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This awakening didn't do anything to improve my mood, however.

I was still naked.

The padded manacle wrapped around my ankle was still secured to a cable running down through a hole in the floor.

I was still a prisoner.

Along with three others.

None of whom I really liked.

And our alarm was the timer on the wall, letting us know we would need to prepare for breakfast. So I groaned as I got myself together.

We trooped together into the large "wet" side of the room to shower and wash, taking turns in the shower stream.

Charlene grabbed the challenge card first this time. Her face took on a decidedly odd look; I was first to ask what was wrong, but we each, by now, were concerned.

"There's only one choice. I'm to 69 with Allison, you need to 69 with Harry. Oh, and the loudest couple will get something extra."

What? Me? Give a man a blow-job? Over my dead body!

It was a good thing that Harry wasn't pushy; I think that he was glad to avoid dealing with me, a woman.

Well, my adamant refusal got me (and Harry) shut out of our share of the food; he did express his displeasure with me as we got to watch the others eat their meals.

It struck me, though, that, for a het, Charlene sure went off loudly on Alison's tongue. It bothered me that she would be willing to express this. She must be such a total slut.

After Harry and Charlene finished and trashed the wrappers, we did a lot more chatting and swapping of stories. Charlene started talking about sex and her husband. Allison and Harry contributed stories about their S.O.'s but, when I was pressed to add stories about myself and Joel, I didn't have anything interesting to relate. "The most daring sex" I'd ever had with Joel was judged to be uninteresting. It was remarked that apparently I'd preferred my ex-husband since some of those stories were at least amusing. Anal sex? I won't do that any more. Oral sex? Well, I told them about some of Joel's activity and how long it would take for him to get me off.

Charlene asked "So how does he respond when you go down on him?"

I stared at her, suddenly feeling angry at such a stupid question. "Of course I don't go down on him! I was forced to do that by my ex-husband and I swore to never do that again! I've felt that it's demeaning and disrespectful to expect me to do that."

Everybody else in the room stared at me. Harry was the first to speak: "So he's not good enough? He's not worth it to you? Wow, maybe I should meet him."

A sudden cold feeling ran through me. Charlene's asked the next question: "So how often do you and your husband fuck?"

I didn't want to think about the implications from Harry's remark, and I didn't like the words Charlene chose, either, but it was that or face Harry, so I turned to her "Maybe once a month. He doesn't like using rubbers with me... and I don't want to get pregnant, either."

Alison's eyes got real big looking at me. "How horny do you get?"

I glared at her-- I was not happy that they were using so many gutter words. I stayed silent.

Harry sat there, quietly, as Charlene pushed me with "Well? How horny do you get between times? How often do you touch yourself?"

"I don't touch myself and I don't get all hot and bothered anyway. I could do without it."

Charlene prodded me with another question: "So, I guess we see why your husband signed you up for this. He must have wanted you to be shook up. I wonder what kind of set-up they threw him in to? I signed up my husband because he isn't willing to have sex with me often enough. Heck, he doesn't even want me to give him a blow job. I can't get anything out of him more often than once a week... and I'd kill for a man who was willing to go down on me."

Allison nodded agreement, waving at her wrist where the note had been (we'd all ditched them with the first trash) "Kim apparently signed me up; she's more bisexual. She's been on my ass that we need to share a man, and I've been telling her no. I don't want a man added to our mix."

Harry chimed in "My folks want grand-children... and I'm an only child. They want me able to have sex with a woman, not knowing that I don't have a big problem with it, but, seeing Nina's attitude, I'll be damned if I'll only have sex once a month or be reduced to begging. That's whats so great about Frank-- he's always as ready as I am."

I was surrounded by sex fiends. "But, if you're so free and easy with sex, how will you get any respect?"

Charlene summed up the stunned expressions with "It doesn't look like not having sex with your husband got you any more respect, did it? You're here, right? So why do you think having sex is something disreputable?" I watched as Harry and Allison nodded in agreement and turned to me, looking for an answer.

I had no answer for it; it's just the way things _are_. Or were supposed to be.

