Backdoor Man - Thanksgiving Break

Backdoor Man: Thanksgiving

The week went by quickly. Gabby and I passed each other on campus a few times and said hi or waved, but it was cordial and superficial. Vinnie was always around, so we didn't talk on any serious level, which quite frankly, was a good thing. The Italian beauty had certainly impacted me more now than the beginning of the semester, but we were both holding things in perspective, or that is what we told ourselves.

Heather was consumed with school work the entire week. She was going on vacation with her boyfriend for the Thanksgiving break and was submitting all of her work early. So, I had plenty of time for my studies. It was a welcome change from the fortunate rotation of my beautiful little blonde pixie lover and Italian goddess. So, I was not only caught up on my schoolwork, but ahead of all of it the weekend before Thanksgiving.

I was watching the Giants in my dorm room on Sunday when my mother called. I expected the call. Mom usually called on Sunday. What I didn't anticipate was one of her requests.

"Mark, I was speaking with Monica Jensen yesterday. We actually have coffee together most weeks. But yesterday, she couldn't stop raving about how much of a help you were in the summer. Anyway, she asked when you would be coming home and if you were available to help her set up for her party on Wednesday and then also with Christmas decorations after Thursday."

Monica knew that I was coming home Tuesday. We talked off and on all semester and we were on the phone for over an hour on Friday night. Although we had not spent any significant time together during the semester, we still kept in touch. If I had it my way, I would be going back every weekend to "help out" Mrs. Jensen, but she insisted that I enjoy the full college experience by not coming back home "like a puppy dog to visit some old broad." Additionally, Lisa was there to keep her company when her husband, Steve, was not there.

"Uhhhh, okay, mom, what did you tell her?"

"Well, you said you would be home Tuesday, so that is what I told her. It was just that you were a bit ambiguous with the time, so I told her I would check with you."

"Yeh, well, I have all my work done for next week, so I am going to submit it all tomorrow. Then, I am pretty sure I will be home Tuesday morning. So, I guess, I am free to help Mrs. Jensen any time after roughly ten in the morning."

"Oh, honey, that's perfect. She will be happy to hear that. I am pretty sure Steve is not arriving until Wednesday afternoon and Lisa has been less available to help since she took on more hours at the mall with Black Friday looming."

We talked a little more. Just the usual Thanksgiving stuff, meal time, who will attend, sleeping arrangements for guests, etc. etc. After our mutual "I love you" she hung up as my mind immediately dwelled upon the hot, beautiful and very married Monica Jensen, my cock straining against the cotton fabric of my sweat pants.

"That's not for me, is it?" a chuckling Jeff asked.

I was so caught up in my thoughts of Monica that I didn't even hear my roommate enter.

"Uhhhh, no, you're not really my type. I like brunettes and all, but your mustache kind of takes away from your allure," I responded, adjusting my cock so that at least the waist band of my underwear held it against my lower stomach.

"What the fuck are you doing here anyway?" I asked, surely certain that he would spend the three days before Thanksgiving at home, delivering pizzas.

"Houlihans called. They are understaffed, so I was given double shifts for the next three days. But, the best is that I will be serving on one shift and bartending on the other. Free drinks, my friend, as I am headed over right now to work the bar."

"I'll be over to watch the 4:00 game. See you in about an hour."

Jeff left and I immediately called Monica. She was happy to hear that I was available, acting quite proper and classy on the phone, as if someone was visiting. The conversation was quick, with her just providing a small overview of the needed chores on Tuesday and Wednesday. She also expressed interest in me working on Friday and Saturday which I quickly agreed to.

I was home early Tuesday morning. Mom, of course, made breakfast and informed me that I should be over at the Jensen's at nine. I changed clothes and headed for the door at quarter of.

"Mark, wait one minute hun, I am going with," my mom announced to my great disappointment.

"Ohhh, uhhh, okay, why, what's up?"

"I told Monica that I would help her with the shopping for her party. Plus, it is the only time we will have together for our weekly coffee gossip. You don't think your mother lives on bread alone, do you?" she asked, a smirk on her face as if she knew more than anyone thought.

We pulled into the Jensen's driveway at five to nine. Monica stood at the sliding glass door to meet us. She greeted mom with a hug and kiss on the cheek and then provided me with the same paste pudding greeting.

Even so, the sweet smell of her stirred my cock immediately. We had not touched each other in a few months, so the look of her, the feel of her, and her scent overwhelmed me. Monica insisted that I live a "normal" college life and forbade me from coming back every weekend to see her. Although I didn't entirely agree with her, who was I to argue with the sexy, older brunette who fucked me relentlessly all summer long?

"You need to live your life, Mark. You are going to college and I will not be responsible for depriving you of the many experiences that you can encounter. I am officially putting a freeze to our 'relationship' until the holidays."

Those were some final words she had in reference to our physical relationship. Monica had stayed true to her convictions, even when I called her begging to come see her. But, now, the feel of her soft lips on my cheek only hastened my excitement and with my mother standing there, my face was undoubtedly flushed.

My mother had always been protective of me and now she was standing there, unknowingly cock blocking me from my gorgeous older lover. A low sigh escaped my lungs. I was not accustomed to feeling so helpless, even with the 45 year old Monica. But, for the moment, I had to accept the situation.

Monica winked at me and then moved toward the house, pointing out the clean up needed around the outside "to make it presentable." As we followed her into the house, Monica recited directives. She double checked that I remembered that the extra tables and chairs were in storage over the garage and that she could help me with some of that when she returned. Then, as quickly as they could, the two of them were off in Monica's black Chevy Suburban intent on doing damage to Steve's credit card.

Monica returned three hours later with my mother by her side. She smiled wryly as she entered the house, sensing my frustration. The two of them surveyed the downstairs. My mother was first to speak.

"I don't know what you did with this young man this summer, Monica, but you certainly trained him well. Look at this place. It is immaculate. I can't even get him to clean his room properly."

I rolled my eyes as Monica replied.

"Come, come now, Cheryl, you brought up a polite, capable, and well mannered young man. The only thing I had to instruct him on was my preferences, but for the most part, he knows exactly what to do."

Her innuendo had my cock hard in my pants. I had to turn away from the ladies as the embarrassment of my excitement was something I did not feel comfortable sharing with my mother.

"Mark, I am going to run to the garden center and then drop off your mother. I should be back in about a half hour. Why don't you get the extra chairs from storage and I will help you with the tables." Monica's innocent tone belied her pleasure with the subtle manipulation and denial she was employing.

So, I begrudgingly went back to preparing the house for her party. My hardened cock did not abate as I moved around the house, remembering all the places I had taken my older lover. The kitchen counter was a reminder of her legs hanging over my shoulders, the palm of her hand on the back of my head as I lapped at her pussy, swallowing her delicious juices.

And there were other places, the kitchen table, the chaise lounge near the pool, the hot tub, etc. etc. etc. But, the most difficult piece of furniture to look at was the sectional. I daydreamed about the times her lithe, sexy body moved up and down, squeezing my cock as I suckled her pert nipples or kissed her sensitive neck. Or, when I had her muscled legs bent back, her ankles near her ears as I pistoned my cock deeper into her canal than any other man. Her cooing, moans, screams, and eventual orgasms of epic proportion flooded my mind. Damn, I really needed her.

Eventually, Monica returned with plants that she needed unloaded from the back of the SUV. She quickly instructed me as to where she wanted things planted and then moved inside, avoiding any intimate contact with me at all. It was almost as if she was deliberately avoiding me, making it known that she was off limits.

