Last 2 versions of wakeup05

That last was explained by the fact that my pussy was well ahead of the rest of me in the process of awakening. While the feeling wasn't as immediate as the previous morning I couldn't deny that I was horny. The odd "itch" I felt, both like and unlike a yeast infection, was present.

Being still in that half-awake state it wasn't easy to think of something other than my empty and itch vagina, but I did manage to realize, first, that there were no bodies next to me and, second, there was some kind of a warm breeze blowing across my skin.

My pussy lit up hotter for some reason at the same time my mind snapped awake: I wasn't in that little room any more! The character of the air playing over my body was very different along with the different background noises!

Was I really free?

The thought brought mixed feelings given my sudden jump in horniness from my pussy but the hope of being free managed to get the upper hand as my eyes snapped open and then immediately snapped back shut due to the brightness of the world around me.

I processed the images from the short time my eyes had been open.

Palm trees framing a blue sky?

Palm trees. Yes. Check.

Blue sky? Yes. Check.

There was that sound of waves on a beach in the distance. I was outdoors! I wasn't in that room any more! My eyes opened again, more slowly this time, and I waited for them to get used to the brightness. At the same time the itch in my pussy didn't let up, either, so it took active effort to focus my thoughts on my surroundings.

I found myself laying on a shadowed section of grass dappled with small dots of light that penetrated through the trees above. It looked like late morning, given the angle of the sun, and, with an over-full bladder providing some urinary urgency mixing with my sexual urgency, I sat up.

There were other patches of grass around me, one of which was occupied by a couple. I could see the bottom of a man who apparently lay sleeping and I could tell, from the position of his arms, that he was spooning someone. I couldn't see too much since their feet were aimed more-or-less towards me, but I could tell right away that it wasn't Harry, and, whoever was in his embrace, wasn't either of the women I'd shared a small cell with: it looked like a small girl or woman with very dark skin.

Two things clamored for my attention. All right, three things: I had to pee, I was hornier than I'd been even in the cell with Harry and the girls and... something about the man laying there seemed familiar, even as the sight of him had me feeling aroused.

There were other items around the clearing; the most major was a large metal box with the kind of drawer and display screen that I had last seen built into the wall of my former cell. I wasn't completely free, then.

With that realization came the recognition that I was still a prisoner, secured by a manacle around my ankle that was attached via a cable to a tree, where the cable retractor kept any slack.

Well, so much for true freedom.

I heard what sounded like a purr from whoever that sleeping man was spooning.

It was strange to see the play of muscles in the man's legs as he started to stretch and that's when I realized that my new companions weren't chained to anything; they had a lot more freedom of movement than I did.

I sat silently as the small black woman pushed the man onto his back and tried to mount his erection.

Again I had a nagging sense of familiarity when I heard the girl whimper and then moan as she slid all the way down his hard cock. There was no doubt in my mind that she was wet enough; I had a very good view.

Actually, I had too good a view. I'd started out extremely horny and this sight, along with their sighing and the other sound effects, made my predicament worse. What had been dripping before from between my legs seemed to trickle out, adding to the "tickle" as my wet nether lips twitched.

I stayed silent but I think I was drooling. At both ends.

Seemingly without conscious thought I discovered that my hands were full; my left was working my vaginal entrance, spreading the lubrication around, as the fingers of my right hand had already wet themselves and were circling and stimulating my clitoris.

There was no doubt in my mind that I was catching up with the small woman bouncing on an erection I felt the desire to ride, myself...

Then I heard her tell her partner the magic three words of "I love you."

All right, so she didn't just say it, she cooed it. She purred. She moaned. It sounded like a hymn to my ears, as if she wanted him to know it took up all of her heart.

I was one the verge of my first real orgasm of this session when I heard his voice with the same air of dedication and I couldn't stop the rush despite the shock of hearing my husband's voice moan out an "I love you" to his rider.

If anything the shock opened my mouth as I shrieked out my climax, my eyes closed before I fell back to the grass, twitching from the aftermath of coming as the shockwaves seemed to bounce back and forth from one end of my body to the other.

Then my bladder let go and I was sure the grass was soaked.

Jasmine and I have had some very pleasant awakenings to make up for the less than pleasant ones. This was one of the more pleasant, of course, and her enthusiasm for sex on awakening matched my own...

...Until we were interrupted.

Oh, sure, I've gotten so very spoiled by Jasmine's obvious happiness in sharing our bodies with each other, which meant I was very happy, myself. We'd gotten pretty good at cranking ourselves up and we'd learned to take it slowly enough to work each other up to an intense climax we could share.

Having Jasmine stop at the sound of a feminine screaming out an orgasm-- and I've learned what this could sound like, just by listening to Jasmine-- while we were a bit over half way to our own climax stopped us both cold.

