Private Pleasures

Chapter Two

She actually felt a popping sensation within her body. Her head began to clear, and there was the distinct feeling of arms about her. Strong arms, and a very hard body. Nervously Nora opened her eyes and looked up into a pair of leaf green eyes laughing down at her. "Kyle?" she whispered. God! He was even better looking close-up. She closed her eyes again. This was not happening.

"Yes, Nora, darling, it's me," the rough-edged deep voice assured her, and she felt the kiss he pressed to the top of her head.

Nora's eyes flew open again. It was happening. It really was happening!

"I'm glad you finally got up enough courage to come over, Red Rover," he teased gently. Then taking her hand, he drew her over to a mirror, understanding exactly what her next thoughts were going to be.

Nora gasped softly. She stared hard at her image in the polished glass. She looked about thirty! Her hair was bright again, a long and luxurious mop of red gold curls that tumbled with reckless abandon over her shoulders. There wasn't a dimple of cellulite to be seen on her milky thighs or rounded knees. And she was wearing the most deliciously scanty garment, what little there was of it.

"Oh, my," Nora breathed, admiring herself in the very short black silk robe that was covering what appeared to be a voluptuously ripe and lush body.

Fascinated, she watched as standing behind her, he reached out to pull the sash of the garment open. Sliding his big hands around her torso, he displayed two perfectly firm breasts to her view. "These are very nice," he admired, fondling her gently. "Very, very nice, Nora." His hands were warm. His touch was wonderfully sensual.

"Ummm," Nora murmured. She closed her eyes, reveling in the pleasure his hands were giving her. She could feel the moisture already forming between her nether lips. She pressed herself back against the hard body, grinding her buttocks slowly into his groin. All her fears were gone. This man, or whatever he was, had no intention of harming her. She sensed it. He wanted only to please her. This was a fantasy, and she was in charge. Suddenly all her inhibitions drained away. Nora Buckley was entitled to something of her own even if it was only in her imagination.

According to Kyle she could demand all those tantalizing things she had always wanted to try. Things Jeff wouldn't even consider doing with her because he thought that wives should just lie still and get fucked by their husbands. He was probably doing those things with his girlfriend, the bastard! He always said if she obtained no pleasure in their lovemaking, it was her fault, not his. But how did you gain pleasure from being slammed on your back, screwed quickly, and then told to shower before you slept? There had never been any foreplay, and it was always done in the dark.

Well, damnit, it hadn't been her fault. It had been his, and she had always known it. He used her to relieve his lust, and nothing more. In the beginning she hadn't understood that, being a virgin, and not particularly well-informed. But she had heard her friends talking, and it had encouraged her to read more about sex. Once in an effort to spice up his performance she had suggested he spank her, and she put her fingers in her mouth and told him that she had been a very bad girl. Jeff had recoiled, and angrily demanded to know where she had gotten such a perverted idea. After that, she didn't dare suggest he use his tongue on her. She had read the tongue was a terrific and sensual organ. Her husband had never even French-kissed her.

Nora opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror again. She turned slowly to admire herself. Wow! What a body she had imagined. It was perfect. She hadn't looked that good since she was twenty. Hell, she had never looked this good. She turned around herself in his arms so they were facing one another, her hands fastened onto the towel wrapped about his lean loins. She pulled it away. "Turnabout is fair play," she told him softly.

"You just want to see my dick, you naughty creature," he answered with a wicked grin. Then he stepped back so she might get the full view.

Nora's pulse raced as she stared at his male member. She was certain that Jeff's penis was a normal size. Kyle's, however, was very definitely supersized. Even in its current quiet state it was very long, and thick. Reaching out, she took him in her hand. Her fingers wandered slowly, teasingly, down the length of him. Almost immediately she felt him begin to harden. Her hand slipped beneath him, cupping the sac containing his balls in her palm. He was, to use an old expression, heavy hung. "Very nice." She smiled up at him. "Very, very nice."

He chuckled, and the sound was rich. It warmed her all over. "We're going to have fun, Red Rover, aren't we?" he said.

She nodded slowly. "Yep," she agreed. "We're going to have lots of fun, Kyle. I still don't know how all this is possible, but I think for now I'll stop trying to figure it all out. I don't really care anymore." She gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

"Good girl!" he approved. Then he took the hand playing with him and said, "Come on, Nora. We're both anxious for that first fuck, aren't we? And just look what that wicked little hand of yours has done."

She gazed down, and her mouth made a small O of surprise. His penis was swollen, the tip of it almost ruby red in color now. Supersized didn't even begin to describe it now. She had never imagined a male organ that big. But she must have if he was standing there with it practically waving at her.

She followed him across the living room, as he opened a pair of double doors into a spacious, luxuriously furnished bedroom. The same city skyline view she had seen through the living room windows was available through the bedroom windows. And similar French doors opened out onto a large planted terrace. A Kwanzan cherry tree in full pink bloom pressed its branches against a corner of the doors. But she had no time to really inspect her new surroundings because he was pushing her back onto a bed covered with black satin sheets.

"Open wide for Papa," he said, kissing her. The mouth exploring hers was hungry and wet. Next it pressed slowly on her eyelids, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, as his big hands held her head between them. "You are so sweet," he murmured low. "So very, very sweet!"

I am in paradise, Nora thought as his gentle passion began to claim her. She felt him nudge her thighs apart with a knee. She spread herself without argument. He filled her with one smooth thrust. "Oh, God!" Nora moaned, but after just a few hard strokes of that thick, long penis she came, her juices mixing with his as he exploded inside her. "Oh, Kyle! That was so good," she exclaimed, sighing gustily. His weight on her felt wonderful. Suddenly she realized that he hadn't withdrawn his penis from her vagina. She could actually feel it throbbing and very hot within her. She looked at him questioningly.