I had finally had enough. There was no way I was going to stand for this treatment any longer. Monica had been my lover all summer long and now she was acting like nothing had happened. I understood it with my mother present, but now, now that we were alone. No, I was not going to stand for that.

Monica's back was to me when I entered the kitchen. Moving swiftly to her, I gripped her hips, pulling her ass to my crotch, my hard cock pinned against her sculpted ass. She reacted with a soft moan, her eyes closed as her head fell back against my shoulder.

"I've taken as much as I can," I growled in her ear, the scent of her sex invading my senses.

Reaching under her skirt, my right hand was greeted by her sopping sex.

"It's been three months. You've teased me the entire morning and now I need to be deep inside of you," I stated, spinning her around and kissing her deeply.

Breaking from my lips, she replied simply, "It's about time."

I lifted her up, her legs straddled around my waist, ankles hooked behind my lower back. We tore into each other, assaulting the other's mouth with a mixed kissing and biting as I made my way to our favorite sectional.

I placed her down, taking a brief second to marvel at the beauty before me. But, the primal need in both of us was evident as she pulled my shirt over my head, me following suit on her and then releasing her bra. I sucked on her left nipple as my left hand pinched her right, the feel of her perfect nubs only agitated us both more.

Pulling off my pants, Monica did the same, bringing her panties with them. Again, I only paused a moment, too caught up in my need for her to truly embrace the totality of her beauty. Pulling her toward me, so she lay flat on the sectional, I aligned my thick shaft with her sweet entrance.

"UHHHHHHH," we moaned in unison as I pushed my cock into her. It had been a while, but she still took half of my hardened shaft with no issue. Pulling back out, the head of my cock the only part inside of her, I thrusted again, bottoming out inside my mature lover, knowing my shaft was where it belonged.

Our motion was second nature as we rhythmically moved together, savoring the feel of our bodies together. It had been too long and both of us realized it. Quite quickly, Monica was reaching her zenith which only encouraged me to grip her ass cheeks tighter and pound her deeper and harder.

"Fuck me, fuck me, give me that big cock. Yes, yes, you are the fucking best. I have missed this, lover. I have missed you so much. OH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK MEEEEEE!!!!!" she wailed, squeezing her legs around my hips as she came hard on my thick cock.

"Your fucking pussy is perfect. It was meant for my cock, gripping it, massaging it, being stretched by it" I bellowed, caught up in the frenzy of finally being deep inside my sensual older lover.

Having been deprived of her lithe, tight body, her gorgeous brown eyes, and that perfect pussy that gripped my cock just right, I was not long for the world.

I kept pumping inside of her, driving hard, increasing my pace as she came a second time, my pace never wavering.

"This is a perfect pussy. I belong in it. You know it. You want this thick cock. It was meant for your pussy. Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhh," I cried out as I came deep inside of my brunette goddess, filling her with a week's worth of pent up lust, knowing this is where I belonged.

Monica's legs were shaking, our bodies still convulsing as I collapsed on her, our chests heaving from exertion and passion. She was moaning and sobbing lightly as I panted, feeling our mixed juices flow out of her and onto the furniture.

As our breathing normalized, Monica began gently caressing the side of my head, my face still buried in the nape of her neck, relishing the feel of her body, a body meant to be in my arms, her smell, taste, and feel the best of all my lovers.

Pulling off of her to take in her countenance, she smiled at me, the remnants of tears in her eyes.

Questioningly, I looked at her as her smile broadened, squeezing more tears from her eyes. Caressing her cheek, feeling the moisture, I kissed her other cheek, gently, lovingly, as she giggled slightly.

"Are you okay?" I asked genuinely.

"I, I wasn't too harsh? Was I? I know I got carried away, I..."

Monica placed a finger on my lips, silencing me as I stared at her, watching her gather her thoughts.

She nodded, no words forming at first, her smile never fading, yet tears still slowly leaking down her cheeks. We remained locked to each other, staring, turning over the moment, grasping, embracing, and comprehending.

"It's just that, uhhhh, well, uhhhh, Mark," she looked to the left and then back to me. "It's just that, I, uhhhh, Mark, as much as I have tried, ummm, as much as I have rationalized, talked to myself, kept you at bay, I just can't get you out of my mind. Mark, there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you, think of your touch, think of the way you make me feel," she replied despondently, a sad resignation to an abyss.

I pulled her to me, hugging her tightly as she gently sobbed into my shoulder. Meanwhile, my cock was hardening. Although my older lover was upset, I was content, even satisfied. Monica had not said it, but I knew it. I knew that she loved me, not infatuated, not a dalliance, not a kink. No, Monica Jensen was in love with me and I was at peace with that.

Separating from Monica, we both smiled at each other, albeit her through dotted tears. I kissed her lips gently, just lips to lips, taking comfort in the familiar softness, the gentle touch of her essence, the need and passion smoldering behind.

I moved away and her eyes widened with a hint of disappointment. It truly amazed me that such a beautiful, sexy, intelligent, older woman could still be extremely insecure under her layers of societal propriety. Grinning, I slowly shook my head side to side, scooping her up in my arms.

Monica's arms grasped behind my head, her eyes sparkling in anticipation. I kissed her deeply as I carried her down the hallway to the bedroom I had spent the majority of my summer in. After laying her gently on the bed, I worked her brown, wool skirt down her toned legs, exposing the matching brown garter and hose. Lying there in her sexy lingerie, she was a vision of beauty, almost too precious to touch- ALMOST.

Reaching out, she grasped my forearms and I pulled me to her, pulling her white blouse up over her rich brunette locks. I quickly frowned, staring at her bra, knowing she had to wear it, but also demonstrating my dissatisfaction with it as I unhooked it. Monica let it slide off of her chest as I quickly kissed down her stomach. Her body was on fire. With each touch of my lips, she writhed, wiggled, and moaned.

Although I intended to enjoy her slowly, I had still not tasted her sweet honey in months and the smell of her dripping sex was teasing me mercilessly. She shuddered at my tongue's first touch on her taint, flattening, wasting no time in licking her puffy lips, embracing the sweetness of her pussy, basking in the juices of the greatest lover I had ever encountered. Her deep, dank taste was heavenly, just the antidote for my months of need and want.

"UHHHHH, yes! Uhhhhh, ohhhhh, mmmmm," Monica moaned as my tongue pressed against her hardened clit, circling, playing with her love button as she inhaled deeply, already panting heavily.

Her hands moved to the back of my head, holding me tightly as I lapped over and over, her legs shuddering after just a minute of attention. My intentions were to bring her along slowly, but Monica's needs were evident. Her inner thighs squeezed the sides of my head tightly as both hands on the back of my head firmly held me in place. She was riding my face. Her pussy was pulsing, her moans louder and louder until she shrieked in pleasure. Exploding on my face, her pussy squirted over and over, drenching me in her juices, something I had never seen her do in such force.

"AAHHHHHH FUUUUCCCKKKK!!!" she bellowed as she collapsed back, her chest heaving from the release, her head gently rocking back and forth in a euphoric high.

Dutifully, I lapped her inner thighs, drinking down her essence, content with satisfying my lover. Monica's pussy was still sensitive, so I avoided any direct contact, concentrating on the excess juices on her inner thighs. Like a cat cleaning one's self, I lapped away at her soft skin, each touch of my tongue reveling in the exquisiteness that was Monica. Once I had thoroughly cleaned her, I moved to her side, letting her roll into me as I cradled her lithe body tight to me.

