back to the Tiki bar, the ladies were pretty lubricated, but were winding it down. Most of them had only a glass of water before them and there were the ruins of several plates of appetizers. When they noticed us, Kath suddenly shot out of her seat and screamed out, "Oh my God!"

She came running over to Shelby, pulled her into an embrace and suddenly started jumping up and down while screaming in delight. The other ladies of their group soon followed and I ended up sitting at the table next to Sunny who had a wry grin on her face. Olivia was so hurt, she was about to cry.

"Did you just fuck that woman?" asked Sunny.

"No," I replied firmly. "I did not fuck her. I gave her a tour of the boat, we talked for a while, and then she gave me a chiropractic adjustment."

"Why would she do that?" she asked.

"She's a chiropractor," I said with finality. This shut up Sunny nicely and I congratulated myself with a smile.

That's when Kath suddenly blurted out, "Oh my God! He made you squirt!??" Kath suddenly slapped her own hand over her mouth, but it was too late. She said it so loud that most of the nearby tables heard it, and slapping herself in the mouth for blurting it out was all the confirmation anyone needed. Dozens of people at nearby tables started hooting with laughter. Sunny was laughing so hard that she was slapping the table. Olivia looked like she was going to cry and quickly went outside.

Sunny stood up and said, "Olivia! Stop!"

It was too late. Olivia was too far away to hear as the band had started another set at the other end of the pavilion.

"That's on you," I said.

***

When I returned to the boat after bidding Shelby and the group of ladies goodbye, I could see Sunny and Olivia in the salon from the dock. They were in a fervent discussion. I walked on the boat and as I opened the rear door, their discussion quickly stopped.

"You said you didn't fuck her, you fucking liar!" accused Olivia.

"Not that it is any of your damn business, Riley, but I didn't lie," I asserted. "I said I didn't fuck her and the truth is that I did not fuck her."

My use of her real name shut Olivia up quickly. Sunny. however, perked up. "Riley? Will, did you just call Olivia 'Riley'?"

Olivia, not wanting to discuss that, quickly asked, "Then why the hell did that blabbermouth friend of hers say that you made her squirt?"

"Kath said I made Shelby squirt, because I, in fact, did make Shelby squirt," I said. "I just didn't have to fuck her to do it. Not that it's any of your damn business."

"So you had sex, you just didn't fuck?" Sunny asked.

I sighed. "This isn't any of your damn business," I said a third time. Shelby is a divorcée who's struggled for the last two years to win her self-worth and self-respect back. Her loathsome Ex really did a number on her.

"Kath was trying to pressure her to make a move on me, so I took her to the boat to separate her from Kath. On the boat, we kissed and she asked me to go down on her, because her Ex never had. So, I went down on her. She hadn't had sex or even an orgasm in over two years. I gave her five minutes of oral and she squirted all over me.

"She got up to shower off and in the shower, she lost her nerve. She offered to help me do something, but I could see her heart wasn't in it, so that's it. That's all we did! God damn you two nosy bitches, it's none of your fucking business!"

I was screaming by the time I finished and I had lost control.

"What about the chiropractic adjustment?" asked Sunny. "Were you shitting us about that?"

My hands were literally shaking at that point.

"Are either of you drunk?" I asked.

They shook their heads. They were spooked by my anger.

"You two get the motors started, cast off, and plot a course back to the marina on the James River. Unless there's an emergency and you don't have any idea what to do, I don't want to hear from either of you for the next hour."

Sunny said, "Will, we've never done that before!"

"I showed you both how to handle this craft all weekend. Consider this your final exam. Between the two of you, I'm certain you can puzzle it out." I went below to shower and try to cool down.