Until a little voice popped into my head, throwing a few words of doubt. I had to stop for a moment as I digested the question of why everything seemed like work and why being an adult had never been any fun.

These little doubts proved hard to dismiss given the hunger I was feeling and the conversations that I hoped to have as a distraction.

_

I've woken up enough times spooned with Nina that awakening with a woman in my arms wasn't all _that_ unusual.

No, there were other unusual occurrences, like not having my hand pushed away from a breast as Nina would. The feel of wind across my skin. The distant sound of waves. It was easy to think I was still in some kind of a dream instead of being awake.

The biggest difference of all was that we awoke with the sun; I say we because my companion was awakening with me. Nina hadn't liked waking up with me so it was nice to find a purring woman happily curled up in my arms.

Then that same woman exceeded all of my sexual experiences with my wife by pushing me onto my back and mounting me.

I'm no fool. I didn't even _try_ to resist. She'd not yet done anything to hurt me and so it was easy to go along with what she wanted.

Well, when she positioned me for entry I did make a weak try to dissuade her, saying "Are you sure?"

The concentration on her face during the positioning exercise faded as her eyes met mine and she nodded. Her tongue touched her upper lip as she returned to the task in-hand.

The task didn't need to stay in-hand once she started her slide down onto me. I had no problems paying attention to her progress.

All right, I doubt any man could have _avoided_ paying all of their attention to such progress, so it wasn't unusual to notice.

Now, despite her smaller stature and how tight her vagina had felt the day before, it still seemed like almost no real effort for her to take all of me instantly. Her first words this morning were surprisingly direct, another change from my long experience: "I'm _so_ wet, sweetie, I'm _so_ ready. We have to get together after all this is over..."

I nodded. I didn't think I could ever want more than this woman in my life. Granted, she was more woman than I'd ever faced before.

Despite being the tiniest woman I've ever faced before.

We stroked together, telling each other how it felt, another departure from my life until the day before. I didn't know a woman could tell me what to do for her like Jasmine did; I squeezed her nipples, stroked her hips, squeezed her butt and scratched her back. I was soon participating in this dance of words letting her know when I wanted her to slow down (to make us last longer) and to stop to kiss me. Our eyes seldom left each other...

Jasmine's orgasm preceded my own by mere seconds. Hers also seemed to last longer than mine, too. It was as close to a simultaneous release as any fantasy could hope for.

In that almost eternal moment of post-coital bliss I finally realized something my wife had complained about: she didn't think I was "in love" with her any more.

Perhaps she was more right than she knew. It felt odd to realize I was now "in love" with Jasmine.

Oh, I still loved my wife, but I felt that any love I showed Jaz would be reflected because she felt as I did. Our eyes said a lot.

I'd always felt that I needed to be responsible to my wife despite feeling short-changed sexually. And it seemed that my love for her had been tempered by sex... which, when the sex diminished my commitment was more out of duty than love.

I'd been taught to be responsible, to take my duties and commitments seriously. The realization that my commitment was able to decay this far seemed a bitter pill to swallow.

As I laid on this patch of grass with a woman laying on top of me with my arms around her I felt more complete than I'd felt in years. She appreciated me. This actually made *me* feel like a million dollars.

Not because of what I did for her, but just for who I was.

It was bliss to continue running my fingertips up and down her back and kneading her muscles and butt cheeks.

I was content. I could tell she was content.

There's this illusion that only a "real man" can satisfy a woman. Now, I know this myth is bullshit, but I'd usually felt pretty sexually inadequate throughout my marriage.

A sudden surge in a feeling of adequacy went a long way in improving my level of contentment.

Jasmine's purring on top of me once we calmed down seemed to work into my soul and I found myself making the same kind of sounds back to her. Having a contented woman like Jasmine draped bonelessly on top of me felt like something to be pursued as often as possible.

I wasn't sure, but this almost felt better than the sex had. And the sex had damn near blown the top of my head off.

All right, so it was definitely better than any of the sex I had with my wife. Nina always seemed to have something very important to do after our escapades and left me alone more often than not.