"I told you the first time it would be fast because we both needed it," he reminded her, "but the second time is gonna be real slow. I'm going to make you scream, Nora. I'm a man of my word." Still buried within her he drew her up slightly and, leaning forward, began to lick at the nipples of her breasts. His mouth closed over one nipple, and he sucked hard on it.

"Do it to me again!" she hissed at him.

"Not yet," he said, releasing the nipple, and looking into her eyes. "I'm going to teach you that it doesn't have to be fast. That you don't have to grab at your satisfaction, Nora. It will be there for you whenever you want it." His lips moved to the other nipple.

The tug of his mouth on her flesh was maddening. The sensation of his thick cock filling her but not yet fully pleasuring her was beginning to anger her. "Do it to me!" she insisted. She wiggled slightly against him, pressing down. "Do it to me now!" She was being wanton. She had always wanted to be wanton. Just as she had always liked sex, but hadn't been allowed to have enough of it in the years she had been married to Jeff. But no more! This was her fantasy, and Nora Buckley was going to get everything she had always wanted. Wouldn't her friends be surprised if they knew that their nice friend was a sex-starved wanton. She laughed aloud. "Do it, Kyle!" she commanded him. "Now! I want to be fucked hard, and mindless. You can do it! You can!"

He bit her nipple sharply, and then a slow smile lit his features. "At my lady's service," he told her.

"Yes!" Nora cried. "Isn't that what you're here for, Kyle? To service me in any way I want it, and any time I want it?" She felt the thrill of control race through her.

"That's exactly what I'm here for, Nora," he acquiesced, laying her back down again, kissing her fiercely.

Sex! Pure raw sex without any entanglements. Without guilt. Sex with a man whose sole aim was to please her. To make her feel good. Love had absolutely nothing to do with it. Nor did duty, or whatever else anyone expected of her. For the first time in her life Nora felt the taste of freedom. Spread shamelessly on black satin sheets. A handsome man with a very large and very talented cock plunging in and out of her. And it was wonderful!

His mouth demanded her full attention as it worked its way across her face, her throat, and her lips again. His penis was driving her into a frenzy of pleasure such as she had never, ever known in all of her life. Why couldn't it have been this way with Jeff? she thought briefly. Jeff, whom she had once loved, but was startled to realize she no longer loved. Other husbands and wives remained lovers. Why hadn't they? But it didn't matter anymore.

She wrapped her long legs around Kyle's muscled torso, groaning as each new position gave him greater access to her body. He plunged deeper into the hot, wet maw of her boiling sex. "Do it! Do it!" she screamed as she kissed his ear, and then nipped the lobe. Her fingers dug at his muscled shoulders, the nails clawing down his long back. She strained against him, almost resisting.

"Little bitch!" he growled at her. "Can't get enough, can you?" His groin slammed violently into hers as he worked his penis back and forth. "This is just the beginning," he told her. "The things I'm going to do to you and make you do to me, baby, you're going to love it. You are so hot, Nora!" He thrust and pumped harder, and even harder as he saw the subtle changes beginning to take place on her face, felt the faint quiver beginning deep inside her body. "Come on, Nora," he taunted her, licking at her ear, pushing the tip of his tongue to and fro in it, simulating there what he was doing with his penis in her hot, slick vagina. "You want to scream, baby! I can feel what's going on inside of you, Nora! Let it happen! Let it happen!"

She was burning up. She was ready to combust. He seemed to be getting harder and longer with each jab of his talented cock, and she loved it! She had only climaxed once in her entire life. The second time she and Jeff had had sex after they were married. He had scolded her for crying out. Unladylike, he told her. Decent women didn't howl like banshees. But now the spasms rocking her very being were turning into violent tremors. Nora opened her mouth, shrieking with the pleasure her lover was engendering in her. "Oh, God, yes! Don't stop, darling! Don't stop! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Oh! Ohhh, Godddd!" She shuddered violently, and then for the first time in her life fainted.

But she revived herself quickly, shutting her eyes tight, praying, Oh, don't let me be back in that damned recliner yet! Let me still be on the bed with the black satin sheets, and the marvelous Mr. Gorgeous by my side. Then she felt a kiss on her forehead. Her eyes flew open in spite of herself.

"Told you I could make you scream," he said, pleased with himself, and smiling his warm, crooked smile at her. "You're going to come every time I fuck you, Red Rover. Every. Single. Time," he told her with emphasis on each word.

"Threat or promise?" she asked, recovered, and smiling up at him. "Either way is okay with me, darling Kyle."

He laughed. "Want to take a shower now?" he asked, getting off the bed.

"The bathroom's through there, right?" She pointed to another set of double doors on a far wall.

He nodded.

"It better have one of those great big tubs as well as a shower," Nora said, rising.

"It's your fantasy," he responded. "Want to go look?"

It was exactly as she had always dreamed it would be. Not some small utilitarian room with a tub/shower, sink, and toilet. This was a great big light and airy chamber with long arched windows offering another view of the cityscape. The Italian-tile floor was heated. It felt wonderful beneath her bare feet. The commode- because in a room like this you wouldn't call it a toilet- and the bidet were set behind lacquered white doors that could be closed for privacy.