First off, we'd been alone for a long time. There was part of me glad that I had this woman all to myself, with nothing in the way of competition. I wasn't looking forward to sharing our little paradaisical island with *anyone*, male or female.

So the shock of no longer being alone was intense and, given the loud cry of a woman reaching ecstacy, I expected to see another couple. This wasn't something I wanted to see, but it was time. I sat up, Jasmine still impaled on my shock softened organ, and rotated myself so we could both see our visitors.

Finding just one visitor instead of a couple was surprising.

Now Jasmine and I had gotten a lot more relaxed at letting each other watch ourselves pee and even, given the lesser interest, poop. So we were startled when this new woman came down from what had to have been an intense orgasm and suddenly released a stream.

Now a post-orgasmic piss can feel pretty damn good... and I had been expecting to come and then go pretty quickly this morning, but this woman's crotch was wide open from her time playing with herself and I saw the stream of piss start and arc a surprising distance as her hands had fallen away to her hips. Most of the stream escaped the grass pad she was laying on and we heard her groan.

There was something familiar sounding about that groan. Yet the groan sounded happy, too.

It didn't help that what I saw of the body-- crotch, legs, belly and breasts-- was naggingly familiar.

So when Jaz got off of my wilted member and stood up she shrugged to me, so I stood up to look at our guest as she came down from her very loud orgasm.

Oh Shit. It was Nina, my wife! I whispered in Jasmine's ear, as quietly as I could. She shot me such a look of fear that I got scared myself and pulled her into a hug.

There was no way I was willing to lose Jasmine. No way, no how, not ever. She'd become more a part of me than anyone else had ever been. Even Nina had never held as large a part of my heart as Jasmine did... and this moment made it feel like I was giving her more of me.

I looked over and saw Nina looking at us with the oddest expression on her face; instead of the looks she usually showed (that had me feeling like something she found on the bottom of her shoe) this one was confusing since I'd never really seen it before.

And that's when the printer on the food safe kicked in. The sound of the "click" as the card was pushed out for someone to grasp was almost loud in this frozen tableau.

Jasmine was crying in my arms. It had taken some moments for me to feel the tears on my skin... and then I could feel her start to shake. I shushed her, squeezed her, and gently spoke, telling her I wasn't going to take a chance on losing her. She looked up after I said "I'd rather rip out my own heart, hon, rather than lose you. You're worth far too much to me" and our lips met.

There have been stories about kisses. There have been all kinds of myths, too. There have even been some truths.

Properly done, a kiss can become your whole world; nothing else matters. Properly done it can distract you from just about anything.

Jasmine and I kissed properly. Again. Before it became something more. If anything, this kiss was more bonding than all of the contact we'd had before.

All the same, we forgot something we probably should have remembered and paid attention to.

In other words, well, we had empty bladders when our kiss ended. And when our attention was back we weren't all that comfortable.

We shared a quick peck before Jasmine told me to get the card and she went to talk to Nina.

There is not a doubt in my mind that those setting up the challenges for The Wakeup Call are practical jokers; we'd seen enough challenges that struck us as funny, especially afterwards. This one had enough impossibilities that almost made me howl... except for the feeling of emptiness in my stomach. I didn't want to go hungry.

So I walked over to Nina and Jasmine with the card, giggling like a schoolgirl, just as I caught sight of another facial expression on Nina that was unreadable... but looked like fear to me.

Well, hearing Nina tell Jasmine "I need to be fucked. I *really* need to be fucked. I am _so_ horny right now!" left me shocked and I looked back at the card.

Yeah, right. It seemed unlikely. I then nodded to Nina, trying to be reassuring (I didn't want her reaching down my throat and pulling out my lungs, for instance) and held the card for Jasmine to read.

After reading the card she looked up to me, saying "Joel, we'll have to wash up, first." She then turned to Nina and eyed how she was secured to a tree before telling her "We'll be back shortly."

We moved quickly to bathe, walking away from Nina and able to discuss things. I started with "Even the lowest tiered challenge-- me fucking her doggy style while she licks your clit-- is well beyond her capabilities and comfort factor. The idea that she'd give me a blow job while you fuck her with a strap-on is insanely beyond her. The challenge that *really* takes the cake, though, is that she'd give me a blow job while you fist-fuck her-- while an exciting thought, I have no idea of how you'd do that-- is so far beyond belief that, well..." I shrugged.

Jasmine smiled at me, answering "You have no idea what she's already been through, right? Look at us! I've changed! So have you! We'll see how she responds when we get back. I want to wash our pee off of me..."

I nodded. "I almost wish I'd been able to pay attention to what it felt like when you let go on me."