"Mark, that was, WOW! I love your cock, but that is what I needed! Oh my god, you are so fucking talented. Thank you, thank you, thank you," she exclaimed as she kissed me deeply, the subtle wetness in her eyes evident again.

"Monica, your pussy is divine. There is nothing I like more than being between your legs, drinking your essence. I have thought about you and that perfect pussy constantly during our forced separation."

Yes, it was a slight jab at the mandate that my older lover had placed on me, and it was a moment of weakness for me where I was petulant and showing my disdain for the situation.

I immediately felt guilty for the comment. So, in an attempt to not see her reaction, I moved my mouth back to her essence, lapping once again from her taint to just below her clit, avoiding the ultra sensitive nub. Monica placed her hands on my shoulders in an attempt to first push me away and then to pull my face to hers.

Undaunted, I continued to gently lap her soft lips, enjoying her juices, greedily drinking them as her hips began to undulate, gaining a rhythm as she relented, her hands possessively fisting my hair, ensuring that my mouth remained working.

Again, Monica's inner thighs gripped the sides of my head as she rode my tongue to another strong orgasm. Although she did not squirt again, Monica's legs spasmed violently as she came extremely hard on my face again, the soft purr of a constant low moan accompanying her release.

Monica's legs relaxed on my head as her body fell back, inert. Gently, I continued to lap at her sweet essence, enjoying the taste I had missed for entirely too long. It was between her legs that I truly learned to worship a woman's sex. How could I not? She was simply divine and although I felt bad that her husband had hurt her so greatly, I also savored the fact that his actions pushed her to me.

Monica placed her hand on the back of my head, pulling me up to her, our foreheads touching, eyes riveted on each other. She was smiling, her eyes electric as we stared at each other. Her emotions were on full display without speaking and I decided to let her off the hook.

Placing my right hand on her left shoulder, I eased her down onto her back. Our eyes never left each other, both refusing to verbalize the intense feeling between us. Moving between her legs, my hard shaft rubbed up and back on her wet slit, invigorating my lover again.

"Put me inside of you. I want you to guide me in. Show me how much you want me," I directed, taking charge of the situation, letting my older lover follow her needs.

Monica fisted my cock, squeezing and stroking its thickness like it was the first time she encountered it. She lined up the thick head to her sweet tunnel, rubbing it a bit, ensuring there were considerable juices lubricating the rock hard shaft.

"What do you want, Mrs. Jensen? Huh? Tell me what you want," I goaded playfully, knowing exactly her desires.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to stick your thick cock inside of me and claim me. I want to cum on it over and over. I want you to own this pussy like you did this summer. Fuck me, Mark, fuck me like you always have," she replied in a raspy voice, her excitement overcoming her again.

"HMMMM, I'm sorry, Monica. I can't do that," I responded.

Her face dropped. A pall fell across her, disappointed to the point of almost being broken. I was playing head games, but I also wanted to impart upon her how frustrated I had been for the past three months.

I laughed, which probably was the wrong thing to do. Monica's face went from distraught to discerning to annoyed, approaching anger.

Quickly, I placed my hands on each of her arms, holding her firmly, looking directly at her.

"Monica, I love fucking you and will do that whenever you ask me to, except for this one time. Monica, right now, I am going to make love to you," I stated matter of factly as I pulled her to me, kissing her deeply. Our tongues meandered in each other's mouth, exploring, wrestling, searching, and sharing. It went on for minutes, a deep, soulful kiss, a kinetic dance that was the prelude to a powerful moment.

We broke our kiss, a look of bewilderment in her eyes as she hugged me. I gently pressed her back against the bed, moving my cock between her legs, rubbing it along her wet lips. My cock was drenched by her glistening slit, providing all the lubricant needed.

"Uuuuhhhhhmmmmmm, uhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," Monica groaned, treasuring my thick cock sliding into her needy pussy.

"Mark, uhhh, you, uhhh, I, uhh, I, I love the feeling of you deep inside of me. MMMM, you feel so good, so, so fucking good, mmmmmm," she fell back, accepting my slow thrusts, my cock enjoying every inch of her pussy, lavishing in her sweet essence.

My mouth moved down to hers, engaging in a sweet, impassioned kiss as we grasped each other, conveying our love with our mutual touching. The slow grinding into each other took on a measured pace while hands rediscovered the curves of the other's body, the melding of torsos, fitting together seamlessly.

Grasping my lover's hips, I thrust into her more firmly, the slapping of our bodies conveying the primal act. Monica eagerly received the thrusts, her eyes pleading for more.

Reaching behind her legs, grasping her calves, I slowly edged her legs up, slowly but surely bending her legs back, allowing my cock to stimulate both her g-spot and clit.

Monica gasped after five strokes in this position. The wide-eyed expression in her deep pools of brown revealed captivated pleasure. Her legs began to shake, so I placed my shoulders behind them, bending her back even more. For an older woman, she was remarkably limber and I was seizing upon that to enable her to feel a cock deeper inside her than she ever experienced. In this new position, the pressure of her legs against my upper torso increased dramatically. In a moment's time, her legs spasmed uncontrollably as she came hard on my thick tool, panting, shrieking, and crying out in pleasure.

Momentarily lifeless, my brunette lover's legs splayed out on either side of me as I pulled back, unpinning her coiled body. Monica was looking at me through half open eyes, head lolling slowly back and forth, drool slipping down her cheek as she slowly descended from her high.

She looked magnificent, my cock still lodged deep inside of her as her radiant smile began to envelop her face, a hint of trepidation in the fact that she realized I wasn't close to releasing my hot load inside of her inviting canal. No, there was going to be much more to follow.

Once she recovered, Monica separated our union, pushing me back, so I was sitting, legs splayed to my side. She didn't waste any time as she grasped my cock possessively. She mounted me, enveloping my entire cock as her ass cheeks settled on my thighs.

I remained lodged completely inside of her, deeply enthralled by the look of lust and possession in her deep brown eyes. Monica began grinding on my thick tool, never lifting more than an inch, but moving and squeezing her pussy walls. I kissed Monica's neck, the delicate muscles straining as my cock stretched her, knowing she was enjoying it from the moans and coos that escaped her mouth.

As I moved down her neck to the top of her chest, I finally took her nipple into my mouth, biting lightly as I sucked, eliciting a shudder from my older lover as my tongue flicked the nipple caught between my teeth, knowing she was experiencing levels of pleasure she hadn't since the summer.

"Your body is so fucking perfect, Monica. MMMM, every part of you tastes delicious," I uttered as she rode my cock and I feasted on her taut tits, enjoying the feel of her tight pussy, the sweet smell of her sex, and the undeniable fit of both our bodies as her grinding turned to a rhythmic riding of my hard shaft.

"MMMMMMMM, yes, ohhhhhhh, yeesssssss!!!!!!!! Aaahhhhhhhh!!!!!" Monica responded. Her continued riding of my cock propelled her orgasm. It was fascinating watching her as the rush swept over her. Even now, at this moment, I was amazed at how in tune our bodies were and the effect we had on each other.

Monica looked simply divine as she continued to ride me. Post orgasm, she continued on, eyes heavily lidded, mouth biting her bottom lip, and her hands cupping her very firm breasts. It was as if her high was continuous and never ending.

My hands remained on her hips, gently holding her as she mindlessly continued to ride me. As her pace slowed a bit, I lifted her off of me, a slight utter of disappointment escaped her lips.