Being able to lay there and cuddle...

Well, it wasn't uninterrupted; my bladder cut it short, as did hers. There's only so long you can put off peeing in the morning. Then a miracle occurred.

We lay back down together. Yes, I was limp. Yes, she was wet. Yes, we were happy. Yes, we managed to get back into the cuddle position we'd just broken.

And, yes, we kissed before getting back into the contented state we'd been in before the call of nature.

We purred at each other...

And woke up to hear beeping from our food supply. We lazed a bit, touching and rubbing each other before getting up.

The morning nap had done me some good, though this might not have been appreciated had it been me and Nina. My ability to get an erection had recovered from our mutual efforts to deflate it. While not fully hard, I wasn't completely soft, either.

Her face looked odd. "But you're a married man, right?"

I nodded.

"Surely..."

I shook my head. "My wife finds the thought of providing a man with oral sex to be disgusting. She's told me this on multiple occasions. Admittedly, she has teased me about fellatio, like with a banana. And she has, once or twice, orally worked me up but told me that I tasted absolutely awful. Oh, and Jasmine?"

She nodded to me.

"Please don't call me Shirley."

She looked at me funny and then got the joke. We giggled together.

"Should we make a quick trip to wash me off?"

She smiled. "I actually like how I taste. I used to be a lesbian, remember? And now I'm a bisexual." She had dimples in her cheeks as she smiled at me. "I'm starting to see that bisexuality has it's advantages."

My heart seemed to swell in my chest. Something else became more swollen too.

It happened so fast; she dropped to her knees and popped my dick's head in her mouth which almost instantly brought me from mostly hard to a full throbbing hardness.

Her tongue fluttered on my little head, brushing back and forth before circling in, which had my knees almost buckling from the intensity and my body tried to thrust more of me into her mouth.

She pulled off and looked up at me "Careful, hon, careful. There's only so much of you that I can take."

This sudden break gave me the presence of mind to tell her "I've seen videos. Wrap your hands around it, make it feel like it's fully seated. I guess you can push back against me better, but you can probably control the depth with your hands, too."

She backed me up to a tree before following my suggestion. I suddenly moaned as she resumed her attack on the head of my penis.

For some minutes that was the only thing I could concentrate on; all of me was penis as her lips ran back and forth on the edge of the glans and her tongue danced over the territory.

Don't ask me how but she took all of my ejaculate in her mouth and swallowed it all. I didn't see much of that; I think my brain almost burned out.

And when my ability to see returned and I looked down to her smiling face, I reached out my hands to her...

I swear, it was like she owned me.

And in the dazed state I was in I didn't mind the "odd" flavor in her kiss.

We got a surprise with breakfast...

...a key.

We looked at the chain and then our eyes met. We shook our heads, ate our breakfast and *then* removed the chain. We placed it with the wrappers in the door before heading out for another walk.

Even without the chain we were comfortable hand-in-hand. We bathed and I returned the oral favor to Jasmine.

Not only did her flowing juices taste great but I also learned that it felt very good to hear your woman make noises when your tongue is working between the folds of her vulva. I used the stroke/circle tricks that had been used on me (suitably translated) and followed her other suggestions (like writing the lower case alphabet on her clitoris with my tongue, I think she liked the "a" I used) and brought her to more than one orgasm.

Hearing the woman you're giving attention to scream out her orgasm while your head is between her legs is almost as uplifting as when it's your dick between her legs.

Heck, maybe it's more uplifting.

Once she'd come down far enough she gasped out "Are you hard again?"

My tongue told her yes as I nodded between her thighs.

My ears got pulled as I heard "Get it into me! Now!"

We slid together; this was the first time in "missionary" position for us and Jasmine climaxed again as soon as I was fully seated.

I'd thought it was glorious when she controlled it. It was almost as wonderful with me controlling the thrusting now. The screaming though...

I will never, ever, be able to stop hearing her screaming as she rode through multiple orgasms; I lasted quite a while longer than I'd ever before and my oral attentions had brought her up to speed and her excitement never dropped. The look in her eyes was key in speeding my arousal enough to fully catch up.