She nodded back, her smile showing agreement. "It must've been hot, though. Nina was *so* wet and panting when I went over to her. She checked me out pretty closely and I saw her lick her lips so she may be... ummmmmmmm"

I'd shut her up with the simple expedient of picking her up, kissing her and stepping into the small "pool".

It seems strange that we found a towel and washcloth by the pool but realized what it was for. While we let our bodies air dry, we carried the wet cloth and towel back to Nina.

Arriving back in "our" clearing we saw Nina standing and looking around. She was obviously seeing how far her manacle and cable would let her go from the tree she was secured to. She couldn't reach the big food box herself.

She looked up and saw us walking back and her face went through a whole bunch of expressions, only a few of which I was able to catalog. When we walked up her eyes were on where Jasmine and I held hands and I could swear I saw a look of wistfulness on her face.

Jasmine took point from me by asking her "Nina, you're aware of how the challenges work, right?"

Nina looked anxious as she nodded, her lower lip caught by her teeth. I was feeling anxious for her but I managed to escape the sense of guilt when Jasmine squeezed my hand.

It was like she could pump me up just by squeezing my hand. That it didn't just pump up my spirits became obvious as a part of my body we'd used to share pleasure decided to reawaken.

I have never seen Nina look as hungry as she did then. She had a history of "not noticing" or otherwise laughing off my erections whenever I showed her one at an inopportune time. I might not have accumulated so many extra emotional scars if I hadn't felt the times weren't inopportune.

In any case her look of hunger made me harder and brought home to me that Nina *had* changed. Nina's eying of Jasmine's body with the same look of hunger damn near rocked my world off its axis.

Jasmine cleared her throat and Nina looked back at her... and I saw her eyes sweep up and down my diminutive lover again before asking "Well? What are the challenges?"

Jasmine put out one finger "Lowest credit is having you in doggy position, Joel fucking you while you eat me out. How does that sound?"

I think my heart stopped when I heard Nina say "Yummy. You look _delicious_" and licked her lips, her eyes going up and down Jasmine's small form yet again, stopping at her crotch. Nina hadn't dried much... or was wet again.

In fact, I think I was right on the edges of fainting. When I got my senses back Jasmine was talking about the third option.

Nina didn't look uncomfortable at all. "So you'd be able to fist-fuck me?" Jasmine's slim hands were under close observation when Nina looked up "I am so fucking horny and I need a hard dick inside me right away. I'll want to try being fist-fucked by you later, but I want to make you come while I get fucked by Joel."

Hearing Nina use the words "horny" and "fuck" were so out of this world that it was only Jasmine clearing her throat that I came back to the situation and looked around at the women.

When we got into position for the "easy" challenge I felt Nina's vulva with my fingers and, for the first time, realized that she was more ready than I had *ever* seen or felt her before. Not only was she wet, her whole sex was swollen and sensitive as shown by her reactions to my touches. She made a long sensuous moan as I positioned myself and tried to enter her slowly.

Nina made it obvious that she wasn't in the mood for slow; nor was she in the mood for gentle, either. I was barely into her hot core when she slammed back against me, not stopping until her buttocks struck my belly, which seemed to increase the sound of satisfaction in her moan as the rotation of her hips got me even deeper into her.

Everything so far showed me that whatever had I had "known" about Nina was now *wrong*. In the past she'd always seemed aloof and, in comparison, completely unaroused whenever we'd "made love" and, as far as I could tell, she'd never gotten anywhere *near* an orgasm. Heck, I'd never believed her when she'd told me she had come.

So, on my first stroke-- backing out a little bit and then slapping myself forward-- she came, apparently the result of my balls swinging forward and nailing her clit.

Who says fucking doggy style in a very warm clime is a bad thing? With my balls hanging down so low they worked as a very effective sex aid.

Nina's squeaking moan and shout of "Oh, God!" left me a firm believer that she'd actually come. A very *firm* believer, believe me! Her insides also rhythmically clamped down on me, which felt, I will admit, very, very good.

Jasmine, of course, had been the one to teach me more of how to recognize the sound and feel of a climaxing woman. While Nina's responses varied, they weren't _that_ far off.

I scratched Nina's back a bit as she calmed down and then she lowered her mouth to Jasmine's pussy. For a moment, even with my hard dick balls deep in Nina's hot, excited and rhythmically stroking core, I felt jealous.

Yes, jealous. I'd grown to love Jasmine's taste.

Jasmine wasn't anywhere near as excited as Nina but she is easily aroused; I became more aroused as I listened to her tell Nina where to lick. The limited explanations implied that Nina already knew more than I would have believed possible, before.