Placing her gently down on her back again, her legs instinctively opened, inviting my rock hard cock. Naturally, I moved between her gorgeous legs, pushing my hard cock between her still needy lips, following with a steady rhythm of thrusts, loving, firm, and intoxicating.

Our lips met again, her legs wrapping around the small of my back as I slowly made love to the enchanting older woman underneath me. Our hands explored each other's bodies as we enjoyed the feel of our lovemaking, finally attaching ourselves to the magic of the summer, the seamless rhythm of our bodies, the knowing touch, the gentle comfort that had been missing for three months.

As my thrusts became harder, firmer, we wordlessly cajoled the other, working to our mutual orgasm. Finally, as Monica's legs shuddered, pulling me tighter to her, her arms wrapped around my shoulders as I grunted, moaning into her shoulder, we came together in mutual orgasm, sharing the moment, reveling in the shared pleasure provided for each lover.

I collapsed into Monica as her legs and arms remained wrapped around me, as if she were at sea, grasping onto floating debris so as to not sink into the dark abyss.

We panted into each other's bodies, our shared sweat, saliva, and hot sexual juices felt natural and right. Monica's grip on me did not abate. I squeezed her tighter to me, as if we were both attempting to crawl into the other.

"Mark, I have really missed you the last couple of months," Monica said wistfully.

"That makes two of us," I responded quickly, then taking pause, I followed, "Maybe, we need to re-evaluate things moving forward, but for now, let's enjoy our time."

"OH, SHIT!" Monica exclaimed, lurching up and looking at the clock radio on her nightstand. "What time is it?"

Her question was followed by the ring of the doorbell.

"The caterer, uhhhhhh, I've got to answer that," she stated in a panic.

I was already out of bed and pulling my pants back on, allowing Monica to get herself together. Having dressed, I made my way to the front door and answered it. There stood the caterer with two helpers, ready to unload the van.

"Hello, uhhh, Mrs. Jensen will be with you in a moment. I'm Mark. I am supposed to help you guys set up and assist any way you might need," I explained to the puzzled looking man.

"Okay, sure, hello Mark, I am Marco and I was supposed to meet Monica at four..."

"Yes, she told me, as she was out shopping with my mother and they ran a little late. Like I said, she should be with you in just a minute, but is there anything I can do to help you in the meanwhile?"

Just then, Monica appeared, looking radiantly elegant, completely devoid of any hint that we had been making love for the past two hours.

"Marco, sorry, my dear, I was held up a bit while shopping. I see you have met Mark. He is our groundskeeper and all around handyman. His father works for Steven and his mother is a dear friend. I guess she and I may have taken a bit long at lunch. Please forgive me for making you wait."

Marco was immediately enamored by Monica's presence. She tended to do that with most people as her natural beauty, graceful movements, and pleasant countenance usually made others immediately comfortable.

Monica glided throughout the house, pointing out exactly what she wanted and how it was to be executed. Marco nodded his head in understanding, asking a few clarifying questions, but for the most part, just taking notes, intent on pleasing Mrs. Jensen.

Marco's assistants, one brunette and one red headed twenty something hottie, helped me place the tables. Then we set up the decorations and sterno set ups that awaited the food to be delivered the next day. In an hour's time, all was set for the party.

It was getting dark, but I still had to plant the winter pansies in the pots as well as the ornamental kale in the flower beds near the house and pool. I called my mother and let her know I was still working and also had to go pick up a yard of mulch. After I got the mulch, I began planting.

Monica put some soup on the stove and was prepped for grilled cheese sandwiches. It only took me an hour and a half to plant and spread the mulch. So, I was done by 6:30, albeit now dirty and sweaty in the darkness of night.

Walking through the sliding glass door, I sat down on the bench to the left, took off my boots and looked up at Monica and smiled.

"Anything else you need, my lady?" I asked in a fake subservient nature.

"No, nothing else, well, as far as chores. Go get cleaned up. Shower, change, and come back out here. I have soup ready and sandwiches will be done as well. Do you want ham on your grilled cheese?"

"That would be great. Thank you," I replied as I made my way down the hall to the guest bathroom, a change of clothes left over from the summer waiting on the counter.

I finished my shower, changed and realized that my dirty clothes had already been gathered while in the shower. I moved out into the kitchen where Monica was ladling soup in a bowl and placing it on the plate that already held a grilled cheese sandwich.

"Go, make yourself comfortable on the sectional. I will bring the food to you. Beer?"

I replied positively to the beer and took a seat on the sectional, a fire already cranking in the fireplace. Monica placed the food on a TV tray and settled in next to me with a glass of wine in hand. I ate greedily as the classic tomato soup and grilled cheese hit the spot. I knew that Monica was not a domestic goddess, but she had a knack for finding the perfect solution for a variety of my hungers.

Monica cleared the tray with my empty plate, returning with another beer and a refilled wine. She again, nestled into me, cuddling with me as if it were a normalcy that had been perfected over many years of familiarity.

My left arm was looped around Monica, my left hand resting on her waist. As she snuggled in more, it allowed more mobility for my hand, which slipped under the waistband of her sweatpants. The warm feel of her mons, carefully manicured, but still a respectable bush acted as a magnet for my fingers, eventually arriving at her labial lips.

She was wet again and my two fingers swiped up her juicy goodness, gathering her sweet essence on them, bringing them immediately to my sweet lover's mouth so she could relish her sweet taste.

RING!!!! RING!!!!! RING!!!!!

The phone startled Monica. She popped up, cursing under her breath as we didn't bring it with us to the seating area. Although inconvenient, it didn't ruin the mood.

"Hello, Oh, hey hon, how are you? Yes, yes, he is actually still here. We set everything up today. Uhhhh, no. Yes, Okay, uhhh, yes everything is set, landscaping, tables, extra seating. Here, just talk to him, yourself," a mildly annoyed Monica stated as she handed me the phone.

"Oh, hi Mr. Jen, uhhhh, Steve, hello. Yes, yes. No, everything is ready. Yes, okay. No, no she has not been too overbearing. No, it is all good. She made me some soup and sandwiches. Yes, okay."

Steve continued asking about preparations. He asked me to double check the liquor supply, mixes, etc., as well as having enough glassware. Then, he pivoted. As was becoming a custom, I was going to pick him up at the airport.

"Where's Monica right now?"

"She's in the kitchen. No, no, she can't hear me."

I lied. Actually, Monica had pulled my sweatpants down and she was orally worshipping my cock, taking half of my thick cock inside her hot little mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, pulling back only to mine more precum from its tip.

"I am already in Newark, same hotel. So, pick me up at nine tomorrow morning, and of course, no mention of this to my wife. I know I can trust you, Mark. Us guys have to stick together, right?"

"Oh, sure, not a problem. Yes, okay, your flight comes in tomorrow morning. You want me to pick you up at nine. Yes, yes, of course, not a problem, Mr., uhhh, Steve," I responded, keeping the ironic charade up with my lover's husband.

"Okay, very nice, I will see you tomorrow then, Mark. Please put my wife back on,"

I tapped Monica on the top of the head and she pulled off of my cock, smiling widely as she held my thick rod possessively in her dainty hand. Taking the phone from me, she stood and simultaneously straddled me. As she brought the receiver to her mouth, she sank down on my cock, impaling herself completely, sighing into the phone as she did.

"Hi, honey, yes, yes, of course. No, I am paying him for his hours. No, no, don't worry. Yes, okay, I will see you around eleven or so then. Yes, okay, yes, I love you too, bye."