Kyle sat her on the bidet. Then, kneeling, he adjusted the water for temperature and direction, turning the bidet on. After a moment he reached between her thighs and washed her with a soft flannel cloth, then let the water caress her sexual anatomy for a moment or two more. It was the most sensual and intimate thing any man had ever done to her or for her. Turning the water off, he drew her up, and gave her a lingering kiss. "Come and see the rest of the room, Nora," he invited her.

In one corner of the room was a large curved glass and tile shower. And the tub was an enormous rectangle of marble sunk into the floor. There were two steps leading down into the perfumed water. A mirrored wall was fitted with two marble sinks, each set on its own single column, and no tacky cabinets beneath. The large closet in the bathroom was opened to reveal shelves filled with black and white towels of thick Egyptian cotton terry, along with matching robes and wraps.

"Gold fixtures," Nora murmured almost to herself. "Jeff thinks gold fixtures are vulgar," she told Kyle, "but I like them. Where's the masseur?"

"He's available whenever you want him," Kyle said, not even blinking at her request. He pointed to the small cell phone affixed on the wall by the sinks. "We can call when you're ready for him."

"He's blond, right?" Nora asked. "Austrian with one of those cute accents, and his name is Rolf?"

Kyle nodded, his leaf green eyes twinkling. "Yes, ma'am. He's exactly as you want him to be."

"I don't think I ever want to go back to reality," Nora said, sighing.

"Everyone has to face reality eventually, Red Rover," he answered her. "That's what makes our fantasies so very special." Then, walking across the room, he opened the shower doors and turned on the faucets. "Come on. We're both pretty rank, and the night is young. You still aren't satisfied. I can tell."

"I've probably never been, considering all the years Jeff has ignored me while he played around," Nora said bitterly. "And what happens if whoever invented The Channel takes it away?"

"You're asking me questions I can't answer, Nora," Kyle told her. "Don't worry about what hasn't happened yet, if it ever happens. Let's just enjoy the moment." He held out his hand to her. "Come on, baby."

Taking the hand, Nora let him draw her into the shower. There were water jets spouting at her from every angle. She could have sworn that the shower water was perfumed too. But was such a thing possible? Hey, why not? It was her fantasy, after all.

"This is a liquid-soap dispenser," Kyle said as he showed her a small spigot and matching button in the tiled wall. He pressed it, and began rubbing the slick substance across her shoulders. His big hands worked down her back, and over her rounded buttocks. Then he let the water jets rinse her back clean before turning her about and washing her breasts, her torso, and the luxuriant curls covering her pubic mound. The water rinsed her again.

"My turn!" Nora told him gaily. She pushed the button, and her hand was filled with the sweet smelling soap. She began to wash him in the same manner as he had washed her, hands smoothing over hard flesh. His shoulders were broad. His torso was narrow. His butt simply adorable. She couldn't resist giving it a little squeeze. "You've got the cutest tush," she told him. Then she let the water rinse him.

He turned about so she might wash his front. Her hands worked leisurely across his chest while his hands began to caress her breasts, moving down along her rib cage, and finally to her belly. Her hands followed his every move. She soaped his pubic hair, fondling his hairy balls with a teasing motion, washing his penis, which was growing harder with each stroke of her hands. His response was to be expected. Reaching down, he pushed between her nether lips into her vagina with two fingers to tease her back. Then they were kissing again while the hot water pouring over them began to feel cool in relation to the heat their bodies were generating with their rising sexual arousal.

His hands cupped her buttocks as he backed her into the tile wall of the shower. The fingers were withdrawn, replaced by his hard penis as he lifted her up, then lowered her onto his eager organ. She sheathed him entirely, her arms tightening about his neck. Fuck! That was all it seemed she wanted to do. Fuck! She was soaking wet from her head to her toes, and all she wanted to do was pleasure herself on this man's talented cock. She groaned almost angrily as she felt her climax coming much too quickly. "No, damnit!"

"Let it happen," he hissed in her ear. "There's going to be more where that came from, Nora. I never get tired. Let it happen, and just enjoy."

"Ahhhh!" She could help herself, and she immediately wanted more.

Kyle laughed softly, and kissed her tenderly as his arms went about her. He set her down on her feet again. "Poor Red Rover," he said. "I can only imagine what it has been like for you with Jeff. He didn't give a damn about you. Just grabbed his own pleasure and left you hanging. A wham-bam man, right?" His big hand stroked Nora's wet hair. "Once you get used to me, Nora, you'll see that you don't have to rush. I told you. I'm tireless. I can go on just as long as you need me to go on. I'm going to teach you to take your time and get all the pleasure you want. Trust me."

She could feel his heart thumping beneath her cheek. The hot water was hitting them from all sides as she stood there getting her breath back. "I never," she began, "in all the years I've been married got the kind of pleasure from Jeff that I'm getting from you. I wasn't even certain this kind of pleasure really existed except in the minds of romance novelists. But you're right. I'm so afraid you'll come before me that I climax too quickly. We've got to work on that, Kyle. It's my fantasy, after all."

"We're going to, darling, and won't it be fun," he answered with a grin.

"Let's get out of here," Nora said. "I'm starting to prune. And I do believe that I'm ready for Rolf, my masseur, now."

"Shameless and insatiable," Kyle chuckled as they stepped from the shower. "The two qualities I like best in a woman. Here." He handed her one of the large towels. "Dry off while I call down for Rolf." He wrapped a towel about his lean loins, and walking across the floor, he picked up the cell from its wall cradle, speaking softly into it.

Nora wrapped her hair in the towel he had given her, taking another to dry herself off. She felt so alive. She had been fucked three times in what? An hour? Two hours? She had absolutely no conception of time here. Did it matter? How long could this last, and could she order The Channel again whenever she wanted it? Surely they didn't put a limit on something as wonderful as this. That would be too cruel. She wondered if Kyle knew.