I will admit that the quality of Nina's tongue work for Jasmine was suffering as I stroked into Nina. I enjoyed seeing Jasmine squirm under Nina's tongue and the thought that I wouldn't have to give up Nina to have Jasmine in my life crossed my mind.

Whatever had been done to Nina had jumped her from a prudish and reserved woman to someone who wasn't afraid to come-- and show it-- every few strokes and, I'd learned with Jasmine, these were *not* small ones. Nina was having very strong contractions whenever she peaked and I could feel, with my hands on her hips, that her whole body was getting them. The sudden spray of something hot on my balls was a *real* surprise, too.

In between she moaned as she worked Jasmine with her lips and tongue; her squeaking and crying orgasms were pauses in the small woman's rise to ecstacy... but I wasn't objective enough during this session to realize that these pauses were still exciting to her.

Stroking into a woman who looked and smelled like my wife yet whose behavior was so unlike the woman I'd been married to drove enough confusion in me, slowing my own rise to the edge.

I can't explain how it happened; Jasmine went off, then Nina came yet again which set me off.

I had almost no strength left; I rolled to my side, pulling Nina over with me, allowing us to spoon, our heads still between Jasmine's legs.

We all rested; Nina was obviously finally calming down but her panting was a completely new experience for me. I laid there with my arms around her, studiously avoiding her breasts, trying to avoid offending her.

Her hands quickly took mine and placed them on her breasts and said "Squeeze them... please?"

Now I haven't heard the word 'please' from her in some time. And in the context of sexual or physical contact, this word was one I'd been hurt to find missing from her vocabulary.

You figure, of course, that I held her breasts and squeezed them, right?

Wrong, I just held them. I needed to know where we stood.

"Hon, Nina, what happened to you? Are you all right?"

I could almost hear a smile on her lips as she answered my second question first: "I'm still horny, hon, but I'm _much_ better than just 'all right' right now. Jasmine, here, has a *very* sweet pussy... especially compared to Charlotte and Allison. And, while Harry's dick was bigger than yours, it felt good to have _you_ in me."

I lay there, surprised, as she squirmed to get more comfortable in my arms, and moved to kiss Jasmine's thigh. "Jaz, you're delicious. Joel, I don't know where we'll go from here, but I know we'll all need to fuck a lot more today. My pussy is _still_ itchy, I don't know why. It started when they had my partners squirt something into both my vagina and where I pee from."

I held her tight and kissed her shoulder; Nina's moan was almost enough to awaken my flaccid organ but I'd been fucked out already. "So... how come you're so comfortable with me now? I figured that you'd want to kill me for throwing you into this... and I want to hear about where you were, too."

Nina sighed. "Keep my pussy full of your cock as often as possible until this feeling fades and I won't kill you, all right? I didn't like to be locked into a small room with three other people-- two women and a man." Nina shook her head. "I was really upset but I didn't have much choice. Going hungry wasn't any fun either, so I had to be flexible. Then I got that squirt and my cunt hasn't been the same since... and I'd do damn near anything to get fucked, so I learned to arouse Harry after fucking him by doing whatever I could."

Jasmine added "You weren't too bad going down on me, either. You did a pretty good job between your tongue, fingers and lips."

"Well... I had to go down on the women, too. And they on me. I learned a lot. I also learned that Harry was pissed off that I wasn't very responsive. I didn't learn to get over my silence until my cunt got so squishy."

I nodded. "So... what do you think?"

Nina stuck her head up and looked around. "It's really a good thing that there are patches of this kind of grass, it keeps sand from getting into the works."

I giggled. It's been a long time since I last giggled like this. "We've been lucky."

Jasmine laughed "Damn right we have. We've been pretty damn careful, too."

All of a sudden I was pushed back by Nina and, before I was able to ask what was going on, my limp pecker was being sucked into Nina's mouth. All I could do was ask "What?" in a confused voice.

Nina pulled off long enough to say "I'm still very horny. I need to fuck some more." She turned to Jasmine and told her "Get up there and ride his face, sweetie, and face me. I want to kiss you when I get him in me..."

I soon had no choice but to lick Jasmine into shape and my hands got busy working her insides. She seemed to get hot and wet _real_ fast and I realized she was turned on by what was being done to my dick.

At this point I was very confused. I knew I was in love with Jasmine-- I'd given so much of my heart and received so much of hers-- but I knew I still was in love with Nina, despite all of our past frictions.

From the work she was doing on my rapidly inflating dick, I am able to report that there was no sign of friction any more; once I was hard enough she slid down on me, showing me a singular lack of friction (again!) but a tightness that I wasn't expecting.

Having two women on me was exciting.