The phone couldn't set on the receiver quick enough as Monica began riding me hard and fast, slamming down on my thighs, my cock once again stretching her tight pussy, her moans announcing the pleasure she was feeling.

Monica was breathing heavily, panting, her head on my chest, kissing, sucking, moaning. She was very close, but continued kissing my body, suddenly taking my nipple into her mouth. It was electric, something I had not really encountered before. I shuddered as she sucked on my hardened little nub.

My older lover pulled off, momentarily taken from her own excitement by the revelation that my nipples were sensitive. She smiled cruelly, moving her mouth back to my left nipple while her left hand pinched my right nipple. I shuddered aloud as she manipulated my chest.

My balls were instantly energized as I groaned deeply, Monica still humping up and down on my thick shaft, pushing us both to another explosion. Monica moaned deeply and her mouth bit my nipple as her finger and forefinger on the other nipple squeezed and pinched. Her actions pushed me over the edge as we came hard together, her riding out her orgasm, juices pouring onto my thighs.

Resting for a few minutes, we hugged each other, my shrinking cock still lodged inside my sensual older lover, a woman who I once fantasized about but was now the consummate lover. For the umpteenth time, I felt consumed by the moment, by this woman, twenty years older, mature, sexy, sophisticated, and beautiful. She was on my cock, sharing intimacy with me. It was still so very hard to conceive, although it felt natural and pure.

Finally, I gently grasped her shoulders, taking in her beauty, kissing her gently and then guiding her off of me.

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I dropped Steven off at his house around eleven in the morning. He confirmed with me that I would take him to the airport on Friday and I concurred. I heard from my parents that the party was a hit. I was invited, but played the teenager card and went out with friends from high school. There was no way I could have maturely handled being around Monica with her husband around, acting boorish and the fool. Plus, just knowing that he was probably going to touch her later that night would have constantly haunted me if I was there.

Thanksgiving Day began early and I helped mom in the kitchen while dad caught up on some sleep. We had a total of sixteen at the house. Seeing my cousins and other family was always good and it helped me to allay my consternation over Steve being home. But, honestly, those two days away from Monica felt longer than the three months we had spent apart.

I drove Steve back to Newark Airport for his noon flight. After dropping him off at departures, I made a beeline for the Jensen residence only to be extremely disappointed. There had to be at least a half a dozen cars in the driveway including my mother's.

When I entered the living room, there must have been close to twenty women cackling away, sharing drinks and left overs. They had all been up since five AM, indulging in the Black Friday sales and now Monica had a house full of power shoppers who were having a grand time.

I waved to her and the others as she rolled her eyes. My only course of action was to get started on the Christmas decorations. It was going to take me at least two days anyway, so being cock blocked by all these women had a slight positive note.

I felt a tap on my shoulder as I was kneeling down to secure the lighted reindeer to an anchor in the ground. Turning my head, I spied the broad smile of my mother as she stood over me.

"Thank you for doing this for Monica. Steven isn't around much and even though I know she pays you, I can imagine there are a lot of other things you would rather be doing than putting up Christmas decorations for a woman who could be your mother."

"That's not a problem, mom. Mrs. Jensen is a very nice woman, she feeds me while I am here, and they pay well."

"Well, I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you helping out my friend," she said with a look of gratitude and something else that I could not discern.

"Do you think you will be home for dinner tonight?"

"Uhhhh, I'm not sure, but I will let you know. I think I might get together with Lisa. She said she will be done at the store around five or so."

"Okay, sounds good honey, I am headed home now, so just keep me in the loop."

"Will do, mom," I said, turning back to my four legged friends, ensuring that they did not blow over in the wind.

I had a lot of work to do as Monica Jensen did not skimp on Christmas. There were the reindeer, the lights on the house, and of course the lights on each of the trees that lined either side of her driveway. It was a long Black Friday for me and an even longer weekend.

All of the women had left by four, so I popped my head in the house. The place was actually clean and tidy as some visitors must have helped Monica clean before they left. Unfortunately, the beautiful brunette woman who lived here was nowhere to be found.

I moved down the hallway and heard the shower in the master bedroom ensuite. Wasting no time, I removed my clothes and entered the bathroom. Sliding the shower door open, I stepped inside, greeted by the sultry image of my older lover, hands in her hair, chest pushing out as she leaned back, washing the shampoo from her hair.

She was precious, sensual, and alluring. I took the naked image of Monica Jensen in, relishing the fact that she was mine. Her body, her lips, her tight pussy, all of it was mine.

Her head was tilted back and her eyes closed as I moved towards her, my lips first contact was on her pert right nipple. She shuddered and instinctively grabbed the back of my head, quite clear on my intentions.

"MMMMMMMM, yes, yes baby, just like that," she encouraged, soap still dripping down her body.

I continued to suck on her nipples, alternating between each breast as Monica rinsed her hair, pushing her taut breasts up to me. Abruptly, the water shut off, followed by my lover's arms wrapping around my head, hugging my face to her chest.

Standing straight up, my hands gripping her muscled ass cheeks, I pulled her crotch up to mine. Monica instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist.

We exited the shower, creating a watery path to her four poster bed. Her lithe body felt divine as she hugged me with all four limbs, hanging onto me as if she would fall into a pit of emptiness if she let go.

I placed her on the bed, smiling down at her as I peeled her arms from my neck. Next, I pulled her legs apart and kissed her throat, continuing down her torso with kisses until I was just above her moist slit.

Monica's legs were spread wide, her knees splayed open, willing my tongue to touch her soft lips. I blew gently on her glistening labia, a jolting shudder enveloped her. Then, the touch, my tongue extended out, rigid and thin, barely grazed the outer shell of her leaking peach.

Her hips flew up toward my mouth, my hands on her thighs stopping progress, pushing her back down firmly, holding her to the mattress, maintaining my control of her.

"If you're not behaved, I am going to have to restrain you," I intoned.

The look of desperation in the mature brunette's eyes was precious. Wordlessly, she begged for my mouth, desiring nothing more than to feel my tongue lapping fully on her slick petal, working her toward an orgasm like I had done so many times before.

Again, I leaned down, blowing on her moistness, using only the tip of my tongue to graze her labial lips, moving up and down, edging closer and closer to her clit, never quite reaching it, adding to her desperation and desire.

"You know, you were pretty cruel today, having all those women to the house, denying me, making me wait to enjoy you. Tell me. Did you do that on purpose?"

Monica looked away, her cheeks filling with red as she smiled demurely. Then, looking back, her eyes ablaze with excitement and lust.

"Yes," she responded nodding, "but I did it for both of us. I knew if I delayed us being together for a few hours, then it would be so much better. So, so, I, I, uhhhh, let it be known that after people were done shopping in the morning that there was plenty of food and drink to unwind with here at the house."

She smiled broadly, a look of satisfaction and ownership attached.

I got off of the bed, smiling, but moving quickly. Before she could respond I was out the door and retrieved my backpack. Monica had just begun to leave the bed to follow me when I re-entered, holding my hand up to stop her from moving anymore.

"Lie back down, relax. I think your idea of delaying was perfect. In fact, it would be appropriate for me to return the favor. Don't you think?" I questioned with a wry smile and a handful of rope.

Within moments, I had the beautiful body of Monica Jensen secured to her marital bed, spread eagle, an appendage secured to each corner of her four poster bed. The entire time I secured her, I made the effort to kiss and caress her body. By the time she was fully bound, she was already writhing in anticipation and want.