When we finished with another of my loads deep within her I returned to the cuddle position by rolling over so she'd be on top while we were still panting.

Once we'd relaxed enough we exchanged "I love you's" by both voice and eye and returned to a contented purr.

I swear there was something magic about such moments; even though we'd slept well we napped again. Our next awakening saw us walking, hand in hand, around this island prison.

I was coming to believe that this was a prison I was more than willing to stay in.

Free of the chain we checked out the beach and walked in the surf, the warm waters tickling our toes as the sand under our feet was washed by the waves. We could see there was a reef out quite a ways where the larger waves were breaking.

Our hands stayed together. We were far too comfortable with each other close by; each time we were more than five feet from each other I got anxious and would look for her. Each time I found her hunting for my hand too.

To say that we didn't want to take a chance of getting hurt by anything doesn't explain why we didn't try to go swimming; we discussed this when we got back into the shade (given the greater likelihood that I'd get a serious sunburn) and it was more a case that we didn't want to lose the other.

It was with some trepidation that we returned to the food bank, concerned over what kind of challenge we'd face for lunch.

The card asked me to perform cunnilingus. Given my limp dick this sounded like a great plan. The practice we'd had before helped.

I have no idea how good the camera coverage was but I made sure that any audience would know that I was good at this.

Jasmine's judging of my practice between her legs was not objective by any means. She later told me her girlfriends were better at it than I. Her kiss before adding "but then I'm not giving you up for them either" helped me feel good.

Well, when your dick is fucked out it's easy to concentrate on your partner's pleasure.

Lunch was a pleasant interlude and we went for another walk.

Again it seemed funny that even without the chain we avoided being farther from each other than the chain would have allowed. Our hands spent most of the time inter-twined.

_

We got off of talking about sex and went to talk about work and the idiots we had to deal with in the normal course of our jobs.

Allison, a cop, had some of the best stories. Charlene worked in an office run by someone nick-named "Attila the Hen". Harry was a para-legal. I didn't realize that a law firm was such a hotbed of hilarity. My own stories always felt like they fell flat; as a commercial artist it seemed that the flakes I worked with were kind of expected.

Lunchtime approached and so did the challenge card. My own anxiety went up. Harry growled at me, adding "I damn well better not have to go hungry again, you hear?"

I was relieved when my assignment was to sixty-nine with Charlene.

After we did this (Charlene was loud in telling me what felt good and even made suggestions for me to follow, which seemed quite gauche and un-ladylike) I heard Harry tell Allison that "You know, you really could tell me when I'm getting it right. I'd like an idea of progress too. I *think* I got you to orgasm but you hid it better than a B-2 bomber at midnight."

Allison looked at him; she wasn't comfortable. Charlene (who damn near deafened me when she came) added "Yes, Allie, he's right. You and Nina are so little fun I could almost be working a corpse instead of a living human being. I'll bet you both have problems... oops, of course you do."

I looked at her questioningly.

"Nina, you're here. Your husband is obviously not happy with you. Allison, your girlfriend doesn't want to dump you but can't be all that happy with you either. Sex is supposed to be _fun_. It's a form of play. What is wrong with you two?"

I looked at Allison, she at me. It's funny how we turned to Charlene at the same moment and, in stereo, answered "Nothing".

Charlene was a sex fiend. So was Harry and Allison. I was certain I was normal.

Or was I? Those doubts I'd tried to dismiss earlier floated back into my mind.

The key amongst the questions was: How did I know that I was right in my beliefs?

Evidence that I needed to doubt my beliefs was shockingly evident: I was here. My husband, may he rot in Hell, was always after me to have sex with him. He'd get pretty pushy and I never wanted to reward his nagging.

I sat there, silent, thinking this over. Being a sex maniac wasn't normal, was it?

Or is it normal? Had I been lied to by my parents? By the church? If being a sex fiend was normal, why did people want me to think it abnormal?

"Charlene," I asked, finally returning to where we were, "you and Harry are over-sexed; that's unnatural, isn't it?"