"Rolf will be right up," Kyle said, coming across the heated floor from the phone, and toweling himself as he walked. "Turn around, and I'll get your back, baby."

"Can I order The Channel whenever I want it?" Nora asked him. "I mean, do they put a limit on it?"

"Not that I've ever heard," he responded. "Does that mean you want to come back?" He slid his hands around to cup her breasts, teasing the nipples, which responded immediately to his touch.

"Hell," Nora said, "I don't ever want to leave. Stop, or I'm going to go down on you, Kyle. You're getting me all hot again."

"Hi there!" A voice with an Austrian accent.

They turned to to see a blond man standing in the wide doorway of the bathroom.

"I'm Rolf. Shall we do it here, or in the bedroom?" He was carrying a folded table with him, and had a pouch slung across his barrel chest.

Nora's eyes wandered boldly over the young man. Medium height. Muscled, but not ugly muscles. A stocky hard body. Blue eyes. Rosy cheeks. Naked. She licked her lips. Well, hell, they were naked too. It made it all so much easier. His genitals were very nicely formed, and she admired them. Rolf would do a lot more than just give her a massage, and she found she could hardly wait. "Set your table up in here," she told him. "Kyle, darling, why don't you take a break."

"Don't I get to watch?" he demanded.

"Do you want to watch?" she teased him. God! This was so exciting.

"Only if you want me to," he countered, but she could tell he did.

"I'll call you when I want you, then," Nora told him. She was in charge here, and she wanted to punish him just a little because she could. The jealousy she saw flare in his eyes gave her a great sense of satisfaction.

Rolf set up his table near the bathing pool. Taking a pale peach-colored percale sheet from his pouch, he flipped it over the table. "Let's start you on your back," he told her, helping her up onto the table. "Ever had a massage before?"

"I'm a virgin," she told him provocatively.

The blue eyes danced. "I'm very good with virgins," he replied. "Close your eyes now, and let me do my thing, sweetie."

"Are you?" she answered him boldly.

"So I've been told. You be the judge, Nora. If I'm a bad boy, you can spank me," he teased. "Gardenia or almond oil? I've got both."

"Gardenia." She closed her eyes as ordered, and imagined Rolf bent over the couch in the living room while she spanked him with a hairbrush, turning those plump white cheeks pink. It was something to think about, and where in the name of heaven were these lascivious thoughts coming from? Nora wondered. "Oh, that feels good," she told him as his hand began to knead and smooth her shoulders.

"I've only just begun," he responded. "It's going to get better and better before I'm all through with you." He was behind her, slicking the scented oil over her skin.

How was it possible that she could feel all of this? She was deep into a fantasy, yet she not only felt but smelled the oil. And she certainly had all her other senses intact as well. Why was she questioning how it was possible? It actually made her brain hurt. Just relax and enjoy it, she told herself. She pushed the confused thought away, and concentrated on the hands with their supple fingers that were now digging into the aching muscles of her shoulders and neck. She hadn't realized before now just how sore those muscles were. While she had never enjoyed the delights of a massage, she instinctively knew that Rolf had a great talent for it. Did she want him to have other talents? She smiled to herself. Oh, yes, she did!

She was relaxing beneath the skilled touch. His hands were now working on her left arm and hand. My God, Nora thought, if this is my fantasy, how long and how deep has it been buried in my imagination? This is one helluva daydream, but I love it! I've been married so very long. I married too young. I put aside everything I wanted to be the perfect wife and mother. And what did I want? It's been so long I don't know, if I ever did. Jeff has the morals of a mink and the ethics of a weasel. My kids are to all intents and purposes grown and gone. I'm all alone.

"Stop thinking!" Rolf's voice barked, piercing her consciousness. "You're starting to tense up again, sweetie." He was finishing her right arm, and now his hands moved to smooth oil over her chest. His fingers closed about her breasts. "Nice pair," he observed, squeezing lightly. "Round, firm, and big nipples, kinda like blown roses."

"I'm not going to relax if you keep doing that," Nora laughed up at him. "Oh, that is sooo nice, Rolfie!" Her nipples puckered, and a shiver ran down her backbone as his thumbs rubbed insistently at the soft flesh.

"This isn't about sex," he scolded her. "I'm here to give you a nice massage, sweetie. Now stop thinking with your cunt, and I'll get on with my job."

"But don't you want to-" She didn't get to finish the sentence.

"Sure I do," he answered her, "but not yet. Firrst a nice massage and then…" Leaning over, he grinned engagingly into her face. "Now, shut up, and let me do one of the two things I do best."

"Do I get to guess the other?" she murmured mischievously. Lord! She hadn't had so much fun in years. She hadn't ever had so much fun. And it wasn't just the sex. She was being admired as a beautiful woman. She was being spoken with as an intelligent being. If nothing more happened this night, she would be content. No! She most certainly would not be! This was fun. Sex was fun. And she had never really believed it until Kyle had shown her earlier. She had enjoyed every moment with him. She was going to enjoy little Rolfie too before the evening was over. Whenever that was.

And Kyle was going to watch. He had shown a delicious dash of jealousy earlier, and she wanted him jealous. Jealousy by a man, for her, wasn't something she had ever experienced. She had liked it. It made her feel powerful, and power, Nora realized, was almost as good as sex. She contemplated Kyle watching as Rolfie fucked her. Imagining him wanting her even as another man had her was exciting. Her own desires began to stir again, and she murmured.