Of course, Nina wasn't _too_ active since it appeared that just having a dick in her (and rotating her hips a bit to get a good angle, which I wasn't able to pay attention to at that point) was enough for her. Well, except for the feeling of her squeezing me, that was one heck of a tease for me... and then she came.

Now with Jasmine covering my face I wasn't able to _see_ this event... but I had a better appreciation for how it was feeling as her vaginal muscles milked me. The additional sense of something hot spraying my pubic hair was a surprise to me as well.

Given how spent I was, this wasn't about to get me off. Heck, I wasn't sure I'd be able to come again for another couple of hours.

That was alright, though. Having Nina orgasm with my dick deeply embedded in her hot and wet pussy was something I had wished could happen... and finally was.

I lost count of Nina's orgasms in this session, just as I had before. It certainly exceeded the number of fingers I was in possession of, though I'm not sure the count would have exceeded the number of toes as well as fingers.

Nina finally pulled up and off of me; I didn't have a view (and my hearing was delightfully limited by Jasmine's thighs) so I didn't know where she went.

Jasmine, however, shifted her position and...

For a moment I thought that Nina had put my cock back in her mouth but then I heard Nina telling Jasmine to show her how she did it.

I learned that morning that Nina had more experience with blow jobs than Jasmine... but I also learned that Nina was a competent teacher, even as "used up and limp" as she was.

"So, Jaz, you want him to come in your mouth or in your hot little cunt?"

Jasmine didn't speak as she pulled off my face and sank her pussy onto the rod that Nina had just ridden. Jasmine chose that moment to moan and come, long before I could.

Nina spoke up "Roll her over and fuck that little girl right into the ground... shoot your come into her sweet little pussy where I can suck it out..."

As a man it would be difficult to not follow that advice so we rolled into a doggy position and I was soon pounding Jasmine's face into Nina's pussy.

There was no doubt that Nina was enjoying watching and, more exciting, feeling the action. I lost a lot of my regular care and gentleness as I pounded her pussy, working to shoot a load into my diminutive lover.

I will say this for Jasmine: she might have been slower off the mark than Nina (with that was done to make Nina a quick and repeatable comer) but when she hit her stride she was strident as she came, which gave me no choice but to fill up her pussy with my seed again.

I fell over, exhausted. I almost went to sleep-- and, in hindsight, probably _did_ fall asleep, despite the show-- as Nina and Jasmine got into the "69" position.

Apparently we'd all fucked each other into the ground since the next thing I knew the food machine was beeping.

There was no doubt the two women weren't going to move for more than just a few minutes, so I got up and silenced the alarm by pulling the food out of the door. It was a generous delivery, even factoring in Nina's presence. Water and food packets were in three sets... and there was a small key in the drawer, too, which I pulled out.

Putting the food down next to the sleeping women, I tried the key on Nina's manacle, which opened right up. The same key worked to release the band around the tree holding the retractor, which I brought over to the safe for disposal.

The card in the slot was a note for me, telling me to eat my share of the food and to go wash up and take a walk.

I shrugged, dumped the card into the trash, grabbed my water and food ration and went walking out to the small pool we'd been using for washing.

I got in a good soak, relaxing in the water. It felt good to relax and float for a while before I finally got up and went for a walk around the island.

Somehow the exercise of walking was a lot emptier without Jasmine at my side; there was no doubt that I was missing my lover. Heck, it would have felt good to have my wife there.

On my fourth circumnavigation of this island I saw both Nina and Jasmine waiting for me at the section of beach closest to "our" clearing; when they spotted me they waved.

Both women still looked very much the worse for wear and we all walked back to the bathing pool.

Having one on each hand did a lot to raise my spirits; it was a foregone conclusion that nothing else was likely to arise immediately.

Darn.

Anyway, I was there to help bathe both women, though Nina did seem a bit more tender than usual between her legs.

Nina's smile was strange, of course. Her face showed what I had seen of Jasmine's "fucked out and happy" look that I'd come to love. Having *two* women with that kind of look can do wonders for a man's ego.

"Joel," Nina finally spoke up, breaking a long companiable silence, "We got a challenge after you took your walk. I chose the top one and had Jaz, here, fist-fuck me. I did that in the cell for the others but I was too small for them to do it for me."

Shocked by how broad Nina's knowledge had become, I was silent as Nina watched me, too. Jasmine's eyes looked relaxed as she was held in Nina's lap, looking pretty comfortable there.

I was the first to blink. "So, what happened?"

Nina smiled, a beatific expression. "She was _wonderful_. I love this girl, you know." The look on Jasmine's face as Nina hugged her again hit me hard, wishing it was me putting that smile on her face.

I nodded and eyed Jasmine, asking "And what did you think?"