I saw her shake her head. "It's a natural thing. The drive varies, person to person. I'm the HDP... oh, you've not read the stuff I have, HDP is a High Desire Partner. I want sex more often than my husband does, making him the LDP, or Low Desire Partner. I think it's usually the other way around, though I've not seen to many studies."

Allison asked her "So what's normal?"

Harry said "Normal? Bullshit! Normal doesn't really exist. There's a bell-shaped curve that describes things statistically. So it's not a matter of being normal per se than to be somewhere near the center of the curve."

I knew enough statistics myself so I threw in "But having a lot of sex isn't near the center of that curve, is it?"

Charlene looked at me funny. "How do you report frequency? Did you know that this is one of those things that people lie about the most?"

I shook my head. I figured that the statistics were as accurate as they should be.

"People lie about sex. Some lie high, some lie low, when it comes to frequency and their projected image. So you're uncomfortable about sex. How often do you have sex?"

With a question like that I had to think about it. "Well, we get together at least... no, we missed last month... oh, uh... we missed the month before... uh, I think it was three months ago."

I had three people staring at me. Harry said "How often would you have had sex if it was up to your husband?"

I heard Charlene say "Good thought, I didn't think of that question" as I thought about it.

This wasn't something I was comfortable with. "Uh... every day?"

Charlene smiled. "I'll trade you husbands. He sounds like the kind of guy I'd like."

A chill ran up my spine. "Are you serious?"

Allison threw in "So I wonder what Kitty had against me? It wasn't like I was denying her sex, you know."

Harry answered that quickly "Simple. Part of Nina's problem here, too. You're both too uptight about letting anybody know you're enjoying it. You're both silent. Which makes anybody you're with feel like they're incompetent. Don't either of you _want_ to let someone feel like they've done something right?"

Allison looked at me. I looked at her. This was weird. Her mouth hung open and it took a few seconds to realize that mine was in the same state.

Charlene added "Harry, what makes you think that?"

He grunted, getting my attention "I had a boyfriend who was silent. All right, so with a man you know right away when they get off... but not getting much feedback, encouragement or correction until the last half-minute or so is really annoying. I dumped him right quick and I don't think he ever did understand what the problem was. If my first girl had been as frigid as Allie or Nina here I'd've never been able to deal with a woman again. When I ran across girls like that they got dumped right quick."

Charlene probed him a bit more, with "Frigid? You think they're frigid?"

Harry nodded. "Even if they get the hots, neither of them is going to let someone know, and I think they both don't want to come... It felt like I had to force Allison over."

Charlene nodded. "Yeah, that sounds about right. Now, you say you've dumped women like them? Why?"

He sighed. "I'm a bisexual because it means I can get more dates that way, but I like men more because they'll talk to me and let me know and are more willing to be expressive about sex. It's not like it's work. I watched both Allie and Nina and they're work, they expect their partner to put a lot of effort into them. I'm not in love with the idea of working; I'm kind of lazy, really. I want a lover who's willing to make it fun. I can occasionally handle someone who's high maintenance but it's not something I want to do."

I thought about this. Joel had rolled away from me a couple of times after getting me off orally, even when I offered to let him have sex with me. I realized that he'd lied to me-- he hadn't been too tired to have sex, he'd been too angry. I could tell, now, thinking back, that he'd sounded hurt.

Why hadn't he just told me?

Charlene pulled my attention back "So why can't you make noise?"

This was not something I wanted to discuss. I got pressure from Harry though Allison wasn't pushing me. I mumbled "My parents made noise. It was... icky. I felt like such a freak, getting turned on when I heard them. I was thirteen when I first remember hearing them go at it. It sounded like they were fighting, too."

I looked up, my feelings mixed. I wanted them to have both heard me and not heard me.

They'd all heard me. I noticed Allison nodding. She added "Yeah, it feels so damn dirty."

Charlene and Harry looked at us then looked at each other. Then they said, in unison, "Oh, shit. We're fucked." They stopped, looking sheepish. Charlene added "Harry, these two are so fucked up we'll really have a hard time dealing with the challenges we'll be thrown."