Rolf's hands had finally departed her bosom, which felt firmer as his fingers moved away to slide over her belly. Tonight she possessed a belly only slightly rounded, and not pulled out of shape by childbirth and too many years of comfort eating. The pressure of his facile hands was stimulating, particularly when he pressed the heel of one palm down on her pubic bone. A jolt of sensation shot through her, and her eyes flew open. "Oh!"

"Eyes closed!" he ordered her sharply. "You don't want to look. Just sense, sweetie." He cupped her cunt with the same hand. His fingers played gently with her labia, rubbing oil into the twin lower lips with a light touch. A finger slipped between her moist nether lips, finding her clitoris. He used the ball of that finger to rub the tiny sentient bit of flesh until she began to squirm with her rising pleasure. Bringing her to a quick clitoral orgasm, he moved on and began to massage her thighs.

Damnit, Nora thought. I want more. Aren't I supposed to be the boss here? Then she smiled to herself again. Don't be impatient and greedy, girl. Rolfie is doing just great without any instructions from you, so just enjoy. The night is young. She purred with pleasure as his fingers kneaded her calf, and then began to massage her foot. Why had she denied herself the delights of massage until now? she wondered. Because Jeff wouldn't have approved of a man massaging her, and he would have made suggestive remarks if she had a female masseuse. He would have told her that a respectable woman didn't do things like that. Well, she wasn't so sure of that, but now she had her fantasy, and oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Massages were wonderful.

Rolf had finished with one leg and began to work on the other. He was skillful, and he was efficient. When he had finished with her legs he said, "Over we go, sweetie," and he helped her turn onto her stomach and get her face down into the headrest.

Nora felt the warm oil flowing onto her shoulders again, and she sighed appreciatively. The gardenia fragrance was subtle yet haunting. She absolutely loved it. It was definitely her scent, but next time she'd use the almond oil. And was there such a thing as freesia oil? She adored the smell of freesia. Rolf's fingers dug into her flesh as he worked to massage the knots away.

The hands moved slowly down her back, smoothing away the tensions of twenty-six years of marriage to Jeffrey Buckley. Nora suddenly realized that she didn't care if he left her for another woman. They had nothing in common anymore, if they ever did. They had done what was expected of them in the time in which they grew up. It was what their families wanted. What generations before them had done.

Jeff had chosen a respectable virgin several years his junior. He wooed her, won her, and had then gone off to grad school and the military while she remained safe and loyal in her college dorm, studying diligently, and just waiting for the day when they would marry. He could trust her to be faithful. Nora Edwards was what was known in their youth as a good girl. And after their marriage came the house, the two children, and the membership to the right country club.

And while she remained at home raising the children, and making it all perfect for him, and Jeff made a great success of his career. The golden boy became a partner within five years of joining Coutts and Wickham Advertising. With each success he had made it his goal to top himself in the next campaign for the next client. He had quickly grown away from the wife he had so carefully chosen, the two children he had sired. Work and other women became the most important things for Jeff Buckley.

And she had never noticed because she had been so busy with Brownies or Boy Scouts; Little League or soccer; Sunday school or the church choir. Nora had taken pride in her children because Jeff never discussed his work with her. Work and Nora were two different things in his mind. So she had focused on their children, who needed her, especially as their father came home less and less. Now Nora Edwards Buckley, who had graduated summa cum laude with a degree in English literature, was suddenly forced to face the fact that she had no husband and no life.

What the hell was she supposed to do with the rest of her life? She wasn't fit for anything. Not in this new century with all its technology. A degree in English lit with a minor in home ec. What the hell had she been thinking? But how could she have known it would end up this way? She had no teaching skills. But she didn't want to teach. No computer skills, but she would need them now. Whatever happened with Jeff, she had to make a new life for herself.

Hell, she wasn't fifty yet. Close, but not there yet. No one retired at sixty-five anymore. Not if he or she could help it. She wasn't brain-dead. She could work twenty or more years, have a nice little 401(k) and collect her own Social Security. She could build a separate investment portfolio as well. She could do a lot of things if she could just get her act together and decide just what it was she really wanted to do.

"You're thinking again," Rolf chided, giving her butt a smack. "This is supposed to be relaxing for you, sweetie."

"I'm trying to figure out my future," Nora told him. "Carla and the girls are right. I have to make a life for myself. Rina's probably right too. Jeff is going to dump me. Besides, I have to be someone other than his wife and my kids mother. I have to find me again. I know I'm there somewhere, Rolfie. What do you think?"

"I think you're a very smart lady, Nora," he replied as he kneaded her buttocks. "You just need a little time to figure it all out. You need to restore that confidence you once had before you met Jeff. You don't need a man to take care of you, sweetie. You can do it yourself."

"Yep, Rolfie, but I still need time. I wonder if I'm going to get it. I guess the first thing for me to do is take a computer course, but the high school adult ed doesn't kick in until autumn. Still, that's the logical place for me to start, isn't it?"

"You're thinking again," Rolf said. "This is supposed to be relaxing for you." He was massaging her buttocks now, and the heel of his hand slipped deeply between the twin halves of her ass.

Nora caught her breath as he rubbed her. "I'm thinking about my future," she told him. A single finger was now gently rubbing at her anus. She tensed, but when he did nothing more than continue to rub her there, she began to relax a little bit.

"That's better," he said softly. The oily finger pushed itself one joint into her ass.

Nora gasped, and tensed again.

He bent and kissed the back of her neck, whispering, "Not yet, Nora, but one day that sexy little ass of yours is going to take my cock. You'll like it, I promise."

"Will I?" Her voice was tight.