I began at her left ankle, kissing, sucking, licking. I made my way up her leg, taking my time, ensuring that I enjoyed every inch of her magnificent 45 year old body. For her part, Monica was embracing the attention, but her intermittent straining against the bindings spoke to her absolute need to have the attention placed on her pussy.

I explored her magnificent body, my tongue, licking, sucking, tasting, her body writhing under my slow and methodical progression. Finally, I settled above her pussy, kissing her pubic bone, sucking, licking, enjoying the dense smell of her sex wafting into my nose.

"UHHHHHH!!!!! Yes!!!!, Ohhhhhh!!" Monica bellowed as the underside of my tongue pressed against her clit, remaining there, pressing, creating a greater hunger for her orgasm. Unfortunately, there was nothing else, just the pressure: the pressure of my tongue, the pressure of her need, the pressure building deep inside her loins, needing release, needing satisfaction, needing to cum on her lover's mouth, fingers, cock.

I moved off of her sensitive nub and kissed the insides of her thighs, also simulating the licking of her sweet slit, but neglecting to dine there. Her hips gently humped the air as I continued to lap the insides of her legs, teasing, knowing exactly how desperate she was becoming.

"Please, Mark, please! I, I, I need you, I need your tongue, your cock, something, anything, please stop teasing me. Please, I need to feel you..."

"Okay," I replied matter of factly as I flattened my tongue on her taint, licking up to her clit.

"UUUUUHHHHHHH!!!! YES! YES! Thank you, uhhh, thank you!!!" she cried.

Monica was possessed, thrusting her hips to my lapping tongue, desperate for me to remain on her clit, bringing her to a zenith.

"Hey! Did I interrupt something here?" a familiar voice asked from the bedroom doorway.

As I pulled away from Monica's juicy and tasty pussy, her head jerked back and forth, protesting loudly with a "NOOOOO!!!!!"

Pulling up off the bed, I turned to embrace my best friend, Lisa, who stood there naked, aside from her panties. We hugged and then kissed deeply, the taste of her sapphic lover on my lips. She grasped my rock hard cock possessively as we kissed.

"MMMMM, you taste delicious, my friend, but I am used to that flavor. On the other hand, I have certainly missed this cock," she stated as she stared directly at the bound woman on the bed.

"You don't mind if I greet my best friend properly, do you Monica?" Lisa asked, a certain air of authority that I couldn't place my finger on, but nonetheless enjoyed.

Monica was dumbstruck, not able to speak as I watched a somewhat different dynamic between the two women. Lisa had moved into the Jensen's house to keep Monica company and give her a sense of security, but now it appeared that their relationship had a greater complexity to it than just the two having girl on girl fun.

"I, uhh, yes, I uhhh, but, but, Lisa, I..."

"What? How did you address me? Huh? I am confused. Have you forgotten yourself? All that work, all that time and now you address me with disrespect! Oh, my dear, you have made a grave mistake," Lisa replied, removing her panties as she approached the bound older woman.

"I, I, mmmrrr, mmmrrr, rrrrr." Monica's pleas were quieted with Lisa's panties.

"Quiet down, my pet. Let me greet my best friend properly and then we will make time for you a little later. Okay?" Lisa more ordered than asked as I watched the diminutive nineteen year old dictate to the older, mature woman.

"Now, where were we?" she asked, throwing her arms around my neck, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my lower back.

We kissed deeply. Lisa was the girl who took my virginity. And when I say, took, that is what it was. Lisa may have been a small young woman, but her will and desire was huge. She was very rarely denied what she desired.

Grasping her hips, I directed her up above my cock as she grasped my rigid staff again.

"You know. I have dated a few guys since you went to school, but your cock is still absolutely the best I have ever had. I am glad we are best friends. Now, fuck the shit out of me and put this cheating wife in her place," she spit out, smiling, winking, and nodding an assurance to me.

I moved Lisa down as she guided my cock in her soaked pussy. This gorgeous brunette had been all my firsts, my first fuck, my first deep throat, my first anal, and now, although I was unaware of it, my mentor on how to be a dominant.

"UHHHHH, FUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!! YESSSSSS!!!!!!" she cried as she sunk down the entire length of my thick pole, a familiar and comfortable place that she had been many times over the past three years.

Placing her down at the end of the bed, Lisa reached back, grabbing the insides of Monica's legs as I lifted her legs so her ankles were near my ears. Wasting no time, I pounded her hard and quickly, knowing exactly how Lisa wanted it.

It was difficult to recognize Monica's whimpers with Lisa's loud moans and the pounding of our flesh monopolizing the room. As I pistoned into my sexy friend, I looked up at Monica. Her face carried a combined look of longing, need, lust, and a strange contentment. The last of her look allayed my concerns, allowing me to focus on pounding the sweet, tight pussy gripping my cock.

"Yes, yes, that's it. Yes, you know how to fuck Mark. Yes, give me that big, fat cock. Yes, yes, OHHH!!! OHHHH!!!! OHHHHHHH!!!"

Lisa's pussy contracted on my thick pole, squeezing me to a mutual orgasm as we exploded together, my thick, milky cum mixing with her copious juices as I collapsed on top of her tight, little body, her legs squeezing me to her, holding me deep inside of her.

"Fuuuccckkkk, I am glad we have remained such good friends," Lisa said with a giggle and quick peck on my cheek.

She patted my ass as she gestured with her eyes up over her shoulder, indicating Monica and the fact that I should move off of her.

I pulled out and Lisa immediately placed her hand over her crotch in an attempt to hold our combined juices inside of her. Stepping back, the concern on my face was apparent. Lisa merely held a finger on her free hand up, indicating for me to just hold on for a moment. She realized I was worried about Monica, but I was truly unaware of the dynamic that had evolved since I was away.

I sat down in a wingback chair, watching the definitive movements of my best friend. Moving up the bed to Monica's right side, Lisa looked down at the bound woman, wiping a tear from her cheek and then following with a kiss.

"MMMMMM, that was a lot, wasn't it, my dear? But, you couldn't wait, could you? You had to fuck Mark without me present and you know that wasn't my instructions. Remember, my pet, I am not your husband. You have to be a good girl and listen to instruction. Do you understand?"

Monica was now nodding her head in the affirmative as Lisa reached, removing the panties from her mouth. Before Monica could say a word, Lisa placed a single finger over her mouth, quieting the bound, older woman.

"No need to speak, my love, not while I have the perfect present for you," the young Alpha stated as she straddled her older lover's head, slowly lowering her cum filled pussy down to Monica's needy, gasping mouth.

"There you go, just clean up the mess. MMMMMM, yes, good girl, use that talented tongue. Pleasure me like you know you desire, good girl, good, good girl," Lisa directed, then turning to me and pointing to the door, indicating with her mouth that I should leave for a while.

I nodded, leaving to gather my sweats and shirt. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a beer and settled in on the sectional, popping on the television and settling into watching HONKYTONK MAN on HBO.

I sat in the living room for quite a while. I called my mother, letting her know that I was with Lisa and that I would probably crash at the Jensen's as we were drinking. She thanked me for the call and I went back to the television. STILL OF NIGHT was on when Lisa finally appeared, grabbing a glass of wine and then settling in next to me.

I looked at her questioningly as she nestled into me with a bemused smile, eyes glistening, extremely proud of herself.

"A lot has taken place the past three months, Mark. There is a great deal that I need to fill you in on, but we can wait until Monica comes back out. She is putting herself together right now," she stated with a mischievous grin.