Jasmine smiled broadly at me.

Twitches let me know that my penis was trying to recover. I wasn't going to get a hard-on anytime soon but there was just enough inflation to steal some needed blood from my brain.

"I've fist-fucked my girlfriend... and some of our other girlfriends... more than once. I'm pretty good at it, you see, since my hands are _tiny_ and I've learned a _lot_ about a woman's insides."

I nodded. "Was there anything strange? Did you enjoy it?"

Nina answered "I was so horny when I woke up. It wasn't as bad as earlier today, but when the challenge popped up, we got things together and I got to feel her hand slide into me. Deep into me." Nina sighed, her eyes closed, as she recalled the sensation of being penetrated by Jasmine's hand. Her face took on an expression that I could only describe as enraptured.

"Well, I think I've got a lead on her horniness, though. Her g-spot was *big*. Now I've read about it and explored a number of women before... but none were this size. I did find out, quite accidentally, that it shrinks a bit when she ejaculates... though waiting for her to relax after coming like that isn't easy when you're trying _not_ to get her started again. The fucking thing felt like it was the size of a plum, only a bit longer. Even the slightest bump into it would get her on edge immediately and the fucking thing kept on expanding."

I nodded. "That makes sense, I guess."

"Yeah, but I don't know how long it'll take for whatever was done to turn on the g-spot like this to fade. Until then, Nina will try her best to fuck your brains out."

I nodded again. I was still more limp than hard, but I was getting worried.

Sitting there soaking in this small pool of water with my arms around a tiny woman curled up in my lap was almost like a slice of heaven itself. We'd gotten a challenge while my husband had been taking a walk and...

It's hard to explain.

My time in the cell had forced my eyes open to questions I could not answer. Despite the times I'd gone down on other women I'd never been this, well, open.

Whatever had been done to me that made me unable to think past where my next fuck was coming from also kept me from maintaining any sense of decorum. Added to the fact that I couldn't help but enjoy fucking-- and, believe me, I could now call it fucking and admit to enjoying the activity-- I felt the extra thrill of being fucked by Joel and then his lovely little lover.

Sure, Joel had done what I needed. So had Jasmine. And I had enjoyed it. And it had been done so well that I could now think about other things.

So I hugged Jasmine to me and kissed the side of her face and told her I loved her. She turned her head and we kissed like, well, lovers.

We must have looked pretty pleased with ourselves but I was the one who noticed the odd look on my husband's face.

Looking at Joel, I realized he looked sad, as his eyes would jump from looking at my face to Jaz's face. I watched his face as he made some kind of decision, which brought another odd look to his face.

It was strange but *now* I felt something deep inside me that hurt as I saw him stand up and walk away.

He didn't respond to us calling him back as he just kept on walking; he wouldn't even turn to look at us.

My eyes met Jasmine's and _she_ made some kind of decision. I might not be able to understand completely, but Jasmine looked upset now, too, and got up off my lap and pulled on my hand to follow her.

The return of some of my wits after having Jasmine pounding my g-spot with her fist stayed with me even though I could already feel the waves of a new itch starting; we caught up with Joel around the first corner where he was walking out into the surf.

I was startled to hear Jasmine growl "Oh, shit, not this!" and she was suddenly running for Joel as he walked out towards the surf off-shore. Even though I wasn't sure what the problem was, I started running, too.

Jasmine tackled him into the water before it was deep enough for him to swim in; I caught up and we were soon sitting on a sandy bottom in the water up to my tits. The sand, of course, wasn't helping my condition, but I sat there holding Joel's back as Jasmine straddled his lap and held his ears as she stared into his eyes while they were forehead to forehead.

The next words told me that Jasmine was a lot sharper than I was able to be and saw more than I realized what we'd just witnessed.

"Joel, what did you think you were doing?" Jasmine was in a very intense mood and sounded very upset.

"Getting out of your way. Getting out of Nina's, too. I figured that neither of you really need me any more..."

Hearing him suddenly sobbing didn't help matters. The next shock came when Jaz leaned away from him and slapped him.

I mean she *slapped* him, three times, hard! His sobbing stopped and he yelled at her "What did you do *that* for!"

"You idiot! Nina can't do me with her fist! Your dick is needed for that! I want cock *too*! And so does *she*! So we *do* want you around!"

Jasmine wrapped his head in a hug and I held him more tightly myself. I realized that even Jaz wasn't enough for me and that I still wanted my husband between my legs as often as possible.

Of course the "fuck itch" might have had something to do with my desire for my husband but it felt good to me to hold both of my lovers.

I told them, whispering by Joel's ear, "I love you, Joel. And I love you, too, Jasmine. And I want to enjoy my life and that will take both of you to help, all right?"