"Yep, you will," he promised. Then he removed the invading digit, and smoothed his hand over her butt. "All done now, sweetie."

She drew a long breath, feeling a strange loss as the finger had been withdrawn. She had never considered anal sex, or had she? How much of what was happening came from her subconscious, and how much was just spontaneous? "All done?" she repeated.

"I don't think so, Rolfie," she told him boldly.

Rolf was at one of the sinks washing his hands. He laughed. "I can see you are a very bad girl, Nora. I really do believe you need a good spanking. That cute little ass is just begging for it, I'm thinking."

"Kyle," Nora called. "Rolfie wants to spank me. Then I think he's going to fuck me. Come and watch like a good boy, darling." Good Lord! A couple of delicious bangs and an erotic massage, and she was talking to these two men as she had certainly never talked to any man. But Carla always said men loved it when a woman talked dirty to them. She really couldn't believe herself. She suddenly felt strong. Maybe she always had been.

Kyle stood in the bathroom door. He was handsome in a roughhewn, almost barbaric way. Her eyes couldn't help but go to his male member. It was so wonderfully big, and so deliciously talented. His eyes were still jealous as he spoke. "You probably do deserve a spanking, Nora. I've never known a hotter little bitch than you. If you're through, Rolf, we can all adjourn to the bedroom."

They helped her from the massage table, and led her back into the bedroom. There was a roll-armed love seat in a seating area before the fireplace. They brought her over to it, bending Nora over one of the arms.

"Are you going to tie me down?" she teased them.

"A couple of good smacks shouldn't bother you, baby," Rolf said, "but Kyle will be kneeling on the love seat and holding your shoulders down for me," he told her as Kyle knelt on the silk cushion before her, his groin at eye level. Rolf delivered the first smack on her round bottom, causing Nora to squeak with surprise, for she hadn't been expecting it quite so soon. "Just a few little love taps to warm you up, Nora," he told her. His hard hand descended again, and again, and yet again.

"Ohhh!" she squealed, but strangely it didn't really hurt. Rolf's big wide palm just stung. She began to feel a rather sensuous and delicious warmth spreading across her buttocks, not to mention a faint tingling in her sexual organs. And then came the startling knowledge that she liked it. God! Her conscience kicked in. What kind of a pervert was she that she liked this tender abuse? She wiggled her bottom at him, and his hands grasped her hips to steady her. He leaned over, murmuring hotly in her ear, "I am so hot for you, Nora. I'm going to fuck you now, sweetie."

"Where?" The words were out of her mouth before she knew it.

He chuckled, and dropped a kiss on the nape of her neck. "You're not ready for that yet, but I suspect we'll get to it eventually. Right now I'm going to stuff your cunt, and you're going to love it."

Her heart was beating with excitement. She had never in all her life been taken in this position. Jeff had never let her off her back, and when once she had tried to mount him, he had thrown her off him roughly, slapping her angrily, and demanding to know where she had ever gotten such a damned disgusting idea. She hadn't dared to tell him that the girls had been talking about sexual positions, and other things unmentionable.

"Wooo!" she exclaimed, feeling Rolf's penis penetrating into her hot, wet softness. His member was shorter than Kyle's, but thicker. But he was extremely skillful with it. He moved very slowly into her, withdrawing himself as slowly. Over and over and over again. It was an incredible tease. She was close to screaming with the pure unadulterated pleasure he was giving her. "Oh, God! That is so good, Rolfie!" she sighed. "Don't stop, and that's an order! Don't you dare stop. Ahh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhh, that is sooo good." She wiggled her buttocks into his groin, unable to stop herself.

"What a divine wanton you are," Rolf said, laughing. "I think she can take both of us, Kyle. What do you say?" His fingers pressed into the tender flesh of her hips.

"Yeah," Kyle agreed. "Naughty Nora needs two cocks because she is very, very hot tonight, aren't you, darling?" He stroked her hair gently. Then his fingers closed about her hair, and he pulled her head up. "Open your mouth, Nora." He rubbed his penis against her lips. "Ah, there you go, baby." He pushed his penis between her two lips, and into her mouth. "Nice and easy does it, Nora. Keep your teeth away from it. Just use your tongue, and then your throat. I'll bet Jeff never let you suck his cock, although plenty of other women have." His eyes closed a moment. "Ahhhh, that's it, darling. God, Nora, you're a natural at this," he told her.

At first Nora thought she was going to choke, but then as she became intrigued with the realization that she had a penis in her mouth, she felt him burgeoning, and her throat relaxed. Fascinated, she began to lick and suck him. The taste was fleshy and salty with just a hint of musk. She could hear both of the men moaning with their own rising pleasure. They were going to all come together- she knew it! This was incredible. She felt her climax exploding even as she found herself being spermed from both ends. Rolf kept coming, and coming and coming; and Kyle's cum was so copious she could barely swallow it fast enough.

Then without warning Nora's head began to spin. There was a feeling of aloneness. She was being reluctantly dragged through time and space. Or at least that was how it felt to her. Suddenly her eyes flew open, and her body jerked with an orgasm that suffused every inch of her body. But she was in her chair. In the den. Her eyes went immediately to the television. The screen was blank. The set was off.

"Omigod!" Nora gasped. What had happened to her? What the hell had happened? Who had turned off the television? The remote lay on the table next to a melted pint of caramel praline ice cream. "Omigod!" she said again. She distinctly remembered turning on the television. She remembered kneeling before it. Matching her hand to Kyle's and being with him. There. In that gorgeous apartment with the incredible skyline view.