"Uhhh, okay, but I thought I heard, uhhh, well it sounded like someone was getting spanked. Lisa, what the hell is going on here?"

She patted me on the thigh, smiling, "Just wait until Monica comes out and then we can explain it all to you," she reassured.

Monica padded out in a short bathrobe, looking intently toward us on the couch, waiting for direction.

"Grab yourself a glass of wine, my dear and then take your place. Mark needs to be filled in on the events of the past three months."

"Yes, Miss Lisa," my older brunette lover replied.

My eyes popped open in surprise. Although I sensed that Lisa was the more dominant sapphic lover and I was well aware that Lisa and Monica were enjoying each other, I was not cognizant of the roles each woman had assumed.

This new dynamic was partly due to the edict that my older lover declared before I left for school which was that I was going to "enjoy myself in college and not be tied down to an old woman." Monica, even though she was a mature and accomplished woman, had lost her way. And with me going to school, there was an even greater chasm created in the affectionate and needy woman.

The new roles were also just a byproduct of Lisa's dominant personality that not only directed the path of their relationship, but also unintentionally revealed the latent submissive tendencies inside the classy, erudite, older woman.

Monica grabbed her glass of wine and then moved toward the sectional. She knelt down on the floor to the left of Lisa, leaning against her leg as Lisa placed her hand on Monica's head, stroking her hair lovingly.

"So, obviously, things have changed a bit since you left. We were going to tell you sooner, but Monica did not want to bother you with any potential drama. She was and still is adamant that you enjoy yourself in college and I agree. You are a good person, always putting others before yourself and I agree that you should take time for yourself."

"Yes, okay, thanks, but..."

Lisa held up her hand, checking me, wanting to state more.

"Monica needed the gap to be filled and you knew and encouraged us to become lovers. Look at her, Mark. She is absolutely stunning. We just didn't know how submissive Monica actually was. But, we both care about you and have discussed how guilty we feel that our feelings and relationship have grown so intense. But, "

"Okay, okay, stop right there!" I demanded, narrowing my eyes, commanding that Lisa back down.

"Point blank, I love you both. Aside from my immediate family, you are the two most important people to me. I am nothing but happy that you two have grown closer and whatever that means to me as well as the two of you, I will guarantee that you both remain integral people in my life. So, the whole guilt thing or excuses or anything like that. Save it. It's obvious that, for now, your relationship is open. If that changes, then just let me know, but until then, we will maintain our sexual relationships. Okay?"

Monica jumped up, spilling her wine, and jumped in my arms, my right arm clutching her as my left arm pulled Lisa into me, both women kissing me and then each other as we held each other tightly.

"Thank you, thank you Mark, thank you Lisa, uhhh Miss Lisa, you have filled me more than you can imagine," Monica declared, crocodile tears of joy dripping down her cheeks.

We kissed deeply again and then Lisa and I did the same. Lisa possessively kissed Monica, breaking the kiss and placing her forehead on hers.

"You are absolutely incredible Monica. But, what are we going to do with you? You not only spilled your wine, but you did not address me properly for a second time. You know what that means."

"Yes, Miss Lisa," Monica responded, not able to hide her beaming smile as she dropped her head and headed to the bedroom.

Monica padded back into the living room, kneeling directly in front of Lisa, head bowed, paddle in both hands, reaching out as an offering.

"Over the ottoman would be best, my love, as I want Mark to watch how extremely excited you become when you are disciplined."

"Yes, Miss Lisa," Monica waited until Lisa accepted the paddle and then tucked herself up against the ottoman in a perfect "L" as she perched herself on her elbows, her knees shoulder length apart.

Lisa stood to the right side of her mature lover, smiling at me, the glint of excitement evident as she reared back, landing the leather paddle flat across Monica's shapely ass cheeks. A mere yelp is all that escaped the submissive woman's mouth as she absorbed the blow.

"Only nineteen more, my dear, try not to stain the upholstery," she advised with a laugh.

On the tenth swat, Monica's tears were evident. But, the heaving of her chest, shaking of her legs, and flushed look on her face spoke to the greater impact the blows were having on her. She was working quite quickly to an orgasm. Lisa warned her about cumming without permission, but it was all for naught.

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing, but there was no doubt that it was exciting. Lisa looked over once to gauge my reactions, but only chuckled when she saw my hard cock bobbing back and forth as I watched our older lover being paddled by my best friend.

On the fifteenth blow, Monica screamed aloud, her pussy gushing from the orgasm that overtook her. The final five blows were almost inconsequential, except that they did appear to prolong her orgasm until the blows were finished.

Lisa also showed the signs of nearing an orgasm as her flushed face, reddened chest, and heaving breath indicated that she was worked up. As soon as Monica had recovered a bit, Lisa, who had sat back down and cuddled next to me, stroking my cock, instructed her sapphic lover to be properly attired.

As Monica exited the room, Lisa straddled my thick pole, cumming hard on me after five strokes, allowing her to then focus and engage in a proper fucking.

Monica meekly entered the living room, briefly taken aback by Lisa riding my cock. I didn't see their interaction, but noticed Lisa momentarily narrowing her eyes. Then, Monica appeared kneeling in front of us, head bowed, yet she was peaking up to see her two lovers enjoying each other in the most basic fashion.

It was quite difficult for me to sustain myself. I had witnessed the submission of my fantasy lover to the woman who took my virginity. And now, our older lover was dutifully kneeling on her living room floor as we fucked on her sectional. It was surreal, but more so, it was one of the more exciting sexual moments of my life. Consequentially, after about three minutes of Lisa enthusiastically riding me, I groaned loudly, gripping Lisa's hips as I shot my white hot cum deep inside her ever tight pussy.

"Yes, ahhhh, yes, baby, mmmmm, yes, you are the best, Mark, ahhhhh, fuck, yessss," she cried as my best friend joined in our mutual orgasm.

"MMMMMM, yes, fill me up, give me that cum, fill my pussy with your cum. Yes, yes, ohhh, fuck, Mark, yessssss..."

We fell into a mutual hug, cherishing the familiar touch, the connection, the unspoken love and dedication. All the while, Monica knelt before her dominant lover, waiting patiently for instruction.

Lisa pulled away, lifting off of my semi-hard cock, a pop indicating the separation. Turning around, she slid between my legs, sitting back into my chest as she spread her legs, placing them over mine.

"You may worship," she directed.

"Yes, Miss," a humbled Monica replied, moving between her dominant lover's legs.

Lisa inhaled deeply, stretching back into my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck as Monica's lips lapped at her labia. My young Domme friend closed her eyes, enjoying the soft caress of the older woman's lips, cleaning our mixed juices, drinking down our lust as Monica nourished her own.

The brunette submissive continued lapping at Lisa's essence as Lisa leaned back, kissing me deeply. I occupied my hands by playing with her pert tits, my cock beginning to harden again from witnessing the scene before me.

"Good girl, that will be enough for now," Lisa stated, relaxing in my arms while she teased me by rubbing the small of her back on my now stiff shaft.

Pulling up on the leash, Lisa guided Monica to a straight up kneeling position. She turned to me, whispering in my ear and then giggling. After, she stood, guiding her submissive lover, my fantasy woman over to the ottoman, commanding her to lie down on her back with her head close to hanging off of one end.

"Now, my dear, I have taught you to deep throat and you have done well with our lover's big cock, but now you will have your throat fucked. Since you came without permission, Mark's magnificent cock will not be pleasuring your pussy tonight, but you do have other holes."