He nodded. "And I know these things cut to the bone. I've had some friends that ended up alone because they couldn't outgrow their childhood scars."

What?

"Nina," Charlene interrupted, "How often would you have sex if it weren't for your husband's pressure?"

I had to think about this. I realized that I spent a lot of time annoyed with him for having ruined my good moods by bringing up the subject of sex. Even when I was getting in the mood, I'd lose it. "Maybe once, perhaps even twice a week, I'd be getting into the mood. Then he'd say or do something and I'd get pissed off and swore off of it."

"Why'd you get pissed off?" came from Allison.

I sighed. "He'd squeeze my butt and ask how I felt."

"And?" from Harry.

"I knew right away what he wanted. It seemed like it was the only thing on his mind. Even when I wanted to talk, we might be cuddling and he puts a hand on my breast. Can't a man think of anything else?"

Harry laughed at my question. When he finally stopped he looked at me. "You're serious, right?"

I nodded.

"If I only got it every couple of months I'm not sure I'd have enough mind to think of anything _but_ sex. So what about his mistress? He has one, right?"

I shook my head. "I deal with all of the finances. I'd be able to tell. He doesn't even try, anyway. I know that he masturbates most mornings. Another filthy habit."

It seemed Charlene's turn to laugh. "So maybe that's why he doesn't have anyone on the side. If I was as faithful as your husband I'd explode."

I stared at her. "You've had affairs?"

She nodded. I wanted to back off from her. "Why? Don't your vows..."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Marriage is a partnership, an exchange of commitment. Sex, in my opinion, is part of that commitment. In my opinion, the 'forsake all others' is very tightly bound to the promise of sexual activity. I wasn't ready to give up sex, I was expecting to get it from him. When he doesn't put out, he's cheating me if I can't get it from someone else."

Ouch, I thought. "But I don't understand. My Joel didn't even seem to notice other women. If what you say is true then why wouldn't he?"

"Well... what about his old girlfriends? Does he talk to the women he's been with before? What about his first time? That's something he'd remember."

We were back on solid ground, now. "Well, his first time was with me. I'm the only one he's ever had sex with."

Silence. I looked up to see all three gaping at me.

Charlene broke the silence with "Girl, you are an idiot. I think maybe we should have traded our husbands; I'm sure I could have shown your Joel a good time. He must have felt like complete shit. Might even still feel like shit."

It was my turn to gape. I finally asked "What do you mean?"

Harry sighed "He can't have felt like much of a man, could he? You not only won't show excitement but you don't find him sexually desirable enough to get over your irritation. Sheesh. Char, maybe her husband is already gay?"

Again, I knew "No, he's too phobic for that. My ex was gay. Joel shivers hearing about that. I've even talked to him about it and he looked pretty nauseous."

Harry nodded. "Darn."

Charlene asked "So... did you ever do sexual things with your ex that you've never done with Joel?"

I nodded.

"Does he know about this? That you did more with your ex than you do with him?"

I thought about this a couple of seconds and nodded.

"Oh, shit, girl. You are _such_ an idiot. Didn't you ever consider how that made him feel?"

I shook my head. "It sure hasn't slowed him down. He's pretty pushy regardless. And he doesn't push for me to give him oral sex... and he says his toilet training keeps him from wanting to try anal sex."

Harry took up the commentary "I hope you realize that he has to resent you. And that he might be in a situation where he will know how far short your commitment to him was."

I felt suddenly cold and numb. "My Joel? With another?"

Charlene asked me as I started to wrap my arms around my knees "What's the problem?"

"I thought he was so wonderful because I didn't have any ghosts to live with. Nobody for him to compare me with."

Allison finally spoke "But it sure sounds like he had ghosts of yours to live with. And he wasn't man enough for you, either. Your ex comes out so far ahead of your current husband sexually... You, girl, are so fucked when this is over. He is _not_ going to want you back."