I didn't have to look, both of them nodded back.

"Good. Now let's go back and rinse out the sand I've gotten and let's see if he's up to pounding me again."

After the rinse we returned to what Joel called the "main" clearing and I gave Joel a long, slow blowjob to bring his dick back to enough hardness to take care of my itch. This also took effort from Jasmine as she rode his face though I don't think she minded helping me.

Even with Jasmine's help it seemed to take forever for Joel to get hard enough but I got the benefit of the long hard fuck that followed before he could come in me. As had become usual for me since that treatment, I lost count of my orgasms, especially after Jaz put her head under my cunt and activated my afterburners. Having her tell me how exciting it was to watch Joel slam into me and how warm my ejaculate was (which surprised me; I'd been occasionally feeling the squirt with my orgasms but Jaz confirmed that I was spraying down her face and that she loved it) just helped keep me in a state of ecstacy.

When Joel finally came I was down for more than a couple of hours, feeling completely drained from all of the time I'd spent in an orgasmic state.

All right, I admit it-- I needed Jasmine's hand inside of me again to finally get the edge off again so I could fall asleep.

Everything I knew about Nina was wrong.

Or was it only a side effect of whatever they'd treated her with?

I don't know, but I was certain my dick was dead for the rest of the week; I didn't see how it'd ever revive enough to give Jasmine any more rides.

Of course, hearing Jaz tell me that she enjoyed what she'd already done and that she could wait for me to come back to life.

Yeah, like that'd happen.

The good news was that lunch had arrived while we'd been busy.

As Nina slept we ate our share of the lunch and then got up to wash up again and take another walk around our island.

At one point Jasmine stopped me and curled up in my arms; I held her close to me, feeling happy she was with me. I could only hope that she felt as good in my arms as I felt holding her.

We were soon kissing and just sharing warmth and comfort. At a break point she pulled back from me and asked me "What did you think you were doing leaving us like that?"

I sagged, released her, went over to the nearest patch of shade and sat down, putting my arms up for her to sit on my lap.

Even though I wasn't feeling good about myself it felt good when she sat on my lap and I placed my arms around her again before I tried to answer.

"I felt... useless. Like I had nothing left to contribute, that you and Nina would be happier together without me and I had no real reason to stay." I sighed and shook my head. "I do know, in intellectual terms, that I should be able to deal with rejection better..."

Jasmine looked me in the eye. "Reject you? How? I *want* you in my life. I want to be held by you, I want to get my pussy filled up by you, I want Nina to lick your cum out of me-- as I want to lick it out of her-- and I want to know I am loved. By being ready to walk away like that..."

I held her close. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking enough that I was rejecting you both first..."

Jaz nodded in my arms. "You don't want to do that, do you?"

I shook my head, adding "No" to confirm my agreement with her.

"Good, lets get moving again."

I sighed and squeezed her one more time "I almost wish we could stay here-- but that might get tiresome after a while. It'd be _real_ nice to hold you in my bed at home."

"Is it big enough for all three of us?"

I nodded. "A king size water bed so that we don't roll out during the night. Nina was always worried about falling out of the bed so this was what she wanted. It's murder during the winter when the room is so much colder than the bed."

"Good, that's settled," she said, climbing off of my lap, "now let's get a move on!" as she pulled my hand.

We still had some hours before dinner and so we walked most of them. I'd gotten used to walking with her and talking things over and this time the subject of how to merge our households, especially given how Jasmine wasn't ready to give up her girlfriend. I was a bit uncomfortable with a third woman in our relationship, especially given her strong distrust of men, but knew that it would not be right to just steal Jasmine away from her.

Sure, we couldn't make any final decisions without Nina being in the loop, but we did work up a good set of questions to work from.

I woke up from my nap alone, far more comfortable now with only a mild feeling of needing a good fucking. My head had not been so clear in _days_.

The problem of a clear mind is that my "horny mode" had deferred my working through all of the experiences until now.

Jasmine and my husband were obviously walking around and a portion of my mind was worried that they were conspiring something to hurt me behind my back, but I knew this was just misplaced paranoia. I understood the situation a lot better given how they'd both treated me.

At the same time I was coming to grips with who and what *I* had been for the last two days or so: a wanton slut. All of my religious convictions seemed to be inadequate telling me how to get control of myself.

Besides my fucking around in the cell, which seemed terrible in how I'd eventually broken my promise of fidelity and then crushed it into the ground like a cigarette, but my behavior with Jasmine and Joel had been as scandalous.

My body was busy telling me that it felt good.

Ha! As if my body should be the boss.

Another portion of me was injecting some doubt in my efforts to recover my dignity: what was wrong with enjoying the body I inhabited?