Lisa moved to the kitchen, refreshing her wine and grabbing me another beer. Meanwhile, I moved to the end of the ottoman and placed my cock on Monica's forehead. She looked at me, content with a placid look of submission on her face. She was in subspace, no longer the lover I knew, but instead, the submissive slut of my best friend and her sapphic lover.

Slapping her cheeks with my cock prompted her to open her mouth. Lisa had instructed me to take no pity on our older toy and that she truly desired to be used. Lisa had explained to me that she was too embarrassed to ever ask for such treatment, her upbringing, social standing, and Catholic background dictated that her desires were unacceptable. Lisa first unknowingly and then purposely drew those desires out slowly, pulling more and more out of her with each new encounter until the Domme/sub dynamic had been solidified.

I placed my cock on her lips and she willingly opened. Slowly, my cock slid in, filling her mouth and then pushing on her throat. I pulled back out, letting her saliva coat my shaft before pushing back in, breaching her throat and continuing my progress. After two more strokes, I was fully embedded in her throat.

Monica's eyes were wide, desperately trying to control herself, breathing through her nose, taking the entirety of my cock. I paused, still concerned about the woman, still protective, still nurturing.

"Just fuck her face already," Lisa stated matter of factly.

I quickly complied, pulling my cock out and then shoving it back down her throat, over and over and over again. Monica's eyes watered, spit seeped from her lips as I gripped the sides of her head, fisting her hair as I began thrusting harder.

Monica's whimpering did not deter me as the look in her eyes demonstrated her contentment with the situation. Suddenly, one hand was on my left nipple as Lisa's mouth found my right, spurring me to groan, pushing me over the edge almost immediately.

With my cock fully lodged inside of my older lover's throat, my thrusts were minimal as my cock pumped shot after shot directly down Monica's sweet throat. Her grunts and moans only spurred me on as spurt after spurt of white cream coated her throat until I was drained.

I immediately pulled my semi-hard cock from her mouth, suddenly worried about her little throat filled with my thickness. Lisa laughed at my actions, commenting that it was a little late for concern "for the slut's throat."

Handing me my beer, Lisa immediately took control and attended to Monica, caressing her cheek, kissing her face, lips, and breasts while complimenting her on being such a compliant and good girl. I could actually see the pride she displayed for her submissive, and the love she had for Monica was clear as well.

Lisa cleaned Monica up with a warm cloth, ensuring that she kissed and caressed her body, showing her proper aftercare. She then instructed her submissive lover to refill the wines and to join us both on the couch. We spent time cuddling, caressing, and kissing each other, enjoying the unspoken love that permeated the core of our shared relationships.

I was lucky enough to sleep in the middle of these two lovely women, only waking at seven in the morning to the moans of Lisa as Monica licked her awake. My morning wood stayed engaged as I witnessed what I later learned was a morning ritual. When Lisa finally came hard on Monica's face, she dropped back panting, closing her eyes and muttering, "Now, take care of Mark."

After my morning blowjob, we all entered the walk-in shower and washed each other. I, unfortunately, had a lot more work to do, so I got to it after a quick breakfast of coffee, fruit and Eggos. All I know is that Monica had a few more welts on her ass when I returned for lunch. I also noticed the jewel of an anal plug between her ass cheeks. Other than her collar, Monica wore nothing else.

I finished working around five o'clock and walked into the kitchen. Lisa was ready for my cock, but I begged off, explaining that I had to go home and eat dinner. My mother was glad I was working, but she would not understand me not being home two nights in a row for dinner.

I had about three hours left of work to complete at the Jensen's. I arrived at around 8 and was done by 10:30. When I entered the kitchen for some food, I spied Lisa on the couch channel surfing, her submissive kneeling on the ground in front of her, intently licking her dominant's pussy.

"Are you finally done with the work?" Lisa casually asked as if she was sitting in a cafe instead in the house of the woman who was lapping at her essence.

"UHHH, yes, now I have to get back to school," I responded matter of factly.

"Oh, well, then I guess you don't want to cum one more time?"

"Well, I never said that, did I?" I retorted, wondering what she had in mind.

Monica paused a moment which prompted Lisa to fist her hair, pushing her face back to its assignment. The aggressive young woman warned her sapphic submissive that she may be denied an orgasm if she continued her disrespectful conduct.

"Sorry, Miss Lisa," Monica responded, returning to the pussy that commanded her.

Fisting her hair, Lisa pulled Monica's head up, staring directly at her lover.

"Do you want to be fucked in the ass or the pussy, my dear?"

"Ohhh, the pussy please, Miss Lisa, please,"

"Not a problem, my dear. The ass is free, but the pussy will cost you."

"Anything, Miss, anything, please let me feel his cock in my pussy," she implored.

"Then, you accept a paddling, my dear?"

"Uhhh, yes, ummm, yes, Miss Lisa, yes,"

"Okay, then, Mark, you will administer the paddling," she stated, holding the paddle out to me.

"Uhhhh, no, uhhh, that's okay, but nah, Lisa, come on," I protested.

"Okay, then the ass it is, sorry, Monica, but I guess Mark isn't concerned about you," she goaded.

Monica looked at me, mouthing the word "Please" as she pouted, knowing that she was not going to feel my cock in her sweet pussy.

"Okay, fine!" I bellowed, annoyed and already feeling guilty for having to strike my beautiful older lover. It was not something I was comfortable with as I considered myself Monica's protector, her knight in shining armor if you must. Although it may be corny, it is how I felt, but again, like so many times before in my life, Lisa was pushing and educating me. This was to be another lesson.

As Monica positioned herself on the ottoman, Lisa came up and whispered encouragement and instruction to me. Then, she bent down, whispering to Monica as she pushed hair away from her face. Lastly, she pulled the plug out of her ass and then moved to sit on the couch.

My first three strikes did not count. Lisa was not satisfied with my effort, but I didn't have the heart to strike Monica with any ferocity.

It was not until Monica turned her head and told me to "strike her like the man she thought I was" that I placed significant force behind my blows. After the fifth blow, she was writhing and from strike fifteen to twenty she moaned in a continuous orgasm, panting, crying, moaning and humping the ottoman beneath her.

Lisa bent down in front of Monica, kissing her deeply, caressing her cheek, soothing her sobs. Just the nod of her head let me know to take Monica as she was. I slid my cock into her hot tunnel, her muscles gripping my throbbing cock. Again, the new experiences had me overstimulated and it did not take too long until I came deep inside of my older lover. Monica shuddered as I filled her, moaning aloud and then forcing her face into the cushion of the ottoman, finishing with a muffled scream of passion.

I fell on top of Monica, kissing her shoulder blades, hugging her sides, and whispering my affections for her. Lisa came over to us, creating a group hug, kissing me deeply and then Monica. She indicated that she was going to spend some more time with Monica on the ottoman and although I felt awkward, I had to get back to school.

I said my goodbyes again, hugging and kissing my two sexy lovers. We agreed to make more time for each other moving forward and then I was off, leaving the two women on the couch, caressing, kissing, and exploring.

To say my drive back to school was different was an understatement. What I had envisioned before coming home for the holidays was a far cry from what I had encountered. I wasn't upset or even uptight about any of it, but I was uncertain. I certainly did not know where things were headed back home, but I was as equally perplexed with my feelings concerning Gabby, and then of course there was always Heather to consider as well.

Regardless of what may lie ahead, I was not complaining about my Thanksgiving break. It was not only quite satisfying, but also tremendously revealing.