_

After another bout of love-making on the beach, this time with Jasmine asking to try "doggie" we sat and talked, our bodies still close together, with her perched on my lap. (It struck me that doggie is the safest position on the beach since there was less of a problem w/ sand.)

It's funny to think that between bouts was a good time to talk; I had no problems paying attention to our conversation.

We talked about work, about our relationships and even about sex. We touched each other but it wasn't so much sexual as a sharing of warmth.

How can I ever explain to someone else how close I felt to Jasmine at this point?

Then she asked me "So... what was so wrong with your wife that you had to sign her up for this?"

I used a sigh to give me time to think. How do I present the truth without making myself look like a complete and utter prick?

It didn't take more than half a second to realize there was no way to present this in a way that made me look good.

"I was unhappy. She always had something else that was more important than me. Or... so it seemed. She was so easily pissed off, too. She seemed to think that the only reason I would touch her was sexual." I paused, touching her back, squeezing her tiny butt, and hugging her closer to me. "Many times I wanted her to acknowledge that she was happy with me near..."

"So... you went off when we kissed that first time. I was pretty surprised. I will admit that it felt great for me, too."

I nodded. "Don't get me wrong, Jaz. She loved me but could not tell me in a way I understood. I'm not an easy person to live or work with. I wanted... I think I wanted too much, more than I could ever deserve. Heck, right here, I feel so good with you where you are. While the sex is great I dread that it's more than I could ever earn or deserve. So I'm not exactly what you might want. Oh, I want you."

I felt her squeeze me, a hand working up and down my spine. With this I had to continue.

"While I want you with me, at my side, I don't see what I can bring you that would make it worth your while. You're an exceptionally beautiful and attractive woman, well out of my league." I sighed. "Outside this captive sort of intimacy, where you don't have a lot of choice in selecting a partner, I don't stand a chance. You know that, don't you?"

She nodded, her head on my shoulder. Her arms squeezed me again as she spoke up "But this was a wonderful way to be introduced to you. I want to be with you, too, you know. And not just because you've gotten me pregnant, either. I want you because you feel right to me." Her sigh made me feel great.

"So what are you going to do about your wife? Nina, I think you said her name was?"

It was my turn to feel like a total schmuck. "I didn't have any children by her and I never did the paperwork to adopt hers by a previous marriage... so we'll probably split. If you still want me afterwards, sweetheart, I'm yours."

This announcement, straight from my heart, got me more hugs and triggered another kissing session.

We washed before going to see what kind of challenge we'd face for our dinner.

Our challenge?

It was the toughest one I could ever face. Jasmine's face fell on seeing it.

We ate the food and had to find places to sleep... apart from each other.

Sleep took forever to come but I had to show some strength.

Each of the times I awakened I prayed for the dawn.

_

"Not want me back? You're kidding, right?"

Allison sighed "Why would he want you back? Let's assume he's in a situation like this one, perhaps with my girlfriend and two other women. If he got offered a blow job or a fuck, would he turn it down?"

"Of course!" I replied and saw Allison shake her head, as were Charlene and Harry. "What?"

Charlene said the one thing I didn't want to hear: "Well, he signed _you_ up for this, didn't he? He might not have been any more prepared for the boomerang that hit me, but I really doubt that he'll decline it if a woman shows any kind of interest in him. Especially given how strung out he is. C'mon, no sex in the last three months? And he's not gonna be able to beat off with witnesses, is he?"

Like the sound of fingernails on a blackboard my blood ran cold. "So he'd ignore his vows?"

I really didn't want to hear Charlene pound me, but she did it anyway: "Of course. He expected sex in exchange for his fidelity. He didn't get what he wanted so a part of him won't want to give you what you expect. Does that make any sense to you?"

But sex wasn't why I got married. I didn't think sex was why he married me, either. And I said so.

This got a laugh from Harry. "Dearie, you're an idiot, did you know that? I'm no prize brain-wise but it sure looks like I'm way ahead of you. I don't know of many men under the age of 90 who won't have any interest at all in sex. Sure, some will be more interested in the male form, but sex is in there somewhere."