Ah, but sex was sinful, wasn't it? Especially when given to someone you're not married to, right?

But the question arose in my mind: What makes sex so sinful? Why is it *bad*?

My up-bringing had been fairly strict and so, until now, I had never felt much doubt for everything I was told, despite my usual suspicion of anyone exerting authority over me. If anything this pointed to someone telling me what to think of as "right" which meant that I was under their control.

*Ouch*.

Fuck it. I didn't have any real answers. I still believed in God but I was left wondering about all of His messengers who'd been preaching and explaining the rules.

It was up to me to make up my own mind.

My husband signed me up for this "Wakeup Call" because he was unhappy enough with me to risk a divorce.

*Ouch*.

So the rules I was taught as a girl had shown me that either my husband wasn't good enough-- and, really, until now, he actually *had* been very well behaved-- to deserve me or that *I* hadn't been picky enough to find a husband who was more spiritual.

Those same rules said that I shouldn't doubt... but, given the experiences of the last three days, I *had* stronger doubts that the rules were *correctly* interpreted. Yes, I had sinned.

Or had I?

Was it better to enjoy my husband's sexual attentions or to do without a husband? What did I want?

Well, what _did_ I want?

Until three days ago, I wanted a husband who played by the rules and fulfilled his husbandly role of keeping a roof over our head and all of us fed.

That left a lot out of the equation for me. I thought that I was supposed to be too old to enjoy sex, not that I had ever really enjoyed it before.

Now, though? What did I want?

Well, my pussy told me it could use another pounding from Joel. Heck, maybe a couple of poundings.

Beyond that?

I wanted love. I wanted to feel valued, and valuable. I wasn't getting that before but never realized how important that need to be valued by my husband had been ignored.

Joel had spent over a decade telling me that he thought I was unhappy. I kept telling him I *wasn't* unhappy.

Yeah, I wasn't unhappy. I wasn't happy, either, and now I had some idea of what was missing.

Joel had been actively unhappy, though, and I spent a lot of time not knowing why. Looking around me, I understood more, now. Joel couldn't tell me things because I shut him up so fast, not wanting to hear his perverted wishes.

Today, though, I saw a *happy* Joel, even in dealing with me and my perverted desires. Oh, sure, he had gotten upset in thinking Jasmine and I didn't need him any more, but he'd come around.

It had bothered me a bit when we spooned that he hadn't put his hands on my breasts until _I_ put them there, but I was coming to the conclusion that I couldn't expect him to make moves on me, even now, without me actively encouraging him.

I don't like feeling that I've been a bitch and had usually covered it up by telling me that "the rules of life demand it" and so I was right to do as I did.

And to think that I'd completely missed the irony when Joel had told me his belief that "the first sin is to feel justified".

God, I hate irony.

But now I had choices.

And, as if on cue, I heard my name called by Joel. I got up from the grassy spot I'd napped on and headed for the beach.

Nina looked a lot more pensive when she met us half-way between the beach and clearing and I realized that she must be upset about things, so I squeezed Jasmine's hand before I let her go and reached out to hug Nina.

I soon had a sobbing woman in my arms and I made eyes at Jasmine, who quickly joined in the hug.

All I could do at first was to rock Nina back-and-forth to try to comfort her and scratch her back.

What broke the sad mood was something I was certain, given Nina's beliefs, would make things worse instead of better: I got a hard-on.

In the past when I would comfort Nina, the slightest show of sexual arousal was seen as disrespectful to her, so I braced myself for an uproar.

Instead of getting pushed away, Nina's belly rubbed my dick and she stopped sniffling to say "Fuck me, Joel, I know you want to, and... I want it to."

I pulled her face to me and kissed her, then, with Jasmine's help, we moved to a small patch of grass and...

Nina got a good fucking from me, with both Jasmine and I kissing her. I especially liked how Nina responded to having Jasmine at one nipple.

We discovered that my ability to get an erection did not necessarily include an ability to ejaculate. After Nina came a third time, panting hard, I pulled out and found Nina pulling Jasmine on top of herself, telling me to give some to her, too.

As much as Nina might have a short fuse, Jasmine had an even shorter one. Jasmine came four times before going limp, Nina's hands on her body. I pulled out because, as hard as I was, I wasn't coming any time soon.

We all finally staggered back into the clearing, wondering what kind of challenge we were going to face.

Dinner didn't include a challenge, so we ate, spooned, and talked over the merger of households.

I recall hearing Jasmine tell Nina about the possibility of pregnancy as I faded out.

Joel got this girl pregnant?

I had the weirdest feeling on hearing this. I felt, at that moment, both happy... and angry.

Then the feelings faded as my exhaustion caught up with me.