But it was obviously a dream. It must have been. None of it had really happened. It couldn't have. Stuff like that didn't really happen. She had let her imagination run away with her. But she suddenly smelled the fragrance of gardenias on her skin. No! It was a dream. But then why was her hair damp, and why did it smell freshly washed?

Nora tried to stand up, but fell back into her chair. Her legs were weak. She was taken aback by the slick and salty taste in her mouth. By the fact her vagina was very sore. Like she had had sex. Lots of sex. The house was quiet. Outside it was still dark. The clock on the fireplace mantle struck the half hour, but what half hour? Reaching for the remote, she turned the television back on and saw that it was four thirty in the morning. Where had she been for the past eight and a half hours?

Nora turned the set off again, and sat in the dark of the den. It hadn't been a dream as much as she needed to believe it had been. It had all been very real. Kyle and Rolf had taken her a total of four times. Nora could never remember being fucked more than once in a night in her whole life. And she had been so wanton. She shivered with the chill of the predawn hour. Her brain felt as if it were going to explode with the knowledge of what had happened to her during these past few hours. She had to stop attempting to analyze and understand it or she was going to go nuts.

Nora breathed slowly, deeply, in an effort to calm the frantic beating of her heart. Then she attempted to stand up again. This time she was successful. No lights, she thought. If anyone is up peeing and sees lights at this time of morning, theyll come running over. I can't face anyone right now. Carefully she made her way from the den to the center hall of the house, and up the stairs to her bedroom. She literally fell into the bed and was instantly asleep.

She didn't awaken until the sun was shining brightly in the room. She didn't need to look at the bedside clock. It was after noon. The sun only came into the bedroom in the afternoon. She rolled over onto her back. She was exhausted. And she was still sore. She hadn't ever in her life had such a workout as she had last night. And she smelled of sex. She hadn't smelled that odor in years, but it wasn't a scent you forgot. I want to go back, she thought. But Jeff would probably come home tonight because she had made him feel guilty yesterday. And she couldn't go to The Channel if J. J. was in the house. What was today? Oh, shit! It was Tuesday, and she hadn't put the garbage out for the weekly collection. If Jeff came home, he'd bitch at her over it. She'd have to make a dump run so he didn't know.

The school Athletic Association awards were Friday. Jeff would definitely be home then, because how he appeared to the public was very important to Jeff. And he'd probably stay for the weekend. Could she annoy him enough so he'd go back to the city, and his girlfriend? Maybe. Maybe not. Damn! She really wanted to go back to The Channel. The place was an aphrodisiac and she had been quickly hooked.

Nora got up and showered, soon smiling at the dried semen she found in her matted pubic hair before she stepped beneath the water. It had been real! Oh, yes! It had been very real, and she could hardly wait for it to be real again. She winced as she accidentally banged her elbow on the tile wall. It was like bathing in a coffin, she thought. No lights. No view. She needed to talk to Carla. Getting out of the shower, Nora wrapped herself in a towel, grimacing as she realized that her body was back to normal! The sides of the fabric didn't overlap on her frame.

I don't have to be fat like this, she thought. I've really let myself pork up in the last few years. I need some exercise. Maybe I'll start walking with Carla. I hate the way I look in my clothes. My height is all in my torso, and so is the fat. She pulled on a pair of cotton briefs, fastened her bra, squeezed into her stretch jeans, and yanked a bright yellow T-shirt on over her head. Then perching herself on the edge of the bed, she called Carla.

"Hi, it's me. We've got to talk before the kids get home from school. Yeah, I'm here. Just barely. Come on over. I'll get out the wine. It's afternoon, and I need wine."

Several minutes later Carla Johnson came into the kitchen with a plate of turkey sandwiches, and sat down at the table across from her best friend. "It's only one, and I'll bet you haven't eaten. You're going to be sick as a pig if you drink wine on an empty stomach. You went to The Channel, right?" she said matter-of-factly.

"I went to The Channel," Nora said. "Perfect night for it. Jeff stayed in town. First time I didn't mind he did. J. J. stayed at his girlfriend's house to meet some bigwig from State." She sipped the wine nervously, and then began to eat one of the sandwiches, surprised to learn she was very hungry.

"Well?" Carla demanded, cocking her head to one side, her brown eyes curious. "What did you find there? And did you like it?"

"It's my dream apartment," Nora began. "The one I've always talked about. It is so beautiful there, and I'm not a plump matron pushing fifty either. I am this sexy redhead about thirty. And I had sex with two men. Wild animal sex!" Nora laughed.

Carla grinned. "I wouldn't tell this to anyone else but you and the others," she said. "I'm Captain Raven, the pirate queen. I sail the Caribbean, and have sex with whoever takes my fancy. Two nights ago I captured an English vessel bound for the Indies. There was a very handsome and wealthy young duke aboard. He was willing to do anything I wanted him to do to effect his release. At first he was quite difficult, but I made him walk the plank. When we fished him out he became much more reasonable."

She giggled. "Isn't The Channel great? We can have all the sex we want without venereal disease, AIDS, unplanned pregnancies, or guilt. I don't know who invented it, but it's terrific, and we owe them a vote of thanks."

"Nothing is for free," Nora said slowly.

"We pay for it," Carla replied glibly. "You'll see it on your cable bill. Movie. Three ninety-five."

"Doesn't Rick wonder about all those movies?" Nora asked.

"Nah, I pay the bills," Carla said. "And I took the twelve-dollars-a-month deal."

"I thought you loved Rick," Nora said.