Charlene chimed in with "Look, you didn't give him what he wanted, did you? Did he give you what you wanted?"

That was a good question. And I realized what the problem really was.

I didn't really know what I wanted. I knew what I'd settle for, but... despite him asking me what I really wanted, I never really considered it. I was getting enough of what I was comfortable with.

And the challenge for Dinner left me cold.

And it would take all of us working together.

Harry was to have full intercourse with Charlene while I was under her in sixty-nine position and...

You knew there was going to be an "and", didn't you? After all, I didn't mention Allison, did I?

There was a strap-on dildo in the door which Allison was supposed to wear... to fuck me with.

What the *hell* were they thinking out there? This was not just a little perverse, this was a _LOT_ perverse.

However...

I participated. If any one of us didn't participate we'd all go hungry.

Charlene wasn't thrilled, of course, given that she'd not only have to sixty-nine with me but would be fucked by Harry, which she said would take a lot of the fun out of it.

So I crawled into position, Charlene got on top of me and I got a whiff of her wetness. I knew from our previous test that she didn't really taste bad. I'd thought I'd forgotten all about my explorations with a girlfriend as a teen-ager but this whole exercise brought the memories back.

My legs held my ass up at the very edge of the bed and I soon felt Charlene licking me to get me warmed up. Even though it was obviously not needed for her, I put my tongue on and into her to get her ready for Harry to push his penis into her.

So I wasn't concentrating on my own crotch when I felt the pressure and felt something slide into me.

I was not wet enough for this penetration. I was really not ready. But our captors apparently prepared for this since it was slick sliding into me... so there must've been some lubricants provided.

So while I was grunting and complaining about Alison's work Harry's weapon crossed my eyes and I heard Charlene tell me to shut up and use my hands to get Harry into her.

The bitch bit me to get me to cooperate. "Nina, just use your hands to get him into me and I'll make up for biting you... but if we go hungry because of you..." she nipped me again on one of my lips to let me know that her threat had teeth.

I've never liked the idea of touching a man's penis. Oh, yes, I've done it... but it always seemed dirty.

Allison apparently had a plan. I wasn't paying all that much attention as I watched Harry slide forward into Char above me; when he hit bottom I got three surprises.

Well, actually, four.

First, Harry's balls slapped my forehead. I guess that may count for two. It seemed funny at the time.

Third, Allison slapped her hips home against me at the same time Harry reached full penetration.

The fourth surprise was that the dildo Allison was wearing started to vibrate.

I've never felt anything like that before. I can't say it felt all that good given the surprise but something about how it sounded given the burial between my legs was strange.

The vibration changed timbre as Allison started to stroke it into and out of me... in synchronization with Harry.

So I was watching him slide into the woman above my face, me getting the close-up view *and* the smell of both of them mixed together along with the sensation of Allison pounding me suggestively.

Harry and Charlene came almost explosively; their screaming climax hit them simultaneously and my face got drenched with Char's lubricant and some of Harry's semen.

That icky mess was getting licked off by Allison as she continued to pound into me, her breasts touching mine, in between her times she was panting for breath...

When she stopped she was panting out "Oh... that was good."

I wondered what she thought was good as she finally pulled the dildo out of me before she asked me "So, Nina, how many times did you get to come?".

I shook my head. "I didn't."

Snores from one side of the bed caught my attention at that moment and I looked over to see Charlene spooned by Harry, smiles on their sleeping faces. I turned back to Allison as she asked "You didn't come? Not even once? I had a whole bunch... and I wasn't getting all of the benefit of the vibrator like you were."

I shook my head again. "I think I've reached a climax only once with my husband in me."

This time she shook her head, a sad look on her face "We are so fucked having you here. And you are so fucked when this whole thing is over."

I watched her undo the straps-- it looked like it was custom-fit to her, there being no way to adust it-- and dump it into the door which promptly cycled.

We heard the additional clicks as our dinner was delivered. Allison and I had our share while letting Harry and Charlene nap but, once we'd finished, we woke them and went to bathe before passing out.

Sleep came easily. So did the dreams... and the nightmares.