"I do love Rick, but sometimes I want a change. I want to be young and sexy again. Doesn't everyone? I mean, hell, men do it with different women. Why are women expected to confine themselves to only one man? At least our generation thought that way. Tiffany loves her harem romance novels, so she's the sultan's favorite. Rina won't say."

Nora laughed. She couldn't help it. "Yeah, I'd expect Tiff would be the sultan's favorite. Carla! It was so real! I mean I'm actually sore."

"It is real, girlfriend. Now tell me how many times you did it with them, and who are they?" She leaned forward eagerly, her brown eyes sparkling.

"Four," Nora said, blushing with her memories. "Three times with my lover. His name is Kyle, and he's absolutely hunky. The last time was with my masseur. He's blond, has an Austrian accent, and is named Rolf. Kyle watched us while we did it, but he got jealous, and put his dick in my mouth. We all came together! It was so wild, but then suddenly I was back. God, Carla, I want to go back there!"

Carla grinned. "I am so glad you had such a good time," she said. "You're a whole different person today. How long has it been since you and Jeff were intimate?"

Nora sighed. She had never wanted anyone to know, but what difference did it really make now that she had The Channel? "Five years," she said softly.

"Jesus!" Carla swore. "Your husband really is a prick."

"I can't go back unless I'm alone in the house," Nora said. "I wouldn't want J. J. to find me, or see what's on the TV when I'm there."

"That's right. The only television you've got is in the den," Carla said. "Hell, Nora, get a TV for your bedroom."

"Jeff wouldn't pay for the extra hookup, and since each time I go it costs three ninety-five, I can't go too often. Even though I pay the bills, I have to account for every penny he gives me," Nora explained. "Too many movies, and he'll wonder why. But it's like your favorite cookies, or potato chips. Once you've tasted the pleasures The Channel offers, you're addicted."

Carla nodded. "I know," she said. "So what about Friday night?"

"We've got the AA awards. Jeff will probably come home. He'll stay the weekend. Doesn't like to look bad," Nora said.

"So you've got a couple of days to get all hot and bothered again," Carla teased her best friend. "I pity Kyle, Rolf, and whoever else you dream up come your next visit to The Channel." She grinned mischievously. "Monday nights at The Channel. Are you ready for some fucking?" she paraphrased a commercial for the autumn football programming.

Nora laughed. "You're impossible, Carla Johnson, but you sure are fun. Tell me how you manage to use The Channel? I mean Rick is always home at night."

"Ah, but my darling spouse is usually asleep by nine or nine thirty. If Maureen doesn't have a date, she locks herself in her room and plays her music with her earphones on while she does homework. Then she's on the phone. I don't see her from the time she finishes supper until the next morning when she grabs a granola bar on her way out to school," Carla explained. "So I just slip down to my basement craft and sewing room, where a television is located for my soaps. I lock the door and party on. No one ever bothers me. We all have our little methods, because The Channel is addictive."

"I wish they had it in the daytime," Nora said.

Carla chortled. "Then we'd all be caught for sure. Imagine having to come home and fix dinner for a family of four after a day of you know what? Pirates, masseurs, sultans, and meat loaf. All those delicious men who spring out of our very active fantasies, and whose sole reason for being is to please us."

"And meat loaf," Nora added, grinning. Then she said, "I wonder why Rina and Joanne won't say why they go to The Channel."

"Joanne's embarrassed," Carla said. "I don't understand it, but she is. But Rina, I think she maybe thinks it's disloyal to Sam. After all he is a most attentive husband, and there is no doubt they love each other But he is almost twenty years her senior. She's his second wife, you know."

"I didn't," Nora answered.

"Yeah, his first wife died. Cancer, I think," Carla explained. "I think Rina feels as if she is betraying Sam, but she still goes to The Channel like the rest of us."

The telephone rang, and Nora picked it up. "Jeff," she said, and she made a face at Carla. Then she listened. "You'll be home tonight? How nice. What would you like for dinner? Lamb chops. Alright. No problem, I haven't shopped yet. You just caught me on the way out. Because I've had other things to do, that's why."

Carla gave Jeff the finger, and Nora almost laughed aloud.

"Yes, I'll have dinner ready at seven the way you like it. Bye." She set the phone down. "I am not in the mood for him. I really am not. I hope he's not forgotten he's coming Friday."

"I've talked to Rick about your situation," Carla said.

"I won't do anything until Jeff does," Nora told her friend.

"You ought to file first," Carla said. "I mean the guy is hardly ever here, and hasn't been for years. That ain't a marriage, sweetie."

"No, I'll wait for him to make the first move," Nora replied. "If I'm in the terrible position that you all think I am, it's better if I'm the victim, isn't it?"

"You're not dumb," Carla said. "But Nora, you've got to be protected. With everything in Jeff's name, you really are in a lousy position." Carla sounded genuinely worried.

"I know," Nora agreed. "It's beginning to dawn on me that I've been living in a world where nothing changes, and Jeff has been living in the real world, where dog eats dog." She stood up, swaying slightly. "I better get down to Waldbaum's, or there won't be any food in this house tonight."

"I'll drive us," Carla said. "I didn't have the night you did, nor as much wine as you've been consuming with the sandwiches. You've almost killed a bottle," she chuckled. "Never saw you do that before." She pulled her own car keys from her jeans. "Come on, babe. I need stuff too, but it wouldn't do for the mother of Egret Pointe High's Athlete of the Year to get busted for DUI. My God, what a scandal that would be, especially with your pristine reputation."

"The old me is gone," Nora said. "The new me is just likely to cause a scandal," she responded with a grin.

And then the two women left the house, walking out into the late May sunshine.